It was still hard to believe you’d actually managed it, but here you were, on your way to the beach with Sukuna. The man had rarely stepped foot on a sandy shore in his entire life.
You had spent the previous night practically begging him. At first, he’d shot the idea down with a bored roll of his eyes, muttering that it sounded pointless and certainly boring.
But you knew exactly how to work him. One look at you pouting on the couch, combined with the mental image of you looking mouthwatering in a tiny bikini stretched out on a towel, was all the convincing he actually needed to change his mind.
You had stubbornly refused to let him see the bikini you wore under your clothes this morning, telling him, “I want it to be a surprise!”
Now that you had finally arrived at your destination, you didn't waste a second. You whipped your tube top off right there in the car, revealing a tiny, yellow triangle top covered in brown polka dots.
Stepping out, the matching thong bottom left absolutely nothing to the imagination from behind.
You turned around to face him, and the look on your boyfriend's face was completely priceless.
Sukuna was practically drooling, his eyes fixed entirely on you, tracking every single inch of bare skin you had just unveiled.
A wicked smirk spread across his face as you laid both of your towels out on the sand, his eyes tracking the way the summer sun hit your bare skin. “Come put sunscreen on me first, yeah?”
You nodded in approval, grabbing the bottle before straddling his thighs and sitting down on his lower back.
Pouring a generous amount of the cool lotion into your palms, you rubbed your hands together and smoothed them over his muscular shoulders first.
You worked your way down at a gentle pace, your thumbs kneading into the tight tension of his back, nearly massaging him.
“You're so warm and huge… I think I just wanted an excuse to sit on you like this,” you said, chuckling while your hands were still working on applying sunscreen.
You patted his broad shoulder, smoothing down the last of the lotion. “All done! You can turn over now.”
He kept his face buried in his arms against the towel. “I can't.”
“Why?” you asked, blinking down at him.
“I said I can't. Now just go swimming,” he growled, voice tight.
Giggling at his stubborn behavior, you ran off toward the water, which was completely calm without a single wave in sight.
You had absolutely no idea that his sudden stiffness was actually a raging boner, brought on entirely by your touch and that little remark you'd made earlier.
It took a solid ten minutes of intense waiting before the blood finally receded enough for him to turn over and sit normally on the towel.
Spotting him, you waved excitedly before running out of the water to head back to the spot.
You were completely soaked, your wet hair slicked back, and the water droplets tracking down your skin made your tits move in a way that had him wanting to take you right then and there.
Unfortunately for him, that exact view sent all the blood rushing right back to where it had just left.
As you got closer, he snatched your tiny purse on the towel by his side using it to hide his growing erection.
You stopped in front of him, dripping wet. “The water is amazing, get up!” you beamed, reaching out to tug at his tattooed arm.
Sukuna gripped the purse like his life depended on it, glaring up at you with pure desperation. “No. Go back in the water.”
You pouted, crossing your arms. “You're no fun. I thought you wanted to see the bikini?”
“I do,” he gritted out, his knuckles turning white around the strap of your bag. “From a distance. Sit down before I make you.”
frat!kuna is a reward based learner (shy tutor!reader)
this was not how you normally held tutoring sessions: legs tangled in the sheets, sweat slick between your bodies, and not a single piece of clothing on. yeah, this had to be a first.
sukuna’s face was covered in your slick, and by the looks of it, he wanted even more. he buried his face between your thighs for the nth time, and you tugged at his hair in protest.
“no! you need to answer another question first!” you said sternly. or at least, you tried to. you felt the gentle kitten licks he was leaving on your cunt and you folded at his touch. within seconds, you forgot what you were scolding him about, and he forced your thighs apart once more. he mumbled something against your skin, before kissing your thigh.
“hit me.” he said with a smirk. he was doing this on purpose. ignoring your urges to get back on track, only entertaining them when he had you like this—melting like putty in his hands, completely out of it and with only him on your mind.
“t-the probably of the…” your mind went blank on the problem as he pressed a kiss to your pussy before diving in again. you cried his name out as he lapped at your wet folds, thighs trembling as another orgasm threatened to crash over you. he bullied your poor cunt with his tongue, grunting and groaning as if he was in your place. just as you were about to reach the edge, he pulled away and laid on his stomach before you.
“sorry you know me, i tend to get distracted easily… you were saying?” sukuna took in your current state: pupils blown wide, chest heaving, and a look of hurt and confusion crossing your cute face. he immediately felt guilty and apologized.
“i’m sorry, that was fucked up of me. do you want me to keep going?” his eyes searched yours frantically, like he was panicking.
you averted your eyes. you were torn. you needed to actually make use of this session so it wouldn’t be all for nothing…but the way he went down on you felt heavenly. he was scarily good at it, making you feel so good, reaching places you didn’t even know existed, all with just his tongue.
“no pressure, we can go back to studying too. i’m fine with whatever.” he reassured you.
maybe it was the denial of orgasm. maybe you just weren’t in the best position to be responsible right now. whatever it was, you leaned forward and pulled him closer with smile.
“one more. just one ‘kuna.” you cupped his cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. he grinned and raised an eyebrow at you.
“you wanna ask me a question first, don’t you…” he asked reluctantly, leaning into your touch. you giggled and nodded.
“mhm!” he was catching on quite fast. at this rate, he could be the tutor next…
he groaned, but the smile never left face. “alright, ask me it.”
“is weight qualitative or quantitative data?”
“obviously it’s quantitative,” it was his turn to narrow his eyes at you, “did you seriously ask me an easy one on purpose?”
“err… maybe?” you replied all innocently, already spreading your legs wider for him.
“that’s cheating.” he scoffed, but inched forward anyway.
Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that."
You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time).
"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"
"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."
Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in.
"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!"
Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears.
"Y-Yū —"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."
Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded.
Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is.
Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard.
Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you at the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway.
"Y-Yūji —"
"My name, brat —"
"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"
"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."
He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only."
"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —"
"That's it."
The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior.
"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out.
When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty.
Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal.
Pervert Izuku Headcanons that got taken down on tiktok :/ MDNI
To the world Izuku Midoriya was an angel, the golden boy. Behind closed doors, he is an absolate degenerate for you.
He's been obsessed with you since middle school and has notebooks filled with notes on your quirk, notes on how he wanted to fuck you, and lewd drawings/sketches of you.
He tracks your period cycle religiously, not just for aftercare, but because he knows exactly when you're ovulating and he gets extra horny and possessive during those days. He'll randomly grind on you and whisper, "you’re fertile right now, aren't you? I can smell it on you.”
When you’re sleeping, he’ll wake up just to stare at you He's been caught multiple times slowly rubbing his cock against your ass or thighs while you’re dead asleep, whispering filthy things like “Just the tip baby. I’ll be quick” and trying to softly wake you, just to get his dick wet.
He steals your used panties constantly. He has a hidden box with your worn thongs, especially the ones from after training or after you've been wet for him, He'll press them to his face and jerk off when your not home, sometimes aiming directly into the crotch before putting them back in the laundry basket.
He's obsessed with making you choke on his dick. He loves holding your head down and keeping you there until your throat bulges and tears stream down your face. “That's my stupid girl, choke on this cock” while trying to thrust, even though he's as deep as he can go.
He's extremely into dumbification. He calls you his “dumb little wife,” “stupid girl,” and “brainless” while fucking you senseless, especially when you're cockdrunk and can't form sentences.
Genninely very into lactation. Sucked on your breasts often during or after pregnancy to “Prevent mastitis.” Really just got rock hard while drinking your milk and he's really ashamed about it, but forgets when he latches onto your nipple.
He loves cockwarming. Hell fall asleep inside you or make you sit on his cock while you two watch movies, refusing to let you move. If you try, he'll whine and hold you down.
He has no sense of personal space. Even before you two were dating, he’d constantly hug you from the side, or behind, press his face into your neck or “accidentally” grope your chest if you two fell asleep together.
He loves risky public stuff. He'll finger you under the table at restaurants, make you wear vibrating panties while you two are out with friends, or pull you into alleyways for quickies after patrols.
He has a secret folder on his phone of videos and photos of you two fucking, He watches them when he's away on missions and jerks off while moaning your name.
(mentions of weed, threesome, oral, unprotected sex, possession, dirty talk)
everyone on campus went to them for the goods. hanta sero and denki kaminari, two boys who somehow have impressive grades yet are the stupidest people you’ll ever meet. always together, if you see hanta, you’ll see denki.
you were one of their regular buyers, being a neurosci student meant you were always stressed, so a joint at nighttime was your best friend. today it was friday, after a long week of exams and tutoring you needed to relax.
you: hey hanta, u busy?
hanta: nah wsp u need?
you: mhm please
hanta: i gotchu princess, denks n i’ll be there soon
you liked this message
you changed out of your jeans into some yoga pants and slipped on a hoodie, walking out to your porch to sit and wait for the two. it was a routine, sometimes you didn’t even need to text them, they’d just show up. not long after a familiar black Lexus pulled into your driveway, the two boys hopped out and strolled over to you.
“hey mama.” hanta greeted you, his lips turned upward into a soft smile. “hey hanta, hey denki.” you greeted them back, denki grinned brightly, “we’ve got your goods.” you chuckled at the energetic blond. “thanks guys, how will i ever pay you back.” you joked exaggeratedly, your hands clutching your heart in false sorrow.
the two boys glanced at each other, smirks evident on their faces. “mm i know a way.” hanta said slyly as he leaned towards you, your face softened as you looked between them, your eyes squinting slightly.
“let’s go inside, yeah?” denki spoke, strolling into your house without hearing your response. hanta grabbed your arm and pulled you with him. the two kicked their shoes off and headed over to your couch, hanta’s grip still firm on your arm. denki sat down, his legs spread wide. hanta copied him, but pulled you onto his lap turning you slightly to face them.
your teeth began chewing on your bottom lip out of nerves, you knew exactly what they wanted. hell you’ve even thought about the two of them fucking you. you glanced down at hanta, his gazed already fixed up at you, his hands squeezed your waist. you turned your body fully, now straddling him.
without a second thought you connected your lips to his, he was quick to kiss back groaning into your mouth. beside you denki made a noise “oh my god my dreams are coming true!” he squealed. both you and hanta laughed, lips not parting. your hands made their to his shirt, pulling it up words as a signal for him to take it off, which he complied to.
you moaned softly at the sight of him, you pulled your hoodie over your head, throwing it onto the floor. denki doing the same beside you. now moving from hanta’s lap onto denki’s, the blond’s hips bucking up into you as you took your seat. your lips quickly connecting with his, his hands moving all over your upper body. his hand met the clasp of your bra, undoing it swiftly and pulling you out of their straps.
his fingers now tugging on your nipples as you moaned softly into his mouth. your hand reaching over to hanta, grazing down his body till they met with his dick, hard and tight inside his jeans. his hips bucked upwards as you palmed him softly. your fingers swiftly dragging his zipper down and tugging at the hem of his jeans and boxers. he complied easily, ripping the rest of his clothes off his body.
you pulled away from denki, turning your body and arching over to hanta. your mouth watering at the sight of his big cock, his tip already leaking with precum. you licked up and down his shaft before taking him into your mouth. bobbing your head up and down as he moaned softly, his hand grabbing a chuck of your hair guiding you up and down. denki’s hand collided with your ass, untying the strings of your yoga pants and tugging them off of your frame.
his face now between your legs as your back arched more, moving your hips backwards towards his face as you grew impatient. “i’m gettin’ there princess, just admiring the view.” denki said as his finger began teasing your folds. his tongue connecting with your cunt, licking and biting the beautiful sight. “fuuuuck y/n, takin me so well mama.” hanta’s hips bucked upwards matching your rhythm. you moaned against his cock causing his body to shake.
“denki please.” your words were muffled against hanta’s cock, “please what baby?” the blond questioned, pulling away from your pussy momentarily, “need you to fuck me” your hips pushed back on his face making him moan loudly, “mkay.” he agreed happily, pulling his sweatpants and boxers off quickly. his tip teased your hole, moving up and down your folds to wet his cock.
hanta pushed your head farther down on his dick causing you to gag softly but quickly recovering once denki pushed into you, your eyes rolled backwards, spit dripping down the side of your mouth onto hanta’s stomach. once denki bottomed out he began thrusting into you, fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you back onto him. the motions were fast and hard causing you to moan relentlessly against the cock in your mouth.
“you’re takin’ him so well ma, such a good girl.” hanta purred into your ear, his hand reaching down to your clit to overstimulate you. your head bobbing faster and sloppier against his cock making him suck in a harsh breath, hips stuttering up into you. “gonna make me cum all in your pretty mouth huh?” his voice dropped of lust turning you on even more, you nodded at your words as your lips tightened around him.
not long after his hands were on your head holding you in place as his cum coated your throat making you moan in satisfaction as you pulled away and swallowed it. opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show the weed dealer you swallowed him all. his lips curled upwards before he kissed your head, now focused on his best friend fucking you.
denki’s thrust grew sloppy and you could tell he was close by the whines leaving his lips, “pussy’s so good, fuck you’re so tight, taking me all, such a good little slut.” his praises were pitched and followed by groans. “fuuuuuuck gonna cum, gonna cum all in your pretty pussy.” the blond’s cock pulsed and his warm release filled your insides. hanta’s lips working their way down your neck and onto your back as denki rode his high before pulling out and switching with his friend.
denki’s hands gripped your face to look up at him, his fingers parting your mouth, his lips hovered closely over your mouth, a long trail of spit leaving his and going into yours which you swallowed immediately. his thumb traced your lips before his hand moved to your hair, forcing your head down and his dick into your mouth.
hanta’s mouth watered at the sight of your juices mixed with his friends release, his fingers gathering up the wetness and pushing them back into. hanta pulled his fingers out and lifted them towards denki, “go on, see how the both of you taste.” he instructed his friend who nodded his head eagerly, latching his lips onto hanta’s fingers devouring your combination. denki’s hips thrusted into your mouth at the taste.
hanta’s cock pushed into your hole, still tight even after the blond fucking you senseless. hanta’s fingers remained in denki’s mouth, moving in and out slightly to satisfy the blond’s oral fixation. hanta’s free hand pushed on your back, making you arch deeper as his hips bucked in and out of you. the clapping of your ass against his stomach and the slurping of you around denki’s cock filling the room.
hanta’s hand moved from your back to your ass, slapping it harshly before massaging the spot. “such a good girl taking the both of us, who knew you’d be so dirty.” the smirk on his face was evident from the tone of his voice, denki whined against hanta’s fingers, his pupils large, and red tinting his cheeks.
you sped up your pace along his cock and pushed your hips back to match hanta’s rhythm, feeling them both grow weak at your actions. hanta removed his hand from denki’s mouth and grabbed both your arms, bringing them behind you as he used them to fuck into deeper and harder. you moaned loudly against denki’s cock, “ahh fuck oh shiiiit.” denki whimpered, his hand pushing your head down and holding it still. his hips now bucking up as he fucked your mouth.
“god this pussy’s so good, like it was made f’me.” hanta groaned somehow quickening his pace, his body leaned forward kissing your shoulder, “you’re doing so well mama, so so good.” he praised into your ear. “you belong to us, no one else.” he grunted as he rose from his position, his hand connecting with your ass. “if i see,” he smacked it again “or hear,” and again “about you,” and again “with someone else,” and again, “you’ll be punished.” you moaned and nodded.
“c’mon use your words princess.” denki instructed halting his movements, “yes,” your voice was raspy and spit dropped off your lips, “yes? who do you belong to y/n?” denki’s voice was deep as he tucked a hair behind your ear “i belong to you guys, only you guys.” you moaned as hanta drilled into you. “perfect.” denki went back to abusing your mouth.
“fuck i’m gonna cum,” hanta groaned, his thrusts growing sloppy “right behind you.” denki whimpered. both boys came at the same time, filling you right up before falling down onto the couch. denki’s hand stroked your hair and sero massaged your hips, kissing along your side “you did so well mama.” he praised, “such a good girl.” denki added softly. “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
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𝓜𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𖹭
you don’t even remember how you got here.
one second you were losing your mind, heat pooling between your legs, grinding against your mattress and getting nowhere. the next, you're in denki’s dorm room, riding him like your life depends on it.
your hands are braced on his chest, nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave crescents. his head is thrown back against the pillow, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, a constant stream of whines and moans spilling from his lips.
pathetic. absolutely pathetic.
“f-fuck—y'feel so good—please, please—”
“shut up,” you snap, voice raw and breathless. “just— just stay still.”
he tries. he really does.
his hands grip your hips, fingers trembling, but he doesn’t push or pull. just lets you use him. lets you slam yourself down on his cock over and over, chasing something that’s been just out of reach for hours.
you tried everything before this.
fingers. yours, inside yourself, curling into your cunt as deep as you could, three of them even, but nothing. not even close.
your vibrator, the one you keep hidden in your nightstand, the one that usually has you seeing stars in minutes—dead. nothing.
a dildo, the biggest one you own, lubed up and shoved deep inside you, and you just laid there frustrated, feeling empty and wrong. nothing worked. that aphrodisiac quirk fucked you up good, left you aching and desperate and so fucking horny you thought you might actually die.
so you went to the only person dumb enough and desperate enough to say yes.
denki kaminari. certified simp. hopelessly in love with you since first year. you hate how much he wants you. you hate how easy this was.
but right now, you don’t care.
“you’re so fuckin' pathetic,” you hiss, bouncing harder. “look at you. lettin' me use you like this. you love it, don’t you?”
“yes—yes, i do— i love it, i love—”
“don’t.” you slap his chest. “don’t you dare.”
he whimpers, hips bucking up despite himself, and you feel him twitch deep inside you. close. he’s getting close. your own release is building too, a pressure coiling low in your belly, hot and urgent—
and then he gasps, his hands tightening on your hips, and you feel it. the hot rush of his cum flooding you, filling you up, and you scream.
“you fucking—i told you to hold it—i told you, you worthless—”
but the words die in your throat. the feeling of him coming inside you, the heat of it, the way his cock pulses against your walls—it’s what you needed.
the orgasm crashes over you like a wave, hard and sudden, and you feel yourself let go. a gush of liquid sprays from your cunt, splattering across his stomach, his chest, soaking his skin. you keep coming, body shaking, juices dripping down his abs, mixing with his cum.
you collapse forward, panting, forehead pressed to his sweaty chest. denki is frozen beneath you, staring down at the mess on his stomach with wide, dazed eyes.
“holy shit,” he breathes.
you want to hit him. want to scream at him for not holding back. but you’re so tired, so empty, and the aphrodisiac is finally fading, leaving you weak and shaky.
“…you’re cleaning that up,” you mumble against his skin.
he nods, still in a daze. “yeah. yeah, i’ll—i’ll get towels.”
“and if you tell anyone…”
“i won’t. i promise.”
you stay there, tangled together, sticky and exhausted. and when denki presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, you don’t have the energy to push him away. and part of you doesn't want to either.
you’ll yell at him later...and maybe suck his dick to thank him.
"denki, you have to be fucking kidding me" you huff, arms crossed and jaw clenched as you watch the scene unfold.
every second is somehow more filthy than the last, each thrust a reminder of just how desperate he was. he moved like he didn't notice you, like he didn't care — lost in his own haze of overstimulation and need.
"mmngh" a muffled groan against the fabric in his mouth is the only response, hips still rutting against your pillow as his eyes fall shut. blonde strands cling to his forehead as the white smears stain the satin beneath him.
and there it is.
resting on your nightstand with the smallest bite off it's corner. a taunting heart-shaped chocolate that had the blonde acting like a bitch in heat.
he whines when he finally acknowledges your stare, dazedly pulling your panties from his mouth before he's balling them in his fists.
"baby… fuck i— i think 'm gonna die" he slurs, voice hoarse and humiliatingly needy as he pumps his hand along his cock.
"you're not gonna die, calm down" you mutter, pants pooled around your ankles as the slick grows between your legs, "not from the chocolate, at least."
continuing this blurb from my shark nonnie lolll, @kamislop wrote this one for you 🫰
ᝰ.ᐟ cw: 18+, suggestive, awkward, playful/gentle teasing, embarrassment, light degradation, namecalling, light flirting, light humiliation (?), touya and shiggy may be a little mean, pervy!fem!reader, pre-relationship, features: kirishima, denki, sero, shigaraki, shoto and touya todoroki ( possibly ooc, don’t kill me, okay ?)
ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis: catching print w/ the boys
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n 💬: multis are hard … sorry if some of the dialogue is hard to see (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞, but i changed my layout once again ! tumblr now has black text instead of purple and i like the way it looks on my enddd yayayay ⤷ m.list ˎˊ˗
𐔌 e. kirishima .ᐟ
“you got me, right?”
eijiro’s voice is a little breathless already, shoulders settling against the bench as he adjusts his grip on the bar. you’re right behind him, hands hovering where they should be, close enough to help — but not to touch.
you nod, giving him a quick “yeah! yeah, go ahead,” and he doesn’t hesitate for even a second, he trusts you completely.
his reps start smooth and steady. you’re watching — at first. tracking the bar, his breathing, the rhythm of it. but somewhere in the middle, when he shifts slightly to steady himself, your focus slips. just for a second. your eyes drop without thinking, catching the way the fabric of his shorts pulls and settles with each movement, and before you realize it — you’re staring. not even intentionally, right?
your eyes slip lower to the solid print straining against his gym shorts, thick and unmissable, and you stare at his bulge there, mesmerized by how it fills out the fabric, mentally ranking him high: definitely a girthy one, the kind that'd stretch you just right—
“…you still with me?” he asks, voice strained but light, snapping you out of it as he sits up.
you realize your eyes were glued way too low, staring at his bulge as it moved with him. “y-yeah,” you answer quickly, eyes jumping back up. “you’re good!”
he finishes the set with a sharp exhale, racks the weight, and sits up, rolling his shoulders. everything feels normal for about half a second — until he pauses mid-reach for his towel and glances at you.
he’s quietly aware, his gaze dips for a split second before returning to your face, softer now, a little amused. “y’know,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck with a small, awkward laugh, “usually my spotter’s watchin’ the bar.”
he tilts his head, following where your attention was. “were you... checking me out?” there's no accusation, just playful curiosity, his red eyes sparkling.
your cheeks heat up. “no, i was just— zoning out.” but even as you say it, you steal another glance, staring briefly at his bulge again, confirming his solid d.
he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, a little flushed himself. “zoning out, huh? looked pretty focused to me.” he flexes his legs a bit, like he's testing, and damn if it doesn't make the outline more pronounced, feeding right into your pervy thoughts as you stare once more.
heat floods your face instantly as you try to recover, words tripping over themselves, but he just shakes his head, he shifts a little where he’s sitting, suddenly aware of himself too, like the thought hadn’t crossed his mind until now. “…that a thing you do?” he asks after a moment, genuinely curious.
you hesitate, then sigh, giving in. “n-no, it’s called catch printing…”
he repeats it slowly, then glances down again, this time with some actual understanding. there’s a pause while he processes, shoulders shifting slightly before he clears his throat, a quiet laugh slipping out under his breath.
“…so you were—” he starts, then cuts himself off, shaking his head. “man…”
he tries again, softer this time, a little shy but still curious. “…did you, uh… come to a conclusion?”
“eijiro!—“ you groan, covering your face.
he laughs, hands coming up in surrender, but he doesn’t move away. if anything, he stays right there, warmth lingering in the space between you.
“…sorry, sorry. just caught me off guard,” he says, still smiling faintly. then he shifts again—subtle, but noticeable now that you’re both more aware of it.
there’s a small pause before he adds, quieter, almost to himself, “…kinda makes me wanna prove you right, though.”
𐔌 d. kaminari .ᐟ
“nah, wait, watch, this is the best part—”
denki sprawled on the couch beside you, legs manspread wide in those loose joggers, already halfway into your space, shoulder bumping yours as he shoves his phone closer, replaying the same instagram reel like it somehow gets funnier every time.
he’s laughing before the funny part even shows, leaning into you without thinking, completely caught up in it.
you lean in too, trying to follow along — really, you are — but the proximity makes it a lot harder than it should be.
somewhere between him shifting closer and getting comfortable, your attention slips. just briefly. your eyes flick down without thinking, catching the faint curve there, not huge but teasingly curved, enough to spark your imagination, and you stare at his bulge, eyes tracing the shape through the fabric, slotting him mid-rank, possibly a b.
“…yo,” he’s already watching you, just grinning wide and knowing. “whoa, what’s that look for?” denki says, pausing the video as he peers at you.
you freeze instantly, like you’ve been caught mid-thought, and slowly look up. “huh? nothing,” you reply too fast, but your mind's still tracing that print, wondering how it'd feel twitching under your touch, your eyes having just been staring at his bulge so intently.
he smirks, shifting so his thigh brushes yours. “you sure? ‘cause your eyes were like, laser-focused down there.” he wiggles his eyebrows, but there's a hint of real curiosity, his own gaze dropping briefly like he's checking himself, aware of how you were staring at his bulge.
you laugh it off, but inside you're buzzing — pervy habit kicking in hard. “n-nobody’s worried about you, denki.”
“…you weren’t even watching,” he says, tilting his head, eyes flicking down deliberately this time before returning to yours. “were you?”
“i was—”
“mm, no,” he cuts in, laughing under his breath. he shifts his legs slightly just enough to feed into those perverted thoughts of yours — and leans in closer. “you were definitely lookin’ somewhere else.”
your face burns as you try to deny it, but he’s not buying it for a second. if anything, he looks more entertained the longer you try. “that’s crazy,” he murmurs, like he’s genuinely impressed.
you huff, crossing your arms, trying to recover some dignity. “…it’s just a thing.”
“…a thing,” he echoes, clearly amused.
you hesitate, then mumble, “catching print.”
there’s a beat of silence, then his expression lights up instantly. “ohhh,” he drags out, grin widening. “nah, i’ve heard of that.”
of course he has, that chronically online bastard.
he nudges you with his shoulder, clearly enjoying this way too much. “you just look and guess, right? people be ranking it and everything.”
you don’t answer, which is basically enough confirmation for him.
“…damn,” he laughs, leaning back slightly before glancing down at himself like he’s actually evaluating. “so what’d i get?”
“denki, please—“
“what?” he presses, grin sharpening. “you started it.”
you hesitate, then mumble it under your breath. “…an a.”
there’s a moment of silence — which is rare when you’re with denki, just long enough to make you regret saying anything.
“an a?” he repeats, mock offended.
then he readjusts slower this time and looks back at you with narrowed eyes, playful but a bit intense. “…you sure about that?” he murmurs with a lick of his lips.
your breath catches as he leans in just a little closer, voice dropping into something quieter, more teasing. “wanna test that theory, pretty liar?”
𐔌 h. sero .ᐟ
“hold on— don’t move.”
hanta’s voice is absentminded, attention focused entirely on your notebook as his pencil moves like he’s been given full creative control. one arm hooks loosely behind your chair, leaning into your space like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you glance down and, sure enough, there’s another little spider-man doodle creeping into your notes.
“you’re ruining my work,” you mutter, though there’s no real attitude behind it. you love hanta and his random doodles.
“nah,” he hums, tilting his head as he adds another line. “i’m improving it!”
you roll your eyes, but your attention doesn’t stay there. it drifts without meaning to, pulled downward for just a second. then a second longer.
“something on your mind?” hanta asks, voice light as he feels your eyes drawing down to stare at him.
“not at all,” you say, but your pulse quickens, pervy gears turning as you imagine unwrapping that, your stare having been so obvious.
he chuckles softly, “you’ve got that look... like you’re measuring me up or something.” his dark eyes glint with amusement as he continues sketching.
you shrug, playing cool, though your gaze flicks down once more — staring at his bulge to confirm the promising length. “….just watching you draw.”
“…mhm, y’know,” he says casually, causing you to freeze. he’s still drawing and hasn’t even looked at you yet. “…that’s not really what you’ve been starin’ at.”
your head snaps up too fast, denial already forming as he finally glances over, one brow raised, a small, knowing smile tugging at his mouth. “you always this obvious?” he murmurs with a smug smirk.
you look away immediately, heat creeping up your neck. “just... catching print,” you admit under your breath, the words slipping out after all that staring.
“…ah,” he tsks out loud, with no surprise.
you blink, surprised. “…you know?”
“kinda,” he shrugs, spinning the pencil between his fingers now. “seen it on tiktok, denks showed it to me.”
you groan under your breath, which only makes him laugh softly. “so what,” he continues, leaning just a little closer, voice dropping slightly, “you really are sizing me up or something?”
“n-no!”
“mm,” he hums, unconvinced. then he shifts where he’s sitting — casual enough to pass, but not accidental, then taps your notebook like he’s bringing the focus back, even though his eyes are still on you.
“c’mon,” he adds, quieter now, “don’t go quiet on me, i would like to know…”
you don’t answer, and that silence says more than anything else could and he watches you for a second longer before his smile deepens into something a little more playful. “…guess i’ll just have to give you something better to focus on next time, maybe i’ll give you a taste later,” he mutters with false nonchalance laced in his voice.
𐔌 s. todoroki .ᐟ
“wait, you skipped a step.”
shoto slides your notebook back toward you, pen hovering as he points out the mistake with quiet precision. you nod, following along, trying to stay focused on what he’s saying — but your attention slips, just briefly, right? your eyes dart, catching the straight, firm print against his uniform pants.
"is there something wrong?" he asks, interrupting your thoughts as he’s looking up at you.
you blink. “what? no.” your voice comes out too quick, and you shift in your seat, hoping he doesn’t notice the heat creeping up your neck. “just... the equation’s tricky. keep going?”
"...you stopped writing," he notes as he tilts his head slightly, heterochromatic eyes steady. "you seem distracted." he sets the pen down, shifting in his seat — the motion making the swell more apparent for a breath before he picks up again, voice even. "if it's the notes, I can go slower." but the subtle pause in his gaze suggests he knows it’s not that at all.
you stiffen slightly. “i-it’s fine !— i’m listening.”
he doesn’t respond right away. instead, there’s a small pause and then his eyes drop subtle, like he’s retracing whatever just pulled your focus.
when he looks back up, his expression hasn’t changed much, but there’s something more thoughtful behind it now. "...what were you looking at?" he asks, completely serious.
you hesitate. “…nothing.”
there’s a pause as he studies you, quiet and observant in a way, before his gaze lowers again — this time slower, more deliberate. you feel it, the way he’s putting it together piece by piece. "was it something here?"
your stomach tightens. “it’s nothing, really.”
he doesn’t drop it, geez shoto.
"...it didn't seem like nothing," he replies, voice even. another pause follows, then, quieter. "...you were looking at me."
your face burns instantly as you grit out. “i wasn’t!—”
he tilts his head slightly, watching you. not convinced. "where...," he asks with a slight hesitation, "were you looking...?"
you stare at him, mortified, but he doesn’t look away — he just waits, patient in that way he always is when he wants an answer.
you exhale sharply. “…it’s just a thing.”
"what kind of thing?"
you hesitate, then mumble, “…people look and try to guess.”
"...guess what?"
you gesture vaguely, already regretting this. “…size.”
there’s a pause as he processes that quietly. "...based on how it looks through clothing," he repeats, slower now.
you nod, avoiding his eyes. “and they rank it. like — a, b, d. it’s stupid, sorry, shoto.”
there’s a little bit of silence for a bit, then, "...i see." you risk a glance at him, but he’s already looking down again. "..and you were doing that?.." he says.
you cover your face. “shoto—”
"was your estimate correct?" he asks.
you choke. “w-what?!”
he looks back up at you, completely serious. “if the point is to estimate, then accuracy would matter.”
you make a small, mortified noise of embarrassment, and his gaze softens as he watches you with a small grin. “if it makes you feel better, i’ll let you see…”
𐔌 t. todoroki .ᐟ
the patio is quiet, touya’s sprawled across the couch, legs spread, one arm thrown over the back while the other loosely holds a cigarette. smoke curls lazily into the air as he talks, voice low and disinterested.
you’re across from him, nodding along, trying to pay attention — but your focus slips, your gaze drifts downward into his lap and stays there.
“…you done?”
your head snaps up immediately and he’s already looking at you, expression flat but edged with something faintly amused. not surprised in the slightest, though. “huh?—”
“what are you doing, huh?” he cuts in, sharp enough to stop you mid-sentence. your stomach twists as he exhales slowly, eyes dropping — following the exact same path yours just did before lifting again. “…you’re so fuckin’ weird,” he mutters.
heat floods your face as you try to recover, shaking your head, but he doesn’t give you much room to.
“you were so,” he adds, more firmly this time and you go quiet, open to his possible scolding.
he leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees as he looks at you. “…that get you off or something?” he asks.
you hesitate, then mumble, “…n-no.”
he scoffs under his breath. “uh-huh...”
you huff, a little defensive, but he just watches you for a second longer before leaning back again, settling deeper into the couch. “…so what,” he continues, voice lower now, “you tryna figure it out?”
you don’t answer and he clicks his tongue, unimpressed. “…well if you’re gonna stare,” he mutters, “at least don’t act shy about it.”
there’s a pause, the air heavier now, before he adds. “c’mon, weirdo.”
𐔌 t. shigaraki .ᐟ
the game glitches at the worst possible moment and he loses instantly.
“tsk, fuck!—” tomura leans forward, his irritation immediate. all of his fingers except his pinky tighten around the controller like he might snap it, but then he pauses mid-motion, something else catching his attention.
in the midst of his rage, your eyes drifted and settled on the way his loose pants slightly bulged, the outline capturing your attention. you found yourself mentally assessing him, considering him a risky b+, something that could easily decay your self-control. “…the hell are you staring at?”
you freeze, realizing too late that you’ve gone completely still, your gaze still longing on him. “n-nothing!—”
he turns his head slowly, eyes landing on you before dropping and following your line of sight without hesitation. “…you’re a pervert,” he says flatly, but there's a rasp to it, like he's not entirely mad — more so intrigued, scratching at his neck as he shifts, making the print more evident.
you swallow, heart pounding, “…caught me,” you mutter, voice small but laced with that thrill, after staring so blatantly and feeling bad.
he huffs, controller forgotten. “yeah, you’re fucking obvious. what, sizing me up like some creep?” his eyes bore into you, but he doesn't move away, legs parting just a fraction, inviting the stare, or maybe challenging it, despite himself.
“shiggy…,” your face burns as you look away, trying to deny it, but he cuts you off just as quickly. “no, no, don’t give me that. yeah, you are.”
you shrink back slightly, but he just leans into the couch, one hand coming up to scratch at his neck while the controller rests loosely in the other.
tomura's lip then curls, almost a smirk. “you're into that shit?” but his voice lacks bite as he leans back.
at your silence, a faint huff leaves him, something almost amused under it. “…hm,” he breathes, glancing over his shoulder, “…alright then.”
izuku’s easy—it doesn’t take much to get him keyed up, especially when it comes to you. there’d been a shift in the air that morning, and yet he still headed to work, where he helped to apprehend villains alongside other heroes. he only pushed himself to clean up more on his own so he could stop popping so many random boners. even thinking about all might wouldn’t make him go soft.
so, when you decided to surprise him during your lunch break with a hot bag of his favorite takeout, he shut the office door behind you and immediately pulled you into a kiss. izuku swears it isn’t his fault—his dick is partially to blame—and before you know it, you’re perched on the edge of his desk with your hands wrapped around his cock and two thick fingers buried deep inside you.
“uh huh, that’s perfect,” izuku swallows a loud moan and chews on his lower lip, doing his best to keep quiet despite the very public predicament you’re both in. “mmngh, squeeze me a little tighter—yeah, baby.”
a subtle adjustment in your grip and placement of your fingers makes all the difference, and izuku’s lips round around a moan. it’s loud, even when it’s only halfway out of his mouth—you move fast, pressing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him hard.
he shifts, back arching off of the rolling chair with a squeak! he hates having to be quiet, especially when he’s pulling apart at the seams like this. heady, slippery squelches fill the spaces between your bodies where the moans can’t; glossy slick spills onto the papers beneath your ass as izuku maintains a sloppy rhythm, doing his best to keep you satisfied.
“w-we can’t make any noise, ‘zuku. we’re in your office, remember?”
a gooey string of saliva connects your lips to his when you pull away, and izuku finds himself going cross-eyed as he follows it to your mouth. you’re talking to him, breathily whispering something that he should probably listen to, but he’s too caught up in the way your thumb hits the sweet spot on the underside of his cock with every upward motion of your fist. oh, and then there’s the way he can taste the smeared lip gloss at the corners of his mouth in conjunction with the minty gum you were just chewing.
your sweetness turns sour with a light but deliberate slap to his freckled cheek, and it certainly gets his attention. izuku’s looking at you with wide green eyes, shocked not by the roughness but by how much he wants you to do it again.
“i’m sorry,” you say, grinding your hips on his fingers, “izu, are you hearing me? as much as i want you right now, i don’t want you to get fired and blacklisted—”
the word blacklisted bounces around in his head, but at no point does it actually land. “i jus’ wanna make you cum,” he says, feeling his cheek grow hotter under your palm, “i need to—ugh, it’s all that matters to me right now.”
izuku says it with enough fervor to catch you off guard, but it’s his fingers that really make the small speech on your tongue disintegrate. thick and strong, both digits pump into you without missing a beat—you inhale, feeling like the air’s escaping your lungs, and he pushes deeper, until he strikes gold.
“izuku!” you’re the one getting loud now, but with the way he’s hitting your sweet spot like a bullseye, it can’t be helped. “i don’t wanna get it all over your desk . . wait, the papers—right there, ohmygod.”
hearts swell in his pupils as he over-analyzes your reactions. your fist on his cock is much slower now, because of the major distractions, but it doesn’t matter, not when he could cum just from seeing you like this. your nice blouse is a little disheveled, but that’s nothing compared to the shredded pantyhose and soaked underwear he hastily tugged to the side.
had you not insisted on making him feel good too, izuku would’ve put you on your hands and knees on his desk and had his way with you, with the skirt still on. “let me make you cum first, baby. g-god, i wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers.”
you nod, biting down onto your fist. exhilarating euphoria is hurtling at you fast, and everything fizzles into static when it finally hits you, knocking the world off its axis. izuku’s fingers slow as he watches you ride the high, pussy squeezing him too tightly to pull out or away.
a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead catches the light once you come back to yourself, mind hazy with insatiable desire. izuku bites back both a groan and a whimper when you slide off the desk, leaving a glistening trail of cum shining on the wood. “what’re you gonna do to me?” he asks, feeling himself throb when you seat yourself on his bare lap, “‘m sorry, but i won’t last long en—”
in lieu of a verbal response, both of your hands envelop his cock and start to move smoothly. up and down, gently twisting from side to side—izuku’s head drops back, hanging off the edge of the chair. a litany of moans flows out of his mouth, and your eyes follow the bob of his adam’s apple in his throat.
“oh, you have no idea how good you look right now, ‘zuku. i’ve never seen someone look this perfect just from a little—”
“keep talking,” izuku suddenly gasps, and you can feel his cock thickening in your hands, “tell me everything. whatever it is, don’t stop.”
he’s gotten so desperate it’s cute. like always, it never takes too long to get him like this, all hot and heavy and vocal. izuku might be shy sometimes, but even so, he’ll always tell you what he wants and how he wants it.
“yeah, you’re doing so good. i love to sit here and just take care of you, my sweet boy. god, it’s such a treat to love you.”
“oh fuck,” izuku’s chest heaves as it works to breathe, and his body abruptly straightens, allowing the viridescent green of his eyes to meet your own. “tell me you’re mine, baby,” he begs, voice breaking like he’s on the verge of sobbing, “p-please, i can’t get there without it—”
“you know i’m all yours, izuku. you’re all i want.”
with that, he cums hard, letting out a series of whiny moans of your name and desperate gasps for breath that are only silenced when you press a cum-stained hand over his mouth. between you, his cock is still shooting white ribbons of cum, all over his undershirt and onto the front of your blouse. you only notice the mess when he tugs his cock back and his eyes widen at the sight, a mix of guilt and arousal seeping into his expression.
“don’t touch it,” he catches your hands at the last second before you can investigate and get more on the fabric, “kick my pants over here, there’s a napkin you can—shit.”
izuku just watches in awe, jaw dropped, as you tilt your head down and lick the cum off of your skin, all while looking directly into his eyes. as much as it embarrasses him and makes him want to avert his eyes, he can’t—you’ve got him under some kind of spell, and he’s definitely going to cum again just from seeing this. wait, did something more leak out of his cock just now?
“gimme a kiss,” he sighs, closing his eyes as he tastes himself on your tongue. it’s bittersweet, mixed with the mint gum from earlier, and he pulls you into a hug, the cold takeout forgotten on the other side of the desk.
BAKUGO KATSUKI + torturing you
he’s generous—but only if you tell him exactly what you want, and in excruciating detail, much to your impatience and embarrassment.
“i’d keep that attitude problem in check if i were you,” katsuki smirks, seeming proud of himself as he looks at you through the mirror, “i could do this all fuckin’ night, babe.”
an ultra-hot mixture of frustration and humiliation simmers in your cheeks when you push yourself to stare back at him, stubbornly holding your ground. he’ll end up breaking you down, but it can’t hurt to be a brat for a small while—who knows, it might piss him off enough to fuck you like he hates you.
“oh, i could too,” you hiss out in reply, biting back the moan that nearly slips out of you as you feel the head of his cock grazing along your inner thighs, “you’re so greedy, aren’t you? drawing it out like you haven’t been making eyes at me all day.”
“you say that like you weren’t doing the same, if not worse,” katsuki’s tip lightly nudges against your soaked pussy, and he has the audacity to act as though he’s pushing it in, only to pull back less than a second later. “any chance you’ll stop being a fucking brat and use your words instead of grabbing my ass at every turn?”
you scoff, but the sound of disdain fizzles into a gasping breath, and he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. looking into the mirror, you see his chin tilted downward as he teases you, each movement more agonizing than what came before. “yeah, you just like being annoying, don’t you? lose the sass or i’ll fuck it out of you.”
“really? you’re not just saying that to sound all dominant?” at your sarcasm, his crimson eyes dart from his hands to your face. he just stares at your reflection crossly, half-turned on and half-pissed that your snark is getting to him. “not sure what to say, huh? if you’d stopped teasing me earlier, maybe you could’ve shut me up—”
in an instant, katsuki’s looming over you, sculptured chest pressed flush against your back. a hand snakes beneath your chin and angles it so that you can look at him in the mirror when he talks, his voice shifting to a low, commanding rumble. “oh, i’ll shut you up. you’re going to sit here and watch me wreck you.”
your hand threads into his soft hair, and you tug hard, enjoying the way his adam’s apple bobs with a barely held-back moan. “so make it fit, katsuki.”
rough palms navigate the planes of your back as katsuki positions himself behind you, lining up his aching cock with your hole. fuck, as much as he hates to admit it, he’s been dying for this—it’s evident in the groan of relief that escapes him when he sinks into your cunt, sliding in easily. his eyes crinkle at the corners as he fully notices just how wet and ready you’d been to take all seven inches of him; you’re wrapped around his cock and pulsing, too tight and velvety for him to handle.
“gonna move yet?” you taunt him, chin propped up on a fist while you watch him in the mirror. he’s got his lower lip flat between his teeth, and he practically spits it out with a huff, glaring at you.
“i thought i would’ve fuckin’ taught you to be a little more patient by now,” and katsuki goes from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, his veins singing with adrenaline. he sounds genuinely irritated now, but you could’ve probably gleamed that from the harsh smacks of his hips into your ass. “can’t ever listen, huh? all i was askin’ for was for you to—shit—to tell me what you wanted . . you knew i’d give it to you, like i always do, and yet you chose to mouth off instead.”
you weren’t prepared to feel his tip french kissing your cervix with each and every powerful thrust of his hips; it makes you squeal and try to run away, but to no avail. katsuki’s grip on your waist is bruising and leaves no room for any more resistance, especially after so much pettiness. “w-wait,” you stutter, pushing a pathetic hand between your body and his to curb the intensity, “‘m not ready yet—”
“keep crying,” he snaps, closing his fingers around your wrist. without missing a beat, katsuki tosses your hand to the side and keeps going, eyes burning into yours through the glass. “isn’t this what you wanted? seems to me like you should shut up and savor it, sweetheart.”
it’s cruel and merciless. just the way he’s being rough tells you you’ll be sore all over by tomorrow, but you simply can’t find it in yourself to ask him to stop, not when it’s starting to feel like heaven.
a breathless mewl of his name tears out of your throat, and the cracking of your voice is like music to katsuki’s ears. earthquake-like shudders rock your entire body, and he can’t help but coo at you, swiping two fingers through the mess spilling along your skin.
“go ahead and look at yourself, girl,” sticky fingertips press past your parted lips and you start to suck, eyes rolling back at the taste of yourself. “yeah, who’s fucking you like this? tell me whose cock you’re going dumb on.”
you whimper sweetly, keening just as he expected you to. “yours, katsuki. ‘m all yours.”
laden with muscle and taut with fatigue, his chest heaves as he drags in huffs of air. he’s flushed from head to toe and grinning, undeniably proud of his handiwork. you must be drunk on him now, your easy admissions of being his a far cry from your attitude earlier. “keep your arch—ngh, you got it. shit, that’s my girl. taking it like a fuckin’ champ.”
as katsuki watches himself fuck you, no less primal than animals on a safari, amusement strokes through his body. why can’t you just tell him what you want to begin with? maybe the little arguments are part of your fun, he suspects. but, if you want him to be rough and mean, all you have to do is simply ask.
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU + #munch
“if you don’t just sit down and use me, i’m gonna red riot—”
“eijirou!” you whine, embarrassment working its way into your tone, “i’m really not sure about this. can’t i just lay on my back instead of risking breaking your neck or something?”
with a breezy laugh, eijirou shakes his head and lets his palms comfortingly circle your hips to keep you in place. since he’d suggested it in a rush during the ritual of undressing and positioning, you didn’t think too far into it until you found yourself hovering above his face. even with all of his insistence, you are unwilling to break your boyfriend’s neck or nose by sitting on his face—what an embarrassing explanation to deliver to the doctors in the emergency room!
“if it’s absolutely necessary, i’ll lift you up, okay? please, just sit down,” his ruby red eyes are wide and pleading; not even your nervous glare deters him. with a toothy smile, he adds, “c’mon, baby. you’re the one who’ll be in control anyway.”
you almost don’t notice the way he’s tugging you down, closing the gap between your soaked cunt and his mouth. eijirou tries not to get too excited—it might make you think he’s suffocating when he goes quiet—even though his feet are kicking happily at the end of the couch. thankfully, you’re facing away from the lower half of his body, so you also can’t see his dick trying to push out of his sweats.
“ei, oh my god.” the very first slurp of his eager mouth against your pussy takes your breath away and makes you squirm, rocking your hips forward and back. eijirou’s watching your every movement and sorting them by category for his spank bank, all while letting out low, incomprehensible groans.
“oh, this is—it feels so good,” and it does, much more than anything he’s made you feel before. before long, you’re more comfortable on his face and scantly riding his tongue, quickly growing drunk on the way he uses it. “eiji, y-you can’t stop.”
“baby,” he mumbles wetly, before raising you up to stare into your lidded eyes from between your thighs. a red flush has made its way across his cheeks and nearly matches the dyed shade of his hair, but he looks cute like this. “‘m all yours,” gravelly and devoted, eijirou’s voice reaches your pussy before your ears and makes it all the more messy, “you’re the boss now, babe. ride me, choke me, i don’t care. i only wanna keep tasting ya.”
swallowing a whimper, you settle back onto his face and unsurely plant your palms down on the couch for support. you’re a breathless mess, shaking on his tongue as you ride it to get off—eijirou just slurps and slurps, drinking you in without any care in the world. he loves to spoil you, even if it means making you do a little bit of work instead of just laying back. maybe you’ll cum so hard you only ever want to sit on his face again, and then he’ll never ever have any bad days if this is what he can come home to.
“eiji, you’re getting all messy,” you mewl, shameless eyes sweeping over the sticky wetness coating his face. you can see it glinting on his cheeks and even his forehead; he just moans out something like i know, baby and makes a show of winking before diving back in to lap you up like a creampuff. “hah, you—you’re so sloppy, fuck.”
in the moment that you’re trembling, positioning yourself to ride his tongue like it’s the first time you’ve ever had it, eijirou chooses to let his playful streak bubble to the surface. very lightly, his teeth nibble at your swollen clit and this sends shocks of electricity racing up and down your spine like an active power line.
earthquake-like tremors rock your entire body as you roll your hips, focusing on the stars streaking across your vision and the building pressure in your lower body. “ei, ‘m gonna cum pretty soon,” you squeal, digging a hand into his hair while your thighs unconsciously squeeze around both sides of his head. “h-holy shit . . cumming, ‘m cumming eiji!”
eijirou’s absolutely got the best seat in the house. your pinched expression melts into one of pure, unadulterated euphoria as you gush all over his mouth and completely forget about your worries about suffocating him. he helps you grind your hips harder when you chase the high, freefalling over the edge until the sensitivity eventually sets in.
“mmm, that’s it, sweetheart,” lapping at your sobbing folds with renewed vigor, eijirou holds you in place when you try to squirm away, complaining about it’s too much, when in reality is isn’t enough. he could devour you for hours, and you want to be done after five minutes. “you deserve all this and more, don’t you think? can’t you just sit here while i get my fill of this pretty cunt? i’m just not done yet.”
KAMINARI DENKI + too greedy
if you were good house guests and even better friends, you probably wouldn’t be pinned under denki and working your hips along his cock in a bed that isn’t even yours! this isn’t a hotel, it’s hanta’s flat, and you’re defiling the place by being split open like a pomegranate while your friend is off on a grocery run (at least, that’s how hanta had described the whole incident involving some other friends—he walked into his living room after returning from a run to two people going at it doggy style on the carpet).
but it’s okay, right? it’s not like you’d been waiting for hanta to leave so you could have sex; it just happened naturally, stemming from an innocent cuddle session on the bed while you scrolled through instagram. this is different from the incident because you’re in your own guest room and denki set towels down in case of emergency.
“a-again, i’m gonna cum again,” you wail brokenly, manicured nails digging into his biceps for purchase against the sweeping euphoria, “denki, oh my god—”
“lemme feel it, c’mon. hah, don’t hold back, ‘kay? let it allll out—be a good girl.”
oh, and you do. all it takes are his filthy words in your ears to spark your high and send you right off the edge. denki swallows, feeling lightheaded, but drool still spills past the corners of his lips and runs down his chin in gooey trails.
“aw, sweets,” his chuckle dissolves into a ragged breath, and he tries not to sound too disappointed when he tells you, “looks like you pushed me out.”
denki’s exhausted, covered in sweat, and pink in the cheeks. between your thighs, he’s fumbling with his dick—which is probably purple with overstimulation by now—and trying to push it back inside of you, but to no avail. though you’re leaning back on the pillows and trying to catch your breath, you notice his lower lip wobbling just the slightest bit.
“i’ve got it, denki. there’s no need to cry, i’ll—”
“i’m not crying,” he corrects you immediately, but he sounds like he’s about to start when you grab his cock. your hands are soft and oh so warm as you handle him with care, loosely stroking his length to keep him hard. inch by inch, he watches himself disappear inside you, unable to stop letting out embarrassing noises that you just giggle at.
“on your back. i-i’ll take care of you for a little while.”
changing positions really shows you how sensitive he is, the way he’s barely holding onto his composure by a thread. all of the movement on the mattress makes the wiry bedframe squeak, high pitched and a little unsettling. there’s probably no chance of it breaking, but if it did . . to say the least, hanta would never let you stay over again.
“goddamn. look at ya, you’re so sexy.” you roll your eyes as you sort yourself out on his cock, flattening your palms against his chest for stability. clearly, a moment of respite has allowed him to regain tons of energy again; he squeezes the fat of your ass and whistles lowly, a nasty grin forming on his lips as he does so. “maybe you ride my face after this.”
“shut uppp, i liked you better when you couldn’t talk.”
denki scoffs, pretending to be affronted. “heyyy, that was rude. i don’t see a problem with catching a—nghh, shit . . o-okay, shutting up now.”
a creamy mixture of his mess and yours drips from your sloppy cunt, puddling all over his pelvic bone. he should definitely wipe it away with the nearby towel to prevent so much as a single drop from spilling onto the bed, but his quirk is going a little haywire and zapping his brain like he’s got a defibrillator pressed to his forehead. tiny yellow sparks fly off of the ends of his hair, harmless and faintly tingly against your skin.
“that good, huh?” you smirk, starting to ride his cock, and denki reaches for your bouncing tits with stars in his eyes. a bunch of slutty, debauched thoughts suddenly fly through his head and out of his mouth before he can control it.
“s-so soft. ooh, can i cum inside?” his golden eyes follow the glossy fluids pouring down your inner thighs, a clear hunger shining in them. despite the fogginess that’s set into every corner of his body, he can still form one coherent thought that trumps the others: more more more. he whines your name, nearly choking on it, and strokes his thumbs over your nipples eagerly. “please, can i fill you up?”
you suck in a shallow breath, mentally deciding that this is the final round. splotches of dried and drying cum are smeared across every inch of your naked body, with the most of it being between your legs. at some point, you’ll have to stop and clean up, preferably before hanta gets home. “just one more time,” then you smirk, leaning in close to see him explode. “ngh, fuck a baby into me, denki. flip me over and make me yours, won’t you?”
with a drawn out moan, he does as you ask and slots himself on top of your body, as if he’s trying to melt into you. he’s trembling, unsure of where to put himself in this moment, so he presses his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes. “t-this is supposed to be the best position for makin’ babies. oh, oh fuck, you’re so tight on my—haah, ‘m cumming.”
denki collapses on top of you, sparking and spasming in your arms. he’s still running his mouth, babbling out incoherent praises and whining your name so loudly his throat will be hoarse by the time he’s coming down.
“nobody’s answering their fucking phone!” a voice rings through the thin, shoddy wooden door and sounds both angry and flustered. “i came over here to ask for help with all the groceries and then the door was wide open. i’m never trusting you two alone in my apartment again.”
wheezing against your chest, denki takes it upon himself to speak out . . even though he’s just fried the hell out of his brain. “dude, hanta, it’s not that serious—”
“easy for you to say!” on the other side of the door, hanta blanches, feeling nauseous and awkward, “i had the misfortune of seeing you short circuit outside of battle.”
TAKAMI KEIGO + gets extremely pussydrunk
maybe it’s your smile, or the way your eyes light up with mirth when you touch him innocently. keigo thinks it may even be more than one thing—he’s just hopelessly in love with you and unable to find fault in anything you do. by the time you’re sitting down on his cock right after having sucked his soul out, a switch flips in his brain and everything completely shuts off.
all that matters is you; your presence commands his attention and silences his thoughts, even the ones that stress him out so badly his feathers start to itch. what will he eat for lunch tomorrow? can he finish the assignments dumped on him by the time they’re due? none of that matters now, not when you’re grabbing his chin and pulling him into a hot kiss.
“ugh, fuck – you drive me so crazy,” keigo mumbles as your lips crush against his own, effectively silencing anything else he had to say. and then, with his face in your hands, you start to bounce on his lap, fucking your hips down onto his cock at a pace that is astonishingly fast . . for you.
your lips part to let out a faint moan into his mouth, and he eagerly swallows it, making a similar noise once your tongue finally slides against his. wet and warm, it carries the bittersweet taste of his previous orgasm, the one that actually made you choke—keigo had cum so damn hard you could barely hold all of it in your mouth, and it just kept coming until it spilled down your chin in milky streams.
on either side of his body, vermillion feathers flail like flags in the wind, unrestrained in any way. you’re setting your clammy palms upon his shoulders to hold yourself up against the unstoppable barrage of his cock, the tight squeeze as you work it deeper.
“s-so good,” you babble dumbly, barely able to hear anything over the sound of your heartbeat, “ooh, kei! i love you, i love your cock—”
nodding furiously, keigo takes measures into his own hands—literally. trembling palms circle your waist, and once he gets a stable hold on your squirming body, he starts to move you up and down. he hisses impatiently, but continues to properly warm you up for what’s about to happen.
one particular stroke makes your back arch, akin to the shape of a banana, and keigo immediately knows what this means. he emits a low, breathy chuckle and pulls your hips down again, particular in the way he does so. “found it, babygirl.”
“right there,” you gasp sharply, and it feels like the air is being continuously punched out of your lungs when he moves you in a purposeful rhythm. it’s efficient and a lot less sloppy than what you had executed, hitting directly into your sweet spot every single time.
keigo draws in a breath, relocating one of his hands to your lower tummy and firmly pressing down. the pressure makes you tighter, and makes him go deeper—shockwaves resonate through both bodies. “yeah? right there, angel? you feel me here?”
collapsing into him allows you to tuck your face into his neck and breathe in his personal medley of natural scent and high quality cologne, which has faded over the course of the day. your arms are draped over his back now, fingertips brushing lightly against the downy fluff at the sensitive base of his wings, where feathers coalesce into skin.
your teeth are chattering and tears are starting to overflow past your eyes, “ah, kei, ‘s like i can feel you all over. i think – i think ‘m pretty close now.”
keigo grunts, applying more pressure; it’s enough to make you squeal with what sounds like delight. arousal burns through your body and pools hot and heavy in your gut, much like magma before a volcanic eruption. because his wings constantly show off his true emotions around you—especially in more vulnerable situations such as this one—the pinions at the apexes of each individual wing start to wiggle.
if he wasn’t being fucked to death—or using you to fuck him—he’d probably be a little more embarrassed about the blatant display of joy. a smile or laugh is one thing, but his feathers wiggling back and forth is another. without even the smallest shred of concentration, stopping the movement is impossible.
“make a mess for me,” molten gold eyes meet your own, crinkling at the sides as the inflection of desperation pushes through the words, “shit, i need to see you cum—” keigo cuts himself off with a hoarse groan, struggling to move your hips over his lap as the full-body tremors set in. “ngh, angel. be a good—goddamn, s-so tight—a good girl and cum all over this cock, ‘kay? you have to go first, it has to be you. i can’t, fuck, hold it much longer. just lookin’ at you makes me want to—!”
a feeble squeal cuts through the air like a knife through butter and you are temporarily frozen in place when you cum. sweat gleams along your skin, shimmering around your knitted brows, and your parted lips are sticky with a mixture of spit and drool. keigo wishes he could just see you cum like this again and again, going stiff on his cock—then the rush hits you like a freight train.
you start to cry as cum spurts out of you in copious streams, wetting the entirety of his pelvis. there’s so much all at once, and the spasming clenches of your cunt around him are enough to send his high crashing down over him like a tsunami wave. keigo’s wings instinctually wrap around you in a snug hold when he spills inside you, moaning your name until his voice breaks. his balls don’t feel quite as heavy any more, now that he’s filled you up with everything he had to give.
“relax, baby,” keigo coos, thumbing tears away from your cheeks. stars and spirals flash across his vision and he’s slurring his words, but the comfort feels better when he’s dazed like this. then he looks down, and his jaw audibly drops open. “wow! we . . made a mess, didn’t we?”
sharp and urgent, your nails dig half moons into his bare shoulders the second he starts trying to move. “not yet, kei. can’t you just stay inside me?”
keigo wants to make a pregnancy joke, but fortunately, he refrains. however, you see the idea pass through his mind—his flushed cheeks darken ever so slightly, and he smooths out an almost smile, fighting against its tug on his lips. “whattt? can’t a chef taste what was made with his recipe?”
warm embarrassment licks at the tips of your ears, but you try not to avert your eyes. “that makes no sense, keigo.”
his fingertips doodle obscure shapes into your skin, his touch featherlight. keigo hums meaningfully, allowing his hand to move just a centimeter closer to your ass. “all i’m saying is bend over or lay back with your legs open.”
as tantalizing as his suggestion sounds, your pussy still throbs with soreness. “kei,” you sigh out his name like you’re actually tired, “i don’t – i think i’m way too sensitive for that.”
the thing is, keigo doesn’t actually care if you end up cumming too hard or too fast, or if you cry from overstimulation. he intends to devour you not only for your pleasure, but for his own—he needs this in order to feel satiated. “please, angel? i think i’ll die if i’m not between your thighs in the next two minutes.”
you bite your lip, feeling hot and heavy all over. he feels you tighten around his cock and knows he’s successfully convinced you; he unintentionally matches you by twitching once or twice against your cervix. “fine, kei,” you relent, giving in as if you could’ve ever refused, “but only if you’ll let me mess with your wings while you eat it.”
cw: 18+, aged up!tenya, college!au, oblivious!tenya, explicit content and language, borderline feral!reader, virgin!reader, virgin!tenya, shameless smut, vaginal sex, bareback creampie (wrap it before you tap it pls!)
an: this man has been living in my mind more than usual, but here's something i've been working on for the past few months (life got weird for a bit), but please enjoy whatever tf this is
to the rest of your classmates it seemed like you had hit the relationship jackpot and in many ways you definitely did. tenya was attentive and caring, he always made sure you had breakfast before class, gave you flowers when he felt you needed them, even giving you access to his credit card without asking.
but there was something missing and the thought of it was eating you up inside.
you and tenya had been dating for nearly six months and you hadn't had sex yet. not only that, you haven't seen him naked at all.
at first you thought he was just shy and needed time to warm up, but has the months passed by you couldn't help but feel like there had to be something else.
whenever things start to get hotter and heavier, he pulls away and gives you a kiss on the forehead. you know he likes it you can very clearly see how much he enjoys it! the thought of tenya adjusting the bulge in his pants after he lifts you off of him practically makes your mouth water with want.
is it something you're doing? something you aren't doing? it felt like you were driving yourself crazy.
"i just don't know how else to tell him" you complained falling back on mina's bed after labs one day. "i've practically done everything besides just showing up naked."
mina let out a soft snort "honestly, he probably needs something ridiculously obvious! i mean, kiri had a hard time too when we first started dating, maybe tenya is just a late bloomer."
your phone buzzed, startling you out of your memory. it was late and you practically were dozing off at your desk, trying to cram some extra studying in.
you reached over and read the incoming text with wide eyes.
you began pacing inside your dorm, luckily UA's collegiate campus wasn't very big and the men's dorms were in the building next door. you looked down at your outfit and grimaced. your very well loved and well worn sweatpants and your dad's college sweater had definitely seen better days. you quickly rifled through your closet to see what would be appropriate. something slightly seductive and didn't make it look like you had a giant neon sign pointed directly at your crotch that said "ENTER HERE".
a flash of red ribbon caught the corner of your eye and immediately felt your face flush with embarrassment. with slightly trembling hands you reached down to the back of your closet and pulled out a black box that had started to gathered dust.
you remember the moment that Mina shoved it into your hands at your birthday party last year.
you pulled gently at the ribbon and set the box on your desk, you hadn't opened it since she had gifted to you. "just keep it in case of an emergency!" she winked knowingly "white means innocent, right? gotta ruin it sometime.'
inside sat a pristine white laced baby doll lingerie, complete with delicate lace and crotch-less bottoms. this is too much...right?
you snatched up the lingerie and began to change. neon sign be damned.
once you finished changing and touching up your makeup, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror. the lingerie fit you perfectly, the lace accentuating your curves in all the right places, you covered yourself with one of your long winter coats, preparing to shield yourself from the cold outside.
"here goes nothing" you breathed out, steeling your nerves.
you fixed your hair one more time out of nervous habit before you knocked on his door.
tap, tap, tap
the door swung open and you were greeted by the retreating back of your partner. "thank god you're here, baby" You heard him call out over his shoulder. tenya's broad back was hunched over, clearing his desk.
"someone's desperate" you grinned, quickly dropping your coat. nipples perked in excitement as you waited for him to turn around.
"yes! I've actually been trying to figure out this for my quirk evolution thesis and yours actual-" tenya finally turned around to see you in practically nothing, a furious blush on your face as you realized how severely you misunderstood the situation.
"oh my god"
"oh my god!" tenya's papers went flying as he turned to cover his eyes, but it was too late, the image of you in close to nothing was officially seared into his brain. "wh-what is happening?!"
"i'm so sorry!" you rushed to cover yourself with something-anything at this point. "i-just. your text!"
you looked over your shoulder and watched tenya pace around the room with both hands covering his eyes. but your gaze immediately fixed on the very noticeable bulge straining the front of his sweatpants.
you paused and debated your next move.
option 1: you apologize even more and quickly leave, praying to whatever God is out there that tenya won't break up with you and label you as a absolute perv
or...
option 2: see where this goes
you could tell tenya was trying to control his breathing, making the hard planes of his chest expand with every breath. you knew you could cum from riding the ridges of his abs alone.
option 2 it is
you slowly approached the blue haired man like one would approached a spooked animal "tenya..?" you reached out carefully, you hand cold against his flushed skin "tenya, look at me...please?"
"i-it's improper!"
"i want you to!" you finally cried out "i want you to look at me like this, ten. i-i want you to touch me!"
tenya's pacing stopped at your sudden declaration. he had always been taught to never look indecently at women, especially at their most vulnerable. he always keep you at arms length, not because he wanted to, but because he want you to be tainted by the impure thoughts that danced in his head whenever you were around. he wanted to do it right because you deserved only the best he could give.
he felt like absolute scum whenever you'd leave his dorm after a heavy make-out session, how quickly he'd rip off his bottoms and jerk off at the memory of you grinding yourself on his lap.
tenya never for a moment thought about how much you wanted him in return. he couldn't fathom it. why would the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen want to anything to do with him?
"tenya?" you called out softly this time, your hands coming up to meet his, slowly pulling them down to rest at your hips. you took his chin in your hand and turned his head so his carmine eyes met yours. "i want this, tenya iida. i want you."
"i've never done this before" he confessed, like it was something to be ashamed of.
"neither have i" you smiled, your hand gently caressing his cheek "but we can learn..together."
"together" he agreed as he rushed forward, your mouths meeting in a fury of pent up feelings and unabashed freedom.
he quickly scooped you up, the feeling of your plush thighs wrapped around him was enough to have him let out a soft moan. were you always this soft?
"th-the bed, ten. please" you murmured in between wet kisses. before you could blink, you felt yourself fall back onto his neatly made bed. the force made your legs fall open.
his eyes immediately zeroed in between your legs. oh my god she's wearing a crotchless outfit.
tenya had never been a religious man, he had always based himself with science and logic, but seeing your core bare for the first time? it was like seeing God for the first time. your folds were already glistening with arousal, practically dripping on his perfectly fitted sheets.
you began to squirm under tenya's focused gaze, you went to cover yourself, but quickly felt your hands be pinned above you.
"don't" he rasped, voice hoarse. "don't shield me from the most beautiful thing i've ever seen" he quickly let your hands go to push your thighs further apart. "c-can i?"
it felt like you couldn't nod fast enough as you watched tenya trace a hesitant finger down your folds.
it felt like you were being touched by a live wire, you felt white hot under his touch "ah!"
he quickly withdrew his hand "did i hurt you?"
"no! no! i promise, it felt good! i-i'm just not used to someone else touching me like that"
tenya sat up and adjusted his glasses "will you show me how-uh-"
you gave him a reassuring smlie "you want to see how i touch myself, ten?"
for the first time in a long time, tenya iida was at a loss for words, all he could do was nod tensely.
you scooted a bit up the bed so you could lean back comfortably as you let your legs fall back open. god, you've never done this for an audience before.
as if he could read your thoughts, tenya spoke gently "it's just me, my love. it's okay."
you closed your eyes briefly as your fingers dipped to your pussy, you let out a small noise of pleasure as you circle your clit slowly. you looked up and grinned.
tenya was making the same face he does when he was trying to study for his exams. what you couldn't see was the restraint he was practicing, all he wanted you to do was suffocate him between your thighs as he devoted his life to simply pleasuring you.
his eyes widened slightly as you slid two fingers inside, the lewd squelching noises your pussy was making almost made him come then and there.
"fuck it" he breathed out, you could barely register what was happening before tenya moved your hands out of the way and buried his face in your cunt.
there's absolutely no way he hasn't done this before, you can already feel your orgasm nearing and he hasn't even been down there for five minutes
he replaced your fingers with his and you let out a low whine at the stretch. jesus, if his fingers are this thick, what's the rest of him like??
"ten! fuuck, just like that!" you cry out as he sucks greedily on your clit. with a small curl of his fingers, he could feel the soft spongy spot inside. your hips bucked to fuck yourself back on his fingers, practically riding his face "i-i'm-oh my god. i'm gonna cum!"
tenya's fingers kept that steady space, hitting your g-spot over and over until the pleasure coiled inside you snapped. tenya greedily lapped up the evidence of your release to the point where you had to push his head away from you
tenya quickly leaned forward to kiss you, smearing your slick on both of your chins. "i need more, my love. i-please. please" the need to be inside you felt like it was burning him alive.
you barely nodded before he was shoving off his boxers and sweatpants. his cock was hard and leaking as he smacked against his toned stomach
tenya kneeled back onto the bed, effortlessly pulling you closer to him. in a small moment of hesitation his eyes met yours. the eyes he fell for the first time you met, the eyes that always twinkled with mirth and glee, the eyes that would would hide whenever you'd tear up at dog shelter tiktoks. when he looked at those eyes now in this moment, he was met with neither hesitation nor fear, but with such love and trust that it felt like it was knocking the wind out of him.
you nodded at him with a small smile, "it's okay" you reassured him.
he moved forward slowly, guiding his tip through the slick gathered at your entrance, slowly teasing himself against your folds "oh jesus"
"baby" you urged him, the urge to beg for more creeping up your throat
with a deep breath, tenya moved.
you gasped as your felt the thick tip of tenya's cock push into you. the immediate feeling of your pussy stretching to accommodate him made your eyes roll back. your moans became louder with every shallow movement.
sweat gathered at the temple's of tenya's face, making his hair stick to his skin. his breathing became shallow as he tried to restrain himself from plowing into you. he watched as your pussy sucked him in.
"i-it's s-so much!" you cried out "ten, please!"
"i know, baby. i know, it's okay, you're okay. you're doing so good, angel."
with a final push, he finally sheathed himself down to the hilt
"i'm inside you" you could hear him murmur, more to himself than anything. you couldn't help the small laugh that slipped out of you
"how's it feel, hero?"
"warm, god you're so warm. an-and wet." it feels like...everything."
you wanted to bask in this moment longer, but the ache between your legs became too strong to ignore, you gently bucked your hips against tenya's trying to signal your urge
"i-i don't know how long i'll last, my love"
in all honestly, you didn't know how much longer you were going to last either, the sensations flowing through you were overwhelming. you've masturbated before, but it was nothing compared to the real thing
"want more, ten..want you, please"
it was like a light switched behind tenya's eyes. he hooked your legs onto his shoulders, folding you into a tight mating press - you could practically feel your knees to your chin
"whatever you want, angel"
he picked up a pace you could only describe as brutal. this wasn't the meek tenya you knew, that man was replaced by something driven solely by instinct and sheer desire to claim what was his.
it felt like you were succumbing to some sort of delirium with every thrust of his hips. you couldn't tell if minutes or hours had past, all you knew was tenya iida.
tenya wasn't fairing any better, the feel of you around him was all-consuming, an addiction he knew he wasn't going to beat. he studied every anatomy book, read through every reddit forum on how to please a woman, he practically spent hours watching female directed porn for research. but theoretical practice couldn't prepare him for the real thing.
he reached down and pulled down the sheer lace covering your tits. the sight of them bouncing freely was almost enough to make him come on the spot.
"god, you-you're so beautiful. you feel like heaven"
you gasped as he bent down to suck on your chest, the sensation driving you over the edge.
you came a second time with a cry of his name on your lips and tenya wasn't far behind
his hips bucked against you with an rapid, irregular pace before stuttering out
"oh oh fuck!"
if you could've taken a picture of tenya's face as he came, you would have proudly displayed it in your living room. his usual stern frown had softened into a serene smile. his glasses fogged and askew
suddenly his bright red eyes widened "I came inside you. oh my god! I CAME INSIDE YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM."
your laughter broke through his mounting panic.
he was in the process of starting a full blown panic attack and you were laughing?!
"i'm sorry!" you tried to muffle your giggles "i'm on the pill, it's okay! i even have a plan b just in case" you rubbed soothing circles along his back.
it was like he fell in love with you all over again.
you paused for a moment, feeling something strange against you. you peered down to find tenya fully hard again against your thigh.
"you got turned on by that?!"
"it's hot how prepared you were, that's all!" the tips of his ears turned red at your teasing "but...i'd very much like to do that again, if you would."
the phone is propped on the pillows, screen glowing while katsuki’s flushed face fills one side and the camera stays pointed straight down at your wrecked body.
eijiro’s been pounding you for hours now, thick cock still buried deep, every thrust making wet, squelching noises as it pushes more of his earlier loads out of your swollen cunt. your thighs are shiny with slick and cum, the sheets beneath you soaked through, and your voice is already hoarse from all the moaning.
katsuki’s breathing hard on the other end, fist working his cock in quick, rough strokes. “look at that messy fucking pussy,” he growls, voice low and ragged. “you two have been going at it for hours and you’re still dripping everywhere. shit, i can see fucking puffy she is, eiji. keep fucking her f'me.”
eijiro’s hips snap harder, the creamy ring around his base getting thicker with every thrust. “fuuuck, baby, you’re taking it so good,” he pants, big hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “been letting me use this cunt all night and you’re still so tight. mmph, sweetie—yeah, just like that. good girl.”
your head lolls back, tongue hanging out, eyes glassy and unfocused. every brutal thrust knocks another broken sound out of you. “eiji—haaahh—t-too much, i can’t—kats, p-please, it’s s'deep—i’m—m'gonna—” your words dissolve into high, pathetic whimpers as he keeps fucking you through it.
“you can take it,” eijiro groans, leaning down to mouth at your neck while his pace stays relentless. “gonna make y'squirt again, pretty girl. i know you got more in you. mmph, soak my cock—fuuuckk. come on, let it out.”
katsuki’s fist blurs faster on screen. “moaning like a fuckin' slut...eiji, make her cum while i watch. fuck, i’m so hard it hurts—wish i was there pounding your hole open with him.”
eijiro’s fingers find your swollen nub and he rubs fast, messy circles. the pressure builds fast, your whole body tensing up before you explode again. clear fluid sprays out around his cock, soaking his abs and chest in hot bursts while your cunt spasms wildly. “cumming mnghh—cumming again—haaaahh—f-fuuuckkk...eiji, katsuki, p-please—!”
“that’s it, good fucking girl,” eijiro praises, still pounding through your orgasm, cock glistening. “look at you squirting all over me again. such a messy little slut for us.”
katsuki’s breathing turns into rough grunts. “g'nna cum—fuuck—making me cum with that fucking greedy little pussy.” thick ropes of cum spurt across his phone camera, blurring the view in white streaks as he groans your name.
you’re still twitching and babbling, voice cracking. “kats… eiji… love you—hahh, love when you watch me get fucked like this…”
eijiro slows but stays buried deep, kissing your temple while his hips give lazy, shallow thrusts. “we got you, sweetheart. just keep on being good for us.”
WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo again wohoo), pussywhipped!gojo, implied first time, praise, pillow under hips trick, slight overstim, shy nerd satoru, dirty talk, a little humor, slight playful r!jealousy.
A/N: like i did with frat!jo, this is my take on nerd!jo. might not be much different lmaoo. | artist: @/3vangel1ne_
the room was dim, just the soft blue glow from satoru’s monitor still on, in the corner because he’d forgotten to turn it off.
his glasses were slightly crooked, white hair a complete mess from your fingers earlier. you were already — obviously — naked under him, legs hooked loosely around his hips, still trying to catch your breath from the way he’d eaten you out like it was a final exam he refused to fail.
he’d been so nervous at first. fumbling with the condom wrapper, mumbling apologies when the lube bottle slipped from his long fingers and rolled under the bed. you’d laughed, kissed him stupid, told him to relax and to simply enjoy.
now?
now he was buried inside you, rolling his hips slowly in a way that made your toes curl against his lower back. every drag of his cock felt devastatingly good, like he’d mapped every sensitive inch of you.
“fuck—satoru-,” you gasped when he changed the angle just slightly, nudging that spongy spot that made you babble incoherent things.
he let out a shaky laugh against your throat. “y-yeah? there?”
you could only nod, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders.
then he did it.
without warning he reached over, grabbed the spare pillow beside your head, and— all while still fucking into you with that same maddening rhythm —slid it under your hips.
that new tilt changed everything.
your back arched involuntarily as the head of his cock pressed harder, deeper, right against that swollen, needy place inside. your next moan came out broken, voice breathy with pleasure.
“oh my god!—”
he moaned low in response, hips stuttering for half a second like your reaction had punched the air out of him.
“b-better?” he whispered, voice wrecked, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the baby blue in his eyes shielded by his crooked glasses.
you stared up at him, dazed, thighs trembling. “how—how the fuck do you even know that?”
satoru froze mid-thrust, and you felt his cock twitch hard inside you. it made you whimper a little.
“eh?” he asked, cheeks flushed red.
your walls tightened around him on purpose, watched his lashes flutter. “the pillow thing. with who, ‘toru? who did you do this with first? did you lie to me?-“
his face went scarlet from his neck to the tips of his ears even more. poor boy who swore you were his first hook up now was deemed a traitor.
“i—i didn’t—” he tried to hide against your shoulder but you grabbed his jaw, forced him to look at you.
“tell me.” you mumbled, pouting a little, moving your hips slightly.
he swallowed hard, cock pulsing so violently you felt it in your stomach, as he slowly began to rock his hips again, not fully on the rhythm of before.
“i… watched. a-a lot.” he stammered. then, he dropped his head on your shoulder as he began to lose his composture. “like. hours. a-and read- forums— damnit, re-reddit threads! reddit! descriptive ones! y-yeah, i-“
you giggled, arms around him again.
“you studied how to fuck me?”
he sounded like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
“i didn’t want to be bad,” he mumbled. “n-not for you. i- i just— made notes… oh, fuck” he cursed softly when you pressed him tighter against you.
“you're so cute" you smiled against his lips, rolling your hips up to meet his next thrust. “i bet you got hard even thinking about this"
“i- y-yeah, i did" he nodded, blue eyes glassy with pleasure, "a-and ‘m not sorry,” he panted, starting to move again faster , like your teasing had flipped a switch. “i jus' wanted to be good for you- oh my god”
"are you close, 'toru?" you whispered, nails softly raking down his back as he kept thrusting into you.
"yeah-" he nodded eagerly, breathing hard, "you're- just, ah, squeezin' me so good, shit, m'sorry, m'sorry-"
He loses rhythm for a second, hips jerking erratically before he finds it again—faster, deeper, pillow keeping you perfectly elevated so he can bully that spot over and over, making you moan alongside the creaks of the bed and the bedframe against the wall.
"sa-satoru!" you cried his name, back bowing, nails leaving red lines down his back as you clenched so tight he choked on a curse, feeling the first spasms of your orgasm.
“fuck—fuck, that’s it, that’s it—” he fucked you through it, pace turning sloppy, desperate. “i'm gonna come, baby, p-please-"
“yes—yes, inside, 'toru, please—”
his rhythm fractured; hips stuttering, thighs shaking, glasses sliding further down his sweaty nose. he looked and was wrecked. his hips kept jerking forward in tiny, helpless little thrusts like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, filling you up while he gasped your name over and over like a prayer.
“shit—shit, ‘m sorry—‘m still—still coming—”
you threaded your fingers through his white hair, tugging gently until he lifted his face. his glasses were completely fogged now. you kissed him slow and sweet, tasting salt and desperation on his tongue.
he whimpered into your mouth when you deliberately fluttered your walls around his oversensitive length.
“f-fuck—wait—wait, baby, ‘s too much—” he whined, but didn’t pull out. if anything, he sank a little deeper, like he couldn’t bear to leave.
you smiled against his lips. “you studied… just for me?”
he buried his burning face in your neck again, voice muffled and small. “i…made a whole google doc,” he admitted miserably. "cleared my browser history twice."
CONTENT WARNING. MDNI, fem! reader, law student! reader, lawyer higuruma, 6.9k words, age gap (24&36), fluff & smut, slow burn? game of thrones references, porn with plot, unprotected sex, office sex, rough? sex, sloppy makeouts, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, higuruma is an EATER, spit, praise, choking, pussy spanking, dirty talk, belly bulge, big dick higuruma, he loves eye contact, dacryphilia? he’s mean & cocky if you squint. enjoy!
your pen sits between your teeth as your eyes switch from the thick textbook splayed open on your kitchen island and your laptop screen.
the cursor blinks for the millionth time in your setup word document. countless words plastered in that irritating format of times new roman size twelve that you’ve done a thousand times over.
words mutter under your breath as you multitask in reading, taking notes, and applying the newfound information to your assignment.
“hey, is your prof still asking you guys to take internships?”
your roommate comes from hibernating out of her room, eyes glued to her phone as she saunters over to the kitchen.
you barely catch the words that fly out her mouth, brows furrowing as you look up from your work for the first time in hours. the swivel stool you sat on creaks as you sit up straighter, cringing from how long you held that crouching position.
“uh…. no.” you shake your head, confused as to why she brought it up. she was never the type to dwell on your life as a law student unless overhearing about a case study that seemed ‘too juicy’ to skip out on. “deadline’s like, next week so they’re just talking about the paper due the week after to describe our experience so far.”
“oh.” she says, sounding surprised. “well, did you find anything?”
you hum. “i’ve got an interview tomorrow. it’s multi-hire so i’ve got a good chance. why?”
“nothing really.” she shrugs, taking a breath as she scavenges the freezer, grabbing the first pint of ice cream she sees. “a friend of my cousin works at this law firm and i think she said they’re looking for a temp since she’s going out of the country for a while.”
you nod, chewing on the end of your pen. “send me their info. i’ll check it out.”
so that’s exactly what you do. your roommate helps you exchange information with this friend who you’ve learned to be is a young woman named shimizu. she worked as a assistant for an independent defense attorney, higuruma hiromi.
you’ve heard his name a few times from news outlets, primarily known to take on difficult cases but nonetheless highly skilled and quite honestly a prime example of what you hoped to become as far as talent.
shimizu was going overseas for a little over half a year. that’s entirely way more than what your assignment calls for but you would be paid well plus it could serve as the perfect job to strengthen your experience in law.
it didn’t take much for shimizu to hire you, her eagerness to hurry up and leave was clear. she sent you an email describing her normal routine, things to keep an eye on that higuruma normally forgets and a warning to just be patient for any cases he picks up.
naturally, you were nervous. palms sweating as you clutched your purse and tucked the folder shimizu provided tightly between your arm.
your heels clack with each step you make up into the building then finally, in bold letters, ‘higuruma law office’. you knock, looking around as you wait for a response.
“come in.”
the voice is so deep it sends chills down your spine. anxiety pools your chest as you twist the handle, making slow hesitant steps into the office.
it’s small but not cramping and fairly neat. you continue forward, making your presence known. who you assume to be higuruma sits at a chair, pen scribbling against a paper at an incredible speed.
he doesn’t look up at first, deeply sighing and too focused on the work in front of him. that is until he takes notice of your silence following your entry. his eyes immediately lift, dragging over your attire for a momentary second. “i’m sorry.” he clears his throat, standing then approaching you with his hand out. “how can i help you?”
“i… uhm… i’m y/n.” you meet his hand with a nervous smile. “i’m filling in for shimizu?” it’s embarrassing how unsure you sound as if you hadn’t met shimizu yourself telling you detail for detail about the duties of the job.
his brows furrow slightly as he slowly slips his hand from your weak grip. he checks his watch then runs his fingers through his hair. “right, right. i forgot about that…” he sighs, moreso to himself and then nods, pointing to the empty cubicle beside his. “take a seat, did shimizu already inform you on what we’re currently working on?”
you nod, carefully setting your belongings down and making yourself comfortable on the chair.
“could i see? if you don’t mind.” he stands over you, watching as you turn the monitor on with quickness and log in to your email account, surfing through the important ones you had starred before finally landing on shimizu’s.
higuruma leans over, his presence immediately makes you feel small and you can slightly feel the weight of his chest as he gently grabs the mouse from your hand.
you keep your eyes on the screen, fiddling with your fingers while he looks at the lengthy details relayed. suddenly, he takes a breath then clicks forward and slides the keyboard over.
“looks good.” he finally stands, eyes dropping down to you. “we’ll just be working on that for today. if anything changes i’ll let you know.”
for the first three weeks of working for higuruma goes the same way. coming into the office, saying hello, and him sharing any updates on the current case. some days call for extremely long hours, others are your typical. then there were days like today where you’d be traveling together and have to stay overnight at hotels.
one room, separate beds.you and higuruma hadn’t crossed that bridge of being comfortable with one another just yet. it was still awkward smiles and brief exchanges of conversation only in relation to work.
with the work day being over, you showered and decided to walk around the hotel for a bit, maybe grab a bite to eat. you also brought your textbooks and laptop so you could use the time to study for the baby bar you have coming up.
you sat at a table, eating as you focus on your studies. no more than half an hour passes when a figure approaches your table.
“mind if i sit?”
your eyes lift at the deep voice, widening for a short second as you realize it to be higuruma’s. he stands there in a plain black t-shirt and same colored plaid pajama pants with a plate of food in his hand.
it was different to see him in a more cosy state rather than being suited up. when you focus on the fact he’s still there, tilting his head as he waits on your response you sit up and nod a bit frantically.
“yes—yes, of course. please sit.” you gesture to the seat ahead of you which he takes.
it’s silent for a moment as you’re more frigid now, eyes glued to your book without reading a damn thing. higuruma pops a fry into his mouth, looking around the semi-packed dining area before returning his attention to you. “you’re still in school?”
you nod, “in my first year.”
he raises a subtle brow at that which you don’t even notice considering you’ve found it difficult to always make eye contact with him.
“first year?” he hums, chewing down on another fry. “you’re young.”
“i guess…” you laugh shyly. “it’s not like you’re old.”
he smiles at that, leaning in with his elbows on the table as he continues to take singular bites of his food. “you don’t think so? how old do you think i am?”
you shrug, finally lifting your eyes to scan the features of his face.
he was obviously older than you but you only deduced that from the way he talks and conducts himself yet he didn’t share any facial features that gave away his age.
“thirty?” you squint, not wanting to guess too high and he gets offended.
he chuckles, shaking his head. “no, but i’m honored you thought that low. i’m thirty six.”
“still young.” you smile, dropping your eyes back down.
“so what’re you learning?” he sighs, leaning back again, spreading his long legs to be more comfortable and points at your books.
“nothing really.” you mumble. “just studying for the baby bar.”
“wow…” he nods partially in shock, suddenly thinking of the age gap between you. it’s been so long since his days of staying up all day and all night long when preparing for that exam. “you think you’ve got it? i could help you out.”
you definitely don’t got it. there were still at least another two months before you’d have to take the exam. all the current information you were learning was still processing and quite honestly you had a habit of doubting your skills and weren’t sure if you’d be able to get the score you’re aiming to achieve.
you shake your head at higuruma’s offer. “no, it’s okay. you already have so much going on. i rather not add to that.”
“i’m offering.” he smiles warmly, wanting to assure that it wasn’t a big deal as he crosses his arms lazily across his chest.
it’s only for second that you ogle the surprising size of his bicep when it’s contracted. you shake your head again. “i’ll be fine. thank you though. i appreciate it.”
higuruma hums not pushing any further on the subject. “do you drink?” he asks after swallowing down a bite of his burger.
“sometimes.” you shrug, clicking through your documents of notes that you were hardly paying attention to with higuruma making small conversation.
“would you like to drink now?”
the second time you look at him you see the teasing look in his own as if he’s urging you to loosen up for the night. he’s clearly in the mood to get to know you. perhaps one night of a few drinks wouldn’t be so bad.
“i suppose…” you sport a bashful smile, clicking out of your tabs and shutting down your laptop. you set it aside with your textbooks as higuruma orders your first round of drinks.
it starts off timid as if he’s testing the waters with some cocktails then began to try a little of everything. tropical drinks, shots, beer, and wine. of course you limited yourself to one of each— aside from the shots due to the fact you had a busy day tomorrow but it was surely enough to get you a bit passed tipsy.
higuruma proved to be holding his liquor better than you, smiling fondly as you babble on about the targaryen family line. at first he was curious about a video you were laughing at from tiktok and had to explain it was from game of thrones. you then learned he never watched the show and thought he’d find major interest in it.
you would yap about the politics, power, family, loyalty, and corruption. though once you got to the targaryens, higuruma had to pause at the mention of inbreeding.
“so what’s the difference between velaryons’s and targaryen’s?”
“velaryon and targaryen are house names.” you giggle, toying with your straw. “family lines. being valyrian is like, their racial background.”
“interesting…” he nods, sipping on his rum & coke. “and what’s the relationship between uh… daenerys? and jon?”
“i really shouldn’t be telling you this.” you laugh. “don’t you want to watch it now?”
“…i guess you’re right.” he grins, followed by a sigh as he stretches his arms over his head. “should we watch it tonight?”
you check the time on your phone, it was late. nearing midnight. it was tempting to indulge in a late night watch of one of your favorite shows but you’d probably regret it by the morning.
you bite down on your bottom lip, hiding the smile that wants to show. “it’s late…” you sigh out. “we probably shouldn’t.”
“then let’s start now.” he urges, opening his wallet and dropping a few dollars to cover the tab and allow the server to end their night with a more than generous tip. “c’mon.” he gestures his head, holding his hand out to you.
even with being a little drunk, you still felt shy coming in such close contact with higuruma. as you lifted your hand to connect with his, he guided you through the hotel and it grew quieter upon reaching the elevators.
he’s still holding your hand, waiting for them to open. you attempt to ignore the way his thumb gently brushes against your skin rhythmically and how this must look to bystanders. the thought is cut short when the doors finally split open and higuruma lets go of your hand to palm your lower back.
higuruma follows you in, pressing the floor number. you stand side by side, him humming a soft tune whilst you stare down at your feet to avoid meeting his stare that you could feel burning into you.
it was like a breath of fresh air upon reaching your floor and seeing the doors open. higuruma places his hand to your back again, guiding you down the quiet hall before reaching your room.
he presses the keycard to the sensor, following you in. you take slow steps inside, dropping your laptop and textbook onto your bed.
“what’s it on?” he huffs, turning on the tv.
you make yourself comfortable under the sheets, sighing in relief from the cold. “hbo.”
he surfs for a few seconds before shaking his head. “i don’t think this tv has that.”
“oh…” you frown then look at your laptop. “i mean, we could watch it on my laptop?”
he turns, thinking on what that means.
you both knew that meant laying down on the same bed, next to each other. he rubs his chin in thought. “only if you’re okay with it.”
your body grows hot but you nod slowly, scooting over to make space for him. he eyes the empty space for a few seconds, making hesitant steps forward. “are you sure? we could always watch it another time.”
“…it’s okay.” you spoke softly. “i want to watch it with you.”
he smiles at that, proceeding to lift up the covers and tuck himself under the covers beside you. the immediate warmth of his skin brushes yours and the two of you look at each other the moment he’s settled.
his eye contact is so intense and… unsettling almost that it has chills run down your spine. you want to look away but higuruma speaks up before you can.
“you’re really shy for a future lawyer.”
your brows furrow at his statement. “m’not.”
“you are.” he chuckles, eyes low as he can feel the crash from all the drinks overtake him.
“i think it’s just you.” you boldly argue.
he raises a brow. “yeah? what about me makes you so shy?”
you open your mouth but nothing can follow through especially with him so close you can feel your stomach churn when you catch yourself looking at his lips. “just… shut up.” you huff, grabbing for your laptop.
higuruma laughs, watching you log into hbo, searching for game of thrones. he steps out of the bed momentarily to turn off the lights before you can press start.
you settle the laptop atop both your legs, sighing as you press play on the first episode.
within the first thirty minutes, you fall asleep, your head rested against higuruma’s shoulder. he stayed up through three episodes, thoroughly enjoying the cause of events but forced himself to go to sleep or else he’d be having a rough day.
by the time the morning comes and your alarm goes off, you groan softly, eyes struggling to flutter open. you aimlessly search for your phone, shutting off the annoying sound before laying back down but then you feel a touch of skin.
you fully open your eyes, face twisting in fear at the sight of higuruma in your bed sound asleep. you weren’t that drunk where you didn’t remember wanting to watch game of thrones together but you weren’t sure why he stayed on your bed through the rest of the night.
you poked him, the action immediately waking him up. he breathes heavily, eyes fluttering open. he turns his head to face you. “good morning.”
“…morning.” you mumble, all the slight confidence you gained last night completely gone. though you did feel a certain comfortability now around him.
“sleep okay?” he husks out, lifting himself from the bed.
you nod, nervously twisting the sheets.
he checks the time. it was still early and you wouldn’t be meeting with your client until the afternoon. “do you want breakfast?”
“sure.”
“anything in particular?” he grabs his keys from the nightstand, swinging them around his pointer finger.
“your choice.” you shrug.
he hums. “go shower. get dressed. i’ll be back.”
you do as he says, showering, getting dressed, then eat breakfast with him once he gets back.
the day follows on as planned, you meet with the client, discuss the case, write down details, aim to search for more evidence and layout options.
for the next few weeks, you spent long hours traveling with higuruma to collect more evidence in support of your case. for a time you were able to juggle all the work but the stress of your bar exam coming up was starting to take a toll.
you wanted more time to study but you also had to sacrifice a lot of time to help higuruma. so you start to force yourself to stay up most nights, hardly getting any sleep, caffeine intake drastically rising.
it not only began to present itself through your physical presence but with the way you interacted with higuruma. at first he could understand having been in your position of working between school, studying, and work but as the weeks passed he noticed your decline was starting to affect your work performance.
he’d allow for a few things to slide but not at the risk of a client's future behind bars. so when he asks you a question and you remain too zoned out to answer, he’ll sigh.
“y/n.”
“hm?” you’ll hum, pen twisting between your teeth, completely focused on the textbook laid out.
“look at me.” he commands, tone still gentle as he waits for your eyes to meet his. higuruma was completely aware of your inability to do so but he couldn’t care at the moment. so when you only lift them for a second as if to show you were listening then drop them back to your computer screen he shakes his head with a sigh.
you don’t even notice him stand then come around to palm your chair until he shuts your laptop closed and snatches the pen from your hand. he ignores your surprised reaction. “is this becoming too much for you?”
you frown, opening your mouth to say something but you can’t follow through. instead you shake your head.
he spins you in your seat, forcing you to face him. “can you look at me when i’m speaking to you, please?”
“higuruma, i’m sorry—” you start with a small pout, not listening to what he asked.
“you don’t need to apologize. just look at me.”
it’s silent for a few seconds and you finally flicker your eyes up to look at him. a hand rests on the chair, the other on your desk completely caging you in. you can smell the strong but warm scent of his cologne that radiates off his skin and clothes.
“is this too much for you?” he asks again. “i can give you a break.”
“n-no.” you deny his inquisition. “the work is fine. it’s just… the studying. i’ve got my exam coming up really soon, i’m sorry.”
“it’s fine.” he assures, “look, on the weekends and on our breaks, i’ll help you study. it’s not nice seeing you like this, okay?”
you nod and he stands at his full height, comfortably squeezing your shoulder then patting your head. “take a nap. you look like you need it.”
there was about one more month left until you’d have to take the exam and higuruma keeps through on his promise and dedicates any moment of extra time he has to help you study.
his methods actually allowed you to gain more sleep, balance work more appropriately, and retain the information easier. you genuinely felt like you were learning. you even complimented higuruma on his skills of teaching, claiming that he’d make a great professor.
this continues throughout the month until it was time for the actual day. he helped you study in the morning for a bit, not too much as he didn’t want to override your brain. he got you breakfast and decided to drop you off at the testing site.
“i’ll be right here, okay?”
you nod, looking at him with a solemn smile. you hesitate at first but overwhelmed by your emotions you reach over the console to give him a hug. “thank you…”
he lets out a breath that sounds close to a laugh, hands coming around to circle your body. his palm rubs up and down your back in a comforting motion. “you’ve got this.” he whispers. “good luck.”
you head into the building, gone for a total of three and a half hours. he fell asleep in the car for about an hour until he hears three rampant knocks to the passenger window.
he sees your figure standing there with other individuals following out the building. immediately, he unlocks the door, watching you hop into the car without a word.
“how do you think you did?” he sighs, turning the ignition of the car.
you can only shrug, anxiety riddled through your body. passing was the only option for you. you opted out in taking it the first month the exam is taken so you’d have more time to study. this was your last chance or else you wouldn’t be able to advance in your studies.
higuruma takes in your worrisome expression, reaching his hand out to gently squeeze your shoulder. “should we go out for some drinks?”
you let out a small laugh, looking at him and nodding.
the two of you settle for some small bar, doing the same as before. indulging in every kind of drink but still keeping limitations. eventually, higuruma suggested to watching game of thrones and you in your slightly drunk state of mind couldn’t deny.
you end up at his home because you were too scared of what your roommate might say if you brought higuruma home. you step into the threshold, eyes wide as you stare around in awe.
“why is it so empty?” you giggle, noticing the lack of… anything.
it was as if he simply bought the house and disregarded buying any furniture, dishes, and utensils. does he even live here? was your initial thought as you scavenged through his pantry, cabinets, and refrigerator only to find nothing that could saturate your hunger.
“i spend most of my time at the office.” he huffs, tugging off his suit jacket and tossing it on his sofa. “i mainly come back here to shower and change clothes.”
you hum, clutching your purse as you continue to look around, dragging your fingers along surfaces.
that’s sort of become your lifestyle too now. you’ve no doubt seen higuruma more than your own roommate— which supported why you definitely couldn’t bring him over without warning.
he steps towards you, pointing to your purse and jacket. “would you like to shower?”
“that’d be nice…” you nod, handing him your belongings to toss with his jacket.
he grabs an extra towel he luckily had and his pajamas for you to wear since you didn’t have any clothes of your own. “i plan to order some food, do you want anything in particular?”
“dealer’s choice.” you smile at him. he nods, leaving you to shower as he picks on what to eat. you shower for about half an hour as you spent half of that time snooping around his restroom for any indication of a woman being here.
it was surely none of your business but you couldn’t help but find yourself intrigued by higuruma. naturally, amongst the things you wondered about was if he shared a life with someone. though it should’ve been obvious with the way he never spends his time at home and the simple fact of you being here.
you dried yourself off, putting on his clothes and unsure of where to put the used towel, you walk into his bedroom searching for a hamper. though you find yourself eager to just look around. there wasn’t much to find except for the basics.
you open his closet and find a wide range of suits all in black and white along with his pajamas that were the same color. he also had a distinct collection of watches and cologne.
you end up spraying the different fragrances into the air, adoring the mixture of them being woody, earthy, and citrusy. you take one, spraying it onto yourself.
“having fun?”
you turn fast on your feet, startled by his voice. he sports a teasing smile and you can’t help but feel your body grow hot in embarrassment. “um… sorry…” you laugh nervously, placing the cap back on to the cologne and settling it back in its original spot.
he shakes his head, fond of how you looked, “it’s alright. i ordered chinese.” he then hands you the remote to the tv and his phone for you to track the food. “log in to hbo. i’ll go take a quick shower.”
you nod, heading back out and taking a seat on his sofa. you log into hbo and as you waited, you ended up using his phone to scroll through tiktok. you definitely could’ve used your own but it felt more fun to use his considering the fact he didn’t even have the app in the first place.
the food arrived and within ten minutes after higuruma was done with his shower, fully dressed. he was wearing the same thing as you with the exception of his clothes looking larger on your frame.
he takes a seat beside you, spreading out the arrangement of food he bought on the mini table he had. you press play on the show and hour after hour you felt happier, completely forgetting that you even had an exam today. forgetting that you spent months worrying about this very day all thanks to higuruma.
you always grew a certain amount of courage after drinking so it went without a thought for you to sigh after feeling full then lean sideways to rest your head on his shoulder.
“thank you for today.” you mumble, eyes glued to the screen.
higuruma’s sprawled back, legs spread until you lean against him.
he doesn’t want to think too hard about the current proximity, simply enjoying the moment as he throws an arm around you so you’d feel more comfortable snuggling up to him.
“you deserved it.” he squeezes you gently and you don’t say anything in response, just cozying up to him some more.
from that day, you and higuruma grew closer than ever and you began to notice that you often thought about him, smiled at him more, opened up, and gained the courage to look at him longer.
with every compliment, touch, and night that you spent at his house watching game of thrones whilst eating food, there was no denying that you shared particular feelings for him.
and as the weeks past, you began to wonder what you should do with these feelings until the time came where the scores for the bar exam were out. the two of you were sat in the office per usual, and you received an email notification describing that the scores for the exam were out and where to check them.
you swallowed thickly, logging in to your admissions portal.
“did you ever get a copy of the prosecution's discovery?” higuruma asks, mindlessly flipping through a file.
his question is followed by silence and he’ll lift his head. “y/n?”
upon the continuous silence, higuruma rolls on his chair, peeking his head over to your cubicle to see you hiding your face and your shoulders shaking. concerned at the sight, he stands, and approaches you to palm your shoulder and that’s when he begins to understand that you’re crying when a fragile sob falls past your lips.
his heart burns at the broken sound. “what’s wrong?” his eyes lift to your monitor and see the familiar page of the exam results. he scrolls through the letter to see you’ve passed.
a laugh of relief spills from his throat, glad that your reaction isn’t due to any devastating news. his hand circles around your wrist and tugs at it. “come here.”
you slowly stand, allowing your emotions to flow upon feeling his arms encircle you tightly. you’ll cry into his chest, managing to thank him through your tears. he’ll shush you, rubbing at your back and cradling the back of your head.
“you did such a good job.” he murmurs into your hair.
he continues to mumble praises into your hair and ear, holding and consoling you until your crying has calmed down. once he hears you letting out small breaths to control your breathing, he pulls back, wiping at your tear stained cheeks. “i’m so proud of you.”
your body grows hot at the compliment paired with his stare as he gently cups your cheek, thumb swiping across the skin.
you let out a shaky breath, not sure if it was from your crying or that feeling pooling between your legs. your eyes drop down to his lips then back up to his eyes. higuruma does the same and you can’t help but curl your fingers around his dress shirt.
both of your breathing picks up and neither of you are sure of what to do in this moment. you can feel his free hand drop from your back then down to your waist as you each exchange flickering looks between your lips and eyes.
“higuruma…” you breathe out and he shakes his head, closing his eyes then pressing his forehead to yours.
“hiromi.” he corrects, switching his hand that cups your cheeks to palm the back of your neck. “my name… say it. that’s all i need.”
you fight the whine that bubbles in your throat, gripping tightly onto him as you open your mouth. “hiromi…”
he gives in at the immediate desperation his name holds, roughly pressing you against him so your lips could meet.
the two of you have your hands moving everywhere along your bodies and a gasp rushes from your lungs as he frantically lifts you onto the desk.
items clatter everywhere as he knocks them away whilst dipping his tongue into your mouth. it’s frantic and eager the way your mouths clash together. soft groans and moans spilling into the air as papers crumble beneath your figure.
you kick off your heels as hiromi hikes your skirt around your hips, pressing your back against the surface and knocking your legs open with his knees, revealing the lace panties hidden underneath them.
he presses himself against you with a rough groan, one hand hoisting your leg at his waist, whilst the other taps your cheek then grips your face to press into them. “open.”
your jaw widens, and hiromi hums before spitting in your mouth then leaning in to connect your lips again.
he’s hard and big.
it’s all you can think of as your tongues mesh together in perfect harmony.
weeks of built up feelings that you both tried so hard to fight all falling at the seams. you reach up to tug at his black roots as he unconsciously ruts himself against your clothed core.
you take advantage when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva following with him. his lips are swollen and covered in spit as he leans down to kiss along your jaw, then suck at the skin of your neck. you pant feverishly against his ear, gripping tighter onto him each time his bulge connects with your clit just right.
deep shaky breaths fly through his nose as rolls his hips, eyes squeezing tightly from the tightness building in his pants. it felt so fucking good to hear those soft whimpers and moans escape your lips. “feels so good.” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. you two practically rubbing against each other like bunnies in heat without even starting the main course.
you whimper feeling yourself clench around nothing. your hands grasp for higuruma and he hums, kissing just below your ear. “gonna cum?”
you nod, mouth slacked open as he breathes harshly against your neck. “that’s okay, sweetheart.” he huffs, using his free hand to travel down between your bodies. fuck, he thinks the moment his fingers feel how drenched your panties are. your eyes blow wide as he pinches your clothed clit then rubs in tight circles. “you can cum, it’s okay.”
“oh my god.” you tremble and writhe against his lengthy figure, clawing at his back and arms as you feel lost on what to hold on with your orgasm building every second.
he stops the movement of his hips, grasping your neck so you’d be staring straight at him as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “come on.” he licks his lips, maintaining the eye contact he forces you to hold. “i wanna see you. you’re almost there.”
“hiromi—” you choke on the air, threatening to close your eyes but he shakes your head, warning you to keep them open as your body trembles from the euphoria that overcomes you.
“good job.” he wipes at your forehead and cheeks, standing to his full height. you use his tie to lift yourself up, meeting your lips again and immediately sloshing your tongue with his. while he fumbles to unbutton your shirt you do the same then aggressively toss off his tie. his large hands grope at your breast before unclipping your bra to flick and twist at your nipple. you moan into his mouth, fingertips caressing the light muscles of his abs.
he finds it quite amusing how you flinch with each twist and tug but nonetheless you let him continue his worship of your body. he leaves your skirt cinched around your waist, squeezing your hips then slowly tugs your panties down your legs.
you can’t imagine what he plans to do next until he drops both his hands behind your thighs, pressing them down as far as he can before bending down to dip his head between your legs.
his tongue flattens against your leaking hole, sucking up all slick your pussy produced. you reach straight for his hair, choking on a moan. “w-wait, i can’t.” you tell him, quivering at the sudden sensation. it certainly didn’t help with how big his nose is, he had the advantage to nudge it against your clit each lick and suck.
“i just want to taste you.” his voice vibrates against you, eliciting a strangled moan out of you. “is that okay, love?” he pulls back momentarily, mouth and nose coated in your juices as he presses a kiss to either side of your thighs.
what gets you is the fact he genuinely waits on your response. you nod feebly and he presses a kiss to your clit. “thank you.” is all he says before continuing his actions. your eyes immediately squeeze shut and you’re not sure if you’re trying to push his head or pull him closer. regardless, your back arches off the desk, pulling at his hair as he holds you down to prevent any more of your squirming.
a sound of absolute satisfaction rumbles in his chest and higuruma loses himself in your taste. he’s quite filthy really. you would’ve never expected him to be the type of man that relentlessly switches between licking, spitting, and sucking the way he does. a small pool of liquid has likely formed under you by now.
“r-romi, m’ gonna cum.” he hears, feeling the way you buck up against his mouth and quite literally has to force himself off you at the announcement. he seethes in a breath, huffing and puffing, licking around his mouth.
higuruma stands straight again, unbuckling his belt, letting out a soft breath as he no longer feels constricted. your eyes fall when he drops his pants and briefs. shit. i mean, you figured he was big but not that fucking big.
you yelp as he pulls you to the edge of the table, slapping his thick cock against your drooling hole that pulses around nothing.
“can i?” he collects your mess between his fingers, spreading your folds and gliding his shaft between them.
you nod but higuruma shakes his head then grips your neck to pull you up. “tell me, sweetheart. can i?”
“p-please.” you look up at him, all doe eyed and desperate. his hand squeezes your neck and keeps you looking at him as he uses his other hand to pull you closer, prodding in just the tip then slowly pushes himself into your warm, gushing cunt. your mouth slacks open at the stretch, gasping for air as higuruma squeezes tighter from the way you sporadically clench around his length.
he’s only halfway in and it’s taking all his energy to not cum. your pussy is torturously sucking him in, so much so a quivering grunt echoes from his chest. he pats your thigh in response. “ease up, it’s just me, darling.” he tells you, and you want to laugh at how serious he’s being. ease up? not fucking possible when at least eight inches length and formidable girth was pushing itself into you.
once he’s finally filled to the hilt. your legs cross around his hips, grasping his wrist, preventing him from squeezing too tight on your throat. “you’re always such a good girl… so smart and beautiful.” he praises, leaning in to peck your lips then follows with butterflies kisses along your jaw and neck then comes back up to meet your lips again. your mouths twist slower, fiery and brimmed with passion to distract you from the roll of his hips.
“so warm.” he moans against your lips, biting down and sucking on your bottom one. he finally lets go of your neck, pushing you on your back again then clasping both thighs as leverage to pummel himself deep into your pussy. he groans along to your whimpers and moans, dark eyes focused on the imprint that shows itself on your stomach with every thrust.
his light abs glisten with sweat, his brows furrowed as he zones into the way he disappears in and out of your pussy that sucks him in and coats his base white.
papers crumble beneath your fist as your moans are pulled closer together, the indication that your orgasm was fast approaching. the effect likely to be huge since you already had your first and was denied your second. hiromi grunts, fixing you into a mean semi-mating press, legs over his shoulders as his balls mercilessly slap against your skin to echo around the office space.
“gonna cum.” you quiver but higuruma smacks your clit as if that’s supposed to help.
“hold it.”
“i-i can’t.” you look at him, pouting.
his eyes snap up to meet yours and he smacks you again. “hold it.”
he somehow moves faster and harder, harshly breathing with sweat beading down his temple. after a minute, you’re completely spent, eyes watering as you shake your head. “romi, please. i can’t hold it.”
“shhh.” he huffs, pressing his palm over your mouth, viciously chasing the high of his orgasm. he rolls his eyes shut, sticking two fingers into your mouth. “go. hurry up and cum.”
it’s only a few seconds after his command that your waves come crashing down, body yearning to close upon itself due to the overstimulation but higuruma keeps you spread open, still thrusting for what feels like over a minute.
he pulls out, a hand immediately coming to pump at his length, the other angling your body just right so when he forces your mouth open, hot spurts of his cum land on your breasts, chin, and tongue.
hiromi takes a breath that sounds like he’s inhaling fresh air, squeezing at his tip to extract every ounce of his fill. he takes a good and long look at your weak body, collecting his remains that landed on you to push back into your mouth.
“so beautiful…” he cups your cheek, holding you upright since you clearly can’t. “you alright? did i hurt you?”
“no… i’m okay.” you mumble, staring up at him as if he held up the moon and stars. “was i?… okay?”
“absolutely, love.” his brows furrow, gently caressing your skin as he looks at you. “more than okay. perfect.”
you smile shyly at that and he has a similar question on his mind as he helps in cleaning you up. “are we okay?”
“am i okay for you?”
hiromi has begun to understand your naturally shy and timid nature but it also crossed his mind that your sense of overthinking would come into play with your age gap.
it wasn’t drastic of course but he would never want to put you in a position that made you seemingly uncomfortable.
you nod with a small smile, gripping his bicep and pulling him in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “more than okay… perfect.”
᭡୧ Fix your route? Nah, Fuck you right. — N. Kento.
᭡୧ synopsis: in which nanami is a longtime divorced man but got a very active sex life. and in which a new, bimbo… and a very much younger neighbor moves in next to his apartment. worst part is, he’s not able to control himself around you. especially when you’re at his door, asking him to fix your wifi late at this hour.
᭡୧ pairing: older!nanami kento x kinda bimbo fem!reader
᭡୧ c. warnings: age gap, heavy sexuál tension, eyefu cking, solo m. mast urbation, nanami is in his 40s and reader is early 20s, belly/tummy bulge, fing ering, did i say heavy se xual tension?, pus sy eating, overstim ulation, squi rting, weak plot/heavy po rn — if there’s more to tag lmk. w.c: 7.8k+
nanami kento has always kept his life neat and quiet, the kind of man who folds his shirts the same way every morning and times his coffee exactly seven minutes after the water boils. forty years old, divorced once a long time ago, and now he lives alone in the corner apartment on the fourth floor where the hallway light flickers just enough to remind him he should probably call maintenance but never does.
his sex life is the same as everything else he controls, sparse and deliberate. a few times a year he lets himself download one of those bland apps, meets a woman his age in a hotel bar, fucks her slow and polite in the dark so neither of them has to look too closely at the other.
most nights though it is just his own hand in the shower, quick and efficient, eyes closed while he thinks about nothing at all. he likes it that way. clean. no mess. no complications. until you moved in next door three months ago and ruined every single one of those careful rules without even trying.
you showed up on a rainy tuesday with too many cardboard boxes and a laugh that carried through the thin walls like it belonged there.
early twenties, fresh out of whatever college or job that spat you into this building, always in oversized shirts and tiny sleep shorts that rode up the back of your thighs when you bent over to pick up your mail. nanami noticed you the first time he passed you in the hallway, the way you smiled at him like he was just another neighbor instead of a man who suddenly felt every one of those twenty years between you. he told himself it was nothing. just new noise in a building that had been quiet for years. but then the noise became something else.
the soft thump of your music when you cooked dinner, the way your balcony light stayed on late while you scrolled on your phone, the faint vanilla scent that drifted under his door every time you took out the trash. he started catching himself pausing at the peephole when he heard your keys, hating the way his cock twitched at the mere sound of your footsteps. hating it more when he realized he was hard again in the shower that same night, fist wrapped tight around himself while he pictured those sleep shorts pooled around your ankles.
he tried to ignore it at first. threw himself into longer office hours, came home later, kept the volume on his television higher so he would not hear you humming in the shower through the shared wall. it did not work.
every little thing you did chipped at him. the way you waved from your balcony in the mornings wearing nothing but a thin tank top and no bra, nipples stiff from the cool air. the way you asked him once, all sweet and shy, if he knew how to fix a leaking faucet and stood too close while he worked, soft focused grunts leaving is chest and his rolled-up sleeve. after that night he jerked off twice before he could even get his jeans off, coming so hard he had to brace one hand on the shower tile just to stay upright.
he hated how easily you affected him. hated that a girl barely old enough to rent her own apartment could make a man like him, a man who prided himself on control, feel like some desperate teenager again. his sex life used to be something he managed. now it was just quiet frustration and the occasional guilty stroke while he thought about how small you would look under him, how tight you would feel, how pretty you would sound moaning his name.
then came the router. you knocked on his door at nine-thirty one random night, voice small and embarrassed over the phone first, then in person when he opened up still dressed in his white button-up and black jeans.
nanami stands at your doorway with one hand already in his pocket, the other holding the small toolbox he keeps for these exact random neighbor emergencies all ready, and he tells himself for the tenth time that this is nothing. just a quick fix.
your voice is soft and a little embarrassed over he’s not surprised. “sorry to bother you, nanami-san, but my wifi router just died and i have no idea what i’m doing with these things.” he had sighed, told you he would be right over, and now here he is, hating every single second because the moment you open the door he feels it again. that pull. that stupid, inconvenient heat low in his gut that has been creeping up on him since the day you moved in.
you are wearing your famous oversized t-shirt that slips off one shoulder and tiny sleep shorts that ride up when you shift your weight, bare feet on the hardwood, skin glazed with a thin layer of sweat like you had been lounging on the couch all evening.
you smile at him, grateful and a little shy, and nanami’s jaw tightens. he is forty, a divorced but settled, a man who likes order and quiet and routines that do not include getting half-hard at the sight of his much younger neighbor’s collarbones. yet here he is, eyes dragging down the line of your neck before he forces them back up.
“thank you so much for coming,” you say, stepping aside to let him in. your voice is warm, a little breathy from the relief of not having to deal with it alone. the apartment smells faintly of vanilla and whatever takeout you had for dinner.
nanami nods once, polite as always, and follows you toward the corner where the router sits on a low shelf. he can feel the weight of his own body, the clean but lived-in scent of his white button-up clinging slightly to his skin after a long day, black jeans sitting snug on his hips. he is musty in that grown-man way, soap and faint cologne mixed with the faint trace of office air and the walk over, nothing overpowering but undeniably male. he knows it. he hopes you do not notice how it fills the small space between you.
you hover close while he crouches down to look at the router, your thigh brushing his shoulder as you point at the blinking lights. “it just stopped working out of nowhere. i tried restarting it but…” your words trail off when he glances up.
his eyes catch on the way your t-shirt hangs loose, the soft swell of your tits visible at the neckline, the smooth skin of your legs right there at eye level. he should look away yet nanami does not. instead his gaze lingers, slow and heavy, tracing the curve of your hip, the way the hem of those shorts digs into the flesh of your thigh. he feels his cock twitch in his jeans, thickening against the zipper before he can stop it.
fuck.
he shifts his weight, trying to hide the growing bulge, but the movement only makes the fabric pull tighter.
“let me see,” he mutters, voice lower than he intends, rough around the edges. his fingers work the cables, checking connections, but his mind is not on the router. it is on you. on how you smell like warm skin and faint lotion, on how you keep biting your lip while you watch him, on how easily he could reach out and slide his palm up the back of your thigh.
he has been trying to ignore it for weeks. it takes him back to the way you wave at him from your balcony in the mornings, the sound of your laugh carrying through the thin walls when you are on the phone with friends, the soft thump of your music when you cook.
every little thing has been chipping away at his carefully built restraint. he is older. he should know better. but his body does not care about should.
he stands up slowly, taller than you by a good amount, and when he does his chest brushes your shoulder. you do not step back and the air between you feels thick, charged, and nanami’s eyes drop again, this time to your mouth, then lower to where your nipples have tightened under the thin shirt.
he swallows hard. his cock is fully hard now, pressing insistently against the front of his black jeans, the outline obvious if you were to look down. he turns slightly, pretending to fiddle with the router settings on his phone, but the movement only highlights the bulge.
he can feel the heat of it, the way it throbs when you lean in closer to see what he is doing, your breath ghosting over his forearm.
“is it the cable?” you ask, voice quieter now, like you have noticed the shift too. your eyes flick to his face, then down, then back up, and nanami sees the faint flush creeping up your neck. good. at least he is not suffering alone. he clears his throat, forcing his attention back to the device, but his free hand flexes at his side, knuckles whitening. he wants to touch you. wants to back you against the wall and slide those tiny shorts down your legs, wants to feel how wet you already are because he can smell it, that sweet faint arousal mixing with your usual scent.
his mind supplies the image without permission: you bent over the couch, his cock buried deep while he grips your hips and fucks the whimpers out of you. he exhales sharply through his nose.
“try it now,” he says, stepping back just enough to give you space, but not enough to hide anything. the router lights flicker green. you pull out your phone to test the connection and let out a small happy sound that goes straight to his dick.
“it works! oh my god, thank you, nanami-san.” you turn to him fully, eyes bright, and for a second he lets himself look. really look. at the way your chest rises with each breath, at the bare stretch of thigh, at how your lips part when you realize he is staring.
he does not smile. his expression stays bland, almost stern, but his eyes are dark and hungry, eye-fucking you so openly now that there is no pretending. his cock strains harder against the denim, a small wet spot forming where he is leaking, and he makes no move to hide it.
he is half heartedly relieved you do not notice. your gaze still stuck on your phone screen, lashes fluttering, and when you look back up, you read there is something new in his expression, something needy and waiting to be unleashed.
nanami’s voice comes out rougher than he means. “you should get a better router. this one is outdated.” it is the most neutral thing he can think of, but it does not matter.
the tension is already there, thick and undeniable, wrapping around both of you in the half-unpacked living room. he can feel his pulse in his cock, the heavy ache of it, the way his balls feel tight just from standing this close to you. he wants to hate how easily you affect him.
he does hate it. but he cannot stop the slow drag of his eyes over your body one more time, imagining exactly how you would look spread open on his bed, taking every inch while he tells you how long he has been fighting this.
you shift on your feet, thighs pressing together, and nanami catches the tiny movement. his jaw clenches. he should leave. he should say goodnight and go back to his quiet apartment and jerk off to the memory like he has done more nights than he cares to admit.
your heartbeat picks up its rate, your finger tips sweaty. you feel the air thickening already, noticing the print of your neighbors dick without even looking down.
“so maybe you could stay and i could make you some te–” your proposal is short lived.
“i’ve fixed what you’ve called me to help for. goodnight.” his stern voice catches you off guard, watching him collect and grab the toolbox on the floor that was forgotten seconds ago. you try to say something but stay frozen when he pushes past you, his neck veins slightly showing on his skin.
nanami strides out fast. because right now, with his cock hard and obvious and his control fraying at the edges, he is not sure he has the strength to stay in the same room with you.
and so he leaves you standing in the middle of your apartment with your wifi fixed and a pile of notifications ‘ding-ing’ every seconds.
+
a week drags by in thick, unspoken tension that sits heavy between the thin apartment walls like smoke that refuses to clear.
nanami wakes each morning with the same stern resolution burning behind his eyes: keep the distance, lock it down, pretend the night you called him over for the router never happened. he leaves for the office before the sun fully rises, comes home long after the hallway lights have dimmed, and when he passes your door he keeps his gaze fixed on the scuffed floorboards like they hold the answers to every moral question he has been asking himself since he first felt that inconvenient throb in his jeans. but the memory refuses to fade.
it lingers in the shower when hot water runs down his chest and his hand wraps around his cock without permission, stroking slow and frustrated while your freshly known name slips out between gritted teeth like a confession he wishes he could swallow back.
it follows him into bed at night, where he lies stiff on his back and remembers the exact shade of flush that crept up your neck when his eyes dragged too long over your body.
he hates it. hates how easily a girl barely out of her early twenties can unravel the careful, quiet life he has built for himself. he is older, disciplined, a man who values order and restraint above almost everything, yet here he is, reduced to stolen glances through the balcony railing and late-night strokes that leave him emptier than before.
you do not make any of it easier. you still wave at him from across the narrow gap between your balconies in the mornings, soft smile curving your lips like you know exactly what you are doing to him. you leave polite little notes taped to his door about shared packages or the new recycling bins downstairs, your handwriting neat and looping in a way that makes his fingers tighten around the paper every time.
each accidental brush of your fingers when you hand him mail in the hallway sends a spark straight down his spine, and every polite “good morning, nanami-san” you offer chips away at the walls he keeps trying to reinforce. he catches the sound of your laugh through the thin wall sometimes when you are on the phone with people… your age, light and warm, and his cock thickens in his slacks before he can stop it.
he tells himself it is nothing. just proximity. just the natural reaction of a man who has been alone too long. but deep down he knows the truth: you have gotten under his skin, and the more he tries to push it away the harder it pulls.
tonight the last thread of his restraint finally frays and snaps.
the familiar knock comes at exactly the time he wishes it to, soft but insistent, cutting through the quiet of his evening like a hook sinking into flesh.
nanami opens the door still dressed from the office, white button-up with the sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, black jeans sitting low on his hips, the faint musty-clean scent of him drifting out into the hallway, clean and faint cologne and the long day clinging to his skin.
you stand there in another oversized t-shirt that slips off one shoulder and those same tiny sleep shorts that have been haunting him, hair not perfect like you had been caught up in something… private, cheeks already carrying that telltale pink flush. it’s as if last week was repeating itself.
“the router again,” you say, voice small and breathy, but your eyes are not on any imaginary problem. they trace the open collar of his shirt, the broad line of his shoulders, the way his chest fills the doorway. “it keeps dropping signal. i tried everything you showed me last time but… i think i need your help again.”
he should tell you no. should suggest you call the building manager in the morning this time and close the door before the air between you thickens any further. instead he exhales slowly through his nose, jaw tight, and reaches for the small toolbox he keeps by the door without saying a word.
he follows you next door, the faint click of the lock behind him sounding louder than it should. the moment you are both inside the living room the atmosphere shifts, warmer and heavier, like the space itself is holding its breath. you lead him to the same corner shelf where the router sits, but this time you do not hover at a polite distance.
you stand close enough that your bare arm brushes his rough skin when he crouches down to look. the lights on the router are steady green. he knows it is working fine the second he glances at it. and most definitely you know it.
the excuse is paper-thin and neither of you bothers to pretend otherwise.
nanami rises slowly, turning to face you fully, his tall frame casting a shadow over you in the soft lamplight. his eyes do the same slow, solemn drag they did the week before, only heavier now, sharpened by seven long days of fighting the memory of your body.
he watches the way your nipples have already tightened under the thin fabric of your shirt, the subtle press of your thighs together like the ache between them is already building. his cock responds immediately, swelling thick and heavy inside his black jeans, the thick ridge becoming obvious as it presses against the denim. he’s sure a faint damp spot is beginning to form, but he does not try to hide it this time. he lets you see. lets the weight of his stare settle on you like a touch.
“the router is working fine,” he says, voice low and rough, carrying that same stern tone he always uses, like he is delivering a verdict in court rather than standing in your living room with a hard-on he cannot will away. “you know that as well as i do. why did you really call me over here?”
you swallow visibly, eyes flicking down to the clear outline of his cock straining against his jeans before rising back to his face.
your chest rises and falls with a heavier breath, lips parting slightly, but instead of answering you take one slow step back. then another. your hands move to the waistband of your sleep shorts, fingers hooking under the fabric, and you bend forward just enough to slide them down your legs in one smooth motion.
the shorts pool at your ankles and you step out of them, leaving you in nothing but a pair of grey lace panties with delicate pink ribbons threaded along the edges. the soft fabric clings to the curve of your pussy, the faint outline of your folds visible through the thin material, and nanami’s right leg twitches involuntarily, his cock jerking hard inside his jeans at the sight.
his brows draw together in a quick pretend of frown, serious expression tightening. “what are you doing?” he asks, voice dropping even lower, a clear warning threaded through the words. but you do not stop. your fingers catch the hem of your oversized t-shirt next, lifting it slowly, inch by inch, revealing the soft skin of your stomach, the delicate dip of your waist, the underside of your breasts.
you pull the shirt up and over your head, letting it drop to the floor beside the shorts, and now you stand there in only the grey lace panties, tits bare, nipples stiff in the cool air of the room. nanami’s breath catches, his hands flexing hard at his sides, the long fingers curling into fists as he fights the urge to reach for you.
he says your name then, low and rough, the syllables heavy with warning. “don’t.” but you only smile, small and soft and knowing, and continue. your thumbs hook into the waistband of the panties, sliding them down your hips with agonizing slowness, the lace catching briefly on the swell of your ass before you let them fall.
you step out of them completely, now fully naked in front of him, skin flushed warm under his heavy gaze. you walk toward him, bare feet quiet on the floor, hips swaying just enough to make your tits move softly with each step. when you are close enough that he can feel the heat radiating from your body, when his mouth opens to speak again, you lift one finger and press it gently to his lips, shushing him.
nanami lets out a small, broken sound, half whimper, half groan, the noise slipping out before he can stop it. his cock throbs visibly in his jeans, another bead of pre-cum soaking into the fabric as the tension coils tighter in the narrow space between your bodies.
he exhales shakily against your finger, eyes dark and conflicted, thick needy lines deepening on his face. “you’re a very young girl…” he trails off, voice rough and strained, the words carrying the weight of every reason he has been telling himself to stay away.
you pull your finger back just enough to speak, voice soft but steady. “i’m legal.”
“barely,” he counters immediately, the word clipped, his gaze dropping despite himself to the bare curve of your breasts, it taught him to squeeze on them and make you feel good, the soft swell of your hips, the smooth skin between your thighs where he can already see the faint shine of arousal. “you’re barely twenty-something. i’m more than twice your age. this… this is not appropriate.”
you tilt your head slightly, still standing naked and unashamed in front of him, the tension so thick it feels like the air itself has weight. “and yet you’re standing here with your cock so hard i can see it twitching through your jeans,” you murmur, eyes flicking down pointedly to the obvious bulge. “you’ve been avoiding me all week, nanami-san, but you still came over the second i knocked. tell me again how inappropriate this is.”
caught him red handed. fuck you.
he lets out another low groan, the sound vibrating in his chest, his hand coming up like he might push you away but instead hovering just above your waist, fingers trembling with restraint. “you have no idea what you’re asking for,” he says, voice quieter now, almost pained. “i’m not some young man who can just… give in without consequences. you deserve better than an older neighbor who can’t keep his eyes off you.”
the banter stretches, slow and heavy, every word laced with the electric pull between you. you step even closer, your bare breasts brushing the front of his white shirt, nipples dragging against the fabric, and nanami’s breath hitches sharply. “then why does it feel like you’ve been thinking about this as much as i have?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “why do you look at me like you want to bend me over every time we pass in the hall?”
his jaw clenches, the muscle ticking visibly, but his eyes stay locked on yours even as his cock continues to throb between you.
“because i do,” he admits finally, the words dragged out like they cost him something. “i want to. more than i should. but you’re young. barely out of college. and i’m… this.” he gestures vaguely at himself, the musty yet cleaned scent of his body stronger now with the heat rising off his skin, the faint sweat dampening the collar of his shirt. “a tired man who should know better.”
you smile again, softer this time, and reach up to trace one finger along the line of his jaw. “then stop fighting it for one night,” you whisper. “just let yourself have me. i want you, nanami. i’ve wanted you since the first time you fixed my router and looked at me like you were starving.”
the silence stretches again, thick and humming with tension, his breath coming heavier now, chest rising and falling against yours. his hand finally settles on your waist, large palm warm and slightly rough against your bare skin, thumb stroking once, slow and deliberate.
he does not pull you closer yet, but he does not push you away either. the battle is still there in his eyes, solemn and conflicted, but the hunger is winning, inch by aching inch, as the minutes tick by in the quiet room and his cock continues to strain painfully against his jeans, waiting for the moment his restraint finally gives out completely.
nanami’s hand tightens on your waist, fingers spanning wide enough to nearly wrap around the curve of it, and the last of his resistance crumbles like dry paper under the heat of your bare skin against his palm.
he exhales once, long and shaky, eyes still calculated but dark now with the kind of hunger he has been trying to bury for weeks, and then he is moving, guiding you backward until the backs of your knees hit the couch and you sink down onto the cushions. he follows without a word, dropping to his knees between your spread thighs like a man who has finally stopped pretending he can walk away.
his broad shoulders push your legs wider, the white button-up stretching tight across his chest as he leans in, breath hot against the inside of your thigh. he looks up at you one last time, jaw set, like he is giving you one final chance to tell him no, but you only slide your fingers into his neatly combed hair and tug him closer. that is all it takes.
his mouth finds your pussy like he has been starving for it, lips parting to drag a slow, broad stripe up your folds, tongue flat and heavy as he tastes you properly for the first time. the groan that vibrates out of his chest is low and rough, almost pained, because you are already soaked, slick coating his tongue in a way that makes his cock jerk hard inside his jeans.
he licks again, slower this time, savoring the way your thighs tremble on either side of his head, then seals his mouth around your clit and sucks gently, tongue flicking in tight little circles that have your back arching off the couch. one of his huge hands slides up your stomach, palm pressing flat just below your navel, and he pushes down with just enough pressure to make your pussy clench around nothing.
the size of his hand there is obscene, fingers spread wide so his pinky rests near the base of your ribs and his thumb brushes the top of your mound, the sheer scale of him against your smaller frame making everything feel tighter, hotter, more overwhelming.
nanami eats you out like he has all night and nothing else matters, tongue sliding deep between your folds before circling back up to your clit, sucking and licking in a rhythm that builds slow and relentless. his free hand grips your thigh, spreading you even wider, thumb digging into the soft flesh while he buries his face deeper, nose pressing against your mound as he drinks down every drop of you. the wet sounds fill the quiet room, wet and loud, his groans mixing with the slick slide of his tongue and the shaky breaths you keep letting out.
he keeps that steady pressure on your lower belly the whole time, palm rubbing slow circles that make your insides twist and flutter, the tummy bullying so deliberate it feels like he is trying to feel exactly where his mouth is working from the inside. your hips twitch, trying to ride his face, but he holds you down with that big hand, keeping you exactly where he wants you while he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
when you come it hits hard and sudden, pussy pulsing against his tongue as your thighs clamp around his head and a broken moan spills out of you. nanami does not stop. he keeps licking you through it, slower now but just as thorough, tongue dragging over your oversensitive clit until your whole body jerks and you try to squirm away from the intensity.
he only presses his palm firmer against your stomach, holding you in place, the slight overstimulation making your eyes water and your voice crack on his name. “nanami…plea– fuck, it’s too much,” you whimper, but he just hums against you, the vibration sending another sharp spark through your core, and slides two thick fingers into your still-clenching pussy without warning. they stretch you wide, the size of them so much bigger than your own that you feel every knuckle, every ridge, as he curls them deep and starts pumping slow and steady.
he lifts his head just enough to watch his fingers disappear inside you, eyes dark and tempting, lips shiny with your slick. “look at how well you take them,” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough, the praise low and almost reverent as he presses down on your belly again with his other hand, feeling the way his fingers create a very faint bulge against your walls from the outside.
the pressure makes everything tighter, more intense, and you clench hard around him, another wave of overstimulation crashing through you while he keeps fingering you through the aftershocks. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles that have you shaking, the combination of his thick fingers stretching you open and the firm press on your tummy turning every breath into a broken little sob.
he does not rush. he just keeps working you, long fingers dragging along that perfect spot inside while his palm rubs steady circles on your stomach, bullying that soft lower belly until you are dripping down his wrist and whimpering his name like it will make it better than it already is.
only when your thighs are trembling uncontrollably and your pussy is fluttering helplessly around his fingers does he finally ease up, sliding them out slow and careful, bringing them to his mouth to lick clean with a low groan that makes your stomach flip.
he stays on his knees between your legs for a long moment, forehead resting against your thigh, breathing hard while his cock strains painfully against his jeans, the front of the fabric dark with pre-cum. when he finally looks up at you his eyes are still determined, still carrying that quiet conflict, but the hunger has won completely now, and the way he stares at your flushed, marked body makes it clear he is nowhere near done with you tonight.
nanami stays on his knees between your spread thighs for another long, heavy breath, forehead pressed to the soft skin just above your knee while his chest rises and falls like he is trying to steady something inside himself that already broke minutes ago. his fingers are still shiny with you, the faint scent of his skin mixed with the sharp sweetness of your pussy hanging thick in the air.
when he finally moves it is slow and deliberate, like every motion costs him something. he rises to his full height, towering over you on the couch, white button-up wrinkled and damp at the collar from the heat rolling off both of you. his hands, large and steady, slide under your thighs and around your back in one smooth motion, scooping you up off the cushions like you weigh nothing at all.
your legs wrap around his slim waist on instinct, heels digging into the firm muscle of his lower back, and the sudden shift leaves you gasping against his shoulder because he lifts you so easily, strong arms locking you against his chest while your bare pussy hovers right above the heavy bulge still trapped in his jeans.
he does not give you time to look down. one arm stays banded tight under your ass, holding your weight like it is effortless, while his free hand works between your bodies to unbuckle his belt with a quiet metallic clink. the zipper follows, the sound loud in the quiet room, and he shoves both jeans and briefs down just enough to free himself.
you feel the thick, heavy length spring up against your inner thigh, hot and velvet-smooth, the blunt mushroom head already slick and leaking. before you can even tilt your head to catch a glimpse he shifts you higher in his arms, pressing your back against the nearest wall for leverage, and uses that same free hand to guide the fat head of his cock right to your dripping entrance.
the broad tip nudges through your folds, rubbing slow and deliberate, coating himself in your slick while he watches your face with those solemn dark eyes, brows knitted tight like he is still fighting the last scraps of restraint.
“breathe,” he mutters, voice low and rough, the single word almost gentle even as his hips tilt forward. he helps you sink down, one thick inch at a time, the stretch burning so good it makes your jaw go slack and your eyes flutter half-shut.
he is big, thicker than anything you have taken, the veined shaft dragging along your walls as he lowers you steadily until your ass meets his hips and he is buried to the hilt. a quiet groan tears from his throat when he bottoms out, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours, and for a long second he just holds you there, letting you feel every inch of him pulsing deep inside your smaller body.
you’re pressed and folded in an awkward position, and it only makes the size difference feel more obscene, your soft curves dwarfed by his tall, solid frame.
nanami does not wait long. his hands grip your ass harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he starts to move, lifting you up and dropping you back down onto his cock with controlled, powerful strokes that hammer into you deep enough to punch the air from your lungs. each thrust makes your whole body jolt in his arms, tits bouncing under nothing. bare and free for him to watch, back sliding against the wall while he fucks up into you like he has been imagining it for weeks.
his height towers over you completely, shoulders broad enough to block out the room, white shirt straining across his chest with every roll of his hips.
the mushroom head of his cock drags perfectly along that spot inside you on every downstroke, the sheer size of him making your belly bulge slightly every time he bottoms out, a faint outline visible under your skin if you looked down, but he keeps your face buried against his neck so you cannot.
he keeps that steady, punishing rhythm, hips snapping up hard while his arms hold you suspended like you are weightless, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing louder with every thrust. sweat beads along his hairline, dampening the collar of his shirt, and his breath comes in hot, measured pants against your ear.
“too big for you?” he asks, voice strained but still carrying that solemn edge, even as he grinds deep and holds you there for a heartbeat, letting you feel how completely he fills you.
your only answer is a broken moan and loled nod, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt, legs tightening around his waist as another wave of overstimulation starts building fast. he does not slow down. he just keeps lifting and dropping you onto every thick inch, eyebrows still knitted in concentration, eyes flicking between your slack mouth and the way your body takes him so greedily.
his shirt keeps getting in the way, bunching up between both of you, so he shifts his grip, one hand sliding up to yank the fabric higher until it is completely off of him, exposing his sweaty chest completely to the cool air and your half-focused stare.
now there is nothing between you but sweat-slick skin and the relentless drag of his cock stretching you open. he leans in, mouth finding your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin while he hammers into you harder, the angle shifting so the head of his cock bullies that perfect spot with every upward thrust. your smaller frame jolts in his arms with each powerful stroke, pussy clenching tight around the thick length splitting you apart, and nanami groans low and deep, the sound rumbling through his chest as he feels you start to flutter around him again.
he keeps you pinned against the wall like that, towering over you, strong arms never tiring as he fucks you deep and steady, the size difference so stark it makes your head spin. every time he bottoms out his hips grind against your clit, the pressure on your lower belly from the inside making everything feel tighter, fuller, more overwhelming.
you are already close again, thighs shaking around his waist, voice cracking on his name, and nanami just holds you there, determined eyes locked on your face while he drives you closer to the edge with every heavy thrust, determined to feel you come around his cock before he lets himself follow.
nanami’s rhythm starts to falter just a little, hips snapping up with shorter, more desperate strokes while his breath comes hot and ragged against the side of your neck. he can feel it building fast, that tight coil low in his gut, his heavy balls drawing up tight and aching as your pussy flutters and squeezes around every thick inch of him.
but he refuses to let go first. he is older, more controlled, and right now that control means making sure you fall apart completely before he does.
with a low grunt he shifts his grip, one big hand sliding under your ass to tilt your hips forward while the other presses flat against your lower back, forcing your spine into a deep arch that pushes your pelvis out and opens you up even more obscenely. the new angle is nasty, almost cruel, your body folded and suspended in his arms so your clit grinds hard against the base of his cock on every upward thrust and the fat head of him drags directly into that spongy spot inside you at a brutal upward curve.
your legs dangle wider, heels kicking uselessly against his lower back, the sheer size difference making you feel like you are being split open and rearranged from the inside while he holds you like a toy.
he starts hammering into you with that filthy new angle, cock bullying that spot over and over until your eyes roll back and broken sobs start spilling from your slack mouth.
the overstimulation crashes in hard and fast, your already sensitive pussy clenching and spasming around him while tears prick at the corners of your eyes and start to slip down your flushed cheeks.
your hand flies down between your bodies on instinct, palm pushing weakly at his lower stomach like you can stop the relentless drag of his cock, fingers scrabbling against the damp fabric of his white shirt. nanami’s eyes narrow, jaw tightening, and he leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he hisses the words low and dark, “do that again and i’ll fucking hurt you good.”
the threat hits you like a live wire. your whole body seizes, a choked cry tearing from your throat, and then you are squirting hard around his cock, hot fluid gushing out in messy pulses that soak his jeans, drip down his balls, and splatter onto the floor beneath you.
nanami groans deep and filthy at the feeling, the wet heat flooding around him making his cock twitch violently inside you. he does not slow down. if anything he fucks you harder, hips snapping up with wet, punishing slaps while his free hand slides between your bodies and starts tracing tight, relentless infinity signs over your swollen clit with two thick fingers. the pressure is mean and perfect, circling and dragging in that figure-eight pattern while he keeps pounding into that nasty folded angle, cock bullying your g-spot and his fingers never letting up on your overstimulated clit.
“i know, baby, i know,” he rasps against your ear, voice hoarse and strained, the words almost soothing even as he wrecks you. “you can take it. just let it happen.” your legs shake violently around his waist, tears streaming freely now, little hiccuping sobs mixing with the wet squelch of your pussy taking every brutal thrust.
nanami keeps that freaky rhythm going, hips rolling deep, fingers drawing those endless infinity loops over your clit until your vision whites out and another shattering orgasm rips through you, pussy clamping down so hard it almost forces him out. he hisses through his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow onto your chest, but he powers through it, fucking you straight through the peak and into the trembling aftershocks.
his own control finally snaps. his balls tighten almost painfully, cock swelling even thicker inside your fluttering walls as he buries himself to the hilt one last time, grinding deep while thick, hot ropes of cum flood you. he comes with a low, broken groan that vibrates through his chest, pulsing hard and endless, filling you so full that it starts leaking out around his cock in creamy white streaks every time he gives one last shallow thrust.
the mess is everywhere, your squirt and his cum dripping down your thighs, soaking the front of his jeans and pooling on the floor, the obscene wet sounds slowly fading as he keeps you pinned against the wall, still buried deep, both of you heaving for air.
nanami’s forehead drops to your shoulder, breathing hard, the last energy well spent, showing of with both of your sweat-soaked body mixing with the sharp smell of sex filling the room. his arms stay locked around you, holding your smaller frame effortlessly even as his cock twitches with the last weak spurts inside you.
for a long moment the only sounds are your shaky sobs and his ragged breathing, bodies trembling together in the aftermath, messy and spent and still connected. he does not pull out yet. he just keeps you there, suspended in his arms, the quiet weight of everything that just happened settling heavy between you while his cum continues to leak slowly out around where he is still buried deep.
nanami stays buried inside you for what feels like forever, thick cock still twitching with the last lazy pulses while warm cum slowly leaks out around where your bodies are joined, dripping down your thighs and onto the floor in messy little trails.
your legs are still wrapped around his waist, trembling, heels digging weakly into his lower back like you cannot quite let go yet, and he keeps holding you up without any effort, strong arms locked under your ass, keeping your smaller frame suspended against the wall like it is the most natural thing in the world. your shaky little sobs eventually quiet into soft, hiccuping breaths, tears drying on your cheeks, but the overstimulation still makes your pussy flutter weakly around him every few seconds, milking out another thin trickle of his cum.
finally he shifts, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he carefully pulls out, the wet sound loud and obscene in the quiet room.
a thick glob of his cum follows immediately, sliding out of your swollen, puffy pussy and running down to join the mess already pooled beneath you. he lowers you gently until your feet touch the floor, but your legs are too shaky to hold you, so he keeps one arm banded around your waist, steadying you against his chest while his other hand tucks himself back into his briefs and jeans with a quiet zip.
the white button-up is wrinkled and damp with sweat when he puts it back on, black jeans dark at the front from your squirt, but he still looks put-together in that quiet, solemn way of his, even now.
he does not say anything at first. just looks down at you with those dark, heavy eyes, thumb brushing slow circles on your bare hip like he cannot quite stop touching you. then he exhales, long and tired, and rests his forehead against yours for a brief second.
“this…” his voice comes out rough, low, almost reluctant. “this can’t happen again.”
the words hang between you, simple and final, even as his hand lingers on your skin and his cum continues to drip slowly down the inside of your thigh.
he presses one last, almost gentle kiss to your temple, the kind of kiss that feels heavier than any promise, before he steps back. his fingers flex once at his sides like he is fighting the urge to pull you close again, then he turns toward the door, shoulders straight, footsteps quiet on the floor.
“get some rest,” he murmurs without looking back, the manly scent of him still clinging to your skin. “and… call the building manager about the router next time.”
the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you standing there naked and trembling in the middle of your living room, thighs sticky, pussy aching and full of him, the quiet weight of what just happened settling deep in your chest. you know he means it. you also know, deep down, that neither of you really believes it.
well y’all i had to claw my nails onto a wall to storm this idea so it better do good or you’re not hearing from me again.. (i’m literally posting in few hours again 😛)
ა ˙˖ in which → fratjo gets jealous seeing you talk to another guy and decides to teach you a lesson
ა ˙˖ content: 1.7k wc, semi public sex, car sex, breeding, spanking, gojo is a possessive freak, fingering, quickie, very little plot
Gojo had never felt jealously or insecurity until this very moment, his jaw clenched tightly as he watched you laugh at something some guy said.
He had been waiting for you outside of the STEM building, window down, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel while he played some ad infested game when he heard your laugh.
His head snapped up so fast that his brain spun.
It was the sweetest thing he ever heard until his tongue went sour when he saw you pushing your glasses up and batting your eyes at some scrawny kid in a physics club t-shirt.
The guys hands were flailing and you were nodding, eyes bright with genuine interest. A hot, tight knot of jealousy twisted in Gojo’s gut.
What the fuck? That laugh was reserved for him specifically, so why were you sharing it with someone else?
His hand tightened around the steering wheel. Was this your true type? A guy who could talk string theory and some other shit he couldn't understand instead of shotgunning beers?
Fuck that.
He was out the car and walking up to you in less than a minute, envy seeping with every step. He didn't say a word as he got closer. He just slid a possessive arm around your waist, his large hand splaying flat on your stomach, pulling you back against his chest.
He felt you jump, then relax as you recognized his scent.
"Gojo." You breathed, sinking into his grip.
He ignored you, his gaze fixed on the other guy. “Party’s over, buddy. She’s got a study session with me.”
Gojo's tone was pure ice and without even saying goodbye, your friend scurried away with wide eyes and sweaty palms.
You turn in his arms, a small frown on your face. "That was rude. We were only talking about-"
His blood pumps hotter at the sight of you. You were dressed in your usual black Mary Jane shoes, knee high socks, a skirt and a brown cardigan that kept slipping off your shoulders and revealing that thin top underneath. The 𝓖 necklace he got you sitting pretty against your skin.
Gojo doesn't respond. It was meant to be rude and he wouldn't be apologizing for it. Instead he leans down and presses his lips hungrily against yours, moving to grab a handful of your ass and pulling you against his hardening cock.
You pull away first in an attempt to catch your breath, looking up at him with those puppy eyes that always made his knees pathetically weak.
"You okay?" You blink shyly, titling your head to this side and it sends his heart racing.
"Get in the car."
"What? Are you mad at-"
"Get in the fucking car (name)."
Gojo pulled into the empty lot behind the old gymnasium, a spot nobody used anymore. He killed the engine and turned to you, his cheeks a little red.
“You think I didn’t see you? Laughing at his jokes. Looking at him like he’s your fucking soulmate.” His voice was low, rough.
You scrunch your eyebrows, looking at him like he was an idiot and it only made him madder and his dick harder. Even when he was upset with you he still found you insanely attractive.
Your entire relationship was an anomaly. No one expected the infamous frat boy Satoru Gojo to end up completely whipped over a nerd with glasses almost too big to fit and her face always buried in a book.
But it happened and he would be damned if he let someone else steal you from him.
"It wasn't like that! He just-"
“I’m going to teach you a lesson so you remember exactly who you belong to.” He interrupts, unbuckling his seatbelt and yours then pressing the side button until his seat was pushed all the way back, his long legs stretching.
Your breath hitched, thighs pressing together and the sight only served to make Gojo spiral even more.
"Come sit on my lap, sweet girl."
You don't hesitate, tossing your bag to your feet and climbing over the console until both of your thighs are on either side of him and your pussy is pressing against the print of his hard cock.
The windows were tinted dark. Nobody could see. Nobody would know.
"You talk to him about chemistry?"
He twists your necklace before he starts to unbutton your cardigan, fingers brushing against your skin. You're too stupefied to talk as he pushes the fabric off your shoulders, his hand sneaking under your t-shirt to unsnap your bra and pull it off.
"Let's talk about biology instead."
He pushes your shirt up and lowers his mouth to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. You toss your head back and let out a loud moan, fingers finding his hair to hold onto and gripping tight.
"You're s-so needy when you get j-jealous." You whimper, grinding against his jeans, skirt rising up your hips, body shivering when he bit down gently.
"Hmm, you like that?" He pulls back, his lips wet as he smirks at you.
You nod shyly, wrapping your arms around his neck and settling deeper onto his lap.
He slid his hand up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher until he found the damp heat between your legs. Your panties were soaked and he grins, an annoyingly cocky grin that made you want to slap him and ride him at the same time.
“This f'me? Or were you thinking about his big brain?” He pressed two fingers against your clit through the thin fabric, rubbing slow circles.
“You!” You gasp, chest heaving. “Always you. He’s nothing—ah!”
He shoved your panties aside and pushed two fingers inside your dripping cunt, curling them just right. Your hips bucked as you cried out, and he used his other hand to pin you down.
“Say it again.”
“You, Gojo. Only you.”
“That’s my good girl.” He finger fucks you hard, the wet sound obscene in the quiet car, your juices dripping down his fingers while kisses you to shut you up.
The way your pussy was clenching around Gojo's fingers had him leaking pre and staining his boxers. He felt like he was going to burst if he didn't fuck you soon.
He can feel you shaking, getting closer but before you can cum, he's pulling his fingers out of you and into his mouth, ignoring the shocked look on your face. His tongue swirls around his fingers, licking them clean and pulling off with a pop.
"Lift your hips."
When he smacks the side of your ass, you yelp but do as he says, lifting high enough for him to unzip his jeans and pull them down with his boxers.
He strokes his hard cock once, twice, watching you watch him and it has his own cheeks heating. Your glasses were crooked, lips swollen and red from his kisses and his self control snapped.
He didn’t tease, growing annoyed again when an image pops up of you smiling at that fucking loser. He grips your hip with one hand and uses the other to line himself up with your entrance. He uses his cock to push your panties aside and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside of you to the hilt.
"Satoru! Oh fuuck."
Gojo gives you a minute to adjust to his size, hand rubbing up and down your spine in a soothing manner while you whine against his neck. Slowly, he lifts your hips, teeth grinding from the grip your pussy has on his cock, and slams you back down.
He loves the way you're crying out and it only motivates him to go faster, his own hips rising to meet yours. Fuck, you were so wet and warm and he had to actively fight back his moans.
He knows you love when he's vocal but right now he was punishing you, so he bit his lip and fucked you harder.
"Who do you belong to?” he asked again, his voice cracking when you clench around him.
"Y-you. I'm sorry Toru, I'll n-never talk to him again."
He chuckles, pulling your mouth down to his and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. Your lipgloss tastes like strawberries, so sweet he can't help but nibble on it a little.
"Such an obedient girl." He fucks you faster, his abdomen wet and sticky with your arousal, your ass smacking against his thighs whenever your bodies meet.
When Gojo presses his thumb against your clit and flicks it, the knot in your stomach tightens harder, twisting as you get closer to your high.
"Haaah, m'gonna cum Toru!"
He doesn't stop, just grunts and rubs you faster until you're spilling over the edge, body glitching as you buck wildy against him, head dropping to his neck as your orgasm rocks your world.
Your breath is hot against Gojo's neck and his balls swell before he's busting a fat nut inside of you, hot ropes of gooey cum painting your walls in his DNA.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Despite his best efforts he can't stop the groans that escape his lips, deep and long, his hands squeezing your thighs as he twitches and empties himself inside of you.
Gojo's hips stutter as he pushes the last of his orgasm out, arms wrapping around your body and pulling you tight. Maybe you should keep talking to other guys so he can relive this moment over and over.
You grunt when his cock slips out, his cum instantly oozing out but he uses two fingers to rub at your clit, moving to your hole and pushing it back inside. He keeps them snug in your cunt, cocking jumping back to life as he uses his other hand to pull your lips to his.
The kiss is filthy, his tongue swirling against yours as you swap spit. His stomach flutters when you grind against his hand, his nerdy little slut.
When Gojo pulls back, he fixes your glasses and lifts your hips again, lining his once again, hard cock back up with your entrance and slowly pulling you down.
"Now what did we learn?" He asks once he's buried deep, his balls pushing against your ass.
"T-that, huuhh, that I shouldn't laugh at other g-guys jokes."
He kisses you again before pushing his seat back until he was almost laying down, his hands holding onto your waist.
"Atta girl. Now ride me until I tell you to stop."
❦ lisa's note: thanks for this request, it was fun to write! can you tell I love car sex? anyways something quick while I work on the arrangement ♡
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