warnings: porn with no plot, tummy bulge, cum tasting, “whore” mentioned
“Sane—“ you paused, trying to swallow the saliva dribbling down your chin. All you were able to let out was a yelp.
“Giyuu!!” You called out. All of the sudden trying to your hand out for his shoulder but failing. Tomiokas head tilts up. Sweaty and dazed, he looks up, only thinking about how he adored the fit of your body into his.
Sanemi the other hand, his eyes focused on your ass, and brows furrowed. He grabbed your hips. You gasped at the push he forced in.
His left eye twitched, he spoke slow, trying to control his breathing.
“Fuuuckk—- yea— I know, I know it hurts..”
“So good..” Your breath hitched. There were warm tears running down your face. Tomioka places his soft hand on your forehead, moving the hair off your sticky face. His face was in awe.
“Shinazugawa—“ Giyuu warned. His hips stuttered at his thrusts into your squishy cunt. “You couldn’t be more” mngh- “gentler with her?”
Shinazugawa tilted his head to where Giyuu could come into view.
“She seems to be taking me quite well Tomioka. You’re feeling so good, right baby?” He spoke to you, looking down at your flushed and teary face. You nodded weakly.
Giyuu was starting to give out, almost about to burst. He now dropped his head to rest it on your shoulder. He looked down to your stomach, and smiled smugly. shakily, you used your dominant hand, passing it over your stomach. You let out a whine.
"What baby? Is that where I am?"
Tomiokas body shuttered once more
“Fuck—“ he spat out “I’m going to come..”
Giyuu started to pick up his pace, gripping your waist desperately. His hands rested below Sanemis hands. Pulling you forward away from Sanemi, the man behind you scoffed.
“Oi, Tomioka, quit it.”
“She’s almost there— ha!-“ He pants
“You’re so—“ He struggled to even speak to you.
Tomioka let go, his stomach fluttering and face expressed need. Your eyes hesitated to roll up as you felt your pussy suck him right in during your first orgasm. You finally managed your hands on his shoulders, gushing around his hard. He filled his warm seed into your sopping hole, grabbing you by your jaw, giving you a sweet, deep, kiss.
He moved more hair off your face, removing himself from you. He kisses your right cheek, still kneeling there infront of you. Watching your face, he looked behind you to Sanemi, who was still holding up quite well.
Sanemi snickers, clicking his tongue, and shaking his head slightly.
“Fuck— you whore—“ His breathing was uneven and ragged.
He hammers himself deeper into you. He watched your ass ripple as your cum gave more lubrication to the hole he was fucking in.
He leaned forward, his sweaty chest in contact with your back, and his chin resting on your left shoulder. He wiped the tears off your face. Giyuus smile faltered a bit at Sanemis greed. They were supposed to be sharing you.
Sanemi twitched.
“You feel that?”
He asked, his brain going fuzzy.
You were too fucked out to even get out a real response. You meweld, your clit felt some sort of physical pressure. Looking down, it was Shinazugawa pressing a thumb down to your clit, moving the bundle of nerves in tight circles.
He was also starting to give out. He whispered your name.
His fingers now found its way to the inside of your cunt, your pussy contracting around his thick fingers. He stretched you out even more than Giyuu could have with his slim fingers. Poor boy.
Sanemi notices how really tight you were. In reality, you were stretched out enough, but what is ever enough with Sanemi?
“Thats the best you can do Tomioka?” He threw in a snarky remark. Giyuu gave him a look. “Why don’t you focus on giving our pretty girl a good time?” Sanemi’s eyes narrowed, he turned annoyed at the reply, his head turned back to you.
He worked his fingers in you, you shuttered and your breath hitched. You were about to hit your second orgasm.
Soon enough, the knot in your stomach snapped. You sucked in your bottom lip, you wanted to hold the flow of moans coming out from your mouth.
Shinazugawa kissed the back of your neck up. Now, wrapping his whole arm around your waist. His fingers pounded into you quicker than before. Then popped out, soaked. He grabbed your face to look up at him behind you, grabbing your jaw with his clean fingers, trying to pry your mouth open. He forced his cummy fingers into your mouth.
“How do you taste baby?” He let out a groan at your lips wrapped around his digits. You tasted yourself, licking around his fingers. You nodded in approval.
“Yea?” He grinned, his tongue moving to his top lip. His shaft twitched again, like the five other times it already has. He flooded your ass with his hot and sticky cum, his stomach feeling the familiar relief afterwards.
You were already too dead and gone to move at that point. The spit at the corner of your mouth dried up, your thighs were shaky, and both Giyuu and Sanemi sat there, worn out. Now, giving you warm affection as Tomioka cleaned you up with a warm damp towel, and Sanemi gathering your hair up so you were able to get a bit more cooler faster. You couldn’t ask for anything better.
Ahh I apologize, I did publish this a bit later than I should have AND writing was kinda ass.. Still, hope you enjoyed. I did only proof read once so apologies if there were any spelling mistakes as well.
• Stu, your ex that stares at his phone wishing he would receive a text from you.
• Stu, your ex that writes songs about you. Would never dare to show anybody else, because he thinks most of them would just laugh, especially Murdoc.
• Stu, your ex, that just feels the urge to stroke his own face with his hand like you used to do to him. Just to help him go to sleep at night.
• Stu, your ex who decided to hit the bar and get “wasted”, left the bar out in the rain, just to realize you are walking by him. Alone.
• Stu, your ex who stops you in your tracks, suddenly blurting out what they call a “ drunk confession. “
“Oy- please—“ he pleaded. “I can’t get ov’er you— I m’ss ya-“ he slurred out. His throat tightened a bit, his eyes getting glossy, and all wet and soggy from my the rain.
an: Uh right so I have no idea how to write in a british accent, I tried to make it not too over the top yea?
You’re laying in you and Tomioka’s shared futon. Arms extended, reading your book, Giyuu suddenly opens the door. His body is covered warmly in his uniform. It was very cold out, winter is right around the corner.
Without saying anything, he walks over to you and gets down, slumping down into your chest, you use one hand to put your book down.
His uniform had already been giving some of the warmth that he needs, yet he still yearns for more through snuggling with you on your shared futon.
You were hit with the feeling of his cold skin, his soft hair falling down on his face while his deep-ocean eyes shut at your fingers tracing patterns on his forehead.
His soft skin started to get warmer under your finger pads. You drag your finger slowly to his scalp. Gazing at his soft expression, you notice a strand of hair falls slowly, you tucked the fallen piece behind his ear.
You were now focusing on his breathing, his chest rises softly and falls the same, slow, and soft and at a steady pace, you used the rest of your fingers to massage his scalp. He gives a lazy groan, loving the feeling of your hands, almost putting him to sleep.
His cold haori fell against your bare arm, you peel it off of him. Now he is only his uniform, warm due to the haori blocking out the cold from outside from his inner clothing. The feeling of the warm fibers of his buttoned top against your arms, his serene expression, his fingers curling slightly around your bicep, everything feels like it’s been put to rest, nothing in the way, everything just focusing on you and Tomioka.
(I must’ve some more warnings so bear with me because I made this at 3 in the morning, I’m lowkey scared to post this haha)
Buonasera - Good evening
Carina - Pretty
Amore - Love
Signora - Lady
Cara - Dear
Dolcezza - Sweetness
Brava ragazza - Good girl
Tesoro - Treasure
You come into the clinic every other year. Usually, you’d work with the same primary care provider every time you needed an exam. This time, she fell sick with a fever so Dr. Bucciarati was there to check you. He had walked into the room, minutes after the nurse had told you to wait a moment, and that she would inform him that you were ready for him. You shuffled in your seat, awkwardly and a bit nervously, not knowing what to expect since you were checking with a male doctor this year. You heard the door open with a little ‘click’, he came in, and the door was shut right behind him.
“Buonasera, (name), am i right?” Bucciarati smiled gently, sitting at his desk chair, which was across from you. He had the computer turned on, and your name had already been logged in.
“Yeah, that’s right.” you responded. Pressing your lips together to keep them moist, doing this of nervousness. Bucciarati looked at you and took mental note.
“Is it alright with you if I record this session on the computer? Just for future notice about today’s exam.” He insisted, and you nodded, giving approval. He gave a good look at you before turning to start a new page.
“So, (name)..” He looked at you, in the eye, it made you a bit nervous. Why did he have to say your name that way?
“Do you have any medical concerns that I should know about? Are you on medication for anything?” Bucciarati questioned.
“I’m not on any medication, and I don’t have any concerns.” You informed, your heart started to beat a bit faster with the way he looked at you when speaking to you.
“Ah, well, that’s great.” He turned to the side, typing on the computer. You couldn’t really make out what he was typing, but he probably noticed how nervous you were, and maybe typed out about how you didn’t have any concerns.
“Let me start with your heart rate, alright?” He grabbed the stethoscope, taking it to his ear and laying the diaphragm onto your chest, checking for your heart.
“Can you start breathing slowly for me?” You obeyed, starting to breathe slowly. Bucciarati looked up at you, and his brows rose slightly. I guess he heard your heart beating faster. He then looked down. that’s when he started to make small talk.
“ So you’re 20? im the same age.” He smiled before tilting his head up to meet your eyes lingering on the back of his head. He let the chest piece go.
“You seem to be fine with your breathing, your heart rate is at quite the pace.” He walked over to his computer, typing it in. You watched as he moved his fingers on the keyboard, then he turned to you. You were obviously assuming he was going to check your appearance to see if you were fine, like how it usually went.
“I’m going to check for anything on the skin that isn’t normal now, you get it, right? Let me know about anything, alright?” He spoke, still so gently, and you just nodded, nothing to say.
He first took a look at your posture, putting a hand to your back, and asking you to straighten up, and you did. Then, he checked your skin for any signs. Honestly signs of anything. He looked at your face, he passed a thumb across your forehead, then he suddenly held a hand to your right cheek. You stayed still. Suddenly squeezed your thighs against eachother at the contact he was making with you. He passed his thumb down your jaw, to your throat. He looked down to your legs, then back up into your eyes.
“You ok? Carina?” He moved his hand to the arm rest of your seat after letting his thumb pass back to your cheek caressing it with care.
Now, it was almost like he was pinning you between him and the chair. Bucciarati made sure you were alright, by the way you tightened your legs, looking like you were rubbing them together. You sure didn’t look fine. But you nodded, with a “ Yes, im fine, please.” You sounded now a bit out of breath from your heavy breathing.
“ Don’t worry about me.” You reassured.
He got up to type on his computer, while his back was turned to you, then he started to ensure you.
“But that’s my job, I do worry about you.” You almost folded at his words, even if it was so small, and it was true, it is the requirements of his job, but you still didn’t know why, but you know that you did.
he grabbed the tiny light on his desk, going to check your eyes, ears, and nose.
He shined the light where he needed to see things, and you ended up perfectly fine.
“You seem nervous since I got here.” He pointed out. Damn, why did he have to point it out? “you think so?” You reply back. It had sounded a bit snappy, but he snickered, clearly not minding.
“I’m going to check the inside of your throat now, alright?” He told you, you just nodded. He turned to you, his face flushed a bit. You didn’t question.
“Open wide for me amore.” He looked you dead in the eye, you looked him dead in the eye back. He lifted up his pointer and middle finger, both of them together. He needed you to stick out your tongue. Watched as you did so.
“Wider.” He demanded, you slowly started to flush pink. He watched your face as you stuck out your tongue farther. You heard him mutter a slight “fuck—-“ and watched his body shutter slightly. You held back a whimper. He put his two fingers in your mouth, flat on your tongue.
“Let me go deeper— okay?” Bucciarati told you, yet you knew he was asking for your approval, and you nodded, starting to feel the heat pool in your stomach. Fuck, why am I feeling this way? You thought to yourself.
You’re still looking him dead in the eye, he’s now focused on your mouth, and his fingers are going further—
You were both met with a gagging noise, and the back of your throat got tighter. You were gagging around his fingers. He hummed out your name. Asking you to shut your mouth, and you boldly do, as well as swirling your tongue around his gloved digits. He made you gag once more. This time, you could notice his growing erection from under his uniform. humming out your name again.
He let go, your mouth making a pop noise. His fingers were glistening with your remaining saliva, he sucked his fingers. you rubbed your thighs together. You started to ache.
“I might’ve just grown a liking to you signora.” His tone enticing, then turned to his computer.
“Is that so?” You question, tilting your head and furrowing your brows, letting it come back to normal and now with a shit eating grin on your face. He turned around.
“Sì, i have.” he smiled, still as gentle as ever.
“I’m interested in your body temperature..”
“Your interest?”
“Of course. Let me, cara.” He stood up from his chair. Making his way to you. Then, crouched down, on his knee. Bucciarati grabbed both of your knees with both of his hands. He gave a squeeze before proceeding, and looked up to you, you looked down to him, and bit the inside of your bottom lip.
“ Dolcezza?” Bucciarati asked for approval, but if you wouldn’t, he would pull away. But you replied, pleading
“Please—“ and after those words that hit his skull like a rock, he gripped your thigh with one hand, the other still on your knee, and spreading you open with certainty.
He dug his fingers from one hand into your thigh, first thing on his mind was your clit, the free hand teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves in circles, you let out a whimper, thinking about the others that could be outside of the door, walking down the halls, or simply doing their work next door. You let your head lay back slightly, your eyes shutting, you bit your whole lip. He could smell the arousal from under your underwear, as well he can see the wetness meeting your underwear, keeping it damp.
You felt something hot and almost wet travel up your underwear, getting a good press at your clit. Your breath hitched, head snapping down, watching Bucciarati lick you up, the garment being the only thing keeping bucciarati from getting what he desperately wanted.
He looked up at you, then looked back down to your pussy. Letting go of your thigh. Bucciarati hooked his fingers around the band of your underwear, slipping it off, leaving the cold air to hit your aching sex. With no mercy, he stuck his two fingers into your already dripping hole, moving in and out, it caused so much pain, but it felt so good. You slapped your hand across your mouth, your free hand trying to reach for him, the pain was too good.
“Feels so good, right?” Smiling, tilting his head and looking into your eyes, he pumped out and in till he saw a string of arousal connect from your cunt to his finger. “Did I do all of this?” He asked in a sultry tone.
Arousal soon covered his fingers. Your eyes rolled up slightly, you tried not to make a noise but you couldn’t help your throat pushing out a groan and moan here and there. You felt full only from his fingers. He then curled one of his fingers, hitting that gummy spot, you let out a broken moan, your eyes started to get glossy and your throat wanted to close. Your toes curl in pleasure. You gripped the arm rest, and you looked down to admire him. Bucciarati was enjoying myself, and palming his erection with one hand.
“Just as warm as I thought you were..” Both of his fingers started to scissor in and out, you couldn’t handle it anymore, you slowly arched your back in your seat.
“Bucci—-“
“Bruno.” He ordered.
“Fuuck—- Bruno— Please..” You gasped out, you tried to grab another breath, but all you could do is let out another whimper. The only thing that filled the silent room was the squelching of your pussy at his fingers. he grunted your name under his breath, still feeling himself. He started to leak pre from his tip, the liquid going through his boxers, visible on his pants.
You felt yourself heat up, the knock in your stomach tightening, you kept whimpering, suddenly you felt yourself get tighter, and by the way Bruno had quickened his pace, he must’ve felt it too. You were on the brink of bursting.
Thoughts running in your head suddenly had stopped as you felt the knot break, and your sticky warm cum ran down Bruno’s fingers. You were over gripping the armrest, as you became too tired to grip anything anymore. You mewled in satisfaction, fingers shaking and legs trembling as he finger fucked your orgasm, you felt like you were going to melt.
“Happy? Carina?” He asked, sucking his fingers covered in your arousal clean. Bruno watched a tear from your eye slowly drag its way down your cheek, he wiped it with his thumb, setting down his hand on your thigh.
You nodded.
“Brava ragazza” He groaned, you whimpered at his words. He looked at his watch, then looked back up at your flushed face, his brows drew in slightly up. You tilt your head slightly.
“My next patient might be waiting for me, tesoro.” He warned. Then gave your thigh a squeeze. You pouted and whined.
“Really?— Already?“ you were a bit tired to even stand up, you felt the heat from your face with the back of your hand, and you looked at the clock, then back at him.
Bruno nodded, then took your chin with his hand, giving you a peck on the lips.
•••
Once you finally had gotten up and drove home, you revived an email from the clinic, the report from “Dr. Bucciarati”, reading:
(name) 8/18/25
“Quite nervous when coming into the clinic, she isn’t on any medication and seems to be fine. The physical went very well. By the end she was a bit more relaxed. I’d take her again, it was a pleasure to have her.”
Um so I literally never written anything on here before and Im kinda scared so like don’t kill me or wtv ..
Those eyes, you can’t look away.
The feeling is as if you’re nervous, like you would fold under his gaze. Like the feeling you get when you feel so guilty of something, or when your heart drops at a wrong accusation someone makes about you, blaming you for something? Either way, that is how it feels, how his somewhat calm but captivating cadet-blue colored eyes stared at you, invoking an emotion you weren’t able to capture and acknowledge it in your brain, was the calmness a facade? His stare was either with the same feeling you felt for him, or just pure hatred and judgement. His eyes displayed such sublimity to you, his deep-set eyes, always proved to everyone that it wasn’t a good idea to stare, you couldn’t help it though, what if he stared at you with genuine interest? Or maybe he just hated you, wanted you to back off? You wouldn’t know. All you guys did were stay sat on your horses and stare till someone said something of interest.
ahaha.. eww i have no idea how i mustered up the courage to post on here but here 🤍 . .
