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the hum of the city was a distant murmur, barely penetrating the thick curtains of mattsun's apartment. the only sound that mattered right now was the soft clink of ice in your glass and the even softer brush of his knee against yours on the worn sofa. you'd been through a couple of rounds of whiskey sours, the kind he made just right, tart and sweet with a bite. the conversation had meandered, as it always did, from the ridiculous to the profound, punctuated by comfortable silences that only best friends could share without feeling awkward.
but tonight, there was a different kind of silence. a heavy quiet that seemed to thrum between your bodies, a familiar tension that had always been there, just beneath the surface, whenever you two were alone like this. your eyes drifted over him, the way the dim light caught the sharp line of his jaw, the lazy curve of his lips, the dark, knowing glint in his eyes that always seemed to be watching you...
"you know," you started, the words a little slurred, a little braver thanks to the alcohol, "it's wild how much of a fucking menace you are."
he chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that you could almost feel through the cushions. "oh? and what, pray tell, makes me a menace tonight, doll?" his voice was always like that, a smooth, deep current that could make a damn grocery list sound like an invitation to sin.
you leaned back, mirroring his relaxed posture, but your insides were anything but. "you know what i'm talking about," you took a slow sip of your drink, letting the words hang in the air. "'twitter's most dangerous sex symbol', huh?" you shook your head, a smile playing on your lips, but your gaze was unwavering. "they're not wrong though. you're a whole damn phenomenon."
he just watched you, a smirk playing on his face. he knew you knew. he'd always known. it was part of your fucked-up, honest-to-a-fault dynamic. you'd tease him, he'd deflect, and the unspoken understanding would just simmer.
"and you've never filmed me," you said, the question finally tumbling out, blunt and unadorned. it wasn't an accusation, not exactly. more like an observation, laced with a curiosity that had been gnawing at you for a while. "you've filmed others. casual partners. you've put them on your feed. but never me. why not?"
the smirk died on his face. the easy, comfortable amusement drained from his eyes, replaced by something darker, something intense and unguarded. his laugh, which had been on the cusp of bubbling up, died in his throat. he set his glass down on the coffee table with a soft thud, the sound amplified in the sudden, heavy quiet.
his eyes, those dark, knowing eyes, swept over you. a slow journey from your hair, down your throat, over the curve of your chest, to your legs, stretched out beside his. it felt like he was seeing you for the very first time, or perhaps, seeing something he'd deliberately kept himself from acknowledging.
"because," he said, his voice dropping to a rough, almost guttural whisper that made your breath catch in your throat. he leaned closer, invading your space, the heat of his body radiating against yours. "because you're the one person i can't stay casual with. you're the one i'd ruin a little too eagerly and end up sounding completely fucking wrecked for on camera." his hand lifted, hovering inches from your cheek, not quite touching, but the intent was clear. "and i can't let the world hear me like that, baby."
the air crackled, thick with unspoken words, with years of shared history and suppressed desire. the whiskey sours had done their job, stripping away the usual filters, leaving you both exposed. his gaze was burning now, a raw, primal hunger that mirrored the sudden clench in your gut.
"if i ever filmed us," he murmured, his thumb finally brushing your cheek, sending shivers down your spine, "it would go way deeper than just some porn shit for the internet. it would be… something else entirely."
your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat. his admission, so raw and unexpected, had set a fire in your veins. you met his gaze, unafraid, a dangerous smile curving your lips. "show me, then," you whispered, your voice surprisingly steady, a challenge disguised as an invitation.
then the dam broke.
his eyes flared, dark and possessive. without another word, he closed the distance, his mouth crashing down on yours. not soft, not gentle. it was hungry, demanding, an explosion of pent-up desire that had been simmering between you for years. his lips were hot and firm, tasting of whiskey. your hands went instantly to his hair, clutching at the soft strands, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until your teeth scraped and your tongues tangled in a desperate dance.
he groaned, a low, animal sound that vibrated through your chest. his hand, the one that had been hovering, slid down your jaw, cupping your chin as he tilted your head, giving him better access, devouring your mouth. the other hand plunged into your hair, pulling gently, tilting your head back even further as he ravaged your lips, your neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down your throat.
"fuck," he breathed against your skin, his voice rough with need. he tasted the pulse fluttering wildly at the base of your throat, his teeth nipping lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do this, like this."
you whimpered, a soft, helpless sound that only seemed to fuel his hunger. your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your palms. he pulled back for a split second, just enough to tear off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the floor. the sight of his chest, broad and muscled, made your breath hitch. your hands immediately found purchase, tracing the hard lines of his abs, the taut skin, the faint scars from volleyball.
he was already working on your clothes, his fingers surprisingly deft as he unzipped your jeans, pushing them down your hips with practiced ease. your panties were next, a soft whisper of fabric as they joined your jeans on the floor. you shivered, not from cold, but from the sudden exposure, the anticipation.
his eyes devoured your body, lingering on the curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts beneath your shirt. "beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. he stripped you of your top, letting his gaze feast on your nakedness. you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but you didn't look away, holding his gaze, challenging him to look deeper.
he slid his hand between your legs and you gasped, your hips instinctively arching into his touch. he chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers through you. "eager, are we?"
"always," you whispered, your voice hoarse.
he pulled back, just for a moment, and you saw him reach for his phone on the coffee table. your heart skipped a beat. this was it. the line was truly being crossed. he didn't say anything, just positioned the phone carefully on a stack of books, angled perfectly to capture both of you. he didn't press record yet, but the implied threat, the promise, was enough for now.
then his hand was back, warm and firm, on your inner thigh. his fingers trailed higher, teasingly slow, until they found the wet heat between your legs. you moaned, a raw, needy sound. he slipped a finger inside you, then another, his thumb brushing over your clit with excruciating precision.
"haah—fuck," you breathed, your hips bucking against his hand. he was so good at this, knowing exactly where to touch, how to stroke.
while he worked you with his fingers, his other hand went to his own zipper. you watched, mesmerized, as he freed himself. your eyes widened at the sight. he was massive. even though you had (not only) seen it several times before, it was always a surprise. it was thick, veined, and stood proud, throbbing slightly.
"like what you see, doll?" he asked, his voice a low growl, catching your gaze.
you couldn't speak, just nodded, your eyes glued to him. you reached out, your hand trembling slightly, and wrapped your fingers around his shaft. it was hot and hard, filling your palm. you started to stroke him, slowly at first, then picking up the pace, mimicking his rhythm inside you.
he groaned, his head falling back against the sofa. "god, yes. that's it. you feel so fucking good around my fingers." he leaned down, his mouth finding your neck again, sucking a bruise there. "keep going, baby. show me how much you want it."
you whimpered, lost in the sensations, the dual pleasure of his fingers inside you and your hand around his thick cock. you could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building, a sweet, agonizing ache spreading through your core.
suddenly, he pulled his hand away from you. you groaned in protest, but he just grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. he leaned down, pushing your legs wider, and then his mouth was there, hot and wet, engulfing your clit.
you gasped, your back arching off the sofa. his tongue was a revelation, skilled and relentless, swirling and flicking, teasing and sucking, and you couldn't get enough. you clawed at his hair, holding him to you, urging him on.
"oh, issei—fuck," you whimpered, your body trembling uncontrollably. his tongue worked you harder, faster, until your vision blurred and your body convulsed, a wave of pleasure crashing over you. you cried out his name, a desperate, guttural sound, as you came, hard and fast, your muscles clenching around his tongue.
he pulled back, a triumphant smirk on his face, his lips glistening. "already?" he teased, but his eyes were dark with satisfaction. he didn't give you a moment to recover, immediately diving back down, his tongue finding your clit again, even more insistent this time.
you were still buzzing from the first orgasm, your body hypersensitive, and his renewed assault sent you spiraling again. your hips bucked, your fingers digging into the sofa cushions. he was relentless, sucking and licking, driving you to the brink once more.
"fuck! issei, stop, i can't—oh my god!" the words were torn from your throat as your body seized again, a second, even more intense orgasm wracking you. you cried out, a loud, uninhibited shriek, your legs trembling violently. he licked you clean, savoring the taste, before finally pulling away, a satisfied hum rumbling in his chest.
you lay there, panting, your body humming with residual pleasure. he looked down at you, his eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't been sated. he reached for his phone, finally pressing the record button. the small red light blinked, a silent witness.
"now," he rumbled, his voice low and dangerous, "it's time for the main event."
he shifted, kneeling between your legs, his erection throbbing, slick with pre-cum. he held his cock at your entrance, teasing you, letting you feel the blunt head pressing against your wet folds. you whined, desperate for him to enter.
"say please," he commanded, his eyes locked on yours.
"please, issei, please," you pleaded, your voice raw.
he grinned, a flash of white teeth. "that's my good girl."
then, with a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter you. you gasped, your body stretching around his immense size. he was so big. so impossibly thick you could feel yourself tearing, a sharp sting of pain quickly followed by an overwhelming fullness.
"aghh, fuuuck," you hissed, your eyes watering.
he paused, letting you adjust, his chest heaving. "too much?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, but his eyes were still dark with lust.
"no," you choked out, shaking your head. "don't stop."
he nodded, and then with a guttural groan, he plunged forward, burying himself to the hilt. you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. your lower stomach bulged visibly with the sheer size of him, a shocking, undeniable evidence of how deep he was inside you.
he looked down, his eyes widening in disbelief, a raw, primal laugh escaping his lips. "fuckin' hell, doll, look at that!" he swore, grabbing your hips, pulling you tighter against him. "look how deep i am inside ya. you're practically swallowing me whole."
he started to move, slow at first, then picking up the pace, his hips grinding against yours. each thrust was deep, powerful, stretching you to your limits. you could feel him hitting your cervix with every bottom-out, sending shockwaves of sensation through your body. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, desperate for more.
he leaned down, his mouth finding your ear. "you feel so good, so tight around me," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "you're made for this, aren't you?"
your moans were becoming increasingly filthy, pornographic, echoing in the room. his head spun, his eyes glazed over with animalistic pleasure. he was a man possessed, driven by the raw need to claim you.
you started to abuse your own clit with your fingers, circling and pressing, adding another layer of intense sensation. your eyes never left his, a silent challenge, a shared madness. your face was a mask of obscene pleasure, biting your lip, touching yourself, watching him watch you. he let out a low growl, a primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. he laughed, a short, sharp bark, utterly undone by your audacity.
then he flipped you over onto your stomach without warning, pulling you up onto your hands and knees. you gasped, scrambling to adjust, feeling the sudden stretch and pull of him still inside you. he pulled out just enough to reposition, then slammed back in from behind, a deep, guttural grunt escaping his lips.
his balls slapped against your clit with every deep, bruising thrust, sending sparks of fire through you. he grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging your head back, exposing your neck.
"you're such a slut," he snarled, his voice rough, but there was an unmistakable note of adoration beneath the degradation. he lifted his free hand and spanked your ass, a sharp smack that made you cry out. "a fucking good one."
he leaned in, chest glueing to your back, his breath hot against your ear. "you like that, don't you? being fucked raw like the dirty whore you are?"
"issei," you whimpered, your body trembling, unable to form words. he let go of your hair, only to wrap his ridiculously big hand around your throat, squeezing. not hard enough to truly hurt, but hard enough to restrict your breath, to make your vision swim at the edges.
"tell me you're mine," he growled, his voice a dark command.
you choked out a strangled, "m'yours, mattsun. always yours."
he released his grip slightly, then assaulted your neck with a series of bites and hickeys, marking you, claiming you. "yeah, my good, dirty girl. so fucking good." he praised and degraded you in the same breath, a confusing, exhilarating mix that pushed you further into the depths of your own depravity.
he pulled back up, grabbing both of your arms, holding your wrists firmly. he pulled you back, forcing you to arch your back even further, to look up at him, your head tilted back at an impossible angle. you were a pliant toy in his hands, completely at his mercy.
you smiled, a wide, unhinged grin, a giggle bubbling up from your chest as your eyes met his. "fuck me harder," you begged, your voice breathless.
he stared at you, his eyes burning with a dark amusement, and then with a growl, he flipped you back onto your back. he hiked your legs up, pressing your thighs to your chest, exposing your swollen, slick pussy to him.
he gave your pussy a sharp, stinging slap, the sound echoing in the room. "you asked for it now, baby," he snarled, and then plunged his cock back in, hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt again.
"ahh! issei!" you screamed, a raw, primal sound, your body arching off the sofa.
he leaned in, grabbing your jaw, his fingers digging into your flesh. "open your mouth," he ordered, his voice laced with venom, eyes burning into yours.
you obeyed instantly, your mouth falling open, panting. he looked at you, a devilish glint in his eyes, and then, with a disgusting, wet sound, he spat.
"now shut the fuck up, whore," he growled, forcing your mouth closed, and then, with a sharp smack, he slapped your cheek.
the sting brought tears to your eyes, but it also ignited something else, a wild, untamed fury that mirrored his own. you glared at him, but you didn't fight, didn't protest. you just took it, letting him dominate you, letting him break you down.
he started to fuck you senseless, his thrusts relentless, pounding into you with a savage rhythm. he held your legs high, exposing you completely, his eyes never leaving your face, watching every shudder, every moan. you were a mess of sweat and tears and pleasure. your body was a vibrating string, stretched to its breaking point.
"cum f'me, doll," he demanded, his voice hoarse, his own breath ragged. "fucking scream my name."
and you did. you screamed his name, a desperate, guttural cry as your orgasm hit, a tidal wave of pleasure that consumed you. your body seized, your muscles clenching around him, and then, with a sudden, gushing release, you squirted, a warm flood soaking the sofa, making a mess of both of you.
he roared, a triumphant sound, his eyes wide with a feral satisfaction. he pulled out, still hard, still throbbing, then grabbed your hair, pulling you up onto your knees on the sofa, your legs still trembling. he guided his thick, dripping cock to your mouth, pushing the head between your lips.
"open wide, doll," he commanded, his voice thick with impending climax.
you obeyed, gagging slightly as he pushed deeper, fucking your throat with the same ruthless efficiency he'd used on your pussy. you choked, tears streaming down your face, but you held his gaze, taking every inch of him. he drove into your throat, again and again, his hips bucking, his face contorted in a mask of pure ecstasy.
he was close, so close. you could feel the tremors running through his body, the tension building. just as you thought you couldn't take any more, he pulled out with a wet pop.
you gasped for air, your throat raw, your eyes watering. he stood over you, his chest heaving, his eyes burning into yours. and then, with a guttural groan, he came, a thick, hot stream of cum erupting from his cock, splattering all over your face, lips, dripping down your chin.
he watched you, his breathing ragged, a dark, primal satisfaction in his eyes. he reached out, caressing your chin with his thumb, wiping the cum from your soft skin. he brushed your lower lip and slid his thumb inside. the small red light on his phone was still blinking, recording every last, depraved second.
he glanced at the camera, then back at you. the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "happy now, doll?"
23 wishes ⋆⟢ one character. one fantasy. every day until i'm 23 <3
summary: your ex-boyfriend has something that your current boyfriend lacks. so it's really no surprise when you break up with him and somehow end up back at suguru's apartment.
Suguru knew your current relationship wasn’t going well—he could tell by the way you’d catch glimpses of him in crowded halls—passing him in between classes, with an eagerness in your eyes, as if you had been searching for him.
Or, how three dotted bubbles would appear on his screen. Even though you claimed to have blocked him, there was the obvious proof that he was still heavy on your mind.
It made him wonder what was tearing you away from your seemingly perfect boyfriend. Was he not a gentleman? Did he forget to text you goodnight? Did he not massage your scalp the way you liked? Maybe he forgot your birthday, or still talked with his ex—for all Suguru knew maybe you were the problem. Your appetite was insatiable, and maybe that was it—your new man couldn’t keep up with you in the way he could.
There was no surprise then when you called him, voice shaky and the sound of cars driving ringing in the background.
“We broke up.” It was a firm statement—not an ounce of doubt in your tone. “I’m coming to your place. Is that okay?”
He imagined you chewing on your lip, staring out the Uber’s window, watching the buildings pass in the nighttime glow. Your legs were probably crossed in an attempt to hide how horny you were—afterall, no one pays their ex a visit just to talk.
“Aw poor baby—not even single for two hours and you’re already crawling back to my d—”
“Shut up,” you growled, “are you home or not?”
“I am, the place is all ours,” he explained with a charming hum. Sitting back on his couch, he could almost smell you through the phone—the horniness radiating from your warm skin—the thought alone made him want to stroke his cock.
“Perfect. I’ll be there in two.”
–
You shouldn’t be sitting on your exes couch let alone be in his presence—not with the amount of shit the two of you went through together. Yet, there you were, sitting pretty on his sofa, laying your woes out onto him, divulging very intimate details of your freshly finished relationship.
You couldn’t help it, though, Suguru just had a way of coaxing these sorta things out of you.
“Honestly,” you sigh looking down at your feet. “He didn’t want to eat me out—he thought eating pussy was nasty.”
Your statement is so straightforward, so blunt, it can’t help but elicit a reaction out of Suguru.
He exploded into laughter—tears prickled in the corner of his eyes while he hunched forward, trying to cover his mouth and holding his stomach. His childish reaction made you want to roll your eyes—he was acting as if you told the world’s funniest joke.
You should’ve known better than to tell him—he was probably going to hold this information over you indefinitely. You don’t know why this is so funny to him, clearly it was serious enough to wreck your relationship.
“What? He didn’t even give it a try? Not even once!?” He asks, still trying to catch his breath—frankly, he’s a little astonished by what you’re saying yet his tone doesn’t give that away.
“I mean, he did try once,” you grumble, “but he…well, he wasn’t very good at it.”
His laughs roared louder this time, a cheeky, amused sort of laugh—he really get a rise out of your conversation.
“Fuckin’ knew it,” his chuckles turn dry as he started to stern up, “that’s why you came here—you want to get that itch outa your system? For me to eat it out of you. Right?”
Despite the heat pooling in between your legs you huff, crossing your arms and turning away from him. He wiped the salty tears from his eyes, leaning back letting out a big sigh. He didn’t want to tell you, but it turned him on that you’ve come back to him like this—needing him to service you in a way that seemingly no other man can.
“Aw, don’t hide your face, pretty girl.” He reaches for your cheek, turning your jaw so that you look into his eyes. “I’ll help you out, if that’s what you want.”
“It is,” you begrudgingly tell him, voice low. Suguru seems to be amused with his remark, teasing his thumb against your lower lip, as if he’s inspecting you.
“Yeah, I’m sure it is.” He’s almost lost in his own thoughts, hypnotized by your wet, plush lips, almost as if he’s imagining how sticky your cunt might be. “Gotta help you remember how a real man’s supposed to treat you.”
There’s a lingering sense of teasing in his tone, making you pout. Like you would know, is what you want to tell him—there’s a reason the two of you broke up, after all. Yet, all you can think about is his tongue, because, if there was one thing that Suguru had that no other man had was a mouth gifted to him by the gods.
You let out a sigh, listening carefully to his next instructions.
“Stand up, baby.”
You knew what was to come, so eagerly you rose to your feet, letting his hands dip under your pants, pulling them down in a slow, relishing sort of way—as if he was reflecting on old memories.
“Wow look at this—look at you,” his eyes go wide at the sight of your panties. “My favorites. Heh, I woulda thought you’d have thrown these out by now.”
You feel a heat crawling up to your cheeks, hiding your face in the back of your hand, pussy shamelessly throbbing at his tone.
Suguru continued:
“You musta been thinking about me a lot, sweetheart.” His chuckle returned momentarily, “Did you put this on knowing you’d end up here tonight, or something?”
“No!” You blurt out. You spoke so quickly it was impossible to deny that what he was saying wasn’t the truth.
“Cute,” he mumbled, “I guess since you went to all the trouble of putting these on, I shouldn’t take them off just yet.”
His hands find your hips, bringing you down to the couch. Your back is pressed against the cushions, legs parted. As if it’s muscle memory, you held onto your knees, letting them push into your chest as Suguru found his familiar spot.
It’s hard to believe that you’re in this position—letting your ex-boyfriend be so intimate with you again. Yet, there’s something about the way he sized you up that has your breath hitching. You can’t ignore how his eyes have glossed over, as if he was possessed by the ghost of a ravished man.
Suguru started by administering his attention to your thigh—his cold hands smoothing over them, brushing over all the places he was accustomed to. When you were dating he knew your sensitive spots like the back of his hand—you wondered if he still remembered.
Any questions you may have had were shooed from your mind the second his lips touched your skin. Starting at the area of the inner thigh that was closest to your knee, Suguru hummed against you.
His kisses were warm and wet, teeth grazing over your delicate areas, each peck making you tingle. He created a trail down them, only stopping briefly before he arrived at your clothed cunt.
Your body tensed, waiting in anticipation, expecting his mouth to press against your mound, but the feeling never came. Instead he looked back at you with a smirk, restarting the same pattern of kisses on your other thigh.
A shiver shocked through your spine, back arching ever so slightly—you didn’t want to whimper, no, you didn’t want to give him the complete satisfaction that your pleasure relied on him.
You let out a sigh, though, feeling how his hands found their way to the curve of your ass, giving a playful squeeze right before arriving at the threshold of your panties once again.
“Did I ever tell you why these were my favourite?” He asked, referring to the panties that were clinging to your core. You shook your head, inhaling and exhaling while your eyes remained locked on him. Suguru’s grin deepened. “Because they’re the perfect color.”
It was a vague statement, and frankly a little confusing—his favorite colour was purple, and these were anything but that hue. He only continued:
“When you get wet, it soaks right through—your other pairs never did that. With these, I can tell how wet you are. And right now, pretty girl you’re fucking dripping.”
He never broke eye contact with you as he finally rested his mouth against your cunt, giving it a solitude kiss. Then, his tongue draped over the fabric, sucking on the spot that your arousal had shamelessly stained. It was impossible to not let out a sound—as strangled as it was, tiny whines echoed throughout the room.
Suguru didn’t stop at just a small little kiss against your hidden clit—no, he had to really drive you to the edge, to tease you beyond words. His nose squished into your core, breathing intensified as if he was getting a good smell of what he missed.
He groaned into you, letting vibrations run through your body. Your panties were damp, practically ruined, and you had no idea when he planned on quitting. If he kept up with these ministries you would surely be cumming with your undies still on.
“You don’t know how badly I missed this pussy,” he said, pulling away briefly.
He seemed breathless, drawing aside the panties that he loved so much, tugging them down completely and exposing your cunt to him. You could feel the way he stared it down, taking in the glistening sight of it.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered to himself, tongue poking out, finding your clit with ease. He dragged it around in slow, dedicated circles, fingers beginning to tease your slit.
His next actions are ones that you could recall so well for your days as a couple—the way he ate away at your core: sloppy and hungry. He started off slowly, giving kitten licks and peckish kisses, but as soon as he got the taste of you on his tongue, he couldn’t help himself.
His jaw widened, tongue lapping up at your juices, poking the hot muscle at your hole, fucking you with it every so carefully. His nose nudged against your clit while your groans lit a fire within him.
Suguru’s tongue was quickly replaced with his fingers, pushing through your gummy walls with ease. You gasped, back fully lifting off the surface of the couch, legs spreading wider.
He lifted his head, that devilish smile still in place while he thumbed your clit. His motions were driving you crazy, your stomach swirling with the pleasure building up.
“Let’s see if I still remember what sets you off,” he laughed slowly, fingers curling up in between you, wet sounds echoing through your ears as he pressed on one spot in particular. Your lips parted, eliciting a string of whimpers, pleasing Suguru. “That’s it, just like that. Let me hear you.”
His fingers pumped in and out of you, finding that sensitive area every single time. The stretch from his two fingers alone was enough to make you cum.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, catching you off guard. You did not come all this way to do that work yourself—if that was the case you would’ve just stayed with your ex.
Suguru reached deeper now, eyes narrowing in on you, breathing intense yet steady.
“I want to see how needy you are for me, so I’m not gonna ask it again.” He paused, “put your fingers on that sweet little clit of yours.”
You gulped, snaking your hand down to your cunt, pointer and intex finger rubbing into your sensitive area just like he wanted. You could sense that your eyes had completely glassed over, overcome with lust. He was watching you with such feverish intent, his own wrist unwavering in his actions.
He groaned into your thigh, eyes shutting momentarily before bringing his attention back to you.
“You have no idea how hard you make me,” he admitted. “Watching you like this, so pretty and pathetic—god you’re clenching down like you’re close. You wanna cum, sweet girl?”
“Mhm,” your head nodded quickly, falling back ever so slightly, allowing for more small pleas to roll off your tongue. Your fingers still moved with the pace of his, making you start to see stars.
There was a gradual coil forming in your stomach—a string tying itself into a hundred different knots, and as you felt Suguru’s body working in sync with your own, all you could do was accept how that string snapped.
Your climax hit your body hard, squirming on the cushions, rolling your hips into his palm. You retreated your hand, letting Suguru ride out your orgasm all on his own. Yet, clearly, he wanted to keep you on edge.
He replaced your fingers with his tongue, making you shake. Your body shivered, twitching at the sudden contact.
“Su,” you whined, “y’know ‘m sensitive.”
Your words barely made it past your mouth, turning into broken moans as he flicked his tongue over you, showing no mercy to your overstimulation.
“Can you give me another one?” His question came out fast, not wanting to lose the taste of you so soon. You shook your head, muttering a small no, but he only scoffed.
“Yes, you can–” he said in between long, languid stripes up and down your cunt, “--you think I’m gonna let you walk outta here just finishing once.”
When he went down again, he didn’t remerged for a bit, slobbering in the remnants of your previous orgasm, basking in your sticky arousal. Your breathing intensified, chest rising and falling while you began to feel lightheaded.
“ Not when you taste this sweet,” his thought went unfinished—his mind lost in your pussy.
The pleasure was overwhelming, taking over your whole body as your thighs threatened to clamp down on his head. You grabbed a fist full of his hair, making him moan happily.
Guiding his head up and down, he seemed to be enjoying himself—a sort of utopia—face drowning in your pussy, roots being tugged on.
“I think I’m close again–fuck, Sugu!” Your legs finally snapped, pressing in against his ears, a white flash of light going through your brain as you screamed out. Your second orgasm in the matter of minutes, somewhat masterfully drawn out by your ex-boyfriend.
Suguru pulled away, licking his lips. You looked so good like this—body quaking, sensitive skin prickled up with goosebumps. Hands over your head, you let out a series of whiney breaths, poor pussy shivering.
“You taste like heavan,” he explained, “so fucking good—you did fucking amazing.”
It sounded as if he was done, that he’d taken you to your limit, but he knew you were far from it. Hoisting his arms around your waist, he flipped you over, perking your ass in the air as the rest of your body slumped against the arm rest.
“More?” You stampered, eyes wide. You weren’t sure if you could take even more stimulation.
Suguru brought his palm down, slapping your ass and letting the sound reverberate in his apartment. You looked back to see the sadistic look clouding over his eyes.
“We’re making up for lost time, sweetheart.” He stated.
By lost time you weren’t sure if he was referring to the time you two were apart or from the last time you got eaten out—although there was a decent amount of overlap in that. Still, your eyes squinted, staring at him like he was crazy.
“Fuck you,” you scoffed.
“Oh, I’m sure you’d like that. Wouldn’t you?”
He didn’t give you the chance to reply, diving back into your cunt, licking from your clit to your hole with long, drawn out motions. He gripped your ass in the process, making sure to press his face as close to your pussy as possible.
You could barely hold yourself up right, let alone focus on his actions—all you knew was that it felt good. You could’ve sworn you were drooling, mind wandering into an abyss of pleasure when his voice brought you back into reality.
“Sit on my face,” he said. The thought rang through your mind, entrancing you to nod. You might have gone a little dumb on his tongue, but you also couldn’t say no to his request.
His head lay against the couch cushion, giving you just enough space to position yourself. You could still remember the way he liked to do it—with your cunt on his mouth, leaning forward, resting against his chest and nuzzling against his dick.
You did just that, smiling at the sight of his erection that was shamelessly tenting his sweatpants.
Your core rested on his mouth, circling your hips over him, feeling the way his tongue reached up to you. Mind half aware, you placed your own set of kisses against his hidden cock, teasing him ever so slightly as your hands rubbed up and down.
Suguru, though, was being just as teasing—his thick finger tracing around your entrance, slipping in and out, not giving you the full satisfaction you were once again craving. No matter how many times he made you cum, you always wanted more—whether your cunt could handle it or not, was another question.
With your body more sensitive than ever, it didn’t take long until you were a drool, babbling mess, barely able to free his dick from his boxers, head lost in the clouds.
As soon as you did, though, his throbbing cock slapped against his lower stomach, the tip already leaking with precum. You could feel your internal temperature rising—the sight of his cock was the cherry on top, sending you into a trance as you lazily wrapped your lips around it.
Suguru let out a strangled groan, fingers working at an exceptional speed, knocking the air out of your lungs in the process—it didn’t help that you were also gagging on his dick.
His hips rocked into your throat, letting his tip tickle the back of your throat over and over again. He kept indulging himself in the taste of your pussy, occasionally taking a handful of your ass and giving it a firm squirm.
“Oh fuuck,” you mewled, popping him out of your mouth, head resting on his stomach, hand pumping his shaft. “Sugu–shit–I-’m-I’m gonna cum again!”
Your squeaking voice was soon replaced with a yelp, allowing him to completely reposition the two of you before you could even process what was happening. You were once again on your back, this time, though, your legs fell off the couch, resting on top of his shoulders as Suguru knelt on the ground.
“You know I need to see that face, pretty girl.” His words were laced with sweet honey, fingers stretching you open once again as per your familiar routine.
His hair was dishevelled, face glistening with both sweet and remnants of your orgasms. Yet, he stared at you with a determined look. He wanted to see you cum over and over again until you were nothing but a puddle of fluids, melting into his embrace.
Suguru brought his infamous tongue to your clit again, flicking it up and down and back and forth—moving so quickly you felt as though your whole body was vibrating. His fingers—despite always being fast paced—intensified their vigour, curling into you like he was pressing on a magic button.
With his free hand he pressed down on your lower stomach, hearing how you were squirming around. The pleasure was clearly rising beyond what you had ever experienced, and with your mind so muddled, you were slipping into a headspace you had never been in before.
At the same time, your muscles felt as though they were relaxing—what was once tense became loose, and the more his face dug into your pussy, the more a certain kind of feeling began to build up. It was unlike any orgasm you had felt before, and you were unsure whether it was due to the overstimulation or if it was something different entirely.
“Sugu,” you called out his name like a prayer—or almost like a warning—that something was creeping up on your body. “Don’t stop.” Is all you could say, though.
Knowing him, and if he was not so hellbent on making you cum, would’ve said something to tease you in the moment—maybe even mock you for begging so pathetically. Yet, he kept at it, not changing a single thing—your pussy tightening and constricting around his digits as your clit twitched on his tongue.
That’s when it hit you.
You gasped loudly, biting down on your lip, feeling how your third orgasm washed over you—lightinging surging throughout your body. Toes curling, stomach sinking, you squirted—arousal gushing from your pussy, wetting Suguru’s face.
He moaned loudly, shamelessly, enjoying the way you were soaking him completely. His breaths were long and drawn out, licking his laps and lapping up the last of your juices.
At first, you were embarrassed, completely hiding your forearm. Panting, you tried closing your legs, but Suguru wasn’t having it.
“Don’t hide from me, not after that,” he huffed—somewhat shocked that he brought that out of you. “That was so fucking hot.”
His bold statement made you even more flustered, but you couldn’t hide your face—not when he had advised you otherwise. He momentarily placed his fingers into his mouth, chest puffing up with every inhale, making sure to lick his digits clear.
“He never made you squirt either, I’m guessing?” He asked, proudly. Lifting himself slightly, his face inched closer to yours. You didn’t miss how his pupils were blown out, wide with excitement.
You shook your head, letting him kiss you finally. His lips, still faintly harboring the taste of your arousal locked onto yours. It wasn’t a slow kiss, but it also didn’t have rough hunger. No, this was a kiss of adoration—one that didn’t want to let you go.
All your past history—even what just transpired on the couch—dissapeared from memory just momentarily. His hands cupped your jaw, holding you close to him.
It was only when you pulled back that your eyes trailed down.
Somewhere in the movements, he had tucked his cock back into his sweats—but now, there was a large wet spot right where the tip would’ve been. Did he really cum in his pants while eating you out? Completely untouched? From you squirting in his face?
Either way it was hot, and you felt a cold shiver run up and down your spine.
“Baby,” he whispered, desperately, like was in need of help with something. “Please, give me another chance.”
You should’ve known that this was coming, of course he wanted you back—and after what had just happened, maybe it was a possibility.
“I can’t live without you—without this.” You swore you could hear the thumping of his heart, his voice got low: “please?”
choso who would already be panting. out breath as you place a small kiss on his lips, his eyes hazily looking at you begging for more of your heated touches that causes his cock to stiffen in his pants. giving a full outline of his huge twitching cock that was resting on his thighs almost reaching his knees. it drives you mad how innocent his eyes were staring at your lips, wanting more, innocently not knowing what to do while he holds such a weapon between his legs.
"yes baby just like this open your mouth for me" you warm breath fan against his wet puffy lips- red from how long you have spent sucking on them, biting them between your teeth. choso stare at your lips hungrily as he slowly parts his lips, waiting for your next move. his breath hitch as you close the distance between you again- but this time something warm and wet slides through his lips, entering his mouth.
his eyes rolls at the sensation, at the same time you roll your tongue against his. sloppily sucking his tongue into your mouth. mixing your spit with his. it's your turn to gasp as choso whimpers before he shoves his whole body weight into yours. drool slips past your lips, and choso doesn't hesitate as he licks it up with his tongue before he slips his tongue back in. messily stroking his tongue against yours.
he looked like a dog in heat, his spit was everywhere mixing with yours. he was devouring your mouth like you just gave him his favorite treat. you moan into his mouth as you feel him rotting his fat cock against your thighs, before you feel his cock twitching and a warm wet liquid spurt into the fabric of his pants.
choso was whining into your lips, but he doesn't stop suckling. not even when his body trembls against yours from the sudden orgasm.
nanami kento:
nanami roughly place you on his lap as you make your way toward his desk. seductively yet teasingly swaying your hips. you knew these past few days nanami has been pant up because of work so you're here to make him feel better. you can feel how greedy he was from the way his large hands were rooming every inch of your body, sliding under the dress you were wearing and gripping your perky ass under your panties.
he places his nose in the crock of your neck. inhaling your scent in causing him to growl lowly. you can already feel his hard cock against your thighs. throbbing as you gently run your fingers through his blonde locks. messaging his sculp and placing kissing now and then. nanami finally raise his head from your neck and hungrily stare at you, wanting nothing more then to devour you right here.
"fuck i want to eat your wet pussy baby" he grumbles against your lips, as his fingers make their way to your cunt. his whole palm surrounding it. "can you please let me eat it?" he breathsly mutters, before he capture your lips in to his, groaning at the taste of you. he's been craving to have you like this. to feel your body heat on his.
it all seems to overwhelm him. your wet tongue messily sliding against his. your drool leaving your lips and landing on his. your thighs grinding against his leaking cock. your hot breath mixing with his. it all seems to set him off. because the next thing you knew.
nanami breaks off the kiss, throwing his head back against his chair. whimpering as you feel his cock throb, his fingers digging in into your thighs. your eyes trail down his pants. a growing wet spot now visible on it. he looks up at you, panting and speechless, confused expression on his face because this has never happened to him and he didn’t even know it was possible.
toji fushiguru:
"did ya miss me?" toji whispers into the shell of your ear, taking your lobe between his teeth to suckle on. you whimper had his gut tightening in arousal. a sigh escaped your lips as you gave him more access to kiss down your jaw and neck.
"mhm, it was lonely without you," a shiver crawls up your spine at toji's big hands caressing you. he licks up your neck, feeling a familiar bulge at your backside.
"I had to listen to you play with that sweet cunt through im not gonna wait no more" he grunts into your ear. back in that motel he had stroked his cock alongside your moans, filling his ears with the sounds of your wet pussy. you were so needy and slutty that night, whining filth into the phone while he was cities away.
toji roughly grabs your face and slam his lips into yours not giving you any time to complain. he growls into your mouth as you gently start suckling on his tongue, he breaks off the kiss leaving a string of spit connecting both of your tongues.
his body shakes heatness filling every inch of him. he couldn't help the whine that left him as his sensitive cock start twitching against his boxer. his balls swollen ready to empty any moment.
you stare at him confused as he hides his flushed face into your neck. "fuck baby the things that you do to me" he mutters waiting for his cock to calm down after the embarrassing orgasm he had.
itadori yuji:
itadori never did this before. of course he had a lot of heated moment with you inside your bed of his bed. but he never did anything outside. in public to be more specific. because your cute little boyfriend can't handle such thing, you would give him an innocent kiss on his neck and his cock would already be ragging ready to fuck you.
you would press your lips against his ear wanting to whisper something to him in class and he would already be biting on his lips holding back in a whimper as your warm breath tickles his sensitive ear. and the list goes on, something as simple as holding his hand in public would have him flushed and whinning about going back to your dorm for him to have your sweet pussy against him.
and today wasn't any difference. you were at your boyfriend basketball match. trying to support him and hype him up. and of course after the match he wins you sneak into his changing room to give him a little gift and congrats him.
but as soon as you enter his locker, itadori was all over you. pinning you against the locker just to shove his tongue directly into your mouth. luckily it was just you and him. the room was filled with the sloppy sounds that you're kissing made. it seems to turn you on because you found yourself placing your hand on his visible hard on.
but as soon as your hand make connect with his cock through the fabric of his shorts. itadori trembles. and you feel something squirting against the fabric. but that doesn't stop itadori from grabbing both of your thighs and holding your weight up.
walking over to the bench where he lays down and place your pussy directly on his face after all he needed some water after playing basketball.
☆ sum. pov: when his backshots are just so good, they sound like bongooos! toji, choso, geto, sukuna, ino, nanami, gojo.
warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, dick drunk! reader, LETHAL BACKSHOTSSS, dom! choso sorta, ass obsessed men, size kink, brief cunnīlingus, doggystyle, prone boneee, hair pulling (nanami), slight dacryphīlia, runnin from it, pússy so good tears uppp (ino), spanks, dirty talk, sqúirting, bręeding, bed breaking, manhandling, cęrvix fucking.
an. HAPPY SQUIRTMAS *wet jingle noises*
CHOSO ★ KAMO.
“mhm- ah ah, get back here,” choso sharply prowls, each smoky pant turning raspier within the pitch.
choso was two words - feral and ruthless, and here he was having you all pretty and bent over on all fours..
his dark-rimmed eyes wandered everywhere at your body displayed underneath him. choso’s pointed ears couldn’t help but instinctively twitch upon hearing each sobbing mewl draaag its way out of your esophagus. it’s nothing but cute elongated syllables that made little to no sense, and each electrifying paps of fleshy stinging mounds clasping together has your head spinning in circles.
“ ‘m tired…of you, hah- always teasin’ me so much, baby. think you need a reminder of who’s in charge, huuuh?”
“c- chos—oooh!” your words get crudely cut off at the sloppy curve of his cock massaging through each part of your cunt.
like a maze - the upper part of his puffed tip clumsily gets lost, leisurely finding its way through before wetly marking every tender spot of your pussy with his curious tip. he’s beating up all spots, slowing his jagged hitting hips down purposely before picking his pace right back up. “mm- right f- fuckin’ thereee, fuck me then.”
with a sassy eye roll, choso deepens his angle, reaching an arm out to hold onto the grunting, wooden headboard. it’s undeniably loud, creaking non-stop each time both jolting bodies ounce against the bed frame.
“plan… on it,” and you whine, glossed lips breaking apart before your mouth spreads agape. he’s just so thick, and he loves more than anything to treat your pussy like it was just elastic. that effortless stretch- choso groans every time he feels you closing around him, cutely trying to squeeze around him before wheezing out those cute ‘oooh!’ ’s of whimpers.
“hah- gotta teach her some manners. can’t have you thinkin’ you can just walk all over me, princess—oh, fuuuck.”
every nth of choso’s staggering fat inches drills into you deeply, causing your eyes to goofily cross. he’s in you sooo good, using two grabby hands to raise your clumsy hips upright. “ugh- choso, mhm!” and your cunt’s just profusely dripping all around him, eagerly squelching at each springy thrust. he’s hard, maintaining a good alignment before his hips shimmy. his pace was literally inhuman. choso treats your convulsing nub like a target—repeatedly, striking your g-spot with precise hits as if it’s the perfect bullseye.
as you both each share laborious, breathy pants, he snatches your hips right back against his chiseled pelvis with an impish disapproving pout. “what did i say…no mngh- runnin’, pretty,” and you moan, feeling choso’s hand makes you dip all the way forward into his bare chest.
now, your back was just arched fully over with your ass perked up in the air. choso admires your slobbering pussy before leaning in, taking a moment to spit down between the exposed valley of your ass.
“f- fuuck, you’re so nasty, ‘cho,” you’d whine, holding back a bratty smile once your hand grips a jiggling fat of your rotating ass. through bleary peripherals and droopy hanging eyelids, choso’s swiping a thumb over his lips, another smearing his treacly saliva around your stuffed entrance to make sure you stay nice and wet for him.
it’s incredibly slimy, and his digit continues to sloppily trail further down the teary slot of cunt. it’s so raunchy, and choso licks his thin-pursed lips as if he’s preparing to feast….and right then, that’s when choso brings his freshly slick-coated fingers toward his rosy achy lips.
“she’s.. nastier,” choso grunts with his blushful broad tip aching from every ridged corner. your cunt wetly pops out an excited shriek of its own and your entire body starts to relax. he’s hissing through his teeth, fanning himself once he feels the cruel stiffening of his cock pound pound pound into your very core. “lemme hear her some more, princess. ‘s not enough hah- wet talk.”
and as choso’s rude hips continue to buck buck buck, he’s using every raging part of his hips to drill into you raw.
each twist, each turn—he’s deep, making sure your cunt remembers every narrow hit of his dick. a mixture of your sweetened moans and his feral grunts fill the air before he feels that cute clamping stick of your ass. “ ‘m gonna cum, ‘m cummin!” you’d gasp, poor knobbly thighs just slapping against each other. choso’s hips had the inside of your mouth watering, and you only wanted more. “fuck me- fuck me, f- ugh!”
your body inaudible screams with tremors and tremors of crazed shakes. once your lonely awaited finish comes, your mouth drops open but not a sound comes out. instead, a cute tiny squeak follows out of your husky larynx with your eyes carelessly rolllllling way back into the very back of your brain.
you’re seeing nothing but black as you’re riding out your orgasm, creaming down on choso’s cock with not a single thought in mind. “mhm- that’s it, ride it out baby, ride it out,” choso slows his hips to your defeated rhythm, feeling your body underneath him convulse rapidly. you saw stars, galaxies of them in fact, maybe even a few comets.
“c- choso,” you’d moan, hearing pitchy rough breaths from behind you. the wiiiiide stretch of his dick still makes itself known and you’re humming, batting your dampened lashes sporadically at the sudden overwhelming wave of elation. “fuuuckk- more,” and he ogles as you make him pull out, cutely flipping yourself over with a flushed look of sensual desire.
despite how you were just drenched in your sweat, you still craved more. choso stares at you sprawling your legs out fully, bringing two dry padded fingers towards your sensitive clit before pinching it. “l.. let’s try mating press, baby.”
“you’re impossible,” he sheepishly says, with a wry head shake, gingerly placing his weight on top of you. his onyx-colored ponytails were all scruffy, and he was sweating from all corners of his forehead. with a loud, wet ‘plap!’ noise, choso sloppily re-aligns his tip before it sloooowly starts to sink its way inside of your wet pussy, reuniting.
“hah- fine, but ‘m gonna have to…stretch you a bit, baby,” and you moan, feeling choso raise your leg, nearly hooking it over your head before positioning the other limb to mimic the same. sealing your trembling lips with an open-mouthed kiss, he grunts against your twisting tongue as he’s hungrily bottoming out inside of you.
“gotta get my baby all stretched,” he slips out a throaty whimper, hardened cock barreling further inside of you before he surprises random sticky kisses on your raised ankle.
“but, l- let’s…test out that flexibility while we’re at it, hm?”
SUGURU ★ GETO.
geto and backshots are a deadly combo within itself.
“take it. take it, taaake it,” he growls, his carnally encouraging words sounding more like a looping chant by the second. you’re moaning with his palm slapped against your mouth, shamefully drooling all over his hand in the process. of course, staring right in front of you too, was no one other than yourself. arched over, hunched over too, and lewdly crossed-eyed.
you probably looked a sight.
ruffled, shaggy strands of hair glued to your forehead. as your jaw was goofily hanging—just forever open with an agape ‘lil mouth that’s covered with geto’s hand, your wet tongue licks a path around his warm palm.
gasping for any ounces of air that you could get with his hand printed over your mouth, your cheek then prints against the cold, frigid mirror with how harder his thrusts were getting. “f- fuck, sugu mmph!” you coo out, feeling your thighs tense at each popping slam. remnants of whiteish, dried cum painted against your thighs. a licentious, dirty reminder of just how much he was claiming you from behind.
round after round and it turned from minutes to hours of just getting filled from every orifice with geto’s hot, creamy cum. geto’s cock wears you thin in every goopy crevice ‘n corner of your wet pussy, causing your poor larynx to sound hoarse from all the moaning within no time.
he’s pumping in all inches—grinding into your hips as you moved, cutely trying to jostle your waist to his rhythm but failing horribly.
“mngh- slutty girl, look at that ass tryna fuck me back. A for effort, i guess,” he grunts with a sneer, admiring the tears of sweat that started to gloss down your arched spine. so pretty..
almost looking akin to a necklace, a huge hand wraps around your throat before making sure you face yourself in the mirror. geto slides his other palm away from your mouth, scoffing at the webby sleek strings of spit following before he rubs it all over your mouth. “don’t look away, look at how your face gets when you…hah- slut yourself out on my dick, doll.”
“ugh- harderrrr,” your moans were starting to turn bouncy, and he was fucking you with every damn fiber of his being. geto’s buckled knees bury into the silk padded mattress and he’s dragging out hoarse gasp after gasp from your parched throat. his hits against your ass were loud, they sounded like bongos with how rough his pelvis creates music with each drumming hit.
“mmh- so good, so fuckin’ good,” your whines continue to drag out, and you’re tasting treacly salted saliva on your rosé buds.
through your peripherals, you spot geto working his hips into you. you couldn’t help but take a glance at his snatched waist that’s just so slim. he’s swerving into you at full speed, creating 360 donuts with his sloppy hips as he accelerates. geto sucks in a sharp, smoky break as he continued to plummet into your cunt over ‘n over again until you’re cutely clinging onto the mirror for leverage.
“cute,” he clicks his tongue, lowering his darkened irises down the curving arch of your bent-over back. from behind you, you heard him whistling at your watch before spanking your ass. the glossy sweat that remained on your backside shines bright, brighter than any sun—creating a creeping glow in the sunlight from the cracked open curtain in the distance. “good girl. lie back. all ya gotta do is.. hah- lie back ‘n let me have my way with this sloppy-fuckin’-cunt.”
each malleable thrust gets enunciated with each hard whack against your pussy that makes your teeth jitter. you’re moaning, barely able to keep up with his zealously, agile pace before the slit tip of his cock diagonally slithers its way near your clit. milliseconds pass before you then start to feel his crowned tap-tap tapping against your bumpy cervix. it’s a mean tap, and your eyes crossed even further together with your tongue abjectly lolling out. “s- shit, that spot. that.. mngh- suguru!”
a handful of nerves swim their way into the bottom parts of your stomach before you whine. you’re panting continuously, gently shoved face first against the now fogged mirror that was in directly front of you. it’s steaming up because of your harsh, wheezing breaths before you squeal. it’s quick, but your legs end up collapsing and so does your entire body.
“ ‘m cummin’, fuck!” you yawp, gasping breathlessly at that sliiiight turn of his pivoting hips. geto’s cock runs all through you, kneading your cunt with each brutal thwack.
sweetened whimpers pour from your lips once you end up meeting your euphoric maker. “ugh- s.. suguru,” low, pulled lids of your eyes start to feel heavy as you struggle to keep them open. you’re pussy’s wetly squalling, letting off squelches as you smothered geto’s thick cock from swollen top to bottom with your slick essence. “f- fuck, spank m-”
“quiet, baby,” geto shushes you, a hand wrapping back around the base of your throat. with a swift slap of his roughened palm, he spanks you again anyway, and you purr out a cute ‘ooooh’ right away.
your tongue still sticks out against the reflecting steamed mirror. you’re so close to it that you’re nearly suffocating from your tepid, pants of breath washing back into your face. he’s still inside, feeling you weakly try to arch your ass up but your face slumps further against the glass. “aw, relax, sweetheart. i gotcha,” and as you’re still whimpering, geto pulls out his vermillion-colored tip.
he silently hisses at your dewy, wet grip, gazing at your dripping cunt that’s covered with sparkling white strands of your mess. groaning, he rubs his angered tip over your pussy in a greedy circle.
“mhm- keep goin’ suguru,” you’d frantically toss your hips around in a circle - begging, aching for him to fuck you against the mirror again. it’s even cute with how your ass did a wordless cute shake against his leaky tip, rubbing your very entrance over his sweltering, dewy-coated tip.
“god- such a fuckin’ slutty girl, can never say no to that preeeetty-shakin’-ass,” geto huffs, pausing between each word as his hand swipes against your tender feeling rear. still aroused, he grunts as his bulky cock twitches each time your skin jiggles against the sharp greeting contact.
geto flips you over with one beefy arm, tying his hair into a hurried slothful ponytail before cocking his head. “legs, raise ‘em for me, high baby,” and once you comply, geto hums, closing the distance between you and him by sliiiiding his way in between your raised legs.
in a husky voice, he smacks his plump tip against your pussy before biting your bottom lip while maintaining direct eye contact. “hah- that’s it, stretch those fuckin’ legs for sugu, sweetheart. and while you do thaaat,” geto grumbles, stealing a low-pitched moan from you once he delves a thick finger inside of your swallowing cunt.
“i gotta make her cream on me at least an extra four more times, heh..”
NANAMI ★ KENTO.
“like this, sweetheart?” nanami murmurs, grabbing a secure amount of hair to wholly fit into the coarse palm of his hand.
he’s gentle nonetheless, hearing your cute shallow breaths once his hips fatally stop. as you’re arched over a side of the bed, your wobbly hands piercing into the fat mattress. nanami’s unpredictable movements have you speechless, blinking thrice because who knew such a man was so nasty in bed?
of course—the only exception was his pretty wife, you. and nanami didn’t mind getting kinky for his beloved precious, even if you wanted to try something as vulgar as backshots..
he’s all the way inside you, not even moving an inch and yet it felt like he was already obliterating every part of your goopy, clamping walls.
“mhm- yeah. fuck me ‘n then just start pullin’ on it if i try to crawl away, ‘ken.” you moan, feeling that all too familiar thumping sensation arises between your quaking, sore thighs. near the very undersides, you felt the brief pants of tenderness lingering against your skin.
nanami tilts his head, shrugging out a complying, “alriiight,” and you gasp once he softly tightens the grip against your hair just a bit. “this okay? ‘m gonna start movin’ for you.“ earnestly impatient, you nod, and the blond tries to suppress a smile. already, he felt your cute body trying to wriggle away but as you said, he gently tugged you back by the hair. “anything for the kinky wife i guess. brace yourself though, honey. work’s been.. hah- rough.”
and when nanami fucks, he Fucks - capital F.
you’re holding back pitiful muffled moans as he pulls off his tie, softly stuffing it in your mouth. it’s tasteless - and you’re whimpering, feeling every stinging whack from his hips slam into your ass every three seconds.
nanami’s sweat-drenched fingertips caress both sides of your curvaceous hips—feeling all down your loving physique as he’s ferociously fucking into you at such a disrespectful speed.
every thrust was insanely languid, barely giving you time to gather up a thought in your dull, empty brain. “kento, ohmygoddd,” your voice timidly cracks, already drenching the end part of his thigh with your bubbly drool. he’s churning your insides through and through like one would churn a fresh batch of hot butter. and god- nanami’s just rocking into the rear of your ass like a boat that’s forever rickety. “harder.. pull it, baby, pull my fuckin’ hair.”
“yes, ma’am,” he raspingly responds, having the same firm grip on your hair. dozens of seconds later, a nice amount of your hair yanks back and your eyes cutely widen. you fall back and so do your hips, continuously and sloppily landing back against his hips. it’s still gentle nonetheless, but his hips were so cruel. you’d never get used to that heavenly stretch of his cock.
it’s mouthwatering, and you’re just melting at the sheer sounds of each bouncy slap! of balmy skin. nanami hears the cute bundle of gargled whines struggle to leave your throat once he grabs your hair, and he purrs. “mhm, liked that, sweetheart? should i pull again? can’t leave my woman all horny ‘n unsatisfied, hm?”
“mmph- pull.. hah- harder, ‘ken,” you nod, your words still a bit hushed and gagged from his work tie. the bed’s so unsteady, you were just it was gonna snap into two at any second. as he keeps up a decent rhythm, your jaw ends up dropping once his peachy tip greets your clit with a knocking slam. he hears another gasp slip from your lips before your ass lifts.
with another solid yank, nanami pulls a bit harder, and this time, he’s faintly snickering at how cute your body was - just slamming back into him like it already knew its territory. riiiight as his fattened tip makes itself known to your pretty, pulsating clit, you squeal out a bellowing yelp.
there!
like a q-tip, his rounded cockhead swaaaabs its way around your tightening entrance before the deep thrusts continue. your eyes were just bulging out each of their sockets, and you were speechless for a while before squealing out a cute, “ohmygu- ‘ken something’s coming. s- something’s coming kento.”
“i know, sweetheart,” he whispers, slowing his sloppy hits down but making sure that his thrusts remain deep deep deep. he studies your gyrating ass and how it flawlessly ricocheted against his skin. with each barbaric smack of your ass clashing into his pelvis, he feels both sweaty pounds of skin arise with blistering temperature.
but the last thing you’d expect was to gush right onto his cock, legs cutely twitching with a squalling whimper ripping out of your strained chords. the release was so sudden, that your eyes widened dramatically as your lips parted into a pretty bewildered ‘oh!’
the feeling was just so erogenous, and your entire body underneath his fell into jerking spasms. “my, oh myyy,” nanami gruffly murmured, still maintaining a gentle yet tight grip on the back of your head. soft, massaging fingers glissade down your scalp at his grasping hold before he feels your ass weakly writhing back into him. “messy girl, that’s it. make a mess for me, sweetheart. ‘s okay, let go.”
“u- ugh!” your brows curl, and your cunt was just dripping like a faucet - profusely. his tip stopped all types of movement, brushing against your convulsing clit as you kept gushing and he grunts. right there - right fuckin’ there.. he felt your pulse, relishing in the faint sloshing sounds that occurred between the stickiness of both fleshy thighs meshing against the skin. “fuck, fuck, fuuuck ‘ken.”
“ ‘y did so good,” nanami breathes, his wet tie drenched with your saliva flopping out past your lips. he pulls out, and his dick exits your watery pussy with a cute plap. the sheets were all soaked with your wetness and nanami’s panting, smearing his flesh-colored crown around your shriveling entrance. pulse after pulse, you’re still eager for him to get back inside despite how your entire body was shivering from your recent mind-boggling finish. “always loved myself a wet wife,” nanami softly smacks his veiny cock against your teary slit.
“the wetter the better, haah- darlin.’ let’s try that again,” and you whine, feeling his dick slap against your crying, wet pussy. with a click of his tongue, nanami lets off a deep, heavy sigh. “think she needs a bit more.. ah- velocity training.”
SUKUNA ★ RYŌMEN.
“heh- your smart mouth’s almost as annoying as your weak arch, little girl,” sukuna snickers, keen-witted canines briefly poking out his lips.
you’re moaning, letting off occasional pitchy swear words whilst getting absolutely destroyed by the king of curses himself. he always treated your pussy like an enemy — using his favorite technique, absolutely annihilating your g-spot.
the fleecy, thin straps of sukuna’s kimono tickled against your skin as he’s driving his thick cock deep into you with such rigorous might. hit after hit after hit, sukuna’s dick was just as angry as he was.
as you were whining, your voice was steadily forming raw and strained as those cute little ‘oooh’s!’ sweetly cried out from your dried voice box.
his tip’s got such a curve that makes your insides tingle. “oh….f- fuuuck,” you heave in a single sharp breath, feeling your tummy cowardly tuck its way inward. sukuna’s cock’s greedy, and each stroke makes your eyes bulge wider ‘n wider out of their sockets. he’s bottomed balls deep, and you could hear his animalistic pants bellow huskily from behind you. playfully, sukuna trails a claw down your back, watching you writhe at something as simple as his touch.
“ ‘m not gonna last, ‘kuna, s- so big, stretchin’ me so fuckin’ go—ah!” you whine, getting a face full of a fluffed pillow. he’s got an angle that makes you feel it all, every single inch pumping inside of your cunt—introducing itself against your pearled nub each passing second.
his hips were viciously vicious, and you’re just drooling from the cracks of your mouth at each girthy centimeter prying your insides open. “ughhh- don’t stop, f- fuck me. fu—”
“ahh,” sukuna tuts, and you whimper once his palm wetly spanks against your stuffed pussy. pasty, teary droplets briskly coat his hand before he rubs circles against your tender clit. with his hips securely pressed right up against your jerking ass, sukuna licks your ear. “you’ll get your turn to speak. but right now, she’s the star right now, not you. have some class, wet girl.”
as popping wet sloshes cry from the opened arc of your legs, and you feel sukuna’s forked tongue flick against your neck. “mmh- she’s so nasty, talk talk taaaalk. jus’ like her dumb fuckin’ owner..” sukuna brings your hips up with two hardened palms, making sure your face stays shoved deep into the mattress.
with a cute wiggle, your ass rewinds into him and he grunts at the immediate jiggle. with a loud, briefly stinging whack, he spanks you—hearing those cute ‘lil clamors leave your cracking throat before seconds later and he’s back to thrusting.
sukuna’s cock was dangerous - you already felt yourself getting more ‘n more stupid the harder his hips snapped into you. vehemently, his strokes turn languidly sloppy within seconds, and you mouth out a cute silent ‘ohmyfuckin’godddd!’ blood-shot eyes rove down your bouncing frame and how you were bent over just for him and only him. “mng- m’lord, there- there pleaaaase!”
“don’t know who’s louder,” the demon snarls under his breath in a tone dripping with amused mockery. he stares as your ass extends upward and you’re arched right over, face pathetically buried into his velveteen-made sheets.
every clashing pap of ridden skin never failed to echo through his chambers, and the gluey feeling of sticky, crashing thighs makes his fangs sharply nip into his lip. “mngh-” his dick swirls a shape-like motion all arooound your pussy, easing a secret pathway way into your cervix and you short circuit instantaneously.
sukuna huffs lowly, clawing more of his black whetted fingernails into the skin of your plush ass. “you or this fuckin’…hah- talkative pussy. can’t even hear myself think.”
“suh- suku-” you squeak, dumbing down from each second he spends battering his fat cock inside of you. your walls were tight, desperately clinging to him, clamping vigorously before popping out a cacophony of wet plops. your eyes were already rolled back, and your blocked vision met with a dark void of darkness. “ah-” you end up drooling, a stream of saliva starting to bubble from the corners of your twitching lips. sukuna’s deeeeep, nearly creating an unforgettable bulge with how he easily pushes his entire weight against your ass.
your mind’s completely empty . . but, you’re transported right back to reality once you hear a splitting crack of wood. as sukuna’s still driving his thick cock into your slobbering pussy like a madman, he hears that eerie ‘creeeeak’ sound.
it’s the headboard—and, within seconds, the bed awkwardly flops, and you heard the boxspring weakly snap from underneath. “ngh-” sukuna grunts, the both of you briefly collapsing from the bed calling quits to support the ridiculous weight. your release pauses as you pant, wondering what happened, and the curse just slyly snickers at you. “ ‘s all good. just a little bed break,” and you felt his forked, slimy tongue lick down your sweat-covered back. he huskily ‘ah’s’ once he allows his tongue to savor your natural taste before groaning.
his cock’s aching.. and the top of his cock’s flushing a pearly, shimmery color of velvet red. a thumb of his pulls a bit of lingering foreskin before he brings his crowned cockhead toward your pretty puckering hole. sukuna notices you trying to crane your head to look at your ass but he tsks, making you face back in front.
“turn that head back the fuck around. just because the bed broke doesn’t mean ‘m not done breakin’ this pussy too, little girl. now open up for me. goood girl.”
SATORU ★ GOJO.
“oh, oh- wait a minute, angel,” satoru pauses mid-thrust, pressing his naturally sculpted pelvis against your ass. you’re moaning once he wraps a smooth hand around your throat, bringing pink glossed lips toward the lobe of your ear. “are you cryinnn’?” and indeed, you were.
he’s been hitting you from the back so deep ‘n so good that you’re fighting back fat, glittery tears. they stick to your lashes, nearly blinding you with each flapping blink and you moaned for him to not stop - not now, not ever.
snickering smokily, satoru then starts to use his other hand to maneuver sloppy, wet shapes around your slippery, stuffed cunt.
“sooooo tender for me, hm?” and satoru’s lanky dick stretched you thin - wearing you thin with every long inch, causing your brows to cutely twist in rapture. “tsssk. can’t help but be emotional and wet for me, cute..”
“s- satoru, don’t stop- please,” your sweet pleads and begs instantly making his cock twitch inside of you. you shuddered, feeling a vein of his prod on his foreskin, nipping against your insides as he moved. satoru was so long, but even longer inside..
it’s probably been round after round, but you’re already salivating for more. his slim body was pushed right up against yours, and you felt the snowy, wooly hairs that were taped to his base drag all across his skin. he’s such a tease though. you could merely feel that annoying smug grin boring right into the back of your skull, despite how you weren’t even facing him. “ngh- finish.. fucking me.”
“oh! sounds like a demand, and y’know how i don’t like being given orders,” he hoarsely whispers, two rough hands pulling up your ass to create a deeper slope.
he’s in deep, idly massaging your clit with his tip not shifting at all. your wetness perfectly coats the entire thick base of his cock, and satoru could hear your pleading little squelches trying to sweet talk him at the same time too. “aw, is that back talk ‘m hearing?” and you whimper, hearing a slap sound between your legs.
satoru spanks your cunt - feeling you wriggle, desperately trying to rut back against him but he makes you halt. “ah- patience,” and your sweet whines fueled his ego oh-so-good. satoru’s slim waist sensually rocks against your ass, and you’re smacked by his rearing hips time ‘n time again. you’re probably so stupefied. your dripping tongue hung all out of your mouth as languid, airy pants roughly seized away from your lungs. “ ‘m gonna cum, satoru. you’re hittin’ that spot s- sooo good, mmg-”
“yeah, tell me how ya really feel,” and you gasp, feeling him push your knee into your chest. you’re still laid flat on your back, and now—he’s got an even deeper angle. his cock explores every part of your pussy, and that sticky grip on your ass makes him groan against your earlobe.
“think you just might have the strongest pussy, baby. grippin’ all… on me,” and as his voice deepens, maybe even quavering a bit from how sensitive he felt, satoru sucks sloppy kisses against your neck. “mhm- don’t think i can beat her. nope.. not when she’s being so fuckin’ hah- sloppy, shit.”
slosh after wetted slosh could be heard from between the open space of your legs and you’re whimpering. his tip’s constant thrashing so merciless - filthily showering your pearled nub with a kiss after pounding kiss until your legs were on the verge of snapping shut.
satoru’s closet pressed up against your bare rotating ass, grinding his washboard abs into your body and it just feels so hot. he swats a hand against your ass, intently sucking his teeth at the three-second jiggle before moaning lowly into your ear. “heh.. there’s that cute g-spot- i mean weak spot,” and with a rude collision—satoru’s thrusts slam into you at full impact, causing your brain to nearly hotwire.
it’s so abrupt that you didn’t even recognize your voice when your shrieking squeal came out. “mmph!” your eyes hugely bulge, and his cock’s stuffed soso many inches inside—sneaking a hand underneath your tummy just to feel you cutely heaving around his size. as you’re creaming down his hardened shaft.
sublimely, it stands tall inside of you and he heartily chuckles at your body’s retreating response. you’re shaking, barely being able to move your hips and your head ends up falling into the cushioned pillow with a soft thud. “s- satoru, don’t.. don’t stop,” and as your tongue remains lies flat down your lips, you put out a needy sob. “oh my go- hah- ‘m still.. cummin’.
“hm, okay,” satoru whispers, skipping a few warm fingers down your spine. you tense at his touch, and your back slightly raises before his dick loudly pops! it's way out of your sensitive pussy. trails ‘n trails of glistening, perspiring sweat paints down his pale frame before he flips you over. satoru treats you like a doll - a rag doll, and before you know it, you’re straddling on top of him.
with blurred, faded vision, you could see a cunning grin stretching across his pinkened lips before he aligns you. “ah, jus’ lie back against my chest, good girl,” he praises you, feeling your back recline against his ripped abdomen. you’re moaning, still shattering all rows of your teeth at your recent eye-rolling orgasm before satoru slings two arms underneath your legs.
you gasp, letting off a soft ‘oof!’ once he suddenly lifts you, openly gawking in awe at your creamy hole hovering over his crimson-shaded tip. “new position baby. ‘m gonna try usin’ infinity on this pretty cunt,” and you moaned, hearing a looooong stretch of his dick from behind you and you gulped.
was he-
satoru was making his cock longer, you didn’t even know he could do that but the anxious flutter between your thighs was almost embarrassing. your tummy steadily caves in ‘n out as you feel him starting to gradually sink into you.
attacking the left part of your neck with a barrage of wet, starving kisses—satoru hoarse grunts. “y’know what they say. eighth orgasm’s the charm, angel. now biiiiig fuckin’ stretch, lemme teach her how strong i can really get with a few extra inches, heh..”
TOJI ★ FUSHIGURO.
“c’mooon, pretty thing. let’s see that ass show me what it’s fuckin’ made of,” toji grunts, slightly tilting his right thigh up. he’s rude - hips far ruder though, and he’s just straight up plunging deep into your cervix until your tongue’s just sloppily hanging out your mouth.
with your lips wholly coated with a natural gloss of saliva, you’re damn near hysterical. he’s hitting you so deep, biting his lower lip each time your ass does that cute sticking smack right against his sharpened pelvis. toji’s washboard abs flex ‘n tense through his dingy white tank before he swats against your ass. “mhm- atta girl. entertain this dick girl, entertain- fuckin’- me.”
“mngh!” you squealed, your incoherent babble turning into muffles against the pillows in front of you. toji’s whole right-hand fits over your head and he lightly shoves your face into the mattress.
you’re whimpering, each rough slam into your rear sending staticky ringing through your ears. he’s so nasty, plowing into you with such lively horsepower that it makes you start to pant like a literal greyhound. “ ‘m gonna fuck, gonna fuckin’ cum, t- toooji.”
with a scoff, toji spanks your ass. “yeah? that’s nice.” his tone’s fuckin’ sly, he couldn't care less. your cunt’s so slippery, slickly gluing against his hairy base that piercingly pap! pap! paps! right into both twirling globes of your ass.
the sounds of repeated smacking flesh pitched louder and louder as both bodies rutted into each other. the bedroom filled with harmonies of rough slaps and groans, as well as your added whimper and whines from how good toji was plowing you into the shared king-sized bed. toji’s a menace when it came to his hips though.
he does this thing where he stuffs you all the way full with one single thrust….then pulls out… then back in…then back fuckin’ out..
“mhm- good…good, goooood,” his voice lowers, and so did his angle. toji’s cock had a bit of lean, lazy hook and it’s just sexy. it’s noticeable curve forever made itself known by just doing a single shimmy with his wide hips. from top to bottom of his cock that’s prodding with lightening shaped veins all over, he’s insanely big. “hah- look at that cute ass jus’ bouncin’ all on me. goddamn, babygi- fuck.”
toji even arched his back too, combing a few thickset fingers through his murky dark strands before feeling his dick swell up from the creamed top. he’s close, and with how good you were gripping around him, it wasn’t helping things much at all.
your insides were so gluey, sticking against him like pasty adhesive, determined to wring around him like the lewdest vice imaginable. “goddamn-” he groans, thin nostrils immediately flaring.
your pussy’s grip was ruthless - you squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, hearing toji’s grumbles huff underneath his breath. “ ‘m gonna make this tummy so nice ‘n plump,” he grouses, ravened brows curling together. vein after vein throbbing through his cock as he’s deepening his hits, giving the back of your tank top a firm grasp. you fall back into his cock at the pull, moaning and sweetly ‘ooh!’ ing at each jackhammering hit of his cock.
“mmgh- cum in me, toji,” you whimper, rocking your body against the dingy sage sheets with no shame. your body’s all slumped, humping against the bed with the front of your body as your right cheek pressed into the mattress.
toji’s buried to the very hilt, and his burning-up crown alone even started french kissing your cervix, dozens of times too. it’s indisputably sloppy, and you let off a gasp once you feel him swirling his stout tip alllll around your gummy insides, tap tap tapping against that beloved spongey texture. “don’t miss, f- fuck.”
“hah- with an arch like that, y’er askin’ for at quadruplets,” and his hips brutally snap into you. for a second, toji’s cock leaves you brain dead with the cause before his heavy, life-altering shaft. that exact spot that feels a bit bumpy, his tip rams against it and it scratches the left lobe of your brain so good. toji snickers, hearing you left off a pornographic ‘aaaah!’ at the abrupt discovered pressure. “ngh- better take it all then, don’t waste a fuckin’ drop, girl.”
it happens with such quickness—toji’s lowly growls, his husky orgasm sounding more like a gruff pitching battle cry. he’s slowing his hips before holding your wobbly hips in place. right as he’s cumming in you, toji’s burly body presses against your backside. you could feel him still grinding, although it’s a bit more weak.
“ugh- fillin’ you so well gotta getcha niiiice ‘n round f’m again. can’t leave my pretty mama without a.. hah- fill,” and it starts to pour deep inside. it oozes inside of your cunt, and it flows out so quickly that some even start to dribble down the crevices of your thighs. pretty, sloppy squelches could be heard from the occurring mess and toji dryly swallows. “mhm- she’s as nasty as you, babygirl. look at her swallowin’ it all up. so good.”
“tooooji,” you’d whimper, gasping once you felt a big thumb snail its way down your sopping pussy. wads of cum race down your thighs, and with a sloshing wet pop, toji pulls out his cock that was frothing from the velvet-reddened tip. he grunts, admiring your ass that still had itself raised, and he then leans down. toji inches his face toward your backside, using two wide hands to spread your ass apart.
“haaaah,” he pants against your dripping cunt, rolling out his tongue. you whimpered, clicking your teeth together once he starts to lap up the globs cum that was spilling down your thighs. it’s a loud sluuuurp! from toji’s mouth that gives you butterflies, but he then gives your clit a sweet munch with both pairs of lips.
toji rubs his lip scar against your pulsating cunt before snickering against your entrance, cleaning up his cum that glistened down your poor, aching slit that’s just so overflooded. “mhm- keep this arch, pretty girl. ‘m fuckin’ starved,” toji spits against your slick-covered heat before allowing the sheeny strings to land flat on his rolled out tongue.
“…and this cute pussy’s just askin’ to be devoured, heh..”
INO ★ TAKUMA.
“back… shots?” ino lets out a tremulous short breath, nearly drooling at the prurient sight of you arching over the armrest of the couch.
you were so breathtaking, even in such an erotic hunched-over position—face up ‘n pretty ass down. just to top it all off though, your pulled-to-the-side-panties that exposed your flooded dripping pussy only made things ten times worse. you even dared to sprightly throw your hips around in a circle, hearing a cute needy whine pull leave from ino’s lap. “o- okay, i can- i can do backshots.”
“don’t be scared, ino,” you hush in a sweet coaxing tone, your voice as smooth as silk. all types of warmth lingered on your tone. he’d probably cum just from listening to you speak if he wasn’t too careful. reaching a thumb from behind you, you drag a plump thumb down your puffed slit. soaked right away, ino watches before bringing the flushed crownhead of his cock towards your wet fluttering slit. it’s so wet—just aptly pouring with syrupy slick from the sides, the corners, hell- even the inner wet crevices…
ino felt his heart pounding, and he was holding back a moan once his plump cockhead swirls a circle around your swallowing entrance. you moan, arching more before humming. “mhm- like that. now fuck me, baby. fuck m-”
and oh- he does.
ino was a very quick learner because, within no time, you found yourself arched right over with his capped tip being greedily swallowed by your famished entrance.
ino’s so frantic - and it’s almost cute how he had no literal rhythm. he’s getting lost in your pussy—but after a few sloppy starting thrusts, he surprisingly locates every tender spot like it's nothing. you shudder as your hips start to rise, feeling a few wet droplets splat against your arched backside and oh, he’s really drooling now..
his breaths turn from steady to heavy within seconds, and he’s just hypnotized at how pretty your cunt took in all the turgid inches of his shaft. “s- sorry, can’t help it,” he meekly apologizes, wiping a hairy arm over his spit-glossed lips. his hands awkwardly grip your ass before you feel him swipe a slender digit toward your neglected hole.
“oooh,” he whimpers to himself, plugging it with the entirety of his stubby thumb. with his buttoned nose cutely wrinkling at the sensations of being full from both orifices, you whine out his name thrice. sweet repeated chants of ‘ino!’ ‘inooo!’ or ‘iiii-noooo!’ and it’s so melodic to ino, in a salacious way at least.
your cunt dewily clenches at him toying with your slick hole, and he pulls out his thumb before groaning. “god- ‘s no fair, baby,” and he’s still clinging onto your bouncing hips, staring as your ass starts to fuck back into him. speaking of toys, he couldn’t help but moan at how you rewinded your hips back into him oh-so perfectly.
it was like your entire waist was controlled, and ino’s grabbing at the plump cheeks of your ass at every moment he could. the slaps of skin were so loud, and they echoed through every cornering wall in the dimly lit bedroom. “don’t even…hah- know what ‘ta do with all this ass. phew- think ‘m gonna… faint.”
“don’t be dramatic, ino,” you skewed your hips around his cock, swallowing in a deep breath at the overly thick tummy-tucking stretch that surprises your pussy. he’s just big - rummaging through every important part of your guts before slap! you’re met with a stony coarse wham that makes your tongue flop out on his own. “f- fuck, right there. keep hittin’ that spot, oh- fuck!”
ino’s already in love… and, your hips were a smooth talker, if anything.
the way you moved and perfectly corresponded to him, he’s getting teary. it feels so damn good, the familiar tightening of his balls makes him nearly choke on an incoming exhale as he watches you throw back against him.
it was almost comical—you wanted to try backshots, and ino could barely keep up with your pace because technically speaking, you were fucking him. “god- baby, ‘m gonna cum. can’t.. can’t hold it, lemme finish inside pleaseplease,” and as he’s babbling, you could hear him sniffling.
your pussy was so good that it had him choking on his own words, stammering clumsily over every whiny syllable. ino’s hands never leave your hips, and he swats a few palms at your doughy ass that jerks right into him before sighing. you’re so stuffed already, but the thought of him dumping such a hot, buttery batch of cum inside you had you humming in longing contempt. “mhm- tell me, baby. your pussy’s gonna f- fuckin’ kill me, hah-”
“insiiiide, do it,” you whine, slightly raising your hips. god- the view, your slick twitching cunt had ino hearing his whole heartbeat through his ears. he was damn near mesmerized, and his tip was just weeping at the constant tender rubbing it was creating against your clit. your entrance slicked against him like velcro, and ino’s jaw was already clenching at the clingy sensation.
with of few more pops of his weak hips, ino eventually does cum - and it’s a lot.
a knot of, gooey fresh cum shoots right into you, quickly traveling through your insides. ino whines way louder than you, and he falls flat against your back. “ugh- baby,” he grunts, his voice cracking as soon as he falls into your embrace. it’s hot, and you moan once he continues to spurt thin ribbons straight deep into your womb. timid, soppily hands suffered with insane amounts of sweat before you felt his palms all around your body. even with ino still rawly pumping into you, he’s running his hands up and down the curvature of your waist—stopping at your ass, his favorite.
squelches ‘n squelches galore..
his softened cock remained plugging you full with all of its might—feeling your dribbling cunt tighten around the entirety of his length. it takes him a good while before he’s finally emptied his entire load, giving himself a subtle shake to make sure it’s all deep inside of you. “good boy,” you quietly hum, rolling over, swiping a thumb down your flooded cunt. ino pants, flopping onto your chest and he looks so in love. his face was flushing the more he deeply stared at you, and your eyes widened once you realized ino’s slowly pushing the crowns of your knees up to your chest. “hah- ino?”
“ ‘m not done,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a sweet, chaste kiss against your quivering lips. he moans at the soft prod of your tongue brushing against his before his pearly-colored tip whacks against your pussy that’s still spitting out tiny clumps of his cum.
“one more round. need t- to claim these walls before i claim your heart first, baby.”
☆ sum. when you said you wanted to ‘milk him’ for all that he’s worth, he didn’t think you meant actually! toji, nanami, sukuna, choso, geto, gojo.
warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, LOTSSS of cum and balls and more… cum, milkin’ them dry, cowboy! toji, camboy! choso, condom breaks, sukuna lactates, nipplę play, slight usage of "mommy", cowgirl / reverse, bręeding, overstim, whiny whipped men, pregnancy mentions, praise, implied multiple rounds.
SUKUNA ★ RYOMEN.
“h- hah, got.. some nerve,” sukuna growls, a good portion of his face burning with crimsoned embarrassment. sukuna’s securely strapped to his throne—and to top it all off, you had him wrapped in pink ribbons. sukuna’s brawny frame underneath you grew stiff, and he let out a shallow groan once you lecherously wind your hips back ‘round in a circle. he felt sooo full - his base was just pleading to be dumped, dumped inside of you for the third time.
not only were you milking him - you were also milking his pride too.
“brat, you’re gettin’ off on this arentcha?” sukuna grumbles with a pout, hearing each popping plap slap from between your dripping wet thighs. from to the very plump bottom, his cock’s already still a bit foamy from earlier. you lean into his bare chest, smugly snickering against his neck. “mmm- ffuuuck, don’t . . don’t stop though. that’s an orde-”
and right as he’s grunting mid-sentence, sukuna pauses. carmine eyes flicker at a sudden head that’s leisurely lowering against his pecs. it’s you, and as you’re still bouncing on his lap, he feels your wet, hot tongue slide a path across his sensitive nipple. “ngh-” sukuna’s nostrils flare, and it’s taking almost everything within him to not whine.
until he does.
your hips roll roll roooolls around in swift, addictive circles as you cup your lips around his pec. “mmh,” you hummed, feeling his big body writhe underneath you as your hips slowed their tempo. you could hear his cute growls as he couldn’t do anything but sit right — the pink, pretty ribbons were straight-up mockery.
sukuna could have honestly just torn them apart - besides, they weren’t even properly tied around his limbs (which he secretly found cute) but he decided to play along with your little fantasy.
but just a few seconds passed and it happened.
you feel a treacly, sweet taste in your mouth— and it pours pour pours, tickling down on your tastebuds entirely. blinking rapidly, your hips pause before you swipe the pad of your thumb across your lips that are dripping with the creamy, white droplet.
“ ‘kuna, did you just . . lactate?”
“tch. die,” he mumbles, and his face looks so lewd.
sukuna’s pink brows were parted and his mouth was pried wide open. he’s panting - heaving, raspy breath after breath leaves from his drooling lips before his fangs get caught with his tongue.
gliding the tip of your balmy, tepid tongue over toward his other neglected nipple—sukuna shudders. you couldn’t lie, him being wrapped in nothing but pink ribbons like a present while sitting on his notorious throne was a sight you honestly wouldn’t mind getting used to.
“mmm, not with that attitude,” and he moans, feeling you starting to suck against his hardened pecs. “ask nicely,” and you give him a cheeky smile, reaching a hand down to stroke a few sloppy pumps against his cock. it was such a mess - streams ‘n streams of foamy slick everywhere, drizzling down between the cracks of your legs and sticking onto sukuna’s beefy toned thighs. “m’lord.”
“you’re tryin’ me. how dare you defy m- ngh- i’m sensitive.. thereee,” and sukuna shivers beneath you, feeling your tongue glide across his nipples for another time. even still, he’s leaking as you rode him, wrapping your arms around his thick neck. sukuna’s lids were getting heavy - drooping lowly as he hears the wet plaps of your pussy milking him dry.
he’s about to shoot blanks again, and sukuna’s mind actually turns blank once he feels the edges of your teeth nip against his pec. “mmngh-”
“mhm, c’mon ‘kuna. inside,” you whisper, both thighs sloppily sticking together like glue. your cunt’s just so eager, swallowing all of his barbaric hungry pumps until his tip swiiiipes its way near your throbbing clit thrice. spit dribbles from your lips as you speak and he watches, grunting each time his cock twitches inside of you.
you’re making sure to roll your hips - sway after sway, and right as you pinch his other leaking nipple you hear him whine.
sukuna prowls gruffly against your ear, wrapping strong, bulky arms around your waist as your body ruts into his.
his dick’s pouring yet another spumy load of cum and that’s when you started to come to a slow. he’s melting like putty - inside you especially, and sukuna starts to pant as he feels your tongue lick up the last bittersweet-tasting remnants that spill from his chest.
“ugh- such a nasty, ‘lil thing,” he holds the back of your head, darting half-lidded ruddy eyes at you. a thumb glissades over your wet lips and he groans as he sees you giving the tip of his tongue a playful nibble. “wipe that grin off your lips, girl.”
“or what? you gonna lactate again for me?” you tease, stilling your hips as his cock that’s now flaccidly soft, oozes its last final spurts of cum. right away, sukuna shoots you a glowering glare, but it’s more of a pout because he’s already missing your lips wrapped around his swollen, reddened nipples.
only you know his two weakness.
you, and his overly sensitive nipples.
“s- shut up,” he tsks, letting off a hoarse, raspy breath once peeks down and sees the buttery, white ring bubbling around his base. sukuna’s been entirely milked, and judging from him seeping his fangs lightly into your neck to suppress his faint whimpers, he only wanted more. “keep.. just keep . . doin’ that,” and sukuna swallows, gently tracing circles around your thighs with his whetted nails.
“keep suckin’ here,” he gingerly guides your head near the bottom of his pecs - it’s far redder now, glossed with dewdrops of your saliva while it’s still drizzling from the puffed centers. it wasn’t even like sukuna was telling you anymore, he was desperately asking.
“please..”
SUGURU ★ GETO.
“milk me, yeah?” geto raises a ravened brow, his voice almost taunting you. his tone - it’s always as smooth as silk, the type of tone to make your thighs squeeze together in anticipation. it had the perfect amount of rasp with a pinch of slyness too.
as you gave him a smug smile—he’s inhaling, preparing for a deep, heavy breath as he sees you sinking back down on his cock.
it’s pulsing, fluttering around your insides as it disappears between your dripping folds, earning a low scratchy hum from him. “do.. hhah- your worst then,” he raises his head, sweat already tearing from every corner of his sleek forehead.
and oh, you do.
one moment, you’re slamming up and down on his fat cock, the next—you’re riding him in reverse. but not only that. all because of the never-ending rolls of your frenetic hips, you milked geto for hours.
his muscles prominently bulged through all the weighty sides of his cock, and he’s sweating profusely, keeping hooded, darkened eyes fixated on you the entire time.
“ugh-” he’d groan, hiccuping at each popping squelch of your cunt. it sounds so pretty in a way.
between your legs - you were forever vocal, letting off occasional sloshing sounds as you slammed up and down against his cock. geto was just downright big ‘n thick, and every single time, he stretched your orifices open like it was nothing. you’re moaning with him, facing directly in front of him while wispy, hot breaths collide against both open mouths.
“ ‘m not sure if i have enough for you this time, princess,” he jibes, tears of sweat racing down the thin edges of his arched brows. “y- you milked me so good.. mmgh- this new stamina of yours though, ‘m lovin’ it.”
“sugu-” you moan against his mouth, bringing sultry kiss after kiss toward all corners and sides of his twitching, rose-colored lips. speaking of lips, they were dripping with strings of his spit, softly sucking against his quivering lower lip as your ass continued to sway around in a circle.
you’re riding him like you were riding a boat, rocking back and forth with your cunt nearly drowning him from how unapologetically wet you were. “ ‘m close, ‘m so close, suguru.” the frantic, unsteady beats of your heart were starting to pick up and it was so loud that it sounded nearly identical to broken, defeaning speakers.
the bed was much louder than you both, screaming out groans of mercy as its creaks nearly drowned out all lustful moans and grunts that sang through the fogged, steamy air..
“yeaah, yeah- gonna cum on me, pretty girl?” geto groans, cupping a hand around one of your bouncy breasts. you whimpered at his gentle touch, your thighs merely sticking against each other from the remnants of pasty cum. geto’s girth of his dick widely expands inside of your clamping walls, and he could feel your legs trying desperately to not squeeze shut.
leaning his head to level up with your chest— he slides his tongue across ‘n around your sensitive nipples - giving it a nice, proper lick. with a loud ‘pop’ that echo from his lips—geto’s half-open eyes look at you while he’s talking with his mouth stuffed full of one of your tits. “mngh- my horny messy girl wants me to get really fuckin’ milked, hm? ‘s that why she’s bein’ so greedy today?”
as he’s still filling you up with his veiny, big inches, you can feel your tongue starting to salivate from the inside with impatience. “ ‘m cummin’ - hahh, cum with me, sugu pleaseplease,” you’re whining, the curling of your thrusting hips accelerating faster.
your arduous speed had the bed groaning louder, and geto’s grunting in your ear once his base’s feeling fuller than ever. with hot pounds of skin against skin roughly slapping against each other after each second, the two of you felt the same pangs of pleasure and fervent dizziness. “inside, in-fuckin’-siiiide.”
“ay,” he pops his lips away from your tit before giving it its final loving suck, squeezing your cheeks together. “pretty girl, ‘m gonna getcha full again but you better watch that mouth,” geto eyes you, sneaking a wet, hot kiss against your trembling lips. your body’s just drenched with sweat, and his cock’s searching through your insides while locating all the exact spots perfectly.
clit - check! g-spot - check! a-spot - check!
geto’s swollen crown of his cock was wiiiide, and it made sure to give each erogenous spot inside of your pussy its deserved kisses.
big, grabby hands hold onto your jerking waist and he’s winding your hips against his lap while your mind’s turning into straight mush. it’s all thanks to geto bouncing you up ‘n down on his dick that you could barely think straight. the only thing that was thinking in your mind was that you wanted him to fill you up over and fuckin’ over . .
the incoming high was inevitable - heavenly even, and it’s like a rush that never stops overwhelming through your bloodstream. deeply, the sticky prints of his thumbs pierce into your flesh, and you could see his adam’s apple bobbing once he finally cums. at the same time, you finished too and the feeling was simply orgasmic - literally.
another load bubbles into your cunt as your rotating ass comes to a sudden freeze. shared, breathy breaths fall against each pair of lips as your forehead lies against his. “mngh- suguruuu,” you’d moan, shivering once you felt two of his fingers smack against your leaking pussy. you were filled to the very brim, and despite how he’s still inches deep, he wanted to fill you up just a bit more.
you had him primal now, and geto’s smearing his cum all over the opening of your stuffed cunt before stuffing it back inside. “more, d- don’t stop.”
“wasn’t.. going to,” geto grumbles, letting off a soft prowl once he feels the adhesive-like stick of your pussy keeps its hold on him. you’re addicting, and you’re moaning once he suddenly lifts you from his cream-leaking shaft.
with a spurting ‘pop’ sound, he lies you flat on your back, rubbing his achingly cherry-colored tip over your dripping slit. “fuuuck,” he licks his lips, admiring the filthy sight before gathering a wad of spit in his mouth before with a wet ‘ptou’, geto spits riiight on the outer part of your creamy pussy. “nasty ‘till the end, huh,” he clicks his tongue, inching his head down.
“sugu-”
“ah- not a word from you right now, gorgeous. she’s gotta get a few words in too, hm?” and you whined, hearing the brief ‘slap!’ of his palm make direct contact against your pussy. “now spread these pretty legs for me. ‘m kinda.. hah- starved.”
NANAMI ★ KENTO.
“oh, h- hoooney,” nanami hiccups, muscly soft arms wrapping around your rickety torso. he’s holding you close, giving you a secure bear hug as your cunt’s just wetly slapping up and down against his twitching cock. you’re so close up to his chest that you feel two things—nanami’s soft, rounded belly, and the dozens of scattered blond chest hair that painted the entirety of his abdomen like a canvas.
the two of you had been at it for hours, and he was practically sticking against your body. sheets and sheets of sweat glue against both rutted bodies as each of you continued to rock rock rock in unsteady sync. he’s been milked stupidly by you, and a viscous trail of cum continued to stick against your thighs as you moved.
“mng- ‘ken,” you’d breathe thickly, hearing each clashing slap! of your pretty hips slam against his thighs each second. his mind’s empty, tied in knots — and speaking of, nanami was preparing to surprise your stuffed pussy with another big knot of his own..
“t- that’s it, don’t stooop,” and as your voice shakes, you’re arching slightly once his tip massages a loooong pattern through your insides. you’re clamping down hard - swerving your hips around in random directions continuously while gripping his ruffled, checkered tie.
“fuck, f- fuuuck,” and nanami’s starting to trail slender, callused fingers toward the edges of your ass.
you’re bouncy - twisting all round ‘n round while focusing your weight on your knees. as you kept moving—you leaned in, shyly biting into his neck. “hah- kentoooo,” you whimper, cutely dragging out his name. his tip thrashing against your g-spot’s got you sounding more dramatic than usual. sneaking four torrid, wet kisses against his slick-spit lips. “c.. can you gimme one more?”
“at this rate, ‘m gonna get you pregnant again too,” he gutturally whispers in response, a hand gently pressing onto your tummy. nanami’s just inside you sooo deep — sooo nice ‘n snug that his thumb swirls across the very center of your stomach before feeling a familiar bulge.
browned, warm eyes look into your eyes before he sighs. “feel that, honey? that’s.. me,” he grunts, talking over your sweet, repetitive wantons of whines. as nanami grabs a nice handful of your ass with his free hand, he nibbles against your earlobe. “but- if my wife wants me to.. fill her up once more, i won’t mind.”
you gasped once nanami suddenly lifted you with care — careful not to hurt you, treating you like a porcelain doll. his roughly-textured hands place you on the flat of the mattress before he’s already aligning his cream-covered tip against your slobbering cunt.
“mhh- how many are we gonna try to make t- this time, sweetheart?” he stammers lowly, smacking his angry vermillion-colored crown against your pussy. he’s met with wet squelch sounds in response from below, and nanami licks his lips before delving his way back inside your compressing entrance. “o.. one? two.. threeee?”
with a pout, your legs were already violently shaking — struggling pathetically, hopelessly trying to stay open but to no avail.
once nanami’s making love to you again. he’s pinning both of your knees up to your chest. “just.. just don’t miss, ‘ken.” you whimper, your voice cracking with each bumpy syllable that slips from your lips. he’s puncturing you deeply with each thrust as if he had some kind of purpose.
deep, deep thrusts..
nanami’s using all vigor of hips - pounding into your precious pussy, dragging out moan after moan from your raw, straining larynx. it was starting to sound a bit hoarse—and each time you swallowed, nanami’s thrusts were more precise.
“b.. baby, you’re really.. hah- gonna.. milk me,” he groans, feeling the back of his thighs starting to gradually tighten. his face buries between your chest, lolling his tongue out before getting a subtle taste of your bouncy tits. “hngh- ‘m gonna get this pretty belly so round, gonna make you a pretty wife again and an even prettier mama.” and as he continues to speak, nanami’s feeling your nails pierce into the ridden flesh of his skin.
“f- fuuuck me, kento. pleasepleaseee, gimme another baby,” you’d whimper, your voice shifting from normal to shaky as his hips start to strike into your very core. he’s fucking you stupid, and he’s also getting dumb himself all thanks to your pussy taking the fatal, wet blows.
it was just something about your warmth. your cunt - it always hugged him, gifting him with a slick hotness he could never put into actual words..
you’re clinging onto nanami tightly - showing your body just how ‘bestial’ his hips could be as he continues to drill into your sobbing pussy. it’s so wet, and he hears it all too. the sweet ‘lil cries that were sounding more like pathetic squelches of mercy, and your chants of his name forming in inaudible babbles were just the icing on the cake.
“mngh- upsie-daisy, honey,” nanami groans, gently pushing your legs over your head. now, he’s got a straight view of your face that’s just covered with glistening sweat. the more nanami’s pupils dilate at the pure sight of you — his beloved wife, he sees how you’re just effortlessly kissed by the sun’s rays that shined near the bedroom window. pangs of pleasure coarse through your veins and his, and nanami’s just about at his very limit.
once he cums for the nth time - it’s even thicker than before. his rounded belly laid flat against your chest with his blond happy trail tickling against your tummy. you’re whimpering, covering his back with scratches before he pops a velvety, hot knot deep inside of your greedy cunt.
“mhm,” you’d coo out in satisfied surprise, hearing nanami’s breath hitch against the lobe of your ear. a lot of it dribbles out of you, pouring down to your hole and staining into the sage-colored bedsheets. nanami’s hips pause, and he’s just allowing you to milk him dry, filling you gallon after gallon with cum.
“a- again,” you’d mewl airily with a pouted puckered out lip, bringing a leg to wrap around his waist. nanami’s got a timid smile, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. of course you wanted more.
nanami wriggles his hips ever so slightly, making sure he had all of his load stuffed inside of your dripping pussy before caressing your right cheek with his thumb lovingly.
“my, and i thought my breeding kink was bad during this time of year,” and as he’s still inside of you, you moaned, feeling nanami’s cock pop its way out between your puffy-drooled slit before sliding its way back in. those loud sloshing sounds of your slippery pussy was so carnal - and he could just listen to it all day.
you couldn’t help but gasp again, feeling nanami lift your legs behind your head before giving you a long, fervent-tasting kiss. “but fine, one - hah, more.. load for the pretty wife comin’ right up..”
SATORU ★ GOJO.
“h- hoooly.. fuckin’ shiiiit, baby,” satoru hisses, drawing in drafty breath after breath as he watches the fat of your ass slam back against his sticky, meaty thighs for the zillionth time.
constantly, you’re placing all your weight down into your knees as your hips rocked and rocked. satoru leans back, holding back sultry-sounding moans as his leaking tip sloppily swipes a wet stripe up ‘n down the opening hood of your clit.
he’s in so deep, and he’s still trying to get over his most recent release. “look at her - so fuckin’ sloppy,” satoru puckers his lips, letting off a teasing low ‘ooooh’ once he ogles down at the translucently white ring that wraps around his cock. it coats all nth-inches of his shaft as he’s still weakly thrusting his hips up against your pussy that’s thrusting riiiight back down.
he hears the rubber streeetch at each pumping thrust and it’s just so loud. with a loud ‘snap!’ it ends up breaking mid-thrust.
polished, peach-colored lips of his tremble at the electrifying friction of striking skin and he grunts throatily once his cum-covered tip swerves its way past your clit be for jackhammering a single thrust near your g-spot. “mmngh- ‘toru, fuck,” you’d whine out a gargled sob, wobbling your lurching ass back into his bare lap. as you bring a hand toward the back of your rear, you spread the left cheek apart before arching a bit more forward. “s.. satoru- might..hhaah- as well.. take it off before you cum.”
it didn’t take much for him to realize the ‘it’ you wanted to be taken off — was the broken rubber. by now, it’s probably stuffed with satoru’s cum from previous rounds, but you only imagined how much better he’d feel raw..
“heeeh- and you call me the nasty one in the relationship,” he grunts, brushing a thumb down your dripping pussy. your rhythm was as slow as ever, and his sapphire-shaded irises just couldn’t depart from your body. not for a single second. you still had your panties on too—but the grey string was pulled to the side, all thanks to satoru.
you moaned at the touch of his wiry, padded thumb gliding a straight line down your sopping-wet pussy. with a single hand, satoru snatches the clear, sticky condom off his cock - hearing the subtle ‘riiiip’ noise occur from his current action.
“f.. fuuuck,” satoru groans, raising your hips for a second then removed the broken rubber. he’s damn close - soso close, and his jaw tightens. as it’s now removed from around the entirety of his length, it leaves a bit of printing ring around the lower part of his dick, and a prominent vein shoots its way up his skin once the cool air hits it. “baby- ‘m not gonna last long if ‘m gonna.. hah- finish inside you raw, y’know.”
with a roused hum leaving from your pursed lips, you give your ass a cute spank before wriggling your dripping cunt against satoru’s flushed, ruby tip. “good. finish inside, baby,” and satoru’s breath gets caught in his throat once he sees your fingers spreading the lower dripping lips of your pussy apart. “riiiight in here, fill me up, s- satoru.”
your filthy, needy words against his ear slid from your lips so smooth like honey. he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you — more importantly, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your pretty, jostling ass. it’s almost taunting him with the way it moves ‘n wriggles around his pelvis in an alluring circle. “ffuck, baby. know t- that’s right, ride that fuckin’ dick- ngh-” and a whine rips straight from his throat once he sees you slooowly arching inward.
his tip wetly slides its way from between your sniveling cunt as you bent forward - letting him view the dried-up stringy strands of cum that were glued against your sprawled apart thighs.
“mhmm,” you bite back a moan through clenched teeth, wrapping a hand around his veiny cock. you align yourself back on his dick, and his veins immediately malfunction from the sheer hot rawness of your slick, weeping pussy. “pussy’s all yours ‘toru,” you hummed, hearing his gasping ‘oh shiiiit’ ‘s huff out from his lips once he’s bottoming out again.
“f- fuckin’ damn right she is,” he grumbles, reclining himself back, giving your left cheek a whacking spank. you’re moaning once your jolty hips start up again, riding him in reverse with your ass hitting back against his lap repeatedly. with how impactful you slammed back into his lap, each rigid bounce of your ass was just seismic - and satoru’s just … about … there.
he’s hearing ring after ring in his ears, and it’s got his empty mind going for a whirl. your pussy was just ruthless - almost unfair at how good you milked him each time. satoru’s ethereal icy-like pupils that were fully dilated mindlessly lulled to the back of his head. “god- ‘m gonna give you another,” he moans, hearing those same smack smack smacks of your cunt messily pounce back into his lap. the way you rode him in backward oh-so flawlessly, - it was just so… risqué.
the enticingly, saturated grip your pussy had on satoru’s cock was enough to make him drool. as skin continued to rude crudely clash into each other at full speed—creating a sharp unforgettable collision, and it was not long before satoru’s bursting blanks yet again.
this time though - actually inside you.
a looooong, raspy groan scratches from his throat but it’s sounding a bit more high-pitched if anything. he’s inside you raw - finishing inside you raw, and satoru’s gripping your ass with one hand while whining your name into your neck.
“mhm-hm, good girl, oh- s.. shiiit ‘s still comin’,” he breathes deeply, seconds after dumping a fresh buttery load of cum inside. as he’s spasming underneath you—his thighs felt glued to the mattress, and his knot floods into your cum-filled pussy. “damn.. she’s.. hah- more of a slut than you are, look at it spillin’ all out.. f- fuuck, baby-”
“don’t stop now, satoru,” you’d hold in between raucous breaths, still feeling his lustrously, syrupy cum trickling inside of you.
it shoots deep deep deep - pouring into your womb in thick, slimy molasses. satoru’s staring the entire time, bright-eyed ‘n bushy-tailed practically, melting at the way your cunt swallows all ribbons of his seed as if its thirst was finally quenched. well - almost.
“mng- one more, baby,” and he grunts, feeling your ass playfully rooooll into another circling toss. your pussy slaps back down against his cum-oozing tip before you hunch over his lap once again. “ ‘toruuu, one more.”
“my girl’s never satisfied, huh,” satoru dryly laughs, squinting to get a clear good look at your pussy that’s just overflowed with ropes and ropes of velvety, hot cum. for a split second - satoru pulls out, in awe at the sight of his cum streams out your slick orifices. it’s so creamy, and he moaned, still feeling the intensity of his body as his tip silently aching to give you another fill.
your back’s still prettily arched over to a certain degree—and you crane your neck slightly to give him a frisky simper as he continues to play between your thighs. “especially h.. her too,” and satoru’s thumb swipes up a few remains of his cum that wetly sobbed down the slot of your entrance. after a while, he’s even starting to hear his jagged breathing pick up before he aligns his florid-colored tip between your slit again.
as you’re holding in choked moans by biting the inside of your cheek, satoru sits up—making you lean allll the way forward until your cheek’s pressed into the cushioned pillow.
you’re not riding him anymore - instead, he wanted to see the pretty view from behind this time.
“hah- f- fine then,” and he’s grunting, poking his tip in ‘n out of your pearly, drooling pussy before slickly easing it into place. “gotta show this pussy wha- o- ooooh fuck, ‘m cummin’ a-again.”
CHOSO ★ KAMO.
“oh! my fans love you, baby, look.” choso timidly grins, holding in a guttural groan each time your ass steeply bounces right back into his lap.
the room was dim with hardly any light except for the exception of choso’s multi-colored monitor that flashed with pretty colors of LED lights. his stream mostly included the dedicated audience of his 6.9k viewers who usually spammed his chats with thousands upon thousands of lewd, unserious comments all at once.
it was mainly comments specifically saying how you’re just so pretty, how they wish they were you, and egging you on to make choso whine just a liiiitle bit more.
“h.. hi, chat,” you’d huff out in jagged breaths. all you took was a single side glance toward his set-up, but you were sure that thanks to his special guest - he was about to reach 7k viewers within no time.
choso liked including you in his streams—it’s usually not with you riding him, but you were more than willing to entertain his viewers for a little while. he was celebrating a milestone, and the best gift he could’ve ever got was you - you and your dangerous, rocking hips that he was forever obsessed with.
every few seconds, he’d hear that re-occurring ‘ping!’ notification whenever someone donated.
your ass moved like water — so perfect.
your body - it sensually rocked against choso’s lap as your feverishly wet lips pressed against the crook of his neck. “mhm- ‘y always make me feel s.. so good,” he shivers at your lukewarm touch, taking a few blurred peers at the gleamingly-bright screen that shined back into his face.
“hey- look at me,” you’d coo, pressing clammy hands at each side of his face. tousled, inky-shaded strands slit down the corners of his forehead before he meets your gaze. instantaneously, choso softens at your touch, letting off a sweet whine once your thumb rubs against the scarred bridge of his nose.
“they’re not riding you, i am, choso,” and right at that exact moment, your cunt lets out a sobbing wet squelch that makes all jolting limbs judder in an elated frenzy. “so let’s give ‘em a show, hm?”
“y- yes, mommy.” choso locks eyes with you, his pupils dilating and he’s hearing the booming loud sounds of his heart thump-thump-thumping straight out of his bare sweat-covered chest.
“mommy?” you tease at the sudden term.
“b.. baby, i mean.” he grunts, one of his hands fishing down toward the lower part of your jerking ass.
he’s so impatient - so eager to just give you another one of his loads. choso’s stream’s probably been running for about a good two and a half hours—and with the way you were riding him, he didn’t ever want you to stop.
your hips were gonna make choso fall in love all over again. embarrassingly enough, choso’s face heats up at his sudden slip up of calling you ‘mommy’ but he couldn’t lie, the moment he called you that, he felt the tip of his dick twitch in rousing thrill.
pound, after pound, after fuckin’ pound. .
by this point — you were the one fucking choso, and he didn’t even mind at all. he’s louder than you, his gruff whines and whimpers turned more melodic at each cute cracking strain. “pleaaase- please, fuck me, fuuuck me- milk me.” he starts to ramble, gasping once you lightly push him flat back against the pillow.
his fall from your playful shove was soft - not as soft as your insides though. your pussy’s just squeezing onto him, preparing to wring him dry like a wet, soggy towel.
choso’s tongue lolls out his mouth and he’s panting rapidly like a dog - moaning once you attack sloppy, unkempt kisses onto his bitten, raw lips.
they’re a hot pink, glossed with saliva and he’s even starting to drool from the very corners all because of your slippery, hot pussy trying to suffocate his cock with your gripping warmth. “hng- good boy, ‘cho. let your fans hear you,” you whisper, bringing your trail of kisses toward the lower part of his bottom lip. then, you reach toward his chin, giving the tubby part of skin a playful nibble. “cum again for me, choso. ‘s okay.”
the piles of donations continue - loudly pinging, and his chat’s just being flooded with even more thirsty, needy fans direly wishing they were in your place or hell - maybe even being in choso’s place instead. .
“ ‘m cumming- hold me, baby, ‘m fuckinnn’-” and he gets cut off, feeling the lower half of his body erupt into such final stages of utter rapture.
he’s so hot that it feels like an active volcano, and in reality—the magma is his cum—hotly spurting inside of you, bubbling in thick, frothy bubbles before oozing right back out. you’re both moaning in sync, and choso’s face is just shading into a ripe shade of vibrant red as he’s letting out such a large load.
he’s awkwardly clinging onto your hips the entire time as he holds you close, and he takes one single peek at his chat that’s still virtually cheering him on in the background.
‘choso my goat finally getting some pussy? 2025 is off to a great start!’
‘she is sooo hot.’
‘me when me when me when.’
even though the majority of them were clowning him like always - he grumps, shifting his focus back towards you as he’s still pumping in such viscid, milky ropes.
you’re slowing down finally, rolling your hips around before coming to a halt as you’re whimpering into his neck. choso’s got a sleazy grin - and oh, he was the literal epitome of pussy drunk. he’s filled you up so much that it got to his head, and his clingy hold against your ass never left.
in fact, he squeezes it tighter - giving it a soft spank before shyly burying his face in between your tits - his comfort place. “can we.. do that again?” he pouts, hissing once he feels the mere non-existent bouncing of your hips.
already - he’s missed it, but he was still giving you a fresh nice ‘n hot creampie so it’s not like choso was one to complain.
he’s bringing his thin-pressed lips up to yours before kissing you, whining impatiently against your mouth as you contemplated a reply. “i- i want you to milk me again-” and he reaches in, shutting his laptop.
“hhaah- with no one watching this time. just us. p.. please, mommy?”
TOJI ★ FUSHIGURO.
“f- fuck, didn’t know a pretty thing like you knew how to ride s- so fuh- fuuuck,” toji stammers over his words, getting rudely cut off by the clashing slams of your whetted, brutal hips.
toji slouches further back in his rocking chair before raising his pinched front cowboy hat. its jet-black — flawlessly matching his eyes, and a piece of straw stuck from between his scarred lips. tilting his hat downward, he gets a picture-perfect view of your pretty, perked ass riding him ‘round in reverse.
toji’s full weighted base was stacked - just pumped and stuffed with so many milky, dewy wads. it’s been rounds - and you’ve already milked him to the max. but you wanted to milk him again, and again, and again..
at first, toji thought you were interested in milking the actual cows in his feedlots - but oh, you wanted to milk him instead.
“mhm- what’s.. the matter, cowboy?” you breathe, bringing your hands to hold onto his knees for leverage. you heard the clanking loud clanks of toji’s cowboy boots occasionally slam into the dusted ground. your cunt’s just feral at this point, and he’s grunting hoarsely as he sees your body ride him better than you did of any of his horses. “too much stamina for you? maybe i should.. hah- slow down.”
“quiet, ‘lil girl,” he hisses at you, swatting a black-gloved hand at the rotating globe of your ass. with just a rippling smack, your skin instantly jiggles at the contact of his palm and it makes his dick twitch inside you. speaking of, his crowned tip - it’s an angry, carmine shade of red that’s akin to a pepper. the tight-fitted mahogany-colored chaps that toji wore were loosely pulled down, his jangling buckle barely hanging on to his slim waist. “don’t slow down. better ride me good, atta girlie— fuuckk.”
despite how toji was trying his hardest to keep up his prim façade - he knew, he was no match for your sweet, sweet cunt..
“mng- now now, darlin’ . . fuck,” he brings two thick fingers up toward the dip part of his hat as ravened skinny bangs nearly shield his emerald eyesight. your hips had more horsepower than anything, and he’s clenching his jaw at the same time as you’re clenching down on his throbbing cock.
toji felt soooo full, fuller than he’s ever been—and he’s hearing those slippery, sloppy sloshes sing away from your pussy like a lewd western tune of its own.
your ass was sharp and very, very precise. just one smack against his wet lap and toji’s losing all sorts of a train of thought. “good- good fuckin’ girl, put those h…hips-” he lowly purrs, pausing for a second to swallow. “put those hips ‘ta work for me. ride me then- make me proud, heh- cowgiiiirl.”
but once toji gets a wild wild wild taste of cloying overstim - it’s fuckin’ over.
your hips were disgusting - in every best way possible. it didn’t take long at all for his smug act to tear away though, and now, you had an utterly milked-out cowboy right underneath you.
he’s been ringed dry, and he’s probably pumped out such webby masses of cum inside of your pussy. you felt so stuffed, and toji’s barely able to keep up with your stamina. your constant bouncing had him dizzy - and you watched as his hat fell from the crown of his head, falling to the pile of hay that surrounded you both near the wooden century-old chair.
“hng- fuck,” he groans huskily, clicking his tongue at the sharp swats of your clapping ass. his turgid cock’s stretched inside you through ‘n though, and with a single, stretchy thrust - he’s french kissing his way near your convulsing g-spot. he hits that same spot thrice - not once, not two - but thrice, and he sees how your mind’s already starting to go blank just from your cute dumbfounded expression. “h.. heh, what’s the matter, darlin’? no more horsepo- ngh-”
as your ass kept up its crazed pace of slamming up ‘n down on his heavy shaft, you wrapped a hand around toji’s throat. the milked-out cowboy eyes you intently, feeling your soft hand slide around the fabric of his verdant-colored bandana. “less talking, more hahh- milkin’.” you moan, giving his neck a slight squeeze. toji lets out a moan - a slutty one at that, and you spot that glint in his eye.
he’s always been one for a challenge, especially a pretty ‘lil cowgirl who dared to compete with him in riding.
in the background - it’s just the faint sounds of bellowing moos and neighs from the animals nearby in the other stalls. as toji’s wholly milked out, his meaty thighs felt like they were permanently stuck against yours like velcro.
he’s at an utter loss of words—quietly groaning as your cunt swallows up every drop, greedily demanding more and more fills. “f- fuck, y’er quite the rider,” he breathes, burying the soles of his boots into the ground. “ugh- ‘m gonna c.. cum again, doll- shit.”
with your hips purposely stuttering over his lap, toji's head sexily tilts back to a certain degree. you gawk as his black lashes flutter - and he’s feeling each vigorous slam of your ass pound back into his naturally sculptured pelvis. toji’s groaning, running his gloved fingers up your waist, trying oh-so-hard to control the movement of your hips but failing miserably.
“inside again,” you moaned, rubbing your thumb near the lump that grew inside of his throat. toji’s mushroomy-flushed tip was just redly swollen, throbbing sporadically, and on the verge of being emptied once again, and if he wasn’t pussy-drunk then - he definitely was now.
“mngh- better h- hold on, m’lady,” toji grunts, gripping your ass firmly. he hears the latex of his gloves squeaaak against your jarring flesh, and he’s letting off continuous hoarse ‘phew’ ‘s as your sloppy cunt prepares to milk him again.
you’re rolling your waist ‘round in a whirring circle like it’s going for a spin, making sure to focus your weight in the centers of your knees. while the skin continues to pierce against skin in such a loud manner - your pussy’s just sobbing from each sloppy thrust.
toji heard it too - and his dicks’s almost sympathetic, gifting it a few syrupy ‘love taps’ with its tip as it concludes its final sloppy hits.
once toji cums - he cums hard.
he’s shooting yet another thick batch inside of you raw, feeling your quavery thighs clamp shut as he’s filling you to the utmost brim. it’s parchingly hot, and toji’s seed gradually travels its way deep into your womb. “hhah- atta girl, thereeee w- we go,” he groans, still having his fingers dug into the soft globes of your ass. you’re panting just as much as he was, and your mouth suddenly grows dry once toji’s cum starts to dribble out in cottony, satiny clumps.
for once - he’s speechless, and toji’s barely able to keep his eyes open. perhaps this time, he’s really milked out because his cock inside of you felt like it was floating. his tip’s still leaking from all reddened sides but in very small amounts, and he’s holding onto your waist with the piece of straw still sticking out from between his scarred lips. “ngh- maybe i was wrong about ‘cha, doll. you- you can ride damn good, that’s for sur-”
“i didn’t say stop, cowboy,” you bite the end of the wheat with your teeth, picking up his cowboy hat and placing it on top of your head. “c’mon, one more.. hah- riding session for the road, huh?”
with a sly, crooked smile, toji scoffs, beads of sweat streaming down all corners of his face. the overgrown bangs of hair that stuck against his forehead were all muggy from the various rounds that occurred - giving him a bit of a greasy look as his skin ricocheted against the sun’s bright rays.
“h.. heh,” and he gives your ass its final spank, the leather of his glove tickling against your flesh before he tilts his cowboy hat that remained tilted on your head. “yes ma’am.”
the first time he got you high, you were 10x more tired than usual.
“breathe in baby.” connie coaxes you, holding your jaw in his hands gently. you inhale a bit, waiting on the small squeeze connie’s supposed to give you to signal your exhale.
“out.” he whispers, you breathe out and slump slowly against his chest. “you feel better, baby?” he asks you, playing with your curls. you were upset about something your friend had said, making you on edge to where you could barely sleep. “m-mhm…” you hum, your breathing falling into a rhythm as you relaxed into your boyfriend’s chest, your eyes falling shut.
“goodnight, my sleepy girl.”
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sum short and sweet, i love this troupe and im definitely writing more (and mechanic choso)
Warnings/Tags: afab/female reader, tipsy!reader, soft!Bokuto, established relationship, pet names, teasing, needy!Bokuto, pussy drunk!Bokuto, praise kink, pussy eating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18
Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Female Reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
“Ko,” Your voice comes out low, almost a whisper, as you look up at Bokuto while you sit on the edge of your guys’ bed, hands behind you as support, and you angle your head to the side—your hair falling over one shoulder.
Bokuto hums as he lifts one brow, looking down at you from the bridge of his nose with a small smile adorning his lips, and he crosses his arms to clutch the bottom hem of his shirt to take it off—leaving his chest bare.
And your stomach clenches at the sight of him half naked already.
“Yes, darling?”
Your answering smile is slow and syrupy, and your lashes flutter as you blink up at him. “‘m tipsy.”
Bokuto snorts, affectionately, and drops to his haunches in front of where you’re sitting—and he looks up at you with a teasing grin. “Are you, now?”
His hands—so rough and warm and huge—come to hold onto the back of your exposed calves, sliding his hands up and down in a soothing gesture that makes you shiver. “Did my baby drink too much wine tonight?”
You two were celebrating tonight.
Bokuto just won a very important match.
You just received news that you got into your dream university to do your master's.
It was something worth dressing nice for the night—with Bokuto in a fitted black turtleneck that hugged his frame so deliciously well, and black dress pants with a belt.
You had on a simple black dress that hugged your waist in a way that Bokuto couldn’t stop admiring—with your cleavage teasing him with thin straps and the dress running no longer than just below your knees.
A fancy restaurant was what you both decided to go to—and they were serving alcohol so—
You two shared a bottle of wine.
Except you drank more than he did.
And now it’s making an impact on you as your head grows fuzzy and liquid warmth spreads through your body.
You whine, your head feels loopy and there’s a warm ache beginning to grow more intense between your thighs, and you frown as you look down at Bokuto. “You let me drink all that wine.”
Bokuto’s chuckle is breathy, and he moves one hand down your left calf until his fingers wrap around your ankle, and he uses that to hold your foot in place as his other hand comes down to slip off your heel. “You seemed to be enjoying it more than I was.”
He sets your shoe aside, and moves onto the other foot, giving your shin a soft kiss as he takes the other high heel off. “And you’re cute when you’re tipsy, my love.”
You let out a huff, but you can’t be too annoyed by it.
Not when you feel a nice buzz underneath your skin, and Bokuto’s touches feel so delicate and hot on your legs that it makes you shiver and melt.
Plus—he always treats you well if you have some alcohol in your system.
You never have to worry.
Just like tonight.
You pout. “Shut up.”
But Bokuto simply smiles against your shin, and moves to brush his lips up your leg, murmuring in that playful low voice of his with a hum, “I don’t think I will.”
You let loose a small breath, although it’s a little shaky because of the way Bokuto’s lips feel brushing over your leg—his breath fanning against you as he spreads goosebumps over your skin.
It has you squirming, your thighs tensing, and you bite on your lower lip as his mouth travels closer and closer to your inner thigh—
“Your legs are so soft,” Bokuto murmurs, lifting your dress with his hands to expose your panties, and you suck in a sharp breath at the cool air slapping your skin.
“Ko,” You whimper, and he looks up at you—and his eyes widen a little at how you’re looking at him.
Eyes big, and foggy, and your red-painted lips parted with soft breaths leaving you.
“You okay?” He asks, voice coming out velvety soft, and you nod.
Then he squeezes your thighs, his mouth just inches away from your panties. “You want me to stop, love?”
God—no.
You just feel so hot and it’s doing things to you.
And it doesn’t help when you have the image of him kneeling in front of you like that—with his head right between your legs.
It gets you heady, feeling a little overwhelmed, and the wine in your system isn’t doing anything to quell that heat in your lower belly.
You shake your head. “N-no.”
And that’s all Bokuto needs to hear as he lets a smile crawl on his lips and leans forward to give your clit a delicate kiss over your panties. “Good.”
He darts out his tongue and slides it from bottom to top over your covered slit, a rumble in his voice. “Because I need to taste you, baby.”
He’s so unbelievable sometimes that it makes you want to shake your head in disbelief.
Leave it to him to become drunk not off wine like you—but by your sweet little cunt that he just loves to have his mouth on whenever he gets the chance.
Not that you mind, obviously.
Bokuto nestles his face right between your thighs, and you feel his cheeks and hair brush against your inner thighs as he kisses your folds and clit over the thin fabric you have on, getting your panties soaked as he licks and licks, groaning and digging his thumbs into your plush thighs.
“God—” You moan, your eyes rolling back, and you buck your hips up to get more—because it’s not enough when your underwear is in the way.
“Feels good?” He mumbles against your covered pussy, making you shiver, and you nod as you breath out heavily.
“Mhm—”
“Can I take these off, baby?”
You almost let out a frustrated breath at that question alone as your nodding quickens, almost desperately fast, as you pant and fist the sheets. “Please—fuck, Ko—please—”
He chuckles, endeared. “I know, love,” and he doesn’t wait a second longer as he tugs on the waistband of your panties, and you lift your hips to help him as he slides them down, tossing them aside.
“Shit,” He groans at the sight of your pussy—bare and wet—and he licks his lips before locking eyes with you, his smile is serene and mirthful as he grazes his lips over your sensitive clit. “You’re always needy when you drink wine, baby.”
Your eyelids grow heavy, and you feel heat flush in your cheeks as he hooks his palms under the back of your knees, and pushes your legs up to have them rest over his broad shoulders—
Then his tongue goes to lick your pussy from bottom to top—the tip of his tongue flicking at your swollen clit—
And you let out a sharp gasp as everything inside you bursts into honeyed pleasure.
“Always taste so good for me,” Bokuto groans against your cunt, running the flat of his wet tongue up and down your slit, licking your folds and the skin around it, tasting you with his eyes rolling back. “So fucking good baby, goddamn—”
And it’s a lot.
So much so that you fall back onto the bed, your back sinking into the cushion, and you throw an arm over your head—feeling so dizzy and heated—as your other hand cards through his hair, moaning.
His tongue is thorough.
If it isn’t teasing your clit—it’s dipping inside you, flexing in ways a finger can’t—fucking you with his tongue as he holds onto your thighs, eating you out like this is for his pleasure more than it is for you.
And Bokuto watches you through half-lidded eyes—how your face changes with every flick of his tongue, how your pretty little mouth opens with small moans, how your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathing as he licks and sucks your pussy over and over until you’re dripping everywhere, coating his chin and your thighs with your fluids.
“Can you cum on my tongue for me, baby?” Bokuto is breathless when he pulls back, kissing and nipping your inner thigh, before going back to lap at your drooling slit like he’s fucking thirsty. “I want to feel you, baby, you’re so good for me.”
You sob out another gasp when you feel his warm lips wrap around your clit to suck on it, his tongue teasing the underside of it as he hollows his cheeks, seemingly determined to make you lose your mind and any sense of your body almost immediately.
And—
“Fuck, fuck, Ko—!”
Your orgasm hits you as if a cord inside you suddenly snapped—and your knuckles turn white with how hard you’re gripping onto his hair, your vision going blurry and your cheeks are on fire as heat explodes from your pussy and throughout your entire body.
Your legs shake around his head, squeezing him, and—
And Boktuo moans, low and needy, as he works you through it—licking whatever juices gush out of your throbbing pussy, his mouth sucking over your oversensitive clit as you cum on his tongue like the good girl that you are.
“There you go, darling,” Bokuto purrs, lapping you up like a dog eager to please its master, and he huffs out a fan of warm air against your sensitive pussy—making it flinch as he kisses it. “Such a good pussy, baby.”
And what he says next—makes you want to almost cry because—
“Can you give me one more?” He’s panting against you as if he’s the one who just had an orgasm, and you make a sound at the back of your throat as you look at him—disbelief written all over your features.
But Bokuto smiles against your cunt, his tongue doing little zig-zags over your soaked slit until he works his way up to your abused clit—undulating his tongue against it to make you whimper in overstimulation, heat stinging your core and an ache in your pussy beginning to slowly grow again. “I just need one more, you taste too good, baby.”
He’s insane.
But you must be just as crazy to agree—even if it hurts a little—as he eats your sloppy pussy out, getting him drunk on it, until you’re cumming with a cry straight from your lungs, and fluids squirt on his face that has him growing so fucking light-headed with how hard he is.
And he’s definitely not done with you for the night.
Because like you said—he takes good care of you when you’re tipsy.
Hello! I'm new to this but have you ever thought about any of your favorite characters while they're in the act and you look down at a certain part and they're so big on you that it scares you but they're pretty sure it could fit.I don't know if you could write something like that, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.
hellooo, absolutely love this prompt so much ty for this ♡
men that make it fit | 18+
warnings/tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, size difference, fingering, pet names, praise kink, squirting, raw sex, implied multiple orgasms, large cocks ♡
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Big men who just cover your entire body with theirs when they’re on top of you.
Guys who make you feel so small when you’re on their lap, their hands are so damn big that they can cover your entire waist, legs, and hands—practically engulfing you.
Big men that just pin you to the mattress while making out with you, they’re so strong without needing to try, and you probably should feel scared by the difference in strengths but god—you feel so secure.
And you know he’ll take care of you even if he can hurt you sometimes—never on purpose unless you want it—because of how massive he is.
Guys who feel just a little bad when they hear you cry from them pushing their thick fingers inside you—stretching your poor cunt and making you leak all over his hand as he curls his fingers inside your plush walls, coaxing out a throbbing orgasm from you.
“Such a sweet little thing for me,” You hear him murmur, watching as your face twists with pleasure, and he can see the slight worry in your eyes as he fucks you with his fingers. “My baby is taking me so well already.”
But can you take his cock?
Fuck—what if it’s too big?
It must be—his fingers are already too much for you—his dick will be nearly impossible to fit inside you.
“You think you can be good and take my cock?” You whine, feeling heady and muddy as he pins both of your hands above your head on the bed, while his other hand continues to twist and curl inside you, his thumb pressing and rubbing your swollen clit. “I want to feel my favourite pussy, sweetheart.”
But you suck in a shaky breath, eyes wide and scared because you know you can’t fit all of him in, and he chuckles breathlessly as he kisses your lips so softly, making you melt against him.
“Don’t be scared,” He kisses your cheek, then gives your trembling lower lip a gentle pull with his mouth, trying to get you relaxed as he strums his fingers through your sopping folds, his voice low and deceptively soothing. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay?”
He always is—and that’s the thing.
No matter how gentle he tries to be—he still ends up stretching you so wide that you think you might actually split in half, the sting of him inside you being too much that you cry sometimes.
He kisses you, and reassures you, hand running up and down your body to spread goosebumps all over your skin.
Then he’s pushing his pants off to let his fat cock bounce free—it lands on your belly, all hot and heavy, and your breath hitches as electricity sparks through your body—and your heart rate doubles with every passing moment, just waiting for him to stuff you with his cock.
“Relax for me,” He says while guiding his dick to slide between your plush pussy, letting your slick folds hug his length and coat them in juices as he rocks his hips—his cock head bumping against your clit every time his hips are flushed against yours.
“You feel that, baby?” Your lashes flutter, your eyes half-lidded as he works you up, making your cunt pulse as he glides his heavy cock over it. “You’re gonna be so good and fit all of me, okay?”
You gulp, but you still nod—because you want to be good for him.
You want to feel him and make him feel good.
And he watches you, focused, taking in every twitch of your features as he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you—his eyes alight with heat when he sees the way your mouth pops open with a gasp, already feeling the intense stretch of him.
“You’re okay, baby,” he shushes you, sliding his hands under your thighs to guide them around his waist, and you whine as you hook your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, sloppily kissing him as he waits for you to adjust. “You feel so tight already—fuck—”
He groans, his voice vibrating against you, and you begin to breathe heavily as he pushes his fat cock into you—making you feel every agonizing inch as your pussy struggles to swallow him whole.
“I—“ Your sentence gets cut short as you choke, already feeling him in your lungs and he’s only halfway in, “I can’t—”
“You can,” One of his hands comes up to swipe a fallen tear on your cheek with his thumb, while his other hand pins you to the bed by the waist. “I know you can, baby, you always did before.”
Which is true—you always did but—
It’s just so fucking big—holy shit—
You bite your lip, and your eyes squeeze shut as you try your hardest to relax—your fluids being pushed out as he lodges his dick inside your warm, plush walls, causing a wet mess all over your thighs and bed.
You hold him as if you’re clinging onto dear life—taking all of him as he kisses you through it—until his hips finally press against your ass, his cock so deep that your limbs grow numb and you swear you can orgasm already.
“There you go, sweetheart,” He purrs, waiting a moment as your pussy throbs around him, feeling abused and soaked, and he smiles down at you so achingly soft. “Taking me all like a good girl for me.”
Then he pulls back—
“Oh god—” And you keen when he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock along your walls, and he sets a pace of fucking you—getting you wet and your eyes to roll back as he becomes greedy with your pussy.
“Look, baby,” He grunts, thrusting his cock in and out, his length coming out slick and creamy from your arousal, and he grips your face—fingers squishing your cheeks—to make you look down. “Look how well you’re taking me.”
Your vision is foggy, you’re barely able to comprehend anything except for the dick inside your sore cunt, and you blink blearily as you try to look at what he wants you to see and—
Fuck.
You watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, his girth forcing its way into you—and you let out a shaky breath at the way you’re taking it all in.
Just like he said you would.
“Told you I’ll make it fit, sweetheart, I always do,” You hear him murmur, and you force yourself to relax into a ragged breath as your limps melt into the mattress beneath you.
You feel like you’re being split in half as he fucks you over and over, bringing you higher and higher until you’re cumming all over him—gushing out liquid as you squirt on his cock with a wet moan, his name on your tongue—
And he takes good care of you throughout it all. His aftercare overwhelms you with cuddles of love and affirmation.
He loves you too much, anyway.
End.
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ur not even that small or short your pretty average it's just him he's the big one from his bulky muscles to just his sheer height so ofc he can't stop himself from pulling u into his lap or picking you up whenever. you're his sweet princess what else can he do? he likes seeing u in skirts and dresses doing small twirls for him and watching you do your makeup.
like i said he likes treating you like his princess sooo when yall are in bed he doesn't make you move a muscle "stop squirmin'" he mumbles into your exposed pussy. he fucks you sweet whether it's in the shower, bed, or even against a fucking wall. he'll make it sweet
( when kenma is feeling needy, he guides your hands to palm the lining of his semi hard dick. but you tease the shit out of him with a handjob until he shoves his cock and fucks your throat and cums on your face :) ) — anon
“kenmaaaa,” you gently push your hand against the plush armrest of his gaming chair, huffing. “please come to bed so we can cuddle together.”
you’ve spent the past few hours on your phone, showering, making the bed, or begging your boyfriend to stop gaming on his computer. you scoot along in your own spinning chair, rolling close to him.
patiently, he says, “soon, baby. i’m almost done.” he adjusts his chair and armrest so you can lean into him and hug him a little. you do, burying your face into his neck and into the fuzz of his hoodie. he’s fighting in the game, his fingers moving swiftly over the keys and mouse. absentmindedly you begin to kiss at his neck, lips trailing over the soft skin and eventually moving upwards towards his jaw. he exhales quietly when you kiss below his ear, shifting his body slightly in his chair.
as you kiss him, you start to gently nip and then suck at his skin, and he finally lets out something between a sigh and a whine. kenma silently takes hold of your hand and places it onto his crotch; you feel the thick outline of his hard cock through his sweats. still, he doesn’t say anything, knowing you’ll understand what he wants.
“can i, ken?” your whisper is sweet and oh so inviting; all he can muster is a quiet ‘yes’. with his permission you tug at the strings of his sweatpants, lift the hem of his hoodie up to graze your hand along his warm belly.
kenma lifts his hips the second you start to pull his pants and underwear down, his cock bobbing as you move together. you open the small bottle of lube on his desk, squeezing some onto your hand, and then you wrap around him.
“mmm, please.” he sounds desperate and your teasing hasn’t even begun.
“please what, ken?”
“please finish what you started,” his words sound like a demand, and also a request at the same time. your lips part, you lean your head down, and you take his tip into your mouth, and he finally reacts. his head tips back, headphones sliding, his lips parting as he moans aloud.
you barely go past his tip, but make sure to tighten your mouth around his tip when you come back up. his thighs part when you start jerking him off, your tongue gliding over his tip now.
“how does that feel, baby?” your free hand squeezes his thigh as you look up at him curiously.
“perfect,” kenma pants, face scrunching as your grip tightens ever so slightly as your hand reaches his tip, then slides back down.
“well, try and focus on your game. wasn’t it soooo important before?” you joke, your hand speeding up as you go back down to lick his tip. his fingers aren’t moving as fast as they were before, and he seems quite distracted now. however, you still feel sour at the fact that he didn’t go to bed with you when you’d been asking for him to do so. you lick at his tip harder, more insistently, while your hand jerks him off faster.
a low, desperate sound tears from his lips and he turns to look at you, his chest heaving. “oh, baby,” his hips push towards your lips, trying to cum in your mouth. his cock tightens, and before he can explode, your hand falls away and you start to kitten lick his tip.
flushed and stunned you denied his orgasm, his eyebrows furrow. “what do you think you’re doing?” your fingers brush over his wet cock, your tongue gentle.
“you didn’t wanna come to bed with me,” you shrug, returning to gently sucking his tip. he grabs the armrest of his chair and squeezes it. frustrated at the slow speed you’re going at, kenma cups the back of your head and slams you down hard on his cock. looking up, you catch a glimpse of his satisfied smirk.
“take it, baby,” he hisses, twisting your hair in his fingers and slamming you up and down his cock. he groans when he hears you choke, your moans muffled by his cock.
“this ‘s what happens when you fucking tease me,” kenma spits, his movements growing rougher. he staves off his orgasm, enjoying this moment almost a little too much. to make things more difficult for you, he pushes his hips up as he slams you down, leaving you little room to breathe.
but, you love it. you’re moaning on his cock like a slut, tears rolling down your cheeks as you take him down your throat. eventually he can’t hold it back anymore, and moans and pants loudly. “fuck, i’m gonna fucking c-cum…” he yanks your head back, snatching his cock and aiming at your face.
you close your eyes just as cum shoots over your face, globs dripping down your nose and forehead. his cock twitches, extra cum flowing down the length. you carefully open your eyes, and stare into his; you reach towards your face, gathering some of the warm cum on your fingers. as though you’re sucking the last bits of sweetness from a popsicle stick, you push your fingers into your mouth. they emerge wet, with no trace of cum whatsoever.
you wink at him, wiping the cum off your face and eating it, and his cock twitches every single time. “okay, baby,” kenma exhales heavily, “don’t make me push you down again.”
when you laugh, he does too, and brings you in for a kiss.
+ content warning / MDNI!! use of pet names ( baby, pretty girl, sweetheart, pretty baby, etc), smut, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, praise, slapping, multiple orgasm, creampie.
you love suna. Out of six months of dating him, you saw another side of him you never thought you see. He was the jealous type of guy, but he never showed it unless you cracked him for good.
no, his jealousy issues aren’t terrible. it’s not like he’d kill the guy if someone was talking to you for too long. He just has a different mindset, he always thinks the wrong way.
But tonight, you cracked him for good.
You and Suna were invited to Atsumu & Osamu’s birthday party at a frat’s party. He had bought you a pretty black dress, but he made you wear his jacket with his name on it. To make everyone know your his and only his.
You didn’t mind it much to be honest. You thought it was just sweet and he just wanted to protect you so no creepy guys could hit on you, but his mindset said otherwise. You had a really nice body and figure, he was even lucky he had someone like you. Something in him wanted to gate keep you because he knew how perfect you were. He wanted everyone to know you were his. That body of yours? His, That pretty face of yours? His, all of you his, his, his, his.
You and Suna walked into the place. It was a mess but looked fun, “come on let’s go find somewhere to chill out.” he said while holding your hand.
You nodded. Once you guys finally found a place to sit and chill out, you saw someone you immediately knew coming your way.
It was Kuroo Tetsurō and Kōtarō Bokuto
Kuroo walked up to you guys. “Oh my god, y/n it’s been so long!! How have you been?” Kuroo asked.
“It’s been good!!” You replied
“Hi Y/n!! Did you miss me??” Bokuto asked while having a big smile.
You and Kuroo dated in your second and third year, Once you guys got to your third year you both realized you wanted different things, but decided to be good friends and text every once in a while. Now Kuroo and Bokuto are now like older brothers to you.
“Sure did Kōtaro!!” You replied to the happy lookin owl
as you guys were talking, Kuroo looked at your boyfriend suna. “Are you suna? Y/n has told me a lot about you!!” Kuroo said with his hand out.
Suna hesitated for a second, was this guy mocking him?
I mean, he knew about you and Kuroo past. All he knew you guys dated for two years and broke it off, but damn he thought Kuroo fumbled the bag. How could he ever thought of leaving someone like you?
“yeah, heard about you too.” Suna replied with a crooked smile.
“hey Kuroo!!! Bokuto!! Come here!!” Someone yelled across the room
“Give me a second!! Sorry guys, stay here I’ll be back!!” Kuroo said while walking away.
“See ya then!!” Bokuto walking with Kuroo waving.
Once both of the captains left, suna grabbed your waist from behind. “He was getting to close to you.” He whispered as you felt his breath on your neck.
“hm?” You said lookin at him smiling a little bit. “We’re going home.” He said grabbing your hand gently.
“huh? already?” You replied as he leads you to the door
“Rin we just got here? Why so soon?” You asked, “cause I’m tired plus I can’t find the twins, so there’s no point of staying here, cmon.” Rin said.
“no, we just got here Rin. Let’s stay a little longer please? Just a couple more minutes please? We can go look for the twins and talk to them for a bit, cmon?” You said as he drags you.
Suna stopped, he turned and looked at you. As pretty his cat eye’s were they were also irritating.
“what?” You asked, he just kept looking at you. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked again.
Suna smiled, “you’re so pretty” he said.
“Let’s go, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He said while his sweet smile dropped.
You gave up and let him lead you to the car. You guys get into the car and you pouted through out the whole car ride.
Suna noticed but he didn’t say much about it, but he drove to an empty parking lot close to the party. Once he parked he took a look at you and you were looking at the window staring at the view.
He put his hand on your thigh, “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you, hm?” He said while getting close to your neck.
You turned your head, “wait, Rin-“ you said while getting interrupted. “Shh, it’s okay baby just trust me okay.” He said whispering as he kissing your neck.
You looked around to see if anyone was close by, and thank god no one was. You gave a soft & quiet moan as he sucked on your neck.
He stopped sucking your neck and took a look at you. God you were so pretty, he’s so lucky.
He went in for a kiss and so did you. That kiss turned into a whole make out session. He put his hand under your dress and gave your chest a bit of a squeeze.
You moaned a bit. He stopped, “let’s go in the back come on.” He said while you got up and went to the back of the car.
Once you guys both got in the back of the car, he patted his lap. “Sit here.” He demanded. You nodded and sat on his lap.
He looked at you up and down. “What?” You asked, “nothing, you’re just so pretty baby” he said while kissing your chest.
“Wait-“ you stopped him and he paused. “Let me do something for you..please?” You asked.
He gave a lil smirked, “well what do you wanna do pretty baby?” He asked
“Just watch and you’ll see.” You replied as you got off his lap and got on your knees.
You unbuckled his belt and slowly dragged his pants off to reveal his boxers. You put your hands into his boxers and took his cock out.
You spat on his cock and rub your saliva around his tip with your hands. Once you were done rubbing your saliva around his cock you licked his tip and he let out a little small groan.
You slowly sucked only the tip of his cock, then you went deeper. as deeper you went the faster you went.
“fuck, y/n slow down please.” He said while letting some moans out.
you didn’t listen. You kept going faster, he put his hands on your head to push you down even deeper. He pushed you so deep, you gagged.
It wasn’t terrible though, you felt his cock twitched in your mouth.
and holy shit, you have made suna go insane. “fuck, just like that yeah.” He said while he gave your hair a little squeeze.
“shit, baby don’t stop.”
you sucked on his cock even faster and he cummed inside your mouth.
you pulled away from his cock and sallowed his cum. It was really warm but surprisingly really sweet. You got up and sat on his lap again. “You did so good baby.” He said, he put his hand onto your thigh and slowly led his hand to your underwear. He moved your underwear to the side and slowly rubbed your clit. You let a little moan out. You started to slowly grind on his fingers a little bit, “mm rin…” you moaned quietly while grinding on his fingers.
“shh, let me take care of you now hm.” He replied. He put his fingers away from your clit and took his jacket off of you. He started at your chest, he took the straps off your arms and showed your bra. He unclipped your bra and throw it off to the side, he grabbed one of your boob and put his mouth onto the other. He pinched your nipple while sucking your other boob. “rin..not so rough please…” you said while holding onto him.
You took a look at him, he was so pretty.
He stop sucking your chest and put his hands onto your dress. “this is in the way, let’s take it off.” he said while pulling the dress off on you. You pouted, “did you not like it?” You asked. “no no, you looked beautiful baby. Trust me you did, but right now this is in the way.” He replied.
he took the dress off and threw it off to the side of the car. He moved your underwear to the side and put one finger into your pussy. You gasped and he slowly started to fingered you. He moved his finger slowly and then added another one. “rin…” you said as you moaned softly. slowly suna started to go a little faster, “oh my god rin.” You said while holding onto his shoulder.
as he was fingering your pussy, he started to rub your clit with his thumb. you’ve lost it, “fuck rin..” you moaned. “look at my pretty girl. I haven’t even put my cock in you and yet your such a mess for me.” He said smirking. He fingered you and rubbed your clit faster, “rin!! I’m gonna cum!! don’t stop please…” you moaned really loud.
“it’s okay, cum for me baby.” He said while looking at your face. He loved making you look like this, you look so cute like this. He loved how he can only make you look like this and only him. “oh shit rin!!” You screamed, you squirted all over suna hand.
embarrassed, you looked away blushing. Suna took his two fingers and licked them. Then he pulled your face to look at him, “why so flustered hm?” He asked.
“I don’t know..” you replied.
“okay, let’s finish this pretty girl.” He said and you nodded. He positioned his cock in your pussy. You slowly let his cock slide inside you. No matter how many times you guys do this, you always have trouble fitting his cock inside you. When you guys first had sex together, you were scared it wasn’t gonna because it was too big. It ended up fitting anyway and till this day your still not use to it.
once his cock was inside you, you slowly started to move your hips. It felt so good, you went a little faster. “Woah chill out baby.” Suna said while deep breathing.
“oh my god, rin your so big.” You said while bouncing on cock. “still not use to it huh?” He said smirking. You blushed a little bit and looked away, suna grabbed your cheeks and move your face to his.
“didn’t say that was a bad thing pretty girl.” He said and put his lips onto yours. As you guys has a little make out session, his cock hit the good spot. “Shit..” you said.
You started to bounce on his cock even faster, it felt so good. You started to squeeze on his cock and he let out a moan. “y/n slow down..” he said. You didn’t, you went faster.
He slapped your ass and you let out an gasped. “Rin..” you said looking into his eyes. “hm?” He replied, “I’m gonna cum…” you said while putting your arms around him.
“me too, let’s cum together baby.” He replied as you felt his breath on your neck.
You bounce on his cock even faster, you were a mess. Moaning like crazy, but god suna loved this. He adored every single moment of you. Hot, cute, pretty, doesn’t matter. He was so happy, he realized your his. No one could ever make you feel this good not even Kuroo could, only he could and only he.
“Rin..I’m gonna cum..” you moaned loudly.
“fuck, me too. Let’s cum together.” He replied holding your waist.
“mm, rin I love you. I love you so much.” You said, you kept bouncing on his cock. You both started twitching and moaned at the same time.
“oh fuck” suna moaned, you guys both came at the same time. Suna went crazy and his cum went crazy inside of you. You got off his cock and you were a dripping mess, you sat on his lap and put your head onto his neck.
“I love you too y/n.” He replied while grabbing his jacket and put it on your shoulders.
You guys looked at each other and went for each others lips, once you guys were gonna kiss you heard a knocking on the window.
“Did you guys have a good time?” Kuroo screamed.
𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 :]
𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
Kuroo and Bokuto came back to the spot y/n was, but they were no where to be seen?
“They left already?!!” Bokuto complained, Kuroo smacked his head because of how loud he was.
“Awe man, I wanted to see how things were going for them.” Kuroo sighed. It’s not like he didn’t had feelings for y/n, he will always have a special place for her in his heart. He just see’s her as a younger sister.
“Let’s go look for them!! It be like our own mini adventure!!” Bokuto said while patting Kuroo on the back.
“okay let’s go then!” Kuroo replied.
Kuroo and Bokuto looked around the house but their no where to be found. They looked in the back yard, front yard, closets, bathrooms, nothing. They looked everywhere for them and accidentally interrupted some people’s moments…
“Forget it, let’s just continue the party!! We can just them if they wanna go to lunch next time !!” Bokuto said
“Wait there’s one more place we haven’t checked!” Kuroo replied.
They both ran to the empty parking lot near the house, they’ve party there too many times so they know all the good spots to do the deed and stuff ;) .
They found a car in the empty parking lot, but it was moving A LOT. “Rin..your cock is so big!!” Y/n screamed. Kuroo and Bokuto looked at each other with traumatized looks.
“Suna must be that good huh?” Bokuto questioned
“looks like it” Kuroo chuckled.
“Hey I’ll pay you $15 bucks if you tap on their car window and say something!!” Bokuto asked while jumping
“$15? That isn’t enough !! Let’s leave them alone come on!!” Kuroo said almost walking away
“$50!!” Bokuto screamed, know Bokuto was also kinda drunk while screaming this. So he’s probably gonna regret it when he’s sober.
“fine, they look done anyway the car stopped shaking.” Kuroo replied. Kuroo walks up to the car and saw them about to kiss, Kuroo taps on the window. “Did you guys have a good time?” Kuroo screamed.
note : i feel like this isn't that good cause I didn't know how to end it
"S-stop its embarrassing." You smile at the red boy who was trying to cover his face with his hands.
"Aw baby, what's embarrassing? The fact that you're rutting on my thigh like a bitch in heat or the fact that we're doing this in the locker room where anyone can walk in and see us? Oh! Or is it that you're clearly hard from that tent in your pants?" You say, in feigned confusion, watching the poor boy turn even redder from your teasing and vulgar words.
He whines as you giggle. It was so easy to tease the guy and you almost felt bad. Almost.
"Come on, use your words and tell me." With a thigh between his legs that kept on moving, your hands tightly gripping his waist, and his back to the lockers, it was like he was trapped. With no idea how to get out of the situation, he peeks through his hands but quickly closes them again right as he saw the domineering look on your face.
"E-everything," he sputters, hands still covering his face. "Everything?" You raise an eyebrow. "Really? Then why are you so hard? And don't think I haven't noticed you speed up, don't you dare cum without permission." You say the last part with such strictness, it makes Kenma even hornier if that was even possible.
A whimper leaves him as he slows down. He's about to open his mouth to beg until footsteps are heard outside the door.
"Kenma? Are you still in the locker room? It's been 10 minutes."
You abruptly stop and look at the door, making Kenma whine from the abrupt stop of pleasure. Right as he starts to reply, an idea sparks in your head and you quickly move his hips against your thigh, in a sharp, rapid motion.
'Yeah i'm- hmph!" He tries to send you a glare but you can't help but giggle quietly because the glare doesn't look menacing at all. It really just looks as if he's pleading for you to stop. "Just looking for my ah- m-my water bottle!"
"Oh okay well be quick, practice is about to start." You hear the footsteps leave and you grin at Kenma.
"You know what actually? Let's finish this up quickly so we can finish this at home."
"B-but what about practice?" You coo at your boyfriend. He really does love volleyball if he's worried about skipping practice right when he's humping your thigh.
"Kenma, baby." Your boyfriend blushes at the sudden pet name.
"You won't be able to walk for a while when I deal with you at home plus they'll see us leave the locker room and guess exactly what happened in here. So let's get out of here while we can, okay?"
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