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୨୧ choso’s just about as pathetic as a man can get. ୨୧
this realization comes to you after gojo begs you to give his friend a chance.
“please,” gojo says, and you scowl at him. “he’s nice. and i’m pretty sure he has a massive thing for you.”
“me?” you ask, incredulous. “i’ve never talked to him in my life.”
gojo sighs, flopping back onto your couch. “if i ever, like, loosely mention you in conversation, i swear he blushes.”
that’s how you end up in the living room of the frat friday night. loud, warm, the air slightly hazy.
choso right beside you on the couch, barely looking at you at first, all hunched shoulders and quiet glances, dark hair brushing his neck, dermal piercing catching the light every time he nervously shifts.
yeah, you think, he’s cute.
you end up sharing a joint, and that’s when you notice how he freezes every time your fingers brush his, how his breath hitches. it’s not subtle. not even a little. and when you lean a bit closer, knee nudging his, he almost drops it. across the room, gojo and the others are already smirking like they know exactly how this is going to go.
they don’t even try to hide it when they leave. gojo claps choso on the shoulder, says something low that makes his ears turn red, and suddenly it’s just the two of you on that worn-out couch, the music muffled now, the air heavier.
choso apologizes. for his friends, for himself.
you remember thinking how easy it is to get a reaction out of him. how all it takes is a hand on his chest, a soft question, and he’s unraveling right in front of you.
he nods at everything, says yes too quickly like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he hesitates. when he slips and said “please,” you know you have him.
“d’you like me, cho?” you murmur with glassy eyes, hand sliding up his collar and pressing against his nape, fingers deftly threading through inky hair.
“g—yes. yes, so much,” he exhales, voice shaking slightly as you pull him closer to you.
“wanna fuck?” you whisper, straddling yourself on his lap and relishing in the small, broken sound he makes when your glossed lips suckle at the junction of his neck.
“here? now?” his eyes bugger wide, hands squeezing your waist as your lips trail up, and up, and up, until you’re sliding your tongue in his mouth, bracketing your lips against his, swallowing his needy little moans.
he pants into your mouth as your hands pull at his hoodie and he shrugs it off wordlessly, cheeks flushed as your eyes trail down the milky expanse of his chest.
“pretty,” you murmur, and he whines, hands frozen at his sides when you slip your shorts off and toss them to the side.
“as much as i wanna feel your mouth on me,” you breathe, pupils blown, “i need to feel you in me. now. yeah?”
“y—yeah,” he shudders, hands fisting the couch beside him nervously as you tug his jeans and boxers down mid-thigh, his cock beading precum as it aches towards his stomach.
“i—ohmygod,” he slurs, whimper being pulled from his throat as you sink down on him in one shot. “please—”
“haven’t even done anything,” you say, hands locking onto his shoulders as you lift your hips slowly before dropping them back down, the motion making choso buck up desperately and moan into your neck.
“m not gonna last,” he whines pathetically, and you sneer, telling him to be good for you or you’ll stop.
you think it’s 30 seconds before he’s cumming, head falling back against the couch with a strangled sound.
he whimpers when you ask him which direction his bedroom’s in.
᭡୧ fratoji looks like he’s in pain when he’s about to nut in you.
his brows pinch together real tight, that scar on his lip twitching as his mouth drops open just a fraction. toji’s usually all cocky control, but right when he’s about to spill inside you he looks like it almost hurts him, like the pleasure’s too fucking much and it’s dragging him under.
his hips stutter hard, grinding deep instead of that steady punishing rhythm he keeps up the rest of the time. one big hand is clamped on your thigh, fingers digging in so hard you know you’ll see bruises tomorrow, the other braced beside your head so he can watch your face while he loses it.
you feel the first hot pulse of him and his eyes flutter half-shut, a low broken sound ripping out of his chest, not quite a groan, not quite a growl. his whole body locks up, muscles straining like he’s fighting not to fall apart, but he still pushes in as far as he can go, like he needs to be buried to the hilt when he fills you.
“fuck… shit—” his voice is wrecked, rough and raw, barely more than a rasp against your ear. another thick spurt follows, then another, his cock twitching heavy inside you while his face stays twisted in that pained bliss. sweat rolls down his temple, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. he doesn’t pull out right away, just stays there panting, buried deep, letting every last drop pump into you like he’s marking you from the inside.
he looks wrecked. beautiful. like the orgasm is tearing him open and he’s letting it.
“don’t.” he warns yet you can’t help but clench around him just to watch his face twist even more.
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 18+ mdni.. bestfriend's brother!suguru.. pussy inspection?.. oral. f rec.. recording.. FYI severely not edited..
“And I bet you, you won’t have a royal flush by the end of this game,” you challenged Suguru Geto. Your best friend’s older brother by 6 years. The same person you grew up hanging around. And the same person you were currently playing cards with because your fake ass friend went out to run a quick errand.
You weren’t mad, just… flustered? Being left alone with her older brother, who always watches you like a predator waiting any second to pounce on their prey.
He did offer to buy what she needed, but she said no and left.
It’s not like you were scared of him (you were), you grew up around him. It’s just that things are different now. He’s older and bigger, and hotter. And has abs now. Like what?
“And if I end up with that by the end of the game, then?” he said, voice low, in a soothing way.
“Then… You um.. You can get whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” a pause, “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
For some reason, you were starting to feel hot under his piercing gaze. Those heavy eyes of his that undressed you before actions ever could.
“What will you give me?”
“Whatever you want, Suguru,” you groaned, repeating yourself, making him grin. “No take-backs, ok?”
“Why… what do you want?” There was a small chance you might be regretting your words now. What if he makes you do something embarrassing or eat an insect or– or–
“You’ll see,” was all he said before grabbing the first card from the deck, placing it face up on the glass circle table that was centered in front of the dark leather sofa you and he were sharing, sitting on opposite ends.
The game was coming closer to an end, and victory seemed far from reality for you. But Suguru ending with a royal flush was so fucking unlikely that you were relaxed. Even if you lost, Suguru technically wouldn’t win.
Yeah. Or so you thought. Even with the impossible chances, once the game finished, and you accepted your loss, Suguru turned his hand in your direction, being met with what you could only describe as bullshit.
There was no fucking way this man pulled it off. Whether he cheated or didn’t, the chances of getting a Royal Flush are incredibly low. One in a Million type beat. So how?
While you were having an existential crisis, pacing around the living room, Suguru came up behind you, wrapping those large, veiny arms around your midsection, making you jump.
“So about that deal.”
“...what do you want.. And– before you say anything, I’m not eating inse–”
“Let me play with your pussy.”
What?
—
Somehow, your friend was still missing, and some-fucking-how in that time frame of her not being a part of her own household, you have somehow managed to fuck yourself up both physically and mentally and have gotten in bed with your friend’s older brother—in his bed—while he inspects your pussy like it’s a cold case.
“You keep twitching, are you horny?” Geto teases, his warm breath fanning over your exposed cunt.
“N-no, dickhead, I’m just— ohh– fuck!” You choke on your words—saliva—leaving the sentence on a cliffhanger. Suguru’s rough fingers, the backside, ghost over your swollen clit before leaving a harsh flick that has you moaning in pleasure.
“Such a dirty liar and masochist,” The man coos, 2 fingers circling your entrance, all that unused slick sticking to his fingers, trailing them up to your poor abused clit, massaging the little bud between the 2 damp pads, rolling it between them.
You bite your lower lip, shutting your eyes tight enough to hopefully wake up from whatever dream this is or fall asleep. But neither happened. Your body is too aware to fall asleep and too awake to be dreaming.
Biting back any noises that threaten to slip out while he teases you like an untouched instrument.
“Sugu–”
“I’m going to record, ok?”
“What!?”
“Relax, I won’t show anyone,” he says calmly, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his grey sweats. You want to fight him, but do you really? As much as you want to run and kick him in the face, he can clearly see you’re enjoying this far more than him.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he grins, your eyes squinting from the bright flash of his phone. Is this fucker really filming with flash on?
Your body has a physical reaction to the thought of him just having a recording of your bare body at his disposal, anytime he needs.
His fingers stretch and play with your cunt, pulling it in all sorts of directions, getting every part of you on camera. He even films your insides as he slowly pushes the 2 fingers he’s been using on you inside. Watching how they fill your needy little hole. Your back arches, fingers tangled in the sheets, pulling harder. Eyes wandering over his perfect face, stray hairs falling over his face, while the rest is messily tied.
“She likes it,” he says, grinning at your reaction to his words. Face twisting in pleasure.
“Record,” he demands, abruptly handing you the phone, not giving any sort of warning before diving in between your parted thighs.
His soft lips come into contact with your soaking wet cunt. Tracing along your clit and down to your hole. Slipping his tongue inside, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head, one of your hands unsteadily holding the camera, having it angled down to his hair while he devours you like a starved man.
“You have the softest and sweetest fucking pussy. You taste like heaven, doll,” the man says with a mouthful, the vibrations reaching your core. His hands gripping and massaging your thighs, matching the rhythm of his tongue that moved like it knew its way around your body.
He licks every corner and bump that sends you higher than the 7 skies. Touching each part that elicits the sluttiest noises out of your mouth and the tightest spasms from your muscles.
His fingers dug into the squishy flesh of your thighs, nose bumping against your clit, leaving your thighs trembling.
“So fucking—mm, good,” he groaned, making you scream his name, a way of informing him that you’re close, already. Might be one of your quickest orgasms.
“Come on, pretty girl, I’m nowhere near done playing with you,” he chuckles at your needy whine at his words, “ok, ok, you can cum, go on.”
Your back arches off the bed, phone slipping from your loose grip, landing somewhere in the sheets.
He keeps sucking and licking and drinking you in like sin. Enjoying every untouched part of you.
Your body shakes as release crashed over you in waves. Suguru slows his roll. Sucking more sensually, flicking your clit with his tongue only when needed. Once he’s pleased with your orgasm and your sudden body jolts, he pulls back.
The dim glow in the room illuminated his slick-covered lips and chin, and that filthy smirk plastered across his face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before my sister beats both our asses,” he grins. Helping you up.
“I’m never playing cards with you again.”
“By the way, I cheated.”
“You son of a–”
A/N: im back from my mini something hiatus, also no part 2, leave me alone and i'm working on my longer fics, i swear, no more tiny one shots, i've js been rllyyyyy sick
ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.
"Aw, baby. You don't have to be shy," is what Satoru says to you the first time you meet Suguru. Which is easy for him to say for two reasons:
Number One: he's known Suguru for nearly 15 years, of course he's not going to be shy in front of him.
Number Two: he's not the one on his knees with two dicks in his face right now.
You look up at them and blink slowly, cheeks burning hot as you wrap a hand around the base each of their cocks. You lick your lips, swallow the saliva pooling in the back of your throat. You should could take the easier, less embarrassing route of wrapping your lips around your boyfriend first, but you choose the opposite instead, sticking your tongue out to lap over Suguru's tip.
You give a tentative kitten lick to his slit, your eyes shooting up to his for approval, his gaze soft on yours. "What a brave girl," he coos, a hand coming to brush a the hair from your face with the utmost gentleness.
His praise goes straight to your cunt, slick drooling out of your hole and coating the inside of your baby blue panties. Almost matching Satoru's eyes, but that is an unmatchable shade of blue.
"You can do better than that," Satoru chastises, placing a hand on the back of your head to urge you forward. Your lips open further and, guided by Satoru, take the first two inches into your mouth. Your tongue sweeps along the underside, cheeks hollowing as you pull back, leaving just the tip in the soft, wet heat of your mouth.
A soft groan makes it's way up Suguru's throat, his head tipping back as you bob forward to take more of his length. You pump both of their cocks, your hand meeting your lips on Suguru, your fingers twisting over Satoru's cockhead, smearing the bead of precum the dribbles from his slit, easing the glide of your fist. His dick is hot, heavy and hard, so painfully hard, in your palm from watching you suck his best friend's dick like the pro he knows you are.
"S'good," Suguru drawls, his fingers finding and tightening in your hair. He doesn't pull or push, just holding on to ground himself as you start gaining momentum.
"I told you," Satoru says, a proud smirk on his face. You eyes flit over to him, narrowed in disapproval that he'd talk about you like that to someone you didn't even know until two hours ago. Your hand drops from him immediately, body twisting fully toward Suguru, gripping his thigh with your newly freed hand for support after swatting Satoru's hand from the back of your head.
"Aw, don't be like that," Satoru whines, wrapping his fist around his cock giving it a few firm strokes. Your annoyance is palpable, eyes rolling as you look up at Suguru who just smiles back at you.
"Seems like the least you deserve," he comments, hand moving from your hair to your cheek, brushing your skin gently with his fingers. "Talking about such a pretty thing behind her back like that."
You hum in agreement, nodding into his hand, eyes wide and wet and innocent. You greedily swallow down another inch, then another and another until his tip is prodding the back of your throat. Your lips are stretched wide around the girth of his cock, saliva slipping past the seal of them to drip down your chin.
"You know, I would never," Suguru says to you, tone teasing as he looks over disapprovingly to Satoru, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Maybe you should break up with him and be with me instead." You nod again as his eyes return to you, amusement lighting his violet irises. "Yeah? Wanna be mine, angel?"
"You don't mean it, baby," Satoru pouts, followed by a groan, his fist still pumping his length, pre dripping from his slit. As much as you'd like to lick him clean, you've got a point to prove. Your hands slip under the waistband of those pretty, Satoru's eyes blue panties and shimmy them as best you can down your legs. You hold them up to him once they're off, drawing a chuckle from Suguru.
"That really hurts my feelings, you know that?" Satoru asks, taking them from you to wrap them around his cock.
You ignore him, tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of Suguru's cock, head bobbing back and forth, jaw aching from the stretch. He's starting to twitch and throb on your tongue, salty precum coating your tastebuds, an indication you're taking as him being close.
It's also an indication that it's time for you to stop.
You slowly trace your tongue up his shaft, twirl it over his cockhead and then pull off with a wet pop! You stand, turning away from their confused expressions to stalk off to your bedroom.
When the message finally sinks in, Suguru calls out to you, "What did I do?"
"You indulged him," you respond immediately, voice rough. You turn to face them, head tilted, arms crossed over your bare chest. "Or asked about it, which is worse."
They look away, trying to keep guilty smiles off their faces.
"What if we apologize?" Satoru asks, your panties still in his hand.
"No."
"What are we supposed to do then?" He gestures to their dicks, still hard, still leaking pre onto your floor.
"Suck each other's dicks for all I care. I'm going to bed." You continue down the hallway, the bedroom door opening and closing behind you.
"She's spiteful," Suguru says after a minute. "I like her."
"Yeah," Satoru agrees. And then, after another minute of silence, "You want your dick sucked?"
THE WORST GUY YOU'VE EVER MET (and the best sex you've ever had)
mdni. smut. angst. starring suguru geto.
having sex with a curse-wielding cult leader was certainly a bad idea.
but when it was geto on top of you?
how the hell were you supposed to say no?
his thick cock stretching your walls out, dragging in and out at a filthy pace like he wanted to make sure everyone in your building heard the lewd squelch of his steady thrusts as he forced your face into the pillow.
it wasn't sloppy.
he never was.
every mean pump was precise, pulling you apart in a million pieces to make sure you remembered he was the only one who could put you back together again.
tonight was just another reminder.
you guessed he'd been watching you with gojo, waiting from the shadows for his former best friend to bid you good night with a soft kiss to your cheek before he came in to claim the real prize.
your pussy.
splitting you open and spreading you out on the sheets he used to sleep on, murmuring nasty things in your ears about moving on as if that was something the two of you had ever been capable of.
molding you to each thick ridge and imprinting every vein inside you, reshaping you around his needs while you ran your fingers down his shoulder blades, marking him the only way you knew how, with scratches and hickies that would fade with time.
the ache he left in you when he defected still hadn't disappeared after a decade.
only occasionally occupied on nights like these where you both caved in to your carnal urges. where you pretended the sex could make up for the months you went without seeing each other - your paths that weren't supposed to cross.
tell yourself that him pumping you full of his cum meant nothing, that the way his dark purple eyes drifted over the white leaking down your thighs as he trailed hie hands over your soft skin was just a symptom of whatever sickness you both seemed to have when it came to each other.
forgetting was only ever feasible when it was his mouth latched on your clit, your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue lapped at the sensitive bud until you were crying out his name.
promising him that you were still his, even after all these years.
you would always be.
maybe you weren't married, but you'd still made a vow to him once to love him forever. you intended to keep it.
satoru keeping you quiet with his blindfold while suguru's asleep in the same room . . . [18+]
“mmmm–”
you mewl against satoru’s hand, his cock brushing against your walls so deliciously, you can’t stop the little whimpers from leaving your mouth. and the fact that gojo’s roommate, suguru, is asleep in the same room doesn’t matter to you. at least not right now.
“shhh, baby..." he coos quietly, rocking his hips up against you. his thrusts deep but steady, trying to stay as quiet as possible, not letting the bed creak even a little.
“can’t," your words stay muffled against his skin, your eyes falling on suguru’s bed. it’s too dark to see him completely, but you’re able to make out his posture. he’s on his back, face turned towards ceiling, eyes fluttered shut, breath steady.
is he really asleep?
a harsh snap of satoru’s hips pulls you away from your thoughts and you bite back a moan, just barely. “you're too deep–”
you couldn’t help the whines that escaped your mouth as gojo continued to pound into you from behind, his cock rubbing against your spongy g-spot with every thrust.
“ahh… toru…” you cried out, pussy already clenching around his thick girth.
“baby, come on,” satoru muttered through shaky breaths. “i’m gonna have to pull out if you can’t stay quiet.”
his words sent a flash of panic through your body.
"i try to be," you pouted against his hand. “but it feels so good…”
"i know it does," he slows down his movements, thinking for a moment.
his hand leaves your lips and flies to his face, he quickly takes off his blindfold, balling it up.
“open up.”
you do as you're told, mouth opening immediately. before you can even register what’s happening the dark material is being stuffed inside your mouth.
he starts thrusting up again, your velvety walls begin to clamp around him even harder than before. “that’s it. so good for me.” he whispers breathily into your ear.
the quiet but obscene sounds of his dick pumping into your wet cunt filled the room along with your whines muffled by his blindfold.
you bite hard into the fabric as you come all over his cock. your release leaves a creamy ring around his cock as he keeps pumping into you.
satoru moans against your ear when he feels the way you’re gushing and clenching around him. his orgasm builds up too. thick, warm ropes of his seed fill up your pussy, making you whimper and tighten even more.
“don’t squeeze so hard,” he groaned, barely keeping it together.
before you can answer, both of you freeze when suguru groans and rolls over–with both of you facing his back. you two watch him, expecting to be caught in this compromising act, but all you were met with, was silence.
a few seconds passes by.
satoru chuckles quietly, pulling out his softening cock out of your pussy. “he’s a heavy sleeper.”
your mouth still full, but you manage a slight smile, trying to play it cool. but you can’t deny, that some fucked up part of you wanted to be caught by your boyfriend's best friend.
a jealousy that gnaws at the meat of the heart, puncturing the chambers with it’s honed tusks. a vortex of some crude and ludicrous envy had been bisecting your boyfriend’s soul.
satoru has had girls before: impish one nights with colleagues, strangers who wanted a taste, temporary relations solely based on coital desires. yet, he was tormented by the mere ghost of your ex boyfriend—from high school.
the phantom had been harrowing him. a guy before him. an ex lover at that. you had off-handedly snorted about how your ex had gotten married. that was all but enough for an inquisition by satoru. “no, i did not have sex with him. only made out and..” “and what?” “got ate out once.”
heaven and hell must have conjoined to give you a boyfriend like him because the fleeting mention of an ex had satoru gravitate you to the edge of a searing orgasm.
“he ate you out, yeah?” he uttered with pure vex, inching his fingers close to your wet panties. his three fingers rubbed slow circles on your sticky clothed mound, tracing your protruding outline. a deep groan escaped from the crevices of his teeth, a lick on his canines and a slow tug from the hem of your panties. there it was, the raw cunt with it’s slobbering folds. “what’s got you so wet huh? me or that highschool fucker?” oh, he was so jealous.
“god—please. only you ’toru” you pleaded, wanting the feel of his tongue on your sweetness. but right now, his ego was debased. and you were to suffer for it.
“he touched you like this?” his slender fingers glided up and down your dampness, the middle and ring fingers caressing the puffed folds. the pace was too leisurely. a stupendous restraint for a man who was known to be chaotic. your breath hitched when you felt the melding of the two together—swiping, spreading your secretion everywhere. truly vile, more than anything before.
“spread you like this?” another question eliciting nothing but a futile whimper. you opened your eyes—only to be graced by his ones. the coldness of the arctic encapsulated within those mist blue ones. “no? must’ve been a shitty boyfriend then, right baby?”
he lowered himself to your heat, face inches away from the smear of your sweet juice. your pussy lips palpating for his kiss. a yearner for his tongue. “he ate you out yeah?” not a question really. need not an answer. “fuck, i wonder how?”
“did he start with some licks like this”, satoru’s tongue darted out. curled from it’s core, the pinkish tip made kitty-like licks at the center. a stride from the hole to the clit. following it was a soft kiss on your it.
“mhm—wonder what this pussy tasted like to him” his licks fastened. your stomach coiled in pleasure. and so you tried to close your thighs, albeit, that was redundant because he held it in place. “nuh-uh, don’t even dare” a warning.
his blues desaturated in to grey, a beastly hunger taking over. he had flattened his tongue, pressing it on the whole of your pussy and taking in long tastes of the sweetness.
“hm, fuck, he ate you out. sure”. sarcasm pertinent as he was lapping at your folds. each plush getting kissed and smothered by his tongue. a single drop on water ran from your cunt down to the meat of your ass, a stained trail. he was quite literally salivating on you. drooling on your pussy.
tongue swirled in your inner folds, a delirious pace having your back arching away from the bedsheets only to be halted by him, a firm push down on your pelvis. his hand slithered from your hips to your thighs, spreading you out even more, knees pressed on to the pruned sheets.
“please. please. please. gojo—please” an incessant rambling had him lift up from your pussy. a string of spit connected and a smirk on his face. “you cryin’?” he didn’t turn his eyes away. not at all, instead, continued his brute act. his tongue rubbing back and forth on your needy cunt.
with a few more strokes, he had gotten up. the snow in his eyes gleamed an avalanche. his chin wet with your squirt. he had no intention of wiping it away, no, because it was a showcase of your pleasure caused by him only.
big thanks to @coralbae for some of the ideas here ily twin.
header :: I Became the Genuine Love Interest of Mr. Segawa Who Has a Huge Attitude and Body
► Nanami Kento
"You've got enough restraint to put it in me while it's soft, right?
"By 'it', I assume you are referring to my … cock?"
You nodded.
And it was precisely this question that led you to Nanami's current predicament. He was currently guiding his tip into your cunt, having been roped into such a fruitless exercise of his self-restraint. The blonde gave in quicker than you had anticipated — but then again, Nanami was incredibly easy when it came to you.
"Hurry, Ken," you tittered, spreading your legs wide without an ounce of shame. "I want to feel it get hard inside of me."
Nanami inhaled sharply through his nose, screwing his eyes shut and willing for his cock to stay limp. The sight of you spread out so sinfully before him, pussy glistening, was enough to have his cock jerking in his fist. "A moment, darling."
An impatient noise left you. You had taken it upon yourself to prep without your husband, knowing he'd get hard during the process. All he had to do was put it in, but even that seemed too demanding of a task for poor Nanami.
Propping yourself on your elbow, you nudged at his knee with your foot. "If you get hard, it'll only take longer to do what I want."
He muttered something unintelligible as you lied back down, making quick work of slipping inside of you.
Your lashes fluttered, and the way your pussy quivered at the intrusion was enough to have Nanami's knuckles whitening as he pushed in. The gradual warmth that engulfed his flaccid cock was unbearable, and his ability to hold back was soon dwindling its way into nothing.
"Just let it get h-hard, that's it. You don't need to fuck me yet."
"That's the problem," he rasped, "I want to make love to you."
You shook your head and tried to ignore the way you needed your husband to plough into you and make the bed shake. Your voice was shaky when you replied, pussy squeezing periodically — which certainly made the task that much more difficult for both of you. "Stay still."
Nanami braced his arms on either side of your head, sweat already beading against his hairline. His pulse had quickened considerably, thudding in time with yours as the blood slowly rushed down to his groin. "S-shit—"
"I can feel it, Ken," you laughed breathily, running your fingers up Nanami's forearms, until you were holding onto his tense biceps. "It's getting so big."
Cursed with a filthy wife with an even filthier tongue, it appeared.
Your husband was a gentleman, and he didn't want to do anything that'd compromise your safety. Yet with the sight of you laying under him, hair splayed out and cheeks flushed — all Nanami wanted to do was fold you in half and have his way with you.
Luckily for him, he was fully hard. You felt it all, watching with lidded eyes as the vein on his temple throbbed with each twitch of him inside of you. Then came the precum. a slight ticklish feeling as Nanami began leaking his arousal into you.
"Please tell me I can move now, my love. I-I don't think I can handle—"
"Move, Ken," you murmured coquettishly, palm on your stomach from where Nanami had stuffed you to the brim. Nanami was well-endowed soft, but now that he was hard? You were glad that you had prepared yourself beforehand.
And so Nanami did what you asked, driving his hips forward with a guttural groan in a way that'd had your legs shaky for days to come.
► Gojo Satoru
When Satoru said he wanted a hotdog, you didn't think he meant this — your shorts shucked down to your knees as you laid on your stomach, ass spread by two large hands and a soft cock nestled in between.
"Genuinely, what the fuck are you doing?"
Satoru shrugged, digging his long fingers into your rippling flesh after mounting you. "Said I wanted a hotdog. Now I have a hotdog."
You breathed in. You breathed out. Looking over your shoulder, you glared at your boyfriend — who was currently interrupting your self-care time. A nail file was idle between your fingers as you tried to comprehend where Satoru got the audacity from. "So you're just going to sit on me. Like that. Dick between my ass?"
"Yeah, nice 'n warm between here."
"So is an oven," you muttered dryly, prompting Satoru to slap your ass.
"An oven can't feel me get hard between its cheeks," he retorted playfully, wiggling his eyebrows. So that was what it was all about. He wanted you to feel him get hard against you? Odd but alas, in character. So you went back to filing your nails, seemingly not caring as to what Satoru did next.
He placed two large hands on the side of each rounded asscheek, pressed them inwards until the pressure around his cock intensified. Satoru couldn't hold back the plethora of breathy groans and curses that left him, too busy indulging in the way your ass seemed to mould to the shape of him.
"Really enjoying yourself there, huh?" You mumbled, unable to stop yourself from feeling a spark of arousal at the desperation of your boyfriend. He was pathetic — and a large part of you enjoyed that.
Satoru whimpered, nodding even though you couldn't see. Experimentally, he rolled his hips once, hissed at the dry friction, and felt his cock chub up at the same time.
You felt it too, the way the weight between your ass grew heavier with each frantic thrust. Had Satoru not been preoccupied with fucking the seam of your rear, he would've seen the way your pussy was slick with a steady gathering of your wetness.
But alas, Satoru was an ass man — and nothing was going to stop him from dry humping your butt and glazing them with a thick sheen of his cum.
"G-gosh, you're disgusting," you stammered out, almost panting in time with Satoru as he spat down to make the glide more wet. He ignored the way you jolted at the warm feeling, too busy lost in the wet plaps of his balls against the curve of your ass. "Like a rabid mutt."
"Y-yeaah, this mutt's gonna blow a load over your ass any second," Satoru chuckled, half crazed. You cursed, gripping onto the sheets and body rocking in time with his. It was obvious his orgasm was coming any second, and you had no time to warn him not to cum on you but—
SPURT
Satoru came — thick, messy ropes that shot out from between your ass, all over the small of your back and halfway up your silk camisole.
…
"Oops."
"You're licking that up, by the way. Asshole."
► Ryomen Sukuna
"Ryo. Ryomen. Sukun—ah!"
"Out with it, brat," he snarled, swatting you on the rear and planting you onto his lap. The King of Curses was sprawled out on his throne, his beloved bride making it her mission to make his life hell yet again. You grinned at him, giving his stomach mouth an affectionate nudge with your fingers.
"Was just wondering…"
"Nothing good ever comes out of that."
You slapped at one of his meaty biceps, tutting at his words. "Shut up. I was just wondering which one of your cocks get hard first."
…
"I do not know," Sukuna muttered, his brows furrowed in thought. Usually, he did not care about such trivial matters. At the end of the day, both would end up inside of you eventually, and noting which one stood at attention first was nothing short of necessary. Yet he found himself wondering…
"Are you suggesting we find out?
You nodded. "I'll hold them both and we can see."
Sukuna tutted at that, his two lower hands coming down to squeeze at your waist. "Do you really think that would be enough to turn me on?"
"Of course!" you cooed, poking your brute of a husband's nose. "Was it not only yesterday you grew hard at the sight of me in your robes?"
There was no arguing with that — your words were true, and as much as Sukuna liked to play the role of an aloof husband, there was a certain allure that you had that brought you two together in the first place, eventually leading to your marriage.
"Fine. You may try."
With a celebratory cheer, you reached down and parted Sukuna's robes. He didn't bother with undergarments, seeing as though it was appropriate to assert his dominance whenever he could (even if it meant scaring his servants with the two weighty cocks that swung between his legs like a pendulum).
Immediately, your left hand found his lower cock, and the right found the upper one. Even when he was soft, Sukuna was inhumanly large. It was the reason why prep with you could last hours. Seeing you writhe from consecutive orgasms was pleasing to the curse, but had he not been thorough with you — you would certainly not be able to take him.
Your fingers barely met as you held his flaccid cocks, marvelling at how daunting they were outside of you. Sukuna watched with his four lazy eyes, ignoring the way the tips of his ears burned at the feeling of his wife holding him like it was nothing. Then, the lower cock twitched first. Once, twice, three times.
"Oh, my," you whispered, watching as the upper cock began quivering too. Sukuna was quickly becoming aroused, eyes averted as he rested his chin on a fist. The scowl on his face was weak as you maintained your grip on him, so carefully attentive. You didn't want to miss it — which cock was able to stand at attention first at the simple feeling of your palm cradling his cocks.
"Not a word," he grunted. But his thighs situated themselves further apart, a lazy manspread that gave you more room to admire him. The plump veins snaking down his cocks were deepening in hue, much like his twin tips that were oozing out translucent precum.
Until the lower cock stood stiff first, the one above following not long after — true to biology. Sukuna snarled when you let out an astounded noise. "I suppose that makes sense. After all, the bottom cock is the easiest to get to… maybe…"
"Stop your rambling and fix this, woman. You started it, so you must deal with the aftermath."
"Gladly."
► Toji Fushiguro
Having an oral fixation was a bummer when there was no one around to satiate it. Fortunately for you, Toji had picked up on your little quirk as he liked to call it. The two of you quickly came to a little arrangement, where he was willing to let you use him whenever you saw fit in exchange for a pair of your underwear every week. You didn't even need to ask.
An expensive arrangement, but it was worth it.
Toji had a drawer full of frilly panties ready to be ruined, and you had a way to keep your mouth occupied.
Like right now.
Your head was on your housemates lap, his lazy attention to the shitty movie playing out before you. The realisation was slow at first, but you could feel the emptiness in your mouth becoming more prominent as the minutes went by. It was all so overwhelming, causing you to fidget and swallow around nothing and stirring Toji in the process.
"You good down there?" He grunted, passing a large hand over your head to ruffle your hair somewhat affectionately.
You nodded — but your answer couldn't be further from the truth. Then, you sat up, eyeing Toji's crotch. Even while he was soft, there was a prominent curve of where his dick sat. It made your mouth water, and his previous words came back to you.
Whenever you deemed fit, use him.
Usually, you'd ask before helping yourself to what you needed. But right now? Words were failing you and Toji wasn't offering. So you gently tugged out his limp cock after lifting the elastic waistband of his shorts and laid closer to the man.
The word 'pretty' wasn't often used when it came to Toji. But there was something about Toji's cock that made you fawn ever so slightly. It was slightly tan, deepening in colour as you came closer to his plump tip. The girth was obscene, decorated in fat veins that you loved to prod at with your tongue whenever you had the chance to.
You pressed forward, giving it a small yet audible smooch before opening your mouth. The man grunted above you, still not getting hard as you slowly enveloped more of him into your throat. He wasn't small, coaxing you into relaxing as much as you could before you inevitably let out a gag.
The gentle sounds of sucking filled the room, your lips pursed and tongue lolled out, flat against the underside of Toji's weighty cock.
All you could think about was Toji, Toji, Toji — his scent musky and clouding your brain with the beginnings of arousal. Saliva built up steadily in the heat of your mouth, coating the length in a thin sheen.
"Shit— easy now."
Until your sucking grew frantic. Your thighs pressed together in a poor attempt to alleviate your need to get absolutely railed by the older man.
A harsh jerk of Toji's cock in your mouth caught your attention, and the salty taste of precum bloomed over your taste buds. Only then did your spit begin to bubble out from the corner of your lips, your suckling having grown far too sloppy to not elicit a boner.
Toji listened in as you breathed heavily out of your nose, balls tense with the urge to cum at the forefront of his mind. You were a mess when he looked down, seeing your eyes watery and webbed strings of spit and cum gluing your chin to his crotch.
You shook your head, throat gurgling wetly as you swallowed around him — around the cock that bulged your throat and kissed against the back of it. With each descent of your head, seeing as though you had started giving Toji a blowjob, he grew more erect.
Not only that, he was bigger too, until your hollow cheeks lost their shape and rounded the more he filled the empty space inside you.
"Nasty girl, bet you're wet down there. Aren't you?"
Toji knew you couldn't answer — after all, it was bad manners to talk when your mouth was full. He opted to lean over on his side, sliding a large hand under the waistband of your shorts and copping a feel instead.
Lo and behold, your wetness met his fingers, and the grin that lifted the scarred corner of Toji's lips was nothing short of hungry.
Synopsis. (!) Two assignments overdue: your law professor and your history professor.
Objective: After teasing them all semester, Professor Higuruma Hiromi and Professor Nanami Kento…snap.
Time: At the same time.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader x Higuruma Hiromi
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, history professor!Nanami, law professor!Higuruma, college AU, you’re such a TEASE, driving them wiId, they’re overworked, they’re older, tutoring, STERN Nanami, fíngering, rings, p sIapping, p talking, chokíng, rídin’ Higuruma’s nose, oraI (m + f), pússydrunk Higuruma, manhandIing, dragging, running from it, bíting, BOTH, fuII neIsons, bIindfolds, guessing, DP, SAME TIME, spítting, DÚMBlFICATlON, cervíx smoochin’, big stretches, they’re FÉRAL, creampíes, cúmpIay, slight cúmfIation, surprise at the end, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 13.2k
A/N. You babygirls said you wanted more law professor!Higuruma so…I said why not have BOTH?!
He had you next hour.
Professor Nanami Kento - head of the History Department, PhD with Distinction - had you in his next class.
And he wasn’t even half as prepared as he should be: the coffee-maker in the staff room had broken down.
Goodness knows how many times the blond-haired man has haunted that very station. Slouched over, sighing, sipping on his seventh coffee of the day.
And although he could blame it all on the higher-ups and their stingy funding, or perhaps the frat boys of Delta Jujutsu Pi that’ve made it a challenge to sneak inside—he blames you. He wouldn’t even have latched onto such a respite had it not been for the way you made his blood pressure rise…in all sorts of ways.
Nanami’s eyes glaze over, and his hand absent-mindedly drifts between his legs. Perhaps if he got his pent-up energy out first…
“Kento.” A knock at his cubicle. And Nanami jolts his hand away as though it burned-
It was Professor Higuruma Hiromi.
The head of the Law Department. Also PhD with Distinction. The man with dark circles and even darker suits, all prim and poised as he waded through the hallways with his stacks of documents—of course, Nanami was one for suits, as well.
They really brought out his broad shoulders- at least, that’s what you told him.
Another reason why he needs the coffee.
Fuck.
Nanami attempts to even out his breathing as he looks up. “Hiromi.”
If Higuruma thought anything of Nanami’s startled reaction, he makes no indication. Instead he holds up a slim file in his hand, “Are you free? Could you help me with looking over this essay?”
“Of course.”
They were the only two in the staff room right now, besides- anything to take his mind off of you.
Nanami adjusts the gold-rimmed glasses on his face before he takes the file from him. Flipping it open to find a jumble of justice and law jargon that his history-inclined brain balks at—“I never thought you’d want a history professor’s opinion on an essay about…” He squints at the title, “-the scope of judicial power and judicial review. Does this have any names of 14th century shoguns that you need me to check?”
“No- no.” Higuruma runs a hand down his face, though Nanami gets the impression that it wasn’t for him. Rather it was for whatever ravaged at the man inside- making him look up at the ceiling with a hollow sigh—“Man, I need some coffee today.”
“Understandable.” Nanami pushes his glasses up.
“The machine’s broken, right?”
“Right.”
Higuruma only lets out another sigh that Nanami relates to well.
“If it helps, Dean Yaga said it’d be fixed by tomorrow.” Nanami attempts- he never was the type of sociable guy some of the other professors were. But he gets the feeling that Higuruma was the same.
He runs a hand down his face one last time- “That’s too late, I have tutoring this evening with…” And how Nanami Kento related to that, as well. Before he seems to shake himself out of it- somewhat. “It’s alright, could you just check the grammatical and citation stuff for me?”
“Of course.” As Higuruma leans against the partition and waits, the other professor skims through the writing. It wasn’t half bad, to be quite honest, and had it been for his own class then he would’ve given it an A—none too many mistakes except for the odd careless error. At least it was human-made.
After a while of silence, Nanami’s partway through the conclusion when he asks. “Did you happen to get tired of looking through so many essays?”
“No, it’s just…” The dark-haired man sighs once more- for about the twelfth time since he came in. “-this student, you know?”
Nanami nods—he did know. “Trouble student?”
“Not quite.” He almost gulps.
Nanami narrows his eyes. “Doesn’t attend?”
“No, she attends every class.”
“Then what?” He leans back in his chair, essay forgotten now. “The legacy kid? The credit-chaser? The class clown that isn’t actually funny?”
Higuruma cuts through them all with a fierce shake of his head. “No, no, and no—” Almost gulping. “It’s just that this student is a little…distracting.”
The tips of his ears were red.
Instantly, Higuruma looks like he regrets it.
“F-forget I said anything-”
He does.
But Nanami looks squarely at the other man.
“I have a student like that, too.”
The law professor looks at him in wary interest. “Oh?”
“My star student, actually.” Pushing his glasses up, he opens up one of his cabinets and pulls out a thick, paper-stuffed file. And though Nanami Kento does collect his students’ work for the semester to review, he never does keep them quite so close - none other than yours.
Higuruma looks through them with slightly widened eyes. “All hers?”
Nanami nods, “So diligent that it’s almost distracting.”
Higuruma pulls out an empty chair beside Nanami and sits. Legs spread. Dark eyes thoughtful. “Mine, too.” He starts—“Never have I had a student ask for so many hours of extra tutoring.”
“Mine’s basically set up a tent in my office.” Nanami chuckles- though he can’t deny the slight pang it sends down to his cock. “Always taking on more assignments for extra credit, always answering questions first-”
“Always first in class and last to leave?”
“Exactly.” Nanami agrees. And he leans a hand on his desk as he watches the other man go through those papers - they were some of his most prized possessions, he feared to admit. Words from your heart. Swooping slashes of ink from your hands.
It was a part of you in those papers that Nanami Kento held dear to him- fuck, it was a part of you that sometimes he’d bring up to his greedy nose and sniff. Almost as if he could feel your skin through these very parchments.
It made him so fuckin’ hard.
But Higuruma didn’t need to know that.
Though the careful manner in which he handled those papers - how he leaned in just a little to drown in the ink - made him wonder…
“Always wearing the skimpiest skirt to class?”
And the other man looks up in shock- as though conveying something in his silence. Oh.
He flips the file over to look at the name typed-out on the cover, and it reads—yours. Ultimately, he continues—“A-always sittin’ in the front row with her legs spread just a bit?”
Nanami nods. “Always leaning over the desk when she has to speak in private.”
There’s a slight hardening within Higuruma’s eyes - though not of any unpleasant kind - it’s almost as if something deep and carnal was stirring awake right now. “Always wearing the prettiest black lace underneath?”
“She wears baby pink for me.” Nanami can’t help but smile.
“Fuck.” Higuruma runs a hand down his face again- and if Nanami didn’t know any better then he would’ve sworn that the other professor looked even more weary than when he first came in here. “And her panties-”
“Matching set.” Nanami responds without missing a beat - and he knows he’s some ol’ pervert for this.
He knows he is.
But he also knows about the smile that’d spread across your face the moment you’d realized he’d seen. “Bent over too low when picking her pen up one class.”
“Fucking—fuck.” Higuruma sounds agonized.
Nanami leans back in his chair, making it bounce a little bit. With a slightly breathless sigh leaving him, and his cock hardening even more in his pants–he’s forced to manspread under the table a little more. “She’s a needy lil’ thing, isn’t she?”
“That’s putting it lightly.” Higuruma’s lips quirk up into a sensual smile - as if he was reminiscing on the memories. “Wanting to fuck her professors? Seriously?”
“Believe she’s thought of both of us at the same time?”
“Don’t even say that-” The law professor looks around, even though there was no one else here. Looking back at the man with somewhat pleading eyes, “I have tutoring with her this evening. If I can’t even fucking grade her essay without getting a hard-on then what d’you think will happen if I’m thinking of that—?”
“Oh…” Nanami hums to himself, hands lacing in front of him. The coffee-machine really was broken. “-maybe that won’t be an issue.”
Higuruma glances at him with furrowed brows, “How so?”
“What time is your tutoring with her?”
“You mean…”
The blond man shrugs coyly- “I’m not implying anything…but which one of us two do you think is her favorite?”
“And people think you’re the gentleman of us two.” Higuruma grumbles but ultimately spits out the time. It seems you’d opted for tuition classes with your law professor in the after-hours—when the offices were snug, and the department was empty. And he feels his cock perk up at the fact- how many times has he raced back home to plunge into a cold bath after your tuition classes? How many times has his shower heard your name whispered? “I’m most definitely the favorite, by the way-”
So lost in his thought, Nanami nearly doesn’t catch the sentence. He looks over at Higuruma. “Does she call you ‘sir’, too?”
“She does.”
“Well, then we’ll find out, won’t we?”
.
.
.
The two hottest professors on campus.
Higuruma Hiromi (38) with his sleek-cut suits, his polished shoes, and those sleepy eyes that seemed to stare into the depths of your soul. The depths of your body - exposed underneath him. He was a stern teacher, not afraid to make you do an assignment over and over and over again…(and you gladly would). Higuruma’s justice classes made you…wet you had to admit, hearing him bark out simulations of court cases. Orders. Commands.
You could practically hear a sigh echo out across the room every time he acted out his attorney days.
Every time he banged his gavel down made your knees weak.
It was no wonder that students in the law department tittered n’ scattered any time the ruggedly handsome professor walked past.
On the other hand was your history professor.
Nanami Kento (31) with his beefier build, his strong arms, his gentle eyes—twinkling down kindly upon you every time he corrected a mistake. Which - you have to confess - you’ve made a few more times than you really had to, just to feel his molten gaze upon you again and again. He often caused your heart (and something else entirely) to flutter at the deep musicality of his voice, managing to make even the most boring of history passages something interesting. Something that swept the class up easily.
Nanami was reputed around campus for being a complete gentleman - never looking down upon someone, never letting them walk in after him, never letting them pay him a compliment without receiving a sweet one back.
The dream husband.
The stern and the nice.
Both of them- frat guys hated them.
It hadn’t been intentional to join both their classes- honest!
But after seeing them on your first day, how could you not commit to maintaining a spotless attendance? You had a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the class behaved in the same manner for much the same reason - though none took it quite as far as you.
The skirts. The extra credit. The bending.
Speaking honestly, you were a teacher’s pet. Through and through.
And the tightness in their pants whenever you left a class told you- they were the best professors. To you, that is.
Which is why you’d been a little less than happy when Professor Higuruma had told you that someone might be joining your weekly tutoring.
Invigilated tutoring?
What the hell was invigilated tutoring?!
You admit that you’d been forced to hold back a groan of disappointment. Picking such late hours had been a conscious decision—right up there with those tight pencil skirts that you knew your law professor loved but would never admit to.
Professor Nanami was more the type to like free, flirty pleats that barely reached your thigh - and you loved the way his eyes would follow them behind those glasses of his. Even though he pretended they didn’t.
And right now you were wearing a mix of both.
Tight on top, flared at the bottom
Seated opposite his desk - thighs shut, skirt pulled down as low as it would go - more concentrated than you’d ever been during one of these tutoring sessions. It’s been about half an hour since the start of today’s tuition. Higuruma’s office was a cosy space, decked out in the most expensive-looking mahogany banisters, and shelves, and a witness box in the far corner.
It gleamed at the light—down knowingly at you, almost as if waiting for you to make a move.
But how could you? If there was a potential visitor, then you didn’t want to risk Higuruma’s job- as much as you loved teasing your two hot professors, it wouldn’t do to get them fired!
So you kept your hands and your skirts to yourself.
And even Higuruma himself had his eyes raised, possibly wondering why you hadn’t leaned over his desk or lingered a touch at his shoulder for help.
But oh, how you wanted to…
The professor looks down at his watch, “He’s late.”
You’re glancing at the closed door, “Maybe the invigilator isn’t coming?”
“Oh, he will.” Higuruma crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “Trust me, he won’t miss this.”
A shiver runs down your spine.
You wondered what made him so sure.
And yet, you edge closer over the desk to him anyways.
It’s about forty-five minutes into your tutoring session when the door you’ve been sneaking glimpses of this entire time- clicks! And a looming figure walks into the room, his figure nearly taking up the whole frame.
Your jaw drops as you realize—
It’s Professor Nanami.
“Ah- Kento.” Higuruma beckons him over warmly- and you’re nearly suffering from whiplash from watching the two interact. These two are close?! Professor Nanami had been completely normal during your last class, if just a little more distracted than usual - and what was this? “We’ve been waiting.”
He looks at you as he says this.
“I had to penalize a student for missing a few assignments.” Nanami says smoothly, before bringing up a chair beside you and taking his seat. His movements were fluid and precise - as if he wasn’t questioning for a single moment why you were here so late, why you were dressed like that for him, and why you were so damn close.
You’d been staring into his handsome face for so long that he clears his throat. “Continue.”
“S-sir?” You’re chirping- and in your peripheral vision, Higuruma shuffles in his chair.
“Continue.” Nanami repeats in a stern tone. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound like that—“Just as you are. I would like to take notes for teaching my own classes.”
“You heard what he said.” Higuruma nods- and now you’re looking his way to see the most knowing smile on his face. “Continue, angel.”
Your thighs squeeze at the pet name.
Nanami quirks a blond brow and notes something down.
And so you’re ducking back into your work—
“Your blouse button is undone.”
Slightly gasping, you’re reaching down to fix it-
“No, don’t button it.” He interrupts you with his low tone, gravelly with something you can’t pinpoint. You’re looking up at Nanami to find his gaze unwavering from you already- “I was merely noting it. Nothing to fix.”
“But-”
“You unbutton it for my class, too, don’t you?” He asks, and you’re unsure what to say-
“Answer when your teacher speaks to you.” Higuruma’s humming tone echoes—and from the sound of it, he was thoroughly enjoying this. He cocks his head down at you, “Or haven’t they taught you that yet?”
“Th-they have.” You’re squirming in your seat, a slight heat simmering in your stomach. You turn to Nanami, “And I do.”
“Hm.” With nothing more said- he writes something else down in his notes.
And you think you’re in the clear.
For now.
It’s barely a few sentences later on your work that Nanami speaks up again-
“Your feet are touching his.”
You pull away-
“You’ve been writing the same sentence over and over.”
Your hand pauses-
“Your thighs are parted more so than before.”
Immediately, you’re smacking them back shut again- you hadn’t even realized. And how the hell had Nanami even seen?
And you could practically hear the smug smile in his voice - so unlike everything you know of him - as he continues. “And your bra is peeking out.”
“Never seen one before?” You mutter underneath your breath, just about to fix your collar (that you’d very purposefully left open)—
Before Nanami’s voice cuts through again. “Never seen one of yours in black before, is what.” Even as you’re looking at him in slight sensual shock- he doesn’t look up from his papers. “What happened to the baby pink you show-off in my class?”
And Higuruma merely leans back and smiles. “Black is my favorite color, remember?”
“How could I forget?” The history professor answers.
“Though I myself am curious about this baby pink of yours…”
And you have nothing else to do but gape- they knew.
Oh, how they both knew by now.
And by the looks in their eyes, they’d been dying for this very moment.
To confront how you’d been toying n’ teasing them all semester through now- enough so that they’ve apparently begun trading secrets about their unruly star student. You knew that Higuruma tended to have his ears grow hot and red any time he bumped into you in the hallway, and that Nanami would loosen his tie as if undressing whenever you wore a particularly scandalous thing to class - but you hadn’t known they’d been pushed…to this extent.
And you were glad for it.
So you sigh—slouching back in your chair. “So you both know. What now then? Do I get written up or something?”
But Nanami only looks at you through his glasses. “Sit up straight.”
He’s never uttered a command like that in his entire life during your usual lectures. And when you don’t move - merely looking at the blond man with raised brows - Higuruma pipes up. “You best listen to him now, angel.”
“Oh please.” Fluttering your lashes at them both. “And what’re you gonna do about it?”
Higuruma looks at Nanami.
Nanami calmly puts his notes down on the other’s table, and looks at you.
“Why-” He pushes his glasses up his handsome nosebridge. “-teach you a lesson, of course.”
“Both of you?” You could feel the elated giggles bubbling up in your throat- and you could feel the space between your legs start to grow wetter already. Looking between both of them—“Do it then.”
And then it’s a blur - you don’t know where Higuruma’s lips end and yours begin. He’s reached over the surface of his desk to kiss you like a starved man- and he groooans into that very kiss like you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. Hand on your cheek.
The tips of his canines start nibblin’ on your lower lip- and you’re kissing him back even deeper. “Shit-” Higuruma’s husky tone scorches across your face, “Shit, I’ve been wanting to do this for so fucking long.”
“Mmm, you kiss like husband material.” You’re giggling into the kiss. Both of your hands end up on his shoulders, and you could feel the shifting of his muscles through his slim suit.
“Shit- and you talk like trouble.” He echoes out in an almost pained tone- like every second that his lips were away from yours ached.
And those plump, pursed lips press against yours once more—so much sweeter than you would have expected this booming lawyer to kiss. He’s using the hand on your cheek to tilt down your chin- “May I?” Before the short nod you give lets him slither his tongue in wetly, lappin’ at your sweetest taste. “Shit, you’re really like sugar on my tongue.”
And you’re whining into the fervent kiss, letting it go on for a few more minutes before you’re breaking away with the most lecherous plop! And a thoroughly flushed professor chasing after your lips drunkenly-
“And what about you…” You’re kissing down Higuruma’s sharp jawline, looking at the other man who’d been sitting quietly this entire time. “-sir? Haven’t you wanted to kiss me even once this semester?”
Nanami shivers but he hides it well. Uncrossing his legs and revealing the most rock-hard, aching bulge between his legs—“Kiss? Perhaps.”
And you’re gulping at the sight.
Higuruma scoffs out a slight burst of laughter. “Perhaps.”
“But I’m a gentleman, my love.” Nanami continues, leaning back in that luxurious armchair. He takes off his coat to reveal a pale blue button-up, and beneath that was revealed the most chiselled body you’ve ever seen. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and beckons towards you. Manspread. Lap so welcoming. “Which means I’ve thought of far, far worse.”
Higuruma - with a final sloppy kiss plastered across your mouth - lets you walk over to Nanami.
Which you do on wobbly legs- plopping down unceremoniously on his lap. More than enough space there for you. He wastes no time bending you into shape in his strong arms, flipping you around to face the other man, and spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open-
Riiiiiip—!
“Whoops.” Nanami’s thoroughly unapologetic tone gruffs against the shell of your ear. Two of his vein-covered forearms were hooked underneath your elbows, and Nanami looks on boredly at the clean split down your skirt—“I always thought you’d look better without these anyway.”
Before he’s spreading your legs even further across his lap. Tearing it even more.
Exposing you for nothing but your tremblin’ legs and those drenched panties. Pretty black in color.
So lacy that it was practically nothing.
Higuruma’s eyes widen, “Dirty girl.”
Nanami breathes, “No, that’s called being a slut.” And shock runs through your body at his words- at Nanami ‘Gentleman’ Kento’s words. Before it’s suddenly overtaken by the sudden feeling of him smearin’ aside your panties and stuffin’ his fingers inside.
Those thick crowns dooooown to the golden ring on his middle finger.
They were long and thick. Swirling and swirling the tip of his digit right ‘round your clit- and when you’re shuddering and unable to take it any longer—he pulls away and licks off that excess slick with a slurp!
Humming to himself as though it was the greatest delicacy in the world. “One thing you should know about me, darling, is that just because I’m gentleman-” And you’d been so caught up in his ragged tone, you didn’t even realize that he’d snaked his hand back down between your legs. “-doesn’t mean that I’m not depraved.”
And he’s ending off the sentence not with a full stop- no, but with a sudden shove of his fingertips between your folds. So swollen n’ sweet with slick.
You buck and he lurches his hand out to slap you on top of your pussylips.
“Down, darling.”
“Please…” You don’t even know what you’re begging for.
But Nanami’s mouth waters already at the sound of it, and he’s keeping it at bay by pushing n’ pulling on the first ring of muscle at your cunt. “I said down.”
Head throwing back against his collarbone. “Oh.”
Fucking you with just the first inches of his fingers- “It doesn’t mean that m’not desperate.” Continuing as though your eyes weren’t bulging, as though your legs weren’t shaking, as though you weren’t arching off of his muscular chest. “It doesn’t mean that m’not ready to debase this pussy like she deserves.”
“Y-you mean—” You’re hiccuping, eyes starting to water at the sheer raw stretch. It was the type that left your pussy burning in the most delicious way - the feeling of having Nanami Kento’s scourin’ fingertips eager to enter your cunt. “-that whole gentleman thing was just a lie?”
“It’s not.” He responds. Final. His blond strands fall over his forehead as he keeps his eyes locked on your glistening hole, scissoring his fingers at that entrance n’ spreading you even wider. “I’m nice…”
Adding in a third finger before you’re even registering his second.
“-to everyone but this slutty pussy, that is.”
“Sh-shit—” Mewling at the top of your lungs, you’re clawing down Nanami’s strong forearms. They were the perfect thing to hold onto- just about the only thing you could hold onto as he utterly ruined your pussy with short, jerking thrusts.
Bulging the sides of your velvety walls open with his globular tips.
Cold metal ring shocking you.
So thick that he manages to probe into a few of your sensitive spots without even trying. Dragging his flexible fingers across every inch of you.
Scissoring and opening up and scissoring—deep.
Tears track down your cheeks at the sheer stimulation.
“Go easy on her, Kento.” Higuruma can’t help but groan at the sight of your pretty crying face. And soon enough, you’re hearing the metallic clinking of a belt buckle- “Don’t want to break our star student, now, do we?”
Nanami purrs against your temple. “Mmm, I don’t mind.”
“Just remember that she’s tutoring with me.”
The sound of Higuruma’s belt hitting the polished wooden floorboards is enough to make your eyes startle open- and oh, how you’re so glad it did.
Because then you’re greeted with the sight before you: of Higuruma Hiromi in utter ecstasy. All because of you.
He’d taken your seat from prior, chair angled perfectly to face the show taking place in front of him.
Where Nanami had your legs spread aaaaaall the way as far as they would go - until Nanami could hear your joints threatening to pop - and facing the dark-haired man. His dark eyes glinted as they stared down at your glistening hole, swallowing Nanami’s rams easily.
Slurps n’ squelches emanating like music.
Cunt dripping everywhere over the history teacher’s tight trousers. And the larger that puddle you were forming seemed to grow, the harder Nanami’s hammerin’ pace seemed to become.
You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see Higuruma tug down his black pants- that throbbing erection of his making an appearance. He wraps his hands around his thickened base and starts tugging, soft grunts leaving his mouth at the rapid pull-pull-pull of his cock. “Shit, she’s so fucking wet- be a little nicer with that pussy o’ hers, would you?”
“Hmmm…I don’t think she deserves it.” And with that said, Nanami plants yet another sodden spank on top of your cunt. Ring grazing your front- “She hasn’t learned her lesson yet, has she?”
That stinging sensation zaps throughout your entire body and makes you buck. “I-I have—”
Before yet another thwack! of Nanami’s calloused fingertips follow.
Harder, this time.
“I was talking to this pussy, actually.”
And he doesn’t even wait for the primal sting to pass by before openin’ your cunt up and thrusting his fingers inside again. In and out.
Push after push into your gooey depths.
You’re so sensitive n’ wet by this point that even the slightest movements have you emanating out the loudest sounds. Squelches upon squelches—every time he’s hitting a spot deep inside your hole. “Mhmm…mmmhm.” You could feel Nanami’s head slightly nodding above your own, as if locked deeply in a conversation with your pussy’s sounds. Just one whine of yours and he’s spankin’ on you once more- “Wait your turn, my love. She’s talking t’me.”
And Higuruma- ah, Higuruma has the audacity to snicker at the action. “Now that’s just bullying, Kento.”
“Is it?” He’s slappin’ down on your pussylips once more. Listening for the sound, “She says it isn’t so.”
You’re sending a narrowed glare his way that makes the law professor roll his eyes fondly.
“Oh, alright alright-” And he half-heartedly waves off at his colleague. “Be a little nicer to my dear student, won’t you?”
“Spoiled brat.” Yet another spank. Nanami sinks his canines into the shell of your ear, and he’s tuggin’ and teasing—he’s spreading his legs even further and settling you down. With your back against his rippling chest, he pushes and pushes his greedy fingers inside your pussy. “And why do you think you- hah, deserve that, huh? Haven’t you been fucking torturing us all semester long now?”
Higuruma groans. “Can’t deny that, angel.” His hands fly even faster up and down his cock- ravaged and reddened with need.
“Mhmmmm.” The blond-haired man agrees, “Haven’t you been wearing those slutty skirts expecting to get fucked in them? Haven’t you- fuck, haven’t you been wearing that damn lingerie hoping we’d take a peak? Aren’t I right?”
He waits for your pussy to answer first- and then you’re answering. “I-I mean-” Attempting to.
“Haven’t you been bendin’ over and shit just because you wanted to show up in our wildest dreams? To consume our thoughts and make our cocks twitch?”
“Well-”
“And we did.” Higuruma pipes up next. He was so needy that he was practically bucking off of his chair, making it creak with movement. Short, jerky thrusts.
“Oh, yes we did.” Nanami continues. He leans down to your ear, as if exposing a secret- “I’d look forward to our classes everyday, my love. I’d have to fuck my fist raw before class- just so I wouldn’t fuck you senseless in front of everyone like how you were begging me to.”
Higuruma moans as he thumbs down the line of his flared tip - that pinkish, slippery line. He twitches as though he’s near to cumming already. “Me- me, too…”
“And you still expect me to be a gentleman?”
You’re restless, opening your mouth to defend yourself and—
Nanami only leans down and spits a glittery wad of spit between your pursed lips. “Don’t talk when the teacher’s talking, darling.”
And your ears pop with pressure-
He’s hittin’ the plushness of his palm against your pussy with a loud smack! Smearing the curves n’ divots of his fingers dooooooown and up your walls, down and up.
His crown fingertips reach for your deepest innards- and you swear you can feel him stroking your very cervix. Runnin’ his frigid ring across your walls.
Drawing a few lines and marking his placement right back there, before he tunnels his digits at a frenzied pace - fingers almost nothing but a pale blur between your legs. His speed is so feverish that it leaves your sheen tricklin’ all down your thighs.
Trickling and trickling and—
And then you feel Nanami hook his fingers against your g-spot.
The pleasure shoots up your body like a lightning strike, “O-oh my god—right there, Kento.”
“Kento? Who’s Kento?” Nanami doesn’t even falter his fingering to answer, cooing in that tone that you’d almost mistake for something sweet. “I think you meant sir-”
“S—fuck.”
“Say it.” He huffs against the side of your face. Teeth almost out for blood- “Say it. Call me ‘sir’ or you don’t get to cum.”
“I—”
“Say it.” Higuruma, to your surprise, echoes from his seat. Where he had his gaze burning into your spread-open pussy n’ his mouth drooling at the vision of you—“Say it, angel. I need to see that pretty pussy cum.” Hands rubbing faster and faster-
“She deserves to cum, mhm.” Nanami nods. “But do you, huh?”
“I-I do.” You’re nodding up at your desperate professors. One just barely in your line of vision- but his fingers were working up such a storm. His slightly-tanned arms pinning you down, working your pussy open, hitting that target of your g-spot like a cute button. Again and again—
Blond hair ruffled. Glasses slipping down his sweaty nosebridge.
And then the other one that was just creamin’ his precum down his hands. With his hands on his swollen erection - one of them creating a tunnel for him to fuck his fist, the other flattening over his dribblin’ divot to stop from cumming already.
Sleepy eyes half-lidded. His pale thighs shivering as they bucked n’ rutted.
And the vision itself is enough to make you cum- but then again it just felt so good on Nanami’s hands, and underneath Higuruma’s gaze. So you can’t help but let your lips wobble open—“P-please let me cum-” Stars bursting behind your vision once Nanami presses down on your clit as well. “-sirs.”
The two older men look at each other.
“Sirs?” Higuruma asks, voice breathless with ecstasy.
“She just begged for both of us.” Nanami grumbles out - though not quite unhappily. It made his cock twitch deep in his pants to have you whimperin’ like this, and he continues. “Alright then, you slutty pussy.”
And it takes only a few more strokes - a few more direct thrashes along your g-spot - for you to hurtle straight into your high.
It’s so strong that you’re seeing white behind your eyelids—and your mouth blabbers out an unintelligible combination of both professors’ names. Toes curling. Sweat beading down your temple.
Nanami holds you down as you’re thrown through wave upon wave of your orgasm, your hips bucking up and down desperately. Riding throughout your bliss- and if that wasn’t already enough, he counts underneath his breath to measure how long it takes between your peaks of euphoria. Before hittin’ away at your g-spot just in time with each one.
The sensations that take you over are just incredible.
And your head falls back limply against Nanami’s shoulder.
Shivering. Almost as if you were in heat- and your pretty pussy gushes out honeyed slick as though to give credit to that statement.
Lavishing Nanami’s open thighs with all your sap—Higuruma eyes the mess and gulps. “Kento, give me a taste of that.”
Nanami scoffs. “In due time.”
“Kento, I need her pussy on my face now.”
Slowly but surely, you’re fluttering your eyes open at the feeling of being shuffled around - only seeing the beautiful, brown eyes of Higuruma Hiromi staring down at you. When did he get so close?
“Hiromi?” You’re blubbering out stupidly, still suffering from the aftershocks of your previous high. Those zapping bursts of electricity made your thighs twitch sensitively- “I mean- sir?”
Higuruma shivers, “You trained her well, Kento.”
“Mhmmm—” Nanami noses down the column of your throat proudly.
“Maybe now it’s time for a reward then, huh?”
You’re perking up. “Yes, please.”
Nanami snickers. “You spoil her.”
And in almost no time, you’re finding yourself handed off to the law professor - Nanami stands up and gets off of the armchair. While Higuruma takes his place-
At least, that’s what you think is going to happen.
But what ends up happening instead is that Higuruma seats you down on the chair, letting your barely-clothed pussy rub up against the cushion. Something in his eyes gleams at the way you’re squirming, and he speaks to you in a gentle tone. “Can you turn around and hold the headrest f’me, angel? Be a good girl f’me?”
“A-alright?” Confused, you’re just doing what he says. He meant that you had to turn and climb your knees onto the seat, ass turned towards the professors, back slightly arched.
“Mmm, good.” Higuruma admires the view. “Arch that back just a little more f’me now, alright?”
“Like this?”
And still not sure what he was about to do, you can only follow his commands. It almost feels like a doggy position- and you hold onto the wooden headrest for dear life.
“Mhmmm.”
And Nanami’s the first to mutter to himself, “Don’t tell me you’re…” He takes in the sight of you - with your front resting against the backrest of the chair. You have your spine bent, your ass cheeks displayed for them, your cunt not quite on the seat—“Hiromi, you dirty dog.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” Steadily, Higuruma’s kneeling on the floor.
There’s no warning before he then shoves his face nose-deep into your cunt- straight from behind.
Higuruma grabs onto either side of your ass cheeks, his prominent nose curvin’ up the slit of your pussy. He’s using his grip on you to draaaag you further down onto his face—“Mhmmm—spread those legs.”
He’s muttering.
He’s spitting- stern lips pursing and letting out a rivulet of saliva.
It strikes vertically down your cunt before Higuruma’s running his fat tongue over it. Smearing around the mess he’s made- but most importantly, smearing around the mess that you’ve made.
You’re whining as Higuruma’s textured tastebuds seem to take over your pussy. All the way from the plumpness of your folds, and then dipping between them to tease your hole- you’re still so sensitive from the massage that Nanami’s fingers had simmered into you. And you’re trembling your thighs further open, “P-please- fuck-”
“I’m a lawyer so I’m really good with my tongue, y’know?” Higuruma pants out, scorching hot against your needy pussy. “But that means my fees are high, too-”
“A-and what are your fees?” You’re sobbing out.
“Mmmm…” He takes the time to think—and by that, you mean that he rovers his mouth over where your clit was throb-throb-throbbing. The law professor takes his sweet time spreadin’ open your pussylips with his tongue, before letting his tongue flop out n’ draaaaaag down your clit-
And his next words are so lecherously muffled. “Ride my nose raw, sugar.”
You gasp.
In the background, you can hear a gruff bout of laughter that notably doesn’t belong to Higuruma.
You grip onto the headrest of the chair harder than ever- because in a split-second, Higuruma’s thumbin’ your folds open and stuffing your hole all full of his tongue.
So loooong and slick- curving right against the roof of your pussy. It makes you jolt to feel his honed, flexible tip zig-zagging its way down your channel—mazing and mazing inside that it’s as though his wet muscle was never-ending.
Higuruma Hiromi was damn ravenous.
He feels your knees start to slip away from him- and he claws his fingers deep into the globes of your ass cheeks to pull you back. Uncaring if you’re whining for mercy- “A-aren’t you supposed to be the nice one, sir?”
“Spoiled.” Nanami’s voice echoes from the distance.
“Mmm- keep calling me that, yeah?” Groans wrenching from the back of his throat at the mere sound of that title being said in your pretty voice. How nice it was to make you beg. “And no—”
“No?”
“I am being nice by letting you ride my nose, aren’t I?” His head jerks just a little upwards to look at you- and Higuruma can just barely make out the shock on your face. “I know how much you’ve wanted to ride it-”
“Hiromi-”
“Ever since ya fuckin’ met me, huh?” His rough tone vibrates through every vessel of your body- pushed even further by the constant swabbin’ he was doing inside. Swab after swab. “Ever since ya first saw me- don’t think I didn’t see how you stared at me.”
You’re clawing further up the headrest. “B-but how did you know-”
“Oh, angel…” Higuruma almost chuckles. Something dark and depraved- “If I was wrong then you wouldn’t be so fucking wet- I can barely breathe.”
Both of his roughened palms plaster around your thighs. Draaaagging you bodily - as though you were nothing against him - to glue your pussylips to his own lips.
He makes out with your pussy like a man parched.
“And I don’t need to.”
Your vision blurs with pleasure as Higuruma spreads your folds perfectly apart- and starts rammin’ his tongue into you wildly. Thick and thirsty for the taste of your sweet, sweet juices—any time that even a mere droplet of your sap starts to drip down your thighs- you can best believe that Higuruma was whipping his head down to slurp it up. “Harder.”
“I-I am-”
“Faster.”
“Fuck-”
“Raw, I said raw.”
Practically addicted to it.
He’s pussydrunk in with just a few sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. And you yourself can feel your pupils start to circle inside the whites of your eyes.
Spreading yourself even further on the chair to meet his utterly ravenous mouth-
“Didn’t forget about me now, did you?”
Nanami Kento sounds the closest he’s been since he had you on his fingers- which could feel like minutes, hours, days ago by now. It takes you significant effort to blink away the clingy film of tears on your eyes, and you’re opening them to find that he was actually…standing right in front of you.
Nanami had rounded the side of the armchair - and if you looked up, there his handsome face was. So now you have your law professor at your behind, and your history professor’s crotch in front of your face. His pants much too tight.
His cock thick and throbbing underneath there.
Clasping onto the headrest of the chair, if you raised your head juuuuust a little then you’d be able to mouth over the twitching erection he hid underneath there. “K-Kento?”
Nanami looks down at you through his gold-rimmed glasses. Grinning at your teary expression, “Only a few minutes with your nice teacher n’ you’ve already forgotten your manners, my love?” His hand falls to his formal pants, “Guess we have to go back to lesson one.”
“O-oh…”
Nanami had already unbuckled his belt and lets it drop to the floor—clink! Followed right along with the popping of his buttons, it doesn’t take too long before you’re face-to-face with his rock-hard bulge. Achingly hard. Almost painfully hard.
Barely held together by his boxers, he seeps out such volumes of precum that it creates a dark patch on the silken fabric. It glistens just a bit under the dim lighting of the office- something that makes you gulp.
And something that makes Higuruma nudge his tongue even deeper inside of you- shit, you could feel yourself growing more aroused. And he could taste it.
“Did you know she gets sweeter n’ sweeter the wetter she gets?” Higuruma slurs from in-between your legs, latching onto your clit with a loud squelch! “And you won’t believe it…but right now she tastes like the tastiest strawberry candy- heh.”
“Is that so?” Nanami’s nose crinkles as he looks down at you. He’s admiring that drunken expression on your face for a little bit, before reaching his right hand down and clasping at the back of your head. “Filthy girl.”
You shiver. “C-can’t help it-”
“Ah ah—not another word out of you.” The blond-haired man continues. His grip tightens- “I expect you not to speak when your professor is speaking-”
Cocking his head just a little, Nanami takes a glance at the famished way that Higuruma was kissin’ between your legs. Gasping. Gulping.
He had his mouth gaped wide open and was dragging it across every inch of your pussy that he could reach- sticking that long tongue of his between your pussylips. You’re almost sandwiching his tastebuds for a bit before he manages to flicker his tastebuds inside again—then in and out, in and out, in and out.
Faster than before.
Reeling back out to slap! your pussy with the flat surface of his tongue.
Then probin’ back in again.
Higuruma’s just being so loud-
“-and when this pussy is speaking.” The rest of the history professor’s sentence makes you gasp - brain so muddled that you’d almost forgotten what he was saying. Almost forgotten that he has a firm grip on your sweaty scalp—one that he’d now turned into two hands upon your sweaty scalp.
Tugging your head forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll to smush your face against his boiling hot erection.
Your jaw falls open and soon enough, you’re salivating all over his clothed cock.
Tongue lavishing across the cotton of his boxers- feeling every ridge n’ vein along his shaft.
He groans at the feeling of your heated mouth, and his fingers dig into your scalp even deeper. Tugging. Needing. One set of your fingers reach upwards to fumble its hem, and you take Nanami’s round, reddened tip into his mouth.
Moaning at the large size of him.
Moaning at the salty taste that floods your mouth-
“Hey now…” Higuruma’s choked-up tone echoes from behind. You’re feeling his tender fingers start to pull your hips back onto his face, “-don’t steal my star student away.”
“Have you forgotten that she’s my star student, too?”
“Her pussy’s on my mouth right now- so who’s in charge?”
“Well, let’s ask how she feels about it…” Nanami’s voice trails off—and only too late are you realizing that he isn’t talking about your pussy this time. He’s talking about you- waiting for your answer.
And you’re attempting to muffle out something, letting the globular edge of his cock swirl around your mouth a few times. Around and around. Just the crown of his mushroom tip prods into your every orifice inside- you’re opening your mouth to answer when Nanami jerks his hips forwards.
Fucking his cock deeeeep into your maw.
And with it, whatever words were in your throat, too.
“I dunno about that-” Nanami hums down at the chokes n’ strangled gasps you’re letting out, just the barest noises of whatever was able to filter past his swollen shaft. “-but it sounded like a ‘you, sir’ to me.”
“Didn’t know you were that depraved.” Higuruma spits out. Dark eyes narrowed as he’s grinding you back to him n’ lapping away at your oversensitive pussylips.
“I’m a gentleman, what can I say?” The other professor responds.
As the slurps n’ sucking continues, Nanami looks at you through half-lidded eyes. He admires the way your mouth leaves a glittering glaze of spit from the tip of his cock and doooown to about halfway down his shaft—so cute how you couldn’t fit it all. “And as Head of your pussy-” Fuck, when did he even assign himself that? Is he pussydrunk already? “-I say you can’t cum until you’re fitting my cock aaaaaall the way…”
The history professor’s left hand lifts off of your scalp. Then dragging down the front of your throat - down, down, down.
“-here.”
He points to a spot way past the back of your throat.
He fucks your mouth like he’s agonized every second he isn’t reaching for it.
Higuruma growls.
And thereafter it’s almost like a tug-of-war - on one end you’re being hauled forwards by Nanami’s grip on the back of your head. His hands strong and unwavering, no matter much you’re gasping for air- fuck, the ever-gentlemanly Nanami Kento was gone for the feeling of your mouth tightening around his hot cock.
Rutting those toned hips up into your velvety cavern like an animal-
“Just a little more.” That left hand of his wraps around your throat now, his thumb markin’ at the spots where he can feel his rounded tip probing inside. “Just a liiiiittle more now- about four inches? Heh.”
“Mmm—” Your eyes go wide in surprise.
And Nanami responds by pushing his hips even further, nearing the tip of your nose to those curls of blond at his base. “C’mon, c’mon.”
And on the other end, Higuruma had his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. Into the flesh of your ass. His tongue fishing around your insides before he pulls out and starts nibblin’ on your damn clit—
He’s thirsty. Depraved.
“Noooo, angel.” He’s gluing his chin to the front of your pussylips. Head moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as the law professor lashes his tongue across. “Come back to me-”
“Mmm—” You’re being pulled off of Nanami Kento’s reddened, dribblin’ cock with a plop! Just from the sheer pressure of Higuruma manhandling your body from the other side - dragging you all down his handsome face. “Fuh-fuck-!”
“Where’d you think you’re going?” Only for Nanami to barely let you breathe for a split-second before he’s pulling your mouth down his shaft again.
Shovelling a gooooood few inches of his vein-covered cock inside- he marks that spot out on your throat. Even deeper than the last time you had him- “Mmm, not bad. Just a few inches- mmm, more.”
“Ride my nose.” Higuruma begs from the other end. Breath breezing down your gooey core, it makes your thighs shiver- “Ride my nose, I don’t care. Ride my nose, ride my nose—”
And you’re just so overstimulated from all ends.
From the draaagging of Nanami’s thumb down the front of your neck, from the sensual touch of Higuruma’s nose being sandwiched between your pussylips, from the pleasure of them both playing with your body. It’s as if you’re their favorite toy to taste, to fuck - to worship because of the way they were being driven to absolute madness by those carnal sensations.
You can only jolt your body back and forth.
Down Nanami’s cock. Up Higuruma’s ready face.
Riding his nose just like you wanted- “S-so—” Somehow barely managing to gurgle out past the pulsating tip of his cock, “So close-”
“Close?” Higuruma perks up. “Fuh-fuck- I have you, angel.”
“Remember- no cumming until you take it here.” Nanami presses his thumb somewhere near where your voicebox was bulging with the intrusion of his inches. “You’re not there yet, darling…”
“But-”
“Please let her cum.” But to your surprise, it’s your law professor who is pleading your face.
Nanami raises a blond brow, “Oh?”
“Let her-” He slurps away on your swollen nub- sensitive and throbbing. He’s hollowing his cheeks out to get that suctioning sensation, already making your knees feel weak with pleasure. “Need her to- fuck, want her to cum on my tongue. Let her cum already.”
Nanami thrusts even deeper, “Hmm…I dunno.”
“I’m the one asking you.” Higuruma grumbles. “Let her cum-”
“Mmmpf- please.” And your brows furrow as the pit of bliss in your stomach grows stronger.
“Let her-” The law professor continues, “I’m begging you- fuck, she’s becoming so sweet. Let her cum-”
Pale brows furrowing. Sweat lines down his temple- “I don’t…just fit-” And he’s scrapin’ his bulbous tip down the roof of your cunt—all the way along to the back of your throat and targeting even further. “If she takes it until-”
Higuruma’s nose helping your grinds and bounces. “Just let her cum-”
“If she takes it-”
“Fucking let her-”
“G-gonna—” It’s the last thing you’re managing to get out before a sudden slam! of Nanami’s hips shut you up- and before you know it, you’re feeling the carnal scratch of his pubic hair. The feeling of his tawny curls at your skin, the intrusion of his throbbing shaft all the way down your throat.
And his thumb tapping where he’d marked a treasure spot - a spot he was supposed to meet. Nanami doesn’t have to say a single thing for Higuruma to bite his sharp canines down on your clit.
And before you know it, you’re bursting into your nth high of the night.
Not just your second, but your third, perhaps even your fourth.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your moans are nothing but soft crackles at the back of your throat. Higuruma draaaaags you all throughout those waves of bliss, elongating them with the thorough lavishing of his tongue.
Probin’ into every sweet spot.
Inside and out.
He digs his fingers into your thighs, now accomplishing his dream of having you ride his nose. Because you’re being made to arch your back n’ bounce your hips lecherously up and across.
Hittin’ those best angles- the peaks of your high absolutely burst through you.
And Nanami? Your history professor was enjoying the view - cocking his head to the side and smiling as you shatter on Higuruma’s face. He watches about half your orgasm bate, before starting to fuck his swollen cock back in and out of you. Thrusting.
“Now now—” Nanami murmurs. “You should be thankful my rubric’s so generous this time.”
You can only look up at him with your teary eyes.
That sight is enough for him to bite down on his lower lip n’ stop himself from cumming. No, he had something more important in his mind…
“Thirty seconds to finish up.” He says meanly. “Before I either drag your pussy off of his face or you have to drag yourself off, m’kay?”
“Tch- stingy.” Higuruma keeps lappin’ at you even after your high has passed.
And once that thirty seconds of more bliss have passed - just like Nanami said - he grips both hands ‘round the back of your scalp and wrenches you off of his cock. Off of Higuruma’s mouth. He’s bending down to spit straight between your lips—
“Now, I’m gonna be nice this one time because you took all of me. Understood?” The history professor states, so firm. “Nod if you understand, my love.”
You nod.
“Good.” He then kisses your lips- tasting you, tasting himself. “Now…do you want it from the back or face-to-face? Because m’fucking you filthy either way.”
“From- from the back.” You pant out.
And Nanami gives a single, stern nod before he lets you go. “Brace yourself.”
You’re collapsing back into the chair—sitting your ass down on it this time. Before the law professor suddenly has you in his arms - he supports you in getting off of the armchair and standing up. Now in the middle of his office, you’re stumbling onto your wobbly feet.
Your arms loop around Higuruma’s neck. “Hiromi…”
“Mmm, I love it when you call me that.” Higuruma kisses you.
“How unruly.” Both of you snap your heads at the sound of buttons popping- only to find that Nanami was taking off his button-up. And you were right- fuck, you were so right. He was so thoroughly chiselled underneath, almost Herculean in nature.
With the most naturally defined ridges n’ curves of his muscles—his firm pectorals, his washboard abs, his meaty thighs that make an appearance.
Nanami sheds of all his clothes before he stares down the two of you- “Addressing your professor by name? Clearly going against objectives to get ready? Making me jealous? What an undisciplined class, no need to be standing around.” He looks at you, “I’ll be fucking you until you can’t stand, anyway.”
A shiver runs down your spine—“Oh.”
“Now, darling.”
Higuruma lets you waddle away to Nanami- who merely swivels you around and bends you over the edge of his colleague’s desk. Papers and ink flying everywhere across the office as he does.
Folding you forwards until your head hits the table. Kneeing your legs apart.
It’s hitting you like a truck - your history professor is about to fuck you against your law professor’s desk.
“Stay still.” He gravels in your ear.
Nanami’s barely letting you take a breath before rubbin’ his bulbous tip down your dripping wet slit from behind. Hand gripping his thick hilt—up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Getting his inches coated in a glaze of your sap, Nanami hums at the feeling of you attempting to contract around him.
“This naughty girl’s reeeeal needy for me, huh?” Scorching breath heating up your skin, he kisses down your arched spine. “She says she can take all of me- can you?”
“Y-yes—” You’re sobbing into the polished mahogany. Bucking your hips up, “I want it, sir.”
You’re jolting as his puckered, pinkish tip smooches at your wet entrance- he’s just so thick that he can plug your hole up easily. Nanami’s tip throbs against your hole, and he reaches a right hand down to feel your pretty stomach - to feel where he’s going to be hittin’ with his hungry cock.
He breathes out airily—“You want it?”
“Yes-”
“Say please.”
“Please-”
“Hmmm?”
“Please, sir.”
Nanami lurches his hips back, back, backwards- “As you wish then, teacher’s pet.”
And then you’re being stuffed with an inch or two of him.
And by stuffed—you were seriously stuffed.
Thick and thorough. Almost too big to even fit in - Nanami fills out the orifice of your cunt without even trying. His ruby-red tip just manages to squeeze between your pussylips, before the first ring of muscle at your entrance makes him falter.
And he’s gritting his teeth at the sheer tightness, voice coming out as nothing but a hiss. “Fuck- didn’t you say that you can take it?” He’s pressing his left hand down at the base of your spine, leaning his weight in to keep you still. “Come back, my love- class isn’t over yet.”
You hadn’t even realized you’d been clawing at the desk until now. “S-sir—”
Just that is enough to make Nanami’s ravaged tip twitch inside of you- spurting out a few more dollops of pre. “Yes, darling?”
“I d-don’t—” Fuck- you swear you could feel him grow even harder inside of you at the sight of your teary expression. Staring at your history professor over your shoulder, “I don’t know if it even can fit.”
“Awww, my poor baby.” And you should know better than to let Nanami Kento hush your cries, you should know better than to let him lull you.
But you can’t help but get pulled into his big, strong arms anyway.
“My poor, poor baby.” And from one corner of the room, you could hear Higuruma’s distant laugh. Although you don’t have the time to wonder what it means, because Nanami’s continuing- “None of those boys ever taught you how to take a real cock, hm?”
And you can only nod.
“None of those boys have ever fucked you right, hm?”
Nodding once more.
“Don’t you worry, darling. If you can’t take this one…”
He presses a chaste peck against your hairline. Letting his soft breath waft over the crown of your head, and his chest ripple with his words, soft.
“-m’gonna make it fit.”
And that’s the last thing you’re hearing before Nanami’s rammin’ his swollen, aching cock into you like an animal- his furious cockhead burrowing in deep.
He manages to shovel just a few more inches inside, before the snugness of your channel acts up once more. Leaving him barely even able to reel his hips backwards—just that much of a tight fit that’s making his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
He shakes.
His groan cracks at the back of his throat. “O-oh.” Both of Nanami’s hands fly to the sides of your hips, and his fingers fucking shake where he holds you. “Oh, yeah.”
“Shit-” You’re flinching at the scalding sensation of his breath. Gusting.
And even that mere shiver- Nanami catches onto it. And it’s only making him clasp your body even tighter, pulling you into him—“You’re really not getting away until we make it fit, my love. Good luck.”
No matter how much his ravenous hips are rutting n’ bucking and trying oh-so-desperately to hammer even more of his inches inside- he can only fuck you in short, needy half-thrusts. The rest of him left to throb wildly behind you, he keeps on stretching and stretching your insides just to fit inside.
Each one of his bucks so desperate. So greedy.
The pointed tip of Nanami’s cockhead prods away at your innards as though he’s trying to claim every single ounce of space inside you-
“Have you forgotten that this is a joint class, Kento?”
Higuruma’s voice is enough to send pulses of adrenaline flowing through your body - and you’re just managing to look around Nanami’s toned frame. The law professor stands behind the two of you with his arms crossed, clothes mostly on except for his trousers being tugged down.
He held his blushin’ cock in one hand, pumping furiously at the sight of his star student.
Nanami himself sighs—though he doesn’t stop his sloppy scouring of your innards for a single second. He looks straight at the other man as he asks- “Oh yes…would you like her now or after me, Hiromi?”
“Now.” Higuruma narrows his heady eyes at the two of you. And the blond-haired man slightly growls at his answer, seemingly grappling with the thought of leaving your pretty pussy right about now- “But don’t pull out.”
You feel like you’re experiencing whiplash. “What?”
Nanami only raises a sharp brow.
And Higuruma himself can’t help but crack a sleazy smirk-
Before you know it, he’s rounding the two of you. Coat off. White button-up flapping open.
He tugs on the smooth, black tie that was hanging haphazardly from his neck- and gestures something indiscernible at the other man.
Though, clearly both professors understood.
Because one second you’re slouched on top of Higuruma’s desk, droolin’ stupidly over some important documents as Nanami Kento pounds you into oblivion - and in the next second, he’s lifting you off of it.
Cleanly off the desk.
One hand wrapped around your waist, the other putting you in a headlock.
He pulls you up as though you’re nothing- and you’re ogling the way his biceps bulge around your throat. Feeling the cushy firmness of his strength—“W-what are you-”
“D’you know what a standing full nelson is?” Higuruma asks. And for a second you think he’s asking you - maybe this was some strange sort of quiz - but then Nanami nods.
“Thought that only happens in fiction? Don’t tell me you’re a secret freak, Hiromi?” He scoffs, though he pulls out either way.
“And look who’s talking…” Then Higuruma looks at you and taps his shoulders. “Hold on, angel, he’s going to lift you.”
“Shit…”
As expected, you’re holding onto Higuruma’s broad shoulders for leverage- whilst Nanami bends and loops his hands around your legs. His strong forearms where your knees were.
Scooping you up into his arms.
Holding them up.
Holding you up.
Hoverin’ well over six feet in the air.
Yelping, you’re digging your nails into the law professor’s shoulders - but if it hurt, then he doesn’t’ react to the pain. Honestly, you don’t even think he could feel it right now—because Higuruma was holding out his tie.
Measuring it against your face-
Tying it around your face like a blindfold.
He knots it at the back of your head, and suddenly the room is curtained in nothing but pure black. You could only hear the gruffness of both men’s chuckles, and Higuruma asking. “Everything alright, angel?”
“Of course, it is.” Nanami mutters- almost to himself. Though he does stretch your legs a little wider, presumably to show to the other man—“Look how fucking drenched she is.”
“Good girl.”
“Naughty, you mean.”
“I must beg to differ.”
And you’re arching against Nanami’s toned front, the plushness of his abs digging against your back. It was the most sensual massage you’ve felt in your entire life- “Please- ngh, what’s with the blindfold?”
“Oh, that…” Higuruma starts. “Guess.”
“What?”
“Guess.”
Brains wracking- “You aren’t going to leave me hanging, are you?”
“No.”
“Is this a roleplay?”
“No.”
“A kink thing?”
“Well…”
“A BDSM thing?”
“Guess.”
You’re feeling helplessness wash over you—“B-but, I already did-”
“No, my love.” Nanami’s the one to speak up this time. He leans down so that he’s pressing an innocent kiss to the edge of your hairline, “We’re going to make this slutty pussy guess which one of us she’s being fucked by.”
Your jaw drops.
And your cunt grows even wetter.
An occasion that the two professors are watching with awe-
Higuruma in particular finds himself breathing out—“And your time starts…now.”
And then you’re hearing the shuffling of his trousers- right before a sudden proddin’ intrusion starts up at your entrance. It was hot and throbbing—so needy that your teeth are set on edge by the sheer volume of precum that he was emptying out.
You’re feeling his thick tip start to eeeease in- squeezing in past the tightness of your channel for a bit before pulling back and fucking you ruthlessly in semi-thrusts.
“H-Hiromi?” You guess. Surely, with him being the one that was removing his trousers it must be…
“Wrong.” Nanami grins.
And then you’re feeling his cock give you a few vicious pumps before he’s pulling away - leaving you all empty and yearning for more. Your glistening hole clenches a few times around nothing, before a sudden globular tip starts kissin’ your entrance once more.
You’re bucking back in Nanami’s arms in an attempt to figure out just who it might be- but the history professor holds onto you firmly. Not a single inch.
Not a single inch less.
Whoever was fucking you takes no more time before swabbin’ his swollen erection inside once more- biting back a groooan at the feeling of your tightening walls.
It’s the same short, jerky thrusts from before just to fit in.
“Sir?” You’re gasping out. But surely, it can’t be twice in a row…“No wait- is it Hiromi this time?”
The cadence of his hips stops abruptly. “Can’t get enough of the law, can you?”
Nanami.
And you don’t know whether it’s the fact that you’re just feeling your brain melt at the sheer stimulation between your legs, you don’t know whether it’s the fact that both handsome men had you sandwiched between their muscular bodies—it was just driving you wild. Making you stupid.
A line of drool slicks down the side of your mouth, and Nanami doesn’t hesitate before leaning in and lickin’ it off. “I should punish you for this.”
“I-I—oh, fuck.” Whatever words were on the tip of your tongue get swallowed up by the feeling of yet another round, ruddied cockhead pushing inwards. Pulsing. Prying apart your walls. And you’re noticing that this one is slightly slimmer than the last, more pointed, more honed, more of its curvaceous tip that tilts to the left.
It makes you shiver at the feeling of his bawling divot dragging across your walls so perfectly. “Is this- sir-”
“Try again, angel.”
It was a struggle to piece your thoughts together, and Higuruma’s voice is the only thing that makes you realize-
“Hiromi.”
“Mhmmm—” Before you know it, the other man has one hand dipping between your jittery legs. His fingers easily locate your clit to tug n’ pry like the cutest gummy - how sweet. And he’s timing it to the constant probes of his looooong, smooth cock. “Good girl. A++ for that.”
“You’re quite the generous grader.” Nanami scoffs. “I would have given that a B.”
“What can I say? I do have a soft spot for her…” Higuruma’s cock was slightly lengthier than Nanami’s, you’re noticing - though not quite as thick. And with less veins that didn’t massage your inner orifices as much, but made it soooo much easier for him to slip even deeper.
Especially with this position, he manages to probe his cockhead further past where Nanami’s thicker one was able to fit.
Reaching almost for your throat with his blushing, frenzied tip- Higuruma gives a final roll over your clit before he’s pulling out. Letting a few ribbons of sap gush down your legs after him-
Ones that are being fucked right back up with a second length.
Thicker. Harder.
Throbbing so much that you swear you can count them all the way at the top of your head- Nanami’s shaft was next. And he’s lavishing your entrance with so much attention—draaaaagging his vein-decorated shaft in and out. In and out. In and out.
“S-so?” He rasps out from behind. Higuruma’s cockhead had mazed open your insides just a bit more, and Nanami struggles not to let his voice tremble. “Which one of us, darling?”
“Y-you—”
That earns you a bite on the shell of your ear. “No.”
Before he’s pulling back out.
And your breath catches- “Wait- I meant sir. It’s you, sir—”
“Too late for that now.”
“Awww, come now.” Higuruma coos as well. “How are we supposed to make an example out of our star student if she just keeps makin’ mistakes?”
“I think she’s gettin’ lazy now, huh?” The other man responds. And now both of their ruddied cockheads were droolin’ all over your entrance- mixing with the sweetened syrup that was already dripping out of you and creating such a mess. “Maybe she doesn’t deserve our cocks at all?”
“Don’t say that—” You could feel your law professor’s eyes turn to you. “You deserve it- hah, don’t you, angel?”
Shivering at the feeling of both cocks sandwiching between your pussylips. Now that they’d both pulled out- it’s as if they were fighting over who can be next. Rubbin’ and teasing. “I do—” Your voice cracks on that last note, “P-please, I do-”
“I’m still not convinced.”
Higuruma continues, “Promise us you’ll be a good girl? That you’ll listen to what your professors have to say?”
“I will I will-”
“Promise us that no more of that teasin’ stuff in class?” His prominent nose slides down the column of your throat, breathing in your essence. “None of that bending over?”
“Yes—” But you could already hear the question in your throat - and it seems that they could, too.
And it makes Nanami gruffs out. “Because - forgive us - but you do realize that it’s not just us seeing your little…display, darling?” He spreads open your legs even wider, and Higuruma’s ministrations grow even more frenzied on your clit. Squeezing. Pinching. Flicking.
And you’re restless- “Wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean to say that there are others more…undeserving that see those legs of yours, those panties, those tits.” There’s a sharp edge to his words—“Those boys in class can’t take their eyes off of you.”
“We can’t either, of course.” Higuruma responds. Squeezing his cock inside- “But at least that little performance of yours is meant for us, right?”
“Don’t like the way they look at you.” Nanami’s also squeezing his cock inside now - both of them bullying your hole at once. Creating a stretch that makes your vision go white- so much carnal stimulation that your entire body wracks with shakes. “Don’t like the way they turn to look. Don’t like the way they have to mysteriously…disappear into the bathrooms any time you do your little show.”
“Given…we do the same.” The law professor continues—“Because fuck- how fuckin’ pretty you look all dressed up in silk. Makes it hard not to cream my pants everytime I see you- but none of those boys have the balls to back that admiration up.”
Giving you a thorough slam—both of them.
Higuruma’s the one to continue, “But we do.”
“Because I rub my cock raw to you, my love.” Nanami ends off, holding you close to him. “N’ none of those boys could ever fuck you like we do.”
“Yes, p-please—” And you’re pushed between both of their sculptured fronts. Unable to see them- but you could feel the ridges and curves of their muscles, the way they were both leaning in as though they couldn’t get enough of you. “I only want…ngh.”
One of your arms wrap around Higuruma’s neck, and the other reaches behind you to attempt to clasp onto Nanami’s.
“Just want the two of you…”
“Hmmm…” Nanami’s cock twitches at your gooey entrance- “A+”
And then they’re alternating between fucking you—
“Hiromi.” You’re gasping at the intrusion of his smoothened tip, the velvety texture of him reaching for so many spots inside you but most importantly- that g-spot.
And then he’s pulling back out.
“Sir- fuck, Professor Kento.” Nanami swabs his thickened tip inside and hits that precise spot. Although he decides to take it a few steps further this time and dig his rounded tip into the very back of your pussy, bottoming-out. “Shit shit shit—”
Thrust after thrust.
Pulling out. Shovelling back in.
Making you guess just which one of your two older professors were takin’ over your pussy right now- it made your head dizzy just trying to keep track. Bounced up and down in their arms.
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi.”
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi—” Before your voice shatters at the feeling of…two thickened lengths attempting to fit inside. Fighting against the resistance for a few sloppy strokes before they’re siiiiiiiiiiiinking in- “And Professor K-Kento, sir…” The feeling of their large, slick-glazed cocks were just incredible - rubbin’ against your walls and one another. Like nothing earlier.
It was a stretch like you’ve never felt before, hittin’ spots that you didn’t even know you had.
And both professors held onto your shaking body tight- they shovelled their lengths in and out of you. Two blushin’ cockheads heading for your g-spot, before their slide-slide-sliiiiiding all the way down to end up at your cervix.
Stretching apart your walls.
Making your channel bulge.
Letting the curves of their mushroomy tips drag apart your walls, n’ press into the sweetest spots of your nerves. Both of their heavy ballsacks smack-smack the front of your cunt right on time with their thrusts. Thrust after thrust.
Again and again.
Nanami grunts at the sensation of Higuruma deep inside you, “F-fuck…”
“You can say that again.” Higuruma himself replies.
By now, the jostlin’ about had meant that your blindfold was falling off- and you could see the two men upon either side of you. Shovelling their hot cocks deep inside your pussy, positively ravaging you.
The law professor’s fingers weren’t letting up on your clit just yet, either.
He quirks his digits just a bit to draw a little heart upon it—and soon enough you find yourself throwing your head back with a moan. “G-gonna-”
“Shhhh—” Nanami grins. His ears keenly listen to the noises from between your legs - they were just so much louder now that you had two thickened shafts ramming into you. “This pussy says she’s gonna cum soon, darling.”
“Y-you little-”
A harsh hammerin’ on your spongy cervix. “Pardon, my love?”
“Nothing—oh.” Even their thrusting styles were different - Nanami Kento with his thorough, solid slashes as though he was trying to reach your womb every single time. And Higuruma Hiromi with slightly slower, smoother glides of his cock - soothing through the nooks n’ crannies that Nanami had activated first.
It was the perfect combination.
Naughty and nice.
Though not exactly in the way you’d initially thought.
And perhaps this manner was what was making you so desperate to cum again- “Please-” Gasping. “Let me cum—”
You’re looking between a grinning Nanami and Higuruma. Dazedly.
“Please may I-” Choking out in-between the moans and droplets of saliva that were gushing out of you- falling onto Higuruma’s puffed-out chest. “-cum, sirs?”
Both of their rock-hard cocks twitch deep inside of you.
And you’re briefly seeing a silent conversation pass between them-
“Go ahead, angel.”
“Cum all over my cock, darling.”
And it might have been minutes, it might have been seconds, it might have been split-seconds later once you’re crashing into your high. The waves of white-hot pleasure taking over you until it felt like your body was burning up.
Feverish.
You’re crying out as you attempt to bounce your lewd hips back into both their shovelling shafts- but they’ve already got you. They’re holding onto your perspired body - so limp now with pleasure - and lettin’ their pointed cockheads hit each and every nerve bundle inside.
Pinpointing your g-spot with their lengths.
Targeting it especially through peak after peak.
After peak.
Your cunt trickles with honeyed slick- and it slips between your three bodies to drench Higuruma and Nanami’s cocks. Their thighs. Their bodies.
Making it even louder to thrust into your cunt—you’re forced to raise your voice just a little just so that they can hear. “Sh-shit…” Until eventually you’re feeling so raw on their relentless cocks that you’re unsure whether you want them to elongate those waves of bliss or whether you want to fucking run away—“It feels so- oh, it feels…”
“And what do we say?” Nanami’s deep baritone croons out. He doesn’t slow down for a single second as he speaks- even though he himself was feeling a little sensitive by this point.
He hits his full ballsack against the front of your cunt and hisses- “Can I have it all inside…” You’re looking between them with wide, heart-shaped pupils. “-sirs?”
And you should’ve known what that would do.
You should’ve known how much that would break them.
Because with only a few final thrusts, both Higuruma and Nanami cum inside you with loud slurps! of your greedy cunt. Gobblin’ up all those white ropes of seed that they were emptying out - sheer volumes that they’d been holding onto for hours, days, this entire semester.
Nanami furrows his golden brows and presses his face into the crook of your neck. Groaning as he fucks you through his orgasm, “A-and here I was just expecting a thank you…”
“Our girl always was the sweetest.” Higuruma coos.
Your history professor rides through his high with his teeth grit, jaw working overtime to keep his noises to a minimum - he wanted to hear your soft gasps and groans even more. Though his body shakes as it keeps on thrummin’ with pleasure.
Visceral.
Meanwhile, your law professor let out such husky grunts after each splat! of cum that he emptied out against your womb. He couldn’t even handle fucking you properly anymore and his hips kept on stutterin’ through his waves.
Cheeks flushed. Gaze locked on you.
He didn’t want to tear it away.
Both of them are cumming so much that you nearly can’t tell who’s who - with their dollops of heated, syrupy sap. Each divot bawling them out messily—you can feel them stick against the end of your pussy, right where your cervix was, before being stirred about by the motions of their cylindrical shafts.
Their prominent veins massagin’ your sweetest spots. Their globular cockheads pumping every single droplet inside you.
Every single droplet.
Not a single bead of that ivory cum escapes—but they’re both still looking at each other with the same idea.
And you’re seeing yet another silent conversation pass between them that you miss. “Oh?”
In almost no time, Higuruma and Nanami have you splayed out on the polished desk - back against its flat surface, legs held high in the air. This time, however, both their faces were between your pussylips and attempting to beat the other—
They were lappin’ their dual tongues over your leaking cunt like they were starved.
Nanami’s hand pressing down on your stomach to make a few more droplets spray out of your hole- Higuruma’s hand flicking over your clit still.
You lean back on your elbows and watch them.
And what a sight it was: both their handsome faces between your legs.
They nudge their noses against the creamy layers on top of your cunt, and swivel the mess around like mad. You could see through your tears the exact moment - the exact moment - that their pinkish tongues meet in the middle.
Where Higuruma’s tastebuds overlap with Nanami’s as they’re suckling on your clit- and they both flinch at the sensation before moaning—
And that’s before the door clicks.
“Oi, why are the lights still on? Don’t you know that campus has closed a long time ag-”
You pause.
Nanami pauses.
Higuruma pauses.
And so does Professor Shiu Kong - Head of the Mathematics Department, also PhD with Distinction.
His jaw drops as his eyes drift over from the mess of clothes on the floor, to the mess that’d been made of you. Bite marks all over your throat. The blindfold still around your neck. And even more - you could see the way his hands tighten on his files as his gaze probes deeper, taking in your leaking, lecherous cunt.
No one moves.
Except for Shiu, who steps inside.
Your heart was in your throat.
Getting ready for a berating of some kind- or potentially even worse. Perhaps a suspension, perhaps Nanami and Higuruma would be fired at once-
“So…” Shiu’s husky voice interrupts your thoughts. “-got room for mathematics?”
A/N. Heheheheh ofc we got room for youuuuuuuuu Shiu <33
Nanami Kento always takes care of you when he comes home from work, gripping your waist and hauling you effortlessly onto his desk like you weigh nothing. The way his fingers press into your soft thighs sends the most wonderful chill along your spine, goosebumps rising in their wake before he flips up your skirt around your waist, loving the sight of how wet you are already.
Nanami Kento, who always looks at you with tender eyes as he asks, "were you thinking of me while I was away?" before sliding two fingers through your slick folds, "you’re absolutely soaked for me." and slowly sinks down to his knees in front of you so he can bury his face between your thighs.
Nanami Kento, who takes his time with you, treating you like the most precious thing he's ever held, "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your inner thigh, his warm breath making that pretty head of yours dizzy. His lips brushing against your skin in feather light kisses, working their way higher with careful attention. Each touch worshipful, making your heart flutter in your chest.
Nanami Kento, who when he finally reaches your center, like always, he pauses to place that sweet greeting, a gentle kiss that makes your toes curl every time. And with a simple smirk, he can never resist giving one of your delicate folds a playful nip, drawing out those sweet noises he adores so much, “so sweet, just like honey bread.” he murmurs against your slick wet heat, his tongue delving in between your wet lips, lapping up your juices and humming at the taste. His blonde locks, once neatly slicked back now fall around his face tickling your inner thighs.
Nanami Kento, who’s dress shirt strains against his biceps as he holds you spread open, completely at his mercy, forcing you to take every devastating lick and suck, "you can take it." Your hands scrabble desperately against the polished wood as he alternates between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your now swollen clit. The dual assault causing literal hearts to form in your eyes as your lower belly starts to tighten.
Nanami Kento, whose tongue wriggles inside you with practiced skill, mapping every inch of your velvety walls. He always explores you thoroughly, committing each and every detail of you to memory- the way you clench around his tongue, how your thighs quiver when he hits that perfect spot, the little gasps and whimpers that fall from your lips, and how your nails leave traces of this evening on his desk.
Nanami Kento, who finally sends you over the edge. Your back arching off the desk as you squirt hard against his mouth, clear juices gush all over his tongue and dribbling down his chin. The love of your life, who is right there with you, lapping up every drop, "That taste," he whispers, "I'll be thinking about it all day tomorrow at work. Counting the hours until i can have you again." The sight of you, spread wide, flushed, and panting on his desk has his cock rock hard, but he ignores his own need, his only concern being you, his lovely little wife. So he doesn't stop, instead he just groans before diving back in, determined to wring another orgasm from your oversensitive body.
You thrash and writhe as he continues his sweet torture, until your vision starts to blur as another peak builds rapidly, "Gonna make you cum until you pass out on my tongue," he promises before flicking your clit between his teeth. And when you cum again on his lips, he still persists, your body feeling as if it's floating away as consciousness starts to slip. Only when your legs go completely limp does he finally pull back, his chin and lips glistening with your abundant release. His chuckle the last thing you hear before passing out, utterly destroyed by your husband’s, Nanami Kento's masterful tongue.
he comes home to a freshly cleaned house, the fresh smell of cleaner and air freshener wafting through the air. He drops his suitcase to the floor, kicking off his shoes and slipping off his jacket. He sees you hurrying around the corner to greet him.
“Well back home, Mr. Gojo,” you smile, taking his jacket from him and picking up his suit case.
He sighs, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves, a tired and annoyed look written on his face.
“Dinner we’ll be finished in about half an hour—”
“No need. Finish your tasks and meet me upstairs when you’re done.” He stares at as if he’s looking straight through you, his tone deep and words sharp. You can tell he wasn’t in the best of moods…which can only mean one thing.
“Yes, sir.” You nod, thighs squeezing together when you glance down at his pants, noticing his bulge. He walks away as you hang his coat and put his briefcase in the closet.You quickly head to the kitchen, turning the stove off.
The house is silent when you walk up the stairs, heart racing the closer you get to his room. The door is cracked, beckoning you to step inside. Slowly, you push the door open to see Mr. Gojo standing there completely naked. He strokes his cock slow, beads of pre cum dripping from the tip.
“Crawl,” he demands.
You do nothing but obey, dropping to your hands and knees, crawling towards the tall man. You can feel your pussy throb with anticipation, growing wetter when you hear him curse under his breath. Finally, you’re at his feet, looking up at him through your lashes. He reaches a hand down, gently cupping your face before he slips his thumb past your lips, laying it flat on your tongue.
You suck on it, swirling your tongue around the digit while never breaking the contact with the man. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, moving his wrist in circular motions as pumps his cock. Without saying a word, he stops touching himself and immediately you know to take over. Both of your hands wrap around his shaft, thick and veiny, moving up and down.
“Such an obedient girl.” He pets the top of your head, removing his thumb from your mouth. “You like doing what I tell you to?” He hums.
“Yes, sir.” You nod, sticking your tongue out and licking the underside of his head, pressing small kisses to it in the process.
He lets out a throaty groan, tossing his head back when he feels your lips wrap around his cock, pushing him to the back of your warm throat. “Fuck! Atta girl.”
You gag around his cock, feeling his big hand on the back of your head, pushing deeper under your nose is pressed against his abdomen. Tears well up in your eyes as he holds you there for a few seconds. He eventually pulls you off, strings of spit connecting from your lips to his cock. You gasp for air, trying to catch your breath while jerking him off. He pushes your head down towards his balls, your mouth wrapping around them as you suck and lick at the sensitive area.
“Yessss, just like that,” he moans, eyes rolling back. “Get it nice and fucking sloppy.” A lazy smile spreads around his face when spit on his cock, taking him in your mouth again and opening your throat the deeper you go. He grabs either side of your head, holding you still before he starts fucking your throat. “This is just what I needed,” he breathes.
Your nails dig into his muscular thighs, leaving crescent marks in his skin. He can hear you choking on his dick, he can feel each time he hits the back of your throat, and he can see the tears rolling down your cheeks, but knows that you can take it. You enjoy when he treats you like this. Like a toy.
He pulls your head away, giving a brief break. You gasp for air again, coughing as you suck in a breath. “Oh god, look at a what a fucking mess you are. So perfect.” He rubs the head of his cock over your lips and across your face. You smile up at him, purely caught in a moment of ecstasy, a hazy look in your eyes. “Keep looking at me that and I’ll cum all over that pretty face of yours.” He bites down is his lip.
“Please, sir. I want it,” you beg, voice soft. You give kitten licks to the head of his cock, kissing down his shaft. His dick throbs, jumping up when you lick at a prominent vein running along his shaft. “Cum on my face, pretty please.” You blink your lashes up at him, pumping his cock while you suck on one of his balls.
“S-shitttt. Fuck me.” His voice grows shaky, jaw slack as he watches the way you desperately try and milk the cum out of him. “Oh fuck,” he gasps. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” His abdomen tenses up, balls tightening up as you stick your tongue out for him and speed up your pace. “Nnnghh! Fuckkkk!” He groans, thick white ropes spurting from his cock, landing all across your face.
Your eyes quickly shut, feeling the warm substance hit your skin, from your forehead, tongue, lips, and so on. His hips quiver, loud moans echoing all throughout the house as finally comes down from his orgasm. You pry open your eyes, that tired look back on his face, trying to catch his breath.
“Mmmm.” You lick the cum off of your lips. “Need anything else from me, Mr. Gojo?” You innocently ask.
“No…no, not at the moment.” He gulps, sitting on the edge of bed. “Thank you, sweetheart. Such a good girl,” he praises.
“Of course. I’ll clean up and get dinner back on as soon as possible.” You sweetly smile at him, standing to your feet to walk out his room and give him his space. “If you need to destress again, please don’t hesitate. It’s what I’m here for.” You shut the door behind you.
⋆｡°✩ warnings; NSFW/MDNI, priest au, blasphemy, religious themes, infidelity (mentioned), unhappy marriage, masturbation (m), explicit sexual thoughts, breeding kink, obsession, power imbalance, um dont like dont read?,morally gray higuruma
⋆｡°✩ a/n; pls dont kill me? this was an ant at the back of my brain constantly biting me?
⋆｡°✩ taglist; .... refer to this post to be added to my taglist!
priest! higuruma who’s the pillar of the community. at every event, every fundraiser, every sunday sermon, he’s there; his presence is calm, reassuring, and his kindness is shown to every member of the congregation.
priest! higuruma who remembers the names of every child in the parish. who asks about their school, their scraped knees, their little wins and complaints. who listens patiently to the elderly recount the same stories every week without complaint. who gives little hard candies to the kids who do exceptionally well during bible study that week.
priest! higuruma who sits in the confessional every thursday evening, listening to the sins of his community without judgment, or as much as second thought.
priest! higuruma who recognizes your voice the moment you sit on the other side of the screen. youre the wife that everyone envies, the one who married the wealthiest man in the community, and has a seemingly perfect life.
priest! higuruma who listens to you when you confess that you hate your husband and his mistress. who hears the way your voice trembles when you say you can't leave, because you'll have nothing. you're staying for the children.
priest! higuruma who has heard countless confessions in the past, lies, stolen objects, petty actions done to spite others. but none of them had made his jaw tighten quite like listening to this has.
priest! higuruma who swears he just hates it because it violates the scancity of marriage. a precious partnership for this life and the hereafter that shouldn't be taken lightly.
priest! higuruma who watches you more closely the following days. how you show up in public without your husband. how you're more attentive to your kids. how sometimes, when you come to church early in the morning to pray at the altar, your eyes are swollen like you've been crying.
he's never felt so angry before. how could anyone hurt someone as kind as you? hell, you apologized for being angry and your cheating scumbag of a husband.
priest! higuruma who prays even more than before, for you constantly invade his thoughts. the temptation of sin constantly rises whenever he thinks about you. youre so beautiful, and kind, and he hopes that god will forgive him for his impure mind.
priest! higuruma who listens to you week after week, just confessing to how you don't know what to do anymore. his heart breaks for you, but he can't say anything in the moment. what he would give to tear down the damn screen and hold you so close you forget about that scumbag.
priest! higuruma who does the unthinkable after sunday's congregation when you left your handkerchief behind after dabbing a stray tear from your eye. he pockets it deep into his robes and takes it into his room that night.
priest! higuruma who smells your scent like its his faith while his free hand slowly strokes his aching cock, the weight of his sin heavy on his heart and his hand, but he couldn't care less in the moment.
all he can imagine is the what ifs if you had married him instead. if you didn't choose that scumbag. would you stroke him slowly and all shy? or would you take him into your mouth without hesitation and suck him dry?
his hand unconsciously starts stroking faster, and faster, his fantasies about you becoming more and more unhinged. he'd fuck you slow and deep making sure you'd take everyyy last drop, fucking you full of his kids. gods, he wants to see you swell with his seed, so much so that he cums faster than he ever has before.
priest! higuruma you cums all over your poor handkerchief. it's ruined now, so instead he washes it and hides it under his mattress. his little secret between him and god. he swears he'll repent and never do it again. but he finds himself repeating the same routine every night.
you are the salvation he prays for and the sin he fears, your tears so painfully beautiful. if only they weren't shed for another man who doesn't deserve them, not one bit.
priest! higuruma whos fed up with watching you waste away. you're in the confessional box again, tears streaming down your face silently.
"sometimes... i think God forgot about me." you whisper, your voice breaking with sobs that are being choked back.
he pauses after a sharp intake of breath.
"i don't believe He did." he says quietly, but God was the last thing on his mind. All this thoughts are occupied by you.
priest! higuruma who finally sees you stand up for yourself, you prepare to leave your husband, find strength for your children, and somewhere along the way? you realize that it wasn't the end of the world.
priest! higuruma who knows its only a matter of time before you become his. <3
frat!gojo likes to secretly fuck librarian!reader…
you’re only a couple years older than him, but somehow scored a job at the college library. He thinks you’re so cute, sitting behind the desk, jotting down notes and keeping things organized. The first thing his eyes notice when he steps in is your button down blouse and skirt. He knows you’re in dress code, but he can easily picture what’s underneath, your shirt tight against your tits, and your skirt hugging your ass. He’s very aware he’s a perv. He keeps nasty photos and videos of you in a hidden folder on his phone, made for his eyes only.
He has pictures of you with his cum covering your face and tits, videos of you deep throating him in the back of the library, pictures of your cunt stretched around his cock. The list goes on. You’re such a slut and the average person wouldn’t even know. They don’t know how desperate you get for dick that you’re willing to fuck in a public space. He’s surprised neither of you have gotten caught, but that’s the fun in it.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He leans against the desk, looking down at you.
“Gojo, go away. I’m working,” you sigh, putting a book in the return bin.
“I just wanted to say hi,” he chuckles.
“Unless you’re here to return that book you checked out, I don’t wanna talk.”
He leans in closer towards you, smirking to himself as he reaches over plays with the collar of your shirt, pretending to fix it. “Isn’t your break soon? Maybe we can talk then?” He licks his lips.
Fifteen minutes later and Gojo has you on your knees in the employee only bathroom, your tits out and his cock down your throat. Both of your hands cup your tits, pulling at your hard nipples as he fucks your face. Spit messily coats your chin and drips onto your chest, your lipstick smeared across your face and his shaft.
“Stick out your tongue, baby.” He pulls out of your mouth, pointing the phone towards your face as he slaps his heavy cock on your tongue. He lets out a breathless chuckle, smiling down at you. “You’re such a fucking mess. Stand up and let me get a look at your pussy.”
You’re quick on your feet, hiking up your skirt as you bend over the sink, spreading your legs for him. The cold air hits your warm cunt, sending shivers up your spine. Gojo walks up behind you, spreading your ass, pointing the camera at your dripping pussy.
“No fucking panties? You were hoping I’d come visit you today, huh? So wet just from sucking my dick.” He stood up straight, rubbing the head of his cock against your folds, nudging against your puffy clit.
“Nngh! Hurry up my break ends soon!” You say between moans, gripping the edge of the sink.
“Impatient, are we?” He sucks in a deep breath, the swollen head of his cock pushing past your folds, your gummy walls wrapping around him inch by inch, stretching your poor cunt. “Mmmm, fuck you’re always so warm and tight.” His hand swats against your ass as slowly begins to move his hips.
You can feel yourself squeeze around him, sucking him back in each time he gets close to pulling out. The fat of your ass smacks against his hips, the sound echoing off of the bathroom walls. “Ah! Yes, yes!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Look at how fucking tight you’re gripping me, holy shit—fuck!” He groans. He points the camera towards the point where you two meet, capturing the way your pussy leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock, squelching each time he pushes his hips deeper.
Your legs feel like jelly as he continues to hit that sweet spot at the very back. You can feel his cock throb against your walls, nestling his cock deep inside of you, his hips flush against your ass. “Ah! Fuck!” You squeal. He snaps his hips again, his strokes fast and ruthless, your entire body being knocked forward against the sink. “Just like that! Please, please,” you pant. Sweat clings to your skin, your body heating up the closer the orgasm draws near.
“You about to cum already?” He mockingly says. “What a greedy pussy.” He scoffs.
“Gonna…cum! Oh my godddd—I’m cumming!” Gojo slaps his hand over your mouth as you have a screaming orgasm. He can feel your pussy clench around him as he continues to fuck you, continuing to hit that sweet spot of yours to turn your brain into mush. Your body shakes in his hold, looking down at his phone to make sure he’s capturing the whole thing. A smile pulls at the corner of his lips, watching the way you coat his cock in your cum, covering it in white.
“Fuck! There you go! Yes, yes!” He grunts, thrusting into you hard, your ass rippling against his hips as he grows desperate to reach his orgasm. He bites down on his lower lip, trying his best to conceal his own moans so you two won’t get caught. “Oh shit…I’m gonna cum…oh fuckkk.” His jaw goes slack, tempted to cum inside of you but he quickly pulls out, his hand pumping his cock, nasty and slick. Thick ropes of warm cum land on your messy pussy, costing your folds and even some of your ass. His hips twitch, his cock sensitive as he drains every last drop. He breathes heavily, smacking your ass as he records the mess you both made. He ends the recording, laughing to himself.
“You got it all over me, Gojo!” You huff, feeling it drip between your legs.
“I’m sorry. Here.” He grabs some paper towels, wiping you up as best as he could.
“You’re lucky I have a pair of underwear in my bag.” You stand up straight, fixing your skirt and shirt. “My makeup!” You gasp, looking at your smeared lipstick and runny mascara in the mirror. “I can’t walk out like this!” You turn to him, smacking his shoulder.
“Not my fault you suck dick so good. Just say you were crying or something?” He shrugs.
“Ugh, whatever. I have to go. Don’t let anyone see you walk out this bathroom or—”
“Or we’ll both be in big trouble. Yeah, I know.” He nods, adjusting his belt and pulling his shirt down. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He gives you a sleazy smile, pulling you in by your waist.
“Maybe…we’re supposed to be really busy tomorrow.”
He sucks his teeth and roll his eyes. “You always say that and yet it’s never true. Come on, sweetheart, I can see that smile on your face.”
You turn away from him, trying your hardest to hold back your smile. “Fine. Tomorrow.” You nod.
“Can’t wait.” He kisses your cheek before you pull away. “Aye! Send me some pictures of you in the shower tonight, yeah? I’m in the mood for some soapy titty pics.”
“Whatever, play boy!” You roll your eyes, walking out of the bathroom, hearing him laugh at your response.
you were a virgin. well, for a reason. it was rooted in puritan traditions as well as an idealistic personal choice of wanting your first to be with someone you marry.
“this isn’t sex. so don’t worry” satoru flashed a puerile smile, showcasing his milk white canine teeth which dug in to his spit glossed lips.
his cock, colored in a deeper shade of wisteria with protruding veins woven around, slid on the thin layer of your dampened panties. your thighs were parted with his obstinate hands, both knees pressed right on the mattress; having you in full view.
your cotton panties, were too wet, clinging on to you—even more so, due to him caressing and pressing it on your skin with the help of his shaft to vividly showcase the lining of your pussy.
“relax cutie, this is within the rules” albeit, it actually wasn’t.
clearly not at all. but all you could do was let out indecent whimpers of bittersweet pleasure. satoru’s idea of celibacy was simple. anything but the intercourse—which was totally wrong but oh well. “come on, baby. don’t be shy”. his cheeky cadence trapped you in a profane dichotomy; left you teetering between a rebuke or an allowing of him to continue his orgasmic torture.
“’toru, mhm, n–no..” puny protests scrambled from your mouth earning a teasing chuckle from him. “haah—please” but it all simply met with complete disregard.
satoru’s bulky tip, a muted smudge of a pastel pink, was already salivating. a string of thick pre-cum on his slit, dispersed itself on the wetness of your panties. “hm, you sure say no but you are dripping for me” he uttered through clenched teeth, rubbing the underside of his length on to your clothed folds. “yeah, feel this huh?”.
a hedonistic smiled etched on to his porcelain face, the corner of his lips formed a torpid crescent. mischievously, his pale fingers guided himself in between your folds, his dick grinding itself between your puffed labia. “fuck, you seriously do grip like a damn virgin”.
he squeezed the bulbous head of his cock, his speed increasing with needy pantings. sweat beads laid artistry of webs on his forehead, temple and neck. his pearl luminescent face was flush with a spread of crimson from pure need and want.
his eyes had drooped, jaw tightened as he stretched the hem of your panties upwards till your naval. the movement caused the fabric to thin out—you could feel him. clearly. tangible even with the barrier of your soaked panties.
you let out a visceral moan when his tip nudged your clit with a soft, slow kiss. his cockhead traced the outline of your cunt, palpating red to stuff you full with his cum soiled dick.
“fuck, wonder what it’d be like inside this tight virgin pussy.” his lilt slowed, sensual as if aching with yearn. his blue-flamed orbs darkened in to a softer grey, half-lid, staring directly at you. “you ever wonder that, sweetie? this huuuge dick slowly filling you up, right inside this sweet little spot. would go all the way in yeah. mhm… ever think of so?”
“thinking about me bottoming out. you know what that is baby? every inch of me inside of you. inside your wet cunt. hmm, takin’ your virginity, corruptin’ every bit of your innocence.”
and there it was. with a few more incessant rubs against your outline, he spurted out thick loads of pasty-like cum on to you. his hand made sure milk all of it out, whorishly rubbing the cream all over your covered hole, giving your wet pussy a few slaps. “see, kept my word. didn’t i? no sex” an audacious statement formed with a complacent grin.
this wasn’t supposed to be.
the deal was simply to see what a penis looked like. not to have your best friend fuck you through your panties.
heavily inspired by a porn vid i saw ages ago on a sketchy website but oh boy—pantyfucking is so underrated
synopsis . Moaning the wrong name during sex. content . afab!reader, ticking gojo off on purpose, rough sex, slight brat taming, dirty talk, etc.
He didn't hear you right. Surely. Cause there's no way you just moaned the name Suguru while your husband's currently balls deep inside you, right?
Gojo almost laughs. Hell, he is laughing breathlessly until you have the nerve to do it again. Babbling a terribly sweet, "Suguuu—fuuuck...!" As if there isn't a wedding ring wrapped around one of your fingers that's currently curling into the silken sheets below you.
All of which Gojo Satoru bought, by the way.
"Hah, you're fuckin' with me, right sweetheart?" He asks cautiously, trying to ignore the surprising twitch of his cock buried deep inside your addictive pussy despite the way you just moaned his best friend's name.
It was weird since you’re folded up under Gojo’s firm body weight right now with your legs dangling over his shoulders and his cock delving deeper and deeper into your dewy wet cunt by the second.
Maybe he’d just fucked you that dumb?
But even then, why’s another man’s name even crossing your mind right now?
Gojo finds his lips hovering over yours with searing pants mingling into your mouth, his hips hit hard against yours, toned pelvis and sharp v-line smacking against you with each deep thrust he gives. “Hmm? C’mon, answer me. Tell me you didn’t mean to say that, baby.” His voice is husk, even tired if you listened close enough.
Your lashes flutter prettily as you struggle to maintain the eye contact with him, “I was just—”
Despite literally asking you to explain yourself, Gojo doesn’t quite give you any room to. Not with the way his cock is busy spelling his name into your cunt. Quite literally too as he pulls back, takes his hand to his shaft, and leans his head up just to watch his next thoughtless little movements.
You feel the mean loss of him stuffing you so good and it only leads you to curiously glance downward along with him. Gojo smiles to himself a bit as a slightly frustrated huff leaves his flushed lips.
You’re a mess down below and yet you had the nerve to utter someone else’s name? Tch.
The fervid tip of his cock weeps against your twitching cunt as he angles himself to your clit. You gasp at the contact, feeling his plump head roll over your aching bud before—
Oh shit.
It’s messy but, your husband begins to scrawl out the letters of his name against and around your clit. Whispering with it too, “She’s must’ve forgotten about me, right?” He utters—not talking to you, but your pussy. “But you didn’t,” Gojo goes on as he gives your cunt a soft tap that leaves the air filled with a wet plp! “Mhm, you’d never forget about me. I treat you too fuckin’ well.”
You’re in awe of your husband, truly. Yeah, you had the gall to fuck with him a bit and purposefully moan out his best friend’s name but surely that doesn’t mean he has the right to torture you like this… right?
“That was such a sweet moan too,” Gojo starts pouting and it’s then that you feel your heart aching—perhaps you shouldn’t have chosen now to prank him. “Too bad it wasn’t one of my name, huh.”
He’s babbling now, ranting even, while lugging his pulsing cock back to your not-so-forgotten entrance.
You then watch him tip his head further off to the side and scoff, “S’okay though, I know how to fuck—” He gives you one swift and mean thrust, “—myself name back into that silly lil’ head of her’s.”
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