Gojo is always so cocky during sex, and for good reason too. He knows what he does to you, knows how to make you feel good, how to get you writhing and cumming from his cock in record time. Which is why you thought it would be a perfect idea to mess with him.
Your back is on the bed, legs lifted on either side of his body, his cock shoved deep inside your pussy maintaining a relentless pace. Not a single sound slips from you, and it is proving to be difficult to keep it that way.
Breathing coming in short puffs from the force of his hips, you try your best to act unaffected. Your fingers don’t tangle in the sheets no matter how much you want to; your head doesn’t press into the pillow even though your body is begging to arch into his touch. You gaze up at the ceiling, your eyes not even shutting from the pleasure, and that is exactly what gets him.
“There’s no way,” he huffs, laughing out softly from the absurdity of this situation.
Your eyes fall on his, held tilting in question, doing your best to feign your innocence but you know if you open your mouth for a second you will moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
“There’s just no way I got this bad in the span of 12 hours. I just had you moaning like a crazy woman on my dick this morning,” he says, his pace slowing down, perfect for you to keep up the act.
“Guess you did,” you reply, bringing your gaze back up to the ceiling.
He scoffs, truly appalled, doubting his abilities for a split second before considering the possibility that you just might be trying to play with him. Gojo’s hands find your waist, fingers gripping your skin punishingly tight, angling your hips up just right and you know you are done for.
“F-fuckk, Toru!”
The second his hips snap to yours, your eyes shoot open, toes curling, fingers gripping onto the sheets for dear life while an obscene moan rips from your throat. His cock twitches against your sweet spot, tip rubbing hard on your cervix, and the most satisfying grin pulls at his lips.
“Could’ve just said you wanted to play pretend,” he says, voice low and rough, words rumbling out from deep within his chest from the feeling of your walls fluttering tight around his length.
He holds your hips up, maintaining the perfect position, and pounds into you as if he is a starved man who is insatiable when it comes to your sounds of pleasure. Grunts and groans leave his lips, your legs wrap around his waist, your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper inside you, not wanting to waste another second with your antics.
“It’s s-so good,” you whimper, burying your face in his neck as your cheeks heat up, moaning right into his ear just how he likes.
“Yeah? Take it all, won’t you pretty baby?”
He slams into you harder, faster, his strokes growing relentless and punishing as he does his best to fuck out every last sound you could make. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up and leaving no space inside you empty.
The only thing you could feel is him. The rough skin of his chest dragging against your nipples, the softer skin of his abdomen catching on your clit with each thrust, your nails dragging down his back from the pleasure coursing through you, all of it pushing you closer and closer to your sweet release.
“Y-yes Toru. So c-close, please,” you plead, begging him for anything and everything he could give you.
“Really thought you could be quiet when you’re this close,” he asks, not expecting an answer, continuing to fuck into you, unable to resist the sweet sounds of your begging.
“Go ahead then. Cum on my dick.”
His words sound like music to your ears, rough around the edges from his own pleasure, rumbling out from him like they always did when he was deep inside your pussy.
Your body goes rigid, muscles drawing taut, nails dragging down his back while your toes curl against his hips. Cum gushes from your entrance, obscene moans pouring from you as it leaks out around his length. It drips from his skin, making a mess below, staining the sheets with something undeniable.
“That’s i-it. Such a g-good girl,” he grunts, throwing his head back in pleasure, feeling the way your walls tighten and rhythmically pulse around him, bringing him right to the edge of his climax without having to do much work.
He buries himself to the hilt after a few more thrusts, a guttural groan slipping out from how slick your walls are, from the pleasurable pain of your nails digging into his back, and he gives himself the same release.
Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls, leaking out when there is no more room left. It pools on the sheets below, sticky and mixed with your own, proof of the pleasure he thought he just couldn’t give you anymore.
His body slumps against you, his forehead rests on yours, heavy breathing filling the air, his heartbeat whooshing in his ears from the blood rushing through his body. Your breath mingles with his in the small space between your lips, your body on fire from his touch, weak from his undoing, and starved for more.
“For a second there... I actually believed you,” he says breathlessly, laughing softly, eyes boring into yours.
“Toru, you really think you could do anything other than make me feel good in every single part of life,” you question, moving your hands to cup his face.
“Of course not.”
You giggle, pulling his face towards yours, placing a soft kiss to his lips in agreement with his cocky ass reply. The kiss turns sloppy, his cock stirring back awake still stuffed inside you, your clit swollen and pulsing once more.
“Then give me more. Make me feel good all night if you think you can,” you say, shrugging your shoulders in indifference, biting back a smirk from your teasing words.
The grin that spreads across his face while he rolls over onto his back, taking you with him until you’re seated with his cock shoved against your cervix, makes you know that you are in for it.
Suguru Geto
Your back is pressed against Geto’s chest, his cock deep inside your pussy, pressed against your cervix while your walls flutter around him undeniably tight. No sounds fall from you while he thrusts, not a moan, not a whimper, absolutely nothing. You don’t even touch him like you usually do.
It is cruel really, but you are still buzzing with annoyance from the argument the two of you had last night, still wanting to get back at him for eating the last ice cream cone after you asked him to save it for you since he ate all the rest.
He notices quickly, hips stuttering for just a second before continuing to roll deeper into you, quicker, angling upwards to hit your sweet spot, anything to draw out your pretty noises. One hand planted on your hip, the other cupping your jaw, he fucks you slowly, sensually. He makes it hard to stay quiet.
You face away from him, biting your bottom lip, breathing hard through your nose while your eyes shut tight and fingers grip onto the sheets where he can’t see. He groans softly when your walls clench around him, cursing under his breath from how tight and wet you are around his length, wishing you would say something, anything that will let him know you enjoy it as much as he does.
“Are you not feeling good, sweet girl? We can do something different, or we can stop. Whatever you want baby,” he whispers, kissing the soft skin of your ear, pulling your face towards him so his eyes can graze over your flushed face.
His low, rough morning voice mixed with the reassurance and doubt makes your stomach turn with guilt. You push against his abdomen, signaling for him to pull out, and when he does you flip onto your other side to face him.
“I was trying to stay mad about the ice cream Sugu. Why do you have to be so sweet sometimes,” you pout, looking up at him through your lashes with the biggest doe eyes you could muster.
He laughs softly, cupping your cheek and pulling your lips against his.
“Sorry for ruining your sulking, but don’t you think it can wait,” he says, tilting his head to the side in question, a smirk pulling on his lips as he gazes down at you.
Without saying anything more, you press closer to him, chest to chest, lifting one leg up over his before nudging his cock at your entrance once more. He slides in slowly, filling your pussy again, stretching your walls to accommodate his length. Groans rumble out from his chest, vibrating against your skin, and you let yourself moan out from the pleasure of him.
“There you are,” he whispers, placing a feather light kiss to your ear, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.
His other hand splays on your lower belly, his thumb finding your clit with ease and moving to rub slow, tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Whimpers and whines pour from you now, not bothering to hold back any longer, letting your hips grind against his thumb and your nails dig into his arm.
“So g-good Sugu,” you whimper, moving your hips with his, meeting him at a new angle.
His cock brushes past your sweet spot, and you cry out in pleasure. Heat builds in your lower belly quickly. The feeling of your nipples dragging against his skin, peaking from the stimulation, mixing with his thumb rubbing your clit and cock thrusting against your sweet spot is enough to bring you so close to the edge.
“Gonna cum baby?”
“Mhm,” you whimper, pulling him closer, moving your hips with a frantic need, begging for it without having to say anything.
“Cum on my dick sweet girl. Let me feel you,” he says, voice low and thick with desire, his own orgasm sitting low, ready to snap like a spring coiled tight.
Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock as your walls pulse and flutter around him. You melt into his touch, giving yourself to him completely, letting him hear the moans and whimpers as a result of what he does to you.
“That i-it. Such a good girl,” he praises, watching your eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open ever so slightly, body twitching from the remnants of your orgasm.
His thumb slows on your clit when your body begins to jerk, trying to ride out your high as long as possible before letting himself reach his release. Thrusting continuously, groans and grunts fall from him, unashamedly as he savors the feeling of cum and slick coating his length.
Geto buries his face in your neck, hand moving to your hip, fucking into you at the same slow pace he has been maintaining this entire time. His hips begin to stutter, pace faltering, cock twitching deep inside of your pussy the closer he reaches his climax. With a few more thrusts, he’s burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan ripping through his chest.
“O-oh yes, feels so g-good.”
Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out when there is no room left for more, creating a mess in between your thighs with shared cum as proof of pleasure. He thrusts in slower now, pushing his cum deeper, riding out his high, feeling your walls continue to pulse around him.
His body slumps against the mattress, wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling your body flush with his before covering you with the sheets. He places tiny kisses to your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and finally your soft lips.
“Do you still want to sulk?”
You roll your eyes, giggling softly, too tired now to do anything other than lay here with him.
“You already know the answer to that,” you reply, pretending to be annoyed.
“Of course I do.”
Kento Nanami
Nanami came home limping and bandaged, his eyes low from exhaustion, hair messy and suit dirty from work. His hands were on you the second he found you undressing for a shower. You sat on the sink counter, pulling off every last bandage, cursing him under your breath, irritation rising like bile in your throat.
It eventually ended up with his cock buried in your pussy, your chest pressed to the shower wall, Nanami’s hands low on your hips as he drills into you with the occasional hiss of aching muscles and open cuts.
Not a single sound comes from your lips, in fact, your mouth is closed in a tight thin line despite your want to moan. You are livid that your husband came home in this state, that he was even in a situation to warrant this in the first place. It isn’t his fault, you know that you shouldn’t be taking it out on him, but your mind is too clouded to be rational.
He notices, of course he does, he notices everything.
“Sorry if it’s not that good, baby. I’m just so tired...,” he says, barely above a whisper, his voice low and rough making it hard to hear over the water.
Your look over your shoulder, your gaze being met with an apologetic look on the handsome face of Nanami. Bringing one hand up, you cup his jaw, pulling his lips to yours. The kiss turns messy quickly, spit dripping from your mouth, groans falling from his, and his thrusts turn relentless.
You don’t bother with trying to be quiet.
“F-fuck, Ken. Feels so g-good,” you whine, pushing your ass back against him, his forehead resting against yours where your breath mingles in the shared space between.
One hand gripping the fat of your hip, his other slides down your body, lingering just below your belly button before finding your swollen, aching clit. He rubs tight, quick circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, groaning when he feels your walls tighten around him from the stimulation, pounding into you harder with each moan, whimper, and whine.
“You sound so good when I make love to you,” he says, burying his face in your neck, kissing, licking, biting the soft, wet skin and leaving purple bruises behind in his wake.
Your pussy flutters around his length from his reverent praise, his words only making you moan more as they rumble out from his chest. His cock slides in, brushing past your sweet spot, nudging against your cervix and your walls clamp down tight. He pulls out, leaving only the tip in, and your walls do their best to suck him back in as if you never want him to leave.
“So wet and tight. You feel so g-good,” he groans, his grip growing tighter with each thrust, his hips rolling into yours at a frantic speed.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling up every last inch of your pussy, stretching you to accommodate his size as he leaves no space empty. Your hips grind against his finger, the angle changing with each glide, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again while your moans tear from your throat and bounce off the wet walls of the shower.
“So c-close, Kenny,” you whimper, pushing your ass back against him, looking to meet him with every thrust.
Your hands plant themselves on the tile while you look over your shoulder, taking in the sight of your husband pounding into you from behind. The muscles of his abdomen tense with every movement, his hand twitching with the need to touch your entire body, his face screwed into one of pleasure as he watches your pussy swallow his cock with ease.
It is enough to push you over the edge you walk the line of.
“Gonna c-cum, fuck,” you whine, shutting your eyes tight, mouth hanging open while obscene moans flood out with each and every slap of his skin against yours.
Your body becomes rigid, muscles growing taut as your hips drag across his fingers and his cock brushes past your sweet spot once more. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock, dripping onto the tile of the shower before being washed away.
“That’s i-it. So beautiful when you c-cum on me,” he stutters, drawing out your high for as long as possible before giving himself the same release.
His finger eases up on your clit when your body begins to twitch, his hips rolling in and out of you slower now while your pussy clamps down and pulses around his familiar length.
“I-inside Ken... want it inside,” you beg, eyes locking onto his, hand falling from the wall to grip onto his wrist instead.
“Yeah?”
You don’t even have to say anything else. With a few more thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt, his seed spilling out deep inside your pussy with a guttural groan ripping from his chest.
Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood you, leaking out around his cock when there’s no room for more, sliding down the back of your thighs before the water has a chance to reach it. He pumps slowly through his orgasm, pushing him cum deeper, whimpering when your raw walls clench around his sensitive tip.
His body melts against yours, his heavy breathing and pounding heart being felt through your back, his skin scorching against yours. Hands sliding against your body, he worships you for everything you are, not missing a single each of your skin before sliding out of you.
No words are exchanged after, just silence as you clean the clotted wounds, and proof of pleasure from his skin, worshipping him in your own way even if you did curse him for the way he comes home majority of the time.
Hiromi Higuruma
Higuruma has been staying for overtime at the law firm every night for the past week, and it really irritated you that he let the other associates walk all over him. He comes home well into the night, eye bags a new staple to his look, tie loose around his neck while the rest of him looks disheveled.
Something about it got you going, but not enough to erase the irritation you felt this particular night.
You’re up on the kitchen counter, his hands on the back of either thigh while pushing your legs up, spreading them open to make room for him as his cock slams in and out of your pussy. Slick gushes from your entrance, getting the hem of his suit wet, and yet, no sounds fall from your lips.
Not a single one.
You do your best to feign indifference. Mouth drawn into a thin, tight line, eyes blank as they stare off just past him to distract yourself from the need to moan. Maybe it is cruel, but for a needy, irritated wife, you think it’s perfect.
He gazes up at you, tilting his head in question. Unfortunately for you, he knows all your tells. He can see you holding back, he can see the way you try to pretend like nothing he is doing is affecting you yet the second his eyes fall upon your face, your pussy is spasming around his length.
“So quiet... for what exactly,” he coos, not really asking a question, but simply letting you know he’s observing you like he always is.
His hand comes up to your face, fingers running along the length of your jaw, being oh-so-sweet before slapping you. It wasn’t too hard, hard enough to be a punishment, soft enough to be just the way you like it during sex, and you gasp as the sting of his hand burns through your skin.
Moans pour out from you after, whimper after whine after desperate moan. He rubs away the sting, his thrusts filling your body with pleasure, the pain meshing together until it turns into something sick and twisted that settles inside of you.
Your fingers grab onto his tie, pulling him closer, your legs pushing against your chest as he fucks you deeper, harder, faster just to pull the angelic sounds out of you.
“What do you need, baby? To cum? To cuss me out? Want me on my knees begging to fuck your pretty pussy?”
His words flow through you, rumbling out rough and low from his chest, vibrating against your skin and landing deep in the pool of heat bubbling in your lower belly. The skin of your knees rubs against your nipples, the fabric of his clothes brushing against your clit, his balls slapping against your ass as his pace turns punishing and relentless.
When you don’t answer, his hand slides down to your lower belly, teasing your sensitive skin before a sharp slap lands against your clit. You yelp out, tugging him closer, eyes landing on his as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment.
“Didn’t hear you.”
“Anything Romi, I n-need anything you’ll g-give me,” you plead, stuttering over your words, trying to rectify your mistake of not answering.
For a split second, guilt flashes in his eyes, anger churning in his stomach from the thought of his wife having to utter those words. He moves your legs to his shoulders, your hands gripping the edge of the counter now, and he places that same hand onto your clit forgivingly.
“I’m sorry baby... so s-sorry,” he groans, fucking you deeper, harder, apologizing for his absence in the rawest way possible.
He whispers his sorry’s over and over again, rolling his hips against you, sliding his cock in and out of you as if need consumes him. He kisses you passionately, swallowing your sounds of pleasure you previously withheld, humming when his greed is satisfied.
“So c-close, I’m s-so close,” you whine, hips squirming against the counter, rubbing against his fingers on your clit as your body begs to be giving its release.
“Cum on me. Let me make you feel good baby,” he pleads, denying himself of his pleasure until you have felt yours to the fullest.
His thrusts speed up, knocking against your cervix, brushing against your sweet spot when he angles his hips perfectly. His finger rubs your clit faster, matching the pace of his cock, taking a second to gather more slick to glide over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
His words sound like music to your ears, his whispered apologies and praises going straight to the throb in between your legs, encouraging you to let go. Your body becomes rigid, muscles drawing taut as your release tightens in your lower belly, ready to snap at any moment like a spring coiled tight.
“Fuck, f-fuck, cumming R-Romi,” you whimper, mouthing falling out with various sounds of pleasure, eyes shutting tight as black dots cloud your vision, ankles locking tight around his neck.
Squirt shoots out of you, wetting everything nearby. His expensive dry-cleaned suit, the floor, the counter, his skin. Every thrust of his cock pushes more and more out of you. It leaks down your folds, dripping onto his length, allowing him to dig deeper with little resistance.
“That’s it. Give it all t-to me,” he stutters, his hips stuttering along with him, pace faltering ever so slightly.
He fingers slow on your clit when your body begins to twitch with overstimulation. Speeding up, he chases his own high, eager to spill his release deep inside of you. Head falling back, grip turning punishing on our skin, sure to leave bruises in the morning, a guttural groan rumbles out from his chest as his climax peaks.
“Shit, gonna fill y-you up so m-much.”
Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in everything he has to give, leaking back out when there’s no room for anything else. His cock twitches deep inside of you, tip leaking spurt after spurt of his seed. He pumps into you slower, pushing his cum deeper, wanting to keep as much inside of you as he could.
You wrap your arms around his neck when he slows to a stop, pulling him into you as he drops your legs from his shoulders. His body melts against yours, breath coming in ragged gasps, heart pounding against his chest. Burying his face in your neck, he kisses the soft skin, letting the both of you calm down and catch your breath.
“No more overtime Hiromi,” you say, voice serious again, irritation clearly displayed in your tone.
“No more overtime baby.”
Toji Fushiguro
Toji has been irritating you all day. He loves to push your buttons, get on your nerves, see how much you can take before he fucks the attitude out of you like nothing happened.
But today, you have had enough, and right when he slides his cock deep inside your pussy, you make no noise, not a single sound falls from your lips. You bite back a moan, but smirk into the pillow at the same time in satisfaction when his hips stutter for a split second from the absence of your sweet sounds of pleasure.
His hand pushes against your spine, arching your back to give him the perfect angle, his other hand gripping the fat of your hip to bring you back on his cock with each thrust. It’s hard not to moan when he’s impossibly large and much deeper than you think is possible, but you don’t, and you refuse to writhe in pleasure, or make any movements that would suggest you are enjoying it.
“Huh,” he scoffs, laughing quietly before slamming your hips against his, trying to pull out any little sound he could.
Your breath comes in short gasps, muffled against the pillow as you bite your bottom lip. His pace grows relentless and punishing, fucking into you harder, faster.
“Why’re you so quiet, huh,” he asks, bending over you, his chest to your back while he places rough kisses to the skin of your shoulder.
You lift your head from the pillow, trying not to make a single sound from his cock digging against your cervix at this angle, and turn to look over your shoulder.
“Just a little bored, that’s all,” you answer, knowing it would rile him up, but that’s exactly what you wanted.
He doesn’t reply. Grabbing a pillow from his side of the bed, he slides it under your hips, pushing your ass down to get you into prone bone with his cock still shoved deep inside of you. Sliding his hands down your side, his rough calloused fingers glide over your skin, sending shivers down your spine from how soft the touch is.
Toji pounds into you once, the angle hitting your sweet spot perfectly, the pressure on your cervix enough to make you cum on the spot. Your clit brushes against the smooth fabric of the pillowcase, your nipples dragging across the sheets, and you bite your bottom lip hard enough for the taste of metallic to flood your mouth.
“This is sooo boring,” he coos, and you can hear the smirk on his face through his words.
He plants his hands on either side of your head, fingers gripping onto the sheets, and soft groans rumbling out from his chest when your walls flutter around his length. You gaze up, finding him looking at your first, his eyes narrowing on your face where a single tear slides down your cheek.
He slams into you again, this time watching your face very closely. Your eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open, breathing ragged and rough around the edges from a suppressed moan and he hums in satisfaction.
“Cause my dick is just so boring, isn’t that right,” he says, voice low and rough, head tilting to the side in question.
When you don’t reply, his picks up his pace, drilling into you from behind. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim before pulling out again, but leaving no space inside of you empty for long. Tears stain your cheeks, drool dripping from your chin where it’s managed to leak out past your swollen lip.
“Let me hear you,” he growls, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust, one hand coming up to grip your hair so you can’t bury your face into the pillow.
His hold on your hair is painfully tight, and the second his cock brushes past your sweet spot all your pent-up sounds come flooding out.
“It’s too m-much Ji,” you whine, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other pushing against his lower abdomen in a silent beg for him to let up on your poor pussy.
“I thought it was boring,” he says, groaning softly when you push your ass back against him, meeting his every thrust.
“Too c-close,” you whimper, your clit dragging across the pillow, his cock stuffing you overwhelmingly full, your nipples pointed and so sensitive against the bed.
He smirks, pushing himself up and wrapping one hand around your neck. Hair tangled in his fingers, airway cut off just enough to make it pleasurable, he pounds into you over and over again. The force of his thrusts knocks the breath out of your lungs, your whimpers and whines coming out as gasps with his name laced into them.
“Go ahead then, cum on my boring dick.”
Your hips rock against the pillow, desperately trying to find the friction your swollen, aching clit needs so badly while pushing your ass back to let Toji sink himself deeper in your pussy. He groans out, the sound vibrating through your body, his fingers feel electric on your skin.
“Cum, or I’ll stop,” he says through grit teeth, his fingers on your neck tightening from each thrust he gives.
His rough voice sounds like music to your ears, landing deep in the pool of heat in your lower belly, pushing you over the edge.
Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out on his length, your walls pulsing and fluttering with each slam of his hips against yours while he draws out your high for as long as possible. Your clit throbs with overstimulation, your body weak and tired, incoherent words mixing with the moans pouring from your mouth repeatedly.
“That’s i-it,” he stutters, pace faltering the closer he reaches his own climax.
“In me, p-please Ji,” you beg, nails digging into the skin of his abdomen, the fat of your ass bouncing against his skin with each aggressive thrust.
“Yeah? Want me to fill you up, make you all mine, let everyone see you big and round because of me,” he asks, groaning from the thought, only fucking you deeper to make sure his seed takes.
“Y-yes, please,” you whine, squirming your hips in overstimulation and need all at the same time.
With a few more thrusts he buries himself to the hilt, a guttural groan ripping through his chest, echoing off the walls of the bedroom. The bed creaks and shakes, the headboard slamming against the wall again and again, his grip punishing against your skin and lights sparks on your every nerve.
“F-fuck, gonna c-cum so deep in y-you,” he grunts out.
Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, his cock twitching deep inside of you while spurt after spurt fills you. It leaks out when there’s no more room left, dripping onto the sheets below, mixing with your own cum. He pumps into you slower now, grip not letting up, trying to stuff his release as deep as he can.
“Take it a-all," he growls, his pace only picking up speed, the sound of his cum squelching in and out of your pussy enough to keep him hard for many more rounds.
Ryomen Sukuna
In your drunken state, you decided that Sukuna was crazy for wanting to leave when you were clearly having such a good time at the bar. He asked you nicely multiple times, trying to convince you that it was past time to leave, but when you turned bratty and argumentative, he had enough.
He grabs your wrist and drags you out of the bar without looking back once. You spew nonsense at him while walking to his car, spewing even more when he unlocks it and opens the back door to push you inside, and you don’t stop even when he hikes your skirt up and pulls your panties to the side.
“Sukuna, why won’t you listen to me,” you pout, hands pressed against the leather seats, ass up in the air while your head is turned over your shoulder to watch him.
He says nothing, unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down, and stroking his cock a few times before lining himself up at your entrance.
If he doesn’t want to hear it from you, then you refuse to make a single sound when he shoves his cock into your pussy.
He bottoms out, nudging against your cervix, rubbing against your sweet spot with a low groan. His hand slides down your back, right against your spine and he pushes down hard to arch you just the way he likes. Moving one hand to the back of your head, he keeps you still while his other hand grips at the fat of your ass. He pulls your cheeks apart, looking at the way your slick pours out around him, at the way your pussy swallows him whole with no complaints.
You bite back a moan when your nipples peak against the fabric of your shirt dragging along the warm seats, his balls pressed tight against your clit, his cock buried so deep inside you it feels as if he could split you in two. No matter how much you want to cry out for him, you don’t, and you don’t show any signs of enjoyment whatsoever out of spite.
The fact that you didn’t moan with him doesn’t register yet, in fact, he doesn’t realize you’re not making any sound until he begins to thrust, and the familiar sounds of pleasure don’t ring out. He tilts his head to the side in question but says nothing, deciding that you must want him to fuck you harder.
His hips snap against yours, quick and sharp, relentless and punishing all at once while rough groans rumble out from his chest. Balls slapping against your swollen, aching clit, bottom lip sucked into your mouth to prevent a slip in whimpers, your eyes shut tight, trying to focus on this fun punishment.
Your silence eggs him on, encouraging him to do whatever it takes for you to crack. He lifts one leg up, tilting your hips to give him the perfect angle, moving both hands to your hips to get in position.
With a single thrust your entire composure slips. A choked moan rips from your throat as he hits your sweet spot and cervix in one go, slamming himself inside of you hard enough to shake the entire car. You cry out, tears welling up in your eyes from the pleasurable pain running through you while he immediately thrusts out to soothe the ache.
“K-Kuna! Too m-much... i-it’s too much,” you whine, trying to run from him, but he pulls you back on his cock before you can go too far.
“There’s my bratty girl. Took you long enough,” he coos, the smirk on his face present in his tone.
He drills into you, over and over again, not letting up for a single second. His hand comes down fast, striking against your ass, the soft skin rippling and burning from the touch. Watching a handprint form, he rubs his fingers over the sensitive area, turning the pain into pleasure before slapping your ass again.
“Fucking dirty slut, thought you could get away with this and being bratty,” he asks, fucking into you deeper, harder, relishing the way your breathing comes in short gasps, and you whimper every time his balls hit your clit.
Your mouth hangs open slightly, drool dripping from your chin, eyes shut tight while incoherent words mix with your sounds of pleasure. Your head is too dazed to find the right words to answer his question.
“S-so close K-Kuna, please,” you beg, pushing your ass back onto him, meeting him for every thrust the closer you get to your climax.
His thrusts slow immediately, your orgasm fading away as quickly as it crept up, and you cry out, tears staining your cheeks in frustration.
“Kunaaa,” you whine, trying to fuck yourself on his cock, but his hands grip your hips incredibly tight to keep you still.
“You didn’t answer my question, so why should I let you cum?”
“I’m s-sorry, please let me c-cum,” you plead, your words coming out as a choked sob.
He groans, low and rough around the edges, thrusting unintentionally hard into you. Listening to your begs, his cock leaks precum while nestled against your cervix, and he pulls his cock all the way out before sliding it back into your warm and wet walls.
“Crying for my dick, how disgusting,” he says, barely above a whisper, his cock twitching inside of you from the sound alone.
He leans down, burying his cock impossibly deep, his hand coming up to cup your jaw. Watching the tears run down your face, he thrusts against, the pace picking up exactly where he left off.
The second your mouth opens he slots two fingers in, and you waste no time before sucking on them. You gaze up at him, eyes red with tears, cheeks stained, drool leaking out around him, and he’s so close to spilling inside of you that he’s begging you to cum.
“Cum on my dick then. Be a good girl, yeah?”
You nod your head frantically, pushing yourself back on his dick, fucking yourself over and over again. His balls slap against your clit, goosebumps lining your skin, your nipples dragging across the seat, all of it stimulates you more than enough to have you cumming instantly.
You hum around his fingers as cum gushes from your entrance, your movements turning sloppy, your sucking ceasing the more you get lost in your orgasm. He groans from the sight: his girl so drunk on his cock after fucking herself until she's shaking with pleasure.
The thought alone has him cumming alongside you with a guttural groan ripping out from his chest.
Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, mixing with your own release as your pulsing, clenching walls milk him dry. His hips slow, fucking into you almost as if it’s an apology, drawing out the shared high for as long as possible until your body is trembling and twitching underneath him.
You slump against the seats, heavy breathing, heart pounding out of your chest, mumbling words that make no sense.
“When we get home can we fuck again, Kuna?”
He laughs softly, running one hand down the length of your back, caressing your skin with calloused fingers in contrast to that way he just fucked you.
“Of course, baby.”
Choso Kamo
You thought it would be funny to joke around with Choso, to pretend like the sex wasn’t good enough to have you moaning, but you immediately regretted it.
You’re fully seated on his lap, cock buried to the hilt, in reverse cowgirl while he is laying back against the plush pillows. Slowly, you slide up his length, and drop back down, biting your bottom lip to muffle the moans begging to fall free while your fingers grip onto the sheets in between his legs. His hands grip onto your hips, not guiding, but following you wherever you go.
“Feels so g-good,” he whines out, throwing his head back in pleasure, unable to contain himself when it comes to you.
Whimpers fall from him, from the way your walls grip his length, the way they flutter with every sound falling from him, the way he can see your pussy sucking him in every single time you pull up. He doesn’t miss the fact that you’re not moaning, actually, when you sit back down, he keeps you there, holding you steady in his lap.
“Baby...?”
“Yeah Cho,” you answer, looking over your shoulder just to find his face etched in worry.
“Am I... doing something wrong? Does it not feel good enough for you? Do you want to stop?”
The sight breaks your heart, and you feel so guilty for even thinking about pulling this joke on him. You know his mind is running a mile a minute. You slide his cock out of you, a soft whimper falling from him when your warm walls graze over his sensitive tip, and you straddle his lap, facing him instead.
“Like this instead,” he asks, already bending his knees to plant both feet on the bed, giving him a better advantage to thrust into you while placing both hands on your hips again.
“No Cho, I was just-”
You’re cut off by an obscene moan falling from your lips when his hips roll into yours, his cock bottoming out against your cervix, twitching against your sweet spot relentlessly from the sounds of your honey sweet pleasure.
“Is this better?”
He slides one hand down from your waist to your ass, his other sliding up the length of your back, splaying over the back of your head before pushing your body against his. Your nipples peak against his skin, your arms wrap around his neck, burying your face in the crook between his shoulder where your breath ghosts over his skin.
“So g-good,” you whine, pressing kiss after kiss to his neck, wet and open mouthed, your tongue tasting the sweet and salty mix of him.
He thrusts a little harder, determined to make you feel good, to redeem himself after thinking he was failing to. His fingers dig into the plush skin of your ass, the others tangling into your hair as his cock slides in and out of your sopping wet pussy.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim and pulling back out over and over again. He never leaves you empty for too long, and it leaves you whining and moaning against his skin.
“You feel so good around me. So tight and warm,” he praises, thrusting into you at a steady pace, making sure to hit your sweet spot each and every time.
His body burns against yours and your chest rests against his, nipples dragging across his rough skin, lips lingering on every inch of space you could find. Along his jaw, down his neck, his shoulder where your teeth graze and goosebumps are left in your wake.
The hand on your head moves to reach in between the two of you, wasting no time in finding your clit and drawing tight, slow circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body trembles against his, legs weak with pleasure, hips grinding against him to meet his every thrust.
“Cho, b-baby, I’m so c-close,” you stutter, movements becoming more frantic, need coursing through your body faster than you can manage.
“I know, I know s-sweet girl. I’ll make you feel g-good,” he assures, thrusting faster, harder, deeper inside of your pussy.
Precum leaks out of his tip, slick drips down his length, the slick sounds of sex mixing with skin slapping together fill the expanse of the room.
Your eyes roll back the closer you get to your climax, his pace steadily increasing, your mouth hanging open while moans pour out of you. Drool drips from your chin, your breath comes in short gasps, your body becomes rigid, your muscles drawing taut the more his cock digs into you.
“F-fuck, I’m c-cumming,” you manage to get out before you vision goes hazy with pleasure.
Your teeth sink into his skin, overwhelmed by the feelings rushing through you, and he groans from the pleasurable pain. Cum gushes from your entrance, dripping down his skin and pooling onto the sheets while your pussy pulses and clenches around his cock.
He guides you through it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, softening his thrusts and circles on your clit to draw out your high as long as possible before letting himself feel the same release.
“Always so g-good to me,” he whispers, his hips stuttering, pace faltering the closer he gets to his sweet climax.
With a few more thrusts he buries himself to the hilt, whimpering ‘thank you’s’ and your name over and over again as if you are his mantra. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your entrance, coating your walls, leaking out when there’s no more room for him left inside of you, and only then does his thrusts cease.
His hands slide down your spine, caressing your skin as he places kiss after kiss to your body, worshipping you for all that you are. You lick over the deep bite mark, silently apologizing, but you don’t miss the marks already there that have been fading for the last few nights.
“It was only a joke Cho,” you say breathlessly, resting your head on his chest, catching your breath from your intense orgasm.
“A joke?”
“I was purposefully not making any sound to see how you would react. I’m sorry baby,” you whisper, placing a feather light kiss to his lips, pulling back to gaze at him.
“I didn’t like that joke,” he pouts, kissing you again, deeper this time but soft, nonetheless.
exbf!toji who still has a key to your apartment and uses it at 2 AM, letting himself in like he owns the place.
you’re half-asleep on the couch when you hear the door click, and you sit up just as he steps into the living room, his frame filling the doorway.
"toji, what the hell are you doing here?" you hiss, pulling your blanket tighter around you. he shrugs, tossing his jacket onto the chair like he still lives there.
"missed you. figured you missed me too."
"i don’t," you lie, but your voice cracks, and he grins like he’s already won.
"yeah? then why you still lettin’ me in, baby?"
exbf!toji who has no job, no money, and no shame about asking you for either. he’s leaning against your kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching you make coffee like he’s got all the time in the world. "you got twenty bucks? just till friday."
you scoff, not even turning around. "toji, i’m not your fucking atm."
he steps up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist, his mouth brushing your ear. "c’mon, baby. i’ll make it worth your while. you know i always do."
you hate how your body reacts, how heat pools low in your belly at the promise in his voice. "you’re such a bum," you mutter, but you’re already reaching for your wallet.
exbf!toji who fucks you like it’s the only thing he’s good at, because it probably is.
he’s got you bent over your kitchen table, your cheek pressed against the wood, his hand fisted in your hair.
"fuck, you’re tight," he groans, his hips snapping forward, driving into you so deep you see stars. "missed this pussy. missed how you squeeze me."
you’re moaning, your fingers gripping the edge of the table, and you hate yourself for how good it feels. "t-toji—fuck—slow downnnn!—"
"nah," he pants, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. "you like it fast. you like it rough. don’t lie to me, baby. i know you better than that."
exbf!toji who still knows exactly how to touch you, like your body never forgot him.
he’s got two fingers inside you, curling against that spot that makes your legs shake, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. "you’re so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and filthy. "you been thinkin’ about me? touchin’ yourself at night, wishin’ it was me?"
you’re panting, your hips rolling against his hand despite yourself. "shut up," you gasp.
he laughs, low and rough. "that’s not a no."
exbf!toji who refuses to leave after he’s done with you, sprawling across your bed like he still belongs there.
you’re lying beside him, your body still humming, your mind already regretting everything. "you should go," you say, but there’s no conviction in it.
he rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand, his dark eyes watching you. "nah. i’m comfortable."
"toji—"
"c’monnn, baby. just let me stay the night. i’ll be gone in the morning. i promise." you know he’s lying.
you know he’ll still be there when you wake up, and you’ll hate yourself for it. but when he pulls you against his chest, his arm heavy around your waist, you don’t push him away.
exbf!toji who gets jealous when he sees you talking to someone else, even though he has no right.
you’re at a bar, nursing a drink, when a guy approaches you—tall, clean-cut, smiling. you’re laughing at something he says when you feel a presence behind you, a hand on your lower back.
"hey, baby," toji says, his voice deceptively casual. "who’s this?" the guy looks between you two, sensing the tension.
"i was just leaving," he mutters, backing off. you turn to toji, furious.
"you don’t get to do that, asshole! we’re not together anymore."
he leans in, his mouth brushing your ear. "yeah? then why you still lettin’ me fuck you into your mattress every other day?"
exbf!toji who has a filthy mouth and knows exactly how to use it.
he’s got you on your back, your legs over his shoulders, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe. "look at you," he groans, his eyes raking over your body. "so fuckin’ pretty when you’re takin’ my cock. you love this, don’t you? you love lettin’ me fuck you stupid."
you’re moaning, your hands fisting the sheets, and you can’t even deny it. "toji—fuckk!—"
"say it," he demands, his thrusts getting harder. "tell me you love it."
"i l-love it," you sob. "i love it, tojiii! please—"
exbf!toji who leaves bruises on your hips and bite marks on your neck, and you hate how much you like seeing them in the mirror the next day.
you’re standing in your bathroom, your fingers tracing the purple marks on your skin, when he appears behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. i'll be gentler next time." he says, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all.
"no, you won't," you mutter. he grins, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
"yeah. you're right."
exbf!toji who always comes back, no matter how many times you swear you’re done with him.
it’s been three months since you last saw him, and you’re finally starting to feel okay again. then your phone buzzes.
DO NOT ANSWER. [2:03 AM] : u up?
you stare at the message, your heart pounding. you should probably ignore it. you should definitely block him. but your fingers are already typing.
You [2:07 AM] : the door’s unlocked. and you hate yourself for it, but when he shows up twenty minutes later, smelling like cigarettes and that damn cologne, you let him in. you'll always let him in.
exbf!toji who makes you cum so hard you forget your own name, and then has the audacity to ask if you want to get breakfast in the morning.
you’re lying in bed, your body wrecked, your mind fuzzy, when he rolls over and looks at you. "you hungry? there’s that diner down the street. the one with the good pancakes."
you laugh, despite yourself. "toji, you don’t even have the money for pancakes."
he shrugs, pulling you closer. "i was hoping it'd be your treat."
you know you should kick him out and finally end this cycle. but his arm is warm around you, and his heartbeat is steady under your ear, and for now, you just let yourself have this quiet moment
nsfw content mutual!gojo satoru keeps his promise by flying overseas and sending you to poundtown. part one + part two
two months… satoru’s been thinking about you for two whole months. each day felt like a time lag, and every week felt like a never ending simulation. it felt as if the earth decided to stop spinning ever since that day he witnessed you using his gift — the toy he’d replicated of his own dick.
the late-night live you streamed for your onlyfans was now a file downloaded on satoru’s phone — ever since then, he’s been finding himself constantly looking at the download. whether it was for the sole purpose of admiration, or desperation… that video never stopped circulating within satoru’s head. it was as if his mind had been corrupted with an extreme sense of want.
a ‘want’ so desired, the longing has lasted longer than sixty-one days. it’s basically became a routine: wake and hit the gym, shower and jerk of to the only nsfw downloaded on his files, eat breakfast, head to campus, head home, buy takeout, study and then doom-scroll on twitter and converse with you for the rest of his night.
and good habits, or not — satoru’s also found himself secretly getting off to the sound of your voice whenever you’d call him because for some reason, he just couldn’t discard the image of you stuffing your insides with his dildo.
the video was practically burned into his retinas, setting off an unjust trigger of frustration he’d been holding in. it was almost unbearable — he had to find some kind of way to reaching you just as he did in his dreams because the life of a cuck was never something he’d foreseen as his own reality.
satoru had to get out of japan, it was the only step that would make it possible to see you — and, the only possible way to subside his carnal craving for you. but the thing is, he needed an excuse. he needed a reason to be overseas because no matter how much he joked about giving you the real ‘thing’, and expressing how crazed you make him — that’s not enough reason to fly out, no matter how impulsive he may be.
he had to strategize it, make the reason why he’s in your hometown sound believable. he’d call it an overseas ‘collaboration’. the kind of travel that content creators do for networking purposes, expanding their growth and earning more profits — it was a perfect idea.
“hypothetically speaking… what if, and i mean what if.” satoru’s voice grows in pitch as you hear his excitement over the phone. “not again, toru. i’m tired of your ‘what if’ questions, let talk about something else.” you sigh.
satoru’s been buzzing in your ear for the past few hours about absolute nonsense. first it was about him traveling overseas for vacation, then it was about him “visiting friends” overseas — which never bothered to mention, and now here he was again.
“fine—” he pursued his lips, “last one. what iffffff.” he drags before pausing as you hum in response, but there’s an awkward beat of silence. “what iff?..” you repeat after him, before hearing him giggle like a little boy with a crush.
you raised an eyebrow, listening to satoru on the other side of the phone. the only times you’ve heard satoru giggle like a child was either because his favorite game has finally been released, or because he had something mischievous in mind.
“what if— and this is a hypothetical, okay? but what if i went overseas for a collab?” he utters out quickly, as you hear a grin creep onto his lips. “then i guess you’ll be overseas for a collab? i don’t know.” you respond slightly confused, unsure why’d he even tell you that.
“you’re no fun.” satoru huffs, and it’s safe to assume he was expecting more than just a slightly dismissive response. “i mean… why are you so intent on traveling outside the country?” you ask, “you’ve been mentioning traveling overseas every time we speak on the phone.” you’re talking while trying to figure out why satoru’s so fixated on traveling, before it it clicks to you.
“don’t tell me that collab has you losing months worth of sleep because you just can’t wait to go.” you roll your eyes with cringe, which earns an incoherent groan from satoru.
“you just wouldn’t get it.” his voice softens as he accepts quiet defeat. and it’s unfortunate really, it’s not like he could tell you that the collab would be with you without sounding like a desperate loser.
he sent you a molded figure of his dick two months ago — half jokingly, half hoping that there’s a chance that you’d use it. he honestly thought the odds were against him, until they weren’t. until that sole day he’d find himself seeing you as more than just a mutual friend, but an unfulfilled desire.
“get what, toru?” you let out a small laugh, mixed between amusement and disbelief. “get how you’re basically crushing on one of your mutuals.” you tease just enough to hit that sore spot that’s been slowly killing satoru.
“whaaat? y’ jealous?” he taunts, as if the ache within his chest is inexistent. “definitely not.” you scoff lightly.
“yeah, sureee.” he lets out a laugh. “i’m sure after using my replica, you feel a little territorial over me, no?” he adds, half a playful, half truth as he anticipated your response, but all you do is let out an inaudible laugh.
of course satoru was a menace, he always has been since the day you two became friends — but the one thing you could never get used to was his tactless behavior. either he was stupid, or just abnormally impulsive.
“nah, but i’d definitely get territorial if you’re giving out money to other women on their streams.” you jokingly tease back, but there’s truth hidden between your words before you’re hearing satoru’s laugh break your phone’s sound barrier.
“give me a personalized stream and i’ll have you set for life.” he says over the phone, as if he doesn’t have a downloaded file of you on his phone.
“you’re a college student, toru.” you deadpan your phone as if you’re on facetime. “i’ll indulge in my savings for you.” he replies, soft and stupidly, but only satoru knows there’s a hell of a lot more things he’d do for you.
“yeah, suree.” you drag sarcastically, “goodnight, toru before you make me lose the little brain cells i have left.” you wish him a good night, earning a laugh from him.
“sighhhhh!” satoru sighs the actual word out loud, “you always think i’m joking.” he says, and you can hear the pout in his voice. “but goodnight— i’ll see you tomorrow, love you.” he lets out a smooching sound before ending the call.
—
text from satoru: you home? sent at 7:38 PM
your phone buzzes on the couch’s armrest making you reach across the sofa to grab your phone.
you: no
you: did you bring me another one of your gifts ?? 🧍♀️
your fingers tap against screen of your phone, as you’re reaching to put it back down against the armrest before your phone is buzzing again.
text from satoru: WHY ARE YOU NOT AT HOMEE
text from satoru: I HAD A GIFT FOR YOU 😔😔, i was gonna tell you to open the door so you’d be surprised but NOOO you decided not to be home
the texts from satoru are coming in one after another, and you can’t help but giggle because in truth, you actually are home, but it’s not as if he could prove it.
you: 😭😭
you: it’s okay, just take the L tonight ☹️
text from satoru: this is more than a L
text from satoru: I JUST GOT SHOT FIFTY TIMES
text from satoru: BY YOU btw.
you laugh as you rise from the couch, kicking on your slippers before making your way to the front door as you unlock the door — swinging it open, before being met by a towering silhouette as you jolt in surprise.
“oh!” the lower voice exclaims.
“what the hell!?” you practically scream.
“s—surprise..!”
you raise your head to the familiar voice as your gazes meet. “satoru? oh my god?!” you let out the biggest exhale as your body fights off the adrenaline coursing through your body.
there’s no way that — that ‘gift’ satoru was spiraling about would actually be him in physical form. “are you supposed to be my gift?..” you ask shockingly, almost at a loss for words.
“… yes i— WAIT? i thought you weren’t home.” he shouts in realization, as he’s standing awkwardly at your front door. his soft blue eyes roaming all over your face, taking in every little feature as his eyes slowly make their way down before instantly flicking back up once he hears your voice.
“and i thought you were just traveling for your collab.” you purse your lips as the words taste a little bitter on your tongue, which makes satoru grin. “you’re poutin’ because i have a collab coming up?” he teases, before you’re taking a step back in your house and closing the door.
“wait, wait! i’m joking.” he hastily utters, subconsciously stopping the door with his hand before letting go as he scratches the back of his head with an awkward smile. “can i come in?”
—
satoru’s been roaming around every inch of your apartment like a curious puppy. “hmm, so this is your room?” he asks, peeking his head through the door frame.
“you can go in, you’ve seen my room a thousand times on face-time.” you insist as he trails behind you with his mouth parted like this is the most surreal experience ever.
you watch as satoru wanders around, and he’s touching everything within sight before halting at your streaming station. it’s quite a messy setup, the camera stands are fallen on the floor, your camera is tilted against the dresser while still being opened, and to make matters worse. the box you collect all of the toys gifted to you are all inside that box.
and given the curious nature satoru has he’d probably open it up without a thought. you make your across the room, towards the storage box grabbing to put it back in its proper place — your closet.
“what’s in it?” satoru questions, voice soft and inquisitive as he watches you open the closet. “uhh it’s nothing, i just use it to prop up my camera sometimes.” the lie slides off of your tongue, but you can also feel your throat getting uncomfortably dry as there’s a brief pause in satoru’s next words.
“hmm…” his eyes are practically drilling a hole into the back of your head. “i see! so you don’t use the camera stands sometimes, that’s actually smart.” he says lightly, forcing his gaze elsewhere. satoru can’t help, but fixate on how snug and thin your tank top is, or how loose and short your bottoms are.
he’s waited two months — sixty-one days and he’s finally gotten where he’s been yearning go, and there’s absolutely no way he’s going to ruin this moment. not even the bulge slowly growing inside his pants as he shakes his head to keep his thoughts more appropriate.
you finish hiding the box inside the closet, taking in a quiet inhale in attempt to calm your nerves. it was just a dumb storage box that was forgotten to be put away, but it wasn’t forgotten. no, it was satoru’s unexpected presence that made the simplest of things less casual than it should be. plus he’s practically seen your entire collection before, what’s the difference now?
you shut the regaining the composure that was lost as you look over your shoulder to see satoru already looking at you. “what are you looking at, toru.” you groaned, turning on your heels towards your bed before plopping down on the mattress.
“mind if i sit too?” he points to your bed, kicking off his shoes once you hum in response as the mattress dips beside you.
there’s nothing but silence… awkward silence. you honestly never expected things with satoru to ever be this awkward. the two of you were great friends, or great friends online that is. but maybe that weird tension between you both came from the fact that neither of you knew how to act around each other outside of a phone screen.
you steal a glance at satoru only to find him sprawled comfortably against your pillows as if he belonged there. one leg stretched across the mattress while the other bends loosely, his attention seemingly focused on his phone despite the occasional flick of his eyes toward you.
“so did you fly overseas just to stare at me in silence.” you quip with your cheek smushed into your pillow, which makes the corners of satoru mouth curl upwards. “yep, so i could look at the face all day.” he sits his phone down with a grin as you huff.
“seriously though.” you mumble into the fabric of your pillow, “what even is this collab?” you ask making satoru sigh, watching him slouch deeper into your pillow as his shirt rides up his abdomen, exposing the flex of his abs.
“just a collab somewhat outside my skill set.” he sighs, already dreading the conversation. “your skill set?” you repeat after him.
“yeah… rough, and mean.” he says, as if his entire twitter isn’t videos of him rag dolling a fleshlight and his fist. “that’s literally your middle name.” you let out a laugh while satoru lets out a whine.
“no it’s nott.” he sinks further into your pillows again, “there’s no reason to be nervous, toru— unless… you like her or something.” and there’s brief pause before satoru lets out a quiet laugh, though it sounds more nervous than anything.
“what if i did?” he asks.
“then it should be easier i’d assume.” you reply, watching the way satoru’s attention is fixated on your ceiling, “not really.” he replies back.
“why not?” you ask, completely oblivious to it all.
“becausee.. i don’t know.” he drags, throwing his body to the slide to face you as his eyes meet yours as your heart grows heavier.
he’s so close, just within a reach grasp and you can sense the change in satoru’s demeanor as he shifts closer towards you. his gaze flickers down for half a second before returning to your eyes, his lips parting like he’s debating whether or not to cross a line.
“can i ask you something.” he murmurs, as you nod. “sure.”
“want to help me practice?”
—
and maybe that’s how you found yourself straddling satoru. barricading either side of his waist with your thighs — rocking your hips into his, and grinding against the mound of his sweat pants.
“f— fuck…” satoru groans, his hands reach out to grab at your waist. the way you’re roll your hips, and slowly drag yourself against satoru’s bulge has him in a trance of him re-visioning the way you grind on all the silicone didlos you own.
the corners of his lips curl into a grin, “you gonna use me the way you use your toys?” he teases, as if you aren’t the one doing him a favor as his hands wrap around your waist, pressing you closer onto his lap as he pivots his hips up.
you let out a soft exhale which was heavier than expected as the damp fabric of your panties molded into the folds of your lips, making you feel every graze against your clit catching onto the hem of satoru’s sweatpants.
“why not.” your eyes flicker to satoru’s face as his eyes are already drawn upon yours. “i thought you needed my help…” you murmur, rolling your hips deeper against the outline of his sweats, earning a small grunt from satoru as you feel him twitch against you while inching your lips closers to his.
“you’re no different than my toys right now, right?” your breath fans against his parted lips, before pulling back as he lets out a chuckle in remembrance of exactly how crazed you make him feel. “damn, i almost forgot how mean you are to me.” satoru groans almost gutted in complete pleasure, you’d thought he’d already came.
you feel one of satoru’s thumbs tug against the hem of your shorts, indicating to take them off as you lift your hips up in response, feeling him tug them off before tossing them across the room while he’s working himself out of his sweatpants. and you can see exactly how long he’s been waiting for this very moment.
the raging bulge in his briefs are oozing pre-cum. satoru’s mind is absolutely broken, completely empty and thinking about none other than being inside you.
you can even see a little bead form on top of the cotton as satoru’s slender fingers rack down to grab a flesh full of your ass, pulling your lower half flush against him making you both moan to the blissful sensation of less cloth as your clit catches against the prominent vein of his cock.
“mmmh, shit…” he’s raising his hips to match the rhythm of his hands pressing you against him — attempting to fuck you through barricading fabric. “your clit is fuckin’ swollen— bet that’s how hard she gets grindin’ on other dicks, yeah?” satoru taunts, low and mean as he flashes a canine.
and you can feel every inch of his clothed dick dragging in-between your folds, over and over again. your chest is pressed against his, feeling your nipples harden against the material of your tank top from constantly rubbing against it.
your arms wrapped around his neck, letting him mouth words against the column of your throat as your vocal cords vibrate with a gentle laugh. “yeah she does, you jealous?” you mock, referencing a past conversation as satoru’s jaw tightens.
indeed he was, inevitably so. ever since the day he confirmed that personalized shipment overseas to your address — he was more than just jealous. and you can hear satoru grit his teeth before he’s flipping you over, back against the mattress.
the hem of your thin tank rising above your stomach, and the strap falling off your shoulder — feeling the soft strands of satoru’s silver hair brush against your forehead. your lips are parted, letting out a gasp to the sudden shock as you’re practically pinned beneath satoru as he leans over you.
he rises up, snaking his arms across the lower half of his torso before tugging his hoodie over his head, revealing each plane of his abs.
“‘m a little jealous.” he admits with a playful edge, though his actions are the complete opposite as he tosses his hoodie to the side before ducking down.
and your eyes follow his every movement, from the way his hands snake underneath your shirt before traveling down the sides of your waist to your hips.
you let out a small hitch, almost forgetting that this is just practice as his eyes focus on you — fixated on every little reaction he gets out of you. starting with the way your chest rises up and down and how whenever you both lock eyes, you immediately avert yours.
satoru chuckles amused, “do you want me to be jealous?” he murmurs, soft and intrigued before you’re muttering.
“stop going off script.” your lips purse, feeling your body run warm as the gravity of the situation finally dawns on you. satoru halts for half a second, his eyes scanning over you once more before pressing his lips against yours.
his tongue pushing against your teeth, ushering access to the inside of your mouth making you open your mouth as his tongue catches yours. exchanging saliva and making a mess as your feel once of his hands slide between your thigh and his other hand trailing up to cup your jaw, never breaking the kiss.
and there’s barely any time to breathe. not when his tongue is at the back of your throat, spit dripping down your chin as you’re moaning into his mouth from the pads of his fingers ducking into your panties as his fingers work to find your swollen clit.
satoru breaks the kiss, and there’s a little string of salvia connecting you two as you gasp for air.
“there is no script.” he breathes out hoarse, and there’s nothing holding him back now. his eyes flicker down to the hand buried inside your panties before tugging away the fabric, as he nudges your thighs further apart with his knees.
and he almost drools at the sight of your pussy on display. a moment just for him — the moment he’s waited for months on end as he pushes his hips against your bare cunt, grinding his clothed dick against your clit as you moan at the friction.
“there she is.” he groans, almost sounding frustrated by how affected he is. “been waiting fuckin’ months.” he lets your clit throb against his bulge as you shudder.
you throw one of your arms over your face, embarrassed by how much this is affecting you as well before satoru’s grabbing your wrist and pinning your hand to the side.
“c’mon, angel.” he coos, watching your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “don’t be shy, yeah? i know this pussy better than those toys do.” he lets out a quiet, almost guttural groan as if he’s remembering the countless clips he’s seen of you stuffing your pussy full.
his words travel straight to your core making your hole involuntarily twitch as you knit your eyebrows. “you talk too much.” you say quiet, and breathless before his other hand is taking your other hand and guiding it towards his pelvis, making you palm at his bulge through his briefs as he’s humping into your hand with a breathy laugh which quickly dissolves into a groan.
“feel it?” he grinds deeper into your hand, and you can feel the warmth of his stiff cock twitch against your palm as you nod. “that’s what you do to me.” he drags your hand near the band of his briefs as one of your fingers catch the hem of it, before he’s making you tug the band down freeing himself as his dick instantly springs out and slaps heavy against his lower abdomen with a groan.
“been hard the second you opened that door— almost gave me blue-balls.” he whines with a pout as his eyes drop down to the unfathomable size difference between his dick and that tiny hole he’s gonna stretch open.
and your mouth drops because there’s no way he’s going to fit inside of you. it looked physically impossible, satoru’s dick was even bigger than the molded replica he had made for you.
your throat runs dry, and you swallow hard as your fingers brush against satoru’s pelvis. “t—that’s too big…” you stammer out before pushing against his lower half as he’s swatting your hand away, before pulling you into him as his length slides in between your folds, gathering slicks as the head of his dick grazes against your clit making you both moan in unison.
“yeah?” he responds, voice shaky because there’s no disagreeing with that — not when he practically dwarfs you in every physical way possible. he watches the way his cock drags back and forth through your folds, slowly dragging down near your entrance before ghosting over it with a strained moan.
“toru…” your voice trembles a bit. you’re trying to mentally and physically prepare yourself for what’s to come as satoru uses his free hand to cup the back of your knee, pushing it towards your chest.
“yeah, baby?” he hums, rocking his hips closer against your entrance that’s squeezing around nothing. and all he earns is silence from your nervousness as he lets out a reassuring grin while unpinning your wrist with his other hand. “just relax f’me.” he drags his hips down, lining up flush against your entrance.
“m sure you’ve been stretchin’ yourself out on replicas for me this whole time.” he teases, his eyes locking onto yours. “look at me, pretty girl.” he tilts your chin gently towards him as he leans in.
“been wanting to see how pretty you look taking me for months.” he murmurs against your lips, before slowly rocking his hips into yours as the head of his cock slips past your entrance making you wince.
“crap…” satoru breathlessly chuckles, sounding a little delirious, his head dropping to your shoulder as he realigns himself with your entrance. “just one more time, angel.” he whispers, nudging his hips into yours as the tip of his dick finally sinks in.
“f- fuckk, fuck!” you choke into a whimper feeling yourself get split apart as the pressure slowly stretches you out. your hands find any kind of leverage as one of your hands claws into the back of satoru’s neck while the other digs into his bicep.
“mmmghh, you feel so—” satoru groans against your shoulder, hips stuttering for a second as if he can’t handle it — sinking deeper into you, until he’s pelvis flush against your bum as your back arches off the mattress.
his hands snake tight around your waist, engraving moon-shaped crescents into your skin his movements pause because this is the vision he’s replayed in his head a million times over.
the decision of taking his sweet time with you, and making passionate love until you’re saying ‘i love you’ —or fucking you raw until the sun comes up and you’re screaming his name.
the halt in his movement gives you time to better accommodate around his length. though the burn is still there, and your pussy feels indescribably full as the head of satoru’s cock nudge sweet against the sensitive spot inside of you.
a moan escapes from your throat, and your canines are sunken into your bottom lip. this is the moment satoru’s dreamed about, even fucked his palm to the thought of just how warm, and tight you’d feel wrapped around his dick. he lets out a low, strained groan beginning to rock his hips forward.
maybe he should be gentle with you, and watch you slowly fall apart on his dick — but that’s not the way you used his dick on stream.
satoru’s rhythm picks up, his thrusts getting meaner, and his strokes getting longer as he begins snapping his hips into you.
“shit— you’re taking me s’ good…” his lips part into a gasp as he watches the way your pussy swallows him whole with every thrust that has your body rocking up and down beneath him.
every roll of his hips causing your walls to involuntarily squeeze around him. “t— toru…” you whimper, thighs trembling within his hold as his cock drags in and out of your hole.
“mmm, that’s my name.” he hums, swallowing a moan. his eyes roaming every inch of your body before finding your face. your eyes are glossy, and your bottom lip is swollen from gnawing at it. “gonna let ‘toru fuck you the way he’s been dreamin’ about, yeah?” satoru lets out a shaky exhale.
his grip tightens around the back of your knees, as he’s shifting his position in a way that drops most of his weight onto you forcing your knees against your chest.
you choke at the sudden fullness, your eyes flicking down to see a small bump in your lower stomach. you couldn’t even talk, satoru was so deep inside of you in ways no toy could. one of your palms trail down to push against satoru’s lower abdomen, feeling the flex of his abs.
“see that?” satoru grins, pupils blown wide at the sight of him deep inside of you. his hand sliding over your stomach while pivoting his hips at an angle to hit deeper against that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.
“that little toy never reached this deep, did it?” he taunts, pressing his palm against the bulge in your stomach, making your breath hitch and your walls choking around his cock earning an escaped whimper fall from satoru’s lips.
his hips are basically moving on their own. snapping into yours as he practically pounds your pussy into the mattress. “fuckk— can’t stop.” he chokes, each thrusts sloppier than the last as you throw your head back moaning his name.
“yeah, yeah— thaat’s ittt.” he drags, as he slowly begins to lose himself. “mmhngh— keep milkin’ me just like that…”
the head of his cock is repeatedly pressing against that wet, spongy spot inside of you. “nngh, toruu!” you whine, each stroke makes your stomach feel weird and your core tighten in a way that makes your bladder swell as euphoric waves course through your veins.
you can feel satoru twitch inside of you, his hips stuttering with each thrusts. he’s ducking his head down, burying his face into the crook of your neck and panting against your skin.
the sound of bare skin slapping against each other, and the exchanges of whimpering and moaning bounce off the walls. “s-shit… hated watching those streams knowin’ it wasn’t me.” he grits, panting against your neck.
“should’ve been me.” his voice quakes, muttering into your skin, almost sounding frustrated by it as he drools against your neck. “i should’ve been the one making you feel this good, not some fuckin’ toy.” he moans into you, and his pelvis flush against yours.
his dick nuzzling sweet against your cervix. your breath catching in your throat with your mouth open, “fuck, fuckk— ‘m cummingg!” you shriek. your legs shaking in satoru hold, as your nails rack desperately against satoru’s back as your spine lifts off the mattress.
your body seizing at the orgasmic wave of pleasure shooting throughout your body as your vision flashes white. a plethora of broken whimpers spill past your lips, eyes shut tight — feeling every drag of satoru’s dick against your sensitive walls as he chases his high.
“‘m close.” he exhales, as your pussy strangles his dick, milking him with every thrust as he feels himself involuntarily spill inside of you. his hips are slamming into yours, thrust gut-deep before nuzzling his length as deep as possible into your pussy as his cock swells inside of you before pulling out.
instantly spurting cum onto your stomach as he grinds against your body as you’re both moaning, trying to catch your breaths.
you let out somewhat of a incoherent sigh as satoru collapses on top of you — sticky bodies flush against each other.
“so…” you sigh, snaking one of your hands against the back of satoru’s head, running your fingers through his soft locks as his arms wrapped around your torso.
“are you ready for your collab.” you ask, muscles feeling like jelly as you play in his hair. “yeah.” he hums absently, “i can go more rounds…” he breathlessly laughs.
Toji’s got you bouncing on his cock in his car. No tinted windows. No privacy. Just raw-dogging it.
He’s been fucking into you for about almost an hour now, his stupid fat cock rubbing against your insides, making you see stars.
"T-toji, I'm feeling weird," you stutter out.
“Hm?” Is all Toji says before he takes your clit between his fingers and starts rubbing it.
You let out something between a sob and a moan as he does so.
“Toji! I really can’t—something weird's happening, please—" Your body tenses up and you start rapidly shaking.
Toji continues to fuck you once more until you spray your juices all over him.
Toji moans at the sight. “Fuck.” Is all he says before pulling you into a messy kiss. Toji does one more mean thrust into you before spilling his hot, warm seed inside you.
After a while he pulls out of you. A second later he realizes that you completely soaked his seats.
You’re sitting on Nanami’s lap, completely spread open for him.
Your thighs are spread as wide as possible, draped over either side of his, your back pressed against his broad, solid chest. Your skirt is hiked all the way up to your waist, your panties long since pushed aside.
His long, thick fingers are fucking you without mercy, plunging deep into your soaked pussy with a slow but brutal rhythm.
Every thrust makes a wet, obscene sound. Two fingers sink in to the knuckles before pulling out almost completely, only to slam back in harder. His knuckles rub perfectly against your G-spot with every stroke, while his thumb circles your swollen clit with precise, steady motions.
Your juices are flowing abundantly. They soak his fingers, run down his hand, and stain his expensive suit, that perfectly tailored dark gray trousers that must cost a small fortune. A dark, shiny wet patch is already forming on the fabric, but Nanami doesn’t care at all.
“Let go,” he murmurs against your ear, his voice low, calm, and slightly husky. His warm breath caresses the back of your neck. “You can get as wet as you want. This suit is nothing compared to the feeling of you like this around my fingers.”
You moan loudly, head falling back against his shoulder. Your hips move on their own, meeting his fingers with every thrust. Your body trembles, your thighs trying to close reflexively, but he holds them open with a firm hand on the inside of your leg.
“Nanami… ugh pls!” you cry out when he curls his fingers just right, pressing hard against that sensitive spot that makes you see stars.
He speeds up slightly, fucking your pussy harder, deeper. The wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of you fills the living room. Your juices are now flowing freely, soaking his pants, his thigh, and even the couch beneath you.
Nanami places a slow kiss on your neck, then gently nibbles your skin before licking the spot.
“You’re so wet for me…” he breathes, almost in awe. “Look at what you’re doing to my clothes. You’re so open, so drenched just for me.”
His fingers continue their relentless work: plunging deep, curling, rubbing, while his thumb never leaves your clit, stimulating it without pause.
You feel the orgasm building fast, violent and uncontrollable. Your walls clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking hard.
He smiles against your neck, a calm but satisfied smile, and picks up the pace just a little more.
“Then come,” he murmurs in a low, commanding voice. “Soak me completely. I want to feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers.”
His thumb presses harder on your clit, his fingers fucking you faster and deeper. The orgasm hits you brutally. Your body arches violently against him, a raw cry escaping your throat as your walls spasm rhythmically around his fingers.
A hot jet bursts out of you, soaking his hand even more, his pants, and the couch. You squirt, unable to hold it back, your pleasure gushing abundantly over him.
Nanami lets out a soft, satisfied growl, continuing to move his fingers slowly to prolong your orgasm until you’re trembling and breathless in his arms.
When the spasms finally subside, he gently withdraws his glistening fingers from your soaked pussy. He brings them to his mouth and licks them slowly, never taking his eyes off you.
“Delicious,” he murmurs, voice still a little rough. “And my suit is completely ruined… but it was more than worth it.”
You answer with a small, incoherent sound, too exhausted from your orgasm to speak properly. You feel Nanami smile against your shoulder. He turns your head and kisses you tenderly.
✮ getting stuck in an elevator with two hot bosses who want you cannot be that bad, right? *pwp
"shit, we're gonna be here a while," nanami breathed out annoyed and loosened his tie after the dispatcher didn't answer again and the call button totally stopped working. your shift ended like three hours ago, but you were still there, typical you, obsessing over some report. the office was totally empty.
well, except for two department heads you were lucky enough to get stuck with in one cramped elevator.
the elevator felt way too small for three adults. you were basically squeezed between them and could feel the heat coming off their bodies. behind you was nanami's tall figure, and right in front of you — higuruma. both were a head taller than you, wider in the shoulders, and fucking hot.
i mean, it wasn't for nothing that you always wore short skirts even though the dress code said no, that you accidentally spilled coffee on higuruma's pants so you could apologize with bambi eyes and wipe a napkin near his cock. for months you played a dangerous game: you leaned over a little more than you should, showed off your chest when you sat across from him, brushed your shoulder against nanami's in the narrow hallway, and left documents on hiromi's desk that were soaked in your boldest perfume. you teased both of them at the same time, gave them hope, but always slipped away the second their stares got too heavy. a little flirting is fun, alright?
but right now you weren't having fun at all.
nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."
you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.
"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."
before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."
"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."
they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."
he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.
nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.
your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.
"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."
"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."
hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"
he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.
"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"
"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.
"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.
those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.
"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."
his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.
"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.
hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.
"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"
"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"
nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."
as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.
nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."
your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"
your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.
higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.
"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.
you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.
you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.
"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.
but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.
"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"
your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."
hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.
"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."
nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.
"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"
he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.
"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.
but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.
“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.
hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”
you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”
with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.
“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.
“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”
he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.
by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.
you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.
nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”
he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”
you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.
your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.
“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”
you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”
nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.
he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.
he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.
“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.
“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”
while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.
“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”
“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.
you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.
the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”
tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”
both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.
it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”
“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.
it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.
their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.
“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.
“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”
nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”
“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.
higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.
hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.
nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”
he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.
“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”
their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.
“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”
“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”
your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.
the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.
at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.
"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.
you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.
"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.
you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.
hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.
for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.
"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.
"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"
your boyfriend ragebaits himself and then fucks it out in you!
hey, satoru never claimed to be very sensible when it came to you.
it had started long before you had even agreed to go out with him. back when he still had a big, fat and very poorly concealed crush on you. his mind was his biggest opp, truly.
sitting down in class, staring at the back of your head as he imagined scenarios of some other douche asking you out - and his biggest nightmare - you agreeing.
or, the thought of there being someone else who would snatch you right up before satoru built up the courage to ask you out.
back then, these thoughts gave him the push he desperately needed. he asked you out, you agreed, and he's been living his blissfully happy life ever since.
except...
satoru had his weight pinning you down in a mean mating press, his thick cock particularly hard today as he thrusted inside you like a mad man.
"'t-toruuuu-" you sobbed, your fingers digging in the skin of his back as you held on for dear life as your boyfriend pounded in you. the bed was creaking under the weight of satoru's hurried thrusts, making sounds that were lewder than the symphony of moans and cries leaving your mouth.
"y-y'belong to me," satoru panted, bringing his head to the side of your neck. he bit down on it, making your arch up and cry out.
"p-plea- hngh- haaah," you moaned, trying to twist your neck off his jaw, "s-slo- p-pleas-"
he brought his hand under your thigh, pulling your leg over his shoulder. the angle made you gasp out as satoru's weeping cock hit that particular spot, over and over again.
"say it," he gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. his cock twitched at the sight of your fucked-out expression, his pupils dilating as he felt a surge of pride.
i did this, he thought, turning his hips up a notch. mine, she's mine.
"s-say it," he repeated, releasing your jaw, "you're mine, ngh-"
you moaned out some gibberish, too far gone to concentrate on what your boyfriend was saying as you tried to survive his relentless thrust, mind more focused on your oncoming orgasm.
"baby," he dipped down, taking your open mouth in a sloppy kiss before biting down on your lower lip, "y'r mine, baby, please, say it."
you nod, tears streaming down your face as you clench down hard on his cock, “‘m- m’yours- hic- youurs—”
“atta girl,” he presses a kiss on your calf, gripping your hips as he slams inside of you, grinning when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as you cum all over his cock, fists gripping the sheets as you arch off the bed.
“s-so- fuckkk… so pretty,” he doesn’t slow down, fucking you through the orgasm as he bends down, “so pretty.. ngh- a-and all f’me.”
“satoruuuu,” you garble against his mouth as he kisses you again, pressing his entire weight on top of you, “slow down— please— hic!”
“we’ve got a long night ahead, sweetheart,” he pressed a kiss to your tear stained cheek, licking up the salty residue, “need to make sure this pussy moulds to the shape of my cock.”
synopsis . What happens when you come home late to them when they’re needy. pairings (separate) . Gojo x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, & Nanami x f!reader.
content . afab!reader, non-curse au, neediness, dirty talk, jealousy, unprotected sex, established relationships, semi-public sex, finger sucking, masturbation, clit pinching, choking, oral sex, filth, possessiveness, slight throat fucking, manhandling, rough sex, breeding kink, dry humping, spitting, etc.
word count . 7.8k | author’s note: this is a repost from kamitv! i want all my works on one account so if this looks familiar, that’s why. banner art from “Infiltration! Agent on Edge”
☆ Gojo Satoru
“Fuuuuck, I missed you so much today,” He’d groan directly into your mouth, aching cock slipping in between your dripping folds ever so perfectly, “Missed’ this pussy, fuck.”
You’d let off a whine and your brows would pinch together at your boyfriend’s words, “I was only gone for an-, ahh! an hour longer, ‘Toru." Your cunt narrowed around his long cock as he continued pushing into you.
To come home to a needy Gojo always ended the same—you laid out on the nearest surface beneath him as he worked his dick inside you and forced you to tell him about your extended day.
“Mhmm, I know,” He’d frown as his sharp cerulean eyes bored down into your own carefully, “Felt like forever though,” Gojo explains, nudging himself in inch by inch, watching how your eyes flicker, and admiring the way your lips parted to release a sigh.
“You’re so-,” His hips roll down into you, and you moan at how his cock presses into the depths of your pussy—filling you up entirely, “Dramatic,” You finish, words coming out as a breathy moan.
Gojo bit his lower lip to conceal a smile. Oh how he loved watching your face contort into pleasure, he could watch the stress fading out of your eyes and being replaced with lust forever.
“M’not dramatic,” He huffs. The two of you were on your shared living room couch as he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom, needing to be inside you as quickly as possible.
Gojo’s got one hand intertwined with yours, pressing your fingers down into the soft couch cushion as he started working up a faster pace.
“I missed my girlfriend,” He groaned with his hips drawing back ever so slowly while listening closely to the loud squelch of your cunt once his cock pushes back in. Biting his lip yet again, he smirks a bit, “Seems like she missed me too.”
Your neck arches a bit and you moan, the sound like music to his ears. “Toru, hahh-, you’re so big,” You mumble out due to the sheer stretch of his cock.
He can’t help but crack a full smile, his mind spinning due to the feel of your plush walls pulsing around his veiny shaft. “Yeahh, but you take me so well every time, pretty girl,” Gojo praises, “Needy lil’ pussy’s always hugging my cock juuust right.”
Those lewd words of his make your face twist up but you can’t help but moan again as he slams down into you all at once.
“Hah, now tell me what held you up at work again?” Gojo requested amid his thrusts, despite watching you lose your breath.
You whine, “My coworker, mmgh! h-he-“
Gojo’s cock twitched inside you, shifting slightly and purposefully angling into your cervix, “He?”
“Mmh-, y-yes Satoru, he!” You cry out, your hand squirming beneath his as Gojo’s larger fingers squeeze yours, “He… aagnh, fuck-, he messed up on some-, nngh, paperwork,” You just barely manage out.
The man above you tilts his head, eyes narrowing, and thrusts growing heavier. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just peers down at you with this look in his eyes.
You’d swear those blue irises of his were glowing with how intently he looked at you. Not that you were allowed much time to dissect that, seeing as Gojo began fucking his cock down into you all the more harsher.
The sloppy sounds of his thrusts echoed throughout the room, all of which were followed by your moans and pleas for him to slow down.
Gojo swiftly moved his free hand between your body and his, finding your clit without batting an eye and quickly pinching it. “So, another man kept you from me?” He eventually breathed out.
He sounded upset, which kinda explained why he was growing so rough with you—his angry cockhead pounding into your cunt so viciously, as if to remind you of who you belong to.
“Toruu,” You whimper, “P-Please-, he’s, aah! He’s just a coworker,” You tried your best to explain things to your lover but all your whines seemed to go through one ear and out the other.
Gojo rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah, a coworker who took up my girl’s time,” He argued, “Y’know what, call in sick tomorrow.”
“W-What?” You exhale heavily. With eyes as wide as ever, you couldn’t believe your boyfriend right now.
“W-What?” Gojo mocks you before you feel his thick cock slip impossibly deeper into you, “You heard me. I said call in sick,” He voiced out lowly. It was more of a command rather than a request at this point.
An airy little noise of disapproval leaves your throat, “Hhgn… I c-can’t just-,“ Thumb swirling over your clit as his dick continued to split you open, the feel of your cunt wetting up his cock even more served as a better answer than the verbal foolishness breaking past your lips. Then, your eyes rolled back as his pelvis clashed down into yours a bit harder, “Ohmygod-“
“You can,” Gojo protests, pulling his hips back until he nearly slid out of you. Then he’s drilling right back in such a feral way, as if he could never quite get enough.
“Toru,” You moan sweetly, his pupils dilating even more at the sound.
Even so, he has no plans on changing his mind, “Nah, it seems you forgot how I feel about other guys getting in the way of us,” Gojo grunts. The sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he beat his lengthy cock deep into your pussy was overwhelming by this point.
Your legs quivered and your back arched up off the couch, “But h-he’s not-“
“Shut up,” Gojo cut off rudely. And you do, shutting your mouth obediently and whining instead to earn yet another praise. “Good girlll,” Then he let out a singular pant, and you swear you felt him in your stomach at that point, “Now hurry up ‘nd cum f’me, we gotta make up for lost time.”
☆ Geto Suguru
Who allows you to enter your shared home perfectly fine at first. He helped you take off your shoes, spoke to you in that soft tone as he requested an account of what happened during your long day, and was nothing short of gentle with you.
You should've known something was up though.
You had answered him honestly and explained how there was an error you had to stay in the office and fix, to which Geto would soothe you with his understanding nature and gentle words.
Yet, the very second you sigh a little too heavily for his liking, he was dragging you off to the bedroom and offering himself as a stress reliever.
“Suguruuu,” You mewl out, thighs spread over his handsome face, with his big hands latched to your legs and fingers pressing into your skin as he aids you.
Those pretty purple-hued eyes of his would gaze up into yours as you faced him, his tongue delving into your cunt and lapping up your sweetness into his mouth. His deep groans were like heaven against you.
"Use me, princess," Geto purred just before flattening his tongue against your dripping pussy and lapping it upward tenderly enough to have you twitching against it and squirming against his palms.
You pant heavily as your hips ground themself over the wet pink muscle below for more friction in the neediest of manners. Geto's thick fingers slid up along your body, caressing your tensed skin with his touch before he grabbed ahold of your hips and forced you to ride his face faster.
Although you couldn't see it, your boyfriend had been lifting his own hips into the air whilst feasting on your cunt like a man starved—his cock pressing against the fabric of his sweats and giving himself the slightest bit of friction needed.
A sticky swab of precum wet up his boxers where his tip was, his fat cock ever so very desperate for you. But, he'd force himself to wait since your pleasure was far more important at the moment.
Which is why his jaw drops a bit and his lips are cup your pussy—slurping your juices into his mouth and ignoring how some carelessly slipped out from the corner of his lips to dribble down his face. Not that he cared of course, especially not when you were above him, whining and moaning beautifully.
"Fuck Sugu-, that feels so good-, hhggn... ah!" You whine desperately above him. He's been at it for quite some time now, but his tongue is so damn skillful and long that you've lost all track of it.
Geto rears his head back only to spit a fat glob of saliva onto your cunt, "What a messy girl you are," He comments, breath tickling the insides of your thighs, "Drippin' all into my mouth even when I'm not even moving."
Then he's leaning up again, his lips pressing into your sensitive clit and making you jump at the contact. A jolt of pleasure shoots throughout your body as he continues to plant a bunch of messy kisses on your clit before suckling it into his mouth.
The tip of his tongue dashes around the sensitive bud, and you reach a hand down to curl your fingers into his hair as you roll your hips forward against his face for more.
"Mmmgh," Geto hums against you, "Yeahh, ride my fuckin' face, baby," He encourages, words making you impossibly wetter as you do exactly that.
His tongue sinks back down and slithers into your cunt, searing against your plush walls as he moaned into you. Your legs began to close around his head, and his fingers dig into your skin, "F-Fuck, m'gonna cum, Sugu."
He nods below you, lidded eyes revealing his zero intent on slowing down or stopping anytime soon. Your taste was too addicting to him, he could eat you out for hours and hours without ever getting tired.
Geto would have his mouth latched to your pussy until his jaw locked if you'd let him—and even then, he'd still keep going. You could squirt on his face, beg him to give you a break, or even try running pulling away from him, but he'd always drag you back to him, tell you to take it, and request that you wet up his face again 'n again until he's satisfied.
Even as you cum in his mouth, his dick is throbbing in his sweats, twitching all over the place as it aches to be inside you. When you finally come undone and begin to pant softly above him, that's when he slows down.
"You can give me one more, yeah?" Geto hums with a sly smirk on his face, having yet to move an inch away from your pussy.
You shake your head in protest, "M'tired Sugu..."
He frowns, "C'mon, you can't be tired after one orgasm. I thought we worked on that stamina of yours?" He whispered before turning to kiss the inside of your thighs.
Pouting, "I had a long day..." You explain.
"Uhuh, and I'm trying to relieve you, baby," He tells you with an innocent look on his face, "C'mon, gimme a few more 'nd then I'll leave you alone."
"Suguru... you never leave me alone afterward," You huff out as you recall all the past times this exact scenario has played out.
Geto snickers, "That's because I've got a needy girl who likes begging for my cock afterward."
"I-," Your frown deepens, "I do not..."
"Yeahh ya' do..." He argues, "But it's alright, I like it when you're all needy 'nd start beggin' for me."
With a slight groan, you shift above him a little, "...Shut up."
He tips his head back against the bed below and smiles, "Shut me up, c'mon. Put that pretty pussy on my mouth again."
Heat rushes to your face as he says that, and almost instinctively, you just listen to him and sit right back down on his welcoming mouth.
A loooong night was ahead of you.
☆ Toji Fushiguro
Oh, he hates when you come home late, as if he doesn’t do so himself all the damn time.
But the problem is that he’d be texting you throughout the day begging—no, never begging but, telling—or ordering you to come home. Plethoras of I need you’s & look at what you’re doin’ to me’s followed by roughly five images of his thick and aggravatingly hard cock would ping to your phone while you’re in the middle of a meeting you didn’t have to attend.
And yes, you’ve explained this to your impatient partner, Toji, but does he care? Of course not.
So that’s why when you finally come home, you could barely get into the house before he’s got that large, veiny hand of his wrapped around your throat, tugging you into your household and slamming your body back against the front door to close it.
“Toji-,“ You barely even get a chance to speak before he’s shoving his hot tongue into your mouth and shutting you up.
Your fiancé doesn’t care to hear your excuses; you’ve already texted them to him, so he’s grunting into your mouth, and his free hand is moving to lock the door you’re up against.
His lips are warm and heavy against you, cologne dizzying your senses, his bigger and much bulkier body pressing against you, and hand limiting your oxygen.
“Told’ you I fuckin’ needed you,” Toji grunted into your mouth as he trailed his touch down and around your body, quickly moving to grab a greedy handful of your ass, “Y’know how long I’ve been waitin’?”
You whine as his fingers curl into your asscheek, squeezing harshly before moving his lips to your jawline. “T-Toji, please, that meeting was—“
“Don’t care,” He hums casually as he dips further down and to the side of your neck, sucking eagerly at your skin, “Forty-five fuckin’ minutes I’ve been waitin’ for you.”
You roll your eyes, “You’re such a big baby,” You stammer out as his hand shifts to your hip. Then he tugs at you so that his one larger leg can press in between yours.
Toji scoffs against you and his hand leaves your throat, “I’m a big baby? Says the one who starts cryin’ from jus’ the tip.”
You grit your teeth, and your hands go to his broad shoulders, “I do not," You gasp, his bulky thigh pressing up against your clit, “You’re exaggerating.”
“Oh, am I?” Toji chuckles, pulling his head up so he can look at your face, “Look at’cha now, can’t even handle a couple of kisses without lookin’ all fucked out.”
You frown at the man, “You couldn’t even let me get past the damn door before your hands were all over m-“
He shuts you up by lifting a hand to shove two thick fingers into your mouth, “God, you talk too much.”
A pout pulls at your lower lip as his fingers sink deeper into your mouth and press down on the back of your tongue. Your eyes gloss over a little, and you gag.
His scarred lip pulls up into a smirk, “Look at that fuckin’ pout… Aww, you mad?” Toji taunts.
God, you cannot stand him.
Well, you can, that’s why you’ve got an engagement ring on your finger now—but still, he never fails to piss you off. And you’re pretty sure he likes pissing you off seeing as he clearly gets a kick out of seeing you upset.
You move to graze his fingers with your teeth, and he raises a brow.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” Toji warns.
You groan against him before letting out a tired sigh and slithering your tongue in between the two fingers lodged in your mouth. He flashes a smile at you.
Then he nods approvingly, “Yeahhh, tha’s more like it.”
Oh, his cock was in pain due to how hard he was. And it doesn’t get any better when you pull your head back a little before pushing forward, sucking on his fingers like the obedient lil' fiancée he knows you to be.
Toji licks his lips in almost slow motion, “So fuckin’ sexy, doll. Y’know that right?”
You smile against his fingers briefly before you nod, “Mhmm…”
He sighs heavily as he watches you suck on him, cock twitching in his sweatpants every time you throat his fingers and bat those pretty eyes of yours at him.
Then, he practically loses his mind when you pull off with a loud pop before taking his wrist into your hands, spitting on the tip of his fingers, and then taking them right back into your mouth.
Toji 's words leave him all sleazily, “Nasty lil’ slut,” He huffs out, “Suckin’ on my fingers like it’s my cock. You’re enjoyin’ yourself, huh?”
You smile yet again and nod, “Mmh…”
“Fuck, keep lookin’ at me like that, ‘nd I’m gonna cum without even seein’ your pussy.” He warns.
That makes you far more eager than he expects you to be and you tilt your head to the side to really start sucking on his fingers like they’re his dick.
Then, you pull off for a moment just to speak, “Put three in my mouth,” You request, sticking your tongue out and watching how his lips part to nearly moan at your words alone.
Toji tips his head back ever so slightly, eyes getting lower as he shifts to hold three fingers to your lips, “You’re so fuckin’ nasty,” He whispers before pushing his digits in and feeling you hum against him, “Gonna make me cum from this, pretty girl…”
You twist your head a bit as you suck on him, running your tongue all in between his fingers, drool escaping out the corner of your lips, and one of your hands suddenly dropping from his wrists. Toji’s eyes flicker when your free hand grabs ahold of his cock through his clothes.
“S-Shit,” He hisses, “God, I love you.” Toji hums as your hand strokes his aching cock through his clothing.
You were all too perfect for him, sucking on his fingers, rubbing your palm against the outline of his clothes—he swears he’s never found himself about to cum from something so simple before.
It's almost embarrassing. Almost.
Your mouth furthers on his fingers and your hand moves to slip into his sweats, making his body jerk forward when you grab his thick cockhead and run your fingers over it so teasingly.
“Fuuuck,” He groans with his jaw going slack, “The hell would I do without you-, mgh,” He grunts deeply as you stroke his tip.
Toji’s hips buck into your touch, and he’s trying so hard not to moan—he was really aching for you more than he’d let on.
A messy slick of precum gets all over your hand, but it makes it easier for you to start jerking him off, your mouth still latched to his fingers for a moment before you pull off.
Then you kiss him and smile, “C’mon big guy, go ahead ‘nd cum f’me so you can fuck me properly.”
Oh, he practically loses his sanity at that. Body folding over toward you as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, Toji finally lets out that sexy moan he’s been keeping in.
You snicker as you jerk him off, and you can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, the messy sounds of your fingers sliding along his thickness filling the air.
Toji tilted his head and his lips pressed into your skin, but he didn't kiss you, just opened his mouth and panted, “M’so close, doll. Don’t stop, d-don’t you fuckin’ stop,” He demanded against your neck, breath heated and body tense because of you.
You smile, “You’re so needy, Toji…”
His teeth graze your neck for a moment as he nearly sinks them into your skin, “Don’t call me needy.”
“But you are,” You voice out so sensually that it makes his head spin.
Toji grunts, and you swear you hear a different noise almost escape the back of his throat as your hand squeezes his cock. “M’gonna fuck the shit outta’ you after this,” He huffs, “Gonna make sure you can’t even-, aagh… walk tomorrow.” He stammers out.
You move to whisper in his ear, “Mhm, I’m sure you will.”
“I’ll show you fuckin’ needy,” Toji utters through gritted teeth, your hand just jerking and jerking—his legs were starting to stiffen because of how good it felt.
“Stop talking and cum for me so you can fill me up,” You whisper teasingly.
Toji’s eyes roll back, “I’ll put a baby in you if you keep talkin’ like that.”
“Maybe I want you to,” You giggle.
Then your hand focuses on his leaking tip, and he just couldn’t take it anymore, groaning at both your skillful hand and your teasing words before creamy ropes of cum spurts out.
His hands ball into tight fists as he does so, and he pants heavily beside you. The sounds he let out were loud enough to let you know he really was worked up.
In one quick motion, he lifted his head from your shoulder and pressed his lips into yours one last time. Grunting, “Fuckin’ love you.”
And you’re smiling against him, “Mhm, love you too, ya’ big baby.”
Toji scoffs before pulling away from your lips, “Alright, call me a big baby one more time ‘n see what happens.”
You stare at the man, noticing the slight smirk he has, “But Toji, you are a big baby—never satisfied ‘til you get what you want.”
“Seems like you’ve got the roles here reversed, doll,” He huffs before pecking your lips one more time, “S’fine though, I’ll fix that soon enough.”
Gulp.
☆ Choso Kamo
Coming home late to your needy boyfriend is never a bad thing. If anything, you think you stay longer at work on purpose just to tease the man.
When you get home wee hours into the night, all the lights in the apartment would be off, there'd be practically no sound throughout the place, and you'd wonder if Choso was sleeping.
Of no surprise to you, he isn't when you make your way to the living room and see his legs sprawled out while he watches some show playing on the TV ahead of him. You'd carefully make your way around the couch and notice he's got his eyes shut, his head resting slightly back on the couch.
How cute, he'd fallen asleep waiting for you. So what do you do as his loving girlfriend? Well, you move to straddle him and take a very comfortable seat in his lap, his entire body jolting awake at your presence.
The smell of your perfume would seep into his nose, the feeling of your thighs spread over his would make his body tense, and the way you'd wrap your arms around his neck as he woke up would have him letting out a sigh of relief.
"Hi Cho," You'd greet so lovingly, voice caressing his ear just before you plant a cute lil' kiss near it.
Choso's hands move on instinct, two large pairs of fingers pawing at each side of your waist. Then, before he even gets a second to say anything, you're tipping your head down to kiss him on the side of his neck like you always do.
He groans immediately, and you feel his cock jump at the sudden kiss. Then he's gripping onto your waist tighter, "Missed you, baby." Choso tells you in that richly deep voice of his, the sound making you move against him.
Your kisses trail up, and you find yourself right below his jaw, "Missed you too, Cho."
He inhales sharply as you then lick him before sucking on his skin a little, "Yeah?" Choso teases, sleepily dragging his hands down and grabbing ahold of your hips before squeezing, "You stayed at work longer than normal..."
"I know, I know, m'sorry," You coo as you try to make up for it with the constant kisses to his neck. And he's so sensitive too, squirming all over the place as you do so. You could feel his dick growing beneath you, and the feeling only encouraged you to get more comfortable in his lap.
Then you lift your face from his neck and meet those low brown eyes of his, "Heard me? I said I'm sorry, Cho."
He stares at you for a long moment before cocking his head to the side, "Are you?"
You blink, "Of course I am!"
"Prove it to me, baby," He requests, voice as deep as ever.
You could feel your body getting hotter every time he spoke, the look in his eyes and the faint touch on you driving you crazy. "How do you want me to prove it to you, hm?" You ask softly.
Just as his voice made you ache, your voice made the tip of his cock leak. He's lifting his hips up into yours without a second thought, and he doesn't miss the way you gasp softly at his clothed cock pressing against your cunt.
"Ride me," Choso says calmly, "If you're sorry, make it up to me by making me cum."
You smile at the man, "That's it? Choso, you're acting like I haven't made you cum without even touching you before..."
He scoffs slightly as he leans back into the couch lazily—a sleepy, but sexy smile spreading across his face as he does so. “You tied me up, that was different, baby.”
Tilting your head, you smile back at him, “Was it?”
“Mhm, and when I say ride me,” Choso’s hands slither down along your legs before finding place on your thighs, “I mean just like this.”
You just stare with wide, confused eyes, “…What do you mean just like this?”
“Grind against me, princess.” He explains with a smug smirk on his face.
You frown, “Like a teenager, Cho? Why can’t we just-“
“I knew you weren’t sorry for staying out so later,” Choso cuts you off in a huff while turning his head off to the side to avoid your gaze.
Again, you stare at him all blankly—trying to figure out if he’s being serious right now or if he’s just teasing. But, based on the aching cock you’re sitting on top of and the way Choso’s fingers are holding your thighs, you get the idea that he’s anything but joking.
So, with a sigh, “Fine,” You tell him, earning his gaze back on you.
Choso comforts himself a bit more, slouching back into the couch further and rolling his hips upward to get comfortable. Though, his little movement only causes his dick to firmly press against your folds, making you soak your panties even more than you already had been.
The few layers between you and him weren’t really helping how stupidly aroused you both were. With a soft sigh escaping from your lips, you started off slow—gently rocking your hips forward as if to test the waters a bit.
Your boyfriend, Choso, quickly lets out a huff in reaction. Nothing could beat that teasing sensation of your clothed cunt rubbing against his aching boner. His eyes lowered, and despite the cute lil’ shade of red taking over his features, his fingers grasped at your thighs tighter than before.
“Yeahh, like that, baby,” He whispers.
You hum sweetly and lean forward, letting your chest press against his whilst your gaze met his lowered one, “This is all you want?”
Choso nodded carefully and licked at his lips as you just rocked your hips back and forth in the most mesmerizing way. You had the perfect rhythm with your hips, skillfully rolling your cunt in small circles over his cock and gasping every once in a while.
He soon let out a groan and tipped his head back, “Just… keep-, mmgh, keep doing that.”
You smile at your all-too-sensitive boyfriend before leaning forward and connecting your lips to his neck, “Choso… Baby,” You whine,” Are you really gonna cum from this?”
He barely even nods at your words, letting his hands slither further up your body and grab ahold of your waist once more, “F-Feels like you’re actually—fuckin’ me.” His voice husked out, deep but laced with the faintest whine just as you liked.
“Yeah?” You utter tauntingly. Then you moved even faster, rutting against his cock with more vigor as he humped up into you reactively.
“Hahh,” He whined at the sudden change in pace, “S-Shit, I… I wanna fuck you.”
You lick a long and almost languid stripe up along his neck, stopping at his jaw and giggling, “So fuck me, Cho.”
All that’s let out from him is a throaty sound before he’s flipping the two of you over, his much larger frame coming in between your legs as he stares down at you so very hungrily.
Then Choso’s drawing his hips back only a little before he mashes down into your clothed pussy, the outline of his dripping cock nudging right in between your folds and making your eyes flutter for a moment.
Choso shakes his head at you, “Why’d you come home s’late?” He mumbles.
You let out the faintest moan as he works up a needy pace of humping his dick against you. “C-Choso-“
“Answer my question,” He breathes out as he leans his face down to your aroused expression, “Hm? Why’d you come home late? Y’know I missed you, right?”
You nod, and he rolls his hips down into yours, cock mashing into your cunt and even grazing your clit, “Hahhh, I-I know Cho… I just-, mmh! Remember that promotion I told you about?”
He stares for a second before shrugging, “Yeah…”
“I needed to show… h-how serious I am about it,” You moan in the middle of your explanation, your jaw going slack as he then weighs his body down into yours a little, growing rougher.
“Is a promotion more important than me?” He huffs out through a gentle whisper.
Your head shakes, “No, of course n-not-“
“I texted you, baby,” Choso cuts off, his face growing closer, “Told you I needed you.”
“Cho-“
“Needed your cunt on me,” He huffs out mindlessly, “Needed this, aagh…” His words are emphasized with an uneven thrust against you.
Your body jerks a bit, and you have the most sinful expression painted across your face—almost as if you were getting fucked for real. Moaning, “Choso,” as he swiped a hand down and rubbed over your clit through your clothes.
“I missed her,” He hums, “Missed how she talks to me…” All whilst he rocked that thumb of his over your clit and continued rutting his cock down against you. You felt the weight and shape of it practically molding in between your folds, all the fabric in between the two of you growing wetter the more either of you moved. “You gonna cum f’me, baby?”
“Mhmm,” You whine as your hips lift into his motions.
Choso smiles, “C’mon then, give it to me so I can fuck you for real.”
His words went straight to your core, your body aching for the sweet release resting just at the tip of your senses. "Choso," You moaned in tandem with your steadily building release.
He nodded, his eyes never once leave yours, “Uhuh, keep sayin’ my name.”
You felt yourself arching into him, whimpering his name out as he continued to grind against you. The weight of his body alone could've been enough to get you off and yet somehow, there you were nearing your orgasm from the feel of his dick throbbing against you.
“Mhm, I’m right here, baby,” He coos lovingly, “Act like I’m inside you, cum just like you would on my cock, princess.”
And just like that, you were cumming, legs closing around your boyfriend as he watched your face and body twist up.
Then he started kissing your neck and sucking on your skin possessively, “That’s my fuckin’ girl,” He praised.
Once your body stilled, he leaned up and quickly pulled his shirt off, staring down at your wide, glossed over eyes. A heavy sigh leaves his lips as he hauls his hands down and tugs on his drawstring.
“Ready to see how much my cock missed you?” Choso teases one last time as he tauntingly pulls on the waistband of his sweats.
You just nod almost dumbly before peering up at him, “Mhm.”
Then he’s smiling again, “Alright but, don’t start cryin’ when you can’t take it anymore, ‘kay?”
☆ Nanami Kento
Okay, he’s literally the reason you come home late.
Because, of course, working at the same company as your husband isn’t always the best idea. And yes, everyone knows Nanami hates working overtime.
But, when his pretty wife comes into his office after sending teasing messages for the past hour or so about getting home and taking a soothing bath together, Nanami finds himself straining through his clothes.
You had walked in with that tight pencil skirt and lowly unbuttoned blouse—a way of dressing you know drives him insane.
Then there’s your voice caressing his ear as you slither around his desk and wrap your arms around his neck, whispering an oh-so-sweet, “Need any help in here, sir?”
And you know what that honorific does to him when coming out of your mouth.
It all makes him shift in his seat, moving to lean over and rest his chin on his knuckles as he places his elbow on the armrest of his chair, “Yes, but not with anything on this damn screen,” Nanami huffs.
You smile, understanding exactly what he means by that, but deciding to play dumb anyway. Pressing your lips into his cheek, “Awh,” You coo, glancing over to the neatly assorted paperwork on his desk, “Then, could it be that pile of work you need help with? It is almost time to go.”
Nanami sighs and lifts his head from his hand, turning to look at you, whose eyes are busy elsewhere, “No, not that either,” He hums in that honeyed voice of his.
You turn to face him, your eyelids lowering as you find yourself a bit closer than anticipated, “Then what is it, Ken?” Your question comes off as innocent, and you tilt your head to feed into the ploy.
His eyes narrow at you, and he scans your expression momentarily. After which, his gaze meets yours, “You are so beautiful,” Your husband suddenly compliments.
And it never once fails to make your heart swell, and a smile brightens up your face, “Thank you, hun,” You say before moving to peck his lips, “But where is this sudden sentiment coming from, hm?”
Nanami leans toward your face a little just as you pull your lips off of his, and you find it so very endearing how clear it is what he wants from you. “I can’t compliment my wife?” He asks.
“You can.” Giggling, your hands retract from him as you stand up straight—watching how his expression sinks a little due to the loss of your touch, “But I’m just curious, is all…”
Your head turns to that stack of paperwork again, and you reach for the paper at the top of the pile, skimming over it as you do so.
Nanami watches, falling deeper in love with your every move and trying his best not to think with his cock and act on impulse—though he’d done it before, lord knows he wanted to bend you over his desk and-
“Ken, I thought we discussed this contract here,” You utter, breaking him from his lewd thoughts.
Nanami shakes his head and clears his throat. Then, he reaches a hand over and grabs a light hold of your free hand, trying to gain your attention, “We probably did, but,” You turn and look at him as he lifts your hand to his face and lands a kiss across your knuckles, “Can we please discuss that later?”
You gaze at your husband for a long moment, finally noticing the bulge in his pants. “Oh. Is that what you need my help with?” You emphasize as you place the paper in your hand and point to his crotch.
Nanami moves to intertwine his fingers with yours, “I know it’s unprofessional, but yes. Please?”
You turn your body to face him, and he tries to pull you closer, but you don’t move. “Ken... if I handle that now, we’ll be here longer than we’d like.”
He nods, “I’m aware.”
Frowning in disappointment at your impatient husband, you let off a sigh and push forward, stepping in between his legs. “I wasn’t aware I married such a needy man.” You tease as you draw your hand away from his.
Nanami quickly sits back in his seat, the chair creaking a bit as he does so. He’s got this almost pained look on his face, as if another second without you would kill him.
“Me? Needy?” Nanami huffs, clearly not aware of the look on his chiseled face.
You smile and begin to get down on your knees, the sight making his cock jump within his pants. “Yes, you.” You scoff, “Who else?”
Your husband parts his thighs further for you and smirks, “Between you and me, I am not the needy one in this relationship.”
You nod slowly as your fingers trail along his muscular thighs, the teasing movements causing his tip to drip so messily against his clothing. “So what do you call this then?” You utter, nodding your chin toward his erection.
Those delicate hands of yours trail up to his belt, and you begin to undo it so slowly that it pains him not to rush you. “You caused it,” Nanami argues.
You smirk, “That doesn’t answer my question, husband of mine.”
“Well, wife of mine, I don’t have time to answer questions right now,” He mocks, tipping his head to the side and watching you like a hawk as your hands finally near his cock, “I'm too hard to think straight.” He grunts.
And then finally, your hand is tugging his throbbing cock out, your eyes widening at the sight as if you hadn’t seen it a million times before. Nanami loves the way you admire him, though he just watches in awe at how your gaze travels along his thick and lengthy member, your mouth salivating in such a hungry way.
“C’mon, I don’t have all day…” Nanami rushes, to which you glance past his length and up at his face with a pout. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, we’ve already been here five minutes past our working hours.”
You snicker and lean your face close to his cock just to push your lips to his weeping and flushed tip, “And whose fault is that?” You whisper before you kiss him.
He inhales sharply enough for you to hear, “Yours,” Nanami groans out to you.
Your lips move to wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue quickly swiping in between his slit and making the man shudder above you. Then, you pull your tongue away and look up at him again, “Mine, he says…" You mock to yourself before tilting your head.
Then you’re trailing kisses down the side of his dick until you get to the base, gently sucking on the underside of his cock where he’s sensitive and earning a deep groan that makes your cunt throb.
“…As if you’re not the one begging me to suck you off,” You huff out.
Nanami lands a heavy hand down on your head as you shift to drag your tongue upward along his length until you get to his pretty pink tip, swiveling your tongue around it and pulling off slightly to spit onto it.
“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t want to do this,” Nanami argues back to you. Your gaze meets his, and he stares at the way you open your mouth slowly, but… not to say something back to him.
Instead, your mouth is closing around his cock before he has time to process—yet another groan leaves his lips and echoes throughout his office. Inch by inch by inch, your mouth furthers down his dick with no problem.
Even as his cock enters your throat and your lips reach his base, you don’t gag or even choke. Nanami’s eyelashes fluttered at the tightness of your throat around him, trying not to groan too much despite it being hard not to when your mouth was so warm and wet around him.
“Fuuck,” He curses deeply, fingers curling into your hair, “I trained this throat well, it seems…”
You whine against him, and his body twitches. Slowly, you start to lift your head before you work up a pleasurable pace of bobbing your head—sucking on his cock all too well.
Nanami’s free hand grips onto the edge of his armrest as you go to work on him, and his eyes begin to lift to the ceiling. Looking down at you with your mouth stuffed full of his cock would only lead him to cum too soon.
The wet sounds slipping from your mouth as you sucked and licked on his dick filled the air, your eyes lowering as pleasing your husband like this only turned you on more than you already were. The two of you had been teasing one another all day.
Even from earlier that morning, when Nanami woke you up by kissing your neck so lovingly, whispering sweet nothings against your skin in that deep and sexy morning voice of his. He’s had you working up since then, so now, you’re sucking him off like you want him to pass out from it.
And he might because goddamn your mouth is like heaven around him. Your head bobs and twists, your throat opening up to take him in deep every time you push down, and a moan vibrates against him as his hand tugs at your hair every now and then.
Then there’s your tongue, slithering up and down and left and right, slicking against each vein in such a way that tells him you remember every single one.
“Oh fuck,” Nanami curses yet again, hips unconsciously bucking up into your mouth for more, “So good… Your mouth feels so good on me, love.”
You give his cock one long and hard suck until you pull off with a loud pop, sticking your tongue out for a moment as you move a hand to jerk him off. “Yeah? Couldn’t wait til’ we got home, huh?” You tease.
He just shakes his head at you and watches through lidded eyes as you tap the tip of his fat cock on your tongue, smiling a little as you do so.
He pants, “Hahh… not when I have a perfect cocksleeve of a wife t’help me out…” Nanami says lowly.
And your face twists up at that, eyebrows pinching together slightly and pout pulling at your lower lip, “Ken…” You whisper, your hand tightening around his shaft as you give him quick pulls.
“M’sorry,” Nanami apologizes quickly, making you smile. “I-, aagh… I didn’t mean that….” He huffs out, clearly out of it as you jerk him off so perfectly, better than he ever could on his own.
You lean forward and purposefully suck on only his top, tongue lulling around it, in between his slit, pushing saliva out of your mouth and making it all the more messy before you pull him back into your mouth.
Then Nanami moans into the air, “Fuuck, n-no, I meant that…” He corrects, “You suck me off like a goddamn-“
You pull off for a second and smile, “Say it…”
“Whore,” Nanami grunts, and you moan as you sink your mouth down onto him again, making his abs tense up beneath his shirt.
Your eyes gloss over as you take him all the way in, closing your throat around his cock and practically sucking the soul out of him. Then your hands sneak down, and you cup his balls in your hand, feeling how some of the mixed saliva and precum has slipped down.
Nanami nearly kicks something as you do so, his head flying back as he moans out your name. The sound makes your pussy so unbelievably wet, eyes glancing up to get a good look at your husband, who was so close to finishing in your mouth.
Then you see him take a shaky hand and tug at that bright yellow tie of his, yanking it loose and messily unbuttoning some of the buttons on his shirt so that he could breathe properly.
Not that that really helps him escape that damn mouth of yours. As you lift your mouth to breathe, both of your hands move to make up for it, your lips and tongue focusing on his tip all over again.
“Fuck-,” Nanami’s breath hitches and his eyes begin to roll back, “Y-You’re gonna make me-,” He groans again as you slurp his tip into your mouth sloppily, hands twisting and tugging at his cock so damn deliciously that he actually does accidentally kick his desk in front of him.
There’s a thud that follows, but neither of you pays any attention to it. You’re too busy making his head spin with that mouth of yours, and Nanami’s trying not to-
Whatever the hell he was trying not to do, he does—an abrupt and warm load of cum shooting into your mouth. Nanami’s body hunches forward as he does so, almost as if he were trying to escape your mouth for a second.
Your hands only move out of the way, though, mouth sinking all the way down on his cock so that you don’t miss a single drop of him.
Nanami’s chanting your name lowly over and over as he cums, small little I love you’s, and you’re so perfect’s flowing out his mouth as he does so.
Once he’s done and you finally pull your lips off of his cock, you’ve got a mouth full of cum, and you purposefully don’t swallow yet. Looking up at your husband with wet eyelashes and batting them at him, you roll your tongue around in your mouth and show him what a mess he’s made in there.
Nanami practically chokes at the sight before averting his eyes, “Don’t do that…” He hums, “J-Just…. Swallow it.”
Your hands go to his knees, and you push up a little to lean toward his face, forcing him to look at you. Then, his eyes fall on your mouth, and he watches as you close it and gulp loudly, sticking out your tongue afterward for him with a cute ah sound following.
Nanami shakes his head at you and scoffs, “Nasty slut.” He degrades.
You flash him a smile and lean up for a kiss, “You know you love me that way,” You murmur as your lips near his.
With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he moves a still shaky hand to your jaw and tugs your face to his, “I do. I really do,” Nanami says before kissing you passionately despite his taste on your tongue.
After which, he pulls away and gazes deeply into your eyes. You reciprocate the stare and even smile at him again.
He grins, “Promise I’ll thank you for this properly when we get home.”
You nod, “You better.”
“Mh,” He hums before tilting his head, “Or I could lay you out on this desk and repay you now?”
Blinking, you shrug, “Up to you, Ken.”
He stares for a moment, licking his lips at the thought of being between your legs. Then, he shakes his head, “Nope, I’ll make you wait until we get home.”
Your eyes go wide, “But-“
Nanami chuckles, “That’s what you get for calling me needy.”
"Open that fuckin' mouth wider, slut—gonna ram my cock down your throat till you choke on it," Toji growled, his massive hand fisting your hair tight at the roots, yanking your head back so your lips parted on a gasp, eyes watering already from the brutal pull.
He loomed over you on his knees, scarred chest heaving, veins bulging along his thick forearms as he slapped the heavy weight of his cock against your cheek—hot, veined length smearing pre-cum across your skin in sticky trails, the musky scent filling your nose while his balls hung low and full, brushing your chin with every degrading tap.
You whimpered, tongue darting out instinctively to lick the salty bead from his slit, and he laughed dark and mean, free hand cracking across your face—not hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting and make your pussy clench empty between your thighs.
"That's right, greedy little whore, drool for it. You live for this fat dick stretchin' your holes, don't ya? Beggin' to be used like the cumdump you are."
Your hands scrambled up his thighs, nails digging into the hard muscle there, feeling the twitch of power under sweat-slick skin as you nodded frantically, mouth stretching wide around the fat head when he shoved forward without mercy—lips sealing tight, tongue flattening under the girth invading your mouth, ridges dragging over every ridge of your teeth until he hit the back of your throat in one brutal thrust.
Gags ripped from your chest immediately, wet and choked, saliva bubbling at the corners of your lips as your throat convulsed around him, trying to push him out but only sucking him deeper instead.
Toji didn't give you time to adjust; his hips snapped forward again, fucking your face with short, vicious pumps that made your nose mash against his coarse pubes, balls slapping your chin rhythmically—plap, plap, plap—while tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing with the drool cascading down your neck and soaking your tits.
"Fuck yeah, gag on it—feel that? Your throat's milkin' my cock like a tight pussy. Nasty slut, takin' it all. Deeper, swallow every inch or I'll slap those tits raw."
He yanked your hair harder, forcing your head to bob faster, guiding you like a fleshlight as his other hand wrapped around your throat from the front, fingers squeezing just enough to feel his own cock bulging inside, the pressure making your vision spot and your cunt throb desperately, juices leaking down your inner thighs onto the sheets below.
You hollowed your cheeks, sucking sloppy and desperate, tongue swirling the underside vein that pulsed hot against it, and he groaned low and filthy, abs clenching as pre-cum flooded your mouth—bitter and thick, coating your tastebuds while you swallowed convulsively around the obstruction.
Spit flew with every withdraw, strings connecting your swollen lips to his glistening shaft, and when he pulled out fully to let you gasp for air, he backhanded your cheek lightly again, smirking at the mark blooming.
"Look at you, face fucked stupid already. Pussy drippin' on the bed—bet you're achin' to get wrecked. Turn around, ass up, face down. Gonna spank that ass before I breed it."
You scrambled to obey, knees spreading wide on the mattress, ass high and presented like an offering, pussy lips puffy and parted to show the slick hole clenching on nothing, clit swollen and begging.
Toji's palm came down first—crack!—right on the fullest curve of your cheek, the impact jolting through you like fire, skin blooming hot and stinging as he gripped your hip with bruising force to hold you steady. "Count 'em, Mama. Thank me for markin' what's mine."
Another smack landed harder, then another, alternating cheeks so your ass jiggled with each strike, flesh rippling under the assault while you yelped the numbers out—"One, thank you! Two, thank you, Toji!"—voice breaking on sobs of pain-laced pleasure, the heat spreading straight to your core where arousal gushed freer, dripping audibly now.
He paused to spread your cheeks wide with both thumbs, exposing everything—pussy weeping, tight pucker winking above it—and spat directly onto your asshole, watching the glob slide down to mix with your cunt juices. "Filthy holes, both beggin' for it. Gonna finger that ass while I pound your pussy—make you cum like the anal slut you are."
His thick fingers—two at once—probed your rim without warning, pushing past the ring with a burn that had you arching and screaming, the stretch obscene as he scissored inside, knuckle-deep, curling to massage your walls while his other hand fisted your hair again, pulling your head back until your spine bowed.
Then his cock slammed home into your pussy—no prep, just the fat head breaching your folds and burying balls-deep in one savage thrust, walls ripping around the invasion, fluttering wildly as he bottomed out against your cervix.
"Fuck—tight as a virgin every time, squeezin' me like you wanna keep my load forever. Take it, princess—gonna choke you out while I ruin this cunt."
His hand snaked around, clamping your throat from behind now, squeezing rhythmic with his hips as he started railing you—long, punishing strokes that punched the air from your lungs, cockhead battering your deepest spots while his fingers twisted deeper into your ass, thumbing your clit on the outstroke to force sparks up your spine.
The room filled with the wet squelch of your pussy devouring him, skin slapping skin in brutal rhythm, his grunts mixing with your muffled cries as he yanked your hair like reins, spanking your already raw ass between thrusts—each impact making you clench harder around his pistoning length.
"That's it, cream on my dick—first orgasm's comin', I feel it. Milk me dry, ma." Pressure built relentless, coil snapping as you shattered—walls convulsing in waves, squirting around his cock in hot gushes that soaked his balls and thighs, body shaking violently under the onslaught while he laughed through gritted teeth, never slowing.
"Good girl—cumming so hard you're floodin' the sheets. But we're not done. Gonna fill this pussy up, then flip you for round two."
He pulled out abruptly, cock slick and shining with your cream, and flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing—legs shoved over his shoulders, folding you in half as he plunged back in deeper than before, the angle letting him grind vicious on your g-spot with every snap.
Hand back on your throat, choking harder now, stars bursting behind your eyes as oxygen deprivation amped every sensation—his free hand slapping your tits alternately, nipples pinched and twisted until they throbbed. "Look at me while I breed you—eyes on mine, slut. Feel that? Balls tightenin', gonna pump you full of cum till it leaks for days."
You came again midway through, harder, nails raking bloody trails down his back as your pussy spasmed, vision whiting out—but he fucked through it, pace fracturing only when his own release hit, roaring as ropes of thick, hot cum erupted deep inside, painting your walls white, overflowing around his base in creamy rivulets with each final grind.
Panting, he collapsed half on you, cock still twitching buried deep, plugging his load in as aftershocks milked him. But his smirk returned quick, hand sliding down to scoop cum from your stretched pussy, shoving it toward your mouth.
"Clean it up—taste how I marked you. Then ass next time, promise." You sucked his fingers eagerly, body limp and sated, already craving the next brutal round.
SYNOPSIS — Helping the quiet TA, who shrinks himself down to avoid taking too much space, come out of his shell. You’re slowly understanding why he thrives in an environment where he’s told what to do — and he shows you why he’s hesitant to be in charge.
TAGS — MDNI (18 + only) nsfw. work contains explicit sexual themes and content. piv. Gentle Giant!Choso, Dork!choso, overly freaked out!reader. Nerd!choso, SIZE KINK, sub to top(M), Switchy. rough. making out. couch sex. lifting. mutual masturbation. Changing positions. Missiònary. excessive use of sexual innuendos, dacryphilla, inconsistent writing (?). Choso will do anything you ask. PWP. Teasing, Degradation (both). pet names. crack.fluff. reader is nice to him obv. but freaked out.
WC: 14k — art by k4eny on twt
a/n: Hello blog, IM VERY HAPPY W THIS ONE and i promise to not leave u high and dry! this is highly inspired by an augustinthewinter audio (im a #freak) — Also what if I release my drabbles HEH
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The score read on your last mock test for your Historiography class. Your worst subject for the semester by far. Next week was going to be your midterm. Now, since your professor, Mr. Gojo, knows his students a little too well, he facilitated a surprise mock text to see how much you all understood the lessons.
A chorus of curses and groans start filling up the classroom with each student receiving their results as they’re handed out.
“…Now I can assure you, if you guys are worried about scoring higher than each other, it won’t matter because theoretically almost all of you failed.”
Another set of groans and a little bit of laughter comes from the class. You’re back to looking down on your paper, flipping through the pages to check every question and each correction out of habit, noting down what you have to improve on. Then you stumble upon the last page with the words;
Feel free to ask for help :) You smile, knowing exactly who wrote this without them being in the room. You look up to double check and you’re right, it was just your prof still going on about Khaldun or something — you tune him out to make way for the giddy feeling rushing through your stomach.
Usually you’d hate for people to offer help when you’re forced to do something you were unprepared for, taking the sentiment as a passive aggressive version of getting called incompetent but this time, you ponder while rereading the sweet little note in green ink— of course he used green ink to avoid students from being discouraged — and it's one of those times your stupidity has done you some good.
It’s an hour and a half later when class ends, people filing up to leave the doors of the lecture hall when a voice calls out to you.
You smile at your professor, a little strained, but it’s okay, you tell yourself, you expected it. You walk up to him, bag on your shoulder, unzipped because you rushed down. You’re still smiling when you’re there, already preparing for what he has to say.
The smile falls and you sigh, “I know that look.”
He’s standing with his arms crossed, dark shades balanced on his straight nose, looking down at you with nothing short of paternal disappointment. “Yes, and you shouldn’t be too familiar with it either. Seventy-five? really? I thought we were talking recommendation letters last week, turns out you’re barely passing my class?”
You swallow back, not really knowing what to do so you kinda just stand there awkwardly, waiting for him to air out his worries. “I know it's like, a little weird to put this much pressure on you but c’mon kid, you’re looking at being the next assistant after Choso to help your resumé right?”
You nod, still not saying anything, but you can’t deny how you perk up when you heard his name.
Your professor pauses briefly mid rant after spotting how you only met his eyes when he mentioned his current TA’s name, a light bulb flickers on in his head.
He squints, “You’ve been familiar with each other, correct?”
“Yes, sir.” You’re quick to reply, stopping yourself from physically gulping out of nervousness.
“He been showing you the ropes bit by bit?” he mutters, uncrossing his arms and leaning over the desk.
“Bit by bit, yes.” You echo, unable to reply without being scared of saying the wrong thing to tick him off.
“And…” He feigned thinking about it, fidgeting with he pen in his hand and tapping the butt end of it on a thick stack of paper. “…He’s also helping with lessons to keep your grades up?”
You say nothing, keeping your mouth flat and shut. You peer up at him, and shake your head slowly, “No sir.”
He tsks, standing up to his full height. “It’s not necessary but you’re aware there’s an average for you to keep up just to become a TA right? We wouldn’t want students biting off more than they could chew.”
You nod once more, though this time, a lot more fervently. “I—yes, sorry. I’ll-“
“Get to it, yeah.” He finished for you, tucking his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He waits for you to move, watching how you’re still standing there and waiting for him to also tell you to move. You’re so alike, he thinks.
He nods upwards, dismissing you. You thank him while you’re already turned your back, eagerly making your way to your next mission.
Gojo watches the door swing inwards from the impact of your departure, a smile in his tone when he mutters to no one, “That’ll give her some motivation.”
You’re rushing to your next class now, given the fifteen minute grace period you were granted had now been shaved down to ten, no thanks to your professor, forcing you to take two steps at a time when making your way to the other side of the building.
You’re looking down at your phone, deleting and retyping a message in your instagram dms. It’s when you pass the stairway that an unexpected force uncontrollably comes on to you. You thud against it, breathe caught, hand tightly clutching at your phone. You stumble on your steps, holding onto the closest thing you feel for. You don’t fall, you don’t even come close to the ground, but your knees certainly felt like they couldn’t carry you.
Because here you stood against a very worried, very tightly holding you, Choso Kamo. Your mind blanks, your class just a few doors away, forgotten. Unintentionally, a small smile spreads on your face.
“Hey, I was—“ He laughs nervously, “I was looking for you.” His hands wrap around your nearly limp arms, almost covering the expanse of it, yet held at a respectable position.
“You okay?” He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, a look of concern etching back on his terribly handsome face, he swallows thickly and you watch his adam’s apple bob decorating his thick neck.
He takes a second to peer back at the stairs, then back to you before he realizes how his grip still clutched on you. “I’m sorry.” He pulls his hands down at his sides, unsure of what to do with them. “I was about to-“
“-Me too actually.” Cutting him off, you couldn’t help but smile even wider, uncaring if you looked too excited. You raised your phone, “Was about to send a dm but I got class in like,” You flip the screen to face you, “two minutes.” A pinch of apprehension makes its way to you but you push it back.
His eyes widen behind his rectangular frames, lenses making them appear bigger than they actually are.
“Really? Shit, “ He cursed, regretful, “I don’t have class anymore so I could just wait out—”
“Sit in with me?” It comes out of you before you could stop it. “—or not.” You quickly add, retreating. “I could just go and email you.”
“No—I mean, Of course. Yes. Me, I’ll go.” He smiled with a toothy grin, ignoring how you said email instead of your socials in hopes you won’t bring up how he stuttered over his words. You’re caught off guard and before you know it, he’s already making his way to the door without even being sure which class it was.
He’s reaching for the handle when you stop him, “Oh, next door, please.” He nods bashfully, adjusting the strap of his comically small backpack on himself and apologizes under his breath. He follows you inside, you push, prying the door open. His palm flat against the wood, effortlessly holding it for you both.
Luckily your professor hadn’t been in class yet, so you weren’t spotted as the only late comer (technically no, with company, you weren’t.) The class was sparsely filled as it was only part of your minor and this schedule wasn’t as popular, so you could basically sit anywhere. You scan over the room, and you spot some seats at the very front. You’re about to take a step forward when you realize you’re being a little rude.
“Where d’ya wanna sit?” You ask, head tilted up with a smile. You try to ignore the gleefulness that comes with the idea you’re gonna be seated next to him. Again, you push this feeling down, knowing it’s completely unprofessional and straight up childish. Though conversely, what you feel for him is not in the slightest, childish.
“Back, definitely.” He answers a little too fast, blinking to check with you. “If you want.” He adds.
He’s so polite, you could just die.
You find comfortable seating by the right side of the class, second to last row and close to the back per request. This classroom was a little smaller, so distance from the whiteboard wasn’t really an issue.
You’re listening to your elderly professor repeat instructions about a future assignment and knowing he’s just going to be posting the guidelines, you just tune him out again, distracted. You have to learn to stop doing that.
But you’re shamelessly peeking at the side, Choso’s writing something down, you watch his face as he continues without a care in the world, back hunched down to get closer to the papers maybe, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in focus. You look down at what he’s writing when he flips the sheet over, the sound of the paper is quiet amongst the loud hum of the air conditioner.
He’s checking something, a test again? You wonder if yours is there. Something catches your eye, he’s even writing down notes in the side for each correction. Maybe he’s also writing notes of encouragement for others. You don’t wanna wanna act all sensitive but something in your chest dampens. A lick of disappointment knowing you weren’t just given a little extra effort.
You shift in your seat, suddenly aware that you completely distracted yourself again and let your overactive imagination take over. You bite your cheek, brushing off the disappointment and sit properly on your seat. It moves the entire table though, you moved a little too roughly. Choso backs up in his chair, the commotion throwing off your professor in his fruitless discussion.
You gasp before immediately turning to check on your hard of hearing professor. He mumbles some incoherent complaint but you don’t wait to think and just apologize, “Sorry,” and it’s hopefully enough to divert the attention from you both.
Choso grunts, “No—sorry, my chair was too loud.” He pulls the long, shared desk back with one pull of his hand, before hunching to go back to work. There’s already a furrow in your brows at the apology, and you’re staring at the side of his face, his hand behind his full, overgrown hair, expression mirroring your own except towards his papers.
You adjust back, only this time you’re a bit farther, scared he’ll probably sense you’re being a little invasive. So you keep your eyes up at the projected screen and let the silence pass, the light sound of the ballpoint scratching paper on the smooth surface of the table and your teacher murmuring mix behind the stupid thoughts interfering and prodding at your composure.
You made this unnecessarily awkward, eyes looking back down on the paper without trying. You’re still kinda curious what he’s writing down. He’s writing down notes to the side, red pen and all— red pen and all?
You do a double take, your uncontrollable, imposing, borderline deluded thoughts returning back to their place in your hopeless brain. Did he use a red pen for everyone or green? He used green earlier, definitely. What the hell? Why does it matter?
“Can I help you?” The inner monologue in your head ceases at the question. You glance up at him, a crooked smile on his face, dimple gracing his features. He waits for you to say something, you process how it's a little close to a tease. You’re unable to say something and end up nodding.
He smiles, achingly sweet and sincere, still waiting for a response. You blank out, unable to think of a proper fake answer in time.
A last flick of your gaze at the paper outs your thoughts, he looks down at them. “If you’re looking for any of your own, this isn’t your section’s.” He assures, trying to fill in the silence you were so talented in bringing out in your conversations.
You giggle out of pure giddiness, unable to hold it in as you act like a school girl and not a college student. It’s probably so strange to him that you’re acting this way — internally reprimanding yourself is your only avenue for self control at these moments. You hope he doesn’t think the same way. “No um, you’re so focused on writing nice notes for everyone and marking every point.“
He smiles wider, eyes turning into pretty crescents. He shakes his head once, sitting back on his chair, and finally not slouching. Your stomach flips noting how he occupies more than half the seat. He scratches his neck, eyes flicking back at the papers for a moment before meeting yours, then averting again.
“I don’t think…” He leaned over to read the name on the paper, “…Inumaki, T. thinks my detailed corrections, or rather critiques are very nice, nor the rest of section Z26.” he mumbled the last part, adjusting the collar of his pull over.
“critiques?” You inquire, unconsciously leaning to his side of the desk, closer so you could read them too. Choso hopes you can’t feel the warmth on his cheeks radiating right now.
He nods his head a little too quickly, despite not being able to see him from where you were. He’s dizzy with the scent of your floral shampoo under his nose, heady and pulling. “Yes, just to help with,” he falters again, your bare arm brushing against his own, clothed one when you point at a certain part of the paper while reading, knees hitting under the table when you’re closely looking down on the sheet. “With the, the uh, future tests yeah-”
Choso watches your lips move but he doesn’t hear what comes out. Right now, he’s pushing away such un-utterable, uncalled for thoughts when his view is your head over what would be is his lap, only being separated by this rickety table. It only gets worse when you shift your eyes at him, wide and up at his tired onyx ones, only now his are a little wider too, something past friendly reflecting in your before averting back down the white sheet.
You’re still reading the paper, taking in the info for each question. “Oh,”
He snaps out of his daze, immediately taking notice of your blank tone. “What’s wrong?”
You’re processing the words on the essay type test he’s checking and you realize you’ve never seen this kind of test before. “Y’know, now that I’m reading this, I don’t think we’ve answered this activity yet.” A beat, and Choso flips the paper down.
“Right, that’s probably not good,“ He places a spread out hand over the papers, sheets mix on top of each other, disheveled and disorganized, one nearly falling off the narrow table.
You’re already laughing, “You’re so clumsy,” your hand stopping one of them from flying out of place.
“No, you probably shouldn’t look at that too-“
“Relax, I don’t have the photographic memory to copy each answer. As much as I wish I did.” You mumble the last part, tucking the papers into an organized pile, facing outwards. “See? No cheating for me.”
Choso fights the smirk that inches his way under the skin of his cheeks, nodding to you. “I appreciate your integrity.” You return the look on his face except with the stack in your grasp right now, it reflects its white canvas like a soft light on your skin, a sweet warmth overcomes him. “I never told you why I was looking for you.”
You place the sheets separate from his pile of unfinished work. Pursing your lips, you make a noise of acknowledgment. “Oh, I was thinking the same thing. I didn’t know how to approach you ‘cause it was kinda embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing how?”
For a while, you contemplate how to make yourself sound less pathetic, trying to amp up how to sound flirtier without breaching whatever boundary of the title you held to him. You wanted to play safe, for now.
“Like to ask for help, I bet it's as funny as someone asking a stupid question since you probably didn’t have to do any of that when you were in my year.” You don’t have to confirm with him whether or not it’s true, Choso’s going straight to a master’s after graduating this year. You’ve been hyping yourself up to ask him out for a while, knowing that he’ll most likely drift from you as a friend with the work that comes with finishing one.
You truly weren’t looking for any kind of college relationship or even a fling, knowing such places bring unnatural levels of attraction to people who lack self identity, and if you’re being honest, college made you question that part of yourself when you first began.
Ergo, you focused on yourself for your first year to second. Now, you’re in your third year’s second semester and people are thinking about their thesis and fellowships. And here you were only starting to make career moves for your future in your third year.
But you digress, circling back to how all that led you to meet Choso. Someone you’ve made acquaintances with last year during an exhibit at the school’s anthropology museum. Yes, you had an anthropology museum — Jjk technical college was not cheap.
His hair was a tad shorter back then, guiding a bunch of first years through the new exhibit, excitedly discussing some bones and energy. The glint in his eyes was bright and he was wholly unfiltered, charmingly gauche. You had tried to pose a question at the time, wanting to entertain him out of definitely just pure curiosity for Bioarcheology, but second guessed yourself and never approached him again.
Until, it was that same year you found out he had been the TA for the professor you were aiming for next year (as a second year college student), and you found out he was resigning as the teacher’s assistant from a friend of a friend, and how Gojo had been already looking for a new one early on because Choso was that competent.
You want to say that maybe you joined just because professor Gojo was someone you highly look up to in the field of history research and will grant you a killer recommendation for a future career — which you know he will— there’s an underlying feeling where you also can’t deny that the idea of how it brings you closer to Choso made the position all the more appealing.
So this year, when Gojo read your CV and decided to accept you out of the many (3 applicants, one was an irregular student, the other a nepo baby), and encouraged Choso to start training you by now, it was like fate realigned itself to bring you closer to him.
Sort of.
Now he was in front of you- beside you, and casually replying with, “ I don’t mind spending my free time with you—tutoring and stuff.” He offers, completely unaware how he gets your stomachs in knots and your heart feels like it's trying to rip out of your ribcage.
“Really?” You ask too eagerly, he nods for extra reassurance. “It’s just, Historiography just isn’t something I’m good at but I’m also I find it interesting but it’s also really hard but— I also want this.” You size him up, towards his side of the table. “Y’know, this.”
He‘s about to point at himself, before looking at the papers and something clicks in place. “Checking papers on top of your thesis, dropping them off at Gojo’s office at 8 am, and getting death stares when I come across his students?”
You nod, almost even more eager, “Absolutely.”
“You’re perfect then.” He says, no hesitation whatsoever. You were eating it up and he was completely unaware. You giggle, heat rushing to your face.
You almost forgot how talking came easy with Choso. It was refreshing to meet someone you could hold a conversation with without feeling like you had to perform all the time, or wonder what to amp up or tone down. He had his intimidating moments at first, like being overqualified for a TA and the unmistakable height, or when you’re overthinking how to impress him and you don’t truly act yourself — but those impressions crumble effortlessly when you recognize him for his sincerity and obsession with the academe.
Choso can’t help but let a chuckle bubble in his throat, smooth and rich like a creamy cup of strong coffee. He’s analyzing your face, the apples of your cheeks are out with how wide you smile, he made you smile like that. The fact sits comfortably in his chest. He’s staring at your lips, maybe he can get away with it as him just looking down to your height, the few times he feels his own acted as an advantage for him.
“…any reason you use green?… Choso?” He blinks, and he’s back in the classroom and you’re now holding your own head with your palm, waiting for him to answer.
The back of his neck is hot with the thought you could probably notice him zoning out. “I like,” he searches your eyes, hesitating, and then, “I like green, so.” He nods, trying to rationalize his plain answer to himself.
You’re squinting, “Cool,” nothing behind your tone, just the air that still manages to sit awkwardly between you two, suddenly the old scribbles in the storage part of the desk was so interesting—
“And it's good for not like…” He swallows back his nerves, heart pounding in his ears. “I didn’t wanna discourage students.”
The admittance runs like oil down your back and you feel like you’ve hit him dead center in what you wanted to hear. “Right,” You look around, a false pretense of thinking in your expression, “So… why the red?” You ask curiously, pen in your hand scratching off the old paint under the desk in anticipation.
He paused like a deer caught in headlights, licking the dryness of his lips. Staring down the sheet of paper, yes it’s red indeed, he thinks. His lips part, you watch the smooth, glossy sheen of it move against the light. “I guess I have a favorite class.” He coughs, feigning the ease he was currently lacking with each word he carefully chose to speak.
Despite the urge to egg him on, you leave it at that, your bravery for the day already expended. You know if you continued you might say something a little irrational, and you’re also afraid to jump his bones too quickly. Though you’re pretty sure he could still hold you up if you tried.
Class ends anti-climactically, your professor waving your class off with a less than interested parting. You’re out of the classroom, Choso following behind when, “So, when do you wanna start? I’m free after class tomorrow and it’s the weekend. I don’t mind staying longer.”
You’re following his pace as you walk through the hallways of your building, aiming for the exit but you’re thinking about what happens after. You’re not fully sure where you’ll end up once you part. Do you just go? He stayed with you the entire boring class, (obviously the only reason why you want to stay longer and none other in particular) surely there must be something you have to do in return.
You’re nearing the exit and you can’t help but feel like you’re letting something slip if you go past the doors without making your thoughts known, “I have this thing with my best friend tomorrow, this is not a very good look for me— I promised I’d do this qualitative interview and—“
He’s quick to reply, “Oh yeah, I totally understand—“
Shit, okay you were not seizing the moment correctly. “You should come with me.” You turn over to him, unable to stop yourself.
Choso all but freezes, “What?”
Okay, no going back now, smacking your lips together before going for the kill. “—With me. Yeah, we could hang out and,” Could you still back out? No.
“Just, maybe study after? like we could study like… for the,” So much for not wanting to jump his bones, “…whole night.” You can’t look at him any longer, eyes scanning back the outside that now surrounds you. The noises of campus and the lamp posts are bright, projecting a warm white over you. But all this is not enough to comfort you from the trepidation finally shaking your brain.
You watch as Choso’s pale cheeks start to tinge into a flushy pink, eyebrows raising behind his glasses.
“Oh, okay, yes. Okay!” He nods taughtly, though willing.
You pause, “Okay?” trying to check if he’s serious.
“Sure.” You’re both standing opposite his body, shocked with what you’re hearing from the other as much as you were shocked from the words leaving yourselves.
A beat passes, leaves rustle, and amidst that you’re silently hoping it won't matter how you didn’t think this through fully. “Five o’clock sound good?”
***
It was a steady, calm-ish afternoon, your best friend Miwa was sat in front of you, laptops laid out on the table. She’s writing down notes and closing up her recording software and you’ve been fixing up your hair, clothes, and picking lint off it. You find a loose thread on your shirt when, “Hey,” You look up, alert. Miwa’s squinting at you, blue hair cast in a warm yellow from the mid-afternoon sun. “You good?”
You’re finger quits picking at yourself, “What? Yeah,” eyes flitting back to the pesky string sticking out of the hem of your top.
There’s a hum coming from in front of you, “You sure? You’ve been so fidgety this entire time.”
“I am not fidgety.” You say, fidgeting. A sigh comes out of you, and you lean back on your chair, hands coming on top of the arm rests. “You really okay with me bringing Choso?”
At this, Miwa’s lips curl into a smirk. “I knew it.”
Your eyes flick over to the side in thought, then back at her sly expression. “What do you know?”
She’s sitting up from her hunched posture over her laptop, and drinking from her cup of her almost lukewarm coffee, shrugging with her eyes still locked on yours.
Your thumbs come up from the arm rests, “What is it?”
She clears her throat, placing the mug on a coaster. She looks back up, a smirk still planted on her face. “Just that I didn’t know that he was your crush,” she expects you to reply, but you’re still waiting for her to elaborate. “Y’know, Choso.”
“I don’t have a crush on him!”
She squints, “Okay so we’re lying today.”
“It’s merely admiration— and some attraction at most.”
“That’s literally what a crush is based on.”
You’re blinking at her, feeling caught. You bite your tongue, knowing that your best friend out of anyone should be able to catch you in a lie. Or even a truth you lie to yourself about. You speak up, “Well?”
“Y’know I love you.” She starts.
“Oh no.” Dread seeps into your stomach, and you know if she starts somewhere along the lines of sugar coating, the following was about to be some bland truth coated around maybe an even bitter core inside.
“I like Choso! He’s been your friend for a while and I’ve never talked to him but he sounds really devoted to his work, maybe goodlooking, he’s smart, and he’s nice—“
“What would Muta think…?”
She chuckles, softening at the thought of her own boyfriend. “No, I just wanted to keep an eye out for you too when I say this.” She pauses, trying to find a way to word this as pleasantly as possible. “Cause you know how girls talk…”
You latch onto that last part, stomach churning in suspense. “Not really, I don’t.”
She stops herself from cackling at your nervous expression, “I just heard he’s always…nice.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Like too nice? I guess…it’s really hard to explain babe,“ She cuts herself off, sensing your growing apprehension. She observed how your hands are rubbing on the expanse of your cup, and bringing it to your lips to avoid saying something. She quiets down her tone, now kinda shy about mentioning it. She leans a bit towards you, “Like… in bed, y’know?”
You sputter in your mug, feeling unwelcome liquid scratch your throat. Miwa’s eyes widen when she watches you cough, eyes turning watery. “Ooh gag reflex, that’s not coming in handy.“
“Fucking shut up-“ You’re coughing still and she’s laughing uncontrollably now. “—I did not expect that.”
She’s wiping the corner of her corneas with a finger, “I—I’m sorry I just had to bring it up.”
You’re more composed now, eyes looking up at the clock, it’s ten minutes to five, and you’re trying to relax.
You don’t exchange looks with Miwa until a short moment passes for you to think.
“So have you thought about what it would be like?” You’re back to meeting her eyes, a silent exchange between you both. Miwa smiles at you, lowering her voice and putting a finger up to her ear like an agent, “Then I’m glad to relay information.” She’s giggling when you throw a tissue at her.
You’re already standing out of your seat and making your way to sit beside her. She motions her hand for you to come nearer, both turning your heads when the door chime rings and someone enters, calming down when it’s just some delivery person. You relax, side eyeing her.
Miwa inches closer, “Okay so I’m friends with this senior from my org and she had a friend who was seeing Choso, sort of? Anyways I mentioned once that you were replacing him and that you’re a little into him, sorry.” You’re beckoning her to continue, not caring much for the last part and nodding along.
“Anyways, it was like a one night stand thing and — don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to spread rumors or judge,” Another pause, and you’re already on the edge of your seat.
“Well? Go on,” You pull her in, arms tangled and clutching her, knee jittering.
“I heard he was kinda scared in bed? Like maybe he has a phobia or something.” Your knee stops, and you’re now confused, “It’s just kinda odd ‘cause the guys like a unit, right?” a crease forms between your brows. “Maybe he’s like… a power bottom?” she whispered, tone serious.
You’re nodding, taking in the information with actual consideration. “Possibly,” You’re fully facing her now, “Y’know…he is a TA.”
It’s Miwa’s turn to be confused, struggling to find the correlation. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You fight the expression trying to pull on your lips, you nibble on the skin then let go, “I’d say he’s good at being told what to do.”
Miwa’s eyes widened, before adding, “Tell me when you find out.” A second where you’re both quiet and then you’re being shook by the shoulders, both of you squealing and chortling in your corner. It would be no surprise if you’ve caught the attention of other customers with your commotion.
She quits with the shaking, now smoothing over the fabric over your shoulders for messing up your top. “So what are you gonna do about it?”
You can’t help but entertain your imagination, “I mean I think I’m too conscious to be playing around too much.” Your friend nods along, supportive. Past these exciting thoughts, it was all a front for the feelings you struggled to word out, “I really like him, Miwa.”
She parts her lips but as if on cue, another chime from the door rings once more. He stood by the entrance for a brief moment, barely scanning the vicinity when he locked eyes on you, a cheeky grin lighting up his face.
***
“—I think they never made any real contact.”
“No, that’s definitely up for debate.”
Miwa watches your back and forth, pen in hand. Choso decided to be part of her research sample as well, given that he’s already here, he should make use of his time. And he didn’t mind, he liked helping out.
If only he could actually speak and answer the questions without you guys debating every time one of you made an opinion on something vaguely related to Miwa’s research topic. At first it was good, your opinions can be added too but now she’s running out of space in her storage with how long this unintentional joint interview was going.
“Okay guys, the interview questions are about historical revisionism. While I do see the correlation, how did we end up in Egypt and…?”
“Ancient Mesopotamia.” Both of you say, completing her sentence.
“I can elaborate.” Choso suggests, clearly unable to read between the lines of Miwa’s inquiry.
She stretches in her seat, her legs feeling cramped up with the lack of movement all this time. “Y’know what, I’ll hold you two to that. But first, let’s take a break!” It’s not even a minute until she’s out of both your and Choso’s sights, on the way to the restroom, pen and recorder left on the table.
“Y’know, I don’t think she likes me that much. I also think she’s too nice to tell me that.” You’re in the middle of cracking your neck until you’re moving your attention to him.
“Don’t worry too much about it, I think she just isn’t up for hearing any more strong opinions on exported textiles.”
“That’s if they were truly exported—“ You shove his arm, and he’s laughing at your face, not even moved from the push. He’s pretending to rubbing his bicep in feigned hurt, lifting his arm in the process, almost flexing. You try to ignore how they felt so hard under your fingertips. You check him out unintentionally, taking notice of how the hem of his layered shirt hangs enough to show the lower part of his stomach. Out of respect, you look the other way.
You swallow thickly, ears hot. “I think I’ll get another snack. Want anything to eat?” You’re already standing up and off the chair, limbs wobbly from the long period of time you spent sitting on the deep arm chair.
There’s a sudden burst of noise coming from the entrance of the café, very loud and boisterous. You can’t help but let your jittery self get distracted, there stood an entire group of men, looking like they just got off practice. You’re wondering why one of them looks vaguely familiar, but there’s a body blocking your view out of nowhere with what you realize is Choso’s chest.
There’s an odd, slightly frantic look in his eyes you haven’t seen on someone as easygoing as him. “Um, how about I go with you?”
You’re looking up at him, a little skeptical on why the sudden change of tone, but agree anyways.
You’re in the short line along the display and point out pastries that you could try when a voice calls out to the person beside you. “Cho!”
It’s easier for you to check where it’s coming from as Choso was in front of said voice. You recognize the pink hair from the group coming in earlier. He’s about 2 inches away from being as tall as Choso, hair damp like he just came from a shower, and a sports bag was strapped across him.
A pat on his shoulder signals your dark haired companion to turn, seeing a sight he’d been trying to avoid earlier. Of course he had to be the one ordering for his group.
“Hey man,” Choso greets, strained, a guard visibly coming up around him.
“What’s up, you don’t say hi to family anymore?” The sentiment, although on paper sounded sweet, in reality was like a taunt. Something you don’t wanna dissect to avoid reading into it too much. “Who’s this?”
You peer over at both of them, their attention now on you. Still unable to read the room, you focus on Choso to see how he wants this to play out. He steps in for you, “You know her, I mentioned the TA thing like a while back. She’s a friend, though she is replacing me.”
He gestures to the pinkette’s side, introducing him.
“My brother by the way. Same year though.”
Sukuna nods at that and smiles, canines showing. He reaches out with his hand, and you meet it halfway. “Ryomen Sukuna.” Huh, he’s not a Kamo.
“Pleasure,” You’re squinting your eyes, there’s something a little unsettling about him that you can’t place, but you’re not trying to jump into that.
“I didn’t know Choso had any siblings — ones on campus, no less.”
You let go of his large, callous hands, moving an inch closer to the cashier when the customer before you has their turn to order. “Have 2 terms to catch up with and I don’t really see this one around either ‘cause I did training camp in Barcelona last semester.”
You nod in acknowledgement. Silently, you’re comparing them, unknowingly looking back and forth between him and Choso a little too obviously.
“We don’t look related do we?”
Before you could defend yourself, a dry chuckle beats you to it. “We get that a lot.” He squeezed where his hand was planted on Choso, who visibly tenses. “Different mom, same dad. He doesn’t take after him though, if you’re worried—“
“Alright, I don’t think she wants to know about that.”
“Speak for yourself,” You laugh nervously, trying to ease the tension you could feel multiplying tenfold. He pats Choso’s shoulder before bringing his hand down to the side, not before looking at the side of his brother's face as he semi-whispered, “At least one of you doesn't have their panties in a twist.”
“I would if I were wearing mine.” A very long, awkward silence overcomes all three of you. That is until a nearly genuine smile breaks out of Sukuna’s angular features.
“Ha, what the fuck,” He mutters in amusement, “You’re both weird, that’s cute.” A dry chuckle eases the anxiousness you were struggling to place the source of. Though at the cost of your own dignity.
The line to the cashier moves, it’s yours and Choso’s turn now. He’s first to leave his brother’s side, not even bidding him a glance as he moves past you. “Nice meeting you,” you voice out, still on edge, Sukuna just nods in acknowledgement.
***
It’s around 6:40pm when Choso walks you to your apartment outside of campus. There’s a slight tension in the air that you’re struggling to bring up, it’s been there for the remainder of your meet up, not having said a word since you’ve left the café. You’ve been trying to make a move and talk to him but he’s had his eyes on the ground this entire time, rarely up, and definitely never on you.
He was about to walk in the pedestrian lane when you tug on his backpack. He’s caught in the pull, looking up to the red walking signal reflecting on the road. He walks back to stand next to you, still not saying a word. “What’re you thinking so hard on?”
For a moment he turned his head to you, a little too quick to not look like he wasn’t anticipating you to bring it up yourself. He looks ahead once more when you’re walking now. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
You start to feel a little guilty for not clarifying sooner, wondering if this entire time he thought he should’ve apologized for something he couldn’t control.
“It’s alright, it wasn’t unpleasant for me.”
He almost laughs at that, “Right, and I was jumping for joy.”
The air shifts, it’s not so tense anymore, just between that and uncertainty directed at something else entirely. “I felt really dumb earlier.” He adds, looking back down on the pavement. “I couldn’t say anything to make him leave us alone.”
You’re a few blocks nearby to your place, walking a little ahead of him so he could follow you now.
“Again, it wasn’t that bad. You don’t have to apologize.” Once more, silence fills the space between you both and it feels like you’re unable to remove this weight you feel affecting your interaction.
Now you’re both looking at your feet as you wait for cars to pass the street you’re crossing and for the timer to finally get to zero. Your foot is stepping over a dry leaf to fill in the lack of communication, the sound crunching in the quiet in a loud, distant manner.
“I just kinda get made fun of for acting like this—weak.” You crane your neck up to meet his eyes, and you’re right to think he’s still looking down. “It’s just annoying how even until now it’s expected of me to bite back on others ‘cause I look like I should.”
There’s a furrow in his brows, and he’s tightly clutching on the strap of his bag. “Like I’ve accepted that, sort of. I’m already conscious of it— but maybe people like to pick on me when it's obvious I’m not gonna do anything.”
You’re making another turn together, he’s leading with the path he’s familiar with and you follow, his words don’t falter. “Maybe ‘cause it makes them feel less small or some shit — I don’t know.”
After processing the words that left him, it brought you back to your conversation with Miwa. How you laughed about his past history with women and how you basically gossiped about his insecurities. Guilt swirls in your stomach, realizing this might just be a little worse than you treated it to be. You keep quiet, deep in your own thoughts, letting him say what he needs to.
“And of course my own brother is like that too.” He rants, tracing back to the behavior he displayed earlier. “He’s my brother and I love him, yes. But frat guys could be such dicks, y’know? I was like his first practice hazing dummy lite…in a way.”
You nod, acknowledging him. “Right, right.” You’re turning to the street ahead of yours, just about a block away now.
“It’s hard to not let those insecurities take over.” He groans, “I spent so much of my life trying to make my best first impressions, and I feel like it backfires on me with the wrong people—I hate that.” He’s scratching the back of his head. “Sometimes I just wish I looked normal. That way I wouldn’t literally feel like the elephant in the room.”
At that, you turn almost as if you’d heard the worst take in your life, brows scrunching. “Normal?”
He shakes his head, “Yes, normal. Like I can wear normal shoes and sit on couches normally.”
“I like that you’re not.” You say, insensitively. “I mean you’re not not normal. But I like…it.” You slow down, trying to backtrack on what you just let slip.
He’s blinking down on you, a look of surprise etched on his slowly flushing face. “…Why?”
Your breath is caught in your throat, not knowing how else to explain it. No going back. Remember?
“I feel safe, even if you don’t…bite back. And on top of that you’re kind. I think that matters a lot.”
Choso stares at you like you just grew a tree on your head, but in truth, he’s just trying to tone down his elation. “Really?” He asks dumbly, already cursing himself in his head for looking like he wants to hear you call him that again. Safe.
You dip your head, agreeing once more. “I’m a girl so I may be a little biased but if I were also a little taller, I wouldn’t have to deal with some idiot guys trying something on me, and I could also defend myself easier.”
“Oh yeah—Yes, that's totally different from my problems.” He clarified, trying to catch himself from sounding ungrateful. You watch the way his expressions shifts from blank to stressed and bite back a smile. “There’s obviously people with worse problems than being bigger than a doorway.” He’s looking down and pushing his glasses up, almost ashamed.
You turn to the road leading up to your street, your apartment just at the end of it. “Is that like 6’3 or…”
“Huh?” He meets your inquisitive eyes, “Uh, just a little more.” He replied, shying away from your stare. You’re thinking about all the objects that could possibly match up to Choso’s figure.
“Those chillers they got in 7’11?”
“Hm, nope. Like 2 inches more, maybe.”
Your stomach does a flip you had to ignore, “You’re lying. Six foot six?”
“Without shoes, yes.” He nodded, met with you side-eyeing him. “Well you’re free to go with me to my annual checkups and see.” He defends, a smile finally appearing on his face at your skepticism.
You squint, stopping yourself from looking too excited with the many, unbecoming thoughts storming your brain. “I’ll hold onto that.”
Shortly after, you find yourself standing in front of the building to your apartment. “I’m sorry about dumping all that on you, It was a lot.” He looks around before letting out a barely there sigh, “I’ll get going now—“
“Are you forgetting?” You look back and Choso’s standing stiffly, feet planted on the ground. “We’re…studying, remember?”
Choso’s throat bobs at your sly tone, convincing himself there is nothing behind it. “You did a lot today I just thought we were tired—“
“We don’t have to study then.” You’re looking around and thinking to yourself before landing back on his face, “I mean you came all the way here, you could come up and have some tea?”
The notion has his chest puffing out to regulate the way his heart started beating like its pounding from behind his sternum. He doesn’t say anything, his eyebrows raise behind his glasses, his usually sleepy eyes now wide. He nodded and let out a strained, “Okay.”
***
The door to your apartment swings open with a loud creak. The lights switch on, a warm white cascades from the ceilings.
Your keys make a clinking noise against the ceramic jewelry tray you leave on the dresser by the entrance. The door is wide open, you feel Choso trailing behind a couple steps away.
He’s standing kinda stiffly, “Do I take my shoes off or—“
You’re shaking your head, stepping aside to let him in. “My neighbors are kinda sticklers for people who leave their shoes outside in the halls.” He walks past the doorway, head craned down. It’s supposed to look like he was trying to avoid getting hit by the frame of it, though he’s only finding a way to hide his face naturally.
He picked his head up when he heard clanking from the kitchen which meant that you were inside. “I hope you’re not allergic to pollen? I like to put honey in mine.” You ask, your voice still clear as the space isn’t big at all, but in his head it’s distant. He’s trying to calm himself down, taking in your apartment.
It’s small, kitchen tight and you’ve no space for a table. You use the counter as one, your bed, desk, and sofa all in the same space. However, the lack of furniture made it wide, the “living room” taking the least space with just a little coffee table and the tv on the floor as the only decor.
“You didn’t say anything so I didn’t add any honey.” He finds himself turning on his feet when he’s met by your figure, coming from the kitchen with two— red and yellow —mugs. You hand him the yellow one, he takes it with a ‘thanks’. You make a move to sit on the couch, trying to get cozy. Choso’s still standing, sipping on his cup awkwardly.
“You can sit if you want.” Choso’s eyes flick over to you. You realize he had shed his bag on the entrance, still it looks like something is weighing on him.
“I’m okay, I might launch you out of it—“
“Sit with me.” You pat the spot beside you on the couch, your fawn-like eyes up at him.
It turns his legs into jelly. Thoroughly convinced, he sits beside you, trying to be as careful as he can so the side of the couch doesn’t sink to his weight too much.
He winced at the audible sound of the springs under the cushions, “Sorry.”
Quietly, you assess him. How stiffly he sat, how much of the seat he took up despite keeping himself at the edge of it. If he sat back, would his knee brush against yours? Though you feel a little bad for taking advantage of his reactiveness towards you. However, something deep inside you is undeniably excited with the thought.
On the other hand, Choso feels like he’s watching himself act in third person, deliberating what part of his body he should move next to not look too obnoxious or stiff. He doesn’t know if he should just let the silence pass till he runs out of tea, or maybe till it turns lukewarm. You shift in your seat, he feels your gaze heavy on him. You don’t say anything, you just stare at the side of his face. His throat bobs.
He looks over to you for a split second and meets your eyes, you raise your brows at him, a smirk growing on your sweet face.
An anxious laugh bubbles from his throat, the tips of his ears tinging red. “I think you’re aware of how you’re making me nervous.”
You couldn’t stop the way the smirk spreads into a wide smile. “I was thinking of how to get you to talk, is all.” You tilt your head to the side, checking out how the light from your room lamp makes his jaw seem sharper. His hair nearly fell on his shoulders, built and perched with his elbows on his knees, posture a little hunched, but he still sat taller than you. Nothing short of tempting in your eyes.
He follows your gaze, “What?”
“You’re also thinking of something.”
His brows pinch, he hates how good you are at prodding at him when he clearly doesn’t know what to say. “I’m always thinking.”
You nod, “And still, you haven’t said anything since we went up.”
Choso pauses his already stiff self. You place your mug down, crossing your legs on the couch. He brings his attention back to you but you’re already intently looking at him. He flinches back.
Sighing, “What do you think I’m thinking about?” You purse your lips, shrugging at his question. He shakes his head, a smile fighting its way on his face.
“Then I’m happy you only brought me here to drink some tea.” A roll of his eyes comes out of sarcasm, reaching for his own mug on the table, stretching his arm out.
He’s about to pull his hand back when your smaller one lands on top of his. The contact would have made him drop the glass into little pieces if it weren’t for the coffee table underneath. He lets down the cup, missing the coaster you laid out.
“That’s my mug….” You point at the red cup in his grasp, yours. You let the words linger like the pads of your fingers on the back of his hand, “Hm, you’re really warm.”
He blinks, unable to ground himself back to reality because maybe, maybe you’re trying to make a move on him. He’s unable to look into your eyes,
“Uh,” He falters, the warmth on his cheeks multiply and spread out when you inch closer, the warmth of your own body makes him feel like he’s overheating.
“How else could I get you to go up with me?” You say, goading another reaction out of him.
“I-I mean you could just ask and…I wouldn’t say no,“ You’re closer to his face now—too close. But you’re still not looking at eye level — not close enough.
“I think I’ve done a lot just to be around you, Cho.” He almost melts at how the stupid nickname his brother calls him sounded so good coming from your honeyed lips. Choso gulps, audible and embarrassing in the silence of your apartment.
He started off this conversation on the edge of the couch, somehow it feels like you’ve backed him into it.
“Y’know, the TA stuff, asking to study—do we look like we’re studying now?” Your arm skates over his hand, up his arm, the touch leaving goosebumps in their wake.
You watch how his jaw all but clenches at the feeling, a newfound confidence makes you unbelievably giddy, driving you to push more. “But what I wanna know is,”
He feels like he’s running out of breath before he could utter a word when your palm lands up on his hard chest, feeling for the erratic thumping of his heartbeat underneath the fabric of his shirt.
Your head is craned up, lashes bat at him, “What are you willing to do…?”
He’s looking deeply into your eyes, searching for the answer to your question, not realizing how his neck is craning down at your height in return. Several beats pass — he feels a tug on his shirt and then he’s closing the distance between your lips.
He whines on the soft, wet skin, sucking gently, eyes falling shut. His hand finds your cheek, the other reaching for your side when you tangle your arms around his neck. The pace is hungry yet fervent, tugging and melting against the other. You pull away slowly, lips parting from each other wetly. You’re smacking your own lips before smiling up at Choso, giggling.
His eyes are hazy, glasses crooked out of place. His hands are covering your back and smoothing over your clothes, “I can do anything— whatever you want.”
If you weren’t already grinning wide enough, now you’re fully Cheshire-like. Pushing yourself closer towards him, “Anything?” He nods eagerly, you’re pulling him in, hungry.
His hand is on the back of your neck now, holding. There’s something about his touch that feels like it’s keeping you together without feeling too possessive. Caring with a dash of hesitance. One you’re looking to break through tonight.
Your lips travel down his neck, leaving hot, lingering kisses along his throat. “Oh, mmh-“ He bites his lip immediately after nearly letting out the low noise from chest, eyes shutting when you find the particularly sensitive spot on his neck. You feel his fingers dig rougher on your hips, you’re on your knees now, determined to cover every inch of him in your touch. Your weight falls on him when he tugs you, the hands planted on his shoulders squeeze out of instinct.
“You good? I-I didn’t mean to, ah—“ He tried to move his head away from your persistent lips, but a shiver that runs through him stops his actions. You’re sucking on his skin, humming proudly, undettered from your little slip. His hands brush down your sides, they plant themselves lower on your waist.
You plant kisses all the way back to his chin then meet his lips again. You’re eye level, a sinister glint in your eyes. You stick your tongue out, half lidded gaze and staring right at him — brushing the wet, pink muscle along Choso’s bottom lip, teasing. Heat rushes on his face, blood rushes on his crotch. You’re killing him.
You suck on the pink flesh, tugging then letting go, he’s pulling you in closer by the back of your neck. He wants you on him, mind unable to decide how — just everywhere is fine. You drop your palm down between your bodies and on the garter of Choso’s sweats, feeling for the hardness underneath.
He hissed as your fingers brushed what would be his shaft, “Um, sorry, can we make out a little I think…” He holds your head closer to his face, breaths mingling as you catch them. “I’ll get less hard— nervous, I think. Sorry,” You hummed in agreement before landing back on the flushed skin of his mouth, quieting him down with your lips.
You giggle against him, chasing as he squirms, palms settling on his shoulders. You pull off him with a peck, feet planting back on the carpeted floors. Choso now sat far into the couch, slacked with legs spread. His mouth parts as you start undressing, stripping off into your underwear.
He sizes you up and down, taking in your soft, bare skin, your strapless bra and cotton panties under the warm lights of your apartment. It elicits a heavy throb under his pants. Choso’s breathing feels uneven and the air grows thinner when you settle back on the couch, only now between his spread out legs.
You’re steadying yourself, his hands find a place on your warm, now bare skin. You smooth over the wide expanse of his chest, then land on his neck, even warmer than you. “This okay?” You ask, to which he only replies with a nod.
You’re about to lean into him when he reaches for his glasses, but you stop him before he tries to pry the piece of metal off. “They stay on.”
His breath catches in his throat, stomach dipping. A part of him he’s not quite sure whether he wanted to acknowledge, liked when you tell him what to do.
He lets his hand fall, you adjust the rims on the bridge of his nose. “You’re so pretty.” You’re holding his face with both hands, tilting it upwards to you. A lopsided grin appears on his face at the comment, eyes shying away and down from your face and to the body on him.
“Thanks- Thank you,” He replied poorly. His palm skated from your waist and to your back, laying above the clip of your bra. His lips are caught between his teeth as he takes in the feel of your skin against him, he looks up. “You’re awfully pretty as well.”
He was never good at expressing himself,only with what he was sure of. But this was new, you pushing, him taking, it was all new. But he meant every word he said to you. He leaned in to catch your lips against his. Fuck, if only you could tell how much he meant it.
He’s slotting his tongue in between your parted mouth, leaning further in and you’re falling back, but he’s catching you — keeping you to him. You work together smoothly, as smooth as silks rubbing against each other. You clutch on to him tightly as if he’ll slip if you don’t. You taste like jasmine tea and he’s wondering if the sweet taste is from the honey or just you. He’s holding you by the neck and pushing your back into him.
You finally move to settle on his lap, the kiss unwavering so you’re first to pull away, “Choso—“ He catches the sound of his name in your mouth, chasing, taking, and taking. There isn’t any place on your body that isn’t covered by him, your arms, your back, your legs in between his that caged you. You moan at the thought against his greedy tongue, entirely consumed. But you’re impatient and already wet, the fabric of your panties has been riding up for the last 10 minutes. So you squeeze his arms weakly, but it’s enough for him to let air flow between you.
“Shit, Sorry—” He’s frantic and searching your eyes, but he’s met with your hazed out ones and your swollen, drooly lips. He wiped the corner of it, chest heaving. “I need to— you’re driving me insane,” He chuckles, deep and uncertain with how true the fact felt. He’s brushing your hair back gently, “I’m sorry,” he lets go of you as you’re pulling away.
You’re upright now, letting your feet back down. You’re bending over to his lap, palms resting on his spread out limbs, “You need to make it up to me,” You’re once again reaching for his sweats, the imprint of his shaft taking form at the side. He gently lays his hand on your wrist.
“Are you sure?” His eyes are wide, pupils dilated, the frames of his glasses are now on the tip of his nose bridge. But there’s a wave of genuine uncertainty blanketing his expression.
You’re blinking up at him, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
It’s a tangled knot in his chest, one bundled in embarrassing moments and unsuccessful hook-ups. He stuttered over his words,
“Just that before I’ve-“ he pondered if he should risk you laughing at him, but you’re expectantly looking into his eyes, and your hands are already on his lap, a little more and you’d be right where he’s aching for you. “I’m scared of making it…unpleasant?”
His hand rubs up and down your arms, you’re tuning him out and thinking of how you should go about sitting on him. He continued to ramble on, “Um, like I’ve been told it was…“
“Too big?” You ask, attention now on him. Externally you’re collected, stating it like a remark. But internally you know it’s a fact. You feel a little bad thinking about it but now you’re piecing together your earlier conversation on what Miwa’s friend’s friend might’ve been complaining about.
Choso all but nods, eyes scanning your room as if that would keep yours away from him. “I could just help you, y’know. We don’t have to—“
You’re turning over and maneuvering his hand out of his lap, sitting on his thigh. For a moment, you’re a little hesitant, hovering. “I mean I’d like it if we did, but I’m also…” His words trail off, holding your hip and securing you on his lap, unbothered as your weight settles on one thigh. He clears his throat, “I’m okay with, um, anything.”
You’re leaning into him, on your side, hand trailing underneath the hem of his shirt, grazing his clenched abdomen. He jolts, causing you to jump in your seat. Your eyes widen for a moment before relaxing, hand skating lower under the garter of his sweats with a simpering grin on your face. You’re kissing his cheek, gentle and slow as your hand palms over his hard, covered cock.
He’s watching your move under the fabric of his gray sweats, feeling your smaller fingers squeezing and rubbing the base of it. It hurts, he thinks. In a way that something stings and feels good at the same time. You’re squeezing at his tip when he throws his head back on the couch, groaning loudly. You take the opportunity to mouth on his neck again.
“Can you please— Can I please take it off?” He asks politely, but the grip on your hip feels anything but. You hum, still licking at the expanse of his neck.
You’re pulling his pants down with his help—mostly him just taking it off himself, desperate and aching. He’s bare from the waist down now when you settle back on his thigh, sweats and boxers discarded on the floor.
You’re now shamelessly gawking at his erection bouncing against stomach, slapping against it. The warmth of your hand catches him off guard, finally making contact skin to skin. You tug on the shaft, immediately taking notice of how your fingers struggle to close around it and were squeezing on accident.
“F—oh, god. ” He rests his head on your shoulder, sweat building on his forehead. You start moving your hand up and down, already slippery from how he’d been oozing in his boxers the entire time. He’s quiet behind you, save for the heavy breathing on your skin. You go faster. “Your hand’s so tight,” it comes out in a whimper. A wet, mouthing sensation can be felt on your shoulder, he’s biting your skin to muffle himself. But It doesn’t work, his throat lets loose with each reaction.
His eyes roll up from your shoulder when he feels you lean forwards and away from his chest, cock twitching when a wet glob of spit drips on him from your tongue.
You’re both watching your hand work up and down, bringing both onto the shaft, he’s cursing as you go faster.
You’re throwing your other leg over his thigh, straddling him in reverse, before resting back on him. Choso's hands come up to hold you under your knees, keeping your legs apart. He watched as the movement stretched the fabric, pussy still clad in underwear, drenched and barely covering it. But he can’t help but peek lower, your hands exclusively paying attention to his erection.
You joke, “It’s like I'm jerking myself off.”
A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, the vibrations thrum against your back and you turn them into moans as you suddenly go faster. “Sucks though, I can’t feel it.”
You’re unable to see his expression behind you, but you can hear how his moans are muffled between his teeth, “You’re s-so eager.”
You reveled at how shaky he’d sounded. “One of us has to be.”
And then a strange noise akin to the tearing of fibers can be heard from below. You gasp as it happens in front of you, hands slowing its ministrations. You realize you’re watching him rip your underwear, exposing your wet, shiny pussy. “Hey—“
He’s adjusting himself from under you, bringing his other hand under your thigh, your legs tugged higher as he starts rubbing right on your clit.
He’s rough and accurate on where he wants to touch you, deliberate in his movements. He’s quick but he isn’t rushing either, his only motive was to get you to falter in his stead as you were doing just the same.
Your voice shrinks into breathy pants, the slick sound from your poor clit syncing in with each, “Ah, ah, Cho—“
“You’re making me so, so hard, baby—” You’re both an obscene sight to behold, playing with each other, spread out, grunting or whimpering. Both sloppily still trying to let your lips tangle with each other despite the inconvenient position. Both a mess, your tits spilling out of your bra, and his glasses all fogged up.
You grind into him, “Feels so good,” rubbing your juices on the cock you’re jerking with now one hand, coating his chubby length. Your body felt like it was on overdrive, moving your hips up and down as you clenched on nothing, gushing freely.
You’re biting your lip as your hips grow erratic, brows pinching and your abdomen clenches on itself. “I-I’m close.”
Choso lets a groan escape,“Fuck, really?” realizing he’s making you come first. It’s a miracle he’s held off this long, he wonders if he’ll hold up if you let him inside. The thought makes him move your hips on his cock, assisting you as you use him to get yourself off.
He doesn’t know if he’s breathing so hard because he’s getting tired or because he knows getting your clit rubbed nudges you a little closer to the edge when you start to get louder. He breathes against your ear, “Come on me, please.” He’s mumbling now, less at you and more to himself. “I wanna see you cum on me, please, please—”
Your legs begin to shake in his hold, fighting to shut close but the grip under your knees forces you to come with your legs spread wide, pussy making a show of spasming against Choso’s cock, voice breaking as you whimper. “That’s it baby, that’s it,”
Choso is completely enamored, the sounds of your high pitched whines in the air was like music to him, the way you writhe against his body was this entrapping dance. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
He notes how you were still in your bra, he whispers something about it, but you’re just nodding your head with your eyes shut, riding it out. Then he’s unclipping the strap with one hand, the fabric falling off and releasing your perfect tits.
You then relax your back to him, twitching still. But then he’s thrusting his erect cock up between your folds, the stimulation starting to make you wetter again, your breath can only catch up so fast. You’re attempting to lift your hips with a squirm.”Gi-give me a sec—”
Choso quickly lets your legs fall to the side and pauses, sitting up and moving your head to face him. “Shit- we can stop here,” he assured, breathy and worried. “I didn’t mean to, I was just looking at you. You looked-” So fucked out, “I’m sorry.“
“Sh-shut up,” You look away and Choso stiffens under you. Was he too rough? Before he could even utter another apology, you spoke, “I’m fine, I just need to— breathe.“
He watches you quiet down from underneath you, he’s rubbing your thighs comfortingly. “I am sorry,” The silence lingers, only getting tenser with each beat that passes.
And then you start chuckling — at nothing in particular. Your breathing slows down, and you look back to check on him. He looked so worried, brows pinched and his lip jutted out. A lazy smile breaks into your features, leaning down to catch him in a chaste kiss so he wouldn't see the expression on your face. “I liked it, okay?”
His breath hitched in his throat when you spoke against his lips, “Yeah?”
You’re nodding, smile now exposed. You kiss him again, powerless against his sweet lips. He relaxes, hand coming up to the back of your head. “I wanna-“ A kiss, “Fuck you now,” A slower kiss, “Please.”
He’s backing up to read your face, reassessing. Within the silence, something passes between you two. Amidst the air that smells of sex and vaguely of tea, there’s this mix of warmth and uncertainty—and whether or not to dive in it — that lingers in between.
He’s nervous under your gaze, once again, looking for a way out of your eyes that traps him so effectively like no other. He’s looking down at his still, very much, erect self. “I don’t have a condom.”
You’re thinking to yourself before you reach for the side table of your couch, scrambling for a box you kept there in case.
Choso’s scrambling to rip the plastic off before fishing for one packet. “I’m not really sure if it would fit so, maybe just try it,” You remark as you’re being maneuvered out of his lap and on the side of the couch. He fumbled with the rubber a couple times, pulling it down before it snapped a little too tightly on his girth. He tugs it down on him until a tear starts spreading on the side of the translucent material.
“I’m sor—“ He hissed as it snapped against his skin, “See I can’t even fucking…I don’t think this is quite right—” He’s cursing to himself, obviously a little sexually frustrated. For someone his size he still managed to look somewhat like a defeated puppy.
You’re tugging the broken thing off, relief blooming in his chest but it’s short lived as he’s reminded of how he might not even have sex with you anymore. “But no, we really don’t have to.” He says, discouraged.
“You can fuck me raw, I’m on the pill.” He internally groaned, pulled back out of his head. You just had a way with your words.
He does a complete 180, eyes widening, shifting from beaten to optimistic. He reminds himself to curb his excitement though, slowing down. “You can be on top—set the pace?” You’re already moving to sit on his lap.
He’s nodding his head at you, and finally rips his shirt off himself, now completely naked. You’re staring down at him, licking your lips at the sight of his milky skin and toned chest. He pulls you out of your thoughts, voice small and distant.
“I’ll pull out, yeah?” He’s swallowed back thickly, more of reminding himself to do that. “Just be slow okay? I didn’t prepare you that wel—um,"
His voice trails off when you’re already lining yourself up with his reddened tip. “A little at a time—Oh,” You’re already sinking down, unrepressed.
The stretch is long and constant, to the point it feels like you’re rethinking how fast you jumped on this, except you remember you’re already lowering yourself very carefully.
Your jaw hangs open in a silent scream when you get past the head, sinking lower, your walls throb against his member. You’re bracing yourself with a palm, Choso’s chest is covered in sweat and heaving. “You’re so—‘s really tight, oh fuck you’re so warm,” He whined out, unable to complete a sentence.
He’s leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses on your neck and then back on your lips to keep your mewls at bay. You’re kissing back, he’s only half way in when you start moving. Choso’s breaths turn ragged against yours, pulling you closer to him. You catch your breath, “It’s stretching me out so much, Choo-” You whine, slowly rolling your hips.
He’s squeezing your waist before trailing his hands down your ass, “You’re doing good, you’re doing really good.”
He’s looking down at your progress, struggling to tell where you ended and he begun, now nearer to the base of his cock. He throbs inside you. “Fuck, a-are you okay?” He’s looking back up at your face, taking in your lips, bitten and swollen under your teeth.
He lets out a shaky whimper, “You’re taking so much.” His eyes finding their way back to your hole swallowing him. “So good, baby.”
You tuck your feet over his thighs for leverage, pulling off his cock slowly then sinking back down, and back up. You repeat the motions, torturously slow, your slick creating this lewd noise from each rock of your hips as you go deeper. Choso’s hands are on your thighs, weighing you down but he’s really holding back from actively pushing — still you’re sinking, taking more.
You start to bounce, struggling to hold yourself up with your palm on his chest, the slight sting of the stretch dulling out to a deep pressure. It’s a lot easier now, you go even faster with the help of your growing arousal slicking up his cock. Every touch you leave on each other now feels highly sensitive, your tits pressed against Choso’s hard chest, his hands squeezing on your ass for dear life. You’re left unable to keep up conversations or teases to each other now, heads completely in a different space. You're left babbling incoherencies as your tingling nerves derail your focus, the only thing clear was to go after what felt good.
But you falter, your knees slowing as they start to ache but you push yourself further, desperate, taking even more of Choso’s length. You find yourself losing balance and lean over, panting. You lift your hips, then let your ass fall back into his lap, a strained mewl leaving your throat, “I-I need help. I need you, Cho—need you t’a fuck my pussy,”
He groans out at how high your voice got, fresh from its suppressed whines. “Okay I’ll help,” He’s quick with his hands, holding you by the globes of your ass, and pulls you up. He bites back a noise, hearing and feeling your tight pussy gush and clamp on him as he lifts until it’s just the tip. “s’ okay if I thrust a little?” He whispers against your ear, growing desperate as his cock pulses in anticipation. You nod fervently in his neck, arms circled around him. “Okay baby, I’m gonna. I’m gonna help this pussy- fuckkk”
It’s noisier now, from your skin, sticky and slapping against each other, to your gasps turning into moans against each other’s open mouths. Choso’s now taking all the work, lifting your ass and bringing it down to meet his aching cock even faster than you could have. He starts meeting your pussy half way, thrusting up wards and it knocks the wind out of you.
Moans spill out of you with each thrust up, breaking and then bursting out of you. You’re clinging to him, bodies impossibly close, skin rubbed up against skin. “You’re so fucking loud, honey—do you like it?” His groans turn into grunts with how he’s physically exerting his body, on a mission to see you break apart on top of him.
You reply with a noise of acknowledgment, barely audible amongst the slapping and heavy breathing. You’re body feels hot all over, from inside and out. He’s deep enough inside you in places you didn’t even know was possible to go that far in, and the best worst part is you haven’t even reached the base of him yet. A new objective makes itself known in the part of your brain that still functioned, a dimly flickering idea.
“Ch-choso can you, ngh—“ You’re bringing your face out of his neck to face him, but he’s still busying himself with his thrusts, “I want you deeper, c-could you do that f’me?”
He’s letting out a high pitched whine he when lets you down, about to throw his head back when you catch his lips in yours, tugging on his hair and pulling roughly. “You’re stronger than me Cho, c’mon. Make me cum on your big cock—“
He groans, planting his feet on the ground, before you know it you’re up in the air, now standing. You cut yourself off with a moan, both of you do —sighing out when he lifts your ass up before dropping you on his painfully hard cock. “You’re so filthy when you talk, y’know that?”
It feels like he's all the way to your lungs when he finally bottoms out in you, which would make sense since it feels like you aren’t breathing anymore. You cry out once more, wiling your eyes and muffling the noises in his neck, biting down. “Are you crying?” He asks, concern prodding between his excitement, but the thought manages to make it’s way to his cock, fucking you on him rhytmically slow and deep. You let out a choked sob, “Fuck you’re crying—not even going that fast.”
“Then g-go faster,” You managed to voice out between moans, your hips wiggling in his grasp. He groans in response, kneading your ass to stop you from getting ahead of him.
“You tell me if it’s too much- just, you have to tell me a-alright?” You’re clenching on him, still trying to bounce. “Shit, Okay.”
The slower sounds of your skin slapping each other turn into rapid, sharp sounds. Choso grunting from each thrust, now fully unrepressed. In seconds, the image you’ve crafted of him as this shy, hesitant boy, crumbles. You’re fully moaning out now, his cock nudging deeper and repeatedly in that spot that triggers your insides. “I’m so full, fuck-“
He’s hiccuping his moans out, turning into whimpers as he pumps you up and down even faster, his nails digging into the meat of your ass. “You’re taking me so good baby,” He’s thrusting up when he lets you fall on his cock midway, his muscles forgetting to strain. “Fuck, take it, take it—“
He dives in against your lips, tongue invading your whimpering mouth. You try your best to kiss back, eyes nearly closing while he’s drowning you in him. You’re clenching on his cock a lot tighter now, his balls drenched in your arousal, slapping against your other hole from the impact of his motions.
“I think I—I’m gonna cum-“ You pull away from Choso who lets out a breathy moan, licking your lips to chase yours. You’re falling limp against him, hips rendered useless when he’s already fucking you on a pace outside of your own stamina.
Your insides are pulsing around his member, your moans growing even louder. Choso’s deep enough into you when he feels his cock twitch, “I need to pull out—“ You’re immediately protesting, letting out noises of disapproval. “No, no baby I’m gonna cum if you—“
“I don’t care.“ Fuck. Choso holds himself back, his pre-cum oozing out makes your sopping hole even more slippery at the thought of filling you up to the brim. He’s thinking of ways to keep himself from cumming right this very second when you’re already so fucked out and desperate, high up in your own head.
His dick twitches again and he’s biting his lip, slowing his carry on your body til you’re stopping altogether. Before you could say anything else, he’s pulling out and placing you on the couch, lying down. You’re complaining, spreading your legs as much as the cushions on your side could let you.
Choso’s holding his cock, squeezing at the base to calm himself down but he opens his eyes to your gaping, hungry hole, presented to him like an offer, “C-cum inside me, Cho,”
His resolve breaks within a blink of an eye, already laying above you and wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel like crying out of joy when he finally makes his way inside, thrusting slowly and hissing from how tight you still are. “I need to be on top of you, I need to—“ He mumbled, eyes already hazed out and clambering for satiation.
He topples over you as he finds his balance, now setting a newer pace from earlier, caging you with his body while his thrusts grow even faster.
The sensation is much more different now, a stretch added with the forces of his thrusts now fully landing on you.
He’s watching every twist of your face and moan spill out. Scanning your body downwards while he lays a palm on your lower abdomen, “If I cum inside you’re gonna bulge right h-here, d’ ya want that?”
You’re squealing against him when he presses down, his cock nudging where he’s digging his fingers from the outside. Your walls flutter against his member, sucking him in and pulsing wetly. Choso’s grunting against you, hips growing faster as he watches your eyes get even more hazy and your face twisted.
Your eyes are rolling back when he starts rubbing on your clit, already impatient with wanting to feel your pussy tighten impossibly around him.
He’s whispering incoherencies to you, face on your neck when he pulls back his hips and pushes back in deeply as he continues rubbing you.
You cry out, shuddering against Choso as the coil in you snaps, holding onto his wrist as your legs secured against his ribs.
He lets out a shaky moan, pumping faster when he chases his orgasm while you ride yours out on him, bodies grinding up against each other intimately.
A curse lets you know that he’s finally reached his climax, thrusts growing slow and deep while pumping you full of his sticky cum. Your eyes are glossed over, your throat sore from your own voice when he’s riding out his high, panting and leaving kisses all over your face.
Your chests are pumping against each other, both catching your breaths. Your hand finds its way to his face, turning it so he could look back at you. His cheeks are red and his glasses were no longer on him, probably losing them from how much you’d been switching positions.
You’re brushing his hair from his face, tucking a long strand onto his ear. Your body still feels like it’s on fire but it doesn’t compare to how even after all that, his stare on you still makes your heart skip a beat. You let out a breath, gathering yourself.
“What do you think?” His eyes scans over your face, “Better than coming up to study?”
Choso shifts on his elbows as he’s laying on top of you.“Yeah that was…” He takes a moment to think of a better way to describe it, a smile spreading on his face. “Really good.” He settles with honesty instead.
He’s thumbing over your shoulder, a hundred thoughts trying to materialize themselves in his still mushed up brain. “I’ve never done it like that, before I mean.“
He’s looking up to meet your eyes, and you’ve got a glow emitting from you, drawing him in. He hesitates for a moment but then, “And you? How’d you feel?”
You huff out a soft chuckle, realizing how ironic this all was. How you’ve still managed to not destroy the awkwardness that came with affections even when you’ve skipped over to, well sex. Choso waits for your answer, something swirls tight in his chest, uneasy but still patient.
You’re brushing back the hair on his scalp, taking in how much less guarded he looks without glasses. “Yeah, I feel…safe.”
He smiles, that knot in his chest untangling. To no surprise, he finds the thread it’s bundled from may be connected to you. “Yeah?”
⡴ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⡴ didn’t even touch word count
he’s balls deep in you, and yet of course he’s still spouting stupid bullshit.
“i’m doing good, right baby?” he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what it’s actually supposed to be—a hookup—rhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.
“i—what?” you manage to say, still out of breath from how he’s fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cunt—though you’ll deny how wet you are because of how large gojo’s ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.
“say it.” he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders he’s deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. “say i’m doing good… please?” his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.
“gojo, i’m not fucking doing th—” he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.
“c’mon,” he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. “just say it and i’ll keep fucking you.” he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.
you breathe out. you know he’ll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but you’re close anyway. you’ll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, you’ll just stuff his face with your pussy.
“you’re doing so good, gojo.” you moan out in a shaky voice.
he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like he’s trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.
he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.
“haaah, fuck, baby—say i’m the best you’ve ever had, please.”
“mm, god, gojo you’re the best i’ll ever fucking have.” he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where he’s found solace. he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon.
unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. it’s almost like you’re starting to… like him. ew.
“such a g’boy for me, satoru.” he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.
unfortunately he forgets he’s not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.
he brings his head up, covered in sweat as he’s still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.
he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. “you finally called me satoru!” and then he’s attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down you’re throat like he’s wasn’t just near seizing from cumming.
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