aftercare with gojo holds a special place in my heart. he just let you in in the most vulnerable way. please take care of him. <\3
satoru gojo x top male reader
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satoru was a mess, both physically and emotionally. his mind was racing, yet at the same time, it was blank. he felt numb, yet his body thrummed with frantic energy.
his white hair was splayed out against the pillows, soft, damp strands spread out on the fabric, his hair blending in slightly.
you couldn’t help but reach a hand up, carding through the strands, pushing his hair back, forehead damp with sweat, a testament to the passion and heat you two had shared.
he was exhausted. that much was obvious.
he had cum all over his stomach, old and new, slowly pooling in his abs. he had lost track of how many times he’d came, mind simply switching off in favor of pleasure. he also had your cum dripping out of him, a big wet patch on your sheets that you were definitely gonna have to clean.
his eyes were half lidded, legs still lazily wrapped around you, a stray tear sliding down his cheek. even in his exhaustion, he still looked like the most gorgeous thing in the world. if anything, he looked more gorgeous, all spent and tired because of you.
his hand slides from the back of your neck to your shoulder, slowly tracing his finger around the shape of your shoulder blade. a mindless, subconscious ministration, a way for him to keep touching you in this state.
his body was littered with bites and marks, hickies traveling from his inner thighs to the back of his neck. he could feel bruises forming all over. he welcomed the pain, enjoying the reminder of how good you made him feel.
satoru didn’t normally feel in general. his infinity hadn’t just made a barrier to protect him—it made a barrier to keep out all and any touch.
the touch you gave him—the way you made him feel. it was so intense, so mind-numbing. it was so rare for satoru to let anyone see him exposed. letting you in like this? it was a whole other level.
“satoru…”
you murmur, making sure to keep your voice low, not wanting to alarm him or ruin the intimate moment.
after a small pause, he slowly tilts his head up, blown, crystal blue eyes finding yours. he looked so small, so drained. you wanted nothing more than to protect him and take care of him.
“..mm?”
he hums lowly, too slumped to even properly form words. his body was doing most of the talking, but that was fine, you knew how to read satoru gojo. years of carefully picked out words and actions led to this, and it was all worth it.
he was worth it.
“you want me to clean you up, baby?”
you didn’t really need to ask; you were going to no matter what he said. you would never leave him alone or left like this.
he only nods, arms slowly wrapping around your neck once more, only this time he’s waiting for comfort and reassurance instead of friction and dirty talk.
your hands come down, gently wrapping around his calves and wrapping them around your waist again, satoru getting the hint, weakly tightening them, hopefully enough to not fall loose.
you shuffle off the bed, bare feet finding the floor, slowly standing up with a 6’3 baby in your arms.
he buries his face in your neck, warm breath hitting your neck as you walk to the bathroom, one arm wrapped under satoru, the other wrapped around his back, holding him against you.
the bathroom tile is cold under your feet, hand searching the dark wall for the light switch and turning the dim light on. walking in and carefully sitting satoru down on the closed toilet seat. leaning in and a quick kiss to his hair before turning the shower on.
the sound of water running fills the room, filling the comfortable silence.
it was peaceful. there was no rushing, no expectations. it was just you and him. he was waiting for you.
you keep your hand under the water, waiting for it to heat up. when it reaches the perfect temperature, you turn back, arms gently slipping under his arms, hoisting him up against you.
you help maneuver satoru into the shower, basically just carrying him as he leans all 200 lbs of him against you.
his arms were wrapping around your waist, legs trying to tangle with yours, even as you both stood there, water starting to wash away all the fluids and sweat away.
you steady him, hands finding his waist and holding him up right, satoru tried clinging onto you, even as you reached for the shampoo, uncapping it and squirting some into your palms, starting to run it through his.
he practically melted into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, a content sigh leaving his lips as your hands comb through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp, earning a low purr from the man.
the water cascades over both of you, sending soapy suds all over satoru from his hair, the clean, fruity smell of the expensive shampoo he had sitting in there filling the room.
it was all very satoru.
the shampoo soaks for a minute before you bring him close, tilting his head and washing his hair out, freehand covering his eyes to make sure he gets no water in them.
satoru was all very docile throughout this, thoroughly fucked and done. he trusted you completely. he trusted you with his whole life, of course, he trusted you to wash him off.
after making sure all the shampoo gets washed out, you grab the conditioner, it was a matching set to the bottle of shampoo, the same designer brand he loved.
as you go to put the soap in his hair, you pause for a moment, just taking in the visual of your boyfriend.
his head was tilted back, chin up. his eyes were closed, hair wet and flat against his face, only making his features sharper, even prettier. his lips were soft, a beautiful light pink, perfectly matching the blush that always lingered when he was around you.
his pale skin bloomed with flashes of red and purple, teeth marks dotting his body. his chest rose and fell, slowly, signaling just how comfortable he truly was.
you were his home. he saw you staying by his side for the rest of his life. he saw himself getting used to this. he saw himself sharing a bed and a home with you. he saw himself sharing a life with you.
you repeat your motions from earlier, working the conditioner into his hair, feeling it turn even softer in your fingers, knowing you were gonna bury your nose in those strands the second you two were out of the shower and under your covers.
satoru stayed put the entire time, letting your hands roam his hair freely, corners of his lips upturned just a hint.
by the time the two of you leave the shower, your skin was starting to prune. the warmth and steam making you and satoru more lethargic and clingy.
you both stumble out of the shower, your hand staying in satorus as you grab a towel, turning with a smile and starting to dry him off.
you start with his hair, scrubbing the towel all over his hair, making sure to dry him well, then sliding it down, drying his shoulders, chest, and arms, then his stomach and thighs, his legs and back.
before you could act, he takes the towel from you, tugging you forward, sleepy eyes watching as he starts mimicking your actions, rubbing the towel all over your head, then going down.
a smile found your face, he was so cute. the way he just took the towel. he wanted to help too, and you loved it.
the two of you don’t bother with clothes, ditching the towel on the bathroom floor and making a run for the bed, craving the warmth and safety of the blankets, not the cool air of the air conditioner.
you basically carried him to the bed, his legs still too jelly to work properly, but you didn’t mind. you’d carry him around all day if he just asked.
the warmth of the sheets completely contrasts the coolness of the outside air. now the closeness and intimacy of being skin to skin under the blankets filled the room.
satoru had curled up next to you the second he was on the mattress, leg thrown over your hip, arm wrapping around your waist, his face pressing against your chest.
your arms wrapped around him tight, legs intertwining with his, wanting to pull him as close as possible. you pulled the covers up high, pulling them up over satoru, making sure he stays warm.
your skin was already warm, so soft and smooth, and you smelled so good. satoru felt like he was in paradise. he didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but he hoped it would never end.
he loved this. he honestly, truly loved this. he loved you.
being able to just lay in your arms, being able to complain about being sore. it was a privilege, one that he was not going to be ungrateful for.
he knew his body was going to be telling a different story tomorrow, but he didn’t care.
if he had to deal with a bit of soreness and inconvenience, so be it. it would be worth it for you. anything is worth it for you.
.
“…baby?”
a low whisper breaks you from your dreams, a haze of sleepiness clouding your mind as you struggle to blink open your eyes, the sight of white hair filling your view.
“satoru?”
you grumble out, voice deep and raspy from being woken up. you could see the small pout on his face, brows furrowed slightly as he spoke, pushing his face closer to yours as if that would wake you up more.
“I need to go pee.”
what?
your silence said everything, only earning a small groan from the man. he couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. exhaling a breath of faux annoyance as he speaks again.
“I can’t really use my legs by myself, remember?”
oh.
right…
“and it was your fault technically so…”
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I love him, dude. my goat❤️❤️❤️
I absolutely love the thought of aftercare with satoru. ik he’s so needy. I js wanna take care of him.
— I think with watering down the friendgroup by naming it "3FS and friends" is kinda insensitive tbh. Like yeah, Max is the most popular one from the friendgroop, but we be tollerating "the friends" like they aren't some real people that just happen to know Max.
— I call "3FS and friends" The Gang / The Group or The Gerbs sometimes, and I recommend yall to do the same instead of saying "3FS and friends".
— just wanted to let that out cus I didn't really realize that problem
In which... your clingy boyfriend just wants you in his arms.
Warnings : short, kind of messy pacing and grammar... Im not great at writing (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) also not proofread....!!
🏷 : fluff, gender neutral reader
AN : my first piece of writing..!!!!! Yayyyy!!
Sleep lingers in your eyes as you try to adjust to the sunlight that forces its way through the blinds of your boyfriend's otherwise dark room. The faint sound of birds chirping and a soft snoring fills your ears, and you begin to register the weight of Max's arm wrapped around your waist. His face is pressed into your shoulderblades, leaving you little wriggle room.
Unfortunately, your peace is ruined; nature calls. You gently slip your hand under Max's heavy forearm, attempting to let yourself free of his secure grip. He groans against your back, rubbing his nose into your shirt, the bed creaking as he adjusts himself and clears his throat.
"Where are you goin'?" It's muffled, his tone gruff and subtly displeased. His voice is always gravelly when he first wakes up, but you've come to adore it as time passes.
"I gotta pee, sweetheart." You plead over your shoulder. He groans against your back again, mumbling a faint protest as he throws one of his hefty legs over yours. "Max, seriously, I will pee on your bed." After a few more moments of struggle on your end, he finally loosens his grip just enough to allow you to slip from underneath him.
You return after only a few moments, wanting to fall back asleep locked in Max's warm embrace. His rather large biceps make for great pillows. When you pitter patter back towards the bed, covered in comforters and pillows, you're met with a very much awake Max nestled between them. You pause when you catch sight of his face, colored with sadness; the same essence of a kicked puppy. Your chest squeezes tightly at his endearing expression.
"My baby..." You murmur, mostly to yourself. Max reaches out for you lazily with one of his large hands, red fingertips wiggling to beckon you closer. You slip back into bed right beside him and he hastily wraps his arms back around you, like you'd been gone for hours, shoving his nose into your shoulder and inhaling.
"Lets cuddle for... eight more hours." Your sleepy boyfriend whispers. You laugh quietly to yourself, a very Max statement.
"Sure," You whisper against his hair, as if sharing a secret, "We can do that." You press a featherlight kiss where your lips once spoke and let yourself melt into the pillow supporting your head.
The room is silent again, apart from the overhead fan and the sound of birds chirping songs from the trees just outside. Max lets the feeling of your breathing and your hand gently brushing through his messy tufts of hair lull him back to sleep. The warmth of his body encasing yours is comforting, like a hug from the sun.
summary: college AU where max is in a fraternity and somehow ends up completely whipped for you
pairing: (3fs) frat!Max x Fem!reader
word count: 470+
a/n: I freaking love frat!max and I will die happy once more people write fanfics and other things of him.
dividers are from: @saradika-graphics
-Everyone in the frat knew Max liked you before you did. The second your name popped up on his phone, he’d smile at the screen like an idiot.
-He pretends he’s the cool frat guy… until he finds out you’re being dragged into going to one of his frat parties. Suddenly he’s fixing his hair, asking Jacob if his shirt looks okay, and pacing by the front door.
“Dude, relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
He is not relaxed.
-You hate frat parties.
Too loud.
Too crowded.
Too many people.
So Max always finds a quieter room for the two of you. Usually his. Where you can watch movies while everyone else is downstairs screaming the lyrics to songs.
-The first time you visit the frat house, you’re expecting chaos. You are correct. Somebody is wrestling in the hallway. Ethan is arguing with the microwave. Eddie is asleep on the couch at 4 p.m. Max just sighs.
“Welcome to my home.”
-He becomes ridiculously protective at parties. Not controlling. Just attentive. Always checking:
“You okay?”
“Need water?”
“Want to go home?”
Your comfort always comes first.
-His frat brothers LOVE you. Mostly because you keep Max humble. The second he gets cocky; “Remember when you tripped up the stairs trying to impress her?” “I’m going to kill you.”
-He definitely wears your hair tie on his wrist. At first it’s accidental. Then it becomes permanent. Eventually people start asking:
“Why do you have a purple scrunchie on?”
Max shrugs.
“It’s hers.”
Like that’s the most obvious thing in the world.
-You start accidentally becoming everyone’s favorite person. You bring snacks, you help decorate for parties, you remember birthdays.
Suddenly the frat group chat is:
“Is she coming tonight?”
Max gets offended.
“She’s MY girlfriend.”
-Study dates with him are…
Not productive.
At all.
He’ll stare at you for ten minutes.
“What?”
“You’re pretty.”
“Max.”
“Sorry.”
Five minutes later
“You’re still pretty.”
-Max LOVES introducing you as his girlfriend. He does it constantly.
“Hey, this is my girlfriend.”
“Have you met my girlfriend?”
“Oh yeah, my girlfriend loves that.”
You tease him about it.
He doesn’t care.
-Everyone thinks frat Max is super confident. Then they see him around you. Suddenly he’s shy, smiling to himself, and getting embarrassed when you compliment him.
Ethan finds this hilarious.
-He always saves you food.
Party pizza?
Saved.
Late-night fries?
Saved.
Cookies someone brought?
Hidden away for you.
He’ll text; I saved you two slices. Hurry before Eddie finds them.
-Movie nights in his room become a tradition. The lights off. His arm around you. The movie forgotten twenty minutes in because you’re too busy talking and laughing.
-He keeps random things you give him.
Notes.
Ticket stubs.
Tiny doodles.
Receipts with hearts drawn on them.
His desk drawer is basically a shrine.
He denies this.
Everyone else knows.
-When he gets stressed about school or content creation, you’re the first person he goes to. He’ll flop face-first onto your lap and groan.
“Everything sucks.”
You play with his hair.
Suddenly
Everything sucks a little less.
-He acts tough. Until you call him cute. Immediate shutdown.
“I’m not cute.”
“You are.”
“I’m handsome.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I hate you.”
He’s blushing.
-The frat boys absolutely place bets on when Max is going to propose.
“We’re in college!”
Jacob shrugs.
“And?”
Max sputters.
You hide your face.
Everyone laughs.
-He keeps one of his hoodies at your place. You keep stealing it. He pretends to be annoyed.
Secretly?
He loves seeing you wear his clothes.
-Max is the type of boyfriend who hypes you up over EVERYTHING.
Maki Zen’in x fem!reader || suggestive , not proofread
“Maki.. we’re going to get caught!” You gasped against her lips, feeling her press you against the nearest wall. Her leg slotted in between yours, and one of her rough hands wandered down your back before slipping under your shirt.
“Don’t care.. just need you right now.” Maki grumbled, her other hand going up to cradle your head, tilting enough to deepen the kiss with repressed hunger.
You were supposed to be training, not subtly grinding on your girlfriend’s thigh and letting her kiss your face off.
By now, Maki’s tongue had moved past your lips and low grunts resonated from her. You both kept kissing until you lost your breath and had to push her away, only a thin string of saliva connecting you both.
Once you were able to breathe again, Maki pulled you closer and resumed her assault on your lips. Whimpers escaped you as Maki begun to suck on your lower lip before moving down to your neck. Her hands had begun to toy with the back of your bra, teasingly undoing the clasps.
Your lips were swollen, wet hickeys on your neck and collarbone, bra barely secure. You could tell she wanted to go further — the hungry look in her eye said it all.
With only one clasp left on your bra, she was so close—
“Makiiii! Nobara said you were training out here!” Yuji yelled cheerfully, looking around the training field for finally seeing Maki.
You jumped and tried to hide your body from behind Maki, adjusting your uniform so it could cover the hickeys that littered your upper half.
Maki turned around, crossing her arms. “What is it Yuji?” She asked with an annoyed expression.
“N-nothing!!” Yuji yelled before quickly running away, leaving you both alone.
“uh… why is sensei doing push-ups?” yuji asks, when he, nobara, and megumi enter the classroom.
satoru’s pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups weren’t enough. but even then, he’s barely breaking a sweat. and he’s grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.
his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.
“i upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,” he pants, “punishment fits the crime.”
he really is right where he wants to be.
megumi doesn’t even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.
“how many does he have to do?”
“a hundred,” you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. “he’s on seventy-two.”
his grin widens. “you know, this isn’t a challenge for me. why don’t you sit on my back, sweetheart?”
you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. “i know what you want, and you don’t deserve my touch.” you push his head down so he’s facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. “only twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.”
if his heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.
god, was he down bad.
“… call us when you’re done,” megumi says, already out of the classroom.
silly thought inspired by this video HAHA can you tell he makes me a little a lot insane
warnings: s3!maki, arm thirst, fem!reader, biting, thigh riding
Your girlfriend was hot. There was no doubt in your mind about it.
You've always thought she was perfect, but ever since Shibuya, she's looked… different. She's bigger now, stronger, rougher, and everything about her makes your thighs squeeze together in need when you're around her, heat pooling in your core.
And her arms.
They've gotten so much bigger now, defined muscles flexing with every movement, straining and bulging as she does things. She's caught you staring a few times, practically salivating, your eyes glued to her exposed skin.
Each time she notices, you look away so fast she's surprised you haven't gotten whiplash yet, face on fire as you look anywhere but her, desperately avoiding her puzzled gaze.
And to make matters worse, she's started wearing these tight, black tops, ones with no sleeves, ones that leave her arms completely on display for you.
All. The. Time.
It reaches a point where you just can't take it anymore, you can't sit around watching her exist when she looks that good. When her arms look that perfect and that delicious, just waiting to be bitten. So you decide to do something about it.
The slam of the front door being shut lets you know that Maki's home, and you slip out of bed to go find her. She's been working harder missions recently, coming back later and later, normally finding you tucked into bed by the time she gets home.
Tonight, you're dressed the same as you usually are, one of Maki's old, oversized T-shirts draped over your frame. You creep into the living room searching for her, feet padding softly across the floor, one hand coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
You find Maki sprawled on the sofa, arms stretched across the back, head tipped back and eyes shut as she sighs from exhaustion. She doesn't notice when you enter the room, her eyes only fluttering open when you're standing in front of her, hands bracing on her shoulders as you straddle her thigh, one of your legs slotting in between hers.
"I missed you," you whisper, not wanting to shatter the peace of the moment.
You press closer when Maki's hands come to rest on your hips, strong arms flexing as her hands squeeze. She exhales, long and slow, like seeing you has instantly drained all the tension from her body. "Missed you more."
You lean in, breath ghosting over her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck. Maki sighs into the kiss, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush. When you pull back, her lips instinctively chase yours, but you don't let her reach you, leaning back and giggling when she growls in frustration.
Your forehead presses against hers, lips barely brushing, breathing each other in. Just as Maki tilts her head to kiss you again, you lean away and press your lips to her shoulder instead, over the material of her top. As usual, she's wearing one of her tight, sleeveless tops, your mouth practically watering as your eyes greedily drink in all of that smooth, defined skin on display. Your thighs clench together, something she definitely feels from where hers is sandwiched in between yours.
She looks at you in surprise, not expecting the sudden move. Your gaze flicks up to meet Maki's, a soft smile on your face as you look up at her, pressing a kiss to her jaw before ducking back down again. You lift her right arm slightly, bringing it closer to your face. Maki lets you move her as you please, mouth tilted in a confused smile as she peers down at you.
The first press of your lips against her skin has her letting out a soft sigh, her free hand resting on your waist, keeping you steady.
"What're you doing, sweetheart?" she questions, arm twitching as you run your lips over her scarred skin.
"Nothing…" Your eyes flick up to meet hers, mock innocence painted over your face before you sink your teeth into her arm.
"The fuck—" Maki hisses and tries to yank her arm away, but your hold doesn't loosen, not letting her pull back. When you release her, you lean back a little to admire the mark you've made, a perfect imprint from your teeth left, purpling around the edges.
"Sorry," you smile sweetly up at her, and for a second she almost believes your act, almost, "your arms just look so good."
"Fuck," she groans, gasping when she feels you grind against her thigh, a tiny movement so subtle you thought she wouldn't notice. But she does, Maki always does.
You've completely soaked through your panties at this point, clit throbbing as you continue to lavish her arm with attention. She smirks at you, her free hand gripping your hip tightly and pulling you harder against her thigh as she tenses it, bouncing her leg a little.
Your nails dig into her skin and you cry out, your needy cunt desperately searching for friction. Maki can tell you’re getting close, so she uses her grip on your hip to still your movements, kissing you softly when you whine in protest.
She lifts her arm, flexing it for you, smirking as your breath hitches and your jaw drops. Her bicep is covered in hickeys, bite marks littered all over her skin. She squeezes your hip to bring your attention back to her face, and you shudder at the dangerous glint in her eyes.
ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! sub!yuuta, dom!maki, dom!fem!reader, threesome, inexperienced!yuuta, perv!yuuta, college!au (everyone is adults), bisexual!maki & reader, premature ejaculation, blowjob, unprotected sex, p in v, face riding, cum eating, maki is mean, you're kinda mean too, yuuta likes it, you & maki are popular, yuuta is a cute loser, yuuta is sensitive, use of nicknames for yuuta (love, puppy, good boy, pervert), nobody is drunk - maybe like one drink each :p
ˏˋ°•*🕸 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ it's a great day to be bisexual! not me disappearing for two weeks then dropping a NOVEL. this is so long...i'm sorry (or not if you like that) (you can skip to the 1st divider for when the smut starts if you want! 2nd divider is when they fully f/ck) also i'm so behind...kinktober is def gonna bleed into nonstop nut november. but i still plan to write everything dw! sorry for the delay, but now you get yuuta AND maki, so that makes up for it a bit.
bitte schön, enjoy ;).˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
You and Maki are out of Yuuta’s league... by a long shot. Confident, gorgeous, top of the class, always together, holding each others’ love interests to the highest standards – anyone in your school would consider themselves lucky if you or Maki were to look at them twice.
And Toge knew how hot Yuuta found you – both of you. Frankly, it was hard for Toge to tell which one of you made him blush harder when you’d walk by, because seeing one of you without the other was a once-in-a-blue-moon sighting. Yet whenever Toge would nudge Yuuta to warn him of your approach, giving him that little smirk as if to say, “C’mon, say hi to them! You know you want to”, Yuuta’s eyes would go wide and he’d give Toge a death glare, silently begging him to not make things obvious.
Yuuta may be shy and socially awkward, but he’s anything but stupid; he knows how things like this work. He’d be damned before he’d embarrass himself trying to shoot his shot with either of the two most popular girls in the class and getting instantly shut down.
But tonight, Yuuji, an acquaintance of Toge and Yuuta’s from the class below them, is hosting a post-midterm party at his place, meaning there’s a lot of alcohol in Toge’s system - and he can be prone to being a little shit.
So when he stumbled out of the bathroom to see you and Maki giggling and pulling each other into the guest room next to Yuuji’s room, Toge simply couldn’t help himself. He whipped out his phone, grinning devilishly as he staggered down the hallway, texting his best friend to meet him at the guest room immediately - there was a surprise there ;)
Yuuta approached the room assuming that Toge was in there, maybe with more shots in hand that Yuuta would have to talk him out of doing.
Now imagine his surprise when he creaked open the door to find you straddling Maki, seated on the edge of the bed, both of you giggling softly in between kisses as you made out.
Of course, Yuuta’s first instinct was to slam the door shut – what else would he do? He’s not a creep!
And yet, here he stands now. A full minute has passed, and he’s frozen in place, staring dumbly through the open slit in the door, contemplating what to do. How did he get here? Did Toge know that you and Maki were in here? He must have, right?
Yuuta feels his palms growing sweaty as he watches Maki’s hands travel to your butt, roughly pulling you closer against her. Were you and Maki dating? He feels heat swirl in his stomach as you grab at Maki’s - now messy - ponytail, pulling her head back, making her moan lowly. How did nobody know this? Yuuta didn’t even know either of you were gay!
You whisper something in Maki’s ear, and Yuuta watches Maki’s eyebrows perk up in interest. Yuuta tries to calm his breathing as he finds himself leaning forward subconsciously, as if trying to hear what you’re whispering. He’s white knuckling the door handle, pushing it open just a millimeter more. Yuuta bites his lip as he hears you laugh against Maki’s neck, and watches Maki smile dangerously, before her eyes shoot to the door, locking with Yuuta’s.
It takes him almost a full second to process this. When he finally does, he nearly jumps out of his skin, gasping sharply.
“I–I’m sorry!” He yelps, slamming the door so fast he catches his shirt in it. He tries to run, but gets yanked back, opening the door again in a panic to get it out.
“Yuuta, stop. Don’t leave.”
Your voice isn’t raised – you simply say it out loud – but it catches Yuuta’s ears so sharply that there’s nothing he can do but freeze in place, hand on the doorknob, face concealed just behind the crack, his heart beating out of his chest.
You know his name?
After another ten seconds of Yuuta standing behind the crack in the door, panicking over what to say, his face hidden, you and Maki look at each other before laughing out loud.
“Come on, don’t be shy now. We already saw you,” you call out sweetly.
“Come in,” Maki echoes.
Slowly, inch by inch, the door creaks open, revealing Yuuta, his cheeks burning, eyes wide and panicked like prey, frantically darting back and forth between you and Maki. At this point, you’ve pulled yourself off of Maki’s lap, and are sitting next to her at the foot of the bed.
Yuuta clears his throat, trying to form his defense, but the only thing that comes to mind is, “I-I…I didn’t mean to–”
“Come in,” Maki repeats, “Don’t just stand there gawking. Or did you not hear me?”
Yuuta is confused to say the least, but finds himself unable to resist either of your commands. As if his body is being controlled by another mind, he takes two shaky steps forward into the room. His hand lingers on the door, looking between you and Maki questioningly.
“What? Are you waiting for a command?” you raise an eyebrow at him, an amused smile etched across your face. “Shut the door.”
Yuuta nods quickly, pulling the door closed behind him. As the handle clicks shut, Yuuta feels his stomach lurch with anxiety. What has he gotten himself into? Are you guys gonna yell at him? Call him a pervert? He has to explain himself.
“I’m so sorry–” he starts, fists opening and closing at his sides. “I-I just…I was.. I just…”
“You-you-you just…?” Maki raises an eyebrow at him. Yuuta shivers, feeling his stomach flip at her tone.
“Was just…w-walking by…I–I didn’t see anything, really! I-I can just go, and–”
“No? You didn’t see anything? You weren’t standing there for the past few minutes watching us make out?”
Yuuta shakes his head rapidly, at a loss for words.
“So did you get a boner the second you passed the door?” You ask him, still smiling, “or were you just walking around the party with it?”
Yuuta gulps, eyes dropping down to his crotch, feeling his cheeks flush with shame at the noticeable tent in his pants. He had been so caught up in his confusion and anxiety that he didn’t even notice himself getting hard.
“Which one is it?” you ask again, still sounding amused. Yuuta doesn’t think he can lift his gaze to meet yours, and even if he could, he doesn’t know who to look at. So he just continues to stare at the ground, fingers grasping at the sides of his t-shirt, trying to pull it down enough to cover his crotch.
“I-I’m sorry,” he blurts out, before mumbling almost inaudibly, “Please don’t tell everyone.”
Yuuta doesn’t have to specify who everyone is – you both know who he means. The entire class – no, the whole school for that matter – would surely eat up a rumor about Yuuta the creep, peeking into rooms at parties and getting boners from watching popular girls make out.
Yuuta can already feel tears of humiliation pricking in his eyes just from thinking about it. The way people will look at him in the hallway, the whispers from under their breaths. The way he will go from being comfortably invisible to being under constant judgement and scrutiny.
For a minute – a whole, long, dreadful minute – the room is left blanketed in silence; one so suffocating that it draws the tears from Yuuta’s eyes, leaving them running down his hot cheeks in shameful little trails.
“Look at us,” Maki commands him. Yuuta grits his teeth and forces himself to raise his head, lip wobbling with the effort of trying to hold in any audible noises of distress. You and Maki leave Yuuta in suspense for another painful ten seconds before you look at each other, smile, and burst out laughing.
“Oh, you poor thing,” You spring up off the bed, making Yuuta jump like a bunny, before making your way across the room to him and taking his hand in yours. Yuuta feels his stomach flip with excitement again at the warm feeling of your hand in his, and he hardly can process what’s happening as you drag him behind you towards the bed. “Were we too mean to you? Huh?”
“Oh please, we were not. He was the one creeping on us,” Maki reminds you as you push Yuuta down onto the bed, mumbling a quick “sit,” to him.
“Yeah, but look at him, he’s crying,” you coo at him like he’s a cold, wet animal on the side of the street. “I’m sorry, Yuuta, did we make you cry?” you pout at him as you wipe the tears from his face, and Yuuta frantically grasps at the bedding in his hands, stiffening up at your touch. It feels so nice against his face, but he’s still so anxious, and he really can’t tell if you’re messing with him or not. But the way your soft fingers stroke against his skin is rendering his brain completely unable to work out your motive.
“Yeah, but look, he’s still hard. Don’t feel too bad for him,” Maki sneers at him, gesturing to his crotch. Yuuta mentally curses his body for being so out-of-step with his brain right now, and frantically grabs at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it down.
“Stop that, it’s okay,” you swat his hands away, accidentally brushing against Yuuta’s bulge in the process, and Yuuta jerks, letting out an audible whimper. Your eyes light up as Yuuta clamps a hand over his mouth and you turn to Maki, ecstatically. “Maki, did you hear that?? He’s sensitive!”
“Of course he is, he’s probably never been laid before,” Maki scoffs, crawling closer to Yuuta on the bed before leaning down towards him a bit, her low-cut cowl-neck top putting her cleavage on full display. Yuuta swallows thickly, feeling himself twitch in his pants, and tries to look anywhere else. “Am I right, Yuuta? Are you a virgin?”
Yuuta shakes his head no, cheeks flushing harder, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in his hands. He’s not lying – he technically lost his virginity during his freshman year of college to a girl in his debate club. However, it was a terrible experience. She had expected him to throw her onto the bed and boss her around, have his way with her, and Yuuta had panicked, having no idea what to do or say. He was way too nervous about his performance to enjoy a single second of it. He didn’t even cum – he’s pretty sure she didn’t, either – but he technically isn’t a virgin.
Maki doesn’t seem to believe him, though.
He knows this because she raises a scrutinizing eyebrow at him and says, “I don’t believe you.”
“I-..I’m not, though…” Yuuta stutters.
“Yeah? So you’re experienced, huh? You know how to make a girl feel good?”
Yuuta blushes again, lowering his head, his lip still wobbling from the anxiety.
“Maki, stop it, you’re being too mean. Look at him, he’s gonna cry again! Poor thing,” You place your hand on Yuuta’s thigh, rubbing up and down gently. You intend it as a comforting gesture, but Yuuta’s cock jumps at the contact, and his hands fly to cover his face as he lets out an embarrassing noise.
Yuuta stays hidden behind his hands while you and Maki whisper to each other for a minute. He peeks through his fingers to look at your hand on his thigh – your delicate fingers with your pale pink acrylic nails, rubbing soothing circles into his thigh just inches from his crotch. Yuuta feels a fresh wave of blood rush to his groin at the thought of what your hand would look like higher up, rubbing your thumb over his bulge instead of his leg. Or under his pants – what would your pretty fingers look like wrapped around his cock?
Yuuta whines into his hands at the thought, his hips bucking up against his will, and it snaps you and Maki out of your whisper session. You give one last look at each other before you each take one of his hands, gently peeling them away from his face. Yuuta sniffles, eyes darting nervously between yours and Maki’s.
Maki wears a twisted smile on her face, almost like she’s seen something disgusting, and yet it’s intriguing her nonetheless. Your expression is different but equally disconcerting - like he’s a pet and you’re about to act on your cuteness aggression; like you want to eat him.
You open your mouth, and Yuuta squirms with anxiety, but whatever he expected you to say flies out the window when you ask,
“Do you want to fuck us?”
Yuuta doesn’t fully process that this is really happening - regardless of his eager yes - until you’re pressed flush on his lap, your lips meeting his, grinding against his bulge. Yuuta’s eyes blow wide and he moans into your mouth, his hips bucking up to meet yours. He tries to focus on kissing you back, scared you’re gonna taste his inexperience on your tongue and change your mind, but the pressure against is cock is already rendering him unable to focus.
Yuuta’s lips go slack against yours as he pants desperately into your mouth, his head starting to lull back against the headboard at the feeling.
“Aren’t you gonna kiss me back?” you whisper, smiling against his lips.
“I-I can’t, I–fuck…it’s a lot…S-slow down, please?”
Yuuta lets out a relieved breath as your hips still against his bulge, and Maki laughs out loud.
“Damn, she’s not even doing anything yet. A little grinding and you’re already going dumb? How touch starved are you?”
Yuuta drops his head in embarrassment, mumbling out an apology, and you cup his face in your hands, raising it up so his eyes meet yours. “Heyy, don’t be sad. It’s okay! We can go slow, don’t worry,” you smile at him, pressing a kiss to his nose.
Yuuta feels himself melt under your gaze, never having had someone be this kind or gentle with him – and it’s not just someone, it’s you. He clears his throat, trying to keep himself grounded. “C-can…can we try again?” He looks up at you, big eyes so hopeful, and you have to fight to swallow down your urges for the time being. “...Really wanna kiss you,” he adds softly.
“Of course we can,” you gently tilt his head up and press your lips against his. Now that you’ve stilled yourself against him, Yuuta can actually focus, and god, he didn’t know kissing could feel this good. Your taste is intoxicating – he feels dizzy as you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he grips the sheets again to ground himself.
He jumps when he feels Maki start to slide herself behind him, settling down between him and the headboard with her legs on either side of him, his back pressed against her chest. He tries to remain calm and focus on kissing you, even as he feels Maki’s boobs pressing against his shoulder blades. Maki wraps her hands around him, gently caressing his stomach through his shirt. Yuuta loses his rhythm again, moaning against your mouth, and you pull away.
“No, please-” Yuuta leans forward, chasing after your lips.
“Shhh,” you shush him, pressing a finger to his lips, and Maki pulls him back against her. Yuuta pouts, already missing your taste. “Relax. Be patient.” Your hands fall to the bottom of your shirt, starting to pull it up. Yuuta’s eyes widen and he bites his lip in anticipation - he doesn’t even notice Maki pulling up his own shirt until it reaches his armpits.
“Arms up,” she instructs him, and he listens without thinking, letting her pull his shirt up over his head.
Yuuta feels a slight twinge of embarrassment at being shirtless in front of his two crushes, but it quickly dissolves at the sight in front of him. You’re not wearing a bra, as it would have ruined the look of your backless going-out top, and Yuuta feels himself go dumb at the sight of your chest. He stares like an idiot, looking like he got factory-reset, and all of his data is still uploading into his brain.
“What? Never seen boobs before?” You smile at him, and when he doesn’t respond after a moment, you reach forward to tweak one of his nipples. Yuuta jolts, letting out a whine, but he can’t bring himself to look away.
“No, I-I have,” he mumbles defensively, his cheeks flushing harder.
“Okay, then breathe,” you laugh at him, leaning in to kiss him again.
“...You’re just really pretty,” he mumbles against your lips. “...that’s all.”
You pull away for a second just to meet his eyes, the innocent sincerity behind his compliment making your heart swell in your chest. “Thanks,” you whisper, “so are you.”
“Eugh, so sappy,” Maki glances at Yuuta’s hands, still white-knuckling the bed sheets. “You know you can touch her, right?” she whispers in his ear.
Yuuta just blinks, shivering at her breath against his neck.
“C-can I?” he whispers to you.
“Of course you can, Yuuta,” you smile warmly at him. The way his name rolls off your tongue combined with Maki grabbing his hands and bringing them up to cup your boobs makes his stomach swirl with heat. He squeezes them gently, making you grind against his lap at the feeling.
“Ngh,” Yuuta whines, kneading them more. “S-So soft.”
“They’re nice, huh?” Maki whispers to him. “You’re lucky you get to touch them, you really don’t deserve it.” Her hands settle on Yuuta’s chest, tweaking both of his nipples again. He jolts, squeezing your boobs harder at the intensity. “You should thank her.”
“T-Thank you,” He stutters out against your lips, “thank you.”
“Of course, Yuuta.”
You continue to let him play with your boobs as you kiss him, but you scoot yourself back off of his bulge when you notice Maki’s hands making their way downward.
Yuuta whines in protest at the lack of pressure, bucking his hips up.
“Shhh. Be patient, love,” you remind him, trailing your kisses across his face, down to his jaw, and onto his neck.
Yuuta pants, throwing his head back against Maki’s shoulder.
“Feeling good?” you whisper to him.
“Uh-...uh-huh…” Yuuta nods his head, not trusting himself with words. He bites his lip hard to suppress the loud noise that bubbles up in his throat as Maki’s hands come to play with the button of his pants.
“Is this okay?” you whisper to him between kisses against his sensitive skin, “Can we take off your pants?”
Yuuta feels nervous, especially with the way Maki has been teasing him, but your soft words in his ear are like a spell, and he doesn't think he can do anything to disagree with you. He nods his head like he’s in a trance, imagining the nice things you’ll say to him for listening to you.
“Good boy,” you whisper to him, just as he imagined. Yuuta squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ignore the way he feels like he could cum just from the combination of Maki’s hands pulling him out of his pants and that phrase coming from your mouth if he let himself.
Yuuta lifts his hips a bit so you and Maki can work his pants (and boxers) down his legs, and you gasp, startling him, and making his hands fly to cover his face.
“Yuuta!” He perks up, shifting one finger on his face so his eye can peek out at you. “It’s so pretty!!”
Yuuta whimpers, covering his eye again, feeling himself blush intensely.
“Maki, look! Look how cute!”
Maki leans over his shoulder, grinning. “Yeah, he’s pretty.”
“Look how pink it is! He’s so hard.”
“Look how much he’s leaking,” Maki bites Yuuta’s ear softly. “It’s dripping down the side already. He’s wet like a girl.”
“Awww, so cute,” you resist the urge to run your finger up his shaft, collecting the excessive precum that’s dripping down.
The way the two of you are talking about him to each other as if he’s not there, or rather, like he’s not on the same level as you, makes his brain turn to mush. You’re treating him like a dog, and as humiliating as it is, Yuuta doesn’t think he’s ever been harder in his life.
You lean down and blow against his cock, and Yuuta gasps, tensing his muscles to keep his hips still.
“Awh, he’s so twitchy, too,” you giggle. “You like being praised? Huh, Yuuta?”
Yuuta fights against his humiliation, nodding rapidly, still finding himself unable to resist following any words that come out of your mouth.
“I think he likes being belittled,” Maki comments. “He’s a little perv and he knows it. He’s lucky just to be here.”
“Noo,” you pout, gently rubbing at Yuuta’s tip with one finger, a choked moan ripping itself from his throat as his cock twitches up hard, chasing your retreating hand.
“Nghhh!”
“He’s a good boy, I can tell. Aren’t you, Yuuta?”
“Please,” Yuuta pants, pushing his hips up at you.
“Please what?” you tilt your head at him.
“Please can you t-touch it? It hurts.”
“See, Maki? He knows how to ask nicely,” Your hand forms a ring around his cock, but you don’t touch it, hovering right around his tip. “You want me to touch you, huh, puppy? It hurts?”
“Yes! Please, please–”
“Don’t move,” Maki whispers sharply, as if reading his mind.
Yuuta fights to not buck up into your hand. You’re so close to touching him!
“I don’t know,” you look up at Maki playfully. “What do you think, Maki? Should I?”
Yuuta feels all of his dignity slipping away, his hips trembling. He watches as another drop of precum beads at his tip.
“Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll be so good for you, please, I need it–I–...oh fuck!”
Yuuta’s eyes roll back into his head as you remove your hand completely, dip your head down, and wrap your lips around his cock, instantly taking half of him into your mouth and sucking hard.
“Fuck, fuck, no w-wait...oh my god, I can't–hah–I-ngghh~" Yuuta’s hands fly to the nearest thing, which happens to be Maki’s thighs wrapped around him, and he grips them tightly, his head falling back on her shoulder. He expected your hand – he really doesn't think he can handle this. He doesn’t even try to control his moans, so blown away at the feeling, and Maki chuckles at the intensity of his response as you allow him to gently fuck himself up into your mouth.
“Do you like it, Yuuta?" Maki whispers in his ear.
"Y-yes but I–ahh- s'too good…I-fuck please...s-slow down!”
You don't listen to him, instead sinking your head lower, taking him all the way into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat. Yuuta's pupils blow wide as he feels his stomach start to tighten.
“Shit, I can’t…wait–fuck–” Yuuta tries to squirm away from your mouth, but Maki throws her legs over his, pinning them down. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing himself to take deep breaths.
“Please, I-I really can’t...m’gonna cum already–”
“You better not cum yet, it’s been ten seconds. Look at her.” Maki bites into Yuuta's neck and he shivers, feeling himself teeter closer to the edge.
He shakes his head, his eyes blurring with tears.
“Hnngh…c-can’t…”
“I thought you were gonna be good for us?” Maki bites down harder and Yuuta wails, squirming in place, but having nowhere to go to escape the onslaught of sensations. He blinks away his tears and glances down at you. At your beautiful face that he’s stared at so many times – probably jerked off to even more times –, at your delicate lips stretched around his thick cock, almost as pink as the gloss you’re wearing at this point, at the way your pretty hands rest on his thighs, gently rubbing at his skin. It’s so lewd. Yuuta moans in disbelief, stuttering out your name as he snaps his head away, feeling his balls tighten.
“Fuck. I can’t, I really c-can’t. G-Gonna cum. Ahhh-please–”
“Look at her,” Maki snarls.
“I can’t!” Yuuta buries his head in her arm, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t, I’m really gonna cum!”
“Don’t you dare. It’s been twenty seconds.”
“I-I can’t help it! I can't!” Yuuta looks down at you, trying to think of anything to stop himself from cumming. But as soon as your eyes shoot up to meet his, he knows he’s fucked. The glint in them is so knowing – like Maki’s words are telling him one thing, but your eyes are telling him another, and he really can’t help it anymore.
Yuuta lets out a pathetic cry as he cums down your throat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The shame of cumming so soon fights for control of his mind against the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling. “Fuuuckk…aahhh-…m’sorry…I’m so s-sorry, ohmygod–ngggh…”
You let him rock his hips up into your mouth as he rides out his orgasm, knowing he really has no control over it, letting his hot cum pool in your mouth, holding it there. After a minute, you pull off, keeping your mouth shut, and give Maki a knowing look, which goes completely over Yuuta’s head.
Yuuta pants, the realization of what happened setting in, and quickly glances at you as you inch closer to him, his stomach flipping with anxiety. “I-I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean t--mmfffhh–” Yuuta’s cut off as Maki grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks as she tilts his head up.
“Open.”
Regardless of his confusion, Yuuta opens his mouth without protest, whining at Maki’s almost painful grip on his jaw.
You lower yourself towards his face, and for a moment, Yuuta thinks you’re going to kiss him. But then you smirk before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, letting Yuuta’s cum drip out of your mouth and straight into his own.
“Nggh-” Yuuta squirms against Maki, but the way she’s pressing on his jaw keeps it open.
“Shhh. Take it. This is what you get for not listening.”
Yuuta sobs in defeat, keeping his tongue out for you as the rest of his cum drips into his mouth. You smile at him sweetly when you're finished, planting a kiss on his forehead, which makes his stomach swirl with warmth.
“Swallow,” you whisper to him. Yuuta wonders if you’re actually a witch, because his body listens to you well before his brain has time to process it.
His face scrunches at the unfamiliar taste, unsure how he feels about it, but as soon as he sees your own face light up, he knows it was worth it.
“Good boy, Yuuta!” You scratch at his head as Maki releases his jaw, and Yuuta lets out a relieved breath, nuzzling his head into your hand.
You press a kiss to his lips and Yuuta melts into it, whining into your mouth. He draws in a shaky breath as you pull away, looking down at his hands. “M'sorry for cumming so soon…”
You were honestly planning on teasing him more, but seeing his face, the tears brimming in his big, sad puppy eyes, you can’t resist comforting him.
“Awwh, it’s okay, love. I know, that was a lot.” You bring your hand to his face, gently rubbing at his cheek, assuming he’s done for the night. You’re a little disappointed, but it was your fault, after all. He did warn you he was gonna cum – many times.
To your surprise, though, Yuuta turns his head and licks your palm.
“C-Can we go again?” he breathes, looking up at you with hooded eyes.
You ignore Maki’s snort of laughter.
“You wanna go again, puppy?” You smile at him, wiping at one of the tears that still hadn’t dried on his cheek. “Are you sure you don’t need a break?”
Yuuta shakes his head rapidly. “No, I can do it! Please. W-wanna go again.”
Yuuta grabs your free hand, feeling a bit bold, and brings it down to his cock, which is already hard again. He shudders as soon as you make contact with it, whining at you, and with the look of pure desperation on his face, you realize you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to.
“Fuck,” you mutter, stroking him lazily, his head falling forward onto your shoulder at the pleasure.
“Please,” he whines in your ear, “Gonna last longer this time. Promise~”
It’s only a matter of minutes until you have Yuuta on his back, both you and Maki stripped naked.
Yuuta had begged both of you to let him help you, but you had refused, forcing him to watch as you slowly stripped each other.
Yuuta has been lazily stroking his cock for the past few minutes now, watching with hearts in his eyes as the two of you undress, taking your time, kissing each other all over, putting on a show for him.
Finally, the two of you pull away from each other and look at him with a smile.
“You wanna keep touching yourself, or do you wanna fuck us?”
Yuuta rips his hand off his cock so fast, as if he thought he could hide what he was doing, bolting upright from his relaxed position against the pillows.
“Please. Please, I’m so ready I-...I’m so hard for you.”
“I can see that,” Maki chuckles at him, slowly crawling into his lap. She stops for a moment, pressing herself against him, breathing out a moan as her clit brushes against his cock. She drops her forehead against Yuuta’s, smirking at him as she rolls her hips again. Yuuta gasps loudly at the contact, practically drooling as he ruts up against Maki’s pussy. His eyes light up hearing her moan again, the thought of him making one of you feel good instead of just the other way around getting him more worked up than he thought was possible.
“Y-You’re so pretty,” he stutters out, fighting to keep his eyes from fluttering shut as she rubs him through her folds, spreading her wetness on his cock.
“I know,” she grins at him, leaning forward to bite at his bottom lip. Yuuta whines loudly, his cock twitching hard.
“Please. P-Please, Maki–I need it,” He dumbly ruts his cock up against her, waiting for her to slip him inside, but to his dismay, she simply chuckles again, pushing on his chest until he’s laying down closer to flat, propped up on the two pillows you had slipped behind him without him noticing.
“Relax. Lay down.” Yuuta’s eyes dart down to her eagerly as she crawls up his chest, approaching his head.
“Gonna sit on your face, puppy. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
Yuuta’s eyes light up, feeling himself salivate.
“Oh god. Please. Please, I want it so bad, Maki, I–ngggh~” Yuuta’s desperate pleading is cut off with a moan as you rub yourself against his cock, having climbed into his lap in Maki’s place, and Yuuta breathlessly whines out your name. “Oh my god, I–please…”
At this point, Maki turns herself around so she’s hovering over Yuuta’s face, facing you. Yuuta looks up at Maki – her gorgeous thighs spread around his head, her beautiful pussy just half a foot above his face, visibly glistening with slick –, he looks down at you – straddling him, full body on display, slowly rolling your hips against his bare cock, your wetness mixing with the precum that’s been steadily dripping down his cock, your hands gently caressing his stomach – and he squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself not to cum right then and there. This is probably the only time in his life that this is going to happen to him – he can not fuck it up again.
Maki dips her pussy down towards his lips, just enough for him to plant a desperate kiss on her clit, before she raises them up again, giggling.
“Please,” Yuuta breathes out, heat surging through his stomach.
You line yourself up with him, pushing just the very tip inside, just enough to clench around him a bit, before pulling him out.
“Fuck, fuck– please!” Yuuta feels his eyes blur with tears again, reaching his breaking point.
"Please what, Yuuta? You wanna fuck us?" You goad him as he nods rapidly. "Which one of us?"
"Both! N-Need you both," He pants.
"So greedy," Maki leers at him.
“Please, I’ll do anything. If you don’t fuck me, I-I’m gonna die–mpppfhhh~”
Before he can even process it, you sink yourself fully onto his cock, right as Maki lowers herself onto his face. Yuuta can’t do anything but moan helplessly into her pussy, his hips bucking up into yours.
“Fuuck~” You and Maki moan out at the same time, falling forward onto each other.
“Yuuta, you feel so fucking good,” you praise him as you roll your hips, grinding yourself deeper on his cock. “You fit so perfectly. Feel how wet I am for you?”
Yuuta whines against Maki’s folds, hands flying up to desperately grip at the backs of her thighs. Your praise goes straight to his head, and he cries more tears of pleasure, utterly overwhelmed at everything going on. Maki’s pussy in his face, yours wrapped around his cock – he briefly wonders if he died on the way to the party tonight, and was now in heaven.
The pleasure is so overwhelming that it’s hard to think – much less to eat pussy – but he forces himself to concentrate, desperately needing to please.
He pulls his head back slightly, kitten licking at Maki’s clit before he presses his lips to it softly, kissing it twice before latching onto it and swirling his tongue. His constant moans as you bounce yourself on his dick are vibrating against Maki’s core, making her eyes flutter shut.
“Oh fuck, Yuuta,” she moans against your mouth as you capture her lips in a heated kiss. “Who–ahhh…who trained you this good, puppy?”
Yuuta pulls back for a second, panting, his mouth a mess, his eyes completely glazed over with lust. Every time he opens his mouth, another moan is forced out of it. “N-No one…nnnnhh….” he whines loudly, licking a lewd stripe down Maki’s pussy, lapping up the wetness from between her folds. “J–hah–j-jus’ really wanna make you feel good…”
“Aww, see Maki?” your hands come up to cup her boobs, the way they’re bouncing in front of you as she rocks herself against Yuuta’s mouth putting you in a trance. “T-Told you he was a good boy.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Maki grinds herself harder against Yuuta’s face, leaning in to kiss you again.
The whole scene is a lot, even for you. Maki moaning into your mouth, the view of her arched over Yuuta’s face, the way he’s whining against her, helplessly rocking his hips up to meet you, combined with the way his cock fills you up so good, noticeably twitching inside you – you feel yourself getting close a lot faster than expected.
You slow your bouncing, opting to grind on his dick instead, sunk all the way down, leaning far enough forward to rub your clit against him.
“Fuck, Yuuta. Gonna make me cum soon,” you moan out, clenching around him.
Yuuta feels himself go dizzy at the way you clamp around him, his mouth disconnecting from Maki’s pussy as he lets out a long, breathy moan, his eyes starting to roll back into his head.
“Oh god… yes… please, w-wanna make you cum so bad…haaah…I-I’m close too, f-feels so good…”
“Keep using your mouth how you’re supposed to or I’ll stop,” you lie, grinning against Maki’s mouth, “if you cum before Maki does, this is never happening to you again.”
Fueled by the novel idea of the chance of this happening again, Yuuta squeezes his eyes shut, whining out through gritted teeth, feeling the knot in his stomach start to tighten. “Oh fuck, m’trying…s’hard to focus, I–ngghh…m-might cum again…ffuuck…”
“Just stick out your tongue, then." Maki rolls her eyes at his helplessness. "Dumb puppy.”
Yuuta nods eagerly at this, obediently sticking out his tongue, and Maki drops her weight onto his face, grinding herself down while Yuuta lays there dumbly, letting her fully ride his face.
Yuuta feels his brain going fuzzy as his cock starts to twitch harder, heat pooling stronger in his tummy. He doesn’t know what to do – it’s all too much for him – so he lays there like a good boy with his tongue out, letting the two of you use him to get off.
Yuuta really is lucky tonight. Because just as he’s starting to realize that he can’t hold it in any longer, he feels Maki’s thighs clamp around his head as she starts to tremble, only a few seconds before he feels you clench around his cock, grinding yourself harder against him.
“Oh fuck–I’m cumming,” Maki grips your arms, dropping her head against your shoulder.
“Me t-too–oh my god–” you grip her just as hard, tensing up around Yuuta’s cock as you finally feel the knot in your stomach snap. You and Maki moan into each others’ necks as you ride out your orgasms on Yuuta, panting heavily.
With the way you’re clenching around his cock, and the way Maki’s pussy is twitching against his mouth, Yuuta doesn’t stand a chance.
He can’t even warn you as he’s thrown into the most intense orgasm of his life; toes curling, eyes fully rolling back into his head as he paints your walls white, his hips rocking up into you desperately as he rides out his high. All he can do is cry at the pleasure, moaning out in between sobs, his tongue still out and completely covered in Maki.
A good minute or two passes before any of you move. It takes Yuuta tapping frantically at Maki’s thigh, realizing that he really can’t breathe all that well, for Maki to lift herself off of him with a breathless laugh.
Yuuta gasps for air, whining out and tensing up as you slowly slide yourself off of his cock, the oversensitivity finally kicking in.
He pushes himself up on his elbows, looking utterly stupefied. Glancing back and forth dumbly between the two of you as if the act of doing so was gonna make the right words appear in his head.
He’s still panting heavily, mouth drenched with spit and cum, his cock weeping against his stomach and in no better shape. His thighs are shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, and he watches as you and Maki sit yourselves down in front of him, Maki leaning her head against your shoulder as you both catch your breath.
Yuuta swallows the lump in his throat, drawing in a deep, shaky breath before he mutters, “T-Thank you~”
You’d been asking him for twenty minutes, shamelessly relentless, until Toji finally let out a heavy sigh and shifted over you. Even then, he refused to give you his full weight. He braced his knees on the mattress on either side of your head, his thick, scarred thighs framing your vision as he hovered just inches above your mouth.
"You're annoying, you know that?" he grumbled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration in the dark room.
You didn't answer, just tilted your chin up and caught him. The moment your tongue swiped firmly against his slick heat, the tension in Toji's heavy frame snapped. He didn't stay hovering for long. As you worked your tongue in broad, demanding strokes, his hips started to drop. He began grinding down against your mouth, a slow, desperate roll of his hips that forced you deeper against his center.
His breathing roughened, turning into sharp, jagged hitches. He gripped the headboard, his knuckles turning white as he chased the friction. You added two fingers, sliding them inside and hooking upward. Toji's breath hitched violently. He was practically riding your face now, his heavy muscles twitching with every frantic thrust of his hips as he ground down onto your tongue.
Then, without warning, his entire body stiffened up.
Toji let out a sharp, breathless gasp. His back arched, and a sudden, heavy rush of hot fluid sprayed directly across your mouth and cheeks. It wasn't just a leak; he was actively squirting, his internal muscles pulsing frantically around your fingers as the sheer volume of it coated your lower face.
The room went dead silent, save for the sound of his ragged breathing.
Toji froze completely. The strength gave out in his arms, and he dropped down, his knees taking his weight as he stared blindly at the wall. He looked down at you, his usually sharp green eyes blown wide in absolute, stunned disbelief. He was completely speechless, a dark flush rapidly climbing up his thick neck and spreading across his scarred chest. He just stared at the wet mess on your face, his mouth slightly parted, trying to process what his body had just done.
You pulled your fingers out slowly and swiped the back of your hand across your chin, catching the slick fluid. You looked up at his shocked, flushed face and smirked.
"Damn, Toji," you said, your voice low and cocky. "Didn't know I could work you out like that."
His jaw snapped shut. For a long, heavy second, he just stared at the wet mess covering your lower face. The deep red flush burned all the way to the tips of his ears.
"Shut up," he finally grated out, his voice a full octave lower than usual, completely raw. He dragged a heavy hand down his face, deliberately breaking eye contact. "Don't act like you did something special. I just... it's been a long week."
You didn't wipe the smirk off your face, letting your eyes drop meaningfully to where his thighs were still trembling against the mattress.
"Stop looking at me like that," he snapped, though the harshness of his tone was completely ruined by the way his breath caught at the end of the sentence. He shifted his weight, suddenly hyper-aware of his own body and the undeniable evidence he'd left all over you. He reached down, his large, calloused thumb aggressively wiping at your chin and cheek, trying to scrub away the proof. "Wipe your damn face. You look stupid grinning like that."
You chuckled, catching his wrist and leaning up to kiss the inside of his palm. He flinched, but he didn't pull his hand away.
"I'm serious," he warned, his chest still heaving as he finally forced himself to look back down at you. His green eyes were dark, defensive, but blown wide with lingering heat. "You utter a word of this to anyone, and I'm putting you through a wall. You just caught me off guard. Don't let it go to your head."
He let out a rough, shaky breath, trying to summon his usual intimidating aura, but he was still straddling you, completely laid bare and visibly shaken.
"Now are you gonna get up," he muttered, his voice dropping into a needy, impatient growl as his hips twitched involuntarily against you, "or are you just gonna lay there looking smug all night? Because I still have an ache you need to take care of."
You didn't argue. You just reached up, gripping the back of his thick neck, and pulled him down. He didn't resist, collapsing his heavy frame over yours. He caught your lips in a quick, rough kiss, tasting the salt and slick of himself on your mouth without a single complaint.
He broke the kiss just as fast, turning his head to bury his flushed face deep into the crook of your neck. He let out a long, heavy exhale, his massive chest expanding against yours as he snuggled closer, his solid weight pinning you to the mattress. He was still trembling slightly, his arms wrapping around your shoulders in a tight, grounding hold.
"Just shut up and touch me," he mumbled into your skin, the last of his fight completely drained out of him.
satoru .g
The sheets were a tangled wreck underneath you both. You were twisted up in a breathless 69, Satoru’s ridiculously long legs straddling your shoulders while his face hovered right over your hips. He had your cock in his hand, his lips parted to finally take you in, but the second your tongue swiped firmly against his slick heat, his jaw just slacked.
He was far too distracted by what you were doing to his pussy to actually focus on sucking your dick. He tried, ducking his head down, but as you dragged your tongue right over his most sensitive spot, he let out a sharp gasp and lost his grip entirely. He ended up just panting hot air against your thighs, his long fingers abandoning their task to twist deeply into your hair instead.
"Hold on, let me—ah!" Satoru gasped, a breathless, exhilarated laugh bubbling out of him as he failed to focus for the third time. "You’re doing that on purpose. You’re not even letting me start."
You didn't let up. You gripped his thighs, holding him steady as you worked your tongue in broad, demanding strokes. Satoru was incredibly vocal, his hips rolling eagerly and shamelessly against your mouth as he completely surrendered to the sensation. The room was filled with the wet, heavy sounds of the friction and his ragged breathing.
He arched his lower back, pushing himself deeper against your face. You took the invitation, sliding two fingers deep inside him and hooking upward to hit that internal sweet spot, keeping a relentless, punishing pace with your tongue.
Satoru’s breath hitched violently. He completely abandoned the idea of the 69, his head dropping back against the mattress as he practically rode your face. His long frame arched completely off the bed, his thighs trembling uncontrollably against your cheeks as the overstimulation built up higher and faster than he was ready for.
"Yeah, right there," he stuttered out, his voice pitching higher. "Don't stop, don't—fuck!"
A violent, full-body shudder ripped through his long frame as the last of his control completely broke.
Satoru let out a loud, sharp cry, his fingers pulling taut against your scalp. His hips buckled hard, and a sudden, heavy rush of hot fluid sprayed directly across your mouth, chin, and cheeks. He was shaking, his internal muscles clenching in frantic, wet waves around your fingers, completely coating your lower face.
He collapsed down onto your legs, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. For a split second, there was total silence in the room, except for the sound of the bed creaking.
Then, Satoru shot up. He pushed himself onto his hands, craning his neck to look down at your face. His bright blue eyes were blown incredibly wide, but there wasn't a single hint of embarrassment in them. Instead, a massive, thrilled grin broke out across his flushed face.
"Holy shit!" he laughed out loud, completely breathless and amazed. "Did I just do that?!"
You pulled your fingers out slowly, swiping the back of your hand across your slick chin. You looked up at his wide, excited eyes and smirked, your tone perfectly cocky and satisfied.
"Damn, Satoru," you teased, your voice low. "Didn't know I could make you flood like that. Look at the mess you made."
"Are you kidding?! That was incredible!" he beamed, completely unashamed of the sheer volume of slick covering your face.
He shifted his long frame immediately, abandoning the 69 entirely to slide his legs down and fully straddle your waist. He leaned down over you, practically vibrating with lingering adrenaline, and didn't even hesitate before pressing a wet, messy kiss right to your lips. He tasted himself on you without a second thought, his tongue swiping lazily at the corner of your mouth.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his flush deepening but his grin turning distinctly teasing. He reached out, tapping a finger right on your slick chin.
"You look really good wearing me, by the way," he hummed, his tone playfully arrogant. He let out a happy, exhausted sigh and dropped his weight, snuggling his face right into the crook of your neck. His heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against your chest, and his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders.
"You're an absolute genius," he murmured happily against your collarbone, his hips still twitching involuntarily against you. "But now I have to clean up my mess. So lay back, because it's my turn to focus... and I'm going to take my sweet time draining you completely dry."
choso. k
You had him pulled right to the edge of the mattress, his back flat against the sheets while you knelt on the floor between his legs. It was an incredibly vulnerable position, and Choso was visibly hesitant. His hands were gripping tightly at the bedsheets, his knuckles turning stark white, and every time you leaned in even an inch, his thighs would reflexively try to snap shut against your sides.
"Wait," he breathed, his voice tight and nervous. A dark, heavy blush was already dusting his pale cheeks, spreading down his neck and over his collarbones. "It's... I'm already too sensitive right now. Maybe we should just—"
You didn't let him finish. You reached out, gently but firmly catching his wrists, prying his fingers away from the bunched-up fabric of the sheets and pinning his hands flat to the mattress by his sides. Then, you slid your arms under his knees, hooking his pale legs securely over your shoulders. It opened him up completely to your view, leaving him entirely exposed.
Choso let out a shaky, embarrassed whine, turning his head sharply to the side so he wouldn't have to look at you. He squeezed his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling in shallow, nervous hitches.
"Just relax for me," you murmured, leaning in close enough that your breath fanned over his slick skin.
The moment your tongue traced a long, slow, deliberate path right over his center, Choso let out a startled, high-pitched gasp. His entire body jolted like he’d been struck by lightning. He was so incredibly pent-up and sensitive that even the lightest, teasing pressure felt like a massive shock to his system. He tried to squirm backward, instinctively trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but your grip on his hips kept him anchored right at the edge of the bed.
"It's too much," he whimpered, tears immediately welling in his dark eyes and spilling over the bridge of his nose. "Please, I can't... I can't take it, it's too much..."
He was pleading, shaking his head against the pillows, but his body was completely betraying him. Even as he cried out for you to stop, his hips were instinctively bucking upward, his breathing turning into wet, ragged gasps as he chased the very friction he claimed was too intense.
You answered his frantic movements by sliding two fingers deep inside his soaking heat, curling them upward to hit a steady, rhythmic pace while your tongue worked him over without a single ounce of mercy.
Choso became a complete wreck. He was sobbing openly now, sweet, musical sounds of pure sensory overload leaving his lips. His head thrashed against the pillows, his dark hair a tangled, sweat-dampened mess. His stomach muscles jumped and twitched with every stroke of your tongue, the overstimulation rapidly pushing him past the point of rational thought.
"Please!" he sobbed out, his voice cracking as his toes curled so tight they cramped. "Ah! I'm—I'm gonna—!"
A violent, full-body shudder ripped through him as he finally shattered.
Choso let out a loud, ruined wail, his back arching off the mattress so hard he practically lifted himself into the air. A sudden, heavy rush of hot fluid sprayed directly across your face.
The heavy, intense rush of it left him completely drained. His body went limp, collapsing back onto the mattress with a heavy thud. His chest rose and fell in sharp, desperate gasps as the last of the tremors worked their way through his thighs.
All Choso could do was lay there and pant.
Then, Choso slowly opened his tear-filled eyes, peering down at you through his damp lashes, his chest still heaving. When he finally focused on your face—when he saw the sheer volume of slick dripping from your chin and painting your cheeks—his breath hitched violently in his throat.
He froze completely. A look of pure, unadulterated shock washed over his pale features, his lips parting in silent horror. The red flush on his face that seemed to consume him entirely.
You pulled your fingers out with a soft, wet pop, slowly swiping the back of your hand across your slick chin. You looked up at his horrified, flustered face, letting a slow, incredibly self-satisfied smirk cross your lips.
"And here you were begging me to wait," you teased, your voice low and perfectly cocky in the quiet room. "Look at the absolute mess you just made of my face. You must have really been dying for this."
A pathetic, utterly mortified squeak left his throat.
"I—I'm so sorry!" he stammered, his voice trembling with sheer panic, shame, and overwhelming embarrassment. He immediately scrambled upward, his shaking hands reaching out to frantically cup your jaw, his thumbs trying to wipe at your slick-covered cheeks. "I didn't mean to—I don't know what happened! I'm so sorry, you're covered in it, I ruined everything, I—"
You chuckled, catching his trembling wrists to stop his frantic, messy apologies. You leaned forward, tilting his chin up, and pressed a quick, wet kiss right to his trembling lips, tasting the salt and slick of him, shutting him up instantly.
Choso melted into the kiss the second your lips met his, a soft, needy whimper vibrating in the back of his throat. When you pulled back, his eyes were wide and beautifully dazed, his blind panic instantly replaced by a heavy, adoration-filled heat that he couldn't hide.
Before he could find his voice to start apologizing all over again, he just gave up. He slumped forward with a heavy sigh, sliding right off the pillows to wrap his arms tightly around your neck. He buried his burning, tear-stained face deep into the crook of your shoulder, absolutely desperate to hide from your cocky gaze.
"You're terrible," he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and shaky, though he was clinging to you like a lifeline, his bare thighs still trembling where they bracketed your waist. "Please don't look at me right now... just hold me for a second."
mahito
You had him hoisted up onto the edge of the heavy wooden desk, standing squarely between his legs. Mahito was leaning back on his hands, swinging his bare heels against the back of your thighs and giggling that manic, grating laugh of his. He was treating the whole thing like a game, his mismatched eyes bright with chaotic amusement as he looked down at you.
"Is this supposed to be intimidating?" he teased, a wide, stitched grin stretching across his face. He tilted his head, completely unbothered. "C'mon, you look so serious! Are you really going to just stare, or are you actually going to—ah!"
His mocking laughter was completely cut off the second you stepped in close and dragged your teeth lightly up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. You didn't give him what he wanted right away. Instead, you took your time, deliberately teasing him. You mapped out the patchwork lines of his skin with slow, agonizingly light laps of your tongue, completely ignoring his slick center while hovering just inches away from it.
Mahito shifted on the hard wood of the desk, his grin faltering. "Hey. Stop messing around. That tickles."
You smirked against his skin and traced a slow circle just outside his heat, blowing a warm breath over him. Mahito’s breath hitched, a sudden, involuntary shiver running down his spine. His hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter.
"I said stop playing," he grumbled, his voice losing its playful edge, dipping into something much more impatient and needy. "Just do it already!"
"Impatient, aren't we?" you hummed.
Then, you finally gave it to him. You gripped his thighs, your fingers digging firmly into his pale skin to hold him in place, and buried your face against him. The second your tongue swiped firmly and relentlessly against his core, the change in him was instantaneous.
The playful arrogance melted entirely off his face, replaced by a look of wide-eyed, frantic overstimulation. He jerked backward, his spine snapping straight, but you didn't let him retreat. You worked your tongue in sharp, demanding strokes, refusing to let up the pressure. He wasn't used to being overwhelmed, usually twisting and reshaping himself out of any corner, but his body was completely betraying him.
"Wait, wait—stop!" he gasped out, his fingers tangling desperately into your hair. He tried to squirm away, letting out a series of high, breathless whines, but his hips were instinctively bucking forward against your mouth. "I can't—it feels too—!"
You answered his frantic movements by sliding two fingers deep inside his soaking heat, hooking upward to hit that deep, internal pulse.
Mahito’s entire body went completely rigid. His breath caught violently in his throat, his jaw dropping open in a silent scream as the sheer intensity of the overstimulation shattered his chaotic facade. His heels dug sharply into your lower back, his pale thighs trembling uncontrollably against your cheeks.
Then, the tension finally snapped.
A violent, full-body shudder ripped through him. Mahito let out a loud, high-pitched cry, his back arching off the desk as a sudden, splash of warm fluid sprayed onto you.
The heavy rush left him entirely drained. He collapsed forward, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, his forehead coming to rest heavily against the top of your head.
Mahito slowly pushed himself up, blinking rapidly as his dazed eyes finally focused on your face. When he saw the sheer volume of slick dripping from your chin and painting your shirt, his breath caught in his throat.
He froze completely. The manic, unhinged curse was rendered completely speechless. A look of pure, unadulterated shock washed over his patchwork features, his mouth falling open. A dark, violent flush erupted across his pale cheeks, burning right through the stitches on his face and spreading all the way down his neck.
You looked up at his horrified, flustered expression, letting a slow, incredibly cocky smirk cross your lips as you wiped his essence off you. You didn't wipe all of it away, letting him stare at exactly what he’d done.
"Well," you teased, your voice low and deeply satisfied in the quiet room. "That’s certainly one way to finally shut you up."
A pathetic, mortified squeak left his throat.
"You talk all that big game," you continued, stepping into the space between his thighs and crowding him against the edge of the desk. "But you completely flood the second I put a little effort in. Didn't know you had it in you to make such a massive mess of me. Look at you. You made a puddle."
"I—what?!" he stammered, his voice trembling with sheer panic and overwhelming embarrassment. He looked entirely stripped of his usual bravado, his shaking hands hovering in the air as if he didn't know what to do with them. "I didn't—I don't even know what just happened! You—you cheated! You did something weird to me, you must have used a cursed technique, I—!"
You chuckled, catching his trembling wrists to stop his frantic, messy excuses. You leaned forward, tilting his chin up, and pressed a quick, wet kiss right to his trembling lips, tasting the salt and slick of him, shutting his rambling up instantly.
Mahito melted into the kiss the second your lips met his, a soft, needy whimper vibrating in the back of his throat. All the fight left his body. When you pulled back, his eyes were wide and beautifully dazed, his panic instantly replaced by a heavy, pliant heat.
Before he could find his voice to start arguing again, he just gave up. He slumped forward with a heavy sigh, sliding right off the edge of the desk to wrap his arms tightly around your neck. He buried his burning, flushed face deep into the crook of your shoulder, his chaotic energy entirely snuffed out.
"You're so mean to me," he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and shaky, though he was clinging to you like a lifeline, his bare thighs wrapping securely around your waist to hold himself up against you. "Shut up... don't look at me right now... just carry me to the bed."
suguru. g
You had been begging him for weeks. Every time you backed him against a wall, cornered him in the kitchen, or tried to pull him down onto the bed, Suguru would just offer that perfectly serene, frustratingly composed smile of his. He’d brush a hand through your hair, gently kiss your forehead, and murmur, "Soon. I just want it to be the right time and place. We shouldn't rush these things."
He was incredibly private, highly protective of his own vulnerability, and utterly obsessed with maintaining total control over himself and his environment. He hated the idea of feeling exposed or caught off guard.
But tonight, his elegant little excuses had finally run out.
He was seated deep in the plush, dark velvet armchair in the corner of his dimly lit bedroom, his long, dark hair tied back loosely. You were kneeling on the floor right between his parted thighs. Even now, with his legs spread for you, he was trying so hard to maintain that aura of untouchable grace. He rested one elbow on the armrest, his chin propped on his knuckles as he looked down at you through half-lidded, heavy brown eyes.
"Satisfied?" he hummed, his voice smooth and incredibly patronizing. "You’ve been relentlessly impatient, and now you finally have me exactly where you want me. Just do try to be gentle, won't you? I'd prefer not to make a mess tonight."
His arrogant, perfectly constructed little speech died instantly in his throat the second you bypassed his thighs and buried your face directly against his soaking heat. He tried to quickly muffle the sharp gasp that escaped him, biting down hard on his lower lip, but you weren't going to let him stay composed. Not after making you wait this long.
You gripped his thighs, your thumbs pressing firmly into the muscle as you dragged your tongue in long, deliberate, punishing strokes over his center. Suguru tensed violently, his hips involuntarily jerking upward against your mouth as his lower back arched completely off the cushion.
He tried to recover his composure, forcing a shaky exhale through his nose. He reached a trembling hand down, his palm finding the top of your head in a soft, patronizing pat—a desperate attempt to pace you. "Ah... you certainly don't hold back, do you?" his voice wavered, entirely losing its smooth edge. "That's... slow down a little, sweetheart, I can't—"
But the gentle head pat immediately turned into a white-knuckled, bruising grip in your hair the second you slid two fingers deep inside him, hooking upward to find the deep, internal ache he’d been so desperately hiding.
Suguru’s facade entirely crumbled. His hips buckled, lifting completely off the velvet cushion as he tried to chase the angle of your fingers.
"Wait, please, you're—ah! God, fuck!" he choked out, his voice cracking into a high, ruined pitch.
He was completely overstimulated, his long, muscular legs trembling violently against your ribs. He tried to pull you closer by your hair and push your shoulders away at the exact same time, his body entirely confused by the sheer volume of pleasure. A ruined, desperate whine tore past his lips, his head throwing back against the chair as his toes curled into the carpet.
Then, the final, stubborn thread of his control snapped.
Suguru let out a loud, melodic cry. His entire body locked up tight, and a sudden, rush of hot fluid met your awaiting mouth, completely coating your tongue in the sudden.
The intense rush of it left him completely hollowed out. He slumped forward in the armchair, his chest heaving with ragged, wet gasps. His hands slipped out of your hair, falling limply into his lap as the last of the intense tremors wracked his frame.
For a long, heavy moment, the only sound in the quiet bedroom was his open-mouthed breathing.
"So this is why you've been avoiding me for weeks," you teased, your voice low and deeply satisfied in the quiet room. "You were terrified I'd make you completely lose your mind. I've never seen anyone drench a chair this fast. Look at what you did to my face."
A pathetic, utterly mortified groan escaped his throat.
"Have a little mercy..." Suguru rasped out, his usually eloquent vocabulary completely deserting him. He looked utterly stripped of his pride, his shaking hands coming up to frantically drag down his burning face. "I had no idea I was even capable of that. God, you're wearing half of it. Please, don't gloat, I'm already entirely humiliated."
You chuckled, catching his trembling wrists and gently pulling his hands away from his face, refusing to let him hide. You leaned forward, crowding into his space between his thighs, and pressed a quick, wet kiss right to his trembling lips.
Suguru melted the second your lips met his, a soft, needy whimper vibrating deep in his chest. All the tension drained out of his rigid posture. When you pulled back just an inch, his brown eyes were wide and beautifully dazed, his intense embarrassment entirely replaced by a heavy, pliant heat.
Before he could try to find his composure again, he just completely surrendered. He slid right off the edge of the armchair, his knees hitting the floor right in front of you as he wrapped his long arms tightly around your neck. He buried his burning, flushed face deep into the crook of your shoulder, his perfectly kept facade completely destroyed and abandoned.
His trembling hand came up, instinctively finding the back of your head to offer a soft, shaky pat—his usual comforting gesture, though right now, he was entirely the one who needed it.
"You win," he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and shaky, though he was clinging to you like a lifeline, his bare thighs bracketing your waist on the floor. "I severely underestimated you. Now just... hold me, and let me pretend this didn't happen."
naoya. z
The bedroom was stifling, the air heavy with the frantic, wet sounds of his undoing. Naoya was pinned against the headboard, his pale legs hooked over your shoulders and his ankles locked behind your neck in an involuntary, white-knuckled grip. His hair was a sweat-slicked mess, and his dark eyeliner was completely ruined, dragged across his cheekbones in jagged streaks by the tears he couldn’t stop.
"Stop... I said stop!" he choked out, his voice cracking. He tried to shove at your shoulders, but his arms were shaking so violently his hands just slid off.
You didn't listen. You gripped his thighs tighter, your fingers digging into his skin, and buried your face back into his soaking heat. While your tongue swirled in heavy, demanding circles over his center, you slid two fingers deep inside him, stretching him wide and hitting that internal sweet spot with a punishing pace.
The double assault was too much for his nerves. Naoya’s entire body spasmed, a sharp, broken cry tearing from his throat. His hips buckled, his muscles clenching greedily around your fingers even as he tried to pull away from the friction.
"Just one more, Naoya," you murmured against his skin, your voice a low vibration that made him sob.
"It’s not... ah!... how you won't stop! You're... ngh!"
He was completely overstimulated, his nerves frayed, yet he arched further into the touch. His toes curled, and his breath came in hitched, needy whines. You increased the pressure, your tongue flickering faster as your fingers worked him into a frenzy.
"One more," you repeated, your teeth grazing him lightly.
"No! No more, please—Aaaah!"
He went rigid, his back arching off the bed as the next wave hit him. His thighs twitched uncontrollably against your ears as his body finally gave up, then came the gush of slick, coating almost the entirety of your lower face.
He let out a ruined, melodic cry, his hands flying up to cover his face in shame. He was sobbing openly now, his frame vibrating with the force of the climax. You finally pulled back, tasting the salt of him on your lips as you looked at the state of him—the smeared makeup, the trembling limbs, and the soaking mess on the bed.
"You're such a pretty mess, baby," you murmured, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from his cheek. "Look at you. All that big talk, and you’re just a leaky little girl for me, aren't you?"
Naoya visibly cringed at the endearment, his lip curling in a sneer that was half-furious and half-shattered. A deep, frantic blush climbed all the way to the tips of his ears. He squinted at you through his glassy, tear-filled eyes, his face a brilliant, humiliated crimson.
"What are you looking at, idiot?" he snapped, though his voice was entirely too shaky to carry any real weight. He squinted at you through his glassy, tear-filled eyes, his face a brilliant, humiliated crimson. "Don't call me that... it's pathetic. I'm not some dumb woman or a bitch for you to talk down to."
"Funny," you teased, your tone perfectly cocky as you deliberately let a drop of his slick run down your chin. "Because you're the one on your back, drenching the sheets because you couldn't handle a little tongue. For someone who hates women so much, you sure do scream like a girl for me."
Naoya visibly recoiled, his lip curling in a sneer that was half-furious and half-shattered. "I do NOT—!"
"You do," you interrupted, leaning in until your nose brushed his. "You’re pouting like a bratty little princess just because I made you lose your mind. It’s cute, Naoya. Really."
"I am NOT cute!" he hissed, his voice cracking with indignity. He reached out with a trembling hand, grabbing your collar and tugging you upward with a weak, desperate jerk. "Wipe your face. You look disgusting. You're filthy, and it’s your fault I’m like this anyway."
Despite the insult, he didn't let go of your shirt. His legs remained wide, his heels digging into the mattress as he pulled you closer. His eyes darted to your zipper with a desperate, impatient hunger that betrayed every word of his bratty protest.
"Well?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a needy, demanding rasp. "Are you just going to stare at me and say stupid things all night, or are you actually going to finish this? I'm not waiting any longer. Hurry up and give it to me."
"Say please, then," you hummed. "Tell me you want it, pretty girl."
"Shut up!" he barked, though he immediately arched his hips back up against you, practically begging for the contact. "Just... just do it! Please, damn you!"
a/n ୭˚. ᵎᵎ forbidden pretty boy has been on my mind for a hot minute — i’ll get to my inbox reqs soon!
“…get.. get the f-fu— guh!” naoya moans, hands fisting in your hair as you harshly sucked his cock, intentionally letting your teeth gently sink into his veiny girth.
you had him pinned down in his mattress, stripped him completely naked, his eyeliner messy — body littered with bite marks and numerous love bites everywhere, legs spread as drool trickled down the side of his mouth at the mix of pleasure and pain on his lower region.
you don’t remember how this started, you were just pent up and needed a release after the intense pressure and bullshit you heard from the elders of the zenin clan. hell — you weren’t even from this clan.
married to one of the zenin women, not out of love but because the zenin desired power and control, and you were vital to keep before someone else took you for their own. but here you were, sucking the future head of the clans cock, having him whimpering your name.
truth be told, this was wrong, very, very wrong. an affair went against your morals, but then again — these people had none when it came to women. you cared for the woman you married, only because of the vow you were meant to uphold, but producing children was against you at this moment in time. maybe down the road, perhaps, but for you, now it was too sudden in your life.
then again, hearing the cocky and arrogant man under you moaning like a bitch in heat, was making your cock swell with anticipation. you let go of his cock from your mouth with a wet ‘pop! and you look up at him, moving to hover over him as you smash your lips into his, and naoya whimpers into your mouth, hands still fisting in your hair as he presses into the messy kiss.
you pull back, looking at him, and you can’t help but think he does look quite pretty, chest heaving and thin tears streaming down the sides of his face.
“..don’t..f-fucking stare..,” he breathes out, pulling you close to his face.
“what do you want then?” you say slowly, eyes scanning his.
“don’t..make me ask.”
“ask for what?”
naoyas expression twists slightly, sighing in annoyance, and you think he looks rather bratty, in a cute sense.
“fuck me.”
you hum, looking at him, kissing his lips softly.
“ask nicely.”
he jerks your head into his, foreheads pressing together as he groaned in irritation.
“..please fuck me.. please,” he says softly, and you felt blood rush to your cock at his rather adorable begging.
“good boy, naoya.”
“..can’t..c—can’t..,” he whimpers, practically screaming your name as your cock abuses his insides, squelching noises emitting with each thrust as you drive deeper into him, heavy balls slapping against heavy balls, and his cock spurts his release every other thrust.
“you can..f’me.. fuck..this slutty hole is begging for it.. g’me one more, yeah?” you whisper into his ear, before your tongue swirls around the rim, making him moan.
“..c—cumming!” he squeals, arching into you as you kiss him, slamming into him deeply as your hips stutter gently, flooding him with your release. naoya shudders violently, and you clash your lips with his, holding him for a few moments, feeling his hole clench around you, milking you dry.
and before naoya knew anything about what was to come next, he was flipped on all fours, eyes blinking rapidly and blown wide as he looks back at you.
“..w—what the fuck are you—“
“you thought i was done?”
after another hour of relentless, intense, love making, if you were to even call it that, you had gotten up and left naoyas room, leaving his body in a pool of release and sweat, as you placed a soft kiss on his lips before leaving, robes back on your body, and hair nicely tied in place as you walk towards your own shared room with your wife on the other side of the estate as if nothing had occurred.
you entered your shared space, seeing your wife asleep, as you slowly close the door and slip into a night robe before settling in beside her, grabbing her hand gently and placing a soft kiss before blowing the candle and drifting off to sleep.
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