ceo!nanami who has several different business type degrees, the number one stock company in the east and spent the better part of what he calls his “younger years” in college, so he could build his dream life. (he’s not old now, his soul just is.)
ceo!nanami who never had the time to think about love and romance after high school, he was too busy building a stable future, so he only ever had his fist and a bottle of lotion :(
ceo!nanami who grew accustomed to being single, heart practically non existent, ruling his company with an iron fist.
ceo!nanami who looked like a deer in headlights the first time he ever saw you, his temporary secretary, while his main one was gone on maternity leave.
ceo!nanami who tries to play it cool and pretend to be unaffected by your bright aura, your little jokes and your sexy yet somehow appropriate work attire.
ceo!nanami who hates to admit that after two months of you by his side, he’s enjoying it, you’ve made him smile a little more and took his heart off ice.
ceo!nanami who now has to have you with him at every meeting, no matter how minuscule, if he couldn’t see you, that little high cheekboned smile, and make eye contact with you, he’d flail in the meeting.
ceo!nanami who nearly throws a fit when his secretaries extended maternity leave is over and you have to give her, her job back, he just can’t have you disappear like that, not after the last six months.
ceo!nanami who blushes and smiles like a fool when you give him your number and tell him you’d love to go out for drinks some time, the tips of his ears scarlet red with embarrassment.
ceo!nanami who gets plastered with you and has to have a car take you both back to his place, because neither of you can properly walk a straight line, led alone drive.
ceo!nanami who can’t keep his drunken gaze off of you as you slip your shoes and jacket off out of respect for his house. his gaze lazy and hungry as he looks you over.
ceo!nanami who now was pushing your head down into the couch cushion with one hand, while his other gripped onto your hips for dear life as he sloppily pounded into you from behind with the lewdest wet sounds imaginable.
his vision blurred and distorted but he couldn’t mistake the way your snug walls hugged him so tight. the way you were soaking his dick and moaning into the couch cushion so prettily.
he couldn’t mistake the way you looked back at him over your shoulder with your mouth open through every thrust, gasping out “ri-righ th-there ken..” plap! plap! “please.. d-don’t stop” plap plap! “mngh.. god you’re gonna make me cum ken!” plap plap plap!
and he definitely couldn’t miss the way your spongy walls wrapped around him so fucking tight it almost hurt when you came, hiccuping and moaning out “cum inside ken.. w-wan’ it inside!” and who was he to deny the woman he wanted to make his wife?
Como fazer questão que todos interajam com medo/nojo do meu personagem? Quero um vampiro com um rosto antigo que traga estranheza para todas as outras pessoas "normais", não quero que ele seja atraente sabe? Difícil deixar isso claro sem godmodding ><
Oi, Nana! Tudo bem? Eu tentaria, primeiramente, deixar isso bem explícito na bio do seu personagem. Em algum lugar deixar uma observação que ele causa estranheza para todos, então você espera que as interações com ele sejam levadas dessa forma. Se você for do tipo de pessoa que gosta de conversar em OC antes de interagir em IC, também deixaria isso avisado pro outro player. E, por fim, tentar usar essa descrição nos turnos. Não acho que seria godmodding você mesma descrever seu personagem nos turnos como alguém que causa estranheza, pois vai definir o rumo da interação e ajudar o outro player também a interagir melhor com seu personagem. Acho que a diferença seria:
Com godmodding:
"Personagem sentiu estranheza ao ver Vampiro." Sendo que Personagem é o personagem da outra pessoa, e você estaria interferindo diretamente nas ações dele.
Sem godmodding:
"As feições de Vampiro não se encaixam no mundo moderno, seu rosto causando estranheza para todos os outros." Ou algo nesse sentido. Você estabelece o tom, dá esse toque pro outro player, mas permite que ele escreva a reação do outro personagem.
Eu faria um combo desses três, enfatizando na primeira opção de deixar essa observação na bio de personagem, como um direcionamento de como interagir com o seu vampiro. É importante também não se acanhar e tentar conversar em OC também, explicar que você quer passar essa impressão com o personagem e gostaria de manter esse tom. Se a outra pessoa não considerar essa observação sobre personagem, é um sinal pra buscar interação com quem respeite como você vê seu próprio personagem.
ʚɞ — contains: crazy!reader x manipulative!toji, toxic relationship, knives, mentions of bl00d, oral (f rec.), fingering, implied humping?, implied marathons, toji thinks sex solves every issue.
you’d always been a lover girl. everything you did was driven by that big ass, soft, stubborn heart of yours. there was never any moment where something you’d done wasn’t driven by love.
even now as you held your dear boyfriend, toji fushiguro, at the end of the sharpest blade you owned, even this was driven by love, right? at least to you anyways.
the cold metal pressed against his veiny throat while you interrogated him like an fbi agent, your pupils dilated wide with nothing but adoration for him.
you might’ve been a little crazy, but how could you not when he promised you everything your little heart desired? love, companionship, trust, understanding, loyalty. and god the fucking sex was mind blowing.
but then he disappeared on you for a week, no calls, no texts, nothing, for seven whole days your boyfriend was no where to be found. you’d blown his phone up and gotten nothing in return, so you spiraled into madness til he walked through the door a few moments ago and you were on him.
“you don’t love me anymore toji?” you pouted as you pressed the knife a little firmer to his throat. he strained against you. though in reality he could flip the situation, but honestly, this was turning him on.
“course i do doll, you know that” he choked out, his voice hoarse. your eyes darted over his face as you looked up at him, searching for truth in his eyes.
“no you don’t” you said with a deep frown as you pressed the knife a little firmer to his neck, a small cut forming. “you went off the grid for a week” you whined.
“what’d i do toj’? i’m always such a good girl to you, why don’t you love me?” you pouted as you pressed the knife further into him, drawing blood, watching it trickle down his muscular neck.
toji was getting unfathomably hard. you were fucking psychotic and he adored every bit of it. his pupils were blown wide with lust and he had that stupid fucking smirk on his face.
“i do love you baby girl, promise.” his voice was rich, thick and sweet, like honey and molasses. the same tone he always had when he was about to fuck you silly.
you huffed at his words, full of shit he was, at least to you in this moment “no you don’t… you fuckin left me here by my fuckin self for a week!” you were yelling now, and he was grinning, a wide shit eating grin.
the slow trail of blood down his neck was nothing to him, he couldn’t even feel it. but what he could feel? was how fucking hard you were making him. he loved seeing you all riled up, all upset in his name, cause you loved him so damn much.
sure, it was definitely toxic, but it was so enthralling, so addictive, so.. enticing.he couldn’t help himself. his hands flew to your waist and his verdant irises were on you, swirling with so much lust and admiration.
“let me apologize mama” he said. voice all low and gravelly, filled with sincerity, and something else you didn’t want to acknowledge.
“just drop the knife for me pretty girl, i’ll fix it all, promise” you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. yeah you were fucking furious with him, hurt as hell too, but you did miss him, a lot.
“fine.” you sighed out dropping the blade. his eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and it all happened so fast. you could’ve swore he was on you before the knife even hit the floor.
you were on the couch, no shirt, no panties, no sanity either, and he was in between your legs looking at your pussy like it was the worlds most expensive diamond and he was a jewel thief.
“fuck i missed you so much.” he breathed out as he kissed your inner thighs. you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or your cunt.
you opened your mouth, set on responding to him but the words died on your tongue when he flicked his on your clit, pulling a gasp from you.
he worked you over in a way you’d never felt him do before. this was different, really different. it was like he was glued to your pussy. his strong arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place as he feasted on you like he’d never tasted you before.
you line of vision blurred the different hues of the living room together as you reached for his hair, tugging on it to get him to ease up.
“b-babe wait fuh-fuck.. t-too muchh mmf!” your breaths came in short pants. your head was spinning and the sounds that left you were next to screams.
his tongue swirled around your bud like a mad man, it was quick and precise, pulling you to the edge of your orgasm while he grunted into your core, rutting his hips into the couch like the desperate man he was.
“let me apologize properly mama” was all he grumbled into your folds as he probed one of his thick, muscular fingers into your hole, working it bsck and forth, his scarred lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves while he sucked on it like a lollipop.
you could’ve swore you saw stars, the way your back arched off the couch, legs locking around his head, and your moans transitioning into high pitched, breathy whines, and just like that, that ball of heat in your stomach snapped.
your juices were all over his face, chin, lips, and cheeks. the couch cushion was soaked and the opening of his shirt too as your poor legs trembled, releasing his head, while you made the attempt to catch your breath.
he pulled his head from between your thighs and smiled up at you lazily, his face glistening with you all over it. “i’m sorry baby, i’ll communicate more next time” he said soft and sincere.
you rolled your eyes at him, finally catching your breath as you pushed yourself to a sitting position on the couch as you flicked your eyes away from his. “whatever, i forgive you, i guess” you muttered stubbornly.
he raised a brow at you, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he rose up to his knees, beginning to unbuckle his pants. your eyes flicked to the motion and up to his face.
“toji.. what the fuck are you doing?” your voice was laced with confusion and suspicion. he only chuckled as he worked his pants down.
“about to earn your forgiveness, even if it takes me all night.” he mused with a smile that bordered on sinful.
“now lay back and spread those pretty thighs for me ma, let me earn it” he spoke as his snatched off his boxers.
and yes, he kept you there all. fucking. night.
a/n: made this for my moots ten desires event! @merakidoll thank u for letting me participate boo bear! <3 mwah!!
ʚɞ — contains: age gap (23 & 46), mentions of drinking and drunk s3x, hair pulling, slight dub con?, reader is implied to be blk, pet names (ma, mama, pretty girl, pretty baby) pregnancy mention, implied marathons, breeding.
a part of you knew this was wrong, maybe a very small part that was buried very very very deep in your subconscious, but i digress.
i mean he was twice your age for crying out fucking loud. he sorta helped raise you alongside your dad. you grew up with his son, went to school with his son, hell he even took you to prom your senior year.
this was wrong.. so many levels of fucking wrong, but you couldn’t stop yourself and apparently neither could he.
you were home visiting from uni for the summer, and you promised your dad you’d actually stay in the house with him this time, unlike usually when you’d stay in the beach house up the road like you’d done the last two summers.
what you didn’t promise although, was that you wouldn’t let his best friend of twenty plus years, have you bent over this counter, screwing you silly.
it started the summer you turned 21, you were home staying in the beach house and toji wanted to buy you your first definitely not legal drink, one thing led to another and now whenever you came home for any sort of break, it was him and you, back to back to back.
you knew this was wrong, that your dad could come in at any minute, the poor man would have a stroke if he saw the display.
you were bent over the counter, your braids fisted in toji’s hand as he pulled you back by em’ , your ass rippling against his pelvis with every lewd thwack! he gave you.
your maw hung open as you gasped for air, his angry shroomy tip giving your cervix brutal kisses. you gripped the counter so hard you swore you’d broken a piece off.
dots of black in your vision as you came for the nth time in just the short twenty minutes, screaming and wailing like you were in heat. “mmmf to-tojiii fuuckkk!”
he smirked, yanking your head back further and slapping his other hand over you mouth as he worked his hips faster, harder, deeper. “g-gah dammit ma, hush up all that yellin’ n shit. want the whole neighborhood to hear ya?” he grunted out.
your cries were muted and muffled as your eyes rolled back and tears pricked the corner of them. it was his favorite sight. “mhm, i know those lil— hah- college boys can’t give it to you— fuck- l-like this mama..”
you could only whine in response against his hand, tears spilling over your pretty lashes, making them clump together as you mushy walls squeezed around his dick, warning him of another impending orgasm.
he hissed and let go of your hair to grab one of your legs and toss it up on the counter, opening you up wider, splitting you open on his dick, watching the way your greedy pussy sucked him in, a cute lil creamy ring of your cum circling round his dick.
your little cries and whimpers were music to his ears as he hummed “mmm i know ma, i know. cmon, give it to me. s’okay pretty girl” he cooed as kneaded the doughy flesh of your ass, stretch marks on display everywhere as he worked his hips. fucking delicious.
his thrusts were getting sloppy as your cunt kept fluttering and convulsing around him, your tears streaming your face as you practically begged him to cum.
“p-please.. t-toji..” you whined. “please what pretty baby?” he groaned as he tried to refocus on not cumming inside you. “cum.. p-please” you whimpered as your wet lashes fluttered.
hearing you beg like that… for him.. especially begging for him to cum, he snapped. he rocked his hips forward sloppily a few more times before he roughly pressed his hips flush against your ass and came, thick, hot, sticky essence painting every crevice of your pretty walls white.
his orgasm triggered your own as you came again and your greedy pussy choked his dick, pulling every last drop it could out of him as he groaned and hissed “fuck ma— y-y’gotta stop doin’ tha shit, gon’ fuck around and get your lil ass pregnant” he grunted.
but you couldn’t give less of a fuck, your biggest concern right now was the fact that you heard your dads car beep and his door shut and lock.
fuck.
a/n: nothing could stop me from older toji, i #needthat. immediately.
you’ve always been a bitch, that much you’ve known your whole life. always snapped at others over small shit, always having a snide remark or comment. always fucking mean. and oh lord, your mouth? the attitude? good fucking god it was the worst thing about you.
but to him? that was his favorite fucking part.
he loved your disrespectful commentary, the way you rolled your eyes whenever he opened his mouth to say anything. the way you talked down to him like he was a peasant, like he was less than you— fuck, it only fueled him more, and made his dick throb, it was so attractive to him.
you walked around with a permanent look of disgust on your face, for everyone and everything around you. you’re barely spoke but when you did, it was like sex for his ears.
your voice was laced with something dark but sweet, like molasses, layered with venom and spite, and satoru swore he could hear his future being spelled out whenever you shot your rude ass words at him.
“the fuck do you want, you blue eyed parasite?” your words attacked him in the best way, wrapping around his eardrums and spiraling straight down south to his dick, as always.
you stood there, brow raised, a genuine look of boredom and disinterest on your face. one hand on your hip, the other holding your binder and books. lips lined darkly, gloss shining, and your braids, half up half down with a claw clip as the lower half fell by your waist as you stared at, or rather through him.
fucking hell, he thought he could cum right there on the spot just from looking at you.
“i don’t have time for this stupid shit, get the fuck out of my way weirdo.” you sighed pushing past him because he gave you no response. he smirked, grabbing your wrist before you could fully make it past him.
“c’mon gorgeous, don’t be like that.” he mused sweetly at you. though he really wanted you to be exactly like that, if not worse. he loved it, you were borderline evil, and he swore up and down you were the love of his fucking life.
“be like what? get the fuck off of me.” you spat out meanly, snatching your wrist out of his grasp, rolling your eyes along with the motion. you looked him up and down, irritated, your fuse had always been quite short anyways.
he only grinned, and i mean a shit eating grin at your words, leaning against the wall in the corridor of your colleges english building, staring down at you.
you sighed deeply, already knowing where this was headed. it was the same thing with him every time you saw the white haired menace. he’d been begging you every single day, all semester to go on a date with him, but you always refused.
“let me take you on a date.” he smiled.
“i’d rather play in traffic.” you deadpanned.
“c’mon one date beautiful, and if it’s that bad, i’ll never ask you again” he smirked as he folded his arms across his chest.
you pinched the bridge of your nose and screwed your eyes shut as you head dropped, a long and almost pitiful sigh leaving you.
you were so tired of this shit, so tired of him, so so SO fucking tired. so you did the only thing you thought would get him to shut the hell up and leave you alone—
“fine. friday, 8pm, the bistro downtown. i’ll meet you there.” you gritted out through your teeth.
he stood up straight, eyebrows shooting up and jaw dropping at your answer “what?” he said confused, you always said no, it was his favorite part of this whole thing he always did, you ashing yes had actually left the blue eyed beauty stunned.
you looked up to see his expression, one of shock, and rolled your eyes “close your fucking mouth you idiot.” you sighed rubbing your temple, this conversation was creating a headache for you at this point.
“the bistro, friday, 8pm. i’ll meet you there, and if you’re even one fucking minute late, im cussing you out.” you deadpanned as your eyes bore into his.
he quickly schooled his expression, masking his flustered state with a smirk. “yes ma’am, i’ll see you on friday.” he smiled.
you only rolled your eyes at him, clearly unimpressed as you pushed past him “whatever. now leave me the fuck alone.” you bit out at him as you left him there by himself.
and god it felt like the heavens had opened up and shined the warmest light on him, he was high on the entire interaction with you, and friday couldn’t come fast enough.
basically my head canons on who eats coochie and who does it best lolz! if you agree then yay! if you don’t?? idk bye? anyways, enjoy hornies!
Satoru Gojo- 11/10 KING OF THE MUNCHES!
This man… eating pussy is his favorite activity, and i don’t mean sexual activity. i mean GENERAL activity. That’s what he views it as, he does it for SPORT. This is all for his enjoyment, because HE wants the taste of YOU on his tongue.
You just got home from work? thank god! he’s been so bored all day, time to put his mouth to good use! You’re arguing? Now he’s salivating, thinking about you shutting him up with a mouth full of pussy. Don’t even get me started on when he’s stressed out.
Whatever plans you have? cancel em. Prepare yourself, you’ll need a lot of fluids after he’s done with you. He’ll come home, pissed after a long day, and before he can even fully get his shoes and jacket off, he’s pounced on you.
He just can’t fucking help himself, he needs to taste you, to feel you squirm in his grasp and tug at his messy locks. It’s the only thing that can calm him down after the days he’s had. Your taste, how insanely wet you get for him.. he thinks he’s in fucking heaven. He needs to feel every drop of your cum on his tongue and going down his throat, because he’s definitely not wasting any of it.
Holding you down while you have your nth orgasm in the short twenty minutes he’s been home. He’s eating you like a man starved, while whispering to you how much he needed this— “mmm fuck— needed this shit so bad” is all he keeps repeating as he practically gets himself pussy drunk from the way you taste.
Kento Nanami- 10/10 CONNOISSEUR OF CUNT TASTIN’
It’s his favorite way to make you happy, and god does he
love to see you happy. You’re his everything, and all that he does, is for you. How hard he works, the money he makes, cooking dinner. All for his love.
So when he realized you loveddddd having your pussy ate, he learned every technique he possibly could. Anything to please the woman he loved most.
He would even make it so intimate and sweet, kissing down your body, whispering sweet nothings to you, promises of how he’s gonna make you feel so good. your mouth was watering.
pushing your legs apart gently, kissing your inner thighs and oh god— your favorite part, the way he’d hold your hands so firm but gentle on either side of your thighs, while he worked his mouth on you in the sloppiest ways he could.
talking you through it so sweetly while eliciting the most beautiful sounds from your pretty mouth “s’okay baby.. m’gonna get you all the way there, yeah? feelin good my love?” his jaw slackening on repeat as he languidly lapped at your needy cunt until you were whining out soft cries of how you were cumming for him, his favorite sound to hear from his pretty lady. After all, he made himself an expert at this, just for you.
Suguru Geto- 9/10 THE MEAN MUNCH
Oh he was so mean when he ate you out, he’d have you folded in half like a lawn chair, your lower half of your body tilted up and your own knees near your face as he tongue fucked you, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your legs stretching, muscles burning and aching but you were so wet and he was eating you so good you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the pain, too focused on the pleasure.
He always ate you out like you did something wrong (most times you did). like you owed him your pussy and by god was he gonna fucking take what was owed to him.
Growling and grunting as he swirled his tongue in circles of your bundles of nerves, gripping at the plush meat of your thighs and ass. slapping it every time you dared to scoot back or try and run from him.
“stop fuckin movin slut. this is what you wanted right? stay the fuck still and let me eat.” was all he growled out before he wrapped his arms tightly around your thighs and yanked your cunt more into his mouth. he had always been an aggressive one.
he’d nip at your clit every so often just to hear you yelp and whimper. roughly tongue fucking you through three- four- five- orgasms. by now you were sure your soul had left your body and you were going to see if god was real or not, but like he said, you wanted this right?
Choso Kamo- 8/10 THE HYPNOTIZED MUNCH
Choso loves eating out, the way you taste, you’re so sweet on his taste buds. You’re his favorite type of candy, most people have a hankering for sweets, but no, he has a hankering for you, your taste was hypnotizing, he’d get lost in your sweet little cunt.
He couldn’t ever help himself, he just needed you to cum on his tongue on repeat, he needed that taste only YOU could give him. So lost in your pussy, he doesn’t hear you crying out for him.
Your body writhing and convulsing in pleasure and overstimulating pain your eyes so far back in your head, they could get stuck that way. Your hands tangled in his raven locks, yanking at them, which only added to his pleasure. “Ch-cho! i can’t give you anym-more!” no response.
You swore if you looked close enough you could see hearts and swirls in his eyes as he eyed your poor little pussy, his tongue flicking over your bundle of nerves while he maintained his death grip on your thighs, spreading you further.
“More baby.. jus’ a lil bit more.. please.. you taste so good” was the only thing he said in between suckling on your clit and dipping his tongue in your hole, his face sticky and wet with your juices, exactly how he liked it. So lost in your cunt, so pussy drunk, so.. hypnotized by your taste, he couldn’t even focus on the fact he painted his boxers white.. twice.
A/N: sorry i’ve been gone so long, work has FRIEDDDD my brain 😭 also yes, PT TWO coming soon!!
Hello thereee❤️❤️I loved your loser!choso hc and I thought you would be interested in this:
How do you think jjk characters would react if their crush flirted with another person in front of them? Maybe they never told or showed to the reader that they are interested in them so reader is totally oblivious
hiii baby doll!! ty for the request! <33 i wanted to take this opportunity to write my first smau with this scenario, i’ll include the rest of the jjk men in part two!
part 2
contains: jealous jjk men, ooc a lil bit, defff crack, reader is verrryyy oblivious (maybe a lil stupid too)
pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader, choso x reader.
hear me out- HEAR ME OUT- rivals satoru and suguru where they’ve been fighting each other over dumb shit since middle school and competing for better grades, whatever.
and one of them has a crush on you… so the other fucks you first. and sends pics/ maybe even is on call with the other??
this is evil i fear
- ⭐️
cw: m@ting press, mentions of bre3ding, dub con? sorta, phone s3x sorta?, m@sturbation, rivalry, bi suguboo and satoru :3
i hope this lives up to ur expectations at least a lil bit😭
satoru and suguru, had known each other forever, for as long as they could remember. They had also been competing for EVERYTHING as long as they could remember.
satoru had always been number one at everything he ever tried, sports, cooking, gaming, welding, hell anything you could think of, he’d tried it and mastered in no time. It would drive suguru up a wall.
But there was one thing satoru could never beat him at… charming a woman. Sure he could get one in bed easy, no problem, but when he actually liked a woman? oh he was fucked. That is to say, he practically had ZERO actual game, no matter his looks or status, especially since it was YOU.
Someone who wasn’t fascinated by his wealth, talent or status. The very reason he fell for you, the moment his status and wealth didn’t woo you, it was like something clicked in place for him, something chanted over and over in his mind "her, its her" and from the moment he AND his rival realized, he knew he was screwed.
Suguru however? oh this is his specialty. His natural flirtatious behavior and laid back demeanor, combined with all that damn smooth talking he does, he could have any woman within a ten mile radius, head over heels for him in 48 hours flat. He was just that good. It was the thing he prided himself most on, the one thing he could do, that his rival could not.
he’d caught sight of how satoru stared at you on campus, the yearning— longing in his gaze. the way his cheeks would tint pink whenever you walked past him without a care in the world, because to you, satoru wasn’t even on your radar.
it wasn’t until suguru noticed his white haired rival picking up on his moves, similar jokes, smirks and flirtation tactics— that he officially had set you in his sights. no way was he gonna get the girl with his fucking moves.
it started as just the usual, antagonistic, petty rivalry at first. he never planned to take it too far, just flirt with you enough to let his enemy know to fuck off with using what he deemed rightfully his. he didn’t even want you—though somewhere along the way he noticed the way your lashes fluttered when you spoke to him, the way your gloss sat on your lips and your shy smile when you listened to him and— holy shit the way your tits sat on your chest, just perfect. fuckin perfect.
it didn’t take long for you to give in to him and all his charms. not because you were easy, no but because he was too good at this, too charming, too laid back, too addictive. something about him had you craving every bit of his attention, affection and god his touch, you wanted him so bad, more than you’d care to admit out loud, your inner voice screamed at you “more more more more” until finally you caved and found yourself in your current situation.
he had you pent up beneath him, legs spread wide and slung over his shoulders, your body folded like a lawn chair in the meanest mating press he could manage, his hands on either side on your body as he slung his hips forward over and over and over. bed creaking under the sheer weight of both your bodies. wooden mast of the headboard banging against your bedroom walls. god, your poor neighbors.
his angry mushroomy tip hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed until now. your maw slacking open to whine out “s-sugu s’too much! can’t t-take it!” your head was spinning, your velvety walls hugging him tight, greedy cunt pulling him in deeper as you cunt wept around his shaft and he hissed at the bliss of pleasure. “you c-can take it pre-pretty girl—hah…fuck” his hair pulled out of his messy bun, raven locks swaying with the mass of his moving body, as he fucked you deeper deeper deeper with every thrust. “s’all wet like this f’me hm?” he grunted as he moved a hand to swipe at your puffy lips, covered in your own thick, clear arousal, bringing his fingers back up and stretching them apart to look at the glistening string of your essence between them before shoving the digits in his mouth, groaning as he savored your taste. “mmmm so fuckin’ good, pussy so sweet.”
you only crooned in response as his veins swept over every orifice of your gummy insides deliciously. tummy bulging slightly from the monstrous size of his weighted cock as he bullied the hilt of your cunt. eyes rolling back as that ball of heat built slowly in your lower tummy with every plap plap plap! of his hips against yours. “suguuu! m’gonna cummm!”you cried out as a thin sheen of sweat began to form on your skin, as the squelching noises of your greedy cunt, your moans and his grunts filled the room. through the haze of lust and sex in the room, your phone buzzes from your nightstand and had it not lit up, suguru would’ve missed it, but oh- oh, he could not miss the name that popped up on the screen.
“satoru 🩵”
he was calling and oh he had the biggest shit eating grin plastered on his face as he reached for the phone and put it up to his ear, between his shoulder and cheek, answering. "hey gorgeous was just calling to see if you maybe-" his rivals voice rasped out before he cut him off "she's busy." he grunted as his hips never slowed.
for a moment he sat in silence at the sound of sugurus voice, denial settling in his bones, but the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, whines and cries sounding off in the background— he had you, fuck, he actually had you, and sounding like that? satoru hated to admit it was making him unimaginably hard as he huffed through his nostrils on the other end of the line. “you fuckin’-”only to be cut off by suguru yet again, hissing at the way your pussy clenched around him, your orgasm on the horizon as you whimpered underneath him “hold on, gotta m-make her cum first, why don’t you just s-sit tight and enjoy the show?” he panted out as he tossed the phone back on the dresser leaving his rival to hear how he put you through the mattress from the other end of the line.
he yanked you down the bed, pulling you more onto his dick, every crevice of your poor cunt so filled with him you swore you were seeing stars and he was he in your lungs. his arms snaked around your waist as he tilted your lower half up and leaned his body forward just a tad more to find that reallll special spot inside, your mouth forming an “o” shape as he hit it “ah there it is” he smirked as he pistoned his hips roughly, pulling sounds from you, you didn’t even know you could make.
satoru from the other end of the phone, would never admit to the way he yanked his pants and boxers down at the sound of your moans and cries. the way his cock pearled thick beads of shiny pre-cum at the tip just from hearing the way you sounded— so desperate, so pretty.
no he would never admit that he muted himself on the call and fisted his cock so pathetically and angrily as he listened to the one man he couldn’t stand most, fuck you silly, the way he should be. he’d never admit how he was picturing your body and— sugurus too? as his hips bucked up into his hand, pumping his cock, moaning and whining desperately as he tried to match the strokes suguru was giving you.
and god he’d never admit that he came so hard from listening to the sounds his rival made when he came, the grunts and moans that sent him over the edge as hot spurts of his seed spilled out of him and into his hand while sugurus spilled inside of you, because your greedy cunt wouldn’t let him pull out in time or so he claimed.
he didn’t need to admit it though, because while he may have thought he muted the call, he didn’t, and suguru couldn’t miss the faint grunts emanating from the other end of the phone as he picked it up right after finishing “you know, if you want a threesome, you should just ask.”and with that, he hung up.
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for like a month or two bc i forgot i wrote it i’m sooo sorry if it’s, terrible i did notttt proofread it😭
