Warnings: Nipple clamps, cockwarming, punishment undertones, fluffy aftercare, words of affirmation.
Summary: Someone’s not happy finding out you touched yourself without his permission. 😏
A much anticipated predicament…
Suguru was busy, you knew he hated being busy enough that he can’t tend to his baby girl. You knew he missed you, missed touching you, missed feeling you against him. So wouldn’t he be mad when he finds out?
“AH- please- Suguru- no!” You whimpered out, when Suguru was buried deep in your cunt, his tongue fucking your folds and his nose protuding against your clit. He leaned back, an annoyed brow raised at the reaction. “This is your first orgasm.” Suguru commented, jaw clenched when he witnessed you squirming away— unable to give him a single orgasm.
You looked to the side, unsure how to tell him, unsure how to bring this up to him. “I- I didn’t know— you’d be…” you felt bad, biting your lip. “I-”
“You touched yourself. You touched yourself enough that you couldn’t handle me.” Suguru daunted, brows furrowed and glare unforgiving. “You touched what’s mine without my permission.” He declared you guilty, while you looked at him apologetically.
“I’m sorry Sugu-” you whined when he leaned back, “Please—” you begged again, you wanted more— unsure how you’d provide him with more.
“I think I need to teach you a lesson, mm? So you know you’re not supposed to touch Daddy’s property without his permission. Yeah?” He hummed, and that’s how you’ve landed here.
Cockwarming him with your back snug against his chest, Suguru is fully clothed while you— naked. The power play instantly making you submissive. Two nipple clamps pinching your nipples with beads of weight attached to them. You won’t cum, and Suguru won’t provide you with the pleasure of him moving inside you. The sweet ache of the clamps making you drool from your pussy.
Whenever you clamp a little too hard, Suguru tugs at your clamps, reminding you that he’s not pleased. A familiar whimper escapes you as you settle in, biting your lip as your tits slowly start to wear out, feeling the ache slowly transform into pain. He’s doing essentially nothing, watching his favorite Netflix series with his cock buried deep.
“Sugu— gonna behave.” You whine, and this is the first time he’s hearing you say it. “Hmm?” He hums, acting as if he didn’t listen.
“Gonna behave!” You exclaimed harder, clamping around him, a shrill whine escaping you when he tugged at your nipples in reprimand. It was signal enough for him to stop— with the torturous play on your chest.
He carefully tugged them off, massaging your nipples to ensure the blood flow comes back—
“Think you can cum for me now?” Suguru hummed, and you whined in need. His mouth latching onto the curve of your neck as he suckled into your skin.
“Then go on, ride me, little one.” He commanded, slamming onto you while his hands pinched and toyed with your nipples. An inaudible moan escaped you, mouth agape as you felt your cunt churned by his cock.
“Ah-hnmg- Daddy, please- shit.” You were already on edge, and with the way Suguru has endured your merciless clamping— he was too.
“Cum for me pretty girl.” He cooed, soothing your sides and massaging your thigh as his hands wandered down and toyed with your clit, enough to push you off the edge. Before you knew it, you were creaming all around him, and being filled up by his seed. Heavy grunts from him echoing in the shell of your ear as he stilled.
“Fuck— that was— so good!” Suguru panted, hugging you from behind. Your eyes were glossed, feeling elated after the punishment ending or rather— the funishment.
“You did so well for me, little baby.” Suguru soothed, kissing the nape of your neck. “You know I wasn’t actually angry right? I was just a little nerved— but you do know you had full control to deny it, right?” Suguru continued praising and talking, while you sinked under him & nodded. “My sweet girl,” he muses, kissing your cheek. “Titties okay?” He crooned, kissing again. “Does it hurt?” He asked, concerned.
“Mm, just a lil sore. But okay.” You gave him a green flag.
“I’m glad, I love you. Took it like a champion you know that?” Suguru sounded enamored by you all over again, “Who’s my strong little girl?”
imagine being a little chubby and soft around the edges when your fav buys you such an expensive set of lingerie and asks you to wear it for them that night. you excitedly donned it on when you realised you felt a little uncomfortable with all of your love handles and rolls accentuated on full display as you're trying to pose in front of the mirror. he calls our your name and you're just so nervous, wondering what he'd say the moment you stepped out of the bathroom.
he doesn't say anything. in fact, he's just speechless, mouth slightly opened and waitーwas that drool lolling off his bottom lip? he was behaving SO rudely, eyes fixated on your hips, your chest, your thighs, looking so greedy and perverted, with a pitiful hardening erection in his shorts. you giggled, fingering the pretty lace on your skin.
"like it?" you ask softly, and he finally looks up in your eyes. hesitantly he answers, his own hands gripping tightly around the cotton sheets.
"yes," he sounded hoarseーdesperate. "yes, i love it. can i rip it off you, please?"
"you're going to destroy a $249 set you just bought for me today?"
"shut up, it's money well spent," he licks his lips, burrying his face right in your tummy, looking up once again with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Your hips swayed to the pulsating beat as it flowed through your veins along with the four shots of tequila. You threw your hands up and brought them down around the neck of your lover Gojo.
One of his legs moved in between yours as his hands moved to your upper thigh to keep you in place. You continued to sway to the beat despite Gojo’s leg in between yours.
You were riding his thigh in the dark club, only ever illuminated by the occasional flashing of pink and blue lights.
“I can feel your pussy dripping all over my leg, babe.” He’d whisper in your ear, still rolling his hips to the music.
You only moaned in response causing him to chuckle. You could feel a burning pressure on your side, causing you to slowly bring your eyes to the bar on your right and notice Getou’s piercing stare. Watching, drooling, over the sight of his two partners rhythmically dry-humping in a club full of people.
He slowly stalked his way to the both of you through the crowd of sweaty bodies. His hands found their way to your hips as he now stood behind you. He leaned down above you so that You and Gojo could hear.
“You two are such whores. Practically fucking in a room full of people.”
“You are just mad 'cause you missed out,” Gojo replied, smirking at the dark-haired man.
“You could have come out to the dance floor with us, Getou, but you said no.” You chimed in, frowning a little, Still swaying to the beat.
“Well, I’m here now.” He said right next to your ear before biting your neck a little. This caused you to fall forward and lean on Gojo for support, whining and grinding on his leg harder.
You three spent the rest of the night in between one another dancing, humping, groping, and moaning. Subtle enough to get away with it in a dark club.
You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second. Your neck was now painted with hickeys and bites, courtesy of the two men. You could feel their hardened dicks rub against you as you melted into each other.
Oh, how you just couldn’t wait to get back home....
backshot king getou who always flips you over to look at your breathless face, giving you a shit eating grin before he kisses you thrice. once on the forehead, the other on the tip of your nose, whispering a husky “you good?” against your lips before delivering the last, sneaking his tongue in with it so he can slowly make out with you as well
Getou loves the way his hand feels wrapped around the column of your neck. Loves feeling your pulse spike when he grazes his lips against you and how fucking whiny you get when he bites you or leaves marks on your soft pretty skin. The way your body tightens up before your breath catches when he kisses that spot where your jaw and your neck meet.
Something about being so close to your heartbeat gives him this rush of power, like he could end you just as easily as he could make you cum for him. His favorite position is on top of you with your legs on his shoulders, leaning over you so he can press your knees to your chest so he can bury his face in your neck and hear every single whimper and gasp you make when he pounds your pretty pussy with slow, deep strokes. Lethal combination of degradation and praise.
"That's right, so fucking pathetic for this cock aren't you angel?"
"Such a good girl for me, yeah? Fuck. Cum for me like my good little slut."
𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 - 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜
The fastest way to get this man's hands on you is by undressing in front of him while he's behind you or wearing a backless top/dress. He fucking loves how pretty and perfect your back is. He likes watching your body move, period. The way he can spread his hands out across your skin and pull you closer or just as easily push you down so your face is in the pillow and your ass is in the air.
He swears the most beautiful thing he's ever seen is the way your back arches when he's fucking you from the back. Pulling out to the tip of his cock just so he can slam into you and hear you whine into your sheets while you rock your hips to feel him fill your leaking pussy as much as you can. King of back shots and taunting.
"You can take it can't you baby girl? Awh, can't talk with my cock in you?"
"Feels that good baby? All that whining but this pussy is suckin me in so nice."
𝕄𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕞𝕚 - 𝕎𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥/ℍ𝕚𝕡𝕤
Honestly, Megumi is touch starved and is always looking to bring you closer to him. He craves your softness, your warmth, your body against his. The easiest way to accomplish this is with his arm wrapped around your waist or pulling you in with both hands at your hips. Turning your body to face him so he can kiss you or pulling your body back into him so he can wrap his arms around you. His favorite though is gripping your hips with both hands, fingertips digging into the plush of your skin while you’re straddling him.
He lives for seeing you on top of him. Eyes low, lust blown and his pretty lips parted just enough to hear him panting and moaning for you. His hands rock your body back and forth on his cock, feeling your pussy flutter around him. You’re so wet you’re practically sliding against him, your clit grinding against the base of his cock. He’ll roll your hips in circles and hold you down when he’s as deep as he can be inside you, low rasping moans escaping his lips before his hands grip you tighter. Holding you still when he fucks up into you with every thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good baby girl. Just like that, yeah?”
“So fucking perfect. Wanna feel you cum for me baby. Fuck…please.”
𝔸𝕠𝕚 - 𝔸𝕤𝕤
We all know this man is an ass man. Ass in a tight dress? Ass in sweatpants? As in LEGGINGS? Lord help you because it won’t matter what you wear. Do your pants have back pockets? That’s where his hand will be if he’s out with you. Wants you in his lap at any given time so he can feel the plush of your ass against him. Bonus for when he can feel your pussy clench through your clothes when you’re there. He loves how easily his massive hands can grab a handful of your ass and squeeze with all ten fingers.
He loves spreading you out and watching you sink down on his cock when you ride him. Borderline feral watching your ass bouncing for him while he grips your hips pounding into your wet pussy. He loves the sound your ass makes when it claps against his adonis belt every time he slams your soaking cunt down around his hard cock. Slapping your ass so he can see you arch for him before kneading your ass in his big hands to soothe the pain.
“So fucking good princess. Bounce for me just like that.”
“Gonna cum on this cock arent you baby? Pussy’s so fuckin tight. Fuck.”
𝕐𝕦𝕦𝕥𝕒 - 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤
Yuuta is obsessed with your thighs. How soft they are. How perfect they look in anything you wear or how squished they look when you’re sitting down and they’re pressed together. If you’re sitting next to him his hand is on your thigh or his head is in your lap while he’s looking up at you admiring the contours of your face. Loving every second of how warm and comforting you feel against him. His absolute favorite though is when his head is between your thighs.
Your legs draped over his shoulders while his lips graze against the plush skin of your thighs. Listening to the gasps and whines that spill from your mouth when he sucks and bites the sensitive skin. You roll your hips trying to get the heat of his mouth where you’re craving it the most. One of his hands travels to your pussy, his thumb rubbing circles against your throbbing clit, driving you damn near insane. But he loves seeing you like this, so messy and desperate for him. You can feel the smile spreading across his lips before you look down to see him watching you while he finally drags his tongue through your puffy lips, latching onto your clit. Suckling and nibbling at the bundle of nerves making your thighs clench around his head. He can’t help but rock his hips, rutting his hard cock into the mattress as he laps you up, filling the room with obscene noises as he devours your wet pussy.
“Tell me what you want my angel. You like when I kiss you here…or here…?”
“Tastes so good…so fucking perfect for me. Cum in my mouth baby…I wanna taste you.”
he and gojo are a deadly duo but damn, getou plays the game differently. He'd start really subtle. Always talking to you at parties, getting you drinks, and making sure he's a face you can trust. He'd drop subtle hints here and there but never as explicitly as gojo. It all comes to a head when you find yourself in a spare bedroom with him, after grinding on him in the dance floor in front of everyone to see
izzy u made my brain implode fr im giving you an award
everyone’s heard about how getou and gojo are the kappa sig terror duo.
the party really does not start till they walk in, anyone who’s been there swears the floorboards shake more once they hear gojo’s in the room, the music now shifting to hard synth beats that getou is queuing on the DJ’s phone to really get everyone moving.
you arent sure what to expect when you bump into the raven haired half of the duo — the man smiling down on you as he cheekily asks why he’s never seen a pretty face like your’s at parties like these — and as the night goes on — you feel like the reputation they’ve garnered should really just be held by one person.
gojo always has two sorority sisters under his arms as he yells for some white claws at the person behind the bar.
but getou?
he’s got a steady hand on your back to guide you through the crowd with him, grabbing a beer before asking what you are thirsting for this evening.
gojo is notorious for having a new girl or two every night, the house has lost track of how many lacy thongs have been left over from his conquest.
but dear suguru?
he’s only got eyes for you, and has had em all semester. always chatting you up when he sees you hop over to frat row on the weekends, even stopping by when he catches you on the campus cafe.
if gojo’s at a party, he’s going to let the whole world know, the flash of his phone camera standing against the LED’s of the basement as he turns on instagram live for his thousands of followers to live vicariously through him.
getou, however, is the more sentimental type — carrying a disposable camera in hand so he can capture the antics of the pledges in the moment, nanami sulking in the corner, and his favorite thing as of late, the way you move on the dance floor.
from your times parting with them, you’ve realized they operate so differently — gojo’s here to make an impact, getou’s here to leave an impression.
oh, and what a one he’s made on you — you’ve comfortable with him, the way you shamelessly grind on him as the speakers blare, getou gyrating his hips to match the rhythm you’ve set.
and before long you’re giggling up the stairs as you push into his bedroom — getou setting the film camera on his dresser before rummaging around for a condom.
what you don’t expect, however, is the polaroid camera he pulls out with it. and all he has to do is give you that famous crooked smile and off your skimpy top goes, posing for him with the packet of foil between your glossy lips as the camera flashes.
getou’s still looking at the night’s memories after you’ve passed out right next to him — flipping through the polaroids with a lit cigarette in his mouth.
he can’t pick a favorite, the shots are just all that good. the one where you’re looking up at him through teary lashes while his cock is shoved down your throat, or the reddened curve of your ass from all the times he spanked it as he drove you deeper into the mattress, or the one his cum is just splattered all over your pretty tits.
getou simply doesn’t know which one is going to be put in the hidden pocket of his wallet.
but he does know this — that this is simply the start of the memories he’s gonna build with you.
thinking very hard about being in getou's lap with him holding you in place by your chin while gojo makes out with you. and when you finally part from gojo, getou squeezes your cheeks between his long, strong fingers until your lips part so that gojo can spit in your mouth
no thoughts just getou with his hair down while he fucks you deep. his big, veiny hands pinning your thighs down to your chest, balls pressing tightly against you as he whispers nasty shit against your lips, telling you just who fucking owns you. “go on, pet. soak my cock the way i taught you”
