Deku has a favour to ask of Bakugou, and he hopes you’ll be happy to oblige.
This is pretty much for Kitten idk😂😭
Warnings: 18+.
Word Count: 0.8k.
“You wanna what?” Bakugou sneers as he pushes his mask up onto his forehead, raising a brow. Completely positive that Deku hadn’t just asked him that question, there ain’t no fucking way—
“No, no, no, listen! I’ll pay you— and I just think it’ll be better with you both rather than a stranger.”
“And you think that’s a favour?” Bakugou grunts, “A favour is ‘Can you spot me?’ or ‘Can you give me a lift?’— not can I fuck your girlfriend?”
“No! I don’t want to fuck her—” A blatant lie, “I want to watch—”
“You want me to fuck my girlfriend—” Bakugou sounds on his tongue, as though that would make it make sense, “And you just wanna watch?”
“Um, well yeah.” The tips of Deku’s ears were burning crimson, tinted all the way across his cheeks as he felt his stomach knot.
After he was caught in a drunken fumble with an escort a few months ago, Midoriya had to be more careful about the company he kept. The story only failed to reach the local news outlets and social media thanks to his quick thinking HR team sending out a lengthy NDA, paired with a substantial payoff. Escorts, strangers online and Only Fans were now completely off limits. If the public found out about the Number One Heroes filthy little secret his entire image would be destroyed.
“So why not just go out and fuck a girl?” Bakugou snorts, “There’s gotta be thousands of women ready to get into the Number One’s pants.”
“It’s not just about that,” Deku flushes, trying to avoid Bakugou’s intense fiery gaze, “I like to watch—”
“So watch porn.” Bakugou scoffs, “I’m sure I’ve got plenty of fuckin’ videos on my phone that I can send ya— there’s one where I’ve got her in this posi—”
“No!” Midoriya cut him off, “I mean— I like when people are mean to me.”
Bakugou’s lips curled into a sinful grin at the realisation as he held his phone in his hands, staring down at his former school friend, “You like being degraded huh? You sick freak.”
Midoriya bit back a groan as he felt his pants tighten at the brash tone, his cock pulsing beneath the tough fabric as he shifted from foot to foot.
“And what makes you think she’d even agree to it, hah?” Bakugou knew you were more than comfortable trying out new kinks and experiences in the bedroom with him, just last week you’d filmed a raunchy CNC sex tape after your date plans had been ruined by a torrential downpour. And you were more than happy for him to share some of the moments he filmed with his best friends— But this was inviting another man, a friend, into your most intimate moments together. Nowhere near the same as sending a quick thirty second video of you bouncing on his cock to Kirishima.
“Can you at least ask her?” Midoriya mumbles, “Please?”
“Yeah, sure.” Bakugou itches his nose with the back of his hand, “I’ll tell her what a sick fuckin’ freak you are, Deku.”
Midoriya was certain he could’ve creamed his pants from the condescending lilt to Bakugou’s voice as he grabbed his towel out of his locker, his stomach lurching as he thought about whether this was what his friend was like when he was with you. Watching Bakugou disappear behind the shower stalls as Midoriya finally chanced palming his throbbing cock for a moments relief, wincing when he felt just how wet with pre his boxers were as they stuck to his skin uncomfortably, moulding to his cock as he groaned in satisfaction.
Did Bakugou talk to you like this too? So full of spite and degredation— Did the same thing get you off too? Or was his voice soft and full of praise as he plowed into your sloppy cunt.
“Oi,” Bakugou shouted across the locker room as Midoriya laced his red trainers. He definitely couldn’t shower here, not now. He had to make it home— looking up to see Bakugou standing there with a towel slung low on his hips, a smirk on his face as he held his phone in the air. And Midoriya noticed he was on video chat with you, wondering whether Bakugou was talking to you while he was in the shower— “She said she wants to play your nasty little game, Deku.”
And here Midoriya was, not even forty-eight hours later. Sitting at the foot of your bed while Bakugou split you apart on his cock—
“She didn’t believe me when I told her, you know.” Bakugou sneers, a warm palm cupping your jaw to direct your debauched face to his friends green gaze, “Couldn’t believe that precious little Deku would be such a sick little freak.”
Hiiiiii! Can you do one where Togame coaches his gf through giving him head for the first time???
Author’s Note: Thanks for the thirst, anon! The Togame agenda is alive and well, I see!
Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Jo Togame. Togame receives oral while simultaneously giving instructions. We love a multi-tasking king! Face fucking and cum swallowing as well :) Go, you! Minors Do Not Interact.
“You are so cute,” Togame coos, staring down dreamily at you.
Your lips take on a distinct pout as you remove his cock from your mouth. “Being called cute is not what someone wants to hear when going down on their boyfriend.”
“But it’s true. You’re actin’ all shy now, but you were spitting game about your skills before we started dating.”
Your cheeks heat up. It’s true, you were bragging a bit about how you’d bring the man to his knees with your mouth, but when he pulled down his pants—and you saw it, you wanted to high-tail it out of the bedroom. How does a dick that big fit anywhere? How could a dick that big fit anywhere inside of you?
“Don’t worry, baby girl. I can teach you. Here.” Togame grabs your hand and helps you wrap your fingers around his thick base.
“You have such pretty fingers. I like the way your nails look against it.”
“You have a filthy mind, Jo.”
“Me? Nah, just being honest. Now, nice and slow, wrap your lips around the tip.”
“Like…this?” You make a show of slowly bringing your lips to his leaking head, spreading the precum across your lips like it’s lip balm.
“Look at me when you do that, sweetheart.”
You raise half-lidded eyes to meet his own as your lips wrap around the thick head of his cock.
“Yeah, just like that. I want to see those beautiful eyes when you wrap those lips around my dick.”
You can’t help but rub your thighs together to garner some much-needed friction to your clit as he peppers you with compliments.
As you slide him past your lips, even the girth of the tip has you adjusting your mouth to accommodate the size. A low, deep rumble reverberates through his chest, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re doing amazing.”
“Jo, I haven’t done much yet.”
“Trust me, you’re doing everything you need to. Now show me how much more you can take.”
You brace yourself—for what exactly, you aren’t too sure. Your lips glide down his length; tongue pushed to the side to make room for every last inch of him, the corner of your mouth straining, straining, and straining until your jaw is as wide as it can go, and your mouth feels stretched.
Togame lets out a small gasp, fighting the painful urge to fuck your face. Your mouth feels amazing. Hot, wet, and the fact that it’s you with your pretty lips wrapped around him? Oh, he’s going to savor this as long as he possibly can.
You think you’re doing a good job for him; you must be with the way he’s gripping the edge of the chair he’s sitting in and the way he’s eyeing you.
“I like it a little sloppy, baby. You think you could do that for me?”
You don’t think his question is necessary as your stretched-out mouth is already forcing saliva to slide down the length of him and collect at your knuckles and his pubic hair.
You tuck your lips behind your teeth and bob your head, tongue darting out and soft gurgling noises leaving your mouth, making sure he can see the excess spit that continues to form for him.
“Goooooood fuckin’ girl. Didn’t even have to tell you to do that. Now, pump the base, and don’t worry about being gentle.”
You do as he says, squeezing him, gentleness long forgotten as you clamp your hand around him. He’s so hard and sturdy that it feels like pure muscle, and you can swear you feel the blood rushing and pulsing in his cock. You can’t help but think about how stretched out you’d feel with his dick in you as you continue to pump him with your mouth.
Togame hisses at the sight of what you’re capable of taking into your mouth, and drooling all over him is too much. His eyes widen as you accidentally deep-throat him, taking too much too fast, and you gag. Your throat closing around him has him toeing a very dangerous line.
“Mmm, wanna make me cum, baby girl?”
You give a muffled “Mmmh!”
“Ok, but if I’m too rough, just tap my thigh like we talked about, yeah?” He places a large hand on the back of your head and begins to slowly buck his hips upward, desperately trying not to choke you just yet.
Your eyes are already watering, and your throat is burning, but you can’t stop. Not with Togame feeling so good. The sounds coming from his mouth are delicious–grunts, moans, and the occasional whimper, and you don’t want it to stop until he’s finished. It’s not long before he’s drilling his cock into your mouth, trying not to abuse the back of your throat too much and delivering words of praise and affirmation every time he does.
“You take dick so well, baby girl.”
“Y-yeah, open that mouth wider for me, ok? J-just like that.”
“Feel me at the back of your throat, sweetheart?”
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I like hearing you gag on it.”
The blowjob can’t possibly get any messier—or so you think—between saliva, precum and your tears. Suddenly, Togame groans loudly, and you can feel the muscles in his thighs clench where your hands are resting to steady yourself.
His white, thick, hot seed floods down your throat as his hands keep your head in place, his dick twitching and pulsating against the roof of your mouth.
Togame’s head is thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each moan, but the praising doesn’t stop as he can’t help but tell you how good of a girl you are for swallowing him like that on your first try.
But would he prove it? 🌚 and if he does, will it be in person? Or over video? Or just an audio of when it happens and you can hear your loud moans and whines and him saying ‘My teammates don’t believe you wet my cock every night. Unbelievable, huh squirt?’ 👹👹👹
(Jo I don’t know what’s going on with me today but it’s like you’re enabling all my intrusive thoughts!!!!!)
Listen, mark my words I will write a longer thing for this because it’s slowly consuming me from the insane but THE MERE THOUGHT of Oliver offering that little tidbit of information up to his teammates has me loopy.
Because first of all, you know his team are gonna rip him for it at first.
Like “Yeah right, Aiku. Of course you do, and Sendou ain’t a fuckin’ Virgin.”
But then of course they goad him like that, so Oliver is pulling out his phone and scrolling to one of the many videos (that he doesn’t even keep in a private album— the freak) to one of you beneath him as he rubs your clit from side to side to spray your juices in every direction.
So now half his team are crowded around the tiny phone at the side of the pitch, instead of practising. Begging him to send a copy in the group chat, and asking him if he’s got any more.
And it doesn’t matter whether he sends that video or not, because now that’s all the chat can talk about. And Oliver is sat back with a smug grin on his face as he reads all the filthy comments about exactly what they want to do to you— comments that would make most men insecure or jealous, but Oliver loves that he has something they all want. Even the strikers—
But of course he tells you, because Oliver doesn’t keep secrets from you. And at first you’re so pissed off that he showed them, especially when it was supposed to be for the pair of you— until he unlocks his phone to show you the group chat and you’re reading all these filthy messages from his teammates saying all the things they’d do to you if they could, and begging for more videos and more angles.
“See baby, they didn’t believe me— so I had to show them.”
Then queue someone saying he just got lucky, and that it was a fluke. And suddenly Oliver is starting a group call and propping the phone up on your coffee table to prove it.
And you’re like Oliver not on the damn couch, and he’s turning you so you’re sitting on his lap facing the camera— his ass on the edge of the seat like “Let’s give them a show, huh squirt?”
Inumaki Toge is the sweetest guy you know. He’s always so kind and courteous when he holds the door open for you first, or extends a warm palm to let you walk up the stairs in front of him. There’s so many sick, nasty freaks out there so you’re lucky to know a guy like him— even if he sends you terrible memes that he thinks are so funny (if you’re under nine maybe.)
But one afternoon you unlock your phone to see Inumaki’s sent you a photo. Assuming it’s another shitty meme from the first text he sent “saw this and thought of you.”
And you have no idea that he’s now freaking out on the other side of the phone because instead of sending you the hilarious alpha wolf meme that he’s just found on Pinterest, he’s sent you the last photograph in his camera roll— the photo he’d just taken a few hours earlier when you were leaving your favourite bakery.
A photo of his camera angled perfectly beneath your short skirt (almost as though he’s done it before) with an obvious peek of the baby pink panties that you’re still wearing right now.
Because how the fuck is he going to explain this to you—
You want to tame the beast inside Kaji, but maybe you just make it worse.
Pairing: Kaji Ren x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, rough sex, squirting, creampie.
“Ren,” You whine when you feel him hit a particularly deep spot inside you, the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock drag against your clit and it causes a delicious friction to build between your thighs.
You’re so pretty like this, he thinks. All spread out for him to use as he pleases, suckers long forgotten on his bedside table as he takes his frustrations out on you. Hands rough against your supple hips as he fucks into your pliant body with vigour, back hunched as he looms over you. Overcome with an urge to protect you, to defend you with his life as he lets a palm reach up to grasp your bouncing breast.
Mine.
“So pretty.” He mumbles, more to himself than anything as he sets a brutal pace. The crude sound of skin against skin melds with the shlick of your messy cunt as it echos around the room, cheeks flushed from embarrassment though Kaji doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest— in fact, he delights in it.
Kaji had found a new vice, a new way to control the raging beast inside him.
It’s too much, too intense as he drives into you with purpose. The pulsing veins form against his long, hard cock and manage to drag against your velvety walls with each forward motion as his blunt cockhead bullies your cervix. He’s so fucking deep, and you can’t stop the persistent ebb that throbs persistently in your abdomen.
Kaji always knew your body better than you knew it yourself, and perhaps this was why he fought to fuck you so hard and deep. Knowing the sweet euphoria that would come to fruition when you unravelled in front of him would make it all worth it.
“I can’t— s’too much,” You manage to get out between desperate whines, your toes curl as though you’re dancing on the precipice of bliss. Globs of pearlescent tears clump in your lashes and blur your vision as you try to blink them away, falling down your temples as he has your tits bouncing and the bed rocking from how hard he’s using you.
“You can take it,” He grunts, “You always fuckin’ do.”
And it’s true, you love when he has you like this. All spread out and pretty for him as he has you unravelling on his cock— but no amount of orgasms can prepare you for the desperate ebb that throbs needy and persistent inside your pelvis.
“No, Ren.” You gasp when he hits a particularly deep spot inside you that has your toes curling and your thighs shaking. “I’m gonna pee—”
His thrusts stutter for a moment, stilling inside you as he ponders your words. Before his eyes are back and focused with intent as he resumes his frantic pace— “Oh, fuck.”
You move a palm down to press against his abdomen, trying to quell the intense pleasure that racks through your body and push him away for a moments respite. But Kaji takes it as an invitation, wrapping a sweaty hand around your wrist as he uses it for leverage. His grip certain to leave a bruise as your palm splays against his skin, hot and heavy. Using his other hand to press messy circles against your puffy clit, smirking at the debauched look that appears on your face when he drives you close to the edge.
Kaji delights in the way you clamp down around him in the impending crux of your release, destroying your final piece of resolve as it crumbles down around you and you find yourself falling. Nails scratch against his abdomen, leaving pretty red lines in their wake as you come undone.
“Ren.” You cry out, your walls pulse around his cock as a clear stream of liquid spurts from between your thighs. Soaking you both and the sheets beneath you as Kaji continues to fuck you through it. His thumb unrelenting against your clit as he forces more of the liquid from your body, his rough movements have it spraying in all directions as you actually sob.
It barely takes a couple more thrusts before Kaji is following you into euphoria, hunched over with a guttural grunt that vibrates low and deep in his throat as he spills his spunk inside you. Coating your inner walls as he fucks it deeper inside with his softening cock, filling you up in the way he knows you covet.
He’s quick to lay his head against your breast, his chest heaving as you push his messy blond hair away from his sweaty forehead.
Kaji’s friends always joked that you tamed the beast inside him, but with the way he gazed down at you with feral eyes and a rough snarl you weren’t sure it was true. Perhaps you had tamed one beast and unleashed another—
Thinking about being Kiryu’s girlfriend and sending him a nude when he’s out with friends. But Sakura accidentally sees it by glancing over at his phone screen and cums in his pants.
Warning: 18+, sending nudes, Sakura cums in his pants in public.
Word count: 1.2k.
You[7.29PM]: I miss you :(
You text while you sprawled out in bed at home. It wasn’t your fault you were missing him so much, Kiryu always seemed to have that kind of effect on you. And bottom line— it wasn’t your fault. You knew it was a risk sending Kiryu such a lewd text when he was out with his friends, but it’s not like you hadn’t done it before.
Not even a month ago he’d had you squirting all over your favourite vibrator when he’d slipped away to the men’s bathroom to edge you over the phone. His smooth voice carrying you towards an intense climax hard and fast as he had you turning up the intensity to have you coming undone a little quicker than he would’ve liked, not that he was complaining. The pretty sounds you’d made over the phone were enough to have his cock throbbing beneath his slacks as he palmed himself to try and alleviate the tension, but he hadn’t expected you to squirt— you’re sultry whines of annoyance at the fact you’d ruined your fresh sheets filled him with an intense feeling of power as he shook his head, telling you that “You should’ve put a towel down, baby.”
Kiryu[7.31PM]: Can’t wait til I get home huh, pretty girl?
Kiryu texts back without even needing to look down at the screen, touch typing as he continues his conversation with Tsugeura. Leaving his phone unlocked beneath the table as Sakura squints from his position beside him, making out the colourful bubbles against the screen from a text conversation as he slinked lower in his seat. Who was he texting while he was out to eat with his friends, and why couldn’t it wait until he saw them in person?
You[7.34PM]: No :( I need you now.
Attached to the text was a photograph. A photograph that had Sakura’s hand slamming against the bottom of the table as he’d moved so fast to try and cover his eyes, knocking into the hardwood with the back of his knuckles as his cheeks flushed scarlet.
But now here you were once again playing with fire. And, if you’d have known that Sakura would’ve seen it, maybe you would’ve sent a better one. Instead of giving a pathetic pout up at the camera and hoping it would have Kiryu racing home.
The sudden movement caught everyone’s attention as Suo tilted his head to the side with concern, “Is everything okay, Sakura?”
“You don’t look so good.” Nirei offered from the other side of him as Sakura tried to remember how to breathe. His mind still focused on the photograph he’d just seen on Kiryu’s phone.
You’d looked so pretty as you stared directly into the camera with half-lidded eyes, a pretty pout on pink lips as you angled your body so your chest was in the frame. Round breasts cased in a lacy pink bra that matched the same shade you’d used on your lips, as Sakura struggled to breathe.
He hadn’t had a good look at the photograph, but it was enough to have him spiralling as he began to think about what the reast of you looked like, or how you looked without the bra at all. He hated himself for thinking such depraved thoughts, but even worse it was the rush of blood that left his brain and went directly between his thighs as his cock began to stiffen beneath his pants.
“Oh,” Kiryu looked down at his phone at the new messages from you, his eyes greeted with the pretty selfie you’d just sent, “is this it, Sakura? I’m sorry if you caught a glimpse, I didn’t even realise that she’d sent it.”
“Sent what?” Nirei asked as Kiryu held the phone up towards Sakura, this time the photo was zoomed in on your face so he could get an even better look at your lips. The gloss glistening against the light from the flash as Sakura squirmed in his chair, trying to alleviate the building tension as he swallowed thickly.
“My girlfriend sent me a photo, and I think Sakura snuck a peek.” Kiryu smiled innocently.
Normally Sakura would be fuming— he hadn’t snuck a peek when it was Kiryu who had been the irresponsible one and left his phone unlocked. Who did things like that? And the fact that you’d sent him such an explicit photo with no thought for the consequences.
Imagine if you’d sent it to the wrong person?! Imagine if you’d sent it to him—
Sakura felt a fresh wave of emotions surge through him at the thought. Picturing unlocking his own phone to a text thread from you and seeing that same, pretty photograph waiting for him. He began to wonder whether you’d send him more than just a picture, or whether you’d sent Kiryu any others.
“Just from a photo?” Suo laughed, “That doesn’t seem so bad.”
“I guess it was a little explicit, huh Sakura?” Kiryu smiled and then showed him the same photograph on the screen again.
“You should be more careful!” Sakura snapped, anger and embarrassment boiling in his veins. His voice came out louder than intended, as other customers turned to look at the commotion, only making him feel worse as he tried to tame his throbbing cock.
None of them had seen the photo though, seen how erotic you looked staring up at the camera. Only made worse when Kiryu got the same picture up on the screen again, and Sakura couldn’t tear his eyes away. Focused on the dark circles he could see beneath the cups of your bra that showed hardened nipples pushing taut against the fabric as he lost all sense of control.
“Oh, it’s that kind of photo.” Suo smiled, “No wonder. It seems like you’re not so shy after all, Sakura?”
Sakura was certain he wouldn’t survive, his balls seized between his thighs as they throbbed with desire. His cock hot and heavy as it pulsed beneath his boxers, fresh pre soaking the material as his knuckles turned white from holding onto the side of the table with such intensity.
“Oh, oh. Let me see, please let me see Kiryu-chan!” Tsugeura begged his friend like a desperate puppy, almost climbing out of his chair and across the table as Kiryu laughed playfully.
“I’ll have to text and ask if she minds you seeing—” He smiles, “And tell her that Sakura already snuck a peek.”
Sakura felt embarrassment surge through him at the thought of Kiryu telling you that he’d been like some sort of pervert over you, sneaking peeks at the photographs you’d intended to be for your boyfriend. But it hadn’t been his fault, Kiryu really should’ve been more careful— there was no telling how many sick, vile creeps were out there waiting to catch a glimpse of a pretty thing like you.
”Well, Sakura-chan?” Kiryu held his phone up to Sakura’s face so he could read the message, and it was all it took to have his hips jerking uncomfortably in his chair as his tummy caved in and he shot white, hot ropes of cum inside his boxers.
You[7.52PM]: Omg wait, Sakura saw?!?! Does he think I’m pretty?🥺 I can send another one if he wants—
Kiryu laughed beside him, watching as Sakura tried to hide his flushed face in the inside of his elbow as he planted his face on the table. Heaving in deep breaths roughly as he tried to fix the ache in his chest at the mere thought of you. Knowing all too well about your little puppy love crush on his best friend as he opened up the camera app on his phone—
“Maybe I should send her a photo back of you instead, huh Sakura?”
Sakura thinks as eases his hips forward. Your cunt opening invitingly as you stretch around his swollen tip, coaxing more of him inside with a pretty hum from plush lips. He’s doing better this time, he hasn’t cum the moment he felt your velvety walls clench around his cock — as he fists the sheets on either side of your head — not daring to look down at you from fear of coming undone too soon again.
It really wasn’t fair, you looked far too pretty like this.
“Feels so good, Haruka.” You sigh, and Sakura has to bite his tongue to stop his cock from pulsing at the sound. His heavy balls already tight and ready to push warm spurts of cum inside your eager cunt, but he’s determined to last more than three pumps this time— he’s prepared.
But no amount of fisting his cock with a spit-soaked palm to the thought of you could compare to the real thing right now. Your greedy walls sucking him into your scorching depths, hands smoothing along his bare chest as you whisper candied praises to him off the tip of your tongue.
It felt so good that holding back like this almost felt like torture.
“Please, move.” You whine beneath him, “I’m ready—”
You might’ve been, but Sakura definitely wasn’t.
Heterochromia eyes screwed shut as he sucked a harsh breath into his lungs through clenched teeth, trying to subdue the incessant throb surging through him as Sakura chanced a sharp, harsh thrust. One that had your body jolting as he forced you up the mattress, pushing the top of your head against the headboard as you let out a sinful moan.
Yeah, he certainly wasn’t going to last.
Your thighs shifted, clinging to either side of his hips to try and fuck yourself on his cock. Doing nothing to help quell the desperate throb in his balls as Sakura tried to think of something, anything but the debauched sight of you beneath him. A searing heat bloomed in his his cheeks, all the way to the tops of his shoulders. A fiery red that rivalled the swollen tip of his cock as he gave another harsh snap of his hips, causing you to cry out for him.
“So big.” You coo, and the saccharine lilt to your voice has him grinding his teeth.
Sakura can’t focus on anything other than the way your walls tremble around him, the pressure inside his pelvis continues to pulse as he finds himself teetering on the edge of his climax already. Trying to do more than just shamelessly rut himself into your warm, wet cunt.
“Oh, god,” You whine from beneath him, as he makes another mistake by peering at you through slitted eyes. A terrible decision that has him on the cusp of his climax as he takes in the sight of your face contorted in pleasure as your breasts bounce with each roll of his hips— practically begging him to give you everything he’s got.
And he does.
A sudden heat courses through your pliant body, collecting between your thighs as he comes undone above you. Eyes rolling back as a long, desperate cry is ripped from the back of his throat as he feels relief swiftly surge through him in rippling waves.
“Oh my god, Haru—” You begin, palms splayed on his chest to try and push him off but you can’t shift him. Not as his hips continue to jerk as he empties his balls inside you, creaming your insides with his heady spunk.
But that’s not what has you trying to move back, to get him to pull out of you.
It’s the unfamiliar heat that follows. Spreading through your core like wildfire, filling you to the brim as you feel his warm stream of piss flood into your stretched hole. Squirming beneath him as you try to avoid the sensation, but Sakura’s hips are rough and persistent as he jerks above you sloppily. Fucking the constant stream deeper inside you as his face contorts in immense pleasure, lips parted in a constant whine as he fills you to the brim.
You shouldn’t like it, but its mortifying the way your body reacts to it— your neglected clit throbs with need as you feel yourself writhe against him for some sort of relief. Trying to drag your cunt against the messy hairs at the base of his cock to give yourself some needed stimulation, nails dig into his broad shoulders as you leave a flurry of crimson crescent-moons in their wake.
The copious amounts of piss mixed with the cum from his release that he’s forced into your unsuspecting hole begin to leak out from the power and intensity of his bucking hips as it dribbles onto the sheets beneath you, soaking the fabric and sticking to your skin uncomfortably as you feel it begin cool against you.
“I’m sorry— I’m sorry, I—” Sakura doesn’t even know what to say, his mind still clouded in a euphoric haze as he keeps his twitching cock buried inside you. Chasing the sensation as he plugs you full, “It— was an accident.”
“It’s so— I feel so full.” You pant, body still heightened with shock as you lay lax beneath him. Watching his face as his tongue almost lolls out from pleasure as he pants like a dog in heat, fingers twisted tight in the sheets on either side of your head as your greedy walls still try to coax more from his spent cock even after he’s just emptied both his balls and bladder inside you.
Sakura’s hips jolt at your words, giving another sudden rut of his hips as the lewd sound of him fucking his sopping mess deeper inside you fills the room. It’s debauched, and downright crude but it only serves to have your cunt pulsing around him in satisfaction as you continue to search for your own release.
He expects you to push him away; to shove him off, which is why he’s surprised when you reach down between your connected bodies to swipe your slender fingers against your puffy clit. Pressing quick, insistent circles against it as Sakura can’t help but watch— his cock still half-hard and eager as he gives another thrust in retaliation to the way your walls clamp down around him.
He’s not sure he has anything left to give; the last orgasm so intense that he’d been unable to control his bladder as he poured a warm stream of piss inside your pliant walls. But he’s certain you’ll probably be mad at him when he pulls away, because even with his complete lack of knowledge he knows enough to know that what he did wasn’t fucking normal— so why the hell did he like it so much?
He’s brought back to you when he feels your walls begin to pulse and spasm around him, a telltale sign of your impending release as hazy eyes glance down at where your bodies are connected. Watching the speed of your fingers increase as you work yourself towards your own bliss, coming undone with a whiny cry of his name as he feels your walls squeeze down around him in a salacious attempt at stealing another load from him.
Your arms reach up to wrap around his shoulders to pull him down into a languid flash of tongues and teeth, breathing soft moans into his mouth as he finally pulls out. Eyes immediately focused on the mess of cum and piss that leaks out of your spent cunt, soaking your inner thighs as it drools onto the sheets beneath you. And it’s embarrassing how the sight alone is enough to have his cock standing to attention again, debating whether to push himself back inside your velvety walls to steal another climax from you— he’d definitely do better this time, he’s sure of it.
“I can’t believe you just pissed inside me, Haruka.” You groaned, face flushed with embarrassment as Sakura goes completely red, “That’s so embarrassing.”
No, what was embarrassing is how much he liked it, he thinks. Nose scrunched in a mixture of shyness and shame as he tries desperately not to meet your gaze, or look at the mess he’s made between your thighs.
“We’re taking a bath.” You pout, “And you’re changing the sheets, so hopefully you can last more than five minutes without pissing inside me again.”
But the blase tone of your voice does nothing but send another pathetic jolt directly to his throbbing cock as he tries to bury his face in the curve of your neck.
is it completely selfish to wanna see togame and endo both tryna teach sakura at the same time…. they’d be so toxic w it….
You would not survive.
Warnings: 18+, squirting, Endo is mean, praise, degradation, Endo and Sakura finger fuck you at the same time.
“Should you even be trying to teach him when you don’t even know where the clit is?” Togame drawls from his position on the couch, hands stuffed into his shishitoren jacket as he watches both men hunched over your naked form.
“Do you have a mute switch?” Endo sneers, glaring back at him before he brings his attention back to you.
There’s something so lewd about being completely naked in a room full of clothed men that has a heat flooding directly to your cunt, your neglected clit throbs desperate and hungry for attention as you whine pathetically. They’re talking about you as though you’re not even here, and despite seeing you like this on more than one occasion, Sakura can’t bear to look at you.
“I dunno how the fuck you managed to pull such a hot girlfriend when you don’t even know where her clit is—” Endo scoffed, his thumbs spread you open as he watches the pretty webs of slick snap off between you.
“You don’t know where it is either, apparently.” Togame chuckled to himself as he shifted his position on the couch, spreading his thighs apart as his cock pulsed with need beneath his thick sweats.
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Endo growled, “I hate cocky backseat drivers.”
“I’m pretty certain I’d have made her cum twice by now.” Togame tossed his head back against the couch in laughter.
“With the speed you move? I doubt it.”
Endo’s fingers are rough as he strokes them through your folds, collecting some of your leaking slick on his fingers as he feels for what he’s looking for— knowing the moment he finds it when you jolt beneath him, before he gives Sakura a smug grin.
“Found it,” He practically coos, uncharacteristically so as he begins to press rough persistent circles into it, “Am I touching her here before you have?”
“No!” Sakura shouts, probably louder than necessary, “I’ve touched her — there — before too.”
“Yeah? Did you make her cum?”
Sakura was positive that he had, I mean— you seemed to like it at the time, didn’t you? And you hadn’t told him otherwise— but he was positive he’d never seen you look like this before, completely dishevelled and at their mercy.
“Yeah, of course I did—” He blushed, “Lots.”
Endo’s fingers felt like they were kneading your clit as his pressure increased, clearly trying to get you towards your climax hard and fast without trying to find out how you actually liked to be touched.
“He’s being so rough isn’t he, sweetheart?” Togame cooed as he sat down beside you, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before pressing two thick digits against your pouty lips, watching you open your mouth to wrap your tongue around them as all three men ogled the scene, “Let’s see if this is any better, yeah?”
Togame knocks Endo’s hand away easily as he presses his spit soaked fingers against your sensitive nub, circling it gently with far less pressure compared to Endo.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Endo’s filthy mouth sneered, and it did nothing to satiate the heat swiftly building inside you, “Why are you even here?”
“Well, someone has to make her cum— isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Togame cooed, ignoring Endo in favour of you. His delicate touch has you writhing beneath him as you roll your hips into his touch with a whine, trying to give yourself more stimulation as your cunt continues to drool.
“I don’t think thats enough for her,” Endo smirks, plunging three thick digits inside you without warning, stealing the air from your lungs as your mouth parts in a desperate groan, “See— she likes it rough, don’tcha you little freak.”
You weren’t even sure if that was a rhetorical question as you mewled in response, toes curling as Endo continued to bicker with Togame before he brought his attention to your sheepish boyfriend.
“Have you ever kissed her down here, Sakura?” Togame smiles, watching the way Sakura’s cheeks turn a violent red as he tries to form a coherent response. Certain his heart will give out before he makes it there—
“K-kissed, what— where?”
“Her pretty little clit,” Togame splits his fingers into a v-shape to pull the hood of your clit back, showing Sakura the swollen nub as he waits for his answer. Tapping the tip of his middle finger against it as you arch your back into his touch, your body hungry and desperate for more while your mind screamed that it was far too much— too intense.
“He clearly hasn’t,” Endo scoffs, curling his fingers as you thrash beneath him. This was all becoming far too much.
“Why don’t you give it a try, hm?” Togame smiled.
And before Sakura can even decide, Endo’s hand is rough against the base of his skull as he forces his head down between Togame’s parted fingers to smash his lips against your puffy clit.
“Oh my god.” Your toes curl as your body jolts, the moan that leaves your throat is debauched as all three men groan in tandem. Sakura’s tongue peeks out to lap at your clit and it’s enough to have your entire body quivering as you feel hot tears begin to clump in your lashes.
“Calling my name already, pretty girl?” Endo sneers, his other hand still knuckle deep as he fucks his fingers into you with reckless abandon, “She’s so sensitive—”
“Bet she looks so pretty when she cums too.” Togame smiles, keeping your folds spread open as Sakura laps at your clit.
“Whoever makes her cum the hardest gets to stick it in first.” Endo’s crude words have you clenching down around him, “Oh? You like the sound of that, little slut—”
“Don’t call her that!” Sakura’s brows are furrowed as he pulls away from your clit, his hand balled into a fist and ready to swing.
“Why not? She liked it, didn’t you pretty girl?” He laughs, “Clamped down on me so fuckin’ hard when I said it too, feel for yourself.”
Endo doesn’t even care his fingers are covered in you as he reaches for Sakura’s wrist, smearing your slick against his wrist as he pushes two of Sakura’s fingers inside you.
“Show him how much you like being our dirty little slut, huh?” And this time, Sakura feels the way you throb around him at the mean words— causing him to wonder if this was something you’d always liked and he hadn’t known?
“See, she loves it.” Endo doesn’t miss a beat as he’s pushing his own fingers back inside you to settle beside Sakura’s. Curling them back up into position as he encourages your boyfriend to do the same, Togame’s fingers already poised back in place against your clit as all three men work you towards your climax.
You tilt your head to glance down at the men between your thighs as you notice Endo has pulled his sweats down just enough to free his thick, heavy cock as he fists himself in tandem with his fingers fucking into you. The sight enough to have you moaning out loud as you throb around their digits.
“I’m surprised you’re that cocky when you’ve only got that hanging between your thighs.” Togame muses.
“Oh yeah? Why don’t you come and get a closer look, pretty boy.”
You haven’t even seen Togame’s cock yet, but you knew it was big. Enough to show even when it was soft beneath the sweats he always preferred to wear, the thought of how he looked hard had your stomach in knots. You’re certain you’re gonna pass out, curling your fingers into the soft fabric of Togame’s sweats as you feel your climax chasing you hard and fast.
“Feel that? She’s gonna cum already—” Endo grinned.
An unfamiliar sensation began to build in your pelvis, as you felt a harsh throb begin to emanate from your bladder. Trying to move your fingers down to push their hands away but Togame was quick to hold your hand in his, lacing your fingers together gently as he gave you a soft smile that hid his true depraved intentions.
“Just let it happen, sweetheart,” He murmured, “Just let go.”
And you did. Your orgasm crashed through you like a freight train, your eyes rolling back as clear streams of squirt began to spurt from your hole. Made worse by Togame’s frantic hand against your clit as the stream splashed everywhere. Against wrists, forearms and faces as Sakura pulled his wrist back in shock—
“Are you fuckin’ stupid?” Endo snarled, adding another finger to make four as he resumed his rough thrusting to make up for the loss of Sakura, “Why’d you fuckin’ stop?!”
“She peed.” Sakura blushed awkwardly, and yet he sat mystified at the scene in front of him.
“That’s not pee, Sakura,” Togame grinned, “You just made her squirt.”
“S-squirt?” His heart was hammering against his chest, the room entirely too hot as he watched more of the clear liquid spill from your hole and dribble onto the floor beneath you. His cock throbbed beneath his jeans as he splayed a palm against it in a feeble attempt to satiate the ache.
“Yeah, it’s hot right?” Togame slapped your clit softly as you jerked beneath him, twisting your body so your head was resting on one of his muscular thighs as you tried to regain your breath.
“Finally something we agree on.” Endo glared, deliberately moving his fingers in a way to have your cunt making the sloppiest sounds.
“Okay, new game.” Togame gives you a lazy smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead as though giving you an obligatory apology, “First one to make her squirt again gets to fuck her first.”
