‼️Warnings: Rimjob, anal penetration with tongue, untouched orgasm, short, Kenma being a pillow princess
Lazy but horny! Kenma, who spent hours playing games last night, eyes glued to the Switch, while you were out all day shopping and taking care of things around the house.
Lazy but horny! Kenma finally came out of the room, stretching and rubbing his tired eyes, shuffling his feet to meet you, and he stopped in front of the kitchen door, his eyes fixed on you cooking animatedly.
Lazy but horny! Kenma who awkwardly hugs you from behind, murmuring softly about how needy he is, whimpering and lazily moving his hips against your butt. He was tired of spending hours awake; he just wanted to lie in a soft bed with his girlfriend on top of him.
Lazy but horny! Kenma quickly lets himself be carried away by your hands, lying down on the sofa and letting you manipulate his body as you wish, taking off his clothes, and squeezing his cute butt.
Lazy but horny! Kenma, who melts at your touch, and almost turns to jelly when you decide to give him a rimjob.
Lazy but horny! Kenma, rubbing his hips against the sofa cushion in search of relief, leaves a damp stain on the fabric.
Lazy but horny! Kenma moans against the pillow, hugging it weakly as he feels your tongue circle his soft, tight entrance.
Lazy but horny! Kenma doesn't even bother to move against you, leaving all the work of making him see stars to you, enjoying the mess you make in his needy hole, the prostate stimulation you're giving him with your warm tongue is already enough to make him ejaculate soon.
Lazy but horny! Kenma rolls his eyes and shudders completely, feeling his soft cock shoot sperm onto the sofa blanket, making him look even more exhausted than before.
Lazy but horny! Kenma looks at you with a pout, awaiting your after care<3
mdni cw- mentions of pegging, slight choking, spit play (only levi)
eren was in the mood for a change in your relationship, he felt like you guys had done everything but anal, and since you were the domaninant one he wanted you to bring it up and he would just eagerly agree and throw his ass in the air for you too catch. But no it seemed you were moving along fine, which means he had too take matters into his own hands.
He buys all you need he just waits for you to get out the shower, layed in bed nude on his side extenuating his curves. Hearing the water turn off he gets in his form - face down, ass up - his plan was quite simple. You would see him bare ass waving in the air for you, cream would dribble down your leg, and ravage him right then and there.
When you finally exit the bathroom and is met with the sight of eren in position would make his plan go exactly as planned.
levi was more vanilla or a sub top if you would prefer, y'know you on top riding him, using him as a dildo not caring how many times he had cummed or if he came at all for that matter. He just wanted to be used, you spitting in his face and rubbing it in like cleanser made him fall even more for you. So he thought what you guys did was filthy enought until he had overheard a conversation of yours on the phone, you were talking to your friend about stuff you would wanna try and you had mentiong wanting to peg levi but not even wanting to suggest it out of fear of rejection.
he loves you so much he would do anything for even things he's timid on trying but after furthur research he compiled all you needed and surprised you with it. And of course you had to show him how greatful you were for his braveness and taking your strap like a slut so well for his first time.
armin was very bashful and hesitant so trying to convince him to let you buy the strap-on you guys found while strolling in spencer's is insane. On top of the vulger language your using about the positions you would have him in and the noises you would discover he made, made his cheecks heat up and palms get sweaty.
He was afraid to have his ass tooted up (your words not his) but at the same time the way your face lit up when you saw it had him in awe, he just wants to make you happy.
So now the blonde haired boy who could barely take getting overstimualted when jerking him off is now taking 6.5 inches.
safe to say it will be something you do for special occasions, like of the presents on your birthday.
a/n Heyy this was just something quick until I release my Tengen NSFW alphabet, so until then this is the best I can do! TYY I'd you made it this far <333
needy!drunk!gojo satoru x gn reader-based off this post
synopsis: gojo is a lightweight, vowed to sobriety to keep whatever bit of shame he has left to his name. but he really can't help but take a few shots when he sees you doing the same.
warnings: sub gojo, gn dom reader, both reader and gojo are drunk, gojo's a lightweight, handjob, semi-public sex, he cries-like a lot, he also had nipple piercings bc i couldn't help myself, reader's kinda a hoe, feelings, think that's it
The warm press of hands against your hips is what makes you gasp. The soft touch of lips traced over your throat is what makes your head spin.
What a delightful feeling.
What a human desire.
“Touch me.”
The room spins around you, the warm feeling of being held making you sigh, leaning into it. The scent of him, the greedy claiming of his presence in your mind. So selfish. Of him not to think of the effect that this has on you. To not care about the war going on in your mind.
“Touch me, please?” A whine this time. A meek sound, spilling from his lips, making your body light up in return.
“Satoru,” He practically purrs at his name on your lips. Pathetic. How easily riled up he is. How easily you’re able to make his knees feel weak. How much he loves the sound of your lips forming his name.
“Mmmm, say it again.”His nose sweeps delicately over your neck, working over a heavy sigh as he tries not to get drunk on the smell of your shampoo. Or more drunk than he already is, that is.
“Your name?” You mutter slowly.
“Yeah….” His words have been gradually slurring over the span of the night, with the amount of shots he’s taken, with the amount of drinks he’s had. With the inches of space between you closing until there’s nothing between you but the thin layer of clothing that does nothing to hide the bulge he shamelessly presses against you.
Even so, you know that he's always been far beyond measures of shame, but this is a whole new level, the way he continues to press his body impossibly closer to yours, his broad chest against your shoulders, his hips canting against you.
You’ve always hated how he’s been taller than you, his incessant teasing when he throws you over his shoulder as you yell and pound on his back. He takes advantage of it all too often.
You don’t mind now.
“Why, Satoru?” Maybe you’re cruel for the teasing, for liking your friend’s reactions all too much. Shivering, nearly violently, throbbing against your lower back.
He whines, “Sounds so…-so much better when you say it. Makes me wanna just…”
His breath is heavy with the scent of alcohol and you’re still not entirely sure how Shoko and Suguru managed to get him to break his vow of sobriety. Not when you’d seen him turning them down for the first bit of the night.
The next time you saw him he was getting dragged along by you, gulping down whatever liquids you shoved into his hands.
With his feverish hands tracing up your body and his sinful hips pressing against yours. Muttering about how he wanted you and needed you, whispering about things he'd never have said in the harsh reality of day, but was that not the beauty of getting intoxicated beyond belief?
“Hmm? Just what?”
He simpers, “Wan’ you to touch me, play with me, like I’m just a toy for you~” He grinds slowly and you wish you could kiss him. Kiss him until he’s breathless and red and can’t remember his own name. Dazed and dizzy and muttering gibberish while loosely gripping onto you.
You don’t think if you’d even have to kiss him to do that right now, but the taste of his perfectly pink lips would just be an added pleasure to this delectable mix.
But you shouldn’t. And you won’t.
Not because he’s your friend and this will surely be crossing some unspoken line.
Or because it’ll throw off the axis of your entire friend group. You'd never let that stop you before. And you wouldn’t let something like that stop you now. Not when you've clumsily pressed your lips to Shoko’s, high out of your mind and hidden under the blanket of dark nights. Or when you let your hands wander along the lengths of Suguru’s skin, promising to make him feel things he’d never felt before.
Not because Satoru Gojo is one of your best friends.
But because Satoru Gojo is currently drunk and so are you. And despite the fact that you’re practically drowning in the warmth of alcohol and all that is Satoru Gojo, you want whatever you do with him to mean something-be something. Not just a clumsy night of drunken mistakes and hazy flashes, not something you’ll forget in the morning and agree to never speak of again.
He’s too…important for you to treat him like that. And you’re too selfish to let anything you do to him to mean anything but the fact that he would be yours. But he’s not yours. And you’re not his. And all this thinking is only making a steady ache build behind your temples.
You sigh, twisting around in his arms. Blue eyes blinking back at you, slowly searching over yours and fuck, his lips are so kissable. Pink and plump, trapped between his too white teeth.
“Let’s get you back to Shoko and Suguru, they’ll take you home and make sure you don’t kill yourself.” You’re not entirely sure where they went or why they’ve left the two of you behind, all alone where they'd know neither of you were in the right mind to make good choices.
“No,” He shakes his head, white hair tossing, ruffled and mussed from a night of clinging to you like this. Far too close for comfort though you still couldn’t bring yourself to pry him off. “No, n-no, don’t wan’you to leave…”
You begin to tug him off either way. He’s not sane enough to make decisions for himself and you don’t think you are either. “C’mon baby, let’s go find your friends.”
He shudders and grips your hand, refusing to move an inch. Tears pool in his eyes and your jaw hardens.
You sigh. You didn’t know why you thought this was a fight you’d win either way. It was a losing game trying to argue with Satoru. His lips wobble and you can feel your resolve withering away by the second. Tearing down every single defence you put up around, being ripped away by him and his stupid tears as if they were paper.
“Don’t leave.” He whispers and he looks pathetic but you know you’ll give in to him if he asks you to. “Don’t leave me…please.”
You cup his cheek and he purrs, melting into the touch as if he were a cat, pushing into you for more attention. Basking in your attention as you sweep his tears away with your thumb, letting him close his eyes and pull you into the soft cushioning of a booth.
You feel heady or maybe it’s the alcohol talking. More tears roll down his cheeks, tracking along the slopes of his flushed face. Crystalline and sacred and you realize with a twist in the pit of your stomach that it’s arousing.
The sight of him. His sweat-soaked skin and his eyes big and glassy. And the fragile mask he’s worked so hard to keep up deteriorating beneath your very eyes, each tear breaking and cracking apart the image of the powerful man he claims to be.
A crumpled facade of a God into a something more, something divine and corrupt, something vulnerable and weak and so very human in your arms, falling apart by a mere touch.
Maybe you’re more fucked up than you realized. Maybe you’re just horny. Maybe because it’s him. And he’s Satoru Gojo and everything about him is perfect. Powerful. Transcendent. A God against humans, finally falling apart like this, before you, ready to fall to his knees. Perhaps he was always meant to.
“Don’t wanna be alone…don’t wanna…ngh~”
His hips thrust up, a whiny gasp working past his lips. He pants as if he’s run a marathon and you want to do such delectably sinful things to him and you’re sure you could do them all and more and he’d only beg and plead for more.
Perhaps…
“Kiss me.”
Your heart thuds in your chest, you wonder if he can hear with how loud it is. “Satoru,”
He whines and grinds and you moan. And it’s a losing battle.
“Shut up,” he insists, hand cupping the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair, almost obsessively. “Shut up and just kiss me.”
“You know we can’t. You-“
“I, am perfectly fine.” His words are a pant, a plea, whispered with a kind of reverence of a worshipper to a god. “Just kiss me, fuck me. Use me,” white eyelashes flutter, blue looking all the bluer rimmed with red and filled with tears. “Use me until you’re bored of me, until there’s nothing left-i don’t care.” He breathes, desperate and pleading and looking like he’s ready to get down on his damn knees on the dirty sticky floor. “Just-please.”
A losing fucking battle.
Maybe it always was. Trying to keep your hands off him, now, you realized it was like setting a treat on a dogs nose and telling them to wait. A crazy amount self control with the eventual prize just in sight.
All you can think as you cup his cheeks, flushed and wet from tears, warm against your hands is how fucking pretty he is. How you want him more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything. “Fuck, Satoru,” you mutter and he moans deep and appreciatively and then you’re pulling him in to slide your lips against his.
And now all you can think about is how much of a dumbass you are for not doing this sooner.
He tastes like alcohol and cigarettes-when he had one you don’t know but you do know that it’s the most intoxicating mix you’ve ever encountered. You feel like you’re floating, high off his taste and his moans; like he’s a drug and you’re the addict, injecting him straight into the vein.
It's far from elegant and he’s not perfect at it in the way you’d expect from a man as beautiful as him-godhood hasn’t blessed him in every aspect. But he’s desperate and he's eager to take everything you give, mewling against your lips.
He’s so needy and it's crazy the way it sends you into a sort of reverie. His hands gripping your hips hard, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go, like he’s hoping you’re real and not a apparition of drunken hysteria. He pulls you closer, as if you could get close enough that no one could find where you ended and he started, that you might be able to meld into one.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same sentiment. If you didn’t try your hardest to do the exact same; nails pressing into his skin, making him whine as you tilted his head back and slipped your tongue into his mouth, exploring, feeling, taking, using.
Just like he told you to do.
He vibrates against you, nearly shaking with choked noises. He mutters soundless words, each and every one swallowed by you as soon as they’re spoken. Pleas and prayers, worships and praises.
You’d show him what real ascension felt like.
You probably should be embarrassed, or at the very least shameful to be putting on such a show in front of what you know are watching eyes. But you know that Gojo is far past shame at this point and you're too enamoured by the beauty that is Satoru Gojo clinging to you like he’s about to break.
To be honest, you can't find it in yourself to give a shit about any of them. About anything but him, focusing your attention on devouring him whole as he shatters, ready to catch every piece as they fall into your waiting hands. No matter if the shards rip apart your skin and leave you a bloody mangled mess.
You break away first, fighting a smile at his whine as you pull away from him, panting.
He looks unravelled, messy. His usual flirty facade lost to pleasure. His watery eyes and heartbroken whines gone as well. Overwhelmed by swollen lips and gasps to make up for lost air. A blush like he’s just realized where he is, burying his face into your neck to hide from the probing eyes. To whisper, "You're too good at that, you know?.”
You bark a laugh and he nuzzles into your skin.
And then you’re redirecting him to your lips again.
In a flurry of hands and lips, messy steps and you’re clumsily stumbling into the bathroom. Quickly, Satoru is shoved against the door, fingers fumbling for the lock.
Your lips find his neck, fluttering a barrage of open-mouthed kisses over the heated skin, dragging your tongue along his thrumming heartbeat.
He whines and he begs, muttering nonsense that makes it to your ears but not to your head as you hum against him. Slender fingers knit through your hair, holding you close to him, pleading for you to never leave him.
“Touch me, touch me, touch me.” He repeats, slurred and slow, his eyes drooped shut, his voice husky with want, with lust and everything he’s been just barely repressing all this time.
But you've only ever been a slave to his desires.
So you respond in tenfold, nipping and sucking, leaving evidence that you've been here, staking a claim that doesn't exist and maybe never will but for tonight maybe you can play pretend.
Because he keens when your teeth sink into his skin and his back arches, pressing evidence of his wanton yearnings against you like you might devour him whole.
Like he wants you to.
He quieter when he whispers something that could change everything. “Love me?”
Your heart pounds in your chest but you’d never turn him down.
Fingers deftly undo the buttons on his tight-fitting button up, revealing porcelain-like skin underneath. His nipples are hard and pink and fucking pierced.
He gasps when you touch them, pinching them between your thumb and forefinger.
And you've never been particularly mean but you can make an exception for the God in front of you, leaving him to tortuous touches all while he throbs and thrusts into nothing but the fabric of his too-tight pants, whining from the stimulation that's all too little.
He's been begging for this all night. Whispering dirty words like a little tease, like a shameless slut.
He got you all riled up and for that you think that he should take his own share of teasing.
For retribution, for your own piece of mind and the pleasure it is to watch him squirm against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and tearstained and begging in small breathless whimpers barely over a whisper.
But you've never been able to resist him long, not then, not now and not ever.
Your hand finally reaches for his waistband, his body shivering with the feeling of your fingers dipping onto hot, untouched skin.
But he stops you.
His hand, large and pale landing over your own in a quick moment of lucidity.
His voice emerged, a whisper of uncertainty and longing. "Y-You'll take care of me?"
You met his vulnerability with a promise because you could never leave him with any less. "Yes," your words a whispered caress, a undying oath in itself, a vow that you'd take beyond this in whatever may happen.
Your lips brush over his ear, his eyes squeezing shut as your hand wraps around him, dragging a ruinous moan from deep in his throat.
"I promise, I will."
And your hand is wrapping around him, hot and wet and hard, all for you. Just for you. And his head is turned off, just sensations and feeling and you.
Just you.
"F-fuck, yes, please," so broken, fragile almost as ironic as it is. "Yes, pl-please, feels so go-good."
He doesn't last long and you don't know if it's from all the teasing you've administered or from how long he's been worked up for.
But you rather like the thought of him being sensitive enough that your voice and a few strokes is enough to bring him to the edge.
To have him pulsing in your hand while his arms wrap around your shoulders, blunt nails scraping into you skin as his hips thrust with reckless abandon.
His body quivering with pleasure as your hand forms a loose hole for him to fuck into, your thumb playing with the sensitive head of his dick.
"Please, please I need it, need it so bad," And he has no right sounding this good, looking this good while fucking into your hand like a goddamn dog. "Need it more than anything."
He always has been one for dramatics.
His head falls back against the wall, throat bobbing with the moan deep in his throat, fuck how the marks of your teeth stand out on the pale skin of his neck. Your lips permanent on his body for now, forever maybe if he'll let you keep replacing them.
"Fuck, Satoru," You free hand threads through his head, pushing his lips to meet yours, messy and slopping as he arches against you, hips thrusting erratically to match your pace. Keening when you nip at him, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, nails scratching at his scalp sending tingles down every part of his body.
He breaks away with a gasp and a cry when and only when he absolutely has to, eyes shining and chest heaving with breaths to fill his burning lungs.
And he's crying. And he's beautiful.
More beautiful than anyone or anything you've ever seen in your life.
"Shit, I'm close, m' so fuckin' close-!"
You’re half out of your mind and you couldn’t feel more sane. Like this was meant to happen-like he was meant to be yours.
"Don' stop, please don't stop," he gasps, like you'd ever think about it, like you'd could even if you wanted to.
“Satoru,” And he shakes.
“Satoru,” And he sobs.
“Satoru,” And he breaks, head falling back as if in prayer, a finger pushing his chin up, clashing against a higher power he didn't think possible.
“My one and only Satoru.” Soft and sweet and just for him and only him. And he’s gone.
Ropes of cum spurt out, rope after rope, covering your hand and the floor. Covering his thighs and his stomach in a mess.
Everything feels fuzzy and his cheeks are pink. A stupid grin crossing his face as he melts, boneless in your arms. "I love you." He mutters, distantly, foggily.
Perhaps somewhere beneath the haze he thinks that maybe you've said the same back. But he isn't quite sure anymore. He needs to be sure.
Slowly, he's lowered onto the floor into a sitting position. The tile is cold against his bare skin but it's okay because you're still caressing him, holding his face in your hand, thumb wiping at his tears.
"You love me right?"
You leave for moment and a whines at the loss of you pressed against him. Even if it's only for a few seconds he feels lonely and empty without your touch.
But then you're back and you're wiping him down with a wet towel, cleaning off his skin so gently, as if he's made of glass of porcelain, like he something to be cherished and taken care of.
"Hey pretty boy, you good?" He recognizes your voice even throughout the cloud in his mind. He nods and you smile and he's melting all over again.
"Do you love me?"
You roll your eyes and for an awful second he thinks that maybe you're going to say no. But then you're pushing the hair off his forehead and kissing him so fucking gently he thinks he'll cry.
"I do love you Satoru."
And his heart is bursting-he swears it is, it's beating so fast and so hard he's absolutely sure that you can hear it and that the quiet laughs escaping your pretty lips is because you can tell how dumbly in love with you he is.
But that doesn't matter.
Because right now he's normal person and you're a normal person and nothing else will matter but the fact that he's your's now.
"I love you too, y'know?" He mumbles.
You kiss him again, and again, and again. On his forehead and his temples, his cheeks and the tip of his nose and each of his eyelids. You kiss everywhere on his face until his lips are pouted out and he lets out a little whine of frustration.
And then you kiss his lips. Barely a peck, too fast and short for his taste but he doesn't have time to complain as you pull him off the floor.
“C’mon pretty boy, let me bring you home.”
“Mmm,” He doesn’t move, boneless against you. “Will you fuck me again?”
You laugh, soft. “Like I’d be able to resist you.”
I feel like Armin Arlert is definitely the type to make it his mission to please you he's very submissive and very sweet.
However, he is very into teasing he loves making you nervous and likes looking at your reactions when he starts rubbing you in your sensitive areas.
Every time the tip of his dick touches your wet pussy in missionary, he can't help himself but to lose control and demolish your insides.
Armin is sensitive and extremely loud the minute he feels your pussy in contact with his dick he'll start with his whimpers and then continue to praise you telling you how perfect that pussy of yours is and how good your pussy feels and how tight it is.
his favorite position is cowgirl because he gets off on the fact that you're using his dick as a dildo.
he loves hearing every sound you make your moans your whimpers and cries even the sound your pussy makes when he eats you and fucks you.
Armin craves to please you for example he is the biggest munch he'll eat you out like if he was being starved matter fact like if you were the best meal he's ever had.
he cums fast when it comes to you all it takes is to get a taste of your sweet pussy.
he loves being your dirty little slut that gets to devour you he'll start by licking circles around your clit then start sucking it looking to see your reactions slurping all of your juice's that pours out of your sweet pussy.
by the time that your done with him he looks like a mess glasses all fogged up and face glistening from eating your pussy.
your little office slut that gets used by you, the boss, whenever you want<3
under the desk while you do some frustrating paperwork, hoping to relieve some of that tension by sucking you off like a good little toy<3 and when you cum allllll over his face, he'll make sure to lick it all up like a good boy<3
bent over the table during meetings, all your workers trying not to make eye contact with either of you as your little toy moans like a shameless whore, spreading his legs further for you, hands helplessly grasping at the table as you fuck him within an inch of his life.
shivering at the cold glass pressed against his skin as you fuck him hard and fast against the window of your office. his face is stained pink even though he knows all those people down below can't see him, or he doesn't think so at least...
cw; thigh riding, grinding, use of good boy and baby (to kirishima)
a/n; this has been in my drafts for ages, do tell me if you think I should add any more cw
puppy!kiri who felt lonely and went on a search to find you in your shared apartment.
puppy!kiri who finds you in the living room sitting under the kotatsu with work spread out in front of you.
puppy!kiri who sits himself down next to you laying his head to rest in the crook of your neck nuzzling into you. you know the position is uncomfortable for him but allow him to stay.
puppy!kiri who when you let out a quizzical hum responds with a whispered “missed you”.
puppy!kiri who after a few minutes of staying by your side starts to fidget and begins to play with the hem of his your oversized shirt.
puppy!kiri who when you ask “whats wrong baby?” answers with “nothing” but continues his actions anyway.
puppy!kiri who slips his hands under your shirt and starts caressing your side.
puppy!kiri who when you tell to stop lets out a defeated sigh but perks up when you tell him to “sit in my lap”.
puppy!kiri who jumps up and turns over to straddle your thighs wrapping his arms around you.
puppy!kiri who leaves a few light kisses to your neck and presses a chaste kiss to your lips then rests his head on your shoulder.
puppy!kiri who after a few minutes can’t help but softly rut against your leg while letting out quiet whimpers at the minimal friction he’s getting.
puppy!kiri who when you tell to “stop, you’re distracting me” and “wait” lets out a high pitched whine but listens and still his hips earning a “good boy” from you.
puppy!kiri who can’t help it begins to move again and earns a swat to his ass and a “stop otherwise I’ll have to punish you”.
puppy!kiri who at the threat of punishment stills instantly and wills his erection to go down.
puppy!kiri who does everything he can to not rub himself against you counting sheep, pinching his arm, taking deep laboured breaths.
puppy!kiri who is rewarded when you finally push your work back rubbing at his side whispering words of “good boy” and “I knew you could do it”.
puppy!kiri who shivers and leans into you as you praise him and trail kisses down his neck.
puppy!kiri who begs chanting “please” over and over again signs of tears welling in his eyes, sounding so desperate you don’t have it in you to deny him.
puppy!kiri who when you say “you can carry on baby, I won’t stop you now” sets a rough pace grinding and pressing himself up against you and rests his head on your shoulder.
puppy!kiri who sucks bruises into your skin muffling his moans while increasing in speed chasing his release.
puppy!kiri who finally breaks and lets out a high pitch moan when you whisper “c’mon baby, give it to me” and “be a good boy and let go for me” because he’s your good boy and will always give you what you want.
puppy!kiri who practically melts into you as you rub at his sides telling him he’s “such a good boy for me” and that “I love you so much” for him to slur out “love you” back.
puppy!kiri who when you make motions to move asks if you want him to do something in return but is refused as you say “as long as you’re satisfied so am i baby, but thanks for the offer”.
puppy!kiri who drapes himself over you as you drag him to the bathroom to get “washed up” and “ready for bed”.
puppy!kiri who is like putty in your hands as you strip him of his soiled pants and shirt placing him in the bath to wipe him down.
puppy!kiri who almost falls asleep in the tub as he feels your hands roam his toned body with care but is warned not to as it would take a lot of effort for you to lift his weight by yourself.
puppy!kiri who once dry and fully clothed pulls you down into bed with him and wraps his firm arms around you tucking his head under yours.
puppy!kiri who falls asleep instantly within the security of your loving arms with you not to long following after.
authors note – mmm. i love ushijima sm. this boutta be some softcore shit jus to get started.
content warnings – first time (for ushijima). rawdogging. praise. choking. porn w/out a plot. creampie.
ushijima watched as your naked body towered over his. his whole face down to his neck tomato red. how could someone be this beautiful with or without clothes on? his eyes scanned your shape, it’s like you could practically see the hearts as his pupils.
“you ready? jus’ let me know if you’re uncomfortable with anything. i’ll stop if you want,” you whisper into the shell of his ear. your hot breath tickling his ear love made him shiver slightly. ushijima slowly nodded, indicating that he was ready. for you. the way your lips travelled down his body made him go crazy.
hands snaking down his torso, fingers tracing every crevice of his rock hard abs. sucking and nibbling ever so slightly on his collarbone. “fuh.. fuck,” ushijima huffed, his cock throbbing and leaking pre. all this kissing and licking is already enough to make him cum.
small hickeys form all over his neck and collarbone. he’s your canvas, decorating him with every touch you make. you watch as he lets out small moans and huffs from your attack on his body. shit, he’s never felt anything like this before.
“name, i want– want you now. please, give it to me. i’m ready to be in your embrace,” ushijima breathed impatiently, his brown eyes looking strongly into yours. fuck, you couldn’t even say no. you wanted to give him the best first time, no teasing. just pure love and tenderness.
“okay baby, i got you,” you say while you grab his cock, lining it up with your folds. you’ve honestly been waiting for this as much as him. slowly, you sit down on his cock fully. giving him and yourself a minute to adjust.
ushijimas’ eyes roll back as he felt your warm, gooey insides wrap around his cock. his shaky hands grabbing your hips, holding you down. it was taking everything in him not to just cum right there and then. “goddd. i’m so in love with you,”
you start to lift your body up, dragging your walls on his dick. his head falls back as he sighs in pleasure. sweat rolling down his body, muscles tensing up. even the stretch is making you feel so good. his lengthy cock hitting all the right spots.
“take control of me,” ushijima whispers softly, looking into your eyes lovingly. you moan as you bring your hand up to his thick neck. wrapping what you can around it while squeezing. you can feel his dick twitch inside of you. you heard him utter a little ‘yes’ under his breath.
he feels like he’s losing control by the second. your warm juices flowing down his cock and thighs. ushijimas’ hips slammed up into yours, making you choke out. ramming into your pussy at a fast pace, his eyes are hyper focused on your tits bouncing.
his strong arms wrap around your waist as he abuses your cunt.
“a-ah! shit, ushijima! so fuckin’ good, makin’ me so full,” you moan, making him ram into you swiftly. the way your pussy lips envelops his dick. you’re clenching him so hard that he might just nut. his animalistic groans reverberate throughout the room, clapping sounds becoming more intense.
“again,” he huffs.
“praise me– ngh moree,” his mind is becoming more and more muddled as he fucks into your sweet pussy. drool slips past his lips, all swollen and pretty. “hittin’ it so fuckin’ g– mmm good! good fuckin’ boy,” oh no. he’s getting really close.
you choke him once again, bringing him to the edge. “agh! shit, ‘m gonna cum so hard. you feel so gooood,” ushijima slurs, eyes rolling so far back into his head. his grip on your hips is so tight that it might leave a mark.
you also feel really close. the coil in your stomach might just snap. his balls tighten up, his thrusting comes to a stop. hot, white fluid coats your gummy walls as you feel yourself coming undone too.
small whimpers come out of ushijimas lips, mind all fuzzy and dumb. you two look at each other in pure joy and love. slipping his flaccid cock out of your pussy, his cum spurting out in globs.
you two don’t want to move. ushijima brings his lips to yours and utters three special words..
