⭒ "keep quiet for me" - shin tsukimi x reader | 2.2k words | not sfw
summary:
Shin's stuck in a work meeting from home, and you want attention from him. Alternate title: supporting him from under the desk.
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⭒ "i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck" - shin tsukimi x afab!reader | 6.6k words | not sfw
summary:
You've got something Sou wants, so you offer a trade. The stress of all that's happened really starts to pile on two horny young adults who have a lot of heated tension.
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⭒ "stay with me, i don't want you to leave" - alice yabusame x afab!reader | 3.1k words | not sfw
summary:
Alice sleeps in for once. The two of you decide to stay in bed for a little longer...
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⭒ "is it so bad that it happened to be you?" - alice yabusame x afab!reader | 6k words | not sfw
summary:
An accidental indecent exposure as you try to run back to your bedroom from the spa room. Luckily Alice is the only one who sees... and luckily that incites something between you two.
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⭒ "and what if i did want to wait for you?" - keiji shinogi x afab!reader | 4.8k words | not sfw
summary:
"'It’s nice to be able to talk privately like this, huh?' Keiji leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and looking up at you with subtle interest. 'No nosey girls peeking around the corner to listen.'
Shrugging, you kept typing away at your computer. 'What’re you trying to talk about that wouldn’t be acceptable with other people listening?'
'Hm, like how good you look in that short little skirt.'"
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✮ genshin impact
⭒ "is screwing the subject ethical?" - dottore x reader | 3k words | not sfw
summary:
You agree to help Dottore with one of his little human experiments. You didn't expect to actually enjoy it...
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⭒ "you did say that you would help me" - tighnari x afab!reader | 3.1k words | not sfw
summary:
Tighnari's in his rut and you decide to come along and help him this time.
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⭒ "handle them both" - alhaitham x afab!reader x dainsleif | 2.8k words | not sfw
summary:
It's a dream come true. Alhaitham and Dainsleif are your boyfriends and know how to treat you right.
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⭒ “why don’t you come back to my place?” - dainsleif x reader | 4.2k words | not sfw
summary:
A stranger that frequented the bar helps walk you home. He's pretty sexy, you can't deny that...
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✮ miscellaneous
⭒ "abruptly, decisively, like drilling a hole" - pyramid head x afab!reader | 3.7k words | not sfw
summary:
You've been brought to Silent Hill to meet your end. The Executioner has other plans for you.
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⭒ "caught in his web" - miguel o'hara x afab!reader | 1.5k words | not sfw
summary:
Nightly fun with your longtime boyfriend/husband Miguel O'Hara, who leaves you at his will with the use of his webs to restrain your hands and legs.
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⭒ "unintentional affinity" - cahara x afab!reader | 5.1k words | not sfw
summary:
You and Cahara stumble upon an aphrodisiac in a vial, unaware of its contents.
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⭒ "the killing moon" - blaidd the half-wolf x afab!reader | 1.5k words | not sfw
summary:
"You knew each movement you made was much louder to his wolf ears than your own. Your scent, no matter how well you tried to disguise it, drifted through the trees right to him. He’d be able to recognize his mate’s trail anywhere.
You’d never win this game… but wasn’t that the point?"
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⭒ "using that mouth for something useful" - reigen arataka x afab!reader x osomatsu matsuno | 1.1k words | not sfw
summary:
Reigen and Osomatsu have you at their disposal. The chattiest men love using their mouths on you.
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⭒ "but that's a look i can't refuse" - higuruma hiromi x afab!reader | 3.3k words | not sfw
summary:
You finally got what you wanted after eyeing your older coworker Higuruma for years.
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⭒ "you've got more of my own heart than i've got" - mark grayson | invincible x afab!reader | 1.5k words | not sfw
summary:
You brought home a gift from the Halloween store. Mark wants to please you, but he can't bring himself to be mean to you.
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he doesn’t think he’s hated anyone more. he hated you all throughout law school, where your marks rivaled his. you had irritating passion and an even more irritating innate want for justice.
he certainly hates you now, where you’re the prosecutor against his client and presenting an infuriatingly flawless case. you’re still as well-spoken as you were as students. he can tell the jury’s eating up every word you spew out.
his knuckles clench in his lap, but his face remains impassive.
i hate you, he nearly chants to himself. i hate you.
i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.
but higuruma can’t stay mad at you for long, not when your lips are wrapped so prettily around his cock, eyes lidded and hazy as they gaze up at him.
i hate you, he thinks more half-heartedly now, a groan being pulled from his throat as your tongue flattens against his underside. his hands are locked onto your head, guiding you further down his length.
“shit—yeah, like that,” he manages to say brokenly, head lolling against the door softly. “like—hngh—that—”
you pull your mouth off of him, a thin string of saliva connecting his tip to your soft, swollen lips. words of protest promptly die in his throat when your hand wraps around his cock, moving in slow, languid pumps. twisting slightly with every upstroke.
“look at you falling apart,” you tease, leaning down and pressing tantalizing kisses up higuruma’s length.
“stop that,” he hisses, then groaning quietly when you lap at his slit.
i hate you, his mind insists. i hate that we’re in a random attorney’s office and i hate that you’re sucking me off during the afternoon break.
afternoon break…
his train of thought falters and his eyes widen. “we only have five more min—”
you cut him off with a soft laugh, eyes dark and lidded as they look up at him. “you think you’ll need five minutes to cum?”
“shut u—fuck,” he mutters, hands curling into your hair when you hollow your cheeks around him, bobbing your head until your lips brush past his base.
you relish in the strangled grunt he lets out as higuruma starts thrusting up into your mouth, brows pinching with constraint when his tip juts against the back of your throat.
you moan along his cock, spit dribbling out the corners of your lips. when your throat closes and swallows, he moans.
it’s embarrassing. he’s supposed to hate you. prosecutors and criminal defense attorneys are polar opposites.
“m gonna cum,” he warns despite this, pressure building annoyingly fast as his cock throbs in your mouth.
he feels you smile. tenses when your hands grab onto his thighs as you continue to practically choke yourself on his cock.
it’s far less than five minutes until his hips stutter, hands holding your head firmly onto him as he cums, breath ragged as he spurts into your mouth.
“mother of fuck,” he grunts out, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure tingles through him.
you make some snarky comment he doesn’t fully absorb and touch up your hair before kissing his cheek and walking out of the office.
he stands there in a daze, eyes glued to your ass in that pencil skirt you’re wearing until you’re out of sight. with a sigh, higuruma straightens his tie, running a tired hair through his hair before adjusting his slacks.
higuruma decidedly hates you. you and your stupid, perfect mouth.
Synopsis. Loserboys, creeps, and straight-up pervs: the weirder they are, the better the D?!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reade
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, Iosers and pervs, pánty-steaIing, exhíbitíonism, jorkin it, bear hybrid!Nanami, bréeding, slightly lNSANE Geto, marathons, overstím, p talking, GOONERS, cameras, pIot, true form!Sukuna, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, nerd!Gojo, vírgins, first times (theirs), spítting, manhandIing, HEADLOCKS, NEEDY JJK men, prem. ejac, creampíes, cúmpIay, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Choso’s inspired by this AMAAAAZING art by the talented @jabesa0 <33
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - PERV-next-door!
“Hey, girlie.” Toji leans against the entrance to your apartment, his off-white tank top showing off those beefy muscles. One hand grabs onto the top of your door- just because he could. And it made your eyes bulge as you tried (and failed) not to gawk at those biceps of his, then all the better…
And then there was his other hand: wrapped around something so red and lacy.
You lunge—“Oh my-” Swiping at the flimsy undergarment. Yours. “Where did you even this, you per-”
“If I was a pervert, I would’ve kept it.”
“I know what you’re like.” The wind these days was awful - and even worse was that smug look on your neighbor’s face as he brought over your blown-away laundry.
He’s holding it well above your height, snickering at the way you jump for it. “Easy there, mama. With the way these things fly over to my place, m’starting to think that you want me to have them.”
Your jaw drops—and you’re snatching the gauzy fabric from his hands. “You wish-”
“Oh, I do.” And he’s just so shameless, just so sleazy as he flashes you a smile - the very same one that you’d been gifted when you first moved here. Because Toji Fushiguro was your neighbor, and you suppose that the proximity of your apartments side-by-side made it so that the man himself didn’t have a concept of personal space.
At least with you- he’s leaning in ever-closer.
His scorched breath tingling your features—the devilishly handsome older man next-door. “And the next time those pretty lil’ panties fly over, you’re not getting them back, girlie.”
You struggle to not back away- or worse, not step forwards. To lean against him. “Y-you wish.”
.
.
.
And so the first evening afterwards had passed with…only a sock disappearing.
And you could stand to lose a sock! Toji didn’t come banging at your door with a sock thrown over his broad shoulders that day, and you didn’t expect him to.
The second evening had passed with your panties disappearing.
The third evening had passed by with even more panties and a pretty lil’ top worn only on nights out disappearing.
The fourth evening had, by far, been the worst.
You’d been running low on underwear these days - being too stubborn to ask your neighbors, and being too close to rent to replace clothes you could easily request back. So imagine your utmost horror when you’d found nearly all your panties and a few of your bras had disappeared.
By the fifth evening you were running on only a singular pair of grandma panties.
By the sixth evening that had disappeared, too.
And by the sixth night you were knocking at Toji Fushiguro’s door-
Only for him to open it up with a smug smile, “Took you long enough to notice.”
Notice…notice?
It’s then that his door unhinges just a little wider- and you’re eyeing the sliver it shows of Toji’s bedroom. The pile of pretty panties piled on top of it.
Oh—it’s only then that you’re hit with the retaliation—he’d taken them.
It’s less than a few minutes later that you find yourself shoved face-first into the frilly pieces of themselves. Your hands plucking at the soft blankets, your thighs shaking at the sheer slapping force of his hips.
Pap-pap-pap- Toji’s pounding into you from behind.
His thiiiiick globular cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and finding the deepest, sweetest spots inside of you. It’s as though Toji was bruising the smooth inner lining of your walls—finding himself damn addicted to the feeling of how you’d clench ‘round him.
“Damn…” How you’d dribble out in the silkiest hot slick from both pairs of your lips. Creating a puddle that you find yourself slipping n’ sliding upon. “Easy there, girlie- arch up a bit more f’me…”
“I should report you, is what.” You’re grumbling behind you.
“Should what now?”
Right as you’re opening your mouth to snark back, his swollen shaft reaches for the back of your pussy and pummels out a good strike. How cute. “O-oh—fuck, Toji.”
“You are fuckin’ me.” He’s snickering out, grabbing both sides of your waists to help you squirm against him- yes. Toji wasn’t stopping you from rutting your hips back as needily as you wanted, instead, he was letting your cunt salivate all she wanted down his length. He helps you jerk back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. “Yer welcome for that.”
“I didn’t say thank you.” Swallowing back your dollops of spittle- only for it to be pushed out of you all over again with a sudden thwack! at your g-spot.
“Yeah, ungrateful girl.” And it’s with his drawling tone that he slithers a hand between your legs—the fatness of his thumb slippin’ apart your pussylips. He rolls over your clit fast enough that it’s nothing but a blur, “Should be thankful.”
You’re pressing your face against the flimsy panties- “F-for what—”
“For takin’ such goood care of these slutty panties, of course.” Toji gruffs out, leaning over you to grab one of them. He’s letting his muscular weight rest on top of you, holding up his treasure- and your heart races as you realize that he’d picked out the strappiest, sexiest pair of panties from the bunch. “Look at that.”
But soon enough, you couldn’t look at whatever he was referring to- because Toji had your panties looped between his fingers. His fingers slipping down to his cock—
Almost like a decoration, Toji wraps the red, red fabric around his thickened hilt.
Fucking you while he has it on-
“You can also thank me fer making such good use of these panties.” His words stick against the back of your spine like perspiration. “For fucking my cock to th-these-” The daintily textured fabric grazes against your clit and your outer pussy in such a carnal way. “-eeeeevery single night I had them.”
You breathe out, “Shit, you didn’t.”
But he merely grunts out in such mean laughter, “You can thank me for cleaning up the mess- oh, and what messes I made with these. Heh.” His words are filthy enough to make your ears ring, and you’re gulping at the image of his…messes. “You can thank me for thinking of you each- and- every- time.”
Such ruthless smooches at your g-spot, all your nerves fried at the sheer pace of him. “You’re just…fuck.”
“Dick got yer tongue?”
“Filthy.”
“Nah, girlie.” His teeth sink into the lobes of your ears- you can physically feel the presence of his smirk. And that was saying the least, you could already feel the presence of his rude cockhead bashin’ in at your throat-
Toji hooks his free hand around your throat, pulling you up into a damn headlock. You’re crushed between his biceps. “I’m a pervert.”
“M-mercy…”
Your mouth gets stuffed with those lacy red panties immediately.
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.
The next knock on Toji Fushiguro’s apartment door comes hours after yours- and unlike your urgent one, this time it was steady. Stern.
Certainly not that of someone who’d lost their panties.
But then again, Toji certainly didn’t expect the person on the other side of the door to be-
“You.”
“You?”
Shiu Kong wanted to be the last person knocking on Toji Fushiguro’s door right now.
“I just moved in.” He explains, sounding as though his soul was being sapped away with every single syllable. The man peeks through the crack in the door—to where you were poking your head out of the bedroom. Right along with a…mountain of panties? “Next door…” Breathless.
“And?” Toji gruffs out, “I’ve got shit to do, man- or more like someone to do.”
Shiu deadpans, “I’ve come to formally file a noise complaint.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Hiber-MUNCH.
You had a problem.
See, the problem wasn’t that you were dating a bear hybrid: Ursus arctos horribilis, over seven feet tall and the most gentle man you’ve ever known. The problem wasn’t that it’d been a bit of a learning curve to get used to your separate species lifestyles - yours as a human, and Nanami’s with his den, his appetite, and his hibernation.
The problem wasn’t even the forty plus bed frames that Nanami had broken over the course of your relationship until now!
See, the problem was that…your panties had been disappearing.
You had more than enough pairs stuffed in your bottom drawer - frilly ones, spotted ones, sexy ones, even the odd grandma ones that hung loosely. And sure- occasionally you’d notice them more rumpled than you remember, or find one you particularly liked nowhere to be found.
But this morning, you’d lugged open your drawer and found—nothing. Absolutely nothing.
None of your panties.
Your drawer was wiped as clean as the day you bought it.
And who better to ask about what happened than your boyfriend? Though the process was a rather lengthy one- these days he’d been cooped up in a room he’d deemed his den. The season was nearing for Nanami to hibernate, to do nothing but stack his den full to the brim, to sleepily float through his days and leave you envious at the fact.
You’re knocking on the door to his den- and when no sound answers you, you’re throwing the room open to find it empty—hm…he must’ve gone out to buy more food.
Still, you hadn’t been inside here too often. Simply leaving your bear-hybrid boyfriend to his own habits until he was done with it.
And perhaps that was why - perhaps - you slipped through the door and looked around the space. It was plastered in cosy paintings, blankets, and carpets, radiating a warmth that always seemed to cling onto Nanami Kento like a second skin. Because of his sleep schedule during hibernation, Nanami already had a separate bed prepared in his den.
And you can’t help but inch over to the inviting thing—it was just so big.
With the silkiest covers and a wide space and- oh. And a strange lump under one of the numerous pillows.
Brows furrowing, you slip your hand inside and…pull out a heap of your panties. Scrunched-up. Rumpled. Used—they were just soaked in all of Nanami’s heady whiskey-infused pheromones, just so addictive that it sends you swaying on your feet.
It was him.
He was stealing your panties-
The front door clicks open.
“My love, I’m home—”
Steady footsteps.
And before you can find an inkling of rationality within you to perhaps stow away your panties- perhaps think up what your excuse for coming in here might be- Nanami Kento is already at the bedroom door.
Lips parting as he stares at you.
At the panties in your hands.
At you.
The groceries drop from Nanami’s jittering, feverish hands- and he’s in front of you before you can even blink. So fast that you think he might have just used magic. So hard that he’s wondering why he hadn’t led you inside here sooner.
The vision of you holding his dirty secret in your hands makes him…oh. Something inside him twitches.
So needy that you’re practically thrown by the whiskey essence leaving him in waves-
“My mate.” Panting out a scalding breath. Ears twitching. Even his voice trembled with something desperate- “So you’ve found my stash.”
You don’t flinch for a single second when Nanami raises an overlarge hand up—cupping your cheek gently. “My mate-” Octaves higher, unsteadier than you remember him ever being. That very same hand gently on your face slips down to choke your throat- “-m’gonna be thinking of your pussy all hibernation.”
You’re not getting out of here alive.
In no time, Nanami has his rugged hands scooped underneath your legs and his buff arms carrying you- dusted with light hairs. Strong. Sensual. As if you were nothing but a ragdoll. He’s throwing you over his shoulder and taking the few steps it takes to splay you out on the king-sized bed.
“My mate.” The blond man husks against your ear, something in his tone sounding as if he was agonized once he slips a hand underneath your skirt. Pantyless—you’d run out of them, of course.
He’s pressing his weight down on top of your squirming body, pinning you down against the blanket-covered mattress. Each ripple and ridge of his thick core-
And then you feel it.
The incredible length of his erection.
As a bear-hybrid, Nanami was just naturally large. So thick.
Your eyes dip downwards and you’re catching just the pinkish globe of his shaft peeking out, a shade that matches the pretty blush on his face. The fabric you were wearing starts to wetten with all the gooey drops of slick that he was leeeeaking out-
“O-oh my—” Your jaw drops at the feeling of something hard and sultry swipin’ down between your pussylips. Just pushing your skirt up your hips, his erection bulges your folds outwards. “Kento, you’re already- mmpf-”
And then you’re having one of your own soaked panties stuffed between your lips. “Shhhh, quiet for hibernation.”
“But-”
You’re hissing at the primal stretch opening up your thighs, blinking back your tears and-
Fuck.
He’s locking your ankles around his hefty waist, he’s letting his hips jerk forwards. “Mmmpf, Kento-” Swabbing his blushin’ globular tip inwards-
“My- ngh, mate.” And just the mere sound of your voice is enough to make him flinch- blond strands of hair falling over his gaze. He’s humping you like an animal in heat—maybe he was in heat already. “My mate-” And you can feel the lengthy girth of his cock slip iiiiiiin and ooooout past your folds, “My—fuck…”
“Kent- mmm.” It was just so difficult to speak past the gauzy underwear gagging your throat. “Baby, haven’t you even realized that you’ve cum?”
Already.
“Hmmm?” His molten gaze tries to focus on you, but Nanami was just so bleary with need that you wonder whether he could properly even see you. You’re jutting your chin out and gesturing at the mess he’s made below- the one that was drippin’ a hot white sheen down your core.
And it’s only then that the hybrid’s darkened eyes widen in realization, puffy lips parting—did he seriously just register the fact?
Lewd leering locked on the place between your legs, Nanami can’t help himself from pressing his leaking cock right between your pussylips. Using his right hand, he claws on top of your stomach and watches as a gooey white sap seeeeps straight out of your hole. Making it look as though you were so overstuffed that you were spilling out.
His balls clench at the heavenly vision, pumpin’ out more and more.
Pumping your hole more full than you could ever possibly handle at the moment, he grits down on his teeth and pushes. Eyes shut. Forehead perspired. “My…my mate.”
His voice fucking breaking as he echoes out that familiar mantra, Nanami sounded damn near tears. “I’m sorry I stole your panties.” Probin’ the entire shaft - entire fattened furious shaft - of his cock between your pussylips and straight up to your womb. “I’m sorry I c-couldn’t help myself- I’m sorry I fucked my cock with those panties—and plan to do it all ngh- over again.” Before you can even answer, he’s pummeling out the deepest, hardest hit to your cervix. “My mate.”
“Shit-”
Globular cockhead swipin’ inside your channel. It makes you see white. “My mate- my mate my mate my mate—”
He was trying to fuck each web of cum inside you like an animal-
Your entire body zaps with an electric orgasm as he leans down- scorched pants breezing down your features when Nanami bites down on the panties protruding from your lips. That strappy fabric now transferred to his own mouth, he’s leaning back and taking it in one hand.
Guiding that very hand down to wrap around his thick cock. As Nanami fucks you, he’s pumping his excess length with those sodden panties.
“B-by the end of this hibernation-” He growls, wobbly. “-yer gonna give me a cub, aren’t you, my love?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Jealous, jealous, jealous
“Negi.” Geto Suguru’s soft, simpering voice echoes through the hallways of the temple. Though the sweetness was not one to underestimate - and Negi knew better than to not straighten up immediately.
“Y-yes, dear leader?” The young man yelps out.
But Geto wasn’t looking at him. All that could be seen of him was his waterfall of jet-black hair—almost like a Stygian river of sorts. Geto Suguru had his eyes turned towards you - as they often did - except this time they were narrowed down at the animated conversation you were having with some newer member of the association. And Geto knew that look in his eyes - just a tad too shiny, his smile just a degree too happy. “By dayfall I should know every bit of information there is to know about that man.”
Negi shivers- he just thanks the heavens that that wasn’t him.
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.
.
“Ngh—oh.” Mere minutes later and you’ve found yourself in Geto Suguru’s vast chamber. It was one in a traditional Japanese style- and while you’d usually find yourself fucked on his soft futon.
Usually.
But now you’ve deviated until half your ass was dangling off of the mattress, your cunt spilling out in a puddle of your sweet, sweet slick. Geto had his hands gripped underneath your knees and tugging you upwards- a full nelson.
He had you in a fucking full nelson.
And it didn’t seem like he was going to let go of you any time soon. “F—fuck.” Geto’s spitting out through clenched teeth, just the tiniest primal tear from the back of his throat. “One more, right, gorgeous?”
“Suguru, you’ve said that-” Your pupils roll stupidly inside the whites of your eyes, “-all night long.”
Just swervin’ in the same circular pattern with his bludgeoning cockhead. He managed to pinpoint every tender spot inside you and thud away- banging hard and deep. At a pace that your body definitely couldn’t keep up with—“What was that?” He’s panting out. “Doesn’t sound like an answer to my question, honey…”
“I mean-”
“Oops, too late.” He’s smiling- you could hear it. And just as meanly, Geto pours out a trickle of precum that sploshes around inside of you n’ ends up leaking between your folds. It’s just letting out the most lecherous slurp- “One more, right, gorgeous?”
And your jaw parts as if to answer-
Before you’re quickly realizing that the question wasn’t directed at you.
It was directed at your swollen, slippery pussy all guuuulping down every inch that Geto gave. His rough cockhead prods around your inside- easing completely out with a plop!
Before gliding right back in.
Right until the hilt.
And to that pretty noise that escapes you, Geto cranes his ears. “‘Mmm, that sounded like a ‘give me one more’ to me.” He’s tittering out from behind you- and by now he’d already mapped out every inch and spot inside of you. By now he could already tell the faintest signals of your body—
And Geto knew when you were about to squirm restlessly—or even better, when you were about to run.
So he’s hiking his forearms up the undersides of your thighs, arms spreading your legs wiiiide open. Hips rutting up into yours. Geto tightens the way he has your body folded - almost like a ragdoll - and pricks away delicately at the sweetest spots inside you. Thud-thud-thud—
“Where’d you think you’re running, gorgeous?” Geto’s pouting from behind you, mockingly. “Your pussy’s the one that said she wanted- hah, one more. One more round. One more helping of Geto Suguru’s cum- that greedy girl.”
Sloppy strokes that end up bangin’ in your g-spot dead-on. “And you’re the pussy whisperer now?” He wasn’t showing you any mercy- so you couldn’t help but bite back.
“Oho?” One dark brow raises, “I always was good with kitties~”
Two sharp canines find themselves gnawing on the shell of your ear. Unable to move, unable to think—the only thing you can do is keeeeen out as he stretches an arm between your legs and pinches rudely at your clit.
Just so damn needy. Geto counts about one-two-three throbs at that sensitive nub before you’re shattering.
Straight into your nth high of the night that he knew would be taking over you very soon- he’s shivering at the sudden pulses of your walls. So soft n’ wet that it felt like heaven he was funneling his cock into. “Mmm—oh. And there goes your hah, ‘one more’, gorgeous.” He - too - ends up pumping out a few sticky wads of cum.
A slick seed that layers your dewy insides all white. “Sh-shit, how are you still cumming so much-”
“Well, that wasn’t for you.” Such a mean tone that he had - even when he sounded so kindly. Geto urged out something cornered and carnal inside of you that only made you even wetter- “That was for this pretty pussy o’ mine- duh.”
You whine. Bucking.
And he’s chasing those hips of yours riiiight up the softened surface, not letting his plump cockhead break contact with your cervix for a single second. Up-up-uuuuuup. “And she’s telling me that-”
“Oh no.”
“That you can handle three more.”
And you’re not sure whether it’s the sheer shock of his words, you’re not sure whether it’s the fact that his cock was still achingly hard and throbbing between your folds, you’re not sure whether it was simply the aftermath of your high- but your body grows restless.
Squirming. Stuttering.
You’re attempting to plant your feet on the edge of the futon and try to balance your hips- but all that does is make Geto hold onto you even harder.
His voice taking on such a breathy, broken tone. “Running again…” Tutting. “We still have ah- how many was it? Five more rounds to go, gorgeous.” It was three- but right now you’re too fucked stupid to answer anyway.
“I-it was…”
“And besides-” He hums, “Where’d you think you’re going anyway? Actually?”
“Nowhere-”
“It couldn’t be- to him, could it?”
Your tear-flooded lids snap open- when did they even close? And you’re desperately looking over your shoulder, about to ask just who he meant when—oh.
When you see that expression on Geto Suguru’s face.
It wasn’t that faux smile he often paraded to visitors of the temple, it wasn’t even that serene look he got when he was planning some attack or scheme. It was an expression that reminded you that there was a reason why even the most powerful amongst Jujutsu Society didn’t dare say a word against him.
And you’re quickly finding out just why - Geto Suguru was ruthless.
Geto Suguru would do anything to get what he wanted.
He dips his head down and whispers in your ear—low and ice-cold. “I’d say that I prefer if you do not see him again, honey.” A deliberate pause. “But I know that you won’t see him again.”
And then he’s hammering you straight into your fourth, fifth and sixth orgasms yet.
.
.
.
“As you may have noticed, my family, one amongst us is missing.” Geto’s voice was clear and strong - unwavering in both himself and his echo as it reaches every corner of the expansive hallway. The hundreds upon thousands of associations were lined up in neat rows, crouched into bows so deep that they looked like ants from here.
He sits upon the stage like a throne, you on his lap.
Smile quirking at the edge of his pretty lips, he continues- “Now you know that I am a generous man.” They almost seem to flinch at his words. “You know that I share with you my home, my food, my protection, and my blessing.”
A pause.
“But there is one thing I do not share.”
He looks at you, amethyst eyes burning.
“And shall never share.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - PANTY PRINCE
Your phone buzzes with a notification.
Cho (loml): hey baby, i’m deep-cleaning the apartment today including our room. lmk if there’s anything you don’t want me to touch.
Cho (loml): i love you.
You have to suppress your smile in case your professor was feeling especially tetchy today, and you discreetly swipe to your messages.
You: Babyyyy you’re the best <3
You: Nuh-uh, go for it ml. I’ll get you those donuts you like from the shop downtown to make up for it <33
You: I love you.
Your phone buzzes again.
Cho (loml): <333!!!<333!111!!!1!!<333
Cho (loml): sorry tppo.
Cho (loml): *typo.
Cho (loml): meant to say i love you more.
Giggling, you’re content to let your phone sit on your table as you jot down your notes. Getting deep into the slideshow your professor drones on about when-
Another buzz.
Cho (loml): baby i’m cleaning out your panty drawer >.<
Cho (loml): woah baby…when did you get this lacy black set??
Cho (loml): fuck i can see my fingers through it.
Cho (loml): it barely even covers my palm.
You: Hehehe recently. Was meant to be a surprise but oh well.
Cho (loml): fuck.
You: Have fun <3
It’s only silence for a few minutes thereafter.
In fact, you’re just about to resign to the fact that you might not hear from him until you’re getting home- Choso always did tend to get wrapped up in whatever he was doing at the time. And you reach until the end of the class without-
Yet another buzz.
Cho (loml): i’m outside.
Outside? Your head reels—outside outside?
What the hell was your boyfriend doing outside? And you can’t pluck yourself out of your chair and speed down the lecture hall faster, reaching the edge of the entrance before-
A pale hand shoots out and clasps your wrist.
You’re being dragged into the nearest bathroom before you even realize that it’s your boyfriend leading you. His hands jittery. His coat flapping behind him.
His legs stepping frantically before you- thrumming with nervous energy even as he guides you inside the clan bathroom stall. Shutting the door behind him, he stares down at you and gnaws on his puffy pink lips. Choso looked as though he was on the verge of a secret. A confession.
“Baby?” You start, still startled by the whiplash journey here. “Are you alright? What happened? I thought you were at the apartment, why are you h-”
And he doesn’t answer- no.
That’s not why you’re cutting yourself off.
Instead, you’re enraptured by the way that Choso reaches for the hemline of his thin black t-shirt and—tugs upwards. Displaying the shape of his v-line, the beginning of his abs, the scruff of black happy trail that was still visible through your sheer panties.
You freeze.
Your sheer panties.
You could recognize those straps anywhere- they were barely-there and the type of gauzy lace that had patterns on it. Now wrapped around Choso’s toned hips—his cock strained against your underwear. Long and painfully hard.
He reaches up and exposes more of himself to you.
Your matching bra set stretched around his pectorals.
So it was practically a no-brainer once you’d grabbed Choso by the shoulders- shoving him against the thin stall divider. Tugging his pants down just enough for you to take in all of him in those sinful panties, you’re gliding your fingertips down his erection.
Over the thin layers of fabric, that pretty pink tip that peaked just out. Uncontained.
He hisses at your touch, head throwing back behind him and hitting the plastic wall. Not even looking down at you, his hips seem to move before his mind and rub-rub-rub his protruding cockhead between your pussylips. “Sh-shit.” And you swear that what he’s letting out were the prettiest whimpers you’ve heard in your entire life. “Shit, baby—oh, baby, I don’t think m’gonna last much longer.”
“I just put my hands on you, Cho.” You tease.
“B-but I was just so fucking hard all the way here.” Choso blubbers out, sobs crackling at the back of his throat. One hand grabs at the side of your right ass cheek, bringing your pussy down to kiss his cock. The other reaches down—“Because I kept thinking about- ngh, you picking these just f’me. You trying them on—” Down to pump his cock. “Oh, your pussy probably felt so fucking good in these.”
You could feel your cunt throb at the words.
And before long you’re bouncin’ your hips down onto his. You’ve cornered him - easily, because Choso did love to be at your mercy, after all.
The hand furiously fisting his cock reaches upwards to chase your pussy with a whine- rutting his cockhead in a frenzy. Lids falling shut in a second, “And I k-kept thinking about just how maaaaad you’d be at me.”
“Well, I am mad, Choso.” You hum.
Lower lip wobbling cutely, Choso pleads up at you with watery eyes- ones that are nearly bulging out of his head. Because in a single motion you veer your hips down and sliiiiide all his thickened inches inside of you.
You swear he’s the hardest you’ve ever felt him to be- pulsing out the most lecherous ba-dump! inside of you. You tug on the little curls at the nape of his neck, “I’m mad you didn’t tell me about this little liking of yours sooner…”
“W-well, I didn’t know.” He hiccups, puckered tip swipin’ at your cervix. “I thought you’d tell me off- ngh, tell me how naughty I am for wearing your panties.”
“Not just my panties.” Sliding a hand underneath his t-shirt. You’re reaching where his pecs stretched out your poor bra, his chest puffed up and panting. Those perky pink nipples of his were straining against the transparent fabric, and you’re grazing your thumb uuuup and down- “You’re not just naughty- you’re filthy, Choso.”
“Ngh—” He’s whimpering out, hips jerking upwards. That strawberry pink divot at the end of his shaft leaks out in glittering wads of precum that coat your hole. “Baby, and I also fucked m-myself using this panties- ngh, felt so good to rub it down my cock…”
He was egging you on. “Mmm, I take it back then.” Choso flinches at your tone. “Just sinful, baby.”
“Fuh-fuuuuck-” Choso was on the verge of creamin’ himself just from the mean words you were telling him. His rovering shaft was probing into your every sweet spot, the smallest geyser being filled up by his relentless divot. “And I’d do it again- fuck, I’d do it again, baby.”
You’re pulling on his sweat-drenched hair - and it’s enough to make him spray out in his scalding hot syrup. “How did I ever manage to get a boyfriend this depraved, hm?”
“Baby, m’gonna cum.” He whines out.
“Hmm…” You’re reaching behind you and unclipping that bra he was wearing- and Choso lets you shrug it off easily. Wrapping it around your hand and slitherin’ upwards to stuff his pretty lips. “Then stay quiet, hm? Also if you make a mess then you’re buying me new ones, Cho.”
He hisses through his nostrils, “That can be arranged…”
And it’s the last thing rasping out of the poor man before he’s then splatterin’ out hot and deep inside you with all his cum. It’s reaching into every depth, splashing against your walls and cascading along your walls.
It ends up gushing right up to the front of your hole. Leaving a streak of white glued to Choso’s cock and your panties barely containing his cock-
“Oh…” His mouth drops, parched. Tight balls slappin’ your cunt away—“Now it looks even prettier, baby.”
.
.
.
The next time you’re visiting the sweet lingerie store you snapped that black set in, it’s with Choso as well.
He’s trailing in behind you—as though your figure could cover his own, body hunched, hands permanently on you, eyes darting around the store. Even though he was about a head taller than you and two times as more intimidating- “B-baby, maybe this isn’t a good idea-”
“Welcome, madam~” A lovely girl bounds up to you- and you’ve no doubt that the two of you make quite the strange pair. Her eyes flick between you and your boyfriend, “I take it that you enjoyed our piece from last week?”
You share a look with Choso- who only blushes deeper. “Oh, you could say that.”
She giggles knowingly, “And how can I help you today?”
“One just the same.” You hum, “Perhaps in different colors, perhaps some a little more…risqué.”
“Oh, we have just the thing-” Urging the two of you to follow her, “There’ve been some new shipments and I came across one that would look perfect on you, madam-”
“Actually…” You interject, “We’re looking for one for him.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Your Majesty…
It was widely known throughout the land that Ryomen Sukuna was not a shy man.
That was saying the least of it: he was an actual tyrant.
This could be widely agreed-upon by most inhabiting Japan, most of all by the attendants who had the privilege to serve the King of Curses. They would see first-hand the way a mere flick of the man’s hand would be more powerful than the cursed energy of the nation combined, the way the massive estate itself seemed to tremble before him, the way he’d make you tremble…
Though in a different way entirely.
And so it’d come as quite the shock to both well-wishers and traitors when they were brought to mercy before the man’s courts- and would find themselves face-to-face with the King upon his throne. You seated upon his lap.
Your cunt being split by both sets of his shafts, split up n’ down—just baaaaarely hidden by the expensive robes that he’d dress you up in.
The King’s infamous Queen.
Oh, this was his favorite part - this was the only way he’d be able to handle growing through hundreds perhaps thousands of those who come begging for his favor and his forgiveness.
And they’d have a choice- run away or stay bowed.
With their heads lowered to the floors, they’d remain. Trying not to make a single noise or movement that would indicate the heat burning between their own two legs-
Though, Ryomen Sukuna would know either way.
Casting a dismissive glance at the subjects kneeled before him, before he scoffs- “This pussy of yours has some admirers again, brat.” When it doesn’t look as though you were about to respond any time soon, the King scoffs and jerks his hips up to bruise your womb twice. “Ya hear me? Too fucked dumb? Oi—we have guests ya know.”
“Sh-shush, Kuna.” And telling the King of Curses to silence himself?
Those subjects kneeled at your feet aren’t sure whether they’re shivering due to your blatant treason or due to the rough, echoing laugh that Sukuna lets out.
Bouncing his thick thighs up just a little to make you buck n’ whine- “Easy there, woman.” He’s snarling out a smile with both sets of teeth, showcasing those pearly white canines. “ Gonna ruin my reputation, callin’ me that.” And then he’s addressing the rest of the room, “Chatty, huh? She always gets like this when she’s needy- heh.”
“Kuna…” Embarrassed at the blatant stares at your back- but too far gone on his sinful cocks to do anything about it.
One of his plump cockheads swipe against your g-spot and make you arch lecherously. Your hands coming to claw at his toned shoulders with a repeated whine- “Sorry ‘bout her.” Flickering his eyes over to the bowed men, it’s intense enough to make them flinch where they bent. “C’mon, brat- why don’t we put ya in quiet time.”
“Mmmpf-” You’re blubbering out at the scorching breath of his second mouth opening wide.
With a belched chuckle his slick cursed tongue glides down to your pussy- “Heh, we almost don’t even need to- yer fucked dumb as is.” Sukuna’s grumbling from above you—and of course, one of his four hands comes to clasp the back of your head. “But this part’s always so fun—”
“Kuna- mmpf.”
The sets of eyes from the kneeled spectators snap up at the sound of the filthiest squelch they’ve heard in their entire life. Looking up right in time to see the sorcerer’s cursed mouth opening up and slippin’ his hooked tongue between your own lips.
Makin’ out with you.
And Sukuna narrows his eyes down at their abashed faces—shocked. “Look look-” He’s thrusting his hefty hips up to get your attention. “They’re shocked at what a naughty girl ya are, brat.”
Tears stream down your cheeks, “Mmmpf-”
“The only thing you can say, huh?” He snickers, before turning his crimson eyes to the men before him. Their cocks likely throbbing only half as much as his own two were- slippin’ and sliding along your wet walls to hit each spot inside you perfectly. “Proceed.”
His subjects gape.
Sukuna furrows his pale pink brows- though there was a quality about it that made it seem so mocking. “Didn’t hear me above her pussy?” And to their sensual excitement, the King was grabbing ahold of your hips- pausing the squelching tone for a mere few seconds. “Proceed.”
But in the next sultry moments, they could barely even hear their own breaths at just how loud the wettened slap-slap-slapping noise was becoming. Sukuna’s hot, throbbing lengths were almost nothing but blurs disappearing in and out of your tight hole.
“I-I…” The man at the forefront of the bowed subjects starts to speak, eyes ogling the display. “I bring myself before you to ask for forgiveness for the treason-”
“Ah ah-” Sukuna sharply interrupts, “Won’t you first greet your royals?”
“My apologies-” He rushes, “All the prosperity to you, My King. And-”
“And your Queen?”
“And ever-more to My Queen.” All but crying out.
“Well, she’s my Queen.” Sukuna’s grumbling underneath his breath- now with his eyes locked on you and reluctant to move away. You were just the prettiest with both sets of your puffy lips gaped wiiiide open for him, glossed in so many layers of slick. “But proceed.”
“W-well, as I was saying, I bring myself before you to ask for forgiveness for the treason of conspiring with another-”
And this time he’s cut off by you—
“Sh-shit, Kuuuna-” Your shrill voice echoing into each four corners of the throne room, “M’cumming, m’cumming-”
Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth and makes the King swipe away at the mess with one of his hands. The edge of his own lips lifting up at the thwack! of his ruddied tips against your spongy cervix. Again and again.
Fucking you through your orgasm.
“Heh…” Sukuna’s four crimson eyes crinkle at the edges in amusement, “And whaddaya think? Do they deserve forgiveness, brat?” When you aren’t able to answer- he’s pummelin’ away even harder along your webbed walls. “How abooooout- if you cum again, they deserve forgiveness. And if you don’t cum again, they don’t deserve forgiveness. And if you squirt, m’gonna execute them for treason.”
He chuckles meanly.
Each of the human subjects quiver before this monster.
Because the one thing that no one mentions about the King of Curses?
He was downright filthy for you.
♡ INO TAKUMA - 143
“I love you…” Ino pants out, breath fogging the glass.
He reaches out to wipe away the mist from his computer screen- but actually ends up keeping his palm splayed out upon it. Almost as if he was inches away from heaven and yearning to reach right through it—“I love you.”
And he doesn’t even have the mind to wince as his voice cracks- perfectly in time with the way his hand grows furious on his cock. Pumping long and hard.
Up and down. Up and down. Up and down—
He’s flicking his slender thumb underneath the rim of his slit, watching as his precum spurts out in overtime because of it. But he can’t cum now- he flattens his thumb on top of his shaft. He can’t cum until you do.
“I love you I love you I—” Absolutely botching his tone at the back of his voice, Ino trembles as you start to twitch on screen in that way you did whenever you got close. “I love you- hck.”
And then he’s throwing his head back and cumming right on time as you - in lewd synchronization.
He fucks his fist right through that looooong and aching high, pumping out so many wads of cum that his lap faintly resembles a waterpark by now. It’s dripping down his tannish thighs and creating a lacquer of white that gleams under the glare of the computer- the only source of light in the room.
As Ino comes down from his high, he hears - almost as if from a distance - the sweet tone that was your voice. He could pick out your voice anywhere. “—and I’ll be having a raffle where one lucky subscriber of mine will get the chance to spend a whooooole night-” You lean in closer to the lens, letting it capture every pretty inch of you. Right down to where you’d gnawed down on your lower lip from cumming too hard- “-with me.”
He doesn’t care about the tens of hundreds of thousands likely doing the same right now - and commenting that they were, too.
He’s never entered anything so fast in his entire life.
He’s never wanted so badly to win.
.
.
.
Ino supposes that it wasn’t a miracle that he won (though…it sort of was) considering he’d entered the raffle multiple times. Even going so far as to create fake accounts and type his name into that form.
Again. And again.
And again and again and again- okay, maybe Ino Takuma was just a little obsessive. But what’s a little yearning when it comes to true love?
Either way, he considers all those long and sleepless nights spent entering a damn raffle to be worth it. Aaaaaall so worth it when it comes to this very moment: with you laid out on top of him. Just like in his dreams.
With your hands pinning his toned body down to your bed (one he’s seen so many times in your videos before!), with your hips bouncin’ up and down his cock craaaaaazily. Whatever you’ve done previously with all those curled dildos and hot-pink vibrators were nothing against what you were doing to his cock- slicked with spittle n’ all smooooth inside your cunt, sensitive wherever your walls rubbed.
He was pussydrunk practically from the first thrust inside your gooey depths- babbling away underneath you as you swerved n’ tugged. Wrestling his cock inside of you as you tried to find your most favorite spots-
“Oh.” Suddenly, you’re arching your back with an elongated moan. The prettiest noise that he wishes he could record right now. Your lashes flutter in that irresistible way that always sends your subscribers into a frenzy. “Mmm, I think you found the spot, baby.”
Technically, you were the one that did all the work- but Ino’s happy to nod his head stupidly. “I-I did, baby. Does it feel good?”
“Mhmmm—so good.” And without warning, you’re dragging his palm over to stick against your front. Right above where his blushin’ red tip kept on poking at your cervix- “X marks the spot, mhm?”
“M-mhm.” He frantically agrees.
And shit- he looks so cute with his lips all wobbly and tears streaming down his pretty face. Ino Takuma didn’t even seem to realize just how attractive he looked when he was falling apart on your pussy. Face blushing. Tone ruined.
His thighs giving off the greatest shivers once you cleeeench your sopping wet walls around him.
“I love you.”
Ino’s spit-slicked lips part open with a whisper-
And for a good few seconds you don’t even think you heard him correctly.
In an attempt to hear him better, you falter your rough plapping down onto his hips. You crane in with a gentle smile, “What was that, Taku?”
But the man beneath you merely shakes his head.
Merely scrunches his eyes and lets his throat wrack with a tiny sob- he’s shaking and shaking his head at the first signs of you stopping. Before grabbing either side of your waist and push-push-pushing his pretty cockhead upwards. “I love you.” Almost as if he couldn’t stop the sentence from escaping. He’s not letting you slow down for a single second whilst he scours your deepest innards with his dripping cock. “I love you I love you I—hck! love you.”
And every time Ino shoves the length of his puckered shaft inside you, you can feel it hitting at your throat. “You love me, Taku?”
He doesn’t seem to pick up on the tease, and can only needily nod. “I do. I love you, pretty—ngh.”
“Awww—do you mean to say you love this pussy?” You’re whispering filthily into his ear, watching as the skin of his ear grows red. “Or do you love these hips-” On cue, you’re slamming them down onto his - meeting his sloppy cadence dead-on. “Or do you love these tits—”
“I love you.” He’s echoing out once more.
And it doesn’t matter how red and sensitive the skin ‘round his pelvis is growing, it doesn’t matter how sensitively his ruddied tip feels. It doesn’t even matter how pussydrunk he finds himself on your cunt, because Ino’s always chasing your gooey pussy up for more, more, more-
“I love all of you-” After a few more vicious strokes, he manages out. Gliding a hand between the valley of your chest. “I love your tits.” Down to your waist. “Love your hips.” Down to flick at your clit. “Loooooove your pussy.”
“And?” You ask, breathless.
And he’s blinking his teary lashes up at you, “But most of all I love you.”
There were practically hearts in his eyes- in fact, his pupils were starting to look like hearts. Or maybe you were slowly growing cockdrunk, as well…
You feel yourself clamping down on him- and you can feel Ino twitchin’ even harder. Close.
“Well, whaddaya say to that-” And this time you’re talking - but not to Ino at all. Instead, you’re swivelling your head to the glaring light at your side. Right where your professional camera was propped up, alongside some bright ring lights n’ a wide screen with the two of you.
And the numerous comments.
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“Well, you heard what they say.” You’re beaming down at him with a too-sultry smile.
And he’s almost seeing heaven as you speed your hips up lewdly, just chaaaasing that sweet, sweet release. Though, Ino’s sure that he could cum right then and there at the way you’re leaning down to whisper in a voice just for him. “After this is all over, how about a date?”
“I really do love you.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - “Erm- actually!”
“Shhhh—” At this point you can’t stop yourself from reaching a hand out and physically pressing it against your tutor’s mouth.
It was a pretty one, alright, but you anyone within a five -mile radius would forget anything about Gojo Satoru’s prettiness just as soon as he opened that damn mouth- “Enough.” Your weary voice sounds even louder in your empty dorm room. Late into the night. Textbooks spread out all around you. “You will not be debating me on the g-spot of all things-”
“Erm-”
“Try again.”
“Look, I’m just saying alright—!” Gojo pushes his thick glasses further up his nosebridge. He shakes his bangs out of his eyes, and fixes you with a piercing sapphire gaze. “The existence of the Gräfenberg spot has not been scientifically proven to be an anatomical structure universally present in-”
“But it’s true that there is an erogenous area on the inner vaginal wall, isn’t it?”
“Reportedly, yes.” He’s fixing his glasses once more, one index raising into the air the way it did whenever he was rambling about something or the other. “Though we aren’t sure whether this is an extension of the clitoral structure or a separate network altogether- and that is if the Gräfenberg spot, like I said, is a pre-existing requisite for the-”
“Requisite or not, at least I know I have it.” You’re rolling your eyes.
“And how would you confirm that? Scientifically?”
You…what?
You’re giving the bespectacled man in front of you the most deadpan look in your life- and no matter how many emotions flit across your face in that very moment, it all ends in one single word: virgin.
But Gojo Satoru was a smart man - and so he’s quickly picking up on what he’d just said.
With a pointed cough, he’s adjusting his glasses when he so-clearly didn’t need to. Looking away from you, you could see the way the tips of his ears were burning bright red. “W-well, of course you could study…that scientifically.” Gojo stutters as he attempts to salvage whatever’s left of his dignity, “In fact, you probably have more experience regarding your Gräfenberg spot than- than anyone. Though m-most scientific studies are vetted- but this degree of ah- anatomy is—”
“Satoru.” You’re cutting right through yet another one of his rambles- and he almost looked relieved to be stopped himself. “Do you want to fuck me?”
Gojo squeaks out in surprise—“What- I mean yes—but in a perfectly scientific…though perhaps we should reconsider the implications- however, if you would like to-”
This time when he’s interrupted, it still is by you.
Though not by your voice, your words, your groans of displease.
But rather- by the way you’re starting to tug off your shirt and unclip your bra. And Gojo Satoru is only growing more and more flushed until his glasses looked as though they were completely fogged—“Just shut and fuck me, nerd.”
“I could f-find the Gräfenberg spot in real life…” He’s breathlessly whispering.
“Satoru.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And in practically no time, you’ve tugged down his stupid Digimon sweatpants and urged him to loom on top of you. Gojo’s hands planted on either side of your head, his legs spreading apart your thighs.
Those slender hips of his tremble juuuuust the slightest bit as he leans in- ruby-red erection almost painfully hard. His cockhead bobs as it slides between your pussylips—Gojo’s brows furrowing in concentration. “Sh-shit, remember what they taught you-” He’s whispering to himself. Tongue sticking between his pretty pink lips, “Remember what all that hentai taught you-”
Your head snaps to him, “What?”
“What?”
And it’s the last thing you’re hearing before a sudden jerk of his honed, hungry hips lean in. Before he’s squeezing his thickened cockhead- “Sh-shiiiiiiit—” Octaves higher. Voice breaking. His cock slips right between your pussylips and gives such a tight thrust- “Oh my- shiiiit. Fuck. Oh my-”
“Are you alright, Satoru?” You almost have to hold back a giggle.
He sounds as though he was shaking- in fact, he was shaking. Blushing from the roots of his white hair and all the way down to his protruding cockhead, “This is—oh.” Gojo throws his head back with a moan loud enough that you’re sure you’d receive a noise complaint tonight, closing his blue eyes in pure delight. “This is so much better than the hentai made it seem, sweetheart.”
“You learned everything from hentai?” You gasp.
“Most of it.” He admits, “But why does it feel like I’m the one…”
“The one?”
“I’m the one getting all…pussydrunk.”
And he just can’t help how good you feel.
He just can’t help himself from pumpin’ and pumpin’ his cocktip against you like a madman- pistoning his veiny inches inside you wildly. Gojo places a hand on top of your stomach to keep you grounded to the bed, at least…that’s what you think he’s doing.
But after a few vulgar strokes hittin’ at your spongy cervix, it becomes obvious that what he’s using his leverage for instead is to reach for your softest spot. That favorite spot of yours.
The Gräfenberg spot, as he had put it.
“Anterior vaginal walls…” He’s mumbling to himself, staring so deeply and desperately at the place where his roverin’ cockhead kept on hitting. Hitting and hitting. “About 2.0 inches to 3.1 inches inside based on most studies—”
His heavy balls were smack-smack-smacking away at the very forefront of your cunt, leaving you feeling all raw from the inside and out.
The only one feeling more raw than you being Gojo himself - his glasses kept slipping down his face because of all the tears, snifflin’ out the biggest sobs down his pretty cheeks. It just felt so gooooood that he can’t help but shiver- “Though disagreement persists, s-sexologists believe it is towards the urinary system-” Not realizing. Not even registering in that muddled haze of a brain, nothing but a space for him to memorize just how you slurp n’ suck on his cock. “And along the outer mucosa that should be riiiiiight around here-”
“Shit, you’re close.” You feel his ridged tip drag along your velvety insides. And it’s as if the more determined he was to find that particular spot - the one he was so sure wasn’t proven earlier - the messier he got. “Satoru, how did you manage to get even sloppier?”
Not even fully pulling out by this point—his crowned, ruddied tip was kissin’ away at your womb and push, push, puuuushing even deeper.
He’d go even past your womb had it been scientifically possible.
The sheer carnal pressure makes you clench, and Gojo’s echoing out such a tooootured groan. Blissfully tortured.
“Oh—oh.” Hissing. Hatching out tiny whimpers at the back of his throat, “Even considering the diverse physiological differences, and the fact that it might not even—fuck, keep squeezin’ me like that, my girl.” And it’s almost as if the more he was fucking you, the more pussydrunk he was becoming, the more and more he was babbling away. “A network of erogenous zones that-”
“Satoru-”
“-theoretically ends up with your g-spot being-”
“Shit, it feels too good-”
“-right here.”
Gojo’s hand presses down on your core. Gojo’s cock presses down on your g-spot- just like the cutest button that works to make your body twitch.
The first early signs of your orgasm overtaking you—before Gojo’s mentally reeling through the signals and registering that you were cumming. Just from that. He’s fucking into you as if he hated you, as if he couldn’t get enough of that pretty g-spot he’d just proven the existence of-
“You didn’t prove shit.” You’re spitting through clenched teeth- shit, had he said that out loud? Your eyes widen, “You did…”
And had he said that out loud?
With a crazed chuckle, the white-haired man slithers his hand down n’ starts toying with your clit. “Erm- actually, you’re the one cumming because of this- hah, loser virgin nerd.” He presents you with such a content smile, “So checkmate, sweetheart.”
“Satoru, you’re utterly p-pussydrunk.” Struggling to speak over the constant overflow of moans. It just fried your brain until you almost felt numb- the way he kept on bashin’ your g-spot.
It’s such a long wave of euphoria that Gojo was dragging you through, his slicked cock peeeerfectly shaped to rover all over your walls. Your deepest innards. Your womb.
You just couldn’t get enough of him ending off each rude hammer with a strike there. “But it’s okay…” And he’s lethargically letting you pull him down n’ kiss him on the lips - you could do whatever you wanted with Gojo Satoru by this point, and he’d let you. “-because I’m cockdrunk, too.”
And Gojo had never read, scientifically, about orgasms that just take you by surprise.
But it happens the moment you utter those sweet words- electricity zapping through him as though he’d just been shocked. He’s twitching at the sudden pour of ivory sap from his cockhead.
Pouring and pouring.
Puddling up somewhere deep inside you that he-
“Fertilization can occur between a t-time period of five minutes to several days.” Gojo mutters out half-ruined. He’s scraping his hand across your front and feeling as his erection just plaps! out webbed volumes of seed. More than he knew he’d ever be able to produce in his entire life.
You groan as he fucks each honeyed ounce inside of you- “Yes?”
“Then it doesn’t hurt to have a second trail, right?” He’s pleading with you, “Out of twenty-five?”
Like a damn science experiment.
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.
A call of your name.
You’re turning around swiftly- right before you’re reaching the edge of the lecture hall.
Professor Yaga meets you in the middle of the open space, and once he does he gives you a short but sweet nod of affirmation. “I have noticed significant progress in your knowledge of anatomy and signaling pathways this past assignment.” And though he always sounded like a sort of army sergeant, you knew that Yaga always meant well. “It’s impressive, I advise you to keep it.”
“Thank you, professor.” You’re smiling gratefully, eyes flickering over to a flash of white somewhere behind him. “I’ve just got a hell of a tutor lately.”
And he’s following your line of sight—“Ah- Mister Gojo? He’s the brightest of the department for a reason.” But then a slightly concerned expression crosses his face - as though Yaga himself was having flashbacks to all the ‘erm- actually’ he’s had to endure. “Though perhaps a little…lacking in the social department. I take it that tutoring hasn’t been without its hiccups?”
“Oh, you could say that…” You trail off- and Gojo had reached where you were by this point.
He hovers as though he was trying to disappear into the wall but not make it seem as though he wanted to disappear into the wall-
“But he’s a really hands-on teacher.” You finish off, looking straaaight at the nerdy boy. “I like that.”
Gojo squeals loud enough that Yaga snaps his head over.
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 30-year-old Virgin
“Do you need any help with that, sir?”
He shuffles a document, “No, no.” Flashing you a brief but unfairly attractive smile, “Continue.”
“Alright alright…” You let your voice trail off, peeking over the glaring computer screen. Higuruma Hiromi, or should you say…your boss, raises a dark brow in challenge. “Truth or dare, sir?”
“I told you not to call me that.” He sighs, slightly shuddering- was it drafty inside the office?
The midnight air was the coldest this time of year; alert and cutting, like the long hours you’d spent cooped up inside the company building. Combing through every receipt and contract and photograph of what should be a slam dunk fraud case for your client—false, of course. Or so that’s what you were supposed to prove.
“Truth.” That deep voice cuts you out of your work-induced stupor.
“Truth, hm…” You’re tapping on your chin thoughtfully, wondering what other sweet secret to wrench out of your ever-stoic boss. You were lucky that it was just the two of you working overtime - all those morsels of Higuruma being single and being a cat person and once being bullied before he threatened to sue them were all yours. So you can’t help it-
“When did you lose your virginity?”
And at that, you watch the dark-haired man’s eyes widen. “P-pardon?”
“Cat got your tongue?” You tease, “When did you lose your virginity?”
Higuruma Hiromi - the most eloquent man you’ve met in your entire life, the most dependable lawyer on court, a terror with his words - gulps. He looks away. Speechless.
And you’re just about wondering whether you’ve overstepped your boundaries (when did he lose his virginity, seriously—) when he whispers.
Just a whisper.
“I’m a virgin, miss.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
Not that there was anything wrong with that—but with a face like that, and a body like that? You’d always assumed that the ladies and gentlemen and everyone in-between would be lining up for a piece of him. And so you can’t help but wonder…
“Do you need any help with that, sir?”
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.
.
Two minutes later- perhaps even less, you’re bent over Higuruma’s desk.
A wet sheen down your inner thighs. Achingly needy.
With your tight skirt lifted to expose your lower half, and your pussy drippin’ through your sodden panties. Just dripping.
So damn soaked that he could see it from where he was standing behind you. Higuruma has both hands glued to the sides of your hips, his rough palms drawing lovin’ circles over and over as if he couldn’t trust his very eyes.
As if he couldn’t register it. As if he knew that he was seeing his pretty junior attorney and her just-as-gorgeous pussy. “So fuckin’ wet…” But he couldn’t bring himself to believe it was all real. “S’this all for me, angel?”
“Yes—” You moan, pushing your cunt back against him. Your slit drags down the tight front of his pants n’ snags on his thickened erection. “Give it t’me, sir.”
“Fuck.” His body ruts- shoving you against the wooden lining of the desk. Uncontrollable.
You yelp at the way you’re pushed further up the furniture, important documents fluttering at the movement. “O-oh—”
“Careful, angel. Caaaaareful.” His husky baritone sends shivers up your spine- heightened even more at the ringing sound of his zipper. Being pushed aaaaaall the way down as he pulls his throbbing cock out- you attempt to swivel your head behind to take a good look at him.
Only for Higuruma to bang a hand down atop your head and smush your cheek to the frigid surface. All of a sudden, a lecherous slurp! emanating from between your legs - something thick and rock-hard kissin’ your entrance. “I might be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean m’not your boss still, hm?” He gives the lightest rut—the lightest, and sends your hole achin’ at the raw stretch of his cockhead. “Isn’t that right?”
You’re gasping out desperately, “You’re right- you’re right-”
“I’m right…who?” He’s humming - enjoying this far too much. Sounding so mean.
“What?” Struggling against his hold to stare into those deep, dark eyes. “I thought you said not to-”
“That was then.” There was such a tone of finality in Higuruma’s voice, and his jaw unfastens a little when he feels just how wet you’re gushing out against him. Sliiiiiiding your glaze down his plumpened tip and all the way along his shaft- “But when we fuck…call me ‘sir’.”
And that’s exactly what you’re keening out - loud enough that you’re sure the entire building might have heard had it not been empty at this sinful hour. Because just then, Higuruma swabs his slurpin’ cockhead against your hole and funnels you with his length.
So long. So thick.
Such an incredible primal length that it-
“Fuh-fuck.” Did Higuruma Hiromi just stutter?
And not only was the lawyer stuttering - letting his voice shatter into a zillion pieces at the back of his throat - but he was nearly collapsing his body onto yours. His entire hefty weight resting on your cunt, his fingers trembling wherever they held onto you, his cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and hitting your cervix with a great bang!
Eeeeeeeeasing in. Long and slick.
“Fuck.” He’s repeating like a mantra, like a broken record-player. You hear Higuruma audibly swallow a few times and try to regain his balance-
“Are you alright, si—oh.” Before all his adjusting makes him graze the curvaceous cocktip against your nerves. One of those delicate spots that make you throw your head back and clench-
“Don’t you fucking move.” Higuruma barks out like an order. Suddenly reeling his hips closer and jerking his plump tip against that spot once more- harsh. Sloppy. It’s as if he didn’t even realize he was doing so until he already was. “Actually- don’t do anything.”
“How can I possibly even…”
Pupils blown, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the rapid thud-thud-thudding with his rounded cockhead. “Don’t even say anything.” Almost on cue, his heavy balls were clenching at the pretty sound of your voice. “Don’t even fuh-fuck back.” And you never realized just how strong your boss was until he’s pressing up against you from behind. His ruthless pelvis pinning your restless hips down as he drills into you like a madman.
An utter madman-
“Don’t even fuck- take your panties off.” It was just dizzying the pace he was pounding out already. No hesitation in his thrusts. “Don’t even think—”
A bead of sweat drips down Higuruma’s forehead and ends up splashing onto your back. With his teeth clenched, he’s slithering a hand between your legs and giving your throbbing clit a good pinch-
“Don’t you fucking—oh.”
To make you squeeze his inexperienced cock harder than ever.
And he sounds almost agonized.
Ruby-red tip glazed with all his creamy pre- he flinches away inside you with no warning. Draggin’ inside your walls with the delicious line of his slit, he’s managing to press into every tiny spot and crevice…before simply halting. Not moving his hips.
Not even one bit.
Like there was something clawing at the most carnal parts of him- and just as you’re about to ask Higuruma what was wrong…you feel something hot and treacly fill you up inside.
Your voice catches in your throat, “Sh-shit, did you just-”
“Yes.”
“Just from that?”
“Just from that…”
Though you really didn’t need an answer to your query - because at your innards you could feel Higuruma’s seed splosh! away. Taking over every inch of space inside your cunt and glazing each nook with his ivory sap.
His hand migrates from the back of your head to your neck, pinning your body down further against the mahogany. “Does- fuck, there’s no way pussy feels this good.”
“I mean- ngh.” You babble, mind muddled at the sensation of him stuffing you. Making you overspill. You attempt uselessly to move your hips behind in desire of some friction, “Are you pussydrunk already, sir?”
But he holds steadfast. “No- no, it must just be this pussy. It must just be yours—that’s so fuckin’ unfair.” His voice breaks. His hand slaps down on your skin- and you didn’t think you’d ever get away with going against his orders, did you? Higuruma Hiromi always had been the stern type of boss, always expecting the best from his employees. And that even seeps into his desire right now when he’s shovelling his hips against yours to stop you from moving. Hitting that soft, sweetened target of your womb—hard. “This pussy should be illegal.”
“Oh—” Clawing at the polished wood before you. Allowing the soles of your feet to be fucked inches off of the floor. “Oh my- fuck, sir, I think you’re gonna break the table-”
“So let me break it.” He grumbles, “It’s my table.” Constantly webbing up the back of your pussy with his ribbons of cum- “And you’re my employee.”
“I am-”
“I am…who?”
“I am, sir.” He’s fucking you like he hated you.
“After all-” And you swear you can hear him break out into a chuckle from behind you. “-don’t you worry, angel.”
And you almost dread to hear what nasty words your boss was going to be whispering in your ear. Teething his pearly whites against your sensitive ear.
"You’ve Got More of My Own Heart Than I Got" - Mark Grayson | Invincible/Reader (not sfw)
"You brought home a gift from the Halloween store. Mark wants to please you, but he can't bring himself to be mean to you."
Tagged: Ghostface Mask (Scream), Established Relationship, Creampie, Doggy Style, Sexual Roleplay, Pet Names, Y/N Isn't Used, very slight verbal degradation; he's not good at it, maybe a tiny bit OOC
1,536 words
ao3 link
A/N: "i reallyyyy wanted to write invincible but mark is completely different from a lot of the characters i write lol AND they're super gushy with each other which NEVER happens in my fics... so i hope you enjoy
thank you for reading !!!"
full fic under cut
Your boyfriend gave you a look, as if asking, When did you go and buy this?
You pulled the mask from Mark’s hands, ripping off the tag and scooching closer to him on the bed. You reach up to pull it over his head. “C’mon, just once. Maybe it’ll be your new favorite thing.”
He partially slides the mask on before quickly taking it off. He runs a hand through his hair to fix it, but you’ve been with him long enough to know that it was a fidget whenever he was bashful. “You want me to, like, chase you through the house? Like the movie?”
You laughed. “No, just seeing you in it is enough of a turn-on.”
Mark kept digging through the plastic bag. “I was gonna say, you forgot the knife. And the cloak.”
You wormed your hands under his shirt, feeling up his stomach towards his pecs. “Why would you need the cloak if you’re gonna be undressed anyway?”
Mark quickly follows your nonverbal commands – he doesn’t have to be told twice – lifting his shirt off over his head. He then pulled the mask down, adjusting the cloth so that it properly rests on his shoulders. You looked him up and down as you undressed to your underwear, and it took everything in you not to pounce on him right there.
The idea had come up when the two of you marathoned through both Scream and Scream 2 on a rare day off.
“Do girls really like Ghostface? Is it the mask?” Mark had asked.
You thought for a moment. “Well, he’s really flirty with all the girls. And maybe it’s the fear factor and him being completely concealed, too.”
“You like my Invincible mask, right?” When you didn’t answer right away, he quickly turned to face you on the couch. “What’s he got that I don’t?!”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he deflated into your embrace. “You didn’t give me time to answer! No duh, I like yours way more.”
“Well, now I’m kind of curious what I’d look like with it on,” Mark replied.
“I guess it’s no different than if I was wearing the mask from my hero suit…” Mark said, leaning in. When he realized he couldn’t kiss you with the mask on, he rested his head in the crook of your neck with a sigh. “But at least my mouth is out on that one. How am I supposed to kiss you with this?”
You coddled him, petting the back of his head. “Oh, I’ll kiss you enough for both of us.”
His hands rested on your thighs, giving them a few squeezes. Usually, when the two of you fucked– no, you couldn’t even call it that. When the two of you “made love”, it was a mutual power balance, each of you doting on the other, muttering praises and “I love you”’s between kisses. Ideally, though, with the mask, your sweet, loving boyfriend would have to take on a more dominating role.
That’s not to say he wasn’t aggressive. He’d try his best to keep his strength under control, and while he would never deliberately hurt you, he had a tendency to bear hug you hard as he fucked into you, mouth pressed into your neck. But you kind of liked it. Really liked it.
Mark seemed to get the idea of what you expected from him, and motioned for you to roll onto your stomach, ass in the air. His cock, already slightly hard from seeing you in your bra and panties, grinded against you through his sweatpants. His hands gripped your waist, easing you back against him.
You turned to look back at him, giving him a sly smile.
He must’ve already had his eyes closed, enjoying the moment, because it took him a few seconds to tilt his head down and meet your gaze. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” You turned your head to face forward again. “You’re just quiet for once.”
Mark removed a hand from your hip to palm his face over the mask. “Aghh, I don’t know! Give me examples of what to say! I can’t be mean to you, baby. Even if it is fake.”
You slightly wriggled back, and he met your force, gently bucking against you. “I told you, you look sexy as hell with the mask on. You don’t gotta do anything–”
“Hmm, just let me put it in already then. You didn’t tell me all this teasing would be a part of it,” Mark whined.
“It’s only been, what, a minute of foreplay?” You goaded. But just seeing him in his sweatpants and the mask did a lot for you, you’ll admit. Your cunt already slightly ached, desperate for more than dryhumping.
Mark’s response was pulling your panties down, then quickly his own pants. He rubbed his cock against your pussy, your thighs squeezing around his girth. You leaned back against him till his hips were flush against your ass, enticing him to get on with it.
He pulled back, aligning himself with your hole before pushing in. Your walls shifted around his length as he eased in, enough slick accumulating from all the grinding and anticipation. It felt as if you were sucking him in, and he let out a heavy sigh above you.
You heard him begin to speak, but he refrained and began to pump into you. You slightly swayed back to meet his pace, your ass meeting his hips with a quiet plap.
Mark’s fingers dug into your hips, pulling you back since you weren’t moving enough for him.
You looked back at him, watching his abdominal muscles flex as he fucked into you, his head tilted back in pleasure. He moaned under his breath, just quiet enough that you could hear if you silenced your own moans.
You moved your hand between your thighs, circling around your sore clit in search of release. He switched up his pace, barely bottoming into you, your ass just grazing his hips.
He tilted his head down, and you could feel his eyes meeting yours through the mask. You pushed through the grip he had on your hips to set your own pace, bouncing back against him as he was still, letting you do as you pleased. The pressure continued to build in your gut, easing you closer and closer to that plateau.
“Yes, baby, like that,” he muttered. “Keep fucking yourself on me. So pathetic, you look so desperate.”
While at first he had some hesitation about the idea of being mean to you, it seemed to flow naturally in the moment. Just his words were enough, and a shock of pleasure shot straight to your cunt. The fact that his eyes were obscured behind the distorted mask only amplified the feeling.
You arched your chest deeper into the bed as you came, your other arm outstretched to grip the sheets as you sighed out a moan. Mark picked up the pace again, his hands moving from your hips to press down on your shoulders as he fucked into you.
You whined into the bed at the overstimulation of the new angle. You couldn’t even squirm out of his grasp with his hands pushing you down, keeping you still as he humped you.
“Mark, Mark, Mark…” You whined.
“Shh…” Mark panted out. “Just shut up.”
It wasn’t much, but his slightly harsh words made your cunt clench around his dick even tighter and you mewled in response. You were hardly there, your mind lost in arousal.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he mumbled.
“Please,” you replied. “You’re so good to me, please, please…”
His pace slackened as he bottomed out in you, and you felt his balls twitch against your pussy as he came. You wriggled the best you could against his hips and he groaned.
“Ahh, too sens–... too sensitive…” He panted above you.
After a few moments of you two catching your breath, you shifted under his weight. He was putting a lot of force into pushing down on your shoulders, and it was beginning to hurt as you came down from your aroused high.
“Oops, sorry,” he said, moving to lie next to you. “Ah, almost forgot.” He lifted off the mask and put it on the edge of the bed. Immediately, he buried his face into your neck and kissed you up to your cheek, palming your face to turn you so you’d kiss him on the mouth.
You laughed at the barrage, attempting to kiss him back at the same pace. When he had had enough and lay back, you could finally catch a whole breath. “So…?
He lightly trailed his fingernails on your back. “Huh? So?”
“You liked it?”
He shrugged jokingly. “I mean, it’s not terrible. Like, I didn’t hate it. As long as you know I didn’t mean any of what I said.”
You poked at his side. “It wasn’t even that mean.”
“I just…” Mark pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you.”
You kissed his collarbone. “I love you, too. C’mon, let’s shower. Then you take me to a nice meal to make up for being so mean. How about…”
"But That's a Look I Can't Refuse" - Higuruma Hiromi/Reader (not sfw)
"You finally got what you wanted after eyeing your older coworker Higuruma for years."
Tagged: Age Gap, Hook-Up, Love Hotels, Foot Fetish (not excessive), Creampie, Missionary Position, Drunk Sex, Y/N Isn't Used, Hickeys
3,293 words
ao3 link
A/N: "so this draft was at least a year old. and i realized if i want to get better at writing i have to actually go and do it... please forgive me if this is slop. criticism is always welcome. and please forgive the writer's not-hidden-at-all fetishes. after looking through a lot of fics i realize i'm kind of alone on the feet stuff LOL"
full fic under cut
You watched your coworker from across the table, the buzz from your third drink of the night beginning to get to your head. He remained quiet as your other coworkers chatted amongst one another, but still stayed alert to the conversation. Higuruma wasn’t very talkative… more so, he wasn’t one to drop anything personal about his life outside of work. This you quickly learned when he caught your eye at the beginning of your internship a couple of years ago. At first, he didn’t seem to pay you any mind as you were freshly eighteen and out of high school, but as you were hired into the company and worked alongside him over the years, he seemed to be giving you a bit more attention as time passed.
As you chatted with your female coworkers who sat on each side of you, you slyly watched his every move out of the corner of your eye; how his finger circled the rim of his glass, the way his usually slicked-back hair began to fall in front of his face after a long day, how his hairy arms looked with his sleeves rolled up…
This hobby wasn’t new to you, and you spent the majority of your workday eyeing Higuruma from across the office. It wasn’t unrequited either (at least you thought so) as you often caught him meeting your gaze, coincidentally heading to the break room at the same time, leaving work with you and making sure you made it to the train safely. You were sure these small actions meant something. Of course, these all sounded like polite things any sensible man would do, but in the mind of a young woman with a crush, it was a lot more dramatic. Alongside that, how could you explain away the lower tone he reserved only when speaking to you? Or him reaching around your from behind when he needed to grab something? Him sitting across from you every time you and your coworkers headed to the bar once you were of age? Or maybe his hand on your lower back when he needed to get past you, muttering “excuse me” right by your ear? Was that all you overexaggerating simple actions?
You hadn’t directly asked, but found out from the other girls in the office that he was already in his mid-thirties, making him at least a decade older than you - maybe even a decade and a half. This fact only enticed you more. The girls teased you ("really? Him?"), assuming that you were just bored. At this point, however, your crush had blossomed from a hobby to pass the time in the slow office to a full-blown infatuation with the man.
Higuruma gave you a glance as he finished off his drink before turning back to the conversation next to him. You smiled to yourself as an idea sprang into your head, with the alcohol making you feel much more brazen than usual. You slipped your shoe off your foot, dragging your toe along his ankle just above his shoe. You attempted to be sly with your glances towards him, but he continued with his conversation and gave you no indication that he felt what you were doing. You put a little more force into your grazes against his shin, slightly raising the hem of his pants as you moved up. Finally, you noticed him shoot you a glance out of the corner of your eye, but only for a moment before he went back to what he was doing.
Did he realize that you were doing it on purpose? Or only because you were drunk and mindlessly moving your feet under the table, and he just so happened to be the one sitting across from you? The two of you had already been bumping your shoes throughout the night (and admittedly, it made your stomach jump just as much as if you were a schoolgirl playing footsies with her crush in class).
Carefully, you brought your foot up his shin over the fabric, till it was sliding from his knee and down his thigh, inching closer and closer to the apex of his legs. You noticed he was now casting his gaze between his conversation partner and you, and it seemed he scooted forward, shifting closer to your touch. You, who drank more than she should’ve at a company gathering, found this quite humorous and fought off a laugh, covering your mouth to hide your smile. Finally, after so long toying back and forth with vague hints, there was actual flirting between the two of you. You wondered how far you could take it. As you nearly reached his dick, he subtly reached under the table and grasped your foot, his thumb brushing over the fabric of your tights. You looked directly at him in astonishment, but he was already staring right at you, his brows furrowed.
“Alright, well, we better head out. The last train is going to leave soon,” the man next to Higuruma said. With this, your coworkers all began to gather their things, and you quickly pulled away from his hand, dropping your foot to put your shoe back on.
As you all made your way outside, Higuruma gently placed his hand on the small of your back, subtle enough that someone would see only if they were paying attention. Goodbyes were exchanged, and soon it was only you and him walking alone.
Your confidence, aided by the alcohol, dissipated now that it was just the two of you, and you walked alongside him quietly, paying extra attention to the way his fingers rested on your back. You were watching the ground as you walked, your body slightly swaying. So carefully were you watching your steps that you didn’t pay any mind to where he was leading you.
“Now you’re playing coy?” Higuruma suddenly asked.
You looked the other way, almost ashamed at your bold move earlier. Was he upset? Revolted? Had you mistaken his reciprocated actions as flirting this whole time?
“I, umm…” You felt as if you were about to be scolded, but you couldn’t figure out a proper way to apologize or explain yourself.
His hand moved to your shoulder to stop you from walking, and you looked up at the bright, obnoxious lights in front of the building.
He had brought you to a love hotel.
Higuruma looked down at you wordlessly, as if he were asking for your approval. You swallowed a heavy lump in your throat.
“We don’t have to,” he quickly said.
“No, no. I want to,” you replied without an ounce of hesitation.
He kept his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked in.
Higuruma was quick to put his hands on you once in the privacy of the room. He barely gave you a chance to admire the spaciousness of the accommodations before his mouth slammed against yours, accompanied by his hands moving under your blouse and his fingers slipping under the waistband of your skirt as his palms gripped your hips. He pressed his body against yours, backing you against the door. You kissed him sloppily, hands roaming to the back of his head to pull him close and slightly relishing in the fact that you were messing up his usually tidy hair.
His cologne filled your nose; while you had smelled it as you stood by him in the break room or walked past his desk, the scent was entirely new now that you were so close to him. It had a deep, ambery note and a slight hint of tobacco. While other men had similar colognes that made you whip your head in the street thinking Higuruma had walked past, none of them ever compared to the way it smelled on his skin. Alongside that, the scent of alcohol on his breath only enhanced the smell of his musky cologne.
He broke away from the kiss, quickly scooping you underneath your arms and legs to carry you to the bed. After he laid you down, you moved to slip off your tights, before Higuruma brushed your hands away, signaling that he wanted to do it himself. The only problem with that, however, is that he preferred to take his time with you.
Positioned above you, you could either watch his face or his large hands as he went through the motions. He slowly inched his hands over the thin fabric, moving up your calves, then your thighs. He pinched the flesh in his hands as if he were kneading it. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he reached under your skirt to pull down at the waistband, taking your panties off alongside your tights. He carelessly tossed them to the side, bunching your skirt around your hips and exposing you, before moving to unbutton your blouse. You shifted to try and speed up the process by undoing the top buttons, but one look from him quickly made you back down. You sat back, allowing him to do with you as he pleased, each brush of his fingers sending goosebumps across your body.
He pushed your bra up, and you gasped at the chilled air hitting your bare chest, before his hands moved to fondle your tits, thumbs gliding over your hardened nipples. Your legs rested on his hips, and he scooted forward till he was flush against you, his hard cock strained against the fabric of his pants. A slight jostle against your clit made you grip hard on his forearm as he continued to grope your sensitive tits.
“Are you gonna keep your pants on?” You mumbled.
Higuruma paused, your nipples gently pinched between his pointer and thumb. “Hm? Say that again?”
You reached forward to undo his belt buckle, although you couldn’t take it off as effortlessly as Higuruma did with your blouse. This time you willingly allowed him to help you and he undid his belt, zipped off his pants, and put them with your discarded tights. You watched his cock spring up as he undressed, your jaw slackened in admiration.
A coarse happy trail spread over his stomach down to his unshaven dick, which was a lot girthier than you had imagined. All those nights of using Higuruma as your mental pornography now had an accurate iteration, and you made sure to remember every last detail. He went to undo his tie, but you raised your hand to stop him.
“Oh, just keep it on,” you said. You ran your hands up along his forearms, pushing the fabric of his dress shirt so his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
He gave you an amused, albeit puzzled look, but didn’t argue and helped you roll his sleeves up. He brought his hand to your pussy, rubbing his fingers along your slit and nudging at your hole.
He paused, raising his eyebrows slightly. “You’re already this wet,” he said.
“Mr. Higuruma-", you started to reply.
"Hiromi," he corrected you.
"Hiromi... you wouldn’t believe me if I told you how badly I wanted this and for how long,” you said, fighting the urge to buck up and grind against his palm.
“No, I would,” he said. After getting your slick on his fingers he pulled back the skin on his cock, pumping himself with your wetness as he positioned himself. His tip prodded your hole, and your breath caught in your throat at the slight pleasure. “You made your feelings towards me very obvious,” Higuruma continued.
“Tonight?”
“For a while now.” He pushed into you slowly, and it took all your willpower not to pull your locked legs against his back and rush him. He eased into your cunt, and when you attempted to look down as you sucked him in, his hand grasped around your chin and forced you to meet his gaze.
You were almost embarrassed at how easily you were giving yourself to him, and the only thing you could do was sit still and take it, his hand squeezing your cheeks as you moaned against his fingers. He grazed his thumb along your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth, and you obediently dragged your tongue along the pad and sucked on it.
He didn’t give you much time to adjust to his girth before he was thrusting at a moderate pace, and despite the stretch, your pussy only seemed to encourage his fucking as you throbbed around him, walls shifting to fit him.
His hand moved to the back of your thigh as he maneuvered your leg till it was flush against your torso. Before you could object or even realize his intentions, instead focusing on the new angles his dick was hitting inside of you, his hand was around your ankle as he dragged his tongue along the sole of your foot.
You arched your back and suppressed the urge to pull your foot away, letting out a breathy moan as he kissed your foot, quickening his pace into your pussy as it loudly, lewdly, squelched around his girth.
As he played with your foot, placing your toes in his mouth and slightly grazing them with his teeth as he sucked, the movement of you arching your back as you squirmed caused his dick to thrust into you at just the right angle.
Noticing your whimpers growing louder around his thumb as he pumped into you, he shifted his hand down to your gut and pushed down, feeling the bulge in your abdomen. His thumb jerked over your sensitive clit and your breath caught in your throat as the new sensation was almost too much.
You had your fair share of experience with toys, your own fingers, and age-appropriate partners (who never even thought to do the handiwork for you in bed). But Higuruma seemed to know exactly how to maneuver his hand to assault the dense cluster of nerves, leaving you teetering right on the brink of orgasm.
You shut your eyes, threw your head back and whined. “Hiromi… agh, it’s too– it’s too much, it’s too much…” Without his hand muffling your cries, you heard every little noise he forced from your throat. While you knew no one could hear you, you were ashamed at how loud he made you wail.
He kissed the sole of your foot once more. “Shh, be good. It’s alright,” he murmured breathlessly.
You thought you had replied to him, but you weren’t entirely sure that it was coherent as all your focus shifted to the gushing feeling of the coil in your gut about to snap. The combination of his gentle tone reassuring you, the ticklish sensation of his lips brushing against your foot as he mumbled praise, and his cock dragging along your walls sent you into a spasm. Your leg that remained around his waist squeezed him in tight, although with not much strength, as your pussy attempted to clench around his length. He gave you no reprieve as he continued getting himself off through your clenching, mind-numbing release, his hand on your gut preventing you from arching or squirming away from his onslaught.
You shot your hand down to his to try and pry his hand away from your throbbing nub, but he continued his ministrations, fucking deep into you despite your pussy gripping hard around him.
As you groaned through your orgasm, Higuruma shifted the position, moving your legs to sit around his waist. You quickly locked them around his hips for any bit of stability, your cunt desperate to have anything to clench around. His hands slid to grasp your ass, giving him the leeway to pound into you relentlessly.
“You feel so good around my cock,” he muttered, his usual stoic tone slightly warbling at the pressure of your cunt squeezing him. “I’m close. Yes, I’ll cum in you.”
You felt like you were having an out-of-body experience. Was he replying to you? You quickly realized that in between moans and wails of his name, you were pleading for him to cum inside of you, use you, knock you up. You couldn’t even feel any shame – your mind was so far gone from pleasure that had you been asked, you would’ve seriously signed your life away to him in that moment, no hesitation.
His body hunched over you and he dug his face into your neck, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. He was careful not to leave a mark, but oh, how badly he wanted to. He wanted to defile your soft skin, have you covered in proof that he had had his way with you tonight. He'd be lying if there wasn't some appeal in how young you were, how easily you melted into his touch and blossomed for him.
With him this close, you could hear his quiet grunts under his breath as he slammed into you, his balls slapping against you. You thought that he was being intense before, but with this new vantage, he fucked into your pussy with such fervor you thought you’d break, feeling your arousal dripping past his cock and down your ass.
You pulled his face closer into the crook of your neck. “Fuuuck, jus’ bite me. Leave… leave marks on me,” you mewled, taking all your strength to make your words understandable past your groans. Your rationality was out the window – what did it matter if your coworkers saw huge, trashy hickeys along your neck and shoulders? You wanted to be marked up, branded by Higuruma.
In reply, he sucked particularly hard right where your neck met your shoulder, teeth biting into the skin. You involuntarily cried out, but the way he was animalistically, feverishly fucking into you felt too good for it to hurt, each thrust forcing you to take the shape of his girth as the room filled with the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass.
You dragged your nails along his back, and you quickly felt his pace slacken and his breath catch next to your ear. He pulled your hips up against his thrust, then one more, before burying himself to the hilt, his dick twitching as he came inside of you. You gripped the back of his hair as he slowly milked himself inside your still-sensitive pussy, fucking the cum even deeper.
The orgasm had sobered you a little, but rather than regretting hooking up with a coworker in a drunken stupor, you instead were in shock that it had even happened at all. A pleasant surprise, of course.
After a moment, Higuruma lifted himself to his elbows, his gaze shifting from your eyes to the mark he left on your shoulder. “Are you alright?”
You smiled at the ridiculousness of his question. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You were sure you looked a mess, and you didn’t even want to think of the things you said while experiencing delirious ecstasy. Even now, you were short of breath and your head was still spinning.
He didn’t seem to have a reply and instead pulled out, being careful not to make a mess, before moving to lie down beside you. “We do have the room for the rest of the night, but I can take you home if you’d like.”
You moved closer to him, resting your head on his chest and idly running your hand over his tie, which had loosened during the ordeal. You took in the scent of his cologne, heated up from his sweat and exertion, and it somehow smelled even better than the perfection that it was before. “That seems like a waste. I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow… Do you have to get home?”
“No. And you’re right; we’ve still got quite a bit of time tonight.”
Hiromi didn't often go out with his colleagues. But one week, duty called, and he was obliged to attend karaoke and drinks with his firm's new clients. He was going to be out for hours. It was a Saturday night, and you were off too, and he was absolutely incensed because--
"They said no spouses allowed! Can you believe it?" Hiromi ranted, clattering around the kitchen in a strop, shoving scattered files into his briefcase, "It's almost like they think I'd spend the whole evening talking to you, and squeezing your thighs under the table, and--"
"--well let's be honest, Hiromi, you would--"
"--and who could blame me, really--"
"---Hiromi it's just one night, I won't be doing anything interesting anyway, just go, and have fun, and send me videos of you doing karaoke--"
Hiromi scoffed, clipping his briefcase shut, "I do not do Karaoke."
He stood staring down at you, straight, and tall, and serious for a moment. You bit your lip, barely hiding a smirk. Hiromi slumped dramatically, his face crumpling into a look of abject despair. He cupped his hands around his mouth and nose, head tipped back.
"...do I have to?" He whined. You did not answer. You simply sidled up to him, straightened his tie, and pulled him down by it, pressing a kiss of promise to his lips, so prophetic that he moaned into you.
You whispered against Hiromi's lips; "Off you go, my brave soldier. Have a drink or six for me."
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You worked your way through the usual bottle of Shiraz that you and Hiromi shared on a Saturday night, but, without him there, being drunk just felt sad. You took yourself to bed, in just one of his shirts fished out of the laundry, and fell asleep in the thunk way that only drunk women do.
You woke in the small hours of the morning with a jolt, feeling yourself dragged down the bed by two strong arms looped around your thighs. You squeaked, reaching down and tangling your fingers in a familiar shock of grey-streaked black hair.
"I-- Hiromi--" you started, mumbling and half-asleep. You heard a giggle from between your legs.
"Shhhh," Hiromi slurred, and giggled again. You heard a p-tuu, and felt a glob of warmth, slippery-wet, dripping down your labia. With little warning, Hiromi lathered his tongue between your folds, and you cried out, your body still sizzling with the wine.
"...missed you," Hiromi whined, nuzzling between your puffy folds, "...wanted...to see you...our S'day night...ruined...s'boring without you..."
"--Hiromi--" you panted, dazed and disoriented, "--just come to bed--"
"Shhhhhh," he whispered again, loudly, "m'fine...right here...pull m'hair...jus' hold onto somethin'..."
Hiromi ate your pussy without remorse, without restraint, as drunk as could be, and fucking the bed in his sloppy, rumpled suit. Hiromi moaned, pornographic and dirty, every time he fucked his twitching, aching length against the sheets.
Still suckling your clit between his lips, Hiromi reached down to hook his cock up to press against his belly, his cockhead frictioned deliciously between his black happy trail and waistband.
You had never been eaten out in a way that was so primal, with Hiromi fucking his tongue into your heat, massaging the area around your clit with his liquor-soaked lips, and rolling his tongue over the hard little pearl of your clit until you almost blacked out, your nerves stripped bare by the shock and wine.
Hiromi was rough, looping his arms over your thighs and dragging you back to his mouth every time you mewled and tried to crawl away from him. He'd respond with a sharp nip to the inside of your thigh, and an admonishing look, before rubbing his face savagely from side to side over your sopping cunt and clit, growling into the wet mess he'd made of you.
As you squirmed and yanked the roots of his hair, clamping your thighs around his head, Hiromi mumbled into your pussy, focusing his tongue and lips on your clit before abruptly sliding three bunched, long fingers into your hole, fucking you hard and fast with them until he felt your silky sweet spot.
Hiromi fucked the bed in time, imagining in his drunken stupor, that the wet squelches and frantic cries from you, were from his cock slamming in and out of you instead.
"--c'mon baby...in m'mouf, cum in m'mouf...good girl, so good, s'good...gonna cum...m'gonna cum...fuuuuckkk, shit--"
Dragging you with biting, sucking, growling urgency through your orgasm, Hiromi came in tandem; his ruts into the mattress, and his pitched, desperate moans became slower, and softer, as his seed poured out under his shirt, soaking the white fabric, sticky and cloying against his twitching belly.
His fingers still inside you, his nose and mouth still between your folds, face-down on the bed as you came down from your absolutely feral high...you heard a snore.
Rising on shaking elbows, you looked down the bed. Cum-soaked, drunk, and sticky with your arousal, Hiromi snored soft, drunk snores into your pussy.
In the morning, you showed him the photo you took of him, this way, before watching the video Hiromi's colleague sent you of him singing old rock songs while the whole karaoke bar cheered him on.
You positioned yourself over Osomatsu’s face, legs on either side of his head. “Finally, you’re using your mouth for something useful,” you said.
Osomatsu looked up at you from between your legs, stunned. “Really, you think I talk more than him ?!”
Reigen laughed at his remark, sitting in front of you as he leisurely stroked himself. “You were talking big about your oral skills just a moment ago.”
Osomatsu’s hands moved up your hips, slightly tugging you down to bring you closer to his mouth. “No, I’m happy I get to have a hot girl suffocating me with her pussy. My issue is her rude comment! What do you mean, ‘something use–’”
You pressed down on his mouth, slightly grinding against his lips. He gripped your ass, pulling you down even more against him as he moved his tongue along your folds.
Leaning forward, you took Reigen’s cock in your hands, looking into his eyes as you palmed his shaft. He was a talker just as much as Osomatsu, but couldn’t keep up the act when he got too flustered. Osomatsu, on the other hand, would continue his charade, even if all the words he was saying were complete nonsense. He was more than happy to be silenced with your cunt against his mouth, however.
You took Reigen into your mouth, his hand moving to the back of your head, only slightly pushing down to guide you. Your tongue moved under his tip as your hand pulled back the skin. You went slowly, your lips suctioned around his girth as you inched your way down.
Osomatsu wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you down even harder against his mouth, his tongue lapping against your pussy. An occasional groan from him would vibrate against your cunt, sending a pulse through your gut.
With your hand wrapped around his base, you released your mouth off of Reigen’s cock with an audible pop , before lowering your head to gently suck on his balls. You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him with his head back and his hand brushing his bangs back.
“Reigen Arataka,” you said between licks along his shaft. “Left speechless from me sucking him off.”
He looked down to meet your gaze. “I mean, can you blame me? Any guy would be– ahh,” Reigen’s voice faltered as you took his cock into your mouth again, quickly bringing your lips down to the base as his tip hit your throat.
Osomatsu suddenly, harshly sucked on your swollen clit, and you moaned around Reigen’s dick. You rocked your hips against Osomatsu’s mouth, guiding his tongue to bring you closer to climax.
Reigen’s hands moved to cup your face, slightly thrusting up against your mouth. You shut your eyes and let him use your mouth, one hand gripping around the base of his cock and following your lips while your other hand grasped his balls.
Osomatsu’s hands spread your ass as he continued to eat you out, gradually paying extra attention to your clit as he could tell you were getting close. You began to grind on his tongue, using his mouth and nose as a toy as Reigen used your throat similarly.
You felt Osomatsu’s middle and ring finger press into your pussy, pushing down against the spongy flesh of your G-spot, prodding it with rough strokes as he lapped at your pussy. That, plus Reigen meeting your gaze as he used your mouth however he wanted, finally sent you over the edge. You came against Osomatsu’s mouth with a cry, legs clenching around his head. His hands pulled you down tight against your mouth as he sucked on your clit, lengthening your orgasm almost to the point of it being uncomfortable.
The feeling of you moaning around Reigen’s cock brought him to his own release, and he pushed your head down as he came against the back of your throat. You diligently swallowed it and Reigen pet your head, wordlessly acknowledging your obedience.
When the two of you had come down from your orgasms, you slowly lifted yourself off of Osomatsu, whose chin and mouth were drenched in his spit and your slick. Unceremoniously, he wiped it off with his arm as he moved out from under you.
“Aghh, I feel like I’m being edged! I wanted to jerk myself off so bad, but I just love feeling up on you while you’re sitting on my face,” Osomatsu said. “My turn.”
You moved to lay on your back and Osomatsu quickly positioned himself between your legs. Reigen moved off to the side of you, hands groping at your tits. “I suppose I can show you that my mouth isn’t only good for sales pitches.”
Osomatsu pushed on the back of your thighs till they were flush with your torso, his dick rubbing between your wet folds. Reigen’s hands moved to your foot positioned over Osomatsu’s shoulder. You resisted the urge to squirm as it slightly tickled.
Osomatsu pressed into you, still tight from your orgasm. A low groan escaped his throat as he shut his eyes, relishing the feeling. Reigen’s thumb pressed against the arch of your foot, before bringing it towards his mouth, his tongue following the path of his thumb.
Wasting no time, Osomatsu began to thrust into you, balls slapping against your ass. Reigen put your toes in his mouth, tongue gliding between each one while his other hand pinched your hardened nipple.
Your whole body was sensitive, with Reigen’s mouth activating the sensitive nerves in both your foot and your nipples and Osomatsu’s cock dragging along your sensitive walls. Osomatsu only added onto it by dragging his thumb against your clit, making you toss your head back.
“Ahh, too much…” You groaned, moving to push his hand away. But he continued, getting a kick out of you being at his mercy.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
Reigen’s hand rubbed up your thigh as his tongue dragged between your toes.
“Please…” You said quietly.
“God,” Osomatsu said. “Keep talking.”
Osomatsu was watching himself fuck you, your cum coating his dick. He looked up at you suddenly to meet your gaze, and you tossed your head back. “Don’t stop, please,” you groaned.
That sent him over the edge, and with a heavy moan, his pace slackened as he came inside of you. He continued to fuck his cum deep into you, ensuring every last drop was deep inside your pussy, before pulling out with a sigh.
You kept your head laid back against the pillow, your eyes closed. But you quickly lifted your head to look at what was happening when you felt someone nudge your side.
“Flip onto your stomach. You can handle one more, right?” Reigen asked you with his convincing smile.
i need everyone to understand the poetry of curly turning a blind eye to anya’s suffering only to be robbed of his autonomy and voice as she was and then forced to observe jimmy’s crimes and the abuse of his own body
