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apology sex w ur bf ⋆˚࿔

confrontation? you weren't a fan of it and well, it wasn't normally a problem.

until you got with your boyfriend.

your boyfriend of a few years—who's usually gone because of work—barely had time for you anymore because he'd usually be doing missions, and every time he'd get home, your shared bed was his first destination; that made you upset!

it's been nearly half an hour since your boyfriend got home, and to no surprise, he was already curling up in bed while you went to fix him dinner. except you weren't going to do that today.

you stood in the doorframe, barely registering your harsh words before they started to roll off your tongue. you weren't even sure if he was awake, but you didn't care. holding in those words for years made it all come out nasty; your words full of resentment.

once you were done, you started to regret speaking up when he didn't respond, and you were about to go back to the kitchen, until your boyfriend unexpectedly got up and hugged you from behind.

and now that's how you're here, your boyfriend caging you in a brutal mating press, cock buried in you to the hilt as he litters sweet words into your ears.

"im sorry, angel—fuck, you mean so much to me," he groans into his words, balls slapping your puffy cunt as he picks up the speed. he kisses your forehead, the gesture soft and sweet, a huge contrast to the way he was fucking into you right now.

"haaah—baby, please! ugghh, slowww dowwwn..." you felt like you were going to pass out. he was buried so deep in you that it was nauseating. you cover your eyes in an attempt to regain some consciousness, but every time his hips grinded into you, deep and rushed, you couldn't even if you tried.

there was desperation laced with every movement of his body. he grips your thighs to keep you from moving from him, determined to show you that he's sorry. "look at me, please. don't hide from me, im sorry," he pants, voice rough and raw as he removes your hand from your face, pinning it to the bed beside you.

you try to tell him something—something about how you can't take it anymore and that you forgive him, how he's going too fast, how you just want him to stop, how you need to cum all at the same time, and he laughs, a genuine one. "missed your sweet whines, doll... y'look so fuckin' pretty like this."

his hair is stuck to his forehead, sweat dripping onto your skin as he keeps his harsh pace, desperate words turned dirty. "nnnh...ahhh—m'gonna cummm!!" you try to warn, pussy stretched open and wet, desperate for more.

"yeah, yeah, make a mess all over my cock," he grits through his teeth, needing you to cum first before he stuffs your hole full.

and so you do, your walls flutter and clench around his dick as waves of pleasure fill your body. your boyfriend nearly shoots his load into your pussy right then and there, but he holds on, fucking you harshly through your orgasm before stopping.

"im not done. not stopping till i make it up to you." he murmurs, nose brushing yours, eyes pouring into your half-closed ones before he thrusts back into you.

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king! sukuna refuses to remarry

you had not meant to speak of it — truly, you hadn’t. but the thought had long wormed its way into your mind, coiled and quiet at first, until one day it twitched in the shadows behind your eyes even when you dressed, even when you looked at your hands, when you spoke and someone younger, lighter, newer answered in court with a tone that mirrored yours and perhaps carried it better.

you are not decaying, no. you are not brittle or sickly. but you are aging.

it is subtle. a warmth leaving your limbs year by year, nothing that shows in the mirror but feels. the worm of reason tells you it is natural, it is good. the voice of doubt tells you your husband is a god amongst men — should sukuna not wish for a wife who can match him in untouched bloom?

so one evening, when the lamps are low and the sounds of the court are far, you dare it. you couch it in strategy, in duty. as though it is a thing of politics and not your own breaking heart.

"if you were to take a second wife — perhaps as a gesture of goodwill toward the families of kyushu, they have many daughters yet unwed — it would be understood. expected, even. alliances often require..."

the words trail, yet you don’t look at him. not at first. but when you do, the silence is not a gentle thing. it is cold. it is deafening.

and sukuna is looking at you like you have struck him across the mouth.

he does not raise his voice. he does not snarl. but his fingers curl around the armrest of his seat until the wood creaks and his shoulders coil like a drawn bow.

“...you dare suggest,” he says, slowly, voice a grind of stone, “that i trade you like livestock for a gesture?”

you flinch, not because he is angry, but because you had hoped — hoped — he would brush it off, laugh it away. instead, he is furious. "you think i would turn my wife — my wife, the one who held this house up in drought, in war, in bloodshed — for what? for youth?"

he rises. not towards you, but away, stalking a few paces across the chamber. you can see the twitch in his jaw, the way his hands flex like they long for a sword. not at you — never at you — but at the idea. the insult. the absurdity.

"what man," he mutters, half to himself, "chooses to grow old alone?"

he turns back, eyes hot and unblinking. "you think marriage is about perfection? about keeping the face the same, the skin smooth? have i asked for another?" a pause. then, more bitterly: "have i strayed?"

you shake your head, whispering, "no — never—"

"then what have i done to make you think i'd prefer someone new? someone untouched by time, untouched by me?"

you lower your gaze, ashamed. “i only thought… you deserved the option.”

he steps closer. "i do not want options."

and then, quieter. rawer. more difficult for him to say: "i want you."

he doesn’t sit beside you, not yet. doesn’t take your hands, or kiss your brow. he is not that kind of man. but he looks at you with a thunderous finality.

"if i have the blessing to age, then let it be with you—not around you, not away from you. with you."

then he says nothing more. only stands there, chest rising, as though he has laid down his sword and expects you to believe him.

the silence that follows your tears is not heavy—it is alive. it tightens the air between you.

the first drop leaves your eye before you can stop it, sliding down with a traitorous warmth that betrays every ounce of composure you thought you had left. it is quiet. it makes no sound. but sukuna flinches like it had struck him.

you see it — the way his hand hovers, uncertain, just barely raised. he doesn’t move closer, not yet. he’s a man forged of war and wrath, not tenderness. affection doesn’t come easy to him; it’s not that he doesn’t feel, it’s that he does, too much, and never knows where to put it.

his brow furrows. "have i... said something wrong?" his voice, usually sharpened with command, sounds dull. hesitant. you shake your head at once, your throat thick, mouth barely able to shape the words.

“no,” you whisper, wiping quickly at your cheek, “you’ve only said what i think i’ve been waiting to hear.”

he watches you, the way your lashes are wet and your shoulders still tight from trying to hold yourself in. and for a man so bad at showing softness, he doesn’t look away. not even once.

“i’m not crying because you hurt me,” you murmur. “i think… i just needed to know that i mattered to you not despite the years, but with them. that this — us — isn’t just duty. that it’s a choice. every day, still.”

sukuna’s jaw tenses, not in anger now, but in something stranger. something unreadable. the kind of expression that only ever visits his face in the privacy of your chambers, and even then, rarely. he doesn’t speak again. only nods once, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing you.

the conversation fades. the lamps are blown out. the futon waits. and that’s when it happens.

when you’ve laid down, arms wrapped around yourself as they often are out of habit, you feel it: the shift of weight. the slide of him easing down beside you, closer than usual. his hand hovers again, just like before, and this time — it lands. tentative. on your waist, warm and steady.

he’s never been the kind to pull you to him, not in sleep. but tonight, he tries. tonight, he does.

you don’t say anything. just press your hand over his, letting him know that you feel it. that you’re here. and he doesn’t draw back. doesn’t flinch. only exhales once, deep and low, as if anchoring himself in the space you make for him.

and when you close your eyes, the ache in your chest is gone. not replaced, not erased —held.

your marriage had always been a union of strength. but tonight, it is something softer. tonight, it is love — quiet, earned, and real.

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Satoru Gojo loves to make a mess of you.

Like the prettiest canvas, he enjoys nothing more than to paint every inch of your body with ropes of his cum. He loves to jerk his thick cock - so glossy with your slick - and watch as it shoots everywhere.

Your tits, your waist, your cunt, he whines out just a bit when he watches it spurt from his tip. You're so fucked out, your eyes dilated for him, hips just jerking.

'Hah, just look at you,' he'll bend down over you then, an arm on either side of your shivering body. His blue eyes go insane, grin plastered on his face. 'You're a mess, sweetheart. Aww but don't worry - I'll clean you up, do you want that pretty girl?'

All you can do is nod, his long pink tongue then desperately laps up the milky strings he left all over your tits. You gasp out, hands entangling in silky white locks, he moans at the taste of his own cum in his mouth.

'Aw, can't even talk sweetheart? look at you,' he'll taunt you even as he worships every inch of your body - lower and lower. Until satoru hits his favorite part - your pretty cunt.

'Toru!' He'll devour every drop of his cum, letting it mix with your sweet juices on his tongue, until he's got you ready again, cock thrusting into your abused little hole.

'This time, m'gonna eat it out of you'

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Sundress, no panties -Nanami

Synopsis: Nanami agreed to take a half-day for once. You used it to wear a tiny sundress and test his patience. You weren’t wearing panties—and he figures that out very quickly.

cw: Explicit sexual content (18+). Public sex/semi-public setting (car, risk of being seen). No panties/exhibitionism. Dom/sub. Light choking. Spanking. Rough sex/overstimulation. Dirty talk. Creampie. Slight possessiveness & authority play

You knew exactly what you were doing when you slipped into that little floral sundress.

It was barely August and the heat was already sticky, clinging, but you weren’t wearing it for the weather. You wore it because you liked the way it made Nanami look at you—like he was seconds away from throwing all his rules out the window and bending you over the nearest surface.

Thin, white, soft against your skin. Light enough to move with the breeze, short enough to show off your ass. No bra. No panties. 

And Kento Nanami—your very overworked, very tightly wound boyfriend—had no idea what kind of day you had planned for him. At least, not when he picked you up that morning.

His jaw clenched the moment he saw you. He was in his usual three-piece suit, meticulous and pressed, glasses perched on his nose and a to-go coffee in his hand. His eyes skimmed down your body with that cold, unreadable look he got when he was trying very hard not to react. You smiled, all sweet. “Morning.”

“You’re not wearing a coat,” he said flatly.

“It’s warm out.” You leaned into his car, lips pouting as you walked to your side of the car. “Isn’t this dress cute?”

“Mhm,” he murmured as he was helping you into his car, gentlemanly as ever—palm on the small of your back, leaning close, murmuring something soft about dinner reservations and time windows—until his hand dipped a little lower. Until your leg shifted to get in and that dress rode up.

Until he felt bare skin under his palm. His voice dropped immediately. “You forgot something.” “I don’t think I did.” “You’re not wearing any panties.” “And?”

The passenger door slammed. Hard. You bit back a grin as he rounded the car and got in, jaw tight, one big hand gripping the steering wheel, the other flexing slow on his thigh. He didn’t say anything for five minutes. Not until you crossed your legs sweetly and whispered, “Are you mad?”

Nanami didn’t look at you. “Mad isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Oh?” You reached over, letting your fingers trace the seam of his trousers, right along the thick line of his cock already pushing against the fabric. “What word would you use?”

His hand caught your wrist so fast you gasped, he was furious.  “Stop it,” he said sharply. “Sit still and be quiet.”

You smiled, wicked and teasing. “That doesn’t sound like a thank you for the little surprise I planned.”

His eyes cut to you, cold and sharp. “I should pull this car over right now. Stop. It.”

You didn’t stop. You never did. Not when he warned you. Not when he glared at you with that tightly-reined restraint that made your thighs press together in the seat. Not even when he muttered a final, sharp “Enough” through gritted teeth, gripping the wheel so tight the leather creaked. He had to recite tax brackets in his head just to keep from wrecking the car.

Instead, you ran your palm slowly over his thigh, higher and higher until you reached the aching, hard line of his cock straining against his slacks. You gave him a playful little squeeze, and in the same motion, reached into your bag.

“Cupcake?” you asked, all innocent as you unwrapped the little thing you picked up from the bakery. Vanilla bean. A stupid, soft little snack. “I brought one just for you.”

“Don't,” he muttered under his breath. He watched you tear the wrapper with one dainty hand, shimmying in the seat like your bare cunt wasn’t already sticking to the leather.

“Kento,” you murmured, licking a streak of frosting off your thumb, “you want a bite?” You moaned—loud—when your tongue dragged over the tip of your finger, eyes fluttering shut like the taste was orgasmic. Then you bit into it slow, messy, frosting smearing the corner of your mouth. You licked that too. Sucked it off your finger like it was his cock.

“This frosting is so good,” you said, eyes flicking to him while your other hand trailed up his thigh. “C’mon just one bite?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, snatched the half-bitten cupcake out of your mouth without warning, threw it straight out the open window—“Kento!”—frosting streaking his knuckles from the force. He didn’t even blink.

Your lips parted like you might whine, but all that came out was a breathy sound as he raised his frosting-coated fingers to inspect the mess he'd made. Creamy, sticky, speckled with crumbs. His other hand never left the wheel, eyes forward as you—incorrigible, needy—snatched his hand and dragged it to your mouth.

You looked up at him through your lashes as you licked slowly from his knuckle to fingertip.

“Oh, fuck off,” he muttered under his breath—but you caught the twitch of his jaw.

“You’re so mean to me, baby,” you whispered against his knuckles. “You didn’t even want a taste?”

His voice was deadpan. “You’re going to cry later. I hope you know that.”

Your thighs clenched again—god, you were already so fucking wet, sticky between your legs from nothing but teasing him. His fingers were still in your mouth. You made a soft little mmph sound like a slut trying to apologize. 

He made a sharp turn off the main road—too fast—and pulled the car into the back lot of a quiet rest stop. You barely had time to react before the engine cut off, the brake engaged.

And then the car was dead silent. You watched him unbuckle his belt with controlled precision. He wasn’t rushing. Nanami never rushed.

You gulped. “Kento—”

“Get on my lap.”

The words hit like a slap. You blinked. “What—”

“You wanted attention. You want to tease me? Fine. Get on my lap. I’ll let you fuck yourself on my cock in broad daylight. No window tints. No privacy. Go ahead. Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”

“…someone could see—”

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, his mouth was right at your ear, voice low. “Get. On. My. Lap.”

He released you just as fast. Sat back. Opened his slacks with one sharp motion and freed his cock—thick, flushed, already leaking, slapping against his stomach with a quiet, heavy thud.

“Take your time,” he said coldly. “You love putting on a show, right?”

You were already crawling into his lap, straddling him, the sticky heat of your cunt dragging over his length as you settled against him. You were so wet he didn’t even need to guide himself in—just one slow press of your hips and he slid inside, inch by inch, deliciously deep.

You gasped as he hissed. His head dropped back against the headrest. “Fuck. Of course you’re this wet.”

You bit your lip, hips trembling. “It’s your fault…” you whined, high-pitched and breathless. He gripped your throat with one hand. “Don’t fucking start,” he snapped. “You’re lucky I’m letting you cum at all.”

You could barely breathe. Not just because of the thick weight of his cock pulsing inside you—but because of the way Kento fucking looked at you. One arm slung across the back of the seat, the other still gripping your throat, palm hot and broad. His glasses had slid down just slightly, exposing the sharp glint of his eyes as he watched you tremble in his lap like some fucked-out little plaything.

“You don’t get to be shy now,” he muttered. “Ride me.”

You whimpered and gripped the collar of his shirt as your hips began to move. Slow at first. Up. Down. Just enough to feel that stretch all over again. Every time you sank down, it felt like too much—too deep. But his grip tightened when you tried to stop. His brows drew together like he was annoyed you weren’t using him properly.

“You tease me all fucking morning,” he growled, “and this is how you ride cock?”

“I’m—” you gasped, “I’m trying—”

“Try harder.”

The slap to your ass was loud and immediate—his palm cracked sharp against the curve of it and you yelped, tightening around him. His cock twitched in response. You barely managed another rise and fall of your hips before your rhythm broke, thighs shaking.

“I can’t—” “Yes, you can.”

He grabbed your hips with both hands and then slammed you down onto his cock so hard you choked on your own breath. “Oh my god—Kento!”

His hips snapped into yours, cock stretching you wide, his hands bruising your waist. He grunted with each thrust, every stroke a punishment.

“This—” thrust. “—is—” thrust. “—what happens—” thrust. “—when you pull that shit with me.” Your eyes were glassy, mouth parted around panting little moans as he forced you to take his cock over and over, faster now, harder—bucking you against him with brute, punishing strength. The squelch of your cunt sucking him back in was filthy. 

He sat back, legs planted, hands locked on your hips, and fucked up into you so hard you saw stars. Your entire body bounced with every brutal thrust—his cock punching against your cervix, the fat head dragging over that swollen, needy spot inside you again and again until your back arched and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

Your orgasm crashed over you so violently your body locked up, cunt clamping down around him like a vice. You cried out—high, loud, broken—and Nanami bit your lip as he grunted, hips jerking up once, twice, before he stilled. His cock throbbed deep inside you, spilling hot cum into your pulsing cunt, so much it dripped out the second he pulled you off him.

You collapsed against him, panting, shaking, your sundress hiked up around your waist, legs splayed open across his thighs.

Just your heavy breaths and his low, even ones. His hand stroked your back, then slid lower—over your ass, to your slick thighs, to where his cum was starting to drip onto the seat.

“You made a mess,” he muttered. You mumbled something incoherent against his chest. He sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You giggled, barely able to lift your head. “Told you the dress was worth it.”

He shifted, tucking himself back into his slacks with practiced ease, then grabbed a handkerchief from the glovebox and slipped it between your legs.

“Clean up.” You mewled, lifting your hips weakly so he could wipe the mess from your thighs.

“You know,” you whispered, lazy smile spreading over your face, “we never made it to lunch.”

He glanced down at you. “You're not getting anything sweet for the rest of the day.”

You smirked. “Except you.”

His palm landed on your ass again—lighter this time. A warning. “Behave.”

“No promises.”

He closed his eyes like he was praying for strength. “Next time,” he said, voice low, “I’m tying your hands before we get in the car.”

You beamed. “Looking forward to it.”

a/n: SLUTT FOR MY NANAMINNN

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༄ roommate!suguru x f!reader x roommate!sukuna

your roommates could not be more different from eachother. they're different in how they dress, how they speak, how they carry themselves. you're coming to learn, they're different in how they fuck too.

you're stuck between the two men, your head fuzzy from pleasure.

you swear you're experiencing whiplash.

sukuna's words harsh and hurried. mean. suguru isn't being any nicer, not really — but the way he speaks is kinder. belittling in a way that feels so sweet you could get high off the words alone.

suguru holds you in his lap, stronger fingers holding your cute cunt wide for sukuna to dig in. brushing his hands through the pink haired man's tresses every so often to keep them out of his eyes.

"there you go, makin our girl feel so good."

your head rests in the curve of suguru's shoulder, cradled and warm and safe in his big arms. "feels nice doesn't it, pretty? you like when you go stupid from being fucked on his tongue?"

so vulgar.

you can only nod, clawing at his arms when they move from between your legs to your chest, leaving dainty red streaks in your wake. suguru's playing with your nipples. twisting and turning them between his the roughened pads of his gentle fingers. enjoying the way you squirm for the both of them.

"su-sukuna, m' close" your thighs tighten around his head, pulling him deeper into you than he already is. sukunas nose squished to your clit, you're throbbing. his crimson eyes are looking up at you, glowing with renewed determination.

his eyes lock with suguru, still fondling your chest and kissing down your neck. a wordless conversation you aren't a part of but still feel.

suguru releases on of your breasts, teasing your entrance with two of his fingers while sukuna refocuses on your sensitive little clit. sucking and nibbling the little bundle of nerves while suguru starts to finger you. angling his wrist perfectly,and curving those skilled fingers of his just right to have you coming undone for them with broken cries of their names. repeated over and over as they fuck you through it all.

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★ AS ALWAYS.

you were average. average looks, average body, average grades. nothing popped out about you, you went under everyone's radars. no boys asked you out, no girls wanted to become friends. you were practically a loner - you had no one close enough to even call an acquaintance.

your life at college was quiet, oh how quickly that would turn around.

ft. toji fushiguro x reader x sukuna ryomen. [ college au ]

꒰ IGNIFY ꒱— warnings: loner!reader - biker!toji - drummer!sukuna.

✕ CHAPTERS...

OO1 : KISMET | destiny, fate.

OO2 : DULCT | sweet, soothing.

003 : SERAPHIC | angelic, sweet.

004 : MOONSTRUCK | crazed, inlove.

005 : ZINNA | love, lust.

006 : LEMETT | regret.

007 : ELYSIAN | peace, perfection.

008 : INDELIBLE | unforgettable.

009 : EESOME | pleasing.

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long day

cw. sleepy sex, sub! character, established relationship

synopsis. he lets you use him however you like when he's tired.

⤷p! link

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you hear the door click behind him, footsteps dragging through the hallway heavily. when he steps inside, everything about him is taut, his jaw is clenched, his shoulders slump just a fraction, and his tired eyes are barely blinking as they land on you.

you can tell he's been holding himself back all day. when he finally looks at you, the exhaustion is laced with desperation. "baby..." he exhales softly. "im home."

he drops his bag by the door, immediately making his way towards you as his gaze flicks down and then back up, slow and admiring. he slumps down against the bedframe beside you, sighing. "fuck..." he breathes, looking at the tiny slip gown you're in. you'd been waiting for him to come fuck you but he'd been late and left you wanting for god knows how long. "this for me?" he asks, tugging lazily at one of the straps of your slip.

you nod, gnawing on your lower lip. "mmm..." he groans, tugging you up and into his lap effortlessly, curling one arm behind your back and making you straddle him so your pussy is right on his clothed cock. he audibly makes a noise of pleasure when he realizes you haven't got on any panties.

his cock strains against the fabric of his pants, swollen after days of being left untouched and aching. you catch the faintest tremor of need there and your pussy clenches with need to be filled. "i'm yours," he breathes, voice rough but steady. "do whatever you want to me."

his hands come up to trace the curve of your hips, gripping lightly. you lean down, brushing your lips over his jaw, brushing lightly against your skin as you whisper, "tell me what you need."

he swallows hard, "i need... fuck, to be inside you," he mumbles into your hair, tugging you close to him. the heat of his body pressed beneath you is thick and urgent, his chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths as you slowly shift, grinding down onto him. you let the slick slide of your wetness coat his slacks before you even start to move, molding yourself around him inch by inch. he lifts you up just enough to undo his trousers to free his cock, then eases you back down, slowly.  

his cock stretches your plush walls and fills you up the further you slide your pussy down his thick shaft. he grips your waist with both hands to anchor your body down onto him, groaning low when you finally bottom out.

"oh fuck," he gasps, head falling back against the wall, it takes everything in him not to cum right there. his eyes crack open again, finding yours even in the dimness. "you feel… so fucking good. i've been dreaming about this for days." 

your cunt flutters around him as his hands roam without direction. up your back, down your ass, curling around your thighs like he can't decide where to keep you because every part of you is needed. he's breathing hard into your hair, murmuring "mm, i missed my girl s'much."

you roll your hips against him so his cock drags deep inside you. his entire body shudders, his hands pushing you down harder to grind you until your clit brushes against his pelvis. his hands slip under your slip at last, palms dragging against your bare skin. you finally lift, dragging his cock almost all the way out before sinking back down in a messy, wet thrust. his whole body bucks up to meet you, fucking up into you. "it's mmh, e-even bigger than usual... you..." you pant. "you're huge."

your wetness gushes around him noisily, dripping down his length and soaking him. your pussy clamps down so tight that the drag of your walls milking him with every single movement.

his moans cut off in a strangled groan as bounce on him. his hands grip your ass desperately but you don't give him a minute to control you. you roll your hips, shift back up, slam down again, using him to your heart's content.

"so full," you moan into his ear, nails dragging down his shoulders as you ride him rougher, sloppier. his balls are so full, so swollen, that even before he can cum properly, his pre is already weeping out in fat, sticky drips that slick your insides, mixing with your own wetness until it gushes out of where you're connected. he groans and squeezes your flesh "it's leaking out, shit, you're makin' me leak, sweetheart."

you grind down hard, making sure his cockhead presses deep against your cervix, and his hips jack up helplessly under you, balls tightening with the weight of days' worth of need. cum is already seeping out around the base of his cock, spilling in slow, hot trickles that smear over your thighs as you ride him.

you tug his hair back so he has to look at you, your slick thighs slapping against his as you bounce. "look at the mess you're making," you pant, lips brushing his. he bites down on your shoulder so he doesn't whimper like a loser, continuing to rut his hips up uncontrollably, his cock throbbing deep inside you while cum keeps dripping out, pearly streaks painting both of you.

"i'm gonna cum" he gasps into your skin, hands shaking on your waist as you keep using him, keep dragging that fat cock in and out of your soaked pussy. your eyes flutter shut, and every nerve in your body hums, pulsing, shaking with the sheer, overwhelming fullness. your sighs turn into little moans, long, languid, dreamy, as you savor him deep inside. his hips jerk violently, pounding up into you, and you feel the first hot spurts of his release flood inside you. he fills you until it spills out in heavy, sticky drips, mixing with your slick, coating both of you.

you shiver, moaning around his neck, and arch your back, pressing into him, letting him bury himself deeper while you cream down onto him, pussy tightening, squeezing every drop out of him.

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Suguru Geto holds your thighs wide open while he sits underneath you, cock hard and thick underneath his pants, while Satoru Gojo spits a bubbly trail right on your clit.

You whine out at it, jerking just a bit, for them both to laugh - Suguru’s dark chuckle and Satoru’s throaty, full one. Bright blue eyes look up while a tongue ring flicks against your ear.

'You're so wet already,' Satoru murmurs, parting your folds and watching arousal drip from your little hole. 'I haven't even touched you yet, sweetheart.'

'She's easy,' the man under you reaches around, one big hand on your breast under your top, the other finding your clit with your skirt shoving higher up your thighs. 'She can't help how slutty she is, Satoru.'

'Fuck, she must love that, she's soaked,' Satoru leans down now, kneeling between your thighs that tremble, tongue gathering some of the juices that spilled and moaning. 'You been keeping this all to yourself? Selfish.'

'Mnh!' One hand clings to silky white locks, the other holds onto Suguru’s arm for support, Satoru's moan tickling your cunt. He laps a filthy stripe right up your slit, coating his tastebuds with you, smiling while Sugruru keeps rolling a rough fingertip on your twitchy clit.

'Of course I'm selfish,' Suguru gathers your arousal and sucks it off his fingers, moaning. 'She tastes too good.'

'Mmm, you never did share your sweets I guess,' Satoru slips a finger in your hole, while Sugruru shoves one in your mouth. Breath on your neck, long finger curling right on that spot in gummy, grippy walls. 'Like that, don't ya? Pulsin' already.'

'Ngh!' you don't have any words, overwhelmed by the sensations when Satoru fingers you with two now, stretching around him, and Suguru takes his head and buries it against your clit. 'Oh f-fuck!'

'You love it, his mouth... don't you? Slutty girl,' Suguru taunts you, hands gripping your thighs and lifting for more and more of Satoru's long pink tongue. 'Love having both of us?'

You don't admit it, you're too fucked up when Satoru makes your clit vibrate, and Suguru is gently choking your throat, rutting his cock against your ass. Satoru moans when you start gushing, fingers working faster and faster, you're losing oxygen.

'That's it, hah- show him how much you love it,' Suguru kisses your lips all sloppy, you whine into it, hips arching up to fuck Satoru's pretty face. 'Squirt all over him, huh? Show him how messy your cunt is.'

You shatter, cunt pulsing around thick digits now. As if on Sugruru's command you're gushing and squirting while Satoru makes you cum so hard you're gasping for breath. Constricted by Sugrurus fingers you barely make a sound.

'Oh fuck,' Satoru stares in wonder at the clear stick arousal pouring, fingering the mess side to side and smirking. 'Your cunt is so slutty, think she needs more.'

Sugruru soon is in Satoru’s spot, but Satoru has his thick cock buried to the hilt. Sitting unmoving and shoved into your cervix, while Suguru sucks on your clit, teasing and edging you.

'Please, mnh, move - ah!' You're begging Satoru, but their chuckles just show they're nowhere near done teasing you.

Steady on the satosugu x reader agenda 😌

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can’t rid the horrible thought of sitting on nanami’s lap, your backside pressed to his bare chest while that pretty, aching pussy just drools down the entire length of his cock. one big hand keeps your trembling thighs pried while the other is everywhere else—tracing delicious shapes onto your clit, greedily trailing up your writhing body, groping your bouncing tits, pinching your hardening nipples, choking you.

studiedly, he’s following the depraved arch of your back as you gasp out his beautiful name like it’s the only prayer you’ve ever known, gone with brimming pleasure and overstimulation. god, how he can hardly help the sinful drag of his palms as he feels you all the way up; nothing but thorough, ensuring not a seraphic inch of your body is left untouched.

“yeaaah, arch that back for me, pretty girl.” his lips settle just below your ear, kissing over the warm, thudding pulse that beats like a drum. “you like my hands all over you, huh?”

you’re delirious as you nod to him, sinking further into his embrace while he fucks you onto his big, fat cock no differently than a measly little toy. a breathless laugh escapes him when your head woozily lolls back, resting within the muscular divot of his shoulder. a warm hand is pulling at your face, deft fingers brushing your cheeks as he brings you close, kissing you deep.

the prettiest whine leaves your lips and he swallows it, along with every other moan and wince and gasp and cry. and it’s just so fucking sloppy—teeth clashing, tongues lapping, breaths heaving. nanami lets off a thick groan, his big fingers hot and steady, rubbing at your poor, twitching clit with intention.

“more,” it’s greedy, mumbled into your honeyed mouth while his lips remain pressed to yours. he’s spreading you wider, hooking an indulgent hand beneath the crook of one your wobbly knees, forcing you to slump further against his searing body. “give me more, sweetheart… wanna feel that cumming pussy, yeah?”

“n— nanami,”

“i know,” he coos, shutting you up with a dizzying kiss. “i know how close you are… can feel you tightening up like you want it.” the soft pads of his fingers are slapping against your aching clit thrice, encouraging your looming orgasm. “cum for me,” a warm, openmouthed kiss to the shell of your ear. “cum on my cock like i know you’re about to.”

and god, do you. your pretty mouth stupidly gaped as you meet the desperate buck of his hips with shallow movements, chasing that cock like the prettiest whore. he watches as your face screws up, brows knitting in nothing but overwhelming pleasure as you choke on your own breath, sobbing. those wide eyes welling with tears as you whimper and whine and curse, all while creaming down the entirety of his shaft like you’re life depends on it.

“thaaat’s it, always cum so pretty for me,” he plants a sweet, loving kiss to your racing temple, allowing you to ride out your orgasm for as long as you need. “but i think you can give me more than that.”

oh.

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yeah thinking about a touch starved nanami kento who’s like fully hunched over your body, cradling your head in his big hand while stretching you ouuut in missionary. your face smothered in the crook of his neck, his expensive cologne dizzying, hips maddening. and his thrusts are just so fucking heavy. feeling the head of his thick, pretty cock kissing against the same, overstimulated spot over and over and over and I JUST FUCKING NEED HIM OKAY? that is all, that is the post.

and he will be breeding you, sorry

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DRUNK N NASTY 001.

tipsy!nanami x reader 18+ minors/blank blogs dni

little known fact: nanami can drink anyone under a table.

especially if it’s dark liquor. whiskey, scotch, bourbon, rum. if it’s not amber colored when it’s pouring out of the bottle, he simply doesn’t want it. nanami only drinks the good stuff too. definitely a Macallan guy. won’t settle for the bottom shelf liquor and will buy the expensive bottle for the table even if it’s casting pearls before swine.

and you love it when he drinks.

especially when he’s had a little bit too much and has to be driven home by Yu or Gojo—much to Gojo’s amusement and yours. they go out every now and then, crawling the bars of the city, uncorking the potion that turns your otherwise polite and civil Dr. Jekyll into a sexually deviant Mr. Hyde.

you look forward to the moment he finally walks through your front door, footsteps heavy and loaded with the promise of hunting you down.

anticipation creeps up your spine in time with your man, his footfalls in tandem with your heartbeat. your smile widens when you see the doorknob to your bedroom turn, stretches into something wicked when nanami throws the door open. disheveled and sexy, a few buttons undone, tie lose, hair tousled just a bit. his wide frame poised in your doorway, ready to pounce.

nanami stalks over to you like a big cat strides across the Savannah. so mesmerizing that you don’t realize he’s got you until his hand clamps around your neck, just underneath your jaw.

“open.” he commands with a slight squeeze.

you obey, choosing not to object when he tilts your head back slightly. peering down at you, his lip quirks up into a lazy grin.

“saved you some.” nanami shakes a bottle of macallan 18. the remnants slosh around inside. it sounds to you like a couple shots worth if portioned right. “no chaser, though.”

“don’t need it.” you rasp. his thumb softly traces your bottom lip with a chuckle then it’s replaced with the rim of the bottle.

“good girl.” nanami coos approvingly.

you brace yourself for the golden liquid that slides down your throat. it’s definitely more than a shot—he’s always been a little heavy handed with his pours—but you take it all.

you have to admit it’s smooth though still a bit acrid. it floats on your tongue but claws its way down then finally settles in your chest, making the area warm and tingly behind your breastbone.

“more?” he has the bottle poised at your lip but ready to be rescinded if need be.

“more.” you nod.

there’s a similar theme found in the words he grunts into your ear while you’re flat on your stomach beneath him. because nanami always wants to fuck you prone when he gets like this.

the liquor turns him into an endless pit of need. nothing’s ever enough. he’ll just keep going until he’s out of fuel. it also doubles as liquid courage making him looser in the tongue, the limbs, inhibitions and the like. anything goes.

“I love this pussy baby.” nanami groans into your ear while he strokes slowly. you’re shaking like a leaf, clenching around him in waves as you come down from your high.

“yeah?” it’s muffled from you being face down in the pillow trying to catch your bearings but he can still make it out.

“mmm, so much.” he all but purrs. you feel the wet drag of his tongue against the shell of your ear. that’s how you know the words of an incubus are coming. “you get so wet for me when you drink.. i bet if you let me speed up you can hear it.”

you lift your head up from the pillow so he can hear you clearly. “baby..if you go any faster I’m gonna cum again.”

you can feel nanami’s laughter against your back before it even reaches your ears.

“you say that like it’s a bad thing. i can make it a very, very,” nanami grinds hard against you, hoping to coax you into another round. “good thing.”

“aren’t you tired?”

“does it feel like I’m tired?” he has yet to remove himself and you can still feel how hard he is despite your multiple orgasms tonight. so no, not in the slightest.

“you can take more.” you can’t. “you can give me one more.” you’ve already given him three orgasms and that’s what he said the last time.

you feel him slide all the way out. he waits a beat for you to realize just how empty you feel and right when you think you can’t bear it, nanami slowly glides himself back in to the hilt. the angle positions him so deep inside your pussy that your body involuntarily arches and your toes curl.

“mmmmmfuuuuck you, oh my god.”

“i know you can. you’re clenching me so tightly.. you don’t even wanna let me go.” nanami’s hand grasps your throat in an effort to hold you up off the pillow and right at his lips. “it’s okay. m’not goin’ anywhere. here all night. just for you. only you, baby.”

“nanami.” his name is a plea though you don’t know what for. split right down the middle half of you wants to catch your breath and the other half wants to match his lust round for round.

“that’s it, tell me how good it feels, baby. tell me you want me to go faster.” hazel eyes bore into the side of your face demanding your attention when you don’t answer right away. “tell me, baby.”

“..faster. faster, please, you feel so fucking good inside me.”

that’s all it takes for him to grab your hip in one hand to bring you closer to his pelvis and rut into you from behind. his thighs meet yours over and over in a pace as bruising as his grip on your throat. with your head thrown back in complete bliss, you cry out and moan right up against his ear until your voice goes hoarse.

as promised, nanami’s cock stuffs you full, hard and fast until you can hear those deafeningly wet plap plap plaps conveying just how slick with need you are and how he hits just the right spot for you. over and over again.

“you listening? hm? sloppy little pussy making all this noise for me.” you nod frantically. well, as much as you can with your chin propped up by his hand. it’s not all you can hear though.

there’s his harsh panting that matches the timing of each and every thrust like your personal metronome. you can feel the puffs of air hitting your shoulder. then there’s your own moans that have reached a concerning, neighbor-alerting decibel. you can barely see straight anymore with the feeling of an impending orgasm not even bothering to creep up on you this time. it’s an oncoming freight train that you cannot outrun even if you wanted to. when his thumb parts your lips, drawing circles on your tongue in an effort to muffle you, you taste him.

nanami clouds every last one of your senses. the weight of him on top of you is all encompassing, all encasing, overwhelming but deep down you love having absolutely nowhere to run from all the pleasure he gives you.

“such a good girl for me, baby—fuck you’re doing so good.” you preen under his praise and maybe you clench a little tighter after being called a good girl. you’d do anything to hear him say it in that raspy post night out voice. you always let him run his mouth when he gets like this. he says things he never says when he’s sober.

“i get drunk just so I can come home and do this to you. when m’out, all i can think about is you creaming all over me. just like this, love.”

that freight train it’s getting closer if the warmth building in your stomach is anything to go by. you know you won’t be lasting much longer.

“m’glose.” is the warning you try to mumble around his finger in your mouth. “i’m close.” you repeat, breathlessly once you can talk again.

“i know. i know baby. just a little longer ok?” nanami buries his face into the crevice of your neck, kissing the soft skin there. he slows his pace, opting for something more sensual and passionate. you feel his arms wrap around you holding you close and tight. you don’t even mind the sheen of sweat coating you both, not when he makes you feel this good. you’d rather have the warmth than anything else.

honestly, you could cry right now and the alcohol almost makes you want to. tears prick the corner of your eyes, two of his fingers draw a figure eight repeatedly on your clit with your pelvis pressed right up against his hand. you can’t control it when your breath quickens.

“feels so g—can’t.. take it..” you choke out between silent sobs.

nanami’s just as affected, babbling on gently chasing his high while forcing yours. “just a little more for me. just hold on..I’m gonna make it feel so good, it’s gonna feel so good—fuckkk yes, squeeze me like that.”

you clench hard when you cum around him. the sounds you make are barely covered by the pillow you force your face into. they’re only broken up by the gasps leaving your body as your chest heaves. you grip and release him over and over. your body goes increasingly limp in his arms. bottom line: you’re spent.

for a moment, all you see is white. for a moment all nanami can feel is relief. satiated, thirst quenched and content, he dismounts you to lay parallel to your practically boneless body. it’s hard for him to catch his breath as well but he manages before you.

“c’mere.” nanami pulls you into his lap and places a kiss on your forehead. “my good girl.”

you smile up at him right as he reaches for the bottle again to knock back to last shot of whisky. but before he can swallow, you pinch his cheeks together and force him to spit it into your waiting mouth.

“you’ve had enough for tonight.” you scold, frowning playfully. he kisses you deeply chasing the taste, licking the remnants out of your mouth before ending with a long suck of your tongue.

maybe he’s had enough whisky but he’ll never truly have enough of you.

it comes as no shock to you when he whispers “more?” against your lips.

god you love it when he drinks.

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the two of you have been making out for hours at this point. netflix mockingly asking of you're still watching. tongues in a messy dance, teeth clashing from time to time, spit from the other on the corner of your mouths. choso sucks on your tongue like it's the last time he's able to do it. he has been humping your leg since the both of you have started the movie that yuuji recommended. the wet spot from his throbbing length bleeding through his pants and onto your naked leg. his one hand dangerously close to the panties you're wearing. while the other pushed your shirt up to hold your waist.

so to finally give in, you snake your own hand down between his legs. massaging him right through his clothes. his kiss gets a little sloppier. a breathless moan escapes him. hands gripping you tighter, trying to ground himself. he can't give in this easily.

you want to break him, watch him fall apart from your touch. so your hand snakes into his pants and beneath his boxers. gripping his dripping cock and starting to jerk him slowly. a louder and vocal moan can be heard. choso's eyebrows knit together tightly. still trying desperately to stay focused.

but when you flick your wrist while stroking his tip, it's over for him. he breaks the kiss, spit still connecting his lips to yours. head thrown back as he whimpers and begs and cries for you.

and who are you to deny your sweet boy??

dividers by anitalenia ♡

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SATORU GOJO nearly came right in his pants when an idea popped into his head: sharing you with his two best friends.

You were his — his, his, his — but right now? As KENTO NANAMI started to undo his tie while standing at the edge of the bed? As SUGURU GETO leaned down and took your nipple into his wet mouth?

You belonged to all three men.

Suguru hummed as he sucked on the tits he had been longingly staring at for nine months straight.

With his tongue, Satoru rapidly flicked the one his best friend wasn’t sucking on, ocean blue eyes watching you squirm from the sheer sensation of both men sucking and licking at your sensitive nipples at the same time. Talk about team work.

Kento wanted to suck or lick something as well.

You watched him lower his head between your warm thighs, blonde hair tickling you, and you felt his cool watch against your skin as his long fingers hooked around your panties and pulled them to the side.

His tongue dipped into your folds then. The man who had been so utterly respectful of you and Satoru’s relationship — kept his distance, barely spoke to you beyond simple chatter, didn’t even stand too close if you found yourselves together in a crowded elevator — was now swirling his tongue around your clit before flicking at it, and he drove two curved fingers in and out of your hole.

Three mouths were glued to the most sensitive parts of your body, sucking, licking, flicking . . . then swallowing.

Or, for the most part, at least.

Kento swallowed a good bit of what you squirted into his mouth, but the rest, he held on his tongue as he made his way across the bed, leaning over your body and the heads of the other men.

He gripped your jaw, opened your mouth, and after running his thumb down your tongue, he spit what remained of your squirting orgasm down your throat.

Satoru pulled away from your nipple. His tongue was gliding across your neck and jaw, catching what dribbled out from the corner of your mouth.

“Which of my two friends will get to fuck my girlfriend first,” Satoru mumbled against your skin. “Let me think.”

“Go right ahead, Suguru,” Kento stroked your cheek with his thumb. “I want her mouth right now anyway.”

Kento attached his wet mouth to yours. You could taste yourself his tongue as he swirled it around yours, and as Suguru positioned himself in between your legs and Satoru sat back to watch what he would now refer to as his new favorite show, Kento kissed you harder as he reached down and started to unbuckle his belt.

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choso has those sleepy eyes.

hooded, heavy-lidded, always looking like he just woke up from the kind of nap that ends with a blunt. but when they’re fixed on you?

your thick body stretched across his sheets, thighs soft and spread, belly rising with every shaky breath— those sleepy eyes turn hungry.

he doesn’t talk much. never really did. but now? now he’s got his face buried between your thighs, nose pressed to your clit, tongue deep and slow and fucking obsessed—and the only sounds in the room are your gasps and the wet, disgusting suck of his mouth as he devours you like it’s instinct.

he doesn’t move fast. choso eats you like a man starved, not greedy.

focused.

like your pussy is the answer to a question he’s been asking for years.

and the way he groans when you clench? filthy. his eyes flutter shut, lashes brushing your belly as he grinds his face deeper into you, like he wants to drown in your sweetness.

"you’re gonna crush me, baby," he mumbles, voice muffled by your thighs. but he doesn’t sound scared. he sounds hopeful.

you whimper, hips jerking, thighs trembling around his head.

he drags his tongue slow—too slow—right up your slit and then just… stays there. mouth hovering. breath hot. staring up at you with those half-lidded eyes like he’s waiting for permission he’s already taken.

"don’t run," he says softly. "you asked for this."

you did. you asked. begged. cried on his lap about how no one ever took their time with you—how guys always skipped the good part.

so now?

he’s proving a point.

he slides two thick fingers in—easy, like your pussy was made to be opened by him—and drops a long string of spit on your clit, licks again. deeper. messier. slower.

you moan loud, hand flying to his hair.

"yeah," he groans, voice gravel-thick. "don’t fight it. lemme make you come on my tongue."

and when you do—loud, broken, legs shaking so hard you accidentally do try to close them— he grips your thighs and pulls you open wider.

“nah,” he rasps, sleepy eyes glowing. “i’m not done yet.”

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˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to treat me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ N. Kento

Silk slipped through your fingers like liquid gold. Velvet kissed your skin in whispers you could barely afford. Each sapphire along the silver bracelet hugging your wrist winked at you. Don't even get started on your heels, your earrings, the fourth shopping bag laid idly beside its friends from three other stores.

The cherry on top? Two large hands scorned from years of work yet ever gentle in their smooth trace down your curves.

"I think this dress suits you well, don't you, darling?" Even Kento's kisses felt expensive. The grandest of jewels laid over your shoulder as if you deserved each one. Hell, as if you deserved every store your pretty little self stepped into it.

"Well . . ." you roved over the mirror's scene. Your beloved was behind you with his hands worshipping every crevice and crook of your body, his lips painting affection across your shoulders and neck. The dress was gorgeous, comfortable, the finest material only for his darling.

Instead of the silk, your eyes drew to the price tag written in invisible ink between the creases.

"It's a bit pricey. I don't think I'm worth all this expense."

His lips paused. Glued to the junction between your shoulder and neck. One comment and suddenly, his gaze flickered to you. As if that alone would reverse time and have you gulping the words down instead.

Kento stilled, then asked — even if it didn't sound like a question. Low, quiet:

"Come again?"

Silk was the least of your concerns. Slick became all you knew. Pooled around his palm and messing up his favourite watch you're sure. Not that you could see with your vision impaired by his chest. Your front flushed into him while his hand worked endlessly behind.

Fingers tremble in his shirt. Each twitch another apology to his digits pumping fluidly into your syrupy slit. They fucked until the knuckle, withdrew every few shallow thrusts, then slammed back in until you were drooling all over his blue fabric.

"K-Kennn - please," you hiccuped, forearms flushed tighter to his chest as you peeked at the mirror behind you. Panties pulled to the side and hanging on a limb while his hand pistoned into your pretty, swollen pussy.

"Sssh darling. You're too pretty to be talking about yourself like that." His drawl rumbled into your ear after a soft kiss pressed against it. His wrist rotated and you choked a moan as he braced speed.

"Too pretty to beg. Don't want to hear that ever again. You hear me?"

Nods were all you could manage. Your thighs squeezed tighter, but it didn't matter to his large hand. His free one caressed your side with his strong arm steeling you against him. Trapping you as he fucked all your insecurities out in splutters and squirts.

Kento crooked into a spot that made you bite down on his shirt, whimpering. Your hips bucked helplessly with your pitiful little — "Ken - Kento 'm gonna - I'm cumming, please? Please can I cum? Pleaseplease?"

He huffed again. This time his thumb joined on you clit. Flicking up to reprimand the nub together with his now ruthlessly pumping fingers. You keened and limped into him. Legs shaky on designer heels surely messed with your cunt gushing juices.

"Come now darling. Ask, don't beg."

You hiccuped and pressed tighter into him. Tears heavy on your lashes as you squeezed your eyes shut and mouthed on his already damp shirt. "Please - please make me cum? Kento - hngh!"

He circled on a bundle of nerves he knew would loosen the knot. Your pussy throbbed and with one final burst of heat, you bubbled cream all over his palm. He eased you into a slower grind, his thumb circling your clit a few more times before finally halting.

Your face is pulled into his free hand. You found comfort in his palm and whimpered as he brushed your tears away.

"Look at me, sweetheart." When you did, a tender kiss met your glossy lips. "Never want to hear that from you again, alright?"

"Mhhm."

"There's my good girl."

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to touch me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Satoru

You wouldn't consider yourself a shittalker, but when it came to boys, you were never the type to hold your tongue. If you had a dollar for every asshole with a god-complex you encountered and ten for each one you dated, you'd be able to pay off your student loans. But Satoru's got that covered.

Ah yes, Satoru, who sat beside you with an idle scroll of his phone. His long arm draped over your shoulders as he fell into yet another cat video trap. He was freed from his third-going-onto-forth loop when whatever video you stumbled upon caught his ear.

"Ladies, best believe. The second orgasm is a myth."

His pale brow arched and he sneaked a sideways glance to garner your expression. What's with that look? "Kinda bs, huh sweetheart?" He tested the waters and immediately burned when you shrugged your shoulders.

"Dunno. Guys can barely give one, let alone two."

His smile froze and the sideways look turned into a small stare. The thumb that had paused in its lazy circles on your shoulder started up again. As if trying to coax a correct answer out of you.

"Can't disagree with that. But cut us some credit yeah?"

"Nah, boys can't do shit."

His second brow joined as they both raise further. His smile tightened at the little scowl you present him, as if he represented every male on earth. Satoru knew that look well. It's one you've been testing him with for the past couple of weeks. This was aimed.

Yes, Satoru hadn't made you cum more than once, but not due to lack of skill. You were young, sensitive, one was enough for now. He had to ease you into everything he knew — but there goes that brat again thinking she can take it rough.

"But not me though, right sweet girl?" He hoisted you closer, his shades falling down the bridge of his nose. Blue eyes dimmed to a murky ocean and the pattern of his thumb ran firmer. He was giving you an out —

Yet there you were, smiling sarcastically. "Not sure, Satoru. I think you're just like all these other boys in my phone."

And that's how you wound up eating those words in the form of pitched moans and drool. Back to his chest, legs hooked over his knees that locked them open like a clamp. A strong arm flexed around your middle where he bundled you so easily in his lap. Steeling you still and helpless to the mess you're squirting everywhere.

"Toru - toru!" Your voice quaked brokenly as you chased air like a luxury. Head hung back on him as you pitifully bucked into two fingers fucking another slew of slick from your raw pussy. Swollen and stringy, spraying squirts and cream with every deep plunge to the knuckle.

"So it's 'toru' now sweets? That you or your pussy talkin'?" He was relentless. Would his arm ever get tired? It hasn't lost pace since he shoved into you. It's been three orgasms, going onto a devastating fourth.

Squelches poured when he stuffed them to the knuckle and shallowly stroked on your sweetspot. His fingertips expertly circled the bundle of nerves then come-hithered until you were keening. The arm on your middle shifted and he bunched on your shirt, yanking it up over your tits with a grip that showed off every vein on his strong hand.

"Oh, what's that? You cummin' baby?" Satoru grinned against your ear, pace speeding to something blinding. "Yeah? What number's that?"

"Dunno — hngh!"

Your lips formed a pitiful pout that split with drool when his thumb attacked your clit and a third finger shoved in simultaneously. You squirmed, but he yanked you back with a greedy tit grope. "Yeah you do, don't wanna hear it."

His wrist flicked, the new position brought an even more brutal pace. He angled specifically to exaggerate your pussy's lewd sloshes and squelches. Another sweetspot became his target and you spewed slick all over his palm, coating his silver watch in gloss. That's fine, he'd make you lick it off later.

"Gimme the number, brat." His hiss punctuated with added pressure, your clit's trapped once more. "Or is all you're good for creaming my fingers? Messing my watch up baby. Pretty pussy's not caring one bit huh?"

His chuckle bordered something cruel. Cruel like his fingers that crooked and abused whatever spot he could find. Who cared if your messy juices painted the couch, his sleeve, hell — the floor with your last squirt?

All he cared about were your whining sobs, your pitiful grinds into his hand that was wayyy too big for you and the wet throbs of your pussy.

Slams pistoned on your gummy walls. You squirmed to no avail and choked another sob as you shivered back onto him. "Toru! T-Toru please!"

"How. Many?"

Your jaw's snatched next. Face squeezed between his flexing fingers as he wrung your head to face him. Teary eyed, drooling, looking like his sweet girl rather than that smart lil' brat. His glare earned your whimpers, but he was still grinning. Still pumping his fingers endlessly. Sharply. "Tell me how many times I made this pussy cum, huh? Tell me."

"T-Two - no - nooo," you whined as your wrong answer came with his fingers yanked out, sticky strings connecting to his hand that soon slapped back on your raw pussy. You jolted, whimpered — but it's cut off into a keened moan when he shoved them back in. "Three - three 'toru -!"

"Thaaatt's it. What's it gonna be?"

"Four - oh god!"

You clenched on his fingers and throbbed over his knuckles. Mouth falling open as he shot his other hand to grip your thigh and ruthlessly ground your shaking self down onto his relentless thrusts. He knew all your signs. The moans caught in your throat. The crossed eyes and drooling, spluttered, ah ah ah! as he fucked the brat right out of you.

The knot in your tummy tightened one more time. Your head tossed back. Body clenching altogether as he trapped you in an endless, devastating bliss. You splattered all over his hand with a broken gasp of his name. Stuttering your thighs as if you had any control. Squelching, gushing, until trickles of cream oozed around his still pistoning hand.

"There she is. There's my sweet girl." At last his affection laves over your neck in kisses. Not that his hand ever stopped. He only shallowed again and started curling more cruelly. Holding you down as you struggled around in his grasp with pitiful lil' 's too much' and 'toru pleaassee'.

You're hot. Bothered. Sticky and whiney as you choke on heated air. He slipped his other hand down to pinch and play with your clit. Egging on your whimpered sobs.

"Boys can't do anything, huh sweetheart?" Satoru crooned into your neck, grinning like the devil before he whispered low and rough in your ear.

"Good thing I'm a man, yeah?"

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to tease me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Suguru

Younger guys never put up much of a fight. Too impatient to deal with your bullshit, too many years ahead of them to fight you on it. Frowns, huffs, the occasional smart comment broke them quicker than they could make you cum on fingers or tongue.

But Suguru? Suguru had patience he wielded in weaponised denial and a handful of years dangling over your head. Acting out with someone nearly twice your age should have been easier.

He should be tired, irritable. Too old to deal with your audacious eye rolls and bratty tongue. In seconds he should have you over his lap, or at the very least his desk. Stuffing you with his fingers, mouth, dick, making you beg for it — putting you in your place.

Only one of those came true over the week you put on your spoilt princess persona and donned your petty crown of attitude. Every snide remark only earned a low a hum, your huffs were returned with his smile, and when you attempted to rile him up with a slutty little skirt and three images to his phone; well, throwing you around was an option only in your imagination, it seemed.

He didn't toss you over the sofa, nor threw you over his shoulder. No, Suguru only smiled. Leaned back into his seat and watched with slithered eyes as you flushed down over his knee.

Your cunt thrummed against your damp panties, hovered over his black jeans with your hands trembled around the same skirt you attempted to drive him wild with. Pretty nails that he paid for clung tight on the fabric, tighter than the line your lips pressed into.

"You really haven't been good to me this week." His sigh came with a calloused thumb tracing down your thigh. You tensed and whimpered. If you gaped at him with those pitifully teary eyes, maybe he'd give in?

"Don't give me that look."

Nevermind. Violet solidified into a patient glare, even with the serene smile he displayed. "Where's my good princess gone? She still in there?"

He drummed atop your cunt and you whined. Wishing he'd go lower - wishing he'd touch you. He only instructed that you lifted your skirt higher and you did so with pouting lips.

"Sugu . . . "

Smack! "Don't wanna hear it right now baby." Your thigh heated under the sting and he withdrew his touch altogether. Greedy, infuriatingly calm eyes roved you entirely before he hummed.

"Tell me what you want."

"You . . ."

"Be specific, brat."

You whimpered when his tone dropped and fiddled with the skirt. You couldn't meet his steady stare. "Wanna. . . wanna grind on your knee. Want you to touch me, please Suguru?"

He breathed deep, another sigh before motioning aimlessly with his hand that laid outstretched together with his arm on the back of the sofa. "Go on then. Grind that pretty pussy down on me. Don't deserve it but, you're lucky you're pretty."

The invisible restraints shattered and you flushed into his knee. Whines broke from your throat as you slowly rocked down on the perch. The angle caught you clit just perfectly but you struggled to maintain it.

Still, you wanted to be good for him. Your throbbing, leaking cunt begged you to. So you reached out for his shirt to stabilise yourself and took up a rocking rhythm. The friction was all you could ask for after a week of denial.

"Hngh - Sugu —"

"There we go," he crooned, that gentle smile returning as he set a hand on your hips. He aided you with small glides, but still let you do all the work. Brats don't get what they want, after all. He leaned his head back onto his fist and drawled deeply. A sharp look returned as he glanced up at you beneath his lashes.

"If you want something, you ask for it. I'm not one of your boytoys."

© 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . no copying, translation or plagiarism authorised

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୨୧ — As you're reaching for Nanami's favorite coffee mug -the one you bought him as a joke that says "worlds hottest daddy"- you find yourself struggling with your new center of gravity…

At six months pregnant, your balance had shifted quite dramatically, your rounded belly making even the simple tasks challenging.

Standing on your tippy toes, you stretch as far as you can, Nanami's oversized shirt riding up perfectly to tease the swell of your stomach.

Your fingers wiggle around just barely grazing the handle... "Almost... got it." you mutter to yourself, straining just a little further.

That's when Nanami walks in.

He pauses in the doorway, his tired eyes instantly softening at the sight before him. Your hair tousled from sleep, legs bare, his shirt riding up exposing the curve of your belly where his daughter was growing. His lips curl up into a smile at the way your ass is sticking out and how hard you're trying to reach the cup, ignoring the doctors and his orders, but still…

"Don't move," he says, his voice soft and gentle, yet still authoritative. Your freeze, turning your head to find him pulling out his phone, a look of absolute adoration on his face, "just... stay exactly like that,"

"What are you doing?" You giggle, but you remain as he requested, watching as he snaps a photo, then another, and another.

"Preserving this moment," he says simply, crossing the kitchen toward you. Turning his phone, he shows you the screen, and... damn... you had no idea he was this good at taking photos. The picture shows your entire profile, your pregnant belly, the smile on your lips as you look over your shoulder at him, and how the morning sun gives the top of your head a makeshift halo. You look, good... radiant, even.

"You're beautiful, and this is how I see you every single day," Nanami whispers, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. 

Before you can respond, he steps behind you, one strong arm wrapping carefully around your waist, just beneath your pregnant belly. With surprising gentleness for such a powerful man, he lifts you slightly and places you at his side away from the counter.

"Kento!!" You squeal, giggling as he holds you to him, positioning himself in front of the shelf.

"Let me," he says with a smile, easily reaching up to grab the mug.

"I could've gotten it," you protest weakly, though you and him both knew you loved his attentiveness.

"I know you could," he agrees, giving you a squeeze so soft you almost missed it, "but why should you when I'm here? Taking care of you both is my favorite job."

You practically melt into him, "I ask myself everyday how I got so lucky... maybe we should send the bar we met at flowers and a thank you card."

He chuckles, "Perhaps we should... But I think I should get some lower shelves installed first. I don't want you struggling while I'm not here."

"I'm pregnant, Kento. Not an old granny."

"No, you're definitely not," how could he disagree when you were in fact much younger than he was... "Humor me though, please" He murmurs, pressing the sweetest kiss to your cheek.

"Fiiiine," you sigh dramatically, though you're fighting back a smile, "I suppose I can let my big strong husband take care of me..."

"That's my good girl," Nanami murmurs, his voice ever so gentle against your ear as he sets the mug down on the counter.

Without warning, his large hand slide down to rest on your thighs, and before you can even process what's happening, one strong arm slides beneath you, supporting you under your bottom and thighs.

"Hold onto me," he instructs softly, and you barely have time to wrap your arms around his neck before he's lifting you effortlessly off your feet in one smooth motion.

"Keeennnto!" you whine playfully, your face flushing at how easily he carries you despite the pregnancy.

"I've got you, my love." he says simply, a sweet kiss to your temple as he carries you the few steps to the kitchen table, "I've always got you."

He sets you down gently on the edge of the table, his hands lingering on your waist as he positions himself between your legs. This close, you can see the way his eyes have gone soft with pure adoration, the way they keep drifting down to your rounded belly.

"You're going to spoil me rotten," you whisper, your hands coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the wonderful beat of his heart beneath your palms, a feeling you’ll never grow tire of.

"Good," he replies without hesitation, one hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other spreads across your belly, "That's exactly what I intend to do. For the rest of our lives. Now-" he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, "let me make you breakfast while you sit there and look beautiful."

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