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cyberrmusee · 3 months ago

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hear me out- HEAR ME OUT- rivals satoru and suguru where they’ve been fighting each other over dumb shit since middle school and competing for better grades, whatever.

and one of them has a crush on you… so the other fucks you first. and sends pics/ maybe even is on call with the other??

this is evil i fear

- ⭐️

cw: m@ting press, mentions of bre3ding, dub con? sorta, phone s3x sorta?, m@sturbation, rivalry, bi suguboo and satoru :3

i hope this lives up to ur expectations at least a lil bit😭

satoru and suguru, had known each other forever, for as long as they could remember. They had also been competing for EVERYTHING as long as they could remember.

satoru had always been number one at everything he ever tried, sports, cooking, gaming, welding, hell anything you could think of, he’d tried it and mastered in no time. It would drive suguru up a wall.

But there was one thing satoru could never beat him at… charming a woman. Sure he could get one in bed easy, no problem, but when he actually liked a woman? oh he was fucked. That is to say, he practically had ZERO actual game, no matter his looks or status, especially since it was YOU.

Someone who wasn’t fascinated by his wealth, talent or status. The very reason he fell for you, the moment his status and wealth didn’t woo you, it was like something clicked in place for him, something chanted over and over in his mind "her, its her" and from the moment he AND his rival realized, he knew he was screwed.

Suguru however? oh this is his specialty. His natural flirtatious behavior and laid back demeanor, combined with all that damn smooth talking he does, he could have any woman within a ten mile radius, head over heels for him in 48 hours flat. He was just that good. It was the thing he prided himself most on, the one thing he could do, that his rival could not.

he’d caught sight of how satoru stared at you on campus, the yearning— longing in his gaze. the way his cheeks would tint pink whenever you walked past him without a care in the world, because to you, satoru wasn’t even on your radar.

it wasn’t until suguru noticed his white haired rival picking up on his moves, similar jokes, smirks and flirtation tactics— that he officially had set you in his sights. no way was he gonna get the girl with his fucking moves.

it started as just the usual, antagonistic, petty rivalry at first. he never planned to take it too far, just flirt with you enough to let his enemy know to fuck off with using what he deemed rightfully his. he didn’t even want you—though somewhere along the way he noticed the way your lashes fluttered when you spoke to him, the way your gloss sat on your lips and your shy smile when you listened to him and— holy shit the way your tits sat on your chest, just perfect. fuckin perfect.

it didn’t take long for you to give in to him and all his charms. not because you were easy, no but because he was too good at this, too charming, too laid back, too addictive. something about him had you craving every bit of his attention, affection and god his touch, you wanted him so bad, more than you’d care to admit out loud, your inner voice screamed at you “more more more more” until finally you caved and found yourself in your current situation.

he had you pent up beneath him, legs spread wide and slung over his shoulders, your body folded like a lawn chair in the meanest mating press he could manage, his hands on either side on your body as he slung his hips forward over and over and over. bed creaking under the sheer weight of both your bodies. wooden mast of the headboard banging against your bedroom walls. god, your poor neighbors.

his angry mushroomy tip hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed until now. your maw slacking open to whine out “s-sugu s’too much! can’t t-take it!” your head was spinning, your velvety walls hugging him tight, greedy cunt pulling him in deeper as you cunt wept around his shaft and he hissed at the bliss of pleasure. “you c-can take it pre-pretty girl—hah…fuck” his hair pulled out of his messy bun, raven locks swaying with the mass of his moving body, as he fucked you deeper deeper deeper with every thrust. “s’all wet like this f’me hm?” he grunted as he moved a hand to swipe at your puffy lips, covered in your own thick, clear arousal, bringing his fingers back up and stretching them apart to look at the glistening string of your essence between them before shoving the digits in his mouth, groaning as he savored your taste. “mmmm so fuckin’ good, pussy so sweet.”

you only crooned in response as his veins swept over every orifice of your gummy insides deliciously. tummy bulging slightly from the monstrous size of his weighted cock as he bullied the hilt of your cunt. eyes rolling back as that ball of heat built slowly in your lower tummy with every plap plap plap! of his hips against yours. “suguuu! m’gonna cummm!”you cried out as a thin sheen of sweat began to form on your skin, as the squelching noises of your greedy cunt, your moans and his grunts filled the room. through the haze of lust and sex in the room, your phone buzzes from your nightstand and had it not lit up, suguru would’ve missed it, but oh- oh, he could not miss the name that popped up on the screen.

“satoru 🩵”

he was calling and oh he had the biggest shit eating grin plastered on his face as he reached for the phone and put it up to his ear, between his shoulder and cheek, answering. "hey gorgeous was just calling to see if you maybe-" his rivals voice rasped out before he cut him off "she's busy." he grunted as his hips never slowed.

for a moment he sat in silence at the sound of sugurus voice, denial settling in his bones, but the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, whines and cries sounding off in the background— he had you, fuck, he actually had you, and sounding like that? satoru hated to admit it was making him unimaginably hard as he huffed through his nostrils on the other end of the line. “you fuckin’-”only to be cut off by suguru yet again, hissing at the way your pussy clenched around him, your orgasm on the horizon as you whimpered underneath him “hold on, gotta m-make her cum first, why don’t you just s-sit tight and enjoy the show?” he panted out as he tossed the phone back on the dresser leaving his rival to hear how he put you through the mattress from the other end of the line.

he yanked you down the bed, pulling you more onto his dick, every crevice of your poor cunt so filled with him you swore you were seeing stars and he was he in your lungs. his arms snaked around your waist as he tilted your lower half up and leaned his body forward just a tad more to find that reallll special spot inside, your mouth forming an “o�� shape as he hit it “ah there it is” he smirked as he pistoned his hips roughly, pulling sounds from you, you didn’t even know you could make.

satoru from the other end of the phone, would never admit to the way he yanked his pants and boxers down at the sound of your moans and cries. the way his cock pearled thick beads of shiny pre-cum at the tip just from hearing the way you sounded— so desperate, so pretty.

no he would never admit that he muted himself on the call and fisted his cock so pathetically and angrily as he listened to the one man he couldn’t stand most, fuck you silly, the way he should be. he’d never admit how he was picturing your body and— sugurus too? as his hips bucked up into his hand, pumping his cock, moaning and whining desperately as he tried to match the strokes suguru was giving you.

and god he’d never admit that he came so hard from listening to the sounds his rival made when he came, the grunts and moans that sent him over the edge as hot spurts of his seed spilled out of him and into his hand while sugurus spilled inside of you, because your greedy cunt wouldn’t let him pull out in time or so he claimed.

he didn’t need to admit it though, because while he may have thought he muted the call, he didn’t, and suguru couldn’t miss the faint grunts emanating from the other end of the phone as he picked it up right after finishing “you know, if you want a threesome, you should just ask.”and with that, he hung up.

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for like a month or two bc i forgot i wrote it i’m sooo sorry if it’s, terrible i did notttt proofread it😭

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cyberrmusee · 2 months ago

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apologize | ʚɞ toji fushiguro ʚɞ |

ʚɞ — contains: crazy!reader x manipulative!toji, toxic relationship, knives, mentions of bl00d, oral (f rec.), fingering, implied humping?, implied marathons, toji thinks sex solves every issue.

you’d always been a lover girl. everything you did was driven by that big ass, soft, stubborn heart of yours. there was never any moment where something you’d done wasn’t driven by love.

even now as you held your dear boyfriend, toji fushiguro, at the end of the sharpest blade you owned, even this was driven by love, right? at least to you anyways.

the cold metal pressed against his veiny throat while you interrogated him like an fbi agent, your pupils dilated wide with nothing but adoration for him.

you might’ve been a little crazy, but how could you not when he promised you everything your little heart desired? love, companionship, trust, understanding, loyalty. and god the fucking sex was mind blowing.

but then he disappeared on you for a week, no calls, no texts, nothing, for seven whole days your boyfriend was no where to be found. you’d blown his phone up and gotten nothing in return, so you spiraled into madness til he walked through the door a few moments ago and you were on him.

“you don’t love me anymore toji?” you pouted as you pressed the knife a little firmer to his throat. he strained against you. though in reality he could flip the situation, but honestly, this was turning him on.

“course i do doll, you know that” he choked out, his voice hoarse. your eyes darted over his face as you looked up at him, searching for truth in his eyes.

“no you don’t” you said with a deep frown as you pressed the knife a little firmer to his neck, a small cut forming. “you went off the grid for a week” you whined.

“what’d i do toj’? i’m always such a good girl to you, why don’t you love me?” you pouted as you pressed the knife further into him, drawing blood, watching it trickle down his muscular neck.

toji was getting unfathomably hard. you were fucking psychotic and he adored every bit of it. his pupils were blown wide with lust and he had that stupid fucking smirk on his face.

“i do love you baby girl, promise.” his voice was rich, thick and sweet, like honey and molasses. the same tone he always had when he was about to fuck you silly.

you huffed at his words, full of shit he was, at least to you in this moment “no you don’t… you fuckin left me here by my fuckin self for a week!” you were yelling now, and he was grinning, a wide shit eating grin.

the slow trail of blood down his neck was nothing to him, he couldn’t even feel it. but what he could feel? was how fucking hard you were making him. he loved seeing you all riled up, all upset in his name, cause you loved him so damn much.

sure, it was definitely toxic, but it was so enthralling, so addictive, so.. enticing.he couldn’t help himself. his hands flew to your waist and his verdant irises were on you, swirling with so much lust and admiration.

“let me apologize mama” he said. voice all low and gravelly, filled with sincerity, and something else you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“just drop the knife for me pretty girl, i’ll fix it all, promise” you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. yeah you were fucking furious with him, hurt as hell too, but you did miss him, a lot.

“fine.” you sighed out dropping the blade. his eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and it all happened so fast. you could’ve swore he was on you before the knife even hit the floor.

you were on the couch, no shirt, no panties, no sanity either, and he was in between your legs looking at your pussy like it was the worlds most expensive diamond and he was a jewel thief.

“fuck i missed you so much.” he breathed out as he kissed your inner thighs. you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or your cunt.

you opened your mouth, set on responding to him but the words died on your tongue when he flicked his on your clit, pulling a gasp from you.

he worked you over in a way you’d never felt him do before. this was different, really different. it was like he was glued to your pussy. his strong arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place as he feasted on you like he’d never tasted you before.

you line of vision blurred the different hues of the living room together as you reached for his hair, tugging on it to get him to ease up.

“b-babe wait fuh-fuck.. t-too muchh mmf!” your breaths came in short pants. your head was spinning and the sounds that left you were next to screams.

his tongue swirled around your bud like a mad man, it was quick and precise, pulling you to the edge of your orgasm while he grunted into your core, rutting his hips into the couch like the desperate man he was.

“let me apologize properly mama” was all he grumbled into your folds as he probed one of his thick, muscular fingers into your hole, working it bsck and forth, his scarred lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves while he sucked on it like a lollipop.

you could’ve swore you saw stars, the way your back arched off the couch, legs locking around his head, and your moans transitioning into high pitched, breathy whines, and just like that, that ball of heat in your stomach snapped.

your juices were all over his face, chin, lips, and cheeks. the couch cushion was soaked and the opening of his shirt too as your poor legs trembled, releasing his head, while you made the attempt to catch your breath.

he pulled his head from between your thighs and smiled up at you lazily, his face glistening with you all over it. “i’m sorry baby, i’ll communicate more next time” he said soft and sincere.

you rolled your eyes at him, finally catching your breath as you pushed yourself to a sitting position on the couch as you flicked your eyes away from his. “whatever, i forgive you, i guess” you muttered stubbornly.

he raised a brow at you, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he rose up to his knees, beginning to unbuckle his pants. your eyes flicked to the motion and up to his face.

“toji.. what the fuck are you doing?” your voice was laced with confusion and suspicion. he only chuckled as he worked his pants down.

“about to earn your forgiveness, even if it takes me all night.” he mused with a smile that bordered on sinful.

“now lay back and spread those pretty thighs for me ma, let me earn it” he spoke as his snatched off his boxers.

and yes, he kept you there all. fucking. night.

a/n: made this for my moots ten desires event! @merakidoll thank u for letting me participate boo bear! <3 mwah!!

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cyberrmusee · 5 months ago

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currently thinkin bout

stoic!kuna x bubbly!blackgf

you didn’t understand a lot of things. physics, chemistry, math, in any form, god math.. you hated that stupid fucking subject. but more than anything, what vexed you most on the planet, was your boyfriend, sukuna.

he was so cold and stoic, you never really saw him display any form of emotion other than straight up dissatisfaction. other than when he was absolutely fucking your brains out, which he currently was.

you were in the meanest mating press, your knees nearly pressed against the pillow behind your head as he brought the full weight of his body down every time he thrusted forward. the bed shook viciously, headboard banging against the wall. “ah- ah! k-kuna!”

he grunted in response, his nails digging in your hips from how tight his grip was, he was staring at how his cock slid in and out you, soaked with your juices as his hips smacked against yours, back and forth—plap plap plap!

“shit so—hah-fuckin good mama.” he growled as he worked his hips forward. every time he fucked you it felt like losing your virginity all over again. he split you open so good, it was white hot pain but deep intense pleasure.

your boyfriend couldn’t get enough of you, like— ever. he wasn’t the best at showing you how much he loved or cared for you, displays of affection just weren’t really his thing, but when he was balls deep inside of you? god call him a fuckin romantic—

“so fuckin—ah shit— wet…all f’me hm ma?” he growled as he held you in place and drilled your hole. you swore you could feel your life essence slipping from you. “y-yes.. s’fuh you kuna.. all yours..—ngh- s’yours baby”

he could’ve nearly came on the spot at the way you sounded so desperate to please him with your words and cunt as it fluttered and spasmed around his cock. his head was high in the clouds.

“fuckin love this pussy—fuck— fuckin love you.” he muttered, completely pussy drunk from the way your spongey walls gripped and swallowed him. your eyes shot to his face, and he was already looking at you.

wait what?

he could see the shock on your face and he smirked as he leaned his body in real close, his face right in front of yours, his hips still slotting back and forth as he looked down at you.

“s’right gorgeous. i love you.” he breathed softly before kissing you deeply, his hips snapping against yours with vigor. you mewled into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer as he swallowed every sound you made before he pulled away.

he looked at you and you could’ve swore you saw hearts in his eyes, a heat flushing in your chest and abdomen. “i- i love you too kuna” you whined as your eyes started to roll back.

he wouldn’t outright admit it at least not yet, but he loved you more than anything on earth or any realm. so much so that—

“marry me mama” he blurted out, he wanted to propose properly, take you out in a nice dinner date and surprise you but, he couldn’t keep waiting, he loved you now, wanted you to be his wife now.

you were stunned into silence,you couldn’t tell if it was how deep his cock was hitting as it repeatedly bullied your cervix or the fact your boyfriend, of nearly two years, just asked you to be his wife.

“want—oh fuck.. want you to have my babies ma” he breathed out in a.. whine? your big, brooding boyfriend who never so much as flinched at anything? is whining, asking you to be his wife and carry his children as he railed you?

how could you deny him? especially since he sounded so pretty whining and begging to be your husband and you were mere milliseconds from having quite possibly the best orgasm he’s ever given you.

you cunt clamped his dick, your orgasm tearing through you, as tears began to prick the corners of your eyes and fall “yes.. yesyesyes kuna’ yes!” you whined as your juices flowed out of you covering the sheets and his cock and balls triggering his own orgasm.

his hips faltered as he slammed into you once last time groaning as he pressed your bodies together “gonna make you the prettiest mama n’ wife ohmygoddd fuck” his cum rocketing out of him like a pressure washer into your cunt, his cock pushing deeper to ensure all of his seed made it deep into your womb.

he wasn’t the best with showing affection all the time, but his actions..these actions?

maybe your boyfriend fiancé and future husband was starting to make sense after all.

a/n: i’m on my cycle and i’m craving a family with his insane ass, that’s actually so normal, i’m normal. 🙂

happy v-day hornies! <3

-love cyber

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cyberrmusee · 2 months ago

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part two to this ;)

contains: jealous jjk men, ino is a crash out lowk, sukuna being… himself, oblivious reader, this is def crack pt 2 LMAO

pairings : sukuna x reader, toji x reader, ino x reader

#cybersmind #cyberrmuse #jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk x black reader #jjk x black!fem reader #jjk x chubby reader #jjk x plus size reader #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #ino x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x black fem reader #ino x black reader #toji x black y/n #jjk sukuna #jjk toji #jjk ino #jjk headcanons

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cyberrmusee · 4 months ago

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the biggest and BEST munch! | jjk ver. PT ONE |

basically my head canons on who eats coochie and who does it best lolz! if you agree then yay! if you don’t?? idk bye? anyways, enjoy hornies!

Satoru Gojo- 11/10 KING OF THE MUNCHES!

This man… eating pussy is his favorite activity, and i don’t mean sexual activity. i mean GENERAL activity. That’s what he views it as, he does it for SPORT. This is all for his enjoyment, because HE wants the taste of YOU on his tongue.

You just got home from work? thank god! he’s been so bored all day, time to put his mouth to good use! You’re arguing? Now he’s salivating, thinking about you shutting him up with a mouth full of pussy. Don’t even get me started on when he’s stressed out.

Whatever plans you have? cancel em. Prepare yourself, you’ll need a lot of fluids after he’s done with you. He’ll come home, pissed after a long day, and before he can even fully get his shoes and jacket off, he’s pounced on you.

He just can’t fucking help himself, he needs to taste you, to feel you squirm in his grasp and tug at his messy locks. It’s the only thing that can calm him down after the days he’s had. Your taste, how insanely wet you get for him.. he thinks he’s in fucking heaven. He needs to feel every drop of your cum on his tongue and going down his throat, because he’s definitely not wasting any of it.

Holding you down while you have your nth orgasm in the short twenty minutes he’s been home. He’s eating you like a man starved, while whispering to you how much he needed this— “mmm fuck— needed this shit so bad” is all he keeps repeating as he practically gets himself pussy drunk from the way you taste.

Kento Nanami- 10/10 CONNOISSEUR OF CUNT TASTIN’

It’s his favorite way to make you happy, and god does he

love to see you happy. You’re his everything, and all that he does, is for you. How hard he works, the money he makes, cooking dinner. All for his love.

So when he realized you loveddddd having your pussy ate, he learned every technique he possibly could. Anything to please the woman he loved most.

He would even make it so intimate and sweet, kissing down your body, whispering sweet nothings to you, promises of how he’s gonna make you feel so good. your mouth was watering.

pushing your legs apart gently, kissing your inner thighs and oh god— your favorite part, the way he’d hold your hands so firm but gentle on either side of your thighs, while he worked his mouth on you in the sloppiest ways he could.

talking you through it so sweetly while eliciting the most beautiful sounds from your pretty mouth “s’okay baby.. m’gonna get you all the way there, yeah? feelin good my love?” his jaw slackening on repeat as he languidly lapped at your needy cunt until you were whining out soft cries of how you were cumming for him, his favorite sound to hear from his pretty lady. After all, he made himself an expert at this, just for you.

Suguru Geto- 9/10 THE MEAN MUNCH

Oh he was so mean when he ate you out, he’d have you folded in half like a lawn chair, your lower half of your body tilted up and your own knees near your face as he tongue fucked you, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your legs stretching, muscles burning and aching but you were so wet and he was eating you so good you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the pain, too focused on the pleasure.

He always ate you out like you did something wrong (most times you did). like you owed him your pussy and by god was he gonna fucking take what was owed to him.

Growling and grunting as he swirled his tongue in circles of your bundles of nerves, gripping at the plush meat of your thighs and ass. slapping it every time you dared to scoot back or try and run from him.

“stop fuckin movin slut. this is what you wanted right? stay the fuck still and let me eat.” was all he growled out before he wrapped his arms tightly around your thighs and yanked your cunt more into his mouth. he had always been an aggressive one.

he’d nip at your clit every so often just to hear you yelp and whimper. roughly tongue fucking you through three- four- five- orgasms. by now you were sure your soul had left your body and you were going to see if god was real or not, but like he said, you wanted this right?

Choso Kamo- 8/10 THE HYPNOTIZED MUNCH

Choso loves eating out, the way you taste, you’re so sweet on his taste buds. You’re his favorite type of candy, most people have a hankering for sweets, but no, he has a hankering for you, your taste was hypnotizing, he’d get lost in your sweet little cunt.

He couldn’t ever help himself, he just needed you to cum on his tongue on repeat, he needed that taste only YOU could give him. So lost in your pussy, he doesn’t hear you crying out for him.

Your body writhing and convulsing in pleasure and overstimulating pain your eyes so far back in your head, they could get stuck that way. Your hands tangled in his raven locks, yanking at them, which only added to his pleasure. “Ch-cho! i can’t give you anym-more!” no response.

You swore if you looked close enough you could see hearts and swirls in his eyes as he eyed your poor little pussy, his tongue flicking over your bundle of nerves while he maintained his death grip on your thighs, spreading you further.

“More baby.. jus’ a lil bit more.. please.. you taste so good” was the only thing he said in between suckling on your clit and dipping his tongue in your hole, his face sticky and wet with your juices, exactly how he liked it. So lost in your cunt, so pussy drunk, so.. hypnotized by your taste, he couldn’t even focus on the fact he painted his boxers white.. twice.

A/N: sorry i’ve been gone so long, work has FRIEDDDD my brain 😭 also yes, PT TWO coming soon!!

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cyberrmusee · 3 months ago

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the biggest and BEST munch! | jjk. Ver PART TWO |

second and final part of my head canons on who eats coochie and who does it BEST. as always if you like it, yay! if not.. erm? okay 😭 anyways enjoyyyy!

PART ONE

Toji Fushiguro- 9/10 THE SLOPPY EATER

One thing about Toji, was he LOVEDDDDD to make fuckin mess. He loved when a mess was made in general. He loved the way your pretty little pussy slobbered on his wide dick as he put you through the mattress. the way you gagged and spat on it when you nearly sucked his skin off giving him head, but GOD, nothing compared to the most beautiful mess of all when he was eating you out to his hearts content.

drabbles of spit flowing over your flowered lips, sticky sticky sticky arousal of your pretty cunt oozing out of you as he sucked your clit like his favorite lollipop. he loved the way it got so filthy, he loved the mess, the way your pretty juices clung to his lips and chin, drip drip dripping! down to splat! on the sheets in a lil puddle beneath him.

it was favorite sight, oh especially after he’d filled you to the brim with his thick, hot seed. he’d suck in every drop of his and your combined fluids he could get in his greedy maw and-

TUAH!

right back on your pretty pussy. he was filthy, disgusting even, but you were worse, moaning at the way he spat on your cunt before he licked and swallowed it all, dipping his tongue in your hole, curling it to pull out more of you and his essence and spitting it on you clit before suckling it right off again until you came for him for the nth time. “fuckin slutty pussy ma, lettin’ me make a mess outta it” he murmured as he dived in your aching core on repeat until spots of white clouded your vision.

Ryomen Sukuna- 8/10 THE ROUGH RIDERRRR

The king of curses wasn’t big on eating you out, not that he didn’t mind it no, he just preferred that look on your face when he was feeding your cunt both his massive vein ridden shafts. that was his favorite thing ever.

but when he DID decide to satiate your filthy carnal desires, he did it his way. he wanted to see you squirm, gasp, writhe in pain and pleasure. it was the only way it would be to his satisfaction.

he’d have you hovering over his lower torso, two of his four massive arms holding your hips with ease, the remaining two, rested behind his head, his stomach mouth gaping and that fat fucking tongue would plap! out, so large and dripping with saliva, running down his torso to his v-line and that pale pink happy trail.

pushing your hips down so your bare pussy meets the flat surface of his tongue protruding from the mouth in his torso “work for it, brat. move those fuckin hips” he’d growl out as he’d forcefully rut you back and forth along his tongue. he could taste you in his main mouth, how sweet you were and— maybe he liked this more than he’d led on.

the way you rutted your hips on instinct, chasing your high like a bitch in heat— your throbbing bundle of nerves brushing back and forth and back and forth against his taste buds. you thought you were seeing stars.

but oh. oh. the way your pretty lil cunt wept into his mouth, slobbering, trying to drown the king, in his own words “damn brat, trying tuh drown me with y’er cunt huh? s’called mutiny slut, disrespectin me this way .” and he’d yank you off only to shove every deliciously painful inch of the wet muscle right into your little hole, stretching you so wide on it, that you were sure your vision had blotches of black dots in it.

“fuckin ride it, pathetic woman. til i say stop.” it was a rough command as he pushed your hips down til his tongue touched your cervix and flicked right there, the nastiest smirk creeping onto his face as he watched you writhe snd whimper, god, he was so mean, but you loved it. it was punishment and reward all at the same time, no wonder he didn’t do this too often.

Hiromi Higurama- 10/10 THE NOSE KNOWSSS

Hiromi was a simple man, but he loved the complexities of his lady, especially when it came to sex, mainly oral. He loved the way you’d buck your hips up while his tongue ran along the inner workings of your velvet walls. Trying to get his nose the rub more firmly at your clit, though you’d never out right tell him that’s what you liked.

He loved to use his nose on you thiugh, he’d read you like a book in no time and figured out that’s what made you cum the hardest, and the quickest. he found it a little amusing, but then again you always did have a thing for his nose. it was the first compliment you ever gave him. telling him how pretty you thought his nose was. how well it fit his face.

but never did you imagine your sweet sweet husband to say “ride my nose” huh? you looked at him like he was nuts as you sat naked on his lap “romi i don’t think-” he smiled cheekily “c’mon sweet girl, let me show you what i mean.” grabbing you as he laid back, and crushing your full weight down on to his face as he tongue teased your entrance with the pink muscle, his hands pushing your hips forward to— oh.. that’s what he meant.

the way his nose rubbed at your clit while he fucked his tongue in and out in and out in and out—, sent a shiver up your spine, you followed his movements and rocked your hips, desperate to feel his nose stimulating your aching bud, while your sweet sap coated his tongue.

this.. this is what he wanted, what he loved, the complexities of his woman, riding his nose, and getting off on it, sounding so pretty for him as your eyes rolled back, rutting your hips faster as he muffled from your cunt “you wanted this mmf— for a while hm sweet girl?”.

Shiu Kong- 8/10 THE GENTLEMAN

Shiu has always been into some shady shit, things he’d never tell you about, he led a rather.. unsafe life. but when he was around his lady? oh you can bet your ass that shit went right out the window.

no way in hell was he acting anything LESS than the best gentleman the worlds ever seen in front of you. only the best for the only woman that loved him and fucked him, harder than anyone else ever could.

he couldn’t help but be soft and gentlemanly around you, opening doors for you, pushing and pulling your seats out at restaurants, making sure you had the proper orgasms to put you to a deep sleep, so he could go out and handle business.

whattt? he was a gentleman, but he was still into some shady shit, so yeah he’d give you orgasms like fucking nyquil to put you out for the night.

he always gave you the type of orgasms that washed over you like a warm blanket or a nice warm towel. something that made you want to curl up like a baby bear and drift off into a deep peaceful sleep.

your legs would be locked around his head, while his arms held your lower half up closer to his face and he languidly licked at your sensitive nub, tongue swirling and flicking so so slow, drawing out your pleasure. talking you through each slurp and lick and kiss he gave your pretty little flower. “like that baby girl?” SLUUURRRP “s’it feeling good hm?” FLICK! “c’mon beautiful, let me hear those pretty noises” MWAH

letting it build and build. upppp and up up up, til you were sighing out the most pretty sounds for him while your body tensed, and his tongue got that pristine coating of you that he just loved and not even five minutes later were you out like a light, softy breaths heard from the pillow while he cleaned you up, kissed you goodnight and slipped out of the house. after all he was a very busy man.

a/n: i see my future ( w/ higurama) AND IT IS BRIGHTTTTT.

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cyberrmusee · 3 months ago

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sex, money, feelings, die | ᝰ.ᐟ ryomen sukuna ᝰ.ᐟ |

ᝰ.ᐟ — contains: modern times w/ true form sukuna, manipulative!reader, toxic!reader? (a lil bit i think), sukuna has some misogynistic ideologies, dual penetration, oral (f. rec), kuna’s tummy mouth, thigh slapping, slight degradation?, broken furniture.

you were truly something to behold, at least in the curse kings eyes. he’d never in all his years, met a woman like you.

you just didn’t… care, about much of anything.

your nonchalance left him astounded on multiple occasions. broken promises, forgotten dates, false hope— wasn’t shit to you.

you did, said, walked, talked and wore what you want at all times, never sweating under any pressure, no matter the situation, and by the gods was that fucking hot to him.

though he never pictured himself where he was now. never pictured himself being this upset when a woman didn’t want him, yet here he was.

“brat.” he said as more of a question than a statement. he stood over the back of your couch, watching you. you had been scrolling on your phone on some stupid app before you sighed deeply and answered, not even bothering to fully acknowledge his presence. “yes ryomen?” you said unenthusiastically.

he scowled at lack of expression and how you just subtly defied him in small ways like this, not looking at him, addressing him by his first name, defying him in ways that he thought would make him sound crazy for pointing out.

normally, he’d have your head as a souvenir for this, but he couldn’t deny that to him, it was part of your charm. besides this wasn’t the heian era and he needed to get used to women having their own mind and speaking as they wish, even if he thought it was insane.

“why do you insist on not letting me court you properly” he huffed out, trying to sound stern, but sounding more like a child on the verge of a tantrum.

you rolled your eyes and sighed “not this shit again” he furrowed his brows as he rounded the couch and stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, the other two folded across his chest as he glared down at you.

if looks could kill, you’d have died over a thousand times by now with the way he always gave you this specific look. “because ryomen, i don’t date, i don’t want to. i don’t do the whole love thing.” you waved your hand for extra emphasis.

“and neither do you, so why won’t you let this go?” you said as you finally drug your gaze up to meet his. bored. that was the expression on your face.

his blood boiled. there you were again with that fucking face, the look of disinterest as if a king stood not before you, like he was a mere mortal man. he hated that fucking look. it drove him nuts.

this was his shtick, the thing he did to women, the whole nonchalant, cold, only sex thing that got women hung up on him. how the hell could the tables have turned this quickly? how could he have let them? for fucks sake.

“damned brat, you don’t know what i desire!” he barked out as his voice rose. ah there it was, that temper, your favorite part of him. you only smirked as you stood up in front of him. your height paling in comparison to his staggering, nearly seven foot frame.

craning your neck up towards him with the biggest shit eating grin. eyes glinting with something more than just mischief. “you only want what you can’t have ryomen.” you said teasingly. “and i bet it’s fucking with your head isn’t it?” you snickered out.

you were right, and that pissed him off all the fucking more. his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared as he snapped.

it was swift really, the way one of his hands wrapped around your neck, two on your hips and one yanking your head back as he lifted you in the air to meet his eye level.

“heed those fucking words, brat, i won’t take such insolent disrespect from this foul mouth of yours.” he gritted out through his teeth. you only smiled as you peered into his eyes with your own.

“oh, but i’ll take you, i always do, all of you, and in your words, i “take them so fucking good” don’t i, my lord?” your tone laced with mockery, while using the correct term of respect, in such a disrespectful tone as his dark red irises burned into yours.

fuck he was solid like a rock. he hated you for it. he hates that this upsets and turns him on so much. you were nothing but a smart mouthed little cunt. one he couldn’t shake off for the life of him. with your “it doesn’t matter” attitude.

“fucking stubborn little bitch.” those were his last words before he tore (and yes i actually mean tore,) your clothes off of you with all four hands, walking you back into a wall before he slammed you against it, working his own sweats and boxers down.

two of his hand spread your legs wide as he looked at your cunt, already glistening with clear arousal. “you find this arousing? you damned brat?” he growled.

you opened your mouth to form a witty reply but the words fell dead on your tongue as he pressed his torso to your cunt, letting his stomach mouth go to work on the needy thing. lapping at your clit and slurping your juices like it hadn’t been fed in ages.

he watched your eyes flutter and jaw drop as you gasped and stuttered. “not so much to say now, huh?” he leered at you. “i- i- mmf! fuck ryom-” WHACK! a loud smack to your thigh. hard enough to leave a handprint even. “shut the fuck up and cum” he instructed roughly.

you whined and after a few more treacherous licks to your swollen bud, you gushed on the tongue of his stomach mouth. legs trembling violently as your body tensed with the force of your orgasm.

but oh, he wasn’t done there. before you could recover, he was swabbing both cocks in your essence, using it as lube before he filled both of your holes to the brim with them in a harsh upward thrust.

you yelped and he only slapped your thigh again in the same spot “i said shut the fuck up. you can take it. you always do, remember?” he grunted as he moved his hips.

as many times as you’ve fucked him, you’d still never gotten used to the feeling of him splitting you completely open on both his dicks.

you could’ve swore you saw stars blotch in your vision, you couldn’t even moan properly, just choking out gasps of air as you reached for his forearms, shoulders, for anything that would ground you.

only for him to slap your thigh yet again and use a free hand and pin your wrists on the wall above your head. “don’t fucking touch me. you’re gonna take whatever i give you, til i’m finished, brat”

and god did he mean every word he said. by the time he was finally through with you, the sun had long gone down and he’d thoroughly fucked you into every surface of your apartment.

a leg of your couch was broken, there was a dent in your living room wall, a piece of the kitchen counter broken and missing and your poor headboard was in half.

you’d gotten what you wanted and then some, but yet, ryomen was still unsatisfied, he hasn’t gotten what he wanted yet.

it was quiet as he cleaned the house, while you laid in bed trying to recover before he carefully cleaned you up and began aftercare. just pure silence until—

“allow me to court you properly now” he said gruffly. you were almost too fucked out to tell him no, he’d never fucked you like this before, but the keyword was almost. “absolutely not.” you said barely above a firm whisper.

he couldn’t believe his fucking ears, no? again? at this point he just grunted and scoffed out a laugh, you couldn’t resist him forever “damn brat.”

now, you actually liked ryomen, but you couldn’t let him know that and have the upper hand. his ego was already swollen enough with him being a literal king.

pair that with his misogynistic tendencies and lack of empathy and it made it so much easier to watch him suffer and writhe in all his anger at the hands of his own tactics used against him.

was it manipulative? oh. as fuck. but every time this topic arose, it got you fucked hard and pampered harder afterwards. so it’s safe to say you were gonna let this go on for a little while longer until you told him the truth.

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cyberrmusee · 5 months ago

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| I hope nobody catch us

(but i kinda hope they catch us) |

contents: professor!nanami, virgin!reader, chubby!reader, nerdy!reader fem!reader, age gap (reader is in their early twenties, nanami is in his early thirties), pet names (darlin’, doll, pretty girl, sweetheart) oral (f receiving), p in v, size kink!, softdom!nanami.

synopsis:Kento has always been fond of his students, but his naive, innocent, star student? Drove him nuts in ways he couldn't explain. The need to corrupt the young, pretty, straight-A thing, was his only thought.

A/N: thank you SOOOO so much for over 100 followers and all the love on my last post!! (this is not proofread so i apologize in advance LOL) pls enjoy!

"Alright everyone." Nanami started, voice rumbling deep, grabbing his students attention right at the very end of his class.

"Next class.... we'll start going over Kantianism. So everyone please, do tonight's pre-reading," His eyes drifted over each students face until his emerald and hazel eyes landed on you.

Your sweet and innocent focus on his words made his cock twitch. Hanging on to every word from his thick, pink lips— snap the fuck out of it kento

His eyes lingered on you for a moment as you flashed him a polite smile, waiting for him to continue on with the “homework” he was in the middle of assigning.

He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from you, no matter how much he desired to gawk at you as if you were the mona lisa freshly painted. “Its only twenty pages.. you all should be able to handle that.. right?”

And again his eyes were back to you, as the rest of your peers let out collective sighs and groans. You nodded your head eagerly, the biggest, most dorkiest albeit adorable smile on your face.

Admittedly, for whatever reason, Your Ethics and Morality class, was your favorite one. You loved the way any and all information you learned in the class challenged your brain, and you loved to think and see problems from any and every angle possible.

And there was also the fact that your Moral Philosophy professor was fuckin smokin-

Nanami couldn’t help the faint smile that flickered at the corner of his mouth when he saw how eagerly you nodded your little head. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but you were his favorite student not to mention, star pupil and dream fuck—

He looked over the class once more with a faint chuckle and nod before speaking again. “Alright then everyone, class dismissed. Enjoy your weekend.”

With that the entire class began to pack up and file out, before Nanami remembered he’d be posting their test scores from last weeks exam . “Ah also, grades for your most recent exam, will be posted this evening.”

a few sighs of relief were heard from some as they exited, while others face palmed and groaned at the thought of seeing their grade.

You however, were elegantly and quietly packing your class materials away into your little earthy shoulder bag. Standing from your seat as you finished and rounded the table to head toward the exit, pulling the bag over your shoulder.

The long patterned skirt you wore, hugged your hips. Little bits of chub spilling out over the top, just enough to make Nanami’s mouth salivate.

Your form fitted shirt clung to your curves and hugged your chest. Breasts overflowing out of the shirt just enough to make your cleavage the main appetizer of the meal that was you.

your skirt flowed within the air conditioned breeze inside the classroom as you walked, hips swaying and a small mindless smile across your face as you did so. blissfully unaware of the raging hard on you were giving Nanami.

He had already been watching you, sitting at his desk, leaned back in his chair. You were always the last person to leave from his class, but he didn’t mind, the longer you stayed, the more fuel it gave him to imagine shoving his cock right into your little hole and ruining you for any other man.

He knew he probably shouldn’t, it felt wrong, he was your professor, and ten years your senior. It went against everything he knew within the world of ethics.

But god, he needed you wrapped around him, he needed to feel your walls squeeze his cock and milk him til his balls shriveled up from how empty they were.

You were the only thing he was willing to break his moral code for.

Mindlessly you waltzed past his desk “Have a good weekend, Professor Nanami, see you on monday” your voice was like honey and lilacs, so soft and sweet but also rich and deep, he throbbed in his boxers and sat up before clearing his throat to speak.

“Would you like to help me grade your classmates exams?” He sputtered out voice strained, sounding like a nervous teenage boy.

You whipped your head around to face him, a small smile creeping onto your pretty features. “Again?” you questioned, a small chuckle following behind your words.

It was no secret that you were sort of his undefined teachers assistant. after all, you did have the highest grade throughout his entire student chart. 102.3%, most students left his class with an 83% on average. Last week you helped him grade another classes exams as well.

He smiled a little sheepishly after hearing you speak, though your tone was laced with amusement, he felt a twinge of guilt.

He always asked you for some form of help, but he couldn’t help it, it was the only way he could be with you alone to admire and ogle you the way he wanted.

“Yes, again.” he chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners as he confirmed your word. “Won’t hold you too long, yeah? swing by my office tonight and we’ll get through it together” he smiled reassuringly as if you weren’t already gonna say yes.

You had no plans this weekend (or any other) other than to write, masturbate or play a few games on your PC, the usual. “alright, is seven okay?” you asked, voice a bit softer than usual as you offered him a small smile.

he hummed and looked at the expensive watch on his wrist before nodding and drifting his gaze back over to you, drinking your body in again. “perfect, i’ll see you then.” he said firmly, a smirk tugging at his lips.

you nodded, your small smile turning into a much larger, toothier one, excitement brimming in your veins at the prospect of grading papers with your favorite professor again. “see you tonight professor” and with that you were out of his sight.

the door to his office was cracked when you showed up to it, punctual as ever. typical behavior for you. you’d decided on dressing a little more comfortable, some cute, fluffy little pajama shorts, a long sleeved shirt with lace just at the hem of the fabric, and the cutest little fuzzy slippers to match.

you held your bag over your shoulder and rubbed your lip balm covered lips together as you knocked on his office door before peeking your head in.

“hi professor” you said cheerily as your head popped into his office. he was sitting as his desk, first few buttons on his shirt undone, pen tipping back and forth between his middle and ring finger and tie partially unraveled as his eyes bore into the stack of papers on his desk.

his hard gaze, once focused on the papers in front of him, shot up to you and immediately it softened at the sight of your face.

“hi, c’mon in, glad you could make it.” he said rolling back in his chair, pushing away from his desk. you opened the door fully, stepping in and shutting it behind you, revealing your little outfit and his eyes nearly left their sockets.

his throat went dry and his cock started to harden in his khaki slacks. you looked so sweet and innocent in your little outfit. his mind began to run rampant, fantasizing about all the ways he could rip you out of it as his eyes traveled over you figure.

“i’m happy to help you Professor Nanami” you mused sweetly as you took a seat opposite of him in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other.

you noted his lustful gaze and the way his eyes raked over you, and your mind started to swirl a bit.

You were innocent, at least in the way that society had painted you. No one knew about how curious and insatiable you were.

How you dreamt about your professor rearranging your guts and walls to the shape of his cock, nightly. How you fantasized about him being the one to touch you, while you touched yourself. How badly you wanted to hear him whisper how good you were taking him while he corrupted you.

You wanted him to do so, badly.

“Kento.” he corrected in a soft but firm tone. “Huh?”

He chuckled a bit “Call me Kento, or Ken.” he replied as he lazily drug his eyes over your body from across his desk.

“Kento” you repeated out loud, more to yourself than to him. He smirked, good, now he just needed to hear you moan it next—

He knew feeling like this about you, fantasizing like this about you, went against everything he stood for. His moral code, his ethical one.

But fuck he just could not help himself. There was something so sweet, so pure about your very being, that just drove him to the edge in the best way possible.

He cleared his throat and grabbed the stack of exams dividing it in half to split amongst the two of you. “Need a pen doll?” he asked with a raised brow, offering you the one between his fingers.

“Oh, um.. yes please” you smiled softly, pulling your mind out of the gutter as you grabbed it softly.

Your finger tips brushed against his and you swore you felt something deep in your soul ignite, it crackled and sizzled and it started to burn. Nanami felt that same feeling, it went straight to his groin.

you weren’t quite sure how you got here. sat on top of your professors desk with your shorts and underwear off, legs spread wide open with him on his knees in front of you, kissing your inner thighs.

maybe it was somewhere between the lighthearted jokes and prolonged eye contact, or the repeated subtle brushing of finger tips when you’d ask him if you graded a test correctly, showing it to him for reassurance, regardless both you and his dreams were coming true.

you looked down at him, eyes half lidded and low as he kissed closer and closer to your cunt, his glasses pushed up as far they’d go on his beautiful, broad nose. you were soaked, Nanami ran a finger between your puffy lips, coating it with your slick “pretty lil things all wet just f’me huh?”

you whined at the feeling, your body jerking just a bit against his finger, desperate for more, for anything. “ken, d-don’t tease me, p-please” you pleaded as you rolled your hips against his thick appendage.

you’d never done any of this before, you’d never even gotten past a singular kiss or first date with anyone before. sure you’ve tried fingering yourself, but it just didn’t feel right when you did it, maybe you didn’t know what you were doing, so you always stuck to good old fashioned clit rubbing.

a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, vibrating up your thighs as he kissed them, closer and closer til his face was right in front of your core, glistening and hot, he was close enough he could feel the heat from it warming his face.

“alright baby, won’t tease ya no more” his words were a promise. he licked a long stripe up your cunt, right between your sticky folds, eliciting the prettiest little whimpers from you.

he savored the taste of your slick on his tongue, thinking it was the sweetest little pussy he’s ever licked on “pussy so sweet pretty girl, tryin’ to get me addicted huh?”

immediately he dived in, his big muscular arms snaking around your thighs to hold you open, making you lean your body back and placing your hands on his desk to keep yourself as steady as possible, his lips latched on to your clit and he started to suck and lick on it like a man starved.

all the intense stimulation had your brain going haywire, unintentionally trying to shut your legs around his head “nghh— k-ken i— ohh m’god” he only hummed in approval.

he lapped at your cunt like you owed him something and this was his way of taking back from you, what was owed. like you’d stolen something and by god, was he going to get it back. he yanked you closer and pushed his head deeper as his tongue worked your clit into overdrive, you thought you’d physically explode from the way he ate you.

“w-wait.. kennn.. m’gunna” you whined as you tried to scoot back away from him, the pleasure was too much, but at the same time not enough.

he yanked you back to the edge of the desk, shooting you a little glare as he stopped for just long enough to discipline you and fix his glasses, moving them up to his forehead “no movin’ ‘kay darlin’? m’hungry, let me eat.” and then right back to your cunt he went.

you couldn’t even respond to him with words, all you could do was choke out moans and cries as your head tipped back, eyes in the back of your head with your mouth dropped open. the heat in your stomach was building, it was tight, and white hot, bound to break the dam and overflow.

“m’gunna cum— ken…pleaseee” you cried, cunt clenching around nothing, the heat in your stomach at its limit. “i know darlin, let me have it, give it to papa” was all he muttered as he redoubled his efforts on your clit, driving you right over the edge.

the damn finally broke. the heat overflowing as he held you in place and worked his tongue while you came. body trembling, legs shaking as you whimpered from the intensity of your orgasm.

his face was drenched in your juices as he lapped you up, working you through your orgasm and drinking you up as your essence dripped down his chin.

“there you go darlin’ that’s it, let it out” he cooed as he watched your eyes finally flutter open “good, you did so good f’me sweet girl.”

he pulled away from you and stood up, leaning his body against you, his bulge rubbing against your exposed core. you looked at how messy and wet his mouth was and felt a wave of embarrassment flood you.

“m’sorry” you muttered as you looked away. he laughed in response, it was deep and husky, filled with amusement as he tilted your face back towards his with his index finger. he set it under your chin and tilted your face up, making you meet his gaze.

“eyes here pretty girl” he murmed “you’re okay, i like the mess” he cooed sweetly as he leaned closer, pressing himself fully against you, “taste yourself, you taste so good” then he kissed you, chest pressed against your own as he moved his lips languidly against yours.

he grinded his bulge against your core, letting your wetness soak him through his pants as he groaned into the kiss. “need to feel this pretty pussy on me doll” he murmured against your lips.

you whined in response, heart thrumming in your chest nervously as he moved a hand down and worked the buckle of his belt and his zipper, glasses falling back down on to his nose, his pants dropped and his boxers weren’t far behind him. you broke the kiss and looked down at his cock—

holy shit.

your eyes widened, anxiety suddenly filling you to the brim as you stared at the monster, it was fully erect, standing at attention. precum beading from his angry red tip.

veins adorned the sides of his thick cock, traveling all the way down to his based where little curls of dark blonde hair nestled against his skin. how were you supposed to take that monster?

your eyes flicked back up to his, and he’d been watching you, watch him the entire time, letting you take in the sheer size of him, a knowing smirk on his face “s’alot ken..” you whispered

“i know darlin’, but you’ll be good and take every inch f’me wontcha?” he cooed sweetly. you figured at this point, there was no turning back, so now was a good a time as any to tell him you were a virgin right? right?!

“kento.. i.. i’m a-” you stuttered out, and before you could finish, he’d cut you off with words of his own “a virgin, i know doll, i’ll be gentle. promise.” your face flushed, hot as ever. “h-how’d you know?” you asked in a small voice.

he laughed, like genuinely, his chest rumbled against yours as the melodic chorus of his laughter filled the room. “doll, you came in less than sixty seconds. now i’m pretty good with my tongue, but that’s still a tell tale sign f’me.” he snickered just a bit.

you had never felt so embarrassed in your life, did you really cum that fast? it felt way longer when he was down there. how did he even know it was less than sixty seconds? was he keeping track?

he was, earlier, while you had your head in the clouds, singing a symphony of moans, he’d been lapping at your cunt and looking at his watch, noting the fact that he made you cum in about 45 seconds.

your face was hot with embarrassment at his words. you wanted to shrivel into a hole and die. nanami however thought the entire scene was so adorable, and it made him unimaginably hard.

he pressed himself against you to pull you out of your head. his tip and shaft gliding through your fat lips to gather up your juice. he groaned at the feeling “focus darlin’, m’not judgin, im proud to be your first, i’ll take care of ya” he reassured you as he leaned in and peppered small kisses against your neck.

you whined as you felt his cock glide through your lips and his sweet kisses against your neck, coupled with the reassurance, it was enough to get you right back in the zone. “m’ready ken” you crooned as he kissed at your neck and collar bone.

he hummed in approval and he drug his head from his neck to look at you “yeah? alright pretty girl, just hold on to me, papa’s gotcha”

you nodded slowly, placing your hands on his shoulders for stability. he gripped his throbbing cock, dragging it through your lips again, to gather up enough slick and pumped himself before settling at your entrance.

“deep breath for me sweet girl, mkay?” he said gently. you nodded and braced yourself, inhaling deeply as his fat mushroom tip invaded your little hole, nanami ignored his own pleasure in favor of watching your face to make sure there were no signs of discomfort.

he got a quarter of the way in before he stopped. “y’alright doll? s’not too much is it?” he asked as his eyes traveled your face.

“n-no s’just.. you’re r-really big ken” you breathed out. he chuckled as he rubbed soothing circles on your hips “you’re doing amazing pretty girl, but make sure you tell me if i need to stop ‘kay?” he nodded at you.

“okay.. i.. i can take it.” you whispered softly. he smiled at that, he thought your determination was so cute. “alright doll” and with that he pushed in a little further, you whined and gripped his shoulders, nails digging into them.

you could feel the stretch, the burn as his cock split you open for him. your greedy little walls sucking him in, inch by inch. nanami hissed, the pleasure of your cunt swallowing him and the pain of your nails in the divots of his shoulder blades, egging him on.

“get ready for a biigg stretch pretty girl” his voice had some breathiness to it. you could tell he was trying to hold back for you, he didn’t wanna hurt you. you nodded your head mindlessly, eyes nearly in the back of it.

he chuckled at your cock-drunk state and held your thighs up a little higher and as he pushed the rest of the way in, he let out a strangled moan as his tip kissed your cervix and he felt you clench him tight, almost a little too tight

“loosen up doll—hah—gonna b-break my dick if you—fuck— don’t” he breathed out, leaning forward to pepper more kisses on your neck. you whimpered as you tried to relax around him and adjust to the feeling of being so full. “s’too big ken.. mmf— m’trying” you whined.

it took you a few minutes, but nanami kissed your way through it as he waited for you to loosen up, you couldn’t lie, making out definitely did help.

“ready pretty girl?” he muttered against your lips. you nodded and that was all he needed to hear.

he drew his hips back, pulling out about half way before languidly thrusting his hips forward back in, filling you completely up, the both of you moaning in harmony as he set a slow, languid pace.

“pussy so—shit— so tight—hah-fuck” he groaned as he pulled your hips impossibly closer, your ass barely on the desk. “talk to me doll—fuck— feels good huh?” he panted as he rocked his hips back and forth, bullying your tiny little pussy.

“mmm f-feels gooooddd.. kennn” you crooned as your arms wrapped around his neck. the sensation was new, but god, it felt so fucking good, even the bits of pain from his fat mushroom tip kissing your cervix.

“yeah? taking my dick—hah— so fucking good pretty girl” he praised, and god was it making you twice as wet as before. “f-faster.. ken—nghh-harder.. m-more” you choked out.

it was like those were the magic words he needed to hear, something within him snapped. he grabbed the bottom of your ass and lifted you off his desk into the air as he slid you up and down his dick with ease. his big arms spreading you more open as he used you cunt like a toy, bucking his hips up into you picking up the pace.

“like this doll?—ah shit— you like that huh? like the way my—fuck—dick fills you up pretty girl?” he grunted as he moved you up and down, his hips meeting your body halfway.

your vision was white and spotty as he reached places inside your cunt, that you didn’t know were possible. mouth falling open, head back, whining and nodding as he thrusted upward, your tummy juggling with each upward motion he gave you. “y-yes sir.. i.. ah- ah— ken!”

the way your cunt fluttered around him, he swore he was seeing stars, he walked towards the wall holding you in his grasp as he pinned you against it and hoisted one of your legs on his shoulder as he held the other one open and pistoned his hips upward, eliciting cries from your pretty mouth.

“that’s right baby, you feel me in your tummy hm?” he breathed out, his balls we’re getting heavy, cock twitching in your cunt, the way your walls wrapped around him, it was like a vice, he picked up the pace just a bit further as his balls continued to tighten and the knot in his stomach grew.

“nghh- ken— s’deep.. m’gunna cummm” you whined as your soaking pussy gripped his cock tight, walls pulsing and legs shaking. the squelching sounds of him bulldozing your pussy and the symphony of your and his moans was all that could be heard within the confines of his office.

“go on sweet girl, cum on this dick f’me, give it to me baby” he coaxed as he pulled you off the wall and closer to him, chests pressed together as he kisses and bit at your neck and fucked into you with twice the effort as before.

you yelped and pulled him closer burying your face in his shoulder as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, white and hot, your vision was blurry as you clenched around him, crying out for him “m’cumminnnn kennnnn”

he groaned feeling your cum, hot and creamy, slide down his cock, spurring his own orgasm, he thrusted a few more time before burying himself at your hilt, the heat in his abdomen rushing forward as he came inside of you, hot spurts of cum, jetting out of him and painting your walls with his essence. “shit— f-fuck— sooo fucking good baby”

he rolled his hips up a few more times, emptying his balls as the last remnants of his seed coated your walls before taking your leg off his shoulder. you lifted your head from his neck and looked down at the small space where your bodies connected.

he slowly pulled out, watching the mix of your cum and his, leak out down his shaft and drip onto the floor and groaned at the sight “look at that fucking mess, you did so good f’me pretty girl.” he praised and you whined tiredly as he kept you in his grasp and sat down in his chair, rubbing soothing circles all over your lower back and sides.

“hurts ken” you mumbled against his shoulder softly. he chuckled just a little bit and you smacked his shoulder “s’not funnnyyy” you whined, which only furthered his laughter.

“don’t worry your pretty little head doll, papa’ll take care of ya” he whispered sweetly as he kissed the top of your head sweetly as he rocked you back and forth soothingly, rubbing your lower back as you laid against him, nearly asleep.

he could only hope the two of you didn’t get caught in his office, because he had no plans of moving you or himself any time soon.

nor did he plan to stop fucking you every chance he got, you might’ve been his number one student, but now you were just his.

and Kento Nanami, was not one to share.

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