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PAIRING: Clan head Maki Zenin x Fem! Reader ________________

WARNINGS: Aged-up characters specifically Maki and the reader are in their early thirties, strength kink, GP Maki, unprotected sex (use protection in real life pls), mommy kink, breeding kink, bondage (Maki's belt is being used as cuffs dear Lord-), domesticity, cunnilingus, riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, I think that's about it??? ________________ A/N: New here but have you seen her in the manga??? wfqlflwlwqhfwq DAMN-

Beefy mommy <33333

Now back to the one-shot, which may or may to have been proofread😬😬😬

Reminder, photos are not mine so CTTO.

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Her tall, scarred figure catches your attention in the living room of your shared home. Her figure exudes confidence, her scarred hands are inside the pockets of her black trousers, her short cape draped over her strong shoulders, her posture is upright and alert as her slightly muscular body creates creases over her black sleaves turtleneck.

There she was, conversing with Megumi and Nobara indistinctively. You can only watch in the dining room, hands fidgeting as she listens to the report of her younger colleagues whilst you sit, shifting in your seat as her guards surround you. You avert your focus to soothe the gnawing urge to run to your scarred wife and clean her wounds and kiss her bruises.

But you have to be patient

Maki Zenin, your wife, is a woman whose body and soul is a fortress of focus. And her focus must not be disturbed, especially when it comes to her line of work.

You bite your inner cheek as you shift your gaze to the grandfather clock that stands near the fridge, it was already 9:59 PM. A little later than usual from you wife’s usual arrival at home which is around 8 PM. Is she hungry? You ask yourself internally, did she grab a bite before coming here?

Your thoughts muddled as soon as her honey-gold eyes meet yours and your breath hitched, the intensity that swirls in her eyes, the unreadable, cold, fierce countenance that befits her face. Beautiful, just as the day she was before being burned by a special-grade cursed spirit. She sends you a reassuring nod, and your body relaxes, although brief and subtle, you saw softness in her eyes before removing her hand from inside her pocket, replying indistinctly to Nobara and Megumi and dismissing them both from their duties. The two bows before leaving the premises, finally leaving you alone with the clan head. Your wife.

Maki saunters to you, and the guards disperse as the older woman enters the dining room. Without waiting any longer, you rush out of your seat and welcomed her with a warm embrace, an amused chuckle reverberates in her chest as she returns it, she pulls you flush against her strong chest, her scarred arms flexing, showing off her toned biceps. “I miss you too, sweetheart.” She mumbles lowly in your ear, you close your eyes and rest your head against the top of her breastbone, inhaling her subtle bergamot scent before pulling away. The look she was giving you is different from her look earlier. Her eyes swirl with mirth, softness and adoration, the way her softly calloused hands hold you so delicately as if she is handling glass, and her unsmiling countenance changed to a soft, secret smile that only you and those who are close to her can see.

But her eyes…

They pull you in a trance, without thinking, you reach out for her scarred face, caressing the burnt tissue before asking in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes, darling,” She sighs and pushed her round glasses back against the bridge of her nose, her other hand rests against your waist. “Forgive me for not eating with you, I just didn’t want to burden you with making food for me tonight, especially when my work was a bit hectic today.”

You shook your head sideways, “It’s fine,” You smile at her before pulling away from her hold and instantly grasping her wrist, “I’ll prepare a warm bath for you, your body must be sore.”

Maki grins, “Yes, I do need a warm bath before going to bed with you, sweetheart.”

The name strikes a chord in your brain, your heart melts and your cheeks subtly turn red as you lead her upstairs with her chuckling behind you. You turn the faucet whilst Maki removes her glasses and takes off her short cloak. You’re both inside your shared bathroom with warm water filling the porcelain tub. You dip your hand in the water, smiling in satisfaction when the water is warm enough before walking up to your wife who is already undressing. Like clockwork, your hands moved without thinking, helping her undress, her clothes pooling the cold floor as she unmasks her scarred, toned body, she watches you intently, the pads of your fingers brush the burnt tissue, carefully doing so before she grasps your wrist and pressed the back of your palm against her face.

You look at her, tilting your head in confusion but it soon melts away when she asks:

“Join me?”

“Sure,” She grins and helps you take off your clothing, she allows you first to get in the tub and removes your ponytail, allowing your hair to fall from your shoulders and get soaked in the water, you let out a relieved sigh as soon as your body makes contact with the water, Maki following behind you, you hug your knees to make room for her as her legs cage your form, her toned, slender arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against her front with a contented sigh leaving her lips.

“This feels nice,” She hums and kisses the available expanse of your neck. “I can’t imagine going to bed with you without doing this.” An amused chuckle leaves your lips, “Oh yeah?” You turn around to face her, and your heart swells at the look she’s giving you, your brain sputters, and your blood rushes to your cheeks, her eyes, compared to the hue of copper when she’s serious, is molten gold, her countenance looks youthful, glowing with mirth and peace and that small smile that makes your heart want to explode.

You snake your arms around her neck, “Well, I can’t imagine going to bed without you with me.”

A giggle befalls her lips, she reaches up to tug a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I feel the same way to, sweetheart. I love you.”

Your breath hitched, “I love you too.”

There it goes again, her eyes crinkle to crescents with that signature mirthful gaze that makes your body be flooded and filled with warmth. The person that holds you isn’t the clan head, the strong spiritual successor of Toji, but a woman who has been through so much.

She’s Maki Zenin, your Maki Zenin.

And your Maki is looking at you as if you’re the only one in the world that matters.

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The kettle whistles, and your rush to it with your apron wrapped around your work attire.

You turn the stove off with a jaw-breaking yawn as Maki comes down from the stairs with her silk black robe tied securely around her waist. Compared to you, she’s on a day-off, free from her tasks, her honey-gold eyes follow your movements as you make breakfast before deciding to join you by helping cook the eggs.

You whip your head to her direction with a soft smile, “Oh, you’re awake.”

“Good morning to you too, darling.” She smiles and adds salt, “Off to work early?”

You rush to make coffee for you and tea for her. “I wanted to go to work early, traffic might be a killer today so-yeah,” You hastily eat your toasted bread whilst Maki looks at her eggs before swiftly grabbing two loaves of bread and chucking her eggs between them and chomping with rushed gusto. And she ate her breakfast faster than you.

“Give me a moment,” She says after swallowing, “I’ll drive you there.”

“What?” Before you can have another say in her decision, she was already gone and returning after two minutes with presentable clothes; a sleeveless turtleneck that shows off her slender, toned yet slightly burnt arms, black high-waisted jeans and black combat boots, she pushed back her round glasses and combed her hair back.

“Are you done?”

You gulped, “Yeah,” She nods in acknowledgement and walks past you, her car keys dangling as she swiftly grasps your wrist and leads you out of the dining room and into the garage, she unlocks the third vehicle to the right and opens the door for you before walking briskly to the driver’s seat and revving the engine alive, with her other hand, she rests it atop of your left thigh before driving off.

The car engine softly growls as you stop next to your building, you unbuckle your seatbelt and look at her with an appreciative smile. “Thanks Maki,” The older woman leans forward and presses a soft peck against your unsuspecting lips, “Anything for you,” She whispers against your lips, her cold breath fanned your lips, smirking when she sees your cheeks are subtly tinted in red with your jaw slack.

“What?” She mused and gestures at the door, “Are you going to work or…?”

You blink, seemingly returning to your senses, “R-right, work,” You sputter as she grins smugly over you losing control, “Ye-yeah, thanks Maki!” You swiftly burst open the car door before running off to work. Maki watches you with a bemused expression gracing her countenance, adorable.

“Simply adorable,” She says to herself before driving back home.

You stare blankly at the dossiers of your clients, your mind is puzzled as your eyes shift between one profile to another but truth be told, your mind is elsewhere. Specifically, the soft kiss Maki planted against your lips. A smile curls in the corner of your lips as you slam the dossiers down on your tabletop.

“Jeez woman,” You sigh dreamily and look at the clock, it is already 11:46, four minutes before lunch time-

There’s a knock on your door, “Mrs. Zenin-it’s for you!” A soft, female voice says behind the door, quickly, you circle your table and open the door to reveal the intern holding up a brown paper bag, and it smells delicious. “Who sent this?” Those words leave your lips before you can formulate a proper response. “It says it’s from Maki,” Oh, “Right,” You answer sheepishly before taking it, “Thanks, Miss Hoshino.”

She bows before leaving as you close the door.

Giddy, you sit down and unpack the containers, and there’s a note stuck to it.

Figured I’d do your favorite, darling, eat up. - Maki

You hug the note close to your heart and sighed in contentment as you thank the older woman mentally.

Maki takes care of you, even with the simplest of things.

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Maki takes care of you, respects you, and holds you in high regard as her wife.

But in the bedroom?

Your hands tug against the headboard, Maki's leather belt is securely wrapped around your wrist to the bars like makeshift cuffs, and your soft-colored eyes watch her standing at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, a mocking smile graces her lips as her ravenous eyes watch you with macabre delight, twitching and your thighs are covered in a thin sheet of slick, desire, waiting for her to do something.

A whimper of shameless need befalls your lips, and Maki finally takes notice. "Aw, does my baby need help?" She asks her voice; an octave lower and it sends chills down your spine, making you clench your thighs to relieve the ache but she sends you a stern look.

"Open them, darling," She orders, you whimper and slightly spread, breathing shakily when the cold air nips your thighs.

Maki clicks her tongue in disapproval and perches herself on the bed. "You poor thing," She hissed before forcefully spreading your thighs and settling herself in between your legs, making you yelp in shock and in utter delight. "I told you to spread your legs, did I not?"

"Y-yes," Your voice trembles when her nail traces the seam of your cunt, she hums, "Yes-what, pet?"

"Yes, mommy,"

You; are pretty much a toy, a pet. A pretty one at least.

"Good girl," She purrs and dips her head to place a soft kiss against your collarbone. "Now, tell mommy what you want."

"You,"

She raised a brow, "That, I already know," She massages your inner thighs, making you close your eyes as the pads of her fingers brush against your slick-covered thighs, spreading your arousal over your thighs.

"All of you,"

She chuckles darkly, "Can you even handle that, darling?" Her tone was challenging. You swallow harshly as she inserts the tip of her index finger, gasping softly when she gradually impales you with her finger before you jump at the sting that's delivered in your right thigh.

"I asked a question, pet, I demand an answer."

Her index finger is now inside you, your walls hugging her digit greedily as your thighs shake.

"Yes, yes I can mommy."

"We'll see," She pecks your lips, "How about you cum on my tongue and I'll think about it, what do you say?"

"Perfect," You gasped as she removes her fingers from your cunt, just as when you were about to beg to put it back in, she lands a slap against your clit, making your hips buck as you hiss at the unexpected action. Maki chuckles with macabre amusement as she slips out of her clothing one by one, making you watch her with pleading eyes, your nails dig against the skin of your palms, the urge to touch her scarred body, her tone slender arms, and her perfectly-sculptured abdomen, to run your hands all over her. Your eyes gaze lower to see your source of pleasure making a tent against her trousers.

She sees this and palms it, making you both groan with want.

Finally, after discarding her last piece of clothing, she crawls to you, like a predator going in for her prey, and you don't mind surrendering to her.

She looms above you, the shadows of your room covering her face, making it difficult for you to read her emotions. She dips down, her lips ghosting over the skin of your neck before placing feather-like kisses against your skin.

Then, she breaches you, and a loud moan is ripped from your throat as three of her fingers enter you without thrusting in, she pulls it out to reveal your arousal coating her fingers and inserts them in her mouth, and groans softly at the taste, "Divine."

She left a trail of soft kisses from your neck down to your chest, and stomach until she reaches your thighs, her slightly calloused hands gripping the milky soft flesh of your thighs before spreading them apart, dipping her head down and she starts with a small lick and chuckling when your hips buck at her ministration. The older woman returns to focus on your sopping pussy and feeds herself with your juices, you let out a contented sigh of utter bliss and hook your right leg over her shoulder to allow her to gain access, to search for more as she ravages you with crumbling restraint, you tug your hands against her belt, hips jutting against her face as she traces the seam of your cunt with her tongue, her saliva mixes with your arousal as her wet, warm muscle breaches in, tracing an eight-figure motion.

Your walls clench around her, and your legs shake at the feeling, forcing Maki to strengthen her grip against your thighs for leverage.

"Oh-fuck," You gasped as Maki bites your clit as a warning before pulling away. "Behave, pet, or else I'll have to stop."

You whimpered as her hot breath fanned your throbbing clit, "And we don't want that, right?"

"Yes," You inhaled sharply, "Yes, mommy."

Your cunt clamps around nothing.

"Good girl," She hums in approval before diving back in. This time, sucking harshly, a loud moan was ripped away from your throat as you jut your hips against her face, although that didn't deter her, her tongue flicked intensely as her strong hangs kept your lower region grounded against the sheets.

Sweat drips down from your forehead, your body is lit ablaze with carnal need, and the muscles around your arms are starting to feel sore from tugging her belt repeatedly with every tug. The sensation increases tenfold when she bites your clit.

If you could see what your wife sees, you're so powerless, so vulnerable.

Just the way she likes it.

Moans and whimpers tumble from your lips as she alternates from biting, sucking, and thrusting. Your back arches as Maki devotes her mouth to your pussy like a starved woman. Your arousal is mixed with her spit and it drips down to your ass and on her sheets as she messily devours you.

"Shit-mommy!" Your breath is knocked out of your lungs when she curls her tongue inside you, and your head falls down unceremoniously against the pillows.

"Fuck-so good." You mewled.

The older woman continues her actions, ignoring the way her cock throbs painfully with her pre-cum dripping from the red tip. You can feel your orgasm building slowly, your moans becoming strained, your toes curling as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge-and, you come undone with a high-pitched moan, your juices flooding your wife's mouth and she laps it up gladly with a hum that sends vibrations in between your thighs, causing you to buck your hips against her face.

With a contented groan, Maki looks up at you to reveal her chin and her lips glistening with your cum.

Her lips curled to a wolfish grin as her tongue breaks past her lips to lick her lower lip before looming above you with a swift motion of her strong arms, the shadows paint her face, making it difficult to see her emotions.

The older woman leans down and closes the gap between you, pinning you down with a bruising kiss, her hands make their way to your hips, gripping them firmly enough to leave marks for days to come as she bites your lower lip, causing you to groan but it was soon swallowed by her as her tongue breaches the cavern of your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself as she explores your cavern, leaving nothing left behind. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, Maki moans softly, appreciating the gesture as her forehead sticks against yours, her bangs sticking against her forehead, her toned body, like yours is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her body that is usually cool is beginning to turn feverishly hot with desire the more her hands wandered all over your vulnerable body until your lungs burned for oxygen.

Finally, giving you some respite, Maki pulls away, both of your chests heaving up and down, her molten ichor eyes darkened with cupidity, without breaking eye contact, she reaches for the makeshift cuffs, undoing the knot slowly until she throws the belt haphazardly on the carpeted floor of your shared bedroom.

She takes your wrists, carefully examining the marks of your skin before placing chaste kisses on your wrist, "It didn't hurt, did it, darling?"

"No, mommy," Maki sighs closes her eyes in relief before opening them, a dark look cascades over her beautiful countenance.

"Good," She clicks her tongue before suddenly, she lifts you and placed you on top of her thighs, straddling her. Your groan as your body is met with a sharp sting around your pelvic area, the short-haired woman holds you in place with her hands around your hips, leaning forward to warp her lips around the expanse of your exposed neck, littering it with soft kisses and nips before generously biting and sucking it, making sure to leave soft red marks that will turn to angry ruby the morning after.

Your hand grabs a purchase of her dark locks while the other rests on her strong back.

She pulls away with a loud 'pop' and licks her slightly swollen lips.

"Ride me,"

And she didn't need to ask twice.

With shaky thighs and pulsing folds, you lift yourself up while you remove your hand from her back and grasp her shoulders as Maki help guide you to lower your cunt down her erect, raging cock, the older woman rubs the leaking head against your weeping folds before you sink down, both of you bemoaning aloud, and whines leave your lips at the blissful feeling.

The first drop is slow despite the times you two fucked, her dick always required the need for easing yourself onto her, your cunt is still tight and wet, making her let out a low, rumbling groan, her eyes watch you; the way your lips twitch and your brows furrow. Both your sexes throb in harmony, your expression is pinched, still sensitive from your previous orgasm as you buck your hips.

You inhaled shakily before moving yourself, Maki groans as soon as you move up and down slowly, throwing your head back as your pussy greedily hugs her cock, she digs her nails against the skin of your hips, with every filthy squelch the wetter you become.

Your wife bites her lower lip as she feels your cunt clench around her, her chest is flushed with arousal, her breath; uneven, stuttering when your lips brush against the burned tissue of her neck, your mixed arousal dripping from your opening to her thighs and down to her sheets, Maki growls lowly, losing her patience with the way your hips weakly move before planting her feet against the sheets and thrusting her hips upward, whorish moans leave your lips, your head falling back as cries befall your lips.

"What a slow pet," She hisses and tightens her grip, "Can't you see that I'm fucking hard?" Her hips rutted against yours as her lips latched onto your neck, biting hard as punishment before sealing your lips with a searing kiss, sucking the muscle and making you mewl, the action made your cunt clench around her cock, her veins rubbing deliciously around your velvet, warm, wet walls.

The sounds of skin-slapping, breathy whines, moans, and growls resonate in the room. The woman beneath you fucking you hard, her balls slapping against your clit, you pull away from the kiss and look down, your pupils blowing with lust at the sight of your pussy greedily bouncing on her cock, your juices mixing and pooling her thighs.

You dig your nails against her shoulders before leaning down to press soft kisses against her neck, Maki's eyes close, moaning softly before allowing you access to her skin.

And then-

"Oh-fuck-mommy!" You pulled away from her neck and mewled 'mommy' as her twitching cock brushed the spongey area, Maki groans as you keep clenching around her consistently whilst hr dick brushes the spot repeatedly, and the older woman grunts, hands snaking around your body, pulling you flush against her, your stomach tightened, your toes curled and your nails dig harshly enough to leave welts on her skin. Your eyes fail to stay open to watch the woman's countenance tainted with raw pleasure. Her lips befalling lewd groans of ecstasy as you rode her no signs of stopping, as long as you pull out, of course.

"Are you close?" She moans lowly as both your sexes throb. You shakily kiss the scar on her right eye, "Ye-yes, mommy."

An impish smile graces her lips as she picks up the pace, it only takes a few more thrusts to have you convulsing against her. Milking around her cock.

And then, the next thing you know, your back is against the mattress, you gasped as Maki's strong hangs grasp around your wrists and drills in and out of you with animalistic need. Maki is now looming above you, fucking into you as her pace bristles with the need for release as moans spill from your lips, legs wrapping around her waist to pull her closer to you.

"Mak-mommy," You choked out a moan as you try to pry her away after correcting yourself. "So good."

She pressed her forehead against yours and kisses you aggressively, her lips muffling your pleasured cries as well as your high-pitched mewls. Her hands let go of your wrists and proceed to hold onto your waist to stop you from moving forward as your hands latch onto her back, scraping the skin making her hiss and pump her hips faster as you throw your head back, mind clouding with carnal delight, eyes snapping shut as you cum strongly around her twitching cock as Maki pulls away from your lips to bite the juncture of your neck, shooting sparks of pleasure making you see stars and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your entire body as she continuously fucks you through your orgasm.

Your juices leak out of your sopping pussy yet Maki is still not cumming, her cock throbbing wildly inside you.

"Mommy," You whimpered, trying to push her away but she growled, not wanting to be deterred. "Mo-mommy wait-"

And finally, she lets out a reverberating moan, your eyes widened as she stills her hips and hides her head in the crook of your neck that's stained with her marks.

Her cock spurted out thick, goopy spurts of her cum.

Her soft lips kiss the side of your neck, your hand circled on her hip while the other one is resting on her nape, and your heavy breaths resonate in the room.

She leans away, her molten gold eyes looking at you with an unreadable expression, her sweat dripping from her temples, down to her chin, and on your heaving chest.

"Maki," She pushes her hips deeper, causing you to mewl. "It's mommy, darling." Her voice is raspy and slightly hoarse. "I didn't take a pill." You mumbled and avert your gaze away from your wife.

Her hand cups your jaw and makes you look at her, you expect to see disappointment, but instead, a soft, appreciative look on her face.

"It's fine, sweetheart." Her response elicits confusion as you incline your head to the side as she continues, but not before placing a soft kiss on top of your clammy forehead. She then moves to the outer shell of your ear, her other hand traversing down to draw nonsensical shapes on your thigh, her light fingers sending shivers down your spine.

"Because there wasn't a time where I didn't imagine our child running around the manor."

Maki begins moving her hips back and forth, a hiss leaves your lips as sensitivity rings fresh in your cunt, your mixed essences leaking down to your folds as she slides in and out of you with ease, her breath is ragged, her eyes closing with concentration as the sound of filthy squelching echoes in the room as her growls begin to get louder, morphing into moans of carnal delight as she gladly picks up the pace, her vice-tight grip as she lips latch onto your neck once more, biting and sucking the skin and sending white-hot pleasure flooding against your body, she may have recovered from her orgasm, but you-well you're still recovering.

But the dull ache of overstimulation came to pass, and now you find yourself begging for more, wanting more.

"Faster mommy," You cry out beneath her, "Faster, mommy please-"

Maki grunts and angles her hips before slamming, pounding back in. A shocked yelp leaves your lips as she rams into you relentlessly and chokes a gasp out of you as she bites your collarbone coating your skin with her marks and her saliva as she fucks you harder into the mattress.

"More," You urged, your body is feverish with desire. "Mommy."

She growls, "More, huh, my pet is so needy." She licks her swollen lips, she pulls her hips back, only leaving the bulbous head before slamming back in, wanton cries of lust befall your swollen lips, eyes closing and mouth agape, letting out sounds of pleasured delirium and Mai is incensed by this and angles her hips in a particular fashion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, whimpering her tittle 'mommy,' in the lobe of her ear, driving your wide insane and increases the power of her thrust rutting into you whilst you litter her neck with kisses all the while leaving red vertical lines on her strong back.

You could hear the thud of the wood against the wall as the giant canopy bed moves with the two of you, the wood mimicking you as your legs tremble beneath the older woman, Maki's breath is hot against your ear as your used cunt takes her, the squelching sounds adding to the symphony between the two of you.

Maki presses you harder, hips snapping back and forth, teeth gritted, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, her bangs sticking against her sweaty forehead, dripping to the side of her pretty face. You lock your ankles and pull her closer, forcing her to thrust deeper into you, crying out as the tip kisses your cervix, deeper in your walls, and hits your bundle of nerves.

The veins that map the ridges of her dick drag deliciously inside your velvet walls, mixed cum dripping down your folds, your body is hyperaware and your skin is flushed with sweat. "That's it, baby," She moans hotly, etching it in your brain. "Keep me close, yeah?" She whines as your pussy uncontrollably clamps around her. "Fucking hell, darling." She looks at you with a lust-filled gaze.

"Look at you, being such a good girl for her mommy, letting me stuff you with my cum, fucking a baby into you."

She grunts with effort, her slender toned arms wrapping around you tightly, making sure you won't escape her hold. As if you want to anyway.

"Wanna know something, beloved?"

When you didn't answer, she clicks her tongue and slows her pace, eliciting a whimper from you and you grind her hips against hers.

"Respond, pet," She hisses condescendingly, a dark smile tugs on her lips as her shaft throbs agonizingly, her strength prevents you from rutting her hips against hers. Whining with frustration, you choked out an agonized moan.

"Wh-what is it, mommy?"

She moves her hips back to her original speed.

She quickly kisses your swollen lips. "Do you have any idea how much I wanted to fuck you raw?"A lewd moan leaves your lips when she hits your g-spot, making you see stars as you viciously claw her back, making Maki purr in satisfaction, hitting deeper inside you, targeting your spot and familiarizing the angle. "Breed you with my children, my heirs?"

"N-no-fucking hell-no mommy." You whimpered, "I'm c-close, please don't stop."

"Cumming already?" She prompts with amusement, thrusting deeper, the sensation rippling within you, overwhelming you with white-hot pleasure as you're [rushed to the edge with a broken sob of her name, body racking with pleasure, falling limply as you squirt around her cock, the dark-haired woman gasps as you strongly milk her hardened member, triggering her orgasm and coming undone unannounced as she stills her hips, letting out her warm, thick spurts of cum with a low rumbling groan from her with your name softly escaping her lips.

But she still remains hard and begins to move once again.

"Mommy-please-"

"One more," She pants, "Just one more, Y/N, can you do that for me?"

You can't, your legs feel like lead, your body is already covered with sweat and marks, and your lower region felt like it's about to be split in half. But in determination to please your wife, you nod with tears of overstimulation welling in your eyes before she moves her hips at a smooth steady pace, you cry out as the ring of sensitivity and overstimulation shoots in your pussy as she takes you raw, eyes spilling with tears as her speed picks up, you pull her closer until your bodies feel like molding together. Every drag of her cock makes your cunt leak out with your arousal and her cum. Maki slaps your clit, causing you to jolt and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Keep my fucking cum inside you," She orders, you cry out helplessly as she throws your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to hit much deeper within you and ramming with effort as her pace becomes sloppy, her cock throbbing painfully for another release and filed by your broken moans and sobs, the pain blurring to a thin line of pleasure and you begin to rut your hips against hers, beseeching for more, your legs aching from how she holds them.

"You like that, baby?" She panted, her eyes zeroed on the bulge of your stomach from all of that thrusting, losing herself in the feeling of the silhouette of her cock prodding your womb.

You screamed as the tip repeatedly hits your cervix, you tangled your hand around her short hair and tugged it harshly, making Maki hiss and speed up to an animalistic pace, desperate whimpers falling from your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as she abuses your cunt, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. Her hands then forcefully move your legs down to her hips and you automatically lock your ankles, you latch your lips around her neck, sucking and biting, and a hoarse moan is ripped away from her throat as you bite the center of her neck, feeling her hips stutter for a brief second before punishing you for it by drilling into you in a bruising pace, your vision is hazy, your hands grab onto her biceps or anything that will anchor you from her frantic pace, the skin of your inner thighs burn from the contact, her balls slap against your clit as she keeps going, dragging her dick in and out of your quivering folds.

Her thin waist keeps jutting in sharp precision that she flaunts whenever she has the chance, she palms your cheeks, tilting your head up for a kiss, tangibly tender and sensual compared to her pace, the older woman kisses you gently while fucking you senseless, your wife imprints in her mind to give herself to you with each stroke.

Your lungs burned from the kiss and you gently push her away for oxygen intake as tears leave lines on your face.

She smirks a how helpless you are underneath her with each pound, both of you draw closer to your release, excitement curled in your abdomen along with the pleasure that shoots straight to your core as Maki continues to pummel into your welcoming heat, strong thighs trembling against yours, her other hand rests on your hips, fingers squeezing and caressing your skin each time you whimper her title lasciviously, blending with the lewd sounds of skin slapping in the room that smells of sweat and sex.

"Cum inside me again-please mommy."

"My pet wants to become my cum dumpster?" Her tone is mocking and heavy with lust.

You nod in haste

You mewl as Maki dips her head and takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking lavishly before biting, eliciting a wail of pleasure from you.

The coil in your stomach suddenly snaps with the tension and then comes the onslaught of immense white-hot ecstasy, curling and destroying you, the pressure in your legs is immeasurably high. You clamp around her one last time before your vision blackens as she pushes you to your orgasm, blinding you until it consumes you whole and you're shaking ferociously.

Maki kisses you one last time before her balls tighten and cums hard with a harsh shudder and an animalistic growl that you swallowed with a fragile moan, you can feel her cum mixing with yours until it leaks out, forcing your wife to push deeper just to make sure her seed stays there, you hold onto her tight, leaving red welts and crescent lines on her back as you sobbed gently and Maki instinctively cradles you, peppering kisses all over your tear-stained face and brushing the strands of your hair out of the way.

"Shhh," Her voice is soft, "I got you, baby, you're with me, you're safe with me." She pressed a kiss against your temple, "You're such a good girl for me I love you so much." You rest your head against her chest, allowing yourself to anchor against her as you stain her already sweaty skin with your tears.

"There, there."

You pull away, allowing her to loom above you.

"I'm going to pull out. Alright? Mommy's going to pull out."

You nod wordlessly as she pulls out her softening member from your wrecked cunt. You hiss at the empty feeling as you look at her cock coated with your mixed juices. "I'm going to clean you up, alright?"

You shake your head sideways and meekly grasp her wrist, pulling her to you with a comforting embrace, you'd rather have yourself in her arms than clean up the mess in between your legs for tonight,

Maki softens and takes the blanket, "Alright, I'll stay with you, darling."

She lays beside you and you automatically turn in her direction, wrapping yourself tightly around her and hiding your head in the valley of her breast, inhaling her scent and indulging the coolness of her skin.

Maki lets out a blissful sigh and pats your back gently.

You almost couldn't believe that the woman you're hugging now is different from the one who confessed she wants to make you swollen with her babies.

"I love you, Y/N." She whispers as your eyes begin to droop, but not before you say it back with a fragile voice, "I love you too, Maki."

She chuckles softly when she hears your soft snores as you wrap around her like a koala, the gentle, peaceful look on your face makes her heart flutter and a fond smile graced her kissable lips.

"Rest well, my love." She sighs before joining you in a blissful sleep.

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➠ getou suguru x slutty!bimbo!reader x gojo satoru

➠ cw: dubcon (reader is drunk), college au, use of alcohol, sub!reader, creampies, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), face fucking, squirting, unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, lots of degradation, use of the name daddy, orgasm denial, use of sex toys, hair pulling, multiple orgasms (m & f), overstimulation, spitting, impact play, breath play, breeding, light bondage, dacryphilia, manipulation, aftercare

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you found yourself giggling and pouring another shot despite getou telling you no. he told you you were already drunk enough, but you shooed him away, telling him you were grown. your eyes scanned over the people in your living room, falling directly on the tall, white-haired man reclined on your couch.

“hi.” you greeted, practically undressing him with your eyes as you took a seat next to him.

“hi. i assume this is your party?” he responded, taking a sip of his drink. you nodded, tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“mhm. i’ve seen you around getou, but i never got your name.” you tilted your head to the side and sized him up, thinking to yourself about how he’d definitely be your newest boy toy alongside getou. everything about him was alluring and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.

“gojo. gojo satoru.” you reached out your hand to shake his, but he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your skin. you melted in your seat, suppressing a moan at the gesture.

for the rest of the night, you had eyes for gojo and gojo only. the two of you were paired up for the team drinking games and you hadn’t left his lap in hours. you continuously whispered lewd things in his ear, telling him how you couldn’t wait for everyone to leave so he could fuck you into oblivion. it grew harder and harder for him to ignore his growing erection, shifting in his seat to hide it from all of the other guests, though they weren’t even looking in your direction.

unbeknownst to you, getou was a few feet away, watching you practically fuck his best friend on the couch. he wouldn’t have minded if you hadn’t been grinding on him earlier. he wouldn’t have minded if you didn’t flirt with him every time you saw him on campus, trying to get him out of his pants. it wasn’t a secret that you slept around, but getou thought that you would at least have the decency to avoid flirting with his best friend while you all were in the same room.

as soon as getou had walked into your small house party, you were glued to his hip, touching him in every place you could. your hands constantly prying at the zipper of his pants, begging him to accompany you to the bathroom so you could suck him off. how could he resist those pretty doe eyes? of course he agreed, but as soon as the two of you got up to handle business, gojo sauntered in, late as always. getou greeted his best friend as you stood behind him, drinking in his image. your gawking didn’t go unnoticed by gojo, sending you a wink before moving to grab drinks with getou.

getou was seething with anger as he watched you and gojo cozy up to each other. your incessant laughter and your deliberate touching sparked a bit of jealousy in getou. he knew exactly how to get you back.

as the night ended, gojo had to make his leave so he could tend to some unfinished business. only you and getou remained after everyone else had made their way home. you were wasted and still trying to clean your living room, but you were having a difficult time with the room spinning. giggling up a storm, you set the trash bag down and skipped over to getou who was leaning on the kitchen island.

“suguru, why’re you still here?” your words slurred as you leaned on his body, fingers playing with his belt loop.

“helping you clean up.” he replied dryly, moving your hands off of him and turning around to collect the empty red cups on the counter. your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted at his short response.

“why you so mean? is it because i didn’t get to give you head, hm?” you took a few steps closer to him with his back still turned.

“no, y/n. just shut that pretty mouth of yours so i can finish up.”

“suguruuuu,” you sing-songed, “are you mad about that? i can still do it, ya’ know.” you pressed your chest against his back, running your hands down his abdomen before reaching his belt buckle.

“y/n, leave me alone.” getou warned, his patience growing thin. you didn’t listen though, unbuckling his belt with your hands and working to unzip his zipper.

“’s okay, suguru. i’ll make you feel all better. grumpy guys like you just need to cum s’all. you—”

“you never stop fucking talking, do you?” getou snatched your hands off of him and spun around, yanking you back by your hair and earning a high pitched yelp from you. “you’ve been all over me since i got here, but a slut like you can’t take no for an answer.” you whimpered in his hold, bringing your hand up to his fingers laced in your hair.

“getou, i’ll leave you alone. promise.” you whined, trying to pry his hands from your scalp, but he only tightened his grip, yanking your head down so you could crane your neck upwards to look at him. he was almost unrecognizable, his face etched with anger and desire.

“no, no, no, baby. it’s too late for that. c’mon, let’s go to your room.” he shoved you in the direction of your bedroom, fingers still laced in your hair as the two of you reached your the room.

“on your knees.” you dropped down to your knees as soon as he let go of your hair, your doe eyes boring into his dark and lust blown pupils. you wanted so badly to paw at the growing erection confined underneath his pants, but you knew you’d only dig yourself a deeper grave.

getou began walking around your room in search of something, but you weren’t sure what. “w-what are you doing?” you asked.

“well, i know a slut like you has a stash of toys around here somewhere. ah, here we go.” he opened your nightstand drawer and chuckled at the array of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and lube you had tucked away. he grabbed the thicker purple one you had, closing the drawer before returning to stand in front of you.

“take all this off for me.” he sat across from you on the ottoman that was near the foot of your bed with his legs spread. you licked your lips and began stripping of your clothing with no hesitation. you couldn’t help the arousal that was already leaking down your thigh from the way he was looking down at you, hungry eyes waiting to devour you. almost entirely naked in front of him, only your lace thong remained, a dark patch forming as you squeezed your thighs together. getou didn’t speak, only shooting you glare, silently berating you for still wearing underwear. you took the hint and disposed of them, biting you lip as the air hit your glistening heat, the cold causing your nipples to perk up.

“atta girl.” getou stood up and took a few steps towards you, his bulge directly at eye level with you. your mouth watered as he unbuckled his belt and removed it. he grinned, knowing you were getting excited at the thought of wrapping your lips around his fat cock. but to your dismay, his cock stayed tucked away as he wrapped his belt around your neck, tightening it enough to just barely squeeze your throat, but not tight enough to cut your air off completely. you gasped, looking up at him with those pleading eyes, but he didn’t let up.

he reached for the belt you had on with your shorts and tied your hands behind your back with it, crouching down in front of you as he watched you squirm.

“suguru, not fair!” you whined, poking your bottom lip out. “wanna touch you, please.”

“you haven’t earned it, honey. let’s see…” he trailed off, his fingers ghosting over your clit. you gulped, looking away from him as his fingers ran up and down your slit, collecting your arousal on them. “you’re already this wet? hm. yeah, you can ride your little toy, can’t you?” his question wasn’t so much a question, but more a demand as he suctioned the dildo on the hardwood floor in between your thighs.

“can i please have your cock instead?” you begged, but getou pulled on the belt around your throat, silencing you.

“did i stutter? be a good little slut and ride it.” he let go off the belt and stood up to his full height. you did as you were told and mounted the plastic dick, sinking down onto it, moaning at the burning stretch of your walls. it had been a while since you had used this toy in particular, so adjusting was a bit more difficult than usual.

“that’s it, baby. keep going.” you began bouncing up and down on the toy, mewling as it pushed past your walls, the slight curve hitting your g spot. your essence covered the base of the dildo, glimmering under the lights in your room. you moaned out, rotating your hips to hit deeper inside, eyes watering at the blissful sensation as you continued riding.

getou tugged on the belt that was wrapped around your throat, the lack of oxygen only aiding your orgasm. tears streamed down your cheeks as you continued bouncing up and down on your dildo, never breaking eye contact with him as you moaned loudly.

“so fucking pathetic. i broke a slut like you without even touching you.” he laughed in your face, watching you flutter your eyes shut as you neared your orgasm, your cunt clenching around the toy. “a pathetic fucking slut. say it.” you felt a harsh sting hit your cheek, getou’s hand hitting your face caused more tears to sting at your eyes.

“‘m just a pathetic slut!” you cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body began to spasm in his hold, feeling yourself reach your climax, but your world came crashing down within an instant. Your eyes shot open, realizing getou had pulled the dildo out of your sopping hole. tears spilled out from your eyes, bottom lip quivering as you looked at the glistening toy held in his hands.

“aw, someone’s upset they didn't get to cum? Is that what you wanted, honey? You wanted to make yourself cum?” getou mocked, grinning as he watched you writhe and try to maneuver yourself out of the belt binding your hands behind your back.

“suguru, please! wanna cummm!” you sobbed, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the building pressure in your core. He hummed to himself before shoving the dildo into your mouth, watching you gag harshly at the sudden intrusion.

“that’s right, baby. clean up your fucking mess.” he goaded, holding your head in place as he fucked your throat with your own toy, mesmerized by the erotic sight of your saliva dripping down onto your breasts. you squeezed your eyes shut as you coughed around the toy, struggling to swallow around it and take it any further, but getou was determined for you to take the whole thing. he squeezed the back of your neck, praising you as you finally managed to fit all of it inside of your mouth for a few seconds before he pulled it out, leaving you gasping for air.

“you can’t even fit all of this in your mouth? well, how ya’ gonna take all of me?” he faux pouted, squishing your cheeks together to open your mouth before spitting onto your tongue. you moaned, swallowing his saliva and rocking back and forth on your heels.

“i wanna try.” you mumbled, looking up at him through your wet lashes.

“that’s adorable, honey. you won’t be able to take it all,” getou chuckled.

“y-yes i can. i can take it. pleasepleaseplease, suguru. i’ll be a good girl.” you nodded your head rapidly with glossy eyes, trying your best to reassure him that you could take all of him.

“i don’t think you deserve it. now where’s that damn vibrator?” he cooed, looking around your room until he spotted your pink wand vibrator laying on your nightstand. you whined as he crossed the room to grab it, pleading with him to just split you in half with his cock, but he ignored you. he lifted you off of the ground and tossed you onto the bed on your stomach, lifting your ass up in the air. before you even had a chance to react, vibrations shot up through your core as he pressed the vibrator to your swollen clit. you dug your face into the sheets, crying out as your tight hole clenched around nothing.

“you’re not gonna cum. do you understand?” you only managed to nod your head before getou delivered a sharp slap to your ass, jolting your body forward as you yelped.

“yes, suguru! i won’t cum!” you wailed, digging your fingernails into the palms of your hands that were still restrained behind your back. your arousal dripped down your thigh as getou turned the wand up, your mouth gaping open as your cunt spasmed.

“fuck, this pussy is so pretty, baby. i hope it tastes as good as it looks.” getou crouched down behind you, groping your ass and spreading it open, placing the vibrator directly on your clit before licking one long stripe up your slit. you shuddered as his tongue came in contact with your heat, the wet muscle working inside of your cunt. you moaned out, arching your back and pushing your ass against his mouth as he lapped up your juices, working in sync with the vibrator.

“mmmph—suguru, fuck! i c-can’t!” you sighed, your eyes crossing and tongue lolling out as he turned the vibrator setting up once again. he spanked your ass with his free hand, moaning in between your thighs at the sweet taste of your essence, massaging the flesh of your backside.

“yes, you can. if you want daddy’s cock, you can.” he muttered into your folds, his tongue wiggling in and out of you as he applied more pressure to your clit. your legs trembled as you your cunt contracted around his tongue, trying to stave off of your orgasm just at the thought of having getou buried inside of you. you were losing your mind, thoughts spinning in your head as getou’s assail on your cunt continued.

“can i p-please—fuuuck—can i please cum?” you pleaded as you attempted to inch away from the man. he grabbed your waist and pulled you back with a death like grip on your hips, burying his face in your cunt as he turned the vibrator up to the highest setting. the air was knocked from your lungs and you forgot how to form sentences, the stimulation becoming too much for you to handle.

“don’t fucking run from me. if you can’t take this, you can’t take my cock.” his hand brutally slapped your ass three times while he feasted on you like the last supper, slurping up your juices and spitting on your cunt, rubbing the vibrator on your poor little clit. “you still want daddy’s cock, don’t you?” you were drooling on the sheets, whispering “yes, daddy” over and over again, since those were the only two words your fucked out brain could manage to spew out.

getou hummed, experimenting as his thumb pressed against your puckered hole, letting it barely sink inside. you shook your head, knowing that if he pressed inside of your tight ass, you’d cum then and there.

“n-no. ‘s too much! let me-“ you halted mid sentence, your nails drawing blood from how hard they dug into your palm. your legs gave out as getou’s thumb bullied its way inside of your ass, holding it like an anchor. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body seized. you were so close to the edge, your orgasm clouding your mind.

“take it.” he pulled back from your cunt and spit in your asshole, sliding his thumb in and out before returning to your cunt. you shook your head no, smothering your face in the sheets to muffle your strained cries. “be a good girl and take it.”

“c-cum. p-please.” you stuttered, your voice just barely audible, flexing your hands behind your back to distract yourself from the pressure. getou turned the vibrator off and pulled away from your cunt, your slick decorating the lower half of his face. you collapsed onto the bed

“you think you deserve daddy’s cock now?” getou pulled on his belt that was still wrapped around your throat, lifting you back up. your mascara smeared on your cheeks and swollen lips parted, your eyes hanging low.

“yes, i’ll be good ‘n take it everythin’ you give me.” you panted out, almost too dazed to speak.

“everything, huh?” he smirked, his eyes darkening. “you might regret that, honey. satoru! c’mere.” your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at the doorway, the white haired man that you were practically drooling over earlier leaning against the doorframe.

“hi, sweet pea. miss me already?” gojo grinned, crossing the threshold to enter your bedroom. you swore he left when everyone else did, so how did he get in?

“h-how did y—“

“i left the door unlocked for him. you didn’t think i would keep you all to myself now, did you? not after you were practically dry humping satoru a few hours ago.” getou slid the belt off of your neck, rubbing your nape as you gawked up at gojo who was now towering over you, the bulge in his pants mere centimeters away from your face.

your cheeks ran hot, remembering rubbing your cunt up against gojo’s thigh as you sat in his lap, quietly getting yourself off while everyone was preoccupied with drinking games. however, getou was watching you from your kitchen. watching you muffle your moans with gojo’s shoulder. watching your eyes glaze over as you finally came, nuzzling your face into his neck. you remembered gojo’s slender fingers groping your ass as he whispered obscenities in your ear, telling you how he’d absolutely wreck you later on for being such a needy whore. he’d ruin you for leaving a wet patch on his pants because you were so drunk, you couldn’t contain yourself.

“such a pretty thing.” gojo pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, pulling it down before sliding it in between your lips. you sucked around the digit, looking up at him through your lashes. “you’re going to do what i say, right? be a good girl and do whatever suguru and i ask of you, right?” you nodded, feeling getou’s hands prop up your backside and arch your back. gojo’s thumb pressed down on your tongue, causing you to gag before he pulled it from your mouth, a string of spit connecting from your lip. suddenly, you felt something cold press against your puckered hole, eyes widening as something thick squeezed its way into your ass. you yelped out, falling forward as your arms gave out under you. getou chuckled behind you, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip as he sunk the lube covered heart shaped jewel butt plug further into your ass.

“sugu—haaah—fuck!” you cried out as gojo shushed you, stroking your hair before pressing his fingers into your scalp and yanking your head upwards. his cock twitched in his pants looking at your mouth gape open and your eyes crossing at the intrusion in your ass.

“open.” gojo demanded. you parted your lips and stuck your tongue out as he hucked a glob of spit onto your tongue, his free hand unbuttoning his pants to free his cock. “keep it right there for me. keep that tongue out.” his cock sprung out from his boxers, his hand gripping the base as he slapped it on your tongue a few times. you moaned out, drool pooling out of your open mouth as getou finally pushed the entire plug inside of you.

“look at this filthy fucking ass, satoru. never thought a slut like her would be so tight.” getou spanked your ass three times, leaving reddened handprints on your cheeks. your eyes watered at the stinging sensation, the tip of gojo’s cock resting on your tongue. you whined, fighting the urge to swallow gojo whole, your poor cunt feeling neglected from all the attention on your asshole. arousal dropped down your thigh as getou tugged on the plug, pulling it out halfway before pushing it back inside.

gojo pulled his cock from your mouth before glaring down at you. “spit on it.” your mouth hovered over his cock, decorating his length with the saliva he’d spit in your mouth a few moments earlier. your lips wrapped around us tip, flicking your tongue against the slit, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking his tip like a vacuum.

“shiiit—you nasty bitch. you can do better than that.” he pushed your head down to the base, his cock prodding at the back of your throat while you coughed and gagged around his length, your nose pressed up against his lower abdomen. your eyes watered as he bobbed your head up and down him, forcing you to fit all of him inside of your mouth. “breathe through your nose. you can take it,” he cooed.

getou slapped your folds with the tip of his cock, teasing you before sinking halfway into your wet heat from behind. his hands grabbed your hips, bending his leg up on the bed to fuck you. you moaned around gojo’s length, bucking your hips as getou continued his descent into your cunt, hissing as you spasmed around his length.

“squeezing me too fucking good, fucking slut. how many times did you touch yourself to the thought of me filling you up like this?” getou spat, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he finally thrusted his hips forward, slamming the rest of his cock into your hole. gojo’s cock slipped out of your mouth, a throaty yelp escaping your lips, followed by high pitched whimpers as getou slowly thrusted in and out of you, almost taking his length out of you completely before slowly sinking back into you, forcing you to feel every inch, ridge, and vein of his cock.

“suguruuu, i can’t! just fuck me, please.” you begged, attempting to push at getou’s abdomen with your hands still bound behind your back. getou took the opportunity to grab your clawing hands, pulling them closer to his body to arch your back even more.

“i’m not fucking you? you don’t feel my cock stretching you out baby? i thought you were gonna be a good girl and take what give you?” getou mocked, faux pouting as he continued his agonizing pace, slowly fucking you and just grazing your g spot. tears welled in your eyes as your mouth hung open, cunt spasming every time his cock brushed against your sweet spot. you hung your head low, cunt aching for getou to ram in and out of you like a madman.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop sucking my cock. c’mon.” gojo flared his nostrils while looking down at your lewd expression, rutting his hips back into your mouth. you choked on his cock, swallowing around his length as you sucked him dry to muffle your cries. he threw his head back letting out a low groan as his cock twitched in your mouth, his hand holding your neck in place as he fucked your throat.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as getou rammed his hips into you with more rigor, his tip prodding against your cervix with each thrust. he toyed with your butt plug, tugging at it and cursing under his breath at the sight.

“i don’t think any of those other cornballs you’ve fucked could make you—hah—make you feel this good, baby, hm? don’t you agree?” getou grunted, watching in awe as his cock disappeared inside of you, a ring of white cream forming at the base. you moaned around gojo’s length, shaking your head no as best as you could with his cock down your throat.

“you tryna milk me dry, y/n? fuck.” gojo moaned, cerulean eyes boring into yours as you continued sucking him off, coughing as he forced you all the way down once more. “shit…i’m gonna cum.”

you took his warning as a green light, hollowing out your cheeks and vacuuming his cock, your tongue running along the underside of his length. gojo’s jaw dropped, watching saliva pool out of your mouth, his cock pulsating in your mouth, the overwhelming sensation of your warm mouth enveloping his cock bringing him to his limit.

getou stopped thrusting into you, hips stilling inside of you as he smacked your ass. “c’mon, slut. bounce on daddy’s dick. don’t act like you don’t know what to do.” you began throwing your ass back on getou, your hips meeting his with the lewd sounds of skin slapping filling the room. getou’s cock dragged along your walls, his tip finally hitting your g spot since he’d entrusted you to set your own pace as you bounced on his dick.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck. be a good slut and swallow all my fucking cum.” gojo pushed your head down, shooting his load down your throat as his legs shook, his thick cum trickling down the back of your throat. you moaned at his warmth, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue. you released his cock from your mouth with a loud pop, bringing your lips right back to his tip and flicking your tongue on the slit, sucking only the tip. gojo furrowed his brows, your mouth sucking every last drop of his cum out. you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching as getou slapped your ass over and over, mesmerized by the way your ass rippled each time your hips met his.

you grinned, watching gojo look down at you in disgust as you licked the underside of his length, moving down to take his balls into your mouth and suck.

“oh fu—oh my god, fucking disgusting s-slut.” gojo stuttered, practically shoving you off of him, the overstimulation becoming too much. you lazily giggled, biting your bottom lip as you moaned. getou’s hands gripped your hips as he began thrusting again, moving even faster and penetrating you deeper than before.

“nnngh—suguru wait.” you cried out, not ready for the sudden change of pace. getou smirked, your cries only coaxing on his roughness. gojo’s hand swiped across your face before grabbing it and forcing you to look at him. he noticed your low whimpers and your bottom lip tucked into your mouth.

“mmm, you fucking like that don’t you? you like when i handle you just like this, don’t you?” gojo cooed, his hand coming back to tap your face. you nodded, eyes crossing as getou’s fingers found your clit, drawing circles on the swollen nub.

“yeah, she fucking likes it. this pretty pussy squeezes my cock whenever you hit her like that.” getou grunted, gritting his teeth as he staved off his orgasm until you came. “keep squeezing me just like that, baby, shit.” you felt his cock pulsate and twitch inside of you, your cunt gripping him as he continued thrusting into your g spot.

“suguru, pleaseee. can i cummm?” you mewled, eyes meeting gojo’s once more as your legs shook, cunt clenching in search of release. getou groaned, his fingers worked relentlessly on your clit as tears spilled down your face.

“ask satoru, honey. ask satoru if you can cum on daddy’s cock.”

“‘toru, c-can i please?” you whined, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“be a good slut and cream all over suguru’s cock.” gojo leaned down, his lips grazing against yours. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as getou’s cock hammered inside of you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. you cried out, cunt spasming around his length as euphoria showered your body. your arousal sprayed onto the sheets below as your body convulsed, incoherent babbles escaping your lips. the two men watched in awe as your spent body trembled, getou chasing his own release while you hit the end of your orgasm. his hips stuttered as he painted your insides white, his seed spilling out of your hole after he pulled out. your chest rose and fell quickly as you caught your breath, collapsing onto the bed as getou released your hips.

“doin’ so good for us.” getou praised, taking a seat next to you on the bed. his hand gently stroked your back before lifting you up and setting you on his lap, leaning back on the headboard. “spread those legs, let satoru see how pretty your cunt looks with my cum dripping out of you.” you languidly opened your legs, cunt on full display in front of gojo as getou’s seed seeped out of your clenching hole. you rolled your head back onto getou’s shoulder, his hands gripping the insides of your thigh to pry them open even more.

“don’t get sleepy now. we’re not done, baby.” gojo leaned closer to your body, taking two fingers and slipping them inside of your cunt to plug getou’s leaking seed. you writhed, moaning at his fingers scissoring inside of you. getou chuckled, leaving chaste kisses on your neck while massaging your thighs. gojo pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them to your lips. you opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his digits in, sucking getou’s cum off of them.

“i know you want more. the way you’re sucking on my fingers like the insatiable whore you are.” you moaned around his fingers at his degrading words, your cunt clenching and spilling out the seed that gojo had just stuffed back into you. his fingers left your mouth as he lined himself up with your entrance before plunging into your wetness, groaning at your cunt wrapping around him. you arched off of getou’s chest, mewling at his cock moving deep inside of you.

“shit, you didn’t tell me how good this pussy felt.” satoru gasped, slamming his hips into you with abandon. he couldn’t control himself the moment his cock sank inside of you, your velvety walls sucking him.

“f-fuck, ‘toru it—“ you interrupted your sentence with a gasp as getou pulled the butt plug out of your ass, his free hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing at the sides.

“i think this pretty ass is ready to be fucked, hm?” getou turned your head to side, crashing his lips onto yours as you moaned in his mouth. he lifted your hips up and pried your hole open with his cock, slowly sinking you back down until he was fully bottomed out. gojo’s thrusts had paused, being so kind as to allow you to adjust to this foreign feeling. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you squirmed in between them. gojo was longer, but getou was thicker. gojo was deeper inside of you, but getou’s girth was painfully stretching out your ass.

“i can’t. ‘s too much.” you whimpered, pushing off of getou with your hands behind your back, but getou wasn’t having it. his grip on your throat tightened, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

“aw, what happened to taking what i give you? weren’t you beggin’ for my cock earlier? well, you got it now. be. grateful.” he accompanied both of his last two words with harsh thrusts up into your ass, grunting at how tight your unused hole was. you wailed out and nodded, tears rolling down your eyes at the intensity.

“y-yes. ‘m grateful for both of your cocks. feel so full.” you squeezed your eyes shut, heart beating inside of your chest as two resumed thrusting in and out of you. gojo pushed your knees to your chest to fuck into you deeper, moaning as his cock dragged along your walls, rubbing against getou’s cock buried deep into your ass. your ankles were next to your ears, getou’s hands holding your ass and gojo’s pressing the back of your knees to your chest.

“you look so pretty like this. stuffed full of both of our cocks, and look. can see my cock in your tummy, baby.” gojo pressed his forehead on yours, both of you looking down in between your bodies at the bulge that appeared in your stomach with every thrust. your mouth fell open and your cunt spasmed at the sight, unable to peel your eyes away from it as you whimpered.

the way their cocks split you in half was maddening. their thrusts alternated, always keeping you full no matter what hole. it was mind fucking and your head was spinning in circles from the stimulation.

“gonna—gonna cum!” you moaned, tongue lolling out of your mouth as they both continued assaulting your cunt faster. getou slapped your thigh as he held it, fingers digging into your flesh as your ass continued sucking him in, feeling impossibly tight around him.

both men’s grunts and groans were melodic, sounding like music to your ears which aided to your impending climax. you tensed up, body freezing up as euphoria shot through your entire body, cunt twitching as you came. your essence sprayed onto gojo’s lower abdomen as you rode out your high, mind blanking.

you closed your eyes for what you thought was a few seconds, but as you opened your eyes, you found yourself pressed against getou’s chest as he held you up by your knees with your legs spread wide open. he leaned against the wall, peeking over your shoulder at gojo who was kneeling in between your legs. you didn’t remember switching positions, mind still fuzzy from your orgasm. had you gone unconscious?

you jolted in getou’s hold as gojo licked one long strip up your slit, gathering all of your cum and his on his tongue.

“wh—“ you rested your head on getou’s shoulder as he whispered praises in your ear, reassuring you that you could give them another couple orgasm because you’re their good girl. gojo lapped up your arousal, sucking on your clit while he stroked his own dick, moaning in between your legs. after he was done feasting, he stood up and squeezed your cheeks together, your lips parting just enough for him to slowly spit some of your cum and his into your mouth. getou cursed at the nasty scene in front of him, watching you obediently swallow the cum.

“that’s a good fucking girl.” gojo cooed, smiling as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“need more, please.” you begged, wriggling in getou’s hold anxiously, needing to feel as full as you did moments ago. it was addicting and you needed more.

“turn her around.” gojo told getou as he licked his lips, eyes focused on your dripping cunt. you whined as getou placed you on the ground only to spin you around facing him. he lifted you up by your thighs as gojo pressed his chest against your back, his cock pressing into your lower back.

“tell us what you want, baby.” getou’s cock prodded at your entrance, teasing you as you whimpered, glossy eyes peering up at him.

“want you both to stuff all of my holes, please. want you to cum inside of me & make me yours.” it was almost pathetic how needy you were for these two men. of all the partners you had been with, none of them held a candle to getou and gojo. the pair talked down on you like you were street garbage, but fucked you like it was their last time to show you how much they adored you. you absolutely loved it.

“like this?” gojo’s cock slowly disappeared into your ass while getou did the same in your cunt. almost immediately after they bottomed out, you felt the need to cum. this new position allowed their cocks to penetrate deeper inside of you than before.

“ohhhh god.” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as your head dropped onto gojo’s shoulder. the men began pounding into you relentlessly, showing no remorse. they hadn’t been so kind as to allow you to adjust before they started their assail. you couldn’t even moan, only uttering pathetic whimpers and choked out gasps, the breath constantly being knocked out of your lungs. any sentences you tried to form were reduced to broken words and stutters, your brain struggling to keep up with the intensity. your legs were flailing around in the air over getou’s arms, moving like jello with every thrust. you couldn’t even register the degrading things gojo and getou were saying to you, far too deep in bliss to understand, only recognizing the grunts and groans falling from their lips.

“you still with us, sweet pea? or did we flip a switch in that empty brain of yours?” gojo teased, hissing at your tight hole squeezing him in, his cock rubbing against getou’s through your thin walls.

“nnngh—uh huh.” you mewled, excitedly bouncing up and down on their cocks to meet their harsh thrusts. your cunt continuously contracting around getou’s cock, his furious thrusts and throbbing cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. you knew you wouldn’t last long with them ramming into you like this, but you had little to no warning when an orgasm washed over you, body twitching and back arching as your arousal gushed out of you. you swore you came for more than two minutes, muscles spasming and legs shaking as gojo and getou continued plunging into you while they chased their own release.

getou came first, filling up your asshole with his load while sucking on your neck, leaving his mark on your body. gojo followed shortly after, painting your walls white with his seed, moaning out your name as his hips stilled. the three of you stayed in this same position for a few moments, collecting yourselves and gathering the energy to move.

“fucking best pussy i’ve ever had. i can see why everyone raves on about you.” gojo chuckled, placing kisses on your neck and collarbone while getou did the same on the other side.

“i think we might have to keep you for ourselves. keep you as our own personal slut. i don’t want anyone else touching this pussy.” getou reached behind your back, removing the belt binding your hands together. a wave of relief washed over you as you felt your wrists being freed. you brought your hands out from behind your back and laced your fingers through both men’s hair, sighing out in pleasure as both their lips were attached to your neck, kissing and sucking on every inch of skin. you nodded, gasping as getou and gojo slipped their cocks out of you, their cum dribbling out of your fucked out holes while they gently let you down. your legs just about gave out from how sore they were, cunt aching as you wobbled over to your bed. you collapsed on the sheets, sighing out as you rolled onto your back, looking at gojo and getou standing at the end of the bed.

“hope we didn’t go too hard on you, sweet pea.” gojo took a seat on the bed next to you, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb before bringing your hand up to his lips for a kiss. you shook your head and lazily smiled with your eyes still shut.

“was really good,” you mumbled, looking over at getou who was throwing his clothes back on. your eyebrows furrowed as you sat up a bit, wondering why he was getting dressed. you knew they wouldn’t stay long, but you didn’t think he’d be leaving this early.

“sugy, where you going?” you asked, your bottom lip quivering. gojo chuckled to himself, laying down next to you.

“i’m not leaving if that’s what you were wondering. i figured you’d be hungry so i was gonna grab something to eat for us. we can watch a movie or something when i get back.” he reassured, walking over to you and giving you a quick peck as he stroked your hair. you exhaled, not realizing you were holding your breath the entire time.

“he told you, you’re ours now. we wouldn’t leave you high and dry like that. now come on, i’ll let you rest a little before suguru comes back.” gojo pulled you down to his chest, his finger running up and down your bare spine as getou left. you smiled as you drifted off to sleep with gojo’s hands roaming your body.

gojo looked down at your sleeping body and hummed to himself, glad that he and suguru had finally made you theirs. though before today, you had never even gave gojo a second glance, gojo was always in the background. getou’s several failed attempts and sleazy schemes had finally paid off. you would only spread your legs for them and no one else.

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— 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝒀

✘ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sakusa kiyoomi x female reader

✘ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, virgin kller!yoomi

✘ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k

✘ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, degradation and light dumbification, dom!kiyoomi, virginity loss, mentions of toy usage, an*l, light guilt tripping, usage of the petname “bunny” and “kitten”

✘ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Kiyoomi Sakusa has always wanted one thing and one thing only.

At first, Kiyoomi doesn’t understand.

He doesn't realize.

Or better said, he simply can’t comprehend as to why you would be this persistent to deny him your pretty little pussy every single time.

Usually, Yoomi doesn't really care about the virgin princesses he’s fucked; there’s a reason everyone on campus has been calling him the virgin killer for literal years now.

Sakusa Kiyoomi has always wanted one thing and one thing only.

But you? You are...different.

You’re cuter, prettier, more bearable than the others he’s played with. You’re also just the right amount of dumb to fall for a guy like him; believing him every single one of his sugarcoated lies and placing yourself in the palm of his hand without him having to do much work.

He doesn’t really think much of it; he tries to convince himself that you’re just another one of his little virgin trophies, another name on his mental list.

Well, at least, that’s what he thought, that’s what he wanted to think — until you slowly took over him in the worst yet sweetest way possible.

He doesn’t know how, when or why but just like that, Kiyoomi finds himself getting lost in thoughts of you. They start to wander to you a lot more than he would ever admit; his mind filled with your little moans and whimpers, as well as the way you look extra cute when you start crying because of how much he’s been overstimulating you. And by the time he realizes that his hands are literally craving the feeling of your soft flesh in his palms, he knows he’s a goner.

But — sooner or later, Kiyoomi realizes you’re playing a game, though he has yet to figure out, what kind of game it is and how he can outplay your pretty, dumb little self.

So now, every time you straddle his lap in nothing but your cute little panties, begging to rub yourself against his hard cock, Yoomi knows you don’t do it with the intention of actually taking him inside of you.

No matter how close he gets to feel your sweet cunt, you say just the right things to make him back out of it. You start talking about how you want to wait just a little longer or whining about how you’re so, so close to cumming and won’t get to finish if the pain gets too much.

And Kiyoomi knows. For God’s sake, he knows you only say those things to make him get addicted to you and the thought of finally breaking you but there’s just something holding him back as soon as those soft little pleas fill his ears.

Only by the time the haze of pleasure and arousal is gone, does yoomi actually realize what you’ve done and all he can do is throw his head back, stare at your panties in his hand and think of ways to get back at you.

And the worst part of it all is, you know he’s not just going to let you go and give up, because...Sakusa Kiyoomi has never given up.

He’s always found a way to get what he wants and he’s determined to stop you from being his first failure.

You have no idea where this is going and how it’s going to end; all you know is that you’re not going to be just another one to him. You want Kiyoomi Sakusa to be obsessed with you, want him to remember you forever and when you find out that he hasn’t fucked anyone in literal weeks, you know you’ve got him.

But little do you know that he’s also got you exactly where he wanted you.

You might have played well in the beginning, but at the end of the day, you’re nothing but a dumb, cockhungry little kitten and Kiyoomi has made it his goal to remind you of that.

“Now, baby…”, he whispers against your lips, his breathing a little heavier than usual as he tries to stay calm and not get too affected by the way you’re rubbing yourself against him like a girl gone mad, “you don’t want me to fuck that tight little princess cunt, is that right?”

You start nodding in response to his question, your eyes roaming his breathtakingly beautiful features, your heart clenching at the sight of his flushed cheeks and blown out pupils. You let out a bunch of soft hums of approval as you continue to move your hips, the tip of his clothed cock hitting your sensitive little clit in just the right way.

Kiyoomi chuckles at your calm reaction, both of you absolutely used to this exact question now that it has been literal weeks and all you do is smile at him in return, your soft gaze meeting his.

“Alright, okay. If that’s what you want, pretty girl”, Yoomi suddenly sighs, placing a row of soft kisses on your neck, his slim fingers softly grazing the skin of your lower back, dangerously close to the hem of your panties.

You don’t know if it’s his tone, his voice or the way he looks at you with his usually so strict eyes gleaming with amusement, but something about the way he says those words has your head spinning.

“Don’t look at me like that, bunny”, he chuckles, one of his hands finally slipping underneath the fabric of your panties and harshly groping your ass, eliciting a soft asp from you just like that, “I know how precious your little bunny cunt is, I can’t even blame you for not letting me fuck you”, his words seem comforting and understanding, but you’ve had enough time to figure him out to know that Kiyoomi doesn’t just say these things without any further intentions.

“Though, you’re always the one talking about how badly you want to feel stuffed full and how you’ve tried to fuck yourself with your pretty little toy just to get there when I could easily give you what you crave, Baby”, and as those words fall past his plump, slightlly swollen lips, you can’t help but gulp.

Sometimes you forget how attentive Yoomi is and how he never forgets anything you say as he’s making you fall apart on his tongue or his fingers and in moments like these you don’t known if you hate or love him for that.

“Come on, Yoomi, j-just say what’s on your mind and lets get it over with”, you pout, rolling your eyes at the way his plump lips stretch into a shit eating grin.

And that’s the exact moment you feel it.

The tip of his finger gently grazing over your puckered little hole; it’s barely there but enough to make your cunt clench in utter despair.

“If you aren’t going to let me fuck your little bunny cunt, you should at least let me make you my personal little analslut, hm? That way you can keep your little virgin hole all clean and pure for the guy you think deserves it”, Kiyoomi mumbles against the corner of your mouth, his finger circling your little hole as the two of you skillfully ignore the way you’re staining his sweats through your panties.

For a good minute, you can’t do anything but look at him.

You try your best to regain your composure but no matter what, you find yourself craving the feeling of being filled in every way possible by nobody but the campus’ biggest virgin killer...of all people.

However, there’s this tiny voice in the back of your head which has you hesitating.

You feel shivers running down your spine when Kiyoomi gently presses the tip of his finger against your tight hole, your heart thrumming in your throat at the mere thought of the stretch and the pain it comes with.

And that’s without thinking about just how big Sakusa is; his impressive size in length as well as in girth makes your head spin and your cunt clench like crazy.

You know you can take him in your pussy, your toys are almost as big as he is and of course he knows that. He’s used them on you before, edging and overstimulating you for literal hours after you sent him a voice mail of your little moans and he had promised to make you regret it.

“Don’t think about it too much, Baby”, Yoomi’s deep voice suddenly pulls you back into reality, his eyes attentively roaming the way you’ve furrowed your brows as you got lost in your thoughts, “and did you know that I never fuck my virgin trophies in that hole? You’ll be the first.”

And as your brain processes those exact words, your whole body stops functioning.

You know he’s only saying this because he’s aware of how much you hate his title around campus and how you’ve been trying so hard to be more than just another trophy. You know he’s fucked girls in the ass before, he’s told you about it when the two of you were looking for porn on his phone. He explained how his first two girlfriends back in his freshman year wanted to give it a try, so he agreed to it — he wanted to make them happy after all.

And as that conversation flashes through your mind, you remember the way he had thrown his head back in annoyance as he talked about both of them cheating on him, basically turning him into what he is now and how he’s not done any of those crazy things with his little virgin princesses.

You hate the way you feel yourself crumbling underneath his soft touches, his gentle kisses and the soft brown of his usually so stoic eyes.

But if it’s so bad- if he’s such a bad guy like everyone always makes him to be, why is it so easy to believe him and why does it feel so good?

“F-First?”, you whisper, your hands tightly gripping the fabric of his shirt as you look up at him with needy eyes, your whole body completely tense from how much you’ve been holding yourself back.

You can tell how Kiyoomi’s trying to hold back a sneaky smirk, his lips grazing your jawline before he moves them to the shell of your ear.

“Mhm”, he hums in approval, pressing the tip of his finger a tiny bit into your puckered hole, chuckling softly when you gasp for air at the foreign feeling, “never had enough patience with any of them. Took what I wanted and left because it was never about making them mine.”

Fucking son of a whore.

Of course he’s saying all the things he knows you want to hear, after all he’s had weeks to figure out what you want from him and he’s definitely not going to play his cards without being completely sure about your reaction.

Sakusa lets out a row of soft sighs at the way you hesitate. He’s convinced he’s going to have both of your holes stuffed full of his cum by the time he’s done with you, he just has to be patient.

And as you let your eyes roam his sharp features, your hands tightly gripping the sides of his shirts and your brows furrowed in confusion, you can’t help but push your lips into a little pout.

“Seems like this will be one of our last nights together then, hm?”, you reply with a gentle smile, making Sakusa tilt his head to the side as he tries to understand the meaning behind your words.

“Oh, come on,Kiyoomi”, the tone in your voice is playful, the gleam in your eyes a mixture of genuine sadness and...excitement as well as the fact you didn’t address him by his first name the way you usually do it – and neither one of those things making it easier for him to read you, “we both know you’re going to fuck my ass, cum in my pussy and that’s where we end. And honestly? I’m okay with it! We’ve been doing this for so long, we both are ready for a change. We both got what we wanted and I guess this is the right time to-”, but Kiyoomi is rather quick to interrupt you as soon as he realizes where you’re going with that.

“Now now, bunny, you gotta learn how to listen”, he grunts and wraps his big fingers around you delicate throat, his grip firm enough to have you lightheaded but not too tight for you to struggle for air, “I said I want to make you my little analslut...I still want to fuck that pretty virgin cunt of yours, don’t worry but right now? Right now I can only think about using your little ass until all you can think about is having that little hole stuffed to the brim with my cum. I’ve had you begging for my cock down your throat, do you really think the other holes are a challenge to me?”, Kiyoomi’s words are dangerous; the way he lets his plump lips graze yours as he speaks in combination with his finger still circling your asshole manage to drive you absolutely crazy.

“But-”, “Don’t worry, pretty one”, he just chuckles and gently kisses your lips, “I will make you a slut for my cock, doesn’t matter which one of your holes it is.”

And just as usual, Kiyoomi Sakusa is determined to keep his promise.

You actually have no idea how much time has already passed by since the night of Kiyoomi fucking your ass for the first and definitely not last time.

It wasn’t as painful as you thought it would be and after cumming for an hour right before Kiyoomi had finally shifted his attention to your other hole, you were way too fucked out to simply acknowledge the pain.

The only thing you remembered the next morning was the feeling of Kiyoomi’s strong arms tightly wrapped around your waist and his thick cum sticking to the insides of your thighs and your sore pussy.

And it was that exact feeling of being stuffed and marked by none other than the campus’ infamous virgin killer which made it oh so easy for you to become even more addicted.

Which is why you’ve started spending almost every single one of your weekends in Kiyoomi’s dorm room, his cock balls deep buried in one of your holes as you beg him to just please finally fuck your cunt.

Because after your little conversation that night, Kiyoomi has decided to finally outplay you and is now the one to deny you the delicious feeling of having your virgin cunt fucked.

But after several weeks of him cumming inside of you, his name the only thing to fall past his swollen lips and his strong arms firmly wrapped around your waist, you know he’s slowly been giving into his and your urges to finally cross the line you've both been toying with ever since the beginning of your little arrangement.

Not only because he hasn’t fucked a pussy in literal months, but also because of the way he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit and your clenching cunt every single time right before he moves to fuck your asshole.

And just as usual, Kiyoomi is shoving your drool and tear covered face into the sheets with familiar vigor, your whole body basically used to the feeling of his tight grips and yet gentle touches on your skin to the point where they feel comforting.

“Y-Yoomi”, your voice is strained and breathless, you barely manage to whimper out his name and no matter how hard you try to, with every single one of his hard thrusts, you lose your train of barely existent thoughts yet again.

And Sakusa can’t help but let out a loud groan at the way you struggle to say his name, let alone form proper sentences.

The feeling of your tight hole sucking him in again and again and again is more than just enough to leave him absolutely lightheaded in itself already.

“Hm? What is it, little slut? Are you going to say something or have I fucked you completely stupid already?”, he chuckles from behind you, his big hands caressing the soft skin of your ass and pulling the cheeks apart to watch the way his big cock disappears in your tiny hole and if it wasn’t for his absolute self control, he would have lost his composure minutes ago.

But could you really blame him if he did?

How is he supposed to stay calm and composed when he’s got such a pretty, needy little slut all to himself; a virgin so needy she’s cumming from having her tight little asshole fucked.

“Please, Yoomi”, you whimper, a soft sob following right after as the pleasure slowly takes over every part of your rational thinking and you feel yourself falling in the deepest parts of your delicious haze, “i need you to f-fuck my cunt.”

At those words, Kiyoomi can’t help but stop in his tracks.

He’s heard it several times in the past few weeks but this time seems to be different. There seems to be a different kind of despair swimming in your words, a different kind of want echoing in your tone which makes Kiyoomi’s heart thrumming in his ears in a way he’s never experienced before.

It feels like this time you’re absolutely determined to have him where you’ve been craving him the most and after fighting the urge to give in for so long, he’s finally reached his limit.

On the other side, however, he’s still not quite ready to let go of the feeling of stuffing your cute little asshole full of his cum no matter how tempting it is, but after all – Kiyoomi has always been one to get what he wants.

“Ssh, it’s okay, my pretty analslut”, he bends over to whisper the words into your ear, hissing at the way you start clenching once you manage to actually process them, “how about I fill up your cute little ass...and your angel cunt, hm? How does that sound, baby?”

For a short second, Kiyoomi overtjinks his decision yet he never once stops the movements of his hips, thrusting his cock into your ass in a steady rhythm and making sure to tease your sensitive clit with his long fingers every now and then.

He knows you’re too fucked out to even think about his suggestion; unable to even close your mouth as moan after moan escapes your sore throat with every single one of his hard thrusts.

A mixture of tears and spit covering your cheeks and you can’t even hold your eyes open and to Kiyoomi you’ve never looked prettier.

“I don’t care”, you suddenly say, the words absolutely slurred and barely coherent, “it hurts, Yoomi – I just need you.”

And it’s that sentence and the way you reach behind to wrap your pretty fingers around his delicate wrist which finally makes Kiyoomi lose every last bit of his patience.

“That’s it”, is the only thing he grunts before he slowly pulls out and lets out another hiss at the lack of pressure around his throbbing cock. Kiyoomi skillfully ignores your whines and barely understandable complaints, the only thing on his mind is finally getting to feel the warmth of your cunt; something he’s been craving for way too long even if he refuses to admit it to himself.

It’s not much work for Sakusa to push you onto your back and pull your legs over his shoulders but once he finally gets to slide his cock through the wet flesh of your cunt, he finds it incredibly hard to keep his cool.

And of course your nails digging into the skin of his forearms in an attempt to pull him closer to you is absolutely no help.

“Are you ready, princess?”, Kiyoomi mumbles softly as he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing the thick tip slowly inside before he looks up at you with flushed cheeks and glossy eyes; a sight he hasn’t let you witness before and in combination with his soft voice and the question of reassurance, you can’t help but cry just a little bit harder.

Although Sakusa and you have never talked about it before, there’s definitely been a change in emotions and demeanor towards each other in these past few weeks and it’s the tiny, maybe even meaningless pet name which makes you realize that maybe he does mean a little more to you than you would have liked to admit.

“Mhm”, you can’t get yourself to speak, a sound of approval the only thing you manage to respond with and Kiyoomi knows exactly why you refuse to use your words, yet all he does is reach for your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours before he pins them down next to your head.

“Open your eyes”, Sakusa suddenly demands, “come on, princess, be good for me and open those pretty eyes, yeah? I want you to look at me when I make you my little slut.”

And without even missing a beat, your eyes shoot open and the familiar yet foreign feeling of your cunt slowly being stretched finally overwhelms every nerve in your body.

Kiyoomi’s gaze never once leaves your face; his eyes attentively watching the way your lips stretch into an almost perfect shaped ‘O’ the more he pushes into you and he wholeheartedly takes in your breathtaking sight.

For a moment he hates himself for thinking something as soft and genuine but as soon as he feels the warmth of your tight cunt slowly indulge him, every other thought is being thrown away.

By the time he finally bottoms out, you’re gasping for air whereas Kiyoomi struggles to maintain his composure any longer.

“Yoomi”, your whisper and try to slowly move your hips against his, the lack of movement making the pain of the stretch barely bearable.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you”, he’s quick to respond, his sweaty curls falling into his flushed face as he slowly pulls himself up to kneel in between your legs, his cock balls deep buried inside of your spasming pussy, “tell me if it hurts, yeah? You know I love seeing you cry but I want you to let me know if the pain gets too much.”

You answer him with a row of nods, tears streaming down your temples as you look up at him with needy eyes.

And then Kiyoomi finally starts moving. He slowly pulls his cock out of your cute cunt, gulping at the sight of your juices coating the whole of his length before he pushes back in, starting with the tip and quickly bottoming out to make sure you adjust to his size as quickly as possible.

It doesn’t take long for him to find a steady rhythm, his hips moving in a way you’re way too familiar with and at the comforting sound of his skin meeting yours, you lose yourself in the delicious feeling of finally being filled just how you’ve been craving it.

“That’s my good little slut”, Kiyoomi grunts and buries his face in your neck, littering the soft skin in open mouthed kisses, “f-fuck you feel so much better than I imagined”, and with this he’s letting you know just how much you’re affectinh him.

Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t usually one to praise someone more than needed but with you he just seems to be a completely different person anyway.

You watch him pull away yet again, his hands reaching for your ankles before he guides your legs around his waist to set himself a pröwrfecg view on the way your cunt is taking the shape of his big cock.

His hungry gazes and needy grips make it so much easier for you to let go of every thought which might distract you from the feeling of being stuffed to the brim with his cock and you’re more than grateful about it.

“Now now, stay with me, princess”, Kiyoomi groans, puckers his lips and lets a thick drop of spit fall right onto your overly sensitive clit before he starts rubbing hard circles into the nub.

“F-Feels too good, Kiyo”, you whisper and reach for his wrist, a habit of yours he’s come to like a lot more than he’d like but ever time he feels your fingers on his skin, he can’t help but smile softly at how lost you actually seem to be.

“I know, angel”, he sighs in response, slowing down the pace of his thrusts and opting to go deeper, making sure to hit your sweet spot with his tip as many times as possible, “are you gonna cum for me? Think you can do that, baby?”

At this point his words are like little triggers, pushing you deeper and deeper into the delicious cloud of absolute pleasure and without missing a beat, you let out a row of high pitched moans and move your hips faster against his hand, nervously anticipating the waves of your high finally crashing down onto you.

And just when your foggy gaze meets Kiyoomi’s does it finally snap and you feel yourself tumble over the edge with your head first.

From then on, everything turns into a blur of pleasure.

Loud grunts, deep groans, high pitched moans and incoherent whimpers fill the thick air of Kiyoomi’s room and despite your body’s continuing state of ecstasy do you still force yourself to keep your eyes open just to watch the way Kiyoomi is slowly losing himself.

“There you go, that’s my good girl”, he breathes weakly, his thrusts growing sloppier, less controlled and a lot needier than before, indicating just how close he is.

“P-Please, Kiyo”, you let your hands wander over his toned chest, “w-want you to be the first to fill up my cunt. Want it so bad..”

“Yes, fuck, yes”, his grip on your waist tightens and he thrusts into you one last time before he throws his head back with a guttural moan and finally cums inside of you with three thick spurts coating your cunt in creamy shades of white.

It takes you both a good few minutes to catch your breaths but even after several seconds filled with heavy breaths, the aftermath of your orgasm still sends shivers down your body.

But once you do regain your composure as good as possible, you finally let all those thoughts of what might happen now consume you and literal panic washes over you, leaving you breathless yet again.

“Don’t go there, pretty girl”, Kiyoomi suddenly whispers, places a soft kiss on your neck and then lifts his head to look at you with nothing but affection gleaming in the dark color of his eyes, “we’ll figure it out, yeah?”

And for the first time ever since you’ve met, there’s no part of you which doubt him because Sakusa Kiyoomi always stands behind his words.

✘ 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: so, this was inspired by the virgin kller!yoomi ask my beautiful baby @honeymaki sent me so credits for the inspo go to my pretty baby kitty! and i also wanna dedicate this to my baby @s-ugas just because she deserves the world

— A/N: thank you for all the love and support; please feel free to leave any kind of feedback. all the love x zade

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⁺　 ୨୧ . ᕀ SUGARSTREAM ♡ | ˚｡꒰ gojo satoru x female reader ᨀ ꒱ minors do not interact ᨀ w.c 9.2k˓˓ explicit smut, camgirl!reader, fanboy!gojo, virgin killer!gojo, cherry chasing, sex toys, anal play, candy play [ gojo fucks the reader with a lollipop ], virgin kink, corruption, teasing, cum play, age gap [ gojo is 33 + reader is in 20s ], fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, dumbification, praise, orgasm control. ˚｡ SUMMARY ᨀ gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth, an insane amount of money to spend on his favorite camgirl and most importantly, a dick that corrupts innocent girls for life.

gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth.

he can always be seen ordering a frappuccino with five pumps of caramel syrup and extra whipped cream at starbucks, showing up to morning training with an entire platter of chocolate dipped berries, or suckling a tootsie pop with obscenely inappropriate noises during important meetings because the components in sugar stimulates his brain, giving the right amount of rush someone like him needs to keep sane.

his credit card is most swiped at sweet shoppes and random souvenir stands that sell his favorite melon sugar cubes, or the zunda and cream kikufuku he likes so much.

because his appetite for the sweeter things in life is insatiable.

that's why it isn't a surprise he developed a craving for you. he's always had a greedy taste for doe-eyed young women and you happened to be exactly his type. saccharine smile, giggly laugh, and a head full of bubblegum. ijichi kiyotaka's sweet little apprentice who skipped through the halls eating strawberry hi-chews for lunch instead of proper meals, wearing tiny little skirts and rootbeer flavored lip gloss just to torment gojo into wanting to lick it onto his tastebuds.

pure and lovely, you've become his favorite sugar rush.

and with the help of pop culture and social media, he can have a sample before he finally buys the product.

RECENT TWEET FROM @xoyoursweetenerxo: i'll be streaming in 10 mins wearing new lingerie! come take a peek at pixelme.jp/sweetener

that's the alert that begins gojo's unraveling, rolling into his notification center. his heart kicks up an irritating notch when he flips his phone over in his hand and reads your username on the screen. he can feel the curious eyes of his three former students on his back as they trail him down the hall, but he has tunnel vision and cotton ears, their incessant chatter echoing in one ear and out the other.

“gojo-sensei, did you hear anything i just said?” megumi snaps, his annoyed tone barely registering.

“i heard a rumor that he finally has a girlfriend now, that's why he's always so distracted,” nobara gossips into yuuji's ear, the two casting a long, knowing glance at their mentor.

“so it's like that?”

“it's like that.”

“what were you saying?” gojo asks distractedly, lifting one side of his blindfold to unlock his phone, bringing up the twitter app. his main account loads first and he spares a single glance to nanami's weekend vacation update, two for tsukumo straddling her motorbike in hokkaido, and none for aoi ranting about takada's dating rumors at the top of his timeline.

he never hears megumi's reply because he's too busy switching to his private account, an empty lurker with a black photo. eager to click your profile.

tonight's stream invitation is pinned at the top, decorated with pink hearts but he ignores that for now. making sure to hold his phone at an angle his nosy ass kids can't peek at, a long pale finger swipes up to bring the scroll down to a spam of grwm selfies you just posted, a ritual before your streams. you're cute as a button in each one, but it's the last one— on hands and knees, ass pointed to the camera—that makes him groan, the sound covered up by an exaggerated sneeze.

“um, gross!” nobara screeches at him, folding her arms and leaning away. “you sounded like a middle aged dad.”

satoru stops his long stride suddenly, masking his irritation by reaching into his pocket for his wallet, flipping the leather open for a spare credit card. he hands it to kugisaki with a pat on her head, grinning when she slaps his hand down and pockets his card without question.

“you know what? mission’s canceled for tonight!” he cheers, already heading in the opposite direction, shooting finger guns. he's eager to get away from his kids and to his office where he can concentrate on your stream. “go out without me and have fun!”

he waves off their confused looks, disappearing in a flash. attention glued to his phone like a teenaged boy. the sorcerer feels his cock twitch to life in his pants the longer he stares at your picture. you're wearing a skater dress that barely covers your plump ass, giving your twitter followers a tease of soft skin and cute stretch marks on the back of your thighs.

he knows that if he wants to see more, like the devastating visual of your slit spread around your favorite dildo, he'll have to join the stream and tip up.

not many people know about your other life. the angel who brings in sponge cake and iced coffee each morning to gojo, who shyly refuses to meet his stare whenever he walks into the room, unable to stand the intensity of his flirtations, is a camgirl with views high enough to land you in the top rated tab. people tipped you good and in return, you let them control your pleasure.

and gojo satoru is your biggest fan.

he hadn't been stalking when he found out. he'd just been passing by one of the staff rooms with the intention of terrorizing ijichi and found you instead, boldly streaming from your phone, whispering i bought my first vibrator! should i try it at work?

those annoying hot girls in your area, click for more! ads weren't needed because gojo had never made an account so fast.

and if he tuned into your grainy stream from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, phone camera positioned in an upskirt shot of you struggling to fit the small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? mind your business.

he unlocks the door to his office now, shutting himself in before he clicks the streaming link, letting his phone redirect to the site so he can log in.

username: honoredone89 password: hollowedout28

"is the stream stable? hi, welcome! we'll get started soon."

the sound of your airy, girlish voice rings out from his phone as he falls into a leather lounge chair. you're streaming from your room this evening, dressed in frilly and frothy lingerie and a pair of lacy thigh highs, sitting up on your knees on a bed draped in a white gossamer canopy.

rosy led lights wash out the pretty tone of your skin in a soft pink glow, selling your sweet and innocent image. gojo figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like worker bees to honey.

“how's my apprenticeship? it's going so good, thank you!” you answer a comment from one of your regulars, waving shyly at the viewers pouring into the virtual room.

“this won't be a long stream since i have to wake up early tomorrow, but...” you prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count. gojo's attention is drawn to the plump swell of your breasts in your bralette. god, he wants to run his lips all over the lace so bad; tonguing and biting over your nipples through the flimsy fabric until they're bitten raw. “while we wait for more to join, what did you boys do today-”

“ah, shoot. i almost forgot!” you gasp, twisting around to lean out of the canopy; opening the drawer on the nightstand.

as you rummage around, bent over, you accidentally allow your fans to admire the panties you're wearing. crotchless and lacy, the clips of a garter attached to your stockings. the backshot gives him a perfect peek at the shadowed seam of your pussy too, the little scraps of fabric on the front kissing your clit.

but more importantly, he can see the heart-shaped glass plug buried in the dip of your ass.

oh. well, when did you get that?

his tastebuds water, sweet tooth waking up for cravings. a quick decision made that he will stop holding himself back and get a taste of you, that he will be the end to your innocence.

in2feet chatted: this is boring hurry up and get naked

nakedman chatted: location? i'd fuck your ass so good kitten

it was obviously unintentional because your look of ditzy confusion is too cute when you turn around with the matching dildo, shaped like a sailor moon wand. but it ends up being the perfect way to begin your stream— tips roll in without prompting, chat pinging with comments.

“hehe, what are you guys- o-oh..” your question ends in a small sigh that makes his cock throb in his slacks. the air feels stagnant and warm in his office so he drags his blindfold down, unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket. you settled back on the bed too fast, the glass flare of the plug in your ass shifting, pushing a little deeper, twinging an unfamiliar lurch in your tummy. “t-to be honest, i've never used a plug before so it hurts a bit.”

a young starlet improvising on a mistake, you lift the wand to your lips. pastel pink tongue peeking out to wet the tip as you blink innocently at the cam. "can i put this in the other hole to distract myself from the pain?"

gojo can feel his brain rotting down to the stems.

you settle against the cloudbank of pillows, bringing your laptop a little closer to finish setting up and check the time. “before i start, i want to remind everyone that i'll only take requests from the highest tipper tonight!”

cyberme chatted: whenever you're ready, baby. we're watching!

cyberme and 10 others tipped 20 hearts

tittystan (★ tip) tipped 50 hearts

“you guys are so sweet!” the sound of the tip bell and chat alerts fill the volume of your room, drowning out your voice. lewd requests and thirsty comments begin to chime in, begging for you to remove your bra, show your pussy, play with the plug in your ass.

you have these men wrapped around your little finger, even though their hearts will be cashed out for real coins at the end of the night.

tittystan (★ tip) chatted: play with those pretty tits for us pls

“is this okay?” your impatient thumb rubs over a clothed nipple, shivering at the touch. more tips fumble in and gojo can see you build the confidence you need to push your bralette down, tucking it under the curve of your breasts so they spill right out.

fuck... he can't help but imagine his large digits replacing yours, dragging the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples until you cry and his thirsty ass can drink up your tears.

satoru shifts, leaning back in his barcelona chair as he reaches down to press the heel of his palm to the swelling bulge of his cock at the same time you squeeze one of the fleshy globes into your hand, a soft whine whistling past your clenched teeth.

jacker82 (★ tip) tipped 250 hearts and chatted: fuck yourself on the dildo alr!

you nod at the comment, opening your legs a bit only to snap them shut a heartbeat later. “i-i'm sorry, i'm so nervous tonight!” your teeth chew against your bottom lip as encouraging comments ring in your chat, words of praises that urges you to go further.

posessiveness burns green through his veins at the comments from other men, but he knows how to take what he wants and right now, what he wants is your attention only on him.

honoredone89 chatted: don't be nervous. i'm with you.

honoredone89 chatted: go on and open up for me.

gojo doesn't miss the glow of arousal in your eyes as you read his comment, your heart beating faster than it ever has. honoredone89... you missed seeing his comments on your streams. he felt more like a collaborator, unafraid to poke, prod, tease. the way he talks shit at you leaves you soaked and whining each time, wondering who he is; crying into your pillow whenever he'd toss down five hundred to make you cum, then throw down another five to switch up and edge you at the last minute. want me to change my mind, angel? he'd chat out and you could almost taste his smirk.

you would be lying if you said that your little crush on this anonymous person had nothing to do with him reminding you of the white-haired fox you were instantly drawn to at the start of your apprenticeship. honoredone89 could very well be one of those creeps that records cam shows to reupload to shady porn sites or a catfish. after all, his profile picture is the lower half of a (really fucking gorgeous) mirror selfie. but considering that a man like the actual satoru wouldn't return your silly, growing affections, you're fine with cosplaying.

“o-okay, sorry,” you obey him so easily, parting your knees, finally giving your fans a view of your pretty pussy in those crotchless panties. gojo should be ashamed, but he groans at the sight. you sigh as the cool air breezes over feverish skin, cooling the wetness clinging to your folds. it's why your fans love you so much— so wet during streams, no need for lube when your cute little pussy drools out the sweetest nectar no one has had the pleasure of tasting.

“look at you, sweet girl. you got any idea what you do to me?” you've barely shown anything and he feels like losing his fucking mind.

satoru should feel guilty for what he does next, but his conscious is crystal clear. mind blank and too fucking horny to think about propriety, he unbuttons his slacks. fishes his cock out to squeeze at the base, relieving some of the ache. his balls jump desperately as you slide the glass toy between your legs on the screen.

then his phone pings with a notif the moment you press the tip to your clit— a text from megumi dropping down, covering his view of the torturous circles you rub around the swelling nub. a swipe further down and you prod it against your entrance, panting out a low whine that knocks the wind out of gojo's chest, ears ringing.

“p-please let me put it inside!” you cry to the chat, noises so pretty. you'll sound even prettier when you're under him, squirming and pleading for him to fuck you until you live only for the feeling of his cock.

gojo's summer blue eyes scan over the message from megumi, ensuring his kids aren't in danger while he fucks himself off. he chokes off breathy groans so he can hear your moans, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. muscles in his stomach twitching in pleasure as he nudges it inside the slit so clear, watery precum dribbles past his fingers to spill down the long length of his cock.

user20180407 chatted: fuck yourself already i'm so hard!

instead of gojo replying to an annoyed megumi complaining about having to go to a pachinko parlor (yuuji's idea, no doubt) with the others, he taps the tip button before he can stop himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 1050 hearts

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: just your fingers tonight, sweet girl.

"c-can i put them inside?" is your immediate answer.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: nope, don't think i want you to do that.

the unhappy comments from your other viewers almost gives him more pleasure than the feeling of his palm rubbing out his cock in rough strokes.

“okay, thank you, sir,” you tuck in with a soft smile. he knows you're thanking him for the fat wad of cash in your tip jar, not him snatching away your pleasure, but the sound of the honorific from your lips sends a zip of arousal straight down his spine. the way he fucks into his hand is messy now, dragging his hand up and down his dick. precum coating his fingers white, dripping onto his slacks. “thank you for letting me touch my clit.”

he's your highest tipper and your pleasure is always in the hands of your tip jar. setting the toy aside with the hope he'll let you use it later, you open your legs until your knees touch the sheets, joints in your hips aching. reaching fingers to the opening in your panties. you're so soaked, pretty lace all darkened in spots. you spread your folds, circling your clit with two fingers.

“oooh, o-oh.. it's not enough, please let me-”

“hope y'r this greedy when i feed you my cock, princess, fuck. gonna... give you what you need soon, don't worry,” he promises to the empty air, sweating hard beneath his jacket with his hand tight around his cock. imagining that he's got you right here in his office, fucking up into your pussy as you struggle to bounce on him. on the phone, his speaker rings with your frustrated whines. your thighs tremble as you rub your clit too fast, making it sore.

a few attempt to match his price and tip him out, wanting control over your delicious pleasure; wanting you to use the dildo so they can imagine the little toy is their cocks. but unlike the cheap fucks swarming around your chat, the black metal of his bank card is limitless. there's no one that can stop him from blowing hot cash on an even hotter girl so he does. doubling your tips, tripling it down each time.

the sorcerer has plans that won't be ruined by old men escaping nagging wives and stressful jobs by twisting their dicks to the moans of pretty girls.

at the end of the night, he plans on adding another maraschino cherry to the top of his ice cream sundae.

but that all depends on you.

now when did he close his eyes? on his screen, gojo almost misses it. the prettiest sight.

“c-can i cum, sir?” you simper to your fans, to him. “fuck me. it.. it's right there. please say yes, please please!” circling the pad of your finger under the hood of your clit where you're most sensitive at, you slide a hand up your body to squeeze one of your breasts. a soft gasp pushing out to join the squish of your fingers rubbing through the wet between your thighs.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 2000 hearts!

user20221030 chatted: this rich fuck is so annoying stop hogging!

gojo sounds like a maniac when he tosses his head and howls at the comment, unrestrained laughs choking off into a deep moan when he strokes down and squeezes the base of his cock. fighting off his orgasm for a torturous edge to himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: since you can't hold it, go on and show everyone how pretty you are when you cum.

“yu-yes, sir!”

gojo wasn't lying. even the lagging connection to your stream can't dim the beauty you are when you reach your high. it burns a hole into his brain, tearing shivers down his spine as he watches the band snap as soon as you answer his comment. it's real, but you make it pretty, arching off the bed, thrashing, clamping your thighs together as you cum with strained whimpers.

reluctantly, he takes his wet cock and tucks himself away, hissing as the sensitive head presses against the zipper of his slacks.

“did you guys cum too?” you're asking shyly, ready to end your livestream. gojo cleans his hand on his blindfold with a snort at the viewers complimenting your show.

user203020 chatted: u need to block that rich dude. it's unfair. not coming back until u do

cyberme chatted: so hot, kitten. see you next time!

tittystan chatted: don't go babe i didn't get to cum yet :c

sitting up, you wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting atop your knees. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your little orgasm, but you pull the laptop closer with a blissfully tired smile to answer questions, goodnight wishes, and thank your viewers for their support.

“thank you so much! if you have ideas for my next stream, leave a reply on twitter,” you say distractedly, tapping on your laptop.

gojo's phone buzzes with a notification shortly after and he's not surprised that it's a message sent to his account on the cam site.

xoyoursweetenerxo ♡ : hi >< you were my highest tipper!!! do you have any requests for me?

is what the message reads and gojo wears a big smirk as the cards deal a lucky hand just for him. he cradles his phone in both hands as long fingers fly over the keyboard to reply.

no more time wasted after he's blown away hours, weeks, months on the chase for you.

honoredone89: you know what? i think i do!

honoredone89 is typing . . .

honoredone89: open your door for me.

404 error: this livestream has ended!

somehow, that leads to gojo satoru standing in the middle of your room at jujutsu tech.

you'd barely had time to fix your lingerie and clear the smudges of your lipstick before a familiar rap of knuckles was at your door— the same rhythm gojo knocks against your desk each morning to get your attention.

he looks out of place standing in the frills of your pink wonderland, led lights turning pure white hair the color of blush as he glances around at your bishoujo figurines, sanrio plushies, and special edition manga volumes.

“cute,” he comments with an amused smile and points, your cheeks warming as you follow his line of vision to the sailor moon dildo sitting on your sheets, forgotten. “where's the other one?”

“h-how did you know...”

“still inside you, i take it?”

“h-how!” your reaction is adorable, different now that you're in front of him. fiddling with the ribbons of your robe, unable to watch his gemstone blue eyes darken to a deep pit of arousal when you nod.

with the feeling of a hare caught in a trap, you watch as he crosses the tiny space to stand in front of you. crowding you against the kitchenette with his imposing six foot three stature. though you want to shrink away, there is something about him that beckons you closer like the limitless, making you want to stay close to him and soak up more of his attention.

“ah, um- i bought these for you earlier today!” you blurt out to him in a hurried whisper, scrambling to reach for the decorated jar of lollipops you intended to gift to him tomorrow. “there's cream, melon, cotton candy, there's matcha too because i know you like-”

“you scared of me?” he wonders, but he accepts your distraction, plucking a cherry-flavored lollipop for himself, amused.

“no!”

he's very attractive without his blindfold, snowy peaks of hair sitting wild over his forehead. you watch as he unwraps the treat, tasting it for the first time like he's tasting you, his tongue working around it; swirling and licking it obscenely on purpose. waiting for that shift, the shameful press of your thighs even though you just had an orgasm. falling for it, you shyly avert your gaze and gojo fights down a smirk.

“there's no need to be nervous, you know,” he soothes, hooking a finger under your chin. the deep croon of his voice curls down your spine, bubbling hot desire in your tummy. "i'm right here with you."

“i-i'm not nervous!” you say, wanting to reassure him that he is welcome even though a small voice tells you to run.

after all, haven't you heard the rumors about him?

compliment him in any busy ladies room and you'll summon rumors that gojo satoru picks cherries like a farmer. that gojo satoru fucks girls high in his penthouse, only to drop them low when he ushers them to the elevator hours later. that gojo satoru—

i don't believe it, and your naive schoolgirl crush on him bats those thoughts away.

“obviously a camgirl wouldn't be nervous, silly me,” he nods, tone light and teasing. he tilts his head to the side as he reaches for you, thumb easing your silk robe apart. sensual as he pushes it off your shoulder, a shiver rolling down your spine. “did you mean what you said?”

“what do you mean?”

“in your stream,” he hums, skimming up the curve of your neck. fingernails scraping lightly over your pulse, and his cock aches at the strangled sound you make. “when you begged me to touch you, fuck you. did you mean what you said, sweet girl?”

“the tipper... honoredone89...”

“was me, yes,” he points to himself, smiling. it takes a little while for realization to dawn and he thinks you're too sweet. god, after he finishes breaking in your cunt, he wants to protect you from men like him for the rest of his life. only after, though. “expecting someone uglier?”

where you should feel mortification, you feel sticky and full of attraction for the older man in front of you. how many times did you fuck yourself on two fingers while watching couples on cam, imagining gojo was there and pressing your legs to your chest while he fucked the inexperience right out of you? how many times did you wish that snarky regular on your streams was actually him?

“g-gojo?” you call softly, peeking up at him through thick fans of lashes. twiddling your fingers together in a gesture so fucking cute, it makes his stomach churn. “can i ask you something?“

“hmm? go ahead.”

“how many virgins have you fucked?”

“why? you wanna be my one and only?” he teases, a mocking grin set on his lips. “you're really a virgin... too sweet.”

“i didn't say that! i.. it's the reason i started streaming. to learn more! it’s an experiment because i don't know how to make someone else feel good.” you're babbling, the words rushing out too quickly as you fidget and grip the hem of your robe, looking down to avoid his eyes. “will you teach me?”

“if i teach you, don’t think i’ll go easy on you,” his grin is wicked before he reaches down to ruffle your hair, as if you’re a precious little gem to him. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. it just means i’ll really have to put my back into it!”

putting his back into it means fucking you absolutely dumb, but you don't need to know that yet.

the way he looks at you is an awakening. with a little burst of confidence, you make your own decision; burying your fingers into the collar of his jacket, bringing him down for your first kiss. it's a little awkward with the stick of lollipop in his mouth and your inexperience, teeth and stiff lips until he takes the lead. his lips feel like clouds and you want them everywhere, want to kiss him forever. sink his soft groans into your skin, keep the taste of candy flavored spit on your tongue for the rest of your days as he licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before; kissing you into dizziness.

“please,” you pull away, eyes begging— he only needs to be told once.

he takes it in stride, smirking around the stick of lollipop. he draws his hand down, fingers sliding under your bralette to toy with the doughy skin of your breast, rolling a nipple between two pads until the bud pebbles under his touch.

then his path switches, traveling lower and you know exactly where his hand is going. heart fluttering wildly, you whine and nervously press closer to him, hiding your face against the front of his jacket.

but you weren't stopping him, you didn't want to. curiosity coaxes your desire for gojo satoru out of its shell. the entire reason you started exploring the world of porn and cam shows, frustration and curiosity. most women your age had bloomed and blossomed. they were experienced while you felt left behind. never been taken on a date, never been kissed, never been fucked.

a clean slate for the taking.

“i wonder why you're so pretty, hm? been torturing me for months, sweet thing,” gojo nudges your feet apart, tongue pushing out the lollipop for one last suck, his lips star candy pink. making you want to kiss him again. “want to taste you instead.”

“you mean...”

“don't worry, i'll take good care of you,” he gently plucks your hands from his jacket, lowering his lithe body to the floor in a fluid motion. he props one of your thighs over his shoulder, shamelessly spreading your pussy open for him.

cheeks heated, the sight of gojo staring between your legs with a ravenous glint in his eye is too much. your hands fly over your eyes, but he's not having it; reaching up to snatch them down. “good girls keep their eyes open, don't they? how will you learn?”

he hasn't even touched you and yet, lust buzzes an ache between your hips that is driving you crazy.

“good girls deserve to know what it looks like, what it feels like to have me right here,” he continues and leans in to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. nips and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet yips. he slides a thumb between your folds, splitting them to play with your clit. you feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before you choke it off.

“g-gojo-”

he builds the anticipation. getting you used to the motion of something familiar before he opens your pussy for business— the sweetest dessert all for him before the main course. “so what do you think? gonna let me taste how sweet this pussy is, angel?”

“what if you don't like the taste?” you hesitate, hand slipping into the milky clouds of his hair. “i-i heard that happens.”

“trying to keep it all to yourself?” he teases, eyes shining as he crooks a smile at you. he indulges you with another feathery kiss to your thigh, his hand on your hip, caressing the skin lightly. “there's no way i won't like the taste of you. not when i have this-”

before you know it, he presses something warm and sticky to your clit, replacing his finger. when you realize just what it is, you whimper loudly.

“oh, oh god. y-you're supposed to use your fingers-”you point out halfheartedly. gojo drags the sugary ball of the lollipop against your clit in tantalizing swirls, smearing the sticky cherry syrup across your pussy and mixing it with your own juices.

“i'll clean up after myself, sweet thing,” he reassures, nose pressed to the soft curls at your mound, breathing in your heady scent before he tips his head forward to taste you. this is his favorite part- the possessive feeling in his chest once a virgin is on his tongue, knowing he's the first one to look up and see heaven above him. to hear your soft whimpers and feel the unsure tremble of your thighs.

“how does it feel? you like it?” he asks, kissing your clit with a gentle suck that tightens the muscles in your tummy. he licks against you with skill, tongue a warm wetness over your clit. the feeling gojo pulls from you is all new, butterflies between your hipbones as your cunt flutters around emptiness.

“i think i like it, sir. i-it's so-” you whine, the honorific a slip up. ashamed to talk filth to a man you're assigned to bring oversweetened coffee to every morning. it's so easy talking to the men behind your camera. they're blank faces that pay for a performance and to be soaked in the right words. in person, in front of the man who brings you alive, your tongue is tied up in the heat he licks into your throbbing pussy.

“sir, huh?” you can feel his grin spread along your lower lips, his chuckle vibrating against your skin. he stiffens his tongue for a harder lick, quick flits that bathes your clit in bubbly spit, burning pleasure into your nerves that drives you to tears.

gojo's fingers press bruises into your squishy thighs, locking you in his strong hold. he trails the syrupy sphere of the sucker down to your drooling little hole, nudging until he slowly works the candy up into your pussy at the same time he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

you choke out a wet sob, your hands pushing at his shoulders. squirming and trembling, plush walls clamping down around the hard ball of the lollipop with a wince as he fucks it in slow, his eyes focused on the way your walls slurps it inside.

nothing could have prepared you for gojo satoru fucking you with a piece of candy.

“bet your fans would love to see this,” he muses, releasing your puffy clit with a shameful pop, a trail of spit and slick connecting you to the sorcerer's chin. “you can barely handle a piece of candy. look at this cute little pussy struggling to take it.”

he can't hide his arousal when you taste this good, smacking and slurping like his last meal on earth is between your legs. you release a frustrated whine when he removes the candy, but he appeases you with his tongue— dragging the pink muscle down to curl it into your pussy, the squishy feeling of it making you squeak and grip the edge of the counter behind you.

gojo mumbles a deep groan, tastes so fucking sweet, curling his tongue in and out of you languidly, your squeaks tapering off into breathy pants. he's running out of patience, your noises shooting straight to his leaking cock, but he's determined not to rush. he wants to savor your first time. savor the sweet taste of sugar combined with the earthy flavor of you.

he has to make it good so you remember him after you inevitably come to your senses and make him leave before he breaks your heart.

his palm moves up and lands on your breast, squeezing too hard but you whine for the twinge of pain, placing your hands over his larger one. you hold him like a lifeline as he makes good on his promise of cleaning you all up— drinking down every little drop of candy coated slick until you run dry, until the wet slide against your folds is because of his spit.

“i-i'm-” the stretch of his tongue is so good, your eyelashes wet as you chase the sensation. second orgasm on the brink with his skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves. you could end it there, cum on his tongue and let him tuck you into bed after, but you've had enough of not knowing what it feels like to be manhandled down onto a bed, kissed slow, and fucked open by his cock.

you want it to be him and no one else.

“you close?” he reels back, lapping at the entrance to your heat, a tease that makes you cry out. blues flit up to look at you, gaze soft and patient even though his desperation to be inside you has him fraying at the seams. when you nod at him, pushing your hips forward, begging, he grins. “didn't you already cum tonight? who taught you to be so greedy, hmm?”

“i-i'm s-”

“you think you can hold it for me? no, i know you can. hold it for me baby. don't cum.”

“n-no, don't! wanna cum, please please- wanna cum so bad!” but he's not hearing it. he pinches your clit meanly until the twinge of pain clouds over your orgasm, laughing lightly as you drive your fist into his shoulder in frustration, a hit that doesn't hurt him one bit.

he pats your mound with a smile but before he stands to his full height, he ghosts his sticky lips over your ankle as he sets your foot to the floor, teeth grazing the anklet you're wearing. a tender kiss that has no business making your heart flutter like that when he's so mean.

“i'll make sure of it, but right now i need you to save it for me, pretty princess. i promise it'll be so much better if you cum around my cock.” the sorcerer whispers his filth to your ear, leaving wet kisses along the shell. is it normal for your knees to be so weak? “ain't that what you wanted earlier? want something to fill your pussy up, don't you?”

you're so shivery that you hold onto gojo like your life depends on it. feeling wet and used between your legs already.

somehow, you know that gojo satoru is above what you're able to handle. he's a grown man with years of fucking under his belt and you're an apprentice parading as a camgirl who just had your first kiss. but really, it hardly matters when you want him in too many ways to care anymore.

“i want it, want it so bad, please!” you chant, prepared to get on your knees and beg for it while this otherworldly attractive man grins down at you. you feel like sobbing when he listens, circling his arms under your thighs to lift you effortlessly. legs cling to his waist as he walks the few paces it takes to reach your bed, splaying you out amongst the pillows.

“then i'll give it to you, sweet thing. but first, i think you'd be more comfortable in a familiar setting, hmm?”

he wants to film your first time.

it's filthy and you should refuse, but it's also exactly what you daydreamed of. all those nights honoredone89 watched your streams, you wished he was actually there. in front of the camera with you, back to his chest while he stretched you wide on three fingers and claimed you as his for all of your viewers to see.

you're too shy to actually let your fans watch you be fucked by someone else, but you let him hit record on your laptop, the pink camera at the edge of your bed recording a private show for your eyes only, but giving you the illusion of a livestream nonetheless. “don't pay attention to the camera until i tell you to, okay? eyes on me.”

after a small nod from you, he makes quick work of his uniform. unbuttoning his jacket to reveal broad planes of smooth ivory skin. shoving his slacks down, no underwear like you expected so his dick springs out, slapping warmth against your thigh.

it's easy to forget you're being filmed when you’re too busy gaping at him undressing. washboard abs taper off into a carved adonis belt dusted with moonlight hair. and with the eyes of a curious virgin, your gaze peeks down to his cock and it makes your tastebuds water. a perfect balance of long and girthy, the smooth tip blushing pretty and pink.

“can i touch it?” your dewy lashes flutter as you reach forward, wanting to know what the weight feels like in your hand. wanting to brush your fingers over the blue veins, maybe even dip your head down to lap up the pearly precum drooling from the head.

“nuh-uh, but you can feel it,” he sucks his teeth in reprimand, catching your hand and brushing an affectionate kiss across your fingertips. “alright, sweetheart. how do you want it?”

“i-i always imagined i'd be on my stomach,” you whisper, wanting to sink into your covers after voicing such a thing. a combination of your favorite fantasy position and wanting to hide your face from the camera.

“as you wish.”

he obliges, gripping your waist and rolling you over for him, front pressed flat into the pillowy mattress. though your hips are caged in by gojo's strong thighs, you wriggle your legs back and forth, cutely tapping his lower back with your toes.

“i-i hear it's better like this.” you mumble into the pillow under your cheek, just to get rid of the silence in the air.

he only laughs at your small talk, kissing your shoulder with care. “oh, sweet girl. i'll show you how much better it is.”

nerves flutter in your tummy at that, but you trust him more than anything— more than the women who warned you not to harbor a crush on him. he straddles your thighs, reaching into the pocket of his discarded slacks.

you hear the crinkling of a foil packet being ripped, all the air whistling from your lungs in a shaky breath as you twist around, embarrassed; catching him about to roll a condom over his cock. “w-wait-”

“cold feet?”

“no,” god, no. “i- please, you don't have to wear one of those.”

“yeah?” gojo snorts with a growing smile, but he shrugs and tosses the protection aside, caution to the wind and no further questions on it. blood rushes to his head quick now, dizzy as he draws your hips up a little until your ass bumps against his stomach. you're so easy to move, so cute and weak, like feathers under him.

his patience was lost long ago, but he's a team player. he gathers the seat of your ass against his palms, a soft peach that jiggles when he squeezes and kneads to the song of your whines, his eyes hypnotized by the jeweled plug. “you've had this in for so long, princess.” he draws a long finger down the line of your ass, tugging at the plug gently to see your hole spread. the remnants of the lube you used makes it an easy slide as he pulls it out. tossing it to the sheets.

he coos when you squirm away from him with a soft cry, hurts satoru, and he fucking loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance to soothe the soreness. it would be so easy to sink his finger in, cock up next, but he'll save that for another night. “sorry, princess, i know. i'm just making room. i don't think you're ready to take both yet.. let me make it up to you.”

gojo keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock in the tight space between your plump thighs. he pushes the thick cockhead through your sopping folds. you can feel the milky pearls of precum smearing along your thighs and cunt with his thrusts, a wet slide right against your heat but it's not enough. “p-please-”

“f-fuck, sweetheart. how are you gonna fit me inside you? look at this.”

he's mean for teasing a virgin so much, but he can't help himself. he glances up at the recording laptop; the cam feed showing him your face pressed into the pillows, writhing all over your pretty sheets. fuck, you look so good. he's used to breaking in the starstruck beauties who flock to him, but he plays favorites now— fearing that once he truly has you, you’ll never let go of his heart, his cock.

“i don't- oh god- i don't know, but i want to try, sir,”you breathe out through your whines, the honorific only baiting him into getting your way, a true performer. “p-please let me try!”

“such a good girl, even when your fans aren't watching. if you want it, take it then. put it in for me,” he almost pleads, wanting to see that you want this just as much and you fucking do. too teased out to feel the jitters fluttering in your heart. you reach behind you, hand fumbling to wrap around his girth. skin feverish after hearing his heavy intake of breath— oh, you did that to him. satoru ducks his head to grip your chin and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips reserved for a lover. a distraction for you both as you guide his cockhead to nudge at the entrance of your pretty virgin cunt—

your eyes mist over, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes; losing focus after his hips sink forward. hiding your face in the sheets again, you muffle the depraved whimpers you hiccup out as gojo's cock forces your walls to spread open just for him. white heat slicking your body with sweat as you squirm under him on the bed. he's so fucking long, and he chuckles when you slide a hand down to your stomach to make sure you can't feel him there, too. he feeds you his cock slow so you feel every inch of him, bullying a spot to sit right up against your womb.

“t-too big- oh m’ god, it's too big satoru!”

“you cryin' f' me, baby?” oh, he is aching. no room in the little space your pussy gives him. he struggles to breathe, hair sticking to his forehead as he fights for his composure. he wants to treat you tenderly, break you in the right way, but you're a hot brand around his cock, sucking him in so good it drives him wild.

“s-satoru-”

“you feel that? much better than your toys, isn't it?” he kneels, pinning one hand over your back to keep you in place. “you can take it, cutie. just ease up for me a little, i've got you.”

you try to relax, eyes shut and sheets bitten into your mouth. you've never felt anything like it— the intrusion of his cock builds a pressure that none of your toys could've prepared you for. an overwhelmingly tight fit, you feel too full, in over your head. pussy staining his cock with frothy slick as he draws his hips back for an experimental thrust, an emptiness that makes you whine loudly for him to fill you up again.

“talk to me, tell me how it feels, angel.”

“o-oh- i don't... i don't know-” you gasp, leaning up on your elbows, a sensual dip in your back, the way you've seen the girls on the nsfw accounts you follow pose. the webcam films your fucked out expression and you're too cock hungry to care about it now, watching it shamelessly on the screen of your laptop.

“can't talk?” gojo taunts, digging his nails into the skin of your ass as he levels his weight into his hips and fucks forward. heavy, deep snaps that furrows your brow cutely, determined as you try your best to take him like you imagine the experienced women who are used to the oppressive force of his cock do.

“want me to slow down?” he asks softly, a little worried. after all, it wouldn't be the first time his dick knocked someone out. but you shake your head rapidly and he cackles, pairing that insane sound with deeper thrusts, sharp hipbones rutting against the back of your ass as he bottoms out again— too deep.

“wan' see your face, please 'toru, please,” you blubber into the sheets, but his keen hearing picks it up anyway. stopping is the hardest thing ever, but he pulls out; pushes you onto your back with a hiss.

“can't believe you wanna watch me break in this cute little pussy. what changed?” he goads, but he doesn't wait for your answer. “you know what to do.”

shyly, you wriggle down the bed until your hips are flush against his, reaching between the sweaty shadow of your bodies to handle his damp cock again. the stretch is no easier to take the second time, but you know what it feels like. pining for the slight twinge, the hot burn as he spreads sweet fire through your nerves. the weight of his cock fucking your pussy open in slow, teasing thrusts that leaves you whining.

“don't go easy on me-”

satoru listens instantaneously, pounding you roughly as he nips and marks your sweaty skin as his, little love bites along your neck you'll have to cover in the morning. something he never does, but call him attached to you now. “that's all you needed, ain't it? you don't want those sick fucks watching you. just wanted me to make a mess of this pretty pussy.”

“y-yes!” you cry against his shoulder and he buries his nose against the pulse point at your neck, inhaling sweet gulps of sex and perfume. a grunt kicks out of his chest as he leaves you, leaning back on his heels to fuck harder, your fingers flying to his forearms as he grips your waist, tugging you forward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

you become a victim to his skilled fucking, to the harsh slap of his hips that a virgin has no business taking. thighs trembling up a storm, desperately trying to close as his cockhead drags along your gummy walls on the quick pull out, fucking your nerves to a red glow.

“you're so good for me, best girl. so good. keep these legs nice and spread for me so i can fuck this pussy the way she deserves.”

neither of you pay attention to the blinking red light of your webcam, too lost in the throes of good fucking. satoru can't keep his eyes off of you as you wriggle desperately underneath him. you're a mess; lips swollen and slicked with spit from your lolling tongue, hair splayed out all over your sanrio pillows while you stare up at him through teary, lidded eyes with the most fucked out look of adoration for the man pounding you, he almost feels guilty.

“s'toru.. satoru- w-will i get to cum again? it feels so- but i can't-”

he loses his final thread of sanity at your little pants and whines of his name. “some girls need it right here, d... don't they, sweet girl?” he says, stuttering when your pussy clenches him in on a good stroke. slick squelches out of you, staining your favorite sheets in a gooey puddle. it's how he knows his cock is fucking you at the right angle, brushed up against that precious spot nestled along your walls. your back arches high off the sheets when he hits it, but a big palm at your belly presses you down, refusing to let you run.

“it feels better right here, too,” he tells you, his hand shifting down. drawing sticky shapes of his initials under the hood of your sore, puffy clit— and you've touched yourself enough times to know what the feeling means. the pooling of sweet heat in your belly, the giddy waves of dopamine swirling in your nerves as a man throws you into your peak for the first time. “feel it yet? yeah you do. cum for me like a good fucking girl, make a mess of my cock like it's yours, pretty girl. give it to me.”

you're sobbing for him, clinging to him as if he can protect you from the force of your own orgasm. tears welling up in your big eyes as the knot in your tummy bursts so suddenly and you cum, walls fluttering around satoru's cock so tight it pains him to thrust through it. no thought in your pretty mind except the relentless pressure he fucks out of your body. overstimulation sets in too quick and you push at his stomach frantically as your juices splash onto the sheets, wetting all over his hand and bathing down the white trail of hair on his stomach. “i-it's too much, wait-”

“fucking.. fuck, princess- let me go or ‘m gonna cum inside you.. you're sucking me in so tight. f-fuck!” he is only seconds behind you, remembering at the last minute to draw back on his heels and pull his cock out of your weeping pussy. you're still shaking in the aftermath of the best orgasm you've ever had but he’s pinching your puffy lips between his pointer and thumb. it only takes a few rubs of his cock through your swollen folds before he whines low in his throat, grunting and tossing his head back as he spills thick ropes of opaque cum all over your pretty crotchless panties and ruined pussy.

“o-oh.. there's so much of it-” you marvel and when he opens his eyes again on the come down, hips kicking weakly now, he sees you reaching down to run your fingers through the cum he left between your thighs, pinching his sticky seed between your fingers curiously.

you're going to be the fucking death of him.

“yeah, that happens,” he chuckles with no breath in his lungs, no energy to tease you about it. he is too dignified to collapse on the bed with a softening dick, in need of a long ass nap, so he leans forward and pets the roots of your hair softly. “you need anything? besides a bath and your diary to give me raving reviews, of course.”

“i...” you start, sitting up and reaching for the closest thing that can cover you besides the stained sheets of your bed: gojo's uniform jacket. you drape it around your front, looking away to hide the vulnerability in your eyes. “can you stay until i fall asleep? you can leave after but.. i don't..”

don't be greedy, is what he would usually tell a woman asking him to sleepover after he's snatched her innocence up and fucked her into a limp. but with you, the sinking feeling in his chest, the months of pocketing your hidden smiles and shy flirtations to think about during his darkest hours, tells him only one thing: he wouldn't have left even if you asked him to.

“i'm not going anywhere.”

gojo experiences a first tonight, too. for the first time ever, he doesn't run.

instead, he stays. cleans you up with a warm towel and eases you into clean underwear, though you insist on wearing his jacket as pajamas. he even helps you change your soaked sheets ( with insufferable comments asking if he can keep them. ) you don't know what it means when a man stays after being your first, but your heart feels too warm and a little bit in lo—

“what's that sound?”

you're about to tuck into bed, ready to snuggle in safe and sound with gojo watching over you when his voice speaks up. now that your post-orgasmic haze has cleared a little, you hear it too. the quiet chime of the tip and chat bells ringing wildly from your still open laptop.

the camera at the end of your bed blinking lipstick red from its perch on the tripod.

like.boobs.97 chatted: that bastard is so lucky.

“oh... oh, no!” you squeal, scrambling to shut the laptop down, face burning with mortification. you should have checked, you should have checked. you have to help satoru with his emails in the morning, why did you trust him to click the right button?

you've been streaming to your viewers on the cam site the entire time.

“whoops,” is all gojo says, carefree and flippant as ever as he moves to stretch out across your bed like an oversized unbothered cat, drawing you against his body.

“so, you gonna introduce me as your new boyfriend or what?”

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gan-marshal · 2 years ago

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Solitary

Summary: Draco fucks you after he overhears a conversation of yours (💀☠️)

Warnings: Smut. Fingering, clit play. Pet names. Dilf/Boss!Draco. Babysitter!Reader.

a/n: been while since ive written for draco, sorry for that. not that proud of it but yk. thanks to @noceurwhore and @angel4you

NAVIGATION

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She sits alone, he thinks. Well perhaps not entirely, his own blood— a part of his heart if you may was with her. But she's alone for the most part. Solitary.

It's quite late, the clock around 9. Scorpius surely would have gone to bed by now. You'd probably be somewhere around the manor. Library, kitchen, living room. There's multiple answers to that.

By request— or perhaps by order, you'd still be waiting for him.

His eyes are searching around the corners, searching for your silhouette. And he's about to call out, when suddenly he hears your voice.

"I'm at my bosses. He had to stay out late today"

"Yes that hot dad"

Fuck. Turn back around, it's wrong. Yet he waits, he hears.

"I don't know. I don't think he has much interest in me"

"It's just attraction. Besides I'm not going to let go of such a great place for one good fuck"

Then, there's silence, it's painful. He waits for a moment, thinks whether to speak of it or not.

He doesn't want to let you go. And he certainly wants to have that one— maybe more, good fucks with you.

So he steps inside.

"Hello there." He grins, a hand stuffed in his pocket. Hair a mess of soft platinum curls. White button up, black slacks.

"Hello!" You chirp, caught by surprise.

He chuckles, then strides forward, "Thanks for staying over late, you're a lamb"

"No worries, I better head out then"

Draco smirks, and you almost allow yourself to fix the puzzle, but then you shrug it off and turn. When suddenly the puzzles’ fixed.

"Having an interesting conversation weren't you?" He presses up behind you, his cock perfectly fits on the curve of your arse. He grins, biting his tongue to avoid the moan that might slip from him.

"Y– you, you heard that?" You quiver, oh you were absolutely fucking fucked.

"I did infact my darling." His tongue clicks, arm resting on your waist as he deems you closer. "You should've told me. Wasn't very nice of y’say all that without me knowing"

"I'm sorry, I didn't me—"

Draco rubs his erection onto you harder; pulls you closer to his chest.

"You're such a naughty little slut, Y/N. Just dying to be fucked, isn't that so?"

Your cheeks are almost burning, heart pounding heavily in your ribs, you gulp, inhaling sharply before you answer.

"I– i suppose"

His breath is hot on your neck, and suddenly he's gripping it tightly in his hands, pushing your head back to meet his gaze.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

He growls, the silver in his eyes long gone, now only shades of black and strom clouds rest in them. "Please" you whimper.

And then his lips are smashing on yours. It was rough, filthy, possesive. He sighs into your mouth, fingers pulling at your strands. He had a taste of mint and a small faint taste of green apples.

The way his tongue flicked up and explored every part of your mouth had you moaning, wetness already seeping into your baby blue panties.

The way his hands moved and traced along every curve, the way he moaned into your mouth as he moved it against was avid; carnal— and everything that lay in between desire.

He turns your around quickly, pushing you up on the table as he groans inside of your mouth. His cock hardens in his pants with every beautiful sound that comes from you.

"You're so pretty, m’love. Just wanna ruin you" Draco mumbles as he pulls away, nipping at your skin. His cold hands slip under your skirt, rubbing you through your knickers.

Your hand reaches down into his pants, palming him through his pants as he hardens with your ministrations.

There's no delicacy in his touch. It's not pure, it's filthy— sinful.

Your panties as pushed aside, his fingers dragging through your wet puffy folds as he grunts "Oh fuck, you're dripping"

You whine softly, bucking your hips into his hands as two of his digits slip inside you. "Fuck, draco"

"Keep that mouth shut, dove. Don't want my son to wake up because of your pathetic sounds"

His other hand shoves into your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat, muffling any voice that may try to escape.

His other digits pump harder, thrusting and curling up inside of you, and reaching those spots that had you shaking, as his thumb draws circles, a coil forming in your stomach.

"Look at this pretty little pussy" He seethed, sucking at your neck, "Can't wait to feel it squeeze around my cock"

"Please, please, shit, I'm so close" You beg, grinding your hips on his palm over and over. He wants to give you that orgasm, but then that sadistic part of him allows you not to.

"No! Wanna cum" You babble as his fingers retract from your heat, tears glisteing in your eyes at the lost of sensation. He chuckles as he licks his fingers clean of your arousal.

"Such a sweet cunt hmm?" He says, rubbing your clit in circles again.

"Dray" You whimper, thighs slick as he pulls his lenght out. It stood tall, red veiny and so fucking gorgeous.

Draco stands still, taking in every little detail of you. The sweat, the mess of your hair, cunt dripping for him. He was certain that had to be the most goddamn stunning sight he had ever seen.

He spits onto his shaft, pumping his length hard to spread it all up. Although there was little to need for that, it made everything better.

His tip waits at your entrance, teasing and dragging and dragging your need. "Just do it, please" You beg for the thousandth time, and this time he gives in.

A low hiss leaves him. He pushes inside slow, deeply rolling into you as you moan. You're filled up in every fucking way. And it's everything.

"God" he groaned as he moved, "Best fucking cunt I've ever fucked"

He marks you, licking at every glimpse of skin he catches. Your nails are dragged across his sculptured skin. His shirt thrown away.

The man grabs both your legs, stretching them up as he then rests them on his arms. Leaving you bare and open for him.

Draco thrust inside of you, his rhythms find their pace with every snap of his hips. The buttons of your blouse are ripped away, leaving a clear array of canvas for him.

"That's it, taking my cock like a good girl"

It's fucking beautiful— the way you whimper and fall apart as he fucks you. The sweat that glistens, the sounds that you make. His eyes never leave you. Not once.

He thinks it's a blessing to have you like this. He thanks every star.

He pounds into you harder; as though he wasn't already demolishing you to shreds. You're shaking, breaths short and shallow from pleasure.

Your breasts shake up and down from the force of his thrusts, much for his display and pleasure. He lets out a grunt as your tits bounce faster.

A hand slips between you two, rubbing fast circles onto the bud, expertly— in a knowing manner.

"Cream around my cock doll. Want that sweet cunt to milk me dry"

A pinch. That's what it takes for you to come undone, legs uncontrollably shaking as you come all over his length.

Draco grunts, pounding into you as he fights to get to his release. It was sure to have you bruised. Your walls clench hard, squeezing him hard. And then he cums.

Profanities of all sorts leaving him as he spills every last inside of you. Making sure to make you filled up with him cum.

You're delighted to let him do so.

He presses a kiss up to your forehead, inspecting his work. He pulls out slowly, lowly groaning as his cum leaks out from you and onto his tip. Quickly, two of his fingers collect the white sin and shove into your mouth. You suck them clean, giggling as he watches you with covet. Sound, sight, taste— perfect.

Pornographic. Erotic.

A sweet kind of exhaustion passes by. But then he holds you up, supports your entire weight by himself.

"We're far from done, love. Don't even think about getting home tonight yeah?"

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gan-marshal · 2 years ago

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Up Here Past Curfew?

Summary: Y/n stays up past curfew at the library, studying, when Prefect Draco catches and punishes her.

SMUT, slight fluff

You had been sulking your hours, studying at the library for your upcoming potions test. You were probably the only student spending 'Friday Night' hunched over a bubbling cauldron. You were so focused on brewing 'the perfect potion' that you completely lost track of time. As you stirred around the mixture, your gaze moved towards the sharp needles of the clock.

"Shit." You realized it was way past curfew and quickly gathered your supplies. The last thing you needed right now was a detention.

In the rush to leave, you accidentally knocked over the potion you'd been working on. The heavy cauldron clashed harshly against the marble floor. The loud noise echoed in the hallowed silence of the library. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" you groaned in frustration before cleaning the mess. You were about to leave when your eyes locked with his familiar ones.

"Up here past curfew now, are we?" Really. He just had to be the one to find you, right! His deep voice echoed throughout the empty library as he leaned on one of the bookshelves. He stood there with a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

You had found Draco Malfoy attractive since year one. His platinum blonde hair, his mystic blue-grey eyes, his peony lips, everything about him has got girls simping for him. He eyed you up and down before finally settling his gaze back on your face, waiting for an answer.

"Oh..hey Malfoy! I lost track of time while studying for the upcoming potions test. Now, if you'll excuse me I'll be heading back to my dorm." You swiftly walked past him until you felt a cold grip on your wrist. You turn around.

"What's the rush y/l/n? I, as head boy, need to make sure you get an appropriate punishment for staying past curfew." His eyes traveled down to the hem of your pleated skirt, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"Please Draco, can I just get a warning this time. I'm already very unprepared for this test and detention isn't gonna do any better!" You beg.

"Oh. Is that what you want?" he starts walking towards you and you walk backward until you hit the edge of the table, "but there are some favors I'll appreciate in return."

At this point, the blonde was inches away from your face with a huge smirk. His sinister expression made you weak in the knees. You knew exactly where this was headed but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want it. He trapped you by placing both his hands on either side of the table behind you.

"I'll do anything." You whisper, slightly breathless.

The next moment, his lips crashed against yours, kissing you hungrily. His hand rests on your throat while yours find their way to the back of his head, tugging at his blonde locks. He smoothly slips his tongue in your mouth as a moan escaped your lips.

His lips traveled down to your jaw, then to your neck, cutting through your sensitive skin. Dark purple marks covered your neck and Draco started unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it off along with your bra in one swift move. His long fingers toyed with one nipple and he mercilessly sucked the life out of the other one, causing moans to escape from your mouth.

"On your knees, now!" He pulls off his unbuttoned shirt as you obey him and sink down to your knees. You start undoing his belt and pulling down his trousers, followed by his boxers.

His hard erection springs up to his stomach, already dripping with precum. You slowly start pumping him in your hand with the most innocent look ever on your face. Once you wrap your lips around him, his head falls back. He groans and roughly grabs your hair.

You swirl your tongue against his top and take as much of him as possible, using your hand on what you couldn't fit. He pushed your head down on him with the grip on your hair, making you gag around his dick. You hollowed your cheeks and picked up the pace, making sure to drag your tongue up the base every time you bob your head. Draco's mouth left moans and you knew he was close but before he could finish he's pulling you back up to your feet in front of him.

Draco's lips press against yours once again and his hand travels under your skirt, dragging down your drenched panties. He then slides his finger through your slick folds, causing you to moan.

"Do you want this y/n?" His beautiful eyes lock on yours, both of you panting in anticipation.

"Yes" you mutter. Before you knew it he had turned you around and bent you down, your face was pressed against the cool surface of the table.

He lifts your skirt over your ass and spanks both your cheeks before teasing you with his tip.

"Draco, please" you beg.

"What was that darling?"

"Please fuck me Draco" you stated. Even he couldn't resist anymore and without warning, he slides himself all the way inside you, making you moan in ecstasy. You throw your head back as he starts pounding into you roughly, slapping your skin multiple times as a string of profanities escaped both your lips.

"These little skirts you wear drive me fucking insane! I always dreamed of bending you over a table and fucking you mercilessly." Your fingers gripped the edge of the table and you started rocking back onto him.

"Drac-oh fuck!" He grabbed your hair and started slamming into you even harder, hitting your g-spot constantly.

Suddenly, he pulls out and flips you on your back, sitting you on the edge and pushing himself in you once again. You wrap your legs around his waist as he assaulted your neck.

Your hands move down his toned chest and trace his abs. Draco's hand makes it to your throat once again, the cold metal rings sending chills down your spine. Using his other hand, he started rubbing circles on your clit, sending you on cloud nine.

"Cum for me y/n!"

That was it. His words were more than enough to push you over the edge. Your walls quickly clench around him and your body trembles as you release your orgasm. Seconds later, Draco finishes inside you and lazily rides out your highs.

Both of your moans echoed in the library, but you could care less from the pleasure you were feeling. He slowly pulled out of you, which left you rubbing your thighs together at the loss of contact. You both cleaned up and dressed yourselves.

"What if someone heard us?" You say, worried.

"I cast a silencing charm before we ever started." He chuckles.

"Let me walk you to the common room!" He stated.

As soon as you got off the table, you fell hard on the floor. You were so sore and your legs gave in. Draco laughed and sent you a smile. A genuine smile. He then lifted you up and carried you to your dorm, bridal style. You were a little less sore after this silent walk and got out of his arms.

"Good Night Malfoy."

"You can call me Draco by the way...Good Night y/n!"

You smiled to yourself and were about to turn the doorknob to your dorm when Draco suddenly turned you around and pulled you onto him. His lips pressed against yours, but this time it was different. It was passionate and full of love. You kissed him back and unwillingly pulled away after what felt like forever. You couldn't believe this was happening!

"I'll see you around, love." He said before walking away.

You just stood there with your cheeks completely flushed. It's gonna take you a hell lot of time to process whatever just happened. But whatever it was, you couldn't be any happier.

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Oenomel

Pairing: Tendou Satori x Reader x Tsukishima Kei

Word Count: ~9.3k (my fingers slipped… I didn’t mean to make it so long)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: unedited, language, dacryphilia, size kink, double penetration, literally this is just so filthy idk

Pronunciation: Oe•no•mel | /ˈiːnə(ʊ)mɛl/ Definition: Something in which strength and sweetness are combined.

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AFTER THE AFTERPARTY ♡ KUROO TETSURO, BOKUTO KOTARO, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, MIYA ATSUMU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME

kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

ingredients? following team japan’s victory over team argentina during the tokyo olympics, kuroo, a world-renowned volleyball lover, your boyfie and worker for the japanese volleyball association decides to give his team a little prize.

what’s it? smut

allergen warning/s? established relationships between kuroo and reader, infidelity but like.. consensual infidelity??, alcohol so ig also dubcon (it’s established that there’s already ✨ something ✨ between the six of them. they’re tipsy before they fuck and sober up while they do), mentions of kagehina, voyeurism, semi-public sex, masc + fem receiving!oral sex, fingering, impact play [clit smacking, cock slapping, and regular ol’ slapping], degradation [name-calling, spitting], facefucking, facials, cum eating, anal, double penetration, choking, unprotected sex, masturbation, multiple positions, and multiple orgasms… yeah. lemme know if i missed something :DD

sugar level? 5.3k

regulars? @hanayanetwork

parlor’s note? some will say that this is complete shit and some will say i’ve gone overboard, but look, i put my whole smutussy into this okay?? i’m sorry if this has any typos. this is 5,300 words and i am drowsy.

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you felt the apples of your cheeks heat up when kuroo slings a lazy arm around your shoulder and nuzzles the side of his face against yours, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “we couldn’t have done this without you, kitten. thank you.”

“yeah! you’re just as much a part of this team as everyone else!” bokuto exclaims. he stumbles uncharacteristically as he walks towards you and your boyfriend, coming to throw an arm around you as well. there’s a slight flush on his face, similar to the ones in everyone’s. there’s a faint scent of alcohol in his breath, but you know that he was just a bit tipsy – all of them were. the ones that were already drunk - namely hinata who was dragged out of the dancefloor by kageyama before the orange-haired outside hitter challenged some poor college kid who was peer pressured into partying at the wee hours of the night to a dance-off - has been sent home by iwaizumi, probably the most mature of the men present.

from there, you were led by everyone’s hand to the dancefloor. from kuroo, to iwaizumi, to atsumu who immediately jumped at the chance, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, to bokuto and even ushijima, surprisingly. tetsuro did not find a single problem with this, of course. he trusted you and he knew the team loved you. how could they not when you always surprised them during practice with a picnic basket full of onigiris from the onigiri miya that’s only a few blocks away. plus, kuroo also had a plan up he’s sleeve. the both of you have about it before in thorough detail, and though he hasn’t sat down with the guys and brought it up before, he definitely noticed the way they looked at you – specifically when you showed up to the arena one time in his favorite pink and white checkered sundress to bring him his lunch that he forgot at home. at first, the way bokuto’s eyes lingered on your exposed collarbones or the way atsumu was not able to take his eyes off of you bothered him, but now, he just shows you off to them which is exactly the reason why he’s whispering the things he are in your ears right now.

“you wanna be a filthy slut who takes five cocks all at once? go ahead and dance for them then.” his eyes trail from you to what’s left of japan’s volleyball team huddled around each other, dancing. his hands led down, from being a calming anchor because holy shit this is actually about to happen on your shoulder, to your ass which he gave a reassuring squeeze. “know you want to, kitten.” and the moment he pressed a kiss to your neck, you were walking to where he wanted you to go.

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❝CAUSE HE’S NEEDY❞

⭑—pairings: Incel!Kenma Kozume x employee!fem reader

⭑—cw: talks of wet dream, sex toys, kenma being inexperienced, virginity loss, use of toys, exhibitionism, spitting, creampie

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Incel!Kenma who can’t seem to suppress his urges any longer. From the girls on campus strutting about with their dangerously short skirts to the cam shows he stays up for nearly every night.

He swore that his hand was just enough, taking the lengths to train both for his pleasure. With his second year of university well underway, he’d become accepting with the idea of self-company. Yet such a thought still could help the sudden wave of arousal coursing through his veins.

Hearing from his classmates about the beloved sex shop with the cute clerk in town, Kenma turned his sights there with hopes that relief was close.

Incel!Kenma who keeps his black hoodie atop of his head as he strolls into the adult shop on the outskirts of town late at night. He’d hate to be noticed by anyone, even the pretty clerk who watches his every move. When coming into the back wall filled with merchandise, he’s amazed by the selection of options.

From vibrating cock rings to blow-up dolls, each one received a passing glance of his golden hues. The toy that did catch his attention however, was a flesh-light, promising him the best orgasm within five whole minutes.

As appealing as the promotion seemed, Kenma knew to keep his joys down to a minimum, a faint grin creeping onto his flaccid visage.

Incel!Kenma who stumbles over his words upon reaching the register. He wants to ask you for insight, only for the prickling pinches of embarrassment to surface about his cheeks.

“D-Does it, y’know—feel good?”

Kenma watches for your innate reaction, your brow curving into an arch. You lean over the counter, bringing your bubbly giggle towards his brooding expression.

“You’re new here, aren’t you? I’ve been here every night for a while now and well—Wait!? How am I supposed to know what it feels like?!”

He’s whipping his head to the side, eyes screwing close. As hard as Kenma could try to shrink into his self-pity, a mere tap on his shoulder was enough, the soft coo of your voice calming his ascending mind.

“You wanna try it out? Just gotta buy it first but something tells me you’re completely new to this…aren’t you?”

Incel!Kenma who can’t possibly bite down on his lip more than what he has. Nothing about the moment felt real, you hiding behind the counter’s height and resting on your knees, eyes in line with his own.

Kenma watched as your fingers threatened to graze past the veins adorning his shaft, each reel of the suckling hole hugging at his tip. He almost lost it when you allowed for a hefty spool of spit to drop from your lips, decorating his cock flawlessly. “You’re s’ big, Kenma. So pretty ‘nd fat, I bet you make all the girls scream.”

Kenma could only shake his head, “ ‘m still a virgin, so–"

He glazes over your hand, prying the toy from his cock slowly. Kenma was already piqued to what was to follow, noticing how your thighs ever left their clenched hold since beginning such explicit ministrations.

“Wanna try out the real thing? I promise it’s better than that cheap piece of ribbed plastic!”

Incel!Kenma who doesn’t try to hide the salacious moans spilling from his plush lips. All it took was for you to lean against the countertop, the flip of your plaid skirt and the shift of your pink thong for him to relish in such bliss.

He hadn’t expected for his first time to be so shamefully lewd, but with a hazy mind like his, nothing could compare to this moment. Kenma realized that the warm grip of his fists never began to compare with the gummy walls of your pussy creaming around him.

So warm, something so tight couldn’t have reasonably existed without his vast knowledge. His hands found place around your hips, rolling along his length with a stuttering pace. He preferred for your lead rather than his own, allowing for Kenma to indulge in the waves rippling across the supple swell of your ass.

“Okay, Kenma, go ahead and cum, wanna show you something,” you panted breathlessly, encouraging for his prolonged high to consume him. And without another minute to be wasted, the thick ropes of white filled your cunt, fueling a painful whimpers to fall from his lips.

Waiting for his twitching cock to draw from your spasming hole, your hands clawed at your ass, prying the mounds apart for Kenma’s viewing pleasure. The pearly spurts drooled from your slit, slipping between your folds and dressing the bulb of your clit. A shallow gasp filled his lungs at the sight, your words pulling at his heart.

“See Kenny, look at how pretty you made my pussy now ♡!”

Incel!Kenma who waves goodbye to you from the heavy steel door, leaving with only a happy grin sprawled along his lips. All he could reply was the final words of aid-eau you bedded him, Kenma seeking to arrange his schedule to visit you more often.

“Come back again soon, I’ll have even more things for us to try!”

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tangerine dream

yamaguchi x f!reader sum: when taking someone home from the bar didn't work you tried the second-best place - the train home cw: 18+ only, mdni, intoxicated reader, alcohol, noncon/dubcon bc of alcohol, pushy/needy reader (comes onto yams), very public sex, toy mentions (no use), degradation, kinda dry humping, she/her gendered language used, unprotected, ending up to interp wc: 2.8k a/n: for the hqhq nsfw server collab!!! click this link for the mlist of everyone else's amazing pieces

“Text me when you get home!” Your last friend at the station called as you passed through the gates. They were already being hauled away by their hookup, no maybe they were dating… you couldn’t remember now, not with a jumble of shots and drinks still coursing through your body. You gave a simple thumbs up, thoughts not moving quick enough to come up with much of anything.

That had been your plan from the minute your friends suggested going out - going home with someone. It seemed everyone else in your party succeeded by the end of the night whether they stumbled away with long-term partners, dates, hook-ups and just about everything in-between. Yet, here you were again - eyes slowly flashing around the platform while you waited for your train alone and more than frustrated.

In the back of your head you congratulated the favorite toy you were gearing up to go home to for pulling through once again when no one else could. The thought made you giggle a little to yourself, chuckling at no one but the dirty cement.

Tired, brown eyes flicker over, distracted by the noise. Between being unaware and hyper aware of your surroundings you feel his gaze and more than obviously twist your head around to look at him. When your eyes connect you’re more surprised than you should be, and while normally you may be embarrassed you can’t help but smile and give him a small wave.

Without hesitation, your mind wanders. He’s cute, you think, and in his plain office clothes you can tell he’s probably coming home late. There’s no ring that you can see and no one hanging off his arm so there’s at least a chance that he’d be open to something. But before you can gear up to turn to him again or even think of what to say, the rumble of the train approaches and the speaker goes off to announce its arrival.

In a panic, your turn again, just in time to see him shuffle on-board into an empty-looking car. There’s not many people around this time of night - too late for those with regular jobs and too early for those who like to stay out into the morning hours. You force your heavy limbs to follow him into the cab, nearly tripping over the seam, and just barely catching yourself on one of the grab handles right in front of him.

You hear him snort, glancing behind you to see him trying to cover up a smirk. Another passenger files in around you, and you take the opportunity to move back until you’re directly in front of him. Maybe it’s wrong, you think, trying to put yourself on display for a total stranger. But the need for touch and intimacy - and the alcohol - far outweighs any kind of rational thought that creeps into your head.

Yamaguchi wasn’t sure when he first saw you, but after witnessing you stumble after him and scoot your ass back so it was practically in his face, he knew. He could smell the booze, tobacco, and sweat on your skin from here. Though he was grateful to have such a pretty ass before him, he wondered how you ended up here all alone and obviously wanting something. It was easy enough to assume the 'something' at hand and he was more than willing to offer up to you.

The train starts suddenly, and while you’re barely paying attention, lurches you back against the man seated behind you. While you have no plan, you have some faint hope that maybe you could land in his lap, start up a conversation, and you can take him home for the weekend.

Any half-assed idea you have within the moment is shattered by his, surprisingly strong, grip wrapping around either of your thighs and helping you to stay upright. Unintentionally, you let out a small groan and turn back slightly to mumble a simple ‘sorry’ to him.

“No worries,” he grins back, slowly taking his hands down, making sure to let his fingertips caress your hot skin. Whether or not it’s intentional, he’s not sure nor does he entirely care, but when you shift your feet again the skirt of your dress rides up just right to give him a perfect view of the flimsy panties you have on underneath. There’s barely any fabric, and what’s there is thin and useless enough to show every line and contour.

You know what you’re doing, or at least you think you do. Even as the alcohol starts to fade you feel yourself growing bolder and bolder with the man behind you. His hands felt so nice digging into the flesh of your thighs. It’s all you want over and over again. You’re thankful he doesn’t seem so adverse to any of your not-so-subtle advances.

The train is lit a little brighter than you would like and the smell of cigarettes and some unknown mustiness permeates the air. It’s certainly not the sexy or romantic night you longed for, but as you feel the train come to another faltering stop you realize it may be the kind you get.

This time, Yamaguchi’s mind is elsewhere. He’s transfixed, staring hard between your legs while one of his hands snakes into his lap to rub away some tension from his hardening cock. He thinks how easy it would be to pull you against him and let you wiggle around until he was creaming his pants. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to fantasize much because you break his thoughts by crashing directly into his waiting lap. On instinct his hands wrap around your waist to steady your jittering body.

“So sorry about that.” You huff with a little, sly smile. He bites the inside of his lip, molars clenched so hard you’re worried you’ve made a mistake. “I drank a little tonight.” Whispering, you lean in a little closer than you should to the stranger’s ear. At that his expression eases.

“I can see,” he starts with a gentle tone, “do you want to sit beside me?” He asks, making no motion to move you from his lap. You have to feel him, he thinks. Sure, you’re drunk, but not drunk enough to be completely oblivious to something so hard digging into your ass.

“Actually…” you giggle, turning your upper half so you can drape an arm around his shoulder, “I kind of like it here. But you can put me wherever.”

He grunts, easily pulling your hips back until they were flush with his abdomen. Your body melded so well with his, so easy to move around to his will. You felt you had won a level of a game, but couldn’t figure out how to get to the next stage. Inhibitions were tossed out between the buzz of feeling his warm body so close to yours and the obvious erection practically screaming to be freed.

It was hard to get comfortable. Well, that’s what you told yourself as you squirmed around in his lap. Legs between his, then straddling his, wrapping both arms around him, turning full away from him, really anything to keep feeling his cock prop up ever harder against you. The pressure from his fingertips grew tighter and tighter - so tight you felt you might bruise - with each little shift, little sighs and puffs growing closer together in time. Finally, you shifted once more to lean your head back on his shoulder.

“You’re really hard, you know?” You whisper, breath hot and lips searing against his pulse. It takes all his resolve to not shiver under your touch. Instead, he lets his chin rest on your opposite shoulder, releasing his grip on you just to wrap his arms around your middle.

“Calm down, don’t make a scene.” He chastises. He doesn’t really believe his words, but he needs to hear you some more, feel you some more. Besides, there's no one else really around, not that's paying attention anyhow, he reasons.

Those words seem to just set you off. You let out a long, huffy sigh from your nose and cross your arms just under your chest, pushing up your breasts in the low-cut thing for him to view. Faintly, he wonders how someone so obviously hot and so obviously horny didn’t go home with someone else, but he’s grateful.

“Ya know,” you start as if reading his mind, “all my friends got to go home with someone tonight. They’re all so lucky. Or maybe they’re just better at talking to people than I am. And I’m here now on the train alone, going to my empty house and all I wanted was something in my empty pussy.” You didn’t know what possessed you to prattle on and be as explicit as you were, but with the way his cock jumped, you’re glad you did. “You’re really cute, you know, with those little…” you trail off, unable to find the words, lightly tapping his cheek. “I would’ve liked to go home with you.”

“Ugh.” He groans, and you’re not sure whether it’s good or bad with the inflection of his tone, but you’re not given time to think either. “You’re fucking lucky I picked a compartment with barely any people in it, fucking horny little stalker.”

One of his hands is rushing between your squished bodies, hardly able to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. He pushes you up for half a second and before you can whine in response, he’s pulling you back down. The hot length of his cock is pressed perfectly between your legs. Everything feels so real all of a sudden, yet you’re worried you’re dreaming.

“How are you even this soaked when all you’ve done is screw around in my lap? You’re really dying for some dick, huh?”

“U-uh-huh.” You hiccup out, already grinding against him.

“Might as well give a little whore what she wants.” He scoffs. It doesn't quite hit at first, the way his length is nudged so tightly against you, threatening to slip into your tight walls.

“Please…” with a sad, simpering whine, you tug the front of your outfit down in some weak attempt to cover what’s happening underneath. “Please, wan-”

“Shut up, so fucking tight, can tell, agh, tell you haven’t been fu-uuhh…”

Although there’s an agonizing stretch, once the crown of his tip pops into you, he’s dragging you down into his lap. Without any prep he makes you feel as though you’re going to split, cunt desperately clenching around him in some attempt to free itself from the intrusion. His arms remain steadfast around you and keep you neatly tucked against his lap, rocking his hips up into yours.

Needy for some kind of relief, you gyrate your hips back and forth. You were thankful he had sat in such an undesirable spot, and away from most people. The handful of people in the car with you have earbuds in or seem otherwise preoccupied with themselves. Eyes that flickered over the two of you every little while or so moved away in an instant, but any little bits of attention just seemed to fuel his thrusts as he practically bounced you in his lap.

Painfully, you held back the loud moans you so needed to let out, biting into the back of your hand and panting.

“Feel so good, so wet and suck me in so well,” he breathes, “Like you were made for me.”

It’s all you can do to silently nod, the way you fall back against his chest only pushing him deeper inside of you. Before you can protest, unsure in your ability to keep mediocrely quiet for much longer, a hand moves to your front, pushing the dress up higher. His fingers land just above where you’re connected, blindly trying to find your clit in the mess of wetness and jerky movements.

“Wish I could hear you scream, but I won’t push my luck. You’ve already given me so, mmh, much tonight.”

Your thighs jerk together when he swipes a finger over your clit, grinding deeper into his thrusts. The way you clench and cream harder around him doesn’t go unnoticed, and his motions speed up. With how long you’ve been pent up and longing for something more, it doesn’t take long for heat to build up in your core. You’re teetering on the edge of release, whimpers barely held back although you’re digging your teeth into the soft flesh of your hand, so close the edge, to what you’ve been waiting for. And then, with no warning, he stops all at once.

He pulls you tight to his lap, drapes his jacket that had been sitting beside him over your more than exposed legs, and simply rests his chin on your shoulder with a little huff. The crackling voice over the speakers and the shuffle of people around you pull you from your daze, finally making you relax in his arms.

“Whe-wait, this is my stop.” You process the words coming through slowly, only realizing as the train halts to another stop and the doors slide open on either side. Weakly, you’re squirming in his hold, trying to move without causing too much of a scene and acutely aware that he’s still neatly lodged inside your needy pussy.

“You wanna go home and cry about a half fuck or do you want to follow through?” The commanding tone is so gently forceful you don’t dare to disagree. It sounded as if he made some kind of living being in charge, somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if he was some kind of teacher or manager. The thought is quickly erased when he shifts to press his lips against the shell of your ear. “Well?” He presses on, demanding an answer.

“No, I wanna… wanna finish.”

“Good girl.” He shifts back in his seat when people are finally done filing off, languidly rocking his hips into you once again. "Kinda sick you get off on this so much." He scoffs. "Can feel you dripping all over me. Guess you really did need something in you."

His hands snakes under the jacket, easily finding your clit that's still so on the edge of pleasure, it makes you jolt when his fingers connect. "I've had a long fucking week so to be honest I'm not gonna last much longer. Plus," he muses, steadily working you up, "fuck you feel good, ahh, plus my stop is next."

It's a miracle, you think, that the only couple of people left are sitting in the back with their music on so loud you could hear the dull echo. That last thought is all you have grounding yourself just before the first was of pleasure washes over you. Pain reverberates through your jaw as you clench, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back from moaning.

“Want you to cum in me.” You weakly beg, ruined voice barely whispering loud enough for him to hear.

The plea has him closer to the edge than he’d like to admit, cock already twitching against your walls. But he can feel how close you are as he holds back the involuntary jerks of your body and cunt around him, and he can’t help but push you along, eagerly swiping his fingers around the sloppy mess of your clit.

“First you gotta let go, okay? Just let it go.” His voice is much softer now as he coos the words to you. It takes everything in your concentration addled brain to hold back all the moans and sighs when the pressure finally snaps inside of you.

For a brief second you think about your lonely toy at home and how, even during its best, it never made you feel this good. Part of you wants to blame it on the alcohol, but at this point, it’s long gone. Before you can compose yourself or even catch your breath, he’s quivering inside of you, cock spurting hot ropes of thick cum deep inside you.

Even as he softens, he doesn’t dare to move, not when you’re still pulsing around him, body laid back so comfortably against his. You look so content, angelic even, he thinks. As his mind clears and his breath evens out with yours, his eyes start fluttering just for the briefest of seconds before the speakers crackle once again.

“Hey,” he starts quietly, nudging you just enough so you look at him.

“Hmm?” When you look back at him you notice the pink tinge across his cheeks, the color sets your heart into overdrive making you feel more flustered than you should be considering he’s still inside of you.

“Come home with me. You deserve to go home with someone tonight, that’s what you said you wanted right?”

You want to answer, you’re scrambling to find the words, your brain still fuzzy and wanting. He’s waiting patiently for you, expression showing quite obviously what it is he wants. Just as the train starts grinding to a halt he’s carefully adjusting you so he can slip out, still keeping the jacket carefully placed over your lap.

“I think…”

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