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─── ISAGI YOICHI brought the idea up, he had heard some of his teammates talking about it in the locker rooms after practice. so he brought it up with you, thinking it would be a nice challenge for the both of you. boy, did he think wrong.

↳ FIRST WEEK :

isagi’s plan for this whole thing? he’s gonna be productive! he will spend more time on football! he will win this challenge and you’ll give him a reward for it! he’s going to flex to rin about this! he’s going to be the better—yeah, you get it. 

isagi was going through it. the five stages of dickpression. and you did not make it easy for him, you walked around the house in those stupidly slutty shorts which hugged all your curves just right and how did you expect isagi to not salivate like a rabid dog at that? 

everytime you walked past him his puppy dog eyes would follow you like he was trailing after your scent. but it’s just the first week! gosh, man up isagi! you need to push through! — isagi would chant to himself like a mantra, well, it’s working so far..?

 “you do this on purpose, right?” isagi whispered against your skin, he was spooning you from behind. his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you from moving and messing up his 5 days of sheer will. 

“mm? do what, pretty boy?” you giggled, a sweet sound but it only set isagi’s skin on fire. he snuffed the feeling out but his grip on your waist tightened, his hand moved to slip his fingers underneath the waistband of your shorts. 

“wearing this—you know what we’re doing..right?” isagi sucked in rather harshly, struggling to hold the reins of his libido. “yeahh. does it make you wanna’ lose, yoichi?” you cooed teasingly, isagi’s left nut twitched and he went blind in his right leg. you were seriously going to be the end of him.

↳ SECOND WEEK :

isagi is gnawing at the walls. he physically cannot stay in the same room as you without wanting to chew your clothes off. he is buzzing with pent up energy, and it’s worse every single time he comes home from practice because the adrenaline rushes straight south.

and of course, you just HAVE to step your own game up. if the shorts were the death of him, this silky lingerie you wear to bed will drag him to hell on all fours and he would gladly go. 

how does he cope? well, showers are more his personal edging sessions now. every night before bed, he rubs himself off under the shower head. fuck, he bites into his arm and tears up trying to hold himself back. he knows nobody would know if he were to just bust a load in the shower drain but he is an honest, sweet (not so much) boy. he can’t just lie! 

but he has been doing a good job, so far. yeah! he’s going to make it, right? please tell him he’s going to make it. he’s so close to crying.

 it was late into the night but isagi couldn’t sleep no matter what he did. he had switched sides of his pillow almost ten times now and was just tossing and turning around on the bed now. yet nothing worked.

really, how could it work? how could anyone expect him to sleep when you’re sleeping so soundly beside him, so peaceful and pretty. fuck, he almost feels bad for what he is about to do.

he tugs the covers off your soft body gently, his hungry gaze drinking in every inch of your exposed skin through the lingerie you’ve begun wearing to bed. he runs a hand over your bare thighs, feeling goosebumps rise on your sensitive skin and making you squirm.

gosh, you were adorable. 

he reached into his sleep shorts with his other hand and fished out his hard, throbbing cock. his engorged tip leaking precum dripping onto the sheets. he stroked it a couple of times before his hand which was on your thigh gripped onto the supple flesh and spread your thighs to slot his aching length between those beautiful thighs.

isagi muffled a groan into his palm, your thighs felt so beautiful wrapped around him. he needed this, he had been pent up for so long.

this doesn’t count as cheating right? not if he doesn’t cum. so he begins thrusting his cock in and out of the tiny gap between your thighs and clothed pussy. the tip of his cock catching onto your clit through the fabric of your panties which sent an involuntary shiver down his body. 

shit, he felt like a virgin.

↳ THIRD WEEK :

lol, what third week? 

“ah—shit, i missed this—! fuck—i missed you!” isagi grunted in-between thrusts, his chest pressed against your back and his nails dug crescents into the supple skin of your hips as he held you flush to him. his cock drove in and out of you in a bed-breaking pace. his breath came out in hot puffs against your cheek.

“a‐aah! yoichi! slow—” you whined, your eyes rolled back. your boyfriend was so impossibly deep inside of you, it actually made no sense. you felt him raise your leg up to spread you open for him, even more. his cock hit at a new angle now, his tip kissing your swollen g-spot with each single snap of his hips. 

“slow? you—fuckin’—want slow?” isagi growled in your ear, his hips now slowing down so he could pound you slower but more fuller. “after teasing me—for so. damn. long? shut up and take it.” isagi huffed, each thrust of him made sure every inch of his cock was buried snug inside of you, and when he pulled out, you could feel the same inches drag against your warm insides. 

↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?

well, of course, he lost. like a sore loser. but the loss felt better than the win.

record: 19 days. clap for him.

“soo, same time next november?” you wiggled your eyebrows cheekily at isagi who was giving you the nastiest side eye. he turned over on the bed, his back facing you. “shut up.” he sighed, rolling his eyes. he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for losing. but gosh did his balls feel lighter. 

you just laughed and began spooning isagi from behind, best november ever.

─── BACHIRA MEGURU saw the thing on tiktok, late at night at exactly 4:03 am on november 1st. you were sleeping soundly beside him, he looked over at you and grinned wide and devilishly. the cogs in his mind cranked and something was cooking up in that factory. 

↳ FIRST WEEK :

bachira’s plan for this whole thing is to make it unbearable for you. he knows you’re absolutely whipped for him, and would cave if he just whispered a soft little ‘please :(’. so why not use it to his advantage?

he introduced you to the challenge, saying it would be fun! and it would strengthen the bond. tch, he just wanted to fuck with you a little. regardless, you agreed once he pouted all sweetly. how could you say no to that?

the first week was a breeze, bachira was being his usual self save for some heated glances, fleeting touches and whispered promises of filth. hey, you had spent enooouuggh time with bachira to be able to resist him. right?

you were cooking dinner in the kitchen when bachira crewed up behind you and pressed his chest to your back, resting his chin on your head. “heyy cutie. whatcha’ making?” bachira giggled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head trying to distract you from his hips which were subtly rocking up into you. 

“megu’ stop humping me.” you sighed like a disappointed mother, shaking your head. you could feel bachira pout behind you and bury his nose into your hair to inhale the scent of your shampoo. “mm—ugh, i thought you would crack by noooww!” bachira whined, stomping his feet softly. 

 you picked up the ladle you were using to stir the curry and scooped a tiny bit of the food before holding it up to bachira’s lips. “taste it.” bachira huffed indignantly but still opened his mouth to taste the food. “mm. yum.” he smacked his lips while eating, same way his hips were still smacking yours. 

“can you stop dryhumping me now?” you clicked your tongue, bachira tightened his grip on you even more. “no.” he stuck his tongue out. fairs.

↳ SECOND WEEK :

at this point, bachira was confused. he was trying EVERYTHING. he had humped you through your clothes in the morning in bed, he had grinded against you like a stripper with a pole during the afternoons and now he’s quite literally roaming around the house in just his boxers and you still haven’t lost your mind over him? he feels offended. so, SO offended.

he lays beside you wherever you are sat. on the couch? he’s draping himself over the loveseat with am arm on his forehead like he’s a damsel in distress. on the bed? he’s laying beside you on his side, posed all tantalizingly like he’s asking you to paint him like one of your french girls. unfortunately, he just looks awkward flopping around like a fish in just his underwear but A for effort!

bachira was sprawled across your sheets like a starfish, his boxers stretched taut over his legs and his bulge just shy of peeking out. you worked beside him on your laptop, pushing your reading glasses further up your nose you finally decided to spare him just a shard of your attention.

 “meguru? can you put on some clothes?” you perked up without even glancing at him. yet that was enough for bachira to resume his embarassing attempt at appearing seductive. “am i bothering youu? heh, come do something about it then.” he purred, arching his back off the bed. your grip on your laptop tightened, your nonchalant facade slowly tearing at the sides. would you really make it through this month?

“no thank you. i’m quite busy.” you quipped back and it hit bachira like a punch square to his face. his teasing smirk broke and he looked baffled, how were you still holding up! 

↳ THIRD WEEK :

bachira was getting desperate. at this point he had begun to sleep naked next to you in hopes you would atleast look at him with those beautiful eyes :((!! but you always slept with your back turned to him. you were making this hard for him! it’s supposed to be the other way around!

and it’s not even fair you look so pretty, glowing and pure and bachira is just so pent-up and needy. he’s so close to just getting on all fours and barking for you so you could give him a scrap of your attention. 

he’s whining like a damn dog who got denied his favourite treat, which is you. how can you be so mean to him!

“baby—baby—please—” bachira whined, throwing a leg over your waist to grind harder against your butt. he was dry humping you when you both were supposed to be sleeping but he is just so needy. needy for you.

“just give in! i won’t even rub it in your face—fuck—let me have you..” bachira nuzzled into your neck, his cock was rapidly hardening and you could feel it press against the cleft of your ass. his grip on your hips tightened impossibly to hold you flush to him.

“meguru, i have work tommorow. go to bed—” you tried complaining but you couldn’t resist either, the sound of your boyfriend whimpering so wantonly in your ear. the heat emitting from his body, it was all so much. with a grunt you reached back to wrap your hand around his cock. bachira gasped, eyes rolling back at the warmth of your hand engulfing him.

“hngh—yeah, stroke me—fuuckk—” bachira babbled, bucking his hips up to fuck your fist. his precum leaked over your fist, his engorged tip twitching like crazy. as bachira’s lustful frenzy reached a fervor pitch you pulled your hand away, tearing your warmth from him and he whined so pitifully it made your heart ache.

“why—!” bachira whined, curling into you even more. “uh-uh, gotta’ win this, babyboy.” you shushed him with your finger, you smirked so evilly. bachira was quiet, you looked so hot.

↳ FOURTH WEEK :

bachira couldn’t hold it in anymore. but luckily you worked overtime alot this week so bachira couldn’t pounce on you and fuck you seven days till sunday. it was all so unfair! 

he was so pent-up he grinded against the pillow you slept on, rubbing his aching length on the plush surface. he was sniffing like an animal, reveling in the scent of you. 

on 30th november, at exactly 12:00 am you had came back home after a long tiring day of work fully expecting to greet your boyfriend and maybe reward him for getting through the whole month without sex. you ascended the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom you shared with him and oh, oh.

bachira was humping the pillow—your pillow—like a mad animal, whimpering your name. what a bad boy. and he wasn’t even the least bit ashamed that you caught him.

“dirty, dirty boy.” you clicked your tongue, tugging harshly on the leash you had planted on his neck. bachira panted, totally committing to the act of being a disobedient puppy, your puppy.

 “mm—did ‘ya really expect me to not? you just—” bachira sniffed your inner thigh, eyes half-lidded. “smell sooo good and—” bachira buried his face in your crotch, licking over your dampening slit through the fabric of your panties. “taste even better..” bachira groaned low in his throat but he winced when you tugged the leash harder and reeled him away. 

“you gotta earn it, baby.” you tutted, your grip firm on the leash. bachira looked up, a shaky smirk playing at his lips. his cock already hardening at how you were bossing him around.

“anyway you want..! i’ll do anything..” bachira panted, moving to hump your ankle. his tip leaving dirty streaks of precum all over your calve. “anything at all..”

↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?

winnerrr!!! and he’s nutting all over the place, he deserves it!

record: 30 full days!!!!

you were completely soaked in bachira’s cum, he really came like a broken faucet, poor baby must’ve been holding back a ton! bachira was half-asleep spooning you naked with a dopey grin on his face. perfectly sated and full of love for you. 

  “heh—loovee youu..” bachira slurred out sleepily, adding a yawn at the end. he nuzzled into your neck, mouthing at the skin there. you sighed but smiled softly, reaching to gently pet his cheek. “love you too, meguru.”

─── ITOSHI RIN didn’t want to do the challenge at first. he had heard about it in the past, through his teammates but once he heard isagi muttering something about it to hiori. rin settled on doing the challenge, and winning. he was better than that shitty isagi.

↳ FIRST WEEK :

he powered through the first week on absolute determination and sheer will. he barely batted an eye at you and completely plunged himself into football and working out, anything to snuff out that screaming feeling of getting his dick wet.

he tried his best to act normal around you too, and to be honest? he was doing a pretty good job at it! atleast he thought so. little did he know he looked like a wet chihuahua growling at you everytime you came near like it was YOUR fault he took up this challenge.

“stop doing that.” rin growled low in his throat when you walked by him when he was working out in the private gym you guys have in your home—yes, fancy. 

“stop doing what?” you batted your lashes down at rin who was in-between a plank session. his abdomen was clenching so deliciously, all of his six or seven packs were stretched taut and damn—he just looked edible enough to eat. sadly, you couldn’t.

rin peered up at you over his shoulder, this angle from the floor gave him view to everything you had under your skirt. and truth be told, you had nothing underneath. just your bare cunny which was absolutely destroying rin’s mental. he had to tear his eyes away, he couldn’t lose. not when bragging rights against dumb yoichi were at stake.

“just—just go.” rin panted, looking ahead of himself. you just shrugged and walked out of the gym, but you felt rin’s gaze devouring every deliberate sway of your hips.

↳ SECOND WEEK :

second week was sliiigghtlyy better. rin had an upcoming match and he trained day and night for it, though it was just a simple friendly match against argentina, anything would work, anything which would get his mind off you. 

his teammates noticed too, he was working himself out. it’s not new, of course, but this time they feel like something else is motivating him other than the match at hand. even bachira, who is normally lost in his own different world notices it. aiku says he must be having girlfriend problems, well he is sort of correct!

though it didn’t exactly stop him from opening that secret password protected folder in his gallery, one which stored all the videos he has taken of you during sex. of both of you during sex.

and what would he do while watching them? literally what any normal man with a hot as shit girlfriend would do. jack off, duh. 

“hnngh—! shit—so fuckin’ tight..” rin snarled low in his throat, he had one hand wrapped tightly around his length while one was holding his phone. he had a particularly long home video playing on full blast, your moans combined with his echoing in the empty shower stall. rin was standing directly under the stream, but it did nothing to cool his heating body. 

rin choked his cock in his fist as he bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. fuck, he was trying his best to stay quiet but it was getting so hard. he swiped at the precum beading on his tip, leaking precum didn’t count as losing the challenge right? riiightt?? 

outside the shower, karasu and otoya had stayed back to shower after everyone was done. they didn’t expect rin to be beating his meat, in public, in the locker rooms. 

“how long do you think he’ll last?” karasu poked otoya’s shoulder. “ehh—give it a few days.” otoya shrugged and walked ahead. 

↳ THIRD WEEK :

match is over. they’re all on break. but rin is breaking here. home used to be his safe place where he could cuddle with you, maybe watch something or you know just spend some quality time with you. BUT NO.

this stupid no nut november challenge and this stupid isagi for bringing it up and TEMPTING rin to do the challenge like it was  a personal blow to his ego. nobody actually tempted him, rin just has some personal feelings towards isagi. 

rin is scared to even touch you, scared he would immediately nut in his pants like a virgin. that would be generational aura loss and he wouldn’t hear the end of it from you. so he ignores you like you did something to offend him. 

you kinda did piss him off by being so gorgeous and beautiful and sexy and—

“rin, do you want something from the store? i’m gonna get groceries.” you called out from the front door where you were slipping on your uggs to go outside. rin stared at your back from his spot on the couch, his fingers digging into the meat of his thigh.

“rin?” you called out again, turning to look at him once you noticed he wasn’t responding. rin’s eyes were glazed over, running up and over your body like he was undressing you with his smoldering gaze. you waved your hand infront of his face and he finally seemed to snap out of it.

“huh? oh—yeah, just, get whatever. i don’t care.” rin crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. what a fake idgafer, he definitely cared.

↳ FOURTH WEEK :

every day felt like a new hurdle for rin. every time he woke up in the bed he immediately picked up his phone and checked the date. november 27th?? he closed his eyes and felt a singular tear run down his cheek as he pondered about if taking up this challenge was even worth it. 

but then, the clock hit 12 on november 30th and it was all free game. rin had his eyes peeled on the clock in the living room while you were in the kitchen washing up after dinner. 

rin stalked over towards you with a predator’s grace. the air in the kitchen went cold, you turned around whilst drying your hands off on a towel and were immediately met with rin pinning you against the counter with a growl. 

well, shit.

“fuckin’ hell—’ya really fucked me over with this—shit—challenge..” rin panted in your ear, his thrusts pushing you further up the counter until your back hit the tiled walls of the kitchen. your legs wrapped tightly around rin’s waist for leverage and to hold yourself down unless you wanted your soul to ascend to god because damn—rin was not holding back.

“riiinn—slowerrr—hngh!” you whined sweetly but rin didn’t take it. “none of that.” rin growled, slapping your ass and then kneading the reddening flesh with his large palm. “y’re gonna take it like a good girl. so stop whining.” rin demanded with a cold finality in his tone which made all your protests turn to helpless little whines.

rin pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside of you, he kept fucking you with the tip until you got impatient enough to claw at his back. “rin! ungh—put it backkk!” you huffed, all bratty. and who was rin to deny you when you begged so sweetly? he rammed back into you which knocked all the air out your lungs and all the sense out your brain.

 gosh, you loved it when your rinnie got all rough.

↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?

of course he won! did you really think he wouldn’t?

record: he cracked at exactly 12 am! 30 whole days!

rin was massaging your sore thighs as you both cuddled in bed, with his other hand he was on his phone typing something. “rin? who are you texting?” you perked up, trying to peek into his phone. “isagi.” rin shrugged and showed you his screen, he was texting isagi about how he won nnn. isagi replied with how he wasn’t even doing the challenge in the first place, rin read the text and tossed his phone away with a deep, guttural groan. 

fuck november.

─── ITOSHI SAE who was equipped for this challenge on a daily. amidst flying out for matches every week or so, november had become practically every month for mister blue balled—you were sure they actually looked blue from how pent-up he was. that said, he was the one making this hard for you.

↳ FIRST WEEK :

he only came home on 4th of november and as soon as you opened the door to him, he brushed past you. he was wearing that cologne you mentioned you really liked in passing yet you never thought he would wear it considering he doesn’t like anything fruity yet here he was completely drowning in scent and smelled exactly like an acai bowl. 

you had to press your thighs together to keep from pouncing on your boyfriend when he was still in his outside clothes. 

and this man had the audacity to take his clothes off in the living room. all his back muscles flexing, was he doing this on purpose?

“sae.” you called out from the bed, sae was changing into his sleep clothes. “mm?” he perked up, blinking at you. his bangs were down, his hair not gelled for once. he looked absolutely adorable, and adorably yours. 

you sucked in a breath and forced yourself to look away, “nothing.” you cuddled into the sheets, trying to hide yourself in them. sae seemed to notice what was going on, he crawled onto the bed, over you. pinning you. 

he peered down at you, he looked so gorgeous. he leaned forward until his whole face was shoved in yours, “is it really nothing?” he breathed out, his hot breath was fanning directly over your face. and you swore you could fuck this challenge right there.

but sae broke the contact as soon as it came, he parted with a chaste kiss pressed to your plush lips and he fell over to the side. scooting over to his side of the bed, he pulled the covers over himself and reached to turn off the lights. “good night.” he whispered and closed his eyes shut.

did the blue balled just blue ball you? 

↳ SECOND WEEK :

second week was just a normal week. for sae. you were spending every living moment trying to keep from losing your shit and embarrassingly failing to do so. how could you! sae was just strutting around the house like he knew he was making your life a living hell with every breath of his. 

he looked well-rested, well-fed and beautiful. you loved when he looked like this, he looked prettier and healthier, much better than how he looked on the pitch. well, he looked hot any way.

and it didn’t make it any better he was being gentle with you, gentler than usual. for example, he held onto your waist and pressed you close whenever you want to stand beside him. in the bed, he spoons you from behind protectively and possesively. and he kisses your neck, your whole body goes weak.

“come closer. why are you avoiding me?” sae grabs your wrist to pull you closer to him. it was movie night and usually you two would be snuggled up all cozy under the sheets but you were avoiding him. sae knew why, but he pretended to be clueless and that only pissed you off more. because how were you going to tell him you wanted him to fuck you silly?

either way, you shifted closer until your thighs touched. you flinched at that, the feel of his larger thigh pressed against your smaller one, you could barely keep your gaze from trailing southwards to the visible bulge in his sweatpants. this wasn’t supposed to turn you on, but c’mon, you were a woman parched of your boyfriend. you would take anything you could get.

sae noticed your gaze and his lips quirked into the littlest smirk, imperceptible but there. sae wordlessly grabbed your wrist and pressed it against his bulge, your fingers twitched and you gasped. “s-sae—!” you tried taking your wrist away but sae held it firmly to his bulge, making you palm him through his sweats. 

“it’s all yours, princess. have it.” sae whispered, his grip on your wrist tightened. “you want it? then you take it. as simple as that.” sae laid his other arm around your waist and dragged you onto his lap, he gripped your waist with both hands and rubbed your love handles with his thumbs. “i don’t care about this stupid—november thing. if you won’t have me, i’ll have you.” sae shrugged, his hand traveled up your side to cup your cherubim cheek.

“what will it be?” sae asked, his green eyes boring into yours intensely. and, truthfully, would you be able to resist?

no. and that’s exactly what happened. 

sae had you folded up into a mean mating press, his cock drilling itself inside of you over and over again until you were gasping and crying, clawing at his abs for him to slow down. “sae—sae—sae—!!!!” you babbled and cried his name, it was nothing but music to his ears. his hand wrapped around your throat to shut you up, you squirmed around. 

“shut—shut up..take it..” sae growled out in-between thrusts. craning his neck forwards to bite into your neck, you whined even louder at that. sae threw your leg over his shoulder and he drove impossibly deep into you, his tip smashing against your g-spot again. and again. and again. until you came gushing over his length, but sae still hadn’t cum yet. 

“again. i’m not done.” sae demanded, biting into your thigh.

↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?

yeah, lost. he didn’t wanna do this anyway smh.

record: 10 days. hey!!! his birthday!!!!

“thank you..” sae whispered, it almost missed your ear. he was wiping you down with a warm towel after drilling you into the mattress. “huh—?” you perked up weakly. sae felt a faint blush color his cheek, he glanced away. 

“i didn’t want to waste my holiday, we already get such little time together. thanks for letting me—you know.” sae bunched the towel in his fist and tossed it away before crawling over you, pinning you beneath him. you gazed up at him like a lost fawn and he pursed his lips, cupping your cheek and pressing kisses all over your face. “love you.” he muttered against your skin in-between kisses.

“love you too.” you giggled.

─── MIKAGE REO who was the one to bring this challenge up. he knew about this, of course, but he didn’t understand why people did it. willingly practice abstinence? must be a joke. reo indulged, thats what he did. regardless, he still took up the challenge. little did he know, how hard it would be.

↳ FIRST WEEK :

first week barely registered into reo’s brain. you know first week was always the easiest, atleast thats what reo thought. he managed to hold off quite well! some might even think he would win this. even you were surprised because how would this man—who has probably the highest sex drive you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing—manage to ignore you for a whole month?

except he was doing that, he really was. but was he succeeding? so far, yes.

“hey baby.” reo pulled you in by the waist and planted a sweet kiss to your cheek. you smiled and returned it back. reo had just come back from work and he looked sooo fuckin’ hot in his work clothes. 

“gonna go take a shower, you comin’?” reo asked while loosening his tie with one very veiny hand. fuck, fuckk, how much you wanted to bite that hand of his. you had to disagree with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you just solemnly shook your head. 

reo pouted but his lips soon curled into a smirk once he realized what you were doing. “oh, november?” reo checked the calendar then faced you again. “suit yourself.” he shrugged, so nonchalantly then began unbuttoning his shirt. you had to tear your eyes away, with much struggle. 

were all rich boys this annoying? 

↳ SECOND WEEK :

this was not easy. no, fuck this month, fuck this, fuck everything, fuck you—he wishes he could. BUT DANG IT ALL. he is going to shrivel up and die if he doesn’t get to fuck you now, and he means it. now. just the tip then—? or maybe just—MAN. GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO GO OFF OF.

in-between business meetings, interviews, appearances. he barely finds time anymore to be with you, he guesses thats good. but he just misses you sooo much. he’s someone who thrives on constant physical connection so this is really at odds with what he is actually supposed to do this month which is the exact opposite. he’s dying inside, his colleagues aren’t using all of their braincells, the management is in shambles and worst of all—he has, events to appear to. with you. as his spouse.

so he has to bear with seeing you in that sexy little outfit and not rip it off you as soon as you both come home drunk on wine and eachother.

“babeee—yer’ kinda killin’ me here..” reo whispered in your ear, his hand rested firmly on your inner thigh under the table. all around you, important people from all over the globe sat oblivious to what ministrations reo was performing on your thigh. 

“reoo..not here—” you were cut off by a small gasp escaping your lips, reo’s fingers had slid your panties to the side and were ghosting over your slick folds. “a-ah—” you barely held in the noises escaping you. your grip on the table tightening, trying your best to seem composed. the last thing you wanted to do was embarass yourself and reo infront of such big businessmen and women.

however reo was not at all fazed by the company, if he wanted to, he could bend you over the table right now and make everyone watch. but he wouldn’t, he wasn’t an animal. not yet..

“what is it, hm?” reo plunged one finger into your sopping entrance, your body tensed up and your hips bucked into his palm instinctively. you tried forming a response but reo slipped in another finger alongside the first. “cat got your tongue?” reo smirked, his fingers fucking into you in a rhythmic pattern. 

you tried to be quiet, to be good. but reo was so mean, the people sitting around you seemed to catch on, giving you both weird looks. reo noticed it and he just curled his fingers inside you, pressing them against that spot inside of you which made you see stars. 

“don’t think about them, babe. smile for the camera.” reo pointed towards a cameraman approaching for a picture and he flashed that beautiful, charming grin. you gave a shaky smile, barely reaching your eyes. 

reo was kind enough to pull out right after and not make you ruin your dress. gosh, you should’ve returned this mikage boy to his parents. especially when he sucked his fingers clean and winked at you like that. 

but november was still very much going on. and neither of you had nutted. 

↳ THIRD WEEK :

okay. reo should not have played around that night, he did NOT expect you to bite back at him this hard. okay, where should he start from—

FIRST OF ALL. you’ve begun spoiling him, not with material things of course—he has alot of that already—but in love and affection. and he is so starved, especially because of you know what month. he just takes it like a good boy. he feels rotten for hogging all of your attention but when you’re just lavishing it all on him like that how could he say no? indulging is what he does.

SECCOOONNDDD. possibly the most meanest thing you have done, you’ve started to use his card. you know, that black amex card he just slipped into your wallet one morning and blew a teasing kiss at you. but you never spent a single penny from it, WHY!?!?@ do you not like him? do you not want him???!? 

you had reassured him, telling him you saw him as more than just a piggy bank and that you would use it one day. that day was today. gosh, reo loved it when you spent his money. it was all yours after all, all of him was yours. 

he watches (insert lego batman gif) as you come home with loads of bags with stuff you bought using that very card. definitely spent well over a million yen but why would reo care? he pops a boner everytime you spoil yourself with his cash.

“reo, how does this look?” you turned around infront of a mirror, clad in something silky and skimpy yet it hugged your body so perfectly. accentuating every curve and contour of your beautiful form. reo was salivating like a dog.

“woah..” reo gawked, eyes nearly popping out of his head. you looked like a wet dream—something which he was having quite regularly nowadays. “y-you—look—fuck..” reo stammered, nothing forming in that smart brain of his.

“bad? yeah—i should take it o—” you were interrupted by reo sinking to his knees infront of you, “no! no—nuh uh. you look absolutely gorgeous. beautiful. prettystunningsweetyummydeliciousiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou—” his rambling was interrupted by a sweet giggle from you. oh he was falling all over again.

“reo, get up.” you laughed, but reo did not get up. he buried his face in your stomach, inhaling your scent. his hands wrapping around your waist tightly to keep you still, he nosed against your inner thigh like a puppy, gazing up at you from under his lashes. 

“no.” you knew what his intentions were, you couldn’t fail nnn when you had come so far already. he looked absolutely heartbroken and destroyed. how could you! he stood up and dusted himself off, casting you with a look which spoke volumes about the betrayal you had just caused on him. and he returned back to his seat with a flip of his hair.

↳ FOURTH WEEK :

yea reo had been praying for this week to end as soon as it had come. he remembers checking his phone and doing that guy breaking his chains pose. and you awoke beside him and gave him the nastiest side-eye, reo immediately shriveled up in embarrassment.

reo was buzzing on energy the whole week, like he was on something, he definitely was. because all that energy built up to this very moment—

it was night, you were getting ready for bed but you purposefully wore that purple silk robe you knew reo was a goner for. and of course, paired with nothing underneath, you were sure to get your insides rearranged. 

the shower abruptly stopped and after hearing a rustling inside of the bathroom—probably reo messing with the towel—the door opened and from the steam stepped out a very drenched and very sexy reo. 

with just a towel wrapped around his slender waist and his whole top-half bare, water running down his drenched purple locks, he looked like a vision which immediately got you biting your lip. reo approached you and cupped your cheek, smirking. “it’s time.”— okay, horny mariah carey.

and time it was, because reo had you folded up in missionary, his hand cupping your face and another hand rubbing circles on your clit. “you feel it yeah? how much i—fuckin’—need you.” reo panted in your ear, his thumb swiping at the drool seeping from your lips. 

each snap of his hips into you shook the whole bed, his cock a blur of absolute speed as he messed up your insides. the robe you had slipped on earlier lay in tatters on the floor. 

but you couldn’t care less, not when your husband fucked you so messy and so good. reo gripped your face harder and forced you to look up at the mirror installed in the ceiling overlooking the bed, “see how dumb you look? gushing all over m’ cock like a little slut.” reo drawled, his hand dropping from your chin to wrap around your throat, choking you softly.

“mmh—! reoo—more—!” you babbled mindlessly, eyes crossed up. “can’t even speak huh? right, all stupid. not a single thought in that brain of yours.” reo chuckled, his hips now slowing down to a languid pace, rolling into you to stir up your already full insides. every roll of his hips made you leak around his cock, so dirty.

“fuckk—keep leakin’ like that and i‘ll go crazy..” reo leaned forward to bury his face in your neck, sucking a dark hickey on your sensitive flesh. 

↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?

another winner!! woohoo!!

record: 30 days aayyyeee 

“we’re never doing this again. this whole..november thing.” reo muttered against your skin as he spooned you from behind. the early morning rays creeped in through the curtains and got in your eyes, making you squint and groan. “uh-oh.” reo laughed, covering your eyes with his palm, but it covered your whole face.

“little baby can’t handle a little sun?” reo mocked you in a baby-ish voice and you grabbed a pillow to whack him in the face. “shut up!” you pouted and reo only laughed, grabbing your waist and flipping you over so he was on top of you. 

he leaned forwards to nuzzle his nose with yours. “don’t pout, you’re making me wanna kiss you.” reo confessed, pressing a kiss to your jaw. you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him up to look at you. “then kiss me.” you dared. 

and kiss you he did.

─── NAGI SEISHIRO found out about this challenge from reo. he was not doing this bro. he noped out on the first day itself.

↳ FIRST WEEK :

lol shut up what first week he barely made it through the first day

“haah—mm—’s so good..’yer so good..” nagi panted, his large hand tangled in your hair to push your head down on his cock. he heard your throat muscles contract and choke around his length and he bucked his hips up.

“can’t believe i was plannin’ on stayin’ away from this sweet throat all monthh.” nagi leaned back in his gaming chair and you popped his cock out of your mouth. nagi shivered softly, feeling the cold air of his room hit against his sensitive cock. you gasped for air before gathering saliva in your mouth and spitting down on nagi’s tip and spreading it around nagi’s length.

“good thing you didn’t, sei’.” you giggled, taking nagi’s cock back into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down on it. nagi was big in all the right ways and no matter how much you hollowed your mouth out, you never seemed to fit him in completely. 

it poked your cheek and made it bulge, your lips were swollen and flushed from sucking on his dick. you dipped your head and deepthroated his big dick, fuck, it was so meaty and veiny. you could feel each of his veins pulse against the inner walls of your throat as you massaged his length with your throat.

nagi tugged you off his cock by your hair and began fishing his cock. he aimed it right at your face, this bastard. “watch.” you stuck your tongue out, a messy mixture of nagi’s precum and your spit dripping from your tongue. 

with a few more strokes, nagi nutted all on your face. painting you with his cum, he panted heavily, his broad chest rising and falling with each huff. “i just finished on youu, ooh.”

you picked up some of the cum on your finger and brought it into your mouth, sucking your digit clean. nagi got very—very. turned on by that, his dick twitching back to life even after he just came.

and right after that, he hauled you onto his lap and pushed your panties to the side, exposing your soaked pussy to his ravaging gaze. “shit—you’re so wet just from sucking me off?” nagi commented blankly, you squirmed and a flush quickly coated your cheeks.

“sei’!” you smacked his chest and he grabbed your wrist, bringing your small palm upto his face to press a kiss to it. only to distract you from how he shoved his dick right into your sopping wet cunt, a lewd squelch echoing through the room as he bottomed out in one swift thrust. you gasped, your back arching so beautifully.

“yeah, stay like that babygirl.” nagi kissed your neck, massaging your hip with one hand to ease you despite how absolutely full you felt. with the other hand he unmuted his mic to speak into it. 

“right here. sorry, my girlfriend wanted me.” nagi shrugged, from his headphones you could hear the whistles and cheers of his friends. nagi clamped a hand on your mouth, “gotta stay quiet, okay babe?” he then shifted his attention to his game, making you cockwarm him while he played games on call with his friends.

you muffled a whine into his shoulder. this was going to be a really, really long night.

↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?

a loser but he does not gaf. nnn?? nagi nut november 😳

record: 12 hours. he nutted at exactly 2 am on a tuesday night.

you were getting desperate now, you were leaking your juices all over him and some of it even spilled onto his gaming chair. yet nagi had not even moved once, let alone cum. you had been bouncing on his dick for what felt like an eternity, your clit was all swollen and flushed from grinding against his pelvis so much and your thighs were shaking, knees struggling to hold yourself up. your hips were cramping and you could barely hold yourself up.

“seiii’—baby pleaaaaseee—” you whined so needily you were sure his friends on the call could hear, nagi’s gaze flicked from the game to you then back to the screen. he clicked his tongue in faux annoyance.

“you already came twice on me and i haven’t even moved.” nagi remarked blankly, like this was daily news for him. gosh, this boy frustrated you to no end. if it wasn’t for you using him like a living breathing dildo to get yourself off, you would’ve strangled him already. nagi seemed to notice your frustration and with a small sigh he unmuted his mic

“gonna go afk guys. my girlfriend wants me again, can’t say no.” nagi didn’t wait for a response from the other side and took his headphones off, resting them on his neck and grabbing ahold of your hips. 

“where was i?” nagi tilted his head and began pounding into you until your eyes rolled back. on his computer screen, his valorant avatar died and his friends were yelling at him for dipping mid match. but he was clearly aiming for something else.

─── SHIDOU RYUSEI didn’t even think about this challenge. he barely even remembered until you brought it up to him one night while he was humping your thigh while scrolling instagram. no but seriously, did you reaaallyy expect this jerkmate grandmaster baiter, gooner supreme, to not nut for a whole month? he’d rather eat glass and like it.

↳ FIRST DAY : 

yeah, first day. because he is not lasting more than that.

heck, he barely lasted the first hour.

“haah? ‘ya ain’t serious right?” shidou drawled out. he thought you would’ve taken the hint that he just cannot physically function without busting a load every other day. not doing that for a whole month is practically a death sentence for him, even more-so because you’re his hot, beautiful, perfect girlfriend.

but your serious expression threw him off, you were not joking. “fiinnee. guess i could play along for like—an hour.” shidou yawned, rolling his eyes. but his hand immediately found it’s way to your thigh, squeezing it. “let me just keep it there.” shidou gave you a sidelong glance. 

you shook your head, you knew he would tap out soon.

and he did, oh dear. shidou had you folded up in a full nelson. his big toned arms hooked under your knees, your back pressed flush to his chest. his cock thrust in and out of you hard and fast, every thrust made his pelvis connect with your asscheeks and a loud filthy slap echoed through the room.

“fuck—g’na nut all in this bitch. yeah? this pussy keeps sucking me in like ‘ye can’t get enough.” shidou grinned wildly, his hand creeped lower to rub circles on your clit as he grinded against your cunt, trying to stuff himself deeper.

“ryuuuu’—harder!—gimme moreee!” you screamed his name, your words slurring as shidou fucked you into oblivion. “yeah? more? fuckin’ greedy little slut.” shidou cackled, sweat rolling down his abs and neck, resuming his earlier pace. his hands reached to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks to drive himself deeper into you. the crown of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust making you cry out.

“mmh—ryu’! cummin’—!” your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, toes curling as you gushed over shidou’s cock for the nth time that night. “cream all over my dick—yeah, jus’ like that, what a good gal.” shidou panted, eventually he buried himself to the hilt inside you, balls slapping against your ruined pussy as he emptied yet another load inside of your creamy little cunt.

“one more, ‘kay?”

↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?

what made you think he would win..?

record: 1. singular. hour. this man does not care.

shidou held you close while he was back to scrolling through instagram. you cuddled up into his side, wrapped up in his hoodie which drowned you in it. the sleeves fell way past your hands and thighs and it smelled so undoubtedly like him. that feral scent of his.

shidou laughed at a dumb reel, his thumb rubbing circles on your hips. he didn’t say anything, the silence already spoke volumes. it was comfortable like this, just the two of you and nothing else. 

eventually though, shidou cradled the back of his head with his palm and pressed a kiss to your forehead. your eyes fluttered closed, a small giggle escaping you. music to his ears.

“did i go too hard? are ‘ya hungry?” shidou asked, showing the rare softness which was only reserved for you. his eyes were half-lidded, gazing down at you with so much adoration it stole your breath. 

you shook your head and buried your face in his chest, wrapping (barely) your arms around his bare upper half and pulling him flush to you. “nuh uh—mmf just wan’ you.” your voice was muffled into his warm skin. 

shidou laughed, not his usual devilish cackles but a rare genuine laugh. he pressed another kiss, this time to your cheek and resumed watching his stupid reels. 

─── MICHAEL KAISER was another boaster, he knew he was going to win this challenge. how could he not? it’s not like you were thaaatt tempting!

↳ FIRST WEEK:

this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. okay maybe it kind of was.

would it hurt you to stop being so sexy and hot and lovely and — for just one second? really, you were doing this on purpose. and kaiser would not fall for it, no he wouldn’t. nuh uh.

“micha’! you’re home!” you hopped up from the couch to go greet kaiser at the front door, kaiser was clad in a warm hoodie and sweatpants. yet he could feel a shiver run down his body as soon as you wrapped your small arms around him. 

yet he forced himself to act normal, he could not give up now. unless he wanted to be the laughing stock of the whole bastard münchen team for the coming year. 

“liebe, did you miss me?” kaiser wrapped his arms around you too, crushing you against him with more force than necessary. his cold hands trailed all over your body, slipping lower to cup your round ass, squeezing the fat and feeling it spill from between his fingers. you were so perfect.

“mm—sure i did. you’re dirty micha’, go wash up.” you giggled, pulling away and helping kaiser take his hoodie off. kaiser pouted softly but chased after your lips for a kiss, you pulled back and grimaced, “eww, you’ll get me sick.” kaiser rolled his eyes, “germaphobe. just say you don’t want me.” 

“drama queen.” you sighed but your words held no real bite, you tugged kaiser’s hoodie off his frame and folded it in your arms. “go shower, for real now.” and kaiser reluctantly obliged like a very bratty toddler. what’s up with his attitude?

↳ SECOND WEEK:

his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy — mom’s spaghetti. 

he cannot do this anymore. he regrets ever boasting about this, he regrets even taking up this damned challenge! he can’t even touch you without wanting to rip your clothes off and bend you over the nearest possible surface that’s how down bad he has become.

and it has been showing during football practice too, his teammates are always keeping a safe distance from him lest he kick the ball in their balls. then it will really be no nut november.

every shot kaiser made seemed to make the net scream every time he landed a goal, and by the end of practice, kaiser was always buzzing with energy now even more-so that he hasn’t nutted in weeks.

“kaiser misses a goal in latest match against brazil. is the german legend slipping up?” you read out the news headline to kaiser who was fuming beside you on the bed. you could literally see his head emitting smoke, almost. 

you bit back a giggle and turned to lay on your side, running a hand over kaiser’s chest and making him shudder. “what’s wrong, big guy?” you feigned concern when you actually knew all too well what’s wrong with him. and kaiser hated that, you teasing little minx.

kaiser grabbed onto your hips and lifted you onto his lap, “you know exactly what’s wrong with me.” kaiser deadpanned, he looked some parts mad and some parts desperate. he began grinding you on his lap, feeling your cunt rub against his bulge from the fabric of your panties under your sinfully short skirt.

“getting desperate, are we now, micha?” you teased, leaning forwards and hiking your tiny tee up, allowing your tits to spill free and gods, they filled up kaiser’s face.

“mmhmm..” kaiser’s voice was muffled from in-between your round, perfect boobs. his hands crept higher up your skirt to grab handfuls of your perky ass and grind you harder against him. he was so lost in the sauce he didn’t even notice your juices ruining his sweatpants.

“michaa—! ye’ can’t cum yet, remember?” you rolled off kaiser’s lap and began pulling your clothes back in place. kaiser’s hand went down to palm himself through his damp sweats, gosh his outline was so thick it had you drooling. 

“please, prinzessin.” kaiser whispered, loud and clear but you pretended not to hear anyway. just to hurt his already fragile ego even more. “mm? please what?” you smirked, running a hand down kaiser’s chest again.

“please just—let me put the tip in. please! that doesn’t—that doesn’t count as losing, yeah?” kaiser pleaded, desperation lacing every syllable of his speech. and how could you resist him when he was like this?

you shook your head with small laugh and flipped your skirt up, pushing your panties to the side with your finger. “just the tip, ‘kay? no more.” kaiser ogled but then fished his cock out from his pants and he was already so hard. poor boy, must’ve been soooo needy.

he stroked his cock a few times, his tip was drooling pre and looked so flushed and pretty. he pressed it against your sopping wet pussy and slid it up and down your folds, smacking your clit with it making you cry out sweetly.

eventually, kaiser pressed just his huge, flared tip inside of you and immediately a groan which he seemed to have been holding in for ages slipped out of his mouth. 

“scheiße—yer’ squeezin’ the life outta’ me, liebe..” kaiser choked out, head thrown back over the pillows, heels digging into the mattress trying to hold back from thrusting up into you. because he knows if he does,

he won’t pull out till he nuts.

↳ THIRD WEEK:

by week three, kaiser has become a problem.

not for you. not for his teammates. not for isagi (okay, maybe for isagi). no, no—kaiser has become a problem for himself.

the man wakes up hard. he goes to bed hard. he breathes too fast and he’s hard. like a beast of erectile dysfunction, at this point he’s convinced his body is staging his downfall. 

he’s snappy, irritable, and painfully pretty (just like usual but this time he is suffering). everyone around him knows something is off—they been knew—he’s quieter in the locker room, always sitting with his legs crossed like a victorian lady in the medieval ages trying to hide her ankles except he’s trying to hide his boner.

AND god forbid you so much as bend down to pick something up in front of him. the moment you do, you can literally hear his last two braincells arguing: 

“im gonna nut”

“dude sybau we gotta survive this”

“i can’t do this anymore twin”

“get up.” kaiser ordered, but his voice was a little pitched up. you were bent over, cleaning the bookshelf and of course you wore the tightest little booty shorts to just rub it in even more. 

he knew you were doing this on purpose, showing yourself around knowing he can’t do anything about it?  

you peered over your shoulder to look at him, your hips giving a teasing little sway. “what is it, micha? can’t i clean around a little?” you pouted, batting your dolly lashes up at kaiser. 

“you can..but stop—fuckin’ hell.” kaiser ran his inked hand down his face, his eyes zeroed in on your plump ass. how much he wanted to just grab two handfuls of that perfect bouncy fat and feel it slap against his hips everytime he fucked into your creamy little cunt.

you seemed to read his thoughts, with how your lips curled into the tiniest smirk. “what? use your words..” you cooed mockingly, arching your back even more. 

kaiser wasn’t having any of it, he simply stood up and walked away. because he knew if he stayed, it would be much, much worse.

↳ FOURTH WEEK:

oh, hallelujah. november is almost coming to an end, kaiser swore he would actually shave his head and retreat retreated a monastery in taiwan to lead the life of a monk if this month wore on any loner.

the morning of 30th november was the longest ever in his life, every passing second was a second closer to salvation and kaiser couldn’t wait. 

it had gotten so bad that he skipped practice unless he wanted to pop a boner in the middle of the field. sure his team was confused, kaiser never skipped practice or literally anything to do with football then they looked at the calender and a collective ‘ohhh’ was sounded.

and as soon as the clock hit 12? baby, kaiser was not. holding. back.

“you little fuckin’ tease.” kaiser bounced you on his lap in reverse cowgirl, one hand tightly gripping your hips and his tattooed hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “you made my life a livin’ hell with this—sweet little cunt.” kaiser growled, his hips bucking up to fuck more of his big cock into your drooling pussy. 

“mmhh—! micha—please—too much!” you whined loudly, tapping his meaty thigh weakly with two fingers. “too much?” kaiser laughed humorlessly, “yer’ leaking all over m’ cock and you say is too much?” kaiser nipped at your earlobe. 

kaiser’s hands slid down to harshly cup your bouncing tits and kneaded the firm mounds in his hands. you threw your head back on his shoulder with a cry. “fuckk yeah—look at these perfect little tits. all fuckin’ mine.” kaiser punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust into you, his tip kissing that spot inside of you which made you see stars behind your eyelids.

kaiser then grabbed his phone from the bedside table and opened his camera app, he then gripped your chin and forced you to look at yourself, messy and dumb, in the phone. “smile, liebling.” kaiser chirped and winked at the screen while you tried your best to smile with your swollen lips and drool down your chin.

↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?

kaiser never loses, what did you think?

record: 30 full days. barely made it.

“look how fucked out you look here.” kaiser laughed, showing you the selfie of you he took earlier. “micha! stop it—” you giggled and pushed the phone away, kaiser curled an arm around you and hugged you closer to his side. his nose buried in your hair to inhale the sweet scent of your shampoo—something delicate like you. “can’t believe i survived without fuckin’ ‘ya for a month.” kaiser commented with a small chuckle, his words buried into the crown of your head. 

“..‘m never doing this again.” kaiser shook his head and spooned you closer to him.

he is definitely doing this again.

─── ALEXIS NESS who saw you mention doing the no nut november challenge once and immediately started sulking like a puppy who got his favourite toy taken away. 

he is not going to deprive himself of you for a whole month, what do you think he is? stupid?

↳ FIRST WEEK:

day 1. ness has lost vision in his left leg and has a fracture in his right eye. no seriously, he feels like he’s walking on a pile of glass barefoot—and he would rather do that than actually do this challenge.

but since you pleaded him so sweetly, how could he say no? he tried to keep his act up for atleassstt a couple of days. maybe 6 or 7.

day 3. he caved, like a dumbass. no you can’t even blame him this time! poor baby just couldn’t resist it when you went to the shower and left your panties lying on the floor. he was just cleaning up after you—but fuck, he just couldn’t help himself from pressing the lacy pair to his face and taking a big sniff. gosh, he was drooling like a puppy.

one thing lead to another and he was jerking off with your panties wrapped around his cock. so disgusting. he didn’t even notice when you stepped out of the bathroom in just a skimpy little towel, and caught him right in the act. using your panties to get himself off.

and you wouldn’t let him get away with that, would you?

“you stupid little puppy, just can’t keep your dick in your pants, can’t you?” you cooed, rubbing your dripping cunt on ness’s face. you were sitting on ness’s face, eyes locked onto his where his face was peeking out from between your thighs. 

gosh, he was in heaven, he loved when you took charge of him. his tongue licked between your folds, gulping down mouthfuls of your slick. you grinded down against his mouth and up until your clit caught on his nose.

“mmh, you’re gonna nut just from this, huh?” you tilted your head to the side, fingers tangling into ness’s soft magenta locks to hold him in place as you rode his face. ness’s hands gripped your thighs to press you harder against him but you swatted them away. 

“no touching. you don’t deserve it.” you clicked your tongue, you lifted yourself up from his face and looked down. ness whined, “m-mommy! please—fuck—sit back down!” he demanded, and you did. ness’s lips immediately latched onto your clit and he began sucking until your pearl was flushed and aching. 

ness bucked his hips up, fucking the air. mumbling ‘love you’s and endless praises into your pussy. he was so pussy-drunk he couldn’t even stop himself from cumming untouched. ropes of his cum splattering over his own stomach. 

↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?

he was destined to lose!!

record: 3 days, atleast he lasted half a week?

“a-ah! mommy—y’re so tight and mm—so good!” ness babbled in your ear as he fucked into you mindlessly, he pressed his forehead against yours, hands cupping your face. “love you—love you so fuckin’ much—and love this tight lil’ pussy..” ness whispered against your lips before capturing them in a wet, messy kiss. 

ness fucked vigorously into your sloppy pussy, pressing wet, smacking kisses all over your fucked out face. his thrusts eventually got sloppier and with a few more, he buried himself deep inside of you and shooter his seed right into your warm, waiting womb. he pressed on your belly with a shaky hand.

“mmgh—mommy yer’ gonna have m’ baby?”

GOJO ♡ MINE

He picks up your phone. You don't notice at first. You're making tea in the kitchen, humming something under your breath, completely unaware that you left your phone unlocked on the couch. Completely unaware of what's still open on the screen.

"…Huh."

Your blood goes cold. You turn around slowly. Gojo's sitting there, your phone in his hand, those blue eyes scanning the screen with an expression you can't quite read.

"…Satoru."

Then his eyebrows go up. "Wait."

Oh no.

"…Is that me?"

You cross the room in three steps, reaching for it. He leans back, holding it just out of reach, that wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Hold on." He's scrolling now. "I'm just—wow, okay. '#gojo smut' '#gojo x reader' '#this ruined my life'—"

"Give me my phone."

"18,000 notes?"

"Satoru—"

"Baby." He looks at you, eyes sparkling with absolute delight. "You've got three tabs open."

You want to die. "I don't—"

"Three." He taps the screen. "All me."

Your face is burning. "So what?"

"So." He stands, still holding your phone away from you. "You bookmarked it."

"I did not—"

"You absolutely did." He shows you the screen. The little bookmark icon is filled in.

"…Okay, fine."

"And you left a comment." 

Your stomach drops. "I did not."

"You did."

"Satoru, I swear—"

"'Need him biblically.'"

You actually make a sound—something between a gasp and a whimper. "Oh my god."

"That's what you wrote."

"Stop—"

"'Need him biblically.'" He's laughing now, stepping closer. "That's amazing."

You lunge for the phone. He sidesteps easily, still grinning. "Give it back."

"Not yet." His voice is closer now, darker. "You've been thinking about me."

Your breath catches. "…So?"

"So." He steps closer, eyes locked on yours. "That's why you've been looking at me like that. Like you want me to—" He glances at the phone. "—quote, 'ruin you.'"

Your heart is pounding. "…Maybe."

His grin widens. He tosses your phone onto the couch. "You know what?" His hand slides into your hair, tilting your head back. "You could've just asked."

His grin turns absolutely wicked. "For me to fuck you the way I do in your little stories."

You stare at him, cheeks burning.

"Think the author got me right?" Then his mouth is on yours. His tongue slides against yours and you make a sound you didn't mean to make—something desperate and needy.

He pulls back just enough to speak, his lips still brushing yours. "You wanted this."

"Yes—"

He kisses you again, harder, walking you backward until your legs hit the couch. You fall onto it as he follows you down, settling over you. Your legs part as he slots between them. His hands pull your shirt over your head, and unhook your bra.

"Fuck." He's looking down at you like he wants to devour you. His hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you gasp. Your back arches into his touch.

"I want to hear every sound you make."

His mouth closes over your nipple and you cry out. He swirls his tongue then licks from your breasts to your navel. He kisses down your stomach, his fingers hooking in your pants, pulling them down with your underwear.

Your legs spread as he settles between your thighs. Then stops.

“…Oh, baby.” His thumb drags slowly through your slickness. “You’re already so wet.” He groans. “All this from reading about me?”

"Yes…" you breathe.

“Say it properly.”

"It's all for you—"

"That's right." One finger slides inside you, curling upward. You arch off the couch.

"Satoru—oh my god—"

He adds a second finger, curling them both. You whimper.

"There it is." His voice is smug. "There's the sound from your story."

His fingers move faster, his thumb circling your clit. His other hand wraps around your throat—not squeezing, just holding. "You're mine."

"Yes—"

His thumb presses harder, his fingers moving faster. Your hips grind against his hand, your legs trembling.

"Then come."

"Oh—fuck—Toruuu—"

It hits you suddenly—your whole body tensing as pleasure crashes through you. Your legs clamp around his hand, your pussy clenching hard around his fingers.

"That's it—" He doesn't stop moving. "That's my girl—"

"Satoru—I'm—" You're gasping, shaking against the cushions.

"So beautiful when you come."

You're still shivering when he pulls his fingers out, brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. "Fuck. You taste so good."

He's undressing, and you watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, pushes his pants down. His cock is hard and flushed, your mouth goes dry watching it.

Then he's lying back on the couch, pulling you up. "Come here."

"What—"

"Turn around." His hands guide your hips, positioning you over his face. You're facing away from him now, your thighs on either side of his head.

"Satoru—"

"Sit." His breath is hot against your pussy.

His hands grip your ass hard, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pulls you down onto his face. Not gently. He yanks you down, spreading you open with his grip, and buries his face between your thighs like he's been starving for it.

The first drag of his tongue makes you cry out, your upper body collapsing forward onto his lower half. Everything is so sensitive, too much, and his tongue is relentless—licking through your folds, circling your clit.

"Oh god—"

Your hands brace on his thighs and that's when you see it. His cock, so amazingly hard and glistening at the tip, right in front of your face. As you watch, it twitches.

His fingers dig deeper into your soft skin, holding you exactly where he wants you. He's breathing you in, completely lost.

His tongue pushes deeper and you moan, your hips rocking back against his mouth. Without thinking, you lean forward, wrapping your hand around his length. He groans into your pussy, the vibration making you whine.

You take him into your mouth.

"Fuck—" The word is muffled against you. His hands grip your ass even harder, fingers digging in, pulling you down so hard he can barely breathe, his tongue working faster.

You hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, and his hips buck up slightly. The taste of him, the weight on your tongue, the way he's devouring you—it's overwhelming. You moan around his cock and he groans again, the sound vibrating through your core.

His tongue finds your clit, sucking hard, and your rhythm falters. You're dripping now, can feel it on his chin, his lips, and he's not stopping. Your hand strokes what your mouth can't reach, your head bobbing faster.

Then his hips start moving. Fucking up into your mouth in shallow thrusts that make you gag slightly, drool spilling down his length. You're moaning constantly now, the sounds muffled around his cock, because his tongue is doing something absolutely sinful to your clit.

"Satoru—" You pull off to gasp. "I'm going to—"

He doesn't let you finish. His mouth seals over your clit, sucking hard, his fingers digging bruises into your ass as he holds you down, and you take him back into your mouth just as the orgasm hits.

You scream around his cock, your whole body convulsing, your pussy clenching against his tongue. The vibration of your scream, the way you're shaking—

"Fuuuckkkk—“ His hips jerk up and he comes hard, spilling down your throat. You swallow reflexively, still moaning, still trembling through your own orgasm as his tongue continues working you through it.

Briefly, you're both just breathing hard, your body collapsed on top of his.

Then his hands are on you again, pulling you around, dragging you up his body until he can kiss you. It's messy, desperate, tasting like both of you, and he kisses you like he'd die if you pulled away.

"Baby—" He breaks away just long enough to speak. "Your—so fucking perfect—taste so fucking good—" His hands are everywhere, gripping your ass, your thighs, pulling you closer. "Could do that for hours.”

He kisses you again, harder, his tongue tangling with yours. When he finally pulls back, you're both panting.

Then he's flipping you onto your back, his body covering yours.

"Wait—" You look down between your bodies. He's hard again, his cock pressing against your entrance. "You're still—"

"Reversed cursed technique is useful in more ways than you think." His grin is absolutely wicked. "Couldn't leave your poor pussy unfilled, pretty girl."

He guides himself into you slowly. You feel yourself stretch around him as he sinks deeper.

"Shit— His voice is rough. "Always so good for me."

He's fully inside you now, his hips flush against yours. He pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in, setting a steady rhythm. His hands settle on your hips, controlling the pace.

"You wanted it like this?"

"Yes—"

Then he shifts the angle, tilting his hips upward. His cock hits something inside you that makes your vision blur.

"Oh—fuck—"

He grins, his bright blue eyes locked on yours. His thumb traces your jawline. "Still comparing me to fiction?"

"Satoru—"

His other hand tangles in your hair, gripping firmly, tilting your head back to expose your throat. He leans down, teeth grazing your neck, then bites down. You gasp.

"It's actually cute." He smiles against your skin. "You really thought an author knew me better than you do."

"Satoru—"

"Come on." He laughs softly. "Who do you think they're trying to write?"

He kisses your neck.

"Me."

Another slow thrust.

"Problem is…" His grin widens. "They've never actually been me."

He tips your chin up until you're looking at him.

"They've never watched you." His smile turns almost unbearably smug. "I have."

His hips drive forward and you cry out. He releases your hair to grip your hip possessively, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave marks.

Your breath catches. The certainty in his voice feels almost unfair.

"There. Knew that'd get you." He moves again, hitting that same spot deep inside, and groans. Your back arches off the couch, your pussy clenching around him.

"Yes—fuck—yes—"

He sets a rhythm—deep, angled perfectly. Then his hands slide under your thighs, lifting them, folding you nearly in half as he presses into you. Your knees are past your shoulders now.

"Oh god—"

He sinks deeper, his gaze dropping to where your bodies meet. His eyes catch on the subtle indent in your abdomen and he stares for a heartbeat longer than he means to. His thumb traces it slowly, unable to resist.

"That's mine," he groans, his voice rough with possession.

One hand braces beside your head. The other slides down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He moves in tight circles while his hips drive forward relentlessly.

"Satoru—"

"I've got you." His face is inches from yours, those blue eyes drinking in every reaction. His smile turns almost lazy. "I can read it all over your face."

Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in, leaving marks of your own.

"Squeezing me so fucking tight, baby." His pace is relentless, his stamina endless. "Look at me."

You do. His eyes are blazing, pupils blown wide with desire.

"Bet your author never wrote it like this." His smile is all teeth. His fingers press harder against your clit. "You're close."

"I—yes—"

He slows just enough to keep you on the edge. His fingers keep circling, his hips still moving, but the rhythm shifts—deliberate torture.

"Satoru—please—"

You lock onto his gaze. Those bright blue eyes pinning you just like his body does. He watches you for another heartbeat, deliberately keeping you suspended there.

"Now."

His fingers press harder. His hips drive forward, burying himself completely. Your orgasm crashes through you—your whole body going rigid as pleasure whites out your vision. Your pussy clenches hard around his cock, pulsing.

"Fuck—Satoru—"

His voice is rough with satisfaction. "So fucking perfect when you come for me."

"Wait—" Your voice breaks. "I can't—"

"Yes, you can." His hips roll forward, slow and deep. You groan—everything is too sensitive, too much. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Satoru—"

"Shh." His fingers find your clit again and you gasp, your whole body jerking. His other hand slides into your hair, gripping tight, holding you still. "You're going to give me another one."

"I can't—"

"You will." His pace picks up—faster now, still controlled but relentless. His fingers move in tight circles. "You're going to fall apart for me one more time."

The overstimulation hits harder this time, sharper. Your body is already sensitive, and he knows exactly how to work you. His hand in your hair keeps you from looking away, forces you to hold his gaze.

"Oh god—"

"Forgot all about those stories now, didn't you?"

Suddenly your whole body convulses around him.

"Fuck—Satoru!" you cry.

And his composure shatters.

"Jesus—" His voice breaks. His hips stutter, the rhythm faltering for the first time all night. Your pussy keeps pulsing around him and he groans against your shoulder, his grip tightening. "Fuck—I can't—"

His thrusts become erratic and desperate. He buries himself deep one final time and comes hard, filling you completely. His whole body goes rigid, his head dropping to your shoulder, panting against your neck.

For a while, he just stays there, both of you shaking.

Then slowly, carefully, he pulls out. You both wince. He collapses on top of you, bracing his weight on his forearms so he doesn't crush you.

"…Holy shit."

You laugh breathlessly. "Yeah."

He lifts his head to look at you. His hair is a mess. His eyes are soft now. "You okay?"

"Yes, baby… I'm so much more okay."

He grins. "So."

"What?"

"…Accurate?"

You swat his shoulder weakly. "Shut up."

"I'm just saying." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Fictional me has nothing on the real thing."

"You're so annoying."

"You love it."

"…Maybe."

He shifts, pulling you against his side on the couch. "Come here." You curl into him. His hand runs up and down your spine. "…You know you can tell me what you want, right?"

His voice is quieter now, serious. "You don't have to read about it."

"I know."

"Do you?"

You look up at him. "I do."

He studies your face for a moment. "Good.…But also."

"What?"

His grin returns, that arrogant one that started this entire thing. "If you find any other good ideas in those stories…"

"Satoru."

"I'm just saying."

"You're impossible."

He pulls you closer, his chin resting on top of your head. "Mine," he murmurs against your hair.

You smile into his chest. "Yeah."

NANAMI ♡ TELL ME

The apartment is quiet when Nanami arrives home.

He loosens his tie as he steps through the door, briefcase in hand, the familiar weight of the day settling across his shoulders. The living room is empty, but he can hear you moving around somewhere in the back—the soft shuffle of laundry being done.

He sets his briefcase down by the door. That's when he notices your laptop. It's open on the couch, screen still glowing. You must have stepped away for just a moment.

Nanami moves toward it, intending only to close it—save the battery, keep the screen from burning in—but then he sees his own face staring back at him.

He pauses.

It takes less than ten seconds to understand what he's looking at.

Nanami Kento x Reader. Explicit Sexual Content. Dominance. Praise Kink.

He reads a single line. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.

Then he closes the laptop with deliberate care and sets it on the coffee table. He sits down on the couch. Rests one hand on top of the closed device. And waits.

You walk back into the living room two minutes later, a basket of folded towels balanced on your hip.

You freeze the moment you see him. Nanami is sitting on the couch, perfectly still, one hand resting on your laptop. His tie is loosened. His jacket is still on. His expression is calm. But his eyes are on you.

"…Kento."

"I wasn't searching through your computer," he says evenly. "Your screen was visible."

You set the basket down on the chair and move toward him, hands already reaching for the laptop. "Don't—"

He gently closes his hand over yours before you can grab it. "There's no need to panic."

"I'm not panicking."

"You're shaking."

You pull your hand back. He's right. You are.

Nanami studies you for a long moment, his gaze steady and unreadable. Then he says, very calmly, "There appear to be quite a lot of these stories."

You stare at the floor. "…There are."

"You've bookmarked several."

"…Yes."

"And judging by the timestamps, you've been reading them regularly."

"…Yes."

He scrolls through the open browser. "Different settings." He scrolls once. "Same dynamic." He closes the laptop. "You've developed a fairly specific preference."

"…Kento, I—"

"Do you enjoy these stories?"

The question is so direct, so matter-of-fact, that it catches you completely off guard. You hesitate. Then nod. "…Yes."

His jaw tightens slightly. "Do you wish I would treat you that way?"

"…I…"

He waits. You force yourself to meet his eyes. "…Yes."

Nanami stands and closes the distance between you in three measured steps. He tips your chin up with two fingers.

“You wanted this.”

You can barely breathe. “…I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

His expression softens just a fraction. “No,” he says quietly. “I imagine you didn’t.” His thumb brushes along your jaw. “But now I know.”

You swallow hard. “…And?”

His eyes darken. "Then I'll give it to you."

He doesn't move immediately. Instead, his hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, gripping firmly but not painfully. He pulls you closer until you're inches from his face, and you can feel the tension radiating off him—controlled, deliberate, dangerous.

"Come," he says quietly.

Then he releases you and turns toward the bedroom, leaving you to follow.

**************************************************

The bedroom door closes behind you.

Nanami's hand is on your waist, pulling you back against him hard, and you can feel the raw need radiating off him—something you've never felt from him before.

"Bed," he says, voice rough. "On your hands and knees. Now."

Your breath catches. "Ken—"

"Please." The word comes out desperate, strained, and it sends heat flooding through you.

You climb onto the bed and position yourself, heart pounding. Behind you, you hear the rustle of fabric as he strips off his shirt, the sharp clink of his belt, the harsh intake of breath when he sees you waiting for him.

His hands are on you immediately—rough, urgent. He runs his palms up the backs of your thighs, over the curve of your ass, gripping hard enough to leave marks.

"God," he breathes. "Look at you."

He yanks your shorts down, underwear with them, and then you're bare and exposed and aching for him.

His hands trail slowly down your back before gripping your ass hard. One hand slides down your thigh, then back up the inside of it with deliberate slowness until you're trembling. Only then do his fingers slip between your thighs.

"Already so wet for me."

"Ken, please—"

"I know, sweetheart. I know."

He pushes two fingers inside you without warning, and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. "Ahh—"

"Perfect," he groans, working you open roughly.

His fingers curl, finding that spot deep inside that makes your toes curl, and you rock back against his hand desperately. He pumps them in and out with deliberate force, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. When he scissors them, stretching you wider, you whimper at the burn.

"That's it," he says, voice dark. "Show me how much you need this."

You push back against his hand, shameless, and he rewards you with a third finger. The stretch is intense—almost too much—and you feel yourself clenching around the intrusion.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans. "Even like this. Even when you're dripping for me."

He works all three fingers deep, curling them ruthlessly against that spot until your thighs are shaking and you're gasping his name.

"Please—"

"Not yet." His other hand grips your hip, holding you still. "I want you desperate for it."

He finger-fucks you hard and fast until you're trembling, until you're so close to the edge you could cry, and then he pulls his fingers out.

You hear him freeing himself, and then the blunt head of his cock presses against your entrance.

He's big—you know this, you've taken him so many times before—but somehow it still makes your breath catch.

He pushes forward slowly at first, just the tip breaching you, and the stretch makes you gasp. Then he grips your hips with both hands and drives in hard—one brutal thrust that buries him completely.

The stretch is overwhelming. You feel split open, stuffed full, every nerve ending screaming as he sinks impossibly deep. He's so thick that you feel the drag of every inch, the way your body has to adjust to accommodate him.

"Oh god—Ken—!"

"Fuck," he chokes out, voice strained. "You feel—god—so fucking tight—"

He stays buried deep for a moment, letting you feel the fullness, the way he's stretching you open. You can feel him pulsing inside you, can feel your own body clenching around him reflexively.

Then he pulls back almost all the way out and slams back in.

The force drives you forward, and you brace yourself against the mattress as he sets a brutal rhythm—deep, powerful thrusts that make you feel every inch of him.

His hands grip your hips hard, fingers digging in as he fucks you relentlessly.

"You like it when I fuck you like this?" He grunts. "Answer me."

"Yes—!"

"Good girl," he growls, slamming in deep. 

Every thrust is hard, deliberate, and you can barely think through the intensity of it.

"Oh god—"

He drives in deeper. "That's right. You take it perfectly."

The sound of skin against skin fills the room—wet and obscene. He's relentless, fucking you with a roughness you've never felt from him before.

He changes his angle slightly, pulling your hips higher, and suddenly he's hitting even deeper. The new position makes you sob.

"Tell me what you want."

"You—I want you—"

"You have me." He punctuates it with a particularly brutal thrust. "All of me."

One hand slides up your spine and tangles in your hair. He pulls hard, arching your back and changing the angle again. Suddenly he's even deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

Your back arches sharply, and a broken cry tears from your throat.

"Ah—ah—Ken—"

He releases your hair only to push your shoulders down hard, pinning you to the mattress. Your ass is high in the air now, and the angle lets him drive impossibly deep.

"You're exactly where you need to be." His grip tightens. "Do you understand?"

"Yes—!"

He picks up the pace, fucking you even harder now, and you can hear his breathing getting ragged.

"Fuck—" His voice cracks slightly. "You feel so fucking good—"

His other hand slides around to your front, fingers finding your clit, and the added stimulation makes you whimper.

His rhythm falters for just a second. His grip on your hip loosens slightly, becomes less bruising.

He drives in deep and holds there, grinding against you, and you feel him shudder.

"I'm so close—"

"I know." His fingers circle your clit faster, and his voice has lost that commanding edge. Now it's just... him. Your Kento. "Let go."

He pulls back and thrusts in again, deeper now. "Please," he breathes against your back. "Come for me, sweetheart. I need—I need to feel you—"

His other hand releases your hip and slides up your side to cup your breasts, gently now despite the force of his thrusts.

"Oh Ken—“

"That's it," he groans, and you can hear the emotion in his voice.

"Ah—ah—I'm gonna—"

"Yes—" His voice finally breaks. "Please, honey, come for me—"

Your orgasm crashes over you intensely. You clench around him rhythmically, your whole body shaking, and you hear yourself crying out his name but you can barely process it through the pleasure.

"OH—oh my GOD—Ken—"

"Fuck—" He groans, and his voice is wrecked now, all pretense of control gone. "You're so beautiful—"

He continues to thrust into you, but his movements have changed completely. 

He breathes against your back, "So good for me—always so good—"

His fingers never stop circling your clit, drawing out every aftershock until your vision starts swimming.

"Too much—"

"One more." He groans, and it's a plea now, not a command. "Please, baby—I need to feel you come again—need it—"

He adjusts the angle slightly, pulling you back against him with one arm wrapped around your waist. The new position lets him grind into you with every thrust, hitting that perfect spot while his fingers keep working your clit.

"All mine," he says softly. 

His fingers circle your clit faster, and the sensation of him inside you and his hand on you is too much.

Your breath catches in your throat.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, voice soft and loving now. "I can feel you—so close—"

He grinds deep, staying buried inside you, and the constant pressure of him filling you, finally pushes you over.

Your second orgasm hits and it's stronger than the first—overwhelming. Your vision whites out and you scream his name as your body convulses around him, clenching so tight your legs start to tingle.

"I love you—" you gasp.

"Fuck—" His rhythm breaks completely. "I’m—“

He buries himself as deep as he can go, and you feel him start to pulse inside you.

"I love you—" he chokes out. "God, I love you so much—“

He comes with a broken groan, and you feel him pulsing inside you, filling you with heat. His whole body shudders against yours, and he wraps both arms around you, holding you tight against him as he empties himself deep inside you.

You feel his release start to drip down your thigh as he finally stills, and you hear him make a soft, overwhelmed sound as he collapses forward over you, careful not to crush you but unable to hold himself up anymore.

Then, carefully, he pulls out. He pulls you against him, your back to his chest for a moment while he catches his breath. 

Once his breathing is even again, he leaves for a moment and returns with a warm washcloth. His touch is so gentle now as he cleans you. The contrast makes your heart feel full.

When he's done, he helps you roll over. His hair is a mess. His face is still flushed. He looks thoroughly undone.

He pulls you against his chest, and you feel him take a slow breath.

Then, very quietly he says, "…Was I satisfactory?"

The question catches you off guard. Even now, it sounds less like insecurity than quiet sincerity. You can't help but smile against his skin.

"More than satisfactory," you whisper.

His arms tighten around you. "I'm glad," he murmurs into your hair. His hand traces slow patterns across your back. From your shoulder blade to your spine, then back up again soothingly.

"How long?"

You blink against his chest. "What?"

"How long have you been reading those stories?"

Your face heats. "…A while."

"Months?"

"…Yes."

His hand pauses briefly, then resumes its path. "I see."

Silence settles between you again, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable. It feels like he's processing.

"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice is quiet and genuinely curious. "We've been together over a year… sweetheart, we’re engaged.”

You shift slightly in his arms. "I didn't know how. It felt… embarrassing."

"Embarrassing," he repeats, like he's testing the word. "To want something from me?"

"To want that from you." You press your face into his shoulder. "You're always so controlled. So careful with me. I didn't know if you'd even want to—"

"I did."

You pull back enough to look at him. "You did?"

His expression is serious. "I've always wanted to give you what you need. I simply didn't know what that was." His thumb brushes along your jaw. "I wish you'd known you could tell me."

"I know." Your voice comes out small. "I just… couldn't find the words."

He considers that. "What specifically appealed to you? About those stories."

God, he really does want to understand.

"The… the way you—he—took control," you say carefully. "The certainty. Like there was no question about what he wanted or how he'd get it."

"And that's what you wanted from me."

"…Yes."

His hand slides up to cup the back of your neck. "Did I give you what you needed tonight?"

You meet his eyes. "Yes. God, yes."

"Good." He pulls you closer, and you feel him exhale slowly against your hair. "I want you to tell me these things directly. I can't read your mind."

"I know."

"If there's something you want from me—anything—tell me.”

His words settle something deep inside you. "Okay."

"I mean it." His voice is firm now, almost stern. "Promise me."

"I promise."

He holds you tighter, and you feel some tension leave his body. "Good."

You stay like that for a while, wrapped around each other, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

Your throat tightens. "Thank you for not making me feel ashamed of it."

His lips press against your forehead. "Darling, I could never be ashamed of you."

And that's all either of you needs to say.

CHOSO ♡ WANTED

You hear the knock just as you’re trying to decide between two shirts.

“Coming!”

You glance at yourself in the mirror one more time. “…Actually.” A laugh slips out.

“Come in! It’s unlocked! I’ll be right out!”

“Alright.” Choso’s voice is as quiet and even as ever.

A second later, the front door opens and closes. He slips off his shoes automatically before stepping into your apartment.

The place is familiar. A blanket thrown over the couch. One of your mugs abandoned on the coffee table. A book left open where you’d clearly been reading.

And your laptop. Still awake. He only glances at it because something catches his eye. His own face.

He stops. “…Hm.”

He steps closer. Not to pry. Just to make sure he’s seeing what he thinks he is. It really is him. A photograph. His name.

Choso Kamo x Reader

His brow furrows. “…Reader?” He says the word quietly to himself, trying to understand it.

His gaze drifts lower. There are paragraphs underneath. He reads without really meaning to. His expression changes almost imperceptibly. His ears begin to redden.

He reads one more sentence.

Then another.

“…This is…”

A story... about him… about you.

He simply stands there, staring. Not embarrassed. Confused.

Why would someone imagine this?

Why would they imagine him?

More importantly… Why were you reading it?

Your footsteps break the silence. He looks up just as you round the corner. Your eyes land on him. Then on the laptop. Still open. Still displaying his face.

Your stomach drops. “…Choso.”

His attention leaves the screen immediately. “I apologize.” He steps back from the coffee table without hesitation. “I wasn’t trying to read your computer.”

A small pause. “I saw my face.”

You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

He watches you for another moment before asking, with complete sincerity, “…Why would someone write something like this about me?”

“I…” Your brain completely empties. “…Choso…”

“Yes?”

“It’s not…” You stop… then start over. “I didn’t write it.”

“…No?”

“I’m just…” Your face burns. “…Reading it.”

His eyes widen just a fraction. “…You’re reading stories…” He glances at the laptop. “…About me.”

It’s not really a question. Just something he’s trying to fit together in his head.

You nod. “…Yeah… I know it’s strange.”

“No.” He answers so quickly it surprises you. “I just…” He searches for the right words. “I didn’t think anyone would imagine me that way.”

That lands somewhere deep in your chest. You laugh once, weakly. “…Trust me.”

He looks at you.

“…There are a lot of people imagining you that way.”

He blinks. “…There are?”

You nod, mortified. “…A lot.”

He’s quiet for several seconds. Thinking. Then his gaze returns to you. “…But you chose to read them.”

“…Yeah.”

“…Because you wanted to?”

You nod again. 

His voice grows quieter. “…You wanted me.”

Heat floods your face. “…Yes.”

He takes a slow step toward you. “…Like that?”

“…Yes.”

Another step. “…You’ve imagined me touching you.”

“…Choso…”

“…Imagined what I’d say.” He’s close now. Close enough that you can feel the warmth coming off him. “…What I’d be like.”

Your breath catches. “…Yes.”

His hand lifts to your face, cupping your jaw with surprising tenderness. “…I’ve wanted you for months.”

His voice is barely above a whisper. “I didn’t think…” He shakes his head once. “I didn’t think you could want me too.” He rests his forehead against yours. “…Tell me this is real.”

You smile nervously despite yourself. “It is.”

“…You want me?”

“I do.”

Only then does he let out the breath he’d been holding. His shoulders finally relax, and for the first time since walking into your apartment, he smiles. It’s small, almost disbelieving.

“…Good.” 

He doesn’t move. He just looks at you. Like he’s trying to memorize your face. Like he’s afraid that if he blinks, you’ll disappear.

His thumb brushes across your cheek once. “…I really thought I was the only one feeling this.”

You shake your head.

His eyes soften, the last trace of uncertainty fading.

Then he's on you. His mouth crashes into yours—desperate and hungry, with months of restraint exploding in an instant. He walks you backward until your back slams against the wall. His body presses into yours, pinning you there. You can feel how hard he is. He’s thick and straining against his pants, pressing into your hip.

"…Fuck—" The word tears out of him. "…Can't believe—this is—“

He hikes your skirt up, bunching it around your waist. He drops to his knees like he's worshipping at an altar. His hands grip your thighs rough and desperate, and he lifts you, hoisting you up against the wall as your legs drape over his shoulders.

"…Oh god—"

For a second he just stares. Your pussy right in front of his face. Already wet. Already wanting him.

"…Fuck—you're so—" His voice breaks. "…So fucking perfect—"

Then his mouth is on you. No hesitation. No teasing. His tongue flattens against your clit and he groans, deep and guttural and completely wrecked, like he's tasting something he's been dreaming about.

"…Oh my god—" His words are muffled against you. "…Taste so—mmmgood—"

His tongue works you with single-minded devotion. Circling your clit. Flicking. Sucking. He's moaning into your pussy like he can't help it. Like eating you out is the most incredible thing he's ever experienced.

His hips grind forward desperately, seeking friction against nothing. He's so hard it hurts and he doesn't even care. All he cares about is you. Your taste. Your sounds. The way your thighs squeeze against his face.

"…Choso—oh fuck—"

He groans louder at the sound of his name. His fingers dig into your thighs. They’re bruising and possessive. He’s holding you exactly where he wants you. His tongue slides lower, pushing inside you, fucking you with it while his nose grinds against your clit.

"…Yes—yes—fuck—just like that—"

He's whimpering now. Actually whimpering. Lost in it. Drowning in your pussy like it's the only thing that matters. His face presses harder, his tongue working deeper, and the vibration of his desperate moans sends shocks through your entire body.

"…Cho—oh god—I'm—"

He pulls back just enough to gasp, "…Please" His voice is wrecked. He’s begging you. “I need to feel you come on my face—please”

Then his mouth is back on you. Sucking your clit, hard. His tongue flicking feverishly.

"…Fuck—fuck—Choso—"

He groans and it’s desperate and animalistic. His grip on your thighs tightens until you can't move, can't squirm, can't do anything but take it. You're completely at his mercy and he's treating you like you're the only thing in the world that matters.

"…Give it to me—" His voice is a command. It’s raw and broken. "Come for me—please—need it—"

"…Oh fuck—oh fuck—Choso—I'm—"

It crashes over you like a wave. Your whole body locks up and then.. you gush. Fluid squirts out of you, soaking his face, his chin, and dripping down his neck and chest. You lose control completely, your hips grinding against his mouth as broken sounds tear from your throat.

He moans, loud and utterly destroyed. But his tongue is still working you, lapping at you, drinking you down like he's been dying of thirst. He doesn't pull away. Doesn't flinch. He takes everything you give him like it's a gift. Like it's a privilege.

He keeps going. Keeps his mouth on you even as you shake, even as you're gasping his name, even as the aftershocks roll through you in waves. He's completely obsessed.

When he finally pulls back, his face is drenched. His shirt is soaked through, clinging to his chest. He's panting, staring up at you with blown pupils and wet lips, looking absolutely ruined.

For a long moment, he doesn't move. Doesn't speak. He just stares at you like he's trying to remember every second of it. His chest heaves. His hands are still buried where they rest on your thighs.

His hand lifts slowly and he traces a line down your inner thigh. Just... touching you. Grounding himself in the reality that you're here. That this happened. That he just made you come so hard you lost control completely. His eyes are glassy. His whole body is trembling.

Then he's lifting you carefully, like you're something precious. Carrying you down the hall with his hands still shaking. He lays you on the bed with surprising gentleness, then strips your skirt and underwear off completely.

His breathing is still ragged. His pupils are blown so wide they swallow almost all of the amber.

"…Everything you read—" His voice cracks slightly. "…It was real. All of it."

Then he's climbing over you. His cock presses against your entrance, it’s and hot and leaking. He's already losing it. Already drunk on you before he's even inside you.

"…Please—I need—“ The pleas tear from his throat 

"…Yes—"

He pushes just the tip in at first. But the sound he makes? Shattered and needy and completely overwhelmed.. It goes straight through you.

"…Oh god—" 

His whole body is shaking. “…So tight—so—fuck—"

He sinks deeper. Inch by inch. Filling you completely. His forehead drops to yours and he's hissing at the feeling of being wrapped completely in your walls as he finally bottoms out. 

"…Yes—" His voice cracks. He can't form coherent thoughts anymore. Then he starts moving. And he loses it completely.

His hips snap forward. It’s hard, and desperate, and frantic. There’s no rhythm. Just an overwhelming, all-consuming need.

"…I love you—fuck—I love you—“ The words spill out involuntarily.

He buries his face in your neck, panting against your skin. You can feel his breath, it’s hot and ragged, and his chest is heaving against yours. His hands grip you tighter, like he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

He's completely wrecked by the sensation of being inside you. By the reality that this is actually happening.

His hips stutter. He pulls back just to look at you—really look at you. His eyes are unfocused, but they hold everything he can't say out loud. For a second he just stares at you. His jaw clenched. His hands shake where they grip your sides.

Then he's moving again. Harder. Deeper. Chasing the feeling of you around him.

His hand slides between your bodies and finds your clit and he rubs in desperate circles.

"…Oh—Choso—"

"…Please—" He's whining “—Need to feel you come—"

The pressure builds fast, it’s almost overwhelming. "…Choso—I'm—I'm—"

His fingers work harder. His whole body tenses. "…That's it—please—give it to me.”

It crashes over you again. Every muscle seizes before the release tears through you. "…Oh god—oh god—Choso—"

You clench around him, and it’s tight and rhythmic and perfect. He whimpers, his rhythm breaking completely. “…Fuck—yes—just like that—“

He keeps fucking you through it. Prolonging your pleasure. His fingers still working your clit. Drawing it out until you're falling apart underneath him.

"…Wait—wait—too much—"

The sensitivity is becoming unbearable. You push at his chest and he pulls out immediately. He’s confused and worried, but you're already moving. You climb on top of him and straddle his hips.

"…Oh—oh fuck—" His hands fly to your waist. "…You're—"

He stares up at you like you've given him the world. Like watching you take control of him is the best thing he's ever seen.

You sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch, savoring the stretch and fullness. The way his cock fills you perfectly.

"…Fuck—" His voice breaks. "…You're so—I can't—“

You start moving, slowly rolling your hips. Riding him with a deliberate and torturous slowness.

"…Oh god—" His fingers dig into your hips. "…Please—"

"Slow down, Cho—" Your voice is shaky and breathless.

"…Okay—okay—" He's trying. You can see him trying. His jaw is working. Every muscle is taut with restraint. "…Anything—whatever you want—"

You lean forward and kiss him softly. Your foreheads press together as you ride him. He breathes against you, trying to hold on. Like the intimacy of this and the control you have over him right now is almost too much to bear.

His hands slide up your sides, running up your ribcage and resting just below your breasts. Like he's trying to feel every curve, every dip, every inch of you.

His eyes squeeze shut and his whole body tenses beneath you. Every muscle is locked tight, fighting the urge to take over. Fighting himself.

"…I'm sorry—I'm sorry—" His hips buck up into you hard and involuntary. "…Fuck—I’m sorry—sooo sorry—“

"…Cho—"

Then his control shatters completely and his hands slam your hips down as he drives up into you deeper and deeper with every thrust. Taking over. Taking what he needs.

"…Oh—fuck—yes—"

He does it again and again and again. Slamming you down on his cock while fucking up into you brutally.

"…Ah—ah—Choso—"

His face buries in your neck and his breathing is rough against your skin. He just moves. There’s no words, no sounds except his breath and the wet heat between you. 

"…Please—" His voice cracks against your skin. "…I need—"

Your nails dig into his shoulders, scratching down his back. “…Choso—fuck—yes—harder”

He's so close that he can barely breathe. “I’m—gonna—“

It hits you both at once. You scream his name as you clench around him, just as he drives as deep as he can possibly go, and comes hard, filling you up completely. You can feel the warmth of his cum shooting into you. His whole body shaking as he holds you down on him. His fingers bruising your hips.

"…Fuck—yes—oh god—yes—"

His hips rock gently with the last of his release. You collapse into him and his arms lock tightly around you immediately—like he's anchoring himself to you. His breathing is ragged against your hair. He stays inside you and just holds you. 

"…That was—" He struggles to catch his breath, a small incredulous laugh leaves him. "…Holy fuck." 

"…Yeah."

He kisses your shoulder, then your neck. His breathing gradually steadies. His hands move slowly up and down your back, almost like doing it on instinct. “…Better than any fantasy.”

You smile gently with your eyes closed, trying to bring yourself back to the world. “So much better.”

“…Because it was real.”

You open your eyes and watch him for a moment before brushing your thumb across his cheek. “…You know,” you tease softly, “you said ‘I love you’ a lot.”

He freezes. “…I did?”

“More than once.” 

His ears go red and he looks away for a second before meeting your eyes again.

“You really wanted me?” It’s barely a whisper.

You lace your fingers through his. “I did.. and I still do.” 

He lets out a slow breath and folds you back against his chest. “…I thought I was imagining it,” he murmurs into your hair. “That I was just seeing what I wanted to see.”

You run your fingers through his hair and feel him melt into your touch. "…You weren't."

He holds you tighter, like he needs something to keep him here. To you. To the idea that you could feel the same way he did.

Outside, the city still hums. But inside, there's just the sound of your breathing slowly mixing with his and the quiet rhythm of two people who finally stopped waiting.

INO ♡ … ME?

Your phone buzzes just as you’re tossing a blanket over the back of the couch.

Takuma: Outside.

You grin.

You: Door’s unlocked! Come in! I’ll be one sec!

Takuma: 👍

You laugh to yourself, ducking into your bedroom to grab the hoodie you’d forgotten.

A second later, the front door opens. “Hey?”

“In here!” you call. “I’ll be right out!”

“Okay!”

Ino kicks off his shoes without thinking and wanders into the living room. It already feels familiar. Your favorite blanket is draped over the couch. Two mugs are sitting on the coffee table from yesterday.

A half-empty bag of chips you both forgot about is still sitting where you left it after movie night. He shakes his head with a smile.

“You seriously never clean…”

Then he notices your laptop. Still open. Still awake.

“…You’ll kill the battery.”

He reaches over to close it. Then stops.

“…Huh?”

His own face is staring back at him. He leans closer.

“…That’s me.”

The title above the photo makes him blink.

Takuma Ino x Reader

“…What?” He frowns.

“Reader?”

He doesn’t really know what that means. Curious now, he looks a little lower. There are tags.

#takuma ino x reader

#ino fluff

#ino smut

His ears immediately go pink.

“…No way.”

His thumb twitches against the trackpad. The page scrolls.

“…Oh.”

Another line.

“…OH.”

His entire face goes scarlet. He jerks his hand away from the laptop like it burned him.

“…I definitely shouldn’t have read that.”

He takes one hurried step backward. Then another. Just as your bedroom door opens. You round the corner. You see Ino. Then the laptop.

Still open. Still displaying his face.

“…Takuma.”

His eyes go wide. “I can explain!”

“…Can you?”

“I wasn’t snooping!” He points frantically at the laptop. “I was trying to close it!”

You don’t answer.

“…Then…” He rubs the back of his neck, looking impossibly guilty. “…I saw my own face.”

Silence.

“I swear I wasn’t trying to read it.”

“…It just…” He gestures helplessly. “…Kept being about me.”

You cover your face with both hands. “Oh my god…”

“I didn’t mean to keep scrolling!”

“You kept scrolling?”

“It was an accident!”

You let out the most defeated sigh of your life. “I can never look at you again.”

“What?”

“I have to move.”

“What?”

“To another country.”

Ino laughs. Then he notices you’re serious.

“…Wait.” His smile fades into confusion. He looks back at the laptop. Then at you. “…Those were…”

A pause.

“…Stories.”

“…Yeah.”

“…About me.”

“…Yeah.” Another pause. “…And…” He points between himself and you. “…You were reading them?”

You slowly nod. “…Yeah.”

He blinks. “…Why?”

You stare at him. “…Takuma.”

“No, I mean…” He’s genuinely puzzled. “…Why me?”

You just stare harder. “…Seriously?”

“…I…” He laughs awkwardly. “…I guess I just…” He rubs the back of his neck again. “…I never thought…” His voice gets quieter. “…You liked me.”

That, more than anything, knocks the embarrassment out of you. You lower your hands. “…You’ve seriously never noticed?”

He stares. “…Noticed what?”

“…Takuma.”

“…What?”

“…I’ve had a crush on you for months.”

His mouth falls open. “…You…” He points at himself. “…Me?”

You nod. “…You.”

He just stands there. Processing. Then, very slowly, an enormous grin spreads across his face. “…No way.” He laughs, a bright, and disbelieving laugh. “…No actual way.”

He looks at the laptop. Then back at you. “…You were reading stories because you wanted…” He points at himself again. “…Me?”

Your face burns. “…Please stop saying it like that.”

“I’ve been an idiot.”

“You really have.”

“Oh my god.” He laughs again, running a hand through his hair. “I thought you were just… nice.”

“You thought I was just nice?”

“You brought me soup when I was sick!”

“I like you!”

“I know that now!”

He looks at you for a long second, still smiling like he can’t believe his luck.

“…Can I ask you something?”

“…What?”

“…Would you rather stop reading about me…” He takes a tentative step closer. “…And actually do what happens in those stories?”

Your heart stops. "…What?"

Ino takes another step closer. "I'm serious." His voice is softer now. "I've been thinking about you for months."

"…You have?"

"Yeah." He laughs, a little breathless. "I just… I didn't think I had a chance."

"Takuma…"

"So I'm asking." He's close enough now that you can see the flush spreading down his neck. "Would you rather keep reading about me…"

His eyes meet yours. "…Or let me show you?"

The air between you feels electric.

"…Show me what?"

His smile turns shy. “Everything you've been reading about."

Your breath catches. "…You don't have to—"

"I want to." He reaches out, fingertips brushing your wrist. "I really, really want to."

The touch sends heat racing up your arm. “…Takuma."

"Tell me yes." His thumb traces a circle against your pulse point. "Please."

You can barely breathe. “…Yes."

The word is barely out before he's kissing you. It's not tentative. It's months of restraint breaking all at once.

His hands cup your face, tilting your head back as he deepens the kiss, and you make a sound against his mouth that makes him groan.

"God," he breathes against your lips. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"Show me."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and pupils blown wide. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He kisses you again, slower this time, savoring it. Then his hands slide down to your waist. "Can I…?"

"Yes."

"I didn't finish asking."

You laugh breathlessly. "I don't care. Yes."

His grin is brilliant. "Okay."

He guides you backward toward the couch, never breaking the kiss, until the backs of your knees hit the cushions and you sit down hard.

Ino follows you down, kneeling between your legs, hands sliding up your thighs. "Is this okay?"

"More than okay."

"Good." His fingers find the hem of your shirt. "Can I take this off?"

"Takuma, you can do whatever you want."

He makes a strangled sound. "You can't just say things like that."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm already losing my mind."

You reach down and pull your shirt over your head yourself. His eyes go wide.

"…Oh."

"Your turn."

He doesn't need to be told twice. His shirt hits the floor a second later, and then his hands are back on you, sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra.

"You're the prettiest person I've ever seen."

He leans in, pressing kisses along your collarbone. Your fingers thread through his hair. “You're going to kill me."

"Not yet." He grins against your skin. "I haven't even started."

His hands slide around to your back, finding the clasp of your bra. “Can I—?"

“Yes."

His fingers fumble slightly, nervously, before the clasp gives way. The fabric falls away. For a moment, he just stares. “…Fuck." His voice comes out strangled.

"Oh—"

"No, I—" He swallows hard, eyes wide. "You're—" His hands hover, trembling slightly. “Can I touch you?"

"Please."

His hands finally make contact, cupping your breasts, and he gasps.

"Oh my god—you're so soft."

His thumbs brush over your nipples experimentally, and you shiver. He squeezes gently. 

"I've wanted to do this for months." He laughs breathlessly. "Every time you wore that blue sweater I tried not to stare."

"Takuma—"

He leans in, pressing a kiss between your breasts. "You have no idea how many times I—"

You pull him up and kiss him hard, cutting him off. When you break away, he blinks. "…Where was I?"

"You were talking too much."

"Right… I definitely was."

His mouth finds your breast, tongue circling your nipple before he takes it into his mouth.

You gasp, arching into him. "Oh—"

He groans around you, and his hand works the other breast, squeezing, thumb brushing over the nipple in time with his tongue. He sucks harder, and your fingers tighten in his hair. He pulls back with a wet sound, immediately moving to the other breast.

"Can't neglect this one."

His tongue flicks over your nipple before he takes it into his mouth, and you feel his other hand slide down to grip your thigh.

"You laughed at one of my jokes three weeks ago—" He switches breasts, licking. "—and I thought about it for two days."

"That's—"

"Pathetic?"

"Sweet."

He grins against your skin, then sucks hard enough to make you moan. His hand slides from your thigh to your ass, squeezing hard.

"Fuck, your body—"

He's alternating between your breasts now, unable to choose, wanting to touch and taste everything at once.

Kissing. Licking. Sucking.

His hands knead your ass while his mouth works your breasts with focus.

"I could do this all day." His teeth graze gently, and you gasp. "Just—fuck—you feel so good in my mouth."

He buries his face between your breasts, kissing there, hands cupping both.

"So warm—"

You grab his face and kiss him again, swallowing whatever he was about to say. He makes a surprised sound, then melts into it, tongue sliding against yours. When you pull back, he's breathing hard.

"You keep interrupting me."

"You keep rambling."

"Mmm.”

He takes one nipple back into his mouth, sucking slowly, thoroughly, and you feel his hand slide back down to grip your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch.

"Want to worship every inch of you."

"Takuma, please—"

"Please what?"

"More."

He pulls back, grinning. "More?"

"Don't tease."

"I'm not teasing." His hands slide down to the waistband of your skirt. "I'm savoring."

"Takuma—"

"But if you want more… I can do that."

You lift your hips, and he slips your skirt up and pulls down your panties. For a second, he just stares. His hands are frozen on your calves.

"…Jesus."

"Oh—"

"No, I—“ He swallows hard. "How are you real?"

"What?"

"You're—" His eyes drag up your body slowly, taking in every inch. "You're perfect."

"Stop—"

"I'm serious." His voice comes out rough. "I've been thinking about this nonstop.” His hands slide up your calves to your knees. "Thinking about you." Higher now, to your thighs. "About touching you." He squeezes gently, and you feel the tremor in his fingers. "About how you'd feel."

"Mhm—"

"And you're—" He shakes his head like he can't believe it. "You're so much better than anything I imagined."

His thumbs stroke the inside of your thighs, and you shiver. His breath catches. He closes his eyes like he's trying to ground himself, then opens them again and they’re dark with want.

His hands slide higher, spreading your thighs wider. "How the hell did I get you interested in me?" His voice comes out rough, almost broken with disbelief. 

“Have you seen yourself?" You ask him. 

He laughs breathlessly. "Have you seen you?"

His gaze drops between your legs, and he makes a strangled sound. "Fuck."

"Eloquent."

"I'm—" He can't seem to finish the sentence. His hands are shaking now as they grip your thighs. "You wore that skirt last week and I couldn't stop thinking about what was under it." He leans in, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "And now I get to find out."

His breath is hot against your skin as he kisses higher. His hands slide around to grip your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch.

"Can I?"

"Yes—"

"I need to hear you say it." His eyes meet yours. "Tell me I can taste you."

"Please—"

"Say it."

"Taste me, Takuma."

He groans. "Fuck, I love hearing you say my name." His hands squeeze your ass, kneading the flesh. "You're so soft." Another kiss to your inner thigh. “So perfect." He's so close now you can feel his breath against you. "I can't believe this is real."

"It's real."

"Good." He presses one more kiss to your thigh. "Because I've been dying to do this." Then his mouth is on you, and you cry out.

"Fuck—oh god—"

He hums against you, the vibration making you jerk. His tongue is everywhere—circling, flicking, pressing—and you can't think, can't breathe, can only feel.

"Oh god—oh god—"

His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he works you over meticulously.

"Takuma—I—"

He pulls back just enough to speak. "You taste so good." Then he's back, tongue pressing flat against you before circling your clit, and you're gone.

"I'm—I'm gonna—"

"Do it." His voice is muffled against you. "Come for me."

The orgasm hits you, and you cry out his name, fingers tangled in his hair as pleasure crashes through you.

He doesn't stop. He works you through it, tongue gentling but never leaving, until you're gasping and oversensitive and pulling at his shoulders.

"Takuma—too much—" 

He pulls back, grinning. His lips are wet. "Too much?"

"I need—"

"What do you need?"

You reach for his belt. “You."

His eyes darken. "Yeah?"

"Please."

He stands, making quick work of his pants, and then he's naked in front of you, and—

"…Oh."

He laughs, a little self-conscious. "Is that a good 'oh'?"

"Very good." You slide off the couch, sinking to your knees in front of him.

His eyes go wide. "Wait—you don't have to—"

"I want to." You reach up, wrapping your hand around him, and he gasps. "Oh—"

"Is this okay?"

"Yes—fuck—yes—"

You stroke him slowly, watching the way his stomach muscles tense. "You're so hard."

"I—yeah—" His voice is already strained. You lean in, pressing a kiss his tip, and he makes a strangled sound. "Oh my god—" You lick a stripe up the underside, and his hand flies to your hair. "Fuck—"

Then you take him into your mouth. "Oh—" His fingers slide into your hair. "Your mouth—" You take him deeper. "Fuck—"

You hollow your cheeks, and he groans, hips thrusting forward. "Sorry—I—“ You take him deeper in response, and the apology dies in his throat. "God—"

His other hand joins the first, cradling your head. "You look—" His voice breaks. "On your knees like this—"

You pull back slowly, tongue swirling around the tip, and he shudders. “I've thought about this." The words come out rough. "Your mouth on me—but this is—"

You take him deep again, relaxing your throat, your nose almost touching his abs, and he makes a choked sound.

"—so much better—" His fingers tighten in your hair. You bob your head, finding a rhythm, and his breathing becomes uneven. "The way you—the way your lips—" You hum around him, and his knees nearly buckle.

"Oh fuck—"

You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, getting harder. His whole body goes rigid, trembling as he forces his eyes open to watch you. His breathing fractures into something desperate and broken.

His thumb strokes your cheek, gentle even as his hips continue to pump into your mouth. You encourage the movement, hands gripping his thighs, and he gasps.

"You're taking me so—so well—" His voice is getting quieter, more broken. "Every time you—when you do that thingwith your tongue—"

You do it again, and he moans. “—yeah, that—fuck—"

You can feel him losing control, his whole body trembling. "Your eyes—looking up at me like that—" His breathing is harsh now, desperate. "I'm close—I'm—"

You suck harder, and his words fragment completely. “I—can't—too good—you're—"

His cock pulses against your tongue. "Gonna—I'm gonna—"

Suddenly he pulls back, hands gentle but urgent as he guides you off him. 

"Wait—wait—"

You look up at him, confused, and he's staring down at you with wild eyes.

"I'll be damned if I come before I even get to fuck you."

His voice is wrecked, shaking. "Need to be inside you—need to feel you—"

He helps you up, hands trembling as they grip your arms.

The moment you're standing, he kisses you hard and demanding, tasting himself on your tongue. When he pulls back, he's breathing hard.

"You're incredible." He cups your face with both hands. "You're—you're everything."

"Mm—"

"I'm serious." He kisses your forehead, your nose, your lips. "Everything."

You reach for him, and he comes willingly, letting you pull him down onto the couch. You push at his shoulders until he's sitting, then swing a leg over his lap. His hands immediately find your hips.

His eyes are locked on yours, wide and dark and full of want. "You bit your lip when you were concentrating on that movie last week and I couldn't focus for the rest of it."

You reach between you, wrapping your hand around him, and he groans. You stroke him slowly, watching his face. He rocks up into your hand with a groan. "You were actually reading those stories about me."

His eyes are half-lidded, watching you stroke him. "And now you're here. Actually touching me." He laughs breathlessly, shaking his head. "I can't—"

You position him at your entrance, and before he can say anything else, you sink down.

The groan that tears from his throat is deep and broken. "Oh—oh fuck—"

You take him slowly, inch by inch, and his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise.

"I've wanted this—" His voice breaks. 

Another inch.

"You feel so good—" His head falls back against the couch, throat exposed, and you can see him swallowing hard.

You sink down completely, taking him completely, and he makes a sound like he's been punched.

"Oh my god—" His hands grip your hips. One hand slides up to cup your breast, squeezing.

"You laughed at my joke three weeks ago," he breathes, staring at your chest like he's never seen anything more beautiful. "And I couldn't stop thinking about it."

He leans forward, taking your nipple into his mouth, and groans around it. The vibration makes you clench around him, and he pulls back with a gasp.

"Fuck—when you do that—" His other hand slides around to grip your ass.

"I've stared at your ass so many times—tried to be respectful—" He laughs, a little hysterical. “But I couldn't help it—"

You lean down and kiss him hard, cutting him off. He makes a surprised sound, melting into it. When you pull back, he's breathing harder.

Both hands are on your ass now, gripping tight, pulling you down harder onto him. You both moan.

His voice breaks. “God you’re so—wet—fuck"

He's staring at where you're joined now, watching himself disappear inside you.

"Look at you taking me—" One hand slides from your ass to your hip, thumb stroking your skin.

"You were actually reading those stories about me—" His voice cracks with disbelief. “And now you're here—"

Both hands are on your breasts now, squeezing and kneading. He leans forward, kissing between them, his lips warm against your skin. His hips buck up, and you gasp at the angle. His thumb finds your clit, and he groans.

"Fuck—right there—"

He circles slowly, watching your face as you react to his touch. “Right—here?”

He circles slowly, and you clench around him. "Fuck—when you squeeze me like that—" His head falls back again. "I can't think—"

You start rolling your hips, just slightly, and his words fragment.

"Oh—oh god—" His hands fly to your hips, gripping. "You're—the way you move—" His hips are moving now, small thrusts upwards. His hands grip tighter, his thumb presses harder against your clit, and he's losing it. 

You lift up and sink back down, harder this time, and he gasps. "Oh fuck—"

His breath catches, stuttering out in broken gasps. His eyes go glassy, unfocused, like his mind is breaking under the sensation of you.

"This is—fuck, is perfect—"

"Right there—"

"You're so—"

You grab his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. "’KUMA" Your voice is stern.

He blinks, eyes focusing on yours, looking almost confused. "I—what—"

You hold his gaze. "Shut up and fuck me."

His eyes go even darker. "Yes, ma'am." He swallows hard. "Fuck, you're so hot."

You kiss him hard, swallowing whatever else he was about to say. He groans into your mouth, hands tightening on your hips.

Then you start moving. Slowly at first, rolling your hips, finding the angle that makes you both gasp.

He breaks the kiss with a moan. "Oh—oh fuck—" You lift up and sink back down, taking him deep.

"Yes—" His hands guide you, helping you move. "Just like that—" You move faster, riding him properly now. 

"God—you feel so good—" His thumb finds your clit again, circling. "So fucking good—"

You're already so close. But you want to feel every second of this.

"Takuma—"

"Yeah?" His voice is strained, breathless.

"Touch me."

"I am touching you—"

"More." 

His free hand slides up your side, over your ribs, cupping your breast. "Like this?"

"Yes—"

He squeezes, thumb brushing over your nipple, and you gasp.

You roll your hips again and he groans. 

“Fuck—"

"Keep talking."

"What?"

"I like hearing you."

His eyes go even darker. "You remember when you fell asleep on my shoulder? Your head was right here—" His hand slides up to your neck, thumb stroking your jaw. "And I just... sat there. Didn't move for two hours."

"Mmm—"

"Thought about this." His hips thrust up to meet yours. "About having you like this—" The angle shifts slightly, and suddenly he's hitting that perfect spot inside you.

"Oh—!”

"There?"

"Yes—right there—!”

You move faster, chasing the pleasure building in your core. His hand on your breast squeezes gently, possessive. "Never thought I'd actually get to feel this—"

"'Kuma—"

“I love watching you." His thumb presses harder on your clit. "Love feeling you—"

"I'm getting close—"

"Good." His voice drops lower. "Want to feel you come on my cock."

"Fuck—"

"Want to feel you squeeze me—"

You're right on the edge. “Mmm—“

"You're so beautiful like this." His hand slides from your breast down to your hip, hard.

"Taking what you want—"

"Yes—!”

"Using me—"

"Oh god—!”

"I'm yours." His eyes lock on yours. "Completely yours."

The building orgasm is almost unbearable.

"Taku—I can't—"

"Yes you can." His thumb circles faster. "Let go." He thrusts up harder. “I can feel you—so close to coming for me baby girl.”

"Mhm—it’s right—there—“

"Do it." His voice is commanding now, desperate. "Come for me."

"Ah—ah—taku—“

"Please—" His other hand slides up to cup your face. “I need you to fall apart."

"I'm—"

"Come—God baby—pleeasee.” he wines. His thumb presses hard on your clit.

That does it. The orgasm crashes over you like a bomb, sudden and overwhelming. Your whole body goes taut, every muscle tensing.

"Yes—Oh god—" You can feel yourself clenching around him, pulsing.

"Fuck—" He groans beneath you, feeling every contraction. "That's it—" The sensation is almost too much, bordering on pain.

His thumb keeps circling, drawing it out. Wave after wave crashes through you. "’Kuma—" Your thighs are shaking, your whole body twitching.

"I've got you." His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as you ride it out. "So pretty—"

You can't form words anymore, just broken sounds.

"That's it—"

You finally collapse forward onto his chest, completely spent.

"I know—baby—“ His arms come around you immediately, holding you close. "I've got you—"

You lift your head just enough to capture his mouth with yours. The kiss is deep and messy, tongues sliding together. He groans into your mouth, hands sliding up your back. You kiss him harder, tasting the salt of sweat on his lips. His tongue tangles with yours, and you can feel him still hard inside you. When you finally break away, you're both breathing hard. You press kisses along his jaw, down to his neck.

"Fuck—"

You work your way up, kissing and licking until you reach his ear.

"'Kuma—" Your voice comes out breathless, shaky. "I can't—my legs are—useless—" You kiss just below his ear, feeling him shiver. "I need you to bend me over and fuck me."

He goes completely still beneath you. "What?"

You bite his earlobe gently, tugging. "Please."

"Oh my god—" His hands grip your hips hard. "Yes—fuck yes—" You can hear the excitement in his voice, feel the way his cock twitches inside you.

"Holy shit." He's already moving, helping you lift off him. "Yes—absolutely—fuck—"

You turn around on shaky legs, bracing yourself against the arm of the couch. Face down, ass up.

Behind you, Ino makes a strangled sound. "Oh my god."

You look back over your shoulder at him. He's standing now, staring at you like he's seeing heaven.

"You're—" His hands come to your hips, then slide down to grip your ass. He squeezes hard, kneading, and you gasp.

"Fuck—I love your ass." One hand slides between your legs, fingers brushing through the wetness there.

He lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, like he’s taking a mental picture of this moment. He pushes in slowly, and you both groan. "Oh—"

From this angle, he feels even bigger, stretching you. He grips your ass with both hands, pulling you back onto him. He starts moving, slow at first, watching.

"I can see—" His voice breaks. "Can see myself—filling you—“

“Faster—" 

He picks up the pace, hips snapping forward. The sound of skin on skin fills the room. One hand comes down on your ass with a sharp smack.

"Oh—ah!”

"Fuck—" He does it again, watching the way you jolt forward.

"You're taking me so deep like this—" His hands grip your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

"Mmmmfuuuck” You moan against the couch cushion.

"The way you—when I—" His words are fragmenting, overwhelmed. Another smack, and you moan. "Yes—like that—"

He's fucking you harder now, the angle letting him go deeper. "Every time I—you get tighter—" One hand slides around to find your clit. "Want to feel you come again—"

His fingers circle, and you gasp. "Oh GOD—“

"You're shaking—"

"Fuck—please!”

"I'm close too—fuck—so close—" His hips are moving frantically now. “You're going to—I'm going to—"

His fingers press hard on your clit. The orgasm hits you like lightning. You clench around him, and he groans. "Oh fuck—"

You're pulsing and squeezing him in waves. "Yes—yes—!”

He slams into you one more time, burying himself deep. "I'm—" You feel him pulse inside you filling you with thick hot ropes of cum. “Fuuuuckkk—" His whole body shudders, hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave marks.

He's groaning, broken sounds falling from his lips as he empties himself inside you.

You're both trembling, pleasure washing through you in waves. He collapses forward slightly, pressing kisses to your back breathing into you. Then he carefully pulls out, and you both wince. 

"Come here." He helps you turn around, pulling you against his chest. "You okay?"

"I—yeah—that was—“

You're both sweaty, exhausted, completely satisfied. He kisses the top of your head. His arms come around you, holding you close. 

“Better than those stories?” He murmurs.

You laugh breathlessly against his neck, then pull back to look at him. He's grinning, sweaty and flushed and absolutely beautiful.

"So much better."

"Good." He kisses you again. “Because I plan on doing that again."

"Again?"

"Many, many times."

You laugh. “Ambitious."

"I'm serious." His hands slide up your back. “I've been waiting months for this…. So we have a lot of time to make up for."

"Is that so?"

"Definitely." He shifts, and you wince. "Sorry”

"It's okay."

"Come here." He pulls you closer, tucked against him completely. "Better?"

"Yes.” You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

He's quiet for a moment. Then, “Can I admit something?"

"Depends."

"I think I talked too much."

You look at him. "…You think?"

He groans into the pillow. "I got nervous."

You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I know."

"It was bad, wasn't it?"

"No." You shift to look at him properly. "Don't stop."

He blinks at you. “…Really?"

"Really."

His expression softens, something vulnerable crossing his face. "You mean it?"

"I love it." You reach up and cup his face. "It's you. All of you. The rambling, the overthinking, the way you can't keep your thoughts in your head—I love that about you."

He leans into your touch. "Even when I'm being ridiculous?"

"Especially then." You kiss him gently. “Don't change. Not for me. Not for anyone."

He smiles against your lips. "Okay." He pulls you closer. "I can do that."

The moment settles into comfortable silence. 

Then, "…Takuma?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't believe you read my laptop."

He laughs. "I can't believe you were reading smut about me."

"It wasn't just smut."

"Oh?"

"Some of it was fluff."

"Fluff?"

"You know. Cute stuff."

He grins. "Like what?"

"Like… you bringing me coffee. Or holding my hand. Or—"

"Or this?" He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"…Yeah. Like this."

"Good." His arms tighten around you. "Because I plan on doing all of that too."

"The fluff and the smut?"

"Especially the smut."

You laugh, swatting his chest. "You're ridiculous."

"You like it."

"I do." You tilt your head up to look at him. "I really do."

His expression softens. "I like you too."

"Just like?"

"Okay, fine." He cups your face. "I'm crazy about you."

"Better."

"And now that I know you feel the same way…" He grins. "I'm never letting you go."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He kisses you again, slow and sweet. When he pulls back, his eyes are warm. "So… can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Are you going to keep reading those stories?"

You feel your face heat. "…Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"I mean… they're well-written."

He laughs. "Well-written."

"They are!"

"I'm sure."

He's grinning now. "But you know what?"

"What?"

"I think we can do better." He pulls you closer. "We've got the real thing now."

You smile against his chest. "Yeah. We do."

Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff

nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.

he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.

"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."

you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.

"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.

"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.

one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.

"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.

"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.

the door suddenly burst open.

"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."

reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.

nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.

"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.

he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.

you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.

reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.

"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"

reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.

"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.

nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.

"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"

you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."

he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."

Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro

rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.

his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.

his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.

"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."

"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.

he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.

"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.

you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"

"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.

the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.

your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.

"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."

your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.

right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.

"sae..?" you gasped in horror.

rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.

sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.

for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.

then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.

"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."

he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.

"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.

without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.

"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."

Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira

isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.

this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.

his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.

"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"

you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.

you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.

"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.

you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.

"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."

isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.

"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.

isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.

"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.

you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.

his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.

"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"

right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.

"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"

bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.

isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"

bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.

"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"

he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a second.

isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.

"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.

you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.

you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.

"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.

you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.

"at least you finally got your first blowjob."

isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."

Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis

chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.

his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.

he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.

"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."

he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.

"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"

he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.

"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.

she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."

you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.

his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"

chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.

"it's fine..just leave, please?"

his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."

she rushed out and closed the door behind her.

you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."

chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.

"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"

he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."

"hah—hyo!"

Megruru Bachira — caught by rin

bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.

he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.

"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."

"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.

"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."

his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.

"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.

"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.

your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.

then the door slammed open.

"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.

bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.

"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.

rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."

you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.

bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"

"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."

he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."

"ah! meg wait—"

Yes, tens of thousands- the view count climbing as he goes stupider and stupider, his eyes twitching closed above the field the camera offers to the strangers watching him get off. Sometimes they send in donations, begging for him to edge himself just a little longer or pinch his nipples. He’s surprised you didn’t think he had a side gig going, considering how many little trinkets and gifts he buys for you.

And he’s worked up enough already over your recent post; god, he tries so so hard not to look because he feels awful, but when he catches a glimpse of your thighs in a bikini on his feed he’s so gone he can’t help but mewl into his palm as the other slicks his cock. This week, you’ve posted a cutely curated set of your recent outings- and Megumi finds himself scrolling through the snaps of stray cats, foamy coffees, and study sessions to a selfie.

In the picture, you’re wearing a cute little tank top- and all Megumi can think about is how soft the sliver of your tits the photo affords him looks; how he wants to stuff his face between them and drool (he’s doing that already, saliva pooling in his mouth) while you pet his hair from above.

And so he finds himself setting up his camera to face the chair he’s slumped on, cock straining and leaking impatiently against his boxers as he wrangles his sweats to the floor; all it takes is a few taps of his keyboard, and he’s live.

His hand palms over the bulge in his underwear, watching the way pre dampens the cotton as the first donations already start flowing in. But he doesn’t care about that, not right now, as he has your post pulled up on his monitor and zoomed in pervertedly to the dip of cleavage in your tank top.

If Megumi was happy to let you stay at your dorm, you’re practically thrilled. Honestly, getting yourself off wasn’t part of your intended plan, but the seam of your underwear caught just right as you slipped into bed and now your fingers are carding messily through your own slick.

Your other hand, the one not circling your clit, is scrolling lazily on your phone through a live camboy website of all things. You can’t even find it within yourself to be ashamed, not when you’re being offered such a glorious array of whining men jerking into their hands.

“Nope,” you breathe, flicking past somebody in too-clear, pristine, professional lighting. “No…” you grimace again, ignoring the advert at the bottom of your screen telling you to ‘meet hot singles now!’

God, is there anything good on here?

Actually, you think surprisedly, landing on a slightly gritty livestream of somebody cracking out breathy moans through the occasional whine, maybe there is. It's like audio porn, but even better, because you know he's actually getting himself off, thick globules of pre snaking over his clenched knuckles while his other hand runs teasingly over his chest and pectorals.

Your index finger presses down onto your clit, applying enough pressure to make your hips lift a little off the bed as your thighs twitch restlessly. “Oh,” you moan to yourself, “mhm-“

On screen, the faceless camboy is repeatedly drawing his hand away from his poor, sensitive tip to watch the way his cock spurts out pre and soaks the messy happy trail crawling across his abs. “Hah, fuck-“ he whimpers, hips fucking into the air, “fuuccckk, feels good, hck-“

Oh, you think hazily, two fingers fucking into yourself, he’s gone totally stupid.

Nice!

He keeps rambling, the microphone picking it up. “Ohhhhmygod,” he slurs, “miss you. You’re so pretty, miss you s’bad…”

You pause, fingers buried knuckle-deep into your own cunt. Hold on- you recognise that voice. It sounds eerily similar. Your brows pinch in concentration as you rake through the people you know; nobody from your lectures, nobody you’ve spoken to in passing, nobody. You’ve been through everybody- well, not everybody.

Megumi.

“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself, grabbing your phone and sitting upright, “no fucking way.”

The camboy has a catalogue of previous livestreams pinned on his profile, ranging in length from hours-long edging sessions to quick bursts of videos he must’ve spontaneously recorded in a bathroom or another public space that you really shouldn’t be camboying from.

The phone is obviously slung in his hand, his other set of fingers stroking across his abs before pinching the tip of his cock. The noise he lets out hits the microphone sexily, so sexily it makes your thighs snap together.

The first full video you click on is a landscape view. The bedroom is dark and fuzzy, grainy footage showing his whole, naked body (but not his face) as he spreads himself out rather prettily on top of his sheets. The man’s back is arched slightly as he humps into a pillow, his eyes no doubt rolling back in his skull if you go by the noises he’s making.

“Hnngh-“ he whimpers, cock buried within the plush cotton of the pillowcase, “oh fuck, it still smells like y-you-“ he’s rambling, “smells so good, so gooood, fuck, feel so bad-“ your cheeks are hot. That’s definitely Megumi’s bedroom, you’d recognise that neat pile of veterinary textbooks on the shelf anywhere; but, that isn’t his pillow.

It’s yours.

“Can’t help myself, feels too good-“ he pants, mouth muffled against the bed as he desperately grinds his pelvis down. “Wish it was you,” he moans as he cums, hips stuttering against the soft material.

It’s definitely yours, the one you accidentally left at his dorm a few weeks ago after you slept on his couch with freshly-washed hair and the smell of your shampoo seeped into the pillow. “Holy shit.” You mutter to yourself, entranced with the way Megumi’s moaning stupidly about how good it smells on camera to thousands of strangers.

Thousands of horny strangers, as evidenced by the comments.

> Oh my god his whines

> I’m so wet rnnnn ughhghgh

> THE RAMBLING FUCKKKK

You know it’s him, definitely- but you can never have enough proof. At least, that’s the excuse you use to justify why you’re salivating over a lewd video of him wrapping his shaky fingers around his base and tugging. “I wish it was you-“ he breathes, “wish you were here.”

Surely he isn’t talking about you, is he? At least, that’s what you’re trying to tell yourself as you turn up your volume and your brightness simultaneously. “Fuck, you looked so good earlier,” he rambles to himself, occasionally cutting off his own train of thought as his fingers pull harshly. “I wanted you to fuck me so badly it hurt.”

He moans loudly, cracking at the end. “So badly, ngh-“

You’re shocked, honestly, sitting in bed as your best friend whimpers himself to an orgasm. You don’t realise he’s cumming until you hear him whine and his back practically arches away from the chair he’s in, shoving his slick tip towards the camera, and oh, he looks so pretty. His abs get a firm splattering, dripping messily across the sweaty skin, before he shakily drags a hand through the white. Then, the video ends, and you’re left to stunned silence and your own soaked gusset. And, of course, the comments.

> WHOOO is he talking about

> He’s so messy

> nghh his happy trail is sosoooso hot

You can barely face speaking to him the next day, nervously curled up on the opposite side of his couch and anxiously worrying your lip between your teeth. Lest you blurt out something along the lines of “I saw the video of you whimpering and humping my pillow and I had to take a cold shower afterwards”, you take a shaky sip of your water instead.

Now you’re back at Megumi’s place, you’re really registering how much money he must make from camboying. There’s nothing broken, not even little things like the window latches that, at your dorm, have a nasty habit of getting stuck closed in summer. And his clothes are nice too, in a subtle way- casual, but definitely made from a comfy blend of materials that polyester is nowhere near.

Your one saving grace is, dizzingly, that now you know he wants you too- and it’s maybe that (or the lack of sleep) that carries your next words out of your mouth.

“You know you can speak to me about anything, right, Megs?”

“Yeah?” He side eyes you, running a pale hand through his spiky hair. You squint. “Like, anything.”

He nods slowly. “Uh, yeah?”

“Oh, okay,” you say, “so when were you gonna tell me you make your money from being a camboy?”

Megumi freezes. His whole body tenses up on the couch and he looks rather nauseous.

“What?”

You shift into your hands and knees in front of him on the couch, slowly crawling towards his stilled body. “Don’t pretend,” you say, voice dropping into something a little breathy and very evil. Your fingers lightly drift across his thigh, and Megumi jolts. “I saw. That was my pillow, wasn’t it?”

His cheeks go redder than you think you’ve ever seen them- but he’s still silent, processing the fact that you know he fucks his hand every night on camera while whimpering your name. “I’m sorry,” he manages finally, voice thick, “I’m so, so sorry, I just- fuck-“

He dares a glance up, and almost chokes on his own spit. You look sorry for him, a little sad at how panicked he is; your eyes are big and round and, most of all, trusting, and it makes him feel hot. Mortification washes over him when he feels the blood previously flooding his face rush southwards, his sweats filling out the longer you pity him.

Honestly, he thinks he just wants you to take care of him. Maybe that’s why he’s spent so long begging on livestreams, cock buried in your scent or the fingers he wishes were yours.

“Admit it,” you whisper suddenly with a fresh burst of confidence at his blushing, your mouth hovering dangerously close to his. “You like this. Me pitying you.”

Megumi’s breath shudders loudly, his eyes screwed up as he gulps. Say it, Megumi! Something hisses at himself, you know you do. “Yeah. I really do.”

The initial press of your mouth against his is curved upwards as you smile into his tongue. You were expecting him to be just as tentative, but instead Megumi is messy- like he needs you to breathe, gripping you through your clothes with grabby hands.

“Mmpfh!” You squeak against his lips when he nips down- hard- on your bottom lip. He’s breathing heavily now, eyes shut lucidly as he leans into the gentle touch of your palms on his face. The kiss is sloppy; you keep pulling away for air, glossy strings of spit clashing in midair, only for Megumi to gasp and pull your mouth back closer.

It’s not close enough, though.

His hands are fisting in the shirt at your back, clinging to your waist to drag you atop his lap. Megumi doesn’t even realise what he’s done until you gasp, pulling back just long enough to gaze down at his face. All flustered and dazed, lips kiss bitten as he instinctually chases after your lips- how pretty.

You feel bad for the viewers, the ones on his livestreams who don’t get to see the face he makes when he’s all worked up. Your lap is splayed across his bulge, and when your hips lift up to awkwardly wriggle out of your jeans Megumi drops his forehead to your collarbone and whines at the loss.

And it’s that thought about those livestreams that brings your hand down his chest, feeling the fluttering beat of his heart, before playing with his waistband. He physically lurches when your hand, so soft and warm and loving, gently coaxes his cock out.

It slaps obscenely against his stomach, tip a pretty pink and dripping big beads of shining pre. There’s a significant vein striping down the side of the pale skin, curving around the length as it twitches hopelessly in the air under your watchful gaze. Megumi’s fingers are curling into the couch on either side, digging hollow dents into the throw pillows like he isn’t ready to allow himself to touch you.

Your other hand travels up his body towards his face, tilting his chin up towards you so you can take in his blown pupils and the haze already seeping over them like ink. His mouth is clamped shut, lips drawn into a thin line to keep his needy noises locked behind his teeth; so, logically, you have to open him up.

Two of your fingers slide tentatively into the warm, small space of his mouth, and Megumi accepts them like a ship going to the sea, waves battering at his sides. He feels a little like he's drowning inside his own head, being so vulnerable and pathetic under you, but the feeling of your digits gently probing at his tongue keeps him steady.

You’re still across his lap, scooted backwards to allow his cock to rest in the heated space between you as you gently take it in your hand. He moans immediately and his hips buck up. “Sorry.” He apologises thickly around your fingers as you ease them out, warm face dropping against your clothed chest. And yet, his hips don’t stop.

They splatter your hand with pre, almost erratically bucking up into your awaiting fist as you curl it into a tighter hole for him to thrust his length through. You use your other hand to pull at his hair just hard enough for him to turn and look at you, his cheek still pressed up hard against the outline of your tits visible through your shirt. You grin.

“Do you want me to take it off?” Your fingers are already curling into the hem. When you take your hand from his cock to wriggle out of the fabric, Megumi chokes on his own whine and desperately lurches forwards- but while your edging was cruel, the sight of your tits in front of him makes it worth it.

“Wait, slow down-“ You’re only just fumbling with the clasp and giggling when Megumi decides that it’s been long enough and he needs his mouth on you now. He trails sloppy, open-mouthed kisses from your throat to your sternum and soaks the lace of your bra with his spit before you rip the garment away and he connects his lips to your nipple.

At the same time as you gasp softly and arch further into his mouth, your fingers reconnect with his aching cock and resume their prior movements, only this time Megumi’s whimpers are muffled around your chest.

“Never want to think again,” he slurs suddenly against you, glossy spit trickling down the valley between your breasts as he pops back long enough to shove his tongue greedily into your mouth again. “Just… just- fuck, I’m so needy,” he cracks out, your lips parting loudly to welcome his own.

“You are,” you agree, gently bringing his face away from yours so you can look at him. His eyes are heavy and glassy, his mouth hanging open slightly as though their purpose is to await the next lick of your tongue between them. “But that’s okay,” you continue, stroking his head as his mouth attaches itself to your chest again. “You’re allowed to be needy.”

Your hand feels warmer, suddenly, as Megumi cums from your allowance. Maybe he’s been waiting for it, secretly, the permission from you to let go; his release drips hot and sticky across your knuckles, and there’s just so much of it. His cock is still spurting when you push him back against the couch, still messing the sliver of happy trail on his stomach you want to mouth at and ruining his shirt that’s covering the rest of the hair.

He has a forearm thrown across his eyes as his hips continue bucking, little whines and gasps hidden behind the skin. Your fingers trace the hem of his shirt and he shivers. “Off?” You question quietly. When he nods jerkily, you peel it away and oh, it’s even better than the livestream.

You always knew Megumi went to the gym and ate reasonably well, but the refined ridges of his abdomen, splattered with a trail of hair from his navel downwards, makes your mouth salivate. He’s embarrassed by you looking, you can tell, but it really isn’t your fault!

“I see why you have so many viewers now.” You giggle, standing up to unhook your panties and toss them to the side. Megumi watches in nothing less than total awe as your bare body is revealed to him in his living room. It’s an invitation, the way you look at him, he knows that, but he can’t figure out what he wants to do with it.

Bend you over the glass coffee table? He wouldn’t be able to see your tits. Doggy? Same problem as the coffee table, and he doesn't think he could handle seeing your ass move. If you got on top he thinks he’d cum embarrassingly quickly and then pass out, too much for your first time together, really-

He settles on missionary.

Which was probably a gigantic fucking mistake, he thinks as soon as you’re lying beneath him, because his brain immediately blanks when faced with you spread out like this. He’s kneeling in front of you, cock still dripping, but he’s unable to move from shock. “Fuck,” he swallows eventually, shaky hands landing on your soft, bare thighs.

“You’re… so pretty.” Instinctually, you blush; your cheeks are pinker at his sweet little praise than they were when you’d laid back on the carpet, rug cushioning the feeling of your bare spine and sinking comfily into your feet as you drew your knees up. “You too.”

It sort of just slipped out, a casual response to what Megumi said, but it makes him freeze. A slow, slightly malicious smile paints its way across your face as you sit up on your elbows, unintentionally pushing your chest towards him as your legs fall open. “You’re just sooo pretty, Megumi, the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, it just makes me want to-“

A palm clasps itself over your mouth and you make a muffled, indignant sound of protest. “Stop.” Megumi’s head is hung low as his chest reverberates outwards in his plea, his other hand tightly squeezing his cock; he must be sensitive if this is what a teeny bit of praise does to him, you think, letting your thighs spread further for him to shuffle between.

Your hand reaches up to peel his palm away from your lips. “Megumi,” you whisper, “you can fuck me. You’re allowed to.” His next breath escapes shakily, as his eyes fixate on the way his tip is lined up glimmeringly with the entrance to your pussy.

Somehow, the overwhelming need to bury himself inside you overrides the sense of terror within his bloodstream, and Megumi finds himself slowly pushing himself into you. “Oh,” you moan, hands coming up to splay across his shoulders, “fuck, Megs. That's so good, baby.”

The nickname unlocks something new in him, the feeling of your walls stretching out for him (and only ever him from now on, he decides hazily) while you gasp his name quietly makes his thrusts turn harder, seeking a new level of release he fears- no, knows- he’ll now only be able to reach from this.

The stretch is mean at first, his flushed length scraping past your sweet spots like he’s teasing them for later. Your chest heaves as you breathe through it and let him in, legs wrapping loosely around his lean waist while your hands come up to cup his cheeks and drag him down into another sloppy kiss.

This kiss is messy beyond comparison, spit and teeth and tongue more than lips as the pace of Megumi’s cock thrusting into you picks up. There’s a rushing of blood in your ears when your hand drifts down to rub your clit wonkily, a noise that subsides quick enough and lets you listen to Megumi instead.

And oh, what a thing to listen to!

“Fuck,” he’s moaning, voice cracking on the syllables, “you’re so warm, so tight, wanna- hnngh- stay here forever, god-“

He’s whining and crying, sobbing uncontrollably about how good you feel, how warm and wet you are wrapped tightly around him, and it sends a fresh wave of slick from you that decorates and splashes against his pelvis.

As hard as he tries to hold back and be a goody boy for you, Megumi cums first. The feeling of him spilling into you, thick and wet, makes you gasp brokenly as your nails dig into his shoulders. “Sorry-“ he heaves, pulling out, “I’ll make it up to you-“

He presses himself flat between your thighs, and you’re too dazed and throbbing to do anything but watch the way he’s staring pussydrunkenly at the sight between your legs. It’s almost nasty, just how much is dripping from your cunt down to the floor, in one thick droplet he’s lurching forwards and licking up with his mouth.

“Oh my god-“ you mewl, back arching up as he eats his own cum out of your pussy. Your hands reach down to grip at his spiky hair, more as an anchor than anything else- you don’t need to guide him, he’s good enough, although you don’t think Megumi would pull away if you wanted him to.

He’s completely lost in it, groaning and whining into your pussy with his eyes half-closed while his big hands wrap around your thighs and dig into the flesh until it dimples beneath his touch. You’re whimpering by the time he pushes you into an orgasm, lips suctioned tightly over your sensitive clit, but he doesn’t stop.

“Hah- wanted to do this f’so long,” he’s mumbling against your cunt, shoving his mouth open to lick a flat stripe across the full space you offer him. “So good, so good…”

Your pussy flutters needily around his tongue, his tastebuds coated and lacquered with your slick and his own cum. The concept should be off-putting to him, he knows that, but he can't be ashamed when your hits jerk into his face and he raises his hands to grip onto your plush thighs even more. Megumi barely realises what he's doing before you call him out on it.

"You- you want me to clamp them?" You gasp, watching the way he's smothering himself with your skin. Megumi moans in agreement, in admission. And you oblige.

Your thighs tighten around his head harshly, applying the maximum amount of pressure you can manage; his dark hair gets messed even more, his skull compressed, and yet Megumi thinks this feels like heaven.

Eventually, what little coherence he had left devolves into something close to devotion. He can’t do anything but lie there and gently grind his overstimulated cock into the soft carpet, his mouth smushed against your cunt as he unintentionally drags you into a second orgasm and you sob.

In fact, you’re both sobbing a little. There’s tears brimming in his eyes, saline drops threatening to streak Megumi’s already bright cheeks, while the water collecting at your waterline has already begun slipping down your temples. “S’too much.” You hear yourself slurring. Your voice sounds underwater, like it’s a recording of yourself you’re listening to.

As shaky and weak as you are, your hand manages to fist in Megumi’s hair and pull him back. His long eyelashes flutter a segment open, like he’s checking you’re real and here, before he draws himself up blindly to collapse beside you on the rug as you catch your breath.

A little like a tired puppy, Megumi drops his forehead against your shoulder and buries his face into the damp skin. Your arm curls around his back loosely, heat prickling your skin, and you clear your hoarse throat to speak coherently for the first time since he pushed himself inside you.

“You did really good.” You mumble, eyes closed and head tilted back. “So good.”

If a fresh sheen of tears starts to leak out onto your skin where Megumi is buried, you don’t comment on it. He wouldn’t say it out loud to you, not in a million years, but he feels safe. In an odd way, considering he’s naked and spent next to you in his living room with your taste still coating his tongue.

“Maybe…” you giggle, eyes still lazily shut as your fingers trace shapes across his bare back. “You should livestream it next time.”

He groans and tightens his arms around you. “Absolutely not.”

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a/n: thank you all so, so, so much again!! + this post was mainly inspired by @lipstainedgemini ‘s lovely posts about camboy megumi! <33

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