you've lost count of how many times you'd come by now. head buried in your plush pillows, a small damp spot forming on the fabric from where you've been drooling.

your eyes roll back as you struggle to take any more of what boyfriend gives you. your back arched in an uncomfortable position, the ache starting to catch up to you. but having no strength to adjust, the thought of pushing yourself up onto your elbows quickly fades.

you've also lost count of how many times gojo had come - how many times he's spilled his warm seed into you. coating your insides white, dragging his cock through your spent pussy. just so sensitive :(

"satoru- aaah.." your words trail off into a needy moan. his assertive hands take hold of your hips, fingers digging into the flesh so hard it becomes sore, though it's drowned out by the forcefulness of his thrusts smacking into you from behind. knocking the air out of you time and time again. balls slapping onto your puffy clit as his cock reaches so deep, tip harshly kissing your cervix while he attempts to fuck his previous loads back into your cunt.

his cum mixes with your creamy juices, the fluid leaking from between your walls and his thick length - dripping down onto your soft thighs. "f-fuck look at her," he teases, watching the way your stretched out pussy flutters around him. that white ring prominent around the base. "just drooling all over my cock.. shit"

your mind was a complete blur, body trembling and overstimulated. with gojo so deep it felt like he was rearranging your guts, making way for his cock and his cock only. pushing you to the absolute limit and never refusing to slow.

shaky moans spill onto the pillow. your lashes flutter as the dark mascara rubs black stains into the fabric beneath your face. "p-please," you cry out. "nnghh~ i can't-"

you moan helplessly, gripping the sheets beneath you as your body jolts forward with each hard stroke. endless sounds of skin slapping filling the room until you can barely hear yourself, let alone hear the soft grunts coming from the man behind you.

your arm snakes around your body, shaking as you reach back for him. fingers brushing against his skin before your hand presses on his abdomen like you're trying to push him away, as if telling him to slow down. but that only made things worse.

gojo catches on instantly, your little plea only amuses him. he grabs your wrist, grip tightening around your arm as he pulls you back closer to him. the arch in your back never leaves, his hold keeping you exactly where he wants as he drives into you even harder than before. "stop whining," he growls, voice rough against your ear.

“oh fuckk raf-” rafayel loves to be buried in between your legs, plush thighs either side of his head, keeping him grounded as he eats you out like a starved man. his tongue slides through your folds with ease, lapping up all your slick like he needs it to survive. he flicks your clit again and again, the wet sounds of your sopping pussy spurring him on as he makes a complete mess of you.

“ ‘s too much..” you choke out. squirming beneath him. your body trembles — legs shaking, toes curling, hands scrambling for anything to hold onto. he devours your cunt with control, relentless and intent while you plead helplessly, “please- sslow down..”

“no..”, his voice muffled, mumbling into your wetness “be good and take it.”

rafayel’s soft lips surrounds your puffy clit, cheeks hollowing as he sucks carefully on your sensitive nerves, groaning into you. the vibration of his voice sends a shudder through your body. your mouth forming an ‘o’, allowing sinful moans to spill into the thick air around you.

your fingers tangle in his soft purple hair, gripping hard as you try to pull him even deeper into your pussy. hips starting to roll into his mouth as if they had a mind of their own.

he doesn’t need to look up to know that you’re about to break. he just needs to feel it. needs to feel your grip tightening, thighs locking around him, your whole body jolting, “yess- mmmgh my god”

all before you let loose. as your mouth hangs open your filthy sounds pause. the two of you only hearing the dirty slurps coming from between your legs. rafayel laps up everything you give him — all your juices that spill onto his tongue and lips. never slowing, giving you no chance to come down from your high.

caleb couldn’t help the way his cock jumped at the sight of you sleeping soundly in your bed. sheets barely covering you from how you’ve tossed and turned throughout the night, wearing only one of his tees. no doubt catching sight of what looks like a new pair (don’t ask how he knows that) of lace panties peaking out slightly from underneath it.

caleb couldn’t help the way his body was drawn to you. how he couldn’t help but sit at the edge of the bed, careful not to let the mattress dip too much, careful not to wake you.

he couldn’t stop his free hand from sneaking past the waist band of his sweats, fingers brushing against his embarrassingly sensitive length before gripping it firmly. he pulls them down just enough, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. he mumbles a sincere “sorry, pips.” ahead of the filth he’ll unravel.

he strokes himself with urgency, driven by desire and shame. desperate to find that release, but equally desperate to put this sinful act to an end, before the guilt of what he’s doing consumes him.

he bites his bottom lip hard, keeping any sound that may escape locked away in hopes of not waking you. his hand never falters, flushed cock leaking precum as he draws closer to the edge.

caleb couldn’t take his eyes off you. you just looked so pretty like this — oblivious to the mess that’s unraveling right in front of you. if you’re dreaming right now, are you thinking about him too? are you just as crazy about him as he is for you? but then… what if you aren’t dreaming? are you really asleep, like he thought? or do you know exactly what’s going on, he wonders.

"feel that?" he teases, voice low. hips stilling when they meet with yours, length kissing your cervix. his hand rests on your stomach, fingers brushing lightly over the skin to feel the bulge he's created. tip peaking out from inside, reaching so deep in your cunt it makes your mind go fuzzy.

you whine as he stays buried to the hilt, his fat head nudging that delicious spot that has your toes curling. your walls squeeze around him, his cock stretching you out, letting you get used to the size, "you take me so well, pips."

his eyes never leave yours, watching all of your reactions, every time your face shifts with pleasure. he presses lightly on your tummy, his hand lingering on the lump beneath your skin, making sure the sensation gets in your head.

"caleb.." you whisper, so sensitive you can barely get a word out. he's so deep, you're surprised he managed fit. you squirm beneath the taller man above you as your hips unconsciously buck, wanting to feel even more of him.

you always spot him tucked away in the corners of the library or sitting at the very front of every lecture, a pair of glasses perched neatly on the bridge of his nose. you've noticed his little habits: removing the frames to rub at his brow whenever he gets distracted or twirling his pen effortlessly between his fingers that you can't help but gawk at.

caleb's pretty reserved, quiet. never really standing out. the kinda guy who you assumed probably hadn't had a real conversation with a girl. one who'd be in the palm of your hand easily.

nerdy!caleb who takes your expectations and throws them in the dirt because he's got your upper body pressed against the soft sheets on his bed, back arching - making you take every hard thrust he gives you. his hips snap against the curve of your ass, tip kissing your cervix, causing you to moan into the cotton beneath you. thick cock stretching you out like you've never been before, pussy gushing all over him. he fucks you hard and rough, as if he's got something to prove. a reminder that you should never judge a book by its cover.

leaning down, he presses his chest against your back as your hips start to lower. his breath hot against your ear. "thought you could just- fuck- play with me like some toy, huh?" he pants, voice low, nothing like how you've heard him in class. his words making your stomach twist, tight walls clenching around his length as he drives into you with more force, accentuating each word.

you whine as your eyes begin to water. so overwhelmed by the pleasure it makes you claw at the sheets. you're quick to shake your head, "nono, 'm sorry" you know he's right and he does too.

ever since the words, “can we try without one this time?”, slipped from your mouth after caleb reached for his nightstand to grab a condom, he hasn’t looked back. the mere thought of being able to stuff you full of his cock, while feeling every inch of your sensitive walls nearly had him cumming right then and there.

he’s so much more desperate than before, deliciously dragging his cock against your walls, fucking you harder as he grips your hips so tight, no doubt they’ll be a little sore by the morning. whispering sweet nothings that you can barely decipher. just so eager to chase that release. praying to the gods that you’ll let him breed you… you will, right?

caleb’s a mess, pussy drunk. reveling in the way your walls flutter around him, sucking him in. mouth falling open as he listens to the even louder, lewd sounds coming from your cunt. his gaze travels to where the two of you meet, slick connecting you both every time he nearly pulls out, leaving his fat tip inside you before slamming back in. knocking your body upwards at the force as a sinful moan spills out of you.

“so close.. let me cum inside, please. fuck- can i?” he pants, stuttering when your gummy walls squeeze around him, so tight, creaming all over his cock.

he’s been waiting so long for this moment, hasn’t he? always having to hold himself back whenever he finds himself putting on the flimsy piece of rubber, worried he’ll step over the line if he asks to fuck you without one. mind crowded with scenes of his warm cum leaking from your cunt, as he makes do with his own hand stroking his length. wishing his seed filled you up instead of going to waste, spilling all over his hand and abdomen.

you nod urgently, a string of “pleasepleaseplease” leaving your lips before morphing into one long whine that spurs caleb on just enough to bring him over the edge. he falls apart with one hard thrust, as deep as he’ll go, shooting his cum inside, painting your walls white. filling you to the brim, mixing his arousal with yours as you cream all over him.