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18+ Osamu Miya has been fucking you for hours, and this man is still rock hard and greedy.

cw: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, oral sex, messy sex, dirty talk, loud sex, mild dominance, consensual rough sex.

note: PRAISING YES PLS!!!!!!!

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy and humid from how long you two had been at it. Osamu Miya had you pinned beneath him on the bed, his dark hair clung to his forehead, damp with effort, and his gray eyes were locked on your face like he was memorizing every twitch and gasp you made. Your legs were trembling uncontrollably around his waist, muscles burning from being spread so wide for so long. You’d lost count of how many times he’d made you cum—three? Four? Five?—but your body was a slick, oversensitive mess, pussy swollen and dripping around his thick cock as he kept thrusting deep and steady.

“Fuck, look at ya,” Osamu groaned, voice low and rough, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced down between your bodies. “Makin’ such a mess all over me. Soakin’ my cock, the sheets… yer drippin’ everywhere, baby.”

He punctuated the words with a particularly deep thrust, the wet, sloppy sound of your pussy taking every inch of him echoing obscenely through the room. You cried out, a high-pitched whine that broke into a moan as pleasure punched through your exhausted body again. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, another orgasm threatening even though you felt wrecked.

“Samu—ahh—too much,” you whimpered, but your hips still rolled up to meet him, greedy despite the shaking in your thighs.

He chuckled darkly, leaning down so his chest pressed against your breasts, lips brushing your ear. “Yeah? But yer still takin’ me so well. Been fuckin’ this pretty pussy fer ages and yer still squeezin’ me like ya want more.” His breath was hot against your skin. “Want me to clean it off ya?”

You nodded frantically, barely able to form words. “Please… yes…”

Osamu let out a soft, amused laugh. He pushed his hair back from his face with one hand, the motion flexing the muscles in his arm, then slowly pulled out of you with a lewd, wet pop. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, your pussy clenching around nothing. He slid down the bed, dropping to his knees on the floor and yanking your hips to the edge with a firm grip on your thighs. He spread you open wider, staring hungrily at your glistening, puffy folds.

“So messy,” he murmured, almost reverent, before diving in.

His tongue dragged through your soaked slit in one long, firm stroke, collecting your combined juices. You yelped sharply at the intense sensation on your oversensitive clit, back arching off the bed. Osamu’s hands tightened on your thighs, fingers digging in hard as he held you in place.

“Shh, baby,” he mumbled against your pussy, the vibration making you jolt. “I’m just cleanin’ ya up like ya wanted. Such a messy girl fer me… lettin’ me fuck ya this long and still creamin’ all over everything.” He sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly, then lapped lower to push inside you, drinking down every drop. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working you over filled the room—obscene slurps and swallows mixed with your broken whimpers and moans.

Every little touch sent sparks shooting up your spine. You tried to squirm, but he held you firm, devouring you like he was starving. “Osamu—fuck—your mouth… ahhn!” Your hands flew to his hair, tugging as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, smaller but no less intense after so many before.

He groaned into you, the sound vibrating through your core. After several long, thorough minutes of sucking and licking you clean, he finally pulled back. His face was shiny and wet, lips swollen and glistening with your arousal. He wiped it off casually with the back of his hand, licking his lips afterward with a satisfied hum.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he said, voice husky as he stood up, stroking his still-hard cock slowly. It glistened with your juices. “Think ya can handle one more?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as you braced for it, body already buzzing in anticipation.

A gentle but firm hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up. “Eyes on me,” Osamu commanded softly. “Want ya watchin’ when I fill ya up again.”

You obeyed, locking gazes with him. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch. The stretch was delicious even after everything, your walls fluttering around him as he sank deeper. You both moaned in unison—his low and guttural, yours high and needy.

“Shit… how is yer pussy still this tight?” Osamu groaned, eyes half-lidded as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. “Fuckkkkk, yeah baby… that feels so good.”

He started moving, building up a steady rhythm that quickly turned punishing. His hips snapped forward, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and rhythmic. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making you see stars behind your eyelids. Your legs shook violently around him, toes curling as pleasure overwhelmed you again.

“Osamu—oh fuck—right there,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

His moans grew louder, unrestrained groans spilling from his throat with every deep plunge. “Fuck, ya feel incredible… takin’ me so deep… gonna make ya cum again, yeah? Want ya creamin’ on my cock one more time.”

The sounds he was making were getting dangerously loud—raw, animalistic grunts and long, filthy moans that echoed off the walls. Between desperate thrusts, you managed to whimper out a warning, voice hoarse.

“Samu—someone’s gonna hear you—ahh—fuck, quieter—”

He smirked down at you, not slowing down even a little. Instead, he leaned closer, pounding harder as if daring anyone to listen. “Let ‘em hear,” he growled, voice breaking into another groan as your pussy clenched around him. “Let ‘em know how good I’m fuckin’ ya. How many times I’ve made this pretty pussy cum tonight.”

One of his hands slid down to rub tight circles on your clit, and that was it. Your orgasm hit hard, ripping through your exhausted body like lightning. You cried out, back bowing, walls pulsing and gushing around his cock. Osamu cursed loudly, hips stuttering as he chased his own release, burying himself deep and grinding against you while you milked him.

“Fuck—yes, just like that—good girl,” he panted, riding out your climax with shallow thrusts before finally stilling, spilling hot inside you with a long, satisfied groan.

He collapsed over you carefully, both of you breathing hard, bodies slick and trembling. Osamu pressed lazy kisses to your neck, murmuring softly, “You did so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ perfect.” His hand stroked soothingly over your shaking thighs as you both came down.

18+ Gojo drags you into the frat party bathroom, bends you over the sink, and fucks you while everyone is looking for you.

note: I have so many upcoming post YAY! Does this count as frat boy gojo??

cw: risk of getting caught, mirror sex, creampie, dirty talk, spanking.

The bass from the frat party throbbed through the walls as you, Gojo, Shoko, and Geto finally let loose on one of those rare off-days.

You’d lost count of the drinks after the second round, the world tilting pleasantly as Gojo pulled you onto the makeshift dance floor. His hands were everywhere—big, warm, possessive—sliding down your waist, fingers digging into your hips as he ground against you to the heavy beat. Those bright blue eyes sparkled behind his shades, half-lidded with want. “C’mon, baby,” he’d murmured against your ear, voice low and teasing.

One song blurred into the next until the heat between you was unbearable. Gojo’s lips brushed your neck, and before you knew it, he was tugging you through the crowd, his grip firm on your wrist. You barely had time to glance back—Shoko was chatting with some girls, Geto distracted—before the door to the upstairs restroom clicked shut behind you.

The lock snicked into place. Gojo didn’t waste a second. He spun you around, pressing you against the sink, your hands bracing on the cool porcelain. The mirror reflected everything: your flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick, the way your chest heaved under your tight top. Gojo’s tall frame loomed behind you, white hair messy, that infuriatingly smirk on his face as he yanked your skirt up over your hips in one rough motion. Cool air hit your bare thighs and soaked panties.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, palming your ass before his belt buckle clinked open. The sound of his zipper was loud in the small space. His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, veined, already leaking at the tip. He gave himself one lazy stroke, eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “Been hard since you started grinding on me out there.”

He teased your entrance with the fat head of his cock, rubbing it up and down your slick folds through your ruined panties before shoving the fabric aside. “Satoru-,” you whimpered, pushing back against him. “We can’t be too long… Shoko’s gonna start looking for us. She’ll kill us if she finds out we ditched them for this.”

He chuckled darkly, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other guided his cock. “Then we have to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for me?” The tip pressed against your dripping hole, circling, pressing just inside before pulling back. “Or are you gonna let everyone hear how well you take my cock?”

You moaned softly, biting your lip. He kept teasing, sliding the heavy length along your slit, coating himself in your wetness. “Satoru, please—”

Finally, he pushed in.

The stretch was overwhelming. He was so big, so veiny, the weight of him pressing you forward until your hips dug into the sink edge. A broken moan tore from your throat as inch after thick inch sank deeper. When he bottomed out, hips flush against your ass, he let out a long, guttural sigh. “Fuuuuckkkkkkk,” Gojo groaned, head tipping back for a moment, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. “So fucking tight…”

He stayed buried deep, letting you adjust, admiring the view in the mirror—the way your pussy stretched obscenely around the base of his cock, your face already slack with pleasure. A smug smirk tugged at his lips. His hands slid up from your hips, shoving your top up roughly so he could grab your tits. He squeezed them hard, thumbs flicking over your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he started to move.

Slow at first—long, deep drags out and powerful thrusts back in that made your body jolt forward. The wet sounds of skin slapping skin filled the bathroom, obscene and loud. You couldn’t hold back the whimpers and moans spilling from your mouth. Every time he bottomed out, grinding against that spot deep inside you, he talked you through it, voice husky and teasing.

“That’s it, baby—fuck, hear that? You’re creaming all over me already,” he panted, slamming in again. “What were you saying earlier? Something about Shoko? Can’t even finish a sentence, can you? Just—nnngh—moaning like a little slut for my cock.”

“Ah—Satoru—fuck—” Your words dissolved into a high-pitched whimper as he thrust harder, the mirror fogging slightly from your breath.

He laughed breathlessly, one hand still mauling your tit while the other stayed on your hip, pulling you back onto him. “Yeah? Tell me how it feels. Use your words, pretty girl.” Another deep thrust. “C’mon, I wanna hear it—”

You tried. “Feels so—ahh!—full, Satoru, I can’t—mmph—!”

He noticed you’d squeezed your eyes shut, losing yourself instead of watching. His big hand suddenly grabbed your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forced your face back toward the mirror. He squished your face slightly, making your lips part, eyes wide and watery. “Come on, baby. Look how pretty you look taking dick.” His voice was rough, commanding. “Eyes on the mirror. Watch me fuck you.”

You moaned louder at his words, the sight of his fucked-out expression behind you—hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted, those intense blue eyes devouring the reflection—pushing you higher. He kept your face pinned there, thrusting steadily, the wet slap of his heavy balls against you echoing.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled. He shoved two long fingers past your parted lips. “Suck. Suck on them and keep quiet for me.”

You obeyed instantly, lips wrapping around his digits, tongue swirling as you sucked hard. Saliva dripped down his fingers while you muffled your moans around them, eyes locked on the mirror. Gojo looked completely wrecked watching you—his expression raw, pupils blown wide at the sight of your face twisted in pleasure, cheeks hollowed as you sucked, spit making his fingers glisten.

“Shit… look at you,” he whispered, voice strained. He leaned in closer, chest pressing to your back, hot breath on your ear. “So fucking messy.”

He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting them to your lips. Without missing a beat, he reached down between your legs, those slick fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubbed tight, messy circles, spreading your own wetness and his spit over the sensitive bundle of nerves while his cock kept pounding into you—deep, relentless strokes that had you trembling.

Your moans grew louder despite the attempt to stay quiet, body clenching around his thick length as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. Gojo’s hips snapped forward in a steady, punishing rhythm, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the tiled walls. His cock dragged along every sensitive ridge inside you, thick veins pulsing against your walls with every thrust.

“Fuck—baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, voice rough and breaking. “Squeezing me like that… shit, this pussy’s gonna kill me. So wet, so fucking tight—nnngh.” His words cut off into a low growl as he bottomed out again, grinding deep, hips rolling in filthy circles that made your eyes flutter. He was losing himself too, that cocky control fraying at the edges. “Can’t even—ah, fuck—talk straight when I’m buried in you. Hear how sloppy you are for me? All that cream dripping down my balls…”

You whimpered loudly pushing back to meet his thrusts.

A sudden knock on the door made you both freeze mid-thrust. Your heart slammed against your ribs. Gojo’s cock twitched hard inside you, still buried to the hilt.

“Hey, you in there?” Shoko’s voice, slightly muffled but unmistakable, drifted through the door. She sounded casual, maybe a little tipsy. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Gojo leaned in close, his chest pressing flush to your back, lips brushing your ear. His breath was hot, voice barely a whisper. “Answer her, baby. Be quiet. You got this.” His hand slid down to your hip, holding you still, but the devious glint in his eyes said he wasn’t planning to stay that way.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. “Y-yeah… I’m in here, Shoko.”

Gojo smirked against your neck. The second you spoke, he slowly rolled his hips again—shallow but deliberate, dragging his thick cock along your walls.

“You okay?” Shoko asked, concern edging her tone. “You disappeared after dancing with Gojo. Thought maybe you got sick from the shitty beer.”

You bit your lip hard as Gojo picked up the pace, thrusting deeper now, one hand still squeezing your tit while the other rubbed firm circles on your clit with those spit-slick fingers. A tiny moan slipped out mid-sentence before you could stop it. “I-I’m fine—ah— just… needed a breather. The music was loud.”

Gojo’s low chuckle vibrated against your back. He angled his hips to hit that perfect spot on every thrust, biting his own lip to stay quiet while watching your face in the mirror. “Good girl,” he whispered hotly. “Keep talking. Fuck, you’re clenching so hard around me right now…”

Shoko paused. “Have you seen Gojo? That idiot vanished too. Probably causing trouble somewhere.”

You tried desperately to sound normal, but Gojo chose that moment to slam in harder, his heavy cock stretching you wide. Your voice cracked. “N-no, I d-don’t know—mmph—where he is.” The moan slipped through, light but unmistakable. You prayed the running sink and party noise outside covered it.

Gojo’s hand left your clit just long enough to slap your ass sharply—quiet but stinging—then gripped your thigh, spreading you wider for him. His thrusts never stopped, deep and relentless.

Shoko sighed on the other side of the door. “Alright, I’ll go look for him. Don’t stay in there too long, yeah? This place is gross.”

“Yeah—okay,” you managed, the word breaking into a breathy whimper as Gojo ground against your cervix.

Footsteps faded away. The second silence fell, you glared at Gojo through the mirror, eyes narrowed even as your body betrayed you with another involuntary clench around his cock.

He just smirked, that infuriatingly beautiful, fucked-out grin spreading across his face. “What? You did so well, baby,” he praised, voice husky. He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder, tongue tracing your skin as he sucked lightly. “My good girl.”

Your glare melted instantly under the praise and the feel of his lips. A soft moan escaped as he resumed his rhythm, harder now, chasing what he’d been holding back. The slap of his hips against your ass grew louder. He brought his hand down again with a sharp smack on your ass cheek, watching it jiggle in the mirror.

“Shit—Satoru, we’re gonna get caught,” you gasped, even as you pushed back to meet him.

“Worth it,” he growled, voice breaking as he lost himself again. “Look at you—fuck, so pretty like this. Taking every inch. I’m so close, baby—your pussy’s milking me so good.”

He gripped your thigh tighter, fingers digging in as he pounded into you. Both of you were wrecked now—sweat-slick, breathing ragged, eyes half-lidded in the mirror. Pleasure coiled unbearably tight in your core, every veiny drag of his cock pushing you closer to the edge.

Gojo’s head tipped back, a broken “Fuuuuck—” escaping him as his thrusts turned erratic. Before he could tip over, he suddenly grabbed your face with that big hand again, turning your head just enough to crash his lips against yours in a messy, desperate kiss from behind. Tongues sliding, teeth nipping, he groaned into your mouth as he buried himself to the hilt one last time.

His cock pulsed hard inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy as he came with a deep, shuddering moan muffled against your lips. The feeling—hot, heavy, filling—pushed you over the edge right after him, your walls spasming wildly around his length as intense pleasure crashed through you.

He kept kissing you through it, slow and sloppy, hips grinding lazily as you both rode out the aftershocks, bodies trembling together in the cramped restroom.

18+ Giving your boyfriend Megumi a thigh job!

cw: thigh job, dirty talk, no protection

note: I also feel like Yuji would love thigh jobs. I am posting some of the drafts I have btw this is one of them.

You pushed Megumi back against the edge of the bed, your hands trembling with need as you dropped to your knees in front of him. His dark eyes were already blown wide with lust, that usual cool composure cracking under the heat between you two. The room was thick with tension, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the raw anticipation hanging in the air.

Your fingers worked fast, unbuckling his belt with a metallic clink before yanking his pants and boxers down in one rough tug. His cock sprang free immediately, heavy and thick, slapping against his toned abdomen with a lewd smack. Fuck, he was huge—long, veiny, the shaft pulsing with need, thick veins running up the underside like they were begging to be traced by your tongue. The flushed, angry red tip was already leaking precum, a shiny bead rolling down the head.

“Fuck, Megumi…” you whispered, eyes wide as you wrapped your hand around the base. Your fingers barely met. “You’re so big. So fucking veiny.”

He let out a low, shaky breath, one hand threading into your hair. “Don’t tease. Not tonight.”

You leaned in, pressing a wet kiss to the throbbing vein along his length,

You leaned in, pressing a wet kiss to the throbbing vein along his length, feeling it pulse hot against your lips. Megumi’s breath hitched sharply, his fingers tightening in your hair as you parted your lips and took the fat, leaking head of his cock into your mouth.

“Fuck—yes,” he groaned immediately, voice low and rough.

You moaned around his thickness, the sound vibrating down his shaft as you sank lower. He was so fucking big—your jaw already stretching wide to accommodate him. The veiny underside dragged heavily across your tongue, salty precum coating your tastebuds as you bobbed your head. You could only take about half of him before he bumped the back of your throat, but you didn’t stop. You relaxed your throat and pushed further, gagging wetly as the fat head forced its way deeper.

“Shit… that’s it. ” Megumi hissed, hips twitching upward. His dark eyes were locked on you, watching your lips stretch obscenely around his girth, spit already dripping down your chin.

You pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening dick. “Mmm, you taste so good,” you purred, stroking his veiny length with both hands while you licked around the sensitive head, flicking your tongue into the slit.

You stood up slowly, peeling your top off and letting your tits bounce free. Megumi’s gaze dropped to your chest, hungry, but then his jaw clenched.

“Wait—” he rasped, voice strained. “I don’t have a condom.”

You smirked, turning around so your back was to him. You hooked your thumbs into your shorts and shoved them down along with your panties, kicking them aside. Bending forward slightly, you looked over your shoulder at him, ass presented like an offering.

“Then I’ll give you a thigh job, baby,” you purred, voice dripping with filth. “You can fuck my thighs. Sound good?”

Megumi groaned deep in his chest, the sound guttural. “Shit… yeah.”

You stepped back between his spread legs, reaching behind you to grab his massive cock. It was scorching hot in your palm, twitching wildly as you guided the thick head between your soft, warm thighs. You squeezed them tight around his length, trapping him completely. The veiny shaft nestled right against your slick pussy lips, the underside rubbing deliciously against your clit as you adjusted.

Bending over further, hands bracing on the bed, you started rocking. Back and forth, slow at first, letting your thighs jerk him off with every glide. The wet sounds were obscene—your arousal coating his cock, making the slide filthy and smooth.

“Like that?” you moaned, rolling your hips. “Feel how tight my thighs are squeezing your big dick?”

“Fuuuuck—” Megumi’s hands shot to your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He groaned loud, head falling back as you worked him. “So warm… so fucking soft. Keep going—shit, just like that.”

You picked up the pace, rocking faster, ass jiggling with every thrust. His cock slid between your thighs with wet, schlicking noises, the fat head bumping against your clit on every forward motion, sending sparks up your spine. Megumi was losing it already, hips jerking up to meet you, fucking your thighs like he was desperate.

He pulled you back harder, slamming your body against him with each rock. “Harder, baby. Fuck—your thighs feel so good. Gonna make me cum just like this.”

You whimpered, thighs trembling as you squeezed tighter around his veiny length. “Yeah? Groan for me, Megumi. Let me hear how much you love it.”

He moaned shamelessly, the sound raw and broken. “Fuck—yes. You’re dripping all over me… making such a mess.”

One of his hands slid up your body, grabbing a handful of your tit roughly. He squeezed hard, pinching your nipple between his fingers, rolling it as he started playing with your breasts messily. No rhythm, just desperate groping—kneading the soft flesh, tugging on your nipples, slapping the side of your tit lightly as he got drunker on the feeling.

“Fuck, they’re perfect,” he growled, voice hoarse. He leaned forward, chest pressing to your back as he fucked your thighs harder, hips snapping. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.

You cried out, pushing back against him, matching his frantic rhythm. “Harder, Megumi! Fuck my thighs like you’d fuck my pussy. I can feel every vein… every throb. You’re so big—”

He was panting now, breath hot against your neck. His grip on your hips was bruising as he rocked you violently, using your body like a toy. His other hand mauled your tits, switching between them, pinching and pulling until you were moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“Gonna cum soon—shit, I’m so close,” he groaned, voice cracking. “Your thighs are so warm and wet. Fuck—feel that?”

You clenched your thighs even tighter, rolling your hips in filthy circles. “Cum for me, baby.”

Megumi snarled, completely lost. He pounded between your thighs relentlessly, the head of his cock catching on your clit over and over until you were shaking. His hands were everywhere—groping your tits messily, one sliding down to rub your clit while he fucked your thighs raw.

“Take it—fuck, take it all,” he moaned loudly, body tensing. “I’m cumming—!”

Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from his cock, splattering across your thighs, dripping down your skin in messy white streaks. He kept thrusting through it, groaning and whimpering as he emptied himself, hips jerking erratically. Some of it landed on your pussy lips, coating you.

You kept rocking slowly, milking every last drop as he shuddered behind you, hands still gripping your hips and tits possessively.

“Fuck… that was so good,” he breathed, still half-hard between your thighs. He kissed your shoulder sloppily. “But next time… I’m finding a condom. I need to be inside you.”

18+ Your hot 80-year-old boyfriend Yuji is pathetically down bad for you, begging on his knees to devour your pussy.

cw: age gap, power play, oral sex, spanking, cream pie, dirty talk.

note: Oh modulo Yuji I think of him every day...

You stood there in the dim glow of your apartment living room, the short black party dress still hugging your curves from the night out. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and Yuji was already on his knees in front of you like a man starved. At 80 years old, he didn’t look a day over 35—sharp jawline, messy pink hair, broad shoulders straining against his button-up shirt, and that prominent Adam’s apple bobbing every time he swallowed thickly while staring up at you.

He’d been unbearable at the party. Whispering filthy promises against your neck, his big hands sneaking under the table to squeeze your thigh, grinding his already-hard cock against your ass when no one was looking. “Baby, please,” he’d groaned in your ear, voice low and desperate. “I need to fuck you. I’ve been throbbing for hours thinking about this pretty pussy. Let’s go home… I’ll eat you till you can’t walk.”

And now here he was—exactly where he belonged.

You hooked a finger under his chin, tilting his face up. His mouth was parted, lips shiny, eyes half-lidded and blown black with lust. That strong, defined jaw and the thick column of his neck made your core clench hard.

“C’mon darling, don’t tease,” Yuji rasped, voice hoarse. His breath was hot against your inner thigh. “I’ve been good all night. Let me taste you. Please. I’m fucking dying here.”

You smirked, but your pussy was already soaked, aching. You released his wrist and let him push your dress higher. His rough, thick fingers hooked into the waistband of your lace panties and slid them aside, exposing your glistening cunt to the cool air.

“Fuck… look at you,” he groaned, eyes wide as he stared at your dripping folds. “You have been dripping since the party huh?”

Before you could answer, he dragged one thick finger slowly up your slit, collecting your slick. The rough pad of his finger felt massive against your sensitive flesh—nothing like your own. You whimpered, hips twitching.

Yuji’s eyes flicked up to yours, mouth hanging open in pure reverence. “That’s it… make that pretty sound again for me.”

He pushed one finger inside you, curling it immediately against that spongy spot that made your knees weak. You moaned loudly, head falling back for a second before you forced yourself to look down again. He was watching you with wide, hungry eyes, his bulge straining obscenely against his pants, the thick outline of his cock twitching like it had a mind of its own.

“Shit— Yuji…” you gasped.

He added a second finger, stretching you open with that perfect, practiced rhythm. His fingers were so big, so long, pumping in and out while his thumb brushed your clit. The wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the room as he worked you open.

Then he leaned in.

The second his hot, wet mouth latched onto your clit, you yelped, hands flying to his hair. He sucked hard, tongue flicking rapidly over the swollen bud while his fingers kept thrusting.

“Oh fuck— yes, just like that, ahh” you moaned, thighs trembling around his head.

Yuji groaned loudly against your pussy, the vibration shooting straight through you. He pulled back just enough to look up at you again, lips shiny with your juices, a filthy string of spit and slick connecting his mouth to your cunt.

“You taste so fucking good, baby. I could eat this pussy for hours,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Missed it all night. Been hard since we left the house.”

He dove back in, sloppier this time. His tongue swirled around your clit before sucking it between his lips again, fingers pumping faster, deeper. His free hand gripped your ass hard, spreading you open as he buried his face deeper. He was getting drunk on you—eyes fluttering shut, loud, messy slurping sounds echoing as he devoured you. Saliva and your creamy juices dripped down his chin, trailing along his sharp jaw and sliding down the strong column of his neck, soaking into the collar of his shirt.

You were grinding against his face now, chasing the pleasure. “Haah— Yuji!”

His eyes snapped open at his name. He looked up at your fucked-out expression—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes glassy with lust—and smirked against your clit. Then he pulled his hand back and brought it down hard on your ass with a loud SMACK.

You cried out, pussy clenching around his fingers.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbled, voice muffled as he kept eating you. “Make those pretty noises for me. Fuck, you’re dripping down my chin. So messy… I love it.”

He sucked harder, tongue flicking relentlessly while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot inside you over and over. The coil in your belly tightened fast. Your legs started shaking.

“Yuji— fuck, I’m gonna—!”

He didn’t stop. If anything, he got more aggressive, groaning like a man possessed as he drank you down. His hand slapped your ass again, then squeezed the stinging flesh possessively.

“Come on, darling. Give it to me. Cum on my tongue like a good girl. I need it,” he begged between sloppy licks, eyes locked on yours the whole time. “I’ve been waiting all night to feel you fall apart. Please, baby— let me have it.”

The combination of his filthy words, those thick fingers stretching you, and his hungry mouth finally pushed you over the edge.

You came hard with a broken moan, thighs clamping around his head as your pussy gushed on his tongue. Yuji moaned loudly, eyes rolling back slightly as he kept licking and sucking, drawing out every wave of your orgasm like he was addicted to the taste.

When you finally started coming down, panting and trembling, he pulled his fingers out slowly and licked them clean, staring up at you with pure adoration and raw hunger.

He kissed your thigh softly, then looked up with that signature needy expression—mouth open, chest heaving, cock visibly throbbing in his pants.

“Not done with you yet, baby,” he whispered, voice rough. “I need to be inside you. Please… let me fuck you. I’ll be good. I’ll make you cum again and again. Just say yes, darling. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You nodded, breathless, lips still tingling from your orgasm. “Yes… fuck me, Yuji.”

He didn’t waste a single second.

With a low, relieved groan, Yuji’s huge hands clamped around your waist and yanked you down onto his lap. You straddled him right there on the floor, knees on either side of his thick thighs. He immediately started moving you, dragging your soaked, bare pussy back and forth along the massive bulge straining in his pants. The rough fabric of his slacks rubbed deliciously against your sensitive clit, and you could feel every thick inch of his cock twitching underneath you.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” he hissed, head falling back against the couch behind him. His lips parted in a desperate moan, exposing the strong line of his throat. Those massive arms flexed hard as he gripped you. His fingers dug into your soft flesh with bruising strength.

You watched a dark, wet stain bloom across the front of his pants—your slick coating him with every slow grind he forced you into.

“Look what you’re doing to me,” he growled, voice wrecked. “You’re soaking my fucking pants, darling. Such a messy little thing for me.”

His hands were everywhere. He reached up and tugged your short party dress over your head in one swift motion, tossing it aside so you were completely bare on top of him. The cool air hit your skin, nipples hardening instantly. Yuji’s eyes were full with pure hunger as he drank in the sight of your naked body.

“Damn… these perfect tits,” he groaned. His large palms slid up from your waist to cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly, thumbs flicking over your stiff nipples before pinching them hard. You moaned loudly, arching into his touch.

“That’s it—you moan so pretty baby,” he praised, voice thick. “Love how sensitive you get for me.”

His hands traveled lower again, greedily grabbing two big handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks as he pulled you harder against his clothed cock.

You caught his wrists suddenly, pushing his hands down and pinning them to the floor beside his hips. Yuji let out a deep, frustrated groan, but he didn’t fight you. He tilted his head back up to look at you, eyes glassy and desperate, that same needy expression from the very first time you two fucked.

Back then he had confessed, trembling and moaning like a virgin, “Haven’t had pussy in decades, baby… fuck— I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last—” right before he bottomed out and came hard after only a few desperate thrusts, hips jerking wildly as he filled you up.

He had that exact look now—mouth open, cheeks flushed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

“Please, darling,” he begged hoarsely. “I need to touch you. Been aching for this cunt all night. Don’t be mean to this old man…”

You smirked, rolling your hips slowly, teasing him with the wet glide of your pussy over his bulge. “You like it when I tease you, don’t you? Look at you… so fucking needy.”

He groaned louder, hips twitching up involuntarily. The sudden hard grind of his thick cock against your clit made you yelp, pleasure shooting through you like electricity. Your grip on his wrists loosened just enough.

The second you did, Yuji’s control snapped.

He grabbed your ass with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh so hard you knew you’d have fingerprints tomorrow. Then he brought one hand down with a loud, stinging SMACK! on your ass cheek.

“Fuck—!” you cried out, jolting forward.

“That’s right,” he growled, voice dark and filthy. “You gonna keep teasing me or let me fuck this sloppy little pussy like I need to?”

He pushed you up just enough to rip his pants open, shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, veined, and drooling precum from the flushed tip. It slapped against his abs, impossibly hard after decades of pent-up hunger for you.

Yuji didn’t even give you time to breathe. He grabbed your hips again and pulled you down, lining his fat cockhead right against your dripping entrance.

“Sit on it, baby. All the way,” he demanded, eyes locked on where your bodies were about to connect. “I want to feel every inch stretch this tight cunt open. Been dreaming about it since we left the house.”

You sank down slowly, moaning loudly as his massive cock split you open. The stretch was intense, delicious. Yuji’s head fell back again with a broken groan, veins in his neck and arms standing out even more.

“Fuuuuck yes— so fucking tight… still so perfect for me,” he panted. “Even after all this time, this pussy ruins me every single time.”

Once you bottomed out, he held you there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, but his hips were already twitching with the need to thrust. His hands kneaded your ass possessively, one finger teasing dangerously close to your other hole.

“Look at me,” he ordered softly. When your eyes met his, he gave you that crooked, lovesick smile. “That’s my good girl. Now ride me. Use my cock like you own it—because you do. I’m yours, darling.”

You started moving, rolling your hips, bouncing on his thick length. The wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching around him filled the room. Yuji met every drop with powerful upward thrusts, grunting and moaning openly.

“Harder— fuck me harder, baby,” he begged between thrusts, voice cracking. “I need it. Need to feel you cum all over my cock. Gonna fill you up so deep tonight… gonna give you every drop I’ve been saving for you.”

His hand came down on your ass again with a sharp smack, then again on the other cheek, urging you faster. Sweat glistened on his sharp jaw and down his neck. He looked completely wrecked—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, groaning your name like a prayer every time you slammed down on him.

“Shit— you’re creaming all over me. Love how this old man’s cock still makes you lose your mind.”

He sat up suddenly, wrapping one strong arm around your waist while the other tangled in your hair. He pulled you into a messy, desperate kiss, tongue fucking your mouth in time with his cock pounding up into your soaked pussy.

“Gonna cum soon if you keep squeezing me like that,” he warned against your lips, voice trembling with restraint. “But not until you cum first. Come on, darling— cream on my cock. Let me feel it. I know you can do it.”

His free hand slipped between you, thumb rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit while he kept thrusting up hard and deep.

Your orgasm crashed over you without warning, pussy clamping down around his thick length as you cried out his name. Yuji moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as he felt you gush around him.

“Fuck— that’s it, baby. Good girl. So fucking good for me—”

He kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release, hips stuttering as he buried his face in your neck.

“Gonna fill you up— take it all, darling. Every fucking drop…”

With a deep, guttural groan, Yuji came hard, cock pulsing as he pumped rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside you. He held you tightly against him the whole time, trembling, groaning your name like he was worshiping you.

Even after he finished, he stayed buried inside you, kissing your neck softly, hands gently stroking your back.

“Love you so much,” he whispered, voice hoarse and satisfied.

He pulled back just enough to look at you with that same down-bad, adoring gaze—already half-hard again inside you.

“Round two in the bedroom?” he asked with a filthy little smirk. “Or you want me to eat my cum out of you right here first?”

18+ Your boyfriend Yuji is obsessed with your ass tattoo.

cw : Rough/kitchen sex, spanking & biting, ass worship & marking, dirty talk.

note: I am officially back after finals!!!

Yuji stumbled through the front door just past dawn, the morning light filtering through the kitchen windows. His mission had dragged on longer than expected, but the second he stepped inside and caught sight of you, every ounce of exhaustion vanished. There you were, humming quietly while flipping pancakes at the stove, wearing nothing but a thin tank top that clung to your breasts—nipples faintly visible through the fabric, making them look so fucking delicious—and those cheeky panties that barely covered anything. The curve of your ass was on full display, and right there, peeking teasingly from the edge of the fabric, was your ass tattoo. That little design that drove him absolutely feral.

His knees nearly buckled. “Holy shit…” he muttered under his breath, cock already twitching to life in his pants. He loved that tattoo more than he could admit out loud. It made your ass look like it was begging to be claimed, bitten, fucked, and covered. He’d lie if he said the sight of it peeking out from your panties around the house didn’t get him rock hard on a daily basis.

You hadn’t noticed him yet. Yuji moved like a predator, quiet and hungry, dropping his bag by the door and crossing the kitchen in seconds. He fell to his knees right behind you, hands gripping your hips as he pressed his face straight into your ass, nose buried against the warm fabric covering your pussy.

You gasped, nearly dropping the spatula. “Yuji! Baby, you’re home—mmph, what are you doing?”

He inhaled deeply, groaning at your scent. “Shhh, mhpmm babe,” he mumbled against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. His tongue dragged slowly over the thin fabric, licking a wet stripe right over your covered folds. “Missed this pussy so fucking bad… and this ass. Fuck, look at you cooking for me like this. Such a good girl.”

You giggled breathlessly, gripping the counter. “It went okay? The mission? Yuji—ah!”

He shushed you again, biting down gently on one cheek, his strong arms locking around your thighs so you couldn’t squirm away. “Don’t care about the mission right now. Just need you.” His teeth sank a little harder into the soft flesh, then he tugged your panties higher up, wedging them between your cheeks so the tattoo was fully exposed. He kissed it reverently at first, then licked over the ink with a filthy moan. “Fuck, I love this tattoo. Makes your ass look so slutty for me. Been thinking about it the whole way home.”

You moaned, arching your back and pushing your ass back against his face. “Yuji… you’re so horny in the morning…”

“Only for this ass,” he growled. One hand slid between your legs, rubbing firm circles over your pussy through the soaked panties while his mouth devoured the tattooed cheek—kissing, licking, then biting hard enough to make you yelp. “Mmm, yeah? You like when I get like this? Filthy for my girl’s perfect ass?”

He yanked your panties down roughly, letting them drop to your ankles. Two thick fingers plunged into your dripping cunt without warning, curling instantly against that spot that made your toes curl. At the same time, his mouth latched onto your ass again, sucking and biting while his free hand slapped the other cheek, watching it jiggle.

“Fuck—yes!” you cried out, pushing back onto his fingers. The kitchen filled with the wet sounds of him fingering you and the obscene smacks of his palm on your skin.

Yuji pulled back just enough to admire his work—your ass already marked with red bites and handprints, the tattoo glistening with his spit. “So pretty when it’s red like this. All mine.” He stood up suddenly, spinning you around just enough to kiss you hungrily, his tongue invading your mouth while his fingers kept pumping inside you. Then he bent you back over the counter, your tits pressing against the cool surface through your tank top.

You heard his belt and zipper, then the heavy slap of his thick cock against your ass. He stroked himself slowly, rubbing the fat head up and down your soaked slit. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby. Need to watch that tattoo bounce on my cock.”

He pushed in with one long thrust, stretching you open. “Fuuuuckkkkk, you’re so tight,” he groaned, eyes locked on where your pussy swallowed him. “Always so wet and perfect for me. Shit—”

Yuji set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping forward so his pelvis slapped against your ass with every thrust. The tattoo jiggled hypnotically with each impact, driving him crazier. “Look at it… fuck, that ink looks so good getting fucked.” His hand came down hard on your ass again and again, spanking you in rhythm with his thrusts. “You feel that? My cock owning this ass?”

“Yes—oh shit, Yuji, harder!” you moaned, gripping the edge of the counter as your body rocked forward. Pancakes were long forgotten.

He leaned over you, one hand tangling in your hair while the other squeezed and spread your cheeks so he could watch every inch of his cock disappear inside you. “That’s it, take it. Such a greedy little hole. Love how your ass bounces for me. This tattoo was made to be covered in my cum, wasn’t it?”

His dirty talk had you clenching around him, pussy fluttering. Yuji fucked you deeper, angling to hit that perfect spot over and over. The kitchen echoed with skin slapping skin, your moans, and his low growls.

“Gonna cum soon—shit, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he panted. He pulled out suddenly, stroking his slick cock furiously. “On your knees—ass up, baby. Want to paint that tattoo.”

You dropped down quickly, arching your back and presenting your ass to him. Yuji slapped his cock against your cheeks a few times, groaning at the sight. Then he erupted with a deep, guttural moan, thick ropes of hot cum shooting across your ass and directly over the tattoo. He kept stroking, milking every drop until the ink was completely covered in pearly white streaks that dripped down your skin.

“Fuuuuck yes… look at that. My cum all over your slutty little tattoo. So fucking perfect,” he breathed, rubbing his spent cock between your cheeks to smear it around. He leaned down and bit the marked flesh one last time, then kissed the tattoo gently, tasting himself on your skin.

You were still trembling, pussy aching to be filled again. Yuji noticed, of course. He flipped you onto your back on the kitchen floor right there, spreading your legs wide.

“Not done yet,” he grinned, that bright, feral smile you loved. His fingers dipped into the cum on your ass and brought it to your clit, rubbing messy circles. “Gonna eat this pussy until you’re screaming, then fuck you again. Want you dripping my cum all day.”

He buried his face between your thighs, tongue lapping eagerly at your folds while two fingers pushed back inside you. You tangled your hands in his pink hair, hips bucking against his mouth as he devoured you like a starving man.

“Yuji—fuck, right there! Don’t stop—” you cried, thighs clamping around his head.

He hummed against your clit, sucking harder. “Taste so good mixed with my cum.” Between licks and sucks, he kept talking.

You came hard on his tongue, back arching off the floor as pleasure crashed through you. Yuji didn’t stop, licking you through it until you were a whimpering, oversensitive mess.

When he finally pulled back, his chin was shiny with your juices. He crawled up your body, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself, then flipped you onto all fours again.

“Round two, baby,” he said, lining up his cock—already hard again. “This time I’m filling this tight pussy. But I’m still gonna pull out and cover that tattoo again. Can’t help it… it’s too fucking hot.”

He thrust back in with a satisfied groan, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. The morning light illuminated every bounce of your ass, every shift of that tattoo as he fucked you senseless on the kitchen floor.

By the time he painted your ass with a second load, the pancakes were cold and you were both covered in sweat and cum. Yuji collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms and kissing your neck.

“Best welcome home ever,” he murmured, fingers lazily tracing his cum over your tattoo. “Love you… and this perfect ass. Don’t ever cover that tattoo up around the house. It’s mine.”

You laughed breathlessly, snuggling closer. Breakfast could wait. Yuji clearly had other plans for the rest of the morning.

18+ Your boyfriend Rintaro makes you fuck yourself on his cock.

cw: Unprotected sex, dirty talk

note: I think about this often.

The second you got Suna’s text that he was home alone, you were already on your way. Practice match had run long, and by the time you slipped into his room he was freshly showered, hair still damp, sprawled across his bed in a black hoodie and gray sweats. Phone in hand, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, he barely glanced up when you closed the door.

You kicked off your shoes and crawled onto the bed, settling right beside him. The ache between your legs had been building all day, and seeing him like this—tired, lazy, unfairly hot—only made it worse.

Suna hummed low in his throat as you slid your hand under the hem of his hoodie, fingertips tracing the hard ridges of his abs. His skin was still warm from the shower. You leaned in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the side of his neck, tasting the faint salt left behind.

He didn’t move. Just kept scrolling through funny reels, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was trying not to smirk.

Your hand wandered lower, slipping past the waistband of his sweats until your palm brushed over the growing bulge in his boxers. You rubbed him slowly, feeling him thicken under your touch, and a quiet groan rumbled in his chest.

Then his fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.

“If you want to get fucked,” he drawled, voice low and lazy, eyes still glued to his phone, “you’re gonna have to do it yourself. I’m not moving a fucking inch tonight.”

Your breath hitched. He was being so mean, so effortlessly cruel in that calm way of his, and it only made you wetter.

“Fine,” you whispered, already shifting.

You pushed his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock. He was already half-hard, thick and heavy against his stomach. The sight of him made your mouth water and your core clench. You quickly shed your skirt and panties, leaving your top on, and straddled his hips.

Suna’s cock was big, and even just rubbing the head against your slick folds made you whimper. You lined him up and slowly sank down, inch by inch. The stretch burned in the best way; even halfway in it already felt like too much. You gasped, thighs trembling as you worked yourself lower, taking more of him until you were fully seated, his cock buried deep inside you.

“Fuck… you’re so big,” you breathed, forehead dropping against his shoulder for a second.

Suna let out a low, amused hum, still scrolling. “Yeah? Keep going then.”

You started moving, rolling your hips in slow, experimental circles before lifting and dropping back down. Each slide of his thick cock dragged against your walls, sending sparks of pleasure through you. He stayed completely still beneath you—no hands on your hips, no thrusting up, nothing. Just the occasional lazy groan or muttered “fuck” when you clenched around him particularly hard.

His phone shifted. He moved it to rest against his chest, angling the camera down to capture exactly where you two were joined.

“Look at that,” he murmured, voice rough with arousal but still so casual. “My pretty girl fucking herself on my cock like she can’t wait another second. So desperate… riding me while I’m too tired to do shit.”

The words went straight to your clit. You moaned louder, bracing your hands on his chest as you rode him faster, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. The phone kept recording, Suna’s gaze flicked between the screen and your face, lips parted, eyes dark.

“Shit, you’re taking me so deep… bouncing on it like you own it. Keep going—make yourself cum on my dick.”

You were trembling, thighs burning, the stretch of him still bordering on painful in the most addictive way. Every time you sank down fully, the head of his cock kissed that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. His free hand finally moved—just enough to brush a strand of hair from your face before dropping back to the bed.

The pressure built fast and overwhelming. Your rhythm turned sloppy, clit grinding against his pelvis with every downward stroke. Suna’s voice stayed low and teasing through it all.

“Yeah… just like that. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. Gonna cum already? Go ahead, baby. Cream all over my cock while I watch.”

That was all it took. Your orgasm crashed through you hard, walls fluttering and clenching around his thick length as you cried out, hips stuttering against him. You collapsed forward onto his chest, panting, trembling.

Suna finally set the phone aside. His arms came around you loosely, and he pressed a couple of lazy, surprisingly soft kisses to your forehead, thumb stroking your back in slow circles.

“Good girl,” he murmured against your hair, voice warm with quiet satisfaction. “Took what you needed, huh?”

You could only hum in response, boneless and satisfied against him, his cock still twitching inside you as the aftershocks faded.

18+ Osamu Miya is an absolute munch!

(Headcanon + smut)

cw: Oral sex, overstimulation, spit play.

note: I am trying something a bit different with this headcanon + smut deal. Hope you guys like it!

Osamu Miya had always been a man of simple, voracious appetites. Onigiri, fatty tuna bowls, steaming miso ramen—food was his love language, his comfort, his obsession. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the way he craved you.

He was a total munch, through and through. The kind of man who didn’t just enjoy eating pussy—he worshipped it. From the very first time he’d spread your thighs and buried his face between them, Osamu had been hooked, addicted in a way that went beyond lust and straight into something primal. He could spend hours down there, lazy afternoons turning into long evenings where the only sounds in the room were your broken whimpers, your desperate moans, and the wet, filthy sound of his mouth devouring you. Your legs would tremble, your hips would buck, your fingers would fist in his dark hair, but he wouldn’t stop. Not until you were a sobbing, oversensitive mess, pussy fluttering and dripping, clit so swollen it throbbed against his tongue like a second heartbeat.

He loved how sensitive you got. The way your body betrayed you so quickly, turning from composed to wrecked in minutes under his attention. But more than that, he loved the taste of you. That sweet, tangy slick that coated his tongue and lips, the way it got thicker and creamier the longer he worked you open. He was obsessed with how wet you always were for him—drenched from the moment he looked at you with that half-lidded, hungry stare, gray eyes dark with promise. “Already so fuckin’ soaked for me,” he’d murmur against your folds, voice low and rough, before spitting a thick glob of saliva right onto your clit just to watch it mix with your own arousal and drip down to your entrance. He’d drag his broad tongue through it all, slow and deliberate, collecting every drop like it was the finest sauce he’d ever tasted.

The sounds drove him insane. The wet schlick-schlick of his tongue fucking into you, the obscene slurps when he sucked your clit between his lips, the way your pussy would clench and release with a filthy little pop every time he pulled back to admire his work. He made sure it was loud—spitting again and again, letting the saliva string between his mouth and your cunt before he dove back in, nose buried against your mound, cheeks hollowing as he ate like a starving man at his favorite meal. And it was his favorite. Hands down.

He’d beg for it, too. Big, strong Osamu Miya—6’4 of solid muscle—reduced to pleading when you tried to close your legs after the third orgasm. “Just a little longer, yeah?” he’d rumble, voice hoarse from overuse, gray eyes glassy and pleading as he gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into the plush flesh to hold you open. “C’mon, princess. One more taste. I’m not done yet. Let me clean ya’ up real good.” He wouldn’t let you squirm away. He’d hook his arms under your knees, yanking you back down the bed until your ass was flush against his chest, and bury his face again—tongue flat and broad, dragging from your fluttering hole all the way up to your oversensitive clit in long, filthy strokes. He’d hum and groan into you, the vibrations shooting straight through your core, because the taste of you after you’d come? Even better. Sweeter. Messier.

Your legs would shake uncontrollably by the end. Every time. Thighs quivering around his ears, calves twitching, toes curling so hard they cramped. He’d keep going anyway, licking through the aftershocks, sucking gently on your clit until you were crying out his name in that broken, wrecked voice he loved so much. Only when you were limp and boneless, tears streaking your cheeks and your pussy glistening with a mix of his spit and your cum, would he finally pull back—lips shiny, chin dripping, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face like he’d just finished the best meal of his life.

Osamu had you pinned to the bed, your back arched against the messy sheets, legs thrown over his broad shoulders. He’d been at it for forty-five minutes already—no rush, no agenda, just pure, unfiltered hunger. His gray eyes flicked up to watch your face, half-lidded and dark, before dropping back down to the sight that had him rock-hard and leaking in his pants: your pussy, puffy and glistening, folds shiny with layers of his spit and your slick.

“Fuck, look at ya,” he groaned, voice gravelly. He dragged his tongue in one long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, collecting everything, savoring it. “So fuckin’ pretty. So damn wet. This pussy’s drippin’ for me again already, baby. Can’t get enough, can ya?”

You whimpered, hips twitching, but he held you down with one large hand splayed across your lower belly, thumb pressing gently just above your clit to keep you still. He spat again—thick, warm saliva landing right on your swollen nub—then immediately sealed his lips around it and sucked. Hard.

A broken moan tore from your throat. “O-Osamu—ahh—too much—”

He didn’t stop. If anything, the sound of his name on your lips only made him hungrier. He shook his head side to side, tongue flicking rapidly against your clit while he sucked, the filthy wet noises filling the room. Schlick. Slurp. Gluck. He pulled back just enough to watch a thick string of mixed spit and arousal stretch between his bottom lip and your cunt before he dove back in, tongue fucking into your hole in shallow, greedy thrusts.

“Mmmph—taste so good,” he mumbled right against you, the words vibrating through your core. “Sweeter every time ya cum for me. C’mon, give me another one. Wanna feel ya gush on my tongue again.”

Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him groan in pleasure. He loved the sting. Loved how desperate you got. He shifted lower, nose pressed firmly against your clit now, and licked deep—broad, flat strokes that dragged through every fold, cleaning you up only to make you messier. He spat once more, letting it drip down to your entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside you without warning, curling them up against that spot that made your vision white out.

“Osamu—fuck—!” Your thighs clamped around his head, shaking already, but he just moaned louder, the sound muffled and obscene as he sucked your clit back into his mouth and worked his fingers in steady, filthy pumps.

He could feel it building—the way your walls fluttered and clenched around his fingers, the way your clit pulsed against his tongue, the way your moans turned high-pitched and frantic. He didn’t let up. Not even when your legs started trembling violently, heels digging into his back. He held you tighter, arms locked around your thighs like iron bands, keeping you spread open for him as he devoured you through the orgasm.

You came with a sob, back bowing off the bed, pussy gushing around his fingers and onto his tongue. He drank every drop, humming in satisfaction, eyes rolling back at the taste. But he didn’t pull away. Not even close.

Instead, he slowed his fingers, gentling them into lazy curls while his tongue went soft and broad again, licking you through the aftershocks. Gentle. Reverent.

You were whimpering, oversensitive, tears slipping down your temples. “S-Samu… please… can’t—too sensitive—”

He lifted his head just enough to look at you, lips shiny and swollen, chin dripping. His voice was wrecked, low and pleading.

“Just a little longer, princess. Please. Five more minutes. I ain't done tastin' ya yet.” He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right over your clit, making you jolt. “Yer still so wet for me. Still drippin’. Let me clean you up proper. I’ll be gentle this time, yeah? Just my tongue. Just wanna keep eating you out.”

His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and you knew—he meant every word. He’d stay down there for hours if you let him.

18+ High, horny, and neglected — you let your tattooed plug inside. Choso doesn’t waste time with cash. He wants you dripping on his fingers, creaming on his cock, and leaking his cum on your boyfriend’s sheets.

cw: cheating, fingering, rough sex, possessive dirty talk, degradation, creampie.

note: Repost from my Wattpad! I won't post work here that I already posted on my Wattpad often, but I love this smut, and I just had to share it here. (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

You'd been texting him for weeks now, ever since your boyfriend started "working late," another excuse, another night where he'd come home smelling like someone else's perfume and collapse on the couch without even looking at you. It had been three months since he last touched you—really touched you.

You got tired of sitting in your apartment alone, scrolling through the same three apps. Choso was just supposed to be your plug—nothing more. Tall, quiet, ink-black hair always tied back in that messy half-bun, tattoos crawling up his neck like they were trying to choke him. He sold the good shit: clean edibles, premium flower, the occasional perc when your anxiety got too loud. You told yourself the late-night pickups were just convenient. You told yourself the way his dark eyes lingered on your mouth when you handed him cash was nothing.

But tonight your boyfriend was out of town for "work," and you were high already, the edible you'd taken two hours ago melting your bones into warm syrup. Your phone buzzed on the coffee table.

Choso: you still need that pack or what?

You stared at the message until the letters blurred. Then you typed back with shaky thumbs.

You: yeah. come through.

Twenty minutes later there was a soft knock at your door. You opened it in nothing but an oversized hoodie and tiny sleep shorts that barely covered the curve of your ass. Choso stood in the hallway light, black hoodie up, hands in his pockets, that same unreadable expression on his face. The hallway smelled like rain and weed and something sharper—him.

"You alone?" he asked, voice low.

You nodded, stepping aside so he could come in. The door clicked shut behind him like a gunshot. He didn't move toward the couch like usual. He just looked at you, eyes dragging slow from your bare thighs up to the way the hoodie slipped off one shoulder.

"Your man gone?" he asked.

"Yeah."

He hummed. The sound vibrated straight between your legs.

Choso pulled a fat ziplock from his pocket, set it on the counter. You reached for your purse, but he caught your wrist—gentle, but firm enough that your pulse jumped.

"I don't want money tonight," he said.

Your mouth went dry. "Then what do you want?"

Choso stepped in until the toes of his boots nudged your bare feet. His eyes flicked down to where the oversized hoodie  had slipped off one shoulder, exposing the soft curve there, then dragged back up to lock on yours.

"He still not fucking you right?" The question landed blunt and filthy, no preamble, like he'd been waiting weeks to say it out loud.

Your face ignited. You hadn't told him—not outright. But Choso wasn't the type to miss details. He'd caught the way your thighs would clench together when he leaned against your doorframe a little too long, the way your breath hitched when his fingers brushed yours passing the bag. And that one night a couple weeks back—high as hell off his own product, wine-loose and bitter—you'd let it slip: how your boyfriend hadn't made you cum in months, how it felt like he was just going through the motions, how you were starting to forget what it even felt like to be wanted. Choso had listened in silence, then exhaled slow smoke smirking and muttered, "That's a fucking crime."

He hadn't pushed then. But he'd remembered.

Now his thumb stroked once—slow, deliberate—over the inside of your wrist. "Don't lie to me," he added, quieter. 

Your breath caught. Shame and arousal twisted together so tight you couldn't tell them apart. you whispered, "My boyfriend—"

"—ain't here," Choso cut in, smooth as a blade. He tugged you forward a half-step so your chest brushed his hoodie. "And he ain't been taking care of what's his. That's why you keep texting me at 1 a.m. That's why you answer the door looking like this." His free hand lifted, knuckles grazing the bare skin of your thigh just under the hem of the shorts—high enough that if he crooked a finger he'd be touching slick. "You been starving, baby. Starving for someone who actually knows how to feed you."

He was right. Fuck, he was right. Your boyfriend fucked you like he was checking a box—two minutes of missionary, a grunt, done. Choso looked like he'd ruin you and thank you for it.

You didn't answer with words. You just rose up on your toes and kissed him.

The second your lips touched, something snapped. Choso groaned into your mouth like he'd been holding it in for months. His hands slid under the hoodie, palms rough and hot against your bare waist, yanking you flush against him. He tasted like mint and the faint sweetness of the pre-roll he'd probably smoked on the way over. His tongue pushed past your lips, claiming, and you moaned so loud it embarrassed you.

He walked you backward until your ass hit the counter. The ziplock crinkled under your hip. Choso didn't care. He lifted you like you weighed nothing, set you on the granite, and shoved the hoodie up to your neck. No bra underneath. Your nipples were already hard from the cool air and the way he was staring.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Look at you."

He ducked his head and sucked one into his mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just hard enough to make your back arch. You threaded your fingers through his hair, knocking the tie loose so the black strands spilled over your knuckles. He switched to the other nipple, sucking harder, one big hand kneading your tit while the other shoved your shorts and panties down in one rough motion.

You were soaked. Embarrassingly soaked. The fabric stuck to your pussy for a second before he peeled it away.

Choso pulled back just enough to look down between your spread thighs. "All this for me?" His voice had dropped another octave. "Your man know you get this wet for the plug?"

"Don't—don't talk about him," you gasped, but the shame only made you wetter.

He smirked, slow and filthy. "Too late, baby. You let me in here knowing you got a boyfriend. That makes this pussy mine tonight."

Two thick fingers dragged through your folds, spreading the slick. He circled your clit once, twice, then pushed both fingers inside you without warning. Your walls clenched around the sudden stretch. He curled them immediately, stroking that spongy spot that made your toes curl.

"Oh fuck—"

"Yeah? Right there?" He pumped faster, thumb pressing firm on your clit. The wet sounds filled the kitchen—obscene, loud. "Listen to that. Greedy little cunt sucking my fingers in. Bet he never makes you sound like this."

You couldn't answer. Your head fell back against the cabinet, mouth open, hips rocking into his hand like a slut. He added a third finger, stretching you wider, and you cried out.

Choso watched your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. "You gonna cum already? Just from my fingers? Go ahead. Cum on my hand."

The words hit like a slap. Your orgasm crashed over you so hard your vision whited out. You clamped down around his fingers, gushing, thighs shaking. He didn't stop—kept stroking through it until you were whimpering, oversensitive, trying to close your legs.

He finally pulled his hand free, glistening to the knuckles. Without breaking eye contact he brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning like your taste was his favorite drug.

"Bedroom," he ordered.

You didn't argue. You slid off the counter on shaky legs and let him follow you down the hall, his hand possessively on the back of your neck the whole way. The second you crossed the threshold he spun you around, yanked the hoodie off, and shoved you onto the bed.

Choso stripped fast. Hoodie tossed, shirt yanked over his head, jeans shoved down with his boxers in one impatient motion. His body hit the dim bedroom light like a threat—lean, corded muscle under pale skin, black tattoos snaking across his chest, ribs, and down into the sharp V that disappeared below his waist. When his cock sprang free it was already thick and heavy, veins standing out, the flushed head slick with pre-cum that beaded at the slit and dripped slow.

Your mouth watered. You couldn't help it.

He climbed over you, knees sinking the mattress on either side of your hips, arms caging your head. His dark hair fell loose around his face, half shadowing those unreadable eyes as he stared down at you like prey he'd finally cornered.

"Spread wider," he ordered, voice gravel-rough. No question, no please.

You obeyed before your brain caught up—thighs falling open, knees bending, offering yourself like you'd been waiting for this exact command.

He didn't tease. He just hooked your legs over his elbows, folded you in half until your knees nearly kissed your shoulders, and lined himself up. The blunt head nudged your soaked entrance, parting your folds, smearing your slick along his length as he dragged it up and down once—twice—coating himself.

"Beg for it," he said. Low. Flat. Like it wasn't even a request.

"Choso—"

"Beg me to fuck you while your man's gone."

Your pride cracked in record time. Heat flooded your face, your cunt, everywhere. "Please," you breathed, voice shaking. "Please fuck me. I need it—need your cock—please—"

He didn't wait for the rest. One brutal snap of his hips and he buried himself to the hilt.

The stretch was immediate and overwhelming—thick enough to burn in the best way, filling you so completely your back arched off the bed and a raw scream tore out of your throat. He bottomed out hard, pubic bone grinding against your clit, holding there for a long second so you could feel every pulsing inch stretching your walls.

"Fuck, so tight," he growled. "Squeezing me so good."

Then he started moving—hard, punishing strokes that made the headboard slam against the wall. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with your broken moans. He watched his cock disappear inside you, watched the way your pussy creamed around his shaft.

"Look at that," he panted. "Messy girl. Making a puddle on your boyfriend's sheets."

 Every slam of his hips punched the air out of your lungs, every grind against your clit sent sparks up your spine. You were too full, too stretched, too taken to feel anything except the filthy heat building low in your belly.

"Cum," he ordered. "Cum on my cock right fucking now. Show me how much better I fuck you than he ever did."

You couldn't answer with words—just a choked whimper as he angled deeper, hitting that spot inside you over and over until your thighs shook.

He smirked, dark and mean. "Yeah. C'mon baby."

He reached between you and rubbed your clit in tight circles. Your orgasm hit like a freight train, walls fluttering around his cock so hard he cursed.

"Shit—gonna cum inside you if you keep doing that."

You locked your ankles behind his back. "Do it. Please—fill me up—"

Choso's rhythm stuttered. He buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded you. You felt every spurt, hot and endless, leaking out around his shaft because there was too much.

He stayed inside you while you both caught your breath, forehead pressed to yours. After a minute he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from your swollen pussy onto the sheets.

Then he smirked, dark and satisfied.

"Round two in the shower?" he asked, voice rough. "Or you want me to eat it out of you first?"

You were already nodding before he finished the sentence.

18+ Gojo can’t get enough of fucking your face.

cw: face fucking, rough oral sex, spitting, slapping, degradation.

note: Thank you all so much for the recent support! I love you all <3

Gojo’s cock was already leaking when he tapped the heavy, flushed head against your cheek with a wet smack.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, voice low and dripping with that lazy arrogance. “So fucking eager already.”

You were on your knees between his spread thighs, eyes glassy, lips parted. He dragged the thick length of his dick across your face—slow, deliberate—slapping it against your other cheek, then your lips, leaving shiny streaks of precum wherever it touched. Every time the hot, velvety skin met your face you whimpered, tongue instinctively slipping out, desperate for more.

Gojo grinned, blue eyes half-lidded with lust.

“That’s it… stick your tongue out for me, baby. Just like that.”

He slapped his cock against your waiting tongue—thwack, thwack—watching it bounce and drip. Then he pressed the head right against your lower lip, teasing, not pushing in yet.

You whined, needy and broken, trying to lean forward, but his hand in your hair kept you exactly where he wanted.

“Needy little thing,” he chuckled darkly. His thumb slid over your bottom lip, then pushed inside your mouth. You immediately closed your lips around it and sucked, hollowing your cheeks, eyes fluttering as you moaned around the digit like it was his cock.

“Shit—yeah, just like that. Suck on it so fucking pretty.”

He watched, mesmerized, as you bobbed your head on his thumb, saliva already starting to coat it. When he finally pulled it out, a string of spit connected it to your tongue.

Gojo let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, I love how messy you get for me.”

He gripped the base of his cock and slapped it against your tongue again—harder this time—then finally pushed past your lips.

The moment he slid into the wet heat of your mouth, a guttural groan tore from his throat. He didn’t ease in. He thrust deep, hitting the back of your throat in one smooth motion, making your eyes water instantly.

“Take it—fuck, take all of me.”

Tears spilled down your lashes as he started fucking your face in earnest, hips snapping forward, the obscene sound of wet gagging and slurping filling the room. Saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin in thick strands, some of it landing on your tits.

Gojo’s hand came down in a sharp slap against your cheek, enough to make it sting and make your pussy throb.

“Look at those pretty tears,” he growled, thumb brushing under your eye, smearing the wetness. “Crying so good for my cock. You love choking on it, don’t you?”

You tried to nod, but he was already pulling back until just the tip rested on your tongue. You kept it out, panting, drooling, eyes begging as you looked up at him.

He smirked, then grabbed your jaw with one big hand, forcing your mouth open wider.

“Tongue out. Further.”

You obeyed instantly, pink tongue hanging out obscenely. Gojo leaned down and spit directly onto it—hot, thick, right in the middle. Before you could even react he shoved his cock back in, sliding over his own spit and burying himself to the hilt again.

“Fuuuck—good girl. Swallow me down.”

He slapped your cheek again while he fucked your throat, the sting making you moan around his length. Every time he pulled out he’d tap his slick cock against your face, smear the mess over your lips and cheeks, then force your tongue out again just to watch you wait for him—desperate, teary, chin shiny with spit and precum.

He loved every second of it.

Loved the way your throat bulged when he pushed deep.

Loved the broken little sobs and gags you made.

Loved how you looked up at him with those wet, fucked-out eyes, silently begging for more even when you were struggling to breathe.

“Such a perfect little cocksleeve,” he murmured, voice rough with pleasure as he gripped your head with both hands and started fucking your face harder, faster. “Gonna cum all over this pretty, messy face soon.”

He slapped his cock against your tongue one more time, watching you whimper and chase it with your lips.

“Open wide, baby. Let me ruin you.”

18+ Boyfriend Atsumu teases you mercilessly—repeating every desperate sound you make until you’re babbling on his cock.

cw: mocking, unprotected sex, Dirty talk

note: This inspired by another smut I saw here a super long time ago about Suna but for the life of me I cannot find it again. Please let me know if you know what smut I’m talking about.

The bedroom is dim, just the faint orange glow from the streetlights slipping through the half-closed blinds. Atsumu’s got you folded practically in half—knees shoved up toward your chest, one of his big hands wrapped loosely around the back of your thigh to keep you open while the other braces beside your head.

He’s not even going that fast anymore. Just slow, mean, deliberate rolls of his hips. Deep enough that every time he bottoms out you make this broken, airless little sound you can’t control. He knows it. He’s been cataloging every single noise you’ve made since he first slid in.

“‘S’too much—‘s too much—’” he mimics in that syrupy, exaggerated accent of his, pitching his voice higher to match yours from ten minutes ago. “That’s what ya said, wasn’t it, baby? When I was only halfway in?”

You try to glare but it melts into another helpless whimper the second he grinds the blunt head of his cock right against that spot that makes your toes curl.

He grins—sharp, smug, flushed high on his cheekbones.

“‘Tsumu—please—please—’” He drops his voice again, imitating the exact hiccuping way you begged earlier. “Fuck, ya sounded so pretty sayin’ that. Almost made me come right there.”

You clench around him on reflex and he groans low in his throat, hips stuttering for half a second before he regains control.

“None of that now,” he chides, slowing down even more until he’s barely moving—just pulsing inside you, thick and hot and impossible to ignore. “Ya keep squeezin’ like that and I’m gonna have to start all over again. And ya already sound so fucked-out…”

He leans down until his mouth brushes the shell of your ear.

“Listen to this—” He pulls out torturously slow, then sinks back in with one smooth stroke that punches the air out of your lungs. You can’t help it; the sound that leaves you is high and shattered and completely nonsensical.

“—ah—hn—mmph—!”

Atsumu laughs against your throat, dark and delighted.

“Exactly. That’s the one. ‘Ah—hn—mmph—’” He punctuates each syllable with a lazy, punishing grind. “Ya don’t even know what yer sayin’ anymore, do ya? Just babblin’ on my cock like it’s the only thing ya remember how to do.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders; you’re trying to pull him closer and push him away at the same time. It doesn’t matter—he’s not going anywhere.

“‘More—more—need it—’” he parrots again, softer this time, almost sweet. “That was real cute too. Ya want more, huh?”

You nod frantically even though you’re not sure you can take more. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, too full, too hot, too everything.

He finally picks up the pace—just enough. Long, dragging strokes that make wet, obscene sounds fill the room every time he fucks back in.

“Say it again for me,” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. “C’mon, baby. Let me hear all that pretty nonsense.”

You’re already gone—words slurring together into nothing but needy little cries.

“‘Tsumu—close—g’nna—please—”

He cuts you off with a particularly hard thrust, grinning against your mouth when you choke on a moan.

“‘Tsumu—close—g’nna—please—’” he echoes right back at you, voice wrecked and teasing all at once. “Yeah? Gonna come all over me again? Gonna soak my cock while ya keep cryin’ my name like that?”

You can’t answer. You just arch, thighs shaking, and let him fuck you through it while he keeps whispering every single ridiculous, cock-drunk thing you’ve said tonight—repeating them like a prayer, like he’s never going to let you live them down.

And when you finally shatter around him, sobbing his name into his shoulder, he buries his face in your neck and groans your name like it’s the only word he knows.

“Fuck… there she is,” he breathes, still moving, still teasing even as he starts to lose it himself. “Still talkin’ so sweet even when ya can’t talk at all.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth—slow, filthy, possessive.

“Say it one more time f’me, baby. Just like that. Let me hear it.”

18+ Boyfriend Yuji is too focused on his game—until you decide he’s ignored you on his bed for long enough. Teasing him by touching yourself and cockwarming him.

cw: unprotected sex

note: First post here kinda nervous

You sprawl across Yuji Itadori’s bed like you own it—because tonight, you kind of do. The room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of his monitor and the faint strip of light under the door. His oversized black T-shirt rides up your thighs, the hem barely covering the curve of your ass, and nothing underneath. You’ve been lying here for forty-three minutes, watching the way his broad back flexes under his tank top every time he leans forward to shout into the headset.

“Bro, Megumi, left side—left! Inumaki, where the hell are you?!” Yuji’s voice cracks with that bright laugh that always makes your stomach flutter, but right now it just pisses you off. His fingers hammer the controller like the game is the only thing in the world worth his attention. You’re right here, thighs pressed together, heat already pooling low in your belly, and he’s too busy yelling at pixels to notice.

Enough.

You shift slowly, deliberately, letting the mattress creak just loud enough to carry across the room. Your hand slides down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of the shirt before slipping underneath. The first brush of your fingertips over your already slick folds pulls a soft, breathy sigh from your lips—quiet, but not quiet enough. You circle your clit lazily, eyes locked on the back of his head, on the way his pink hair sticks up in every direction under the headset band.

Another slow stroke. Your hips roll into your own hand, and this time the sigh turns into a low, needy hum.

Yuji’s shoulders tense. His controller clicks once, twice, then stills.

“…guys, hold up,” he mutters into the mic, voice distracted. You hear the faint crackle of Toge’s muffled reply—“Tuna mayo?”—and Megumi’s flat “What’s wrong?” before Yuji yanks the mic away from his mouth just enough to glance over his shoulder.

His eyes find you instantly.

You’re on your back now, knees bent and spread, shirt rucked up to your ribs so he can see everything. Two fingers glide through your wetness, parting your folds, showing him how shiny and ready you already are. Your other hand cups one breast, thumb flicking over your nipple until it pebbles tight. You bite your lip and moan again, louder this time, letting it roll out of you like you can’t help it.

“Shit,” Yuji breathes. His gaze is wide, pupils blown black, the game completely forgotten for a second. The controller sits loose in his lap, but he doesn’t mute the call.

You smile, slow and wicked, and push two fingers inside yourself with an obscene, wet sound that carries across the quiet room. “You’ve been playing for almost an hour, Yuji,” you purr, voice husky. “What are you even doing over there when you’ve got me on your bed like this?”

He swallows hard. You watch the bob of his throat, the way his tank top clings to the sudden rise and fall of his chest. On the headset you hear Megumi’s deadpan “Itadori?” and Toge’s confused “Salmon?” but Yuji just stares, lips parted.

You crook your fingers, curling them against that spot that makes your back arch off the mattress. A real moan spills out this time—loud, shameless. Your thighs tremble.

That does it.

Yuji rips the headset off and slams it onto the desk, mic still half-open so his friends can probably hear the wet sounds and your breathy little gasps if they’re listening hard enough. He spins in the chair, chair wheels squeaking, and the look on his face is pure hunger. “Babe… you’re killing me.”

“Good,” you whisper, still fucking yourself slowly with your fingers, eyes never leaving his. “Come here and do something about it, then.”

He’s across the room in two strides, knees hitting the edge of the bed. His hands—big, warm, calloused from training—grab your thighs and yank you toward him until your ass is right at the edge of the mattress. But you sit up before he can dive in, pushing at his chest until he sits back in the gaming chair again, legs spread wide. The bulge in his gray sweatpants is obscene, straining against the fabric like it’s trying to escape.

You climb into his lap, straddling him, and hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats. “You’re not turning the game off,” you tell him, voice sweet and filthy. “You’re gonna keep playing. And I’m gonna warm you up while you do.”

Yuji’s breath hitches. “Fuck… you’re serious?”

You answer by tugging his sweats and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free—thick, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking. Fuck, he’s so hard it looks painful. You wrap your hand around the base, giving him one slow pump that makes his hips jerk. Then you rise up on your knees, line him up, and sink down.

The stretch is perfect. He fills you inch by inch, hot and heavy, until your ass is flush against his thighs and he’s buried to the hilt. You both groan—his low and wrecked, yours high and satisfied. You clench around him deliberately, once, twice, feeling the way he throbs inside you.

“Shit—babe, you’re so tight,” he rasps, forehead dropping to your shoulder. His hands grip your waist like he’s trying not to move.

You grab the headset from the desk and settle it back over his ears, then lean in and whisper against his mouth, “Play your game, Yuji. I want to feel you twitch every time you try to focus.”

He curses under his breath but picks the controller back up. You hear Toge’s voice crackle through the earpiece—“Mustard leaf?!”—and Megumi’s suspicious “Did you just… never mind.” Yuji tries to answer, voice strained. “Yeah, I’m—uh—I’m here. Just… had to do something.”

You start rolling your hips in tiny, torturous circles. Not enough to ride him properly, just enough to keep him buried deep, to let your walls flutter and squeeze around his cock like a velvet fist. Every little shift makes him hit that spot inside you that sends sparks up your spine. You bury your face in his neck, lips brushing his racing pulse, and moan softly right against his skin so the sound stays between the two of you.

Yuji’s thumbs slam the controller buttons like he’s trying to punish them. “Left—left, damn it—Megumi, I can’t—fuck.” His hips twitch up once, involuntary, and you feel it all the way in your belly. You clench harder in response, milking him, and he chokes on a groan.

Minutes drag by like that. You cock-warming him slow and filthy while he tries to play, sweat beading on his temples, voice getting rougher every time he talks to his friends. You kiss along his jaw, lick the shell of his ear, whisper every dirty thing you can think of.

“Feel how wet I am for you? All that time you left me waiting… I was dripping on your sheets.”

“You’re so big, Yuu. Stretching me so full. Bet your friends can hear how bad you want to fuck me right now.”

Every word makes him throb harder inside you. His breathing is ragged, controller clicks erratic. Megumi finally snaps, “Itadori, what the hell is going on over there?” and Yuji just growls, “Gotta go—emergency—bye,” before ripping the headset off and throwing it across the desk.

The controller clatters to the floor.

His hands are on your ass in the next heartbeat, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “You win,” he snarls, voice low and dangerous in a way that makes your pussy clench around him again. “You fucking win. Now I’m gonna make up for every goddamn minute I left you on that bed.”

He stands up with you still impaled on his cock, strong arms holding you like you weigh nothing. Two steps and your back hits the mattress. Yuji doesn’t pull out—he drives in deeper, hips snapping forward in one brutal thrust that punches the air out of your lungs. Then he starts fucking you like he’s mad at you for teasing him.

Hard. Fast. Deep.

The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, louder than the forgotten game menu music still looping on his monitor. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, and the new angle makes him grind against your cervix with every stroke. You cry out, nails raking down his back, leaving red lines under his tank top.

“Fuck—yes—right there,” you sob, head thrown back. He leans down and catches your mouth in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, swallowing every moan while he rails you into the mattress.

“You wanted my attention?” he pants against your lips, hips never slowing. “You got it. Gonna fuck you so good you forget I ever picked up that controller.”

He shifts, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub tight, relentless circles over your swollen clit. Your thighs start shaking. The pressure builds fast—white-hot and overwhelming—until it crashes over you. You come hard, walls fluttering and squeezing around his cock, soaking his sweats where they’re still bunched around his thighs. Your vision whites out; you scream his name loud enough that the whole building floor probably hears.

Yuji doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it, growling praises against your neck—“That’s it, baby, soak my cock—good girl, so fucking good for me”—until the overstimulation turns into another building wave.

Only then does he pull out, flip you onto your stomach, and yank your hips up so your ass is in the air. He slams back in from behind, one hand fisting your hair, the other spanking your ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

“Still think I should’ve kept playing?” he taunts, voice wrecked. Another sharp thrust. “Huh? Answer me.”

“N-no,” you whimper, pushing back to meet him. “Don’t stop—please, Yuji—”

He laughs, low and breathless, and starts fucking you even harder, the headboard banging against the wall in a steady rhythm. You can feel another orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter with every drag of his thick cock against your walls.

“Come on, baby,” he growls, reaching around to pinch your clit. “One more. Give it to me. Want you creaming all over me again before I fill you up.”

It hits you like a freight train. You shatter, sobbing into the pillow, pussy pulsing around him so hard he curses and buries himself to the hilt. His hips stutter, and then he’s coming too—hot, thick ropes flooding deep inside you, so much it leaks out around his cock and drips down your thighs.

He collapses over you, chest to your back, both of you panting and sweaty and trembling. For a long minute the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the distant, tinny game music still playing from the monitor.

Yuji presses a soft, lazy kiss to the back of your neck. “Next time you want attention,” he mumbles, voice hoarse and satisfied, “just climb in my lap sooner. I’ll ditch the game in two seconds flat.”

You smile into the pillow, still feeling him twitch inside you. “Noted,” you whisper. “But I kind of liked making you suffer.”

He chuckles, nipping your shoulder. “Evil. I love it.”

Disclaimer: all work is NSFW so MDNI

𝙅𝙐𝙅𝙐𝙏𝙎𝙐 𝙆𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙉

Yuji Itadori

Game over

Ass Tattoo

Needy Old Man - MODULO

Satoru Gojo

Face Fucked

Choso Kamo

High & Horny

𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙆𝙔𝙐

Atsumu Miya

Babblin’ on his cock

Osamu Miya

A Munch!

Rintaro Suna

Lazy Fuck

𝙏𝙊𝙆𝙔𝙊 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎

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