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literally how. im going to shoot myself. mind you i was one image away from kenjaku but i just had to download bumto. killing myself rn. - 🧠
@s4g3-the-v0id (who is this, why are you the first result mystery person), @first-universal-common-ancestor @voreoomf @permalucy @radicallymax @towaloa @h3ll0k1tt1-m30ww + open tags
trying to find ppl to tag made me realize im not rlly friends with anyone in this community besides like 2 people. damn. - 🧠
Was on wplace so the screenshot had many characters but I've zoomed in to the first I recognised - shout-out to Till but I don't think the marriage would work out :P
Open tags because I'm a coward and tagging people is scary
The night air felt cool against your skin as you walked through the lonely park. No one usually came here at this hour. You had chosen the shortcut to save ten minutes on your way home from the college. The path wound under old trees, their branches casting long shadows under the moonlight.
A soft rustling from up above in the trees caught your attention. Then came the unmistakably low grunts of a man. It stopped you dead in your tracks, tilting your head up toward the source. There, perched on a thick branch, sat a man with raven hair, a little tousled and strands framing his face. His eyes were closed, face scrunched up in focus. One large hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking it steadily. He wore a tight compression shirt that hugged his muscular frame, navy faded jeans hanging loose around his thighs. His lip was caught between his teeth as he lost himself in the motion.
You stood there appalled. Heat rushed to your cheeks. "Get down at once," you called out firmly.
His eyes snapped open widely, deep emerald green's focusing down on you where you stood beneath him, shock flashed across his face. He looked annoyed, grunted softly and obeyed weirdly at your command. He slid down the tree trunk with surprising ease, he was bulky and towered over you, now that he was ground level with you. Getting a proper look at his face.. upu noticed his features in the dim lighting, a prominent scar at the corner of his lip, your eyes trailed down, his waist narrow, and he's quite muscular, you muttered to yourself, then your gaze reached his cock, still out, hard and flushed, uncut and girthy, leaking precum from the bulbous tip in the cool air.
You exchanged a few words. He simply told you he was a soldier, and old habits died hard, apparently. He didn’t go into detail, but he developed "a thing for masturbating up trees", he muttered with a rough chuckle, a shy hand rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your eye contact.
You felt a pang of guilt for disturbing him and also some respect for him being a soldier and all. Something about his situation tugged at you, and really you weren't one to judge his situation, so what if he had a thing for cumming, from up in trees? You decided you were going to help support him in any way you could. The least you could do for this sexy, midly preverted soilder. "Can I?" you asked softly, gesturing toward his hardened cock.
He looked taken aback at first, then maybe a little intrigued. A second after, understanding dawned across his features, and a smile tugged at his lips. You stepped closer, your dainty hands wrapped around his chubby, veined cock. It filled your grip entirely, a true two-hander. Thick and warm, as you stroked him with care, watching his face immediately contort in pleasure.
He placed both his hands on either side atop your shoulders, steadying himself. You looked so pretty there in your work suit. Your tight little skirt hugging your hips and your blouse had come open just enough to tease. He didn't last long at all. You were tugging his foreskin down and peeling it back as gently as you could, twisting the head, precum slicking your palms stickily and just a few more seconds in, you had him spurting thick white ropes of cum from that swollen tip, coating your fingers and spilling over your hand in heavy globs, rewarding you for your efforts in plentiful amounts.
He grunted and sighed, breathing out heavily and thanked you. "You're pretty, Ms." he said gruffly. Then he pulled up his jeans and left you to wipe your hands in a nearby bush.
You thought that was the end of it, a wild encounter at your expense, but footsteps suddenly approached you from behind. You turned around, a man in a crisp business suit appeared, briefcase in hand. He looked quite professional, wire framed glasses perched on his nose. He had seen everything.
"Ms. I couldn't help but notice what you just did for that man...and could you possibly do the same for me?" His question surprised you but the gentleness and pleading in his voice surprised you even more. You most definitely could have said no to him, but the look in his eyes behind those glasses pulled at something in you. He seemed like he could really use the help.
Right there, you unbuckled his belt, tugged his cream coloured suit pants down his hips along with his plaid boxers. His cock sprung free. Pretty and pent up. Longer than the soldier's, heavily veined and flushed a ruby red at the leaking tip. You began stroking him, soft groans spilled from his lips. His blonde hair, once combed neat, became tasselled by his fingers running through his locks. He looked flustered and gorgeous in the moonlight.
A few delightful strokes along his entire length and soft moans were escaping his lips, spilling out into the open night air, you had much easier effort with his cock, you were able to wrap your fingers around the circumference nicely, feeling each prominent bulging vein everytime you stroked along his girth.
He spilled lots, over your knuckles thickly as your squeeze all of it out as he came. You leaned forward and kissed his pretty flushed tip. Your tongue licked off a dribble of cum from his slit. Right after you stood up from the ground, he leaned forward and gave a kiss to your cheek gently. "You're an angel," he whispered softly against your cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He pulled out a plain hankerchief and offered it to you to wipe your hands clean. Then he gathered his briefcase and went on his way.
You stood there catching your breath. Surely, that was it for tonight. But then someone called your name clearly. You turned, thinking you imagined it, but there stood Satoru Gojo. A student from the college, someone you knew. A familiar face.
He had seen everything. You tried to hide your hands behind your back. "Don't hide now, Ms." he said with that signature smirk you had grew to ignore. "I saw what happened and listen we're old friends, aren't we?." A playful lilt in his voice. His aquamarine blues dazzling as he tried to give you a puppy dog look.
You closed your eyes and gave a long sigh. "Oh, come on," you replied, annoyed but resigned.
He was already tugging down his sweats. His pretty cock flopped out, hard and leaking precum. Thick and sticky, glistening under the park lights. For him you dropped to your knees. Two hands reaching out and quickly working over his length. You gathered saliva and spat on his cock to ease the slide.
He looked so pretty. Being "old friends" and all, you leaned forward. Your soft lips met the head of his cock and kissed it tenderly then you took him in slowly. He was surprised. "Fuck... y/n y-you ngh didn't have too, -aaah" he groaned in bliss.
But he bucked instantly into your warm mouth. You tasted his salty precum. The clean scent of him surrounding you instantly the more you pressed further down his cock. You moaned around him and took him even deeper. Your warm throat engulfed his thick cock entirely, sluttily actually...
He could not believe his pretty professor had such a mouth on her. One that made his balls tighten and his toes curl up. "Fuck fuck fuck," he chanted loudly.
You took him to the base. Swallowing around his cock sweetly. His hand threaded into your hair, cupping gently at the base of your neck, holding you flushed against him. The sparse white hairs along his happy trail tickled your nose as your throat spasmed sweetly around him.
He held you there and came hard down your throat. Thick pulses of creamy cum filled your tight walls spasming around him as you milked every last drop. When he realized he had been stifling you, he pulled back. "Shit.. fuck- sorry, Ms." he gasped.
And slowly he withdrew his cock from your throat. His tip stringing with precum and saliva to your plump lips. You looked dazed, eyes teary. He leaned down instantly and kissed you. He tasted his own cum on your tongue and licked up the drool spilling at the corner of your mouth. Cupping your face, he leaned in nosing along your cheek, praises left his lips. "So perfect," he murmured, brushing stray hairs from your forehead. He kissed your cheeks softly. "You did so good, professor."
After a moment of catching your breath he helped you up, tugging his sweats back up over his now softening cock and offered to walk you home that night. You let him. The streets felt quieter with him beside you, after all you had endured. His hand occasionally brushing against yours.
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syp: f!reader x toji fushiguro cw; age gap relations, broke!toji, baby!megumi (takes place before gojo took him in), grimy!toji, cheating, pet names (princess, good girl, baby), attempted babytrapping
a/n: (wc: 2.2k) surely this has already been done before?? i did limited research on japanese houses so if i'm incorrect i do apologize, feel free to correct me! (not proof read) p.s this might be tmi but here goes: this idea came to me while fighting for my life on the toilet, so enjoy :3
it was supposed to be a normal job—a babysitting job where you look after his three year old son.
called up last minute to help look after the little one because work needed him urgently.
that wasn't the issue, but the fact that you had to cancel a date with your boyfriend to be here. offered double your usual rate, so really how you could refuse the easy money?
besides you loved that little boy as if he were your own, a literal mini version of his mother.
that's what you told yourself anyways as you trekked to the fushiguro residence, a beautiful—albeit small—minka with dark wood paneling and opaque shoji doors that make up the villa. the sun beats down, heat wrapping around you like a cocoon as you wait for toji to come to the door.
though it's megumi who nearly cracks the delicate wood as he slides the door open so hard. slam! dark blue eyes bright with excitement, tugging you into the genkan eagerly. bouncing on his heels like he's holding back from jumping into your arms—just barely.
"you're here to play with me, aren't ya?" you smile, plucking your shoes off while nodding. it's then that toji appears, leaning against the wall in a way that screams 'i know i'm hot so keep looking' and you force your attention to stay on megumi.
toji isn't fazed, just steps forward to lean in close, whispering right by your ear, "play nice with my spawn. got that, princess?" ruffling your hair before slipping outside as the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
you take a deep breath, willing the air into your lungs by sheer force. megumi grabs your hand, clinging on tight, tugging you into the familiar abode.
for the next few hours this tiny child put you through the ringer; games of tag (that left you both covered in grass stains), board games (which you let megs win), playing personal chef and after a messy encounter with a full plate of curry, a bath. the towel was planted atop megumi's head, your hands drying him off as best you could, as much as an excitable child will stand—which is not much. then he's shaking his head like a dog, sending water flying everywhere but mainly across your face.
"megumi!" you screech, hands outstretched but doing little to block the sudden water attack.
all you get in return is a fit of giggles, the terror climbing onto your lap menacingly. the ends of his black hair still dripping as he nestles in, claiming your lap as his. it's not long before slow blinks, head nodding and the obvious weight of sleep pulling on megumi. lights out. passed out with his head resting on your collarbone, you can't even be mad, even as your shirt gets wetter and wetter under his tiny head.
that's how toji finds the two of you, napping on the couch, your arms wound around his spawn like how a mother would—the realization nearly doubles him over. a rare genuine smile on his face, not his usual smirk, as he watches. frozen in his tracks at the adorable sight before him.
one misstep and toji's foot connects with a toy, of course one that has to squeak, loudly, waking both of you in an instant. gazes wild but unfocused in the cutest way, "fushiguro-san, when did you get home?" voice rough from sleep, rubbing at your eyes.
"just toji," he says gruffly, giving you reprimanding look, "a minute ago, didn't wanna wake the sleeping beauty."
something about the way he says it has a heat creeping up your neck, casting a worried look at the sleepy child still on your lap. megumi looks ready to knock back out, a longer nap is in order.
"gonna put megs in his bed." standing up carefully with the tiny toddler, disappearing down the hall with a sinful sway of your hips.
toji sinks into the couch after you walk away. the weight of the day settling deep into his bones, worst yet he still hasn't told you the news—he's flat broke and cannot pay you double as promised.
when you return you look exhausted as well, the kind of tired only achieved from children.
"should be on my way." you inform him, granting him that half-smile you always give after babysitting for hours.
there's a pause.
usually this is when you'd be paid and sent home, yet toji hasn't moved, if anything he seems to slink further into the cushions like he's trying to merge into the fabric and become the couch.
"princess."
your heart drops, already guessing where this is going, "you can't pay me, right?"
toji's about to say yes, when a different idea pops into his head. he's seen the way you look at him, even when you pretend you aren't staring. those googly eyes whenever he wears those compression shirts, all the hard lines of his abs perfectly on display. how you bite your lip when he calls you princess.
"not with money." now you're sweating, trembling like a trapped bunny.
there's absolutely no way you can accept, think of your boyfriend—the same man who hasn't touched you in weeks—how devastated he'd be if he found out, the betrayal that can't be forgiven.
"c'mon, be honest. you've thought about it." toji smirks, calling out your shameful desires towards the older, maybe more mature man.
your heart skips a beat, traitorous eyes flickering down to his lips, to the scar on the corner and the distant lingering question of how his lips would feel against your own.
toji steps closer while you're distracted, all smug confidence as he towers over you. calloused fingers tip your chin up, forcing you to look up at him.
"didn't hear a no." your mouth opens, closes, opens again but all that comes out is an indistinguishable noise.
lips crash into yours, rough and greedy, tongue down your throat like he's trying to taste your tonsils. large hands find your hips, hoisting you up, your legs snapping around the snatched waist.
toji rolls you down on his bulge, already half-hard in those loose pants. the reason behind why he only wears those is very, very clear—anything tighter and he'd be flashing everyone and their mother's his dick print.
he's going to snap you in half with that thing.
and you'll let him.
fuck.
you try to keep quiet, mewling into his mouth in the hopes of not waking megumi. but toji, he wants to hear your pretty voice, to hear if those sweet moans are anything like what he pictures while stroking his aching cock late at night after you leave. one time you accidentally left a hoodie behind, toji had it pressed into his nose, inhaling deeply, nearly suffocating himself in your scent, spilling cum on his stomach—it still sits in his closet, unwashed, splattered with his cum.
the coldness seeps through your clothes when he sets you on the kitchen counter, stepping between your legs, his hands on your inner thighs, dangerously close to where your heat is. your pussy throbbing in time with your uneven heartbeats.
"not too late to back out." toji murmurs, lips grazing yours, feather-light and teasing. "say. the. word."
you should. you absolutely should, put a stop to this before it gets too out of hand, yet you say, "i can't."
and really whose fault is that? if that pathetic boyfriend of yours actually made an effort to please you like he's supposed to, you wouldn't be falling into the beefy arms of your 'employer'.
that's all the approval toji needs, "good girl." yanking you flush against him, unable to ignore the raging hard-on pressed into you.
the thin material of your skirt is hardly hiding anything, definitely not the fucking sweltering heat emanating off of you, or the damp patch budding around your slit. toji runs the rough pad of his thumb over your clit, swirling it with precision causing your eyes to roll back, bucking into his hand.
your thighs quake, face flushed and panting, soft moans falling from your lips.
this is the prettiest you've ever looked, melting in his hands, and toji damn well plans to make you experience the best sex of your life.
so without warning, he pushes your legs farther apart, settling on his knees before you, face in line with your cunt. eyes shadowed with lust as he breathes you in directly from the source, growling deep in his chest as he licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy. lapping at you through your panties, like the barrier will detract from the fact that he's defiling the babysitter and suddenly make it morally okay.
he's hungry, eating you out like you're a five course meal and he's been starved for weeks. all lips and tongue, sloppy sucking and filthy licks that leave you grappling at his shoulders, clawing against the onslaught. head thrown back, body arched so toji gets the view of your heaving chest, straining in your tight shirt.
one particularly hard suck on your clit has you shaking, gushing out more of your sweet juices into his mouth, the chuckle vibrating through your body.
"that's one." toji coos, giving one more filthy lick before wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, lips shiny in your essence.
"one? one what?"
there's a dumbfounded look on your face. it clicks suddenly. that lame boyfriend of yours hasn't ever made you cum, otherwise you wouldn't be pulling that face.
"orgasm." he states bluntly, pulling your panties down in one quick swipe, pocketing them without any hint of shame. he drops his pants low enough to free himself, you choke on air, staring at the beast he unveiled. all eleven inches of him, thick and long with veins running up the sides, curved slightly upwards, the tip sparkling with so much pre and flushed an dusky pink.
"it's not gonna fit..."
toji laughs, languidly stroking his length, tapping his tip on your clit to watch you squirm some more. "don't worry, i'll make it fit." pushing in with measured thrusts, and the stretch burns, so much bigger than your boyfriend's, he's barely got the tip in and you're clenching down so tight.
"'ts too much, toji." your eyes are screwed shut, nails clawing at his waist, no doubt leaving red lines in his skin.
his lips find yours, nipping at your bottom lip, "you can take it, princess." your pussy flutters, almost forcing him back out.
he starts slow, pushing in inch by inch, kissing and praising how good you're doing, how well you're taking him until he's buried in your tight little hole.
but that doesn't last long, then he's rutting into you with brutal thrusts that knock the air from your lungs, tears welling in your eyes. little hiccups of pleasure as your body gets hammered into the hard marble of the kitchen counter.
"fuck—this little cunt is so fucking tight." toji grunts, opening you further with a rough grip on your shaky thighs.
his cock bullies your cervix, hitting it hard and fast that you can't stop the rush that hits you, biting your knuckle to keep from crying out. second orgasm ripped out of you before you could even process what was happening.
is this what a big dick can do? you'll never be able to go back, anything less and it won't hit the same. utterly ruined you without even trying.
toji stares in awe at the creamy ring forming around the base of his cock, ego inflating further at witnessing megumi's pretty babysitter fall apart for him—all while he naps in the next room. if only it was always like this, the two of you sneaking off for a quickie while megs is passed out, fucking you on every surface of the house.
his cock twitches inside you, hips snapping into yours with sickening slaps of skin on skin, so loud it's a miracle that megumi hasn't woken up yet (that child sleeps like the dead).
"haaaah... 'jii. hurts..." you whine, split open so wide that your pussy squelches obscenely with every grind of his pelvis into yours. the tuft of trimmed black pubes dragging along your clit, overstimulating your poor body.
he's not done yet, wants to make you cum at least once more, "shhh... you're not going anywhere til i'm done with ya." in a swift move, he lays you back on the counter, yanking your hips to the edge. pulls out to the tip, just to slam back in, a broken moan slipping out as he does it again and again.
god, he should record your voice, so sweet and whiny, taking his thick cock better than he hoped.
it builds up quickly, a sensation similar to having to pee, panic flaring in your veins, "wait, wait, wait... feels like i'm gonn—"
"relax and let go for me, baby." toji doesn't slow down, in fact, he picks up speed, drilling into you like a machine turned to max.
a hot, stream of liquid spurts out of you unbidden, shaking violently and soaking toji's cock.
"fucking shit!" he groans, voice hoarse as your cunt spasms around him, he cums right after, stuffing you to the brim with his seed. thick and milky, coating your walls, lazily grinding his softening cock into you, plugging his cum inside, hoping it sticks.
dark blue eyes flicker up, you're panting, slumped into the counter like a puddle. boneless.
toji mentally pats himself on the back for a job well done. he may not have paid you in cash, but this, was definitely worth more than your measly hourly rate. who knows, maybe this will become the norm even if he didn't manage to knock you up.
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you should totally write a nagi x fem reader smut!!! I love your writings especially the Isagi one 🤤 also if u could make it friends to lovers that would be amazing 😩
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SYNOPSIS: You make a bet with your best friend, Nagi, that he couldn’t make you squirt
WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, aged up characters, p in v, fingering, oral, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), cream pie, orgasm denial, reader discussed to have female anatomy, dom!nagi, sub!reader, idk i just love nagi
AUTHOR’S NOTE: you might be a genius for requesting this
You and Nagi have been friends since the beginning of time. You’ve always put up with his laziness and he has always put up with your lack of a filter.
You guys were cuddling together on the couch, a normal occurrence, watching some movie that popped up on your suggested. Nagi rested his entire body on top of you, his chest pressing up against the warm plush of yours. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, not paying attention to the movie at all in an attempt to take a nap.
A loan moan interrupted him. Nagi quickly picked himself up and looked over to where the sound was coming from, greeted by the sight of some actress getting pounded from behind.
You scoff at the screen “that’s so unrealistic, no girl is sounding like that during sex unless she’s faking it.” Nagi turned his attention towards you at your words.
“She’s just moaning, that’s normal,” he responds while trying to get back into his previous resting position.
But once again he is interrupted, this time by you. “I hate to break this to you sei, but if a girl ever sounded like that with you, she was a hundred percent faking it.”
Even though you guys were close, you rarely discussed your sex life. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust each other, but more that it was one of the few awkward things that were forever left untouched. But unfortunately, you couldn’t stop yourself from touching it today.
Nagi shifted up, pulling his body away from yours in some type of retreat. “How would you know?”
“Uhh probably because i’m a woman, duh.”
Nagi ignores your attitude and stays silent, making you think that you won.
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “I mean, the girl still probably felt good!” you say as a means of consoling him.
“What if it’s every girl?”
“Well, how many girls have you been with?”
Nagi pauses again, and begins to silently count. thirty seconds in he was still counting, then it turned into a minute, and then two.
“OKOK, i get it,” you huff
“maybe it’s just you,” Nagi quietly says to himself.
“hey! I heard that, and for your information it’s not me.” You side eye Nagi, waiting for his response but instead he just turns his attention back to the movie.
The sex scene had already passed but he kept staring at it, like it might return. “Nagi? What are you doin-“
“Have you ever squirted?”
Now it’s your turn to pause. Your eyes widen and you immediately feel a heat erupt from between your legs.
“h-huh?”
“Ah, so you haven’t.”
“I didn’t say tha-“
“I could make you squirt”
The more words Nagi was saying the more you were unraveling. It’s not like you’ve never imagined fucking your best friend, I mean look at him. He’s six feet of muscle, and is extremely handsome. But hearing him say such dirty words right now is melting your resolve.
“I don’t understand,” you finally speak up after a moment of confusion.
He looks almost bored “the other guys you were with couldn’t pleasure you, what a drag.”
“They did, I just don’t think i’m capable of it”
“F’course you are,” he yawns like this is taking too much of his energy to explain. “you’ve just never been with someone like me.”
He approaches you again on the couch, but instead of going back to his resting position he just leans in looking at you.
“What are you trying to say?”
“i’m trying to say i’ll do it”
Your face feels like it’s on fire, your eyes staring back into Nagi’s tired ones. “There’s no way..”
He moves his hand to lift one of your thighs, opening your legs. “Do you wanna bet?”
And that’s how you found yourself fucking your best friend.
He pinned you down on your back to the couch, his broad figure keeping you under him. Your clothes have since been taken off, leaving you bare for him, even though he still had all of his on.
“Nagi, s’not fair” you whimper out as his eyes access every inch of your naked body.
“What’s not fair?”
you pout at his obliviousness “You’re still dressed!”
“You’re the one who’s gonna squirt, not me” he finishes while dipping two fingers down towards your heat. He drags them between your folds, making you wince at the feeling.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers up towards rub circles around your clit. “M—hm right there Nagi,” a whimper slips your lips.
“Don’t tell me how to fuck you.” He slips both fingers into your tight pussy without warning, causing you to throw your head back with a scream. “S’tight, sucking my fingers in,” Nagi stares at where his fingers connect with you. Once he thinks you’ve been adjusted enough, he quickly thrusts his fingers in and out with a deadly pace.
“Ngh—too fast, fuck” you cry at his relentless attacks, but he doesn’t slow down. Instead, he curls his fingers up, finding that spongy spot that has you seeing white. “I-I’m close, please please please”
Your begs fall on deaf ears because as soon as Nagi realizes you’re about to cum, he takes his fingers out, observing as your cunt clenches around nothing.
You let out a small whine at the emptiness, looking to see what Nagi is thinking. His eyes hold a hunger you’ve never seen besides from when he plays football. He shifts his gaze back to you, putting the same fingers that were inside of you in your mouth. You let him, sucking and licking up your own arousal.
“Be good and take what I give you,” he mutters out with a low tone, like you were annoying him. He removes his fingers from your mouth and stares at the way your saliva coats them. “Hm, I might need a taste too.”
He leans his head down towards your heat, disregarding your cries. The moment his tongue makes contact with your clit everything shifts, he starts lapping it up like you might disappear. “So sweet, fuck” he groans against your pussy.
Your hand flies down to his hair, pulling on it as he eats you out like you were his last meal. He sucks on your clit like it’s candy, before moving lower to your cunt. He uses his thumb to keeping rubbing against your bundle of nerves as his tongue pushes into your hole.
Your back arches at the warm muscle, your begs become louder and louder. “P-please, Nagi—s’good”
You’re so close again, your pretty cunt hugging Nagi’s tongue, but as soon as you’re about to come undone, he removes his hold on you. Lifting his head up, just staring at the fuck out look on your face.
There are tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you make eye contact, a pathetic whimper coming out of your mouth, “w-why”
“I told you to take it, you know you’re loud for someone who said they don’t make these noises.”
You’ve been so engaged in the pleasure Nagi was pulling from you that you didn’t even notice the fact you were moaning like a porn star. He hasn’t even kissed you and somehow this is the best you’ve ever had.
As if he read your mind, he leans his face closer to yours and catches your lips in a feverish kiss. You can taste yourself on him, making you let out a moan. Nagi uses that as his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring the wet cavern. At the same time, his hands find their way to your tits, squeezing them and circling your nipples. You both pull away for air and he begins to undress himself. The sight of him shirtless has your jaw dropped, he was sculpted like a greek god.
He moves to take off his sweatpants and your eyes nearly bust out of your sockets. You knew Nagi was packing, but not this much. Even with his boxers still on you could tell it was huge.
“That’s not gonna fit!” you cry out and he just sighs. “It’ll fit, stop freaking out. You’re just gonna make yourself tighter.”
When pulls down his boxers his thick girth slaps against his abdomen. The tip was angry and flushed, already leaking precum.
He lines himself up with your cunt and slowly pushes his length in. “s’too much—ah” your whines only become louder. He raises his hand up to cover your mouth, “too loud—can’t focus”
The irony of the situation would’ve made you embarrassed if you were able to think about anything besides Nagi’s cock. This all started because you said you would never sound like this, and here you were, sounding worse than that actress.
Your tight cunt was sucking Nagi’s cock so good, making him have to hold back in order to not cum at the feeling. When he finally fits all of it in he takes a moment to let you collect yourself. The look on your face has his cock pulsing.
Nagi moves his hand from your face and use his lips to muffle your moans. Forcing you into a deeper kiss. When he pulls away you start begging for him to move, needing to feel it.
The overstimulation from your last denied orgasms made you extra sensitive, and now having his thick cock split you open you couldn’t even breathe.
Nagi listens to your request and starts moving in and out, going faster and faster until he was pounding into you like it was nothing.
“NGH—N-NAGI PLEASE”
“p-please what, baby?”
Your moans only became more desperate as his thumb once again found its way to your clit. And with the way he was thrusting into you, it wouldn’t be long until you reached your climax.
your words mumble together “w-wanna cum, been s’good for you”
“not yet, hold on f’me” Nagi only fastens his pace, somehow going even faster, hitting right into your g-spot.
“S-SEI!” you scream before you can’t hold yourself together anymore, shaking at the wave of pleasure coming over you.
“let go, sweet girl”
With his permission, you let go, finally reaching your orgasm. You feel yourself gush everywhere, something you’ve never felt before.
Nagi watches, awe struck at the way you squirt all over his cock and bare thighs. He keeps fucking you through your climax, meeting his own too and releasing his load into you with a groan.
You whine as his warm seed fills you, legs still trembling.
Nagi smiles slightly, still buried deep in you “Ha, I won”
You can’t even look at him, panting as you try to retaliate but the words won’t come out.
Your best friend just made you squirt for the first time, and definitely not the last.
(this is so ooc, but i hope I did the request justice!)
hugo cant stop staring at ur chest content | nsfw, afab!reader, bsf!hugo, jerking off, kinda cringy
hugo swears he’s a gentleman. well, simply, he’s never elicited any grandiose perversion. and also, he gave up swearing it because god. your tits drove him mad.
whenever he sees you in those tight, spaghetti-strap tank tops that pull taut around your chest. it was honestly funny how fast his dick would come to life in his pants. you’ll talk to him, so innocently, meanwhile he’s cataloging the colour of your bra based off the visible straps.
“—and then she said to me that he stood her up,” you finished saying whatever you were saying. it wasn’t like hugo was paying attention.
he was only thinking about the fact that he needed to jerk off. cause god, his dick was so hard it was hurting him.
so of course, when he got home, he’d do exactly that. his hand wrapping around his impatiently throbbing dick, head lolled back as soft whimpers escaped his mouth. he wished it was your hand. or the space between your tits. or your mouth.
merde . . .
his tip twitched, his core flexed abruptly, and he slightly hunched over as he came all over himself. because of you. and it shouldn’t be. god, the things he imagined whenever he jerked off to you — you’d undoubtedly hate him . . . probably. he briefly looked down at the mess he made on himself. his bottom lip jutted out slightly.
he should be cumming all over your tits instead.
the most stiffening thing is when he is over at your house. and you’re not even wearing a bra. he internally blushes. internally malfunctions. whether loose-fitting or tight-fitting, hugo knows whenever you’re not wearing a bra.
you guys would be on your couch, and hugo would be hugging a pillow on his lap that hid his pulsing erection. you’d be gesturing animatedly as you told some story, oblivious to hugo’s babbling heart (and tip). and with all the movements you were making, hugo’s pupils followed the slight jiggle of your chest. his lips made a tiny ‘o’ shape and his eyes went entirely vacant at the sight.
his thoughts blanked to a simple, repetitive boing, boing . . .
god. he needed to get himself together. think logically like he always does and not think with his dick. seriously, what the hell was wrong with him? you’re his friend.
but . . . boing, boing.
— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
a//n i dont have tits but hugo seems like a tits guy and thats hot
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