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warnings! annoying ex boyfriend! gojo, switchy, thigh riding, denial
satoru shouldnât be here, really.
he should be at home with his new little girlfriendâthe one he swears sucks his cock better, fucks him sweeter. but somehow, he ended up right back here, frustrated and wet beneath you, squirming as you slowly work your fist up his aching length. your thumb moves to slide across the creaming head of his cock, and his breath catches in his throat.
âyou kinda suck.â you deride, a twisted sense of amusement seeping from your soft, condescending tone. satoru lifts his head, woozily following yours as it dips to the side. your gaze flickers up, catching those familiar eyes, something a little too close to love glaring back at you.
still, you bite. âdoes your girlfriend know that youâre here?â
âsheâs not my girlfriend.â he answers quickly.
âdoes she know that?â
âdoes it matter?â heâs impatient, whining through his gritted teeth as his hips buck in pursuit of friction. âyouâre beinâ mean, sweets.â
âdonât.â
itâs a warning as you tighten your fist, squeezing the tip of his cock admonishingly. pearlescent bubbles of precum gush from his slick, rounded head. arousal spills down your hand as you begin to languidly stroke him to the base, fingers curling down to caress the fat of his balls just how you used to.
âyou donât get to call me that.â you finally mumble.
âreally?â he whispers, delightfully amused. âyou donât like that anymore?â heâs angling his hips toward your fist to shamelessly chase your touch. his long, slender frame slumps further against your headboard, a sleazy little grin curling his lips. âfffuck, not even when youâre jerking my cock like that, huh?â
your body remembers him, he knows it does. the way you handle his cock is instinctive, familiar, like muscle memory. the way he rocks his hips into your fistâhow he curls into your touch as you ruin him for anyone else, itâs all so natural. this is how it used to be: just the two of you, up late, desperate for each other, pushing to see who would break and cum first.
a moan swells in your chest at the memory, the throb between your legs an incessant drum. you want so badly to press your cunt against the soft meat of his thigh that you straddle. to rock your hips and relieve the gnawing ache thatâs now creeping up your shuddering spine, forcing that restrained moan past your lips.
you breathe unsteadily. âwhy are you here, satoru?â
âfor the same reason you let me in.â
heâs closer now, close enough to kiss you. those pretty lips a hairâs breadth away as he attempts to decipher your torn expression. he can see your reservations, the subtle glint of indignation that darkens your irises, the furrow of your brow. but the way youâre arching into himâsubconsciously leaning against his chest as you take care of that cock the only way you know howâhe knows you missed him.
thereâs a sort of desperation in the way he reaches out for you. his big, hungry hands extending to steal handfuls of the soft skin heâs missed so dearly. slipping them underneath your shirt to take your breasts into his palms, long fingers gliding over your hardening nipples.
he expels the breath heâs been withholding. âhow iâve missed you, pretty.â
with both hands, heâs pushing the fat of your tits together, drawing you closer. lips trailing over your chest, warm, sloppy kisses left in his wake. the heat of his breath seeps through your shirt as he inhales your very being. âhow iâve missed my girls.â he whispers.
âyouâre handsy.â you breathe, picking his hands off of your body.
you almost lose yourself gathering enough resolve to shove him away, narrowing your eyes at him like that of a troubled dog. teasingly, you remove your hand, observing the way his cock stands on its ownâstiff, heavy. rivulets of hot, syrupy arousal drip onto his abdomen, premature cum slipping between the ridges of muscle that heave with each ragged inhale.
âhuh?â he pants, voice pitching in a whimper. âyou wonât let me touch you either?â growing frustration furrows his snowy brows.
you shake your head slowly, eyeing him with a hunger that he finds oddly comforting, almost like heâs finally at home. he watches as you chew on your bottom lip, an electrifying heat coursing through your entire being. heâs missed you like this, and he knows you do too. he can see it in your hesitation, in your reluctance. in the way your body tells a different story.
but he knows itâs unlike you to give in so easily.
âplease,â he all but whines. scattered wisps of ivory fall before his blinking eyes, something of a pout sagging his bottom lip. his hips rut toward you, searching for any semblance of friction. âwhy are you being like this?â
âhow long has it been? twoâthree weeks?â
all he offers is an indifferent shrug, casting his gaze to avoid your dagger of a stare. you lean in closer, noses brushing as you tilt your head to better read his gaping expression.
âoh,â you frown. âshe doesnât touch you like this, does she?â
your concern is disingenuous, tone bitter, yet somehow, satoru only seems to grow harder, wetter. if itâs not the cut of your voice, itâs the fact that you know how much power you have over him. he shakes his head blankly, praying youâll grant him mercy.
the soft hairs at the base of his neck stiffen, a gasp tearing from his open mouth as you slowly skim your finger along the curve of his twitching shaft.
âwill you please just touch me, okay? please?â he expels a throttled breath, glossed eyes fluttering shut as he loses a little more composure, a little more sanity. âis that it, huh? is that what you want? me to beg you?â
you opt for silence as the soft pad of your index finger circles over his glistening cock head, collecting the accumulated arousal. your touch is fleeting, but something inside of him breaksâyou can see it in the way his bare back lifts from the disheveled sheets, his big thighs spreading a bit wider, hips pushing.
his breath breaks like he could cry, âwhat? what do you want me to do, baby?â
âam i not touching you?â you act coy as you tilt your head. âgreedy.â
you reach a bit lower, skimming along the vein that pumps thick and heavy near the underside of his cock. heâs hot to the touch, warm and wet against the pads of your fingers. satoru purses his lips, letting off a long breath of a whimper, nostrils flaring as his stomach caves in never ending arousal.
âgod, it h-hurts,â he whines, swallowing thickly as his hips quiver. a glimmering sheen of sweat breaks across his forehead. briefly, he peers down to where you barely touch him, groaning before roving his eyes back up to yours. desperate, he presses his luck, âcan you⌠can you spit on it?â
âi could,â you shrug noncommittally, reaching a determined hand toward his subconsciously parting lips. âbut youâve got a mouth of your own, donât you?â
a loud, pitifully desperate groan is drawing his head back to rest against the wooden headboard, letting you invade his willing mouth. youâd almost laugh at the way he hungrily mouths your fingers, sucking so sloppily that saliva begins to cascade down your wrist if not for the way your wet, messy hole tightens at the sight.
god, how youâve missed thisâpower. satoru always made you feel so powerful, and your entire body aches at the fond reminiscences of being in charge of a man with such stature. youâre hardly thinking as something irrepressible overcomes you. you settle yourself against his thigh, firmly pressing your cunt to his bulging quadricep, gasping when your clit catches against his skin.
âwhy donât you use your mouth for something other than talking for once?â you hum, sinking your fingers a little deeper, pressing firmer against his salivating tongue. a pretty moan leaves your lips as you ghost a kiss, whispering, âspit on your cock yourself.â
itâs condescending in every sense, but the way his body viscerally reacts is like kindle to a rampant flame. your voice sweeps down his spine like a brook of cool water, flooding every fiber of his being as he heaves a breath and puckers his lips to drool onto the head of his cock. saliva runs down his fist as he begins to sloppily stroke himself, gaze fixated on the mesmeric whirl of your hips.
âyes,â he pants breathily, lips so close that you can feel the warmth of his bitten whimpers. he tenses the muscles in his thigh for you, squeezing tighter around the base of his cock before babbling on, âgod, use me⌠use my body to gâget yourself off. ride my thigh until you cum ân iâll leave, i swear.â
you laugh out a sweet, breathless moan, reading right through him. âno you wonât.â
âno,â satoru shakes his head while letting off a breath. âi wonât.â he smiles.
and thereâs a part of you that really hopes he doesnât. itâs the same part that has you eagerly fisting your panties aside. the part thatâs humping a little bit harder against his bodyâthatâs parting your lips in a pretty wail of rapture as you succumb to the pressure that pools inside of youâdeep and devastating.
âyeeeaahâahâuse me however you wantâoh my god,â heâs gasping, words tumbling from his mouth, an endless stream of consciousness as his mind blanks. ârub that pussy on my thigh however youâhahâhowever you fucking want, baby, please.â
heâs bouncing his leg in time with the depraved jerk of his cock, desperately flitting his gaze between the stretch of your lips around his flexed muscles, and the gape of your mouth as you give into all of that devastating pleasure youâve been denying yourself.
âgaahhâyou are so fucking pretty,â satoru gushes, completely drunk off familiar emotions. hearts flutter in his eyes as he rattles off. âi really, really missed my pretty girl.â
shut up, is what you want to say, but your jaw drops instead. words forgotten in a daze of what used to be, and suddenly everything feels so normal. itâs hotâhis wolfish panting against your lips, wet tongue peeking out just a little to greedily taste your breaths until heâs so close that heâs kissing you properly, and you donât move to push him away.
canât.
youâre far beyond saving, like goneâusing every morsel of your strength to fuck yourself against your favorite toy, arching into his body to feel more, fitting like the missing piece to a jigsaw. and he can feel how wet youâre getting, just making a fucking mess of him. dripping all over his thigh while he strokes himself stupid, inches from your cunt.
god, and those lips. still as sloppy as ever, wet mouth moving over yours in a way that renders you silly. you can hardly breathe, dizzied by his determined mouth, by his undying need to prove himself worthy of your mercy.
itâd take nothing for him to slip inside of you, to slyly pull your leg over his waist and stretch you out just how he used to. youâre so high that you probably wouldnât notice if he stuffed you full just like this. possessing half the brain to even detect the hand thatâs moving to haphazardly guide your frenzied hips, pulling you closer, grinding a little deeper, accidentally pressing the head of his cock to your stomach.
did you really think you could deny him the pleasure of touching you? you wouldâve been better off tying his limbs to the bedposts because his hands are insistent. theyâre greedy and blatantly needy, one splaying across your hip, the other rubbing his wet cock against your warm, perspiring skin.
his balls ache when you moan his name, poor cock throbbing so wickedly that a delirious moan of his own is forced past his gaping lips. pant after desperate pant falls from your mouths, your breaths synchronous, the grind of your bodies obscene. satoru thinks he might die when your hips begin to tremble, your whimpers unbroken, an omen of your impending orgasm.
âfuck, are youâgod, are you gonna cum?â itâs breathless, his crackling voice warbling in his throat.
you nod dumbly, something caught between a delirious moan and a hiccup of pleasure spilling past your lips as you rock your hips sloppier, cunt tightening around nothing. his vacant hand squeezes your hip like heâll lose you all over again if he lets go. talking in your ear so sweetly that youâre messily cumming all over his leg, body locking up as you arch your back, pressing up against the heat of his cock.
âholy fuck, thatâs itâfuck it all out, pretty,â he groans between his panting, rutting up against you, cock dripping between your bodies. âgod, iâm yours. use me and cum all over me whenever you want.â
slick smears of his arousal drench your skin, sticky beads of sweat mingling. his fist tightens around the base of his cock.
âcan i⌠can i cum too, please?â heâs whining. âmâ so closeâplease can i cum for you?â
âyes, baby,â as you nod to him, his big hand cups the back of your head, pressing his forehead to yours and whining because itâs not him inside of you.Â
âfuckâfuck, thank you,â satoru fists his cock once, twiceâbarelyâand thatâs all it takes. âtâthank youâhah,â body tensing, breaths trapped in his chest as his jaw falls, groaning out your name so prettily that it almost hurts to hear him say it. his hips stutter, thick, hot ropes of cum drenching the tight space between your heated bodies.
he drips from your chest to your stomach, your thighs, the outside of your pussy. beads of sweat stick your bodies together, and despite the heat, he doesnât pull away. instead, heâs leaning in, pressing his forehead to your chest like a man prayingâlike cumming wasnât enough. like this was just an offering, and there's still more to he's willing to giveâlengths heâs willing to go.
âi miss you,â he breathes, gaze lidded and dazed. âthatâs why iâm here.â
⌠nanami kento stumbles upon you outside of the office for very the first time and he can't believe it, nor can he ignore the opportunity at hand.
content warnings pining, nanami is lowkey possesive with a filty mouth
based on this ask.
âhey, you.â
the familiar rumble of a voice is pulling your dull gaze away from the glass that you lazily nurse in your hand. ah, nanami kento from accounting. the blonde cracks a beautifully unfeigned grin, looking as handsome as ever.
âdidnât think this was your kind of scene.â
you feign a little smile, exhaling a breath somewhere between fleeting relief and utter embarrassment. nobody was meant to find you hereâother than your date who strung you high, desperate and abandoned. itâs one thing to be to be ditched, but another to be ditched in a bar you wouldnât otherwise be caught dead in, but alas.
âhey, yourself,â you murmur as you take an indulgent swig of your long island. âwasnât really my idea.â
nanami is aware that this shouldnât concern him, really, but he canât fight the terrible sense that it must be him who makes it up to you. he hums, nodding once. while rocking back onto the heels of his feet, he stuffs his balled fists into the pockets of his tan slacks. the clock nearly strikes midnight and the man is still clad in his cerulean button down shirt; his speckled, yellow tie hangs uncharacteristically loose from his neck.
âi see,â he motions toward the empty chair beside you. âmay i?â
you push the wooden stool toward him with an idle foot and he takes a quiet seat beside you, ordering a drink of his own. friendly words are exchanged between the blonde and the bartender. he must be a regular you think, watching curiously as he laughs with the handsome, raven-haired barman.
keenly, you leer around the bustling bar. a jukebox thrums and tipsy souls dance and sway. the dimly lit atmosphere is uncomfortably muggy and smells of alcohol and date night perfume. itâs overwhelming in a sense, and ironically, it doesnât truly seem like his scene either, so why is he here?
âis this like⌠your spot?â
he shrugs noncommittally, a soft smile crinkling his eyes.
âsometimes i find myself here,â peering around as well, he takes a liberal sip of the amber liquor that sloshes in his old fashioned glass. âa good friend of mine works here. he made our drinks,â he nods to the handsome barman he had been chatting with earlier. âotherwise, i donât think i would be here.â
âoh, of course,â your face grows considerably warm and you laugh softly but you donât know why. he didnât say anything that was particularly witty or humorous. are you flirting? nervous? âyeah, me either.â you finally mumble, consciously casting your gaze away to take another sip from your condensing glass.
some sick part of nanami is almost grateful that it was him who found you instead. he thinks you look beautiful, all dolled up for some loser. really, itâs a shame, but stumbling upon you tonight is nothing short of a blessing. there is static in the office that neither of you can dissent from, its gravitational pull indisputable.
you feel the heat of his lingering gaze during quarterly meetings. the trail of his dilated eyes watching as you saunter around like an angel in flesh. too often have you met his stare over the screens of your desktop computers; perilous, amber eyes peering over the golden rims of his glasses. those same eyes are reading through you right now and they can see your dismay.
it has to be him. nanami has to make this rightâmake you his.
âitâs a shame. you look beautiful tonight.â he admits, watching as you blush and turn away.
âgod, donât do that.â you groan, dropping your head into your open palms as you ward off the embarrassment that brews all over again.
the blonde laughsârich and a bit puzzled.
âi mean it, heâs a loser.â
you shrug, not disagreeing.
a silent beat passes and then another.
âcome home with me,â he then blurts, those golden eyes so soft and hankering. âplease?â
all you can think is yes. your brain and heart scream in unison, pleading for you to nod your head and spend the night with your colleagueâsomething that flaunts the reputation of being so foolish, yet somehow, all that you can ponder is the idea of leaving this stupid fucking bar with a man who actually gives a damn.
a sweet smile graces your lips and his heart throbs.
you nod. âokay.â
not even an hour later, youâre sluttily bouncing up and down the entirety of his cock on the expensively plush rug of his luxurious living room, failed date long forgotten. big, greedy hands encage your waist, guiding your crazed movements. his warm thumbs caress the even warmer skin of your stomach, committing your softness to memory.
âhicâheâs a f-fucking loser,â nanami hiccups, indulgently rolling his hips to meet yours in deep, deliberate thrusts. âyeaaah, heâs a fucking loser, huh?â he expels an unstable breath, nostrils flaring. âdoesnât matter, youâre all mine⌠mine, mine, mine.â the timber of his voice pitches progressively lower, trailing into something of a growl. âsay it.â
âiâm yours.â you gasp, collapsing onto his chest from the force of his bucking hips.
he draws you closer, soft lips ghosting. âwhatâs mine?â
âmy pussy, fuck.â
âwhat else?â
âmy mouth, m-my tits, my bodyâeverything!â
nanami groans, dragging you unbearably closer, slotting his lips against yours in a deep, filthy kiss. heâs gone, completely unabashed as he sloppily sucks on your tongue, glittery webs of saliva tethering you as one beautiful mess. he whimpers into the honeyed depths of your mouth as that pretty pussy swallows his cock the way it was always meant to.
your head spins when heâs drunkenly flipping you over, pressing you into the carpet with nothing but unfiltered lust. longing. firm, assertive hands are splaying beneath the underside of your quivering thighs, brazenly prying you apart as if youâre the last meal heâll ever have. god, and the warm, pleasureful stretch that follows threatens to split you in two; it has you reeling.
âhe wouldnât fuck you like this,â he rasps, honed hips drawing back slowly, methodically. âdonât even know the fucking guy ân i could tell you he wouldnât hahâ fuck you like this, would he?â
you shake your head pathetically and nanami coos, whispering all of the horrible things heâs been waiting to do to you. he reaches an eager hand between your searing bodies, feverish fingers latching against your swollen clit and rubbing. you let off the prettiest cry, back arching into his touch like a whore.
âfuhâ fuck me h-harder,â youâre so fucking pretty, brows furrowed as you pout for him, begging. nonsense tumbles from your pretty, parted lips and it makes his cock throb. âplease⌠please. you feel soooo fucking good.â
obliging, nanami adds a little more of his body mass, fucking you with intention. the thick, pumping veins adorning the hooked length of his shaft twitch against the walls of your cunt and fuck, he feels it. he can feel the way you tighten up around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper and deeper. can feel how your clit pulses beneath the pad of his thumb, wordlessly begging for more. can even feel the way youâre about to make so much of a mess that it drips all the way down to the fat of his swollen balls.
âsuuuch a p-pretty girl, fuck,â he babbles, messy brows knitting in his ever growing pleasure. woozily, his head is slumping to one side, something irrepressible overcoming him. âknew this perfect cunt would take allll that fucking cock⌠every fucking inch, huh?â
all you can manage is a slack jaw, a breath of incredulity leaving your lungs as you squeeze down the length of his cock. arousal pools in the lower half of your belly, creeping up the depraved arch of your spine in something heinous. nothing that leaves you makes sense anymore, only inaudible cries of how close you are and how good his cock is making you feel.
âi wanna cummm,â itâs whimpered between little your gasps of air as you tighten around him once more, swallowing all of his languid thrusts like your life depends on it. âplease make me cum⌠wanna cum on your câcock, goddd.â
a high-pitched wince falls from his mouth as he fucks you deeper, warm thumb dragging over your clit so tenderly that it makes you buck. you will be the death of him, heâs sure of itâif itâs not the way youâre crying out his name like heâs the only prayer you know, itâs the way youâre creaming down the entire length of his fat, glistening cock like you own it.
âyeeeah, cum on it⌠m-make a mess all over itâall over my cock,â deliriously, his lips are finding yours again, consuming the beautiful cries that tear from your sore throat. âsoooprettysofuckingprettyfuuuck.â
like a gentleman, heâs fucking you throughout your entire orgasm, nursing you through it all before reluctantly sliding out with a groan. your hand finds fist as he desperately pumps his aching shaft. the sensation of your much smaller fingers attempting to match his pace is what has him emptying the contents of his sticky balls all over your cunt, your beautiful name on the tip of his tongue.
warm, syrupy ribbons of cum dribble between your swollen lips, your pulsing hole greedily sucking in his arousal as it creeps lower and lower. nanami watches drunkenly as you heave, plush thighs trembling in your overstimulation. he huffs an audible breath, wordlessly admiring you in this new, salacious light.
âyou really do look beautiful tonight,â nanami smiles, fingers brushing your chin. âi mean that.â
â° crashing out over boss!nanami frustratedly pulling you into his office to punish you have a word with you about your inappropriately short, pinstriped skirt for the third time this week.
cw ass + pussy spanking
âsir, may i ask what this is about?â you grouse, freeing your arm from his tightening grasp as he closes the door behind you. âyou couldâve called my desk.â
in a few long strides, heâs settling into his swiveling, leather chair, an enervated sigh dragging from his lips. one of his polished loafers rap against the sleek floor, something of a scowl pulling at his hardened face. the room dissipates into an eerie silence, nothing but the monotonous hum of the air conditioner resounding off the frigid, glass windows.
âhands by your side.â is all he murmurs, stoic and mean.
you huff an incredulous breath. âwhat?â
âi said hands by your side. please.â
scoffing, you roll your eyes, muttering your discontent below your breath as you drop your hands to your side. just as he thought, the entirety of your palm extends past the pleated hem of your skimpy little skirt, deeming your attire an inappropriate violation of dress code.ďżź
wordlessly, his narrow eyes rake over your body, cock swelling at the sheer amount of exposed skin. he lets off a humorlessly breathy laugh. in his eyes you might as well be nude, sauntering around the office in a blouse that gives way to the shape of your breasts and a skirt that does little to hide the color of your pretty laced panties.
after some thought, he eventually grumbles. âdo you⌠like pissing me off? does that get you off?â
coyly, you shrug, fingers reaching for the hem of your skirt in a vain attempt to make it appear longer. absentmindedly, the tips of your sleek, pointed heels dig into the tiled floor, your gaze falling away to avoid his. itâs rude, you know it is, but how are you supposed to maintain the eye contact that he so often demands when he looks at you like⌠that.
âlook at me.â
and you do, peering up almost instinctively from the tiled floor to observe the way he tilts his head in thought, swallowing you whole with those low, authoritative eyes, his gaze perilous. a ponderous finger smooths over the stubble adorning his cheek, conjuring up the ultimate punishment for such a salacious crime.
âcome here.â
now, youâre bent over his warm, burly lap, that pinstriped skirt hiked above your reddened ass while a big hand smooths over your prickling skin. thwack! you squeal, body shuddering from the force of the impact, an electrifying heat swirling deep in your core. thwack! this time youâre biting down on the inside of your cheek, swallowing the moan that threatens to pry your lips apart.
âhow long must your skirt be to be considered appropriate?â the timbre of his cold, demeaning tone makes your stomach sink.
you swallow thickly, cunt aching. âf-fingertip length.â
thwack!
âagain.â
âfingertip! fingertip length, fuck.â
nanami hums in what can only be described as satisfaction as you writhe against his lap, hips pushing into the air while he disciplines you the best way he sees fit. a hand is smoothing over your sore, achy skin, nimble fingers curiously skimming the soddened fabric of your panties.
a pretty little sound is leaving your gaped mouth when he mindlessly pushes them aside, baring your warm, sloppy cunt. he laughs in his disbelief, taken aback by the several, sweet gossamers of arousal that stretch between your lips and the cotton of your panties. so much for learning your lesson.
another hand his forcing your skirt further up the fat of your ass, the striped fabric bunching around your waist. the soft pads of his fingers are brazenly spreading you apart, putting that poor, sopping pussy on display and for him. nanami watches as your desperate hole tightens around nothing, wordlessly begging to be touched, fucked.
âridiculous.â he mutters, yet his fingers are circling over your swollen clit once. twice. âyouâre getting off on this, huh? oughtaâ spank her too.â leaning down to whisper into your ear, nanami smiles something wicked. âlook at you humping yourself on my hand like that⌠you want me spank that pretty pussy, donât you?â
youâre nodding, pleading, begging as you nastily arch into his touch, shamelessly rutting your aching cunt against the hand that paws at you. god, you are just so fucking pretty and utterly desperate. bent over like such a whore, whining for him to punish you or fuck you or finger you. it doesnât fucking matter.
a loud gasp is parting your lips when the tips of his fingers land against your pretty cunt with a lewd plap! your arousal clinging to the pads of his digits, splattering almost obscenely and staining his freshly pressed slacks. plap! plap! plap! your entire body is shuddering from the electrifying impact, a shameless moan spilling past your lips.
âgod, youâre ridiculous.â nanami laughs, his breathy chuckle sinister in bass as he pulls your wet panties back into place before smoothing your skirt down. âyou have an hour to go home and change your clothes. weâre done here.â
in the blink of an eye, heâs forcing you off of his lap and sending you on your merry way, but not without his handprints adorning the fat of your ass and the fleeting memory of his fingers teasing and spanking your cunt and youâre the ridiculous one?
âŽâË Chat please hear me out⌠what about Suguru Getou talking to you nice while greedily sucking on your toes, fucking you with all of his weight *gulps nervously*
Heâd ask you to hold your knees to your chest in a sweet, drunken babble, your feet dangling on either side of his face, pretty toes deeply furled. With a half-lidded gaze, Suguru watches as your cunt swallows his cock to the base over and over and over. That deep, sloppy hole sucking him in entirely, drooling allll the way down to the swollen fat of his balls.
âYesss, fuck you are so pretty⌠that cunt is sooo fuckinâ pretty, so perfect and wet and pretty for my cock.â Mindlessly, he pushes your legs up further, burly fingers digging into the plush underside of your thighs. His head is falling to the side deliriously, sable brows furrowing as a deep, guttural groan spills past his lips. âI need moreee, baby.â
As you pull your knees closer to your chest, determined to give him more, one of your dangling feet brushes against his cheek, enticing him. Suguru groans, not a second thought passing as he grabs ahold of your swaying foot, his large hand wrapping around your ankle. Kiss after openmouthed kiss is left in his wake, peppering your foot in a warm, sloppy mess.
Suguruâs breath is hot against the heel of your foot. Every short, erratic huff of air that escapes his parted lips creeps between your separating toes. He posses half the brain to stop the way his tongue is whorishly lolling out of his mouth, wrapping so desperately around your big toe, his thrusts evermore steady, bruising. A pretty, incredulous gasp drags from your gaped mouth and his cock swells.
âI c⌠canât help it, okay?â He slurs between slow, languid thrusts, his warm saliva spilling between your pretty toes before messily dribbling down your ankles. âI swear to god I canât help myself. Youâre suuuch a pretty girl⌠I just want all of you â all of this body.â Two more of your digits are slipping into his mouth and he moans. âI donât care, I need it⌠I need all of you.â
âSug!â You whine, hips bucking in desperate attempts to meet his thrusts halfway. âFuuuck, youâre so n-nasty.â
âI am.â Itâs merely a breath against your skin as he ruts his cock into you. âYou love it.â
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nanami kento shutting you the fuck up with just a few of his long, possessive fingers inside of your whining mouth. theyâre easily hooked within the soft inner corner of your cheek, slick rivulets of drool spilling down his veined hand.
âthatâs all you fucking need, huh?â another hand smooths down the depraved arch of your spine, pressing you deeper. âa couple fingers to quiet that pretty little mouth?â
a delirious sound suspended somewhere between shock and unwitting pleasure escapes your occupied maw at his brashness. you love when he gets like this and god, does he know it. he can feel it in desperate rut of your hips, the way youâre pushing back on his cock, chasing it.
he can hear it in the catch of your breath as your pant around his digitsâlow, gurgled moans of rapture spilling past your parted lips as you succumb the feeling of everything him.
âyou love it, donât you?â he hums, pulling your limp frame upright to hold you to him, pressing himself against your body, his hips dizzying. âyeah? when i stuff every one of these messy holes for you?â
the throb of his cock is almost painful when you nod to him, choking on your own tongue, pretty eyes watering and threatening to cross like a whore. oh, he loves that. maybe even more than you do; a deep moan is lost within the crook of your neck, flaxen wisps of stray hair tickling your skin.
with his chest pressed to your backside, beaded like adhesive with sweat, he slips his fingers a little deeper. he anchors his hand there, the pads of his digits brushing the base of your tongue as he draws your head back, back, back, forcing it against his left shoulder.
you canât help but to tighten around him, aroused beyond comprehension at the way your husband has claimed your body. a dopey little smile graces your face, and nanami thinks he just might cum when your eyes flitter shut, sweet, saccharine moans tumbling out of you.
âgaaahâi wish you could see yourself,â itâs strained, his lips so close that you canât miss the inflection of arousal that seeps through his tone.
his eyes flit from gape of your mouth to your glistening irises. âmy pretty girl, huh?â
you nod your dazed head as best as you can beneath his grasp.
Ëâ⎠oh no! choso, your sweetheart of a roommate, accidentally found your dildo, but he swears that he could fuck you better. do you believe him?
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âis this how you do it?â itâs softâa mere whisper. the slight crook of his bashful smile wrenches your stomach in something devastating. an awfully eager, yet clumsy hand pushes your thigh firmer against silken sheets, your dildo sinking deeper. âor do you⌠do you go a little deeper?â
youâre slow to nod, glossed lips parting in silence as your brows thread into one. choso can feel the snug resistance of your fluttering cunt as he feeds it to youâinch after ruinous inch disappearing into that pretty little hole, the sound horrifically intoxicating, the sight furthermore.
reaching for the hand between your legs, you beg breathlessly.
âdeeper, choso.â
âdeeper?â
kneeled at the end of your disheveled bed, a glint of reservation glazes his roving eyes, but you urge him on, canting your hips toward his hand.
carefully obliging, he gives you all thatâs left, stuffing you full with an incredulous pant against your heated skin. saliva pools on his rapturous tongue, the gape of his mouth giving way to the warm fan of his breath as he inches closer.
âitâs so⌠pretty,â he mumbles, wanting nothing more than to contribute to the mess that gleams between your swollen lips. âoh god, can i⌠can i spit on it? iâi really wannaâŚâ heâs drunkenly trailing off with a loll of his tongue to slowly drool onto your aching clit. âhaaahâi just wanna taste you.â
choso groans something feral, greedy lips closing around the swelled mound of nerves to suck feverishly. not a single fraction of him wants to stop the pitiful whines that escape his mouth, or the mindless rut of his wobbly hips, body pressing against the soft edge of the mattress in pursuit of friction.
he thinks he just might cum all over himself when you gasp his name, your back arching in such a way that heâs sure he would die if not for the way heâs drawing your closer for dear life. trembling hand working overtime to stretch that dripping pussy out with that measly piece of silicone, imagining itâs his cock instead.
he would fuck you better.
âoh, is that right?â you exhale in breathless laughter, slightly taken aback by his sudden edge.
of course he didnât mean to say it aloud; you can see it in the way his eyes widen in utter mortification, the way he ceases his ministrations between your legs, but the catâs out the bag and chosoâs not backing down.
âyes,â he finally goes on to murmur. âi would. i could.â
âyou sound sure of yourself.â
timidly, he shrugs, carefully shifting to begin fucking you full once again. his thrusts are heavier than before, a newfound sense of sureness guiding his hand as he leans in close, kissing your pretty clit once. twice.
a sloppy tendril of saliva weds his his bottom lip to your cunt and you whine.
âsure my cock could reach deeper,â heâs still soft in the way he speaks to you, still shy and a little unsure, but thereâs something else there. something gut-wrenchingly sinister that lurks beneath his words, almost like a promise and it renders you breathless.
with his lips pressed to your cunt, he mutters, âi promise you i could fuck you better.â
a broken sound of unmistakable pleasure drags from your gaped mouth at his conviction, and he drones into the heat of you, embodying your rapture. panting and slurping and swallowing up everything you give him like this has been the only thing on his hazy mind since the day you moved in.
âiâd make this pussy feel so good,â he licks up the crevice of your thigh before sucking one of your pretty lips into his mouth. âmake you cum on my cock so fucking sloppyâover and over and over again⌠god, iâve always wanted that.â
thereâs an indubitable hunger that haunts his gaze when his eyes shift to meet yours. stygian mauve clouds those dark, lovesick irises as he allows you to smear yourself all over his face and tongue, that poor cock leaking in his tightening briefs.
choso parts from you just barely, but only to choke out, âyou gonna let me show you, huh?â he thumbs apart your sticky lips, dildo still sinking deep, and heâs utterly enraptured by how youâre taking it all. âfuuuck, please? iâd fuck you so good, so fucking good, i swear! youâd never have to use this piece of shit toy again.â
heâs losing himself in it, in you. begging all loud and reckless, hardly able to keep his mouth away from you to say what he needs to. doesnât even grant you a breath to respond before heâs delving back in like a man starved.
the heat of his tongue is inebriatingâindulgently trailing over your clit, down the slope of your tautly stretched lips, and over the silicone of your big, stupid dildo. and he canât even find it within himself to care that heâs tasting you in the most obscene of ways.
âs-spread your legs,â he pants and god, when you doâwoozily hooking your arms beneath the crook of your knees without hesitationâchoso canât help but to squeeze his thighs together, trapping his achy his cock between muscle, his underwear sopping.
âfuuuhhâ fuck yes, just like that⌠let me see that pussy.â
your body stiffens in shock when a searing dollop of saliva plaps! straight against your clit, quickly being smeared by the pad of his thumb before heâs swilling it back up. heâs humming, audibly lapping up whatever seeps out of you. his greedy tongue nearly wraps around your dildo in his ravenous hunger, a hunger he swears heâs never felt in his life.
and it almost isnât enough, not even as heâs making an utter mess of you. a sinful amalgamation of saliva and arousal drip, drip, drips down his chin, between the valley your ass, and onto the sheets. god, if he could lick the mattress clean, he would.
he might.
every move he makes is clumsily intentional. wrist twisting in the slightest as he plunges in and out of your cunt, mouth slathering over the entirety of you to taste it all, the pad of his thumb pressing firmly against the twitch of your aching clit. his undying need to prove himself is at the expense of your sanity, and youâre losing it.
âwant you to cum so that i can fuck you,â he pants, breath hot against your quivering lips. âwanna show you how i fuck⌠how a real cock fucks.â
your nod is sweet and pitifully hasty, desperate hips following the warmth of his tongue and the stretch of your dildo.
incredulous, he wheezes. âyes?â
âyes, choso! fuck.â
now overtly determined, the warm pad of his finger shifts to circle over the palpable pulse of your swollen nerves. over and over and over again, he fucks you full of cock, admiring the way your body reacts to his touch, the way your chasing pleasureâchasing that orgasm.
âoh my god, please cum for me,â his voice breaks, too dazed by his incessant desire to please that heâs forgotten to breathe between words. âon my tongue, huh? cum on my tongue nâ iâll fuck you how you deserve, i swear to god.â
your chest caves as you fight to catch your breath, stomach tightening in a horrendous need to release when one of his hands are falling over your abdomen and pressing.
âcâ choso,â you gasp, choking on your own bated breaths.
âyeah? are you cumming?â his eyes widen, a lilt of excitement threading his words. âyou cumming so that that i can fuck you? mmmm, let me taste it⌠i wanna taste that, please.â
his cock twitches when you stifle a response, back arching as your head sinks deeper into the pillow, your eyes threatening to cross. youâre cumming so shamelessly and messily, and it may be the most erotic thing choso has ever seen.
he can see the rapture in your face, pleasure evident in the thread of your brows and the gape of your lips. incoherent words of praise tumble from your mouth, and choso finds himself spiraling as your voice goes straight to his cock. heâs moaning in response to the sound of you, climbing farther up the bed to chase your cunt. heâs even humping himself against the sheets in hopes of relieving the ache.
he thinks he might cum too when you blindly grab ahold of his hand to force the toy deeper, rutting your hips toward his face, taking exactly what you need from him and of course, he lets you. heâd let you do whatever you want to him.
he wouldnât care if you snuck into his room in the dead of night, crawled between his legs and fucked him stupid. definitely wouldnât care if you called him horrible things or talked shit to him. wouldnât even give a fuck if you slapped him or bit him or suffocated him between your thighs; he wants that, and now that he knows how nasty you like it, he can only imagine what else youâll be willing to do.
the desperate little whine that leaves you as he slips the dildo from your drooling hole is brief; the sight of him drunkenly wrapping his lips around the head to suck it clean is enough to make you cry out his name instead.
âyouâre so fucking nasty,â you gape, pressing your thighs together to dull the new ache that looms deep in your core. âlike overly.â
you canât help the gasp that parts your lips when his hands are pushing your thighs back apart, pressing himself between them. his long, pretty cock rests upon your stomach, the promise he made earlier looking more like a threat now than anything.
you swallow thickly.
a coy little smile twists his lips. âi promise i fuck nastier.â
i have this unrealistic fantasy in my head where if you calmly and logically explain something to someone perfectly they will understand your position and gain knowledge from the exchange. unfortunately in the real world this does not happen often
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getting head from toji would be really overwhelming if youâve never been eaten out before or nobodyâs ever done it properly⌠like he is fully sucking on it like a grown man would and itâs not for the faint of heart
Ëâ⎠oh no! choso, your sweetheart of a roommate, accidentally found your dildo, but he swears that he could fuck you better. do you believe him?
warnings fem reader, free use + somno mentions
âis this how you do it?â itâs softâa mere whisper. the slight crook of his bashful smile wrenches your stomach in something devastating. an awfully eager, yet clumsy hand pushes your thigh firmer against silken sheets, your dildo sinking deeper. âor do you⌠do you go a little deeper?â
youâre slow to nod, glossed lips parting in silence as your brows thread into one. choso can feel the snug resistance of your fluttering cunt as he feeds it to youâinch after ruinous inch disappearing into that pretty little hole, the sound horrifically intoxicating, the sight furthermore.
reaching for the hand between your legs, you beg breathlessly.
âdeeper, choso.â
âdeeper?â
kneeled at the end of your disheveled bed, a glint of reservation glazes his roving eyes, but you urge him on, canting your hips toward his hand.
carefully obliging, he gives you all thatâs left, stuffing you full with an incredulous pant against your heated skin. saliva pools on his rapturous tongue, the gape of his mouth giving way to the warm fan of his breath as he inches closer.
âitâs so⌠pretty,â he mumbles, wanting nothing more than to contribute to the mess that gleams between your swollen lips. âoh god, can i⌠can i spit on it? iâi really wannaâŚâ heâs drunkenly trailing off with a loll of his tongue to slowly drool onto your aching clit. âhaaahâi just wanna taste you.â
choso groans something feral, greedy lips closing around the swelled mound of nerves to suck feverishly. not a single fraction of him wants to stop the pitiful whines that escape his mouth, or the mindless rut of his wobbly hips, body pressing against the soft edge of the mattress in pursuit of friction.
he thinks he just might cum all over himself when you gasp his name, your back arching in such a way that heâs sure he would die if not for the way heâs drawing your closer for dear life. trembling hand working overtime to stretch that dripping pussy out with that measly piece of silicone, imagining itâs his cock instead.
he would fuck you better.
âoh, is that right?â you exhale in breathless laughter, slightly taken aback by his sudden edge.
of course he didnât mean to say it aloud; you can see it in the way his eyes widen in utter mortification, the way he ceases his ministrations between your legs, but the catâs out the bag and chosoâs not backing down.
âyes,â he finally goes on to murmur. âi would. i could.â
âyou sound sure of yourself.â
timidly, he shrugs, carefully shifting to begin fucking you full once again. his thrusts are heavier than before, a newfound sense of sureness guiding his hand as he leans in close, kissing your pretty clit once. twice.
a sloppy tendril of saliva weds his his bottom lip to your cunt and you whine.
âsure my cock could reach deeper,â heâs still soft in the way he speaks to you, still shy and a little unsure, but thereâs something else there. something gut-wrenchingly sinister that lurks beneath his words, almost like a promise and it renders you breathless.
with his lips pressed to your cunt, he mutters, âi promise you i could fuck you better.â
a broken sound of unmistakable pleasure drags from your gaped mouth at his conviction, and he drones into the heat of you, embodying your rapture. panting and slurping and swallowing up everything you give him like this has been the only thing on his hazy mind since the day you moved in.
âiâd make this pussy feel so good,â he licks up the crevice of your thigh before sucking one of your pretty lips into his mouth. âmake you cum on my cock so fucking sloppyâover and over and over again⌠god, iâve always wanted that.â
thereâs an indubitable hunger that haunts his gaze when his eyes shift to meet yours. stygian mauve clouds those dark, lovesick irises as he allows you to smear yourself all over his face and tongue, that poor cock leaking in his tightening briefs.
choso parts from you just barely, but only to choke out, âyou gonna let me show you, huh?â he thumbs apart your sticky lips, dildo still sinking deep, and heâs utterly enraptured by how youâre taking it all. âfuuuck, please? iâd fuck you so good, so fucking good, i swear! youâd never have to use this piece of shit toy again.â
heâs losing himself in it, in you. begging all loud and reckless, hardly able to keep his mouth away from you to say what he needs to. doesnât even grant you a breath to respond before heâs delving back in like a man starved.
the heat of his tongue is inebriatingâindulgently trailing over your clit, down the slope of your tautly stretched lips, and over the silicone of your big, stupid dildo. and he canât even find it within himself to care that heâs tasting you in the most obscene of ways.
âs-spread your legs,â he pants and god, when you doâwoozily hooking your arms beneath the crook of your knees without hesitationâchoso canât help but to squeeze his thighs together, trapping his achy his cock between muscle, his underwear sopping.
âfuuuhhâ fuck yes, just like that⌠let me see that pussy.â
your body stiffens in shock when a searing dollop of saliva plaps! straight against your clit, quickly being smeared by the pad of his thumb before heâs swilling it back up. heâs humming, audibly lapping up whatever seeps out of you. his greedy tongue nearly wraps around your dildo in his ravenous hunger, a hunger he swears heâs never felt in his life.
and it almost isnât enough, not even as heâs making an utter mess of you. a sinful amalgamation of saliva and arousal drip, drip, drips down his chin, between the valley your ass, and onto the sheets. god, if he could lick the mattress clean, he would.
he might.
every move he makes is clumsily intentional. wrist twisting in the slightest as he plunges in and out of your cunt, mouth slathering over the entirety of you to taste it all, the pad of his thumb pressing firmly against the twitch of your aching clit. his undying need to prove himself is at the expense of your sanity, and youâre losing it.
âwant you to cum so that i can fuck you,â he pants, breath hot against your quivering lips. âwanna show you how i fuck⌠how a real cock fucks.â
your nod is sweet and pitifully hasty, desperate hips following the warmth of his tongue and the stretch of your dildo.
incredulous, he wheezes. âyes?â
âyes, choso! fuck.â
now overtly determined, the warm pad of his finger shifts to circle over the palpable pulse of your swollen nerves. over and over and over again, he fucks you full of cock, admiring the way your body reacts to his touch, the way your chasing pleasureâchasing that orgasm.
âoh my god, please cum for me,â his voice breaks, too dazed by his incessant desire to please that heâs forgotten to breathe between words. âon my tongue, huh? cum on my tongue nâ iâll fuck you how you deserve, i swear to god.â
your chest caves as you fight to catch your breath, stomach tightening in a horrendous need to release when one of his hands are falling over your abdomen and pressing.
âcâ choso,â you gasp, choking on your own bated breaths.
âyeah? are you cumming?â his eyes widen, a lilt of excitement threading his words. âyou cumming so that that i can fuck you? mmmm, let me taste it⌠i wanna taste that, please.â
his cock twitches when you stifle a response, back arching as your head sinks deeper into the pillow, your eyes threatening to cross. youâre cumming so shamelessly and messily, and it may be the most erotic thing choso has ever seen.
he can see the rapture in your face, pleasure evident in the thread of your brows and the gape of your lips. incoherent words of praise tumble from your mouth, and choso finds himself spiraling as your voice goes straight to his cock. heâs moaning in response to the sound of you, climbing farther up the bed to chase your cunt. heâs even humping himself against the sheets in hopes of relieving the ache.
he thinks he might cum too when you blindly grab ahold of his hand to force the toy deeper, rutting your hips toward his face, taking exactly what you need from him and of course, he lets you. heâd let you do whatever you want to him.
he wouldnât care if you snuck into his room in the dead of night, crawled between his legs and fucked him stupid. definitely wouldnât care if you called him horrible things or talked shit to him. wouldnât even give a fuck if you slapped him or bit him or suffocated him between your thighs; he wants that, and now that he knows how nasty you like it, he can only imagine what else youâll be willing to do.
the desperate little whine that leaves you as he slips the dildo from your drooling hole is brief; the sight of him drunkenly wrapping his lips around the head to suck it clean is enough to make you cry out his name instead.
âyouâre so fucking nasty,â you gape, pressing your thighs together to dull the new ache that looms deep in your core. âlike overly.â
you canât help the gasp that parts your lips when his hands are pushing your thighs back apart, pressing himself between them. his long, pretty cock rests upon your stomach, the promise he made earlier looking more like a threat now than anything.
you swallow thickly.
a coy little smile twists his lips. âi promise i fuck nastier.â