Your Wildest Dreams

Such a time could be when he's trying to get his tongue as deep into your wet pussyhole as possible but you keep squirming and thrusting upwards

He can't work like that, so he has to put his hands on your hips and keep you a bit more still

Another way he loves letting you know to hold still is by biting your thighs, he does this really hard actually, hard enough for a bite mark to be there even the next day

Overstimulation happens often because Thoma has little self control when you keep begging him to eat you out

The man gets pussydrunk way too easily, offering you his mouth and his face and to suck your fingers after watching you finger yourself

Bold in the way he spells his name on your clit every time you come on his face, he wants to make sure your pussy knows who made it squirt

If prompted to he can eat you out while he's supposed to be working

Much more rare because takes his job very seriously but as your boyfriend he can't ignore your lustful and needy looks

He'll make you happy, just let him get down on his knees and put your legs up on his shoulders, let him taste you, have his fill of you, bite your fist if you need to keep your voice down, Thoma doesn't care, he only wants to know he's making you feel good

Cleaning up is always part of the process although you contribute that to him wanting to keep things going a bit longer rather then winding things down

Especially when it always involves kissing and sucking on your clit

You have to push him away when it all becomes a little too much for your pussy, literal hours of his mouth on you

Seems like the two of you need to work on your stamina a little because he can still keep going

You've never had so much trouble with your job until you decided to start working at the infamous Arkham Asylum, most of your patients were either complete lunatics, or rich kids who act like they can do anything -murder anyone- and they'll get away with it. But there was this specific patient, Jerome Valeska, whom you kind of took a liking to. Not exactly a 'liking', but almost a feeling of pity. You knew you shouldn't feel that way about a murderous psycho, but with your few sessions he showed to be much more human than most people out there in the world.

Your boss made you retire for a few weeks after an incident, to be clear, one of the lunatics tried to stab you with a plastic knife. It wouldn't really matter to you, but your boss decided that resting would be important. (Not that he cared honestly, he was just trying to act like a cool boss, which he isn't.)

Two weeks had passed, you had never felt so relieved to be walking on Gotham's streets. You took the day to pamper yourself, you deserved it. You went shopping, went to a spa, did everything you couldn't after all these months living in Arkham. -yes, you had to sleep there too.- It was getting dark, so you thought it would be great to grab a coffee and walk home as your house wasn't that far from the Cafe. So you did, you ordered a Vanilla Latte and started walking towards the cafe door, murmuring a sound happily. 10 minutes later you were finishing your drink and could already view your house from across the street, letting out a sigh of relief. You had a weird feeling of being watched from afar, but didn't thought much of it as you had a creepy neighbor who kept staring at you all the time. It was awkward but as the creeps say, staring isn't a crime.

You unlocked the door quickly and threw your stuff on a nearby chair, chewing the straw of your cup of coffee as you turned on the TV.

You froze as you saw it, -Jerome Valeska- he was in the news again.

"Yesterday night, 21 year old murderer, Jerome Valeska, ran away from the Arkham Asylum. DCPD has already taken charge of the case and is searching for the man. -You sat at the sofa, paying attention.- The asylum said that his escape is still a mystery."

"Yeah, that's a funny one isn't it? But I still think they could've chosen a better picture of me." A deep, husky voice echoed from the darkness of your hallway. You just stood there, not knowing what to do, it was like time had stopped.

"Hey, not even a 'hello' to your old friend? Already forgot about me, I see. -He said again, letting out a raspy, devilish laugh. You could feel his presence getting closer to you.- You see, I kept waiting for you in that shitty place, but days passed and... nothing. You know I hate waiting, right?" The voice was now right behind you, and you could feel a blade make its way to your throat.

"What are you doing here?" You finally had the courage to speak, voice trembling a bit.

"Well, can't I pay a visit to my good old doc? I missed our sessions, love." Jerome said while caressing your cheek with the blade.

"Jerome, you can't be here. And please, do not call me 'love', I've already told you we had a patient doctor relationship only, nothing more than that." Your voice wasn't trembling anymore, you knew he wasn't going to harm you, or at least you hoped so.

"What kind of doctor kisses their patients so passionately, huh? Do you want me to refresh your memories? -He awkwardly licked your cheek after drawing a bit of blood from it.- Was it a part of the therapy too? And what about that one time where we-"

"It was an accident, it should have never happened and you know that." You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

The ginger man shifted his position so that he was now facing you eye to eye, you could almost feel his breath.

"An accident, was it? -Jerome slowly put his hand on your chin, lifting your head up as you tried to look away.- I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me."

You looked deep into his green eyes, trying to open your mouth to say you didn't... but... wouldn't that be a lie? You just stood there, staring at him in silence.

"I knew it." He said before smashing his lips against yours in a slow and passionate kiss, it felt like you were both starving, craving it for so long, needing it so bad.

It didn't stop there, Jerome sat on the couch too, never breaking the kiss, and pulled you right into his lap. It was so hard to resist this man's charm, he was truly one of a kind. You didn't know what was it that felt so magnetic about him, so attractive. But you knew you wouldn't say no.

"Make up for all this time I had to spent without you, would ya? -He stopped kissing you for a second, trying to catch his breath- Maybe give me another type of therapy." He said giving you a smirk, soon getting back to kissing you.

You gave in, his lips felt so soft, and it just felt so right... His touch only was already enough to make you feel things you didn't even knew that were possible. You could feel him smiling through the kiss, it was a 100% a cocky smile.

"I know you missed me too."

"I did, Jerome."

His hands soon found their way under your shirt, unclipping your bra. You helped him take both, your shirt AND your bra off. He just sat there for a minute, inhaling the view in front of him.

"You're so fucking pretty."

He then proceeded to lightly play with your bare chest, slowly squeezing your breasts, not looking away for even a second. He started placing small kisses that soon turned into sucks, while he sucked one of your breasts, he worked on the other one with his hand. And you couldn't help but to let out breathy moans and begs for more.

"You know, love, I've had this fantasy ever since we met. -Jerome was now staring at you.- I want you to carry my children." He looked at you with a grin on his face, waiting to see your response.

"What? We're too young to be thinking about that..." You looked away, considering the request even though you felt like you shouldn't -but you liked the idea of your belly growing with his babies.-

"Just think about it. Imagine a little Jerome running around, how cute would he be? -That man KNEW he wasn't going to be a great father, he just wanted to impregnate you, to see your boobs so big and full of milk, leaking when he squeezes them. He also was all in with the idea of not having to worry about condoms for nine months straight, there would be a baby in there already, what else would you have to worry about? Just the thought of you carrying a part of him, giving birth to his child, that was enough to send him over the edge.- I'm going to fill you all the way up tonight."

You let out another breathy moan at his last words, he takes that as a 'yes'.

He switches positions once again, so that he could be on top of you.

"Let's take that off, shall we?" He asks before ripping off your skirt, he takes in theview of your panties before throwing it across the living room.

You grab Jerome by his neck, pulling him into a kiss. His hands slowly travel down your body, drawing circles around your belly, and finally reaching your womanhood. It doesn't take long before he slips one finger in it, causing you to moan a little, and then two fingers... He laughs at how easily you had become a moaning mess. He lets go of your lips, trailing small kisses all over your body, from your neck to your tits, to your belly, to your clit. The man is now licking you like he hasn't eaten anything for DAYS, his fingers still going in and out of your hole, as he fastened the speed. Causing you to whimper and cry his name out.

"Jerome, please..." You say, almost breathless.

"Please what? Use your words, Doc."

"I want you to fill me, I want to carry your babies, please..."

He smirks, feeling like his task is accomplished.

"You don't have to ask me twice." He quickly begins taking his jeans off, along with his boxers, revealing his big throbbing member. Sure, you had done things with him before, but you never actually saw it, so it was pretty surprising.

He took his wet fingers out of you, stroking his erection with the same hand a few times so it would be easier to go in. Jerome looked at you to confirm you were ready, you nodded in response.

He slid into you all at once, all his lenght stratching your walls, if felt so painful but so pleasuring at the same time. You couldn't help but let out a moan that sounded more like a scream. He sighed and started moving his hips, slowly and loving at first, placing kisses all around your collarbone, your cheeks, your breasts. A few minutes had passed and he started getting rougher, less passionate and more needy, desperate, like his life depended on it.

"You want to be the mother of my children, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you? Needy little slut." He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled it so that you were forced to look at him.

All you could manage to say was "Yes", your mind going blank, you couldn't even form a sentence.

"Your pretty pussy feels so nice against my cock, I bet you're loving this aren't you? Taking a murderer's dick like that? What a bitch."

You could care less, if that was a sin, you were a proud sinner.

You could feel yourself getting close and he definitely could too. He placed his hands on your waist, grabbing it so hard that there would be bruises in the morning.

Your hands reached his back and you gave it a long scratch as you cried out his name over and over again, releasing all over his member. Jerome on the other hand, was still going at it.

After a couple seconds, he finally came. Filling you up with his white liquid, keeping his dick inside of you for a moment just to make sure you would REALLY get pregnant.

He only took it out when he had the strength to it.

"And now we wait." He said proudly.

"Jerome..."

"Yes?"

"I'm on the pill..."

He stared at you, his smile fading away.

"No way."

You were ready to die right at that moment.

Sampo Koski.

You loved his lips because they hid his perfect teeth that always complimented his sly smile.

And you hated his lips for those same exact reasons.

You loved his eyelids because they hid his alluring eyes from view.

And the reason you hated his eyelids? Take a wild guess.

“What’d ya say we get out of here, doll? Find some placed a little more… private.”

His arm slinging around your shoulders broke you out of your train of thought as he whispered in your ear. You turned your head slightly to take in his expression.

Sampo shot you a playful wink, lips curled up into his signature smirk that you loved— hated dearly.

“Nice try, Sampo. Not happening.”

He pulled you in closer to his frame. His arm that was hanging around your shoulders slipped lower. Choosing to entangle around your waist instead. Sampo’s fingertips danced along the hem of your shirt, causing a burning heat to swirl within you.

“C’mon, doll. You’re only foolin’ yourself. Let your good buddy Sampo make your dreams come true.”

He was so infuriating. Who the hell talks about themselves in third person like that? What an egotistical jerk.

But you couldn’t deny that his words held some truth to them.

Almost all of your dreams were plagued by Sampo. But none of them were pure in nature.

Countless nights you would wake up from a heated dream. Sampo being the main focal point, of course. Each time you would stare up at the ceiling as you attempted to catch your breath. Hand snaking into your sleep shorts to relieve your frustrations.

But it wasn’t enough anymore. You needed to be satiated by the star of your wet dreams himself. As much as you hated to admit it.

You turned your head away from his piercing emerald gaze. Earning a mocking coo from Sampo.

“Aww playing hard to get… are we, doll? Ya know… the walls are pretty thin. I can hear the way you call— no, moan my name late at night.”

Your face grew hot upon hearing his confession. You could have sworn you were being inconspicuous. But you couldn’t have been more mistaken.

Fuck.

You could feel his smirk against the shell of your ear. His hand, now snaking its way under your shirt. Inching closer to your clad breasts.

“Can I let ya in on a teeny-tiny secret, doll?”

His words piqued your interest. You turned your head back in his direction. His eyes were half-lidded now. His smirk etching deeper into his features.

His free hand came up to cup your chin. Sampo’s thumb swiped over your parted lips as the rest of his fingers held you in place. Forcing you to watch as his eyes darted down to your lips, then back up to your puzzled eyes.

“I have… sweet dreams about you too, doll. And you wanna know somethin’ else?”

He paused once more for effect. Still tracing your parted lips. As his other hand came up to squeeze one of your breasts over your bra. Eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

Your attention was fully on him now, just what he was betting on. Sampo had you wrapped around his finger faster than you could say—

“Please… tell me…”

Sampo chuckled at your shift in demeanor and eagerness to hear more.

Too easy.

“I touch myself while thinkin’ about you too, doll. Scandalous, I know! But… I just can’t help myself… you understand, right?”

He leaned in closer to you. Noses brushed against one another’s as Sampo took in your flushed face. Awaiting your response.

Your mind was reeling from his filthy confession. You had to pinch yourself. To make sure this wasn’t just another one of your dreams.

Before you knew it, you were pushing in closer to him. Lips captured Sampo’s as your hands came up to grip his exposed sides. Pulling a breathy whine from the blue-haired man.

You did a bit of exploring yourself. Running your hands up and down his midsection. Fingertips tracing his prominent v-line. Sampo whimpered against your lips at this. Piquing your curiosity.

Don’t tell me the Sampo Koski was all bark and no bite. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Follow me.”

You huffed out as you pulled away from his soft lips. Taking his hand out of your shirt and interlocking it with your own. Leading Sampo to your room in a hurry.

The moment you locked the door behind the two of you… you were all over him. Sampo let out a pathetic moan as you pushed him up against the wall. Your hands continued their exploration along his body as you so pleased. Living out all of your wildest dreams.

“F-Fuck, doll… what’s gotten into ya?”

He huffed out, bringing his hands up to grasp the back of your thighs. Hoisting you up into his arms. You took this hint almost instantly. Wrapping your legs around his pretty waist.

Sampo captured your lips once more. Pulling you in deeply as he ushered you both to the bed. Carefully sitting atop the edge of the mattress as you continued to make out.

He let out a muffled grunt as you unintentionally ground down on his erection.

You enjoyed that sound… more than you’d like to admit. And so… you did it again, but this time with more merit.

He whined even louder this time as you pulled away from his lips. Opting for taking in his flustered state instead.

Sampo was blushing furiously. His eyes were squeezed shut as his teeth scored his bottom lip. His hips began moving on their own, desperately chasing for more friction.

“Aww, I think I like you best like this, Sampo.”

It was your turn to coo in faux sympathy. Enjoying the rare moment of silence from the usually talkative man.

Your movements came to a halt. Causing Sampo to whine desperately. His eyes shot open, hands gripping your waist in need.

“Why’dya stop, doll. P-Please… I need more!”

The Sampo Koski begging you for more? Oh, this was too good.

“Shh… relax. Why don’t you take these off for me?”

You whispered. Tugging on the loops of his pants. Sampo took the hint. Making quick work of unbuckling his belt. Pulling his pants and boxers down far enough for his cock to spring free. He then opted for taking off his gloves and his gear. Sampo’s shirt being the last article of clothing to come off.

Intense heat pooled in your core at the scenery of Sampo bare before you. You took in the sight of his length standing tall, all because of you. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties.

“I showed you mine only fair if you show me yours, doll.”

Sampo quipped out. Letting his eyes wander down your frame as his hands tugged at the hem of your shirt. You gave him a quick nod, giving him the green light to tug your shirt off over your head. Your bra was quick to follow in suit.

You climbed off his lap briefly, ridding yourself of your pants and panties before leisurely climbing back into Sampo’s lap. He couldn’t take his emerald eyes off of you. Sampo was completely entranced by your bare frame.

“Better than I could’ve ever imagined, doll.”

He admitted, large hands coming up to cup your breasts. You expelled a sigh of relief as Sampo’s thumbs came up to play with your nipples. You let your eyes roll back as your hand snaked between your bare bodies. Your fingertips carefully wrapped around the base of his cock. Beginning to pump his length as you so pleased.

“S-Shit, doll… don’t stop…”

Sampo whined as one of his hands trailed down to your midsection. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it almost instantly in slow tight circles. You both moaned in unison as you continued to please one another. Completely lost in the pleasures. And you have barely even begun.

Sampo’s ring finger found your entrance. Dipping it in slowly as a gasp was pulled from both your lips.

“Fuck, doll. You’re so w-wet… this all for me?”

You nodded furiously. Picking up your own pace against his cock as Sampo slipped a second finger inside your needy cunt. All the while his thumb still circled your puffy bud with the right amount of pressure.

His large hands were so skilled and calculated, and it definitely showed. Especially behind closed doors.

“More, I-I need you inside me… Sampo.”

You whined, tugging on his wrist. Signaling for him to stop as your hand untangled from his throbbing cock. Sampo’s hands opted for squeezing your hips instead. You began lining the head of his leaky length up to your entrance.

Sampo’s eyes were locked on the view of you slowly inching your way down his cock. Large hands squeezed your hips harshly as he finally bottomed out.

“This pussy is so perfect… so t-tight and wet, and it’s all for me. I must be the luckiest man alive, huh?”

Sampo whispered out between gritted teeth. Reveling in the way you began moving your hips up and down on his cock. With the help of Sampo himself. He began moving you quicker atop his lap, thick thighs twitching beneath you as he allowed himself to succumb to pleasure.

“Hah… Sampo, you’re so b-big… look…”

You took one of his hands in your own, pulling it off your hip and moving it to your lower tummy instead. You held his hand over your midsection and pressed down. Allowing him to feel the slight bulge his cock was causing.

The last remaining bit of Sampo’s composure was lost after feeling the way his cock bulged against your lower tummy. Before you knew it, you were being hoisted up. You gasped as Sampo sat up from the bed with you in his arms.

On instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist for the second time tonight. Only this time with his cock buried deep within you. Sampo captured your lips as your back pressed up against the nearby wall. You couldn’t help the way you whined against the blue-haired man’s lips as he fucked up into you with so much vigor.

You ran your tongue along his bottom lip as Sampo continued to thrust into you harshly. Hitting your sweet spot perfectly each time. Skin slapping against skin was all that registered in your mind as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching. You gripped onto his shoulders for support as you pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air.

“Sampo I’m gonna- ah-!”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you came all over his cock. Legs twitching around his waist as your walls fluttered severely around Sampo’s thick length.

“Fuck, fuck- fuuuck…!”

That was all it took for Sampo to reach his own high. His nails dug into the fat of your thighs as his hips stilled inside you. Heavy balls kissing the underside of your pussy as his load shot deep inside you.

There was too much. You could feel it trickling down your inner thighs as Sampo’s cock began softening inside you. You both shared the same air as he rested his forehead against yours. Trying to regain any semblance of composure.

“Fuck, doll. Did I live up to your expectations?”

Sampo chuckled. Pulling out of you slowly with a sharp hiss. Carrying you back to the bed. Knowing full well that your legs were too shaky to stand on, at the moment.

“You surpassed them.”

You admitted, warmth spreading across your cheeks once more. Sampo pinched your cheeks playfully as he leaned over you from where he stood in between your legs. He laughed playfully as he lowered himself onto his knees before you.

“Good, good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear…”

Sampo hooked your thighs over his shoulder. His breath fanned over your messy pussy, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Sampo… what are you-“

“Relax, doll. I made a mess, so I’m simply down here to… clean it up. I promise this will surpass your expectations too!”

"Why are you upset?" His voice is soft, trying his best to be soothing and not spook you. The last thing he wants to do is make you feel like he's coming towards you confrontationally.

"I feel," you hiccup, "I feel like you just don't like me- like that." The way your words dissolve into more tears.

It's a helpless feeling, not knowing why you feel this way or what to do about it. He knows he has a tendency to get lost in something, tunnel vision on whatever new release is happening or whatever game he's immersed in, but to know he made you feel so unimportant in the process? He thought you could see through all that, but maybe he'd just assumed rather than ever have a conversation about it.

His mind is racing, tripping over itself as his own hands shake. How long were you carrying this feeling? He felt like a fool, he was a fool; shamelessly failing you.

Yet, he's doing it again, staying silent for far too long and falling inside himself, leaving you to crumple against your mattress. You push him away as he attempts to hold onto you, console you. Instead wailing, "Am I not what you wanted?"

You feel stupid, humiliated, just wanting the earth to open underfoot and swallow you into it's depths. Anything to get away from this feeling. You were human, and he's been surrounded by the most beautiful inhuman beings for eons how could you believe you could compare?

Softly he places a hand to your back, fingers stroking up and down your spine in a deliberately comforting manner. "I... You're everything I wanted. I want you all the time, always, I want to be with you every second of every day. I feel real jealousy towards the people who are with you in moments that I'm not," you hear the hitch in his voice, "I think you're the best thing that's been in my life."

His face is aflame by the time you turn around, no longer feeling the need to hide so urgently. Not when he's just made himself, finally, vulnerable to you. "Do you really mean that?"

He swallows thickly, but his eyes never stray from yours and his hand comes to tightly lace your fingers together against the mattress.

"I really do. I just... You know how sometimes when things feel like they're going really well, say a sunny day happened- you don't bother to check the weather," his voice becomes smaller as he squeezes your hand, "but when the sun's out at midnight, you should be checking. I should've checked on you. Should've been less selfish all the time. I'm sorry-"

His words are cut off in a low groan of surprise as you throw yourself against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face against his skin. "I love you, it's not all on you. I should've- I should've said something, even just once."

His arms come firmly around you as you continue, "I just... I just want you to love me, too."

"I do love you," he murmurs against the side of your head, pressing his lips there just for that moment of closeness.

"Why haven't you shown me?"

That gives him pause. "What do you mean?"

It almost stumps him, truly. He makes sure to kiss you, always be there with you when he can, helps you with anything you need-

"You never try, you know, touching me," your voice is suddenly shy. "Haven't you wanted to?"

His breathing almost stops as you grasp his wrist tenderly, clearly giving him the space to pull away and say no if he wishes, but he doesn't. Instead watching with bated breath as it disappears beneath your shirt, feeling your warm skin under his fingertips.

Even when you draw your hand away, his remains, gingerly moving upward over your belly before stopping, letting the curve of his thumb and index rest beneath the swell of your bare breast.

You hum in approval, gently tugging him down as you let yourself fall back against the bedspread and pull him into a heated kiss, full of sudden desperation.

You nip at his bottom lip while he draws his hand back down, only to tug on the hem of your tshirt, prompting you to prop up on your elbows as your chest is exposed to the evening chill. When his lips wrap around one of your hardened nipples your head tips back with a groan, enjoying the feel of his tongue sliding over the bud.

Quickly you become restless, whining and moving your legs in an attempt to accommodate your fastly dampening underwear. You can feel the nerves standing on end, making you squirm even more and cueing Levi to slide his other hand down past the waist of your pajama pants.

The tips of his fingers rest just before he'd reach your slick folds, making your clit pulse in anticipation. You're trembling, trying to gasp out how badly you just need him to touch you or you might go insane.

It could've been hours with how much he was teasing you, coming up to slide his tongue between your lips and dipping back down to alternate attention between your breasts. That hand, however, remained still inside your panties.

You rutted your hips brazenly, not caring for anything but relief now, but he evades it. Always managing to move his hand ever so slightly so as to not touch you. The pressure was reaching its boiling point, your clit ached so fiercely it left you with fresh tears gathering in your waterline.

Finally as your eyes meet, his fingers slide through your slick folds and you nearly sob at the sensation. The sticky noises as he slides two fingers inside you, prodding your warm walls, and keeping steady pressure on your clit with his thumb makes you feel lightheaded. Still, you don't look away from him.

He's drinking in every expression like a fine wine: your pupils blown out and glassy, lips moving in moans and whimpers, the flex of your neck muscles wishing to tip back.

The feeling in your gut is akin to a spring loaded coil, just reeling and reeling further back with every swipe of his thumb over your clit and every curl of his fingers. The sheer intensity of the environment between you two makes that coil suddenly snap, causing you to break eye contact and wail in ecstasy.

Your thighs shake and your hands come to claw at his back furiously, mind going numb as you feel your bottoms growing wetter the more you writhe in the pleasure high.

As your orgasm slowly dissolves, rose colored world coming into focus when you open your eyes, your legs still tremble with aftershocks as his hand pulls out of your bottoms. You're floating, delightfully boneless as he leans back and tugs them down your legs.

His mouth waters at the glossy mess between your legs, watching the way you throb around nothing. All thought ceases when he shimmies down on his stomach between your legs, warm breath on your thighs sending a shiver down your spine.

His tongue slowly rolls from his lips while you're stuck still, eyes unable to look away, before licking a fat stripe up your messy cunt. He holds your folds open before going back in, tongue prodding your entrance and making your eyes roll back in your head.

He's a panting, moaning mess as he devours you and there's nowhere else he'd rather be than between your legs. Lithe fingers brush against your clit once more, relishing in the way it makes you squeal from above. He presses his tongue flat against it, feeling overjoyed at the way it tears an even bigger reaction from your body.

Something shifts, he wants, no needs, all of you right now or he feels like he may very well die. That thought is what has him shooting up, tugging his pants off and letting his throbbing cock smack against his abdomen as it springs from his underwear. Quickly he shuffles back between your legs, sliding his cock in between your sloppy folds.

You reach down to hold your legs open, mind switched off and only chasing the base instinct for complete intimacy with him. Slowly he presses forward, rocking his hips slowly before his cock fully nudges inside you. Your legs spasm as it does, fighting against the overstimulation as you gasp out but don't call for him to stop. Slowly he slides inside you until your hips are flush, once again watching your expressions. You look like the picture of bliss, chest heaving with full breaths and adjusting to the new sensation of being full.

It nearly renders him shocked as you cup your breasts, kneading your flesh and your hips grind up so that you're using him.

He lets you, holding your hips for support because honestly it's the hottest thing he's ever witnessed. You getting yourself off with his cock, like it was a toy, sets his head spinning. Your moans rise and rise as your pace becomes messy, frantic. Your back arches and your pussy clenched around him so firmly it makes him draw in a sharp inhale. It's beyond beautiful, watching you completely lose yourself and fall apart on his cock.

In your pleasure chasing daze you stop holding your legs up, letting them fall sharply and he eagerly chases after you, folding your legs up and pounding into your hungry cunt while one of your hands fists in his hair. He's never had the privilege to feel something this incredible, hearing you chant his name like a mantra and the sound of skin slapping in some perverse harmony.

He's clenching his jaw, unable to take his eyes off you as he feels you clamp down once more. It's only slightly jolting to feel liquid spray his abdomen but it doesn't make him slow down, if anything it only encourages his thrusts to become deeper and messier before slowing. Relaxing into the feeling of your pussy and his cock throbbing in time while he fills you to the brim with warm, opaque fluid.

He's certain you could never doubt his devotion again after tonight, and he'll make sure to see you fall apart and to fill you up again and again from here on. It's a promise on repeat in his mind as you both slow, coming to lay still against one another as you catch your collective breath.

Gently you release your grip on his hair, fingers lazily sliding through the strands instead as he presses his ear over your heart, just enjoying the afterglow especially with such an intense series of events tonight.

you’d question it — question what the fuck was happening, if he just wasn’t so fucking hot and making you feel so fucking good.

“that’s it,” he smirks, as you drop your head against his chest, grabbing onto his wrist, desperately trying to close your legs as he effortlessly draws another orgasm out of you. “that’s it ... ya look fuckin’ cute when you’re cumming.”

he laughs when you try to look up at him and scowl, eyes fluttering and rolling back into your head when he uses the hand that’s not busy fucking your pussy to land a slap on your clit. 

you moan again, and he laughs. “see? atta girl, so pretty when you cum. tellin’ me nobody’s ever seen you like this?” 

you dont answer, too busy trying to blink back the wave of dizziness that’s washing over you with the bliss hanma’s giving you, on his fingers alone.

the inked kanji on the back of his hand flashes darkly, sin bobbing up and down between your legs, shiny with your slick, as hanma curls his fingers into your tight, clenching walls and rasps into the shell of your ear, “asked you a question, dollface.”

“nobody,” you gasp, for some reason so nervous yet so turned on, by the demanding, challenging edge to his tone. “nobody, hanma— ah!”

“tch, it’s shuji, sweetheart.” he pinches your clit, laughs when your knees jerk up at the sensation. 

his voice goes a little softer as he continues, thinking you wouldn’t notice the hint of jealousy and longing in his voice with the state you’re in. “gonna keep me just your friend, just your ol’ buddy hanma-kun even after i take you on my bed, fuck you on my fingers ’n make you cum over ’n over again?”

“a—mngh, ’m sorry, shuji,” you whine, too enamoured by how he feels to argue, and his heart jumps at how sweet his name sounds off your tongue. “f—fuck, feels so good!”

“would feel better if i were usin’ my tongue. or if you were on my cock.” he laughs when your expression visibly scrunches up in embarrassment, cooing at you and telling you how cute you are as he grips your waist and turns you around to straddle him, legs shaky with the effect of your previous orgasms. “want me to do it, yeah?”

“mmm,” you answer though you’re not sure what he means, holding onto his shoulders for support. he holds you steady, and slides himself down onto his back onto the mattress, pushing your legs further apart around him and cupping your ass, pulling you forward — and you realize what he’s about to do. “shuji, no, i’ve n—”

you cut yourself off, but hanma picks your sentence up anyway.

“never been eaten out before?” he asks, sounding both unconvinced and pissed off at the same time, and you sit there as he stares up at you, so fucking embarrassed—

“my doll’s been gettin’ treated like shit, huh?” he breathes, gold eyes tracing your figure down. “sweet lil’ thing, i’ll show you how y’should be treated, a’right?”

“mm,” you let out a sound, so shy when his voice goes all sympathetic. it makes your pussy go slick with want, your heart beating faster with anticipation. “mkay.”

hanma doesn’t hold back. he tightens his arms around your hips and waist in an instant, pulling your cunt down on his mouth, nose pressed just over your clit as he inhales deep into you, letting out a needy growl as he opens his mouth and takes you.

your hands scramble to find a hold on the headboard as he rocks you forward, trapping you on your knees with your thighs plush and warm around his face, drinking in your cunt — devouring you like a man starved. “fuck,” he slurs into your heat, muffled and hot. “shit, baby, s’ fuckin—good.”

his tongue grazes your clit, curls around it and sucks, and you cry out, squirming in his arms, one hand leaving the headboard to get down and curl your fingers into his hair and tug, stuttering his name out in a pleading chant. “shuji, shuji, shuji — fuck!”

the moan he lets out when you pull at his black and blonde locks thrums against your cunt, and when he sucks at your clit again, slurping loudly and grunting praise into you, it’s enough to make you cum again. “ah, shuji, cumming, cumming!”

“i know,” he hisses, and when you look down at him, the rise of his cheekbones, his nose and his mouth are soaked with your wetness— and his eyes are blown wide, the gold of them almost lost in the darkness of his want. “i know, baby. i know.”

“please,” you hiccup, tears blurring your vision, hips trembling as you try not to collapse over hanma’s face.

your cunt aches, empty despite the way he shoves his tongue up your fluttering hole, and you dont want another orgasm without it. “fuck! shuji — shuji please, need your cock.”

“mm — what’d you say, dollface?” he grunts, licking at your clit, yanking you back in when you try to lift yourself off him. “cant just get all you want like that. say it right f’me.”

“w-what?” you sob, unsure what he means but so needy to obey, because you just need him to stuff you full and fill you up already.

you dont know if it’s wrong or not, to want your best friend’s dick inside you so badly, but you’ve gone this far, havent you? he’s giving you what you want.

“you g’na do as i say?” he smirks, watching how you nod and keen when he tongues at your abused clit again. “then say ‘i love you, daddy, i only want you ‘n your cock from now on’.”

huh? — it takes a second or two, but the words put clarity in your head, somewhat, when you hear them. 

swallowing back the shaky whine of acceptance bubbling at your throat, you manage to ask instead, “you want me to tell you i love you?”

there’s a small pause, before hanma’s grip on your hips tightens again. 

but this time, he pulls you off.

it urges you back to your position straddling his hips, as he sits back up, leaning on the headboard once more — and though his hard-on brushing hot and heavy through his jeans against your messy cunt is distracting, you pay attention to his expression instead.

hanma stares at you, face wet with your slick and hair messy with your hand tangling through the dyed locks. “so you ... dont?”

it’s a sudden flipside to the multiple orgasms he’d just sent you through, and it disorients you just a little. 

but the look in his amber eyes, black and blonde hair stuck to his forehead and framing his face, the warmth in your heart as you contemplate an answer — and the desperate ache in your empty cunt, it all convinces you to say you do.

“i do.”

there’s yet another damned pause, as you sit on hanma’s lap, naked and with his dick hard under your ass, your palms flat against his bare chest — if someone’d told you before that a dumb game of truth or dare after class would lead you to this situation, you’d laugh.

but — but this is shuji. he’s rough on the exterior, a major tease, a man notorious and famous on the streets; but really? he’s sweet.

he buys you coffee, takes you out shopping, takes you to the salon, pays for your takeout. he always tells you he'll fuck your exes up if they hurt you or make you cry (and they have done so, but you've never allowed him to beat them).

he goes with you to the library, even though he doesn't even care for spending hours on assignments or work. to be fair, he does leave you in there and go out to smoke after only a few minutes, but he always comes back to drop you home.

he's so nice to you, despite himself. and turns out, if you'd just ask, he'd fuck you too.

he’s your best friend. nothing less, nothing more, but you decide it now, trembling from the euphoria he’s giving you. you want more.

it’s possessive and spells desire, how he’d pulled you in here to make up for your ‘stupid shit exes’, telling you he would make you feel good if nobody else has done it before.

it’s all so sudden, but it makes sense. he’s been just your best friend this whole time, but you want more.

“i do love you, shuji.”

hanma lets out a breath, when you repeat it. “really, now?” he mutters. “not just sayin’ that so i’ll give you my cock? dont play with my heart now, doll.” he chuckles, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“i do.” you mumble, shy again under the intensity of his piercing stare. “and i guess ... that’s why it never worked with anyone else. when you were there this whole time.”

“hah,” hanma laughs, steadying his hold on your waist before bringing one hand up to pat your cheek. ”y’ telling me no other asshole could make you cum, ‘cause you were busy wishin’ it was me?”

“no!” you blurt out, but when he grins wider, slides his hand down from your cheek to pinch the soft flesh of your tits, the electric shiver that courses down your spine says otherwise. it would be a lie, to say that you’ve never wanted him. “yeah, m-maybe.”

“fuck,” he hisses at that, eyes going even darker, like the dubious confirmation you’d given him was all he needed, like it was a love shot and a stroke of lust in one — and he yanks the buttons and zipper of his jeans open, tugging the fabric apart and pulling out his straining cock.

it’s big — unsurprising, but still a sight to take in, and you whimper tearfully when he grabs the length in his hand and taps his head to your clit, letting out a breathy chuckle. “biggest cock y’ ever seen, mhm?”

and you’d want to keep from boosting his ego, but the way you stare is answer enough. “n-need you in me, shuji.” you beg, and he just laughs again, rubbing the pearl of precum that swells at his tip across your slit, teasing. “say what i told you to say, then. if y’love me.”

call him daddy? “do i really have to?” you whine, pushing forward and grinding up on his cockhead. it ellicits a rough moan from him, that makes your clit throb when you hear it — but hanma remains adamant.

“you hafta, dollface.” he smiles, showing you teeth. “you’ll do it, if y’ really want me so bad.”

and god, the layers of pleasure he’d drowned you in are too sharp, too overwhelming for you to refuse and stop this right now — you want, need his cock. right now.

fine. “i—i love you, daddy.” you mumble, eyes skirting down because you cant bring yourself to look him in the eyes. “and i-i want only you. only your cock, and only you. i love you.”

and it’s like hanma has been waiting for this moment his whole life.

“shit, baby,” he huffs, pulling your tits flush against his body as he grabs you by the waist and by the back of your neck, dragging you in and meeting your lips with his in a starved kiss — fuck, he hadn’t kissed you until now? 

you realize it, with both a pang and a fluttering in your heart, but the thought is soon knocked out of your head, as he kisses you again, tasting the lingering essence of yourself on his tongue, tasting him, catching the scent of cigarettes and men’s cologne on his mouth and neck as you lean into him, letting him savour you whole. 

“god, i love you.” he groans, as he lines his cock up at your entrance, sliding sin and punishment over to your ass again and sheathing you down on him. “loved you f’so long now, baby. d’you know how i’ve felt? ‘n now y’re fuckin’ telling me all those assholes you dated never made you cum. fuck.”

“mm, sh-shuji!” you cry, and he moans in your ear in reply. “s-slower! please, please—”

“‘m too big for you?” he rasps, voice hoarse with pleasure. god, he’s wanted this forever. your tight, velvet walls clenching around him, wet and hot and your body on him, so pretty and all his.

“cant slow down, sweetheart.” he hisses. “consider this your punishment. for playin’ with my heart like that, for so long.” you’ve got your arms wrapped around hanma’s neck, trying to control the pace at which you sink down on his cock, but he rolls his hips up and pushes all the way into you anyway.

“a—haah! shuji!” your moan is saccharine in his ear, and he swallows back a curse, knowing that it’s not going to be long before he’s cumming, filling you all up.

“say sorry, baby.” he growls, pulling out before shoving back in you again, putting stars into your eyes with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the harsh kiss of his tip against your cervix. “really didn’t think i loved you, even when i was fuckin’ knuckle deep in you? callin’ you my dollface and telling you y’re pretty ‘n driving you around, and sucking on that sweet lil clit?”

you cry out, when he bites at the side of your neck, feeling even more embarrassed, feeling stupid — because god, you were stupid to miss the signs. to think he was just like that. when he only ever was that way with you. “‘m sorry, sorry. please, i’m sorry.”

“hmm,” he lulls, kissing the marks of his teeth that he’d left on you. “cant be mean with you, can i? too fuckin’ sweet for your own good.”

your mouth is on his cheek, lips sliding down his jaw in desperate kisses, needing him more even when he’s right here, when your body’s pressed to his and his lips are on you and his cock is all the way in your cunt. “mmngh,” you try, too dizzy to answer properly.

“now let’s teach ya how it feels to cum on a big, fat cock, yeah, dollface?” he says, starting up a hasty rhythm with his cock, up and down into you as you struggle to stay sitting up on his lap. “poor lil’ doll’s never even done this before?”

“never.” you keen, lost in the way his cock is so long, so thick, reaching all the sweet spots deep in your cunt in one fucking go. “n-never came on a cock before.”

“yeah, i know.” he says, all sympathetic again, and it sends heat rushing to both your face and your core. “g’na beg daddy to let you cum all over his cock?”

“mhm,” you moan, and he smiles, brings you in for another kiss as he speeds up. “then say it, baby. say what y’need to say to have your way.”

“mm, daddy, daddy—” you sob, trying to kiss him back as he hums into your mouth, forgetting your embarrassment at having to call him that, because fuck, it was starting to feel fitting. “please let me cum on your cock, please, please—”

“only if you’ll let me fill this pretty pussy all up.” he stutters, voice turning all raspy as he goes even faster, bouncing you up and down so hard as he nears his high. 

he loves the way you beg. loves the way you call him by that name. so cute, and almost pathetic, for him. it’s a fresh change. one he wants to hold on to. “yeah? you’ll let me do that, baby? let daddy fill your cunt up with his cum?”

“yes,” you gasp, vision going cloudy with both tears and pleasure as you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter all over again. “fuck, anything! anything, daddy, just please.”

“please what?” his laugh is now hoarse, as he looks at your blissed out face from under his lashes, eyes lidded and heavy with lust and pleasure.

the bedsheets under you are soaked, but neither of you can care — you moan again, sucking in a breath and falling into hanma’s chest, tired but so, so desperate to cum again. “please, shuji. please. need to cum on your cock. need you to cum in me.”

and he does. 

hanma watches, vision hazy as his cock slides out of your cunt milky and drooling, and pushes back in — pushes in so deep he hits your cervix again and he cums, leaking hot, white ropes of seed into your tight, wet cunt — and it makes you cum, too.

“fuck, tryna milk me all up, huh?” he heaves as he maintains his pace, gritting his teeth and grabbing your hips when you try to meet the rhythm, pussy fluttering and sucking him in like you’ve needed him as much as he’s needed you. “pretty, pretty lil’ pussy — all mine, yeah?”

“all yours, shuji.” you sob, and he stares as your head tilts up, eyes rolling back in your head as they fall shut, drowning in the pure heaven of cumming while stuffed full of his big, big cock. “a-hnngh, all yours.”

“yeah, that’s right.” he growls, wrapping punishment around your throat, hauling you back in to kiss you, sloppy and open mouthed, as sin slips down between your bodies — pressing into your pulsing clit with his thumb as he continues fucking up into you, pace relaxing slowly. “that’s right. y’re all mine now. forever.”

You can feel Satoru's eyes burning a hole in the side of your head as you look down at his piece of paper on the desk, your pencil tapping against the edge of the table while you once more look over everyone's work. He doesn't try hiding it, doing it all afternoon as your group works on finishing the last details of the presentation you will be presenting at the end of the week, his eyes only looking away from you to glance at Suguru, telepathically speaking to him. 

Looking up and handing him back his paper, a few notes scribbled along the edge, interrupting their most recent silent conversation, "Just go through the notes, and everything should be good." 

He looks up at you, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, eyes widened as if he had been caught doing something inappropriate. Satoru takes the paper from you, long fingers skimming over yours, "Thanks." 

You turn away, reaching for the paper Shoko is handing over to you, her face still turned to the screen of her computer as she makes the slides, ignoring Satoru's gaze. Setting the paper in front, you decide to say something as you start skimming over it, "If you want to say something say it, please, instead of burning holes into the side of my skull."

Satoru is taken aback by the tone of your voice, sitting up straighter in his spot, clearing the back of his throat, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." 

You don't look up at him, scribbling a note at the end of Shoko's paper and handing it back to her, "Okay. Finish that so we can go home." 

A buzzing sounds across from you, Shoko looks away from her screen to pick up her phone. She starts typing on it while the rest of you continue working, the clicking sound throughout your bedroom. She suddenly breaks the silence that had resettled over the room, gathering her things, "I have to go, but I'll send you the slides later tonight when I get back," she tells you standing up and heading to your bedroom door. She bids her farewell to the two men seated on opposite sides of you, "Bye guys, I'll see you later."

You sigh, returning to work on your own half of the work, silently typing on your computer, noting that Suguru is no longer working on his half, his concentration on Satoru. You watch as they mouth words to each other, clearing your throat before speaking again, "If neither of you is going to work, you can leave. Or you can just ask me whatever it is you're curious about since it's obvious whatever your silently talking about is me."

They both fall silent, Suguru shrugging his shoulders at Satoru, getting up a second later, and pulling a cigarette from his pocket as he heads towards the window. "You ask her," he mutters as he lights it and leans out.

Satoru avoids looking at you, swallowing and scratching the back of his head, now that it's you looking at him. He nervously speaks, which is out of place for him, "Well you see, we heard you're going out with Sukuna...and we just wanted to know if it's true."

You blink a couple of times, turning back to work, responding without care, "It is. But that's really non-"

"Why?" He interrupts, the words spewing out of his mouth without regard for what he's actually saying, "I mean I know you're a girl, but you're not exactly his type. Have you seen what type of girls he hooks up with? You certainly don't fit the type."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you're a...you know...prude."

You stare at him, clenching your fists at your side, "I'll have you know Sukuna was the one that approached me."

"Probably on a bet."

"Even if was a bet he's stuck around hasn't he?" You throw back, anger coursing through your body. 

You expect him to say something back, but when you look back at him his looking at you quizzically, head tilting from side to side. He leans closer to the table, breathing out, "Let me see what's got him hooked."

"What? No!" You exclaim, laughing thinking his joking

Satoru stalks towards you on his hands and knees, "Come on, we just want to see what all the fuss is about."

"Stop, 'Toru," you warn, slowly moving away from him, your hair standing up as he approaches you.

But Satoru doesn't stop, he keeps taunting you while slowly cornering you in your bedroom, "I have you and he had sex? I mean it can't be that great, yet you have Sukuna wrapped around your little finger. Did you just spread your legs open for him the first time? He doesn't seem like the type to wait." He looks up at you watching as your face becomes flustered, your eyes avoiding him. "Fuck, I didn't think you were that type of girl, y/n. If I hadn't overheard you and the other girls talking, I'd think you were a virgin. Kinda hard to imagine you spreading your legs for anyone when your nose is always stuck in a book. Much less for Sukuna." He grunts, crawling closer to you, tongue licking his lips, "If you spread them for him, you can spread them for us, right? We've known you longer, it's only fair."

The edge of your bed hits your back, Satoru still crawling towards you, his hand resting near your foot, predatory gaze looking up at you, tongue running over his lower lip. Your heart is thumping rapidly against your ribcage when he grabs onto both your ankles, slowly moving them up your calves while speaking, "Just a taste. Want to know what has Sukuna hanging onto your every word." His hand hook under your knees, sliding down the back of your thighs as you try to get away from his touch, your legs spreading apart as he forces his way between them. 

You look at Suguru with your frightened eyes, scared that Satoru is no longer playing around, nervously chuckling, "Sugu tell him to stop. This isn't funny anymore."

Suguru moves from his spot near the window, killing the cigarette he had been smoking on the trim, looking at you with the same hungry look as Satoru. "Sorry, doll." He grunts, coming next to the two of you, hooking his arm beneath your armpit and raising you onto the bed, stealing you from Satoru's hold. He makes himself comfortable behind you, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses to your neck, whispering in your ear as his fingers trace the column of it, "But I'm just as curious as him." 

His chest is pressed against your back, warm breath fanning over your neck and ears. Satoru moves to the edge of the bed where your feet are, choosing to press a few kisses along your ankles and legs, his blue eyes watching as you try to squirm away from both of them, your waterline teary, "Please, stop. If you stop now, I'll pretend none of this happened."

Suguru clicks his tongue, hands coming down to your thighs to spread them apart again, making room for Satoru to climb into the bed between them, who doesn't stop pressing kisses to your thighs. "I don't think you understand what situation you're in right now, y/n." He lets go of you for a second, hand waving around your bedroom room, "You're alone, with two men, in the middle of the day, in your bedroom." 

You stop to look around the bedroom, vision blurred by the tears falling down your face. He was right, all of your roommates were either at work or school. Not all that, you had soundproofed your room when you first moved in, after finding out that a few of your roommates were early birds. A fact that Suguru made sure to emphasize as his hand groped whatever part of you it could. 

Suguru cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him, smiling as he notices the tears streaming down your face, "So tell me, y/n, are we doing this the easy way, or do you need more convincing?" 

The tears burn the corners of your eyes as you nod, relaxing your legs, showing them that you weren't going to try and keep them from doing whatever they were thinking. "Okay. I'll do whatever you want," you hiccup, looking down at Satoru go smiles at you like a child you just got candy. 

"Good girl," Suguru praises, licking the shell of your ear, "Now first is Satoru, he's been thinking about this since we saw you leave Sukuna's apartment two weeks ago, so it's only fair. Now be the good girl that you are and keep your legs open wide for him, 'kay" Nodding you spread your legs open until there's enough room for Satoru to climb up and his warm breath to fan over your cunt. You pull your skirt up to your waist, holding it in place as Satoru stares at the wet patch forming on your white underwear. Behind you Suguru whistles, moving the hair at the nape of your neck out of the way so he can nip and bite there, "Look at that, didn't even have to tell you to do that. You really are a really good girl. Sukuna's a very lucky man."

All you can do is whine in response, Satoru's tongue licking one sling stripe along your slit up to your clit through your underwear. He repeats the same thing three times, making sure to run his tongue over the wet patch faintly tasting you on the material, before deciding to push them to the side. His long fingers spread your labia, blue eyes fixated on your clenching hole. He mumbles something under his breath that you can't hear before prodding at your entrance with a finger. He doesn't stick the entire thing in, but experimentally curls it upwards, heart thrumming in his chest when you needly move forward and push more in you. His eyes widen when he feels your warm walls clenching around it, muttering "It's so warm."

Suguru laughs behind you, his hands coming under your shirt, "You know, Satoru's never actually seen a pussy before." Now it's your turn for your eyes to widen, looking back at Suguru, questioning if you heard right. "Yeah, he talks all big and shit, but your pretty little cunt is the first pussy he has ever seen."

It all slowly starts to click in your head, the staring, the curious prodding with his finger, the hesitant kisses on your legs. "He's a virgin," you whisper, turning back to look at Satoru, his head still shoved between your legs, tongue drawing circles around your clit before his lips wrap around it. 

He sucks on the bud with enthusiasm, pulling back with it between his teeth before letting it go with a soft pop. His head dips back down to your clenching hole with his tongue, his lips moving as if he were kissing your mouth. The sound of your slick and his lips sound throughout the room, your body writhing between them as his head moves between your thighs, his nose bumping against your clit.

You can barely keep your eyes open as Satoru's tongue messily laps at your cunt, thighs trembling around his head, Suguru's hands kneading your breasts between his fingers. You can feel Satoru humming every time he licks back up to your clit, your body arching into his mouth when he slides a finger next to his mouth, Suguru's skilled fingers tweaking your nipples. There's a small gasp escaping your lips as pleasure replaces the fear and embarrassment from earlier.

Your feel your body warming up, thighs trembling around Satoru's head, and the corner of your eyes no longer stinging from tears. You can feel the familiar sensation of a knot forming in your belly, twisting into itself with every swipe and pinch. The front of your head is starting to feel light, your face burning as your orgasm gets built up by the two men. You gasp for air, your body shaking in its hold, your lungs struggling to keep the air flowing. Your hand reaches down to pull roughly on Satoru's hair, making him groan into your pussy, trying to provide a break from his eagerness, but he's much stronger than you. Too high off of your taste to be stopped, and he just pushes your legs up toward your body, tongue still moving against you and a second finger joining the first. 

"Guys," you huff, " too m-much." 

Satoru doesn't seem to hear you, but Suguru just laughs behind you, the sound making your thighs clench around Satoru's head. "If you cum on his tongue he might stop, but like I said he's been waiting for this so he isn't going to stop until you cum," he mutters, his warm breath in your ear making you shiver and seek solace from the uncomfortable burning in between your legs as your being pulled towards the edge of your release. 

You shift against Suguru, Satoru chasing after you, his hard-on pressing against your back, your head resting on his shoulder the cedar scent of his cologne invading your sense of smell as your body moves against Satoru's tongue, desperate for the knot in the pit of your belly to come undone. 

"Look at you basically riding his face like a little slut. Are you going to cum soon?" Suguru laughs, leaning back against the wall, dark eyes watching as your face twists in pleasure, "I guess the pretty face and sounds your making is why Sukuna's kept you as his toy for as long as he has. I know I would've kept you close, too."

You can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears, warmth spreading from the tip of your toes up to the crown of your head. The three of you realize what's happening too late, your legs clasping around Satoru's head, and your back arching Suguru's chest, sliding down his body. "Oh my god, oh god," you chant, eyes squeezing shut and body trembling. Satoru's tongue doesn't stop moving against you, his hands pushing your legs further apart as he tries to get even closer to your quivering body, taking everything you give him.

Above you, Suguru moves his hands along your sides and stomach, smiling as he watches you tremble on the bed and your orgasm wash over you in waves, "Such a pretty sight."

Satoru's tongue is still languidly lapping at your cunt as the last ripples of your climax course through your body. Small whiny hums vibrate from the back of your throat from the sensitivity, and you wriggle away from his lips, sitting up and successfully pushing him off when you press your foot on his shoulder. He pouts up at you, chin coated in your juices, making a show of licking his lips. His fingers still hold onto the back of your thighs kneading the fat. 

Behind you Suguru moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it and your bra up to release your breasts. His thumb flicking over one of the nipples, "Feel good," he breathes, lips ghosting over your jaw.

You clear your throat, struggling to bring air into your lungs, and croak, "Y-yeah." 

"Good, 'cause it's my turn, but I think I want to try these pretty tits," he tells you, pulling the nipple between his fingers, and laughing when you yelp. 

You don't complain when he moves out from behind you, pulling your shirt and bra fully off of you, and lays beside you, open-mouthed pressed to your exposed collarbone. He toys with the nipples, pinching and pulling as he kisses down to the valley between your breasts, tongue licking the skin. You don't complain when he takes one of your tits into his mouth and pulls the nipple between his teeth before letting go, only whining when he does it again on the other more harshly, teeth digging into the sensitive bud. 

You're doing everything they ask. Giving them a taste of what Sukuna gets to do to you when you meet up with him. Everything would end once Suguru was done messing with your breast. At least that's what you tell yourself until you hear the clicking of a belt and clothes being shuffled. 

Looking down, around Suguru's head who's blocking your view of the end of the bed, you see Satoru standing up. His pants are being tossed at the end of your bed, large hand wrapped around his hardened cock, stroking himself, the head flushed pink and swollen. He kneels on the bed, spreading your legs open again with one hand. 

"W-what are you doing?" you ask, panic rising in your chest when he pushes your knees up towards your body, "You didn't say anything about going this far." You try to push Suguru away, and maybe put an end to this before things went any further. 

But he's stronger and heavier than you, one arm wrapping underneath you and the other keeping you open for Satoru, who's drooling as he presses his flushed head to your clit, he lets go of your perked bud with a pop. Resting his head on your chest he frowns up at you, "Yeah, but we also didn't say we wouldn't go this far. Are you really going to leave him like that? Look at how hard he is for you, he's practically cumming already," you look up at Satoru, his cock running along your slicked folds, "He's going to think his virgin dick isn't good enough for you. Are you really going to hurt his feelings like that, y/n?"

You chew on your bottom lip as you watch Satoru's cheeks turn red, his length sliding between your lower lips, the head bumping against your clit. With his hand he guides himself down, the head catching your entrance. You whine as the tip pushes in and out quickly. Satoru is in awe by the brief warmth of your walls around it that he does it again, pushing the entire head in this time, his head thrown back as he pulls out and pushes back in. He keeps doing it as you make up your mind, pleasure shooting up your spine every time he does, Suguru's lips wrapping back around your nipple. Looking up at Satoru, watching as sweat travels down his temples and his mouth opened in a small 'o' small whimpers escaping, you don't think you've ever been blessed with such a sight. Giving in, you reach between your bodies, spreading your lips apart for him and relaxing your legs, "Okay, but you can't cum inside."

Satoru looks down at you like a puppy wagging its tail as a treat is held in front of them, already pushing more of himself into your heart, "Really?" You nod your head, hissing as he starts to stretch you.

At the same time, Suguru's lips curl up against your chest, nipping at the bud, before pulling back and praising you, "Good girl." He slides off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and sweats down, revealing that he hadn't been wearing underwear. His eyes watch as Satoru bottoms out inside of you, mumbling incoherently. He walks up beside him, slapping his back, before crawling up the bed, "How's your first pussy, 'Toru?" 

Shallowly thrusting, your walls squeezing around him, Satoru stutters, sounding out of breath, "A-amazing. Are all pussies this wet and warm? Are they all this tight?" 

Suguru laughs at him, not answering as he moves towards you. He swings one leg over your torso, thumbs rubbing your nipples, and his dick settling between them. "Stick your tongue out," he demands, spitting a glob of spit between the valley of your breasts before pushing them together. You do as he says, your body starting to slide against the sheets as Satoru finds a steady pace, his whimpers and moans filling up the room. "You look pretty like this. A dick between these pretty tits, and your tongue sticking out, waiting for a big cock to fill your mouth," Suguru groans, moving his hips, his dick sliding between your boobs. The head of his cock touches your tongue for a second before he slides back, causing it to disappear from your eyesight. It reappears a second later, the tip touching your lips this time as it slides on your tongue. A sly smile spreads across his face when he sees you wrinkle your nose at the salty tastes of his pre-cum, but you don't close your mouth and look up at him with doe eyes. 

Satoru doesn't seem to be happy at the lack of attention his receiving and he pushes the back of your thighs up to your stomach, your knees making contact with Suguru's back, his dick now kissing your g-spot. A moan sounds at the back of your throat as he keeps brushing against the spot, his rhythm increasing as he chases his high. It's clear that he isn't worried about your pleasure, his hips smacking against yours as he keeps your legs spread, making your head bob up and down in sync with Suguru's thrusts.

You can feel Satoru's thighs trembling, his pace starting to falter, and his whines growing higher. above you, Suguru doesn't seem to be doing much better. Thin eyebrows pinched together while he watches his length slide between your breast and his pre-cum coat your tongue and lips. Reaching down you rub your clit, your walls spasming around Satoru's cock as he brushes against your soft, slowly building your orgasm. 

Satoru's the first to cum, his brain failing to catch up with what is happening and warm spurts of semen coating your walls before he manages to pull out and finish cumming on your navel. He lets out strangled moans, mumbling "I'm sorry's" as he coats your lower half in the rest of his cum. But the way he's looking at the cum he did spill into you, he discovers that his apologies are empty. And if could look at you he would see the same dopey smile Suguru is staring at you feel his warm seed pour out of you. 

"Fuck," He mutters, letting go of your breasts, and wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking himself over your chest. Suguru's head is tossed back as he releases on your breasts, white warm liquid spraying across your chest. He peers down at you, hand still rubbing up and down his length, and sliding up further up the bed to pull your head up, "Open your mouth more." 

Your hands come up to grab onto his thighs, sticking your tongue out more, "Aaah." He pushes the tip in, spurts of salty cum filling the inside of your mouth, making you grimace. 

When he finishes he pulls out, sitting back on you, forcing your mouth to close and swallow his cum. Smirking as he watches you make a face. He doesn't move off after you swallow, his chest rising up and down, looking down at you as he feels your legs rub against each other behind him. Suguru glances behind him, his eyes falling on Satoru whose head is pressed on the edge of the bed, eyes falling closed. "You tired?" he asks him, moving off your chest and pulling you to the end of the bed and picking you up, hooking an arm beneath your ass before laying on his back in the mess of juices on the sheets. 

Satoru barely glances up, mumbling his answer, "A little. Why?"

"Thought we could share," Suguru answers, spreading your lower lips apart, making you whine and wither in his on top.

Perking up, Satoru moves onto the bed, licking his bottom lip as he looks at your spread hole, trailing off as he asks, "You mean we both..."

Suguru reaches between the two of you, running the tip of his length along your folds before pushing the tip in, "Yeah, we both use her pretty little pussy at the same time. She's wet enough, so it shouldn't hurt too much."

You shake your head against Suguru's shoulder, feeling Satoru move up behind you, his cock bobbing against your ass, pleading with both of them, "Two is too much." 

But your plea goes unheard as Satoru speaks over you, his hand wrapping around himself, "Can we both really fit in her pussy?"

Suguru nods, pressing a kiss to your temple, spreading you open more, "Yeah, we just have to be a little careful, but we can both fit."

Satoru groans behind you, "Okay...I think I go one more round." He lines the head of his cock next to Suguru's, his hand resting on your as and rubbing circles as they both start to push in.  

You wiggle between them, pain shooting up your back as they both start to stretch your cunt to its limit. Panic starts to form throughout your body. How are you going to fit both of them in one hole when you already felt so full with just their tips?

You claw the sheets up Suguru's head shaking your head, tears forming on the edges of your eyes, "Sugu it's too much, I can't your both too big."

Suguru smiles up at you, swiping his thumb on your cheek and wiping away a tear, ignoring your begging, "You look so pretty when you cry." 

They both bottom out, Satoru's pelvis pushed against your ass, large hand splayed on your hips. Suguru's arms wrapped around your waist as they both start to move in and out of your spasming walls. More tears start to slide down your cheeks as your insides burn from the stretch, neither allowing you enough time to accommodate both of them. Suguru seems to get off to the tears that fall on his chin, his hand squeezing between your bodies to rub your clit while Satoru kisses the back of your neck.

With Suguru's skilled fingers stimulating your clit, the pain turns into pleasure, your hips moving back to meet theirs. Satoru moans in your ear, hips faltering as the knot in his stomach tighten with every thrust, feeling his dick slide along Suguru's, their heads bumping against one another in your warmth. 

"She feels so much higher," he whimpers in your ear, "I think about to cum."

Planting his feet on the ground, Suguru thrust up into you, his hold around you tightening. "Think you can let us come inside you this time, princess?" He tries, "I saw the dumb look you made earlier when Satoru came inside you. I know you want us to." He pushes your hair from your face, smiling as he watches you nod dumbly, your brain slipping in and out as you're pushed to the edge of your limit, your body buzzing from the sensation of his fingers and the two cocks inside you. Looking over your shoulder he gives Satoru a nod, "Cum inside her."

At just like that, they're both releasing inside you, their hips stopping as they paint the insides of your cunt white, some of it dribbling out, your own release following. You shake between them, your mind falling blank, your entire being burning. 

You don't know how much time has passed, but your brain is just catching up to you when the door is swung open pink head flashing in your vision. "What the fuck?" Sukuna roars, forcing your brain to finally catch up with your body.

You're still on the bed naked, laying beside Satoru, and Suguru's at your window, smoking again, sweats hanging from his hips.

"Hey, man, sorry we couldn't help ourselves to your toy."

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Steve holds your gaze and slowly, so slowly, brings a hand to the growing bulge in his jeans and readjusts his cock. You suck in a startled breath.

"C'mon," he says, eyes lowering with pleasure as he palms his length, "Can you blame me? Can you-" He shudders and tugs with a little more fervor. "Sweetheart, would you come over here?"

The shush of his palm over denim plays loud, your footsteps louder. Steve holds a hand up before you can reach him. His belt buckle clinks as he pulls it open.

"What? Am I just s'posed to stand here?" you ask shyly. Is that really enough? You in your cotton panties, a foot away?

"You could take off your shirt?" he suggests.

He's definitely messing with you. You follow his hand as it dissappears under the waistband of his boxers and decide to call his bluff, tucking your elbow into the lip of your shirt and pulling it up over your head. You make sure to arch your back as you do, tummy jutting forward and tits bouncing gently as you strip.

The little movement is enough to make Steve moan. A familiar ache grows between your thighs.

"Shit," he says, breaking easy, "shit, fine. Please, come and sit on my lap." You're unimpressed. "Come on, come and sit on my lap."

Unfortunately, you break easy too. He holds out his free hand and you take it, easing yourself over one of his thighs as he pulls you in, mindful of his second, stuttering hand tucked away in his boxers. "There you go," he murmurs as you settle.

Your cunt presses hot to denim. He must feel it.

You hold your hands to your neck, unsure for a moment on what to do next. Sex isn't always as cut and clean as you want it to be and you worry if you get greedy quick you won't be able to draw it out as long as you want to tonight. Steve seems to be on the same page, his fingers massaging slowly up the inside of your thigh.

"Can I touch you?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say. You swallow roughly. "Please."

He skips the bump of your cunt completely to toy with the ribbon on your panties, a dainty white bow. His knuckles brush the trembling skin under your belly button and you both react.

"Tickles?" he asks at your giggling.

"Uh-huh."

Steve slides the tip of his finger under the waistband and pulls. It snaps back against your skin and makes you jump. He does it again, running his finger back and forth until your squirming in his lap, anticipation a heavy heat in your core.

He lifts his gaze to yours, hand pulled from the confines of his boxers and reaching for your hip. Fat melds under his grip as he pulls you forward, cunt dragging up his thigh. You all but sink into him, nose bridge pressing to his as you dip your chin for a kiss.

You can't help yourself. He kisses you and all you can do is grind against him, arms wrapping tight around his neck as time stretches and want burns. He laughs into your kisses and slouches down, brings you with him, hands roving over your skin salacious and greedy.

Steve pulls away, leaving you damp and wanting as he says, "I can feel you."

"Can feel you too," you say quietly.

"Think you're making a mess on me, baby. Making a mess of your nice panties."

You huff an embarrassed laugh. "Shush," you plead.

"I won't shush." He grabs a handful of your ass and pulls, spreading your cunt enough to make you sigh aloud. "You think 'cos they're covering you up I don't know what's underneath? Think I don't know you back to front by now?"

"I know, just... they're nothing fancy-"

"Fuck, who needs fancy?"

"You really don't mind them?" you ask, heart beating fast as a mouse's.

"I'd definitely say I like them, baby. Want me to show you how much?"

You screw your fingers in the neckline of his t-shirt. "Please, Stevie. I... I want you. Need you to touch me."

Gojo Satoru

✰ Satoru Takes the role of side dick Seriously like his reputation is on the line

✰ Anytime or anyplace he’s ready to pleasure you right, just call him and he’ll come running

✰ He has you down in his phone as “🔒” cause he got the master key for you baby

✰ He could be in a fight against a curse and he’ll stop right in the middle of it just to take your call; After he gets off the phone with you he wraps the fight up quick as hell cause You Need Him!

✰ Your deadbeat husband never deserved you in the first place and Satoru will be The first to tell you this, you finally got what you deserve… Him

✰ Satoru has fucked you on every surface of your home and he’s proud of the fact

✰ At this point he’s not a sneaky link, there is literally nothing sneaky with the nasty shit he does to you

✰ Hickeys on your neck, bruises on your thighs and his seed leaking into your panties for days make it hard for you to hide your affair from your husband

✰ Ever since you got with Satoru you've been able to do things you were never able to do, From different positions to deep throating him perfectly. He’s training you to fuck better and you don’t mind: you have even become more flexible

You laid upon the plush Mattress of Satoru’s bed as he lowered in himself into you, your pussy was already tender from the five orgasms he had given to you earlier but you couldn’t help but wet your lips from anticipation

His hands held your legs for the perfect mating press.

As he entered you Satoru couldn’t help but moan and shudder against you “ ah you’re taking me so well like I knew you could, You’re so wet, tight, and gorgeous” he said breathlessly as he fucked into you like a deprived madman

In this position, you felt so good as his dick tenderly kissed parts of you no man had ever reached before, your eyes had tears of pleasure in them as he fucked you dumb. Your hands roamed his toned body as you felt his muscles ripple as he thrust in and out of you as you screamed his name

“Always so fucking perfect for me. Always doing your best” he grunts out as he presses you deeper into the mattress, his balls slapping your ass so deliciously. his left hand grabbed your face to lock eyes with you “ Come on baby, and cum for me” his words were all you need to cum hard around his dick making your toes curl

He fucked you delightfully through your orgasm before he came deep inside you, Satoru propped himself on his arms while his dick was still buried deep in you as he kissed your lips tenderly pulling away for you “ I hope you’re not too tired, I’m ready to go again baby”

You were always willing for Him.

Geto Suguru

✰ Suguru relishes the fact that you CHOOSE to Fuck HIM over your husband, you really need his dick bad huh? He is superior after all

✰ He doesn’t blame you for getting side dick from him, Your husband is quite the Pathetic man chasing after his pleasure from outside hands

✰ That's why Suguru feels no pity as you climb into his car and the first thing you do is feel up on his dick, you deserve to get dicked down right. You’re worth it babe

✰ Suguru has rules for you though: He never fucks you at your place and you can’t play with yourself anymore, He takes full responsibility for your pleasure and he wears it proudly

✰ Fucks you in his car, at his place, and at any hotel that is near enough cause he Needs you to be under him

✰ When he’s done with you he wants you to stay beside him because he doesn’t want you to go home to that cold lonely place (He catching feelings)

✰ Loves when you talk to your husband on the phone while he’s in you, it drives him to fuck you harder so you can moan out and let your husband know you’re getting it good

You’re currently seated on top of Suguru as he thrusts up into you, his hands are wrapped around your throat so pleasantly as your left hand laid on his firm chest, and your right hand?? It held your cell phone that you were currently talking to your husband on

“Yeah.. I’m .. alright.. just doing … Yoga” you answered your husband as Suguru hands tighten around your throat, his hips jackhammered up into you at an unbelievable pace making you tremble as he smiled up at you

You nearly moaned out when he pinched your nipple out of nowhere “Ahh.. NO I’m fine.. Just this pose …is very hard ..to hold” you could barely keep it together while your husband kept questioning you as You were rolling your hips around to keep up with Suguru thrusts. Suguru played with your clit with his hand that wasn’t around your neck

His dick in your pussy, his hand around your neck, and his fingers on your clit were making you touch and feel every constellation before you knew it you had came around his dick, dropping your phone in the process as your eyes rolled back in bliss

Looking down you got a fright when you came down from your high, Suguru had your phone in his hand with a devilish look in his eyes “Yeah I’m sorry Man but They’re getting dicked down Reaaal Good right now, They’ll call you back when they’re fully satisfied” you only stare in shock as Suguru end the call on your screaming husband.

Uh oh.

Fushiguro Toji

✰ Toji doesn’t give a damn if you're married. Hell he’s going to fuck you like you’re his anyway

✰ Your husband is a wimp, a chump, and a loser who rather go out to play instead of enjoying what he got at home. Toji doesn’t respect the man.

✰ That’s why he fucks you in the bed you share with your husband whenever he can

✰ Honestly, You’re too kind Buying Toji sweaters with the credit card your husband gave you, if you’re giving Toji is taking.

✰ The same can be said about your body. if you’re Giving him an inch of you, every night Toji is greedily happily going to take it while making you scream his name so loud that your neighbors can hear you

✰ He wishes your husband would catch him while he’s raw balls deep in you, He really wants to beat the hell out of your husband

✰ He’s very bold with it. Parking his car on the front lawn of your yard, Taking his clothes off and leaving a trail of them from the front door to the bedroom, Leaving his dirty underwear where your husband can easily find it. All this so your husband can know you’re getting fucked by a Real Man

You’re on your knees as Toji fucks you from behind, his thumb delightfully rubbing circles on your clit as your face is pressed against the mattress

Your words are coming out all broken as his dick reaches places inside you that only he can touch “fee sooo goo” you moan out

Toji Hips stopped “ Use your words, I haven’t fucked you that silly” He grunts into your ear. “Toji it feels so good” you moan out perfectly as his hips start back to thrusting into you “ That’s what I want” He voice deeply says as his thumb finds your clit again making you squirm against the onslaught of pleasure he giving to you

You couldn’t help your body involuntary clenching on his dick as he stuffed you full of him making Toji Grunt against you, without any control You came around his dick so prettily as your body went limp against the Mattress.

Toji wasn’t far behind you as he greedily chased his own orgasm, coming deep inside you before giving you a few more shallow thrusts. He got off of you and sucked your juices off his thumb while he cleaned his dick off with one of your husband’s clean silk shirts only stopping to smile at you when you both heard your husband scream out “WHAT THE FUCK?”

Toji cracked his knuckles, Oh it's on.

Ryomen Sukuna

✰ The King of Curses has you whipped

✰ Sukuna got you driving him around in the car your husband bought you, He fucks you in the penthouse your husband paying for and he got you waking up out of your sleep late at night for a dick appointment cause you need him so bad

✰ You are a proud addict of his and you could never be ashamed of being addicted to the Man who calls himself the king of curses

✰ How many times have you Crawled on the plush wool carpet of your bedroom to Sukuna?? You’ll never know. You have no shame, you’ll live on your knees for eternity if it pleases Sukuna

✰ In Sukuna's eyes, you are his and he will kill anyone who disagrees including that worm you call a husband who treats you like a worthless object.. especially him.

✰ You won’t hide the fact Sukuna fucking you on the side (Not like you can) You proudly show your bruises and love bites that Sukuna gave to you

✰ The Aura around you makes people back the fuck off including your husband who hides from you

✰ Being Sukuna’s pet comes with its benefits and immense pleasure that no other can replicate

Currently, Sukuna had you in front of your full-length mirror fucking you dumb while he held you up in his arms

Your back was facing his chest as he held your legs wide open with his hands, you couldn’t do anything but drool on your chest and moan obscenities; His dick had you all the way intoxicated, and the way it was moving in & out of you?? Had you hypnotized

You closed your eyes when you were close to cumming, making Sukuna stop his thrusts “ Look at what I am doing to you, I want you to study it. I want you to worship it” He growled into your ear.

The tears forming in your eyes were from the lack of movement you were feeling, You wanted to cum so badly so you did exactly as your king said while he went back to fucking you deeply

The noises of his grunts and your dirty moans feel the room. His claws digging into your flesh was an Additional sensation to push you over the edge as your pussy throbbed around him “ My King can I cum?” you were able to force out Coherently knowing damn well he would stop if you didn’t say it right.

“You can cum pet” Sukuna growled into your neck before licking it. With his permission you came hard, you were trembling uncontrollably with each squeeze your pussy gave his dick

Sukuna came with you but he wasn’t done yet, He continued to fuck you all through the night until you were pleasantly sore. He was going to make you high off of him and you are going to dedicate each orgasm he gives you to the love of him.

Nanami Kento

✰ Never in a million years, Did Nanami think he’ll fall for someone already married

✰ Nanami was always too busy to cater to his personal life and Needs, personally he never saw himself as sidepiece material, He viewed marriage as a sacred thing that no one should interfere with but then you came along and changed everything for him

✰ It started innocent enough, long conversations on the phone with you and spending his free time with you as friends but it blossom into something more

✰ Your husband is a drunken brute who is always too busy entertaining his drinks and strange women to even show you a drop of love

✰ Hell Nanami didn’t even feel sorry for the fool as his relationship with you grew into something lust filled

✰ Nights When he gets off late from work and He come by your place to pick you up, ✰ A bouquet of roses awaits you on the passenger seat of his Lexus

✰ After you two kiss, Nanami driving you to a five star hotel where your passion filled night can began

✰ He always have a glass of bourbon before he makes love to you, it's a tradition that relaxes him

✰He never fucks you, Nanami makes tender love to you and he worships your body; Never to leave a harsh mark on you

Nanami had spent an hour kissing and worshipping your pussy, the orgasms he gave you were bountiful and heavenly.

Currently he was finally inside you, his thrusts were soft yet with a purpose as his tongue circled around your nipple. You couldn’t help but arch your back to his Ministrations as Your fingernails clawed his back, you were lost in pleasure

“You’re so perfect and beautiful” Nanami moaned up at you “Like you were made just for me “ he said before his lips caught yours, your tongues dancing with each other

Nanami was relishing the way your pussy squeezed and pulled him in like you were starved for him, the sensation made him tingle as your hands held onto his arms

He was hitting your G spot so good that you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, his hand holding your own as he helped you along the way to your orgasm. The sound of you two making love filled the room so pleasantly.

Nanami's free hand found your clit as he tenderly rubbed circles matching up to the pace he’s thrusting into you, his eyes staring into your own as sweat beaded down his face. You came while holding his hand, your free hand brushing back his hair as he came with you

“Ken” You softly said, “Yes dear?’ He answered back, “I think I’m in love with you” you breathlessly said

If only you knew he had fallen for you long ago

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