K Y O T O K I S S E S

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۫ ׅ ｍｅ.ᐟ.ᐟ (just some brief info abt me!)

ꜱᴍᴜᴛᴛʏ , ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ , ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ , ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍ , ᴄᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ , ᴇᴛᴄ.

satoru’s face was flushed a pretty pink, a dewy haze softening his features and leaving his skin faintly luminous as he kissed you with a sloppy gentleness — warm, lingering, and achingly tender — that mirrored his neediness.

“oh mommy — please... oh, my, fu—” his words broke apart, trailing into a strained, breathless whimper. the sound that escaped was swallowed by your lips bracketing his, fingers moving to delicately tug! at the ivory locs adorning his scalp.

he looked utterly disheveled — his glasses fogged and sitting crooked on the bridge of his nose, a faint flush creeping across his features. his breathing came unevenly, shoulders rising and falling as he struggled to gather himself.

the sight stirred something deep within you. you felt yourself clench at the view. there was a rawness to him in that moment — a submissive need electrifying his skin.

you broke apart the kiss with a wet pop. a sultry smile covering your glossy, spit-sheened lips. “it’s just kissing, ‘toru. don’t tell me you’re close?”

satoru’s face burned with embarrassment. that crimson color — which you knew all too well — trailing up the long expanse of his body. his teeth pressed into his lower lip, eyes wet as he stared at—no—admired the soft features of your face. your palm grazed his thigh, dragging itself over where the tip of his hard cock was pressed flush to his sweats. it only took a few grinds before his cock splurted out thick cum all in his underwear.

his head dropped in shame, chest heaving erratically at his own embarrassment. “aww, baby… you really can’t last, can you?” you cooed, finally pulling his half-erect cock out. thick globs of cum still rolling down his hard, veiny length. a shameless moan fell from his lips as he bucked his hips into your loose grip, searching for any semblance of friction.

”oh my gosh… m’so sensitive — mommy, please!” his words slipped clumsily from his lips, head tipping back from the slight touch. you tightened your hold on his cock, resulting in a full body shudder to wrack his muscles. his stomach tightened, and his breath picked up. the slight squelch! of your hand continued to fill the room.

“oh, baby. i know you are..” a giggle bubbled from your throat as you stared at the fucked out expression playing on his face.

his eyes sparkled as high whine punched all air from his chest, his back arching off the bed as he let himself fall apart.

“m’cumming! oh my fu — hngghh!” he came again. hot ropes of cum flying up onto his chest, landing on yours — and his — cheek.

“you filthy boy, you couldn’t wait for mommy’s permission?” you stared down at him, faux disgust covering your features. a wet slap! landing on his aching length, making it bob against his damp skin. he squeaked at your words. squeaked.

“i-i’m sorry, i really couldn’t hold it. it — it felt so good.” he breathed out, voice a raspy mess. he shrunk under your relentless gaze. he knew he would get punished, but it didn’t dim the blooming arousal that clouded his mind, and spotted his vision.

“felt so good, huh? so you looooove the pleasure, don’t you. seems like you wouldn’t mind being edged then, would you, puppy?” he gulped audibly, nodding despite the knot forming low in his belly.

“y-yes, mommy. please edge me — i need it.”

⌗ orgasm control and edging , mommy kink , nsfw , choso is pathetic , he MOANS , sub!choso , dom!reader , fem!reader

“mngh — mommy, please!”

choso’s voice cracked — raw and completely spent from your slow, agonizing ministrations. the bedroom was swallowed by heavy, suffocating shadows, illuminated only by the faint, amber glow of a candle sitting atop the vanity. the air felt thick, humid, and heavy with the scent of musk and sweet exhaustion. 

you had been edging him the entire week—building him up to that mouth-watering, torturous peak, only to pull away and leave him burning in the dark over and over again. he had been writhing beneath your touch for the last hour, skin slick with a feverish sweat that shimmered dimly in the gloom as his trembling hands fisted the damp, ruined sheets. every heavy gasp tore from his throat, echoing against the quiet room — his muscles twitching helplessly against the friction, completely unraveled and at your mercy in the deep, quiet night.

“shh, it’s okay cho…” you cooed into the heavy quiet, a faint, sharp smile cutting through the suffocating shadows at his broken whimpers and desperate moans. 

the bedroom remained swallowed in that thick, humid darkness, the air dense and clinging to bare skin, saturated with the deep scent of musk and feverish heat. you tightened your grip just a fraction, a micro-movement that completely unraveled whatever thread of control he had left—his spine snapping taut, his back arching violently off the mattress as a ragged, breathless cry tore from deep in his throat. he blindly chased the friction of your palm, every muscle in his body strained to the absolute limit, desperate and ruined as the blinding, white-hot euphoria of almost reaching the edge washed over him.

“i’m — hngh! i’m so c-close mommy, please” he pleaded.

but just as the peak arrived, you suddenly pulled your hand away. the sudden, biting cold left him utterly stranded in the dark, the abrupt loss of contact causing a frustrated, agonizing wail to echo against the quiet walls. stripped of the release he was begging for, his body collapsed back into the damp, tangled sheets, trembling all over as the crushing weight of the denial left him shivering and utterly unfulfilled in the gloom.

“only four more baby,” you spoke softly, a honeyed tone injected into your words. “then i’ll let you cum as much as you want.” you whispered into the quiet, the only other sound his ragged breathing. he nodded frantically, too dazed and fucked out to make a sentence.

“okay, fuck — okay, mommy.” he breathed out.

synopsis : a day full of tension and a stuffy car ride stir up new feelings in you, and maybe ino. this could go one or two ways, and it’s seem likes it’s leaning to one more than the other…

kyoto’s kiss : this might be a little ooc so sorry guys. no smut too 😓

the soft hum of the engine vibrated gently through the air, low and steady, blending with the faint whisper of tires gliding across the pavement. the car felt warm, cocooned in a kind of quiet that wasn’t empty, but full — comfortable, lived-in. the scent of his cologne lingered, something subtle and clean with a hint of spice, mixing with the faint trace of leather from the seats.

your head turned slowly, almost without thinking, until your gaze settled on him. your eyes drifted over the hard line of his jaw, tracing its shape as if you were committing it to memory. the dim light slipping in through the window caught against his skin, highlighting the slight shadow of stubble there. your gaze moved higher, softer now, settling on his cheek — on the small moles scattered there like constellations. you found yourself counting them without meaning to, your focus narrowing, the rest of the world blurring out.

for a moment, all you could hear was the quiet rhythm of his breathing, the subtle shift of fabric when he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel.

“s’there a problem?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like it had been pulled from somewhere deep in his chest. there was a quiet smile threading through his words, one you could hear even before you saw it.

you blinked, the spell breaking as his voice pulled you back. awareness rushed in all at once — the closeness, the fact that you’d been staring, the way his attention had shifted to you. heat crept up your neck, blooming across your cheeks in a slow, undeniable flush.

“no…” you hummed, the word soft and slightly breathless as you turned your head a little too quickly, your gaze snapping toward the window. the glass felt cool against the warmth radiating from your skin, a small relief. beside you, he let out a husky chuckle, low and knowing. it lingered in the space between you, wrapping around your senses and settling somewhere deep in your chest, making your heart stutter just a little.

you cracked the window open just a little more, the glass whining softly as it slid down, letting the cool night air rush in and whip against your burning face. it hit you all at once — sharp, restless, threading through your hair and skimming over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. it smelled faintly of damp pavement and distant rain, with a trace of gasoline that lingered at the back of your throat. the wind roared softly past the car, a steady hush that filled the silence without quite breaking it.

the tension in the car was suffocating — thick and unmoving, like it had settled into every corner, pressing against your chest. it crept slowly down your throat and filled your lungs until each breath felt too small, too tight, like you couldn’t quite get enough air no matter how hard you tried. even the seat beneath you felt too warm, the fabric clinging faintly to your skin.

a storm of thoughts churned in your mind, loud and relentless, overlapping until you couldn’t separate one from the next. they pressed against your skull, heavy and insistent, blooming into a dull, throbbing headache right behind your eyes. your jaw tightened without you noticing, fingers twitching restlessly in your lap as your nails dragged lightly against your own skin.

you inhaled deeply, the cold air stinging your nose and throat as it filled your lungs, almost too sharp — but you welcomed it anyway, hoping it would clear the fog, steady the spinning in your head, give you something real to hold onto.

it didn’t.

your ears rang faintly, like the world had been turned down just a notch, and you let your thoughts spiral anyway, drifting further and further until everything around you dulled — the low hum of the engine, the faint vibration beneath your feet, even the quiet rhythm of breathing that wasn’t yours.

until a sudden tap on your goosebump-covered thigh snapped everything back into place.

the contact was light, but it burned — a small, grounding point of warmth against your chilled skin. your muscles tensed instinctively, breath catching as sensation rushed back all at once.

“mm, yeah?” your voice came out softer than you expected, slightly hoarse, like you hadn’t used it in a while. you turned your head, a little too quickly, eyes dropping instinctively to the fingers resting against your bare thigh. they were warm — noticeably so — and you could feel the faint pressure of each fingertip, the contrast making your skin prickle.

ino’s gaze locked onto yours, steady and searching, and it sent a slow, crawling shiver down your spine. there was an intensity in his eyes that made it hard to look away, like he was trying to pull something out of you without saying a word. you didn’t miss the slight crease between his eyebrows, the subtle tension in his expression, or the way his fingers lingered for just a second longer than necessary.

the air between you felt different up close — warmer, tinged faintly with his scent, something clean with a hint of cologne and something unmistakably him.

“i’ve been calling your name for like three minutes,” he said, voice low, careful, almost cautious — like he didn’t want to startle you further. “you sure you’re okay?”

the soft red of the car in front of the two of you beamed against his face — illuminating the soft curve of his furrowed brows, and the finely sculpted lines of his cheekbones. you nodded slowly, the soft rub of his palm against your thigh grounding you. you swallowed, feeling clammy as his stare pinned you. 

“well, i guess it can’t be helped, then,” he said huskily — almost to himself. he quickly turned the corner, pulling into the small lot waiting outside the bar. the streetlights shimmered against the slightly damp pavement, casting long, wavering reflections that stretched and broke with every slow roll of the tires as you kept your eyes trained outside.

the car returned to its quiet hum — low, steady, almost lulling — but now it felt different, charged with something heavier, something that pressed in close and grew harder and harder for both of you to ignore. the air inside was warm, faintly fogged at the edges of the windows, and filled with the subtle, lingering scent of his cologne—clean, woodsy, threaded with something darker— that seemed to cling to every breath you took.

a sigh slipped from your chest as the cool night air rushed in when the door cracked open — sweeping over your uncomfortably warm cheeks, chasing away the heat in uneven waves. it grazed along the soft expanse of your bare legs — raising a faint trail of goosebumps in its wake — while the distant murmur of voices and the low thrum of music from the bar spilled out into the night, wrapping around you both like a quiet, inescapable pull.

when you walked in, you were immediately enveloped in a plethora of sensations — the rich smell of fried food and sharp alcohol curling through the air and tickling your nose, the constant bustle of overlapping laughter and loud conversation humming against your ears, the warmth of the crowded room melting into your skin and slowly replacing the unease that had once sat heavy in your chest. 

dim golden lights glowed overhead — reflecting off glasses, silverware, and the polished wooden floors — while the faint bass of music vibrated beneath your feet. somewhere nearby, ice clinked against glass, followed by another burst of laughter that made the atmosphere feel all the more alive.

your eyes quickly scanned the packed room before landing on the familiar table surrounded by yuji and a few of your other friends. relief immediately loosened the tension in your shoulders, and you let out a quiet sigh — the corners of your lips pulling into a soft smile at the sight of the group.

“hey, guys!” you announced your presence, your voice lifting just enough to carry over the noise around you — earning a chorus of squeals, excited greetings, and soft-voiced replies that instantly wrapped you in a familiar sense of comfort.

you sat down quickly — barely having enough time to settle into your seat before you were pulled straight into another conversation. voices overlapped all around you, loud and animated, blending together with the constant clink of glasses and silverware. ino sat beside you, already leaning forward as he sparked up a conversation with nanami, his words quick and lively while nanami responded with his usual calm composure. the smell of food lingered heavily in the air — warm spices, buttery appetizers, and the faint bite of alcohol weaving together beneath the low amber lighting of the restaurant.

this was your environment — the boisterous atmosphere, the constant noise that somehow never felt overwhelming, the aura of easy smiles and effortless laughter surrounding you like a comforting blanket. here, the tightness in your chest eased naturally, replaced by warmth that spread through you with every passing joke and familiar voice.

you were piss drunk. even that itself was an understatement — you could barely stand up straight, for christ’s sake. your words stumbled together in a lazy slur as everything around you softened at the edges, lights smearing into gold and crimson streaks beneath your half-lidded gaze. the air smelled like cheap liquor, smoke, and expensive cologne thick enough to choke on. bass from the music throbbed through your ribs while the drink in your hand burned warmly down your throat, keeping the pleasant haze wrapped tight around your mind.

you didn’t know where ino was, and honestly, you weren’t concerned with him anymore — not when the glass pressed cool against your fingertips demanded all of your attention.

a laugh bubbled from your throat at whatever conversation was happening between you and this guy. you thought his name was naoya, though you hadn’t been listening nearly enough to be sure. he was handsome, unfortunately so, with sharp hazel eyes and aristocratic features so refined they almost looked carved rather than born. his blonde hair fell messily across his forehead, expensive rings catching flashes of dim light whenever he lifted his drink. there was something cruel lurking beneath his smirk, though — arrogance dripping off him as naturally as breathing. the kind of man who knew people looked at him and expected them to keep doing it.

you could already tell he was a douche.

his hands were already moving to your waist, fingers pressing through the thin fabric of your shirt as he coaxed you toward the edge of the crowd. the heat of his touch made your stomach churn. his insincerely smooth tone slid over your skin like oil, thick and nauseating, while the twisted smile pulling at his lips only added fuel to the flame already burning in your chest. the bass from the music throbbed beneath your feet, rattling through your ribs hard enough to make your pulse feel uneven.

“i think i’m alright — i’m here with friends,” you rushed out, the words tumbling clumsily over each other. your mouth had gone dry, tongue sticking for a second before you forced the sentence out. the sharp scent of alcohol lingered on his breath, close enough to make your nose wrinkle.

his smile dropped immediately, warping into something ugly. irritation flashed across his face before he reached for your forearm, fingers twitching with impatience as he tried to yank you away from the group. panic crackled hot beneath your skin. every muscle in your body locked up at once, your shoulders tightening instinctively as cold dread crawled down your spine.

before his touch could even register against your goosebumped skin, a heavy hand clapped over your shoulder.

the impact was solid — grounding. warmth seeped through your clothes instantly, large fingers curling just enough to anchor you in place without hurting. a looming presence unfolded behind you, swallowing the tiny space between the three of you whole. it radiated off him in suffocating waves — sharp, heavy, dangerous enough to make the air suddenly feel thinner.

the noise around you dulled strangely after that. conversations blurred into muffled static beneath the pounding music, and all you could hear was the uneven rhythm of your own heartbeat thudding in your ears. the scent of expensive cologne mixed with smoke drifted around you, darker and cleaner than the stench of liquor clinging to naoya.

naoya’s gaze flickered upward. for the first time since he approached you, uncertainty cracked through his expression. his jaw tightened. then he scoffed — forced and brittle — before taking a slow step back. confusingly to you — but thankfully — he let go.

a voice rasped your name from somewhere behind you—tight, low, threaded with irritation sharp enough to cut through the pounding music and haze clouding your head.

a voice rasped your name from somewhere in front of you—tight, low, threaded with irritation sharp enough to cut through the pounding music and haze clouding your head.

“we’re leaving. now.”

you spun around too quickly, the room tilting for half a second beneath your heels. a frown spread across your features as your glossy eyes lifted to ino. the colored lights flashing across the room painted hard shadows over his face, making him look darker somehow—more exhausted, more dangerous. his usually smooth expression had cracked completely; brows drawn tight, jaw flexing hard enough to twitch, eyes pinned to you with a look that made your stomach dip.

he looked one word away from snapping.

“i don’t wanna leave,” you whined, voice slurred at the edges from the alcohol buzzing warmly through your veins. your arms crossed over your chest stubbornly, lips curling into a pout. the sugary drink still lingered on your tongue, mixed with the sharp sting of liquor every time you swallowed.

ino groaned quietly at the sight of you—long and tired, dragging a hand down his face before crouching slightly to meet your eye level. he even bent down, and it felt overwhelming.

“it’s either you go with me,” he said slowly, voice rough and gravelly from hours of dealing with you, “or i carry you out. and i will.” the warning slid down your spine like heat.

his husky drawl curled low in your stomach, making your breath hitch embarrassingly fast. warmth pooled between your thighs at the tone alone, and you pressed your legs together instinctively. ino noticed immediately—of course he did. his eyes narrowed for a brief second before he exhaled sharply through his nose and shook his head like he was trying not to lose his mind.

“you’re unbelievable,” he muttered.

before you could protest again, his hands slid beneath your bare thighs—warm, broad palms smoothing against your skin—and suddenly the floor disappeared beneath you.

“what the fuck—!”

your voice cracked as he hoisted you up effortlessly against him. instinctively, your arms looped around his shoulders while your legs wrapped around his waist. the movement knocked the breath from your lungs, a dizzy flutter erupting in your stomach when his grip tightened to keep you steady.

god, he was warm.

you could feel the solid muscle beneath his shirt, smell the faint mix of cologne, sweat, and smoke clinging to him. his chest rose heavily against yours as he adjusted you higher, one hand spreading across your lower back while the other squeezed your thigh possessively enough to make your pulse skip.

people stared as he carried you through the crowd, but ino didn’t even glance at them. his expression stayed stormy, focused entirely on getting you out.

still, despite the irritation carved into every sharp line of his face, his thumb rubbed absentminded circles into your back—gentle, automatic, comforting.

“you’ll thank me in the morning,” he murmured darkly near your ear.

the deep rasp of his voice sent another shiver through you. your face burned hotter as you buried yourself closer against him, suddenly very aware of how easily he held you like you weighed nothing at all.

synopsis: the tension between you and ino has been clawing at you. his long glances, and sensual touches making your knees feel week. but the worst thing about the whole situation is that he’s so unaffected by all of it! or so you thought…

“nobara, i’m telling you!” a laugh bubbled from your throat, bright and uncontrollable, spilling into the warm, slightly stale air of the apartment as you chatted happily with her. “and the strange thing is, i literally told her that he was cheating! oh — and guess what she told me?”

“what!” nobara voice rang from next to you, sharp and eager, her face twisting into a question look as the couch creaked beneath the both of you.

“she called me a fucking liar!” you scoffed, the words tasting bitter even as they left your mouth, and she bursted out laughing. the sound echoed off the walls, loud and full, filling every corner of the room. you soon joined, flopping on your back, the fabric of the couch rough against your skin as you held onto your stomach, laughter spilling out in uneven breaths.

sadly the both of your joy was cut short by a knock, ino.

the sound was dull but firm, knuckles against wood, cutting clean through the noise like a blade. it lingered in the air even after it ended.

ino was your roommate, your extremely attractive roommate. it’s not like you weren’t aware of it, hell — you’ve known the guy for 13 years! it just so happened that the moment you both reached college, it finally dawned on you. his once gangly, too long for his body, arms slowly shifted into toned biceps and triceps, veins faintly visible beneath warm skin. his shoulders had broadened without you noticing, stretching the fabric of his shirts just enough to make it obvious, and his voice — deeper now, smoother — seemed to settle into the space around him whenever he spoke.

even the way he stood in the doorway sometimes, one hand braced against the frame, carried a kind of presence that made the apartment feel smaller, like the air had to adjust to fit him.

he called your name from behind the door, his voice low and familiar, slightly muffled by the thin wood but still enough to make something in your chest tighten. you gave nobara a look, throwing your head back in annoyance before slowly standing up, the cushions shifting beneath you as your laughter died down into a quiet exhale.

the door opened to reveal a shirtless ino, a normal occurrence to you since he absolutely refused to wear any shirts. the hallway light spilled over him, catching on the planes of his chest and the defined lines of his shoulders, casting soft shadows along the ridges of muscle. his hair was slightly damp, strands clinging to his forehead, and the faint scent of soap and something warmer—something that was just him—hung in the air between you.

nobara watched, eyes flicking between the two of you, as he pulled you through the threshold of the door, fingers wrapping around your wrist with an ease that felt practiced, leading you outside the room. the air in the hallway was cooler, quieter, the muffled hum of the apartment settling around you like a held breath.

“you’re loud, like, really fucking loud.” he dipped his head down to the soft curve where your jaw met your ear, his breath warm against your skin, sending a faint shiver down your spine. his gruff voice reverberated through your skull as he spoke, low and close, the words brushing against you more than landing.

he absentmindedly stroked your wrist as he awaited for your reply, thumb tracing slow, careless circles over your skin, rough fingertips catching slightly as if he wasn’t fully aware he was doing it. his eyes stayed on you, steady, probing, like he was trying to pull something out of you that you hadn’t even said yet.

“sorry.” you whispered, your voice clipped, barely more than air. it’s not like you weren’t aware you were trying to give him an attitude, but the soft scent of him drifted into your space — clean soap, something faintly woody, and unmistakably him — and it made it hard to think, your thoughts slipping over themselves as your pulse picked up in your throat.

his eyes scanned slowly across your face, lingering just a second too long on your lips before lifting again, before giving you a curt, almost reluctant nod. “yuji asked if you were down to get dinner with everyone else — you could bring nobara too, if you’d like,” he spoke again, his voice lower than usual, rough around the edges like it had been dragged through something unspoken.

you held his gaze, unable to look away, even as the air between you thickened, pressing in on your lungs. the tension felt heavier now, suffocating, like it was wrapping around your throat and tightening with every second of silence.

“yeah,” you replied quickly, the word slipping out before you could steady it. your voice came out breathless, unfamiliar to your own ears, like it didn’t quite belong to you. “that’s fine with me… and i’ll ask her if she wants to go.”

he stared at you for a beat longer this time, his eyes searching, unreadable, before he gave another small nod. without another word, he turned and walked back to his room, the soft thud of the door closing echoing louder than it should have in the quiet hallway.

your heart slammed hard against your ribcage, each beat sharp and uneven, as if trying to break free. warmth rushed up your neck and spread across your cheeks, leaving your skin flushed and tingling. you exhaled shakily, only then realizing you’d been holding your breath, and turned back toward your room, your steps slower now, heavier, like you were wading through the lingering weight he’d left behind.

nobara gave you a look the second you walked in—sharp, knowing, like she’d already pieced everything together without you saying a word. you sighed, the sound heavy in your chest. “don’t say anything, nobara — i know.” your eyes rolled as you flopped down onto your bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, sheets cool against your flushed skin. “yuji was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? ino and i are going,” you added, turning your head to look at her, hair brushing softly across your cheek.

“yeah, of course! uni’s been kicking my ass, and it’s been soooo long since i saw yu’,” she stretched, arms reaching above her head until her shirt lifted slightly, exposing a sliver of skin before she sat up, crossing her legs with an easy, practiced motion. “speaking of uni, i gotta go.”

you groaned, dragging a hand down your face, and she giggled, light and teasing. “sorry, babe — gotta’ get to class, but i’ll text you!” she flashed you a bright smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, as you walked her through the apartment to the door. the hallway felt warmer, quieter, your footsteps soft against the floor. the thud of the front door closing echoed imore than it should have, the sound settling into the silence that followed.

you paused for a moment, listening. the apartment felt… still. too still. ino didn’t really come out when you had company over — he is a pretty outgoing person, well, around most people — but that’s besides the point. it felt different when it was just the two of you, as if even the space between the both of you was holding it’s breath.

you padded over to his room, the floor cool beneath your feet, your knuckles tapping lightly against the thin wood before you could second-guess yourself. the sound was soft, but it seemed to linger. a few quiet creaks of the floorboards followed from inside, each one deliberate, measured, until the door finally creaked open.

he stood there, filling the doorway, the dim light from his room spilling out behind him, casting shadows along the sharp lines of his face.

“d’you eat lunch yet?” you asked, your voice softer now, almost careful. your lashes fluttered slowly as you looked up at him, gaze steady despite the faint tightness in your chest, like you were waiting for something you couldn’t quite name.

he shook his head no, his eyes still trained on yours as he didn’t speak a word. “uhh… well,” you start, your voice catching for a second before settling. “i’m about to make lunch, just something, like, light. do you want some?” you asked softly, your tone finally evening out as you spoke to him.

“yeah,” he sighed through his nose, blinking a few times like he was trying to clear something from his thoughts. “i’m down. just text me when it’s ready, alright?” you nodded, the small motion feeling heavier than it should, before making your way to the kitchen, bare feet quiet against the cool floor.

after a bit, the soft sizzle of the pan filled the space, warm and steady, mingling with the faint clink of utensils and the low hum of the fridge. the savory aroma slowly drifted through the apartment — buttery, a little garlicky, something toasty underneath — curling its way down the hall to his door. he peeped his head out, drawn in, and walked down to see, rubbing the back of his neck as he followed the smell.

“i thought you said text when it’s done?” you laughed, glancing over your shoulder as you gracefully moved through the kitchen in a practiced rhythm, turning, stirring, reaching without thinking. the light above the stove cast a soft glow over everything, catching the steam as it rose in thin wisps.

you wouldn’t say you were the best cook, but you enjoyed it — the way the air filled with warmth, the quiet focus of it, the comfort in doing something with your hands — and that’s all that mattered.

“it smelled good, so i wanted to just see,” he replied, his eyes dropping to the ground in slight embarrassment, lashes casting faint shadows against his cheeks. a honeyed smile spread across your lips as you watched him, warm and a little amused.

“well, it’s done anyways. come sit.” you beckoned him over to the table, nudging the chair out with your foot before placing a plate in front of him. the food still steamed, heat curling up in soft tendrils, carrying that same rich, savory scent. you watched him carefully as he took a bite, your gaze flicking to his eyes, searching for even the smallest shift in his expression.

“fuck,” he whispered, almost breathless, and went in for another bite before he’d even finished the first. “it’s good,” he said in between bites, words a little rushed, like he couldn’t get them out fast enough. the quiet scrape of his fork against the plate filled the space between you.

you gave him a lopsided grin, one brow lifting as you leaned back slightly, arms folding loose across your middle. “can’t be that good, and calm down — you’ll burn your tongue!” you laughed, the sound light and easy, as you sat down next to him. the chair creaked softly beneath you, and you finally took a bite yourself, the warmth of the food settling in, tasting even better after the effort you’d put into it.

the kitchen slowly settled into a comfortable quiet after that, the kind that didn’t feel empty — just full in a different way. neither of you rushed to break the silence after that — it just lingered there, warm and easy, like it had nowhere else to be, and just like that, the noise of the day softened into something slower, the kind of quiet that carried them gently into the rest of the evening.

18+ , mdni , slight exhibitionist , p in v , moaning , pavloving

”mmh — fuck! m’close ‘ryo!” you mewled as ryomen’s large hands dragged your body up and down his length.

your ass ricocheted off his moist skin, your head tipping back as you felt yourself slipping over the edge. “y’wanna cum for me, bunny?” he groaned in your ear, a large hand coming down to knead your ass cheek

you nodded frantically, and rolled your hips into a sloppy manner down into his lap as he let you take control. a honeyed cry came from your throat as he counted down. you didn’t think anything of it, he had been doing it for a bit now. it was surprisingly stimulating as he fucked up into you with each number

“three..two — atta girl, fuck that pussy back on me.” two fingers dipped down to manipulate your throbbing clit as he finally let you cum.

“one..!” he fucked up into your cunt recklessly, throwing his head back as you clenched tightly around him.

your body shook and spasmed as the orgasm slammed into you violently. you cried his name out as he finally emptied himself inside of you.

the feeling of his hot, pulsing cum caused a shiver to climb down your spine, and your head flopped onto his chest languidly as he pressed a hand to your ass.

“sooo…fuckin’ good, ryo” you mewled, twitching as he massaged your cheek with his free hand.

“it’s sir to you, naughty girl.” a light slap graced your ass after he corrected you, your eyes rolled without even realizing the motion. you got up soon after, legs quivering from overexertion.

“ryo’, what’s with the counting thing?” you genuinely asked. it made no sense, why would he need to count every time you came? you thought it might’ve been a personal thing.. like, a problem with his cock, maybe?

“can’t tell you — but, you’ll see why, bunny.”

professor ryomen’s class felt like hell. the slow tick of the clock bouncing off the walls as everyone tried to their hardest not to pass out. you, obviously, were definitely not paying attention either. too focused on the print pressing against his dark slacks.

“so, any volunteers?” he ask, his loud voice boomed in waves across the space. he looked around for a beat before he sighed and then clapped his hands together. “seems like we gotta do this the annoying way.”

he looked around the class, his eyes stopping on you before his lips quirked up a bit.

“i’ll give you all 10 seconds to discuss, i’ll even count down for you.” that’s when you knew what he was talking about yesterday, and you knew you were fucked.

you tried — like really, really tried hard to focus on the task at hand, but his counting only reminded you of wanting to cum. his deep voice reverberated through the space as your lowered abdomen started to tighten.

you clenched your thighs together, trying hard to muffle any noise that may slip. the taste of copper danced on your tongue as you bit your lip out of desperation.

his eyes trained on you as he finished counting, hearing the sharp gasp you let out before you slumped over your table and trembled. head down, your thighs rubbed together, coming down from your orgasm.

you were packing your things up at the end of the lecture, and desperately tried to quickly leave and die in a hole. you were pulled out of your thoughts by a raspy voice calling out your name.

“c’mere, baby.” he smirked, noticing the pissed of expression that was currently written all over your usually soft features.

“what the fuck was that, ryomen?” you scoffed, and rolled your eyes at his advances.

“what was what, bunny.” he asked, taking a few long strides before his hands gripped your waist. his face was smushed into your neck, pressing soft kisses to the velvety skin.

“oh, so know you wanna be nice when no one’s here? you used that thing you did last time, and i fucking came in class.” you scowled, still embracing his touch. he chuckled into your skin, using his free hand to pull yours into his salmon locks.

“awh, c’monn.” he whined. “let me make it up to you, okay, pretty baby?” he smiled, kissing up your jaw whilst already palming your pebbled nipples through your sheer tank top

you were so fucked.

you’re disgustingly hot friend, sukuna, was currently in his gaming chair, not one care in the world. his soft LED lights glowed against the edges of his room — muted lavender fading into a gentle pink — casted a hazy, dreamlike wash over everything. the light catches on the sharp lines of his jaw, the slight sheen of sweat at his temple, the way his fingers flex around the controller.

but you, on the other hand, were laying on his bed, thighs pressed together as you lay sideways on the rumpled sheets. they smelled faintly like him—something warm and clean, mixed with the lingering scent of cologne. the mattress dipped just enough to make you feel like you were sinking into him, even from across the room.

“fuck!” he exclaimed, watching as his hp slowly down with each shot. the rapid clicking of buttons filled the room, mixing with the low hum of his console and the faint buzz of the LED strips. “are you guys fuckin’ useless?!” he yelled into his mic, so focused on the game that he didn’t even realize the way you were eyeing him..

see, it wasn’t supposed to be this bad. everyone has had just a tinnnnny crush on their friend. but it wasn’t supposed to get to the point where you’ve dreamed of fucking him. the thought of his cock slamming into you as you try to ignore the heat in your core.

“kunaaaa’!” you whined, your voice soft, almost melting into the quiet spaces between the game’s sound effects.

“yea, baby?” he rasped, his voice softer now, rough around the edges in a way that made your chest tighten.

“are you almost done?” a sigh came from your lips as you flopped over on your stomach, legs kicked up and swinging in the air. he tilted his head back to you and rolled his eyes, oblivious to your situation at the moment.

“why, you need something?” he hummed, fingers moving across the keyboard like a practiced dance. you quickly zoned out, stuck in a tranquil daze as you stared at the veins crawling from his hand to his forearm. he called your name, and you blinked rapidly — pulled out of your filthy daydreams.

“hmmm?” you drew out your words, trying to ignore the wetness that was currently pooling in your fucking panties. “i don’t need anything, jus’ bored.” you added quietly, trying to rub your thighs together discreetly.

“i’ll be done in a fuckin’ minute, alright, angel?” you nodded, knowing he couldn’t even see you, you were just trying to get off. your arousal getting unbearable at this point, you needed him. a few beats went by before you gave in and called his name. he let out a small hum — signifying he was listening — which gave you the opportunity to speak your mind.

“this may be weird, ‘kuna, but i’m really…” you trail off, too embarrassed to even continue. a small groan left your lips as your head plopped down onto his pillow, inhaling his smell. he took his headset off, confused, and pulled up a brow. you sighed exasperatedly before continuing. “really — and i mean like really” you paused, feeling your face heat up. “…wet” you whispered.

the word felt like it echoed in the room. you couldn’t bare look up and see his expression. what if you just ruined the entire friendship? you wanted to crawl up into a hole in die — well, before he spoke.

“is that why you were calling me?” he asked, his voice huskier than before. he stood up, his body tight, almost as if he would crack with one touch. he stalked closer to the bed, his eyes on you. you nodded, swallowing spit even though your mouth was completely dry.

he was wound up like a spring, closing his eyes and taking a long inhale. in his attempt of relaxation a small “‘kuna” came from you, and that there was his last straw.

he pounced on you, his lips crashed onto yours as if you were his only form of sustenance. “fuck, you know what you — mmph..! — do to me. sayin’ that shit to me, you tryna fuckin’ kill me angel?”

“need you, so much. please — ‘kuna — baby!” you moaned into his mouth. a sharp intake of air was pulled into your chest as his fingers slid into your pajama shorts, down to your sopping wet panties, and rubbed ever so slowly. “hngh..! — fuck, please. i need you!” a whine pulled from your lips, and he swallowed it with a guttural grown. your hips bucked up and your sobbing cunt clenched around absolutely nothing.

his lips traveled down to your collarbones, licking and biting your skin as if it were food. “pretty fuckin’ body, mine to ruin. my fuckin’ angel.” he almost growled into your skin. he was devouring you, two fingers rubbing your clit faster through your soaked panties until you inevitably squirted all over his hands and abdomen. hands soaked in your juices as he brought it to your lips and finger fucked your mouth.

“taste yourself, baby. oh, fuck — you’re so sexy, angel.” he moaned out. he finally pulled down your shorts, hooking your panties to the side, and revealed the glistening mess between your thighs. a groan ripped from his chest as he admired you in a mesmerized fashion. a sly grin crossed his face as he stared down at you “all this for me?”

you had nothing to say, already too fucked out to comprehend. your body buzzed with arousal as you shook slightly from the aftershocks of your orgasm. a wet slap! on your clit caused your attention to be pulled back to him “mmph — fuck. m’sensitive, ‘kuna!” you whimpered out.

he chuckled and stared at you for a beat, almost starstruck. “hm?” you hummed, voice having that post-orgasmic bliss effect.

“nothing, jus’… admiring.” he said, voice soft and almost dazed. you would be just as dazed as him, but you weren’t. that’s because he had his raging hard on pressed directly on your oversensitive cunt. he grinded down on you subconsciously, not realizing the tiny whimpers that were being pulled from your chest.

“sukuna.” you rasped. “you’re really fucking hard..” he nodded like it was an everyday thing.

“i know.” he replied, and shrugged a bit. “i want this to be about you, i mean, you did need this more than i do.” he said, and flicked your clit with his thumb.

“ngh — so you’re not gonna, fuck.. do anything about it?” you asked, absentmindedly grinding back onto him slightly — your wetness eventually causing a dark grey patch to form on his sweats.

“nope, i’ll just do what i always do when you come over.” he said, you arched a brow — confused.

“and that is?” you asked, voice skeptical.

“jerk myself off in the bathroom after you touch, or hug me.”

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