horny for jjk men

You take his thumb in between your lips for a moment to suck, your hips unconsciously rocking forward to feel more of him—more of his thickening cock that's busy jumping up against the fabric between you both. You longed to feel him fuck you full again and kiss that spongey spot inside you that always makes you sob out his name.

Batting your lashes pliantly, your lips wetly pop off of him as you pout, "Please, Hiro?"

Higuruma shakes his head almost disappointedly, "Please what, sweetheart? If you can beg, you can beg properly. Tell me exactly what it is you want from me, yeah?"

"I told you already," Your pout deepens and he fights the urge to mock you. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me."

"Atta' girl, that's all I wanted to hear." He rolls his hips up slowly to grind up against your slobbering cunt, swallowing down a groan at how soft you feel even with all the water between your bodies. "Go on then, take it. You know it's all yours."

You don't waste a single second upon hearing that. Your hands fly down to tug at his belt, letting it fling out of the tub and land somewhere on the bathroom floor with a rough clatter—shuffling beneath the bath water to unzip him, and then reaching a hand into his boxers to finally pull his cock free.

The plump head flops out first, landing up against his clothed abdomen with that sinful left curve. The sight alone has you letting out an embarrassingly desperate moan before you lift yourself and let his hands guide you by your waist until you're hovering over him.

Then, you hesitate for a second and he lifts a dark brow.

"Don't get shy on me now," Higuruma warns, tipping his head to the side and letting his grip travel down to your hips to ease your body where he needs it, "You said you wanted to ride me so, ride me. Show me how pretty you look taking my cock, c'mon."

Feeling a bit more encouraged, you finally let your hand wrap around his wiiide base and hold him in place as you sink down on him. His mushroomy tip smears your pussylips apart and chokes a moan out of both of your throats. Your lashes flutter as you continue to travel down—inch by sprawling inch—and his eyes never leave your body.

"So gorgeous," Higuruma whispers softly before using one hand to push you further down and the other to come up 'n squeeze your tits.

It's not long before both of you are getting into the rhythm of things. By the time your cunt swallows up every inch of him, left to clench and throb around his bulging base, Higuruma's got his lips latched to your perky nipples, sucking it into his mouth and letting his tongue waft around carefree.

The feel of his sloppy mouth is only lost when you get more desperate, your hips now rocking up 'n down his cock as he thwacks! against that gummy spot inside you over and over and over again.

Then his hips are bucking up into yours and the bath water is just splashing and splashing, a pool left on the outskirts of the tub—surely to be a hazard for the two of you later. His hands are at the purchase of your hips again, aiding you in your bouncing while he peers up at you with pretty glossed-over eyes.

Higuruma's a mess of pants and soft praises, words rolling off of his tongue, "Look s'beautiful fucking yourself on my cock like that. Bet it feels s'good, huh?" He teases, earning a cockdrunk nod of your head and then cracking a dazed smile at you, "Yeahh? You like fucking yourself on me like this?"

Your response is mumbled out to him but he gets the idea with how frantic your movements become.

Only a few more minutes of that pass before he's pinning you in place above him and scrunching his brows, staring dead up into your eyes before bucking his hips up with fervor.

Whatever moan was on its way out your throat trips against your vocal cords as air is politely stripped from your lungs.

Then his breath grows ragged and all thoughts between you are lost before something soooobs out his cockhead in gooey gushes, his cum flooding your walls and feeling all the more goopy inside you with the addition of the bathwater.

perm everything tags:

@navyllll @2kool4skoolll @daxphoriax @gorouenjoyer @blubearxy @wonderfullymickey @iaintblockinnobody @kitassecretgf @nanamitiddiechomper @ohreallyfriend 

@withersworld @suguphile @megottheswaskikacooooke @kvsqkiii @yourlocalcatscammer @lucy-lulu @sukubusss @sweetieelilii @lisabelhyhn @serenadesvt 

@riameriash @arminseas2 @palanggaaa @makingtimemine @theodoresvalentine @blcknebula @remscreams @jaibunni @blkkizzat @a-jazzy-bee @sktvienna 

@chloeee20 @naoybby @lanamyersismywife @strwbrrymoonwrites @andhereweareallalone @sindulgent666 @bypanana

Arriving home, the apartment door clicks shut behind the three of you. Hiromi immediately heads for the kitchen, shedding his jacket over the back of a chair, “Whiskey orrr whiskey?” he calls without turning around. You drop your bag on the entry table with more force than necessary. Nanami stays near the door for a second longer than he needs to, loosening his tie with the same deliberate calm he used to use when he was about to end a long day by ending things with you.

“Whiskey’s fine,” Nanami says. Hiromi pours three glasses without asking if anyone wants ice. He hands one to Nanami first then you. You all sit. You take the couch. Nanami takes the armchair across from you. Hiromi perches on the arm of the couch next to you, close enough that his thigh presses against your shoulder.

“So.” He swirls the glass lazily. “Kento. Still doing the corporate bullshit. “Or did you finally tell them to fuck off like we talked about senior year?” Nanami smiles, “Still employed. Still billing hours. You?”

“Still losing cases I should win and winning ones I shouldn’t.” Hiromi shrugs. “Same shit. You remember that class I had to retake four damn times?” “Oh—yeah,” he says, motioning toward you with a small lift of his chin. “You were in it. Same section. Same professor. You used to finish the hypotheticals before Ikeda even finished reading the facts. I sat behind you every Tuesday and Thursday.”

“Ikeda’s class. The one with the curved grading and the weekly hypotheticals that made half the section cry.” Hiromi clarifies. Nanami nods once. “That one.” Hiromi’s gaze snaps to you disbelieving, “You were in Ikeda’s morning section?”

You swallow. “Yeah.” staring into your whiskey like it might grow a mouth and save you.

Nanami continues, “We dated for a little over a year. Then I graduated early. Corporate offer came in. Timing didn’t work.” ‘GODFCKN DAMNIT KENTO why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.’

Hiromi goes still. The room is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator hum. Hiromi takes a sip slowly. “You dated,” he repeats. Hiromi looks at you then sets his glass down with a soft clink. “So,” he says casually, “you two have history.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Hiromi—”

Hiromi lets out a short, incredulous laugh that has no humor in it. “I was in the afternoon section. Same professor. Same material. Same fucking hell. And you—” He points at you, then at Nanami, then back at you. “—were in the same goddamn classroom as him. Every Tuesday and Thursday. For a whole semester.” You open your mouth. Nothing helpful comes out. Nanami exhales through his nose—the same sound Hiromi makes. It’s uncanny. Hiromi’s eyes flick to you. “And then you met me.”

You glare. “You’re making this weird.” “I’m making it honest.” He leans back, arms crossed. “I mean, come on. My old college friend—who I haven’t seen in years—happens to be your ex. And neither of you thought to mention it until we’re all three sitting here.”

Nanami looks at you. “I thought you would have told him.” “I thought it was ancient history,” you mutter. Hiromi snorts. “Ancient history, sure. So, which one of us fucks you better?” Kento chokes on his drink, as you shoot your boyfriend a glare, “What has gotten into you?!”

“What’s gotten into me?” he echoes, “I don’t know—maybe the fact that my girlfriend’s ex is sitting in my living room, drinking my whiskey, and apparently sat behind her in the same goddamn Contracts class I used to come home and bitch about every single week. Maybe it’s the part where neither of you thought that was worth mentioning. Ever. Or maybe—” he tilts his head, eyes flicking between you and Nanami, “—it’s the part where I’m sitting here realizing the guy who used to steal my ramen and proofread my briefs is the same guy who used to fuck my girlfriend.”

Nanami sets his glass down carefully. “Hiromi,” he says gently, “That’s enough.” Hiromi’s laugh is bitter, “Is it? Because I’m just getting started.”

You stand up so fast the couch creaks. “Hiromi, stop.” He looks up at you angrily, “I’m not mad at you,” he says, “I am mad that you lied. For pulling this shit tonight. I’m mad that I invited him here like an idiot because I was happy to see an old friend. And I’m mad that—” He gestures vaguely at the three of you. “—this is happening. All of it.”

Nanami stands slowly. “I can go.” Hiromi’s head snaps toward him. “Sit the fuck down, Kento.”

Nanami doesn’t sit. He just stays standing, hands loose at his sides, waiting. Hiromi exhales, “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “That was out of line. The question. All of it.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t know how to process this without sounding like a jealous asshole.”

You soften despite yourself. “You’re not an asshole. You’re just… processing. Loudly.” He huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”

Nanami goes to turn and leave, “I didn’t come here to cause problems,” he says. “And I’m not here to compete. If you want me to leave, I will. No hard feelings.” Hiromi studies him for a long beat. Then he looks at you again. “I don’t want either of you to leave.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his already wrecked hair. “You’re really gonna say that right now.”

You shrug, helpless. “It’s the truth.” He looks between you and Nanami like he’s weighing between jealousy, curiosity, maybe both and then his mouth curves into a smirk. “Alright then,” he says, sliding off the arm of the couch, settling properly beside you, one arm draping behind your shoulders, fingers brushing the nape of your neck as his eyes stay locked on Nanami.

“You still think about her?” Hiromi asks bluntly. Kento takes a sip before answering. “I don’t lie to myself about the past,” he says evenly. “Yes. Sometimes.”

Hiromi’s thumb strokes once against you, “And you?” He turns to you, voice dropping. “You still think about him?”

“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “Not like before. But… yeah.” Hiromi nods once, like that’s the permission he needed. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Then go ahead and fuck him.” Your cough turns into a startled laugh. “Go on, baby. I know you want to.” He urges you again. You hesitate before softly saying, “Ken… come here.”

Hiromi shifts, pulling you back against his chest so you’re half in his lap, legs parting instinctively as Nanami sinks to one knee between them. Kento’s hands settle on your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up inch by inch while Hiromi mouths along the side of your neck, “Look at her,” Hiromi murmurs against your skin, “Isn’t she so pretty.”

Nanami’s thumbs trace slow circles higher, higher, until they brush the damp lace between your legs. You arch without meaning to, a soft moan slipping out. Hiromi hums approvingly, one hand sliding down to cup your breast through the dress, thumb flicking over the nipple until it pebbles.

Kento hooks his hand through your wet panties, shoving them aside. The first swipe of his tongue is slow, like he’s relearning every inch. You gasp, hips jerking, but Hiromi bands an arm around your waist, holding you still. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, even as his other hand works the zipper of your dress down. “Let him taste what he’s been missing.”

Nanami groans against you, his tongue circles your clit once, twice, then dips lower, lapping at your pussy. Hiromi’s already hard against your ass through his slacks. His arm tightens around you, holding you open, “Tell him how much you missed this,” Hiromi whispers, “Tell him, baby. He’s listening.”

You start trembling and whimpering, “I—I missed your mouth, Ken. The way you… fuck, the way you always knew exactly—” Nanami doesn’t let you finish—just doubles down, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs tremble. Hiromi finally gets your dress off your shoulders, baring your breasts to the cool air of the apartment. He rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you whine.

“Look at him,” Hiromi orders, “Look at how much he wants this.” You do. Nanami’s eyes are half-lidded and focused, blond hair falling forward as he works you over with devastating patience. When he slides two fingers inside making you whimper, back bowing. Hiromi laughs softly, “There it is. That sound I love.”

He shifts behind you, freeing himself from his pants with one hand while the other keeps you pinned. His cock presses hot and heavy against your lower back as he strokes himself lazily, watching Nanami devour you. “Think you can take both of us?” Hiromi asks, lips at your ear. “Like we talked about that one night. Remember my pretty girl?” Your brain short-circuits. “Yes—fuck, yes.” Nanami pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Hell yes.”

Hiromi nods in agreenment, before pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “You heard him, sweetheart. He’s in.”

Nanami rises smoothly to his feet, shedding his jacket, The metallic clink is obscenely loud in the quiet room. Hiromi helps you turn, maneuvering you until you’re facing the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions, ass presented. “Hands here,” Hiromi murmurs, guiding your palms to the backrest. “Keep them there unless one of us says otherwise.” You nod, breath hitching.

He walks around behind you, slapping your ass as Kento appears in front of you. “Hi, pretty girl.” He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Open.” You do, tongue flat, and he slides in slow—filling your mouth inch by inch until your lips stretch around him. The weight of him on your tongue makes you moan around the shaft; he exhales sharply through his nose, hand sliding into your hair to guide the rhythm.

Behind you, Hiromi lines up, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave prints, the other spreading you open. He pushes in with one long, steady thrust, your back arching with a muffled cry vibrating around Kento's cock.

“Fuck,” Higuruma rasps, “So tight after all that arguing earlier. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” You can’t answer—mouth full—but you push back against him, clenching deliberately. He groans, hips snapping forward harder, setting a brutal pace that rocks you onto Nanami’s length.

His control slips a fraction. Hiromi’s thrusts drive you forward forcing more of Nanami’s cock past your lips until the head bumps the back of your throat. You gag softly, eyes watering, swirling your tongue under the ridge just the way you remember he liked. The two of them find rhythm without speaking: one pulls out as the other pushes in, seesawing you between them until your whole body is shaking.

“Goddamn,” Hiromi growls, fingers digging deeper into your hips as he watches the way your throat works around Nanami. “Look at that. Taking him like you never forgot how.” He begins thrusting deeper, balls slapping against you with every snap. You whine around Nanami’s cock—drool slipping down your chin—as Higuruma angles just right. Kento tightens his grip in your hair, fucking your mouth while Higuruma rails you. Nanami pulls out just enough to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “Words,” he says calmly. “Tell us how it feels, baby.”

You manage a whimpered, “F-fuck—full—don’t stop—” Higuruma’s rhythm stutters at your voice. They sync up—Higuruma slamming deep from behind, Nanami sliding back into your mouth. The position holds: you bridged between them, body rocking with every thrust, throat and cunt stuffed. Nanami’s thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slipped free when you took him especially deep. “Still so good at this. Always were.”

Hiromi laughs possessively, “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know, Kento.”

Nanami’s eyes flick to Hiromi over the top of your head, “She used to come untouched just from sucking me off,” he says, “First time it happened she cried—thought something was wrong with her. Took me half an hour of coaxing to get her to admit how close she was.”

Hiromi’s thrusts turned punishing, that comment clearly hit a nerve. “Is that right?” Hiromi rasps, one hand sliding up your spine to fist lightly in your hair, tilting your head back so Nanami can sink even deeper. “You never told me that, baby. Keeping secrets from me now?”

You can’t answer—mouth too full, throat working frantically—but your body does: a fresh gush of wetness before you come first shaking hard, muffled screams around Kento as your walls flutter and clamp down on Hiromi as his pace turns erratic. “Fuck—fuck, that’s it—squeeze me just like that—”

Nanami pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, hand stroking himself fast, eyes locked on your wrecked expression. “Where do you want it?” he asks, voice strained. You don’t even have to think. “On me,” you rasp, voice hoarse. “Both of you.”

Hiromi swears viciously as he pulls out at the last second, flips you onto your back so fast the room spins, then straddles your hips. They stroke themselves in tandem—Hiromi’s hand flying over his cock, Nanami’s slower but no less desperate—until they both come.

Hiromi comes first, hot stripes painting your stomach, your breasts, one pulse landing across your nipple. Nanami follows seconds later, spilling over your chest, your collarbone, a few drops catching your chin when you tilt your head back for him. Hiromi exhales roughly, dropping down beside you, pulling you half into his lap before reaches for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it gently over your lower half.

Hiromi snorts softly. “Ever the gentleman even when he’s fucked my girlfriend. Classic Kento.” Nanami’s mouth quirks—just the tiniest hint of a smile. “Someone has to be.”

You laugh, weak and shaky, head lolling against Hiromi’s shoulder. “You two are ridiculous.”

Nanami disappears into the hallway without a word, returning a minute later with a damp washcloth and a glass of water. Classic fuckin’ Kento, what a sweetie. He hands you the glass first. You take it with trembling fingers, sip slowly, grateful for the cool slide down your raw throat. Then he kneels again between your spread thighs and gently wipes the mess from your stomach, your breasts, your collarbones with slow careful strokes.

Hiromi watches the whole thing with half-lidded eyes, one arm still slung around your shoulders. “You always this sweet after you come on someone else’s girl, Kento?” Nanami doesn’t look up from his task. “Only when she asks nicely.”

You choke on a laugh that turns into a soft groan when the cloth brushes a particularly sensitive spot. “Stop. Both of you.” Hiromi smirks, reaches over to take the washcloth from Kento’s hand, and finishes the job himself dragging the damp fabric across your nipple until it pebbles again under the attention.

You look back up at Kento, about to ask him not to leave before Hiromi beats you to it. “You should stay,” he says, “Since it’s already so late y’know.”

Kento looks up, eyes flicking from Hiromi to you. You reach out before you can overthink it, fingers curling loosely around Nanami’s wrist. “Please,” you add softly. “Stay.” He brushes your hair to the side of your face, “Alright, of course. I’ll stay.”

Hiromi smirks lazily, already reaching for the half-empty whiskey glasses on the table. “Good. Because we’re not done catching up.” You bury your face in Hiromi’s neck to hide your blushing.

Whatta small world, indeed.

It's not until you look up at him again that he stuffs his inches past your lips again, watching the drool and spit hypnotically trickle past the corners of your mouth and then down your chin, dripping off of your jaw.

Yet, with the way Geto hears Gojo gasping as if he hadn't filmed similar scenes to this time and time before, he finds himself ticked off once more. Especially because your eyes wander over to him again and then you moan afterwards.

"Tch, never mind then," Geto huffs with a rude thrust of his hips. Two big hands meet the sides of your face and he forces your head to stay straight so that you could focus on only him for a second as he gets meaner. "Dumb slut can't even focus on one cock at a time."

The flimsy fabric of your panties is soaked with the way Geto talks to you. Secretly, you love making him jealous this way. You know he’s probably just doing it for film but fuck, the way he actually gets ticked off only makes you squeeze your thighs together.

Especially as he starts bullying his cock down your throat, causing all sorts of filthy and gurgling noises to echo out into the room.

Gojo finds himself snorting at his little comment and although he's moving to catch the scene in a different angle, his talkative nature takes over yet again.

"Stop being so mean, Suguru." Gojo scoffs lightly as he zooms in on the way your eyes lull back and your jaw falls open even wider and sends you a teasing wink you don’t quite catch before whispering, "Y'know she's greedy."

this is a repost from kamitv, if it looks familiar that's why. || perm general tags:

@navyllll @2kool4skoolll @daxphoriax @gorouenjoyer @blubearxy @wonderfullymickey @iaintblockinnobody @kitassecretgf @nanamitiddiechomper @ohreallyfriend 

@withersworld @suguphile @megottheswaskikacooooke @kvsqkiii @yourlocalcatscammer @lucy-lulu @sukubusss @sweetieelilii @lisabelhyhn @serenadesvt 

@riameriash @arminseas2 @palanggaaa @makingtimemine @theodoresvalentine @blcknebula @remscreams @jaibunni @blkkizzat @a-jazzy-bee @sktvienna 

@chloeee20 @naoybby @lanamyersismywife @strwbrrymoonwrites @andhereweareallalone @sindulgent666 @bypanana

He lifted your shirt above your hips, hooking one leg over his waist. The fat head of his cock was already nudging at your entrance. You were too scared to size check him, so you didn’t, but now you regret it. What if he’s too big or thick or or— fuck. 

His cock made way inside of you. A few inches slipping in. Thick. Veiny. Long. You couldn’t help but let out a strangled moan around his fingers, making him shove them deeper, wide eyeing you. “Doll, are you trying to get me killed?” he hissed, not sure if it was from your tight cunt or the fear of your brother catching you both. Your eyes rounded in apology. The more he pushed, the more you wanted to cry out. He was too big. Too hard. 

Your eyes stung with tears and pleasure. When will he bottom out? It was too much already. 

“No mo–” 

“I know, sweet girl. She’s a bit tight, but I’ll make it fit, ok? Just endure with me,” he cooed, saying the nastiest words with the softest voice, making you feel all fuzzy inside. The thought of him making it fit did something to you. Him being too big for you, so he has to force it inside just so your cunt can accomdate for that size. He’s so cruel. So hot. You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head already. 

Everything was so sloppy and wet. Especially your pussy. Suguru knew how to use his words and hands. 

He removed his fingers from your mouth, now using his palm to cover the entire lower half of your face. 

“Fuck– doll, this little pussy is going to be the death of me. Relax it for me, yeah?” he adjusted the position, hoisting you up into his arms, making you wrap both legs around his waist. 

His lips landed on yours, leaving enough space to talk but also enough to feel your soft lips on his. 

His cock finally slipped all the way inside. When he felt your moans would get too loud, like right now, he would lean in and capture your lips with his. Not letting you breathe until you settle down. 

He slowly started thrusting up into you, testing the waters on your noise level. Just small, pretty whimpers. He felt his cock twitch inside of you. Awkwardly clearing his throat. If he finished in less than a minute, then he would never show up in front of you again. 

He tried controlling himself, but your face was so damn adorable. 

He sped up, throwing his head back, the fat tip of his cock abusing your cervix. You got needier. Messier. Holding onto Suguru’s shoulders. Brushing his long hair out of his face. 

You chewed on your bottom lip, doing anything to keep yourself from moaning. 

“Fuck, hear that? So damn wet for me, baby.”

He kept at it. Working up his pace. Pussy swallowing him whole, a near-perfect fit. Such a perfect, pretty little cunt. Take cock like a hobby. His cock. Only his. 

He licked up your collarbone, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder blades. 

“Su-suguru–” you whined, dropping your head on his shoulder. He was ramming into you now. A little breathless, a little sweaty, but it only brings you closer. 

The sound of skin slapping was loud. Not only was this position making you feel everything, but you could fear every detail of his cock from here. The veins sliding against your walls, the ridges, the bumps. The.. everything. 

“Close, doll? Is my sweet girl close?” 

“Mhm, so.. So close, sugu,” you pouted, nails digging into him. He nodded, giving you the go-ahead to finish. 

Your body lurched forward, biting down on Geto, clawing at his clothed back. Your pussy tightened around his fat length, only reminding you of how full you really are. He followed suit, pulling out right before he could finish. Suguru didn’t even need to jerk himself off to finish, just the sight of your ruined face did the job for him. 

His cock spurting white cum over your drenched pussy and your ass and the door you were held up against. 

What a mess. 

He finally let you stand, but not without help. Your legs were boneless, and you felt empty down there. 

You stared up at him, knowing he had to leave now or your brother would get suspicious. 

“Clean up the mess, pretty girl, you did so good for me,” he muttered, kissing your forehead before leaving to hopefully fix himself up. 

A/N: kill me, my main fic didn't finish on time so i wrote this instead, finally wrote about geto tho

If you didn’t want cash what else did you want from him? It’s not like his over six-foot-tall, sexy, bulky body has anything else to offer to you. Yeah, at some point you realize the guy is all looks and little to no brain. 

Good thing for you, you just want what’s in his pants.

——

It's early in the morning as you crawl out of your bed and slip yourself into one of his many shirts that have "accidentally" gotten mixed up with your laundry, clad in nothing more than a bra and panties beneath the fabric. You had a few reasons for purposefully mixing your clothes with his.

One, you liked wearing his things because it constantly reminded you how big he was in comparison to you. That, and everything still smelled like that painfully cheap cologne he always wore even after multiple washes. So whenever he left, you'd sometimes tuck yourself into your bedroom and get off on that scent once you started missing his presence a little too much.

Another reason you liked having all your laundry mixed up is because you really wanted to get some kind of reaction out of him whenever he picked up a pair of your most sinful garments. There was only one time where you happened to see him pulling out your lingerie from his laundry bin and unfortunately, the most that earned from him was a long unreadable stare as he looked over the fabric and then tossed it elsewhere.

You could never tell if he did those kinds of things out of respect or if he truly had no interest in you whatsoever. But, somewhere deep down inside, you knew neither of those things were true. Toji always looked at you like he was imagining the several different ways in which he could fold you up and stuff his dick inside you but, he just never said anything.

His eyes and overall facial expression spoke more than enough for you. You could spot lust in someone's eyes from a mile away. You just couldn't figure out why he wasn't catching your hints or throwing you any outside of his hungry gazes.

But—no matter what the truth behind the situation is—you still wear his clothes around the house in hopes of getting a real reaction out of him and today was no different.

When you stroll out of your room and make your way to the kitchen, you're pleasantly surprised to see him awake this early and standing at the refrigerator, shirtless too. Your eyes immediately widen and start swallowing up every inch of his beefy arms and chest, muscles contracting and bulging naturally with his every little movement as he does nothing more than stare into the open fridge with a bottle of water pressed to his lips, sipping slowly.

You hate the way that dirty part of you wishes his lips were smeared across your cunt instead of the top of that stupid plastic rim. God, the things you would give to—

"Mornin' roomie," Toji's thick morning voice bellows out, practically slapping you out of your filthy thoughts in one quick second. Then those sneaky green eyes of his slide over to you, trickle down your body, and you hear the way his next swallow of that transparent liquid seems to be slower-, heavier.

Shaking out of your daze, "Good morning, Toji," you greet sweetly, like you always do. "You're up early," You fully enter the kitchen now and glance past him to catch sight of the embarrassingly empty refrigerator. "Hungry?"

He nods before he speaks, gaze still clouded in sleepiness whilst they trail your every move, "Mhm, cravin' something sweet."

And see, it's times like this when you'd think that's an open door to flirt but, every time you do it fails miserably because this guy doesn't know what flirting is!

"Oh yeah?" You chime, ears perking up all of a sudden. Now you're walking towards him and bending down toward the open fridge he's leaning against, giving him the most unshameful view of the way your lacy panties hug the curve of your ass. "Well, it's a shame we're all out of snacks," You point out slowly, hips swaying just a fraction to the side. "Unless you want something else, y'know, something sweeter?"

Any guy would've caught on to what you meant. You were practically offering yourself up to him here! And yet...

Toji raises a thin brow and stares down at you all regularly, "Like what?" He asks before tilting his head in that naturally whorish way that makes you wonder if you're the one not catching the hints here, "You don't have a cake or something hidden in that room of yours, do you?"

Your eyes seal shut at the sound of that. This is exactly what makes things so difficult for you. 

Sighing, you redirect your attention into the fridge and reach into the back for a frosty bottle of water for yourself, "No, Toji, there's no hidden cake in my room." You say before standing up straight and looking at him again, "I was talking about me."

He blinks slowly—appearing as though there weren't a single thought inside that handsome head of his—and then chuckles, "You were talking about yourself? I said I was hungry, lady, how're you supposed to fill me up, huh?"

Mentally, you were palming your own face. You've never dealt with a man like this before. "Oh my god, never mind." You huff before turning on your heels and stepping away from him.

You don't make it very far before you feel something pinching the end of his shirt and then tug at your body. You stumble until your backside presses up against something. He hadn't meant to pull you back so hard but now your frame was slightly sandwiched to his and instead of batting an eyelash at it, he merely tips his head down towards your ear.

"You're just gonna walk away instead of feeding me?" Toji asks in that lazy drawl that has something hot blooming in the lowest pits of your stomach.

A scoff flies out of you, "You're a grown ass man, I don't need to feed you." At least not in the way he’s thinking…

Your roommate snorts and the air from it tickles the tip of your ear, making you shudder a little. "Yeah, but you were sayin' something about having something sweeter for me," The man recalls all proudly like one big idiot.

You have to bite back a laugh at that. Shaking your head again, "Yes, Toji, and I was... I was making a joke."

"Oh,” He murmurs nonchalantly. To which you grow annoyed by his constant obliviousness and start pulling away from, causing him to maneuver his grasp on the shirt you have on and keep you still, "Wait.”

Your breath tangles up in your throat at the way your ass unintentionally rubs back against him, "W-What is it?"

"Why do you keep pulling away like that?" Toji questions, like he can’t feel his own dick snuggling against the soft curve of your butt.

You angle your head back in a way that literally anyone else would view as sinful, whispering, "We're too close. I..."

Your voice battles with itself as words begin to fail you. Then your brain starts doing that annoying perverted thing again. If he kept holding onto your shirt like this, you’d start bending over and letting him have his way with you any moment now.

It’s all you can think about with how his docile but thick cock is felt through all the fabrics between you both. Something inside you fights the urge to rub more firmly against him and inevitably get it up. You could just imagine how good it’d be to feel Toji grow hard—his length probably doubling in size and reacting to all your little moments. Fuck, you-

"You what?" He questions indifferently, cutting off your train of thought and making you realize you never quite finished your statement.

"Let go of my shirt," You’re trying to pull away from him again and his grip on it seems to be loosening a little.

The corner of his scarred lips twitched up into an amused smirk, "My shirt, you mean."

You roll your eyes, "Whatever, just let go." Then you manage to step away again but you still don’t make it very far before he’s forcing you back. 

This time he swiftly wraps some of the fabric of his shirt around his hand and bundles it upward before giving it another firmer pull. You feel a brush of cool air slap all against your upper thighs and your backside with the way he holds your shirt up enough for it to expose everything from your mid-torso and down. 

Then the idiot doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, not looking down to see that the dark lace hugging all your goods is exposed. Gasping as you feel him pressing against you again, "Toji!"

He finally cocks his head over and glances downwards. "This doesn't even fit you," Toji points out based on how much fabric he was able to grab onto.

"I bet you could," You blurt out shamelessly as your eyes roll off into the same direction his head is turned.

Almost darkened, those pretty verdant eyes of his snap up to yours, "Huh?"

You don’t shy away from him in the slightest, taking it as far as to look him up and down, "You heard me," Then your voice gets even more solid with him, "I said I bet you could fit me."

Toji blinks once-, twice, and you can just tell your words have soared way over his head. He’s visibly clueless in more ways than one, "The hell does that mean?"

See? Fuckin' idiot.

Instead of getting annoyed by it, you decide to be as blunt as it gets. Because there’s no way he could misinterpret what you mean when you say, "Inside me, dumbass."

Your roommate—ever the oblivious—lets one of his thin brows lift steadily in conclusion. "I could fit inside you?" He asks carefully. Things have never been more evident than they are right now, there's absolutely no way this is gonna fly over his head any further-, "How would that even work? My hand alone is bigger than your face, and the rest of me is clearly a lot larger than you are so I don't think my body could fit in yours when-"

"Jesus Christ, never mind, Toji.” You whine before moving a hand back and smacking at his grasp on you until he eventually lets go. You then groan and start walking away with heavy, aggravated steps, “Never mind!"

You’re beginning to think that maybe the slight differentiation in age between the two of you is ultimately getting to him. In the beginning, him being older than you used to turn you on but now it was starting to piss you the hell off since the old fart doesn’t remember what very obvious flirting looks like anymore.

"Wait, where're you going?” Toji calls out from somewhere behind you as you turn the corner and disappear into the hallway, "You're confusing me!"

"You're always confused, forget it!” You shout back, walking into your room and softly slamming the door behind you. 

Left alone in the kitchen, Toji takes it upon himself to try—honestly try—to understand what you meant. It’s not like he was wrong, he is much larger than you so it’d be quite difficult to “fit” inside you. Hell, he doesn’t even know why you’d come up with such an idea. You always said strange things like that so by now he was mostly used to it.

But this was the first time you seemed to be truly upset about his lack of understanding. Which, in a way, was kinda cute. Toji’s standing in the kitchen just smiling to himself at how amusing you looked storming off all brattily just because you couldn’t find it in yourself to explain your own words to him.

Snickering to himself, "...Weirdo," he mutters just under his breath as he turns to the fridge in hopes that something new will pop out to him now.

——

After a while of waiting for some type of food to magically appear in front of him, Toji calls it quits on lingering around the kitchen. Between the few grumbles from his stomach, he couldn't help but think about you and why you'd been acting weirder than normal today.

You haven't spoken to him since that little misunderstanding, or even come out of your room for all he knows so, he is a bit concerned and something in him is telling him that maybe he should apologize. With this in mind, he heads down the hallway towards your closed bedroom door.

It's been a couple hours now so he hopes you've cooled off enough to at least talk things out with him. He swears to himself that one of these days he'll stop playing dumb with you and maybe even give you a taste of what you want from him but, pushing your buttons like this is arguably a lot more fun.

Except for when it has you going all nonverbal like this, of course.

Toji stands outside your door ready to knock before he hears a sound from the bathroom just a few feet over. His brows shoot up as he realizes you're probably in there and he quickly figures he can make this whole ordeal super simple by apologizing from the door.

At least this way he doesn't have to deal with those glares of yours. Approaching the bathroom, he starts with a heavy little knock, earning a stretched-out moment of no response.

The bathroom is the only room in the apartment with walls thicker than ever so most times it's hard to hear anything from the outside while you're in there and the same thing vice versa.

Because of this, your roommate knocks again and just starts talking, “Hey, I know you’re in there showerin’ right now but uh...” He pauses to chew on his lower scarred lip while he thinks about his next words carefully. Toji breathes out a soft sigh and leans his head against the bathroom door, “I jus’ wanted to come say sorry for earlier, doll. Didn’t want you to spend all day bein’ upset with me over nothing, y'know?”

He still doesn't hear any kind of reply from you so he fears that either something happened to you in there or that you truly hadn't heard a word he said.

The tall man stands there all awkwardly for a long moment whilst debating whether or not he should walk away and apologize later. He fidgets with his fingers in the pockets of his sweats for a second before moving to knock on the door again. His hand lifts but he stops right before his knuckles tap across the wood and instead decides to press his ear against the door.

He only wanted to make sure you were okay, nothing else.

Toji hears the water running perfectly fine but, it almost sounds quieter than normal, as if it wasn't set to its typical stream. Then again you probably have your preferred showering methods so he doesn't question that too much. What he does begin to question is the sounds he starts hearing in the following seconds.

It's faint but there's this little whine coming from inside in between all the splashes of water, “T-Tooji, hahh, fuuuck…” You're heard uttering. Then there's a soft thump as if your back had hit a wall and his ears are twitching as if interested in hearing more, “R-Right there, yesyes, just like that—mmgh!”

From where he is, it sounded like you were struggling with something in there so as his brows are busy pinching together, his voice is coming out in a light whisper instead of something solid at first, “Are you…” He catches himself with a cough and a clearing of his throat, speaking up louder now, “You alright in there?”

“Shit,” You gasp as you're caught off guard.

Just your luck that the one time you decide to rub one out with the assistance of the shower head, Toji comes along interrupting you. The steady and rapid stream of perfectly tempered water against your clit for the past few minutes while you drove your stubborn fingers in and out of your soaked cunt had felt so good.

The last thing you were expecting was for your idiot of a roommate to come knocking. Especially since it's his name you were moaning.

Does that mean you stop what you're doing to have a proper conversation with the man? No—you're a pervert—of course not.

“Yeah-, yes, m’fine!" You huff out all breathlessly whilst your thighs naturally draw together in slight shame.

“Sounded like you said my name,” Toji yells back to you. Fuck, he heard you. Maybe he didn't realize it was a moan? His hand meets the bathroom's doorknob cautiously and he's still pressing you with his questions, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Toji,” You say again, feeling as the shower water angles juuust right against your aching clit. You could barely focus on the conversation at hand.

The poor man on the other side of the door only gets more concerned for your condition, wondering if maybe you'd slipped onto the floor and you were calling for him to come inside and help you. He slowly twists the knob in his hand—hardly surprised to see that the damn thing isn't locked—but doesn't push the door open just yet, “What? M’right here."

There's another soft thump from inside as you head makes soft contact with the shower's wall behind you, “Fuck, I-I can’t..."

“Can’t what?” He rushes, letting the door slowly creak open an inch or two now so he can hear you a little better, “Do you want me to come in—”

“Please, nngh-, yes!” You're moaning again and Toji finally steps into the bathroom.

The air is steamy and he doesn't see you laid out in the middle of the floor so that was good. But if you hadn't fallen over then why the fuck were you calling for him like that? Surely you're not...

“Toji,” He hears you utter again.

This time it makes his body heat up. The airiness in your tone, all delicate like a sultry whisper caressing against his eardrums. You've said his name like that a few times in the past and although you don't know it—since he hides it pretty well—it never fails to turn him on.

Ignoring it for now, “Did you even hear my apology?” Toji asks you to deflect what he's fifty percent sure you're behind that curtain doing right now. He happens to glance around the room, spotting your pile of recently worn clothes and then the neatly folded stuff not too far off from it.

He quietly walks over to it and fishes for the pair of underwear you plan on wearing, plucking it up and bringing it towards his nose to smell. It's got the scent of your detergent on it and as soon as the fumes fly through his nose, he's moving his free hand down to palm at the slight twitching of his cock.

Then he snatches the item away from his face and looks around the bathroom counter, noticing your lack of a towel and clearing his throat again. “Hey, where’s your towel?" Toji asks as if he truly gave a damn about the item, "Is uh, is that why you called me in here like that...?”

Something filthy almost slips past your lips at the sound of his heavy voice carrying all throughout the bathroom's rather acoustic-like walls. Your gaze may have been a little hazy from the shower's steam but you could still make out his hefty silhouette from behind the wet curtain in front of you.

Biting your lip for a moment, you look down at the fingers you'd recently pulled out of yourself and the way the water is still lightly running over your clit, feeling your pussy throb for more attention. Y'know, more attention than you alone cannot give yourself. Then you look up and work up enough confidence to say, “Toji, come here.”

He's busy opening cabinets in search of a spare towel to hand you, still assuming that's what you're calling him for, “I’m tryin’ to get your towel, hold–”

Unintentionally, your thumb flicks over one of the buttons on the shower head, making its gentle stream switch to the jet. And then instinctively, you let out another moan without thinking, “Toji."

Every part of his body freezes. Well, except for his cock. That guy stands straight up at attention as if it was him you specifically called for. Toji squeezes his eyes shut tightly because he knows damn well he can't sit here and act like he didn't hear that.

Maybe this was his sign to stop playing dumb with you?

Opening his eyes to glance over at the shower curtain, hearing the water running with more pressure to it now. Toji scoffs and then stands all the way up, “Did you just moan my name?”

You swallow down the next sinful sound that threatens to fly out of you. The image of his face all scolding and disapproving with you was at the forefront of your mind right now and you wanted nothing more than to hear him keep using that tone with you.

“I n-need your help,” You whine sweetly, moving the jet stream away from yourself for a moment to breathe out a more grounded, “Please?”

Toji turns on his heels but doesn't start walking towards you just yet, “What do you want me to do?” He asks, staring directly at your shower curtain and really trying his best not to picture how you look standing all wet and needy behind it.

Then he hears you huff and his lips twitch as you groan, “Stop playing dumb and get in here.”

He’s been keeping up with this little clueless act long enough now, hasn’t he? Toji hears the way you whine for him in your room late at night when you think you’re being quiet; he catches every hint you throw at him and has always intentionally averted them, so he thinks he can let himself indulge in what he really wants now.

Moving his hands down to the hem of the shirt he just threw on a few minutes ago, you watch the way his silhouette moves around and hear the teasing shuffling coming from him as he removes his clothes. Toji doesn’t say anything and you’re standing a mere shower curtain away from seeing the hunky guy completely naked after so many nights of fantasizing about it. You’ve already tried to imagine the way his cock looks more times than you can count and now you’re finally about to see it.

You’re practically drooling down your inner thighs, the slick coating your skin coming from more than the shower water alone. The bottom skin of your lip is lightly clasped in between your teeth as you nibble on it in anticipation and run your fingers over one another anxiously.

You could hear the soft thumps on the floor whenever he dropped another item of clothing and fuck if you weren’t getting even wetter from all this drawn-out tension alone. Every second seemed to drag out far longer than it needed to and you were one minute away from shoving the curtain open yourself.

Luckily, you soon hear his bare feet tapping against the floor steadily as he creeps closer to the shower and then lifts a hand to move it aside. 

You immediately look down hoping to see everything he has to offer you and yet, your entire expression is left disappointed to see that he still has his boxers on. But, hey, at least you have that fat bulge to ogle at until you hear him sneering at you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Toji scolds again, even though his greedy eyes are very much running up and down your body faster than the droplets of water slithering along your skin. “I only took my clothes off so they wouldn’t get wet.” He adds on as if you cared.

You both knew damn well you’d be even more annoyed if he opened that curtain and was still fully dressed. At least you were getting somewhere with him.

You push yourself off of the wall and step forward, “Are you always this dense?”

“Huh? I’m not–,” He’s quickly cut off by you tugging him in the shower by the waistband of his dark-shaded boxers. “Woah, roomie, you’ve got some strength to ya’,” Toji chuckles halfheartedly, trying to distract you from the fact that his cock is a smearing hot mess of precum all over the fabric now.

Now that he’s sharing a space with you, you continue to hold him by the one clothing item he has on and then lean in to press your body up against his. A delicate pout presses out against your lips, “Can you help me?”

He looks down at you all indifferently like his breath isn’t currently struggling against his lungs to keep steady at the way your soaked tits feel slipping against his skin, “Help you with what?”

You’ve got your bare body pressed against his and yet he still can’t put the pieces together? “Toji!” You huff, sulking in front of him at the way he can’t seem to use his brain—

Your roommate finally breaks out that sexy, lopsided smile of his. The kinda smile that has your pussy throbbing for any kind of attention. Then he moves to take your jaw into his hand, pushing his thumb up to press past the cute pout in your lips, “I can’t do anything to you until you act like you know how to use this properly.”

Oh you’re instantly rendered speechless in front of him for the first time. Stammering out a faint, “H-Huh?” in response.

His cock starts twitching again and his thumb glides across the drool already building up against your skin, “Pretty fuckin’ mouth…” Toji drawls out in this thickly aroused tone you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing from his throat until now, “Always talking to me like some whore yet you say everything except what you really want.”

Stopping yourself from slutting yourself out for the man without question or argument, “That’s not true,” You refute, “I’m very blunt with you. You’re just d-dumb—mngh!”

The moan that flops out of you was quite embarrassing to say the least. All he did was move his other hand down, use two sturdy fingers to tap at your inner thighs, gesture for you to part them, and then take those same digits to rub over that glossy cunt of yours.

Gathering your arousal on his fingertips, he looms down to your ear and his breath is torrid enough to send shivers down your spine, “You really think I don’t know why you do the things you do?” Toji snickers, “Doll, all I wanted was for you to ask for it, directly.”

His middle and ring fingertips glide up towards your clit and testingly rub around the achy bud a couple times, leaving you to stutter out a rather pretty-toned, "I-I can't just-"

“If you can offer yourself up to me like a piece of candy first thing in the morning, then you can ask me for some cock,” He hums directly into your ear, his every word flowing straight down to your cunt in hot, gushing waves. When you let out some inaudible response instead of something he can actually work with, his lips quirk up higher and his fingers begin to work their way down to your sopping hole, “C’mon now, speak up.”

“Toji,” You whine, mind feeling fuzzy already even though he’s barely even touching you.

Maybe you had imagined this very thing happening too many times. Now that it was actually happening—now that he was literally working your pussy lips apart with glossy strides—you couldn't do or say half the things you thought you would. Anything you do manage is only natural for you, such as the way your back arches when his long, stocky fingers finally dip past your plush folds.

“I know you’re not tryin’ to act shy on me here,” He teases, curling the plump tips of his digits up against your walls before dragging the motion back down and then repeating it a few times. This leaves the two of you to sit there breathing heavily and listening to the sloppy smacks your cunt leaked out, all honeyed 'n aroused against his hand, “I’ve already got my fingers inside you, if you need more like you’re always acting like you do then, fucking ask.”

He feels your pussy hug his fingers tightly in reaction, simply refusing to let him pull them out too far before he sinks them in even deeper and earns a perky slosh from below in response. Mouth slightly dangling open now with his thumb still swatting against your inner cheeks just to have you looking like even more of a slut, “I want… hah, Toji can we-,” You cut yourself off to look away for a moment.

Quickly disapproving of the lessening attention on him, his thumb presses further back into your mouth and right against the center of your tongue, “Look at me, doll. Right here,” He directs gently, even as his hand tugs your face over so that you can't look away no matter how hard you try. “Atta’ girl. Carry on now,” Toji praises kindly.

“Can we have sex?” Your timid whisper against the finger he has in your mouth almost makes him laugh. Instead of doing that and making you feel even more embarrassed than you already were, he thrusts the digits tucked into your cunt farther and then plucks his thumb out past your lips. 

There’s one filthy string of saliva hanging between the two of you but he ignores it for now just to angle his head down closer to your face. His ear is at your lips now so he can’t miss a single word, “Huh? Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you. What is it you need from me, exactly?”

“I need you to fuck me, Toji,” You whine. From the close proximity the two of you were at now, he was able to capture every hitch and every faint stammer of shyness in your voice—which only made his dick pulsate all angrily as it hardened with full, anxious demand against his boxers. Then your voice got impossibly lovelier, “Please, I want it so bad.”

Somewhere in his head he's wondering why the fuck he didn't give in to you sooner. There's nothing hotter than having his sexy roommate dripping all over his fingers and begging him to fuck him like she'd die without it, Toji thinks. “It?” He whispers, aching for further clarification.

It was almost like pulling teeth trying to get you to be more vulgar with him but, he needed it. He's thought about it almost just as much as you have. There's been countless sleepless nights where he's wondered what you'd sound like saying all the dirty things he wishes you'd utter to him. The flirting is cute, it really is but nothing beats a direct statement.

“Your cock,” You manage to murmur to him.

To which you feel the fat of Toji's thumb press against your clit and ease out his initials around the delicate bundle of nerves, “Ohhh, s’that why you’re drooling like this on my fingers?” He asks.

Your cunt responds before you do with a gorgeous slop of slick glazing the skin of his fingers whilst he eases them out of you. “Mhmm,” You hum, biting at your bottom lips again, “I’ve been wanting it.."

“I know,” Toji admits. Then your hand comes out to hold onto his arms, fingernails digging into his sturdy muscles hard enough to leave marks for him to admire later. Your roommate looks down at the contact and huffs softly, “And I’ve been waiting for you to ask for it like a whore with some manners, at least.”

Now his fingers were properly fucking you. The sensation was far better than anything you could've accomplished on your own and just like you'd hoped he would, he never fails to force your legs to stay open as he applies more pressure against that spongey g-spot of yours. Each time you try hunching forwards and then pushing at his arm as if you didn't want it, he can't help the way his breathing grows even more uneven.

You were too fuckin' cute.

The fact that you're the same woman who's been not-so-indiscreetly throwing herself at him for months and now you're pushing his arm away like the pleasure was too much for you was truly something humorous for him.

Or at least, it's funny to him up until he gets a proper look at your face. Shit, he didn't know you could make an expression so slutty—brows scrunched up, lower lip poking out with drool, and eyes all drunk 'n starved for him. The sight makes his body slump even closer to you until he's unconsciously got you pressed up against the wall again.

One of his strong legs is in between yours to keep them apart after one too many attempts of you clamping your thighs together and he's hardly even paying attention to what he's doing with his fingers at this point. He's been with enough women in the past to naturally remember what spots to touch but ever since he started living with you, he hasn't even thought about another woman, let alone go out and touch one.

Toji worried he may have lost his skill but considering the way you're falling apart all around his thick digits, it's clear he hasn't forgotten shit. You feel him thumb at your clit a little faster as if you were a literal toy to be played with, his other two busied fingers making themselves at home against your g-spot with thrashing thrusts against it.

Your hips were still bucking for more somehow because even though you were about to cum, you never wanted it to end. Somewhere in your head you told yourself that if you got off on his fingers then that would be it and things would end right there.

So—fearfully—you reach your free hand down to his boxers and start tugging.

Toji's fingers stutter inside you as he loses his pace for a second, choking on his breath, “Fuuck, wait a second, baby." He huffs. You ignore him and let your hand cup the shape of his cock over the fabric. To which he groans, "I’ll give it to ya’, just-, hahh... just let me finish prepping this cute hole of yours..."

“I-I don’t need prep, Toji. I just need you,” You argue as his fingers increase in speed against your sobbing walls, practically searching your insides for that delicious orgasm he wanted to drag out of you. But when you lift your hips away from his hand and add on a light, “Pleeease," that's when he realizes his roommate happens to be nothing more than a brat in need of some taming.

The man would never let you pull yourself away too far, not when he knows he's got you right where he wants you already. So, he scoffs as if annoyed and then his gripping free hand finds the thick of your hip, forcing you right back down into place where you belong. “You’re adorable, really. But I already told you earlier,” He starts lowly, “I can’t fit inside you... Not without me stretchin’ you out first, anyway.”

Your lashes bat over one another repetitively, your whines and moans tangling up in your throat due to the bullying way he starts scissoring his fingertips against your walls. “Hahh—mmgh! S-So you did know what I meant!” You gasp as your eyes widen and the hand you have on his arm moves for a second just to playfully hit him.

“Course’ I did,” Toji smiles at you again, “You would’ve been fucked stupid over that counter if you just said you wanted to see if my cock fits inside you or not.”

You hate hearing how easy it would've been to get what you wanted had you just been completely shameless with it, “Fuck, you’re so annoying.”

His brow cocks up, “Is this annoying too?” The man emphasizes his words by spelling his name out over your clit in slow motion, making sure you feel each letter indent itself in every direction around and against your twitchy lil' bud.

“Hnngh, n-no.." You mewl deliciously, head flying back to rest against the shower wall, "That feels s’good."

“Bet it does.” He replies with an abrupt husk of pride breaking out in between his words. As your wet pussy continues to gush and gush out all against his hand, his confidence is beginning to show itself to you in full force—almost as if he's suddenly remembered who the hell he is, “You touch yourself like this to the thought of me?”

“Uhuhh, a-all the time,” Your honesty has his cock jumping against the palm of your hand and both of you are quickly becoming a mess of bucking hips and need.

The steam that's enveloped the room is from everything but the warm shower water at this point. Hell, the damn thing is practically forgotten by now as the hanging head sprays water against one of the corners all idly.

“Really?” Toji asks finally, not quite looking for a response since he's well aware of the answer. He then plucks his fingers out of you at the very millisecond you felt yourself about to cum and pops them into his mouth for a moment to suck your taste off. You stand there with slightly wobbly legs, feeling your orgasm die out pathetically inside you.

Your eyes find his face and you watch with a frustrated little glare in your gaze while he moans around the digits in his mouth as if you're not currently suffering from being left on edge so abruptly. Your lips twitch to flit out a complaint to him but when all his touches leave you and he takes a step back to finally remove his boxers, you think anything negative or bratty you had to say dies even faster than your orgasm just did.

Fuck, you actually think you could cum touchless when Toji hauls that thick cock free for your desperate eyes to gape at. After a couple quick strokes of smearing what's left of your slick and his saliva along the jagged veins decorating his shaft, your roommate looks into your eyes and the sudden attention makes you unintentionally whine.

It was single-handedly (literally) the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. Now, you don't know if that's just because you've been waiting on this for so long or if it's because you like seeing Toji stupidly erect for you but—either way—the only thing in your head now is filth.

Holding the weight of his dick up by its swollen base, he tips his head to the side and his voice is nothing short of whorish, “You spend all your time fantasizing about this cock?” He asks you casually.

You break the eye contact with him and look down at it again, drool fulling spilling past the corners of your lips now,  “Yeahhh..."

His lips twitch and he steps towards you, “Heh, perv.”

“For you, yeah."

Toji's sweltering tip spurts out a cute glisten of precum at your words, in which he tries to hide by sliding his thumb in between the slit of his cock head and spreading his bit of excitement around. As if you hadn't already noticed it or something...

“For me? That’s cute,” He compliments with a nod of his chin towards your leg. You take the motion as a sign to lift said leg up and you end up balancing yourself up somewhat sideways against the wall. One arm resting against it and the other hooked underneath your raised leg, leaving your slick-splattered cunt on full display. “But I think you’d slut yourself out like this to any hot guy that played clueless just like I did,” Toji claims.

You gasp half-offendedly, "N-No I wouldn’t!”

“Mmh, I think otherwise," He argues, green gaze fixated on the way he's got his lewdly spilling cockhead lathering itself in between your puffy folds, "I bet if I called my buddy Shiu over right now you’d be excited to let him get a taste of this slutty pussy.”

“That’s—ohfuck," You choke as he starts pushing into you, purposefully waiting for you to start talking before he did so just to hear you lose your wording. "T-That's different.”

“Is it? I’ve got more friends I’m sure you’d be interested in too,” Toji continues speaking nonchalantly like he isn't currently stuffing the rude bulk of his cock a couple thick inches into you, leaving your cunt to let out soaked squeals around every inch that enters you.

You knew he was big but fuck, it was way more than you were expecting—far bigger than any dildo you've ever bounced on, pretending it was him—and wiiide enough for your eyes to light up with a slutty array of stars 'n gloss coating your irises. Toji's so glad he catches it too because it's downright the prettiest thing he's ever seen before.

He thought your expression from earlier was something only a true slut could have painted across their features but this-, oh this was something else entirely. He's not even sure if it's because of the thought of him bringing his other hot friends over to fuck you or if it's because you're feeling his pent-up need for you thrust past your snug ring of half-resistance.

“Yeah, look at’cha," The man pants, moving your hand out the way so that he could hold your leg up now and continue to fuck his dick into you sideways, "Jus' drooling at the thought of it. Fuckin’ whore.”

When his tip initially kisses the hilt of your soddened pussy—his pelvis pressed neatly to yours—both of you release a blissed-out moan of relief. Neither of you could deny how badly you'd been waiting for this.

Who knew all it would take was you moaning out his name as you got off in the shower?

Speaking of which...

Toji could only get a couple thrusts in before he noticed soft streaks of tears coating your cheeks, which quickly reminded him of the nearby dangling shower head.

He doesn't warn you, doesn't say anything, and doesn't even let you get a moment to get your breathing in order before he's got the damn thing in his hands. The next thing you feel is warm, heavy pressure splattering against your clit in unison with his broad tip imprinting itself against the depths of your cunt. Your pussy gasps around his cock before you so and Toji's hips are slapping against yours a little faster to chase the suckling sensation your walls are busy greeting his every vein with.

You almost lose your balance against the wall with how utterly caught off guard you are. The warm pleasure that sparked hot flashes of bliss all throughout your body from the combination of his hefty length inside you and that lovely shower head streaming all sturdy against your clit was enough to have you dumb with delight.

You're creaming around his cock within the next few seconds. Toji can't even fight off the proud smile that spreads across his uneven lips at the feeling. His thrusts get even faster-, harder to coax you through it and the way he was handling the show head's jet-stream was around your clit was almost better than his thumb had been moments ago.

It's not until your high is dying down and you're trying to pull away from him for a second time that he tosses the shower head and lets it tap into the wall for a moment. Because you keep running from what you've been begging him to give you for months, Toji's handling your body how he pleases all over again.

He shoves your leg over and down, spinning the rest of your fame around so that both of your hands are pressed against the wet shower wall. Then he dips a hand into your arching spine and has you bent over exactly how you wanted to be earlier that day.

You're feeling a hand deepen the arch in your back and another dive into your head of hair to tug before you have a chance to think. You think Toji's cock gets bigger inside you, somehow. Your ass bounces back against him and he's properly handling the entirety of your body as if you were some kinda fucktoy.

You spent all this time thinking you were the pervert in this apartment when in reality, it was him. Toji's imagined having you arched over 'n spread for him like this more times than you could even wrap your head around if he told you.

There's a sharp sting felt against your ass with the way his hand comes down against it all of a sudden, making you moan twice as loud as you had before, “Mmngh! Toji!”

“Oooh," He starts smiling wickedly, pulling your head back further so that he can start talking into your ear again. He never wants you to miss a single word of his, apparently. Grunting against the crown of it, "M'hittin’ deeper now, huh?”

“Yes," Your pussy pulsates with saturated overstimulation around the long span of his cock, "S-So fuckin’-, big… t-too big!”

The sounds of his skin meanly smacking against yours every time he thrusts into that particular spot inside you that has you seeing stars echoes all throughout the small bathroom, practically bouncing off of the walls. Toji slips his hand from your spine to underneath you so he can feel each time his dick creates that fat bulge against your skin.

As soon as he feels the results of his own actions against his palm, he groans, “I tried to warn you,” His hand presses at your lower abdomen—exactly where his ragged girth is resting—and it forces your pussy to clamp deliciously around him, “But nooo, my cockhungry roomie never thinks that far ahead now, does she?”

You shake your head but, he can't tell if that's because you were too fuck-out already or if that was in response to his words.

“All that time thinking I’m the ditzy one here and yet all you do is think about my dick and then get stupid once it’s in ya’,” He mocks meanly, hips bucking forward with heavier motions that have his balls slapping against your clit sinfully, “Shit.."

Toji leans back and looks down, watching his cock disappear inside you and biting his lip at how debauched the lips of your cunt look sucking him in greedily, "Look at ‘er now, swallowing up every inch like she was made for it... Slutty girl."

You hardly have it in you to respond with anything more coherent than a throaty whimper of, “Right there Toji, p-please..”

“I know,” He huffs as if annoyed. Though, you can’t see the way he’s got his brows screwed up because of the way your cunt is guzzling him in perfectly. As he thrashes against your sweet spot again, he breaks out another lopsided smile, “M’here, aren’t I?”

“Ohmygod,” You’re choking, legs beginning to quiver as that tight knot in the lowest pit of your stomach begins to coil up again.

Tilting his head and keeping his eyes taut on your spread lips around his meanly plummeting cock, “Yeahh, y’feelin’ it?”

“S’too much!” You breathe through a widely gaping mouth, saliva dripping down onto the shower floor just as slick was dripping off of his balls from your hypnotically weeping folds, “G-Gonna cum again,”

Toji scoffs, “So cum. Make a pretty mess on that dick,” He encourages with a somewhat lighter smack against your pretty, hand-marked ass cheek. You do exactly that almost instantaneously—every inch of your body shuddering from the back-to-back releases. “Theeere you go. Feel all better now?” He coos.

“Uhuhh,” You’re nodding dumbly against the wall with your eyes flutter shut.

To which his palm smooths over your ass and he mocks you again with a pout, “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Toji.” You moan tiredly, “I feel s’much better now but I-, ah! I wanna make you cum too.”

Just as you say that, he notices your hips trying helplessly to push back and meet his continuous thrusts. The gesture is cute, really.

“Oh yeah? Go on then, make me spill inside this pussy since you want it so bad,” His voice is velvety and sweet with you all of a sudden—curating the perfect pitch to help you continue fucking yourself back on him.

No matter how many times you cum, it seems like his cock doesn’t ever stop feeling oh-so-heavenly inside you. Nothing could compare to receiving the very thing you whined for almost nightly.

“Jus’ like that. Don’t stop–don’t you fuckin’ stop.” Toji’s breath quickly gets unsteady when you push back with a bit more purpose, his grip on you becoming something rather trembly and eager, “Almost there, doll. Keep—f-fuuck you feel so good—keep goin’.”

That last praise blearily rolls off of his tongue before he's meeting your ass with his sharply toned pelvis. The weight of his thrusts makes you jerk forward and cry out in surprise. You're slipping off the wall again and just barely he's holding you in place while he brands himself into your pussy via dumping his gooey load of cum into you.

Nasty squelch after squelch sob into the air until both of you feel spent and are left panting hotly, hardly able to hold one another up and teetering on the edge of slipping. Toji gives you some final, lazy pumps of his breeding cock before slumping forward against you.

You probably would've fallen right over if not for the way you steady yourself against the wall while he chases his breath. The moment it's caught in his lungs again, he's kissing your shoulder tenderly like you're not actively going numb in your legs.

"Next time..." He starts out, smearing his words into your skin in between his little pecks, "If you want me to fuck you," Both of arms wrap around you and you think he's hugging you for a second but, then you feel his hands come up to lovingly squeeze your tits—lips at your neck, "You'll come present yourself to me 'n ask, yeah?"

You let a harmless scoff fall out of you, "Or you can just fuck me whenever you want."

Toji lifts his head to look at you-, like, really look at you. Then you watch how slow he blinks, as if he couldn't believe what you just said, "You're giving me your consent to free use, roomie?"

"Mhm," You hum in response.

The last smile he gives you is something dirty, "Wow, what a filthy pervert you are."

Rolling your eyes and playfully pushing at him, "As if you're any better, you were sniffing my panties earlier!"

"Oh." Toij gulps awkwardly, "You uh, you saw that...?"

Maybe he's not faking the himbo thing as well as he thought he was...

perm toji tags (1/2):

@chewiebee @darilovessfood @kalaiiixoxxx @scarfest @broimherebcsimboredok @c4tzons4turn @chansmai @ker-0-sene @wonderfullymickey @xxvendettaxx

@blcknebula @cupidstrace @iiakithegoat @hellodeeyanna @navyllll @grignardsreagent @kingofpiratesiguess @not-a-glad-gladiator @audiblez @hopelissromantiq

@ms-wiish @2kool4skoolll @daxphoriax @gorouenjoyer @oookore @blubearxy @iaintblockinnobody @anothergojostan @kitassecretgf @iam-souless

@nanamitiddiechomper @ohreallyfriend @kunababy @withersworld @suguphile @megottheswaskikacooooke @kvsqkiii @yourlocalcatscammer @prettysexcgorgeous @lucy-lulu

Higuruma isn’t exactly mean, nor is he much of a talker during sex but… His cock damn sure says a lot as he later fucks up into you just to hear those sweet praises you give him.

You just love complimenting your man and he loves being complimented—honestly the perfect match for each other.

Every moan of his name that leaves your lips only drive him deeper and deeper inside you. He’s so stupidly in love with you and most times it shows through sex instead of words. Despite how he’ll have you bouncing up and down on his left curved cock for hours, this is the most passion you’ll get from the overworked man.

And when he does open his mouth to speak, your cunt is fluttering around his thick head. Whispering a crisply husk utterance of, “Fuck. Ride me, love. Ride me juuus’ like that. Y-Yeahhh. Shit. Love these fuckin’ hips, don’t stop movin’ ‘em.”

Your moaning grows louder by the second and he’s guiding you up and down his dick, eyes rolling to the back of his head with every perfect slam of your ass down onto him. His groans are so deep that they practically bounce off of the walls of your living room, leading you to clamp around him tighter than before.

Higuruma especially loves your nails for some reason. He can’t get enough of how they feel ghosting his skin every time you move your arms or whenever you move to grab ahold of his face and lean down to kiss him. That’s why he’s always paying for them (even though he secretly loves spoiling you too).

Then, when you get a bit more confident and slip your hands down to hold onto his arms, he groans again. His grip on your hips would tighten and there’s just one wet plop after another while you ride him in earnest.

Which is what prompts filthy words to pour out of his mouth like, “Uhuh, fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl. C’mon, you can do it. Make yourself feel good. Use me baby, use me.”

Again, he’s not much of a talker but sometimes you cause the words to just spill from his lips. While he’s spewing filth out to you, you’re getting closer and closer to a messy release. It’s right as you’re about to cum that he demands you look him in the eyes (no matter the position) so that he can watch them gloss over as you cum all around his girthy cock.

You look so fucking gorgeous when you come undone too—it’s a sight Higuruma simply can’t get enough of. Half the time, he ends up fucking his cum up into you just because of that look alone. You wouldn’t even be able to move or run from his deep thrusts, feeling every inch of his carry against your walls until his cum is fucked all the way in to the point that it’s dribbling out of you.

It’s messy but, he loves it. He loves you. And even after sex, he still doesn’t understand how the hell he’s managed to bag a beautiful woman such as yourself…

banner art by Rororogi Mogera || perm everything tags:

@cupidstrace @daxphoriax @blubearxy @nanamitiddiechomper @lucy-lulu @serenadesvt @theodoresvalentine @blcknebula @babblybebe @iluvatsumuuuui

@remscreams @a-jazzy-bee @sktvienna @dawnsoblivion @chloeee20 @naoybby @lanamyersismywife @anosreep @strwbrrymoonwrites @andhereweareallalone

@sindulgent666 @lisabelhyhn @sweetieelilii @sukubusss @yourlocalcatscammer @megottheswaskikacooooke @suguphile @withersworld @ohreallyfriend

@iam-souless @kitassecretgf @burpgod2rizzy @wonderfullymickey @2kool4skoolll @not-a-glad-gladiator @navyllll

You were—or, trying to, anyway. He’s almost always rough like this but shit even after years of being with the man, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the girthy inches of his cock. Hence why your eyes are meeting the back of your skull and you’re babbling soft moans of his name down into the bedding.

“T-Toji,” You mewl sweetly, prompting a mean reel of his toned hips back back back until his sopping tip is left leaving a lewd lil’ kiss against the slit of your cunt. A filthy string of slick droops between the two of you and he tuts. 

“Hm? What’s wrong?” He huffs with a tilt of his head. That large hand of his gives your already hand-marked ass a gentle rub-over while he awaits your shaky reply. Your lashes are busy fluttering and you don’t even continue your statement—instead, you wiggle your hips back, urging for him to push into you again.

It’s then that Toji gets what you want and decides to tease you just a bit more, taking his heavy cock into his hands and moving to tap the head against your left ass cheek. “Whaat?” He utters breathily, almost as if he were mocking you and cooing at you simultaneously, “You want me back inside ya’?”

Nodding dumbly, you just barely angle your head to look back at him and you’re met with his intense hazy verdant gaze. “Mhm,” You grumble to him.

In comes that cocky smile of his and he completely removes his hands from both you and himself, clasping them behind his back for a moment as he redirects his gaze down to what little space remains between his cock and your pulsing hole.

“Heh,” He scoffs shortly and then nods his chin down at the lewdness below him, “Work for it. Lemme see that hand,” Toji directs, to which you hesitate little to shift your hand under your body and in between your legs, fingertips grazing his sensitive balls for half a second before you messily wrap your hand around his cock and tug on him carefully. “Fuuck,” He smiles at your fingers perfectly hugging his throbbing shaft, “That’s a pretty rock I gotcha’, isn’t it?”

Oh, right. How could you have possibly forgotten the reason he’s been acting the way he has all night. You’re engaged now. He proposed earlier that day right after dinner and it was the most romantic thing ever—of course he had you wear that ring for the rest of the night, even while he fucks you stupid.

“Mhmm…” The sound of Toji’s throaty hum makes your cunt shiver in pure need. You carefully angle his cock toward your pussy and catch a glimpse of him drooling a little before he swipes his tongue over his lips and pulls his lower one in between his teeth. Voice dipping an octave lower, “Keep goin’, guide me to her.”

Shifting your knees backwards against the bed and closing the distance between his length and you, you decide only to get back at him for a few seconds and purposefully swipe his angry cockhead up ‘n down against your slobbering folds. You watch the way his eyebrows twist up and his lips part softly, a breathy sound dangerously close to a whine falling from his dampened mouth.

“Don’t do that, baby,” Toji whispers, quickly moving his beefy hands to your hips and pushing himself forward. “Y’know how much I hate bein’...” His jaw falls open as you interrupt his sentence by merely pulling his cock an inch inside you, “...T-Teased-, shit.”

You continue on like that for a while, fucking yourself solely on his plump cockhead and getting drunk off the feeling. Not to mention the heavy grunts Toji releases as you keep control. His eyes are so greedy on you and he simply can't get enough.

Your sappy walls hug the ridges of his cock so snug that it makes his breath grow heavier by the second even though he's not fully inside you. “Fuck." Your fiancé muttered, "Look at you, all perfect jus’ f’me.”

You're slow to retract your hand and focus all your movement into your hips, feeling him give you a lazy roll forward as his cock slots back into your cunt in one slippery motion. Letting off a moan of his name once he casually reaches the hilt of your pussy, “Toji..”

He swallows down whatever pathetic noise had been on the verge of escaping his throat and gives your hips a tender squeeze, “Hmm?”

You forget why exactly you called his name for a hot second due to the way he picks up this slow but deep pace with you—a complete contrast to earlier. Your face turns into the bed for a moment and you whine, “Hnngh…" Lips parting hotly against the sheets, you eventually manage out a muffled, "'Love you."

His cock throbs inside you and you gasp at the way he snaps his hips forward unintentionally, moving his palms to the bed at your sides and leaning down to you, “You love me?” Toji taunts, earning a cute nod of your head. “Yeahhh? Go on, show me then. Show me how much you love this cock right now,” His hand slithers under you and you feel his weight press against you, deepening the aching inches inside you whilst his thick calloused fingertips meet your clit.

He doesn't even have to clarify what he means by that because you're making the filthiest mess around his cock for the nth time of that night and he's smiling over you, “Uhuh. Juuus’ like that, pretty.”

A pitched sound leaves you but you manage to find yourself again somewhere within your high, lifting your head and huffing, “S-Say it back,” Before glancing to him and shooting him a glare, accompanied with the same pout he think he fell in love with, “...A-Asshole.”

Toji rolls his eyes profoundly at that but he smiles, “Yeah, yeah, love you too, brat.” Then you feel yourself collapsing into the mattress as he leans all the way down to your ear, presses a haste kiss against your skin, and then whispers, “Can’t wait t’marry you.”

☆ Nanami Kento

It's Valentine's day night and yet there you were still having to beg your husband of many years for something. Moaning, “Ken' please.” While you flash your best pleading eyes and stare up at the man.

Ever the gentleman, Nanami merely smiles at you as if he were confused, “Please, what, my love?"

Your brows twist up and you bat your eyelashes at him, glancing down to watch the way he rudely slaps his heavy cock against your cunt again, “Stop teasin’.”

Your overly handsome husband has the audacity to smile at your sudden command, “Oh? But look at you now," He says in that gentle baritone that makes your cunt clench around nothing, "You’re drooling for me..."

You wanted to say something else, y'know, argue and beg him to just fuck you already but when he lifts his cock away from your pussy entirely, all you can do is let out a pathetic whine. The sound prompts a slight spurt of precum from his tip but just to make things a lil' messier, Nanami brings his free hand up to his mouth and your eyes widen as you watch him.

Now, you've always known that your man was a gentleman during the day and a complete freak at night but god does he never fail to make your breath hitch. You watch him with glossy eyes as he spits a wad of saliva onto his finger tips, bring them down to his cockhead, smears the liquid messily over his tip, faintly moans, and then gently thrusts himself right up against your clit.

With a nasty slip against you, Nanami is left panting. His cheeks are flush with a warm shade of pink and you can feel your entire body heating up more and more by the second as he continues to tease you to tears.

You thought he'd stop there and give you what you wanted but no, the moment you moan out his name, he grows the desire to drag all this teasing out even further. Dragging his cock back against your heat and smearing his pre all over your sloppy folds, Nanami groans.

"My gorgeous girl," He murmurs to you. Though, you're not sure if it was to you or your cunt. You believe it's the later as he takes his unoccupied hand and uses his thumb and index to spread the lips of your pussy open—following this action up with another lift and mean slap of his cock, a slick wet sound entering the air as he does so.

Your back arches up a little at that and it becomes apparent to you for the first time in a while since you'd gotten to this point with your husband that, well, he's got your hands tied up over your head. You couldn't reach down and urge is cock inside you even if you wanted to (despite the bondage being your idea).

So, there you are, legs spread open like some slut-, his slut, panting and huffing at how badly you're aching for him to be inside you. Your cunt tensing around nothing with every heavy thwack of his cock and wad of spit he dribbles down onto the filthy exposure.

It's not until Nanami rolls his dripping tip around your clit in taunting circles that you start genuinely losing your mind. Your hands squirm to move at the sensation and your husband remains almost as composed as ever while watching your face twist up into pleasure. Your lashes are batting and you're releasing a soft string of moans, whispering his name, and lifting your hips in desperation.

To which he simply presses a hand down to your hip and pins you to the bed. Then he stares dead into those loving eyes of yours and starts swatting his cock head left 'n right against your twitching clit. Oh now he's just being mean.

You start pouting and open your mouth to say something, only to be cut off by a clear moan bubbling out your throat as Nanami drags his cock down, fucks himself into his fist against you, and plunges only the tip in and out and in and out of you.

"Ken please," You repeat, "Just put it in."

"I am, aren't I?" Nanami hums with a kind smile on his face.

"All of it," You grunt, trying to lifting your hips again but failing as he shoves you right back down.

Scoffing, "My wife's demanding today, isn't she?"

"You've been doing this for hours," You bite back with a bratty eye roll.

"Oh please, now she's just being dramatic. What do you say, hun?" He redirects to ask your cunt, "Think I just give her what she wants?" His cock rubs right in between your folds and you can feel the veins decorating his length throbbing. "Should I stuff you full already?"

The lack of attention to you (in a way) makes you frown, "Kento—"

"Don't be rude, sweetheart." He cuts off sharply and sternly.

You grumble something under your breath and that earns Nanami's fawn brown eyes back onto your face. It's almost intimidating the way he looks at you, a gentle glare, like he dares you to repeat yourself. Spoiler alert, you don't. If anything, you swallow thickly and wonder what's going on in his mind as to why he's staring at you so hard all of a sudden-

Nanami cuts every thought you were having off with one sharp thrust into your cunt, a nasty squelch echoing into the air along with a hitched breath from his throat. He then slumps down against you, pressing his hard chest against the softness of your own, moving his lips purposefully to the crown of your ear and tugging a bit of your skin in between his teeth.

Your arms jerk against the restrictions fastened around your wrist as the reflex to wrap them around his neck and claw at his back kicks in.

Nanami drags his hips back and the next thrust into you makes you choke out a moan right into the sex-enduced air. Your body was so so hot against his, that's why he liked teasing you so much beforehand. Sure, he could've gotten you this worked up with his voice alone but, where's the fun in that?

And as for his voice that he knows you love so much, Nanami intentionally presses his mouth against your ear and groans your name deeply. You throb so prettily around him that it makes his lips curve into a knowing smile, "I missed you.” He says into your ear.

Nanami's hands find your legs and he grips onto your plush skin firmly with those hardworking palms of his, parting you a bit wider for himself before picking up his pace.

"K-Kento, fuck!" You gasp as he angles precisely into you.

Growling hotly into your skin, “Agh, I know, I know," Nanami coos. He shifts his hips only a little and zones into that same area inside you, feeling your lips quiver around the girth of his cock, "That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

You're a bit too busy losing your mind beneath him, having already reached your orgasm the moment he slid into you and now being fucked into an embarrassing state of overstimulation. 'Guess that's where all that teasing landed you—and you have the nerve to wonder why he does it.

Chuckling at you as if he's not seconds away from stuffing you full of gooey ropes of cum, “So sensitive.” Nanami teases. He then leans up and allows his eyes to fall on your expression. You were a mess, a few tears were slipping down your cheeks, your eyes kept flickering back, and a spot of drool was spilling out the corner of your lips.

“And look at this face,” Nanami's quick to bring attention to it, to which you whine and try turning your head away from him out of embarrassment. He's been down this road with you time and time again so, all he does is bring a hand to your jaw and force you to look at him.

Inching closer to you and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “You look so beautiful taking all of me like this," He praises, tongue darting out to lap up the few tears you had decorating that pretty face of yours. He was so infatuated with you. "Hear me?" Nanami utters.

You manage a messy fucked-out nod but that's simply not enough for this husband of yours. No, he's a greedy man when it comes to you.

So, Nanami moves his lips over yours and sears his words right into your mouth, "Say it," He tells you, "Tell me how beautiful my wife is."

With a strong gripping clench around his cock at that, you struggle to maintain eye contact with him during this moment of intimacy and the words come fumbling out of your mouth, "Ken..."

"Tell me," He says in a gentler tone, "Please?"

"S-So beautiful," You whimper. You're so embarrassed as you say that out loud to him but, even so, your body is feeling a bit more confident than before. Leading to your legs wrapping around his toned waist and locking him into this position with you—even though you can't verbalize it, you can physically be that confident wife he loves so much.

Which is exactly why Nanami mashes his lips onto yours once you do that and starts fucking you into the bed, groaning, grunting, growling into your mouth as his tongue sloppily meets yours.

After all, what kind of man would he be if he didn't make sure you understood how gorgeous you are on Valentine's day of all days? Which is why the remainder of the night is spent with him asking telling you to compliment yourself.

☆ Gojo Satoru

Oh he’s definitely surprising you with his cock on full display for you. After spending the entire week showering you with gifts and a new surprise each day, how could he not save the best gift for the night of?

“What’s with that look on your face, do you not like your gift?” Your boyfriend, who’s currently sprawled out against the comfort of your shared mattress, asks you as you stand a few feet away simply baffled.

Blinking, you try to gather the display before you as calmly as possible. “Is this why you rushed out the bathroom like that?” You’d asked in return, referring only to a few minutes prior to this as you and your lover had bathed oh-so-romantically together.

Gojo tries his best to flash an indifferent smile, as if he isn’t utterly embarrassed right now.

You’ve got to be the only women he’d ever present himself to like this—matching bathrobe hanging just barely off of his shoulders as he lays across the bed, body dampened with water that glistens under the soft room lighting, cock exposed and throbbing as it typically does when he’s around you, with a tip that’s just as embarrassed and flushed as the rest of his body is, and a bow wrapped firmly around his base.

You hardly know where to place your eyes. He’d been basically courting you all week and loved on you a bit more than normal (which says a lot in itself because this man is just head over heels for you) just for him to end the day with one last surprise for you; himself.

Crossing your arms right under your chest and taking careful steps closer to him, a smile creeps onto your face, “I can get this anytime of the year, how’s this a gift?” You tease before dipping one knee onto the mattress.

Gojo’s rolling his eyes immediately and a pout tugs at his lower lip, “Well… I put a bow on it,” He practically mumbles out to you.

Your boyfriend really had a knack for being so utterly adorable when he wanted to. Which is exactly why you can’t help but proceed to tease him a little. “I can see that ‘Toru,” You hum softly.

And honestly, who are you to refuse a gift like this? Look at the man, he went 'out of his way' just to put a pretty lil' bow on his cock juuust for you!

Obviously you waste no time in enjoying your gift.

It started out with soft banter, a slow removal of your bathrobe, a sensual approach to him on the bed, and a quick position of yourself in between his legs. Although, it didn't take long for you to clasp your teeth onto the ribbon wrapped around him and then give it an eager tug.

By then, Gojo's breath was already heavy. How could it not be? He's got the best girlfriend a man could ever ask for in between his legs and unwrapping his cock with a hungry look in her eyes—of course he's going to have unsteady breathing.

Especially when you look up at his face as you pull the bow loose and allow it to fall out against his bare thighs. Then you're sending him a teasing wink before bringing your lips to the head of his cock. And oh he was leaking the entire time, cum dripping all down the sides of his lengthy cock before your lips fully met him.

Gojo always found himself to be a weak man in the face of you, no matter what he did, and today was no different.

Your freshly manicured nails are the only thing he can focus on to keep himself from cumming on the spot as your hand wraps around his base and you lull your tongue out to meet the crown of his cock.

Giving him one teasing kitten lick, you sigh, "Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are 'Toru?"

You're trying to kill him, clearly. If his face wasn't flushed before, it damn sure is now. This is the only reason why he tries his best to avoid letting you give him head, he always ends up like this—cheeks as red as ever, cock twitching wildly in your hand before he even enters your mouth, and voice coming out with a faint crack as he tries to respond to you.

"N-No," He responds. There's this pitch in his voice that makes your cunt throb. You never knew Gojo Satoru to have a voice crack like that. You hadn't even done anything yet. He's quick to clear his throat though, "I mean, only you've told me that."

Your plumped, lightly saliva-glossed lips wrap around the tip of his cock and his head immediately flies back. Hah, yeah, he's not lasting too long like this. "Do you like it when I tell you how pretty you are?" You whisper softly.

His blue eyes are fixed up on the ceiling now and as you continue to look up at him, you just watch the violent bob of his adam's apple as he gulps. "'Course I do," Gojo tries to say confidently, "I like anything you tell me, sweets."

"Yeah?" You purr. Ah, shit. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Can you look at me, Satoru?" You request softly.

Mhm, he's done for. Not able to tell you no or ignore your gentle request, Gojo forces himself to tip his head back into place and look down at you. Cum starts dribbling out from his fat cockhead again but that's not what makes him lose his mind, no.

What really gets him is the way you stick your tongue out and make him watch his lengthy inches slot into your mouth. Saliva spills past your lips and wets up the rest of his length that your mouth doesn't reach, in which you spread around with your hand as you rotate your palm against his shaft.

He can't help the full body reaction that invokes. He almost immediately sits up a bit straighter and moans, "Fuck.. Can you warn me next time before you just—"

His jaw falls slack the moment you pop your mouth off of his cock and start jerking him off with whatever saliva is left lathering his aching length. Snowy white brows twisting up in a mix of pleasure and confusion, Gojo loses his breath as you lean up to his face and meet his lips with a messy kiss.

"Mmgh," He groans against you, moving a shaky hand to your waist as he kisses you back passionately.

When you pry away from him, you grin. "You like anything I tell you, right?"

He nods, "Uhuh..." Gojo's eyes are low on yours and he wonders where exactly you're going with this. He can't think too clearly with the way you're jerking him off but—

You cut his brain off with a sensual whisper near his lips, "What if I told you about how much I like havin' your cock in my mouth?"

He cums. Right then, right there, in your hand, as prematurely as ever. And that, that is exactly why Gojo hates when you give him head. You can't help but look down at the mess your boyfriend's made of himself in your hand. So much came out that it makes you giggle.

And the fact that you've get to stop moving your hand only makes him choke out your name. To which you tune out, too focused on how much cum is still spurting out of his glazed tip. Then you make this face, as if you were satisfied with just that and...

Gojo thinks he falls in love with you all over again. He spent all week catering to you, today especially, and normally he's the one who has you like this by the end of a special night but here he was—pathetically falling for how much you seemed to enjoy seeing him like this.

Seeing him...submissive.

Yeah, but don't worry. This is only a Valentine's day thing. Trust and believe he will be reversing the roles in a moment. Y'know, as soon as you remove your hand from his cock and stop staring at him like you want to devour him whole.

☆ Choso Kamo

“It’s yours Cho’, take it.”

Did you have any idea what you were even asking for sometimes? 

How could you moan out something like that when he’s mid-stoke and expect him to hold back? Of course his hips are gonna start stuttering against you and he’s gonna thrust his thick cock a bit harder than intended as words stumble out his mouth, “H-Huh?” Choso gasps, dumbfoundedly. “But, I wanted to cater to you tonight..” He pouts.

Even while literally being on top of you, gently pressing your legs against your chest, and stuffing you full of his rudely curved cock, he still had a way of being so soft ‘n kind to you. A shade of red decorates his cheeks and the tips of his ears and he’s got that lovestruck look in his eyes as he admires you below him.

Sending him the same smile he fell in love with, “You always cater to me, baby. S’okay, I don’t want you to hold back anymore.” You tell him.

Choso swallows thickly and he halts the movement of his hips for a second, leaving his throbbing cock bulging against the walls of your slobbering pussy. “But, Valentine’s day…” He trails off carefully and his brows meet in confliction, “I should be making love to you—”

Your hands move to cup his cheeks into your palms and you giggle, “You make love to me all year long.” Tugging him down and forcing his eyes to focus solely on your own, “Look at me,” You breathe out, feeling his dick twitch inside you. “Tonight… I want you to fuck me.”

“Princess,” Choso grunts, falling forward a little and motioning to kiss you. Part of him wanted to shut your mouth with his own. If you kept talking to him like that, he was gonna act on desires he’s been suppressing for a long time.

You let him kiss you for a couple of seconds but soon pry your lips away with a wet pop, whispering, “I know you want to,” You point out, earning a mean press of his hips and causing his cockhead to greet your sweet spot with the filthiest french kiss, “Ah… A-And you’ve been such a good boyfriend to me, so—”

Choso tugs his hips back and his expression changes immediately. From soft ‘n loving to something more serious, more feral, “Say that again?” He rasps out.

Your eyelashes meet a couple times in shock at his quick change in demeanor but, you don’t hesitate to hum out to him, “You’ve been a good boyfriend to me.”

His eyes get lower and suddenly his voice is growing huskier, “And the other part? What you said before that.” Choso asks, leaning up slightly and letting your hands leave his face.

“I want you to fuck me,” You repeat, confused as to what exactly this is about to earn you.

The last thing that leaves Choso’s kiss-bitten lips is a low curse of, “Shit.”

Maybe it was the first thing you said that threw him off, the whole thing about how it’s his and he should just take it, or maybe it was the look in your eyes, or even those last two statements. He’s been a good boyfriend? You want him to fuck you?? Shit, how the hell is he supposed to function properly after hearing that?

Which is exactly why it doesn’t take him long to do as you’ve asked to and fuck you down into the bed in the meanest mating press.

Cock bullying into your soaking cunt, husk groans exiting his throat, and hands all over your body to grab and hold onto any bit of your hot skin he can get to—Choso’s treating your pussy ruder than he ever has before. The nasty squelch that echoes into the air after every thrust, the way you moan his name out sexier than he’s heard you before, and the cute twitch and clench of your cunt around his cock all drive him even crazier.

You find yourself embarrassed by how quickly he makes you cum by acting the way he is and you move your hands to cover your face. Choso’s never felt this way before but the sight of you being too shy to show him your expression while he pounds into you makes him a bit greedier.

“Don’t cover your face,” Choso huffs out, “Lemme see you.” Before you could even move one of your hands away, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs it away from you. You gaze up at him all wide-eyed and lost in pleasure, watching pants leave his lips and the way his hair messily falls over you. Getting a bit rougher with his thrusts and watching your eyes get even wider, “This is how you wanted me, isn’t it?” Choso asks.

You’re quick to shoot your other hand to his chest and your nails claw at his skin as you give him the weakest push, jaw stupidly hanging open with moan after moan sliding out your throat. “C-Choso,” You choke when he makes this specific face—almost as if the sight of you pushing at him for a break made his brain short-circuit.

Pupil dilating and cock pulsing inside you, Choso nibbles on his lower lip for a second to bite back a smile before grunting heavily, “You’re pushin’ me away,” He points out before dropping his weight onto you even more. “S’cute…” Choso huffs thoughtlessly. He’s beyond pussydrunk at this point, and hardly even realizes what’s coming out of his mouth. Groaning, “Ugh, I-I thought you said it was mine? Didn’t you want me to take it like it’s mine?” He sears, “Fuck you like I belong t’ya?”

A whimper flies out of your mouth because he’s only emphasizing his every question with a heavier thrust of his cock, gaze locked onto your own so he can watch the way your eyes roll back in bliss. 

“That’s it,” Choso whispers to you before lifting himself a little, letting go of your wrist, and bringing that calloused hand of his down to the lower half of your tummy. Then he presses his palm down, “Can you feel me right here?”

Slurred together, “M’gonna cum,” Starts pouring from your lips over and over in a faint whiny whisper and your boyfriend simply fucks you right through it.

Smiling, Choso seems to purr his words out, “Yeahh? C’mon then, cum on this cock,” He grunts, speeding up his pace as he feels you gush all around him, “Get it nice ‘nd messy, princess.”

Your eyes are at the back of your skull by that point and your body quakes beneath your boyfriend. You didn’t know his mouth could be so nasty with you—in a verbal sense, anyway. And the way he was staring down at you, soaking up every moan and mewl that left those pretty lips of yours, fuck it made you wonder why you didn’t ask him to do this sooner. 

You’re not sure if he’s ever made you cum that hard before (he has, you’re just a bit too fucked out to remember right now). So, as you come down from your high, he slows himself down, smearing the mix of your cum and the slick that’s been drooling from his tip all against your pulsing walls. Your pants come to a steady halt once you catch your breath and you glance up at him with this dazed look plastered all over your face.

Choso brows furrow and he nuzzles every inch of his cock into you slowly, holding himself back from fucking you into overstimulation, “S-Shit, don’t look at me like that…” He mumbles to you. Aaand just like that he was back to normal, averting his gaze and everything, “Makin’ me nervous..” When his eyes do find yours again, he leans in to engage in an intimate whisper, “Was that too much?”

You fight the urge to use whatever you have left of your stamina to laugh at him. Shaking your head, you palm his cheek again and pull him down to kiss you. Then, you speak in between his lips, “Want you to do it again, Cho’.”

His breath hitches, “O-Oh, you like that?” It takes a second for that to register but when it does, he nods and leans up, confidence returning just like that. “Mh, I’ll keep that in mind for next time. Didn’t think you’d like my mouth to be jus’ as rude as my cock is with you.”

☆ Sukuna Ryomen

“What a stupid Holiday…” Sukuna grumbles out to you not to long after the two of you had arrived home from a rather romantic date. “This is no different than what we normally do," He scoffs, referring to the way you're currently propped up in his lap.

You flash your boyfriend a sly smile and rock your hips back against the bulge that’s poking up against your cunt, “Yeah, but you’re twitching more than normal, ‘Kuna.”

He kisses his teeth and glances away from you dismissively, his grip on your hips tightening. “You have been depriving me of my needs all week,” Sukuna grunts out as you rub over a particularly sensitive part of his cock.

All these stupid layers in between you and him were driving him insane. He had half a mind to toss you into the back seat ‘n rip the flimsy dress you’re wearing right off but after putting him on a sex ban from the last holiday (Christmas) that he did that… he decides to control himself a bit more on this day.

“The buildup will be worth it,” Your voice sounds weirdly sweeter than normal. It’s almost though every syllable that slips off of your tongue makes his entire body react. It was weird. You were weird.

Scoffing again, “I’m sick of this ‘buildup’ nonsense.” Your boyfriend complains to you again.

Your hands trail up along his broad shoulders and you lean closer to him, breasts grazing his beefy chest as you do so, “Sukuna—”

He’s quick to snap his eyes back onto yours due to the closer proximity and there seems to be a faint softening in those typically hard red eyes of his. “Let me at least touch you,” Sukuna murmurs. You swear you notice his face flicker into something almost needy for a split second but perhaps you imagine it. 

Or at least, you thought you imagined it until your boyfriend leans closer to you and slithers one of his arms around your waist—the other slipping down to sneak beneath the fabric of your dress and meet your bare skin. Then, he stares directly at your lips, “...Please?”

You’re taken aback by the word that just left his lips. Sukuna Ryomen, your boyfriend of two years, begging you for something? Perhaps he hit his head sometime earlier. “Did you just beg?” You chuckle out lightheartedly, not exactly taking him seriously.

Sukuna remains indifferent, as if he said nothing out of the ordinary. “I did,” He hums, dropping his gaze down to your body atop his and squeezing your leg a bit, “Lift your hips, angel.”

You blink. Then, you feel his cock practically jump under you as your next word leaves your lips, “Sukuna are you…” 

Even though you trailed off, he was losing it. You hadn’t let him do anything sexual with you in weeks and today of all days was more tortuous than any other. The dress you wore to dinner, the red lipstick stains you pressed into his neck before you’d even went out, your scent—fuck, you smell ten times sweeter than normal. Maybe it’s just because it’s been a while but, either way, the simple utterance of his name for a third time in a row makes his body so utterly anxious for you.

“I am aching to touch you,” Sukuna huffs, a hinted groan lying beneath his words as he shifts his face into the crook of your neck and inhales strongly. Then, his fingernails dig into the skin of your thigh and his voice grows rougher, “Lift your fuckin’ hips.” He demands, pausing for a couple seconds to let his eyes fall to the back of his head in reaction to the throb he feels against his precum smothered cockhead. “…Please?” Sukuna whispers.

And that was all it took for you. You never knew him to beg and although it was extremely foreign to hear the first time, you wouldn't exactly ignore how sexy it sounded leaving his lips.

He always demands and sometimes asks—never forces, of course, but never ever begs… until today, that is. So how can you possibly find it in you to deny him any longer?

Slowly, you begin to raise your hips and at that very second, you look down and notice his own rolling upwards as he adjusts himself in his seat. He may have asked you to lift but he didn’t think much about how that meant he wouldn’t be feeling your warm panty-clad cunt against his bulge anymore.

With a throaty grumble, Sukuna rubs the bridge of his nose against the skin of your neck and he moves one of his hands in between your legs, “...Thank you.”

Everything about your body was so so addictive. The way you gasp lightly as he presses his fingers against your flimsy panties that hug your cunt so snuggly, the slight arch in your spine, and the way your hand meets his wrist at the touch all drive him mad with lust.

Sukuna could feel his heart pulsing in his chest in a way that was unusual. He’d never felt such strong waves of need until now.

The pads of his two thick fingers rub right in between your slick folds against your panties and he smirks, “All that talk about ‘buildup’ and yet you were more anxious for this than me.” He points out, feeling the twitch that follows his words.

He slowly tugs that soaked fabric to the side and as soon as his fingers rub against your cunt bare, you gasp again. Maybe you were needier than you’d let on. Sukuna retracts his hand for only a second and brings it to his mouth, pressing them against his lips and letting your slick rest there for a moment before returning his fingers to your dripping hole.

Then, you just barely watch him lick his lips and grunt at the taste right against your neck. Then he kisses you and positions two of his fingers to your entrance, easing them both in seamlessly while trailing his kisses up to your jawline.

Whispering hotly into your skin, “Look at that, took me all the way in only one thrust.” He breathes, drawing his fingers outward steadily and feeling the clench your pussy tries to hold him with, “S’warm in here,” Sukuna moans a little and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this before.

Dipping his digits right back into you, your boyfriend works your squelching cunt with ease, soon pressing his thumb against your clit and groaning while you moan over him, “Mmgh, I missed playin’ with her like this. She’s so reactive…”

You were losing your mind just as much as he was, eyes frantically traveling over to his car windows and wondering what someone would think if they passed by and saw this. He didn’t have the darkest tint in the world and even though it was nightfall, a person could gather a erotic idea of what was taking place inside the vehicle rather easily. 

A heavy pant falls from your lips, “Hah, w-we should stop, ‘Kuna. What if someone sees—”

“Who cares? I am celebrating my woman on this ‘special’ day,” He tells you, upping the thrust of his fingers ever so slightly as he lifts his head from your neck and looks at you.

He couldn’t get over how much you were soaking his fingers right now, slick trickling down along his skin, decorating his wrist with pretty filth. Oh, you were everything to him—not that he would ever tell you. Instead, he smiles and curls his fingers deep inside you, “Pleasing her special spots, watching her pretty face twist up, cherishing her… loving her.”

Your legs twitch to clamp together at the sound of that. With glossy parted lips, you flash your boyfriend a dumbfounded look, “D-Did you just say you love me?” You utter as the faintest smile of satisfaction tugs at the corner of your mouth.

Sukuna maintains eyes contact with you and shoves his fingers deeper just to watch you lift your hips a bit as if to escape, “In a way, I suppose I did say that, huh?” He laughs a little and his head tilts to the side when he feels your walls throb around his two fingers, more of your slick gushing past your messily parted folds and wetting him up even more.

“Oh, was that to your liking? What if I say it more directly?” He moves to your right ear and says confidently and heavily with that rough voice of his, “I love you.”

Your face falls forward onto his shoulder and you moan messily into him, thighs tensing, and teeth baring just to bite down on him a little as you’re fingered right over the edge. An almost annoyed groan exits your throat and you find yourself frustrated at how embarrassingly quickly you finished.

Now laughing at you, “That’s all it took for you to cum?” Sukuna teases, pulling his fingers out for a second and leaning back to get a glance at it, “Look at this mess you’ve made, ugh.” He hums, parting his fingers and watching the way your release drips all messily along his skin.

“S’your fault,” You puff out against his shoulder.

His smile widens as if he were proud, “My fault? Hm. I suppose I should take responsibility then, yes?”

You lift your head a little and look down to his lap, knowing exactly what he means by that. Then, your gaze raises to his face and you quirk a soft brow before moving one of your hands to adjust his seat.

Sukuna scoffs lightly and leans back against his steadily reclining seat, cocking his head to the side and eyeing you up and down. When your let-back of his seat comes to a stop and there’s enough space for the two of you to move your limbs more freely, your hands find their place on his chest and you trail down. “You wanna.. in here?” You murmur curiously.

“Mhm, smart girl.” Sukuna praises just as your hands meet his waistline. Then, he looks down and nods his chin to your hands, “Now, unzip me.”

☆ Ino Takuma

After spending all day loving and clinging to you more than he normally does, Ino practically forgot to do anything remotely sexual with you. It wasn’t exactly a priority for him on this day. Why would it be? All he wanted to do was see his stunning girlfriend keep that pretty smile on her face all day, sex was the very last thing on his mind.

Though… it becomes rather apparent to him while the two of you are cuddling late that same night. It’s about half an hour past eleven, he’s laying big spoon to you with your back pressed against his chest and your ass flush with his crotch—not that he over-sexualized the position, it was simply cuddling. 

It’s not until the show you guys were making fun of switches to a full on passionate sex scene that his eyes ever so naturally shift from the TV and to you laying against him. One of his arms had been idly wrapped around your waist but not even two minutes into the scene and he started moving it. His fingers begin to splay across your stomach and he rubs his palm over the fabric of your shirt for a bit before deciding experimentally angling his head down into your neck and planting a kiss to the side of it.

Just as he dips down, your entire body reacts and you smile. “Takuma?” You whisper whilst his hand creeps to the end of your oversized t-shirt and then slips beneath it so that he can feel on you skin to skin.

Mumbling and trying his best to keep his smile back, “Hm?”

Your head turns back to him and he lifts his mouth away from your neck to meet eyes with you. “Did that scene get you worked up?”

It’s then that it dawns on you for the millionth time that your boyfriend is really just the most delectable man you could’ve ever laid eyes on. Curious brown gaze gleaming down at you as he sits up a little, soft set grin spreading across his face, and voice leaving his throat as gentle as silk, “Not really,” Ino whispers to you. “I jus’ wanna love on you, baby.”

“Yeah?” Your smile widens and he takes that as his sign to lean in and connect his lips with yours. 

It's a tender moment between you two at first. Soft pecks that both of you chase for as the other pulls away ever so slightly carefully turn into something more heated. Ino’s lips lock onto yours firmly and he pushes against you, his hand rising further up under your shirt before his palm meets your breasts and he gives you a gentle squeeze. 

Groaning into your mouth at the simple contact of your hardening nipple to the center of his hand, Ino can’t help the push of his hips against your own. After that, his touches only grow greedier and greedier. Few words are exchanged between the two of you—only grunts, groans, and breathy moans enter the air for a while as you both melt into one another.

You’ve no idea how much time passes before you end up with two of his skillful fingers working the inner depths of your leaking cunt. His breath is now hot against your ear, “So wet… all I did was kiss you a couple of times,” He chuckles playfully.

A whine leaves your throat and you feel his fingers rub eagerly inside you, “I want more.”

Ino gets a little nervous at the sound of that but, he plays it off as if he were still the one in control of the situation, “Aw, is this not enough for you?” he taunts.

You shake your head and move your hand down over his, guiding his fingers deeper into you.

He starts to get the idea but, instead of fingerfucking you like you so clearly want him to, he tugs his digits out and casually cocks a brow, “Hm. So, what do you want then?”

“You know what I want,” You say, groaning at the loss.

Your boyfriend shrugs innocently and a playful smile dawns across his lips before he looks elsewhere, “Maybe, buuut I wanna hear you ask for it.”

Not hesitating one bit, you lean up closer to him and briefly pull his lower lip into your mouth and suck. Ino’s eyes fall down on your movements and you go from sucking on his lip to kissing him fully, to which he folds. And if that wasn’t enough, when your lips do sever from one another, you whisper, “Can you fuck me, Takuma?”

“Hah, anything for you, beautiful,” He whispers, quickly caught off guard as you turn around to face him full and moving your hands down to his sweats, “O-Oh, we’re eager, are we?”

“Want you inside me,” You grumble, hand sinking past his sweatpants and straight into his boxers to tug his hard cock out. 

Ino had let out one last curse in reaction to your eagerness but he damn sure didn’t deny you of anything. It’s not long before you’re lifting one of your legs and he’s stuffing himself inside you as you both continue laying on your sides facing one another. Your leg hooks onto his hip and he ends up with a mean grip onto the underside of your thigh.

Your legs are all intertwined with one another and Ino’s groaning into your neck while he feeds your greedy cunt his cock over and over again, sucking your skin into his mouth, and leaving all sorts of marks on you.

At some point he lets off a moan and feels your pussy grip onto him even tighter than before in reaction, “Like that?” He whispers, taking your next moan as a response, “Uhuh, I can feel it.”

His voice is so caring and attentive with you, despite the constant stretch of his dick past your folds, slick spilling all out your lips and creating the sloppiest mess of wetness where the two of you are connected. His plump cockhead is giving the depths of your cunt the tenderest smooches, obscure sounds leave both your mouth and your pussy with his every thrust into you. 

Catching your expression particularly lewd, Ino tries to bring your attention back to him and not his cock for a second, inching closer to your face just to talk to you, “Did… ah, did you enjoy your day, baby?” 

Just as he says that to you, you feel his cock glide into that one spot that makes you see stars for a moment. Your jaw falls and you just give him a dumb nod, he’s fucks you so unintentionally good that it makes you lose all trains of thought in only a few minutes—and god when he actually puts in some effort? Now, that’s when you start letting out moans loud enough to earn complaints from your neighbors. 

But for now, Ino doesn’t have to do any of that. You’d been secretly worked up from the moment you woke up to breakfast in bed and now that he’s finally giving you want you’ve been craving, you find your body especially sensitive to his every move and word. 

Ino, as oblivious as ever, simply grins at you, “I enjoyed my day too, mhm.” He hums, eyes all over the way you’re falling apart on his cock right now. His hips snap forward a little harder and the arms you have wrapped around his neck grasp on to him more, nails scratching at his back in reaction—which leaves the prettiest bright red marks he’ll be sure to admire later.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the sudden jerk of his hips and try hiding your face. Ino scoffs before pushing your body over. You fall onto your back and he remains on his side, lazily continuing the sloppy fuck of his cock into you. 

“Don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” He says with a kind smile, flicking a hand down to thumb at your clit, “That’s my job, remember?” Your back arches up off the bed and you struggle to look at him, “C’mon, keep those pretty eyes on mine. Mhmm, just like that.” He praises.

A gorgeous string of moans leave you as he pushes one of your legs to get you spread apart even further. Which quickly ends up with him positioning himself on top of you and thrusting into you with more eagerness than before. You’re not sure where his sudden urge to press you down against the mattress comes from but he sure as hell starts beating his leaking cockhead right into that spot he knows drives you crazy.

And as if to contrast the abrupt bullying of his throbbing inches into you, he leans his mouth up and kisses your forehead softly. It was as though his next word was a warning in regards to the way he’s about to treat your cunt, “Love you.” Ino whispers.

Yeah, he only says that during sex when he’s either about to cum—which usually consists of those two words being uttered over and over, but one single claim of loving you always leads to your legs parted nice and wide for him so that he can look down and watch his cock disappear inside you.

Which is honestly one of his favorite sights, especially when you let him cum inside you, then he gets the chance to watch the creamy mess struggle to stay in your cunt. What better gift to the two of you on this day than that?

perm multi tags (1/2):

@cupidstrace @navyllll @grignardsreagent @kingofpiratesiguess @etsuniiru @not-a-glad-gladiator @2kool4skoolll @daxphoriax @gorouenjoyer @blubearxy

@wonderfullymickey @iaintblockinnobody @kitassecretgf @iam-souless @nanamitiddiechomper @ohreallyfriend @withersworld @lilacsforveins @suguphile @megottheswaskikacooooke

@kvsqkiii @yourlocalcatscammer @lucy-lulu @sukubusss @sweetieelilii @lisabelhyhn @serenadesvt @riameriash @arminseas2 @palanggaaa

@cherslop @makingtimemine @theodoresvalentine @blcknebula @babblybebe @iluvatsumuuuui @remscreams @cursedkisss @jaibunni @blkkizzat