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You should've known not to tell Sylus you needed something.

All you had done was offhandedly mention you needed a new perfume because yours had run out. Just like that, his ears had perked up and he was pulling you into his lap and opening the Sephora website on his computer.

"Which one do you want?" He murmurs into your ear, making you shiver as your slightly shaking hands type in the name of your perfume. He knows how much it works you up to sit in his lap like this, which is exactly why he'd done it. You try to focus and choose the regular size, but he clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

"You wouldn't want to run out again. Get the biggest one. And a few refills." His lips brush your neck as he speaks, making the task of clicking more things considerably more difficult.

You think it's over when the perfume is in your cart. But he doesn't let you move an inch, grip around your waist tightening just slightly when you sit up.

"S-Sylus I don't need anything else." You try not to think about how warm he is, and how your lower abdomen twists when he looks at you through his lashes.

"Your mascara is almost finished. Get a new one, won't you, sweetie?" A hand slips under your shirt, caressing your bare skin. You swear he smirks when your eyes flutter as you try to keep yourself collected.

It's almost a Herculean task getting your mascara in the cart. You have half a mind to just beg him to bend you over the desk now, feeling his excitement against your ass. But still, he hums in disapproval.

"Didn't you say you wanted to try a new body lotion? Get that fancy one." His words are mumbled against your skin as he sucks marks on your neck, fully grinding his hard on against you now.

You add the lotion and press check out before he can see another word. Still, the total is ridiculous, but Sylus merely chuckles when he sees the number.

"So expensive...I expect a kiss in return." He notes, though his eyes widen when you turn around in his lap, eyes hazy.

you weren’t even thinking about it. not really. you were just sitting sideways across his lap, bored out of your mind while he muttered something about calibration curves and planetary trajectory and other sexy nonsense that meant absolutely nothing to you except that he sounded hot saying it. 

and his hand—his dominant hand, the one with the thick rings and the scar at the base of his thumb—was just there, resting on your thigh like it belonged to you now, veins taut, fingers twitching absently every time he made a point.

so yeah. you stared.

maybe you even grazed your own thumb over his knuckle. innocent. curious. maybe you leaned in, tongue poking your cheek, and traced the outline of one ring like you were checking for warmth. maybe you said something dumb, like “these are pretty”, because you couldn’t think of anything else, because you were already thinking about how they’d taste.

and he didn’t stop you. he didn’t flinch. didn’t freeze. just… kept talking, tone dropping half a pitch as your lips brushed his middle finger. “you bored?” he asked, voice low, but not annoyed. just… observant.

“mmh. a little.”

he didn’t smile. didn’t tease. just tapped his pointer twice against your mouth—once, twice—like a knock.

and you opened. just like that. wide and easy and stupidly obedient. his fingers slid in slow. two at first. resting heavy on your tongue, the weight of the rings cool against your lips, your spit already catching in the crevices.

he still didn’t look at you. he kept talking. he kept lecturing, like you weren’t sitting there going stupid on his hand, like you weren’t letting him finger your mouth like it was a fucking stress ball, like you weren’t squeezing your thighs together so tight you’d bruise. his fingers flexed, dragged along your tongue, nudged the back of your throat when you got a little too greedy.

your eyes fluttered. 

he exhaled. and that’s when he finally looked at you. “god,” he muttered, like he was in pain. “look at you.”

and you couldn’t, not really, not when he pushed in deeper, not when your drool started slipping down his wrist, not when he leaned in, voice rough:

“s’this all you needed, sweetheart? a little attention?” his thumb smeared spit across your bottom lip as he pulled back, slow and wet. you didn’t answer. 

you don’t even know why you say it. you’re not the praising type. not really. you tease. you moan. you beg sometimes when he makes you—when he’s in one of those moods, all pushy and mean, telling you to use your manners, sweetheart, like he isn’t already two fingers deep and spreading you open slow just to watch your eyes roll.

and sylus isn’t the kind of guy who needs it either. he’s cold. not just at work. always. cold voice, cold hands, cold look over his shoulder like he’s already ten steps past you in his head. nobody phases him. nobody cracks him. nobody gets to touch him and see him at the same time.

but you do.

and he lets you.

and right now—he’s letting you fuck him soft and slow, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, your hips rolling lazy on top of his while his hand’s curled low around your ass, guiding you, controlling you even when you’re the one on top. that’s how he likes it. how he needs it.

so maybe it’s that. maybe it’s the look on his face. maybe it’s the way his brows are twitching together, like he’s fighting something off—like if he lets you go even a little harder he’s gonna say something stupid, something real.

you’re already gone. you feel too good. you’re too wet. you’re not thinking. so you say it. “you feel so good, sylus.” just like that. soft. breathy. like you mean it. and the second you do—he freezes.

not all the way, not like he’s pulling back. more like he’s startled. like you hit something he didn’t know was there.

“…what?”

you blink down at him, rocking slow. “i said you feel good—”

“don’t.” his voice is raw. strained. quiet like it’s been scraped thin.

you laugh a little, teasing. “what, i’m not allowed to praise you now?”

“no,” he mutters. “you’re not.”

but he’s gripping you harder. his thighs are trembling. he’s looking at you like he’s pissed, but underneath it—underneath that perfect, surgical composure—he’s wrecked.

and you know why. you know him. you know this man who never needs anything, who never lets anyone in, who fucks you like he’s punishing himself for liking it—and now you know what breaks him.

“baby,” you whisper, soft as sin. “you’re so deep. you’re so good to me—so fucking good—”

his breath hitches. he shudders. his grip goes punishing and he grits through his teeth, “shut up,” but it’s not mean. it’s not real. it’s desperate.

so of course you don’t. of course you ride him slow and stroke his face and kiss his jaw and say, “you make me feel so good. you’re perfect. you always take care of me. nobody fucks me like you do—”

and that’s what does it. that. right there. because suddenly he’s groaning into your mouth like he’s never cum before in his life, like you’re fucking wringing the soul out of him with every word, every grind, every good boy whispered between your kisses.

he bucks once. spills deep. and he goes completely still underneath you, eyes wide, lips parted, chest heaving while he shoots every last drop into you without warning, without even knowing it’s happening until it’s too late, until you’re clenching around him and stroking his hair and smiling down like you knew this would happen all along.

you kiss his cheek. he doesn’t move.

“fuck,” he breathes. “you—fuck. don’t ever say that again.”

you laugh. and kiss him harder.

cw: age gap not specified, blowjob, snowballing

imagine… 💭

᧔ෆ᧓ dilf!sylus who suddenly becomes a regular at the diner you work in. he shows up every night between 11 and 12 like clockwork, getting himself your suggested order of sweet coffee and a classic western omelette. not something he’d typically go for but since it’s a favorite of yours, it didn’t take anything at all to become his.

you’ve always considered him an enigma despite how much you’ve spoken to and serviced him over the course of your building… dynamic. it was a constant thought, wondering why an older man as expensive looking as him was out at such late hours and in a cheap restaurant like this to begin with. you were secretly grateful for it though, never daring to admit out loud how much you looked forward to his visits accompanied with the velvety richness of his voice when he smugly says, “good evening, sweetie. table for one?”

᧔ෆ᧓ dilf!sylus only wants your help when he’s there. not your manager or either of your other two coworkers who work the night shift alongside you. just you, his sweetheart.

it’s not often that an accident turns out to be a beautiful thing for a man like him, but luke and kieran sending him the wrong address after begging for their food to be picked up was a cherished mistake.

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE IS AGE GAP SYLUS

He was kind, and gentle, and patient. That was how you knew him. Even when tension radiated off his body after a long absence with the fleet. Even when you pestered him, pushed him, secretly hoping he might snap and finally, finally let you make it better.

It's no different now, as he sits there across from you, helping you finish a model plane you'd been working on for weeks.

You crawl across the carpet to him, frustrated with the fiddly parts. "I can't make them fit," you pout, holding out two pieces for inspection.

"Hm?" he hums, placing his own little piece of the project down beside him. "Let me see."

your thighs are sticky and your brain’s gone hot, and his voice is doing that thing again, all lazy and smug like he already knows how this ends, like he’s just drawing it out to fuck with you, which is so very him, isn’t it?

ecause sylus doesn’t just want you desperate. he wants you embarrassed about it. wants you blushing, whining, clutching at his forearms like they’re lifelines while he slaps the thick head of his cock against your cunt with slow, wet, echoing thwacks that make you jolt every single time, your hips twitching like they’re trying to run away and rut into it at the same time.

“so sensitive,” he murmurs, almost sweet, but his grin is mean and you know it’s on purpose. “thought you said you could handle it.”

you whimper something—you’re not even sure what—and his cock slides low, catches on your clit, makes you yelp and grab at his wrist. he doesn’t stop. he presses down. rocks it in a tiny circle, just enough to make your lashes flutter and your thighs tremble, just enough to let you taste the idea of him without letting you have a single fucking inch of what you want.

“is that what you meant by ‘please’? or was that just noise?”

“sylus—”

“say it clearer if you want something, sweetheart.” and he slaps it again, thick and heavy, the smack of skin-on-slick obscene in the quiet. “you want it, baby?”

you nod, frantic. “yes—fuck, please—”

“didn’t sound like a thank-you,” he murmurs, another slap, this one harder, right against your clit, your whole body jerking like he electrocuted you. “didn’t sound like ‘i’ll be good, i swear,’ or even a pathetic little ‘sylus, you’re so mean, why are you teasing me?’—you’re slacking, baby. you know that?”

your mouth drops open. you want to scream. you want to sob. you want to choke on his cock already, honestly, except you know he’d just laugh at how eager you are, how drooly and dumb you get for it, so you try to hold on. try to stay upright. try to remember how to spell your name.

his cock slides down again. presses between your folds and rests there, hot and throbbing, so fucking heavy you almost cry. you try to grind down—he stops you with one hand on your waist, fingers tight, bruising.

“ah ah,” he says, mouth at your ear, voice syrup-slow. “don’t be greedy.”

you blink up at him, dazed. “you’re a fucking asshole.”

but it's because deep down...he knows it interests you both, that he's imprinting on you both in a way you don't even realize.

sukuna talks about how he casually dirty talked this girl while they were at a movie theatre?

you and toji are doing it on the couch during your movie night, toji's arm around your shoulders as he whispers about how badly he misses the taste of pussy, wondering the last time you had a dick that wasn't made of silicone. or how you gently rub on toji's upper thigh and giggle into his neck about how you used to love getting overstimulated with your ex, but you just find it so hard to keep pushing yourself and how badly you wish you had someone to overstimulate you until you squirt

sukuna talks about how much he loves cumming in panties as a goodbye gift to his one night stands.

suddenly, your knocking on his door, pout on your lips as you sheepishly tell him your going out with your girlfriends for the night, and if he has anything he wants to say or do. next thing you know, your on the dance floor with the sticky, hot feeling of toji's load against your cunt, dripping down your thighs and the promise that he'd clean it up when you get home and give you another load to see you nice and warm when you sleep.

and everytime, neither of you take note of the knowing look in sukuna's eyes as he watches how you both glance at each other after every filthy thing he tells you.

"such fuckin' perverts," he grumbles to himself, fisting his drooling cock as he listens to the thuds of toji's bed against the wall, knowing you both are trying out his recent mention of dry humping, because 'it can be done by anyone, don't have to be dating to rut against each other.'

being nanami’s young girlfriend means living the dream.

spoiled rotten in his fancy apartment, college tuition covered, every whim from clothes to gadgets handed over without a blink.

he’s older, steady, that corporate job keeping the cash flowing while he takes care of you like you’re his precious little thing. sure, the age gap turns heads, but fuck it. he fucks treats you better than any guys your age ever could.

you don’t really have to do anything but just be there for him. especially when he needs some stress relief after a long day at work.

... like tonight.

nanami got home from work around 10pm. you were waiting for him, as usual. you were already in your shared bedroom when he came home all pissy and exhausted.

... the next thing you knew is that you were getting dicked down like there’s no tomorrow.

“fuck.” nanami growls lowly, voice rough from the day. he’s fucking you so hard. your poor cunt stretches wide around his girth, tight walls fluttering helplessly everytime he bottoms out, cockhead kissing your cervix hard enough to make you sob.

“aaauughh— mmmghh kento!” you wail as he pounds you into the mattress, his hips snapping forward with punishing force, clapping your ass cheeks hard.

the wet squelch of your pussy taking him fills the room, slick and cum from earlier rounds already leaking out, making everything messier.

you’re face-down on the bed, biting the sheets hard, drool soaking the fabric as your eyes roll back, your screams muffled into the pillow. “mmnghh— kentooo! s’too deep—oh goood!”

his big hand cracks down on your ass— hard slap— then another, leaving red handprints while he yanks your hair back, arching your back sharper.

“you take what i give you, you hear me?” he grunts, free hand gripping your neck from the back to choke you just right, fingers pressing on your throat while he rails you from behind. pushing your face deeper into the sheets. “you don't get to run from this cock.”

you’re tapping frantically on his thick thigh, trying to signal you’re overwhelmed but he only fucks you harder, grinding deep, stirring the hot loads he already pumped into you earlier. making your legs shake. “keep clenching that pussy on me— yeah, just like that, fuck— good girl.”

your whole body shakes, pussy gushing around him and squirting messily onto the already soaked sheets as another orgasm rips through you. he doesn’t stop though, just keeps fucking into you, making you take every thick inch and you cant do anything but to lay there and take it like his personal fuck doll.

you’re gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles turn white, your tongue lolling out like some dumb fucked slut, droolling so much. your brain is so mushy now that you can’t even form a proper sentence from how good he’s giving you that dick.

he gave you one hard particular thrust, pulls out and slapped your ass hard, making you yelp from the sharpness. and then he flips you over onto your back, manhandling your smaller frame like nothing. he shoved your legs up, folded you in half into a tight mating press— knees by your ears, pussy spread wide open for him. already gaping and clenching around nothing as if it already misses his dick.

he leans his full weight down, pinning you under his big beefy body and slams back in, his cock disappearing into your swollen, sopping cunt.

“look at it,” he orders, squeezing your cheeks hard, forcing your teary eyes to watch where his fat cock pistons in and out, coated in white creamy rings around the thick base. “watch how this pussy takes me— fuck, you’re so pretty stretched around my cock.”

you sob louder, your eyes locked onto his cock pounding your poor pussy while he fucks you senseless. “kentooo—! please haaahh mmnghh yes yes fuck me— oh shiiit!” tears stream down your cheeks, but you can’t look away, mesmerized by how deep he goes, how his abs flex with every brutal thrust.

“mmh, you love getting fucked like this, hm?” he rasps, voice low amd and rough, he grinds his hips before snapping it hard, stirring up your insides. “uh-huh? yeah, keep those eyes on me, i said.” he growls when you tried to look away.

you nod frantically. “yes yes... i love it— fuck me harder! s’good daddy...!” and he does. pounding you so rough the headboard bangs the wall, your body jolting with each hit.

he spits right on your tongue and you swallowed it eagerly then on your puffy clit, rubbing it in messy circles while he abuses your cunt, making you squirt again, soaking his pelvis.

“you’re my good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he coos, choking you lightly again, thumb pressing your pulse. “just let me fuck you good, alright? take it all for daddy, yeah?”

you cum again, screaming his name loudly, your walls milking him tight until he groans deep, pumping another thick load straight into your womb, breeding you full until it overflows around his still pumping cock. dripping down your ass.

he collapses over you, breathing heavy, cock still twitching inside.

after a minute he pulls out slowly, watching the creamy mess leak from your gaping hole, then kisses your sweaty forehead soft.

“you okay? s-sorry, love. i got carried away," he mutters, voice quieter now. “was too rough”

you grin weakly. ”don't be... i love it when you fuck me like that.”

his eyes darken again, cock already hardening against your thigh. he spreads your legs open wider, tip nudging your oversensitive folds. and then slid in again, making you gasp.

“...fuck.”

TAGS f! reader. nsfw. reader is a virgin.

The door to your bedroom swings open with a sudden creak, catching you in the throes of your desperate rhythm—hips rolling hard against the pillow wedged between your spread thighs. Your oversized t-shirt bunches up around your waist, panties yanked to the side, exposing your slick, aching pussy as it grinds for that sweet friction. A gasp rips from your throat when you see him: Nanami Kento, your dad's closest friend, his broad shoulders filling the frame, suit jacket straining over his muscled chest. Those piercing hazel eyes fix on you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin, the way your breasts heave under the thin fabric, nipples hard and straining.

The air thickens with the scent of your arousal, pungent and needy, the pillow soaked from your juices. You try to stop, thighs quivering, but your clit pulses insistently, demanding more. Nanami steps inside, shutting the door with a click that seals you both in this forbidden moment. He doesn't flinch or avert his gaze; instead, a slow, predatory smile tugs at his lips as he approaches, his polished shoes silent on the carpet.

"I see you've been keeping busy," he murmurs, voice a deep rumble that vibrates through you, settling low in your belly. He looms at the bed's edge, close enough for you to catch his scent—crisp cologne laced with masculine heat. Your heart hammers as you clutch the pillow, but he reaches out, prying it from your grip with firm fingers, tossing it aside. It lands with a damp thud, leaving your pussy bare and glistening in the dim light.

"Don't hide from me," he says, his tone commanding yet laced with dark promise. "Your father asked me to check on you while he's out. And look at you—fucking a pillow like it's the only thing that can satisfy this greedy little cunt." His words hit like a spark, making your inner walls clench emptily. You shift, trying to close your legs, but he plants a hand on each knee, forcing them wider with unyielding strength. The t-shirt rides up fully now, and cool air kisses your exposed folds, sending a shiver straight to your core.

He drops to one knee, his face level with your lap, breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. "Spread for me. Let me see that pussy up close. Is it still pure, or have those dirty college pricks been slamming into it, pumping you full of their cum?" The vulgarity from his usually composed mouth makes your breath hitch. Trembling, you hook your fingers into your slick lips, pulling them apart to reveal everything—the swollen pink of your entrance, your clit throbbing visibly, a bead of wetness trailing down to your ass.

Nanami's eyes darken, pupils blown wide as he leans in, so close his nose nearly brushes your mound. "Fuck, look at this," he growls, voice rough with hunger. "So tight and untouched. No one's stretched this virgin hole yet—no rough hands groping you, no cocks rutting deep until you scream." His gaze traces every inch, intense and possessive, lingering on the way your inner walls quiver slightly from the exposure, the delicate hood of your clit peeking out, flushed and begging for attention. He studies the sparse trim of your pubic hair, how it frames your dripping slit like an invitation, and the subtle pucker of your asshole below, untouched and innocent.

He reaches out with one hand, his large palm hovering just above your mound before his fingers part your outer lips further, holding them open with a firm grip that makes you gasp. "Hold still," he orders, his thumb pressing lightly against the base of your clit without rubbing, just enough pressure to make it swell under his touch. You bite your lip, the vulnerability of being splayed like this under his scrutiny sending heat pooling deeper inside you. His index finger traces the edge of your entrance slowly, circling the tight ring of muscle that guards your virginity, dipping just enough to feel the slick heat but not penetrating.

"See how it flutters? Clenching like it wants to suck something in," he observes, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he watches your body's reactions. He slides his finger along your inner folds, gathering more of your arousal, spreading it upward to coat your clit in shiny wetness. The sensation makes your hips jerk involuntarily, and he pins you down with his other hand on your hip, fingers digging into your soft skin. "No one's been here, have they? No eager boy shoving his fingers in, making this pussy gape and leak for him."

You shake your head, whimpering as he adds a second finger to the exploration, pressing both against your entrance now, testing the resistance. They push in just the barest inch, stretching you slightly, feeling the velvety grip of your walls. "Tight as fuck," he mutters, withdrawing them to inspect the gloss of your juices on his skin, holding them up to the light before bringing them close to your face. "See how wet you are for me. This is what a real man's inspection does to you."

His fingers return, this time scissoring your lips wider, exposing the deepest pink inside, where your arousal gathers in glistening beads. He blows a cool stream of air over the sensitive area, watching your clit twitch and your hole contract in response. He rubs his thumb over your clit in slow, deliberate circles, building the pressure steadily, while his other fingers probe and tease your entrance, sliding in and out shallowly, mimicking a thrust without fully claiming you.

"Tell me the truth," he demands, increasing the pace on your clit, his touch firm and unrelenting. "Has any boy buried his dick in here? Made you cum around him while he breeds this sweet pussy?"" His free hand grips your thigh harder, his eyes locked on the way your pussy responds—swelling, leaking and desperate.

"N-no," you gasp, voice breaking as his fingers plunge a bit deeper now, two curling inside to stroke that sensitive spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. "Only… only my fingers. Please, Nanami…"

He chuckles low, the sound sending vibrations into your core. "Good girl. Keeping it pure for me. But I need to be thorough." He works his fingers faster, thrusting them in rhythm with the circles on your clit, stretching and filling you just enough to edge you toward release without mercy. Your body betrays you completely, hips bucking into his hand, chasing the orgasm he builds relentlessly. He doesn't let up, even as you shatter, pussy clenching around his digits, gushing wetness over his palm and wrist.

TAGS f! reader. nsfw. reader is a virgin.

Kento hovers over you on the bed, his broad frame casting a shadow that makes your heart pound. His tie hangs loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the hard planes of his chest, but his hazel eyes hold a rare flicker of uncertainty as he gazes down at your spread thighs. You're bare from the waist down except for the thin cotton panties clinging to your hips, the fabric already damp from his earlier touches. "I can't… not yet," he murmurs, voice rough with restraint, his large hand stroking your inner thigh. "You're a virgin, and my cock—it's too big. I won't risk hurting you."

You whimper, arching up toward him, the ache between your legs insistent. He exhales sharply, unbuckling his belt with slowness, freeing his massive cock from his slacks. It springs out, thick and veined, the head flushed dark and leaking pre-cum, easily longer and girthier than anything you've imagined. Your breath catches at the sight, a mix of fear and thrill twisting in your gut—it's intimidating, how it could stretch you beyond limits. Nanami notices your wide eyes, his jaw tightening. "See? I won't take that from you tonight. But I need to feel you."

He shifts closer, gripping the base of his shaft and guiding the swollen tip to press against the crotch of your panties. The heat of him seeps through the barrier, making you gasp as he drags it slowly along your slit, the fabric molding to your folds under the pressure. "Just like this," he says, voice low and commanding, though laced with that protective edge. He rocks his hips forward, rubbing his cock up and down through the damp cotton, the friction teasing your clit with each pass. You moan, legs trembling, the sensation electric—his girth bullying the material against your sensitive entrance without breaching it.

Nanami groans, his free hand pinning your hip to keep you steady as he grinds harder, the head of his cock catching on the edge of your panties, nudging your folds apart just enough to outline them. Pre-cum soaks through, mixing with your arousal, turning the fabric slick and translucent. You feel every ridge, every throb, as he slides back and forth, the barrier heightening the tease until you're clenching around nothing, desperate for more. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," he rasps, eyes locked on where his cock rubs your pussy, the size difference making it obscene—his thickness dwarfing your untouched cunt. "I could ruin you, but this… this is safe. Feel how hard you make me?"

His pace quickens, breaths ragged, the wet sounds of fabric and skin filling the room. You buck up to meet him, the pressure on your clit building to a fever pitch, but he holds back your release, focused on his own edge. "Gonna cum on you, mark this pretty pussy without taking it," he growls, thrusting faster, the tip bumping your clit with each stroke. Tension coils in his body, muscles flexing under his shirt, until he stiffens, a deep groan tearing from his throat. Hot ropes of cum erupt from his cock, splattering over your panty-covered folds, seeping through to coat your pussy lips in thick, sticky warmth.

your boyfriend satoru calling while his best friend fucks you ⋆˚࿔

suguru's dick is splitting you open while your phone is ringing back to back; you’re barely coherent enough to reach to pick it up… 

your vision a blurry haze and your ears ringing right along with the phone, you cant even remember when he started fucking you.

the bed is creaking heavily.

you can’t feel your legs and can barely breathe because suguru has his hand on the back of your head, pushing your face into the mattress while he slams into you, keeping you in place under his weight.

all you can feel and focus on is his dick dragging while your wet walls clamp around him every time he is dragging out. 

his hips pushing into your ass every 2 seconds make you jolt forward. 

ring… ring… ring… ring

suguru's eyes dart to the nightstand, your phone lighting up the room, and satoru's caller ID on the screen, making suguru smirk as he slams into you harder.

“your little boyfriend is calling; want me to answer?”

he doesn't wait for an answer, and instead leans over, grabbing your phone, while his hand steady on your head pushes you more.

your fingers twitch lightly, a pathetic attempt to try to move, but you’re too fucked up and weak on air.

instead, you try to whimper loudly, your whines muffled, and he laughs, letting the phone ring a little more.

“you want him to hear you? huh?”

he finally answers and presses accept. satoru is waiting for you to say something, but you don’t. 

“hello? i’ve called you like 4 times; what the hell is going on?”

suguru slides out some, your pussy making a little “pop” sound, and then he quickly slides back in, making you moan. 

tears fill your eyes because of how good it feels; his tip is hitting everything at once. 

suguru laughs to himself and slides out again just to ram back into you, another moan you couldn’t keep down coming up.

“hey? do i have bad service or what?”

suguru puts the phone on mute and tosses it and slides his hand to your throat, pulling you back into his chest. 

“ah, fuck! wait, wait, wait.”

twisting and squirming in his grip, trying to breathe, but he’s not listening. 

suguru leans forward a little, grabbing the phone, taking it off mute, and putting his mouth to your ear, giving it a little peck. 

“talk… now.”

a tear rolls down your face because he’s still fucking you, your whole body tingling and erupting with pleasure. 

“h…hi, baby.”

your voice cracks as suguru squeezes your neck a little harder; the faint sounds of his hips colliding with your ass can be heard through the phone if satoru listened hard enough, but he’s not. 

“are you okay? you sound sick? were you sleeping?”

suguru plants one foot on the bed so he can go deeper, your walls clamping around him tighter, making him grunt, and your body twitching because he’s repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. 

drool gathers at the corners of your mouth, opening your mouth to speak, but you can’t, your eyes glossy and your head lolling. 

“baby? i’m losing you again.”

satoru’s voice was booming through the phone again. 

“… satoru.”

the best pussy eaters in the jjk universe are toji and suguru ⊹ ࣪ ˖

it used to be only suguru, but he and toji are in close competition. 

toji is mean and rough; he’ll put you on your stomach and have you arch so he can see you tremble and break while he’s eating you out.

watching with dark eyes how you can’t hold the position to save your life and how quick you are to tears. 

slipping in his fingers, knowing you can’t take them, not when his face is in your dripping core, licking and sucking up everything you’re giving him. 

mumbling so his words vibrate against you, making you cry and squirm more, your hands balled in hard fists so tight that they start to hurt. 

toji is going to keep going until his jaw is tired, sighing into your wet pussy, his mouth sloppy and his fingers soaked with you. 

he loves this because it’s entertaining for him; this is better than doing anything else. 

he’s going to keep going to watch you collapse and try to crawl away and cry to him that it’s too much. 

watching you choke on your breath and doing nothing but fingering you harder and sucking on your clit. 

suguru, on the other hand, is getting off on overstimulating you, laying you back and working your clit first so you can grab his hair.

then he’ll push your thighs back and move his tongue back and forth against your slit, gathering up your taste so he can spit it on his clit. 

listening to your pretty moans and the feeling of you tugging his hair whenever a wave of pleasure crashed down on you got him off in ways that even he couldn’t put into words. 

his hips are moving back and forth against the bed while his mouth works you, softly moaning into your pussy that keeps dripping. 

a wet spot slowly spreading beneath you, his chin dripping more and more with no plans of stopping. 

he knows you’re out of it when your hand slips out of his hair, balled into a fist against yourself as you buck your hips up, frozen in place. 

having to hold his own hair back so he can keep going because he’s not stopping. 

tears flooding your eyes as your heart beats against your chest, making it hard to breathe, and instead of moaning, you’re crying. 

stuck in a loop of constant pleasure. 

he’s putting you in this cycle so you can finish over and over, leaking all over the bed, picking you up and putting you at different places on the bed so that there are different spots beneath you laid out. 

“now say ‘ahhh’ for me; make your mouth wide.” 

nanami has been your dentist for the past 2 years, and he’s been nothing but sweet and efficient; he gets you in and out but not before making you choke and drool on his fingers. 

he’ll do a standard check and cleaning, then check for any problems with your gagging.

you’re way too dumb to even clock that no, a normal dentist would never do that. 

even when your friends tried to tell you that, you just told them that he was experienced and probably had different ways of doing things. 

nanami, on the other hand, just likes to see a dumb pretty girl like you slobber all over him, imagining the whole time it was his dick instead. 

“okay, now the last thing. i just want to see if there are any problems with your gag reflex. make your mouth nice and wide for me.” 

his gloved hand holds your chin as you open up your mouth, making an exaggerated “ahhhhh” sound, and he hums, staring at the back of your throat.

pretending to be looking for any problems, then he takes his other gloved hand, putting two fingers on your tongue. “im going to slide these all the way back, okay?” 

you nod, and he starts pushing his fingers back, your saliva gathering on him.

he adds a third finger as he hits the back of your throat, your eyes watering and your hands gripping his wrist.

he wiggles his fingers a little bit, and that makes you gag, spit dripping out and gathering on your chin, his eyes just staring at yours. 

“there you go, excellent job. keep breathing through your nose.”

he tilts your chin up more and pushes his finger deeper until he can feel the back of your throat, and that makes you squirm around in the chair, coughing around him. your eyes are glossy, making your vision blurry, and the feeling of his fingers pushing against your throat is so familiar, so tingly. 

even with his fingertips pressing the back of your throat all you could think was... "he's so sweet! my old dentist never did deep checks like this."

nanami slides his fingers halfway out, then adds a fourth finger, sliding them in again, the tips of his fingers pushing against the back, the sensation making you cough. 

he tightens his hold on your chin, still keeping eye contact, watching you do everything in your power not to keep squirming around. “good girl… you take these well; you know that?”

pushing them deeper so that more spit can come out, your eyes squeeze shut, and you cough, gagging, more spit pooling out, some of it hitting your chest. 

it felt so good, like when you ate pop rocks and melted down your throat making your throat tingly. "like a soda." thinking to yourself.

he starts pumping them in and out of your mouth, one of your legs kicking, and that’s when you start squirming around; tears that were pooling in your eyes now come out. 

he can feel your mouth start to close again, and he tightens his grip on your chin. 

“keep it open; you’re doing good. i just want to check a few more things.”

wiggling his fingers again more erratically, and that’s when you start coughing harder, gagging around him. 

all he could think about was if you would have the same reaction with his dick pumping in and out of your mouth, touching the back every time.

hearing you gag and seeing spit continue to pool out of your mouth is something he looks forward to seeing every six months. 

nanami finally slides his fingers out of your mouth and walks over to the counter, pulling a lollipop from its wrapping and putting it in your mouth. 

𓆩❤︎𓆪 MDNI. 18+. college au. CHEATING? (talking stage). best friends. dirty talk. piv. creampie. raw. not proofread. might not even make sense. AAAAAA

suguru likes to reassure all the girls he has talked to that his girl best friend is someone who they shouldn’t view as a threat.

afterall, you are like that annoying friend that suguru has been glued to since high school. every interaction you have with him ever since high school is just pure platonic.

no one, not a single soul, would think there’s anything going on between you two anyways.

“heyyy, why are you calling?” suguru answered, clutching his phone on one hand.

the other? fingers digging in the flesh of your hips as he thrust inside your pussy.

you looked up at suguru whose unfazed—his rhythm never flails, phone in his ear as he watches his cock enter your wet cunt.

“hmm? hold on let me put you in speaker since i am doing something,” suguru said on the line, pressing something on his phone before settling the device on your lower abdomen. “hear me?”

“yeah, i can hear you—anyway, what i am saying is why did you stop reaching out to me?”

a woman’s voice.

you are familiar with that voice. a girl suguru had introduced once to you, one of his talking stages. the same girl who glared at you when suguru made you tag along.

well, she got the right to do so.

suguru picked up the pace a little, his palms settled on the back of your thighs—opening your legs much wider.

one of your hands flew on your mouth to cover the noise you are about to make. your back arched as you feel suguru’s hips snapped to yours.

“you’re the one who did it first.” suguru answered, tugging your hand away. he leaned over to your ear, “don’t stop it, let me hear you”

suguru placed a quick peck on your cheek and smiled before going back to that pace that he knows always makes you loud—as if he’s testing you.

“you know i only did that because you won’t cut your girl best friend off,” you heard the girl from the other line say. “that’s all i am asking for, geto”

“oh, yeah?” suguru replied as if he’s stopping a grin from spreading on his pretty face. “you know i can’t do that—i’ve been best friends with her for so long.”

his hand grabbed his phone, making you propped on your elbows. suguru placed the speaker of his phone near your sopping cunt as he fucks you faster and deeper, catching you off guard.

“ah—! sugu—” you moaned out loud, collapsing back to the sheets as your heads spin around from the way his cock punches your cervix.

you are sure that the girl can hear that wet, obscene sound of your pussy as suguru fucks his cock inside you.

but lucky for you, that woman on the other line is too busy ranting about how suguru shouldn’t have a girl best friend if he’s serious about her.

“yeah, yeah—” he said, “let's just talk after class tomorrow.”

suguru clicked the end call and threw his phone in bed. “so annoying.” he mumbled.

“calling and all that—interrupting me from fucking my girl best friend? hope she hears the sound of the best pussy”

your back arched, pussy clenching around his cock. “fuck—mm, sugu, ngh—”

“does she really think i’m letting you go?” suguru scoffed, hips snapping to yours. “fuck—why would i ever let go of a pussy this pretty and obedient?”

your legs locked around his hips, pulling him closer. “you’re gonna cum, angel? gonna cum on your best friend’s cock?”

you nodded frantically, nails raking on his back. “yesyesyes—”

“go on, cum on my cock—yeaaah, fuck—i’m cumming inside, okay? gonna fill up my best friend’s pretty pussy—yeaaah, that’s it—fuck—!”

your teeth clamped on your lower lip as suguru buries himself deep. your body cling on his—locking him there.

“ah, fuck.. i need to cut that girl off..” you heard him murmured.

you’re still talking. you’re naked under him, legs spread over his thighs, panties hanging off one ankle because he couldn’t be bothered to take them all the way off—and you’re still talking.

“—and then i told her, like, ‘no babe, you can’t just steal someone’s lunch because you—’”

he thrusts up into you without warning. your voice cracks into a gasp, the sentence obliterated. your nails drag down his chest, but you’re already trying to keep talking through it, breath hitching, words breaking like glass.

“s-sukuna, i was—i was saying—”

“i know what you were saying,” he murmurs, hand sliding up your spine to grab the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. “you haven’t stopped since you walked through the damn door.”

you wriggle in his lap like you’re offended, but you clench around him so tight he has to grit his teeth. “well—maybe if you didn’t grab me the second i got home—”

he thrusts again, deeper, just to shut you up. you moan, messy, the kind of sound neighbors complain about. his favorite.

“keep talking,” he says—taunts, really. “go on. tell me more about whatever useless shit you were rambling about.”

you try. god, you try. you open your mouth, brain full of words, but his hand is on your waist dragging you down, bouncing you on his cock like he’s using you to get himself off and letting you enjoy the ride.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he groans into your ear, voice a low rough scrape. “you’re my little yapper, aren’t you? can’t go five minutes without running that mouth.”

you babble something—half a word, half a moan, nothing coherent. he laughs. “thought so.”

he flips you easily, your back hitting the mattress, his hand wrapping around your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek so your mouth opens for him.

“that’s better,” he mutters, sliding in deeper, harder, the head of his cock hitting something that makes your eyes roll. “mouth open, nothing coming out. finally the way i want you.”

you whine, wet and so needy, and he leans down to kiss you, teeth scraping your bottom lip—before fucking you even harder, the bed slamming against the wall.

“you only get to talk,” he growls, thrust punctuating every word, “when you’re begging.”

your legs shake around him. you grab his wrist, nails digging in, trying to force out some kind of plea, but he’s already smirking because the only thing coming out of your mouth is soft, wrecked whimpers.

“yeah,” he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. “that’s my girl. loud as hell when it doesn’t matter, but the second i get inside you? gone. brain empty.” he kisses you again, rough. his hand slips between your thighs to rub your clit, slow, cruel circles.

“go on then,” he murmurs. “beg for it. let me hear that mouth do something useful.”

you choke out his name so broken, and oh so breathless—and he groans like it’s the only thing he’s been waiting for.

“that’s it, baby. that’s the voice i want.”

you don’t stop moaning after that. you couldn’t, even if you tried.and he fucks you through every sound.

sfw version here

milf!reader fucking pool boy!gojo…

“F-fuck—slow downnnah,” he whimpers, breathy moans escaping his throat as you repeatedly slam down onto his thick cock, a mix of your cum and his nastily squelching and echoing off your bedroom walls.

Your poor expensive bathing suit bottoms now ruined, pushed to the side, too hasty and needy to ride the cute pool boy you hired. Your bathing suit top discarded on the floor along with his swim shorts. Your pussy grips him like a vice, sucking him in, milking him for his life, aiming to make him cum for a third time now. “God, your cock feels so good! I just can’t stop!” You smile down at him, sliding your hands up your waist and to your heavy tits, groping them in your hands. “Come on,” you pout, “just one more?”

His eyes are glazed over, slowly blinking up at you through white lashes, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. “Nnngh! You’re milking me dry! How—how are you—ah!” He lets out a high pitched moan, voice cracking when you slam your ass down on him, his tip bumping against your cervix. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He swallows thickly, mouth dry.

“Can’t you keep up?” You say in a mocking tone, cocking your head to the side, licking your lips. Slowly, you grind your hips back and forth, clenching around his throbbing cock. “Mmmph!” You bite down on your lower lip, dragging your nails down his chest to watch him squirm underneath you. “Don’t be embarrassed if you can’t,” you giggle, craning your neck downward to press soft kisses against his neck. “I’ll just teach you,” you whisper in his ear.

A blissful sigh falls past his lips, breath shuddering under your every touch and word. His eyes roll back as you slowly lift your hips and sink back down on his cock again, just perfectly edging him so he can’t cum too quick. It’s absolute torture what you’re doing to him right now, but it feels so good. He was supposed to come here, clean your pool and head to his next job, but seeing you in that bikini made his mind wander places they shouldn’t have. Now, you’re using his cock like a personal dildo.

“I’m—I’m gonna—ah—be late!” He croaks, brows furrowing in pleasure when you lick a stripe from his neck up to his ear.

“Just say you were stuck in traffic, yeah?” You lightly bite on his ear, sinking back down on his throbbing length and grinding your hips in small circles. “It’s just…I really, really—ah—can’t stop…fucking you.” Your sultry voice sent shivers down his spine, his entire body felt like it was on fire and ready to explode. You were a complete vixen. “Please,” you beg, pressing a complementary kiss to his lips.

How could he say no? How could he say no when you were fucking him this good? When your pussy felt like it was molded perfectly for his cock. The way you were fucking him stupid, making him cum over and over without stopping. And when you smile down at him so prettily, that controlling, hungry look in your eyes. The way your tits bounced in his face, so tempted to suck and lick at your nipples. He knew he couldn’t say no.

“Okay, okay,” he breathily said, nodding his head. “Just keep using me like I’m your toy, mommy.” He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his hands inching their way up your waist, a bruising grip on your skin.

“Awe,” you giggle at the name, “how cute.” His cheeks burn pink as he realizes what he said, but knows that all of his shame went out the window as soon as he laid eyes upon you. “Don’t worry, mommy will keep using you however she wants.”

caleb hates it when you get jealous. he could fall to his knees whenever he would figure out that you’re jealous of girls around him. how dare you question his love? when he would do anything for you?

there was nothing in the room aside from a table, a wide mirror, and two bodies against each other.

his hand grasp your jaw, forcing you to face the two-way mirror in front of you. he plowed you from behind, your bare back rubbing against caleb’s colonel uniform. his cock slipped in and out of your cunt, producing obscene slick sounds. you could only see your reflection in front of you. you could see how your mouth gaped open and caleb’s face beside yours. his eyes were dark and there was an evil mist all over his features.

while one of his hands remained on your jaw, the other hand held your leg as he bent you a little more down the table. his hips snaps into yours as the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. you couldn’t think anymore. you couldn’t even figure out why your boyfriend chose to fuck you here. all you know is that you feel full of his cock and cum.

what you didn’t know is on the other side of the mirror was the subordinate you were jealous of lately. the woman who couldn’t take the hint when caleb announces that he’s taken. the same woman who made you question caleb’s love. he would not allow that, not when he spent years yearning for you. she’s watching. after all, that’s all she could do. she would never be the girl getting railed by the colonel.

this was his own way of showing that he belongs to you and you belong to him.