rolan's library

the tension has been building up all evening, but in the best way possible. it started at the restaurant, with caleb’s foot playfully tapping yours under the table, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a lazy smile when you tried to steal a bite of his food. then came the drive back in his car, he kept his hand on your thigh the entire time, his thumb tracing light teasing circles into your skin while he casually talked about his schedule like he wasn’t driving you out of your mind.

you kept shifting in the passenger seat, laughing softly and leaning over to whisper something entirely too close to his ear, loving the way his jaw tightened even as he laughed and shook his head. got him.

by the time he pulled into his driveway, your heart was doing flips and your panties were most definitely soaked. caleb’s usually easygoing grin had softened into something warm, dark and hungry. the second the front door clicked behind you, he doesn’t even give you a chance to take off your jacket before pulling you into his chest.

you laugh as he pushes you back against the wall, his body crowding you with a low, happy chuckle that vibrates against your lips. caleb’s hands were warm snd impatient as he slid your jacket off your shoulders, eyes glinting with pure affection in the dim lighting.

“you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice a sweet raspy rumble. his thumb catches your chin, tilting your face up to press a quick bruising kiss to your lips.

“maybe i am,” you giggle, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly as your hips press against his. “you always act so collected infront of me. i wanted to see you lose a little.”

“yeah? well, you’ve got your wish, baby,” he chuckles warmly, a sound that makes your pussy throb.

caleb dosen’t even take you to the bedroom. he hauls you straight up to his living room couch, scooping you up effortlessly as you laugh and cling to his broad shoulders. he strips you both down in a flash with his evol, his large hands tracing every corner of your naked body until you’re shivering and pulling him closer. caleb drops flat on his back against the cushions, his abs flexing. his cock was full hard, thick and leaking with shiny pre cum that catches the light from the window. your eyes widen slightly as you stare at it. it’s not the first time but it still manages to shock you how big caleb really is.

caleb grins as he catches you staring, grabbing your waist and lifting you up, positioning your wet, swollen folds right over the head of his cock. but he just holds your there, his warm, slick tip teasing the entrance of your cunt, rubbing against your clit with every small twitch of his hips.

“caleb, please,” you sob happily, head dropping to his shoulder as you try to force your hips down, but his grip on your waist is like steel. “don’t tease me. put it insideeeee. i’m so wet, it hurts.”

“not yet, pips,” he whispers, a smug, adoring smile on his face as he intentionally rubs his cock back and forth against your soaked folds, swearing your own wetness all over both ofyou. as you twist desperately above him, caleb catches the silver chain around his neck, lifting the cold metal of the tag up to your lips, pressing it down against your bottom one. “open up, baby. suck.”

you part your lips with a soft gasp, letting him slip it into you mouth. your tongue slides over the metal sucking down on it, tasting silver as caleb’s eyes darken at the sight. “good girl” he murmurs, thumb catching a bit of saliva at the corner of your lips. “hold onto that f’me while i stretch you out. let me hear you beg through it.”

you let out a muffled, desperate whimper around the metal, your gummy walls clenching around nothing, desperate for him to fill you up. he releases his grip just enough, and you slide down, taking him all at once. your walls stretch painfully wide, fat cock practically splitting you open. a loud, breathless shriek leaves your throat, your whole body shivering as he fills every corner of you, plugging your pussy. you feel so full. so, so full.

“oh god...c-caleb, god, s-so big..” you choke out, your hands pressing hard against his chest for balance as your thighs tremble violently. “you’re stretching me out so m-much.”

“i’ve got you baby, just breathe,” he coos, voice softening with adoration even as his purple eyes burn with hunger. he reaches up, large hands cupping your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears of pleasure. “f-fuck, look at how pretty you look, pips”

you lift your hips, sliding up to the tip before slamming back down, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs fills the room, a loud, flithy rhythm that has caleb groaning out loud. you shift your weight and bounce on his cock, taking him entirely each time. the feeling as your toes curling into the couch, your clit rubbing against the base of his shaft.

“mm....just... like that,” caleb grunts, eyes closing and his muscles flexing beneath your hands as you ride him. “you’re doing so good, pips. so fucking tight, squeeze me.”

“i....hnng!..am squeezing you,” you cry out, pace turning wild and frantic as his mushroom tip keeps abusing your cervix. “ca—leb! look at me.....watch me do this to you.”

he opens his eyes, his pupils completely blown as he watches you above him. his hands fly to your waist, completely taking over the movement. he doesn’t let you set the pace anymore. caleb starts shoving his hips upward to meet your downward slams, his dick driving deep into your cunt, bottoming out inside you with intense pressure. with every drive of his cock upwards, the pressure in your stomach builds up, eyes rolling back as his cock rubs against your wet fluttering walls.

“you feel like heaven,” he rasps, breathing heavy and completely ragged as he fills his tip knocking against your limit. “soakin’ my thighs, pips. come for me. let me feel your cunt clamp down on me.”

“c-can’t.. too much! mmmh, oh fuck, i’m gonna-” you scream, head forwards as your vision goes blurr. you feel like you’re floating, his heavy thrusts hitting your sweet spot snd cervix over and over until you can’t take it anymore.

“yes you can, come on, give it to me,” he coaxes, his hands slamming your hips down one last time before pinning you against him, as your body completely shatters.

you arch your back, a loud and desperate whine ripping from your lungs as your orgasm washes over you. the walls of your pussy clench down on him in pulses, pouring your white slick all over him. caleb lets out a satisfied hum at your squeeze, his body going rigid for a second before he shoots his thick, hot cum deep inside you. he holds your down against him, groaning loudly as he spends himself inside your clenching cunt, his seed dripping and overflowing between your legs.

you collapse forward into his chest, burying your flushed face into neck with raggd breaths. caleb wraps his arms tightly around your naked, sweaty body, rolling you both over until you’re tucked securely against him. he peppers your tear stained face with soft, sweet kisses, chest rumbling with a quiet laugh as he buries his face in your hair.

“all that teasing in the car just for you to pass out against my chest like this,” his whispers, a soft chuckle vibrating against your skin. you swat at him. he loves it.

“goodnight, pips. let’s see if you’re still this brave in the morning.”

taking satoru's dick for the first time in theory and in practice are two very different extremes. sure you'd felt him from grinding, from holding the weight of him in your palm under the sheets while you two were supposed to be 'watching a movie'. it felt doable for the most part—taking him.

you've heeded all his thinly veiled warnings long enough and tonight of all nights wasn't one where you two could exactly stop at just heavy petting. you'd even laughed at it beforehand, assured him that you could take him for the millionth time.

if you could slap your past self, you would. because now you're barely 2 minutes into him being inside of you. back spread on soft sheets, practically folded in half under satoru. legs slung over his shoulders, panting, practically vibrating from the effort of trying to get used to the sheer size of him.

"fuck—you gotta stop—" his fingers press harder into the undersides of your thighs where he has you held, hips rocking incrementally to get you adjusted to what he's given already. not even halfway in and you're already all noisy. "breathe for me, pretty? so I can give you the rest."

“t-the rest? ” you gasp, voice going embarrassingly high. it feels like he's been pushing in for ages now and now he's telling you that there's more? “that’s not all of it? are you sure?"

"i'm sure, trust me. just a little more." a bit more than a little, but you'd cross that bridge eventually. he presses a kiss to your knee—soft, lingering like he’s trying to ground both you and himself. "you said you could take it."

"i say a lot of things when I'm horny. you know—oh fuck—that!" you snap, voice breaking on the last word. "you're too big. this is all your fault, satoru."

"my fault?" he manages a huff despite the strain in his voice, brows knitted like he's the one struggling here. to be fair, he sort of is. "you said, and I quote—" his hips ease forward by an infinitesimal amount, just enough to have the bulb of him swabbing against your soft insides. it's enough for your jaw to go slack, toes curling near his ears. "—'please just fuck me already'. and to 'stop treating you like glass'." so here he is, not treating you like glass. not holding out on you. large hands press your thighs and knees closer to your chest, his body angled downward to drive into you with short, gentle thrusts.

"I don't even sound like that." you're clawing blindly at the bedding, airy sounds punching out of you like he's owed them.

"mhm. just breathe." he murmurs, voice rumbling low against your skin as he nudges deeper with the next roll of his hips—a slow, steady push, feeding you yet another inch. one hand leaves your thighs to slide up to your stomach, pressing in like he's trying to feel for himself there. "yeah...that's it, let me in.." the same hand settles just above where you're taking him to thumb at your arousal slick clit, your own darting to out the grab at his wrist. to no avail of course, since his thumb just keeps on moving in circle after circle.

“tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?” he whispers, hips tilting just a little deeper. new slick from his teasing helps, sliding deeper with ease. “that's right...all the way. you're doing so well."

it's soft, so sweet and encouraging that you're reaching a hand out to bring him closer to you by the back of his neck. "m'good, 'toru. you're fine."

you can't help but wonder how much more he has left to give, what kind of monstrous beast he's been hiding under his briefs. curiosity gets the better of you, eyes dropping to where you've yet to fully connect.

and boy, do you regret it almost instantly.

it's near obscene. inches of him glistening and buried, folds parted against his girth. even with how long he's been easing in (or how long it feels at least), there's still a gap. his gaze follows yours, nosing gently at your ankle, hand squeezing your thigh. "you okay?"

the glisten of his flesh, the taut flex of his abdomen like he's holding back...no, you're not okay in the slightest.

you can feel your core flutter involuntarily at the sight and god, he feels it too.

“oh fuck,” satoru's voice breaks, forehead tipping down to rest against your forehead. “baby, please don’t do that. i'll...this really won't last long.”

"oops, sorry. sorry."

the bits of soft pink that aren't inside inch in-in-in with every second that passing. it's barely anything left to give, yet, he's being so careful. too careful."

"holy fuck, just do—shit!"

you're arching clean off the bed with the way he suddenly, finally hilts himself inside. bare behind flush to his hips, groomed hairs at his base grazing against your skin.

he’s silent for a moment, breathing slow, forehead still dampened and pressed down against yours. "..okay, I have bad news."

you're a little drunk on him, just lucid enough to manage a small hm, nails scraping through the damp hair at his nape.

"there's...there's a high chance that I'll cum if I move."

even in your state, laughter breaks out of you, the heavy man above you flushing a soft pink from the highs of his cheeks up to his ears. murmuring something about it 'not being that funny' and him 'embarrassing himself here'.

"stay still then." you finally breathe when your laughter dies down just enough, smile all gentle up at him, lips brushing against the sharp point of his nose. "we'll just stay like this all night." the pain had properly eased into a dull, barely there ache at that point—more pleasure than any other feeling. with how he'd taken his time, it'd been almost inevitable.

"can't just not move," he replies through gritted teeth, hips shifting just a hair. enough for you both to feel the heavy drag, the way your walls clench instinctively. "god—I can't not move when you feel like that."

it's endearing in a way, very much flattering. your grin only widens, head lifting to angle your mouth against his with a firm kiss. "i'm close too if that makes you feel any better."

words meant to help only make him whine, throbbing inside you, hips beginning to rock slowly. "you are?"

"mhmm. very close." you let out a strangled sound when his hips angle just right and it's enough for him to give up on pacing himself. his weight crushes your thighs against your chest, pace building. "so just keep moving. please."

the sounds leaving you are a mix of 'ahh's' and calls of his name, all broken, all sending his hips into you a little faster. they stutter as he fucks into you with less and less finesse, 0 rhyme or rhythm just the need to see you cum for him like this. hips slapping against the back of your thighs, paced breaths dually filling the room. "you feel so good. taking me so well." and when his thumb finds your clit again with those same, easy circles? you're a goner. "gonna cum--gonna- oh my god, keep doing that—" he finds that spot from before over and over again like there's a target stuck to it, leaky tip wedging itself right where you need it, pleasure mounting far too quickly. you're crying out at this point, hips angling up into his thrusts. so full it hurts in that perfect, dizzying way.

“fuck, you're gonna make me—”

“shut up and cum,” you choke out. “do it inside. pleaseplease—”

his entire body jolts, pace faltering. you feel him twitch deep inside you before it hits, his hips driving in and out hard—once, twice, and then he’s moaning into your mouth as he spills. he drags you down with him, pressure in your abdomen bursting, unfurling outwards with your release—his name still falling from your lips. helpless sounds that only spur the continued movement of his hips to draw out the pleasure.

you're both shaking, sucking in breaths of air greedily for moments after that. you're still folded like a pretzel, still crushed against his weight. "...that one doesn't count."

"agreed."

riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.

Your boyfriend Choso is sprawled on his narrow dorm bed, sheets already twisted beneath his back, sweat glistening on his pale skin. The room is dim, only the desk lamp casting a soft glow over his messy hair and those dark amber eyes that keep fluttering half-shut every time you shift. His roommate’s out for the night, but the thin walls mean voices carry, and Choso knows it. He’s biting his lip so hard it’s turning white, trying so damn hard to stay quiet like a good boy.

You’re straddling him, thighs spread wide over his hips, your slick cunt already stretched around the thick head of his cock. He’s so hard it aches, fat and heavy, pulsing inside you as you sink down another inch. A broken little whimper slips from his throat before he can swallow it.

“Shh,” you whisper, voice low and sweet and so fucking mean. You roll your hips slow, letting him feel every ridge as you take him deeper. “Be quiet, baby. Your friends are right next door. You don’t want them to hear how loud you get when I fuck you, do you?”

Choso’s hands fly to your waist, fingers digging in like he’s drowning. “F-fuck… I’m trying,” he gasps, voice cracking. His cock twitches hard inside you, leaking more precum into your dripping heat. “You feel too good… can’t… ah—”

You cut him off by lifting yourself up until just the tip is kissing your entrance, then dropping back down in one smooth glide. The wet sound of your pussy swallowing him is obscene in the quiet room. Choso’s head snaps back against the pillow, a strangled moan tearing out of him before he slaps a hand over his own mouth.

“See?” you tease, grinding down deep, clit rubbing against his pelvis. You lean forward just enough to let your tits brush his chest, nipples hard and dragging over his skin. “That’s what happens when you’re loud. They’ll know exactly what a needy little slut you are for your girlfriend’s cunt.”

He whines behind his palm, hips jerking up involuntarily. “Please… don’t stop,” he mumbles, words muffled. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed dark. “I need it… need you riding me harder.”

You smile, all sugar and cruelty, and start bouncing properly now. Up and down, slow at first, then faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder no matter how much he tries to hold back. Every time you sink down, his fat cock splits you open so perfectly, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl. Choso’s breathing is ragged, little punched-out sounds escaping with every thrust.

“Quiet,” you remind him again, voice dripping honey as you clench around him on purpose. “Or I’ll have to stop and leave you like this, all hard and dripping and desperate.”

“No—no, please,” he begs, voice breaking into a whimper. His fingers bruise your hips, trying to pull you down harder. “I’ll be good, I swear… just don’t stop fucking me.”

You ride him like that for a while, mean little laughs slipping out when he fails miserably at staying silent. His moans keep spilling out, deep and wrecked, turning into these pretty, desperate noises that make your pussy flutter around him. Then, just when he’s starting to lose it, you lift off completely. His cock slaps wetly against his stomach, shiny with your juices, throbbing angrily in the cool air.

Choso lets out a devastated sound, eyes flying open. “Wait—baby, what are you—”

You swing your leg over and turn around, settling into reverse cowgirl. The view is perfect for him now. You reach back, spread your ass a little with one hand, and let him watch as you line his fat cock up with your dripping hole. Slowly, so slowly, you sink down, letting every inch disappear inside you while he stares.

“Oh my god,” Choso groans, long and filthy. His hands immediately grab your hips again, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the small of your back. “Look at that… your pretty cunt taking me so deep. Fuck, I can see everything.”

You lean forward, arching your back like a lazy kitten, ass up and chest pressed to his thighs. The new angle has his cock hitting even deeper, bullying right against your cervix with every tiny shift. “Then fuck me, Choso,” you purr, voice teasing. “Show me how bad you want it. Make me feel it.”

He snaps.

His grip tightens and he starts thrusting up into you, hard and fast, the bed creaking under the force. The wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room now, no holding back. Every stroke is deep, punishing, his balls smacking against your clit. You can feel him losing control completely, hips stuttering, cock swelling even thicker inside you.

“Shit—shit, you’re so tight,” he pants, voice raw. “Taking my cock like such a good girl… fuck, I’m gonna—ah—gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

You moan softly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, letting him fuck up into you like an animal. “Then cum, baby. Fill me up. But don’t you dare get loud. Your friends might hear what a mess you make when you’re buried in my pussy.”

Choso’s rhythm falters, a broken cry ripping from his throat despite your warning. “Can’t… can’t help it,” he sobs, pounding harder. “You’re too much… too wet, too perfect… fuck, I love you, I love your cunt so much—”

He’s gone now, hips snapping up wildly, chasing that edge. You clench around him on purpose, milking him, and that’s all it takes. Choso buries himself to the hilt with one last desperate thrust, his cock pulsing as he spills hot and thick inside you. Rope after rope, flooding your pussy while he whimpers and moans your name like a prayer, trying and failing so miserably to stay quiet.

You ride out the last of his orgasm, grinding back slow, feeling him twitch and leak inside you. When he finally collapses back against the sheets, chest heaving, you glance over your shoulder with a wicked little smile.

“See what happens when you can’t behave?” you murmur, voice soft and teasing. “Next time I might have to gag you… or maybe I’ll just let your friends listen to how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me.”

Choso just whines, pulling you down against him, still buried deep, already half-hard, like the needy boy he is, pressing soft loving kisses along your neck getting oh so desperate for you all over again.

takes your hand in his palm and warms it without saying anything

falls asleep while reading with you (and pretends he didnt)

wants you to sit on his lap when he's working

says "come here"

lets you hold his sleeve while walking. (thinks its the cutest thing ever)

loves when the sleeves of his clothes cover your hands

tell you to go to bed when you wake up after he comes home late, but you both just end up staying awake to watch the sunrise

gives temple kisses temple kisses temples kisses

someone in that creative team realized his best angle is him looking down MC/us..so now they keep finding excuses to get him on top of or hover over MC/us 🤭

xavier!

xavier prefers tits. he loves it when he gets to bury his face in your soft, squishy tits. when he gets sleepy during movie marathon at night with you, he rests his head on your shoulder first, before that freak suddenly turned his head to your chest and breathe you in as if he couldn’t live without having his face squeezed in between your soft tits.  oh he doesn’t forget to cup one, or maybe two of your tits with his big hands if he’s feeling greedy (which he always does). when cuddling, his hands would always slipped under your shirt and if you’re wearing bra, he would just unhook it so he could cup it with his hands. “what do you need a bra for? i can hold it for you. i can keep it warm too.” oh another reason he prefers your tits is probably because he loves boobjob. he could feel his precum dripping out more and more when he placed his hard cock between your soft tits. the way your soft skin rubbed his cock and the heat between them makes him want to burst right at your face. you would let him tho, wouldn’t you?

zayne!

it’s known that zayne likes your back. he would always gets and spoils you with outfits and suspiciously all of it somehow has a way to show off your back. you figured it out yourself with the way he would always has you on all fours and him taking you from behind. he gets the meanest and roughest in that position. if he didn’t have any self control, he would love to breed you in that position too. but that’s his dirty secret and let it be that way.  zayne wouldn’t hesitate to say your back if you asked him which part of your body is his favourite. but if you specifically asked, ass or tits, the doctor would probably go for ass. he loves how it jiggles whenever his hip thrusts into you. when the soft skin of your ass turned red from his spankings whenever you’re being bratty, he feels like being meaner. “you love getting on my nerves, don’t you? it’s like you actually want me to punish you.” it’s okay, zayne will just spanks you while he pounds you from behind! after all, you do love getting punished by him.

rafayel!

it is hard to tell which part of your body rafayel is into. the artist loves to worship every inch of your skin and body. he gives all of them equal love and affection, never forgetting to kiss every part of you. however, you do notice he gives your tummy a little more attention than the others. you don’t understand how he would love your tummy more, you don’t really like it but oh well. whenever you are cuddling with him, he loves to give a little rub to your belly. when things get heated, he would lower his head down to your tummy to give it kisses. if he’s feeling possessive, you would find him leaving a few bite marks and hickeys. he could get off to your belly alone. you would lay there feeling exposed, looking up at him while he strokes his throbbing cock above your stomach. “how could you dislike a part of you that i really love, cutie? i’m offended.” he would make sure to paint your belly with his warm cum so that you know how he really loves it and shouldn’t dare to dislike his favourite thing. ass or tits? tummy. 

sylus!

sylus makes it obvious how he loves your thighs. his eyes shine bright whenever you wear shorts, mini skirts or a slit dress (bonus if the colour of the dress is red). he is shameless about it too, practically gawking when you dressed the way he likes it for your date with him. sometimes you wouldn’t even make it to the date! bad, greedy sylus is to blame. or is it you for wearing those? his favourite view is when you pair your shorts with one of his shirts. walking around the house, completely clueless that a certain predator is watching you from the corner. be careful to not bend over with that outfit. since he’s also fond of ass, that action isn’t helping you! the moment you bend over, you would feel your feet lifted off the ground, before getting thrown on the bed. “did you do that on purpose, sweetie? what a naughty kitten.” you would see the stars with how he’s eating you out after. his tongue shoved inside your hole while his finger keeps rubbing your clit. oh if you want to make him see stars too (and cums untouched), you should squeeze him with your thighs! he would die a happy man. 

caleb!

You wake with your thighs rubbing together, seeking the friction that had eluded you in your hazy, heat-filled dreams. Buried under his soft sheets with your face in his pillow, you're surrounded by his warmth and familiar scent, whining and rolling your hips into the mattress.

Half-coherent and driven by need, you shift, flopping your head to the other side to view your boyfriend. Xavier's soft lips are parted slightly, deep, even breaths escaping him in his peaceful slumber.

"Xavier," you mumble, poking him, tugging at his loose, white t-shirt.

He hums, fingers gliding up to hold yours, but otherwise doesn't stir.

"Xavierrr," you whine, nudging his shoulder, then shaking him gently until he grunts, brows furrowing before his eyes slowly blink open.

"Mm?" Xavier hums in question, long lashes fluttering, blue eyes glazed over and softening when you're the first thing he sees. His jaw goes slack when he lets out a yawn, and you bite your lip, warm with affection at seeing him all sleepy and cute. His voice is deeper, thick when he asks you, "What is it?"

You try to stifle your grinding against the bed, but he pulls you close, going for those habitual early morning snuggles. You hiss when your throbbing core brushes against his knee, trying not to whimper or grind down onto it.

But he senses your restlessness, gaze honing in on the not so subtle movements of your hips, your little jolts under the sheets. Xavier tilts his head, bangs falling across his eyes as he smirks into the pillow.

MDNI: based on this request <3 :dry humping, satoru being somewhat needy

Click.

Satoru's eyes snapped open, that devastating blue gaze zeroing in on you with laser focus. "Did you just—"

"No idea what you're talking about." You're already pulling your phone close to your chest, grinning like you've gotten away with one of your best coup.

But you absolutely haven’t.

"Liar," he drawls, and before you can even think about scrambling away, his hand shoots out and plucks your phone right out of your grasp without any type of struggle. "Let's see what we have here, hmm?"

"Satoru, give it back—"

He's holding it high above his head, that insufferable smirk spreading across his face as he lounges back against the pillows. The bastard looks like some kind of god reclining on a cloud, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips with his shirt messily ridden up from sleep, white hair mussed up and looking absolutely edible.

Which is exactly why you took the photo in the first place, this was truly a sight to keep in memory.

"Come and get it if y’want it so bad," he sing-songs, waving your phone tauntingly.

You narrow your eyes. "You're such a child."

"And you're a little creep, taking photos of me while I'm sleeping." His grin widens. "What were you gonna do with that, huh? Add it to your collection?"

Heat floods your cheeks. You didn’t have an official collection, no, but you should consider it at this point with the hundreds of pics you had of your boyfriend. "I don't have one"

"Sure you don't." He's enjoying this far too much, the smug asshole.

Fine.

You shift onto your knees, eyeing the distance between you and your phone. He's got his arm stretched up, and even lying down, his reach is annoyingly long, but you're not about to let him win this.

"You asked for this," you mutter, reaching up toward the phone.

He just laughs as you stretch, your body arching upward. "Getting desperate, are we?"

"Satoru, I swear—"

You're climbing onto his lap, your knees settle on either side of his hips, your focus is entirely on that phone dangling above you—so close, just a little higher—

"Oh, come on—" you huff, stretching upward. Your chest is pressed against him as you reach up, but you barely notice, too focused on your poor phone.

He could only laugh at your failing attempt, pushing his hair back with his free hand. "What's wrong? Can't reach?"

You rock forward on his lap, using the momentum to push yourself higher. Your fingers brush the edge of the phone case.

His breath hitches, his smirk faltering slightly, but of course you don't notice.

You freeze for a split second, then push up again, grinding against him as you stretch. So close.

"You can—" His voice comes out strained. "You can do better than that."

You glance down at him, confused by his tone but assumed that he was just being his usual taunting self. "Oh, I'll show you better—"

You shift your weight to have a better grounding, rocking against his lap as you make another grab for the phone. The angle gives you more height, more reach, just as you're about to touch it your swing gets complete disturbed by Satoru’s loud, obnoxious, moan.

You stop immediately, hands dropping to his chest as concern floods through you. "Wait—Satoru, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

That's when you feel it.

Oh.

He's hard—achingly hard—pressed right up against you through his sweatpants, hot and throbbing beneath you, and suddenly his breathlessness made perfect sense.

"Well shit,” He lets out a tight laugh, cheeks flushed red as his free hand comes up to grip your hip, keeping you pressed right on him. "D-Don’t stop—" His hips buck up, seeking that tasty friction. "M'so close already—"

Your face is burning, feeling yourself getting worked up from his lewd expression only. "Are you for real—"

"Don't you dare stop now." He warns, that infamous Gojo Satoru, always so in control—reduced to this trembling hard mess beneath you all because you wiggled a bit on his lap.

"I didn't mean to—" you stammer, but his grip on your hip tightens, keeping you firmly in place, your phone now hanging loosely in his hand.

"Sure you didn’t." That grin returns, still very devastating despite the flush spreading up his neck now. His eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide and making sure to look at all of you. "Just a little more?"

"Satoru—"

He rocks his hips up against you, and you gasp at the delicious friction, so so close yet so far. "Come on baby, you can’t keep grinding that perfect ass like that right on my and—fuck—"

His head falls back against the pillow as you shift slightly, your body responding as your mind tries to catch up.

Both his hands grip your hip now, your phone long forgotten somewhere on the bed, guiding you into a slow roll against him. "There you go, just like that—"

You bite your lip trying to suppress a whimper, and his grin turns absolutely feral.

"That's my girl." His voice drops with a whine. "Keep going, please." He’s looking at you with those puppy eyes, a glint of dare shining through.

Your hands are still braced against his chest, clenching around the fabric of his black shirt; you can feel his heart hammering beneath your palms. He's completely at your mercy despite his cocky attitude, which is honestly no surprise to you.

You roll your hips deliberately this time, grinding down onto his throbbing length with purpose, tearing a low groan from his throat.

"Yes—god, just like that," His fingers dig into your hips, guiding your movements as his hips buck up to meet you. "Don't stop, don't you fucking stop— come’ere"

His hand slides up under your shirt from behind, palm hot against your bare skin as he yanks you down flush against him.

"fuck, right there—"

The angle shifts and suddenly he's grinding directly against your core. The sudden shift had you panting over him, catching your clit just right through your pyjamas.

"That's it, baby, grind on my cock just like that—" Both hands grip you possessively now—one still beneath your shirt, nails dragging down your spine, making sure to keep your body pressed against him, the other digging bruises into your hip as he rocks you against him with desperate, filthy strokes. "Hah…you feel so fucking good—"

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, mouth opening and dragging against your skin, tongue laving over the sensitive flesh before his teeth scrape and bite. "Fuck you look good with those—hah—"

You can already feel the bruises forming—deep purple proof of his tiny obsession with you.

"Satoru—oh god—"

Your fingers twist in his shirt, holding on as he grinds you down harder. The friction is absolutely maddening, you can feel it now—the wet spot forming on his sweatpants, hot and slick where his cock is leaking through the fabric.

"Say it again—" He groans against your neck, sucking another bruise right below your ear. "Say my name again baby please.”

You roll your hips to counter his thrusts, giving him right back what he’s been giving you.

“‘Toru, need more–“

You feel him throb against you, hands and arms holding you down on him like a body pillow. "Fuck—keep doing that—"

The hand under your shirt slides around to your front, grabbing, groping, anything he can reach. "So fucking perfect—ngh—gonna come—" The wet heat of his bulge is absolutely sinful even through layers of fabric.

"Gonna make me—shit—" His teeth sink into your shoulder as his whole body goes buckles beneath you. "Sweets oh fuck—"

You feel him pulse against your sensitive core, your own hips never stopping their long and steady strokes, his cock jerking as he spills into his sweatpants with a long, broken moan muffled against your skin. "Yes—fuck yes—keep going—hah—"

He’s rolling his hips against yours in contrast, smearing his mess everywhere—being extremely bold absolutely filthy about it. He's twitching against you, soaking through the fabric as he rides it out.

"Fuck—" He's gasping, trembling, still clutching you against him like a support plushie.

His chest heaves against yours, breath coming in ragged pants against your neck. You can feel his heart absolutely hammering, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

"Fucking hell sweets," he breathes, his grip on you loosens just slightly, hands sliding down to rest more gently on your hips.

He lifts his head from your neck, those blue eyes unfocused and hazy, still drunk on his release until his eyes land on yours. "What?"

"My phone." You're already patting around the rumpled sheets beside him, trying to ignore the mess between your thighs and the way he's still half-hard beneath you. "Where'd you drop it?"

"You're—" He lets out an incredulous laugh, head falling back against the pillow. "You're asking about your phone right now?"

"Yes?" You shift off his lap, and he makes a wounded sound at the loss of contact.

"Unbelievable." But he's grinning now, that satisfied cat-like expression as he watches you search. "I just came in my pants because of you and you're worried about your phone?"

Your fingers close around it, wedged between the pillow and headboard. "Found it!"

"Of course you did." He's propped up on his elbows now, watching you with pure amusement. "What's so important that you—"

Click.

His jaw drops. "Did you just take another picture?"

You're already scrambling off the bed, phone clutched protectively to your chest this time. "Payment for not helping me finish, you gentlemen."

"Oh, you think you're clever—" He's already moving, swinging his legs off the bed despite the obvious obstacle. "Get back here—"

But you're already halfway to the door, laughing as you hear him stumble—still shaky-legged and sensitive, cursing under his breath in the process.

idk why i struggled so much with this but i did ahhh, i might be going through a writer's block (i hope not cuz holy shit)

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Now isn't any different.

You're straddling his lap, knees digging into the velvet of his chair, while your fingers dive into the silver strands at the nape of his neck, desperately trying to tug him closer. You kiss him like you're trying to steal the breath from his lungs, like you want him to be just as hot and bothered as he makes you. You know he's hard. You can feel his cock just underneath you, pressing right against your clothed cunt like it belongs there. You suppose it does, but with Sylus holding you so firmly, you have no choice but to sit there and try to ignore the way it would feel so good to grind against.

Sylus kisses exactly like he speaks. Demanding and utterly in control. You debate pushing at his shoulders, whining how it's not fair that he still seems so composed, but then his tongue is licking into your mouth. You shiver against him, your hands tugging at his hair. It's ridiculous how easy he has you undone and eager for him to fuck you.

He lets you set the pace, lets you be the one to scramble and claw, but you can feel how intentional he is. Every brush of his lips against yours, every slide of his tongue has you melting into a puddle right there on his lap, and he's well aware of it.

It's just how he likes you, after all. Needy and wet just from a few of his kisses. He hasn't even touched you yet, but he knows if he were to slip his hand into your pantes, he'd find you soaking.

sylus never lets you top. not because he’s scared you’ll do a bad job. because he knows you’ll do too fucking well.

he’s a control freak. a snob. a bastard about it. he likes making you cry with your own pleasure, likes saying shit like “that’s it, sweetheart, use that brain for moaning instead,” while he’s got you bent over the desk he does diagnostics on.

he calls you greedy for asking and desperate for dripping, and then he lets you do both anyway, slow and mean, until you’re sobbing into the pillow and he’s wiping his cock on your thigh.

so when you ask—sweet as you can, pretty little “can i ride it?” like it’s innocent, like it’s not a death sentence—he just scoffs.

“you?” deadpan. flat. biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “you’d break in thirty seconds.”

you pout. he raises one brow.

“oh, please. you’d get on top and cry the second you sat down. i know you.”

you tell him fine. you dare him. and for some reason—maybe he’s tired, maybe he’s cocky, maybe he wants to watch you try and fail—he says yes. big mistake.

because you don’t just sit. and that’s where he fucks up.

because you don’t flinch. don’t squirm. don’t stall out like he’s always expected you to. you just climb into his lap like you’ve done it a hundred times, like you haven’t been dreaming about it with your hand between your thighs for weeks, like the wet spot on your panties hasn’t already mapped out every single bounce you plan to take.

you brace on his chest. guide him in slow.

and when the tip catches—you don’t pause, don’t gasp, don’t even blink. you sink down in one slow, syrupy motion, hiss out a breath through your teeth, and say, perfectly calm, “huh. thought it’d hurt more.”

his hand spasms. he looks up at you like you’ve cursed him.

you smile. “you good, baby?”

“don’t—” he says, voice already raw. “don’t call me that.”

“why not?” you lean forward, hips grinding, slick soaking his thighs. “you’re letting me ride it, aren’t you? isn’t that what good boys do?”

he twitches. cock jumps. his fingers dig into your waist like he wants to ruin you just to win a single round, but it’s too late. he’s already losing. he’s already so fucking deep it should be criminal, and you’re still rolling your hips in lazy little circles like you’ve got all the time in the world and nothing to prove.

“fucking—stop—”

“why?” you murmur, syrup-sweet. “scared i’ll make you cum?”

he’s panting now, red creeping up his throat. he looks furious. he looks gorgeous. he looks like he’s seconds away from breaking—so you bounce. once.

and he chokes. “fuck—”

“what was that?” you tease. “you like that?”

you bounce again. slow. drawn out. and his mouth drops open. hands flying to your hips. not to stop you—oh no. just to feel it. just to hold on.

you’re ruining him. you know it. he knows it. god probably knows it.

he’s trying to glare but his eyes are glassy and his jaw is slack and his brows are pinched like he’s trying not to moan, trying not to admit that you were right and he was wrong and you’re better at this than he is.

and you are. you are. you grind again, clench down mean, and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth just as you feel him throb.

“fuck—fuck—i’m gonna—”

“cum.”

“don’t—” he gasps. “don’t say that, i’m—”

“cum for me,” you whisper, and you swear to god he whimpers, full-body shudder, hips jerking once before he gives in, before he breaks wide open and spills himself inside you in hot, shaking pulses, cock twitching so hard you feel it in your ribs.

he pants. moans. melts beneath you like he’s been dismantled from the spine out. you don’t move. you stay seated. leaking. still smug. and you stroke his hair once, real gentle, just to twist the knife.

there’s something about being called your husband that sends sylus completely, utterly feral. he already knows you’re perfect for each other—knows you’re a match made in hell heaven, knows you’re the only woman alive who could ever be his. but hearing it out loud? hearing complete strangers look at the two of you and sigh, “you’re a match made in heaven,” “you’re perfect for each other”?

it does something to him—something dangerous.

because validation like that makes him want to prove it—show you just how perfect the two of you really are. show you that your bodies were made to fit, to lock together, to claim and be claimed. that you were meant to be husband and wife, bound to each other for all eternity.

“my dearest wife,” he grunts, thick cock dragging against your warm, velvet walls as he pistons into you. “look at us, look at how we fit together.”