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These were intense times. 

The Michigan Wolverines were right in the midst of the NCAA College Football Playoffs, and it has been weeks of non-stop practice, conditioning, strength training, and late-night film recaps for the team of 100-odd men–all in preparation for a chance at being the nation’s top seed. 

There was much on the line, especially seeing that Senior Quarterback and Captain, Toji Fushiguro, was aiming to secure his spot in the upcoming NFL draft. 

As such, his pre-game ritual (one that he has refined and perfected over the course of four years) was a strict routine backed by, and rooted down in, evidence-based science and partially unbiased statistical analyses. 

It all starts with his protein shake: two whole bananas, one cup of oats, a shit ton of peanut butter, one spoon of raw honey, four scoops of protein powder, and full-fat milk. 

Next, his attire. He needed his signature gray game-day sweats (unwashed for the past 10-games in a row), a muscle tank he’s owned and stretched out since high school, and his most industrial-grade, noise-cancelling headphones. 

As for schedule? He needed thirty minutes of privacy, unrestricted and uninterrupted access to high speed internet, and most importantly of all: he needed to watch at least two of “stargiirl_xx”’s videos prior to heading out onto the turf. 

Give him that, and he was bound to have a fuckin’ phenomenal performance on the field. 

His meaty hand was already squeezing his growing erection through his sweats, the thick outline of his cock visible against the backlight from stargiirl’s newest video loading up on his laptop screen, and his protein shake already half finished by his bedside table. 

He wasn’t just a fan. He was her #1 biggest financer. 

Though she never showed her face, he had come to memorize the curve of stargiirl’s thighs and the moles on her hips over the course of the years. He knew her room layout by heart, and diligently watched the animes that she kept posters of on her walls. 

She was the best of the best. Not showy, not performative, just purely indulging herself. 

And sure, if keeping her active meant donating a sizable portion of his D1 stipend to fund her… pursuits, well, then call him a patron of the arts. 

His dick shamelessly pulsed in his pants as the page finally stopped buffering and the title of the video loaded. 

“Lessons in Vibrations Pt I”. 

Part one?!

He knew almost immediately that tonight’s game would be a fantastic one. 

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The Wolverines won their first round of the playoffs in a sweeping victory: 41-20. 

And Toji Fushiguro? Well, he was the star of the show, of course. He completed more than 85% of his passes (with six of them leading to touchdowns) and led an 80-yard rush all in a single game. He was on fire: skin buzzing with adrenaline, cool sweat dripping down his face, and his large canines glinting under the fierce stadium lights as the deafening crowds roared his name. 

“To-ji! To-ji! To-ji!”

He felt indomitable, floating on a high all the way from the stadium, to the bus, to the afterparty. 

But in the lecture hall? Well… 

His grades were barely passing for the majority of his classes, and in fact they were quite below when it came to Applied Chemical Kinetics II. 

He was truly a lost cause. 

He had missed countless of Yaga’s lectures throughout the course of the semester, promising himself that he would catch up on the review notes (he didn’t) and trying to watch the recorded lectures on the bus rides to any of the away games (he never). 

So really, it came as no surprise to anyone when he absolutely tanked his midterms those six long weeks ago. 

At the time, he was desperate. Failing class meant getting booted off the team. He needed someone who could easily cover his sorry ass for the rest of the semester, and fast. 

Therefore, the obvious choices for a final project partner were between Ijichi and, well, you. 

And, seeing as Toji Fushiguro had a pair of functioning fuckin’ eyes and a brain that lived partly in his pants, he chose the latter. 

It wasn’t easy persuading you to take him on for the project, which was something he honestly didn’t quite expect (nor was he used to). You were stoic to his ill-attempted flattery and unaffected by his usual charm. Every smile he flashed at you seemed to wither upon arrival, and every playful remark was met with nothing more than an empty stare.

In the end, desperation drove him somewhere pride never would’ve allowed before: straight into his football stipend.

“Listen. I’ll give you $300 if you can help me pass this class.”

It was the Wednesday before the Thanksgiving break, and he remembered how his words rang loud and heavy in the dusty air of the old lecture hall. Everyone had left at this point, the class long-since over.

You had stood before him unmoved, your books hugged to your chest and your normally impassive gaze slowly piquing in interest.

He remembered how you looked up at him through your lashes, and the way you tilted your head almost cutely. “Make it $400,” you said it softly, yet with little hesitation.

He remembered how he felt himself gulp, not from the number, but at the way your eyes were scanning his face like it was the first time you even noticed him. 

His hand had gripped the strap of his backpack just a little tighter. 

Though, you didn’t seem to notice as you continued. “I’ll meet you on Mondays and Thursdays only, I work every other day. And I want half as security in advance.”

You pulled out your phone, swiftly punching in your password before holding it out to him, the contacts app already open on the screen. 

For the first time in all of his college experience, he was genuinely caught off guard.

What the fuck? 

He took your phone. 

“$400?” he repeated, huffing faintly under his breath (was he amused? Annoyed? Aroused? He couldn’t tell at the time, nor does he know now) as he typed in his number. His large hands looked almost comical holding your small device. “You rob everybody like this, or am I just that special?”

He handed your phone back, his calloused fingers gently grazing your warm ones. 

“You’re failing chem,” you replied flatly. “You are not special.”

He hated how his dick twitched at your words.

But most of all, he hated how he didn’t know what to say in response.

He was the star quarterback, captain of the football team, most popular guy on campus and an undeniable chick-magnet, for god’s sake! 

His silence surprised the both of you, and you took it as your queue to leave. “See you later,” you glanced down at your phone, looking at his contact. “Fushiguro.”

You didn’t even know his fuckin’ name?!

And with that, you gently breezed past him, only offering him a small nod as you walked out of the room. The scent of your shampoo faintly caught in his nose as he tried to will his boner to stop growing in his sweats.   

After that, the break passed uneventfully, and by the time campus filled back up again and the chill of early winter settled in, your project was impossible to ignore.

He kept to his word of paying you the $200 in advance.

You kept to yours by meeting him that following Monday. 

The two of you developed a routine during the second half of the semester, meeting in libraries and cafes to review material and project timelines for the final submission. 

And during those couple of hours on the Mondays and Thursdays that he had you, he came to the haunting realization that you were so… chill. 

He was blunt, but you were blunt back. You flicked him when his head got too large, and he flicked you whenever you were too stuck in yours. He shoved you out of your shell at times, while you pulled him back down to Earth. It was rare, and so fuckin’ odd, this kind of dynamic between the two of you, the kind that goes unnoticed until suddenly you realize it’s there.

Soon, he would find himself calling your name from across the quad, and you would nod with what looked like a smile at him when you passed his row in lecture. He gave you tickets to his games (which you would resell for 200% of its value), and put your name on the list for the Kappa parties despite you never showing up. You sent him stupid instagram posts, and brought him homemade coffees whenever the two of you met post-game days. 

And thankfully for Toji, today was one of those days. 

“How’d it go?” Your voice was like honey and wine, low and smooth, as you looked up at him from behind your computer. The light from your screen illuminated halos in your eyes, and the steam from his opened thermos curled languidly in the air between you both. 

You sat across from him in a quiet, off-campus cafe. 

He grinned, smug and wolfish and borderline sleazy, as if he’d been just waiting for you to ask. He leaned back in his chair and stretched his overwhelmingly large, muscular arms over his head. He made a point to subtly flex his biceps while under your scrutiny. His shirt lifted slightly above his abdomen, and you blinked your eyes to focus on the scar on his tanned face, rather than the dark happy trail that ran down, down, down to his…

“Perfect game. You’d know if you actually came ‘round ‘n watched.” He playfully winked, his deep chuckle echoing as you gave him a deadpan stare. 

“I’m quite alright, Fushiguro.” He pouted in mock defeat as you looked back down at your screen. The battery symbol on your laptop flashed red in warning: low power. 

You’d only been there for thirty minutes and you could’ve sworn you charged the damn thing last night. Sure, your outlets were kind of fucked, and sure this was a twelve year old laptop with a battery life the size of a peanut, but surely it wouldn’t give out on you this early in the day?!

You exhaled a long breath. The thought of putting money down for a new computer made your heart physically ache. 

The two of you (mainly you) had just started to make headway with the report (“flow state”, as Toji would call it), and you knew you wouldn’t have a chance to work on the project again until after your Wednesday shift. “You got a charger on you?” 

He scoffed, almost offendedly. “Wanna try askin’ that again sweetheart?” He tsked you lightly. 

You rolled your eyes, a heavy sigh tumbling out of your soft lips. 

“Forget it. I know you don’t,” there was something prickly beneath your uncaring tone, and he curiously paused to examine you. 

He could see the faint circles under your eyes that you tried to cover with concealer, the way your shoulders sagged slightly from the weight of your backpack as you lifted it from the seat beside you, and the brief glimpse of all the mini bookmarks sticking out of your planner as you dropped it inside the bag. 

“I guess we’ll have to call it here then. I’d need to go back to my apartment and grab my charger to do anything else.”

And, perhaps it was because the two of you had formed this unexpected bond over the past several weeks, something deep and quiet and far more important than Toji would ever willingly name, that the weight of being the weakest link finally made Toji Fushiguro feel the heavy hammer of guilt bury deep within his hardened chest. 

A moment passed before he cleared his throat, holding up his hand. 

“Or…” the words were slow to move out of his mouth, embarrassment thickening in his throat. “Why don’t we work there?” You stared at him, almost startled, as if he’d grown another head. His ears warmed under the intensity of your gaze as he continued. “I still got power, I can keep goin’ if you’re down.” 

His triceps flexed as he scratched the back of his neck, tan skin pulling taut as he looked away. 

“It’s a small place,” you warned. 

He shrugged, his voice catching in his throat at the way you were holding his gaze. “I don’t mind. I’d go any place you choose.”

He paused, his eyes widening slightly at the words that tumbled out of his mouth, as if he didn’t realize what he said until after he said them. 

You breathed, and a beat passed before a small, pretty smile pulled across your features – the first he’s ever gotten from you like this. And this time, your tired eyes warmed into something soft, something akin to appreciation, something new.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, then I’d like that.” You tilted your head slightly, and his heart thumped oddly loud in his muscular chest. “Thank you, Toji.”

For just the briefest of moments, you looked at him as if he had just offered the world. 

All he could do was swallow and nod. 

He didn’t even realize you called him by his first name until you were both out the door. 

The walk to your apartment was comfortably silent. Despite Toji’s taller stature and athletic build, he wordlessly matched your slower pace, walking between you and the road. 

Your apartment was situated right on the outskirts of campus; too close to drive, but too cumbersome to walk. He quietly marveled at your resolution to go in person to class every day, especially when he had difficulty hauling his ass to the lecture hall that was just a block over from frat row. 

The taller man was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even realize how close he was standing to you as you both paused at your front doorstep. His towering frame loomed over you, and he could feel the heat of your body as you dug through your bag, and he could see the goosebumps that rose on your neck when your arm accidentally grazed against his abdomen. 

Your keys softly clinked! together as you unlocked the front door.

And, there was something faintly intimate about being led up the creaky wooden steps to your 3rd floor apartment, your hips gently swaying in his face with each ascent up, and your soft hands lightly tracing the railing in your wake.

He intrusively thought about reaching out to touch your fingers, to run his hand along the curve of your waist–

He coughed lightly.

What was he thinking?

As you opened your apartment’s door, he was immediately hit with the light smell of lemon and jasmine. 

Your place was small but tidy; a one-bedroom attic apartment where the kitchen and living area blurred together, soaking in the same sunlit space. Despite its size, it carried your mark: two types of server aprons hung on the coat rack, a soft crocheted throw blanket you made draped over the worn couch, and a set of reading glasses laying beside a hand-painted mug on your round window table.

It was cute; homely. A small glimpse into your life outside of class.

“You can start getting set up in here, I’ll just grab my charger from my room.” You spoke quietly as you led him to the table. 

You silently turned before he could respond, padding across the old wooden floors to the door that was directly across from where he had set his bag down. 

He had only just started typing his password into his computer when he lazily looked up, his dark eyes catching the movement from your room. 

And, holy shit. 

No. 

There was genuinely no way in hell. 

He was scrambling up out of your wobbly kitchen chair before his mind could even register it. 

His body felt as if it were moving through water, and his brain felt like jam. Was that his own blood roaring past his ears or his soul escaping his body? 

Cool beads of sweat began to form on his neck, tickling at the ends of his dark, grungy hair. He had crossed the width of your apartment in three long strides, until suddenly he was at your doorframe, his large body leaning against it like it was a lifeline, and his scarred mouth parted into the dumbest looking “o”.

His wild eyes scanned your room fervently. The walls, the Cowboy Bebop poster by your bedframe, the pale linen sheets, the empty vase on your bedside table and the stack of yellowing paper backs in the corner of it. 

Everything looked familiar.

Scratch that. Everything looked the same. The same as–

“Can I help you?” 

You were on all fours. All fuckin’ fours. 

You tilted your head up to face him, taking a pause from wiggling the stubborn plug out of the ancient socket underneath your desk.

And… could you? Can you? He was at a genuine loss for words. 

All he could do was stare dumbly, his large fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, and his body emanating a heat that he prayed to god wasn’t visible from where you were.

“Uh. Y-you got a bathroom up here??” 

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He scoured through every single video and rewatched every single clip that night.

The furniture, the decor, the walls, the window placement: everything was the same.

And so, the verdict was in: you–his quiet, guarded, asocial, and steely chem partner–were none other than stargiirl herself. 

What. The. Fuck. 

It was confusing to wrap his head around, this whole stargiirl-chemgirl business. But would he go as far to say that it wasn’t attractive? That he didn’t pop a boner every time he thought about it? 

No. He couldn’t. He’d never.

Was this divine intervention or his own personal hell? 

He couldn’t tell.

What does this mean? How should he act?  What does he fucking do with this information now?

He rubbed his temples before running a tense hand through his hair. At the same time, a notification popped up on his computer. 

“Check out a new post from stargiirl_xx !”

He could feel the blood in his veins thumping against his skin. 

“Don’t do it. Please don’t fucking do it-” he mumbled. 

He tapped into the link despite himself. 

“Lessons In Vibration Pt II”

He wordlessly clicked the play button on the video. 

For a moment, he thought his screen was buffering. The camera was set up to look out onto your bed, though you were not in frame yet, presumably twiddling with the settings of your camera. 

But when you finally did walk into view, his heart nearly imploded. 

The frame only showed you from the mouth down, your identity mainly concealed. You were bottomless, bare legs walking across the floor as you situated yourself on your bed. The only piece of clothing you did have on was an overlarge sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, one that he, in his panicked daze to get out of your apartment earlier, forgot he had left behind. 

He didn’t dare breathe, nor could he move. His head was craned so close to his computer, as if he wanted to go through the screen itself just to get a better look. 

He noted how his hoodie fell past your ass, large and consuming and honestly? So fuckin’ perfect on you.

You were nearing the end of your normal introduction, and he realized you spoke differently on video, low and confident and sensual and hypnotic.

“I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about my content throughout the years,” your hands started to draaag the bottom of his hoodie up, letting it bunch just slightly above the dip of your waist, enunciating your curves. “-And I’ve realized I’ve never had a partner during any of them.”

The comments on the side bar started to flood through, hundreds of viewers already volunteering themselves to be your +1. 

His jaw ticked, hard.

“I think,” you leaned forward like you were sharing a secret. Toji gripped onto his computer until a faint pop! could be heard of one of the inner screws coming loose. “I think I would like to change that in the future,” and then you smiled, really smiled, a full, playful grin wiping across your features in a way he had never been able to see in person before. 

His dick bobbed in his pants. 

This could not be happening to him right now. 

You continued, “but for now, welcome back to my Lessons in Vibrations series.”

He watched as you started introducing the toys you would be using today, before you slowly began to touch yourself, teasingly showing glimpses of the purple lace panties you had on underneath his hoodie. 

And he couldn’t help it, really. 

Because when you started rubbing your vibrator against your clit, your deft fingers plunging skillfully into your cunt, soft whimpers escaping your lips as your pussy started squelching out a fucking melody – all while wearing his fuckin’ sweatshirt – what the fuck else was he supposed to do?

His sweats were already halfway down his thighs, and his meaty hand greedily pumping his own cock in sync to you fucking yourself on your fingers. 

He watched hungrily as you pushed his sweatshirt up further along your body, exposing your stomach, teasing the view of your bare tits. He bit back a groan at the thought of your scent lingering in the fabric, and prayed to whatever deity above that you wouldn’t wash it out before he got it back. 

Below, your fingers languidly teased the head of your vibrator against your entrance. It was the insertable kind, with a slender tip and curved body, the type that had your hole trying to suck up the device with every rub against your dripping slit. 

He could feel the veins in his cock pulsing hotly in anticipation, pushing up thick pearls of precum out onto his flared tip. 

He wondered what it would be like to slip his shaft against your drenched pussy lips, to massage the underside of his cockhead against the tight ring of your entrance, to feel you squeezing around him, and to hear the sounds you would make just for him. 

He gulped, cool sweat starting to form on his brow. You were beginning to fuck the device into you, pumping the vibrator in and out and in and out. He could see your legs trembling, your juices starting to  uncontrollably splash outside of you, and your pussylips fluttering with every bzzz bzz bzzzzzt of the vibrator fucking and swirling and massaging into your g-spot. 

He was matching your pace, furiously pumping his dick, thinking about how you looked on all fours earlier, thinking about how you smiled when you called him his name, thinking about how you look when you concentrate and the mole above your brow, thinking about the coffee you made for him and the weird shitposts you sent and the way you could look at him like he was nothing, and everything, all at the same time.

And suddenly, he wasn’t climaxing to the stargiirl he had always seen on screen.

It was his tough, quiet, calm chem partner. 

And as he shot hot spurts of thick, ropey cum all the way from his dick to his chin (the most he’s ever released before), he realized only one thing. 

He just finished to the thought of you.

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Toji Fushiguro had a problem. 

No, scratch that. 

He had a fucking crisis. 

It was drill day, and his head was absolutely nowhere near the turf. He fumbled balls, missed targets, and was a full thirty-seconds under his usual sprint times. 

And that was only how one of his practices went this week. 

It had been five whole days since he last saw you. 

Five days of being dogshit at his sport. 

Five days of holing up in his frat, avoiding campus, avoiding class, avoiding your texts, avoiding you.

It’s not like he wanted to do this, but he didn’t know what to do, how to act, or what to even say. 

How could he talk to you casually while knowing he’s given probably a third of his checks to you? How could he be normal in your presence knowing that he’s watched every single one of your streams, and in turn has finished an embarrassing amount of times to each of them?

How could he trust himself when the thought of you alone had his heart pounding so hard his ears hurt? Or how his chest squeezed so tight he almost went to urgent care, just because you texted asking where he’s been and if he was okay? 

How could he face you, knowing that he somehow developed the largest, fattest, most egregious fuckin’ crush on you?!

And, for the record, Toji Fushiguro did not do crushes. He hadn’t necessarily “ran through” the entire roster of available chicks on campus, but he did have an occasional fling, nothing serious, nothing long, nothing that would distract him from football and his dreams.

He was known as the campus heartthrob and heartbreaker. He was Mr. Non-Chalant, Mr. Everybody-Wants-A-Piece-of-Him, and Mr. I-Don’t-Get-Attached all wrapped up in one 6’4, 230 lbs body. 

A crush? That was new, unexplored territory for him. 

He stared down at your last texts to him.

⭐️(Thursday, 12:03pm): i got us a nice spot!! im sitting on 2nd floor @ clark  ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Ba-dump!

⭐️(Thursday, 12:18pm): knock knock, is mr. toji theree 

Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

⭐️(Thursday, 12:56pm): hey, is everythin ok? r we still on for today?

Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump–

⭐️(Saturday, 10:01am): r u alive

It physically sickened him that he couldn’t get his cowardly fingers to just fucking write back. But every time he opened up your text chain, all he could do was stare. 

Which is exactly why he couldn’t see you yet. 

He needed time. 

He needed space. 

He needed to get this shit under control.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) for him, the Kappa Epsilon fraternity was throwing a rager tonight. With the group of men only one week out from the next bracket of playoffs, this would be the last night the football frat would get to drink together for a while if they were to make it to the finals. 

It would be the perfect distraction. 

About an hour or so into the party and he was buzzed. He absolutely demolished that shithead Ryomen in beer pong, crushed a pack of PBRs, and now was cooling off in the kitchen, his body feeling swimmy and light. 

He reached for his phone. Maybe, just maybe, if he looked at your messages again for the umpteenth time today, maybe he would know what to say, maybe he–

“Ah, so you can come out and party but ignore all of my texts?”

His heart did that stupid thing where it pounded so hard against his chest he wondered if his ribs bruised. 

Despite the booming of the bass coming from the room over, and the idle chatter of randoms idling in the kitchen, he could hear the dry, unimpressed, and entirely too familiar voice coming directly from behind him. 

He turned, his eyes lowering to find you, as if it was muscle memory, as if it was his second nature. 

You never showed up to these parties (and trust, he has invited you to them all). Yet here you were, your body leaned up against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over your chest, and your hair falling around your frame. 

He grinned, the buzz in his head making it easy for a stupidly cheeky and wide and boyish smile to plaster onto his face. (a/n: toji has a hung smile. Okay? Okay.). 

“Hey, party animal,” he said, almost dreamily. 

The top you wore clung to you like a second skin, accentuating the swells of your breasts and the dip of your waist: features that you usually hid underneath your normal, bulkier campus-attire. 

He was indecisive, his eyes bouncing between the unreadable look on your face to the sliver of exposed skin right above your miniskirt. 

You looked good, really fuckin’ good. 

Your eyes widened, before your cheeks blushed the prettiest shade of red, your manicured fingers tightening around the plastic solo cup you were holding

Did he say that outloud?!

You straightened, steeling yourself, willing the warmth in your cheeks to go away. “You’ve ignored me for five days, Fushiguro-” your voice was firm and cool, cutting sharply through the noise of the party.

Back to the last name basis. 

You looked away, before adding, “-and you ditched me on Thursday.” You spoke that last part softly, deliberately, a look of sadness flashing briefly in your pretty, doe-like eyes. 

A dull pang rippled through his chest. 

He knew the implications of your words – the two of you never missed a meetup since this whole “deal” started. 

And, like those days in the libraries or cafes where he found himself sitting before you, following your every word and direction, he now found himself moving towards you, a small pout forming on his scarred lips, as his strong arms caged you in until you were wedged between himself and the counter. 

And, you knew he was huge before. 

But now, up close, you realized just how large he was - his broad shoulders obscuring your view, his muscular chest rippling under the tight black shirt he wore, and his huge hands riddled with veins that climbed up, up, up his forearms. 

He was overwhelming and all-consuming, surrounding your senses with the kind of intensity only he alone could pull off. You breathed in, your chest rising, fighting against the cotton of your ill-fitting top. He smelled of fresh pine and warm leather, clean and raw and manly. 

You came here pissed, but now found your resolve completely fogged and muddled. 

He leaned forward, dipping his head low, until his shaggy fringe tickled softly against the shell of your ear. 

You knew he had been drinking, but the question was, did he know what he was doing right now? Was this purposeful? Was this real? You couldn’t quite tell, but the way his breath stuttered as his nose traced light patterns into your neck, the way he was breathing you in, and the way his hands periodically clenched onto the countertop as if to restrain himself, told you he was at least semi aware of what he was doing. 

Your heart was hammering in your chest. The two of you never stood this close before, let alone touched each other. 

You turned your head slightly, trying to put at least some ounce of space between your face and his.

But for him? That just would not do. 

He slowly pulled away from your neck, his nose lightly mapping a path from the base of your neck, across the soft expanse of your cheek, to the tip of your own. Noses brushing, breaths mingling, chests heaving, and hearts pounding as his scarred lips hovered your glossed ones. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” 

The air between you was warm and thick, charged with something tender and so deeply intimate. 

“Because you scare me,” he mumbled. 

“Oh, really?” Your mouth twitched. 

“Mm.” He nodded once, nose rubbing softly against yours in an eskimo kiss. You could see how his eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, lips dangerously close to pressing against yours.

“‘Think ya cursed me.” His neck flushed red, his low voice was barely above a whisper. 

“I can go-”

“Don’t.”

And then his large hands were latching onto your waist, the heat of his skin searing through the thin material of your skirt. 

“Don’t. Don’tDon’tDon’t.” His brows scrunched together, his face becoming serious. “Don’t go. Don’t leave. Not when you’re here, with me, pretty girl.” 

You breathed, taking your time to steady your voice after hearing the pet name roll off his tongue. “Then what should I do?”

“Stay.”

It was as simple as that, really. 

And then his lips were on yours, warm and soft and commanding. He kissed you like you were sin, drinking you in, savoring you on his tongue, before inevitably, always inevitably, going back for more. He didn’t let you breathe; he wouldn’t. He was greedy and wrong and possessive, claiming your mouth like it was his alone to conquer. Your knees weakened as his tongue massaged against yours addictively, molding against you like you were made for him; like he was made for you. 

Your hands moved before you could think, before you could decide if you were angry with him or if you hungered for him. You found purchase on his broad shoulders, before making your way up, up, up to his neck, one hand running through his dark hair while the other held onto the underside of his strong jaw, thumb gently caressing the scar on the side of his mouth, pulling him in.

He pressed into you further, your ass hitting the lower counter. His body was flush against yours, his chest purposefully rubbing against your tits. 

He could feel your nipples hardening through the flimsy cotton of your top, and he couldn’t stop the sleazy grin that was forming on his face. 

Below, his grip on you was gentle but firm, bringing your body to press and grind against his in an unhurried, languid way, like he had all the time in the world, like all of this was fated from the start. 

And his fingers, oh his fingers, which spanned across your hip, slowly found their way to your ass, gripping and cupping and kneading into the soft, jiggly flesh. 

You could feel something move against your thigh, something sturdy and heavy and completely fucking monstruous. 

“Haah-” you shakily sighed out, breathy and dazed as you looked down to the outline of his bulge. Your eyes widened. 

“I like when you use that smart mouth, y’know,” he was talking against your lips, not able to find it in himself to pull away. His hand slid up the side of your waist, until he stopped right underneath your breast, his thumb rubbing against the underside of where it started to swell. 

His voice dropped an octave lower, whispering to you like it was a secret. “Talk to me. Break this curse. Tell me it’s not just me that feels like this.” 

Please.

His heart was racing. He was stone cold sober. This was it. This was his admission. 

ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump–

You breathed. 

The party raged on in the background, muddled and distant, like his ears were submerged under water–

“It’s not just you, Toji.” 

Your voice was quiet, your cheeks tinted rouge, your pretty eyes looking up at him in earnest. 

And that was all he needed. 

He picked you up like you were nothing (his bench was 350 lbs, squat 600 lbs, and his hip thrusts? don’t even worry ‘bout it), a smug, victorious grin tugging at his scarred lips.

He carried you out of the kitchen, and a steady stream of wolf whistles and howls erupted from his frat brothers and party goers as the two of you made your way across the foyer, up the stairs, and towards a bedroom. His bedroom. 

He carried you inside, keeping the lights off, letting the warm glow of the streetlamp beside his window spill softly across the room. Without a word, he set you down on his large king-sized bed.

The air in his room was tender and still. You could hear the faint bass of the stereo downstairs, vibrating against his wooden floors like a heartbeat. The distant cheers of the crowd down below faded to quiet as he pressed his mouth to your own. 

He leisurely climbed over you, never breaking the kiss, his muscular arms holding his body above your own. 

It didn’t take long for the makeout to turn heated again, teeth clashing against teeth, bodies pressed against each other, rubbing and teasing in a way that had your head spinning.

You put your hands against his chest. 

“Toji-”

“Stay,” he breathed, whispering the words against your lips, like he could read your mind. “-Stay with me tonight,” he pressed his body closer into you, rutting his hips, “and lemme show you the things I’ve been wantin’ to say to you all week.”

You could feel his cock twitch ominously against your bare thigh as you swallowed. 

His lips were swollen and glistening from your mixed salivas, his eyes glazed over, jade irises almost completely black. His grip on your lower body was unrelenting, holding you in place. 

You lightly pushed your hand against his chest, a hesitant look crossing your features.

A beat passed. For a second, he didn’t even realize he stopped breathing. 

“You’ve been drinking,” You paused, your voice coming out small. “What if.. what if you don’t mean this in the morning?” 

And for all your expertise and genius, oh, how completely wrong you could be.

He let out a humorless chuckle, his sharp canines peaking through his lips in the process. 

“Did it sound like I was jokin’, sweetheart?” He shakily exhaled through his nose as he pressed his erection against your clothed cunt, holding himself there, letting you feel the pressure and full weight of what he was packing. “Does it feel like I’m jokin’ ‘bout this?” 

You bit your lip, pussy throbbing, a warm slickness starting to soak through your panties, before messily spreading between your clenched thighs. 

You shook your head. 

“What’d I say about usin’ your words?”

He pulsed his dick, the sensation making your pussy clench. 

Fuckin’ tease. 

“Nngh- no. No it doesn’t feel like you’re joking,” you almost gasp out. 

A satisfied smirk plastered onto his tanned face.

“Good girl.” 

And then he’s moving down the bed, his calloused hands spreading your legs as he pressed wet kisses against the hot skin of your thighs. He was methodical and slow, making his way up your inner thigh, savoring the small sounds that you tried to suppress as he reached the bottom hem of your skirt, his face mere inches away from your sopping pussy, and his breath puffing warm air against your dampened panties . 

“Ohhh jus’ look at ya,” you could tell he had the most shit-eating grin on his face right now, pride swelling in his voice as he carefully dipped a large, rough finger between the seam of the thin purple fabric you adorned. “This all f’me?”

And - Holy shit.

The videos of you didn’t even do this justice. 

Because low and behold, here you were, under his body, and you were so fuckin’ wet. His finger slid against your folds with little resistance, putting just enough pressure that you couldn’t help but moan his name as he rubbed circles against your clit.

And, Toji Fushiguro never claimed to be a patient man. So, it should’ve came as no surprise when he grabbed your hips and used his hulking strength to push your clothed pussy to his scarred lips, his face nuzzled to your cunt, nose pressed firmly to your clit, and his greedy tongue lapping you up through the soiled fabric. 

It was obscene and perverse and dirty and wrong. 

But oh, how he loved it. Loved the heady taste you left on your panties, and the sweet scent of your gushing pussy, and the excess slick on your thighs that made its way onto his rough cheeks. 

He groaned, a low, guttural sound against your skin that made your tummy squeeze into knots. 

“T-Toji, please,” you whined, pressing your greedy cunt into his face, “need your tongue. Need you. Need more.” You could hardly string a true sentence together, and he hadn’t even fucked you proper yet. 

His heart was thunderous against his chest. 

And his dick? 

Hardest it’s ever fuckin’ been in his fuckin’ life.

He was grinding his erection against the mattress as he obliged your wishes.

After all, how could he say no to you? 

He pushed your panties to the side. 

And oh. 

His balls tightened below him, the urge to cum almost threateningly near as he stared at your bare, swollen pussy. 

Holy. Shit.

Everything was soaked and glistening. 

He rubbed one thumb across your puffy skin, his coarse finger getting soaked in the process. 

He leaned in, gingerly licking fat stripes along your folds, lapping you up, drinking you in. He worked thoroughly, gathering you onto his tongue, until the lower part of his face was a mixture of your juices and his drool. 

It was only after he was satisfied with his work did he make his way to your clit, humming and sucking, the wet sounds of his mouth making out with your cunt filling the air of his room. 

The warm pleasure of it all was beginning to pool in your belly, your toes beginning to curl, legs beginning to shake – but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. 

“Toji, I might-” 

He plunged a rough, thick finger inside you, spearing your tight velvet walls apart, all the way up to his knuckle. 

You saw fuckin’ stars.

The sound you made was so erotic, so loud and depraved and raw, that his dick lurched in his pants, warm gooey pre-cum beginning to leak out from his throbbing tip and into his briefs. 

He wanted to hear you again, and again and again and again. 

He wanted videos, home movies, and spotify playlists of the way your pussy was talking to him. 

Emboldened, his tongue was unrelenting on your clit, as one finger became two, and then two became three. 

You mewled as he crooked them up, massaging against that soft, spongey bundle of nerves that had you panting his name out like it was prayer. 

Your ears were ringing, your eyes beginning to get wet with tears. 

Soon, he was fucking you on his fingers proper, setting a debilitating pace as he plunged his digits in and out and in and out. Filling you up, stretching you out, hitting your most sensitive areas. Again, and again, and again.

The pressure in your core was reaching its limits now, and the pleasure from the sheer fullness of your pussy and the sinful patterns of his tongue were beginning to send violent tremors down your legs. 

You were orgasming before you even realized it.

And yet, he was didn’t stop – didn’t even give you time to breathe as he’s diving into your pussy, slurping you up, his large nose rubbing against your over-sensitive clit as he’s fucking his thick tongue and his fingers past the tight ring of your entrance, fucking you, warm and wet, through each of your peaks. 

Your hands held onto his hair like a lifeline, your fleshy thighs locked around his head as if to keep him in place. 

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he moaned, his eyes glazed over, completely and utterly pussy drunk, as you looked down at him, his mouth still latched onto your cunt. 

You could see your slick dripping down his face, mixing with the light trails of perspiration that sprouted from his temples. 

Your heart squeezed in your chest. 

It was only after the last few waves of your orgasm subsided when you could finally respond. 

“I think,” you gently reached down to run your shaky hand through his scalp, tenderly pushing away the sweaty fringe by his eyes. “I think I can think of something that might taste better.” 

And then you’re pushing him until he’s moving to the top of the bed, his back resting against the headboard as he pulls his black shirt up and over his head, triceps flexing, exposing his muscular pecs, washboard abs, and the light tufts of hair that sprouted on his chest, and got increasingly darker the further down his abs it went. 

You could feel your pussy walls clamp down, warmth pooling in your core again as you reached out instinctively to run your hands along the length of his torso. 

You never thought, in all of your wildest dreams, that this would be happening. Nor could your dreams do justice to the perfect build of the man before you.

“Well look at you, Mr. Fushiguro.” Your soft hands slowly sliding up, up, up against his skin, all the way from where the dark tufts of thick hair started to disappear under his pants, and towards his pecs, feeling the way his traitorous heart stuttered as you called his name. “Aren’t you quite the heartbreaker.”

You held his gaze, the air around you charged with anticipation.

Who would move first?

His breathing was shallow as he stared at you, your cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. Your top was rumpled to hell, exposing the line of your cleavage in a way that had his pants tenting painfully, and your mini skirt was so far scrunched that it looked like a belt around your waist. 

“For others, sure…” He grabbed your hands, pressing them deeper into his skin as he slid them up to cup his face. “But for you?” he was whispering now, his ears growing steadily pinker by the second, “I’m afraid you have me beat.” 

Oh. 

And then you’re leaning in, tenderly pressing your lips to his own, mumbling his name over and over again to stop you from saying those other three little words, before sealing it with your tongue. 

And then he’s pulling you into his lap. 

You could taste yourself in his mouth and on his lips, your nipples tightening as his large hands grabbed handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart before making them clap together again. 

A muffled groan escaped from the depths of his chest, vibrating against your mouth, as he felt new gushes of your slick begin to dampen the front of his pants.

“Mmmnh- get comfortable, pretty girl.” He slurred out as he pulled at the waistband of your skirt, before letting go, allowing the material to slap against your skin with a light sting. 

“Hmm… only if daddy gets comfortable too.” your eyes were big as you stared at him through your lashes.  

And oh fuck.

Toji had to lean his head back, his skull hitting against the wall with a dull thud! 

The way the words left your mouth had him breathless, brain short-circuiting, and dick throbbing. He needed to recuperate. Calm down.

Breathe in. Exhale. Repeat. 

You smiled slyly, completely aware of how your words affected him, as you pulled your flimsy top off, followed by your bottomwear. Your tits were heavy and full as they were released from the cotton, nipples peaked and stiff. 

You were bare before him, your arms on either side of his hips, squeezing your tits together lightly as you bent low to whisper against his ear. 

“You like when I call you that?” Your voice was sweet as honey as your hands traced the large outline of his dick through his pants, gripping his shaft through the tight material, and feeling the monstrous size of his girth. 

“Careful, sweetheart,” his voice was a mixture of restraint and warning, “don’t start callin’ me that unless y’er tryna see it through.” His neck was visibly tense, and his hands clutched on to the meat of your hips as he stared at you. 

Pretty girl. 

He squeezed tighter.

His pretty girl. 

A moment of silence passed as you considered his words. “And what if I do wanna see it through…?” Your head tilted cutely while your mean hands found their way to his happy trail, running your nails down through the thick tufts of dark hair, dipping juuust below the waistband of his pants, before retreating back up again in slow, agonizing loops. “Show me your worst, daddy.”

And who was he to deny you? 

Before you knew it, he had his pants and briefs shoved down his legs, his massive cock heavily thudding against his washboard abs

Your mouth gaped open.

And ohhh how he relished the dumb look on your lil’ cute face.  

You didn’t even think anyone could be this large. 

Yet here he was, with a dick that looked like it belonged in a porno, pulsing fat and heavy and huge as he leaked pre-cum all over the angry mushroomed head. 

He smirked, cocky as ever, as you subconsciously licked your lips, eyes glazed over, cock drunk just off the look alone.

Your pussy gushed warm, new slick between your legs as you carefully leant down, your hands grabbing around his base, slowly bringing his dick closer to your face.

He could feel the warm puffs of air coming from ur plush lips, his dick twitching like crazy at how close you were to finally, finally getting your mouth on him. 

You pressed a gentle kiss to his leaking slit, before running your lips over the excess pre-cum, painting your lips with the milky substance.

He swallowed hard. His eyes were wild and his breathing ragged.

He groped your tits, rolling your stiff nipples in his calloused fingers, eliciting the sweetest moan from you that reverberated around his dick.

You gave him small kitten licks at first, teasing the idea, before gradually licking thick fat stripes up and down the length of his huge dick. You traced the pulsing veins that climbed up his hot shaft and licked around the sensitive underside of his throbbing cockhead. 

And it was only when his chest was heaving, his impatient hands gripping onto your skull, did you finally, finally begin to throat fuck the shit outta him. 

None of the videos he had watched of you before even came close to the sensation of seeing the bulge forming in your throat from where his cock was buried inside of you, or the way your nose tickled against the tufts of dark hair at the base of his cock. 

You moaned dreamily around him at the feeling of his heavy dick pounding against the back of your throat, filling your mouth and overwhelming your senses. You couldn’t help the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes as you bobbed him in your mouth, hands jerking off what you couldn’t reach, and your thighs rubbing together greedily, craving any ounce of friction against your throbbing pussy.

But before you knew it, he was lifting you off, a light string of saliva following en suit, connecting the two of you together. 

“What’s wrong?” You had a devilish grin on your pretty face. “Scared you're gonna cum too quick?”

A low, humorless chuckle rumbled through his body as one of his hands wrapped around your throat, while the other smacked your ass. 

“Nah,” his canines glinted in the lowlight, a predatorial grin etching into his features. “Just tryna make sure nothin’ gets wasted.” And then he's shifting you up, rubbing his thick cock against your gooey cunt, mixing his thick pre with your juices. 

Your heart fluttered.

His dick was so warm against your skin – so, so much better (and bigger) than the toys you regularly used to get yourself off. 

You’ve had enough. You’ve done your waiting. You needed him inside you. 

You lifted yourself up, your hands bracing themselves on either side of Toji’s broad shoulders. Your pussy was dripping down onto his angry dick as you slowly lowered yourself, hips circling, letting his throbbing head trace your sopping lips. 

He could have almost passed out from the sight alone.

Instead, he panted out a deep breath, his chest tightening as he tried to restrain himself from bucking up into your cunt. 

You paused your hips, lowering yourself again ever so slightly so that his leaking head was now smooching against your gummy entrance, the heat of his cock stirring something warm and familiar in your belly. 

Please, please, please, ple–

And then your pussy is swallowing his head whole. 

“Oh, fuuuck you’re tight mama,” his eyes squeezed shut, fringe sticking to his sweaty forehead as Toji gasped out at the sensation of his thiiick cockhead squeezing past the tight ring of muscles at your entrance. 

Your gummy walls sucked against him from all angles, squishing into his hardness and rubbing deliciously against the sensitive underside of his mushroomed tip. 

And this was just the tip.

He didn’t know if he would make it out of here alive. At least, without getting you pregnant. 

You whimpered, actually fuckin’ whimpered his name as you reached down, touching where he was spearing you apart, your lips drawn thin and tight to accommodate for the sheer size of him. 

“You’re so big Toji,” a tear rolled down your flushed cheek. “Look at how much more I gotta take.” And he did, he really did look. Because you began to let your finger slowly slide from where the two of you were connected, down, down, down to the tufts of hair at the base of his cock.

“Haah- Ya’ think it’ll fit, sweetheart?” He grunted, his lips involuntarily bucking as you pouted cutely at him. 

Something impassable flashed across your feature. “I’ll make it fuckin’ fit.”

And then you’re slamming down onto his dick, and it feels like the literal wind gets knocked out of both of your chests. 

He has never felt something so deliciously tight before.

You have never felt so goddamn filled up before.

You’re clenching around him, velvet walls fluttering and smooching around his raw cock as it pulses heavy and thick with animalistic need. 

It took you several moments to orient yourself, to gather your scrambled senses back together to remember what you were doing, what your goal was, why you were here. 

“I have a secret to tell you.” You stared down at him, an unreadable look passing over your features. 

“O-oh really?” you squeezed your walls around him, catching him off guard.

“I know you watch me touch myself,” you whispered it like it was a secret, sly and just a touch proud.

And of all the things you could’ve said, nothing would have prepared him for that.

His dick bobbed from inside of you. 

“Fushi-daddy420 isn’t the most subtlest of names, no?” you grinned meanly as you watched his jade eyes turn impossibly black as you began to slowly, teasingly, mercifully bounce on his cock. Up and down and up and down. 

“But-?”

He thought you would hate him if you knew. 

He agonized for days for this reaction?!!

“And after you ran out on me after seeing my place?” you were panting, riding him as you talked. “Yea, that kinda solidified it.”

And just when he thinks you’ve found your rhythm and set your pace, you slowly begin to circle your hips, hitting new angles deep inside your guts that have his throbbing tip pressing into the spongy part of your pussy. 

“You don’t -fuhh- don’t hate me?” his mind was swirling, how could he focus when you felt this good?

“Never.” Your hips rolled, and you pressed your tits together, giving him a show.  

And you were doing so well, and felt so good. He pressed a fat thumb against your clit, spelling out his name, as if to claim you, mark you, over and over and over again. 

T-O-J-I !

He throws his head back as he feels you creaming around his cock, while your eyes are rolling into the backs of your head as you feel his thick goopy pre frothing at your entrance, dripping down onto his balls. The pace is getting faster, the air getting hot, and thick beads of sweat are rolling down your back. The obscene sounds of sweaty skin slapping against skin filled the hot, sex-scented air. 

You lean down to kiss him, tongues messily entangling, drool spilling from the sides of your lips as you ride his cock like a fuckin’ animal, ass jiggling from the force of his hips rocking up to meet you, his heavy balls smacking against your pussy like a promise. 

In one swift motion, he’s flipping the two of you over, your back to the bed, his dick never leaving your pussy, as he continues to fuck into you. He has your legs spread wide, your knees to his sides as he buries himself deep within your warmth, the new angle allowing you to feel his fat tip smooching against your cervix.

He’s panting, breath shaky as he slows down, rutting shallowly, not allowing himself to be too far from your gummy insides. “T-tell me where you want it,” his voice came out strained, and you could see where his veins were protruding on his neck. 

Oh. His cum.

His balls were pressed against you, tightening with every passing second. You could feel his dick bobbing against your walls as he was direly trying to stop himself from cumming. 

You smiled, soft and sweet, as you pressed a hand against your lower tummy, feeling the bulge of where he was nestled inside you. 

“Oh, you already know,” and you were batting your pretty lashes up at him, making his heart stutter. “Isn’t that right, daddy?” 

And oh, how his broken mind snapped. 

The next thing you knew, he’s pressing your knees so far up they’re knocking against your tits, his hulking body leaning over and pressing down into you, chest against chest, until you could feel his warm lips sucking bruises by your ear. 

And then he’s draaagging his thick cock through your pussy until only the tip is inside you, before snapping his hips forward, forcing his cock the deepest it could go back inside you, spearing you apart, and setting an absolutely cruel, delicious, depraved pace that has his balls bruising your ass and his cock breeching your womb. 

It goes for what feels like seconds, minutes, hours.

Your legs began to shake at all the sensations, your pussy walls convulsing around him and your ears ringing as you started to see white. 

And he truly couldn’t keep it in any longer. 

Not when you sounded so hot, with your face scrunched up in the prettiest ‘o’ and your nails digging crescents into his back as you called his name, begging for his seed. 

And so he bucked up, his hips flush against yours, locking you into the meanest of mating presses, as his dick lurched, balls scrunching, as he pumped copious amounts of his thick, sticky cum straight into your womb.

And he’s still bucking his hips, through each of your peaks, fucking his cum deep inside you, until your belly was bloated and full of him.

“Thattaa girl,” he pressed a warm kiss to your mouth as he fucked you through the last few peaks of your orgasms, gingerly swiping his thumb across your cheek as if you were something precious. “My girl.”

And later on, as you softly drifted to sleep, with a belly full of his cum and his softening dick still inside you, you could feel his scarred lips pressing light kisses across your face, and the mumblings of something that sounded vaguely too close to “iloveyou” whispered into your warm skin.

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Five weeks passed, and the Michigan Wolverines were in the midst of the NCAA College Football Championships.

After weeks of non-stop practice, conditioning, strength training, and late-night film recaps, the team of 100-odd men were finally going up against their biggest competitor in the nation.

There was much on the line, but thankfully, Senior Quarterback and Captain, Toji Fushiguro, had quite the good luck charm on his side. 

Not only did he pass Kinetics (albeit by the skin of his teeth, thanks to you), but he now had a new, fool-proof pre-game regimen (with an even better success rate!).

He still kept his same protein shake recipe.

He still kept his same choice of attire.

But this time around, he needed at least one hour of your undivided attention, with the provision that his cock be buried so deep and raw inside your trembling cunt that you could feel him in your womb. 

And it was only after intense, depraved, animalistic fucking, with your pussy stuffed full of his gooey cum, and hickies in the shape of a ‘T’ on your neck, could the 6’4 230 lbs man say with absolute certainty, that this championship was in the god damn bag. 

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The Wolverines won their final round of the playoffs in a sweeping victory: 52-38. 

And the star quarterback of the show could not wait to celebrate with you, his pretty lil’ girlfriend. 

Geto’s spit-slicked lips part open to steal a sharp gasp of the sweltering lecture hall air- it couldn’t be. And his bleary irises can’t even focus, can’t lock on anything but the figure of you mere feet away. 

…Could it?

With a slight tilt of your head, you’re staring back at him - and something…carnal pangs through his suddenly-boiling veins.

Then you smirk- and Geto twitches.

Fuck.

He would’ve crashed onto his knees right then and there if it wasn’t for the way that you proceed to dig through your cute, useless bag - still in the middle of a conversation with your friends - and throw something flimsy and pale pink at him.

No shame. No regrets.

None for either of you; but especially not Geto once his strong palms reach out to urgently scramble for the shred of gauzy fabric in midair. 

Tangling the stringy satin between thick, ringed fingerpads, he’s sinking his face into its sugarcoated scent before sinking into the realization that you’d had the audacity to throw your fucking panties at him in the middle of a bustling seminar. 

Yet, he was even worse - jaw slackening, broad chest heaving with rasping ahs! as he drinks in loooong repeated puffs of your pheromones. Coating his brain in melty molasses of sugar and spice and you. 

There was a reason you were the most sought-after omega on the entire campus. With your filthy skin-tight outfits, and your flirty smiles. 

And him? He couldn’t get enough.

Smearing away a sloppy splotch of saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth- when had he even started drooling? Geto watches through watery peripherals as you mouth a smug “an advance” at him, and saunter out of the class in your tightly-knit group.

Too tightly-knit, if you asked Geto. Dead-on stare narrowing, he catches the way one of your so-called friends brush away an invisible piece of lint from your shoulder. 

Just barely. His head snapping towards Geto when the latter growls-

Oh.

Oh, fuck. 

He was fucked.

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.

.

Listen, it’s not as if you make Geto finish all of your homework - just the ones that you found too tedious, too complicated, or too time-consuming. Which might just happen to be all of them, but you digress! 

He was more than happy to collect those slutty scraps of silk you called “panties” and you were proud to keep your streak of having the second-highest GPA in class (after the man himself, of course.)

The more important the grade the more sinful the panties. 

After all, it wasn’t as if you minded all of Geto’s fiery stares at you during lectures, the spark in his eyes when he tried to drill a difficult concept into your mind, or the way his dark lashes would flutter drunkenly the moment you got too close. 

In fact, you might even admit that you…like it.

Because Geto was hot. Fuck- he was fucking pretty.

You’d seen just how fawny his amethyst eyes were behind those clunky glasses. Lengthy Stygian hair, so many inches above six feet, and biceps that pull his gamer t-shirts so taut that it made you wonder what was underneath.

But it wasn’t as if a nerd - and a beta, obviously, though you didn’t care for secondary gender - like him would ever make a move. 

Hell, he barely even talked to anyone other than the professors. 

All grumbling and rude. It took you weeks to even get him to acknowledge your existence, and that was only by giving him an “accidental” glimpse of your red, red bra strap. 

So you were mostly fine and dandy with this lecherous transaction of yours. Geto was smart; he was never a minute late in emailing you your surely A+ worthy work before their deadlines, and you’d gift him his little treat just the day after.

Except- you were lounging on your couch as the 12:00AM deadline for your latest essay rolled around and there was still no sign of Geto. Not a single ping from your inbox. 

With an impatient thumb, you’re idly scrolling through the sparse chat history you’d all but bullied him into sharing with you, brows furrowing deeper and deeper at your plethora of ignored texts and calls. 

Nothing new but, seriously…

Scoffing as the clock tick! tick! ticked! its way to 12:01AM. 

He was late - and your homework was, too. 

You’d been feeling a little too…feverish tonight to attend that one party your friends had invited you to, and thank your stars for that. Because not even minutes later, you were stomping the few blocks down to Geto’s apartment building and all the way up to his white-painted front door.

“Hey, Sugu—” You rap your knuckles harshly on the wood, exasperated. “Are you in there?”

No answer. 

Huffing, your heated skin stings where it clashes even harder against his door. Impatiently, “Hah- making an omega walk all the way out here…I should take back all those panties I gave you. Yaga deducts points for late submissions and I am not leaving until you come out.”

Still no answer. Not even a sound. 

“In fact, I’ll only get louder.”

Not even a breath. 

That was…strange. He should’ve at least come out to shut up your racket so that he can study, if not at the mention of your panties. 

And right now your annoyance was being washed away with sharp waves of concern, a nervous bout of laughter escaping you as soon as your hand falls on the door handle to find it shockingly unlocked. Oh? 

You and Geto might not be the best of friends, but you wanted him to be alright goddammit. 

“Better come out and stop me now, unless you want me to barge in!” You call out, jostling the cold, metallic knob for good measure. It holds firm in your hand, the only thing grounding your swimming mind as you bask in a second of silence. Two. Three. Before sighing, “Have it your way then. I’m coming in–”

Then it hits you.

Slow, at first. Like a smell from a distant memory that you find yourself aching for - find yourself stumbling a few steps inside Geto’s cozy apartment and devouring in generous lungfuls. 

You slam the door shut to cloud yourself in the saturated air and gasp.

This was nothing like any expensive perfume you’d smelled before. It felt like your entire body was on fire, like every one of your pores was scorching from deep inside. Like you needed him.

Head whirling with the heady concoction of caramel salt scent and those dark undertones of wine. Something so dangerous. So tempting. So…Suguru.

You jolt. He was in rut. 

Wait, rut? Geto Suguru? Wasn’t he…wasn’t he a beta? 

You swear he was. You didn’t know what was happening, only angling your head up for more and more and more-

Shit, you’re shoving your thighs together before you know it. Already feeling the slippery stream of slick that sloshes past your pussy lips and puddles at the bottom of your underwear. And you know you’ve never been wetter. 

“A-anyone home?” You’re straining out, the doughy mountain of your palm rubbing mindlessly up n’ down through your thin skirt. 

Undoubtedly, there’s still no response. And yet, it’s almost as if he’s calling to you - and maybe he is.

Feet wrenching one jerky pitch after the other, you have to balance yourself on the hallway walls to fucking keep your sanity.

And to perhaps stop your weakened knees from slipping you into a pile on the polished hardwood floors. Perhaps to stop yourself from breaking out into a run to wherever your inner luna was clawing to take you. 

You breathe, “Th-this isn’t funny, Suguru…”

The soft thuds of your padded steps thunder in time with your racing heart. Louder and louder. Deafening by the time you’re catching sight of a large mahogany door at the end of the corridor that waves ever-so-slightly ajar. 

Where those hypnotic pheromones were the most saturated. And your mouth waters. 

It’s only once you’re reaching it - trembling, standing stock-still, right outside what you now assumed to be his bedroom - that you realize Geto was calling to you. Well, more like he was calling out for you. 

Your name. 

In soft, breathy moans that make his rich baritone crack.

“Get the fuck in here.”

.

.

.

The moment Geto Suguru catches a glimpse of your oh-so-cute face - the moment he senses that you’re actually, honest-to-goodness here - he cums. 

And he can’t help it- fuck, he can’t help it.

Even dabbing the fat of his massive thumb right over his bawling tip can’t stop the heaping torrents of gooey white escaping from him. Such slick ribbons upon ribbons crawling their way up Geto’s washboard abs, you can only watch with bated breath as his messy, round globs of seed trickle up n’ down until they drench his dark happy trail. 

Your watery thighs stick together, maw falling agape because you’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined this.

You had. Once or twice or many, many times. 

All splayed out on his Digimon sheets like this; meaty thighs cracked open, silky locks slathered across every inch, glasses fogged up. Ruined. Geto’s sweat-shimmered back arches off the outdated bed springs with a creak! while his hand flew furiously up and down his swollen cock.

Shit, you’re biting your lip. Syllables jumping roughly off of your heavy tongue, “S-Suguru?”

SLAM!

It’s like the sound of your voice does heavenly wonders to him.

Plump, tender balls squeezing, Geto’s free hand encloses behind his sweaty scalp and onto the headboard above him. Hard enough that the sturdy frame snaps, pale biceps flexing enough that you find your skin clammy with need. 

“Fuh-fuck.” He’s hissing through clenched teeth. Staring right at your meandering form through dazed half-crescents, mouth departing endless husked grunts. And oh…oh a few more dewy droplets of cum spray out of his bawling orifice once you gulp. “Look what you’ve done t’me.”

“Y-you’re an alpha?” You finally manage to find your voice. 

He snickers, the murky scent of the room growing ever-stronger. And even more than that was your own scent, mixing and melding until you felt dizzy. “And you’re in danger, little omega~”

Your widened gaze grows to lock on the way that his rugged fingers continue milking out creamy sploshes of cum. Expertly flying up, up, up– before fisting his hefty base with an airy sigh. 

Large. He was so large. 

And in so many ways more than one. 

An alpha. He was an alpha. 

Seductively sculptured body dwarfing his single bed with what looked like miles upon miles of toned, tall muscles. Were those tattoos spying out from the sides of his back?

A syrupy geyser of sap formulates between his two legs the size of your head- this was Geto Suguru? 

And his cock - oh, he was so perfectly massive. Oversized, even in Geto’s engulfing hand. 

So painfully hard that he was blushing a blossoming magenta near the very tip of his globular cockhead, throbbing. Pulsing. Thick lightning bolts of veins gripping down either side of his pink shaft and all the way down to his breeder balls.

With a harrowed gasp filling your lungs, you’re spotting just the barest fringe of something soaked-through and gauzy tangled underneath his digits. 

Fuck. 

“Is that-”

“This?” Geto grins - grins. You’ve never seen him smile let alone show off this dopey, predatory leer plastering all over his flushed features. A gentle dimple embeds near his curled lip, and he quirks an eager brow. 

You can barely even think while he untwines the frilly pair of panties you’d thrown at him in class from around his aching cock. Sticky and stretched now, it finds home right near his flared nostrils as Geto brings it up and sniffs. Crazed. “C’mere.”

The rawest of glints twinkle in his half-lidded vision as you inch closer, the way you tremble on your two feet like a newborn fawn was adorable. And he can’t stop himself from letting out a low whistle–

“Yeah. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Your body kneels you right by Geto’s bedside before your mind can even think to catch up. Head lolling lecherously against the wide plane of his shivering thigh, you let your tongue lap up a pearl of his buttery white cum and keen. He was even bigger up close. “Sugu—”

“Nuh uh, gorgeous.” Geto tuts, gravelly tonality rendering you confused just as much as you were needy. His two palms grip the crown of your head to peer upwards, “S’all because of you. You n’ those d-damn panties. M’not your hck! nerdy fuckin’ Sugu right now. Best remember that- m’gonna make sure you remember that.”

He’s more than gazing down at you, he’s boring right through you. 

Spectacle frames creeping precariously down his nose bridge, tendrils of his shaggy hair almost curtaining him, pellets of sweat trickle down his temples and hit you in thin spatters. So close. And you wanted him closer. 

“Tilt your head back, lemme see that ngh- pretty mouth.” One hand slips from your head to curl around Geto’s fattened hilt, nudging his puckered tip to strike your lips with a dull thud! “Count.”

“One-”

And it’s not once. 

“T-two-”

Not twice. 

“Three- hah!”

Not thrice, until he’s leaving your mouth whimpering and stinging with the slam of his rock-hard shaft slapping down your tender flesh. Leaving a slimy trail of pre and salty cum that leaks between your maw and drives you wild. 

Then - and only then - is he wrenching you up closer. Manhandling your pliable body until the very tip of his perfectly button nose meets yours. So close.

Your teary lashes flutter halfway shut once you feel the foggy breeze of his breath scorching your face, cunt quivering with the anticipation of a kiss. His pheromones hit you in powerful gusts, your primal urges scratching up to the surface.

Closer. Too close- for a kiss that never comes.

“Heh. Cute.”

He doesn’t kiss you.

But before you know it, Geto pitches his tongue back and wets your shimmery pouted lips with a large wad of his syrupy saliva. 

In just a split-second. 

Bowing you back underneath him and stuffing your chatty mouth so damn full of his swollen cock that you can’t even think of anything else. Fat droplets of tears fountain up at the edge of your eyes, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so split open.

He was eight- no, maybe nearing ten whole inches that scraped the back of your mushy throat with his ruthless mushroom tip. 

Hard. Girthy. 

Cratering out a wet circumference of bruises into your melty mouth with a singular thrust, and it wasn’t enough- fuck, it might never be enough.

Geto’s throwing his head back, toned core muscles tensing. “O-oh. This. Th-this is what it feels like?” 

You almost wonder whether he even knew what he was doing once you feel a shaky thigh throwing behind your neck and reel you in close. Drawing you all the way up until your nose scratches his tufted pelvis, mouth hanging wiiidely agape. 

“Sh-shooo big–” You’re mumbling through a scalding mouthful, slicked walls clenching at the realization that he had you trapped in a headlock. And by the looks of it, he was never going to let go.

“Yeah- yeah?” He shudders out, bass cracking into a zillion shatters near the end. Octaves higher. Unsteady. Meanly, Geto’s leg jostles you even further from behind to probe his shaft even deeper into your velvety mouth, your chin buckling underneath his curvaceous ballsack. Holding you still. Firmly. “Fuckin’ l-like that, don’t you?”

You can’t nod. You can’t hum affirmative. He was so bulky inside you that your lips sag underneath the sheer weight.

But your omega preens for the attention, sleek tongue zig-zagging over one of the pounding veins that poked into the roof of your mouth. And it’s enough of an answer for Geto.

Spitting out, “Oh yeah? Dirty girl. Didn’t expect your loser lil’ Sugu to have such a fat fuckin’ dick, huh?” 

So fucking…rude, words teetering right on just the edge of being menacing. And you were just so gorgeous crying all over his cock like this, so much better than when you were hanging off of other alphas. 

So much better when he strays a thumb to feel your filling throat, the way he’s lodged deep inside. Him. All him. 

You let off a whiny gag the moment his blushing red cockhead twitches up ferally at the thought. The static cotton in your head making you slurp his length with a sloppy squelch! 

He’s pushing up his glasses furiously, “Can you even take it? Seriously- acting so popular n’ mighty when you can’t even take my hngh- cock.”

And you’re about to rebuke, you’re about to- you swear.

But oh, he didn’t have mercy now. 

“Whaaaat? M’just saying.” The ridges of his head press up all against every nook and cranny of your mouth, a silvery trail of drool now seeping from between your locked lips. Geto wipes away his own cobwebs of drool with the back of his mouth, giggling. Giggling when you scuffle, “S’it too big? Too big for our f-famous lil’ omega?”

Your throat aches something carnally delicious when he keeps a hold ‘round your neck to plunge into the waterlogged bottom. Bobbing your head in lewd maneuvers allll the way up n’ down. “Ngh- Sugu–” 

“Hah- hah!” His glassy eyes gleam something wild, microscopic tastebuds watering all over again with just how intensely he was gawking down at you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that his eyes were glowing- “Why are ya still fuckin’ speaking, gorgeous?”

It wasn’t a Command, but oh did it feel like one.

Only mere moments later and Geto’s springing himself off of the bouncy mattress to shovel your hot throat full of copious inches and leave you spellbound. Swirling a lazy few half-circles of his heavy tip where you were most sensitive.

“Cool that pretty lil’ head. You’re cuter when yer like th-this, y’know?” He groans, feeling your slippery cheeks grip his shaft in an adorable hug. Knee drawing up even tighter to hold you still while he fucked your mouth the way he’d been wishing he could for so long. “All shut up a-and mine and…”

Ah, breath wisping away. He’s prodding your poor gag reflexes at the very same time he rovers up a stray hand to squeeze your nostrils together. “-only mine.”

“Nghh- G-etooo—” And yet, he still doesn’t let up. You’re cupping Geto’s plumpened balls with a delicately loving touch, lustrous strands of spit layering your lips. “Want you.”

“Hm?”

“Want you.”

Oh.

Oh.

Those are the very same words he’s been dreaming of every single rut since meeting you. And he can’t help himself, he can’t stop himself from letting out a slew of swears and cumming.

Shocked. 

“Sh-shit—” It’s all Geto can do to bite down on the plush of his bottom lip and wrangle back those embarrassing fucking whimpers on his tongue, dewy eyes sparkling with a few overstimulated tears. “You’re gonna- f-fucking…”

But he’s not given the privilege to finish his thought let alone his sentence. 

Just flooding your senses with the caramel salt of his scent, and his gobs of pearly seed. Every jackhammer has Geto pinpricking it on the back of your bruised and battered throat, every squeeze of his hand around your neck makes him drool out in wiry oodles of sap more and more and more-

“S’what you w-wanted, right?” And you’re sensing the way his scent tinged with something maddened, leaving your eyes popping. “Prancing around with your hah- p-pre-heat panties and your- fuck!” Geto fights to keep his eyes from flapping closed, “Take it- ohhhh take it all.”

As if you could do anything else.

Every tiny twitch leaves your cavern flooded. Geto was cumming so hard that it was overspilling from each crevice of your lips, a silvery waterfall of cum that he’s dabbing around a thumb to smear. 

Letting your pouted lips wobble at the fresh topping of white gloss, “There’s a good girl. My goood fuckin’ girl.” 

Oh, there’s no doubt in your fractured mind right now that Geto Suguru was an alpha. Inhaling his deep puffs of contentment, you’re arching your back mindlessly in delight. Throat loosening with the motions to-

“Don’t swallow.”

So mean. 

You don’t think you’re given the split-second to wonder otherwise before he’s grappling for the pretty column of your throat and kissing you raw. 

You’re gasping when his depraved tongue smacks down between the seam of your mouth to lather in every scorching hot mess of sap he’d left behind. The mess that he made. And he was only making it messier.

Watching you through barely-cracked open pupils while he scooped up the sticky webs of seed dangling from your mouth. Scratchy buds taking over. A kiss so filthy that you felt shy to even call it that. 

“Mmm—” Geto’s skidding his tongue down the buttered length of his lips, flicking over any stray droplets he could find. And something in his eyes told you that he was mere seconds away from doing it all over again. “Not bad for a first kiss.”

Fuck- what?

“Sugu- what-” You’re panting out measly syllables through the gaps of his sappy mouth. “I-I thought you’d be more…”

“What? A heh- bumbling loser?” His eyes narrow down at you, words purring sexily. “Oh, gorgeous…”

Fuck, and if the rasping growl in his tone didn’t shut you up, the way that Geto’s throwing you onto the bouncy bed sure does. 

He doesn’t have a care in the world, he doesn’t have a single thought other than ripping off your flimsy clothes. Everything but those very same cherry pink panties you’d teased up at him, well- more see-through than anything right now.

Kneeing apart your jittery legs to watch the way your cunt gushes in pure need. Lips curling into a leer at the way she winks up at him through filthy masses of slick.

“Sh-she’s mine now, isn’t she?” Rumbling out, eyes wide. Unfocused. And the look on Geto’s face made white-hot trills sprint down your spine - ones you couldn’t decode between primal need and fear. “She’s…”

Ptwah!

The vicious goblet of spit that hits you this time is somehow even meaner than the last, striking at the very top of your sobbing pussy and disappearing riiiight between your folds. 

“Mine.” Awestruck, Geto bullies one capped knee to smooch up against your slit. Gleaming his heated skin with the bucketloads of cute sap that you kept pouring out by the second. Geto was greedy, he was grunting. “Beg for it, omega.”

You’re squirming underneath him impatiently, clawing all over his unmoving wrists. You ached all over for something. Anything. “Don’t- don’t wanna-”

But Geto had ten times your strength and wasn’t afraid of using it. Oh, he wasn’t afraid of using it - wasn’t afraid of pinning down both your trembly hands on the bed springs with one of his. Rutting his knee up even more mercilessly, murking his pheromones until it burned of salt and spice. “Beg.”

You mewl, “P-please-”

“No stuttering.”

“Please.” And if that wasn’t enough, you’re batting your lacquered lashes up at Geto in exactly the way you knew was his weakness. Exactly the way that got you the second-highest GPA for so long. Jutting your back the perfect curvature off of the bed, “I’ll let you k-keep my panties, Suguru—?”

“Oh, giiiirl—” He husks out, leaning in so close to plant a yearning snog on your mouth. Blushing pink lips wrapping around your tongue and sucking. You always got what you wanted. “M’keeping those regardless.”

In his special drawer for all your slutty underwear, of course. 

And just as soon as Geto’s kissing your lips, he’s trekking his way downwards to make sure that your other ones don’t feel left out. 

“Look at her.” He breathes, words taking on an airy tone that makes him sound as if he was furious. Blistering with the anger that he’s been deprived of the heavenly proximity of your soft, seeping cunt for so long. “H-heh, if o-only those tch- popular friends of yours could see. Just look- look how wet she is f’me. All me.”

A fattened thumb fringes past your panties, and you flinch at the cold press of his silver rings. Rovering all the way to greet your puffy pussylips in languid drags uuuuup and down, pricking his manicured fingernail on the button of your clit. 

Geto’s hooded lids widen, heat rushing all over his cheeks at the sloppy squelches he draws out. So easily. Adorably.

And it was true - he did have a tattoo. A splashing inking of a dragon all across Geto’s muscled back, somehow making him even more unintentionally hotter. 

“And look how loud mmm–” He’s kissing the mound of your folds like a lover, lingering. Loving. Stealing deeeeep gasps of your scent, “M’gonna ruin you. Ngh- ohhh, m’gonna r-ruin you, gorgeous. Ruin ya for anyone else.”

And when Geto meant he was going to ruin you - he meant it.

“Shit.” He was going to mush his pretty features up into your sopping wet pussy until you could feel every minute, warm pant. Staring right up into the target of your fuzzy heart-eyes, “How do you- how do you taste so good.”

Every gasp he’s drinking in of your murked perfumed pheromones, showering ‘round every sense and making him dizzy.

“Squeeze- wanna feel-”

And maybe it’s his rut, maybe it’s the way your tension was so thick - but you instantaneously know what to do. 

To close your legs in a deadlock around Geto’s oily scalp. Your weighty eyelids bat up and down subconsciously at the attractive way he was digging his bulging biceps into the sides of your thighs. Pulling you in closer and closer and closer. “That turns you on, huh?”

But that wasn’t all- oh, that wasn’t what he was making out with your cute cunt and begging for. 

His mouth lathers over with a fresh bout of watery spit the moment your rubbery ring of muscle clench all around him. Making every ridge of his hot tongue catch on your gooey innards, the texture of it enough to drive you positively wild. 

“Sh-shiiit–” You’re letting out a primal groan, clawing at his tattooed back. Chest shuddering underneath the strain of one powerful hand pinning you down. Holding you painfully still. “Suguru- want more. More.”

Slipping his slick tongue in and out of your fluttery hole, Geto keens at the way your entrance kept on trying to suck him back in. 

“Fuckin’ know-” In one second, he’s pushing his cloudy glasses up his nose, and in the other he pries apart your puffed lips and caresses. “Yer turning into a fucking w-waterpark, dirty girl. Even wetter than all that p-porn I learned from…”

You’re whimpering, legs falling further n’ further open until it burned your inner quads. No matter how deeply Geto stuffed his face between them it just wouldn’t be enough.

It was almost as if…

“Heat.” He’s slurring a looong lap of his grooved tastebuds all over the lustre of your sweet, sweet juices. Free hand wrapping at his favorite position around your neck and making sure to angle your head so that you catch the twinkling droplets of slick pouring down his tongue. “You’re in heat, little omega.”

Gasping, “W-what?”

But it made sense. It was falling into place and that only made you wetter.

With a smirk, Geto swats your hands until they tangle into his silken tresses. “Lemme take care of you.” SWAT! The plapping sensation hits you before the realization that he’d run his crowned digits over to spank your perked clit. “Ngh- just sit tight n’ let your nerdy ol’ Sugu here take g-goood care of you.”

He was pleading with you - begging you - to latch onto his pretty locks and grind your pussy in repeated gyrations all over his face. Guiding him, using the hook of his pert nose as the perfect ridge to rest your throbbing clit on. 

“Th-thank you, alpha—” Too good. You were giving into something baser, to let your head loll into the cushy pillow behind you in sweeping motions. And it was so cute he could cum. 

“Yeah? Who- who?”

“You, Suguru.”

“Damn right.”

With every drag of his hoarse syllables, Geto was trawling his face across every inch between the beautiful legs that you had to offer.

Purposefully. 

You’re holding back his endless, inky strands just to admire how pretty he looked. How ravenous. Greedy. 

Fuck, Geto was making up for all these years he spent parched. Spitting out streak after streak of spittle that made your pussy pour out all over his snogging mouth. “Gonna- gonna fuck you like this w’my cock next.”

His tongue folds into your slobbery hole and slithers into every tender orifice - so staggeringly long that you were feeling a lump in your own throat. 

Just a few flops into your earliest magical spots and Geto could already hear the way you were fighting to hide your little sobs. 

“Th-this right here-” He’s probing a finger underneath the panties that stuck to your cunt like adhesive, letting it spring back to hit you with a smack! Tittering at your yelp, “S’mine.”

Rubbing a fat few crowns of his fingerpads at the tender area underneath the base of your pussy. Pressing down. Hard. “And her? All the w-way from here-”

Drawing sensual patterns up, up uuuup all the way to your sensitive clit, and oh- it felt so right to have him draw sultry little hearts on your weepy hood. 

Tugging it over to nip underneath one sharp canine - one that you swear had grown even longer in the last few minutes. Geto was gone in the depths of his rut, hallowing out his cheeks to eat you out as if he was a man starved. And you were his favorite dessert. “To here? S’mine, too.”

RIIIIIP—!

Through your glossy heaps of tears, you can make out the fuzzy shapes of Geto tearing your satiny underwear into tatters. Balling it up into a wad of sugarcoated fabric that he unapologetically stuffs in your drivelling mouth.

“Gonna add these t-to my collection.” You feel him smile against the outer edges of your claggy cunt, tittering at the stupid way your overspilling lips slacken with a soggy pwah! You’re hearing and feeling a long-winded woooosh from below once he takes a deeeep breath in with his over-delicate senses. “Th-thereeee we go. Cum all over my mouth, gorgeous.”

And if you were in any better state of mind perhaps you’d have noticed the way that Geto’s driving his hips into the bed like a damn dog when he sensed your scent peaking. Sensed you getting closer.

Ragged breaths striking your quivering pussy mercilessly and making your teeth sink desperately into the muggy jumble of underwear in your mouth. 

Your broken moans burst out even through that particular watergate, right along with a slithery trickle of saliva and a huff of “S-Suguru—” Craning your head to watch his nostrils flare with knowing, “Close- clo- cumming.”

Eyes flashing. Heart thumping not just within your rib cage.

When it rains, it pours. 

But you weren’t just pouring - you were flooding.

Such glutinous ropes of your orgasm, it sprays Geto’s sexy face in squirts. Clinging onto the edge of his glasses and forming little puddles right at the apples of his high cheeks.

Suddenly, you were oh-so-thankful for the way he’d stuffed your mouth mercilessly full - because by the rusted rasp in your throat, you’re sure you’re singing out shrill trills loud enough that his neighbors would file a noise complaint.

But that was the last thing on his mind.

The last thing- well, fuck, it wasn’t on his mind at all. Geto’s cooing at how unstable you feel, treacherous fingers mazing across your fat clit and giving her a goood few pushes just the way he would with his gameboys.

“Good girl-” he spits into your gapingly widened cunt, still suffering from the remnant tremors of your high and still slopping out wads of juices. Like a mantra, Geto’s dark brows scrunch in concentration, “Good girl good girl gooood fucking girl.”

Words hitching up into something shrill near the edge, he sounded as if he was fraying his sanity with every droplet of slick you pumped into his mouth. With every single second. 

Pushing his aching hot cock deeper and deeper into the sullied sheets. More. He needed more. 

Every sloppy swivel of your widely pried-apart pussy on his tongue made him leave an open-palmed smack! on your thigh. Other hand traipsing to pin your hips down with his big, vein-decorated forearm. 

He doesn’t want to let go.

You’re barely letting off a whine at the lack of friction before Geto lets his mouth depart from your cunt with a soggy pwah! Leaving a final few French kisses on his favorite sweet orifice, he’s pecking a loooong open-mouthed pathway up to your loosened maw.

“Good girl…” He hiccups, clammy forehead sticking against yours. Each syllable struggles to wrench past the leaden ball slowly forming on Geto’s mouth. 

The syrup-glazed lenses of his glasses clash into you, and Geto himself seems to notice. “Look what a fuckin’ mess ya made.” He’s gruffing out at the thick topping of oozing gloss that made the frame impossible to see through. 

Immediately pulling back a few millimeters to take them off and dump them on your own nose bridge. Unceremoniously. 

And it was so wet. 

Almost as wet as Geto’s features were - all showered in gunky dredges of glistening sap. It streaks all the way from his pointed chin and up to his handsome cheekbones. Beads of it hitting your panting chest in a pat! pat! pat!

Heaving out a shaky exhale, he’s pushing away a few elegant strands of charcoal bangs. 

“M’gonna…m’gonna fuck you now.” Sounding more as if he was talking to himself rather than you. Or perhaps both. Puffy folds being rubbed all raw with the depraved back and forth of his veiny under-shaft. “Gonna fuck you. So take it- take it.”

Geto stares deep into your whirling eyes while he sinks his hefty cock into you just as thoroughly. A clingy film sticks to his gaze, dazed and all half-hooded that you wondered if he could even register what was in front of him.

Crazed.

And he’s such a fucking tease, too. 

Creating a slimy trail of pasty pre all over your weakened inner thighs, he drags his bawling divot all over every stretch of your entrance. Around and around in circles. 

“B-big, huh? Better take it b-before I- make it- fit-” He’s echoing, dimples peaking out at the cute way your breath hitches once you feel the sheerly massive circumference of his fat tip. “Shhhh shh sh, s’alright- s’where you’re m-meant to ngh- be.”

Even for an alpha, he was always staggering - but having him stuffing you to the brim would be a whole other feeling. Would have you ruined. 

You’re peering up at him through humid lashes, borrowed glasses smearing wet splotches of slick underneath your skin. Eventually, those panties had found themselves spilling out of your unfastened jaw, “Meant to- hah! be?”

“Mhmmm— pretty omega.” You’re hit with a sudden wave of coaxing pheromones, the gentle salty breeze making your hips buck subconsciously upwards. Subconsciously aching. “This s’where you’re ngh- meant to be.”

And as much as Geto loved hearing whiny questions bubble their way up to your spit-layered lips, oh- was it so much more fun to eye down at your speechless self when he snugly squeezes just a mere sensual inch.

Leaning back to watch the way his bustling cock was stretching and stretching and stretching your tender walls flawlessly. You were taking him so ridiculously well. 

“Fuh-fuck you-” His plush pecs rumble with his bass from above, words tumbling. Hips rolling. And Geto was fucking gone- staring at you with wide, humorless eyes that you doubt were even seeing. “Fuck you- m’fucking you…fuck you fuck you fuck!”

With every sharp fah! being whirled into your loose mouth, Geto rubs his puffed-up veins into the tender mound of your cunt. You can’t help but count every rapid ba-dump—! his achy length throbs. 

Desperately. Rutting and rutting just to fit himself inside. 

Around the time he’s only halfway in, Geto circles one hand over his drenched base to skid taut O’s at the edge of your hole. Nudging his fat girth past your entrance and keening-

“M-more!” You’re barking out primally, your tongue tied into all sorts of bows and ribbons with the way this stretch was searing. And it was the best sort of tight fit, you were practically drooling all over again at the fleshy thwack! of Geto’s rounded balls smacking your thighs. “More, Sugu—”

“M-more…?”

It wasn’t just you - your luna needed more, too. 

You’re nodding and nodding- only to realize with a harsh muffle of Geto’s palm over your noisy mouth that he wasn’t even talking to you.

No, he was tittering away in a small sort of voice. Octaves higher. Strained. Goosebumps smatter all across your skin at the way he sounded so unstable. 

“More…” Irises flashing a glowy purple, fingers twitching where he held you. A loser like him. A nerd like him. “M-more she says.”

Fuck. 

Without another word - without another breath - Geto’s flipping you around with only one beefy palm clawing at your hip. Shoving your face deep into the puff of his nerdy pillows, he’s bottoming out with just one thrust-

You think you scream, you think you bawl once you feel his plummy mushroom head draw a long line of pre along the insides of your cervix. And your pussy felt so full you could burst, your walls crushed with all overpacked inches of his.

Finally. 

“Thaaaat’s it, that’s it-” He’s grunting through furiously clenched teeth, a hand crowning the back of your scalp and muffling your words into the bed. Hard. Fuck- he was going to pass out if you made another pretty sound. “S’where you belong.”

Ah, there it is - that little broken prayer.

Except, this time it was being respired in boiling hot pants against the tips of your ears. Was being wheezed out of Geto when he lurches his sweat-simmered hips back to hit your ass with a resounding pap!

“All f-fucked dumb on my ngh- biiig fucking cock, hm?” He tilts your head up with one hand, smiling to himself once he catches a glittery flash of spit leaking from your lips. “All…” A warm splatter! strikes your back, and only then do you realize that he’s slobbering. “Mine.”

And where Geto was talking all possessively - he was fucking you even more so.

In the blink of an eye, he’s planting two sets of fingers on either of your wrists and pulling all the way back, back, back. A length foot being placed right at the small of your spine to get you to bend in a delicious arch-

“Fuck!” Your cute voice rings hoarse, like music to his blushing ears. Struggling to regain the gasps of air leaving your lungs, “There- th-there.”

Oh, shit.

The way Geto was manhandling you was not only bending you in all sorts of lecherously pliable ways that had your slit dripping, it was making his rotund cockhead stub oh-so-viciously into your cervix. 

Rough. Probing. 

“H-heh, guess I lost my first kiss there, too.” He’s giggling out, biting down on the rugged mewls that threaten to depart every time your cunt swallows him whole. “Congrats on being my ngh- first, little omega— yer e-even better than my ngh- bodypillows of you.”

Bending you over ever-deeper, honestly- your walls were cloying onto him so desperately that it was making Geto’s heart pang with disappointment every time his ruddied tip recoiled back from the bottom of your sloppy pussy. 

He wanted to be this close to you forever. 

Treacling out stringy wads of pre, he’s furrowing brows and making sure each n’ every jackhammer fills you up impossibly. 

You can barely grapple for air at this point, the sloshes of syrup left after each barrelling strike leaving you star-struck. 

He grins, “Shit, d-do ya ever stop fuckin’ drooling? Gonna hafta call the f-fire department, girl.”

“Can’t help it–!” All you can do it let your mouth unlatch to warble whimper after whimper–

“C’mon now, gorgeous- aren’t ya ashamed?” Licking his lips free of your taste, Geto diverts more pressure to his foot. Hefty balls rippling wickedly against the sobbing end of your slit with just how easy you were to throw around like his favorite toy. Like his favorite figurines. “Look at what a mess yer making. Being fucked so f-filthy. And I haven’t even ngh- found it, yet.”

Haven’t found it. Oh, but he knew he was going to. He was going to make you scream.

Your syrupy whines slip into something desperate, “Y-you don’t know…?”

“Of course I f-fuckin’ know. Who d’ya think you’re ngh talking to?” As if you could forget you were being thoroughly pounded by the smartest person on campus right now. And evidently the filthiest, too. 

A ringed finger treks down to your sensitive nub, soothing over where you were throbbing the most violently. Cute. Lulling you into a sweet, sweet state of bliss before Geto pinches–

“Oh p-please!” You’re targeting your hazy vision over your shoulder, and somewhere along the lines Geto’s spectacles had slid cleanly off of you. Toes curling as his bloated head bludgeons just the creamy edges near your g-spot. “Please- y-you’re so close, Suguru-”

You didn’t know whether it was your heat or just Geto that had you so desperate. Your sparkless mind blames the latter.

“Am I?” He hums, leaning over so that the soft tendrils of his hair tickled your back. 

Whacking his painfully achy crownhead mere centimeters below your magical spots, and you’re starting to think he’s doing this on purpose. 

Geto starts holding it there for lingering French snogs into the steamy inner depths of your cunt and then you know he’s doing this on purpose. Spitting in your mouth with a smile. 

That mean bastard.

Jittering your hips to chase the texture of his curly pubic hair against your ass, he snickers. “Are you ngh- suuuure? You haven’t done a s-single one of your ngh- human biology essays lately, dirty girl.”

You’re molding your lips into a pout - difficult, with just how many loads of saliva were pouring out of you and cementing a puddle onto the Digimon pillows. “F-fuck you.”

“No…” You set free a gasp of air you didn’t know you were holding the very second he lets go of the rough foot anchoring your spine, instead- in only mere nanoseconds you find yourself jerked up into Geto Suguru’s hold with a hand at your throat. Back gluing against his glissading abs, even his voice was unbalanced and trembling now. “I’m fucking you, little omega.”

And you were about to remember it.

With an immediate pitch of his gasping breaths, Geto’s angled hips go from steadily ruined to sloppy. Calculated. 

He didn’t care if he made a mess of stringy slick that circled in the satiny sheets around the two of you, he didn’t care if your eyes were bulging out of their poor sockets when his pronounced hips dig into your backside with blistering bruises. 

He didn’t care for anything but digging the curled fringe of his fatly bloated tip right into the target of your g-spot. 

Mazing through your gluey folds and keeping them snugly open with his reddened girth, Geto knocks your sweetest spots with vengeance. 

“There–!” You call out, as if he hadn’t already felt the gooey seize of your pussy trying to hold him hostage. 

His mouth trudges over your throat, fingers roaming over to give your clit a nice few pinches. Meaningfully, “Here? Orrrr–” Punctuating each word, each second with a thorough drilling into your g-spot. “-here? Make up th-that ditzy lil’ mind. Seriously.”

Your head drunkenly crashes on top of his collarbone and stays there, “R-right here- there. Both, Sugu.”

“Again with the f-fucking Sugu-” Geto snarls out, though you can sense by his cloudy scent that he was anything but irritated with you. 

Your whines had quietened down into something more of an incoherent mess, and the main things ringing in Geto’s ears right now were the creaky protests of his bed and the clammy plops of his thrusts. 

“C’mon now— where’s my bossy fuck! omega? The one who loves her poor, nerdy Sugu?”

Arousal reaching a peak, and now that he’d found your g-spot, he was probing into it with fat thuds. Not just once or twice. Nooooo, it was over and over and- 

“Just w-wanna cum—” you’re sobbing out. Jerking your body like a bobble-head up and down to further feel the drag of his Herculean form behind you, to savor each ridge and sculpted curve sweatily massaging your back. “P-pleeeeease, Suguru. Let me cum?”

Swerving his tensing hips out alllll the way back to leave solid smooches ‘round your pussy entrance each and every time, and then there were the squelches-

Oh, you were just flooding a slippery sheen all over his hefty, swelling base. A viscid luster of slick that glided all the way down to drip off of his sack n’ between his legs. 

Your eyes manage to snatch themselves open- hissing at the realization that it was pooling especially around that particularly ballooned-up ring right over Geto’s breeder balls. 

Was that? With a shiver you’re rutting backwards, feeling for yourself the slow drag of his proud knot. Bigger than any else you’ve ever seen. It was. 

You rasp, throat itchy and raw. Sweltering droplets of tears streaming down your cheeks when he matches the stuttering beat of your heart with every pressurized push- “P-please.”

“Needy thing. Cum, huh?” Geto drawls out, voice thick with need and something else you were too stupid to register right now. He collides you even tighter against rippling pecs. Taking the sweet, sweet opportunity to poke his nose into your scent gland and steal a looooong breath of your overdriven pheromones. 

“Cum then, c-cum. Fucking cum all over my cock.”

Fuck, it’s with those exact words in mind that you do.

Startling straight headfirst into your high - and you don’t think you’ve even crashed into one wave of bliss before the other overtakes you. And another. And another-

“Oh g-god—” You’re trilling, only held up by the ruthless grip that Geto was maintaining. His hips were deep, and your pleasure even deeper. “-please. Please- please, Sugu-”

He’s hunching over your body ever-so-slightly, resting your thighs against his thick, flexing ones. Only bending you over to kiss your g-spot even more sinfully, Geto’s response comes out ragged into your lobes. “Tch, wh-what now?”

His ruby-red tip was blushing like a strawberry and just as plump - swirling around your treasure trove of spots, pounding you through each peak of your orgasm until you saw stars. 

“Cum i-insiiiide-” Your barely-audible groans spring out into the heady air, adding to its hypnotic mix of perfumes. And it’s not just the heat that made you crave Geto carnally, every pap! against the puffy ring at his base making you crave more more more- “Want it a-all up…”

You’re trailing off, melted mind unable to do multiple things at once. 

With tottering fingerpads, you’re trapping one of his palms underneath your own. Homing itself right above where his rounded tip was stretching open your insides, right above your womb.

“H-here, okay? Don’t miss-” 

You blink up at him and Geto thinks he might just be having a heart attack. Sparks fizzing around his sloshed brain, “Fuh-fuuuuck– don’t talk out of yer pussy, gorgeous.” He spanks your clit once. Twice just to watch your eyes glaze over stupidly. “Or m’gonna get you pregnant.” 

Soothing over that faint bulge he was fucking into your tummy, “Gonna h-have my baby growing allll up in here. Make you round and…” His voice sounds faint, whispering. “-big and…glowing. And…and pregnant.”

But, ah- you never did make it easy for him. Did you? Always had to have your way. 

Which Geto Suguru gladly gave. 

“But I want that, Sugu—” You pout, “Wan’ your knot…please?”

You didn’t have to say another word before Geto’s finishing off in such a messy way, reaching the biggest fucking orgasm he’s had in his entire life. The strongest. The most heavenly and oh- oh, were you an angel?

He’s collapsing onto the drenched sheets before he knows it, pinning you down with the strong v-line of his hips. 

“Shit-” Geto emits through the cracks in his bitten canines. “Shit shit shit- shit-”

You don’t know who’s losing their mind more, you or him. Falling into the well of a second, third, perhaps even fourth orgasm with how blissfully his fattened, split-ended cock bruised every nook of your adhesive-like walls. 

Your saliva cascades in puddles that soak the pillows through. “Suguruuu— a-are you okay-”

“Do I look okay?”

Sexily ridged abs kneading your back, hands scrambling on the mattress, inked shoulders shivering. His swollen knot hits and hits your pussymound. 

And it’s only once his trembly fingers latch around his glasses - fumbling, dropping it copious times before Geto manages to push them haphazardly onto his face. 

Tilting his head back just enough degrees to watch as the curved fringe of his knot disappears past your puffy folds. 

“There we- there…” He’s driveling clingy wads of translucent saliva, letting the stray pouring excess hit your fluttering hole with a splat! One eager thumb of Geto’s hooks into your entrance and bullies it aside to let his incredible perimeter sink iiiiiiiiin-

He’s melting into you now, spent. Ruined. “Get pregnant.” Geto whispers into your sweat-glossed shoulder blade once he feels the back of his knot get fully enveloped into your pussy with a gummy pop! Once he feels himself finally tip over- “Get pregnant.”

And it’s not just mindless babbling - it’s a promise. 

A promise that he rasps out time and time against with every wadded slip of seed that dollops out across your cervix. Pushing it so deep. Smearing acres of ribbony streaks all over your most precious orifices and spots. 

“Gonna know wh-what we did.” Geto whimpers, shit- he couldn’t pound his voluminous ounces of cum into you as aggressively as he wanted with this damn knot. “Entire campus. Professors. Everyone’s gonna know ngh- how I fucked ya full. F-fucked you pregnant. Gonna wonder.”

But that didn’t stop him from trying.

That didn’t stop him from wrenching out a hand to squeeze the ends of your sopping wet slit, forcing down on his very knot. Squeezing out so many numerous dredges of syrupy white cum that thwack! thwack! thwacks! a filthy second skin against your walls. 

“Fuh-fuuuuck— get pregnant, gorgeous.” He’s rutting. Grinding. Humping you like some beast more than man. “Gonna l-look at you all round n’ big and see me- me me me. Get pregnant get pregnant get-” 

Geto’s mouth parts at the pearly dewdrops of seed that leak from the overstuffed ends of your cunt. He can feel his entire body twitch, can feel his sharpened teeth lacquer so rabidly. 

He still wasn’t done.

Still letting one prespired forearm of his dangle around your neck, manhandling you into a fucking headlock. The other tracing the edges of his digits over your glands, squeezing until your skin was all tender and raw. 

And puffy. 

Perfect for him to tilt his head and bite—

“Ohhh- yes!” Every fibre of your being delights at the way Geto’s biting you so hard that you can smell crimson iron. Your pheromone bubble pops! to mix together with his own. Becoming one. And you can scent him - you can feel him. 

Glasses clashing, teeth tearing. Before you know it, you’re doing the same. “Suguruuuu— m’yours.”

Your mate latches onto the curves of your hips - your soon-to-be birthing hips. 

And the way Geto rediscovers that - tucking his face into the ruined, drenched fabric of those cherry pink panties and taking an endless, husky sniff - tells you that this was going to be a long, loooong night. 

“Mine.”

A/N. MMMMMMMMM NERD GETOOOOOOOO

Moka returned with a tray of glasses, earning some cheers and some groans from the friend group. “Okay, okay this is seriously the last round!” She announced with a serious tone although her eager smile said otherwise as she handed them out. 

“Since this is our last round, I’m going to call my ride.” Minju announced with a smirk, pulling out her phone to call her boyfriend. You smiled at that, suddenly realizing you should probably do the same. You excused yourself for a moment, stepping into a quieter section of the lounge before clicking on your favorite contact. He answers after just one ring, 

“Baby, hey, I was just thinking about you.” He sounds out of breath, his tone deep and tired. 

“Yeah? What were you doing?” You asked, already feeling your cheeks heating up even though you knew exactly what he was doing prior to your phone call. 

“You know what I was doing, I’m sure you got the notification while you were out with your girls. Going live isn’t the same when I know you’re not watching…missed you.” He breathes into the phone, you could almost picture him, laying in his bed shirtless, briefs roughly pulled up to cover himself. His chest was probably still damp with sweat and his eyes should still be glazed over just as they always are after he finishes. 

A sigh slips past your lips in response, thighs squeezing together under your miniskirt. “I slipped into the bathroom for a little bit to watch you but Yunah followed me inside before I could join your live.” 

He chuckles deeply into the phone, “Can’t even go one night without watching me, can you baby?” You shake your head despite him not being able to see you. You would have expected after being with him that you would be less phased by his content but it seems to only have gotten worse with the in person exposure. 

“You doing okay, though? Ready for me to come get you?” He asks instead of waiting for a response.

“Yes, please. We’re on our last round so no rush.” You hear movement on the other side of the phone as he gets up from bed. 

“Alright, let me take a quick shower and I’ll head out. I’ll see you soon, angel.”

It’s been just a couple weeks since you and Sunghoon started seeing each other, things were casual but clearly exclusive. He made that part very clear from the beginning, he only wanted you and you only wanted him but the two of you were still getting to know one another under a romantic light. Finals coming around didn’t help, you barely got to see each other with the constant studying. 

That didn’t mean your relationship was kept hidden by any means. One of the first times your friend group all hung out after you and Sunghoon hooked up for the first time, he was already draping himself over you in an extremely attractive display of possessive affection. The scene was quick to draw attention and questions from your closest friends but neither one of you felt obligated to produce a solid answer. Sunghoon just shrugged them off, insisting whatever was going on between you two was exactly that, between the two of you. His lips said one thing but the way his arm found purchase around your waist the rest of the night said another. 

The message was clear, you two were together. The extent of how serious that might be was unknown to your friends. Your girls caught on after seeing the two of you at the library the week of finals. Sunghoon had leaned back in his chair to stretch out his sore muscles after a long night of practice and now hours of sitting in a stiff library bench. His arm rested on the back of your own chair just as he leaned forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. He whispered that he was going to get a coffee and said he’d get you your favorite as well. It took all but ten seconds after he got up for your girl friends to silently sprint across the library to question you about him. 

Despite the details being spared, both of your friends knew where you stood with each other and since mostly everyone knew of Sunghoon's chosen profession, it raised a lot of questions on your part. 

“Okay, look I’m dying to know. Now that you and Sunghoon are dating, do you watch his content?” Moka asked once you returned to the booth. 

“Moka! That’s inappropriate!” Minju swatted her shoulder. “That’s nothing, I wanna know if he has you watch it before he posts anything so you can give your approval.” Yunah smirks before bursting out into laughter with Moka. 

Minju only shakes her head, turning to you to apologize on their behalf but before she could utter the words, Moka gasped out loud, “No! Do you record videos with him now?” Yunah gasped, her eyes wide before turning to you. “No way, Y/N would never do that, would you?” 

You sat there like a deer in headlights, looking between your friends for some kind of escape. Even Minju sat there in shock, unsure how to help you. “I mean, that would be so hot, if my boyfriend was a camboy I would beg him to include me in a video so all of his little fans know he’s taken.” Moka nodded, chugging the rest of her mojito with a satisfied grin on her face. 

“Stop, you’re making her uncomfortable.” Minju tried. “Has he asked you to be in his videos? I’m sure he has, I mean that’s incredibly hot but you can’t deny the amount of viewers and money that would bring in.” Yunah added to which Moka nodded in agreement, a small hiccup slipping past her lips. Your friends were clearly inebriated. You lifted your own drink to your lips, chugging down as much of it as you could in one go. 

“Girl, call your uber, respectfully. Y/N does not want to talk about it, that’s private and it’s Sunghoon’s job, don’t be weird.” Minju quickly swiped Moka and Yunah's drinks away from them, deciding they were cut off for the night. 

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!” Moka whined but it was all drowned out, all you could think about was why Sunghoon hadn’t asked you to be in a video of his. The idea has never even left his lips in a joking matter, he has not once suggested you join him for a session, despite always claiming how much he loved to watch you when you were coming undone because of him. It made you wonder why he never asked, did he not think you would be into that? Or did he think you weren’t good enough to be on camera, on his account? 

Surely the last thing you needed right now was to finish your drink but with the conversation swaying into something else entirely and your thoughts remaining of your friends previous inquiries, you couldn’t help but chug down that last mojito a little faster than you should have. 

It didn’t take long before your body started to feel warm in that familiar way, you weren’t quite drunk yet but you weren’t entirely sober either. It felt like the perfect recipe for disaster for tonight especially with the way your pulse spiked as a notification from Sunghoon popped up on your screen. 

You bid your goodbyes to the girls, making sure they each had a ride home before you stepped outside, finding Sunghoon parked right along the curb already standing outside by the passenger side door. 

“Hi, angel.” The smile on his face when he sees you instantly melts your heart, it takes everything in you not to jump on him and smother him with kisses right there. Instead you settle for wrapping your arms over his shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug, taking in the scent of his body wash. He wraps his arms around your waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck. 

“Did you have fun with your friends? Do they need a ride home?” He asks as you pull away. You shake your head, “No they’re ok, they’re getting picked up right now. I had a lot of fun but I missed you, Hoonie.” He smiles at that, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I missed you too, angel. Come on, let’s get you home.” He opens the passenger door for you, waiting until you were comfortably seated before closing the door and making his way over to the driver's side. 

The drive back was mainly quiet but comfortable, with Sunghoon placing his hand on your thigh as he always does. He’s telling you about his day, you realize, something about meeting the guys for dinner and complaining about Jake cancelling on them last minute. You want to pay attention and make comments but your eyes are focused on the way his hand clenches your thigh. Your gaze traces the veins on his fair skin all the way up his sculpted arm until it disappears under his sleeve. 

Suddenly you get the urge to lean forward and bite into his bicep, that’s when you know you definitely have had too much to drink. Sunghoon seems to notice, he squeezes your thigh once to get your attention at a red light. “You good, baby?” His voice is low, almost like he can read the thoughts swirling around your head. You squeeze your thighs together, trapping the tips of his fingers between your legs. You relish in the way your walls clench as he lets out a low groan. 

“Fuck, angel, what got you all worked up in there, hmm?” His voice seems to have dropped another octave if that was even possible. With one quick glance to confirm the light was still red, you shifted to lean over the center console, practically throwing yourself over him to kiss him as deeply as you could with this position. 

To his credit, Sunghoon didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, squeezing your thigh tightly in response. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue and spit but you couldn’t care less right now. All that mattered was getting as close as physically possible to him and kissing him like your life depended on it. It wasn’t until you heard honking from the car behind you that you forced yourself to pull away. 

It took Sunghoon another second to recover, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat before releasing the break and pressing on the gas a little too roughly. Your eyes were trained on his side profile, admiring how sexy he was when he was driving. Sunghoon sat up, his leg twitching just slightly but you caught it under the passing streetlights. Your gaze travelled downward which confirmed he was hard, so much so that it looked almost uncomfortable. 

Without thinking much of it, you leaned over the console again, only this time you reached your hand over to palm over his clothed bulge. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Hold on, we're almost home, ten more minutes baby.” You shook

your head in response, squeezing his hardened length ever so slightly. “I can’t wait, Hoonie, can’t you pull over for me?” 

He curses under his breath, “Christ, angel I don’t-” You don’t let him finish, “I think a car video is exactly what your account is missing, we could film one tonight.” Any filter or subtlety you would’ve had while approaching this topic was lost about two or three mojitos ago. 

“What did you just say?” He turns to look at you for a moment, grip tightening against the steering wheel. You shrug, looking out the window as if that would save you from the intensity of his stare. 

“I just meant, I could…I mean you’ve never asked me to be but I thought-” 

“Y/N, are you saying you want to be in one of my videos?” 

All words get caught in your throat. The reality of this conversation suddenly catching up to you, but it was too late. Sunghoon had already turned into an unfamiliar street, passing lot after lot until he found an old and dark parking lot with some junk cars scattered around. You had no idea where you were and you were sure neither did he but that didn’t matter, not when he was already parking in a corner of the lot and turning off all the lights. The moonlight illuminated the inside of the car now, just enough to see the look on his face as he turned to face you completely. 

“No..I mean yes.” You pause, biting down on your lips at a feeble attempt to gather your thoughts. “Do you not want me to be in your videos?” Sunghoon lets out a sigh, shaking his head before letting out a quiet laugh. He actually laughs. 

“Okay, jerk, you don’t have to be mean about it. We don’t have to do anything-” 

“No, no, I’m sorry baby. I’m not laughing at you, I promise. I just find it amusing as hell that you think I haven’t jerked off to the thought of making content with you. Every time I record myself, I think about how fucking sexy we would look on camera together.” His admission causes your breathing to stutter. 

“Then why haven’t you brought it up before?” You raised an eyebrow at him questionably. He chuckled then, shaking his head again like this couldn’t possibly be more amusing for him. “Baby, it’s not like I’m asking you to try a new position. We’re talking about recording a video of us together and uploading it to my account for the entire internet to see. I didn’t want to scare you. I mean we’ve only been dating for a little over a month now.” 

His words cause your ears to prick up, a shy smile lifts the corners of your lips as you realize what he said. “Oh? We’re dating now? When did that happen?” Sunghoon playfully rolls his eyes at you, “We both know what this is, angel. Now get over here and kiss your boyfriend.” 

It didn’t take much more than that for you to unbuckle your seatbelt and kick your heels off your feet before crawling over the center console to land fully on top of Sunghoon. He had already pushed the seat as far back as it could go to give you more space. Once he felt your weight fully on him, Sunghoon was quick to dig his fingers into the skin of your outer thighs, leaning up to kiss you harshly, not bothering to hide his arousal in his kiss. 

Lips molded against each other, tongues swiped messily over one another, and fingertips bruised into soft skin. You could practically feel your underwear sticking to your skin with how wet you were for him, it was like an immediate response from just thinking of him or being near Sunghoon. He has truly ruined you for anyone else, there was no way you would ever meet someone that would have this effect on you. Not that you would want to either way.

Sunghoon pulled away only to drag his lips down the column of your throat, his right hand came up to grab at your hair, pulling at it until you tilted your head back exposing more of your neck to him. His lips sucked and kissed at your skin, teeth scraping the side of your neck just enough to raise goosebumps down your spine. Your hips subconsciously rolled over his own, trying to feel any kind of friction that would grant some kind of relief. Sunghoon groans deeply against your throat as you grind down on his bulge, his left hand that was still gripping your hip squeezed at your skin to hold you in place. 

“Fuck, you drive me insane.” He says more to himself than to you, hands moving to bunch up your miniskirt around your waist, exposing that black lacey thong he loves. You're still grinding harshly on his lap, teeth biting down onto your bottom lip at the delicious friction. Sunghoon curses under his breath, utterly mesmerized by the view of your pretty cunt rubbing all over his still covered erection. 

His hand comes down to pull your underwear to the side, he was practically drooling at this point. A soft whine pushes past your lips to which he shushes you, “Shh, it’s ok, angel, I’m gonna give you what you want.” 

The limited space made his next movements a bit uncomfortable but that wasn’t about to stop him from making you come all over his hand. His left hand grabbed a handful of your hair from the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him just as his right hand slid between your soaked folds. Sunghoon practically moans with you at the initial contact. You squeeze your eyes shut as his palm nudges your clit but Sunghoon is quick to pull at your hair, “Eyes on me, look at me when I’m touching you.” The way his fingers expertly circle your clit and tease your entrance has you already moaning and grinding on his hand begging for more. Sunghoon smirks at the sight, loving the effect he has on you. Despite this being how you react any and every time he gets his hands on you, he never grows tired of seeing that look on your face. 

“Please..” The word is quiet and almost broken but Sunghoon hears it anyway and he decides it’d be too cruel to make you wait any longer. You gasp as he pushes two fingers inside you at once, stretching your walls all while he continues to push the heel of his palm into your clit. Your hands reach up to hold onto Sunghoon's shoulders, gripping onto him for leverage. “Hoon..mm so good.” You moan for him, tilting your head back as you arch your back into him. 

“Yeah? That good?” You nod instantly in response, grinding into his hand and moaning out into the silence of his parked car. The windows were already starting to fog around you. “More..” You whimper, pouting your lips at him. Sunghoon groans at the look in your eyes, that pouty look and wide eyes nearly has him busting in his pants. He’s just as gone for you as you are for him, anyone could see it. 

“More? My greedy little slut needs more? My fingers aren’t enough for you baby?” His voice is taunting, grip pulling your hair harder all to receive a response from you. You shake your head at him, moaning louder and breathier as he continues to pump his fingers inside you. “It’s so good, Hoonie but- need your cock please..” Sunghoon was sure he could cum right then and there but he was too focused on you to think about himself right now. He groaned once more, switching his movements to curl his fingers inside you, grinding his palm harder against your clit until you nearly see stars in your vision. 

“My pretty slut, you’ll get my cock but first I need you to come on my fingers like the good girl you are. Soak my hand and then you’ll get my dick, yeah?” He moves his fingers faster, not waiting for a response from you. Not that you could respond even if you wanted to, at that moment Sunghoon leaned forward to press his mouth against yours again, kissing you messily until he could feel you clenching tightly around his fingers. You pulled away then, still close enough to feel his lips against yours. “Sunghoon, I’m gonna-” You whispered against his lips, “Go ahead, angel. Show me.” He kisses you again, tilting his hand just a certain way that has you creaming all over the palm of his hand. Your walls grip his fingers as your orgasm crashes through you. Your upper body twitches in response, falling into Sunghoon's hold. He continues to slowly move his fingers inside you, helping you ride out your high until he was sure you were done. 

It’s quiet for a moment, Sunghoon allows you a second to catch your breath before slowly pulling his fingers out of you and dragging them up to his lips, sucking and licking them clean only to moan at the taste of you. You watch him with hooded eyes, feeling your walls clench around nothing at the sight. 

He opens his eyes to study your own, hands moving to caress your thighs softly. “Were you being serious about filming this? Be honest with me, baby.” You nod, “Yes, I want to, Sunghoon.” He watches your face, looking for any hint of uncertainty before tapping your thigh once. “Okay, but if at any point you get uncomfortable or change your mind you say the word and the camera turns off, video gets deleted, just like that, okay?” 

You nod at him with a soft smile but he shakes his head, “Words, angel, I need to hear you say it.” You can tell by his tone that he’s not joking, this is about as serious as he can get and you appreciate how carefully he’s approaching this, it only makes you want him more. “I understand, Sunghoon.” He lets out a breath as he nods, sitting up slightly to pull his phone from his pocket and prop against the passenger side door. The angle is a little crooked, not as carefully set up as his tripod in his room but somehow it makes it feel more real and intimate, which is exactly what this was. This was not him performing for faceless viewers on his own, this is him with you, making love to you just as he has plenty of times before only this time there happens to be a camera. 

Sunghoon adjusts the setting on his camera and the angle a bit to make sure neither of your faces could be seen. The moonlight illuminating the car casts a nice glow over your bodies, the sight of it through his phone's camera sends a chill down your spine, you’re quick to feel the nerves and excitement and Sunghoon feels it too, squeezing your thighs again as he turns to face you.

“Still with me?” He whispers and you nod at him. With that he reaches up to cup your jaw with both hands, bringing you down for another kiss, this time slower and more passionate than before. Your body instantly arched into him in response, lips molding with his and tongue already pushing to swipe against his bottom lip. Your hips continue their earlier ministrations against his bulge, now with your panties pulled to the side and the wetness from earlier still soaking the space between your thighs, the friction felt even better than before. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling at his hair as you grind on him, moaning into the crook of his neck. 

“Fuck-ride me, baby. Show me how bad you want it, you were asking for it so pretty earlier.” He groans, his voice deeper now just how it gets for all of his videos. You feel the heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach as you nod into his neck. Your hands reached down to push his sweats and briefs down, pulling his hardened cock out in seconds. Sunghoon curses under his breath at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. Suddenly you let him go to spit into your hand before bringing it back down and stroking him just how he likes it. Sunghoon throws his head back against the headrest, groaning and cursing out loud without ever looking away from your hand. 

“You’re so hard, Hoonie.” You bite your lip, mouth watering at the sight. Sunghoon nods desperately, “All for you, fuck I need to be inside you, angel.” He quickly leans forward to pull his shirt over his head. “Be my good little slut and ride me, yeah? Don’t make me ask again.” His tone is serious but you know he’s teasing you in the best way he knows how. You smile as you lift your hips to hover over him, grabbing him to tease your own folds and spread more of your arousal around your entrance. 

“Shit.” He curses through clenched teeth as his head breaches your entrance. You lower yourself onto him very slowly, inch by inch, making sure both of you feel every twitch and pulse. Your walls clench around him, gripping him so tight he has to tighten his lower stomach to stop himself from ending this too soon. You let out a loud whiny moan as soon as you sit yourself all the way down, feeling even deep inside you like this always makes you feel extra needy. 

“That’s it, fuck.” His hands grip your ass, helping you to start moving your hips just how he likes. You follow his movements, focusing on moving your hips just right until you find a rhythm that works for you. Sunghoon lets you set the pace once you get situated, more than content with the way you feel and look right now. 

Feeling him slide in and out of your walls was so addicting, you never got used to the feeling of him being inside you. He was so big it always took your body a second to adjust but the pain was starting to blend with the pleasure more and more each time you did it. 

“So good Hoonie, mmh.” Your moans were starting to get louder and breathier, your hips frantically bouncing on his dick now as the desperation to come was getting stronger. Sunghoon groaned as he watched you ride him, reaching forward to grab the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to stuff it in your mouth, revealing your bouncing tits. You bit down on the fabric, the material effective in quieting your moans but not silencing them. 

“No bra? Fuck baby, you knew what you wanted tonight, huh?” You nod in response, unable to say anything with your shirt in between your teeth. Sunghoon leans forward to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, biting and sucking and moaning against them as he feels you tighten around his length. His left hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer and guiding your hips to help you. His other hand moves to play with your other nipple, squeezing and pulling at the sensitive nub until you’re practically crying with overstimulation. Your thighs were starting to burn from bouncing and grinding but you would rather die than stop right now. 

“Hoonie, please.” You beg, not entirely sure what you were begging for but Sunghoon seems to know you better than you know yourself because he instantly brings his right hand down to play with your clit as his left moves to hold your ass, holding you up just enough for him to start thrusting up into you from below. 

“I know baby, I know. Hold on just a little more.” He whines in that groveling voice of his that has you clenching around his dick without warning. He curses, biting down on his lip as his grip on you tightens. Sunghoon lifts up from your chest, pulling your shirt from your lips to kiss you again. You wrap one arm around his neck, using your right hand to brace yourself against the door for balance. 

The rhythm you had set is long gone now, it was just desperate bouncing and grinding at this point but neither one of you is complaining when you’re so close to the edge. Sunghoon groans against your lips.

“Come on my cock, baby. Come so I can fill you up just how you want it.” He urges you, circling your clit faster in time with your bounces. You nod quickly, shutting your eyes and arching your back until it hurts. “Hoonie, I’m gonna come. So close,” You gasp suddenly feeling your orgasm shoot through you with no warning at all. Even Sunghoon is caught by surprise as he feels your walls twitch and pulse around his length, milking him for all he’s worth. He can’t even hold it until you’re done before he’s shooting his load right into you, coating your gummy walls with white. You collapse over him, body suddenly feeling ten pounds heavier with exhaustion and fatigue. 

Sunghoon, despite also being out of it, doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, caressing your back, hips, thighs, anything he can reach. He’s pressing kissing to your neck and shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into your ear that you’re sure the camera isn’t picking up but that’s not why he’s doing it. 

“You did so good.” He whispers into your hair before pressing a kiss right at your jaw. “So beautiful, my angel.” He praises again, smiling against your skin. 

“Hoonie?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Can I stay at yours tonight?” 

You feel him smile against your skin again, “Baby, I was taking you home with me from the start.” He leans back to press a soft kiss to your lips before leaning over to grab his phone and stop the recording. 

It’s been about six days since that night, Sunghoon had asked you at least another twenty times if you were sure about him posting the video on his account. You know now that it wasn’t about him being ashamed of you, or wanting to hide you, it was just him wanting to protect you and make sure you were okay with having other people see you like that even if they didn’t see your face. It made you feel all warm and cozy inside but you assured him you wanted him to post it. 

Still it took another day or two of editing, Sunghoon had to crop the video just a bit to make sure neither of your faces were in frame and he cut out the last part, wanting to keep that intimate aftercare between the two of you. 

It wasn’t until the following week, you’re in bed already in your pjs waiting for Hoon. He was driving over after practice to spend the night at yours as he promised earlier in the week. Just then you get a notification from his account, it was a new post with the caption, “Something new.”

You instantly felt butterflies in your stomach and if that notification wasn’t enough, the text message that popped up at the top of your screen from Sunghoon himself was enough to have you soaking through your underwear instantly. 

Hoonie

Omw baby, I know you saw the notif

Wait for me? Let’s watch it together and recreate our favorite parts ;)

Despite this and his normally confident flirting style, Sunghoon knew you to be exactly as you presented yourself, innocent, fragile. You had only ever had one boyfriend before joining the friend group and you never mentioned seeing anyone else. Whenever the topic of conversation at a gathering drifted to sex or other mature topics, you always turned red and looked away or found an excuse to step away altogether. Now he wasn’t absolutely sure if you were a virgin but he wasn’t about to expose you to his world of sexual liberties so casually. 

Now all that precaution went out the window as soon as he found out you were one of his top viewers. All it took was you leaving your phone unlocked on your counter when you all were hanging out last weekend, he saw the notification pop up for his upcoming scheduled live later that night. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the familiar username. He didn’t hesitate before clicking on the notification and opening the app only to find your username on the top right corner, one he has become quite familiar with as you were constantly joining his lives or liking his videos. 

The plan was set in motion before he could second guess himself, how could he? His pretty little thing was watching him, has been watching him for weeks, and acting all so innocent in the meantime. He sent you a message to come over, feigning needing help with an assignment. His clothes were off the second you replied saying you were on your way. 

It was about a month ago when you found out about Sunghoon's little side hustle. It was purely on accident, overhearing a conversation at the library that sounded a little like;

“I tried asking him out and he blew me off for the gym! The gym, I mean can you believe it? He’s always working out, it’s like he lives and breathes protein powder." A girl's voice whined. 

“I’m not surprised, he has to maintain that body for his content.” The other responded casually. 

“Content?” 

“Yeah, you didn’t know? Sunghoon’s a camboy. His account is something like hoonhasfans, he’s got an insane amount of subscribers. How else do you think he can afford to live alone?” 

The shock that spiked up your spine was immediate. And you tried to ignore it, you really did. But that damn username was engraved in your brain by the end of your lectures for the day. Of course you had heard of onlyfans and camgirls or camboys before, but you never indulged in viewing that kind of content, or any kind of adult content for that matter. 

You weren’t a total prude, you weren’t even a virgin. You had sex a grand total of two times with your ex boyfriend before you broke up, the relationship was pretty short lived and for good reason. It was clear you weren’t an openly sexual person and your friends knew and respected that, but it still hurt to find out one of your closest friends was a camboy from two random people in a library. Did he really not feel comfortable enough to tell you that? Did the rest of your friends know?

Apparently they did. Heeseung was all too casual about it when you asked him outright what Sunghoon did for work. 

“Oh, he’s a camboy or whatever. I don’t really know what he does on camera and I’m not trying to find out, but he makes good money from what I can tell.” He told you. Clearly it wasn’t a secret, then why are you only finding this out now?

Finding out about his form of income could be considered a complete accident, now deciding to look up his account late at night in the darkness of your bedroom was a choice made out of pure curiosity. You really couldn’t help yourself but you made a silent promise that you would only take a quick peek without subscribing, just wanting to confirm if it was him. 

And you did just that. You looked up the account online to which it guided you to an unfamiliar website with vulgar ads you had never seen before. But there it was, hoonhasfans sitting at the top of the screen, the profile picture was a bicep photo that didn’t show his face but you would recognize those arms anywhere. You had seen him in his gym attire before, and you had to admit you caught yourself staring at his large arms more than once before. 

There was a post labeled, ‘Sneak Peek’, it wasn’t locked like the rest of his content. The temptation to click on the video was strong but you threw your phone across your bed, groaning in frustration. 

There was no way you could do this, right? That would surely be crossing a line in your friendship. Sure maybe your other friends knew but you doubt Jungwon or Jake are logging into his account and watching his content out of pure curiosity. No, clicking on his account was already crossing a line but you could justify it under the guise of fact checking the conversation you heard. Now clicking on this video, that cannot be justified or explained to anyone without sounding crazy. 

You covered your face with your hands, feeling yourself blushing without even really doing anything. It’s fine, you hadn’t seen anything you weren’t meant to see, you’re fine if you stop here, and you can stop here. 

Taking a breath, you reach for your phone again, flipping it over to turn on the screen again only to audibly gasp as it opens up to the video already playing. It seems it had opened when you threw it and with your sound being off you hadn’t even noticed. Now that it was in front of you though, you couldn’t look away. 

The video was dark, it seemed he was in his room, laying in his bed with the camera pointed down showing his bare lower stomach and his lap. He was wearing loose grey sweats and before you could even notice the bulge, Sunghoons hand came into frame, pushing his sweats down to reveal his grey briefs. His clothed erection was on full display now. You could see a wet spot on his briefs from his arousal as he palmed his hard on. 

Your thighs instinctively squeezed together in response, teeth digging into your bottom lip as your thumb reaches mindlessly to turn on the volume on your phone. The silence of your bedroom is replaced with Sunghoons quiet groaning and deep breathing. Your own breath catches in your throat, seeing it was one thing, but hearing him, recognizing the tone of his voice instantly, was another. 

Before you knew it, you were making an account and watching his content almost daily. You gave up on trying to deny your desire to see him, you just knew no one could ever find out. 

It has been a couple weeks now since you started watching Sunghoons content and you had recently turned on his post notifications so you never missed a post. He was just so beautiful in everything that he did you didn’t want to risk missing it. Like just now, you had just gotten out of the shower when your phone dinged with a new post. You quickly got comfortable with an oversized sleep shirt and those cute pair of panties you love before getting comfortable on your bed. 

The video showed Sunghoon sitting at his desk, the camera propped up and angled downward blocking his face as always. He was completely shirtless, his abs glistening with sweat. Your eyes tracked down, finding his sweats and underwear lowered just enough to free his achingly hard cock. His hand was already jerking himself off as the other rested on the armrest of his gaming chair. 

You were mesmerized before you could even get fully comfortable on your bed. You watched as he spit into his palm, using it as lube to stroke himself even faster than before. 

“Fuckk…I love knowing you’re watching me. It turns me on so bad, baby.” He groans quietly and you gasp. Sunghoon usually talks dirty in his videos but nothing like this, this felt almost pointed, like he could see through the screen right through you. 

“I hope you’re making yourself feel good just like I am. I bet you’re so wet right now, shit.” His hips jerk upwards into his fist just as your right hand wanders down between your legs. 

Masturbating wasn’t something you did often, at least not before, it was nothing that ever really excited you so you didn't really see the point. But now with Sunghoons content, you couldn’t help but touch yourself. Your finger rubbed soft circles over your clothed clit before sliding up and down your core.

The sounds of Sunghoons groans were intoxicating, watching the way his abs tensed whenever he stroked himself just right was enough for your hand to slide under the fabric of your panties. He was right, you were completely soaked, a seemingly common occurrence wherever he was involved lately. 

Soft whines pushed past your lips as you collected your wetness with your fingers, dragging them up your fold before reaching your hole again. You pushed one finger inside, just as you always did, moaning instantly at the feeling just as Sunghoon says, “That’s it, my good girl. Fuck, so good.” His voice is hoarse now, you can tell he was close to coming and you would do anything to make sure you were right there with him.

You began thrusting your finger to match his pace, a blush overcoming your cheeks the hotter you got. 

“Fuck, everyone thinks you’re so innocent, huh baby? And here you are, are you making yourself come for me? Would you show me too if I asked?” He laughed then, his other hand coming down to cup his balls. “Of course you would, you’re my good girl.” He groans one last time before his abs tense and his hips lifted up as he releases onto his lower stomach. 

Your own orgasm sneaks up on you just as the palm of your hand nudges your needy clit. Your back arches with pleasure, moans forcing themselves out of your mouth regardless of how loud they were. You couldn’t even begin to question his strange choice of dirty talk for this video, you couldn’t ride out your high before your phone dinged with a text message. The loud ringer startled you so bad you immediately sat up despite your body begging for rest. 

It was a text from Sunghoon.

Rationally, you knew going to his place right after watching his content was a terrible idea but it was an immediate response to say yes to him, almost like you were compelled to do so. Before you knew it you were on your way to him with still shaking legs and slightly scattered breath. 

“Sunghoon?” You asked aloud after knocking on his front door. “Come in! I’m in here!” His voice was muffled through the door but you swore he sounded a bit out of breath, almost like he had just gotten back from the gym. 

“Hoon?” You ask again, now inside his apartment after kicking your shoes off at the entrance and shutting the door behind you. From the entrance you could see the door to his bedroom was slightly cracked open, “You said you needed my help?” 

A grunt followed in response, “Fuck, yes angel I need your help, come in here.” His voice was clearer now though still breathless. His tone was almost familiar in a way you shouldn’t recognize but you push the thought down.

Your brain scrambled at any other possible explanation for his tone of voice, perhaps he had just returned from the gym, maybe the homework he was struggling with was exasperating him to no end. Of course all of those possibilities were squashed the second you pushed his door open to find him laying back on his bed with his left hand holding his shirt up and his right stroking himself almost lazily. His sweats were pushed down along with his underwear just enough to reveal himself.

The shock of seeing him like this in person was enough to freeze you on the spot. Your hand was still holding onto the door like a lifeline, your other clenched into a fist. 

“There she is, been waiting for you.” He squeezes the base of his cock once, slowing down his movements to drag his eyes down the length of your body. He waits for a response only to be met with your shocked expressions, cheeks blushing a bright red he can’t help but chuckle in amusement. 

“No need to act shy now, angel, nothing you haven’t seen before right? It’s better in person, isn’t it?” That caused alarm bells to go off in your head instantly. How did he know? You were sure you were careful, you hadn’t acted differently around him or said anything and yet there he was in all his glory. 

Your surprise and confusion only amused Sunghoon further, he smirked at you, sitting up on the bed. “Do you even know how badly I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve dreamt about all the things I would do to you but I held back because I thought you were just too good for me. I even felt bad for thinking about you like that because you have everyone fooled. You play this part of an innocent angel, but now I know you’re just as dirty as the rest of us aren’t you?” 

With a shake of your head Sunghoon only laughs, “Come here.” His tone was demanding, leaving no room for question. You take a step closer, your body following his command before your brain could argue against it. 

“H-Hoon-” 

“Shh, come here angel don’t make me ask again.” He pats the spot of the bed beside him, watching your every move as you hesitantly sit on the bed, facing him. Your eyes can’t help but roam down the length of his body, admiring the tightening of his abs and the hardness of his cock. Sunghoon pulls at his length, grunting at the feeling of your eyes on him. 

“Did you enjoy my last video? Posted that one just for you, baby.” He smirks again, this time studying the movement of your thighs and how you squeeze them together. 

You shook your head again, determined to continue to deny this until it came back to bite you. You just couldn’t bring yourself to admit it aloud. 

“No? You didn’t play with your pretty pussy while you watched me? Didn’t make yourself come like I asked you to?” Your eyebrows furrow together as a quiet whimper slips past your lips before you could stop it. 

Sunghoons smirks turns into a full blown grin, his canines peeking out just enough to have your breath hitch. “I don’t like liars, angel. Be a good girl for me and tell me the truth.” 

“I…I made myself come. I’m sorry I-” You shook your head again, this time bringing your hands up to cover your face. 

“Shh, you don’t have to apologize baby, it’s okay. I was picturing what you would look like, I knew you would be watching, knew you would play with yourself and fuck I need to see it. Will you show me how you touched yourself?” The hand he had previously holding up his shirt was now softly pushing your hands down to reveal your face again. 

Your eyes grew wide with a sense of panic, “I can’t..” Sunghoon only shakes his head, “Well that’s not fair, you get to see me whenever you’d like. You’re watching me now, don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?” His movements stop then as he lifts himself to turn your body, resting your back against the pillows, his hand cup your jaw now, “Show me.” 

In an instant your hands are moving, unbuttoning your shorts with shaking fingers and pushing down the material to reveal your soft panties, the same ones you had on before, already stained with your arousal from earlier and now even more soaked through thanks to the current circumstances. 

Sunghoon softly nudges your legs open with his hands once the shorts are completely off, a groan echoes from his chest upon seeing the wet patch in your panties, material practically sticking to your cunt from how wet it was. “Shit, all this for me? Do I have that much of an effect on you, baby?” You could only nod shyly. 

“These the same ones you had on earlier?” He asks though he already knows the answer. You nod again and Sunghoon grins, “Take them off and give them to me.” You do as you’re told, slowly pulling them down your legs before dropping them into his awaiting palm. “Fuck.” He whispers, eyes now trained on your bare pussy, your glistening folds showing him exactly how turned on you are. 

“You’re fucking unreal.” He grunts, handing finding its way back to his dick, stroking himself slowly. “Go on, show me how you made yourself come for me.” 

Despite this not being the first time you’ve had a sexual encounter, this was definitely the first time you’ve done anything like this. Although recently you have grown more comfortable with your body and the idea of pleasuring yourself, it was one thing to do it alone and a complete other to do it while someone watches you. But really you shouldn’t be too surprised Sunghoon asked for this, he does this for a living, if there was anyone that was comfortable with it, it’s him. 

Your left hand slowly travels down to your folds, massaging them gently as your wetness spreads. Your fingers travel to circle your clit just once, your hips jerking upwards on their own at the feeling. Sunghoon doesn’t stop stroking himself all while he watches you, soft groans and curses slipping past his lips. 

With his eyes on you, your confidence slowly grows, feeling even more aroused as the minutes pass. Your hand lowers until you can push one finger inside. The moan that escapes you in damn near pornagraphic to Sunghoon’s ears, he wanted you so bad he could come from this alone. 

He watched you fuck yourself on the one finger for far too long, growing impatient he spoke, “Add another one.” 

Your eyes widened and your movements stop altogether, “I’ve never-” 

Sunghoon froze as well, looking up into your eyes, “Are you a virgin, baby?” You shake your head in response, “No, but it’s been a really long time and I just…I’ve never used more than one.” Your voice is quiet with the admission. 

“Fuck, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now. It’s ok, I want you to push another one in, can you do that for me? We’ll go slow.” He waits for you to nod before he uses his free hand to gently caress your inner thigh. “Good girl, go slow.” 

With a nervous hand you follow his instructions, teasing your entrance with two fingers now before slowly pushing both fingers inside. You wince at the stretch but the sound is overshadowed by the loud moan that follows. 

“Better, mmh?” His voice is teasing but the look in his eyes is anything but. Words fail you as all you can do is nod and whine in response, thighs shaking and begging to squeeze together but the grip of sunghoons hand and his body leaning to hover between them stops you from doing so. 

“I get it now, if the roles were reversed, I’d be watching you every night too. Fuck I don’t think I’d be able to come without it.” He grunts then, as if unable to hold himself back any longer, before pushing himself to hover fully above you. 

“You did so good for me, showing me how you make yourself feel good, but you’ve made yourself come by watching me enough, it’s my turn to make you feel good, yeah?” Without waiting for you to respond, Sunghoon smashes his lips onto yours, using his right hand to gently pull your fingers out of you, holding onto your wrist as the other holds himself up against the mattress. 

Sunghoon kisses you like he’s planning to devour you, the kiss is frantic and claiming. You’ve never been kissed like this and it awakens something truly inflamed within you. His lips crashed over yours, tongue swiping into your mouth like he would die without it. How have you made it into your twenties without ever being kissed like this? Who knew you could be so utterly unraveled by a kiss? 

You whine as he pulls away but the sound is caught in your throat once he guides your hand his lips. He takes your two fingers that were previously inside you between his lips, sucking your arousal off of them and licking them clean all while his eyes never left your own. He moans around your digits, swallowing down your taste. 

“Fuck, angel, knew you’d taste good but this is-” He shakes his head, pressing his lips down to yours once more, the lingering taste of your arousal was hard to miss against the softness of his tongue. You moan at the unfamiliar taste. 

“You’ll let me taste you some more, won’t you?” He asks once pulling away, already making his way down your body and settling between your thighs. “Yes, please.” Your voice is just barely above a whisper but he hears it loud and clear, smiling up at you before pressing kisses along the skin of your inner thighs. 

“So beautiful.” He murmurs mainly to himself before his tongue swipes once through your folds, from your entrance up to your clit. Your body immediately shivers at the contact. Sunghoon groans into your pussy, enjoying the act of eating you out just as much as you were enjoying being eaten out. His tongue slides in between your folds, circling your clit once more before pressing down and flicking it with his tongue. 

Your hand instantly travels down to grasp at his hair, moaning out his name loud enough to alert his neighbors probably. His left hand travels up under your shirt, squeezing at your hip and waist. 

“So good, so wet for me.” He grunts again, his tongue travelling down to your entrance, pushing in just enough to have you squeeze your thighs around his head. “Hoonie!” Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you throw your head back in pleasure. 

Sunghoon’s tongue focuses back onto your clit just as he pushes two fingers inside you again, the stretch being a bit more compared to your own two fingers. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Squeezing my fingers so good, can’t wait to feel this around my cock. You’re gonna be a good girl and take it, aren’t you?” You find yourself nodding in agreement without even really understanding what he’s saying. But you’re so drunk off of him that you’re convinced you’d do anything he says at this moment, anything at all. 

Your walls tighten around his fingers as he sucks your clit into his mouth, you were close and he knew it. Right before you could feel yourself falling over the edge, Sunghoon pushes a third finger inside you, the stretch being painful and overwhelming but just enough to make you gush around his digits. 

“That’s it, come around my fingers. Fuck, you’re so sexy right now, keep going baby.” Your hips were pulsing, lifting up as you rode out your high, Sunghoon not once stopping his movements until he was sure you were done. 

“My gorgeous little slut, so innocent for everyone else but such a perfect little slut for me, huh? Gonna let me fuck you how I’ve been dying to, baby?” He’s already moving, flipping you onto your stomach and lifting your ass up by your hips. The side of your face is pushed up against his pillow, hair a tangled mess around you. Your shirt had now lifted, exposing your back to him. 

Sunghoon only got up to completely undress himself before he was back on you, kneeling behind you to admire the mess he made of you. 

“Look so beautiful like this, fuck.” His hand reaches up into your hair, pushing it back to reveal more of your blissed out face. “Always so beautiful, but fuck this view is mine, no one else sees this side of you.” 

“Only you, Hoonie.” Your voice is soft and tired and it’s almost enough to have Sunghoon just pull you into his chest and whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep. Almost. 

“Gonna fuck you now baby, tell me if it’s too much.” He waits for you to nod before guiding his dick to your dripping folds. He slides the tip through your pussy, collecting even more of your arousal and coating himself in it before guiding himself to your entrance. With his left hand holding onto the base of his cock, his right holds onto your hip, keeping you exactly where he wants you. His eyes admire the position he has you in for just a moment, relishing in the arch of your back and the roundness of your ass, he makes a mental note to take a picture next time. 

A breathless moan rips through you the moment he pushes inside you. Sunghoon was big, you knew that, had seen it enough times through your phone screen and now up close. But the feeling of being nearly split in two was not one you were prepared for, and he wasn’t even fully inside yet. “Still with me, angel?” He instantly felt the way your body tensed, the way your walls constricted around him at the intrusion. His hands found your hips and ass, caressing softly to comfort you. 

“Yes, yes, please keep going-” another moan ghosts past your lips, your eyes shut in response as Sunghoon pushes himself all the way inside, as deep as he can go. A shared moan is heard throughout his bedroom, “Still good?” He asks once, waiting for you to nod before he begins thrusting into you softly, allowing you just a moment to get used to his size. “Fuck, never felt anything this good. So perfect, shit.” He’s holding back, even in your cock drunk state you could tell he was holding back for your own sake. And yet you don’t hesitate before asking him for more, “Hoonie, faster mmh.” 

“Faster? Fuck, trying to go easy on you and you want more? Fine, since you wanna act like a little slut, I’ll treat you like one.” In a second his hand grabs both of your wrists, pinning them behind your back and using them as leverage as his left hand holds onto your hip. Without wasting another moment, he drags his hips all the way back until only his tip remains before slamming back into you all at once. 

The breath is stolen from your lungs and you’re not given a second to recover before Sunghoon is thrusting in and out of you at a ridiculous speed. His movements are fast and deep, you could do nothing but take it. With your hands held behind your back and your face against the pillow all you could do was moan and try to push your hips back to meet his thrusts only to be reminded how weak your body is at the moment. 

Any touch of gentleness Sunghoon had before was completely gone, he was now ruthlessly pounding into you like he would collapse otherwise. “This what you wanted, baby? Is this what you thought of when you watched my content?” You only moaned and whimpered in response, but that was enough for Sunghoon. 

His dick pushed so deeply inside of you, he could feel your walls gush around him with every thrust. “So innocent for everyone else but look at you, fuck, squeezing me so tight, bent over for me.” He muffles another curse between his teeth, gripping onto your ass, pulling your cheeks apart so he could fully see himself entering you. Your arousal coated the base of his dick, forming a creamy white ring that Sunghoon would kill to have you lick off of him later. 

With a grunt, Sunghoon pushes out of you, flipping you onto your back before pushing back into you all in the same breath. His left hand comes up to push your shirt up revealing your lacey bra to him. 

“Fuck, baby.” That same hand pulls the bra down just enough to expose your tits to him. Sunghoon leans down eager to finally wrap his lips around your hardened nipple, his hand squeezing and pulling at the other. His lips kiss and suck onto your skin until he was confident several hickeys would form later on. He didn't consider himself a possessive person but suddenly the need to mark you and claim you as his was overpowering any other rational thought in his brain.

“Hoon, fuck!” You throw your head back causing Sunghoon to lift upwards, bringing his lips to yours for another bruising kiss all whilst his thrusts never slow or halt. You clench around him, feeling your lower stomach begin to tighten. 

“Fuck, do that again I’m close.” He mutters into your neck, sucking at your skin enough to mark you there too. You force yourself to clench around him again, feeling your thighs begin to shake with your upcoming orgasm. 

“Shit, I need to feel you come on my dick, come for me baby.” His thumb circles your clit, thrusts as brutal as ever and his other hand comes to circle your throat, squeezing lightly, not enough to choke you but enough to remind you he could. 

“Hoon! Mmph!” You clench around him one last time before your back arches into him, walls milking him for all he’s worth as your third orgasm of the night crashes over you. 

“That’s it, my good girl, fuck. Take my cum.” His hips snap into yours a few more times before he digs himself as deep as he can go, releasing inside of you with the hopes of painting your walls white with his cum. 

Sunghoon allows both of you a moment to ride out your highs before he pulls out, watching in awe as your release mixed with his own oozes out of you. Before he could stop himself, his fingers scoop up the mess and brings it up to your lips, pushing them inside and groaning at the feeling of your tongue circling his digits. 

“Swallow it, baby. Don’t we taste so good together?”

Sunghoon carefully places his Canon camera on the small pile of books on the nightstand. You told him to just use his phone, but he insisted the camera had better focus and quality.

"All set." He says after adjusting the camera to an angle that captures almost the entire bed. "It’s recording."

"This feels weird, Hoon." You’re already lying on the bed, nervously playing with the hem of your tank top, feeling watched. "It’s just a camera, but I feel like millions of people are staring at me."

He chuckles softly as he sits beside you on the bed. "You said we could do it, baby…" His hand slides up your bare thigh. Your shorts had already been discarded a while ago.

"We can, but…"

The idea of recording sex had originally come from Sunghoon. He mentioned it casually after one of your sessions — you were still trembling and breathless — and he asked if it was okay. Just to be sure, he brought it up again later, not wanting to pressure you. He only wanted to make sure you were truly comfortable.

Even though you felt unsure and knew it would be strange the first time, you didn’t hesitate. You were curious. Sunghoon always praised you during sex, telling you how beautiful you looked and how well you took him. You wanted to see what he saw. The idea was hot.

"You know no one but us is ever going to see the final video." His fingers now trace circles on the inside of your thighs, moving slowly upward, getting closer and closer to your covered core.

A shiver runs down your spine, your body already reacting to his touch."I know, I just feel embarrassed."

The corner of his mouth lifts into a mischievous smile. "Is my poor baby embarrassed?" Finally, his fingers brush against your already wet pussy through your panties."Relax for me, baby."

You swallow hard and try to close your thighs, pressing them together, but he doesn’t let you. He grabs your thigh with his other hand and spreads your legs again. "I said relax."

"I’m trying, Hoon." Your cheeks are burning. You glance at the camera again before looking back at Sunghoon, who has a smug smile on his lips.

He clicks his tongue in fake annoyance."Look at you, acting all shy because of a camera." His thumb circles your clit while two other fingers rub along your folds, soaking the cotton fabric even more.

"Hoon, please," you whimper.

Sunghoon laughs, clearly entertained by the whole situation. "Putting on a show for the camera, huh? When we both know you’re just a desperate little slut for my cock."

You let out a pathetic, embarrassed sound, and he laughs again — not gentle or comforting, but clearly mocking you.

"Open up for me." It’s not a request, it’s a command, and you obey without hesitation, just like you always do. "There’s my good girl."

Sunghoon pushes your panties to the side, finally exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air of the room. You protest and try to close your legs again, feeling even more embarrassed. "Don’t you dare hide from me or the camera."

He stretches one arm out to grab the camera, holding it at chest level. Looking at your image through the viewfinder and fuck, you look so good.

"Open wider. Yeah, just like that." His thumb slides up and down your slit, spreading your wetness. You bite your lower lip, trying to hold back any sounds that threaten to escape. "It’s embarrassing."

"You know what’s really embarrassing? How wet you are, clenching around nothing, desperate to have me inside you." Sunghoon is usually a patient guy — or at least he tries to be — but he’s starting to get annoyed with how shy you’re acting.

He lets out an irritated groan before placing the camera back on the pile of books. You know he doesn’t give up easily, even if you’re being difficult.

Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside you. He doesn’t go slow — he starts pumping them deep and fast right away. His fingers curl, brushing against that sweet spot inside you.

Your eyes widen and you gasp, your mouth forming a perfect “O” as your back arches off the bed. "Ah! It’s too much, Hoon."

"Forget about the fucking camera and take it." He adds a third finger, stretching you more, his pace remaining fast and rough.

You can feel his fingers pumping deep, curling and rubbing that perfect spot every time until your legs are shaking uncontrollably. Your pussy gets wetter and wetter, making a mess on his hand. "It feels so deep, oh my—"

He circles your clit slowly, teasing you with just enough pressure to feel good but not enough to satisfy. "Please, I need more."

Suddenly he pulls his fingers out, leaving you needy and empty, clenching around nothing — completely limp, breathing fast and shaky.

Then he hovers over you with that wide smile that shows his sharp canines. Without saying a word, his lips crash against yours in a messy, hungry kiss. His hand slides under your tank top, his warm palm groping your breast while his fingers pinch your already hard nipple.

Your back arches and you whimper against his lips as he plays with your sensitive nipple. "Hoon, please… I need you."

He pulls back to catch his breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. "So needy…" His index finger and thumb roll your nipple before pinching it again, making you gasp.

Without warning, he yanks your panties down to the middle of your thighs. "Turn over. Face down, ass up." You hesitate for a second but obey, getting on your hands and knees. Back arched, ass up, everything on full display.

The sight makes Sunghoon’s cock twitch painfully inside his sweatpants. "Fuck, so beautiful." He gives your ass a hard slap, the sharp sound echoing through the room — loud enough for the camera’s microphone to catch.

He pushes his sweatpants down past his hips, groaning in relief as his cock is finally freed. Both of his warm hands grab your trembling thighs and spread them wider.

Then he uses one hand to line up his cock with your dripping heat. He doesn’t push in right away — he teases you first. The head of his cock slides between your folds, brushing against your entrance.

"Just fuck me already, Sunghoon," you whimper.

As much as he wants to fuck you hard and fast enough to melt your brain and leave you shaking, he also wants to savor it — to go slow so you feel every inch, every pulsing vein inside.

He starts pushing in slowly, making you gasp at the delicious stretch. When he bottoms out, he stays still for a few seconds, letting you feel all of him. In this angle, he feels even bigger, even deeper.

"So fucking tight," he groans before starting to thrust into you hard. His hips slap against your ass with every deep stroke. Your walls clench around him, driving him even wilder.

The sound of skin against skin fills the room as you push your ass back to meet his thrusts. The head of his cock kisses your cervix every time he buries himself fully inside you.

"So deep, oh my God."

His hand slides from your hip up your spine, scratching lightly over your tank top before his fingers tangle in your hair and pull it back, making your back arch even more as he reaches even deeper.

"This pussy was made for me, squeezing me so fucking well." Still gripping your hair, he turns your head toward the camera, not wanting to miss how pathetic and wrecked you look with his cock inside you.

At this point, you’ve completely forgotten the camera is even there. Honestly, you couldn’t care less now that his cock is buried so deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot perfectly.

"Listen to how sloppy your pussy sounds taking my cock." He spanks you again, the sting spreading across your skin making you tremble.

"So fucking pretty when I’m wrecking this tight little pussy." He fucks you harder, your moans becoming loud and broken, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Too much! Too much!" you cry out, the pleasure building rapidly in your belly.

One of his hands reaches down to rub your clit. The combination of his fingers and his cock is overwhelming. Your walls flutter around him as you moan nonstop.

"That’s it, baby," he watches your face — flushed cheeks, parted lips gasping for air — and fuck, he’s close. "Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum around my cock."

"I’m cumming—" The orgasm crashes over you. Your pussy squeezes him tightly as your body shakes and you moan loudly.

"Fucking hell," he groans."You squeeze me so fucking good… Gonna fill this greedy pussy up."

In one rough movement, he flips you over. Your back hits the bed with a thud. He pins both of your wrists above your head and starts fucking you again with fast, deep thrusts, chasing his own release.

He fucks you mercilessly in a punishing rhythm. Your body is pushed up the bed with every powerful thrust, sinking deeper into the mattress.

He slams into you one final time, cumming deep inside you, filling you until his cum starts leaking out.

Sunghoon stays buried inside you for a moment while you both catch your breath. Then he slowly pulls out, and a hot trickle of his cum runs down your thigh.

He lies down beside you and pulls you onto his chest, gently tracing circles on your spine. "You okay, baby?"

You nod. Then something inside you snaps — you suddenly turn toward the camera in a quick motion. "Holy fuck."

-

You step out of the bathroom after a quick shower, wearing nothing but one of Sunghoon’s shirts. Your skincare routine is done, and you look cozy and refreshed. In the bedroom, Sunghoon is sitting against the headboard with his laptop on his lap. You don’t even have to ask — it’s pretty obvious what he’s doing.

"Just fuck me already, Sunghoon." Your own voice comes through the laptop speakers. You rush over to close it.

Sunghoon laughs and pulls you onto the bed beside him. "Should I buy those Meta glasses? We could try a first-person take. Fuck, that would be so hot."

your middle finger sliding down to circle your entrance, then back up to your clit. "mmnh..." your hips buck against your own hand. "faster, baby."

you speed up. the wet sounds fill the room, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you feel his breath against your ear. "now two fingers inside, good girl. fill that pretty pussy for me." you slide them in, and the stretch makes you gasp. your walls clench around your own fingers, but it's not enough. it's never enough. you can feel how tight you are, how desperate. "that's it. fuck yourself on your fingers. imagine it's my cock, baby. imagine it's me splitting you open." "ah— ah— hnnggh! professor—" "look at you," he murmurs. "so desperate. such a good student, fucking herself on her own fingers. you'd take my cock just like that, wouldn't you? all desperate and whimpering." "yes! yes!" you're fucking yourself faster now, your hips lifting to meet your own hand. "that's my good girl, play with your clit now. use your thumb. circle it." your thumb finds your clit, and the it makes you cry out. you're so sensitive, so swollen, every touch sending sparks through your body.

"ah—hah! professor! i'm— i'm close—" "good. cum for me, baby. cum on your fingers like the good pretty girl you are." but something stops you, you're right there, teetering on the edge. your fingers pump desperately, your thumb rubs frantically, but you just can't. "i— i can't— nnghhh! " your voice breaks. "i can't without you, professor. please. please, i need your fingers. i need you."

his grip on your legs tightens so hard it might bruise. you can feel how hard he is against your lower back, his cock pressing into your spine. "if i touch you, baby, it's no longer for education. do you understand that? if i put my fingers inside this tight little pussy, it's because i want to. not because i'm teaching you. do you really want that?" "yes," you sob. "yes, i want that. i don't care. please! i don't care about the lesson... hah! i just want you—"

"say it again." "i want you to touch me. i want your fingers inside me. please, professor, please— i need you—" "that's all i needed to hear, babygirl." his fingers slide into you over yours. two of them — thick, massive. he pushes past your fingers, deeper, and the stretch is blinding. you scream, but his other hand clamps over your mouth, muffling it.

"shh, shh," he breathes in your ear, but he doesn't stop. his fingers move inside you with yours, fucking you open. "take it. take it all, baby." "mmmnnnghh! hir— nnnghh!" "that's it. feel how thick i am? feel how your pussy stretches around me? this is what you've been begging for, good girl." his fingers are so much bigger than yours. they fill you completely, pressing against your walls, curling exactly where you need them. and then his thumb finds your clit, presses down, circles. "fuck— ah!.. haaah— professor!"

your legs kick, but he holds them wide, keeps you open, keeps you taking it. you're sobbing against his hand, drool running down your chin, completely destroyed. "that's it. that's my good girl. you're going to cum on my fingers now. you're going to soak my hand, baby. say thank you." "th— thank you—" "louder." "thank you, sir!—"

your orgasm rips through you, your back arches, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you cum hard, your walls clenching around his fingers, your own fingers, everything. your vision whites out. a long, guttural moan tears from your throat as he works you through it, his thumb still circling your clit, his fingers still pumping, never stopping.

"fuck," he mutters, watching you fall apart. "that's it. that's it. good fucking girl. look at you cumming all over my hand. such a pretty sight." when you finally come down, you're shaking. your hand falls away, when he slowly withdraws his fingers, shiny with your cum, and brings them to his mouth. he sucks them clean, one by one, eyes never leaving yours. the sight makes your pussy clench again. "you're a fast learner, babygirl."

⋆ LESSON 2: LET HIM DROWN IN YOU!

his desk is cold against your bare ass. he's cleared it — pushed aside stacks of papers, a laptop, a mug of pens, some students' project folders — and lifted you onto it like you weigh nothing. your legs are spread wide, your heels resting on the edge, your pussy fully exposed and dripping, the papers beneath you are getting wet, but neither of you gives a single fuck.

"you asked me how this would help you learn," he says, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you even wider. "the truth is, baby, it doesn't." you blink. "what?" "i just want to eat this pretty pussy. i've been thinking about it since the first time you sat on my lap. that sweet little cunt grinding on my thigh. i need to taste it."

"then—" "you need to know what a good eating out feels like. so you know what to expect." he grins against your inner thigh. "but mostly because i can't stop thinking about your taste." and then his mouth is on you. he doesn't start slow. he dives in, tongue flat against your entire pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, wet stroke. you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. "ah! fuckfuckk! professor!"

"mmmnh— fuck—" he hums against you, and the vibration makes your hips buck. his tongue circles your clit, flicks it, sucks it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to spit on your pussy — a wet, obscene glob that slides down your folds — and then he's back, spreading it with his tongue, mixing his spit with your wetness.

"that's it. taste so fucking good, baby. sweet, wet and perfect. this is what a good pussy tastes like. remember that." "nnngh!— ah— hnnggh—hiro—" his fingers spread your folds open, and he dives deeper, his tongue pushing inside you. you feel it fucking you, curling, tasting your walls, and you're already so close, your thighs trembling around his head. "cum for me, baby," he says against your clit. "first one. give it to me." "i— i—" "cum. now."

his tongue flicks your clit fast, hard, and you cum with a scream, your back arching off the desk. he doesn't stop. he licks through it, groaning against your sensitive pussy drinking everything you give him. "mmmngh— yes. there we go, good girl. that's one."

your legs are shaking, you think it's over. well, it's not. he goes back in, sucking your clit between his lips, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue. his fingers slide inside you, curling, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "i can't! — another one— it's too haah! much—" "you can, pretty girl and you will. look at this pussy. she's not done yet."

his mouth descends again, and this time he's rougher. he presses his face hard into your pussy, his nose grinding against your clit, his tongue fucking you deep. he talks to it, low and breathless, his lips brushing against your folds. "such a pretty pussy. so wet for me, baby. you love this, don't you? having your professor on his knees eating you out in his office while others' works get ruined under your wet ass. you love it."

"yes! i love it! oh my go—i love it! professor—" "tell my pussy you love it." "i love it! i love my pussy— i love your mouth on it—" "then cum again, good girl." he pinches your clit between his teeth — just enough pressure, and the second orgasm rips through you. your legs clamp around his head, but he doesn't move. he stays buried in your cunt, lapping at you, groaning against you. "mmmngh. mmnh—" until you're twitching and oversensitive, sobbing from the intensity.

when you finally go limp, he looks up at you. his face is destroyed — wet, shiny, your cum dripping from his chin, his lips, his nose, his eyebrows. he doesn't wipe it off. "one more, baby."

⋆ LESSON 3: GET ABSOLUTELY POUNDED BY HIS BIG COCK

he points to his desk — the lower one, where his teaching assistant usually sits, covered in student papers. "on all fours." you don't hesitate. your palms hit the wood, your spine arches, your ass pushes back toward him, grinding in the air. you're wearing a dress tonight — short, thin, no panties, and you know he can see everything. your pussy is already dripping, your arousal slicking your thighs.

"look at you," he breathes. "soaking wet and i haven't even touched you yet." "please," you whimper. "please, professor, i can't wait anymore! i need you—" "you'll wait until i say you're ready, good girl." he drops to his knees behind you. his hands spread your cheeks apart, and you feel his breath on your cunt, hot and damp. "i've already made you cum twice tonight, remember? on my tongue, on my fingers. so this won't hurt, baby. i made sure you're ready."

"yes— yes—" but his mouth isn't finished. he leans in, licks a long stripe up your slit, and you moan, your arms nearly buckling. "for luck." "professor— i can't! mmnh! i've already—" "shut up and take it." his tongue slides inside you just to try it again. "good girl," he says, standing up. "now you're ready."

he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal jingling makes your pussy clench. his trousers drop just enough to free his cock — thick, hard, leaking, the head glistening with pre-cum. he strokes himself, and you watch him over your shoulder, drooling, your mouth open.

"tell me what you want, baby." "i want your cock, professor. please. inside me." "how badly, pretty girl?" "so badly i can't think. i can't breathe. please— i've been so good— i've learned everything— please just fuck me—" he steps forward. the head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you push back, trying to take him, but he holds your hips still.

"slow, baby or it'll hurt. i'm big and you're tight. breathe." "nnnngh... please—" he pushes in, just the head. you scream, but it's late, the building is empty, no one can hear you. he's so big — bigger than you imagined, bigger than his fingers, and the stretch is blinding, burning, perfect.

"breathe, baby. breathe for me." you gasp and he pushes deeper. "ah! mmnghh!!— fuck! professor!" "that's it. taking it. taking all of this cock. such a good fucking girl." he slides in to the hilt, and you feel like you're being ripped apart. his balls press against your clit, and he's so deep inside you that your walls clench around him, trying to adjust to his size.

"look at you," he groans. "taking my whole cock. this tight little pussy was made for me, babygirl." "move— please— move—" and he does. at first he's gentle — slow, deep thrusts that let you feel every inch. his hands grip your hips, guiding you, teaching you. you can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein.

"rock back into me, baby. meet my thrusts. that's it. feel how good it is when you move together." "harder, please! haah! harder!" "yeah? you want me to fuck this sweet pussy proper?" "yes, please!" he slams into you. hard. the desk screeches against the floor. papers scatter. a lamp wobbles and falls. "fuckkkfuck! hiromi!" "that's it— that's my good little slut— take this cock."

his hips pound into you, his balls slapping against your clit. he reaches around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles. your legs give out, but he holds you up, one arm around your waist, still fucking you, never stopping. "i'm gonna! gonna cum nngh! wanna—" "not yet."

he pulls you up against his chest. his cock stays buried in you, and now he's fucking you from behind, upright, one hand on your hip, one hand on your throat, squeezing just slightly. "you feel that? that's what a real cock feels like, baby. that's what you've been begging for all these weeks." "yes yes! mmmhnah! thank you, thank you professor!" "thank me by cumming. cum on my cock. soak it."

he slams into you, and his fingers work your clit, your head falls back against his shoulder, making you cum with a scream that echoes through the empty building — "ahhh— fuckkk, yesyes, so good! "fuccck, yes— cum for me— cum on my cock." your walls clench around him, and he groans. "nnnnggh— fuckkk— baby mmmnhh— gonna cum, where do you want it?"

"i'm on the pill," you gasp. "cum inside me, professor. please. please, i want to feel it." "yeah? you want me to fill this tight little pussy? you want to walk around campus tomorrow feeling my cum dripping out of you, baby?" "yes! haahhh! pleasepleaseplease!" "gonna! i'm gonna— fuck—"

he slams into you one last time. his cock pulses, and you feel it — hot, thick, flooding you. he groans your name and you feel him twitch inside you as he fills you, his cum spilling deep into your cunt. "fucckkk that's my baby, mmhnh... sweetest pussy, all mine." when he's done, he doesn't pull out. he stays inside you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, both of you breathing hard, sweat-slicked and shaking. lessons completed.

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© nephynes 2026

“where are you going?”

you jumped slightly, heart racing. you tried to be quiet when her voice cut through the silence. turning around, you saw your bestfriend propped up on one elbow, hair messy, eyes squinting at you in the dim moonlight. 

“jiyu… i thought you were sleeping…” you whispered, cheeks warming.

jiyu rubbed her eyes and sat up properly, the blanket pooling on her lap. “i was about to… but you were moving around.” just then, her gaze dropped to your outfit—the fitted top, the skirt, the nicely done hair and makeup… 

“where are you going?”

you fiddled with the strap of your bag.

“i’m meeting my boyfriend,” you admitted softly. “it’s just for a bit.”

jiyu frowned, pulling her knees up to her chest. “alone? at this hour?”

“it’s only 11,” you said, trying to sound casual even though your stomach was doing nervous flips. back at the island, 11 meant the whole village’s gone to sleep. but here, the city’s still wide awake. “he’ll send me back before midnight. he promised.”

your bestfriend didn’t say anything at first. she just watched you with that familiar look of worry and protectiveness.

“you look pretty,” she finally mumbled. her frown deepened, and she glanced at the clock before back at you—with your hand already wrapped around the doorknob. “but… be careful, okay? it’s dangerous.”

you nodded, finally smiling. there was no need to hide, after all. jiyu’s always been kind and understanding. “yup, i know,” you said, flashing her a thumbs up. “i’ll be fine! sunghoon’s nice—you’ve met him before.”

jiyu just hummed in response. a soft, tired, unapproving sound. she pulled the blanket higher up to her chin, eyes already drifting but needed to watch you go first. “just… wake me up when you get back,” she added quietly.

“i will,” you whispered. “promise.”

you slipped out of the room before the guilt could settle deeper and heavier. 

outside, you spotted your boyfriend almost immediately. he was leaning against his motorbike under the streetlight, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. the moment he saw you, his face lit up. 

“there you are,” he said, voice warm. he straightened up and pulled you into a hug, one hand gently rubbing your back. “missed you. you look so pretty tonight.”

your face warmed at his compliment. “pretty? i didn’t even get to wear a lot,” you murmured against his chest.

“yeah? why not?”

“then i’d make you wait.”

sunghoon chuckled, pulling back slightly and tilting your chin up against his chest so he could look at you properly. “you okay, baby?”

you hesitated, then shook your head with a small smile. “jiyu was still awake. she told me to be careful.”

sunghoon chuckled—almost sounded like a scoff—and smoothed your hair down, his fingers lingering at the back of your head. “i swear that girl never liked me.” 

you blinked, a little surprised by the edge in his voice. “what—no. she does like you! she’s just worried. we don’t really go out at night like this back home.”

he raised an eyebrow, that familiar half–smile on his lips. “exactly. you’re not on that little island anymore. you’re in the city now. with me.” his thumb brushed your cheek gently, but his tone stayed light in that way older guys do when they’re subtly dismissing something. “she needs to loosen up. you’re in good hands—the world’s not out to get you, baby.”

you didn’t know what to say to that, so you just nodded quietly. no one’s ever said that to you before. sunghoon noticed your silence and softened again, pulling you back into his chest for a moment. 

“look, i’m not trying to be mean,” he murmured against your hair. “i just… you’re free, baby. you should enjoy it.”

you stayed quiet as his hand rubbed slow circles on your back, comforting and persuasive at the same time. after a moment, he pulled back just enough to look at you. 

“why don’t you sleep over at mine tonight?” he asked casually. “it’s already late anyway. jake’s not home, so we can watch something—have the whole house to ourselves, hm?”

your heart squeezed.

you promised jiyu you’d wake her up when you got back… but sunghoon was looking at you like this was next step. if you said no—you weren’t really enjoying the freedom. still stuck in that small–town mindset.

yeah… i should enjoy it, you thought, pushing down the guilt.

“okay,” you said softly, surprising yourself. a shy smile tugged at your lips. “i can sleep over.”

sunghoon’s face lit up—he grinned and kissed your forehead. “ugh, that’s my girl. this is what uni’s supposed to be like.”

with that, he helped you onto the bike and wrapped your arms around him. the ride to his place was a blur of streetlights and cool night air. every red light made your thoughts race. 

——

“c’mere,” sunghoon smiles, tugging you closer by the hem of his shirt you’re wearing. you scooted in willingly, letting him wrap an arm around you until your head rested on his chest. sunghoon’s body was warm and solid—maybe cause he’s older. 

you felt a rush of thrill—you were actually sleeping over at your older boyfriend’s place. you pushed all and every thought away. 

“this feels nice,” you whispered, tracing small circles on his shirt. “i’ve never done this before… just staying out like this.”

sunghoon chuckled softly, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. “you’re doing good, baby. i like having you here. feels right, doesn’t it?”

you nodded against his chest, heart beating faster. you were excited—nervous, but this feeling was so… exciting. everything with him felt like stepping into a bigger world. 

your boyfriend turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. then another, slower, lingering. you closed your eyes and smiled shyly, leaning into it. his lips moved down to your forehead, then your eye, your cheek, soft and warm. you tilted your head up slightly, reciprocating by pressing a shy kiss to his jaw.

sunghoon hummed in approval, his hand sliding down to rest at your hip, thumb brushing. 

“you’re so sweet,” he murmured, voice dropping. “so innocent… drives me crazy sometimes.”

his kisses grew bolder. he kissed the corner of your mouth, teasing, waiting. when he finally leaned in to kiss you properly on the lips, you froze for a second—pulling back just a little.

your face burned. “mm… i’ve never been kissed before,” you admitted quietly, almost embarrassed. your voice was barely above a whisper before you continued, index tapping on your bottom lip. “not… on the lips.”

sunghoon paused. he didn’t know what he was expecting, but his eyebrows cocked in something like surprise and hunger at the same time. he cupped your cheek gently, thumb stroking your skin. the show played on his laptop, left forgotten. 

“never?” he asked, tilting your head slightly. “not even once?”

you shook your head, biting your lip. of course not. the boys back in your island were all respectful enough to know they shouldn’t touch girls in a weird way. like this.

he smiled, his bottom lip slightly puckered into a mocking pout. “then let me be your first, baby,” he murmured, leaning in closer until his breath brushed your lips. “it’ll feel so good.” 

your heart hammered wildly in your chest as he closed the distance. his lips pressed against yours—soft at first, like he was testing how you’d react. you froze for half a second, eyes wide open, before they fluttered shut. 

the kiss was gentle but there was hunger underneath that made your stomach twist in a strange, exciting way. 

sunghoon tilted his head a little more, deepening the kiss. his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you there as his lips moved. you tried to follow his lead, shy and clumsy, which only seemed to make him smile. 

“hngh—” you let out a soft, accidental moan into his mouth. sunghoon’s tongue brushed your bottom lip and heat quickly flooded your face, but you didn’t pull away. it felt… overwhelming. wet. intimate. this feeling you’d never experienced before.

“good girl,” he whispered against your lips, voice strain and rough. “just like that…” 

sunghoon kissed you harder this time, one hand slipping under the oversized shirt to rest on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin. your head was spinning—you could only focus on the warmth of his body against yours. 

everything felt too much, and not enough at the same time.

when he finally pulled back, your lips were slightly swollen and tingling. you were breathing heavier, eyes glassy as you stared at him. the kiss felt so good. too good that you fear you’d always want it from him. 

your boyfriend looked pleased. really pleased. his thumb traced your wet, glossy bottom lip. 

“how was that for your first kiss?” he asked, the end of his lips twitched into a smirk. “want another one, baby?”

you nodded, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you pulled him closer.

that night—not only did you not come back to jiyu, but you also popped your cherry. the culture shock hit somewhere in the middle, right when the pain started fading into something warmer, something that made you moan aloud that night.

this is what city girls do, you thought hazily as sunghoon moved above you, groaning your name. this is what freedom feels like. 

he was gentle enough, but still took what he wanted—hips rolling deeper, hands gripping your thighs, whispering how tight you were, how perfect you felt. you clung to him through all of it, overwhelmed yet wanting more, teary–eyed, and addicted to the way he made you feel wanted and loved.

“—love you, baby,” he groaned, kissing the corner of your lip. “taking me so well, ah—fuck,” he murmured, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. you bit back a whimper. part of you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. 

you—the island girl who used to watch the stars on the beach and only knew of sex when there’s a sex scene on the tv that you closed your eyes for—were losing your virginity in a small, shared city apartment to a 23-year-old guy you’d only known for a few months. 

sunghoon squished your cheeks with his slender fingers, chuckling. “what are you thinkin’ so hard for, sweets?” he hummed, leaning to peck your flushed lips. “don’t worry, yeah? i’m going to marry you. ‘m not going to leave you after this like all the other dudes out there.” 

he came on your tummy.

when it was over, you lay on his chest, sticky and sore as his fingers lazily stroke your back. your phone was somewhere on the floor. 

you never went back to the dorm that night, and you missed the next day’s classes entirely.

——

jiyu knew through it all even when you thought you hid it well. 

she saw the fresh lovebites you tried to cover. noticed the way you winched slightly when you sat down. smelled the faint trace of alcohol on your clothes when you came back from “just a hang out”, that turned into a club–hopping with sunghoon and his friends until the end of the night. saw the new lingerie tag you forgot to throw away in the trash bin.

she even caught glimpses of the photos he sent you—the mirror selfies where you were on his bed, only covered by the blanket with sunghoon’s bare chest next to you. ones where you’re sitting on sunghoon’s lap in one of his friend’s car in the backseat. 

she never said anything. just watched you quietly with a sad look in her eyes. 

“yn”, she said softly, arms crossed. “you smell like alcohol.”

your hands froze under the running water. you slowly lifted your head and  looked at her through the mirror. jiyu stood there, still in her pyjamas. 

“what? you asked, forcing a small laugh. “it’s not even that stron—”

“you’ve changed,” she cut in quietly. her voice trembled but she kept going. “and you think i don’t notice.”

you turned around slowly to face her. the guilt hit you instantly.

“jiyu…”

“i know you’re sleeping with him,” she said, eyes glassy. “i’ve known for weeks. i’ve seen the hickeys you try to cover. the cans you have in your trash.”

she took a shaky breath. your heart dropped.

“i know you’ve been drinking—a lot. i’ve seen the photos his friends tag you in. you smell so much like smoke and alcohol than the perfume your dad bought you.”

you stood there stunned, water still dripping down your chin. your throat felt tight. 

“jiyu… i—”

“you barely sleep here anymore,” she continued, voice cracking. “you’re trying so hard to fit in—to become the kind of girl sunghoon wants, and i’m watching you fuckin’ disappear.”

tears welled up in her eyes. “you hide everything from me… but you don’t hide it well enough.”

the silence was painful. you swallowed hard, heart pounding. “jiyu… i didn’t do anything bad,” you said, voice small but defensive. “i’m just… living. this is what university is supposed to be like. sunghoon’s not forcing me—no one’s forcing me.”

you turned to face her, wiping your wet face with your hands. 

“i wanted it. i wanted to try new things. i’m not a little kid anymore.”

jiyu frowned as she stared at you for a long moment, her expression breaking. 

“i know you’re not a kid,” she said. “but you’re still my bestfriend! and i’m not going to just sit still and watch you ruining yourself for some dude and lifestyle that’ll eventually just fuck both of us up!” 

you felt something snap inside your chest. “just because i’m dating someone and actually living my life? sorry that i’m not scared of everything anymore like we used to be!”

jiyu stepped closer, arms still crossed like she was holding herself together.

“it’s not about being scared! it’s about you changing so fast. you come back smelling like alcohol, you skip lectures because you’re staying over at his place, you let him mark you like—like, gosh—yn, you’re not a virgin anymore, for gods sake!”

her voice cracked.

“before we came here, we promised each other we’d stay grounded. you know about this—you told me you wouldn’t forget where you came from. now you’re acting like our old life was some kind of cage. as if drinking and fucking around makes you more nature. news flash, yn—it doesn’t. it just makes you look desperate to impress a 23-year-old who probably sees you as an easy, innocent girl he can mold however he wants.”

that last part hit hard. your eyes stung with angry tears. 

“you don’t know him,” you shot back. “you don’t know what it feels like to finally feel belonged. i love you—but you sound like you’re jealous i’m making friends and experiencing things while you’re still stuck in your high school mentality! we’re not sixteen anymore!”

the second the words left your mouth, you regretted them. you flinched, eyes twitched—but you were too upset to take them back.

jiyu looked like you’d slapped her. her lips parted into a gasp before it’s pressed into a thin line as tears finally spilled down her cheeks.

“...wow. okay,” she whispered. 

you couldn’t stand the look on her face anymore. the hurt. the disappointment. the fear.

you walked past her and stormed toward the door, heart pounding. 

“yn—”

“i need air,” you muttered without turning around. you hadn’t meant to slam the door so hard that the sound echoed down the empty dorm hallway. you walked fast, chest tight, tears blurring your vision.

for such a big city, you’ve never felt so alone.

——

“baby? what happened?" sunghoon, only in his sweatpants, pulled you inside immediately. he wrapped his arms around you. “hey, hey… c’mere.”

you broke down the second his arms closed around you. sobs spilled out as you buried your face in his bare chest.

“jiyu… she said i’m ruining myself,” you cried. “she called me desperate—said you’re just using me. we fought so bad, sunghoon. i said awful things to her too but—”

“shh, it’s okay,” his voice soothing as he rubbed your back. he guided you toward his bed and pulled you onto his lap, holding you tight. “she doesn’t get it… you’re growing. you’re changing, and that scares her.”

exactly. you’re changing. 

he kept murmuring against your hair, kissing your temple, your wet cheeks, your neck.

“you’re doing nothin’ wrong, baby. you’re just living. she’ll get over it.”

his hands slowly slid under your shirt, warm and comforting at first, then more intentional. you didn't stop him. you figured this would make you feel better. distract you from the argument and misunderstanding you had with jiyu. 

soon, your boyfriend’s mouth was on yours, hungry and deep. clothes came off quickly right after—yours first, then his. he laid you down on his bed and fucked you hard, like he was trying to erase every ugly word jiyu had said, and every thoughts stuck to your head. you moaned and cried at the same time, gripping his shoulders, letting him indulge in you.

“you’re mine,” he groaned against your neck, thrusting his cock short but deep. “not hers—mine.”

afterwards, after sunghoon had cum across your chest, you lay exhausted on his chest, body aching, tears still drying on your face. sunghoon stroked your hair gently, his voice soft and persuasive. 

“you know… you don’t have to go back there if you don’t want to,” he murmured. “just stay with me. move your stuff in. i’ll send you to class every morning before i clock in. pick you up after. no more fighting with jiyu. no more walking on eggshells.”

he tilted your chin up so you could look at him. then—planted a kiss on the corner of your lips. 

“you can be free here, baby. with me. doesn’t that sound better?”

you stayed quiet, staring at the white wall as his words sank in.

leaving the dorm… leaving jiyu.

that was the scariest, terrifying thing someone has ever said to you. 

but right now, wrapped in sunghoon’s arms—the word desperate playing over and over like a broken record—still warm from sex, his comfort, and his presence… 

it felt like the easiest escape in the world.

stepdaddy!sukuna rushed the wedding to finally get closer to you — to see you every day. you officially met at a dinner where he invited you and your mom to "get closer as a family." but you had no idea he knew everything about you and followed you for much longer than you could imagine.

stepdaddy!sukuna insisted you went on the honeymoon with them after the wedding. he said he worried about your safety and didn't want to leave you alone for so long. when your mother hissed after another fight that she couldn't even get rid of you on her honeymoon, sukuna cancelled all plans, saying he didn't want to spend his time like that.

stepdaddy!sukuna let his touches linger on you much longer than was decent. whether it was your fingers when he handed you a plate, or your back when he gave you a "fatherly" hug. walking past you in a narrow hallway, he put his hand on your waist to let you through — and kept it there for an extra second, squeezing a bit harder than necessary. he stood behind you when you were at the window, leaned close to your ear to ask something, and hit your neck with hot breath that made your knees weak.

stepdaddy!sukuna jerked off in the shower or his home office, thinking about how you would look on his dick. how you would ride him while your perfect tits bounced in front of his face, and he sucked them while his huge cock tore your sweet pussy apart from the inside. he came faster than ever in his life.

stepdaddy!sukuna came home early one day and heard weird noises from your room. when he walked up to the door, your sweet moans and wet splashing sounds reached him. he froze, already taking off his belt to masturbate with you right there by the door, when he suddenly heard his name. "sukuna... hmm! daddy... please..." in that moment, he realized the fish jumped right on the hook.

stepdaddy!sukuna waited until your mother was out of the house. he walked up behind you while you made tea in the kitchen. you felt his strong body press against your back, his hands landed on your waist, and his lips leaned to your ear. "someone was way too loud yesterday." you froze, a blush creeping up your neck. "i didn't..." you started, but couldn't finish: he pushed his hips forward, pressing into you, and you let out a moan. "my girl needs her daddy?" you shook your head, whispering that it was wrong, but he thrust his hips again, making you automatically press your ass against his crotch. you felt his heavy, hard cock through the expensive fabric of his pants and whined pitifully. he rubbed his hips against your short shorts, feeling the soft meat of your ass, and groaned low. "don't worry, baby. daddy needs his little girl just as much as she needs him."

you two started rubbing against each other, he took your chin, turned your head, and kissed you — hungry, dirty, and wet. his other hand slid inside your shorts. his fingers immediately found your clit and started rolling it, making you press your ass into him even harder. his mouth ate yours, and your chins glistened with spit. you came loud, shaking right on his fingers, and he came in his pants like a damn teenager — just from rubbing against you.

stepdaddy!sukuna came to your bedroom every night after that day while your mother slept. he got into your bed, and you already lay there naked, whining with impatience. "such a dirty little girl — waitin' for her stepfather like this, huh?" you just nodded aggressively, pulling him by the neck because you needed him. "i need u, daddy," you whispered, and he groaned, pressing into your lips. "i know, my baby. daddy needs u too. so much." he carefully entered you, remembering that his girl was still too sensitive — despite how many times he'd already been inside you. "there we go. missed my perfect little girl so much... mmhx... wanted this for so long." you moaned and scratched his back while his cock hammered into you like crazy. "this sweet pussy... these perfect tits... mine. all mine. everythin' belongs to daddy. no one else." he didn't stop until you came on his cock at least twice, then he filled you up with hot, thick seed.

stepdaddy!sukuna fucked you in every possible place, not scared that you would get caught. he knew your schedule by heart and picked you up from college in a fully tinted car. on the back seat, he sat you on his cock. "there u go, babe. daddy missed this sweet pussy. did u miss me?" you nodded, kissing his wet lips. your panties were pushed aside, his huge hands squeezed your cheeks, and he hammered into you with primal speed. "missed u so much, daddy... couldn't go without u... hnngh!" you already came, but he didn't stop until you turned into a messy whining heap, only able to moan his name. "yeah? couldn't live without daddy's cock?" you squeezed him inside you, your mascara ran, and tears flowed down your cheeks. "fuck, yeah... that's it, my little girl. squeeze my cock like that, it's all yours."

stepdaddy!sukuna refused when your mother called him on a business trip. they fought, and she left alone, leaving you two for a whole week. he planned to use that time to the max. you fucked almost every hour. "that's it. come on daddy's cock. ruin it, baby." you started with the morning shower, where he fucked you in the air, lifting you up and sliding you onto his hard dick. "such a perfect girl for daddy... made for me." you ended on the living room couch, when he buried his face deep in your pussy. "mmmnh... look at this little swollen clit... wanna eat it." he started sucking so hard, moving his fingers inside you, that you arched your hips right to his face. "ha...ah! daddy! i'm gonna cum! i'm cummin', i'm cummin', i'm cummin'!" he pressed even harder. "go on, my little girl... cum right on daddy's face... let me taste it." and you made a mess of his face, shaking and screaming.

stepdaddy!sukuna ignored your mother's calls when he was on his own business trip. "i'm busy," he snapped and immediately called you. "babe, show me how wet u are. c'mon, lower the camera a bit." you did what he told you: lowered the phone to your wide-spread legs, to your wet, glistening pussy that was already soaking for him. he groaned, pulled down his pants, freeing his hard cock, and held the phone with one hand while the other wrapped your panties — which he stole last week — around the shaft. "shove three fingers in, babe. that'll make u feel closer to daddy." he hammered into his fist, growling low when he saw your thighs shaking on the screen. "it's not enough, daddy... it's not u... i want u... can't come..." you whined, because your three fingers didn't give even half the feeling his two did. you definitely got greedy. "i know baby, i know. i wanna be there too. wanna feel your tight pussy squeeze around me. i want my little girl to make a mess on me." you almost cried, you needed him so bad. "come home faster, please... nngh-h! i can't without u... i miss u." he spilled into his fist with a hoarse groan, his hips twitching. "i miss u too, my baby. i promise i'm gonna fuck u on every inch of house when i get back."

but right now you weren't having fun at all.

nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."

you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.

"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."

before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."

"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."

they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."

he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.

nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.

your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.

"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."

"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."

hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"

he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.

"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"

"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.

"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.

those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.

"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."

his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.

"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.

hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.

"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"

"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"

nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."

as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.

nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."

your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"

your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.

higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.

"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.

you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.

you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.

"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.

but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.

"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"

your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."

hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.

"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."

nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.

"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"

he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.

"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.

but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.

“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.

hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”

you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”

with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.

“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.

“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”

he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.

by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.

you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.

nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”

he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”

you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.

your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.

“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”

you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”

nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.

he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.

he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.

“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.

“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”

while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.

“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”

“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.

you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.

the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”

tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”

both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.

it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”

“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.

it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.

their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.

“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.

“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”

nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”

“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.

higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.

hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.

nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”

he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.

“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”

their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.

“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”

“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”

your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.

the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.

at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.

"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.

you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.

"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.

you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.

hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.

for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.

"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.

"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"

Oh…fuck.

The single, slivering waft of fragrance rams into you like five semi-trucks and leaves you reeling- needily grappling for the door handle when your knees knock together and weaken. Holding on for dear life, “Wh-what the…”

And there was your first mistake, accidentally - or perhaps subconsciously - stealing a deep, breathy inhale of the saturated air seeping from underneath Nanami’s looming office door. 

It fills your lungs and makes you jolt. Makes you gasp at the fever of your body, drinking in even more, more, more—

Your tongue sizzles with a fresh syrupy layer of drool at the musky cologne of it, more heady than any other perfume you’d ever smelt. More expensive. Like the filthiest marriage between bourbon, underlying caramel, and something so-

-so Nanami. In…rut?

But wait, your hazy eyes widen, and you’re forced to shake your head clear enough to continue the thought. It was the smell of an alpha no matter how much you looked at it - this couldn’t be your husband, right?

Sure, you two had been married for a few months already - but the man hadn’t even kissed you let alone touched you to consummate the marriage, yet. 

Hell, you still found his chiselled cheekbones tinting with a light veil of pretty red whenever you simply smiled at him.

Always adorning those scent patches to cover his pheromones, and never letting out a word of his secondary gender. Though, your husband always did make sure to tend to your every need during your heats - every need except those, that is.

Perhaps it was as unconventional of a marriage as could be - what with both your parents choosing to merge companies through familial bonds, but you didn’t know that Nanami was an alpha.

An alpha.

The words clang through your very bones and send sparks of electricity skittering down your spine, you’re squeezing your trembly thighs together only to find that they’d started dampening with a shiny sheen of slick already.

Oh- so this is why everyone in the company was hastily evacuated. 

He was potent.

And he was aching for your touch– your skin hums with something sinful as you rap your knuckles on the door, and try not to utter a peep.

“Ijichi, I already told you to leave.”

That didn’t sound like your husband.

It sounded like anything but; a low, curdling growl of husky baritone that made your heart race stupidly fast. There was something so primal seeping into Nanami’s characteristically gentle voice - never raised, never sharpened at you.

But right now he sounded like he would’ve devoured you alive. 

And you wanted to see it.

.

.

.

Nanami knew he shouldn’t be here- fuck, he shouldn’t have let it gone this far.

But one flutter of your lashes - just one gorgeous smile you’d sent his way this morning - and he found himself like this. Shit, he hadn’t even kissed you yet, and you already drove him wild.

One hand furiously pumping his rock- no, diamond-hard cock, the other digging into his drawer for more of those damn suppressants as if searching for a lifeline. 

“C’mon.” He’s grunting, crumpled forehead beading with glittery sweat the longer his aching, swollen length throbbed in the clouded air. Looking through his unruly golden bangs, his sensory tips scour desperately, “C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon-”

Only to pop one of the last prescription bottles open and find it fucking empty. 

“Fuck!” Nanami’s throat decorates with a knot of veins as his plump, blushed tip leaks with yet another thick clump of precum. He needed you, and no amount of creeping his rugged palms up n’ down his girthy shaft would ever come close to how you might have done it.

How he dreams it.

Boiling hot ears popping as the fat of his thumb roams over his bawling divot to plug it up, he barely even hears the office door opening and slamming shut.

He loosens his tie and tries not to muddy his senses with the smell of the beta man, taking everything in Nanami to not just snap– “Ijichi- I f-fucking said-”

“Don’t even recognize your wife, Kento–?”

Nanami snaps his head up, eyes wide. Glazed. 

And you think it takes him a full few seconds to register that it was actually you here and not some lecherous figment of his imagination.

Although you were starting to doubt that he was, too. 

Such a sexy picture with his favorite blue shirt unbuttoned, pants unzipped just enough, one of his hands white-knuckling the glinting ‘CEO NANAMI’ table nameplate.

But what really drew your eyes was his massive cock - all hard n’ swollen and aching, the prettily rounded top cherry-pink. Right about nine or ten inches of bulky girth pulsing so hard that even you could see it from this distance. 

Oh…he really did have big dick energy.

And he was drooling - drooling, you never thought you’d see the day where Nanami Kento drools - through great heaving gusts of gulps. His voice croaks out huskily as if disused for eons, “M-my love, why a-are you…”

Ah, it feels like your satiny blouse clings to you even tighter with Nanami’s rough tonality. And it takes everything in you to stop yourself from taking even a step closer like the betweens of your legs ached to, “Ken.”

“O-oh.” He’s immediately throwing his head back with a groan- and you don’t know where to ogle. The way his slightly plumpened lips drop with a drawled drag of your name, or the way that he’s lifting over a hand to cradle the globed top of his mushroom head to stop himself from cumming.

Failing. 

His teeth gleam with slobber, ripping viciously into one of his forearms in an instant – hot crimson trickling out ever-so-slightly. 

The attractive column Nanami’s throat bobs with the movements of his Adam’s apples as he simply pours out sultry streaks of cum. Creamy white stripes upon stripes that start dangling all the way from his sturdy wrist down to the puffy leather of his seat. Bucketloads, really.

And you find your mouth almost as wet as the sappy puddle leaking through his business suit, opening to-

“Don’t.” He’s rasping out, slouching his body forward to cover his adoring view of you - as if the mere sight of you would be enough to send him over the edge once more. Octaves higher, crazed. “Don’t s-say my name like that.”

Your goosebumps peek at the tremble in his bass, a strange thrill sprinting through your body. Experimentally, you’re exhaling out, “Ken.”

“Fuh-fuck.”

And through the cervices of his thick, wrapped digits, you’re catching the sight of that buttery mess of cum grow even more voluminous. Squeezing a few more filthy dredges out of him - truly from the way you said his name.

“You- you’re evil, darling.” He’s heaving out in strained syllables, body hunched over to pressurize his still-throbbing erection. 

The cracked corner of Nanami’s dewy eyes hone in on you as you slowly - uncertainly - take a step closer. And ever-so-sensually, he cranes over to beckon you with one of his stray hands, “C’mere, my wife.”

Shit, you couldn’t make your way over fast enough.

And he’s snickering something gruff underneath his breath the few times you’re tripping over your own unsteady feet. 

Your clammy palms eventually stick on either side of his plastic chair, and the towering man gladly manspreads to provide your hips with a place to rest on. Straddling his meaty thighs - that aching red cock between them - with your hands curling ‘round his perspired neck.

The scent of his pheromones were so thick here that it was leaving your mind pathetically dizzy, all expensive cologne and caramel sweetness for you.

“S’this okay?” He’s hissing through a snarling bite of his lower lip once your snug pencil skirt hikes up just enough to snaggle the globed curve of Nanami’s cockhead. 

“Kento-” You decide to go easy on him just this once. Raising a hand to just start peeling that scent patch you usually had on during a workday, “-why don’t you let me help, baby–?”

One calloused hand comes to stop you right in your tracks, the flat of his doughy thumb coming to caress your wrist gently back n’ forth. And not only was Nanami burning hot - he was scalding, heat radiating off of him in waves. “Because…if I start now m’gonna hah- break you, my love.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck. So that was why - and looking into the molten peripherals of his stare, you’re realizing that that was why he’d avoided every kiss, every touch, every heat.

But seated and with him at your mercy like this, you hadn’t ever wanted anything more.

“What if…” You hum suggestively, bottom lip pouting out in a way that makes him collar drench with sweat. Pushing back with a roll of your hips that sets Nanami’s pearly whites on edge, murked breath drifting against his ears, “-I didn’t mind, Ken?”

And one of his hands has to clasp around the corner of his mahogany desk until it shatters, splinters of wood hitting the floor with a dull thud! thud! thud! that synchronizes with your heartbeat.

“Do- do you know what you’re asking?” He’s graveling out between pants. 

“I do.” 

And Nanami Kento will never know whether it was the way you’d echoed those two words directly from your wedding, or the way your gorgeous eyes shined with such need - but he’s never found himself moving faster. Swifter. 

So feral when he’s slipping you off his lap and shoving you down onto the sleek, frigid surface of the desk in two precise flaps of your lashes.

“Oh–!” Your shocked lips let off sweetly once Nanami’s soft palm cushions your face, he didn’t let you feel a single ounce of the striking impact of being laid out all on your front. 

Not a single thing except for the burn of your scent patch being pulled off of you with his sluggish fingers. Leaning down so his straight nosebridge hits the crook of your neck and sniffs– savoring—

“Fuck. Fuck.” Your husband spills out gutturally into your skin, and you feel the sharpened edges of his teeth coasting nibbles down your throat. He was pushed into you so close that he could practically taste your sweetly candied fragrance, “My wife…my omega–”

You’re thinking that he probably doesn’t even realize the way he’s rutting and rutting his hips repeatedly into yours, flinching bodily at even the slightest recoil that has Nanami’s curvaceous bulge breaking off even mere inches from your sodden panties. 

The wailing whimpers escaping you are so adorable that he just can’t help but suckle his mouth down your own. 

And it’s not the first kiss with Nanami that you might’ve expected - it’s sloppy, wet, and nothing more than the lazy drag of his unfastened mouth tasting like his favorite gummy. Slapping his tongue along the splattered speckles of saliva homing themselves near the edges of your lips, “So sweet- soooo much fuckin’ sweeter than I ngh- dreamt.”

Before you can ask what that meant, he’s humming along a few more wet slurps of French kisses. Leaving your lips tingling for more as he pecks down, down, down back to your swollen scent glands.

“Wanna know- why I- bought a candle that smells like- mmm honey, darlin’?” He’s whispering against that sensitive patch of skin, watching as your half-opened eyes dart to the inconspicuous candle that was always settled on top of his desk. “Because it reminded me of you-”

But Nanami wasn’t done- oh, he wasn’t done.

You could almost feel the intensity of his leering grin quivering up at the edges, your restlessly squirming hips being pinned down with his tense core. 

“-and…” He’s letting his strained voice peter away into nothingness. 

Biting down on the salivating insides of his cheeks, Nanami pushes his sagging glasses up to take a good, looong final look at the way you’re so prettily splayed out for him like this. 

Before bending at the knees–

“-and her.”

You’re just about to ask your husband what he meant when he shows you exactly what he meant. 

Diving in completely nose-deep to gift your clothed pussymound with a loving peck, the very tip of Nanami’s pert button nose shines with a beaded dollop of your slick. Slipping and travelling all down to where he glides his tongue along his lips greedily–

“K-Kento–” You hiccup out as his hypnotic scent grows twofold, the very hits of it targeting your very core. 

“Oh.” Nanami moans at the feeling of you instinctively getting wetter ‘round his mouth, you were so sensitive for him that your saturated lips were already rendering your panties see-through. A sappy drivel of sweet, sweet juices slicking your thighs like glue, “Darling, you’re droolin’ e-everywhere.”

The very crown of his index comes to trace the snaking rivers of slick decorating your legs, sensually. Signing off the cutest hearts and ‘K’s where you were the most tender-

“S’this for me?” He’s tap-tap-tapping his generous digit on the folds of your leaking pussy, tittering when you jolt with every lurid contact. “Pretty girl, are ya this- hck! wet for me?” 

Just then he leaves a full-handed, five-fingered spank straight down your slippery slit - ripping out the rawest, most moistened sluuuurp–! of gushing sap from your core. And Nanami takes this as the perfect answer, “Mhm, you are.”

“P-please, baby-”

“That’s it that’s it—” He’s nuzzling your thighs now - as if he was worshipping you. Scorched breezes of his mouth hitting you from just a few centimeters away, his glands rub up against your body and leave you completely smelling like his. You feel his drool smear as he babbles on, “-tell me. Talk to me.”

Your hips buck helplessly, “Want- want you to touch me there, Kento.”

“Where?” He knows- fuck, he knows. But he needs to hear the words directly from your beautiful mouth.

And ah, what a sight it is to be able to see them from up on his knees - twisting and puckering around the words of “Want you to touch my ngh- pussy-”

Barely out of your mouth, barely even formulated before Nanami surges up his humid face and snogs right up into your dripping cunt. 

Mazing tip dragging away the flimsy, useless scrap of fabric you call your panties, he’s treating the pursed lips of your pussy like a lollipop. Skimming the ridges of his tastebuds riiiight along your slope and back, “So- so hot on my tongue- ngh. So sweet.”

It’s like a mantra he’s spitting out every time his pointed chin whacks the tippy-top base of your cunt, your neck flaring with rays of pheromones that make Nanami grunt.

Jaw unfastening, his mouth drips open with the gluey remnants of your sap. “Can you ngh- feel it?” Opened wide enough that you could feel his hot maw engulfing all of you - every ribbony ounce of slick that puddled at the back of his throat. “Feel me- hah, can’t fucking get enough.”

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, Ken–” Your head dangles back, clawing towards the distant end of his table to hold onto your sanity. “-m-more.”

“More…m-more?”

Fuck- you didn’t realize that Nanami was this pussydrunk. 

His husked baritone was lilting sooo much higher in volume and pitch that it made your head all fuzzy just to consider who this was. 

Hell, the man has to nip his teeth ‘round a frilly edge of your underwear and bite so that he can keep it all together. Right palm creeping back down, down to his aching cock-

And the other one of his hands paws depravedly at the plush of your dampened thighs to keep them open, he huffs out a breath into your glossy fluttering lips. “More…my wife wants more.” And it hurt- ohhh, it hurt him so much to move himself even the tiniest distance away from where he was closest to your teary pussy.

Declaring a temporary goodbye with a prolonged sniff at the saccharine scent of your entrance, he’s craning his heavy head back up to you. “Spit.”

Your breath catches, inner omega crooning. “Wh-what?”

“Spit.” And before you know it, a hand darts out to smush your puffed cheeks easily together. The mean ovals of his sensory tips digging into your flesh, it’s enough to make you whine. “Spit in my mouth, my love.”

Slowly, stupidly you do - right smack-dab onto the wide plane of Nanami’s tongue and it makes him groan, hands squeezing ‘round his drenched base.

A thin line of it overspills from the side of his lips; and your husband’s crooning coaxingly at you to wrench open your slick-stucken legs further open before he gifts a steady wad of saliva over your sloppy hole.

Brushing his thumb over the lines of juices that stick to your panties, Nanami bites the edges of his glinting teeth into the side and riiiiips–! it off of you in a nanosecond. 

“K-Ken, what are you- oh mmpf–!” 

You’re mewling, pearly tears shattering your vision just as soon as his plump, velvety lips immediately latch to your clit and suck. The handsome hollows of his cheeks cushioning your sensitive bundle of nerves, it’s all it takes for you to throw your head back and clench.

“Open- need these legs hah- open-” He’s hissing into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice making your poor clit buzz. And shit, does Nanami enjoy the viscid globs of slick this makes you let out, pumping his vein-covered shaft angrily.

“Can’t–” Your moans were his favorite song, coloring the tips of his ears all innocently pink. “-can’t even feel my n-ngh legs!”

Cooing from down under, “Awww, need me to h-hold ‘em, my wife?” It’s only a few roaring heartbeats before you feel one of his palms shuffle underneath your knees to keep them pliably steady. Scuttling you further down his table- “S’alright, s’alright m’here.”

“K-Kento.”

“Tha’s riiiight, Kento’s here.” Suddenly your hit with a wave of relaxing pheromones once the very rounded berry tip of his digit comes rovering across your outer pussy. Collecting shimmering gumdrops of slick to plop into his mouth, “Kento’s here- so be a good girl n’ let your husband take care of it allll, darlin’.”

He’s swivelin’ the chilling band of his wedding ring around your rubbery hole, stretching and stretching until you’re gulping down every solid inch. 

And if Nanami’s fingers were this long n’ girthy, it made your mouth water to think of how long he might be down there.

“Oh- you’re so g-good, can feel you in so so deep.”

Nearly five or six inches probing your gummy walls all the way down to his pointed knuckles, you hiccup every time his perfectly manicured fingernail scraped the mushy patch of your g-spot. “Please- please, baby- J-just a lil’ more.”

“Fuck! Gonna be the d-death of me…” His breath tickles the crevice of your bloated pussylips, the slimy fringe of his tongue wanders over with a last few rolls on top of your hooded clit. Sticking right where you were bulging with his barreling finger to bully dually inside, “Gonna- gonna.”

And he’s stretching you out with both his tongue and a second finger.

Pulling your soft hole taut around the circumference of both eager appendages, Nanami bustles just a few inches of his fingers inside before he curls them into the roof of your cunt and makes you yelp.

“S-so close—” Your words come out botched through tears and whines and your cunt, “Wan’ you to h-hit it- oh my god, please.”

A fatly syrupy dewdrop of sap treacles out of you, which Nanami spits out gladly back into where you were leaking the most. “H-heh, she’s talkin’.” Squelch after squelch after squelch drawn out every time he’s crashing his tongue to tug your snug channel even wider. He’s even slowing down the filthy fapping motions of his hand just to hear you louder. “Sh-she’s talking t’me- ngh! Oh, hellooo– ya want me to t-touch this g-spot, my wife?” 

You’re bubbling out spitballs of answers but all of it is drowned out by every waterlogged pump - more like thrashes. Hits piled upon hits that leave your velvety walls all bruised with the circular outlines of his two, no, now three rummaging fingerpads. 

“S’that right, hmm–?” Not even talking to you at this point - but with your pussy. He nods his unsteady, blushing features, “Y-you want me to oh…”

Just then, his fingers are so lengthy that Nanami accidentally cruises a direct hit to your g-spot without even trying. 

It makes your heated insides squeeze around his digits, laminating every patch of skin from rotund fingertip to pale knuckles with all your frothy juices. Head tumbling back, “Th-there. There there there- Ken–!”

“Here- here.”

He’s rasping out with every breath, every whack into the tenderized area where your g-spot was targeted. Pumping and pumping- shit, Nanami’s so gone on your pussy that he’s letting go of his pulsating shaft to latch onto your hips and make you grind back into his face.

In long, slobbering drags that rub your folds raw on his attractive features, his broad chest wheezes after every one of your swervin’ gyrations. 

You clench your legs, ruffling the strands of his usually-tide blond hair, and he’s only pushing your thighs together snugger. Grunting throatily, “Don’t even need hah- air when I’ve got her.”

“I-I’m close–” You’re trilling out, your nails digging deeply into the firm wood of the table. “Not gonna- ngh- last.”

“S’that sooo—” Already feeling the curve of his sleazy grin on your swollen lips, it’s as if he now can’t decide between flopping his tongue inside to tugging your perked, pretty clit. “S’she sayin’ the ngh- same thing?” Planting a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers to make your cunt quiver with a slurp, “She is. Cum f’me then- cum all over my face, darlin’.”

And you don’t just cum, you’re making such a mess.

Your hips twistin’ to push back and ride the sharp ridge of Nanami’s nose back and forth back and forth back and forth. Every snaggling catch of his fingers on your g-spot makes your toes arch adorably, your sweat-simmered spine following. 

“M’cum- hngh- fuck! M’cumming, Ken.”

“H-heh, I knowww–” Nanami feels his chubby tip twitch at the use of that lil’ nickname again, weighty balls pulsing to the very same rhythm as your cunt was right now. He’s letting out a carnal voicing of your name as he hits your g-spot deeply. “-she told me, my love.”

Ears popped, you’re barely even catching his lecherous words. The mosaic of your vision blotching with pure stars like they did in cartoons, heavy tears coating your cheeks. It just felt too good. 

And, ah, just because you’d reached your waves of bliss - was riding through those peaks upon peaks of euphoria with every passing second - didn’t mean that Nanami was going to stop.

In fact, he’s throwing his free hand tighter around your waist and pinning you dead-on onto his face, the lashing tip of his tongue drawing out more n’ more zips of white-hot electricity from your core. He was still eating you out like a man starved. 

Rendering you speechless, you cry– “Wait- wait wait wait, I-I’m so sensitive.”

“Good.”

Purposefully murmured with his spit-slicked lips wrapped precisely ‘round your throbbing clit, you’re pounding your fist down on top of the office table until its hinges ricket. 

Bang! Bang! Bang! 

Until it stops just as soon as it started when Nanami catches the knob of your clit with his sharpened canines and bites. And then you shriek, then you see white, then you’re squirting - right down onto your husband who gapes. 

“I-it feels so wet.”

“Go on—” He’s coaxing the torrenting sprays out of you with every curled thrash of his fingers, grinning. Wild. “Go on go on go on, make a mess. M-make a mess f’me.”

Splashing right onto the apples of his cheekbones, he’s flapping his eyes half-shut so that you’re drenching him all your juices. 

Your maw slacking open as your second orgasm is pulled out of you, body wracking with sensitivity, “Please- p-please.” Your glassy pupils swirl in the exact dumbified circles as he was tracing on your clit, “-Ken.” 

But even that special name of his doesn’t reel Nanami Kento out of his stupor. 

He’s so pussydrunk, so addicted to making out with every squirting splosh of your pussy that he’s overstimulating you stupid. Slurping it up in viscid, eloooongated noises which ring across all four walls and into the pheromone-fogged air. 

He thinks he could cum from this, he’s so close to cumming from just this.

Seemingly forever before Nanami leaves a final slap! of the flat underside of his mushy wet muscle on your leaking slope. Cheeks hollowing with a final sluuuuuurp–!

At least, it was meant to be final. 

But even as he’s unlatching himself, the alpha can’t bring himself not even six inches away from your spilling pussy before he presses back in with a pained growl. Snarl bared, eyes drooping- once. Twice. Thrice. 

“Can’t- can’t-” He’s rumbling out, smoky, and you sense his scent start to grow addicted all over again. Lurching you with a thorough repeated tugs to smooch your cunt some more, Nanami emits a narrowed breath through every kiss. “Can’t move- ngh- fuck.”

“Kentooo—” Your lips flap with the salted flavor of your own tears, trying (and failing) to move onto your tip-toes and remove yourself from your husband’s relentless mouth. Head turned to him, “I-I want you to fuck me, baby.”

And Nanami flinches. Breathing out a ragged, “T-to what?”

You’re blinking your tears back from your dilated irises, lips almost too wobbly to drag out the words. “To fuck- mmpf–!”

SLAM!

You don’t know if the thundering noise is from the way you’re slammed horizontally back onto your front, or the way that Nanami smashes his open palm down right beside your lolling head. 

Fingertips twitching, yearning for but a single graze of your face. You’re left helpless as all his Herculean muscles come pinning down your greedy body - firmer and firmer until he’s practically melting into you.

He was so big. 

All eight mounds of his washboard abs peeking through his torn button-up and sliiiiding down your spine. Hips pressing down on hips, scent glands brushing against yours. You still had your thin satin blouse on, and yet you could count each n’ every hammer of his roaring heartbeat.

“Watch what you s-say.” Nanami warns, the points of his teeth nibbling along where your perfume was emanating out in clouds and bursts. Needy needy needy. 

And so pretty.

“Wh-why?” You huff out, barely given the opportunity to even think of pouting until Nanami seemingly reads your mind and sinks his own teeth into the flesh. Draaaaagging. 

“Because-” Faintly, you’re feeling one of his hands straily lumber down to where his ravaged cock was sobbing. The stout end of his knobbled thumb comes to plug up his leaking orifice as Nanami’s teeth scrape your throat. Lips pulled into a snarl, “-m’got gonna fuck you like a gentleman, my wife.”

His words were dangerous. Savage. 

Looking the part, too; flushed, intense eyes all half-lidded, curtained partly by his thick blond bangs. And Nanami was glistening with the wettened remnants of your juices, all the way from the blushing apples of his cheeks to drip! drip! drip! in a translucent polish down his sharp jawline.

For the moment, you and your omega are almost rendered soundless - almost. 

“Prove it, Ken.”

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Nanami doesn’t know whether it’s the rut or those words or simply you that make his heavy, fat cock flinch in one hand. That makes him throw his head back with a groan, that makes him grind his hips deeper into yours as he cums–

“Move this-” His trembling fingers clutch urgently around where your skirt was still hanging off of your hips. Well, not for long before he’s tearing it clean off. And then follows your blouse, your bra. “Move.”

Right in time for the glittering folds of your pussy to be showered in a thick topping of his creamy white seed. The pointed mound of his tip is frosting out such candied knots of sap that cling to your leaky pussylips - so much.

You’re whimpering at the scalding hot cum that sploshes down the rim of your entrance, dripping. Leaking. “Ken- o-oh my god did you just–”

“Shut up-” He’s snarling out, trying to muffle out the animalistic tonality in his voice but fuck, does he fail. You’re turning him into more of a damn beast than a man with the way your parched pussy quavers to swallow up his glossy droplets.

One of his stocky fingers come up to smear the webbed mess of it on your outer cunt and push it in– “Shut up n’ take it. S’all y-yours anyway, darlin’.”

Before you can untrap your maw from the substantial gloopy-like texture of your spittle, Nanami slouches his weight over your squirming body. Massive, veiny hands rested on either side of your head, he sliiiiides his still-agitated, rock-hard length between your puffed-up folds. 

Making sure you feel every single one of his zig-zagging veins from reaching from his tawny golden happy trail down to where he was pinpricking your clit with his thickset cockhead. Over and over.

“All of it.” Nanami whispers eventually, as your driveling hole oils his girth with enough layers of sap that it oozes down onto the office floor. 

His sweltering pants making your bodyhairs stand on end, you shiver a single one of his palms slither down to cup your tummy. Somewhere along the way, he draws a burning invisible line about halfway across your body. 

And you’re not granted even the chance to ask what he’s seemingly measuring out before a stubby, splittening caress between your jittery legs makes you see stars.

“All- all- of it s’ngh yours– s’got your n-name on it. Yours.” Nanami’s keening out with a raspy tone above the sloppy squelches that immediately start pouring out of your wet pussy. Restraining a firm grip on the curve of your hips to hold you still while he reels back and pushes and pushes– “Every. Single. Inch.”

He was so big that he was spearheading you with every single of his ten inches, too.

Pushing your eyes all the way to the backs of your head with the spheroid crown of his fat, bulbous tip. Every tiny buck makes you streeeeetch around the incredible roundness of his circumference, rubbin’ and rubbin’ your drooling entrance with his veiny shaft.

“Heh, we’re consummatin’ our marriage, my wife.”

“O-oh my–” Your mindlessly squealing pitch breaks, squeezing your silky walls to hug his head. “-it’s so- it’s so.”

“With ngh- just the tip, huh, my love?”

And as cute as it was that you’re pushing back and trying to run away from his relentless pursuit, Nanami doesn’t have the patience right now.

Just barely hanging on with enough sanity to dig his hand thoroughly enough to bruise your poor hips, the slicked sweat of his palm dampening your skin. “Wh-whaaat–?” With a quick, shocking spank on the right side of your ass cheek, he’s traaaawling you over like you were nothing but a pretty lil’ toy. “S’it to h-hah big?”

“It- it’s so…”

You were already proving his point without even speaking. He was just so big that his core flexes with sharp, jutting strikes just to fit inside you, hissing with every recoiling resistance of your tight entrance.

You’re moaning ridiculously after every pulverizing glide that makes his probing cockhead push even deeper. A sliver of sweat trickles down the side of Nanami’s temple and hits your back in a splat!

Darting up onto your unsteady elbows, you restlessly try to fuck back into his ruthless cadence. “Please- please, baby. More.”

He tilts your face up to scorch it with a few promises, “I’ve got it- Kento’s got you.” Smacking a hand ‘round your arched throat - manhandling you into a fucking headlock, your husband urges you to sink your teeth into his heated flesh.

“Bite. Bite n’ you’re gonna take more, m’kay?” Nanami’s whispering out like a mantra, pulling you to crash your lips with his own stern ones. “Like a good girl- like my g-good girl.” His other arm softly thumbing along the outlined tummy bulge he was fucking into you, “More more more more more- Want more- y-you’re gonna get it- ohhh, you’re gonna get it.”

The sudden change in angle makes the stinging mounds of your ass hit Nanami’s sharp pelvis with a sharp thwack! Bottoming out. 

“Good girl.” He utters, sounding like a man crazed. The sensitive skin of your glands roast with a lazy lick, cold metal of his glasses slipping down until they kiss your skin. “O-ohhhh good giiiirl l-look at you taking it like a- like a champ. Kissin’ me from th-the inside, my omega.”

And the only thing you can moan are softly gasping ohs! and yes! again and again as his bulging biceps tighten around your neck, pounding the goopy ends of your cunt with a firm hit.

All with swollen, long inches. 

Nanami was so fucking massive that he was kissin’ your sweetest, most tender spots without even trying. Just the massage of his plumply swollen veins over them make your mouth slobber, counting in your head each lightning bolt - about eight of them.

And Nanami? Nanami was falling apart.

He was slurring out mix n’ matches of syllables that resembled your name every time your heavenly, hot innards were clenching around his capped crown like a vice. 

“Y-you feel so good, Ken.” You’re calling out as his toned hips position underneath your ass cheeks to push against you until you were almost dangling in midair. “In s-soooo deep.”

“Yeah? Yeah?” He’s wheezing out with a speckling pinpricks of cum from before and a few fresh spurts swashing all over your base. Your knees buckle as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses in, “Keep those p-pretty eyes open, okay, my love? Wanna see you watch- ngh- watch me fill ‘er up, m’kay?”

It’s all you can do to nod to his crazed whims, darting your eyes down to where Nanami was pushing on the base of your spine to make you arch curvaceously.

Straining against the swollen flex of his biceps, oh, you were burnishing his tannish skin with gluey flecks of drool. Stupidly babbling, oh-so-dumb on his massive size. “Wh-where–?”

“Here-” He thwacks his mushy, ruby-red tip in a splurge against your g-spot, “Here- here- and here.” Three repeated times to make you lose your mind just as much as he was, “S’yours. All yours, my wife.”

“All mine. Ngh– mine, Ken.” You echo, your vision blurring at the sheer force that he was pushing into these thrusts. Hell, his own bulked hilt was rubbing raw and red with the slamming impacts.

“Yeah take it. Take it, aaaatta girl.”

His pace was filthy - it was feverish. Head drooping, eyes shuttering.

And a slimy winding river of slobber was starting to fall from Nanami’s curved grin every time he’s getting so fucking drunk on your pussy. Body scorching, neck aching for you to take him take him take him–

“Kento- oh!”

It only takes two accurate swings of his grip to flip you laid onto your back when his veiny cock pulled out.

Important documents fluttering about, this time you’re getting a goood look at Nanami Kento, your husband.

Glasses completely fogged and dangling, his drenched-through shirt barely hanging off of his broad shoulders, pants discarded somewhere along the line to bare you with the sheeny expanse of his muscular thighs. Nothing of the gentleman you once knew.

Thick clumps of saliva spatter as he cranes his head down to you and growls, glassy hazel eyes at you through the rare gaps in his blond bangs. 

Your inner omega simply purrs at the glinting sharpness of his elongated fangs, the sensitive splotches on your neck stinging with the primal urge to be bitten.

Nanami’s nose crinkles at the oversaturation of sweet, sweet pheromones, his own coming out in response. And a generous helping of saliva ribbons out onto your front with a splat! splat! splatter! and he only adds to the sleek mess by slapping his weighty, extended length between your pussylips and gawking as creamy pre puddles. 

Scratching out, “M’gonna fuck ya pregnant, darlin’. Just s-say the ngh- word.”

“Kento-” Boneless arms slipping around his burning neck and lugging his hulking body even closer, “-please.”

And that’s all it takes.

All it takes for something in Nanami to snap. All it takes for him to hastily align his leaking mushroomed tip with your trembling hole and ram you full all the way to your cervix again. Cratering a French kiss there, deep.

So big that he was digging into every adhesive-slicked mass of your walls, probing and probing until your snug cunt was pulled to your limits. 

To your whining impatience, he doesn’t move immediately - instead, you jaw gapes as he’s taking the time to lean down and kiss that round, cylindrical tummy bulge he was fucking into you. Soft lips skittering right over where his bulged tip was hitting, “M’gonna m-make you round n’ glowing, my omega.”

Before you know it, rugged palms slither down the underside of your thighs and fold you like a lawnchair. And into- fuck, a mating press.

A mating press.

The realization seems to strike Nanami at the very moment it strikes you - even though he was literally the one manhandling you into this pliable position. The dimples on his chin quivering as if he couldn’t fucking believe he had his lil’ wife bent like this for him.

And the base of his thickened cock swells. Close. 

All the breath leaving his full lungs, “S-so pretty.” Every syllable followed by a harsh plap! of skin-on-clammy-skin. Every syllable. He holds your thrashing legs easily apart, “So pretty a-and wet n’ m’gonna make her even wetter. Wanna make her full- make her…oh.”

“Sh-shit–” You can palpably feel yourself growing even more damp at the way his chiselled, sharp muscles move and tense with each thrust. A hand moving down–

“Move that fuckin’ hand.”

It wasn’t even a command, and yet you find yourself hurrying to listen. 

Watching with bated breath as his smoggy, pussydrunk eyes rest on the copious glittering droplets of slick escaping your bulged pussylips, even past his girth. And he only smiles- “S’th-this f’me, darlin’? Alllll f’me–?” Greedily licking his lips, he gropes your tits. “This turns- hah! turns ya on, huh? Getting bred?”

Squealing, “Y-yessss– wan’ it so bad- want you so bad, Kento, please.”

“Hmm…boy or girl?”

“Wh-what?” 

He’s only leaning down to rasp more gruffly against your eardrums, a behemoth of his palm patting down on the jiggling pouch inflating into your tummy. “Boy or girl?”

“G-girl.” You’re whimpering out mindlessly, pulse thundering even faster at the brilliant grin that splits across Nanami’s face. 

“Mmm– was thinkin’ th-the exact same.” And that wasn’t just the rut talking. Nanami treks a hand to gift your clit with a pinch and chuckles darkly as you flinch, “Easy- easy there.” Still not letting up, still hugging every inch of his throbbing cock on your cunt. “Guess I’ll be the ngh- strict parent then, hm?”

And the zaps of electricity rushing to your brain are too much, his cadence, his pheromones - his rut. It’s all so much that with only a few more vulgar strikes to your battered, bruised g-spot your mouth gulps a dumbstruck “K-Ken, I’m–”

Not even getting out the sentence before you arch your back into a geometrical semi-circle and throw yourself into your nth high of the night.

The edges of your vision tinging with black, it’s all you can do to claw your nails in red, red trailways down Nanami’s muscular back. Feeling every muggily glissading muscle as he pounded you into the desk through every blissful peak.

“Ngh- o-oh, my l- fuck. Fuck fuck fuck–!” Nanami’s voice takes on a whiny tinge at the feeling of your scalding hot insides molding around his pillaging shaft. So tight that he had to bite his lip and push down on your tummy to pull out after every paced thrust. “S-shooo soft.”

Orgasm feeling like nothing more than tingles, your vision tinges like a black vignette once you’re ogling up at Nanami’s pretty, pretty face. “Ken- Ken”

He’s rubbing a heart over your sparking clit with love, “Yes, my love–?”

“Want it i-inside, Ken.” Mindlessly, your inner omega spurs you to teeth over the tense muscles of his neck - over that particular spot. Walls massaged raw every second, “Want you t-to cum all i-insiiide-”

“Patience.” It’s all he says before rovering his hand somewhere above your head on the flat table and grasping his favorite lucky yellow tie. 

Before you can blink your tear-stained lashes, he loops it twice over your neck and ties - dragging you back with a simple pull of his bulky biceps. You look so pretty n’ helpless like this that he can’t help but feel his mouth water, spitting the excess between your kiss-swollen lips. 

“P-promise not to miss?” 

“Never. Wh-what did I tell you- s’all sh’alllll yours.”

Slurring. He couldn’t even speak properly - barely even breathing - before snapping his hips to yours so close that your tender pussymound scratches with his soaked-through tufts of tawn. Once. Twice. Before Nanami collapses on top of you and cums—

Your knees hitting your tits, legs shoved over his shoulders, ass stinging at the shaky jackhammer.

“T-taaake it. Take it n’ get p-pregnant. Get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant–” He whispers as thick, steamy hot cum starts pooling all the way into what feels like your gut. “Want it. Need it.”

Aching, swollen, almost painful sparks of white-hot pleasure running down his spine once he’s slamming a capped knee on top of the table and angling himself to pound and pound. 

“Ngh- s-so much–” Your hips thrash, lungs heaving with the weight of his happy caramel scent. “-so much so- fuck.”

He spits into your hanging open mouth. “Ohh m’gonna make a mess of you.” And as he rests his towering body closer on top of yours, you can feel the way Nanami’s meaty thighs tremble delicately with every shooting jetstream of cum spraying inside your deepest parts. The fingers toying with your clit move to pinch your folds together, he prattles. “A-all inshide now.”

Oh, you look so pretty with your pussylips so swollen and leaky. Frothed right on top with an ivory coating of his sap that dips in and out. Moaning, “I-inside?”

“Mhmmm– I-I’m gonna be a papa- a papa. Gonna t-take care of her n’ you don’t hafta lift- lift a finger, my love. I’ll t-take care of the feedin’ n’ the late nights and- and…” 

He was daydreaming right now and you were stunned. 

“M’gonna b-brush her ngh- hair n’ you’re gonna dress ‘er up all pretty.” He’s babbling just as awe-struck as you, “A-and then you’ll- you’ll feed her breakfast I ngh- made n’ we’ll both take her to school. Spoil her- n’ ohhh she’s gonna look just like you w-with my eyes n’ she’s mine and-”

“A-and?”

“-yours.” Every declaration followed by the most determined of thrusts. One, two, three, four, five more dolloping streams of thick seed that glues to your walls and slips n’ slides straightly down your cervix. Your womb. “Y-yours. Yours yours yours y-ngh! Yours.”

Milking himself for you.

Nanami drills into you like he’s gone feral; that vice-like restraint around your throat stopping him from both biting into you just yet and helping him trawl you up n’ down to take every single drop.

It could’ve been hours, maybe even days before you find your now-shrilling voice once more. 

“M-m’yours, too–” You’re whimpering out, gliding your hands through the sweat-matted valleys of his hair and pulling him. 

But, of course, Nanami Kento loved to be used by his wife this way.

“N’ I wan’ your knot, Ken.” You bat your lashes, already having felt the massive, thick ring swelling around his base. Yet another particularly hard drive leaves you gasping, he was just so big– if you’d thought his normal hilt was wide, then this would stretch you until you were crazed. “Please?”

Ah, there it was.

That magical word. 

And how could he ever say ‘no’ to his wife?

With a knobbly thumb hooked to your fucked-out entrance, he’s arching his back and squeeezing that incredible perimeter inside. It’s so damn large that he has to slouch back and gaze as his knot slaps and slaps your outer pussy.

Wisping out a few globules of buttery cum? Pre? Nanami didn’t even know anymore, just aware that he was sobbing from the purple plum-colored, split-end of his cock.

Canines bitten until he’s tasting metal, “Gonna take it- t-take it like a good girl. My ngh- good wife.” Nanami’s fighting to keep his weighted lids from falling shut, “Get you all plugged w-with my knot. S-so full you can’t even ngh- fit. Can’t even take anymore-”

“Yes, please- please give it t’me, Ken.” You’re scrambling on the table, left hand flapping away somewhere until he clings onto it and brings it up to his spit-soiled mouth.

Tenderly kissing the band of your wedding ring as his sloppy thumb pries apart your gluey-stuck folds and siiiiiiinks his knot in. Fully. Tightly. 

And as soon as it’s all in, you’re blinking back nonsensical stars and angels in your vision - sobbing at the sheer stretch. It’s so raw, so filling having him be connected deeply inside, the tender skin of his ballsack flinching after every one of your squeezes.

Knot digging into your walls so thorough and hot. 

And it’s as if for a second, your husband stops breathing. 

Enough for you to ask, “B-baby, are you okay?”

“N-no.” Comes Nanami’s strained, cracking whisper of an answer. So hoarse you almost couldn’t hear it, “No.”

And there’s no warning before Nanami flinches - viscerally, animalistically to surge his face into the crook of your neck and bite. Hard enough to draw blood.

You let out a soundless scream, mouth dropping into the perfect oh! at the euphoric feeling of his jagged canines ripping into your scent glands. Scents melding and mixing and becoming one, it’s as if ten more orgasms hit you at full force. 

And your husband - your mate - feels it, too. 

Because the combined strength of his slamming pound and his fist on top of the table is so much that one of the sturdy mahogany legs breaks in half. 

Sluggishly, your omega reminds you that it was your turn to reciprocate the possessive marking. 

“Ken…” Being held up by none other than his tie blocking most of your airway, you lift your dizzy head enough to kiss the swollen gland where the whisked caramel was the most potent. Biting down as hard as your ruined body could, “-m-mine.”

At the sensation, he gasps–

“Marry me.” Hips driving sloppily into yours all over again and again and again even though the knot prevented him from doing anything more than swervin’ grinds. It’s like he won’t stop - can’t stop. The crimson-stained plumpness of his lips smear all over your mark, your ring, your lips. “Marry me marry me- be my wife?”

“Kentoo–” you giggle out, shortly out of breath as he accurately scratches your g-spot carnally once more. 

His foggy, half-lidded eyes watch you closely as you interlink your left hands together and reach it up to his hazy line of vision. “We’re already married.”

“O-oh.”

And it seems he was genuinely so pussydrunk that it didn’t even register - couldn’t register doing anything but gyrating his v-line into you sensually. Slow, aching drags of his plump tip stirrin’ hearts out of your insides and the splashes of cum within. 

Over and over, while Nanami takes off whatever remnants were left of his shirt and lays his head between the valley of your tits. Grabbing a sweet handful whilst he sucks like he was trying to draw milk out already.

Desk broken, air saturated. 

And only once he feels his rounded knot softening the slightest bit, tugging himself out with a few lecherously slurping tugs, does he speak.

“S-s’a good thing our hck! company’s empty.” Nanami whispers, barely audible over the squelch! of his webbed mess of cum immediately flooding out of you. Raw white and messy. Depraved. 

As you gasp, he’s cracking your legs open. Oh? 

Kneeling down down down–

Oh. 

The pinkish tip of Nanami’s tongue hits your overstimulated, weeping pussy with a damp thwack! “Because we’re celebratin’ our honeymoon in every room of this building, my wife.”

A/N. Mwahaha I told y’all alpha Nanami was next <3