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"you've been weird," he said. not a question.

"i've been busy."

"no you haven't." he tilted his head slightly, teal eyes moving over your face with that quiet, surgical focus he usually reserved for reading a pitch. it was extremely unfair. "let me in."

"sae—"

"let me in."

you stepped back. because of course you did.

he came in and stood in the centre of your living room and looked at you and you looked anywhere but directly at him, which was its own problem because every angle of him was the problem.

"what's going on with you."

"nothing."

"you left my flat mid-conversation two weeks ago."

"i told you, i had—"

"you didn't have anything." flat. certain. "you're lying."

the silence stretched. you crossed your arms over your chest, a stupid defensive reflex and his eyes dropped to the motion and came back up. you wanted to sink into the floor and disappear forever.

"i'm fine. i just needed some space."

"from me."

"from… my situation?"

something shifted in his expression. not much. sae's face never gave him away completely. but his chin dipped slightly, eyes narrowing and you watched him file that sentence away and take it apart.

"what situation."

oh, you hated him.

"nothing. drop it."

he didn't drop it. he stepped closer. not crowding you, just… closer, one deliberate move that cut the distance in half and you felt your breath do something pathetic and uncoordinated.

"tell me."

"sae, i swear to god—"

"tell me."

and the way he said it the second time, quiet and low and with that absolute certainty that you would, something in your chest caved in.

"you're…" you pressed your lips together. hated the words before they were even out. "you're really difficult to be around sometimes. okay? you're… it's distracting. you're distracting. and i needed to not be distracted."

the silence after that was horrible.

then sae said, very quietly, "distracting."

"don't."

"how."

"sae."

"how am i distracting you."

your face was burning. he was looking at you with something that wasn't quite amusement but was adjacent to it, the faintest softening at the corners of that cold, pretty mouth and that was exactly the problem. that was the whole problem. you were staring at his mouth right now and your thighs were pressing together without your permission and you absolutely could not say any of this out loud.

except your face said it for you.

he went very still. then he stepped closer again. close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to hold his gaze, close enough that you could smell him, that specific warmth of clean skin and something underneath it that you'd catalogued against your will over the past month.

"you've been avoiding me," he said slowly, "because you're attracted to me."

"i hate you."

"that's not a no."

his hand came up and your heart lurched sideways, but he only tucked a piece of your hair back from your face. slow. deliberate. his fingers barely grazed your cheek and you felt it everywhere.

"you could've just said something," he said.

"sure. extremely easy thing to just say."

"it is."

"for you maybe. some of us have normal human feelings and get embarrassed."

something flickered through his expression. not quite a smile. but close. his hand stayed near your jaw, thumb just barely resting at the corner of your cheek.

"i've been waiting," he said, "for a while."

the bottom dropped out of your stomach. "you've been—"

"waiting." his thumb dragged slowly, just once, across your cheekbone. "for you to stop being so lukewarm about it."

you laughed before you could stop it, a short startled thing. "you're such an arse."

"yeah." he tilted your chin up. "come here."

he kissed like he did everything else. precise. purposeful. like he'd already decided exactly what he wanted and was taking it without apology. no fumbling, no hesitation, just his hand cupped around your jaw and his mouth on yours and the immediate, bone-deep relief of something you'd been tensed against for weeks finally letting go.

you grabbed his shirt.

he made a low sound against your mouth and walked you backward until the backs of your knees hit the sofa, then guided you down onto it, settling between your thighs with a composed ease that made you want to scream. he was still so collected. still him. meanwhile your hands were shaking slightly where they gripped his shoulders.

"sae—"

"i know." he pulled back just enough to look at you, teal eyes dragging down the length of you with that same quiet precision. whatever he saw made him dip back in, mouth at your jaw, your throat, your collarbone.

you pulled at his shirt. he helped you get it off.

and then you stopped thinking coherently for a while.

his hands were methodical and devastating, peeling your clothes off with a patience that was its own kind of cruelty, touching every inch of skin he uncovered like he was filing it away. you were already embarrassingly wet by the time he got your underwear off. he noticed and he didn't comment, just pressed two fingers against you and watched your face react.

"how long," he said.

"sae—"

"how long have you been like this." not asking, really. just taking inventory.

"weeks," you admitted, hips rolling without permission into his hand. "god, weeks."

he pressed his fingers in slowly, crooking them and your back arched off the sofa. "weeks," he repeated, like the word meant something. he worked you open with those two fingers, unhurried, watching every shift in your expression with that focused, unblinking attention he gave to things he actually cared about. the wet sound of it obscene in the quiet of the room. your thighs kept trying to close around his wrist and he kept you spread open with the flat of his forearm, not even looking down, just watching your face come undone.

"please," you managed. "sae, please, just—"

"just what."

"you know what."

he absolutely knew.

he pushed in slow and measured. you felt every inch of it, the thick stretch of him pressing you open, your fingers dug into his back and your breath came out broken and ragged. he stilled for a moment, buried to the hilt, watching you.

"okay?"

one word. quiet. that was the warmth he kept mostly buried, surfacing just briefly.

"yeah," you breathed. "yeah, move, please—"

who was he to deny such a simple request?

not gentle. not rough either, just relentless, that same focused precision, every stroke deep and deliberate like he was trying to make a point. you cried out and he swallowed the sound, mouth at yours, hips rolling into you again and again at a pace that built and built and never gave you anything to brace against. the slap of skin. the creak of the sofa beneath you. the low, controlled sound he made in the back of his throat when you clenched around him.

"s'been killing me," you gasped, "looking at you, every time i—"

"i know." he pulled back and drove forward and you choked on air. "i know."

he got a hand between you, thumb finding your clit and that was it. that was the end of coherent thought entirely. you said his name three times in a row like it was the only word left in you and came apart around him, thighs shaking on either side of his hips and he worked you through it without slowing, dragging it out until you were whimpering and overstimulated and clinging to his shoulders with your nails leaving little crescents in his skin. he followed not long after, pressing deep and going still with a quiet, ragged exhale into your hair.

catching your breath, you sink into the sofa next to the man who just unravelled you completely. you lay with your head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow. the living room was dim, your clothes somewhere on the floor, the sofa cushion half hanging off the edge. a mess. very unlike him.

his hand was moving through your hair. slow, absent. like he didn't realise he was doing it.

"you could've just told me," he said eventually. still calm. a little insufferable.

"you could've said something first," you pointed out.

a pause. "fair."

you tilted your head up to look at him. his teal eyes met yours, and that expression was there again, the one that wasn't quite a smile. the one that was maybe better than a smile, because it was real and it was rare and it was pointed entirely at you.

"for the record," he said quietly, "the avoidance was annoying."

"for the record," you said, "so are you."

an: in all honesty this came from a request about baby fever but idk writing about the thought of wanting to squeeze a child out of my vagina isn't really something i can say i enjoy. i tried switching it up a bit but idk. either way more sae smut YIPPIE

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you jolt.

sae's voice is low and rough with sleep, not angry, not amused exactly, just deeply, terribly aware. his eyes are open, watching you with that half-lidded look that does nothing good for your composure. he hasn't moved. he's just looking at you, jaw ticking once.

"i was sleeping," he says.

"i know," you say, a little breathless.

"and you're humping my thigh."

"i'm not humping—"

he moves his thigh, a slow deliberate press upward, and the sound that comes out of you is mortifying. his expression shifts, something tightening behind his eyes, a muscle in his throat working.

you feel it before you see it. the way his jaw sets. the decision being made.

"mhmm," he says, quiet, almost to himself.

then his hands find your hips and he flips you, pressing you back into the mattress with his thigh slotted firmly between your legs, his body warm and solid over yours. morning-rumpled and unhurried, he looks down at you with those teal eyes slightly dark.

"keep going," he murmurs.

"what?"

"you started something." his thumb traces your hip bone. "finish it."

your face goes hot. "sae…"

"grind on my thigh," he says, perfectly even, like he's telling you to drink water. "go on."

and somehow that's worse than if he'd said it mean. it's the patience in it. the control. sae watching you with those sleep-soft eyes while you roll your hips against him, shameless now because you've been caught and there's no point pretending, and the friction is so much better with him pressed close, with his hands guiding your rhythm, his thigh flexing deliberately under you.

"s'good," you breathe, fingers curling into his shirt.

"yeah?" a low sound in his chest, not quite a groan. barely.

you can feel him getting hard against your hip. feel the way his grip on you tightens just slightly, the rhythm you're keeping pushing against his control in a way he won't admit out loud. his jaw is tight. his breathing has gone careful in a way that means he's working to keep it even.

"sae," you gasp softly, the tension winding up fast.

"i know." his voice has dropped an octave.

and then his hand slides from your hip down between your bodies, his fingers pressing against your underwear right where you're soaked through, and the sound you make is nothing like the careful quiet noises from before. it's loud and genuine and a little broken.

"christ," he mutters under his breath.

he pulls the fabric aside and his fingers find you properly and then you're gone, genuinely gone, grinding and shaking and coming apart with his name falling out of your mouth in pieces while he works you through it with a patience that should be illegal, watching your face like he's cataloguing every second.

you're still shaking when he finally stills his hand.

the room is quiet. grey-lit and warm. outside a bird starts up somewhere distant.

sae doesn't say anything for a long moment. then he presses his lips to your temple, brief and almost careless, his hand resting flat and warm on your stomach.

"next time," he says quietly, mouth still close to your ear, "wake me up."

a pause.

"properly."

you can feel his heartbeat against your side, faster than he'd ever admit. the sheets are a wreck. your thighs are still trembling. and sae settles back against the pillow with his arm around your waist like he didn't just completely unravel you before seven in the morning, already closing his eyes again.

like he's going back to sleep.

like you're supposed to just lie here, wet and wrecked and wanting more, in the ruin of what started as a quiet little moment that you absolutely, definitely did not mean to start.

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“Oh, fuck yes- Toji– fuck fuck fuck-”

“Shhh shhh, s’alright. And since m’feeling so nice, I promise s’gonna be jus- hah- jus’ the tip.” he grins, eyes so greedy and crazed when he looks down at the way you’re sucking him up so greedily. Your pussy lips bulging around the top of his thick head. “M’kay?”

And Toji’s cock was already so big - so rock-hard - that no matter how much he’d split you apart on his cock before, just his fat head squeezing past your sloppy entrance feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. Your hazy brain. 

Fucking out every coherent thought out of you with each shallow grind up into your gummy walls just to fit inside. Slow, languid - just teasing you. 

“Hah- couldn’t ‘handle me’ my ass.” he’s spitting out from underneath you, mean fingers holding your precarious body still for him to pummel into. “The fuck are you hngh- doing now then, huh? Taking me so well.” 

An embarrassed mewl is being ripped from your throat when that little divot on the end of Toji’s cock is brushing against your sweet spots. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you realize that he’s just barely managed to squeeze his tip into your tight pussy, “I-I ngh-”

To which his palm comes down with a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass. 

“Jus’ the tip n’ you already can’t hah- speak?” he grins up at you, painful cock twitching with delight when you clench around him at the sting. Loving this slow, agonizing torture for the both of you. “Use your words properly, doll.”

You huff, nails digging into Toji’s plush pecs to stabilize yourself on top of him. “Thought I was too- hah- full. Thought I couldn’t handle havin’ you inside me again.”

“Heh- well what did I t-tell, ya?” he grunts, hips still thrusting - still pushing in mindless, semi-thrusts up. Wondering if you could feel his cum sloshing around inside you like he could. “As if I don’t know my girl’s pussy- As if I can’t handle this p-pussy. As if this pussy can’t handle me-” 

One hand dances back down to push further against your front. Dredging up every last glob of his seed down your sloppy cunt, forming a creamy ring at his base that he groans at. “Y’can handle it now, right?” The other glides the pads of his fingers across your needy clit, making you arch your body down in surprise. His cock slipping deeper down your pussy, “Fuuuuck yeah, you can definitely handle it now.”

“Toji.” you let out a warning. Your already-ravaged cunt so sensitive. Fingers tightening to leave neat little marks of red down his sculpted skin, “Thought you p-promised it was jus’ gonna be the ah- tip.”

Because his movements were getting deeper. Dangerous. 

Still shallow - but purposeful enough that you were sliding way past “just his tip”. And you could feel that sinfully prominent vein from about halfway down his shaft massaging against your sweet spots. 

Yet Toji only flashes you a devilish grin, no trace of guilt anywhere. Eyes half-lidded and devouring your adorable pout. “I did.” Giving you just barely enough time to relax before the hand firm on your stomach rests at your waist. Pulling - dragging you all the way down his massive cock. Tugged down like such a slut until he was buried balls-deep, your puffy folds kissing his hilt, your pelvis grinding against those tufts of black at his. “For now, that is.”

Ah, this is his favorite part.

He doesn’t waste even a second before making use of those muscled hips, giving you one, long thrust to haul your slobbering cunt all the way from the very end of his fat head down until he physically couldn’t anymore. 

Bruising. Fully. Fucking every false complaint out of you when his cock is finally hitting the back of your needy pussy. 

“Think s’time for you to handle all of me now, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Are you muted?”

Nanami Kento hated working overtime. And he especially hated having to sit at home on his desk, sighing during those droning online meetings which really could’ve been a five-minute conversation at work on Monday.

Which is where you came in.

“Mhm, of course m’muted, my love. Camera’s also off.” he answers your previous question with a slow, sensual drawl into your ear. Thumb gliding across your puffy cunt as he echoes patiently for the first time that hour, “But if you’re gonna be here then you better behave, my love.” Bouncing his knee to shuffle your quivering body where it was perched so prettily on his lap - and his aching, rock-hard cock. “Any deeper than the tip and you hngh- know how s’gonna end.”

A promise. 

But it’s been like this for so long now - too long, you think.

Your gummy walls squeeze desperately at that sensitive slit on Nanami’s length, lapping at his weeping precum. Wrists tugging uselessly where he’d tied them together behind your back with his familiar yellow tie. “But Ken, I really want-”

“I know I know, darling.” he presses a gentle kiss to the side of your pouty lips. Hushing those cute, whiny cries of yours that make his swollen cock twitch wildly, balls squeezing so painfully with the sweet sweet temptation to just stuff your tight pussy full. “But if I-”

“Nanami, have you completed the progress report for the client tomorrow?”

Instantly, your husband is in work mode, clearly his ragged voice lightly before hitting the Unmute button. “Yes, Higuruma I’ve…”

But oh his actions were anything but. 

Free hand still drawing quick, methodical circles on your clit - just daring you to make a noise while he continues so unfairly with the meeting as if nothing is happening. His deep voice rumbling in his chest with satisfaction, and yet you’re left helpless and aching for more.

“But Ken.” you breathe into his ear, just low enough that the microphone couldn’t pick up. Pushing past the vice-like hold that he had on your hips to seat his delicious cock further and further inside your gummy walls. “Wan’ more. Please, I’ve been patient for so long.”

“-and the charts from last week I’ll have to email.” Nanami rattles off, all business-like, the authoritative tone sending your cunt beading your juices all down his already-soaked cock. Hardened eyes brushing briefly against yours, though he still addresses his business partner, “I’ll make sure to take care of that later.”

And fuck the shivers this sends down your spine have you trembling in Nanami’s practised touch. 

Bucking your hips needily into his hand, your slick leaves a lewd little sheen all over his palm, his wrist, all the way down to that metal wrist watch digging into your skin.

“T-take care of it now, Ken.” you’re mewling stubbornly, fighting against those restraints. 

Letting your pussy lips fuck back into his thick cock. Deeper. Needier. Sucking him up so good that he’s letting go of your hips to mute himself again.

And fuck if you weren’t going to take the opportunity to just slam yourself down Nanami’s massive length, all the way until you could feel his abs against your ass. That little divot on his thick head smashing against your sweet spots, molding your plushy walls to the shape of his entire cock. 

“O-oh fuck.” he breathes, words cracking ever-so-slightly at the end. “The meeting- thought I said just the- hah you’re gonna be the death of me, my love.”

Before you can respond, Higuruma’s chuckling from behind the screen, cutting through the heady air in the room. “Heh, guess you’ve had enough of this since you’re already muted Nanami. Fair enough, I’ve kept you long enough.” 

And the words ring in the air, Nanami’s eyes unwavering from his laptop. Turned crazed as he looks to you, a hand already beginning to shut the screen.

“You’re free to go, make up your time with the wife or somethi-”

Slamming it closed. 

Followed shortly by you - being slammed onto the ground. Nanami’s hand underneath your face, cushioning the impact when you’re shoved face-first. Him mounting on you in a split second, strong thighs flexing with the effort to fuck you right there right then into the hardwood floor. Depraved. Animalistic. 

Not faltering for even a moment when he’s pulling you back by the tie digging into your wrists, sure to leave marks. Using the moment to watch the way your ass ripples every time he’s ramming into you. 

“Ken- fuck! Kento-” you sob like a mantra when he hikes up a leg of his to hit all those angles that have him bruising your sweet spots. Thrusts long, hard. Not leaving a single spot inside your gummy cunt untouched. “S’too good too good too good- hah- wan’ed this for so long since you were on that meeting. So hngh- close.”

“M-me too.” Nanami responds, sounding nothing like the put-together business man he was a few moments ago. Almost crazed now. Unpredictable. 

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. 

All it takes are a few filthy, nasty strokes of his sensitive cock into your snug pussy, of his fingers toying and teasing your clit - and then you’re cumming so fucking hard around him. 

Your walls sucking him in a smooth staccato like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of Nanami while he drills into you through the pleasure. Not even thinking twice before spilling into your greedy pussy himself. 

Thick, creamy spurts of cum that warm you from the inside out. Reaching all those hidden spots inside while he pumps it deeper and deeper.

“Oh, my love.” Nanami groans when he pools the seed dribbling out of your cunt with ease. Making a mess of your pussy down below, of that creamy ring at his hilt. “Don’t think m’done making up for my overtime yet.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Battle of wills

“Awww.” you hear Geto’s deep voice cooing softly in your ear. Running his mouth smugly - as if he wasn’t just smashing the angry, soaked tip of his cock into you right now. “You can’t even talk right now. You can’t even breathe.”

Fuck, if it was any less true then you might’ve argued - maybe spat out a hissy little comment. 

But, instead, you’re managing out a wet gurgle, Geto’s thick, ringed fingers tightening where they were wrapped prettily around your neck. “I-I-”

The other draws languid, torturous circles on your sensitive clit, just as teasing as the way his hips were just barely pushing past your sopping wet slit. Nudging your honeyed walls with only his fat head. “What was that, gorgeous?”

“I said.” you gasp, when your beloved boyfriend mercifully lets his grip loosen ever-so-slightly to let you answer. “I- I’m going to win the bet, Sugu.”

Ah, the bet. That stupid, thoughtless little challenge you’d posed just a few hours ago about who’d break first if Geto was to fuck your tight pussy with just his tip. 

Who knew it would end up with your face pushed into the silky covers of your pillow, both of you barely-lucid and losing your minds as Geto pounded into you as much as he allowed himself to? Both your pathetic prides holding back, just waiting for the other to break first.

Geto’s voice was tinged with amusement, something so dark and mellow as he purrs against the shell of your ear. Cold metal rings digging into your flesh, you choke. “Well then…” His sinful abs flex ominously against your back, “-we’ll just have to see, right?”

“H-hey!” you gasp for air when he slams his hips forwards, letting your dripping cunt envelope him all the way down to that wide rim of his slit. 

“What?” he muses in response, circles speeding up and so so messy on your sensitive nub now. “S’jus’ the tip right? Exactly what I did. I’m-” Before moving again, in sultry, purposeful rolls of his slutty hips back and forth. “-not gonna be the hah- one losing this bet.”

Fuck, you’d forgotten how competitive your boyfriend was - always going easy, until he decided he wanted to win.

Geto’s eyes flit between his fingers, blocking your airway, and the wide wide rim of your sloppy entrance being stretched upon his thick head. 

Shit, the sight itself was heavenly enough that it had him almost second-guessing his resolve and stuffing you full like he wanted to. Almost. 

“Close to surrender?” he’s panting out when a few more shallow, teasing half-strokes has your gummy walls clenching around him like you’re trying to drag out something delicious. Exactly the way he loves - exactly the way he’s addicted to. And, usually, Geto would tell you over and over how much he loves it - but, this time, his ego makes him simply leave a wet trail of kisses down your arched spine. Murmuring heatedly into your ear, “No shame in ngh- giving up, y’know.”

Harder. Deeper - almost. 

Squealing airily, “M’not- m’not giving up.”

Immediately, Geto’s chuckling when he squeezes your pretty neck tighter, “M’gonna choke you harder when you lie, gorgeous. Now tell me-” Just wringing out syrupy moans of his name with each push. Each urgent flick of his fingers on your clit - not even circles anymore, fuck no he was too far gone for that now. Just messy, senseless patterns. “Y’gonna lose like my ah- p-pretty girl or am I gonna hafta keep treating you like my bitch?”

“But-” you wheeze. 

“I hngh- also really wanna fuck this cute cunt properly, y’know/”

Your vision’s blurring now, lungs straining for air. Yet you’re so cockdrunk that all you can focus on is the lewd curve of Geto’s dick, barely even realizing when your hips are trying to inch down for more. Jolting with each rub of his thumb against your clit. 

Harder. Deeper. 

“Sugu!” you’re screaming when you recklessly slam yourself back to meet his ruthless cadence. All the way back until your ass was pressing flush against the v-line jutting out from Geto’s toned pelvis. Shoving his cock so deep inside your plushy cunt it felt like his fat tip was making its mark against your lungs.

You lost - gladly. 

And for all his confidence, Geto Suguru is shocked. Half-lidded eyes flying open, teeth biting down on his lower lip so hard with the effort to hold back his disbelieving moans it was like he was trying to draw blood. 

“O-oh oh my god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” he shudders, jaw falling slack, swollen cock colliding in and out with your needy cunt. 

You send him a delirious half-glance, “Are you ok-”

The hand rested around your throat immediately comes down - finally letting you breathe. Only to just slam your head back down onto the pillow so you can’t see how utterly fucked he was. Keeping you still, “Just shut up and cum f’me, gorgeous.”

And oh you do - all over Geto’s pretty cock, your elastic walls molding around him to feel every ridge and bump as he fucks you through your wave of high. Hard. Fast. Sending electricity down your veins every time he hits the bullseye of your g-spot. Over and over and-

“H-hey, Sugu-” your teary face manages to look up from the pillow. Gummy walls still spasming around him, “Best out of three?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - FIRST?!

It was a simple favor, really - just a way to help your dear best friend lose his virginity.

To shut up those adorable whines about how much he dreams of feeling your- a pussy wrapped around his cock. And when he looked to you for help with those dark, puppy-dog eyes? Well, how could you ever say no?

Which is why you have Choso splayed out on your mattress, hazy gaze bulging when you straddle his toned hips. Sliding his tight boxers down his thighs - fuck, he was massive. A delicate, innocent pink at his angry head, leaking endless precum all the way down, down, down his creamy length. 

“Jus’ the tip, right?” you hum. Cunt throbbing at the sight of his swollen cock twitching up in interest at the mere sound of your sultry tone. “Jus’ to have you feel me?”

“God, yes.” he whispers - barely even audible, when you slot his leaky tip between your puffy folds. Letting your pussy drool your sweet sweet juices all over him. “Yes yes yes hurry please need to feel you- just the tip just the-” Choso’s voice breaks when you just barely press him past that first ring of resistance. “Oh- oh fuuuuck this is what it feels like? Hngh-”

The stretch of his fat head inside was so sinful. So maddening and shit- if this was what it was like with barely half of his tip in, then it drove you insane to wonder what it’d be like if you took in all of him. Smirking, “Mhm? You hah- like this, Cho?”

Fuck, hearing that little nickname right now makes Choso get even girthier, cock swelling painfully to stretch your sloppy hole.

“L-like this?” he asks, voice ragged with genuine disbelief. Barely-lucidly bringing one of your hands up to his face to press a soft, lingering kiss. “Oh, baby, I l-love this.”

He’s inching his thick head in further and further, kissing down your neck wetly. 

You’re choking when he starts up a messy, urgent rut of his hips upwards - untimed and sloppy like he didn’t know how to use his unforgiving cock yet, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Just bare, shallow little thrusts that have your hole stretching out and molding to the shape of his needy tip. 

Babbling, “Fuck, what’ve you done to me? How can you f-feel so good- how can you-”

Over and over and-

“O-oh, Cho!” you gasp when he accidently brushes up against one of your hidden sweet spots. Eyes going wide, jaw falling into an awestruck “oh” at as you buck and clamp down so fucking tight around him. Begging, “There- fuck fuck there wan’ more- hngh wan’ more of you, please.” 

The only response you’re getting is a string of incoherent profanity. Shit, Choso thinks he’s gonna pass out - that he might just paint your pretty pussy white already. 

But because he couldn’t stand the embarrassment of that, he wraps his big arms so tight around your waist. Running a palm to cradle your scalp, he hisses when he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Can’t.” And the word has barely left his sagging lips before Choso gives an unplanned, jagged thrust up into your cunt. Body moving before his mind to bully his swollen cock inside, spreading your puffy folds along the veins down his length. “Can’t- just the tip- shouldn’t.” 

“S’okay, Cho–”

“But-”

You were his best friend. His favorite person - and he always did feel guilty for thinking of you, cock in hand, on those long lonely nights. So this is the last thing he should be doing. 

But, oh it was like a dam had been broken open, and despite his words, Choso’s mouth is salivating at the thought. 

Pushing in sweet, desperate bucks of his hips to just drag your sloppy pussy down deeper and deeper - unknowingly, all the way down to his soaked base. Yet Choso was still pushing and pushing deliriously. 

“Just the tip just the- shouldn’t do this-” he pants against your open mouth, nipping and sucking on your bottom lips. “Only ever ngh- dreamed of this.” Each word is punctured by a rough ram into your dripping cunt, molding your gummy walls to that upwards curve of his dick. Reeling out a honeyed ah! ah! ah! from you every time his pretty veins were pulsing against your sensitive spots. “Shouldn’t ohhh I shouldn’t- fuck!”

Choso loses the end of his sentence - and his sanity - when he dares take a greedy look downwards. 

Being met with the absolutely obscene sight of your poor cunt being split apart on him. Realizing he was now very much past his tip, veering into the dangerous territory of your pussy lips kissing his toned pelvis, milking him until there was nothing more. 

“Heh.” His glassy eyes look up when you giggle, “So much for hah- ‘jus’ the tip’, huh?”

Choso grins - a languid, pussydrunk grin you never thought you could even imagine on your sweet best friend. Purring lowly, “Oh, my girl.Because of you m’never gonna be satisfied with just the tip ever again.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Please, please, please

“Apology not accepted, brat.” Sukuna spits out over your blubbering cries, still holding your squirming hips so stupidly still around his fat tip. Nothing more, nothing less. “Nuh uh, this is all yer gonna get if you wanna hah- complain so much.”

Now, Ryomen Sukuna is a strong man, always has been. He hasn’t missed those concerned looks strangers give you when he’s out in public with you, or the way your coworkers’ eyes widened in shock when they first saw him. 

The strongest - for everything except you. 

So, when he overhears you gossiping with your little friends about how maybe he’s too big - how it’s a bit of a hassle to lose your ability to walk every night - then, well, that spiteful little part of himself decides it’s time to give you exactly what you want. 

You’re wriggling your ass downwards, gummy walls sucking him up trying to sink further and further down Sukuna’s dizzying cock, “B-but Kuna-” 

“B-b-but Kuna.” He mocks in a pitch higher than normal, two thick fingers coming up to squish your tear-stained cheeks together into an embarrassing pout. Smirking down greedily, “But what? You were runnin’ this pretty mouth earlier, what happened now, hm? Too cockdrunk?”

And fuck, he didn’t expect you to be in the state to think up an answer to that question - he didn’t think you even heard it at first, too busy trying to milk his cock for all he was worth. 

But oh you always did surprise him. 

Teary, overstimulated gaze locking with his dark one when you give an unsteady, determined nod. Whimpering, “F-fuck yes.” 

Unbeknownst to himself - and his little scheme to punish you - your lewd little answer has Sukuna’s hips jutting forwards. Bullying past your gummy resistance to spearhead just a tinge more than his fat head into your sloppy entrance. 

“O-oh.” he groans, dropping his head feverishly into the crook of your neck. Trying to get back some control over his own body, but shit just an ounce of the way your slutty cunt was massaging every ridge and curve of his swollen cock and the king of curses just breaks. He’s biting his sharp canines down on your lower lip in what can barely be called a kiss. Messy. “Oh you little minx. You evil, evil-” He gives a punctuated half-thrust. “-brat.”

And that’s all it takes for Sukuna to be drunk on your cunt. To sink his achingly hard cock in so deep that it has his heavy balls smacking your ass, his leaky tip pressing a harsh peck to your poor cervix. 

Deeper. 

Hips immediately snapping forwards to replicate those purposeful, long slams you were tittering about just earlier today. 

“You’re so fuckin- hah-” he sucks in a shaky breath when you clench down on him hard. Absent-mindedly, Sukuna toys his free thumb down to roll against your neglected clit, wondering if this was part of your evil plan. Spitting against your kiss-bitten lips, “-unfair. Riling me up, complaining about it being ‘too much’ n’ then taking it like such a slut.”

It’s all you can do to moan brokenly, “Wasn’t- wasn’t complaining.”

For this, you’re getting a punishing smack! to your ravaged clit, immediately followed by an apologetic circle of Sukuna’s fingers. Harder. “So now you’re gonna ngh- lie while m’fucking you like this?”

As if to prove his point - and maybe drag out a few more of your honeyed cries on his cock - he’s reeling his hips back. Letting his throbbing veins massage against every inch of your elastic walls until it was just the ends of his thick head left inside you now. “Really? Real confident for someone that was just begging for my cock, y’know.”

“N-no!” you gasp, panicked. Your ankles manage to lock around Sukuna’s sculpted waist, digging into those sinful dimples at the end of his spine to push his length in deeper - just the way you liked it. “No no no- ngh was a compliment. A compliment I swear! Was bragging ah-”

He leers oh so cockily, “Oh really?”

Only growing at your urgent nod, your glossy lips falling into such a pretty pout, “Promise. Would n-never hah- complain about your cock, Kuna.”

Fuck, did you know how to drive him insane. 

To have him playing right into your pretty lil’ hands. 

Because each and every word spilling out of your delirious mouth has Sukuna fucking you deeper and deeper into the mattress. So animalistic with the way he was plunging into you like some glorified sextoy, the curve of his dick rubbing spots inside your gummy walls that you didn’t even know existed. That have you seeing stars. That have him forgetting that stupid promise of “just the tip”.

Too big? Fucking hilarious, you were lucky if you could make it out alive tonight with the way all the blood in his massive body was rushing to Sukuna’s dick, stretching him to an obscene girth. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he’s grunting with each nudge against your cervix, your g-spot. Bruising you from the inside out. “Well then…” He’s wrestling your nodding face towards him, thrusts growing more and more erratic with each moan. “-let’s give you some more to brag about, hm?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - (Mind)break!

No one would believe their ears if they could see the great Gojo Satoru right about now. That Gojo Satoru? The strongest? The cocky lil’ shit that upturned desks and skipped out on every single jujutsu meeting?

Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that came straight to you after a particularly taxing jujutsu mission, eyes wide - crazed, a feral grin on him that’d never left. Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that had to take only one look at you before ripping your poor clothes off, pent-up jujutsu still thrumming behind his fingers where he folded you into such a mean mating press. Making you cum over and over selfishly while he hasn’t even once. 

Of course. 

But here he was - around your third orgasm, his face buried nose-deep at your erratic pulse, powerful hips jerky and stuttering while he tried to keep his swollen cock controlled, buried inside your heavenly cunt still only till that pretty pink slit at his head. 

Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he didn’t want to break you just yet. 

“Aww, look at you- fuck!” Gojo whines when the tip of his sensitive cock brushes up against another one of your sweet spots. Reeling back ever-so-slightly to spit right onto your bulging cunt once. Twice. “Fuck just look at you, sweetheart.”

And before you can react, a large hand is enveloping your cheeks. Sending a buzz of electricity from his touch to where he was tilting your head down, forcing you to look at the obscene sight below you. 

Your ravaged cunt all messy and glistening with the excess of Gojo’s saliva, slobbering even filthier down the head of his unforgiving cock. Red and angry, each slow, controlled grind just begging for you to take him whole. 

The little gasp that leaves your candied lips is enough for Gojo to moan gutturally, “Ohhh look at that- look at that. Makes me wanna hah-” His ragged words trail off, thighs flexing like they were about to shove himself up, up, up and- only for your boyfriend to gather whatever’s left of his sanity with a sharp intake of breath. “-wanna break you.”

Stubbornly, you jut out your kiss-bitten lower lip, grinding your hips up pathetically to try and take some more greedy inches for yourself. “Why not? Wan’ more than jus’ the tip, gimme ngh all of it.”

“Heh, my needy girl. So- so cock-hungry, huh?” Gojo spits, another steady stream of saliva hitting your waiting tongue- wait, when did you even let it loll out like that? He plows on, thumb gliding over to gloss it over your lips. “Wish I could- ohhh I wish so bad. But m’too fuckin’ hah- worked up after that mission. Can’t handle- can’t control hngh-”

Each word sounds stilted - pained. And Gojo’s giving minute, almost-unidentifiable thrusts puncturing each one. Slowly but surely losing his sanity as well as his restraint. 

If either of you were in any better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed that glowing tinge in his hazy eyes, the little crackles of purple lighting dancing down his milky skin. 

But, no, instead you’re whining, “I don’t care, Toru–”

“No you d-don’t get to do that.” he gasps, eyes going wide at that unfair nickname. Giving a dangerous half-thrust into your gummy walls. “No no no no you don’t get to do that. M’only giving you the tip right now.” And you’re being gifted a messy little graze of Gojo’s plump lips against your own, hissing when you bite down. “Don’t know the ngh- extent of my power. S’unstable- could kill- hah destroy-”

“You talk too much.” 

Gojo can sense it before it happens - of course he can. And he knows he should stop it, for the safety of you and less importantly, the entirety of Japan. He knows he should keep fucking you with just his fat head, keeping as much composure as possible. 

But Gojo lets it happen anyway.

Letting those wobbly legs of yours dangling around his broad shoulders lock in an instant to just nudge his body forwards. Sighing when you feel the stretch of his rock-hard cock making their mark past his thick head. 

The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining too bright that they burst into little shards of energy.

Yet it doesn’t matter to you or Gojo, his electric-blue eyes burning bright into the darkness. Tiny flicks of lightning illuminating your ruined bedroom as his entire body stiffens for a split-second. Jolting like he’d come to life - and in one, fluid movement, he was buried inside your tight pussy. Fully. 

Fuck, Gojo’s stretched so taut. Something ugly, dangerous snapping in him when that’s all it takes for him to be releasing thick rope after rope of his seed. Cumming and cumming so hard it’s like he can’t stop. Won’t stop. 

Knows he won’t for a very, very long time even when you reach your high for the fourth time that night. Milking him for every single drop. 

Even when his cum paints your gummy walls a white to match his hair, filling you up so much that it overspills. Forming a lewd little pool below that makes you tremble impossibly deeper down Gojo’s still hard cock. 

And the only thing you can hear in the moment the low crackle of jujutsu in the suddenly pressurized air, and the sinful squelches as Gojo steadies his hips back dangerously. Readying. Letting out a raspy, barely-audible whisper, “If we make it out of this alive, remind me to buy you plan B, sweetheart.”

A/N. Tony stop writing Higuruma cameos challenge GO! (Failed)

rin itoshi

rin has the energy of someone perpetually two minutes away from grabbing you by the collar. not chaotic. controlled. coiled. you'll say something or look a certain way and you can physically watch the restraint click into place behind his eyes. he holds it together. barely.

he's competitive in everything and sex is not an exception. if you're feeling good, he's going to make sure you're completely ruined. rin treats your pleasure like a personal challenge and approaches it with the same obsessive focus he brings to everything else he's ever decided to be the best at.

rin goes feral for eye contact. if you look away when it's getting too intense, he'll find your jaw with his hand and guide your face back. "look at me." quieter than you'd expect. barely above a murmur. he needs to see it. needs to watch what he's doing to you and confirm it with his own eyes. when you finally break, when your mouth falls open and your eyes go wet and glassy, he doesn't look away for a second.

the sounds he makes are the thing that breaks you every time. every emotion compressed and managed, but during sex rin itoshi makes broken, helpless sounds that don't belong to the composed boy you know outside this room. ragged breathing. low, rough groans when he's close. your name like it got knocked out of him.

rin's been inside you for what feels like forever and you're already coming down from your second and he hasn't stopped. hasn't even slowed down.

"rin— rin, i can't—"

"you can."

"it's— it's too much, i—"

"no it's not." his hand slides down your stomach, thumb finding your clit, and your whole body jerks. "you're gonna come on my cock again and you're gonna look at me when you do it. understand?"

the sound that comes out of you is embarrassing. wrecked and wet and high-pitched and his jaw goes tight when he hears it, the muscle in his cheek flickering, and he pushes deeper. harder. grinds in until your vision blurs and your nails are breaking the skin of his forearm and you're crying, properly crying, tears running sideways into your hair.

"there," he breathes, watching your face fall apart. "there you go. that's what i want. that's exactly it."

"rin— oh god, rin—"

"say it again." his rhythm stutters for just a second before picking up harder, relentless. "my name. keep saying it."

you do. you say his name like a prayer and like a curse and like the only word left in you, and he makes a sound like something got knocked loose inside him, rough and uncontrolled, his forehead dropping to yours.

"you feel so fucking good," he says, voice cracked open, barely his own. "so good, so perfect, you're mine— you're mine, say you're mine—"

you tell him. and when you feel him shudder apart above you, jaw clenched and eyes squeezing shut despite himself, you think you've never seen anything more honest in your life.

michael kaiser

kaiser is the most transparent when it comes to sex, which somehow makes him more dangerous. he looks at you like he's already imagining it and he knows you know. he actually finds it amusing. he wants you slightly off-balance. not scared. just tilted, off your axis, reaching for footing you've already lost.

he talks constantly. kaiser's mouth is always going and in bed this is no different. the dirty talk is fluid and unhurried, like he's narrating something happening to someone else, except his hips are doing something absolutely catastrophic and your ability to engage with language has completely short-circuited.

kaiser is big and he knows it and he uses this information deliberately. it always starts slow just to watch your expression change as you adjust. he'll hold your face in his hand and watch the way your eyes go unfocused as he pushes in inch by inch and say something obscene and affectionate simultaneously. and mean every word.

kaiser laughs during sex sometimes. not meanly, but with genuine amusement, usually when you say something desperate or when you're trying to hold yourself together and failing spectacularly. "you're already this wrecked and i've barely started, liebling. embarrassing." it's insufferable. and then he'll push in deep and hold it and watch your mouth fall open and the laughter goes quiet, replaced by something more focused, more hungry.

you told him to stop being smug about it and he tilted his head and smiled and now you're on his cock with both his hands on your hips controlling every single movement and you haven't been allowed to come yet.

"kaiser—"

"kaiser what." he tilts his hips and you gasp. "finish the sentence."

"please, i need—"

"you need what, liebling." he lifts you slightly, drops you back down, slow, and your thighs are shaking on either side of him. "you need this cock? is that what you're trying to say? because it sounds like you're trying to say that."

"please let me come," you say, and it sounds wrecked and small and you don't even care anymore. "please, please, i need—"

he considers it. his thumb traces over your lower lip and you open for him without thinking, and he watches that with his eyes going dark.

"look at you," he says softly. "so desperate you're drooling on my thumb. so full of me you can't think. this is what you look like when you're completely mine, do you know that?" his hips roll upward, slow and devastating. "you take me so well. every inch. like you were made for it. say you were made for it."

"i was— i was made for it, please—"

"there it is." something shifts in his expression. the smug edge drops into something rawer. "since you asked so nicely."

nagi seishiro

i think the best way to word this is that nagi kinda works with a delay? everything he does is low effort, unhurried. and then you'll be sitting next to him and his hand will find your thigh without any announcement and just... stay there. heavy. warm. and then move a slow inch. like he's got nowhere to be. and suddenly the lethargy is something else entirely.

in bed, he's slow and thorough in a way that should not be allowed. long, slow, grinding movements. his cock filling you up on every stroke while he watches your face with that half-lidded gaze and stays unhurried about it even as your back arches and your voice breaks and you're begging him, properly begging him, and he just adjusts the angle slightly and makes it somehow worse.

don't let the energy fool you though. when something catches his interest, nagi's attention is absolute. that thing you mentioned once, offhand, that felt really good. he remembered. he will use it against you.

he's most dangerous when he's between your thighs with no particular agenda and nowhere to be. eating you out with long, unhurried strokes of his tongue while you pull at his hair and whimper and he glances up with that half-lidded look and goes back to exactly what he was doing like you didn't say anything.

you don't remember how long nagi has been taking you apart between your legs. he hasn't fucked you yet and you've already come once and you're so close again you could scream.

"nagi— nagi, please—"

"mm."

"i need you to— god, please, just—"

"just what." he says it sleepy and unhurried and his fingers curl inside you and crook just slightly and the sound that rips out of you is involuntary. "that?"

"yes— yes, like that— nagi, please, i need you inside me—"

he pulls his fingers out slow. licks them clean without looking away from your face. and then he's settling between your thighs, finally, pushing in, and your whole body exhales around him like it's been waiting.

"nagi—"

"shhh." he doesn't speed up. just fills you, all the way, and breathes against your neck. "feel that?"

"yes—"

"all of it?" he rolls his hips. once. deep. you sob. "you're so wet. you wanted this so bad, huh."

"yes, nagi, please move, please—"

"i'll move," he murmurs, pulling back slow, pushing back in slower. "gonna take my time with you angel, till you're crying. you're close, aren't you." it's not a question. his palm slides under your lower back, tilting you up, and the angle changes and you feel him in your stomach. "gonna make you come on my cock until you can't remember anything else, okay?"

isagi yoichi

isagi burns. there's this current that runs through him, this constant low hum of drive and want that never powers down, and when he focuses it on you the intensity is slightly disorienting. he does nothing halfway. when he's in, he's completely in.

he'll say things during sex that come out way more sincere than dirty. "you feel so good, god," breathless, genuinely amazed, like he can't help it. it keeps slipping from filthy into something more honest, more exposed. the rawness of it has no performance behind it whatsoever.

he gets loud. he's a vocal person in general and that doesn't change in bed. low moans, sharp gasps, your name when he's close, broken and ragged. isagi has exactly zero poker face during sex and the rawness of that is its own kind of devastating.

has a thing for mornings. his hands are finding you while you're still figuring out where you are. warm and insistent and already hard against your back, mouth on your neck, saying your name like it's a question that has only one correct answer.

isagi has his face buried in your neck and his hips are stuttering and he keeps saying your name like a broken record and honestly you're both barely holding on.

"isagi—"

"yeah— yeah, i know, i—" a rough exhale. "you close?"

"yes— god, yes—"

"okay," he breathes, adjusting the angle, and hits something that makes you see white. "okay, i've got you— there, yeah? right there?"

"yes— yes, don't stop, please don't stop—"

"i've got you," he says again, and it sounds like a promise and a plea all at once. his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise. "god, you feel so fucking good, you don't even— i think about this all the time, i think about being inside you and i can't— you're so perfect, i can't stand it, i—"

the words are crumbling apart at the edges, losing structure, becoming something less like language and more like need. his rhythm is breaking too, hips snapping forward harder, less controlled, chasing something he can't quite reach yet.

"tell me you want it," he manages, voice wrecked. "tell me you want me to fill you up, please, i need to hear you say it—"

bunny iglesias

bunny carries himself like someone who's decided the world is a joke he's already in on. that loose, unhurried confidence. somehow that energy is worse when it's directed at you specifically. because it's not casual anymore. it's pointed. he's watching you the way someone watches a move they've already decided to make.

bunny flirts the way he plays: total confidence, improvisational ease that makes it look effortless even when it isn't. he'll say something that catches you completely off guard and then watch the effect with those dark, sharp eyes and smile slowly. you tell him he's too much. he agrees, cheerfully, and does it again.

he's attentive in a way that reads as devastating when you realise how closely he's been paying attention. he noticed what made you shiver three weeks ago and he hasn't forgotten and he will use that information with zero mercy. when he first pushes inside you his breath goes slow and controlled for just a moment, and you can feel how much he's holding back. "you good?" and when you say yes he exhales and starts to move and lets the composure go in pieces.

the sounds bunny makes are low and private, swallowed half the time, escaping anyway. sharp breath through his teeth when the angle shifts. a rough "dios mio" muttered into your hair when you do something that wrecks him. your name when he's close, said quietly, like it's something he's been sitting with.

bunny's been taking you apart for so long you've stopped keeping track of time and you're on your third orgasm and he still hasn't stopped touching you.

"bunny— i can't— i'm too—"

"shhh." his mouth drags across your collarbone. "you're fine."

"i'm not fine, i'm— oh god—"

"yeah," he says, and you can hear the smile in it even when you can't see his face. "i know."

he's inside you and moving and the pace is slow and rolling and absolutely merciless and his thumb hasn't left your clit and your brain has gone completely offline.

"bunny," you say, and it sounds like begging.

"yeah."

"i need— please—"

"what do you need." he lifts his head. looks at you. his eyes are dark and sharp and underneath the composure there's something raw and hungry and real. "tell me. be specific, amor. i want to hear exactly what you want from me."

you tell him. you tell him in specific, embarrassing, desperate detail and you watch his jaw go tight and his chest expand on a slow breath and something in his expression drops the rest of the way, the last of the composure sliding off like he can't hold it anymore.

"again," he says, voice lower. "say it again."

you do. and his hips snap forward, finally, hard and deep, and his hand wraps around the back of your knee and pushes it up and he goes deeper and you cry out and he groans against your throat, rough and unguarded and real.

"that's it," he breathes, and his rhythm builds, relentless. "that's exactly it. you feel so good taking me. so perfect, mira, look at yourself— taking everything i give you—"

an: TWO back to back multi character posts? who am i? anyways which characters should i also do i'm on a dry streak </3

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