paws and cotton tails ft. Sae Itoshi & Bunny inglesias
・❥・smut mdni time to spice things up in the relationship. hope you like costumes ;)
sae itoshi
the outfit was your idea, which means sae has exactly zero sympathy for you right now.
you'd bought it yourself. showed up at his door in that little black cat set, ears clipped into your hair, a thin collar with a bell sat at your throat and a tail plug already worked inside you before you even knocked. his expression didn't change. not really. but his eyes dragged down your body slow, that cold teal going just a few degrees warmer, and the pause before he spoke was longer than usual.
"you look ridiculous," he said. then he stepped aside and let you in.
he doesn't do soft with the cat thing. doesn't coo at you or call you precious or any of that nonsense. instead it's cruel and clinical and so fucking good. he'll grab the collar instead of your throat, just a two-fingered hook underneath the bell, and pull your face up to his. "sit," he says. flat. final. and he watches you do it. watches you lower yourself slowly, kneeling in front of him, and the corner of his mouth just barely moves.
he likes the tail most. likes knowing it's been inside you since before he even touched you. he'll reach around mid-fuck and tug it, not hard, just enough, and feel you clench around him immediately. "there," he'll say, like he solved a puzzle. like you're a puzzle. "that's what you needed."
he'll have you on all fours on the bed, face pressed into the sheets and ass tilted up, the little tail curled against your skin. he grips your hips and holds you exactly where he wants you and then he just takes his time lining up. doesn't rush. makes you feel every second of the wait. "you dressed up like this," he says, voice flat and contemptuous, "and you can't even hold still."
you whine. the bell on your collar chimes.
he's smirking hard. you feel it more than see it.
when he pushes in it's slow and thorough, every inch of him stretching you wide around the tail still seated inside you, the double fullness making your breath stutter and collapse in your chest. "s'too— hah—" you start. sae's hand comes down on the meat of your ass, not punishing, just sharp enough to make your whole body jolt. "i didn't ask," he says.
he fucks you like he plays. precise. economical even. every thrust landing exactly where he wants it, angle adjusted slightly until he finds the spot that makes your thighs shake and then he stays there over and over again grinding into it. "you're going to cum like that," he tells you. not a question. he reaches under you and finds your clit with two fingers, barely rubbing, just pressure, just enough. "since you went through all this trouble."
his dirty talk is mean in trademark quiet way. not theatrical, just true. "pathetic," he murmurs against the back of your neck when you start crying. "dressed up all pretty and begging already." he grabs the base of the tail and pulls it free, slow and the stretch of empty makes you sob, but you still feel just as stuffed with just his cock. the sounds you make aren't even words. it's just noise. just him, reducing you to noise.
when you cum he talks you through it like he's mildly inconvenienced. "there. go on. stop holding it." and you do. you fall apart completely, bell chiming softly as you shake, face wrecked against the mattress. sae doesn't stop. he keeps fucking you through it, into the oversensitivity and says nothing else until he finishes, buried deep and still, fingers gripping your hip so hard you'll have small bruises in the shape of him tomorrow.
he pulls out and looks at the mess. looks at you, ears askew, collar twisted, tail discarded on the sheet beside you. something in his face shifts, something that isn't quite soft but is the closest he gets. he fixes your ears. doesn't say anything. just straightens them, like that matters.
(he also takes a pic for future travels without you)
bunny iglesias
he bought the suit for you. that's the first thing you need to understand.
you didn't suggest it, didn't hint at it, didn't send a single screenshot to a single groupchat. you came over and found a box on his bed with a little bow on it and bunny sitting in the chair across the room, cap pulled low, that gentle smile already settled on his face. "try it on," he said, like he was suggesting you taste something he'd cooked.
the suit was white. a fluffy tail at the back, long ears on a headband, a corset-cut bodysuit that pushed your tits together and cut high on your hip, sheer white thigh-highs clipped to garters. you looked in the mirror and felt your face go hot.
when you came back out bunny's smile didn't get bigger. it just got slower.
"come here, conejita," he said. little bunny. and his voice was so gentle you almost didn't register what his hands were doing until they were already on you.
he's not cruel the way sae is. bunny's mean in this sweet, drifting way that gets under your skin differently. he'll cup your face and look at you like you're something wonderful and then say, "you look so dumb in this, you know that? so fucking dumb and pretty," and kiss your forehead before you can react.
he takes his time. always. bunny has this quality of being completely unhurried that should feel relaxing but instead builds something unbearable. he undresses himself while you kneel on the bed and he watches you watching him, and he smiles. "you're drooling," he says. you weren't (you were close to though). he tilts his head, all those light strands falling loose, the scars on his face catching the light. "actually… maybe i like that."
he fucks you on your back first. wants to see your face, he says. wants to watch the ears. he hooks your thigh up high and takes you apart slow and thorough, the fluff of the little tail pressing between you and the sheets, and he narrates it all in this quiet, conversational voice. "you feel that? that's all of me. you're taking it so well." a beat. "well. mostly well. your face is embarrassing, conejita."
"bunny, please—"
"please what." not a question. he knows. he just wants you to say it.
"please move, please, just—"
"just what? you're going to have to be specific." his hips roll, once, devastating, hitting deep, and you gasp and he watches you gasp with those big red eyes completely calm. "there? you wanted that?" he does it again. slower. "say yes."
"yes, yes, yes—"
"good girl." and then he actually moves and you feel it everywhere.
the dirty talk escalates as he gets closer. starts sweet and gets filthy, this gradual slide, like he can't help it. "you're so wet it's obscene," he murmurs. "such a mess. don't you have any shame, letting me do this to you?" he's bottoming out with every thrust now, the slap of skin loud and wet, your thighs shaking around him. "look at you," he breathes. "my little bunny. all stuffed full." he grabs the back of your knee and pushes it towards your chest, changing the angle and the sound you make makes his breath hitch for the first time. "oh," he says, softer. "there you are."
he comes undone quietly. you can feel it before you see it, the way his rhythm breaks slightly, the way his jaw tightens. he grabs your hip hard enough that it surprises both of you. "don't move," he says, and his voice has dropped a full octave and gone rough. "don't. move." he fucks into you deep and stays there, grinding, chasing it, and when he cums it's with his forehead dropped to your collarbone and a low, fractured sound that he clearly didn't mean to let out.
afterwards he just stays there. doesn't move for a long moment. breathes against your skin.
then he lifts his head and one of your bunny ears has fallen across your cheek and he looks at it and his face does something complicated. he reaches up and straightens it. and then his thumb brushes under your eye where your makeup has tracked down, slow and deliberate.
(he buys 10 more suits after this. one for each occassion)
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ft. vivien hugo, seishiro nagi, yoichi Isagi, reo mikage, michael kaiser, sae itoshi, rin itoshi, bunny iglesias!
cw: suggestive content, unfunnyness, why is everyone freaked out ts frying me
yoichi isagi!
seishiro nagi!
reo mikage!
michael kaiser!
sae itoshi!
rin itoshi!
vivien hugo!
bunny iglesias!
a/n: got this idea from an insta reel im genuinely devolving also don’t mind the Duolingo notification in viviens part IM SCREAMINGG
“just grind” he says almost like he depreciates you, not tearing his eyes apart from the screen.
you’re fully naked while he’s watching one of his last games. despite your pouts and whines (and his hard cock), he remains unfazed by you.
you swallow and straddle his thigh, eyes glued to his handsome face. he looks so good with his flat expression and silly bangs. your hands fist his shirt as you start dragging your hips against his beefy thigh, toned and exposed by his expensive boxers just for you.
you bite your lower lip when one of his hands rest on your plushy thigh, his thumb caressing your sensitive skin. a low moan leaves your mouth when you grind against him in a way that grazes your clit, and he glares at you. his teal eyes go from your face to your pussy on his thigh, feeling your slick covering his skin. “you’re fucking pathetic”
you moan and rest your forehead on his shoulder. “just touch me, sae” you whine, hips rocking faster. “c’mon, sae, please”. he ignores you. the only reaction you get is his fingers digging slightly into your thigh. you huff and moan, hand sneaking up to his strong neck as you lean in to kiss it.
“i said grind” he snaps, deadpan face yet slightly harsh tone, “why the fuck did you not understand? do i have to spell it out for you?”. his words only make your pussy more eager for him. you’re soaking his thigh, juices dripping down him and pooling on the couch. “sorry, baby” you say softly, lips pulling away from his neck. he nods quietly, his free hand palming his hard cock and adjusting it on place. you moan at the sight, fist tightening on the fabric of his shirt.
your hips move harsher, your thighs feel sore and you feel like you’re gonna cum in any moment. he won’t give you what you want because he’s watching the game in which he failed a penalty — for your fault. at least he believes so. you really thought it was a good idea to send him a selfie of yourself with the new sexy gown that you purchased.
what you didn’t think very much it was that he now would have to play rock hard. his focus left the moment he saw how it barely covered your cute ass. the screen is zoomed in when he’s about to kick the ball and it goes far away from the net, failing. the commentators say that it’s strange because sae never fails. his palm lands harshly on your butt as soon as he hears them and your nails dig further into his skin.
your thighs tense up and your back arches, filthy sounds leave your mouth as a wave of pleasure breaks through your body. you’re panting against him, expecting his forgiveness, when you feel his mouth against your cheekbone:
“good. now you’re going to suck my cock like a fucking dyson, you hear me? you’re going to choke on it like the little whore you are for grinding like an animal in heat against me”
his words only make turn you on even more, and of course you will comply him — you are glad to make it up for your mistake.
♡ ⸝⸝ post nut clarity w satoru 🤫 ! ❤︎₊ ⊹
cw: suggestive ⸝⸝ fluff
“holy shit.”
satoru let his head fall against the pillow with a soft thud, closing his eyes as he exhaled. his white hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and his chest heaved with each breath.
“i know,” you murmured. you brought your hand to your face and sighed softly.
“that was… i don’t even have words, i—” he trailed off, shaking his head.
then, without warning:
“i think i wanna marry you.”
suddenly, you were wide awake.
you blinked at him. "what?"
the words barely processed in your head. your mind still felt foggy from your orgasm, so the last thing you expected to hear was this.
“marry me,” he repeated, rolling onto his side to face you. a lazy grin tugged at his lips. “so we can do that a hundred more times.”
you stared into his eyes, searching for any sign that this was some sort of sick joke.
“you don’t mean that.” you chuckled awkwardly, averting your gaze.
“i do.” he said firmly. “this is not me officially asking but…" his voice softened "i just had to say it.”
without a word, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. your heart was racing as his confession sunk in. marriage? he wanted to get married? the thought alone made your stomach twist in knots.
after a beat, he whispered, “well...what do you say?” his voice quivered and you realized—satoru was scared.
you felt kind of bad for him. poor guy probably didn't even realize what he'd let it slip until it was too late. even though the idea of marriage frightened you a little, you turned to face him, a quiet smile breaking through.
You wake up to the faint sound of a distant whistle blowing. You rub your eyes to find Sae sitting against the headboard, watching soccer highlights.
“Seriously? You woke me up,” You complain.
“Sorry,” Sae responds absentmindedly. But he doesn't even look up from his phone.
“Really? You don’t seem sorry.” You scoot over to rest your elbows on his extended legs, looking directly at him as he continues to stare at his phone.
It can’t be that interesting, you think as an idea you know he’ll hate pops into your mind. Without a second's hesitation, you grab Sae’s phone. Usually he’d overpower an action like this, but it was so out of the blue that he did nothing but let you have it.
“What the…?” He trails off as you throw his phone across the room without looking back.
“Now will you pay attention to me? I just woke up—the least I could get is a kiss from my boyfriend.” You lilt the last word in a singsong voice you know will provoke Sae.
“A kiss. You threw my phone across the room for a kiss??” Sae’s looking at you now, alright. And he looks very, very unamused. He leans a bit closer, grabbing the wrist you just tossed his phone with. Your breath hitches at his touch.
“Sae— I wasn’t trying to be rude—”
“Shut it.” He pulls you even closer, onto his lap. “You wanted my attention? Well now you have it.” You squirm a little on his lap, his words making you a little wet. You look at him more closely now, and you can tell he’s probably tired too. His hair is unstyled and his bangs down in a way you’ve always adored—and his morning voice is more gravelly than you’re used to. Maybe that’s why he’s not putting up with your bullshit.
“Nothing to say now?” He says when he catches you staring. “I know you’re still waking up—but you can do that while riding my dick.”
You gasp at his blunt words, but he just sighs and pulls you more firmly against him. “Sae…” you try to reason with him. “This isn’t what I was trying to do at… seven in the morning.” You look at the clock to confirm your estimate.
“What, you wanted my attention, no? Now hands on the headboard.” His voice is gruff and commanding—and very hot.
Shakily, you comply. He slides your sleep shorts and underwear down and even your own eyebrows raise at the amount of slick already there. Thank god he spares you the embarrassment of mentioning it out loud.
He slides you up his chest a bit as he lowers his own pants down enough to release his cock. You couldn’t see it before since the sheets were covering it, but your eyes widen when tou realize how hard he is.
You expect him to be gentle as his tired eyes look down on you—but as you tentatively lift your hips over his crotch, preparing yourself to lower yourself into him gently, he thrusts up and forces you onto him in one brutal thrust. Your wince quickly turns into a groan as the fullness of his cock catches up to you.
“You like that?” He taunts, but he’s biting the inside of his cheek, and you can tell he’s trying to hide how much he’s liking this.
“Yes,” you gasp, starting to move a little—but not enough for Sae.
“Come on, you can do better than that.” His words are the opposite of encouraging, but he helps you out by cupping your ass and keeping his thumbs on your hips as he moves you back and forth.
“Saee—” you whine. It dissolves into a moan, though, when he rolls his hips to meet your movements.
“Look at me,” he says, using one hand to lift your chin up to meet his eyes. “Isn’t that what you wanted in the first place?” He punctuates his words with a thrust, and you nod frantically, choking out a yes. You didn’t notice when you stopped even trying to ride him—too overwhelmed with the sensations he was giving you.
“Tch. You can’t even fuck yourself on me, can you? Just too obsessed with my attention.” He’s looking you dead in the eyes, and his condescending words send a violent shiver down your spine.
“I can— I can Sae-!” Your last word ends on a high pitched whine as he takes full control—fucking into you from below. Your hands grip the headboard for dear life as he keeps the pace brutal. His hips snap up relentlessly, and the breathless sounds you make only spur him on.
“No,” he says, but it comes out more strained than he probably wanted. “You want my attention *and* my dick.” The force of his thrusts and the pure vulgarity of his words push you over the edge. You let out one final, guttural moan as you cream around his cock that’s still inside of you. He finishes shortly after with a groan of his own.
“Fuck—ngh—“ Sae lets out. “You really are an attention whore. my attention whore.” You collapse into his chest, and his arms pull you into an embrace. He burries his slightly sweaty forehead into the crook of your neck as you both come down from your highs.
“You threw my phone.” You roll your eyes as he reiterates his point.
“And you wouldn’t even look at me.” Sae scoffs and moves his hands to your shoulders, his eyes meeting yours.
“I look at you all the time. Just not when there’s soccer playing.”
“Romantic.” You mutter sarcastically. Sae snorts and kisses your cheek.
“Shower?” You nod in agreement and he places a small kiss to your cheek.
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You wake up to the faint sound of a distant whistle blowing. You rub your eyes to find Sae sitting against the headboard, watching soccer highlights.
“Seriously? You woke me up,” You complain.
“Sorry,” Sae responds absentmindedly. But he doesn't even look up from his phone.
“Really? You don’t seem sorry.” You scoot over to rest your elbows on his extended legs, looking directly at him as he continues to stare at his phone.
It can’t be that interesting, you think as an idea you know he’ll hate pops into your mind. Without a second's hesitation, you grab Sae’s phone. Usually he’d overpower an action like this, but it was so out of the blue that he did nothing but let you have it.
“What the…?” He trails off as you throw his phone across the room without looking back.
“Now will you pay attention to me? I just woke up—the least I could get is a kiss from my boyfriend.” You lilt the last word in a singsong voice you know will provoke Sae.
“A kiss. You threw my phone across the room for a kiss??” Sae’s looking at you now, alright. And he looks very, very unamused. He leans a bit closer, grabbing the wrist you just tossed his phone with. Your breath hitches at his touch.
“Sae— I wasn’t trying to be rude—”
“Shut it.” He pulls you even closer, onto his lap. “You wanted my attention? Well now you have it.” You squirm a little on his lap, his words making you a little wet. You look at him more closely now, and you can tell he’s probably tired too. His hair is unstyled and his bangs down in a way you’ve always adored—and his morning voice is more gravelly than you’re used to. Maybe that’s why he’s not putting up with your bullshit.
“Nothing to say now?” He says when he catches you staring. “I know you’re still waking up—but you can do that while riding my dick.”
You gasp at his blunt words, but he just sighs and pulls you more firmly against him. “Sae…” you try to reason with him. “This isn’t what I was trying to do at… seven in the morning.” You look at the clock to confirm your estimate.
“What, you wanted my attention, no? Now hands on the headboard.” His voice is gruff and commanding—and very hot.
Shakily, you comply. He slides your sleep shorts and underwear down and even your own eyebrows raise at the amount of slick already there. Thank god he spares you the embarrassment of mentioning it out loud.
He slides you up his chest a bit as he lowers his own pants down enough to release his cock. You couldn’t see it before since the sheets were covering it, but your eyes widen when tou realize how hard he is.
You expect him to be gentle as his tired eyes look down on you—but as you tentatively lift your hips over his crotch, preparing yourself to lower yourself into him gently, he thrusts up and forces you onto him in one brutal thrust. Your wince quickly turns into a groan as the fullness of his cock catches up to you.
“You like that?” He taunts, but he’s biting the inside of his cheek, and you can tell he’s trying to hide how much he’s liking this.
“Yes,” you gasp, starting to move a little—but not enough for Sae.
“Come on, you can do better than that.” His words are the opposite of encouraging, but he helps you out by cupping your ass and keeping his thumbs on your hips as he moves you back and forth.
“Saee—” you whine. It dissolves into a moan, though, when he rolls his hips to meet your movements.
“Look at me,” he says, using one hand to lift your chin up to meet his eyes. “Isn’t that what you wanted in the first place?” He punctuates his words with a thrust, and you nod frantically, choking out a yes. You didn’t notice when you stopped even trying to ride him—too overwhelmed with the sensations he was giving you.
“Tch. You can’t even fuck yourself on me, can you? Just too obsessed with my attention.” He’s looking you dead in the eyes, and his condescending words send a violent shiver down your spine.
“I can— I can Sae-!” Your last word ends on a high pitched whine as he takes full control—fucking into you from below. Your hands grip the headboard for dear life as he keeps the pace brutal. His hips snap up relentlessly, and the breathless sounds you make only spur him on.
“No,” he says, but it comes out more strained than he probably wanted. “You want my attention *and* my dick.” The force of his thrusts and the pure vulgarity of his words push you over the edge. You let out one final, guttural moan as you cream around his cock that’s still inside of you. He finishes shortly after with a groan of his own.
“Fuck—ngh—“ Sae lets out. “You really are an attention whore. my attention whore.” You collapse into his chest, and his arms pull you into an embrace. He burries his slightly sweaty forehead into the crook of your neck as you both come down from your highs.
“You threw my phone.” You roll your eyes as he reiterates his point.
“And you wouldn’t even look at me.” Sae scoffs and moves his hands to your shoulders, his eyes meeting yours.
“I look at you all the time. Just not when there’s soccer playing.”
“Romantic.” You mutter sarcastically. Sae snorts and kisses your cheek.
“Shower?” You nod in agreement and he places a small kiss to your cheek.
the sight of your breasts turns gojo on every. single. time. he’s constantly squeezing and kneading at them. sucking on them, nuzzling his face between them. it’s a bit excessive honestly…
tonight he has you spread out dripping wet and ready for him but his eyes drift elsewhere, they land on your plump breasts making him groan.
“…baby. i need to try something. please?” he says with pleading eyes leaning closer to your face.
you blink at him and tilt your head unsure of what he plans to do.
“like… what exactly?” you say blinking up at him as he hovers over you.
“i want to fuck your tits.” he says blatantly, you scoff and shrug before grabbing your breasts and pushing them together.
“fuck babe. i love you so much.” his hand moves to grab his shaft before slapping his cock on your tits.
the slight jiggle makes him grunt just from the sight. he shoves his cock between your breasts moving in and out slowly.
feeling the warmth of your breasts around his cock.
“ah fuck. this is fucking amazing.” he breathes out jerking his hips faster.
you can feel the head of his cock leak precum down your chest making you bite on your lip.
“baby i’m close.” he says panting as he continues to jerk his hips forward between your bouncing breasts.
and with one final snap of his hips he lets out a grunt before spilling his thick load all over your breasts. he smirks at the sight of his cum splattered across your chest.
“thats what i like to see.” he says slowly grinding his cock in and out from between your breasts again.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ hugo hates how you just easily plague his thoughts (esp when you’re blowing him while he’s with his book)
“ma bi-bichette… f-fuck… just—hahh—like that…”
maybe it wasn’t the hottest thing in the world, to be listening to a play through commentary of arsenal’s most recent game while your boyfriend was on his usual shenanigans of reading an empty book.
it really wasn’t hot, but you just love to see your boyfriend all flustered. the two of you were on his couch in front of the large windows overlooking the city where you were in.
for some reason—as much as you really didn’t want to admit it, it thrilled you to be the cause of such turmoil over your boyfriend. especially considering the fact that you didn’t really get to hang out with vivien during his season.
the sole purpose of even being here was to comfort him during stress, and well… of course, you want do your job.
he’s too uptight sometimes—especially now that arsenal tied with barcha—and to be against a fellow ng11? vivien wanted to up his game. he’d told you that he’d be in the living room listening to a play through commentary podcast thing.
and of course, he had a damn empty book.
you were in barcelona together! sure, maybe he does have a game to settle the tie, but he has time to practice any other day. here you were, all ready for him to take you and he was staring at blank pages, occasionally flipping the pages (this time, he’s using the book you’d gotten him from an artesian shop in morroco… much to your pleasure), but still!
you were next to him, on your knees while you slouched down and sucked his dick.
“chérie… you’re sucking t-too hard…” your boyfriend—whose voice usually lacked such vicarious emotion, was higher pitched; vivien’s lip was even quivering, and you could note his grip on his book shake.
he was enjoying this. that little furrow of his eyebrows told you. the fact that his hand on the curve of your back didn’t let go, did too.
vivien’s state in general was nothing short of absolutely disheveled—and you loved it.
“sure, mon chouchou, but aren’t you focused on your book?” you looked up, stroking his cock with your free hand while making eye contact. you were such a fucking tease, with sarcasm dripping from your words while you looked at him with such lust…
and god, you looked so fucking erotic; your pouty lips were swollen and your eyes were glassy.
your lips were on his tip, tongue swirling around the shaft while your hands—fuck, your cute manicured hands—were holding and jerking him off from the base.
“lemme care for you; you’ve been too stressed recently.”
vivien’s breathing was shallow, his onyx eyes staring you down as if he was practically trying to eat you. you didn’t get to give him the chance to respond though, as you went right back down, sucking his cock and making such pretty sounds of choking around his length.
he gasped, throwing his head back; the grip on your nightgown tightened and he put his book down. his hand that once held the book, now was on your head, gently tugging your hair while your tongue slid against the veins of his cock.
then he let out an amused chuckle mixed with a gasp. “c’mon, princesse… let’s take this somewhere else. i don’t want anyone else to see you like this.” (despite being several floors up in the sky).
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first hugo piece what do we think…? (idk how to feel about this…. i wrote this on 3 hours of sleep in the morning…)
you stand in front of your mirror touching up your makeup until you feel a pair of hands grope and squeeze your ass.
it’s your boyfriend, sae. who has a weird obsession with your ass.
he leans forward licking along your neck leaving little bites— the warmth of his body pressed against yours makes you feel tingly.
“sae…” you breathe out, feeling it harder to grasp your breath. every time he does this it turns you on like crazy.
he pulls your ass back against his growing bulge in his soccer shorts making you feel the hardness.
he groans against your neck letting out a shaky breath. “fffuck… you turn me on so much. it’s embarrassing.” his hand continues to squeeze your ass.
“please… let me fuck you right now.”
how could you ever say no to that? especially with how good he is in bed. you swallow hard nodding making him let out a groan before pulling your shorts down and his down immediately.
he grabs his shaft stroking it— brushing his thumb against the swollen head where precum beaded.
before lining it up with your pussy, one hand caressing your ass the other gripping onto his cock.
he slides his thick head in slowly making you both moan out. he inches himself in slowly making you full of him.
he grunts as he snaps his hips pushing his full length inside you as he bottoms out. you chew on your bottom lip arching your back more against him. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass turns him on even more. thrusting into you more aggressively as he low moans spill from him.
his length makes you feel full as you let out a soft moan. he fondles with your breasts and ass making you clench around him.
he lets out a low groan before spilling his hot load into you. “haah… fuck babe… you make me cum too quick. it’s pathetic honestly.” he says dropping his head on your back.
already getting hard again just from the sight of your ass.
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your boyfriend sae has little patience; you knew that, but you couldn’t resist wanting to try cockwarming with him. besides, he’s in the off-season and took some vacation days, so why not spend it spending time with you (and trying new sex positions!). he’s your lover after all, it’s best to take care of him.
“baby, sit still. can’t we stay here and just talk?” you were straddling your boyfriend, sitting on his cock while you played with his bangs (that were finally not up with his annoying gel).
he raised an eyebrow. “and talk about what?” it was rather evident that he was irritated. you didn't do anything wrong, of course; he was just like that because at this point, he was antsy for you to move. you've been like this for a good hour or so? god, he was really trying to telepathically tell you to move.
“well, not sure… how about our days tomorrow? i’m going to be quite busy.” you rolled your eyes, subconsciously bucking your hips forward and instilling a groan out of sae.
you were going to laugh. even the great sae itoshi of the amazing football club real, had his limits for sure. “yeah, with what?”
“babysitting rin’s baby tomorrow. he has a cute kid, i'm jealous like she’s so cute.”
sae's tone suddenly turned light, “so would you want one?” “yeah…wait what?”
this was a bad idea, it really was a bad idea because now your boyfriend grabbed your hips, slamming you on his aching cock hard. “f-fuckk, sae—! hnghhhh… what t-the hell?”
he turned to you, holding your chin and squishing your cheeks with such a soft smile plastered on his face. “let’s have one of our own, yeah?”
sae turned feral—you seriously couldn’t believe it. your lover, who was usually calm, composed, and gentle with you, was fucking you like he had nothing to lose—like as if he's been wanting to do this—to get you all pregnant with his kid.
and...of course he did. you just never paid attention. you never paid attention to how, despite his rather stoic and blunt nature in public, his gaze always softens every time he encounters a 'mini' fan of his, and how his eyes are always on you and how soft you were to rin's kid; how he spoils the girl more than her own father (you also didn't see how...kinda jealous sae was but he'd never admit it. he loves his niece, he really does).
“take it? yeah, baby?” he moved your hips side to side, hands grabbing at the plush of your ass and kneading it juuust like dough.
your maw was slack, drool slipping on the side of your lips while your eyebrows were pinched together. sae was fucking into it...realllll into it. his cock bullied your cunt so rough with every move of his hips and slamming you onto him.
“attagirl, so beautiful…” you felt your boyfriend tense up, spilling inside of you with a stretched out, quiet groan… and yet he still kept going relentlessly, cum sloshing inside your hole and being pushed inside. your breath was practically taken, and you felt like you were going to cry out of bliss.
“gonna be so pretty… all pregnant with a kid of our own…” he kept whispering as if he was manifesting this. it didn't help that he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, and took you to your shared bedroom where he would further enact in his breeding agenda.
“there’s my pretty girl,” he says brushing your messy bed head hair out of your face. “woke up horny… hurts.”
he says leaning forward to caress your bare thigh as his fingers slide up higher leaving shivers that flow through your body.
“you’re always horny gojo, go jerk off or something.”
“already did. ‘s not the same when i’m not inside you,”
he leans into your neck sucking on the skin letting out soft moans as his other hand slips under your shirt to knead at your breasts.
he starts to grind against your clothed cunt, his bulge making your body feel hot and tingly, “please baby… need to feel you squeezing me…” he says already pushing down his basketball shorts and boxers,
his long girthy cock springing free as he shoves his boxers down slapping against his stomach where his white happy trail shows, the head of his cock swollen and red already leaking to be fucked into the warm heat of your pussy—
“oh god baby… i can’t wait any longer… m’ throbbing…” he whines out as his hand starts to move down to stroke himself and the other squeezing his balls,
the pathetic look on his face is impossible to say no to, you bite your lower lip before speaking, “i wanna watch you jerk off first. seeing you so needy like this… it’s hot.”
he scoffs before moving his hand slowly along his shaft making groans as he fucks into his hand, pre cum dripping down onto the bed sheets as he moves his hand faster to relief the pressure,
“keep your eyes on me.” he grunts out as his pace turns more aggressive fucking into his hand, the wet sounds filling the room turns you on enough to make your pussy throb as you squeeze your legs together keeping your eyes on gojo.
“s’ feels different when my pretty girl is watching me touch myself, makes me more turned on.” he says as he rolls his hips into his hand making him moan out as his other hand squeezes his balls harder,
“m’ close…” he whimpers out before spilling thick spurts of cum over his hand and bed letting out a relieved sigh.
“now can i be inside you? i was a good boy and did what you asked,”
you roll your eyes acting like you’re annoyed knowing your pussy is throbbing like crazy right now before sighing and pushing your shorts down,
Nagi likes to think of himself as a good friend. Although a bit lazy, he's attentive, and a great listener.
Such a great listener that he happened to overhear you getting off in the other room. The soft whines and whimpers coming from you were enough to make his dick stir in his pants—even if he had just woken up from a nap.
He was conflicted. The door to the room you were in was right there, and he had originally only left his bed to get a snack that was long since forgotten. So the logical thing to do, really, was to get a closer look.
“mm, seishiro,” he could hear through the door. It was only slightly ajar, but he could see your hips slightly lifting off the bed, and—
Absorbed in the moment, Nagi hadn’t realized he was leaning on the door that was already opened. So here he was, haphazardly stumbling in on you.
“Nagi-!” You yelped, pulling the sheets frantically to cover you up.
“Oh. Sorry, ‘was just getting a snack,” he mumbled.
“…ok” you dragged out when he still wasn’t leaving. But your eyes dragged down and you saw the blatant tent in his pants.
“Nagi, are you…?” you didn’t finish your sentence- you didn’t have to.
“You said my name,” he answered, stalking closer.
“I was just… in the moment?” you tried, reaching for any excuse you could think of.
“mhm.” Nagi was now staring down at you, directly infront of the bed. His hands mere inches away from where you wanted them.
“you need some help?”
Your heart hammered as you stared up at him. Nagi’s eyes were half-lidded, lazy as always, but darker now. he climbed over you and tugged the sheet down slowly, letting it pool around your waist.
“Sei…” you sighed breathlessly. You were face to face for a long second until his lips finally met yours. It was slow and unhurried, and he had only just inserted his tongue before pulling away.
He hummed softly, settling between your legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. His big hands slid up your thighs, spreading them wider.
“You were saying my name so nice,” he murmured, voice low and a little rough. “wanted to hear it more.”
Before you could respond, his mouth was on you. it was warm and everything you craved—his tongue dragging slowly over your clit at first, then firmer. Your hips jerked and a shaky moan escaped.
“Ah—! Sei…”
Nagi made a satisfied sound against you and licked deeper, like he had all the time in the world. He made eye contact as he worked, lazy but thorough in all the right ways. Every swipe of his tongue had you moaning louder, thighs trembling around his head.
“Seishiro, fuck, Sei—!” you whimpered, one hand flying down to grip his messy white hair. He didn’t seem to mind. If anything he pressed closer, sucking gently on your clit before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down again.
Your back arched, another broken moan spilling out. “Sei… oh my god-”
He kept going, slow and steady, humming every time you moaned his name like it was the best reward. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with your desperate little whines filled the room as he worked you closer and closer, completely focused on making you fall apart.
“Sei—oh my god,” you whined as you came around his tongue, but he didn’t stop right away. Just as you were bordering overstimulation, he finished up with a few kitten licks, his chin an utter mess.
“oh my god, Nagi. You really were hungry,” you teased, your head limp against the pillow.
Nagi likes to think of himself as a good friend. Although a bit lazy, he's attentive, and a great listener.
Such a great listener that he happened to overhear you getting off in the other room. The soft whines and whimpers coming from you were enough to make his dick stir in his pants—even if he had just woken up from a nap.
He was conflicted. The door to the room you were in was right there, and he had originally only left his bed to get a snack that was long since forgotten. So the logical thing to do, really, was to get a closer look.
“mm, seishiro,” he could hear through the door. It was only slightly ajar, but he could see your hips slightly lifting off the bed, and—
Absorbed in the moment, Nagi hadn’t realized he was leaning on the door that was already opened. So here he was, haphazardly stumbling in on you.
“Nagi-!” You yelped, pulling the sheets frantically to cover you up.
“Oh. Sorry, ‘was just getting a snack,” he mumbled.
“…ok” you dragged out when he still wasn’t leaving. But your eyes dragged down and you saw the blatant tent in his pants.
“Nagi, are you…?” you didn’t finish your sentence- you didn’t have to.
“You said my name,” he answered, stalking closer.
“I was just… in the moment?” you tried, reaching for any excuse you could think of.
“mhm.” Nagi was now staring down at you, directly infront of the bed. His hands mere inches away from where you wanted them.
“you need some help?”
Your heart hammered as you stared up at him. Nagi’s eyes were half-lidded, lazy as always, but darker now. he climbed over you and tugged the sheet down slowly, letting it pool around your waist.
“Sei…” you sighed breathlessly. You were face to face for a long second until his lips finally met yours. It was slow and unhurried, and he had only just inserted his tongue before pulling away.
He hummed softly, settling between your legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. His big hands slid up your thighs, spreading them wider.
“You were saying my name so nice,” he murmured, voice low and a little rough. “wanted to hear it more.”
Before you could respond, his mouth was on you. it was warm and everything you craved—his tongue dragging slowly over your clit at first, then firmer. Your hips jerked and a shaky moan escaped.
“Ah—! Sei…”
Nagi made a satisfied sound against you and licked deeper, like he had all the time in the world. He made eye contact as he worked, lazy but thorough in all the right ways. Every swipe of his tongue had you moaning louder, thighs trembling around his head.
“Seishiro, fuck, Sei—!” you whimpered, one hand flying down to grip his messy white hair. He didn’t seem to mind. If anything he pressed closer, sucking gently on your clit before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down again.
Your back arched, another broken moan spilling out. “Sei… oh my god-”
He kept going, slow and steady, humming every time you moaned his name like it was the best reward. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with your desperate little whines filled the room as he worked you closer and closer, completely focused on making you fall apart.
“Sei—oh my god,” you whined as you came around his tongue, but he didn’t stop right away. Just as you were bordering overstimulation, he finished up with a few kitten licks, his chin an utter mess.
“oh my god, Nagi. You really were hungry,” you teased, your head limp against the pillow.
you plop down to your knees in front of sae as he sits on the couch his legs spread and his muscular arms crossed.
“you don’t have to do this.” he says sharply avoiding any eye contact, because this is way too vulnerable for him and it makes him feel weak. “but i want to,” you say moving your hand to caress his thigh he sucks in a sharp breath finally looking down at you clicking his tongue.
“…fine. ”
you nod slowly pulling down his old soccer shorts and then his briefs next, his thick veiny cock slapping against his stomach where a patch of dark magenta hair lies. the tip already leaking and red just aching to have your mouth around it. your hand wraps around his shaft making him let out a grunt his hips slightly bucking into your fist. “excited?” you say smirking up at him he scoffs shaking his head,
“don’t get so full of yourself.”
you laugh slowly moving your hand up and down his thick length making him chew on his bottom lip before your lips finally wrap around his cock.
he groans in pleasure at the feeling of the heat of your mouth suctioned around his thick cock. your tongue swirls around the slit his head drops down against the couch making him let out soft quiet moans.
his hand moves to rest in your hair his fingers running through the strands as his hips slowly buck into your mouth. you take him deeper in your mouth feeling the tip hit the back of your throat,
“fuck… right there,” his hand moves to guide your head with his movements just aching for his release.
your mouth moves down to suck on his balls he can’t help the moans spilling out of him as your tongue swirls around his balls and your mouth sucking just right on them. “hah… feels good…” “more…”
you obey and suck harder onto his heavy aching balls then move to take his whole cock down your throat. drool spilling from both sides of your mouth as he thrusts his cock deeper into your throat feeling it twitch and hit the back making you gag.
he groans when you take all of him his hand still guiding your further onto his cock until his hips stutter and his balls twitch before spilling his thick load onto your tongue.
he pants looking down at you, “swallow.” you nod and swallow opening your mouth to show you listened. “…good girl.”
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your boyfriend sae has little patience; you knew that, but you couldn’t resist wanting to try cockwarming with him. besides, he’s in the off-season and took some vacation days, so why not spend it spending time with you (and trying new sex positions!). he’s your lover after all, it’s best to take care of him.
“baby, sit still. can’t we stay here and just talk?” you were straddling your boyfriend, sitting on his cock while you played with his bangs (that were finally not up with his annoying gel).
he raised an eyebrow. “and talk about what?” it was rather evident that he was irritated. you didn't do anything wrong, of course; he was just like that because at this point, he was antsy for you to move. you've been like this for a good hour or so? god, he was really trying to telepathically tell you to move.
“well, not sure… how about our days tomorrow? i’m going to be quite busy.” you rolled your eyes, subconsciously bucking your hips forward and instilling a groan out of sae.
you were going to laugh. even the great sae itoshi of the amazing football club real, had his limits for sure. “yeah, with what?”
“babysitting rin’s baby tomorrow. he has a cute kid, i'm jealous like she’s so cute.”
sae's tone suddenly turned light, “so would you want one?” “yeah…wait what?”
this was a bad idea, it really was a bad idea because now your boyfriend grabbed your hips, slamming you on his aching cock hard. “f-fuckk, sae—! hnghhhh… what t-the hell?”
he turned to you, holding your chin and squishing your cheeks with such a soft smile plastered on his face. “let’s have one of our own, yeah?”
sae turned feral—you seriously couldn’t believe it. your lover, who was usually calm, composed, and gentle with you, was fucking you like he had nothing to lose—like as if he's been wanting to do this—to get you all pregnant with his kid.
and...of course he did. you just never paid attention. you never paid attention to how, despite his rather stoic and blunt nature in public, his gaze always softens every time he encounters a 'mini' fan of his, and how his eyes are always on you and how soft you were to rin's kid; how he spoils the girl more than her own father (you also didn't see how...kinda jealous sae was but he'd never admit it. he loves his niece, he really does).
“take it? yeah, baby?” he moved your hips side to side, hands grabbing at the plush of your ass and kneading it juuust like dough.
your maw was slack, drool slipping on the side of your lips while your eyebrows were pinched together. sae was fucking into it...realllll into it. his cock bullied your cunt so rough with every move of his hips and slamming you onto him.
“attagirl, so beautiful…” you felt your boyfriend tense up, spilling inside of you with a stretched out, quiet groan… and yet he still kept going relentlessly, cum sloshing inside your hole and being pushed inside. your breath was practically taken, and you felt like you were going to cry out of bliss.
“gonna be so pretty… all pregnant with a kid of our own…” he kept whispering as if he was manifesting this. it didn't help that he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, and took you to your shared bedroom where he would further enact in his breeding agenda.
Enjin is a somewhat simple guy, basically anything you say or do has him grovelling on his knees before you, and since getting together, you’ve learnt the type of things that make him tick.
its early evening and most the cleaners are gathered in the common room, discussing earlier missions or just anything that comes to mind. Enjin’s caught up in chatter with Zanka and Riyo, whilst Rudo sits close by stuffing his face with candies.
you quietly make your way over to him, body clad in his shirt, coming down to about your mid thighs. He’s busy smoking a cigarette, sitting on one of the old couches with a smug look on his face. Once he sees you, wrapped up in his shirt, he short circuits— pulling you down onto his lap.
Rudo looks up, his nose scrunching up “oh,” he quickly looks back down at the sugary snacks. Enjin’s eyes meet yours. “wearin’ my clothes? looks good on you,” he comments, adjusting the collar.
Despite his composed exterior, he is internally screaming as if he won the jackpot with you he did. His eyes shamelessly rake down your body, drinking in the sight of you. “get a room, Enjin.” Zanka says, not missing the way he is staring at you. “nah.”
you smile, hopping off his lap and into the space beside him as he frowns, but doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your shoulders, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.
he notices the goosebumps that graze your arms, he leans down to ask “you cold?” and as soon as he sees you nod, he smirks, getting an even better opportunity to show you’re his.
“have my hoodie, i insisttt,” he says, his voice a little louder as he drags the words to get the attention of Zanka, who sighs, not surprised in the slightest, Rudo, who looks up and is quick to look back down, and Riyo, who was already watching in awe.
Enjin pulls his hoodie off and wraps it around your shoulders, the lingering scent of cologne and cigarettes filling your nostrils— it’s comforting.
his eyes glisten, pulling out a cigarette. “you look sexy in my clothes” he murmurs, lighting it “makin’ it hard to keep my hands to myself.”
you groan “your insufferable” he grins “and you like it.”
