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roommate!nerd!cho babbles total filth to himself in a messy, breathless whimper as he pulls his pants down. he wraps your pink underwear tight around his shaft and starts jerking off. "oh my god—you smell so good," he groans, his glasses getting all foggy from his hot breath. "i'm so sorry—fuck—i'm such a disgusting freak... but haah—want you so bad." he strokes himself faster and faster while picturing your body, until he blows a huge, messy load right inside your underwear, completely ruining them.

roommate!nerd!cho realizes there is no way he can wash the sticky stains out without you finding out. shaking and sweaty, he hides his ruined prize in the very back of his desk drawer, tucked behind his computer parts where you'll never look.

roommate!nerd!cho gets totally hooked after that first time. doing laundry isn't a chore anymore; it’s his favorite part of the week. he starts offering to carry the baskets just to sneakily look through your clothes. soon, he steals a black silk thong, and then a pair of white boy-shorts with a tiny red bow on them.

roommate!nerd!cho gets greedy one weekend when you stay overnight at a friend's place. being all alone in the apartment makes him bold, and he steals two pairs at once: a sheer lavender mesh pair and some comfy grey cotton ones you usually wear to sleep.

roommate!nerd!cho uses both at the same time to get off. he wraps the tight lavender mesh around the bottom of his dick for friction, while keeping his face buried in the grey cotton. he actually licks the middle of the grey pair, trying to taste you, whimpering and begging for the real thing while he messes up another pair of your clothes.

roommate!nerd!cho starts worrying that you'll notice your underwear is missing. to keep you from getting suspicious, he carefully hand-washes the cleaner ones in his bathroom sink, dries them in his room, and sneaks them back into your clean basket. but he never gives back his favorites—especially the ones that smell the most like you.

"Due to villainous activity in the Kansai region, a blizzard warning is in effect? What the hell?" You'd muttered the rest of the news alert to yourself, so Tamaki had only been able to catch bits and pieces. The villain had been apprehended further north, but not before seriously altering the weather with his Quirk. "Snowfall is expected to reach Esuha City in the early evening. Oh, my god, Tamaki. When does your patrol end?" Your eyes were wide with worry. 

"I only have a couple more hours of my shift left. I should be home before the snow starts."

You sagged against his shoulder, a small sigh leaving you. "Oh, ok. Good." 

"What's wrong, bunny?"

"It's just…if it really is going to snow this much we won't be able to see each other for a few days." Since you two made things official, you saw each on a near daily basis. Even if it was a quick hello between patrols. Disappointment had also lanced through his heart. Just catching a glimpse of you was enough to brighten even his worst days. Sure you could get on a video call, but it wasn't the same.

"Why don't you spend the night at my place?" he'd asked a bit shakily. You two hadn't really done anything like this, the closest being an accidental nap on your couch a couple of weeks ago. "That way, you know, we… we wouldn't have to brave the snow to see each other. You'd be right there…" His voice trailed off when you lifted your head off of him. 

"A sleepover?" you'd asked, voice deathly serious. His heart raced, worried he'd upset you somehow, but before he could offer profuse apology, you'd squealed in delight. "That's such a good idea, baby! It'll be so fun, we'll watch movies and play video games, maybe do some face masks. And the best part is, we'll get to cuddle all night!"

You'd run off to work shortly after that, but not before promising to bring some of your games and skincare for the evening. Meanwhile Tamaki was still in shock, not only had he successfully asked you to spend the night with him, but you'd said yes. He never thought you'd say no, exactly, but he was relieved all the same. As soon as he got off shift, he went straight to work preparing for your sleepover. He stopped by the grocery store to stock up in anticipation of the impending snow, tidied his place at lightning speed, and prepared a curry, which is now simmering on the stove, also awaiting your arrival. 

Tamaki jumps up when the doorbell finally rings. He opens the door too fast, he thinks, because he pulls it wider than is customary. Your nose and cheeks are slightly red from the cold, but you're smiling as bright as the sun despite how dark and cold out it is. 

"You gonna let me in or what?" you giggle as you tilt your head to the right. "Don't tell me you changed your mind?" 

Why am I standing here like an idiot. He steps aside finally and you hurry in. Tamaki slips your overnight bag off your shoulder so you can shed your coat, scarf, and gloves. That's when you wrap your arms around his neck to give him a kiss, your bag slipping from his grasp. He catches you readily, holding you up as your lips move against his. You only break away to smile at him.

"Hi." You peck him on the lips again. "I'm so excited." A kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Are you cooking?"

"I made curry. I thought you'd like some dinner before all the snacks."

"Curry? You should have said that sooner." You pull away from him to unlace your boots, and Tamaki picks up your bag once more to leave it in his bedroom. It's only when he goes to put it down by his bedside table that he realizes that his arm is trembling. The gravity of the situation settles over him now that you're here. Tonight will be different than any of your past hang outs. You'll be here overnight. What if you realize that he's actually dull and boring and not so fun the longer you're around him? What if he does something weird, or freaks you out somehow? What if–

"Tamaki!" you sing from down the hall. "Hurry back before I eat all this yummy curry by myself!"

He shakes his head as if to rid the anxious thoughts from it. You love him, he's confident about that. You'd said as much just an hour ago when he'd texted to ask what movie you wanted to start your marathon with. If anything, tonight will only bring you two closer together. 

"There you are. Let's eat please, I'm starving," you say when he appears in the kitchen. You already went ahead and grabbed two bowls from the cabinets. Tamaki serves a bit of rice in both, then ladles a generous helping of curry, a rich sauce complete with golden chunks of potatoes, plenty of carrots – your favorite – and tender cubes of beef. 

Tamaki takes his same place at the kotatsu as before, sitting directly across from the television. You sit beside him, moving a bag of your favorite chips aside, "You're the sweetest, Tamaki!", so you can place your bowl on the table. You pull the blanket to cover your lap. 

"I'm so jealous, my kotatsu doesn't get quite as warm as yours," you say, a playful pout on your lips.

"Sorry about that?"

"You don't need to apologize. You just need to let me stay over more often," you say with a wink, and his face heats up. "So what are we watching?" 

"Was just catching up on a show Mirio and Nejire recommended. But I can put on that movie you mentioned earlier."

"No, it's ok, let's keep this on. I'm gonna take a quick shower when I'm done eating, so you can finish watching this episode while I do that. We can start the marathon once I'm back."

Though he shovels up a spoonful of food, he can hardly bring it to his mouth. Instead, he watches intently as you take your first bite. You close your eyes and hum contently as you chew.

"Do you like it?" Tamaki asks.

"So good," you say around another spoonful of food. "Yeah, I need you to cook for me all the time. This is amazing."

"I'm glad you like it," he says. A bashful smile pulls at his lips at your praise. He hangs his head slightly, bangs falling further into his eyes, hoping to hide the blush staining his cheeks. But he should know better by now. Nothing gets past you.

"Aww, why are you so cute?" you say as you press kisses across the side of his face, a barrage of attacks he doesn't want to fight off. You kiss right below his ear and he giggles as he shrinks away from the fluttery feeling. 

"Are you ticklish there?" you ask. And then the real attack begins. You kiss under his jaw, along his neck. And even though it still tickles, he feels something stirring much lower every time your mouth meets his skin. His laughter is breathier now, but you don't seem to notice as you're giggling with each kiss you bestow. He tries to lean away so he can clear his head, but you follow until you both fall over, a mess of amusement. 

You push yourself up from on top of him, but his laughter dies down when your gaze meets his. The dark look in your lidded eyes, your slightly labored exhalations leaving your full, parted lips. You, on top of him…his blood pools even lower in his abdomen. He reaches up to touch the side of your face. The contact, unfortunately, makes you sit up abruptly.

"Sorry, Tama." Your voice is a little huskier than before. "I just really like this curry, I guess."

Tamaki's not sure what the right thing to say is. He very much liked the direction your kiss attack was going, but you seem embarrassed now, and he doesn't want to call attention to it if that isn't what you want. 

"You don't need to apologize," he says, taking a page from your book. "I'll accept the kisses as payment for the meal."

You smile wide. "Ok, then I'll be sure to pay you adequately for hosting me this evening as well."

In a moment of boldness, Tamaki says, "Looking forward to it." And he can't say he's at all prepared for how serious you look when your eyes, still so dark, fall to his lips. His breath catches and his ears burn.

Thankfully, the comedy is excellent at diffusing the palpable tension in the air, the heroes' on-screen antics pulling laughs from you. It's nice, Tamaki thinks, having dinner with you like this. It feels like a normal part of his routine, sharing meals beneath the warmth of the kotatsu, enjoying your show together. He wants this to be a new constant in his life. 

You serve yourself more curry, again offering your praise this round. "It's perfectly spicy. The potatoes are so soft. And there's so much carrot!"

It makes him feel so good, knowing you like the food he prepared for you. When you finish your second helping, you get up and gather the plates. Tamaki stops you with a hand on your arm.

"I'll wash them, don't worry about it."

"No, I'll wash them. You went to the trouble of cooking. I'm afraid my original payment wasn't nearly enough." You kiss the top of his head and enter the kitchen once more.

Warmth settles in his chest at the casual affection. He pauses the show and pads into the kitchen after you, picks up a dish rag and stands beside you at the sink. "At least let me dry?"

"Fine by me." You hand him a bowl. Caught up in the gentle rhythm you two have established, he is overcome by this feeling of familiarity, overjoyed by this simple display of domesticity. You wash, he dries and puts away, both working in tandem to leave the kitchen pristine.

"We make a good team," you say once you shut off the tap.

"The best team," he says as he offers you both a small smile and a dry dish towel for your sudsy hands. 

"Thanks, baby." You give him a quick smooch. "Now let me hop in the shower. I won't be long."

"There are clean towels in bathroom closet," Tamaki says as you disappear down the hall. 

He busies himself with queuing up the movie you requested to watch. While this episode is almost done, Tamaki can't for the life of him remember what happened. He mostly laughed when you laughed, as he'd still been distracted by you kissing him so sweetly, so playfully. He'll just have to re-watch some other time.

He hears a door swing open down the hall, then you call out, "Baby? Mind showing me how to use your shower?"

Tamaki pads over to the bathroom and nearly faints. He has to grip the doorframe to keep himself upright. You're wrapped up in only a towel, your clothes a discarded pile by your feet. And all he can think about is that you're naked under this towel. You're naked in his house. It's the only thought circulating his otherwise blank mind. 

"Tamaki? You alright?" you ask, genuine concern coloring your tone.

He murmurs a quick apology and moves past you to fiddle with the handle. Water soon bursts from the shower head, and Tamaki puts his hand under the spray, waiting for it warm up. He explains how to get the temperature to your liking, and how to use different settings on the shower head itself.

"Thanks! You sure you don't want to join me?" you ask, a mischievous smile decorating your face.

The word 'yes' gets caught in his too dry throat. Ultimately, it doesn't matter. You're only teasing him, evidenced by your laughter immediately after saying it. Again, you promise to be in and out in no time. Dazed, Tamaki leaves the bathroom so you can do just that, lets the door close behind him without protest. From the other side of the door, he can hear the muffled splash of water as you shower. It serves as a reminder, as if he really needs one, that you're in his house, naked. And Tamaki imagines rivulets of hot water cascading over your arms, your breasts, between your legs. He wonders, briefly, what you would look like naked in his bed instead. Then, he imagines himself naked beside you, inside you. The vision sends his blood rushing, his once loose pajama bottoms suddenly too tight.

"Damn it," he mutters. A quick glance downward confirms the obvious, his pants are tented to the point of obscenity. He hurries back to the kotatsu and covers his lap with the blanket. Normally he'd take care of a problem of this nature in the bathroom, but seeing as you're in there now…it's not exactly an option. But what if he were to actually take you up on your offer?Could he be bold enough to step into the shower with you. He imagines your eyes growing wide at first, but you'd recover quickly. Shoot him a smug look as you plaster your chest to his. Would you reach down and stroke his cock until he's putty in your hands? Maybe you'd sink to the tile, drag your tongue along the length of him, tease at his frenulum– 

"This isn't helping," he groans, his head dropping to the back of the couch. Since he can't go into the bathroom to take care of this, Tamaki tries to focus on every unpleasant thing he can think of instead: public speaking engagements, eating bad clams, that one criminal who'd chewed up his tentacles during a raid years ago. But his usual anxious train of consciousness only defaults to a heated moment he'd shared with you only a month ago on your couch. He's not sure how your conversation that evening evolved into you two making out, but he could hardly complain when you were on top of him, kissing him so thoroughly, matching his desire so readily. Your tongue licking into his mouth, your teeth set on his earlobe. He'd bucked his hips against you, mumbled an apology into your neck.

"Don't be sorry," you'd said in his ear as you dragged your hips over his. Tamaki shivered, and he pressed into you again, intent on matching your movements. You placed his hands to splay on your hips then, and he pulled you down harder. He would have been content mindlessly grinding against you, but then your fingers inched underneath the waistband of his boxers. And he froze beneath you as terror quickly cooled the burning lust in his blood. Did you want to sleep with him? He didn't know what came next, what he was supposed to do. What if he disappointed you? Or hurt you? What if he was so bad at sex that you laughed in his face? Humiliation like he hadn't felt in forever seized him like a viper.

You'd broken the kiss then–not that he'd given you any other option–your fingers retreating along with your lips. "Sorry. Too much?"

"Y-yeah. Can we, um, can we slow down?"

"Of course," you'd said as you brushed his hair back to kiss his forehead. "We can go at your pace."

That evening ended with you two cuddling while you watched videos on your phone before he eventually went home. 

While he appreciates you agreeing to slowing down, he didn’t think you’d take him so literally. In his opinion, things are nearly stagnant now. You haven’t kissed him that passionately since that evening. He knows if he wants things to progress that he'll have to be the one to initiate now. Which is nerve wracking for him, to say the least. 

You emerge from the shower in a white, lace-trimmed tank top and purple, tie-dyed sweatpants with black monarch butterflies fluttering up your left leg. Tamaki can't say he's seen you in your pajamas before, and now that he has, he can hardly bring himself to look away. As you get closer, he notices your nipples straining against your top. Tamaki pulls the blanket up to his neck, as if that will help hide his raging hard-on.

"You cold, baby?" you coo as you settle in beside him under the blanket.

Tamaki moves closer to you in response, and he mentally sighs in relief when you snuggle closer. You're so warm beside him, and smell so good, like the soy milk and honey scented body butter you carry with you everywhere and insist on massaging into his hands whenever you meet up with him. He's always privately thrilled when you do this, because he can catch your scent on him even when you're long gone. 

But he wants to be even closer. 

While he quietly ruminates just how to achieve that, you swipe his phone off the table and unlock it to dim the lights. You then trade his phone for the remote to press play. You lay your head on his shoulder once the credits begin to roll. 

Tamaki's in awe of how casual you are with giving him affection. He only recently got over his hang up with holding your hand first after he realized how shy you'd get when he took that initiative. That's when he realizes that the reason why you kiss him all over and hug him out of nowhere, is because you're confident that he'll like it. He likes everything you do; he'd even liked your attempt to put your hand down his boxers, as anxiety-inducing as it was in the moment. Tamaki loves that you love him so much, and that you're not shy about it. He doesn't want to be shy about loving you so much either. If anything, he'd much rather you be the shy one tonight.

Tamaki takes a few steadying breaths, tells himself that he can do this, he can be as confident as you, before he grabs you by the hips and pulls you into his lap, your knees spread on either side of his thighs. The flustered look on your face is reward enough.

"Is this ok?" he asks, massaging your hips as a means to redirect his anxiety. His heart is pounding hard, but he resists the impulse to hide.

Your arms fall around his neck, and with a dazzling, delighted smile that makes him feel woozy, you say, "More than." 

Tamaki's heart pounds even faster as he leans in, his lips just shy of brushing yours. "How about this?" he murmurs, and you shiver in response. He kisses you then, unhurried despite the way his cock is straining against his pants. He carefully touches the tip of your tongue with his own and yours eagerly slides against his. The growing ardency of this kiss spurs Tamaki to pull your hips down his lap. He can feel the heat of your center through your sweats.

"Tamaki," you gasp. 

"I don't want to keep going slow," he says, fingers still pressing into you.

You kiss just underneath his ear. "What do you mean by that?"

"Do I really have to say it?" If you knew the thoughts he was having about you, would you choose to get closer to him still?

"Mhmm," you hum, and it feels like you're answering his unspoken question as well. Tamaki's breath falters when your tongue traces along the shell of his ear, from lobe to pointed tip. "I'd really like that." Your whisper, heated breath on the wet ridge of his ear, has him shuddering underneath you, eager to do your bidding. He can tell you what he wants. It's just you. 

Tamaki steels himself, tries to find the right way to express himself. Your fingers come up to caress the back of his neck, as though to coax the words out of him. It's only you, he tells himself. 

He's struck dumb when you lean back and meet his gaze. The desire darkening your eyes makes his breath hitch, and words unrehearsed tumble off his lips.

"I want you to tell me all the ways to touch you. All the ways to make you feel good."

You take hold of his hands and guide them underneath your top. Your skin is so soft as his hands glide along your body. He palms at your breasts, thumbs at your nipples, and you cup his face and kiss him hard. You moan into the kiss as he continues to pinch and tweak your nipples. 

Tamaki pulls away so he can kiss down your throat. When he reaches the lacy neckline of your top, he drags his tongue alongside it, tasting the sweet skin of your chest. You immediately grab the hem of your top and remove it, and Tamaki exhales shakily when your breasts bounce into view. There's a slight tremble in his hand as he reaches up and cups one of them again.

"Please, Tamaki," you whimper, shifting closer still. "I need you so much."

Your admission makes him delirious with desire. He wraps his mouth around your nipple and sucks until you're keening above him. You grind against him faster, and he grows painfully harder, a spurt of pre-cum coats his length as you move above him. 

You tug at the hem of his own shirt and he releases your nipple so he can help you remove it. Your palms glide from his shoulders, along his chest and down to his stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your fingers play with the drawstrings of his pants, and his hips surge upward when you graze the wet spot right above the head of his cock.

"Let's go to bed," you say to him.

Tamaki nods quickly, getting up as soon as you're off his lap. He takes your hand and leads you down the hall to his room. The whole walk is daunting. He's nervous about freezing up again, about feeling unsure of himself or what you'll like. 

It's just you, his mantra that he repeats to himself when you jump into his bed with an easy laugh and he stiffly sits down beside you, back against the headboard. It's just you, it's just you.

Tamaki cups your cheek and turns your face so he can kiss you again. More languid than before, a sensual exploration of tongue and teeth. He feels faint when you suck on his tongue. His hand blindly reaches for your hip, to pull you over him again, but he touches your stomach instead. You gasp, your stomach spasms just before he pulls his fingers away. He can't even look at you, instead focusing on the cute butterfly pattern on your sweatpants. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–"

"No, it's ok! Just wasn't expecting it." He has even more trouble looking at you when you take his hand and place it lower on your body, just below your belly button. "You can do whatever you want to me, Tamaki." 

Your raspy words travel straight to his cock. He's had too much time to think about having you like this. Do you really mean that? You're not one to just say things you don't mean. 

"Tamaki," you sigh and he meets your gaze again. He feels his eyes grow wide at the obvious lust in your own. And then, to make matters worse, you smile at him like he's prey, right before you kiss him. Your tongue drags along the length of his own and he moans around it.

"Whatever. You. Want." Each of your words punctuated with a kiss.

"Take those off," he says. His ears grow hotter as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your sweatpants, lift your hips and pull them off. It's only when they're pooled between your spread legs that he realizes that you went ahead and removed your underwear as well. That means…

He lets out a shuddering breath. The vision of you fully naked is so far beyond anything his imagination could conjure up. In fact, his imagination is lackluster when compared to the reality that is you.

"You're so wet," he marvels softly as his fingers seek out your heat. It makes him lightheaded. You want him to touch you. "You want me to fuck you?"

He hadn't meant to say that last part out loud, but he's glad he did. You writhe against him and whimper, 'Yes'.

Tamaki presses his middle finger into your cunt and you gasp sharply.

"You…you like that?" he asks.

"Mhmm, want more."

He eases his ring finger inside as well, petting your velvety, clenching pussy in the hopes of discovering what will make you come the hardest. You meet each push of his fingers inside you with raised hips, and it only makes him want to fuck you even deeper. Before he can think better of it, before he can even stop it, the fingers currently fucking relentlessly into your pussy relax and elongate into tentacles. 

"Tamaki!" Your voice is shrill in your throat, and he whimpers your name in response, grinding his straining cock into your hip. You burrow your hand in his hair and pull him back in for a sloppy, needy, kiss. His tentacles reach even deeper into you, until he prods at a soft circle of muscle that makes you wince away from him.

“Mmm, Tamaki, not so hard. Just gently stroke like –hahhhh – just like that."

He gently traces your cervix the way you like with one tentacle, the other massages along your walls until he finds your sweet spot. He’s immediately rewarded with a loud moan of his name, your back arching off the bed entirely. Tamaki takes advantage of your new position and wraps his lips around your pert nipple. You moan his name again. Shivers course through your body and you pant for him so prettily. 

"Gonna cum, I'm gonna–fuck!" Your pussy clenches even tighter around him, but he still manages to push his index finger inside you, lets it manifest into a third tentacle equally intent on making you finish.

You grind your clit against the heel of his palm, hard and fast. You take hold of his face to pull him in for another kiss, but you're trembling so much all you can do is breathe, quick and shaky, against his mouth. A spray of your essence coats his palm as you come apart for him. Tamaki pulls the appendages out of you and you hiss at the loss. The tentacles glisten with your arousal, a milky sheen that coats them entirely. Tamaki brings one tentacle up to his mouth. He feels your eyes on him as he licks along the length of his index finger. The taste of you, the sweetest nectar, makes him frenzied with arousal. 

"You taste so good, bunny," he groans into your ear. He rests his ring and middle finger on your plush, bottom lip. Your mouth falls open readily and he traces along your tongue, the tentacles lightly suctioning as they glide across the length of it. "Don't you taste good?"

You close your mouth around his fingers and suck, moaning around them so seductively as you do. The vibrations zing straight to his cock, and he grinds against your hip harder. Tamaki pulls his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop.

"I want to taste you again," he murmurs as he licks beneath your jaw. His lips travel lower so he can suck a mark between the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. You giggle at first before you exhale raggedly. Tamaki kisses along your chest, pausing to suck your nipples until they harden to stiff peaks. He grabs onto your sides as he kisses his way down to your dripping pussy. You hiss when he licks the wet cleft of you, your sweetness coating his tongue.

Your fingers inch into his hair, pushing it off his forehead. He meets your gaze and sucks your clit into his mouth. Your mouth falls open with a gasp, and your head presses into the pillows, an impatient mewl on your lips. Tamaki flattens his tongue over your pussy so he can give you broad licks, coat himself in your overflowing essence. He sucks on your lips and your body spasms again. You're so responsive to him already, he can hardly wait to fuck you for real, feel your wet heat around his cock. But he doesn't want to risk hurting you, he needs to be patient just a little while longer.

Tamaki pushes his fingers back into your cunt while he laps at your clit. He splays his other hand on the smooth, slick skin of your stomach. “You’re so soft," he moans miserably into your cunt. "I want to touch you everywhere.”

His fingers, intent to fulfill this desire, wriggle into tentacles as well. His thumb and pinkie coil around your thighs, pulling them up then back until they're nearly parallel with the mattress. His ring and index fingers wrap around your heaving breasts. Tamaki teases at your nipples, suctioning them until they stiffen even more under his ministrations. Your hips buck up, but Tamaki presses you back down by applying more force on your quivering stomach. 

The last tentacle, his middle finger, winds around the column of your throat and slithers past your lips. He plunges the tip of the tentacle in and out of your mouth, tangles it with your tongue. The sounds you’re making as you suck on it are making his head that much foggier. In his excitement, he pushes the tentacle a little too far down your throat and you gag; your cunt constricts around his fingers in a similar fashion, pulls him in deeper. Tamaki fucks your mouth hard and fast, until your pussy is baring down so tightly on his wriggling fingers. He can only grind into the mattress, desperate for release, beyond turned on. It's overwhelming, touching you, all of you at once like this. He can only imagine how you feel, on the receiving end of all his pent up longing and desire. 

Tamaki pulls away from you slightly to catch his breath. He lets his spit drip onto your glistening folds, and your ensuing moan around his tentacle sends another bolt of pleasure through him. He's back on you at once, breathing be damned. Tamaki hollows his cheeks, bobbing his head as he sucks on your clit. 

You pull the tentacle from out of your mouth, gasping for air at once. 

"Tamaki! Tamaki! I'm so close," you whine.

Your words elicit a full body shiver, and he doubles his efforts to get you there. Tamaki flicks his tongue on your clit, presses the tentacles inside you against your sweet spot. You swear harshly, your hips soaring upward as you cum on his face. Your orgasm sets off his own; his hips jerk into the mattress as he cums in his pants. 

Tamaki drops your thighs as your climax courses through your body. You whimper when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, the sound impacting him more than he can comprehend. He grabs your hip, and the three slender tentacles bind around your waist. Tamaki lifts your lower half off the bed completely with his grip on your thighs and waist. He sticks his tongue out, moving you up and down how he wants, your cunt gliding across his waiting tongue. 

Your hand grips his hair so hard that a flash of blinding pleasure burns behind his eyes and down his spine. You move his head the way you want, pull him closer since you don't have control of your hips, chasing your orgasm in equal measure to him. 

"Fuck, Tamaki! I love you, I love–ah!" you babble mindlessly. He feels his whole body burn in response to your cries of adoration. He'll show you how much he loves you, too. 

Tamaki unwinds the tentacles from around your waist to untangle your fingers from his hair. He takes hold of your wrist to transfer your grip to the sheets instead.

Now able to move freely, he sits up and rests your back along his spread thighs. You mewl as he pushes your thighs back to meet your shoulders. His tongue teases between your ass and you gasp his name, twisting closer to his mouth. He presses his tongue shallowly between the tight ring of muscle while he traces over your fluttering cunt with his tentacles. One of their suction cups latches onto your clit and your pussy squirts again. You cum with high-pitched, near silent, whines of his name. Tamaki does his best not to waste a single drop of nectar. He loves the way your body vibrates in his grasp, your system in shock from the pleasure. 

He places you back onto the bed, your eyes screwed shut as aftershocks wrack through you. His tentacles revert back to fingers, and as they unwind from around you, dozens of purple bruises of varying sizes reveal themselves. Around your neck, along your torso, spiraling across your thighs. He inspects the marks, aroused as he is concerned.

“Bunny? Was that–are you ok?"

You take hold of his chin to tilt it up, and he's sure the expression he's met with will live in his memory forever. Your eyes are dark and sparkling, and your swollen lips quirk up into a satisfied smile. You pull him down and kiss him hungrily by way of response. 

This time when your fingers reach for his waistband, Tamaki helps you push his pants down and off. He kneels between your spread legs and guides his cock inside you. At once, the hot clutch of your cunt around his length threatens to make him cum. He snaps his hips into yours, pulling breathy moans from the both of you. The next thrust has you wrapping your arms around his shoulders to lock your lips with his again. You moan and sigh as he fucks into you rougher and faster. One of your legs wraps around his waist, and you use the leverage to meet each of his thrusts until your walls pulse around him. The feel of you tightening around him makes him even more frenzied. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he moans into your neck. 

His body barely separates from yours as he pistons into you. He's so close, he's so fucking close. He feels your teeth gently sink into his earlobe and his hips stutter as he spills into you. Bliss beyond belief.

Tamaki wakes up with your fingers carding through his hair, your nails gently running along his scalp. It's such a relaxing feeling that he could fall right back to sleep. But then he realizes he's still on top of you. Still inside of you. He lifts himself up slightly with great effort.

"Oh, you're awake," you say, a sleepy smile decorating your face. "Hi, baby."

"Hi," he replies quietly. The soft look you're giving him makes his cock twitch back to life. 

"You're insatiable, Tamaki," you laugh. "Let's take a bath. That way we can throw your sheets in the wash so we don't have to sleep on a soaked bed."

"Oh–right, you're right." 

Tamaki pulls out of you, and cum oozes from your puffy cunt. His dick twitches against your thigh and he pushes himself onto his knees like he'd been shocked. You must think he's some kind of pervert, being turned on by the evidence of your coupling.

You look amused though, which only makes him flush. 

Tamaki helps you sit up, too, pulling you upright. His eyes widen once he does; the bed is a lot more wet than dry. His face flushes hot.

"Sorry," he says inexplicably.

"I should be the one to apologize. That's mostly my fault," you say sheepishly.

"It was both our faults, then," he says, and you giggle. 

"Yeah, we're both to blame." 

You crawl off the bed and unhook the fitted sheet from one corner. Tamaki slips off the bed and helps strip the sheets on the opposite side. He actually has another set of bedding, one that you help him put on the mattress. The whole time you express surprise at the fact that he has more than one, much to his confusion.

Once the bed is made, you leave him to run the bath while Tamaki gathers the sheets and your discarded bottoms. He stops by the living area to pick up both your shirts and turn off the kotatsu and the television. 

He joins you in the washroom where the combined washer/dryer is located. You're at the sink, inspecting the green face mask you have on. His face flushes. You're naked in his bathroom. Again. Covered in his marks this time. It's a surprisingly erotic visual, you casually applying your skin care at home with him. Tamaki only realizes that he's staring when your eyes meet his in the mirror. He shifts his focus to the machine just as you say, "Oh good, come here!"

He loads the washer and sets it to the shortest cycle before he joins you at the sink. 

"I know you don't like when the masks harden so I got you a sheet mask instead. I think you'll like it. But wash your face first." 

He does as he's told, cleansing his face for longer than he normally would. You would likely reprimand him if he were only to splash some water on his face. 

You tear open a packet and remove the sheet mask. He flinches when you first drape the cold, serum-soaked material on him, but it feels much more relaxing once you smooth it to the contours of his face. 

"Perfect! You can leave this on in the bath. Go on, before the water gets cold," you say.

"Aren't you going to join me?" 

"Yeah, but first, I'm just gonna wash my face, too. I'll join you in a sec, ok?" You give him peck before you shoo him off. He stops just short of the bath tub. It's filled with bubbles, probably something you brought from your place. Tamaki goes to step into the tub but pulls his foot back at the last second. The water is hotter than he anticipated, so he has to carefully ease himself into the water. The heat coupled with the lavender scented bubbles relaxes him thoroughly. Tamaki rests his head back and closes his eyes while he waits for you. 

He's not sure how much time passes before he hears you hissing about how hot you made the bath. Tamaki lifts his head and watches you descend into the water at the opposite end of the tub. You stretch your legs out on either side of his.

"Ahh, never mind. The water's perfect," you sigh as you throw your head back too. "You really put me through the wringer, Tama. I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow."

He didn't think his face could get any hotter, not when there's steam coming off the bath.

"I'm sorry bunny," he says. He's still not sure what came over him. All his inhibitions fled him the second he felt how wet you'd gotten for him. 

"Oh, don't be sorry. I loved every second of it." You lift your head and smile at him. So dazzling, like always. His cock jumps at the sight of it. 

Tamaki startles a bit when you suddenly surge upward. Covered in suds, you inch closer to him until you're in his lap again. You carefully peel the mask off his face, ball it up and throw it. He laughs quietly when it lands just short of the waste basket. 

"I'll pick it up, don't worry," you say as you massage the serum into his skin. 

"I'm not worried," he sighs, eyes falling closed. Your fingers gently sweep across his face, lulling him deeper into tranquility. He thinks he'll need you to sleep over every night if they'll end like this. 

You move closer to him once you finish caressing his face, your thigh grazing his semi-hard cock as you do. His eyes snap open in time to see one of your hands disappear into the water, eliciting a gasp from Tamaki when your fingers wrap around his length. You hold it in place and sink down on it with a soft groan of his name.

"I think I'm as insatiable as you, baby," you breathe. 

You place your hands on the lip of the tub and rock against him. His hands fall to your waist, and before long he's guiding your movements, lifting you up and slamming you back down on his cock. Water splashes to the ground each time your bodies meet, but he hardly cares about the mess. 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders again, plastering yourself to him. Your breasts rub against his chest, you clit on against his pelvis. You hide your face in his neck and mutter, "So good, so good," into his skin. 

He holds you in place and fucks into you desperately until you're shaking in his arms. Your walls tighten around him, pulling him deeper into you until he fills you with his warmth once more.

You cling to him until the water grows noticeably cold. You step out of the water and he follows suit, careful of the wet floor below. He grabs you both towels while you fulfill your promise and properly dispose of the used sheet mask.

Dry and content, you both return to his room and get dressed again. Him in another pair of pajamas, you in one of his t-shirts. You cuddle up to him under the covers, leg over his hip, arm thrown across his chest.

"Good luck getting me to leave," you murmur to him.

"say it again, baby."

"i...i-i'm your good puppy, 'm a good girl," you slur around his thick fingers. tears are pouring down your hot cheeks as you sit on enjin's lap with your back against his chest, clothes discarded somewhere on the floor.

the room swirls around you, so dizzy and drunk from the pleasure assaulting your senses. his fingers slide in and out from your cunt, ilicting wet, sloppy noises as he literally scoops slick from your pussy to rub mean circles into your clit.

you feel the need to squirm away, but your body feels so heavy, like you know if you move, you'll get scolded, and...for some reason, the thought makes you whine, hips trying to grind into his hand.

"that's my girl, taking it just like she needs to," enjin coos into your ear, teasingly nipping at it tjust o watch how it flinches away. they're so sensitive, just blowing against it makes you violently squeeze down on his fingers. "pretty puppy just needed her jin to show her how cute she is, yeah?"

you can barely form words, moaning around the digits in your mouth that keep running over your teeth. he's uncaring about the drool that drips down his wrist as he traces over your sharp canines again, the same ones that got you in this position.

he hums, dipping his other fingers back inside your pussy just to hear that relieved moan. "never call yourself bad again, baby, that shit broke my heart. seein' you all sad, all puppy eyes, and, god, the way your ears got all sad and droopy...don't do that to me baby, makes a man weak."

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, trailing his wet hand down your chest to the soft pudge of your tummy before meanly pressing down right above your pussy.

"i don't want a sad puppy, okay? i want a happy, dumb lil' pup...just like this."

his fingers immediately speed up, curling up to hit that spot that makes you wail his name and dig your hands into him forearms. mm, even your nails feel a bit sharper, the press of them against his skin making him his and grind up into you.

"j-jin, enjin, j-jinnn," is all you can get out, eyes wide as you watch him pop in a third finger, stretching you out to the point your eyes roll back. "o-ohmygodd, mmhhfuck!"

"don't cum, don't cum yet," he pleads into your ear, panting as he works his fingers in and out of you and letting out a deep groan when he sees your creaming on him, a nice frothy ring of it accumulating at the base of his fingers.

but you aren't listening, too empty brained to focus on that. all you can think of in your poor, dumb little brain is 'cum, he's making you feel good, gotta cum, show him 'm good, show him that he makes me feel good/'

"mm-mm, baby, don't," is the warning you get when you try to touch your clit, hands shaking as they creep down lower. "you wanna be a good girl for me, riiiight?"

the nod you give him is aggressive, he can't help but chuckle at little. you're so honest, you aren't as bratty as you usually are. whatever that freaky little scientist injected you with turned you into the cutest little submissive pile of mush for him and he was loving it.

"then let me work, puppy, 'm gonna make you squirt for me, okay? think you can do that? oh, who am i kidding..."

a firm slap to your cunt has you gasping, eyes squeezing shut from holding back your orgasm, before a strangled noise escaped your throat when his fingers pop right back in and get to that same speed that was driving you mad.

"of course you can, you're my good girl."

that has you squeezing him tight, eyes rolling back at the thought. you've done it before, but hearing him say it always makes that heat in your stomach grow hotter. he's such a perv.

but he's been going on for so long, holding back feels like torture...until something starts to spread all throughout your body. a warm that feels like it's burning you, feeling it in the tips of your fingers, and reaching your head.

"aww, theeere she is..."

enjin can feel how you trembling against him, body tensing in his lap as that unbearable pleasure starts to wash over you, your breaking point not too far away. the hazy away look in your eye, the way your mouth hangs open in uncontrollable moans...you look so, so pretty.

but then you start get squirmy and he can already tell you're going to try and run from it, his hand pressing harder on your tummy to keep you still so you can't do anything but take it. after all, he knows just what you need and he's going to give it to you.

"c-cum, 'm gonna cum, jin, too much, c-can't—!"

"shh, yes you can baby, c'mon, don't fight it, give it to me."

you're curling forward as you sob, begging him to wait, to give you a second, but then the hand on your stomach moves to your throat and pulls you back against him, giving a squeeze and his deep voice is practically growling in your ear.

"don't you wanna be good for me? cum, baby, soak my fucking fingers like a good little puppy."

that's all it takes. his little praise, the mean press of his fingers, it's all too much and you explode. you arch against him, practically screaming out his name as you cum, and you cum hard. his fingers are practically forced out of you as you squirt, a wet spray of your fluids shooting out and soaking his hand.

without hesitation, he's working at your clit, swiping it side to side to prolong your orgasm. you look so cute, so fucking adorable like this, trembling against him as you just chant his name over and over again.

"shit, look at you—that's it, keep cumming, baby, daddy's got ya."

tears are pouring down your face as you hiccup, another thick gush pouring out of you and all over his hand and sweatpants, soaking him entirely. you don't realize that you're babbling his name over and over again, chanting 'love you's and 'thank you's over and over again before finally letting out a huff and going limp in his lap.

it's fuzzy, everything feels light and floaty. you can barely process the soft kisses being presses against your face, little murmurs of...something in your ear. whatever it is, your subconscious likes it, because you can feel your tail wagging behind you. he must have turned you around in his lap while you were out of it to hold you to his chest...the realization makes you feel even floatier.

once you finally come up, you can hear it better, enjin's voice no longer sounding like it was underwater.

"such a good girl for me."

"my pretty pup's got some teeth on her."

"see? you're not bad at all, just needed some praise."

"if you would've waited, i would've told you i liked when you bit me."

a little grumble as you hide your face in his chest lets him know your back with him, his hand gently rubbing up and down the skin of your back.

"hi, baby."

"mmpph..."

enjin can't help but chuckle at that. still shy, it seems. he understands, continuing his soothing movements and tracing your spine.

"you feeling alright," he asks, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. he has to "lost you for a second there baby. i didn't do too much, right?"

it takes a moment for you to learn how to speak again, but you just nod. "no, 'm okay. felt good...t-thank you." you let yourself collect your thoughts, still a bit fuzzy brained from that overwhelming orgasm. your still throbbing, and you can't tell if that means you want more or not.

a moment goes by and it's quiet as he continues to...to...

you immediately sit up, face turned into absolute embarrassment and horror as your brain clicks into place what he's doing.

"are you petting me?!"

he just responds with a big grin before trailing his hand down your back. "maybe i am. wanna see something i learned while i was?" he doesn't even let you respond, your mouth opening before he rubs his fingers around the skin where the base of the tail is and you let out the cutest little whine, arching your back to get more pressure before you catch yourself.

"now ain't that cute?"

"e-enjinnn!"

you try to scramble out of his lap, shrieking about what a pervert he is, how mean he is for teasing, but he just cackles, standing up to turn and toss you onto the bed. "yeah, yeah i know, i'm mean, i'm the worse, but..."

he climbs on the bed after you, savoring the way your ears perk up in alert. in a quick motion, his shirt is off, grinning at your eyes immediately snapping to his hypnotic, tattooed skin. you can't stop the whimper that forces its way out of your throat when he crawls over top of you, a hand palming himself through his sweats that you desperately wish he would take off sooner.

“it was just there,” you say, which is possibly the weakest defense in the history of defenses, “i was bored, it doesn’t mean anything, it’s a magazine quiz, they’re not scientifically—”

“question two,” shoko interrupts without missing a beat. “‘have you ever wanted to kiss a girl?’”

“shoko,” you groan. “stop.”

“did you answer yes?”

“shoko.”

“i’m just reading the magazine.”

“you’re reading it out loud.”

“correctly.”

you let out a noise somewhere between a whine and a dying gasp, already reaching for the pillow beside you.

“question three,” shoko continues, entirely unbothered. “‘when you picture your ideal romantic partner, whose face comes to mind first.’ you wrote a name here and then scratched it out so hard you ripped the paper.”

“i did not—”

“you did. there’s a hole in the page. i can see through it to the ad for skin care products behind it.”

you drop your face into the pillow, and shoko, mercifully, stops reading it out loud, though she absolutely does not stop smiling.

“so,” she says instead, setting the magazine aside and leaning back on her hands. “you’re sitting here doing a teen magazine questionnaire to find out your sexuality made by people who also think ‘what’s your dream vacation’ can tell you your soulmate’s zodiac sign.”

“when you say it like that it sounds stupid.”

“it is stupid,” she says, nudging your knee with her foot. “those quizzes can’t actually tell you anything real. there’s an easier way to figure it out anyway.”

“…what easier way.”

“we could just kiss,” she says, like she is suggesting you split an order of fries. “way more reliable than a magazine quiz.”

“you’re joking.”

“i’m not, actually.”

“that’s—that’s not how any of this works,” you say, except your voice comes out about an octave higher than you mean it to, which does nothing for your credibility.

“sure it does,” shoko says, shifting closer on the bed. “you’ve got a hypothesis. i’m offering you a way to test it. this is basic scientific method.”

“i don’t think this is what they mean by scientific method.”

“details,” she says, and reaches out to tug the magazine fully out of your lap and toss it somewhere off to the side of the bed.

you open your mouth to argue further, to point out at least three more reasons this is a terrible idea, except none of the words come out in time, because shoko has already leaned in, slow enough that you have every opportunity to pull back and somehow don’t, and then her mouth is on yours and every single argument you’ve been building evaporates instantly.

it is, to be completely honest, a mess. you aren’t sure what to do with your hands, so they end up hovering awkwardly in the air for a second before landing stiffly on the blanket like you’ve forgotten they are attached to your body. you tilt your head the wrong way first, bump her nose slightly, make a small mortified noise against her mouth that you are going to be thinking about at 3 a.m. for the rest of your life, and generally kiss like someone who has absolutely no idea what she is doing, which, in fairness, you don’t.

shoko, on the other hand, kisses like someone who has already known the outcome of this experiment before it starts. unhurried, steady, one hand coming up to rest against your jaw like she is simply confirming something she has already suspected for a while, completely unbothered by your nose-bump or the strangled sound you made or the fact that you froze for a full second like your brain briefly rebooted.

when she finally pulls back, just enough to look at you, you are fairly certain your whole face has turned some shade of red that doesn’t have an official name yet.

“okay,” she says. “data point collected.”

“i—” you start, and then stop, because you genuinely have no idea how to finish that sentence. you don’t know what you expect. panic, maybe. confusion. some kind of internal debate. instead there is just a loud, obvious, undeniable certainty sitting in your chest.

“you okay?” shoko asks, and there is something almost gentle under the smugness, like she actually wants to know.

“yeah.”

“did you like it?”

“yeah,” you say again.

“you wanna do that again?”

“yeah,” you say, for the third time, and immediately feel like an idiot for it, because apparently your entire vocabulary has been reduced to one single word.

shoko is kissing you again before you’ve even fully caught your breath from the first time, and this one feels different immediately, slower to start but somehow more sure of itself, like you’ve both quietly agreed there is no reason to pretend to be casual about it anymore.

you don’t freeze this time. your hands find her waist instead of hovering uselessly in the air, and when she tilts her head you tilt with her instead of against her, some instinct finally catching up to what your brain has been too scrambled to manage the first round.

shoko hums low in her throat, pleased, and shifts even closer, one hand sliding from your jaw into your hair, and when she deepens the kiss just slightly, testing, her tongue brushing yours in a way that is clearly meant to be a tease rather than anything more, you make a small sound against her mouth that has absolutely nothing awkward about it this time.

“see,” she murmurs, pulling back just far enough to talk, lips still barely brushing yours, voice noticeably rougher than her usual bored drawl. “getting better already.”

“shut up,” you breathe, and pull her back in before she can say anything else insufferably smug, which, judging by the small satisfied sound she makes against your mouth, is exactly the reaction she is hoping for.

the kiss deepens almost immediately, like neither of you can pretend it’s still just an experiment anymore. shoko’s fingers tighten in your hair, guiding you as her tongue slides against yours again—less teasing this time, more insistent. you taste the faint hint of the strawberry candy and something warmer, something that makes your stomach flip.

a low, shaky sound escapes you, and shoko swallows it greedily, shifting until her body is half over yours on the narrow dorm bed. the magazine thumps forgotten to the floor. one of her knees presses between your legs for balance, and the casual pressure of it sends heat rushing through you so fast your head spins.

“still good?” she murmurs against your mouth, barely pulling away.

you answer by chasing her lips, hands sliding up under the hem of her loose shirt to press against the warm skin of her waist. she’s softer than you expected, and the way she shivers under your touch makes you bolder. your fingers trace the line of her spine, and shoko hums into the kiss—pleased, almost purring.

the next few minutes blur. kisses turn wetter, slower, then hungry again in waves. she nips at your bottom lip and you arch up into her without thinking. one of her hands leaves your hair to trail down your side, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of your breast through your shirt. not quite there, but close enough that your breath hitches sharply.

“shoko—” you gasp when she begins to kiss down along your neck.

“hmm?”

you don’t even know what you were going to say. something about this being crazy, or too fast, or please don’t stop—none of it matters. instead you tug her back up by the collar of her blouse and kiss her harder, tongues tangling, bodies pressing closer until there’s no space left between you.

her thigh shifts higher between your legs, and the friction pulls a needy sound from your throat that would mortify you later if you had any brain cells left to feel embarrassment.

shoko pulls back just enough to look at you, lips kiss-swollen and shiny. “better than a magazine quiz?” she asks, brushing her thumb over your damp lower lip.

you laugh breathlessly, the sound dissolving into another kiss as you roll slightly, pulling her fully on top of you. her weight feels perfect, grounding and overwhelming all at once. hands roam more freely now—yours slipping further under her shirt and hers sliding down to grip your hip, encouraging the slow roll of your body against her thigh.

the room grows warmer, filled with the soft sounds of mouths meeting, quiet gasps, and the rustle of sheets. every time you think you’ve caught your breath, shoko changes the angle or the pressure and steals it all over again.

one of her hands slides up your side until her palm cups your breast through your thin shirt. she squeezes gently, thumb brushing over the peak of your nipple until it stiffens under her touch. a broken little sound escapes you and Shoko drinks it in like she’s starving for it.

“sensitive,” she murmurs and rolls your nipple between her fingers, teasing, testing, while her other hand stays at your hip.

you can’t even form words. your back arches, pressing harder into her hand, and shoko takes that as all the permission she needs. she shifts her weight, thigh sliding more firmly between your legs.

“fuck—shoko,” you manage, barely more than a breathy whimper.

she hums in response, kissing you again, her hand slipping under your shirt this time to touch bare skin. her palm is warm against your chest, fingers brushing and teasing until your head falls back against the pillow.

you feel her shift lower onto the bed, her weight settling between your legs as she pushes your shirt up and bunches the fabric above your chest. cool air hits your skin as she looks at you for a second, then leans in.

her breath ghosts over your left breast first. then her tongue slides slowly across the underside, tracing a lazy line upward. she takes her time, licking a broad stripe over your skin before circling the nipple with the tip of her tongue, unhurried. once, twice, then closes her lips and sucks gently.

you inhale sharply, one hand flying to her hair.

she hums against your skin and switches to the other breast. this time she licks around the nipple first, slow circles that get smaller and smaller until she flicks her tongue directly over the sensitive tip. then she sucks it into her mouth too, firmer than before, tongue pressing and rolling, her thigh still pressed firmly between your legs and matches the pace of her mouth.

your breathing becomes uneven each time she sucks a little harder. shoko glances up at you through her lashes and deliberately runs the flat of her tongue from the bottom of your right breast to your nipple, before catching it between her lips and tugging lightly.

“shoko…” you breathe out.

she pulls her mouth off your nipple with a wet sound and looks up at you, lips shiny. “you like that?”

you nod quickly, cheeks burning. “yeah… i do.”

she gives you a small smirk, then sits up and swings one leg over, straddling your hips. you feel her weight settle on top of you as she reaches down, grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it off. without looking, she tosses it aside.

underneath she’s wearing a simple red bra—barely there, lacy, the kind that does more to show than to hide. the color looks striking against her skin, and your eyes lock onto the way her breasts fill the thin cups.

shoko tilts her head, watching you stare. “help me out of it,” she says quietly, almost like a challenge.

you sit up slowly, the movement awkward with her still straddling your lap. your hands are trembling as you reach behind her back, fingers brushing against warm skin while you search for the hook of her bra. you fumble the first try—the clasp slips from your shaky fingers—and you mutter a quiet curse under your breath.

shoko chuckles softly and leans in closer, her breath brushing your ear. “you’re so cute,” she murmurs.

her praise makes your face heat up even more, but it also steadies you a little. on the second try you manage to unhook the bra.t straps loosen, and shoko shrugs them off her shoulders, letting the red lace fall away.

she stays right there, straddling your lap, bare from the waist up now. her skin is warm where her chest brushes against yours. she leans in and kisses you again, slower this time but deeper, her bare breasts pressing softly against you as she cups the back of your neck.

your hands move on their own, sliding up her sides and then forward to touch her. she’s soft and warm under your palms, and when your thumbs brush over her nipples she makes a quiet sound against your mouth that sends another rush of heat through you.

she rocks her hips now, grinding down against your thigh while her hands push your bunched-up shirt higher. you help her tug it all the way off, then her fingers are at the waistband of your pants, teasing the edge but not pushing further yet.

“you still okay?” she asks between kisses.

“yeah,” you breathe. “don’t stop.”

shoko smiles against your lips. she shifts her weight, lays you back down on the bed, and follows you down. her mouth finds your neck, then your chest again, while her hands explore lower, slipping under the rest of your clothes. you do the same, fingers tracing down her back, over her hips, pulling her closer until there’s nothing but heat and skin and the sound of both of you breathing hard.

the rest of your clothes come off slowly, piece by piece, between messy kisses and wandering hands. shoko is patient but relentless, touching and tasting every inch she can reach, whispering little praises whenever you moan or shiver under her. you lose track of time, lost in the feel of her weight on top of you, her mouth, her fingers, the way she presses close and moves with you.

and for once, you don’t feel unsure about anything at all.

"or we could just watch a movie?"

" 'm not in the mood." he sighs heavily, there's a pause of consideration before he continues, "but you're right. i should find a distraction."

"exactly!" you chirp, shaking his shoulder slightly to mimic excitement, "so, what do you wanna do? watch tv? play yugioh?"

he turns around so that he's longer sideways and instead the back of his head is resting on your leg, and he's looking up at you. finally you're able to meet his sharp blue eyes, which are only slightly red and puffy. "could i eat?" he places his hand on his stomach.

"sure, what do you wanna eat? i think i might have some leftover pasta in the fridge? or we could order a delivery, it's up to you."

"i had something else in mind." he wears an odd grimace, as though he's already embarrassed about what he is going to say next, "but don't hate me for suggesting it."

"don't be silly, i won't hate you." you cup his cheek and smile down reassuringly, assuming that he was going to suggest somewhere expensive, or a fast food chain that you don't like.

"you.."

baffled, you blink down at him, " 'you' what?"

"could i eat.." you've never seen his face painted such a bright red before, "you."

your throat dries up and you laugh awkwardly; this must be some sort of misunderstanding because no way your sweet, nerdy best friend just asked to eat you out. like, sure there have been a couple of times in the past where you've had a bit of sexual tension but it never goes any further than a bit of kissing.. well, besides that one time he fingered you but you were both drunk so that doesn't count! beyond that, the two of you have had a purely wholesome friendship.

"like in a cannibal way orrr?"

"you know what i mean, (y/n)!" he blurts out, eyebrows knitted together in frustration. when you look back at him, dismayed, he exhales sharply out his nose and adjusts his glasses, then he replies in a calmer fashion, "look, it's just uh— hear me out first, alright? it doesn't have to be a big thing. it's scientifically proven that sex lowers cortisol and causes your brain to release endorphins and dopamine, both of which i am severely lacking in right now." he sniffles to emphasise point, but you just shoot him an unimpressed glare.

"i don't know, satoru." you furrow your brows as you try to consider his proposition, but everything about this situation just feels so surreal, "we're just friends. this sounds more like the kind of favour people who are dating would do for each other."

"it's not— uuh, don't think of it like us having sex. it's more just like.. a biological process." he states with a proud smile, but your skeptical look prompts him to elaborate, "we are just two organisms undergoing symbiosis together, no strings attached and no romance involved. ever heard of mutualism?"

you look down at him and of course he's gazing up at you with those stupid-cute, big puppy eyes. his glasses sliding down his nose and his bottom lashes clumped together from crying all add to the over pathetic and pleading vibe he has. god, he's so lucky you have a big heart. "fine, we can... biologically procreate together."

"erm," he coughs, raising his finger, "it was actually biological process. but if you want, we could procreate after!"

"let's start with the process." you roll your eyes, and he gets up from your lap, grinning like an idiot. "only cos i feel bad for you. and i care about and i want you to feel better. so if this the only way for your brain to release serotonin then so be it."

"dopamine." you corrects, but when you narrow your eyes at him, he splutters out, "but you were close!"

"yeah." you start to wiggle out your shorts. when satoru came round your house, you weren't expecting company and with all his complaining you didn't have time to change, so you were just in your shorts, with no panties on underneath. when you tug your shorts off any your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room, you hiss slightly. you can feel your core is already throbbing, begging for attention — perhaps letting gojo eat you out was more self-serving than you let on, but of course he couldn't know that.

you learned your lesson after you made the mistake of telling him that you enjoyed it when he played with your clit. when the two of you got drunk and he fingered you, it may have slipped out that you love it when he touches you there and he does it so well, or something of that effect. and that was all the confirmation satoru needed before he was palming your poor bud every chance he got. at first you appreciated it and thought it was actually pretty hot: he tease it to keep you entertained while he studies, or would rub it while the two of you were watching tv together.

but it didn't take long for it to be come obsessive. gojo tends to get really invested in things so you should've seen it coming, in retrospect. but how were you supposed to anticipate his fingers automatically searching for your clit under the table whenever you'd sit down in the library together. or for him to slide his hands under your waistband while he was driving you around. you could barely even have a conversation with him without your sore bud being pinched or pressed. and yes it was sweet that he was doing it because he knew you liked it but everything has its limits, so that's when you had to put your foot down.

so you fear that if you were to let him know that you're eager for him to eat you out may result in him dropping to his knees and ducking under your skirt every chance he gets. again, when he gets into something, he gets really into it.

he smiles, licking his bottom lip slightly as he parts your legs, admiring your glistening cunt. it takes a while before he's able to pry his stare off it and look you in the eye, but once he does, he says solemnly, "thank you. i love you," he kisses you on the cheek, voice starting to crack, "you're the best friend a guy could ask for."

"yeah, i love you too. no need to butter me up."

wordlessly, he gets on his chest and lowers his head between your legs, immediately getting right in here — no cursory licks or soft kisses to warm you up. no, he's instantly nose-deep in your cunt, sloppily making out with your folds and lapping up your slick, panting as he does so. "shit, 'toru!" you squeal, features pinching together as you toss your head back.

"mmph, sorry." he groans through a mouthful of your pussy, lips moving desperately against yours and sucking on your poor little clit like he had something to prove. " 'm— uuh, starting to feel better," he spits on your cunt before diving back in, "already." he moaning and grumbling and making all sorts of indecent noises between your legs, as though he was deriving direct pleasure from it.

you writhe under him, coyly trying to pull away as he shoves his tongue into your pussy, but he wraps his surprisingly strong arms around your thighs and pull you in which only deepens the kiss. "its too much.. i— hah— can't.. cope."

"you taste so fucking good.." he practically growls, eyes fluttering shut so he can fully savour the sensation of your soft, damp folds against his face. he's desperate and frenzied between your legs, thrusting into your pussy with his tongue, rapidly kissing your clit and clutching onto your thighs like you might disappear any minute. "mm, thank you, baby. thank you so much. mpph."

"have you—" you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut and manually breathing due the numbing heat that was radiating from your core. "have you done this before?"

"a bit." he smiles and snickers slightly, the vibrations sending shockwaves into your clit. "why? am i doing a good job?" he hardly breaks away from your pussy when he speaks, every words in spoken against your folds. the most he'll do is pull his tongue out of your hole, but even then he'll still press it against your clit, so most of his speech is heavily slurred. despite this, the increasing cockiness in his voice is still clear.

his hot breath against your sopping core causes you to whine even more, "you're not— nnghh, ohmygod— ah, you're not bad." a daring claim to make when he was on the verge of making you cum all over his face, but you know better than to feed his ego. plus, you guys like to tease each other a lot, so surely this scenario isn't any different just because he's going down on you.

" 'not bad', huh?" he laughs again, but this time in a much lower and almost curtly. he inserts his tongue into your hole again, flexing it within your walls and pumping it in and out until your arching your back off the headboard and twitch against his mouth. "has a guy ever made you cum on his face before?"

you don't respond, instead you only furrow your eyebrows, looking down at him with concern, then turn your head to the site so he can't see all the lewd faces your making as you moan for him.

"hey—" his distances itself from your for the first time in ages, but only so he could reach up and grab your jaw to turn your head to look at him again, "don't do that, i wanna see you what you like when you finish.. for research." he hastily appends that last part, before latching himself back onto your sweet pussy, groaning and drooling like a starved man.

"plus," he gasps, not averting his gaze from your drenched cunt, "you didn't answer my question."

"that's my sex life, satoru." you argue, though it's hard to sound assertive when he's making your voice go high and your knees weak.

"yeah, baby, and i'm a part of it now." he explains, talking to your like your not even there. in fact, it's more likely that he was talking to your pussy than to you. he's got his arms locked around your thighs, his nose pressed against your clit and his tongue buried in your hole. he's right where he wants to be. he only pulls it out to finish his statement, "and friends tell each other these things."

you sheepishly turn your head to the side, face contorting as you feel stress in your abdomen as your orgasm approaches. though that is quickly corrected when he snags your clit between his teeth, not biting down hard but still reminding you of his previous request. obliging, you look back at him and he lets go, returning to fucking your hole.

"i've never— mmphmph, never came on a guy's face before." you release a prolonged moan mid-sentence as a foreboding pang of pleasure rushed through your lower stomach. there's a hotness building near the base and it's sizzling, like you can't hold onto it any longer, "but i think i'm about t— ah, fuck! toruuu!"

"say my name. just like that. you got it, sweetie." it's music to his ears, and your frustration and twitching eggs him on and incites him to go even faster. he's lapping at your dripping cunt and thrusting into your tight hole with urgency, and despite his speed, he's not being any less thorough, he's still reaching the deepest parts of you and brushing exactly on your sensitive spots. "good girl, almost there, sweets."

during all this hurried fury between your legs, sending heatwaves up your spine and contributing to the boiling knots in your stomach, he's still caressing your thighs the whole way through it. and glancing up you with those lovey-dovey eyes to make sure you're doing okay. "you're doing so well. just relax and come for me, baby. c'mon." he urges, wet noises coming from his lips against your pussy every time he talks, "it'd cheer me— ngnh— me up so much. aghh— to see you come. i'd owe you so much. c'mon, baby, please. come for me; come for your best friend."

at first it sounded like he was talking you through it, but by the end it seemed as though he had devolved into begging for you to release on him, virtually sobbing into your cunt. although, his tongue and lips never let up, relentlessly darting between your hole and your clit and thus it wasn't long before your pussy locks up and your jaw falls open, climaxing with his face between your legs.

"ah— fuck! 'toruu, hahh—" you cry, while he's completely transfixed on your face as you finish. his lips still work slowly against your folds but that's mostly muscle memory by now. the majority of his mind and attention is consumed by watching your face contort and the listening to the lewd noises you create. in combination with the wet squelching of your cunt, it's like the most pornographic symphony he's ever heard and he loves every second it.

"shit.. what the.." you trail off, panting as you come down from your high.

"how was it?" he asks enthusiastically, piping up the moment he thinks you're coherent enough to answer. but in reality, your mind was still foggy with that post-orgasm haze.

"uhh.." you say groggily. "good."

"really?"

"yeah.." you affirm, a weak smile gracing your lips, "it was good. thank you, satoru."

"thank you too. i feel a lot better." he explains, withdrawn from your pussy but on his front, between your legs. and from the grip he has on your legs, you can tell he's intent on staying for now, "could we.. go again maybe? one more time and then i'll be fully over the ghosting. for sure."

he expects you to recoil or rebuke him for even asking, but to his surprise, after a moment of tense silence, you decree in a soft voice, "y'know what, sure, why not? one more time wouldn't hurt." you both smile foolishly at each other. how you managed to fall for it again, you're unsure.

but you've surely learnt your lesson three orgasms later.

the second time he's calculating and deliberate with every stroke and movement of his lips. he barely talks his time, he's too focused. he's eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and his tongue moves with an uncanny precision, locating your clit and drawing towards it like a magnet to metal. and it's a similar situation for your g-spot. he eats you out like he's trying to prove some sort of hypothesis. every action is thought-out and every variable is accounted for. after a few minutes of this analytical approach, you're climaxing around his tongue, fingers wrapped up in his hair as your screams echo throughout the room.

the third one is loving and careful. you're not sure if his tongue inside you could be described as romantic, but it definitely feels that way. this time he kisses all over you more than he ever has before. peppering them over your thighs, on your damp folds, around your tight hole, and your clit definitely receives the most. he litters a couple of hickeys onto your thighs then sucks on your clit like he's trying to give it a hickey too. he talk a lot more than he did the last time as well, showering you with compliments. "god, this pussy is so gorgeous." "she's so well behaved." "you've been such a good girl for me." "you don't ever want me to stop, do ya?" "i love you so much, you know that, right?" "pretty little clit." he developed a tendency to speak about your pussy as though it's a separate entity to yourself, but you can't help but find it a bit endearing. this time he doesn't enter your hole as much but the attention and kisses and full blown make-out sessions he has with your clit makes up for it and is what leads you to your third orgasm at the hands (or.. mouth) of your best friend.

the fourth one is tired yet chatty. he's between your legs, eyes darting between your face and your cunt, having extensive conversations with you while occasionally pausing to lick a broad, lazy stroke across your lips. or ending a sentence by pumping his tongue into your cunt a couple times before pulling out with a gasp. you told him several times that it may be time for him to tap out but he just scoffs at your suggestion and continues eating. you fear that he might only stop when he's dead.. or when he falls asleep, which ever one comes first.

"did you like that, sweets?" he asks with a weak smile, planting the flat of his tongue against your clit and rubbing slightly. by now his glasses are all fogged up and covered with your juices, you're shocked he can even see out them. his face is dusted with a light red and the shortest hairs framing his face are matted to his skin with sweat.

"hnnph— ah, yeah. yeah, it was good." you moan at the friction between his tongue and your poor swollen clit, and when he captures it between his teeth, it makes you wince and gasp, "i— fuckfuck ahhhh— erm, i've never.. finished that many times in a row before."

he smiles even bigger upon hearing this. it's like you can see his ego growing bigger behind his eyes. "really? that's great. see, that means this was a really mutualistic experience; i got to cheer up and feel happy again, and you got four orgasms in one evening. it's a win-win." he plants a firm kiss against your clit, almost as a sorry for being so keen.

"four?" you choke.

"oh, heh, sorry, i meant three." he laughs awkwardly, cutely scrunching his nose as he does so. hoping to distract you from the fact that what he said was blatantly a lie — he meant four, you just don't know about the fourth one yet, and he wants to keep it that way for now.

"either way, we— mpph—" he latches on to your pussy again and is momentarily enthralled by your taste all over again. screwing his eyes shut to sloppily kiss and suck on your cunt for a few moments, before he stops and continues, "we should do this again sometime. y'know.. for mental health reasons."

"i'm not so sure.." you say, tone both skeptical and light-hearted.

satoru whips his head up and looks at you with pleading eyes, "what? why?" he murmurs.

"well, don't you think this is a bit intimate for friends to be doing. i imagine doing this stuff with a boyfriend or husband.." as you talk you watch his face fall into a frown, and since you just spent the last half an hour getting your cunt devoured to prevent him from being sad, of course you jump in and try to reassure him, "but that's not to say i didn't have fun! i did. it's just.. wouldn't you rather we find you a girlfriend to do this sorta stuff with instead?"

satoru exhales out of his nose, the cold air directly on your folds causing a shiver to run up your spine. "i guess i understand your sentiment. but due to recent events, i don't think my odds of getting a girlfriend are too high." he bites his bottom lip, sheepishly averting his gaze, "plus, i don't want you to think of this as proper sex. like i said earlier, it's just a biological process. it's not like i did this because i'm secretly harbouring an intense love and romantic attraction for you—"

another lie.

"—i just did it because it made us both happy. i know it's hard to separate our actions from feelings of intimacy, but that's just the oxytocin talking. when you look past that, you'll see that what we just did is no different than a bee pollinating a flower." he pauses, having to catch his breath after talking so much. during which, he notices that your perplexed and vaguely worried expression hasn't dissipated, so he says, "but.. if this made you uncomfortable and you don't want to do it again, then we won't."

"it didn't make me uncomfortable!" you hastily correct, not wanting him to feel guilty, especially after he gave you such a pleasurable time. "it's just.. i think i'm starting to understand what you mean now. but you're telling me to ignore the signals my brain is giving me and look past them, but it's not that easy. for you maybe, but i'm finding it.. tricky. i just don't want things to get awkward between us."

he nods understandingly, and you say, "maybe we could do it again sometime. we'll see what happens." you press a kiss to your two fingers and place them on this forehead; you would try to lean forward and kiss him with your lips but your core is far too weak to hold that position. "either way, i had fun. thanks, satoru."

he grins, your kiss erupting a calming fuzziness in his chest. when you retract your hand, he presses a kiss to your clit in reciprocation. "i don't think.." he laps at your cunt, slowly and sensually from the bottom to the top, "things could ever become awkward between us." his lips move against your folds, his eyes fall shut as he engages more in the kiss, "i love you too much and— mmmph.." he's really getting into it again now. what it's like to be consumed by your cunt. he slides his tongue into your wet hole and it quivers around him. "oh, you poor thing.." you feel his lips tug into a sly smile against your pussy.

"i can't leave you hanging, can i? that would make me an awful friend." he rationalises, more to himself that to you. he doesn't even wait for your response before he shoves his tongue into your worn pussy and makes simple work of slipping in and out, back and forth. one arms is still wrapped around your leg, stroking your thigh but he brings the other round to toy with your clit.

he's already got you so sore and sensitive from the previous round that now his merciless teasing is more fiery than ever. it's like your drowning in stimulation and ecstasy; you're fatigued and every inch of your pussy is throbbing, adding to the knot rapidly forming in your abdomen. it bulges and tightens and swells up, due to the indecent pressure applied by satoru's tongue and fingers. you're so fucked out that every moan comes out as more of a airy gasp. "too— gah! too much!"

"c'mon, you're right there, baby. show me what a good girl you are." he's sucking the juices straight off your skin, flicking your clit and massaging your lips when his tongue isn't rammed against the spongy spot on your walls. "n' i've not seen you squirt yet. maybe fourth times a char—"

"fuckfuck nngahh! toruuu!" you scream so gutturally that it causes his eyes to widen, and his cock to throb in his pants. he can't believe he's the one making you lose control like this.

"that's it, show me what this pretty pussy can do. you know you want it just as bad as i do." he nips your clit again and you jolt, just as he wanted. then he mellows you down with a few strategically places kisses then returns to pumping into your furiously twitching pussy. "calm down, sweets, let me handle you. let me take care of this—mmprhh— delicious pussy."

you thought it would be easier the fourth time around but it's not. just like all the others its a burning passion in your abdomen, a flurry of euphoria that you're chasing but is just out of reach. the tide is rising but not enough to wash over you. plus, it feel different this time; deeper. there's something weighing you down and swelling inside you, it makes everything feel heavier in a way you can't comprehend.

"show me how much you love me, baby. cum for me, please." your fingers are tangled in his hair, pushing him further into your cunt but he doesn't mind. in fact, he finds it helpful, it deters him from break away for air. he doesn't need to breath anyway, all he needs is his tongue lodged in your pussy and you releasing on his face again.

a minute more of his furious eating and his finger gyrating on your clit and you finally are able to come undone, submitting to the absolute bliss that washes over every inch of your body. your eyes roll back in your head and your pussy constricts while you squirt, coating gojo's face, glasses and hair with your essence. but you truly couldn't care less about the mess, a sense of calm in now imbued into you after the climax passes, and you're zen.

soaked in you, gojo finally sits up properly, shuffling over next to you and leaning his head on your shoulder. he's got that stupidly wide grin on his face again, clearly extra pleased with himself for making you orgasm four times. also, extremely amused by your gushing on his face.

"am i the first guy to ever make you squirt?" he idles.

"that's my sex life, satoru." you repeat.

"right.." he obeys this time, laying off, "i don't need to know if i was the first, but i'm definitely going to be the last."

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Your best friend was acting strange.

Given, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for his fawn eyes to linger on you just a little more than what’s considered appropriate for a “friend”, or for him to burn with the prettiest blush whenever you caught him. 

But these days it was almost like he was avoiding you on purpose. 

Taking the longer routes after lectures, being struck pale as a ghost mid-conversation, always muttering away underneath his breath. 

Hell, one day you even had half the mind to jokingly ask him whether he was talking to someone you couldn’t see - to which Choso had sputtered and all but sprinted away from you. 

And here he was right now - towering right at your apartment doorway in just a snug undershirt and the sexiest grey sweatpants.

“Ch-Choso?” Your jaw drops slightly at his disheveled, heaving state. 

Milky skin simmered with a sheen of sweat that made his dark tank top glue to his broad chest, chestnut strands of his bangs falling out of his bun to hide his eyes from you, almost…feverish.

Frantic gaze bouncing off the beefy arm he’d kept leaned over your doorframe for support, “What happened- are you sick? Are you drunk?” A quick glance at the clock showed that it was well past 12AM, “Are you okay, Cho-”

And then he flinches.

Fuck- he flinches as if the sound of that very nickname falling from your cute lips made his entire body shudder with a thousand bolts of lightning. 

Baritone voice hot and murky once he utters, “Baby…”

Oh. 

You could feel the goosebumps starting to slither down your spine already, and you tug nervously at the paper-thin pyjama shirt you had on. Too-aware of the fact that it was the only thing you were wearing other than your thin panties- damn.

Noticing the way that every minute movement of yours seemed to make Choso’s pants grow heavier; you dare to take a step closer, and it only makes him grip onto the mahogany doorway until it splinters. 

Teeth grit. Nostrils flaring. Barely holding himself together.

Gasping, “Cho?”

“I need you.”

“Wha-” And it’s the last thing escaping your mouth before Choso surges forward like he’s being jerked, movements twitchy - desperate - he falls a few steps forward until he’s in your heated proximity. 

Your saccharine scent so sweet that he’d be on his damn knees if you hadn’t clawed a hand on one of his flexing biceps- a gruff whimper departing from Choso’s plush, pink lips. “K-kiss me.” 

Oh, fuck.

You watch with a carnal sort of desire at the way that he scorches with a breezing blush all the way from the tips of his ears, down to his collarbones. Fisting your dominant hand in the flimsy cotton of your best friend’s undershirt, just the tiniest, weakest tug makes him gulp.

Now that he started, he couldn’t stop.

“Kiss me- kiss me, p-please.” He’s finally darting his hazy peripheries up from the floor to look at you, you, and only you. Dragging in a deeeep breath of your air, his half-lidded pupils were begging- “Kiss me, baby.”

You’re humming, the curved edges of your fingertips curling ‘round Choso’s nape and pulling him in. 

He’s melting.

He’s melting and melting into the kiss - as if he’d been dreaming of this for just as long as you have. Even longer. 

Strong, sturdy hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his hardened front, you gasp at the sweltering hot temperature he was radiating. Already feeling beads of perspiration starting to form across your forehead-

He’s sucking in a sharp breath, “Need to- need to tell you something.” 

Words huffin’ out through glides of his berry-pink lips across yours, each one wrenching out like it pained him to part from your candied mouth with each sloppy mwah! Blindly, he slams the door shut with the heeled back of his foot. “There’s- a- a thing-”

You’re grinning once his voice breaks - breaks, as soon as you’re sipping on the cold spherical piercing homed at the edge of his tongue like your favorite gummy candy. “A…thing?”

Through a slightly-cracked eyelid, your gaze sinks down between Choso’s thick, meaty thighs. Instantly feeling a wave of sap flood your mouth at the massive cylindrical bulge that tightened his sweatpants uncomfortably.

He was just too cute. 

“A ‘thing’, hm?” You’re breaking off to smirk, twisting a silky lock of his hair around your index in a way that makes the looming man in front of you shiver. Chasing and chasing your lips- he was so weak for you. 

Giving in, you’re just about getting ready to kiss your best friend silly once more - but what meets your ravenous mouth isn’t his soft, plump lips anymore. 

No, it doesn’t even feel human. 

What instead greets you is something frigid and slimy. Something that crushes you to him with a strength tenfold of what Choso had been using - almost animalistic - until you’re lurching back and gaping at the fact that your feet were now dangling almost two whole feet off of the ground.

Snapping your head to his face and- 

What…the…f-

“Don’t scream!” In a startling split-second, that black mass of goop masking Choso’s face slithers away in tiny tendrils to reveal, well, Choso. 

And honestly, you’re not sure if that wants to make you scream even more or just shuts you up completely. But whilst you ogle whatever it is in front of you, Choso keeps plowing on. 

“This- ah, this is what I meant by a…thing.” He’s stammering out nervously, dark brows crinkling with nervousness as he watches on for your reaction. “Basically- a few weeks ago- my body got infected by this alien thing- a ‘symbiote’, it said, and I-”

“Improved.”

You’re feeling that temptation to exhaust your lungs with yells once more as Choso’s swallowed up within that dark matter. 

Muscular and big. 

Except this time it was formulating a mouth - all wide and decorated in tiny, jagged canines - and slanted white eyes with not a pupil in sight. A dexterous tongue gliiiides down the crevice of its sharp mouth, glittered with strands of slobber. “We are Venom, pretty girl. And you smell…”

Venom’s voice was deep. Coarse. A rumbling bass that made the very bottom of your stomach quiver- you’re distracted only by the growling sniff he lets out. Monstrous ivory eyes locked right between your heated core-

“-delicious.”

Oh…he was reaching well near eight feet and twitching from the inside out once Choso fights to regain control. 

“A-as you can see-” Smiling sheepishly down at you - you blink, and your best friend was suddenly back. Eyes hooded, mouth snarling, looking ruined. What the fuck. “-he really seems to like your scent and it’s driving me-”

“Stop talking, boy, and mate the girl.”

“Shut up.” 

You blink almost owlishly in disbelief, and in something…else, as you feel your thighs clench together. A slight motion that Venom surely doesn’t miss, if the way that Choso’s lungs heave with more gulps of your sweet, sweet leaking pheromones was anything to go by.

And then, you’re finally piping up– “Let…let me see that tongue of Venom’s again?”

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“A-are you sure? W-we’re best friends, and I’ve never…”

You’d be rolling your eyes at the repeated question if it wasn’t for the fact that Choso Kamo just looked so pretty when he was knelt obediently at the very foot of your bed. 

A thin sliver of sweat sliding down his temple, breaths coming out in heated gusts, slender hands balling into a fist and shivering once you smear your legs open just a fraction more. Twitching, white-knuckled like he was forcing himself to not just ruin you right then and there. 

“Mhm.” You’re nodding, and the very action is enough for him to snap his eyes down where your cotton panties were starting to dampen and swallow. “Please, handsome- don’t be coy.”

It was almost too good to be true. 

But, fuck, Choso wasn’t waiting around ‘till he wakes up from this dream.

With so much pent-up eagerness that he felt his lips twist into a sleazy grin- Choso’s crawling himself the few inches it was to stuff himself nose-deep between your pretty legs. 

“O-oh.”

First it was the tiniest tug on your restless hips, then it was a sniff- and then it was a bite of his honed, glossy pearly whites over the lacy lil’ bow homed on the hem of your underwear. A throaty groan snarling through his teeth– “Oh, baby…”

That did it-

Quick as a flash, he’s snagging his teeth on the flimsy fabric of your panties and all but tearing it off of you. Rip-rip-ripping to simply push its tatters to the side, Choso doesn’t even fully take it off before he was simply drooooling. 

Gulping and gulping the scent of your leaking hole. 

“Sweet.” He gasps out, words taking on a dark edge. And you swear the chocolate color of his irises looked as if they were almost glowing, “So sweet.”

“Hurry, the symbiote hungers.”

Sharp jaw ticking as he ignores Venom’s request, the fattened pad of his thumb spanks down on your swollen pussylips and spreads you all wide open. Cock twitching at the deafening wet squelch! that chimes once he gathers copious wads of saliva and spits. 

All over your lustrous cunt, slicking out a mess so great that it was already starting to form a puddle underneath your silken sheets. 

“And mine.”

“Tch.”

And Choso wasn’t just greedy - he was outright gluttonous. 

“You…you taste this sweet, baby?”

“Oh- ohhhh fuck–!” You’re shrilling out a syrupy moan once his chilly tongue piercing flicks at the tippy-top hood of your clit like a lollipop. Taking extra care to press down hard so that it has you thrashing-

“There? S’that good?” He’s roaming his mouth over your puffed-up lips eagerly, yearning. Not knowing what he was doing, just addicted. “You’re so wet, baby- s’this for me- r-really, really f’me?”

He just couldn’t believe it- and the only answer he’s getting is a few soft gasps of oh! and yes! Spit n’ whines overflowing your tongue with every slap of his textured tastebuds. You couldn’t help but nod your head down and admire just how drunken Choso was as he’s suckin’ away on your perky clit. 

The hollows of his cheeks sucked-in and flushed red, spit-glossed mouth wrapped snugly ‘round your sensitive nub. 

You’re whimpering, head thrown back at the grunts he muffles out between your legs. 

“M-more, Cho–” You mewl out in a tone that makes his tensed hips rut forward like an animal, immediately grinding against the firm base of your bedframe. Fuck. Snaking a hand down to intertwine with his mussed-up bangs, and tugging them free of his bun- “Wan’ more.”

“More.”

“Hear that? I wanna taste.”

His tongue’s so thirsty - throat so parched - that it lets out the most sinful sluuuuurp at the very first slobbery drag from the dewy base of your quivering pussy, openin’ up your plump folds so widely agape to lather down on the very top of your clit. 

Nodding and nodding and nodding- grinding up to tease the mushy tip of his tongue past your slippery folds just the tiniest bit. “More- please.”

And it’s not like Choso didn’t hear you - fuck, it’s that you’d broken him.

Because it happens in a singular nanosecond, it happens so fast you’re seeing cartoonish stars in your vision when he’s hauling you halfway across the bed like some glorified ragdoll. 

Thighs thrown over his shoulder, trembly hands guided through his sweaty scalp, mouth wolfish- 

“Keh. No wonder you’re a virgin, boy.”

“Sh-shut up.” He’s answering out loud, sending the most electric buzzes down your spine as he nips on the fleshy slope of your pussylips. His own ears pop! as the pointed curve of his chin hits your treacly cunt with a smack of skin-on-skin, so deep. Nose-deep till those lined tattoos on his face. 

Ready to suffocate if he has to.

“Oi- give me a taste, and I’ll give her…more.”

Upper lip glueing to your pussy, Choso’s making you scream every time the sharp ends of his fangs snag on your clit. “Shut up shut up shut up-‘

“Ch-Cho?” Fuck, it takes you every ounce of strength in your body to lift your head up from your creaky bedsprings. Glassily eyeing the way that his grip on your hips turns bruising with semi-circular claw-marks of his, “Everything hah! alright?”

And shit- he breaks off slightly from your dripping wet pussy once- twice. Thrice, each n’ every time letting off a pained grunt that forces him back to stuff himself at his favorite spot between your legs.

He couldn’t even break off to speak. To breathe.

Still murmuring his response at the outer edges of your saturated core, with so many numerous strings of slick dangling from his rovering, swollen lips. Gingerly, “It’s V-Venom, he…wants a taste too.”

“Oh.”

And shit- Choso didn’t need Venom’s superhuman abilities to notice the instant that you’re growing so much wetter. A silky torrent of sap gushing out of you to lacquer your inner thighs like a fountain, already making him lurch- and suck and suck up every pearly droplet.

“I…” You’re starting off, lip chewed underneath your teeth in a way that almost makes him jealous. The memory of his extravagant tongue still fresh in your mind, “-wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh? Well…”

“-about time.”

As Choso lets Venom take over, you can’t help but gasp.

Oh, you were never getting used to this. 

He was about two feet taller, hulking, monstrous. And the only thing more lecherous than that toothy grin he wore was his tongue - sliiiiding out all its endless inches and swaying teasingly to n’ fro in midair. Big. 

So, so big. 

“Eyes…” He’s looming over until scalding hot breath humidifies your features, tonality so gruff that it rumbles your very bones. Oh, he already knows of his effect on you - can flick his tastebuds out and taste it in the saccharine air. “Lungs…pancreas…”

The curly, reddened end of it stingingly slapping down on your thigh, Venom’s tongue is oh-so-long enough that he can lace it all over your shivering leg and wrench them further and further open–

“Pussy.”

And then it feels like you’re being split apart- just a few solid, thorough inches of Venom’s slimy tongue burrowing past your puffy folds, keeping your jolting legs pinned firmly by a few of his Stygian spirals. 

One taste. One taste is all it takes. 

You’re being rendered utterly stupid by the swashing flicks of his pointed muscle stirrin’ up your insides, wriggling in circular slurps around and around and around your gummy walls. Scarfing you down until his tongue reaches the very gooey bottom of your cunt and kisses your cervix. 

So hard that you’re pushed up the mattress and he’s forced to wrap a few tendrils that reel you back down again. 

“Heh, finish line.”

“What- oh…oh my god-” Tears drip down in constant rivers from your heavy lids, wailing whimpers breaking off from your larynx at every smack-smack-smack he left on that spongy end. Further pushing aside your panties, retracting aaaaaalll the way back to thruuuust- “Y-your tongue is sooo big.”

“So many snacks. How good.” He’s tittering out with a thundering pant, spiked ends of his canines littering your skin with gnawing bites. “How delicious. How…”

He’s sloshing his tongue almost aggressively inside, whacking your g-spot in-between his barreling journey to fuck you with his tongue just as much as he wanted to with his cock. 

Lolling sloppily, thrusting, dragging the ridges of his tastebuds across your g-spot. 

And it takes you a few more vulgar strokes, it takes you the sound of that familiarly melodic voice for you to flap your tear-heavy lashes open and finally look once more between your legs. “-mine.”

It’s almost as if both Choso and Venom couldn’t decide on who wanted to make out with your soft, candied pussy more. 

Because it was your best friend’s pretty upper half of his face peeking out from between your splattered legs, but Venom’s mouth that was pumpin’ addictively past your rubbery entrance. Over and over. 

“N-ngh pleeease!” Comes out your repeated record of whines, every mushy gyration so good that you can’t help but rock into every second of his frenzied cadence. Creeping down one of your hands to smear your pussylips wider with a soppy slurp so that he could go even deeper, “I-it’s so good- don’t stop don’t stop.”

And the look in Choso’s dark eyes is the most raw glint of disbelief that you’ve ever seen.

Unsteady thighs clenching as he hits his v-line against the wooden board of your bed and grinds, unwilling to angrily fist his raging cock the way he ached n’ leaked to, unwilling to take his hands off of you for a mere second.

“N-no no, move that hand, baby. Lemme see her- Please.” You’ve never seen your cute best friend dare to be so rude- urgently swatting away those few fingers of yours to replace with his own knobbly, greedy ones. 

Pressin’ on your weeping, swollen clit with the flat end of his digit - you’re coating his chipped black nail polish with so many layers of goopy slick that it trickles down to his wrist. 

And oh, you’d almost forgotten just got many frigid metal rings that Choso wore on his hot fingers. Sappily nuzzling the inside of your left thigh the very moment he’s slipping his middle past your widely messy hole and curling–

 “How could I? How c-could I stop?” He’s muttering away - octaves higher than you’re used to, hitting and hitting your bruised and battered g-spot at the very same tempo that Venom was, too.

Double whack after whack that made your spine arch curvaceously off of the dampened mattress, icy edges of his rings scraping your walls. Choso just salivates at the heavenly sight of you below him, “How could you even- think- I’m-”

“-addicted.”

And Venom chooses just this precise moment to make your stupidly muddled mind remember his presence until you can’t think at all. 

Prolonging his plumply constricted tongue - using his symbiotic powers and extending it even more feet stuffed inside your tightly cozy walls, slashing the very tip to become split-ended. 

“Pretty. Pretty pussy.” He’s groaning out carnally, and your throat rips with a scream once he’s starting up a thrusting pace that flicks at your weeping cunt with those two slithering ends of his monstrous tongue. “Don’t know who’s prettier- you or…”

You’re shivering then - shivering at the windy gust of air inhaled once Venom tugs you even closer by his black coils and sniffs. Breath hot, his French kiss on your pussy hotter. “-her.”

“Fuck- fuck, you’re making such a mess, Choso.”

“Mhmmmm—”

Shifting between both his tongue and Venom’s - every transformation had you dizzy. Alternating between Venom’s hard, almost violent thrusts with his split-end tongue to Choso’s sensual tickling of his piercing into your most favorite spots. 

Glittery slick and spittle dripping down like a glazing polish, Choso’s swallowing down every sweet gumdrop like he’s a man starved. 

Like a damn dog in heat, every pant of the honeyed pheromones between your legs was driving him fucking mad. Making his hips thrust-

“Sh-she’s drooling almost as much as ngh- me, baby.” He’s fighting back that damn parasite for more more more of you- for every squelch! once he’s mazing his second, third lengthy finger inside. 

Searching for your g-spot like treasure trove - hitting and hitting, you’re so pretty and gone that Choso’s chuckling. “Ride it.” Pap-pap-pap goes his hits to your delicate, most tender spots, faster. “Ride it- yeah, ride m’f-face like it’s yours, baby- ride it.”

“S-shoooo much–” And you don’t know whether it’s the torrents of slicked saliva falling from your mouth or the sheer overstimulation that has you jumbling up your syllables - but it’s enough to make both Choso and Venom grin. “It’s so ngh- haaaa–”

“She’s close.”

“Fuh-fuck.” He’s spitting into your drooling lips, right above your pulsating nub. Ringed digits so thick that it makes your knees shake and weaken. Sloppy. “Faster. Harder. Use me, baby-”

Again and again and again.

Your brain’s fuzzily stupid by the time you finally recognize that familiar twist at the bottom of your tummy, too. Blubbering out an unsteady, “P-please! M’not gonna- ngh! last, Cho.”

“I know- I know I know I know– make a mess.” He’s spitting out once more, letting a wad of saliva stream straightly down your slit and liiicking it all up before Venom overtakes him to keep on probin’ your entrance fully. Swirling every speckled tastebud until it was like the symbiote was trying to brand you–

And with a gluttonous swipe at the fresh beads of slick homed on top of your nub, Choso wastes no time before pinching your clit- 

“Cum. Cum on my tongue, baby. Mine.”

-and making your field of vision simply shatter with tears once you’re crashing into that built-up high. 

“Shit- shiiiiit. I-it feels so good, Cho- I’m- nghhh I’m…” It was an orgasm like no other- fuck, any of your toys were paling in comparison to Choso and his…parasite. 

Fully himself now, you gawk with your mouth unlatched into a sagging oh! at the primal way that Choso’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs with each eager swallow. Thin lines of sappy slick falling from the pink, puckered corners of his lips and waterfalling all down the side of his damn throat. 

“Th-tha’s it-” His sopping wet tongue drags uuuup n’ down your open folds to trawl you through your euphoria, every lolling flick of the curled end jostling against your thoroughly-stuffed folds.

Pumping, pounding your glutinous walls until they’re sticking to his barreling digits like adhesive, the metallic band curving his fingers smooches your g-spot softly. Dimly-lit molten eyes widening at the sheer ribbons of sap you’re letting off with every white-hot bolt of pleasure.

“This- this is all f’me–?” He’s crooning out, dazed. Letting his jaw fall open with every quiver you’re instinctively clenching with your cunt, “All for me- me. More- more, baby.”

“For me, you mean.”

Choso- Venom- Choso just keeps on alternating their slobbering drags of your hips until you’re completely wrung dry. Even the tiniest spank of their rugged tastebuds making you squeal with overstimulation, tears pinpricking behind your eyes. 

“Aw, c-c’mon–” Your best friend slurs out in a tingling, pussydrunken tone - so gone that his perspired head falls n’ cuddles your thigh. Begging, “M-more…?”

“But Cho…m’sensitive.”

And he’s perking his head up like the thought didn’t even occur to him - only then do you get a final, filthy look at your best friend after so long. 

Grinning, he sucks on each of his polished, soppy fingers. Each and every one - looking right into your dilated pupils, “That was my first time.”

Fuck.

He was pretty. 

Granted, you always did know that, but right now - with Choso’s dark strands of hair hooding his half-opened gaze, what little you could see of his eyes gleaming, cheekbones burning scorched red - he was dreamy.

He’s wearing your saccharine wads of slick like a medal of honor. 

Thickly coating everywhere from the tattoo on his nose, to the lower half of his face, to bubble all down his jaw. A slippery wire of it spills from the corner of his mouth as it starts moving, an almost airy tone seeping into his voice. “I-I’m never wiping this off- hey!”

Before he knows it, Venom’s tendrils dart out to filthily lick off the remnant excess his host cherished so much.

Grinning, “Delicious.”

Fighting back his damn alien acquaintance, you stifle a giggle as Choso’s rosy lips jut out into a pout. Lifting his knee onto the bed- well, grindin’ it right between your legs so that he’s putting pressure on your throbbing slope. 

Fleshy thumb and index squeezing your cheeks together, “Spit in my mouth.”

“Wh-what?”

“Spit-” His sweaty forehead sticks against yours, humid breath clouding up your senses. And you could count every long lash, every smudge of his dark eyeliner. Hiccuping, “-in my mouth.”

And the moment you do- fuck, the moment you’re pursing your spit-glued lips to let out a saccharine web of saliva that slops right down his pinkish tongue with a splat! So loud and filthy and sinful that Choso only as the time to breath out a shallow ‘fuck!’ before he’s cumming.

Burning hot and feverish. Right then and there to create a dripping damp spot in his trousers- “Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit- you’re t-too-”

“Great going, virgin.”

“Shut up-” Choso grits through clenched teeth, desperately trying to heave his breaths back into some semblance of normalcy. Failing, once you immediately reach over and tug his sweatpants down-

He was cumming and cumming so much that you’re met with a white, streaming wet mess that gleams down both of Choso’s meaty thighs. They’re shivering with each ribbony string of seed that oozes down his long limbs, “O-oh, so pretty, Cho.”

“Oho? She’s an interesting one.”

“I-I know…”

And you’re not just talking about his orgasm.

Because when you’d imagined - on those long, lonely nights - that your best friend would be big…you didn’t expect that he’d be big. 

Damn near ten- no, maybe even eleven inches of fat, hot girth that swelled his mushroomy tip to be as cutely pink as a strawberry and just as thick. 

Your mouth waters as you follow the winding lightning patterns of his puffy veins, oh-so-prominently bloated that you swear you could count every throb-throb-throb. 

And what- what was that?

No, you weren’t imagining it. Choso Kamo had a tiny studded Prince Albert’s piercing right near the tip-top of his bulging cockhead. Cold and sparkling underneath the dim bedroom lighting. 

Mindlessly, you’re darting over to swipe one of your thumbs across a creamy bead of cum that’d started drenching his dark happy trail.

“O-oh.” Choso grunts at the look on your gorgeous face once he’s letting his chubby balls twitch n’ soak your skin with yet another splurging streak of seed. Again. Just from you touching him. “No one’s ever touched me like this- fuck!”

And you just had to find out whether he tasted as sweet as he looked.

Planting your mouth over his juice-capped head with a wet plop! you hum with utter delight at the caramel salted taste of him. Aching and pulsing underneath his piercing with just the tiniest kitten lick to his leaking orifice. 

“Do it, boy.”

“Wh-what?”

“Do it. I’m inside your mind, do it.”

And Choso really wouldn’t have considered being that rude - really. 

He really, really wanted to take his time slow n’ sultry with the one person who’s been the girl of his dreams from the moment he met you.

But fuck- Venom was jerking his body so that with the slightest rock, he’s rutting like a fucking animal deep inside the hot cavern of your mouth. Staining a milky white lipgloss around your plumpened lips, pushing his seed inside—

Venom wanted to see you choke.

“M-mmpf—!” And you can’t lie about the way the sheer force and heady musk of Choso’s v-line made your thighs squeeze.

“That’s it- cry. Cry on my cock- atta girl.”

“Fuck! I’m sorry-” He’s panicking from above as your pretty nose detaches from the curly black tuft of hair at his toned pelvis. “I’m sorry I’m sorry, baby. Are you-”

Only…for all his concerned apologies to shrivel up on Choso’s tongue when he catches the way you’re smiling. 

Cockdrunk and stinging at the back of your throat with the way that Venom had actually elongated Choso’s already-massive cock just a few more centimeters by accident. Oh, fuck…

The hazed look that’d crept into your eyes as you look up makes the towering man shiver. Striking him to his very cock, “C’mon- fuck me, Cho.”

“C’mon. Don’t wanna disappoint the pretty girl.”

Choso doesn’t even remember getting rid of his undershirt, his sweatpants, everything but his silver rings and necklace - but what he does remember is the way your eyes had widened just the slightest fraction as you took in all of him.

Shit, was he sculpted by the Greek gods or what?

You could count every one of his eight, toned washboard abs - making the broad width of his pecs look so thick. So engulfing as they tense n’ ripple once your best friend slouches sexily on top of you to pull off your cotton t-shirt.

“Oh.” He’s gasping- you’re not wearing a bra. Completely naked underneath him except for the lecherous remnants of your torn panties still hanging on. 

Ones that he keeps on - even when you try to shuffle them down with a whine - once he’s flipping the two of you over to let you straddle his slenderly sculptured hips. 

“Keh- this position.”

“Shut up and watch.”

Blushing and pretty.

Choso’s teary lashes knock against the apples of his cheeks as he blinks furiously up at you, throat scratchily raw. Gulping more of your scent, “R-ride me, baby.”

“Cho–” You’re sliding the mounds of your ass gingerly against his aching hot length, shudders skittering down your spine at the sheer size of him pressing up into you. “Y-you’re so big, though- don’t know if it’ll fit.”

“I’ll make it fit-”

“A-am I actually that big?” He’s whispering, in awe. Watching with damply bated breath as he’s spanking his cock against your right ass cheek with a wet smack! smack! smack!

Pointing that curved, bulbous tip right between your pussylips and sliiiiiding it up n’ down so that you’re coating him in all your sweet juices, Choso’s guiding his girth until your hole was quivering for something - anything. 

Him him him. 

Panting at the first squeeze of his reddened, blushing tip- “Oh, you feel like th-this?” His pitched voice wavers almost as much as his heavy eyelids, falling apart with just that first taste of your perfect cunt. “Fuh-fuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck! Baby- you feel like this?”

This was heaven.

And he’s spurting out a few stray wads of cum just from feeling your velvety walls, letting it thwack! against your goopy innards n’ stick to your trembling folds. 

“You got it- you got it.” Choso’s voicebox cracks with a lil’ whimper at that snug resistance, “You can take it- you can take it. I’ll make it fit.”

“Oh- oh my god- Choso- Cho–!”

“S’it too biiig for my girl, hmm?” Croaking out in unison with the aged bedcoils of your mattress, each and every time Choso jerks his hips off the bed and pushes. Just to fit in. “Baby-” Choso gasps as you throw your head back with a mewl at the sheer size of him.

His painfully-aching cock was so big that just the stoutest inch being bullied inside was enough to make your vision blotch with white. Rounded circumference stretching n’ stretching your slick-flooded walls stupid- “I’m sorry, baby- sorry s’big. But you’re my girl- my girl can take it- you can…you can take it.”

It’s inch by overlarge inch.

Choso’s scraping his way down your walls so sensually that you could feel your fuzzy brain sparking every time one of his prominent veins was draaaagging a zig-zagging pattern along.

Curled toes twitching with each passing second, “S-s’it almost all the way in, baby–?”

“Mhm—” And you’re just letting out the cutest cry once he finally eases himself all the way in, practically impaling you. Head throwing back, tits bouncing, cunt overspilling. 

“Hmmm…maybe this position isn’t so bad.”

Choso didn’t disagree, but it took every single shred of rationality left inside of him to push back Venom’s rasping voice and wrench out a desperate thrust. Allll the way from the globular ends of his ruby-red tip till your sensitive pussy tickled against his soaked-through happy trail.

Tenderly caressing your palm down his hardened front, “I-it’s in–?” Your hitched tone makes his eyes roll back, and yet- and yet, he’s fighting to bring them back down n’ watch your gaped bounces back into his sloppy pace. “It’s in. O-oh my god, c-can feel you all the way in hck! here.”

He’s just so big.

And you’re swearing that Choso only fattens himself even bigger, fatter, wider once you slide your hand about halfway up your tummy. Feeling for that one spot he was bruisin’ right into your spongy cervix.

Biting his lip not to cum again, “Yeah-” You’re jostled ever-so-slightly on top of him as he’s sucking in a deeeep breath, “Yeah yeah yeah- you got it. Y-you better take all of it hngh! Take every. Single. Inch.”

Every vein, every sliding ridge, every throb that was bucked into your readily-awaiting entrance- Choso wasn’t just mazing open your cunt- 

He was spearheading you with such thorough thrusts that made your back curve backwards just so.

“Tch- I’d fuck her even better.”

“No you w-wouldn’t.”

Lazily weaving tendrils start tickling your outer pussy, threatening to slip n’ slide their greedy way past your lips. “Is that a challenge? Summon Venom, if you dare.”

“What’s he saying, Cho?” You coo, tear-shimmered lashes blinking adorably down at his internal argument. And as if he could ever say no to you - hell, the response is dripping from his tongue before he even realizes it.

Grouching out, though he couldn’t deny the way his own cock was jolting at the very idea- “H-he wants a try, too…says he’ll be even better.”

A cockdrunk smile plasters itself onto your face- “Prove it.”

And you were right in your prediction - Venom didn’t just make Choso meaner, it made him bigger. 

So big, in fact, that the bawling tip gently kissin’ your g-spot was instantaneously skidding past to give your cervix a longer, harsher probe. 

So hard that you’re sure there’s now a permanent crater of his exact meaty circumference. And you’re being filled with the distinct feeling that Venom could’ve gone bigger - he just didn’t want to break you…yet. 

Draping across his oversized pectorals, you’re nothing against his over eight foot height. “Y-you…”

Those slimy raven molasses covering his half-fucked face once more to form a rude Cheshire-cat smile. “Me.” Planting an Earth-shattering, mind-numbing ram you’re feeling all the way in your lungs, his pulsing length is so widely thick that Venom has to bite down on his lips and manhandle you for his thrusts to move to and fro. “I am inside your pussy, greedy girl. Me.”

Flicking his dexterous shaft to brush your tingling g-spot, he’s using his powers so much that you could almost feel yourself bonding with the symbiote, with Choso.

“I know every inch, nerve, and spot inside of you. I can make you scream-” Coiling mass contracting to barrel your elastic walls even wider, you’re rightfully crying out at the way he molds himself deliciously into your very walls. 

“Nghhh- fuck! Fuck, y-you’re in sooo deep-”

Stealing your sweetened scent, making him heated. “Hmmm, kiss me.”

But that didn’t mean that your best friend- your…Choso was going down that easy.

In a few more brushstrokes of his ravaging cock against your softest spot - before you can kiss him - Choso’s blinking back the cobwebs of his symbiote so that his face spies out. Only the lower half of his body - his length - partially-covered–

“Keh- annoying.”

“Should’ve- should’ve done this sooner-” He hisses out through a narrowed pant, flecks of spittle flying angrily across the non-existent space between your two faces. “-done this muuuuch sooner- you h-have no idea.”

“O-oh nghhh fuck fuck fuck–” The backs of your thighs ache after every slamming pap! you’re bouncing back into his swervin’ hips. 

Pounding away like he was crazed, every jackhammer only makes Choso grow more feral. Every swab of his prolonged cock inside your silken pussy feral-

His rummaging, fat-tipped shaft was so large that you could feel the way his ridged cockhead scraped your cervix with his studded Prince Albert’s, roaming like a searchlight to spot your most favorite angles.

Eyeliner practically staining down his cheeks now, “Should’ve fuh-fucked you the moment I ngh- met you. Should’ve fucked you r-right there on the lecture table in front of everyone- sh-should’ve—” You’re squealing once his doughy, ringed fingertips dart down to toy with that pretty lil’ clit of yours. “-should’ve let her drive me hck! crazy sooner, baby.”

Oh, he was babbling. 

Cooing, you slither one of your hands through the dampened valleys of his dark hair, “Awww– d-drivin’ you crazy, Cho–?”

“Yes.” He’s seething, he’s heaving. Saturated pheromones driving him mad, he can’t help but flop his pierced tongue across your lips and suck. “S-s’not even that damn parasite anymore-”

Pace growing sloppier by the minute, barely even noticing when those same digits coddling your clit had started to twist and turn in shape. Overtaken by Venom and his meeeean tendrils that alternate between dragging on your overstimulated clit and slipping inside…

“Sh-shit– Venom?”

“Sayin’ another man’s name when I-I’m here- ngh–” Choso’s nosebridge crinkles as he teases you, watery honeypool eyes dropping down to where your glossy hole was swallowing him whole. 

Mouth falling into an ah! at the way Venom’s wisping vines were still wrapped snugly to smooch your walls wiiiide open. And fuck- fuck, the sight. The sight of you bulging with all of his staggering cock still taking in more, more, more of him.

“I see…” He’s giggling - giggling, glassy eyes boring dead-on up at you through his curtained bangs and oh- they were shaped into hearts. Baritone voice rasping as one of his veins itches your walls, snagging past your underwear. “Greedy girl.”

It’s almost as if you didn’t know whether it was Choso or Venom taking over now, only fucked dumb with every sharp jut. Both his cock- his tentacle-like strands spreading you open, targeting your g-spot over n’ over with his plummy, split-ended tip. 

Digging inside, scouring so wetly.

Spread twice as open that the squelch! squelch! squelch! of it resonating each nanosecond was quickly becoming Choso’s favorite song. 

You were damn near shattered.

“I-I’m so close-” You’re hiccuping through your salty tears, brows scrunching at the stormy wave of bliss that was surely oncoming. “-f-fuck! Choso m’gonna cum.”

“Fuck- fuck, m’not gonna last either–” His response comes out guttural, and it’s just so sexy the way that he’s forced to gnaw on the strawberry gummy texture of the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from filling you up right then and there. 

Tender, aching balls squeezing dangerously before-

“Breed her.” Venom’s voice thunders out enough for the both of you to hear, excitement spiking down your spine and straight to where your pussy was drooling. “I know you want to. I know you both want it.”

Shocked, Choso sounds as if he could still barely even believe this was all real. “I-is that true, baby?” Tentatively craning you over to drag his lips softly against yours, “Can I really…inside…my girl?”

“Mhm– please- please, I wan’ it all inside—!” 

“G-get ready.” 

The plush, cushy tip of his cock outlines a water-logged line straight down your cervix as Choso leans further into the bed. Feet planting down flatly so that he can pressurize his powerful, inhuman hips to thrust-

“She’s about t-to be full- so full.” You can feel such pangs of desire as his teeth pull back into a primal snarl, tear-glinted eyes locked permanently where his red, swollen cock was disappearing between your legs. “So full that you won’t even remember what it ngh- feels like w-without me stuffed inside this cunt.”

Squirming with a yearning for sweet, sweet release once he hovers a fingertip over to about halfway up your tummy and draws an invisible line there.

“H-here.” Deepening it with the pressure of his rude digits, Choso’s right hand still rolls over your clit with a few shapes of hearts. Once. Twice. Thrice. “Get ready here–”

Whining, “I’m- I’m gonna-”

Before Venom’s slimy tendrils pinch it once more and you’re cumming- and so is he. 

But Choso doesn’t even realize it - doesn’t even remember to breathe the very moment you’re creaming all down his pummeling cock. Such cute twitches taking over your body as you shut your eyes and riiiide it all out. 

Using his sloppily saturated shaft like a dart that was pokin’ the bullseye of your pussy again and again. Every brushing skid straight across slapping your g-spot repeatedly to drag out your high with a squeeeelch.

And Choso’s licking his lips at the glossy lathering that glued to your folds, then - and only then - catching sight of the dollops of creamy white that was frothing out of your glistening entrance. 

Thick and hot. 

Every splat! of his ribbony sap hits the back of your pussy like heavily condensed cream, swashing inside of you like a sizzling second skin. It feels so filthy to have his mess beading down your walls and forming such a soaking ring ‘round his bulky hilt. 

Your meaty folds spread to smear the puddle that was forming up his happy trail, “You- you feel so good inside.”

“O-oh-” Almost thankful as Venom’s dark strands push aside your torn, sullied panties further for his host to take a better look. Blushing all the way to the tattoos across his nosebridge, “A…a creampie.” 

He’d cum- he’d really, really cum - inside of you. Pressing down on the prettily jiggling tummy bulge he was fucking into you- and it’s enough to make you scream. “Want more.”

And you’re just tapering off from your own orgasm, eardrums nearly popped yet still managing to register those words. Clenching, “Wh-what? Will it- hngh- even fit, Choso?”

“No- nononono it will- it will.” Urgent, rapidly he’s flipping the two of you immediately over to hover on top of you and rut- like an animal. 

You’re gasping once your head plops down on the soft mattress, heels struggling to cling onto Choso’s sweat-laminated hips until he’s trekking his beefy arms underneath and hauling them over his shoulders. Bending, bending, bending into a–

Oh, a mating press. 

He had you manhandled like some lawnchair into a mating press. The sloppiest of its kind, he’s using Venom’s tendrils to lock your ankles together in just two blinks of his eye.

“I can make it fit–” Growling through the tiniest gaps of his grit pearly whites, he kisses his forehead to yours and inhales that sweet scent of yours still permeating the heady air. The chilly heard pendant of his necklace hits the front of your chin and makes you keen. Rough, rugged through punctuating rams, “I will- I will I will- it’ll fit- It will.”

Shivering and shuddering. 

He struggles to even focus his eyesight on you properly - and Choso’s heated maw droooops at the deafening squelch! your pussy pushes out once he sinks all the way back in.

A thick capping of white syrup rising all the way to the top once his massive girth once more fills out your every nook and cranny. He’s still so ravenous that the sight down there is enough to make his mouth water. 

And this position, this angle made Choso’s elongated shaft lean into your g-spot so bruisingly that with only a few more strokes you’re cumming again. 

Fleeting, and faster than you both know it.

It’s only once Choso sniffs at the air and grins that he realizes the rapidly pulsing ba-dump–! of your velveteen walls was because you’re bein’ his good girl and cumming once more. 

Heavy breeder balls striking the treacly slope of your cunt until they were raw and red - you’re sure that the both of you are bruised everywhere. His thighs on your own, your ass on his pelvis, you can’t even wriggle your ankles free because Venom’s keeping a firm grip on them.

Rendering you at the full mercy of Choso’s thrashes dragging out your high, “P-please- fuck- it just f-feels too good, Cho-!”

“S’good- s’good-” He’s flushing out in something that looks like a mix of relief and need. No sooner milking himself on your tightly clenched pussy until you’re being filled all over again.

This time with white, wispy ropes of seed that ache his sensitive shaft to spray out, still coating your gummy walls with viscid layers upon layers. So much.

“So good f’me- so good. Look how much sh-she’s ngh- suckin’ in, sooooo full and- and warm…” He was practically twitching right now, trembling. “Jus’ look at that greedy girl.”

You couldn’t even be moved without feeling all its wads splosh inside of you.

And he still wanted more. 

Yelping, your legs struggle to shut once his sloppy cadence turns even sloppier. Lazier. 

“O-one more-” Choso’s puffing out in a clouded pant, “Keep- keep those pretty legs hck! open f’me- I beg. M’begging- take it, baby.”

Vein-covered forearms placing attractively upon either side of your head to lace right on top of your crowned scalp and push- Weaving wines of the symbiote winding down to furiously pump his cock.

To bloat himself up oh-so-thick straight after two whole orgasms, flying up and down up and down up and down to make his cherry-red divot start weeping once more. “One more- one more.”

“Nghh fuck fuck- Choso–!” Your lower lip wobbles cutely at the carnal glissade of his washboard abs down your own front, he was so strong that you could count every flex and ripple. “S-shooo sensitive-” Eyes shuttering tearfully, you can only jerk your hips up weakly. “-so much. Too much.”

“Never too much.”

Venom’s voice speaks up from somewhere, and you’re feeling the snaking, slimy journey of his tendrils twistin’ around your tits to grope. A greedy handful that teases your hardened nipples so–

“Less talking. More fucking.”

“W-woah-” Choso breathes at the sight before him. You were ruined in only ways he’d seen in his wettest dreams - and it’s not like he was doing any better. Because the way your hips were moving…“B-birthing hips- look at h-her take that big fuckin’ cock. So pretty- so pretty so pretty so pretty.”

You’re so overstimulated that even the slightest brush of his lightning bolted veins makes you gasp- tears springing up to your eyes. “F-feels so…oh.” So good, his stamina was maddening. 

“Yeah? Yeahhh? S’all for you- only for you-” Purposefully pressing up close so that your poor clit gets rubbed over by that patch of tawny brown at the base of his abs. 

And by now, even Choso’s swivellin’ cold piercing was molten hot and drawing wet slides of cum across your walls. Fervently. 

He was fucking you like he couldn’t get enough - would never possibly be able to get enough. Every thrust had him pushing you down once more after the papping recoil, gliding your feverishly sweat-slicked bodies against each other because Choso couldn’t bear to part. “Only for you only for you only for you-”

So gone that he almost doesn’t even register Venom’s deep tone muttering in his ear– “Three.”

Every heated bang of his mushroomy tip plummeting to the back of your overspilling cunt was meant to milk himself. Over and over, he’s tempting out just one more orgasm - just one more to fill you up with more cream. “Two.”

And in your rambling stupor, you’re being drilled into the mattress so spellbound that you don’t even notice the way your unfastened mouth nibbles on Choso’s sexy silver necklace. 

“One.”

Gnawing on for dear life as you squirt.

“Oh.”

Simply spraying him with a voluminous heap of your sweet, sappy juices - Choso has the mindless audacity to crane his head even further downwards and catch whatever stray remnants hit his awaiting maw.

“F-fuck…” You feel like you’ve just been put through ten thousand wringers and milked dry from your poor, tingling core. Gushing and gushing- it’s almost embarrassing how much you’re leaking around Choso’s meaty base. 

Well, embarrassing for everyone but Choso…and Venom.

He was mesmerized - he was hypnotized. A glistening few droplets of pussydrunken drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as he just watched himself get drenched in all your torrential orgasm whilst he emptied out for the third- fourth, fuck he doesn’t even know - inside you.

Raw, and messy - milking himself until he’s hitting a damn dry orgasm. 

“O-oh.” Choso doesn’t even know what to fucking say above your cutely trilling mewls, every languid pump of his flinching cock sending massive shockwaves through both of you. He blushes, “Oh.”

“That was fun. Now, make her yours or I will.” Venom grumbles, the symbiote already starting to take over Choso’s body with its blackened mass. 

And the man jolts- remembering all at once that this was you you you underneath him. Thumb absent-mindedly reaching down to write his last name over the mess spurted across your tummy. 

You, who he’s wanted all his life- 

“M-marry me, my girl.”

The smile that breaks across your face is one he’ll remember for eons. 

“I love you, too, Cho–” You’re purring, tucking one of the mahogany strands plastered onto his forehead behind his ear. 

“I love you.” He’s bursting out at once- rose-pink lips wobbly and wet against your own. He’s kissing you like he needed you to breathe, “I love you- oh, how I love you.”

“Satisfying. But we need more.” 

“Dammit.”

And Venom doesn’t care - Venom cackles to himself as he seethes in yet another gust of your honey-dipped scent and pulls out. The sensitivity startling through your body is so shocking that he’s shooting out a dark web that attaches your hips to the bed. Unmoving. 

But, of course, he takes his leisurely time to stroll near the edge of your bed. Monstrously hulking over it to sweep apart your bloated pussylips and watch the way Choso’s cum driiiiips out.

Now completely encompassing his body— “A three course meal. Yum.”

He was far from done.

You’re sobbing at the sloooooow draaaag of his glistening, large tastebuds down your weeping hole. Unapologetic and primal. “F-fuck! Your stamina…” It was truly monstrous just how pent-up that he was right now, being pushed off by your new boyfriend- fiancé? for so long now.  

Holding you tight with a few tendrils ‘round your waist to keep you from running—

“We’re going to keep this one.” His long, venomous teeth sink into your inner-thigh, not toxic to you. Not at all, but claiming; and the feeling was as good as cumming again. “You’re ours now, pretty girl.”

A/N. RAHHH I TOLD Y’ALL I’D DO IT MWAHAHAHAH-

The hum of the industrial refrigerators is the only sound cutting through the darkened, quiet expanse of the bakery kitchen.

The front lobby is entirely pitch black, save for the faint, bleeding pink glow of the neon open sign that you’ve just switched off, casting long, stylized shadows across the pristine tile floors and the empty glass display cases. The air back here still smells heavy and intoxicatingly sweet—a thick blend of baked vanilla, spun sugar, and fresh strawberry glaze clinging to the flour-dusted surfaces and the fabric of your apron.

​You are just wiping down the main prep area when the sharp, distinct click of the back door lock echoes through the room.

​You freeze, your heart jumping into your throat, but the sudden wave of panic vanishes the moment a tall, broad silhouette steps out of the shadows.

Tetsurou.

​He looks completely, devastatingly wrecked.

His dark, messy hair is unraveled, falling haphazardly across his eyes in a way that looks entirely unpolished and fiercely dangerous. His black suit jacket is gone, his dark tie pulled so loose it hangs limply around his neck, and the top three buttons of his white dress shirt are completely undone, exposing a stark, sweat-slicked view of his collarbones and the sharp, defined planes of his chest. He looks like a man who has just survived a brutal, exhausting day of corporate warfare—and he looks entirely desperate for a distraction.

​His dark eyes, completely blown out and heavy-lidded, instantly lock onto you through the dim pink light. He doesn't say a single word. He just steps forward, his heavy dress shoes clicking sharply against the tile, his posture radiating a possessive, unyielding gravity that commands the entire room.

​"Tetsurou?" you breathe out, your voice a soft, echoing whisper in the quiet kitchen. "We’re closed. You can’t just—"

​"I don't give a fuck," he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rolls over your skin like a physical touch. "I need you. Right now."

​Before you can even set down the washcloth, Kuroo closes the remaining distance between you in a single, predatory stride. His large, hot hands fly to your waist, his long fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of your hips with a fierce, branding heat. With a sudden, breathless lurch, he shoves you backward, driving your body across the floor until your lower back slams directly into the edge of the large, industrial stainless steel counter.

​The contrast is immediate and shocking.

The cold, rigid steel bites mercilessly through your clothes, making you let out a sharp, gasping gasp into the empty room.

But you have absolutely no time to process the chill, because Kuroo immediately crowds your space, pinning you flat against the metal with the heavy, burning expanse of his torso. He traps you entirely between his broad shoulders and the counter, his lower belly pressing a hard, heavy ridge directly against your thighs.

​"You smell so fucking sweet," he growls against your skin, his chest heaving as he buries his face directly into the crook of your neck. He inhales sharply, drinking in the scent of vanilla and your natural warmth, his body trembling slightly from the sheer force of the desperation rolling off him. "It’s driving me crazy. I've been thinking about this all day."

​He begins a relentless assault of heavy petting, his large palms moving frantically over your body as if he’s trying to map out every single curve through your clothes. His hands drag up from your hips, sliding beneath the fabric of your apron to grip your waist, his thumbs smoothing over your bare skin with a rough, needy pressure that leaves you completely breathless. He is completely unrefined, his usual teasing smirk entirely replaced by a dark, feral hunger that demands total submission.

​His mouth slides up your neck, his lips hot and wet as he presses a succession of bruising, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. You let out a soft, stuttery moan, your fingers flying up to grip the open edges of his white shirt, your nails digging into the tense, rigid muscles of his chest as his heat begins to completely melt your composure.

​Hearing your voice breaks the tiny shred of restraint he had left. Kuroo lets out a deep, animalistic groan straight into your ear, his hands traveling up your spine until his fingers wind tightly into the hair at the nape of your neck. He doesn't pull roughly enough to hurt, but his grip is unyielding, a light, dominant hair pulling that forces your head back, exposing the long, flushed line of your throat to his dilated gaze.

​"Look at you," he gasps out, his breathing a rapid, panicked pant against your skin as he stares down at your parted lips.

His fingers tighten slightly in your hair, tilting your face up to his whim. "Closed up, all neat and pretty in your little kitchen... while I'm out here losing my goddamn mind. You’re mine tonight. Do you hear me? You’re my fucking distraction."

​He doesn't wait for an answer.

He shoves his mouth down onto yours, breaking your lips open in a deep, wet, uncoordinated kiss that tastes of your vanilla lip balm and his raw, unbridled desperation. He moans directly into your mouth, his tongue driving deep, mimicking the heavy, ruthless pace he wants to inflict on your body. He grinds his pelvis hard against yours, the heavy fabric of his slacks rubbing mercilessly against your hyper-sensitive core, trapping you completely against the cold steel counter as the kitchen turns into a den of pure, breathless heat.

The deep, wet kiss breaks with a breathless, heavy snap, leaving both of your lips slick and glistening in the dim, bleeding pink glow of the neon sign. Kuroo is panting heavily, his chest heaving against your breasts, his dark eyes absolutely consumed by a frantic, unhinged delirium. The scent of vanilla on your skin, combined with the heavy, sweet aroma of the kitchen, has completely hijacked his senses. He is a man starving, and the pristine, orderly world of your bakery has suddenly become his personal playground.

​"I can't get enough of this," he groans, his voice a gravelly, guttural rasp that vibrates directly against your lips. "You smell like a fucking dream, babygirl. Sugar and warmth... it’s making me lose my goddamn mind."

​His large, hot hands move with a sudden, frantic impatience.

He reaches down, his long fingers hooking into the waistband of your apron and your clothes, dragging them down and out of the way with a rough, needy insistence that leaves you completely exposed to the humid kitchen air. Your lower back is still pressed firmly against the edge of the cold, industrial stainless steel counter, creating a stark, electrifying contrast against the burning, feverish heat of his body.

​Kuroo’s gaze tracks down your body, his pupils completely blown out as he drinks in the sight of your bare skin under the soft, stylized shadows. A dark, predatory smirk flickers across his face, but it’s stripped of all his usual corporate polish—it is raw, possessive, and entirely unhinged.

​His eyes suddenly dart over to the large, stainless steel mixing bowl sitting on the prep station right next to your hip. It is filled to the brim with a freshly whipped, thick, and vibrant strawberry frosting—rich, sweet, and heavily scented with fresh fruit.

​"Let’s see how sweet you really are," Kuroo whispers, his voice dropping into a low, teasing drawl that sends a violent shiver straight down your spine.

​Without taking his eyes off your face, Kuroo plunges his large right hand directly into the bowl. His long fingers come out completely dripping, coated in a thick, heavy layer of the pink, sugary cream. Before you can even gasp at the sheer audacity of it, he shoves his hand forward, pressing his sticky fingers firmly against the soft, smooth flesh of your inner thighs.

​"Ah! Tetsurou—!" you cry out, your hips instinctively bucking up off the counter as the cool, thick frosting hits your sensitive skin.

​"Shh... stay still for me," he growls, his tone thick with a dominant command that completely paralyzes your muscles. He clamps his clean left hand down hard on your opposite hip, pinning you flat against the metal, forcing your legs to stay parted wide for his whim.

​Kuroo begins to spread the thick, sweet strawberry frosting over your skin, his palm moving in slow, heavy, deliberate circles. He paints a messy, suffocating path from the middle of your thighs all the way up to the very cradle of your hips, intentionally coating your hyper-sensitive folds and your swelling core in the thick, sugary glaze. The texture is heavy and cold, contrasting violently with the blistering heat radiating from his pelvis as he continues to press his hard ridge firmly against your leg.

​"Look at you... completely ruined with my mess before I've even touched you," he purrs, his heavy dirty talk filling the quiet kitchen, making your face flush a deep crimson. "You look so fucking delicious like this, sweetheart. Just a sweet little treat made entirely for my mouth."

​He deliberately works his sticky fingers deeper, smearing the strawberry glaze over your clit, his thumb working in a slow, torturous rhythm that forces a loud, embarrassing sob from your throat. Your core is already throbbing, clenching hard around the heavy sensation of the sugar mixing with your natural, slick arousal.

​"You like that, don't you? You like being dirty for me," Kuroo gasps out, his own breathing turning into a rapid, panicked pant as the sheer visual and sensory overload begins to break his remaining sanity. He watches the way your inner muscles twitch beneath the pink cream, completely unhinged by the proximity.

​He doesn't wait another second. With a breathless, desperate hitch in his chest, Kuroo drops to his knees on the hard tile floor, slotting his broad shoulders directly between your parted thighs. He grips the backs of your knees, hoisting your legs up and draping them over the edge of the steel counter to expose your messy, frosting-coated core completely to his dilated gaze.

​His head snaps down as if drawn by a violent magnetic pull, and he buries his face straight into the sweet mess.

​The first touch of his tongue is massive, heavy, and completely intense. Kuroo doesn't start with gentle, tentative licks; he uses an intense tongue usage designed to completely devour the frosting off your skin. He drags his tongue in a broad, flat path from the very bottom of your slit all the way up to your hyper-sensitive bud, licking a thick, wet path through the pink cream.

​"Mphf—fuck," he groans against your wet skin, the sound muffled and vibrating directly into your core as he tastes the sharp contrast of the sugary glaze and your natural, salty warmth.

​He begins to work with a frenzied, driving speed. He uses the heavy muscle of his tongue to flatten your folds, swirling it deep inside your opening to drag the frosting inward, before snapping his head upward to drag his rough, textured tongue heavily over your clit. The wet, slapping sounds of his mouth against your slick, sticky skin echo loudly through the dark bakery, blending with the low hum of the refrigerators.

Every single stroke of his tongue is a targeted, suffocating assault of pure heat and pressure, pushing your overstimulated nerve endings straight toward a devastating breaking point.

​You are completely unpolished, your fingers flying to the top of his head to tangle frantically in his messy, dark hair, alternately trying to pull him closer and push him away as the friction pushes you straight toward the edge. But Kuroo's grip only tightens on your thighs, his long fingers digging deep into your flesh, holding you perfectly still as he continues to ruthlessly clean every single drop of sweetness from your body.

The thick, sugary scent of the strawberry glaze mixes completely with the intoxicating, musky heat of your own arousal under the low pink neon glow.

Kuroo is already down on his knees on the hard kitchen tile, his broad shoulders wedged firmly between your thighs, but his pace suddenly shifts.

The frantic, messy devouring from a moment ago slows down into something infinitely more dangerous, a deliberate and calculated pussy eating torture designed to completely unravel whatever tiny shred of composure you have left.

​He grabs your hips with a white-knuckled pressure, his large, burning palms locking your pelvis flat against the edge of the industrial stainless steel counter.

​"Don't you dare move," he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rattles from his chest straight into your inner thighs. His dark hair is completely disheveled, a few messy strands sticking to his forehead, and his eyes are dark, heavy, and completely unhinged. "You stay right here and take every single lick, princess. I'm going to taste every single drop of this."

​He buries his face back into your soaking heat, his tongue moving with an agonizing, merciless precision.

​He doesn't rush.

He works with a slow, flat pressure, dragging the broad muscle of his tongue upward from the very base of your slit, licking through the pink cream with an agonizingly slow tempo. The thick, textured weight of his tongue forces your sensitive folds open, tracking the exact line of your seam until he hits your swelling, hyper-sensitive clit. But right when you think he’s going to press down and give you the friction you are starving for, he stops. He merely brushes the very tip of his tongue against your bud, letting out a hot, teasing breath that makes your whole body violently shudder.

​"Tetsurou—please," you sob out, your hands flying down to grip his broad shoulders, your nails digging deep into the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt as your hips try to buck upward against his mouth.

​"Not yet," he murmurs against your wet skin, a dark, low chuckle vibrating directly into your core. "You don't get to come until I say so. Look at how wet you are for me. The sugar is melting all over my tongue, but you’re the one that tastes so fucking good."

​He plunges his tongue back in, deeper this time, using a slow, drilling motion that stretches your tight opening wide.

He swirls his tongue deep inside you, gathering the sweet, sticky fluids coating your inner walls, before drawing it back out with a heavy, sucking motion that makes a loud, wet sloshing sound echo through the quiet kitchen. The contrast between the cool, residual sweetness of the frosting and the deep, molten heat of his mouth is a total sensory assault.

​Every single nerve ending between your thighs is completely on fire, overstimulated by the relentless, slow-motion friction. Kuroo is intentionally edging you, pushing you right to the absolute precipice of a shattering orgasm before completely shifting his focus.

​Whenever he senses your inner muscles start to twitch and clamp down in pre-orgasmic spasms, his grip on your hips turns bruisingly tight. He pins your thighs down mercilessly, lifting his head just an inch so his mouth leaves your core. He lets the cool air of the bakery hit your soaking, exposed skin, forcing your arousal to throb painfully in the sudden absence of his heat.

​"Look at me," he commands, his breathing a rapid, ragged pant as he glares up your body. His lips are completely glistening, smeared with a messy combination of strawberry pink and your own clear, glistening fluids. His pupils are so dilated that his dark eyes look almost entirely black under the stylized shadows of the neon sign. "Look at how desperate you are. Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Ask me for it."

​"Please... fuck, Tetsurou, just let me come," you cry out, your head thrashing side to side against the stainless steel prep table, your fingers tangling frantically in his thick, messy hair to drag him back down. "I'm so sensitive, it hurts, please—"

​"I’ve got you," he growls, his possessive edge taking over completely as he surrenders to your pleading. "I’ve got you, baby. Let it break right here."

​He buries his face back into you with a sudden, violent surge of intensity. Abandoning the agonizingly slow pace, he flattens his tongue and begins to lap at your clit with a heavy, driving speed, using a fierce, unyielding suction that pulls your hyper-sensitive bud straight into his mouth. He sucks on you mercilessly, his tongue working in a frantic, unpolished rhythm that matches the rapid, echoing hum of the industrial refrigerators.

​The double sensation of his heavy tongue drilling deep inside your opening and the intense, targeted suction on your clit hits your nervous system like a physical shockwave. Your spine arches completely off the counter, your toes curling as a devastating, blinding orgasm rips through your entire body. You let out a loud, uninhibited scream into the empty bakery, your inner walls clamping down in a succession of violent, rhythmic contractions that spray your release directly onto his waiting tongue.

Kuroo groans deeply against your skin, swallowing down every single drop of your climax, holding your shaking hips perfectly still as you break completely beneath his mouth.

The blinding white heat of your orgasm is still pulsing violently through your core, leaving you trembling and entirely unraveled against the cold edge of the metal.

Kuroo stands up slowly, his tall, lean frame casting a massive, predatory shadow over your shaking body. He is completely breathless, his chest heaving violently against his unbuttoned white shirt, his lips soaked and glistening with a heavy mixture of strawberry pink glaze and your own clear, slick fluids. His dark eyes look completely black in the bleeding pink neon light, his fierce, possessive edge taking over entirely now that you’ve broken beneath his tongue.

​He doesn't give you a single second to recover.

​"Up," he rasps, his voice dropping into a low, commanding growl that leaves absolutely no room for argument. "Get up on the counter for me, sweetheart. All the way."

​Before your weak, overstimulated muscles can even attempt to comply, Kuroo’s large, hot hands hook around your waist. With a sudden, effortless surge of strength, he lifts you entirely off your feet, hoisting your body upward and slamming you down flat onto the main expanse of the large, industrial prep counter.

​The movement sends a white cloud of fine, flour-dust billowing into the humid air around you. The powdery white grains cling to your sweat-slicked skin, coating your thighs and your bare lower back in a messy, chaotic smear that contrasts sharply with the deep crimson flush of your skin. Kuroo steps immediately into the space between your knees, crowding you so closely that the heavy, burning heat of his torso traps the cool kitchen air entirely out of reach.

​His hands fly to his waist, his long fingers working with a frantic, unpolished speed to undo his belt and slide his slacks down past his hips. The thick, throbbing length of his cock springs free, massive and entirely rigid, a heavy bead of pre-cum glistening at the blunt head under the stylized shadows of the ceiling rack. He looks absolutely devastating—his dark tie still hanging loose around his unbuttoned collar, his dark hair a messy, unraveled halo around his sharp jawline.

​He grabs your ankles, dragging your legs wide until your knees are bent and pinned flat against the flour-dusted steel on either side of his broad hips, locking you into a deep, completely exposed angle.

​"Look at you... look how wide open you are for me," Kuroo growls, his heavy dirty talk filling the quiet expanse of the dark kitchen, breaking whatever tiny shred of composure you had managed to gather back. He presses the blunt, aching tip of his length directly against your soaking, freshly ruined opening, grinding his pelvis in a slow, torturous circle that drags your own slick lubrication all the way to his root. "You’re completely covered in my mess, sweetheart. The frosting, the flour... and you’re still starving for me."

​"Tetsurou—please," you sob out, your hands flying back to grip the edge of the cold stainless steel counter behind you, your knuckles turning white as you try to brace yourself for the sheer size of him. "Just do it. I need it, please—"

​"Tell me what you need," he demands, his fingers tightening their bruising grip on your thighs, his thumb pressing hard into your skin to anchor you firmly against the metal. His eyes are fierce, locked directly onto yours, forcing you to look at him as he prepares to completely possess you. "Say it. Tell me exactly whose cock is about to ruin you on this counter."

​"Yours... yours, Tetsurou," you cry out, your voice breaking into a high, stuttery whimper.

​Hearing his name on your lips completely breaks his remaining restraint. Kuroo lets out a deep, animalistic groan, and without a single shred of hesitation, he drives his hips forward, sinking his thick length entirely inside you in one deep, brutal plunge.

​"Ah—fuck!" A loud, breathy scream explodes from your throat into the empty bakery, your eyes rolling back as his sheer depth completely takes your breath away.

​The angle of the counter sex is completely devastating.

With your hips pinned flat against the rigid steel and your knees bent wide, your core is stretched completely open, allowing him to penetrate deeper than you ever thought possible. He sinks all the way to the absolute root, his lower belly slamming heavily against your backside with a wet, echoing slap that cuts through the low hum of the industrial refrigerators.

​Kuroo stays locked inside you for an agonizing second, his entire frame shuddering as your tight, hyper-sensitive walls squeeze around his rigid length in a series of desperate, pre-climax spasms. He lets out a ragged, stuttery gasp against your neck, his hot breath scalding your skin as he buries his face into your collarbone.

​"God, you’re so tight... you’re squeezing me so fucking hard," he pants, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterated pleasure. He begins to move, establishing a raw, relentless pace that completely disregards your mutual exhaustion. He pulls back slowly, dragging his thick shaft against your raw, freshly ruined walls, before slamming all the way back in with an unyielding, possessive force.

​It is a completely raw, multi-round pace. Kuroo is driving into you with a feral, badass speed, his hips rolling with a needy, agonizing pressure that forces the air straight out of your lungs with every single stroke. The white flour on the counter sticks to his sweat-slicked thighs, making a beautiful, chaotic mess of your bodies as the dark kitchen turns into a den of pure, breathless heat.

​"You're taking all of it... every single inch," he chants against your skin, his lips hot and wet as he presses a succession of bruising, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. His hand tracks up your spine, his long fingers winding tightly into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling just enough to force your head back so he can glare down at your unpolished, breathless expression. "Look at how loose your mouth is, sweetheart. Look how easily you let me break you. You’re my favorite little treat. I’m going to ruin you so bad you won't be able to stand at this counter tomorrow."

​The dirty talk is a total sensory assault, breaking your mind just as fast as his hips are breaking your body.

Every single downward plunge hits your cervix with a brutal, heavy impact, sending sharp shockwaves of pure pleasure-pain spiking through your spine. You are completely overstimulated; the cool steel beneath your back, the rough texture of the flour on your thighs, and the deep, unyielding depth of his cock are driving you straight toward a shattering, unyielding peak.

​Your inner muscles begin to clamp down around him, twitching in frantic, pre-orgasmic contractions that threaten to pull him over the edge along with you.

Kuroo lets out a high, stuttery whimper, his growly tone breaking completely as he feels the tight squeeze of your walls. He picks up the pace even more, his movements turning frantic and heavy, driving himself into you with a raw speed that echoes loudly through the dark bakery as you both climb the peak together under the quiet, starless night.

The frantic, wet slapping of Kuroo’s hips against the industrial steel counter echoes rhythmically through the dark, quiet expanse of the bakery kitchen. The white flour-dust has completely coated the two of you, creating a beautiful, chaotic smear of white and flushed crimson skin under the soft, bleeding pink glow of the neon open sign. Every single muscle in his broad frame is wire-tight, coated in a thick, glistening sheen of sweat that washes over the messy remnants of the strawberry frosting play on your thighs.

​Both of you are completely spent, your lungs burning and your limbs trembling violently from the sheer physical endurance of the multi-round counter sex. The absolute peak of overstimulation has arrived, turning your hyper-sensitive nerves into an exposed wire where the slightest touch feels like a total sensory assault.

​"I'm at my limit... fuck, sweetheart, I'm so close," Kuroo gasps out, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cracks with pure, unadulterated desperation.

​He leans his entire upper body over yours, abandoning any attempt to hold himself up on his hands. His sweat-slicked chest collapses flat against your breasts, the heavy, frantic pounding of his heart rattling directly against your ribs. His long fingers track weakly but possessively up your arms, locking his hands into yours, his palms burning as he pins your wrists flat against the flour-dusted metal on either side of your head.

​The angle is completely lock-in and devastating. With your hands pinned and your knees still hoisted high on either side of his broad hips, his thick, nine-inch shaft is buried to the absolute maximum depth, flattening against your cervix with every single heavy, unyielding movement.

​He didn't pull back to pace himself; the fading haze of his frantic desperation has concentrated into a final, feral momentum between his thighs. He begins a frantic final pace, his hips driving into your soaking, freshly ruined core with a raw, unpolished speed that ignores your mutual exhaustion. It is a ruthless, heavy friction—the blunt head of his length stretching your swollen, raw walls to their absolute capacity with every single frantic stroke.

​"Ah! Ah, Tetsurou—!" a loud, breathy vocalization explodes from your throat into the empty kitchen, your head thrashing from side to side as your fingers claw blindly into his large palms.

​The sensitivity between your legs is absolute. Every single millimeter of his entry feels like a blinding shockwave of pleasure-pain, your inner muscles clamping down around him in a series of violent, involuntary tight squeezes that try to process the overwhelming fullness. Your core is throbbing violently, completely on fire from the double sensation of the cold steel beneath your spine and the molten, suffocating heat of his body consuming yours.

​Kuroo lets out a succession of loud, uninhibited subby moans straight into the crook of your neck, his teeth baring as a ragged, stuttery sob catches in his chest. The tight, crushing grip of your raw walls is overstimulating him to the brink of pure madness, short-circuiting his remaining sanity as he tracks the wet, sloshing sounds of your combined fluids echoing through the dark bakery.

​"You're squeezing me so hard... you’re gonna milk me dry right here on the counter," he growls into your skin, his breathing reduced to a rapid, panicked pant as his pupils blow out until his dark eyes look entirely black under the stylized shadows. "Take all of it, baby. Look at me and take it all."

​He completely abandons all restraint, his lower belly pounding mercilessly against your backside with a wet, heavy impact that tilts your hips forward against the metal. He is chanting your name now, a low, broken prayer into the quiet night, his movements turning frantic, chaotic, and completely unhinged as the final, devastating peak begins to shatter his mind.

​The friction hits an unbearable, blistering breaking point. With one final, monumental downward plunge of his pelvis, Kuroo buries himself to the absolute root, his hips locking immovably against yours as his entire frame goes completely rigid.

​A loud, strangled cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure rips straight from his throat into the dark kitchen air. His toes curl, his back arching violently off your chest as his cock pulses in a succession of massive, rhythmic jerks. He cums violently inside you, his thick length throbbing inside your core as he floods your twitching, hyper-sensitive walls with a massive, scalding release.

​The sheer volume of his final creampie stretches your inner muscles to an absolute bursting point. Your core shatters in tandem with his, a massive, explosive orgasm ripping through your entire body as your walls clamp down on his pulsing shaft in a succession of tight, milking contractions.

You scream directly into his shoulder, your nails digging deep into the tense muscles of his back as he continues to pour himself into you, filling you to the absolute brim until the thick, messy white fluid begins to overflow your ruined opening, dripping down your thighs and leaving a heavy, glistening puddle on the flour-dusted counter.

​As the final, rhythmic pulses of his cock slowly fade, the tight tension in his muscles completely snaps. Kuroo lets out a long, trembling sigh, his head dropping heavily onto your shoulder as his lean frame goes entirely limp over yours.

​The quiet hum of the industrial refrigerators returns to fill the silence of the dark kitchen, the cool breeze finally cutting through the sweltering heat of the room.

The sweet haze that had driven him feral since closing time finally settles into a heavy, peaceful exhaustion.

He stays locked inside you, his lips pressing a soft, wet kiss against your flushed jawline as the two of you lie tangled together on the messy counter, completely spent, unpolished, and utterly consumed by the exhaustion of the night.

♡ dividers :: @whor3ing , @anitalenia , @feimingo .

Now, usually Toji Fushiguro was one to keep his inhuman strength in check. Usually, he didn’t go overboard. 

Usually. 

But oh he couldn’t bring it in himself to feel even an ounce of regret when you gasp. Whirling your drunken eyes around to meet his sleazy grin - he knew what he was doing. 

Pecking a trailway of innocent kisses down your thoroughly tear-glossed cheeks, Toji licks a languid line up the salty taste. And he’s still not stopping. Hell, he’s not even slowing down - could barely even imagine it.

Because Toji Fushiguro is out of control. Feral. Jostling his hips upwards into yours to rummage around your stretchy walls. His thick shaft spreads your gummy channel open oh-so-perfectly to nudge up against your hidden sweet spots, rotund cockhead shooting out wet sloshes of precum.

“Y-you did that on purpose.” you moan.

“Hmm, did I?” he takes a few seconds to mockingly ponder, dark brows knitting across his sweat-sheened forehead in concern. Before grinning, “Yeah- heh, yeah I did-” Barely even giving you the time to snap back before he’s forcing his relentless, fatigued limbs standing upright. Dragging you in midair right along with him - held up so pliantly like some ragdoll in a full nelson hooked underneath your dangling legs. “-but I don’t hear hngh- her complainin’.”

God, if anything it was the opposite.

Because your sloppy cunt was talking for you. Wrenching out the most obscenely syrupy squelches that make Toji’s mouth water. 

Dragging his tongue down his lips and toying with the edge of his scar in a way he wishes he could with your slobbery pussy. “L-look at that. She’s m-more than happy to be all filled up- she’s practically hngh- begging for one more. Isn’t she?”

And you could hear the way that Toji’s deep baritone cracks at the very end. It didn’t even sound like him - unsteady and hot. Begging.

Muscles flexing when he bounces you up and down- You didn’t even know if he was in control of his heavenly restriction at this point.

Bulging biceps bruise into your tender skin when he’s slamming you bent over all prettily onto the cool mahogany surface of your desk. One leg hiking upwards, the other kneeing open your boneless thighs wider. Pound after heavy pound that rattles the furniture against the wall. 

“This won’t do-” he groans, circling the very ends of his fingers around your stretched hole. Stuffing back those creamy dredges of remnants from his cum from just before, “-told ya to t-take it not waste it.”

He’s so mean. Gifting the curve of your pussymound with a sharp swat! that leaves syrupy splatters of seed glossing all down Toji’s palm. His wrist. All for him to dart out a tongue down the filthy mess, before plugging back into your overspilling pussy. 

“M-maybe you should just- ah-” You struggle uselessly in his hold, your bumbling mess of babbles so sweet in his ears that it makes his sensitive cock twitch. “-fill me up all over a-again, baby-”

Oh.

Oh.

Now, he knew you were thoroughly drunken on his cock, but he didn’t think you were already this fucked stupid. Fuck twitching - Toji thinks he could cum right then and there. 

“Ah f-fuck- s’that what my pretty mama wants, hm?” Uncharacteristically gently, he’s swiping away a few stray plaster pieces that had fallen their way down from the wall. “Wan’ me to fill this c-cute cunt ‘ntil she heh- can’t fit anymore, huh?” Bruising now. His hip bones on your ass, fingers around your hips, twitchy balls so heavy and smacking away against your drooling pussy. Veiny knuckles of his clasp around the edge of the desk to fuck you like he hates you. Out of control. “To f-fuck her until she- haah- makes me a daddy a-all over again?”

“Yes!” you’re nodding half-lucidly. Shaky fingers clawing their way over the expensive desk, those office documents you really should’ve been working on, allll the way around to drag red, red lines down Toji’s throat. “Need it- hngh- n-need more Toji so badly-”

And he gulps, eyes glassing over with fucking tears at the sting. So good. Hissing, “F-filthy girl.” Two of his fat fingers dance their groping way down to your plump clit and pinches, “Then ya better take it- all-”

You see white-hot electricity pass by yours eyes when you cum - or maybe that was the way that Toji fucks up his orgasm into you like an animal. 

Feral.

Wave after wave of thick seed being milked so thoroughly by your gripping walls. It makes him slump every muscle of his towering body drained, he’s falling onto two pathetic elbows to crush you underneath his bodyweight. 

There’s so much of him. And Toji only has to blink. He only has to crack his dewy eyes open a mere millimeter, one sneaking glance downwards at your gaping cunt before-

THUD!

“Oh, mama—” he gasps - and you do, too. But not for the same reason as Toji, no, because you’re just now noticing that your desk was sagging suspiciously low. 

You don’t get to ask since when, because in a split-second, you’re being wrangled onto all fours on the floor. 

Still not done. Still not pulling out. Still not slowing down a singular second, Toji rests one of his feet on top of your head. Hard. “Can’t break the f-floor now…can we?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Evil twin?!

“Y-you want me to what?” Nanami’s husky baritone quakes - trembling at your little request. Jittery fingers sensually smack! smack! smacking his sodden tip down onto your sweet sopping pussy lips. Filthy. “Be rough? Are you sure, my love?”

“Of course, Ken. I trust you–” you’re batting your lashes up at your half-delirious husband in a way that makes his lower lip wobble. “It’ll be a good way to de-stress, dontcha think?”

Is he in heaven?

Nanami curls his fingers around that velvety yellow tie he didn’t even bother removing after his overtime.

And he’s so soft when he’s kissing away the pearly beads of sweat on your forehead, dragging his plump lips down, down, down to press pretty peck after peck on your lips. Hushly whispering, “B-but the kids are just down the hall- we don’t ah- don’t want them to wake up…”

You only grin, “Then you better make sure I stay quiet, hm?”

And that string of slurring words makes Nanami pant, it makes his glassy hazel eyes widen almost comically- and, truly, you’d almost forgotten just what your powerful husband was capable of. 

Just how ruthless. 

Because it doesn’t take even a split-second for him to flip you onto all fours. You yelp when that tie of his finds its way to tie your wrists together. All but ripping your silky nightgown, and you…moan.

Oh? He jostles two thumbs to smear your soaking folds open and smiles. How cute.

“S’fuckin’ drenched-” Nanami hisses. Strained. In awe. Peaking in one syrupily coated finger into his mouth and moaning. And you just gasp when you’re being gifted with a bruising smack! right around the rim of your entrance, slobbering out a fresh wave of sweet, sweet slick. “-s’this all f’me, darling?”

“Y-yes-”

Swat!

“Ah ah- none of that. Big girls don’t stutter.”

All you can do is whirl your eyes back over your shoulder because who is this? 

But what you’re met with is the utterly sexy display of your ruined husband - strands of his blond hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, eyes wild. Heaving. Like something primal was just awoken…

Clutching onto the wrinkled sheets, you mewl, “Yes- s’all for you, Kento–”

Shit. You watch as his rosy lips sag open into an oh! before craning downwards to spit a silky rivulet of saliva right into your glistening pussy. 

And even after so many years, even after having kids, you’d still never gotten used to the way Nanami’s girth would split you apart so sinfully. How massive he was. Barging between your pursed lips to feed you inch after hefty inch of his girth, they’re dragging out the most sinful squelches from down below. And from your mouth-

“Shh sh sh-” He’s covering your slack maw shut with all five long fingers, and you keen at the cool contrast of Nanami’s wedding ring. “Quietly- love- quiet. You can do it- ah- y-you can take my fuckin’ cock, m’kay?”

Nanami’s words were every bit of gentleness that his hips weren’t. 

Fucking into you in languid, deep strokes to swipe a steamy wave of precum down your sweetest spots. It was too much-

“W-where do you think you’re going, my love?” 

Fuck.

You didn’t even realize the way that your helpless fingers were closing in around the headboard, gyrating your hips away from the thoroughly mean crashes of your husband’s cock. Blinking away the big, bulbous tears in your eyes, you muffle out a whiny, “S-sorry Ken-”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” Without warning, five harsh fingers wrap around your tender throat in a vice-like necklace - hauling your limp body up against his front. “If you’re really s-sorry, darling, wontcha be a good girl n’ open that mouth f’me?”

Usually, your husband was the absolute sweetest. Mumbling out sweet praises into your ear and helping you take your time to milk him whole. 

But right now Nanami was impatient. 

He was out of control - like a completely different person.

Treating you like some ragdoll when he’s tugging down your mouth open with a few calloused pads of his fingers. Leering his handsome face closer to spit. 

Missing halfway - on purpose.

Nanami chuckles when he’s lolling his pinkish tongue out to swipe at the translucent splatters. Pinning you to his cushiony pecs with that rough restraint, he’s slanting a syrupy sweet kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Good- fuckin’- girl-”

And the bed creaks. The bed protests - headboard rickety when Nanami slams! one veined arm down and rams everything he has to give - seconds away from shattering, both him and the bedframe. Everything. 

Shit-

Shit shit shi- he swears you just got wetter.

Nanami gapes, powerful hips thrusting and thrusting until your ass scratches up against that golden happy trail running through the middle of his abs. Weepy, rotund head probing against your spongy cervix and just the slight recoil that had him parting stickily from it makes him almost sob. 

“There we go- thereee we go-” Nanami rattles out, hollowed. Every squeeze of your clingy walls around his throbbing shaft was so cozy, fucking you into the mattress until his skin reddened. “-there we fuckin’ go- s’what you hngh- wanted, right? Wanted to be fucked like such a slut?”

“Please-” you’re hiccuping, now fully bent into such an obscene curve and wrangling uselessly. “-yes-  yes yes yes feel s’good-”

You’re drooling now, lips falling further and further open with every French kiss Nanami was placing on your bruised and battered g-spot. Dangerously so.

Dangerously loud.

With a proud chuckle, he’s slapping another dripping wet swat on your plump clit - glissading your presoaked slit. Before bullying between your soft lips to swirl his fat digits around your tongue. Deep. Forcing you to taste yourself. 

His gruff moan is dark. Promising. “Told ya to be quiet. The kids are asleep n’ we don’t n-need them to know they’re gonna be ngh- b-big siblings, yet. Right, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - An example…

Now, to Geto Suguru, sex was an art. Sex was the time he could toy with your pretty pussy until you were crying for more, more, more-

So- why is he here - strong limbs jostling your own into such a painful mating press, swollen cockhead battering and bruising away at your bulging g-spot with each pound. Furious. 

All in front of his association, to boot.

Because, Geto Suguru was angry. 

“Ngh- please Suguru- more-”

“What was that?” he’s leering down, lips curled into such a feral grin that was splashed across his pretty features. And you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to, because he’s forcing your knees down to push against your bouncing tits. Folding you utterly in half, he turns to your audience. “Do you think she ah- deserves to speak?”

Through your lusty haze, you don’t get to see the answers. But Geto spits out a husking, “Speak.”

The entire room jolts at his eerie sweet voice - dangerous. Roughened around the edges in a tone he’d never used on you before. 

Batting away a few glistening tears on your lashes, you mumble, “M-m’sorry for ah- costing us the m-mission-”

“Shut up.” And he’s planting a smack onto the sensitive spot on your plump clit so hard that you’re seeing stars - suns, even. Slowing down his mean cadence to carve down every gooey sensitive spot inside you with his throbbing veins. Every rasping word of his was hoarse, punctuated with a thorough clash against the very bottom of your pussy. Pushing your legs up so tight you hear your joints pop! “Do you hngh- know how much I- we trusted you, gorgeous?”

Your nails leave raking red lines down his flexing back, and the way his muscles shifted underneath your touch was drool-worthy. “I-I know- m’sorry-”

“All because ya got a little distracted by the fuck- strongest-” 

And, truly, Geto admits that perhaps he was there to watch you carry out your little spy mission. He admits that the sight of you batting your lashes at a certain sorcerer had him clenching his teeth harder than necessary. Fuming. 

Because you were his. 

It has him looming over the delicate crook of your neck, so up close and personal that every heated pant feels condensed. And he can’t think - can’t do anything but sink his teeth down hard into your skin. Enough to draw blood-

“Fuck! Sugu-” you cry out. “It w-won’t happen again, I promise-”

“Heh, you sure?” Geto grins, but he can’t hide the way the pale column of his neck falls to swipe his inky black hair out of his face. Crushing you like a lawnchair in half, he’s twisting his strong forearm to block your heaving airway. “What do we think? Is our lovely hngh- second-in-command sorry?”

It takes you a few seconds to register he’s not even talking to you, and even more to register the soft, murmuring answers.

You don’t have the right state to even try and understand them right now - but luckily for you, Geto snarls his way into a clash of teeth and lips with yours. Tugging hard on your glossed lower lip, “Better not fuckin’ mess up again.”

Oh, he was still fucking you so furiously. 

Wrestling your pathetically droopy legs further and further up his sculpted deltoids, you’re sure that the tatami mat below would be patterned on your back already. One hand of his cranes behind his neck to pin your ankles together. And Geto-

Shit, Geto was letting his jaw hang slack - drooling. Eyes locked on you and you only.

Whispering, “You’re mine.” The headlock only growing tighter. Dangerous. You didn’t know whether it was from the lack of air or from his ruthless rummages at your mushy walls but it had you so lightheaded. He slides a thumb down your soaking wet slit and presses onto the button of your clit. Hard. “Y-you’re mine here-” Then up, up, up to about halfway down your stomach, splaying out to feel for the lewd nudge of his fat, burning hot head thump! thump! thumping against the insides of your pussy. Inflating you from the inside out. “-and you’re mine here-” Before finally - finally - pressing a saturated kiss onto your lips, as he usually would. “-and here.”

Your leader looked utterly ruined. 

And it’s not long - not long at all - before his sloppy strokes get almost painfully filthy. Before he feels stars burst behind his firmly scrunched shut lids, and his thwacking balls clench. Building and building-

“Open that mouth- fuck! Open it-” Geto hiccups out, plump lower lip trembling at the sheer need. And the very moment your lips are opening just wide enough - he’s pulling out. Your disappointed whine falling on deaf ears when Geto drags himself up to straddle your pretty face with his thick, muscular thighs. And he cums. “Take it- hngh- you’ll fuckin’ take it alll up- wontcha?”

Creamy ribbons of his seed splat their way right onto the middle of your tastebuds and it makes Geto huff out a drunken bout of laughter at the mess he’s making. Thick fingers flying up and down to milk out every pearly ounce of his cum onto your face. 

Heh, it’s not a bad punishment - he’s musing.

Guiding to swipe the curve of his reddened tip along your trembly lips like a little lipstick. You look so much like his that he can’t help but cum- again. And again. And again and again and-

“Sh-shit look what ya do to me-” Geto moans, and you swear it cracks into a whine at the very end. “I can’t- oh fuck- can’t stop.”

He wouldn’t stop - he couldn’t.

Greedy gaze locked on you, one massive palm slams! somewhere above your head to hunch his toned body over. Geto’s entire body wracks violently above you with each shuddering wave. Filthy. “Can’t be a-anyone- can’t be anyone else. B-because…you’re mine, right?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Candy Crush

Oh…if heaven exists then it would be right here, right now - with Choso desperately stuffing himself into your thinly-clothed cunt for the first time ever. Breathing- no, gulping in deep heavals of your essence in a way that makes his dewy eyes roll back. 

“B-baby- my pretty baby…are you sure?” he’s gasping out in feverishly hot puffs of condensation. And despite the tiny tremor of uncertainty in his voice, he’s spreading your thighs even further open all for him.

You huff out a drunken giggle, tugging impatiently at one of his sweat-dampened locks. “M’sure, Cho- really need you.”

“Oh, d-don’t say that-” he’s hiccuping, coral pink lips wobbling. And you feel the back of Choso’s thumb swipe down the puffy mound of your soaked pussy, smearing down a wet coating all over his slender digits. “I-I can’t when you say things like that- oh-”

Anything and everything that Choso was babbling is thrown out of the window with just one darting lick at the sloppy dredges of your sweet, sweet slick on his fingers. With an electric-like jolt, he’s popping it into his mouth to suck. That syrupy taste enough to have him bucking his achy erection down hard into the plush mattress. 

To have him gape, “B-baby…”

And before you know it, he’s dragging you halfway down the mattress like a toy to roughly attach his lips with your own swollen ones - too hasty, too depraved to even think of pulling aside your sticky panties. Strong forearms pinning your squirming thighs so hard to the bed that you half-wonder whether it would bruise. His heated tongue darts through and around that sliver of fabric - tasting it.

“Y-you’re ngh! liking this, baby?” you coo, threading your fingers through his strands in a useless attempt to get an answer - but Choso barely budges. Biceps flexing when he cushions you to his body even tigher. “How are you f-feeling?”

It takes him a few seconds to even hear your words - too wrapped up tonguing away your absolutely ruined panties to swirl a sensual circle around your saturated clit. Groaning gingerly, “It feels- ngh- feels like I could cum from j-jus’ this.”

And he was being so honest that it made Choso blush - a bright crimson flush that started from his hollow cheeks and all the way down to his bawling, reddish head. Hips rutting over and over into the silken sheets, but he couldn’t spare a hand to fuck into it right now.

None at all - because Choso needed to have you cum all over his face before he did himself. 

So you gasp when he drags his tongue away with a final, spit-slicked smooch right on your puffy clit. Whimpering out a soft, “R-ride my face, baby–”

That nod of yours is just barely done halfway through, just barely moving your head affirmative before with a sudden nudge of his soft, mountainous palms on your hips - you’re straddling Choso’s pretty face. And he’s not letting you hover - no, the complete opposite, in fact.

You’re being manhandled with a rough hand around your waist to drag your full weight onto Choso’s greedy mouth. Puckering up to plunge his tongue into your sloppy entrance, swirling around a wet circle at your rim before fucking into you.

Pure animal instinct - he’s so messy.

Muffling out a throaty, “S-so sweet- fuck- like candy. S-s’this right? Does this feel good- ah-” Those half-lidded eyes of his are immediately latching onto the way a few of your trembly fingers were dancing their way down to your neglected clit. 

Your boyfriend - your sweet, gentle boyfriend - is swatting away that hand rudely. Brows furrowing together into a plea when he rolls his free thumb over your plump clit. Toying. 

“Nuh uh- m’sorry, baby- m’sorry but-” Eyes blazing. “-s’all for me.” 

He’s so chin-deep into your cunt that every word comes out lewdly garbled, poking the upper half of his face over to suck on one of your sensitive pussy lips and bites. Choso’s dragging his face wherever you’d let him and it was hypnotic. “H-have the biggest fuckin’ c-crush on you, y’know?”

You didn’t know if he even realized what he was saying right now.

“Y-you do?” you’re tittering, core aching with the quick, dribbling gyrations of your hips down onto his face. But it wasn’t enough - it might never be enough and he was constantly leaving a light swat on your ass to make you use him. Faster. 

“Mhmm–” Choso nods and nods and nods and he’s plunging his hot and heavy tongue into your gummy walls. “-the biggest c-crush. I really wanna hngh! make you my- ngh- my lover…my wife.”

“Choso…” you hum, voice sending blood pumping to his beautifully flushed face all over again. And he finds it in himself to bite into your clit and suck. Shit. “-I am your lover.”

“R-really?” In awe.

You don’t know who’s cumming first - you or Choso. 

Because only with a few more syrupy slurps of his tongue on your throbbing cunt, you’re gushing all your juices down the lower half of his face. Forming an obscenely wet mask all down his dripping chin, his nose, all the way up to his cheekbones. 

And oh Choso loves it. 

Choso can’t get enough.

He can’t help but gulp and gulp down every one of your pearly splatters as he fucks you through your high. Over and over-.

That is, until-

“N-noo-” Choso’s whimpering, hands bruising where they’re immediately digging into your waist to halt you to a stop. And his bulging biceps flex in such a mouth-watering way when he’s easily plopping your entire body weight down onto his lap easily - onto his urgently twitching cock. Nudging apart your puffy pussy folds to slide just his fattened tip into the snug channel of your cunt before- “N-need to cum inside. Please- ngh! Need to.”

And Choso’s cumming just from tasting your pretty pussy. 

Shooting out thick waves of his seed, your clingy walls are gripping so tightly around his bolting cock that it makes him sob. It makes him attach his fingers bruisingly onto your waist as he ruts his hips up mindlessly. 

“C-can I taste it again, baby…” He’s gulping at the oozes of cum that overspills a glossy coat down his shaft in the perfect creampie. “-w-wanna see if it tastes sweeter now.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “Both…”

“I should fuck ya stupid-” Sukuna utters, followed by a rough sinking of his teeth into your earlobe. And it takes everything in him to keep out the tiny cracking of his rumbling baritone, to try and not fucking stutter like some weakling. “-th-then maybe ya wouldn’t be able to hah- talk outta that slutty pussy, brat.”

You’re huffing in indignation, biting your own set of teeth into the tattooed skin of the king’s shoulder. Barely even a kitten nip to him. “I-I’m serious, Kuna- I wanna take b-”

SLAM!

His curled first comes down hard onto the decadent armrest on his royal throne. Anything - everything - that’s keeping his composure right now. 

Sukuna spits out a heated, “Don’t you dare s-say it-”

You roll your eyes, jostling your hips a little too sensually when you lean up to his toweringly inhuman figure. All the way up to whisper smugly in his ear, “-both.”

It’s silence, at first.

And you’re not even sure that Sukuna heard you at first - that special word just about on the tip of your tongue once more - before, wordlessly, he picking you up with two of his big, beefy arms. Fully. Remaining two curling around the thick hilts of his matchingly hard cocks to guide them all the way to your tearful slit. 

“Well then…” Sukuna’s dark snicker snaps you out of your reverent awe, because his fat, rotund tips were so swollen. The sheer circumference staggering that you had no idea how they were going to fit. “-better take it all then, woman.”

It feels like you’re being split-apart, Sukuna’s barely even bullying his twin heads to spearhead open your sopping cunt and you swear you already feel him poking around at your womb. He’s so ruthless. Not hesitating for even a second before pumping your walls stock full of his thickened inches. Over and over-

“Well?” he’s manspreading his muscular thighs in a way that makes you bounce precariously. All four arms crossing while he bears you with a sleazy grin you know doesn’t bode well. “Was heh- whinin’ and crying until you got it. Take it, then.”

Oh, he was so mean.

But you weren’t one to back down so easily, either. 

“F-fine-” you huff, hands steadying on his flexing shoulders when you’re gyrating your hips downwards. Gulping up his long, hefty inches that rub against all your sweet spots without even trying. “Shit- y-you’re in so deep, Kuna-”

And this makes Sukuna stiffen, it makes his massive cocks swell even girthier with a sudden rush of blood likely all the way from his brain. Leaving him throughly pussydrunken but in denial. Smack! You feel his sharp nails sting against your ass. “D-don’t think those ngh- filthy words of yours are gonna work this time, lil’ human.”

“M’jus’ saying-” you whine. Splaying a hand down to the nudging divot forming at your stomach, and you’re pressing down hard to thumb over the ruthless curve of his rummaging tips. “-can already feel you right h-here n’ you’re not even halfway- mmpf-”

Sukuna has to make you shut up.

He needs to.

And his first way of going about it is to cover your mouth with one of his monstrous hands, manifesting that second mouth of his from his stomach to smear across his palm. Into a wet, sinful French kiss. 

And his second? Well…

“God- y-you don’t even know what you-” he shudders out, two hands possessively forming a vice-like grip onto your waist. Body wracking with heaves when your clingy walls mesh and mold around his rock-hard cocks. “-what you do to me.”

You squeal - or, at least, you think you do. It’s muffled into your filthy, filthy kiss with Sukuna’s other mouth when he’s slamming your hips down riotously into his.

There’s no warning. No start signal - nothing before all of a sudden the king of curses is bucking your hips down, down, down into his over and over. Like some toy. The stretch is so dizzying that you can feel your maw slack open, drool trailing its delirious pathway down the side of your lips - with his excess mouth happily slurping it all up.

You honestly feel like you’re being ruined. 

Pulled to and fro anywhere and everywhere.

“Heh, too much?” Sukuna has the audacity to giggle - giggle. Low and husky in a hot pant against your ear. 

Yet, of course, the king never apologizes - well, to anyone except you. But for now he’s only stringing his hand away from your mouth, snapping away delicate ropes of saliva from the both of you. Instead, replacing it with another hand attached right onto your plump clit - and with it, his second mouth.

“Oh- shit shit shit-” you jolt. The dual- no, triple stimulation of his cocks kissing swooping glides of precum down your spongy cervix all the way to your g-spot and his mouth sucking on your sensitive nub was too much. Toying with you. “I-I didn’t know you could- ngh- could do- that-”

And Sukuna laughs, only grinding his palm up in a sopping wet smear against your stuffed pussymound to lap up each splatter of your sweet, sweet juices. Dredged out every time his hefty, cum-filled balls slam into your cunt.

“Special treatment fer taking ngh- both of me.” he’s grunting. The third of his beefy arms smush your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, overgrown digits so large that he’s squeezing into your airway. “Does the queen h-have any more requests, hm?”

You can only shake your head no - anything more and you had a feeling that you just might not be making it out in one piece. That is, if you do this time. 

“Good.” And Sukuna only smiles. Three of his arms slithering their way around your trembly body - the fourth taking its sweet, sweet time to dive into your clit and bite. Lightly. You’re giving up practically every ounce of control to him. “Now, jus’ relax n’ let your husband take over.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Stronger.

“I-I can take it-”

“Toru…”

“Promise- ngh- promise I can take it, s-sweetheart. Heh, it’s you that has to be worried.”

You had absolutely zero idea how an impromptu sparring session with Gojo Satoru - the strongest, longtime rival and absolute pain in your ass - ended up like this. With you flat on your back and splayed out across his navy bedsheets in such a tight mating press, with him running on complete fumes and his revered cursed technique to drag out his- sixth orgasm of the night. 

But you weren’t complaining.

And neither was Gojo - in fact, mumbling out a slurring slew of profanities into your open mouth. Followed by the most broken “I’m w-winning this bet-”

“No-” you’re spitting hot-headedly with a merciless little bite on his pouty lower lip, and it’s so pretty the way his lips grow as rawly rosy as the rest of his blushing cheeks. Leveraging your years and years of practice to flip the two of you over, “I-I’m winning.”

Neither of you could even remember what the bet was about. 

Something about who’d admit defeat? Ah, Gojo doesn’t give a shit - not even your puffy pussy lips were sliding down his overstimulated cock. Sheathing him in a freshly drenched coating of your honeyed slick when you straddle his slender hips and ride.

“Heheh- y-you think this is- oh!” His hands wrangle around your waist urgently in such a bruising grip to slow down your sloppy cadence. And he’s using his powerful arms to completely drag your drooling cunt in languid, lazy bounces up and down up and down up and- bruising. “-this isn’t going to m-make me-”

But he already was.

Oh, he already was with every clingy kiss of your gummy walls around his steadily swelling cock, every syrupy slosh of cum that made his heavy balls clench. And it’s only a matter of time before his thoroughly overwhelmed cock bursts out once more. 

Gojo’s letting his head loll drunkenly against the sweat-dampened pillows - shit, everything was such a mess. From the creamy puddle of cum sobbing from your sopping wet slit, to the way your fatigued bodies were so furiously glissading across one another. 

“Make you what?” you bat your lashes down at him in a way that should be infuriating, but it only makes his reddish tip twitch into your g-spot. “Admit it- ngh- a-admit defeat, Toru–”

But that’s the last thing he would do. 

There’s a sudden crack! of jujutsu in the air, and you already know from who before your stupidly fucked mind even registers it. Because it only takes a split-second - a split-second - for Gojo to teleport from right underneath you being ridden out of his fucking mind to be shovelling all girthy inches of his cock into you from behind.

“Ah! What-” you yelp, precariously collapsing onto the silken pillowcases now. Whirling your greedy gaze over your shoulder, “Th-that’s cheating.”

And Gojo doesn’t even hear you - fuck, he doesn’t even feel alive. 

The only thing one his delirious mind right now being the way your dribbling cunt was swallowing him up so well. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, entire heavy bodyweight slumping on top of yours when he’s jackhammering inch after inch.Tiny, mindless gyrations just to fit deeper - as if your clingy walls had forgotten how massive he was already. So heavy - you could barely breathe.

And it’s only when he’d bottomed out, it’s only when Gojo could feel your saturated folds kiss his fat base, his weepy tip drawing a long line of translucent precum across your cervix that you hear a noise from above you. 

It’s hoarse - pained. You’re halfway concerned before you hear that rumbling groan turn into a bout of laughter. Humorless, so, so pussydrunken. 

Gojo’s eyes glow with miniscule bolts of lightning when he’s dragging your face to crane upwards into his oh-so-feral gaze. The toothy grin smeared across his handsome features made it seem like he was fucking you like he hated you. Whispering - low. “You win th-this round, my girl.”

You feel a sudden spike in cursed energy - and you’re sure every electrical source within the next twenty-five miles does, too. Before Gojo plants one foot on your head and angles his hips deeply to pummel your womb with thick, knocking spurts of cum.

Fuck, every sudden ribbon of seed had him pressing into you ever deeper. Rougher. And Gojo could feel your snug cunt drain his tight balls again. Again and again and again until his furious divot could only pump out a few wispy strings of creamy white.

“God…” Gojo breathes, so strained. He’s swiftly thwacking! a few fingertips against your plump clit - buzzing jujutsu hot on his digits. Swirling those excess dredges of cum to make such a filthy mess of your pretty cunt. “This fuckin’ p-pussy feels so hngh- good. S’fuckin’ unfair-”

“Unfair? You’re the one using-”

And, well, usually Gojo loved hearing you run that smart mouth of yours. But right now all he could do was run his slender fingers over to your sensitive nub over and over - before punishing you with a tiny squeeze. “Mhm- all’s fair in l-love and ngh- war.”

Shit, he can already feel the exact moment when you cum - your toes curling, kiss-bitten lips letting out such a sweet keen of his name when the tingling waves take over. 

“O-of course, you ah- quote that-” you’re babbling out, strangled moans choking out with every clash of his bawling head into your g-spot. He’s memorized it by now. Perfected it.

Probing so deep that you think Gojo’s ready to batter a fat, circular bruise at that spot. Especially when his powerful hands wrap in a vice-like restraint around both your arms; biceps flexing, slack lips grunting as he manhandles your entire body to lift cleanly off the mess you call sheets. 

The strongest - he’s such a show-off.

Snickering when you gasp at the change in angle middair, jostling his expansive cock inside you rummagingly. He’s sweetly coating your insides with a sweltering hot pool of cum - once. Twice. And then nothing. 

Shooting blanks. 

You flinch when you feel the splat! splat! splat! of something wet, slowly realizing that Gojo was crying pearly tears from his pussydrunkenly droopy eyes. Smearing it when he rubs his face into the crook of your neck with a purr, “B-best out of ten…?”

“...”

A/N. PHEWWW I got CARRIED AWAYY with this one oml it was saur fun.