Ghost!

TAGS: swearing, unprotected, female reader, friends to fuck buddies to lovers, oral s!x(receiving and giving), manhandling, squ!rting, creampie, praise k!nk, overst!mulation, slight tipsy reader but you're fully aware, threesome, cúckholding, throatfúcking, semi-public (you're in a cab), slight rough oral? not really

A/N: wow a w/c of ~4.6k! I'm getting back into the swing of things but seeing as its kinktober I thought why not :P Apologies for any OOC or mistakes !! ;-;

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You're all settled into the city now, the last couple of boxes from your move have been stored in your bedroom closet because, well, out of sight out of mind, right?

Getting out of college had been the most freeing experience, both mentally and physically. The constant stress-induced headaches had finally subsided and you'd even managed to get back into your barely-there fitness routine. Your roommate was as sweet as could be, even if she was a little innocent at times.

Being an assistant at a law firm wasn't as glamorous as the films made out really, you spent most of your time fanning your face from the sheer heat of a packed office and hiding stocking-covered feet under your desk so that no one could see you were temporarily relieving yourself from the prison that is high-heels.

This was the job that you wanted, and it was what you were expecting really but... you thought to yourself sometimes. Was law what you picked because it was a high-earning job, or was it because both your best friends were following that direction?

Hiromi and Kento... You think about them most days, especially after you and Mio went out drinking and ended up a bit tipsy and flustered.

One blonde and one with pitch black hair, both of them taller than you in a way that makes you blush like a schoolgirl to think about. You definitely thought there was something there, but after graduating the stress of moving to the city and finding a job as soon as possible had left you a bit...isolated.

They'd been the best parts of your years studying, Kento the more sensible and kind boy that had always been there for you to comfort you, always offering you a home cooked meal and a shoulder to lean on. Incredibly smart too, he always knew how to help with coursework even though it was completely different to yours, and more than once you'd thought about crossing that friendship line, but the thought of losing such a rock in your life made you second-guess.

Hiromi was the more playful of the two of them, always dredging up some trouble after a couple of beers after class. More than once you'd found yourself between Hiromi and scratchy cotton sheets. That strong nose... yeah. Makes your pussy ache just thinking about him - if he wasn't so headstrong about being a gentlemen when it came to women you definitely would have tapped that.

You sigh as you staple the last couple of court files together, another classic case of a man taking what he wanted after he became bored. God, what a soul sucking job. You were just about to consider clocking a few extra hours to get ahead of rent when Mio texts you.

Drinks🍻?

"Oh, Mio..." You bite your lip as your thumbs hover over your keyboard.

You really shouldn't. Drinking only gets you into a state, and there isn't exactly an abundance of adequate men around you - some might do in a pinch, sure, but none of them make you cum or even pretend to care that you haven't.

Every night you go to bed used, angry, and only the tiniest bit satiated.

You're just typing a polite decline to your roommates offer when your boss, that slacker, walks over to your desk and puts his hands on the clean and shining wood.

"Nothing better than eye candy at work," He smirks, lecherous and insulting. If this wasn't the best paying job in the area, you would use your stapler for something other than shitty printer paper. "You stayin' tonight again, gorgeous?"

You groan in disgust at him, quickly typing to Mio that you were on your way as you got up, slipping the file into the mesh metal basket perched next to those grubby hands.

"Actually, just finished. Please tell Mr. Kong that everything he needs has been filed."

"I think-" Your boss starts, still smirking even as you cut him off and slide past him expertly. Seriously, you had to get a better job.

"I apologise, but I have an important event to get to this evening." You say smoothly, tapping the down button for the elevator, and thanking every god possible as it pings near instantly. You step in and make eye contact. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Mr Yamada."

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"You totally should have got his number!" Mio giggles into her beer, the foam sticking to her cute pink lipgloss and giving her a little white moustache. You shake your head with a laugh and take a sip of your own. "He was totally into you!"

You peek over the rim of your glass carefully, looking at the guy on the other side of the bar with a slight heat stirring in you. He was totally your type, tall with long black hair that ends in subtle spikes.

He has eyeliner smudged at the corners of his eyes, and black gauges in his ears, the baggy black sweatshirt he was wearing only adding to his entire demeanour of classic 'sexy and I know it'.

"I don't know Mio....the last guy was the absolute worst." You groan, burying your head in your arms on the table, your eyes peeking over your forearm to continue watching Hot Guy regardless. Absolutely shameless, but you haven't had an orgasm in a while and his hands look pretty big and tempting as he taps the counter.

"That's because your standards are so high!" Mio insists, twirling her honey-coloured hair as she nods at you with determination. Bless her heart. "There's like, plenty of reasonable guys!"

"I don't think wanting to cum is a high standard, Mio." You laugh, breaking into giggles as she turns pink and whines your name in embarrassment, glancing back as if Hot Guy heard you both.

"C'mon! He's going to leave!" She whines more, practically stamping your foot in a mini tantrum as you sigh.

"Fine! Fine, I'll go for it." You're dragging your feet but honestly, he does look like he'd know what he's doing, and he's definitely hauntingly beautiful.

Just as you raise yourself out of your seat, a slightly taller, slender man with white hair and gorgeous blue eyes reaches Hot Guy, not-so-subtly smacking his ass before koala-ing and plastering himself to the mans back.

Typical.

"Oh." Mio pouts, somehow more put out than you are. "Maybe they'd want a third?"

"Mio!" You burst out laughing, not expecting your innocent friend to even consider that. "Who do you take me for?"

It's a fun night, you have to admit for all your reluctance to go. The atmosphere is particularly lively tonight and there's plenty of men to gawk at as you pout and talk to Mio about what to invest in next for the apartment - maybe a nice sound-proof room to stop scarring her so much.

"Ooo! Look at them!" Mio squeals out, pointing not so subtly behind you, her pink flushed face a dead giveaway for the amount of drinks you've both knocked back. Your eyes follow her fingers as you turn a bit more subtly than Mio.

At first, you think she's got alcohol-induced amnesia as you spot Hot Guy and Gorgeous Guy huddled together, and then your spine is suddenly tingly and your thighs pressing together as you spot her newest targets.

It can't be. No fucking way.

There, sat opposite Hot Guy and Gorgeous Guy, is two men in expensive looking suits. One with a classic white shirt and dark blue tie to accent it, the other in a grey suit and pale blue shirt, a yellow and brown spotty tie sticking out.

The same tie that you gifted to Kento the day you all graduated, alongside a strong looking wrist that housed the watch you'd gifted Hiromi.

"It can't be.." You gape, mouth fully open as you just stare, the need to be subtle flying out the window as you feel yourself get wet at just the sight of them. Suddenly, you wish you'd drank just a bit less.

Because dammit, they looked good. Four years had definitely done them justice. For starters, Kento no longer had that cute emo haircut with the side-bang that showed a lot of attitude. It was a tapered cut and the blonde had darkened just slightly, enough to show off his strong jaw. He'd also broadened out, not that he was ever that small to begin with.

Those forearms, Christ. You watched the way his arm flexed and veins popped as he was talking and drinking, his face in that permanent scowl you used to lay in bed teasing him about.

And Hiromi...

That frat boy grin he always sported was gone now, yes, but his features were even more defined than before, that strong nose that you always dreamed of riding seemed more solid, alongside sharp eyes and cheekbones as he nodded at whatever Hot Guy was saying. He'd also filled out, strong arms rested on his knees as he leaned forward for conversation.

Mio was nudging your leg.

"Who are they? You know them?" She was practically bouncing in her seat waiting for you to reply, curled hair bouncing with her.

"That's..." You take one last second to look, before turning back to Mio with a red face as you shift in your seat to get the friction away from your pussy and onto your thighs instead. You knew you shouldn't have worn such a short skirt with lace panties. "Higuruma and Nanami. I went to college with them a while back, that's all."

"Oh that's all?" Mio giggles again, but she suddenly sits back and adjusts herself, coughing and mumbling something you can't quite hear as she does so, her blush now extremely obvious.

"What was that?" You ask, leaning in and looking concerned before a hand on your shoulder stops you dead in your tracks, it's large and very warm.

"I said I think they saw you looking." Mio says guiltily as she grabs her purse off the table and smiles at the person, or persons, behind you. "Have a nice evening! I'll stay at Hachis!"

And then she's gone, pink tulle skirt bouncing as she leaves the door, a gust of cool wind hitting your flushed cheeks hard, making you inhale sharply as you still stare dumbfounded at the vacant seat in front of you.

"It's been a while since we've seen you, hasn't it Hiromi?" Kentos deep smooth voice says as his fingers press into your shoulder, somehow making the ache between your thighs that much more unbearable.

"It has. Around four years, I believe." Hiromi replies, his reserved voice unusually tense but he's so close to you that you can feel his breath against your neck, causing all your skin to prickle.

You clear your throat, trying to regain some kind of composure as you stand, brushing your sweaty shaking hands down your tiny skirt as you sway on shaky feet, Kentos hand never leaving you as you stammer around looking for your purse.

Hiromi appears in front of you, a small smile on his pale face as he hands you the stupid small black bag you'd been looking for. His fingers brush yours as you practically snatch it from his grasp, breath hitching as you feel his warmth against your tragically cold hands.

"Well, I should get going really." You stammer, shimmying away from Kentos hand and wanting to cry at the lack of contact - but really, you didn't want to see them both for the first time in years when you're tipsy and practically dripping onto the seat beneath you - you have some class. "I'll leave you to Mr Hot Guy and co."

"Mr Hot Guy?" Kento mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder as you whimper, immediately wishing you'd instead just died on the spot from the way they both freeze.

"Umm you know," You laugh and wave your hand, vaguely gesturing behind the three of you as you continue to try and walk through Hiromi. "Black bangs, eyeliner, gorgeous long hair."

"Geto?" Hiromi questions as he gets an expression like he's sucked a lemon from the discard tray. You would laugh if you weren't about to drop to your knees out of horniness. "He's.... taken."

"Yeah, yeah." You nod in agreement, fanning your face as Kento hands you a cold glass of water from wherever. You gratefully take a sip before handing it back to him, noticing briefly his look of amusement. "Yeah taken by Mr Gorgeous. I noticed. You know, Mio was about to set the three of us up."

"Set you up?" Hiromi choked out, before coughing politely in his hand and pointedly looking at Kento, who was still annoyingly close to your back, his smooth strong hands now holding your hips to his.

You ignored the obvious reaction from his own privates in a hope he'll be just as gracious. He's always been a gentleman, your hopes aren't totally in vein.

"It's alright," You laugh nervously, stumbling forward and apologising into Hiromi's chest as he catches you before you could totally embarrass yourself. It's solid, and you have a sudden intrusive thought of licking his abs and panting into his neck. "Um! No worries, a missed threesome is not that devastating-"

"Who said you would miss your opportunity?" Kento questions smoothly, a chaste kiss gets pressed into your neck and your pupils blow wide as you look at Hiromi, who, now that you notice it, looks kind of flushed himself. "We wouldn't be gentlemen if we didn't get you home safely. Right, Hiromi?"

"Exactly." Hiromi replies, except he sounds significantly more strained than Kento. "Let's get a cab."

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The ride to presumably yours was... a legendary test of self-restraint to say the least. Nanami rode in the front, making pleasant conversation with the driver to allow Higuruma the distraction to trace his fingers up your inner thigh, nails scratching just lightly and enough to drive you insane, your panties drenched already just from some light petting.

You were trying to make light conversation with him, afraid that the driver would look at you through that rear view mirror and kick the three of you out, but he was driving you insane, your pussy throbbing and making it impossible to focus on anything but them.

"Your law firm, they're successful?" Hiromi graciously offered you the start of another painstakingly long conversation, his fingers dancing at the hem of your lace panties and making you clench around nothing.

"T-they're certainly something," You reply, your teeth biting into your lip so hard you're worried you'll break skin. Your hips subconsciously move towards his hand for some kind of contact, some relief, and he grins like a shark at you.

"Oh, you like it there, then? Kento and I were thinking about transferring.." His voice drones on, but you don't hear any of it, because his lithe fingers have gone past the band of your panties, trailing over your pussy and finally rubbing soft little circles over your clit.

Your eyes roll back and your knees spread almost obscenely across the leather seats as you forget about having to be any kind of subtle, you let out a small moan but it must have been louder than intended because Kento coughs politely from the front seat, glancing at you with a disapproving look in the mirror before continuing whatever conversation he and the driver were engaged in.

The thought of Kento watching you had you wetter than you thought, and you bit your lip again and scrunched your eyes shut as Hiromi dips a fingertip into your hole, barely an inch in as you rut your hips down like a whore in heat. It was incredible, the tension has your heart thrumming against your chest as your thighs tingle with the threat of an oncoming orgasm already despite not even getting into a bed yet.

It was everything you thought getting with them would be like, you can't even understand why right now they've decided to break all their boundaries - but you're incredibly thankful.

Just as you are about to beg Hiromi to put more fingers in the car is rolling to a stop, and Nanami is politely thanking the driver and opening his door. You watch in a horny daze as Hiromi brings his fingers to his lips and you whine, too out of it too be embarrassed as the driver looks at you curiously, before there's cold air on your thighs and Kento is practically carrying you to the front door.

You used to sit across from Kento in the library and dream about the way his lips were always so pink, his eyes always seemed to track everything you do, those strong hands acting so delicately against the thin pages of the books you were studying.

You can't help but sobbing out his name now as his head disappears between your thighs, thick and wet tongue sliding through your folds and lighting you up from the inside, your head falling back against impossibly soft pillows as Hiromi curses to your left, his hand leisurely stroking his dick as he watches the two of you.

"Ken," You sob out, your hands reaching down to clutch desperately at sandy blonde hair as he starts eating you out like a man starved, as soon as you tug the smallest amount he's groaning into your cunt, making you sob in response. "Fuck, 'ts too good"

Tongue swirling around your clit, he glances up at you and you clench around air as his hungry eyes lock onto yours, so blown out from pleasure that they look less hazel and more full-blown black, his lips already split-slicked with white webs of your arousal connecting you both.

He licks his lips and moans, strong hand moving to hold your thigh up as you try to clench them together in response - "You're so sweet, should have done this years ago. Should have taken care of you."

"Both should have." Hiromi chimes in, already across the room and climbing across the bed to hover above you, his nose brushing yours as the gorgeous pink flush on his cheeks spreads to his chest, hand still moving as he watches Kento spread your lips and bite his lip.

"Please." You whimper, your core is absolutely soaked, your juices leaking against the sheets as Nanami just watches the way your puffy cunt quivers at the lack of touch and stimulation. "Ken, 'Romi."

"Fuck," Hiromi breathes out, and you shimmy down the bed as much as you can in Nanamis' grip so that your face to face with his dick, mouth practically watering as you watch him jerk himself off.

It was perfect, thick and girthy, not too long but it had a curve to it that had you wishing it was rocking against your g-spot already. His spongy tip was an angry red that was almost purple, silky white pre-cum gathering at his tip before he swipes it away with his thumb, moaning as you drool at the sight.

"Been dreaming of this," Hiromi grunts as he fastens his pace, obscene slick sounds filling the room as you gasp, Nanami returning back to kissing and suckling your sex. "You've stayed in my mind all these years, darling."

"That's sweet," You croak out, tears gathering on your lashes both at the admission and at the fact Kentos' long strong fingers are pumping in and out of you steadily, hitting your g-spot with scary precision. "Been thinkin' of you both too"

You don't wait for another soppy moment, too overwhelmed already to confront whatever feelings are developing, so you lean forward and wrap your lips around Hiromi's tip, moaning as soon as the salty-bitter taste of his pre-cum hits your tongue, the spongy tip throbbing as you suckle gently, placing your hand underneath his as you clumsily follow his pace.

"Shit, so fucking perfect, spoiling me," Hiromi rambles, usual calm demeanour gone in the wind as he rocks his hips back and forth, unfocused eyes watching you as his mouth parts open in constant gasps as he fights the urge to throat-fuck you like he wants to. "Such a pretty princess, all soaked and gushing over Kentos arm"

You moan pathetically around him, tears leaking steadily down your cheeks and taking your mascara with them as you double your efforts, your pussy clenching obscenely as you reach your tipping point.

Kento must have felt it, because he moves his free hand to lay it on your lower stomach, pushing lightly on it as he moans at your immediate spasm, and garbled sobs.

"That's right honey, feels good doesn't it? You look so perfect, so good for me and Hiromi." Nanami says breathlessly, his own hips rutting against the damp sheets as he watches you struggle to keep in rhythm with Hiromi.

"I won't last," Hiromi hoarsely whispers, and you feel a sense of pride that you might not be the first to finish, a complete opposite to how you normally feel. "Shit, she feels so good Ken, so warm and wet for me. Stretchin' around me."

Your peak is dangerously close, your pussy is leaking like a faucet and that spongy spot inside of you being stroked so insistently has you seeing stars, almost delirious from the heat of it all, your eyes rolling up as you let Hiromi use your throat like a fucktoy as he gets nearer.

"That's it, good girl." Kento praises, though he doesn't look much better than Hiromi, practically panting as his hand speeds up, two fingers turning to three as he pistons them in and out, his other hand pressing insistently. "Come on, cum for us honey, you can do it."

You choke on a sob as that blinding white pleasure hits you, a whine-like-scream forcing its way from your occupied throat as you shake and cum all over Nanami's fingers, a second wave hitting you almost instantly and your eyes shoot open in disbelief as you feel yourself squirt messily all over your friends (?) forearm, making him moan unabashedly as Hiromi apologises before pulling out of your sore throat.

You whine at the loss before gasping as hot streaks of cum hit your tear-stained cheeks. Thick and heavy against your lashes as it splashes rope after rope against your soft skin, your eyes flutter open as you watch Hiromi gasp and struggle to keep his own eyes open through it.

You're about to ask about Kento, before you feel a thick head nudge against your wet opening, stretching you open impossibly wide compared to his fingers, making you choke on a whine as you throw your head back against the pillows again.

"Fuck, so fucking tight, sweetheart," Nanami grits out, a soothing thumb stroking your thigh as he pushes in and bottoms out, the feeling overwhelming you as you just accept it, tits bouncing as he thrusts forward a little. "Shit, so perfect. Can't believe we let you walk away."

Hiromi, who was dazed, now nods in agreement, leaning down to kiss you deeply, slightly stubbled chin grazing you as licks inside your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself as he does so. It's all-consuming, the way both of them have their entire attention dedicated to you.

A strong hand cups your tit, squeezing softly before a thumb flicks against your nipple and makes you sob again as you feel that electric pleasure thrum you despite how hard you've already cum tonight after months- no years - of non-intended edging.

Nanami is looking absolutely wrecked as he rocks in and out of your sweet pussy, your juices spilling around him and causing his hips and thighs to shine in the low light as he fucks you like a lover. His honey hair is plastered to his forehead as he throws his head back in pleasure, soaking wet sounds filling the air as you and Hiromi continue to make out in front of him.

"M not going to last sweetheart," He pants out, apologetic as he moves a hand down to toy with your swollen clit, making you hiccup into Hiromi's mouth at the almost-painful overstimulation. "Sweet pussy too perfect for me, you're too perfect honey."

You whine into Higurumas' mouth, and he pulls away to shush you, before craning his neck back to lick into Nanami's mouth, making you gape and clench at the sight. Your orgasm is almost frightening at the pace it barrels towards you, thighs burning as Nanami continues to fuck you like he was made for it.

"Ken-" You gasp, the pressure on your clit combined with the hits against your soft g-spot making you race towards your peak as your hands claw the sheets next to you. "Fuck, Romi"

"You going to cum together?" Hiromi rasps out, a fucked-out look on his face as his equally as blown out pupils flit down to watch Nanami fuck the juices out of you as he pulses near his own orgasm. "Make a mess for me? Hm?"

That's all it takes, the combined knowledge of knowing they're both waiting for you as well as the fact they both enjoy each other just as much is what has you whiting out, orgasm practically spraying out as it flows down both yours and Nanami's thighs as you shake and sob out both of their names.

Kento swears, almost a shout, as he starts to cum, thick spurts of cum shooting into you as he leans down and crashes his lips to yours, kissing like you're his lifeline as his orgasm lasts for what feels like minutes as Higuruma just praises the both of you in sweet whispers, delicate fingers stroking wherever they can reach.

There's so much cum that it flows out from the sides, making a sticky sweet mess of the both of you as you both pant into each others mouths, impossibly hot.

You're vaguely aware as he pulls out, whining at the loss and grimacing at the instant flow of cum that follows before you feel yourself drifting to a sweet state of satiated as the two men catch their breath above you.

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The morning is so incredibly comfy and soft that if it weren't for the tired ache in your thighs you'd assume that the night before was all an elaborately made up dream. I mean, what are the chances of both of them being at the bar that you frequent with Mio?

You ask them as much, and smile around the rim of your coffee mug as Nanami coughs into his pastry with a blush and Higuruma suddenly finds the newspaper that's at least two weeks out of date on the table interesting.

"Well?" You ask amusedly, your voice a little husky as you talk and you attempt to clear it with slight embarrassment.

"Our mutual friend Gojo, he recognised you from a picture we both have." Kento sighs, embarrassment and resignation tinging his words as his hazel eyes look at you apologetically. "He might have mentioned you frequent the bar, and invited us to see for ourselves."

Hiromi joins the conversation then, as if to back his boyfriend (?) up.

"Of course, we should have just reached out to you." He does look slightly upset with himself, and you reach a warm hand out to his and squeeze it gently.

"It goes both ways, right?" You say warmly, before laughing lightly, making them both curious. "Holy shit, we could have been doing that for at least four years!"

"Don't remind me" Kento grumbles right as Hiromi says "We can make up for lost time?"

It was a random hook-up that started his slight obsession. On and off for years, and this particular part of his kinky nature never came to light.

"I'm serious, Gojo." You snort, the tip of your finger swirling around the rim of your glass as you rest your chin in your hand. "I'm not the type of girl to lose my panties to the first guy who makes a pass at me."

Gojo studies you, eyes hidden under that thick black fabric as he hums, stretching his legs out as he stands up from his bar stool, holding out a hand to you as you raise an eyebrow in response.

"I'll take you home." A simple sentence, one that he says with such ease that you don't think anything of it, despite him practically begging to let him get you off in bathroom.

It's not like the two of you haven't shared a bed before, admittedly you'd been thinking about texting him a simple 'you free?' earlier before he'd walked straight into the bar you were in- but, he's just your coworker now.

Walking into that damn school and immediately thinking about The Gojo Satoru on his knees with his mouth buried in your pussy had made working with him a complete nightmare. There's only so many times you can excuse yourself to the bathroom to bury your fingers in yourself for some kind of relief. Thus; the ban.

"I don't know.." You eventually reply, your voice full of uncertainty despite the fact that your body is already up and moving off the stool, and you smile to yourself as Gojo wraps his jacket around your shoulders, leaving him in that ridiculously tight white shirt. "I guess you're a safer option than a random man."

"Gee, thanks." Gojo snorts, offering you his elbow with an exaggerated bow, making you laugh as you stumble slightly on your way back to the car.

It's cold out, which is part of the reason why you'd gone straight to the bar after your bad mission instead of just walking it off. Plus, there's nothing a little wine can't fix after Shoko has actually fixed you.

You shiver a little as you pull Gojos' jacket a little tighter around yourself. The cold air is making the wetness of your panties a lot more obvious, and your cheeks burn with both shame and alcohol as you walk unsteadily back to that fancy ass car you knew Gojo would have driven all the way here.

"You know," Gojo says with a joy in his voice that makes you wince. It's never a good sign when he's confident, even less when he's full on grinning like a shark down at you. "I know you've made yourself all messy just thinking about my offer."

Fuck. This was a trap.

"You've been avoiding my calls," Gojo continues, sniffing as he opens the back door to his car, patiently waiting for you to slide yourself onto the seats, which you do albeit a little hesitantly.

The cold leather against your wet panties has you biting your lip and Gojo just grins at you, leaning on the car door all cocky with his frustrating smirk as he asks you; "You sure I can't convince you?"

Your hand clutches your skirt a little too tightly, the black Jujutsu uniform that was built to be lightweight suddenly feeling suffocating.

"I meant it-" You start, as you look back at him with fluttering eyelashes and a semi-serious expression. You pout your lips purposefully as you spread your legs the tiniest amount, anticipation shooting through your spine as you notice him start to breathe harder. "My panties, staying on."

An odd hill for you to die on, but apparently it wasn't a hill that would stop Gojo as he's clambering into the back of the car and folding his long legs with a heavy 'fuck'.

You let out a moan as you look down in front of you, Gojo is balancing himself in-between the sets of seats so that he can be eye-level with your cunt, bandana pushed up into that messy white hair as his eyes practically glow in the dark car. It's electric the way he looks at you, and you bite your hand as he lowers his nose, breathing in the scent of your arousal with a low groan.

"Not a problem, princess."

"You're such a freak," You breathe out, but you aren't really one to talk as you feel yourself getting even wetter as he nips and bites at your plush thighs. You rest your head on the headrest as you shuffle your hips down, letting out a little sob as Gojos' tongue finally drags its way up your wet underwear.

It's perverted, the way that it gets you wriggling and writhing. That wet cotton sticks to you as he starts swirling his tongue on your clit, the texture of the fabric dragging against you with each movement making the pleasure all that more unbelievable.

It's wet, spit and slick noises filling the car as he groans and whines into your pussy, thanking you over and over as he palms himself, never faltering in his open-mouthed kisses to your pretty pink lacy panties, suckling gently over the slightly raised mound of your clit after at least ten minutes of teasing.

"Fuck, I-" You breathe out, the air so thick that your chest is heaving. Your thighs are aching from the way he's using both strong hands to hold them open, your hands buried in those snowy locks as you force his mouth to where you want it, practically riding his face in the back of his fancy-ass car. "Holy shit, I'm going to cum."

Gojo just nods desperately through your struggling words, jaw and tongue moving even faster as he whines with flushed cheeks and spit-shiny lips into you, his hand leaving one of your thighs to rub himself off, and that sight is what gets you shaking.

"Fuck, Gojo." You whine as you reach your peak, hips stuttering and fingers tightening in his hair. The sight of him sobbing into your pussy as his chest tinges pink and the front of his pants get darker has you staggering through a second wave, your orgasm dripping through your panties sluggishly and covering the back seat of the car. "Holy shit."

Gojo pulls back, absolutely wrecked. His face is adorably pink, eyes half-lidded as he looks at you with a satisfaction that has your heart stuttering. There's your slickness spread across his lips and chin, and he gathers it with his thumb just to push it past his own lips with a cocky grin, all teeth and charm as you curse.

"Still going to ignore me?"

And ignore him you did, or you tried.

But the stuffy conference room is getting unbearably warm as you shift in your seat, willing your throbbing cunt to stop as you avoid Gojos' gaze across the table.

He's sitting in that ridiculous way he does, ass half in his seat as he sits like its his own personal throne, long legs hanging over the edge of it as he makes a show of dragging his tongue up and down the popsicle he'd opted to eat in the middle of the meeting, much to your own dismay.

The incredibly boring old bastards just sneer at him with disgust as he joyfully sucks on his fingers, swirling his tongue to collect all that sticky juice that had dribbled past his lips and onto those long digits.

It's like your own personal torture, and you bite your lip and send a quick prayer that the ancient elders are too busy scolding your coworker to notice the way your own hand is buried in between your thighs, your skirt just long enough to cover the way your fingers are driving themselves in and out of your pussy.

As an elder starts talking about the newest development in the Zen'in council, you take the time to wiggle out of your panties, leaving them hanging around your ankle riskily.

Your cheeks burn and your heart is hammering as you glance around the table, eyes shifting between your unknowing audience as you force yourself to be quiet.

That pressure is building up your spine, your thighs aching as you shift in your seat, stammering out a quick reply as the man closest to your right asks if you need a break.

"She's alright," Gojo waves his hand as he replies, although you notice his ears are pink and there's a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Fed up of you old bastards, I'm sure."

You shake your head in disagreement, and your fingers are buried knuckle deep in your pussy as you stop for a breath, terrified to move in fear of being caught. There's juices leaking around your fingers, the chair slippery as your folds slide against the chair as you wiggle yourself, full of impatience despite your mental battle.

There's a buzz of your phone, and you bite your lip, glancing around you before deeming it safe enough to check. Your breath leaves you in a half-disguised moan that goes unnoticed around the table as you read it.

Gojo: don't stop now, I know ur close

You could almost cry as you lock eyes with him, and he just winks before divulging into another complaint about an improperly labelled curse. It all turns into background noise as you continue to bully your own cunt, wet walls hugging your fingers tightly as you get closer and closer.

Burying your chin into your chest as you start to reach your peak, tears burn in your eyes as you feel that familiar wet heat stirring in your gut. Fuck, not now.

You panic and make frantic eye contact with your friend across the table, but it's too late as you stutter and your fingers curl just right. Gojo's eyes widen slightly, and he's coughing just loud enough to cover the wet sound of your release flooding the chair.

Thankfully, the elders are already taking their leave, the nicest of them all wishing you better health as he leaves with a polite bow, and you just stammer out a weak 'thank you'.

The silence of the room is embarrassingly loud as you're left to shimmer your panties back on properly, the fabric wet with your own squirt as you wince at the wet-on-wet sensation, too caught up in your own head to notice the way Gojo has stalked his way over.

"What are you-" You try to complain, but it's stolen from you as he shoves your chair away from the table, already sinking to his knees in front of you, groaning at the way your juices spill onto his pants. "Gojo, please."

"Yeah," He replies hoarsely, already pushing his bandana up to keep his hair out of the way as he buries his face where you begged for it, his nose rubbing against your clit as you sob and writhe. "Fuck. You're too much, baby."

"Not your baby," You whine out as his tongue pushes against your clothed folds, making it even more wet and lewd than it already is.

You outright moan as his fingers peel the wet fabric to the side, one of those long digits sliding all the way into your cunt, curling up and finding that spongy spot immediately, already working on milking a second orgasm out of you.

It's embarrassing how fast that high is creeping up your spine, the way your clit pulses and the way your walls tighten as Gojo sets to work, that overly obnoxious mouth for once silent as its full of you.

The sounds of Gojos' sloppy make-out session with your pussy filling the silent room, and you bite your hand to stop yourself from crying out as your toes curl in anticipation.

It's always so intense with Gojo, those damn Six Eyes knowing every inch of your body biblically and hitting those pleasure points ruthlessly - all you can do is hang on as best you can. And that's what you do, shaking fingers weaving into his hair as you pull and twist and whine as he alternates between delicate circles and hard swipes with his tongue.

The sloppy and wet sounds of your pussy pull you out of that foggy haze, your folds slick and shining from where they're parted with Gojos' nose, his blue eyes focused on you as he pumps his fingers in and out to the rhythm of his tongue. You babble something incoherent as your orgasm builds, your back tensing as you feel that unmistakable wave.

Gojo just curls his fingers once more and holds the pressure, his other hand pressing down on your lower belly, making you practically shout as you gush down his forearm, the force of it almost making you black out as it lasts forever.

And he sweet talks you the whole time.

"So fucking good princess, fuck, look gorgeous-shit" He groans, eyes rolling back as he fucks his own fist, panting and looking up at you with pleading eyes and flushed cheeks. "Let me finish on you, please."

You whimper out a 'yeah, do it baby' and that's all it takes for that milky-white sticky cum to paint your stomach, some of it hitting your chin as you moan, taking in the way his eyes screw shut and his jaw locks as he strokes himself through it.

Gojo whispers out a hoarse 'thanks' before his forehead rests against your thighs, he kisses and bites them gently as he regains his breath, and you soothe the pulled locks of hair with your fingertips.

If only you weren't planning on calling in sick to completely avoid him tomorrow.

That plan only worked for so long, there's only so many times you can ask to trade missions before people start to get curious, especially Nanami.

"You won't work with him, and that's not what's best efficient for the entire team."

You groan as you walk, dragging your feet and hanging your head as you follow him to the hall. He's not wrong, but how do you tell your perfectly respectable friend that the reason you can't work with him is because you act like a bitch in heat whenever you see his stupid fucking face?

"Perhaps," Nanami hesitates as he speaks, that normally monotone voice breaking unevenly. You look up at him curiously, only to find him watching you kindly already. "You could try to transfer?"

To Kyoto? Yeah. No thanks. You scoff to yourself, hoping he doesn't pick up on it. If he does, he's too gentlemanly to say anything, unlike a certain somebody.

"It's alright, I'll talk to him tonight after some liquid courage." You affirm, hoping you sound a lot more confident than you feel as you reach out for the door with a shaking hand.

Tonight being the staff party that Gojo and Shoko insisted on. You'd be lying if you weren't a little bit hopeful, your best baby-blue lacy set sitting neatly underneath a low-cut black cocktail dress. Normally, you'd say this is how you always dressed for a party. And normally, Nanami would pretend you were telling the truth.

"You're too good for him." Nanami simply says as you both step in, already cringing at the volume level. Both Tokyo and Kyoto teachers had come together, meaning the more rowdy bunch from Kyoto were already leading the party. "If you need me, text. Try not to, though."

And with that, you're alone.

You hum to the music, swaying a little bit as you make your way to the drinks table without looking like it was your one and only goal. You probably fail, but Shoko is there to hand you a red plastic cup and grin at you as you sigh in relief at the strong smell emanating from it.

"He's gone to get ice." She simply says, rolling her eyes at your fake attempt to seem uninterested. "In fact, he's been a while. Check that he hasn't warped himself into a coma, will you?"

You startle a bit at that, cradling your cup to your chest as you read her face for any tells that she's lying.

"He's done that?" You ask doubtfully, but you've already set your cup down in preparation for the hunt down.

"Not since we were kids." Shoko shrugs, and then she's shooing you off.

It doesn't take long, there's only so many freezers in the building, and there was no way he as hiding in the main kitchen. No, he's in the stupid dorm kitchen that you all used to share as kids.

"You get lost?" He calls out to you as you curse at the cold air, hands rubbing your arms as you step through the doorway with an unimpressed pout. "Ice machine is taking a while, tell Shoko to cool her tits."

"Incredible," You mutter as you take in his outfit. Tight black pants paired with a cream sweater that's practically hanging off his sharp collarbones, his hair down for once. He also has those sunglasses on that you find hot, despite being nothing particularly special. "You're almost thirty, stop talking like a frat boy."

He pouts at that, faking a tear-wipe with his finger as he hangs his head. You resist a smile as you watch him, instead choosing to hop up onto the counter with practised ease from your youth.

"Can't you like, infinity it faster?" You ask, just to wind him up. All these years, an on and off relationship, and you still pretend to not understand his technique because you know that really gets under his skin.

"You suck." Gojo says as he sticks his tongue out, but you see the way his eyes undress you, the way he lingers his gaze on your thighs. You sigh, and shimmy your hips down.

"I'd offer to get undressed, but something tells me you'd prefer me to keep the panties on."

That has him freezing from his current path towards that sweet spot between your thighs, looking up at you like a deer caught in headlights. You just hum, spreading your thighs.

"Well go on then," You say nonchalantly, letting your thighs fall even more open, exposing the flimsy black lace that covers your pretty pussy, the sheen of arousal already evident. "You have five minutes before Shoko and Nanami come looking for me."

Gojo lets out a cocky laugh, pulling his sweater off as he rolls his neck. Those ridiculous abs already pulled tight as he crouches, looking up at you under those stupid sunglasses that you love so much;

"Plenty of time."

You just laugh through your own moans as he gets to work.

Gojo never thought he'd get the chance to taste you so freely, after you broke things off the last time he thought that might have been it. But he's Satoru Gojo, he wouldn't be himself if he didn't push his luck, especially with you.

The first time he eats you out with your panties still on, it's an accident. One of the last times you'd been together, you were wearing this honey gold set that had drove him crazy, his spit and your slick mixing so deliciously over that fucking lace that it unlocked something in him.

Then, you'd decided that what you both had wasn't working, and all he was left with was that pair of honey gold lace panties to work over his dick desperately as he chased that memory of the way you came with your panties half-stuffed inside you from his tongue.

When he'd gotten the chance to eat you out after that visit from the bar, he'd been so excited to get his tongue on you, on that rough lace, that as soon as you'd finished all over his tongue, that honey-sweet thick taste that drove him crazy, he'd cum in his pants like a horny teenager.

The second time he was more prepared, as soon as he'd noticed your beautiful flushed cheeks as you wiggled across the table from him, he'd used his Six Eyes to watch your every move, getting harder and harder as you got yourself off in a room full of unsuspecting old geezers. It took everything in him not to bust as you fucking squirted, his cough managing to cover that lewd sound that drove him crazy. As you got yourself through that haze, he'd told them all to get fucked and that he'd talk with them one-by-one at a later date.

Getting on his knees and holding your knees up as he cleaned you up through your dripping wet finish was the next best thing to being in you. And your reaction when he'd added a single finger? Fuck.

The staff party was his final straw, eating you out and holding your hips as you rode his face in your old dorms, even though you knew his perverted little secret. He knew he had to patch things up with you.

Currently, he's up to the hilt in you, rubbing soothing circles into the plush flesh of your thigh as you breathe through the sudden fullness of him. All that smart-mouthing you loved to do to him, gone the second he'd peeled the pretty purple panties to the side and slid right in.

Your walls are so tight, pussy so fucking perfect. And he tells you, whispers it right into your ear as he rocks gently into you despite the urge to fuck you raw.

"Shut the fuck up, Satoru." You'd moaned back, still as feisty as the day you'd met. He grinned into your shoulder, biting down onto your ear lobe as he tuts his disapproval.

"If you truly hated me, you wouldn't keep wearing these frilly little things." And he watched in total satisfaction as you turned a cute shade of pink.

Yeah. Fucking made for him, alright.

Gojo Satoru - Overstimulation, anywhere he can get you

It's messy. Your head is thrown back against the pillow as you hiccup a sob out at the constant stimulation your boyfriend is giving you, hot wet and dripping tongue gliding little circles around your clit like he's mapping something out, sending burning shocks throughout your body as your thighs strain against his hands.

He has your thighs in an iron grip, strong hands holding them either side of your head as he dives in, slurping and spitting and generally making a damn mess as he eats you out like it's his favourite thing in the world - which, it might be.

Currently, you're in his office at the school, the only two people there but that doesn't settle your nerves any as you shove your hand against your own mouth to stifle the screams as you almost cream on your boyfriends tongue for the third time, saved only by the way he changes his rhythm so that you're on edge. It's been an hour of this, and your pussy is absolutely drenched and throbbing. Your clit is oversensitive but it's the kind of painful pleasure that sends shocks up your spine and that delicious burning in your stomach and thighs.

It's always like this with Satoru, though.

When Gojo eats you out, he doesn't half-ass it at all, he'll take damn near hours to ensure you're gushing the way he likes, sticky sweet slick stuck to his nose and chin as he smirks into your pussy like the arrogant man he is (he holds up to his ego, he's damn good at what he does)

He's obsessed with the way you taste, groans into your cunt with desperation as he shoves a hand down his hips to stroke himself in time with your moans, switches to sucking your clit when you're close, tongue flattening against your entire sex to tease you and keep you on the edge - he loves edging you, thinks the way you drench the sheets with sweat and come is the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Satoru can get a bit whiny though, and you chuckle every time he ends up getting impatient with you and adds two lithe fingers into you, curling them up and grinning with glistening lips as you cry out, wriggling your hips to chase your release, and he moans and sucks your clit all throughout it, trying to catching most of it on his tongue, and pops his fingers into his mouth when you're done.

"Tastes so fucking sweet," Satoru moans, eyes closing before they open to show blown-out pupils against electrically sky blue. His cheeks are flushed and shining with your slick, pink tongue darting out to lick your taste off his own lips with a grin. "Always so wet and sweet. Let's go for a new record."

Geto Suguru - semi-public, loves people to know exactly how he gets you screaming and squirming, loves teasing

"Mnh, Suguru."

Suguru chuckles from where he's crouched in-between your thighs, strong hands parting your thighs from where they keep trying to close for the overwhelming sensations you're getting from what feels like every angle. He's got you sat on the table of his conference room, patrons lined up outside to talk him into new business ventures and the likes that your situationship frankly isn't interested in. Everything he needs is right in front of him.

He's been biting marks into your thighs for a couple of minutes now, lathing his tongue over them to soothe them as your thighs twitch and your cunt gets even wetter from the attention you're getting - everything he does is always somehow so fucking hot.

"My favourite little patron, always so responsive." Suguru murmurs into the V of your hips, running his tongue from the top of your pubic bone to your bellybutton, the cool metal of his piercing against your balmy skin making you moan outright. "Always a pleasure to have you here."

"Please.." You whimper, hands scrunching into the fabric of your own skirt that's he's simply pushed up for access, your own fault for wearing a pencil skirt in his presence leaving your gorgeous legs and thighs in plain sight like that. It feels like he's been teasing for hours, and your panties are so drenched they're sticking to your folds, the dampness making them near translucent. "Sugu' please."

"Poor baby," Suguru simpers as he looks at you with mock-sympathetic eyes, a smirk growing on his lips. He traces a fingertip along your covered pussy, making you bite your lip and squirm in his grasp. "Already so sloppy and I haven't even touched you."

"I-" You don't even have enough time to defend yourself, your brain already in an ooey-gooey state from the anticipation that only gets thicker as you feel your panties get peeled off of you, the cold air against your wet sex making you shiver. "F-fuck."

"Mhmm." Suguru nods as he finally finally presses his mouth to your pussy, cold metal making contact with your clit for a brief moment, making you throw your hair back and tangle your hand in his hair.

It's so much immediately, his tongue is so thick and it's delving in-between your folds to lick and suck at you like you're a delicacy. Your slick is practically dripping between your thighs as he starts to trace his tongue around your hole teasingly, squeezing your thighs as a warning as you try to pivot your hips down to force his tongue where you want it.

"Don't be a brat," Suguru's smooth voice commands as he detaches himself, spit and slick shiny on his lips as he looks at you sternly. "Move again and I won't let you finish, sweet thing."

"Okay, 'm sorry." You whimper, forcing yourself to breathe and slow the beating in your chest that increased when he used that commanding voice on you, like he does in his cult meetings. So fucking hot. The words stick to you like syrup and you gulp. "I won't move again."

"Good girl." Suguru compliments, spanking your pussy with the palm of his hand making you jump before he's diving back in, this time the thick muscle of his tongue slipping into your hole and thrusting roughly making you screech as you arch off the table. Through murky sex-logged thoughts you briefly register murmuring outside the door, but Suguru slaps your thigh when he notices your mind wandering. "Let them hear. Pathetic men that could never have you, we're doing them a favour."

Fuck.

He's gliding his tongue through your folds again, wet and fiery and you genuinely sob as he reaches your clit, metal ball pressing against it just right as you feel delicious warmth spreading through your guts. He gently pulsates his tongue as you scramble to shove his face even further into your cunt, making him groan at your enthusiasm, the vibration of his own pleasure making you shiver as you realise you're closer than you thought.

"Fuck, Suguru 'm gonna-" You stutter, hips shaking and jolting as you falter in a rhythm, moaning loudly as he pulls your hips down to ride his face, his nose pressed up against you adding a pressure that drives you mad. "Oh shit, Suguru- I-"

"Go on, then." He says with a laugh, spitting onto your pussy as you start to hit your peak, moaning and sobbing and causing the men outside the room to pause their mumbling. "Beautiful when you come, let me see it."

You hit your peak as he sucks onto your clit, helping you ride through it as you scream his name, struggling to breathe as it seems to last forever, your juices flowing across his face shamelessly.

He pulls off with a satisfied grin.

"Thank you for your donation."

Nanami Kento - loves eating you out, always so gentle, wakes you up to it

You bearily open your eyes, body shuddering as you stretch and finally register what that feeling is that woke you up - your husbands breath against your bare cunt hot and heavy.

"Ken?" You mumble, voice sleep-ladened as you wake up, quickly whining out a moan as he sweetly kisses the bottom of your stomach before trailing them lower to where he wants to be. "Fuck baby, barely 'wake."

Soft lips are wrapping around your clit gently as they suck, his stubble from the couple of nights he's been away burning against you deliciously as he bobs his head up and down. He's always so gentle, handles you like you're the most precious thing in the world and it brings tears to your eyes as you let the pleasure wash over you, your husband running strong arms up your waist and torso, gently squeezing at the soft flesh.

His lips detach with a 'pop' as he kisses your clit sweetly, tongue trailing down your folds and gathering the wetness that's gathered there with a soft groan before he's dipping his tongue into you, making you moan as you shove your hands under the covers to grip at that sandy blonde hair.

It only takes a couple of moments of sloppy sucking and licking to have you coming undone under his tongue, crying out softly as your hips practically ride his face through your orgasm. You're too tired to do anything more than sigh, and you smile as you feel your husband kissing up your body, your thighs to your stomach to the valley between your breasts before his sleepy hair is peeking out of the covers and those hazel eyes are looking up at you adoringly before he gives you a gentle kiss.

"Good morning sweetheart," his gruff morning voice contradicts how mushy his statement is as he frames your body with strong arms, leaning down to kiss you on the lips, chaste and gentle before he deepens it, and you can feel his tip bumping against your folds. "May I?"

You laugh as he bumps his nose against yours, the morning rays from the sun soaked window feeling warm against your skin as you both make a mess of the lovely cotton sheets of your bed.

"You may."

Toji Fushiguro - nasty fucker, doesn't mind cleaning you up, loves when shiu watches but he's not interested in sharing (so he says)

"Can't fuckin' wait," Toji grumbles as he unbuckles his seatbelt, making you look at him questionably before you feel your own belt unbuckle.

"Toji, wha-?" You end up shrieking as he yanks you down the spacious leather seats of Shiu's car, making him tut in the front and say something like 'watch it, Zen'in'. Your skirt is yanked off quickly and your bare ass is sat on the leather so fast that it makes you dizzy. You flush as you feel yourself get wet despite the embarrassment as you make eye contact with a smirking Shiu in the rear view mirror.

"Toji," You hiss, but it's quickly replaced with a moan as he grabs your ankles in huge, strong calloused hands and his lips are mouthing over your clothes cunt, inhaling your scent and groaning as it makes him dizzy. "Are you insane? We're in the car with Sh-"

"Don't say his name." Toji grumbles, glaring at his friend as he laughs in the drivers seat. He flips him off before peeling your panties off with his teeth, groaning as he finally sees your pussy bare and glistening with want. Plump and ready for him. "So fuckin' pretty doll, gonna get a taste, 'kay?"

You don't get time to answer, because he's on you and it's intense. You're moaning like a bitch in heat, shameless as he devours you, the sounds in the car bouncing off metal framework driving you even more insane. You can hear the wet slurping noises he's making as he runs his tongue roughly up and down your folds, attaching his lips to your clit and that fucking scar is causing a rough friction that has you gushing with another hesitant moan as you watch Shiu through hooded eyes.

Toji notices you watching, and glares at Shiu, slapping your pussy and making you jolt before he's pulling away and flipping you over and knocking the breath out of you. You don't have time to regain it, though, before he's propping you on your knees and using his hands to spread you as he eats you from the back.

"F-fuck, Toji." You gape, panting into the interior of the car door as you slowly lose your mind to what your coworker is doing. The noises have only got worse from the position switch and you bite your lip to hold in your syrupy moans. "Slow- slow down, shit."

He slaps the plump flesh of your ass with a groan as he continues to eat you like a man possessed, his nose grinding against your clit as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you and causing slick to drip against the leather beneath the two of you.

You can't even concentrate, your mind lost in a haze of lust as you feel Toji's tongue fucking you impossibly deep, your spongy walls fluttering as you get hurled closer to your release with no mercy, your clit pulsing under his nose as you somehow get off with the ghost of a touch from it.

"Can feel ya, pretty girl. Come on my tongue, show Shiu how good I make ya feel, hm?" Toji says gruffly, throat scratchy from use as switches to rubbing two fingers against your clit quickly, two fingers from his other hand plunging into your wet cunt and curling up against your g-spot ruthlessly. You sob into your arms as your thighs start to shake, and Shiu curses from in front of you, his cigarette drags getting longer and longer.

That band in your tummy gets tighter and tighter, and you're babbling nonsense into your arm as Toji's forearm gets wetter and wetter, the sloshing noises filling the car making your cheeks turn pink.

"Fuckin' listen to her," Toji groans, and that's all it takes to have you creaming on his fingers, that band you felt snapping and you realise with wide eyes you're squirting all over him, what feels like gallons soaking him as he grunts his approval. "Fuck yeah, good girl."

You sob out, and you dazedly notice the rumbling from the car engine has stopped.

"Your one chance, Kong." Toji huffs as he strips himself off, dick already pressing against your quivering cunt making you choke out a moan. "Don't embarrass me."

"I'll upstage you, Zen'in." Shiu's rough voice muses as he opens the door, and you look up at him with drool on your chin. He grins, running his thumb along your chin to collect it. "I'll take what I can get."

Higuruma Hiromi - always desperate, loves when you ride his nose, doesn't believe in work and sex life being separate

"Fuck," Hiromi groans as you work your mouth up and down his length, breathing through your nose as you deep throat him down to the root before suckling gently as you lift back off with a pop. "You're perfect at that, honey."

You giggle as you wipe the come from your lips with your thumb, popping it into your mouth with a smile as your boss and husband runs a hand through his hair with a groan, eyes completely blown out. After such a long day in court, you'd tied your hair up and got on your knees as soon as you'd both stumbled into his office between heated kisses that you're both amazed no one witnessed.

"Pleasure being a service, sir." You playfully say, laughing as Hiromi lightly slaps your arm at the statement. "You're always so tense 'Romi. What kind of wife would I be if I let you walk around like that?"

Higuruma just stares at you, before he's scooping you up by the hips making you laugh breathlessly, moaning into his mouth as he places you on his desk and kisses you deeply, tongue tasting himself on you and groaning into your mouth. You get butterflies in your stomach as he runs a hand up your thigh, past your skirt and rubbing with pressure of your wet panties.

"Hiromi," You whisper into his mouth, gasping as he slips a finger into you, your panties shoved to the side. "Baby, what if someone hears?"

"Then they'll hear." He whispers, flushed cheeks darkening as he feels just how wet you are from sucking him off, how debauched you get when he wasn't even touching you. "Try to be quiet, though. Think you can do that honey?"

You bite your lip and nod, and then he's lowering himself to his knees as he buries himself between your thighs, making you gasp before you remember what he just said and you bite down on your own hand with a groan as he circles your clit.

He groans lowly into your pussy as you throb against his tongue, and you have to bite down ever harder to smother the whimper that fights to get out of you. It's so fucking hot seeing him on his knees, and at work no less. His suit all messy and rumpled as he palms himself despite just coming - he always gets so wound up eating you out and you feel yourself getting wetter at the thought.

Pausing from where he's sucking gently on your clit, fingers still working inside of you as you get the papers underneath you wet, he looks at you with hooded eyes.

"Think you can go again when we get home?"

You can't smother the moan in time and someone most definitely hears.

Choso Kamo - begs you to let him eat, borderline delirious bless him, wants you to tell him how good he's being

"Choso, baby, so good," You moan, hands tightening in his black hair as he whimpers into your pussy at the praise, tongue flicking faster as he tries to get you to that delicious peak. "Gonna make me come, Cho-"

"Mhm," He mumbles into your pussy deliriously as he gets desperate, hips rutting against the sheets as he feels your cum sliding against his tongue and covering his tastebuds with that sweet earthy taste of you. He whimpers, suckling on your clit as he feels your thighs give that telltale twitch of your impending orgasm.

"Stop, stop," You gasp, slapping his shoulder and shivering as he detaches immediately, wiping his wet mouth with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asks, full of concern that's just too cute, and you laugh, cupping his chin as you kiss him, before you turn the two of you, straddling him as you shove his chest down so that his back hits the soft sheets beneath him. He looks up at you with flushed cheeks and wide eyes and you grin back.

"Wanna ride your pretty face." You say, and you laugh as he pulls your hips up immediately, reattaching himself with a newfound vigour, making you laugh mid-moan. "Fuck, always so enthusiastic babe."

He nods, rocking your hips with his strong hands and helping you to ride his face the way he knows you like, his nose bumping against your clit, and you look down and notice that your slick is covering his mark making it glossy.

"Fuck. C-coming." You whine, hips faltering and you just let him guide you through it, tongue thrusting inside you as you cream on his face, syrupy come covering his lips and chin as he rides you through it, whining as his hips thrust up into nothing. "Holy shit."

You shakily raise your hips up and off of him, biting your lip as the cool air of the bedroom hits your wet and hot cunt. You look at him and swear gently at the fucked-out look he has on his face, accompanied by the damp spot on his pants.

"Round two?" You pant, and laugh as he spins you onto your back.

Ijichi Kiyotaka - likes you to talk him through it, wants nothing more to please you, skills don't match his shy attitude

"Like that?" Ijichi mumbles, spit strings stuck to his lips as he looks up from where he's kneeling on the floor, fully clothed as you stand above him.

"Mhm, just like that sweetheart." You say softly, biting your lip as he flushes and goes back to flicking his tongue against your clit with just enough pressure. He's always so good when he's following your lead, and you grip his black hair gently, scratching his scalp and smiling as he makes soft noises into your pussy. "You're getting so good at this, honey."

Ijichi nods, doubling his efforts and occasionally sucking on your clit gently, before pulling off to blow on it with cold air that feels heavenly, adding to that delicious tightening of your core.

"Kiyo," You croon, cupping his chin as he looks up at you with soft eyes, spaced out and already so entranced when it's barely been fifteen minutes. "Touch yourself, baby. Let's come together, 'kay?"

He moans, and then he's back to sucking, one hand slipping two fingers into your tight heat whilst the other tugs furiously at his own dribbling cock. He looked close to coming untouched, you couldn't let him go unsatisfied like that. You aren't cruel.

"I'm close, Kiyo, gonna come on your face." You moan, shoving his face deeper, sighing as the pressure is just right. Eyes screwing closed as you pant out little whines. "Fuck, fuck, just like that."

Ijichi sobs into you as he comes into his hand, ropes of white painting his own abdomen and hitting your thigh, the feeling of knowing he's enjoyed it that much is what sends you over the edge, shaking into his mouth as you cry out gently. He sucks you through it, never one to waste a drop. You tap his cheek to let him know you've reached that level of oversensitivity and he kisses you chastely on your navel before he stands up and presses desperate kisses to your lips.

You moan at the taste of yourself, and you're cupping his cheeks as you pull him in for deeper kisses, slipping your tongue into his mouth and smiling with open lips as he moans.

His hair is mussed up and his glasses are all crooked and he just looks so cute when you lead him to the bed, pushing him down gently onto the cotton sheets with a small thud.

"You ever been ridden before, Kiyo?" You ask innocently, running a hand down his stomach and watching the way his dick twitches at the touch.

"N-no," He stutters, before moaning as you straddle his thighs.

"Well, it starts like this..."