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he's got you pinned, folded in half, your knees pushed up to your chest.
the weight of him presses down on you, crushing you into the mattress, and every thrust drives his cock so deep you swear you can feel it in your throat.
"look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "look at my sweet fucking princess."
your eyes are blurred with tears.
you can barely see him—just the dark outline of his shoulders, his sweat-slicked chest and the way his abs flex with every brutal snap of his hips.
your nails dig into his biceps, trying to hold on, trying to ground yourself as you sob.
"k-kuna mnghh—h-hurts—"
"i know," he says, and he sounds almost tender, like he isn't currently destroying your insides. "i know, baby. but you're taking it—fuuck—so good. such a good fuckin' girl."
you sob, whining as your cunt clenches around him, fluttering and sucking him deeper. he groans, a low rasp as his hips stutter for just a second.
he presses his palm against your lower belly. right where the bulge of him is pushing against your skin.
you can feel it—the thick ridge of his cock, outlined beneath your flesh, a visible proof of how fucking deep he is. he presses down, hard. ow!
you almost scream.
"there it is," he breathes, his eyes fixed on your stomach. "fucking look at that, sweets. i can see myself inside you."
you look down through your tears. you can see it too—the shape of him, pressing against your belly from the inside and moving with his thrusts.
the sight makes you clench even tighter around him. you cry harder, ugly sobs tearing out of you as he fucks into you wirh this relentless and unyielding pace.
"mmm, that's it." he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "that's my good girl. crying so pretty for me."
you cling to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder. you're soaking his skin with your tears and snot, but he doesn't seem to care.
he just keeps fucking you, keeps pressing down on that bulge and keeps whispering into your ear.
"gonna fill you up," he says, his pace picking up. "gonna pump this pretty little cunt full of my cum. you want that, don't you baby?"
"y-yes—h-haahhh—yes, please—"
"please what?"
"please fill me up—please cum inside me—i need—hahhhhhh—"
he brokenly groans, and his hips lose their rhythm. he drives into you one last time, so deep that you feel it—the hot flood of his thick cum filling you up, spilling out around where he's buried inside you.
"fuck," he gasps. "fuck, princess. look at you. you love taking all of it, don't you?"
you're still crying, your body shaking with aftershocks, your cunt clenching around him, milking every last drop of his cum.
he stays inside you, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard. he grins against your nose.
"so pretty when you cry," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to your wet cheek.
at his words you let out a soft whine, pouting as you try to turn away from his huge body.
"tch, c'mon sweets..." he grunts, a huff escaping his lips. "i'll buy you strawberry milk, okay?"
you jerk up, suddenly suspiciously attentive.
he grumbles, rolling his eyes. "fucking hell. what is it with girls and strawberry milk..?"
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pussy drunk choso loves to compliment you . ݁ ۶ৎ .
pussy drunk choso who gets so overwhelmed by how good he feels that he starts complimenting you for things unrelating to sex. mumbling to you about how cute you looked last week when you went out for lunch, how your bright smile and chirpy hello makes his heart skip a beat.
"you're so pretty," he whines, "always look at me so sweetly, beautiful."
his harsh and desperate thrusts in complete contrast to the whingey way he’s showering you in compliments, his words slurring together as he gets closer and closer to finishing. he's only ever quieting down when his lips kiss at the skin of your neck and cheeks, anywhere he can reach.
teeth grazing your throat as he pants. "laugh so angelic– hng– like music. i love it, love it– hnn– i love you."
eyes so fucked out and glassy when he pulls back to look at you, he's almost cumming at the eye contact, pathetic whimpers tumbling from his chest as he begins telling you how pretty your eyes are. "lovely– one look at me with your lovely eyes and i'm hard."
his dazed brain spitting out anything and everything he thinks of, remembering how sweet you looked when you had helped him make the bed. "and you're so helpful– hnn– leaning over the bed to tug on the sheets. even though i said i'd do it– hff—"
so attracted to everything about you that when he’s fucking you sloppily, he can’t help but spit out all the things he thinks during the day. small noises getting caught in his throat, he forces them down so that he can continue to shower you in praise.
"always so– hng– so sweet for me," huffing out a whine. "perfect and pretty and nice. could do nothing at all and still make my head spin."
cock twitching inside you as your pussy clenches down on him, feeling overwhelmed yourself at how obsessed with you he seems to be. he never lets you forget and he’s even worse when drunk on the feel of your plush cunt greedily sucking him in.
pussy drunk choso loves telling you all about how beautiful you are to him.
toji has a love hate relationship with your stockings, salivating over how good you look in them. loving how they hug you, especially when he gets to undress you, seeing your underwear through them. he likes how when he grinds against you, you get even more frustrated than usual. what he can’t fucking stand is how they get in his way, especially when they drive him so feral.
this time isn’t any different, he can’t take it when you look that good, wearing a nice dress with dark stockings under. all wrapped up and ready to be opened, it’s hardly fair that it takes forever to take the damn things off. not able to push them to the side like he can with your panties.
practically growling as he tugs your dress off in the kitchen, barely making it past the front entrance before he’d pounced on you. you can’t blame him though; he was forced to watch you look this good all night and do nothing about it.
lips leaving kisses all over your neck from behind, biting into your delicate skin. his pelvis pressed flush to your behind, cock aching in his pants as he ruts against you. hands groping at your tits greedily, playing with your nipples just to make you shudder.
only working himself up that much more, especially when he pulls back to look down and see your lower half covered in those damn stockings he’d been thinking about for hours. trailing his palms down, down, down, caressing all over, pulling and gripping at the fat of your hips and ass.
he’s losing it, frustrated at just the thought of having to pause long enough to pull your stockings off without ripping them. you can feel him pull at the fabric of them and you’re opening your mouth to warn him, “toji, do not—”
the sound of tearing cutting off your words, you can’t prove it but you feel like he did that on purpose. “my bad, doll,” his hands are slipping in through the hole he’s made, focusing on sneaking a hand into your panties, “what were you saying?”
your knees buckle as his fingers dance over your clit, hands gripping onto the counter in front of you for stability, “i was– haah– trying to tell you not to– hnn– rip them.”
“bit late then,” he chuckles low, hand on your upper back guiding you until your chest is pressing into the counter. he’s wolf whistling at how you’re arching your back for him, removing his fingers from your clit so he can shove them inside your soft cunt.
whining at him, “toji~”
“they were in the fuckin way, doll,” he defends, like it makes his actions more reasonable, “just stay like this and take it, hm? i promise it’ll feel so good.”
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geto overstimulating you to the point of tears, cooing gently at the way your eyes flutter up at him. facing him and sitting pretty in his lap, taking his whole cock while his thumb swirls cruelly around your sensitive clit. a sly smile dancing so enticingly on his lips at how you twitch and clench around him, his brows pulling together when you get even wetter.
pussy drooling all over his dick with your previous orgasms and fresh slick, cunt still so greedy that you can’t help but rock back and forth in his lap. it’s a wonder that he hasn’t already cum or started fucking you, only torturously playing with you like this.
your begs falling on deaf ears, “p–please, sugu– hah– it’s too much!”
“if it’s too much why are you– oh fuck– why are you grinding into me so desperately, hmm?” words bitten back; his head dizzy with the snug fit of your pussy wrapped so deliciously around him.
pouting pathetically at him, “c–can’t help it.”
he pouts back at you, mocking the expression you’re wearing, “i know you can’t.” thumb still rubbing into your oversensitive clit. “cunt so greedy you can’t help but want to fuck yourself onto me.”
words so mean and maybe he should feel bad about being so unkind but when you’re throbbing around him and creaming at the base of his cock, he can’t help but forget about the fleeting thought. clearly you like it when he’s this mean to you, trying to rut down into him again but stopped by his large hand on your hip.
“cum again and i’ll fuck you,” he offers.
bleary eyes blinking up at him, “promise?”
he smiles politely back at you, “sure.”
you nod at him and his movements on your poor clit speed up again, driving you to borderline insanity. chest stuttering with struggled breaths, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders. your eyes glaze over at the sight of him, bare chest covered in all the little love bites you’d left behind in your earlier frenzied need.
he’s filling you so well, stretched to the limit to take him, fucked open on him so lewdly. little pool of your slick sitting at the base of him, smeared on the dark tufts of hair there. a single sharp and practiced thrust upwards into your g-spot has your dizzy head seeing stars. small and whined cry leaving you at the way he’s suddenly forced you into yet another orgasm.
your nails are digging into his skin and leaving bright marks in their wake, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you struggle to breathe. cumming around him so hard that you think you’ve died, a sentiment that suguru shares. he doesn’t think you’ve realised in your bliss but you’ve gripped him so hard it’s shocked him into his own premature orgasm.
geto's hands grope at your thighs, hips stuttering up into your tight heat, seeking out more of the feeling. wanting more, more, more of you, not satisfied even though he’s just dumped a large amount of his seed inside your sinful walls.
suddenly your world is spinning, suguru has pushed you onto your back, him following behind without ever leaving your pussy. “okay– ngh– i’ll fuck you now.” his eyes are drunk and ravenous as he looks at you.
in your cockdrunk stupor you’re not sure of much but you are sure that a long night is ahead of you…
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ѕυммαяу： ♡ after getting asked on a date, you're feeling insecure over your inexperience regarding kissing someone. telling your bestfriend geto about your concerns results in an offer from him you didn't expect
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The state of your mind is currently a mess, feeling overwhelmed and staring off into space as you think about how a guy asked you on a date earlier today. You'd turned him down but only because you have a particular hang up you can't get over, hence the feeling overwhelmed. You’ve never gone out on a date before and you feel like you’re missing out, so you definitely would’ve said yes if you weren’t so unsure of yourself.
Geto's hand waves in front of your face, breaking you from your trance, "Are you even listening to me?"
Has he been talking? Damn, you really spaced out, "Would you believe me if I said yes?"
"Not even a little bit." His gaze unamused.
You look away from him and to the poster behind his head on the wall, feeling sheepish. "Then no... sorry."
Frown deepening on his features, legs uncrossing and scooting closer to the edge of his bed. "What are you thinking about so hard?"
"Not telling," you answer, spinning around in his office chair so that you’re facing away from him.
His desk is neat, everything organised and probably put exactly where it should be. Beside his monitor sits a little black cat figurine, one you had bought him not too long ago because it reminded you of him. Seeing it displayed makes you smile; he must like it.
Geto’s voice cuts through your small reverie, "So, you're not only going to ignore me, you're also not going to tell me what's wrong?"
Not even glancing back, you hum at him, "That would be a correct assessment... yes."
"Have I told you that you're annoying yet today?" He exasperates.
Shrugging, "I don't think so?"
"Oh? In that case, you're annoying."
"You're so mean to me; this is why I don't want to tell you what's wrong." You’re being dramatic but so is he.
A sigh leaves him, "If I promise to be nice, will you tell me what's wrong?"
Your head flops back onto the headrest, jabbing at him jokingly, "I don't know if you're capable of kindness, Suguru."
"Now who's being mean? I'm nice all the time."
"Maybe to strangers..." You mumble out.
There’s no reply from him and for a second you think he’s going to leave the issue alone… that is until you’re suddenly spinning. His footsteps are always so light, you didn’t even hear him come up behind you. You’re facing him now, his hands holding himself up by the arm rests of his office chair. He’d spun you around just to lean down into your space and pointedly look at you.
Geto squints. “I’m nice to you all the time.”
“I don’t think this constitutes as ‘nice’.”
He groans your name, “Come on, you always talk to me when something’s wrong.”
“Maybe this is awkward for me to talk to you about,” you pout back at him.
His tongue clicks in realisation, “So, it’s about your love life?”
The immediate and correct guess stumps you, causing you to sputter out, “What!? You have no way of—”
“—You never talk to me about your dates, and you also got defensive so I’m guessing I’m right.” His gaze is even, unconcerned.
You huff at him and echo his earlier question, “Have I told you that you’re annoying yet today?”
“Yes, earlier when you almost fell over and I smiled,” he reminds.
Your response is a grimace and a matter-of-fact tone when saying, “I don’t tell you about my dates because I don’t go on them.”
“Ever?” Geto’s eyes widen slightly, clearly surprised by your confession.
Cementing back, “Ever.”
“People have definitely asked you out though.”
“Yeah, but not that often because they always think we’re together.” Glaring at him.
His hand reaches for your face and squishes your cheeks between his fingers. “Don’t look at me like that, that’s not my fault.”
Your voice comes out all mumbled and difficult to understand, “It so is.” He rolls his eyes at you, and you slap his hand away. “Stop squishing my face!”
Letting go, he sighs and takes a step back, sitting on the edge of the bed again. “Something about your love life is bothering you.”
Crossing your arms over your chest and looking to the side, you complain, “You’re so nosy.”
“Am not.”
What a liar, he’s always in your business. Though, now that you’re thinking about it, you don’t think he’s usually in other people’s business this bad. He does like hearing about the gossip you collect though, always ready to hear it while acting as though he doesn’t care.
There’s no reply you can think to give, so you give him the silent treatment. Still looking away from him and silently pouting, you can feel his eyes watching you, waiting for you to break. It’s a frequent game you start that he finishes, silently ignoring him while he watches and waits until you can’t take it anymore and tell him what’s on your mind.
A few more moments pass by and you already feel ready to give in, you hate how much more effective his silence is. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, your gazes meet and you feel yourself folding all at once.
Large and exasperated groan leaving you as your shoulders slump back into the chair, “Fine!”
He perks up at your concession, a self-satisfied look on his face that irks you.
You’re looking at him properly to say, “I was asked on a date earlier today.”
The expression on his face changes to one of annoyance, like he’s not happy to hear that. “Who?”
“Some guy, you don’t know him,” you wave off, not really understanding why it matters to him.
Geto prods for more information, “…And what did you say?”
“…I said no.”
“Oh?” His reaction is indecipherable to you, “Why?”
This question is exactly why you didn’t want to talk about this. “I don’t know…” You’re lying, trying to avoid talking about this in more depth.
“Did you like him?”
“I didn’t not like him,” you shrug, “I would’ve liked to go out with him at least once but…”
“But…” He pushes.
“I don’t know, Suguru,” you scowl at your own reasoning, “I’ve never been on a proper date before, I don’t know what to expect or what’s expected of me. What if he wanted to kiss me or something?”
He’s quiet for a long moment, making you antsy while you wait for him to talk, “…Would you want to kiss him back?”
“Maybe?”
“I don’t think I’m understanding the issue.” His brows are pinched with his confusion.
You’re exhausted with him, like you aren’t the one being purposefully cryptic. “Am I gonna have to spell it out for you?”
“Yes.”
“Ugh!” You kick your legs in a mini tantrum, “I’ve never properly kissed someone… it’s always been like… a peck, I don’t know? But what if he expected more of me?”
You can see the way he’s actively fighting against the smile threatening to break out on his face. “Is that—” he bites down an amused sound, “Is that why you always say no to dates?”
“I don’t like you very much right now.” You were already feeling silly and embarrassed and his clear joy from this is not helping that.
He pouts at you mockingly, “Don’t be like that, I can help.”
“How could you possibly help me with this?”
A smile comfortable on his face when he states, “I could teach you.”
“You want to teach me how to kiss?” You scrutinise him, “Have you gone insane?”
“You’re the one all hung up on this and I’m offering to help you,” he puts his hands up, “But if you’d rather be a dateless loser for the rest of your life—”
“—Hey!” You point at him, “Uncalled for… and rude!”
A very signature and very annoying, polite smile sits on his pretty features. Unbothered by your outburst at his very clear bait. He simply raises his arm and grabs the hand you had pointed at him, tugging you from the chair and into him on the bed. You’re taken aback by his bold move, so close to him so quickly. Falling into his lap less than gracefully, his other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady as you sit sideways between his legs.
You stutter out at him, “Wha– what are you doing?”
Letting go of your hand; he reaches for your face. His thumb stroking softly against your cheekbone. “Do you want my help or not?”
“What you’re basically asking me is if I want to kiss you,” you correct… because that is what he’s asking right now.
Geto’s head drops back slightly as he fights the urge to roll his eyes at you dramatically, hand resting on your outer thigh now. “Don’t be so pedantic. You have a problem and I’m offering to help fix it.”
A sound of disapproval slips from you at his wording, “I know the theory behind kissing someone, Suguru. What you’re offering is making out with me.”
“So?”
Your expression is dumbfounded, you know he’s not this dense. “You want to stick your tongue in my mouth and then go back to the usual?”
He leans in again, dodging your question with his own, “Do you want me to stick my tongue in your mouth?”
“Geto—”
“—Ouch—”
“—Shut up.” You cut him off, “If! We did this and I do mean if. Would you be able to look at me the same?”
“The same as I always have? Sure.” There’s no hesitation from him.
He seems so sure, like he’s not worried about what this might mean for your friendship at all. The easy-going look on his face is both pissing you off and relaxing you, emotions he’s always been able to pull from you.
His hand is large on your thigh and the way it makes you feel is not how you should feel for him. Mumbling out a small, “You’re annoying.”
An amused breath leaves him, “You’ve already told me that today.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” You look up at him through your lashes.
“That’s kind of the point of this.”
“Right…” You can’t help but find yourself feeling nervous, embarrassed that you won’t be good enough. For some reason… you really want him to think you’re a good kisser.
He must take your silence as rejection because his tone is gentle when he says, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I know, I just…” You frown while looking at him, trying to figure out exactly what steps to take next. “I don’t know what to do now…” Geto’s face relaxes and a smile replaces his concern causing you to chastise him, “Don’t smile, it’s not funny!”
“No,” he agrees, “But it is a little cute.”
“Whatever, can we just kiss now?”
“Desperate?” He asks teasingly.
You deny it, “I just want you to stop talking.”
“Sure.” It’s all dragged out and has a teasing lilt to it. Damn him and his need to have the last word. You don’t reply to that and instead try to shuffle off him, thinking sitting like this would be awkward. His hold becomes firmer on you, “What are you doing?”
You’re confused. “Isn’t this position weird?”
“Makes it easier,” is all he says in reply.
Being sat between his spread legs, your own draping over one of them while he holds you doesn’t seem ideal. To you, this couldn’t be a more awkward position to be in for this. Instead of telling him that though, you settle back. “Alright…”
When you look back up at him properly, he’s already looking at you. There’s a funny feeling that runs through you at the look in his eyes. The hand on your thigh moves to your face again, cradling you as he leans in. Murmuring a soft, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”
Just as he’s about to move all the way in, your hand covers his mouth. “Wait.” You stop him, your nerves getting the better of you. “What if… what if you don’t like kissing me?” He looks a little frustrated, so you pull your hand away, giving him a chance to speak.
“Do you want me to like kissing you?”
You feel flustered by his question, “Why do you always answer my questions with a question?”
“Because your questions are interesting…” he pauses, “…And also, I like teasing you.”
“If you answer my question, I’ll answer yours.”
“Fine,” he indulges you, “I’m not gonna dislike kissing you so your question is dumb.”
“But you can’t know—”
He tuts you, interrupting what you were saying, “—You gotta answer my question now.”
You groan at him, “Well… yeah.”
“‘Yeah’ what?”
He’s such a smug bastard. “Yeah! Yeah, I want you to like kissing me, Suguru.”
You’re huffy but he seems so pleased by your response. A serene and happy look on his face despite the tone you used. You find yourself waiting for him to say something more, something to tease you further but he doesn’t. He simply leans in again, taking you by surprise when his lips are softly pressing to yours. It’s short and sweet, more akin to a peck than anything else. Continuing to plant gentle kisses to your lips until you return them and then he lets them linger.
The feelings that run through you have you all tingly and hot, kissing your best friend for practice probably shouldn’t feel this good… right? You still don’t know what you’re doing though, more just letting him kiss you than anything. When you part again, you murmur, “Suguru, I still don’t know what I’m meant to be doing.”
“Just follow my lead.” His eyes stay on your lips, now shiny from the shared kisses. “That’s all you gotta do.”
“But—”
His eyes roll when you go to argue more. “—Stop thinking so hard about it and let me kiss you.”
You can’t help but squirm slightly at that. “Okay.”
Satisfaction rolls off him in waves but thankfully for you he doesn’t comment any further, choosing to kiss you again. Instinctually, your hand reaches for his chest and grips onto his shirt, you need something to ground you.
Geto is taking this slow, he’s trying his best to be patient to savour this moment with you. He doesn’t want to push you too far too soon and have you stop whatever this is. If he were more sure of himself and where he stands with you, he’d have just asked you out like a sane person but he’s not sure and he didn’t want to pass on this opportunity.
He can feel this becoming something he covets, your soft lips on his, uncertain in your movements but so ready to be kissed by him. His heart pulls with a kind of possessiveness that’s not completely unfamiliar to him regarding you. The desire to not want anyone else to ever have this side of you overwhelming him.
It’s addictive, his kisses, his hold on you… him. You can feel yourself falling into him more, the longer you do this dance. You want more, you want him to kiss you more, but you have no idea how to ask for that. Following his lead is good, it’s helpful but it’s starting to feel like he’s depriving you.
Pulling back, you force yourself to voice, “I want more…”
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” He sounds strained.
“You said you would teach me,” you remind. “So, teach me.”
His thumb presses into your jaw, “Open your mouth more then.”
Doing as he asks; he angles you just slightly before pressing his mouth to yours. The kiss fuller, his tongue licking into your mouth. It has a shiver running down your spine, the sensation new and mind numbing. It’s messier than before and so much more dizzying, you can’t even really keep up with his movements. Just letting him kiss you to his hearts content, feeling yourself getting drunk on his lips in the process.
You can’t even be sure if you’re doing this right, but it doesn’t really feel like it matters, not when you’re this lost in it. Lips gliding against his, a small involuntary sound pulling from your chest at how he grips you tighter. Feeling like he gets impossibly closer, his kisses growing desperate the moment you whine into him.
Geto’s restraint is wearing thin, his desire for you growing tenfold at how you moan for him. He wants to touch you so much more, to put his hands on every part of you. The fear of ruining this moment keeps his hands planted firmly to your hip and cheek though and it’s killing him to not touch you more, more, more.
When you tentatively lick against his tongue he almost all but folds in that single moment, he feels so pathetically weak for you. So unsure of yourself and still trying to kiss him just as deeply as he is you. A guttural groan leaves him, a sound he’d be almost ashamed of if he didn’t notice the way you squirm at it.
You pull back from him, and he can’t help but chase your lips, he doesn’t want to stop. An amused breath leaves you. “Hold on.”
He doesn’t understand what you need a moment for until you’re pulling his hands from you and moving to straddle him. Your thighs resting beside him, he feels dizzy with need. The need to touch you, to undress you. To have you naked and straddling his lap just like this could make his whole year. His hands are on your hips, tugging you up his lap just slightly further, encouraging.
Going to sit on him, you notice his erection and gasp. Heat rising to your face, suddenly so conscious of how heated this exchange has gotten. “Maybe we should stop…”
It’s almost like it hurts him to hear those words. “Do you want to stop?”
You wish you weren’t so certain, so quick to immediately know that. “… No, I don’t.”
“That’s good…” he smiles, “Cause I’m not done teaching yet.”
And then you’re kissing again, wet and sloppy. He’s holding back less, depraved in how he sucks your tongue into his mouth, bolder now. Revelling in every twitch you make against him, every mumbled whine you let out.
Mindlessly, your hips lightly roll downwards, and his resulting grip holds you so still against him. A debauched moan leaving him at your unexpected movements, parting his mouth from yours with it. Geto’s head tucks into your chest, controlling his breathing, like he might snap at any moment.
You feel a little frantic, like you might’ve hurt him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“—Don’t– fuck– don’t apologise.” He can feel how warm you are through your pants and it’s making him feel feral.
Your fingers run through his hair, to comfort him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” He huffs an unamused sound. “The only thing hurting me is how badly I wanna stuff you full.”
“Sugu—”
“—I know you can feel just how hard I am.” He pulls his head back to look at you, eyes blown wide and dark. “I’m practically aching for you.”
Your heart stutters in your chest. “Suguru… are you some kind of closeted perv?”
The question makes him laugh. “Wanna find out?”
“You were only supposed to teach me how to kiss…”
“Mhm, and you’re doing great.” His nose traces along your neck, inhaling you. “I still have so much more knowledge to give though.”
“Don’t be so– hah!” He licks at your skin before latching his mouth to the side of your throat, the pressure making you fidget in his lap. You feel so sensitive, so much more than what you thought you would.
When Geto pulls back from the mark he’s made, he blows softly on it, enjoying the way you shudder on top of him. “‘Don’t be so’ what?”
That’s right, you were going to say something. He looks really nice right now though… eyes lidded and cheeks just slightly pink, lips slick. What were you going to say to him? His grin only grows, taking satisfaction in your glazed eyes and struggle to think. Averting your gaze, you try to remember what you wanted to say. The break in eye contact is short lived since he grabs your chin and pulls you back.
“Come on, pretty, what were you gonna say?”
The effect he’s having on you is becoming too much. “I was gonna tell you to not be so depraved!”
“Hmm…” His head quirks at you. “You seem to like it though?”
How presumptuous of him, “You can’t know that!”
“You know… the human body is really interesting, for example…” He looks down to where you’re sitting over his prominent erection. “You’re so incredibly hot against me that I feel like I’m going insane.” Smiling back up at you evilly. “Just how wet are you?”
The possibility of fainting is very real all of a sudden, his question has you hot everywhere. “I jus– I just told you to not be so depraved.”
“Yeah, and I ignored you,” he deadpans, ignoring your indignant sounds. “Do you want me to stop?”
Again, you hate how badly you don’t want to stop. Right now, you think you’d let him do just about whatever he wanted to you. “Promise not to tease me later?”
“You know I can’t promise that.”
You pout back at him, “Then I’m not gonna say what I was thinking.”
His curiosity is sufficiently piqued. “Fine, I promise to try not to tease you later.”
“That’s not good enough.”
He tries again. “I promise.” You both stay looking at one another for a moment before he adds, “That’s as good as you’re getting.” And you know it to be true.
How to say this without embarrassing yourself. “You can… you can touch me… however you want, Suguru…”
He feels like he’s gone into shock. “What?”
“Did you not hear me?”
“No… I heard you.” He can’t help the way his cock jumps in excitement. “I’m just double checking I heard you right.” He leans in to taunt, “You’re gonna let me touch you however I want?”
“You said you had more knowledge to share.” It’s a dangerous game that you’re both playing.
He breathes out, “And if I wanna touch you in a depraved manner?”
So certain in yourself when you reply, “I want to be touched in a depraved manner… by you.”
Ah, so you’re trying to kill him, is the conclusion that Geto has come to. A breathless laugh leaves him, “For practice?”
“Sure,” you give him the answer you think he wants, in reality you just desperately want to be touched by him. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life and it’s all his fault.
An entertained sound leaves him, “Hah– Don’t know if I believe your answer there…” His hands are on your hips, slowly dragging you over his dick. Biting his lip at the feeling, cock jumping when your breath stutters.
“Wait– wait,” your hands hold onto his and he stops moving you. Realising now that he might’ve gotten carried away, that he should’ve double checked again.
When you get off his lap and onto shaky legs Geto feels his heart drop, only for it to suddenly pick up speed when you’re shuffling your pants down and off. Crawling back onto him in your panties, he—shamefully—has to put so much focus into keeping calm, so worked up he could cum from this alone.
“Yeah…” you murmur back at him, placing yourself right over his erection again. Gasping at how hard he is, at how much more you can feel even through the layers left on, “I lied just now.”
He wants to ask more; he wants to know what you lied about but if he thought you were hot before then he’s melting now. You’re sitting on his dick in the cutest little panties, already so drenched from making out with him that the affection he feels for you fills up his chest. He’s way too distracted right now to ask what he wants.
“Be honest.” It feels like a chore to rip his gaze away from your pussy. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Geto’s eyes are all glassy and blown, cheeks flushed as he implores you, like he’s worried you’re legitimately trying to kill him. He’s making you feel shy. “It’s your fault I’m acting like this.”
That has him feeling a little prideful. “Is that so?”
“Mhm,” you confirm.
“In that case.” He’s slowly dragging your heated core over his erection again. “Should I fix it?”
You nod your head at him. “…Yeah”
The shivers that run through you make you gasp, the drag over Geto’s dick feeling so much better without your pants on. And yet you can’t help but feel so greedy, a kind of need in your bones that you’ve not experienced before.
He takes his hands away from your hips and you stop moving, whining pathetically at him, “Why—”
“—Keep doing it yourself,” he encourages.
“But—”
“Just do it how it feels good, use me for a bit,” he grins, “I wanna watch you pleasure yourself on me.”
“You really are a perv,” you mutter back at him.
His retort is quick, “Say that to me when your pussy’s not drooling all over my pants.”
Your cunt jumps at his words. “Are you gonna be this crude the whole time?”
“I can be worse if you want?”
“I can’t stand you.”
“We both know that’s not true.” He looks pointedly down to where your cunt is pulsing hot against him. “Now do us both a favour and move,” he hisses out through clenched teeth, apparently nearing his limit.
“You’re so bossy.” You frown. “I’ve never…” You’re at a loss for how to phrase it.
“Dry humped someone before?” He finishes for you. “Though, with how wet you are—”
“Shh!” You cover his mouth with your palm. “Stop… talking about how wet I am.”
He pulls your hand away. “You know, I’m not surprised you’ve never—”
“—You don’t have to say it again,” you cut him off.
He rolls his eyes. “You hadn’t even made out with someone; I’m just saying that I didn’t ask you to use me without knowing.” He holds the side of your face gently, “Stop worrying about it so much, I know already… that you’re a huge virgin.”
His gentle touch greatly contrasts his teasing words. He’s so evil to you. “This is why I say you’re not nice.”
“Do you want me to be nice? To tell you how pretty you are and how good of a job you’re doing?” The reaction you have is almost visceral, skin heating and looking away from him. Even more embarrassed when he chuckles at you. “Got a bit of a praise kink, hmm?”
“You’re making this difficult for me.”
“You should’ve just done what I asked then.” He shrugs easily.
If you thought holding out would punish him more than you, then maybe you’d just get off him and go home to get yourself off, but you want him to make you feel good. So instead, you’ll just give in and hope he shows you mercy. Though, by how this is going, he doesn’t seem to be the type.
Experimentally, you roll your hips down into Geto and he huffs out a breath like he wasn’t expecting it. Your hands move to his shoulders for purchase, using the leverage you have there to grind down into him harder.
He holds onto your waist. Not moving you, just resting his hands there. “Oh fuck– no– hah– no warning?”
You shake your head at him, brows pinched as you focus on seeking your own pleasure. “You– hnn– wanted me to– hah– to do as you asked.”
His head falls back slightly at the pleasure, a lazy smile on his face. “That’s true.”
The longer you do this, the slicker his pants get, you’re so unbelievably wet that it’s coating the material obscenely. Geto is in awe of it, eyes fixed on where you’re rutting down into him. Busy marvelling at the damp spot on his pants, at how drenched your panties are. So soaked that they’re practically a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination with how it’s sticking to you.
He holds you still suddenly and the whine you let out is endearing. “Wait for a second,” he huffs.
Moving his hands to his belt to undo it, shuffling his pants down his legs. You lean up on your knees for a moment for him to drop them to his feet but before you can sit back down, his hand is holding you there. He runs the fingers of his other hand through your covered folds, a groan coming from the back of Geto’s throat.
“Seriously, you’re so fucking wet,” he reminds you.
“Sorry…”
He almost chokes, “‘Sorry?’” His fingers draw up to your clit, pressing into it. “Don’t be fucking sorry… I’m nearly salivating because of how drenched you are.”
That catches you off guard. “Sugu—”
He doesn’t let you speak. “—This wet because of me? It’s my fault you said?”
You bite your lip, his fingers circling your clit deliciously. “Mhm.”
His eyes brighten. “Perfect. Aren’t you just perfect for me?”
Your legs start shaking and he lets you drop back to his lap, one less layer between the two of you now. He’s so warm and hard and if you weren’t straddling him, you’d be clenching your thighs together for relief.
“You are doing such a good job for me,” he whispers low against your ear, “Having the most perfect reactions.”
You whine at his praise. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Yeah.” He licks against your ear. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
His size is honestly daunting, large and thick as you sit on it, throbbing underneath you. “Suguru?”
He noses at your cheekbone. “Mmm?”
“I’m worried…”
“About?”
“What if you don’t fit…” you look down to his lap, “I just mean, you feel…big.”
“I don’t have to put it in you,” he comforts but he can’t help the way he twitches at your genuine concern over taking him.
“But you want to?”
“What sort of a question is that?” He holds you down while he grinds up into you. “Does it feel like I want to?”
“I was jus– ah!– I was just checking,” you sulk back.
Your mind melts, getting away from you. He’s rutting up into you in a way that has you shaking and your breaths stuttering. On edge for so long while sat in his lap, you want to meet his grind. You want to move your hips into him, but his grip is firm and steady.
It’s honestly a little pitiful how quickly he’s building you up, your insides clenching with the pleasure. The drag back and forth on his clothed cock driving you slowly to insanity. His boxers almost as ruined as your panties, your slick coating his covered dick. The glide much smoother than what you’d expect. It’s like you can feel him throbbing for you and it makes you want to fully take him even more.
Your own thoughts riling you up, the idea of him sitting so heavily inside you makes you huff out a whine. A sound that Geto relishes in, in fact, he’s relishing in all of this. You’re so malleable to his will, he thinks in this state, you’d let him do whatever he pleases. The thought alone nearly has his eyes rolling.
He needs you to cum like this, he needs to see it. How you shake and writhe on top of him, the expression you make. He wants to make you cum in so many different ways, just to see how your expressions might differ each time.
It’s relentless, how he humps up into you, how he pulls you down into him. Your clit catching on the tip of his dick making you jump each time, shocks of pleasure running through you. You never thought something like this would feel so damn good.
Fingers grappling at the material of his shirt, pleasure wracking your body as he draws you closer and closer. “Stop– ah!– if you keep going I’ll– hnn—”
“—So soon?” he hums, “I don’t know if– hah– I believe you… you’re gonna have to prove it,” leering back at you.
His eyes on you feel so consuming, calm and watching but so hungry that it’s driving you to the edge. It feels like you’re melting, so warm and unbelievably close. Body twitching on top of him with your impending orgasm. You don’t even get to try and warn him again, sounds you’ve never heard yourself make falling from your mouth before you can think to stop them. Trembling with the force of your orgasm, feeling completely weak as you slump into him, eyes wet and bleary.
Geto feels like he’s vibrating, watching you come undone on top of him making him feel too much all at once. His arms wrap around you and hold you close, hands smoothing up and down your back. Lips close to your ear when he speaks, “You know… you make some really cute noises when you cum.”
Lazily, you look up at him through your lashes. Feeling a stupid kind of pleasure running through your body, still jolting slightly with the come down. “Stop trying to embarrass me.”
“I’m only being honest,” his hands slip under your shirt, groping your waist. “You getting embarrassed is just a bonus.”
“Have you always been this sadistic?”
He leans in and presses a kiss to the side of your mouth. “Who knows?” He smiles.
Turning, you catch his mouth with yours. Kissing him properly, hands tickling the back of his neck as you try to kiss him like he did you earlier. His hands on your waist grip you, lips imploring. So needy in how he returns your kiss, all but whining when you part. A string of saliva connects your mouths, and he wipes your lower lip with his thumb, pressing it to your lips like he might push it inside.
Eyes lost as he dances his digit over your plush lips. “You’re beautiful,” is all he says, gazing at you with so much affection.
Opening your mouth, you gently take his thumb between your teeth. Biting so very lightly before flicking your tongue over the tip of it. Geto looks like he blushes at the action, pulling his hand back.
“Seems as though I’m not the only tease,” he accuses.
You mutter at him, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His compliment had made you feel so soft and tingly that you didn’t know what to say or how to react. It’s not like he’s never complimented you before, you just weren’t expecting him to call you beautiful so earnestly. Being given compliments by someone has never made your insides flutter as much as they did just now.
He hums at you, redirecting his attention. Pulling at the hem of your shirt to show what he wants; you lift your arms up so he can remove it from you properly. Feeling so bare on top of him but not really minding, still too blissed out on your orgasm to care.
Geto doesn’t waste any time, groping your tits in his large hands. Rolling your nipples experimentally and grinning wide at how you twitch and bite back moans at it. “My, you’re sensitive.”
Teeth digging into your lower lip to stop the pitiful noises he’s threatening to pull from you. “Try not to sound so pleased about that.” Your blood is still thumping through your ears, pleasure fresh in your bones.
“Would you rather I be upset?”
“I’d rather you not make– ah!—”
His wet mouth wrapping around your nipple has your words cutting off suddenly, back arching into him. Huffing out needy little breaths at how he flicks his tongue over your sensitive skin, dizzy from the heat he’s making you feel. Pulling back with an obscene pop, licking at you a final time while keeping eye contact before swapping to your neglected tit.
He’s playing with you, or he’s waiting for you to say you’re ready for more… no he’s definitely just playing with you. Taking his time leaving marks all over your tits, even biting some places. Neglecting himself in favour of teasing you to insanity, though it can’t be that painful for him considering how he’s enjoying this immensely.
Whining at him, “You– hah!– You’re gonna leave too many marks.” He ignores you in favour of making a new mark to the top of your breast. “Suguru!”
Threading your fingers through his hair, you pull him back with a tug. You’re frowning at him, but your eyes are so wet and dazed and you’re nearly completely naked on top of him. Covered in hickeys and his saliva, despite your pulled brows you look so euphoric.
Feigning ignorance, he simpers, “What’s wrong with that?” A finger trails over the marks he’s left, grazing a sensitive nipple in his journey. “You seemed to like it.”
Swallowing your pride, you tell him directly, “I want more.”
“You want to cum again?” He muses, “Greedy.”
Taking offence at his accurate guess, you add, “I want… you to as well.”
Geto ignores the thumping of his heart. “Take off your panties then.”
“But…”
A brow raises at you, “‘But’ what?”
You don’t really want to tell him about how shaky your legs are, somewhat concerned they’ll give out as soon as you try to stand. He really doesn’t need the ego boost right now. “Nothing.”
Moving off him so so carefully, you keep your hands on his shoulders as you stand between his spread legs. With the way your knees are wobbling and fingers gripping to him so harshly, it doesn’t take him long to figure out that you’ve not really got a great sense of balance right now. A smug smile gracing his lips when he sees you fight to figure out how you’re going to take off your panties with your hands on him.
“Something wrong?”
“No,” You quickly answer.
“Then take them off.” Using a finger to pull at the waistline of your underwear, only to let it snap back to you. At your continued struggle he adds, “Or do you want me to take them off for you?”
You look to him, eyes hopeful for mercy. “Please?”
“Sure,” his tone is polite but you’re not sure you’re that trusting of him.
Thankfully, his hands slide your panties delicately down your legs, brushing against your thighs. Though, he’s an opportunist and he uses this chance to grope lewdly at your thighs, pulling at your skin further and further up your legs. Humming low to himself at the slick coating your inner thighs, unable to help himself when he drags his fingers through your folds, touching your pussy directly.
“Fuck, alright—” He bites out, pulling you to his lap suddenly, “I’ve reached my limit.”
“Wait.” He stops his frantic movements and you pull at his shirt. “Take it off.”
He doesn’t even tease, just immediately does as you asked. Hastily tugging his shirt off, it’s dropped less than gracefully onto the floor. Your fingers dance along his shoulders, down his chest. You want to take it all in a bit more but he’s flopping onto his back and shucking his boxers down enough to pull his cock free.
The size of him almost has your eyes bulging, you wonder how he’s been so patient when he’s this hard and achy looking. Tip flushed deep pink and already smothered in his own leaky precum, your cunt throbs while looking at him. Caught between concern over his size and a desperate need to be full of him.
“You don’t have to take it but please just—” He grabs and moves you until you’re hovering over it, “Sit on it at least.”
Lowering yourself cautiously, you sit on him lightly. He can feel your heat so vividly now, and it makes him shiver, “I don’t need you to be gentle with me,” he snickers, “Split your pussy open on my dick.”
Geto doesn’t even give you the chance to do it yourself, hands tugging you down onto him with more force. A gasp ripping from you when he immediately starts dragging you back and forth on his whole length. Stifled groans leave him from under you, his chest vibrating under your palm.
“Sugu—”
“—Sorry.” His brows are knitted together. “I got– nnh– impatient.”
It’s so wet, slipping over him repeatedly, the head of his cock nudging your clit over every pass. Your teeth dig into your lower lip to fight the whines bubbling inside you but eventually you give up and just let yourself moan. He seems to like it anyways, cock jerking at the soft breaths and whimpers leaving you.
He’s on the brink of stupidity, you’re so soft and unbelievably warm and his tip keeps catching on your hole and it makes him shudder each time. Looking down, he watches the way you’re coating his cock in more of your slick, cock shiny with how wet you are. Lewd sounds of your pussy grinding over him fill the room and now he’s thinking about you creaming around him. He’s never wanted something so bad in his life.
“Sugu,” you call out to him, and he dopily pulls his eyes to yours, “Do you think I could just…” when his cockhead catches on your hole again, you press down. Not even taking him in any real way and yet still stretching slightly for it.
His grip hardens on you, holding you completely still. “There’s no ‘just’ anything.” He struggles to breathe out evenly. “Not with how tight you are.”
“I wanna feel full though.” You try wiggling down into him but he’s truly got you in a vice like hold.
His cock twitches as excitement rushes through him, “You asking me to take your virginity, pretty?”
Shy when you ask, “Would you?”
He’s not passing on the chance to pick on you a little bit. “How bad do you want it?”
He can feel the way your hole flutters when you think about his question, your answer seemingly downplaying how you feel, “Pretty bad.”
“Hmm…” He pretends to think about his answer.
You’re taking issue with his faux deep thought. “Sugu, stop acting like you’re not…”
“Go on,” he encourages, “‘Like I’m not’ what?”
“Like you’re not…” you look away from him, mumbling out, “Aching for it…”
“Oh? You aching for it?” The smile he’s wearing can be heard in his words.
He sounds way too gleeful over this and it’s ticking you off. “Nope,” you pop the ‘p’ as you lift yourself off him.
“Don’t be like that.” He sits up. “I’m not letting you go anywhere… not when I know you’re aching for my cock.”
“I did not say that.”
“That’s what I heard you say.” He shrugs.
Geto’s arms wrap around you only to throw you down onto the bed, gone from you for a second while he shoves his boxers off quickly. And then he’s crawling over you, hands tracing up your body, relishing in your reactions to him.
“You really are so sensitive,” he mutters, trailing a finger up your thigh and watching your skin break out in goosebumps.
He’s being so unbearable, the need you feel is so loud and he’s here taunting you. “You’re so frustrating.”
“You’re just a needy little thing,” he returns. “So desperate to be filled even though you’re not prepared in the slightest.”
“Then prepare me,” you whine back.
He finds this about you cute, your insatiable greed, your back and forth between shy and so horny that you’re getting pissy at him. “I should teach you some manners,” he grumbles.
You spread your legs for him obscenely, growing even more impatient. “Please, touch me,” you pull his hand towards your pussy, “please.”
If he ever gets the chance to touch you like this again, he’s going to torture you, because right now you’re playing so completely unfairly that he can’t even think to deny you. His brows pull up as he flushes, finding himself doing exactly what you wanted, fingers gliding through your folds.
The way you keen at his touch almost makes it worth it. “You don’t play fair,” he complains.
“Someone lead by– hah!– po– poor example, I guess,” you shudder when he slips a single finger inside you.
Geto groans at the snug heat of your cunt, closing his eyes to take a quick breath at just how you feel wrapped around his digit. The fear or cumming the minute he gets inside you is real; he’s going to have to develop an insane amount of self-restraint between then and now.
“You’re hilarious,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Now shhh…” He draws his finger back before fucking it back in, lewd wet sounds of your pussy filling the silence. “Hear that?” He keeps repeating his movements, taking immense joy in how you writhe under him. “I think… pretty things that are this wet and begging to get fucked… don’t get to mock me.”
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, eyes glassy when you look up at him. “Don’t– nnh– be sooo mean.”
“You haven’t seen me be mean.” He pulls his finger back just to stuff another inside you, grinning when you arch your back at it. “I’ve only been nice to you today.”
“Be nicer,” you sulk.
“Don’t wanna be,” he smiles graciously back at you.
The fingers he has in you scissor to spread you open, pleased hums leaving him at your responses. Your mouth drops open and legs shake, fighting to close but unable to with how he’s in-between them. He’s hitting all the perfect spots inside you, crooking his digits to rub against your inner walls in a way you’re never able to reach.
He’s getting you so close to cumming that you want to hide from him, somehow feeling so much more vulnerable like this than when you were sitting in his lap earlier. Slowly, he works you to the point of taking another of his fingers, fucked open on three of them now. Your toes curl and your thighs hoist themselves on either side of his waist. Hips grinding into his hand, meeting his movements.
Geto finds the frenzied and desperate grinds into his hand adorable, satisfied with just how much more greedy you get when you’re this turned on. He already knows you must be close, your sudden drive to fuck down onto his fingers a dead giveaway to him.
He adds his thumb, rubbing circles into your clit. You jerk at it, tits bouncing in a way that has him drooling. To be honest, if you weren’t practically begging to get dicked down earlier, he would’ve put his mouth on you. Maybe if he weren’t also desperate to put his cock in you, he’d do it anyways but for now, he’ll settle for fingerfucking you to insanity and then shoving you full of his dick.
Your voice comes out smaller than you want, “Sugu, I think—”
“—I know.” His eyes are excited, fully aware of how close you are.
He can feel the way you twitch and clench down on him, back arching off the bed. Speeding up his movements just to get you there that much quicker and when you’re about to cum all over his fingers… he pulls them from you. Leaving you without your orgasm but so high that he could blow on your clit and you might cum.
You whine at him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Expression dopey and angry, sexually frustrated from the cruel and unexpected edging he just put you through. “What the hell, Suguru?!”
His grin is wolfish, merciless expression painted over with faux pity. “I’m so sorry, pretty. Were you close?” A hand cradles your face, soothing you for something that is completely his fault.
“Why would you do that?” All he’s succeeded in is making you needier than before, squirming under him with no way to find relief.
His answer is simple, “Just to see how you’d react.”
“I shouldn’t have hung out with you today.”
“Don’t be like that.” He guides his dick to your cunt. “I’m ‘bout to treat you so good.”
“If you don’t let me cum, we’re not friends anymore,” you warn.
He snickers at how genuine you’re being. “Alright.”
“I mean it, Suguru.”
“I know you do.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “That’s why it’s a little tempting.”
You whine at him, “Can you stop being so cruel for a moment?”
He blinks at you, “What do I get if I do?”
“What do you want?”
“I want to be the first person you go on a date with.”
His request stumps you. “What? Why?”
He doesn’t answer you. “Those are my terms,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Okay! Fine, yes, whatever you want,” you nod at him.
He smiles and starts pushing into you, the stretch is a lot, and it aches more than his fingers. You’re trying to breathe through it, but it seems like he is too. His thumb is on your clit, trying to get you to relax for him. “St– stop– hah– fuck!– stop clenching so tight,” he hisses through his teeth.
“I can’t– nnh– help it.” Your nails dig into his skin.
His lashes flutter when he gets his tip inside you, groan leaving him. “Wh– when I s–say date I mean– hnnn– a real date. A ‘I take you out and then try kissing you at the end of it’ date.”
For some reason, that makes your insides twist and you squirm. “Wh– whatever you– nnh– want, Sugu.”
“Yeah? You’re gonna– hah– dress up and let me take you out for your first ever date?” His fingers grip at his blanket below.
Your eyes roll as he slips further inside you, babbling out, “If you– hnn– let me cum? I’ll date only you.”
Geto sputters at that, hips driving forwards on their own making you both moan. His upper body drops down to you, lips ghosting over your neck and cheek before taking yours in a sweet kiss. He knows you’re out of your mind horny and probably not even sure of what you just said but he’s going to live in this moment while he fucks you.
He’s kissing your breath away while he slowly fills you to the hilt, trying so hard to be careful with you. His lips successfully distract you from the ache you were feeling, melting into him as he licks at your tongue.
Parting from you only when he’s balls deep inside, head flopping to your shoulder as he moans. Struggling to keep it together, you’re wrapped so snug and hot around him, pulsing so tightly around his aching cock that he feels like he might cum at any second.
“Sugu?” When he hums, you continue, “Move please?”
You wiggle your hips into him but he’s quick to stop you with a firm hand. “If you don’t want this ending right now then you need to give me a moment.”
“Hmm, that’s awfully cute of you, Suguru,” you tease him.
“That’s bold.” He licks at the shell of your ear. “I’m going to ruin you.”
“More than you already have?”
He agrees, “So much more.”
It feels like an eternity before he’s finally dragging his hips back, that alone has your breath stuttering. He wants to set a punishing pace so bad; he wants to fuck you until you’re mad, but he starts slow. Thrusting back into you at a languid pace, still carefully opening you up on his fat dick. It’s your first time and as much as he loves torturing you, he also loves pleasing you.
You’re scrabbling for purchase at his leisurely pace anyways, not expecting the heavy drag of his cock to feel this mind numbing. He chuckles lowly at the way you’re already weak for him, though it’s completely his fault considering all he’s put you through up until now.
“I think you may be the awfully cute one,” he smirks at you.
Your insides tug at his tone, “You can– hnn– be quiet.”
Leaning up, he rests on his knees, pushing your leg back and up. He has a great view of you taking him like this, able to see all your reactions. “I can but your pussy really likes when I talk.”
He’s so smug and he gets to be too because he’s right, his lightly mocking tone and that polite smile he wears is a deadly combo that has your cunt seizing around him. “I like it– hah– better when you’re nice to me.”
“You’re taking me all so well, pretty,” he praises, “Pussy sucking me right back in, so greedily.”
Your eyes roll back at how he thrusts into you, new angle hitting deeper than before. “That’s not– hnn– being nice!”
“Really?” He watches the way your hole clenches and feels how much wetter you get around him. “‘Cause you seemed to like it a lot.”
You bite your lip as you look up at him, silently asking for him to fuck you.
He looks down his nose at you, “What are you asking for?”
Sulking, “I want you to– hah– move more.”
“You should’ve just said that then.” He crooks his head to the side at you.
The slow drag out is the same as always until he’s fucking himself back into you sharply, a gasped moan stumbling from you as your hands seek stability in the mattress below. Your whine is dragged out when he repeats it over and over, brows knitted together in your pleasure.
“That’s a nice reaction,” he comments smugly.
You only hum at him, too consumed by the feeling of him shoving his dick in and out over and over in such a relentless pace that you’re seeing stars. Either you’ve closed your eyes or they’ve rolled to the back of your head because you’re not seeing much of anything right now.
Your eyes are welling with tears, chest heaving with your breaths. The stretch in your leg increasing when Geto pushes down into you further, pushing back on your leg with it. He’s basically folded it over his shoulder; you had no idea you were capable of bending this much. You’re so dazed and fucked stupid when you look to him lazily, he looks so pretty like this. Hunched over you and driving his cock in and out of your tight heat, his hair hanging messily over his shoulders and face as his expression twists in bliss.
Reaching a hand up, you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. “You’re pretty.”
You say it so dopily that he wonders if you know what you’ve just said. “I’m fucking you to the point you’re cock drunk and you think I’m pretty?”
A shudder runs through you at his voice. “Mhm, and– ah!– you have– hnn– have a pretty voice.”
God help him, he’s about to cum from you calling him pretty. “St– hnn– stop talking.”
“Sugu, you feel so—”
He cuts you off with a hand over your mouth, he has a feeling that whatever you were about to say would have him cumming inside you. “You’re so cute but I need you to shut up before I cum.”
From behind his hand, you look ruined. Tears slipping from your eyes, he can feel the way you’re drooling against his skin. The only sounds in the room his grunts, your muffled moans and the slick squelching of you swallowing his cock.
You want to keep telling him how pretty he is and how good he’s making you feel but even without him hindering you, you feel as though you may be beyond words now. Brain not able to form very cohesive thoughts as of this moment let alone speak them. He has you feeling so full, his cock throbbing against your walls in a way that has your skin thrumming.
Geto’s eyes lock down on where he’s stuffing himself into your little cunt, he feels himself short circuiting at the sight. Pussy bulging around him, struggling to take him all, dick so shiny with your slick. White creamy ring at the base of himself, it’s messy and lewd and it has him feeling so unbelievably obsessed with your cunt.
Thinking distantly that he’s going to do his best to impress you on your date so he can have you again, next time he’s definitely licking your pussy. Debauched groans vibrate in his chest at the thought, he’s going to make this so unforgettable for you, he needs you to be as obsessed with him as he is you. He’s going to be so much worse after this, and he was already down pretty bad.
Your hand grabs at his wrist, trying to tug it away so you can speak. He pulls back out of curiosity. “I– hnn– I’m– ah!—” Giving up trying to warn him after a particular thrust has you crying out, there’s no real point in warning him anyways.
He grins at your inability to say anything meaningful. “I’ve gotcha, go ahead and cum for me.”
Of course he knew exactly what you were trying to say, how does he already know your body so perfectly. He leans down to you, impossibly close, just to kiss your cheek and say, “Come on, pretty, I wanna feel you squeeze me tight before I cum in you.”
Crude and obscene and effective because his words make you shudder as you suddenly cum around him. A little frantic in how you squirm under him, eyes rolling as your hips fight to fuck yourself onto his thrusts. Pitiful whimpers of his name leaving you repeatedly, the only really comprehensive thing you’re able to utter out.
Geto’s orgasm is immediately triggered by yours; he was hoping he’d get to play with you a little more but as soon as he felt the sinful way you gripped him while you came, he was done for. Your cunt pulsating around him milking him for all he’s worth, he’s cumming so much so deeply. His hips flush to yours as he only grinds into you to ride out both your highs.
He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that much in his life and he’s unsure if it’s because it’s you or because he held back for so long. His weight drops to you as he catches his breath, feeling spent and so drunk on your pussy that if he thought too hard about you, he’d get hard again.
Your hand taps lightly at his shoulder, words all garbled when you speak, “Sugu, too heavy.”
Shoving his arms under you, he rolls until you’re on top of him. Cock slipping from you in the process and it has you letting out a cute whine.
“It’s leaking out of me,” you warn him.
He groans, “Don’t say that.”
You rest your check to his collarbone. “Why not?”
“I’ll get turned on again.”
Rolling your eyes at him. “You’re an insatiable pervert.”
“You’re not much better.”
His hands tickle up your sides, repeating the motion over, it’s making you feel sleepy. “You’re still worse.”
He just hums at you, apparently not caring to argue back. “You gonna be okay to shower?”
“In a bit… and only if you carry me the whole time.”
He laughs at that, “Sure.”
You draw mindless patterns on his chest with your finger, “So… where are you taking me on my first date?”
α.η. THIS IS A REPOST .. a repost from my old account @/lovelivision, if you feel like you've read it before, maybe you have !
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Your boyfriend Suguru is many things. He’s doting, and loving, and beyond chivalrous when it counts. He is also a perennial control freak.
You thought this would be good for him — a chance to sit back and let someone else take the wheel. Plus, Gojo has been hounding the two of you for a threesome ever since you first got together. This is as close as he’s going to get.
For now, at least.
Your thighs burn with exertion as you ride your boyfriend’s white-haired best friend reverse cowgirl on the couch of his living room. You and Suguru have spent hours here, over for dinner and drinks and game nights with Satoru — now you’re taking his cock down to the base as you face Suguru, who sits lazily in the facing armchair. It’s made of the same faux leather as the couch, which is sticking to Satoru’s sweaty ass and thighs, peeling with a loud squelch each time he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway.
“That’s right, now wrap your arm around and rub her clit like I showed you. Circles, not side-to-side. Yes, like that.”
You should have figured Suguru would promote himself from audience member to scene director. He sat nice and still as you throated Satoru’s cock, and even let you guide him yourself when you first took him inside of you, but he can’t stay out of the picture for long. Your Suguru is many things, and a spectator is not one of them. He likes control.
Luckily for the both of you, Gojo likes being told what to do. Each small praise upon doing something right — yes, Satoru, just like that; Satoru, you’re fucking her so well — has him twitching inside of you, choking on desperate moans as he soaks in his lauding.
A part of you wants to twist around to look at his face. You’re sure it’s all red and blotchy from exertion. You bet he looks fucked-dumb and ecstatic all at the same time. But your eyes are locked on Geto, who looks less like a cuck and more like it’s any Saturday evening. His chin is lifted, eyes surveying the two of you as wet sounds and skin slapping fills the room. He’s got his hands on his thighs, and his pants are so baggy around the crotch that you can’t tell if he’s hard or not.
“You can…” you start, taking a moment to wet your lips as Satoru speeds up his assault on your clit. “You can touch yourself, you know.”
Suguru’s lips slowly curl upwards. “I know, hon.”
“Why aren’t you?”
You want him to feel good. The whole point behind letting Satoru take you like this was to give Suguru a show, after all. Does he not like this? Is your pleasure one-sided? You suddenly feel bad for liking the fill of Gojo’s cock inside of you so much.
Geto must recognise the look on your face, because he laughs. It’s low, truly amused. “Don’t get in your head, my love. I just want to watch for now. If I cum like this, I won’t have as much to give you later when I wash out whatever Satoru’s going to fill you with.”
Oh. You and Satoru both seem to react to that — you tighten as he jolts up into you, groaning and biting into your shoulder as he breaks the ‘no marks’ rule that was established earlier. You don’t mind so much when you picture Suguru taking you later, licking and biting over whatever receipts of his touch that Satoru has left behind. Making them his own. Marking you as his own.
And then you imagine Satoru there too, sitting in a chair facing the bed, perhaps with his blindfold tucked between his teeth to muffle any whining pleads to join. You know he wouldn’t have the same restraint as your Suguru, he’d be fucking his fist to the sight before him, all desperate and teary-eyed and left out of the equation as all of your attention floods over Sugu. For once, Satoru would have to give up the spotlight. You wonder if that’d get him off too.
Probably.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans. The hand that isn’t working your clit snakes around you to press down on your lower stomach, feeling for the evidence of himself inside of you. He has to force you back against his chest a little, work the angle, but then he can feel it — the bulge of his cock in your belly.
It’s no surprise; Gojo is fucking huge. But looking down and seeing your skin taut with what’s inside has you reeling. Geto can see it too, you’re sure, because he’s shifting in his seat and clearing his throat.
“Satoru.” Your boyfriend’s voice is sharp. Jealous, maybe.
Satoru peers over your shoulder, smiling. “Yes, dear?”
“Over the arm of the sofa. Give her legs a break, yeah?”
Satoru doesn’t seem fazed; and your thighs were starting to shake with the exertion, but you can’t help but notice that every position Suguru has directed the two of you into has been lacking a face-to-face value between you and Toru. You don’t think that’s accidental.
Satoru doesn’t need to pull out to manoeuvre you into the new position. With his arms around your middle, and very little effort on his part, he shifts you up and over the arm of the couch. Your ass lifts as he pushes up to his knees and gets his footing behind you, all whilst remaining inside. Your hands find purchase on the arm as you turn your head to meet Suguru’s gaze once more. This isn’t a position he often has you in — he’s always thought of doggy as degrading.
You smile. You see how it is.
Your amusement is short-lived, though, as Satoru pulls almost all the way out of you, before slamming in with a harsh snap of his hips. You’re sent forwards, nearly toppling over the side of the couch as Satoru starts, and maintains, a mean pace. In and out and in and out, he drags his cock against your g-spot repeatedly. You can hardly get a breath in before he’s bottoming out inside of you again. And again.
Turns out, giving your legs a break means working every other part of you to exhaustion. You shouldn’t be surprised.
“That’s good,” Suguru praises, his voice heavy. “Tell me, how’s she feel?”
“Tight,” Satoru exhales. “And… wet, and—fuck—so good. I never want this to end.”
But he’s nearing his limit, and so are you. You can tell, his strokes are turning erratic, and the building tightness in your stomach guides your orgasm closer and closer with every passing second. You push your face into the arm of the couch, muffling your moans, and try desperately to focus on one thing at a time.
An impossible feat. Your mind is reeling; Satoru fucking into you like he’s fearful of ever losing this sensation; Suguru, watching with those assessing fucking eyes that make you want to take a bite of his brain; how good you feel between them both…
“Please,” you gasp, turning your head. Your cheek smushes against leather, making a mess of your face, but you don’t care. “Please.”
Satoru leans over you, keeping pace. “Please what, pretty?”
“She’s asking to cum.” Suguru lifts his chin. “She has to ask for permission first, isn’t that right?”
You nod frantically, tears blurring your vision as you hold onto something so desperate to slip through your fingers. You need to cum, to release, to take everything Satoru can give you and more.
“Who are you asking, baby?” Suguru implores. “Me, or Satoru?”
You don’t know. You don’t care. You think you know what Suguru wants to hear, so you whine out a short ‘you, please’, but your lover only shakes his head in reply.
“I’m not the one fucking you, am I?”
You try to turn your head to face Satoru, but your movement is cut off when he presses himself over your back, takes your face in one strong hand, and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you deeply, messily, and finally allows himself that face-to-face contact Suguru had so cleverly denied you two.
“Cum with me,” he whispers against your lips, pressing his lips to yours again. His tongue pushes into your mouth, tastes you from the inside out, before he pulls back again. “Gonna fill you up. Fuck you so full you’ll be dripping all over the leather. Then—” he stutters, groaning, “—then you’re gonna get down on your knees and clean it all up with your tongue. Then whatever spills out of you onto the floor as well.”
It’s lewd and grotesque, but the picture in your head spurs on your orgasm like nothing else could. The idea of doing something so degrading for a man that isn’t yours, in front of a man that is…
You cum so hard your vision flashes white. You can’t tell if your eyes are open or closed, but Satoru remains against your mouth, swallowing every loud, drawling moan you give him. You shake, completely overwhelmed with pleasure and pressure and the quick-to-come force of Satoru emptying his balls inside of you.
He must have been pent up. He floods your insides with a load so strong and harsh in its release that you can feel it filling you. Hot and desperate and so fucking good that you feel half-ready to cum again.
You close your eyes, bathe for a moment in the fullness you’re experiencing. Satoru kisses the back of your neck, and then between your shoulderblades, still seated nice and deep inside of you.
“You took that so well, love.”
Your eyes snap open at the closeness of Suguru’s voice, just to find him knelt by the sofa. His big hand reaches out to wipe a tear from beneath your eye, a doting look on his face. “Did you enjoy yourself? You’re such a mess.”
You nod, blissed. Suguru pushes up on his knees and closes the gap between your faces; you think he’s going to kiss you, but he stops just short of your lips and then pivots to whisper into your ear instead.
“If you enjoyed it so much, you’ll be happy to give Satoru another round, won’t you?”
"I'm not saying you don't know how to fuck your girl, Fushiguro."
Your boyfriend takes a long toke of his cigarette, leaning back in the plush armchair facing the hotel bed. He blows smoke towards the two of you, his eyes narrowing. "Sure fuckin' sounds like it."
You roll your eyes. Even as he watches his girl getting fucked by his best friend, he's got a mouth on him. Any other man would be humbled by such a sight — Toji just stares.
He's hard. you can see the fabric of his sweats straining at the crotch, even from where you lay pressed into the bed. If Shiu weren't fucking you so deeply, you might be able to take a breath, focus your eyes, and discern whether or not that dark patch over Toji's groin is from his leaking pre, or if it's just a trick of the light.
"I'm just saying—" Shiu slows the snapping of his hips and transitions instead into a rolling motion that is more soothing than it is erotic. I'ts good; you like it. You could fall asleep like this, full of cock, the weighted blanket of his body on top of yours. "—you fuck to fuck. I fuck to connect."
Toji snorts from his chair, like he's in a position to puff his chest out. "I'd already be inside of her. No need to connect."
He's certainly not a romantic. Shiu groans, pushing himself nice and deep as he presses a sweet kiss to your neck.
One of his hands (rough, but not mean like Toji’s) snakes down your body in search of your clit. It’s still sensitive from the half-hour of head he warmed you up with, so he’s gentle when he starts circling the pad of his finger around your nerves. You find yourself gasping, hiccuping as air fills your lungs, and moaning as it leaves.
“You hear that?” Shiu glances over his shoulder to Toji, who now looks a little less cocksure than before. He’s restless, adjusting himself in his pants and spreading his knees to make room for the heavy erection he’s sporting. “She sound like this with you?”
Toji rolls his neck, feigning arrogance. “Nope. She’s louder with me.”
He’s not wrong. Toji often has you screaming into the pillow as he drags his fat cock in and out of you. Pounds you, for lack of romance. You like how he’s rough and dirty and strong in how he handles you; but there’s something about the attention Shiu is giving you that makes you dizzy with pleasure.
Shiu ignores Toji from there on. His eyes rove over your face, as do his lips. He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead as he fucks you — his moustache tickly against your skin. It’s damp with your arousal, and you can’t help but wonder if he’ll smell you on his lips later tonight and remember how you tasted.
Of course he will.
The cigarette smoke that lingers in the air fills your lungs, and you turn your head in your haze to find your boyfriend has the waist band of his sweats lowered beneath his balls. His cock is out, but not free — the tight grip he has it in looks near painful. He strokes in time with Shiu’s thrusts into you, taking into account each time he slows to pull back and look at the mess of need you must be.
“Don’t look at me,” he grumbles when he notices your eyes on him. “You wanted this. Look at him.”
You feel like you’ve been caught red-handed, drooling over the sight of him fisting his leaky cock, but Shiu kisses your cheek and leans down to whisper in your ear before you can break your gaze away. “Don’t listen to him. He’s imagining he’s me. Keep watching him, let him know he’s only half the reason you’re this wet right now.”
Your skin warms. Despite Toji’s order, you keep watching him. A gentle flush, one that is so unlike your Toji, paints his face pink. He’s got his lip caught between his teeth, holding a groan in his muscled chest as he watches you and Shiu. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you were being fucked silly, on your hands and knees like a whore — but no, Shiu is practically making love to you.
Your lips part as you watch your boyfriend experience a surge of a million different feelings. Questions he isn’t sure he wants answered; do you prefer the stretch of Shiu’s cock to his? Do you like being worshipped like this? Will you say yes if he asks to make this a regular thing?
“I love you,” falls from your lips in a shaky moan. Though you say it softly, as if to meet only Shiu’s ears, your eyes are still on Toji. “Love how you feel inside of me.”
Toji’s eyes widen. His hand jerks faster, hips buck up a little from that self-made prison of an armchair. He doesn’t know if you’re talking to him or Shiu, and it’s about to send him over the edge. A part of him wants to leap up and pull Shiu off you; fill you with his own cock instead and flood your womb with his release. Another part of him wants to get behind Shiu and fuck into him; let him be the vessel between you that gets to know exactly how the two of you merge to ‘make love’. He’d fuck him deep and mean justs to get the message through to you.
But, the part of him that wants to keep his ass planted to the cuck chair and watch his girl take the load of his best friend wins out.
“I’m gonna fucking—” he cracks, choking on his words as his hips stutter and cum shoots all over himself. His black shirt is soaked in the stuff, his fist covered, but he doesn’t stop.
Shiu pays him no mind. It’s hard when you feel this good, wrapped around his cock for the first, and likely only, time in his life. He’s dreamt of this, convincing Toji to share his score — he is his handler, after all.
You want to come, but Shiu is taking his time bringing you to the peak. Usually Toji would just hike a hand around you and rub you ‘til you beg for mercy. Shiu, however, seems to like the way you squirm beneath him as he paws at your thighs, pushes them up against your body, and folds you into a mating press.
The new depth he reaches inside of you is torturous. You feel so full, yet so unsated at the same time. You wonder how well you’d take them both; whether you’d stretch out to accommodate two cocks at once or if one would have to fill your mouth instead. You want to crawl over to Toji and lick his cock clean, taste something from him as you’re so full of another man.
Another glance over at your boyfriend rewards you with the sight of his screwed-up face. His eyes are set on the spot Shiu fucks into you, and he strokes himself into overstimulation. Seems he won’t be left out for even a moment.
“Fuck,” Shiu’s hips slam forward, skin slapping against skin in a heated rhythm. His chest heaves, and you can tell he’s about to cum — even with how overwhelmed your pussy is, you can feel him twitching inside. “I’m close.”
“Not inside,” Toji growls from his seat. That was his only rule going into this. That, and no butt stuff. Toji reserves your womb and ass for himself.
“I know, asshole,” Shiu grunts. His eyes roam your face once more with a soft (but elastic tight) smile on his face. “Want you to come first. On my cock; I’ll pull out after, okay?”
You can hardly nod. Once again, his fingers come down on your clit, wedged tightly between your moving bodies. He circles it, quick but gentle, and sends you absolutely dizzy with pleasure. You know Toji is still stroking himself as he watches you come undone; and you know he’s probably going to pull another orgasm or two out of you tonight to repair his ego. Your poor cunt.
Your orgasm washes over you quickly, and with enough pressure to force a loud, crying moan from your chest. Your legs shake, eyes squeezing shut as your head spins. You haven’t felt this good in… ever.
Not just because of Shiu; but knowing Toji is watching.
Your climax sends Shiu careening over the edge. He’s quick to pull out, leaving you feeling absolutely lost in your emptiness. He gives his cock a squeeze, as if to stall his orgasm, and looks you over hungrily before… pulling away?
Instead of shooting over your stomach or across your pretty face, Shiu leaps off the bed and makes his way over to Toji, whose eyes are wide as his best friend approaches. He’s not given much time to react before Shiu is taking the back of his head in one hand and feeding the tip of his cock past his lips with the other. Toji chokes on his surprise, and then on the load that Shiu releases into his mouth with a loud groan.
Instinctively, he spits. Rivulets of cum drip from his lips, down his chin, and join the mess of his own cum on his stomach and cock. His eyes are wide, a little angry, but his surprise doesn’t stop Shiu from pulling back and leaning down to catch your boyfriend's lips in a very messy kiss. Cum and spit is passed between them, paired with loud groans that travel right from them to your still-buzzing clit.
You watch from the bed with wide eyes, having just discovered something very interesting about yourself.
You wonder if they’ll let you sit in the cuck chair next.
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everyone thinking clark and his girlfriend are the most vanilla, sweet, innocent couple because of how they act around each other and present as a team — never cursing or fighting, never drinking or getting belligerent, never lying or betraying anybody including and especially to each other. they were the golden couple. they only amp up that image to everybody even more when clark buys them promise rings. everyone thinks it’s sweet, cute as a button how virginal they both are and are waiting for marriage. they’ve only ever seen him give her a kiss on her cheek or her forehead, rub her arm, hug her in a warm embrace and whisper their adorable inside jokes.
but in the private space of their bedroom, they’ve done just about everything but.
even before clark got them the rings.
every night, he whimpers her name and ‘please’ on repeat right in her neck, wearing nothing but his glasses. grinding his cock up and down the front slit of her pretty, glistening pussy like he’s a horny little bunny that couldn’t ever be sated.
“it doesn’t count, right? if I don’t put it in, mmmmuhhh— oh, god — if I don’t put it in then we’re still virgins,” he pants. still humping her up and down, their parts rutting up against one another as they both implode from the friction. she grinds her clit back, bumping it up against his head and all his throbbing veins, and nods her head up and down, agreeing.
“of course baby, just keep going, we can cum like this as much as we want. it won’t count.”
“oh, oh my, yes, yes please! I have to keep going. I’m about to cum. it’s gonna get all over your pretty little pussy.”
he learns all his dirty talk from the dirty movies they’ve watched too. apart from his instincts and his imagination, and of course all his grunts and movements were purely primal.
“it looks so big when you press it up against me. I don’t know how it’s gonna fit when we get married,” she gasps, watching him rut like a dog and how it goes past her belly button. it’s sloppy, slippery, jutting around from all the blood that’s filled up. his sac is even heavy against her too. the way it bounces against her hole, gives her another part of him to clench onto too.
“shhh, we’ll make it fit. I won’t let it hurt you. we’ll be nice and wet together, just like this, then it’ll just… it’ll just slide right in,” he gulps. losing any other words that are left to say the more he thinks about it. “we’ll feel so good. and you’re gonna be my wife.”
“keep — keep going baby, don’t stop now,” she pleads. clark nods immediately, kissing on her neck while he humps her even faster. the slick is audible, gushing in between them as they whimper and slide.
“they think I don’t even touch you,” clark hums a laugh, slobbering on her throat through a wet, lazy kiss. “mmm. they think I haven’t even seen you naked. they don’t know I can still make this pussy feel good without even putting it in.”
she sprawls out her legs even wider, mouth open as she has her toes further up in the air, letting him take over their gyrating completely as they both leak all over each other.
“let’s cum together, honey. let me make you feel good. let go for me, cum on me. I wanna make this pussy feel nice and happy.”
clark ruts harder, faster. kisses her chin and swallows up his favorite noises that leave her mouth when they both feel the electric dip in their bellies. both of them clench, clark’s tip stills and presses up right against her clit while he lets out his long, gushing first spurt. she cums just as he’s creaming all over her clit, making a mess of her mound and even up to her stomach. they both roar and hum and whine as they rub out their highs, the splatter of all the evidence of their innocent fun coated all over her as they catch up to their wild heartbeats.
he kisses her and hums all his praises right into her mouth, some of it even nonsense as he slaps his filthy, heavy wet tip back on the lips of her pussy and the hood of her clit.
“you um, felt good? jeez, it’s so wet….”
clark is in awe at her shiny center, enthralled while he plays with the mess a little more. he gets shy and ducks his head back with a laugh and says he’s sorry if she’s too overstimulated. she laughs right back at him and shook her head, wrapping one leg around his hips to trap him back in.
“you can keep playing. it’s all yours.”
“it’s ours. our mess… and gosh is it pretty,” he breathes, rolling his head and tapping the sopping wet folds. “prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“well I can’t wait to be your husband,” clark retorts, pointedly looking at her and leaning in to give her a warm, selfish kiss.
“can’t wait to feel you inside me. all the way,” she whispers. holds onto his face.
“I’ll make you feel so good. I already can’t keep my hands off you.”
“and they’ll never know.”
“nope,” clark grins.
eventually, shortly after clark proposed they graduated to ‘just the tip’ making both of them cum after only a few shallow pumps of clark tearing her open with just his crowned head. and he grazes her g-spot with the most perfect angle to drive them both crazy. but in public, with their matching shiny engagement rings gracing their fingers, they still are perceived as modest as can be.
synop: clark seems insatiable after your first night together.
wc: 3.5k
cw: smut! 18+ MDNI!, pwp (heavy on no plot), afab!reader, borderline gn!reader, p in v, dry humping, condom use (bc we practice safety here), teasing, orgasm, squirting, embarrassment
a/n: y’all it’s been a YEAR since i’ve written ANYTHING. excuse me if im rusty, the gears haven’t guzz in a while. i read thru the first half a couple times then started overthinking so i just spewed. anywayyy as always pls reblog to support <:3
To say the morning after your first night together was anything but ridiculously picturesque would be a down right lie no matter how embarrassingly true it was.
Nothing could have prepared you for the view that graciously blessed your eyes so early in the morning.
It was that early morning sun spreading throughout the room that first came to your senses, eyes fluttering slightly at the sunlight peaking past the window. It was then you realized this wasn’t your usual sunshine through a dingy subletted window, it was better, you could practically feel the sun rays touching your skin.
Getting a better grip on your senses, something or rather— someone shifted beside you causing the mattress to dip you further into warmth. Instead of turning flat on your back though, your shoulder blade makes contact with a fist.
Quickly adjusting yourself you come face to face with Clark Kent lying dormant beside you in such a grotesquely endearing manner.
Lying on his side he faces you, with impossibly large shoulders hunched in on himself as his head rested on the downy plush pillow. One hand, turned fist, was tucked gently beneath his chin, while his other hand was open and wedged between his face and cushion. His palm pressed against his cheek, causing that side of his mouth to purse as soft puffs of air leave his lips. The hair that isn’t matted flat against the pillow sticks out in all directions and it takes everything in you to not reach out and rake your fingers through.
The sunlight rising through the window gives him a softer edge, as your eyes trace his unguarded face. Peach fuzz decorates the side of his face as you follow his jawline, down his neck and around his shoulders, his body slowly rising up and down in steady beats, soft snoring leaves his lips.
As your eyes take note of his shirtless torso, ribs and muscles contracting with each breath it’s then you realize the thin sheet draped across his bare hip that spreads over your own form and flashes of last night’s events have the room suddenly feeling hotter.
For some reason shyness gets the best of you, and you’re suddenly all too aware that aside from the blanket there’s nothing truly covering you. You tug the blanket in your hands and tuck them to your chin, covering your face slightly to hide the small grin spreading on your lips.
Looking over again, your heart nearly sharts out of your ass as blue eyes bore into yours.
“Hi.” You whisper, eyes wide, wondering if he even heard it. You fidget underneath the sheet.
“Cold?” He asks, voice rough with sleep. Without looking away he grabs the material from his hips, lifting his arm out, opening a space between him and the mattress— a silent invitation.
“No,” You shake your head, but your body betrays your words as you scoot over into his side. His arm immediately drops around your frame, chin resting on your head as you nuzzle into his chest — a thousand percent sure he can feel your heart thumping in your chest.
Leave it to Clark to be the most gentleman of gentlemen and completely ignore the fact that you’re both still as bare as the day you were born.
As if reading your thoughts he speaks up.
“Don’t be shy.” He says, a glint of a smirk on his lips.
Again, your mind flashes back to the night before, your hand guiding his fingers beneath your top. Those exact same words leave your lips as you encourage him to undress you.
You smack your teeth and give his chest a little shove. He lets out a deep breathy laugh as he pulls you in closer to him. You both lay like that for a second, the sunlight now starting to paint the room in a golden hue. You’re sure Clark’s fallen asleep again as you stare at the freckles coating his chest, but again he breaks the silence.
“Did you sleep okay?” His fingers are lightly tracing your back. Goosebumps follow each caress, and heat crawls up your neck.
“Yessir.” You mumble, trying not to break whatever it is that’s between you two at the moment.
“Knew you would.” He mutters into your hair, his hands finding your lower back pulling you further towards him. You don’t miss the hint of smugness in his tone.
“Yep, must’ve been the fancy outer city atmosphere, or the cushy mattress in this luxury apartment within the fancy outer city atmosphere.” You tease him, blaming your exhaustion on the atmosphere and definitely not anything you maybe have gotten up to last night, nudging his knee with yours you place a hand against his chest.
“‘s that all?” He asks. Looking up at him, his eyes are closed again but his hand continues to ghost your skin.
“Yeah, too much wine.” you tease.
He stops. His hands are splayed across the plane of your back as he taps his thumb against your skin, pensive. Thinking you may have struck a nerve, you’re about to pull back when he just lets out a sigh caressing the back of your arm.
His hand slips between the warmth of your arm pressed against the side of your chest, frigid fingers brushing against sensitive skin making you take a quick breath which he ignores as he maneuvers your arm, throwing it over his shoulder, your hand finding purchase on the back of his neck. Subconsciously your fingers rake through the short hair feathered at his nape, nails grazing lightly.
“That’s too bad.” He lets out a shaky sigh of contentment at your fingers momentarily before he’s pulling you face to face, his finger hooking beneath your chin forcing you to look at him. Heat rises to your cheeks as you examine his face, a deep blush paints his face and hooded eyes zero in on your lips.
“Yeah?” Unthinkingly, your tongue darts across your skin.
It’s then that his eyes meet yours and dizziness flutters your mind. His eyes are filled with the same desire you saw last night right before he practically devoured you whole. And it’s clear he’s hell bent on doing it again.
Before you can answer his question he grabs your face in his hand, putting pressure on your cheeks, pursing your lips slightly, which he takes as an invitation. Leaning closer, Clark plants his lips against yours, once, twice, and then a small hum leaves his lips after the third time as he pulls back to look at you, fingers still gripping your face.
“Guess I gotta remind you then.” His voice is dripping with arousal as he pulls you in for a breath searing kiss.
Almost immediately Clark's lips part, tongue prying your mouth open. All the air that leaves your lips is devoured by your boyfriend as he tosses the flimsy sheet off to the side. The chilly air nips at your skin, but only for what seems like a second as Clark quickly grabs the meat of your thigh, hooking your leg around his hip, flipping you onto your back.
He kisses at your cheek and down your neck, as he guides your bodies so he’s slotted between your legs as his elbows cage you in. It’s then that you feel just how worked up he’s gotten himself as he holds himself above your body. Your hands roam his rippled back, and your thighs spread wider in anticipation, nudging him with your heel.
“Well, good morning to you.”
He pulls back long enough to give you a lazy grin as he slants his hips against yours, his cock teasing your slit. Hearing your breath hitch he takes it as a sign to completely suffocate you with his frame. The weight and heat of his body has a huff leave your lips which Clark happily swallows as he kisses you again. Your nails dragging up the side of his torso make him shudder, but he refuses to let you go, sucking and nipping at your lips.
He grabs at your waist, pulling your chest against his as he presses down onto you while your arms wrap around his neck, hands caressing his hair. You feel his hips jerk lightly, his dick twitching against your skin, a low purr leaves your lips but Clark quicly swallows your sounds. He’s lapping at your mouth like a dog, breaths intertwining, thickening, suffocating your lungs, as the faint smell of his cologne lingering on his skin from last night invades your nostrils and drowns the last of your senses in Clark, heat shooting up your spine.
You’re suddenly acutely aware of everything Clark is as he overloads your senses with practically every fiber of his being, his body smothering yours in his yearning.
Lightheaded, you try to wrack your brain for some sort of purchase, tugging on the long curls that wrap around your fingers. Clarks gives a low whine in return causing a wave of arousal to hit you so hard a slight panic builds. The only thought that invades your mind is ‘Clark, Clark, Clark’ as you give a hard yank to his hair, lungs burning. He pulls back with a wet pop, a string of saliva following as he pulls backs.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe.” He coaxes, thumb swiping at your lower lip, before slowly sitting up. Kneeling between your thighs his fingers slide down your form, squeezing at your waist before moving down your body and grabbing at your thighs. He brings them flush to the top of his, hooking your knees over his forearms. This new position has him laying hot and heavy against your hip.
Your stomach shudders as he rubs his length along the coarse hair littered across your skin. He lets out a breath shaking moan, pushing himself harder against you, shifting your body up the bed.
“Ffuh—” Clark mutters under his breath. Your cheeks burn at the sight of Clark. His eyes are shut, his head thrown back, heavy breaths escape his swollen lips. His chest heaving with a light sheen while his grip moves to your thigh as he shifts his hips, angling his hips.
“Oh…” Leaves someone's lips when his dick finally sits heavy against your folds. The room stills for what seems like a minute. Neither one of you moves, save for the pleasant buzz that prickles your skin. Again, you look at Clark, but he looks down. Your mouth goes dry as you realize how swollen Clark is. Sure you felt him and the heat but — poor thing, it looked like it hurt.
But the look in his eyes as he stared at where he laid was pure filth. With flushed cheeks, and parted lips he watched as precum leaked from the tip of his shaft onto the soft skin of your stomach. Another wave of desire washed over you and out your core spilling down your folds and onto his dick. His hips stuttered as his dick twitched, tapping against your stomach.
Gosh, the sounds that he made were no help to the situation either. With his hands gripping at your thighs and the shallow thrust of his hips smearing mixed slick against your soaked cunt, a soft whine would leave his lips. The more he rocked his hips, the further back he went until the tip of his cock grazed your clit.
Oh, fuck. You don’t think you’ll last.
As if reading your thoughts Clark slows his movements, spreading his knees so your as is flush against his thighs, while your legs are thrown over hips. His chest is heaving as he grabs the base of his cock slapping it against your cunt, a soft mewl leaves your mouth. He looks at you with hazy eyes, skin glistening in the sunlight.
Feeling impossibly shy, you squirm under his gaze, fingers nipping at taut muscle causing him to let out a lazy chuckle as he grabs his cock again, pumping his fist a few times, knuckles grazing sensitive skin. His other hand rests right below your chest, thumb kneading the soft underside of your breast. He swivels his hips gyrating, involuntarily, in slow sloppy circles before using both hands to lift your back side off the bed, arching your back.
You become completely pliant in his arms, another quiet moan leaving your lips as his fingers press into your back, there's an obscene sound of his balls slapping against your backside, the tip of his cock catching your clit.
“Can I put it in?” He asks breathless, almost mesmerized, letting go of your hip, and leaning forward to envelop your body again. He nudges his nose against the side of your neck.
“Do you even have to ask,” You’re smothered, throwing your head back as the heat turns to a boil in your stomach, Clark grabs at your jaw once more, finger prodding at your lip.
“I like hearing you want it.” He whispers into your ear, nipping at your skin. His confession catches you off guard, causing your ears to ring and your vision to blur, your throat pressing against his palm as you swallow. You hold his wrist in your hand.
“S’can I?” He kisses down your neck, humping your hip faster, goal clearly in mind. You nod but all he does is turn your chin towards him, stalling his hips, as he forces you to stare at him. He stares expectantly. Your stomach flips at the loss of friction, and your hips twitch involuntarily, humping his thigh.
“Clark.” You huff out, kneading at his chest. You gaze at him in bliss. The wine from last night must’ve cleared your inhibitions well enough to make you forget just how tantalizing he was. “P-please…” leaves your lips, you’re not sure it’s enough so you try again, hands spreading your thighs open hoping to alleviate the burning between them.
“Put it inside me…” you’ve never sounded so desperate in your life it was practically pathetic, but at this point you couldn’t care less. You’d do anything to make the ache go away. And with Clark offering himself up to you on the silver platter that he is, you’d scream naked from the rooftop if it meant you could have him.
A deep shuddered laugh leaves Clark's lips as he runs his hands down the inside of your thighs over yours, spreading open delicate skin.
“Well since you’ve asked so nicely.” He murmurs, completely entranced at the way your slick coats your lips, his thumbs teasing the sides of your clit. You cry out in aching joy, hips jerking against his.
“Do you think it’ll fit?” He straightens up once again, trailing your fingers up his body, spreading your palm flat across his chest. Once he’s sure you can feel his heart beat, he wastes no time using his other hand to smear the pooling wetness between your legs up and down your hole. He pauses, feeling you twitch against him.
“Clark…” For some reason, you’re on the verge of tears. Why is he taking so long?!
He watches you writhe beneath him, your back lifting off the mattress as he presses three fingers slowly against your sopping entrance, sliding in with no strain.
A deep breath leaves Clark’s lips, a sinister smirk spreads across his face.
“Gosh Baby,” He breathes, “You’re so swollen.”
Blood rushes to your head in embarrassment, hitting your fist against his chest.
Clark just snickers in response. He grabs your hand, throwing it over his shoulder as he leans down to pepper kisses across your face.
“Sorry, sorry,” He says between pecks, before catching your lips in a kiss. One hand comes up to cradle your ear, while the other shifts to the side. Without missing a beat he brings his fingers to his lips, the sound of crinkling can be heard as he tears at plastic. Before you can even comprehend what’s going on, he slips plastic between your teeth pinching at something inside. You watch as he closes in again, grabbing the wrapper with his teeth and tongue blowing it to the side while sliding his hand between your hips.
His natural ability to protect while still maintaining the sheer magnetism that he does is another wonder you’ll have to think about some other time because at the moment all you can think about is the way Clark uses his thumb to spread you open, using your juices to coat his condom clad cock. He aligns your hips to his before guiding the tip to your entrance, tilting his hips slowly.
A shaky whimper chatters your lips, arms clutching Clark by the skull, as your eyes flutter shut. With your head thrown back against the pillows Clark teases himself further, the burn slowly turning to a simmering boil as he stretches you out.
You’re clawing at his back, while he’s mouthing at your shoulder practically drooling at the way your walls clench against his dick. He’s moaning with every breath he takes.
“Ah…” He whines, his hips stuttering as he tries to take his time. Your heels are digging into the back of his thigh as he slides in another inch.
“Clark…clark…” you whimper, grasping onto his shoulders, the ache in your loins reaching a crescendo you’ve only touched twice in your life— last night and right now.
He’s shushing you, lips pressed against your ear as he attempts to bottom out.
Ecstasy blurs your vision hot white as your lungs burn, sharp cries claw at your throat. Your eyes are screwed shut while dots dance across nothingness. Your head pushes further into the pillows as the tip of Clark’s cock buries deep against your core.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” moaning between curses, you hiss as your walls relish in the overwhelming sensation.
“I know Baby, it’s okay.” He’s giving you open mouth kisses, his hips pulling back before driving his hips forward again.
“Fuck!” You’re sure at this point there are scratches all along Clark’s back but you couldn’t care less at the moment, pleasure yo-yoing up your spine and down to your core.
“Shhh~ Gotta make sure you can take it, sweetheart.”
Pure Filth, he was.
“I can take it.” You breathe out, chest brushing against his with each intake of air. Clark leans back to see the want—the need—etched in your eyes and he lets out a small sigh.
“I guess I’ll just have to take my time with you later.” And before you can really know what he meant he places a kiss to your forehead, and grabs your hips pulling you away from him while he draws his hips back.
He quickly thrusts in, a small grunt leaving his lips setting an almost brutal pace–unbeknownst to you this was considered light work. Your voice falls into some harmonious echo alongside his as he rocks his hips, each thrust inching you further and further up hitting that same sweet spot over and over again. In the midst of your delirium, you’re suddenly aware of the sensations pooling in your womb.
“Clark,” You call out, “Clark, wait—” you fail to get his attention, the sound of your voice drowned out against his own moans. He’s also reaching his tipping point, his hips faltering every few thrusts. Seemingly hellbent on chasing the high he grazes his teeth against your neck as he wraps his arms around your body, hooking his hands on the swell of your ass. With the new grip he has he angles your hips, hitting deeper than he had at this point, your head thumps against the headboard with each slap of skin against skin, the ache scorching your insides.
“Fuh–uh–” He moans in your ear, thrusting into you in rhythm with each sound that leaves his mouth.
“No…” you sob quietly, at the same time Clark cries out hips giving out as you both reach that euphoria you’ve been chasing.
You’re whimpering beneath him as he stutters, heat pooling in your cheeks. Hips immediately faltering, he sits up when he hears you.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, automatically scooping your hands in his face to look at you. You grab at his wrists, your eyes glisten in embarrassment.
“I-I–” You’re shy as you glance down to where you and Clark are still connected. He follows your gaze down to the dark patch of cotton that now sits beneath you. For a second he doesn’t say anything, just staring at where you two touch until you feel him pulse inside you.
“Clark!” You exclaim, hands flying to your face in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry I—” He trails off, watching himself slide out of you.
A soft mewl leaves your lips at the feeling of being emptied out, wetness dribbling out of your hole, chasing his cock as Clark pulls out completely.
“Gosh, Baby.” Is all he says as he looks at you in awe. All you can do is stare at him, bewildered as he comes down to kiss your cheek, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
“Thank the Gods, it’s the weekend.”
an: y’alllllllll what a wild freakin ride. i could write abt clark forever i had to force myself stop. also lots of overthinking went into this lol pls leave comments good or bad! if u have any words u feel i need to use more lmk lol .. dk if u could tell i avoid certain things sometimes. plus it’s been a year sue me lol.
❤︎ 𝓖, satoru .ᐟ .. repost ˚ ⋅ 𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲 making out . gojo in a maid dress . premature ejaculation ♯ 0.5k
gojo dressed in a maids outfit just for you
gojo surprises you by wearing a maid outfit, feeling embarrassed and part of him only playing around until he’s realising just how turned on you are. smile on his face as your hands play with the fabric of his skirt, chuckling at how flustered you seem to be.
“i didn’t think you’d actually like this…” he hums, amused, “pervert.”
“i’ve not said anything,” you frown, “and i don’t want to hear that from you.”
“i’m not the one getting turned on by a man dressed as a maid.”
your hands are feeling him up, disguised as touching the dress in curiosity, “and what if i was wearing this?”
a long pause, “that’s not the point.”
“mhm,” rolling your eyes, “i think it’s exactly the—”
he’s cutting you off with a kiss, lips full on yours, tongue licking against your own. you’re taking the lead back from him before he can really register that it’s happening, your hands sliding under his dress. fully intending to kiss him dizzy, overwhelm him with your touch.
if he’s done this for you then you’re going to enjoy it how you want, delighting in how he whines against you when your nails tickle against his thigh. sucking on his tongue when you pull back, loving the way his lips chase after yours, not wanting the kiss to end.
he’s huffing against you, frustrated that you’ve pulled back and just when he’s about to open his mouth to verbalise that frustration; you’re leaning in to give a series of pecks to his lips. enough so he can’t talk, especially since he’s returning each one like he can’t help himself.
satoru’s cock twitches when your fingers drag up his inner thigh and back down, needy moan leaving him at your touch moving further away from his aching erection. biting into his lip to somewhat suppress the sounds he’s making when your mouth trails down his neck, sucking and nipping at his flushed skin.
for a moment he thought he was going to get to tease you a little more but he’s falling apart in your hands, his little outfit clearly getting to you more than he thought it would. his eyes glazing over as he just lets you do what you want to him, enjoying it far too much to even think about stopping you.
you’re being mean though, hands never touching his dick, only groping at his thighs, hips. even slipping up to drag down his abs but never where he wants you most. he’s so worked up, beyond horny and somehow touch deprived despite all of the touching you’re doing.
stepping on your tippy toes, you lean in to purr low against his ear, “you look really cute in your dress, satoru~” hand moving higher than it has the whole time, grazing the hem of his underwear.
and he’s curling forwards into you, pitiful whimper leaving him as he cums prematurely into the fabric of his boxers. cock jerking as he moans into you, annoyed that he’s cum so soon but still enjoying the bliss of an orgasm. he can’t believe he’s finished without you even touching him directly.
“did you cum already?” you coo, “satoru… that’s a little embarrassing.”
he's so flushed, embarrassed and completely turned on, “i’m fucking you until you cry,” he grumbles, throwing you over his shoulder and walking away with you.
begging spider-man! gojo to use his webs on you ⊹ ࣪ ˖
You never meant to accidentally walk in on your boyfriend like this. The suit was tight around his skin, at least of what was left of it. Until now, you were oblivious to his separate life.
“Sweets.” His voice quivered, terrified of your reaction.
This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out. With him half naked and beat up with his blue suit on the ground torn to shreds. Then, it all suddenly clicked. The way his lean build suddenly turned into one of a gym bro, his lack of glasses, or the way he had more stamina during sex when he could barely even go past one round.
Even as he explained everything to you and apologized for not telling you sooner, you couldn’t even focus. Because one thing you’ve been wanting to try out in bed was to be tied up. But the thought of rope scratching at your skin made the whole fantasy iffy for you.
With his webs, it’d be more comfortable, right?
“Didn’t know you were this freaked out.” Satoru said from behind you, caressing your bare back softly. “Wish I told you way before if I had known about your little wet dreams.” He grabbed onto both your arms, putting them behind your back. With a flick of his wrist, webs shot out, landing right on your wrists. The substance was sticky, making it incredibly difficult to pull apart. You bit back a smile that was wanting to creep up on your face, looking behind your shoulder to see the way your boyfriend was red in the face.
He was obviously into this too.
“Shit..” He panted, slurping at your cunt. “I regret not hah, not tying you to the bed frame. You’re squirming too much baby.” His hands were gripping hard onto your thighs, dragging you closer to his mouth. “Am I?” You grinned, trying your best to break free from the webs so he could do it all over again.
Satoru delivered a spank right onto your right ass cheek, his words coming out muffled no thanks to his face drowning in you. “Stop moving.” His tongue licked stripes up to your clit, writing out his initials with it.
Your moans eventually got louder after he inserted two fingers into you, curling just right. “Sweets, I’m serious.. Quiet down, we don’t want another warning.” Not even last week had the neighbors filed a report on you both because of the pornographic noises and the bed banging onto the wall. “I’m sorry..” You sobbed, continuing to squirm under him.
With a sigh, Satoru pulled away from your pussy, carefully turning you over. He placed his lips on yours in a firm kiss before shooting his webs right on your mouth.
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but it's not his fault, okay? eating your pussy just shuts his brain off. like his whole fucking body just relax. it's the only time he's not thinking about shit. just warmth and wet and you.
and he's down there for hours so yeah he gets sleepy. your thighs are so soft around his head he can't hear anything outside them. just the wet little sounds and your breathing. your smell is all over his face and he loves it. loves sucking your clit slow and lazy, tongue flat and heavy. groaning into you just to feel you shake.
he already made you cum twice. he's on his knees on the floor, face pressed into you so deep his nose is smushed against your pubic bone, drool and your slick all down his chin. you're gripping his hair tight, grinding down on his mouth.
fuck you're so close.
right there right there right there—
his tongue slows.
his jaw goes slack.
huh?
he fell asleep already.
mouth still open. lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking weakly. letting out soft little snores.
it's okay. you already got permission. he said you can use his face to get off if he ever fall asleep.
so just grab his hair and ride his face until you cum. use his nose, his tongue, whatever. he's out cold. won't wake up until you're shaking.
you'll never see it cumming ft. multiple blue lock men
・❥・what "unexpected" kinks do the blue lock men keep to themselves?
ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi, reo, isagi
itoshi sae
it's fair play to assume sae is a stone-cold dom who fucks like he plays, precise and efficient and completely without feeling. and whilst that's mostly true nobody sees the validation. the praise kink coming, specifically the way it's directed outward. he doesn't need to hear that he's good. he needs to hear that you are. he wants to watch you come apart while he tells you exactly how well you're taking him, and it's the closest thing to tenderness he lets himself have.
"good girl. just like that. you're doing so well." it comes out low and even, like he's narrating something clinical instead of fucking you senseless, but the words land differently coming from sae. he doesn't say anything he doesn't mean. when he calls you his good girl with his cock buried to the hilt and his thumb pressed flat against your clit, it hits like a reward you've been starving for without knowing it.
sae completely unravels if you run your fingers through his hair during sex. not pulling, not rough. just slow, gentle threading through those pink strands while he's stuffed between your thighs. the first time you did it without thinking, he went still for a full three seconds. then he pressed his face into your neck, hips stuttering and he ended up fucking you harder than he ever had before, without a single word of explanation.
he will never bring it up (god forbid his ego). if you mention it afterward he'll give you the most withering look in existence and leave the room. but the next time you're in bed together, his head will drift toward your hand automatically, like an orbit he can't help.
itoshi rin
rin's whole sex drive is built around eye contact. he cannot get off properly if you're looking away from him. it's not romantic, it's territorial. he wants to watch the exact moment your expression breaks, wants to see you go from composed to absolutely wrecked, wants that evidence pinned to him specifically. he will grip your jaw and tilt your face back toward his if you turn away.
"look at me." not a suggestion. never a suggestion with rin.
rin also has an obsession with your hands. the way they grip the sheets. the way they press against his chest when he's too deep. the way they shake when he's got you too close to the edge to think straight. he watches your hands like they're telling him everything you won't say out loud, and he'll pin them above your head not just to dominate you (that too though), but because he wants them where he can see them. he wants to know what your body is doing to cope with him.
if you scratch down his back he will make a feral sound. low and sharp and involuntary. it surprises him more than it surprises you, and he will absolutely punish you for it by slowing down to an agonising pace until you're begging and crying and promising things you're not sure you can actually deliver.
size fixation goes both ways with rin. he wants to feel how much bigger he is than you, wants to wrap his whole hand around your wrist and feel the overlap, wants to crowd you into a wall and notice how you have to tilt your head back just to see his face. but he also wants you to feel it. wants to hear you say it's too much. wants you gasping you're too big, rin, it's too much, i can't, because something feral in him responds to that confirmation.
"s'too much?" he'll ask, voice calm, jaw tight, hips not stopping. "you'll take it."
michael kaiser
this guy presents as the most obvious dom in any room he enters and that's exactly what he wants you to think. he is loud, he is dramatic, he loves performing power, and it's not a lie, he is dominant, but what you don't clock until you're actually in bed with him is the service kink buried underneath all of it.
he wants to wreck you so thoroughly that you are completely non-functional. that's the goal. your pleasure isn't a vehicle for his ego, it's the actual destination. he will spend 45 minutes between your thighs with his fingers and his mouth, cataloguing exactly what makes you sob, and he will look like he's winning a championship the entire time. chin wet. completely satisfied with himself in a way that has nothing to do with his own orgasm.
"you're close, aren't you, schatz. look at you. so desperate for it." smug as hell. when you finally cum he looks at you like he just scored a hat trick.
kaiser cannot handle silence. he needs noise, specifically your noise. moans, whimpers, broken little syllables of his name, even just the sound of you breathing too hard. if you go quiet while he's fucking you he will take it personally and do something about it immediately, angle differently, press his thumb somewhere devastating, lean down and talk filth directly into your ear just to pull a reaction out of you. silence feels like losing. he refuses to lose.
despite all the ego there's definitely an underlying praise kink. if you call him perfect at the right moment, if you look up at him with glossy eyes and say you feel so good, michael, you're perfect, something in his chest does something embarrassing and his thrusts go from controlled to desperate in about four seconds.
he will immediately do something to reset the power balance. but both of you definitely aint forgetting that.
seishiro nagi
nagi basically functions like a sleeper agent. you'll assume he's lazy in bed because he's lazy everywhere else. ironically bed is one of the few things in life that has managed to hold his genuine attention, and the calculation changes completely.
nagi has a breeding kink. not the performed, dirty-talk version. the quiet, unsettling, completely sincere version where he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses himself inside you slow and deep and tells you in that flat, half-asleep voice that you should stay just like this. something about the way he says it makes it clear he's not joking.
he doesn't dirty talk much but when he does it comes out calm and matter-of-fact in a way that is somehow ten times more devastating than if he'd shouted it. "you feel so good. want to stay inside you." said with the same energy as commenting on the weather.
he also has an oral fixation that extends to you specifically. he will put your fingers in his mouth, press his lips to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the inside of your wrist. not aggressively, not biting hard, just, he likes having something in his mouth, and apparently that's you now. he'll suck lazy marks into your skin while you're trying to have a normal conversation and seem completely unbothered by your reaction.
during sex nagi goes slow and deep rather than fast. he grinds. slowly. absolutely maddening. and he watches your face with those heavy-lidded eyes like he has nowhere else to be and nowhere he'd rather look, and the combination of his total unhurried attention and how full you feel is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
he will not stop until you've cum at least twice. not out of performance, not out of ego. purely because he finds your orgasms interesting and wants to keep watching them happen.
reo mikage
reo reads as soft and romantic and perfectly gentle, and he is genuinely all of those things, but underneath all the silk and decorum there is something that has been held tightly for too long, and the moment he's in private with someone he trusts, it needs to come loose.
reo responds to being edged like nothing else. if you bring him close and pull back, close and pull back, his composure cracks layer by layer in a way that is almost uncomfortable to witness. by the third time he's crying without meaning to, hands fisted in the sheets, his whole carefully constructed version of himself just gone.
"please." reo begging. reo, who has never needed anything in his material life, saying please with his face wet and his cock flushed and his whole body shaking. it does something irreversible to you.
reo loves scent. not in a strange way, in a completely obsessive territorial way. he wants to smell like you and he wants you to smell like him. he'll pull you against his chest after sex and press his face into your hair and just breathe, and if you're wearing a piece of his clothing he will short-circuit quietly in a way he is absolutely not equipped to put into words.
the caretaking runs both ways. he wants to take care of you, feed you, run your bath, wrap you in something warm. but he also crumbles if you take care of him. if you hold his face in your hands and tell him he's done enough, something that has been held very tightly for a very long time just lets go.
yoichi isagi
isagi's whole energy is earnest and trying-hard and slightly overwhelmed by his own feelings, and that carries into the bedroom in the most endearing and then immediately not-endearing way. he will look at you like you're a puzzle he is devoted to solving, and then solve it very, very thoroughly.
as we all know he has a thigh fixation and nobody quite clocks how specific it gets in practice. he will push your thighs together around his cock before he's even inside you and grind against the pressure with his eyes rolled back, one hand splayed across your hip to keep the angle, and the sounds he makes during this are the most embarrassing thing about him. entirely involuntary. no composure whatsoever.
if you're wearing shorts or a skirt he will lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence. he will put his hand on your thigh during completely non-sexual situations and have to excuse himself from the conversation.
isagi responds to being watched, not in a performative exhibitionist way, but specifically he wants you to watch his face. he wants to know you're paying attention to what he looks like when he lets go. he doesn't understand why this matters to him so much but if you cup his face in your hands while he's fucking you and just look at him, his thrusts go sloppy and his voice goes soft and he sounds genuinely wrecked in a way he never planned for.
"is it… does it feel…" he'll ask, halfway through, needing the verbal confirmation that this is good, that you're here, that he's doing well. that you see him.
and then there's the competitive edge, which ironically isnt that surprising. if he thinks you're not fully undone yet he will take it as a personal challenge. eyes sharp, jaw set, the same expression he gets when he's losing a match and decides he's going to fix it. he will not stop. whatever you need to get there, he is committed.
an: first multi character post ts was so hard but also kinda fun idk man. uhh yeah thats all i got. PLEASE FLOOD MY INBOX </3
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