#kogami

still, your mouth needed to be occupied, in order to keep yourself from biting on your lower lip. the tier was already split in the corner from a scuffle during the night’s assignment, and any amount of nipping would surely reopen the wound that had only just begun to stop throbbing. so, instead, you’d curled to your left, nuzzling your head against the pillow beneath it. the cotton was already damp with sweat, but you couldn’t help but take it between your teeth. it muffled your own whimpering, and brought you a mild amount of comfort as Kogami’s steady bucking of his hips rocked your bed, the legs scraping against the floorboards.

Kogami had perfected his strokes, whether he’d learned from fucking a thousand women before you or he was simply born with a gift for it, you didn’t really care to know. what you knew was that he was with you now, and that his thrusts were deep and slow and maddening. hilting himself in your guts, giving you a breath or two to really feel him throbbing inside you, and then withdrawing nearly to the point of the engorged, pink tip popping free of your clenching cunt before he would dive back in. and, when he was his deepest, he would grind himself into you, stirring his cock against your spongy, inner walls and nerves until you were mewling and arching and needy.

your tongue presses itself flat against the pillowcase, drawing a wad of it up into your mouth and suckling hard as your eyes roll happily— your legs wrapped around his waist trembled and tightened, your bare heels digging into his lower back to push him deeper, a silent plea for him not to pull out. you can taste the salt of your cocktailed perspiration in the fabric in your mouth, and it only heightens your senses, makes you more acutely aware of how deep he is in you.

Kogami groans, releasing both of your hands at once. once of his arms hooks just along the blade of your shoulder, his hand cupping the crook where your shoulder and neck meet from behind, and he pulls it back as flat against the bed as he can, demanding you pull away from the pillow and instead, lay flat for him to loom over again. “You’re close,” he murmured, amidst heavy panting. “And I don’t want you hiding like a little girl when you cum.” his free hand snakes along your chest, taking a moment to grope your jiggling breast as affectionately as possible, running his calloused thumb over the pebbled nipple, before his hand careens up the side of your neck and grasps your face. four fingers curl beneath your chin, stabilizing your head flush and back against the pillow, whilst his thumb runs along the shape of your couplet. first, the top, tracing your Cupid’s bow and gathering the beaded sweat that gathered along it. and then, swiping along your lower lip, being gentle against the gash in the corner. dark eyes fixed and lidded on your mouth as he traced it, his thin brows furrowed in pleasure. “I want you looking up at me.”

it was instinctual. the way your lips parted, and your teeth sank into the flesh of his thumb to pull it into your warm mouth. you couldn’t help yourself, not when he was offering it up so perfectly. and he didn’t resist your need to suck, he pushed the digit deeper until you sealed your lips around the knuckle. your tongue flattens out, and your teeth graze his salty skin. but, even as the delight of being fucked so deeply and his thumb crowding your mouth began to draw out a powerful, body-wracking orgasm, you didn’t look away. you locked your eyes with his, pouring every ounce of passion into the gaze that you could muster. your body had begun to tighten up, which in turn, was driving Kogami wild. a breathless grunt of approval falls from his lips when he feels your inner walls spasming, tightening around him, milking his aching cock for what he’s worth. his arm muscles bulge against your back, his fingers gripping your shoulder tight enough to leave faint, white marks beneath them, and his balls draw up tight, even as they smack against your ass. “Fuck,” he hissed again, this time with much less self control as he drives himself into you a few more times, right up until the moment he was about to lose all control, before he snarled and begrudgingly pulled out of you.

you trusted him, trusted his control, but you couldn’t help the whimper of disappointment that always escaped whenever he had to pull out of you to cum. of course, pregnancy was completely out of the question for two enforcers, but you had always wanted to know what it would feel like if he spilled inside you.