#saint.anonymous

gojo dutifully stands by your side and lets you handle the situation. he couldn’t care less about the other person, but gojo pays close attention to you, watching the anger blaze in your eyes and listening to the venom that seeps into your voice. he wonders if it's fucked up how much he enjoys seeing you like this.

he's snapped out of his thoughts when you turn your back on the person you were just chewing out and mutter a brief "satoru, let's go," before you stomp off, trusting that gojo will follow.

and he does. he's just a step behind you, but as soon as gojo thinks you're far enough away, he loops a large hand around your wrist and tugs you in the direction of the nearest semi-private area, which happens to be a deserted hallway.

before you can say anything, gojo immediately crowds into your space and curls his body around yours. a grunt automatically escapes you when your back makes contact with the wall.

"satoru, what are you doing?" you sharply say, still irritated from the encounter that just took place. you place your palms on his chest, ready to push him off to give you some room to breathe, but he is quick to grab one of your wrists and guide your hand lower.

your breath hitches when your hand brushes against gojo’s clothed erection. he’s so fucking hard. a moan falls from his lips when you give his cock a firm squeeze through his pants.

“shit,” gojo curses, ducking his head down until his lips graze the shell of your ear. a startled gasp leaves you when you suddenly feel one of gojo’s hand snake between your thighs as the other slides up beneath your shirt. “you’re so hot when you’re mad, baby.”

the first time it happens is when you're getting into a heated argument with someone in public. they're totally losing their fucking cool, but you manage to keep it classy and stay composed- for the most part, at least. iwaizumi can tell you're fucking pissed based on the tight clench of your jaw and the narrowing of your brows. he thinks about stepping in, but the warning glare you send his way makes him think twice about it. he decides to stay out of the argument going on, but remains close- ready to intervene if necessary. but it looks like he won't have to because it's obvious you have the situation under control.

iwaizumi's arousal is slow to creep up on him, and he's shocked when he realizes his dick is half-hard. he tries to think not-sexy thoughts to will his boner away, but you're right in front of him, looking like you're absolutely in your element calmly chewing this person to bits and pieces with your words, and his boner only gets worse and more prominent through his shorts. 

he needs to leave now. 

“babe, let’s go,” he says, interjecting himself into the conversation for the first time. 

you twist your neck his way, a heavy frown on your lips and a deep crease between your brows. you want to tell iwaizumi just a second, but the urgency in his voice persuades you otherwise. besides, you’re done wasting your time and energy on an asshole. 

you don’t spare another glance at the person in front of you, leaving them sputtering in indignation as you loop your arm through iwaizumi’s and walk away from them.

now that your attention is fully on iwaizumi, you can’t help but notice how much he’s fidgeting, which is incredibly unlike him.

“hajime, is there something wrong?” you ask, stopping in your tracks. you step in front of him to get a good look at his face. your irritation has melted away, replaced with only concern for your boyfriend.

iwaizumi appreciates the level of care and attention you never fail to show him, loves it, in fact, but his ears go red with embarrassment from your perceptiveness.

your eyes scan over his features, searching for a clue that would explain iwaizumi’s behavior, but all you find is a light flush that settles over his cheeks. it’s only when your gaze drops further that you’ve found your answer.

“oh.” 

iwaizumi’s ears go redder. 

he turns his head to the side, unable to meet your eyes at the moment. “you’re hot when you’re mad,” iwaizumi admits, offering that up as an explanation for his apparent hard-on. he mentally prepares himself for your reaction, slightly worried that you’ll take offense to him getting turned on by you getting mad.

“really?” 

you don’t sound upset, more so curious, and iwaizumi cautiously turns his head to face you. you’re already looking at him, a relatively neutral expression in place. he takes that as a good sign.

“really,” he confirms. 

you go quiet for a moment, breaking eye-contact with iwaizumi to stare at his dick. the tips of his ears are probably bright-red by now. “stop doing that,” he quietly demands, all too aware that you’re in a fucking public area. granted, there’s no one really around right now, but still.

iwaizumi’s surprised by the lust clouding your eyes when you meet his gaze again.

“we’re going home now.”

“w-what?” iwaizumi says, confused by your sudden statement. you begin to drag him off in the direction of your car with a strength he didn’t know you possessed.

“well, i’m not fucking you here, so we need to go home. or at least, we need to make it the car,” you say like it’s obvious.

“it’s broad daylight,” iwaizumi hisses. “we’re not fucking in the car where people could see us.”

“okay, so home, then,” you conclude. you suddenly stop and turn around, almost making iwaizumi bump into you. you place your hands on his biceps, lightly squeezing his firm muscles. you look at him with your lips stretched into a cheeky smile. “after all, we need to take care of your not-so-little problem, don’t we?” you say, eyeing his clothed cock. 

your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and iwaizumi swears that one day, you’ll be the death of him.

But, you’re happy in your relationship. Really happy. As fucking cheesy as it sounds, something about Oikawa brings out the best in you. He makes you strive to be a better person every day, and you can’t help but thank your lucky stars that he’s yours just as much as you’re his.

He’s changed a lot from what you remember of your third year of high school, but one thing that’s never changed is the fact that Oikawa is, objectively, attractive. His years as a professional volleyball player have only done him well. His skin is tanned and sun-kissed from the many hours spent under the blazing Argentinian sun playing volleyball on the country’s beautiful beaches. All of the training he’s done for his sport has honed his athletic physique: strong and firm muscles cover every inch of his body. Despite that, Oikawa- at his core- is pretty.

Sure, your boyfriend is hot and handsome and cute and more, but he’s always been pretty to you. With brown, messy (but not so messy it could be considered unkept) windswept hair, warm brown eyes to match, and a smile that reveals rows of teeth that sparkle in the light, Oikawa could have easily been a model if he wasn’t a professional volleyball player. The occasional magazine covers he’s done for promotional purposes prove you correct.

Given how pretty Oikawa normally is, it makes perfect sense to you that he- of all people- would look pretty while crying.

It takes time to get to that point. Taking Oikawa apart is a tedious process. He doesn’t like to behave, always putting up some semblance of a fight for power until you make him submit to you. He makes you work for it every time. You find that you don’t mind his bratty behavior. It’s cute. You adore Oikawa and how he tries to fight you for dominance, even though you both know it’s all pretend and that in the end, he’ll submit. He always does.

Honestly, it’s unfair how pretty Oikawa looks when he cries. If you were a lesser person, you’d be jealous of him. Instead, you’re filled with warmth by the fact that you’re the only person who gets to see Oikawa like this. You’re the only person that gets to take Oikawa apart until he’s crying from pleasure. The trust and faith he has in you overwhelm you with affection specifically reserved for the man.

“More, more, more,” Oikawa slurs, pleading with you. His kiss-bitten, pouty lips warble as you work your hand over his cock: slow and steady like you’ve been doing for the past half hour or so. Oikawa tries to rut into your touch, but you push his hips down back to the mattress to keep him in place. He could probably overpower you if he really wanted to, but he’s so pliant- not moving more than he’s allowed to.

“More what, Tooru?” A furrow develops between your brows as you fake confusion. He nearly sobs when your hand on his cock slows down even more, almost coming to a complete stop, so you can hear his answer.

“I need it faster, please, please, please. Wanna cum.” Your breath hitches when Oikawa looks up at you. Shiny translucent tears paint his eyelashes dark as he softly pants. Redness colors his chest, which heaves up and down with every breath of his. The tears coating his eyelashes threaten to fall down his cheeks, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a sight so beautiful.

You could tease Oikawa for a little longer if you wanted to, really draw it out for the stunt he pulled earlier today in public, but then he starts sniffling, oh so cutely, and you cave in. You’ve always been a sucker for him.

“Oh fuck. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Oikawa babbles as your hand around his shaft speeds up so fast that Oikawa’s hips jerk instinctively. His back arches off of your shared bed as he ruts his hips into your hold, fucking your fist to the fast-paced rhythm he’s set. His dick glides against your palm, filling the room with the distinctive wet sound of skin against skin. Oikawa cums with a loud cry- arching his back completely off the mattress- when you run your thumb over his sensitive slit, effectively pushing him over the edge. Fat tears stream down his reddened cheeks as you guide him through his orgasm. You reach out with your clean hand to wipe the stray droplets away before they can drip down his chin and lean in to press a loving kiss to his lips.

Yeah, you think, Oikawa really is a pretty crier.

it had slipped your mind that prior to starting your work, you had told gojo to find some way to occupy himself. you absentmindedly gave him permission to use any toys he saw fit to play with, as long as he kept himself busy long enough for you to complete your work. it was imperative for you to get this shit done as soon as possible, especially since the deadline for it was fast-approaching. eyes trailing down his lanky frame, it appears that he decided on using a dildo and a vibrating cock ring to play with.

to you, gojo always looks pretty, but when lost in the throes of pleasure, gojo looks beautiful. kneeling on the hardwood floor, his head hangs low between his arms, which shakily support his weight. his skin is flushed the sweetest shade of red, a noticeable contrast to his usual pale complexion. his cock hangs heavy between his thighs and the low mechanical buzzing echoing throughout the room clues you into the vibrating cock ring that must be firmly snug around the base of his length. the faltering rise and fall of his hips grants you a glimpse of the dildo lodged into his ass, his favorite to play with.

your heart flip flops in your chest when gojo raises his head, as if he could feel your gaze on him, and meets your eyes. oh. your poor kitty has tears in his eyes, a testament to how long you’ve left him to his own devices.

you quickly glance back at the tabs you have pulled up on your desktop, you’re nearly finished with your work. the rest can wait, you think as you push yourself up from your chair. gojo’s teary eyes glimmer when you kneel on the floor beside him.

“m’poor kitty,” you murmur, brushing aside the sweaty strands of hair that have fallen onto gojo’s forehead. he leans into your touch, whimpering when your nails drag against the base of his sensitive ears. “you’ve been so good for me, haven’t you? such a good, patient boy.”

he preens under the praise, his tail loosely curls around your wrist as you gently pet him. “please,” gojo croaks, “need to cum.”

you laugh, soft and airy, as you move your hand from his head to caress his cheek. you thumb away the tears that line his long pretty lashes. “haven’t you cum enough, kitty?”

your eyes drop down to the mess between his legs. drops of white are splattered all over his thighs and stomach, even leaking onto the floor beneath him. he must have orgasmed over and over again while you were busy at your desk. greedy little kitty.

“no,” gojo whines. his dick is painfully hard, an endless stream of precum beads at the tip while the continuously vibrating cock-ring lies snug at the base. his hips haven’t ceased moving once as rides the dildo he stuck on the floor earlier. the angle he’s at has the plastic cock prodding at his prostate with each thrust of his. “need you to touch me. want you to make me cum. please.”

maybe, you’re too soft on gojo, but he sounds so cute when he uses his manners and asks nicely for you to touch him. “i’ll only help you cum once, satoru,” you relent. his body jerks when your fingers wrap around his cock. it’s already so much, his cock is so overly sensitive from cumming so many times with the cock-ring on that when you first stroke his length, gojo nearly sobs.

“more, more, more,” gojo begs, bucking his hips in search of more of your touch. you gently shush him and lightly run your fingers along the length of his spine when his head falls against your collarbones.

“i got you, kitty.” your palm is slick with his sweat and cum, making it easy to jerk him off. he is so sensitive, it’s cute. every movement of your hand elicits such a visceral reaction from gojo. soft hiccups and moans slip past his lips as you press kisses into his hairline.

his hands tightly fist the material of your shirt and a watery moan, louder than any of the previous ones, tears its way out of his throat when your thumb passes over the divot of his cock-head.

“fuck, ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming,” he babbles as his hips shake uncontrollably. you ease him through his orgasm, jerking him off until his whimpers begin to sound pained rather than pleasured. you quickly turn off the cock-ring and gently ease it off of him once his dick softens enough.

“thank you for being good for me, satoru,” you softly say. you quietly giggle when he only nuzzles his face into your collarbones further. he’s still tired right now, boneless from all the orgasms he’s endured. later, when he has more energy, you’re confident he’ll go back to being the menace you unfortunately adore.

You set down your phone onto your nightstand as Nanami crosses the length of the room in a few broad steps. He watches your eyes follow the movement of his hand, loosening the tie around his and undoing the top few buttons of his dress shirt. He slowly rolls up his sleeves to his elbow before sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Hello, darling.”

He places a calloused hand on your knee, the gold wedding band on his ring finger glints in the lamplight. The warmth of his palm bleeds into your skin. He’s discarded his glasses already, granting you an uninhibited view of his eyes.

“I missed you today,” you hum against Nanami’s lips when he leans in for a kiss. The hand on your knee shifts a little higher and settles around mid-thigh as Nanami deepens the kiss. Your arms curl around his neck, fingers toying with the blond strands of hair at the base of his neck.

The bed dips below you as you shift your weight around, spreading your knees apart to make room for your husband to crawl between them. You quietly moan into Nanami’s mouth when he drags a thick finger along your clothed cunt. Through the damp material, he can tell how worked up you’re already getting.

“I missed you, too,” he says into your skin as he kisses down your neck. He removes his hand from its place between your thighs to help rid you of your borrowed t-shirt. He wets his lips with his tongue before wrapping them around your nipple. One of his large hands moves to knead the fat of your neglected breast with his palm, his fingers gently tweaking your nipple until the bud is hardened. You arch your back and place a hand on the back of Nanami’s head to keep him right where he is.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you breathe out, tossing your head back against the headboard. Nanami hums around your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through your system. After he’s satisfied with his work, he moves to your other breast to lavish it in the same amount of attention with his tongue.

“You make such pretty noises, love.”

A soft groan slips past your parted lips as Nanami moves down your body until his face is settled right in front of your clothed pussy. He wastes no time in stripping you of your slickened panties. He smoothes his hand over your soft thighs, leaving a trail of kisses up them until he’s face-to-face with your bare, dripping cunt.

It’s embarrassing how intent Nanami looks at your pussy. He’s close enough that you can feel his exhales ghost against your lips, causing you to clench around nothing. You move your head to the side, burying your face into the pillow to tear your gaze away from your husband, who looks like he’s ready to eat you whole.

A not-so-gentle nip to your inner thigh has you yelping. You tilt your head to meet Nanami’s eyes, a displeased expression gracing his face.

“Don’t hide, love. I want you to watch as I eat this pretty pussy out.”

He wraps his strong arms around the thick of your thighs, the corded muscles of his upper arms strain against the seams of his button-up. With his eyes on yours, he licks a fat stripe along the slit of your pussy, collecting your slick onto his tongue. The heady taste of you, sweet and sharp, overwhelms Nanami’s senses. It’s something that he craves, something that he is sure he will never be able to get enough of. He wouldn’t mind spending forever between your thighs if you allowed him.

Your fingers move to entwine themselves in the blond strands of Nanami’s hair as he begins to eat you out in earnest. The heat in your stomach starts to steadily build with each heavy stroke of his tongue. You moan and arch your back off the bed when he licks over your clit. Pleasure crackles all throughout your body, right underneath your skin. The sweet sound has Nanami focusing all his attention on your clit, harshly sucking and licking until your vision nearly goes white as hot pleasure crashes over you.

You try to roll your hips up, but Nanami’s arms keep you restrained as he eats you out through your orgasm. He eases his mouth off of you, kissing around your inner thighs when you whine from the overstimulation. You run your fingers through his hair, pushing any unruly strands away from his forehead.

“Welcome home again, Kento.” 

A smile plays on your lips as you peer down at your husband. He pushes himself up and leans in to capture your lips in a kiss. Your smile grows a little wider, you can taste yourself on his tongue.

“A welcome home, indeed,” he murmurs into your mouth.

finally, he gives into the thoughts that have been lingering in the back of his mind from the moment you were assigned as his junior- thoughts that only intensified with time. nanami takes the first step, knowing that you would never be the one to cross that line.

and it takes you a moment to overcome your shock that nanami reciprocates your feelings. you’re left dazed, basking in his attention and the kisses he lavished your skin in, but worry seeps into your mind. he feels you tense up, and nanami immediately stops, gazing at you with a concerned expression. when you avert your gaze and shyly confide in him that you’re a virgin, the blazing, almost blinding, desire that once fueled nanami simmers into a warm heat as he sobers in light of your admission. he nearly got caught up in the moment.

with gentle, calloused hands, he angles your chin to face him and tells you that “we’ll take things at your pace.”

honestly, you don’t know what you expected of your first time laying in bed with another to be like, but nanami exceeds any and all expectations you had.

he’s so attentive that it’s almost embarrassing. sure, you’ve had his attention directed at you before (you’re his protégé, after all), but in this context? it’s entirely different.

his focus never strays from you as he catalogues every noise you make, every reaction you have in response to his actions. he drinks it all in, watching as your face twists in pleasure and little huffs of air leave your kiss-bitten lips as he curls his fingers inside of you. if nanami thought you were breath-taking in battle, he thinks your beauty is almost other-worldly as you lie beneath him, splayed out on his sheets and writhing in pleasure.

it makes his jaw clench.

when he finally deems you ready, your hole nice and stretched out from his fingers, nanami feels his composure begin to unravel as he pushes the head of his cock inside of you.

you’re tight.

your insides are warm and wet, and nanami almost feels like he’s a virgin from how worked up he’s getting just from having the tip of his cock inside of you. as much as he wants to give in and fuck you with reckless abandon, nanami exercises restraint.

he intends your first time to be pleasurable for you.

he takes it slow, almost agonizingly slow. you want him, all of him, but despite your whines and protests for nanami to go faster, he continues at the same steady pace.

it is torturous.

but the praise that nanami rewards you with for your patience makes it worth it. it’s almost too much for you. you’re not unaccustomed to being on the receiving end of nanami’s praise. when you’ve done well in exorcising a curse or executing a certain technique you’ve been practicing, nanami will give you a sharp nod and tell you “good job.” it never fails to make heat crawl up your neck as you manage to squeak out a “thank you, nanami!”

a simple “good job” from nanami was enough to fluster you. a grunted “you’re doing so good, sweetheart. you feel so tight around my cock, relax. relax, i got you,” from nanami as he slowly fucks into you, rocking his hips until he’s bottomed out inside of you, and you can feel every curve and vein of his cock is almost enough to make you cum on the spot.

A full-body tremor wracks through Miwa as she sinks down onto her end of the double-sided dildo.

“Go slow, Kasumi,” you gently chide, “You could hurt yourself if you go too fast.”

You give a tight squeeze to her waist- a warning that Miwa should be more careful. Your eyes drop to the area where the dildo’s disappeared inside of Miwa’s cunt before flickering back to her face.

“I’m surprised you were able to take it so easily considering I didn’t prep you as much as I usually do beforehand,” you comment, dragging your hands up Miwa’s side. 

Redness blooms across Miwa’s cheeks. You say that like you didn’t eat her out until she came on your tongue or stretch out her pussy with three of your fingers to prepare her to take the dildo with relative ease. 

“You-ahh- prepped me well,” Miwa assures you, voice shaky from her embarrassment, even though she knows there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. A gasp interrupts her in the middle of her sentence, and she sinks even deeper onto the double-sided dildo. 

Your hands have moved from their place on her waist to her breasts, palming at the mounds of flesh. Miwa’s always been rather shy about her chest, but you never fail to lavish the area with loving attention. Miwa whines when your nimble fingers tweak her sensitive nipples- a fact that you take full advantage of. You roll the buds between your forefingers, lightly tugging on them until they’re hardened peaks. 

“You like that, angel?” you coo before ducking your head to mouth at Miwa’s breast, not giving her an opportunity to respond to your question. Her hands fly to the tops of your shoulders, which act as the support that she desperately needs right now. 

Her hips buck forward, her pussy sucking the silicone cock deeper. 

The double-sided dildo is not exceptionally long, mainly because you wanted to start off with something small and manageable to ease Miwa into the experience. She’s thankful you agreed upon something of this size because the larger double-sided dildos nearly made Miwa’s eyes bulge out in terror. She couldn’t wrap her head around how some of the longer double-sided dildos could actually fit inside of someone’s hole.

But the one you and Miwa are using is a nice, un-intimidating size with a girth that pleasantly stretches her warm and wet walls and a length that fills her cunt entirely. It’s her first time ever using a dildo. She didn’t expect it to feel so good.

That feeling is only enhanced when Miwa feels your pussy rub against hers. Miwa whimpers at the immediate jolt of pleasure that floods her system at the simple action. Miwa’s dark blue eyes fall to meet yours. Your mouth is occupied, attached to her breast as your tongue flicks at her hyper-sensitive nipple, but you release the swollen bud with a wet pop of your lips.

“Does that feel good, Kasumi? Do you like it when my pussy touches yours?”

You place your hands on the curve of Miwa’s waist, allowing her a glimpse of what’s going on between you. Miwa feels like she’s lost the ability to breathe properly when she takes in the erotic sight. 

The part of the dildo that’s not engulfed by either of your pussies is glossy- covered in a wet sheen of your shared juices and lube. If that wasn’t enough, your hips move up and down your end of the dildo in slow thrusts, fucking yourself onto the plastic cock with practiced ease. Miwa sharply inhales when your pussy brushes against hers again. 

“Feels so good,” she shakily exhales, pushing her hips forward until her pubic bone bumps yours.

“That right, pretty baby?” you say with a slight tilt of your head sideways as if you don’t quite believe Miwa. An amused exhale escapes you when Miwa vigorously nods, quick to reaffirm her answer. “Feels good for me, too.”

The slow and steady rolls of your hips contrast greatly with the increasingly frenzied thrusts of Miwa’s. Her movements are laced with a certain line of desperation as she chases the delicious friction inside and outside of her pussy.

The dildo pounds deep within Miwa’s sopping hole- her clit catching on its ridges with each drag of her hips. The space between you fills with wet sounds with the squelching of your dripping pussies fucking back and forth onto the double-sides dildo.

The friction becomes overwhelming for Miwa.

“I’m cumming,” she cries, arching her back and pressing her cunt as tightly as possible to yours. She screws her eyes shut at the sheer intensity of her orgasm. It’s only when her climax has ended that she peels them open once more.

To her surprise, you’re still fucking yourself onto the silicone cock you’re sharing. Miwa’s hips start to move again, guided by your encouraging hands on her waist.

“Keep on moving, baby. It feels good when you drag it out,” you tell her, and Miwa trusts that what you’re saying is true. Even if she didn’t, it looks like she’ll be finding out for herself soon enough.

she lies beneath you, back supported by an array of fluffy pillows that decorate your large bed and head leaned against the sturdy, wooden headboard of your expensive bed frame as you ride her into oblivion.

miwa thinks she might have died and gone to heaven.

“you’re doing so good for me, baby,” you coo down at her, dragging your palm over the curve of her jaw to draw her into a heated kiss. miwa whines against your lips, helpless to the hold you have over her. it’s like you have her under a spell- one that makes her want to do anything she can to please you.

at the sound of your praise, miwa’s cunt clenches around nothing and her hips instinctively buck up in search of any stimulation. her clit barely brushes against one of the many straps of the strap-on you bought for her, but the friction is enough to draw another mewl from her.

you swallow up the noise, smoothly sliding your tongue inside of miwa’s mouth and muffling the sound with your lips against hers as you continue bouncing yourself up and down her plastic cock.

miwa’s clumsy, fucking into you with reckless abandon as she tries to chase her own pleasure, but you think it’s so cute. and even though her rhythm is unsteady and her strokes are jerky, she still manages to make you feel good, which you make sure to let her know.

“you’re fucking me so well, kasumi. you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? my good girl,” you praise. a groan slips past your lips as you grind your clit against the firm material of the harness at the base of the dildo. the stimulation stokes the flames that rage in your lower stomach. “you make me feel so good. you’re the only one who makes me feel so good.”

more arousal gathers at the apex of miwa’s thighs, which is already a sticky, sopping mess. the wide, flat straps that intersect right where miwa’s clit is are drenched in her juices, soaked through with her arousal.

the thought that miwa is the only one who gets to see you like this, the only one who gets to make you feel like this, is enough to make her feel dizzy with desire.

you gasp when she ruts her hips, changing the angle of the cock inside of you to rub against your sweet spot. miwa’s desperate to make you cum as hard as you always make her, and it shows in her frenzied actions.

her clit catches on the strap of the harness with each rock of her hips, sparking pleasure throughout her body, and miwa chases that feeling down.

“i wanna make you cum. please. please. please,” miwa begs, nearly sobbing the pleas. she wants you to cum before she does because you always prioritize miwa’s pleasure before your own. for once, she wants the focus to be on you, and she wants to be the reason for your undoing.

“i’m so close, baby,” you moan, fucking yourself on miwa’s cock at a feverish pace. miwa can’t tear her eyes from your face as if she’s hypnotized. she’s the one responsible for the pleasure playing across your features. her hips move as if they have a mind of their own, meeting your controlled movements with erratic upward thrusts. “you’re going to make me cum, kasumi,” you breathlessly say, meeting her gaze with lidded eyes.

despite her best efforts, miwa can’t stave off her orgasm for much longer. the feeling of her clit rubbing against the hard straps of the harness and the view of you bouncing up and down her cock is too much for her to handle. miwa cums with a cry, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she rides out her orgasm.

it seems like the image of miwa climaxing is enough to push you over the edge because not long after, you join miwa with a final downward slam of your hips onto her cock.

dazedly, miwa watches as your expression screws up in pleasure, mouth forming an o as you cum because of her. miwa’s hips eventually come to a standstill as her focus shifts from her pleasure to yours. when you recover from your orgasm, you’re quick to lean in and press a soft kiss to the corner of miwa’s mouth, effectively knocking miwa out of her trance, before giving her a long, open-mouthed kiss on the lips, lazily tangling your tongues together.

you giggle when miwa chases after your lips when you pull away.

“you fucked me so well, miwa,” you softly compliment, moving her blue, lopsided bangs away from her forehead and affectionately brushing your nose against hers. she squeaks, and a blush erupts across her pale cheeks.

despite her flustered state, pride blooms in miwa’s chest. she’s happy that she could make you feel as good as you always make her feel.