#togame

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls of the empty auditorium like a crescendo. Togame especially loved fucking you in the abandoned auditorium because the beautiful sounds that you made for him reverberated off the walls in such a way that made your voice carry and come straight back to his ears. Only serving to make him want you to make more. “Jo please, fuck, what if someone comes.” You whimper, the fear of being caught overwhelmed by the pleasure you were feeling from the snap of his hips.

“Then they’d get quite the show, wouldn’t they princes??” He chuckles, deep and breathy in your ear. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks in embarrassment at the thought of someone walking in on you both. Seeing Togame’s large hands gripping the plush of your waist, your body clad in nothing save for his Shishitoren jacket as he fucks you into the hard linoleum floors of the stage. His deep laughter hits your ear once more, his voice coming out in that slow drawl that always served to send a rush of heat to your cunt.

“But… judging by the way your pretty pussy just clamped down on me.. I’d say you wouldn’t mind that too much.. would you baby?”

His grin is lazy and full of mischief when he pulls away, looking down at you with half lidded eyes as he drags his cock back, leaving only the tip of himself still inside before slamming his full length back into you in one harsh thrust. He sets a brutal pace after that, effectively cutting off any argument you had against his words, corners of your vision going blurry from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. “Jo, fuck, please” You cry out, your voice carrying in the empty auditorium so loud it had you attempting to cover your mouth to conceal the noises you were making, afraid someone passing by would hear.

His eyes darken, hips ceasing all movement, as he looks down at you with a lifted eyebrow. You were quick to remove your hand, knowing how much he loved to hear you and knowing he would come to a full stop until he could hear you once more. “Jo, please, ‘m sorry please don’t stop” He smirks at the sound of your begging, your voice carrying once more. “Thats right doll, let me hear you. I don’t want you to hold back a single fucking sound do you understand that darling?”

The sounds of his hips slamming against yours, the noises falling from both of your lips and the squelching of your wetness as he fucks into you filling the room once more. “You hear that pretty girl? Hear how fucking wet you are for me? How sloppy your pretty cunt has gotten for me angel? So good pretty girl, so good for me, my only complaint is how wasteful it is to have you dripping like this without me down there to lap up every fucking drop of your sweetness princess.” He continues the snapping of his hips recklessly against yours. Your cries of his name egging him on every syllable you let out going straight to his cock. Sure you both could fuck in your shared bed, but where was the fun in that? Especially when the sounds you make for him echo so deliciously off these walls and only spur him on to see just how loud you could get for him.

You had brought this on yourself, you know you did, but how could you be expected to control yourself while on the back if his bike? The two of you had gone on a late night drive on his motorcycle, he always looked so sexy driving his bike, his large hands switching gears as he rested them on the handlebars. His thighs straddling the bike as he drives it with ease, weaving in and out of traffic, head tilting back every so often to make sure you were okay. It had started innocent enough, your hands placed on his chest to keep yourself steady as he drove, feeling his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. Rubbing up and down as you rested your cheek on his broad back.

But as you watched him drive, your hands slid farther south. He had given you a warning glance, one which you ignored as you let your hands continue to wander. The vibrations of the bikes engine spurring your movements. The only thing separating you from the leather were your panties, wearing a skirt that Hiragi had warned you “was not proper riding attire”. You feel his breath hitch as your hands slid to his thighs , inching closer to where a tent was starting to form in those tight pants he always wears. Your fingers eventually curled around his hardening member, the bike lurching as he was caught off guard.

That was what led you to where you were now, your hair wrapped around Hiragi’s fist, him using it as leverage to arch your back further towards him. The two of you pulled over to the side of the road in a more secluded wooded area as Hiragi has you bent over his bike, taking you from behind.

“You can never behave can you, pretty girl? Here I was just wanting to go on a nice ride with my girl, but someone couldn’t keep their hands to themselves could they?” Hiragi groans through gritted teeth. His eyes rolled back once more hearing his name slips past your lips hips bucking involuntarily as his cock head kisses your deepest parts.

Hiragi wasnt sure how much longer he would be able to remain his composure. His teeth sink into the crook of your neck, he cant control the roll of his hips at the words that slip from your lips. Cock throbbing in need. His hand is quick to slide to the inside of your thigh wishing he was able to see just how beautiful you were spread wide for him. He lets his fingers curl around your throat squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult, now using your throat as leverage to pull you back against him.

His sharp canines digging into the supple flesh of your neck as the thumb of his begins rubbing slow dragging circles against your puffy clit. “Take all of me princess, gonna fill you up so deep. Always so tight for me darling.” Cries of his name fall from your lips like a mantra, meeting his thrusts as best as you can, eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure. “I wanna come with you, Toma, please let me.” You whispered breathlessly as you reach the precipice of orgasm head fuzzy and thoughtless as your walls spasm around his cock.

Your release triggering his own as he paints your walls white. The two of you lean over the bike, attempting to catch your breaths. Hiragi slips from inside you, sliding your panties back in place, punctuating the action with a swift slap to your ass. “Now, lets see if we can finish this ride without me having to pull over again to take care of my needy girl, yeah?” He grins mounting the bike once more, both of you knowing this was far from over, anticipating what awaited you as you head back home.

He grins against your lips, head ducking down to take a hardened bud between his lips, tongue lolling against it, coming to a point to flick at the sensitive area before letting his teeth capture it. Pulling his head back to tug until releasing, pupils blows wide seeing the bounce of the plush flesh he was rewarded with. He was quick to give the other nipple the same treatment. Hands trailing from your ankles to your knees, forcing your legs apart further under his strong grip. He groans into your chest as he feels your hands on him hand making a trail up the inside of your thigh, thumb pressing against the hood of your clit before rubbing slow agonizing circles as he continues his attention to your nipples.

Fingers slipping from your center, he grips your panties by the waistband, expertly sliding them from your hips leaving you entirely bare before him. Fingers digging into the flesh of your ass he pulls your hips flush against his own giving an experimental roll of his hips, hardened cock rubbing against your center.

“Thats right my pretty little kitten, my perfect fucken princess.” He groaned against your skin, head ducking to your neck once more, teeth sinking into the delicate skin tongue soothing the area. Now that he was sunk completely in, he gives an experimental snap of his hips, your pleas guiding each motion of his hips. He picks up the pace, angling his hips just right to nudge that sensitive spot deep inside you.

“Go on princess wanna hear you say my name angel, bet you cant even finish it can you my pretty baby.” He teases against your skin, hips picking up their pace. His hands hook under your knees, pulling you until your ass was hanging off the desk, so he could lay you back, both of you so caught in your actions that you hadnt noticed the red light flashing on the soundboard of the desk he had laid you on in the announcement room.

He presses your knees to your chest now able to hit a much deeper angle. Groaning a long growl of your name and a slew of profanities as the sound of his hips meeting yours fills the room. “You hear that princess? How wet my cunt is for me angel, sounds like a fucken symphony kitten.” He groans against your skin, hips slamming into yours “Fuck Hajime, please, I’m close. Wanna come, please let me Daddy.”

The coil had been tight in his abdomen, but he would hold out, he wouldnt allow himself to fall over the edge before you had. He picks up the pace once more, thrusts growing sloppy under the pleasure. His thumb quickens its pace pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. “Go on on princess, come for me, wanna feel those pretty walls clamp down on my cock. Fuuck just like that kitten” His movements growing erratic as you both were nearing your highs.

Just as you were about to be thrown over the edge the sound of loud bangs on the door fill your ears, swiftly jerking you and Umemiya apart from each other. It was only moments later that you heard Hiragi’s exasperated voice ring out. “Umemiya you idiot the loudspeaker, its on you dumbass!!” Your eyes blown wide cheeks flusing deeply at the knowledge that the entore school had heard you both for gods knows how long. Umemiyas boisterous laughter is all that is heard before the intercom goes off. “Oopsies silly me, well I guess theres no question of who you belong to know is there, babygir?” The smirk that grazes his lips making you question if that was an accident at all.

“Are you outta your fucken mind?!” Comes Sakuras harsh whisper, his face a deep maroon, his lips pressed to your ear to keep the words between you both. “Hm?” You barely acknowledge him, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. As if you hadn’t just unbuckled his pants under the table at Kotoha’s restaurant. As if you weren’t currently sat across from Nirei, Suo, and Kiryu while pulling Sakura’s semi-hard cock from his pants. As if you weren’t wrapping your delicate fingers around his length, thumb swiping his tip to collect the precoma that was starting to bubble over the head of his cock.

“Are you alright Sakura?” Nirei asks innocently, unaware of what you were inflicting upon your poor shy boyfriend. Sakura’s eyes blow wide, the attention now on him, all while you never stopped your movements. Now pumping his length slowly, careful not to move your arm too much and reveal what you were doing. Sakura for once was grateful for Suo’s teasing, his words catching the attention of the other two males sat at the table with you both. “That’s our Sakura, always so bashful, he’s probably all flustered from sitting next to his girlfriend.” He claims his signature smile resting on his face. “Why don’t we go put in our orders, give poor Sakura some time to cool down, hm?” He says, standing the other two following him to the counter.

Sakura’s red face turns to yours sharply once they were out of earshot, grateful at least for the secluded corner booth you were both sat in. “Are you crazy?! We’re gonna get caught, knock it off.” He whispers sharply, only to be met with a grin from you. His body betrays his words, hips bucking to meet your movements. “What was that Haru? Cause it seems to me like you don’t want me to stop.~” You tease, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, looking over to see the boys caught in a conversation with the brunette at the counter. Taking advantage of their distraction as you slide quickly under the table. “Better be quick then, baby. Don’t want them to find out how much you’re loving this do you?”

You hook your hand on the base, tongue lolling out to lick a fat stripe up the underside of him, looking up at him with hooded eyes from under the table. You let your tongue circle his fat mushroom tip, letting your lips close around him, sucking his tip harshly. Sakura’s hand immediately coming to tangle in your hair and teeth coming down to bite on his bottom lip, harsh, to the point of drawing blood. In order to conceal any noises that would attempt to fall from his lips. He feels you lick the underside of his length, groaning loudly when he feels your tongue run along his sensitive tip. He attempts to make eye contact with you, but that doesn’t last long, face planting into the table to hide his reddened cheeks and any expressions that would give away what was occurring beneath the table. “We’re gonna get caught..” He whimpers, stuttering over his words from the pleasure you were giving him.

“Well you better be quick then, Haru.~” You tease, your words slightly muffled from the head of his cock. Resuming your pace, head bobbing up and down as you take more of him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The feeling has him seeing stars. Hips now coming up to buck against your tongue, while his own lolled out of his mouth drool dripping down his chin. “Fuck baby, fuck you feel s-so fuckin, shit, gonna fucking burst if you keep that up.” He whimpers, his hips stuttering as the coil building in his abdomen threatens to snap. Humming against his length at his words, almost as if to say that’s the whole point. Quickening your pace, free hand coming to rest against his balls messaging them feeling the contractions. Your eyes locking with his from your position sends him over the edge. Sakura was quick to bite his knuckles, muffling his sounds as he comes down your throat. Swallowing another groan as he watches you swallow all of him. Jolting upright hearing footsteps approach, hurriedly tucking his softening member into his pants once more.

His eyes blown wide as the other’s sit down with their orders, settling themselves into their seats. “Hey, where’d y/n go?” Kiryu askes, tilting his head. Sakura scrambles for something to say in his post-orgasmic haze, only for you to cut him off popping up from under the table. “Sorry I dropped my spoon, I got it.” You giggle, faux-innocence lacing your tone. “Might need a new one though, this black and white milkshake is thick. Could barely suck it through my straw. Could I borrow yours baby?” You ask with an innocent smile, licking the corner of your mouth. Though the snort Suo lets out around the rim of his teacup tells you that he knew exactly what had just taken place. Sakura’s cheeks so red he thought he would die from blood loss on the spot.

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𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈.

✦ FILTHY. FILTHY. FILTHY. ✦ doesn't have much toys but he has a tenga flip and uses it whenever he calls you. Can’t just go full hand and lube. (Probably has a warmer for it too. Mhm. Yeah.) ✦ another "clothes stealer". Has stolen your panties and shirts a couple of times. ✦ you can hear the wet squelching through the phone whenever he thrusts. Whether it’s lube or his cum, you could never ever tell. ✦ AGAIN, FILTHY. SO SO SO SO FILTHY. ✦ “y’getting off to this, huh? Listening to me fuck my toy? Fuckin’ know you’re soaking wet for me now. Lemme hear it. Lemme hear my pussy.” ✦ “keep up with me. Don’t you fuckin’ cum until I say so.” He barks, but he ends up cumming before you. He’s still pumping his sensitive cock waaay after he’s released though. He wants to hear you fall apart. ✦ bites back his whimpers but when he cums? Jesus. He’s stuttering out your name, repeating it like a damn prayer.

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐔.

✦ HAS SO MUCH TOYS HOLY FUCK. ✦ he sends over photos of them before he calls, wanting you (yes YOU, dear reader!) to pick the toy of the night!!! ✦ he’d much prefer doing your mutual masturbation over facetime but you suggested a voice call. Who is he to deny his princess? ✦ always opens with a syrupy sweet, “How’s my baby?” and eases you into it with him. He never starts without you or without your express approval. If you’re suddenly not in the mood, he gets it. It happens sometimes. You guys could just talk instead. ✦ praise praise praise. Whispers the raunchiest and sweetest things to you. Talks you through it, guides you. HE’S WAY TOO GOOD. ✦ “Need my pretty princess right now. Need ya to sit on my face—taste so good. Fuck… Your pretty little moans too. I’m addicted.” ✦ “Remember when I did that thing you liked with my tongue? Yeah? Want you to do that on your clit with your fingers. Circle around it f’me, princess. Mhm.. Oh? Not good enough? Need my piercing on it? Naughty.” ✦ PORNOGRAPHIC MOANS. SO FUCKING PRETTY??? You’ve asked for his permission to record some of them. Of course he lets you. ✦ sends photos of the aftermath if you want him to. His cum on his still clenched abs, his trimmed happy trail, over his belly button piercing. Yum. ✦ HAS DEFINITELY POSTED ON GWA YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.(it’s JOI too :(((( he’s secretly dedicated some audios for you. May or may not have accidentally whispered your name in one of his jerk off with me audios too :(((((((( man I’m sobbing into my pillow. Nobody touch me.)

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎.

✦ you can’t look at this man and say he’s shit at phone sex. You can’t convince me otherwise. You just can’t. ✦ of course, he’s absolutely cracked at talking dirty to you. It’s always a mix of praise and degradation with him. ✦ he’d be happy if you just sent him nudes, really. But he’s over the moon once you suggested to do it over a call. Immediately is palming his hard on through his jeans while he’s waiting for you to pick up. Opens with a casual little, “hey, honey,” you wouldn’t know he’s practically going to town on his cock, hot to go. ✦ with how sweet he could be to you, he could be so, so fucking mean too. ✦ “My, my. That was such a pretty sound you just made. Wanna do that again for me? Wanna hear my pretty little cockslut begging for me while I fuck my fist. Yeaaah, just like that. Louder.” ✦ the type to send in voicemails at random times of the day. You know they’re exclusively for you since he’s practically chanting out your name while he fucks himself. You’ve made the mistake (plenty of times) of listening to some of them in public. Thank god your phone wasn’t on full volume but people definitely heard your boyfriend fucking his fist. ✦ you put him in his place when you get home by tying him down to the bed and edging him to hell and back and back again and back again and back again and—

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

✦ THIS MANNN…. He knows how to use his voice. He KNOWS HOW TO USE HIS VOICE SOMEONE HOLD ME THE FUCK BACK— ✦ he really doesn't like texting. So you both often call each other at the end of the day when you're apart. You're often apart too, with work and with it taking you to different cities. He's home alone at your apartment with your pets, with your clothes beside him on the couch. See where this is going? :-)) ✦ "Miss ya. Fuck, I really miss ya. Even the cats miss yer constant yappin'-" he teases and he's palming his cock through his gray sweatpants when he hears you shoot a clever quip at him. "Mhh-doll, I really do fuckin' miss ya. Especially when we wake up in the mornin'? Yeah. When ya press yer ass up against me, miss how ya know how to touch me just right-" "Jo, are you touching yourself right now?" he has the gall to chuckle. "Wanna see?" He was so ready to switch to facetime, to show you how he's lazily dragging his fingers up and down his throbbing cock, gray sweatpants pulled down just enough to pull it out. But you wanna stay on the call. You're rushing to your bed, hand in your shorts as soon as you lay down. ✦ likes dirty talking. LOVES when you talk dirty to him back. He's whispering phrases like, "mhm, yeah?", "what do ya want me t'do to ya when you get back?", "what else, angel?" prodding you on, urging you to express your deepest desires to him because he's NEEDY NEEDY NEEDY. (He knows you're as eager as he is too) ✦ wants to cum with you so he edges himself until you say you're almost there. Wants to match your pace and tries to by listening to your breathing, the rhythm of your moans. Never fails to tell you he loves you after he cums. ✦ promises a huge surprise for you when you get back :-)

a/n: THESE WERE SO FUCKING FUN TO DO RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHRHRHR!!!!!!!!!!!!! *insert werewolf ripping clothes open meme here* I hope you guys like it. The brainworms are wriggling mighty strong.

But, you've tried not to---keyword, tried---and just sighed to yourself when he'd languidly sprawled beside you on the couch. His strong arm instinctively draping over the back of the couch---giving you a soft smile that reached his eyes, making it go crescents as you beamed back, immediately clinging yourself around his middle, like an attention seeking cat.

Though, he didn't notice that gaze you've given over his bulge behind that sweatpants he wore when he'd casually glanced at your television screen and fishing his phone out of his pockets.

Your pussy felt like it was given faith for it to be watered tonight. You couldn't help but subtly smile, it turned into a grin for some while when you've seen the underline of his cock over the pants he wore.

Great. Yum. You've probably dome something good a while ago---is this good karma for the help you've given towards that old lady who was trying to reach for her box of milk?

His emerald greens blinked out of his own wonders, catching you like a deer on headlights when you've given his clothed bulge a glance. Your fingers continuous on tracing the outline of his abs with feathery touches. Though, he'd let you---fed you for looking at him and appreciating the view and his presence.

He'd blink again when he caught you staring longer. Eyes lingering more and catching onto the grin that grew, feeling more of your gaze on him---like it was tangible enough.

His phone pinged. But, he ignored it for a second and cocked his head to the side, peeking at your face with a gullible glint to it. "What's wrong, Tiny-chan?"

When your eyes met, you gave him a toothy grin. Concealing the mischief glaring behind your gaze with a naive tone that got him processing your words for a hot second.

"You nakey?" fingers reached over the firm strip of his V-line. Teasing. Calculating. Hopeful for a nookie.

Togame's gaze felt more tangible. It felt like he was raking your face---trying to comprehend you more clearly and what pushed you to ask a question you clearly should have known. He was always going commando around; always with no underwear whenever he was at home with you.

Your boyfriend raised his brows, wondering what you meant.

"You naked under that?" you've licked your lips, subtly hiding the excitement that throbbed against your panties.

"Ah?" His mouth went ajar for a second. In total wonder as to why you've bothered to ask. He'd scratch the side of his face with a finger, humming out his answers. "Hm-mh." pause. "Always, with you. Didn't bother to put on something because I didn't feel like it."

He'd given another halt. His eyes going elsewhere to gather thoughts and collect words he knew that wouldn't take it in a rude or mean way. He was always like this; always thinking about other people's feelings---especially those he adored and cherished. Togame Jou was always caring.

"Are you..." Jou dragged his words a little more slowly, cautious of how he was wording it. He'd glance over his crotch---one he noticed that seem to be delineating over his own sweatpants. "...uncomfortable about that right now? I can change if you want."

You were quick to shake your head. Eyes wide as saucers as if he was about to jump off the couch in a sec if you hadn't hold onto the waistband of his sweatpants like your life depended on it.

"Nooo, that's good! Verrryyy good!" Emphasizing on the very. The tone of your voice made him raise his brows, dubious. Your intonation sounding like you were on the verge of panicking.

With nimble fingers and spit on your hand, you've slipped your hand inside his pants. Out of impulse, grabbing onto his girth. The palms of your fingers smoothing his flushed mushroom tip in gentle caresses. Eyes intent on his expressions---seeing his downturned ones widen in surprise, choking on the words he wanted to say but ended up catching his breath instead.

"Let me appreciate you going commando tonight, Kame-chan."

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•and when you say you've heard him inhale loud, you did. Crystal-clear to your ears as he held onto that phone he had when you've smoothly slipped that hand right under his sweatpants. Fingers quickly grabbing onto his cock like it was meant to be there.

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Your hand around his cock. It truly was fate.

Togame felt his breath caught in the back of his throat. His upper half immediately perking from lounging on the couch with you. Shocked emeralds going straight to that hand you had inside his sweatpants, seeing the slow strokes you started to work him with as it was covertly concealed by the barrier of his undergarment.

His phone pinged again for the second time. It seemed like they were already talking about him---and how he left them on read again, as always.

They were ignored. You, definitely weren't as you continued your ministrations. Watching your own hand, searching for his balls and cupping it from below, biting your lower lip as Togame gritted along.

"What---" You fondled his nuts, giving each one a caress and a squeeze. He seemed like he swallowed thick. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down as you've given him a glance, seeing that he was watching you massage him beneath his pants. Your hand darting its way to start stroking him again before his gaze landed on your face.

His eyelids fluttered a little when you've played with his slit---that was starting to ooze with pre. Your fingers wrapping along his shaft. A little more tight, "---what got you going, Darl?"

"It's you and that damn grey sweatpants." you could feel yourself creaming just by touching him like this; just hearing him lowly groan on the back of his throat as you've seen his abs clench for a while after squeezing him around the base.

"Wrapped around that thick, muscular thighs---" you've teased his flushed tip, gently caressing it around with all fingers, memorizing his thick, long size. "---all kept underneath this damn sweatpants you have?"

There was a tut. Your teeth gritted together. Hand never stopping your ministrations---the more you did, the more his cock was throbbing.

Jou turned harder. You felt the weight of his length and how it grew against your palm, seeing his cock straining against his own clothing. If this was an anime, your hand---a weapon to be considered was having it's own awakening just as how Togame's girth was enlivened by all your strokes and twists.

"Getting harder I see," you've stated the obvious, pumping him with much more determination. This one goaded into him, widening his legs more, aching for more of your touches---allowing you to touch him more than nobody else could.

You've began fucking him with your fists, licking your lips as you watched his mouth form a thin line, trying his best to control his expressions yet it was still contorting to all the pleasures he was feeling with every pump.

"I wanna make you come. Can I?"

Togame opened his mouth a little, a low moan vibrating his chest---one that sounded hot and only concealed for you to hear. His mouth quirking a little when he felt you cupping his balls again, caressing a spot that had him shivering. A gratified, tremble of his breath left his lips as he chuckled. This one got you squeezing your own thighs together, taking so much satisfaction over getting him worked up like this.

"You already have your hand inside my sweatpants, Darl. Why'd you even bother asking---"

You've given a warning squeeze to his balls.

He'd groan from beneath his chest. His satirical comment got him in a whiplash, catching him off-guard when you've reached his cock to pump him faster. Breathy huffs of air emitted from his mouth. Your hand loosening around his girth but casually tightening after a few, "---okay, yeah, yeah, sureeee."

He'd given no debate at that, not that he typically does put up a verbal fight because he never does. Never ever.

Jou would rather have you get his cock hard.

"Kame-chan," you've casually pulled him out of his sweatpants when you beat him off to it. His own was about to slip under his when you've pulled the waistband lower with your free hand, getting it out of its own casket.

Your tongue darted out to lick your lips---mouth probably foaming from seeing his cock. All thick, long and curved just right, just as how you remembered.

You've eventually heard the ping of his phone, your eyes glancing over to see it laying on his abs. Choji's message blaring over the screen.

"You're leaving them on read again."

"They..." Togame managed to croak, his hip subtly buckling a little more to match your strokes---jerking a little. The back of his head leaning more on the base of your couch, getting a lot more comfy than he was before. "They...know I rarely reply in the group chat anyways...ah,"

He seemed like he was too engaged by the harmony of your strokes. The moan leaving his mouth was difficult to bear that he had to bite his lower lip to keep himself from his own murmurs.

"Aw, how rude of you," you've clicked your tongue, your brows furrowing as you see him trying to muffle those delicious, deep moans he always managed to make you wet. You've also reprimanded of his actions, teasing him for ignoring his own friends like the typical that he is. He hated texting, he was not a fan of messages and you know that. You just wanted to goad him more, make him loose it. "Leaving them on read again?"

Togame was too preoccupied by that hand of yours, circling with every ups and downs. Shit, it felt so good for him. He was absentminded as he whispered, heaving out a sigh, shifting in his own seat, feeling his cock twitch when you've gathered his pre with your thumb, messily painting it around his own flushed head. "Yeaaaaah, that's good..."

He purred, a deep moan complimenting his drawls that made you all giddy. Togame seemed like he wasn't talking about his friends being left on read. You were sure he was talking about how you were fucking him with that fist.

Though, you've went on with the conversation, trying to satirize him more. Putting on an act as if you didn't get what he actually meant. "That's not good when they're actually asking you something. But, I know you much prefer talking to them on calls instead. Wanna call them?"

His hips followed the strokes of your hand, riding it with you---eyes focused entirely on your rhythm. The both of you watching yourselves be absorbed by your own greedy delectations.

You've tightened your hand around his cock more, pumping him mid-shaft to base. Intentionally avoiding his tip. Your eyes intently feasting on his furrowing brows, the twitches on his temples. His foreskin being pulled with each fervid stroke.

Togame took longer to respond---even with his slow nature. He was starting to enjoy this too much by trying to be subtle about it. He actually really isn't and the second-in-command was failing. His groans and moving hips that kept following your movements made it obvious he was on cloud nine---high over that pleasure you were giving, "...Calling them with your hand stroking my cock?"

He just nodded, breathing out of his ajarred mouth. Long, slender fingers trembling to grab onto his phone that kept on lighting up as you were both caught up in your own delights, looking like he was too out of it to even consider calling his members while you were fisting him was not a problem at all, "You're...ah, into that, Darl?"

Were you...into that kind of stuff?

You've cussed inside your head, liking how he was quick to approve towards your own carnal itches. Shit, he was agreeing to that. Yes.

He was good. So good to you.

"Maybe next time, Babe." slowly stroking his cock down, agonizing and painstakingly slow. Your whispers sensual and suggestive, leaning over his ear. "Want me suck it?" you've twisted your wrist before the head, making him audibly breath deeper, "---want me to suck your cock?"

Togame wasn't subtle for his excitement to be sucked off when he'd glance at you. Emerald downturned eyes heady and dark. "Yeah," he blinked lethargically, grinning following suit which felt like a rub to your pussy. "yeah, I doooo."

You've shifted on your own seat, pulling his waistband lower, under his ass as he helped, lifting his hips up for you to pull. Kneeling beside him with your heel on the back of your ass. You've bend your body forward, gathering your saliva in your mouth, wanting to add more moisture and lubricant to his girth that would be fitting your mouth.

Togame looked calm and composed from the outside. Though, it was inconsistent. With a hand on his cock, stroking once, tucking your hair behind your ears---on the side where he would see you sucking his cock to make him watch. His gaze was intent, encouraging, and awaiting to be taken inside your mouth.

A string of spit dripped over his cock, dribbling right over his flushed head. Your hand instantly stroking his cock, smearing it slow and steady, shifting your knees better before finally putting him inside the warmth of your mouth.

Togame breathily sighed in delight.

"Then, reply, Kame-chan."

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•oh, he did reply. The second-in-command took at least minutes to respond when he'd managed to open their group chat and finally decided to read what they were talking about. It took him longer to read it when you've abruptly took him in your mouth--got yourself moaning around his cock. The vibrations shooting right towards the base. The urges and desire spreading across his body for his own balls to tighten from the act.

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"He likes sweet things." -pertaining to Sako.

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Togame threw his phone on the couch beside him. Now, entirely focusing on you. A hand over your nape, his fingers gently caressing your skin as you continued to suck him. It wasn't just the throbbing of your pussy that was difficult to bear---but also the way your heart spreaded with warmth when Togame gently grazed his knuckles over your hollowed cheeks---the one that has contacted with hundreds of men's faces who he fought with---caressed yours like you were the most precious thing on earth.

The squelch of your spit dribbling over the base of his cock. Your own drools dripping on his shaft as he guided you through it just as how he likes it---with a hand over your head---up and down as it rests, picking a pace he definitely liked.

You've bobbed your head as you sucked, more keen to give him what he wanted. His gentle petting felt like a reward---like you were being good for that.

He tossed his head back. Downturned eyes shut as he shifted on his position, widening his legs more for you to take him. Focusing on that mouth. Rasps emitted at the back of his throat.  Calloused fingers gently massaging your scalp as you sucked him with eagerness and vigor. His lenient fingers giving shivers down your spine.

Those forbearing fingers was not helping your throbbing pussy. To be honest, he was making it more difficult to bear with because you could already feel how wet you were beneath your panties.

It didn't help that Togame ran a hand over your back, slipping one around your behind---slipping along the garter of your garments. His kind movements making you shiver under his own touch that he managed to emit a breathy chuckle at that. He tried to trace that crack between your derriere. Fingers going lower, his thumb finding that hole---circling around the puckered hole with slow strokes. His middle finger curling to search for your pussy---

You were left moaning around his cock, drooling more than you ever could.

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•when he'd come, you were sure you wanted him to answer to that throbbing cunt you were having. Hence, you were not one to not be honest about your carnal desires---those that involved him wearing his grey sweatpants.

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Togame deserved all that praise when giving head. The second-in-command was known to use his mouth best when it involved food. He had a big mouth and appetite for any type of meals.

Hence, it's no wonder he was good at eating you out.

Jou wasn't an undefeated contestant in food eating competitions for nothing. He knew how to use his mouth in its full potential; he knew how to make you see stars with that tongue he has.

Your hips were shaking---stuttering as Togame gave one last slurp to your pussy. Kissing your clit. Your juices smearing off his mouth and chin like he was devouring his last meal.

Your hips were jutting from the oversensitivity. He'd given you more than you could take---without him even going inside yet. You bet he was damn hard over the mattress---no, you knew he was too stimulated from simply giving head as you've noticed his hips subtly grinding his cock on the bed as he ate you out.

You were about to pull at his hair and push his head away from being too overwhelmed when Jou had lifted himself off from your cunt. His downturned eyes languidly blinking out of taking pleasure from your own---high from your pussy.

Togame's mouth glistened with your cream, lacquered by your come as he brought himself to his knees, not bothering to wipe it off and ended up licking his lips---tasting you on his mouth.

His eyes were intent and dark---watching you from beneath him. He had the knuckle of his forefinger collecting your slick that pooled over his chin, deliberately going slow---teasing you through it all---and slipping it between his lip, tasting you more, supping on the gathered juices over his finger.

"Tasty as ever, Darl."

He'd deeply and lowly moaned his satisfaction at the back of his throat. The vibration of his hum against his bare chest. Your lover blinked out of his own carnal urges, a soft grin eventually painting his mouth that were slick with your juices.

"More?" Togame had squinted his eyes back at you, suggestively. Subtly persuading to eat that pussy more than you could ever handle.

The way that proposition left his mouth like he was offering food got your heart pumping---your pussy aching to feel his cock. Togame was unhurried as he shifted on the foot of your bed, crawling more towards where you laid.

You've had a pout on your face, feeling your pussy throb, watching the way his hand grabbed onto the base of his cock, giving one languid stroke.

"What do you mean---no, Kame-chan. You've been eating me for hours already." a whine left your lips, watching him give himself another pump---hearing a low chuckle from beneath his chest as you continued, "Want you inside me, please? come on."

Big, rough hands grabbed onto your thighs, deliberately parting them wide as he'd made himself comfortable within the confines of your legs. Downturned eyes stuck to your glistening pussy, staring like it was nirvana, in which he will be feeling for once he sinks into it. He'd grab onto one of your ankles, helping him out onto the position you both will like. Togame fastened your foot over his broad shoulder. The other hand; the flat of his palm along the inner part of your thigh, keeping those legs open for him to accommodate in.

This position he was going for was getting you antsy.

Jou could notice the gaze in your eyes waver, shifting to losing a little bit of your confidence. He'd given your thigh a comforting rub, trying to calm your nerves down and probably reassure whatever was bothering you. "Told you," he'd apprised in a sing-song. Tone all confident, trying to persuade you that he could go all night just by eating your pussy. "---I can eat you out as much as you need,"

Jou had slowly dragged the flushed head of his cock over your dripping slit, eyes intent on seeing his tip gather your juices---teasing by not going in and just lathering your cream around his length.

But, this position got you tense. What if you break a leg while he rides you out? "Kame-chan," it sounded smaller than intended. Jou was sure you were dreading the outcome of this---an outcome you would definitely enjoy in the end.

"---I'm not flexible."

"Hm?" Togame's hum sounded so cloyingly sweet and comforting that it made you sigh out a breath, trying to get that rickety nerves out of your system---anticipating this unfamiliar position that you both haven't tried yet. He'd given you a soft smile. Both of his hands distracting you to the fullest. His thumb deliberately trying to calm you down by caressing your wet slit as if he was petting you to take it easy. The other caressing down your ankle then towards your thighs. "Relaaaax, baby." he purred, gently squeezing your skin. Voice raspy and deep, "---Gotta trust me on this one, yeah?"

Togame sighed an appreciative one when he grabbed onto the base of his length again. This time, tapping his head over your entrance to tease you through it and get you anticipated.

He tapped his flushed head again. Downturned eyes reassuring and soft---easing you to not hesitate and give him a nudge if you couldn't handle it anymore, "You can tell me if it's too much already and I'll listen. I always do."

You've given him a look. Sending him a promise. Convinced of how reassuring he sounded. Togame nodded back, wordlessly giving his word to it---vowing he would stop if you wanted.

He was always thoughtful and understanding, coolheaded even in times like this. Sometimes, you wonder if you actually deserved him.

"Okay, okay." you've swallowed down your apprehension, nodding back at him with your own consent---wanting to try it too. Though, Togame shifted his position in bed and seemed like he have grabbed onto the waistband of his sweatpants, wanting to tug it down over his knee and get it off when you've quickly ceased him mid-way.

"In return for this, don't take that sweatpants off."

He'd ceased himself, looking back at you in wonder. "Eh?"

Your eyes squinted back at him. A wordless scold---a subtle favor that hinted more to coaxing him through this fetish you've been shrewd enough since the moment you were on the couch. "Want to see you wearing it while you fuck me."

Your lover nodded without thinking twice. Beckoning to your favors and giving what you wanted. Though, he couldn't help but state it out in the open, "Really got you going, huh?" Togame frankly muttered beneath his breath. The end of his lip perked into a teasing grin, "If it makes you happy, alright."

"Oh---also," you've started again with Togame deliberately hovering over you, his grey sweatpants left on for your favor and pleasure.

"Yeah?" he halted midway. The fat tip of his cock poking between your entrance. He was a patient man, indeed. Though, there were times it was tested where a normal man can handle stuff like this. Carnal instances that tests his sanity. Jou droned, tone utmost ranging between being patient and impatient at the same time. Though, a stranger could ever notice due to the way he talked most of the time, "Any moooore requests, princess?"

He blinked above you. Emeralds shining with a little bit of mischief. The width of his palm caressing the plump of your thigh in a soothing manner, mentally telling you to shoot your shot with whatever lecherous requests you wanted to add.

"Will you choke me with your thighs too? with sweatpants on?"

Togame was caught off guard at that. He stared you down for a second. In thorough wonder as if he was asking himself if he heard you correctly.

But, the moment he'd lowly hummed. That deep voice of his, sultry and delectable. You knew it was his no-go. It was out of bounds for him.

"That's where we cross the line, Baby."

He'd gave one caress over your thighs and towards your ankle that sat over his broad shoulder. One that felt apologetic. You've pouted a little, knowing damn well you were rejected. Perhaps, another time then? where sex isn't involved?

He'd given your ankles a soft kiss while maintaining eye-contact. His lips soft, pliant. You've felt how you were melting under his touch; his gaze. Hungered for the connection you both needed and wanted that you haven't noticed he was slowly pushing himself inside. "Don't want hurtin' you like that---so, you gotta' behave."

"B-but---" you've swallowed a breath, feeling himself be filled to the hilt. Pausing for a sec as he stared. Eyes all-consuming.

Jou knew you would try and convince him until his decision bended. He knew that you were aware of it---you knew he had a difficult time saying no to you. Hence, he'd vouch to keep your mouth from saying stuff that included him doing violence and opt to just have you gasping for air and moaning out bliss in the air.

He'd gave one deliberate thrust, as slow as he could---tormenting you in the process from how slow it was. Though, it made you arch your back.

Togame breathed deep beneath his chest, pulling then sighing when the tip of his cock was left inside. You've open your mouth after a moan. Howbeit, Jou was determined to keep your mouth shut. He'd began to piston, starting deeply slow then gradually picking up the delicious pace, thrusting his hips and immediately knowing the angle you liked best, making you shut your eyes in pleasure. Your back arching to meet his thrusts.

"Oh, fuck---that's---so gooood---a-ah! alright! shit, yeah---I'll behave---!"

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•Togame would do anything for you---in his sweatpants on or without. Though, you best believe he won't be agreeing to stuff like that which involves you and violence. He already has much for it with him being the vice-general for Shishitoren, and he would not agree to stuff like that with you.

•Though, cuffs and those kind of stuff were other things. Just not violence.

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You were high on rapture. From the pleasure, from sex and from your boyfriend's cock.

"Jouuuu-chan," you've droned, sounding thoroughly out of it. Grabbing onto Togame's locks as he hovered above you. Warm breath sticking to both of your sweaty skin.

Your body ached and ached for more too. He had you on a mating press---one that was not perfect due to your inability of being flexible but it still felt perfect for both. Jou had press a kiss on your temple, humming on your skin to acknowledge what you wanted; anything you wanted. "Moreeee, please."

"That's a first." he'd deeply chuckled, softly grinning as he nodded to your request. His immense stamina still on the roof. Hence, he knew yours was...depleting right now from how your words sounded murmurs to his ears already. "Let's go for another, yeah?"

From the start you both fucked, he never took that sweatpants off. Due to you trying to keep it around his thighs most of the time and whining how you wanted it on. It made him wonder why you were so into it. Jou has lifted himself from hovering above, grabbing onto the waistband that fell around his thick thighs. "Gotta' take it off now. Is it alright?"

You've brought yourself to your elbows, giving his bare body a once over, watching him tug onto the waistbands. "Nooooo," a shake of your head and a whine. You've quickly sat and held onto his hands, stilling his movements further. Looking above your lashes---knowing damn well you were trying to coax him; trying to adorably ask for more and get him to do what you wanted, "Fuck meeee with it, come oooon, Kame-chan~"

He'd slowly blinked back at you, his eyes searching for whatever reason you held onto his grey-sweatpants like your life depended on it. Togame hummed in acknowledgement. His palm grabbing onto your chin to stare you down. Tipping your head back. Melting onto his gaze.

Jou nodded and gestured towards the bed, his thumb gently stroking the underside of your jaw. Gentle, as if he was the complete opposite a while ago when he fucked. Aiding to your moans of request midway through the sex, per say. More. Harder. Faster. That's the spot. There. So good. "Okay, Darl. I'll keep it on. Turn around for me,"

You've leaned more towards his touch, blinking out how high you looked. "But, I wannaaaaa see you,"

Togame had motioned towards the mirrors that were designed beside the bed. One where you could look and see what position you were in and how he thrusted. "We've got mirrors, Tiny-chan."

"Oh, hehe!" You've smiled from the after-glow. Quickly turning around and lifting your hip in the air for him to spoil and use; for both of your pleasure of course.

You've wiggled your ass in the air, waiting to be pummeled like a woman during her ovulation phase. Jou grabbed onto your hip, palming your cheeks, angling you as he'd look, spreading you wide open. His other hand drifted over your spine, towards your nape before leaving goosebumps over your skin by how gentle he raked his fingers over your scalp, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

You couldn't help but dopily smile at that, too lost in the sauce of his raucous gestures.

Jou had gently pulled your hair, nudging your head to the side.

He was appreciating the view, taking a second to lock in and seeing his girth grow harder. Feeling himself harden at the image of your wet cunt and hole. God, what was happening to you? why were you utmost...needy and horny? was it because of his sweatpants?

You've felt his thumb caress onto that puckered hole. A soft moan leaving your lips, biting your own vermillion to resist the urge to moan how it felt so good with him.

Your hand grabbed his that has been holding your hair. His grip loosening a little from being distracted by his own pleasures. You'd gestured to grab you harder, tug you harder in an amount he does not automatically decide. Knowing damn well you might get sore from the pressure or force from his own strength.

Togame Jou was just that guy. Thoughtful and caring that stuff like this was a matter he needed to think through before agreeing.

"Kame---tug on my hair a little harder---yeeees---" Jou was quick to catch on with what you want. You've heard his deep hum from behind, his voice alone making you drip. You've wiggled your hips back, allowing him to touch you more, "---Jou---you spoil me so much---I love you,"

"Hm," he'd hummed, low, raw and deep. A small smirk lifting his mouth when he came to realize how needy you were right now. Was it the sweatpants? definitely, it was. "You're sooo horny tonight. It's surprising, really." Togame had that inevitable drawl in his words, sounding like he was even teasing you a little bit from how you were reacting so much. A little too much than how you normally were whenever you're both being intimate.

Despite of how deliberate he always was, Jou was still quick to respond wholeheartedly to your affection. As sweet and soft as he could ever. "But, I love you too. I hope ya' know that," his words paused but his thumb didn't, massaging you further before reaching down to find your clit.

"Oh, I do." you couldn't help but giggle, sounding out of it already. Feeling him move from behind, slowly sheathing in his engorged mushroom tip. The way he was trying to slip his cock in made your eyes momentarily roll at the back of your head. His affection adding more to the sheer pleasure and definitely making everything a hundred times better. "Yeeees, ah---you gotta' show me that you do, pleaseeee~ Hehe~"

"Sure, Okay." Jou has quickly agreed. Leaving no ounce of doubt that he would not successfully do it, because you know he would. Always for you. Your boyfriend hovered behind, leaning over your ear. His voice hot and suggestive. Breathe tingling your senses as he whispered with a chuckle and his lips forming a mischievous grin.

"Mind if I only wear this sweatpants inside our apartment from now on, Darl?"

Class ends and people begin filing out of the room. You take your time gathering your things, sticking to your habit of being the last one out every time. When you walk by him, he says your name to stop you. 

“Yes, professor?” you ask, your hands gripping the strap of your bag as you try to remain calm. 

He gives you a warm smile. “Don’t forget your report.”

You know why he stopped you. Last semester your report was three days late. He’s trying to help you. “I won’t. Thanks,” you tell him. Your biggest fear is that he’ll discover your feelings for him, so you behave as if you barely notice him. If he knew the truth, he’d want you transferred out of his class to avoid ruining his career. 

Because you have a secret, one that has your face heating up with embarrassment every time you look at him. 

For the past two months, you’ve been sucking Professor Togame’s cock, and he has no idea it’s you. 

It started by pure chance. You were feeling down one evening after classes were over and decided to visit a bar that sits fairly close to the campus. Despite its proximity to so many students, it’s unpopular with them due to its reputation for being a bit seedy. You figured it would be a good place to go and have a few drinks without being spotted by anyone you know. 

That evening, two drinks in and just beginning to feel lightly buzzed, you heard a familiar smooth, slow voice ordering a beer. You looked up in alarm to see Professor Togame at the other end of the bar. 

You didn’t want him to see you here, to get a bad impression of you, so in a panic you left some money on the bar next to your empty glass and headed toward the door to slip out. 

But something stopped you. This was your chance to see your beloved professor in a different environment, to observe him outside of the classroom. You couldn’t resist that. So you lurked at the back of the bar, watching him drink and talk to other patrons. 

He behaved much the same way he does in class - relaxed, calm, casual. At one point he laughed loudly at something the bartender said, and you wished with all your heart you could be at the bar beside him, laughing and talking with him. 

You heard him say, “I’ll be right back,” as he stood up and headed toward the restroom, which was in the back of the bar. Right where you were. 

In a frantic rush, you darted into the singular restroom that was gender neutral and hid in the last stall, locking the door and climbing onto the toilet seat to hide your feet. As long as he didn’t see you, it would be fine. 

A few moments later you heard the door open, then footsteps walking through the room to reach the stall right next to yours. Your heart thundered at the realization that he was just on the other side of the thin wall dividing the stalls. 

You listened as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, but strangely, you never heard the sound of him peeing. Instead, you heard different sounds: Togame’s quick shallow breaths and the sound of skin rubbing skin. 

Your mind nearly went blank when you realized what he was doing. You kept listening, growing more heated and excited by the second. Above all, you had the inescapable urge to see what was happening in the next stall. The laid back professor you’re in love with was doing something “dirty”, and you just had to look. 

Glancing down, you noticed a round hole in the wall of the stall. Very carefully, to avoid making any sound and alerting him to your presence, you got down from the toilet and squatted down to be eye level with the hole. You took a deep breath, mentally prepared yourself, then peered through the hole. 

Your heart nearly stopped at the sight. Professor Togame was sitting on the toilet, his pants open, his shirt pulled up to reveal a muscular abdomen. And in his right hand was the biggest, meatiest cock you’ve ever seen. 

You watched, utterly entranced, as his hand slid up and down his twitching length. His eyes were closed, his head tossed back with his shiny black hair grazing his shoulders. Oh god, you wanted to crawl under that wall and help him get off, with your hands, your mouth, your pussy - anything he wanted to use was his. 

But you couldn’t, and wouldn’t, do that. So you simply watched, one hand over your mouth to keep your breathing quiet, your panties growing damp. 

After he finished (with a delicious groan escaping his parted lips), he left the stall, washed his hands, and walked out of the restroom. You waited, still and silent, for several minutes. You thought you’d die of embarrassment if he came back into the restroom for some reason and caught you lurking inside. 

Once enough time had passed, you stepped out of your stall and looked into the one he’d been in. The hole was visible from his side. Did he just not notice it? The longer you looked at the hole, at its size and placement on the wall, the more you started to think about a movie you watched about a “glory hole”. In it, a man shoved his dick into a hole in a wall and someone on the other side sucked him off. 

Wait. If Professor Togame did that with this hole, you could blow him without him ever seeing you! Once that occurred to you, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. But how could you get him to notice the hole, and stick his dick in it? 

You spent a few days thinking it over before coming up with a plan. You watched the bar from the parking lot until you saw him go in after class one evening. Then you went inside, wearing a hoodie and medical mask so he wouldn’t notice you, and hurried to the restroom. 

Inside the stall Togame had jacked off in, you pulled a permanent marker from your bag and wrote in big letters directly above the hole, “Glory Hole Feel Free to Use!”

Your heart was pounding the whole time, but you managed to keep yourself together and move over to the next stall. Again you climbed onto the toilet to avoid letting him see your feet, then you waited. 

A few minutes later a couple of women came in, chatting and laughing, but thankfully neither of them went into Togame’s stall. They left, and very soon after, you heard someone else enter the restroom. The footsteps sounded familiar, and sure enough, the person went inside the stall next to yours. 

You eased yourself down from the toilet and lowered yourself to the floor to peek through the hole. And almost yelped in surprise. Togame was standing there, staring at the hole, a look of confusion on his face. You don’t think he could see you, not with the way you stayed back several inches from the wall, but it still scared you to see him looking directly at the hole. You backed away even further, to the point that you could no longer see the other side. 

With your nerves on fire, you waited to see if he would go for it. After a long and awkward silence, you heard his smooth voice say, “Hello? Is someone there?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You couldn’t answer him, couldn’t let him hear your voice. You never spoke up much in class but there was still a good chance he’d recognize it. So you sat there on your knees, nearly in a state of panic, not knowing what to do. How could you let him know someone was there, ready to please him? 

After a few more seconds, you heard him mutter quietly, “What the hell am I doing?”

Oh no! He was going to give up on the glory hole! You had to do something, and fast. Without enough time to think things through, you just knocked lightly on the wall two times. 

Silence. 

Then, “Uh, are you the one who wrote this on the wall?”

Two more knocks. 

A pause, then he said almost shyly, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

You wished there was a way to say, “Same here,” with knocks, but that was impossible. Instead you simply knocked twice again. 

That’s when you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and his pants unzipping. It was happening! Your hands were trembling as you stared at the hole, waiting. 

A few seconds later, you saw his tip begin to peek through the hole. It was already flushed a lovely shade of pale pink, and as the shaft started to slide through, you realized he was already rock hard. 

You watched in awe as it just kept coming through. You found yourself wondering just how big a dick could be. Eventually it stopped, apparently ready to be serviced. You didn’t hesitate, afraid that any pause would make him back out. You reached out and curled your fingers around his length, then moved your hand back and forth. 

His cock was warm and firm in your hand, but you wanted to taste him. You leaned your face forward and pressed your lips to the tip, then opened them and ran your tongue over it. You heard him draw in a quick breath on the other side of the wall, which encouraged you to keep going. 

You licked the whole thing, base to tip, thoroughly coating it in your spit, getting it nice and wet. Then you took it into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it while your tongue collected the fluid drizzling out. 

His breaths grew faster, louder, as you went to work. You wished you could see what sort of expression he wore as you bobbed your head, taking him all the way in and then almost out again, over and over. You imagined his face in class, always looking so carefree and kind. Was his face red now? Were his beautiful green eyes glazed with lust? You could never know. 

Your drool was making a wet, slippery mess of his dick, your throat constricting around his tip, your tongue massaging the underside of his cock. You heard him groan, then the sound of his palm hitting against the wall. Inside your mouth, he was throbbing. 

“I’m… I’m close…” he breathed out, probably as a courtesy, in case you wanted to pull away. But you wouldn’t do that for all the money in the world. 

You clamped your lips tightly around him, eager to have your mouth filled with his cum. And boy did he fill it. His twitching cock shot a huge load directly onto the back of your tongue, and you kept sucking him off until you drained out every drop. 

When it was over, he left without a word, as if he were embarrassed. You waited nearly an hour to leave the restroom, and you did so with your hood pulled up over your hair and your mask on. You didn’t see him in the bar as you left. 

That was two months ago. Since then, he’s been using the glory hole several nights a week, still completely unaware that his worst student is on the other side. In class, he acts the same way he always has, and you have mixed feelings. On one hand, you feel a rush of excitement at the fact that you share such an intimate secret with him. On the other, you can’t look at him without thinking about the taste of his cock. The situation has made you even more distracted in class. 

You head home early, not bothering to check the bar tonight. You need to finish this stupid report for his class. 

Togame stands in the stall and waits, feeling like an absolute fool with his dick stuck in a hole. There’s no response from the other side, so he eventually pulls away with a weary sigh. This happens sometimes, so it’s not a big deal, but he was really hoping they’d be here tonight. 

He still doesn’t know who’s been sucking him off almost every night, and at first he preferred it that way. If he doesn’t know who it is, there’s no one to be awkward around. If they’re in a bar, especially one like this, they have to be an adult. And he knows the place is unpopular with his students. 

But over the past two months, he’s become more and more obsessed with this glory hole. And by extension, obsessed with the owner of the soft hands and warm, waiting mouth on the other side. He’s received a few blowjobs in his life, but this… this is on another level. Whoever this person is treats his cock like a god to be worshipped, and he can’t stop thinking about it.

Today he even got hard during class when his mind drifted to that wet, adoring tongue gliding along his length. 

He could just step onto the toilet and peek over the top of the stall sometime, but he doesn’t want to scare this person away. Why ruin a good thing? But lately the curiosity is eating him alive. 

He wants to see their face, to watch them devour his cock, to push them against the wall and fuck their brains out. 

The thought has occurred to him to simply wait in the bar and watch the restroom door, see who comes out later. But if the person spotted him, they’d probably never come back. They don’t want to be seen. 

The next day, he’s back in class, trying to focus on the lesson he’s teaching about the rise of an ancient empire. His students all seem to be paying attention, except one. 

Togame isn’t sure why her grades have slipped. In the beginning she was one of his best students, always so attentive and eager to learn. But lately it seems like she’s always distracted, rarely pays attention to the lesson, and often forgets her assignments. 

Speaking of which, it’s time to collect reports. Class is almost over, so Togame says, “Everyone drop your reports off on my desk on your way out! Remember they have to be hand written this time!”

Normally, students type their assignments and email them to him, or sometimes even print them out and turn them in. But in the spirit of this assignment, about an empire that was famous for its writing system, he decided to add the hand written requirement. His students had complained at first but overall seemed to warm up to the idea. 

As the students walk out, they drop their reports off one by one. Just like every other day, his “problem student” is the last one, approaching his desk with a nervous expression. Oh no, did she forget again? He’s preparing to hear some kind of excuse when she reaches into her bag and pulls out a folder. She leaves it on his desk without a word, avoiding eye contact with him. 

“You remembered this time,” he says with a smile. “Good job.”

She glances up at him, seeming embarrassed by his comment. He didn’t intend to make her uncomfortable. “Thanks, Professor,” she says in a quiet voice, then walks out of the room. 

Togame gathers the reports into his bag and gets ready to leave, hoping the mysterious glory hole person will be there tonight. 

A couple hours later, he’s getting the life sucked out of him in the bar restroom, his palms against the wall, wishing he could put one hand on the person’s head. He holds back a moan, tries to keep his panting quiet, resisting the urge to thrust violently into the hole. 

God, this mouth feels good. So soft and welcoming. He can feel the back of their throat, feel them gag slightly but keep going. Fuck, he wants to tear down this wall! 

When he cums, there’s an audible gulp from the other side as the person swallows it all. Togame leans against the wall, giving himself a moment to catch his breath before pulling out of the hole. 

He hesitates for a few seconds before the question he’s been dying to ask slips out of his mouth. 

“Can I meet you?”

There’s no response, not even the usual knocks on the wall. The silence is crushing, telling Togame he shouldn’t have asked. He takes a deep breath, then leaves the restroom. 

Later that night, he’s reading his students’ reports, laughing at how bad some of the handwriting is. When he gets to a certain report, the one he didn’t expect to be turned in on time, something jumps out at him from the third page. Something that makes his blood run cold. 

There on the page is the line, “The soldiers were proud to die for the glory of the empire”. The word “glory” is written in a style that’s all too familiar to him. That distinctive way the tails on the g and y curl… it’s unmistakable! 

He drops the report. No no no. This can’t be right. If it is, it means his shy, awkward student has been sucking his cock this whole time! But the more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense. The timing of her beginning to lose focus in his class, the way she avoids looking him in the eyes and always seems embarrassed. 

Oh god. It’s true. 

Togame pictures her face in his mind. Now that he’s thinking about her in a sexual context, he realizes she’s very cute. 

No! She’s his student! She’s off limits! 

He leans back and rubs his forehead. This is terrible. He could lose his job over this! One thing is certain: he can never use the glory hole again. In fact, it’s probably best if he never even goes back to that bar. What if he ran into her? He’s so thankful that he never tried to look and see who was in the other stall. Seeing her face to face right after she drank his cum would have been mortifying for both of them. 

But his thoughts keep returning to that glory hole, to the way her lips feel wrapped around his base, to the way she takes him down her throat. 

How the hell is he going to face her in class now? He can’t stop imagining her beneath him, whimpering in that cute voice of hers. 

Maybe he could just pretend not to know? Keep using the glory hole and act as if he still has no idea it’s her? That wouldn’t be fair to her though. Buried in his thoughts, he falls asleep at his own desk. 

In class the next day, you notice right away that Professor Togame is acting strangely. He showed up late and has seemed oddly anxious the whole time. He’s always so easy going, seeming to live his life at his own relaxed pace, that his nervous energy today is alarming. You hope nothing is wrong. 

As you leave, you stop at his desk and say, “Bye, Professor.” You rarely speak to him, but you’re worried. 

He smiles, but it’s an uneasy smile. “Have a good night,” he tells you, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. 

Still concerned about his weird behavior, you go to the bar and wait in the stall. You usually watch for him from the parking lot and then slip in after, but you have a strong feeling he’s going to need the glory hole tonight. And if you can ease whatever is troubling him, in any way possible, you will. 

Nearly an hour passes with no sign of him. You step down from the toilet to stretch your legs. You sigh as you pull out your phone and check the time. He’s never been this late before. Maybe whatever’s bothering him is serious enough to keep him occupied elsewhere. 

You hear the restroom door open. Several people have come and gone while you were waiting, so you pay it no mind, until you notice the familiar footsteps. In a panic, you put your phone back in your bag and start to climb back up to hide your feet, but before you can, his footsteps lead him to the door of your stall. 

What is going on? He’s never done this before! You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. 

“You’re there, aren’t you?” he asks. 

After a long pause, you knock twice on the wall. 

“Will you please open the door? I know who you are.”

Your heart stops. What did he just say? You must have heard him wrong. There’s no way he knows who you are. You’ve been so careful! 

“I figured it out last night while I was reading your report,” he says. “Your handwriting gave it away.”

No. No no no! This can’t be happening! This is your worst fear! 

“Please say something. There’s no point trying to hide your voice now.”

You feel tears stinging your eyes as you open your mouth. In a trembling voice you say, “I’m sorry! I promise I won’t tell anyone about this! You won’t get in trouble! You didn’t know I’m your student. I’ll transfer out of your class as soon as possible. You’ll never have to see me again, so please just leave the restroom and I’ll go home! I can’t face you right now.”

You watch the space beneath the door for his feet to walk away, but they stay put. You hear his voice again. “We need to talk face to face. I’m not mad. I just want to see you, okay?”

Wiping your eyes with your hands, you sniffle and try to compose yourself a little. You guess you owe him an explanation at least, but the thought of him looking at you after all of this is terrifying. Finally, you reach out and slide the lock open. 

The door eases open slowly, and your gorgeous Professor is standing there, looking down at you. 

For a moment, neither of you speak. You just stare at him with wet eyes as he stands motionless just inside the door of the stall. It occurs to you that you’re trapped in this tiny space with him, and he’s looming over you. 

“I’m sorry, Professor,” you say again. “I’ve been in love with you for months and when I saw you in here one night… touching yourself… I just wanted to help. I didn’t mean to-“

Your voice is silenced by him suddenly moving forward and pulling you into his arms, his lips crashing into yours. It’s a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth. 

When he breaks away, he’s breathless, his face tinged pink, his eyes razor focused on you. “I thought I could just walk away from this. I know I should walk away from this. But I can’t.”

Then his arms are around you again, his hands moving over your body. You glance at the stall door. “Should we close it?”

He’s kissing your neck as he unzips your hoodie. “I locked the main door,” he says without pausing. 

You let him pull your clothes off, raising your arms and stepping out of pants to help him along. It’s embarrassing to be naked in front of your professor, but you want this so much that you’re ignoring the shame. He looks you over, and a second later he has your bare back pushed against the wall of the stall. 

His hand slides from your shoulder down your arm, then slips between your thighs, fingers probing your already soaked pussy. You let out a soft cry as you clutch the front of his shirt in your hands. 

“Were you always this wet when you were sucking my cock?” he asks, a grin on his lips. 

You nod, averting your eyes. 

He laughs. “I can’t believe my shyest student started a glory hole just for me.”

Two of his fingers are rubbing your clit, making your legs begin to tremble. 

Your voice is shaky, coming out in broken shudders as his fingers continue relentlessly. “I just… wanted to make you feel good… Professor!”

“You did,” he says in that slow, languid way that drives you wild. “You made me feel really good.”

You finally look him in the eyes, your face burning. Oh, he’s so beautiful. You’re right on the edge, about to climax, when he suddenly pulls his hand back. You whine at loss of pleasure, but almost immediately he lifts you up off the floor and shoves you back against the wall again, sandwiching you between it and his body. Suspended like this, your legs automatically wrap around him for stability. 

He kisses you again, and you hear the very familiar sound of his pants unzipping. While still locked in the kiss, he plunges his huge cock right into your dripping cunt. 

You whimper into his mouth, feeling the stretch as he completely fills you up. Oh god, he’s so big! As he begins thrusting into you, your arms curl around his neck. The soft fabric of his shirt feels good against your naked body, the scent of his soap stirring in the air as he moves. 

Burying your face in his shoulder, you gasp as you feel his tip hit your cervix, going impossibly deep. You never imagined your mild mannered professor would fuck you roughly like this, but you love every moment. 

You hear his voice at your ear: “I expect you to do well in my class from now on.”

He thrusts up sharply into you, making you nod against his collar bone and whimper out, “I-I will, Professor!”

One of his hands is at the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. “Good girl. I don’t want this to be a distraction. If your grades start slipping again, I’ll have to pound the lessons into you.”

You clench around him, still hiding your face. You’re close again, right on the precipice of your orgasm. Your body spasms, and just as you cum, Togame softy pulls your head back to look at your face. 

“You’re really cute like this,” he tells you, as your body and mind are overwhelmed by pleasure. Your body trembles in his grasp as he fucks you through it, looking you in the eyes. 

His cock twitches and throbs inside you, and soon he pulls out of you, putting you back on your feet. Then he presses lightly on your shoulders, easing you to your knees. 

Ah, this position is your favorite. You open your mouth as the first strings of thick cum hit your face, dripping down over your lips and coating your tongue. 

He smiles down at you, so sweet and so kind. You’ve never loved him more. For your beautiful Professor, your mouth will always be his personal glory hole.

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"i'll buy you some more tomorrow." you told him, with no intention of giving back his lollipop at all.

"it's okay. i don't mind sharing with you." kaji takes out the lollipop from your mouth and gives you a taste of his own lips instead, pressing it against yours fervently. 

oh, so that's what he meant by sharing. 

notes of peach faintly made its way onto your lips, and transferring over to his as well. "this is mine, too." he declares, once again staking his claim on your mouth, which tasted just as sweet as the lollipop he just had, maybe even sweeter. 

kissing you left such a nice taste, fueling kaji's desire for more, so much so that it made him contemplate about the thought of replacing his lollipops with your lips instead.

ʚɞ sakura - 

sakura is still so, so blushy around you, even though you two have spent multiple nights together, his face still flushes scarlet whenever you did your nightly self-care routine, your shoulder touching his while he was brushing his teeth over the sink. he finished up and rinsed off, while you waited for him with a huge, proud smile on your face.

"good job, baby!" you peck his lips, obsessed with the way he adorably heats up every time you praise him, this time it was for not forgetting to brush before bedtime.

"wh-what are you doing!?" he jumps up after he felt your lips on his, which tasted of spearmint from the toothpaste he had just used. 

"giving you your goodnight kiss!" you replied, with a matter-of-factly tone.

the next night, sakura brushed his teeth again in your shared bathroom while you hovered over the sink, your cleanser in hand. after rinsing his mouth, he just stood there expectantly, as if waiting for you to do something. 

he stared at you with a blush sprawled across his face. "y-you're forgetting something!" he blurted out. you shot him a puzzled look. "am i?" 

sakura's eyes darted down to your lips, giving you a hint of just what he needed from you. "oh, your goodnight kiss? if you liked it so much, you should have said so!" you giggled, smooching sakura's lips like there's no tomorrow. 

ʚɞ suo - 

to say that suo is playful would be an understatement. underneath that sweet, smiling face, lies beneath a naughty guy who has an obsession with the way you taste.

"you have a little teacake at the corner of your mouth." suo, feigning concern, points to the space beside your lips.

"where?" you ask as you try to search for it with your fingertips, to no avail. your eyes brought itself back to suo's scarlet ones, now inches away from your face. 

his lips captures yours in an unexpected kiss, and suo's tongue darts out to lick off the little crumb of teacake at the corner of your mouth. "there, all gone!" he hums happily, a grin on his face, drinking his tea as if his mouth was not latched on to yours just two seconds ago.

now you know why you barely ever get to see suo eat, it's because he'll only eat if it tastes like you. 

ʚɞ umemiya -

you were supposed to wake umemiya up from his nap on the hammock five minutes ago, but how could you? 

his eyes were fluttered shut, hair down and relaxed, umemiya's chest heaving softly, looking like he was so at peace. you hoped he had been dreaming about you, which he probably was, judging from the way a content smile made its way across his lips. 

you just couldn't help yourself as you angled down and gave him a quick little kiss. you giggled to yourself as you caught the aroma of fresh herbs from kissing him, he was probably picking and sampling them and decided to take a little nap afterwards.

umemiya's eyes slowly opened to the sight of you, him immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into the hammock with him. "i didn't even feel that, can you give me one more? pleeeease?" he pleaded, nuzzling his head on your shoulder. 

you complied, giving him another kiss, and he went to deepen it by pulling you even closer. "can you wake me up like this all the time?" umemiya could definitely see himself quickly becoming addicted to your kisses. 

you sighed and giggled, tightly embracing him. how could you ever say no to this man?

ʚɞ togame -

togame was definitely tall, no doubt about it. of course it has its perks and advantages too, like he can reach things for you really easily, he gave the greatest piggyback rides, he was your human furnace during cold nights, and the likes. 

but one thing his height got in the way of was kissing. particularly whenever you wanted to kiss him.

you tugged on togame's robe in a futile attempt to pull him down closer to you. a "hmm?" escaping togame's lips, as a little smile made its way across. he continued drinking his ramune while his eyes made its way to your form. 

"you're too tall, jo." you sighed. even on your tiptoes, you failed to bring his face down to your level so you could kiss him. 

"that so?" he let out a slight chuckle. togame eventually lends you a little help as he leans down until his face was directly in front of yours.

"you could've kissed me if you tried just a little harder, angel." he caresses your cheek, lightly teasing you, his lips capturing yours in a long, slow and passionate kiss. 

"i wanted to kiss you properly." a pout present on your lips. togame loved your cute little pout, it made him want to kiss you more and more. 

"don't worry, we can do it again and again until you are satisfied." 

jo togame was insatiable for you, loving the way you taste, always hungry for more. 

ʚɞ kiryu - 

you have been crushing on kiryu for quite a while now, him being 'totally your type', as you talked about him on and on to your friends, them eagerly listening to you gushing about kiryu's pretty pink hair, soft gentle eyes, beautiful piercings, cat-like smile and not to mention his silly hotdog phone case. 

your friends told you to just go for it, be bold and just ask him if he was dating someone already so that you could cease daydreaming about him occupying your thoughts all day and night, preventing you from getting a proper good night's sleep. 

"kiryu, is there a girl you like?" you nervously ask him.

"there is, actually." he replies. "would you like to see her? i can show you." 

oh. so he had someone he liked already.

the way he smiled as he gave you a direct answer made you want to bury yourself in the ground and never come out.

"y-yeah, sure! i want to see. is she pretty?" you tried to hide the discouraged tone in your voice, thinking about how kiryu's thoughts are probably filled to the brim with his crush, like what you had with him. 

"she is! super pretty! this is her." he picks up his phone and flashes the screen in front of you. half of you did not want to see the object of kiryu's desires, but you were curious and the urge to peek won over you. 

on his phone was a picture of none other than you.

it was a zoomed in photo of you, smiling and laughing while you talked with your friends, and it seemed to be taken after you had just waved "hi" to kiryu. it took a while for you to comprehend that what he meant was that the girl he liked all this time was actually you. 

"she likes you too, kiryu." your cheeks were tinged as pink as his hair, and as pink as kiryu's kissable lips. 

speaking of kiryu's kissable lips, they were making their way onto yours now, brushing against yours, as you felt the cold metal of his labret piercing touch the bottom of your lip. his lips were so soft and warm in contrast to his piercing.

"i've wanted to do that for a long time now." the corners of his mouth turning upwards in a sweet smile. little did kiryu know, you wanted his strawberry chapstick flavored kisses just as much, and maybe even longer.