Summary: You go to a fancy dinner party at your best friend’s behest only to realize it’s not your normal dinner party. It’s an engagement where very wealthy find other who match their more… carnal sexual desires. With the promise of fancy rich people food you press on only to meet the serious yet charming Kento Nanami whose motivations for attending the soiree are similar to yours. However a night of good company and conversation leads to much, much more.
Warnings: Porn with plot, NSFW, Minors do not interact, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, blowjobs, dom/sub dynamics, service dom Nanami, a sub who’s a pleaser
A/N: Alright, I know I said Nanami was going to get a Pride and Prejudice series but I’m a slut so this is what happened instead. I also said that I would never put out a series before I finished it again… but I’m a liar too so here we are. This series keeps going as long as you all keep engaging with it. So if you want a part 2 speak up!
It started out as a joke. It all started as something you and a friend were doing in jest. You didn’t have anything else to do, so you figured what the hell when a mutual friend invited you to a dinner party for the very wealthy. Your friend, Kat, was calling it kinky speed dating. Apparently rich people usually used these parties to hook up, so it was a chance to meet people who were into various things, everything from men who liked to be dominated, to women who could send ping pong balls across the room without using their hands. It was a Saturday night, you were freshly unemployed and you had very little to lose. At the very least, it would be a free meal and a story to tell later.
Oddly enough it was a pretty fancy event. It gave you a reason to wear that dress at the back of your closet that you bought on a whim only to realize it was too fancy to just wear out. It was black and the plunging neckline was deep enough to show off your cleavage but still get away with wearing a bra. You wore pumps by necessity, the dress was just too long not to wear heels.
“Damn, you look good,” Kat said when she came to pick you up.
You looked at her, she too wore black, but her dress was strapless, and made her tall figure look even more voluptuous, “You too. Are you actually taking this thing seriously?”
She shrugged, “I’m hoping I’ll run into a pay pig.”
You nodded slowly, “I’m just hoping for a nice meal, that’s it.”
“You better pray for a pay pig too,” she said as you locked your apartment door. You huffed a rueful laugh. Maybe she was right. You weren’t overly worried about your jobless state. You had a good resume and a degree in a great field. You would find work. You just didn’t want to deal with the daily BS of a 9 to 5. At the end of the day, you simply did not dream of labor.
The venue was nice, nicer than you expected. Almost… too nice. You’d been expecting an average person’s fancy meet up, this seemed like a big deal. You were happy that you overdressed. It was well lit inside, which was surprising until you signed a Non Disclosure Agreement. So there were people with reputations in here, the kind of people who would pay a pretty penny to be sure no one breathed a word of this meeting. Some small worried part of your brain wondered if this might be a set up. You stuck close to your friend as she ventured towards the bar, where there were a few bartenders serving up drinks.
“Open bar,” Kat mused as you both stood there, “They got money, money.”
“Mmhm, so have some decorum for once in your life. At least until I eat some rich people food.”
Your mutual friend came over, her eyes were wide with excitement upon seeing the two of you there. She gave you both name tags and a tablet with a questionnaire on it. You sipped your mixed drink while you looked over the paper.
“So glad you two could make it. You two even out our numbers. We had a few last minute cancellations, so you’re really saving my ass here,” she said.
“No prob, Ness. When is food happening? If there’s no food, I’m out.”
“There is food. I’ll send a waiter right over with some hors d'oeuvres for you two. Once you fill out your questionnaire you’ll be matched with someone who you’re most compatible with. You’ll have dinner with them.”
You looked at the screen as you sipped more of your drink, only to nearly choke at the first question: During sex do you find yourself in a leading or following role?
“Straight to the point isn’t it?”
“The people here have very specific tastes,” Ness said, “Look, you don’t have to go home with anyone, you can dine and dash for all I care. Just have dinner.”
You nodded emphatically, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. You filled out the questionnaire, had a few hors d'oeuvres and bided your time. Before long your tablet dinged with a message. It gave you a table to go to. The large room, you realized, acted more as a foyer and you followed the flow of people going to the back towards a hallway. You found your room first. There was a set of four tables in the room, and you noticed the table with your number on it and sat down. The questionnaire wasn’t all about bedroom stuff, there was a good amount of personality based questions so you might just get along with the person you were paired with, at least you’d get along long enough to enjoy dinner. You heard the door open again and another set of people came in. You didn’t turn to see who. It was obvious that the whole point of this setup was to keep things as private as possible. There were dark heavy looking curtains separating each table. to help with privacy. However you looked up immediately when someone came towards your table. He was tall; you noticed that first. You had to crane your head all the way back to look at him. Next he was… broad, probably fit. His shoulders were just something else to look at. Match that with the way his waist nipped in and you realized just how fit he must be underneath that suit. The suit was nice, well-fitted, in fact it was perfect. Almost as perfect as his neatly combed and gelled blond hair. Not a hair out of place, or a wrinkle on his clothes to be found. What a perfectly put together man. He pulled out his chair and sat across from you revealing a face that was more than just handsome but truly visually interesting. He had high sharp cheekbones that hollowed his cheeks quite a bit. His eyes studied you with similar appraisal, even if they looked subtly tired. You might have said bored, if his gaze wasn’t dancing over your form with obvious interest. No, the man in front of you was not bored, not in the least. You wondered if he worked on weekends.
“Hello,” he said politely, “Y/N L/N?” He extended his hand to you.
That was a part of the survey, “Yes, and you are Kento Nanami.” You said his whole name as you put your hand in his, expecting a handshake. Instead he took your hand and kissed your knuckles like you were some kind of beautiful young maiden on the village square. It seemed far more gentlemanly than you expected from a man in this crowd. Your whole face went hot at the gesture.
“I am. You’ll have to excuse me saying it, but you don’t seem like the type to seek out these kinds of parties.”
“What gave me away?” you chuckled.
“Your answers,” he said, holding up the tablet with one hand. You could hardly believe it was the same model they gave you. His hands made it look much smaller. You turned to your own tablet that you’d discarded on the table without another thought.
“Wait, I could have seen your answers?”
He nodded, “So what are you here for, if not the theme of this gathering.”
“Honestly?”
“I do appreciate honesty.”
“Well then, my friend promised me a great meal if I came to this thing. I’m sure you’re a great guy, but my primary motivation is the food.”
“Then we are the same,” he sat back in his chair, obviously pleased by this discovery.
The serious way in which he announced this made you smile, “You’re here for the food too?”
“Yes, a… friend of mine said there would be great food, and he promised to leave me alone about my sex life if I came here.”
“Either you despise this friend of yours, or he’s your best friend,” you laughed.
“Two things can be true at once.”
His answer made you laugh again. Despite his serious disposition, you could tell he meant to make you laugh. There was a sense of satisfaction in his gaze as he regarded your laughter. He had such warm brown eyes, especially for a man with such a serious appearance.
“Okay, so what is it that we do while we wait for this ‘amazing food’,” you air quoted, “I imagine everyone else is talking about their questionnaire.”
“We can still do that. I have a few questions about your answers.”
“Oh?”
“Mmhm,” he picked up the tablet and read off one of your answers, “You said that you simply did not dream of labor.”
“I don’t. I’m good at a lot of things, but I have no real desire to exploit my talents for this capitalist hellscape we live in.”
He hummed, “And what do you do for money?”
“Until very recently? I was a columnist.”
“Did you quit or get fired?”
“Fired. My boss and I didn’t get along. We just couldn’t seem to see eye to eye. He kept looking everywhere but my eyes, you know?”
“And you were fired because?”
“Because I made a complaint… well not officially. Talent reviews came around after I made my complaint and suddenly I wasn’t a team player.”
Nanami nodded slowly, “You might have a case there. Lawsuits like that are pretty easy to win if you’ve got proof of a timeline.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Funny you should say that. I’ve got a folder on my desktop full of screenshots of inappropriate behavior. So what are you, a lawyer?”
He nodded, “I know someone who specializes in cases like yours. She’s young but she’s great at her job.”
“Interesting. I might need her number.” You looked down at his answers as they loaded on your tablet, “Alright, so to you, Mr. Nanami, you said that you called yourself a foodie. Does that just mean you like to eat?”
“I enjoy cooking as well, but it’s hard to rationalize spending much time on it when I’m only cooking for myself, though,” he shrugged.
“You look like a man with good taste, you’ve got to be able to make more than a simple alfredo.”
“You would be right. I’ve taken culinary classes. I’m a great cook. I’m best at Japanese cuisine, but I’m no stranger to Italian,” he said, obviously looking at your list of favorite foods. It was only now occurring to you that that question might have been kink related.
“I’m not picky about my carbs.”
“I have a weakness for carbs as well. Unfortunately I’m not the best baker, but I can make pasta.”
“I can bake,” you said matter-of-factly, “I bake better than I cook actually.”
He raised his eyebrows in an expression of true interest. It was different from the polite human interest he afforded. Now he seemed to be truly engaged.
“Waaait, the bread thing isn’t a kink is it?” you asked.
You actually made him laugh that time, “No, it’s not. I like bread in a very… non-sexual way.”
“Good, because I don’t think I could handle anyone using a loaf I spent forever kneading, and proofing for anything other than its intended purpose.”
“Already considering baking for me,” he teased.
Your face was on fire again, “Well, you seemed very interested. I figured I’d humor you for the sake of conversation.”
A waiter came by to set a bottle of wine on the table. It was your preferred flavor. Then they sat a glass closer to Nanami before he poured your glass. Once they left, you inquired about Nanami’s drink.
“Whiskey.”
“Ooo manly,” you cooed.
He hummed, “I’m not surprised by the dessert wine either.”
You supposed he had a point. You weren’t exactly breaking any stereotypes, “Alright, you got me there.”
Conversation was easy, easier than you ever found it with a man. Ironically, your problem with men was the way they could turn an innocent conversation sexual at the drop of a dime. Nanami was actively doing the opposite. In an environment where it was expected of the two of you to be talking about sex, the two of you were doing anything but. It was fun. You thought maybe he was having fun too. You talked easily as time passed. You playfully slid him the basket of fresh bread.
“Knock yourself out,” you smiled, “I had an ungodly amount of hors d'oeuvres.”
“Thank you. Are you always this generous?”
You shook your head, “No, not at all. I’m actually quite selfish when it comes to food. Consider yourself lucky. I guess I’m feeling grateful I was paired up with a charming dinner date. I was really ready to suffer in the name of fancy food and free drinks. Saying it out loud to someone who isn’t invested in convincing me to be here is revealing just how badly this could have gone for me.”
He nodded, “Yes, I have to say the same. I was ready to dodge some rabid woman’s ceaseless advances.”
You snorted, “Mmhm, you probably have to beat the ladies off of you with a stick. You walk in with your nice suit and your shiny cufflinks, without a hair out of place, I can only imagine the kind of attention you get.”
He paused in the middle of chewing to narrow his eyes at you. You smiled at his skepticism. You were finding that you were actually a little bit curious about his other answers, the ones you couldn’t spin in an innocent direction.
“The audacity of you, Mr. Nanami,” you teased with a smile, “Acting like we don’t know about the other answers on this survey.”
“I thought we were here for the food,” he said when his mouth wasn’t full anymore.
You shrugged, “What can I say, you charmed me. We can at least talk about the other things, you know if you want. If not, it’s no big deal.”
He paused thinking it over, “What answer caught your eye?”
Your answering grin almost hurt your cheeks, “Spanking. You weren’t very specific. Are we talking, belts, crops, floggers-”
“Open palm. I prefer open palm.”
“Me too,” you breathed.
“Mmhm, it’s almost as if this was a compatibility test,” He said before tearing off another piece of bread to eat.
“Well there are things I said nothing about. Like ropes. I said absolutely nothing about them.”
“But you didn’t say no to them, that would be a talking point.”
“Oh… well then, not off the bat, but maybe after some trust was built I might be open to trying things like that. I actually… don’t see anything here that I wouldn’t be open to trying. Possible punishment… multiple orgasms? Sir, is this really a punishment?”
“Trust me, it can be.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, still skeptical, “If you say so, I know what punishment I’d want.”
He only smiled in response. You continued to carry the conversation while Nanami enjoyed the bread. Drinking loosened your tongue a bit, until you were no longer shy to talk about things on your own list.
“I think I might like to be choked, as long as you don’t surprise me with it. I had a guy go straight to that out of nowhere.”
“Horrifying.”
“Very. I saw my life flash before my eyes. But I lived to tell the tale.”
“You know, I can’t decide if coming to this thing for free food is admirable or stupid on you part.”
“I didn’t put down a degradation kink,” you grumbled.
“I didn’t mean to offend,” he chuckled, “but these things could be dangerous for a woman… specifically a non dominant woman.”
“Well, every interaction with a man is dangerous when you’re a woman. At least I get fancy food out of this interaction.”
“Hm, you’re right. So it’s admirable. For the record, I don’t enjoy doing anything my partner hasn’t given me explicit consent to do,” he said seriously.
“I see that,” you nodded, but you gave him a little smile, “you have non-consent as a hard no.”
He returned your expression, “You do too.”
You wrinkled your nose, “It’s almost like it was a compatibility test.”
Conversation was a bit sparse as the main course came and you were allowed a moment to think things over. Were you really thinking about this? Maybe just for a night. He was handsomeand sweet in a very deadpan way. There was just something about him that you liked. It was probably the most you ever laughed on a date. You told him about Kat and how she talked you into this situation and he told you about his friend, Gojo, when a particularly loud laugh interrupted the relatively dull roar of conversations. There were curtains on either side of you, so you couldn’t see the other tables, but when he heard the laugh he sighed.
“That’s my friend.”
“Well he sounds like he’s having a great time.”
“He’s probably laughing at his own joke.”
You snorted, before devolving into giggles, “Do you really think?”
“Oh I know.”
“I laugh at my own jokes all the time. I think I’m hilarious.”
“I actually believe that you’re funny. He is not.”
“Mm, so what happens now. Dessert?” You asked.
“… There is an actual dessert, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Mmhm, ugh after eating all of this I’m going to be useless. Do other people take their matches home after all this? I think I’d get a stomach cramp.”
“Some people are into that kind of thing,” he said dryly.
You looked at him, narrowed your eyes and then slowly turned your gaze to the tablet as if you were checking his answers to see if he was one of those people. He laughed at that.
“I’m not one of those people. If I’m honest, I just thought we would exchange numbers.”
“That works for me.”
“What are you doing next weekend?”
“I’m free Friday and Saturday. Take out your phone. I’ll give you my number. You can give me the details.”
“Excellent.”
~
Kat was over the moon about the fact that your night ended in you getting someone’s number. She went home with the guy she met and spent all of Sunday brunch singing his praises. She wasn’t sure if she’d see him again, but you could kinda tell she was hoping she did. Still she was more excited that you were meeting up with Nanami.
“I didn’t even know dates were on the table!” Kat exclaimed.
“Did you ask?”
“…No. The man was drop dead gorgeous. I was just trying to get in his pants.”
“Well my match was a proper gentleman… who was also there for the food, but we hit it off. He’s taking me to a gallery.”
“Bitch, if you just found your soulmate Ness is going to demand to be maid of honor at your wedding.”
“Katrina, it is one date. Damn, aren’t we getting just a little ahead of ourselves?”
“Oh come on, it’s a little romantic isn’t it?”
“I’m just hoping to maybe get my back blown out one good time. Anything that happens after that is just a plus.”
The gallery was a new art installation, neutral ground for the two of you to meet and decide once and for all if the chemistry you had at that party was still there. The two of you texted a bit in between then and now and the vibes were still good, Nanami was just a busy man and he couldn’t be on the phone with you all the time, though his response times after work were promising, up until like ten when you were sure that he went to sleep. He seemed to have old man tendencies, which you loved. You couldn’t be bothered to stay up all night with anyone and you weren’t even that old. To be fair neither was Nanami but it seemed like you both had old people tendencies despite your age.
“So you write?” Nanami said.
“I write, but I always thought I’d write fiction… not use my imagination to fuel the machine you know? They say I’m a good columnist, but I don’t think I’m anything special. I’m more proud of my fiction.”
“I’d say you’re a brilliant columnist.”
You glanced away from the statue in front of you to look up at him, “You read my work?”
“I was curious. I like to see things for myself, and I am determined that no agency in their right mind would get rid of you from a talent standpoint.”
“Right, because you told me I had a case.”
“Mmhm, and I believe it more after reading your work.”
You hummed, stopping to study the lithe form of a woman shrouded in a veil that looked so real you almost forgot it was all marble. It was such a beautiful piece.
“Well thank you. How about you, did you always dream of being a lawyer?”
He shrugged. “I’m good at it. If I have to do something, I would rather do what suits me. And the pay is good.”
“Hm, prosecutor or defense?”
“Defense. I hate working with cops.” He said the last sentence with so much conviction you could only guess that there was a story there. You found that you quite liked pulling Nanami’s stories out of him. He wasn’t of the natural disposition to spend a very long time talking about himself. However, with the proper motivation you found that you could get him talking.
“That’s what I’m talking about. See? I knew I liked you.” You laughed.
He scoffed, but seemed pleased by your approval nonetheless. He looked away from you to study another sculpture giving you a chance to study him a bit. Did he have any idea how his jawline put the carved marble around you to shame. Michelangelo, himself, would have taken Nanami as his muse. His bone structure was just a thing of beauty. It was almost rude to the art to have him walking about flaunting his perfection like that. You wondered if he was a bottle blond and if you’d be disappointed or impressed if he was. Blond was a bold voluntary choice, you were sure that his hair’s lightness sharpened his features even more. It was a striking look, but you supposed even if it was natural it took a good eye for style to know to leave well enough alone.
“So you’re a lawyer with an eye for art, good food, and you’re single how?” you struck up conversation again as you stood in front of a tall abstract piece.
He shrugged, “The process of dating is tedious and I’m picky.”
You understood that well enough. You’d been single for some time all because you hated dating. You hated going out with men you didn’t really know and having them disappoint you even though you didn’t expect much to begin with. It was exhausting.
“If I’m honest, and I hope you won’t think ill of me for being straightforward, I don’t really have the time to maintain a solid relationship.”
“Mm, so what’s this date for,” you asked patiently.
“You can think about it as an… audition.”
“Ooh, you’re one of those,” you sighed. Your shoulders slumped a bit. This was the part of things where he disappointed you. Well, at least you got to see some nice art.
“What do you mean?”
“A ‘high-value’ alpha male. Are you about to ask me what I bring to the table?” You stopped walking, turning so that you were right in front of him and could look him in the eye. There was genuine confusion in his gaze as he looked down at you.
“That would be a stupid question. I asked you on the date… I’m not asking you to prove yourself that way… and that alpha male study on wolves was debunked years ago. Look, I value both of our time, so here is what I’m trying to figure out about you: I want to know if you’re the kind of woman who can handle a mutually beneficial relationships without emotional attachment… beyond a friendship.”
You blinked at him, “You’re looking for a friend with benefits?”
“I suppose, but I’d actually enjoy a friendship with you. Most engagements like that don’t actually involve much friendship despite the name”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “It’s like I made you in a lab.”
“So you’re looking for the same.”
You nodded before you turned on your heel to keep walking, “It’s going to sound complicated but… I always thought that if I could just find someone to exclusively have sex with, maybe cuddle on the weekends, and the two of us weren’t having sex with anyone else then I could be happy with that level of companionship. I like my personal space, and room to think. I’m kinda uninterested in the games people play with one another. What I’m saying is… I’ve been looking for a straightforward person.”
“Then our meeting was incredibly serendipitous.”
“Or maybe it was a very good compatibility test.”
“Maybe so… do you want to get out of here?”
You looked around the gallery as if you were really considering staying before answering, “Dunno, are we going to bang if we do?”
He pulled in a slow breath and took a moment to look playfully disappointed with you, before he answered, “Depends, do you have up to date STD and STI testing results.”
Your eyes widened and you slowly reached out to poke his chest, “God, you’re so lifelike. But you just don’t seem real.”
“Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“Good, very good, I got a check up when you scheduled this date… you know just in case. I’ve got my results on my phone. You?”
He nodded, “I got tested before I proposed the date. Let’s get out of here then.”
Nanami’s place made your apartment look like a run down hovel. The front lobby alone was something to marvel at, though you had sense enough not to gawk. You walked beside him, enjoying the companionable yet charged silence between the two of you. There was something… subtly intimidating about him. Maybe it was his comfort with silence and his lack of boasting. Any other man would be regalling you with information about how hard it was to get into a place like this, and how he made more than enough to support his lifestyle. In fact, another man might have told you right off the bat that he lived in a luxurious high rise. Nanami’s displays of wealth were far more subtle and not even displays. They were just a byproduct of him. His watch was shiny and deceptively simple. You’d dated a guy once who was really into watches and he used to lust over one watch, the one on Nanami’s wrist. It was a Tag Heuer- Carrera edition. It was a $4000 watch and it appeared to just be his everyday watch. Then there was his cologne. It was more apparent in the elevator now that you were standing so close to him in a closed area. It was intoxicating, masculine for sure, but more of a clean scent than anything. It was refreshing, with the light musk the many masculine fragrances had. It made you want to press your nose into his neck and get a big whiff.
You peered up at the climbing numbers, wondering just how high up the two of you were going to go. As it kept climbing you looked at Nanami only to realize he was looking straight at you. You raised an eyebrow in questioning.
“I’m trying to remember if I told you how beautiful you look tonight, but I can’t remember.”
Your face flushed, “Oh… um I think you did.”
“Hm, well it bears repeating. You are stunning. I like you in pearls.”
You were wearing a pair of Vivienne Westwood earrings that you won from Ness in a bet. It was perhaps the most expensive jewelry you owned, aside from a couple of things your grandmother gave to you before she passed. You touched the earrings trying to curb your own smile at his compliment.
“Thank you. You’re quite beautiful too,” you offered when you recovered enough to respond.
He scoffed, “Thank you.”
The elevator dinged and you didn’t get to look at the floor number before the door opened. You followed Nanami out into the quiet hallway. You looked around and noticed that the only other door on this side floor looked to be a fire exit and maybe a storage closet. He opened the door to his place and let you walk in first. You noticed the shoes at the doorway and took off your pumps at the door. It felt weird to even set your shoes next to what were probably thousand dollar dress shoes, but you tried not to dwell on it for long and just be glad that you decided to wear thigh highs with your dress. You hated the way tights could roll up on your stomach. It was aggravating to say the very least, so thigh highs and garters were your solution to that problem.
“Can I make you a drink?” he asked while you looked out on the far side of the… well penthouse. It was a penthouse with a view of the whole city through floor to ceiling windows. Well, you knew he had an eye for pleasing aesthetics.
“What do you have?” you asked, tearing your gaze from the view.
“Quite a bit, but you don’t strike me as someone with a taste for scotch.”
“You’re right about that. Any tequila?”
“Yes, actually. I’ve got all the ingredients for a tequila sunrise if that appeals to you.”
“Sounds great.”
The penthouse had an open design. It was a bachelor pad in the best possible way. It was clean, well put together and the simple yet well thought out design was refreshing to look at. His furniture was mostly neutral tones, with an obvious preference for shades of brown and cream together. There were pops of blue about and it was surprisingly complimentary. There was a bar that separated the kitchen and living room area. You took a seat and watched him discard his suit jacket on the back of the bar chair beside you before going behind the bar himself.
You took the chance to go through your phone and produce your clinic results. What better time to talk about your status than over drinks, right? You paused, watching him neatly fold his sleeves up until they were at his elbow, revealing strong forearms. It was hot. It was hotter than it had any right to be, especially paired with his waistcoat. The suit jacket was really hiding just how built he was.
He made your drink with expert precision that made you wonder if he’d ever worked at a bar before. You didn’t care to break the silence, or interrupt the view you had as he shook the orange juice and tequila mixture, seeing the subtle flex of the muscles in his forearms and the way his sleeves strained just a bit around his biceps. Why the hell did a lawyer need to be this fit?
“So clean you could eat off me,” you said when he stopped shaking the mixture, holding your phone out to him. He leaned in a bit more to look at the screen and you were immediately distracted by the sharp cut of his jawline. You could only imagine how good he’d look if you were on your knees. It was not often that you immediately jumped to being on your knees, but there was something about Nanami.
He set the cocktail shaker aside before grabbing his own phone to find his own results. He set it on the bar for you and you looked at the results, reading it over thoughtfully.
“Clean as a whistle I’d like to blow,” you winked at him as you caught his gaze.
He smirked, “I might take you up on that.” He focused on pouring grenadine into the bottom of the cup, which was a bit different than how you usually saw people do it. Next there was the ice, then the orange juice and tequila. He gave it a short stir, before setting the glass down on the bar in front of you.
He poured his own drink. It was some kind of brown liquor that he drank neat. You sipped at the drink he made for you and you were happy to say it was perfect.
“I know our first impressions of each other exposed us to move our… desires more than other people normally do, but for the first night let’s keep it simple.
“You mean vanilla?”
“I mean, we’ll find what we both like. Just feel it out.”
“This is still part of the audition, huh?” you teased.
“That was a poor choice of words on my part,” he chuckled, “But we’re just figuring out what works, but I have a good feeling about you.”
You cocked your head to one side, “What does that mean, Mr. Nanami?”
“I’m usually a good read of character, and I can tell that we’re going to get along just fine.”
“Right, that’s what makes you a good enough lawyer to afford a place like this.”
He shrugged, “It doesn’t hurt.” He took a sip and licked his lips absently. His lips were a pretty shade of pink, that you couldn’t wait to kiss.
“So, tell me this, Kento, in your plan for this thing,” you gestured between the two of you, “What’s on the table?”
“What are you interested in? I prefer to take the lead, only because I’m particular.”
“I like that, I’m indecisive. I don’t know where to start.”
“Oh? What are your options?” He asked, coming around the bar to sit beside you.
“Um, well… I’ve been thinking about you kissing me.”
“That’s chaste.”
You pouted, “Well I already said I wanted to blow you.”
“You did and I am okay with that, and you can have a kiss.”
“Just one?”
“As many as you want,” he indulged you, “I have things I’m interested in, and you can tell me what interests you out of that list.”
You brought your drink up to your lips for liquid courage and to help with the sudden dryness in your mouth, “Oh? Is it a long list?”
“Not terribly, at least, not in the case of foreplay. In general, the list is quite long,” he paused for a moment and you noticed him looking at you, “I’ll admit, I’ve been wanting to kiss you, and I do think you’d make a pretty picture on your knees, but I think the view from between your thighs might be better. Thigh highs? Did you mean to tease me?”
His eyes flicked down to your legs, and you knew that your dress rode up a bit to reveal a bit of your garters, “No, I don’t like tights.”
“Then an innocent choice,” he said, hooking his finger in the garter closest to him and snapping it lightly, “Well, when I’m done between your thighs, I want to take my time opening you up for me. I think I’ll make you cum on my fingers… if you’re alright with that.”
“I guess I can find it in my heart to agree to that,” you said blithely, as if it was really a hardship to agree to him eating you out and fingering you.
“So, we can move from the bar to my bedroom. You can get your kiss, I’d like you to sit on my lap for that, and I want to take my time touching every part of your body until I know it from muscle memory alone.”
“That sounds like teasing.”
“You like teasing,” he reminded you, “I do know what you’re into.”
“Did you memorize my answers?”
“I have a great memory.”
You drank the last of your tequila sunrise before turning to fully face Nanami, “To the bedroom then.”
He simply nodded standing and offering his hand as you hopped down from the barstool. He led you past the front room into a tucked away hallway with a couple of doors on either side. The last door he opened was the bedroom and it was a sizable room on the corner of the building, meaning the wrap-around view was breathtaking. He sat on bed first, which appeared much bigger than a normal king size and far more comfortable than you ever saw a man’s bed look. The man had decorative pillows for fuck’s sake. He pulled you with him gently, coaxing you into his lap. You put your knee down on the bed, and you straddled his lap. His hands slid up your thighs, lifting the skirt of your dress so that you could settle in his lap easier. You let your hands rest on his shoulder. Seeing him even closer was somewhat overwhelming. His eyes were such a warm shade of brown, something about them made you a bit shy.
“Hi,” you breathed, when you realized you were just staring at him.
“Hello,” he gave your thighs a firm squeeze, “You’re even prettier up close.”
You bit your lip trying not to smile at his compliment. It wasn’t the first time a man complimented you for crying out loud, but the way he said it was just so genuine.
“Come here,” he pulled you in closer to him and you let your eyes flutter closed as you pressed your lips to his. Nanami was a great kisser, not at all hurried in his movements. He wasn’t over eager to get his tongue in your mouth, indulging you with sweet, chaste, lingering kisses before he ventured to deepening the kiss. By that point you were melting into him with the way his hands rubbed your thighs under the skirt of your dress. His hands were big, and warm, wrapping around the soft, pliant flesh of your thighs. He squeezed them at random intervals, as if he was simply relishing in the way they gave under his palms. His palms were smooth, soothing against the skin, easily coaxing you into relaxing even more under his touch. His tongue brushed against yours and you found yourself leaning into him for more. Your chest was pressed firmly against him and you began to rock subtly in his lap, adding to the ocean of sensations already flooding your body. You whined in his mouth when his hands went higher and he gripped your ass, pulling you against him firmly. He was encouraging you to keep grinding against him. The warmth in the pit of your stomach was blossoming lower, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You pulled away to breathe and he kissed your neck before speaking in your ear.
“Do you prefer to undress yourself, or shall I?”
“You do the honors,” you breathed. He took his hands from under your dress and you lamented the chill on your thighs that it left. But soon enough he was pulling down the zipper of your dress and his hands brushed against your skin as he pulled it over your head. You did spend an embarrassing amount of time deciding what to wear under your dress. Look you didn’t knowthat tonight would end this way, but you didn’t want to be caught slipping. The pretty blue set was as comfortable as it was sexy and you appreciated that Nanami pulled back to look at it, instead of just pulling it right off of you. He traced his fingers over the lace that trimmed the bra cups, and therefore over the soft skin of your breasts.
“Oh, you’re not a tease at all. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“I try,” you breathed unabashedly.
He kissed your forehead and you thought you were going to lose your goddamn mind at such a tender moment.
“Can I do what I want now?” you asked.
“Hm, and what’s that?”
“You know,” you sighed.
He raised an eyebrow, “Refresh my memory.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“You’re already doing that.”
“Kento,” you huffed and he didn’t seem like he was going to budge so you bit the bullet, “Let me suck you off.”
“Are you asking me, or telling me?”
“I’m asking.”
“Then ask.”
“Can I please suck you off?”
He paused and you could tell he was deciding whether or not to give you a hard time, “If that’s what you want, let me get a pillow for your knees.”
“Oh, thank you.” You didn’t expect him to be so thoughtful. He leaned back to grab a decorative pillow to put on top of the plush rug beneath you. You got out of his lap slowly, and knelt between his long legs. You glanced up at him with wide eyes. The view was just as good as you expected. The sharp cut of his bone structure, matched with those warm brown eyes was scratching an itch in your brain unlike any other.
“Well, go on,” he encouraged. You looked down at his belt and set upon the task of undoing it. There was a bit of trepidation in your movements, anticipation made you anxious. It was an odd mix of emotions. His belt was made of soft yet sturdy leather and you spent no time appreciating it as the buckle came loose and you undid his pants. You didn’t care to get his pants all the way off. Instead, you just pulled him out. Sure he was probably going to have to get his expensive pants dry cleaned but you were sure he wouldn’t mine. He was half hard already, proving to be thick and more than a mouthful. You pressed his lips against the head to kiss it before. Letting it part your lips. Nanami gave a sharp exhale and you lifted your gaze to see him. You took your time, sucking the head and bobbing your head slowly. You could feel him growing in your mouth until he was fully erect. That’s when you lifted your hands to cover the rest of his length that you couldn’t get to.
“Mm, that’s amazing. Squeeze harder for me,” he breathed, his voice coming out a bit deeper than he’d spoken to you all night. You obeyed immediately, tightening your grip and sucking him harder. He groaned and his head lulled to one side. He brought his hand down and you expected him to try to push you down his length, something you weren’t the biggest fan of. You put a preemptive hand on his thigh only for him to simply stroke your cheek with a light touch.
“You’re already so good for me, so proud of you honey.”
Your eyes closed so he wouldn’t see the way your eyes rolled back in your head at his praise. Well if he was going to be like that, then maybe you would give it your all. You relaxed your throat and breathed through your nose as you took more of him in your mouth. As you built your pace the steady glug glug glug of your movements was joined by Nanami’s quiet moans as his hips canted up involuntarily to meet you.
“Just like that. Ah, you’re so good at that. Make me- Ugh make me cum. Be good and make me come.”
Your jaw ached a bit but you weren’t going to stop until you did as he said. From the way he groaned, you knew it wouldn’t take terribly long.
Just like you thought just a bit longer and he was coming. The taste of him was pretty mild which wasn’t surprising. He seemed like the kind of guy who drank a lot of water and a balanced diet.
You pulled back looking up at him as you wiped tears, from suppressing your gag reflex, off your cheeks. Nanami looked down at you, watching as you wiped your mouth with your hand.
“Aren’t you pretty?” He murmured, pressing a warm hand to your cheek. You leaned into his touch as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.
You squeezed your legs together.
“Bet you’re wet. Is that getting a little uncomfortable?”
You nodded.
“Do you want me to take care of you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Manners too, huh? I told you we are taking it slow. You don’t have to be so formal with me yet.” He spoke as he kept stroking your face. After another second he tucked himself away and pulled you to your feet. He told you how he wanted you.
You laid on your back with your legs spread wide. Your knees were bent so that your feet were flat on the bed. You were propped up on your elbows to see Nanami. His face was neutral yet his eyes were focused directly between your legs. All the while, his fingers hooked into his tie, loosening the knot until the fabric slipped off of his neck. He tossed it carelessly before moving on to unbuttoning his shirt. Maybe you should have been focusing on the carved muscle each undid button revealed, but your eyes focused on his hands instead, the precise and quick movements his fingers made to free himself of the garment. By the time you realized that he looked like a carved marble statue of some prolific god he was shrugging off the shirt entirely and you were looking at his lower stomach. His pants were still open so you were treated to the view of a sparse happy trail of light golden hair that caught the limited light of the room. He continued towards you gripping your calves and tugging you to the edge of the bed. You yelped a surprised sound at the quick movement as you fell on your back. You lifted your head again to see his amused smirk as he knelt down between your legs.
He kissed your inner thigh, leaving a trail up to the crotch of your underwear, and then turning to kiss a trail up your other thigh. The anticipation mounted and all you could do was watch. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Something had to give right? He couldn’t be handsome, rich, transparent, and give good head. There were too many good things back to back. What was the catch? His finger brushed against your clothed sex.
“I can already see how wet you are for me,” he murmured. His voice was beguiling in its calmness. You felt yourself sinking into it as he tugged your panties up to press against your more firmly.
“Did pleasing me make you all wet?”
“Yes, yes, sir.”
His eyebrow quirked up as he lifted his gaze from your sex to look you in the eye, “Are you calling me sir because you think I like it or because you like it?”
You blinked and realized what you just said. There was no judgment in his tone, it was an honest question. And it deserved an honest answer.
“I didn’t really think about it. I can stop if you don’t like it.”
“I asked if you liked it,” he pressed his thumb right against your clit. The pressure made your empty pussy clench.
You whined quietly, “I do. I like it.”
“Carry on then,” he said, looking back between your legs and freeing you from the spell of his eyes. He pressed an open mouth kiss against your sex. The warmth and wetness of his mouth slowly seeped through the fabric of your underwear. Then the stiff tip of his tongue traced the seam of your lips. You rolled your hips against his face.
“Please, sir,” you whimpered.
He pulled away and began to unclip your garters so he could pull off your panties. Notably he did not try to take off the thighs highs. He tossed your panties with the same carelessness as he did his own clothing. He had one point of focus and that was at your lightly glistening sex. He spread you open with his thumbs and you were half afraid he was going to do that god awful stiff tongue thing against your clit. But no, he opened his mouth and sealed it around your clit, gently sucking the little bud into his mouth. With each steady pulse, his tongue worried the sensitive bud. It was utterly disarming just how good he felt without much preamble. It never felt this good off the bat. No man ever found your clit so quickly or with such devastating precision. All you could do was gasp harshly and grip the bedding. He held you in place against his mouth as he licked and sucked against your sex. You felt very nearly paralyzed as pleasure washed over your body.
“Ah, sir, feels… feels so good.”
He sucked a bit harder as he pulled away, giving your clit a little kiss. He did it again for good measure before he started petting through your folds.
“That right? I can tell, you’re so wet for me, and I’ve bed barely even gotten to work on you.”
You threw an arm over your face trying to hide your bashfulness.
“Look at me,” he demanded. You moved your arm to do as he said.
“No need to be embarrassed. I like how you taste, I could spend all day like this,” he punctuated his sentence with another kiss before continuing, “I’m going to put a finger in. Relax, I want you to be good and ready for me.” He sealed his lips around your clit again then slid one finger inside of you. Nanami’s fingers were much longer and thicker than yours and he curved it just right so that he could feel for your g-spot. You moaned when he found that spongy place inside you that sent pure pleasure through your veins.
“Yes!” You whined, “right there.”
It felt like there was some other force behind the movement of your body. You couldn’t help writhing in ecstasy as you felt your pleasure rising to new heights. Through it al Nanami kept his mouth perfectly sealed against your clit, moving with you as you squirmed and shuddered. He added a second finger and you knew you were done for. His fingers moved firmly against that one spot. He wasn’t exactly rough, and it didn’t exactly hurt, it was just intense… and you knew what would happen if he kept at that. You could feel the quick curl of his fingers all the way in your lower stomach.
“Kento,” you breathed, hands going to bury your fingers in his hair. He hummed, an acknowledgement that you were talking to him and an added sensation between your legs. It made you gasp, before cursing, stuck between pulling him in closer and pushing him away. You didn’t think you were actually strong enough to push him away anyway.
“I’m gonna- ah Kento, I’m gonna ruin your fucking bedding,” you pushed the words out in a rush, looking down at him between your legs. He opened his eyes to meet your gaze, disrupting his look of utter peace, and raised an eyebrow at you, before he added a third finger and started going harder against your g-spot while sucking your clit.
It felt like he was literally pulling your orgasm out of you as you moaned unabashedly. When you came you threw your head back, arching against the intense sensation of pleasure as you felt yourself gush around his fingers. You couldn’t hear the deep satisfied sound that Nanami let out, because you were just too loud. He pulled away before you could get too sensitive. You relaxed against the bed, trying to catch your breath. All the while you stared unseeingly at the ceiling until Nanami was suddenly looming over you.
“Still with me, beautiful?”
“Yeah, still here. Fuck, that was too good. Way too good?”
“Hm, we’re going to have to do something about that dirty mouth of yours. Until then shall we continue?”
“Yes sir,” you breathed, finally cognizant enough to keep your gaze on him as he got off of the bed to go to the bedside table. It seemed like a bad time to consult with God about the beauty of his creations, but dammit this was unfair. Nanami stood, silhouetted by the cityscape with his pants open, shirtless grabbing a condom. His hair was slightly askew from your hands and you could see the flush in cheeks even in the limited light. There was something about disheveling such a put together man that made your blood run even hotter. Still, despite his outward appearance there was still something prim and proper about him. It was probably just the way he held himself, the confidence with which he moved, that still portrayed him as put together even when he held the foil wrapper in his teeth while he took off his pants. Then of course you were distracted once again by his dick.
You’d had your mouth all over it not too long ago, you knew it was big, not monstrous but enough to make you wonder if he really knew what he was doing. Honestly, if awful stroke game was the thing that was bad about him, you could handle that. That could be worked on. However, he strolled over to you casually, still holding the condom in his teeth and picked you up to arrange you differently in the bed. He really just put you at the head of the bed before climbing up himself. He knelt between your open legs for a moment then snagged a pillow to put under your hips. You just knew he was going to be stupid good at this part too.
He ripped the foil open with his teeth, before taking out the condom.
It occurred to you that you still had your bra on, “Should I keep this on?”
He glanced at you, “I like it. You went through the trouble of dressing up for me, I wanna fuck you in your little set.”
The man was a menace you realized. That was the catch. He was going to make you lose your goddamn mind.
“Are you alright?” he asked at your prolonged silence.
“Pinch me, I need to be sure I’m not dreaming.”
He chuckled before pinching your thigh lightly, “Careful, I’m susceptible to flattery too. You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, sweet thing?”
“Yes, sir.”
He hummed a pleased sound before he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, moving slowly so as not to hurt you. Your brow furrowed at the intrusion but not because of pain, no far from it. Every passing inch of him felt better than the last, and your heart rate was quickly mounting. You kept your eyes on him, taking in the way the tension in his body made his muscles look even better. The tension in his stomach revealed just how strong his core was. No man had any right to be this perfect. You watched his hips move closer to the backs of your thighs and every second you swore you couldn’t take any more of him. Small desperate sounds left your chest. When he was fully seated inside of you he put a hand on your stomach, caressing the soft skin before his hand settled on your hip.
“You take me so well,” he breathed, “Maybe I’m the one who made you in a factory.”
You could only manage a quiet moan as you focused on relaxing around the heavy girth of him. His thumb rubbed against your hip bone absently as he continued to sing your praises.
“Breathe, for me. You’re doing so well, honey, just relax, let me take care of you. Everything else has felt good hasn’t it?”
You nodded.
“Words.”
“Yes, yes, feels good. Feels so good.”
“Alright, then trust me, I’ll make this even better. I’ve never had a woman so pretty and perfect, I’m gonna ruin you, spoil you so rotten you won’t be able to tolerate anyone else, and that’s a promise.”
He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in shallowly and even that felt like heaven. You opened your legs wider, wanting him closer. On his next thrust he pulled back a bit more before pushing back in slowly. He was slowly building the pace, coaxing a fever hotter than before. You couldn’t quite be quiet, though you fought to hush yourself so you could hear the low, pleased groans that escaped Nanami as he fucked you. His pace was firm, fast, controlled, and utterly devastating. That harsh clap of skin together might have been embarrassing if you could focus on something other than pleasure, and just how hot he looked, with his eyes squeezed close, obviously getting lost in his ecstasy as you clenched to squeeze him tighter. He went faster, making the head of his bed hit the wall, a hard staccato to keep time with your desperate moans.
Your legs shook, squeezing against his hips as he fucked you without restraint now that you were more than ready for him. He was relentless in his movements, constantly hitting that spot inside of you, over and over again until your brain felt like it was useless mush inside your head. At some point you were sure you started running your mouth, promising him anything in the world, who knows what the hell you signed over to him, especially when he grabbed the backs of your thighs and pushed your knees back towards your chest, and out a bit, to open you up more to him. At that point, it felt like he was in your fucking lungs, driving the air out of you, controlling the tide of your breath with every thrust.
“So good. Fuck feels! Fuck,” you called out brokenly.
“Feels good?” he rumbled at you.
“Yeah,” your voice came out far more needy and high pitched than you meant for it to.
“Yeah?” he teased and you watched him bite his lip as he smiled, a truly pussy drunk expression that you could get used to seeing.
“Choke me,” you blurted out.
“Oh?” his dark eyes opened to look at you. He shifted his weight forward, moving in closer as he put a hand around your through. His hand easily engulfed your throat, and as you instinctively held on to his wrist you realized he was choking you with the hand that wore that sexy ass watch. You whined feeling him squeeze the sides of your throat. The heady feeling that followed made your eyes roll back in your head. He fucked you harder, looming over you for a moment before he started kissing, and nipping at the supple skin of your breasts, up to your collarbone. He spoke to you then, his voice right in your ear. The only thing that betrayed the effect you had on him was how hard he breathed. Otherwise, his voice was smooth, deep, and deceptively calm, promising to make you come like no one ever had before as if he hadn’t already done that. Every bit of praise, and promise to take care of you was doing something to your head.
Before long you had no idea how long the two of you had been at it, but your thighs were shaking, and the sound of your coupling was wet.You came once and he just kept fucking you through it until it felt like that orgasm was just a part of the mounting pleasure that threatened to shake you apart now. At this point, you’d do anything he told you to. Sweat made his hair begin to stick to his forehead, and the ruddy flush on his cheeks matched with his unabashed moans told you he was close.
“Fuck,” he cursed, a truly wrecked sound as you clenched around him involuntarily, “Trying to kill me, honey?”
That did it, the playful tone, disheveled appearance, and the fact that he’d cursed. You came hard, sinking your nails into him. You would have bitten him, if he was close enough to do so. Your orgasm was a near out of body experience. He let go of your throat once and for all as he buried his face against your throat, moaning as the harsh contractions of your sex made him lose control. You could hear him moan right in your ear, and it was probably the hottest thing you’d ever heard. One thing you knew for sure, you were locked in with Kento Nanami.
Aftercare was sweet, and more involved than you expected considering that things were still pretty vanilla. You both cleaned up a bit, sharing a shower that only got a little hot and heavy as Nanami admitted he’d wanted to spend more time with your breasts. When you were clean Nanami gave you one of his under shirts to sleep in. He changed the linen but obviously didn’t bother making the bed.
“Come here,” he beckoned when he was done.
“Oh, I get to sleep over too?”
“It’s late, plus, I think we earned it.”
“You won’t be mortally offended if I turn away from you in the night. I get hot in my sleep.” You came over and put your hand in his, allowing him to pull you into his arms.
“That won’t be a problem. I made the A/C colder,” he said with a lilt of humor in his voice.
“Ithoughtit was colder in here.”
He pulled you in close to him, and you wiggled about until you were comfortable in his hold. He was incredibly warm, and you couldn’t see yourself trying to escape with just how cold the room had become.
“So… how was my audition?” you asked after a moment of silence.
Summary: You had to go out of the country for work leaving you all alone. The guys miss you and you miss them, thankfully the three of you have a few creative solutions to satisfy your cravings for each other.
Requests: A few people requesting seeing more of Geto and Gojo together so this is answering that request in full.
A/N: This could probably be read as a stand alone, but I highly recommend reading the series. btw comments mean that you get more stuff like this sooner.
You didn’t often travel in your line of work. Everything you needed to do, could be done with a laptop and a little peace and quiet. However, with your new position as Senior Creative Director, there were a lot of moving pieces, people you needed to talk to, photo shoots you had to be sure got the right shots, and after the last shoot overseas had some technical difficulties, you went with your design team and the photography team to oversee everything and help them be a bit more organized. Initially, you were excited at the prospect of travel even if it was for work. It was for two whole weeks so you would have plenty of time to sight see after work. Geto had dropped you off at the airport, and you were so busy the first couple of days that you hadn’t been able to think of much else other than your work.
Of course… you hadn’t considered the fact that you hadn’t been without either of your boyfriends since you started dating them. By the second week, things were going smoothly at work so you had time to think, you realized just how much you missed those idiots. You called them when your work day was over. It was late for them, but they still answered, obviously in Gojo’s room cuddling without you.
“You two look comfy,” you grumbled.
Gojo grinned at you before kissing Geto’s neck, “Jealous, baby?”
“Extremely. You two have each other. And it’s just me here.”
“Poor thing,” Geto sighed, though he didn’t actually sound that sorry for you.
“We’ll send you something to get you through the night just as soon as you hang up,” Gojo said.
“That’s unimaginative. Why can’t I get a live show?”
He groaned quietly, “Smart. You’re so smart. I’ll get the tripod.”
“I’m upset that you have the equipment for this kind of thing,” Geto said his voice superficially disappointed. Notably, he wasn’t saying no to this arrangement at all. He just liked to pretend to be so above it all.
“Well how do you think I get those angles for my thirst traps,” Gojo called back, further away from the phone.
“He started putting more effort in his thirst traps after you sent back critiques for his lighting and angle choices,” Geto said in a conspiratorial tone. You snorted thinking of the time you critiqued Gojo’s photo the way you would a set of shots from work. He had an attitude with you for the rest of the day, but his pictures were better. In retrospect, you probably shouldn’t have given him the power to improve.
“It’s not even late where you are is it?” Geto asked you.
“No. I know it’s super late there. I’m sorry for calling like this. I just really missed you two. Hotels are far less fun without people you know to run down the halls with you.
Geto snorted, “You and Gojo are ridiculous. What is so fun about that?”
“I don’t know, it just is,” you smiled studying his face. His hair was down and collected over one shoulder. Geto truly had no right to be as pretty as he was. That’s what killed you about your boyfriends. They weren’t just hot, or handsome, or whatever people called men so their masculinity didn’t feel challenged. Your boys were pretty. They obviously took care of themselves. Geto with his shiny black hair and perfect skin had features women would die for. Gojo was… well Gojo was vain so of course he was a pretty boy.
“I love you two. I can’t wait to be back home.”
“We can’t wait to have you back. I mean I’ve been stuck all alone with Satoru.”
“You two seemed pretty cozy when I called,” you chuckled.
“Exactly!” Gojo called from off camera, “Before you called he was all over me!”
“I believe it. He’s a cuddle bug at the end of the day. Don’t worry Toru, I know he’s a big liar.”
Geto scoffed, “Wow, thousands of miles away and the two of you are ganging up on me. I’m hurt.”
“Well get over it,” Gojo’s voice was closer and the phone moved and turned around to show Gojo’s pretty face. He made kissy faces at you as he set up the phone on the tripod. You laughed at his antics.
“You look so hot, princess. Put your titties on the phone for me.”
“Satoru,” Geto sighed heavily but you were already lifting your shirt.
Gojo gave a happy little sigh, “I miss those. I’m gonna have my mouth all over ‘em when you get home.”
“Promise?”
“On my life, sweetheart.”
“Get over here, Satoru,” Geto said and Gojo turned only forge to to grab his wrist and pull him back on the bed.
“Be gentle with me, you brute,” Gojo complained dramatically.
“Shut up.”
Gojo straddled Geto with a playful smile on his face. If he was honest, and he often was, he liked the fact that you were watching. Sure, he loved sex with Geto. He adored it, but he did crave you and so much time without you was wearing on him. He was sure it was wearing on Geto too. Gojo missed your boobs. Geto’s boobs were just okay, yours were perfect and they were squishy and jiggled, and he liked the weight of them in his hands. Geto’s ‘pecs’ weren’t any of those things. Geto grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Getting kissed by Geto always felt a bit like sensually getting eaten alive, like he never meant for you to survive it. He certainly barely let him get a breath in, mouth moving against his own in slow sensual patterns. Gojo slipped his fingers into Geto’s hair to keep them pressed together as Gojo nipped at Geto’s lips. He liked the way Geto’s hand rubbed up his back, pulling him in slowly until his hold was nearly suffocating.
“Am I allowed to breathe?” Gojo quipped with a grin after he tried to pull back but Geto followed his kiss lifting his head from the pillow to do so.
“No,” Geto seized his throat as he shifted his weight to throw Gojo’s balance off. He pushed him over onto his back before kneeling. He was between Gojo’s long legs, facing the phone and therefore giving you a great view of him. You could see the barely fading marks on Geto’s chest and neck. The two must really be going at each other in your absence. That didn’t surprise you. Honestly, you didn’t know how any one person could handle Gojo’s sexual appetite. He could probably have sex everyday, maybe multiple times a day, and it wasn’t all about him coming. He liked to bring other people pleasure too. In fact he claimed that’s where all the fun was.
“Take these off,” Geto ordered, pointing to Gojo’s underwear.
“You know, you haven’t taken me to dinner in a long time. I’m starting to think I’m just sex to you,” Gojo whined petulantly, obviously putting up a fuss to get on Geto’s nerves.
“Sex with you is hardly worth the trouble, Satoru.” Geto threw back before biting the hair tie on his wrist to bring it up and put his hair in a ponytail. You often said so, but one of the hottest things Geto ever did was put his hair up in a high ponytail to give head. The act itself made him stretch out his body, giving a full view of his torso and your eyes always got caught on the graceful lines of muscle that disappeared into his his underwear. However, the result was hot too, seeing his ponytail swish about as he got ready to go down on you always fucked with your head. It was fucking with you now and you weren’t even the one he was going to torture. Gojo suddenly had a lot less to say as he sat up on his elbows watching as Geto got comfortable. You weren’t the only one who noticed Gojo’s sudden silence.
Geto cocked his head to the side ponytail swinging with the movement, “Oh? So this is how to shut you up. I’m glad you know I’ll make you gag on me before I reward bad behavior.”
“Well, I was kinda hoping we were both done talking,” Gojo sighed, because he was simply unable to ignore a taunt like that. Geto’s head dipped down suddenly and you couldn’t easily see what he was doing but whatever he did made Gojo’s breath stutter before he whined a somewhat pitiful sound. The first thing to know about Gojo, when it came to Geto’s mouth? He was all talk. Gojo would do a lot of things before he missed out on the head Geto Suguru could give. That included swallowing his own pride.
You couldn’t see, but Geto decided bite Gojo’s hip and then add a light suction, as if he’d bitten into a juicy peach. He sealed the action with a kiss before moving to the other side to do the same thing.
“Suguru, come on,” Gojo breathed.
“Hm? Ask me nicely.”
“Pretty pl-“ Gojo began to answer in a stupid high pitched voice but then Geto bit into his thigh and sucked, definitely leaving a mark there, “Fuck, Suguru, please.” He finished more seriously.
“That’s more like it. Now was that so hard?” Geto lifted his head, placing a long flat tongued lick from Gojo’s balls all the way up to the head of his cock. Gojo was already so hard that his erection curve up towards his belly button. Geto took him into his mouth and bobbed his head teasingly at the head of his cock, going no further than half way down. Gojo grabbed Geto’s ponytail, which was of course yet another hot thing about the high ponytail, and wrapped it around his hand once.
“Please, please, please, Sugu.” You knew Geto took him in deeper by the way Gojo threw his head back, vibrant blue eyes half lidded and slowly rolling back as Geto swallowed around him. Why was head from Geto something Gojo refused to miss out on? Geto Suguru did not have a gag reflex. You couldn’t help sneaking a hand between your legs as you listened to Gojo moan unabashedly and watched he rapidly flushing face. Gojo was pretty, especially when he was too overwhelmed to act tough. Your view of him was upside down of course, but that didn’t take away from it. You could just barely hear the little glug, glug, glug of Geto bobbing on Gojo’s length.
It killed you not being able to be there with them. You would have sat on Gojo’s pretty face, muffled his moans with your sex as you rocked against his tongue. You missed them. You really did.
Gojo came with a harsh shout that became heavy panting breathing as Geto didn’t stop, swallowing down his cum while he kept him in his mouth. Geto liked to make his lovers suffer with too much of a good thing. Gojo had to yank his ponytail to get him off.
“Fuck, you monster,” Gojo breathed lying back trying to catch his breath.
Geto laughed wiping his mouth before looking at the phone set up on the other side of the bed. He could see your enamored expression and it only served to make him more cocky.
“You playing with yourself, princess?” Geto asked.
Your face was on fire, “Y-yes.”
“Hm, I don’t think I gave you permission to do that. Gojo, did you?”
Gojo rolled over on his stomach so that he could see the screen right-side-up, “Huh, I sure didn’t.”
“And she’s so selfish too. The least you could do is let us see.”
“Shit,” you breathed. Those two shouldn’t have so much power over you when they were literally thousands of miles away, “Let me find something to prop up my phone.”
“Mmhm,” Geto hummed and the moment you looked away you heard a sharp smack. Gojo gasped harshly and you turned back to see Geto’s taunting smile.
“I didn’t say you could touch me, slut,” He said to Gojo.
You quickly hurried around the hotel room, grabbing a few things to prop your phone up with. It needed to be a pretty sturdy set up. You managed to balance it at the foot of the bed on top of a few towels and your carry-on bag. You also grabbed your vibrator while you were at it, knowing this would be a much better time if you didn’t catch a wrist cramp.
When you got back into position you noticed the steep arch in Gojo’s back, that lifted his ass in the air, and the heavy ruddy blush on his face.
“Good you’re back… oh and you have a toy. Good. I can’t be bothered with controlling both of you right now, so I’ll just give you one rule. You better not cum before Satoru.”
“Okay.”
“Good, but you’re always a good girl aren’t you. I’ve got the problem right here,” he smacked Gojo’s ass again. Gojo didn’t even gasp, he simply let out a whorish moan, and you realized that Geto was working his fingers inside of him. You probably should have caught on quicker but they were good at distracting you. You kept your vibrator on low, watching them with each other. Despite all of the sass they gave each other, a great amount of care went into everything they did. Geto was slow and thorough, properly prepping Gojo before moving on despite how fucking hard he was. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. You wanted to suck the flushed head of his cock into your mouth. You wanted to hear him moan your name.
You knew the very moment Geto hit that magic spot inside of Gojo. He gasped and curse, pressing his face into the mattress. You moaned involuntarily at the sound of his pleasure. You wondered how loud they had the phone because both of them looked in your direction.
“Fuck, princess I wish you were here,” Gojo moaned, “I wish I could kiss those soft fucking lips, have my mouth on your perfect tits and ah! Ah, make you cum on my tongue.”
You thought your heart might burst from your chest. It was really a huge disservice to you that Gojo was so goddamn pretty. If you were there you’d give him whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. Geto always said that you weren’t helping with Gojo’s spoiled brat personality, but how were you supposed to deny him anything when he said it like that? Fuck, you’d sign over your soul if he asked you for it like that. You couldn’t help it.
“Are you ready for me?” Geto asked him.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” Gojo said eagerly, pressing his hips back against Geto.
“Calm down, I’ll give you what you want.”
You kept your eyes on Geto’s face as you circled your clit with your vibrator. It was also a g-spot stimulator so when you tired of using the tip to stimulate your clit, you could plunge it inside of you as well. It wasn’t as long or as thick as either of your boyfriends, but it did the job in a pinch. For now you were content to keep teasing yourself.
Geto’s jaw dropped as he slowly pressed into Gojo. You always liked to watch his face when he finally got inside one of you. It was so pretty, the gentle “o” that his pretty pink lips made. His head tipped all the way back before he rolled his neck as if stretching it. The moment his hips were flush with Gojo’s ass he bent down and kissed up his spine. Gojo’s forehead was pressed against the mattress as he fought to even breathe with Geto buried so deep inside of him. He didn’t know how you took him so often. Every time made him feel like he was going to lose his damn mind. His kisses topped at his shoulder and then Geto grabbed a handful of his hair.
“You’re being rude, Satoru. Look at the show our princess is putting on for us.”
Gojo’s eyes focused on you. Your legs were spread wide for them giving them a beautiful view of your wet pussy. One of your hands had gone up to start worrying your breast, kneading the soft flesh and pinching your nipple. He’d never been so fucking jealous of you before.
“Turn up your vibrator, sweetheart,” Geto said turning his sly gaze up to you. You did as he said, unable to hold in your high pitched whine at the stark increase in pleasure, “Too bad you didn’t bring your rose. We could have really had fun,” He lifted Gojo’s head a bit more by the hand in his snow white hair, “ Keep your eyes on her while a fuck you, Satoru. Make sure she doesn’t take that vibe off her pretty pussy.”
Gojo blinked heavily trying to focus on you as Geto slowly pulled out of him. If he was honest, his train of thought couldn’t even go that far. The feeling of Geto stretching him so deliciously was clouding his head. He had a feeling that Geto didn’t really expect him to be of much use. Sure, Gojo was a man who had his fair share of earthly pleasures and if it was anyone else doing this to him he wouldn’t be so overwhelmed but the two of you were just different. It scratched some weird sentimental part of his brain to have the two people he’d spent most of his life with treat him to the most sweetest of pleasures. It always got to him. The most he could do was fantasize about getting his mouth on you. If you were here you’d be laid out so beautiful for him and he’d bury his face between your legs, take out all the pent up feelings swirling in his chest on you. He couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to whether or not you were following Geto’s rules.
You were though. Of course you were. You watched the slow pace Geto set and listened to the answering sounds that Gojo made. Allegedly, men often hid the sounds they made, but you’d simply never experienced that with these two as your frame of reference. They couldn’t shut up if their lives depended on it, and you loved it. You watched Geto apply a little more lube to his length before pushing into Gojo harshly. Gojo sucked in a harsh breath arching his back as he pressed back into him greedily. They were beautiful together. This was not your first time watching them, and obviously it wouldn’t be the last. They were such stark opposites, coming together in the best way. One could argue that Gojo brought out the worst in Geto, in fact many people had argued that, but seeing them like this, you knew Gojo just invited Geto to let go a little. He wasn’t so tightly bound, or committed to being particularly nice. Gojo didn’t always like it “Nice”. They were more themselves when they were together. Despite even Geto’s best efforts you could see the effect that Gojo had on him. His brows were knitted together in a truly desperate expression as if he were internally bargaining with himself to keep his cool. When Gojo dropped his head to the mattress again, choking on sobbing moans as Geto’s hips smacked against his ass over and over, Geto pushed more of his weight against him until his stomach collapsed to the bed. Then he put a hand around the front of his throat making him keep his head up.
“Look at her, you said you missed her right? You wanted to be buried in that wet pussy? If you ignore her now, I won’t let you anywhere near her for weeks after she gets back. And I’ll fuck her in front of you, make her scream my name right in your face. Keep your fucking eyes on her.”
You moaned heavily, feeling yourself clench around nothing. His eyes were on you again, that sly mean smile in place. Sure the expression was cruel, but it was also beguiling like a snake in the garden promising the best of earthly pleasures, “Aw, feeling empty, baby?”
“Yes,” you answered.
“Good. That’s what happens when you leave us, sweetheart. That’s what happens when you leave me to deal with this whiny little slut. Fuck he can’t compare to your pussy, princess.”
The first time Geto started playing this game in the bedroom, you hadn’t liked it at all, afraid that Geto was trying to make Gojo resent you, but Gojo liked to be degraded every once in a while. You supposed it was the kind of thing you should have expected from him considering how much he told you he liked it when you were mean to him. Even so, it was rarely anything you could pull off as well as Geto could. It was too obvious you didn’t mean a single disparaging thing you said. When Geto did it, you knew Gojo ate it up.
“Forcing me to spill my load in this dirty cumslut when it should be in you. Don’t you like it when I cum in you and make Satoru eat it out?” He cooed at you sweetly. Both you and Gojo moaned out a wanton “yes”. Geto moved faster inside of Gojo and his moans were making it hard for you to hold back.
The sounds Geto made really weren’t helping your case.
“Sugar,” you whined.
“Don’t worry, baby, he’s close too. I can feel how tight you’re getting, Satoru. Why don’t you let go? Don’t you wanna see her cum. Don’t torture her, she’s always so good to you. She always cums fast for you doesn’t she?”
“Fuck!” Gojo cursed, “I can’t! I can’t, please I need more.”
“Oh, you greedy slut. You need more? I’ll give you more.” Geto bit into Gojo’s shoulder as he moved faster inside of him, adding that bite of pain that Gojo needed in order to cum. You watched Gojo’s vibrant blue eyes roll back as he panted only to moan out a seemingly endless stream of curses. You couldn’t help coming as Gojo did. Your pleasure tore through you viciously and Geto lifted his head in time to see it with an intoxicating grin. Gojo couldn’t lift his head to even look at you as Geto continued to fuck him.
“Dammit, cum already,” Gojo moaned at length.
“Beg for it, slut.”
“Fuck, please cum in me. Please! Suguru.”
Suguru came like that, listening to Gojo beg him for it. He came with a heavy moan that made your spine tingle. What you would give to be home right now, to hear that sound in person. Everything was still for a moment after that, just the sound of your own heavy breathing and theirs. Geto’s body almost completely covered Gojo’s. He slowly, and gently pulled out of him after some immeasurable amount of time. Geto pressed kisses along his shoulders.
“That was good, Satoru.”
“Yeah?” Gojo breathed and you could hear the cocky grin in his voice.
“Mmhm. You’re so obedient,” Geto teased, before pinching his ass.
“Fuck you.” There was no real venom behind the phrase, and soon enough Geto was kissing him, a soft sweet exchanged that wasn’t meant to lead to anything else. It was just for comfort. You tried to sigh quietly as you remembered, begrudgingly that you wouldn’t be receiving any kisses because you were thousands of miles away. Despite your best attempt to be quiet, Geto seemed to hear you.
“When you come home we’ll take care of you princess, you were perfect as always,” he gave you a tired smile.
“I’m gonna hold you both to that. I don’t wanna work for it at all.”
“Like you ever do,” Gojo scoffed.
“Oh? We’ll remember that the next time you want her to ride you.” Geto quipped.
“Wait, no!”
“We’re gonna get cleaned up. Talk to you later,” Geto chuckled crawling off the bed gracelessly to get to the phone.
“Okay… bye. I love you.” You said softly.
“I love you too,” he said and Gojo echoed that sentiment from his place sprawled on the bed. When they hung up you were left in your empty ass hotel room alone. What a joke.
When you got home a few days later it was in the middle of the day. The driver dropped you off. As soon as you stepped in, you let out a heavy sigh. The house was empty. Gojo’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which meant that he’d actually gone into the office for once. Geto was definitely at work, but you knew he would be. This was probably for the best. You needed to get some sleep. Sure it would obliterate your sleep schedule, but traveling through time zones was a bitch and you really needed a nap. You left your luggage at the foot of the stairs, not even entertaining the idea of trying to carry them up. One or both of the boys would get them. You made a beeline for the shower and then your bed.
When Gojo got in, he noticed your bags at the foot of the stairs. He gave an excited little gasp before bounding up the stairs two at a time to get to your room. He went to loudly greet you but noticed your form in your bed. You were wrapped up in your covers, and honestly easy to miss if not for your bonnet sticking out from under your covers. The sound of your quiet snores is what alerted him to the fact that you were asleep. It stopped him from yelling at the very least but it wasn’t going to stop him from bothering you. Gojo poked his lip out in a dissatisfied pout. He knew he shouldn’t wake you up, and if Geto were here, he’d scold him for even thinking about disrupting your sleep, but… Gojo missed you. You were never gone this long, and sure he had Geto to satisfy his sexual appetite but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t soft like you, and he didn’t have boobs which was really his biggest pit fall. Gojo approached your sleeping form quietly and hooked his fingers into the covers to tug them away from your face. Your lips were slightly parted, making you look so relaxed and comfy. It would be a crime to disturb your sleep. Utterly criminal.
… And then he noticed that your shoulder was bare. He tugged your cover down a bit more only to realize you were wearing a flimsy little tank top. The spaghetti string had fallen off of your shoulder, and one of your boobs had already escaped the neckline. He let out a quiet groan, before bending down to kiss your cheek, and then your lips.
Your eyes fluttered open as you kept feeling someone touch you. You got a glimpse of white hair before you closed your eyes again.
“Hey, Toru.”
“Hi, princess,” he purred, “ you seem tired.”
“You think? That 12 hour flight was killer,” you yawned around your words.
“Oh no,” he cooed, “that’s awful. You should let me, take care of you then. I can’t stand the idea of my baby being so uncomfortable for 12 whole hours.”
“A full 24, honestly,” you responded, stretching your body out long as you settled on your stomach. You knew what Gojo was doing, you just didn’t have a problem with it in the slightest. He always cooed and fawned over you when he wanted something. As long as he didn’t expect you to move by yourself then he could have whatever he wanted.
“Let me help you relax then.”
“Do what you want, Toru, just don’t get in my bed with your outside clothes on.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You kept your eyes closed. Your eyelids were just too heavy to keep open. Even with that, you weren’t quite asleep yet. Your consciousness was kind of floating in that dreamlike half awake, half asleep state. You could hear everything happening around you. You just couldn’t be bothered to move your heavy limbs. The weight in the bed shifted as Gojo got in with you. He kissed the back of your neck as he slowly wound his arms around your waist and pulled you in tight against him.
“I missed you,” he groaned.
“Hm, you just missed being between my legs. I can tell you’re already hard.”
“That’s because I love you, idiot,” he grumbled, “I can miss you in more ways than one.”
You hummed to show that you heard him, “I thought maybe you were going to fix the fact that you missed being between my legs.”
“Can I?”
“Mmhm, but I’m dead tired, so I’m not going to be doing any tricks,” you breathed.
“That’s fine. I just need you to be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?”
He smiled at the desperate little sound you made for him at that request. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck again, letting his his hands rub up the smooth skin of your legs. Once he got to the waistband of your underwear he gripped it and started tugging your panties down. You did him the courtesy of at least lifting your hips so that he could get them off of you easily. That was the extent of the work you intended to put into this. You wound up back on your stomach when he stopped holding you against him. Soon enough his kisses returned to your back, trailing down your spine. His hands, huge in general but also in comparison to your body ,smoothed along your until they were at your hips. Then he gripped your hips and lifted them before hooking one of his arms under you to keep you up while he snatched a few extra pillows from the head of your bed and stuffed them under your hips. To this you had no complaints, because you simply had no intentions of doing the work necessary to keep yourself in this position naturally. Your back arched with the added height at your hips and you just relaxed into it.
Gojo settled behind you, knocking your legs open a bit wider in the process. He gazed down at you where you already wet for him, though he’d seen you wetter, and he would see to it that you were absolutely glistening before he got to the main event. He opened you up with his thumbs as he gripped around the very tops of your thighs.
The moment he pressed his mouth to you, you felt like the deepest most private parts of soul had been freed. Geto and Gojo often tried to get you to admit to having a preference for who went down on you. In all honesty, you liked them equally for different purpose. Gojo for foreplay was perfect, he was good at what he did but ultimately too impatient to do the things that Geto would. Perfect for getting started and making you hungry for more… ridiculously hungry for more. If you wanted to have your soul snatched via someone’s tongue then… Geto was your guy. He was stubborn, and so if he was determined to eat you out for an hour or more, then that’s what he would do, and nothing short of a safe word could stop him. Different approaches for different times. Gojo’s tongue was working wonders for his purpose.
You moaned into your pillow as you felt him suck at your clit, tongue pulsing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he took a break from that he would tease your entrance with his tongue, pushing in a bit then licking broad stripes up your pussy before doing it again. It made you ache for him to get inside you. His tongue wasn’t nearly long or thick enough to satisfy you, you wanted something more and you knew that’s what he meant to provoke from you. Just when you felt like you’d bust from the way his tongue teased you, he went back to worrying your clit, a cycle that had your legs shaking and you whining in no time.
“Satoru, fuck me, please fuck me.”
“I thought you were gonna let me do what I want?” He teased spreading your pussy lips open even with his thumbs before flicking his tongue quickly, with feather like strokes against your clit.
“Ah, Toru, please!” You whined. He bit the back of your thigh, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to serve as a punishment for going back on your word. Of course, he set out to make you eat your words. He knew how to satisfy you. He knew what would have made you squirm in his hold and call out his name. He knew what you liked, but he was admittedly being selfish, a little resentful that you’d been gone so long. The first woman he ever bothered to commit himself to and you left for two whole weeks. Career be damned, he missed you. It tugged in his chest and hearing you beg him like this was only just beginning to soothe the scorching flame in the pit of his stomach.
He pulled back to look at you, a bit mesmerized by the way your sex glistened in the light. He pet through your wetness gently, watching webs of slick between your pussy and his fingers stretch until they broke and then doing it again. At length he sighed pushed you over on your side and then your back. You blinked up at him awake enough, at this moment to look at you.
“Hi princess.” He smiled at you, deceptively kind. He meant to make you cry.
“Satoru,” you breathed reaching out for him. Your hands landed at his waist and you pulled him down to kiss you. Of course you tasted yourself all over his mouth but you didn’t mind. In fact you loved it. He kissed you back reverently as if the act itself could get him off. You could feel the slow grind of his hips against yours, making his sex run through your wetness.
“Please, Satoru,” you whined, “please get inside of me. I need you, baby.”
“Yeah?” He purred pulling away from you to look at the absolutely debauched expression on your face. He’d never get sick of the sight you were when you were desperate for him. You were just so pretty and soft and sweet and if you kept moaning his name like that he was going to do something crazy like buy you the moon, or never let you leave his side again. Your pleas never stopped as he rolled his hips against yours, giving you the smallest taste of what you wanted. He kissed you, chaste kisses that only frustrated you. You wanted his tongue, you wanted him to press his mouth against you like he always did, like he Wass searching for something in your mouth. But no. He wasn’t searching now. He had everything he was looking for right under him. Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled back to look at you.
You couldn’t help the small whimper that left your throat as you saw the way Gojo looked down his nose at you. It was an arrogant expression, and as you met eyes one side of his mouth quirked up in an arrogant smile that was more like a sneer. He took your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks with the pads of his fingers.
“You’re lucky you’re a cute little slut,” he said before letting your face go with a little shove. Despite his words you could read the affection in his eyes, and the way his hand trailed down your body. He guided himself to your entrance pushing the fat head of his cock into you. It felt like you were sucking him in. His breath shuddered. You were so wet. The inside you was so warm, welcoming him in, making it impossible for him to stop.
“I love you,” you whimpered and he almost lost his fucking mind. He’d fucked a lot of women but you fucked with his head. No matter how many times he had you, hearing you whimper how much you loved him while he was deep inside you made him want to tear you apart. It made him want to give you the world, stay inside you for the rest of his life, or maybe spend all day making you whine and cry for him. There were too many things he wanted at once. For now, he just changed his pace. He fucked you hard, gripping the headboard for leverage, listening to the sound of your frantic moans. Your breasts bounced with the impact of his thrust. It annoyed him that he couldn’t maintain this angle and pace while also sucking your nipples. They deserved to be sucked, and you deserved to be kissed, and choked, and driven out of your mind with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he cursed an absolutely devastated sound as he kept looking at your pretty body and how you took him so well, “You’re so fucking pretty. I’m gonna make you cum and then I’m gonna fill you up and fuck my cum into you until you can fucking taste it. Gonna go so fucking deep all you can think about is my cock.”
“Satoru, please,” you were trembling already as you pressed your shaky hands against his back, “Hold me. Hold me please.”
It struck something soft in his heart to hear your shaky voice begging for him like that. You’d be the death of him. Every time you needed him like this it just made him that much crazier about you. He pressed against you immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed his face against your neck.
The longer you were with Gojo the more you realized no one ever had him the way you did. Sure, you heard the stories about him, the way he could have a woman dickmatized with just one night. He was ruthless, nearly sadistic in the pleasure he gave, notoriously down for just about anything. He’d make you beg for him to tear you apart. But your Gojo, the man irrevocably in love with you felt like he’d never be satisfied until the two of you found away to be permanently one. He was suffocating, overwhelming, bombarding you with wave after of molten hot pleasure, spewing the dirtiest phrases from those pretty pink lips, promising you the world, promising you forever, promising infinite possibilities. And you wanted it all.
You felt so much at once with him that it made your mind go blank, feeling everything and nothing, paralyzed with pleasure so deep it felt like he’d grabbed hold of your very soul. You felt the tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. He pulled back to look at you, holding your face in his hand again, studying the tears trailing down your cheeks. He watched the tears roll down and he didn’t have the rational mind to stop him from licking the tears from your cheek.
“Love it when you cry for me, princess,” he let go of your face so he could lean down and growl in your ear. You were stuck, holding your breath just before everything hit you. You came with a harsh shout before biting into Gojo’s shoulder, needing to ground yourself and knowing Gojo needed his pleasure with a side of pain. You felt him shudder against you, thrusting through the pulses of your cunt and moaning into your ear. You wrapped both of your legs around him, just wanting to be close to him. He just kept going, chasing his own high. Before long he crushed his lips against yours, only to open your mouth with his and moan breathlessly. He gripped your thigh; your legs were already firmly wrapped around him, crossed at the ankle so that he could not escape you. It was more than welcomed. Gojo had no intention of escaping anywhere. His fingers would probably leave marks but your heavy moans and gasped continued to egg him on as he chased his release. He switched between kissing you and moaning into your mouth until he felt that pressure at the base of his spine becoming unbearable and he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut.
“‘M gonna fill you up, baby. Fuck gonna get you so full… fucking you so deep, think you’ll give me a baby, princess? Fuck!” He came shoving in deep and coaxing and wounded sound from your throat. He thrust into you erratically, riding out the heavy aftershocks of his orgasm. The two of you stayed like that, suspended in the moment, waiting for your blood to stop rushing and for rational thought to return to your brains. You didn’t even mind that Gojo was kind of crushing you.
You were staring up at the ceiling sightlessly until Gojo got out of you. Then your heavy eyelids shut of their own volition as you felt him begin to ooze out of you when he pulled out. He sat back on his knees to look at you. Your breasts were completely free of your loose tank top and your hands were above your head. He looked between your legs, watching his cum spill out of you for a moment. It was a slow drip, he liked the contrast of the his cum against your skin when you were already so wet that the petals of your sex glistened for him, a flower or brown and pink. He collected his cum on his fingers then pushed them inside of you. You made a soft whining sound obviously half asleep again. He bent down to kiss your breasts, sucking each nipple gently.
“I love you, princess.” He lifted his head to look at you. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your eyes closed.
“Hold me, Toru, please.”
“Of course,” Gojo settled at your side and pulled you back against him. He kissed your shoulder, “Thanks for that. Sugu’s been pitching all the time. You know he’s a control freak.”
“Yeah, a real pain in the ass,” you joked smirking a little.
“Tell me about it,” he giggled, bringing one of his hands to hold one of your boobs, “Mm and I missed these. Pecs just don’t hit like tits do. Fuck.”
You were already beginning to drift off to sleep, “Do what you want, Satoru, just don’t wake me up.”
“Dangerous game you’re playing sweetheart.”
“Hmm, I like waking up to a pleasant surprise.”
Geto walked into the house with a heavy sigh a few hours later. He was eager to get out of his work clothes, but as he walked through the front room he noticed your luggage by the stares. An involuntary smile spread across his face. You were home. He’d missed you so much while you were gone. He grabbed your bags and took them upstairs. Your bedroom door was open and the canopy around your bed was closed, jumbling the view of your form with its mesh curtains, he did immediately notice white hair. Which did not surprise him because your room smelled like sex. He set down your luggage and went over to push aside one curtain. Your eyes were closed, and Gojo was… sucking hickies on your chest in the shape of a heart.
“Give the poor thing a chance to rest,” Geto sighed in a hushed tone. Satoru lifted his head and grinned.
“I’ve got the green light to do what I want.”
“And you obviously don’t want her to get good rest.”
“She’s out.” Gojo shrugged resuming his previous task. Geto looked at your face and sighed. You looked dead. The only way he knew you were alive was the simple fact that he could hear your heavy breathing. The covers were still partially over you. Gojo pulled back to look at his work with a juvenile grin before he started shifting lower.
“Gonna see if I can get my name on her inner thigh.”
“Satoru, no.”
“Yeah, Gojo would probably be easier-“
“No, stop giving her hickies. What are you 16?”
“In none of the ways that matter.”
“What the fuck is the supposed to mean?” Geto balked.
“Shh you’ll wake her up. Are you going to join us or just watch?”
“How long has she been asleep?”
“Five hours.”
“Let her sleep a bit longer, Satoru.”
“Or, or, You could eat what’s left of my cum out of her.”
Geto hated to admit it but his mouth subtly started watering at the thought of it. He missed the taste of you, and the sweet sound of your pleasure. He missed the warmth of your thighs around his head. It was hard for him to turn that prospect down. He missed you terribly and he wanted nothing more than to be between your legs. Being in your arms was a close second but that wasn’t available right now.
“Fuck,” he sighed, unbuttoning his shirt. It was a little ridiculous how easy it was for Gojo to talk him into his antics.
“See? You missed her too. She’ll be happy to see you, even happier to see you like this.”
Once his shirt was off he took off his pants so you wouldn’t gripe at him about his outside clothes. Gojo watched with unadulterated desire as Geto stood on the side of the bed shirtless, looking every bit like a work of art. The tattoos on his left pec were vibrant, a feast for the eyes. He took down the top section of his hair that he had up so he could put all of his hair up. He twisted his long hair into a tight bun before securing it. Even still, he knew it wouldn’t last once you awakened and put your fingers in his hair. How he long to feel the rounded edge of your nails against his scalp. Was it his primary motivation for being sure you always had a fresh manicure? Absolutely. He loved the feeling of your nails on him, against his scalp, his back, anywhere.
Gojo pulled the covers back for Geto. He watched him get settled between your legs and looked up at your face to see you were still knocked out. Geto wasted no time spreading you open and licking a broad stripe up your sex. He could taste Gojo on you and he wouldn’t give Gojo the satisfaction of knowing that made this even hotter. Gojo went back to work on your breasts.
Your body felt hot all over. You felt beyond feverish, more like an open fire, a smoldering inferno. Pleasure rolled through you like coming storm. You wanted to open your eyes but it was just so hard to will yourself awake and present. It was easier to move your limbs though. The movement was lazy and uncoordinated but you brought your hand down to the origin of the toe-curling pleasure and intercepted something.
“Sugu,” you grumbled sleepily as you felt the thick bun at the back of his head. You were rewarded with a sharp suck against your clit. You gasped harshly. It took you a moment to notice that another mouth was on you. Your other hand buried itself in Gojo’s hair as he sucked your nipple.
“Oh my god,” you whined.
Geto seemed set on making you lose your mind as he shook as head to settle in right against your clit. He loved the way you whined for him, how your body writhed, how you begged saying his name like a prayer. Your voice broke as you rolled your hips against his mouth.
“Sugu, baby yes! Fuck! Fuck! Right there!”
He knew. You didn’t need to tell him, but he didn’t mind hearing it. In fact he loved hearing it, and feeling your nails scrape against his scalp. Your hands turned to claws as you clenched around nothing which was really a shame. He slipped two of his fingers in you easily to rectify that injustice, curling them against your upper walls and feeling you tremble. Your breath came in quick puffs, every other exhale was a moan or barely restrained scream for God. It amused him that you thought there was anything that could save you from what he planned to do to you.
Your sounds were suddenly muffled and Geto opened his eyes to see that Gojo was kissing you. It was a deep, borderline nasty, kiss that was more like tongue fucking your mouth. His hand was wrapped around your throat. He only pulled back to speak to you. Gojo was speaking in your ear, words Geto could not hear but he felt the effect his words had on you. If you got any wetter he might actually drown. It didn’t take him long to decide he wasn’t afraid of that at all.
“We’re gonna fuckin’ ruin you, gonna make you see stars, baby. You’re all ours now, and we’re gonna take good care of you, sweetheart.”
Geto did something between your legs that made you see God. Your back arched of its own volition as you gasped before the full brunt of mind numbing pleasure hit you. Your whole body was so overwhelmed you thought for sure that you were going to shake apart. If Gojo was still talking then you definitely couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own blood rushing in your ears. It was like when explosions go off in movies. Everything was muffled as pressure took away every sense that wasn’t dedicated to experiencing the onslaught of pleasure Geto waged upon you. Then it all came back and you could hear Gojo speaking to you, low and steady. You could hear the obscene slurping sounds Geto made between your legs. You could hear your own wanton moans, out of breath and frantic as the aftermath of Geto’s ruinous mouth set in and worse he was still going.
You couldn’t breathe, or rather you couldn’t relax your body enough to get a breath. You sat up trying to push away with your hands on the bed and for the first time you opened your eyes, seeing Geto between your legs. His eyes were closed and he held you to his mouth with both arms, muscles bulging with his strength. You weren’t going anywhere. You fell back against the pillows, into Gojo’s waiting arms, where he was eager to up the ante. He kissed your cheek and then down your throat.
You were speaking nonsense, promises of love, profane curses, exclamations to God, perhaps speaking in tongues. Your own voice was lost on you, just another set of sensations washing over you, as you drowned in the tides of pleasure. It felt like an exorcism and an apotheosis, losing your mind and find it all at once. You knew the rumors about Geto before you ever started dating. Sweet Geto Suguru, level headed Geto Suguru, ever the gentleman, he’d make a girl worship at his feet by the end of the night. Not that he ever asked them to anything of the sort, he didn’t have to. They were wrong though, since the first time he ever touched you, since the first time he got his mouth on you he drank of your nectar like it was sweetest communion. From his devotion to following your squirming hips, you’d think this was the most ardent act of theophagy. If anyone was getting the sacramental treatment in the bedroom it was you.
By the time Geto decided you’d had enough you had nothing left. You’d basically pledged lifelong companionship to him while in the throes of pleasure. Your muscles were spent, your mind was blank, you were silent save your heavy breathing. He kissed up your body slowly, reverently as if savoring his last meal. Then his face was above yours, the shorter hairs that framed his face had escaped his bun, the bun itself was hanging on by a thread thanks to the way you’d tugged at it.
“Welcome home,” he smiled before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
“Mm, it’s good to be back.”
Gojo kissed your cheek, “Good to have you back. We missed you like crazy.”
“Can I actually sleep this time? I’m dead tired.”
“Mmhm. Suguru, want me to suck you off?” Gojo offered, knowing Geto was probably so hard it was uncomfortable. You’d put on quite the show for them.
“Nah, our princess will take care of me when she wakes up won’t she?”
“You bet your sweet ass I will. If you think you can handle it, I’ll keep you warm in the mean time. But I’m really going to sleep so be warned.”
Geto groaned, “Fuck, I love you.” He pushed you onto your side and pulled you back against him.
“I love you too,” you sighed feeling him against your lower back. Some graceless shuffling and wiggling around later and Suguru was slowly sliding between your thighs. The sensation was kind of soothing. Then he lifted your leg only for Gojo to guide him inside of you. You actually liked cockwarming. It was the weirdest thing to get sappy about but you liked being joined like that, being as close as possible. It made you feel safe, especially as his arms wrapped around you. It was torture for the boys though, the only kind of torture against them you were proficient in. You were genuinely satisfied to stay just like this for any amount of time.
Gojo watched Geto’s face with poorly contained amusement. The best part about having you home is that you really pushed Geto to his limits. It was something about the sweetness of you, the way it balanced out Gojo’s bite that really seemed to fuck with Geto. Geto’s cheeks were red, he could tell even in the limited light of your bedroom. It was way past sunset now.
“You better not come, Sugu, you promised her a good time. If you cum I’ll be forced to fuck her in front of you for… oh how long did you tell me? A week? You won’t touch her at all. And I’ll have her screaming my name all night,” Gojo taunted. You put one of your legs over his hip, hooking it around him and pulling him in.
“Shh,” you could feel yourself drifting off, “hold me.”
You woke up two hours later, Suguru’s breathing woke you up. It was hot against the nape of your neck. Gojo was curled into you, his face was against your chest and at some point you’d wrapped your arms around him to hold him there. You turned your head but you could only look up at the ceiling.
“You wanna fuck me, sugar?” You murmured, aware of the sticky yet slick wetness smeared between your thighs.
“I’m sorry, you- Fuck, you just started gripping me in your sleep. And you’re so wet.” His voice sounded wrecked. Listening to the state of him set off a fire in your belly that made you tighten around him for a quick moment. He pressed his lips against your shoulders, letting out a wounded sound. You couldn’t have known but he spent the last two hours wide awake, unable to find even the smallest amount of relaxation as your wet heat held him. He’d kept his eyes closed, tried to think of any amount of unsexy things to rise to the challenge he’d accepted. However, his self control was crumbling the very moment he slid home inside of you. It felt so good, and so right. How was he supposed to relax?
“Hm, I was dreaming of you,” you admitted with a smile, thinking of the fading whispers of the dream you were in before he woke you, “Go on, I can take it. Fuck me.”
He moaned a devastated sound as he started rocking his hips into you. He kissed any part of your body that was close to him. You were wet and well past dripping, more like soaking. Every time his hips pressed against your ass he could feel your slick and as he pulled away, there was the slight stick of slowly drying cum. Your body was hot and impossibly soft against him, drawing him in, gripping at him as if it never wanted to let him go.
“I’m not gonna last long, sweet heart,” His voice shook with the restraint it took him not to just cum on the spot. The deep desperate timbre of his voice buzzed inside of your head, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.
“I know. Don’t worry, Satoru’s sleeping and I won’t hold it against you.”
He moved slowly careful not to jostle you too much. However Gojo was a heavy sleeper so he could get away with quite a bit as long as his pace was steady. He lifted you leg , changing the angle to get deeper inside of you as you lie on your side. You moaned a low guttural sound and it tingled from the back of his head to the base of his spine to hear you sound so gone with pleasure.
The angle Geto was at made him butt right up against your g-spot. You tried to hold back as he started to move faster, moaning unabashedly in your ear, but it was really inevitable what was going to happen.
“Sugu, you’re gonna make me-“
“You two are going at it already? Did he break the rule?” Satoru asked sleepily as the sound and motion of your coupling woke him. Before he could properly get his bearings? he felt something warm and wet splash against him, and continue to splash as Geto kept fucking into you. Geto came with a shout grabbing onto you with bruising force as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure crashing into his body. His sensitivity had already been heightened by how long he postponed his orgasm. He swore he was going to black out now that your sex kept spasming, clamping down with a vice-like grip. He couldn’t even stand to overstimulate himself. He had to get out of your pulsing sex lest it drive him absolute feral. He rolled on to his back, cursing sharply.
He threw his arm over his face. “And you two call me a goddamn monster! Give me back my soul, woman,” he said breathlessly. You giggled at his remark, nearly delirious.
“That was disgusting,” Gojo complained looking down at the wetness dripping down his stomach and crotch, “think you can do it again?”
You took note of the brightness in his eyes. He really was a bit crazy. “Let me sleep!!!!”
“You can’t sleep in a wet spot, baby,” he settled with a little laugh, “Come on.”
“I’m sleeping. Move me how you wish but the sex machine is closed for maintenance. I have had enough.”
Gojo didn’t actually want to be inside you, he just wanted to see you squirt again. He could wait for that. The three of you had the rest of your lives together. He did pick you up so he could move you to his room and clean you up a bit. You were pretty much asleep as he drew the warm towel between your legs, and pressed sweet kisses to your body.
You felt him drop you carelessly on his bed. Any other time you would complain about it but you really didn’t have it in you. In another couple of minutes you felt him cover you with his comforter and bring his body close to your. You smiled as you felt him rest his cheek against one of your boobs and the hold the other one, “I love you.”
“I love yoooour boobs. I love your boobs.”
You smacked him in the back of his head and listened to his laughter. He turned and kissed your tit before settling back against it.
“I love you too.”
“Where’s Sugar?”
“Probably struggling to use his legs. You did a number on him. That fucking mega super soaker 3000 between your legs really took him out.”
You let out a loud laugh, “Shut up!”
“I saw his knees knock like a newborn fawn.”
You couldn’t stop giggling. The two of you were inconsolable when Suguru made it to the bedroom. You both turned to look at him. He was leaning against the doorframe staring at the two of you with a small frown. He looked tired. You both laughed even harder.
“Whats so funny?”
“Nothing,” you answered, closing your eyes. You didn’t want him to provoke him into having something to prove. Gojo nuzzled into your chest more comfortably.
“Come to bed, Suguru.”
It wasn’t until Suguru joined the two of you that you felt sleep tugging you into its depths. You hoped to sleep for the next 12-14 hours.
TW:smut! cum play (?), cum eating, unprotected sex, pure fucking filth, do tell me if missed any
gojo satoru who doesn‘t want kids but doesn‘t pull out either.
mindlessly, he thrusts into you as if his life depends on it. his eyes are closed, head thrown back with his hands on the small of your back pressing it down, forcing your back to arch.
it hasn‘t been remotely long since your last orgasm, and another one is loading inside you. it’s all caused by the natural arch of his thick cock that keeps hitting your g-spot, causing you become delirious with every passing second.
“‘tooru—” you sweetly moan, tongue already losing it‘s place in your mouth. meanwhile, the white haired man behind you keeps moaning, barely hearing your voice over his as he whines.
“j- just a bit more pretty.” he pants, both hands moving to your waist as his thrusts become rather sloppy and deeper as he shudders with every thrust, feeling your walls tighten around him sweetly.
you shudder, feeling his cock pulse inside you, going deeper with every thrust, his hands clawing at your waist as he chases that sweet release that washes over him in no time.
you both moan so lewdly. his sweet voice leaving past his lips as he stills, dumping his cum inside of you. you stop as well, feeling his liquid inside you. all that stickiness feeling well inside of you, spurting and painting your walls white.
“fuck baby,” he moans.
though he did dump himself inside of you without a care, he doesn‘t want kids, and you don‘t feel prepared yet. you‘re not on birth control, and neither is he.
you sigh in pleasure as you feel him pull out, white cum that belongs to him and you wrapped around his pretty cock. gojo swallows thickly before he grabs your waist and flips you to your stomach.
“alright baby, you know what to do,” he looks up at you, your tired yet smutty eyes meeting his lust filled ones as you nod.
his hand moves to the lower part of your stomach as he watches your cunt with lust in his eyes. you prop yourself on your shoulders as you look down at him between your legs, you smirk lightly before you push.
with one hard push from you and a light pressure from his hand, dribbles of his cum drip from your pussy. you moan, feeling his fingers ghost on the lips of your cunt, opening it to reveal more of you pushing all his seed out of you as best as you possibly can.
and when you feel like can‘t anymore, he‘ll sweetly smile at you, saying “oh don‘t worry, i can help you with that.” then, his long, slender fingers will delve into your pussy.
your throw your head back as his fingers rake the walls of your cunt, bringing the remnants of his cum out of your pussy. and when he sees his middle and ring finger glisten with cum when he takes them out, he‘ll waste no time and put them into his mouth. he does that all while he looks at you, looking lewdly before his fingers go back in.
when he finds that his fingers can no longer pick out anything, he‘ll prop his mouth before you glistening cunt and stick his tongue straight into you. best part is when you‘ll take his hair and push your cunt straight to his mouth. he‘ll smirk, grabbing your thighs and straight up lick you in the inside. he calls this process ’just making sure’ to make sure that there is no more cum in your cunt, to ensure that there will be no babies coming your way.
and when he‘s down with taking all remnants of his white potent seed out of you, he‘ll crawl over to you and dangle his cock before your mouth. of course, you naturally will eat up and lick him. you‘ll eat the mixture of yours and his ecstasy clean.
and when you‘re done, you two will share a cute deep kiss, tasting each other. <3
out of breath, you run down the stairs of the train station, praying with baited breath as you hope for some kind of miracle that you make it down there in time.
you softly bite your tongue, flying off of the last three steps and thankfully landing on your feet. so with your last muster of power, you run into the doors of the train and just as soon as you get in the doors behind you shut close causing you to yelp in surprise.
your eyes are wide open, a bit rattled by the sudden shut of doors that could have been the potential cause of your death whereas the people buzz around you. but your surprise it dies quick when the train moves in an instant causing you to move somewhere else with closed eyes and be pressed up against something.
“shit.” a quiet curse is what you hear right infront of you when you get pressed up against something, potentially someone. you open your eyes to look at who cursed, and when you do open your eyes, your eyes instantly meet with ocean blue eyes.
awe is written in your hues as you look at the dark blue lashes that adorn these ocean eyes. you‘re captivated like a criminal behind bars in these eyes. it’s beautiful like the sky on a clear summer day, making you feel like you’re being rained by sunshine and happiness. however, your adoration is cut short when the beholder clears their throat and looks away.
you finally snap out of it and realize how much you‘ve been staring. you mutter a low apology underneath your breath, looking away. however, you look once more and see the whole face of the person who stands before you. you study their features quietly, marking them one by one and adoring how much they compliment each other. from the blue eyes, dark blue lashes, pointed nose, red lips, perfect jaw, he definitely looks like a model. much like the man who had been occupying your mind these days.
it surely does look like him. maybe next time you see each other you‘d tell him about this person who looks like him. you smile to yourself hoping that you’d see him again, though you hold that though and look at the person once again.
wait a minute.
“… megumi?”
surely it‘s him. you cannot be mistaken. how could you be? it‘s the infamous fushiguro megumi from your wednesday and friday math class, the one who got assigned as your project partner for the last semester‘s project, the very same man who has been in your head all day long.
“hi,” shyly he responds to the uncertain call, his eyes avoiding contact with yours. you raise a brow as you wonder what could be wrong with him. just a few weeks back, both of you would have been chatting at a nearby café, yet here he is looking away, not even greeting properly.
“how‘re you?” you strike up the conversation starter, hoping to talk with the pretty boy before you leave for your stop and never see him again. yet your attempts fall in vain when he does not even speak a word to you, simply nodding and muttering silently to himself; not even to you.
a frown makes its way to your face as you wonder what had happened between the time you weren‘t together for him to not even speak a word to you. had you doke something wrong? or something to upset him? you do not know.
as thoughts clog your head, you don‘t notice how a certain dark haired man looks at you. he too, is mesmerized by the way you look. it hasn‘t been too long since you haven’t seen each other, yet megumi thinks it‘s been centuries.
after having spent time with you, he can‘t seem to forget the way your eyes glimmer when you look at him. or the way you purse your lips and furrow your brows when you make a mistake, and most especially the way your eyes shine bright like stars when you‘ve done something right.
and it doesn’t help that earlier this morning he had thought about bringing you your favourite sweet— that you had mentioned before— to class tomorrow, and here you are right in-front of him in the most awkward position possible.
“‘m sorry if i‘m cursing to much,” he can‘t help the apology that falls past his lips. meanwhile you don‘t know what he‘s apologizing for. so with a cocked brow, you look up and show a confused face.
“i‘m a bit too close and this train is too tight, so— uh— our situation really isn‘t the most comfortable one.”
“wait, too close?”
and then it dawns upon you. you look down and around to see the amount of people around, it actually is crowded in the train. but that is not where your attention lies at. you attention lies in the proximity between you both.
you hadn‘t noticed earlier, but now you have. you‘re back up against the door with megumi standing right in-front of you. you‘re caged between him and his right arm and left as he tries to back up a bit to not be so pressed against you, but it does him no justice as the train moves too much, and with every little movement the more he is pressed against you.
“oh.” in realization of the situation, you mutter. megumi can‘t help but chuckle at the face you make as your cheeks heat up and so does the tip of your ears. suddenly, you‘re hyper aware of what is going on. “haha.. don‘t— worry..”
“i hope its fine—”
“more than fine!” you say, albeit too loud. your eyes go wide once more and then you finally realize what you had said, immediately you start to ramble every excuse that pops into your head. “i mean— it‘s okay. don‘t worry like it‘s natural the train is packed, like don’t apologize really! there’s nothing to be sorry for, this proximity does not disturb me. in fact, we can even go like to a date after this—”
“you want to go on a date with me?” megumi cuts you off mid ramble and you look up at him, meeting his eyes as you once again realize you had spoken without filtering your words. but now, there is no taking it back anymore, you‘ve gone to far in and there‘s no way of return.
“.. i mean‘t what i said..” you nod slowly. and then, when you least expect it, a smile makes its way to his face. there‘s a glint in his eyes as he nods at your words, leaning in a bit more as he presses his lips softly against your cheek.
TW: breath play, head, choking, saliva play, cum eating, straight up fucking filth and some writing errors, i wrote this at 3am. do tell me if i missed any!
think about giving toji fushiguro head and it being so nasty.
he doesn’t go vanilla and allows you to lean back and take control. this man is straight up just cruel, mean, and a fucking bully about it.
he‘ll grab you by the roots of your hair and push and pull you on his long thick cock. not just that, he‘ll even thrust his hips and and out of your mouth as if it were your hole.
he shows no mercy towards you, simply using you as if you were a public toilet and lets you choke on his long dick as if he were not aware of his size. not only that, he menacingly laughs at you when he sees tears running down your cheeks because it turns him the fuck on.
after a few more minutes of that, he‘ll pull you out of his cock. you may think you‘re free, but no. he won‘t even let you breathe, he takes you by your hair and leads you to his balls. he‘ll let your slobber on them, lick them as if they were ice cream that‘s going to melt within seconds.
when toji fushiguro feels like he‘s about to cum, he does not waste time nor his potent semen. he‘s going to bend and shove that cock down your throat again.
you choke and gurgle, hands on his thighs as you look at him, begging him to have mercy on you. your wet lashes flutter as more and more tears escape your eyes, eyes so glossy like your lips and chin and his cock, all covered with saliva. he can’t help but smirk and snort at the sight before he thrusts all the way in and cums down your throat.
you feel all of it go down your throat too. it‘s sticky, thick, and a lot. his cock past your throat twitching inside there as he groans, slightly rocking back and forth. and he stays there for a few seconds, making sure you‘ve got it all before he pulls out of your mouth.
“tongue out.” he‘ll say, and you do as told. you put your tongue out and he‘ll laugh at that, hand on your head as he chuckles about how much of a good pet you are before he taps his red tip against your tongue and lets your slobber on it, making sure all your drool is over his tip before he simply puts it back in his underwear as a little wet gift.
then, he‘ll bend down take your tongue into his mouth for a few seconds before he pulls away and spits on your tongue. he smirks, pressing two fingers against your tongue and putting it back to place, closing your mouth too. and with those same fingers, he‘ll put those in his mouth and savour that flavour of your saliva and his cum.
and of course, he‘ll then tell you to sit on his lap and he‘ll play with your body for a bit because he‘s a gentleman like that.
surely, you‘d think that playing beach volleyball would be all fun and games. there would be no strong negative feelings, just joy as you enjoy the heat and humidity by the beach.
it was like that.
until it wasn‘t.
it’sfushiguro toji whofeels his anger rise with every passing second.
he watches your darling face as you play volleyball with gojo satoru. in his eyes, you look unbelievably delectable for someone who‘s only playing volleyball. the way your smile beats the beams of the sun is something that‘s so eye capturing.
but that isn‘t the only eye capturing thing in here.
the way your pretty bikini slowly hikes up with every effort you exert to jump high to catch the ball is not something that he thought he would be witnessing today, yet here he is.
it wouldn’t have been bothering him, had it been you and him playing. he probably would have made you jump on purpose. he‘d love the way your tits would bounce, and with every little action your bikini hikes up, showing more and more of your underboob before it just gives up and shows your pretty tits.
but now that you‘re playing with gojo who seems to be doing what he would have done, he feel his anger rising instead of his erection.
he can see the shit eating grin gojo holds as he makes every hit high just to make you jump and expose more skin. that action does nothing but make the irk on toji‘s forehead grow.
with a click of his tongue, he stands up from his seat. and as he does so, he notices that gojo isn‘t the only one looking at your boobs bounce. almost everyone in the beach is doing so.
a scowl shows on his handsome face as he grabs a bottle of water and opens it before he stops where the rope indication is and calls you over.
you look at him then nod, walking over and calling a break. the smile on your face almost makes his anger dissipate. the sweat that makes your body glisten makes his mouth water like a dog in heat, but he holds it in.
“hey baby,” you smile as he stretches out his hand to hand you the bottle. he smiles back and motions you close up until you’re only centimetres apart.
“enjoyin’ yourself sweetheart?” he asks so innocently, as if his hand isn‘t rising in the most sensual way known to man. deft fingers trailing on your sides up until they‘re halfway your ribcage.
“mhm. i haven‘t had this much fun with volleyball in such a long time.” you smile.
toji smiles sweetly back at you, all while side-eying gojo who has his eyes on your tits that are already half exposed, something you somehow hadn’t noticed yet.
toji‘s eye twitches before his hands ghost your tits. “mhm, seems like it.” he then places his hands directly on the bottom hem of your bra and pulls it down. “seems like your partner is as well.”
“gojo? yeah he‘s—”
you don‘t get to finish yourself. not when his large hands suddenly squeeze your tits sweetly. you almost emit a moan, but not when his mouth covers yours for a sweet kiss.
your eyes fall naturally close as your hands wrap themselves around his neck. but his eyes remain open. he makes eye contact with gojo whose eyes suddenly burn with jealousy seeing you fall putty into toji‘s hands.
though they don‘t exchange words, toji sends him a message with his eyes, something that goes along the lines of:
you could tell during sex that he was admiring your body when he slowed down. always, you could tell.
even if you had been on the brink of your orgasm, pussy about to soak him and strangle his dick with how hard it made you cum, he would stop dead in his tracks to salivate over your body.
he lived for your shape, the way your body was so ripe and full– plump, taught creases where your thighs met your sides from how far he bent you over. that round, plush ass he loved to see flatten against his pelvis every time he threw his hips into you. he’d been doing it before, fucking you with a patient passion that held a steady cadence of soft, wet claps filling the room. you sang the hell out of his name over them. he had to bite his lip, frowning deeply at the combination of seeing your ass rippling all the way up your tummy and back and down to your thighs each time he fucked his dick into you, and the feeling of that hot honey inside your pussy… the same that he wanted to stir up to drool over his cock, the same he wanted to taste all night with his devil-gifted tongue. your pussy could fucking kill him, he swears on everything. it’s so hot… that shit chokes his dick like he would not believe if he hadn’t felt it. that gushing wet, slick, creamy pussy that loved him so much that it wouldn’t let him go each time he pulled out, that sucked him back in no matter how he moved. you had cat that would start wars between nations and he knew it. he could only moan. o n l y m o a n, that pussy was so good. words couldn’t find him when he felt those walls start munching, when he could feel your cervix squishing kisses at the tip of his cockhead. those moans of his keep coming the weaker he gets, keep vibrating low in his chest, giving the bassline to your melody, to his rhythm now being bucked into you again. he watches his dick sink into you, disappearing deep into that golden brown flesh that contrasted so perfectly with his own… and coming out glistening with your juice and your cream all over it, rolling down his sack and down the inside of your legs.
and when you fucking cum, when you convulse and scream out for him while that pussy eats him whole, when you make him lose his sight and make his ears ring from how hard you make him bust, deep deep in you… as far as he could go…
Sukuna is so fucking mean! He has 2 cocks and will fuck you with one while he rubs the other across your clit and still not let you cum. He will fuck your pussy and your ass at the same time and then ruin your orgasm. He will tell you how he’s gonna breed you like the perfect flesh light for the king of curses and then he will cum on your belly or thighs instead. He will make you cry from cuming so many times and then make you look at him to say.
I’m just thinking about Gojo Satoru putting your legs over the arms of a chair and using it to jeep you on position as he fucks you. Just hard deep strokes that have you whining and panting in pleasure. He doesn’t take of his mask as he fucks you until right before your about to cum. Then it slips down to hang around your neck. You look up into his eyes and that’s it.
Your cuming and cry as your pussy squeezes his thick cock as much as it can. He grins down at you and pounds harder sometimes hitting your cervix other times hitting the sensitive spots around it until his final thrusts locks his cock head against your cervix and he cums. It’s hot and it floods into your womb making your belly tremble and giving you another small orgasm.
“Look at you being an over achiver on my cock. Very nice little one.”
Finally, after long, I am back on my stead (hopefully posting more from now on), but as Valentine’s Day is approaching, I’d like to open my ValentineEvent!Now, the event will be divided in two parts: first part will be a NSFW Match -Up that will have few rules and unfortunately not a lot of opportunities (so grab it while you can - I won’t be doing any request which arrives after the set deadline which you can find in the Rules); and the second one will be a special week-event like for White Day, following the ending of the match up consisting of randomly selected characters and prompts I’ll ask you to send in in the span of a week (more on this in the weeks to come).
#Rules for the NSFW MU ♡
•To participate in the NSFW MATCH UP you have to be 18 or over.
—your preferred fandom (if not specified, I’ll do it to my own discretion within the fandoms I write for).
Optional:
—whether you would like a nsfw visual;
— a kink / fantasy / wet dream - headcanon you have;
—anything about yourself you are comfortable sharing!
And I will match you up with a man who would satisfy your most deep yearnings, not making you get a wink of sleep making one of your hidden fantasy reality instead.
I’ll be taking requests until the 9th of February (8th February 23:59:59 CET). Requests sent in after this date will not be fulfilled.
Thank you for each one of those who will decide to participate.
I have compiled a list of smut prompts/phrases from multiple different lists. For my drabble game, send up to 3 for any member of Ateez. In addition to smut, you may specify an extra genre such as angst, fluff, comedy, or whatever. Also, you may include a trope or an AU, like college au, idol au, neighbors au, coffee shop au, etc., or any existing story universes I have written if you would like. Since these are reader insert drabbles, please include reader’s pronouns!
“I’d hold onto something if I were you.”
“I love it when you moan my name”
“Just a little harder”
“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”
“No panties?”
“I want you now”
“Use your tongue”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I can’t sleep without you here”
“Do you like that?”
“You need a place to stay for the night?”
“Spend the night with me”
“You can get louder, can’t you?”
“Look what you do to me.”
“I want to taste you.”
“Open your mouth.”
“If you want to come, you better beg.”
“That feels so good.”
“Don’t cum yet.”
“Strip. Now.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Bite me”
“If you insist”
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
“This is a one-time thing.”
“Tell me how you like it.”
“Get on your hands and knees, right now.”
“I just want to please you”
“All of my thoughts about you are improper.”
“I love it when you kiss my neck.”
“Don’t be gentle.”
“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now.”
“You wanna have sex with me?”
“You’re not going out dressed like that”
“I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.”
“Make me.”
“You’re mine.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me right now.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”
“This is new.”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“Like what you see?”
“Stay quiet”
“I told you to stay still.”
“I promise I’ll be good.”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
“You feel so good.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Maybe I need to remind you of your place.”
“I think I’ve made my intentions clear.”
“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you.”
“I know a workout you might actually enjoy.”
“I had no idea you were into this kinda thing.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I want it to hurt.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t be afraid. It’s just me.”
“I just want to feel something.”
“I swear I’m gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door.”
“Wanna join?”
“Mind if I join?”
“I’m either joining or watching, you pick.”
“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”
“You’re more than just a one night stand”
“Don’t forget who you belong to.”
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already.”
“Try to stay quiet, understand?”
“We’re in public you know.”
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
“Don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks.”
“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”
“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
“No. I’m supposed to make you feel good.”
“Stop teasing me so much”
“Bed. Now.”
“I’m waiting.”
“You better watch your fucking mouth.”
“Did I say you could stop?”
“First one to make a noise loses”
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”
“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”
“These walls are pretty thick which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”
“You look so good on your knees like that.”
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
“If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you come home I’m bending you over the bed.”
“Mine.”
“We can’t do that here.”
“Don’t make me tell you twice.”
“Behave.”
“What did you just say?”
“Come here.”
“Watch me.”
“If you can’t sleep… how about we have sex?”
“Put that thing away.”
“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“Tell me what you want”
“Y-you’re not…. w-wearing anything under that are you?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really that oblivious?”
“There is no way anyone is that innocent.”
“You taste like fucking candy.”
“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
“You make a sound and it’s game over.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?”
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“Want help with that?”
“Shut up!” “Why don’t you come over here and make me!”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
“We’re not just friends and you know it.”
“What? Does that feel good?”
“I’m not jealous! It’s just…. you’re mine.”
“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
“We have to be quiet.”
“Tell me that again.”
“You have no idea how much I want you.”
“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”
“Say it.”
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget that guy’s name.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Wanna fuck?”
“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on a bed?”
“How do I look?”
“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”
“We’re…. just friends.”
“Friends don’t do this kind of shit.”
“Friends don’t know the way you taste.”
“How quickly can you cum?”
“Think you could warm me up?”
“Touch me and you lose.”
“There are people here.”
“I want him to fuck you, so you know I can do it better.”
“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.”
“Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then.”
“I don’t know what to do.” “Then let me teach you.”
“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”
“Wanna bet?”
“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”
“If we get caught, I’m killing you.”
“It’s not what it looks like!” “Yes, it is.”
“Show me.”
“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”
“I forgot my towel.”
“You’re naked, aren’t you?”
“Take it off slowly.”
“Can you help me with this zipper?”
“Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.”
“I hope you know what that implies.”
“No one can ever find out about this.”
“Are these handcuffs?”
“Miss me?”
“What are you staring at?”
“I don’t feel like sleeping.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Why so shy?”
“Will you let us fuck you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel really good.”
“You’re the one who aroused me, so let’s have some fun.”
“Why don’t we move this to the bed?”
“Would you like to go somewhere a little private?”
“I know the fastest way to release anxiety.”
“These are so wet. Aren’t you going to remove them?”
“Is this too much?”
“I need you. Now.”
“This feels dirty…” “Because it is.”
“Fuck.” “Already did.”
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent.”
“Move your hands.”
“I want you to touch yourself.”
“I dare you to fuck ____.”
“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time if you’re looking for one.”
“Hey, you awake?”
“I want you… here… right now.”
“Bend over and spread your legs.”
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Do it like you always do.”
“Oh don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”
“Your lips make me wonder what you taste like.”
“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you.”
“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.”
“Lay back.”
“I can’t believe how wet you are already.”
“Oh fuck me.” “That’s the plan.”
“The night’s still young.”
“Did I stutter?”
“It’s your fault I’m like this.”
“I’m going to remember this moment when I’m jerking off later.”
“I just took a shower, but I don’t mind taking a second one with you.”
“The only thing more beautiful than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile.”
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”
“I love being with you like this.”
“I know you think about me at night.”
“Choose me.”
“Stop biting that fucking lip.”
“You’re blushing.”
“Can you not keep that damn tongue in your mouth?”
“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
“Is that my shirt?”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Just once.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“No one needs to know.”
“You were always the quiet one.”
“I had a dream like this once…”
Prompt Smut is back!
How will it work this time?
»I’ll be taking a maximum of FIVE prompts for each fandom, and I won’t be doing repeat characters (sorry!).
Apart from this limitations, you can just pick a character andsend it in an ask, with the number of the prompt you want, (please specify if you want specific pronouns), choosing from the ones here above! Please stay tuned for the requests. And now, enjoy!
A/N: Happy Saturday besties! EX HUSBAND GOJO WON THE VOTE!! Don’t worry though, I got bodyguard Megumi coming soon
Ever since the incident between you and Gojo regarding the third child, things had been eerily quiet from his side. No 3am calls, no surprise visits, nothing.
Perhaps that’s why you felt on edge when it was Gojo’s turn to have the kids for the weekend, and he still hadn’t arrived, your hands slightly shaking as you tied your son’s shoelaces.
“You’re overthinking it y/n” said a deep voice from your phone. “Maybe he’s just running a little late”
You sigh before nodding your head. Nanami was always your voice of reason. Sometimes you wonder if he could give good advice about your abusive relationship with Gojo, but you always kept that a secret from Nanami, not wanting to burden him with your own issues.
You’re suddenly pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a knock on the door. You take a deep breath as you turn to open the door, feeling slightly confident, knowing Gojo won’t pull anything with his mutual friend Nanami on call.
But the view in front of you wasn’t what you were expecting.
“Geto?”
The black haired man smiled at you sweetly as you greeted eachother. “What are you doing here?” You ask confusedly.
“Gojo was sent on a last minute session, so looks like the kids got me for the weekend!” He said, but he sounded uneasy.
“Oh? Okay.” You say, slightly taken aback that Gojo didn’t tell you beforehand. You hear your kids squeal from behind as they spot their uncle Geto, quickly rushing to the tall buff man, clinging onto his legs. “Hello lil monsters!!” He coos making them giggle.
You smile fondly at your loving children, before returning your attention to Geto, “well we’re off to my mom’s house for the weekend, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything Geto” you say, kissing your children goodbye.
Geto looks up at you confused and slightly tense. “We?”
You nod “Nanami is coming with me for the weekend, I feel too tired to drive so he offered to take me there and keep me company!”
You silently observe Geto’s uneasiness at the mention of Nanami, he knew you two were close, so why was he so stiff?
Geto blinks twice before awkwardly laughing “aww haha how sweet of him, anyways we should probably head out now, c’mon kids!” He calls them.
You place a hand on Geto’s broad shoulder, gaining the raven haired man’s attention. “Are you okay Geto? You seem uneasy, if taking care of the kids isn’t ideal for you this weekend, I can always take them with me” you assure him but the man shake his head quickly and reassures you it’s fine with a pat on your hand, before awkwardly exiting with the kids.
You stand in front of your door for a second confused. Why did he seem so uneasy? After all the years you’ve known Geto, he’s never been so anxious.
Only when he lies.
You shrug your shoulders and carry on getting ready. After all, Geto was a trustworthy friend of yours and Gojo’s for years, you’re sure he’d tell you if there was a problem.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts once again as a car beeps from outside. You smile as you spot Nanami’s sleek car waiting, you quickly skip out the house, joining your friend.
——
Nanami stands beside you, finally the door opens and you’re greeted with your mom.
“Hi mom” you say, entering the house before she can greet you and Nanami properly.
You sigh dramatically as you place your bags on your floor and stretch your aching legs. You smile as you hear chatter from the garden, deciding to follow the sound.
“Err! Y/n! How about you let Nanami relax in the living room for a bit first?” You mom asks. You pull a funny face at your mom’s weird suggestion, but allow her nonetheless, continuing your path to the garden
“Ahh this is such a nice breeze, I miss thi-“ your sentence was cut off as you paused in your movements.
There sat Gojo in the hammock chair, long legs man spreading as he turn towards you with a menacing grin. “Oh? Hello y/n”
You furrow your eyebrows at your annoying ex husband, internally beating yourself up for believing Geto’s pathetic lie.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, and he ignores your question momentarily to pat his lap, “c’mere baby!” He says so sweetly but only you knew the twisted lust behind it, “and what kind of question is that? We’re family! Even if we’re divorced, I always saw your family as my own!” He charms the table, your cousins cooing at his sickly sweet words.
You move forward to question him further, but his large hands grab your hips firmly, pulling you forward, making you stumble into his embrace.
“Oh? Don’t fall for me now” he says smartly as he grabs you securely, cradling you into his muscular arms. Your family once again laughed at his jokes, as if it’s the funniest thing they ever heard.
Spoiler alert, it’s not, but Gojo was too good at faking the charm of a perfect man.
You gritted your teeth as Gojo stroked your hair absentmindedly with you in his lap, as he laughed along with your family. Humiliating was the only word to describe it, but you stayed silent, knowing if you fought against him, everyone would think you’re the crazy problematic one. Oh lord, they wonder how Gojo ‘puts up with you’
After all, women are always the hysterical ones right?
“Babe try this mojito, it’s so good” he says with a grin, pressing the glass to your lips but before you could protest against it, a voice came through the garden.
“Y/n? Oh there you are. Hello Gojo” says the nonchalant man.
Gojo turned towards the voice, smile dropping as he stares at Nanami, who casually strolled into the garden.
Your cousins subtly swoon as they rush to introduce themselves.
You smile at Nanami’s effortless charm, your smile widening evilly as you realise why Geto felt uneasy at the mention of Nanami.
You can feel Gojo’s unnerving, intense stare on your face. He stares silently between you and Nanami, swishing his drink around. His face is unreadable. “And here I was ready to mend things” he mutters but you hear it. You hiss as his fingers dig into your hips.
“Why is he here?” His whispers in your ear and you can hear the envy in every word.
You ignore the pain shooting through your hips and grin from ear to ear as you tilt your head teasingly to meet his your ex husband’s glare.
Brushing your nose against his in mocking affection, you reply “why not babe?”
A/N:My babies I promise I was completing more requests you guys sent, but then my inner intrusive thoughts won Anyways enjoy the angst! <3
“You will no longer be going into campus for college, you’re going to move to online studying”
You stared at your father in unconcealed shock and disbelief, as you envisioned your freedom collapsing right in front of you.
“But why? I’m- I’ve literally done nothing wrong! I’ve been focusing on my education and-“ you defended incoherently.
“Well clearly you haven’t been focusing enough since I’m hearing things from other people. Have you ever thought about how your actions could affect the reputation of our family?” Your dad cut you off, his eyebrows crossed in anger, making your back shiver and your knees grow weak.
Suddenly you hear shuffling from upstairs, you glare as you watch your cousins gathered around the staircase, watching your humiliation like some form of entertainment. The sly smiles on their faces was everything you needed to know on who the “other people” were.
Fuck you.
You felt angry tears build up in your eyes, but they were yet to spill. You knew they would get their way, they always did. How could a non sorcerer like you possibly win?
You can hold my arm if you’re scared
Megumi’s words were the only words that played in your head as you felt yourself shake with fear.
You quickly turned around to face the tall, dark haired bodyguard who looked stern as he stared straight ahead, but you paid no heed to it.
You grabbed the pale hand of your bodyguard, who held yours in return, and you stared up at him desperately.
“Megumi you gotta tell him! Tell dad how good I’ve been! You’re always there! You know how I’ve done nothing but focus on my-“
“Your father is right y/n”
The rest of your sentence died in your throat as you stared up at him in disbelief. His dark blue eyes never met yours.
You blinked once. Then twice. Hoping you heard him wrong, you stood silently next to him as you processed his words, your hands slipping out of his.
He’s not on your side.
The angry tears that were once suppressed finally ran down your flushed cheeks. Desperation taking over as you pressed your body against Megumi’s and grabbed his fitted black blazer, shaking him, punching his chest but he did not retaliate, only staring down at you blankly.
“Megumi you’re supposed to be on side! I thought we were-“
“We’re not” he cut you off sternly, his dark eyes finally focusing on you, but with an unimpressed glare. “We’re nothing, so stop it” he scolds firmly, making you feel like a pathetic child.
Oh. We’re nothing.
You take a step away from him, and look back at your dad with misty eyes, who is already staring at you. You look away in shame, exiting the room and heading upstairs.
“Megumi make sure she actually goes to her room please”
“Yes sir”
You felt his heavy steps follow you behind silently, and it halts as you reach your room.
“Y/n”
“Don’t ever talk to me again” you snap, slamming the bedroom door to his face.
HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE ‘EM // corrupt cop! gojo x f! reader
includes:DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors and under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // bully! cop! g. satoru, fem! sub! reader, blackmail,abuse of power, anti-police rhetoric, gun play,noncon touching, groping, breeding kink,dacryphilia,semi-brat taming, fear kink, stockholm syndrome-y?
themes:Corrupt Cop! AU | Power Dynamics | Strangers to Enemies
prompt:This is for the @novaresquep0rn themed xxxhub collab! I came up with corrupt cop! gojo x barely legal slut. Tysm for letting me join, and big congrats on your milestone!
summary:You and your friend get pulled over after a party. You don’t want to get in trouble, and Officer Gojo doesn’t want you to either. He just wants you to be safe—
You stare at the lights in the side view mirror. Red and blue, blinding. Especially this late at night.
“I’m so fucked,” your best friend says, gripping the steering wheel.
“No you’re not,” you snap, trying to maintain control although you don’t believe it yourself. “Just stay calm, okay?”
She looks at you, eyes wide and mouth open to argue, but the officer who has pulled her over appears at her side, peering down to get a look at you both.
“License and registration.”
“Yes sir,” she says, fishing for her wallet.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“…No?”
He huffs, his wicked grin making your heart pound with nerves.
The officer leans his forearms on the window frame, getting comfortable. “Well I can smell the alcohol on you. That explains the driving.”
You see the ID in her hand, but she hesitates. He opens his hand, forcing her to hand it over. You both watch in stiff silence, holding your breath as he scans the ID. The only sound is that of him smacking his chewing gum. You’re not sure how he can read with that blindfold over his eyes, but he catches it quickly.
“Barely legal and already getting into trouble, huh?” he says, looking up at your friend.
anon asked: hi can I request perv neighbor choso x tease fem reader?
summary: choso can’t help but watch you from your open windows as you roam around your apartment, he watched you get dressed for your day job and come back for your bi weekly nigh job. which caught his attention first, it’s not everyday you get a free show from your neighbor when most people pay for it. title is from can i watch? by viktor vaughn (good song) but was written to tear you apart by she wants revenge
cw: female reader, camgirl!reader, perv!choso, reader is a tease and gets off on choso watching them, fantasizing, voyeurism, masturbation (f & m)
choso could never ignore you. he tried to, he tried to just go to another room or occupy his time with something else. when he moved into an apartment with ceiling to floor windows he thought he would be the one worrying about peeping toms, not the other way around.
“this is the problem with the city, so many windows.”
he thought out loud as he tried another pitiful attempt at keeping his eyes away from your apartment windows, which stretch along the whole studio. so choso got a full show of you stuffing yourself with your fingers that followed with different varieties of toys that were all for you. at first he thought you were just doing it with a partner, long distance relationships are hard. but then he realized this was a tight schedule, never any other days or times. also the fact that choso isn’t a stranger to camgirls, especially the vibrators that are connected to donations.
his dick was rock hard even before getting a good look at you, the way you moved around on the sheets and how he wishes with everything in his body he could hear you. wondering how you sound when you put a toy in with little prep, how you sound when you curve your toys upwards to hit that spot you like, how you sound when you rub your clit after you’ve came multiple times. how you’d take his dick, if you’d try and push him away or be able to take it. how you’d call out to him when he’s going too fast, when you want to cum after he’s edged you for too long.
Choso loved how you had the same sexy smile on your face while fucking yourself, he wondered if you were like that when you were getting fucked too. if you would look at him with your fucked dumb expression and smile at him, smile while your clit is numb from how much it’s been abused and your cunt undeniably sore the next day.
how could he notwatch you?
you always knew choso was watching, you’re the one that made him that way. your parallel apartments are almost ridiculously close after all, there’s little struggle seeing the man walk around his house in the early mornings before the sun was even out. your interest didn’t come to the level it was now until you came home and seen the man with his limbs sprawled across his couch, dick in hand. you tried to look away, trying to steal a glance as if it wouldn’t be as bad, but you couldn’t tear you eyes away when you seen how he looked with his head back against the couch, the side view of his face taking shallow breaths like he was about to cum. you tore your eyes away, trying to forget your moment of voyeur on your neighbor. but it never left your mind, if anything you kept thinking about it for the next few days.
you always tried your best to keep your second job a secret, you made a makeshift curtain that covered only your bed. it had come to that solution when the landlord said they wouldn’t install curtains along any of the exposing windows because it’ll “take away it’s charm”, so you had to make it work. you decided to get rid of this compromise when you became infatuated with your hot neighbor, it was too much work anyways to keep the blanket up. and you were hell-bent on having him look at you the way you looked at him, all you had to hope for now was that he notices you.
and one day he did. you didn’t notice at first until you were switching out toys during your cam show, getting up naked to find the toy you forgot to grab. you spare a glance towards your neighbor while heading back and you see him, dick in hand and breathless as he was very obviously watching you. there’s no other reason to beat your dick towards your window, you thought to yourself, feeling very accomplished.
after that you always made sure to check if he had noticed, stealing a glance his way. you’re always pleased, you wish you could get a better look at his dick. wondering how sensitive the tip is, how his face would look if you kiss it before giving him head, how big it is compared to your face and how you’d be able to take it. you wondered if you’d burn from the stretch, or how his fingers felt in you. you thought about this all during your cam show, reaching your climax very quickly.
choso has been feeling a little restless lately, he can’t just jack it to you this way forever. he’s never even heard your voice yet, it’s almost pathetic. he’s been more desperate while jacking off to you, babbling to himself while he bucks up into his hand, and it’s the same today.
“ugh, fuck. need you so bad.”
he mumbled to himself, his dick was so hard it hurt. every time he would swipe his thumb over his tip his stomach would tense up, and he was feeling abnormally sensitive today. bucking up into his own hand and his breath labored, he was watching you stuff yourself with a dildo, seeing your head reel back as you moan, his ears tingling with anticipation to hear it even thought he never does. he wanted to feel how wet you were, how your walls would spazz around him when he rubbed your clit and bite at your nipples. he threw his head back, desperately trying to imagine how you’d sound saying his name, and when he brings his eyes back to look at you, it’s impossible for him to think you’re not looking at him. your head straight and hooded eyes looking across at him while you shoved your toy in you, mouth agape in a moan and eyebrows knitted together. choso felt a chill go out his spine as he came in his own hand, dick throbbing and still stiff.
he tried to convince himself you weren’t looking, even went out for a walk to calm himself down and a cold shower after. he thought he heard a knock at his door while he was there, wondering if he was finally getting a complaint from a neighbor. after his shower he went out to see if there was a note left anywhere, to his surprise there actually was. it read
“tune in sometime, or if that’s not your speed I’ll always answer a phone call xx -apt. 101”
on the back of the note was your camgirl handle and phone number, choso also now had your apartment number. he felt his face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and being unbearably horny again. he dials the number and sits on his bed, watching across as you search for your ringing phone. you answer and turn towards your window,
summary: gojo likes to mess w you, a known sweetheart of your class. who knew the nice girl getting pissed at him would make him hard.
cw: nsfw, female reader, hate (ish) sex, degradation (mostly male receiving), teasing/edging, gojo likes being called a slut
gojo has made it his hobby to annoy you, and he’s made it as the only person you genuinely dislike. he didn’t know how he made the nicest person dislike him, but he’s enjoying it.
the tension started when he tried to see if flirting annoyed you, and if you’re honest it usually wouldn’t, you’re a flirtatious person yourself. but the flirting added with gojo’s presence is what made it less than bearable.
“god do you ever shut up.”
and that’s when he felt his dick jump, your voice was filled with such annoyance and directed straight at him. he’s never been so delighted to be so annoying, especially because you’re known for being so kind. only he can do this, only he got the hard glare from you; he felt very special.
“bothering you is the only way you talk to me, how else am i supposed to hear your pretty voice?”
his compliments were aggravating, because his tone made it feel like he was making fun of you. he was so good at being the worlds biggest bother.
“fuck off gojo.”
“if you say that again i just might~”
if he meant his words you’d do anything.
“fuck off.”
“aw, you forgot my name. it doesn’t count.”
you’ll never get a break.
“fuck you.“
“is that an invitation?”
you decide to separate yourself from him before you punch him, walking through the building on the way to your dorm. if only that’s all it took to get away from him, you could hear his long strides soon catch up with you.
“awe, c’mon. did i really upset you this time?”
“yes, so please leave me alone.”
you really were trying your best, people looking at the two of you as you pass. satoru walked in such close proximity to you, but still barely behind you. you were bumping shoulders as you stomped away from him, but all he did was step a little closer and bump his shoulder into yours.
“i’m going to my dorm satoru, leave me alone.”
saying his name was a mistake, but you were so upset. that was the first time you’ve gotten so mad you abandoned formalities when addressing someone. you heard the excitement in his voice when talking after that.
“what happened to what you said in class? weren’t you serious?”
“are you joking?”
“whaattt aren’t we going to your dorm together?”
you could see your room from where you stood, but you were so upset you turned to look at him, you needed to yell at him in his face. you thought it’d satiate your anger that was bubbling in your chest and weighing down your eyebrows.
“you’re a real piece of work-“
when you turned to meet his eyes, he was much closer than you expected. his height had his eyes looking down at you through low sunglasses, even when he was slouched. his face had a flush to it, he looked at you like he could eat you. he was slightly disheveled, his hands running and tugging at his hair in class usually made it unruly. has he always looked like this? you didn’t like the way seeing him in a mess made you feel, you despise this guy.
after a few seconds of just looking at him, he leans down just enough for his mouth to rest next to your ear, the skin there prickled and became hot.
“you don’t want to try it at least one time? it’ll be fun.”
your breath hitched a bit, which he picked up on. he always has on little things like that. he spoke again, still leveled with your ear as he spoke.
“i’m not going to bother you over this if you don’t want to, if you don’t just say no and i’ll leave right now. actually this time, haha.”
what did you want? what did you actually want? this man aggravates you so badly, it’s impossible you’re considering this right now. but the way he is right now, head hidden in your shoulder, hands in his pockets as he’s bent down to meet your height, his hair barely tickling your neck. is anger and arousal getting mixed up? it’s hard to not imagine what the tall man looks like under his uniform, especially right now, with such an offer handed to you so nicely.
“whatever.”
you don’t say anything else and head to unlock your dorm room, you try your best to not look back at him.
“you can slam your door in my face right now.”
it’s like he’s giving you a final warning as you step in, you just push your door open wider behind you. that’s as close to a yes as he’ll get, your pride is holding your tongue.
your stomach did flips when you heard him close your door, you started nitpicking at the things you left laying around your room. trying to ignore him stepping up behind you, he was so close you could feel the heat on your back. your spine prickled and stings with anticipation, and when he finally pressed his chest to your back it separated into warmth. his hands start wandering under your shirt and up your stomach, stopping right under your bra, his fingers dancing on the underwire.
“can i?”
he says, chin pressed onto your shoulder, you feel his gaze on your tits through your shirt.
god damnit
“mhm.”
his hands wasted no time taking up the space, the exhale you let out almost sounded like relief. as he felt around he felt the front clip on your bra, easily opening it. the ease of his action made you laugh.
“fucking whore.”
you said half jokingly, the tone of your voice also being dictated by the hands feeling and pinching your tits. at your words he puts his face farther into your neck, and you feel him press himself onto your ass. you swear you hear him let out a strained exhale, your body is practically burning with excitement now.
“oh?”
as you were about to tease and make fun of him, he frees up one of his hands to grab your chin, pushing his lips into yours. he tasted sweet, there was so many unexpected things about him. he breathed into the kiss, way more worked up than you thought he would’ve been. but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t too, he was good.
“say it again, please.”
“what? me calling you a fucking whore? how cute.”
that was enough to get you stripped of your clothes, back pressed into the mattress as gojos hands were in the insides of your knees, pressing down your legs so he got a good look at your cunt. the sight was almost too much for you, him biting on the hem on his tshirt as he looked down at himself rubbing his dick on your mess. his face flush and his eyebrows furrowed as he rubbed his dick against your clit. it was driving you crazy, probably as much as him. you let out a whimper and try to press up, he won’t stop his motions over your clit, and it’s really getting you there.
“are you really gonna cum just from me rubbing you? like a fucking animal, how embarrassing. you’re already so messy.”
his voice is whiny and breathy, he’s just as worked up but is somehow still managing to talk down on you. this is where anger mixed with arousal.
“you’re not one to talk shit when you’re this hard from being called a slut. do you like that? when girls tell you how much you get around? you’re the one that threw yourself onto me.”
it was hard to get it out clearly, but you did. your voice out of breath. you let your condescending eyes look up at him, a smile on your face. but his eyes bore into you, definitely asking for more. you wouldn’t without him asking though.
“i’m not a mind reader, satoru.” 
“more.”
“a little clearer.”
“tell me more.”
you liked the sound of him finally asking you for something, the idea of him not getting it is even nicer. you stayed quiet as you watched him bump your clit with his head, one of his hands getting impatient and rubbing a finger around your entrance. even something simple as this felt like too much for you. you felt the warmth in your stomach get warmer, you tried to move your hips for more friction.
“ah- fuck.”
satoru watched you as you try to let the coil in your stomach go, all for him to stop his movements. the feeling disappearing and your legs left shaking from the anticipation. you were more than annoyed.
“ugh! why would you do that?!”
“you can’t get what you want if i don’t, sorry babe, those are the rules.”
the pet name made you feel a little embarrassed, the heat going down to the space where gojo was absolutely still. he seen the resolve in your face dissolve, so he slowly started his movements again.
“it’s crazy you’d go this far to be called a little slut. what? you wanna be my slut? is that what’s going on?”
you practically laughed it out at him, he kept up his movements as you spoke. your half laugh at him was enough to drive him at his wits end. 
“answer me, satoru. or are you too dumb to answer right now? you haven’t even actually started fucking me yet and you’re already this stupid?”
“ah- yes… yes.”
“yes what?”
he bit his lip as he started rubbing his head at your entrance, the sight was heavenly.
“you know what i mean.”
“hm, no i- ah!”
he let one hard thrust to slide himself in your mess, the sting was overwhelming.
“oh god, wait! wait it hurts.”
you put a hand up to his stomach to try and push him back, he let a moan out at the picture before him.
“you were spread like such a whore before, i thought you’d be able to take it.”
“ugh i fucking hate you.”
“tell me how much.”
he said it with a whiny voice, his pace slowing so he can give you time to speak clearly. he really wanted it.
“you’re so pathetic, why should I give you what you want when you still can’t answer a simple question- augh fuck!”
as you finished your sentence he picked up his pace again, you were both a mess. your legs were still shaking and even more severe now because of the way he was ramming and grinding into you. satoru was letting out desperate sounds practically every time you spoke to him, it was giving you an unimaginable ego boost. it took a while for you to think of a way to tease him and get him to answer your question, because it would be a real gift to hear the prideful man say how badly he wants to be your whore.
“if- ah! if you can’t answer me i’ll have to find someone else who can.”
the way his eyes snapped up at you made a smile rise to your face, that was all it took. as you thought you were finally getting used to his pace he pressed a thumb to your clit and runs in slow circles. your orgasm starts coming fast due to this, you still hadn’t gotten to since earlier. satoru leans down to your ear again, speaking almost desperately.
“yes, i wanna be- ah! i wanna be your slut, please. just me, no one else. please.”
the satisfaction of his words goes straight to pushing you over the edge, until he stops all motions again and you feel the heat dissipate. you practically cry out of frustration, before you complain he speaks again. this time face inches away from yours, slowly moving his hips again so it keeps the tingle of another orgasm building up.
“tell me, you won’t do this with anyone else. you’ll only tell me things like this.”
“ugh fuck! okay! just let me cum please!”
at your words he rubs your clit and moved his hips faster,
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POV Reader x Gojo Satoru - You hold the mission file in your shaking hands reading the name over and over again…Gojo Satoru Ten long years and not a word, no sign He took away your fears and worries, after all even back then he was already the strongest. It wasn’t just his stupid pride or overconfidence.
His kisses addictive, his touch intoxcicating sending shivers down your spine. That scent that defined him. It would put you in a daze as soon as you breathed it in, reaching your anxiety riddled brain. Hmmm and his voice, every little noise that escaped was her undoing…Oh and those damn eyes of his. He was an instrument of pure torture but then he had jsut left. No sign, not a single word, he just left. And your world crumbled…ten years you have moved on, found someone good for you. No you wouldn’t let him come back and ruin it all over again. You close the file like closing the chapter of your life with a hurt sigh. You need a drink. A strong one
A/n: I honestly have no idea what I’m doing at this point. There’s no power dynamic and this wasn’t proofread cause I was honestly to anxious to go through skim read through it. Anyways I’m queue and dip lol .
Warnings: 18+. Hand job. Ab riding (is that a thing?) Edging. Masturbation. Oral m receiving. Footjob. Creampie. Light bondage. A little cockwarming.
Note: This was actual really fun to write! Toge’s so cute
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There’s an art to teasing someone. You have to be sure about what exactly makes them flush, but you can’t use it all the time lest they may become immune to it. You have to select the right time to tease them, and you have to say it a certain way. Most importantly, a smug look is a must. You wouldn’t say you had that down to a T, but Toge sure thinks so. Especially when it comes to teasing him, you were an expert because you didn’t even need to touch him.
You sat on a chair, leg over the other with an arm propping up your head as you looked down on him. Toge would never admit he liked it this way when he was forced to look up at you. There was a smirk curling on your lip, almost like a sneer, and it caused his breath to hitch. He wasn’t quite sure if he could breathe like this, and it’s been almost over an hour. It was torture and it was all because he couldn’t wait until you got back.
Toge had been edging himself for the past hour. His face was flushed, tears drying on his cheeks only to be replaced with new ones. Breaths hiccuping, Toge was completely at your mercy. He couldn’t take it anymore. Brows furrowing, Toge whined and glared at you.
That’s not to say he wasn’t enjoying his punishment. Oh, no. His back was pressed against the foot of the bed and he was completely naked. It was a little humiliating since you were dressed, but he reckoned what was more humiliating was the fact he enjoyed this too much. The fact that you were watching him jerk off, speaking sweet phrases in a low voice into the quietness of the room—fuck, he needed to cum so badly.
“What is it?” you asked, swinging your leg. The slick sound of Toge rubbing his cock slowed down as he tried to muster strength to…to what? He couldn’t do anything. He deserved this punishment. If only he hadn’t been so impatient. If only he had obeyed you.
His mouth formed the word, “Please.” You’ve learned to read his lips since he couldn’t talk, and the two of you shared dozens of ways to communicate without speaking. Like a tap, or signing using your hands, or even a look.
“Please? Please, what, sweetheart? I can’t understand you if you aren’t specific,” you said. “Am I supposed to guess? Do you want me to touch you? Let you cum? Do you want me to fuck you? Ride you until morning? Want me to suck on your cock? Give you a handjob?”
Toge nodded frantically to every single one of them. Anything! Anything! He’d be happy with anything you did to him. At least do something. At least touched him. At the very least. His mouth was forming the word “please”, over and over again. Please, please, please. Please to all of that. Please to one of them. Please. Anything. As long as you did something! He couldn’t keep this up anymore! He was at his limit, chest heaving, sweat dripping, cock throbbing hard.
You tilted your head. “Which one, love? Use your words.”
“Ungh!” Toge bursts into more tears. You both knew he couldn’t use his words! He couldn’t! Why were you so mean? “Mmph, haa!”
“You act like you don’t like it when I’m mean,” you said, grinning, pressing your legs together at the sight of him crying as he jerked pathetically at his cock. As much as you wanted him, this was still wonderful. “Okay. Stand up. Come here.”
Stand up? Toge didn’t know if he could! But he does it anyway. With shaky trembling legs, he managed to rip his hand away from his aching cock long enough to stumble over to you. So close. Searching eyes and a tap on the back of your hand. Could he touch you?
“No,” you said and he whined. “Why? I thought you were content without me? You certainly seemed so when I came in and found you masturbating.”
He’s sorry! He’ll behave! Please! Whimpers and whines. Toge was so frustrated. He was a frustrated mess who needed you and only you. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t cum. He had been jerking off but it hadn’t been enough. He needed your touch, he needed your eyes on him to be able to cum, he needed you. He wouldn’t be able to cum by himself. You had made sure of it, intoxicating him.
“Have you no shame, Toge?” you asked, taking a finger and rubbing the slit of his cock. Toge practically keens—he’s so sensitive! It’s been an hour! He’s been touching his cock for an hour or more, but it’s your touch. He’s so sensitive, so aware of your touch. Toge hunched over, knees giving out, and feverishly searched for something to hold on, clutching onto your arms to stable himself. Tears were dripping down his face, drool, sweat. His throat was dry from all the crying, nose red, and you didn’t even look like you’d give in.
“Hng, agh,” Toge groaned. His fingertips pressed into your arm, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to tell you he was desperate. That he wouldn’t last long. He swore that if you were to start fucking him now, he’d honestly cum the moment you put him in.
“Are you going to fall?” You asked, tone soft. Toge whimpered. You brushed a tear from his face and stood up with a smile. “Okay. You can hold onto me if you’re scared you’ll fall.”
“Ngh,” Toge whined as his arms circled around you. He placed his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling in, whimpering and whining. His cock is left alone so to remind you, he rubbed it against you, just a little, and that was enough to make him gasp. His hand wasn’t the same as you. He couldn’t cum from his own hand but he bet he’d cum from rubbing anywhere on you.
“Use your words, love,” you reminded him and Toge’s toes curled in frustration as he groaned into your neck, sobbing.
He couldn’t take it anymore!
Toge grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock so you could feel how messy you’ve made him. You smirked and nudged your head against his with a hum. “Oh, I see. Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Toge? How was I supposed to know?”
“Aah!” Toge cried out as you began to pump him up and down. His hips bucked and his arms tightened around you, hiccuping and gasping for breath. Oh, fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck! Close! He was so close already! He was close!
You listened to Toge moan and cry, shuddering against your body. Music to your ears. Toge had the loveliest voice, especially when he was moaning like this. With his head so close to you, you could hear all the little sounds he made, every time he exhaled or took in a sharp breath. He rutted against your hand, wetting your shoulder, but you were perfectly happy with it.
“Do you want to cum, darling? Do you think you deserve to cum?” you asked, twisting your wrist and making Toge sob.
He sniffled. It was in situations like these that he was glad he couldn’t answer. He wanted to cum so badlybut whether or not he deserved it was a different matter. All he could do was hold onto you and try not to be washed away with your scent, your touch, all the pleasure you were giving and depriving him of.
Toge tapped you twice. Close. You thought about it and decided to speed up your hand. Toge gasped loudly, throwing his head back, eyes wide. You watched as he came undone by your hands, trembling, cum shooting out of his cock. It splattered onto your clothes and his stomach, thick and hot, all over your hand. Toge wobbled and his legs gave out. Surprised, you caught him before he hit the ground. You gently placed him down and he sat there, dazed.
“Hnn?” He looked up at you, blinking blurrily, completely fucked out. You giggled and bent down, taking him by the chin and forcing his mouth open. Toge’s tongue lolled out, the circle catching your attention. You pressed your thumb on top of it and Toge’s tongue wrapped around your digit.
“How do you feel?” you asked.
“Mmph.” Toge closed his eyes blissfully, sucking and licking your thumb as if it was a lollipop.
“How lewd,” you commented and he moaned. You removed your thumb. “Are you going to be a good boy for me from now on?”
“Uh-huh.” Toge opened his eyes, watching you through slits, sleepy, exhausted.
You pressed a kiss to his mouth, unable to resist. Your tongues clashed, but you pulled away all too soon, leaving Toge to follow after you, hands coming out to hold on to you as if he was afraid you’d leave him. He had a confused expression on his face but groaned when you traced his lips.
“Liar,” you said and he made a noise of protest. “How can I believe you when you can’t even use your words, darling?”
It’s one of those days where you’re busy, and it’s one of those days where Satoru is definitely not busy. Actually, he has too much time on his hands, or in this case—too much you on his hands.
“Gojo,” you said sternly as you felt his hand sneak up your shirt for the fiftieth time today, and it wasn’t even lunch yet.
“Gojo?” he asked, and you could hear the pout. If you turned around, you’d definitely see it, sparkly eyes and all.
“Yes.Gojo,” you emphasised. You don’t call him Gojo, not since you two started dating. It was Satoru, Toru, or many of the pet names you’ve given him. Many which he adored. The only time you ever called him Gojo was when you had to be stern. When you were serious or angry.
He whined, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck as he tightened his grip on your body. You sat on his lap from his insistence, and continued to do your work, scribbling down notes. But oh boy, was Satoru continuously getting handsy. First it started with holding your hand and playing with your fingers. Then rubbing your thigh. Groping your ass. Sliding his thumbs across your waist. Each time, a stern snap of his name to discourage him from touching you any further seemed to produce the exact oppositeresult.
So if it’s attention he wants, then you weren’t giving it to him. You’ve told him your paperwork was due this evening. He could at least leave you for another hour, but no, Satoru was being a brat. Suppose you’ve spoiled him a little too much, but how could you not? He flashes a smile at you and suddenly, all you want to do is give him all the love. Damn. Was this what they called whipped?
Satoru hesitantly brought his hand up your shirt again but you didn’t react. He pinched his brows together, squinting at your face which gave no indication you noticed. A little more courageous, he grabbed your breast and squeezed gently. Nothing. Okay. That’s suspicious.
“Darling?” He placed his chin on your shoulder, staring up at you while he kneaded your breast. “Honey?”
No answer.
Oh. Okay. He gets it now. “Sweetheart? My love? The light of my life? The very reason for my existence? Are you ignoring me, perhaps?”
Fuck, the man was distracting, but you were a woman of patience and great virtue. You could handle this. Easy.
Satoru smirked. He could play this game too, sure he would win. You always cracked and though that meant he was punished, well, the whole point was to be punished, right? He wasn’t doing this for a reward. Not at all.
His soft breath tickled your neck as he got bolder, fingers pinching your nipple. You twitched but continued concentrating on your work, which, quite honestly, wasn’t happening. His lips were on your neck and his other hand was travelling to your crotch. He pressed you as close to him as possible and you all but forgot how to hold a pen.
“Aren’t I turning you on?” Satoru asked quietly, a smugness to his tone which was stripped away with a groan as he grinded against your ass. “Hm? Aren’t you going to punish me for touching you without permission…mistress?”
Oh, fuck. The son of a bitch. He knew exactly what he was doing. Calling you mistress was a sure fire way to get you into the mood, switching something on in you that only came out in the bedroom.
He was outright grinding on you now, grunting, his bulge pressed up against you. His finger traced your crotched, other hand moving to give your other breast attention. You clenched your teeth, finger tapping on your pen. A brat. An absolute brat.
“Mistress,” Satoru whined. “Don’t you want to touch me back? Ruin me? I want you to. I want you. Please?”
You snapped.
Grinding back on him and eliciting a sharper groan, you turned your head around to glare. “Why do you have to be so disobedient, Toru?”
He grinned. “Don’t make me spell it out. I love being punished by you, mistress.”
You huffed and grabbed his hands, removing them from you. Standing up, you turned around to see a lost and needy expression paint Satoru’s face. Were you wet? Absolutely. The sight of him on the chair, a bulge in his pants, looking up at you desperately was all that was needed to have you clenching around nothing.
“Since my little brat is so needy for punishment—” you reached out and grabbed his hair, tugging it back to reveal his neck. He moaned. “—shouldn’t the punishment be not to punish you?”
“Mistress!” He pouted.
“Hands on the side of the chair and keep it there,” you snapped and his arms came up to rest on them. You placed your foot on the edge of the chair, pushing it back so you had more room. Releasing your grip on his hair, you sat on top of the desk and stared down at him while he shivered from your look alone.
“Miss—oh, fuck me!” Satoru threw his head back as you pressed your foot against his bulge. “Miss—miss, please!”
“Hm?” You had an elbow on your knee, foot unmoving. “Oh, I’m just thinking that if you so desperately want me to touch you, I won’t give you that. You’ve been naughty, love.”
“Ngh,” Satoru moaned, grinding onto your foot, seeking any sort of friction. “Ah. Hah. Mistress, please. I want you to—to touch me.”
“I am, aren’t I? You can grind against my foot like the pretty little whore you are. You can even cum if you want. Don’t you think I’m being quite nice and merciful for someone so disobedient?” You pressed down a little harder, careful not to hurt him, and Satoru moaned pitifully, his hips jerking and growing faster.
“Touch you,” Satoru gasped. “I want to touch you too. Please, mistress? Please?” His hands were twitching on the armchair, clenching into fists and unclenching as if he didn’t know what to do with them.
“So demanding for someone being punished,” you tsked, tilting your head to the side. “Do you think you can do anything because of your pretty face?”
“…ha, yes? I—oh shit!”
You had grabbed onto his hair again, pulling his face closer to you as you leaned down. His hips got more erratic, the chair squeaking underneath his movements. Tongue sticking out, his swirling eyes looked up at you, grunts and moans slipping from his mouth like a symphony.
“Ah, ah, I’m going to cum,” Satoru whimpered. “Please, can I come? Can I come, mistress?”
“Yes, darling. I don’t go back on my words.” You sneered down at him, a gleam in your eyes. “Go ahead. You can cum.”
“Thank you,” he gasped, rutting against your foot so hard, you had to push back to maintain a semblance of keeping steady. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
You watched as his hips grew jerky and slow as he panted, breath fanning your knee. Your hand scratched his head and he closed his eyes, leaning into you and whimpering softly. You stared down at the wet stain in his pants with a smirk and then asked, “Why did you stop?”
“Ngh!Ah! Fuck!” Satoru sobbed out as you rubbed your foot against his cock, sensitive from cumming. “Wait, wait, it’s—it’s sensitive! Miss, miss, please! Wait!”
“I thought you wanted to cum, darling? I thought you were so needy and desperate for me, you were willing to cum while grinding on my ass?” You continued to tease his cock, running your foot up and down, watching it rise again. “You’re going to fuck my foot and cum like the naughty boy you are until I say you can stop. Understand?”
camboy!nanami kento x camgirl!reader x camboy!getou suguru
word count: 2.1k
warnings: filming, cam sex, heavy pet play, oral sex (m! receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, reader is called kitty, nanami is called sir and getou is called daddy and pretty boy, some mxm action, established poly relationship, use of the phrase “kittycunt” (yes I have no shame this is who I’ve become), mentions of anal and double penetration
synopsis: kento thought he’d live a boring life until he met you two
If you were to ask what kind of life Nanami Kento thought he’d have, he would’ve said a boring life filled with cubicles and paperwork. You could’ve asked him a hundred times and each time would’ve been something different and equally as boring.
He never would’ve thought that he would be in a poly relationship with two loving partners who loved him just as much and he definitely would have never thought that the three of you would have sex on camera on a weekly basis.
It was something he wasn’t sure that he’d get into as easily as he did, at first he was just a watchful viewer when you and Suguru played with each other, controlling the vibrator remote to edge you and make you whine. Then one day he joined you two and the audience loved his addition, they loved watching you both crumble under his dominant fist. He also loved the power and control he had over you two, he could edge you two for hours if he wanted and the tips would just come rolling in. But he wasn’t always that sadistic to you two.
Today was the day of the week where it would happen.
He walked through the door of the filming room and saw one of the sights he loved most, you and Suguru sitting in front of the webcam while the countdown for the show started. You perked up and looked at him with big eyes, jumping from your position to run to him and give him a kiss before dragging him to the webcam.
You were dressed in a frilly little lingerie set that Suguru got you for your birthday, white kitty ears were on top of your head and a matching white tail plug was snug inside you. You also had your collar and leash on and had a mask that covered the top half of your face.
Suguru and Kento had a black and silver mask covering the top halves of their faces and wore dark button up shirts with black slacks. Suguru’s shirt was open to show off his chest which often did good with the audience and Kento’s shirt was buttoned up and he just left two buttons at the top open.
You looked at both men with a big smile as the clock ticked down, “ready?” They nodded and both pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks.
“Go on and start the stream little kitty, I’ll get the remote and the vibrator.” Kento kissed you softly and got up to find the bullet vibrator he often attached to you during the streams. While he was searching you pressed record and started the stream, smiling as the number of viewers quickly increased from 0 to the thousands.
“Hi everyone! Looks like you were all looking forward to this tonight.” You read through the comments, most of them commenting how cute you looked or how attractive Suguru was and Suguru leaned in to read the comments along with you.
“Well thank you everyone but the real star of the show here is our little kitty, isn’t that right sir?” Suguru smirked as he looked back at Kento, who had the bullet vibrator and remote in his hand and made his way back in the view of the camera.
“Yes you’re absolutely right pretty boy, well since we’re ready, how about we get started? Go on the bed kitty, on all fours, show everyone your cute little tail.” You quickly followed his orders and jumped onto the bed, presenting yourself on all fours and showing everyone your bottomless panties while you wiggled your ass.
It was easy for the three of you to get into your roles since they reflected the roles you three had in your day to day life and sex life that wasn’t recorded by a camera. You easily fell into a submissive role, letting your men take care of you and pleasure you in ways unimaginable. Suguru was always a switch at heart and Kento was the perfect dom for both of you, knowing how to balance being stern and care for you both.
Kento leaned forward to read the comments that were popping up on the screen and chuckled. “Oh thank you, @/dilfguro, for the generous tip and don’t you worry, we’ll get straight to pleasing our little kitty.” He made his way over to you and Suguru followed closely behind, shedding his shirt and dropping his pants down so he was only clad in his boxers. “Go in front of her face pretty boy, it’s my week to fuck her.”
Suguru pouted, even though he knew that it would be Kento’s turn to fuck you on cam. “But I wanna fuck her sir, feels so good.” Kento sighed and grabbed a handful of Suguru’s hair pulling on the soft locks roughly and bringing Suguru’s face close to his own.
“You had your turn all last week brat, now be a good boy and listen to me, got it? I won’t tell you twice or you’ll get edged for a week.” He let go and Suguru immediately walked over to sit in front of you and you quickly moved to pull his boxers down while Kento set up the vibrator against your clit and put it on low. He turned to look at the monitor and saw another large donation on the screen, “ah you’re absolutely right and thank you for another generous tip @/sixeyestoru. She does look better with a cock in her mouth and one buried in her pussy. So I’m assuming that means no prep for her. Sorry kitty, you can take my cock without any prep right?” While it sounded like he was asking for permission you knew his tone from anywhere, you were going to take him without prep regardless.
“Yes sir, please fuck your kitty.” You looked back at him with big eyes and wiggled your ass which made him heighten the vibrations. “Good kitty, now you know what to do for the camera.”
Your legs buckled from the heightened vibrations and you turned to look at the webcam, “thank you and please make sure to tip if you want to see something done.” You flashed a pretty smile at the camera and Suguru reached over to pull on your collar and make you focus on him.
“Now you know what to do now right? If you want sir’s cock inside you, you have to start sucking mine” he pulled you over to his cock until it was right in front of your face. “And if you want to cum then you have to make me cum first, so do your best my pretty little kitty.”
You gave kitten licks to the tip of his cock and nodded at his words. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum daddy.” Kento undressed himself behind you and you took Suguru’s cock in your mouth, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks the way he liked. Once you got to work Kento pulled his cock out, spit on his hand and lined his cock with your entrance. When you started to push back against him he gripped your hips and slammed his cock inside you, making your jaw drop and you let out a choked out moan. Suguru took advantage of your open mouth and lifted his hands to your head and started thrusting up into your mouth.
“Oh shit kitty, such the perfect fucking mouth.” He threw his head back against the headboard and continued thrusting into your mouth while Kento thrusted into you hard and fast.
Your head was growing completely fuzzy with pleasure, you loved the way Suguru fucked your throat while Kento used your pussy like a fleshlight and the buzzing against your clit was an added bonus. Your gags and moans created a harmony with their groans and the squelches of your cunt each time Kento thrusted into you.
“Oh fuck, keep fucking her face like that pretty boy, her little kittycunt is getting so fucking tight.” He raised his hand from your hip and cracked his hand against your ass multiple times while raising the vibrations on the vibrator until it was at the max. Tears of pleasure streamed down your face and moans kept leaving you each time Suguru thrusted out of your mouth. Kento lifted his head to look at you and Suguru and chuckled at the sight, both of you completely fucked out after such a short period of time. He continued thrusting into you and leaned forward, using the hand that was spanking you to hook around the back of Suguru’s neck and pull him close so he could kiss him. His tongue explored Suguru’s mouth and Suguru’s cock twitched as it got buried in the back of your throat.
Multiple pings went off as the tips began flooding in but they just became background noise to you all. All you three were focused on was each other’s pleasure. Suguru broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Kento’s, pants and moans leaving his lips. “Gonna cum sir, I’m gonna cum.” Kento smirked and pressed his lips against Suguru’s once more and he pulled back slightly, “cum for me pretty boy.”
Kento let Suguru go and he began thrusting into you at the same pace Suguru thrusted into your mouth. After a few thrusts Suguru’s hips stuttered and he began to coat your throat in his cum. “Cumming! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” He held you down on his cock until he finished then pulled you off and gripped your collar so he could lift your head and kiss you. You moaned and whimpered against his lips and Kento turned back to look at the webcam.
“Oh would you look at that, our highest tipper has a request. @/moneymei said ‘now that the pretty boy came, now it’s time to make the prettiest kitty cum, make sure she cries nice and loud.’ Wow you hear that, looks like our pretty kitty has an admirer, ready to cum kitty?” He pulled on your leash and yanked you back until your back was pressed against his chest. “What do you say kitty? Wanna cum? Wanna make our highest tipper happy?”
You were a complete mess at this point, the knot in your stomach was as tight as it could be and it was just begging to snap. “Please let me cum sir! Please let me cum! I wanna make everyone happy please!” He loosened his grip on your leash so you could drop onto your hands and began thrusting into you again. “Go cum kitty, you earned it.” At his command you moaned out loudly and Suguru leaned in to pepper kisses along your cheek and jaw and his hands tugged and teased your nipples to help you ride out your orgasm. Kento’s orgasm followed shortly after yours, he only thrusted a few more times and filled you to the brim with cum. He bent down and peppered kisses along your spine and once he filled you up the three of you were panting.
You all took a few seconds to collect yourselves and Kento pulled out of you so you could rest fully against the bed, giving the webcam a fucked out smile. Suguru shifted a bit to let you rest your head on his this and spoke. “Well, that’s all for tonight everyone. Thank you for the tips and for joining and we also have some fun news! Wanna tell ‘em kitty?”
You nodded and lifted your head a bit, “my birthday is this weekend and to celebrate we’re hosting a special stream and well you all can send us what you want us to do! I was thinking about having daddy and sir fill both my asshole and kittycunt at the same time! I’ve always wanted to try it on cam! Let us know what you want to see and see you then!” You all waved at the camera and Kento got up to shut off the stream and then dropped on the bed.
“Fuck that was so much fun. Let’s rest a bit and then we’ll take a nice hot bath with lots of bubbles and then we can order in. How does sushi sound?”
You and Suguru nodded and Kento got up to kiss you both softly. “I love you two so much, you’ve changed my life for the better.”
“We love you too, Kento.” Suguru smiled at him and nodded, “we love you a lot.”
Kento Nanami used to be a boring man who lived a boring life, then two special people showed up and made him look forward to whatever future he had as long as you two were in it.
: pussyeating, overstimulation, male masturbation, praising, multiple orgasms, pussywhipped/pussydrunk men
/: omgg imagine like a really shy reader who’s insecure about oral sex because she’s had bfs who were reluctant or shitty in the past and just refused to give oral
includes:DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors + under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // f! reader, yandere! sukuna, sloppy makeout, dacryphilia, lots of saliva,biting, hickies, blood, fear kink, mind breaking, extreme sadism, slapping, corruption kink, name-calling, multiple orgasms, oral (f! receiving), heavy fingering, no aftercare
themes:breaking + entering | confessions | the chase | mind-breaking
prompt:This is for the anilysium server’s collab! The theme is confessions and the prompt I got —“that was nothing but a silly childhood promise.” Thank you CATH for hosting/organizing this collab and being so, so welcoming!
summary: Yuuji carries a burden, a burden who listens in on his thoughts. Thoughts of you. So many thoughts, so constant that now that burden’s own interest has peaked. Now that burden watches you when you’re with Yuuji too. And now that burden has a confession to make.
The sound of your key twisting in your door lock is heard over the chatter you make with your neighbors, an older couple on their way out for date night.
“Have fun!” you say, voice echoing into your apartment as you get through the door. You kick it closed behind you, setting down belongings, taking off your coat and shoes, a soft smile on your face as you make your way to your bedroom.
The warm lighting from the lamp you thought you’d turned off shines through the slit in the doorway, illuminating your face as you enter. You freeze, your bare foot stepping back at the sight of a man with a pink head of hair seated on the window sill.
His head is down, shoulders rounded, hands clinging to the edge of the sill at his sides.
