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kenntolog · 2 days

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˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ jjk nsfw visuals !!

𝝑𝝔 an: none of the videos belong to me!! cr to the owners, i just found em on twt. masterlist <3

cool boyfriend sukuna letting fucking his loser girlfriend when she fails to ride him properly…

“‘kuna!” you squeal when he sits you down on his cock, guiding it in quickly after he spent an hour preparing you for his size. you grip his shoulders, expression so lewd and pretty that sukuna instantly deletes any memory of himself watching porn because nothing compares to the real thing, and nothing compares to your expressiveness. brows pinched upwards, eyes all teary and glistening, pink lips bitten to abnormal redness, body hot like a heater — sukuna feels like he’s gonna cum just from the sight of your face. and you being so noisy doesn’t help; you are still a little clumsy when trying to find your rhythm so sukuna just holds you close and thrusts up into you, barely holding back to not hurt from how much he wants to pound you.

gojo’s favourite thing to do when he comes over is to sit you down in front of your full length mirror and take his destined place behind you to tease the hell out of you…

“you look so pretty, sweetheart,” satoru whispers in your ear as he moves his fingers faster on your clit, his free hand fondling your tits and trying to stop you from moving so much. but every jerk of his wrist sends shocks down your spine so it’s impossible for you to not writhe under his touch, whining like a dog in heat as you try to thrust your hips to meet his movements. satoru bites on your ear with a smooth chuckle, his tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe on your cheek as he watches you through the mirror with a fiery gaze, his own hips rolling into your back shamelessly.“the prettiest girl in the whole universe and you’re all mine.”

even after cumming nanami can’t stop thrusting into you, too mesmerised with the way your body reacts to him and his touches…

after you cum, you beam at him and mutter a dreamy “thank you, ‘nami~” like he’s just given you the whole world, and nanami can’t help his own soft smile, looking down at you with fondness in his eyes. he adjust his hips smoothly and starts thrusting once again, chuckling at the quiet little ‘oh!’ you let out from surprise. his hips move at a certain speed as to not overwhelm you and make you feel the best when you cum again while his cum gushes out of you slowly. nanami leans down to trail kisses up your jaw and lock his lips and with yours, swallowing every one of your breathy moans. “want to make you cum again, my darling,” he whispers into your mouth, voice husky with honey undertones. “want to feel good with you.”

choso finds himself noticing that his favourite place to be whenever you’re around his either on you or with his head between your legs…

“choso!” you moan sweetly, threading your fingers further through his ruined hair as your breathing quickens with every stroke of his tongue. he smiles against your cunt and then wraps his lips around your clit, sucking a couple of times just to feel you tug on his hair a little harder and scream a bit louder. your moans get whinier and longer as you cup his face so he doesn’t stop, but you don’t know that only death can part him from sucking on such a sweet pussy. choso feels you tremble under his arms, feels you trying to keep your thighs from closing around his head, but that’s literally what he wants, what he craves. so he slithers his arms around your thighs and buries his face further, locking your legs over his head. you hump his face to ride out your orgasm and choso feels like he’s in heaven, the bed suddenly feeling a little too good and air leaving his lungs from how tight you keep him close. he cums with a strangled moan and keeps his mouth on your cunt, lazily circling his tongue around until you tell him to stop.

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ghouljams · 2 days

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Piercer!König who is sure he must have the wrong name when you stand up from the waiting room couch in your pretty dress. All white with little pink flowers, it barely scrapes mid thigh, innocent and yet... he can see the little pebble of piercings under the top. The thin fabric doing nothing to hide the piercings bracketing your nipples, and the fact that you aren't wearing a bra. Naughty little thing. You must want him to see them. He checks the sheet on his clipboard again, his eyes flitting over the words "vertical clitoral hood piercing." You smile up at him with every sweetness, and König feels as if his stare may bore straight through you. Predatory to anyone who knew better.

He ushers you back to his room and gets started setting up his piercing tray as you settle on the padded table. He glances over his shoulder at you, and you fix him with another smile. "You can undress." He tells you, looking back at his work. There's a very brief sound of shuffling before it stops, and the table creaks. König looks back at you again and finds you fully clothed still, your underwear neatly folded beside you. That won't do at all. "Dress too," he nods. Your uncertainty writes itself over your face, and he feigns ignorance, compassion. "I'd like to check your other piercings as well, see if you need to change the jewelry."

"Oh," your lips part around the sound, König wonders what they'd look like wrapped around his cock, "Alright then." You reach behind you to untie the thin straps behind your back that hold the dress together and tug the fabric up over your head. König feels his breath catch, held tighter with each inch of skin you reveal. If he'd hoped for more piercings littering your body he's sorely mistaken. Your nipples are pierced, he'd already seen those, but past that... You're practically a virgin. No other piercings he can see. He can't wait to get his hands on you.

"Lay back on the table," he voice feels rough, his eyes following the movement of your legs as you slip them onto the table. He snaps the black nitrile gloves onto his hands as he steps closer, runs them over your legs as you part them. You're so easy for him, so willing to spread your legs at the slightest touch. And such a pretty pussy. König runs his thumb up your slit, spreads your folds with his fingers and pinches your clit.

"Why do you want this piercing?" König asks, watching you giggle as he rubs over your clit.

"Sort of a joke, helping guys find it, y'know?" Your voice is so sweet. He wonders how many men have failed you, if any at all have. His thick finger slips over your entrance and he mumbles a soft apology when you gasp.

"I've never had any trouble," he mutters.

"I mean, I hope so, since that's what you're piercing." You joke. König hums, rolls his thumb over your clit to watch you shiver. Proof positive he supposes. "What-" he shushes you, rubbing your clit until you try to close your legs, then König is wrenching them open. He coos down at you, raising to hold your shoulder with his free hand, keeping you pinned to the table as you squirm.

"Need to get it hard for piercing," he smiles behind his mask watching you nod. What a stupid thing you are, still spreading your legs for him. König circles his fingers over your clit, watching you squirm and buck into his hand. He tugs his mask down when it's clear you're not going to try and get off the table, leaning to latch his lips around your nipple as he pushes one thick finger into your pretty cunt. He'll just make you come once or twice, then he'll get you pierced. Just once or twice.

Maybe three times if he's still feeling mean.

And once on his cock, just because you won't be fucking anyone for a few weeks with your new piercing...

#cod x reader #x reader #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #konig cod #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig smut #piercer!könig #im just thinking about it...#f!reader #tw dubcon #tw noncon #just conna come my bases #König is a creep

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erwinsvow · 22 hours

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would rafe ever let reader wear his rings? idk that’s just so hot and i feel like rafe would be the type 😭

godd pussy started doing jumping jacks!! your brain>>

curled up next to rafe, still sweaty and sticky all over but not even close to tired, you trace patterns on his skin with your fingers. it's quiet in tannyhill except for the two of you breathing.

you thought rafe must be deep in thought the way he's gone so quiet, but when you look up from your position to see what he's doing or if, unsurprisingly, he's fallen asleep, you catch him staring right at you.

flustered, face warm, you press back against his chest, blinking fast. your fingers continue their path, now on his forearm, drawing little hearts and hoping he doesn't realize. you go further, all the way to his hand, and though you've been in this position a million times, do this or something similar almost every night, it feels different for some reason.

you run your fingers down the back of his land, looping around his fingers. they catch around his rings, and you move your own hand away when rafe stops you, grabbing your hand and keeping it in place.

"sorry," you let out quietly, wondering if he decided he didn't like the feeling. though you're still held in place against his body, you don't need to see him in order to know he's staring down at you, the way he always does, with the look that makes your heart thud so fast you can hear it in your ears.

"stop apologizin'," he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. he keeps your hand next to his, and you can't help yourself, pressing your palm flat against his.

"your hands are big," you comment, liking the way the two of you are touching everywhere right now—legs entangled and palms together. he doesn't say anything, doesn't have to. rafe moves your hand, holding it next to his, using his other to slip his rings off.

without any words at all, he slips one of them, his golden signet, onto your ring finger. helplessly big, it falls down to the knuckle. if you move an inch, it would fall off. the other ring falls onto your index finger. you extend your hand, admiring how they look on you.

"too big, rafe," you say it with a laugh, not able to hold it back any longer.

"shit. lemme see." rafe takes your hand, holding it a little out and then closer. "jus' a little bit. looks good on you though."

"all your stuff looks good on me," you breathe out, suddenly feeling like there's no air left in your lungs. rafe just slipped his own ring onto your ring finger, your left ring finger. words and thoughts leave you, focused on nothing but rafe.

"that's right. don't worry, kid, i'll get you one that fits soon enough."

your heart beats even faster, realizing what he means. you smile up at him.

"i don't want a new one. i just want yours."

the next morning, there's a pretty chain and his golden ring waiting for you on the nightstand. both of you know that once you put it on, it's never coming off.

#eee i need him so bad #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #feels like shy reader but could be any of them

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jeonginsleftcheek · 2 days

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First kiss with Stray Kids

genre: fluff, suggestive

description: you and skz member went out on a few dates and it's time to share your first kiss. what's it like to kiss skz members for the first time?

a/n: gn!reader, okay i'm supposed to be asleep but i got this idea, enjoy?🤍

Chan:

Oh, Chan probably plans the kiss the night before your date. He'll lay in bed and flip through different scenarios of you two kissing. He keeps overthinking and he can't sleep(what's new tho?). He probably ends up imagining you two married with kids and starts giggling n shit. When you actually meet up, he's freaking nervous the whole time. You notice and if you ask him what's wrong he'll probably come up with an excuse cause he wants to wait till the end of the date for the kiss. Will ask you 'can i kiss you?' when that time comes and get shy when you say yes but there's no backing out now. Will kiss you gently like you're some sort of delicate flower and absolutely freak the f out on the inside because hello??? You're kissing??? That first kiss will be sweet and innocent, but get ready for the second one cause now that he broke the ice, it's gonna get heated.

Lee Know:

He wants to kiss you so badly every time you're together, but for some reason he just gets so nervous about it so he can't initiate it. When you're out on a date he will look at your lips the whole time while you talk and lick his lips unconsciously. You notice ofcourse, and since he loves teasing you, you're happy you finally have a chance to tease him a little. He catches himself staring at your lips and looks up at your eyes, his ears are red and he chuckles nervously. You say 'you wanna kiss me or something?' and he's mortified but he wont show that, he'll just say 'so what if i do?'. That's cue for you to smirk and lean in, then stop right before you actually touch just to see him panic once more because he's adorable when he's flustered, okay? He'll close the gap then and you'll get a sweet kiss, full of warmness and smiles.

Changbin:

Hypes himself up, actually thinks he'll initiate the kiss but when you look at him like that he gets all shy and melts and you have to lean in first. He'll lean in too then, with his cute half smirk, eyes trained on your lips. He's kinda stiff at first (because he's panicking and can't believe you're actually kissing him) but will relax after some time and put his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place so he can keep kissing you. Gets bolder as you reciprocate and slips a little tongue in. Gets shy again when you part and make eye contact. (He's giggling and kicking his feet fr). Will ask for kisses every second of the day from that moment on and if you deny him, he'll get all sulky and dramatic. (How dare you?)

Hyunjin:

I think he'd also be shy about it but he would muster up enough courage to lean in first and kiss you. He wants your first kiss to be extra romantic so he takes his time and kisses the corners of your lips, then your upper lip, then your bottom lip before he actually presses those pretty lips into yours. You melt because how are someone's lips that soft?! (Hyunjin thinks the same for you) And trust me he may look calm and collected in that moment but my man is freaking out on the inside. Gets more courageous and slips his tongue in and just massages yours gently at first. Then he tilts your head, his big hands holding your face and he just starts making out with you and boy oh boy it's a lot. By the time you part for air, you both look disheveled and flushed but can you help it? You both got really into it. Now that he tasted you, he wont ever hesitate to kiss you like that for hours.

Jisung:

He will wait for you to initiate it (he will throw not so subtle signs at you tho) and when you do, this man will explore your mouth with his tongue like he needs your air to breathe. Messy, sloppy, teeth clanking, hands roaming around, kisses you until you're literally heaving for a breath. Bite his bottom lip and he'll whimper into your mouth. I know, sounds like a hell of a first kiss but I feel like he just wants to go all in because he's literally infatuated with you. Now that you've kissed for the first time, you're obligated to give him kisses every 2 minutes. Cause like what are you doing if you're not kissing him, right? You don't really need air to breathe, right?

Felix:

I feel like he isn't shy about things like this in real life, especially if he knows you reciprocate his feelings so he'll just go for it. Puts his hand on your cheek and starts with gently pressing his lips with yours before moving them (will probably suck your bottom lip between his). Definitely looks like the type that will push his tongue in just a few moments later, leaving you kinda shocked that he's so bold but that's just Felix, I feel like he has no problem showing you he loves you in any form of physical love language (wink wink). He'll kiss you until your breathless, his tongue moving in all directions (preview for later?). Will probably ask 'was that good?' or 'did you like that?' with a smirk. He knows it was good, he just wants to hear you say it.

Seungmin:

His first kiss would be timid and gentle, he would lean in first but he'd let you lead and set the pace. He would look so calm and collected but he is freaking the hell out on the inside. He can't believe you're kissing him. Will put his arms around your waist or shoulders and hold you closer to his body because he feels so happy that you like him that much. If you throw in a little tongue you'll feel him clench his hands into fists because you'll literally be the death of him, why are you doing that? He reciprocates, still lets you lead (for now). Run your fingers through his hair and touch his neck while you kiss him, he will *burst*. When you part he smiles, the widest smile you've seen on his face (you fall in love again because hello beautiful??) and his ears are red and you want to scream and pinch his cheeks cause he's just too adorable.

Jeongin:

My man hypes himself up, believes he'll be fearless, he'll come in and swoop you off your feet. But when he's actually in front of you, his braveness will fade and be replaced with nervousness. He asks if he can kiss you and you both lean in at the same time resulting in either your head bumping or teeth clashing but it's fine if it's awkward the first time, it only gets better from there. So when you lean in again he kisses you so gently that you genuinely feel like you're in one of those cheesy tv scenes where time stops. Presses a few fast gentle kisses into your lips while smiling and when he leans back his face is as red as a tomato. Get ready for the future though, cause this boy is a fast learner and once he overcomes the shyness you're in for a hell of a treat.

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moonstruckme · 3 days

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have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

lovely weather for a bonfire tonight!! congrats on 5k you beautiful beautiful writer 🫶🏼🫶🏼

can i please get forced proximity with remus 🤭

Thanks for requesting gorgeous!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 874 words

You look up at the sound of movement in the stacks, and you groan when you connect the dots.

“You’re joking.”

Remus lifts his brows as slides into the seat across from you, the scar next to his eye stretching with the movement. “You look surprised to see me.”

“Slughorn told me he’d ‘connect me’ with a tutor.” You roll your eyes, dragging your thumb and forefinger over the feather of your quill so it ruffles. “He didn’t tell me it’d be one of Gryffindor’s golden boys.”

“He might have suspected you wouldn’t accept the help.” You scoff but don’t deny it, and Remus starts taking books out of his bag, one amber eye on you. “I’m a bit surprised you need tutoring, to be honest.”

“I barely do,” you say, hating how petulant the lie sounds as soon as it’s out of your mouth. “I just like to stay on top of things. Don’t want to fall behind.”

He hums, a soft curl to his bottom lip as he sets his books down on the wooden table. “Suppose that’s how you’ve always stayed right on my heels.”

“I’m going to pass you in charms this year,” you reply reflexively. Then heat rises to your face, because you very well might, but Remus will likely pass you in potions. Though the two of you have been nearly neck-and-neck for marks since you got to Hogwarts, you’ve always been better than him in potions, at least until now.

Remus must see the shift in your mood. His posture changes, and you hate the gentleness of his tone when he says, “You probably will. So, what are we working on?”

You huff out a breath. “Um, I’m supposed to be brewing an antidote to this poison Slughorn gave me.”

“Okay, and what’s the problem?”

You glare at him, but Remus only looks at you steadily. “I don’t know what the poison is, much less how to find the antidote. I’ve memorized every poison in our textbook, and it doesn’t seem like any of them.”

“It may not be in the book,” he says, voice lower and far less sharp than yours. “Do you have it with you?”

You dig in your bag, retrieving the small vial of liquid. It’s clear but thick, a sludge that sticks to the edges of the glass when you try to swirl it. Remus takes it from you.

“It’s not about knowing what the poison is so much as what’s in it.” He removes the stopper, sniffing tentatively at the semi-liquid stuff inside. “Once you can figure out some of the key ingredients, you can use other ingredients to nullify those in your antidote.” He holds it out a few inches from your nose. “Smell.”

You lean directly over it and breathe in, and instantly, instinctively, recoil back into your seat. You feel your face scrunch up, throat convulsing in a gag.

“Fuck,” you choke out, “is that how it kills you?”

Remus chuckles, and the sound tickles down your spine like a grazing touch.

“You did that on purpose,” you accuse.

“It wasn’t on purpose, but it was entertaining.”

“Dick.”

He grins. It’s an effort not to return it. “How did it smell?”

“Rank. As if you don’t know.”

Remus’ grin worsens. “I mean what did it smell like, love.”

“Oh.” You ignore the way your heart stutters at the endearment, slipped in at the end of his statement like it’s automatic. “Um, kinda like piss? But mustier.”

“Good.” Your tutor’s voice is coaxing. He leans his elbows on the table, his eyes on yours. “What common ingredient in poisons does that remind you of?”

The realization must show on your face, because Remus’ lips twist upwards before you even speak. “Hemlock,” you breathe.

“There you are,” he says, nearly as quietly. “And what is the easiest ingredient to counteract hemlock with?”

“Bezoar.” You tilt your head back, covering your face with your hands. Remus laughs again, and you hear him stoppering the vial. “I can’t believe I’ve spent all week agonizing over this, and it was that simple. I just need to make a potion with bezoar?”

“And preferably a few other things to counteract the less fatal side effects, but yeah.” You lower your hands and Remus is giving you a knowing look, almost proud, as he passes you back the vial. “See, you managed it.”

“Thank you,” you tell him sincerely.

“I think you’re getting too in your head about needing to memorize everything,” he says, propping his chin on a hand. And he looks nice like this. Boyish, like someone you could honestly enjoy talking to. His hair pushes up above his ear. “You’re a hard worker, but you need to give yourself some credit for your intuition, too. You knew what the poison was once you let yourself think about it, you were just too focused on the facts to get there without help.”

“You shouldn’t be telling me this.” You feel a smile tugging at your lips. “I’m just going to use the knowledge to beat you out in potions and everything else, you know. Being nice to me doesn’t get you a free pass.”

Remus’ eyes crackle with challenge. “Wouldn’t expect any different.”

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pearlfleurs-blog · 3 days

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"don't look away"

pairing: dom!levi ackerman x fem!reader

content: vaginal fingering, semi-rough levi, "dirty-talk" (not really but kind of??? idk), orgasm denial...629wc (short and sweet ᵔᴗᵔ)

Levi loves touching you in front of a mirror. He loves to watch the way your body writhes before him, the way your teeth clamp down on your lip to prevent a moan from spilling forth, the way your legs tremble as you lean onto him for support.

He loves that he can do this to you, that it is only his name that falls from your lips.

"Levi!" you moan, and he quickly grasps your chin, turning it towards the mirror once more as you throw your head back.

"Don't look away," he orders, his tone deep and dangerous. "I want you to see what I see."

Your eyes lock with his in the mirror, and you watch as his hand trails down your body before his fingers slide along your slick folds.

"You're so wet," he says, his voice husky as he rubs his fingers over your clit. "Do you like seeing what I can do to you?"

You whimper as his fingers dip inside of you, spreading you open before withdrawing.

"I asked you a question," he says. "Do you like seeing what I can do to you?"

"Yes," you whisper, watching as his hand slides back down your body, two fingers pushing inside you once again. He pumps them slowly, in and out of you, curling them upwards and causing you to moan.

"So tight," he murmurs. "You're practically sucking my fingers into you." His thumb brushes your clit, making you buck against him. "Such a good girl," he says, his voice soft. "So responsive."

Your head falls forward, your breathing ragged, and Levi quickly reaches up, tangling his hand in your hair and tugging you backwards. "I told you to watch," he says, his eyes flashing with lust.

Your lips part, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you stare at him in the mirror. His fingers pump harder and faster, and you begin to shake.

"Levi," you gasp. "I'm close."

"Not yet," he says, slowing down his movements. "Not until I say so."

His thumb brushes against your clit, making you whimper.

"Please," you beg.

"Soon," he promises, his eyes never leaving yours. "Just hold on for a little bit longer."

Your body trembles, and you clench around his fingers, trying to hold back your release. He watches your reflection intently, his eyes darkening with desire as he pushes his fingers deeper into you.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, his thumb circling your clit. "You're doing so well." Your hips jerk, and you moan, your head falling forward once more as you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Look at me," he orders, his voice firm. "Open your eyes and look at me." You obey, your eyes opening as he continues to pleasure you. His fingers pump faster, his thumb rubbing your clit in quick, circular motions, and you feel your release building.

"Please," you moan. "Please, Levi."

He pulls you close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Come for me."

You cry out, your body trembling as you orgasm, your walls clenching around his fingers.

He holds you tightly as you ride out your release, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace. When you finally stop shaking, he slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them up to his lips and licking them clean.

"Delicious," he says, his voice husky. "You always taste so good." He releases his hold on your hair, allowing you to slump forwards onto the bed. Your breaths are coming in short gasps, your body still trembling slightly as you try to regain your composure.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice soft.

"Good," you reply, your voice hoarse. "Really good."

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pushing himself up from the bed.

#levi ackerman x you #levi smut #snk #ao3 #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman fanfiction #aot levi #angelwrites #aot #levi aot #aot x reader #aot smut #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi x you

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toorurs · 21 hours

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505 - aventurine

synopsis: the water that soaks his skin, are those the tears of his goddess, the rain - her gift for his birthday or yours that stain his pale skin? his touch is cold as he attempts to wipe away your tears but isn’t he the reason why you’re crying in the first place?

pairing: aventurine x reader (gn) | wordcount: 1.2k | content & warnings: established relationship, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, reader cries, aventurine cries, mentions of alcohol, tba if i find more, proofreading is yeah no; ficlet

a/n: literally had to rush-write this cause i thought i was so genius for writing this. hopefully no one wrote this before me.

“tada! happy birthday ‘rine!”

colorful party garlands are adorning his walls, connected from one corner to another. in your hands you hold a small cake, grip careful so it doesn’t slip out of your grasp. on its surface there was an almost molten wax candle, glowing as it lit up his dark living room, the only other source of light was the tall floor lamp in the back that stood next to the in dust covered piano.

once you’ve asked him if he could play you a small piece which he reluctantly agreed on - it’s been a while since his fingers flew across the tiles. they move on their own, freely like birds who seek a place where they can belong to, a place on the piano where the pads of his fingers press down on and touch to play a sound. (his hand should belong with you not somewhere on the instrument.) amidst his play you hummed the melody along, it soothed him, your voice was gently chiming in his ears.

now your voice is ringing in his ears again, your birthday wishes go in one ear and out of the other, aventurine tries to listen but his attempts are futile. he can’t listen, no matter how much he tries. it’s the rain's fault, aventurine wants to complain. it platters against the windowpane, kissing the glass as the droplets of water pour down.

the once orange lit flame on the candle went out, it vanished just like your smile. “kakavasha, are you alright?” you gingerly set down his birthday cake on the coffee table and quickly readjust the chique white table cloth before directing your gaze back at him, a worrisome shadow gleams over your eyes as you shoot him a caring look, pursing your lips as you slightly bite down on your lower lip - a habit of yours you do when you’re anxious. he made you nervous.

a proper response doesn’t fall from his lips, instead he utters a small “i’m.. i just need some time to process this.” as he gives you an awkward smile and tries to maintain eye contact. pupils full of concern look back at him and aventurine isn’t sure if he can handle it any longer.

someone actually cares about him, you set up and prepared all of this on your own for his sake, somebody actually knows him and remembers his birthday. so why - why isn’t there a single ounce of ecstasy in his body?

how come he always spoils a surprise?

the freshly polished floor squeaks as he takes a step behind him, backing towards the door of his apartment. “i’m sorry.” he mutters, voice crumbling as he voices his apology as he scoots away once more. “i just need some time on my own right now.” he tries to give you a reassuring smile, one that says “don’t worry!” but he fails - he always does. after all he’s a loser; he was a loser - he’ll always be a loser, no matter what.

his back faces you now as he rushes out of his stuffy apartment out into the front yard, a faint “aventurine!” can be heard as you rush after him, not bothering to close the door and lock it as you immediately rush after him, your footsteps can be heard in the entire building, echoing throughout the shallow hallways.

you catch up to him, out of breath as you pant heavily. irritation clearly showing in your eyes, he doesn’t blame you, after all who runs aways after their partner prepared a whole birthday for them - only fools would; only he would.

“rine.” you breathe out, inching towards him and stepping closer. your voice sounds desperate, it longs for an answer. aventurine is quick to react, covering your eyes with the palm of his hand. “don’t look at me.” he whispers, his plea getting lost in the rain. “please.” his voice quivers in vain.

no one’s allowed to see him like this, not with tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes. he’s weak when it comes to you - he’s always been.

swiftly you push his hand away from your eyes, making him take his hands off your eyes too soon. your vision was no longer blocked by him but by the tears that were starting to form in your eyes, welling up and almost spilling. “do you not like it?” you hiccup, eyes glimmering in perplexity as kaleidoscopic tears slide down your rain wetted cheeks.

it was never my intention to make you cry, he tries to apologize as he rubs circles along your cheeks and eyelids while he tries to wipe your tears away but he can’t. he’s not sure if its the rain preventing him from doing so, his gift or rather his curse that fell down on the day he was born, hinder him from making you stop tearing up or if it’s because of you. your tears fall like raindrops, droplets of water that his goddess once shedded as she gifted him with his blessing, his first ever gift: his luck.

he can only crumble as you cry, pulling you into a tight embrace, stuffing your face into his rain drenched shirt. “no, no, don’t cry.. please don’t cry.” his voice breaks, it shatters upon hearing your cries. “i liked it, i loved it, really, please believe me.” he coughs, it feels like he can’t breathe, the air is suffocating.

“then why, why did you run away?” you ask as you stare up at him, eyes full of desperation, a look that yearns for an answer. “i.. i was overwhelmed.” he mutters. “this is the first time in forever that i've celebrated my birthday.” in the company of someone else, he wants to add but he doesn’t.

aventurine can’t remember the last time he’s actually celebrated his birthday, perhaps it was after he got into the IPC and tried to make use of the money, thinking that he could somehow forget his worries by buying himself a cake and inviting some coworkers only to end up alone in the corner with a glass of alcohol. (he had to force himself to down that thing, he doesn’t like the taste of alcohol, it's bitter and burns on his tongue. it doesn’t do any good besides making him miserable)

you bring your hands up around his neck, your left hand slightly gripping it as your right one traces over his tattoo, he adores you even when you latch your fingers tightly around his neck, he always does.

the way your fingers move over his tattoo is sensual, the motion’s soft as you rub the pads of your fingers over his neck. “let’s go back in ‘rine.” you whisper as you lean into his neck, your breath fans against the skin and it makes him shudder beneath you as your lips ghost over the spot before launching in and kissing it, warm lips meeting his cold skin.

he gulps down the lump inside his throat before agreeing “yeah lets.” he hums as he follows behind you.

may 5th, 505, the date is circled in a big right red in your calendar, coincidentally it’s the same number as the one from his apartment.

he goes back to 505, back to his apartment - back to you as you lay on your side in his warm bed sheets, hands fiddling with the duvet as you later on place them on your thighs and look at him with a smile.

and once again tags to my beloved @azullumi HII i hope youre sleeping well rn, ik you have to be up soon for school but i hope that you got enough rest!! i've just wanted to thank you for the fist time when we've talked, i immediately clicked and got along with you very well to the point where i've already vented and ranted to you even though we knew each other for a week or so? i've grown very comfortable around you in such a short time because i felt like i could trust you, you're really like a person whom i inspire to be and oh also remember that one time when i told you about how i was insecure about my writing and stuff i literally like literally cried as i texted you all that stuff and you responded so understanding to me and comforted me so well. it really soothed my worries. azul you're so incredibly dear to, i love you a lot. i think about you a lot like when seeing a stone HAHAH or a chair... and i'm always longing to talk to you. you're so fun to be around. love you a lot <3

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xiao-come-home · 20 hours

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PLEASE PLEASE PPLLLEEEAAAASE GIVE ME HEADCANONS OF BOOTHILL WITH AN INSECURE CHUBBY S/O. I KNOW THIS MAN WOULD SHOW EXTRA LOVE AND KILL ANYONE WHO MAKES FUN OF HIS BELOVED

Oh wow hehe twirls hair did you just call me out in this ask because its so me 🧐 some are a little sugg/estive but yea, you ask and I shall deliver 🙏

Boothill does not care that you're chubby at all - quite the opposite, he loves it! He genuinely thinks you look gorgeous, but most importantly, he's obsessed with hugging you and how soft you are! It gives him the fuzzy memories and reminds him how much he misses his old body.

Boothill does not tolerate yours or - aeons forbid - anyone else's bad comments about your body. Sure, he might laugh at some jokes you make, but once you take it too far, he gently reminds you that you're just as human as anybody else and should respect yourself! He won't judge you either, I mean - you're dating a cyborg, so if you love him for who he is in and out, he'll do the same.

Boothill might be a little too happy to touch your love handles at any occasion he gets. He's a little bit of a chubby chaser (like Itto, but it ain't about him) in the best way possible, he really likes to just... Grab stuff. Especially if it's about you.

Boothill might not be that good with words, but will always reassure you that he truly just loves you, regardless of how you think about yourself. Boothill will scoop you in his arms, kiss your cheek gently and wipe your tears if you truly feel down about your looks that day.

"Listen up, sweet pea," Boothill smiles at you softly, "all I can see is absolute perfection. Ya might not feel the same and it's fine - but I promise ya, pretty thing, I'll never get tired of seein' these beautiful curves."

He's definitely willing to prove his words with actions, though..

Try prying away Boothill from your thighs when he gets to them, I dare you. God, he loves, fuck, LOVES everything about your thick thighs. Having them as pillow, having his face squished between them... He jokes it's his only place to die the second time (💀). He just might go insane if you wear shorts that emphasize your revealed thighs.

He might just be laying between your thighs when he recharges. There's no reason to it, he's enveloped by two warm pillows and he's on cloud nine. Deal with it.

You may not notice, but Boothill sometimes just drools over you. If you're chubbier in the butt - he fights himself internally not to pull you from behind by your shorts against him and shamelessly grope you. Chubbier tits? He's almost barking when they spill from your bra. Chubbier stomach? God, the way some of your clothes stick to it, it makes his head dizzy. A little bit of everything? Good, he wants it all. Just sit on his face and stop talking.

Boothill might short-circuit when you sit on his lap for the first time because any aeons out there, this is heaven. Literally just marry him on the spot please. He isn't letting you go once you sit down. He's literally the "let's fucking go" meme afterwards.

You just have to slap away Boothill's hands in public from time to time because this man's hands slowly progress from just holding your waist, then firmly holding your hips, and traveling to finally hold your ass.

Though, when someone dares to speak something that makes you doubt yourself even more, let alone make you cry - things are going to get violent. Boothill won't let it slide, and on top of that, he's fucking pissed off. Boothill will hunt them in every lifetime.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #boothill #boothill hsr #boothill x reader #chubby reader #.thirst

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postmortemnivis · 23 hours

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could be read as a part two of this post

“when i met you,” price started, “you were a mess of a man.”

simon grunted in response, his arms crossed over his chest almost as if he wanted to protect, shield himself from price’s words. each cut deeper than knives, aiming straight for the strong walls he’d built around his heart, the ones that only you had been able to tear down.

a mess of a man. he knew it, he didn’t need to hear about it too.

“at first, i honestly didn’t think you were going to ever become someone.” the older man admitted.

johnny’s laughter could be heard from the living room, where he and kyle were chatting about god knows what, probably the last poor girl johnny shagged in a bathroom stall at a pub the previous night.

“you didn’t?”

price shook his head. “as i said, a mess of a man, simon.”

a mess of a man. simon knew himself, he knew he was no saint, no good: he was a murdered, the angel of death that could be seen in the middle of the field, his dark glow foretelling the end of anyone who found himself in the middle of his bloody path. his hands were stained with the blood of many, the same hands he refused to touch you with; the only thing that kept him sane was knowing he wasn’t ghost, ghost’s crimes were shielded from simon by his black gloves and balaclava.

simon looked at price as his hand rested on his shoulder. he remembered what it felt to be neglected by his own father, and price knew it. price always seemed to know everything about his boys, he could see right through him. what simon needed was guidance, and price would’ve given it to him.

“nothing to be ashamed of,” he continued, “most of you boys are, you seek for something more. think of johnny, he enlisted when he was sixteen. you enlisted the day of your eighteenth birthday. we all know that if you’re a responsible man you don’t run to the army. we’re all crazy, messed up men.”

price also knew they were reckless, a suicidal loyalty bound to him. after all, their job attracted the beasts, the outcasts, the sadists, the worst of society.

simon rolled his eyes when price referred to them as boys. the man was less than ten years younger than simon, but he still felt the paternal pressure and instinct to protect the boys. his boys.

“wha’ made you change your mind?”

price motioned simon to move further into the kitchen, away from the people that were invited to his house.

“her.”

your voice echoed as you walked out of the bathroom, letting johnny finally hold his little niece. gary was walking behind you with the brightest smile on his face. gaz made a comment about how the three weeks old baby looked just like you, with simon’s dark eyes and pale blonde hair. if only he knew you helped simon dye it every month and a half, him sat on the edge of the bathtub and you standing between his thighs, his hands firm on your waist as he—for once—looked up at you instead the other way round.

you agreed with a chuckle, looking around for simon.

“look a’ the lassie, she’s already an uncles gal!” johnny’s laughter filled the flat. from the corner of his eyes, simon could see the person he’d grown to call his brother hold his newborn daughter.

“her?” he looked at you, the softest and most subtle smile crawling on his scarred face. simon struggled to hold back his smirk.

price nodded. “i remember we all could tell that you met someone. you’d become less… rigid. you’d smile more, were more clement with the recruits.”

“she changed me.” simon shrugged, attempting to hide the smile that would try to crawl on his face anytime he’d think about you. even after years, between a marriage and now a child, his eyes would light up at your thought alone. that’s the impact, the effect you had on him.

“that’s good, simon.” price spoke. “we’re all happy you’re doing better. we remember how you used to-”

“okay, got the message.” simon interrupted him. “loud an’ clear, john.”

his life before you seemed so distant and he almost couldn’t remember of a time where you weren’t by his side yet. like a far away dream, closer to a nightmare than a dream, but still something that didn’t look like the life he was living now. he didn’t need to remember a bit of it, what was the use? he had you now, everything before the day you met didn’t matter anymore, it didn’t exist anymore.

price sighed, looking to the ceiling as he tried to find something in his pocket. “coming outside for a smoke?”

simon shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. “nah, capt. quit a while ago.”

it’d been months since you’d showed him the pregnancy test that shook his whole world. he’d fallen to his knees in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by worried recruits, johnny immediately sprinting close enough to check whether his lieutenant was okay but far enough to give you two privacy.

“promise me ‘m not dreamin’.” he murmured, pulling you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, hiding his face in your chest.

you brushed his short blond hair back, biting your lip as you smiled. you could feel your eyes tingling, tears threatening to spill at any given minute. “you’re not, si. we’re gonna be parents.”

you chuckled, leaning down to kiss his head and felt your white work shirt getting wet by his tears. you looked around at the faces of the confused recruits, and you smiled, because you knew you were the only person who’d ever truly know how the scary lieutenant, the ghost, really was.

“we are.” he whispered before kissing your still flat stomach, getting back up and giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “thank you.”

in the nine months he’d been taking care of you like a person on their deathbed—really not necessary, si, i can still do the dishes by myself—he’d stopped smoking, and treated himself to just one beer every first sunday of the month.

he had worked on himself, hard.

for you and for your daughter. he wanted to be a better person, a good man. he wanted to be nothing like his father, that having haunted and scared him for so long and being the main reason he always tried to postpone having children, what truly held him back,, but he tried to be a better man.

that was what distinguished him from his father, he tried to be better.

leaving the military was sure next, after fixing the downstairs bathroom faucet and oil the doorknob of the closet. he wondered how the boys would take it, but in the end he didn’t really care, he knew they’d understand.

“quit.” price repeated, eyebrows raised as he put his lighter back in pocket. he wasn’t a social smoker, but knew better than to smoke near a baby, even if he would’ve excused himself to the balcony.

simon smiled as he heard you scold johnny for throwing the little girl in the air. “what if you drop her?”

“ah wid never, lass.” he reassured you, laughing at the slap he got on his scruff.

“you’re a good man, simon.” prices hand found its way on simon’s shoulder again. “you went through a lot, but you’re still fighting for a good cause, you didn’t let it change you. that’s what makes you a good man.”

simon was about to deny, say he wasn’t, he was the worst man there was, but then you walked into the kitchen, all smiles.

“hey si.” you smiled. “baby’s hungry.”

simon immediately stretched out his arms to hold the baby, a bottle already in his hands as soon as those words left your plush lips, your lashes batting up at him.

you wrapped your arms around one of his strong biceps and smiled up at him and then at price.

“cute, isn’t she?”

“is indeed.” john nodded, smiling under his thick moustache.

before he decided to leave the kitchen to leave you three some privacy and join the boys in the living room, where johnny had apparently put on a rugby match—“scotland-wales, for fucks sake, lad!”—he shot simon one final knowing glance.

simon returned the look, your eyes too focused on the little girl in her charcoal grey onesies to notice.

“you okay, si?” you whispered, but your husband's eyes were unfocused, staring off into space as price’s words kept replaying in his head like a broken record.

he nodded, kissing your forehead almost instinctively. “yes, love.”

you smiled up at him and then at your daughter, simon’s mind travelling an hundred miles an hour, waiting to crash on itself and get brought back to reality. price’s words echoed in the background of his brain, quieter each second that passed.

a good man.

tagging who asked:

@mr-sol @v1x3n @m4dyy @softangelheart @redzluvvesage @nittoka

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mammonsrockstargf · 1 day

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Can I ask for headcanons where Diavolo, Barbato, Solomon, and Simeon react to their shy gn s/o asking to kiss him on the lips?

Diavolo would give you the world on a platter if you asked.

You're sitting in a chair at the student council office, waiting for him to finish some papers. You watch him intentively, taking in his looks, noticing the way his eyes seem to swirl like gold. His lips look so plush, so kissable-

"Like what you're seeing?" you are interrupted by Diavolos's hearty laughter as he winks at you. Your cheeks immediately flush and you look away, trying to ignore the fact that you just got caught red-handed.

Diavolo walks towards you and holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, smiling down at you. You grip his hand and he immediately interwines your fingers. "Can I..." you begin, but trail off. Diavolo leans closer to you. "Yeah?" he asks. "Can I kiss you?" you ask and Diavolos eyes seem to twinkle as a grin spreads on his face. "I would like nothing more," he says and leans in to press your lips against his, kissing you softly. Diavolo tastes like desserts and power and he can't help but smile once he's got you.

Barbatos is never too busy for you.

"Barbs," you say and watch the demon from where you're sitting on the counter, as he walks back and forth. "Yes, dear?" he says pulling out a pot from the cabinet while getting ready to serve the afternoon tea. "Can we do something tonight? Just the two of us?" you ask softly, while fiddling with your hands, eyes glued to the ground. Barbatos stops in his tracks, turning to look at you. "Of course. I'll make time, Diavolo won't mind," he says, but seems to be talking more to himself than you. You smile nevertheless, looking up, legs swinging from the counter in excitement. "Okay, I'll come over then," you say and Barbatos sends you a small smile, before returning to the tea. "Do you have anything in particular in mind?" he asks and you hum, considering it.

"I don't really care, I just wanna see you," you murmur under your breath. Barbatos smiles and puts the tea on a tray. "I have to go serve this," he says and walks over to you, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to it. "Okay," you say, breathless, eyes trained on his lips. He goes back to the tray, but you grip his hand in return, effectively stopping him.

"Can I get a kiss?" you whisper and he smiles, placing a hand on the counter on either side of you. "Of course you can," he says and his lips are on yours immediately, while a hand finds the back of your neck. Barbatos tastes like Earl Grey and loyalty and for a second it feels like time stops.

Solomon is touch starved but somehow still makes you beg for it.

"Hello, my love" Solomon says and you shriek, clutching your chest as Solomon grins as he throws his arm over your shoulder and walks beside you. A furious blush spreads all the way from your neck to your ears and you bring the back of your hands to your cheeks, huffing with annoyance. "You scared me," you mutter and Solomon pouts at you before it morphs into a grin once again. "You're cute when you're scared, though," he says and you frown.

"Aww, look at you," he says and grips your chin, turning your head towards him. "How can I make it up to you?" he asks and your cheeks heat up more. "A kiss," you whisper and Solomon's smile widens as he leans down and presses his lips to your cheek. He pulls away again and you let out a small noise of complaint. "What, was that not enough?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and you shake your head. He leans down again and gives your other cheek a peck. This time he doesn't pull away again and his lips hover over your own. "Tell me what you want," he sings and you grip his hand, playing with his fingers. "Don't make me say it," you mutter.

You get a peck on the nose this time. "Solomon!" you complain and he chuckles before you grab his face and pull him towards you, lips finally crashing.

His hands are immediately on your hips as you're pressed against the nearest wall. Lips pressed against your own, tongue sliding across your lower lip, he tastes like mints and magic and he's not letting you go for a while.

Simeon, you don't even have to ask.

"Oh well, I should probably go," you say and stand up from where you're sitting in Simeon's room in Purgatory Hall. "Oh, yes, I suppose the brothers will be missing you," Simeon says and glances at the clock. You nod and begin to gather your things. Simeon instantly helps and hands you one of your notebooks. "Thank you for your help, Simeon, I really needed it," you say and Simeon lets out a laugh, shaking his head. "Of course, I'll always help you," he says and guides you out with a hand resting on your lower back. "Do you need me to escort you home?" he asks and you shake your head.

"No thanks, Mammon is coming to pick me up," you say and he nods.

You both stand by the door, hesitating. Your hands feel clammy and your heart beats hard in your chest. "Well, I suppose I'll get going," you say, but stop when you feel Simeon's hand on your cheek. He smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb. "Can I give you a goodbye kiss?" he asks and you nod quickly. Almost too quickly, making your cheeks heat up, but Simeon does not mind at all, a beautiful smile adorning his face and making the corner of his eyes crinkle. "Thank god," he says and gives you a peck on the side of your mouth. It barely lasts a second and you huff in complaint, before leaning in and kissing him again, this time properly. Simeon instantly returns the kiss, hands intertwining with yours. Simeon tastes like honey and love and he thinks you might be the end of him.

a/n: thank you for the request, anon, hope you liked it. <3 not proofread, didn't feel like it, lol.

thank you for reading! you can find my masterlist here.

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uravitypng · 12 hours

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big beefy number one pro hero deku is absolutely smitten with you, his chubby little girlfriend, and yeah you're a little bit of an airhead sometimes but that makes you all the more endearing to him.

prior to meeting you he used to feel embarrassed whenever he'd ramble too long about heroes or quirks. after some time people would drown him out after he started his disjointed babbling, not wanting to listen to him ramble. with you it's different, the first time it happened he went to apologise to you. jirou once told him he should try and apologise if he realised he did it to strangers afterwards- especially now that he's a pro hero.

so he goes to stammer out an apology after realising he spoke to you uninterrupted about all might's golden age for five minutes and you tilt your head and giggle at him. izuku draws in a breath. "why are you apologising deku? i really liked hearing you speak. what about his other ages?"

izuku felt like he was malfunctioning, "what?"

you bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling again. who knew pro hero deku is so cute? "like the silver age and the bronze age? are those all the ages or is there like a platinum age too?" izuku grins, you're so interested in what he has to say he can't help it. "wait was is all might's quirk again? he's like strong right? that's his quirk."

izuku pauses for a second before barking out a laugh. you pout and glare at him feigned annoyance. 'she's so adorable and ditzy. i need to speak to her again.'

you constantly praise him, not just for hero work either, and ever single time it makes his entire face red. it doesn't matter that you've been dating for four years now and izuku's brought an engagement ring, he still gets flustered with all the compliments.

people compliment him all the time, it comes with the job, but when you do it it means so much more. " 'zuku you're so brave!" "i don't understand this at all izuku, can you explain it too me? you're the smartest person i know." "you're so pretty." "your hair is so soft." "you're the best hero ever!"

a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead after being manhandled by your boyfriend into the cowgirl position, he loves holding onto your love handles and moving you up and down on his cock, with each bounce your body jiggles. you'll lay in bed with your face buried in his chest as you trace the scars on his arms with your fingertips lightly, "you're so strong izuku." you turn to face him and your chubby cheeks lift as you smile. "i'm so proud of you." his heart skips a beat. he's never loved anyone more than he loves you.

izuku gets possessive of you, he doesn't like people touching you. you're his. before you he never thought he would be jealous or possessive but then you came into his life and he nearly broke the glass of champagne he was holding when he saw todoroki talk to you. he knows todoroki doesn't like you like that, he's liked yaoyorozu since ua but he was too close to you and izuku hated it. his legs moved before he could think, walking up to you both with a forced smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your soft waist, tightly, and kisses your forehead. you smile sweetly at him and lean into his body. izuku brought you home earlier than you thought he would that night, holding onto your thick thigh with one hand while his other hand is on the steering wheel, driving you both home.

his jealous nature was cemented a week after when he saw kaminari talking to you. not just talking to you- flirting with you. if izuku was holding a glass like he was last time he most certainly would of smashed it in anger. you don't even realise what kaminari is doing and izuku knows you don't.

you listen to him talk intently and nod your head, you smile at him and laugh at his jokes. to some people they would think this would be you flirting back but you're not, you're just trying to be nice. kaminari has decided to talk to you and you want to be kind and listen to what he has to say and izuku has really admired that quality about you but right now he wishes you could pick up on the clear signs that kaminari is giving you.

izuku snaps when he sees kaminari look at your cleavage and glance at your body, his eyes lingering on your plush thighs. his voice is strained as he pulls you away from kaminari making some half-arsed, offhanded excuse as he takes you home immediately.

when he saves a small child and he gives them his award winning grin all he can think about afterwards is you. 'who are our kids going to look like? will they have my freckles? or maybe her hair? if they're half as cute as her they'll be the cutest kids ever.' he's already planning their bedrooms and his eyes drift to the baby clothes section at stores.

your boyfriend has the biggest breeding kink known to man and you get reminded of that as he folds your body into a mating press and groans deeply in your ear, "can't wait to see your soft body get softer puppy, promise i'll look after, you won't have to lift a finger." you loudly whine, grabbing hold of his large arms, every thrust causes a loud slapping sound with how wet you are. "you're gonna look so pretty puppy. i'm going to pump you full, make sure you don't spill any for me, just like the good girl you are."

izuku adores you and you feel exactly the same about him.

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ddejavvu · 2 days

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thinking about giving aotc anakin a handjob and he just fucking CRIES igdhendn

happy may the 4th! send me star wars requests/headcanons and we'll have a party <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

From the second you'd began palming the outline of Anakin's bulge through his thick, rough Jedi-regulation trousers, he'd lost all inhibitions. He'd broken the silence of the supply closet with a plethora of noises he'll never admit to later, and when you'd slipped your hand beneath his briefs he'd become putty in your hands. He mouths desperately, messily at the joining of your shoulder and your neck as he presses himself into your hand.

His cock is stiff and flushed against your palm and your skin is growing slick with the precum that he's steadily oozing. He's terribly worked up, panting and heaving against your skin as he clings to it despite the fact that he'd breathe easier if he wasn't pressed so tightly to you.

You apply a slight pressure to Anakin's cock as you stroke it, squeezing gently to elicit a buck of his hips into your hand. He cries out when you drag your tightened fist down his length, and you feel him twitching beneath your touch.

"Aah- ah, kriff," He stammers, voice trembling, "I- I'm- aah, it feels so- so-sosogood, so good."

Once he begins rutting into your hand he can't stop, and you move your fist in tandem to help him hump into you.

"Good," You croon, using your free hand to lift his face from your shoulder and pressing it against your own, "Ani, baby, are you crying?"

Fat, hot tears, either humiliation, pleasure, or both roll down his cheeks and blend into your own skin as he pants shakily, his lips pressing pleadingly against your own.

"It feels so good," He cries, mouthing desperately at your lips and catching the curve of your chin, leaving saliva there to cool, "So- so much better than my hand."

"Poor Ani," You lament, pressing your thumb into the slit of his cockhead and holding steady while he writhes. Your words echo slightly into his own mouth as he lets out a cry against your face, "You won't ever have to fuck your fist again, baby. You can have mine, have me whenever you want."

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seaweedjelly · 2 days

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What’s the Worst that Could Happen?

Gojo finds out you’ve never cum before and offers offers his services as a long time friend

Tags: Praise, Fingering, Dirty-talk, Fanon slutty Gojo, Smut, NSFW (Wrote at 3 AM grammar errors)

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

“Yeah? You want me to do that for you? You’ll have to pay me, since you, yknow are technically soliciting me.” He glances over at you, plopping down on your bed.

“Satoru.” You sighed. “Please take this seriously.” He had asked to help with your “problem” in the first place and now he was pretending like you were pushing him to do something?? Ridiculous. “Do you not want to help me? I can live it’s not the end of the world if I don’t cum-“

“Come sit on my lap, pretty girl.” He leaned backwards a little from his spot in your bed, spreading his legs for you making the perfect spot for you to sit in between before patting his lap.

“Satoru…” You say hesitantly not moving from your spot.

“If you want me to help you come here, if not just tell me you aren’t up for it and I’ll leave.” He smirked. “No strings attached, no hard feelings.”

At the end of the day, he was an attractive man offering to help you get off, what’s the worst thing that could happen? You’ve known him since middle school, but were way less close now with your adult lives and jobs to take care of. I mean if it got weird you could afford to avoid him, right? He was only in town for a little while after all, probably.

“Come on pretty make your choice.” He clicked his tongue, leaning back further, legs spreading wider.

You shuffle over to his spot on the bed and sit on his lap, with his chest to your back. Sealing your choice of getting fingered by one of your oldest friends.

“Good girl.” He purrs into your ear. “I wouldn’t of been heartbroken if you didn’t want to, but I can’t lie and say I haven’t wanted to see this pretty pussy for years, baby”

“Silver-tongued bastard..” You muttered leaning your face away from his.

“Yeah?” He said smugly and grabbed your chin turning it around to his face. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this silver-tongued bastards fingers in your pussy.”

“W-well then get to it already…” You huff. Pulling away from his grasp on your chin and looking away from him once more.

“Alright alright, don’t mind if I do babe.” He drawled. He began bringing his long fingers gently up your thighs and rubbing circles into them. He then bunched up the skirt you were wearing to get a better view of you.

“Wow, you’ve been holding out on me babe. I can see your pussy perfectly through your panties up here.” He laughed, before cupping your heat.

He ran a finger up your slit, slowly teasing your hole, but never touching your clit. “You’re so wet all f‘me huh?” He says deeply near your ear, before barely grazing against your clit.

“Satoruuu.” You whine. “Please touch me…”

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He inquires, while still rubbing your slit lightly. “I mean, I am touching you right now.”

“My clit Satoru my clit-“ You get cut off with a moan as he finally brings his hand under your underwear to swirl his ring finger around your bud.

“Aww does that feel good?” He says sadistically while he begins to rub your clit faster, using his other hand to tease penetrating you with his fingers. “You want a finger too?”

“Y-yes please Satoru, please.” You groan at the thought.

“Only since you’re so ready to cum for me….” He enters one of his long fingers into your pumping it in and out slowly while he whispers praises into your ear. He begins using the other hand to tease your clit faster while he enters another finger into you. He curls his fingers in you and they hit a spot your fingers could never hit.

“Is it too much? Come on… I want you to cum for me…” He whines, picking up the speed of his fingers in you. “Please baby… be good for me…” He spits from behind you, a warm glob landing on your clit as he begins to rub it faster.

You can’t take anymore your mind has been made dumb by his fingers.

“S-satoru I��m g-gonna…” you try to get out, as your back arches against him.

“That’s it baby… let go…” He says as he kisses your neck slowly. Caressing you.

You cum. Harder than you ever have. And it was from Satoru fucking Gojo. He nibbles on your ear and tells you how good you are as you come down from the white hot pleasure he had just given you.

“You owe me 35$.” He deadpans.

“Get the fuck out.” You get up as begin to push him out the door, with an obvious hard on.

“Come onn~ I was just joking….“ He giggles.

“Yeah, fuck you.”

“Yeah, I know you want to babe.”

“You wish.” You say as you finally push him out the door.

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slytherinsrule89 · 2 days

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Mattheo Headcannons

Just a few headcannons for this pretty boy :)

- He comes off as mean at first but once you get to know him he’s literally so sweet

- Mattheo would in my mind be a bit of a bookworm but never tell anyone about it

- Would never let you pay for anything, and if you did he’d be sending you more money than you spent to make up for it

- “Yes ma’am” kind of guy

- Always touching you. Either holding your hand, thigh, or waist this man always need to being feeling you

- He has a small leather journal for all his doodles during class.

- Knows more about your body language than even you do and will use it to his full advantage

- Hugs from you are one of his favourite things

- Lots and lots of forehead kisses

- I feel like he’d be pretty stubborn in arguments but if he sees you really starting to get upset he’ll drop it and work things out

- Protective>>>

- You basically have your own guard dog

- Refuses to let you smoke. And he would definitely do it less when you are together

- Loves sleeping together, and will always drag you to sleep in his dorm so you guys can cuddle

- Not a morning person though and will drag you back to bed if you try to leave

- The guy sees everything!!! Like even when you don’t know he’s there he’s casually listening and noting everything

- Always wants to reassure you so that you aren’t overthinking all the time

- His jealousy is through the roof but if you get mad at him he’ll try to tone it down (it doesn’t work)

- He’s literally always warm no matter what. Especially his hands

- He’ll make you flustered in public cause he thinks it’s funny and likes to tease you

- Very clingy but will never admit it

- Smarter than he looks and would totally be a history nerd

#mattheo riddle #headcanon #slytherin boys #slytherin #benjamin wadsworth #:)

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bellatrixscurls · 3 days

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i’m thinkinggg about inexperienced ron weasley. more specifically, the one who has never more than kissed a girl, that girl being lavender brown. and maybe she let him touch her, finger her, but he was under the influence of a love potion.

now, ron wants to feel it. to really feel it with his dove, the one whom he actually loves and craves but... doesn’t know how to say it. so, sometimes you just feel his nosing at your neck, gripping your hip a little bit too hard whenever you kiss.

you tease him, make him work for it. “you gotta tell me, ronnie. i cannot read minds” you raise your eyebrows at him, and he whimpers, head burying farther against your shorts.

“i want you to touch me... please touch me, ynn” ron says softly, doe blue eyes looking up at you with such sincerity and need, that you just have to bring his face to yours and kiss him deeply, the pretty boy on top of you moaning needily into your mouth.

“bloody hell” he whispers when your lips release his, his own glossy and red. you reach between your bodies and take a hold of his clothed cock, fairly prominent as it is rock hard.

you stroke it, a bit harsh at first, wanting to hear him collapse all because of your hand. “please, please- oh g-god ” he cries against your lips, struggling to kiss you once again, but he only manages to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, continuing his pathetic crying.

“yeah, ronnie?” you taunt, your hand moving to hold him by the waist as your other hand slides down his abs and into his boxers.

ron shudders when he feels your hand on his hot skin. “yeah. fuck yes yes, please” he pleads with you, but soon enough you feel his cum coat your hand and hear a pained cry out of ron’s mouth, his lips puffy and red from all the biting.

“good boy, honey” you kiss his forehead and ron relaxes against you, your hand still on his cock.

#ron weasley smut #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x you #ron weasley one shot #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley <3 #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter smut #sub ron weasley

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craisinsensation1029 · 3 days

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Tri Harder

Chapter 3 ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) -- final

Also on AO3 :)

Suguru Geto & Satoru Gojo

After an innocent party game, Geto & Gojo make it their mission to fuck you, that's it.

Ch 1 | Ch 2

fem reader, MMF threesome, vaginal sex, oral sex (male + female receiving), Eiffel Tower, soft Dom geto, stsg explore each other's bodies, other threesome shit listen idk

thank u to my very wonderful friend Mads for the art for this chapter!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) feel free to check it out on the endnotes !! °ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

MDNI

The reason for even coming to the club was long forgotten the moment those words left your mouth. The only thing on your mind was getting your fucking bag and getting out of here. “How soon did you guys want to leave?” you asked.

“Whenever you’re ready to,” Gojo answered quickly. Geto stared at him pointedly, but all he offered was a shrug. It’s not like they came here for any other reason.

“You came with Shoko and the others, right?” Geto asked innocently. “If you need to talk to them or anything before we go, that’s fine.”

“I just need to get my bag and tell them I’m heading out,” you answered with a sly smile. “Should only take a few minutes. We were sitting near the front.”

Gojo was more than happy that he didn’t have to spend any more time acting like there was anything else he wanted to do here. He unhooked his arms from around you, giving you a once over to make sure your outfit was properly in place. He adjusted your shirt quickly before giving a quick nod. “Let’s go get that bag then.”

Gojo took a hold of your hand and began to easily maneuver back through the sea of people on the dancefloor with Geto following closely behind. He had to admit, he probably shoved some people harder than he needed to, but this wasn’t a situation that called for manners. Getting you out of the club was an urgent matter.

When the three of you arrived back at the couches where you were when you arrived, Shoko and Utahime were back. Haibara and Nanami were now nowhere to be seen, but you could only assume Haibara managed to drag Nanami onto the dancefloor. As much of a sight Nanami dancing would have been, it just wasn’t a priority right now. You made a mental note to get him drunk and dance some other time.

Shoko called out your name drunkenly. “ Heeeeey. ” A lazy smile crossed her lips. “Where did ya go?”

Utahime’s head, which was buried in Shoko’s neck, piped up, an equally drunk voice addressing you. “Wait.” She squinted. “Why are they here?”

“I ran into them on the dancefloor,” you answered. “But are you guys all good? I think I’m going to leave. They said I can share an Uber with them.”

Shoko gave a thumbs up and Utahime’s head lolled back into her neck. “I’ll kill them if something happens to you,” she murmured, voice trailing off with each word that she spoke.

You still had no idea what the issue between them was. You weren’t even sure that you wanted to know, but it definitely wasn’t a concern right now. “I’ll text you when I’m home, don’t worry.” Her eyes were already closed before she could give you a response.

Geto looked over at Gojo who flashed him a smile. Gojo fished his phone out of his pocket, ordering an Uber.

You grabbed your bag, and Gojo took a hold of your hand once more while Geto held the other to make your way to the exit. It didn’t take long for the Uber to arrive, a black car pulling up in front of the club.

Gojo released your hand to open the door. He slid in first, letting you squeeze in the middle as Geto sat on your other side. Gojo was grateful they didn’t live far from the club, because he was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself for the car ride. He snuck in a few touches, letting his hand grip your thigh, but his leg bounced impatiently the whole time. Geto knew he could be patient, but that didn’t mean waiting made him happy. His hand grazed your other thigh, giving the supple flesh squeezes for the duration of the ride.

Gojo all but opened the door and stopped the motion of the car with his foot once it pulled up to their apartment. He offered you his hand to help you out, and Geto got out on the other side.

“Well, welcome to our humble abode,” Geto said as he pushed the key in the lock, opening the door so you Gojo could walk inside.

Humble was putting it nicely. It was an open concept layout that was tastefully furnished with black and gray furniture. The appliances in the kitchen were all stainless steel, and it was hard to ignore the large TV huge stereo they had. “Nice place,” you complimented.

“Thanks, angel,” Geto said, putting a hand on the small of your back. “Did you want anything? Water, snacks?” he offered.

“I’m okay, thank you though,” you replied. He nodded.

“Let’s go to my room,” Gojo said.

You nodded and walked into Gojo’s room, the gray room sized rug on the floor soft beneath your feet. You took a curious look around, eyes greeted with various posters on the walls and shelves with some books and figures on them. Pictures of the pair along with some of their other friends hung in frames on the wall.

A huge bed with black and white striped sheets sat in the center of the room, it had to have been a king sized bed. Maybe it was even a California king sized one. A soft pink hue from LED lights illuminated the perimeter of the bed, complementing the soft blue ones that lined the ones around the room.

Geto sauntered over to a corner of the room, connecting his phone to a large bluetooth speaker. A Snoh Alegra song started to play softly from the speaker as you took a seat on the edge of the bed. After queuing a few more songs, Geto walked over and sat on your left while Gojo who was putting his shades atop his dresser came over to sit on your right.

You looked between the two, appreciative of the attractive company. “So are you two like… together?” you questioned. At Shoko’s party, it didn’t seem like something to inquire about, but the display at the club made you think otherwise. Admittedly, it was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.

Geto shrugged. “We don’t really like to put a label on anything,” he offered. “Just makes things more complicated than it needs to be.”

“Yeah,” Gojo added. You turned to face him as he spoke again. “We just like to have fun with other people who like having fun.” Gojo shrugged in the same manner Geto did. “You are having fun, right?”

You placed a hand on each of their knees, looking at both of them before you answered. “I’m having tons of fun, I promise. But I know we’re going to have tons more.” You let your teeth sink into your bottom lip briefly before you spoke again. “I’ll be honest, I’m glad I didn’t have to choose just one of you. It would have been too hard.”

Geto’s hand was guiding your chin to look at him, that gentle smile of his playing on his lips. “No need to choose when you can have us both, angel,” he reassured. His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip as his voice dropped an octave. “As long as this is what you want to do, we could always take you home if you’ve changed your mind.”

You squeezed Gojo’s knee to give him the same assurance you provided Geto with as you nodded at him. “I’m sure.”

“Perfect,” Geto murmured. Excitement was coursing through his veins at your response, and although you couldn’t see, Gojo couldn’t help the smile that was on his face. He had to admit, Geto was never wrong. Gojo thought Utahime would be a bigger issue, but if anything he was thankful that she brought you to Shoko’s party, and you didn’t let her bias impact who you interacted with. Gojo made a mental note to tease Utahime about how nice you are next time he saw her.

You eagerly leaned toward Geto and pressed your lips to his, moving the hand you had on his knee to cup the side of his face. It wasn’t long before your hand was moving across his smooth skin to embed your fingers in his hair, searching for the band that held the top knot in place. Your lips moved more insistently against his as you relieved the band from its duty, letting his hair fall freely on his shoulders.

He moaned against your lips as his free hand moved to cup your breast, gently squeezing as your tongue traced over his bottom lip. He parted his lips, granting your tongue access to his mouth. Geto could already feel his cock swelling again, although it was hard to pinpoint exactly at what point since he laid eyes on you tonight it stopped throbbing. He was starting to wonder if something about your presence triggered an automatic hard on.

Your grip on Gojo’s knee tightened as your tongue swiped against Geto’s, tasting the remnants of alcohol and your own taste on each other’s mouth. Gojo took the opportunity to massage your other breast and let his lips start to suck on the base of your neck. He slowly made his way up, nipping at the skin with his teeth to make his mark on your skin, his moaning vibrating against your throat as he did.

He sucked your earlobe into his mouth, toying with it between his teeth as you moaned into Geto’s mouth. You shifted the hand that was on Gojo’s knee, hiking it up his thigh to rub him over his jeans. You let your hand explore his length over the fabric, feeling him rapidly hardening beneath your touch. Gojo let out a soft groan, eagerly bucking his hips into your hand.

“Mm,” you moaned softly against Geto’s lips, hearing Gojo’s throaty moan in your ear. You thought you were swimming in desire before, but now you were practically drowning in it, lost at sea with an aching pulse between your thighs. The grip you had on Geto’s hair tightened, fingers desperately grabbing at his scalp as your tongue continued to explore the inside of his mouth.

Geto would never admit it, especially not to Gojo, but he loved his hair being tugged on. He would always put up a fuss whenever he did so in any other situation to just annoy him, but in intimate moments like, it only riled Geto up more. He absolutely loved the feeling of hungry hands clawing at his scalp, knowing that subtle pain on his end was the ultimate bliss for the other person. The sharpness of the pull made him groan into your mouth as he began to pinch your nipple through your top.

Gojo was now fully hard in his jeans, desperately shifting his hips so your hand stroked him fully. “ Fuck, ” he murmured, looking at the angry splotches he sucked into your neck. His fingers ghosted over the spot, watching your body wince as he did. He was sure the other side of your neck was marked by Geto’s touch, and he loved knowing everyone would be able to see the claim that they made on you.

After sinking your teeth softly into Geto’s plush bottom lip, you slowly pulled away. Your eyes stayed locked on his for a brief moment as your hand slowly released the grip from his hair. His gaze was smoldering as your hand moved to his crotch, seeing his print straining against his jeans. Turning your head, you gave Gojo a smirk looking at your hand rubbing his length through his jeans. Shifting the hand to cup the side of his face, you pressed your lips against his.

Gojo’s large hand fiercely gripped one of your thighs as the other kept squeezing your breasts. He plunged his tongue into your mouth, hungry to swap spit with you again. He was shameless, moaning into your mouth as he aimed for his tongue to become familiar with every square inch of your mouth. He could still taste the liquor and more importantly, he could taste both you and Geto. He could see the mix of flavors soon becoming a favorite of his.

Geto smoothly maneuvered the strap of your top off shoulder, letting your breast fall free. “Satoru, take a moment and help our angel get her top off.”

Not wanting to break the kiss, Gojo murmured a response to Geto against your lips. His hand moved from your breast to the strap of your top, hastily pushing it down.

You whined into his mouth feeling both of your stiff nipples exposed to the air. The feeling was quickly neutralized when Geto’s hand cupped your breast, hands softly massaging the mound while his mouth hovered over the marks on your neck that he left earlier. He pressed soft kisses to the spot, satisfied with his work, but he knew there was more he could do. His mouth trailed further down, letting his tongue flick against the divot of your collarbone.

Gojo’s mouth was relentless as he continued to ravage your mouth, letting his tongue trace the shape of your cupid’s bow and your bottom lip before diving back in. The hand you had on Geto’s crotch tightened, gripping at his length. As badly as you wanted to stroke him, it was hard to do anything else with Gojo’s fierce mouth on you. In a small moment of reprieve, your tongue found its way inside of Gojo’s mouth, Geto’s familiar taste still lingering. You moaned against his mouth. Your underwear was already soaked from the earlier orgasms, but you could feel a new wetness saturating them again.

Geto’s cock throbbed when you gripped him, throbbed again when he heard you moaning into Gojo’s mouth. He sucked at the skin of your collarbone, insistent on putting his mark on more parts of your body. His fingers traced over the new marks when he pulled off, and his mouth continued its mission of claiming you. Nipping and sucking at the skin at the tops of breasts, more red marks formed much to his pleasure. “Mhm, so pretty, angel,” he admired.

You were clueless what Geto was praising you for, but you didn’t care. Gojo broke the kiss, chest heaving and cock throbbing as he did. His eyes gazed over to where Geto’s were locked on your collarbone and chest. “So fucking pretty,” he agreed. His mouth was eager to mar the spots on the opposite side, but he realized he hadn’t seen your bare breasts yet. They looked as perfect as they felt, your nipples looking like delectable buds he needed in his mouth.

Gojo’s swollen lips greedily sucked on the skin of your collarbone, leaving his mark before trailing down to suck on the skin on the top of your breasts. Once his claim was there, his hand grabbed your breast, squeezing the mound between his thumb and fingers. His tongue licked a stripe from the bottom of your breast, over your nipple and areola and up to your collarbone. His tongue traveled the path again before he harshly sucked your nipple into his mouth.

Gojo didn’t care, he was aiming to have as much as your breast in his mouth as possible. He looked like Kirby inhaling something, but he couldn't help but moan feeling the warm skin in his mouth. He pulled off, letting his tongue quickly circle around your nipple before sucking it back into his mouth. Geto’s mouth began working on your other nipple, opting to let his tongue lap at your areola before gently sucking the peak into his mouth.

A series of whimpers and pants left your mouth as both of their mouths worked on your breasts. The feeling was stupefying, your mind hazy with only thoughts of more pleasure ahead. The dichotomy of their touch already had you seeing stars. You pressed your thighs together as you willed your hands to rub both of them over their jeans. They both felt… big. Anticipation raced through your veins as you threw your head back. “Feels sogood,” you managed to choke out.

They each took their time on your chest, alternating their movements so their lips occasionally kissed the skin of your neck. At times both of their mouths would be on your neck, continuously licking and sucking at the skin they already made swollen. Other times, one of their mouths would be on your neck while the other still had their mouth latched onto your nipple, causing your body to tingle at the multitude of sensations. Sounds you weren’t even aware you could make were leaving your lips left and right as you did your best to keep your hand running over both of their clothed erections.

Gojo’s cock was about to punch a hole through his jeans. Mouth still on your breast, he used his other hand to undo the button on his jeans, coaxing your hand to feel him over his briefs. You gripped him, letting a finger circle the head where the precome was already leaking, and fuck did your hand on him feel good.

Geto slowly parted from your nipple, leaving a trail of spit in its wake. The sight of Gojo’s marks on you, his mouth on you and your hand in his pants made him bite his lip. He slotted a hand between your tightly pressed together thighs, pleased they opened without protest. He only had to press one finger against the crotch of your underwear to know you were absolutely soaked. “Aw, looks like you could use some help here, angel.” You whined at his touch. “How about we help you out?”

Geto’s voice would have you agreeing to commit every crime imaginable. You nodded, and he sank down to his knees, tugging your legs further toward the edge of the bed so your heat was aligned with his mouth. The sudden movement made you gasp. Gojo whined like a baby, Geto’s maneuvering of your body causing your nipple to fall out of his mouth. Geto rolled his eyes at friend. “Come on, Satoru. Don’t you want to fuck our angel with your tongue too?”

Gojo was already salivating when he tasted you on his fingers at the club. His cock throbbed thinking about running his tongue through your folds. He stood, pushing his jeans and briefs down to give his cock some relief from its constraints. He fisted his cock, using his thumb to smear the precome that formed on the head, sighing at the relief. Before he sank to his knees with Geto, you couldn’t help but look at the veins on his hand as he fisted himself, the way he needed long strokes to soothe the ache of his length. Geto’s eyes were on the display as well, knowing just how needy Gojo could be.

You looked down at both men between your legs, clenching at the sight of them. They each hooked an arm under your legs as they began to press kisses to your inner thighs. You were starting to become familiar with the distinct ways their lips caressed your body. Geto usually took his time, letting his mouth memorize the feel of your skin under his lips. The desperate urges of his body were usually masked by his slow movements, but there was no denying his desire. Gojo was always more insistent, his mouth greedy and eager to please your body. Your body loved both variations of their touch, and craved more.

Geto gently sucked the skin of your inner thigh into his mouth before planting a soft kiss there. On the opposite thigh, Gojo nipped at the skin and sucked portions harshly into his mouth until it was swollen. Only then did he press a softer kiss to the spot. The two worked their way up your thigh until they were at your center, arousal palpable.

Gojo pressed his nose against your crotch, taking a deep sniff. “Fuck, angel, you even smell good,” he groaned. He flattened his tongue against the crotch of your underwear, licking a stripe against the fabric. “Can even taste you through your panties.” He turned his attention to Geto. “No wonder she needed some help, she’s fucking soaked.”

You squirmed feeling the heat of his tongue through the fabric. “We’re going to take good care of her, aren’t we?” Geto tugged at the end of your skirt, pulling it off. He then hooked a finger into the lacy waistband of your underwear, easily tearing them and tossing them aside. His cock throbbed looking at your wet, glistening folds before him. “So perfect, angel,” he murmured. He ran two fingers though your slick, parting his fingers afterwards to see a string of your arousal on his fingers. “So, so perfect.”

You clenched around nothing at his praise as your chest heaved. Geto flattened his tongue against you, letting his tongue drag slowly through your folds. He repeated the action, ensuring every single one of his taste buds were coated in your essence. His tongue was wet and warm against you, and you instantly let out a moan. Geto’s grip on your thigh tightened as his tongue continued to lap at you.

Gojo pushed your leg open further, darting his tongue out so the hard point began to circle your clit. You cried out, arching your back. His tongue circled and flicked against your clit before he closed his mouth around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh, fuck, ” you moaned out, wrapping your hands around the base of their necks to bring both of them closer to you.

Geto and Gojo continued to ravish you with their tongues. Geto ran his tongue through your folds in fast and slow motions while Gojo sucked your clit harshly into his mouth. They would switch, with Gojo running his tongue in fast strokes over your center. He urged his tongue past the tight ring of muscle, dipping it into your entrance. The hard point of Geto’s tongue circled your clit before he sucked it gently into his mouth, keeping it latched onto the nerve.

Your body continued to writhe and a string of continuous moans left your mouth as their warm tongues continued their assault against your center. Neither of them could get enough. Gojo thought tasting you on his fingers was good, but it was nothing compared to having his tongue shoved inside of you. He wanted to savor the taste on his tongue forever. “So fucking good, angel,” he moaned against your heat. He felt like a man starved, and wanted nothing more than to find a way to bottle your taste and save it for later, unsure of when he would get his next fix. He couldn’t help but start to fist his cock again as he continued fucking you with his tongue.

Geto shared similar sentiments. He loved the way you tasted, the way your body reacted so willingly to their touches. Every moan and every buck of your hips made his cock throb. When Gojo sucked your clit into his mouth, Geto pushed two fingers inside of you. They slipped in without resistance, and he set a steady pace as he thrusted them in and out of you. “Going to feel so good when we have our cocks buried inside you,” he murmured, watching the way you clenched around his fingers. “So fucking tight, bet this pussy has never even been fucked right.”

You whimpered at both of their words, clenching around Geto’s fingers as they scissored inside you, Gojo’s mouth still mercilessly latched on to your clit. Tears were springing from the corners of your eyes and it was hard to form a coherent thought as the coil in your belly was rapidly unwinding. Skillfully as ever, Geto curled his fingers inside of you, brushing against the spot that made your hips jerk violently. Both men held your legs down securely. “You can take it,” Geto declared, curling his fingers against your g-spot again. “Come on, let us have it.”

Gojo released your leg from his grip and used the now free hand to nudge his index finger at your entrance. Your moans didn’t stop as the finger slowly eased inside, joining the two Geto already had working against your g-spot. He shallowly thrusted his finger, moaning against your clit at the feeling of your walls clenching around his finger.

White spots began to cloud your vision, your cunt spasming around their fingers as you drenched their fingers. You felt absolutely spent as you ceased gripping their necks, falling back on your elbows to catch your breath. Geto and Gojo slipped their fingers out of you, watching your come ooze out of you. Gojo took the opportunity to savor the taste, running his tongue over your slit to get every drop into his mouth. You let out a soft whimper, still incredibly sensitive. “Told you I would show you what my tongue is capable of,” he teased.

“I know now,” you laughed breathlessly.

Geto looked at Gojo who was still stroking his cock. He gently shook his head, putting his hand on Gojo’s chin to bring him closer. “You’re always so impatient,” he spoke against his lips. Using his free hand, he grabbed hold of Gojo’s cock, running his thumb gently over the slit. “Always making a mess.”

Gojo couldn’t help the soft whine he let out before crushing his lips to Geto’s, thrusting his cock into his hand. Every kiss they shared was always rough, frantic. As if they were running out of time and the union of their lips was the only thing that would spare them. Gojo fisted Geto’s tresses as he moved his tongue into his mouth, exchanging the taste of your come with him.

Again, you were hooked on their sight of the pair locking lips, moving against each other with strong familiarity. Despite your swollen, puffy clit, you gingerly reached a hand between your legs to rub at the nub. You did your best to stifle your moan, but a soft whimper escaped. You didn’t know if there was a sense of shame to be had from watching the two of them, but you couldn’t care less. Gojo shamelessly continued to ravage Geto’s mouth. He was sucking on his tongue and biting on his bottom lip while rutting his cock into his hand.

In Geto’s peripheral vision, he could see you rubbing your clit. Even though Gojo had just licked you clean, new wetness was already beginning to coat your slit. Your pussy was just so pretty, he wished he could tattoo the sight on the inside of his eyelids. Geto pulled his mouth away from Gojo’s slightly. Gojo let out a soft whine at the loss of contact, opting to start sucking on the skin of his neck. At the sight, you continued to rub your clit faster, thrusting your hips into the air. “Can’t believe I’m dealing with two greedy brats,” Geto chuckled softly, giving Gojo’s cock a firm stroke.

Gojo knew he was greedy, he would never deny himself of something he wanted. After sucking a mark into Geto’s neck, he looked over to see you with two fingers on your clit now, breathy pants leaving you mouth as your hips canted. “Fuck angel, I could watch you play with that pretty pussy all day.”

“Why do that when we can do a lot more than watch?” Geto rose, returning to where he was sitting next to you on the bed. A small smirk ghosted over his lips as he hoisted you up, grabbing the hand you were using to play with your clit. You whined at the loss of contact, constantly clenching your thighs together to relieve the ache that was already forming. He leaned in close, his thumb stroking your chin. “So tell me, angel.” You would tell him anything he wanted to hear. “Who do you want to get fucked by first?”

Your mouth opened and closed at the question. Your eyes ping ponged between the two men. Gojo was still kneeling on the floor, face flushed, lips swollen with cock in hand. Despite his apparent composure, red marks were starting to form on Geto’s neck and his eyes were swimming with desire. His cock was throbbing relentlessly, dying to be free from its constraints. An answer seemed impossible to come to.

“You don’t even care, do you?” he laughed. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you shook your head no. Knowing you would have them both tonight was more than enough, the order was completely irrelevant. “That’s alright, we’ll take good care of you,” he assured. “Are you feeling okay?”

Your chest and neck were red and sore as fuck, your lips were swollen and your legs hadn’t stopped trembling, but a smile crossed your face as you nodded. “I feel great.”

Geto pressed his lips gently to yours. “Good,” he said softly. “How about you get on all fours?”

The mattress dipped as you got on your hands and knees, crawling to the middle of the bed. You wiggled your ass playfully as you turned your head to look back at them, a sly smile playing on your lips. “Ready whenever you are.”

Gojo rose from his position on the floor, looking at the way your folds glistened. He let out a low whistle, letting a finger run over your slit. “Fuck,” he murmured. His cock throbbed at the sight.

Geto ran a finger over your slit as well, sucking the digit into his mouth afterward. “Why don’t you go first, Satoru?” he suggested, looking down at Gojo’s throbbing cock. “She’s all ready.”

Gojo wouldn’t have fought with Geto if he wanted to go first, but he was more than happy to agree with his suggestion. He peeled off his shirt, quickly tossing it aside. You felt the mattress dip as he got on his knees, positioning himself behind you. A large hand landed securely on your hip, and Gojo used the other hand to fist his cock. The tip was messy with precome as he dragged it over your slit, groaning at the feeling of your slick folds against him. “Can’t wait to feel you coming all around my cock, angel,” he gritted out, slowly starting to push inside of you.

Your already trembling legs wobbled further as his length started pushing past the tight rings of muscle. “Ngh.” You bit down on your bottom lip as your head dipped down, staring at the pattern on the sheets. You knew you were more than aroused, but adjusting to his size proved to be more than a handful. Your eyes stayed focused on the sheets as his endless inches continued to enter you.

The sight of Gojo’s cock sinking into you was enough to make Geto’s mouth water. He walked and stood at the side of the bed, eyes fixated on your body accommodating Gojo. Once buried to the hilt, Gojo let out a groan, using one hand to spread your ass cheek to look at the way your cunt hugged his cock. He was convinced it was a perfect fit, that he was meant to be buried inside you. He looked over to Geto, giving your ass an appreciative squeeze. “So fucking tight.”

“Figured,” Geto answered. His cock throbbed in his pants.

You let out a shaky moan feeling him fully seated inside of you. Your soppy cunt throbbed around him as he slowly pulled hips before slamming them forward. The force made you lurch forward before you heard a tsk. “You said you were ready for him,” Geto’s voice sounded. “You can handle it, angel.” You let out a heavy pant, his voice sounding far away as Gojo’s hips canted forward again. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, determined to live up to your own words. You would take this pounding, you had no intentions of backing down.

Gojo placed his other hand on your hip, his grip as tight as your pussy around his cock as he started his assault. Forward, back. Forward, back. Forward, back. “Fuuuuuck," he gritted out. “So fucking good. Wanted to fuck this pussy the moment I laid my eyes on you.” He was convinced he loved your pussy; the grip, the wetness, the sounds it made, the sounds you made as he continued wrecking it. He mentally scolded Utahime. To think he could have been inside of you ages ago but was prevented from meeting you was downright sinister.

“Ah, fuck," you cried out. It felt like a hammer driving a nail into a block of wood each time his hips surged forward. You feared your nails would make a hole in the sheets from how tightly you gripped them, struggling to stay upright as he continued pounding into you. It felt good, great, his cock reaching the end of you each time he canted forward. “ Sa-Satoru,” you choked out, another breathy moan leaving your lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Geto asked, watching the way your ass bounced against Gojo’s hips with each thrust. “You should tell him how good it feels, angel. He’s being very vocal with you, after all.”

“Yeah,” Gojo agreed, giving your ass a firm slap as he thrusted forward again. “Talk to me.”

Moans were interrupted by a yelp when you felt the sting of his hand landing on your ass. His pace didn’t waver, still pounding into you quickly. It was hard to hear them, let alone speak a full sentence with the way it felt like his cock was invading your lungs. “F-Feels good,” you managed to say. “R-Really good.”

“Aw, I think you can say a little more than that,” Geto cooed, reaching for the button on his jeans. “But I’ll give that mouth some use if you really don’t have anything else to say.” He shoved his jeans and briefs down in one quick motion, letting out a sigh of relief as his cock finally sprang free. It was messy, the precome leaking from the head sticky in his hand as he gave his cock a slow stroke.

After peeling off his shirt, Geto climbed onto the bed, shuffling on his knees until he was in front of you. He used a hand to tilt your chin up, bringing you face to face with his cock that slapped against your cheek. Geto had to be as big as Gojo, but he was considerably girthier. His cock continued to graze against your cheek with each one of Gojo's thrusts. “So cute,” Geto commented, using his thumbs to coax your lips apart. “Open up, angel.”

Mindlessly you opened for him, parting your lips. Geto used his other hand to guide his cock into your warm, wet mouth, moaning at the feeling. He eased into your willing mouth, watching as you opened wider to let him in. He throbbed in your mouth at the sight because fuck, you were so hot. “That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re using your mouth better already.”

You mewled at his words, tears pricking at your eyes. Each of Gojo’s thrust sent Geto deeper into your throat. You were impossibly full , whining as you clenched around Gojo and choked on Geto. Sounds of the music were long forgotten as squelches filled the air.

“Shit,” Gojo hissed, watching the way Geto's cock disappeared inside your mouth. You were taking him like a champ. Gojo surged his hips forward once more, watching as your nose disappeared into Geto’s trimmed pubic hair. “Just making sure she doesn’t miss anything,” he chuckled darkly.

“Let me return the favor.” Geto couldn’t help but smirk, surging his own hips forward to slam you back on Gojo’s cock.

Your moans were muffled against Geto’s cock as Gojo surged his hips forward again. It was an endless tug of war of pleasure, each of their thrusts hitting the end of you. It was hard to form a coherent thought with Gojo’s cock kissing the tip of your cervix and Geto’s cock occupying your throat. The feeling was honestly… exhilarating. You reached a hand up to grip Geto’s hip for better balance, salvia dribbling from the sides of your mouth.

Geto looked down at you, patting the top of your head. “Aw, angel, look at you.” His hips thrusted forward. “All stuffed up, this suits you.”

“Fuck, it definitely does,” Gojo agreed, launching his hips forward to sink you back onto Geto’s cock. The crescents of your nails dug into Geto’s skin as you held onto him more tightly, feeling your legs begin to tremble at their words. Gojo gave your ass another slap, relishing in the feeling of how your cunt started to furiously grip him. “Shit, ready to feel you come on my cock, don’t hold back.”

You whined around Geto’s cock, arms shaky as they continued jerking your holes in opposite directions. “Come on angel, let go for him,” Geto encouraged with a thrust. “Want to see that pretty mouth of yours choking on my cock while you come all over his.” He loved the way the corners of your mouths stretched to accommodate him, the way every one of your moans and whines vibrated through him, the way your throat felt like the home he never knew his cock needed. The saliva pooling from your mouth was more attractive to him than it should have been, but what could he say? He seemed to have a knack for liking messy people.

Their words were more than enough to send you over the edge. Your other hand reached up to hold on to Geto as tears rolled down onto your cheeks, cries of pleasure drowned out by your mouth being stuffed full.

Gojo gritted his teeth as he felt your pussy begin to clamp around his cock. He grabbed your hips, sinking himself to the hilt and staying buried inside you to feel every spasm. “Fuck, angel, you feel so fucking good, did so fucking good,” he hissed. He threw his head back momentarily, but quickly decided he didn’t want to miss the view. He withdrew his hips slightly, looking at the way your muscles clenched around him.

Geto couldn’t help but smile at the view of you coming on Gojo’s cock, admiring the way your mouth still gripped him despite your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Perfect mouth,” he praised. “Can’t wait to feel that perfect pussy too.” He slowly began to pull out of your mouth, cock slick with your saliva as he watched you take in a deep breath.

Gojo moved his hips gently, slow strokes fucking you through your orgasm. It was hard for him to decide if he liked hearing your unmuffled or muffled moans better, but concluded any moan from you was worthy of winning a Grammy. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch the evidence of your orgasm gather around his cock and drip down your thighs. “Sugu, look.”

Geto raised an eyebrow. “You really are a sight, huh?” he chuckled, gently moving your hands from his hips to the rest of the mattress. You slumped forward, continuing to gather breaths of air as you were still reeling from the orgasm. Geto shuffled on his knees to settle beside Gojo to watch as he slowly thrusted into you. “Mhm, such a pretty pussy getting stuffed.” You let out a soft whimper, the erratic spasms of your cunt coming to a standstill. “Let’s switch.”

Gojo nodded, slowly pulling out his cock that was glistening with your juices. “Shit.” More remnants of your orgasm dripped from your hole that was now clenching around nothing.

“Greedy,” Geto laughed softly.

Gojo took the opportunity to lick a languid stripe over your hole, causing you to let out a soft whimper. “So greedy,” Geto remarked as Gojo let his tongue dip into your whole, gathering every bit of your come on his tongue.

“Shut up,” Gojo grumbled.

“That was great,” you mumbled breathlessly. You rested on your forearms, not trusting your wrists to have enough strength to hold you up.

“Oh, now you can speak?” Geto joked. “That nice, angel. But Satoru has to feel that mouth of yours, so we’re going to stuff you back up. Okay?”

It was hypotonic, the way his velvety voice laced with grace had the ability to be so commanding. Of course you would agree to him without another thought. “Yes,” you answered with a nod of your head. You were already aching to be filled again. “Yes, that’s okay,” you clarified sheepishly.

“Hm, sit up for a sec,” Gojo requested. You obliged, momentarily sitting up on your knees as Gojo shuffled in front of you. He then laid on his back, shuffling his body down the mattress. “Mm, rest your arms down. Make sure this is a good angle.”

You rested your forearms on either side of Gojo’s muscular thighs, his cock looming in front of you. ”Go on,” Geto insisted as he positioned himself behind you, lifting your hips slightly. “Don’t have to wait on me.”

Gojo’s cock throbbed as he looked down at you excitedly, watching as you propped yourself your forearm up on one of his thighs and gripped his cock at the base. His body shivered when you dragged your tongue from the base to the tip, bucking his hips slightly upward. Once at the top, your tongue swirled around the tip and then licked over his slit. “Fuck angel, that’s good,” Gojo praised, torn between keeping his eyes on you and throwing his head back.

Geto watched as your mouth continued to work on Gojo, sucking the head into your mouth and beginning to slowly let his inches occupy your mouth. At the sight he fisted his cock, letting the tip rub between your folds. You were already trying to clench around him, and he was more than happy to feed your needy hole with his cock. He lined up with your entrance, and started pushing inside of you.

You squeezed your eyes shut at the intrusion, feeling your walls begin to stretch around him. Already knowing you were able to take Gojo, you knew you could take Geto, you would take him. Your cunt clenched around him with each passing inch, walls accommodating every ridge and vein on his cock, moans once again muffled by Gojo stuffing your mouth full. Gojo opted to keep his eyes on you, admiring the way your mouth sank down on his cock. Not to mention, he got to see Geto’s face as he sunk inside of you, an expression of pure bliss.

Geto’s view was perfect, being able to see your arousal mixed with your saliva on his cock as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. “ God,” he murmured. He pulled his hips back, slowly pushing them forward to listen to the lewd sounds of his thrusts, to watch the way your cunt adjusted to his size. “Such a perfect pussy.” His hands squeezed your ass as he began a steady rhythm of slow thrusts, aiming to reach the end of you each time.

“Told you,” Gojo said, sitting up on his elbows. Something about hearing both of them praise your cunt made you whine, the sound vibrating around Gojo’s cock. “And you were right, this mouth is perfect.” The additional praise made you clench around Geto as you continued working Gojo with your mouth, burying his length in the back of your throat.

Geto’s steady thrusts continued, and you appreciated the change in pace. You loved how your body was jerking between them before, but feeling every one of Geto’s strokes while your mouth bobbed on Gojo was just as lovely. Maybe they were just great partners to be with, that had to be it. The way your body responded to any of their touches had to be the sign that your conclusion was correct.

Geto couldn’t help but let a smirk dance across his lips as he watched your head continuously bob up and down. “You know, angel,” he began. “Satoru loves it really sloppy. Don’t be afraid to spit all over it.” His hips surged forward. “You should play around with his balls too, he adores that.” He had to admit, as much as it was for Gojo’s pleasure, it was for his own viewing pleasure, too.

“Hey!” Gojo cried out. “Don’t–” Raising only centimeters from Gojo’s cock, you let the excess saliva forming around your mouth drip onto his length. An audible slurp sounded in the room as you took him into your mouth again, letting one hand jerk the parts your mouth couldn't quite reach while the other began to massage his balls. “ Fuuck, ” Gojo hissed, letting his hips buck up slightly. “Just like that, that feels so good.”

“She’s just as messy as you,” Geto chuckled, letting a hand land on your ass before caressing the spot.

“You like messy,” Gojo argued.

“Never said I didn’t,” Geto retorted with a smile, giving you another slow stroke, looking at the way your saliva was pooling around your hand, the base of Gojo’s cock, his pelvis, and dripping down onto his balls. His next stroke was quicker at the sight.

Your body jerked forward at the force, letting out a low moan. Okay, so maybe the pace didn’t matter at all, it was definitely just them. You had your fair share of being fucked before, but this has been the best experience by a mile . You were already hoping this wouldn’t be a one time thing. You pooled more saliva into your mouth, spitting on Gojo’s cock again. He glided in and out of your mouth with ease as Geto’s thrusts became quicker. Even with the faster pace, every thrust was calculated, controlled. He hit the right spot every time, and the coil in your stomach was starting to unwind again.

Your face was glistening with your own spit and tears, hands gripping the base of Gojo’s cock as your legs began to tremble, again . What number orgasm would that be tonight? The haze in your mind made it hard to keep count. “Don’t be afraid to let go, angel,” Geto coaxed, listening to the cues your body was giving him. He kept stroking that one spot, hands gripping your waist tightly as his hips met yours with each thrust. “Want to see the mess you’re going to make all over my cock. I know you’re loving this shit.”

That was it. You came off of Gojo’s cock with a gasp, letting out a long string of moans as you clamped down on Geto, coating his cock with your orgasm. “That’s it,” Geto murmured, smiling at the wetness coating him. His pelvis was practically soaked, and he loved it. “Doing so fucking good for us, perfect little slut.”

Gojo couldn’t hold back, looking at your fucked out face made him come with a whine, some of his cum spurting onto your cheeks while the rest dripped down his cock and coated his hips. “Fuck,” he breathed out. “You’re both so fucking hot,” he complimented.

It was hard to imagine you looked good with the way you knew cum and saliva were coating your face, but you took pride in the compliment anyway. Geto slowly withdrew from you, letting his tongue lap up your orgasm before joining you at your side. “Let me clean you two up a bit.” He nudged your face toward his, letting his tongue drag along the sides of your face where Gojo’s cum landed. You felt your face growing hot as he pressed his lips gently against yours afterwards. He gripped the base of Gojo’s cock afterwards, letting his tongue catch the rivulets of cum that were dripping down the shaft. His tongue swirled around the head, catching every droplet that leaked from his slit.

These two were going to be the death of you. You sat up on your knees, thighs squeezing together again to ease an ache that was forming again. It honestly kind of hurt, the constant succession of orgasms and arousal you were experiencing, but you didn’t give a fuck. If the universe called for fucking these two all night, so be it. Your eyes bounced from Geto to Gojo. “I’m having so much fun,” you said breathlessly, chest heaving, forehead sweaty.

Geto sat up, licking his lips. He looked at the ways your luscious thighs squeezed together and man, was he happy to know you were a horny little thing. His lips pressed against yours again, tongue swiping along your bottom lip. It only took a moment for your lips to part, tongue still coated with Gojo’s cum pushing past your lips. Your tongues danced together, and Gojo sat up on his forearms. His cock was already getting hard again as he watched. “We can keep going,” Gojo said quickly, fisting his cock to regain a full erection.

Geto pulled away from your lips, dotting your nose with a swift kiss before his attention turned to Gojo. “Oh, I know,” Geto answered. His attention was back on you. “What do you say angel, want to come a few more times?”

Was he dumb? “Yes,” you answered with a swift nod. “I would love that.”

“Why don’t you get on top of Satoru?” You nodded, shuffling with a whine as you swung one leg over Gojo’s torso. Geto shuffled off the bed, standing at the side as he gave his cock coated with your arousal a slow stroke. “Satoru, come over here a little.”

Gojo removed the hand from himself and gripped your hips, moving your body along with his to the edge of the bed where Geto stood. Geto thrusted his hips, letting his slick cock rub against Gojo’s face. Gojo eagerly opened his mouth, and Geto guided his cock inside Gojo’s hot mouth. “I know you’ve been waiting your turn,” Geto chuckled, thrusting his hips forward. “Aren’t you happy knowing you aren’t the only one that loves a mouth full of cock?” Gojo muffled out a reply around him, causing some salvia to drip onto the floor.

“Fuck,” you choked out. Gojo’s hands stayed securely on your hips as you reached for his cock that was still slick with your saliva. You gave him a few lazy strokes before hovering above him, slowly sinking down onto his inches. It was still a tight fit, making you hiss as your hips finally met his. You planted your hands on his muscled chest, letting your hips rock forward slightly. The motion deliciously made your clit rub against his pelvis, and you threw your head back. “Ah,” you moaned.

Geto didn’t show Gojo any mercy, hips steadily thrusting forward into his mouth. That’s how Gojo liked it. “Use him all you want, angel,” Geto chuckled with another thrust of his hips. “He likes being a little fuck toy.” Gojo muffled out another response around his cock, and Geto thrusted his hips forward again, looking down pointedly at Gojo. “I’m obviously not using you enough if you’re still managing to talk.”

Geto was absolutely right, he always was. Gojo couldn’t help but grip your hips harder as Geto’s cock continued to bully his throat. He loved it, he always did. The only thing that made it better was feeling your warm cunt wrapped around his cock again. The slow rocking of your hips became steady rolls as your heard Geto’s words, moaning each time your clit brushed against Gojo’s pelvis. “That’s so good, ” you moaned. You grew more comfortable, starting to lift your hips and slam your ass down against him.

A muffled moan left Gojo’s lips as you began to ride him more fiercely, every rock of your hips making Geto plunge deeper into his throat. He would be the biggest liar in the world if he said this wasn’t a position he wanted to be in every night. Geto used one hand to grip his hair harshly, surging his hips forward until Gojo’s nose was buried in his pubic hairs. “That’s better,” Geto chuckled. Geto’s attention turned to you, catching your lips in a kiss as you continued riding Gojo. The kiss was the sloppiest one he shared with you yet, lips desperate to catch each other with each movement you were both trying to make against Gojo, but neither of you cared. Geto loved hearing you moan against his lips while Gojo was busy choking on his cock.

Gojo reached one of his hands up to squeeze one of your breasts, desperately bucking his hips upward to match the way your hips were slamming against him. He could already feel you clenching around his cock, and he whined knowing you would be coming around him again.

“F-fuck,” you gasped out as Gojo’s thrusts met yours, bouncing against him with more force. It was damn near exhausting feeling yourself come undone again, spurting all around Gojo’s cock. Cunt still spasming, you slumped against Gojo’s chest, catching your breath atop his solid, warm body. Gojo moved both of his hands so they cupped your ass, squeezing at the mounds as Geto continued to move in and out of his mouth.

“You alright, angel?” Geto asked, loosening the grip on Gojo’s hair as he started to pull out of his mouth. The amount of saliva that pooled out of Gojo’s mouth was damn near obscene, he loved it.

“Hey, what about me?” Gojo asked, lips swollen.

Geto rolled his eyes. “You’re fine.”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that left your lips as you turned your attention to Geto, eyes locked on his still hard cock. “Mhm,” you nodded, sinking your bottom teeth into your lips. “I think I can still come one more time.”

“I didn’t doubt that one bit,” Geto agreed with a nod of his head. He used the back of his hand to wipe at the sweat forming on his forehead.

You rose off of Gojo’s cock with weak legs, body practically flopping onto his side. Gojo turned to his side to face you, moving his body closer to yours so his cock could slot against your stomach. Without a word he pressed his lips against yours, already eager to push his tongue into your mouth. Maybe you said that statement with more confidence than stamina, because you were tired. What you weren’t though, was a quitter. You would come one more time.

Geto gently moved onto the bed behind you as you willed your lips to move against Gojo’s, lifting one of your thighs to wrap around his waist. Geto pressed in closer, slowly pushing into you from behind. It was still a tight fight, and fuck, he just knew this couldn’t be a one time thing. Not a chance. He kept a steady hand on your hip as his inches entered you.

A weak moan left your lips as Geto entered you, providing your cunt with languorous thrusts. His lips pressed a soft kiss against your neck as his hips rolled slowly with short but deep thrusts. “ Fuck , angel, you did so good,” he mumbled against you skin. “Come whenever you’re ready. Need to feel that pussy make a mess on me one more time.”

Gojo’s lips pulled away for a moment as his hands caressed your face, his hips still thrusting his cock against your bare stomach. “ So fucking good,” Gojo praised. Another thrust against your stomach. “I knew you would be fucking amazing.” His lips were back on yours, sucking and biting on your lower lip before thrusting his tongue back into your mouth.

You were warm, being sandwiched between their bodies again. It felt like this is where you were meant to me. It felt safe, secure, the way your sweaty bodies all pressed together. Geto’s warm hand traveled the expanse of your hips as he continued with gentle strokes, already starting to feel you lock down on him. Gojo was still furiously exploring your mouth with his tongue, rutting against the smooth skin of your stomach. You panted against Gojo’s mouth as you let go one last time, wrapping an arm around Gojo’s back as you splashed onto Geto’s cock.

“That’s it, angel,” Geto coaxed softly, continuing to slowly rut into you as you clamped down on him. “Let it all out, you deserve it. Took us both so well. I could do this all day.”

“T-Thank you,” you whimpered, letting out breathy moans.

“Fuck,” Gojo murmured, thrusting his hips one more time as he came slotted against your stomach. “God , you are absolutely perfect.”

You were swelling with joy again at the praise as you felt Gojo spurt against you. “You guys are great,” you murmured softly.

Geto slowly pulled out of you as Gojo gently pulled his body away from yours. You rolled onto your back as Geto shook his head seeing Gojo’s cum painting your stomach. “Always so messy.” He rose to his knees, shuffling over until he was between the apex of your thighs. He placed his hands on your waist, dipping his head down to clean you up once more, letting his tongue lap up the cum. Your body quivered as his tongue moved in long swipes to get every drop, leaving your skin clear and polished once he was done.

“Sugu.” Gojo eyed Geto’s still hard cock. He always insisted on coming last, and that had to be one of Gojo’s favorite parts. Gojo climbed off of the bed, settling on his knees with his hands patiently at his sides. You looked over at him, puzzled.

“I haven’t forgotten,” Geto laughed, pressing one last kiss against your stomach before climbing off the bed, standing in front of Gojo who was sticking his tongue out expectantly.

Despite how spent you were, you didn’t want to be left out of a single thing. It only took you a second to realize what was going on. On wobbly legs, you maneuvered off the bed, sinking down onto your knees and sticking out your tongue as well.

“Oh, you too?” Geto chuckled, giving his cock some fast strokes. “Well, alright. You can have some too.” Seeing the two of you waiting for his cum brought him to the edge quickly. He stilled, gripping his cock tightly as his cum spurted onto yours and Gojo’s tongues.

Gojo happily gulped down Geto’s seed, licking his lips afterwards. You did the same, now officially spent.

“Should I call an Uber home?” you laughed breathlessly.

“Oh please,” Gojo laughed, offering you a hand as he rose to his feet. You took his offered hand as he pushed you back onto the bed, pulling you into an embrace against his chest. Geto joined you two on the bed, snuggling in behind you as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Good night, angel,” Geto murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head.

“Great night,” Gojo chuckled, dabbing a wet kiss onto your forehead.

“Good night,” you murmured, feeling the lull of sleep already taking over your body. You did agree with Gojo, though. It was a great night.

A week later, you rang the bell to Geto’s and Gojo’s apartment, duffle bag slung over your shoulder. A few moments later, Gojo opened the door with a smile, already reaching out to grab the bag for you. “Hey there,” you smiled.

“Hello, hello,” Gojo sang, stepping aside so you could enter. The apartment was already fragrant with whatever Geto was cooking.

You stepped into the kitchen, seeing Geto pulling some chicken cutlets out of the oven. “Smells great,” you commented, taking a seat at the dining table. Gojo joined you at the table after putting your bag down in his room.

“Thanks, angel,” he said, resting them on the counter. “Figured I make us some dinner first.”

“It was my idea,” Gojo piped up. “It’ll give us the energy to fuck all night.”

“That’s exactly the same thing I was thinking,” you answered with a laugh.

You were absolutely looking forward to a repeat of last week again. With the knowledge you had know, maybe it could last even longer.