𖧧 ٫٫ Houkago Wa Kissaten, Icons. 스

𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬<3

watching a movie with gojo & a sex scene comes on, he’s talking so much shit about how “the guy isn’t fucking her right”, “her moans are so fake” n you tell him to shut up, as if he could do any better.. “wanna find out?” he says with his big dumb mouth adorned with his usual annoying smirk and and you tell him absolutely 𝙣𝙤𝙩. not even his wildest dreams-

so he must be dreaming right now because he swears you just came for the 4th time all over his dick with him barely grazing your clit???

he 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 be dreaming right? because there’s so way you just moaned out his name “s-torr-uuu” while you leave angry red marks all over his toned shoulders

he must be dreaming because there’s absolutely no way you’re under him right now folded in a mating press, squirting all over his abdomen while he fucks his cum into you right?? telling you, “‘s fucking messy for me pretty baby haha, look at the mess we made!!”

leaning down to ur ear and sucking your earlobe into his mouth as he whispers “still think i don’t know how to fuck?”

CLASSMATE GOJO SERIES!

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All I wanna spend is one more night // Between your sheets, behind your eyes

Karasu Tabito x Fem!Reader • Word Count: 4.5k

content warnings: established relationship, porn with little plot, lover boy karasu, reader has an aversion to sex kinda sorta, first times, loss of virginity, mutual masturbation, handjob, multiple positions, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare

You met Karasu Tabito in year three. He had chubby cheeks and a missing tooth, knees dirty from falling into the muddy ground many times over as he rhythmically kicked the school’s worn soccer ball at the wall.

He was sweeter then, face flushed red when you handed the ball gone astray back to him, lisp on his tongue from where his adult tooth hadn’t quite grown in.

It’s hard to forget the twinkle in his eye when he shyly whispered “Thank you,” before scampering back to his spot. It’s natural, the way you fall into each other’s lives. Transferring to a new school during the middle of the year had done little to help your social life. Cliques already made; friends grown up side by side. While your classmates weren’t mean, they did little to include you. Recess consisted of you building little homes out of sticks you’d find scattered throughout the play yard, gritty nails digging into dirty as you play. After your first interaction, you gravitate towards another. You move to be closer to watch his kicks, and he makes his way down the wall to tease you. Calls you weird and then cries when you throw the ball in his face. Sniffles a weak, “Sorry,” before asking if you can be friends. You agree despite your previous disdain, keeping track of his hits in the dirt with the sticks he collects for your work. Red strings drawn close, tangled in mud and sticks and leaves.

The first time Karasu kisses you, you’re in year ten. He’d walked you home like he always did despite it being out of the way for him. His ears turned crimson when he shyly asked if you wanted to go to the arcade together, scarlet when you looked at him confused because you always do. He wins you a bunny plushy and makes you swear to keep it forever, holding out a pinky to you. You link the appendages before pressing your thumbs together, and as you move to press a kiss to your own nail to seal it, he moves your hand down abruptly.

Chapped lips meet yours in an awkward attempt at a kiss, and you pull back violently at the action.

“Why would you do that,” you’d asked haughtily, hands on your hips as you scowl up at him.

“Cuz you’re my girlfriend.” Karasu had replied matter of factly.

“Since when? You never asked me to be,” you grump, finger poking accusingly at his chest, “you can’t just go kissing girls and claiming them to be your girlfriend without even asking.”

You’d expected a snarky come back from him as he usually generously bestows upon you, but instead he scratches his neck shyly and asks quietly if you’d want to be.

“Speak up.” You demanded.

“Would you?” He finally asked, uncharacteristically nervous, “Be my girlfriend?”

You stave off the embarrassment coursing through you, a faux air of confidence burning through your veins.

“Well,” you finally say, “if you insist.”

You fight and you squabble and you cry and lick old wounds once more, but you stay together throughout it all. Tabito dabs at your tears and kisses fresh wounds with a soothing tongue, always making sure you know with full confidence he’s at your side.

Truth be told there wasn’t much of a difference as friends than lovers; albeit your touches grow more intimate.

Tabito insists you’d been his girlfriend since you’d chucked the soccer ball in his face back when you were both snot nosed children, and well, you can’t find it in you to argue. A part of you had always been his, and you’re sure if you were ever to split, it would always stay with him. A seed buried deep in your ribs, watered by the brashness of his love.

It would be dramatic to say that when he left for Blue Lock, a small part of you died. Autumn leaves dry and fall; yet we celebrate their beauty. You still see your friends and make sure to stay steady in classes, but you can’t deny you miss Tabito.

Ironically, it’s around spring time when he returns. He takes you to see the cherry blossoms bloom and tells you he’ll love you until his legs give out.

(To which you tell him that it’s likely enough to happen sooner than later with a sport like soccer; cackling loudly when he grabs fallen blooms and tosses them promptly in your face.)

You both turn twenty-one together; celebrating just the two of you in the small run down apartment you now share. You kiss and you eat sweets until your stomach aches, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

(The day of moving in Tabito finds the old plushy wrapped delicately in a blanket.

“You still have this ratty thing?” He’d asked with a smirk, holding it out to you.

“Don’t talk about our son like that,” you scold, snatching the plush from his hands before smiling down at it lovingly, fingers brushing the worn fabric of its ears.

“And of course I kept him, I promised you, didn’t I?”

Tabito smiles widely at this, scooping you in his arms and kissing you obnoxiously as you squeal and shout for him to let you go.)

It’s not until you’re out eating lunch with friends that you truly think about it; sex with Tabito. It’s not that you don’t want to have sex with him. You’re well aware your boyfriend is handsome, you’d just never got around to it.

(Your friend’s jaw drops when you say this, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You haven’t done anything.”

“I gave him a handjob once,” you’d replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Your friend scoffs in disbelief, but thankfully drops the topic, but you can’t help but let the seeds of doubt whittle their way into the sanctuary you’d built with Tabito.)

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

It’s an ordinary Saturday morning when you spring the question. You’d been thinking of roundabout ways to ask, but you’d never been good at subtly and you know Tabito prefers when you’re blunt with him.

He splutters on the drink he’d been taking, cleaning his throat before looking at you incredulously.

“Do I… what?”

“Do you want to have sex? Make love, copulate, fuck, the hanky—”

He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence, moving to stand in front of you with red ears.

“No, I know what you said. This was just… unprompted. Do you want to have sex with me?”

You cross your arms and huff, ignoring the cheeky smirk on his face as he steps closer to you. There’s a buzzing energy you’ve never quite felt stirring in the room, and you sway from one foot to another with nerves.

“I asked you first,” you respond lamely, looking at him straight in the eyes in a poor attempt to keep up your confident facade.

“Yes, of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want to have sex with you?” Tabito answers honestly, large hands prying your fingers away from where they’d been digging into the fat of your arm in anxiousness. He kisses the heel of your palm softly before wrapping your arms around his neck and bumping his forehead lightly against yours. When you still don’t respond he gives you a boyish smile before attempting to soothe you.

“If we’re being honest, it’s not something I thought you were interested in,” he explains, “you’ve always shied away when I’ve tried to touch you in the past, and that stuff doesn’t matter to me. I love you as you are now, sex won’t change that.”

You frown in thought at his words, fingers threading through his freshly washed hair as you contemplate.

“Have you ever had sex before?”

Tabito laughs at that, presses obnoxious slobbery kisses to your cheek before answering.

“You know I haven’t.”

“Well then how do you know you’re not missing out?”

“I mean I still masturbate, can’t be that much different.”

Your body heats with embarrassment (and perhaps a bit of something else at his vulgar words).

“Well it’s surely better. Tighter probably… and wetter. Or whatever.”

Heat blooms on Tabito’s face as he hugs you close to him, shoving his face in your neck to hide his blush (it doesn’t work, you can feel the heat on his face and see the crimson flushing his ears).

You press closer to him and kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder lightly before furrowing your brows and pulling back.

“Are you… hard right now?”

A smug smile creeps on his face, and you have an overwhelming urge to kiss it off.

“Can you blame me? My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend just propositioned me with sex and told me how she’d feel tighter and wetter than my own hand.”

You scoff at his words before picking at the lint on the neck of his shirt.

“So… you want to then?”

He smiles sickeningly sweet down at you, walking you backwards and guiding you to your shared bedroom.

“I do, but I want you to want it too. Don’t think you have to do this because of me.”

“I do, want to, I mean. But I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He laughs softly at this, turning to sit on the bed and pull you into his lap, familiar hands rubbing up your sides soothingly.

“Neither do I,” he replies easily, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then your pouted lips.

“But you just said you masturbate.” You frown, settling deeper into his lap as he maneuvers you into a more comfortable position, his back pressed against the head of your bed.

“I do.” Tabito’s smile is shy, fingers tracing the familiar lines on your palms as you speak.

“So you’ve watched porn, so you know some things.”

He pauses in his movements, looks at you incredulously before laughing.

“I’ve never watched porn. I just think about what I would do to you. What you’d do to me.”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” he mocks, teeth nipping at your nose as you scrunch it.

“Can you show me?”

Tabito’s movements halt, hips shifting nervously under you as you stare wide eyed at him, a face far too innocent for someone who just asked him to stroke his cock in front of them.

“Only if I can watch you, too.” He finally says after clearing his throat.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You’re almost offended at the shock on his face, but have little time to register before he’s flipping the two of you over, switching your positions.

“Have you touched yourself before?” He asks, hands helping you wiggle out of the sweats you’d stolen from him back in high school.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, pulling your shirt over your head.

A shiver runs down his spine at your words, cock straining in his sweats as you leave each other in only your undergarments.

“Shouldn’t we like… kiss or something?” You ask shyly, fingers picking at your nail beds.

Tabito laughs softly before spreading your legs, and pressing as close to you as he can so he can sit between them, eyes flickering from your chest to your eyes.

“How about you tell me,” he says, “tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”

You shy away at this, whining when his large body stops you from being able to close your legs; the exposure too much.

“Why are you so shy, baby? I’ve seen you naked before, you know?”

“I know but this is… different.”

Tabito presses a reassuring kiss to your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. There’s a smirk on his face when you lean to chase him for more, hands making their way down your thighs as he soothes the tense muscles.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispers breathlessly, the heat of his words caresses your face, sends a shiver down your spine as he pulls away to palm his cock.

“I- I think about that night,” you finally squeak out, “when you let me touch your cock.”

(Moonlight shone brightly through the room that night, the lewd sound of Tabito’s mouth licking at the fat of your neck filling the liminal space. Big hands dug crescents into your skin, breaths heaving as you part for air. There’s a pause when you shift forward and feel the length of his cock beneath his sweats. Tabito eyes you warily, opening his mouth to assure you that you don’t have to do anything.

He’s cut off by his own moan, hips bucking up into you as you palm his cock.

“Baby,” he whines, head falling back against the headboard with a thunk.

“Can I touch you?” You ask sweetly, eyes entranced at the sight of pleasure watching over Tabito’s features at your featherlight touch.

He nods frantically, aiding you in pulling the sweats down to rest on his thighs. You press your mouth to his, licking against his teeth before sucking his tongue into your mouth. Tabito whimpers at this, neglected cock twitching. You pull back with hooded eyes, spitting down onto the leaking tip before using the palm of your hand to spread it over his tip, wrapping around his cock before giving an experimental tug.

“Like that?” You ask, eyes darting up to look at him.

“God— yeah, just like that, baby,” he whines, hands fisting his hair as your movements speed up.

You keep your eyes trained on his face despite his eyes being scrunched shut, watching the way his jaw clenches when you grip him harsher, the way it falls open shortly after when your thumb traces along the tip of his cock.

“Don’t stop,” he says through gritted teeth, hip bucking wildly into your hand as his high approaches.)

“Don’t stop,” Tabito groans loudly, heel of his palm pressing harshly against his boxer shorts, dark spot seeping through with precum.

His obvious arousal has you wishing for more, more noises, more skin, more, more, more.

“I think about the way you sounded, how you moaned my name when I rubbed my palm on the head of your cock.”

Your hand makes its way down to your cunt subconsciously, fingers ghosting over the band of your panties before Tabito’s stops you.

“Not yet,” he instructs, “just— touch yourself through them, please.”

You do as he says, fingers pressing against your clit. You moan at the contact, rough fabric catching just right. You feel the way your arousal seeps through your panties, high on power as you watch the way Tabito’s eyes dilate when he takes in the sight.

“Keep going,” he encourages, “tell me more.”

“I think about how big your cock felt in my hand, think about it stretching me open,” you whine, fingers moving faster, Tabito’s own matching the rhythm you’ve set, “I— I think about what you’d taste like, if you’d let me put it in my mouth, how you’d sound when I choke on it.”

Tabito moans out loud at this, hand sliding down the front of his boxers before pulling his weeping cock out. You take this as your sign to follow, eyes narrowing in on the way his fingers flex as he strokes himself.

“I wanna hear, too,” you whimper, fingers pulling your panties to the side so he can see how wet you are for him, the tips dipping into your heat to gather your slick before moving back to circle your clit.

“You’re killing me, baby,” Tabito groans, hips bucking up into his own hand as your chest heaves with pleasure.

He remains quiet for a while, the only sounds in the room is the wetness between the two of you, bodies inching closer and closer until you can feel his hand against your own.

“I think about the way you’ll taste on my tongue,” he says, voice husky with arousal, “the way your pussy will feel when she’s stretched open for the first time.”

You press a finger into yourself at this, hips canting up at the intrusion. Tabito groans at the sight, timing his thrusts into his hand with the way you fuck yourself on your fingers.

“T-think about the way you sounded that night, when you let me fuck your hand,” he groans through gritted teeth, “the way you talked to me… the way you licked my cum off your hand afterwards, how it tasted when you kissed me.”

“Please, Tabito,” you finally break, hands moving to pull his face towards your own, lips crashing messily against each other as you claw at the exposed skin.

He pulls you into his lap, cock jumping as your pussy presses against him. You can’t help but moan at the friction, humping his cock as you gasp and cry out for more.

“I don’t want to wait anymore, need you inside me,” you whine, but make no movements to stop the current pace your hips have set, your wetness pooling down onto the base of his cock as you use him for your own pleasure.

“Cum like this first,” he pleads, hands pressing you down harder, “cum like this and I’ll give you my cock. Stretch this pretty pussy open, make it mine.”

You cry out as you fall over the precipice of pleasure, hands clawing at his chest while your hips buck desperately into him.

“One more,” he says, pushing you until your back hits the mattress.

His lips press harshly into yours, tongue licking at your teeth as you whine into his mouth. He pulls away to kiss at your neck, teeth nipping at the familiar skin while his hands smooth up your sides. Your bra is quickly taken off, tossed somewhere in the room before his hands are back on you. Teeth bite harshly at the fat of your chest, tongue soothing the ache before you can whisper a complaint.

“You’re so sensitive here,” he says, eyes transfixed on the way your breathing increases as he blows on your nipple. Tabito flicks his tongue over it, testing the waters and you moan loudly at the sensation.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, his hands pulling your legs to wrap around his waist. Instead of the heat of his cock pressing against you, his abdomen is pressed to the flesh, “I bet I can make you cum from just this. Just this.”

His mouth wraps around your nipple sucking harshly before moving to the next, your hips buck at the sensation, and he presses closer so the rigid muscle of his stomach presses against your aching clit. Calloused hands encourage the movements, hips bucking wildly as you hump his abdomen in abandon.

“Tabito,” you whimper, “please, please, please.”

Your hands fist his hair harshly, pressing his mouth firmly against your chest as his tongue rolls your sensitive chest between kiss swollen lips. Tabito doesn’t bother stopping, if anything he moves you faster, bites harder, kisses soothing the ache until another high crashes down on you.

“You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, “can’t believe I finally have you like this.”

“I’m sorry for making you wait,” you finally whisper as your breathing evens out.

“Don’t apologize.”

His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod obediently at his words, smile spreading across his face as he takes in the flush of your face.

Harsh kisses turn soft, and Tabito moves you once again to rest in his lap.

“This way you can go at your own pace,” he says, settling back into the sheets, eyes blown with lust staring up at you, “don’t take more than you can handle. If it hurts, we’ll stop.”

You nod in agreement, leaning to press a kiss to his lips before lining him up to your entrance. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, hands shaking before his own moves to aide you.

“Look at me, please,” he asks softly, “I want to see your face when my cock stretches you out for the first time.”

You do as he instructs, eyes nearly rolling back when his tip presses past the tight ring of your cunt. Gasps of pleasure are shared between the two of you as you slowly work your way down, pulling up to ease the ache before you finally rest against him.

“What the fuck,” Tabito groans, teeth clenching harshly as your cunt clenches on him.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he whines, fingertips digging harshly into the fat of your hips.

Your cunt clenches again at the filthy words, nails scraping down his chest as he bucks up into you.

“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to cum before I even get to fuck you,” Tabito says, chest heaving as he tries to maintain his level head.

You smirk down at him before intentionally shifting your hips, grinding down onto his cock. Tabito’s eyes dart open, eyeing you warningly.

Tabito senses your hesitation, propping an elbow beneath him. His hand cradles your face, thumb brushing against your cheek lovingly before he pulls your lips to his. His free hand moves to your hip, guiding you gently. It’s not long until you find your own rhythm, gasping into his mouth as his cock presses against a spot that makes you see stars.

“Right there,” you whine, “Tabito, please, don’t stop.”

Arm still propped up, Tabito pulls you back, fisting the hair at the nape of your neck. His lips wrap around your neglected chest, hips bucking up into you hitting that spot deep within you over and over until—

“Cumming!” You cry out, eyes rolling back as your pleasure consumes you. Tabito hips fuck into you faster, moving at a bruising pace to elongate your high. You slump against him as your orgasm fades, his fingers tracing absentminded shapes into your back as you heave against him.

“We can stop here,” he coos, lips pressing against your neck.

“No,” you say, shooting your head up to look at him, “I want you to cum.”

He smiles at this, pressing forward until you’re on your back. You whine at how deep his cock presses into you in this position, nails clawing harsh lines into his back as he wraps your legs around his waist.

Tabito pulls back out slowly, eyes darting over your face for any sign of discomfort before he’s snapping his hips harshly into yours. He fucks you hard— deep, carving his cock into your walls as you whine and cry out for him.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you use the leverage of your legs on his back to meet his thrusts with your own in desperation, “you feel so fucking good, baby. You hear that? Hear how wet this pussy is for me? She’s cryin’ for me, baby. Needed my cock to fill her up, stuff her full.”

Tabito pulls out suddenly, hand falling to his cock to squeeze at the base in an attempt to stave off his own orgasm. Before you can protest, you’re flipped over, limp body pulled onto your knees before you know what’s happening.

Fingers did crescents into your hips as he fucks you for his pleasure, grumbling moans falling from his lips.

“Just like that,” he whines, “just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck it like it’s yours.”

He stops his own movements, hands fisting his hair as you press back against him again, and again, and again. You whine his name and his chest presses against your back instantly, large frame engulfing your own before you’re flat against the bed.

Tabito’s arms circle your front, cradling you to his chest as he humps into you, barely pulling out before he’s pressing back in again. Gasping moans are pulled from your lips at the angle his cock slides into you, drool slipping from your lip when he bites harshly at the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Tabito,” you whine, “want you to cum. Please, please cum for me. Want you to cum inside me. I need it! I need it, I—

You’re cut off by a cry of your name, his hips pressing against yours as you feel the warmth of him filling you up.

You slump weakly against the bed, struggling to breathe as Tabito relaxes against you. He notices your squirming quickly, pulling you to rest on your side. You whine when his cock slips out of you, and heat burns a fire through your veins when you feel the way your combined essence drips down the side of your leg.

Soft words are murmured into your hair, hands massaging at your aches as you both come down from the intense pleasure.

“Still think your hand is better?” You ask, finally breaking the silence.

Tabito laughs, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck before loosening his hold so you can turn to face him.

“Not by a long shot.” He laughs at this, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek just to hear you squeal out in protest.

“Tabito…”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He asks softly, propping himself up on his arm to look down at you properly, “Are you okay?”

You lean up to press a kiss to his lips reassuringly, nodding, “I’m okay, but… I can feel your cum dripping out of me right now.”

Tabito chokes out a laugh, blush rising on his face.

“You can’t just— just say things like that!” He whines, heat licking at his core.

“Like what? It’s true!”

He shakes his head at this, sliding his arm out from under you before standing and stretching. Dark red lines fill up the space of his back, and you smile shyly at the sight.

“Nice back, Karasu,” you tease, laughing when he uses the mirror hung on the back of the bedroom door to take in the sight.

“Babe,” he whines, “don’t make me get hard again.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

Tabito shakes his head at this before walking into the bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth, pressing a kiss to your forehead before maneuvering you onto your back. There’s a smug smile on his face as he cleans you up, a soft kiss to your knee when you playfully knock it into his shoulder. He looks up at you from between your thighs smiling brightly at you.

“Hey,” you whisper.

“Hey yourself,” he says, moving his face to hover over your own.

“Come here often?” You ask, fingers tracing around his eyes before you lean to press a kiss to the mole resting just below the left.

“First time actually,” he laughs, flopping down onto your chest, nuzzling your neck to press soft kisses there.

“You’re so stupid,” you say with a roll of your eyes, fingers threading through his soft hair.

“I love you,” Tabito whispers, arms wrapping under the small of your back to hold you closer.

“I love you, too.”

pretty little thing

part one || part two || part three || part four

warnings: nsfw || degrading, praise, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, cunnalings, blow jobs, double penetration, reverse harem

part one: no warnings yet

characters: bonten x female y/n

word count (p1): 1k+

you weren’t necessarily used to the high life. you were used to doing things for yourself and by yourself. growing up wasn’t exactly ideal and you were forced to grow up pretty quickly. as much as your parents had the money, they didn’t know how to be parents.

you did what you needed to do so you could get by so being spoiled and pampered wasn’t something you expected or cared about.

your best friends all had sugar daddies and while it seemed fun, it wasn’t something you were interested in. you didn’t care how much money they got, old men? you took a hard pass

you ended up tagging along to a party with them anyway. they managed to convince you and you had been spending so much time with university and your job, going out could help ease off some of the stress.

“i’m just saying y/n, it wouldn’t hurt to live a little”

you already know what she’s implying so you just roll your eyes and reach for your drink. you had no intentions of getting drunk but you definitely needed something in your system if you were going to deal with them all night.

this club was exclusive so only very rich and wealthy people were regulars. you had heard about the owners of the place through the grapevine at school so you knew a little about them. you had also heard about bonten before so it was no surprise that the older men your friends associated themselves with, had some sort of business tie with them as well.

apart of you knew that it was dangerous. they weren’t exactly known for being friendly businessmen but as long as you stayed close to your friends and away from any vip area filled with strange men, you’d be fine and if push came to shove, you knew how to fight.

“papi says he organised a special evening for us” your friends says and you try not to gag and the nickname she has for her “lover”

“he’s already in the room, it’s upstairs” she continues and you don’t bother asking questions. you genuinely didn’t care about her “papi” who seemed to be very pretentious as you know he was from japan and definitely wasn’t hispanic at all.

you scoff and down the rest of your drink before you follow her and 2 other friends upstairs. they had their own partners who seemed to be there as well so you’d definitely be holding a candle at some point in the evening. maybe getting a little drunk wouldn’t harm anyone.

the room is beautiful. it’s hard to be mad when the interior looks expensive and very classy, which wasn’t what you expected. you were half expecting to find half naked women and men dancing and a form of entertainment..

your friend grins at you.

“pretty, isn’t it?” she asks and you nod

it takes you a moment to notice the other men in the room. it seems like they’re discussing business but they don’t look that much older than you are and well, they were definitely attractive

they all look up at the same time when a pink haired man says something and then they’re looking at you. you try not to feel awkward as you sit on an empty loveseat. the music is still playing even in the private rooms and they seem to have waitresses coming in and out offering more drinks and snacks.

“y/n, are you still good?” your friend asks and you smile

“yes” you say, “comfortable too”

she laughs before going back to shamelessly flirting with her boyfriend. you don’t say anything else and continue enjoying the comfort of the loveseat

“you alone this evening?”

you look up and there’s a very handsome man smiling down at you.

“allow me to introduce myself” he says, reaching out for your hand, “my name is ran, ran haitani”

“f/n .. l/n” you say, returning his sweet smile though you can tell there’s something hidden behind his pretty eyes and it almost has you feeling flushed, but you had a good poker face.

“would you like to join us?” he asks, “i see that your friends are … occupied”

you laugh and allow him to lead you to the other side of the room.

“this is y/n” he tells them, “pretty little thing, isn’t she?”

he introduces you to everyone and you find yourself being able to keep conversation without feeling awkward and you don’t bother putting up a façade the way your friends do around rich, powerful men.

“you came alone?” sanzu asks and you nod

“i find that hard to believe” rindou says, “your boyfriend would be an idiot to let you out on your own”

that has you laughing again. none of them are as subtle as they think they are but you’re also good at playing dumb. years of practice after growing up with pretentious parents.

“no boyfriend” you shrug, “university and work takes up most of my time”

“pretty and smart” mikey grins, though you find that his smiles never really reach his eyes. it’s a little unsettling but he doesn’t make you uncomfortable

“it must be … lonely” kakucho frowns, “being all alone i mean”

“you get used to it” you say, “i like my own space so it’s pretty convenient”

“you don’t have a roommate?” kokonoi asks and you shake your head

“i’m a little bit of a control freak” you admit, “i wouldn’t be able to stay with someone who didn’t do things the way i did”

ran laughs and cocks an eyebrow at that. this time, you try to be more subtle when you squeeze your thighs together.

“maybe you just haven’t found the right person to help you… let go of that control” mikey says, “it must be hard wanting to be in control all the time”

something about the way he says that makes you feel hot. you know what he’s implying by that and the idea of them taking all the control away from you seemed hot.. a little scary but you were adventurous.

before you could say anything, your friend came up to you

“y/n, i told papi that we’re leaving early” she smiles, “you have an early class tomorrow”

you almost forgot about that

“it was lovely to meet you all” y/n says, “thank you for the entertainment”

you miss the way ran looks at sanzu just as you’re leaving.

it definitely wouldn’t be the last time you saw any of them.

A Pleasure to Have in Class | Nanami Kento x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Teacher Nanami Kento, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Classroom Sex, Desk Sex

Word Count: 6.1K

Summary: You and your son's hot new teacher give a whole new meaning to "parent/teacher conference".

Cross-posted to AO3

You rushed towards the building as quickly as your pumps would allow, and you waved down a faculty member who was exiting, signaling them to hold the door lest you be locked out. A work meeting of yours had lasted longer than anticipated, and you now found yourself hurrying through the halls of the school to catch your son’s teacher for the last parent/teacher conference of the day.

Your frantic search drew to a close when you finally located your son’s classroom – the door was slightly ajar, but regardless, you knocked on the doorframe twice to announce your arrival.

“Good evening, Mr. Nanami,” you said, stepping into the classroom and shutting the door behind you. “I’m sorry for running late – absolutely hectic day at the office! I’m Yuji’s mother.”

Yuji’s teacher, Mr. Nanami, put down the stack of papers he had been grading and stood up from his seat to greet you, taking your hand in his to give you a firm shake. His large hand enveloped your own, and the rolled-up sleeves of his sapphire blue button-down shirt showed off his impressive, veiny forearms.

You had heard whispers amongst the other PTA moms about how attractive the new teacher was, but their gossiping did not do the man justice. Simply put, Mr. Nanami was hot – and not just your run-of-the-mill kind of hot, but absolutely mouthwatering.

His cheekbones and jawline looked as if they had been expertly carved from marble, and the aura he exuded was one of confidence. He seemed like a serious man who had his shit together, and that only added to his appeal.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said in his rich, baritone voice. “No need to apologize – from what your son has told me, it seems like your position is quite demanding.”

“I appreciate you being so understanding,” you replied, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. “My son tells me you’re his favorite teacher, so I’m very happy to finally meet the man he looks up to so much. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, Mr. Nanami.”

For the next half hour or so, Mr. Nanami updated you on Yuji’s performance in class, going over areas in which he excelled, and areas of opportunity. You were entranced by the manner in which he spoke. He was incredibly eloquent and articulate, and his words made it perfectly clear that he loved his job.

He went into detail about some of the topics Yuji struggled with, and had an answer for every one of your questions, demonstrating that he had given a lot of thought as to how to help your son succeed. For every challenge, Mr. Nanami presented you with a well-thought-out performance improvement plan, and it became increasingly clear why your son loved him so much.

Underneath his stoic exterior, Mr. Nanami was a kind man who cared deeply about his students, and you found your attraction to him grow the more he spoke.

“Yuji is an absolute pleasure to have in class,” he said, drawing your attention back to the conversation at hand. His eyes seemed to narrow and darken as he eyed you. “And now that I’m getting the chance to speak to you, I can see why – he must get his charm from you.”

You raised a brow. Perhaps you were reading too much into his tone, but that didn’t seem like the kind of thing one would just say to a parent during a parent/teacher conference.

Mr. Nanami ran a hand through his blond locks, and you blatantly observed the way his biceps flexed when he raised his arm. He was naturally alluring, and it had been ages since the last time you had felt this attracted to a man, so it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore the ache between your legs.

“I must say, Mr. Nanami, I can see why Yuji speaks so highly of you,” you said. You leaned forward, placed your elbows on his desk, and rested your chin atop your interlaced fingers. “I’m glad he has a man like you to look up to.”

“Well, you’ve raised a wonderful young man, Mrs. Itadori-”

“Miss Itadori,” you said. You flashed him your left hand, showing off your bare ring finger, and smiled. “I never married.”

“Miss Itadori, then.”

“And what about you Mr. Nanami?” you asked, quirking a brow. “Any children?”

“No, no children.”

“Married?”

“No,” he replied. You hummed.

“Really? That’s quite a surprise,” you said. You leaned back into your seat and crossed your legs, causing your skirt to ride up and flash a bit of thigh, the only thing shielding the view of your bare leg being the skin toned pantyhose you were wearing. “I envy the woman who will be lucky enough to snatch you up.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. You smiled at him before biting down on your bottom lip. He was totally oblivious to your flirting – he was so cute.

“Well, you’re obviously great with kids, so you would make a wonderful father, and you have a good head on your shoulders – I find that hard to come by nowadays, especially from a man. Frankly, I find it hard to believe that you’re still on the market.”

A soft shade of pink dusted Nanami’s cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle. You didn’t think it would be so easy to get a man as levelheaded as he is so flustered. He tore his gaze from you and loosened his tie as he cleared his throat.

“I appreciate the compliment, Miss Itadori.”

“You know, Mr. Nanami,” you cooed. You stood up from your chair and sat on the edge of his desk before leaning in to reach for his tie. You gently tugged on it, a wordless suggestion that he lean in closer, and he obliged. Nanami’s face was mere inches away from yours, and you could hear his breath hitch as you began to close the distance between the two of you. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for my son.”

“Miss Itadori, I-I don’t think this is appropriate,” he choked out. You sighed and released your hold on his tie, allowing him to sink back into his seat.

“You’re right – I apologize.” You stood from the desk and smoothed out your skirt, disappointed by the turn of events. “I should head out. I’m sorry this ran so late – I’m almost certain we’re the last ones in the building and I’m sure you’re eager to get out of here after such a long day.”

You started to reach for your coat and bag when you heard Nanami’s chair roll away as he stood up abruptly.

“Miss Itadori – please don’t take my reaction as an insult. This may be improper of me to say, but you’re a beautiful woman and under different circumstances…” Nanami trailed off, and you eyed him curiously as he walked around his desk to stand in front of you. He shoved his hands into his pockets, the innocent gesture a clear sign as to how awkward he felt in that moment. “Yuji is fortunate to have a mother like you who cares so deeply for his success, but please don’t feel obligated to repay me in any way. I’m just doing my job.”

You blinked, bemused, and brought your hand up to your mouth as you laughed.

“Mr. Nanami,” you said, walking towards him until he was within arm’s reach. “I can assure you that I wasn’t flirting with you to… compensate you for your efforts. I was doing so for purely selfish reasons.”

“…ah.”

God, he was cute – he really didn’t get it, did he?

You reached out to fix his tie and allowed your fingers to travel downwards so that your palms rested on his chest, and you were pleasantly surprised by the firmness of his pectorals. What kind of teacher was built like this?

His heartrate raced beneath your touch and you stood on your toes to whisper into his ear.

“You are a very handsome man, Mr. Nanami, and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.” His hands found purchase on your waist, and he steadied you as you lowered yourself back down. “But I understand that you don’t think this is the time nor place for my advances – you have to maintain your professionalism, of course.”

“Miss Itadori…”

You backed away from him and grabbed your purse.

“Under different circumstances, right?” you asked, shooting him a coquettish smile as you repeated his words. “Well, have a good night – and thank you for taking such good care of my son.”

You turned towards the door to make your exit but stopped short when you felt Nanami’s hand wrap around your bicep.

“Wait,” he began. You tilted your head to the side, confused by his actions, and your skin prickled with excitement as his hand released your arm to trace a line up to your cheek. “I apologize if this is too forward but -”

“Mr. Nanami,” you interrupted. You closed the distance between your bodies so your chest was flush against his. “I think I’ve made it perfectly clear that I find you to be sinfully attractive so, please, don’t worry about being too forward because I can assure y-”

It was Nanami’s turn to interrupt you as he brought one of his hands to the back of your head, and crashed his lips against yours. Your arms snaked their way around his neck, and Nanami’s free hand gripped your side, with his thumb brushing the spot just below your breast.

His hands roamed across your body, running the pads of his fingers down the length of your spine and leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he made contact, while you tangled your fingers in locks, disheveling his once perfectly coiffed hair. A firm grope of your ass caused you to gasp out in surprise, and Nanami took advantage of that moment to deepen the kiss, inserting his tongue into your mouth as he slowly pushed you towards the edge of his desk.

You pulled away for a moment and admired the flushed look of Nanami’s cheeks as the two of you regulated your heavy breathing. It felt as if the temperature of the room had skyrocketed, and your racing heartbeat thrummed in your eardrums, sending pulsations throughout your whole body – including your now wet cunt. All this and you had only kissed the man.

Nanami pressed his forehead against yours as his breaths became steady, and his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered to you.

“Is this alright?” he asked. You titled your head up a fraction of an inch to touch your lips to his and breathed out your affirmation.

“More than alright.”

Taking your words as a sign to keep going, Nanami lifted you up just high enough to seat you on top of his desk and pressed his thigh in between your legs, coaxing a moan out of you. Your damp panties did little to shield your cunt from the rough material of his slacks, and your hips moved of their own accord, grinding down on his thigh and soaking through his pants.

“God,” he hissed in between kisses. “I can already feel how wet you are.”

You merely hummed in response as you started to undo his tie, tossing it aside to God knows where before working on unbuttoning his shirt. Nanami mirrored your actions with urgency and before you had a chance to pull his shirt off of him, he had already rid you of your blouse. His hands immediately found for your tits, and he kneaded them over your lacy, black bra. You groaned into his mouth, spurring him on, and allowed your hands to explore the solid planes of his chest and abdomen. Nanami’s muscles tensed under your touch, and you could feel his quad flex between your legs as you continued to rock yourself against his leg.

Nanami’s mouth parted from yours, leaving you disappointed for only a fraction of a second before his lips started to make their way down your neck. He lightly nipped at your skin, following up with hot, wet kisses to soothe the spots that he had undoubtedly bruised. He brought a hand behind your back and deftly unhooked your bra, separating from you just long enough for you to slip it off before he went back to his ministrations.

You leaned back on the desk to allow him better access to your bare chest, and groaned uncomfortably when you felt something digging into your back. Sensing your discomfort, Nanami swiped his arm across his desk, sending its contents crashing towards the floor. The sound of a mug shattering rang in your ears, but Nanami paid no mind to it, preferring to focus on the task at hand.

Nanami gently pushed you down so you lay flat across his desk, and you moaned with pleasure as one of his hands was replaced by his mouth sucking on your tit. He kissed and licked around your nipple, leaving yet another bitemark on the swell of your breast.

He swiped his tongue across the valley of your breasts as he began to rub one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger. His mouth travelled to your other nipple and you moaned when he began to lightly flick it with his tongue.

You were absolutely breathless, and the only thing on your mind was the nonstop throbbing of your cunt as it rubbed against Nanami’s abdominals and clenched around nothing – your pussy was begging to be filled.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “I need you inside of me.”

“Patience is a virtue, Miss Itadori” Nanami whispered against your skin, switching his mouth over to your other nipple. The hand that had been previously groping at you slid down your side, tracing the contours of your body as he made his way to the zipper of your skirt. You tugged on Nanami’s hair, pulling him up so that his mouth met yours once again. The only sounds filling the room were those of your lips smacking together and the sound of Nanami pulling your zipper down at a torturously slow pace.

Nanami stepped back so that he could fully remove your skirt and you took the brief reprieve from his kisses to admire his flawlessly toned torso. You had suspected that he was built like an Adonis when you saw the way his muscles bulged under his shirt, but now that you had a perfect view of his bare torso, you reflexively licked your lips.

You longed to have your mouth on every single one of the bumps and curves of his body. You wanted to feel his firm chest pressed up against yours. You wanted his rough hands to explore every inch of your skin. You wanted to feel his lips on your plush inner thighs.

Even under the harsh lighting of the fluorescent bulbs overhead, Nanami Kento was, without a doubt, the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on.

Nanami got down onto his knees and you squealed with surprise and delight when he hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the desk so that you could feel his hot breath on your clothed wet cunt.

He had neglected to remove your pantyhose when he rid you of your skirt, but you realized that that had been intentional when Nanami pinched the translucent material, pulled on it, and let it snap back into place against your inner thigh. He was toying with you, and it was driving you crazy.

As if reading your mind, Nanami placed a kiss on your cunt, and dug his nails into your pantyhose to rip a giant hole to expose your crotch. He swiped his tongue over your panties and you whimpered with anticipation as you felt his fingers walk their way over to the lace so he could shove them aside.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he dove in between your legs, burying his face in your folds and rubbing at your clit with his pointed nose while his tongue dipped inside of you.

“Oh god – oh god,” you moaned.

Nanami ate you out with unmatched fervor as if you were the only meal he had had in weeks – a meal he just couldn’t get enough of – and he hummed into your pussy with satisfaction as your slick coated his tongue.

His fingers dug into your thighs to keep you steady in place as your hips bucked upwards almost involuntarily. Your entire body was wracked by your heavy breathing, and the lewd sounds of Nanami sucking on your clit were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your moaning.

Your hands futilely groped around the desk, desperately searching for something – anything – to grab onto. Unable to find an anchor, your hands ultimately found purchase in Nanami’s tousled locks. You almost didn’t think he could get any closer to you, but when you pressed his head into your pussy, he proved you wrong as his tongue reached a spot even deeper within your cunt.

“You taste amazing,” he breathed, and you found yourself whimpering yet again when he removed his tongue to speak, desperate for more stimulation. You pushed his head back to its rightful place in between your legs, and let out a shrill moan when his tongue was replaced by two of his long, thick fingers delving into your sopping wet cunt. They slid in with ease, thanks to his spit and the juices of your arousal, and the loud squelching of him pumping his fingers in and out of you was, by far, the most lascivious thing you had ever heard.

Your moans grew more and more distressed as you neared your first orgasm. The way Nanami worked at your clit with his tongue made it seem like the two of you had done this thousands of times. He was a fast learner, and quickly picked up on all of your cues indicating whenever you really liked what he was doing. He expertly flicked at the nub with the tip of his tongue, and his skillful, deliberate movements had you seeing stars.

He curled his fingers within you, pressing into a sensitive spot in your cunt at the same time he swiped his tongue over your clit. It elicited a long, squealing moan from your lips, and your grip on his hair tightened as your toes curled.

“Yes, yes, oh god, just like that,” you panted. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close!”

You dared to peer down at Nanami working at your pussy, and the sight alone of him in between your legs almost sent you careening over the edge.

It wasn’t until he peeked up at you through his long lashes with his tongue still deep in your cunt, that the wave of euphoria crashed over you, and you screamed out his name as you found your release. Nanami kept you pressed tightly against his mouth and drank up your essence – eager to have you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

You could’ve sworn you blacked out for a moment – you had never had an orgasm quite like that.

You released his locks and dropped back onto the desk with one of your arms flying to cover your eyes and protect them from the ceiling lamps. Your legs may have been shaking like leaves in a hurricane, and your breathing may have been irregular, but you had never, ever felt this good.

If he was able to make you cum like that with just his tongue and his fingers, you couldn’t wait to have his cock inside of you.

Nanami took the opportunity to rid you completely of your defiled pantyhose and underwear before getting up from his spot on the floor and wiping your remaining juices from his face with one of his clean fingers. He stared you dead in the eyes as he sucked all of his digits clean and you bit down on your lip lustfully.

You wanted to do unspeakable things to this man.

But, for now, your focus was on making him feel as good as he had made you feel.

Despite your still-trembling limbs, you propped yourself up and managed to stand before him to thank him with a sloppy kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned into the kiss as he pulled your naked body close against him. You could feel the hardness of his erection begging to be released from the confines of his slacks and you were more than eager to help him take care of that.

“Was that okay?” he asked. You gawked at him before pulling him in for another kiss.

“Was that, okay? You just gave me one of the best orgasms of my entire life and you’re asking me if that was okay?” you laughed. “That was more than okay – and I would love to thank you properly.”

“No thanks necessary – I might have enjoyed that even more than you did.”

Your pussy throbbed at his words, and you palmed at the prominent bulge in his pants. He bit down on his tongue to stifle a moan and you tutted at him, rubbing your palm against him in a circular motion and leaning into his ear.

“I want to hear you, Mr. Nanami,” you whispered. “Now be a good boy and have a seat for me.”

You could hear him gulp expectantly as he followed orders and took a seat in his desk chair. You planted your palms on his thighs and ran your hands all over them, teasingly brushing over his erection.

You could feel the corded muscles of his quads flex as you used them to help you lower yourself into a kneeling position in front of him, but before you reached the ground, he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said. You eyed him curiously as he pulled his arms free of his sleeves and removed his button-down shirt. He folded it up and placed it on the ground, right where your knees were set to land. “I want you to be comfortable.”

You had known this man all of one hour, but you could already confidently say that he was perfect.

He spread his legs out wide enough so that you can squeeze yourself in between them, and you leisurely dragged your index finger from his sternum down to the trail of blond hairs directly below his navel. You lightly scratched his skin with your manicured nail, and drew a loaded sigh from Nanami’s lips.

His belt was unbuckled in a matter of seconds, and you could hear the creaking of leather as he gripped onto the arms of his chair, clearly growing excited by the prospect you taking him into your mouth. Next came the button of slacks, followed by the zipper which you pulled down slowly, teasing him just as he had teased you before.

Nanami lifted his hips for you to be able to pull down his pants and boxer briefs, and you couldn’t help but moan when his cock sprung free.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathed.

To say he had a nice cock would be an understatement. It was longer than most of the ones you had seen, and definitely girthier. Most impressive of all was how big his balls were, and you couldn’t wait to feel them slap against your pussy when he inevitably fucked you on his desk.

Precum glistened on the tip of his cock, and you carefully wrapped one of your hands around his length, using the pad of your thumb to spread his precum all over the head. Nanami shuddered and you experimentally swirled your tongue around his swollen tip. He hissed at your actions, and what you wanted more than anything was to hear more of those sweet sounds come out of him.

You allowed saliva to pool in your mouth, and stared up at him as you let it flow from your lips to moisten his cock. A few more pumps of your hand coated him entirely with your makeshift lubricant, and once you were satisfied, you jerked him off with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.

Nanami groaned as your pace quickened and you continued to rub at his tip with your thumb. His cock twitched in your hand, and you took that as your cue to switch over to using your mouth.

“God,” he moaned. “You’re really good at this.”

You stared up at him from your spot in between his legs, and you could tell he loved the view of you on your knees with his fat cock stuffed into your mouth. He threw his head back when you took him deeper into your throat, and you could hear his grip on the leather arms tighten when he heard you gagging on his length.

He was so big that you wondered just how you were even physically able to take his cock bottoming out in your throat, but you were up for the challenge – especially when he rewarded you with those incredibly sexy moans.

Your hand continued to play with those heavy balls of his, while your other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and jerked him off. Whatever couldn’t fit in your fist was taken care of by your mouth, and the sloppiness of your blowjob had spit dripping down his cock and onto the leather seat of his chair.

You wanted to suck the life out of this man but, much to your dismay, he stopped you.

“W-wait,” he stuttered. You pulled your mouth off of his cock with a loud ‘pop’ and glanced up at him through your lashes. He grabbed onto your forearms and helped you stand before bringing you in for a kiss. He started with your lips, and then trailed down your neck, lightly biting on your pulse point. “I don’t want to cum until I’ve properly fucked you.”

“Mr. Nanami, there is nothing proper about what I want you to do to me,” you teased. He growled in your ear and spun you around so your back was against his chest. His hand snaked around you and down in between your legs to rub at your clit, causing you to whimper and grind your ass against his fully erect cock.

While his index and middle fingers alternated between rubbing your clit and dipping into your pussy, he planted his free hand on your upper back and urged you forward so that you were bent over his desk, wet cunt on full display from behind.

Nanami grabbed his cock, spreading your slick coating his fingers down his entire length, and giving it a few solid pumps. He slipped himself between your legs, and rubbed himself along your folds without entering you – it was excruciating.

“Please,” you whined. “I need you inside of me.”

He went out of his way to torture you, and only gave you the satisfaction of him slowly inserting just the tip inside of you. You whimpered and attempted to thrust your hips backwards so that he could sink into you further, but he wouldn’t allow it, instead keeping you firmly in place so he could go at his pace.

“I’m going to go slow, okay?”

He said this out of concern for you, knowing that taking his entire cock might be a bit difficult even though you were more than fully prepped. He pushed into you slowly, and with every inch, you grew more and more impatient and desperate for him to actually fuck you.

The delicious stretch of his cock within your walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your grip on the desk’s lip intensified to the point you were sure your nails were going to leave crescent-shaped marks in the wood.

Nanami let out a sigh of immense satisfaction as he bottomed out and held your ass flush against his pelvis.

“Fuck, Nanami, you feel so fucking good,” you breathed. Your walls clenched around him and he groaned.

“You’re so tight and wet,” he moaned. “Let me know when I can move.”

“Nanami, if you don’t fuck me into this desk right now, I swear to- ah!”

Before you could finish your sentence, Nanami pulled himself almost completely out of your pussy and slammed himself back into you. The few pens that remained on his desk clattered to the floor as Nanami fucked into you so hard the wood started protesting underneath you. Your moans, Nanami’s grunts, and the creaking of the desk were perfectly in sync and you were almost certain the desk was going to give out at any moment.

The two of you were so loud, it was a wonder you could even hear the sound of skin smacking together as he incessantly fucked you from behind and had his balls slapping against your cunt.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned, and he tangled his fingers in your hair to keep your head pressed against the desk, trapping you in your current position and surrendering yourself to him completely.

“Harder – I want you to fuck me harder!” you cried out. Eager to please, Nanami pushed into you so hard that the desk began to scoot across the floor. “God! Yes! Just like that! Oh, God, right there, right there!”

The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and you cried out shamelessly – all worries of someone possibly overhearing you flew out the window. Your walls tightened around him as you felt yourself rapidly approaching your release.

“Don’t,” he said, emphasizing his warning his another hard thrust. “Don’t squeeze my cock like that unless you want me to cum inside you.”

“And what if that is what I want?” you asked teasingly, choking out your words as your legs began to give out. “I want you to cum in me – I want it so bad.”

“Careful,” he cautioned – another thrust.

“I want you to fuck me like you want to put a baby in me,” you said. Nanami groaned and his cock twitched within your walls; you let out a laugh in disbelief. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

You whined with disappointment as he completely pulled out of you, denying you your orgasm, and you squealed in surprise when he flipped you over so that you were lying with your back flat against the desk and your legs hanging over the edge. Nanami grabbed your calves and slung one leg over each of his shoulders.

You had to spread your legs out quite a bit to accommodate his size, and you admired the view of his large, sturdy frame in between your thighs. You hungrily eyed his bulging muscles and, if you weren’t dying for instant gratification, you would love to experiment with him and see what kind of crazy, acrobatic positions he’d be able fuck you in.

Nanami lined his cock up with your entrance and thrust himself back into you without warning.

“Say it again,” he commanded.

“Fuck a baby into me – I want you to fuck a baby into me!”

“Good girl.”

Your cries were rewarded with Nanami relentlessly pounding into you, and his ferocity only spurred you on as you began to mindlessly babble.

“Do you want me to make you a daddy?” you asked. Nanami grunted in time with another hard thrust, and you screamed out in pleasure. “Yeah, I’ll make you a daddy – fuck a baby into me, daddy.”

“You want me to stuff you full of my cum?” he asked, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned.

Something within him must have snapped, and if you thought he was fucking your brains out before, he was fucking the life out of you now.

There was something about seeing a man like him become totally undone that drove you absolutely mad. He was so well put together and self-actualized that you felt an immense sense of pride in being the cause of his absolutely primal behavior. His baritone voice made your cunt throb with every grunt, because it was just so damn animalistic, and his nostrils flared every time he hit your cervix. His hair had fallen out of place and was plastered against his forehead with sweat from fucking you like his life depended on it – he was the very image of perfection.

Nanami, of course, thought you were an absolute vision. The way your tits bounced every time he pounded into you and the way your voice started to become hoarse from your non-stop moaning and screaming made his cock twitch.

A ring of cream was forming around the base of his cock and he slipped in and out of you so easily it seemed almost unreal.

“You want me to fill you up?” he asked. You moaned your affirmation and he brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing it furiously and drawing another scream out of you. “Use your words.”

“Yes, God, yes!” you cried. “I want you to fucking stuff me full of your cum – wanna make you a daddy!”

He could feel your legs trembling on his shoulders and your pussy spasming from the overstimulation of his cock inside of you and his thumb drawing circles on your clit.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me when I tell you to?”

“Yes, please, I want to cum so bad – please, please, please” you begged. Nanami continued to fuck into you, not granting you even a millisecond of rest, until his thrusts became erratic as he felt himself nearing his orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he finally ordered. Your body obeyed of its own volition, and you released one final, high-pitched scream as you convulsed around him, cumming all over his cock.

It was the final push he needed to find his own release, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he emptied himself into your hot, wet cunt. Amidst the sounds of your screams and his moans, you heard something that sounded suspiciously like wood cracking.

The two of you stayed put for a moment, collecting yourselves and steadying your breathing, before Nanami slipped his soft cock out of you. You groaned at suddenly feeling so empty.

“Jesus Christ,” you panted. There was so much more you wanted to say – this was the best sex you had ever had and you wanted to praise him for it, but you were at a loss for words because of him probably literally fucking your brains out.

A moan escaped you when you felt Nanami shove a finger into your overly-sensitive pussy.

“You’re not going to waste a single drop,” he said, stuffing his cum back into your dripping cunt. You whined and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Nanami, ever the gentleman, helped you sit up, and you yelped when one of the desk’s legs snapped, dropping one side to the floor and cracking the wooden frame. The sudden movement made you stumble and almost roll off the desk, but Nanami wrapped his arms around your torso before you could fall over.

The two of you had done it, you had actually broken the desk.

You stared at each other in shock, and the silence was broken when you burst into a fit of laughter. Nanami’s brow furrowed.

“I have no idea how I’m going to explain this,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair, slicking the stray, damp locks away from his forehead.

“Don’t worry too much about it – I’ll make sure to make a large donation to the school.”

“How generous of you,” he teased.

The two of you quickly got dressed and you turned to check the clock on the wall.

“Oh, it’s late,” you observed. “I need to pick Yuji up from the Fushiguro’s place.”

“Well, I certainly hope I won’t have to wait until the next parent/teacher conference to see you again,” Nanami said. His face was still flushed from your earlier activities, but you imagined that the redness of his cheeks intensified as he expressed his desire to continue whatever relationship the two of you now had.

You reached into your purse to pull out your wallet and plucked one of your business cards from the inner sleeve, handing it over to him with a coy smile.

“Maybe next time we can try this on my desk,” you purred. You grabbed your coat from its spot on the chair and stood on your toes to give him one final peck goodbye. “Have a good night, Kento. I’ll see you again very soon.”

OFFSIDE CRUSH | “IS SHAWTY OKAY???”

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Not so fun, Fun Facts 😝:

1. The texts with her mom were originally going to be with Nagi, but you chose to have her go to her mom instead to show how isolated she’s starting to feel from the boys.

2. The group chat is unusually quiet this chapter not because they don’t care, but because they don’t know how to approach her after everything blew up. Even Bachira’s holding back.

3. Nagi has typed and deleted at least 5 messages to her, but hasn’t sent any. He’s trying to respect the distance, but it’s killing him too.

4. Ego didn’t yell at her during their meeting. Instead, his disappointment was calm, and that hurt more than anything.

5. Nagi still has the playlist on repeat (specifically Freudian by Daniel Caesar & Baptized In Fear by The Weeknd)

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Bonten’s Princess | Baby trapping

Chapter 1/? | “Heaven and Back”

Bonten Tokyo Revengers x fem reader (gang bang).

18+ MDNI. Reblogs, likes and comments are so appreciated! Happy Valentine’s Day!

WC: 14,240.

Tag list (comment to join!): @lem0nsquezy @nutyy @tellynojelly @bontensbabygirl 

★ You are a member of the Bonten organization, having romantic and sexual affairs with all of the members and often getting gang banged. You threaten to leave Bonten during a fight with Sano Manjiro. He takes matters into his own hands by stealing your birth control and getting rid of it. One evening with all the executives in your penthouse, you are gangbanged by Bonten. Mikey baby traps you and all of the executives cum inside you without any protection, because your life is better with them. Even if he has to prove it to you, you belong with Mikey. Will you get pregnant? Who is the father?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37055383/chapters/92459122 Cross Posted to my AO3.

TW: Reader gets fucked while she’s drunk, rough sex, baby trapping, dub con, drunk sex, mention of drugs, violence and guns. If these make you uncomfortable, please do not read.

Kinks: Creampies, breeding, BDSM, bondage, toys, bimbo reader, size kink, slapping, choking, vaginal sex, oral, sugar daddy, overstimulation, daddy kink & a lot more!

A/N: Hi babes! I am so excited to be posting this. Welcome to the first chapter of my Bonten arc, Tokyo Revengers baby trapping story. We are starting things off with a bang! I am not sure how many chapters this will be, most likely 5-10! I’ve put so much effort into this first chapter, I hope you all love it. Please let me know if you want more. Please read the end notes! I love Mikey so much, so I am so excited to develop a plot for this.

Read below, I hope you enjoy this first chapter! ⇩( ◠‿◠ )

You’re a Bonten executive and also having sexual affairs with members of the criminal organization. Your life was anything but boring.

You lived in a fancy penthouse they paid and provided all for you. Bonten is known as the most dangerous crime groups in all of Japan. You were a young adult and the youngest member in Bonten, your place in the gang was as Bonten’s princess and Mikey’s girl. It was normal for you to be gangbanged by the members regularly, having threesomes and sex whenever they wanted. There you were, also a decently dangerous girl knowing if anyone was to mess with you, they’d be killed. You were a lot more fragile and sensitive than them of course. You were a few years younger than most of them.

You were on birth control due to the fact you were young and not ready for a baby. But the last 2 weeks, you haven’t taken your birth control. You couldn’t find it? This made you confused and frustrated, but just held off on seeing the doctor for a new pack due to business matters getting a little busy. After an argument with Mikey, being stubborn as usual in which you threatened to leave Bonten and kick them out of your life. It was mainly out of anger and you didn’t really mean it, but sometimes thoughts bubbled up in your head that this wasn’t such a good idea.

You were a young, beautiful and kind woman with so much promise to the world. You could definitely find the husband you needed to fit your lifestyle to settle down and have a child with.

You were unable to deny you enjoyed the luxury lifestyles and constant assurance of knowing you’re safe with the Bonten members looking out for you. You were Bonten’s Princess after all. You grew up having a quiet life, with school and career goals, until you met Sano Manjiro at a bar one night, you caught his attention and the rest was history. Bars were never your thing, yet for some reason that night you decided to go which brought you to that fateful encounter.

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11:30 PM

You were currently in your luxury pent house’s living area on a fancy black leather couch, you sat holding a wine glass while wearing a black, sparkly, short and sexy dress. You were sipping your sparkly alcoholic beverage while sitting on Takeomi’s lap. You were practically his baby doll. His one hand around your waist while the other hand holding an Old Fashioned. Mikey, Ran, Kokonoi, Sanzu, Kakucho, Mochi and Rindou were also there. Drinking and smoking while chatting about various topics. You drank some sparkling rosé wine which was sweet, a lot more pleasant than white wine; still indulging in those feminine likings of sweet drinks. It was a nice night, the city was quiet and the weather was pleasent. The perfect night for this.

You had on some mini black heels, your makeup was done nicely with a dark eye look enhancing your (color) twinkly orbs. You had on the Miss Dior perfume, it was just as elegant as you. You were dating a few of the members in the gang, it was a difficult and different relationship to say the least. Though the men found their ways to keep you to themselves. It wasn’t intended, it just sorta happened.

The men in the room had their fancy dress shirts, slacks and suits on. The typical attire. Not to mention they smelled amazing. Many of them wearing designer clothing and using masculine and sexy colognes that made you go into a state of hypnosis. You got showered in presents by your fellow executives too as you often helped them out with syndicate related matters. You weren’t too deep into crime like some of them. They currently sat having drinks, smoking weed, cigarettes and eating appetizers off of a black tray.

All sorts of fancy cheese, crackers, mini sandwiches filled the tray. It was a perfect evening for a get together with the guys like this.

”Listen, I think we should hit up a strip club to see if we can get any entertainment.” Haruchiyo’s voice boomed, taking you out of your thoughts.

You frowned, darting an angry look to the pink haired man.

”We have no reason to go there, remember what happened last time? Man, you really have a few screws loose.” Kokonoi rolled his eyes.

“I was just kidding, but things have been pretty boring around here lately.” The pink haired male responded.

Rindou chuckled, “right.”

Takeomi was a lot older than you but incredibly sexy. “How’s the drink tasting baby? They make the wine good enough for ya doll?” He asked from behind you, his voice rasped making all the men look over to you, as you got pretty tipsy and filled with giggles at this time.

“It’s really good!” You smiled with the glass in your hand. “You guys always spoil me, thank you for buying this pretty dress, Takeomi.” You giggled blushing.

Maybe you were a little bit of a sugar baby to them. You’d often give the men strip shows, sex, blowjobs, anything they could ask for. You were younger than all of them, adorable at that too. The perfect bimbo they used to corrupt.

“Yeah, is it ever pretty. How about ya stand up n’ give us a little spin.” Sanzu looked at you up and down, his pink hair shining like gloss in the dim lights.

Takeomi let you get off his lap, you stood up on the white and black marble flooring. Your dress hugged your petite body, making your breasts pop out, showing off your small curves of your hips and waist. You spun around and gave a coy little grin, blowing a kiss in a flirty manner to Sanzu.

“Mm, very sexy” Kokonoi smirked as he looked at you. “You look like you’ve got a fancy date tonight or somethin’, what’s the occasion for getting so dolled up? You usually wear a mini dress or some skirt to these little drinking nights.” He questioned.

The other men were wondering why you decided to wear something new and so sexy and more makeup than usual. Your hair shined in the dim lighting, making the (color) hair glow, smooth like honey.

“Well I’m sure not complaining, what man doesn’t wanna look at pretty girls?” Kakucho with his legs crossed and arms leaning back across the chair smugly responded as you felt all eyes on you.

Sanzu whistled, he gave you an enthusiastic smile “god damn babygirl, you’re making me want to do bad things to you when I see you like this! I love the dress.”

“A date tonight? No way.” You shrugged, “I just wanted to look cute for you guys.” You flirted, using your feminine ways and trying to grasp their attention.

“How sweet" Koko replied.

“Guys I needed to bring this up to you… it’s pretty serious.” Your tone changed from lighthearted to a little more serious and almost worried tone, making a few eyebrows quirk up.

“I can’t find my birth control I left in my bathroom cabinet. I haven’t had it in a few weeks since we weren’t doing anything the last few weeks. Where is it?” You asked fearing the worst.

You knew you had threatened to leave Bonten after and argument not too long ago with Mikey and you’ve always known that what Mikey wants, Mikey gets.

You thought you had misplaced your packet of pills, and with how busy you were the last two weeks it wasn’t the biggest priority. You knew the guys wouldn’t do you bad, they loved and adored you. Though you had a feeling Mikey knew something about this and since you were all together here tonight, it was a good idea to ask at the very least.

Takeomi gave you a confused look, “I don’t know.”

Well, whatever. Nevermind.

“Seriously. One of you probably threw it out. Who was it?” You asked as you got mad, you weren’t raising your voice but it definitely sounded agitated.

“I said I don’t know, sweetie.” Takeomi grunted as some chuckles came from the older men.

“Sorry, pet. I’ve got no clue where it went. I was busy these last few days trying to deal with some unpleasant scum.” Sanzu replied, as sincere as he could be.

That’s when you heard Mikey speak as his voice boomed. He sat on a couch alone and in front of everybody. “We need to discuss something.”

You completely forgot he was there with how quiet he was tonight.

“Did you steal it Mikey?!” You asked turning around to face him in his chair. Looking all high and fucking mighty.

“Yes I did, and I threw it out. You can’t threaten to leave me like that after all I do for you, (Name).” Mikey’s voice was emotionless as he stared at you with a heartless expression.

”I thought you would’ve brought this matter up sooner.” He added in a tone that sounded like he was speaking to himself.

“The hell?! Why are you guys so damn obsessive over me. I’m a free and adult woman, I can do what a want. Besides… I don’t know if the gang life is for me.” Your voice trailed off.

That snapped the mellow tone of the atmosphere to a more intense one.

“Why not?” Kaku asked after a brief moment of silence and you sulked.

You thought for a moment and recalled all of the times you realized how dangerous this kind of life was.

You started to realize one day you want to get married and have kids, not yet of course you were still so young, barely an adult. You owned guns, have seen people get killed, drugs dealings and all sorts of crime, you weren’t sure how safe it would be for you to have a baby around here.

Feeling the intensity of the men in the room as they gave you dark looks with a tinge of possessiveness. They were so caring and took good care looking after you, so of course this would bother them. Just did not sit right.

A moment of silence again, you fucked up.

All the members knew you were a young, naïve and sometimes dumb girl. You often babbled about nonsense all the time, this was too far though. You can’t just leave. The constant spoiling, pampering, you were their little princess.

“I hate to leave at an awkward time but I just got a call, I need to go take it, boss.” Mochi said speaking up, grabbing his ringing cell phone as he left the pent house’s front door.

“Go ahead.” Mikey replied.

Taking a deep breath knowing it’s what you must do to confront Mikey. It was around your time of ovulation in the month where you were most fertile, it would surprise you if Mikey was tracking this.

“It’s because I love you guys so much. Except I want to get married possibly someday and have babies. I don’t know if we could raise a baby here safely. I don’t want them involved in the crime world, I want to be a good mother.” Your voice was timid and squeaky now, your lips were baby pink and plump. So feminine and desirable.

Mikey was the one to reply quickly. “Yes we can, of course we can, sweet pea.” His voice was soft, almost like he was telling you the way it had to be. “I could be a father to the baby and prioritize them with all safety in the world. You said you always wanted kids.”

“Yeah but not now-“

“Then how the fuck are we gonna fuck her? Last time she took a break off birth control you wouldn’t let us do anything.” Ran asked raising his voice slightly.

“Mikey’s word is law. He makes the decisions around here.” Sanzu snorted being loyal to his boss.

“Thank you, Sanzu. However, I think it’s only right we give her what she wants and to ravish her without her birth control. It’s unnatural for you body’s natural hormones, baby.” Mikey gave you a dark expression.

What was he going on about?

“I wouldn’t mind knocking her up, only if she wanted.” Takeomi took a puff of his cigarette.

“Hmph” you frowned, regarding your monthly period you were sure if you’d even get pregnant at this time of the month, you could always get Plan B behind Mikey’s back.

“You could never leave us, (Name). Life is so much better when you have us, you need us. Remember how you used to be an innocent little good girl? You couldn’t survive like that without someone to protect you?” Hajime asked you as you stood completely surrounded by the men.

“That’s right, you need us don’t you princess? I spoil you rotten, you can’t just take all my money and love, then run.” Sanzu purred, trying to hit a nerve.

You were often easily swayed by words.

“I don’t know about any of these jackasses but you’ve been making me pretty worked up lately with all these sexy outfits.” Rindou pointed out as you eyed him up and down, how handsome he looked in his formal suit. It accentuated his body well.

You went from feeling the buzz of alcohol to quickly getting into a drunken state, you were feeling bubbly.

Looking down to your hand you saw a promise ring Mikey gave you, and you wore diamond earrings Koko bought for you. You were spoiled rotten.

“Your life won’t be much better without us.” Mikey told you, it was the honest truth.

“So then, what are you going to do?” You asked as you made eye contact with Sano Manjiro, going right along with him in his game.

“You can’t leave me, that isn’t the right thing to do. We belong together and we are family. You are nothing without me, Bonten is your life. I don’t want you finding anybody else, they'll mess it up.” He spoke with darkness laced in his malicious tone. Mikey did this, when his dark side came out it was always something you never messed with.

“You know he is right too, (Name).” Takeomi the group’s advisor told you. “You’re a defenseless girl and we love you, no need to cut off such a healthy relationship.” He flashed his teeth to you with a sly grin.

“How about ya c’mere and sit in my lap?” Koko asked patting to his lap, you were feeling tipsy and vulnerable to the difficult situation.

“Mm Hajime, I’m starting to feel drunk and my head feels weird.” You mutter out as you walked over to him in your heels, they clicked as you walked across the floor, your hips swaying slightly as your black, sparkly dress shined.

“It’s for your own good.” Mikey added while watching. His arm was leaning on the arm of the chair, he propped himself up with his hand against his chin.

You looked at Koko’s appearance and his styled hair with, his black eyes looking into your orbs. He was one of the more dressy executives, his golden earrings flashing as they caught your attention. He could easily calculate your every move and predicted what would be happening tonight.

You sat in his lap and felt his hand stroking your thigh, facing him you bit your lip. He was a dangerous man, good at making money in all illegal ways. He was good at the criminal schemes he took part in. Even being associated with Kokonoi meant you were bound to be rich. These men were all dangerous and could easily hurt you.

“Tonight, I command we do a gangbang on (Name). We will continue fucking her as long as it takes to get her pregnant, so don’t hold back men. I’ll be the one to finish in her last. I’ll stay here and anything I see and don’t like will be stopped immediately.” Mikey spoke up to the group, those words making you immediately nervous.

“Fine by me.” Koko snickered as his hand trailed up to your breasts he groped them through your dress as he squeezed them. "Consider this punishment."

“No, can’t we talk about this?” You squirmed “I love being fucked by you all but please let me get back on birth control first, please.” You begged, giving him big puppy eyes.

“Come on missy. You might not even get pregnant, we’ve done it raw before and nothin’ happened.” Sanzu rolled his eyes, getting tired of your attitude.

Koko replied to the man, “well you probably just got lucky. She’s young and fertile, god, I bet we’d have the cutest babies. There’s no deeper love than this.” He grinned looking at you.

“After, if she doesn’t get pregnant we will just wait and try again some other month. It’s really her choice, she has options if she wants Plan B or not. If she does get pregnant, we will have to find out who the dad is.” Mikey spoke to the group as he got up from his seat and walked over to the large open window revealing the nighttime city lights.

“I’m sure this could be interesting, we could make some bets on who the dad is.” Sanzu liked the ideas the boss was throwing out.

“I’m only (your age) years old, I’m still a bit young for a baby, even if my body craves it.” Your voice was shallow and filled with nerves.

“I don’t know about you guys but I’ve always thought our baby girl would look adorable pregnant with a swollen belly.” Kaku glanced over to you with loving eyes.

There was a table in the middle of all the couches where the men placed their respective drinks and snacks.

Koko’s hand discreetly went underneath your short dress and touched your clit through your panties as you whimpered quietly. This exposed your (favorite color) lacy and sexy panties you bought for yourself, this did not go unnoticed.

Koko’s hand went from touching your clit outside of your panties to snaking his hand underneath the thin fabric as his fingers rubbed gentle circles on your clit. Your body leaned against his chest, he was wearing a burgundy top which made him look irresistible. You let out a whine as he touched your clit, giving a little lewd mewl.

“That’s my girl.” Koko praised, the men in the room amused by your release of the noise of pleasure.

“She’s such a weak little executive for Bonten, yet the most valuable member as our sex toy.” Bonten’s number 3 Kaku spoke as he was relaxed on the couch holding his drink.

His fingers continued to rub your clit as you arched your back.

“Mm” you whimper gently as your eyes flutter shut.

“As always, she likes doin' it while all drunk or high.” Sanzu chuckled watching your face became flushed, a shade of pink that reminded him of cotton candy.

“How about ya take that dress off? As cute as it is I’d rather see what lingerie you got on underneath.” Takeomi, the older man looked at you as you stood up, feeling a bit dizzy from the alcohol.

“Speaking of which, I got some new sex toys, I think we could use on her…” Sanzu trailed off with a dirty smirk on his face, his eyes revealing the dirty intentions he had with you. You examined all of his piercings and how truly hot his appearance was.

“And what exactly might they be?” Rindou asked in curiosity, tilting his head.

“I got some nipple clamps, a spreader bar, vibrators, some of the BDSM equipment any freak could ask for!” His slightly droopy eyes looked into yours, you bit your lip in response. He was a pretty blunt and outgoing guy, totally crazy with drugs though.

“How does that sound Mikey?” Sanzu asked knowing Mikey’s word was most important and Haruchiyo Sanzu stayed loyal to Mikey’s beliefs.

“You’re free to do what you like. As long as we get her pregnant, I wouldn’t want her to leave us.” Mikey walked back over to his chair as he sat down on it. You knew how manipulative Sanzu was, he was the most sadistic too.

“Strip, (Name).” Mikey spoke to you as you realized you had no other option, either they were going to brutally fuck you or you could go along with it.

Besides you started to feel a tingly and hot sensation down in your panties. You hadn’t masturbated or been fucked in awhile now.

“Dumb girl.” Mikey taunted.

You slowly unzipped the zipper to your black and sparkly dress that glimmered in the low toned lighting. Perhaps the lighting was setting the mood.

You slide the dress down to the luxury tiled flooring and stepped out of it, sliding your heels off. You were significantly smaller than all of the men, your body was small and you were surrounded by hungry males awaiting to devour you.

Your figure was on full display for the men in the room. You were wearing a matching (favorite color) lace bra, which the colors brought out your eyes and it was a fancy designer brand. Hell, even your whole face of makeup and outfit from tonight were worth a few thousand dollars.

You didn’t have the biggest curves but your body had little feminine curves that made your hips and waist look absolutely stunning. You shyly look up awaiting a response.

“Don’t worry, (Name). You can always get the morning after pill tomorrow, I’ll allow it.” Mikey gave you a crooked half smile, which made you wonder how sincere he was but you trusted him.

You nodded your head feeling the comfort in his unbeknownst to you, fake reassurance.

“Thank you Mikey.” You softly replied.

“Lay on the couch, princess. Let me get you ready and all wet for tonight.” Koko smirked.

“I’ll go get the toys from the other room” Sanzu said as he stood up and walked out of the room, his feet making sound with each step he took.

In your drunken state you walked over to the empty couch, all of the men were on opposite couches. It was spacious so there was enough room for everyone to sit comfortably in your living area. You laid on the cool and black, leather couch. Your head gently resting on a cushion.

“All bark, no bite.” Sanzu chuckled as he entered the room with all of the toys and bondage materials he mentioned. “Wise of ya, baby. You know we have guns here, so make sure you’re obedient.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, I’m sorry for threatening to leave. Bonten is what my life is dedicated to.” You slurred your words through the alcohol hitting your system.

“Good girl. We will always take care of you and fuck you better than anyone ever could. Anyone who doesn’t fit in Bonten are scraps.”

Koko came back to the couch you were on, getting on top of you, he grabbed your arms and held them down dominantly. Koko pressed his soft lips that had the lingering scent of alcohol on them onto your pink lips that were in a pout. Your body felt like it was getting all hot and sensitive at this sensation.

His tongue collided with yours, he explored your mouth with his tongue. Your spit getting all over your chest as you whimper and plead for more.

”F-feels good.” You commented through out the kiss and brief make out session.

Koko’s mouth went to your neck, sucking on the skin and giving a slight bit to it as he was covering you in hickeys. One after the other on your neck. “Don’t forget, you’re my woman.” He sternly spoke as his hands trail down your silky-soft skin.

“So pretty when you’re all embarrassed and shy. Don’t act like you don’t love being gangbaged by us.” Koko’s voice was laced with sultry as some of the men in the room licked their lips in hunger.

“Y-yes, gangbangs with Bonten are always the best”. You responded, you looked so dumb and innocent. You were the perfect little bimbo.

“You look beautiful tonight, sweetie. Flaunting how cutesy you are.” His voice was raspy as you whimpered and squirmed under him, desperately anticipating for him to do something.

He sat you up to unhook your bra, as pretty as it was, he wanted you totally bare for him. Removing the bra and sliding it off your body, tossing it to the ground. Koko’s hands now made their way to your panties, your hips bucked as you whimpered. He hadn’t even touched you and you were already so needy.

He reached down to your lace (color) panties and slid them down, taking them off of your body and tossing them down to the ground. You were entirely naked in front of all the Bonten members, total eye candy to them.

You instinctively spread your legs open for Koko, he started by pressing kisses on your inner thighs, causing tingles to run down your spine. Your pussy was already soaked, making him hum as he noticed how much it was dripping.

“Silly girl, she’s wet already. Absolutely dripping.” Koko’s voice spoke to the men, causing a few snickers from the men.

“So I suppose she doesn’t mind this to an extent.” Rindou said in a low-toned voice, feeling his cock becoming hard in his pants from your cute figure.

“P-please, wanna feel good.” You begged, needing Koko to touch you.

He chuckled in amusement at your current state. “You’re like dessert, ya know? Taste so sweet and your scent is intoxicating baby.” With that Koko’s tongue glided against your slit, pressing a kiss on your little clit.

“Mmm! Missed this so much!” You whined quietly, your eyes shutting as you let out a drunk giggle.

You raised your hand and ran your hand through the man’s smooth hair.

His tongue flicked against your clit, sucking on your sensitive nub, making you fall into a state of pleasure that felt incredible.

“Koko-“ you meekly mewled, you couldn’t deny, it did feel a little embarrassing yet so fucking sexy having all of the men in the room get hard at the sight of you being eaten out.

“Ahh Koko, it is making me feel really good.” You moaned softly, you took in the notes of his seductive cologne. It had scents of sandalwood, lavender and a hint of some spices.

You and Koko were very close, regularly going on on dates and having sex together. He was one of the people you were around the most, he had known you the longest too along with Manjiro.

Koko’s tongue dipped into your hole, exploring it with his tongue as he tasted your sweet arousal. A massive bulge growing in his boxers.

“Hajime, please more.” You begged, your voice becoming more high pitched.

He made love to your clit, gently spreading your folds with his tongue as he teased your clit. Sucking and licking at your sensitive button, resulting in you arching your back and your pussy becoming even more soaked than prior. Surely, you’d be ready to take cock soon enough.

”It feels so good!” Your voice lewdly let out in pleasure, making Rindou grunt.

“Pleasure slut, only focused on yourself huh? That’s going to change tonight.” The man commented as the room was relatively silent with all eyes on you.

Koko stayed focused on pleasuring your tight cunt. Holding your legs open as they began to tremble, you felt the blood rush to your face as it was heating up. He was making your pussy feel incredible as the waves of pleasure built up stronger and stronger.

Your nipples were slightly puffy as Takeomi admired your body in this state. “Does it feel good, baby?” He asked, finally putting the cigarette butt in the ash tray.

“Omi, feels so good daddy-“ you cry out, entering a full state of lust and desire for the men to take you.

You weren’t on birth control now, but fuck it.

“Pretty little girl, can’t wait to fill ya up. You’re safe with us.” Takeomi Akashi said.

Which was funny he said that, as there were guns on the coffee table beside Sanzu.

All eyes were on you, this felt like a dream. Or the fantasy of some perverted girl.

Koko’s mouth pleasuring your pussy felt too good, it was making you closer to a high feeling his tongue explore your sensitive areas. He was so damn good at eating pussy too, the man knew exactly how to pleasure you and all the right ways to tease you.

“Ah! ‘M gonna cum, I can’t take it no more. It’s so damn good!” You moaned loudly.

“Cum for me princess, let it out. Cum on my tongue, baby girl.” Koko encouraged you, giving you praise as he kept licking your clit with his tongue.

Feeling the rushing and high sensation of your orgasm washing over your body, you bucked your hips as your legs began to shake and twitch.

“Koko! I’m cumming, god it feels so good. I needa get fucked so hard tonight.” You innocently whined, yet letting out such dirty words as you came.

You let out some heavy breaths as you came down from your high, giving a little soft smile. “Thank you, Koko.”

Takeomi stood up and grabbed you. He lifted you up, laying you down on your back on the table that was in the penthouse living room in the middle of all the couches, which also had a pool table, theatre sized TV and various things you enjoyed such as a cabinet filled with champagne and a mini bar. The pent house had a very modern and sleek look, anyone's dream home.

Your head turned to look out the large window observing the city night lights. Your body was completely naked and bare for all of the Bonten members to feast their eyes on your small and bare form. You were fertile too, off the pill and ready for breeding.

Takeomi smelled of yucky cigarettes with a mix of alcohol and cologne. His black and blonde hair lighting up in the lighting of the sensual atmosphere of the room. He had a burning lust and drive to take you.

He was tall and much bigger than you, this made you feel excited. He hasn’t even touched you yet and you were mewling and whining, now fully ready for cock.

“So needy.” You heard Mikey say as he watched you with a blank expression, almost as if he didn’t give a fuck to the sight unfolding in front of him.

Sanzu gave chuckle, “that’s our little weakling, you’re not so tough when we put you into that submissive state are ya? Girls are so precious.”

You whimpered a “nu uh”, biting your lip looking up at the man who was in between your legs.

“I need it, Takeomi sir.” Your voice was angelic.

“What do you need slut?” He asked exuding dominance.

“Your cock, need to get fucked so badly” your legs squirmed, feeling more needy for cock than ever before. Your voice went all high pitched and desperate for them.

“Well gentlemen tonight is the night we find out who has the weakest sperm.” Rindou commented, followed by a few small laughs.

All current executives were sitting on 3 couches you had in your living space. Sanzu and Kaku on one, Rindou and Ran on another, then Koko on the couch you were previously on.

Takeomi undid his black belt, then unbuttoned his black slacks and removed them, he slipped off his boxers. He also took off his dress shirt which was white and striped tie. You spread your legs open as a lewd expression was pressed on your blushing face. A face that was of an innocent girl ready to get her cunt drilled.

You looked down as he pulled his large cock out, it was around 7 inches and girthy. He was experienced in the bedroom.

The older man lined up his cock with your glossy, wet slit as he slowly pushed himself in your hole gently, his cock dripping with pre cum; you knew damn well you were getting knocked up tonight.

You’d even go as far of thinking that Mikey was being slick enough to track your cycle at this point.

You let out a loud moan, “oh fuck!” your pussy was being stretched open by him.

Takeomi let out a groan as you looked at his toned body, getting more turned on.

“This pussy is tight as fuck as always, can tell you’ve never fucked many guys.” The man took pleasure in letting his cock fill up every inch of your tight and warm cunt that happily wrapped around him welcoming him.

“Mmm, I missed this so much. You haven’t fucked me in a bit, sir.” Calling him that sweet word which made him feel powerful.

He didn’t thrust just yet, letting you adjust to his size.

”No need to leave us, ask for my credit card whenever and you got it. Yeah princess?”

You squeezed around his cock, feeling turned on by the way he spoke to you.

“Good girl, wrapping around my cock so tightly, like we first time we ever fucked huh?” Takeomi grunted as you mewled. You let out those innocent yet so dirty, high-pitched lewd noises.

“Mikey, can’t do this-“ you whined out knowing how you were bound to get pregnant if all these men came inside you.

“Shut up, take it. Let’s make a happy future.” Mikey ordered.

“Baby-“ Takeomi started looking down at you, your eyes looked like they were begging for him to stop.

You smelled the liquor on his breath as he gave a concerned gaze. Who the hell was he to push having a kid onto you? Takeomi was the kind of guy who was maybe a little rough around the edges, but he spoiled you rotten with fancy dinners and bouquets of (your favorite) flowers.

“Mmph?” You sulked as you looked up into his piercing eyes.

“I can just pull out.”

“No, I’ll take it.” You replied quietly, with some whistles and clapping from the guys in the room observing you, letting your lust take over.

Maybe the thought you might get pregnant hasn’t really sunk in yet.

Takeomi thrusted his big cock inside your tight cunt, going slow at first then building up a nice pace as you felt waves of pleasure building up in your pussy. Your legs felt all shaky as you wrapped them around Takeomi’s body pulling him in.

“Nnnn, fuck.” You cry out in pleasure

“God, (Name). I fucking love you princess, so beautiful.”

”Love you always, daddy.” You responded, your (cup size) breasts bouncing as he fucked you.

He leaned down to kiss you, pressing his soft lips against your plump and pouty lips. You mewled against them, your little lewd nosies were music to his ears. His cock thrusted against your cervix, his cock was already leaking with his pre-cum before entering you, all of it was surely making way into your womb.

His tongue collided with yours as you opened your mouth giving him leeway to explore, you were able to take in the scent of the cologne he had on. The musk of tobacco with woody accords, some notes of lemon that flirted with a lovely scent of cedar that gave for the perfect scent for Takeomi.

God, weren’t you ever spoiled rotten? Being given all these wonderful things like handbags, designer outfits, shoes, makeup and perfume. Sure the situation wasn’t ideal, but they would take care of your baby. It’s not like you were so material based, but they did adore you.

“Feels good in my pussy” your high pitched tone made him groan as he held onto your waist thrusting deep into you.

“Shit, princess. You feeling good? Your lips look so pretty wrapping around my cock, god your pussy looks so pretty like this. Wish you could see.” The man whispered into your ear, resulting in sultry moans booming from your mouth.

“Y-yes, it’ making me feel rweally good.” You whimper.

His thrusts got harder and deeper, your body had a hard time taking his whole cock but you did it. It felt so good being streched out by Takeomi, the older man.

"Omi, more please! I love your big cock."

He bucked his hips as he pounded into your cunt that was wet and gripping him.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetie. Stay just like that.” Akashi moaned as his thrusts were rough, getting sloppy too. You nodded your head in response with a dirty smirk pressed on your face with bright, cotton candy flushed cheeks.

You giggle “yes, please cum inside me. Do it raw!” You begged, you were over taken by your high. Completely forgetting that this wasn’t what you wanted.

You heard him let out a loud groan as Bonten’s advisor began to cum inside of you. His hot, white and milky liquids filling up your pussy as you whined and moaned underneath him. He stayed inside your pussy balls deep for a moment after cumming, as if trying to make sure it all was filling you up and staying put. He let out a soft chuckle as he pulled out, watching some of his seed drip out of you.

“So beautiful, not too sure why but the fact you’re unprotected makes it a little more hot right now.” Takeomi darted as he began to pull his boxers up and do up his pants before sitting back on the couch and grabbing his glass of an unfinished drink.

You got a moment to breathe, your nerves began to sink in a little. Were you really going to get pregnant tonight?

Your hearing felt muffled as you heard some shuffling around and some of the men talking before getting back into focus.

Now Rindou got up and walked toward your place on the luxury table, which all the furniture in your penthouse was high class and luxury. Your eyes made you look like you were hypnotized, you bit down on your lip. Which unintentionally made you look like a total tease.

“Rindou” you call out and he smirked.

You looked at his light lilac hair. You could see his bulge and how hard his cock was as he approached you. His shiny earrings filling your drunk and dizzy vision. He was so handsome.

“Baby girl, so weak and fragile. All bark and no bite, you claimed you were thinking about leaving me and here you are yet again being used like a slut. Is my girlfriend really so silly to believe she can get away without my permission?” Rindou asked with a sadistic look on his handsome face.

He was one of your favorites in Bonten, you loved getting fucked roughly by him. It was hard to pick a favorite man when they all treated you so well and had their own great highlights.

You didn’t respond.

“You listen to me when I’m talking to you, got it?” You suddenly felt his hands pulling you up so you were now sitting on the table instead of laying back, looking up into his eyes.

You frowned and rolled your eyes in a bratty manner, unexpectedly you felt a harsh slap to your face as you wince in pain. You felt tears on the verge of spilling out of your dolled up eyes, whimpering in pain as your cheek grew red from the man’s harsh slap.

“Use your words and apologize. You know the magic word.” He was stern and needed to put you in your place.

“I’m sorry daddy. I won’t roll my eyes again or disrespect you. Daddy please, need you so badly.” You politely request and he caressed your cheek he had just slapped.

“That’s a good girl. You can be obedient for me, can’t you my dirty girl?” He asked and you nodded your head with excitement.

Everything about you was perfect to Rindou, he always picked out what color nails you should get at your next appointment at the nail salon. He often picked out your lingerie and outfits for you, he loved you being his little girl. He never let your bratty side get the better of him, he enforced punishment when needed.

You pull him in for a kiss as you kissed his cheek and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I love you Rindou, daddy.” You muttered while wrapping your arms around him.

This is what Mikey wanted after all, to turn you into an overstimulated and brain dead bimbo for him to toy with.

“You need to be punished, don't ya honey? Daddy’s going to give you his baby for threatening to leave him.” Rindou scolded as the taller male looked down at you.

He turned from you as you noticed him grab the nipple clamps Sanzu just placed across the table. Rindou looked at your body, admiring your form and your tits.

Your breasts were perky and were a perfect size, surely to grow a size or two once you were knocked up. He placed the nipple clamps on each of your nipples as they were held together by a small chain, he gave them a tug resulting in a mewl from you.

You felt the sensation of your sensitive nipples being squeezed by those clamps, whining and making noise.

“Shh, no whining tonight. You have been rude enough.” He ordered and you bit down on your tongue, submitting entirely.

“Hey, you must of forgotten this.” Sanzu said as he pulled out a collar handing it over to Rindou. It was black with a few diamonds and a lock on it, real diamonds of course.

“Oh, of course. (Name), you know what this represents right?” You we’re sitting up and looking up at the man who was speaking down to you in an intimidating and stern voice. He lifted your hair up as he did up the collar on you.

“It means I’m property of Bonten. I’m your woman, I’m your little girl.” You slurred with a cute tone.

“What happens if I really get pregnant…? It’s going to be all your fault, you jerks.” You furrowed your eyebrows and flared some of your attitude.

“Listen, missy. You’re the one with baby fever. And if this is what Manjiro wants, you better fucking take it. Besides, I’m sure you’ve gotten a few of us hooked on the idea of having a little nugget running around here. So take it.” Sanzu snapped from his spot on the couch as he gave you devious eyes.

Rindou huffed as he hit your cheek once again, you let out a whine again from the pain. It stung.

“You’re getting 5 more of these for that attitude. I’m tired of your complaining.” Rindou frowned.

“So count with me.” He ordered.

He slapped your lightly reddened cheek once, it wasn’t too rough but just enough pain for you.

“One.” You whimpered, looking up at the purple eyed male.

His hand slapped your face again, not too rough but the consistency made it sting.

“T-two.” Your voice made a small crack, looking up at the Bonten tattoo on his neck.

Again and again. “Three” you whined out.

The fourth time he slapped you a bit harder, “f-four!”

Lastly, the fifth time was very rough. “Five, I’m sorry daddy” you squeaked.

”Good slut, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He asked, you tugged at his suit and nodded your head.

“We could pick out some cute baby clothes, products, diapers, we could design a nursery and make it however you want. I want to give you my baby, I’ll treat you right. We will make it easy.” The purple-pinkish haired executive looked at your form with the most loving and hungry eyes.

“Well, maybe it could be fun… you’ll have to take good care of me right?” You twirled some of your hair around in your finger nervously.

“Of course, that’s the spirit. Good slut, now it’s time for daddy to breed your hole.” He snickered with a sadistic tone.

You tug at his tie in a needy manner letting out some whimpers.

He looked at you with lust. “Use your words, dirty girl.”

“Take it off, please. I want you daddy, need daddy’s cock now.”

“Good girl. Using manners, I love to hear it.” He praised you as he stroked your hair, taking the (hair color) locks in his fingers and gently running them through your hair.

He pulled away while he unbuttoned his top, throwing his dress shirt, jacket and tie to the side. You titled your head noticing all of the men in the room except for Mikey, Sanzu and Takeomi had their cock out in their hand, you noticed Kokonoi gently stroking his fully hardened cock.

You saw Rindou’s throbbing cock, it was big and girthy, probably 8 inches and it was so damn pretty.

You gulped as you observed the pretty and veiny cock twitch. He placed his tip right at your entrance, sliding it in your pussy with ease.

“O-oh, mmm, it’s so big. No way I can take it.” You whimper underneath him.

“Come on, you’re half way there. Keep taking daddy’s cock.” His voice was so sexy and masculine as it was raspy, you winced underneath him whining in pain as you could hardly take all of it. He finally was able to maneuver around you and get his whole almost 8 inch cock inside of you.

“It’s stretching me out, n-no hurts too much! No more Rindou-“ you cry out.

“Sh sh sh… there there, it’s okay. You’re doing so good baby, let my cock stretch this pussy out. Lemme fill you.”

He began thrusting immediately, barely giving you enough time to adjust. He roughly pounded into your pussy, not with the same loving rhythm Takeomi gave you.

You let out a loud series of moans “yes daddy, please fuck my pussy! I love being a play thing.” You moaned as you looked down to watch as his cock was pleasuring himself in your tight and wet hole.

Happily taking the older man balls deep in your wet and dripping cunt.

“I love you daddy. I won’t leave Bonten, I’m your whore!” You plea, this was resulting in some whistles of the crowd of men watching you.

“Atta girl!” Kakucho clapped and Sanzu snickered.

“We finally got it out of her.”

“It’s so sweet, knowing you love me. I love you too my angel, but you’re getting punishment for giving such an empty threat.” Rindou barked at you, his soft lavender hair had beads of sweat forming in his hair line.

“Open up and say ‘ahh’” He ordered you and you looked up confused.

“You take this, bitch. Is that understood? Open up your mouth.” He commanded, not asking, telling you.

You felt like prey to a predator to Rindou Haitani and his sadistic nature. Though he could be gentle, when you had your heart open to being less of a brat and being a sweet submissive girl. Though, you did enjoy being impish.

You hesitantly opened up your mouth, pursing your pink lips from the lipstick prior that was now smudging.

A hum left the man’s lips as he leaned in close to your position on the table.

“Ahh!” You let out as Rindou leaned in and spit in your mouth.

You gave him a surprised expression feeling his hot saliva inside your mouth. You swallowed it, of course. It was warm.

“Good girl, taking punishments so well. Little slutty girl.”

You moaned, your lewd noises filling the room as you enjoyed being used like a fuck doll. You felt a strong pleasure building up within your walls, your pussy instinctively tightening around his length.

Rindou’s hand which was much larger than your own reached down to your clit and began to rub fast circles around your sensitive nub; driving you over the edge.

“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum. S’too good!” You desperately moan, feeling like a greedy pleasure slut. Focusing on your pleasure only.

“Greedy girl.” He rolled his eyes playfully his breath growing heavy.

“Cum for me, daddy’s going to cum.”

Rindou thrusted deeply into your pussy and roughly, he threw his head back in pleasure groaning as you felt his cock throb and twitch inside your cunt.

You began to cum around his cock from the helpful stimulation to your clit, moaning and loudly calling out “daddy I’m cumming!” Feeling all of the pleasure inside your pussy and on your clit taking over you.

His hot cum filled up your insides with a groan, going right into your womb.

“Good girl, just like that. Your pussy feels so incredible.” He moaned as he orgasmed inside of your hole, using you like a fuck doll.

He came down from his high, he gave you a head pat as he pulled out.

“Who’s next, gentlemen?” Kaku asked glancing around the room of the members of the syndicate. “God, her pussy is dripping in cum, look at her. So pretty aren’t you, sunshine?” He asked you in amusement.

You giggled, “t-thank you Kaku.”

“You go ahead, man. I’ll go after you.” Sanzu smirked, a dark and sadistic expression on his face.

Takeomi was still just watching, he was a bit older and didn’t have as much stamina as the younger guys. No round two for him.

“Fuck, I need her mouth.” Ran hissed with his cock in his hand. He already had his slacks taken off and removed, same with the rest of his fancy suit.

“I bet your sperm are too weak to get her pregnant” Rindou laughed.

“Funny fucking joke, bro. If mine are weak… your sperm are too, maybe even weaker.”

”No, I’m stronger. You’re just tall and lanky, so I bet they are as weak as you.” Rindou fired back, making Takeomi burst into laughter.

“Stop arguing, you are ruining the mood.” You heard Manjiro order them, silence following.

“I decide which executive goes next. Kaku, go ahead. Ran, use her mouth if you want. Then Sanzu, Ran and Koko. I’ll be the grand finale.” Mikey ordered.

With Sanzu, you could never exactly be prepared for what he would do to you. Haruchiyo Sanzu was heavily into BDSM, specifically being sadistic and explored the kinky elements of sex. Like D/S and anything taboo, really.

That soft rosy-pink hair which was in a mullet and his deep blue eyes were filled mystery. He had a number of piercings, did drugs and was not someone anyone would want to fuck with. You watched his frame as you were hazily sitting on the surprisingly comfortable table. A few ear lobe piercings, helix piercings, and multiple on his ear. He was currently sitting on the leather couch, he still had his blue and purple formal suit on. Though you noticed the massive erection on he had.

“Gotcha.” You heard Kakucho reply to the boss of the organization.

He tends to come off as cold and closed off due to his past, though you and him shared a very loving relationship. He was protective over you, you didn’t have to worry your pretty little head with him around.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, you gently raised your hand to caress his face. Staring into his eyes, observing the scar he had from the back of his skull to the side of his face.

“Are going to impregnate my pussy, Kaku?” You asked with a sexy manner.

“I’d love to, turns me on even more knowing you’re off the pill. All ready for cum huh? C’mere.” He pulled you in, sucking on the skin on your breasts resulting in some soft mewls from your pursed lips.

It felt good and made your pussy feel even more soaked. You were dripping with seed and your wetness pooled down on the table.

“It’s a bit unfair to make me wait, isn’t it baby?” He was very keen on having his way with you and was possessive.

“I’m sorry. You can take me now, I’m all yours daddy.” You purred.

The taller male’s earring dangled as he leaned down, pressing kisses down your chest. Forming some purple marks on your breasts from sucking on your sensitive nipples. “Ready to make a baby with me?” He gave you playful look. He had on his black coat, matching baggy pants and sandals but now removed them all. His body was so sexy.

Kaku’s dark blue hair glimmered under the lighting, you nodded and smiled brightly. Showing off your gorgeous white teeth and flaunting your naked body.

“Come on the couch with me so you can ride my cock, like a good girl. Can you do that (Name)?” Kaku asked and you nodded your head, submitting to him by letting him pick you up off the table bridal style as he walked over to the plush couch, Koko was on the other end of.

He placed you on your feet on the floor as he laid back on the couch. He leaned against the comfy couch, fully naked and his cock hard on full display. His cock was around 6 and a half inches but had great girth and always felt wonderful. What he didn't have in length always made up with his skills.

You got on top on his lap, positioning yourself above his cock, hovering over it as he helped guide you down. His cock entered your pussy as you eased onto his length, his cock was very girthy and thick, it really stretched out your cunt.

“Mm feels good, I missed your cock Kaku.” You giggled as you were so intoxicated as you adjusted to his length, you were about to start bouncing on him.

Ran during this time got up from the other couch, once he removed his suit and boxers. He got on the empty spot beside you on the couch and was leaning against it. You glanced beside you and admired his lean, bare form.

Kaku held down on your waist “don’t be a greedy pleasure slut now, let’s take our time.” His voice hissed in a deep mono tone. He slowly guided your hips as you had to hold back on getting the rough fucking you craved so badly.

“That’s it. Just like that, dirty girl.” He groaned as your pussy gripped his dick.

You began slowly grinding on his cock, bouncing slowly on him while your breasts bounced, your (cup size) filled up Kaku’s hand as he fondled and groped them. “Such pretty tits for a pretty girl.”

“Ahh fuck, I need your cum!” You begged with a slutty tone.

You took a hold of Ran’s throbbing cock in your left hand, Kaku’s hands holding you steady on his lap. You began to stroke Ran’s cock gently, having trouble focusing on the task at hand.

Ran hissed under his breath “fuck. C’mere, need you to suck me, yeah?”

You took the handsome male’s cock in your mouth, having to move your head to the side to suck him off. Ran shoved your head further down to take more of him, you gagged as drool began to fall from your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down on his cock, giving him a sloppy blowjob. Glancing back to see Kaku grinding himself into you as you continued to multi task and ride him as best as you could, it felt so good having your pussy used and abused like this.

“She looks so fuckin’ tiny on him. Sexy size difference ain’t it?” Sanzu chuckled watching you ride the larger male’s cock. Your other hand intertwined with one of Kaku’s hands.

“Yeah, talk about tiny. No way she won’t be pregnant after this.” Takeomi chuckled, drunkenly smirking at you again.

“Color me impressed.” Kokonoi said observing you indulging yourself in pleasure as you looked at the other men.

“I love gangbangs with Bonten!” You giggled, all tipsy and loopy.

“We know ya do, you just need some encouragement.” Ran scoffed.

“Good job, baby girl. Bounce on his cock, work for that seed like the whore you are.” Sanzu encouraged you as you moaned in response.

Kaku grunted at what the other men were saying, focusing all the attention and pleasure on how good your pussy felt around him and it was going balls deep into your wet cunt. It was like love making.

“You’d look so sexy pregnant. I’d be so happy to see my lovely girl pregnant with my baby inside her belly. You’d look lovely in a sundress like that, or perhaps nothing at all.” Kaku praised, you squeezed his hand.

Ran, the short haired executive with his hair styled to the side took a hold of your hair with a strong grip. His head tilting back as he groaned in pleasure.

You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock like a lollipop, paying close attention to his tip. Your tongue glided above his slit which was leaking with pre cum, it tasted slightly salty but it was delicious.

“Such a slut, who taught her to be a pro at blowjobs? Little (Name) here has a lot of talent.” Ran praised with a small groan.

“It must’ve been me.” Sanzu gawked.

“I’ve always like teaching her, I remember I was the first one to fuck her ass. She has learned so much so why leave now, childish.” Rindou added.

Kaku took a hold of your hips, letting go of your hand and thrusting himself roughly into you, repeatedly hitting your cervix over and over again. Kaku using you as his personal fleshlight and fuck toy, being a Bonten executive was serious business and could get stressful, luckily they had their token good girl to be a sex slave for them.

The sound of his cock ravishing your soaking pussy filled the room, you felt his cock twitch and throb. This threw you into a state of feeling like you were going to heaven and back as you were approaching an orgasm.

“Agh yes right there, thank you for this! It feels so good taking it raw. I am sure if I take the morning after pill I’ll be safe but… thinking about having your baby makes me feel so happy.” You sounded like a cute little bimbo.

“Silly girl, doubt being that young, fertile and beautiful is gonna get you out of pregnancy? So many cum shots, say hello to motherhood.” Sanzu raised an eyebrow giving you a smug expression.

”F-fuck me, I’m going to cum!” You whined as you bounced yourself onto Kaku’s dick, feeling the waves of pleasure in your walls overtake you as you came. Taking your mouth off of Ran’s length temporarily.

”Aaa!” You moaned as you orgasmed “yes daddy, it feels so good” you let out a set of moans.

“That’s right, you’re a good girl for daddy? Aren’t you?” Kaku praised, forcing himself into you harder.

“Y-yes, I am.” You blushed shyly.

It made you realize how silent Mikey had been this entire time. You ignored that.

“Mmm! Does it feel good, Kaku?” You moaned out in pleasure, riding his cock like a pro.

You placed your mouth back on Ran’s cock, sucking on his length as you felt his cock twitch. Without warning, his hot cum painted the inside of your mouth. Smirking, you swallowed it.

“Fuck” Ran groaned as he fell back onto the couch.

“Course ya feel amazin', princess. This pussy is mine, I’m so happy you’re my girlfriend.” Kaku moaned, tilting his head back.

“I need you so bad, pretty please cum inside me.” You begged.

“That’s my girl. Almost there baby.” He grunted as you rode him.

You nodded your head vigorously, unable to control the pleasure and desire to make him cum.

“Do you want a son, a daughter, or perhaps both?” Kaku asked in a sultry voice.

”Whatever you give me, daddy! I just want all of you.” You whined.

“I’m gonna cum, god damn. Princess, you’re doing so well.” Kaku’s voice hissed as the blissful sound of him groaning filled your ears as you wrapped your arms around him. His cock releasing cum into your cervix.

You and him both took heavy breaths, you couldn’t take much more. You were becoming a braindead, pleasure slut. “You’re the prettiest girl.” Kaku coos, he placed a kiss on your lips.

You felt hands grabbing you once you got off his cock and stood back up, almost falling over. Sanzu was right at your side, you looked up at the taller man and clung to his side. Taking a moment to even stand straight. You really get drunk easy, or perhaps they convinced you to drink a little extra.

“Congrats, you get to deal with the devil now.” He teased as he made sure you didn’t fall, you were so dizzy from the stimulation and how drunk you were.

“Mmph” was all you could let out.

“Haru, I-I feel all weird. M-master,” you whimpered.

“My little whore, all drunk and needy. Don’t worry, master is here to take care of you.” Haruchiyo Sanzu grinned sadistically.

Despite his almost crazy and crime filled nature, he was a very sweet partner and Sanzu always did his best to look after you. He was an excellent dominant, he knew your limits and all the right ways to turn you on. He lifted you up and placed you back on the table in the middle of the couches gently.

Sanzu was still wearing his purple formal wear suit, he reached to the opposite end of the table to grab some handcuffs.

He guided your hands through the two holes of the cuffs and locked them in place with the key, then placing it back on the table. Now, let’s be clear - all of these sex toys he had were high class. The best of the best, all for you.

He used this time to take the nipple clamps off of your sensitive nipples. Then took out some black shibari ropes, he was into bondage as well. Since you were sitting up it was easy for the pink haired man to do a beautiful tie around your chest, it made your cute little tits pop out. Not to mention how sexy it made your small frame. He only took a few short minutes, totally a pro at pretty ties.

”So pretty, I love when I can mark you as mine. Now lay back, I need to get a few more orgasms out of you before you’re worth cumming in.” He smirked.

Hesitantly you leaned back, laid on the table and swiftly spreading your legs. This revealing all the cum dripping down your soft thighs, mixed with your juices.

“Such a slut. How much do you want me to pay you?” Sanzu joked and your eyes widened.

”Excuse me?!” You snapped in shock.

“I’m joking doll, you just look so good.” He reassured you, god he was quick.

Sanzu grabbed the pink wand vibrator that he had placed on the table, he turned it on to the highest fucking setting?!

It was immediately pressed on your swollen and aching clit. You moaned loudly, like a bitch in heat. All of these sensations being too much to handle.

”Master! It’s too much!” You cried, it was such a strong sensation with him holding the vibrator right on your sensitive clitoris.

Sanzu was pretty experienced with these types of things. He loved watching you squirm and beg for him to stop teasing you.

It had only been a few short minutes of Sanzu pleasuring your clit, teasing you by taking the vibrator off your clit for a moment making you whine and beg to say 'master, please put it back on' over and over.

“D-don’t tease me, Haru! I need it. Please, master please.” You begged.

He placed the vibrator back, right up against your clit as you began to cum. Your orgasms making you overstimulated by this point.

"Please let me cum?" you asked with good manners and he nodded his head.

"You may, cum for me. My slut."

”Master, I’m cumming!” You cried as you moaned like a slut, those sexy and high pitched noises escaping your mouth giving the men who hadn't came in you yet in the room massive boners.

Sanzu hummed, not stopping the vibrator.

“F-fuck no!” You moaned.

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, luckily Sanzu kept you steady as he forced the vibrator on your clit. It had been less than 30 seconds, you already started to cum again. Letting more little whimpers out beneath him as you let your high rush over your body.

“Please no more, master! I can’t take it.” You almost began to cry, as he finally took it off of you.

He gave you a moment to catch your breath before placing the vibrator back on your pretty little pussy, keeping it on the highest setting as he watched you squirm and shake.

"N-no more! Agh!" your mewls growing louder and louder.

"Are you going to cum again? For a third time already?!" Sanzu taunted you as you couldn't control your orgasm, you began to moan loudly.

"Master, my clit is so sensitive. Please, just fuck me!" you begged.

“Good girl.” He praised as he let you have a moment to rest. Now he finally unbuckled his belt and pull down his pants, boxers and he almost tore off his shirt throwing it to the ground. “You’ve already got me twitching in my pants, so let’s knock you up. You don’t mind letting master use your pretty pussy, right slave?” He asked.

“Please do, that’s what my pussy is for. It’s meant for master to use my young and fertile hole to get yourself off in.” You flashed him a dirty smirk.

You felt Sanzu slap your pussy, you yelped from how the pain felt on your sensitive slit.

“Dirty girl, huh.” He muttered as he slid his huge cock inside your cunt, it was a little over 8 inches. It was huge and thick. He eased himself into your entrance.

“Fuck.” Sanzu groaned as he started thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. He leaned in between your legs to wrap his hand around your throat, giving it a slight squeeze.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as your cunt creamed white juices all over his cock. Sanzu thought you looked so beautiful and pretty like this, he cherished this. You knew you were safe with him. He got you into a position with your legs up, giving the man complete access to fuck you deeply. His balls slapping against your skin as the sound of him fucking you filled your ears.

You tried to let out muffled mewls through him choking you, soon he let go. It put you into a euphoric state where you felt like falling into an eternal state of pleasure, wanting to pass out. You looked down as you noticed the bulge from Haruchiyo’s cock in your tummy.

“Awh fuck, I’m really fucking you that hard you can see a bulge. You’re so tight and small, you can hardly take my cock, babygirl.” Sanzu groaned watching his cock going in and out of your pussy.

“It feels really good, you’re so big master. Mm yeah!” You moaned, your face as red as a cherry.

Sanzu sneakily grabbed the vibrator again as he placed it back on your clit without you noticing. Until you felt it, he loved to torture you and push you to your limits.

“Ohmygod, I can hardly take it!” You squeal out as your body twitched, your legs wanting to close but they were on his shoulders as he was railing into you.

His thrusts were growing sloppy and hard. “I’m going to cum, fuck, my good little girl.” He grunted as you felt his throbbing cock inside you, twitch and release his seed into you.

“Take my seed, just like that.” Sanzu moaned while he slammed himself into your cervix, it was so rough and brutal.

You began to cum again too, Sanzu could tell by the way you were gripping and pulsing around him. “M-master fuck!” You moaned.

Once again, coming down from your high as he removed the vibrator off of you, then pulling out. He grabbed a tissue from the coffee table a few feet away and got himself cleaned up, before the man got his pants back on then sat down on the couch letting the next man use you.

You had a hard time keeping your eyes open at this point, becoming drunk on cock and alcohol.

Ran came up in between your legs as he was going in for round two, this time in your pussy.

”Ran, baby. Take me.” You whimpered and he slid his cock into your entrance with ease.

"Stay the fuck awake. Never forget you belong to us" he ordered as he pinched your nipple leaning down, hovering above you.

"M-mhm."

Thrusting himself in and out of you, at a decent pace. He wasn’t being too rough considering he knew how tired you must be. He grunted as he drilled your princess cunt.

”Fuck, so tight as always. My girl has the prettiest pussy.” Ran mumbled as he pounded your pussy, his hand reached out to hold yours, you happily took it while still in hand cuffs.

"Take me!" You press on.

Koko watched as he got ready to take you next. Mikey still staring at you, though he was horny he was still bothered. He considered this more of a need to get you pregnant in order for you to stay with him, like a punishment. He just decided to let his executives and some fun with you.

You held Ran’s hand as he got closer and closer to another orgasm. He groaned as he warmed you he was about to cum, “I’m going to cum now, baby. Want to get bred by me?” he asked.

You meekly moaned in response as his hot liquids were dumped inside of you. "Yes, yes! Feels incredible Ran, I love your cock so much."

This is when your mind went entirely blank, the semi-scary feelings of overstimulation flooded your body. Your vision went all dizzy, you couldn’t even form proper sentences. So much overstimulation.

As Ran finished up for the night, took his seat back down and chugged some water, Koko was undressed and ready for you.

He approached the table and spoke to you in a loving voice. “Get on your hands and knees for me please, baby. Doggy style.” Koko got the handcuff key from the other end of the table and unlocked it. You were free now.

You heard his command and got on your hands and knees, turning around. Your face was to Mikey, glancing up at him with a lewd expression. Your eyes telling him you needed him.

Your pussy was dripping with cum and facing to the men on the couches. Bonten’s personal cum dump was you.

The table wasn’t very high up so it was easy for Koko to get on top of, luckily it was sturdy due to how good the quality was.

He got in between your legs and held your hips as he placed his 7 inch cock into your pussy. It was veiny and you could feel how much he stretched you as he entered your cunt, sliding in gently.

“Does it feel good taking so much cum and being used as a cum slut?” Koko asked in a low toned, provoking voice that made you whine.

“Mhm! Feels so, so good!” You mewl in pleasure.

“Koko’s cock feels to good fucking my little pussy.” You let out a sexy giggle making the man moan a little.

“You’ve had me fucking aching for this cunt all night. Daddy’s going to impregnate you and make you his, just like the little slut you are.” He muttered, focusing on how good your pussy felt.

Koko could feel the warmth of your pussy walls, how tightly you wrapped around him and were begging for his cum. Your wetness welcoming his cock into your hole.

He slapped your ass, making you moan again while tightening around his cock. He was a bit more girthy than the other members, this meant it felt incredible and did wonders.

You began to drool and you could hardly hold yourself up, or think straight for that matter.

The sight of Koko fucking you doggystyle on the table was hot, the rest of the executives took amusement in how pretty you looked being fucked and bred.

“I love when you breed me like this, it feels so good taking it raw. I love when Bonten gives me creampies!” You yell out with ecstasy.

”Good girl. I’m going to cum, are you ready for it?” Koko asked as he thrusted deep inside your pretty cunt ravishing it.

”Yes daddy, please cum inside me!”

You moaned as he let out a few groans as he began to reach his orgasm, his cock twitching as it came inside you with a final thrust.

”I’m so proud of you, good girl. You did a good job.” He caressed your ass as you turned around and laid flat on the table. He stood up and began getting dressed again, with his burgundy and gold jacket on his torso.

“Ahh M-manji-“ you cried, your legs were shaking as you laid against the cool table on your back looking up at the ceiling. Tears began to flow down your eyes, ruining your makeup as you sniffled.

You started to let out soft cries, the overstimulation making you cry and have tears trickling down your dolled and dark eyes. Throwing grabby hands wanting to be held, Kokonoi came up over to you, worried and wanting to comfort you. He held your hand and rubbed it gently.

“Boss, isn’t this enough?” Rindou asked, feeling a little concerned yet amused with the sight of you.

“No, I know what’s good for her. Besides, if it’s what we must do to keep her with me and keep her happy in the long run. It has to be done.” Manjiro was holding his gun in his hand, nothing violent, merely looking at it and twirling it around.

“Koko-“ you whined as he caressed your cheek and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Sweetie, you’re doing so good. You’re almost done.”

“Mikey- cock. Gotta have it, mmph! One more time.” You declared, what a determined girl you are.

Manjiro stood up from his secluded chair and walked over to you, leaving the gun on the coffee table. There was a dent in his pants and a lustful expression on his face.

“Babygirl, why so bratty? I hate when you make me do this (nickname.)” he called out with a nonchalant tone.

No reply. He was right, you went too far by saying you were going to leave.

“We would have a cute baby, don’t you think? This is the best future.” Mikey said as he looked down at you and your tired body.

Your cute little pussy was leaking with seed from all of the Bonten executives. Your labia was glossy with cum, dripping down onto the table.

“You know I’ve always wanted a family and a husband someday.” You fumbled out your words as best as you could in this incoherent state.

“We can do that, let’s make a baby yeah? I can give you a pretty diamond ring, all you’ve wanted and more.” Manjiro’s voice purred in your ear as he watched your body twitch.

“I won’t leave, I need you Mikey” you whimpered out with heavy breaths, followed by some relief in the room.

Mikey doubtfully raised an eyebrow “say it again” he commanded.

“I won’t leave, I’ll stay with Bonten. I need your big cock in my pussy." Your voice was frail, you needed Mikey’s seed more than anything.

You loved Mikey so much. He always gave you love, such a threat hurt him so much. After all he had been through, you were his world. He gave you the best sex, presents, food, a home, everything you needed to live safely and happily. He was like your best friend but more. Mikey loved you too.

Of course, a regular Bonten gangbang wasn’t complete until Mikey gave you his cum too. You never thought you were the kind of girl who would be interested in pleasing multiple men at once and being used as a personal fleshlight, you couldn’t resist the men. So you ended up dating a few of them, which again you’ve always considered yourself monogamous. You became their little toy and personal property.

The scent of sex and arousal filled the room, the sweet smell of cum and your wetness filled your nose, it was dirty and hot. Mikey gently hugged you, he rubbed your sensitive and perky tits; relieving them from the clamping sensation on them prior from those nipple clamps.

He took this opportunity to undo this belt and removing his pants and black dress shirt. He took his black boxers off which hugged his body well, making him look even more sexy. His obsidian eyes looked deeply into your bright and loving (color) eyes.

“Let’s give you a baby.” Was all he said before teasing your slit with his cock, making you whine and beg. His tip grinding against your overstimulated clit, you were squirming and letting out a lewd mewl as he humped against you.

“D-daddy!” You cried, your cheeks as pink as bubblegum, your eyes watery and your mind broken.

“Shit,” Mikey hissed as he placed his cock at your tight hole, easing himself into your princess cunt. He grabbed his belt and roughly hit your inner thigh with it, making you whimper.

"Be a good girl for me, learn from this."

You let out a high pitched moan, tightly gripping yourself around his girth. He filled you up all the way, his tip kissed your cervix. “Are you even worth fucking after threatening to leave me baby?” His hand roughly slapped your cheek, it turned red instantly.

"No more slapping, please." you begged as you squeezed around him again, it turned you on being hit.

Your eyes winded at how cold he was being, your words really were like a sword to the chest for him. Especially after all that Mikey had gone through, he couldn’t lose you. In his mind, the only way to fix this situation was to get you pregnant.

Was it moral to force a baby in you? No. Did he give a fuck? Yeah, no to that too.

“Never gon’ leave you, Mikey!” You whimper. “Fuck I can’t take much more!”

You felt his this thumb press down on your sensitive nub and rub gentle circles on your clit, with each trust going faster and with more aggression. Throwing you over the edge as you felt another orgasm approaching.

“I love you Mikey! I love you. I’m sorry, ‘m never gonna leave you! Gimme your seed n let’s make a baby.” You became a moaning slutty mess, all you could think about was how badly you needed his cum.

Mikey grabbed on to your tiny waist, admiring how beautiful and sexy your body looked. “So damn beautiful, doll face. You make me happy.” He praised in admiration.

His cock pushed in and out of your soaked pussy, the sound of sex filled the air. Your pretty pussy was so wet just for him. This is what you waited for.

“You’re going to make me cum.” He murmurs as he let out a few small groans and sounds of pleasure.

There were many sides of Mikey you weren’t fully aware of. He could be happy go lucky, or completely ice cold and dark. As for now, he was focused on impregnating you and forgetting about the love making.

“Such a young filthy girl. You really love having all these older men fuck and abuse you. But don’t forget your place with me, whore.” He called, teasing you with a sadistic grin.

“Mhm, all I am is a fucktoy for you.” Your pussy was creaming all over his veiny and large cock.

“Agh, fuck yes daddy! Please come closer, hold me while you cum! Pretty please.” You begged, giving needy grabs with your hands. You wanted him to hold you.

“Good girl. So proud of you. Don’t act up like that again?” You hummed in response, nodding your head eagerly.

"Uh huh!" you groaned, spreading your legs further for Mikey.

With that he swiftly leaned in, pressing his toned and semi-muscular chest against yours. Your breasts bounced under him, the collision of his body heat warmed your body. He leaned in to give you a peck on the lips, the comfort of you being close made him feel slightly at ease. You pressed kisses all over his neck, sucking on it slightly.

You heard him let out a low toned moan in your ear, it made you twitch and tremble under him.

Thrust after thrust, his cock slammed into your cervix. It felt good too, being a little fuck doll.

“I’m going to cum, fuck. Stay just like this, bitch.” He grunted.

You held your legs up, giving him full access to roughly drilling your tight hole. It felt so good to connect bodies with him.

“Daddy! I love your cock. 'M gonna cum!” Your high was rapidly approaching.

You felt Mikey’s cock twitch inside your pussy as he began to cum inside of you. All of Manjiro's white and steamy hot liquids filling up your womb. This is when you began to cum, the sensation on your clit was overwhelming as you bucked your hips.

“Mm fuck yeah, baby girl you feel so damn good. Such a good girl for daddy, aren’t ya?”

Letting a few high pitched lewd whimpers from your mouth as your came down from your final high.

With a final slow thrust Mikey gently pulled out. He watched in satisfaction as he watched all of the semen pool out of your tight hole, letting out a sigh. Finally, the exhaustion really hit you. After taking multiple men. Some tears flowed down your eyes more now, feelings of overstimulation hit you yet again. You sobbed as Mikey lifted you up and held you in his arms.

“Let it out, you did so well. It’s over now.” Mikey softly spoke. He wanted to comfort you and say it was all okay, but he was still upset.

—

“I guess the boys did pretty good tonight, yeah?” Takeomi asked with a chuckle.

“Why you always talkin' like that?” Sanzu snorted.

“Shutup.” The older male hissed.

You felt dizzy, thirsty and tired. Luckily, the guys always took good care of you after.

Mikey rubbed circles on your back as you were sitting up on the table, he was standing on the floor but in between your legs holding you.

“You guys know… I’m not going to leave right.” You quietly spoke up as your tears stopped, it felt so intimate and special getting the aftercare from the invisible Mikey that you needed.

“I know. I know now...” Mikey mumbled in your ear, not fully understanding what he meant.

“I’m so tired, p-please.” You now looked like a hot mess, still a cute one at that.

Mikey pulled his boxers back on, followed by his pants, belt and top. Then coming back to tend to you. Taking the shibari ropes off of you, helping you feel safe again.

“Let’s get you a nice bubble bath, we will take that makeup off, get you something to eat and drink then into bed. Your new satin PJ’s Koko ordered came today. You did well, we are done now.” Mikey tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Simply nodding your head in response as you gave a soft smile. The fact you might just get pregnant from tonight did not sink in, you could always go take Plan B in the morning right? Yeah, that was a good plan.

The night followed with a relaxing bubble bath with Mikey, it was relatively silent. He did have a soft spot for you, despite feeling uneasy about you leaving him. He needed to be strict and force pregnancy upon you if the matter called for it, which it did. While in the large and luxurious bathtub you had a candle lit, it was the scent of fresh linen. After, you ended up eating some udon noodles Sanzu retrieved for you along with plenty of water before falling fast asleep in your bed beside Koko. They always did an excellent job with aftercare, however after hearing you were thinking about leaving everyone was a little on edge.

Mikey went to his own bedroom at his place for the night, a lot of his thoughts were conflicting him. His mental state hasn’t been entirely stable from various things, you felt like the only good thing in his life and you mentioned leaving. He took the night to be in solitude. He didn’t really fear the consequences of his actions. He couldn't lose you.

The following morning you had gotten the morning after pill. Everything seemed normal, at least for now.

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virgin!nerdjo, ever the diligent student, stumbles upon tutorial on nipple sucking—so what does he do? he goes to the nearest pharmacy and buy a baby bottle to practice on. he got a baddie to please, after all. one who's already let him come inside her by the way and in record time. but also one who's experienced. and he's…well, him.

virgin!nerdjo frowns at the taste the moment he tries it, straight-up plastic. but still, he follows the video instructions step by step, phone in one hand, bottle nipple in his mouth, trying his best to mimic the motions—rewinding it over and over determined to get it right.

but of course, he's super bad at hiding stuff :( so the next time you're in his room you spot it on his desk, half-hidden behind his clutter of notebooks and cables. it's sightly chewed at the tip. and it definitely got your attention. “satoru…is this…yours?”

virgin!nerdjo goes red in seconds—like a cartoon character caught with porn.  “w-what? n-no…” he tries, voice already cracking. you look at him, eyebrows lifted, tilting your head in amusement as a smirk tugs at your lips like you knowevery single embarrassing thought he's ever had. 

he groans in defeat, “yes…it is.” his eyes are glued to the floor, cheeks blazing. he feels like if the ground could just swallow him whole right now, that'd be great. but for some reasons, his mouth had other plans, seems like it can't just shut up for his own good, “there was this video. a bunch of them, actually. about,um…nipple technique.” he stammers, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, eyes still avoiding yours “y'know like…oral stuff. and one of the top comments said it helps to practice on biberon because…it's kind of squishy? and it has resistance…” 

you just stare at virgin!nerdjo, blank and expressionless. he feels so so dump. even dumper than when he cum in two seconds top-chrono in you. “i wanted to do it right!” he blurts, tugging his collar, desperately trying to get himself out of this. “last time i—uh—i lasted like one second. inside you. and you were so nice about it, but i wanna be better. I wanna make you feel good, not just…blow in my pants and cry.”

you walk slowly to him, eyes soft, voice lower. “so you practiced. on a baby bottle.” he nods, mortified. “and did it help?”

“no…it tasted like a melted barbie leg. i almost threw up.”

the next thing virgin!nerdjo knows, you're pushing him onto the bed as you pull off your top—he freezes in place, mouth open, glasses fogging like he's in the middle of a hentai scene he never thought he'd survive. and from where you stand between his thighs, you can see the bulge tenting his pants. poor baby probably got hard just thinking about this moment :(

virgin!nerdjo has his big hands clutching your ass, as your fingers tighten in his white soft hair—pushing his face to one of your nipple. “c'mon, nerd, show me what you've learned.” 

virgin!nerdjo starts so awkwardly. there's too much tongue, too wet and sloppy—his teeth scrape a little too hard and you flinch. “ah—! ‘toru…gentle, you’re not chewing gum.” he recoils instantly, looking like he just failed a final exam. “shit! i'm sorry—i didn't mean to—fuck, i'm such an idiot, i—”

“heyy, baby," you coo, cupping his cheek, brushing his hair from his eyes. "it's okay. try again, would you?” he nods quickly at your words, blinking hard. you swear there are tears building in those pretty blue eyes but you don't have time to think about it as this time he goes slower, sucking tentatively, trying to remember the tutorial steps : tongue flat, lips soft, light suction—add it progressively. he's shaking with focus, sweat dotting his brow as if he's taking an exam worth his entire GPA.

but it seems to work because your whimpers grow louder, virgin!nerdjo's tongue turns messy, fast. he's drooling and panting as his hand clutch to your ass like he might float off the bed. every gasp you make goes straight to his cock. he grinds on your lap helplessly, every moan from you like a five-star rating on his progress. he groans, mouthing at your other nipple, “you taste so much better,” he muffle, tongue flicking on the neglected nipple.

virgin!nerdjo is leaking through his boxers, one hand going to the nipple covered in spit—massaging with his thumb, watching it shine. the other hand drops to your upper thigh, where he humps like a dog in heat.

“you're doing so good, such a good boy, aren't you?” virgin!nerdjo moans your name like a prayer, sucking harder, hips stuttering against your thigh—he's leaking all over himself, so desperate and clumsy.

your sweet virgin nerd couldn't help himself. he had to make a sticky mess in his boxer :(

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gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth.

he can always be seen ordering a frappuccino with five pumps of caramel syrup and extra whipped cream at starbucks, showing up to morning training with an entire platter of chocolate dipped berries, or suckling a tootsie pop with obscenely inappropriate noises during important meetings because the components in sugar stimulates his brain, giving the right amount of rush someone like him needs to keep sane.

his credit card is most swiped at sweet shoppes and random souvenir stands that sell his favorite melon sugar cubes, or the zunda and cream kikufuku he likes so much.

because his appetite for the sweeter things in life is insatiable.

that's why it isn't a surprise he developed a craving for you. he's always had a greedy taste for doe-eyed young women and you happened to be exactly his type. saccharine smile, giggly laugh, and a head full of bubblegum. ijichi kiyotaka's sweet little apprentice who skipped through the halls eating strawberry hi-chews for lunch instead of proper meals, wearing tiny little skirts and rootbeer flavored lip gloss just to torment gojo into wanting to lick it onto his tastebuds.

pure and lovely, you've become his favorite sugar rush.

and with the help of pop culture and social media, he can have a sample before he finally buys the product.

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that's the alert that begins gojo's unraveling, rolling into his notification center. his heart kicks up an irritating notch when he flips his phone over in his hand and reads your username on the screen. he can feel the curious eyes of his three former students on his back as they trail him down the hall, but he has tunnel vision and cotton ears, their incessant chatter echoing in one ear and out the other.

"gojo-sensei, did you hear anything i just said?" megumi snaps, his annoyed tone barely registering.

"i heard a rumor that he finally has a girlfriend now, that's why he's always so distracted," nobara gossips into yuuji's ear, the two casting a long, knowing glance at their mentor.

"so it's like that?"

"it's like that."

"what were you saying?" gojo asks distractedly, lifting one side of his blindfold to unlock his phone, bringing up the twitter app. his main account loads first and he spares a single glance to nanami's weekend vacation update, two for tsukumo straddling her motorbike in hokkaido, and none for aoi ranting about takada's dating rumors at the top of his timeline.

he never hears megumi's reply because he's too busy switching to his private account, an empty lurker with a black photo. eager to click your profile.

tonight's stream invitation is pinned at the top, decorated with pink hearts but he ignores that for now. making sure to hold his phone at an angle his nosy ass kids can't peek at, a long pale finger swipes up to bring the scroll down to a spam of grwm selfies you just posted, a ritual before your streams. you're cute as a button in each one, but it's the last one— on hands and knees, ass pointed to the camera—that makes him groan, the sound covered up by an exaggerated sneeze.

"um, gross!" nobara screeches at him, folding her arms and leaning away. "you sounded like a middle aged dad."

satoru stops his long stride suddenly, masking his irritation by reaching into his pocket for his wallet, flipping the leather open for a spare credit card. he hands it to kugisaki with a pat on her head, grinning when she slaps his hand down and pockets his card without question.

"you know what? mission’s canceled for tonight!" he cheers, already heading in the opposite direction, shooting finger guns. he's eager to get away from his kids and to his office where he can concentrate on your stream. "go out without me and have fun!"

he waves off their confused looks, disappearing in a flash. attention glued to his phone like a teenaged boy. the sorcerer feels his cock twitch to life in his pants the longer he stares at your picture. you're wearing a skater dress that barely covers your plump ass, giving your twitter followers a tease of soft skin and cute stretch marks on the back of your thighs.

he knows that if he wants to see more, like the devastating visual of your slit spread around your favorite dildo, he'll have to join the stream and tip up.

not many people know about your other life. the angel who brings in sponge cake and iced coffee each morning to gojo, who shyly refuses to meet his stare whenever he walks into the room, unable to stand the intensity of his flirtations, is a camgirl with views high enough to land you in the top rated tab. people tipped you good and in return, you let them control your pleasure.

and gojo satoru is your biggest fan.

he hadn't been stalking when he found out. he'd just been passing by one of the staff rooms with the intention of terrorizing ijichi and found you instead, boldly streaming from your phone, whispering i bought my first vibrator! should i try it at work?

those annoying hot girls in your area, click for more! ads weren't needed because gojo had never made an account so fast.

and if he tuned into your grainy stream from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, phone camera positioned in an upskirt shot of you struggling to fit the small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? mind your business.

he unlocks the door to his office now, shutting himself in before he clicks the streaming link, letting his phone redirect to the site so he can log in.

username: honoredone89 password: hollowedout28

"is the stream stable? hi, welcome! we'll get started soon."

the sound of your airy, girlish voice rings out from his phone as he falls into a leather lounge chair. you're streaming from your room this evening, dressed in frilly and frothy lingerie and a pair of lacy thigh highs, sitting up on your knees on a bed draped in a white gossamer canopy.

rosy led lights wash out the pretty tone of your skin in a soft pink glow, selling your sweet and innocent image. gojo figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like worker bees to honey.

"how's my apprenticeship? it's going so good, thank you!" you answer a comment from one of your regulars, waving shyly at the viewers pouring into the virtual room.

"this won't be a long stream since i have to wake up early tomorrow, but..." you prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count. gojo's attention is drawn to the plump swell of your breasts in your bralette. god, he wants to run his lips all over the lace so bad; tonguing and biting over your nipples through the flimsy fabric until they're bitten raw. "while we wait for more to join, what did you boys do today-"

"ah, shoot. i almost forgot!" you gasp, twisting around to lean out of the canopy; opening the drawer on the nightstand.

as you rummage around, bent over, you accidentally allow your fans to admire the panties you're wearing. crotchless and lacy, the clips of a garter attached to your stockings. the backshot gives him a perfect peek at the shadowed seam of your pussy too, the little scraps of fabric on the front kissing your clit.

but more importantly, he can see the heart-shaped glass plug buried in the dip of your ass.

oh. well, when did you get that?

his tastebuds water, sweet tooth waking up for cravings. a quick decision made that he will stop holding himself back and get a taste of you, that he will be the end to your innocence.

in2feet chatted: this is boring hurry up and get naked

nakedman chatted: location? i'd fuck your ass so good kitten

it was obviously unintentional because your look of ditzy confusion is too cute when you turn around with the matching dildo, shaped like a sailor moon wand. but it ends up being the perfect way to begin your stream— tips roll in without prompting, chat pinging with comments.

"hehe, what are you guys- o-oh.." your question ends in a small sigh that makes his cock throb in his slacks. the air feels stagnant and warm in his office so he drags his blindfold down, unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket. you settled back on the bed too fast, the glass flare of the plug in your ass shifting, pushing a little deeper, twinging an unfamiliar lurch in your tummy. "t-to be honest, i've never used a plug before so it hurts a bit."

a young starlet improvising on a mistake, you lift the wand to your lips. pastel pink tongue peeking out to wet the tip as you blink innocently at the cam. "can i put this in the other hole to distract myself from the pain?"

gojo can feel his brain rotting down to the stems.

you settle against the cloudbank of pillows, bringing your laptop a little closer to finish setting up and check the time. "before i start, i want to remind everyone that i'll only take requests from the highest tipper tonight!"

cyberme chatted: whenever you're ready, baby. we're watching!

cyberme and 10 others tipped 20 hearts

tittystan (★ tip) tipped 50 hearts

"you guys are so sweet!" the sound of the tip bell and chat alerts fill the volume of your room, drowning out your voice. lewd requests and thirsty comments begin to chime in, begging for you to remove your bra, show your pussy, play with the plug in your ass.

you have these men wrapped around your little finger, even though their hearts will be cashed out for real coins at the end of the night.

tittystan (★ tip) chatted: play with those pretty tits for us pls

"is this okay?" your impatient thumb rubs over a clothed nipple, shivering at the touch. more tips fumble in and gojo can see you build the confidence you need to push your bralette down, tucking it under the curve of your breasts so they spill right out.

fuck... he can't help but imagine his large digits replacing yours, dragging the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples until you cry and his thirsty ass can drink up your tears.

satoru shifts, leaning back in his barcelona chair as he reaches down to press the heel of his palm to the swelling bulge of his cock at the same time you squeeze one of the fleshy globes into your hand, a soft whine whistling past your clenched teeth.

jacker82 (★ tip) tipped 250 hearts and chatted: fuck yourself on the dildo alr!

you nod at the comment, opening your legs a bit only to snap them shut a heartbeat later. "i-i'm sorry, i'm so nervous tonight!" your teeth chew against your bottom lip as encouraging comments ring in your chat, words of praises that urges you to go further.

posessiveness burns green through his veins at the comments from other men, but he knows how to take what he wants and right now, what he wants is your attention only on him.

honoredone89 chatted: don't be nervous. i'm with you.

honoredone89 chatted: go on and open up for me.

gojo doesn't miss the glow of arousal in your eyes as you read his comment, your heart beating faster than it ever has. honoredone89... you missed seeing his comments on your streams. he felt more like a collaborator, unafraid to poke, prod, tease. the way he talks shit at you leaves you soaked and whining each time, wondering who he is; crying into your pillow whenever he'd toss down five hundred to make you cum, then throw down another five to switch up and edge you at the last minute. want me to change my mind, angel? he'd chat out and you could almost taste his smirk.

you would be lying if you said that your little crush on this anonymous person had nothing to do with him reminding you of the white-haired fox you were instantly drawn to at the start of your apprenticeship. honoredone89 could very well be one of those creeps that records cam shows to reupload to shady porn sites or a catfish. after all, his profile picture is the lower half of a (really fucking gorgeous) mirror selfie. but considering that a man like the actual satoru wouldn't return your silly, growing affections, you're fine with cosplaying.

"o-okay, sorry," you obey him so easily, parting your knees, finally giving your fans a view of your pretty pussy in those crotchless panties. gojo should be ashamed, but he groans at the sight. you sigh as the cool air breezes over feverish skin, cooling the wetness clinging to your folds. it's why your fans love you so much— so wet during streams, no need for lube when your cute little pussy drools out the sweetest nectar no one has had the pleasure of tasting.

"look at you, sweet girl. you got any idea what you do to me?" you've barely shown anything and he feels like losing his fucking mind.

satoru should feel guilty for what he does next, but his conscious is crystal clear. mind blank and too fucking horny to think about propriety, he unbuttons his slacks. fishes his cock out to squeeze at the base, relieving some of the ache. his balls jump desperately as you slide the glass toy between your legs on the screen.

then his phone pings with a notif the moment you press the tip to your clit— a text from megumi dropping down, covering his view of the torturous circles you rub around the swelling nub. a swipe further down and you prod it against your entrance, panting out a low whine that knocks the wind out of gojo's chest, ears ringing.

"p-please let me put it inside!" you cry to the chat, noises so pretty. you'll sound even prettier when you're under him, squirming and pleading for him to fuck you until you live only for the feeling of his cock.

gojo's summer blue eyes scan over the message from megumi, ensuring his kids aren't in danger while he fucks himself off. he chokes off breathy groans so he can hear your moans, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. muscles in his stomach twitching in pleasure as he nudges it inside the slit so clear, watery precum dribbles past his fingers to spill down the long length of his cock.

user20180407 chatted: fuck yourself already i'm so hard!

instead of gojo replying to an annoyed megumi complaining about having to go to a pachinko parlor (yuuji's idea, no doubt) with the others, he taps the tip button before he can stop himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 1050 hearts

honoredone89 (★ tip)  chatted: just your fingers tonight, sweet girl.

"c-can i put them inside?" is your immediate answer.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: nope, don't think i want you to do that.

the unhappy comments from your other viewers almost gives him more pleasure than the feeling of his palm rubbing out his cock in rough strokes.

"okay, thank you, sir," you tuck in with a soft smile. he knows you're thanking him for the fat wad of cash in your tip jar, not him snatching away your pleasure, but the sound of the honorific from your lips sends a zip of arousal straight down his spine. the way he fucks into his hand is messy now, dragging his hand up and down his dick. precum coating his fingers white, dripping onto his slacks. "thank you for letting me touch my clit."

he's your highest tipper and your pleasure is always in the hands of your tip jar. setting the toy aside with the hope he'll let you use it later, you open your legs until your knees touch the sheets, joints in your hips aching. reaching fingers to the opening in your panties. you're so soaked, pretty lace all darkened in spots. you spread your folds, circling your clit with two fingers.

"oooh, o-oh.. it's not enough, please let me-"

"hope y'r this greedy when i feed you my cock, princess, fuck. gonna... give you what you need soon, don't worry," he promises to empty air, sweating hard beneath his jacket with his hand tight around his cock. imagining that he's got you right here in his office, fucking up into your pussy as you struggle to bounce on him. on the phone, his speaker rings with your frustrated whines. your thighs tremble as you rub your clit too fast, making it sore.

a few attempt to match his price and tip him out, wanting control over your delicious pleasure; wanting you to use the dildo so they can imagine the little toy is their cocks. but unlike the cheap fucks swarming around your chat, the black metal of his bank card is limitless. there's no one that can stop him from blowing hot cash on an even hotter girl so he does. doubling your tips, tripling it down each time.

the sorcerer has plans that won't be ruined by old men escaping nagging wives and stressful jobs by twisting their dicks to the moans of pretty girls.

at the end of the night, he plans on adding another maraschino cherry to the top of his ice cream sundae.

but that all depends on you.

now when did he close his eyes? on his screen, gojo almost misses it. the prettiest sight.

"c-can i cum, sir?" you simper to your fans, to him. "fuck me. it.. it's right there. please say yes, please please!" circling the pad of your finger under the hood of your clit where you're most sensitive at, you slide a hand up your body to squeeze one of your breasts. a soft gasp pushing out to join the squish of your fingers rubbing through the wet between your thighs.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 2000 hearts!

user20221030 chatted: this rich fuck is so annoying stop hogging!

gojo sounds like a maniac when he tosses his head and howls at the comment, unrestrained laughs choking off into a deep moan when he strokes down and squeezes the base of his cock. fighting off his orgasm for a torturous edge to himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: since you can't hold it, go on and show everyone how pretty you are when you cum.

"yu-yes, sir!"

gojo wasn't lying. even the lagging connection to your stream can't dim the beauty you are when you reach your high. it burns a hole into his brain, tearing shivers down his spine as he watches the band snap as soon as you answer his comment. it's real, but you make it pretty, arching off the bed, thrashing, clamping your thighs together as you cum with strained whimpers.

reluctantly, he takes his wet cock and tucks himself away, hissing as the sensitive head presses against the zipper of his slacks.

"did you guys cum too?" you're asking shyly, ready to end your livestream. gojo cleans his hand on his blindfold with a snort at the viewers complimenting your show.

user203020 chatted: u need to block that rich dude. it's unfair. not coming back until u do

cyberme chatted: so hot, kitten. see you next time!

tittystan chatted: don't go babe i didn't get to cum yet :c

sitting up, you wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting atop your knees. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your little orgasm, but you pull the laptop closer with a blissfully tired smile to answer questions, goodnight wishes, and thank your viewers for their support.

"thank you so much! if you have ideas for my next stream, leave a reply on twitter," you say distractedly, tapping on your laptop.

gojo's phone buzzes with a notification shortly after and he's not surprised that it's a message sent to his account on the cam site.

xoyoursweetenerxo ♡ : hi >< you were my highest tipper!!! do you have any requests for me?

is what the message reads and gojo wears a big smirk as the cards deal a lucky hand just for him. he cradles his phone in both hands as long fingers fly over the keyboard to reply.

no more time wasted after he's blown away hours, weeks, months on the chase for you.

honoredone89: you know what? i think i do!

honoredone89 is typing . . .

honoredone89: open your door for me.

404 error: this livestream has ended!

somehow, that leads to gojo satoru standing in the middle of your room at jujutsu tech.

you'd barely had time to fix your lingerie and clear the smudges of your lipstick before a familiar rap of knuckles was at your door— the same rhythm gojo knocks against your desk each morning to get your attention.

he looks out of place standing in the frills of your pink wonderland, led lights turning pure white hair the color of blush as he glances around at your bishoujo figurines, sanrio plushies, and special edition manga volumes.

"cute," he comments with an amused smile and points, your cheeks warming as you follow his line of vision to the sailor moon dildo sitting on your sheets, forgotten. "where's the other one?"

"h-how did you know..."

"still inside you, i take it?"

"h-how!" your reaction is adorable, different now that you're in front of him. fiddling with the ribbons of your robe, unable to watch his gemstone blue eyes darken to a deep pit of arousal when you nod.

with the feeling of a hare caught in a trap, you watch as he crosses the tiny space to stand in front of you. crowding you against the kitchenette with his imposing six foot three stature. though you want to shrink away, there is something about him that beckons you closer like the limitless, making you want to stay close to him and soak up more of his attention.

"ah, um- i bought these for you earlier today!" you blurt out to him in a hurried whisper, scrambling to reach for the decorated jar of lollipops you intended to gift to him tomorrow. "there's cream, melon, cotton candy, there's matcha too because i know you like-"

"you scared of me?" he wonders, but he accepts your distraction, plucking a cherry-flavored lollipop for himself, amused.

"no!"

he's very attractive without his blindfold, snowy peaks of hair sitting wild over his forehead. you watch as he unwraps the treat, tasting it for the first time like he's tasting you, his tongue working around it; swirling and licking it obscenely on purpose. waiting for that shift, the shameful press of your thighs even though you just had an orgasm. falling for it, you shyly avert your gaze and gojo fights down a smirk.

"there's no need to be nervous, you know," he soothes, hooking a finger under your chin. the deep croon of his voice curls down your spine, bubbling hot desire in your tummy. "i'm right here with you."

"i-i'm not nervous!" you say, wanting to reassure him that he is welcome even though a small voice tells you to run.

after all, haven't you heard the rumors about him?

compliment him in any busy ladies room and you'll summon rumors that gojo satoru picks cherries like a farmer. that gojo satoru fucks girls high in his penthouse, only to drop them low when he ushers them to the elevator hours later. that gojo satoru—

i don't believe it, and your naive schoolgirl crush on him bats those thoughts away.

"obviously a camgirl wouldn't be nervous, silly me," he nods, tone light and teasing. he tilts his head to the side as he reaches for you, thumb easing your silk robe apart. sensual as he pushes it off your shoulder, a shiver rolling down your spine. "did you mean what you said?"

"what do you mean?"

"in your stream," he hums, skimming up the curve of your neck. fingernails scraping lightly over your pulse, and his cock aches at the strangled sound you make. "when you begged me to touch you, fuck you. did you mean what you said, sweet girl?"

"the tipper... honoredone89..."

"was me, yes," he points to himself, smiling. it takes a little while for realization to dawn and he thinks you're too sweet. god, after he finishes breaking in your cunt, he wants to protect you from men like him for the rest of his life. only after, though. "expecting someone uglier?"

where you should feel mortification, you feel sticky and full of attraction for the older man in front of you. how many times did you fuck yourself on two fingers while watching couples on cam, imagining gojo was there and pressing your legs to your chest while he fucked the inexperience right out of you? how many times did you wish that snarky regular on your streams was actually him?

"g-gojo?" you call softly, peeking up at him through thick fans of lashes. twiddling your fingers together in a gesture so fucking cute, it makes his stomach churn. "can i ask you something?"

"hmm? go ahead."

"how many virgins have you fucked?"

"why? you wanna be my one and only?" he teases, a mocking grin set on his lips. "you're really a virgin... too sweet."

"i didn't say that! i.. it's the reason i started streaming. to learn more! it’s an experiment because i don't know how to make someone else feel good." you're babbling, the words rushing out too quickly as you fidget and grip the hem of your robe, looking down to avoid his eyes. "will you teach me?”

“if i teach you, don’t think i’ll go easy on you,” his grin is wicked before he reaches down to ruffle your hair, as if you’re a precious little gem to him. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. it just means i’ll really have to put my back into it!”

putting his back into it means fucking you absolutely dumb, but you don't need to know that yet.

the way he looks at you is an awakening. with a little burst of confidence, you make your own decision; burying your fingers into the collar of his jacket, bringing him down for your first kiss. it's a little awkward with the stick of lollipop in his mouth and your inexperience, teeth and stiff lips until he takes the lead. his lips feel like clouds and you want them everywhere, want to kiss him forever. sink his soft groans into your skin, keep the taste of candy flavored spit on your tongue for the rest of your days as he licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before; kissing you into dizziness.

"please," you pull away, eyes begging— he only needs to be told once.

he takes it in stride, smirking around the stick of lollipop. he draws his hand down, fingers sliding under your bralette to toy with the doughy skin of your breast, rolling a nipple between two pads until the bud pebbles under his touch.

then his path switches, traveling lower and you know exactly where his hand is going. heart fluttering wildly, you whine and nervously press closer to him, hiding your face against the front of his jacket.

but you weren't stopping him, you didn't want to. curiosity coaxes your desire for gojo satoru out of its shell. the entire reason you started exploring the world of porn and cam shows, frustration and curiosity. most women your age had bloomed and blossomed. they were experienced while you felt left behind. never been taken on a date, never been kissed, never been fucked.

a clean slate for the taking.

"i wonder why you're so pretty, hm? been torturing me for months, sweet thing," gojo nudges your feet apart, tongue pushing out the lollipop for one last suck, his lips star candy pink. making you want to kiss him again. "want to taste you instead."

"you mean..."

"don't worry, i'll take good care of you," he gently plucks your hands from his jacket, lowering his lithe body to the floor in a fluid motion. he props one of your thighs over his shoulder, shamelessly spreading your pussy open for him.

cheeks heated, the sight of gojo staring between your legs with a ravenous glint in his eye is too much. your hands fly over your eyes, but he's not having it; reaching up to snatch them down. "good girls keep their eyes open, don't they? how will you learn?"

he hasn't even touched you and yet, lust buzzes an ache between your hips that is driving you crazy.

"good girls deserve to know what it looks like, what it feels like to have me right here,” he continues and leans in to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. nips and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet yips. he slides a thumb between your folds, splitting them to play with your clit. you feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before you choke it off.

"g-gojo-"

he builds the anticipation. getting you used to the motion of something familiar before he opens your pussy for business— the sweetest dessert all for him before the main course. "so what do you think? gonna let me taste how sweet this pussy is, angel?"

"what if you don't like the taste?" you hesitate, hand slipping into the milky clouds of his hair. "i-i heard that happens."

"trying to keep it all to yourself?" he teases, eyes shining as he crooks a smile at you. he indulges you with another feathery kiss to your thigh, his hand on your hip, caressing the skin lightly. "there's no way i won't like the taste of you. not when i have this-"

before you know it, he presses something warm and sticky to your clit, replacing his finger. when you realize just what it is, you whimper loudly.

"oh, oh god. y-you're supposed to use your fingers-" you point out halfheartedly. gojo drags the sugary ball of the lollipop against your clit in tantalizing swirls, smearing the sticky cherry syrup across your pussy and mixing it with your own juices.

"i'll clean up after myself, sweet thing," he reassures, nose pressed to the soft curls at your mound, breathing in your heady scent before he tips his head forward to taste you. this is his favorite part- the possessive feeling in his chest once a virgin is on his tongue, knowing he's the first one to look up and see heaven above him. to hear your soft whimpers and feel the unsure tremble of your thighs.

"how does it feel? you like it?" he asks, kissing your clit with a gentle suck that tightens the muscles in your tummy. he licks against you with skill, tongue a warm wetness over your clit. the feeling gojo pulls from you is all new, butterflies between your hipbones as your cunt flutters around emptiness.

"i think i like it, sir. i-it's so-" you whine, the honorific a slip up. ashamed to talk filth to a man you're assigned to bring oversweetened coffee to every morning. it's so easy talking to the men behind your camera. they're blank faces that pay for a performance and to be soaked in the right words. in person, in front of the man who brings you alive, your tongue is tied up in the heat he licks into your throbbing pussy.

"sir, huh?" you can feel his grin spread along your lower lips, his chuckle vibrating against your skin. he stiffens his tongue for a harder lick, quick flits that bathes your clit in bubbly spit, burning pleasure into your nerves that drives you to tears.

gojo's fingers press bruises into your squishy thighs, locking you in his strong hold. he trails the syrupy sphere of the sucker down to your drooling little hole, nudging until he slowly works the candy up into your pussy at the same time he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

you choke out a wet sob, your hands pushing at his shoulders. squirming and trembling, plush walls clamping down around the hard ball of the lollipop with a wince as he fucks it in slow, his eyes focused on the way your walls slurps it inside.

nothing could have prepared you for gojo satoru fucking you with a piece of candy.

"bet your fans would love to see this," he muses, releasing your puffy clit with a shameful pop, a trail of spit and slick connecting you to the sorcerer's chin. "you can barely handle a piece of candy. look at this cute little pussy struggling to take it."

he can't hide his arousal when you taste this good, smacking and slurping like his last meal on earth is between your legs. you release a frustrated whine when he removes the candy, but he appeases you with his tongue— dragging the pink muscle down to curl it into your pussy, the squishy feeling of it making you squeak and grip the edge of the counter behind you.

gojo mumbles a deep groan, tastes so fucking sweet, curling his tongue in and out of you languidly, your squeaks tapering off into breathy pants. he's running out of patience, your noises shooting straight to his leaking cock, but he's determined not to rush. he wants to savor your first time. savor the sweet taste of sugar combined with the earthy flavor of you.

he has to make it good so you remember him after you inevitably come to your senses and make him leave before he breaks your heart.

his palm moves up and lands on your breast, squeezing too hard but you whine for the twinge of pain, placing your hands over his larger one. you hold him like a lifeline as he makes good on his promise of cleaning you all up— drinking down every little drop of candy coated slick until you run dry, until the wet slide against your folds is because of his spit.

"i-i'm-" the stretch of his tongue is so good, your eyelashes wet as you chase the sensation. second orgasm on the brink with his skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves. you could end it there, cum on his tongue and let him tuck you into bed after, but you've had enough of not knowing what it feels like to be manhandled down onto a bed, kissed slow, and fucked open by his cock.

you want it to be him and no one else.

"you close?" he reels back, lapping at the entrance to your heat, a tease that makes you cry out. blues flit up to look at you, gaze soft and patient even though his desperation to be inside you has him fraying at the seams. when you nod at him, pushing your hips forward, begging, he grins. "didn't you already cum tonight? who taught you to be so greedy, hmm?"

"i-i'm s-"

"you think you can hold it for me? no, i know you can. hold it for me baby. don't cum."

"n-no, don't! wanna cum, please please- wanna cum so bad!" but he's not hearing it. he pinches your clit meanly until the twinge of pain clouds over your orgasm, laughing lightly as you drive your fist into his shoulder in frustration, a hit that doesn't hurt him one bit.

he pats your mound with a smile but before he stands to his full height, he ghosts his sticky lips over your ankle as he sets your foot to the floor, teeth grazing the anklet you're wearing. a tender kiss that has no business making your heart flutter like that when he's so mean.

"i'll make sure of it, but right now i need you to save it for me, pretty princess. i promise it'll be so much better if you cum around my cock." the sorcerer whispers his filth to your ear, leaving wet kisses along the shell. is it normal for your knees to be so weak? "ain't that what you wanted earlier? want something to fill your pussy up, don't you?"

you're so shivery that you hold onto gojo like your life depends on it. feeling wet and used between your legs already.

somehow, you know that gojo satoru is above what you're able to handle. he's a grown man with years of fucking under his belt and you're an apprentice parading as a camgirl who just had your first kiss. but really, it hardly matters when you want him in too many ways to care anymore.

"i want it, want it so bad, please!" you chant, prepared to get on your knees and beg for it while this otherworldly attractive man grins down at you. you feel like sobbing when he listens, circling his arms under your thighs to lift you effortlessly. legs cling to his waist as he walks the few paces it takes to reach your bed, splaying you out amongst the pillows.

"then i'll give it to you, sweet thing. but first, i think you'd be more comfortable in a familiar setting, hmm?"

he wants to film your first time.

it's filthy and you should refuse, but it's also exactly what you daydreamed of. all those nights honoredone89 watched your streams, you wished he was actually there. in front of the camera with you, back to his chest while he stretched you wide on three fingers and claimed you as his for all of your viewers to see.

you're too shy to actually let your fans watch you be fucked by someone else, but you let him hit record on your laptop, the pink camera at the edge of your bed recording a private show for your eyes only, but giving you the illusion of a livestream nonetheless. "don't pay attention to the camera until i tell you to, okay? eyes on me."

after a small nod from you, he makes quick work of his uniform. unbuttoning his jacket to reveal broad planes of smooth ivory skin. shoving his slacks down, no underwear like you expected so his dick springs out, slapping warmth against your thigh.

it's easy to forget you're being filmed when you’re too busy gaping at him undressing. washboard abs taper off into a carved adonis belt dusted with moonlight hair. and with the eyes of a curious virgin, your gaze peeks down to his cock and it makes your tastebuds water. a perfect balance of long and girthy, the smooth tip blushing pretty and pink.

"can i touch it?" your dewy lashes flutter as you reach forward, wanting to know what the weight feels like in your hand. wanting to brush your fingers over the blue veins, maybe even dip your head down to lap up the pearly precum drooling from the head.

"nuh-uh, but you can feel it," he sucks his teeth in reprimand, catching your hand and brushing an affectionate kiss across your fingertips. "alright, sweetheart. how do you want it?"

"i-i always imagined i'd be on my stomach," you whisper, wanting to sink into your covers after voicing such a thing. a combination of your favorite fantasy position and wanting to hide your face from the camera.

"as you wish."

he obliges, gripping your waist and rolling you over for him, front pressed flat into the pillowy mattress. though your hips are caged in by gojo's strong thighs, you wriggle your legs back and forth, cutely tapping his lower back with your toes.

"i-i hear it's better like this." you mumble into the pillow under your cheek, just to get rid of the silence in the air.

he only laughs at your small talk, kissing your shoulder with care. "oh, sweet girl. i'll show you how much better it is."

nerves flutter in your tummy at that, but you trust him more than anything— more than the women who warned you not to harbor a crush on him. he straddles your thighs, reaching into the pocket of his discarded slacks.

you hear the crinkling of a foil packet being ripped, all the air whistling from your lungs in a shaky breath as you twist around, embarrassed; catching him about to roll a condom over his cock. "w-wait-"

"cold feet?"

"no," god, no. "i- please, you don't have to wear one of those."

"yeah?" gojo snorts with a growing smile, but he shrugs and tosses the protection aside, caution to the wind and no further questions on it. blood rushes to his head quick now, dizzy as he draws your hips up a little until your ass bumps against his stomach. you're so easy to move, so cute and weak, like feathers under him.

his patience was lost long ago, but he's a team player. he gathers the seat of your ass against his palms, a soft peach that jiggles when he squeezes and kneads to the song of your whines, his eyes hypnotized by the jeweled plug. "you've had this in for so long, princess." he draws a long finger down the line of your ass, tugging at the plug gently to see your hole spread. the remnants of the lube you used makes it an easy slide as he pulls it out. tossing it to the sheets.

he coos when you squirm away from him with a soft cry, hurts satoru, and he fucking loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance to soothe the soreness. it would be so easy to sink his finger in, cock up next, but he'll save that for another night. "sorry, princess, i know. i'm just making room. i don't think you're ready to take both yet.. let me make it up to you."

gojo keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock in the tight space between your plump thighs. he pushes the thick cockhead through your sopping folds. you can feel the milky pearls of precum smearing along your thighs and cunt with his thrusts, a wet slide right against your heat but it's not enough. "p-please-"

"f-fuck, sweetheart. how are you gonna fit me inside you? look at this."

he's mean for teasing a virgin so much, but he can't help himself. he glances up at the recording laptop; the cam feed showing him your face pressed into the pillows, writhing all over your pretty sheets. fuck, you look so good. he's used to breaking in the starstruck beauties who flock to him, but he plays favorites now— fearing that once he truly has you, you’ll never let go of his heart, his cock.

"i don't- oh god- i don't know, but i want to try, sir," you breathe out through your whines, the honorific only baiting him into getting your way, a true performer. "p-please let me try!"

"such a good girl, even when your fans aren't watching. if you want it, take it then. put it in for me," he almost pleads, wanting to see that you want this just as much and you fucking do. too teased out to feel the jitters fluttering in your heart. you reach behind you, hand fumbling to wrap around his girth. skin feverish after hearing his heavy intake of breath— oh, you did that to him. satoru ducks his head to grip your chin and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips reserved for a lover. a distraction for you both as you guide his cockhead to nudge at the entrance of your pretty virgin cunt—

your eyes mist over, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes; losing focus after his hips sink forward. hiding your face in the sheets again, you muffle the depraved whimpers you hiccup out as gojo's cock forces your walls to spread open just for him. white heat slicking your body with sweat as you squirm under him on the bed. he's so fucking long, and he chuckles when you slide a hand down to your stomach to make sure you can't feel him there, too. he feeds you his cock slow so you feel every inch of him, bullying a spot to sit right up against your womb.

"t-too big- oh m’ god, it's too big satoru!"

"you cryin' f' me, baby?" oh, he is aching. no room in the little space your pussy gives him. he struggles to breathe, hair sticking to his forehead as he fights for his composure. he wants to treat you tenderly, break you in the right way, but you're a hot brand around his cock, sucking him in so good it drives him wild.

"s-satoru-"

"you feel that? much better than your toys, isn't it?" he kneels, pinning one hand over your back to keep you in place. "you can take it, cutie. just ease up for me a little, i've got you."

you try to relax, eyes shut and sheets bitten into your mouth. you've never felt anything like it— the intrusion of his cock builds a pressure that none of your toys could've prepared you for. an overwhelmingly tight fit, you feel too full, in over your head. pussy staining his cock with frothy slick as he draws his hips back for an experimental thrust, an emptiness that makes you whine loudly for him to fill you up again.

"talk to me, tell me how it feels, angel."

"o-oh- i don't... i don't know-" you gasp, leaning up on your elbows, a sensual dip in your back, the way you've seen the girls on the nsfw accounts you follow pose. the webcam films your fucked out expression and you're too cock hungry to care about it now, watching it shamelessly on the screen of your laptop.

"can't talk?" gojo taunts, digging his nails into the skin of your ass as he levels his weight into his hips and fucks forward. heavy, deep snaps that furrows your brow cutely, determined as you try your best to take him like you imagine the experienced women who are used to the oppressive force of his cock do.

"want me to slow down?" he asks softly, a little worried. after all, it wouldn't be the first time his dick knocked someone out. but you shake your head rapidly and he cackles, pairing that insane sound with deeper thrusts, sharp hipbones rutting against the back of your ass as he bottoms out again— too deep.

"wan' see your face, please 'toru, please," you blubber into the sheets, but his keen hearing picks it up anyway. stopping is the hardest thing ever, but he pulls out; pushes you onto your back with a hiss.

"can't believe you wanna watch me break in this cute little pussy. what changed?" he goads, but he doesn't wait for your answer. "you know what to do."

shyly, you wriggle down the bed until your hips are flush against his, reaching between the sweaty shadow of your bodies to handle his damp cock again. the stretch is no easier to take the second time, but you know what it feels like. pining for the slight twinge, the hot burn as he spreads sweet fire through your nerves. the weight of his cock fucking your pussy open in slow, teasing thrusts that leaves you whining.

"don't go easy on me-"

satoru listens instantaneously, pounding you roughly as he nips and marks your sweaty skin as his, little love bites along your neck you'll have to cover in the morning. something he never does, but call him attached to you now. "that's all you needed, ain't it? you don't want those sick fucks watching you. just wanted me to make a mess of this pretty pussy."

"y-yes!" you cry against his shoulder and he buries his nose against the pulse point at your neck, inhaling sweet gulps of sex and perfume. a grunt kicks out of his chest as he leaves you, leaning back on his heels to fuck harder, your fingers flying to his forearms as he grips your waist, tugging you forward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

you become a victim to his skilled fucking, to the harsh slap of his hips that a virgin has no business taking. thighs trembling up a storm, desperately trying to close as his cockhead drags along your gummy walls on the quick pull out, fucking your nerves to a red glow.

"you're so good for me, best girl. so good. keep these legs nice and spread for me so i can fuck this pussy the way she deserves."

neither of you pay attention to the blinking red light of your webcam, too lost in the throes of good fucking. satoru can't keep his eyes off of you as you wriggle desperately underneath him. you're a mess; lips swollen and slicked with spit from your lolling tongue, hair splayed out all over your sanrio pillows while you stare up at him through teary, lidded eyes with the most fucked out look of adoration for the man pounding you, he almost feels guilty.

"s'toru.. satoru- w-will i get to cum again? it feels so- but i can't-"

he loses his final thread of sanity at your little pants and whines of his name. "some girls need it right here, d... don't they, sweet girl?" he says, stuttering when your pussy clenches him in on a good stroke. slick squelches out of you, staining your favorite sheets in a gooey puddle. it's how he knows his cock is fucking you at the right angle, brushed up against that precious spot nestled along your walls. your back arches high off the sheets when he hits it, but a big palm at your belly presses you down, refusing to let you run.

"it feels better right here, too," he tells you, his hand shifting down. drawing sticky shapes of his initials under the hood of your sore, puffy clit— and you've touched yourself enough times to know what the feeling means. the pooling of sweet heat in your belly, the giddy waves of dopamine swirling in your nerves as a man throws you into your peak for the first time. "feel it yet? yeah you do. cum for me like a good fucking girl, make a mess of my cock like it's yours, pretty girl. give it to me."

you're sobbing for him, clinging to him as if he can protect you from the force of your own orgasm. tears welling up in your big eyes as the knot in your tummy bursts so suddenly and you cum, walls fluttering around satoru's cock so tight it pains him to thrust through it. no thought in your pretty mind except the relentless pressure he fucks out of your body. overstimulation sets in too quick and you push at his stomach frantically as your juices splash onto the sheets, wetting all over his hand and bathing down the white trail of hair on his stomach. "i-it's too much, wait-"

"fucking.. fuck, princess- let me go or ‘m gonna cum inside you.. you're sucking me in so tight. f-fuck!" he is only seconds behind you, remembering at the last minute to draw back on his heels and pull his cock out of your weeping pussy. you're still shaking in the aftermath of the best orgasm you've ever had but he’s pinching your puffy lips between his pointer and thumb. it only takes a few rubs of his cock through your swollen folds before he whines low in his throat, grunting and tossing his head back as he spills thick ropes of opaque cum all over your pretty crotchless panties and ruined pussy.

"o-oh.. there's so much of it-" you marvel and when he opens his eyes again on the come down, hips kicking weakly now, he sees you reaching down to run your fingers through the cum he left between your thighs, pinching his sticky seed between your fingers curiously.

you're going to be the fucking death of him.

"yeah, that happens," he chuckles with no breath in his lungs, no energy to tease you about it. he is too dignified to collapse on the bed with a softening dick, in need of a long ass nap, so he leans forward and pets the roots of your hair softly. "you need anything? besides a bath and your diary to give me raving reviews, of course.”

"i..." you start, sitting up and reaching for the closest thing that can cover you besides the stained sheets of your bed: gojo's uniform jacket. you drape it around your front, looking away to hide the vulnerability in your eyes. "can you stay until i fall asleep? you can leave after but.. i don't.."

don't be greedy, is what he would usually tell a woman asking him to sleepover after he's snatched her innocence up and fucked her into a limp. but with you, the sinking feeling in his chest, the months of pocketing your hidden smiles and shy flirtations to think about during his darkest hours, tells him only one thing: he wouldn't have left even if you asked him to.

"i'm not going anywhere."

gojo experiences a first tonight, too. for the first time ever, he doesn't run.

instead, he stays. cleans you up with a warm towel and eases you into clean underwear, though you insist on wearing his jacket as pajamas. he even helps you change your soaked sheets ( with insufferable comments asking if he can keep them. ) you don't know what it means when a man stays after being your first, but your heart feels too warm and a little bit in lo—

"what's that sound?"

you're about to tuck into bed, ready to snuggle in safe and sound with gojo watching over you when his voice speaks up. now that your post-orgasmic haze has cleared a little, you hear it too. the quiet chime of the tip and chat bells ringing wildly from your still open laptop.

the camera at the end of your bed blinking lipstick red from its perch on the tripod.

like.boobs.97 chatted: that bastard is so lucky.

"oh... oh, no!" you squeal, scrambling to shut the laptop down, face burning with mortification. you should have checked, you should have checked. you have to help satoru with his emails in the morning, why did you trust him to click the right button?

you've been streaming to your viewers on the cam site the entire time.

"whoops," is all gojo says, carefree and flippant as ever as he moves to stretch out across your bed like an oversized unbothered cat, drawing you against his body.

"so, you gonna introduce me as your new boyfriend or what?"

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kissdrunk!sakusa, who swore to himself that he’d never kiss anyone, revolted by the idea of having to share his mouth with another person.

kissdrunk!sakusa who met you eventually, and though still uneasy about the idea at first, he’d often catch himself staring at the plump of your lips every so often.

kissdrunk!sakusa who caved one night, clumsily leaning in to take your mouth only to have you stiffle a laugh in his once you realize that he’s horrible at it.

kissdrunk!sakusa who let you slip the pad of your thumb between his lips, flusteredly obeying as you taught him how to do the very thing he used to hate thinking about.

kissdrunk!sakusa who ever since then, could never get enough. 

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you awake in the mornings, silently rejoicing when he took the risk of slipping his tongue pass your lips and you latched onto it, moaning softly.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you anytime, anywhere, however he likes it.  slipping his tongue past your lips outside the gym after practice when you come to pick him up, the hand at the back of your head pulling you closer, his teammates gaping in horror.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you deep and slow as you take the elevator up to your apartment, because he was far too impatient.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would fuck your mouth until he was satisfied, holding your pretty head in place with two hands as his hips jerk and he shoots his load down your throat, groaning blissfully. he’d yank you upwards then, pulling your lips to his demandingly, tasting the saltiness of his seed on your tongue, rewarding you once he knows for sure that you swallowed all of it.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss his way down your body, tongue flicking against the swolleness of your clit, then pressing a soft kiss in warning.

kissdrunk!sakusa who throws your legs over his shoulders, hooks his arms under each of your thighs, then lifts your ass off the bed as he brings you flat against his face.

kissdrunk!sakusa who doesn’t just eat you out with his mouth, but his whole face. a dry, shocking scream would rip from your throat as your toes curl, feeling the bump of his nose as it rubs brutally against your clit, the pump and oddly talented thrust of his tongue inside of you, and the constant graze of teeth as he searches for anything he can latch onto.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will suck lewdly on your clit, not caring in the slightest of the excess of suction noises that make their way around the room.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will continue to pump his long, slender fingers in and out of your cunt, already having three in and swearing that you could fit one more.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will swallow up all of your juices, lapping them up thoroughly as he cleans you with his tongue.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will crawl back up your body and capture you in a bruising kiss, making sure to travel the lengths of your mouth with his tongue.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will finally pull away, and in a breathless but soft voice whisper: “you taste so good baby, please, let’s go one more time,” pleading for another taste of your pussy, completely high and fucked off the adrenaline.

everyone says that my omiomi is a clean pussy eater—if one at all, and i disagree. that boy is pussy starved and eats that shit out like he aint ever gonna see it again.