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i should write again i miss the dopamine of it lowk

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new blog name it’s only been two whole years who cheered for me

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DOA !

feat: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, touya todoroki, keigo takami, tomura shigaraki

warnings / cache notes: quirkless au for izuku's, other than that all are canon timeline! one sided pining, miscommunication, mentions of death / dying, alcohol consumption, all around angst (what else did u expect... it's me and it's fall out boy. whoops.) jjk version here!

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CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO - IZUKU MIDORIYA — She took me down and said / "Boys like you are overrated, so save your breath" / Loaded words and loaded friends / Are loaded guns to our heads / 'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap / Negates the pains I went through to avoid you / And every little pat on the shoulder for attention / Fails to mention I still hate you

izuku was a nice guy. maybe a bit too nice-- it always confused you. because all through high school he was the sweetest thing-- blushing, stuttering, a little ditzy sometimes and a new level of awkward that you weren't sure was even possible-- but the guy currently tossing pebbles at your window? how is he the same guy that literally almost passed out when you bumped into his shoulder in the 9th grade? this had been happening for weeks. the curly haired boy would show up at the home you rented with another friend of yours and toss little pebbles from the garden in front of your house against your window. and when you finally did open the window, the conversation would dry out a little too quickly for his liking, and you'd dismiss him in that fake sweet tone of yours. izuku doesn't know why he's chasing after you. he knows you were never interested in him more than a silly little high school crush. you both were well in your twenties by now, him with an office job and you with your teaching job. you two reached out a year or so after graduation and caught up, making izuku realize that he had shoved some intense feelings to the back of his psyche, and you were doing great with your newly rewarded promotion at your job. why was he still clinging to this one sided pining? it should've shifted to the next stage by now-- he should atleast dislike you, hate you even. even if you never get to hear the confession he's been rehearsing since that first lunch together months ago, even if you continue to deny him a chance of even hearing him out-- he should hate you. a lot. and yet he doesn't. because at his heart, izuku was a nice guy. too nice.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN (ATAVAN HALEN) - KATSUKI BAKUGOU — I keep telling myself / I keep telling myself / I'm not the desperate type / Sitting out dances on the wall / Trying to forget everything that isn't you / I'm not going home alone / 'Cause I don't do too well on my own

one thing you learned about katsuki was that he was an honest drunk. a brash and shameless honest drunk, but still honest. you don't always go out for drinks with him and the crew-- you don't care too much for the bar scene and you can never keep up with the boys (denki and kirishima always peer pressure you) but sometimes you tag along and you manage to have a good time. tonight, the number of people still awake has dwindled down drastically. sero was slumped forward against the table, denki was asleep leaning with his back against the wall with kirishima also asleep on his shoulder. only you and katsuki were awake. awake is put loosely, since the blonde keeps blinking slowly at you, rocking just the slightest bit where he sits and leaning into his arm propped up on the table. you've mirrored his position, only half as drunk as he was-- your eyes are lazily tracing the scars along his face and exposed skin of his arms. you don't even know what you two were talking about. at this point, you were sure you were mumbling nonsense, but it didn't matter. katsuki watched you like you were the most interesting thing in existence, drunken starry eyes idly tracked your every move. his cheeks were a nice rosy color-- either from the alcohol or how you were very obviously and shamelessly checking him out right in front of him. "'m gonna go home soon," you slur your words, your free hand traces the circle of condensation that your glass leaves when you move it. katsuki watches your finger for just a moment too long before his eyes snap up to yours. "don't," he mumbles, but you hear him just fine. like your ears have a specific tuning for his particular timbre. you lean in the slightest bit and pretend to not hear how katsuki's breath hitches. "have patrol tomorrow," you manage to get out while you hold his gaze. drunk katsuki also pouts. "don't leave me," if you were sober, you would've been shocked at how sincere and tender his voice sounded. "please?" you rarely ever hear him use that word. "'suki-" the alcohol doesn't allow you to say his full name, but he latches onto the portion that he hears and scoots the slightest bit closer towards you. in this intimate distance, you can see the glaze in his eyes, a carnelian warmth the spreads to your cheeks and down your spine. for once in your life you can see the vulnerablility clear in his eyes. katsuki is not a desperate guy, atleast when he's sober. you can hear the clear want in his voice when he speaks again, inching closer to close the distance, his nose bumping gently into yours. "don't make me go home alone." katsuki is a very honest drunk.

BISHOPS KNIFE TRICK - TOUYA TODOROKI — These are the last blues we're ever gonna have / Let's see how deep we get / The glow of the cities below lead us back / To the places that we never should have left / The last blues we're ever gonna have / Let's see how deep we'll get / The glow of the cities below lead us back / To the places that we never should have left

"wish we could've spent my last night alive alone," touya mutters as he leans back onto open palms, the concrete a numb chill against his skin. his eyes are focused forward, and so are yours. you don't pay any mind to the security guard who is standing just a little ways off to the side, gun drawn but ready to aim at the man next to you at a moments notice. you know there's no need for the weapon, but to them-- the commission, the public; the whole country-- they need it. they are the ones who don't trust him. you only hum in response, curling more into the warmth of his side and continue to watch the sky as it changed colors. you've given yourself to touya years ago. complete devotion, unwavering love-- support while he recovered after the war and help during his time in rehab. you've given him so much, only for it all to be ripped apart and scrubbed clean with a single piece of paper. if he were the protagonist of this story, he would've gotten a happy ending. he would've been able to complete his time in rehab and come out a different man, one who was willing to love his family and be able to live a normal life with the love he claimed for himself. but touya todoroki was not the protagonist. he was the villain, a villain who caused immeasurable damage and caused chaos and pain-- and villains always get bad endings. you had hoped that touya's good behavior would've been rewarded. every time you were granted visitation time he promised you he would give you the life he always wanted to give you-- he would give you that and more. he hadn't always been the best at giving, but rehab was making it possible for him. touya's good behavior was rewarded with an execution date. a measly two simple lines for any last requests-- (it was the only time he was sent to solitary, he bitched up a storm about making sure he got what he wrote on that paper) and a list with boxes for him to check which meal he would like to have before he died. and he gave you what he had always wanted to give you in one day. all of him, his soul, mind-- he couldn't give you his body since that would be taken by his family to be buried unfortunately, but they would never get his last thoughts or memories from him. those were yours. those were always you. you gave yourself to touya years ago. in return, he gave you his last day alive.

SOPHOMORE SLUMP OR COMEBACK OF THE YEAR - KEIGO TAKAMI — 'Cause I'll keep singing this lie / I'll keep singing this lie / Are we growing up or just going down? / It's just a matter of time until we're all found out / Take our tears and put them on ice / 'Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light

late. again. to be fair, keigo don't do it on purpose. he's a busy man, things slip from his mind. and yes, it's shitty that he forgets about certain things when it pertains to you-- but you knew what you were signing up for when the two of you started dating. you knew what was going to happen when he rose through the rankings and gained the number three spot so early, and then got to number two all of a sudden. you knew that. there's a harsh mix of emotions swirling in your gut. the straw in your drink has been chewed to the point where you could no longer drink out of it. the leather material you've been sitting on for the past forty-five minutes has grown uncomfortably warm. keigo, no-- hawks-- had gotten too cozy with telling you little white lies. you know him too well to see right through the mask he puts on to 'protect' you, the act-- as you would call it-- and you were wondering what was going to be your last straw. sitting here, by yourself at the cafe you met him at-- waiting for him. it was supposed to be a lunch date, he promised you he'd make it there even though you knew it was a lie. you knew it was a lie and you're still sitting in the same spot, and still waiting. you've already wasted enough time waiting for him, why not just a couple more pathetic minutes wiping away tears? why not waste just a few more moments wishing you would've grown up before meeting him? because if you had, you would not have made such a good home for yourself at rock bottom.

27 - TOMURA SHIGARAKI — Are all the good times getting gone? / They come and go and come and go and come and go / I've got a lot of friends who are stars / But some are just black holes / My mind is a safe / And if I keep it then we all get rich / My body is an orphanage / We take everyone in

when tomura spaces out, everyone just doesn't mention it. especially as of late, he's been zoning out and barely there-- at the league's bar more often than not with a glass of whiskey that he does not take a drink out of. he leaves it out on the bar most of the time and doesn't clean it-- kurogiri cleans up after him. like always. it's been rough since you left. the group struggled heavily; even if some didn't want to admit it. it's been taking twice longer than normal to perk up in the mornings when it was usually you who got him up with the coffee he likes, toga is more quiet than usual, and dabi doesn't buy cigarettes as often as he used to due to not having to share them with you. re-destro hasn't been reaching out as often. it's not like tomura minds it-- he's been wanting the space. and most meetings have been going the same; tomura shows up, usually with another member of the league-- and leaves with no progress on either end. it's not until tomura shows up with compress one day that re-destro snaps. going off about how something needed to change, something needed to happen-- he was fed up with how slow tomura had been acting the past few months. tomura and compress listened silently, almost like children getting scolded for having their hand in the cookie jar until your name is brought up. compress felt like he was watching in slow motion as tomura tensed, rising to his feet with a finger pointed scathingly towards the ginger. tomura's eyes flashed something dangerous-- something deadly. he looked like he was about five seconds from jumping the table and grabbing re-destro by the throat. compress reached a hand out to the fabric of tomura's pants-- but tomura was seething. "keep their name out of your mouth." tomura jerked away from compress' touch. he took the first few short steps before pausing again, his eyes still keenly trained on the man in front of him. "don't ever," his voice was practically spitting venom, "talk about them again. your mouth is nowhere near worthy enough to speak it." tomura's eyes were wild-- bright and on alert. like a feral animal being caged against it's will, choosing to fight instead of flee. this time, he was choosing to fight. whenever it came to you, he always backed down. ran from the situation that was bluntly put in front of him. denied it through and through until he couldn't lift his head from lack of sleep or drinking too much. the entire time he blamed you. the black hole of the group. sucking all the motivation and spirit the second you left. no, you were just a planet stuck in orbit; finally breaking free. tomura was the black hole.

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wowow i missed getting high why oh why did i stop

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dumbass boyfriend sukuna who's hands are too big for a phone so you get him an ipad with a sim card in it.

this man straight up whips out an ipad in public when he's grocery shopping and face times you to ask what brand of milk do you need or something. you've probably turned on a lot of accessibility tools as well for him (made the font size bigger especially). and no password for him because he finds it stupid and a waste of time. definitely uses the pre-installed photo-booth even though he never admits it.

you need to beg him to not carry his ipad on dates because he wants to take pictures of you, so he grumbles and takes your phone instead. again, hands too big to click on the shutter button so you invest in a tripod/selfie stick with those button photo clickers on it so he uses that to take photos of you. demands you share every single picture with him, even the blurry or "bad" ones. fascinated by airdrop (if you have an ios)

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☆ "TOSS IT TO ME!"

☆ SYNOPSIS :: spotted: you and the the jjk men at a close friend's wedding. in said wedding, you have to participate in the bouquet toss game.

FEATURING : gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, megumi, yuji, inumaki, yuta

NOTE : this was lowkey a little cute to makeeee

CREDITS! :this work is owned by @k-aay on tumblr. please dont steal my work! (i do not proof read, sorry for any mistakes !!)

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i think that virgin Coriolanus is super loud in bed so with reader and Coriolanus’ reader has to cover coryos mouth while she’s riding him and starts to mock him for being so loud

you're so right

mdni - tw very slight blood play oop

Especially cause whenever he did jerk off, he'd probably be keeping so quiet, but the feeling he has with you wrapped around his cock is just not comparable. It's way too hard to contain his noises.

You knew this might become a problem before you were even on his cock. Only your hand holding his length as his head buried in your neck to leave sloppy kisses there and he tries.

Coryo tries, but he can't contain the moans he lets out. He'd be so embarrassed by it, but when his hand finds its way into your underwear and he feels how soaked you are, you tell him, "Your noises are driving me insane," and a shaky breath comes out of your mouth as his fingers explore you.

He would love to just bite down on your shoulder when you sink down on his cock, but he wouldn't be sure if that's the right thing to do. So he bites his cheek, trying to focus his energy on helping you move your hips, but Coryo is aware you're the experienced one and he just really needs to sit back and enjoy it.

But as you start to move faster, bouncing on him, your tits right in his face, he just can't hold it back anymore and he's moaning so loud. Over and over, whenever your cunt has his cock buried completely in it, the guttural noise that comes out is unlike any you've ever heard. There's no doubt you love it, but you know he needs to keep quiet. As he nears his end, you put your hand over his mouth, his blue eyes wide and darkened with desire.

"can't help yourself huh? Just gotta be so fucking loud," you sneer at him and if Coryo was right in the head at this moment, he'd take your words as an insult, but instead, they just make his hips fuck up into you.

"Coriolanus Snow? Do you like being made fun of?" And you know he can't answer with your hand over his mouth, his eyes tell you everything you need to know.

"Finally get your dick wet and you can't fucking stop moaning. All for me?" And he'd nod. Coryo would be fuming, his face heating up and his grip on your waist bruising, but he doesn't take control of the situation. He can't when he's so close and you feel so good.

You'd even clock the knit in his brow and the familiar dash of annoyance in his eyes, but you just smile at him, and his cock twitches. Even your hand can't muffle how loud he is when he comes. Coryo knows you follow suit and he wants to just pick you up and push you down into his bed, but he's savoring this feeling, biting harder on his lip.

His head is foggy and he barely registers you grabbing his jaw and kissing him. When you pull apart he can see a little red on your lips and he licks his own, tasting the metallic and realizing he was biting his lip too hard. You lick your bottom lip and Coryo groans, leaning his head to your chest. That's when he realizes you're just sitting down fully on his cock right now, "L-let's do it again," he mumbles.

"Will you be quiet?"

let's chat about coryo, here :)

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he’s such a cutie i need to kiss him

Josh Andrés Rivera as Sejanus Plinth in The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023)

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“hear that? hm? the sound of this pussy. she’s fucking leaking. this all for me?”

i came,,, i need him so badly.

MDNI

the arguments between you and rick have been frustrating everyone else in the group.

you could hear it in the way daryl was quick to butt in whenever you and rick were getting started. you could see it in the way glenn’s jaw would harden and he would look away. and you’ve been told by shane, who reasoned that he’d had enough with playing mediator for two adults.

his words were something along the lines of, “go figure your shit out face to face. got it?” and you’re perfectly content with blaming shane for your current predicament.

but maybe you should be thanking him instead of blaming him as rick’s fucking you better than you’ve had in a while.

your back pinned to the mattress, one of your legs hooked around his hips and jerking with the force of his thrusts, and the other held steady by his hand pushing it back until your thigh met your chest.

you’re both covered in sweat, adding to the slip of your bodies where they meet. but most of the slip comes from your arousal, shocking in quantity around ricks cock which enters and leaves your walls with embarrassing ease.

of course, he has to comment on it.

“hear that? hm? the sound of this pussy. she’s fucking leaking. this all for me?”

he might be fucking you good, but you refuse to give in.

rick’s looking right at you when you roll your eyes. he chuckles, and his nonchalance pisses you off.

it takes you a second to speak without your words being broken up by a moan, and even then your voice tremors.

still, you have an attitude when you childishly tell him, “you wish.” it’s the best come back you can come up with when you’re so close to an orgasm.

“i thought you hated me?” he continues to tease.

you go to reply, to tell him that you do hate him (you really, really don’t). but it’s unfortunately then that rick angles his cock slightly different and he hits a spot that makes you cry out, a small squeal leaving your mouth before you slap your hand over it.

rick tuts, shaking his head as he aims for that spot over and over again.

“uh-uh. none of that. lemme hear you, sweetheart.”

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MDNI

the arguments between you and rick have been frustrating everyone else in the group.

you could hear it in the way daryl was quick to butt in whenever you and rick were getting started. you could see it in the way glenn’s jaw would harden and he would look away. and you’ve been told by shane, who reasoned that he’d had enough with playing mediator for two adults.

his words were something along the lines of, “go figure your shit out face to face. got it?” and you’re perfectly content with blaming shane for your current predicament.

but maybe you should be thanking him instead of blaming him as rick’s fucking you better than you’ve had in a while.

your back pinned to the mattress, one of your legs hooked around his hips and jerking with the force of his thrusts, and the other held steady by his hand pushing it back until your thigh met your chest.

you’re both covered in sweat, adding to the slip of your bodies where they meet. but most of the slip comes from your arousal, shocking in quantity around ricks cock which enters and leaves your walls with embarrassing ease.

of course, he has to comment on it.

“hear that? hm? the sound of this pussy. she’s fucking leaking. this all for me?”

he might be fucking you good, but you refuse to give in.

rick’s looking right at you when you roll your eyes. he chuckles, and his nonchalance pisses you off.

it takes you a second to speak without your words being broken up by a moan, and even then your voice tremors.

still, you have an attitude when you childishly tell him, “you wish.” it’s the best come back you can come up with when you’re so close to an orgasm.

“i thought you hated me?” he continues to tease.

you go to reply, to tell him that you do hate him (you really, really don’t). but it’s unfortunately then that rick angles his cock slightly different and he hits a spot that makes you cry out, a small squeal leaving your mouth before you slap your hand over it.

rick tuts, shaking his head as he aims for that spot over and over again.

“uh-uh. none of that. lemme hear you, sweetheart.”

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“feels good, hm? you like me inside of you? makin’ you feel so good, yeah?”

“gonna cum— g— cum so hard f’ you.” sejanus looks up at you while still abusing your wet pussy. “pretty girl. you’re so beautiful, talk to me. let go, baby.” 

dionne i’m stunned .. yet another verse! diooonna 1:20

SEJANUS PLEQSEE… need him to talk like this to me it’s crazy idk, the way i was reading this trying to keep a straight face but was completely unable,, says something about yr writing idkk!

MY TURN, SEJANUS PLINTH.

cw: est rel, fingering, praise kink, oral (f receiving)

nsfw ahead !

“i’m tired, i just wanna sleep, please?” you beg sejanus as he pulls the straps of your dress down, exposing your bra and bare stomach. “mm-mm,” sejanus shakes his head, “you wanted this, though.” he cradles your chin and caresses your pillowy lips with his thumb. 

he pulls your dress down and off your legs, it's discarded in the corner of your room. he pulls you to the edge of your mattress, having a firm grip on your sore ankles. “open up,” he says into your ear, making you shiver. you open your legs almost instinctively. he pushes his thumb onto your wet, clothed pussy. you jolt as he rubs your clit in circles. 

your quiet whimpers and moans make his pants tighten as he ruts against your mattress, quietly groaning. “m' gonna do you so good, okay? you wanted this.”

as he kneels in front of the bed, sejanus hooks his finger onto the hem of your underwear, pulling it off of your legs. your cunt dripping in pure arousal. sejanus groans at the sight of it, “mmm, so wet, all for me,” he declares.

he grips your thighs and licks a stripe onto your cunt, making you shiver in the process. “keep going, feelin’ so good.” you whine as your head falls back. he licks at your folds, ripping rabid moans out of you. he laps at your pussy like a madman, sticking his tongue deep into it. 

he tightens his grip on your thighs as you try to instinctively pull away, you’re too sensitive.

“be still, doll, tastes so good.” his voice low, groaning words into your pussy.

his face is coated in your arousal, as he looks up at you with his brown eyes. he stands from the ground with his hand extended toward you. you sit up and stick your tongue out, moving forward as your warm mouth accompanies his long fingers licking and sucking around his fingers, you whimper around them.

“so good. feelin’ so good, doll,” he bites his red plush lips, making eye contact with you. he returns to your warmth and glides his wet, warm fingers along your cunt. his fingers plunge inside of you, going slow. 

his pace quickens with his two fingers curling and prodding at that spongy spot. “feels good, hm? you like me inside of you? makin’ you feel so good, yeah?” rutting his needy hips against your mattress. 

“s’ goo—od,” you moan and writhe under his spell. “feelin’ so good.” the familiar feeling of warmth trickles into your stomach as your pussy throbs, like you’re gonna cum. 

sejanus laps at your puffy clit, smashing his long fingers right into your pussy. your abused cunt flutters under the harsh thrusts of him. “gonna cum— g— cum so hard f’ you.” sejanus looks up at you while still abusing your wet pussy. “pretty girl. you’re so beautiful, talk to me. let go, baby.” 

he sped his movements in your cunt all the way up, and moving deeper inside of you. he sucks on your red, swollen clit. 

your stomach flutters as you feel the need to release. sejanus slithers up to your ear, not removing his fingers, still slamming into you, to whisper, “just let go.” 

you cum all around his fingers, it coating the blankets. your eyes roll back while you’re thrashing and twitching from the high. he taps your pussy a few times, earning a moan, more cum, and more pleasure for you. 

“see? made you feel so good.” you manage to lift your neck up, cunt still spasming, softly. he catches you in a kiss before his thumb runs over your puffy lips, cooing in your ear.

“my turn?”

this is kinda bad bcs this is an old peter b parker fic that i made. i modified it for sejanus, though

if u want the peter one let me KNOWW

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LIKE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAE

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something’s on the way 🤔

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this altered my brain chemistry actually

RETURNING THE FAVOR, CORIOLANUS SNOW, SEJANUS PLINTH.

oral (all receiving), DEGRADATION, praise, SWEARING n more

nsfw ahead !

sejanus knew you were a great girlfriend. always up for everything, even for questionable things. he just needed a small favor.

your back arching on top of sejanus’ chest, fingers intertwined while your cunt gets abused by coryo. “she likes it, keep goin’.” sejanus bucks his free, clothed cock up onto your ass as you moan and sob under coryos touch, his nails digging into your thighs as he laps at your swollen cunt. his tongue slides into you, so easily, and his nails dig further into your thighs. 

“i think she’s ready, coryo.” rough hands moving across your chest and stomach. sejanus coos into your ear, nails digging into your hips, “feel good? gonna fuck you stupid.” breath hot against your neck, covered in small bruises. you nod as sejanus delivers sloppy kisses to your ear and shoulder.

sejanus’ readiness doesn’t stop coryo, though, only making him speed his tongue up, a finger finding its way to your hole. slipping in, coryo breathlessly groans your name, rutting his needy hips against the bed. 

red, slick lips attach to your swollen clit and you instinctively grip his blonde hair, locks spilling out between your trembling fingers. “so wet, so, so wet.” coryo’s warm breath fans your clit.

long fingers curl up inside of you, brushing that soft, spongy spot. your moans resemble that of an animal as sejanus slides his thumb over your wet lips, running his fingers through your hair, soothing you. 

your eyes snapping shut as coriolanus pumps inside of you, moaning and biting your plush lip that quivers with every thrust from him. your cunt squeezes around his fingers when sejanus’ hand roams your stomach, again soothing you. “there’s my girl, go ahead,” a grin spilling onto his face seeing you react to the abuse of your clit, how good it feels. 

coryo’s speed only increases, him making sure to hit that spot, tears prickle at your waterline as you look up at sejanus who can only run his thumb across your cheek. your stomach can’t help but tighten as coryo digs his fingernails into your hips when they stutter against his knuckle. 

“don’t move, almost done.” breathless words leave his mouth while he still humps the end of the bed, subconsciously. “doin’ so good, so good.” sejanus says while his eyebrows furrow, reassuring your trembling body. 

coryo’s fingers feel so good in you, curling just right as his warm tongue runs over your clit. “stay fuckin’ still, taste – good.” he groans into you. the sound of your wet pussy fills the room along with moans and groans from all three of you. you know you won’t last any longer when your cunt constricts around his fingers. 

a soft moan leaves your lips as sejanus whispers, “go ahead.” his low voice only makes you spasm around coryo’s chin and fingers.

juices fall onto the bed under you while coryo cums from his cock rubbing against sejanus’ bed, warm liquid filling his boxers while he soothes his red, puffy tip. 

sejanus’ warm body leaves yours, standing before motioning for you to come closer. “knees, please.” two eager sets of eyes watch your naked body, breasts and all. 

coryo groans when you rub your cheek against his boxers, hard cock waiting for your warm tongue. his cock slaps his stomach, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you, so ready. your hand wraps around his cock while sejanus sits on the bed, matching the way your hand strokes coryo to no end before you lick at his tip, he’s so sensitive. fingers snake their way through your hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging backward.

your plump lips all around his cock make him groan at the sight, his hips bucking up into your mouth. “f– so warm,” red lips being sunken into by his teeth. your nails dig into his thighs as you bob your head up and down, needing all of him in your mouth, ready for his cum all down your throat. “taste s’ good.” you moan onto his skin. his free hand grips your neck, finding comfort in you being this close.

his fingers loosen their grip on your hair, his legs tremble under your nails’ constant abuse. his hips can’t help but buck into your mouth, so warm, so inviting. warm cum coats your throat and your tongue, leaving you to taste what you’ve done. “so fuckin’ “good, f’ so good on me.” his thumb on your chin, fingers cradling your jaw. “so nasty for my cock, look at you,” his chest heaves over you, hands shaking.

“c’mon, your turn.” coryo speaks to sejanus who's already fucked out from his fist, covered in pre-cum. 

he shuffles over to you, on your knees, lips all wet looking up at him in all of your glory. eyelashes fluttering, eyes so determined to help them. “m’ ready.” you said it so sweetly, even giving a smile. 

sejanus taps his tip on your lips, signaling for you to open them. “so pretty.” he groans while you take him all in your throat, trying at least. his hand grabs your hair and holds it, occasionally squeezing when your nails dig into his thighs. the room fills with thank yous and praises while your tongue runs over a vein, hips bucking into your mouth almost instantaneously. 

your mouth goes up and down on his cock, making his hips stutter and eyebrows twitch. his hand can’t help but find its way to your cheek, running his thumb over it. “tastes good, want you all in.” your moan only egging him on as coryo watches, running a finger over his slit. he’s jealous. jealous sejanus gets all of you, jealous of how good you’re being to sejanus, how he can have you any time. 

sejanus’ eyebrows furrow at your words before groaning, your hand roaming his stomach, “m’ gonna cum, mouth so fuckin’ warm,” legs about to completely give out. his hands grip your hair and push your head farther onto his cock, him needing your warm mouth to cum. “f– cummin’.” fat cock twitching in your throat.

cum seeps down your throat and down your chin as you keep sucking, his load not stopping. his legs nearly buckle at the constant overstimulation, your tongue running over his slit again and again, earning one last thrust into your mouth, muttering praises and curses.

sejanus lifts you from your knees onto the bed, “gonna make you feel so good, doll, just wait.” coryos finger taps your ankle, silently telling you to open them.

sejanus’ breath against your mouth, “let us return the favor.” 

ok lmk what u think. cs i bit my finger a lil bit idk

[dazasito]

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