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Eternally yours
#winter wonderland#winter photography#winter landscape#winter light#winter#winter love#snowfall#snowy day#snow#snowy#white winter#winter charm#winter colours#winter colors#winter collection#romanian winter#romania
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Today's otherkin of the day is Heart, who is snowy owlkin đŠ
-requested by anon
#request#anon request#heart cccc#cccc#chonnys charming chaos compendium#chonny jash#snowy owlkin#snowy owl kin#snowy owl therian#owlkin#owl kin#owl therian
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I feel like I donât see owlbert art often and I just had to do this silly sketch of him đđŒ he deserves a little love for carrying our update broadcasts
#honkai fanart#honkai star rail#owlbert#owlbert hsr#hsr fanart#fanart#sketch#owls are my personal cultural symbol#I connect with them very dearly and I love the fact the one owl mascot in this franchise is a snowy owl#heâs a little wack sometimes but I love the energy he has#I hope one day he gets the salary he deserves#also this will be an acrylic charm. soon.#I have to draw the rest of penaconyâs cast first#dear god how many of these custom long tags can I make
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Snowy has a letter for you đ
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seeing all the snow-related headcanons
mind is the kind of person to make a snowball full of stones and ice, cover it neatly in a layer of fresh powder, and fucking chuck it at the first other third he sees
i also hc that he has robot arms, one form or another, so when he throws it, he throws it HARD
heart and soul have to team up and guard each others' backs so they can go home without any broken bones
tldr mind is an absolute fucking menace
(his only issue is, again, robot arms, which means he can't actually be in the snow for too long otherwise he's screwed)
also heart will get really cold and is the kind to wear twenty different jackets and thirty pairs of socks per foot and he just walks around like a marshmallow and STILL will be shivering
Headcanon #298
#chonny jash#submission#cj mind#cj heart#chonnys charming chaos compendium#a snowy headcanon for chrimist day
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A chairlift quietly ascends through a serene, snowy landscape in northern Finland, vanishing into the soft embrace of the clouds above. Below, a frosty forest stands still, bathed in the dreamy light of dusk.
#snowy landscape#chairlift#Finland#serene scenery#winter wonderland#cloud embrace#frosty forest#peaceful nature#dusk light#twilight beauty#tranquil moments#arctic adventure#travel#Nordic charm#winter escape
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my beloved cuties đ»đ„°đ
like, I mean, Capilone is what makes me feel comfy. they're sooo wonderful and I wonder how that works out with GENSHIN (H A H A J H A H A), but they're... like... normal. I mean. healthy relationship. no abuse, no disrespect, nothing I can call harming. they're just beautiful and how am I supposed to not to love them with my whole heart?
(lmao pleeease don't judge me for my headcanons I can chat about them ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT LONG LITERALLY. but not here. but I want that soooo badly, haha :>)
BTW I've tested it myself they're perfectly suitable to be a phone lock screen!!!!!!!!!! âșïž
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin fatui#fatui harbingers#fatui fanart#genshin capitano#capitano#pantalone#genshin pantalone#capilone#capitano x pantalone#my art#my men but so charming so cute with that snowy photo as a background and them just being husbands and love each other and UAJAHHSKSHSUAYQEHU#snowy trees#snezhnaya#before Snezhnaya release#before Nathlan release#i love them#I mean I LOVE THEM
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Oh I'm bleeding from the head again. đ
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I think they should add a birthday feature to FEH. I don't think this would really improve anything or change much but I do think it would be fun. MAYBE... it could be a relatively non-intrusive thing they could add to Aether Resort. Just like a little notification if you happen to go to the resort on a chara's bday (exactly like Fates actually!) And if you have random slots on your resort maybe that chara shows up.
#feh#this WOULD save feh actually i change my mind. singlehandedly this would do it#they need to add more shit to aether resort anyway. i want more decorations. i want more scenery (DESPERATELY)#like where's my realm of light resort. where's my world tree resort. i think they should have seasonal resorts too.#like you KINDA come close w the beach option and two snowy options but i want a spooky option.#well... actually...... i guess you could use the hel option for that. but ah. i was hoping for something more festive.#ALSO having the player's bday be a factor would be so fun. even if it does nothing. like.#if i could just get a cute letter sent in-universe from askr trio or even special bday dialogue that would be SO FUN#you KIND OF GET A HINT OF THIS. heroes journey event wise. but what if it's not even your bday when that happens. what then.#funnily enough i think it was summer when that event dropped so like. it was close enough for me! very charming!#still. i think we could go further. this WILL change the game
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apple, snowy, charm, swirly, pudding, astral
#my art#oc#mlp oc#apple butter#snowy nights#oleander charm#swirly ponder#coffee pudding pie#astral lights#mlp next gen
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You complete me
#winter#winter wonderland#winter photography#winter landscape#winter light#winter colours#winter colors#winter charm#winter collection#white winter#snowy day#snowy#snow#december
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Snowfall: The Enchanting Tale of a White Cat's Elegance!
#White cat#elegance#enchanting#magical journey#grace#mystery#wonderment#feline#adventure#ethereal#snowfall#captivating#whimsical#beauty#snowy landscapes#serenity#charm#fantasy#imagination#curious#exploration#graceful movements#stunning#awe-inspiring#mesmerizing#delicate#pristine#purity#majestic#dreamlike
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youtube
#Georgia winter travel#snowy destinations#stunning winter views#winter wonderland#Georgia snow adventure#winter travel vlog#snow-covered mountains#charming villages#snowfall in Georgia#winter escapade#breathtaking winter scenes#Georgia travel guide.#Youtube
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it's been on your mind for a while now. and, even though he's a little confused at first, it takes satoru very little time to warm up to your enticing offer.
á content. fr3e use kink, cursing, female!reader, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, consensual somnophilia, deepthroating, cum-swallowing, mentions of satoru eating it from the back <3
á notes. second attempt at posting this on tumblr, don't mind me. it's crossposted on ao3 bc my previous attempts at posting all failed miserably (it never showed in the tags ://)
Satoru is confused. It doesnât take you much time to notice that your softly spoken words have him quite rattled, as the results of them can so clearly be observed on his face. Thereâs his nose that scrunches up cutely, and a little tilt of his head to the left which comes accompanied by a few snowy strands of hair shifting across his forehead. A small furrow of his brows, the soft gnawing on his bottom lip. Heâs thinking about it; mulling over your offer.Â
Three times, he tries to say something. His mouth opens once, twice, and itâs futile. Not a word escapes, and he takes a sharp intake of breath. You almost believe that, if you werenât currently seated opposite him, heâd smack the side of his head a few times to make sure itâs still screwed on right.Â
âSo, I just. . .â The third time really is the charm, it seems. Though, he never quite manages to finish what he was going to say.Â
âJust put it in, yeah.âÂ
You finish it for him, youâre sweet like that. It does really seem as if he could use the help.
âWhâwhenever I. . .âÂ
Thereâs a little voice in your head, chiming and chattering about how all of this is weird. It makes you nervous, and your fingers itch to play with your necklace to fight it.Â
âWhenever you want,â you confirm. Itâs as if your heart has suddenly moved to your throat.Â
âWhaâwhat if youâre asleep?â
âI said whenever you want, didnât I?âÂ
He almost lets out a little squeak at the words you so casually give him. They surprise him, as they do you. Your last sentence wasnât one spoken by your mind, and you shift in your seat as if itâd shush the part of you that did.Â
Itâs as if youâre telling him what youâd eaten for breakfast this morning, not giving him permission to slip, bully and sheat his cock into your needy cunt at any given time of the day. Without needing to ask, too. Satoru can fill you up, stuff you full, and dump so much of his cum into you until youâre overflowing, and he can do it whenever he feels the need toâbecause heâs Satoru, and you love your Satoru.
âAre you sure?â He asks, a hint of apprehension laces his voice. Your heart almost swells at his concern, at his hesitancy and need to confirm your wishes; even if youâve vocalised them so bluntly. âMaybe, think about it for a little longââÂ
âI have,â you interrupt him. As gentlemanly as heâs being, thereâs no mistaking the darkening of his eyes. The pretty, baby-blues making way for something sinister. You suddenly donât feel so nervous anymore. âI have thought about it. Way too much, and for way too long.âÂ
A string of curse words tumble past his lips. Theyâre hushed, and quick, and from the way he, too, shifts in his seat you gather that heâs hard. Painfully so, if the bulge forming in his pants is anything to go by. Your relationship has existed long enough for you to know that drops of his pre-cum are staining the fabric of his boxers alreadyâalways so messy, your Satoru. The mere thought has you wanting to take him out, to put him in your mouth and lap at the sticky, white beads falling down his length.Â
âPlease,â you plead softly, and watch how he stifles a groan at the needy, saccharine sound of it. You want more, more of that sound. Right next to your ear, preferably. âUse me, Satoru.âÂ
Thereâs little you want more than that, little that arouses you more than that. The thought of Satoru taking you whenever he wishes, abiding by his whims and allowing him free-reign over your bodyâit instils a heat into your stomach, into your core. It makes you feel filthy, like a cheap whore picked up from the street; but youâd be his whore, and suddenly it all starts to feel like a dream. Itâs Satoru. Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. Heâll be gentle, and heâll be kind, and heâll stop as soon as you utter your safeword, and heâll love you so much, even if he fucks you as if he doesnât.Â
You have half a mind to ask him again, to plead, to beg for it again, as it almost feels as if he didnât quite hear you. But, as soon as you open your mouth to do so, he immediately latches his lips onto yours. Itâs messy, and sloppy, and entirely fueled by the frantic state his mind is currently inâbut you donât complain, and never will.Â
His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at the same time, and you feel him almost buzzing with excitement. Your teeth clash against one another at the force of the kiss, your tongues greedily seek the other out, and saliva gets swapped from your mouth to his, and vice versa. Itâs dirty, and sticky, and almost brings you back to your high-school years, when heâd been all clumsy hands and feigned confidence on the night youâd lost your virginity to each other.Â
Satoru pulls back from your kiss first, and a small smile falls over his lips when he notices you chasing him. âWait a minute, sweets,â he murmurs, forehead against yours. His breathing is heavy, as is yours, and you donât want to wait a minuteâyou want him, now, tomorrow, and each day after that. âAre you. . .â He chuckles when you kiss him again, and again, and again. You only stop when he holds your head in place. âAre you completely sure about this?âÂ
You blink up at him, eyes wide and lips swollen. âMhm,â you hum, and caress his cheekbone with one of your thumbs. Satoru melts in your hold, as he always seems to do. ââS you, âToru. Iâm completely sure when itâs you.âÂ
He lets out a shaky breath. Thereâs a storm of emotion behind his eyes, but all of them point to the same conclusionâhe loves you. So much, you might even get sick of it one day; heâd told you as a joke, one born out of fear. But you wonât. You never will. And you think heâs starting to realise it, finally.Â
âOkay,â he whispers, and kisses your forehead.Â
Itâs delicate, and loving, and so opposite from the way he buries himself into you over, and over, and over again a mere five minutes after that. Satoruâs needy, and impatient, and so pent-up from your previous conversation that foreplay gets thrown out of the window.Â
He bends you over the couch first, that cute little ass of yours jiggling right in front of his face as he mounts you from behind. He slips in easily, with a pussy as wet as yours, and a cock as leaky and hard as hisâthe lack of foreplay almost goes unnoticed. Almost, of course, as the sheer size of him never fails to elicit a hint of a burn as he stretches you out. Nevermind that you take his cock daily, or that your walls are bound to carry his shape after the many years you spend with him.Â
The sounds that decorate your apartment are filthy, lewd, and borderline obscene, but youâre thoroughly obsessed with them. The slapping of his balls against your ass, the squelching with each passing thrust, the deep groans and choked whimpers Satoru releases next to your ear just like you wanted. Even your own moans, your own babbles, and your own whines add to the experience; the combination of sounds. And you love it, because itâs you, and itâs Satoruâand itâs the two of you together.Â
It doesnât end after Satoru cums, nor does it after you do. The agreement between the two of you that was made tonight seems to have done a number on him, and he takes you a second time. On the balcony, where he puts you on display for the world to see as he fills you over and over again. And a third time, in your shared bed thatâs never been safe from his affection and blatant desire towards you. And a fourth time, in the shower that was initially meant to clean you up, he decides to dirty you even further.Â
If this is the reaction he gives to the mere idea of using you whenever he pleases, you long for the time that he actually does.
Itâs well past midnight when Satoru finally decides heâs done with you. Youâre curled into his side, a shirt thatâs way too large for you (but one that you swore you didnât steal from him) covers your figure. Youâre asleep. Tired, exhausted, and completely knocked out. He smiles. Youâre so cute. A love-sick expression is stuck to his face, and it may very well become permanent if he stays looking at you.Â
One of his fingers reaches in-between your thighs, gently scooping up the remnants of his release. Satoru almost coos at the way your nose scrunches up cutely when he starts to finger it back into your pussy. It allows his digits to slip easily through your folds, and she sucks them in as soon as he reaches your hole. His cum doesnât leak out this time. Not yet, anyway, but even if it does, heâs more than willing to repeat the process.Â
He sighs. Mind full of thoughts, but at least his balls are empty now. Thereâs a little huff escaping his lips, and heâs amused at his own comment. Satoru shakes his head, but the small smile remains nonetheless. Strong, yet gentle arms pull your body tighter against him.Â
Youâre delicate, and sweet, and so precious to him; and he will do his best to take care of you. Use me, use me, use me. He kisses your forehead, his own eyes falling shut.Â
He will most certainly try to.Â
The very first time Satoru entertains the idea of indulging in your offer, is on a day where youâve decided to wear his favourite lipgloss. Itâs so shiny, such a cute shade, and makes you look so beautiful, but above allâitâs sticky. Itâs sticky, and easily smudged, and he knows from experience that everything feels so much filthier when he steals a kiss from you with it on.Â
Without meaning to, thoughts of you wrapping those glossed lips around his dick, creating a mess made-up of spit, cum, tears, and thus that delightful stickiness from your lipgloss, enters his mind. The coloured shade will leave a perfect ring around his length, thereâs no doubt in his mind. Your pretty face will be all dirty, smudged stains near the corners of your mouth courtesy of his fat cock. You will be a sight for sore eyes.Â
Youâre talking to him, but Satoru canât seem to listen. Heâs enamoured by your lips, your soft-looking, plumb, and very glossed lips. He briefly feels pathetic, knowing that a mere make-up item has the ability to make his head spin to such a degreeâbut he doesnât, as he quickly realises it only does so because itâs you thatâs wearing it.Â
Fuck, he really wants to stuff his cock into your mouth.Â
Five, six, almost seven seconds pass before the realisation kicks in. If he wants to put his cock in your mouth, then he can. Satoruâs body moves on its own before he gets a chance to think about his actions, as is often the case with him, and it's not long before his large hand finds its new home on the back of your head. He falters briefly, watching how you quiet down, how your eyes widen slightly, but continues as heâs doing when you make absolutely no move to stop him when he gently guides your head down, and down, and downâuntil youâre right where he wants you.Â
A small gasp leaves your lips when he puts you on eye-level with his crotch. Itâs quiet, and he almost didnât hear it, but it makes him pause nonetheless. The hand on your head loosens its grip, and he hesitates as he looks down at you.Â
âIs this okaââÂ
The sentence never gets finished, forever interrupted by a sharp hiss as you take his cock out of his pants with such unabashed eagerness. It slaps against his abdomen, leaky tip staining the fabric of his shirt. Your previous conversation is all but forgotten, it seems, as you donât waste a second in taking his hard, aching length almost entirely into your mouth. It all happens so quickly, and Satoruâs mind almost canât keep up. All he did was think about filling your mouth, and now heâs actually doing it; the fat tip prodding near the back of your throat.Â
His hands are shaky, he notices, and so is his breathing as a small whine escapes when one of your hands goes downwards to play with his balls. âFuck!â he curses, caught by surprise at the boldness with which you reached for that part of him. In his startle, his hands return to the back of your head, and your words make their impromptu return to the very front of his mind.Â
Use me.Â
He will, then.Â
Satoru isnât at all gentle when he does. His fingers tangle into your hair, and he pushes you down onto his cock until your nose brushes against the soft, white hairs near his pelvis. Your poor little mouth is struggling, he can see, but he canât seem to pay much mind to it; the sounds of you gagging around his thick length are too much of a pleasure to hear. The way he pushes you up-and-down nears the realm of brute force, and still you eagerly suck, and suck, and suck.Â
A particularly loud groan echoes through the room when he steals a glance at your small form kneeling between his legs. It seems he knows you well; you are a sight for sore eyes like this. There are tears in your eyes, and some of them have already fallen down your hollowed cheeks; hollowed, to make space for him. Your mouth is filled to the brim with his cock, and even though he can see you fighting for breath, you never make an attempt at catching itâas if you wouldnât dare to deprive him of the please your throat gives him.Â
Satoru catches himself falling in love all over again.Â
He fucks your face harder, and harder, and harder the closer he gets to the edge. Deep groans, and slurred curse words join your symphony of muffled moans, and his hold on your head slowly starts to falter.Â
ââM close, princess,â he mumbles, but thatâs about all the warning he gives you. A few seconds later, he cums down your throat. He doesnât ask, he doesnât need to. Not because youâd given him permission to use you as he sees fit, but simply because he knows youâre utterly obsessed with him doing so. âFuck, fâfuck, look aâyou, hm? Gonna take all of it like a good girl? Donât waste it, mâkay? Sâall for, fuck, for you.âÂ
Itâs something heâs done countless times before, but Satoru swears that each time he spills his cum down your throat feels better than the last. Thick, sticky ropes fill your mouth, and you hum around him when it keeps going, and going, and going. Youâre struggling to take it all, and he huffs in amusement when bits of it start to drip down your chin. His thumb catches it, and he quickly places it back in your mouth, forcing you to open it wider to accommodate both the digit and his slowly softening cock. You happily do so.Â
He pulls out of you shortly after, with his chest heaving as he recuperates. His entire focus is on you, you, and you as he watches you wipe your mouth and swallow the last of his seed. Thereâs a smile on your face. Itâs kind, and gentle, and innocent; almost as if he hadnât just fucked your mouth and dumped his release down your throat. Satoru is utterly bewitched as he watches you, captivated by all and every little thing you do, and he cooperates as you tuck him back into his pants.Â
And then, as if nothing at all happened, you sit down next to him againâand you speak, you continue talking, finishing the story heâd interrupted with his need to be sucked off. Your voice is hoarse, and your cheeks are still stained with dried tears, but you pay neither of those facts any mind. It makes all of this look so. . . mundane. You were speaking, and then you were between his legs, and now youâre speaking again.Â
Satoruâs heart starts to beat even faster for you. Fuck, thatâs so hot. This time, he decides to try his very best to listen to your tale about some co-worker of yours that pissed you off this week. He pitches in every-now-and-then, adding a low âhuh,â or âmhmâ to keep you occupied, and he almost feels guiltyâguilty, because all his adrenaline-filled mind can think about are the future possibilities of using you.
âAnd, wanna know whatâs the worst thing about the situation? It was my idea to get donuts for everybody! That harlot didnât even want them initially.âÂ
Satoruâs downward spiral is inevitable, and he finds himself falling victim to it more times than one would consider healthy in a mere seven days. He very quickly learns that heâs thoroughly obsessed with the notion that allows him to fill you up anywhere, and at any time. To him, itâs one of the highest honours.Â
Thereâs such confidence, such unwavering faith encompassed in your view of him. There has to be, if youâre willing to allow him such a thing. Thinking about it almost causes a cute pink hue to colour his cheek. . .you really do trust him a lot, huh?
Heâs never been able to tell you ânoâ before, and he certainly isnât about to start. So, he dutifully listens to you and abides by your delectable request. To satisfy you, of course. Thereâs absolutely no other reason for his actions, and the way he breaches your dripping cunt with his leaky tip, all while soft breaths leave your lips, and your pretty eyes are peacefully shut, is simply to indulge you.Â
Use me. Use me. Use me.Â
Satoru curses, the crude words that tumble past his lips being plenty colourful. One of his hands settles on your hip whilst the other hikes your (or rather his) shirt up to provide him with better access. Itâs your fault, really, that heâs currently sporting one of the hardest boners of the century. You were waiting for him, werenât you? Waiting for him to return and bury himself to the hilt in that sweet, sobbing pussy of yours.Â
Thereâs no other reason for you to fall asleep with nothing but his shirt on. Not even panties covered your cute little cunt, your sticky folds fully on display and welcoming him home. Satoru wants to bury himself in itâin a multitude of ways if heâs being truly honest with himself. For now, though, heâll stick to simply one.Â
âShh,â he coos into your ear, delicately rubbing soft circles into your upper thigh with his thumb. You whine faintly, feeling his cock fight its way past your walls. He splits you open, stretching you just wide enough to slip inside. Your nose scrunches up cutely, and he almost rouses you from your slumber. ââS me, really need you, baby.âÂ
And thatâs all he has to say. Itâs me. Itâs your Satoru. A gentle whisper of those words, and he gets to use you as he pleases. All of his previous worries, all of the near-boiling anger he felt at his previous meeting with the higher-ups washes away as soon as he sinks himself balls-deep into your pussy. Satoru groans deeply at the feeling, and gentle, stuttered declarations of love are babbled into your ear with each slow drag of his cock along your walls.Â
The garbled mesh of words that he deems too important not to say, even despite their poor enunciation, only ceases to exist a few minutes laterâwhen he spills his heavy load into that sweet, sweet cunt of yours. No, into that sweet cunt of his. Because, thatâs who it truly belongs to, no? Itâs his, to use, to spoil, to worship. Youâd offered it to him so kindly, after all. And, well, Satoru has never been the type of person to turn down a gift.Â
. . . You unknowingly create a monster. It seems that even the mere idea of being allowed to use you as he pleases has him tip-toeing around the line of borderline insanity. As each time he sees you, he wants you. . .and each time he wants you, you let him.Â
It doesnât matter what youâre doing at that moment. Even if youâre speaking, and he suddenly feels the need, no, the simple want for a blowjob. And even if youâre asleep, resting after what must have been a long day, you still allow him to slip his aching cock into you to satisfy the craving heâs had for hours.Â
Even if youâre busy setting the table, you donât push him away, and you still allow him to bend you over the wooden surface, to sink to his knees and lick, suck, and kiss around his pretty pussy with his tongue. Simply because he wants to do it, and you really do so, too.Â
. . .And even now, when youâre cooking dinner.Â
Thereâs a certain cuteness about the way your brows scrunch in concentration, about the way you gently bite on your bottom lip as you prepare the food for the two of you; it nearly makes him feel guilty for feeling the secret desire to ruin such a lovely, innocent view. The word nearly is important, however, as heâs acutely aware of your need for him to do exactly thatâand so, any sense of wrongdoing melts away, similar to snow underneath the sun.
Heâs not quite sure what it is that youâre cooking, but it smells delectable. Thereâs an array of spices, herbs, and vegetables strewn around the counter, and Satoru knows heâll be eating like a King in a few minutes. As for right now, though, thereâs a different craving, a different type of hunger slowly making its way forward. He fears it wonât be one thatâll be sated by your lovely culinary skills.Â
âSmells good, baby,â he mumbles. It doesnât take him long to settle himself behind you, large hands gently coming to rest on your hips. He sighs in the crook of your neck, and nudges the skin with his nose. âWhatâcha making?âÂ
You answer. He knows you do, as he feels the vibrations of your voice underneath his lips, the soft hum feeling quite soothing as he kisses along the column of your throat, but Satoru canât find it in himself to focus on the words you give him. His ever-loose hands roam eagerly down your body, and the previous loving, and delicate kisses along your neck turn sloppy, wet, almost, as Satoru dips one of his hands underneath the waistband of your panties. Thereâs a grin forming on his lips, one entirely too big and full of confidence.Â
ââM startinâ to think youâre just always wet for me, pretty girl,â he mumbles against the shell of your ear, fingers entirely coated in your slick the second heâd sunk them into your dripping cunt.Â
Your cheeks heat up, and you try to stifle a moan when he, so very, very slowly starts to move his fingers in-and-out of you. âIâI am,â you admit, and clench around his digits just as heâs about to take them out; as if itâs a last resort to keep them inside. âFâyou, Satoru. Just for you.âÂ
âHm?â He hums, and almost huffs in amusement as he sees you trying to continue what you were doing so desperately, as if you werenât being fucked on your husbandâs fingers. Just for thatâhe rapidly thrusts his fingers back into you, harsher, deeper, and so much quicker. âJust for me, yeah, princess?âÂ
âYâAh! Yes, yes,â you squeak, one of your hands seeking out some semblance of support from the kitchen counter. âOnly for you.âÂ
Thereâs an embarrassing sound hitting your ears, as each thrust of his absurdly long fingers is accompanied by your wetness squelching around them. You struggle to speak, to breathe almost, as he fucks you on his fingers. Satoru stretches you out, curling his fingers to find the spot he knows will leave you with those pretty tears falling down your cheeks, and to hit it over, and over, and over again.Â
Thereâs such a heat gathered between your legs, such a pleasurable source of warmth, and Satoru suppresses a groan as heâs once again made very aware of that fact when your walls clench around his digits. His cock twitches, and he lets out a shaky sigh as he grinds it against your ass. âYou are, arenât you? Hm? Câmon, baby, donât be shy. . .be a little louder.â
You arenât shy. You havenât been for a while now. Thereâs a certain hotness in the way you moan so unabashedly, so utterly shamelessly whenever Satoru gets his hands on you in such a wayâitâs as if you canât ever get enough of him. It never fails to harden his cock even more, to make his balls feel achingly heavy until he ultimately empties them inside your tight little cunt. And you know so, which is exactly why you do it.Â
ââM not,â you rasp out, one of your hands coming to rest on his wrist. The back of your head falls against his shoulder as you choke on a moan, seeking some very necessary aid to stay upright. âPlease, I. . .âToru, please.â
In all honesty, Satoru isnât quite sure what youâre begging for. He knows itâs one of two options: either to cum on his fingers, or for him to push his thick cock inside your pussy already. Thereâs no desire to ask, howeverâheâd much rather make that decision himself. The hand that wasnât currently burying three of its digits knuckle-deep into your pussy busies itself with his belt-buckle.Â
Thereâs a pitiful whine falling from your lips, one thatâs released immediately upon the removal of his fingers from your cunt. âShh,â he coos in your ear, instantly soothing your upcoming tantrum. You stifle the complaint youâd prepared for him, the feeling of his fat tip prodding near your too-eager hole quickly puts an end to it. âSâokay, pretty girl, just wanna feel you cum around my cock, sâall. . .Think you can do that for me?âÂ
You nod, and rapidly so. âMhm,â you hum, and open your mouth when he presents it with his soiled fingers. You clean them, suckling around them until each bit of your sweetness is gone. âWant toâreally wanna cum around your cock, âToru.â
âOf course, you do,â he breathes, and captures a quick kiss. And another. And another. And one more. It makes you smile, and that, in turn, makes him smile. When he does pull back, thereâs as much love as there is lust dancing in his eyes. âWouldnât have expected anything less of you, princess.â
Satoru is often greedy. Thereâs no such thing as savouring something with himâif heâs enjoying himself, heâll be as gluttonous as he wishes. The exception is you, of course, as you always are to him. Thereâs no greater feeling than savouring you. Itâs why he, more often than not, decides to fill you up slowly. To let his cock drag along your walls, to let your soothing warmth engulf him inch, by inch, by inch, until his firm balls press up against your ass. He does so this time, too.Â
Your long, drawn-out moan as he fills you up slowly sounds as if it were gifted to him by the Heavens, and Satoruâs cock twitches inside when he hears you mutter a soft fuck as you struggle to adjust to him. Itâs certainly not the first time youâve taken his cock, but the sheer girth of him still stretches you outâas it always does. Your husband loves you dearly, however, and waits. . .one second, two seconds, three seconds, and he doesnât get any further before his self-restraint falters.Â
Satoru nearly pulls himself out of your cunt completely, only for him to fuck himself back inside so deeplyâit has you place both palms of your hands on the counter to steady yourself. It startles you, as he hears you choke on a moan, but he continues. His movements are quick and rough, animalistic even, as he pounds into your cunt.Â
âSaângh, Satoru, wait, I. . .â You interrupt yourself with a moan, the feeling of his tip near your cervix too sharp for you to properly finish a sentence. Heâs so deep. It feels as if heâs in your womb, in your stomachâit feels as if heâs everywhere. âFuck, I. . .fâfuck, âToru. . .â
 âHm?â He breathes out, a groan slipping past his lips. âWant me to, fuck, you. . .â His rapid movements dial down. The self-control needed for it is enormous, but youâd asked him to waitâso he will. Some beads of pre-cum drip into your cunt, as if his cock was upset that heâd suddenly slowed down. âWanâme to go slower, baby?â
âNo,â Thereâs a small whine near the end of your sentence. Itâs the absolute last thing you wanted him to do, even if you originally asked him to wait. âNo, donât, please, keep going. Needâneed more.â You feel Satoru wrap both hands around your hips, as if heâs preparing for something. âHarder, please. . .â
âHarder?â He asks, and you donât need to see him to know thereâs currently a sense of smugness ruining his pretty face. âHow hard do you want it, huh, sweets?âÂ
Little more than the tip remains inside you, and thereâs not a moment for you to mourn the loss of his entire girthâas all air leaves your lungs when he immediately thrusts back into you with a newfound vigour, with such force that it has you bend over the kitchen counter.Â
âLike, ah, like this, huh? That how you want it, angel?â
You donât answerâyouâre not able to, as Satoru uses the entirety of his thick length to steal your ability to speak coherently. Once again, youâre acutely aware of the sheer size of your husband. Satoru is tall, and big, and he likely isnât even aware of it. It certainly doesnât seem so, as he heads no mind to the way your feet are starting to lift off the floor. Each deep thrust has you inching further up the counter; his hands on your hips nearly holding you up and off the floor as he rocks into you from behind.Â
Thereâs little you can do, except take it.Â
The kitchen is filled with sounds that definitely do not belong there. Your wetness is prominent, the sound of it borderline embarrassing, and Satoruâs balls slap against your skin with each thrust. Heâs relentless, and you want to cry. The good kind of crying; the kind that often comes accompanied with mind-numbing pleasure. You hiccup, and sniff, and try your best to stabilise yourself against the counter.Â
Though, your efforts prove futile once Satoru brings one of his hands to your front. You choke on a whimper as he cruelly pinches your clit, toying with it, flicking and rubbing it in the way he knows will get you off.Â
âTâToru,â you warn him. âIâIâm. . .â
âMhm,â he hums in acknowledgement, not letting up even for a second. Thereâs a featherlight kiss pressed to your shoulder. âMe too, princess. Sâokay, let, shit, let go for me, yeah?â
And because heâs Satoruâyour Satoru, you comply. It hits you all at once, and youâre suddenly very grateful for both your husband holding you upright, and your expensive kitchen counter for adding some extra support. Youâre still breathing heavily, coming down from your high, when Satoru hits his own. Itâs a familiar feeling, but one youâll never grow tired of nonetheless.Â
You sigh in content. His cum fills you up rapidly, and to the brim. Itâs hot, and thick, and trickles out of you even with him still insideâsimply because thereâs so much of it. The both of you are out of breath, and because of it, choose to stay within each otherâs hold for just a little while longer.Â
Satoru couldâand wouldâstay in this position for the rest of his life. . .but heâs quite sure that youâve put a lot of effort in todayâs dinner and he doesnât want it to be for naught. With a deep sigh and a quick kiss to your cheek, he goes against every fibre of his being, and pulls out of you.Â
A shiver trails down your spine when he does so, and you let out a soft sigh in content. Youâre still recovering, he notices. Thereâs a trail of his cum dripping out of you, though he wastes little time to push it back inside. Satoru takes matters into his own hands, and decides to place your panties back into place for you, too. It gets soiled by his seed rather quickly, but thatâs a problem for later.Â
After smoothing down your skirt, he tucks himself back into his pants, as well. Heâs by your side as quick as he can, and presses a sweet, lingering kiss to your temple.Â
Itâs only then that he properly takes notice of all the stuff thatâs been thrown around the kitchen. Pots, pans, vegetables, spices. It seems you really were busy.
And, as if he hadnât just finished fucking you silly, he smiles.Â
âSo, what are you making?â
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â„ SATORU GOJO X SUGURU GETO X NANAMI KENTO X TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER
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â„ WARNINGS/TAGS: fivesome gangbang, some (okay, um, a lot) of m/m action, ass play, ass fucking, vaginal fucking, double penetration, throat fucking, hair pulling, snowballing (cum + mouth + spitting in another mouth), creampie, excessive cum in all your holes, cum swallowing, spitting (it's Toji, he spits on someone's cock, don't ask questions), praise, use of "good girl", some degradation, they're all nasty fuckers, Toji does show up eventually I promise he's just ~late~
~Happy Halloween~ let's go out with a bang
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This is not what you signed up for.
Satoru opens your thighs in his lap, long fingers spreading your pussy wide. A smirk kisses the back of your throat as you shiver, flushing so unbearably hot as Suguruâs dark gaze smolders at the sight of your drooling cunt.Â
Suguruâs mouth fastens over your pussy and you arch in Satoruâs hold, whining with every wicked flick and suck of his warm tongue. Your arms tangle back around Satoruâs neck, nails scratching down his skin, knotting in snowy hair already melting with sweat.Â
âBe a good boy and make her cum, Sugu. I want our girl nice and loose when we fuck her.â
This isnâtâyou never imagined this is where youâd end up, in Satoru Gojoâs bed, an electric hum from the frat party below thumping through the walls, pounding the floor.Â
When you signed the form to have an upperclassman mentor, you pictured a few lackluster coffee meetups and texts about class schedules. Something moreâŠcasual, cursory, trivial.Â
Only Satoru Gojo is none of the above.
Day one he sunk his fingers into you, charming and carefree, with a pride only the most popular name on campus can muster. The whole year has been a blur of gentle loopings of his string around you until you trusted him. And you do, especially as his strong fingers press into your rib cage to keep you from squirming away from Suguruâs mouth.
Every walk to class with his arm around your shoulder, every late night text with just a little too much innuendo, every party with his fingers toying just a little close to the edge of your skirt. Itâs all been building to this.Â
âTold ya I had the best end of year present~,â Satoru sing-songs in your ear.Â
Neon lights pulsate purple, long black hair catching and reflecting every strobe as Suguru leans in deeper, muscular shoulders rolling as he presses his nose to your clit. He groans in some sick mixture of pleasure and annoyance at Satoru.
âWhose name is she going to scream out? Yours or mine?â The man between your legs is toying with fire.
âOr mine?âÂ
Your heart kickstarts in your chest at the new voice ringing in your ears, baritone and slicing through the heady room.Â
âAh, Nanami! Didnât expect you to respond to the group text.âÂ
Satoruâs voice is still so playful, like he doesnât have you open and vulnerable and trembling in his lap. You cling on to him tighter, jumping and gasping as Suguru slides his tongue over your swollen clit.Â
âWell,â Nanami looks directly at you, through you, shutting the door behind him, âthis year your little pet is especially pretty.â
Being Satoruâs fledgling meant Suguru was always aroundâyou know him, feel only the normal amount of embarrassment as he pushes his tongue into your cuntâbut Nanami? Heâs barely acknowledged your presence until now.
Nanami shrugs his button-down shirt over his arms, stalking the few paces to where youâre being held open and eaten. He reaches down and digs his strong fingers into Suguruâs hair, holding his slick mouth against your cunt.Â
âRide his face and make a mess of him.âÂ
Your hips roll before you can even think to stop them, lashes fluttering as you listen and start to grind against Suguruâs face. You can feel his smirk as his arms slip between your thighs and Satoruâs, jerking until youâre sliding farther down damp sheets.Â
Suguru locks his arms around your legs, blunt fingernails digging into your thighs. He sucks on your clit until youâre whining and cooing, all the while being shoved deeper into your pussy by the consistent tug from Nanami.
âAtta girl, you like his mouth, yeah?â Satoru pats your cheek.Â
âAh, y-yeah, f-feels so good, fuck.âÂ
His hot tongue dips deeper in your folds, tip prodding your fluttering hole. He slips in for just a moment, grinning as he teases and pulls back out to smooth the wide flat of his tongue against your clit again.
âOh Sugu, fuck, please, oh god, in me, put your t-tongue back in me.â
âAre you gonna deny our girl? Sheâs practically shaking.âÂ
Satoru lets your head fall to the mattress between his thighs, fisting his cock just above your eye line. The pump of his hand is lewd, already wet from the pre leaking down his slit from watching Suguru eat you out.
Nanami takes one of your tits in hand, fingers mean against your nipple like they are in Suguruâs hair. He rolls the bud between thumb and forefinger, making you gasp and arch into his palm.
âSensitive,â he grunts. âDid that make her wet, Geto?â
âOh fuccckk, IâŠâÂ
âThatâs right, be a good girl.â Suguruâs voice vibrates down your pussy and youâd scream if it werenât for Nanamiâs fingers slipping between your parted lips. He teases them around your tongue, dragging them out so he can use your spit to swirl around your puffy nipple.Â
âOh fuck, oh god, like that, âs good,â you writhe on the bed, your legs squeezing around Suguruâs cheeks.
Your eyes blink open and your vision is filled with Satoruâs long cock, pretty and angry and throbbing in the color-changing lights.Â
Your body trembles as you come undone, tongue lolling from your mouth like youâre dying to taste Satoru. Itâs a fast, painful kind of pleasure, like Suguru sucked it from your core only to swallow it for himself. Â
He watches the aftershocks of pleasure racing across your skin like a cat not yet done with his meal, your legs still shivering as you pant and try to catch your breath.
Suguru sits to his knees, shaking Nanamiâs hold away with a slight sneer. Heâs tempted to wipe his messy mouth with the back of his hand, but thinks better of it when he catches Satoruâs hungry gaze. He leans forward, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss onto Toruâs lips, letting him taste you. They both groan, Satoru pulling away only to trace his tongue around Suguruâs lips, licking at his ruined cheeks.
âStop doing that before I get jealous,â you pur from below them, tugging at the long hair that brushes Suguruâs back so he will bring his lips to yours.
âJealous?â he mumbles into your mouth, âI just had your pussy in my mouth and you already miss me?â
You grasp his messy jaw in your hand, fingers mean, bruising. Itâs rougher than he expects.
âToru said this is my present.â
âSure is, sweetheart,â your head jerks to where Nanami stands next to the bed, fisting his naked cock, ânow letâs get something else inside you, hm?âÂ
âYou know the rules. I get her pussy first.âÂ
Bodies reposition like this is a dance with familiar steps. Satoru settles below you, smearing his cock through your sloppy folds and grinning when you tremble from how sensitive your clit is already.
âGod youâre fucking soaked. Good job, Sugu.â
All three pairs of eyes are too excited to watch as you sink down on Satoruâs cock, pussy lips bulging at the stretch of him. You suck in his dick inch by inch, time turned to slush, head thrown back and lips parting.Â
Suguruâs hands are eager, gripping your hips from behind so he can slam you down onto his best friendâs cock.
âFuck thatâs so good, fuck, Toru!âÂ
Nanamiâs hand is suffocating his cock, standing still, patient, watching you get used to the bounce of Satoruâs hips.
Suguru runs his nose up the back of your neck, groaning as he paws at your tits, tweaking both nipples until you hiss. He flicks a nipple quickly with his middle finger, smarting your skin. Then he licks a hot stripe up your throat, the length of his hair falling over your shoulder.
Your head lulls back against his chest, âI th-thought youâd be nice to me, Sugu.âÂ
âI am the nice one, princess. Just wait.â
You look absolutely stuffed, belly nearly bulging from Satoruâs thick, intrusive cock making a home inside you.Â
Nanami brushes his fingers over your face, cupping your cheek to cull your attention away from Suguru.
âSo pretty. Youâre a good little slut, arenât you?â
Grabbing his wrist, you move his strong hand on your face closer to your mouth, wet lips closing around his thumb. You suck hard, mischief gleaming in your eyes as you watch his normally stoic mouth open at the feeling. You repeat the action, licking at the digits and moving his fingers in and out of your mouth. You release his fingers when Satoru pushes his cockhead into a particularly soft spot of your walls, making you gasp.
âIâm a very good girl.â
âOh yeah?â You hear Satoruâs unmistakable, demeaning laugh from below. âPut his cock in your mouth, suck him âtil he cums.âÂ
Suguruâs hand splays across your spine and pushes you down, smashing your body to Satoruâs and lining your face with Nanamiâs cock. The new angle of Toruâs dick in your guts makes you mewl, hips rolling and begging.Â
You shift your weight, balancing one hand on the bed so the other can wrap around Nanamiâs cock, silken and hot and pounding in your little palm. Satoru has the perfect view below as you spit onto the cock in your hand, tracing your tongue along the vein lines.Â
âFuck, youâre gonna be messy, arenât ya?â Icey eyes shine before winking up at you, one of Satoruâs hands wiping away a stray drop of spit on his forehead.Â
âDonât pay attention to him,â Nanami grunts and shoves his fingers into your hair, making you look up the muscular planes of his body to his face, âfocus on me.â
You obey, lips sucking at his swollen head before taking the rest of him slowly. Nanami groans as he watches you, ass in the air, cock in your cunt, pretty eyes not leaving his as you slide him to the back of your throat and swallow.
Suguru smears lube onto your ass as you get to work, grinding down into Satoru and sucking Nanami. He thumbs your tight, puckered hole and you moan low and deep around the cock in your mouth. The vibrations tingle down Nanamiâs spine and make him jerk your hair, shoving you into the blonde curls at the base of his cock until you gag around his length.Â
Satoru swirls his thumb against your clit to make your brain think about him again, about the way heâs thrumming into your hole, stretching you so wide you barely notice when Suguruâs thumb dips into your ass.Â
Thereâs nothing you can do but let them work your body, every part of you pulsing and throbbing with this hot, wormy need to be filled and fucked.Â
âFuck her cuntâs so tight, gonna b-bust,â Satoru moves quicker, making you break the rhythm youâve built sucking cock. You pull back to breathe, tongue flattening on the underside of Nanamiâs dick.Â
âSo early, Toru,â Suguru tuts, âIâm not even in her ass yet.â Two fingers now scissor into your tight hole as lube drips down to where Satoruâs balls are slapping into your ass cheeks.
Nanami keeps you distracted, roughly shoving his cock back between your lips once you have enough breath in your lungs. You bob your head, keeping him moist and slick between hollowing cheeks. His impressive thickness has saliva dripping down your cheeks and falling into Satoruâs hair.
Suddenly, your clit is pinched between Satoruâs cruel fingers, with no pleasurable intent beyond his own. You scream and the opening has Nanami pushing his cock halfway down your throat.Â
âOh thatâs it baby, get tight, milk me, fucking god.âÂ
âSatoru,â Suguru bites in annoyance, âfucking hold it in untilââ
âI canât, been dreaming of fucking this little cunt. Canât wait, fucking canât, sheâs too soft and wet andââÂ
Youâre not sure who cums first, you from the blistering force of Toruâs thumb on your clit, or him from the way your pussy convulses and sucks around his shaft. Not that it matters, youâre both whining.Â
Your tongue goes slack against Nanamiâs cock as you feel the thump thump of ropes of cum unloading into your hole. Bliss makes you numb, makes you dumb, easier for Nanami to control and for Suguru to play with.Â
âDonât swallow.â Nanamiâs groan is the only warning you get. His powerful hips go still, cock pumping, before a grunt precedes the salty burst of his release coating your tongue.Â
Of course you listen to him. Thereâs barely any will left you beyond to fuck and be fucked.Â
Only youâre not prepared for Nanami slipping his cock from your mouth and tilting your chin up, making you stare into the rapacity of hazel eyes.Â
âNow give it to Satoru.â
Your heart knocks in your chest, heat fissuring down your spine as if youâre worried about getting in trouble. You stare at Nanami with wide eyes, having to forcibly stop yourself from swallowing in shock.
Satoru gives you a lopsided, fucked out grin as you look down to face him, his hand reaching up to brush hair from your face. He kisses you before you overthink it, forcing his tongue into your mouth until spit and cum spill from the edges of your lips.Â
Youâve thought about kissing him before. Too many times, really, and never once did you picture it sloppy and tangy with Kento Nanamiâs cum swishing from your mouth to Satoruâs. He groans at the taste and you moan as he shifts his hips below you, cock still hard and raging.Â
âWell isnât this just disgusting.â
That voice is new. Taunting.Â
You look at the cracked door, your swollen, cum stain lips parting at who fills the gap.
âFushiguro,â Suguru clicks his tongue against his teeth, âyouâre late.â
âSurprised Iâm still invited since I broke the last one.â
Toji Fushiguro is nearly a myth, a revenant that youâve only seen shadows of in the dark corners of parties. Yet here he is, arms crossed across his shirtless chest, a dark gray spot already leaking through his sweats at the sight of you sandwiched between three sweaty men.Â
âAre you just gonna stand there and stare?â you ask, unsure where your audacity came from.
The smirk he gives you is sinister, the door slamming as he fists his cock through his pants, âMake room for me.â
Nanami pulls you up and off Satoruâs cock. He keeps your wobbly legs steady as bodies move around you, one of his big hands smoothing down your back as if to reassure you. Not that you need it, the headspace of sex is still engulfing you, like a haze all around the room.Â
âI want her ass.â Tojiâs knees sink into the mattress.Â
âSheâs prepped,â Nanami grins, hand reaching down, pawing at your ass, before he slides one of his big fingers into your asshole. You groan at the stretch, a filling pleasure shooting down to your toes.Â
Toji snatches you in his arms, his strength allowing him to tug you around like a little rag doll. His mouth seals over yours with a primal groan, settling you into his lap so his cock can twitch against the softness of your belly. You moan and let him have you, calloused hands groping your sore tits.
âTaste good,â he licks against your lips, âpretty little thing, arenât ya? Toru outdid himself this time.âÂ
He grabs your hand in his, forcing your fingers to wrap around the width of his cock. He helps you pump the shaft, thick neck tilting back when your thumb presses right under his mushroom head and you squeeze along his veins.Â
âSuppose you need another one of these in your pussy too, hm?âÂ
The thought of being completely filled makes you leak, slick sticking to your thighs.Â
Your eyes flicker over your shoulder. Three men are waiting, naked, ready to fill whichever hole you want.Â
You reach first for Suguru.Â
âOh, oh, donât tell me heâs your favorite?â Tojiâs laugh rumbles your whole body in his hold.Â
âNo, I-I meanâŠâ you flush hot.
âHeâs just trying to rile you up, baby,â Satoruâs white lashes sweep to where his cum is starting to drip from your hole, âbesides, I want your mouth next. I haveâŠpayback, in mind.â His gaze cuts to Nanami.Â
Five bodies tango around each other far too easily.Â
Suguru slips beneath you, Satoru stands before you, while Nanami and Toji make the bed groan and creak under the weight of their knees.
Thereâs no pause once Tojiâs hands latch on to your hips, his fat fingers mean and greedy as he pops the head of his cock into your asshole. You hiss at the full feeling, only for the sound to bleed into a whine as Suguru nudges his cock into your puffy folds, pressing until he breaches the first ring of slicked muscle.Â
Your head falls to Suguruâs chest as they both begin to push.Â
The spread is delicious and excruciating all at once, so much pressure in your holes as Toji ruthlessly starts thrusting. Heâs working his way in, grunting, worming his cock until youâre halfway down his thick shaft.Â
âAhhh, oh, oh, âs so much!â
âShhh, shhhh, itâs okay, pretty baby.â Satoru pets your head as your nails rake down Suguruâs arms.Â
âToruâcanât fuck, too full, oh god, god, god, fuckkkk.â
Suguru notches his cock just a little deeper in your pussy, making you weep.Â
âYeah you can, sweetheart,â Nanamiâs talking to you but looking at where youâre being split apart, lip sucking between his teeth. âYou can take more. Promise.â
Not that you have a choice. Toji grunts as he thrusts once, twice, finally forcing his way in deep and smacking his hips until heâs flush with the jiggle of your ass. You scream and youâre sure any music playing in the house canât drown out the sound.Â
âHurry up, Sugu. Or Iâll start fucking her without you.â Toji kneads his knuckles into the fat of your ass, tsking.Â
You do it for him. You press down, down, down until youâre sucking Suguruâs raw cock all the way in so you can feel full.Â
Your walls feel thin, like you can feel the outline of both dicks as they start to move together. Slow, at first, since you whine and coo and reach up and grab Satoruâs thighs like youâre afraid youâre going to topple over from their power. Then the pace really starts, a cacophony of skin on skin and grunts that have your eyes rolling into the back of your head.Â
Your guts are a mess as you finally pick your head up and look at Satoru, tears and mascara streaming down your face as your silly brain tries to make sense of the all-encompassing ecstasy of being so full and used.Â
âGod damn youâre perfect, arenât ya?â Satoru weaves his fingers in your hair, soft and sweet, guiding your mouth to his cock. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, hiccuping every time the cocks inside you slam up and in sync.Â
Satoru smears his cock over your awaiting tongue, popping the head into the softness of your cheek before pulling out and rubbing the leaking slit over your tastebuds.Â
âMhmmm gonna keep you as a little pet, okay? Iâll let you have any dick you want, whenever you want it. Sound good?âÂ
You nod, finally feeling stable enough to reach back and wiggle your fingers for Nanami.Â
Nanami slots his cock into your palm, groaning as your fingers fasten around him and begin to pump along his length.
âNeed some help with that?â Tojiâs scarred lip pulls into a smirk before a suck, swish sounds in his mouth. He spits over Nanamiâs cock, the wet glob sinking between your fingers as you tug and pull his heated shaft.
âNasty fucker.â You hear Nanami mumble under his breath.
âOh yeah?â Suguru snaps out his pussydrunk haze beneath you, one of his hands leaving your thigh so he can curl his fingers over yours on Nanamiâs cock and help jerk him off. âToru can still taste your cum in the back of his mouth.â
Satoru gives you a wink and one last chance to breathe before he pushes his cock between your lips. You moan around him, finally, completely, entirely fucking full.Â
Every hole is stretched, your body aches, pleasure bubbling under every inch of your overheated skin like youâll erupt at any moment.Â
You barely know who you are, can barely think beyond the carnal craving of being full and filled and used. Your hips roll back to match the sinful pace set by Suguru and Toji, your head and hand move in rhythm together as you work for Satoru and Nanami.
Toji fists one hand in your hair, pulling you back and bouncing you against their cocks. Your eyes snap up as Satoru follows the shift of your body, settling his knees over Suguruâs face so he can keep fucking into your hot mouth. You hear Suguru groan as the thick threads of his hair get tangled beneath Satoruâs weightâthough it doesnât sound like he minds it.
âWhat a fuckinâ slut,â Toji sneers and latches his other hand around your neck from behind. âPush deeper, Toru, wanna feel your cock in her throat.âÂ
Satoru cants his hips forward and you open your mouth the best you can, still gagging as the length of him pounds into the back of your throat. Squeezing his thick fingers around the sides of your neck, Toji pets his thumb down the center column of your throat. He can see and feel the dick inside your neck.Â
Drool soaks your cheeks, bubbling around the tight suck of your lips. You hollow your cheeks and press your tongue to the veiny underside of Toruâs cock and let him use you.
Suguruâs cursing, cock plunging into the wet squish of your pussy with every groan. He squeezes his fingers over yours around Nanamiâs cock, both of you moaning at the increase of pressure. Then he dips his hand lower, fingers sinking around heavy balls as you twist your wrist and tug, thumbing the Nanamiâs sensitive ridge.
âShit fuck, fuck you both.â Nanami grumbles, knees faltering until he has to brace himself on one arm on the mattress.
âKento,â Toji grits his teeth, panting now from how hard heâs thrusting into your abused, tight hole, âcum on her ass. Gonna, ah, need more lube.â
Nanami swats your hand away, moving out of your eyesight to kneel behind you. You hear the deep baritone of his groan before you feel his hot cum pool and drip down your ass.Â
âThatâs it, yeah.â Tojiâs fingers smear in the mess Nanami made, coating the base and middle length of his cock with cum as he pulls out, only to push the gooey mess back into your hole.Â
Nanami collapses on his back, lungs expanding as he watches your breasts bounce from below.
âAh, ah, god, ah,â you donât know how long youâve been babbling around Toruâs cock forâprobably this whole time, a garbled, drooling mess of lewd sounds.Â
âFuck, keep, ah, shit, keep fucking her just like that, her throatâs gettinâ tight.âÂ
Suguru takes the initiative to swipe his thumb over your sensitive clit. Your nerves buzz instantly, making your cunt convulse and suck. Youâre close, so overstimulated youâre not sure if any of your senses actually work anymore. Your vision is blurred, your hearing just a thump of music and skin and groans, your fingers numb as you grip both hands into Satoruâs thighs, and all you can taste and smell is his salty cock twitching on your tongue and thumping into your hot mouth.Â
Your sanity is only held together by the push and pull of the cocks inside you. You can feel how both Suguru and Tojiâs cockheads bully past one another, curving and dipping just perfectly into spongey, soft spots you didnât know existed in your body. Your gummy walls are swelling, straining around the double penetration.
âFuuckkk, make her cum, Sugu. I bet this little ass will get so god damn tight and strangle my fucking cock. Fuckinâ do it.â
The way you try to say please around Satoruâs dick in your mouth makes him laugh, a little maniacal sound that makes you burn with need. You jolt your hips forward as much as you can, pressing into the thumb that starts flicking like lightning across your clit.Â
âShit, sheâs already m-making a mess,â Suguru lets out a groan that rumbles your body, sinks into your bones and makes you tremble. Slick is so wet and hot between your legs, making both your holes sloppy as cocks search for bliss inside your tight suction.Â
Satoru suddenly cums down your throat and youâre suffocating, spurting and gagging as he forces you to swallow a few spurts before he jerks his cock from your lips. He fists himself until pearly strings shoot across Nanamiâs chest.Â
âFilthy,â Nanami drags his finger through the cum on his skin, gathering enough to flick toward your tits, âall of you.â
Youâre gasping like youâve been beached, falling down onto Suguru and burying your face in his shoulder.
Finally you reach the peak, the point of no return, your whole body spasming as you cum.Â
You scream and bite into skin, every single nerve ending in your body exploding and firing with ecstasy and intensity. It hurts, your cunt clenching and pulling and sucking around two throbbing cocks. Your body squeezes them together, walls stretched so thin that you can feel their veins pumping like heartbeats searing your insides. Youâre so stuffed, plugged, fuller than you fear you ever will be again.
The choked sounds from Suguru and Toji are divine, four hands gripping and bruising your body to keep you still so they can fill your holes until cum bursts from your seams.Â
Suguruâs hand cups the back of your head, both to soothe and pry your canines from his flesh.Â
âAtta girl, atta girl, so good, youâre okay.â
âMore than okay,â Toji wolf-whistles, smacking his hand across your ass to hear you yelp, âyour little body is fuckinâ spectacular.â
He takes his time sliding out of your ass, more for him than you, youâre sure, so he can savor the last drags of your swollen walls around his shaft.
The empty feeling of your open ass makes you whine, but still you lift your head, sitting back on your heels, moaning as you shift on Suguâs cock. You watch Toji step back into his gray sweats, grinning as he snaps the elastic band low on his toned stomach.Â
âWell, well, guess this one didnât get broken.â He slaps Satoruâs shoulder as he throws open the bedroom door and leaves with, âShe might even be up for round two.â
Satoru rolls his eyes, slinking deeper into the desk chair heâs occupying, spent cock resting between his thighs.Â
âYou okay?â Two voices say in unison, Nanami and Satoru. Suguru has his arm across his eyes, dark hair like ink spilling over the sheets.
âMhhhmm,â you nod, the afterglow rolling over your skin as you manage to pull yourself off the last remaining cock plugging your body. You collapse next to Nanami, face down in pillows that have been shoved to the back of the bed.Â
The group of them start talking, but your ears are ringing, thumping with your blood and the still raging music below the floorboards.Â
âBaby.â Satoru runs his fingers down your back, shaking your ass to get your attention. You groan as you feel cum spill from both holes from the movement.Â
âYou should treat your playthings better, Gojo.â Nanami pats your head and out of the corner of your eye you see him almost smile.Â
âOh yeah? You think you can do a better job? She loves me, donât you baby?âÂ
You nod your heavy head, one of your feet kicking up playfully.
âGive her to me for a week and weâll see if she comes crawling back to you.â
âYou can have her anytime she wants,â you hear Suguru grunt from what sounds like a hefty pat on his chest from Satoru, âany of you. Sheâll be our pet.â
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