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PAINT ME WITH YOUR PISS | back
starring: zayn malik x male reader
summary: Zayn and Mn are having hot sex on the couch with Zayn drunk in dom top power making his husband piss
nsfw, piss kink
a/n: tysm for requesting this! I really love piss kink so I was very excited to write this
Zayn leaned back against the plush leather couch, his muscular arms wrapping around his slender husband Mn as he settled onto his lap. The younger man's wrists were bound together behind his back, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.
With a wicked grin, Zayn began to slowly rock his hips, grinding Mn's ass against his thick, hard cock straining against the confines of his jeans. "Mmm, you feel so good baby," he purred into Mn's ear, nipping at the lobe playfully.
Mn let out a whimper, squirming slightly in Zayn's grasp. "Please, I can't take much more," he pleaded, his voice trembling with need and discomfort. His legs ached from being bent awkwardly, while the constant friction against his stretched hole had him teetering on the edge of pain.
Zayn chuckled darkly, giving Mn's tied hands a squeeze. "Oh but you will, my little crybaby. We're just getting started." He punctuated his words with a sharp spank to Mn's plump cheek, watching with satisfaction as a bright red handprint bloomed across the tender skin.
Mn yelped, his eyes watering. "Zayn, please! It hurts!" Despite his protests, his body betrayed him, instinctively rolling its hips back to meet each thrust of Zayn's cock.
"You love this, don't you?" Zayn growled, delivering another stinging slap. "Love feeling me deep inside you, stretching your greedy hole until you can't take anymore."
"I-I do, but not like this!" Mn gasped, his breath coming in short pants.
Zayn smirked, amused by his husband's desperation. "Not like what, hmm? You want it rougher?"
He gripped Mn tighter, forcing him to arch his back as Zayn pistoned his cock up into him with renewed vigor. Mn's cries turned to moans, his body betraying its pleasure despite his pleas.
"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" Mn suddenly begged, his face flushed with arousal. "Make me cum!"
Zayn laughed cruelly. "Not yet, you impatient slut. First, you're going to make a mess for me." He reached down and rubbed Mn's sensitive dick in time with his thrusts, pushing him closer to the brink.
Mn's legs trembled, his balls drawing up tight. "I can't hold it, Zayn! I'm gonna pee!"
Zayn grinned wickedly, loving how Mn's body responded to his dominance. "Go ahead then, baby. Soak me with your piss. Show me how dirty a whore you really are."
Mn's eyes widened in shock, but before he could protest further, a hot stream of urine splashed against Zayn's stomach. The older man didn't flinch, simply continuing to rut into his husband's abused hole.
"That's it, empty those bladder muscles for me," Zayn coaxed, his fingers dancing over Mn's twitching cockhead. "Let go and cum all over my dick. Paint yourself with your own filth."
As if triggered by Zayn's words, Mn's orgasm crashed through him, his vision blurring as thick ropes of cum shot out to coat Zayn's shaft and balls.
Zayn groaned, feeling Mn's climax milking his cock. He continued to pump into his husband's still-tight heat, chasing his own release.
"Fuck, look at you," he panted, admiring the mess they'd made. "Soaking my clothes with your seed and piss. You're such a filthy little slut for me."
Mn slumped against Zayn's chest, spent and panting. "I...I love you," he whispered, his voice raw.
Zayn smiled, finally allowing himself to sink into blissful release. He filled Mn with wave after wave of hot cum, marking him as his own.
"I know, baby," he murmured, stroking Mn's hair soothingly. "And I love you too, even when you act like a needy little whore."
After several long moments, Zayn gently untied Mn's wrists, helping him to stand on shaky legs. Together, they stumbled towards the bathroom, Zayn supporting his exhausted husband.
Once inside, Zayn guided Mn under the warm spray of the shower, washing away the evidence of their intense coupling. As the water rinsed off the cum and urine, Zayn pulled Mn close, kissing him deeply.
"We're not done yet," he whispered against Mn's lips, his hands roaming possessively over Mn's slick skin. "I've got plans for round two, and this time, you're going to beg for it."
Hours later, Mn lay sprawled on the bed, his body aching in the most delicious way. Zayn knelt between his thighs, his cock already hard and ready to claim his husband once again.
"Mmm, look at you," Zayn purred, running a finger along Mn's swollen, well-used hole. "So pink and pretty, just begging to be fucked some more."
Mn whimpered, his hips lifting involuntarily. "Zayn, please...I don't think I can take anymore..."
Zayn chuckled darkly, pressing the head of his cock against Mn's entrance. "Oh, but you will, baby. Because I'm not done making you mine until you can't remember your own name."
Zayn carried Mn to the bedroom leaving the mess in the living room as is. He threw his husband on the bed, licked his lips as he lustfully took a nice look at his sexy and gorgeous Mn.
With that, he pushed forward, sinking into Mn's warmth with a satisfied groan.
Mn cried out, his body tensing as Zayn filled him completely once more. Despite the exhaustion seeping into his bones, a spark of desire still flickered within him, drawn to the dominant presence above.
"P-please, Zayn..." he managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse from hours of pleading. "It's too much...my legs, my ass...it hurts..."
Zayn merely smirked, beginning to move his hips in slow, deliberate strokes. "That's the point, sweetheart. To push you past your limits and make you submit completely to me."
Mn sobbed, tears streaming down his face as Zayn picked up speed, driving into him with relentless precision. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through Mn's battered body, threatening to overwhelm him entirely.
"Zayn, mercy!"
Zayn laughed cruelly, not slowing his pace one bit. "Mercy is for the weak, baby. And you're anything but that."
He reached down, jerking Mn's sensitive dick in time with his brutal thrusts. Mn's hips bucked wildly, his mind fogging over as he teetered on the edge of another explosive orgasm.
Suddenly, Zayn pulled out, leaving Mn empty and wanting. Before the younger man could protest, Zayn flipped him over onto his hands and knees, spreading Mn's cheeks wide.
"Look at you, so desperate for my cock," Zayn sneered, spitting on Mn's hole. "Such a filthy little cocksleeve, always craving to be used."
Without warning, Zayn plunged his cock back inside, this time aiming directly for Mn's prostate.
Mn screamed, his body convulsing as Zayn's cock struck his sweet spot dead-on. The intense stimulation sent him hurtling towards climax once more, his prostate throbbing in time with Zayn's ruthless thrusts.
But just as Mn was about to peak, Zayn withdrew again, leaving him dangling on the precipice of ecstasy. This time, however, instead of returning to his original position, Zayn moved behind Mn, pressing the head of his cock against the cleft of Mn's ass.
"What are you doing?" Mn gasped, his heart pounding in fear and anticipation.
Zayn's response was to spit on Mn's trembling hole, the cool liquid sending shivers down his spine. Then, with a dark chuckle, Zayn began to push forward, breaching Mn's asshole inch by excruciating inch.
Mn moaned, his body trembling with pleasure as Zayn slid deep inside him. He wrapped his legs around Zayn's waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper.
"Yes, yes," he gasped, eyes rolling back in bliss. "Take me, Zayn. Make me yours."
Zayn grinned, gripping Mn's hips tightly as he started to thrust. His rhythm was steady, measured, building slowly towards an inevitable peak.
"That's right, baby," he murmured, nipping at Mn's earlobe. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love having my cock buried in your tight little ass."
Mn obeyed, crying out as he came hard, sensation of pure pleasure washing over him. As he rode out his orgasm, Zayn followed suit, filling Mn with his seed.
However filling Mn up didn’t stop Zayn. His speed wasn’t slowing. “Fucking slut, your hole is swallowing me”, Zayn moaned as he spat in mn’s mouth.
Mn couldn’t even fathom what was going on. “I-I’m gonna..”, and without another word, Mn shot a long stream of piss making Zayn chuckle. “Looks like I’m draining your balls”
Once Mn was fully drained, Zayn completely stopped and pulled out of mn’s swollen hole.
"I love you," Zayn whispered, collapsing beside Mn on the bed.
Mn smiled, turning to press a soft kiss to Zayn's lips. "I love you too."
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#bottom male reader#male reader#flowers fics#male x male#x male reader#bottom male reader smut#Zayn malik#Zayn malik smut#Zayn smut#Zayn malik x male reader#Zayn x Male reader
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Okay Cal I’ve taken some time and calmed down and now I’m so very normal about this news. Nico’s back well isn’t that nice. I feel so very casual about that. Just :) so :) normal :)
First theme this round is non-human Buddie!
🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 (IM OBSESSED WITH THIS ONE!!!! Really loving Buck’s hearing loss story and can’t wait to see where you take it! And I’ve got Thoughts™️ about how it might play into the Diaz family magic… It seems like you’re doing the publish once it’s all written thing again - how many chapters are you planning on having?)
🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️🧜♂️(IM INTRIGUED!! And lol this emoji has bracelets on the arm that totally reminded me of Buck’s line arm tattoo so it’s meant to be! There’s so many interesting directions I feel like this one could go and I’m very excited to watch it play out!)
-PCA <3
HI PCA! So happy you're so excited for Nico.
In the meantime, the creature fics!
96 for 🌲 (THANK YOU!!!!! That makes me so happy. I'm really pumped for this one. I want to hear your thoughts! Yes, publishing this once it's all done. I have a ten chapter outline!)
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It’s not for very long. Buck said the appointment shouldn’t take more than an hour, plus driving. No biggie. Eddie can handle that. He’s an adult.
He tells himself the fear is that when he’s alone, something will happen. He’ll cover his house in more leaves and turn more and more into an animal until he loses his human mind. His back will become completely hollow like in all his nightmares. He thinks his fears are rooted in pragmatism. But when Buck is actually gone, the truth of it becomes clear.
It’s painful.
Buck being gone is actually physically painful for Eddie. He doesn’t know why. He gets this ache all over his body. This gripping sense of panic and nausea combined. He can hardly function. He needs Buck to be back. He needs to not be alone. His brain sort of abandons reason and starts spiraling to some dark place where he’s forever shut out from any sort of human interaction forever. Where he is utterly isolated.
He doesn’t just think of Buck. He thinks of Christopher, hating him. His team at work, thinking he abandoned them. Adriana, missing without a trace. Shannon, dead. He starts to shake. It feels like some sort of withdrawal; or at least what he imagines that would feel like. He needs some sort of company. Anyone. Anything. Most of all, he needs Buck to come home.
There’s a knock on the door around the time Eddie is expecting Buck to get back. If Eddie was in his right mind, he would know it’s not Buck. He would know the door is unlocked, and Buck can walk in. He would know that Buck has keys, regardless.
Throwing aside any sort of precaution or rational thought, Eddie hurries to open the door. He doesn’t have much in the way of a disguise to conceal himself. He’s still wearing Buck’s sweatpants. Nothing for his face. He doesn’t even think about it. What he must look like to someone who isn’t expecting to see it.
He’s surprised to see that it’s Tommy at the door. Arms crossed, angry impatient look on his face. Tommy, Buck’s boyfriend. He’s probably here for Buck. But he’s Eddie’s friend, too. Maybe he can keep Eddie company until Buck gets back.
Not single thought of his own protection in his head, Eddie throws open the door.
“Hey, Tommy,” he says. “What’s up, man?”
Tommy looks furious and confused. He looks Eddie over, eyes scrunching with confusion.
“Where’s Evan?” He demands. He blinks a few times. Rubs one of his ears. “I know he’s with you and… And I…”
“Buck isn’t here right now. Should be soon. Do you want to come inside?”
“Do I…” Tommy’s eyes sort of glaze over. It’s like watching drugs settle in. The anger all but evaporates from his face. “Yeah, Eddie. Of course I want to come in.”
Eddie is pleased. That’s good. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. He can already feel the pain in his body beginning to subside.
“Come on, man. I’ll get you a beer,” Eddie says. No matter that it’s eleven in the morning.
“I’d love that,” Tommy says.
He leads Tommy inside towards the kitchen. He grabs two beers from the fridge. He doesn’t think about the tail creating a strange bulge in the back of his pants. He doesn’t think of the fact that he’s wearing Tommy’s boyfriend’s pants. He doesn’t think of anything and Tommy’s not reacting to anything. It all must be fine.
When he turns around to hand Tommy the beer, Tommy takes a step towards him, leaving very little room between him and the fridge. Eddie feels a bit cornered.
“Uh, hi?” Eddie asks. He tries to give Tommy the beer but Tommy doesn’t take it. Won’t even look at it.
“Eddie, I think we should talk,” Tommy says.
Eddie gets a bad feeling.
“Okay… Uh, sure. About what?”
“Us,” Tommy says.
Eddie coughs a little. “Us?”
“You and me,” Tommy says.
“What you and me?” Eddie asks.
Tommy smirks a little. “What we could be to each other.”
Eddie blinks. “Uh… Friends? Friends with someone very important in common?”
Eddie might be feeling a little out of it lately, but he’s not insane.
“Oh, come on, Eddie,” Tommy says. “You had to know there was something between us. If you hadn’t been seeing that woman. What was her name?”
“Marisol?” He asks. Or Kim? Both? Jesus, he’s a mess.
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66 for 🧜♂️ (YAY! Thank you! I am excited to reveal my - and Annie's - plans):
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He knows that it changes you. In lots of strange ways, some small and some large.
“I’d had an accident not too long before that,” Chimney says. “Nearly died, myself. But… I don’t know. It’s different for Buck. Especially about Bobby. I think he’s just jealous you’re the new, shiny person on the team.”
Eddie is hardly new and shiny. Buck just doesn’t know that.
Eddie nods. “I’ll… Well, I’ll try I guess. To get on his good side or whatever.”
“I don’t think he has a bad side,” Hen says. “Just be patient. He’ll come around.”
Eddie holds onto this promise. Hopes that it’s true. And really, really hopes his suspicions aren’t correct.
🌻
Things get worse.
There’s some downtime in the shift. Eddie decides to hit the station gym. Unfortunately, Buck is already there with Chimney. He considers turning around and walking away, not wanting to deal with the guy more than he needs to. But he doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction. He doesn’t want to be scared off in his own workplace. Not again.
So Eddie starts on the other side of the equipment from Buck. The punching bag. He gets a conversation started up with Chimney. They talk about the firefighter calendar, which Chimney wants a spot in. Something Buck doesn’t seem thrilled about. It’s clear Buck wants to win, from all the absurd selfies he’s been snapping.
“Are you gonna submit photos, Eddie?” Chim asks. “Be honest, you’ve probably got washboard abs under that shirt. You submit one of those classic shirtless suspenders photos and you’re a shoe in.”
Ha. No. Abs? Sure. A shirtless photo? No way.
Across the gym, Buck makes a frustrated noise. Mutters something under his breath. Eddie doesn’t hear it, but he gets the tone. And all he can hear is the sound of someone suggesting he isn’t man enough for the competition. Whether or not it’s what Buck says, it’s what Eddie takes in.
So he sort of snaps.
“What’s your problem, man?” He demands, marching over to Buck at the weights.
Buck looks up at him. He seems surprised to have been confronted. Surprised, but not unwilling to rise to the bait. He stands up, gets close to Eddie, peacocking his considerable height. He’s not that much taller than Eddie, but it sure feels like it, in this moment.
“Okay. You.” Buck says, voice low and tight. “You’re my problem. Your comfort level.”
Eddie’s comfort level? Is he serious? He’s been doing everything he can to make Eddie uncomfortable. Is Eddie, what? Supposed to know his place? Stay silent and in the background because he’s different? How does Buck even know that he’s different?
“You’re-you’re not supposed to walk in here like you’ve been here for years,” Buck keeps going. “It’s meant to be a getting-to-know-you period. You’re meant to respect your elders.”
“You’re not his elder, Buck,” Chimney interjects.
“I don’t know how old you are,” Eddie replies. “But I’m not a probie. I’ve been a firefighter-paramedic for six years. But if you have some sort of prejudice that makes you think I’m not fit for the job-”
“Wait, what?” Buck interrupts. “Prejudice?”
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— "Reo Nagi".
a reonagi fan fiction, if you couldn't tell, where nagi tries to buy a ring for reo.
pairings: mikage reo with nagi seishiro.
warnings: 1.1K word count, fluff, intended lower case, slight mention of reo in a wedding dress (nagi's thoughts), reonagi are alumni, proposal. it's fluff trust me :x
"bolded dialogue" = nagi's dialogue.
'what a hassle...' nagi thinks, but refuses to say aloud. because for reo, nothing is a hassle. because being with reo, isn't a hassle. because reo, is the furthest thing away from a hassle.
but everything else? nagi sighs internally—because it's a hassle to physically breathe harder. who knew buying a ring would be so difficult? should it be silver, or gold? plain, or fancy? cheap, expensive? matching or individual? the same shade as his skin or contrasting, elegant or simple, smooth or bumpy, with gems or withou—
"mister nagi?" he was harshly pulled out of his train of thoughts, but honestly, he couldn't be happier by it. thinking was too much of a hassle, he'd never had more than just video games or reo on his mind.
"mm?" nagi hums in response, the most efficient form of a reply. he needed to save energy to think. "have you made your choice?"
nagi sighs, mumbling out a soft "no..." to only receive a slightly impatient look on his attendant's face—nagi had been here for at least an hour. ...or three.
"this girl must be really important to you, for you to be slumping at the table for three hours straight? i bet a dime she's spending another three hours looking for wedding dresses on her part."
nagi almost choked. he'd completely forgot the people here were unaware he was dating a male, and a very attractive one at that. ...then again...
he stuffed his hands further into his pocket as if on cue, softly nestling the bottom half of his face into the collars of his hoodie in an attempt to hide the subtle flushes of red dusting his cheeks. "...yeah." nagi replied, pictures of his dear reo in a big puffy white dress brewing fresh in his brain. 'i've enough allowance for that.' nagi notes mentally for the first time ever.
he was pulled back into his train of thoughts, calculating the best fitting ring for reo through the process of elimination: silver, because reo has all the gold he could ever want. plain, because fancy is a daily occurrence in reo's life. cheapER, nagi needs money to buy that dress. matching, to remind reo that they're bound together. contrasting his skin shade, the world has to know he's taken. simple, this one's easy. and finally, smooth because one thing has to be straight.
nagi lifted a finger to point at two adjacent rings near the left of the glass box—one's a shining silver, simple, smooth, plain. and the other, the exact same. the best part? he didn't need to call reo for a loan.
"finally decided, i see?" the man looked like he could finally breathe, hands scrambling to collect the two solitaires.
the rings were tucked into a tiny white box each, both in the shape of a heart. nagi stuffed them into his pocket, "put them on my tab", and ran out.
83 messages from reo🤍💜.
there was a slight crinkle in the the corner of nagi's eyes—in the language of reading nagi, it's considered a smile.
—
nagi tapped his foot and fiddled with the rounded piece of alloy in his hoodie pocket, a little too much for his liking. it was draining his energy, and he needed that energy to down one knee for reo. he didnt like that he couldn't calm his veins.
"Seishiro!", was the voice that had nagi's head shooting up and forwards, to have him actually feel excitement in something. anything.
"reo!" nagi nudged forward just by the slightest centimetre. oops, he let his excitement slip. he gently dragged his thumb over what felt like a rough outline of a diamond in the rough.
"did you need something, sei?" reo flashed, curving his inner arm down to his abdomen and taking a playful bow. "i'm at your service, my treasure!"
'not that again...' nagi stuffed his face back into his collar, covering up the pink that lined his cheeks—but not the hue on his ears.
"....reo..." he mumbled. what was he so afraid of? "...i— wait, no. start over. ...um, reo... let's... let's—no, wait. again. i want reo to—wait, no, that doesn't sound right. reo, reo. reo reo reo reo...."
it was like watching nagi rehearse his lines in front of a mirror, taking the very big hassle of trying to perfect his tone when calling out reo's name. ...something he really, really, really should've done before asking to meet up.
"...sei...shiro..? are—"
"no, stop, don't say anything. ...um, yet. i need to think." nagi rambled on for about half a minute or so, incomprehensible string of syllables spewing out from his mouth faster than his fingers could tap on his phone. actually, maybe not as fast, but you get the point.
eventually, he ended up crashing down on the floor; on purpose. reo could've sworn his heart nearly hurled out his throat, but in all reality, it stopped beating for a second when his purple orbs landed on a silver, circular band mounting a perfectly cut diamond.
"...m— ....marry... me... ....reo."
nagi's head was tilted down, looking at the tread of the guy he had just proposed to's shoe. nagi was hardly interested in the pattern at all, but he really didn't want to look reo in the eye. ...then again, reo loves nagi. reo wouldn't reject him, right?
...
slowly, he tilted his head up, only to be met wide-eyed with a salty, familiarly warm feeling falling moist onto his cheek. nagi quickly stood up.
"re— reo..! wait, 'm sorry! if you don't want to it's totally fine with me, i didn't mean to— ommf...–"
the pressing warmth against his lips felt like drug to his senses. he'd been apart from it far too long. he wasn't even aware he'd missed this feeling so dang much.
reo slipped his hand into nagi's, gaps twining perfectly as his ring finger eased right into the ring nagi bought—it was the perfect size. reo was crying a little, but who wouldn't?
reo pulled away, the heat leaving both their lips had nagi in a small pout. "on one condition."
nagi's eyes widened, partly because he didn't think reo would actually accept, and also partly because he didn't think reo would agree on a condition—he thought he'd do it unconditionally! whatever, the moment's too good to think.
"i have to take your last name."
"mm." though, it did surprise nagi quite a bit. "...not quite how i envisioned it. i imagined that i'd be taking your name. Mikage Seishiro sounds nice."
"yeah, but Reo Nagi sounds better, right, my treasure?"
it really did.
"...okay, then... deal." this was the most energy he'd had ever poured into a nod. something tells reo that, the white haired genius would've accepted his offer anyway. and something tells the seishiro, that, reo would've accepted his proposal unconditionally.
┈
"...also, can you wear this at the wedding?" seishiro hands a bag to reo—a bag with puffy, white laces of a dress sticking out the top.
#mikage reo#reo mikage#reonagi#nagireo#reo mikage x nagi seishiro#mikage reo x seishiro nagi#reo mikage x seishiro nagi#mikage reo x nagi seishiro#reonagi fanfic#reonagi fanficfion#seishiro nagi#nagi seishiro#blue lock#blue lock fanfic#blue lock fanfiction#bllk#ngro
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now that it's almost october and i've begun doing OCtober stuff i may,,,,, *looks left,,, looks right,,,,,* perhaps. i will share. a lil secret
#don't tell anybody it's Top Secret (for 2 more days)#(or. 1 more day and a half i suppose)#but i'm really impatient and really excited#for OCtober this year............#i'm making everyone look at all my fucking deathspeaker aus#you have no idea how much they haunt me#there's just over 31 of them so if i take out ones i don't really want to actually show people#i can do 1 au a day it's perfect#i just finished up the 5cp article for 5cp joe it's soooo much fun i'm so excited#(censored to keep out of searches)#i'm going as hard as i can on self indulgence this year and it's already paying off#the serotonin rush i got from seeing the scp article in its completed state is killing meeeeeee#i really doubt i'm actually gonna be able to keep up daily au stuff#but i'm gonna do my best#i haven't told anyone about most of these so it's kinda wild get all these thoughts n ideas out of my brain
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was gonna say i'm not sure if i'm satisfied with how she looks but nvm she's gorgeous actually
#cc vs ingame but it's actually better in-game this time xdd#my ocs#oc: ylva ingellvar#<- she's a crypt baby hehe#had a really tough time choosing between mourn watch and veil jumpers#but went w the watch because the name fit really well xd#dav#laya plays dav#only played thru the intro cinematic bc i got impatient and wanted to make a rook (and inky) xd#rest will have to wait!#but i'm excited to be finally able to use her (<- was originally a ttrpg character concept that never got used) :)
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Slightly sloppy Nightcat— I MEAN Watcher doodle!! Super excited for the new DLC :D Didn't think we'd be getting any more major content after Downpour tbh.
This is based off one of the screenshots on the Steam page!! I thought it was another sandy biome at first (white sand is cool to me), but then I realized it was probably snow 🧍
Alt. version below (for a cleaner look):
#i really hope the DLC releases on console a little faster this time#i don't want to pressure anyone on the team#but waiting for the downpour dlc to get on console and avoiding spoilers left and right#kind of broke me#just a little bit#idk maybe i'm impatient#ANYWAYS still excited#i'll wait as long as i have to#silksong has been training me for this#rain world#rw#nightcat#watcher rw#rw watcher#the watcher#slugcats#slugcat#slugcat rw#digital art#art#my art#illustration#digital illustration#lineless art#rw slugcat#rw art month#fanart#nightcat rw#rw nightcat
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Happy holidays, my loves! May your holiday bring you the joy of bringing joy to others💕
#dnd#dungeons and dragons#character art#illustration#christmas card#gnome#wizard#artificer#I have traditionally not posted the christmas card until after christmas BUT... I am excited and impatient 😌#this is the best card art I've done in YEARS I'm really happy about it!!#they went out pretty late (as usual) but it sounds like people have been receiving them this week 💕#also-- it was a Just Because gift and not a Winter's Splendor (fantasy!christmas) gift but this IS a canon gift Mel made for Zhartook!#it's a windup but also one of her artificer abilities lets her make an item magically produce sound#it's a wood thrush and it sings and makes ambient background forest noises#cause we were living on an airship and she thought something to remind him of home might be nice for his room 😌#my OCs#Melliwyk#Vale Walkers#dungeons and doodles
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I’m so excited about this one. So excited.
I finished The Shadow Rising and I have so many scenes I want to draw, yet so little time.
#fanart#not tagging anything beside#wot book spoilers#show: the wheel of time#and inaugurating#book: the wheel of time#WIP#I'm legitimately impatiently waiting for the end of each day so that I can have time to make progress#even on my days off#I'm forcing myself to draw backgrounds too#so yeah SO EXCITED#THE CHAPTER YOU KNOW THE ONE#Siuan je t'aime d'amour#I really hope it will be okay because it's not a line for line translation of the book scene#but it's how it looked in my head#and yeah I went the Cabanel route#bite me#I'm constantly alternating between being tortured thinking about Siuan and being tortured thinking about Moiraine
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i have read the summary of the vampire lestat and now i'm really excited to see how they adapt it (and presumably maybe mush it also with other books of the vampire chronicles?) for the show :DDD
#i'm not even impatient at all for the next season#i am excited and super looking forward to it#and i myself did not wait the wait between s1 and s2 of this show#but i remember the wait btwn go2's announcement and go2's release#so like. i will be doing So Much in the meantime that it'll probably get here before i know it#also yeah i really don't care much to read the books#i read the summary of the iwtv book too and ehh.#which is funny that i would watch the show- which is admittedly very different in many ways- but not read the books#but thats just what it is i guess lol#bluebird.txt#interview with the vampire#i wonder if they'll rename the show or give this season a subtitle?#cuz interview with the vampire is the louis one#the vampire lestat is the next one#so maybe they'll just call it that? idk#im excited though :) i trust them to make it good
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we're having a snow day!! would anyone care for a wintry starter. or something festive-y in your inbox. ❄
#ooc.#only wrote 500 words for my wip today but i'm actually really happy i wrote anything at all#i'm excited for this chapter! it's the first conrad-heavy chapter if you don't include the prologue#but we're not at the Action yet... and i'm impatient..#we hit 23k though :) hoping for 35k by 2024!
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Roughly 4,000 more words and some editing until I post the first chapter of my post-canon fic btw 👀
#ahhhhh I'm excited I'm excited#its. 19k so far. not all consecutive. but more than I've written all for one fic in a good while#unfortunately I'm going to be super impatient waiting to share chapter two because that's where stuff starts to get Fun. but oh well#I'm really excited to get to point where I feel ready to start sharing it tho#I hope people will enjoy reading about this nerds trying to run a kingdom as much as I'm enjoying writing about it.
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Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow Too (Chapter 7) WWDITS | Guillermo/Nandor | Explicit | Chapter: 1300 words
Chapter Summary: Nandor and the Djinn take a walk.
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Full Summary: After Guillermo comes home with another vampire's bite on his neck, a poorly planned wish gets Nandor's dumb ass stuck in a time loop.
And Nandor's never handled eternity well.
Short one today, friends, but tomorrow's is The Long One. I'll try to have it up early in the day to give daily readers a chance to read it. Might even post it before I go to bed tonight/verrrry early tomorrow morning.
#but before you get too excited I go to bed really fucking late most of the time#so honestly it might still be just... the normal morning#I'm excited for y'all to read the next one tho so maybe I'll get impatient#nandermo tag#wwdits tag#yttt tag#fic stuff
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btw i know this is the hating cars website HOWEVER! I!! OFFICIALLY HAVE MY OWN CAR!!!!
#🔪.text#I AM. IN TEARS TBH.#I. DID IT. I REALLY ACTUALLY DID IT.#I DIDN'T FUCK UP. I DIDN'T LET MY FEARS WIN.#I HAVE A CAR!!#i wasn't. actually expecting to get it today.#i wasn't home all day bc i was at my dad's#but i. got home. and it was in the driveway.#my mom got it for me.#i thought she was just going to put the deposit down for me like i asked#but she. just got the car.#and. waillllssss#y'all you don't understand how happy i am. how much this is going to change everything#i still need to do the title transfer and all the insurance shit#which'll be on monday unfortunately. so i gotta be antsy and impatient til then#but uaghhhh#i really am so fuckign excited and so proud of myself for actually doing this#i'm definitely gonna have to tell my therapist she'll be really happy to know
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so i like using plume for hrt cuz it’s really easy, but like all telehealth things the doctors don’t really have time for in depth questions. i typed out a whole thing about my levels, asked about e conversion, and ended with mentioning i wanna bump up my dose and already had a bit, got back essentially “ok go for it have fun”
so i guess i’m not like, in danger, but i would like the record to show i tried to be responsible and get extra bloodwork before proceeding
#going to .3ml which is i think 60mg#i think now that shit is really ramping up i feel even more impatient#i feel like i'm about 2-3 weeks away from tummy hair that shows up on camera i'm so excited
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SHARING IS CARING!
ʚɞ summary: satoru agrees to share his girlfriend with kento for one night to help ease some of the stress he’s been under lately! but that doesn’t mean he’s going to make it easy for his co-worker.
warnings: fem!reader, voyeurism, cuck!satoru, oral (m receiving), breast play, penetration (p in v), fingering, pussydrunk nanami, squirting, praise kink, 18+ minors dni.
wc: 7.1k
despite how much satoru enjoys teasing his co-worker kento nanami, he can see how much stress the other man has been under lately. it’s clear from the heavy bags underneath his eyes, the way his back is almost permanently hunched in exhaustion.
the white-haired sorcerer spent an embarrassingly long amount of time in his office brainstorming different ideas to attempt to cheer nanami up. his usual go-to for anyone else would be to buy them some sweets, but he has a feeling that wouldn’t be too appreciated in this situation.
and then, after his phone buzzed with a newly received text from you: his pretty little girlfriend who was currently waiting for him at home — a lightbulb lit up in his head.
he could give you to nanami to cheer him up.
well, when he says ‘give’, of course he really means lending you to nanami. a one-time only gift (that must be returned after use) as it were.
and satoru will unarguably be present to observe the entire interaction too — he has to make sure nanami treats his sweet girl the way she deserves, after all. if the other man was to leave you unsatisfied, he would very possibly have to hollow purple him.
(and he also wouldn’t be completely opposed to watching his much-too-uptight co worker unravel before his eyes, either. but he’ll keep that part to himself.)
pleased with his newest idea, satoru practically skips along the halls on the way to nanami's office, a wide grin stretched across his lips and anticipation buzzing throughout his body.
"hellooo, nanamin!" he coos obnoxiously once he arrives outside his co-worker's office, craning his neck to peek his head around the doorway. "you in here?"
nanami audibly sighs at the sound of the white-haired man's voice, glancing up briefly from his desk with an unimpressed look pulling at his visibly exhausted features. "yes, gojo, i'm clearly in here. what is it you want this time?"
satoru holds up his hands in mock surrender, his grin never faltering as he steps fully inside the office. it's clear he's up to no good (even more so than usual), given the way he's practically vibrating on the spot with excitement.
"well?" the blonde man prompts impatiently, his eyes already cast back down to the various piles of paperwork splayed across his desk. he's evidently in no mood to deal with satoru's mischief.
"now now, don't rush me!" he huffs in response, his lower lip jutting out in an overdramatic pout despite knowing nanami isn't even looking in his direction right now. "this is a very... sensitive topic. so i'm gonna need you to pay suuuper close attention. got it?"
at this, nanami looks up from his papers, his annoyance slowly morphing into cautiousness. "sensitive how? this better not be about you wanting to know how many people i've bedded in the past, because i already told you that i will never dignify such a shameless question with an answer."
"what? no! it's not about that," satoru chuckles amusedly, before tapping the bottom of his chin with a slender finger in a theatrical display of thought. "....although, i really should find out the answer to that eventually."
nanami rolls his eyes all the way to the back of his head behind his goggles, bringing two fingers up to rub his temple. "i don't have time for this, gojo. whatever it is you came here to ask, will you just spit it out already?"
"alright, alriiight!" the white-haired sorcerer whines petulantly, sauntering further into the office and leaning his elbows against his co-worker's desk like he owns the place. "so, i've noticed you've been under a lot of stress lately—"
"which is none of your business, might i add." the other man deadpans bluntly, his lips set into their usual tight line as he regards satoru.
"sure. but, as your co-worker and friend, i've decided to make it my business," he retorts without missing a beat, waving a pale hand dismissively in nanami's direction as he continues speaking. "and i've come up with the perfect solution to cheer you up!"
nanami raises a blonde eyebrow at this, visibly still cautious but (hopefully) a little curious now. "oh, have you now?" he mutters tightly, attempting to hide the subtle interest hiding under his tone. but satoru notices, because of course he does.
"mhmm," satoru croons mischievously, his grin morphing into a little smirk as he leans further across the desk. "would you like to hear it, nanamin?"
the interest in his colleague's expression is gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by irritation yet again as he releases a deep sigh. "i'm not in the mood for your games, gojo. are you going to tell me or not?"
"ugh, fine," the white-haired man groans dramatically, rolling his eyes behind his blindfold. "can't blame a guy for trying to build up a little suspense."
satoru rifles around in his pocket for a few moments before pulling out his phone, instantly thrusting the device directly into nanami's face with absolutely no context.
"what—" nanami begins, his words quickly trailing off into an unintelligible sound of some description once he catches sight of the picture being displayed on his colleague's lock screen. "oh."
"like what you seee?" he coos obnoxiously from behind the phone, tilting his head to the side in an attempt to get a better view of the other man's reaction. "just kidding - i know you do."
"this... is that your girlfriend?" the blonde man croaks out, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically flustered. "and why is that your lockscreen, for the love of god?"
satoru just shrugs nonchalantly, jerking the phone back towards himself and taking a moment to admire the photo of you. it's your pretty body, completely bare on his bed, perky breasts on full display and smooth legs spread wide to reveal your abused pussy which was just oozing with ropes of his goopy cum.
"yes, it's my girlfriend," he hums proudly, shoving the device back into his pocket before fixing nanami with another wide grin. "and why not? it's not like anyone else sees it except me. until now, obviously."
"right," the other man breathes out, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly in a poor attempt to try and compose himself. "and, pray tell, why did you feel the need to show me that?"
satoru huffs dramatically, as if having to actually explain the proposition he's come up with is taking a serious toll on him. "come onn, nanamin. use that brilliant brain of yours! i say i have a way to relieve some of your stress, and then i show you that picture..."
nanami visibly tenses as the realization of what his colleague is suggesting washes over him, his eyes narrowing into cautious slits. but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself, just in case he misinterpreted his words, so he settles for saying — "is this another one of those highly unamusing pranks of yours, gojo?"
the white-haired man rolls his eyes yet again, leaning even closer over the desk and tilting his head to the side in a playful manner. "you really think i'd show you a naked picture of my girl if this was just a prank?"
as much as it irks nanami to admit, even to himself, his co-worker does has a point there.
"touché." he grumbles under his breath, trying his best to keep up his uninterested façade despite how obviously affected he is by seeing that picture of you; needless to say, he thinks satoru is a very lucky man.
"that's all you're gonna say? touché?" satoru repeats incredulously, throwing his hands up in the air theatrically. "no 'yes please, gojo, i'd love to get me some of that'?"
"first of all, i would never say it so crudely," the blonde man retorts with his nose wrinkled in not-so-subtle disgust, shaking his had faintly. "and second of all, i'm not the sort of man who takes what doesn't belong to him."
satoru snorts out a loud laugh at this. "ugh, drop the serious act for a minute, nanamin! it's not like you're stealing her away from me or anything. i'm just offering some... one-time only stress relief, that's all."
"whatever you say, gojo," he mutters dismissively, waving a hand in his direction before rubbing his temple yet again. "even if i was to consider such a proposition, have you asked your girlfriend if she would be willing to participate?"
"yeah, sooo, about that..." satoru responds in an elongated hum, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck somewhat sheepishly.
"satoru—"
"wait, wait! just let me explain," the white-haired man squeaks hurriedly, waving around his hands theatrically. the rare use of his first name from his colleague clearly shows just how annoyed he is at this point. "i was so excited when i came up with the idea that i kinda-maybe-definitely forgot to ask her."
"why am i not surprised?" nanami huffs bluntly, clearly losing whatever interest he may have begrudgingly gained when he saw the photo.
but just before he can return to his work, satoru quickly speaks up again. "hey, wait just a minute! she's my girl, and i know my girl. she'll say yes."
nanami pauses for a few moments, silently cursing the way he's actually considering this insane proposition. but there's two facts he can't deny — one: he has been under a lot of stress lately, and he wouldn't exactly mind releasing it. and two: satoru's girlfriend is incredibly attractive.
much to his chagrin, he doesn't have a good reason to say no.
"...alright."
and that's how kento nanami finds himself standing outside your and satoru's apartment a week later, his fist hovering just above the door as he attempts to process what's awaiting him on the other side.
he can't quite believe he's actually going to 'release his stress' by using satoru's pretty little girlfriend who he's never even met before today. but he knows that not going through with it isn't an option — especially when he'll have to endure his colleague's relentless teasing afterwards.
so he knocks.
and it's you who opens the door, dressed in nothing but one of satoru's old shirts that is definitely much too long for you, the baggy fabric practically swallowing you whole as you stand before nanami.
"oh!" you gasp in realization as you look up at him, a small smile spreading across your lips as you kindly extend a hand to the man in front of you. "you must be kento! toru's told me a lot about you."
nanami, much to his own embarrassment, takes a few long moments to recover from the sight of you. somehow, you're even more beautiful in person than you were in that photo on his co-worker's lockscreen (despite being much more... clothed now.)
"ahem. yes, that's me," he murmurs after swallowing roughly, taking your hand in his own to give it a quick shake. he tries not to let his eyes linger too long on the size difference between them; how your hand practically disappears beneath his. "all good things, i hope?"
"oh, of course." you chuckle softly, stepping to the side and opening the door a little wider in a silent initiation for him to come inside. this is it — his last chance to just blow this whole thing off and drive home.
but he doesn't take that chance.
instead, he shuffles inside with a polite smile in your direction, pulling his other hand from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers he'd bought on the way over here; he wasn't exactly sure what was an appropriate gift for someone else's girlfriend who was going to let him have sex with her, so he settled for some simple roses.
you close the door behind the two of you, your eyes widening when they fall on the flowers. how very... gentlemanly. you hadn't expected him to bring any type of present tonight — from what you'd gathered from satoru, this was going to be a very transactional exchange.
"sorry... is this too forward?" nanami mutters a little awkwardly, toying with the petal of one of the roses. "if you don't want them, i can go put them back in my—"
"no, no! they're beautiful," you say quickly, grasping the bouquet from him with a warm smile stretching across your lips. "it's really sweet of you. i just wasn't expecting it, that's all."
the blonde man seems to relax slightly at this, his tensed shoulders slowly deflating and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. it's clear he's never done anything like this before; but then again, neither have you.
but when satoru had come to you with the idea of helping out his thoroughly overworked colleague and friend, who also happened to be quite handsome (in your boyfriend's words), you couldn't help but agree.
and satoru definitely underestimated kento's appearance with that measly description. he's more than quite handsome — he's gorgeous, with those well-kempt blonde locks and that ridiculously sharp jawline that could probably cut glass.
...let's just say you're not having any last minute regrets about agreeing to this.
"so, how about you go and make yourself comfortable in the living room while i put these in some water?" you suggest kindly, gesturing to doorway on the left as you head in the direction of the kitchen with the bouquet in your hands.
nanami nods in agreement, ducking his head to fit underneath the doorframe as he saunters into the living room of your apartment. it's cozy and small, with little trinkets that just scream satoru gojo scattered around the area.
of course that man has to make even his living room as chaotic as he is.
he plops down onto the couch, his still somewhat tense body sinking into the comfortable material. he feels more relaxed already than he has in months — it must be something to do with the warm atmosphere in your home (or the promise of what's to come.)
his respite doesn't last for long, however, because satoru comes bounding down the stairs, his blindfold askew and his grin wide when he notices nanami sitting there in his living room. "heyyy, nanamin! you're actually here! i figured you'd chicken out last minute, honestly."
the blonde man rolls his eyes behind his goggles, shooting his colleague a thoroughly unimpressed look in response to his statement; as if he hadn't just been considering 'chickening out', as gojo put it, moments ago outside the front door.
but he doesn't have to know that.
"well, i didn't." he settles for sighing bluntly, raising a neatly trimmed eyebrow when satoru drapes himself across the couch next to him like an oversized cat, practically taking up every inch of spare space.
"what's that look for?" satoru snickers obnoxiously, slinging his lanky legs over nanami's lap as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "this is my house you're in right now, remember? i can do what i want."
before nanami can even think of replying, you start padding into the room, shooting your boyfriend what can only be described as a disapproving look. "toru, stop harassing our guest."
the white-haired man lets out a petulant whine in response, grasping your hips as soon as you draw close enough and pulling you down onto his lap. he buries his face in your neck, grumbling. "i'm not harassing him, baby! it's just our usual banter. riiight, nanamin?"
"right." he chuckles lightly, exchanging an amused glance with you over satoru's head at the other man's antics. he's more like a young, whiny child than a full grown adult; especially when he acts like this.
"hey, stop smiling at him!" satoru huffs overdramatically in protest, looking up at you from your neck with one of his bright blue eyes peeking out from under his blindfold. "you're supposed to be on my side, pretty girl."
"i am on your side, silly," you say with fond exasperation, bringing a hand up to ruffle his messy white locks affectionately. "are you seriously mad at me for getting along with your friend?"
"no, i guess not." he grumbles in response, nuzzling his face back into your skin like a beloved pet would do to its owner.
nanami can't help but find it fascinating how the strongest sorcerer and most popular teacher at jujutsu tech seems to completely melt in your presence — there must be something really special about you, and he feels honoured to be allowed to have you for himself; even if only for one night.
"so— uh, how does this... work?" the blonde man asks curiously after clearing his throat, looking between you and the manchild snuggling you in his lap with a carefully questioning gaze.
satoru giggles at this, turning his head to give nanami an obnoxiously teasing wink. "how does me letting you hit this..." he drawls playfully, his hand traveling down from your hip to lightly squeeze your ass. "...work, nanamin?"
nanami almost chokes on his own salvia in response to his colleague's blunt wording, but somehow he manages to compose himself (just). "...yes, i suppose. if you insist on being so lewd about it."
you let out a small chuckle at this, swatting your boyfriend's hand away from your ass and giving him a chiding look, to which he just shrugs innocently.
"i think it should be up to you, kento," you hum thoughtfully, resting your chin on satoru's head and peering over at the blonde man with an encouraging smile. "how would you like this to work?"
"ah, well..." nanami begins, finding his brain seems to have short-circuited at your suggestion. he gets to choose how he has you? jesus, how is even supposed to form a single coherent sentence with you smiling at him like that?
"oh, come onn, nanamin!" satoru whines, raising one of his legs from the other man's lap to kick at his chest with one of his socked feet. "want me to give you some ideas? hmm... how about you start with her perfect little mouth? it works wonders, y'know!"
nanami lets a choked sound escape from somewhere in the back of his throat at this, his wide eyes shooting to you for any signs of hesitance. but he finds none, no — you're still smiling at him in such a friendly way, as if your boyfriend isn't signing you up to suck another man off right in front of him.
"is that— can i... are you sure?" he stammers awkwardly, suddenly feeling like an inexperienced teenager rather than a fully grown man.
"it's fine with me," you say sweetly, each word so thick and honeyed, making nanami's head start to go a little hazy. he can already feel his trousers starting to grow uncomfortably tight just from the direction this conversation is going in. "would you like that, kento?"
"would i—" nanami swallows thickly, stopping his words before they can come out sounding too eager. "yes... yes, i believe i would."
satoru grins widely at his co-worker's admission, effortlessly lifting you up from his lap and placing you on the floor in front of the couch. you crawl the rest of the way across the carpet, coming to perch between nanami's manspread legs.
the blonde man audibly gulps when you bring your hands up to his thighs, shifting just a little on the chair to try and hide how much his body is reacting to your proximity.
"phewww... look at him, baby," satoru whistles amusedly with a mischievous smirk as he watches the interaction, obnoxiously pointing to the growing tent in nanami's slacks. "so worked up already."
you tut lightly, shooting another disapproving look in your boyfriend's direction. "stop teasing him, toru. he's probably just touch-starved."
"something you wouldn't understand, gojo," nanami pushes out through gritted teeth, trying his best to keep up his usual collected demeanour even when he feels your fingers graze over his bulge. "not when you have such a sweet little thing waiting for you at home everyday."
"hm. now that is true," the white-haired man hums in agreement, reaching over nanami's lap to give your hair a gentle, loving stroke. "my girl always knows how to keep me satisfied."
you smile warmly up at satoru, leaning your head into his touch slightly while your hand squeezes around his colleague's clothed erection — and, shit. you can tell just how big he is even through these tight trousers.
you've really got your work cut out for you here.
satoru is quick to help you out, grasping a cushion from the couch and leaning down to slide it underneath your knees to make the position more comfortable for you. ugh, your boyfriend is just so considerate— but tonight isn't about him. focus!
with better support on the floor, you reach up to pop open the button on the front of nanami's slacks, looking up at him through your lashes; and, god, he looks absolutely wrecked already. his cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink, and his goggle-clad eyes are staring anywhere but you.
despite how stoic he always was in satoru's descriptions of him, right now... kento nanami looks utterly adorable.
unzipping his fly, the only barrier between you and his monster of an aching cock is his expensive-looking boxers. and while at this point with satoru you'd usually do a little teasing, you figure with nanami, it's better to cut straight to the chase.
he clearly needs it.
so you dip your nails under the waistband of his underwear, carefully tugging it down to reveal your boyfriend's colleague in all of his touch-starved glory; cock just giant as it slaps against his clothed abdomen, all veiny and curved as the reddened tip leaks onto the couch.
"woww, nanamin!" satoru croons obnoxiously, fanning himself with his hand as if he's a prim and proper lady about to collapse from shock. "how big you are."
"do you really have to be here for this?" the blonde man retorts, shooting a glare so deadly in his friend's direction that if looks could kill... your boyfriend definitely would be six feet under.
"oh, absolutely," he drawls back without missing a beat, smirking smugly as he crosses his legs against nanami's lap, as if watching his girlfriend prepare to give his co-worker a blowjob is the most normal situation possible. "i'll be here the whooole time. better get used to it."
rolling your eyes at satoru's relentless teasing, you opt to distract nanami from the white-haired sorcerer's interjections by wrapping a hand around his bare length (let it be noted that you definitely cannot fit his entire girthy base in your grip.)
nanami lets out a raspy, broken groan at the contact, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he tries to keep himself together. but the way his cock visibly jumps under your touch doesn't go unnoticed by you or satoru.
"relax for me, kento," you coo sweetly, giving him a light squeeze to make sure he's paying attention to your words. "gonna make you feel good, yeah?"
he can only release a few incoherent mumbles in response, his head falling back against the couch when you start to languidly stroke him, moving your hand from tip to base with well-practised movements.
"fuck, that's so hot," satoru groans as he shifts a little closer to get a better view of you working his uptight colleague with your fist, his own sweatpants starting to visibly tent too. "keep going, pretty girl."
you smile again at the praise, your thighs rubbing together subtly underneath satoru's baggy shirt. but he notices it, because of course he does, he knows your body's reactions like the back of his hand. "see that, nanamin? she loves it when you praise her. i hope you're taking mental notes right now."
nanami can only watch in awe as you lean down to press your soft lips to the leaking tip of his cock, his brain completely scrambled already from only a few touches. jesus, he can't believe he almost didn't agree to take part in this; he’s silently thanking his past self for having the confidence to go through with it right now.
"that's... you're doing good— so good." he pushes out, the words more of a garbled mess than anything as his toned hips involuntarily buck lightly into your hand, in search of more and more friction.
a small, satisfied hum spills from your lips at the praise, your tongue instinctively flicking out to lap at the pearlescent rivulets of pre-cum just streaming from his pudgy tip.
it’s not as sweet as satoru’s — it has a bit more of a salty tang. but it’s not exactly unpleasant either, and you find yourself digging the tip of your tongue into his slit to gather more of the interesting new flavour.
"ah!" nanami gasps loudly, the sound escaping from him without permission. his eyes fly open to fall squarely on you as you start suckling on his tip, finding himself being rendered completely speechless at the way you’re making him feel already — and you’ve only just started.
he’s in for a long night.
“yeahh, she’s good, isn’t she?” satoru croons proudly from beside him, reminding nanami of his presence yet again. but he can’t bring himself to be too mad at his colleague when he’s giving him access to his perfect girlfriend with such a sweet mouth.
“mhm,” the blonde man grunts out, his head rolling to the side slightly. he quickly shuts his eyes, not wanting to catch sight of satoru while he’s receiving such intense pleasure; the last thing he wants is to ruin his upcoming orgasm. “you’re a lu— ah, a lucky man.”
“oh, i know i am,” satoru hums smugly, his hand still resting on your hair giving you a gentle push in a silent encouragement to move your head forward. “come on, baby. i know you can take more of him than that.”
with the help of your boyfriend’s guiding hand, you find yourself sinking more of nanami’s thick cock into your mouth, inch by girthy inch until your nose bumps against the small patch of trimmed blonde hair at the bottom of his abdomen.
“oh, fuuuck…” nanami groans roughly, gripping the fabric of the couch so hard his knuckles are whitening as he tries to hold himself back from just fucking into your mouth like a feral animal.
“it’s okay if you want be rough, nanamin,” the white-haired sorcerer murmurs against the shell of his ear, as if directly reading his thoughts. “she doesn’t mind. she’s your stress relief, remember?”
like the gentleman he is, nanami makes sure to make eye contact with you to check for any signs of hesitance first. but when he doesn’t find any; he just can’t hold himself back from thrusting his hips up into the wet cavern of your mouth.
you try your absolute best to kneel there and take it, but you simply can’t help the way you choke around his sheer length when his tip hits the back of your throat with a lewd thwack!, causing both he and satoru to moan in response.
“yeahhh, you look so pretty choking on nanamin’s cock, babygirl.” satoru groans proudly, trailing his spare hand down to leisurely palm the bulge in his own pants as he observes the scene before him.
your boyfriend’s praise makes you audibly mewl around the blonde man’s cock, the vibrations around his shaft making nanami slap satoru’s hand out of your hair to grab it himself, keeping you in place as he continues rutting into your mouth with reckless abandon.
“just like that, just like that.” nanami chants over and over like a mantra, starting to completely forget about any and all stress he has as he loses himself to the overwhelming pleasure you’re giving him.
“you’re close, aren’t you?” satoru chimes in with a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips as he leans in unnecessarily close to nanami’s ear to whisper. “don’t worry about pulling out, she’ll swallow it all.”
his colleague’s lewd words practically send nanami hurtling over the edge, his grip on your hair tightening to a borderline painful degree as he spills rope after rope of hot, thick cum straight down your throat.
it takes a few deep gulps for you to swallow everything nanami gave you, but there’s just so much of it that a few stray drops spill from the edges of your lips and onto the carpet. shit — you’ll have to clean that up later.
“thaat’s it. such a good girl,” satoru purrs warmly, his eyes alight with affection as he reaches down to stroke your cheek with his thumb, enjoying the dazed expression across your pretty features. “i think you broke nanamin, though.”
looking up at nanami, you can instantly see the visual evidence of what your boyfriend means by you breaking nanami.
the blonde man looks completely debauched — chest rapidly rising and falling as he pants harshly in an attempt to come down from the intensity of his orgasm and eyes squeezed shut so tightly it would appear that he's in some sort of pain if you didn't know better.
"you alright there, kento?" you ask half-teasingly, tapping his thigh gently to try and gain his attention. (it doesn't work; he's clearly out of it.)
satoru is grinning like a madman beside him on the couch, clearly more than pleased with how well his girlfriend is doing unravelling his uptight co-worker so far. "aww, what a shame! he's chickening out before he can even get a feel of your tight little pussy."
you huff, lean up to swat at the white-haired sorcerer's arm in an attempt to get him to shut up, which only causes him to scoop you up in his arms again and place a big wet kiss on your lips in retaliation, seemingly uncaring of the lingering tase of nanami on them.
giggling, you attempt to wriggle out of his grip, which accidentally causes your ass to brush against nanami's still half-hard cock as a result; and that seems to snap him right out of his reverie.
nanami's entire body jolts to attention, a low groan leaving his lips as he glances down at where you're unintentionally pressed against him. and, god, if your mouth made him cum that hard that he forgot where he was for a few moments, just how much better must your pussy be?
"finally back with us, hmm?" satoru drawls playfully, reaching around you to punch his colleague's shoulder a little harder than necessary, causing the blonde man to scowl in response.
"quiet, gojo." he mutters under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the slip of your panties he can just about see from underneath the hem of your baggy shirt.
oh, what he'd give for just one little taste right now...
"don't even think about it," satoru cuts in, snapping him from his thoughts. oh dear, did he say that out loud? he really does need to get control of himself. "if you taste her you'll get addicted, and we can't have that."
nanami can't help but feel slightly disappointed at this — he's always been the type to return the favour, and not being able to do the same for you makes a subtle frown tug at his lips.
but he knows that he has no right to ask for anything more than what he's being offered, seeing as you're not his. (and it's not like he can complain if he gets to be inside that pretty pussy that's been on his mind since satoru showed him his lockscreen last week.)
"are you just gonna sit there, nanamin?" satoru chuckles in teasing disapproval, shaking his head and lifting up the hem of your (his) baggy shirt to reveal the considerable wet spot painting the crotch of your panties. "or are you gonna hurry up and take care of my girl? you knoow, it's bad manners to leave a lady waiting while she's this needy."
"ahem. my apologies, darling," nanami mutters hoarsely, using every ounce of self-control he has left to forcefully tear his eyes away from your underwear and meet your eyes. he gestures to his lap, giving you the strongest smile he can muster right now. "would you like to take a seat?"
"still so well-mannered." you giggle lightly, although you oblige without question, crawling away from satoru to perch yourself upon nanami's wide thighs. he instinctively reaches out to grasp your hips with two large hands, keeping you steady.
"so... can i—?" nanami mutters quietly to satoru, as if sharing a well-kept secret, and not as if he's asking for permission to touch another man's girlfriend's cunt. jesus, is he out of his comfort zone right now.
"can you touch her? yes, yes, of course," the white-haired sorcerer replies quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if eager to get this underway already so he can sit back and enjoy the show. "oh, and you have to make her cum on your fingers atleast once before you can fuck her. house rules."
nanami isn't complaining about this rule.
he owes you an orgasm anyway, but when he slides your soiled panties to the side and gets an eyeful of your pretty pussy, he feels as if it would be a crime not to put his fingers inside of you.
ever the gentleman, nanami looks up at you from behind his lopsided goggles one more time to check for any signs of hesitation, and when he still doesn't find any, he slowly dips two thick fingers between your folds, caressing your slick flesh.
you release a small sigh at the touch, your eyelids fluttering as a wave of pleasure washes over you. he's careful and gentle with his ministrations; since he obviously isn't familiar with what you like.
but you can tell he's the type to be a quick learner.
it isn't long before nanami has you squirming and whining on his lap, the two fingers he eased inside of your dripping entrance scissoring and exploring your sloppy hole, spreading you open bit by bit.
"mmm, you like that, pretty girl?" satoru asks raspily from behind you, lazily palming his clothed erection again as he observes your reactions to his colleague's touch. "is he making you feel good?"
"y-yeahhh." is all you can get out in your daze, your back arching forwards in an unconscious action when nanami's thumb finds your swollen clit, lightly pressing the rough pad of it down on the puffy bud.
satoru leans back in so his chin is almost resting on nanami's shoulder, his warm, laboured breaths caressing the lobe of the other man's ear. "her favourite thing is when you rub lil' circles on her clit." he whispers, voice low and teasing.
against his will, a shiver ripples down nanami's spine in response to satoru's words, and he finds himself following them like they were a command, his thumb sloppily circling your pretty clit and emitting a soft gasp from your parted lips.
"c-close, kento." you mutter breathlessly, your hips beginning to grind down onto his fingers in search of more friction. satoru is quick to assist, abandoning palming himself and wrapping his an arm around your waist to help you bounce on the other man's digits more smoothly.
"thank you, thank you!" you cry out to your boyfriend, turning your head to meet his lips in an uncoordinated, messy kiss inches from nanami's face. the blonde man finds his fingers unconsciously speeding up as he observes the interaction, fucking you on them hard and fast.
within moments, you're coming undone.
a soundless cry falls from your lips as your body falls limp between the two men, your cunt clenching and unclenching around nanami's fingers in search of something to milk.
"god. she looks even more beautiful when she cums... i-i need to feel her. can i feel her, satoru?" comes nanami's broken voice from somewhere nearby, your blissed out state making your vision swim and your hearing fuzzy.
"woow. called me by my first name and everything!" that's satoru, obviously. he sounds overwhelmingly smug. "if i knew my girlfriend would get you this pussydrunk, i'd have let you have a turn with her ages ago."
their bickering becomes background noise as you bathe in the afterglow of your orgasm, but you vaguely register your baggy shirt being removed and your body being repositioned so you're splayed across the couch on your back.
"darling? do you need a moment or can i..." it's nanami's voice again. you manage to blink one eye open to find him hunched over you, burly arms either side of your head and his blonde tresses sticking to his forehead with sweat. casting your vision down, you can see his cock, flushed and angry with precum dripping from the tip once again, hovering just above your entrance.
"please." you mewl, the word slurred from lingering pleasure as you weakly grind your hips up into his erection, causing him to release a groan from deep in his throat.
"go ahead. give my girl what she wants," satoru grunts from somewhere behind nanami, the slick sounds filling the air indicating that he's finally released his cock from the confines of his sweatpants and started jerking himself off. "and you better give it to her good."
"i will," nanami mutters as he slowly but surely, pushes his monster of a cock past that first tight ring of muscle that is your entrance. "f-fuck— i will."
"i think that's the — ah — first time i've ever head you curse, nanamin." the white-haired man remarks playfully, his hips bucking up into his closed fist as he watches his colleague prepare to fuck his girlfriend. damn, this is even hotter than he expected.
"don't get used to it." he grunts in response, his arms visibly shaking above you as he tries to hold himself back from just slamming all the way into you. but no, he's still a gentleman; even now. he'll start slowly, atleast.
it takes a few long moments for nanami to push all of his ridiculously thick inches into you, and when he finally bottoms out, his heavy balls flush against your ass, both of you moan. he's stretching you out so good, just as much (if not more so) than satoru does.
the blonde man, to his credit, does manage to give you a while to adjust to the new intrusion filling you up, but it isn't long before he snaps, the animalistic side of him coming out as he begins rutting his hips into you like it's his last day on earth.
"a-ah! fuck, kento!" you cry breathlessly, your legs quickly locking around his waist for some type of support as he continues to use you like his own person cocksleeve, the couch rocking back and forth with the suddenly ruthless movements.
"uh huhh," satoru croons as he works his own cock faster, his blindfold discarded somewhere nearby so he can get the clearest view of nanami pounding his girlfriend into the couch. "use her to get rid of all that pesky stress."
"sorry, sweetheart — shit, sorry," nanami pants above you, his body seemingly having a mind of its own as he continues to drive his cock in and out of you, barely giving you a moment to breathe in between the rough thrusts. "can't stop."
you'd tell him it was okay, that it feels good, but right now you can't form a single coherent thought. you're completely and utterly cockdrunk, and there isn't even a doubt about it.
"hey — mmm — she really likes it when you play with her tits while you're fuckin' her." satoru adds helpfully, causing nanami to growl out something akin to thanks in response.
suddenly, a large hand is palming one of your bouncing breasts, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh and making you clench tightly around the cock inside of you.
nanami curses yet again under his breath, his eyes visibly rolling back in his head behind the fogged up lenses of his goggles. "so tight, darling. practically squeezing around me like a v-vice."
at his words, a broken moan gets ripped from your throat, your ankles digging into the muscles of his lower back in an attempt to pull him in even deeper. all you seem to be able to say is "more, more, more."
"that— ngh, that means she's close," satoru gasps out, his cock twitching beneath his fist as he continues to jerk himself off like there's no tomorrow. "rub... rub her clit like y'did earlier again."
instantly complying to the other man's command, two of nanami's thick fingers find your puffy little bud again, rubbing uncoordinated circles as he continues to pound into you like an animal in heat. jesus, he can't even remember what he was stressed about anymore.
"o-oh, shit!" you almost scream, the stimulation on your sensitive bud and the repeated slams of nanami's pudgy cockhead against your g spot driving you half-insane with pleasure. you can feel an all-too-familiar coil start to spool in the depths of your stomach, threatening to unravel at any given moment.
"yeah, that's it, baby," satoru praises breathlessly, his own orgasm approaching as he continues grinding into his fist like a desperate virgin. "cum all over nanamin's cock for me."
the dual sensations of your boyfriend's words and the thrusting of nanami's sinful hips has you spiralling uncontrollably over the edge, your second high of the night somehow even more intense than the first. you barely even have time to register the liquid just spraying from your cunt and soaking nanami's heavy balls where they're slapping against your ass with a lewd thwack! each time.
"god, so perfect, can't last—" nanami rambles in a very pussydrunk manner, his movements suddenly growing considerably more uncoordinated and sloppy as he struggles to find the strength to hold himself up. "gojo, where can i...?"
"not inside," satoru responds firmly, his voice the most coherent it's been since he started jerking himself off. it's clear there's no room for argument on this one. "that's for me only."
nodding shakily, nanami manages to pull his throbbing cock out just in a nick of time, rope after rope of his goopy cum splattering across the supple skin of your stomach, the stream going on for so long it seems like it'll never stop.
somewhere behind the blonde man, a low, raspy groan is the tell-tale sign that satoru has just finished too, probably coating his own hand with his sticky release.
it's silent for a few blissful moments, all three of you just basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms. but of course, satoru gojo is a man who can never stay quite for long, so he says—
"hey, maybe we should do a threesome next time."
"next time?" nanami chokes out weakly, barely managing to lift his head up to glance over at this colleague with two raised eyebrows.
"yeah, next time," satoru shrugs nonchalantly, as if the proposal was nothing short of normal. "i know i said i'd only let you do this once, but... sharing is caring, right?"
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