suguru is a slut and loves when you record him eating… it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
the wet sounds in the room echo forward and back as his tongue flicks back and forth against your clit and two of his fingers curve inside of you, rubbing against the sweet spot that makes your thighs tremble and face scrunch.
one of your hands is holding suguru’s hair tightly into a ponytail, and the other is holding your phone, recording him while he’s in his mood.
he gets sluttier for the camera, purposely teasing you, making a mess with everything that comes out of you, and having it run down his chin, pushing his face into your core again and lapping the rest up.
suguru loves showing off; whenever he has your pussy on your face, he eats you like he has something to prove.
his eyes are stuck on the camera while he tastes you; it's like he gets possessed. something takes over him when he gets this taste of you while the camera is facing him.
“right there, baby, mm, fuck.”
suguru feels your grip loosening, strands of his hair falling into view, making him groan into your messy core, knowing you’re about to cum any second.
he knows that when the camera starts to tremble and you go quiet only making little whimpers while strand by strand of his hair comes down, he’ll feel warmness coming down on his face while you push yourself forward on his mouth to ride out the feeling.
he watches every video you record back to him, watching every twitch and tremble your body makes while he’s down there devouring you.
your thighs slowly closing in on him every time he licks over your clit, making you shiver; he likes to watch them gradually close and your stomach rise and fall rapidly as you try to control yourself.
or the little comments you make when you first start recording and the soft giggles when he gives you kitten kisses on the inside of your thighs.
“you’re so nasty, you know that?”
nudging him with your foot while he pushes your thighs back to get more access before he starts, making sure he’s at an angle with the camera.
“you recording?”
softly licking your inner thigh, making you twitch a little, and you nod.
“start bossy.”
adding another video to the growing collection.
an: im aware this is generic, im trying to get back in the groove of posting more and every other day, enjoy (╥﹏╥)
nanami is your gyno ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა disclaimer: this is purely fiction.
nanami has been your doctor for a couple of years now, and he’s great at his job.
there’s never a time where you walk into his room and you’re uncomfortable or left with a ton of questions; he’s always on top of everything.
the nurse just got done briefing you and left you to get dressed in the hospital gown. of course there are moments where your stomach turns a bit nervous for him to see you in a vulnerable position.
the gown is hanging baggy on you as you lie down, the nurse helping you into the stirrups.
“just relax, he’ll be here in a minute. try not to move, sweetheart.”
it’s not long before he’s inside and the nurse leaves. a blue mask is cupping his chin, and a soft smile is on his face as hand sanitizer squeezes into his hand.
his eyes sliding from your legs to in between your thighs and taking out some gloves from the box.
“how are you? it’s been a few months; i hope all is well.”
the sound of him putting on his gloves brings you a bit of anxiety, but all you do is nod and smile.
“i’m good, a little nervous.”
nanami nods and sits down in the rolling chair, sliding over towards you, having a direct view of your core.
the bright light in the room is shining right on it, making you even more nervous, and you’re not sure why when you’ve done this before.
he gets started, and during the whole examination, you’re dripping on his fingers and on the bed, your eyes glued to the ceiling, trying not to react to everything he does, but you can’t help it.
thump.. thump.. thump
“you okay?”
two of his gloved fingers inside of you, curving his fingers a little to make sure there’s nothing abnormal there.
when your toes tense, his eyes dart to them, watching the way your thighs and legs tremble.
“yes! is everything okay?”
he lets out a laugh under his breath and nods, pulling his fingers out, a string of your wetness following behind.
“everything is great; you’re healthy. the only thing i can really note is excessive wetness.”
blood rushes to your cheeks in embarrassment at those words, but you also get wetter, subconsciously trying to close your legs, and he softly holds your knees.
“it’s normal. i’m your doctor; you don’t have to be embarrassed about it… let me help you.”
you can feel him staring, but you don’t tear your eyes away from the ceiling.
the cold air in the room hitting your pussy. your hands on your stomach balling into fists.
nanami watches with a sharp eye as you nod, but you don't look at him, giving him permission to help with that eager mess.
he smiles, finding you endearing. sliding the chair closer, slipping two of his fingers slowly inside again.
pumping them in and out for a few seconds and sliding them out quickly to get a quick taste of you.
he wants nothing more than to taste you, but this will do for now. sliding both fingers back inside, curving them to hit your g-spot, making you shudder.
“dr. nan—mm!"
his mouth is salivating while he stares at his fingers, the sounds echoing in the room. he’s been addicted to the sound your pussy makes ever since you started coming to him.
it does something to him; he’s so focused in on you he doesn’t notice your walls clenching tightly around his fingers, using his other gloved hand to rub your clit with his thumb.
your jaw is clenched, trying not to make any noise, not wanting to give the two of you away, but the pressure in your lower stomach is expanding, and you can’t hold onto it anymore.
his fingers are sliding deeper, and right when you’re about to let it all out, the knot in your stomach slowly unravels until there’s a sharp knock on the door.
“your eleven thirty is here, sir!”
nanami lets out a disappointed sigh, sliding his fingers out and looking at his watch.
“i'm sorry about that; please come back whenever. i'll help you.”
that’s when you finally look at him, his eyes glossed over, staring back at you.
“okay…”
his eyes traced your thighs and the way your feet tended in the stirrups. his hands softly on your knees as he talks to you about what he’s about to, his voice already getting you wet.
“i can’t let you leave like this. you’re practically dripping… i can help, i’m your doctor.”
nanami will be on your desk tomorrow
fratjo recording and blackmailing you (..◜ᴗ◝..) request by: commenter
music is echoing through his apartment while you’re spread out on his bed, your hands trembling while you try to push him off of you, but he’s way too big.
satoru is repeatedly slapping your pussy and laughing, his eyes lighting up every time you whimper and flinch.
“stop, stop moving, be a good girl.”
laughing again as he steadies his phone and zooms in on your pussy and how wet your slit is, your hand trying to push the phone away, but he roughly pushes your hand away.
he steps in between your thighs all the way so that you can’t move your bottom half, still recording your pussy and you trembling when he does a very tiny touch on your soaking slit.
it’s a gamble when you come over to his place because he’s always so adamant on recording even when he tells you it’s just for him and he’s not going to show anyone, but you know guys like him, yet you keep coming over.
satoru doesn’t want you talking to anyone else or fucking someone else, so he tells you not to or the videos he took will be sent out.
“but why?”
confused and hurt on why he would do that, but satoru gives you a half-assed answer because he doesn’t even know for himself.
even after this threat, you’re laid back with him, while he laughs and teases you while he records all of it. panning the camera from your pussy to your face, laughing harder, and slapping your pussy when you cover your face with both hands.
“she's shy; don’t be shy. come on, show them that pretty face.”
popping his gum and tugging one hand away from your face, smiling wide at the tear streaks through the little bit of makeup you have on.
“here, hold my gum for me; open your mouth.”
you cover your eyes, still focused on the shaky camera, but you obey and open your mouth, and he spits his gum into your mouth, then moves down in between your thighs.
biting the soft flesh there making you clamp your thighs shut over his head. he drops his phone down, smacking one of your thighs and pushing them back open wide, gathering up spit in his mouth and spitting right on your core.
picking his phone up and laughing to himself before rubbing it all over your pussy and dipping two fingers inside of you, just the tips of them to tease you.
both of your hands are back over your face again, and your lower half is trembling.
he got everything he wanted to get, from your pretty pussy to your humiliated face, so he stops recording so he can do what he really wants.
“take off your bra.”
toji fucks you so good your ears start ringing (˶>⩊<˶)
it didn’t start right away. the first two times the both of you got intimate, it was soft and caring, like he was trying to prove something to you.
“did you cum?”
already getting out of the bed to grab a cigarette and put on his sweatpants, not a bead of sweat on either of your foreheads, and all you let out is a tiny "mhm."
that was the second time, and you already started to accept that maybe y'all just weren’t compatible until the magical third time that started a pattern.
“AH! ah, fuck, mmmf.”
pushing your face into the pillow, drool on different parts of the bed from all the places he put you.
his hand gripping the back of your neck, holding you in place while slamming his hips into your ass, his eyes stuck on the ripples your ass makes every time.
a deep groan in the middle of his chest, putting one foot on the bed for a steadier hold on you.
he pushes deeper inside of you if that’s even possible, and you spasm, your ears ringing; you don’t realize you came, but he does, and he keeps going.
your whole body is numb, but you can still feel your pussy, and toji can definitely feel the warmness coating the bedsheets right beneath where you and he connect.
that was the best sex you ever had; you were baffled by the complete change.
it started happening again and again; every time your ear would ring on the first orgasm and continue on.
when it first happened, you thought something unfortunate happened nearby, only to find out toji was fucking you so hard your ears just… gave up.
he mostly has you in doggy because that’s where he can go deep and touch the furthest parts of you while touching your soft ass.
so when he has you pinned down by the neck while you pant like a dehydrated dog and your body is limp, there’s nothing else your body can do but give in.
“keep it in the air now."
pushing himself deeper inside of you, rolling his hips, making you jolt and squirm, a faint whimper leaving your mouth while he smacks your ass repeatedly, making sure you don’t lose your position.
the ringing in your ear is non-stop; the sound is louder now that another wave is moving through your body.
toji knows because you told him, and he finds it amusing, smirking whenever he feels you tighten around his dick.
“can you hear me? huh? hey, I'm talking to you.”
laughing while he pats his ass, his cum all down his shaft and inside of you.
your heartbeat is right in your ears; you can’t hear anything but that and the ringing, finishing again.
satoru accidentally uses an aphrodisiac (˶˃⤙˂˶)
it's not unusual for you to leave things sitting around in the house and for satoru to pick them up.
this time you brought home a pretty pink and purple drink in the bottle and left it on the counter, forgetting about it.
an hour later, satoru comes home, picking it up and taking a look at the name and nothing further before opening it and drinking it. neither of you had any idea what was in the bottle, so when he started acting weird, you were confused.
it only takes an hour for the aphrodisiac to kick in all the way; his pupils dilated big, and his dick was standing so far at attention it was aching and throbbing to the point it was hurting.
he needs to be inside of you now.
it's like a chip is implemented in his brain where the only program direction is to fuck your brains out until you milk all the cum out of his dick until it's not possible for him to cum days after this.
satoru is already a horny dog, so the aphrodisiac running through his systems is doing numbers on him, beads of sweat forming and running down his face.
you’re on the couch completely unaware of what’s happening.
he walks over, standing and blocking your view of the tv with his dick right in your face, quickly unzipping his pants and sliding them down with his briefs.
cum is already leaking down his shaft. all he did was think about you, and he finished, but that isn’t stopping him because he wants the real thing.
he wants your warm tight walls clinging to his pathetic dick, milking him for all he’s worth.
a warm pink spread across his cheeks and thighs, his body warm with pleasure and anticipation, waiting for you to wrap your hand around his dick and give him what he wants.
drool forming in the corner of his mouth, and he's about to pounce on you until you dip your head and lick the tip of his dick, a small moan coming from you and a deep groan coming from him.
this feels like heaven to him, and that is a heavy understatement for what it is that he is feeling.
there’s a feeling all over his body right now; it feels like tiny kisses and little licks. his body is trembling, and he feels like at any moment he’s going to pass out.
he can barely stand; his head is so fucking tingly he can’t think, his tongue is numb, and he’s buzzing. his fingernails are digging into the palm of his hand, but he still can't focus.
“more… fuck, stop.”
grabbing the back of your head and pushing his hips so his dick is fucking the back of your throat, he doesn’t go more than 30 seconds without finishing all down your throat.
your hands find your thighs, quickly squeezing, and he groans, pulling out and grabbing your arm, turning you around, and snatching down your pajama pants.
a warm sensation is running down his nose; he doesn’t even care that he has a nosebleed because he slides himself in deep, another low groan coming out of him and a choked-out sob.
the aphrodisiac makes it out like you're squeezing him tighter than you actually are; it feels so good he cums right on impact, sobbing. his forehead dropping to your back, his hands on your hips tight.
“baby?”
trying to turn towards him, but his grip on you is tight, he starts thrusting again, more drool dripping out of his mouth. he keeps crying and cumming.
it's only been ten minutes, and when he pulls out, so much cum is coming out of you, and he stares at it, his dick bright red and still stiff. his eyes glow a little, and he groans and collapses on the floor, passing out.
he stood no chance with you and an aphrodisiac.