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Satoru Gojo

Gojo wasn’t one to deny himself of his need for you whenever you would allow it, which is exactly why you are bent over a desk after his 11am lecture.

Your short, pleated skirt is bunched up around your hips, your panties pushed down to your ankles, and he is gripping your shirt tight to pull you back onto his cock. Biting your bottom lip, you try your hardest to hold back moans that are begging to slip free, and he knows it too.

A smirk is plastered on his face as he fucks into you deep, cock stretching you open wide for him, slick leaking from your entrance only encouraging him to go faster. His balls slap against your clit with each thrust, sending shivers down your spine from the sharp contact on your sensitive bundle of nerves, and you can’t help but let a loud whimper out.

Gojo immediately bends over, his chest against your back, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips to keep fucking into you. The new angle has him hitting your sweet spot over and over again, and a few tears slip out from the corner of your eye from how hard you are trying to be a good girl and stay quiet.

“C’mon. You know you can’t be loud if you want me to keep fucking you baby,” he whispers, placing a kiss to your cheek, his lips rough against your smooth skin.

“I c-can’t be q-quiet Toru. Feels too g-good,” you counter, gasping every time his cock nudges against your cervix.

Without thinking twice, he brings his fingers up to your mouth, easily slipping in while your mouth hangs open ever so slightly. You waste no time in sucking them, coating them in your saliva, muffling your sweet sounds of pleasure while he rams into you from behind.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you,” he coos, placing another kiss to your cheek.

You nod your head eagerly, your pussy clenching around his length from his praise, your hips bucking back to meet each and every one of his thrusts. He groans out from your frantic movements, him being the one needing to quiet himself now, and you can feel his cock twitch deep inside of you.

“Gonna make me c-cum quick, f-fuck,” he groans, pumping himself in deep, hips stuttering just enough to know he’s so close to the edge.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up inch by inch repeatedly, letting no space go empty inside of you. He wraps his hand around your waist, finding your clit with ease, drawing tight, fast circles on your clit that match the speed of his hips.

You moan around his fingers, grinding your hips against the new sensation, and you feel your orgasm building quickly. Legs trembling, he holds you up, continuing to pound into you ruthlessly. The small desk scoots against the floor, creaking with the harsh movements, and the fact that if someone walked by and listened hard enough, they would know exactly what was going on which turned you on even more.

“Go ahead. Let me feel you cum on my dick babygirl,” he says breathlessly, the slightest hint of begging in the tone of his voice.

His encouragement sent you over the edge.

Cum gushes from your entrance, slicking his cock, making a mess out of both of you. He fucks you through your orgasm, fingers rubbing your clit slower and slower, hips slamming against you only drawing out the feeling of pleasure coursing through your body.

“S-shit, I’m g-gonna-”

Gojo buries himself to the hilt with one last hard thrust, fingers moving from your clit to your hip to steady himself. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out when there’s no room for anymore, dripping onto the tile floor below.

He pumps himself slower now, pushing his cum deeper, letting the last of his release leak out from the sensitive slit on his tip before pulling out with a wet gushing sound. Spreading your ass, he watches his cum drip out of you, blood rushing back to his cock just enough to make it twitch before he’s bending over to slide your panties back up.

Slapping your ass, he pulls down your skirt, running his hand down the length of your back while fixing your bunched up shirt before tucking his cock back into his boxers. You stand up, gripping on to the desk for dear life, legs shaking uncontrollably from the prior activities. Fixing your shirt, you turn to face Gojo, just to find him already admiring his fucked out girlfriend.

“Want to go home and shower? Round two, but we can be as loud as we want,” he says, smirking down at you while smoothing down the tangles in your hair.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” you answer, already moving to pick up your things.

Bending down, he places a soft kiss to your lips, threading his fingers through your own, and opens the classroom door for you on your way out.

Suguru Geto

Geto didn’t know if anyone was at the frat house right now, and honestly, he didn’t really care. As soon as the two of you walked through the front door, he put you on the first fuckable surface he could.

Your knees dig into the couch on either side of his thighs, his cock buried deep inside you, his hand holding your panties to the side just enough. Bouncing up and down on him, slick leaks from your pussy, coating his length and letting you glide over him with little effort.

Arms wrapped around his neck, hips grinding down on him, soft moans leaving your lips and Geto couldn’t feel better.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” he groans out, the vibrations rumbling through his chest, the words raw and rough around the edges.

His fingers dig into the plush skin of your ass, lifting slightly with each bounce, but letting you use him for the most part. Head falling back against the couch cushion, grunts and sounds of pleasure fall from him which you swallow up when you press your lips to his.

His cock slides through your slick walls, filling up every last empty space until he bottoms out against your cervix, your back arching against him. Your nipples peak under your thin tank top, rubbing against the rough fabric, the sensation pooling with the heat in your lower belly.

“G-Getooo,” you whine, dropping down rough and grinding yourself against him, his skin rubbing your clit just right.

“Make yourself feel g-good, baby. I know you can d-do it,” he stutters, his cock sliding in and out slowly while you grind down on him, groaning loudly without worry.

“F-feels so good,” you say breathlessly, beginning to bounce on his cock again, the sound of skin slapping echoing around the living room.

A second passes by, and then both of you hear a door slam shut upstairs.

Geto glances at you, a knowing look settling on his face.

“Guess we got to be quieter then,” he coos, pulling your body closer to his, whispering low in your ear.

His hands slide back to your ass, gripping the skin rough as he lifts you along the length of his cock before dropping you back down again. You bite your bottom lip, trying your best to muffle the sounds begging to rip free from your throat, but it is hard to do when his cock is stuffing you full to the brim.

He can hear you whining, even as you stuff your face into the crook of his neck, and he taps your ass ever so slightly.

“Be quiet baby. C’mon now.”

You nod your head frantically, the sound of his sweet, rough voice raking through your body. He drills into you harder when you comply, but that only leaves you wanting to moan even more. You want him to hear how good he makes you feel, but you would have to settle for something else for right now.

Your teeth dig into the rough skin of his neck, sinking in until the faintest metallic taste floods your mouth, and you can’t help but whimper when he groans from the pleasurable pain of you.

“Gonna make me fill you up with my cum from doing that. Is that what you want, baby?

You nod your head frantically, grinding yourself against him in sloppy movements, chasing the high that is creeping up on you faster each time he bottoms out. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your sensitive walls, you clench around him and it has him groaning too loud.

“F-fuck,” he grunts, spilling long, thick ropes of warm cum into your pussy.

Pumping it deeper inside of you until it is leaking out around his length, his groans rumble through his chest, vibrating through your body and landing right in your lower belly. The feeling of his cock twitching against your sweet spot pushes you over the edge.

You whimper loud, biting harder onto his neck, his fingers gripping onto the plush skin of your ass as if it was life or death. When your legs tremble, and your body grows weak he lifts you up and drops you down, fucking you through your orgasm.

“That’s it baby. Let me feel you cum on my dick.”

Cum gushes from your entrance, dripping down his thighs onto the couch below, your pussy squeezing tight around him until he is a whining mess from the overstimulation.

Your body melts into his, his arms wrapping around your back, hugging you closer to him as you slump your weight against him. Heavy breathing fills the air, lingering whines and whimpers falling from each other’s mouths as sensitive body parts remain stimulated. Geto places a soft kiss to your hair, his heart pounding out of his chest, his skin hot against yours in the most comforting way.

It was quickly ruined though.

“Nice one Geto. Real classy,” Gojo says, walking around the separation wall of the kitchen, mimicking the position and moaning to poke fun at the two of you.

You bury your face in Geto’s neck, your face heating up from embarrassment while Geto does his best to shield you from unwanted eyes. Geto shoots him the middle finger and mouths for him to leave so he can take you upstairs without anyone else seeing you.

“That’s real pornstar material. You guys should look into that,” Gojo adds, knowing it would just rile up Geto even more.

Geto throws a pillow, hitting the back of Gojo’s head before he runs up the stairs and his door clicks shut.

“No more sex on the couch. Got it.”

You laugh softly, nodding your head along in agreement. Geto stand from the couch, your arms and legs wrapped around his body and takes you to his bathroom to clean up the mess he left between your legs.

Kento Nanami

Nanami was never one for breaking the rules, but right now, all that goody two-shoes shit went out the window.

You are bent over the sink in the teachers’ lounge bathroom, Nanami’s cock stuffed deep inside your pussy, his hand wrapped tight around your mouth to avoid the chance of any moans slipping through. Biting the rough skin of his palm, you muffle your whines to the best of your ability, and when one slips through, you're punished with a very hard thrust.

“Be quiet sweet girl,” Nanami whispers, grinding his teeth together, anxiously worried about getting caught but more pussy drunk than anything.

You begged him to fuck you after class ended, you told him you couldn’t wait until you got back to your dorm, that you needed him now and he wasn’t one to deny you of that.

You nod your head frantically, biting harder onto his skin, your teeth digging in until a metallic taste fills your mouth. He hisses, his hand jerking against your face, but the pain turns to pleasure the quicker he fucks into your sensitive pussy.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up completely, leaving no space empty until the only thing you know is him. His other hand wraps around your waist, rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles that match the pace of his hips. Looking up at you in the mirror, he has to force himself not to cum from the sight of you.

“Look at you. So fucked out on my dick. Can barely take it.”

Tears stain your cheeks, your mouth covered by his hand where spit and drool seeps through the cracks of his fingers, your eyes half-lidded and crossed as his cock hits your cervix repeatedly.

“Think you can be a good girl if I take my hand away,” he asks, tilting his head to the side in a curious manner.

Looking up at him in the mirror, eyebrows furrowing the deeper he sinks into you, muscles pulling tight with each motion of his thrusts has you nodding your head yes. He moves his hand from your mouth to your neck, his fingers wrapping around the delicate skin, gripping tight enough to block your airway in the most pleasurable way possible.

A whimper falls from your lips, Nanami’s hips stop immediately and your eyes snap up towards his. He shakes his head while tsking before resuming his thrusts slower now, angling your hips until he finds that sweet spot deep inside of you.

Your fingers grip the edge of the sink as he repeatedly hits that same gooey spot, the feeling of pleasure running through you faster than you can take it, your legs trembling to the point where he has to steady you himself.

“So wet and tight. Such a dirty slut for letting me fuck you here,” he groans softly, fingers working faster on your clit, hand gripping tighter around your neck.

You push your ass back on him, meeting every ruthless thrust with one of your own, and it drives him insane.

Throwing his head back his eyes shut tight, letting the feeling of your pussy wrapped tightly around him consume everything he knows. Your walls flutter around his length, your orgasm building quick in your lower belly, the sensations of him almost too much to handle.

A knock sounds at the door.

Nanami doesn’t stop thrusting. He gazes at the horrified look on your face and simply grins.

“Occupied,” he yells out, his voice failing to quiver, the hard slapping of his balls against your folds louder than the word itself.

His hand falls from your neck, pushing up your button-down shirt, and grips your breast tight. The callouses on his fingers rub the sensitive peak perfectly, stimulating you in a way that makes you feel blissful.

One hand tending to your clit, the other on your breasts, and he's digging deep inside of you. That and the mix of his breathy groans was enough to push you over the edge.

“Oh, K-Ken...”

Your legs beg to give out from under you as cum gushes from your entrance. Tiny whimpers fall from your lips but neither you nor Nanami care at this point. He fucks into you harder, drawing out the feeling of ecstasy, wanting your pleasure to last as long as it can before he allows himself the same release.

When your walls feel too sensitive around his cock, you push against his stomach, begging him to let up on your poor fucked out pussy. He only takes this as a sign to fill you up to the brim.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking out when there is no more room left for the copious amounts of seed spilling from him. His hips stutter, his pace faltering from the sheer amount of pleasure running through him.

Your pussy sucks him up, milking him dry until his cock is left twitching against your sweet spot with nothing left to give.

Cock still buried deep, he hangs his head low, running one hand down the length of your spine while he grabs some wipes from the back of the toilet. Pulling out slowly, a soft whimper escapes from his lips from how tight your pussy grips his sensitive tip.

Cleaning you up, watching your body twitch as his cum leaks out and the cold wet wipe touches your warm folds, he fixes your clothes carefully before spinning you around to place a wet kiss to your lips.

“I hope you know that when we get back, you’re getting fucked into the mattress for not staying quiet.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Kenny baby,” you say, still half-dazed from your orgasm.

Nanami opens the bathroom door for you, and the professor who has been standing there waiting to use the restroom gives the two of you the most appalled, disgusting look someone could ever give.

“Apologies,” Nanami says, nodding his head and looking down at you with a filthy smirk.

Wasn’t one for breaking the rules. Yeah right.

Hiromi Higuruma

Visiting Higuruma for lunch was your first mistake, the second was ending up with your back pressed against his office bookshelf, hands tied behind your back with his tie, and two fingers in your mouth to muffle the filthy moans wanting to spill from you.

His cock bullies your insides, sliding in rough and fast, leaving no space inside of you empty. Your walls flutter around him, sucking him in when he pulls out to the tip, and clenching down tight when he hits your cervix.

“What a dirty slut. Showing up to my job and begging me to fuck you when everyone is around,” he whispers in your ear, his voice low and rough, soft grunts rumbling out from his chest.

One hand cup your ass, his fingers digging into your plush skin as he picks you up and drops you back down on his cock. The bookshelf rattles behind you, books falling left and right, soft thuds filling the air but neither of you care at this point.

You suck on his fingers, trying your hardest not to moan out of pleasure, knowing you would be punished for it if anyone were to find out what was happening behind his locked door and shut blinds. Hands straining against the tie, your fingers grip the edge of the shelf, trying to steady yourself, trying to find purchase on anything you could to run from his relentless cock.

“Fuck. So goddamn tight around me. All these years fucking you and you still get this wet for my dick.”

His words land deep in your lower belly, sounding like music to your ears as they rasp out in a low whimper. You clench tight around him, whining softly around his thick digits, licking the rough skin of his fingers to soothe the need to be any louder than you already are.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your wet walls, pushing against your cervix over and over again, brushing past your sweet spot. His lower abdomen drags against your clit, stimulating your bundle of nerves just enough to push you closer and closer to your orgasm, your nipples dragging against the jacket of his suit only adding to the pleasure.

Your hips squirm against him, silently begging for more, begging for him to make you feel good like you wanted in the first place. He laughs softly, placing kisses on your neck, trailing up your skin and lingering on your pulse point. He relishes the way your heart races for him, the way sweat beads along your skin for him, the way your body heats up when he fucks you like this.

“Such a needy girl for me, aren’t you,” he coos, placing rough kisses to the soft skin of your ear, biting down hard on your lobe before licking it over to relieve the pain.

His hips snap against your harder, faster, anything you want, anything you need to be cumming on his dick sooner rather than later.

“Think you can be quiet if I take my fingers out,” he asks, tilting his head to the side, watching you nod your head quickly.

He takes his two fingers, wet with your saliva, and brings them down to your swollen clit. Rubbing tight, fast circles onto your bundle of nerves, your back arches against the bookshelf, chasing the feeling of your high that was approaching faster now. Your toes curl, biting your lip hard to muffle any sounds of pleasure wanting to be let go while your nails dig into the skin of your palms.

“Cum on my dick, baby. C’mon, I know you can do it.”

He thrusts up into you hard, his cock twitching against your sweet spot, and your orgasm rushes through you.

Cum gushes from your pussy, leaking down the length of his cock, staining his expensive suit as it splashes out. Wet slaps echo in the room, louder than it should have been, but he can’t stop now. Your pussy clamps down on him, sucking him into your raw walls, pulsing around him as he draws out your high.

“S-shit baby,” he groans, too loud, having to bite his own lip now as his own climax approaches quickly.

Long, thick ropes or warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking out when nothing else will fit inside of you. His cock twitches insistently, spurts of his release slowing down, his finger on your clit along with it while his hips stutter, his pace faltering.

Low groans rumble from his chest, heavy breathing filling the air, hearts pounding out of both your chests as you come down from your highs. The hand on your clit grips your ass, holding you steady as his legs begin to tremble, leaning you hard against the shelf behind you.

Resting his forehead against yours, his breath mingling in the small space between you, your body melts into his. Reaching to your wrists, he quickly undoes his tie, and sets you down on the ground, waiting for a moment to make sure you are steady enough to stand.

“Go home baby. Wear that outfit I like and be ready by the time I get home.”

Toji Fushiguro

Toji’s car is parked right outside of the bar, and after you have one too many drinks, he decides its time to leave. What happens instead is you act bratty and end up on your hands and knees in the back seat with his cock sliding into your leaking pussy.

“Always gotta say some shit. That mouth of yours never fails to get you in trouble, isn’t that right babygirl,” Toji growls, slapping your ass hard, the skin burning from the sharp pain but it quickly turns into pleasure when his cock rubs against your sweet spot.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper, your hand pushing against his lower abdomen, trying to get him to let up on your poor, bruised pussy.

“Don’t run from it now. Too late for sorry’s.”

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your wet walls quickly, filling up every last empty space inside of you until the only thing you could register is him. The alcohol burns in your stomach, your need to cum stronger than ever, too many sensations flood through you. Your nipples drag against the leather seats, your clit swollen and aching, pussy swallowing his cock like it is the last thing you know how to do.

One hand grips your hip, pulling you ass back onto him with each punishing thrust, low grunts rumbling out from his chest and vibrating through your own body. The other hand pushes your head down against the seats, giving him that perfect arch, angling your body just enough to hit your sweet spot over and over again.

“That’s it. Knew you could take it,” he coos, his thumb rubbing in comforting circles against the fat of your hip, the soft touch a contrast to his relentless thrusts.

Drool drips from your chin, soaking the seat below, mixing with the tears that stain your cheeks. Your eyes roll back, obscene moans mixing with his name falling from your lips, and your hand reaches down to your clit to provide some relief.

“Make yourself feel good slut. Maybe you‘ll finally give me a break from that disgusting attitude,” Toji says, barely above a whisper as he begins to feel consumed by your walls clenching down tight on his length.

The fingers working your clit glide down further, grazing the underside of his cock as he slides in and out of your pussy, the light touch leaving him a groaning mess. You grab his balls, massaging them ever so slightly, then squeezing them tight, your nails digging in to the thin skin.

“F-fuck. Gonna make me cum too quick,” he grunts, trying to hold himself back from cumming, the rough touch of your soft fingers driving him insane.

He pounds into you harder, smacking your ass again and again, watching your skin bloom with heat and a print of his hand. You gasp every time, lurching forward just for him to shove you back on his cock again causing you to move your hand back against the seats to steady yourself.

“So wet and tight. All for me to fuck some sense into you.”

His balls slap against your sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure running through your body, making you even more needier than you already were.

The car shakes violently. It wouldn’t be hard to tell what is going on by the soft creak of the metal and the pornographic moans slipping through the cracked window. Toji couldn’t care less. The only thing he did care about was watching his bratty girl cum all on his cock.

“That’s it. Such a slut for me. Cum on my dick. Show me how much you love me baby,” he coos, wrapping one hand around your waist, two fingers gathering slick before rubbing tight, quick circles onto your clit.

His voice is rough and low, his fingers calloused and thick, his cock splitting you open and digging into the deepest parts of you, and it pushes you over the edge you have been on for far too long.

“Jii,” you whine, the sound of your voice honey sweet, the complete opposite of the way your pussy was sucking him in unbelievably tight.

Cum gushes from your pussy, dripping down the length of his cock, creating a mess on the seat below. You whimper loud, unashamed from the way he’s making you feel, drunk and all. Clenching down hard, your walls flutter around him, earning a low groan from Toji, his fingers letting up on your clit ever so slightly but still rubbing just long enough to draw out your high for him to cum too.

“Y-yes. Fuck yes b-baby.”

Burying himself to the hilt, long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking out when there is no room left for anymore. It pools onto the seats below, dripping down your skin and mixing with your own slick and cum. Wet slaps fill the small space, his hips stuttering, his pace faltering as he empties the last spurts of his seed deep inside of you.

He grunts rough, bending over you, his chest to your back where sweat beads against your skin. Body enveloping yours, he presses soft kisses to your spine while he catches his breath, the hand that was on your head now smoothing down the tangled hair.

Your heart pounds out of your chest, breath coming in short gasps, your body trembling underneath him from the lingering remnants of your orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me every single time, but so bratty,” he says, voice low and rough, placing a kiss between each word.

He sits down on one of the seats, pulling you against him, your chest to his. You bury your face in his neck, kissing the skin ever so slightly, your soft lips brushing over his ear.

“Let’s go home and get you cleaned up and in bed. That sound good?”

“Only if you fuck me again when we get there,” you say, smirking slightly against his skin.

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna would have you anywhere and everywhere you let him, which is why your bikini bottoms were pulled to the side in the hot tub with his dick stuffed inside you during the middle of a frat party.

In the distance, the sound of cheering floods the air during a game of cup pong, voices just barely heard over the blasting music from speakers inside the house. People mingle around, chilling in the pool, lounging on chairs while smoking blunts or taking shots.

Everyone is either too drunk to notice, or they just simply don’t care. You are pretty drunk yourself, bouncing up and down on his cock, trying your best to be secretive but your need outweighed the shame you might have felt otherwise.

“That’s it babygirl. Make yourself feel good on my dick, yeah?”

His rough voice sends shivers down your spine, his eyes blazing hot down the length of your body, taking in every last inch of skin visible to him.

Your nipples peaking out slightly from your top, your pussy swallowing his cock whole just underneath the water, your ass slapping against his thighs from the harshness of your movements.

Knees digging into the hot tub seat on either side of his thighs, your hands are planted on his chest, keeping you steady despite your frantic movements. The skin of his lower abdomen brushes against your clit, putting just enough pressure on your bundle of nerves to keep you right on the edge of your orgasm.

“Ryoo,” you whine, begging him for something more, letting your body show him that you needed him.

You came onto him in the hot tub, unable to keep your hands to yourself, his frat brothers scrambling out the second Sukuna gave them that look. He could tell you were needy, the alcohol always did find its way to the heat in your lower belly, not that he ever did complain.

Your begging only encouraged him to let you do what you needed to.

“You can do it. Make yourself feel good like the needy slut you are,” he coos, spreading his arms on the edge of the hot tub, leaning back to give you more space to work with.

He tries to act nonchalant but his cock twitches inside you insistently, every press to your cervix has his tip leaking precum, every moan spilling from you when he brushes against your sweet spot has him biting back an obscene groan.

Nothing makes him feel better than the sight of you using his cock to feel good.

His hips thrust up into you ever so slightly on each bounce, the simple move only spurring you on even more, heat pooling in your lower belly the closer your orgasm approaches.

“N-need more, Ryo,” you whimper, nails digging into the rough skin of his chest, hips sinking down on him just to grind your clit harder against him.

Pleasure runs through your body, moans slipping from your lips in hushed tones, head hanging low as you watch your pussy swallow his cock whole. Everything was pushing you closer and closer to the edge you have been chasing.

Your walls flutter around him, earning you a low groan that rumbles throughout his chest, and his control snaps just like that.

His hands find your hips underneath the water, fingers digging into the plush skin, cock buried against your cervix. Pounding into you, he lifts you with ease, and slams you back down, groaning loud enough for anyone in close proximity to hear.

“Always so tight and wet around me,” he growls, fucking you harder, not even trying to hide the fact that you two were clearly having sex.

Your hands move to his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks on his skin, burying your face in his neck to at least try to salvage some of your dignity. His hands move to your ass, gripping the fat while holding you up to pound into you from below. Low grunts leave him the tighter your walls squeeze him, and he’s eager to feel your pleasure wash over you.

“Cum on my dick. I know you can do it pretty girl,” he says, voice barely above a whisper as he gets lost in the feeling of you.

His words sound like music to your ears, The rasp of his deep voice settling in your lower belly, the encouragement in his words has you shattering underneath him.

Cum gushes from your entrance, your walls tightening around his length, moans ripping from your throat as the feeling of ecstasy runs through your veins. Your legs give out, leaving him to do all of the work, but he couldn’t care less.

“F-fuck. Good girl,” he grunts, his grip on your ass growing more punishing the closer he reaches his own climax.

Driving himself to the hilt, long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking out when there is no more room left. His cock twitches inside you, pumping out every last bit of his release until your walls milk him dry.

You slump against him, your body tired while you try to catch your breath and steady your heartbeat. Sukuna places a rough kiss to your hair, running his hands down the length of your back, his cock still buried deep inside you.

“Round two in the shower, then I’ll fuck you into the mattress right after,” Sukuna says, smirking up at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The two of you step out of the hot tub, him holding your hand to guide you through the crowd of people, walking past other frat brothers on the way inside the house.

“Really great look for the frat, Sukuna,” Nanami says, shooting a sarcastic thumbs up to the two of you.

“Fucking your girl in the hot tub during a party. Could’ve made money off that. What a shame,” Gojo mumbles, tilting his head to the side in amusement.

“Leave them alone. They act like horny teenagers. There is no helping them,” Geto adds, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Sukuna growls, offering everyone the meanest scowl he could for a guy only worried about taking his girlfriend upstairs to fuck her over and over again.

Choso Kamo

Choso is all soft whimpers and slow strokes in bed. You on the other hand, you are loud, and not afraid to show him how good he makes you feel. He loves hearing your sweet voice and your encouraging words, but he never wants anyone else hearing them either.

Laying underneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck while your nails rake down his back, you moan and whine as his hips roll into yours over and over again. His cock fills your pussy, pushing against your cervix, hips angled up with a pillow so he can brush his cock against your sweet spot with every thrust.

His hands caress your body, one on your hip keeping you steady, the other holding your head from behind, fingers tangling into your hair. The sheets ride low on his hips, not even bothering to push them off before he slid his cock inside you moments before, his hair falling down to frame your face that is screwed into one of pleasure.

“O-oh, Cho, p-please-”

“Shh, baby. C’mon, you know everyone else is here right now,” Choso whispers, burying his face in your neck and kissing the soft skin.

He hates having to tell you to be quiet, it pains him to see you bite your bottom lip to muffle your sounds from his request. He kisses you softly, almost as an apology, but he doesn’t want any of the other frat guys to hear the sweet, honey sounds of your moans.

Those are only for him.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your sensitive walls, pushing in until he hits your cervix, pulling out until your pussy grips his tip in your best attempt to keep him inside. Each time earns you a deep groan, one that rumbles throughout his chest and vibrates against your body, followed by a soft whimper and kiss as he sinks back in.

“You feel so good wrapped around me, baby. Doing so good for me. So tight and warm... all mine, isn’t that right,” he says, whimpering softly when you clench around him from his words of praise.

You nod your head quickly, biting your bottom lip harder, knowing that if you even try to say anything the moan you’ve been holding back would slip free. Pulling him closer to you, you bury your face in his neck instead, leaving dark red marks along his skin while raking your nails down his back and letting your heels dig into the dips of his waist.

“Does this feel go-”

He is cut off by a loud knock on the door.

“Yo, Choso. Let me get an 8th before the party.”

Choso’s cock sinks into your pussy hard and fast, unintentionally, and you can’t keep quiet. Your back arches from the bed, toes curling as a moan rips free from your throat, the tip of his cock twitching insistently against your sweet spot.

“Not right now, bro. I’m fucking busy,” he spits out, irritated that anyone has the audacity to come and bother him, let alone hear you writhing in pleasure beneath him.

“C-Cho, please don’t s-stop,” you beg, squirming your hips underneath him, “I’m so close.”

His attention turns back to you, peppering kisses to your lips, another silent apology for his attention being taken away from you during a time like this to begin with. Hips rolling into you again, your body begs for the relief he could give you, moans softly pouring from your mouth as his rough skin catches against your swollen clit.

“Let me feel you. I need it,” he begs, whimpering softly as your walls gradually squeeze him tighter and tighter the closer your orgasm approaches.

His rough, needy voice sounds like music to your ears, and when he sinks in once more, you’re falling over the edge.

Your body goes rigid, legs locking around his waist, nails digging into his skin while pleasure courses through your body. Cum gushes from your entrance, dripping down his cock and making a mess on his sheets below. Moans fall from you, unable to keep quiet, so he slams his lips against yours and swallows the sweet sounds of you.

“F-fuck baby. That’s i-it,” he groans, hips stuttering, pace faltering as he continues to grind against you.

Walls fluttering around his length, he wasn’t far behind. With a few more thrusts he thrusts himself to the hilt, whimpering and whining against your lips as long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in his release. It leaks out when there’s no more room, and drips down your skin before pooling with your own cum.

Pulling away from the kiss he rests his forehead against yours, his heart pounding out of his chest, warm breath mingling with yours in the little distance between you. Your body feels light and numb, lingering feelings of ecstasy running through you until the warmth of his skin takes over.

“So good for me every time,” he praises, kissing the corner of your mouth, running his hands through your hair to smooth down the tangles he left.

Choso rolls off you, laying on his back and catching his breath before grabbing his phone. Shooting off a quick text, he sits up, pulling on a black dri-fit shirt and some grey sweatpants laying on the ground.

A knock sounds at the door, and he pulls a small baggy out of his nightstand.

You wrap the sheets around your body, propping yourself up on one hand as you watch him open the door. A random frat brother is standing there; cheeks flushing with embarrassment when he sees you sitting there on Choso’s bed.

“Here’s your 8th. Don’t fucking bother me again.”

The irritation in his voice from begin interrupted while fucking you has your pussy wet all over again.

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