It's Like... Filthy Here

Everything was happening much too fast.

The man whom you’ve been diligently serving for the past few years was requesting your consent to touch you intimately so suddenly that you felt as though you were dreaming.

It’s not like you haven’t imagined it before—hell, look at him! Everyone in the Fire Nation has indulged in a fantasy or two, it’d be strange if they didn’t. Especially if they were in your shoes, being so close to him at nearly every waking hour and getting to know him on levels beyond regolness.

So when his lordship humbly requested that you sit yourself on his throne and let him give you a nice feel of what your purpose is to him, it was only natural that you succumbed to the years of not-so-hidden need that has been weighing itself on your shoulders.

Heart pounding in your chest, none of your imaginations of the past could ever quite compare to the real thing of watching the fire lord lower himself down to his knees, bring his hands to your legs, and steadily part them open whilst constantly whispering gentle confessions in hopes of insuring you're entirely comfortable with this.

Truth be told, he'd always had a bit of a crush on you—having taken quite the liking to you from the day he'd chose you to be his royal advisor.

It was an odd sensation for you to find yourself seated where Zuko typically commands the nation, especially with the way he'd loomed before you with a hint of delectable saliva building up at the corners of his mouth. You barely caught on to the way he'd asked you to undress yourself before him—to bare your body for his greedy eyes to take in—before his hands were virtually everywhere.

There was a sense of heat felt from his faintly shaking palms, as if this were the most nerve-wracking act he'd ever participated in. You were steady in your undressing, considering you needed some sort of moment to prepare yourself for what was to come.

By the time you found yourself naked—regal, advisory robes splayed out against his throne as your body sat all prettily perched upon it—Zuko was all but drooling. You'd seen his lordship make many expressions over the years but this—this was unlike anything you'd ever seen before.

And it was all for you.

In the next instance, Zuko was gripping onto your knees, letting his fingers touch with a certain firmness as he spread your legs apart. Your limbs felt mushy under his skin and you already felt your lungs struggling to maintain a steady flow of oxygen. You had an arm coming up to hide your flushing face before he'd even gotten anywhere with you and he couldn't help but crack a cheeky smile at the display.

Who knew his dutiful advisor—who'd just threatened to leave him mere moments ago, mind you—could make such cute expressions from the slightest of touches?

"Relax," Zuko cooed gently, leaning forward to lightly kiss at your inner thigh, "I'm only trying to help you understand your purpose."

Breath hitching, "My lord, I really don't think-"

His tongue rolls out along the inside of your leg and you flinch as if you'd never been touched before. This was the Fire Lord, after all. Having him like this-, watching him do something so obscene...

"You don't need to think," He hushes out to you, the curve in his lips felt right against your tensed skin, "Not now, anyway. Just feel. Can you do that for me?" It took you a few seconds but, eventually, you nodded your head. To which he cracks a smile, "Atta' girl."

Then his head traveled further up and you held eye contact with him whilst his mouth slipped over to cup the soaking lips of your cunt. Those same fiery amber-shaded eyes of his roll back almost instantaneously, a rumbling groan pouring out from deep within the pit of his stomach in reaction to the taste of you on his tongue.

And you expected him to let this go? As if.

You clasped your lip tightly in between your teeth, your hands moving out to grip onto the arms of the throne as you braced yourself, hips jerking forwards ever so slightly to meet the feel of Zuko's hot tongue. A sloppy trail of saliva is left in the wake of every flick from his oral muscle, the hum he lets out against you enough to have your legs squirming around under his touch.

There's a smooth sound of schliiiick that rings out though the throne room, the noise surely loud enough for someone beyond its large walls to hear. Not that you or him seem to care, though.

Whines 'n moans are easily pulled from somewhere in your throat as his mouth maneuvers suavely to capture the entirety of your saccharine taste onto the center of his tongue.

Your back soon slumps against the throne, leaving you to stare in awe at the starving lord of a man who's cravings could only be satisfied through the taste of your sloppy cunt. There's a feeling of paranoia haunting you from somewhere within your gut that at any moment now a person could knock on the throne room doors or simply burst right in with an urgent matter but, ask Zuko if he cares!

Spoiler alert: he doesn't.

The tips of his tongue dive and dip all around the very ends 'n ins of your pussy, lapping out the most provocative of gushes form deep within you. You're a blissed-out mess of moans before he even thinks to pull himself up for a moment to breathe. And by then, your hands have buried themself into his long lushes locks of hair, tugging and pulling at his head as your teeth tatter against themself in an honest attempt at maintaining even the slightest fracture of your composure.

Then Zuko's body shifts forward and suddenly his tongue his snaking its looong self past your folds, wetly spreading you open on it. Your back arches almost immediately and you think your eyes cross just as your fingers scrape over his scalp.

Zuko's head tilts ever so slightly to lick at your insides at a circularly different angle, tongue plucking itself in and out of your gushy entrance simply to have your arousal leaking all down the expanse of his jawline.

When the man tugs himself away to gasp, he's only diving back in half a second later to kiss over your clit and then smear the tip of his tongue around it—showcasing to you that his skills go beyond mere fire bending and that his tongue has learned how to bend the feel of a new element to you.

Something raw jumps out of your throat and you pant out his name whilst he shakes his head into you and then proceeds to respond to your calls by spelling his name out around your clit.

Then come his fingers—and fuck if they aren't farrr thicker than you were prepared for, initially prodding at your drooling hole, and then carefully pushing into you after a mere tease to that clingy ring of resistance he's met with.

Your lower lip pushes out and you moan just past it, earning his attention for the first time in a while as his eyes come up to find your lewdly-set expression.

"Ah," Using a free hand to wipe some of the slick from his mouth, Zuko moves up towards you and keeps his fingers working your insides, "Don't pout. You can take this much," He encourages, a second digit carefully slipping into you. "See? Two of my fingers, buried so deep inside you like that..." His words earn a particularly filthy squelch. "Shit, you should feel honored by this, sweetheart."

You manage a huff at that, nails chafing into the arm of the throne again, "Y-You and that damn-, ngh, honor..."

He snickers, his thumb poking forward to plumply round your clit, "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't feel honored to have me this devoted to you."

"Zuko," You moan instead of answering correctly.

Letting it slide due to his soft spot for you, he merely sighs. "Please understand that this is your purpose to me, not abandoning me to go whisper in the ears of Earth Kingdom fools." Zuko explains to you, voice coming out in warm waves against the crown of your ear, "Understood?"

You nod, "Y-Yes, Zuko."

His head cocks to the side, fingers jolting up against your slicked walls to curl, "You address me so formally any other time but now..." He pulls away a few inches to cast his eyes over your expression, fully appreciating how gorgeously you fall apart on just two of his fingers.

He can only begin to imagine how satisfying it would be to see you do the same on his cock. Fuck, you probably wouldn't even be able to handle that, would you?

No, but you'd damn sure try if he let you...

Meeting his gaze, "Yes, my lord." You correct in a short whisper.

For the first time ever, Zuko realizes the title doesn't sound so bad coming from you.

At least, not in this context since his cock promptly hardens through his robes in reaction to that sweet, sweet tone of yours.

He would've spelt his name out into your cunt and split you open on his fingers a long time ago if he knew this would be the result!

A smirk splays out across his wet mouth and he leans in, his breath mingling with your own, "Cum for me, my advisor. Show me where your loyalties lie."

That quickly sends you right over the edge, your cunt clenching and twitching all around his fingers as one of your hands move out to clutch onto his royal clothing.

Breathlessly puffing, "F-Fuuck.."

Zuko watches you closely the entire time, loving the way your thighs quiver, and how good your pussy feels releasing onto his hand.

Only leaning away as you're done to murmur, "See? Now, tell me again about leaving?"

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His heavenly restriction didn’t just increase his strength - it increased his stamina, too. And you were bearing the brunt of it.

And like he’s proving his point, the doughy mountain of his palm presses gently- almost playfully. 

Making you gush out cobwebs of syrupy white sap, your entrance letting go of everything he’d stuffed into you from all those hours prior. He mockingly pouts, “Look at that. She’s all empty.”

“Is that why you’ve been s-so…” You’re lost for words, because now not only was he smashing into your cunt at a rude pace- he also had his hand clawing down your front. Feeling his thick, veiny cock bulging inwards. “-insatiable?”

“Heh, maybe,” he grins. And it’s one that looks so devilish, looking up at you through shaggy, sweat-covered bangs. “And the other part of it is that m’fucking addicted to this sweet pussy. And m’not sorry about it.”

And he was fucking you like it, too. 

Like he was scraping his puffy veins into spots you didn’t even know you had- banging his wet, blushin’ cockhead against your cervix n’ still reaching for more. Toji could bottom-out on your pussy and still want more, more, more-

“I-I don’t even know if I can- oh.” You’re completely breathless, head throwing back as your hips start gyrating back into his thrusts.

It’s a small, slurping rhythm that makes his raven brows raise in interest. Looking down at the way your bouncing figure-eights make a line of cum start streaming between your legs. “Would you look at that, four rounds n’ she still wants- hah, more. She’s a greeeeedy lady, I know she’d love a fifth round, wouldn’t she, doll?”

One of his calloused thumbs runs down your slivery slit, gathering up the dampness and popping it into his mouth. You whine as his scarred lips raise into a sleazy grin.

“What? Don’t think so?” He’s letting off raspy groans, abs flexing after each jackhammer. Poking into your sweetest spots.

You don’t know whether you’re nodding, you don’t know whether you’re shaking your head- maybe begging. But, instantly, both of his large hands latch onto the small of your waist. A firm grip on you. Unyielding. 

And Toji’s just so strong that he doesn’t even have to try to raise your poor, twitching body up, up, up on the glazed inches of his cock—and then slam you back down again. Manhandling you. Roughening you up. 

Both of his big, beefy arms swell with veins n’ strength, and you’re ogling just how unintentionally sexy he looks as he’s sliding his throbbing girth into you repeatedly - green eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, nose crinkled. 

The burrowing head of his cock finds itself pushin’ sensually against your g-spot, like a button. And Toji spits, seething, breathy, “Yeahhhh–just like that, mama. I told you- I told you she could t-take it.” You’re so far gone that you don’t even revel in the fact that the squeezing of your slicked, gummy walls made the Toji Fushiguro stutter.

And every driving bash makes cum splosh ‘round you like a whirlpool, his incessant cock pushing those knots even deeper. “Gonna make her- gonna- fuck, you’re not leaving this bed until you make me a daddy.”

Something about those words itch such a carnal part of your brain - especially when you’re being fucked exceptionally stupid like this.

It twinges, and you can feel the bubble building up from your drippin’ wet pussy. “Toji- oh, don’t talk like that, I think m’gonna c-cum.” But the only problem was that you didn’t even know if you could cum. Orgasm after orgasm.

“Don’t know if you can?” Shit- you’d clearly spoken that last part out loud, too cockdrunk right about now. And your husband certainly disagreed. Toji scoffs, “Don’t know if you can? Don’t- hah, underestimate your husband.” 

And one of his filthy thumbs was glued back between your swollen folds, smearing them apart so that his pursed lips can spit. A targeted wad of saliva that still connects to his sneering lips for a few seconds.

It makes you shiver- as you’re opening your mouth to shrill, he’s then shutting you up with yet another pearly streamline of spit. This time straight into your maw. “There- a lil’ motivation.”

That pummeling pace of his only grows wilder, shoving into your g-spot and down the spongy layer of your womb. He was damn near rubbin’ himself raw on your velvety walls. 

You can barely even control the lines of tears that streak down your cheeks, explosions of pleasure each time he was delving between your pussylips like a madman. “Oh my god-” Your back arches cutely into his touch, your skin stinging where it was coming into contact with his scruffy happy trail. “I think I’m- fuck, I might-”

“Cum f’me, doll?” Toji interrupts your cracking whines, slightly looking up at you through his lashes. “Please?”

And it was that- overstimulated, oversensitive, and having Toji pleading for your sappy pussy to orgasm all over his cock that you finally do. Your eyes immediately shuttering, a cry ripping from your throat at the intensity.

Spearheading your tight walls with his girthy circumference- it was just too adorable how your cunt kept clinging onto him. Pulsing after each graze of his veins, those lightning-shaped lines that opened up your hidden crevices.

He’s flicking his thumb over your clit to elongate the peaks of your high, roll after roll of his hips accompanying it. You don’t think you’ve ever cum harder in your life—“Oh, Toji that felt s-so–” And then your breath catches, and so do your gyratin’ hips.

Because you’re feeling the split, pre-trickling end of his shaft suddenly flinch. Suddenly jolt. And it feels as though Toji’s slathering all your insides with his gluey cum- except you don’t feel any of it gushing out. 

And your jaw drops, hastening to blink your vision back into your murky peripherals. “Toji, baby, did you just-”

“Cum dry, yeah yeah—” He’s gruffing out, though there’s a note in his baritone voice that sounds like it’s shaking. “Consider it me being- ngh, nice to this overfilled lil’ pussy here.” Emphasizing his point with a glissading motion upwards, letting his thick cum from before dribble down into a puddle. “M’being such a good husband, aren’t I?”

Hiccuping, still facing the zaps of electricity from your high running down your spine. “Y-yes-” You yelp then- faced with the sudden thwack! of his globular tip hitting your cervix, almost harder than before.

“And I’d make an even better dad to our kids.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 8 rounds

“Do you need to hold onto me, darling?” Nanami whispers huskily against the tender shell of your ear, and before you can even answer, he’s tightening his hold.

Tightening his…headlock.

Strong, beefy arms dangling your limp body off of the bed as if you were weightless, his chiselled abs pressing into your back. Nanami was bent over you until you were struggling against the pure pressure of him, the pure pressure of his pummeling cock. 

He dips his hips into you from behind, round cocktip swabbing your squishy insides. “I’ve- hah, got you, my love. Your Kento’s got you.”

“O-oh, fuck, Kento.” You’re babbling out near-incoherently, having his slick, vein-covered shaft rudely piercing in and out of you. He was just so big that each thrust had you spilling out sploshes of drool in a puddle underneath, gnawing stupidly at the pillows. 

And his stamina—oh, his stamina was both the best and the worst thing. 

Because your sweet, loving husband could go on for hoooours. Probin’ you with his constantly rock-hard cock, aching and ravenous to plunge inside you over n’ over. And he didn’t even realize this inhuman effect he had on you-

Lovingly, tenderly murmuring to you, “I’ve always got you, y’know?” All the while his vicious hips were slamming into you so hard that you can feel the line of his golden happy trail start to rub your skin raw. “My beautiful wife.”

“N-ngh, please-” You mewl out through your tears, your maw gaping open with a sheen of slick saliva that dribbles all down his forearm. A decoration he gladly accepts. “I don’t even know if I can, ngh, cum anymore-”

Nanami hums thoughtfully from behind you, brows knitting into an expression of concern. “Then we can stop, darling-”

“But I don’t want to-”

The words depart from your dumbstruck lips before you can even register them - you can’t help it. The probin’ sensation of Nanami’s cock just made you overly honest, each time his thick, pulsing veins massaged your sweetest spots. 

Just following your cockdrunk words, your husband hears the loudest, most lecherous sluuuurp! that makes him look down in slight surprise.

Coming to find that you’d clenched ‘round his bulky base even tighter, with your swollen folds just drenched in a layer of shiny slick. You were swallowing up each solid thrust so well, and he couldn’t help but gulp as he’s thumbing apart your pussylips. 

Huffing out a groan, a gasp, burrowed cockhead twitching. 

He finally utters, after a few more repeated slams, “Then- then if I may…” And before you know it, you’re sinking down into the cushy mattress because Nanami has set you free of his primal headlock.

For one second. Two. Right before he’s gripping onto your two wrists and and hoisting you back up, at an even deeper angle that lets the curved end of his shaft maze right into your cervix. Direct hit after hit. 

Nanami’s pounding straight into you in midair, like he’s furious- like he’s taking it out on your teary cunt. And you can only blabber out in whines, your voice breaking at the back of your throat. “Shit- shit, Kento, it feels so—ngh.”

“Don’t need to do anything, my love.” Hitched, he grunts, using every ounce of that manhandling strength to plunge into your dribbling orifice. “Don’t need to stay up- don’t need to fuck back- fuck, just let me do it alllll. Let me make you feel good.”

And he was.

It was always around this eighth round that something in the stern, sensible Nanami Kento snapped. Something in him was primal- and he was letting his cursed energy seep into you like no other. 

Each whacking jackhammer striking your g-spot so precisely that you’re starting to believe it might be his ratio technique. Zaps of electricity simmering under his palms, you yelp, “You’re- hah! you’re doing that- thing- again-”

So gone that he doesn’t even realize. Not until you’re moaning and bucking underneath him like so–

It’s then that he chuckles darkly, refining that stream of cursed energy to accurately bash in your favorite hidden geysers. “And doesn’t it feel so gooood, my love?” He doesn’t think he could control his jujutsu technique right now even if he tried. Plump, puckered kisses being pressed into your sweetest spots inside.

You squirm your hips, unable to take the sheer pleasure of him probin’ your fragile areas; to which he’s instantly responding by letting go of your wrists. 

You’re whining in disappointment, just about to swivel your head around to look at him- when Nanami’s forcing your head back down with the heel of his foot. Attaching onto the crown of your scalp, he’s weighing your wriggly hips down with his own. 

Pushing you down.

Bending you in ways you don’t think you’ve ever even heard of before - it might just be the roughest out of all those rounds. Because his velveteen length lodges meanly up against your soft cervix, bruising a cute lil’ circle of his fat tip. 

This changed angle was just perfect for him to spearhead his red, raw shaft between your folds. And it didn’t matter how overstimulated he was, he shoves his cock into you ruthlessly.

“Eight.” You hear - almost distantly, almost faintly - from behind you. Nanami’s guttural breaths coming out in heaves each time he’s pushin’ his way inside. A thin line of his sweat trickles from one temple and hits the back of your arched spine. “Eight rounds.”

Blinking tearily, the pressure on top of your woozy head only seems to grow- and so does the one down there. Especially when one of his thickly padded fingertips comes to tease your throbbing clit. Hard. Nanami breathes—oh-so-serious, oh-so-ruined

♡ GETO SUGURU - 5 ½ rounds

The sloppy squelches echoing from the in-betweens of your legs were just so sinful—they’re bouncing off the walls and ringing in your ears.

Making your squirm as Geto plunges his long tongue between your pussylips like an animal. He’s lavishing the swollen forefront of your cunt, licking up each knot of cum that dribbles out. Glide after sensual glide. 

You’re seeing sparks behind your eyes- and he’s only getting up after making sure that you’re licked allllll clean. Glissading the honed tip of his tongue in a few circles ‘round your clit just for good measure, Geto stands and wipes the mess off his lips. “So…”

You can barely even react- barely even register his fluid motions as one of his pale, strong forearms reach out and grip your throat in a chokehold. Finishing off, “-ya still want another round, gorgeous?”

“P-please-” You’re babbling out, and if this was any other time then you’d have felt embarrassed about the hitched, whiny way your words kept coming out. Hips thrusting off of the creaky mattress-

“P-p-please what?” He’s rolling his eyes, seeing your animalistic jerks and immediately pinning one palm down your front to keep you still. To tease you. “Speak up, girl.”

But the problem was that you couldn’t - not when you could feel Geto’s plump, puckered tip resting between your pussylips. Slide-slide-sliiiding back and forth playfully, you could count each of his throbbing veins in your head.

And when you’re not reacting fast enough for him, he plucks both your jittery legs and throws them over one of his broad deltoids. Pinning them close to his tensed core with strong arms, Geto’s starting to sink his way inside—“Or s’this you tapping out, hah?”

The stretch- oh, the stretch is so incredible that you can feel it all the way down in your toes. Curling. 

Rimming your first ring of muscle to the maximum, with his curvaceous globe pinpointing its way inside. It felt as if you were being molded to his sheerly massive girth- “No- ngh, not tapping out.” Completely talking from your needy cunt. And he knew that.

“Good.”

Geto doesn’t hesitate- he doesn’t even stutter before immediately reeling his powerful hips back and delving the entirety of his thick, aching cock. Bulging your poor insides like never before, you’re whining at the sudden intrusion.

“F-fuck!” Mouth watering, your tastebuds sizzle with the sensation as if he’s poking into your very lungs. Spearheading. 

And he doesn’t wait for you to even accustom yourself to the size of him before moving—rapid, hard half-thrusts. Not even pulling all the way out because his savagely needy cock couldn’t handle it, positively craving that carnal part of you.

“Yeah- yeah yeah yeah–” He’s whispering underneath his breath, slightly broken with how many times he’s done this throughout the night, yearning for more. The drivelling end of his shaft hits your cervix with a thorough bash! and you can feel your legs grow weaker, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

And Geto can too- fuck, he’s tugging upon both of your trembling legs and wrapping them ‘round his motioning hips. Making you feel the pull and flex of his obliques, “Don’t you think you’re going anywhere- fuck, don’t you dare run.”

“I’m- I’m not—”

Only pulling you in further with his incredible strength, until your sopping wet cunt hits the front of his soaked happy trail with a pap! of skin-on-skin. “Then where are, ngh, we going, huh?”

You could barely even grind your bouncy hips up n’ down without him chasing after. Desperate. Shivering as he then removes one hand to slide a thumb down your sloppy slit, listening to the watery noises you let off. “So jumpy- I needa fuck that out of you, gorgeous-” Suddenly, a dopey smile breaks across his face. “Though, I guess I a-already am, huh?”

“Ngh- fuck, it feels t-too good—” He was rendering you practically immobile, unable to think about anything but the bliss that takes over you after each scrape of his ruby-red slit down your g-spot.

Perfectly angled- Geto was just so good at teasing you with his hips. His cadence is not too soft against your sweetest spots so it leaves you satiated, but not too hard so that it leaves you wanting more. Just toying. Probing. 

You’re attempting to pathetically fuck your hips back to him in pursuit of more friction, but he snaps a hand to your neck and holds on firmly. Each of his five fingers digging into your throat. 

Geto raises a sassy brow, “I said where are- hah, we going?” He’s pushing against the entrance to your womb and you’ve never felt so gone. So sensitive. It just makes you so much wetter, gushing out of you like a sheen—“oh?” Cracking a sleazy grin, “Aren’t you embarrassed? Being s-sooo fuckin’ wet? Bet the entire association can hear, the way you’re like a damn, mmm, waterpark f’me.”

Harder and harder- he can’t stop.

One hand squeezing your airway, the other clawing down your stomach. 

Pressing dooooown just as he’s sliding his incredibly thick, veiny cock inside- it’s enough to make you flatly anchor your feet onto the bed and push off. And attempt to escape - only to be dragged right back by the hand on your throat, like some whiny lil’ ragdoll. “Fuck- nghhh, fuck- it’s almost too much-” But you wanted more. How could you not?

“And the way you’re clinging t’me? Cheh-” Geto continues, as if he never even realized. As if he’s so far gone that he doesn’t even register when he’s pulling you back, “-she’s in love.” 

Flabbergasted, you’re looking up at him with a gaped mouth- only to find that Geto’s is parted, as well. His heady eyes half-lidded, mouth swollen, eyes teary, blushing. You’ve never seen him like this.

And you could’ve sworn that the dark pupils in his peripherals had taken on the shape of hearts by now. Staring right at you with a loving gaze, it only takes a few more vicious pumps before your eardrums suddenly fill with a loud snap!

Heads whirling to the source of the noise to find that the bed was tilted unevenly on one side - it was broken. He broke the bed.

And by the way your boyfriend was looking at you- you were next. Scooping you into his powerful arms in one motion, you’re being laid flat in the same position on the fucking floor. Right next to your bed, Geto’s heavy weight pressing you into the frigid ground. 

His hand once again finds its position at your throat, and - instead of moving himself - he uses the leverage to pull you down onto his cock in a sloppy drag. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, gorgeous girl.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 6 rounds

“F-fuck—” Choso whispers in a hoarse pant, his baritone dipping even lower. “Fuck, ngh, it feels so good…”

“Aww, baby—” Your voice is nearly drowned out by the damp squelches being reeled out of your cunt, over and over as he just slides his blushin’ pink tip between your pussylips. 

The fatness of his crown lodges a little against your entrance and Choso whines at the way you clench around nothing. Missing out. Surging his blood manipulation technique even harder to, well, get harder. “Won’t be long, baby–” Practically giddy at the wetness pouring from your swollen core. “Promise it- ngh, won’t be long.”

“Cho, baby, you don’t have to force yourself- we can do other- hck!” Your breath hitches when he gives your slick-glittered pussy a firm spank. Just to make you shut up - don’t even think about it.

He’s insisting oh-so-sincerely, “But I can- and I want to…” It’s just been hoooours of running his poor, overworked cock raw on your velveteen walls. And the sole problem with your pussy was that it was so easy to get addicted. He was addicted. “Promise I can- promise I will.”

One of his ringed fingers scrapes down your front, drawing an invisible line- he pokes right where he’d now memorized your sultry womb was. Pressing in. A target. 

Sensually, you feel him mark a little ‘X’ on that spot, like a treasure map. “Promise I’ll be r-riiiiight here- hngh!”

And then he’s sinking in with ease - so overstimulated that the first red, swollen inch being pumped inside your cunt is enough to make him tear up. 

Big, bulbous tears that run down his handsome face. Dripping from the point of his chin and onto your skin underneath, he just looks so pretty like this. Long lashes shimmering, puffy lips wobbling, his brows scrunching together as he’s holding you down and pushing his girth all the way back into you. 

“Yes…” he whispers, more to himself than you. “Yes yes yes- just like that- l-luckily number s-six, ngh.” He’s been saying this for hooours now, and you’re starting to wonder whether the one begging for mercy should be him and not you.

The round orifice at the end of his shaft mazes its way inside like a searchlight, perfectly fitting against where your g-spot was- and the worst part of it all? Choso was pierced- with a studded Prince Albert’s piercing on his mushroomy tip that dabs your nooks n’ crannies. And makes you clench.

You throw your jittering arms around him and squeeze him with your clingy walls so tight that a ragged groan leaves the back of Choso’s throat. To muffle it, he’s burying his face into the crook of your neck- and you can feel him pant, feel him wrench out a broken whisper of your name.

Right before Choso Kamo bottoms out and cums.

Just from the primal feeling of being back inside you - he’s squirting out thin, wiry ribbons of cum that stick to the base end of your pussy like glue. Smearing around until the puckered folds of your cunt start to spray out with all that ivory sap. That’s when Choso’s snarling down, spitting.

Thumbing away the excess before he’s plugging your entrance back up, fucking each n’ every drop back inside. “It- fuck, look what you’ve done- made me cum like this. Just from putting it inside.” So overstimulated that he was barely even leaking out half the volume he did in the first round, and yet it’s never hit so hard.

His orgasm making him ride out peak after peak on your sopping wet pussy until Choso’s jolting at the feeling of him cumming dry. Red, bulging cocktip jolting but nothing was coming out anymore, just enough to slosh ‘round the mess he’s made inside. 

But that didn’t mean he was going to stop. Not even close. 

His bursts of jujutsu technique are growing even wilder- and Choso hasn’t even finished pounding out the last of his high before his buzzing energy starts to envelope the both of your glissading bodies. Coating it. Making his hot length bulge harder-

With a grumbling grunt, he’s then starting to rut into you like a madman. “It sh-should be illegal for a pussy to feel this- ngh, good, y’know?”

Until the bed was singing out in creaks and so were you, until your eyes were rolled all the way to the back of your skull. With his free hand clamoring over to the top of your scalp, Choso pushes you down following each recoil of his honed thrusts. Lower lip jutting out, “It’s u-unfair. I’m just addicted. My cock is just addicted.”

“I can- ngh! Tell-” You attempt to give him a teasing smile, but the only thing your mouth can do is open into a cockdrunken ‘oh!’

He’s using the moment to his advantage, simply spitting a glittery wad between your lips. Then gently lifting off one hand to push your mouth clothed - he was serious. So serious, in fact, that you could feel the cursed energy simmering through his body.

Making his long, hard length even harder. Puffing up his zig-zagged veins until the pattern was all you could feel on your walls, memorize. Swelling his flared, mushroom tip up even more- you swear you could feel him probin’ all the way into your lungs.And he was just making you take it. All with a wobbly smile, he’s so pussydrunk by now that he can’t stop himself from confessing. “Oh, baby, you have no idea. I can’t…I can’t stop.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 9 rounds

The King of Curses doesn’t think he’s seen anything hotter- anything cuter. 

With your eyes criss-crossing each time his dual crowns plunge furiously into your pussy, your hands grappling for purchase anywhere. Everywhere. Ultimately resting on the generous surface of his pectorals, you’re squeezing them for dear life and he can’t help but snicker.

Perking his hips further upwards to probe your clenchin’ innards, “Keh, what’s this?” You’re the one riding him, but he’s the one driving you positively wild. 

With his matching, vein-covered cocks sliding up against your tight walls and each other. You’re so far gone that you barely even realize that Sukuna’s noticed your little hold, a clawed hand coming over your own. “No milk’s gonna come out of there, brat.” He’s rolling his eyes as you drool stupidly all over his pecs. 

“N-none at all?” You’re starin’ up at him with wide, disappointed eyes. And your hips bounce down even harder to hit his muscular pelvis with a spank! as if you were trying to disprove what he just said. 

“Someone’s still eager after nine rounds.”

And he’s taking a few sultry nanoseconds to simply admire it before manhandling your body underneath his. Flipping the two of you over. Throwing your wobbly legs over his shoulders.

He’s got you bent in half underneath him in a proper mating press before spearing the fat girths of his lengths deep inside you. “Unless…” Sukuna puffs out, through a sleazy snarl. And out of his four hands, two of them rest upon your sensitive tits. Squeezing. Groping. “We could try n’ get you pregnant, lil’ human. See how you like it, huh?”

Something hitches at the back of your throat at his suggestion - and Sukuna was certainly fucking you like he meant it.

Letting the sharp, black-tinted edges of his nails scrape your skin gently each time he was teasin’ your tits. Roll after roll of his calloused thumbs to peak your nipples, making you whimper, “Yeah? How about it? After nine rounds you’re- ngh, bound ta be pregnant. Don’tcha think, brat?”

“B-but—” Clawing your own hands up his pectorals- this position just gave you the perfect view to grab a greedy hold. You were just so gone by now, by this nth round, that you didn’t even know what you were babbling out. What you were hoping for.

And Sukuna’s realizing, too, letting his spit-slicked lips open with a chuckle. Your smaller, human hands sliding up n’ down his chiselled body – thoroughly ripped, Herculean. 

He’s so much bigger than you, folding you even further in this lewd mating press to kiss his forehead against yours. Grumbling, “What’d I say, brat? Are you that- fuck! that pussydrunk already?”

“N-no…”

“Mhmmm, I don’t believe ya.” And he had damn good reason not to - especially when you were whinin’ and shaking oh-so-vulgarly underneath him like this. With a few more vicious paps! of his bulky base sticking against your folds, he’s cooing, “Why don’tcha tell me your name then? Hmm? If you can, we’ll go, heh, another nine more rounds.”

You don’t think you’ll make it to one more round.

But you’re nonsensically babbling away anyway, because the textured feeling of his shafts delving in and out of you just felt so good. Thoroughly overstimulated, you mewl- “I-ngh, fuck, Kuna…”

“Nuh uh, brat- that’s me.” Sassily rolling his four crimson eyes, “Try again.”

“I’m- fuck!”

“Ah ah, wrong again.” Oh, he was enjoying this. So, so much. Any time he’d ask you a question and expect you to answer, he’s pummeling you with a few more repeated jackhammers that evaporate any words left in your lungs. On your tongue. 

Now lolling out stupidly with your wads of spittle as he’s rubbin’ your g-spot raw. Sukuna’s both girthy and incredibly prolonged, so his strawberry-red crown drags against your most favorite hidden crevices without even trying. 

You’re spitting out a slew of profanity at the sudden bliss, right along with a sheen of sticky saliva that he’s covering with one of his overlarge hands. 

Rumbling underneath his breath as it keeps drippin’ after each long swiiiipe down the velvety end of your cervix. “I asked for yer name, silly girl- not, tch-” Snickering at the wet mess you were making from both pairs of lips. “-this.”

“C-can’t help it—” You’re throwing your hips off of the springy mattress, angling yourself further onto his pressurized cadence. 

“Oh, so ya can speak? Maybe I should give ya another nine rounds, then- how about it, brat?”

With mocking interest, Sukuna hums. And the slit of the cursed mouth across his stomach grins wide open, slithering out the end of his lengthy tongue almost like a snake. It’s so monstrous- perfect to slather over your hardened nipples, sucking. Rolling. Teasing. 

You’re whining your head off at a fever-pitch, your velvety channel clamping ‘round him maddeningly. Enough so that his fat, bludgeoning cocks knock against each other and the entrance to your womb, too.

So primal. So carnal. And if you were any more dumbstruck on his lengths then you might not have noticed- the way that Sukuna stutters. His hips dipping ever-so-slightly too low, like he didn’t want to even pull out.

And that makes you gasp your maw open with a shrill, “M-maybe you won’t last- ngh- nine-” 

“Y-yes I will- fuck!”

“Mhm—”

Ah, always so mouthy, his favorite lil’ human. It makes him so much fucking harder, though he won’t admit it- he doesn’t have to. You’re feeling it. The way his flared mushroom tips swell up even further, making your eyes damn near pop out of your skull at the sensual sensation.

You’re fluttering them tearily, blinking back your vision from the sudden barrage of stars that cloud it. And that’s when you see it- when you can feel it throbbing achingly inside of you.

Ryomen Sukuna had his true form.

And yet, not many got to see his true true form—with the usual four arms, dual cocks, devilish eyes, and his cursed mouth. But with the addition of two large red horns. Bigger. Somehow even sexier. 

Your jaw drops and you can only gasp- “Oh.”

He’s narrowing his glowing blood-red eyes with a grin, and barely has to use even a fraction of his strength to manhandle you down further. “Let me show you how the king fucks nine fuckin’ rounds then, human.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - 3 rounds

Ino didn’t know what’d gotten into him. He didn’t even know what had made him this way- one second simply dryly grinding his aching erection between your pussylips.

And the next, he had you flat on your back- your legs thrown over his lean shoulders, the backs of your thighs against his abs. Feeling each ripple n’ flex as he’s shovelling his red, heated length into you. Over and over.

He’d said it’d bate after one round, and then after two—and here you were at three, with your overstimulated boyfriend showing positively zero signs of stopping. No matter how sensitive his thrashing cock was, no matter how ruined.

“I can’t seem to stop-” He’s spitting, between his puffy lips. A slight tear lines his blushing cheek, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so wrecked. “I can’t- fuck, I don’t think I can ever stop fucking this pretty pussy—”

You’re whining as his thumb drifts between your teary slope. Up n’ down to let the honeyed mess smear everywhere, “Please, ngh- oh.”

“It’s your fault.” Ino snaps, though it’s half-hearted. His head lolls behind, unsteadily as if he was trying to hold himself back from it. “This pussy’s fault- yours. Fuck! Why do you have to feel s-so damn good.”

By this point, you didn’t know which one of you two was more utterly drunk: you or him.

You’re clawing your hands upwards towards the mahogany headboard, and he’s stopping you in your sinful tracks. Instead, pinning both your wrists down with one of his hands. He whines, “Where’d you think you’re g-going, pretty?”

“M’not going- ngh, anywhere.” Crying out, and your back arches against the silken bedsheets. Creating the perfect view of your tits for him to lean down n’ smother himself into. 

Pink, pretty lips latching over your left nipple as he sucks, “Mmm, don’t lie to me- you’re not g-going anywhere tonight. Nowhere.” He was feral at the thought - absolutely shattered on those tiny, wild ruts you were giving that made his crowned cock edge even deeper. Inch by inch. 

And you don’t think you could escape even if you tried. Because your boyfriend was simply moving at a vulgar pace, with the most rapidfire strokes from the plumpness of his mushroom tip, all the way down to his base. 

It didn’t help that his solid length was so looooong, dragging out big stretches on your poor entrance.  He’s knocking up against the end of your treacly pussy where you’re sure a bruise had started to formulate- and grins, “See- see? She doesn’t want me to- ngh, go anywhere.”

Huffing, “Don’t think I want you to go anywhere either- fuck!”

But you can’t even finish your sentence before you’re cut off with a sudden mewl- at the feeling of his ravenous cock starting to enlarge. Pumping itself bigger. Thicker. The line of his slivery slit scrapes near your womb and you think you’re seeing damn stars behind your lids. 

So much so that you start to wonder whether you can even take it.

And almost as if he could sense your cockdrunken thoughts, he’s surging his toned hips forwards. Till the scruff of his happy trail rubs up against your clit, and you’re left drooling from both corners of your mouth.

He swipes it away with the fatness of his thumb, then immediately slips it between your ajar lips with a wet plop! Almost as if he was shutting you up. Fucking you stupid.

Swabbin’ the velvety insides of your mouth, muffling your moans so that he can better hear the saturated squelches emanating between your legs. “Don’t hck! just say things like that…fuck.” Beautiful brown eyes slightly bulging, voice breathy. “It’s gonna make me cum.”

You puff out in tears, “B-but I want it…”

“Mhmmm—but if I cum, then s’gonna end.” Oh, you’re realizing that he’s holding himself back. That he was dangerously close; with the hard twitches of his bulging tip, with the way his leaking precum seemed only gets more wadded. But if he reached his orgasm, then it was going to be over - and by the looks of it, he never wanted it to be over.

Letting the sloppy drags of his length scrape against every inch inside you, Ino’s following the pathway to your g-spot. 

And kisses it with immense accuracy, a soft peck. Once, twice, thrice. Ino feels you clench around him at the zaps of pleasure and groans, “And you’re not leaving here until- hah- until this bed breaks, sweetness. Until I make you cum at least th-three more times.” The round tip of his index draws a line down your middle, resting where he could feel he was bashin’ into your sponged cervix. “Until I’ve filled you up a-allllll the way here. S’that alright with you?”

You nod and nod and nod.

Clamping your gluey walls down- you squeeze on his sensitive shaft and he drips down tears. It just feels too good.

As a gift, almost, he’s wadding up your snug insides with a few webs of silky precum. Drivelling into your deepest spots, such incredible volumes that it’s then leaking out in a sheen between your thighs. Sticky. Shiny. 

Ino looks down n’ catches the display, his breath hitching at the sight, “Next…” You wait with bated breath, wondering what filth he’s going to spill out now. “Next- soon, that’s gonna be my actual cum, pretty.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Infinity

“Please-” He’s rasping through the minute gaps between his clenched teeth, into the clammy skin of your neck. Throaty. Ragged. “P-please…”

And without even finishing his sentence, Gojo’s rutting his red, ravaged cock inside your cunt once more. Just a singular half-thrust and it’s enough to make you whine shrilly, dizzy being compressed under the entire weight of him hunched over. 

His washboard abs plastered against your back, his ripped front hunched over primally. In a way that felt almost animalistic.

A flash of Gojo’s cursed power travels through his body and into yours and shocks your body with a slight bolt of electricity. Kinetic. You’re yelping- at both the zapping feeling and the way it leaves his blushin’ tip flaring even wider inside of you, “Oh my god- o-oh, what time is it even, Toru- hck!”

It’s a wonder you could even piece that sentence together. And his muddled mind can only think that he needs to fuck that ability out of you, fuck you stupid.

“Fuck me s–fuck.” You’re echoing.

“Oh? Did I say that out loud?” He’s questioning, faintly, only after a few more heavy thrusts. The bulbous crown of his shaft reaches in deep, and he’s so addicted to the way it makes even the very bottom of your sweet cunt clench ‘round him. 

Holding on weakly to the side of your hips as he pins you down and drives into you with a constant, ringing sluuuuurp. “I don’t- hah, I don’t even know what day it is, sweetheart.”

“Fuck- fuuuuuck, ngh.” You’re entirely blaming his powers- and thanking them, too. That reverse cursed energy being the only reason that neither of you two have broken a bone by now. Especially you. “And doesn’t seem like- fuck—”

“What? That m’gonna stop?” For a second there, you think that he’s almost considering it. After so long that you’d almost whine in disappointment if he did. Every slick, flooded orifice inside you clinging onto him like adhesive.

And Gojo - oh, Gojo can tell. 

His oversensitive peripherals water a little with an oncoming burst of his Six Eyes. And with it, he’s seeing exactly where you’re feeling the most pressure in your body, exactly where you want him the most. 

It makes his ruby-red shaft perk up n’ thrash against the spongy layer of your cervix, dribbling out a few knots of precum that whirl in with the layers upon layers of sappy white cum inside. Grumbling, “Oh, baby, you’re silly if you think I’ll ever s-stop~”

He sounded so drunk. So gone. And you can’t help but believe him.

The lights in your bedroom had shattered and been so for quite a while- you don’t even think the sprawling city outside had power. Yet, you could still make out the utter carnal desperation in his heart-shaped pupils as they bulge- gasping once you clench.

You’re whining, “Fuck- fuck, don’t think m’making it out of this one- a-alive, ngh.”

“My wife, I’m not making it out alive.” He half-chuckles, the constant drilling pace of his hips leaving his own pelvis reddened. Stinging. You wonder if it almost hurts by now. “Can’t believe you’ve done this-” One of his hands holds your chin up, the other snakes down to squeeze your clit. Electric. “-can’t believe you.”

“Wh-what did I do- ngh.”

He doesn’t answer at first, first simply pryin’ your bloated pussylips to let out a stream of syrupy white cum. Glistening down his wrist and onto that golden wedding band on his ring finger, “You fucking broke the strongest, my wife—”

And he’s fucking you like it, too. 

Just furious pump after pump that lets his red, wettened cockhead stick straight against your womb. 

And you can be damn sure that he’s using his Six Eyes to let that lil’ divot bash into your g-spot, precisely. So hard that you start to feel him form a little bruise on that particular splotchy area, “And I-I won’t let you go until- ngh—” The hand on your chin unlatches and glides down to press against your tummy, on that lil’ bulge of cum that he was able to pound in just because he’s Gojo Satoru. Putting on the pressure until knotted white webs of his squelch out. “-until m’breaking you, too.”

He said it so lovingly. But he was fucking you so damn rudely, such unapologetic thwacks! of his heaving balls against the forefront of your cunt. 

And just when you don’t think he could get any meaner, Gojo’s fizzing out his reverse cursed energy to get his oversensitive cock to grow slightly harder. Bigger. Thicker. 

Squeezin’ out your walls from either side with his vein-covered shaft, he’s grinning at the way you’re twitching and helpless underneath him. Just babbling away, “I don’t think I’ll- last, fuck!” Sobs crawling out of your throat at the way his softened fingertips start buzzing on your clit. 

And he huskily chuckles out like he already expected it, “Mhmmm, I know.”

“You- you know?”

“Yeah- fuck yeah, relax, sweetheart. Because we’re not stopping for a ngh- loooong time.” As if on cue, your toes are curling in pleasure. With the pupils of your eyes swirling comically at the way his jackhammering cadence accelerates. 

And you swear - if you’d been aware enough to actually make note of it - Gojo was fucking counting down underneath his breath. A low, primal ‘three–’ his feet anchoring to bulge your cervix with his cockhead, ‘two’, with the sliding motions of his fingertips growing faster, ‘one’- just as you reach your high. 

It shatters through your body in shockwaves, peak after peak of your high- and you’re so sensitive that the mere feeling makes you collapse onto the spit-drenched pillows below. “Fuck– c-cumming…”

Gojo’s following you- just melting into you while his scarlet tip pierces overtime. Dragging you out through your wave of euphoria, each strobing thrust leaves you seeing white. Your veins bubbling, perspiring where his smoking hot body was collapsed on top. 

And Gojo was so focused on the process of elongating your orgasm, sinfully, that he doesn’t even realize when he is. Fuck, you don’t either.

Not until you realize that the bed was slightly hovering off of the ground, and so was most of the furniture in your room.

Not until you recognize the faint blue glow emanating against the headboard were flickers of lightning cascading down Gojo’s stinging skin.

Not until the skin of your shoulder gets drenched with a tiny splatter of something- and for a second, you think it might be saliva, just so pussydrunk on your cunt that he was drooling. And he was. But more than that, you’re peeking up to find that it was tears.

Gojo Satoru was overstimulated so far that he was crying the moment his long, cutely pink shaft was bursting out in miry wads of cum. So much of it sploshin’ out and sticking to every inch inside you, and his vein-covered shaft was constantly plunging each drop of it inside.

Fucking it straight inside you- “I didn’t even-” He’s gasping, finally realizing just as you do. And he can watch in real time as the plush sides of your walls squeeze him dry. “Didn’t even think to- fuck!”

The sheer volume makes you feel bloated, and it sprays out like a puddle underneath you. Which Gojo has the audacity to rover his powerful hand over and push each wad back in.

And as you whine sensitively, he simply shushes you, “What comes after infinity, my wife?” Breathless. Barely keeping himself together.

You’re blinking up in slight confusion, and it takes every muddled brain cell inside your lust-hazed mind to come up with an answer at this moment. “M-more infinity?”

“Exactly.”

You are definitely not making it out of this alive.

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week!

“T-Toji—ngh.” Babbling away stupidly, just as the tippy-top crown of his cock reaches for your throat. You swear you could taste the pre he was splashin’ on your cervix, feeling the wet ribbons trickle down after each of his thrusts.

And with only a harrowed grunt, Toji bends you even further into this mean mating press. Clenching your fists on the pillows underneath you and begging- “Please- fuck! What’s gotten into you all of a sudden, Toji?”

He’s just so lost on the soft clenching of your pussy walls, it takes him a few more strokes to even think of a coherent sentence. “Me?” Just one word. With a rude spank on top of your clit, he’s snarling out. “What- me? What makes you think something’s wrong with me, doll?”

“It’s- it’s just-” With a hiccuping whine, “-you’re being even rougher than usual.” Your head lolls somewhat backwards, at an angle that lets you glance at the ticking clock on your bedroom wall. “Not that I mind, but we’re almost going to miss the reservation-”

“So now you’re eager to see him, hm?”

You gape, “What- oh.”

So that was what it was about.

Yet another merciless spank! and he’s snickering at the filthy way your pussy starts quivering at the force of his fingertips. The sheer force. “Pah!” Toji scoffs, with a gusting breath. “Don’t tell me that’s why this hole of yours is so fuckin’ wet? Look at ‘er- she’s drooling. S’it because you’re- haaah, thinking of him while I fuck you, doll?”

“N-no…” Mewling, you’re trying to buck your hips lewdly into his.

And, noticing - because of course he notices - Toji’s ruthlessly slowing down his cadence. Giving you exactly what you didn’t want. He turns his pace from something fast into something else looooong and slow and sensual, just grazing his veiny shaft against your tiniest orifices. “No? Then why is she so- mmm, wet?”

You look down at where you two were connected with furrowed brows, “It’s not him that I’m wet for-”

Only for your boyfriend to interrupt you by fuckin’ spitting down at your cunt.

Until your puffy folds gleam with the added layer of sap, it smears all over and makes it even easier for Toji to slide his girthy cock into you. “Now ya are.” He’s slightly chuckling, before replacing his expression with a dramatically hurt one. “All for him now? Awww, and I thought you were mine, mama…”

“I am, I am.” You’re sobbing, throwing your arms over his muscular shoulders. You whimper out in a tiny voice, “Please just- ngh, fuck me harder.”

“And ah—” In almost punishment, Toji’s open palm comes slamming down on top of your clit again. All bruised and tender with his slaps. “Seems my girl only wants me because I fuck her- hah, right-” He snarls out, the edges of his canines catching on your ear lobe.

Every one of his words- no, more like every one of his syllables was being punctuated by one of his stabbing thrusts. Toji’s just so long that his cock reaches your every sweet spot, and you can feel him filling out even the entrance of your damn womb.

Just placing his red-hot tip there n’ swirling it around- your toes curl as you feel the pleasure zap through your body. Being molded to him. “Promise I don’t-”

“You don’t want me even for the gooood way I fuck this pussy, mama?” He’s asking with a faux gasp, swatting down at your slick-webbed cunt once more. “Ya hear that, kitty? Your momma’s such a- fuck- mean gal. You’re breaking my heart here…”

“Shut up.” Finally, you’re snapping at his theatrics. And you could’ve sworn that it just makes Toji’s painfully hard erection grow even harder—the circumference of his girth flaring even wider and sticking into your bundle of nerves, fucking you like he would reach past your cervix, if he physically could.

You’re clawing onto Toji’s broad shoulders, and he smiles at that sinful sting of marks you were leaving behind. Urging yourself up to him, “M’with you because you’re you.” 

“Yeah?” Panting, those pecs of his heave in a way that makes your mouth water. “Yer not thinking of that damn Shiu right now?”

“Never.” You shake your head fervently, and that definitely makes his cock swell up inside of you - you could feel the stretch. “K-kiss?”

And fuck- 

Toji’s shivering at your words, Toji’s letting his damn erection throb- every ounce of blood in his body sprinting down to where his crimson tip was poking against your cervix. “Kiss? But m’already kissing you, doll.”

“You…” Your eyes widen as you register just what he says - as you register the thump-thump-thump of him bruising the soft sponge of your cervix with his thrusts. Smooching. “Fuck- fuck, Toji.”

And then he’s speeding up, alternating between rude swipes at your g-spot to direct hits that open up your womb. Hit after hit after hit—he just couldn’t get enough of the way you’d throw your pretty head back and whimper at the feeling of him stirring your insides so well. “Well then—” He declares, “Since we’ve cleared that up-”

He doesn’t finish his sentence just yet, and you’re forced to blink away the tears clinging onto your lashes to try and see what he’s doing.

Because Toji just leans over to the bedside table right as he’s ramming his hips furiously into yours- not stopping, not even faltering a single split-second as he bashes in the cute nerves that makes you feel good. After a particularly hard stripe rubbed against your g-spot, you throw your head back in bliss.

Only for your entire body to startle at the feeling of something flat and frigid being pressed against the side of your face.

“T-Toji—!” You gasp, trying to turn and look at the glaring phone screen.

CALLER ID: Bastard (Shiu)

And Toji only leans in with a smirk- your legs thrown over his shoulder, your knees hitting your tits, his cock hitting your cervix like a drum. “Whaaaat?” Your boyfriend smugly drags out, “Why don’t you let our- hah! dear friend know that we’re going to be late, hm, doll?”

“You- hngh.” Cut off by the nth time he’s spanking your pulsating clit, and the sound of the line connecting. 

Toji rolls his hips so perfectly roughly into gooey pussy that you moan—

“Hello?”

.

.

.

Just an hour or two or three (you’d sort of lost count…) later, you found yourself squeezed into the booth of some run-down ramen place near the center of town after missing your fancy reservation.

With Toji on your right.

And Shiu on your left.

“So…” The other man’s dark eyes move from the bite marks on your neck, to the way that every inch of Toji’s back and neck was clawed (as if your wobbly steps, the slight raspiness to your throat, wasn’t enough- oh, yes, and the phone call). It was obvious what had gone down. He takes a puff of his cigarette. 

But to Toji’s utter confusion, Shiu’s smirk only grows. “Have you ever heard of ah…two in one hole, sweetcheeks?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - MANAGE(HER)

The entire office was gushing about the newest bouquet that your boyfriend had gotten you.

At least three dozen roses. Delivered straight to your desk. With a cute hand-written note that made you smile the instant you read it, keeping it away from prying eyes. 

“It’s just a note wishing me a good day and reminding me to take enough breaks.” You’re replying to anyone that asked and nudged you. And that only seemed to send them into more of a frenzy, just swooning secondhand.

“Oh, he sounds like such a Prince Charming. I don’t know why you keep him a secret- show us a picture, at least!”

“I bet he’s crazy handsome and she just doesn’t want us drooling over him. And this is like the third bouquet this month!”

“I wish I had someone hot and sweet enough to remind me to take care of myself.” 

One of the interns sighs, staring longingly at the bouquet. She’d been at the office for long enough now to know all about this mysterious, doting boyfriend of yours that half the office was in love with. “With the dating pool now? I’ll be single the rest of my life.”

“Oh, maybe it’s time- the pick here isn’t so bad.” Another employee besides you says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Technically, company policy says we aren’t allowed to date co-workers- but just look at the hotties!”

Another snorts, “By hotties you mean Nanami Kento.”

At the mention of his name, Nanami looks up from his computer screen. All molten eyes that made you weak in the knees. A broad 6’2 frame. Such a gentle demeanour. Glasses.

The responsible manager. The quiet office crush.

Your boyfriend.

“Oh- maybe you’re right.” The intern’s voice snaps you out of your slight admiration, and you hoped no one noticed - lest you wanted to be reported to HR, let alone have someone think that you’re two-timing this boyfriend of yours (Nanami, but they didn’t know that). 

You’re looking up at her just as she nods with conviction to something the others say, “Right about what now?”

“I’m going to ask out Nanami Kento!”

Ah…you knew he was the office crush - quite understandable, honestly - but this was something else entirely. Though you can only smile.

“Mm, good luck.”

Because, really, the note had said: My office. 15 minutes.

And in less than that, you’re slamming Nanami Kento into his comfy office chair. His hand slipping past your satin skirt and onto the sides of your hips, his head throwing back every time you’re swirlin’ your wet cunt around his thick cock and clenching—

“Fuh-fuck!” Nanami’s panting out, looking at you through the blond strands that stick to his perspired scalp. And you can’t help but notice that there’s something in his tone that makes it sound like he’s breaking…“You feel so good- oh, you feel so fucking good.”

“Mhm—?” Just the way he liked it, your hips are coming down hard. Fast. Nanami loved when he could feel your wet cunt ride him like such a slut- right then n’ there on his chair.

Swallowing him maddeningly.

Jealously molding his exact thick size to your walls.

“Missed this fuckin’ pussy so much- you have n-no idea.” He’s warbling out, letting his dominant hand slip down to push aside your swollen folds. Taking a gooood long look down at you- “Was at a meeting today and all I could think about was your pretty cunt, my love. Fuuuuck, I had to run to the bathroom n’ relive myself because I kept imaginin’ how wet you’d feel- just like this.”

The flatness of his thumb grazes down your clit and you arch your back into it. He’s just sensually rolling it up and down, “O-oh, and what else, Kento?”

“Mmm, I was thinking that if I could-” And, oh, even remembering that filthy notion of his makes Nanami’s rock-hard erection grow even thicker inside of you. Filling out your walls. Rubbin’ his flared slit on your g-spot. “-then I’d have fucked you right there on the meeting table.” He growls.

“R-right there?” You gape.

“Right there.” Nanami’s straight nose bridge crinkles, snarling down at the specks of slick n’ precum that dribble out of you. Spraying due to the sheer force he was rutting up into you with- “Right in front of everyone.”

“F-fuuuuck—” Your head throws back, and he’s creaming out just a generous amount of pre against your sweetest spots. You grip onto his shoulders, “If the rest of the office could hear you right now then they wouldn’t believe it.”

“Oh, darlin’…” The edge of his stern lips quirk up into a sight smirk, “If they knew what I was doing to you in this office of mine, then they’d fucking faint.” Just then, his thick fingertips are pinching your clit.

And you swear you see white- he’s not giving you even a single second of mercy to get used to the zaps of pleasure before bangin’ at your g-spot all over again. He’s not giving you even a single second of mercy to get used to the stretch before the way you get even wetter makes him grow even harder. With you bouncing atop him, whining, “K-Ken, I think m’gonna-”

He’s not giving you even a single second of mercy before fucking you straight into your high. 

“C-cum.” Only too late do you manage to finish your sentence, and by then your head is already pounding with the rapid pulse of your orgasm. “Gonna- ngh, fuck!”

You cry out as you topple over the edge, spilling out a few tears that Nanami’s tongue laps up eagerly. His rough tastebuds take in every drop, “Eeeeasy there, my love.” Nanami gruffly grunts after each probe, sending flickers of pleasure throughout your entire body. “Easy- easy-”

One overlarge hand of his comes ‘round to hold your waist - your legs were aching with exertion, and he’s using that immense strength of his to manhandle you into riding him silly. Supporting you. Moving you with his bare strength. Just loooooong, aching massages of his vein-covered shaft on your walls. 

“M’here, m’here.” Nanami rasps with his smoky breath into your ear. His free hand slithers down to slide a thumb up n’ down your clit, like a button he was tracing. “Your Kento is- haah—” To pinch. “-here for you, darling. Cum for me.”

“Oh, just like that-” He was dragging out your wave of bliss so perfectly. Swabbin’ around his rotund tip against your g-spot until it felt all raw, until your entire body was buzzing with the electricity. 

Probing. And you can’t help but lean yourself down as you feel it tapering off- still jolting with the shockwaves, you’re grazing Nanami’s blushin’ red ears with your lips. And whispering, “Won’t you c-cum inside, Kento?”

His molten eyes widen, “Inside? Are you sure, my love?”  

“Positive.” As if to prove your point, you’re clenching your velvety walls so tight-tight-tiiiightly. “Want you in me me, now-”

So impatient.

But of course, he would never keep his pretty lady waiting.

With a few more thrusts, Nanami’s sloppily squelching out his cum. Jaw dropping. Brows furrowing. He can’t help but unplaster himself from the seat to push and push it all inside you.

It shoots all the way near your cervix, and clogs up your dewy insides- and you can just feel the hot syrup of it dripping down your walls, collecting at your entrance. “Mmm, just like that.” You’re gyrating your hips up and down, riding Nanami through his orgasm. Biting down on his neck, “Yes yes yes- just inside- ngh, like that.”

“You- haaaah, you say inside but-” He pants, and the finger tuggin’ between your pussylips starts pushing at the frothy of white cum that sprays out of you. Each wad he’s bullying back inside- “-you’re leaking, darling.”

“O-oops-” Your breath hitches. “I guess I’ll have to clean it up lat- Kento, what are you…”

Interrupted by the way he’s back to sliding your drenched panties into place, a slow smirk growing across Nanami’s handsome face. “Keep it inside.” You feel the splosh! of his seed ‘round your innards once he’s finally pulling out- finally finished. And smoothing down your panties with a tap, “Won’t you, my love?” Your boyfriend looks up at you through his pale lashes, “Let me know that this pretty pussy’s thinkin’ about me just as much as I am about her? Ngh, let others know?”

Oh, he knew about your slight jealousy. And you can only reply- “But of course, Kento.”

And after a few minutes of smoothing down your clothes and attempting to slick his hair back into the neat state it once was (a futile effort, honestly), you’re wobbling out of Nanami’s office. Tugging your skirt down, feeling his cum drench your thong-

“And remember to get the memo to me by Friday.” He calls out, smiling as he leans against the open door frame. You could feel Nanami’s stare on your ass—

“Will do, sir.” But two could play that game. And you make just about two steps out before you run into- oh, the intern. Staring at the interaction with wide eyes. Gawking at the bite mark on Nanami’s neck. Her mouth gapes-

“Mr. N-Nanami’s your…”

Very much so.

♡ GETO SUGURU - Mr. Cult Leader

You guess you couldn’t help it that Geto Suguru had many admirers.

Many, many admirers.

Part of it came with being the leader of his cult- ahem, his ‘Time Vessel Association’, and having so many people looking up to him. The other part of it came with having people join the association just because they loved the way he looked.

Not to be mistaken - you did, too. But having others throw out pick-up lines right in front of you, having others ogle Geto whenever he passed, did sometimes tick you off.

And what exactly did cult leader Mr. Geto Suguru do when you brought up the issue with him?

Well…

“Ngh, fuck—fuck.” Your voice brokenly echoes throughout every corner of the audience hall, where you were optimally positioned right in the middle of the raised platform where Geto usually conducted his speeches. 

In a fucking full nelson.

Hearing your whiny tone, you swear you feel him scorch out a heated snicker at the fact. Just as he feels you start to stutter n’ squirm around him, Geto’s spreading your legs even wider. “Atta girl, aaaaatta girl- let that pretty pussy of yours talk-”

“S’not my pussy talking.” Huffing out with a slight pout- that Geto’s easily fucking away with a few more vulgar strokes of his vein-decorated cock. 

And it just felt so good to have his zig-zagged pattern scouring your walls, lodging into every tender orifice that made you see stars. Thrust by thrust, your mouth starts to drop open with a waterfall of slick drool. “It’s- ngh, m-me—”

Something that he’s leaning in to lick off of your face. “How cuuuute. And you’re seriously gonna tell me that that’s you and not your- mmm, sweet pussy talking, gorgeous?” 

“I promise it’s- oh.” Geto’s bucking his hips in an almost animalistic way, makin’ the curve of his heavy balls strike the end of your cunt meanly. With a wet thwack! that makes you sing out in sinful sounds just in time with your squelching hole-

“See? See?” Geto huffs out in smug laughter, hearing your cunt get pummelled by him was like music to his ears. Inch after inch stretching out your insides, making such loud slurping noises. “She’s even louder than you- I always did make her so chatty. Might as well be talking out of that wet pussy, honey, huh?”

You’re struggling to answer with all the pressure being put on your lower body - and if there’s one thing you should know about Geto Suguru, it’s that he’s not a patient man.

Because after a few more thumps near the back of your pussy, his slender fingertips come down to pinch your clit. Not even hesitating. Not even softly. Until you’re sobbing out- “No- ngh, but it’s me talking…” Just so drunk on his sliding length that you were still stuck on that dirty little banter.

“S’that so—?” Geto hums, his tone darkening. And ultimately he’s letting out a slight sigh, “Well- since we can’t, mmm, agree- how about we ask the audience, gorgeous?”

Your jaw drops, “The…”

Right, you’d almost forgotten with how ruined you were on his throbbing, swollen cock.

And through the teary gaps of your eyes, you’re staring down at the rows upon rows of association members that sat with their heads bowed. Eyes on the floor. Startling when their leader pipes up from the stage, “Do you think she’s talking out of her pussy, my family?” He was claiming you right in front of them, and you knew that a few were squirming heatedly in their places. Peeking. 

A few mutters—mostly of ‘yes’ and it makes you arch your back with a whine, “Th-they’re wrong-”

“And now she’s saying you’re wrong, aw.” Geto pretends to pout, his pinkish lower lip jutting out in sympathy. “So bratty she’s being today- isn’t she, my family?”

And you don’t even get to see or hear what their response is this time, because Geto’s too busy tweaking your drivelling clit again and you see stars. With your body shivering, electricity running up your thighs, you’re splashin’ all down Geto’s pale wrist with your sweetened slick.

Which he has the audacity to remove with a wet plop! and bring up to his lips to lick clean- taking his long, long time.

“N-not-” Gasping, you’re squirming in his hold. And Geto’s beefy biceps only bulge even further as he keeps you pinned to him, with one hand underneath your thighs and creeping back towards your puffy clit, and the other gripping your throat. Tightening.

You thrash on top of him, “M’not m’not m’not- fuck!” Your head falls back across his sharp collarbone, and you can feel your head growing fuzzier. “I think I’m close, Suguru.”

“Oh, are you?”

And that was a tone that you knew didn’t bode well for your sweet cunt, the flared tip of his cock already throbbing in response. Geto doesn’t slow down his cadence for even one second as he calls out—“Do you think she deserves to cum, my family?”

Mostly ‘yes’ and some grunt of affirmation. 

It seems to be all that Geto needs to lurch his hips even harder against your own- so hard, in fact, that the skin ‘round his pelvic area had started to sting red. “You hear that?” He’s rasping in your ear, “All those members- alllll of the association you were hah- jealous of are tellin’ me that they want you to cum ‘round my cock, gorgeous.”

“Yes-” With a hand on his strong forearm, you claim red, red lines down his skin. “I want to, Suguru- m’gonna.”

“You’re gonna?” He repeats, just for you to hear. “In front of all these- ngh, people? You’re gonna claim my cock, let me fuck you through your orgasm- aren’t you?”

Bawling, rutting back into his length in tight bounces. “Yes- yes yes yes yes. Just a little longer-”

“Show them- show them all.” Gnawing down on your ear lobe, he leaves a mark to linger. “Show them how you make- ngh, use of me. Show them how you fuck- use me for your pleasure like a fucktoy. Show them how you’re gonna r-ruin me…”

With a pounding clench, you’re falling into your orgasm - hard and fast and hot. 

It’s as if your entire body was burning, every vessel in your body sizzling. Your toes curl. Your mouth drops open with a few sploshes of drool. You swear you see white- and your pussy makes the sloppiest noises as he’s fucking you through your wave of bliss. 

Waves upon waves.

Thrust upon thrust.

You’re barely even out of the woods for your current orgasm before Geto coos at the audience once more, “So…who thinks she deserves my cum now, my family?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Hey, emo boy

“He might not look like he gets bitches-” The whispers follow Choso as he walks through the crowded canteen, taking his usual seat at the only table without other occupants. “-but rumor is that dick is eleven inches.”

You scoff, overhearing the conversation taking place just behind you - honestly, didn’t anyone have decorum nowadays? Didn’t anyone have an understanding of time and place? Didn’t anyone have proof? Preferably in picture form?

“That can’t be true, can it?”

“Has anyone actually seen it-”

“No, rumor is he’s a virgin. I don’t think he’s even had his first kiss yet.” One of your department’s students sighs from behind you, “But oh, you should see what they say in the locker room…”

“I wonder what it would feel to-”

That was enough.

With your half-eaten mush of what could barely be considered a burger still on your tray, you’re stepping out of your seat and walking between the rows of benches to place it back for cleaning. Still mulling over the conversation that you were privy to, you don’t hear the other set of whispers that crop up in their place.

This time- ones about you.

“What a dream-”

“Man, that ass of hers looks amazing today-”

“She’s not taken, is she? I wanna try out my luck-”

And that’s all it was - harmless whispers, futile gossip to pass the time, perhaps spark a few rumors. But there was one man that was thoroughly invested in them—

Choso Kamo.

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Less than an hour later, you’re in the campus library, all ready for your first tutoring lesson with the infamous Choso Kamo.

Less than two hours later, you’re finding yourself stuffed behind one of the hidden bookshelves there. No one around these parts. Just the two of you. And more importantly—

You’re finding your dripping wet pussy stuffed with Choso’s cock. Hot and drivelling. Long and hard. He was just as lengthy as the rumors went, and each rude plunge left your cervix flooding with the lines or pre that he was emptying out. Splashin’ out maddeningly-

“Fuh-fuck…ngh.” Choso’s letting his pink lips wobble with the prettiest whimpers, rutting up against you from behind like a damn animal in heat. “Fuck fuck fuck-”

And then there was the fact that he had a cold, circular Prince Albert’s piercing. 

Right at the very edge of his bawling divot, he’s swiping his globular red tip against your g-spot after each word. Almost like punctuation, he’s snapping his hips furiously into yours- all the way until his skin flushes with the slamming impact. “You’re just so wet, baby.” Choso’s slender fingers dip down to slide between your glistening pussylips, he drives his thumb edge between your folds and feels for the wetness there. “S-soooo fuckin’ wet- tell me, s’this all for me?”

“Mhm—” Dragging out, just the mere sound of your voice is enough to get Choso’s fattened tip to twitch all the way near the back of your pussy. Sticking his piercing even deeper- “I think s’also from you, Cho.”

He’s grunting at that cute nickname you’re giving him, “What you do- hck! mean?”

“I mean…” It’s much easier to show him - much filthier, too. And without further ado, you’re slithering a hand down to spread apart your pussylips- just letting the warm trickle of slick and pre and ivory sap leak out of you.

A sight that Choso’s gasping at- and instantly darting one of his own hands down to plug back in. He’s not letting a single drop of seed go to waste, “I’ve cum?” He couldn’t quite believe it himself. “Did I cum just p-putting it in, baby?”

“You’re asking me?” You giggle out, “Mmm, of course you did, Choso.”

“Sh-shit.” He’s whispering to himself. Like he wanted to prove himself to you, Choso bucks into you with a hard push- probin’ that crowned tip of his all the way back the back of your womb. And then back out to do it again. And again. And again. “I can’t believe I’ve…”

You look over your shoulder at his slightly scrunched bows, “I think it’s cute, baby.” 

“But-”

“But—?”

He’s swirlin’ his fat tip around the end of your cervix, drawing a few patterns with his shaft that leaves you speechless. And you can follow each and every movement with the frigid sensation of his pierced shaft opening you up. Watching as you have to hold onto the wooden shelf to hold yourself up, he gropes the right side of your ass with a heavy gulp. “But I d-didn’t want to disappoint you…you didn’t know I was a virgin, did you?”

“Well…” You didn’t know how to tell him that you already had an idea from the rumors. “People talk.”

“I don’t want them talking anymore.” With a slight primal growl, you’re struck to your core when he’s gripping either side of your hips so hard now that you could feel the crescents of his nails digging into your skin. 

So strong.

Manhandling you to fuck back into his large cock. Choso was fucking you in the most filthy doggy position, with push after push of his blushin’ hot tip. He’s pressing that metallic orb from your g-spot and all the way down to your cervix, so rough that you swear you can feel him in your very throat. “Don’t want them saying- fuck-” The hefty size of his balls smack-smack-smack your cunt with each hammer, “-anything about you, baby.”

“Me—?” You’re batting your teary lashes over your shoulder at him. 

“Yes, you.” And Choso - poor, sweet, quiet Choso - had never sounded like this before. Had never pistoned his hips into yours like he was attacking your every geysering orifice. Had never claimed the inches inside your wet pussy, filling it up with the webs of his cum. “Not when I’m the one fucking this tight hole, when I’m the one with my cock filling you up.”

“Are you- oh.” Gasping at the sharp contact of his palm swatting the side of your ass - all this time, you’d assumed that Choso was the shy type. But now you’re realizing that he’d just smacked your ass.

“Don’t want them talkin’ about this pretty ass-” He rasps against the side of your face, leaning down so that you could feel his glissading abs. “-not when she’s mine.”

Oh. 

You weren’t sure which one of you two had grown more jealous from the rumors - you or him.

And at that moment you almost think that you have your answer, because with a slight whine- Choso’s feeling his slick tip slip against your womb. Just enough pressure to make you clench ferally around him- “And when we get out of- haaah, out of here.” He speaks, in-between thrusts.

“Y-yeah? Haaaah—” You’re moaning out, “What you’re you gonna do.”

“M’gonna make sure that everyone knows I’ve had my first kiss, mmm, here-” Slowly kissing your lips, he nibbles on them to claim them as truly his. “Aaaand—”

Before yet another spurt of his cum trickles out - again. 

It stains the back of your pussy, and Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his skull at the feeling of cumming all over again. Just from the feeling of your sweet, sweet pussy clenching. The globular tip of his piercing swirls around the sloppy goodness- and he doesn’t let a single droplet seep out, diverting them back in with his roverin’ fingertips.

“-h-here.” Choso grits out, pumping his cock in rabidly. One of his hands coming up to thumb down where his twitching shaft was bottoming out, “My first kiss here.”

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The next time you’re both entering the canteen, it’s with your hands intertwined.

“Did you hear? They say she took Choso’s first kiss in the library- and his first kiss, too.”

“I hear that apparently it really is as big as they say-”

“And I hear that he’s reeeeally possessive.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - TWIN B!TCHES

“I just don’t like how she’s so obsessed with you, Kuna.” You’re huffing, your arms crossed in front of you. Narrowed eyes staring down…at where Sukuna had his head pushed between your legs. 

Despite that, it’s been about the fifth time in the last thirty minutes that you’ve been bringing up that member of the Fujiwara clan, that maddened sorcerer. And yet you still can’t stop- “If that Yorozu is well aware that you’re happily taken, then I don’t see why she thinks she had the right to just pursue you like that-”

“She’s a madwoman, ma- and don’t you go worrying that pretty head of yours over her.” He’s spitting- literally. A fat wad of saliva that strikes accurately on top of your clit and trickles down your folds, two out of his four hands hold apart your thighs so that he could see the vision better. “You should be thinking about more important things, instead.”

You’re raising a brow, trying to keep the sultry whines out of your voice- “Like what?”

“Like…” And the sleazy smirk that slashes across both of Sukuna’s mouths tell you that his next words were going to be anything but a rational suggestion. Anything. “Like whether I should fuck you pregnant before or after we get married.”

“O-oh.” Your mouth drops - you already knew that marriage was on the horizon for you and the King of Curses, but to hear him say it like this made your heart just race.

“Think about it.” Sukuna’s straightening his bulky body- pulling off of your swollen pussylips with a wet plop! 

Soon enough, you’re finding his dual hard tips spanking down on the front of your cunt. Red and hot. So hard that you swear you could count how many times he was throbbing- and as you’re squirming, Sukuna pins you to the ancient, king-sized bed with a hand clawed on your hip. “Ah ah- easy there. I told you to think, not jump around, woman.”

“Just want you so badly.” You’re grumbling, letting a slight squeal leave you when Sukuna guides both of his thick cocks down to your single hole.

With a gnarled hand cupping his hilts, Sukuna’s just lightly pushing between your pussylips. “Mmm, badly, huh?” And then reeling his hips back. “I can tell.” And then forth to tease your tight orifice again, juuuust stretching you out on his girths. “Can tell she wants me to-” And back out again. “-claim her already, little human.”

“Please-” Gasping, you’re throwing your hands over Sukuna’s tannish shoulders - where his attractive tattoos were just rippling with movement. “Inside, Kuna, inside—”

He listens to your wishes - somewhat. It was so much more fun to do whatever filthy act you wanted just enough that you start losing your mind begging him for more, more, more.

And so Sukuna’s double tips swab just inside- so fucking thick with his arousal that he can’t fit both inside your cunt at once. And so down between the globes of your ass his second stacked shaft is going, puckering up to your cute hole there. “But you see-” He starts out, so composed even though he was damn near shattering at the velvety clench of your cunt. “-s’why I told you to think, mama.” 

Sukuna mockingly taps at your head- and you’re just about to open your mouth with a rebuttal when he probes his fat thumb between your lips. 

“Suck.” He snickers, lavishly swirling his digits inside the cavern of your mouth. “Now…I have my hah- tips inside of you-” They throb, like they were trying to prove his point. “-n’ if I go any deeper you know m’gonna get you pregnant.”

Your jaw dangles open, “P-pregnant.”

“And the question isn’t ‘if’-” He cracks a smile, “-it’s ‘when’.” 

Your walls were closing in ‘round his sensitive slit, and the King of Curses has to fucking gnaw down on his plush lower lip to stop himself from whining at the feeling. His second cursed mouth starts to drool, with the slippery tip of his tongue escaping to slurp on your clit-

“After- hah, after our marriage would be proper customs.” Leaning down so that his stomach mouth lathers all down your core, toying on your sensitive nub. You feel his abs. His hungry body. “But before let’s me show ya off to everyone sooner- especially those silly humans that you get jealous over. Heh, before could be…”

“Y-yes?” Your cheeks stream with tears, a wet polish as he squeezes into you.

One of his long lengths pryin’ aside your glossy folds to fill up your cunt, and the other doubly penetrating you at your other hole. It was a stretch like you’ve never experienced before- “Could be now.” He’s somehow managing to bottom out - somehow - and you’re squealing out at the molding of your gummy walls. There’s an almost crazed glint in Sukuna’s eyes right about now- “I could get you pregnant now, mama.”

“Now- fuck-” You’re repeating, in awe at the way his prolonged intrusions tunnelled their way inside- and Sukuna was thrusting. Fast. Feverish. Half-thrusts that doesn’t wait for you to get used to the stretch before he’s fucking you silly. “Wan’ it now, Kuna-”

“Mm, and that’s what my beautiful wife is going to get.” He’s tittering- oh, it was just so cute the way you gawked at the words. 

“Sukuna, that’s so-”

“Sh-shut it, brat.”

To which he’s only responding with the sloppiest strokes. Bash after bash. His twin cocks stretching out each hole, your sweetest spots. Probin’ into your slick cervix, he’s filling it up with the dollops of his pre as if preparing you for something else later. 

“Tch- don’t think that just because of that  m’gonna go easy on this pussy.” Sukuna scoffs, and you swear you catch the tips of his ears burning bright crimson. “In fact- I’ve only gotta fuck you harder, can’t let this cute hole forget me- oh, I need to have your pussy feelin’ it still whenever you think some harlot is flirting with me again.” Snarl turning into a smirk, “If the baby that’s gonna be growin’ in you doesn’t give them the message, that is, h-heh…”

“Yes-” Not just because of his furious rubbin’ on your sweetest spots- you swear you could’ve cum right then and there at the feeling of his long, long cursed tongue snaking up to draw an ‘X’ exactly where he was bottoming out.

Like he was marking the end of a treasure map, Sukuna then presses one of his palms down where his double cylindrical outlines made an appearance. So big that he was fucking a cute lil’ tummy bulge into you, “Yes yes yes- right there, hck!”

“I know s’right there, woman.” Those crimson eyes of his roll, “I’ve got it marked out at my final target already- hah! Just gotta-” Spurting out hot loads of precum, “-gotta fuck a baby into ya now, brat. Gonna make you an actual mama. And then alllll those other lil’ humans of yours are gonna see, gonna know.”

The tip of his cock jolts at the notion- “Sh-shit-”

“Ohhh, yeah they’re gonna know.” He grins at the thought of anyone looking at you and knowing just what he did to you. “They’re gonna know how well I fucked this tight hole- how well I filled her up- ngh, they’re gonna know. And you just have to take- no…you just have to think, mama.” 

“Think of what?” You blubber.

“Baby names.”

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It’s a few months later that your marriage to the infamous King of Curses is announced. And as the declaration was read out in the village center, you could spot a few teary eyes in the crowd (Yorozu in particular had to be held back by a few of her attendants).

But you didn’t care- you didn’t look at her. Your eyes were only for Sukuna, who laid a hand to rest on the curve of your full, glowing stomach. Twins, the doctor said.

♡ INO TAKUMA - Gymbro?!

There was just a slight problem with the fact that you and Ino went to the gym.

No, it wasn’t anything to do with the machines, or the monthly fees, or even the grumpy manager that manned the reception desk. No, it had everything to do with the stares.

From the moment you’d entered through those doors, dressed in that cute lil’ get-up that was fresh off the rack for your new membership- Ino right behind you. He was always lingering a step or two behind, no matter how much you tried to match his slow pace.

He was just…taking in the view from behind.

And the problem arose when everyone else seemed to, too.

“Damn…she’s smoking.”

“Who’s that behind her- you think it’s a brother or someone?”

“I bet. Who cares either way, go n’ talk to her, bro.”

All those whispers. Coming out like a hurricane, and Ino could only grit his teeth and pretend he couldn’t hear- he had to keep his pace. At least, for now. You’d just been so excited on getting a couples’ deal for this gym, and he couldn’t ruin it in the very first week, could he?

So he bore with it. He did.

And you did, too.

It had started off slow, and you hadn’t noticed it the first time you’d worked out at the gym. But that sparse whisper on the first day had doubled on the second day. Then the third. The fourth. The—

You got the point. You really did - Ino Takuma was hot.

And after less than two weeks at the gym, you could tell that half of the gym-goers at your usual time found their eyes straying to the man.

“Oh! There he is again, he’s so cute-”

“He seems like that skater boy type, you know what I mean? My favorite.”

“I’m thinking of asking for his number after this rep today-”

And unlike Ino, you weren’t quite patient. 

“Fuck, sweetness…ngh.” He’s clapping a trembling palm over his maw, trying his very best to hold in the whimpers n’ whines that threatened to pour out of him. “Are you s-sure that we should be doing this here?”

“Why? Something the matter—” You’re looking up at him through your lashes, pinning him against the locker room stall- only a slight semblance of privacy. Ino’s strong arms were holding your hips up - one lifting your thigh up to straddle his thrusting hips, the other held onto your waist. Turning particularly breathy when his flared tip rubs up cutely against your sweet spot, “-Taku?”

And something in his expression just seems to break. With his pink lips falling agape, head lolling like he wanted to throw it back like in bed. “Ohhh, th-that’s unfair, pretty, you know what that does to me.”

“Oh, do I?” Innocently asking, “I don’t think I know what you mean, Taku.”

“You know what I mean-” Letting go of your waist for a brief moment to grab ahold of your throat, he’s spitting straight into the middle of your tastebuds. “Look at the way you’re n-ngh, fucking me. Look at the way you’re using that nickname. Look at the way you’re, oh, dressin’ up like that.” He mutters, “Got half the gym droolin’ over you.”

You’re gaping, “Me? And what about you?”

He’s looking slightly confused, “What about me?”

“Why else do you think I dragged you here before we even got started on our- mmm, second set.” 

Roughly, you pull on the tawny curls at the base of Ino’s nape- and it’s enough to make his bulbous red tip throb, growing even bigger inside of you.

His flared slit was just so sensitive that a slight tear leaves Ino’s eyes when you clench ‘round him there. Just your deepest depths being pummeled by his hips, you whine. “Do you even know how pretty you are, Taku?”

You’re tugging even harder on his hair and he…whimpers. “N-no?”

“Just the prettiest ever.” Truly. His doe eyes were glittering with pussydrunk tears already. Long lashes. Flushed cheeks. Washboard abs. Perspired bangs. His spit-slicked lips were panting out your name like a mantra, every time the crown of his shaft emptied out in lengthy lines of precum inside of you. 

You’re pushing back on his chocolate strands of hair, and the graze of your nails on his scalp makes him shiver just a bit. “You’re so pretty, Taku. Makes me- hmpf, jealous that everyone looks at you.”

“And it makes me jealous when those stupid fuckin’ gymbros look at you.” Ino hums, instantly claiming your mouth to kiss it. Such a sloppy, sloppy kiss. “Should know that you’re mine.”

“Mmm, I am.”

“I want them to know-” He’s tunneling his crowned head inside, using that overspilling divot like a searchlight to swab into your every hidden spot. Again. And again and again. And again. “Gonna fuck you till they know-”

“Fuh-fuck.” Your hand slams against the tiled wall, a ringing slap that you hope no one was outside to hear. “Harder, baby, harder.”

“Anything you want, sweetness.” 

And the next thing you know- Ino’s gripping your throat instead of your waist, using the leverage to manhandle your restless body down into his. And the tufts of brown hair at the edge of his base scritch-scratch your throbbing clit to soothe a carnal itch, “Anything- anything.” He repeats, his other hand hikes your thigh further up those slender hips of his. 

And you can feel the glide of his abs against your front, “M’not letting you walk out here until you can’t. Until I’ve given you enough of a workout that you don’t need to be ogled by those gymbros outside.”

“And you don’t need to have your number asked by the other half of the- mm, gym.” You’re babbling away, holding on tight to him. Tight enough that you’re leaving a few marks down his arms, his shoulders- a pretty hickey on his neck.

“Would never even dream of it.” He breathes, slightly shattered by your possessive display. Oh—that made him so hard that he was practically squirting out liquid sap at the back of your throat. “M’only yours.”

.

.

.

The next time you’re coming to the gym, most of those ‘gymbros’ that Ino had told you about pointedly avoid your eyes. And you’re noticing with a slight startle that those who’d previously talked about asking your boyfriend out remained quiet now.

Perhaps it was the bite marks still on his neck (and yours), perhaps it was the little…escapade that you two had last time. But you don’t mind it - not one bit.

“C’mon, sweetness.” Ino tugs on your intertwined hands, “I wanna show off how much I can bench.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Rich man!

“Sa-Satoru-” Breath hitching with whines, saliva bubbling up in your throat after each n’ every time that his swollen cock pummels inside your cunt. “Fuck, Satoru, what- who are you even jealous of again?”

“Why- myself, sweetheart.” The Strongest scoffs, as if the answer should be utterly obvious to you. Before his handsome face then splits into such a simpering smile, and he’s cooing. “Awww, are you too drunk on m’cock to remember?”

Grasping the headboard, you bawl out in sensitivity. “I remember—” You were just making sure.

“Shhh, no need to be shy—” He’s reassuring you- and you swear that his bulbous red tip only grows fatter at this. Feeling the carnal stretch opening you up, you can’t stop yourself from holding onto the wooden headboard and trying to scramble away from his sheer girth-

Only for Gojo to glue both his hands upon either side of your hips and drag-drag-draaaag your limp body down onto his driving hips. Already so tired. Already overworked - only he could ever have this much stamina. “M’just reclaiming this pretty hole of yours- ngh, lettin’ her remember just who her number one is, aren’t I?” His flickering thumb snakes down to toy with your clit, and it’s enough to make you jolt. “Me- it’s me.”

“Yes-” You’re pushing back against his cadence with sloppy ruts of your own- which only makes the sorcerer above you go even harder. Spanking his toned v-line against the globes of your ass. “Yes yes yes yes-”

“Mmm—” Gojo’s mouth waters at the sluuuurp of cum that drips out of your raw hole, drenching his fingertips and- fuck, he’s bringing it up to his mouth to suck. “And it’s gonna always be me, hm?”

The very same mantra that he’s been repeating for hours.

Hours and hours ago, actually.

When Gojo had just casually asked you during bed when your favorite ahem- time was. And he was already growing nervous by the way you were taking some time to think, ultimately claiming that- “Hmm, probably our wedding night, Satoru. Because of the reception and the feel-”

You hadn’t even been able to finish your sentence before he was on you n’ tugging down those flimsy cotton sleep shorts of yours. 

Because what did you mean that every time wasn’t your favorite time—the betrayal!

It’s what he would have answered, alright? So Gojo knew that tonight he had to beat the ravenous man he was on his wedding night - even more greedy to feel your soft, wet pussy wrapped around his cock. Even more ravenous.

He’s bottoming-out his pulsing girth at the back of your pussy with a filthy thud! for the nth time tonight. And it makes Gojo fucking chuckle to feel the wads of cum that he was stirrin’ up inside- “Ah ah- come off of it, my wife.”

You’re shivering as he lightly zaps your treacly cunt with his cursed energy, snapping you out of your reverie. “Oh- shit.” Looking over your shoulder with teary eyes, “Being so mean, Satoru.”

His blessed eyes flash, “Well, what did you expect when you said the name of another man-”

“It was you—fuck.”

“And that just means I hafta fuck you even harder, sweetheart. Even better.” His thick cock was just rovering so perfectly- you didn’t know whether Gojo was using his Six Eyes on purpose, or whether it was just out of control now, but he was using it lecherously to stab against your sultry bundle of nerves. 

Scraping every carnal inch inside of you, “Stuff you with so much of my cum that you won’t be able to remember- ngh, anything but tonight.” He spurts out a raw gush of something white n’ wet that isn’t exactly cum - not yet…but he was close. “That you’ll be able to feel me in yer fucking throat and that cute mouth of yours won’t be able to talk about a-anything but me tonight.” Taking on a slightly higher pitch, almost gone. Almost grazed. “Me me me- me-”

“And if I can’t fit anymore, Satoru?” You’re asking- though you already know that he’ll find a way regardless. 

But just to feel him as the cursed energy coating his fingertips flare- “Then—” Just sending shockwaves throughout your entire body- you think you’re crashing into your nth high of the night before you even realize that it’s close. Body shaking. Toes curling. 

With his eyes narrowed into something primal, he’s huffing out a dark chuckle at just how cute you look like this. Holding you through your orgasm, his probin’ tip pushes in incessantly- “You will.” Just confidently announcing, he watches as you thrash against the sensitivity of your high. Despite your mewling whines, he’s swabbin’ that split-ended tip of his down your nerves. “Because you took me on our wedding night, sweetheart–”

“A-and?” Sobs hatching at your throat after every peak that he can see with those glowing blue eyes of his. 

“And that means, I might be bigger-” As if on cue, his flared mushroomy tip widens just a bit more inside of you. “I might be- hngh, better.” Stopping at your g-spot precisely, “But m’still me- and you’re gonna take- me- too- aren’t you?”

“Yes-” Your hands claw down the stained bedsheets- which Gojo promptly removes to place them on his own body. His beefy arms. His neck. To let you claw him up wildly— “So just shut up and cum, Toru…”

“Anything for you, my wife.”

With the loudest, most lecherous sluuuurp he’s bottoming-out and pushing in deep against your cervix as he feels his high overcome him. In waves of shocking euphoria, in a heat that takes over his entire body. 

Gojo smears aside the gumdrops of cum from earlier aside and—

And he’s cumming dry.

“Fuck!” With such rude spanks, Gojo’s fucking you even harder - rut after rut, it likely almost sounded like a crime scene with the bed shattering, and his hips rolling. “Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck—”

“Satoru—”

But when that doesn’t wring out any more oozing ribbons of cum from him, he seethes. “Fuck, m’cumming dry-” Instantly snapping his head to you, “I didn’t do that on our wedding night, did I, sweetheart?”

You were too drunk on the feeling of his throbbing - aching - stuffed fully inside of you to even answer properly, taking a few seconds to catch your breath. “I don’t…think so?”

“Fuck!” And you didn’t know whether that was a good sign or not, but Gojo’s pale brows scrunch in concentration. “So that means…”

And before you can ask him what exactly that means, Gojo’s pulling his length out with a dampened squeeelch- barely even taking the time to admire the sheen of ivory sap that glues your thighs together as he usually would. He’s flipping you with no stain onto your back and instantly throwing your legs over his shoulders, heels on his back, pinned with one arm held behind his neck and holding your ankles together.

Gojo’s folding you in half like some sort of fucking lawn chair, until his forehead plasters against your own. And his hot breath gusts out, “So you know what reverse cursed energy is, right, my girl?”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Marriage(d) Attorney.

“Your client said what-”

“Asked me out for dinner.” Higuruma sighs- though, you know it’s not at you (never at you) but rather at the somewhat…interesting experience that he’d had with a client just today. “And it was right after I signed their divorce papers, too- in front of the ex-husband!”

You’re raising your brows, “And what did you say?”

“Well of course I rejected her.” That part should be obvious - after all, Higuruma only had eyes for you. He holds you tighter against his toned front, and you could feel each ridge of his chiselled muscles. “Showed off my framed picture of you on my desk, too- you look beautiful in that, by the way, angel.”

“Why thank you, baby.”

He’s grinning now- perhaps at the memory, perhaps at the fact that you were now slipping up your gauzy nightgown and trying to move back against his pulsating length. Your back against his front. Him inside. “Easy there, sugar, m’not done with my story yet- anyways, her ex-husband damn near fainted.”

With a slight huff, you’re stopping your ministrations- legs all shaky after you’d been cockwarming your husband for hours now. “Out of secondhand embarrassment?”

“Perhaps.” And honestly- Higuruma was practically on the verge of his own sanity, too. Because with the one-word response, he’s slightly rutting his cock. Juuust slightly nudging that crowned tip in a vertical line down your cervix, “Or perhaps you were just too beautiful to handle, angel.”

“Oh stop- fuck.”

You’re being cut off by the sensation of his girthy circumference pushin’ in even deeper- like he would fuck you further than that if he had the chance. So prolonged that you think he just might, “And I can’t lie, sugar. That made me just a little…jealous.”

“Sh-shit-” Trying to push against his strong forearms, clawing down his pale expanse. Your hips were squirming but it was futile, he was pining you down and siiiiiinking his mean cock in and out. “Hiromi, oh my god-”

But Higuruma was giving you exactly what that honeyed cunt of yours was craving. Shovelling his flared ridge inside, inch by solid inch, you were being split apart by his incredible length-

“Because who was he to look at my- hah, beautiful wife that way?” Higuruma babbles, and you notice that his deep bass was taking on more of a huskier tone. Like something was snapping, something was clawing at the seams- “Who was he to dare think he’d amount to anything even worthy of being- mm, beside you-” Fuck, a rude pull on your hips leaves you reeling. “Even I shall never be.”

“What- what do you mean- oh, you’re in so deep.” You can’t get your mind off of the sheer stretch, Higuruma was now rawly probin’ his way in and out. “You’re perfect, Hiromi-”

“But to you—” He’s insisting, despite the hazy way his mind was refusing to work right now. The only thing that sensible, smart Higuruma could think of was anglin’ his hips so that the crowned top of his shaft would reach inside with a thud-thud-thud. “You only deserve the best, my wife.”

“Ngh- that’s why I married a divorce attorney.” You’re joking, only for your head to fall back against the pillows as he smacks the roof of your cunt.

You could feel the rotund bulge of his cock, roverin’ down your channel for just a bit before Higuruma was using it to pinpoint your exact g-spot. So precise. So lecherous. “Mmm, n’ that’s why I don’t plan on ever letting you go, sugar~”

Somehow, your cunt liked the thought of that.

And you’re arching your back into the sensual pace that he was granting on your pussy, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him. “Then why don’t you fuh-fuck me harder, Hiromi.”

He arches a brow, “You sure, angel- it’s late and I don’t wish to overexert y-”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

In practically no time, Higuruma’s jostling your sweaty bodies slightly - so that you’re on your stomach, and your husband’s pounding his slick-glazed cock into you from behind. Pound after pound after pound. 

All in the meanest prone bone position.

He lets his ribbony pre slip into you from behind, all puddlin’ up at the bottom of your pussy. And you’re whining when this sudden position means you can feel Higuruma hit every inch inside of your slick channel, “Shit- just like that, Hiromi. Ngh- it feels so good.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Higuruma repeats, almost like a mantra. With every thorough push against your velvety cervix, you’re noticing that he breaks out in a slight..whimper. “Yes- yes yes- yes. Don’t know how lucky I am to ngh, have you.”

Sensually, Higuruma’s soft lips cascade in pecks from your shoulder, to your back, down the line of your spine. Then to your own spittle-flooded maw, “To have your sweet, sweet mouth.”

You’re shivering as you feel the tender sensation- so at odds with the way that his cock was so thoroughly opening up every ridge and surface of your insides. Activating even the tiniest bundle of nerves until you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, “To have this pretty pussy of yours.” He continues, and you don’t know if you’re even of the right mind to be able to piece together his words.

“To have those- fuck, filthy noises.” He’s huffin’ out in response to the constant moans that escape whenever Higuruma planted a particularly hard thrust against your insides. “To have your…”

And as he trails off, you’re looking over your shoulder. “My what, baby?”

He takes his time answering. He takes his time rovering a hand underneath your stomach, cupping your front just where the blushin’ hot tip of his cock was hammering into you - into your womb. “To have this—” You’re almost wondering exactly what he meant by that- when Higuruma answers himself. “Angel, did you know that prone bone is one of the most…efficient positions for- hngh, conception?”

Oh.

The next time you decide to pay Higuruma a visit at his office, it’s just a few months later - to which, lo and behold, you’re running into the very same client that he’d told you about that night (at least…you’re assuming it is so, given the way they were at the reception, demanding to know why Higuruma wasn’t answering their calls outside of anything work-related). He’d mentioned that this particular client had been coming ‘round the office lately attempting to woo him into dinner - and you knew just how to take care of it.

“I was demanded full client satisfaction!” Banging a hand down on the poor receptionist’s desk, “And I haven’t gotten that just yet- though, he could make it up to me with dinn-”

“Excuse me, apologies for interrupting.” You didn’t feel one shred of apology for interrupting, and you calmly cut into the altercation. With a sigh of relief, you notice that the receptionist reaches for the phone for security for good now. “But would you like to pass on a message to my husband?”

Their eyes bulge, “You’re the…”

“Ah- of course.” With a slight chuckle, you place your hand on top of your stomach- the bump was slightly showing by now. “Has he introduced me as his wife or the future mother of his child?”

A/N. Also how are we feeling ab the slightly longer plot?!

“It’s a good thing we don’t have a garden,” you huff, jamming your sword into another glowing red section of the giant, demonic root. “Because I would probably burn the whole thing to ash after dealing with this damn demon tree.” You twist and shove the hilt of your sword, cutting a deep slice into the root. The color of it changes to a sickly grey before the whole thing turns to ash.

“Don’t think you could keep a cactus alive, let alone a whole garden,” Dante quips back, thrusting his own blade into the weak spot of a different root.

“Hey! I’ve managed to keep you alive this long. At least a plant won’t talk back.”

His mouth tilts to the side, beginning to form that devil-may-care grin he’s known for. He grips Rebellion’s hilt with both hands, jerking the blade to the side to create a horizontal gash down the length of the root. He pulls the sword back out right before the Qliphoth root turns to ash as well. He swings the blade upward, resting it casually against his shoulder as he saunters toward you.

“Tell you what… When we get out of this mess and kill whatever sorry excuse of a demon is lurking up in that tree, I’ll get you a plant and you can decide if you want to keep it or light it up. I’m sure it’ll be therapeutic for you either way.”

Your lips split into a matching grin. “I appreciate you saying when we get out of this and not if.”

He lifts his free hand up and shrugs his shoulder. “When have you ever known me to be lacking in confidence?”

“Good point,” you laugh.

The two of you make your way down the city street and turn the corner, only to find a whole other series of roots tangled together and blocking your path.

“Damn it,” you groan. “Better make it something cheap, because it’s getting more and more likely that I’ll torch the damn thing.”

Dante chuckles lowly. “Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ tired.”

You tighten your grip on your sword and make your way to the closest root. “Not tired. Just annoyed with how repetitive this is getting.” You raise the sword high above your head, and swing it straight down. You pierce directly through the weak spot and slice the root into two separate pieces.

Once the root has turned to ash, you find that three Riot demons have been waiting behind it for you. The tails on their reptilian-like bodies swish from side to side as they immediately begin to close in. Razor-sharp claws click against the pavement with their every step.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dante tells you with an amused smirk.

“What, this?” you smirk back. “This is just foreplay.” You shoot him a saucy wink before jumping right in and taking on the first demon to reach you.

You and Dante work together seamlessly, dispatching the demons and sending them back to the hell from whence they came. Dodging swipes of their claws and the swings of their tails, the two of you make quick work of them, along with the three others that spawn during the fight.

Dante finishes off the last one as you approach the next Qliphoth root.

“Well, this is new,” you mutter to yourself. Instead of glowing red, this root is glowing green and it has flowering buds growing off of it. Without much thought, you square your stance and raise your sword. “Let’s see if you come apart just as easily as the others.”

You dart forward just as Dante looks over. His eyes widen when he sees what you’re about to do. “No wait!” he shouts in warning, but it’s too late.

Your blade has already pierced directly through the middle of one of the flower buds and deep into the root. In an instant, the bud bursts from your attack and bright yellow powder shoots directly at you.

You gasp in shock, immediately inhaling a lungful of the sickly-sweet smelling powder.

“Shit!” you can vaguely hear Dante’s curse. He uses a burst of demonic energy to dart toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back.

You cough and hack for breath, but the yellow dust is all over your face and stuck to your hair and clothes. Dante grits his teeth, smelling the scent of it. His eyes dilate, and his mouth waters.

“Fuck, that’s not good.” He mutters under his breath. He takes a quick glance around the empty street before lifting your body into his arms and kicking the door down of a nearby building and carrying you inside.

It’s an empty bar. Dante quickly deposits you on the cushioned seat of a booth against the back wall. He then bee-lines straight for the bar, easily hopping over it, rather than going around. You continue trying to cough the powder from your lungs as he riffles around behind the bar.

When he comes back to the table, he sets down a bottle of expensive whiskey and holds a damp wash cloth in his other hand.

“What’s that for?” you question around your coughing.

“This is for you,” he raises the wash cloth up and sits next to you on the bench, reaching over to wipe the dust off your face. “Close your eyes,” he instructs. His touch is unusually gentle as he swipes the wet cloth over your features. Across your forehead, over your brows, down the slope of your nose. He’s close enough that you can hear his shallow breaths. It sounds like he’s intentionally trying not to breathe too deeply.

After he’s wiped the dust from your eyelids and cheeks, your eyes flicker open, catching the concentrated look on his own face as he finishes with a swipe over your chin and a light tug against your lips. He stares at your mouth for another moment, his blue eyes smoldering, before his gaze lifts to yours.

When he realizes you’d been watching, he swallows thickly and shifts back, tossing the cloth onto the tabletop. “This is for me,” he continues, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and uncorking the top. He lifts the bottle to his lips and takes several long gulps.

His actions are a slight cause for concern. “Dante… what did I just inhale?” you ask, feeling your heartrate picking up slightly.

His face pulls into a grimace. “Fuck,” is all the response you get before he slams the bottle back onto the table and pushes himself out of the booth. He starts to pace back and forth, looking lost in thought as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through his snowy hair and across the stubble on his jaw.

“Dante.” You say again firmly, trying desperately to keep a level head, even when you feel the panic building inside you. “Am I going to die?” you ask, point blank. You weren’t exactly one for sugar coating and wanted to know exactly what you were up against.

Dante comes to a stop, releasing a long sigh and placing his hands on his hips. “No, you’re not going to die,” he informs you, finally meeting your gaze once more. “But you might feel like it.” His gaze remains serious as it holds yours, watching for your reaction. “You just inhaled a shit ton of demonic sex pollen.”

It takes a second for his words to register in your mind. Once they do, you release a shaky breath as you start to realize all that entails. “Well, fuck.” You reach for the bottle of whiskey and take several swigs of your own. The liquor burns even more than usual with your throat already raw from coughing up the pollen. You slam the bottle back down and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. “How long before it sets in?”

“Not long,” Dante shifts his stance from one foot to the next. “Which is why we need to come up with a game plan before it does.”

You furrow your brow in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Dante gives you a flat look. “Babe, you’re about to be hornier than a werewolf in heat. You will do and say just about anything to find some relief, so before that starts impacting your decision-making skills, I need to know now if you want me to, you know… get involved.”

You stare at him blankly, pretty sure that his implication may have short-circuited your brain.

He grimaces again, running his hands through his hair once more. “Look, I know I’m an asshole, even on a good day, but I’m not about to take advantage of you when you’re hopped up on sex drugs. So, before the pollen takes effect, you gotta give me something.”

“Yes.” You manage to choke out, embarrassment making your face hot.

“Yes, what?” He coaxes, needing there to be absolutely no doubt.

“Yes, you have my permission to… help.”

“Okay,” he nods once. He holds your gaze for a long moment before moving back and stepping toward the next booth. He pulls Rebellion off his back and sets the sword down on the table. He shakes his head slowly and releases a long sigh, “Damn, this is not how I imagined this going.” He unholsters Ebony and Ivory next, setting the dual pistols down on either side of his blade.

“Imagined what?” you ask, desperate to keep him talking, to keep your mind distracted from what’s about to happen to your body.

He unsnaps the fastenings on the back of his leather gloves. “You and me finally breaking the sexual tension that’s been brewing since we started partnering up.” His eyes meet yours as he lifts a hand to his face. His lips soon part right before his teeth sink into the worn leather of the glove, and he uses that to leverage it free. He maintains the eye contact as he does the same with the other glove.

You squeeze your thighs together when a throb develops between them from watching the erotic sight in front of you. You’re the one to break the connection and look away this time, letting out a dry scoff. “I think you may be exaggerating that a little,” you play off. “As I recall, there was a good amount of hostility brewing in the beginning there.”

Dante shrugs his shoulders casually. “That’s because someone has an authority complex and can’t take orders for shit.”

You can’t help but smirk at that. “I’m glad to hear you can admit that about yourself now, Dante.”

He rolls his eyes, but is inwardly relieved that you seem to be falling back into your usual banter. He was fairly good at hiding it, but internally he was completely freaking out. He’d only had one other previous encounter with sex pollen in his life and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience. He’d also only inhaled a small fraction of what you’ve been exposed to. He had no idea what to expect from this.

“But seriously,” your voice startles him from his thoughts. He hadn’t even noticed that you had moved and were standing right next to him. You place your hand gently on his shoulder and meet his gaze. “There isn’t a single person on this earth that I trust more than you, Dante. You know that, right?”

He looks deep into your eyes, feeling your sincerity pour down into his soul. “I know,” he confirms.

You push lightly on his shoulder to get his body to turn to face yours. He does so without protest, watching as your other hand moves up to cup his cheek. His stubble tickles your palm as you cradle his jaw. You run your fingers over the coarse hairs for a moment before you begin to guide his face to yours.

You release another shaky breath right before your lips press to his. Dante’s lips are soft and warm. A contrast to the scratch of his stubble against your smooth cheeks, but even that is a pleasant sensation. It sends prickles of awareness through your whole body.

You feel his hands grip your hips and he begins to respond to your advances. He kisses back long and slow, like he’s got all the time in the world. You feel your heartrate pick up, your body lighting up under his touch. You release a whimpering moan and pull him even closer.

You arch your back to knock your hips against his and rub up on him like a cat. You’re pressed close enough that you feel the erection beginning to form in his pants. A jolt of excitement runs up your spine, right before you feel a pang deep in your belly.

You pull out of the kiss with a gasp. “Dante,” your hands fall from his face to his shoulders, where you then grip the lapels of his coat. Another painful twinge rips through you. Your legs buckle as you hiss a breath through gritted teeth.

“Whoa! I’ve got you.” Dante pulls your body into his before you have the chance to fall. He grips the back of your thighs and lifts you up, guiding your legs around his waist. He quickly moves back to the next booth, gently placing you on the empty tabletop. “I’ve got you,” he whispers, lips pressed to your temple.

“God, that hurts like a bitch,” you release a low whimper as another pang builds up. It feels like menstrual cramps on steroids. “Is it supposed to hurt this much?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” Dante quickly shrugs out of his signature red coat and tosses it onto the next booth with the rest of his belongings. “But that’s what you’ve got me here for.”

You reach out for him, trailing your fingers down the worn fabric of his black Henley and slipping them beneath the bottom hem. You drag your hands back up, over the hardened contours of his abs. “Take off your shirt,” you urge, wanting to explore him with more than just your hands.

He releases a low chuckle. “Yes, ma’am,” he complies, gripping the back of his collar and pulling the garment off in one fluid motion. “Now, don’t you think you might be a little overdres- Holy Hell!” His hips jerk forward, rocking against the juncture between your legs as his body reacts to the feel of your tongue licking a long, wet stripe from his collarbone and up the side of his neck, while your nails simultaneously rake down his pectorals. He blinks down at you in shock for half a second before a sly smirk tilts his lips. “Not sure if I should be getting turned on by that, but I’m totally into it.”

“I’ve kind of always wanted to do that,” you admit, your filter beginning to malfunction as the pollen takes even more effect. “God, you smell so good.” Your eyes close of their own accord as you breathe him in. The scent of his musky cologne, combined with leather and gun powder, makes your head spin. “Ah!” you cry out as another pang hits you, more powerful than the others. “Dante! I need you now!”

His smirk quickly falls and his hands move up your sides to rest on your waist. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” He guides your body down onto the tabletop.

You writhe on the hard surface, back arching as the pain and blistering need pounds between your legs. “Dante!”

“I know,” he soothes, lifting your tank top up enough to access the front of your pants. He works quickly, popping the top button and dragging down the zipper. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and tugs them halfway down your legs. “Oh fuck,” a jolt of electricity surges through him when the scent of your arousal hits him. Pulling back the denim reveals the significant wet patch that has developed in your panties and if he wasn’t hard before, he certainly was now.  He’s never smelled anything so divine.

He yanks off your boots and finishes removing your pants, tossing them quickly to the side. You spread your legs shamelessly, the cool air actually feeling somewhat nice against your heated flesh. Your hips jerk up of their own accord, feigning a sort of humping motion. “Dante, please!” you whine pitifully.

“I’m here,” he assures you, gripping your hips and dragging your ass to the edge of the table. “I’ll make you feel good. I promise.” Without wasting time, your panties are the next to go, getting flung somewhere behind him before he falls to his knees and guides your legs over his shoulders.

The table puts you at the perfect height, so he doesn’t have to strain his neck or hunch over you. This is normally the part where he would start teasing you with little nips and kisses on your thighs, but he knows that you’re in no state for getting teased. You need relief fast before you start getting sick from the pain.

So, he dives straight in, using the flat of his tongue to drag over your slick folds, getting his first taste of your wet heat. The two of you groan in unison, Dante from the taste of your sweet nectar on his tongue, and you from the first shred of relief coursing through your body. He continues to lave against your dripping entrance, back and forth, side to side.

You’re not normally this sensitive in that area, but with the pollen in your system, it feels like he’s painting a masterpiece with his tongue and your body is the canvas. Each brush stroke adds a burst of color and more wetness to the piece. “Oh God! Dante, don’t stop!” you plead. You lift your head to look down the length of your body.

Dante’s gaze flicks up to meet yours. His cerulean eyes seem to glow despite the dim lighting of the bar. The sight of him buried between your legs is enough to get another surge of wetness out of you. It’s a sight you’ve only been able to imagine so far. Dreams so filthy, you almost couldn’t look him in the eye when you saw him the next day. None of it compared to the real deal.

Your head falls to the table once more, eyes rolling back when Dante’s tongue moves up to your clit. He swirls his tongue around the tight bundle of nerves in languid strokes. You can’t help but rock your hips against him, your body begging for more. He’s more than happy to oblige, his grip tightening on your hips.

He feasts on your body like he hasn’t eaten in years. Lapping up your slick like it’s the only source sustaining his life. His hands slip down your hips to grip the tops of your thighs. With light pressure, he guides your legs open just a little more, while still keeping them pinned to his broad shoulders. This allows him to push his face that much closer, his prickly cheeks brushing right against the apex of your sex.

You reach down, weaving your fingers into his silver locks and grip them firmly. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he practically purrs with the scratch of your nails against his scalp. You thrust your hips against his tongue, guiding him to where you need him most. Your body thrums, soaring to heights you didn’t even know existed. Yet it’s still not quite enough to push you over the edge. The higher you seem to go, the more desperate you become for release.

“Dante. More! I’m so close!” you cry.

He focuses his mouth on your clit while one of his hands slips off your thigh. You feel the press of his fingers to your entrance. He circles the pad of his middle finger around and over your folds, collecting your arousal to slick the long digit. Your whole body quivers in anticipation before he slides his finger inside you. You release a low whine, hips jerking into his touch until he’s pushed completely into the knuckle.

“Damn,” Dante chuckles deeply. “If this is how tight you’re squeezing my finger, you’re going to absolutely strangle my dick.”

“Don’t stop,” you urge, tightening your grip on his hair in order to shove him back where you want him.

“Wait. Hold up,” Dante resists the pressure you’re putting on him. You lift your head back up to protest, but stop when you see the concerned furrow of his brow. His nostrils flare as he takes in a deep breath. His pupils then completely dilate for one second before they shrink down into two thin, black, demonic slits. “Babe, you smell like-” he cuts himself off when he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His lips twist into a smirk. “Don’t you know it’s rude to sneak up on a guy when he’s going down on his lady?”

You look back at him, confused, before you hear the low growl of a demon nearby. You unweave your fingers out of Dante’s hair and push up onto your elbows. Sure enough, three large humanoid-looking demons carrying dual meat-cleavers, and two grim reaper-type demons have appeared inside the bar. Hell Antenoras and Hell Cainas. The Antenoras swing their giant cleavers to knock tables and chairs out of their path. While the Cainas follow in pursuit, their scythes raised high and at the ready.

Dante begins to extract himself from between your legs, a dark grin splitting his face. Your body grieves the loss almost instantly. “Sit tight. I’ll make this quick.” He winks, licking your slick from his middle finger. He stands fluidly, quickly re-holstering his guns and grabbing rebellion. He moves to stand defensively in front of you, his jeans hanging low on his hips and his back muscles tensing to ready for the fight. “Like hell am I going to let any of you near her.”

He darts forward, straight at one of the Antenoras. It swings one of its cleavers in anticipation of the attack, but at the last second, Dante drops to his knees, sliding against the floor underneath the swinging blade. As he slides past, Dante uses his own sword to slice at the Antenora’s legs.

It falls forward as Dante stands back up behind it. He jams Rebellion straight through its back and unloads Ebony into the back of its head until it’s defeated and sent back to hell.

Dante yanks Rebellion back up and turns just in time to block the falling scythe from the Caina behind him. Watching Dante fight was always a sight to behold. His movements are so effortless, smoothly transitioning between his blocks and attacks. It’s almost like watching a dance. Hypnotic on its own, but watching him fight shirtless had you salivating.

The clench and release of his muscles, strengthened by years of battle-hardened labor, draws your attention. The veins bulge in his arms and his abs tighten when he braces for an attack. Then his back muscles flex as he parries before he launches his counterattack.

You want to memorize every single inch of him. First with your eyes, then with your hands, and follow that up with your mouth. Everything from the tops of his shoulders down to where that V at his waist cuts into his jeans.

You’re so enraptured by him that it takes you a second to notice one of the other Caina demons has been approaching. The tip of its scythe drags against the wood flooring, leaving little curls of wood shavings in its wake. The jaw opens to its skull-like face and some sort of black liquid begins to ooze out of its mouth. Your face scrunches in disgust when you realize that the demon is drooling.

“Not in a million years, Pal,” Dante’s voice comes from directly behind the beast. You barely see the flash of metal as Dante cuts through its neck, detaching the head from the body in one quick swipe.

He meets your gaze as the demon falls and returns to hell. A light coating of sweat now dampens his skin and adds a slight sheen to his already defined muscles. “Dante, hurry,” you whine, your hand slipping between your legs to flick your engorged clit as another pang builds up inside you.

Dante's gaze darkens, and the bulge in his pants grows uncomfortably tight. “You heard the lady,” he announces, turning to the last two demons. “Time to wrap this up.”

He takes them both on at the same time. Shooting at one with one hand while parrying and attacking the other with Rebellion. He strikes a series of rapid jabs at the Antenora, not giving it enough time to block with its cleavers before jumping above the Caina and landing a harsh blow with his blade from above.

The two, even attempting to fight together, are no match for the legendary demon hunter, and soon they have both joined their friends back in hell. Dante wastes no time in making his way back to you, a determined march to his steps as he quickly sets his weapons aside once more and begins unbuckling his belt.

“We need to make this first round quick, because you’ve got this whole place smelling like a she-devil in heat and it’s only a matter of time before more demons come to investigate.”

“Wh-what? What does that mean?” Nearly delirious with need, his words are almost beyond your comprehension.

Once Dante is back in front of you, he grabs your hips and drags your ass back to the very edge of the table, wrapping your legs back around his waist. “Those demons came here to mate with you.” Dante looks deep into your eyes to make sure you’re listening. “And the only way to stop more from coming is to cover your scent with mine.”

There’s some tiny part deep in the back of your mind that knows the idea of mating with demons should disgust you, but you’re so fucking horny, all you can focus on is the fact that Dante wants to cover you in his delectable scent. You breathe in deeply once more and your eyes glaze over. “Yeah… I like your scent.”

His serious features melt into his devil-may-care grin. He knows it’s the pollen that’s making you more candid, but his ego still perks up at the praise. “Take off your shirt.”

You comply immediately, gripping the bottom hem of your top and peeling it off your body. Dante’s hands are already working at the clasp of your bra before you even had a chance to toss your shirt to the side. Both articles of clothing are thrown carelessly against the bench seat of the booth.

Dante’s hands press gently against your back until your bare front is molded against his. “Stay close. Wrap your arms around me. We want as much body contact as possible.”

You happily do as instructed, wrapping your arms around his neck and arching up into him. His hands leave your back to unfasten the buttons down the front of his pants and push the denim and his boxers halfway down his thighs.

He releases a sigh of relief, now that the strain of confinement has been lifted from his aching cock. “I had no idea how painful fighting with a hardon could be.” He gives himself a few smooth strokes before lining up with your entrance.

The pollen is truly starting to set in, making your blood run hot, while your core weeps with need. With a steady pressure applied against your entrance, Dante slips the head of his cock inside you. He intends to take things slow, wanting to give you time to adjust to his size, but you’re so fucking wet and ready for him that there’s practically zero resistance.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, it’s the pollen that’s made it so easy to get him exactly where it wants him. You’ve been perfectly primed for getting him in deep without struggle, like bait set out for prey. Before he even realizes, his hips have become flush with yours and he’s pushed in to the hilt, but like a spring-loaded trap, your walls suddenly clamp down on him from all sides.

“Holy shit,” Dante’s entire body shudders, not expecting that to have happened. You immediately begin swirling your hips in little circles to better feel his thickness inside you, which is devastating to the last shreds of his self-control. Your walls contract and flutter around his overly sensitive cock, squeezing and pulling at his length. “Babe,” he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut. “Shit. Honey, you gotta ease up a little, or else I’m gonna-”

His hands tighten around your waist, but it’s not enough to stop your frenzied movements around his cock. Especially not the movements happening inside you. He huffs out a strained breath when one particular twinge of your walls hits him just right and sends him reeling. “Fuck! Fuckkk,” he tosses his head back, jaw slack as his cock twitches and fills your body with his sudden release.

His hips jerk against you for a few more seconds, the muscles in his jaw and neck straining.

Your movements halt, a brief flicker of clarity breaking through the desperation. “Dante, did you just…” you question, unsure if that really just happened.

“Come in two seconds flat like a teenage boy at his first strip club? Yeah,” he confirms through gritted teeth. “Damn that’s embarrassing.”

You can’t help the primal grin that you flash up at him. “I’ll take it as a compliment. The great Dante, brought low by some wet ass pussy.”

One of his hands gently cradles the back of your neck. There’s humor in his eyes when he speaks, “Just don’t hold it over my head, or I’ll say it was because of the she-devil pheromones you’re giving off. On the bright side, at least my early release should help with our demon problem. Nothing quite says ‘this one’s taken’ like a pussy full of cum.”

You have to fight your amused smile as you tighten your arms around him. “How romantic,” you quip sarcastically.

He grins openly. “Ain’t nothin’ romantic about sex pollen. We’re gonna fuck like rabbits until you pass out. If you want romance, you’ll need to take me out to dinner first.”

“Promises, promises, Dante. When are we getting to the ‘fuck like rabbits’ part?” your walls clench around his cock, more than ready. Your body very quickly starts to remind you that it has yet to reach its own climax.

Dante’s grin turns wicked. “You’re lucky half-demons don’t have much of a refractory period. I’m like the fucking Energizer bunny.” To prove his point, Dante snaps his hips against you, his rehardened length dragging against your walls and squelching back into your cum soaked cunt. “And besides, I’ve now got a reputation to salvage.”

“Oh yes!” you moan as he sets a brutal pace and the pangs in your core finally begin to ease. The steady thwack of his balls hitting your ass fills the empty bar, along with your panting breaths and heady mewls of pleasure. He fucks you hard, fast, and deep. It’s everything your body has been craving. “Yes! More. Dante, I need more!”

“I’ll give you everything I’ve got,” he vows. He keeps one arm tightly bound around your waist to keep your torso flush with his. The other moves to thread his fingers into the hair at the back of your neck. He cradles your head before slamming his lips over your own. He devours the decadent sounds that are coming out of your mouth like they’re lifesaving ambrosia.

He swallows your moans, tongue slipping between your parted lips. He explores your mouth with languid strokes, much like he had when his head was between your legs. Your hands desperately grip the back of his shoulders while you pull your body as close to his as physically possible. Even with him filling you from both ends, it still doesn’t seem to be enough. You still need more. More of him on you. More of him in you.

You’re not entirely sure if you want to completely consume him or be completely consumed by him; all you know is that you never want this to stop.

His hand at your neck slips down, fingers ghosting over your fevered skin before his palm closes around your breast. He molds the supple flesh with his whole hand then pinches your budding nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A helpless whimper escapes from your throat as the erogenous zone in your breasts seem to have become amplified tenfold by the pollen. His thumb swirls around the stiff peak and you feel the jolts of pleasure in your core as if he was directly stroking your clit.

Your entire body quivers and shakes, utterly helpless to the bombardment of pleasure that Dante is unleashing upon you. He continues to rut into your sopping wetness, like a man possessed, tongues battling for dominance, and hand fondling your breast. The pleasure builds like a snowball rolling downhill, growing in both speed and size. With a carefully timed tweak of your nipple and an angled slam of his cock into your g-spot, that giant snowball plows into you like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Your mouth rips away from his when you throw your head back and you release the most carnal sounds you’ve made in your life. You can’t tell if they’re words, praises, or just incoherent ramblings from your utterly fucked out mind. You moan, and writhe, and scream, and pant, all while your orgasm shakes you to the core.

The gush of arousal that leaks out of you allows Dante to keep pounding into your pussy, despite the vice-like grip it has on his cock. The scent of wet, sloppy sex, along with the sounds coming out of you, are enough to push him back over the edge. Just a few more thrusts after you’ve come, Dante suddenly pulls out and grips the base of his cock while thick white spurts of cum splash against your thighs and stomach. He strokes himself until his cock is spent.

The next few seconds are blocked out by the blood rushing in your ears until you start to come down from your high. You meet Dante’s lidded gaze, both of your kiss-swollen lips parted and panting for breath. You release the grip you have on his shoulders and lean back enough to look at the mess he’s made across your skin. “Marking your territory?” you question, swiping a finger over a thick white glob before slipping that finger into your mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dante breathes, watching you suck his cum off the pad of your finger. He can’t help but imagine that pretty mouth sucking off his dick and drinking that cum from its source. Any softening that may have started to his cock is immediately reversed. He tries valiantly to push the thought out of his head, reminding himself that your needs and well-being come first. “How are you feeling now?”

You pull your finger out of your mouth with a wet pop and look back down at the mess between your legs. A steady, throbbing heat is still going strong inside your core and you’re just as wet and ready as ever. “Now?” you start, lifting your gaze back up to meet his. “Now I want you to cum all over my ass.”

With that, he’s definitely back to full mast. “That can be arranged.” He kicks off his boots and fully removes his pants and underwear, then he scoops your body back into his arms and moves to the bar. He sets you on your feet next to a plush barstool. The floor is surprisingly clean, though you’re certain it won’t remain that way for long.

With a gentle press to your back, Dante guides you in place until your torso is draped over the cushioned stool and you’re up on your tiptoes. He widens your stance with a slight kick to your ankles before he settles between them and sinks back into you from behind. The wet, greedy squelch of your body accepting his once more should embarrass you, but it only turns you on even more.

The tightening of his hands on your hips is your only warning before he’s pounding into you again. Balanced on your toes, there’s not much you can do other than just take the full force of his thrusts. He ruts into you like a beast in heat, which drives you wild. There’s nothing sweet or gentle about it, only carnal desire in its rawest form.

Dante watches your pussy stretch around his cock with every thrust and knows this sight will be seared into his memories for the rest of his life. The lights behind the bar reflect on the wet sheen covering his length before it disappears back inside you. He feels a hot trail of his earlier cum dripping down his balls before it splatters to the floor between your spread legs. Where he should feel guilt over the mess you’re both making, he only feels anticipation and excitement, wondering how much more of a mess there will be by the time you’re both done.

The steady thwack of his balls slapping against your clit becomes even faster as Dante works himself up into a frenzy. He’s spent so long wanting you and now that he has you, he doesn’t want to waste a single second. Your body feels like it was made for him, so hot and wet and supple and perfect.

He’s so wrapped up in how amazing you feel around him that he realizes too late when his balls have pulled in tight and the first spurt of cum is already shooting out of him again. He pulls out with a startled jolt and hurriedly jacks off the remaining shots of milky white cum over the globes of your ass.

“Dante…” his name comes out as a needy whine, tinged with disappointment. Your empty cunt throbs angrily, not even close to her next release.

“Fuck, babe,” he releases a low groan. “I’m so fucking sorry.” How the fuck has he already come three times when you’ve barely had one?

He normally prides himself on his stamina, but the tiny dose of pollen he got seems to have absolutely destroyed his ability to hold off his climax. Whereas you seem to be having the complete opposite problem, and the pollen has pushed your limits so far out, it’s getting harder and harder for you to reach them. You press yourself back up to standing and turn to face Dante with a determined gleam in your eyes.

“Get up on the bar.”

His eyes widen at the order, but he complies without a fuss. You follow him up onto the polished wooden surface and push his chest until he lays fully back, then you’re instantly straddling his thighs. As promised, it only takes a few jerks of your hand around his cock before he’s fully hardened once again. You line yourself up and sink back down onto his length. Once fully seated, you steady your hands on his chest and begin to slam your hips up and down.

You ride him like he’s a prized stallion and chase after that pleasure that continuously flutters just out of your grasp. He grips the back of your thighs and meets you thrust for thrust. You might be the one on top, but he’s not going to make you do all the work. His tongue darts out to moisten his lower lip as he watches the way your tits bounce. “You’re so fucking sexy,” his head has become clouded with such overwhelming pleasure, and apparently three mind blowing orgasms are all that’s needed for him to open his mouth and start spilling his deepest secrets. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve wanted you?”

You continue bouncing on his cock, lips parted to release your panting breaths as you hold his gaze. “How long?”

You watch the bob of his Adam’s apple when he swallows thickly. A tiny part in the back of his head can’t believe the confession he’s about to make, but any inhibitions that might have stopped him before seem to have completely flown out the window. “Ever since that time I stole your demon bounty and you got so pissed, you kicked me in the chin and I bit my tongue hard enough it started bleeding.” It’s a struggle to get the full sentence out while you’re relentlessly fucking yourself above him, but he manages it through clenched teeth.

Your bouncing slows before coming to a complete stop as you stare down at him. Surely, he can’t mean what you think he means. And yet, even after all these years of knowing each other, it’s unmistakable what time he’s referring to. “Dante… that’s literally the first day we met.”

He swallows once more. “I know.” There’s a flash of uncharacteristic vulnerability in the depths of his crystalline gaze that makes your heart skip a beat. His hands squeeze your hips like he’s scared you’re about to extract yourself from him and bolt out the front door. “And I spent nearly every day after that trying to figure out how I might get you to like me back.”

You release an incredulous laugh and raise a brow. “You were an insufferable asshole for months after we first met.” Your fingers trace the lines of his abdominals, an unconscious gesture of reassurance to let him know you’re not going anywhere.

He gives you a tilted half-grin, “Never said I was smart about it.” He waits with baited breath for your full response to his confession. It’s impossible for him to build up any sort of defense when neither his heart, nor his cock, fully belongs to him in this exact moment. You have full possession of his most sensitive pieces and all he can hope for is that you won’t break them. Break him.

You run your nails over the coarse, silvery hairs on his chest while you begin to swirl your hips torturously around his cock. “Wanna know how long I’ve wanted you?” A sultry smile slides languidly across your lips

Dante grits his teeth to prevent his eyes from rolling back while you tease him relentlessly with your rolling hips. He’s both desperate and terrified of the answer to your question. “How long?” he huffs out eventually.

You move to place your hands on either side of his head and lean down until your nose is nearly brushing his. Mercifully, your hips still their movements so that Dante can hear your own confession without any distractions. “Ever since the first time you apologized by taking me to get strawberry sundaes.”

His gaze flickers between your eyes while he takes a moment to process your words. It’s not hard to trace back to what time you’re referring to. In fact, it’s quite easy. “…That’s also the first day we met.”

The look of pure, tender affection on your face makes him forget how to breathe. “I know,” you respond before leaning the rest of the way down and pressing your lips to his. He grips the back of your head and kisses you back, moaning deep and low when you start moving your hips again.

This time, it’s a little less hurried and a lot more sensual, your bodies pressed together and moving as one. You feel the hair on his chest tickling your nipples. The hard cut of his hips flush against yours. Every place where you meet, flesh against flesh, burns with awareness. Years of secretive pining, aching longing, and pretending not to want each other have culminated into this very moment. The line has been crossed, and there would be no going back.

Dante’s free hand grips your ass while he rocks against your movements. A zing of pleasure jolts up your spine when your clit catches against the ridge of his pelvic bone. Your mouth rips away from his as you release the most delicious sounds he’s ever heard. “That feel good, babe?” he questions, rocking his hips the same way again.

Your breath shudders next to his ear, as the stubble on his jaw scrapes against your bare cheek. “Dante…” You can no longer think, yet alone formulate a response. All you can do is feel. Feel the heat coming off of him. Feel the brush of skin on skin. Feel the rush of blood in your veins. The stretch of your pussy around the cock that’s practically tattooed inside of you at this point. “Oh, Dante!” You find that spot that makes your clit go haywire and you grind into it like there’s no tomorrow.

“That’s it, babe,” he encourages, both hands gripping your ass now. “Use me. I wanna make you feel so good.”

“Right there. Ah!” you release a breathless whimper, hips circling even faster. You can feel the pleasure building in your system, but the peak still flutters out of reach. “Dante, I’m so close!”

“Touch yourself,” he grunts from the back of his throat. “Show me how you like it.”

You sit back up and with his assistance, start bouncing on his cock once more. Your middle finger swipes through the mess of cum still splattered across your lower stomach to use as a lubricant against your aching clit. You rub yourself in quick feverish circles, too keyed up to even consider any light teasing stokes. You use your thumb to push back the hooded skin, exposing even more of the rosy bud to the onslaught of your touch. “Fuck!” you cry out, the sensations in your clit so intense, they’re nearly painful.

“So fucking hot.” Dante doesn’t know how absolutely everything you do could be such a damn turn on. Watching you pleasure yourself while riding his cock is so fucking sexy, he’s going out of his mind. “Fuck yes! Just like that. Wanna feel you come around my cock.”

Your heart is pounding, your thighs are burning, and your clit throbs, but you don’t let up. You’re so fucking close! Dante’s hands grip your ass even tighter and he slams you down so hard onto his cock that it has you seeing stars. “Oh fuck! Dante!” you scream his name as you’re finally catapulted into your release. The fire that had been growing low in your belly explodes into an inferno, consuming you from the inside out.

Pleasure licks up your spine in waves, causing you to shudder and writhe above him. It’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. Just a few more thrusts up into you and he’s following you over the precipice. The sensations of your climax are too much for him to ignore and he’s soon filling you with even more cum from his aching balls.

The muscles in your body strain against your heady orgasm before losing their strength altogether as soon as it starts to ebb away. You collapse forward onto Dante’s chest, both of you panting and heaving for desperately needed air. The sweat on your bodies has your skin nearly fusing together, but neither of you seems to mind. You hear the rapid beat of his heart with your ear pressed to his chest. The sound of it is grounding, along with the rise and fall of his chest with every breath.

“That… was pretty damn incredible,” he mutters as soon as his thoughts begin to function again.

You hum in agreement, watching your fingers as they trace feathery patterns across his chest. They follow the line of his collarbone and down the middle of his pectoral muscles before diverting course to circle around his nipple.

He sucks in a breath and shifts slightly beneath you. “Okay, I know I said earlier that I’m like the Energizer bunny, but I think I need a ten-minute breather after that last round.”

You swirl your fingers around him once more before lifting your head and sucking that nipple into your mouth.

“Oh fuck!” Dante’s hips buck of their own accord. “Okay, just like 5 minutes and I promise I’ll be good to go,” he all but begs for mercy.

Your tongue flicks over the hardened bud. “Dante…” you coo his name so disastrously tempting.

“Two minutes!” he counters. “Just two and I swear-”

“Dante… I want to fuck your demon cock.” You sit back up and look down at him with a molten stare.

That sure as hell shuts him up. He gapes, slack-jawed, at you for a long moment. “Come again?” Your comment has completely fried his mental circuits, that he doesn’t even notice the double entendre behind his question.

“Fuck me in your devil trigger,” you tell him in a way that can’t be misinterpreted.

He blinks once before releasing a heavy breath and moves to sit up. His hands are firm but gentle as he lifts you off of his lap, his soaked cock sliding out of you and landing against his thigh with a wet thwack. He reaches behind the bar for a clean hand towel and presses it between your legs.

“You have no idea what you’re asking me.” There’s no trace of humor on his face and he won’t meet your eyes, instead choosing to focus on cleaning the cum off your skin.

“Yes, I do,” you insist. “It’s not just the pollen talking.”

He finally meets your gaze with a dubiously raised brow.

“Okay, fine,” you admit with a sigh. “Maybe the pollen is influencing this, but I absolutely know what I’m asking here.” You cup the sides of his face with your hands to keep his gaze locked with yours. “I may not have as much demon fighting experience as you, but I know my own body. It feels like an itch so deep under the skin that no amount of scratching can reach it. What we’ve been doing is providing temporary relief, but it’s not the treatment. There’s a reason why I’m giving off she-devil pheromones and why those lesser demons came running. We need a demon’s essence to counteract this demonic pollen.”

He reaches up to pull one hand from his cheek and places a stubbly kiss to your palm. “This sounds like a really bad idea. I know I’ve done a lot of stupid shit before, but this is a bit extreme, even for me. Honestly, I don’t even know if I can,” Dante tries to get you to see reason. He laces his fingers between yours and holds your hand in his firm grip. “I know you’ve seen me in that form, it’s not like there’s anything dangling between my legs. And even if I could, it would be so fucking easy to lose control. Not only could I hurt you, I might accidentally end you. That’s not a fucking risk I’m willing to take.”

“Dante, I know you would never hurt me.” You try to argue, but you recognize the stubborn glint in his eyes.

“Not intentionally maybe, but even if it wasn’t on purpose… I would never forgive myself.” The thought of causing you pain is more terrifying than facing a thousand demons.

You want to continue arguing, but then you notice the distress hiding behind the stubborn tilt of his jaw. You decide to relent. “Okay,” you turn your joined hands and place a kiss to his knuckles. “Then we’ll just keep doing what we’re doing and wait it out.”

Dante releases a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. You wiggle your hand loose from his grasp and jump off the bar top. “Where’re you going?” he asks, following your movements with his eyes.

“Ten-minute breather, right?” You glance at him over your shoulder before moving across the room. “I’m gonna clean up a bit in the bathroom. No offense, but wiping me down with a dry cloth isn’t really-” You’re cut off by a pained gasp and stumble against the wall while your hands clench your abdomen. Rippling pain and heat claw at you from the inside.

“What the hell?” Dante is by your side just in time before your knees give out. “What’s wrong? Fuck, you’re burning up!” As Dante lifts your body into his arms, he can feel how hot to the touch your skin has suddenly become. “Hey, look at me,” he urges, using the wall to help keep your body propped up, but your eyes are unfocused and your head lulls to the side. “No. No, stay with me,” he cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth to keep you awake. He realizes that the pollen must be hitting its peak potency and it’s too much for your body to handle. If he doesn’t do something fast, you’re going to pass out from the pain.

“Fuck! Okay. You win. I’ll fucking do it. Just stay the fuck awake.”

“D-Dante?” his voice sounds far away, and you can’t entirely understand what he’s saying. Your vision goes hazy for a moment and you’re seeing two of him. You blink slowly and try to shake your head, but it takes too much effort. When you open your eyes, the silver-haired man you expect to see is no longer the being in front of you. In his place stands a hulking figure with dark, leathery skin and glowing red eyes. You gasp, eyes widening in shock, before you realize it’s still him.

He towers an extra foot above you, the heat rising off his body rivaling your own feverish skin. The scent that wafts over you isn’t what you expect. Where before he smelled like fire and brimstone, now he smells like burning incense, warm spices, and smokey oud. You’re tempted to press your nose to the orange glowing center on his chest and inhale a lungful of the tantalizing scent.

You realize that the pollen must be playing some sort of mental trick on you, because you’d never considered yourself a monster fucker before, and you’ve fought by Dante’s side a long time without ever thinking about how attractive his devil trigger is… and yet, here we are. Your hands reach out, ghosting over the horn-like protrusions along his jaw. They then fall from his face to his chest, just to either side of his molten glowing center. His skin, though tough, is smooth like aged leather stretched taught over something very solid and very warm.

“You still with me?” he asks, leaning gently into your touch.

You swallow the mouthful of saliva in your mouth before responding. “Yeah.” Were you seriously about to drool over the idea of fucking Dante’s devil trigger? You mentally scream to get a hold of yourself, but your body is in full demon seduction mode. It seems to recognize the nearness of a potential demonic mate, as the pain temporarily eases. A part of you wants to mention the “I told you so” about needing demonic essence to fight against the pollen, but that would start another argument and be counterintuitive to your current end goal.

“Babe, you know I can’t keep this up for long, so we need to figure out how to do whatever it is we’re going to do and quick.”

You meet his dragon-like gaze, “Do I still smell like a she-devil in heat?”

His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath. You notice the black slit in his eyes dilate. “Yeah, you sure fucking do. But you also smell like me, which is making the primal part in the back of my brain go crazy.”

The corner of your mouth lifts in pure female satisfaction. “Good. Focus on that.”

One of your hands immediately falls to the armored plating over his groin and you start exploring. “Fucking hell!” he exclaims, rocking into your touch. You feel around for a few seconds before you find the hidden slit tucked between two plates of armored skin. His wings flutter anxiously behind him, but the rest of his body goes perfectly still.

You sense the tension rising in him, so you stop your probing and look back up at him. “Dante, do you want to fuck me?”

His entire body shudders. “I don’t know, but this is making me feel really fucking weird.”

“Dante,” your fingers start moving over his slit again, coaxing whatever might be tucked inside. “Are you going to fuck me?”

He makes a tortured sound from the back of his throat. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he reiterates, but his hips are still grinding into your touch.

You feel something move beneath the skin, something hard and thick. “You’re not going to hurt me,” you say with a confidence you’re not entirely sure you can back up now that you’ve got the barest hint at what you might be working with. Your other hand tilts his chin down so you can place a chaste kiss against his lower lip, being careful not to cut yourself on the sharp teeth peeking out from the permanent grimace on his demonic face. “I trust you, Dante. I know you’ll stay in control.”

One clawed hand slams into the wall above your head, rattling the trinkets and pictures hanging there. He releases a long exhale that almost feels like steam from how hot it is. “Fuck. You’ve got me quite literally in the palm of your hand,” he admits right as you feel the slit open against your fingers and something begins to poke through.

The head of his cock glows the same glowing ember color as his chest before tapering to a dark leathery red and then to black at the base. His veins pulse with that same glowing light from root to tip. He’s fucking massive and if it weren’t for the pollen in your system making you salivate at the sight, you might have actually turned tail and ran. You hope that all your previous rounds with him have made you loose enough to take in this new girth.

He makes a sound at the back of his throat that’s both pained and relieved once the whole of his length has been unsheathed. “Gotta admit, staring at my own demon dick was not on my bingo card for this year.”

You scoff out a dry laugh and then hike up one leg to rest it atop his thigh. The dragon-like scaling over his leg feels hot against your bare skin, but is otherwise smooth. “Less staring and more shoving,” your patience is growing thin.

His hand quickly moves to support your lifted leg, being mindful of his claws. “First of all, there will be no shoving. Only a nice, gentle insertion of the very tip-”

With a quick hop, you’re wrapping your other leg around him. “Dante, if you don’t put that inside me right now, I’m going to climb you like a tree and ride you till the cows come home.”

He pins you to the wall with his chest before you have the chance to fall. “Whoa, slow down there, cowgirl.” He gets that you’re eager for this, but his mind is still wrapping around the fact that he actually has a cock in this form. Yet alone that it’s a weird ass retractable cock.

You reach down and touch a finger to the liquid pre-cum dribbling out of his tip. It has a luminescent-orange sheen that sticks to your fingers like honey. You spread that wetness across the glowing head of his cock and Dante nearly loses the will power to stay upright.

“Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “That’s really fucking sensitive.” He knows that his senses get dialed up to eleven when he’s triggered, but just the simplest touch from you seems enough to bring him to his knees.

If you weren’t in such a hurry to get him inside you, you’d thoroughly enjoy taking your time exploring every inch of him, but your body knows what it wants, and there’s no time for leisure explorations. You tilt your hips and drag your dripping folds against the underside of his cock. “Oh fuck, Dante!” your entire body shivers in delight. The bulbous head of his cock catches against your clit and the glowing fluid coming out of the tip evokes a tingling sensation where it meets your tender flesh. Your clit pulses with renewed vigor and the need to get him inside you becomes the very core of your existence.

“Holy fuck!” An animalistic growl escapes him, five clawed indentations piercing through the plaster of the wall where his hand rests above your head. His steaming breath wafts across your face as he leans in a little closer.

You glide the head of his cock between your folds, mixing your slick with his own fluids and delighting in the way that tingling sensation spreads. “I need you,” nearly delirious with desire, you rub yourself all over his cock.

“I can’t,” he grunts, claw marks dragging down the wall. “If I move right now, I’m gonna fucking rip you open.” He’s barely hanging on by a thread. Your pussy is so close, so inviting, so wet, and it’s right fucking there, ready for the taking. But his control is slipping through his fingers like fine sand, and soon there will be nothing left. “You have to do it. Guide me inside you. But please… be fucking careful,” he begs with the last shred of his humanity.

You don’t have to be told twice. Gripping the base of his shaft, you keep him steady and align his tip with your entrance. You sink down and feel the stretch instantly as your folds spread wide to accommodate the larger cock. There’s a bit of resistance, but the pollen has prepped you enough that soon the head of his cock slips passed your pulsing muscles and is finally nestled into your velvety softness. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the feeling of being breached by something so massive, and yet somehow, it’s not horribly painful. You certainly feel like your cunt is stretched to its limit, but it’s so fucking good!

It feels so incredible, in fact, that you find yourself shifting your hips back until you’re empty once more, just so you can immediately slide back down to feel him penetrate your walls all over again. The warning growl that rips out of Dante’s throat stops you from doing it a third time. Although a part of you wants to ignore his warnings and keep teasing at the head of his cock, a bigger part of you is more eager to see how that stretched feeling of fullness will increase once he’s fully seated as deep as your body will allow.

You hook your ankles around his back and brace yourself before steadily sinking further and further down his ribbed length. “Oh fuck!” you whine, your pussy stretched so taut that a fleeting flicker of panic manages to push past the sadistic need from the pollen. You slap three fingers over your clit and rub so frantically that your hand nearly vibrates. The tingling fluid from Dante’s cock has made your clit so engorged and sensitive that the ripples of pleasure from your touch are able to get your muscles to relax just enough that he sinks in another inch without tearing you apart.

You continue in this manner until he’s completely sheathed inside your body and you’re fully seated against the valley of his thighs. You’re both panting heavily, but for entirely different reasons. You’ve never felt so full in your life. It’s like your insides have been rearranged to make room for him, and you practically feel him settled against the base of your throat. His cock pulses and thrums inside of you and he’s so hot. The simmering heat of your core is like a flickering candle compared to the molten heat of him.

Meanwhile, Dante isn’t entirely sure how he’s remaining upright. You’re so fucking tight! Every clench and tug and squeeze from your cunt can be felt all along his length from base to tip. Every single inch where he’s buried in you is in both pleasurable agony and devastating ecstasy. The muscles in his neck, arms, and abs are all tensed, bracing against the instinct to rut into you like a wild beast. He wants to fuck you so bad. He wants to fuck you so good.

“Dante…” The way you say his name is utterly ruinous. “You’re so fucking big!”

He can’t help the single shallow thrust that follows. Pure male pride is like kerosene to the blazing inferno heating his blood. “Don’t fucking say shit like that right now,” the threat of the destruction he will wreak upon you can be heard in his voice.

But you’re too far gone. Too high on lust and pollen and demonic sex pheromones. “I’m so full with your cock! You’re so deep! Fuck me, Dante! I need to feel you wreck my pussy.”

The growl of a monster pushed past its limits reverberates throughout the entire bar, making glasses clink and liquid ripple within their bottles. Flecks of paint and drywall powder flutter to the floor as Dante extracts his claws from the wall and moves to evenly grip both globes of your ass. You feel the very tips of his claws against your skin, not enough to cut or draw blood, but the promise of danger sends a thrill through you.

“I told you to shut the hell up.” No more warnings, no more sifting sand, no more threads of control.

His hips snap back until only the head of his cock is still notched within your quivering heat. You’re given no time to brace before he’s surging forward and filling you once more. A frame clatters off its hook, glass shattering as it hits the floor. You hardly notice. Dante doesn’t stop, continuing to pound you against the wall as more objects come to a crashing end. Pictures of celebrities, various trophies and medallions, signed jerseys from the local sports teams, everything clatters one by one, worked loose by Dante’s brutal thrusts into your supple frame. His leathery wing flare before those clawed tips right at the first joint hook up into the already ruined wall. They serve the purpose of entirely caging you in while simultaneously protecting you from any of the debris showering down.

The screaming voice in the back of his mind begging him to be careful with you, that you’re so fucking tiny compared to his massive frame, is so far away, it might as well be a whisper. Primal instinct and carnal desire are all that drive him right now. The need to fuck. The need to claim. The need to breed. There’s no stopping now. Not until he’s filled you with his seed. Filled you with his spawn.

The thought should horrify him. God knows he’s already got enough family drama that just the idea of bringing in another fucked up, part-demon kid into this world should be more than enough to kill his libido. It should be kick-starting his common sense. And yet, his demon lizard brain wants what it wants, and instead of slowing down, he starts rutting into you even faster.

You’re not fairing much better. If someone with their logic and reasoning still intact were to suddenly switch places with you, they would probably be worried about their spine shattering from the destructive onslaught of Dante’s thrusts. But all you can do is moan and wail and scream your praises about how good he’s fucking you. “Ah! Yes, Dante! Wreck me with your massive demon cock. Filling me so good! So fucking deep!”

The ridges of his cock grind against your g-spot with every frenzied thrust. Feral, raw, untethered pleasure clouds every single one of your senses. Dante’s own demonic mating pheromones start mixing with the ones coming from the pollen. It’s a volatile cocktail of savage cravings and endless appetite. The heady scent of burning incense and warm spices is so thick, it coats your tongue. It compels you into wanting to taste even more of him.

Your hand reaches up, fingers clasping around one of the devil horns protruding past his temple and you angle his face closer to yours. He yields to your touch until your scattered breath tickles his cheeks. Your tongue darts out, licking a wet stripe across his lower lip. He purrs at your boldness. You slip further into his mouth, the tip of your tongue flicking over the sharpened point of a fang. With a steaming exhale, his jaw opens and his own tongue slides out to greet yours. It’s thick and rough and wet as it slips passed your parted lips.

Your moan is muffled against the thick appendage now exploring your mouth. Dante’s already proven that his tongue is rather dexterous, but this one is almost prehensile. It seems to wrap around your own and fills your mouth in ways you didn’t know were possible. He fucks your mouth with its unimaginable length. There’s no battling for dominance between you, just complete and utter subjugation. The conqueror and the conquered.

Dante has taken the direct source of your body’s pleasure and has crushed it within a clawed fist. It feels like a lightning strike shooting through you before your entire body starts to convulse. Pure, white-hot ecstasy fills you from head to clenching toes. Your hips buck wildly against the ruthless assault of his thrusts into you. Your breasts scrape against the rough, leathery armor of his chest. Drool slides down your chin, and your eyes lose their focus. Your mind has been fucked into oblivion.

Dante pulls his tongue out of your mouth when your jaw goes slack. He takes in the mindlessly blissed out expression on your face before a flood of fresh wetness soaks his cock. He looks down and realizes you’ve just cum so hard; you’ve squirted all over him. Your walls squeeze him so tight, he’s almost forced out of your tight hole.

His eyes blaze with determination as he fucks you through the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. He pounds into your drenched cunt, the sounds too obscene to describe. Choked cries of pleasure leak from your raw throat every time he slams home. He’s so fucking close. All the blood and heat and energy in his body seem to concentrate at the very base of him. It pulses and throbs and grows until it’s too much for him to contain.

With a mighty roar, Dante hits his final release. Energy explodes out of him, knocking over tables and chairs, shattering glass, and splattering the walls with various types of liquor. His wings stretch and twitch with every spurt of his cock as he empties himself into the deepest parts of you. Your womb fills with his demonic seed until you’re so full that it starts to force its way passed the cock that’s blocking your entrance. Golden and luminescent, it’s thick like molasses and sticks to your skin rather than running down it.

From your understanding of higher demon biology, you know that fertility is rare, so you figure the extra sticky cum must have evolved as a way to boost the chances for fertilization. You realize a bit too late that you’re not sure how well your birth control will fend against demonic sperm. The thought gets pushed from your mind as a wave of heat envelops Dante’s body, and then he’s back in his human form. His legs immediately lose all remaining strength, and he sinks to his knees, your body still connected, sliding down the wall with him.

Your arms wrap around his neck, holding his shuddering body close. Damp tendrils of white hair brush at your cheeks when he rests his forehead against yours. His cock is completely spent, though it continues to twitch from overstimulation inside you. His balls are pulled in so tight, he’s almost afraid they’re about to shrivel up and fall off. His arms barely have the strength to leave the curve of your ass before they’re curling around your back and are crushing you against his chest.

“Please tell me you’re okay,” his words are barely a whisper, ghosting over your lips, mere inches away.

“I’m okay,” you respond immediately between hastened breaths.

His eyes blink open, the blue so bright it’s like the skies after a heavy rain has cleared all the haze away. He takes in your features. Swollen, spit soaked lips. Cheeks flushed with heat. Hair sweaty and tangled all around you, sticking to the wall and your face. You’re a god damn mess, and yet, still so devastatingly beautiful. “Are you sure?”

A single breathless laugh is like a balm to his soul as you reach up and push his own sweaty bangs off his forehead. “I’m sure.” Tomorrow you might feel like you’ve been hit by a semi-truck, but for now you’re good. Well and truly satisfied. “The she-devil has been satiated.”

His own huff of amusement feels cool against your heated cheeks. “Good,” he remarks, nose brushing playfully against yours. “Because I’m completely tapped out.”

You release a low hum, feigning disappointment. “We might need to ask the Energizer Bunny for a refund.”

His laughter is lighthearted in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. “When we’ve finished dealing with this damn demon tree, I’m gonna take you home and make you eat those words. Let's see how long you last against me when you’re not all hopped up on sex pollen.”

You meet his challenging stare with a vicious grin. “I’d rather you make me eat your cock.”

The smirk slides right off his smug face. “Fucking hell, babe. Can you please have some damn mercy on me?!” His dick twitches valiantly inside you before going flaccid. It’s like the final death rattle of the last remaining soldier to die on a battlefield.

He can feel your joy as you laugh against him. “Sorry!” You don’t sound apologetic at all.

You’re too damn beautiful as you look up at him, eyes sparkling in post-coital bliss. He doesn’t even bother to resist the urge to slant his lips over yours and kiss that beautiful look right off your pretty mouth. You moan helplessly against him.

He pulls away and you find yourself chasing after him until your eyes reopen. “What was that for?” you ask blearily.

“Because I wanted to.” He grins at the surprise widening your eyes. “Because you’re fucking beautiful.”

Your hand grips the back of his neck to pull his mouth back to yours. He complies without fail, kissing you long and slow. It feels so damn good to be able to do this with you that he can’t believe how long he’s resisted it. How much longer would he have gone ignoring his feelings for you? How long denying himself from the privilege of getting to cradle your body between his arms?

His lungs feel tight with emotion and the need to breathe when he pulls back once more. He could spend the rest of the day within this bubble of bliss you both have found yourselves in, but he knows there are more pressing matters waiting beyond these four walls. He summons the strength to stand, still cradling you close. When he’s sure that he’s not going to immediately collapse back to the floor, he steps uncaringly over the bits of broken glass and splintered frames to take you back to the table where all of your things are. He sets you down on the polished wooden surface before finally pulling his limp cock out from between your legs. Your thoroughly abused cunt gapes open for a moment and he can see how full you are with glowing golden cum.

His brain seems to short-circuit and all he can do is stare until you clamp your thighs together. Embarrassment prevents you from being able to look him in the eye. “Somehow, I don’t think a wet washcloth is going to be enough for this, Dante.”

His gaze softens immediately, and he reaches a gentle hand out to lift your chin. “I’m still going to do the best I can.” He leaves a parting kiss on your lips before moving back behind the bar. He fills a large bowl with warm water and grabs a stack of towels. You try not to count how many need to be used in order to get the both of you at least somewhat decent.

Once you’re feeling mostly human again, you hop off the table and start shuffling back into your clothes. Dante does the same, keeping one protective eye on you the entire time. When you’re fully dressed, you move to grab your sword where it was haphazardly left when you both busted in here, but Dante reaches for your outstretched hand instead.

“Why don’t you head back to the shop?” he asks, his voice a little too steady. “You can use my shower to finish washing up. Power’s on, so there’ll be hot water.”

You stare at him incredulously. “Dante, what the hell are you talking about? We need to go after Urizen.”

His fingers tighten around yours, the only sign of his desperate plea. “I’ll rendezvous with Trish and Lady at the tree. The three of us will be enough to take him out.”

You square your shoulders and your gaze turns icy. “Don’t do this. Don’t start pulling some over protective bullshit just because our relationship has changed. You know we fight better together. We always have.”

“Fuck…” he mutters under his breath and then drops all pretenses and steps closer. His hand cradles the side of your neck, “I swear I’m not doubting your abilities. I know how fucking badass you are. But this guy is different. He’s going to be like nothing we’ve ever faced before. The moment he smells my demonic essence on you, he’ll see it as a challenge and will hunt you down without mercy.”

Your hand lifts up to cup over his. “If that’s true, then shouldn’t both of us go home and shower?” you ask dubiously.

He laughs without humor. “Doesn’t quite work like that. A claimed female is much more appetizing than a claimed male.”

Is that what happened here? Did you claim him? And did he claim you? In a way, you guess that maybe you have…

“Okay,” you relent just enough to try to come up with a compromise. “I’ll run home, shower really quick, then meet you back at the tree.”

He releases a low sigh and drops his forehead to yours. His actions make you feel like you’re not going to like his next words. And he knows it. “I need you to intercept Nero.”

You try to reel back, but his grip on your neck keeps you in place. You grab a fistful of his shirt instead and yank threateningly. “Are you seriously planning to keep me completely out of this fight?”

His gaze flickers between yours. “You know what he’s like. He won’t listen to me, but he’s sure as hell not strong enough to get involved in this. You’re the only one I can trust to keep him safe. You know what the kid means to me.”

“Fuck you, Dante.” Your words might be harsh, but he can tell his request is pulling on your heartstrings, and you’re starting to sway.

“Just this once,” he begs. “Stay out of the fight just this once and protect Nero.”

You bite your lip to stop the words you want to lash out at him. You understand exactly where he’s coming from regarding Nero. He may only be 1/4 Sparda, but he’s just as stubborn and blockheaded as the lot of them. “Damn it,” you huff, already feeling yourself giving into him. “Promise me you’ll be okay.”

If you weren’t staring at him so closely, you might have missed the relief easing some of the tension in his brow. He grins in that devil-may-care manner you’ve grown all too familiar with. “Haven’t come across an opponent that could beat me yet.”

You roll your eyes. “I just did about 10 minutes ago.”

He huffs out a short laugh, his forehead rocking against yours as he shakes his head. “Doesn’t count when you’re already my ultimate weakness.” And you realize that this is what Dante’s request is truly about. He scared. Not because he thinks you’re weak, but because you make him weak. You are the chink in his armor. The second Urizen realizes this, he will exploit that weakness until it becomes Dante’s undoing.

“Fine,” you release with a long breath. “I’ll stay out of the fight with Urizen. But as soon as this is all over, you and I are going to have a much longer conversation about this new dynamic. And we will be setting some ground rules.”

“Sounds like a wonderful conversation to be coming home to…” he mutters sarcastically.

“Dante, I’m being serious.”

“Oh, I know,” he responds lightly. “And I’m seriously going to be reimagining what it feels like to be inside of you, the entire time we’re apart.”

You make a sound of disgust and shove him away from you. “Ugh, you’re a pig.” He releases a low chuckle as you finally take hold of your discarded sword and attach it to the holster on your back.

He’s still smirking to himself while he finishes reholstering his own weapons.

Once the two of you are fully geared up, you move to the door and step back out into the hellscape that has become of Red Grave City. You look toward the giant demon tree looming in the distance. You know that whatever’s waiting up there… It’s going to bring one hell of a fight. Then you turn and look back toward the direction you’d come. Toward the direction of home. You clench your fists but resolve yourself to following Dante’s request.

You turn your gaze once more to find him already staring down at you. His gaze is carefully neutral, but there’s an anxious tick in his jaw as he waits to see what decision you’re going to make.

“You’ll come back to me, right?” you finally ask.

His shoulders drop slightly with released tension. “Always.”

You nod your head once, then turn a final time and begin heading back to the shop. Dante watches your first few steps, then turns and begins walking in the opposite direction. Neither of you looks back. You have no idea what the future has in store, but you trust Dante to give it his all. If he says he’s coming back, then by Hell or high water, he will. And you’ll be there, waiting for his return.

Eyes dark with lust, practically quivering.

The words that left your mouth were foreign, too—your tone especially. "Please fuck me." The words were soft. Submissive. That's what stuck out to him the most.

You didn't like being too vulnerable in the bedroom. He knew this kind of stuff scared you—Soft belly up, bare for only him to see. You preferred to be in charge, and he was happy to follow as a result. Do what you told him to. Listen to your praises.

This time, the tables seemed to have been flipped. Your face was twisted in embarrassment, eyes barely meeting his. He sat perfectly still in his desk chair, not wanting to spoil things and startle you.

"I just—I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been so horny all day. I tried focusing on my work, but I couldn't think straight, and I couldn't focus on anything other than wanting your dick, and-" you babbled, wringing your hands together.

Finally reaching up, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist. You were practically shaking beneath his touch—the same fluttering he felt in his chest. There was something about you saying you wanted him that always made heat rise to his cheeks and his dick half-hard, heart beating wildly in his chest. "C'mere," with his other hand, he pat his thigh.

Eagerly, you clambered into his lap, straddling his thighs, pussy hot through the fabric of your clothes. Fuck. He felt his dick twitch in his sweats.

Hands cupping his face, you leaned in to kiss him with a passion he wasn't prepared for. Teeth gnashing against yours, he leaned back, chair creaking from the change in position.

"Jeez, you need me that bad?" He grinned, fingers tracing your sides, fondling the hem of your shirt. The fabric was soft—nearly as soft as your skin underneath.

If you looked pitiful before, you looked downright pathetic now. Eyes watery, bottom lip warbling. "Please don't tease me."

His face burned, feeling his cock fully stiffen at your expression. "Right, fuck. Sorry."

Softer this time, you pressed your lips to his in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, smooth lips against his rough ones as he let out a low moan. Under your shirt, he traced up your sides, finding his way up to the cups of your bra. He smoothed his thumb over the lace, tracing over the familiar patterns. He recognized this bra. Happily, he unclasped it at your front, freeing your breasts from their confines.

With more room to work from, he cupped your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Your next breath was shaky as he thumbed over your hard nipples.

"Tomura," you sighed, high-pitched and tight, hips twitching over his dick. He hissed sharply. The embarrassing thought of coming in his pants crossed his mind. You were going to be the death of him.

"Here," he lowered his hands to your waist to maneuver you a bit to the side. "Grind on my thigh instead. I don't need dried cum in my pants."

You must have really been out of it, because you didn't even stop to tease him—just nodded a whispered "okay," before pulling his hands up back to their rightful place on your tits.

With small, tentative movements, you ground your clit on his thigh as tweaked your left breast, then the right, then both. Mouth latching on your nipple, he sucked dark bruises into your skin, hand kneading the fat of your other breast.

Relief filled him. He had definitely done the right thing by moving you—the whimpers and mewls that left your mouth and into his as he kissed you were downright pornographic, going straight to his aching cock.

Shifting slightly, your grinding quickened as you found a position that worked for you. He leaned back, stopping to watch your face pinch, eyes shut tight, as you approached your orgasm. With a final whimper, you slumped forward, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. "Need you in me. Hurts to come with nothing inside," you hiccuped into his skin.

He felt harder than he'd ever felt before. Truthfully, he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. Seeing you this desperate for him was driving him crazy. He dug his hands into the flesh of your ass. "What position?"

The answer came surprisingly fast. "Doggy." You had a newly-familiar bout of embarrassment, remembering to tack on a shaky, stuttering, "please," pressing a kiss into his clavicle.

"Okay, shit - okay." He mumbled quietly, mostly to himself. "You should strip and get on the bed, then."

On shaking legs, you pulled yourself up and off of him, stripping naked, then crawled onto the bed. Ass up, face down and buried in the pillow, you were the mirror image of one of his wet dreams. He had to stop for a second to take it in, memorizing all your slopes and curves.

"Tomura," you whined, elongating the last syllable of his name as you pleaded to him with your eyes. "Come here."

"Right." He scrambled to take off his clothes and get on the bed, hard cock bouncing against the plane of his stomach. It pulsed, a smear of precum dripping down his length as he settled behind you, close enough to touch.

"Fuck," he hissed, running his finger through the lips of your labia. You were absolutely dripping, more wet than he'd ever seen you before. Slowly, he inserted one finger, then the second, hissing at how tight you were. He thought you'd be more loose from your orgasm earlier, combined with how horny you'd been all day.

Stretching you out with his fingers wouldn't be enough. While his dick wasn't the longest by far, it was still on the larger side—especially when it came to its girth. The combination of his thickness and your tightness made lube a necessity, especially upon initial insertion.

Pulling his fingers out, he leaned down to fumble through the bedside table. Shit. There wasn't any lube left. Something to buy on the next drugstore run, then. He racked his brain for ideas, rummaging through the drawer. Suddenly, a lightbulb flickered in his head, eyes landing on two things: the vibrator, and a towel.

The first time Tomura got you to squirt, a strong satisfaction filled him to his core. Tomura liked goals; things with clear marks of achievement. At one point, he tried to get you to squirt every time you had sex. You practically had to beg him to give your sore, abused clit a break.

"Turn around," he spread the towel on the bed.

Obediently, you spun onto your back, spreading your legs subconsciously. That was, until you saw the vibrator in his hands.

"What are you doing?" You tucked your chin to your chest, eyes large as you scanned his face, a smug smile taking over his expression.

"No lube in the inventory," he had that wild look in his eye you loved, placing the bullet vibe on your clit. "I need to make you squirt."

"Just shove it in, I can take it—" your sentence was cut off with a cry as Tomura turned the vibrator onto the medium setting, circling your clit.

The noises you made at this were always one of his favorite parts, quickly followed by the way you gripped him. One leg thrown over his hip as he laid down to kiss you, hands grabbing anywhere they could—his face, his bicep. He especially loved the way you babbled into his mouth between kisses, repeating specific phrases. "Thank you. You're so good to me. You make me feel so good. Please. I love you."

He could tell by the way you gripped him tighter that you were getting close to climax. With the press of a button, he turned the vibe to the highest setting. Your leg, laid over his hip, squeezed him, eyes shut tight. Tomura smiled, watching your face contort, eyes rolling back into your head. With a full body tremor, you gasped and clamped down on nothing, a gush of fluids rushing down your thigh and spraying all over Tomura's hard cock. You clenched over and over again, soaking the towel beneath as he pressed the vibrator into your clit.

With one long press, he shut the vibrator off, giving you time to catch your breath. Silently, you pressed a kiss into his scarred mouth, fingers tangling into his long, white hair as you cupped his face. He smiled, feeling a bit smug. As much as he loved your mumbled praises, the quiet sound of your breath after he made you come felt equally as rewarding.

"Turn around so I can fuck you like you want me to," he mumbled into your ear, relishing in the way your face warmed. Nearly as much as his was, he had to bet. His dick throbbed as he watched you turn over, resuming the same position you were in when you first got on the bed. He could see every inch of your cunt this way, glistening as droplets of your squirt rolled down your thighs. Cock heavy in his hand, he lined yourself up to your entrance.

He moaned, low and strained, as he slid his dick inside you in one go. "Fuck."

His balls kissed your clit, deep enough to make you gasp. Despite your earlier orgasms, you fit perfectly around his cock, squeezing him just enough to make his mind go blank.

Slowly he pulled out, giving you another deep thrust that had you moaning and fisting the sheets. Your pussy squelched as he began to thrust in and out, a ring of your wetness gathering around the base of his cock, making every thrust sound even more obscene. Hands gripping your hips, hard enough to bruise, he pistoned his dick inside you. The head of his cock dragged against your walls, deep inside. The last time you were in this position, you moaned something about feeling him in your stomach. He wondered if you felt the same now as you moaned into the pillow.

Oversensitive from your last orgasm, it didn't take much for you to clench and spasm around him. The way your pussy gripped him—squeezing every curve and vein, had him giving you one final thrust, deep inside. His cock bobbed as he came, hot, sticky ropes of cum filling you to the brim.

He panted above you, attempting to catch his breath. Dick still inside you, he hovered over your bent form to give you a soft peck to the cheek.

You looked calm as you turned to kiss him, then distressed. "Don't pull out. I still need you in me."

"Fuck." He groaned, forehead resting on your shoulder. His dick twitched again inside you. "Don't say that. You're making me want to repeat this level."

"Can we? Go again, that is?" You clenched around him with the thought.

His once-softening dick began to harden again. "You want more?" He blinked owlishly as you brushed the long, sweat-stuck strands of his hair out of his face.

"Please?" You whispered, a soft, pleading look in your eye that made his heart clench. "And can we change positions? I wanna kiss you."

"Okay—" he stuttered. "Okay."

After a few seconds of shuffling, Tomura kneeled over you in missionary. Your thighs wrapped loosely around his waist as he thrust back into your cunt, still dripping from a thick concoction of yours and his cum.

True to his word, Tomura's mouth fit against yours in chaste kisses as he fucked you, forearms caging either side of your head. Your hands were all over him—cradling his face, drawing lines down his back, and eventually finding their place entangled with the hair on the back of his head.

The sound of sex filled the room—Skin slapping skin, the wetness between your thighs, moans pulled from your throats. Tomura's head fell to your shoulder, biting and sucking marks into your skin as he fucked you faster. His dick rubbing against all the right spots made you clench down on him, coming with a start. He quickly followed, cum from his previous load dripping down the curve of your ass.

Tired and worn out, he slumped against you. A warm, satisfied feeling brewed in his chest as you wrapped your arms around him, fingers running through his hair. After enough time for his sweat-soaked skin to cool, he felt you shift against him, pussy clenching around his dick, still buried deep inside you.

"Can we go again? I'll ride you this time."

Raising his head, he gave you a look, his red eyes half lidded from fatigue.

You looked a bit sheepish as you grinned. "Please?"

“strip it off,” he says without preamble. voice smooth, bored, edged with the certainty that obedience is inevitable. “i want to see exactly what they sold me.”

your fingers move before your mind catches up. a trained reflex. years of being told hesitation is defiance. the obi unravels, layers slither to the tatami in pale puddles. naked, you stand shivering despite the brazier’s heat licking at your ankles. he rises in one fluid motion, circles you once. a predator inventorying merchandise.

“turn.”

you pivot slowly. his gaze drags over every curve, every soft vulnerability. a low hum of approval.. or appraisal.

“not bad. better than most of the livestock they parade. soft where it matters.” his hand shoots out, cups your breast roughly, thumb scraping the nipple until it pebbles under the calloused pad. “these will fill nicely.”

the words land like stones in still water, rippling shame through your core. yet your body betrays you, heat pooling down below, a traitorous slick gathering between your thighs. he notices. of course.

“already dripping for your owner?” mocking laugh, short and cruel. “pathetic. but expected. women like you were built to spread for stronger bloodlines.”

he shoves you backward onto the futon. you land on your back, legs splaying instinctively. no resistance. resistance earns correction in the zenin house—bruises hidden beneath kimono, whispered threats of worse. he kneels between your knees, forces them wider with bruising grips on your inner thighs until the stretch burns sweetly at the edges.

“look at this cunt.” fingers part your folds without ceremony, exposing the glistening pink to the dim light. “so eager to be claimed. you don’t even need breaking in.” two fingers plunge deep, curling against that spongy front wall until your hips buck despite yourself. he pumps lazily, watching your face contort. “see? body knows its place even if your mind pretends otherwise.”

you whimper. a soft, broken sound that makes his cock twitch visibly against his hakama.

“beg for it,” he orders. “beg your husband to fill the worthless hole your clan traded you for.”

the humiliation scorches your throat, yet the words spill anyway. “please… naoya-sama… please use me. fill me. make me… make me carry your heirs.”

satisfaction curls his lips. “good bitch.”

he sheds the last of his clothing in careless motions. his cock springs free, thick, veined, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking pre-cum in fat beads. he notches himself at your entrance, rubs the head through your slick once, twice, coating himself in your shame.

then he sinks in slow. inch by deliberate inch. no rush. he wants you to feel every ridge, every pulse as he stretches you open, claims territory. your walls flutter helplessly around the invasion, trying to accommodate the sheer girth. fullness borders on too much, yet pleasure coils tight beneath it. traitorous. insistent.

when he bottoms out, hips flush to yours, he stills. lets you adjust. lets you feel the weight of him seated deep, pressing against your cervix like a promise.

“you’re going to take every drop tonight,” he murmurs, voice velvet over razors. “and every night after. until your belly rounds and your tits leak. until the whole clan knows i bred the weakness out of your line.”

he begins to move, long, punishing strokes that drag against every sensitive inch inside you. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, obscene counterpoint to the crackling brazier. your hands fist the bedding; you don’t dare touch him without permission. submission is survival.

he leans down, teeth grazing your earlobe. “say it. say you’re my breeding sow.”

“i’m… i’m your breeding sow,” you gasp, voice fracturing on each deep thrust. “yours to use… to fill…”

“again.”

“i’m your breeding sow- please- naoya-sama..breed me-“

the pace quickens. brutal now. each snap of his hips drives him deeper, battering that spot until stars burst behind your eyelids. pleasure builds like a storm you can’t outrun, coiling, tightening, threatening to shatter you. his hand snakes between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing merciless circles.

“cum,” he snarls. “cum while i pump you full. milk me like the whore you were born to be.”

the command tips you over. your orgasm rips through you, violent, consuming, walls clamping down in rhythmic spasms that drag him deeper. you cry out, high and broken, body arching off the futon as ecstasy whites out your vision.

he follows seconds later, groans low and guttural, hips grinding flush as he empties inside you, hot, thick pulses flooding your womb and painting your insides with his claim. he doesn’t pull out. stays buried, grinding lazily to force every last drop against your cervix.

minutes pass. your breathing slows. his weight pins you, cock still half-hard inside, twitching with residual aftershocks. sweat cools on your skin.

he finally lifts his head. golden eyes gleam, sated, yet hungry. calculating.

“you’ll swell soon enough,” he says softly. almost gentle. “but if the first doesn’t take…” fingers trace your lower belly possessively. “we keep going. night after night. until your body learns it exists only for my seed.”

a pause. his smile returns, slow and venomous.

“and if you ever forget your place…”

he leans close, lips brushing your ear in a lover’s whisper that chills deeper than any blade.

“…i’ll remind the entire clan exactly how worthless you were before i fixed you.”

the lantern flickers. shadows stretch long across the walls, his silhouette monstrous, swallowing yours whole.

outside, the estate sleeps.

inside, the real imprisonment has only begun.

you lie beneath him, leaking his spend, trembling with the afterglow of forced bliss, and understand with sick clarity:

there is no escape.

only deeper surrender.

What…? 

You shuffle as if you were about to whirl around, “What do you m- oh.”

Your fuzzy mind sparks with the realization that you were close- and Toji had noticed it right before you did. 

Had used his forearm to bend you back into the most perfect arch, had swabbed his veiny cock straight into your most tender orifice. He’s mapped out your every nook n’ cranny so well that Toji bruises your g-spot dead-on.

Making white-hot sparks burst behind your eyes, “I-I’m cum-ngh–ing.” You’re left shaking all prettily as the full force of pleasure washes over you.

“See now, if we were on a sex ban then who’d make you- fuuuuck- cum like this?”

Creaming ‘round his thrusting shaft- and he’s just so vicious with his cadence. You’re cumming and he’s fucking you through it perfectly. Pump after solid pump that applies pressure against your ass, leaving your limp body collapsing down onto the pillows-

“Ah ah.” With only a surprised grunt, Toji suddenly uses the hand on your throat to lift you clean off of the dampened mattress.

Your slick thighs against his, his curly black happy trail scratchin’ your back. Barely even a lewd doggy position right now, you were being fully supported by him. 

He wasn’t done just yet.

One of his muscular legs hike up to gluing against the side of your hips, letting the changed angle maze his swollen, wet cocktip even deeper. “See, doll?” The pure primal stretch just feels so sinful that your mouth can’t help but water- and Toji can’t help but raise his free hand to push the wads of saliva back in. “See? Heh, sloppy girl, that’s all that ngh- talk about a sex ban coming outta ya.”

He was just so mean. You throw your head back against his plush pecs n’ whine, “It was a- fuck! It was a joke, Toji—”

“Oh? A- fuck, joke was it?” Gruffly, he flexes his biceps until your airway’s being seized. Feeling each winding vein on his forearm press up against you, “Well m’not laughing, mama? Are you laughing?”

He wasn’t asking you.

He was rudely piercing you with a particularly hard buck, snickering at the lecherous sound of his ballsack slamming against your swollen pussylips. You were just so needy and so was he. “Heh, nope.” Toji pops the ‘p’, watching your eyes roll all the way back to your head. “Not laughing at all. You’re just bein’ fucked silly.”

And you’d be more offended if he wasn’t so fucking right.

Those six hours were enough for him to grow greedy. To grow almost…animalistic. 

He fucked you like he didn’t even want you to think of some stupid ban, brushing against all your sweetest spots in only a way that he could. 

The thoroughly veined underside of his shaft slips against your crevices and makes you moan, at such a pretty pitch that he can’t get enough of. “I-hck! I am- I am I am, it just feels so, ngh, good.” 

Can’t stop himself from manhandling you further back into his ripped front. Shaggy bangs falling over his darkened eyes as he stares down at your cross-eyed expressions. “‘Good’ huh?” Smack! Another one of his spanks plant down on your dripping pussy, the vibrations making your ears pop. “Wasn’t this the same hah- girl o’ mine who threatened a fucking sex ban? Where’s she, huh?”

“Don’t- would hck! never-” You’re hiccuping, waist starting to grind back into his in hypnotizing figure eights. And Toji himself gets a good grip on your ass cheeks to help you maneuver, “Don’t wan’ a sex ban, Toji-”

Teasing, “Hmmm, wonder if I can trust that?”

“P-please–!” Suddenly panicked as he playfully slows down his drilling, just the flared ridge of his tip now bashing in your nerves. 

He’s able to control himself to merely toy with your sultry cunt for a few strokes before reverting back to his out-of-control pace. Back to slashing the spongy end of your cervix with his swollen globe, it was just too adorable how he could get you to eat your words. Too adorable when you were like this. “Please what?”

“No more sex- sex ban-” Babbling away, your eardrums ring after the constant rhythm, your velvety walls clench. “Please! Promise I won’t ngh- joke about that again, just don’t stop- ngh.”

“You won’t?”

“I won’t–!”

Loooong, scouring jackhammers that web all of your insides in creamy pre. “Good.” And yet, he’s still letting his sloppy drags falter just a tad. 

He’s letting you mewl in impatience for a moment- swiftly reaching over for something on top of your shared bedside drawer. And only then do you realize that incessant sing-song noise in your ears wasn’t just from the sheer raw force of his thrusts. It was because of Toji’s ringtone.

Gasping, you swivel your head back and squint at his phone, and - most importantly of all - the flashing contact name upon the screen—Shiu.

Just in time to watch as Toji’s thumb twiddles on top of the sliding button to answer. Just about to click. “But maybe we should get a, heh, second opinion on that?” Just about to show off. 

“Oh.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Too much.

“Is it too much, my love?” Nanami’s hushed tone departs in a gasp, slow n’ sensual.

And that’s exactly how he’s arching his toned hips ever-so-slightly, feeding your weepy cunt with just a few more of his fat inches. He was just too big- damn near nine inches, the rotund crown of his shaft stretched you out torturously perfectly. 

Your husband leans his handsome face in to kiss away a few of your tears, grunts shattering at the back of his throat when he sinks in deeper with a sluuurp. “You hafta hah- speak t’me, darling.” He swabs his thick thumb down to press on your clit, like a button. “Tell me what you want. This pretty pussy can’t be speaking for the both of you now, can it?”

“I-I know—” You’re managing to whine out, half-drunk on the pure stretch. You glide your fingers through his tawny locks, “It’s just too- fuck! too good- t-too big, I should put you on a sex ban for my sanity, Kento.”

“Mhmmm, we can do that.” 

“Oh- I was jok-”

“But I don’t want to wear you out tonight, my love.” With a final, sweet peck he’s motioning himself to move off from on top of you. “I’ll get on that- right-”

And you catch the exact moment that Nanami’s voice warbles, the exact moment that he’s humpin’ his hips back. The rugged lines of his cock grazing down your slick, slick walls in an attempt to pull out of you- and you catch the exact moment that he breaks.

That he’s feeling your cushy innards clench with a squelch, and Nanami throws his head back with a groan. “F-fuck-” He’s unintentionally hissing, feeling all your cute insides gobble him back up greedily. “Hah, you have to- to let me pull if you’re planning on a sex ban-”

And it’s just too sexy to watch as the ever-sensible, ever-stoic Nanami Kento breaks apart on your honeyed cunt. So you can only flutter your eyes up with a pout, “So pull out then—”

“I will- I will.” He’s rasping, sounding like it’s more to convince himself than you. With two hands planted upon both sides of your head, Nanami reels his elongated length backwards and sweats. A slippery bead of perspiration that formulates at his temple and drips down, “I’ll have to…to get of now-”

You’re affirming. “Mhm—” Smirking, you loop your legs tighter ‘round his sculptured waist. 

“I have to move- now-” 

And it’s a sex ban. A sex ban means that there should be no sex, right? Right? So why was it so fucking hard for Nanami to completely ease out? 

Letting the thick, reddened tip of his shaft sag against your entrance, pryin’ apart your saturated folds. “And I will after one- one more thrust.” Moaning after a rough jackhammer that drives his tough v-line against your inner thighs. 

Nanami’s loooong cock probes right into the syrupy bottom of your pussy and leaves his leaking tip raw. He’s just so gone on the slamming sensation that he gasps- he pants. “M-maybe two more-” Back arching forwards, abs crushing against your front. Your poor cunt gets pummelled with not one, not two- but three more vicious jackhammers. “I need to stop, maybe I just can’t…count.”

“You can’t- fuck- count, Ken?” Just that drunk on your pussy, he doesn’t think he could recall his very own name by now if you asked.

But Nanami only nods fervently, running one hand of his down your front with adoration. If you thought the primal stretch before was too much, then you certainly weren’t ready for the feeling of him pushing down on your stomach while he nearly bottomed out.

Grunting, “Count- m-maybe if you count then I’ll be able to pull out-”

“M-me? Oh, fuck. One-” The tables are turning so rapidly- he doesn’t give you the time to think on it, doesn’t even give you time to breathe before spanking your swollen folds with the entirety of his bulky base. 

“Good. Good…” Nanami strangles out whilst he punctures your womb with yet another slash of his erection. He hisses, “And this one—?”

“Two—” With your eyelids scrunching shut, you’re being faced with yet another pressurized thrust. Your husband’s prolonged tip brushing your cervix- so hard that he’s recoiling back with a whack. Barely even a thrust - more of a mere half-thrust that he can’t control. That he can’t stop.

That he’s pushing n’ pushing into the deepest depths of your cunt, Nanami anchors his feet firmly on the mattress and repeats. “Three-” Again, a rapid, ruined rut that feels more animal than man. “Four- five- six.‘

“Fuck!” He barks into your agape mouth, only just now dawning with the realization that he was held hostage on your dewy wet cunt. “Eight- ten.”

“K-Kentooo—you’re counting wrong, too.”

And you’re pathetically letting your maw hang open- perfect for him to mindlessly leer his pursed lips forwards and spit. A wettened bead of liquid that you swallow- and that makes his eyes widen. “Oh, fuck.”

He was completely stuck. He doesn’t think he could pull out even if he wanted to.

He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing once he snaps the meaty upper part of his body down, down, down to press his forehead to yours. Your legs on his shoulders, your drivelling cunt filled up to the brim. 

Your husband had you in a damn sloppy mating press after all the agonizing thrusts that you’d clamped him all through. And right now he doesn’t ask if it’s too much, he doesn’t ask how many more rutting hammers it would take- “How- hah, how about…”

“Yes- ngh, yes?” You’re blinking up blearily at him, the taste buds on your tongue crackling with scorching saliva. 

And he only leans in and licks up the sprinkling droplets by the corners of your mouth, “How about a sex ban after…I get you pregnant, darling?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - CHIT-CHAT

“A sex ban?” Geto seethes, he fumes out his scorching breath until you whimper. And there’s a sort of mad tinge in his voice- something tremoring, something dark. “A fuckin’ sex ban because my girl got jealous?”

Well, it was a joke. Sort of…

It wasn’t your fault that he’d simply paid too much attention to your treacly cunt, whispering sweet nothings between your legs. 

It wasn’t your fault that you got just a little restless, threatening a sex ban when he got a bit too pussydrunken. 

And it wasn’t your fault that he’s manhandling your trembly legs further up his shoulders, plunging his bulging tip deep into your cervix. Making you let off a few slurps that leave him nodding, “Mhm–and of her own fuh-fucking pussy too, can you imagine—” So mean. So strong- your squirmin’ body’s being pulled straight back into his by a hand on your throat. And you staunchly refuse to spit a word. “Well, if you don’t wanna talk t’me then…”

In a split-second, you’re being flipped over like a mere ragdoll. Geto hastily leaning his head over to spit—a glittery wad of spit that drips down the back of your folds. 

With a snicker at the way you shiver, he runs one of his knobbly thumbs down your slit and swirls it ‘round and ‘round. Making such a mess of the liquidy coating on top, you’re whimpering- “O-oh fuck, just like that-”

“Ah ah, not talking to me, remember?” Mockingly, Geto shakes his head with a tut. Pressing on your clit so that you’d purposefully start dripping all down his dexterous wrist, “At least she hasn’t banned me just yet- heh.”

You furrow your brows, “Y-you- Suguru, you’re so-”

“What?” Spank! The crowned circle of his shaft swats your entrance, gluing your hole shut with a few sprays of precum. And before you know it, Geto’s sinking innnn.

He’s pryin’ apart your soppy walls by sticking in his solid inches- “I can’t hear you-” When you start babbling, he bucks in just a bit deeper so that your pussy cries out once more. “Oh? Handsome?”

“Wh-what-”

“Isn’t that what you oh- said?” Tilting his head down with a grin, the inky tendrils of Geto’s hair tickles your spine as he makes you arch-arch-achhhh. Deeper so that his curvaceous girth can bully inside- “Handsome, huh?” Almost proving his point, the newer intrusions still make such lewd noises. “Why thank you, gorgeous. And what else—?”

Clawing at the sheets- he bumps the fragile area of your g-spot and you find your hand shooting out to clutch at the headboard.

Something that Geto has the audacity to pry apart with his own fingers and press a lingering kiss on the back of your hand. Thwack—the friction of skin-on-skin still makes your puffy folds slurp. “Kind, too, huh? Oh you, mmm, flatter me.”

“F-fuck off-”

“Huhhh, another compliment?” Pretending like the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame was too loud for him to hear, he burrows his cock so sloppily into your womb. “Louder, gorgeous.”

You whimper, “S-such- an-” Voice utter shrills after each thump upon thump of his rovering cock, proudly filling up every crevice. Deeper. “Such-”

Faster. “S-s-such—?”

Harder. “-an asshole!”

“Undeserving of a sex ban?” He doesn’t even know how he managed to say those words without any warbles, because it’s followed by a jackhammer of his hips so hard that Geto’s entire pelvis turns red. So hard that his bulging tip swells even bigger. So hard that he’s crushing your poor frame underneath his weight and pounding you straight into the bedsprings. 

Until your jaw permanently unfastens, until your chin slicks with so much cockdrunken saliva that it drenches the satin pillow underneath. “No- yes.” Geto grins at your lil’ conundrum. “Don’t wanna sex ban- please, ngh, want more, Suguru.”

“Heh, don’t think I need to hear from a ngh- girl who pretended she herself could handle a fucking sex ban.”

He’s just so mean. Pouring out creamy precum into each of your tiniest orifices until you’re all webbed up, such a carnal sensation that you can feel your thighs start to tremble like a leaf. “B-but I’m so close-”

“Let’s ask her, hm?”

Purposefully, Geto’s flared mushroom tip rubs up n’ down your bruised g-spot. And he takes in each tear, each broken noise, each clench as you edge closer to that lecherous high. Squelch after squelch. 

Your boyfriend was just too good at wrecking you from the inside, leaning over till your spine grates against his washboard abs. “She says you’re cumming.” With a grunt one of his hands pull back on your clammy scalp- just so that he can take in your pretty, pretty expression. “My girl says she’s cumming.”

“Yes-” Sparks shoot from between your legs, like electricity each time he runs his vein-covered cock raw on your walls. “Please please please- m’so close-”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

Only a few more vulgar thrusts of his, building up n’ up until your entire body was shaking. His meaty thighs were now permanently glued to the backs of yours, scouring cockhead bashing your velvety innards. 

You feel Geto’s happy trail lick up your back, his pointed tip pinpointing your exact g-spot- stirrin’ around in a pattern that almost feels like a heart. And you think you might just-

“Upsy daisy–”

Squelch-squelchhhh—both that noise and your yelp of displeasure are the only things ringing in your ears by now. Because Geto doesn’t let you cum - he lets you wallow right by the edge of your peak, pulling his thick cock out in mere seconds.

“I’ll tell you what’s stopping you.” The underside of his shaft spanks your pussy with a wet splat! “Heh, what? You thought I was going to be ngh- nice to you after that? Awww, my poor baby—-” Crooning, he then reaches a hand underneath to press up on your stomach. Up and up creating pressure as Geto’s fat, strawberry-shaded tip slips back in. “That’s what you get, greedy girl.”

“B-but I was so…” Weakly, you can barely even speak through your tears- ones that Geto readily cranes over to lick up the salty sweetness. 

“B-b-but—” Teasing in such dramatically high octaves, he kisses you - only to spit a gluey wad of spit between those swollen lips. “Now tell me why you deserve to cum before I put a sex ban on you~”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Sooo anxious…

It was after hours upon hours of Choso fucking you like he was crazed, after you’d jokingly imposed some ‘sex ban’ purely out of worry for his wellbeing. His neediness.

When he found himself cuddled up to you- your back to his ripped front, his overworked cock against your ass cheeks. All soft n’ sensual until- “Choso-” You whisper, feeling the bedsheets rustle with movement.

And oh, was it movement.

You could feel his plump cock swell in size at merely the sound of your voice saying his name. His harsh abs pressing ever-closer as he drags the tip-top of his shaft down your leaking slit. “Choso, ngh- are you okay, baby?”

“My baby…” Fuck, he sounded breathless already. Dribbling wet pre down the inner parts of your legs, you already had his creamy cum slicked to your thighs in a sheen and this was only making everything worse. 

Choso ruts like an animal- until his bulging tip was sticking between your sensitive folds and he finds himself holding back utter tears. “Oh, baby, you don’t understand. You’re driving me mad.”

“Don’t tell me you want to go al-ngh- already?” You’re panting out in pure shock, “Cho, you were cumming dry only minutes ago-”

“And I promise it won’t happen again.” He sounded so serious- so tautly wound up as if the constant rubbin’ in circles around your wet entrance was shattering whatever was left of his sanity. Whatever was left of his self-control. “I know- I know I know I have a hck! sex ban but…”

And Choso can’t even finish his damn sentence given the way your first tight ring of muscle tries to clench - around nothing.

You’re watching in pure awe at the way this makes your poor boyfriend bite back a sob- wanting to soothe your heated cunt as soon as possible. You swivel your head back further simply to take in the pretty right of him - lips puffy n’ pouted, dark lashes heavy with tears, cock aching. 

Rock-hard.

So you’re running your hands through his sweaty, silky hair with a slight coo—“Aww, fine.” Holding back a giggle once his breath catches - you’d broken him. “The sex ban’s over, Ch- oh.”

Without even finishing your sentence- suddenly you’re being spearheaded by all eight thick inches of Choso’s ravenous cock. He doesn’t even hesitate, stretchin’ out your every tender orifice until you were yelping-

“Don’t move.” Before you can even blink, your squirming hips are being put in place. One of his strong legs hooks over your body, pinning your ass against his pelvis as his length fills you up desperately. Blissfully. It’s as if Choso Kamo breaks just as soon as he found himself between those pretty legs of yours. Tears flowing, smooth baritone cracking. “Don’t move, I’m gonna hngh! Fuck, just being inside you makes me wanna c-cum.”

“But I need to- oh, you’re so big, Cho—” Keening, your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head at the raw, primal stretch. He was just so big that no matter how many times you took him, it always made your thighs tremble n’ your folds ache.

“Then- then…” Without warning, instead he’s slowly pryin’ apart your bloated pussylips with one thumb. Pushing inside the wads of cum that’d started to spray out of you, “How about this- because I can’t- oh. After so long, I can’t-”

‘After so long’ - it had only been minutes into a sex ban. Close to tears at this point, Choso was just rutting and rutting and rutting. Barely even thrusts- mere, mindless bucks that shoved half his length inside you.

You were so tight that it was like heaven to have him shaping your walls, snagging on each vein zig-zagging down his shaft. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, m’still so sensitive.”

“M-me too-” He chokes out, but he sure wasn’t acting like it.

Because Choso didn’t even need to scour the edge of your cervix to start drilling into you like he was maddened. Hard. Fast. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and his palm slides down your tummy to feel for himself. 

Your boyfriend gasps once he feels the plummeting bump of his rotund cockhead, and presses down. “Don’t think I ever wan’ a sex ban a-again, baby.” He moans, “Never ever- not when I pump you all full like this. Doesn’t matter if I b-break myself-”

“You’re so greedy, baby—” And you can only whine and whine, letting his vicious hips tenderize your back. He was still stuffin’ himself inside just to reach your very end- 

And it takes one, two, three entire thrusts for his thick, ruby-red globe to finally scrape the target of your cervix. For him to snap his bulged eyes open at the realization that he’d finally bottomed out- and for Choso to cum.

Just from the feeling of having his long, pretty cock being sheathed by your cunt.

You’re dripping wet syrup all ‘round him- and he’s just piling onto it. White, stringy wads of cum that pour out of him like a fountain, “F-fuck! Choso, again?”

And if that wasn’t enough, he had one palm still stuck to your front. Pushing down with each knot of seed being fucked right into you, webbing up your poor insides. Again and again and-

“Again-” Choso sputters, and for a second you think he’s answering your previous question. 

That is, until his handsome face removes from its hiding place at your throat, and looks down at the seeping puddle of sap gluing to your thighs below. And something in his expression darkens- “What a waste. Now we hafta go a-again, baby…”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “WHAT?!”

You shouldn’t have tested the king of curses.

You shouldn’t have - because the moment some utter nonsense about a ‘sex ban’ leaves your mouth, Ryomen Sukuna gawks. He grins as if you’d just told the funniest joke humanly possible. 

And he was grinning for the first hour, the first night, all the way up until the second night. When Sukuna’s mouth wasn’t smiling any longer, but the cursed one slashed across his abs was. All pearly canine teeth on display, the slimy expanse of his second tongue slashing outwards.

He was in control. Sukuna’s letting his lavish taste buds slither up your thighs, pushing your panties just to the side so that he can pry apart your puffy folds. Trying to push its way in-

He was…

“F-fuck, Kuna—” You’re shaking out, legs fallin’ further apart so that he can knock his tongue against your neglected clit. 

…definitely not in control. 

“What?” The King gruffs out from beside you, arms crossed stubbornly as if his second gluttonous maw wasn’t just making a complete n’ utter mess of you right now. “Whaddaya want now, spoiled human?”

The lecherous tip of his tongue was just glued to your orifice by now, poking in and out teasingly. Just the way that drove you frenzied with need, bucking up in constant jerks for more, more, more—“I-I wan’ your cock, hngh.”

“You said you wanted a sex ban, brat. You can have one. I can’t control what this thing does.” And as if to prove his point, his tongue gives a punishing spank down onto your perky clit. The devious smirk that breaks across both his mouths is enough to send shivers down your spine. A coral pink brow raises at you smugly, “Unless ya wanna take me yerself.”

He was just teasing. He was just toying with your greedy sanity, drivin’ you further and further up the wall with the mean flicks of his tongue. 

And it’s with a controlled huff that you find yourself getting up onto unsteady limbs. Watching as Sukuna’s sleazy expression distorts into something of shock- you somehow manage to clamor yourself up onto his upper body.

Thighs surrounding his bulky waist, your teary slit kissing the top of his cock. 

Your dominant hand presses between his two cushy pecs pushing the king down, grumbling. “F-fine then.”

He beams up at you - something sinful. “F-f-fuck me, then.”

And you’re just too cute when you act like you can take his dual, rock-hard cocks without any help. Your hips quiver as you’re shufflin’ yourself down inch by agonizing inch, letting the massive circumferences of his lengths stretch you wide open. 

A few of his prominent veins scrape along your softest insides and make you shiver, “See?” Jutting your lower lip out into a pout that makes his crowned cocktips flinch inside of you. “I can take it-” Jerk after jerk that has him bullyin’ apart your walls to squeeze him deeper. “I can- oh, ngh.”

“Haaaa? Yeah, you’re takin’ me, huh, mama?” Rudely, he’s spanking the side of your ass cheeks and that makes you slip your stumbling way further down. And Sukuna has to fight to keep out the crackling moans that try to seep their way into his tone- fuck, why did you have to feel so damn good? “Atta girl. What happened to- hah, to that sex ban, huh? Can’t resist The King- can you, mama?”

“Sh-shut up-” You can’t say anything more- not with the way that his sheer size was filling your mind completely.

Sex ban? What sex ban? The only thing that was ringing throughout your mind was the primal ache of his spearheading cockheads. Thick, globular tip swabbing aside your tightest folds, Sukuna makes you sob with a tunnelling buck. “Heh, s’alright, brat. I get it, this pussy’s just- ngh, weak f’me.” 

“S-s’just your cocks-”

“Just my cocks, hm?” One of his clawed digits drag up the front of your stomach, its honed point dangerously tracing the pathway of his massive cylindrical outlines. “My cocks that are all the way- hngh-” Pressing down on the bumpy ridge of where he was hitting your cervix, “-here. Think you could ever suffer through a sex ban w’me?”

“You were the one wh-who broke it first—” And just on time, his greedy neglected taste buds were rovering ‘round the outside of your pussy. Drinking up each drip-drip-drip of syrupy slick like his very own faucet, “Your tongue is- ngh, the one who- fuck.”

Rolling his cocky crimson eyes, he breaks off your cockdrunken babbling with a thorough few thrusts. Letting the bashin’ away of his crowned tips dig into your womb, “As if, who can you stay without me.” “Isn’t that right? Huhhh? Couldn’t stay away from your king- from my- oh, f-fuck.”

And all it takes is for a singular, soppy squeeze - for your cute walls to come down crushing his greedy lengths. Gluing your soft innards to his veiny shafts- and Ryomen Sukuna stutters.

His voice breaks. 

All it takes is a singular, soppy squeeze for him to be complete putty between your legs, merely bucking up into you like a damn animal in heat. Pump after pump that’s creaming his bludgeoning cockheads- fuck, how did he last this long - two entire days - without your heavenly pussy again?

And you could swear that his tonality was verging into near-whimpers by this point, “I-I mean…anything you want, my queen.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Pretty, please…

You think it had only been mere minutes- likely not even an hour until you had your poor, tortured boyfriend pushing you against the nearest flat surface of your kitchen counter.

His thighs caging you in, his upright cock pressing against your ass and dry humping.

Ino felt like he had gone fucking feral. Pearly whites digging into the side of your neck, guttural grunts leaving him each time the veiny expanse of his cock caught on your sultry folds. You were being used for his lecherous pleasure and you’ve never been wetter- grinding yourself back onto his swollen length. “T-Taku- what do you think you’re doing, hm–?”

“I’m sorry-” It’s the first thing out of his mouth. And he can feel his taste buds sizzle with the oncoming wave of saliva, “I can’t even remember the fucking- fuck! argument just-” His tone dips into something…pleading. “-a sex ban? Really?”

You weren’t entirely serious about it - just a spur of the moment statement to what had been a silly lil’ argument. 

But fuck, was it ruining Ino.

From the inside out, and he was rutting up into you like he was trying to thrust it out. And you can’t help but giggle at the pure desperation in his furrowed brows, “Awww, do you forfeit, baby?”

“I forfeit-” Gasping, panting. The more needy he’s going, the further his globular cockhead is probin’- pushing apart your swollen folds and slide-slide-sliiiiding between them. “Please- please, take of this- fucking sex ban. Just give it t’me- ngh, I want it- I need to have it.”

“Mmm—” Running your fingers underneath his clammy ski mask, you’re swiftly pushing it off and it falls to the floor soundlessly. “Only if you say ‘sorry.’”

Whimpering, “M’sorry-”

“Louder, Taku.”

“M’sorry.” Another snagged thrust- and you’re just weak in the knees. You almost can’t believe you had the audacity to tease his fat, throbbing cock when it just felt so good- Another half-thrust into thin air, another heave. “Please, sweetness. I’m begging- begging.”

You had him nearly on his knees. 

“Mmm, fine then—”

And then, your mouth’s just transforming from a grin to a sultry ‘oh!’ of shock. Because at that very moment, he’s stuffing you so full of his vulgar, thickened cock that you’re overspilling sweet sap. 

Dripping in a glistening ring down the sides of his bulky base, Ino doesn’t wait until you’re adjusting to try and bully himself even deeper. One hand pushing down on the back of your scalp to pin you down, the other holding onto your waist and hitting his toned hips upwards.

“Fuck-” He’s gasping, barely even halfway in but still half-thrusting. The nub of your clit finds its place between his fingers and he squeezes. “Fuck, look at you- I hafta get you, mmm, all shaped to my cock again.”

You’re keening, finding your heels lifted cleanly off of the kitchen tile. He’s mazing his girth into you so hard that the sheer force has him supporting your lower half, “I think you’re doing a ngh- damn good job of it-”

“Not good enough-” And then he’s slapping one of his slender hands down on your slope, two doughy fingerpads of his index n’ middle slipping into your leaky orifice. Streeeetching you out even further— “-yet.”

It’s such stimulating dual pleasure- as if Ino was making up for the meager minutes that he was left without your heavenly pussy. He was fucking you like he was still furious with you, the blushin’ red inches of his cockhead sticking to your cervix with pre. 

“Ya left such a- ngh, big job f’me.” Your boyfriend whispers like a mantra into your ear, scorching the shell with his heated pants. “Gotta claim you a-all over- gotta make you remember- gotta bruise myself into you.”

Crying out, you clamor to find a grip on top of the smooth tiles- and Ino doesn’t let you. Instead, guiding your hands behind your back, pinning you down further. “But I only put the ban on for- ngh- not even for an hour-”

“Do you think I care?” Hissing, breathless. The tip-top of his split-ended shaft scrapes against the bottom of your pussy and he shakes. “I can’t last a fuckin’- oh, hour. Can’t last a minute- a second-”

Pound after pound.

He was just so big that Ino’s length easily probes into your deepest crevices, stretching them open in ways that no other had ever done before. And the slurps emanating from between your shiny legs are deafening, his very favorite song. 

Drunkenly, you find your mouth moving- “What about a nanosec-”

Spank! Yet another hit of his vulgar hips, Ino doesn’t even let you finish your sentence - not even your breath before interrupting you with a graze down your spongy womb. Harder. Sloppier. He’s gracing you with drags that dig into your every spot, stirring with Ino’s throbbing veins all ‘round your walls. “Not even that.”

And oh- maybe he’s addicted to your cunt.

Maybe it’s a problem that he can’t imagine a day without having those pretty, puffy lips of yours kissing the curly hairs at the bottom of his cock.

But, right now, he can’t bring himself to fucking care. Not about anything other than the way he had you all shaking n’ needy underneath him. Cunt being smeared apart with one of his thumbs, Ino reels his lips slightly forwards and spits.

A great, glittering glob that drenches you even further. 

And you’re moaning so loud you nearly don’t hear the next few words spilling from his mouth- “Pretty, neither of us are- fuck- gonna walk out of this kitchen alive by the time m’done with you.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Wife Wife Wife

“A sex ban?” The breathless whisper escapes Gojo’s mouth like it didn’t even mean to. Hoarse. Disbelieving. He hisses right in your face, “A sex ban?”

You’d just joked a lil’ tangent on universal wedding customs to your fiancé, how some said it was unlucky for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. And so, surely, that meant a sex ban the day before the wedding, right?

Little did you know that that was enough to make the strongest sorcerer fall to his knees, as if he’d just had the very soul sucked out of him- enough to make him raise his slender fingers and snap!

“Toru what did you-” You’re gasping, finding yourself suddenly sprawled across your shared bed. Wait a minute- did he just…

“Teleportation.” He jerks his head towards the sound of your voice. Gojo was on top of you now, he was devouring you now- tearing apart every shred of your clothing like it was nothing. Your thighs press together with arousal and he flinches like his extreme senses could fucking smell the sweetness wafting from your ready cunt. 

With a sharp groan he kisses into your mouth- “A s-sex ban-” Sounding like it pained him to merely say those words. “-means we have to fuck it out beforehand, right? Right?”

“Satoru, I don’t know if that’s how it- ngh, works-”

“But that’s not not how it works, right?” Quite sound logic to his lust-addled mind. And you’re helping him just barely slip aside the flimsy fabric of your panties- to which Gojo catches sight of your naked pussy and tears up in pure gluttony. “Oh- oh, yer killing me, sweetheart. How m’I supposed to go even a day with such a pretty wife at my side?”

“W-wife–?” You’re catching his little slip up, even before you two are officially married. And maybe you would have teased him with it, maybe you would have questioned it- 

But anything and everything on the tip of your tongue is being fucked out by Gojo’s furious, weeping tip.

He’s pressing in just an inch- an inch, and he’s letting off a wave of cursed energy so strong that every electric outlet in your bedroom sparks. So big that the orifice of your cunt is streeeetched out on the big, bulging mushroom of his cockhead. 

Barely even inside before he’s rutting and rutting- “My wife-” Gojo rasps, mounting himself further. And in the blink of an eye he has your legs on his shoulder, his muscular back bending down, down, down till he can spit into your opened maw. “My wife- my wife- my wife-”

Puncturing into your most throbbing nooks n’ crannies, you can only mewl through your tears. “F-fuck- so much for a sex ban-”

“A sex ban—” And Gojo jolts like he’d just been struck by the very words, so drunk on your treacly cunt that he’s whirling his dazed gaze to you in panic. “N-not another sex ban-” Before you can fully articulate an answer, he’s burrowing his veiny shaft down your soppy walls even deeper. Like he never wanted to pull out. “You’re not going to fuck- punish me with another one-”

“No no, Satoru, I just-” 

And then you’re cutting yourself off with the whiniest shrill of your life - because Gojo’s biting down onto the side of your clammy throat in case you thought to escape. Clawing his hand down on your scalp, and using the purchase to push you down his bullying length. 

Inch by inch, you’re being pierced.

With the veiny lines down his sides stretching you out perfectly open, Gojo had you drooling out of your stupefied mouth without even trying-

“See? See?” And you’re blinking your bleary peripheries up to find that the strongest was smirking, smug. “Can you honestly tell me with that- fuck, mouth that m’on a sex ban? Huh?”

Hips against hips. You were being pounded into the king-sized bedsprings like he was trying to fuck the very answer out of you. “It was a- hah! Oh fuck-” And you’re faintly registering those lightning bolts of blue ‘round Gojo’s half-lidded eyes, sparking as soon as he drags an open palm down your front.

Mapping out your sultry insides, he’s using his Six Eyes to swerve the bulging tip of his cock straight into your g-spot. Hammering his strawberry divot into your nerves like a smooch—“Fuck! It was a joke, Toru- just a joke-”

Grinning, “Mmm, I know.” Probing his ragged, red length as if the mere mention of that joke pained him. “And the fuck- fucking idea still killed me.”

His tone was breathy, rough - and so was his cadence. 

Because usually, Gojo would be the type to smoothly let his cock ruin you from the inside out, the type to talk you through each suave ministration. Usually.

But right now- he was feral. Big globs of drool decorating the corners of his mouth, right now your pussy was the one ruining him. And he was feverishly trying to wreck you right back- in long, vein-covered strokes that vulgarly fill up every ounce of space inside you. 

Right now, he was gone.

“I know and it- fuck, maybe I’m addicted.” As if he was genuinely wondering in that higher-pitched, shaking voice of his. “I can’t have you h-holding back, sweetheart. I can’t- I can’t-” The more the strongest babbles, the sloppier his pace becomes. 

And the wetter you’re growing, “Oh my god- Toru—” It’s like a waterfall between each of your quivering legs, slick sloshing out after each targeted strike against your g-spot. Thrashes upon thrashes. “M’not gonna ngh- l-last at this rate-”

“Good.” Purposefully, he angles the position of his hips just enough so that Gojo’s pale happy trail will scratch your poor clit raw. Making you see white-hot stars- “Maybe that’ll make you think twice about some s-stupid fuckin’ sex ban.”

As he grumbles away under his breath, you only curl your legs further ‘round his merciless hips. Again and again and again. “Satoru—” You mewl, “I’m gonna- gonna–”

“Mhm—” Something in his blue irises were glowing, and you hear Gojo count down underneath his ragged breath- “Three.”

“Wh-what do you mean-”

“Two-” Another few rhythmic hits, and countless zaps of bliss course through your veins. Rendering your head all stupidly fuzzy, throwing back into your heap of pillows behind. 

“Fuck, don’t tell me, ngh, you’re-”

The curled end of Gojo’s grin twists the more n’ more he’s looking through your body, envisioning right where his bumpy cockhead was nudgin’ your spongy cervix with a final, thorough bash—“One.”

And then it happens- your high crashes into you like a semi-truck. One you didn’t even realize was creeping up onto you so closely- but Gojo certainly did. And he’s fucking you through each stab of euphoria like no other, mentally seeking whenever your high was at its peak to thrust his ravaged length back in n’ out. 

His ravaged, reddened, cumming length - this time, you’re realizing before he does. The fact that Gojo Satoru was reaching his high just from having you cream ‘round his shaft.

The lights go berserk until they shatter, and your husband’s skin feels electric.

Probin’ your tiniest orifices with dewdrops of his pearly white sap, he trickles out so much of his mess that it’s overspilling. Draining down your thighs and making such a mess each time he paps! his hips forwards to fuck it back in- “I’m- fuck, I’m…cumming.” He’s breathing out, blue eyes bulging. “Don’t tell me- ngh, don’t tell me the sex ban’s on from now onwards-”

Your cum-dripping pussy had completely fried his brain - and yours, too. “I don’t think that’s- fuck, Toru- just like that.” It was so heavy having him inside you, splashin’ around with each wild buck.

A few volts of cursed energy spark just as soon as he runs his hand down the front of your stomach. 

Pondering, “I-if I turn this pretty cunt o’ mine into a limitless void with my jujutsu then is it- ngh, technically breaking the sex ban, my wife?”

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week!

“Well,” You roll your eyes over to your left and make contact with Choso’s curious pupils, one of his brows quirking just barely over the reading glasses sitting center at the bridge of his tattooed nose. “We’ve been at it for like two hours with no break.” You explain to the duo.

Gojo slips a notably scarred hand up to the bridge of his glasses and gives them the faintest push upward along his sharp nose. It was such a subtle adjustment and yet even more of your attention was captured anyway. Which is why you look back over to him and nearly flinch at the instant eye contact.

Those cerulean eyes of his are as sharp as ever as they scan over the entirety of your face. Gojo’s got scratches and scars all over his face, trailing down to his neck, and it makes you wonder what the hell he’s doing outside of class…

“We took a break earlier, no?” He asked, tipping his head further to the side to meet eyes with Choso for a hot second.

The brunette shrugs in agreement, “Pretty sure we did.”

Then both of them look at you and you sink back into your chair, crossing your arms over one another and searching the counter ahead for something-, anything else to settle your gaze onto instead of them. You felt like you were being stripped of every flimsy fabric clinging to your person and neither of them had even done anything aside from look at you, expecting some kind of logical explanation to come from you any moment now.

Though, you didn’t exactly have one. What are you supposed to say? ‘Oh, I can’t focus because both of you smell and look ridiculously good.’ As if.

Instead, you reply to them with a shrug of your own and lift your eyes upward in thought, “The break wasn’t long enough,” You explain with an irritated exhale. “All this studying is overworking my brain.”

Poking his lower lip out a bit, Gojo tuts, “Hmph. So, you wanna do something else?”

Your head turns to him and you blink. “Like what?”

A shade of pink instantly coats his cheeks and now he’s the one finding something on the table to focus his eyes on, “W-Well I dunno, I didn’t exactly have anything in mind…”

You let off a scoff and then quickly turn over to your left.

“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one who needed a break or suggested we do anything else.” Choso quickly breathes out before dropping his eyes to the book in front of him.

And this is exactly what you dealt with almost every other day for the past few weeks—both of them getting weirdly shy at the most absurd moments. It never made any sense to you. You didn’t even do anything; why were they the shy ones? Perhaps it was because they were in your apartment this time? Who knows.

With a sassed roll of your eyes, you push to stand up, “Well, you two should go ahead ‘n leave then...”

“What?” Gojo’s heard gasping dramatically as his head lifts to trail your every movement with his cerulean gaze, “But you have four hours with us.” 

Then, before you could even try to get any sort of reply out past your lips, here comes Choso, lightly nudging you on your leg with the end of his pencil as he too looks up at you, “Yeah, you can’t just tap out on us halfway through.” 

His words ring throughout the air for a hot second before you slowly look at him with perked brows, eyes searching his own for a direct clarification regarding the context in which he meant that.

Gulping, a shade of red coats the tips of his ears as he quickly turns his head to the side, “I-I don’t mean it like that, I just…”

While his words fade off, Gojo comes back in and suavely keeps up with whatever vibe had just entered the atmosphere between you three just now. “He could mean it like that if you wanted him to though,” He says with a shrug while leaning back against his rather uncomfortable stool.

Choso chokes and his doe-like brown eyes frantically fawn over to his tutoring partner, “What—” 

“Seriously?” You breathe out, glancing back and forth between the two.

Both of them lock eyes with one another before redirecting their eyes back to you. Gojo’s got a smirk on his face but Choso looks nervous.

A soft exhale leaves Gojo’s nose and he leans up, moving to rest his head against his knuckles as he props his arm up against the countertop—glasses slipping down a bit with his movements, “Why do you look interested?” 

You focus on him for a second and you think your brain begins to lag, “I-I’m not—”

“Oh.” Choso hums, sounding almost disappointed.

You redirect back over to him, “No, I mean-, oh my God,” Your eyes roll and you lift a single hand to wipe over your face, “Can you guys not do this?”

“Do what?” They ask in sync.

With an almost defeated sigh, you simply plop back down into your seat. It’s almost annoying how they can be so hot and yet so clueless at the same time. Or perhaps they were just pretending to be oblivious, who knows.

“Tappin’ back in?” Gojo teases, earning a glare from you. To which his lips curve up into a smirk and his eyes lower a little, “So you really are interested then?” 

Well, it’s not like you ever said you weren’t, right? Honestly, look at the two guys for a second. Who wouldn’t be interested? On one hand, you have Gojo Satoru, a staggering six feet three inches tall, as clumsy as they come, eyes bluer than the Pacific, hair as soft ‘n fluffy as ever, and above all else; as sexy as a man could ever be.

Then… there was Choso. The complete opposite in terms of aesthetics. Long dark hair, chocolatey brown eyes, an inked face, a bit less clumsy but definitely looks shy as hell, and of course, just as handsome as your other tutor.

And of course, they both wore these annoyingly whorish frames—you weren’t sure if they were even prescribed or not but either way, the display of those slutty glasses resting so perfectly on both of their faces did nothing more than intrigue you to no end. Which is why you always leave these sessions feeling oh so distracted. 

Eventually, you sigh and move to pull out your phone, checking the time briefly. “We have two hours left, right?” You ask softly.

“Sure do,” Choso replies, a sudden confidence sparking within his tone.

“Okay, so… let’s say I am interested,” You suggest with a gentle voice, the sound almost careful as you glance between the two guys. Their entire undivided attention was focused solely on you and fuck was it just as nerve-wracking as any other time they stared at you in sync. “...Now what?”

It’s quiet for a few beats, as if both men were trying to process what you just said and wrap their minds around it. The fact that your question came out so genuine took them both by surprise, despite their teasing.

Gojo’s the first to crack the silence since he’s the one who’s been egging this on the most, “Wait, w-what?” He stammers all of a sudden, trying not to flinch out of nervousness when you focus on him, and clearing his throat afterwards.

You lean toward him and crack a smirk. He’s kinda cute when he’s nervous, you could practically read it all over his face that he wasn’t expecting you to agree, “You heard me. I asked what happens now that I am interested?”

“Oh, I was uh,” He averts his eyes elsewhere, “I was just fuckin’ with you…”

Your expression falls flat, and you almost immediately grow irritated by the way he led you on like that. “Really? But, you were just so confident a few seconds ago,” The way you’re still looking directly at him is making this bothersome wave of heat creep up against his neck, blood rushing to his cheeks again as he unknowingly blushes, hard. “What happened, Satoru?”

“Please,” Gojo breathes out, clearing his throat to hide the near-submissive tone he’d just taken, “Don’t… don’t say my name like that.”

You blink. “Like what?”

Grumbling something beneath his breath, Gojo turns his head to look past you and at Choso—as if to silently request his help. Choso meets his gaze instantly and then your head turns back to the brunette, who feels his breath hitching in his throat with the intimidating eye contact you greet him with.

“What?” You breathe out, trying to figure out why both of them keep looking at each other like that. “One second you two are teasing me but then when I wanna go through with it, you both back out. Why?”

Bashfully, Choso moves a calloused hand to scratch at the back of his neck, “It was just some harmless teasing, we didn’t expect you to uhm… Well, I didn’t think you’d actually be interested.”

“Me neither,” Gojo throws in, “I just saw that look on your face and started saying whatever came to mind…”

You turn to him, “What look?”

A lump is suddenly caught in his throat and for whatever reason, talking to you is so hard now that he knows you’re interested in pressing forward with all the teasing. “It’s in your eyes,” He murmurs to you, “You start looking away from us and then your tone softens as if you’re afraid to get the words out—like you’re afraid to let us hear you.”

Batting your lashes at the man, you can’t help but sit there and stare at him all dumbfoundedly. He… pays attention to you that much? This is the same guy who was just blushing like an idiot two seconds ago, right?

“Y-Yeah,” Of course Choso’s throwing his two cents in next, as if he only gains confidence after Gojo says something worth piggybacking off of. “But then you’ll do that thing with your eyes and look at us like you wanna…”

“Wanna what?” You press. You were finally getting somewhere with this. It seemed like acting clueless here would be your best bet.

He rolls his shoulders back a bit in an attempt at maintaining his confidence before just barely meeting your expectant eyes, “You give this, like, seductive look. Like you wanna eat us alive, and not in a cannibalistic way.”

Snorting, you can’t help but break out a smile at that. “You can just say I look at you like I wanna fuck, y’know.”

His head turns away entirely, and you catch just how reddened his ears are.

“...It’s a bit intimidating,” Gojo tells you, “I prefer the other way you look at me.”

You go to turn back to him, but just as you do, you’re met with him standing now, towering over you in a way that makes you feel small—despite the pink still decorating that angelic face of his.

Gojo leans down a little to you and tilts his head, “Like that, I like that expression.”

You simply gape up at him, “Why?”

You can see his confidence faltering a bit once your question hits his ears but, he's trying… “Well,” Gojo lets his eyes trail along your face before shrugging, giving his best attempt at sounding like he knows what he’s doing. “It’s hot.”

“Yeah?” You suddenly purr, making him want to fall to his knees before you all over again. One change in your tone, and he’s ready to adhere to your every wish and desire in the blink of an eye. 

You open your mouth to tease him some more but the sound of your chair moving against the floor behind you makes you angle your head back to see Choso standing and drawing himself closer to the two of you. “That’s not fair,” He pouts a little, leaning in closer to you. “I wanna see the expression Satoru gets to see.”

It can be a bit overwhelming to have two hot guys standing so close to you like this, both gazing at you as if your every faint facial shift was the thread holding together their very lifeline. Slowly, Choso moves a hand around to tip your head back to him fully and his body grazes your backside in the process.

Whispering, “Is this it, Satoru?” Choso asks.

Gojo tilts his head a little more to get a better look at the way you’re holding eyes with Choso and then he nods, “Yeahh, that’s the look.”

You gulp and Choso lets a hum vibrate deep against his throat, “Then you’re right,” His fingers start slipping down your jawline and to your neck as he leans in a little more, “It is hot.”

Gojo lifts a careful hand next and finds his fingers taking your chin into his hold and pulling your attention back to him. “Hey,” He coos, “Don’t forget about me, yeah?”

You swallow thickly. You could feel Choso creeping even closer behind you, the tip of his nose soon grazing the side of your neck while Gojo remained in front of you—staring down at your lips completely unashamed.

“You said you were interested, right?” Gojo asks, closing whatever distance remained between his frame and your own.

You could feel your body heating up already just from finding yourself sandwiched in between the two guys like this. How did you end up here again…?

You nod, just barely. “Yeah, but are the two of you just teasing me again or…” Gojo slips the tip of his thumb up to trace the outline of your lower lip and you almost forget to finish your statement. “Or are you ready to follow through this time?”

“Depends,” Gojo cracks a smirk you’ve never seen on him before and then weighs himself close enough so that his minty breath is tickling the skin of your lips, “Do you want us to follow through?”

Before giving you the chance to reply to that, Choso slithers his touch down to your waist and gives you a featherlight squeeze, “You really wanna know how long you can last with us before tapping out?” He asks shyly, referring to the earlier statement that started this whole thing, “Y’know we’re not gonna let you give up halfway through.”

Gulping, “I think…” Suddenly, your hands start moving, and you place one overtop of Choso’s, and the other slips up a bit to tug on Gojo’s blue cardigan. “Both of you should have a little more faith in me.”

And then you’re pushing your lips against Gojo’s and he’s letting out a whorish moan into your mouth—both caught off guard and relieved at the sensation of finally getting to feel the same lips he shamefully stares at during every study session. You kiss the man like you’re hungry for him and it makes his knees weak in seconds, mind spinning at the reality of finally being able to kiss you.

When you do pull away, it’s only to quickly turn your head back to Choso and crash your lips onto his, readjusting your hands against both of them to tug them closer to you by their shirts.

While your lips work against Choso’s, he’s letting off this whine into your mouth as if he’d never been touched before—especially with the way you were holding onto his shirt to keep him from pulling away. All as Gojo angles his focus to your neck and feels your own little groans vibrating against your throat in the midst of receiving double the attention.

Gojo fights the urge to pull your lips back to his own and you feel his mouth spread over your skin just mere seconds before he bites down. In surprise, you end up gasping in Choso’s mouth and he uses that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in. In that moment you felt like you needed some kind of control here.

Choso was pushing deeper into your mouth and Gojo was leaving marks all over your neck. Naturally, you let your hand reach down and grab the twitching bulge Gojo’s been hiding for far too long now. At that, he snatches his mouth away from your neck with a reddened face and a hitched gasp.

His lashes bat and he lets his eyes fall to your hand that’s trailing the outline of his hard cock. “Fuck,” Gojo breathes, falling right back into your neck and letting his hips rock into your hand while you touch him. 

Your other arm wraps around Choso’s neck and you feel him smile into the kiss for only a split second and then his hand meets your throat to keep you from pulling away this time. Gojo adjusts slightly and presses small kisses into your shoulder before moving as far as to kiss Choso’s fingers.

It’s only because of that as to why you feel Choso’s hand leave you and he finally breaks the kiss. When your eyes open, you find Choso’s eyes focused just past you and your head oh-so-curiously turns just to see Gojo sucking on the tip of his thumb now. You unintentionally squeeze his cock through the layers of his clothing and Gojo’s moans before parting his lips and taking Choso’s thumb into his mouth fully.

“Shit,” Choso whispers, pressing the pad of his thumb against Gojo’s tongue to watch the unbelievably slutty expression the man makes in reaction.

In the midst of that, you let your hand pull away from Gojo’s crotch and try to slide it past his waistband. Just when the faintest bit of your fingers graze his bare skin, he tugs his mouth away from Choso’s hand and turns right into you to distract you with another kiss.

While his lips run over yours, he takes your wrist and instead guides you over toward Choso, who takes your hand and drags it down his body until you reach his erection. “I need your attention too, y’know,” He comments, feeling the way you respond by running your hand over his outline just like you did with Gojo.

Though, it almost seemed like you were trying to feel the difference between the two. Especially with the way you smile into your current kiss.

The moment you do, Gojo tugs away and scoffs. “You’re having too much fun with this,” He whispers.

Choso’s lightly pressing his hips into your palm but he’s nodding, “Way too much fun.” He adds on.

Despite their collective realization, both of the men are panting and blushing a bit more than they even realize. They both look as though this is the most they’ve felt of a woman in forever and the mix of starvation and desperation in their eyes is driving you insane.

You open your mouth to say something against their claims but Gojo speaks before you can, “You can feel how badly we want it but..”

Choso picks up right where Gojo leaves off, “Makes’ us wonder how worked up all this has you.”

You’re swallowing something down before you even realize you are, probably nerves as you feel your face heat up. You think you liked them both a little bit more when they were the nervous ones. Taking a deep breath, “I–”

“Show us,” Gojo cuts off.

To which Choso leans closer, “Please?”

——

It never takes much for you and you weren’t exactly the strongest soldier.

Only a few moments later and you find yourself in your living room with the two men now, in quite the position, as well.

Now sitting in Gojo's lap as he holds your legs open, you watch with heavy batted breath as Choso lowers himself down onto his knees in between your perfectly parted thighs.

Gojo's fingers soothe over the inner parts of your legs, watching the way your cunt twitches cutely against the soddened fabric of your panties and he chuckles. His warm breath tickles your ear and you're already squirming against him, "Looks like you've been cravin' this for a while now, huhh?" He utters behind the shell of your ear.

Your jaw falls open a little and all you can do is gasp at the feeling of Choso hooking his eager fingers around the lace of your panties and giving the fabric a polite tug, soon revealing your gorgeous cunt to both of their greedy eyes.

"She had to have been," Choso hums as his eyes rake over the slick dribbling so prettily out of your pulsing pussy. You just barely catch the way he stuffs your panties into his pockets before leaning in close and taking a strong inhale of your scent.

You shift in Gojo's lap again and he chuckles, "That was kinda hot, wasn't it?" He asks you. The worst thing about the situation you've found yourself in has to be the fact that you felt the wild jump of Gojo's lengthy cock under the curve of your ass.

Turning your head away, you let off another sigh, "Y-Yeah, I guess..." You murmur, earning a scoff from Gojo.

Suddenly a hand is meeting your jaw and he's turning your head back into place, "Don't do that, bring back the confidence you had earlier. C'mon, tell Cho' how pretty he looks down there, won't you?"

Choso gulps at the sound of that and his eyes so gently flick up to you, the natural plea that rests so perfectly in those dark brown pupils of his making your body react with another filthy drip of arousal. Then the brunette has the nerve to give you this innocent lil tilt of his head and you swear you can feel a sense of cockiness oozing off of him all of a sudden.

Your lips spread to try and follow Gojo's instructions but you get a bit distracted by the way Choso turns to kiss your inner thigh, trailing said kisses up until his lips are grazing over your drooling cunt.

And of course, seeing all of this, Gojo only wants to make things all the more difficult for you so he leans into your neck and kisses you too. Then his hands pull your legs up a bit more, forcing you to spread open even further. At that, Choso moves in and quickly latches his lips onto your folds, giving them one firm suck to taste.

Gojo's tongue is felt darting out against the skin of your neck and you swear your entire body is on fire right now. The moan that leaves your throat as Choso begins to drag his tongue lazily between your soaked hole and as Gojo redirects his hands up to your tits is rather pathetic.

You'd forgotten all about the little direction Gojo had given you and all you could focus on was the way Choso's mouth felt clinging onto your pussy as if it were the sweetest taste to ever hit his tongue and the way Gojo rolled and pinched your nipple in between his fingers, pressing hot kisses all into the side of your neck simultaneously.

It was too much attention in too many places all at once. And that was just the foreplay.

Soon, Gojo is messily unbuttoning your shirt and exposing your tits to the confined study room, grabbing a handful of your breasts and fondling them against his palms before his voice meets your ears again.

“I wonder how many of these tutoring sessions you’ve spent imagining this,” He whispers, tipping his head to the side a bit to get a good look at the rather starved Choso in between your legs. “All those times you were in a daze, is this what you were thinking about? Having us like this?”

Choso’s lips pry away from you and he quickly replaces them with a rude thrust of his two fingers into your squelching cunt, your arousal dripping all messily off of his skin as he lifts his head and focuses on your expression.

He watches the way you struggle to get out words instead of moans and it only makes the corner of his lips twitch. 

You let out a bated breath and both men are hanging off every sound and syllable that’s leaving your lips, “N-No, I… fuck, I’ve never-”

Choso curls his thick fingers against your sopping walls and tilts his head innocently at you, “Don’t lie now. Surely you didn’t get this wet from a couple of kisses,” He hums, voice a pitch deeper than you remember. This time when you look at him, you can’t help but notice the bit of fog building up on the bottom edge of his glasses.

Your back arches up from Gojo’s chest a bit and you could practically hear him smiling behind you. “I think she did, Cho.” He chuckles right next to your ear.

Watching Choso’s fingers dive in and out of you, you’re left sitting there forced to listen to the two exchange words as if you’re not even there. Choso merely takes his free hand and pushes his frames higher up onto his tattooed nose bridge before flashing a wet smile, “Yeah? Think’ she’s that sensitive?”

Gojo lets his hands meet your legs and he stretches you out even wider, grinning, “Mhm, look at her. Falling apart over just your fingers.” He teases before turning his head to kiss the side of your face.

Your mouth was busy opening and closing every few seconds but the only sound that actually escaped your throat was one pathetic moan after the other. 

Catching sight of this, Choso pouts as if he were mocking you, “She can’t even speak, aww.” He coos with a hypnotic curl of his fingers inside you, letting them caress spots you swear you could never reach on your own.

This time you let out a groan and your head falls back on one of Gojo’s shoulders, “Don’t… patronize me.. ah-, assholes.” You just barely manage out.

To which Choso scoffs, “She says while moaning.”

“Shut up.” You huff right back at him.

And then of course Gojo comes right back to your ear, whispering, “Shut him up, sweetheart.” Before moving his hand to yours and directing your fingers back into the dark tresses of Choso’s hair.

You feel the man’s digits falter inside you at the touch alone and a small gasp slips past his lips the moment he feels you grasping at his hair and forcing him back down in between your legs. The next thing you feel is his tongue on your clit again, greeting it with a needy lather of drool and one messy flick as if he belonged exactly there.

 “There you go, atta’ girl.” Gojo’s voice is hitting you again and his hand leaves your own, “Doesn’t that feel so much better?”

You’re nodding almost dumbly for a second, mumbling a hardly coherent, “Uhuh.” Before Choso starts spelling something out with his tongue while his fingers are busy drawing out the messiest of squelches from your cunt.

Not that you ever get time to focus on only one thing with these two though, “And what about me?” Gojo starts once more, his hands at your sides now—trailing up, “Will I get the same treatment if I keep talking, hm?”

You scoff, “You’d like that too much.”

He rolls his eyes and then nods his chin at Choso, “And you think he doesn’t?”

“He-,” Just as you’re about to work out some sort of argument to that, though you’re not sure what, Choso drags his fingers out of you and quickly replaces them with the entirety of his mouth. He lets out a heavy groan against you and you lose all train of thought. “Oh fuck, right there..”

Gojo, ever the drama king, starts frowning. His hands are busy fondling your tits now but he’s far too greedy for that to give him any sort of satisfaction in all this, “I’m starting to feel left out, y’know.” He tells you.

You glance at him and with only one look into your eyes, he could tell you were far too wrapped up in pleasure to manage out any sort of solution to that. Even so, you do try to get something out even with your voice wavering with moans, “Satoru, I–”

“Are you now?” Choso’s heaving out all of a sudden.

The man who was just on the verge of locking his jaw trying to get more of your taste down his throat quickly receives the attention of both of you. He’s licking at his lips and you quickly notice how his eyes are trained entirely on Gojo like he was about to be his next object of starvation.

You hear the way Gojo gulps and his voice is almost quieter, “Just a little, yeah.”

Nodding, Choso leans down one more time to sloppily kiss your dewy pussy, “Mh.” He hums before sitting almost all the way up, “C’mere then.”

“W-What?” Gojo stammers, your tits still in his palms.

“I said come here.” The brunette repeats more sternly.

Maybe you imagined this part but you swear you feel Gojo’s cock jump against your ass. And before he can even try to move, the impatient Choso is already leaning up toward the two of you and taking Gojo’s jaw in one hand—the other not failing to make up for the lack of his mouth with two fingers diving right back into you. Brows furrowed and pout ever-so-present on your face, you watch closely as Choso presses his lips into Gojo’s.

Then, Gojo’s hips roll upward to grind into you slightly as Choso shares your taste with him. 

The kiss they share is absolutely nasty and depraved on both ends. Choso’s tongue is sinking into Gojo’s mouth and you hear both of them groaning against one another. You sit there, quite literally in between the two, watching the way Gojo’s drooling into it and the way their lips glide over one another sensationally.

Choso’s fingers trash at your insides with each second his lips remain on the man behind you and you eye the way he swallows up every slutty sound that washes out of Gojo’s throat.

By the time they finally pry away from one another, you think you’ve just about soaked the entirety of Gojo’s lap. 

The brunette lets out a pant and you think this is the most confident you’ve seen him since-, well, ever. “Still feeling left out, pretty boy?” He asks softly. Gojo shakes his head, cheeks as flushed out as ever, and Choso lets out a scoff. Then he glances down at his fingers and slips them out of you just to smile at the sight. “Good because someone here really enjoyed that.”

“Hm?” Gojo hums lightly, letting his eyes follow Choso’s. As he sees the sheer mess you’ve left all over Choso’s hand, he laughs breathlessly. “Ohh, you liked that huh?”

And just like that you were right back where this all started, in between the two of them and unable to focus on anything. This time, instead of studying, it was the raw attention and focus you were receiving from the two of them at the same time that made your brain feel all numb.

All you could do was nod, refusing to open your mouth in fear of whatever sinful noise was destined to pour out of you.

“Of course you did.” Gojo comments. 

Choso lets out a little hum of his own and pulls away from both you and Gojo, “Good thing we’re not done with you yet.” He says before diving his fingers past his lips and licking off the mess you’d left there.

You hear Gojo gulp behind you, “...We’re not?”

To which Choso cocks a brow, “Don’t you wanna taste directly from the source? Bet’ you she’s even sweeter after she cums.”

——

And that’s roughly how you end up where you are now—lying back flat against the couch with Gojo getting his taste of you. One could argue that he’s a far messier eater than Choso is and in a way, that’s almost better.

If you thought Choso had you losing your mind, you think Gojo’s a little bit worse. Especially since he spent all that time waiting and watching. Gojo’s breath mingles hotly into the drooling folds of your cunt and he only uses a single hand to keep you spread open for his tongue to work against you.

Not only is he messier but he’s also nastier, pulling away for only seconds just to let a fat glob of spit trickle down in between your slit. And after each time, you’d watch the way he flashes this drunken smile before diving right back in.

Choso, also not wanting to be forgotten, has been busy holding your legs open and whispering softer praises into your ear. He’d taunt you with murmurs of, “Whose tongue do you like better?” and, “You’re so loud. Does it really feel that good?”

Each question goes pretty much unanswered since you’re too busy moaning and writhing around Gojo’s tongue but at some point Choso gets a bit jealous. You had enough energy to respond to Gojo before when he was talking to you.

Hence why Choso slides a hand down and starts thumbing at your clit in a slight attempt at gaining your attention again. Does it work? Not really since you feel Gojo sliding his mouth up and kissing both Choso’s recently added thumb and your clit at the same time.

The motion seems to catch Choso off guard and he glances down at Gojo, “C-Can’t you focus on one thing at a time?” He unintentionally stammers.

Instead of answering, Gojo takes that greedy mouth of his and angles it further onto Choso’s thumb before it slips past his lips and into his mouth completely. Before you could whine at the abrupt loss of attention where you were currently making a mess of your couch—Gojo’s multitasking and shoving two long fingers inside you.

Both you and Choso have the same flushed reaction as you two watch Gojo put on the sluttiest little show. His other hand meets Choso’s wrist and he starts sucking on his thumb as if he were needy for something more all whilst scissoring his digits against your sappy walls.

Choso opens his mouth to say something but he’s cut off by Gojo pulling away from his thumb all of a sudden, “If you wanted my attention so badly, you should’ve just asked for it.” He calls out, tilting his head a little, “Y’know, instead of getting in the way of my meal.”

You glance up at Choso and watch the way his face reddens as he snatches his hand away from Gojo. “I-I didn’t–”

Choso’s cut off again, this time by watching Gojo lower his mouth to you once again and give your pussy the lewdest slurp as he suckles your taste into his mouth. Gojo looks down and watches the way your body spasms in reaction and he scoffs, “See? Look at what you were interrupting, Cho.”

He grits his teeth in reaction and wants to say something snarky in response but he instead feels something wet drop onto his other hand. Looking down, Choso realizes he was drooling and quickly wipes his mouth off.

Now, whether or not he was drooling because of the way Gojo just sucked his thumb off or because of the way Gojo was now moaning into your cunt was completely unbeknownst to him. Either way, Gojo had something to do with it and it was starting to make Choso feel embarrassed.

Wiping his mouth off all aggressively, he hears a slight chuckle coming from you and his eyes fall onto your face immediately. 

Letting out a small bit of laughter, you end up pointing at his face, “You’re blushing, Cho.”

Said blush only worsens when you point it out and he groans, “You have no room to speak. I just watched you cum on his tongue three times in a row.”

Gasping at a sudden smack against your cunt from Gojo’s hand, your back arches up and the hand you’ve got down in his hair gives his head a mean tug. You hear the way Gojo whines but your focus is still slightly on teasing Choso.

Breathlessly, “A-And you… hah… came untouched,” You point out.

Baffled, Choso’s brows push together and he looks down at himself just to see yet another embarrassing sight. His eyes flick up to you and he opens his mouth but you’re reaching for him and pulling him down before he can try to explain himself.

And then your lips are on his and you’re using the kiss to drown out your whines and whimpers due to Gojo’s persistent lapping. It’s all messy with the way you’re letting yourself melt onto Choso’s lips while Gojo’s thick tongue works you toward yet another orgasm.

At some point you bite on Choso’s bottom lip and he pulls away from your mouth, wincing in surprise. When his eyes open and fall on you, he’s met with the sight of your body trembling a little and you look so blissfully fucked out.

He glances down at Gojo for a moment, who looks like he hasn’t moved an inch within the past few minutes and is currently ignoring the weak push of your hand against his head.

“Choso,” You whisper, earning his eyes on you again.

He raises a brow in faint concern and lets his head weigh to the side a little, “What? Doesn’t that feel good?” He coos.

You’re gaping at the man for only a second longer before he watches your eyes roll back and your body arch off the couch, “I-It’s too much, I-I can’t… mgh, I’m gonna-”

“Again?” Choso grins.

You shake your head, “N-No-, fuck. This is-, hnngh-, d-different.”

“Different?” He repeats, quickly turning to Gojo who’s all but lost in eating you out. 

He’s branding his tongue into your pussy at this point, having seared his name into it multiple times—first and last. When Choso looks at the man again, he’s met with Gojo’s pussydrunken blue eyes. Most of his face is soaked in remnants of you and he’s stuffed his tongue into you enough times to leave all of his jaw and neck soaked.

Pulling away just barely, Gojo mumbles, “She’s gonna squirt.” And then smiles and dives right back in.

You feel his tongue lull around your clit in messy circles and his drenched fingers slip right back into you again—printing his fingertips against your g-spot and grinning through every second of it. 

It’s a messy repetition of tugging his fingers out, sucking every drop off of them, and then sliding them back in for a while and your legs are really trembling now. You could feel yourself clenching and slavering up just about everything in between your legs at the moment.

It’s not until Gojo removes his hand entirely and starts grinding against the couch for friction while only using his mouth again that Choso shakes out of his little daze and clears his throat.

“Shit, Satoru move over.” Without waiting for a response, he’s quickly shifting himself toward Gojo and nearly shoving the guy over just to make some room for himself—your legs flailing further open just to fit both men in between them.

Gojo’s far too drunk in lust to argue with Choso but you see the frustration in his white furrowed brows when Choso angles his head closer and takes your clit into his mouth. Gojo lets off an annoyed groan against the puffy lips of your pussy, and the two are practically fighting over space with their tongues now.

With both of them on you, you don’t have room to say anything or even speak at all since you’re left whimpering and holding onto both of their heads—weakly pushing at them and yet lifting your hips to their faces simultaneously.

Not even a minute with both of their mouths on you passes before you’re finally finally squirting like they both seemed to want you to. It’s only then that they pull their faces away a little—only enough to watch the way you shake and enough for you to quite literally wet up their glasses.

“Fuuck,” Gojo chokes out for the first time in what felt like forever, voice all husky and eyes just watching the filthy mess you’re making just a few inches away from him. 

Choso’s got the same surprised expression on his face and even in your panting and huffing, you manage to catch a glimpse of the way you, quite literally, wet up the entirety of both of their glasses.

By the time you’re done, your body is quivering and your arms have found themself over your face—hiding your expression from your two tutors who were still staring at you in pure awe.

Eventually, you hear one of them chuckling and lift your arm just a little to look. Gojo’s got the biggest smile on his face and his glasses are in his hands now, using the bottom of his shirt to clean them off. “I can finally scratch that off my bucket list.”

You and Choso both blink in innocent unison. The brunette looks at you for a second and then back at Gojo, “Cross… what off of your bucket list?”

Gojo holds his glasses up and his smile seems to widen, “Using these for something other than to see.” He says with a small shrug.

Choso lifts his hand to his frames and takes them off just to look at them. He quickly finds himself admiring the wet mess you’ve made of them and it clicks in his head exactly what Gojo was talking about. 

“Huh. Hey uh,” He looks over to you and squints a little so he can tell whether or not you’re still covering your face, and when he spots you looking at him, he smiles. “After we clean you up, can I take a picture of them like this?”

You don’t think your brain is all the way there yet so you find yourself just staring at him instead of answering—trying to figure out if he actually just asked you that.

“…And after he’s done with that, can I lick them off?” Gojo adds in.

At that, you let your legs fall shut and turn to face the couch instead of them. Letting out a steady reply for the first time in what had felt like forever, “You’re both sluts—do whatever you want.”

Choso smirks, “Hot.”

And Gojo bites his bottom lip, “Can we start with that during our next ‘study’ session?”Oh yeah, that’s right. You were supposed to be studying with these two…

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Damn…

You’re turning around to look at him- and the utterly crestfallen look on Toji’s face makes you giggle. 

All of this might just be punishment for his forgetfulness, but you can’t deny that it sent a special zap of thrill down your spine to be the one making the Toji Fushiguro desperate like this.

Sauve. Cool. Collected.

Not even in the middle of his most impossible targets did he ever break a sweat- and yet, just your contemplative hum makes his breath hitch. Finger on your chin, wondering whether he deserved to have the sex ban taken off…or whether you wanted to make him grovel a little more.

His dark brows furrow, the tips of Toji’s ears burning. “The hell are ya laughing at?”

“Oh, nothing.” You’re humming, making your way over to the usual treadmills. “I’ll see you after the workout~”

“Huh? Wait-” He watches you leave. “What do you mean we’re working out separately now- wait—”

But alas, it was too late. 

And you’re left with a fuming Toji Fushiguro. The gym floor quakes a little as he immediately storms over to the weight-lifting section, bench pressing just about double his personal max in less than ten minutes.

And it was a challenge. Arms straining on the metal pole, veins popping out in his neck. They cascaded down the expanse of his chiselled chest, dipping even lower down where his tank top drenches in sweat, even lower…His sweat seeped through his skin-tight top- leaving a glistening sheen across those biceps. You swear they looked about the size of your head when pumped like this.

Toji’s expression was almost erotic - dark brows furrowed, skin slightly flushed. His features seemed locked between something of a scowl and a sweet pleasure.

Sweet, sweet pleasure.

You’re watching him through the mirrors covering the walls- and it seemed that you weren’t the only one. People couldn’t tear their eyes off of Toji.

Some of the older women. Some of the personal trainers.

Even a few couples- yes, both of them.

And it makes something in you…bubbles. Something at the pit of your stomach that you don’t quite know how to name- but sour, sour realization floods you just as soon as you’re taking in the gaggle of college students. They were ogling Toji - as most were - yet the only difference remained in the fact that they were pushing one of the girls towards him. Phone in hand.

No doubt to ask for his phone number.

And that’s when you’re stopping your machine.

Heading over to your boyfriend in an instant—you reach him just as soon as he’s setting his loaded barbell on the rack. Breath ragged. Chest heaving. Without thinking much of it, he’s tugging on the hemline of his tank top n’ wiping the sweat off of his face - revealing such defined abs that it makes your own mouth water.

He sure was a sight to see- but that didn’t mean that just anyone could gawk at him. 

And just because you imposed a sex ban, doesn’t mean that anyone could try and swoop in…

Toji’s green eyes flicker over to you instantly- “Eh? Come to tease me again-”

“I need to talk to you—” And without a second wasted, you’re holding onto one of Toji’s large wrists. Tugging him to his feet, you can’t help the pointed inflection in your voice as you continue- “-babe.”

The giggling group silences. 

In just a few minutes- you have your feet headed towards the empty locker rooms, your hands pushing Toji into the nearest stall you find. He’s letting such a sleazy smirk cover his face as he lets himself be fucking pushed inside—

Before the shower turns on and suddenly you’re being fucked against the blue-and-white tile. 

Your back against the wall. His roverin’ cockhead pounding into you at such a frenzied pace. Feverish. Furious.

Almost angry with your pussy for not lettin’ him feel you sooner.

He was just so biiiig and blushing that Toji manages to hit every spot- without even trying, he has you crying and mewling into his arms. Pushing in just long thrusts—“Fuck.” Toji whispers, hoarse tone barely audible over the rushing of the water. “Fuuuuuck, how I missed my pretty girl.”

You throw your arms around his shoulders. “M-missed you, too.” He was ruttin’ into you so hard that the heels of your feet were being cleanly lifted off of the tiled floors - and Toji himself was holding you up. With just a single hand on your waist.

One more between your legs n’ flicking your clit fervently—

Such a sinful grin spreads across Toji’s face. “Oh? Really?” Before the digits upon your clit start thumbing between your pussylips n’ spreading them all wiiiiiide open. Further and further open. He takes a gooood, long look at your drivelling hole—“Because I was talking about this pretty pussy right here.”

Your jaw drops.

“I-I—” Head dizzying with how fast he’s pinpointing every tiny spot with his tip. Hittin’ even the most hidden of crannies with his accurate, split-ended crown - over and over. Upturning those walls of yours and finding even more that you knew only he could reach—“I meant-” Fucking you from the flared tip of his shaft and down, down, dooooown to the girth of his base—decorated with so many curls of black that scraaatch at your core. “I mean…ngh, fuck.”

“My pussy-” He echoes out. “M-my pussy…” And Toji Fushiguro had the audacity to cock his head, his shaggy black bangs swaying. “What were you talking about, mama?”

Enough to leave you speechless- and to leave him grinning at his success. “That’s not the answer to that question, girl.”

“I know, but-”

“There are no buts.” Toji scoffs, rolling his verdant eyes. 

And before you know it, he’s scooping you up into his arms- feet off the floor, ankles knotting around his waist. Toji pulls away from the tile then - who the hell said he needed the support of some damn wall to hold his pretty girl up? He’s merely tuggin’ you to him like a koala, stuck against his chiselled front—pounding up even harder n’ haaaaarder. Dragging his thick, vein-covered cock even loooonger down your channel.

“Sh-shit—” Throwing your head back. Gravity is making you slip n’ slide down Toji’s incredible body, your front pressing up against his abs. All you can really do is hold onto dear life.

You claw your fingers down his buff shoulders - hard enough to draw blood - and Toji merely fucking chuckles. “Toji, it feels so good—”

“I know.” He answers cockily- before craning his head down and aiming a dollop of spittle between your legs. Strikin’ your pussy dead-on. Even though he didn’t really need it - the water n’ your slickness was enough to let Toji pummel in at such a raaaapid pace. He just liked to see how you’re squirming at the sensation, “And who wanted a fucking- sex ban, again?”

The water rushed down his hair and obscured his sight- and whatever you could see from between his long black bangs was just…fuck. The sheer feral need in his eyes made you shiver. “It was m-”

“Oh, wait.” Toji hums in wonderment. Eyes settling down on you, as if just seeing you for the first time. “Do you know who it was? It was you—wasn’t it, mama?”

“Y-yes-”

“Oh yeah? Thought you could go without my cock for that long, did ya?” Toji snickers, pinching your clit. It’s hard enough to make you bounce n’ buck your treacly cunt back down his shaft— “Heh—look at ya. Didn’t even last three weeks- hah, honestly. Have some more discipline, girl.”

“You’re telling me to have more discipline.” You gasp. “And who forgot Valentine’s Day-”

“Eeeeeasy there, mama.” He trundles out. Voice low. Almost dangerous. Another pinch on your clit- “Don’t make me put you under a sex ban.”

Your lips part, “You wouldn’t…”

“I would.”

His globular tip swipes down your cervix, leaving what feels to be a permanent mark. Slides of his gooey precum—“And now…” Toji leans in to whisper his next few words in your ear, scorching hot pants against the cool water. “-you’re gonna cum.”

Shivers run down your spine.

Toji continues in his guttural tone. “You’re gonna cum around my cock, and when you do you’re gonna scream so loud that it’ll alert the gym.” Already hearing the grin in his words- “And then m’gonna cum inside you. You won’t wash it out until we get home - you’re gonna walk out there with my cum dripping down your legs.” Toji leaves a final piiiinch on your clit. “And after this, you’re never puttin’ me under one of those damn bans ever again. Understood?”

“U-understood.”

“Good girl.”

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.

.

By the time he’s finished with you - way, waaaaay past your allotted time - you’re adjusting your uncomfortable leggings before going out. Feeling the sploshin’ of Toji’s gooey white cum inside of you, it’s a damn quest to try and walk properly.

And Toji doesn’t even try to leave the locker room at different times in order to avoid suspicion. He’s sauntering out proudly and throwing an arm over your shoulders, tugging you to his side.

Giving the most shit-eating grin at those other bastards that stare at him in envy.

You wonder out loud how you’re not banned from that gym yet.

Toji takes that as a challenge.

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 18th FEB. at 7:46PM

“Papa, you forgot something!” Itadori Yuji squeaks out as he’s walking up the daycare steps. Spider-Man back-pack tightened with four different straps around his chubby body, his light-up shoes illuminating every step of the way.

Everyone knew when Yuji arrived at his classroom—the students because of his totally awesome shoes, the parents because of…his father.

Nanami Kento stood tall, stoic and composed as the sea of parents dropping off their kids parted for him. Blond hair slicked back immaculately. Glasses sharp and polished.

His silhouette drew eyes - whether one was conscious of it or not - though his own merely settled down upon his son. Crinkling slightly in concern, “Forget? Did you forget your lunchbox again, Yuji?”

The pink-haired boy shakes his head.

The older man hums, “Then did you forget your extra clothes?”

He shakes his head.

“Your football?”

He shakes his head.

“My goodbye hug?”

“No, papa—” And honestly, Nanami had no idea that a four-year-old could sound so exasperated with someone else. Yuji sighs and shakes his head in a way the man knew he picked up from him- “You forgot it’s Valentine’s Day!”

Oh.

Nanami’s lips part, and he sweeps a glance around the classroom corridors - looking as if love threw up inside it. Pink fairy lights and streamers. Heart-shaped designs. So there was a reason everything seemed a little…brighter than usual today, and- wait.

Wait, that explained the special heart-shaped pancakes you’d made for him. The twinkle in your eye. The rather lengthy pawing n’ kissing in the privacy of your bedroom.

Oh.

He intakes a sharp breath, “I didn’t wish my love—” Nanami looks at his pink-haired little traitor. “Why didn’t you tell me, sunshine? I should’ve wished your momma as soon as the sun rose- oh, and I need to buy roses. Then the gifts—wait, didn’t she say she wanted-”

“Papa…”

Nanami snaps out of it immediately- then straight into something new. “Did your momma seem mad, Yuji?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, “Momma told me not to tell you.”

Oh, you were definitely mad…

“She also said she was gonna teach you a lesson when you get home- it was funny.”

Oh.

The boy shuffles. “Papa, can I go now?”

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.

Lo and behold, that was how Nanami Kento found himself suffering under…a sex ban. Ever since the 14th of February, you’d forbidden your handsome husband from touching you, fucking you, making you cum—even kisses were chaste.

And though you had to admit that your stoic husband kept it together quite well, you say the way his tie got just a little looser n’ looser every day. 

The way he’d linger his eyes on you too long. The way he’d take a longer time during showers.

No doubt fucking his fist to the thought of you.

And…you’re almost embarrassed to admit it, but it takes just four days for you to get impatient. 

Yes, you.

Ogling how his toned body would fill out those button-ups of his, how he only seemed to be getting more handsome by the day. 

Nanami had taken up a tradition of buying you a bouquet every single day to make up for Valentine’s Day - and it’s the night of the 18th when you finally just snap-

“F-fuck—ngh.” Just dragging him to your shared bedroom and sitting him down on the bed- you just barely tug off his tight work pants. Just enough to take his thick tip out. Bracing yourself before bouncin’ your hips down and taking his girthy tip in whole- 

Your back arches, toes curling.

The most lecherous whine leaves you—almost as lecherous as the sloppy sluuurp! of his honed cockhead pressing between your pussylips. Such an incredible carnal stretch that you’ve missed so much, “Fuck, it feels so good.” You gasp. “I’ve missed you s’much.”

“Shiiiit—” His bouquet drops from his hands. Red rose petals on the carpeted floor now- Nanami’s deep voice had taken on a breathy lilt, “Shit, momma-”

“I’m s-still mad at you.” You’re huffing down at him. “But my- ngh, pussy’s missed you soooo much—”

“I know, darling. I know.” His forehead lines with a trickle of sweat. Nanami’s eyes fall half-lidded as he feels himself get swallowed up deeper n’ deeeeper inside you. 

With the most damp sluuuuurping noises. Just so cute - it’s like you were gobbling him up.

Two of his hands clasp at your unsteady ankles, bending them to his will ‘round his toned waist. Before you can say anything in response, he uses the leverage to fuck a good strike at your core. All the way from tip to hilt. And as you’re shrilling out, he murmurs. “This fat fuckin’ cock missed your pussy, too.”

“R-really?” Though you don’t even need to ask - you could feel the way his bulbous tip throb-throb-throbbed all the way deeply inside you.

Nanami’s blond hair shuffles as he nods. “Missed you sooooo fucking much-” Almost too dirty to fall from the gentleman’s mouth. “Feel how much harder I am—?” Dragging his vein-decorated shaft aaaaaall down your sopping wet walls, pushing them apart. “Feel how much- fuck, bigger m’getting?” The way each pulsation only seemed to make him swell, his round flared tip growing even wider. It’s the perfect structure to scrape every sweet spot- and Nanami knew just where his wife’s favorite areas were. “Feel how hungry I am for you?”

You gape, “Hungry?”

And when he responds, there’s something utterly shattered in his tone. “Yes—” Breath gusting out in a scorching breeze- pants damp, canines pricking at your neck. Your husband sinks his teeth into that tender skin at your throat, “Fucking famished for this pussy.”

And he’s fucking you just like it, too.

Pourin’ out wads of pre into every nook n’ crevice. Twitching his bulbous cockhead against even the tiniest of nerves inside- he jerks his hips up a mile a minute. Utterly pounding into the back of your pussy— 

Until it was nothing but a gooey, battered mess. Slick with all the translucent sap he was emptying out- 

“Missed you so much.” He husks out against your clammy skin. Holding you tighter n’ tighter to his sculptured pecs, the more he’s honing out direct thwacks! inside you. Just four days without this perfect pussy and he’s a man gone. “Missed you- fuck, missed you so much—”

“B-but you always seemed unbothered.” Huffin’ down at him, your lips twist into a pretty pout- one that he’s reaching up and biting. “I thought it was just me that- ngh, missed you like this.”

“Oh, my love.” The sheer force of his thrusts was enough that you find yourself clawing onto his broad shoulders. To help you balance, Nanami loops his strong forearms around the small of your back- tugging you to him. “I thought about this pussy every single day that I didn’t have her.”

And that’s not all…as if to prove his point, the blond-haired man reaches down one hand and tugs on your perked clit—

It was just swollen and throbbing for attention- and he gives it all that you wanted. Rolling the calloused pad of his thumb right over it, up and down. Long swipes. Slight circles. Edging the tip of it between your wet crevice- in just a few seconds, you swear you’re starting to feel Nanami write out things on top of your overstimulated nub.

What you swear were swirls and loops.

And you recognized Nanami Kento’s handwriting- hell, you’d been married to the guy for years now! That neat, slanted script. So it doesn’t take you long - not until he punctuates a slight puuuuush that you assumed to be a dot - that it hits you like four semi-trucks at once.

Nanami was writing out ‘missed you’ on top of your cunt. 

Over and over again.

So many times that you’re starting to feel a bit raw with pleasure.

You cling onto him for dear life, “And what did you think about?"

“What?” He breathes, brain too muddled.

Your delayed response. “And what did you think about- ngh, Kento?”

Nanami throws his head back and lets out a faint, grumbling whimper as you’re clenching around him - just as gone as you. These few days had rendered him extra, eeextra sensitive to even the slightest twitches and sensations of your cunt. He whispers out an answer that you can’t hear.

“What was that, baby?” Fluttering your lashes at him, leaning in close. 

A slight channel of slick n’ precum escapes from your wettened hole- and makes his breath hitch. He repeats.

“What was—”

He repeats it.

And this time, he’s pummelin’ straight into the veeeeery bottom of your gummy pussy with it. Swiping out his spot there-

“I thought about getting you pregnant.”

And Nanami’s fucking you like he’d rather die than not have you all round n’ glowing - plump with his child - by next Valentine’s Day. If he could get you pregnant tonight itself and make you a family of four by then—then that’s even better.

A stripe of his gooey white cum- “Let me make up for these four days, my love?”

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Next Valentine’s Day, it’s the three of you that are dropping off Yuji at school- you, your husband, and your baby. Just a few months old but already matching the energy of her older brother.

Yuji skips up to the steps - just a year more and he’ll be in first grade already. How time passes. 

He announces in that bright voice of his, “You didn’t forget Valentine’s Day this year, papa.”

Nanami slightly blushes at the attention of the other parents around you two - at him, at you, at Yuji’s voice, and at the presence of your cute lil’ daughter. They looked torn between coming up to congratulate the two of you, and keeping their distance from a baby so young—Nanami was known to be a private man, after all. If it hadn’t been for Yuji’s excited announcements, the daycare might not have ever known of the newest addition to your family. 

His hair. Your eyes.

“That’s right, sunshine.” Nanami pats Yuji’s head of pink hair, “I won’t be forgetting any time soon.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 3rd MARCH at 11:03PM

You weren’t going to last.

That’s right—you weren’t going to last.

That sex ban had been set on the 14th of February, once Geto Suguru - your ever-handsome leader of the Time Vessel Association - had deemed that his favorite little association member hadn’t…celebrated Valentine’s Day quite to his standards.

Though you had no idea what he was talking about- you’d planned everything out perfectly.

You’d spoiled him with a jasmine bouquet, he’d spoiled you with even more red roses.

You’d spoiled him with his favorite traditional Japanese breakfast, he’d spoiled you with your favorite (courtesy of the chefs in the Association, of course).

You’d wanted to ride him silly- he’d wanted to fuck you pregnant. See, that’s where the little miscommunication seemed to have happened - if you can even call it that. Because in the end you’d been pummeled with his thick, veiny cock—for but a total of two rounds before you’d exhausted yourself to sleep in his arms (it’d been a long day of planning, alright?)

But the thing is, Geto Suguru hadn’t wanted to go two rounds.

Geto Suguru had wanted to go…all night.

And you never fall asleep before the revered leader. Never. Was his cock really that boring to you? Did this even count as celebrating Valentine’s Day at all, then?

Geto Suguru was a ruthless ruler.

It was considered that you missed Valentine’s Day- yes, you missed it.

Thus, you were henceforth and until further notice- banned from having sex with the esteemed leader until you improved your stamina. Which was quite the unfair match-up - Geto had training in martial arts, in cursed energy, in reverse cursed energy. How were you supposed to compare?

He was fucking mean.

And to be quite honest, a part of you had the nagging feeling that Geto was simply riling you up for the fun of it…and you wouldn’t be surprised.

Which is why when you’d sucked up your pride n’ finally asked him to fuck you by March—he’d merely raised a dark brow. Sharp. Scouring. “And have you finally fixed that pitiful stamina of yours?” He’s spitting, “I do not wish to be insulted once more…”

“I h-have.” You’d claimed- alright so maybe you hadn’t worked on your stamina just like he’d said. But who was Geto Suguru to know?

His brow raises even higher.

He knew. He definitely, definitely knew. 

But to your utter surprise- Geto is tugging on the dark fabric of his robes. Beckoning you with a single look over to his futon, “Alright.” Clipped and chilling. “But I hope you know that I am not a merciful man, gorgeous.”

You’d never scrambled over to him faster.

Because when Geto Suguru fucked you- he fucked you.

Just like he hated you. In no time, he had your jittery legs on his shoulders n’ his rounded cockhead pushing between your pussylips. Just stretch-stretch-streeeetching out the first rim of your entrance before draggin’ away down that tight channel. 

The long-haired man tugs open all those cute lil’ crannies that you’ve missed being stimulated. Your back arching off of the ancient tatami as he folded you sooooo deep in half—ass cheeks barely touching the floor in this ruthless mating press he had you in.

Cock hitting the back of your pussy for hours. And hours.

And hours and hours.

“P-please—” You warble out in your shattered tone, head throwing backwards. It’s hitting the surface behind you with a dull thud- and Geto merely huffs out a chuckle.

He raises his left hand - and for a second, you think he might just use it to cushion the back of your head. But instead…Geto uses it to clasp onto your poor, perspired neck and shoves you deeper against the floor-

“Don’t make me put ya into a headlock before you hurt yourself.” He snickers out, something animalistically breathy in his tone. Those thick fingertips of his squeeze either side of your neck- swervin’ his luscious tip inside even faster. “Because just know—”

And the hairs on the back of your neck raise once Geto Suguru leans into whisper.

“-that when I say all night long…” And for the nth time tonight, his slick n’ mazing tip drives you straight into your high. “-I mean all night long.”

“A-all night…” Your mouth hopelessly babbles.

Spit drivels down either side of your mouth—and Geto wastes no time before leaning down and lickin’ them away. “Keep it clean, gorgeous.” He murmurs against your lips, “M’gonna make a mess of you- hah, anyway the next time I cum inside. Again.”

His sweetened sap was already sploshin’ away inside of you- and even the tiniest jolts of his tip made him stir you from the inside. You drag a hand down your bloated-feeling front and whine, “Again?”

“Yes?” Geto asks, “Something the…matter—?”

And whatever your answer had been, it’s getting fucked back down your throat with his bludgeoning cock. Frenzied. Fast. Ferocious in the way he was claiming every single inch of space inside you. Nothing but a pinkish blur between those poor legs of yours- and you might not realize it in this state, but Geto himself had missed you.

How he’d missed the feeling of this velvety pussy. The way you’d open up just for him n’ seemed to mold your channel to his girth- and he was rather girthy, if he did say so himself. The way you’d clench ‘round him at even the tiniest sparks of pleasure-

And right now it’s as if you were holding him hostage.

Making him rut his hips wetly into yours - slick n’ cum spraaaying out of your hole and creating a mess in-between - again and again and again—

He tightens his restraint on your neck until you’re seeing stars- veins popping out from his hand. “Something-” Each word was punctuated by the most thorough gash of his swollen shaft, thudding against your gooey cervix. “-the- matter- gorgeous?”

“N-nothing—!” You babble out. “Nothing at all-”

“Then why’s this pretty pussy trying to- mmm, run away from me, hm?” He’s humming. 

And you snap your head down- it’s just then that you’re registering the ministrations of your hips. The way you lurch back just a bit when he’s hitting a spot just right, feet planted flatly on the mattress.

You bounced and swerved - almost as if you weren’t sure whether you wanted to run away or fuck back down for more, more, more. For the feeling of his smooth slippery tip reaching into your deepest depths- fuck, you’d almost forgotten how much he stretched you out.

And Geto doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s running you straight into another orgasm. And another.

“What? Can’t handle it?” Fingernails digging into your soft skin by now. “Can’t handle it?” His balls were still big n’ heavy with so many wads of cum yearning to be inside you- “Can’t handle it? Can’t handle it—? Speak up.”

“I can.” Gasping out in your botched tone. “I can- I can—”

“Then what?”

“It’s just-”

“I knew it.”

But that was a test, you see.

He didn’t want to know the answer - for now. He just wanted to know if you could match all the claims you uttered- if you could take him all night long like he’d promised.

Dawn wasn’t even close to breaking.

Your drenched cunt quivers. His own cock dribblin’ out a clingy line of slick—“I already toooooold you.” He replaces the hand on your stomach with his own, right palm cascading down the front. Geto pushes down on that cute lil’ bump he was fucking into you, “First, you miss Valentine’s Day-”

“But I didn’t-”

“Then you lie to me about improving your stamina-”

“Well…”

“If you can’t handle it, then don’t fuck me—”

“B-but-”

Shutting you up with a looong swab right near your throat. “Because how else m’I going to get you pregnant, gorgeous?”

And as you’re struggling to get out a single coherent sentence, Geto sighs. Dramatic.

“And here I thought you’d finally match my freak-” Something he’d learned from an audio Larue had been listening to, something he found quite amusing himself. “Here I thought you’d match my stamina-” He was probin’ his long shaft into the door to your womb. “Here I thought we’d finally get you pregnant for next year—”

“Y-you still can-” You whisper.

He leans in. “What was that?”

“You still- hck! can.” Increasing the volume of your tone, and it makes Geto’s pretty amethyst eyes widen. “Promise you still can. It’s still March.”

Geto hums in interest, “And about that concern you had before then…?”

“I was just worried…” Splaying out your hand on top of his- on top of your stomach. Slightly bloated with the sheer amount of gooey, glittering was struck to your walls—the slightest push is enough to make you trickle out between your legs. “-that it might not fit, Suguru.”

And something in him seems to twitch.

His cock seems to jolt—

You’re being fucked even deeper into your mating press before you know it. With Geto’s roverin’ cockhead flooding your bruised, battered insides in his syrupy sap - it leaves a carnal part of you feeling so satisfied.

The way he rests his weight on your lower half to stop you from moving around too much. 

“Oh, gorgeous…” Breathless. “I’ll just make it fit.”

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It’s the very next day - even without formal confirmation - that Geto Suguru announces to his association the imminent birth of his heir. 

You find that announcement to come true soon enough.

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 14th FEB. at 9:12PM

To be quite honest, Choso Kamo didn’t know that there was a human…culture surrounding this date. He’d never heard of it before.

Imagine the half-curse’s surprise when he wakes up one day and the world seemed to be drenched in pink and red. Why were there hearts plastered upon every shop window he saw? Why did the population of couples somehow seem to double? Why did strangers insist upon trying to hand him chocolates as he walked down the street?

Wondering whether his last blood manipulation technique had left him feeling light-headed, Choso knew to seek the smartest person he knew for answers - you.

His beloved human girlfriend.

And when you’d given him a brief run-down of the semi-holiday—well, Choso Kamo was in tears. Why? Well, because no one told him that he’d just missed a perfectly fine opportunity to spoil you, of course!

All those candy shops he passed, all those plushie stores he ignored…

You’re telling him that he should’ve just dropped everything he was doing and bought out the whole store?! (No, you were not telling him that—but Choso was certainly thinking it). And he believed it, too. 

Which is why - as the self-dubbed Worst Boyfriend in The World - Choso demanded that you punish him with a sex ban. And when you’d refused, he’d punished himself with a sex ban.

“I-I don’t deserve it, baby.” He’d wrapped his arms around himself and turned away, as if the mere sight of you in your pajamas was enough to tempt him into breaking his ban. “I can’t even look at myself in the mirror after not knowing such a thing-”

“Choso, baby.” You’d interrupted him. “Shut up.”

He’d grown hard in his pants at that.

The first hour, it had been…do-able. Choso was still alive, he felt like he was still alive.

And his cock had remained behaved in his pants.

Three hours in and he was…shattering slightly at the edges. He’d disappeared into your underwear drawer when you weren’t looking- stealing one of your prettiest scraps of lace and fucking his first raw using it.

That had bated him.

At least until the fifth hour, when you’d asked to cuddle in bed. 

And Choso felt his cock jolt just a little in his pants- eagerly agreeing. Tightening. Though you should’ve known that something was off when he’d asked to be the big spoon this time (Choso Kamo was never the big spoon), but you didn’t think much of it…

Then had come the seventh hour—two hours into cuddling you. Two hours into having his raging hard erection pressed up against your ass- and he thought he was going a little insane.

He needed to distract himself- he needed to think of something else.

Anything.

And it’s then that those unfortunate pretty eyes of his had fallen upon the small wrapper upon your bedside cabinet. The small slab of sweetness.

The small piece of chocolate.

Without thinking much of it, Choso had reached out and torn it open - fingers jittery to do something. He’s popping both halves into his mouth.

“Wait-” You’re catching his action—only too late. “Cho, baby, that’s-”

But it was too late. He’d started feeling hot all over. Feverish. “Baby—what is this-”

“Aphrodisiac chocolate.” Sighing. “I’d bought it for us today - yes, one half for each - but since you put on that sex ban…”

It’s all the explanation that he fucking needs before he’s tearin’ at your poor pajama shorts. Furious. Feral. Before he’s leaving them in shatters- and leaving you with your voice lost in your throat, Choso’s angry red tip swivelling inside.

Just so wet with pre and rock-hard.

His sex ban had lasted seven hours.

The ridge of his cockhead was flared so widely, scrapin’ against all those tender spots inside you. It’s a lecherous sensation - enough to make you clench, enough to make you hold Choso’s fat cock hostage. Drool wettens Choso’s lips as you clench—“S-sex ban?”

Did that sound like a question? 

Because your poor boyfriend’s tone was wavering almost comically upwards towards the end- ruined. He punctuates it not with a question mark, but with a solid sopping thrust inwards. Shovelling just a few more of his inches in-

“Yes?” You pant out. It already feels as though he was pumping against the corner of your lungs. “Baby, wasn’t that what you said- oh.”

Yet another smooooch of his lengthy cock- it drives inside and presses on a tender spot you particularly like. “Sex ban?” Choso repeats. There’s an almost urgent look in his eyes, glazed and glittering with dark need. “No—”

And then he’s shaking his head fervently- for a mere few seconds before he glues his split-ended tip to the roof of your cunt. Bottoming-out. 

He collapses his muscular body onto you and pants-

“No, no.” Hips stuttering, though that doesn’t stop him from drilling into you like a maddened man. Lecherous, long strikes of his cock. “No, that can’t be—I’d never ban myself from something as h-heavenly as this pussy…”

“But you-” You’re starting to refute him.

Only for Choso to pump out a few direct hits to your cervix—groaning. “Because l-look how pretty she is takin’ my big cock.” He whispers, marveling at the way you clung onto him. Your sopping wet walls were lacquered in a good gleam of his precum, so tight that he almost thinks he wouldn’t fit- but you always do manage to surprise him. “Look how goooood she feels wrapped ‘round me- my pretty pussy.”

And then he’s fucking and fucking into you-

At an irregular pace - sloppy and staccato. It’s almost as if he couldn’t control just when and how his hips were moving, merely chasing that carnal instinct within him. That little voice that told him to bruise his achin’ hot cockhead at the base of your cunt, and then push n’ push n’ puuuuush as deep as it could go.

If he wasn’t knockin’ at your womb, then each thrust wasn’t worth it.

“Look how—” Head dipping into the crook of your neck, those clammy brown strands of his hair stick to your skin. He was blushin’ and shaking all over- “Look how good she ngh- feels when she’s being fucked by me? She’s been waiting for my cock all this time, riiiight?”

You’re unable to answer, merely twitching as Choso runs a finger down your slit. Pressing perfectly on the button of your clit.

“Of course, she is. Look how wet she is f’me—h-how could I ever deny her?” Baritone taking a shaky degree, wetness pouring out of him in waves and splatters. “Look how much she wants to- ngh.” 

And it’s then that Choso’s ruddied tip twitches daaaangerously.

You knew that your beloved boyfriend was the sensitive type- but to this extent? It’s almost as if being away from your pussy (for a few hours, yes, but even that was torture for Choso Kamo) had rendered him more sensitive than ever.

More susceptible to getting pussydrunk.

More susceptible to getting addicted to the slippery clench of your cunt. Those pretty walls that opened up for him—straight down to your even prettier womb.

He rubs the sides of his shaft rawly against your walls and whimpers- “L-look how much she wants to be filled up with my cum.”

And it’s then and there that Choso is talking himself into an orgasm. The textured sensations of your cunt. The wetness of your constant sap. The way you were looking up at him with teary eyes- his sheer length almost too much for you to handle.

And this was too much for him to handle. 

Choso merely reels his hips back a bit- before pummeling deepest into your depths and pourin’ out his cum with such a squeeeelch! A lecherous sound. The sound of his dewy wads of seed emptying out at the bottom of your pussy, filling you up from the inside out-

He’s throwing his body forwards and crushing you to him. “Baby, m’never gonna think of a sex ban ever again—” Murmuring wetly into your skin. You swear he was almost in tears- “Never. M’sorry, but I just don’t think I can handle it.”

“You really didn’t have to, Cho—” You reassure him.

And at that, he slips out just a few more beads of ivory cum. “N-ngh, don’t say that unless you want me to cum again.”

“Maybe I do.” Cocking your head up at the pretty boy- “That aphrodisiac is said to last five hours, after all.”

He shivers.

You throw your arms around his sweaty neck and pull him closer. “And it is still Valentine’s Day. Why don’t you make it up to me like this, Cho?”

He does end up cumming again.

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The next day, Choso Kamo ends up buying out all the nearest candy shops and plushie stores. Some of them being delivered later on in the day, some of them being carried in dozens upon dozens of bags upon his two hands - not that he minds. He’d carry anything for you. To you.

After all, it’s not like you’ll be walking for about the next week…

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 1st MARCH at 1:23PM

“Cheh—and it’s not like I’m upset about it, or anything!” The King’s fervent denials make the walls of the throne room trundle - almost as loud as Ryomen Sukuna’s voice, were his blatant lies. 

And yet, Uraume has long since learned to keep their mouth shut during times like this.

They sit poised before Sukuna, head bowed and expression of something contemplative. He might have four eyes, but he’ll never be able to tell how his right-hand follower was on the verge of laughter. Of tears from the sheer amount of laughter.

They might have to take a leave of absence after this.

And Sukuna - never the less oblivious - slams all four fists down on the armrest of his throne. Echoing in a hollow voice, “I just fail to understand why my…most tolerable human has refused to copulate with me these days. Although, even that should be understandable- if she wishes not to, then she wishes not to. I can understand that. But my question is why as of the 14th of the last moon cycle-” He sits upright in his seat, seething. “-she pretends that I do not even exist! Me—the King—!”

Uraume manages to disguise a laugh as a cough. “The 14th of the previous moon cycle, you say, Your Majesty?”

“Hm?” He grunts. “And what of it?”

“Well, then perhaps you should know that you missed a day that is quite important, Your Majesty.” They lightly sip their tea as the King’s interest piques- “In certain cultures, the 14th of the year’s second month is celebrated as the day of love. To express one’s affection for their lover, their family, and their friends.”

The King stays quiet. 

Uraume finishes their tea. “Tell me, Your Majesty—had you gifted your lover anything on the 14th?”

He sputters, “I-I—well, not quite but-”

“Did you wish prosperity upon her on the 14th?”

“No, but-”

“Did you act in a manner deemed nicer than your…usual demeanour?”

“No-”

“Nothing at all?”

“No.” Sukuna runs two hands down his rugged face, “Heavens…”

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And it doesn’t take long for Ryomen Sukuna - over three weeks late - to finally shower you with gifts. Lavish, as a King should provide for his Queen.

In the most expensive silks in this land and the next few, too. In the most intricate little trinkets that he knew you’d love. In the most gorgeous jade twinkling in the moonlight. In the most sweet-smelling perfumes. The most sweet-tasting candies.

Everything and anything.

Though he personally believes that nothing could taste as sweet as you.

And he shall have a word or two later with you- something about telling him directly whenever you wanted something of him. But right now, he was faaar too busy sprawling you out flatly on your bed. Pressing two hands into the smooth mattress beside your head, as two of his swervin’ cockheads fucked you dizzy—

He was fucking that pout right off your lips.

“S’this pussy still furious?” Sukuna coos down mockingly at you- both sets of his lips twisting into the meanest grin. 

As you struggled to get out the words - past those thick, bludgeoning shafts - he merely leans down. Fluttering those pinkish lashes at you, Sukuna’s second mouth opens up wiiiiiiide—licking up the crevice of your pussy. “S’this pussy still angry at me for forgetting ah- Valentine’s Day? I don’t think sooo—”

And almost on cue, you’re sputterin’ out in a gooey mess of slick. It travels down your legs and gets lapped up by Sukuna’s monstrous tastebuds- “M-maybe I still am.”

He hums from the primal depths of his chest. “I know you are, woman.” Those crimson irises of his roll, a scoff scorching down your features. “But what about this pussy—”

You tighten your legs around his waist, “Sh-she is, too-”

“I beg to differ.” And just then, Sukuna spanks—! one hand down upon your throbbing clit. His other two hands clutch your ankles to throw you off balance- to stop you from bucking. His sleazy grin only seems to grow as he watches the thiiiiick sheen of slick at your inner thighs. “See? She loves me.”

“She’s mad at you-”

A hit at your gummy cervix—two. “She loves me-”

“She-”

And then snaking right down to your g-spot—you’re feeling both of his rugged, rounded tips massage your sweetest spot. He doesn’t even properly thrust for a few moments- the King ruts his hips back n’ forth. “See—?” Aiming to bruise his rock-hard lengths against the sides of your walls - your nerves - making you feel him from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. “She fuckin’ loves me~”

You don’t get to contradict what he’s saying.

You don’t even get to try- because at that very second, you’re throwing your head back and cumming. Unable to control the lightning bolts of white-hot pleasure that run down your spine—sensations of his rounded tips driving you wild.

Pummeling.

Shovelling in and out. In and out.

Probin’ against the areas you were most sensitive, emptying out wads of precum in sinful splats. “Th-that’s just not fair…” Voice hatching into the prettiest whines in your throat- it’s just what makes him arch his powerful hips and buck, buck, buck. 

More. More. More.

Sukuna rests two hands underneath your spine n’ aaaarches you even more for him. Like this, it’s easy enough to see where the rounded bumps of his monstrous cocks were hitting your cervix. Thud-thud-thud. “Fuh-fuuuuuck, Kuna.” And at the very same time, his lecherous tongue sticks out and drags up and down your dripping wet slit. “Not fair- really not fair-”

“Not fair that this pussy likes me more than you?” He titters, “Now, that’s not fair t’me—”

“Oh, you-”

“Poor, poor Ryomen Sukuna.” He pretends to weep, to shake his head. “With no clue as to why his favorite human is ignoring him.”

“Shit-” He pumps a direct hit to your womb. Twitching there in warning.

“If it was gifts you’d wanted, then I could buy you this whole damn world-”

Your eyes widen, “The world?”

“Yes, the world.” Sukuna sounded dead serious. “Don’t be frugal, woman.” And you didn’t doubt that he didn’t have enough gold to do so- or at least give a damn valiant try. Sukuna digs his honed, blackened fingernails upon either side of your hips—cocks fucking you through your first high and straight into another. Another. Another. “Do you know how many nights we’ve lost together?”

It just feels so fucking gooood to have his furious, feverish tips pressing into every spot. You can only whine—

“Do you know how many times I could’ve cum inside this pussy until then?” Almost reminiscing as he fucks you, all those times he’s done so before. Will do so again. “Do you know how many times I’ve lost having that pretty pussy squeeze ‘round me when she cums- yes, you do that.”

Your breath hitches, “S-squeeze…?”

“Mhmm—” Ravenous red eyes narrowing down at you. There’s an almost feral grin upon his face- “Didn’t you know that? She squeezes around both cocks- like she wants to hold me back whilst she cums. Like she can’t- fuck, bear to leave.”

“Oh my god-” You gasp. Arching into his plush pecs.

And Sukuna is more than happy to let you do so - in fact, one of his hands lifts off of the bed to crush your face into his chest. Your mouth slobberin’ stupidly all over his pinkish nipples—his second mouth swabbin’ his tongue between your pussylips n’ fucking straight into your hole.

While he fucks you with two cocks. The stretch was just incredible. 

The next time you reach your highs, you’re squirting.

“And you say this pussy doesn’t love me…”

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The next morning, Uraume wakes up at the crack of dawn- as per their duties.

And they have to admit that last night…they didn’t obtain a satisfying rest. Forget eight hours of sleep, they’d have been lucky to get eight winks—no thanks to their King of Curses, of course. The constant pounding and rattling and rutting had echoed all throughout this wing of the Royal Estate. 

And whenever Uraume had thought it had finally paused and perhaps their King had retired for the night- it would start right up again.

It must’ve been right before daybreak that they finally heard the last creeeeeak–! and groan of those ancient bedsprings. 

And just like that…peace.

They’d closed their eyes for all but 1 minute and 34 seconds, of course. Uraume would know, they counted.

And they’re stomping right out of bed- genuinely reconsidering that leave of absence when—

A knock at their door.

Possibly one of the other attendants. Possibly some problem or the other that they had to address right away- honestly, give a person time to brush their teeth first!

But, no.

Not at all.

Instead, Uraume is met with no one at the door.

No person.

Nothing but a large wrapped-up gift box, the type that one can tell is expensive at first glance. Looking around the corridor provides no other person there with them - and they’re dropping down to their knees in an instant. Opening up the large lid-

Inside, are the most beautiful crisp white kimonos. And a note attached—

‘Thank you. - R.’

Maybe this job wasn’t so bad after all.

They still don’t get paid, though.

♡ INO TAKUMA - 15th FEB. at 2:48AM

Ino Takuma has fucked up.

Majorly.

First, he ended up spending waaaay longer than he should’ve on his latest mission report—who even needs to impress the higher-ups, anyway? Ino has this ongoing theory that they don’t even read those damn things…And yet again, that didn’t stop him from scrutinizing each and every word that slid across the page like slugs on salt.

And by the time he’d finally dotted his last full stop (a momentous occasion) and looked outside- tell him why the world looked dark?

The black-out curtain of night. He’d gasped then—

Brown eyes flickering immediately to the clock on the wall, one that had been tutting at him for the past few hours. Watching. Waiting. 

It shifted its sharp, spindly hand to the next hour that struck.

12:00AM

Midnight.

Exactly four hours past when he was supposed to meet you for your Valentine’s date.

Shit.

Shit. 

Ino checked his phone, and had never run faster in his entire life. Not even when he was being chased by a Special Grade curse.

And that wasn’t all- of course, that wasn’t all. 

To make matters worse, he’d wanted you to have the most beautiful bouquet possible today - the brightest, the reddest, the freshest. And fearing that the air conditioning in Jujutsu High’s offices might make the flowers wilt, Ino had put off the gift for after he’d finished up his work. Who’d have thought that one might just prefer slightly-wilted flowers to banging on the door of a florist’s shop at 12AM? No chance.

Shiiiiiit. 

From then on had been a sequence of banging on store doors to no avail, or scanning the emptied aisles of any Valentine-themed shop he set his eyes on.

His plundering and pillaging wasn’t fruitful - and it was 2:33AM by the time that Ino slipped quietly into your shared apartment. With the wholly bountiful loot of: a box of orange candy, a card, a set of matching journals, a turtle plushie that sang ‘Sorry’ by Justin Bieber, and a pathetic plastic rose he managed to fight some old lady over.

To be quite honest, he would have broken up with himself.

But alas—that is not quite yet possible. You’d been awake and understanding, however, worried that he’d been working himself to the bone over that new report.

You’d been so sweet - ushering him to get ready for bed, and telling him that it was just some commercial holiday. He knows that, but still…

Ino thinks he could cry a little (he does).

And as he gets into bed beside you, he’s promising himself that he won’t fuck you stupid like he’d wanted to on Valentine’s Day. “Ban me from your pussy.” Ino whispers.

You turn to him in confusion, “Excuse me?”

“Ban me from your pussy- I’m so serious.” He’s promising himself that he’s going to make it up to you first before even having such thoughts. “I can’t believe I missed fucking Valentine’s Day- ban me from your pussy. I don’t deserve her.” He’s promising himself that—that—

You hum, “Hmmm, you sure about that?”

And whatever promises he’s trying to fool himself into—they’re flying out the window as soon as you’re pressin’ your behind to his front. Your pretty ass against his cock. Teasing. 

In what should be an innocent spooning position…but Ino traces a few fingers down your inner thighs. That’s when his brain short-circuits- as he registers that you were wearing his favorite pair of silky panties. Strappy. Crotchless. 

You’re fucking evil.

Your boyfriend doesn’t even need to spread them aside- merely setting a hand underneath your right leg and perking it up. Just the barest few inches he needs to tug down his sweatpants n’ glue his ruddied tip to your core. 

He’s hitting your pussy with a wet thwack! Meeting your pussylips in the sweetest kiss. Letting his slick precum slide-slide-sliiiiide vertical lines down your crevice. It dribbles down to your thighs, all wet and gooey. 

And Ino isn’t lasting too long before he throws his head back and ruts—harsh and animalistic. The raw sensation of your hole was almost too much. He doesn’t even know where his lengthy shaft is going, honed cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and getting sandwiched by them. The cutest hot embrace that he’s held hostage by- he humps his way between your legs like a damn beast. Again. And again.

“Please-” He echoes a guttural whisper into your neck. Scorching hot breath wafting all over your features, crushing your limbs so tightly to him that it almost hurts. “Please, please, please—”

You’re amused at the slight crack in his tone. “Please what, baby?”

“Please…” Ino’s large chocolate eyes peer down at you. He’s craning his neck down and gnawing on your pretty lips. “Please, ma’am?”

“Not that, baby.” You hum. Pushing your hips further back into his- in no time, he was fucking you with the swollen reddened tip of his cock. He was thiiiick and honed at the very top, slipping inside easily and swabbin’ into the tiny geysering orifices of your cunt. “I j-just meant that you didn’t have to-”

“But I do have to beg.” Ino insists, lips wobbling as though he was on the verge of tears. “Ban me from your pussy. I didn’t manage to make it before Valentine’s Day and spoil you- oh.”

Just then, your velvety walls were clenchin’ around him. And it’s enough to make Ino’s hips stutter sideways, hitting the globes of your ass cheeks with a sudden spank. “Shit…” You swear at the stinging contact. Ino was now gripping either side of your hips n’ digging his rovering cockhead between your pussylips - in rapid, ruinous half-thrusts just to ease inside. “B-but it just—ngh, couldn’t be helped. Don’t beat yourself up, baby-”

“But you should beat me up.”

Lifting your head off the pillow and looking over your shoulder. In slight worry- “Taku—”

“Wait, sweetness-”

“Taku, do you want me to be mean to you?” And when he isn’t answering immediately, you rut up your hips into his prominent v-line. Just so toned, massaging your back- it marks whichever direction his globular cockhead was heading. Leeeeft and right. Baaaack and forth.

Shoving even deeper into your tight channel. And you can feel his blushing face pushing into your neck, fever-hot. “You’re such a naughty boy, aren’t you?”

He groans—loooong and drawn-out. “Sh-shush, pretty. I didn’t mean it like…” But his train of thought trails off - just as much as yours does - because Ino’s rotund tip only seems to swell even bigger. The flares ridge of it scrapin’ ever tender spot inside you, bucking back and forth.

Your glistening hole to the back of your cervix. Deeper and deeper.

You gasp, “So you did like me calling you that.” Spit-slick lips of his parting as you arch your spine even further. “Such a naughty boy- fuck, you don’t even deserve to be fucked like this- y’know?”

And to your surprise, he’s fervently nodding. Rutting. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Least of all, you don’t deserve this pussy-”

“I don’t deserve it—” Uttering in such a whiny tone. Biting back his gasps. 

“Maybe I really should ban you.”

“Please.” Trembling digits clasp onto either side of your hips, digging his rounded fingertips into the flesh there. He’s leaving marks there, he’s tightening his hold- as if afraid you’d actually run away and he’s have to chase after your pretty cunt—“T-tell me more, pretty. Make me feel sorry…”

Ino’s hot breath makes shivers run down your spine. “Y-you probably thought about fucking me all day, huh?”

He hisses as if caught, “Fisted my cock about- mmm, five times in the office bathroom thinking of you, sweetness.” Hands gliding all over your body - n’ down your front where he presses on your stomach. That faint cylindrical bulge he was fucking into you, “With this very hand, pretty- fuck, I imagined this so many times.”

“Filthy.” You tut. “And yet, you still missed Valentine’s?”

“I thought about coming home early s-sooooo many times.” Ino whines against your ear. Just the notion of you insulting him is enough to tighten his heavy balls, slappin’ away between your legs with fervour. “So many times- fuck the report, fuck those elders.”

“Language.”

“Sorry, ma’am.” A few lines of perspiration glide from his chestnut hair. And his tone is all clogged up with lecherous husks, “B-but I’d rather have been fucking you—”

“Oh.” Because then he’s slamming into your g-spot that you see stars.

The split-ended shape of his cockhead, pushing straight into where you were softest. It’s almost as if Ino was fucking his very shape into your cunt, molding your pretty walls to him- not that he deserved that, either. 

But the fact that he didn’t deserve your treacly wet pussy and was still managing to fuck into you like a madman…oh, that was nearly enough to make him cum.

“Would’ve fucked you right on that table.” Ino rasps out, panting. Breathy. “Would’ve fuh-fucked you all day long- would’ve fucked you even if someone heard. If someone came in.”

Your eyes grow wide, “Would you have?”

He nods. Dead serious. “I would’ve fucked you right in front of them.” So much of a carnal sensation that he almost couldn’t handle it - he gnaws the pointed tips of his canines against the shell of your ear. “Showed them how niiiicely I fuck this pretty pussy—showed them…ngh, just how greedy she is to swallow me.”

“Pervert—” You whine.

And he grows even bigger inside you. “That, I am.” Before a sudden look of sheepishness crosses his face once more, “And th-this pervert is sorry that I couldn’t make it-”

“But at least you did now.” You answer. “And as a little reward for my- oh, naughty boy…”

Edging in closer, “Yes?”

You’re smiling that very smile that ruins him—“How about for Valentine’s Day you cum inside, Taku?”

And that’s all it takes for him to cum inside.

Thick. Hot ropes. 

Flooding your insides with all his ribbons of sap, they’re reaching every deep spot inside you n’ leaving your walls scalding hot. As if he was trying to leave you feeling him in there for daaaaays on end - just sizzling inside and splashin’ with his seed. So much.

The volume was so much that it leaves you leaking out between your legs, gluing your thighs together in all his slick white sheen. And very drag of his long cock leaves your poor innards practically drowning—

“Can I make it up to you again, pretty?”

“You lecher.”

He almost cums again right then n’ there.

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The next day, Professor Yaga is receiving a report straight to his desk. Thick. Taking up presence on top of the ancient wooden furniture.

It was covered in a manila folder way, which was unusual for a report - if you followed the protocol of most sorcerers, one was lucky if they slap-dashed a mere page and called it a day. Thrown right over the desk a week after the deadline. And by the size and heft of this thing, it was at least fifty full pages.

As Yaga gets closer, he’s reading the stamp on the envelope—Ino Takuma. One of the best Grade 2 sorcerers that jujutsu society possessed.

It was no surprise that he was the one who put together such a detailed report. Yaga had been told by Panda that he’d worked right through Valentine’s on this thing, leaving around midnight. Which was…quite a lot of effort for a report. Yaga wasn’t sure if he himself would’ve put in this much work, but he also knew that Ino had been aiming for that Grade 1 rank.

He also knew that the boy had a girlfriend - you - and wondered just how you let him get away with such a thing. But then again, maybe that wasn’t his business…

Yaga sits down and opens up the folder, finding the first page to be—nothing to do with the report at all. Instead, it was a notice of taking leave - for a week citing ‘personal situations’.

Next was a receipt for a bouquet of 143 red, red roses. Seemingly filed in here by accident.

Well, Yaga holds back a smile, he guesses he could permit it this time…

♡ GOJO SATORU - You think he lasts?

You: Toru, where the hell are you??

You: We’re late for our reservation!!

You: Pick up your phone.

You: TOOOOOOOOOORU.

You: TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORU

You: Ugh, you’re probably on some mission or something </33 

You: But on Valentine’s Day of all days?? C’moooooooooon.

You: At least pick up your phone, Toru.

You: Gojo Satoru, you are hereby and forevermore under a sex ban. 

Just a few minutes after sending that last text, you hear a sudden crash outside your penthouse apartment—loud and reverberating. It had the sort of electric charge that made the hair on your body stand on end.

Like thunder.

It leaves you wondering whether a storm could be nearby- there weren’t many neighborhood noises that carried up to your floor. Gojo had picked this place specifically because of that. So perhaps an oncoming thunderstorm? Perhaps some sort of electrical shortage?

Your bedroom light was certainly flickering- and you almost considered turning it off altogether. 

What a day. First you get all dolled up for your boyfriend to not arrive at your shared home on time, then he doesn’t answer your texts, then this…whatever this is.

But you can placate yourself by thinking that you won’t get caught in the impending storm, then. No romantic dinner on Valentine’s Day anyways. On the bright side, your make-up shall remain flawless!

At least, that’s what you think.

Because then that crash emanates through the apartment once more—though, this time, it sounds far too close to be a distant storm. Far too…inside the apartment?

You’re just able to sit up on your king-sized bed. Before there’s yet another crash, and soon enough your damn bedroom door is being ripped off its hinges. Absolutely obliterated. Absolutely shattering into a zillion pieces of the most expensive mahogany that Japan can offer. 

And you almost don’t have to look up to know that none other than your boyfriend can do such a thing.

Sure enough, once you’re blinking your eyes back open - and the haze of wooden dust dissipates - you see Gojo Satoru standing there. Ivory head bowed. Feet apart. Chest heaving as though he’d just run a marathon—or worse yet, teleported one.

He must have teleported one.

Times like this, you’re really registering just how tall Gojo is. He covers most of the cut-out frame of the bedroom door, blocking any light. And also blocking his expression…

You’re calling out to him cautiously, “Satoru?”

To which he snaps his head up at you and blanches—“Were you serious about the sex ban?” Face slack. Voice high. 

Now you’re just taken aback. “The one I set like two minutes ago? I-I don’t know, Toru, I just wanted you to get home-” 

“But I am home.” He responds. And as he takes a single step closer, a wave of charged atoms hit you like a faint forcefield - right now, you’re not even sure if Gojo knows his powers are leaking out like this. “But, I am—I am.” Your boyfriend insists, and there was a wide desperation in his blue eyes as though you wouldn’t believe him. “Were you serious about the sex ban?”

“Toru-”

“Were you serious about the sex ban?”

Like a mantra. 

He takes another step closer, and the pressure of his cursed energy was almost unbearable. “Were you serious about the sex ban?”

“Toru, no—it was just- oh.”

And you don’t know how it happens - one minute you’re attempting to placate your slightly-frenzied boyfriend about the joke you’d made minutes earlier. And the next, you’re being laid flat against the mattress—Gojo’s hands pushing down on your hips, his right knee pressing between your legs.

Feeling just how soaked you were through those sodden panties of yours- you had no idea how he even had the faintest inkling that seeing him so ruined made…something in you stir. Almost as if he had a sixth sense.

And his hypersensitive ears pick up the lecherous squeeeelch! that you’re letting off once he presses his knee down. 

“Fuck, you’re so…” Gojo’s coral pink lips part, glossed over with a sheen of slick that made it seem as though his mouth had been watering the entire way here. His head droops forward. His other hand starts to crackle with cursed energy—“Fuck, you’re so ready f’me.”

“Sa—toru…” You’re letting your heart race. You need him. And that’s all it takes for him to flinch- as though your mere tone saying his name awoke something in him. And the man is dragging his free left hand down your front - in a split-second, your clothes vaporize into thin air.

The dress you’d picked out especially for tonight. Your bra. Your garter.

All but your sodden panties.

He’s keeping that on. 

Reaching out one buzzing index, he juuuuuust pulls it to the side. Gojo doesn’t waste a single second before tugging his damn designer pants down and freeing himself. 

Showing you just the briefest flash of his rudded, ravaging hot tip—before you’re feeling it stuffin’ between your unsteady legs. Right between without waiting for you to get ready. Right between without waiting for you to accommodate him.

It’s so tight that he hisses.

And it seems that Gojo Satoru has just enough sense to wait until you’re catching your breath- before he reels his hips back and bucks. And bucks. And buuuuucks—teasing your entrance with the sheer stretch. Pummeling himself past that first clench of resistance to try n’ fit inside. He arches his spine to angle his cockhead against the roof of your pussy, “S-see?”

There’s a crack on the tail end of Gojo’s sentence. And you’re looking up at him in slight concern, “Yes?”

But he doesn’t even seem to hear - merely pulling his thickened erection back and stuttering out yet another strike. Sloppy. Into the deepest depths that he could reach at the moment, “See that?” And then back out- and then back in. The sequence continues. “See—”

And you’re not quite sure what you’re supposed to see- “What do you-”

“M’fucking you.” Cold chills sprint down your spine at the realization that this was that the ever-intelligent Gojo Satoru wanted to tell you. Was he really that gone on your pussy already? “And i-if I’m fucking you…I’m having sex with you.”

Your mind’s getting all muddled- whatever response you had locked-away in your throat getting mixed up with Gojo’s own groan. “Can’t have a sex ban if m’having s-sex with you.” He’s echoing out such a harrowed noise at the feeling of himself sliding even deeper.

Getting cushioned by your velvety walls.

Getting suctioned across every ridge n’ vein upon him.

All ten or so inches - yes, The Strongest also seemed to be the The Biggest - squeezing in through the tight channel. You were being thoroughly stretched-out, with his hand pinning one side of your hips so that you don’t squirm. And perhaps subconsciously breezing out the warm air of reversed cursed energy—all so that he doesn’t hurt you once he’s emptying out his solid shaft towards the bottom of your spongy cervix. 

Ending out with a reverberating thwack! right on your womb.

Bottomed-out.

Something you never thought possible so soon- with Gojo’s size.

And the man himself twitches just a bit as he takes in the vision between your swollen pussylips. Your folds spread wide open n’ your entrance attempting to clench around his swollen length- “See?” Gojo whispers out once more. “S-see—now m’never gonna leave from…”

“From?” But your question gets answered soon enough. Because your boyfriend runs a finger down your core, ending up at your mid-section- the circle of bright blue around his pupils starts to glow. 

And with Gojo’s Six Eyes, he can see exactly where his throbbing tip ended inside you. Smushed against your cervix in the most loving kiss - he presses down on that exact spot with a single finger. “-from here.” So muddled in the mind with his cock- you’ve almost forgotten what he was talking about. “I’m n-never gonna leave from here now, sweetheart.”

“Is that—oh, ngh.” His globular cockhead presses against the softened end of your pussy- but really it feels like he’s fucking right up to your very throat. Again and again. Thrust after thrust.

“It’s true.” And you genuinely wonder whether he can read your mind at this very moment. Because right now, Gojo had one hand latched onto your body n’ never letting go - all so that he can seep out reverse cursed energy into you.

So that he can drill into you like a damn animal—fucking his swollen, red cock in and out. In and out. In and out. Without fearing breaking a bone or two or you- “I swear.” Gojo lovingly nuzzles your throat, the complete opposite of how filthily he was fucking you. “I swear to not pull out-”

Your eyes widen, “You’re gonna c-cum inside, Toru?” And you can’t deny that you’re growing wetter at the fact…

“I swear to always kiss your cervix- ngh, that pretty womb every single time.” His mouth parts with a few dribbles of saliva. He was gone. “I swear to always fill you up over n’ over n’ over—until you overspill.”

And you couldn’t help but feel that these sounded oddly like wedding vows. “And- and—?”

“I swear to give you the best orgasms of your entire—” 

See, Gojo Satoru never had to try quite as much to get you to cum - he just knew your body that well. He was acquainted well enough with the cute sweet spots inside of you, he was well-versed in just how to make your pits of pleasure tick. He knew from experience where to hit your g-spot just right and in the same thrust bang against that one spot on your womb.

But now…now he isn’t using anything he knew. He wasn’t using anything he could think up.

Gojo was fucking you on pure, carnal instinct.

And it’s with such ferality that he angles his hips juuuust to the side- bludgeoning cockhead reaching the target of your bundle of nerves. You’re seeing white in an instant.

And as though that hadn’t been enough, Gojo reaches his hand down and spanks! his energy-covered fingertips down on your clit. The little sparks of jujutsu coursing through your veins and mingling with the constant thrashes he was pounding out at your g-spot. It’s with one-two-three more hits on top of your ravaged clit that you’re toppling over the edge of your high-

The vision of you cumming on his cock so, soooo fucking pretty…

“F-fuuuuck—” You’re hearing Gojo echo out in what seems like a distance. It was too hard to register with the dizzying sensations in your mind- his tip probin’ inside your cunt again and again and again.

Fucking you through each blissful bout of your high. He lets his lashes flutter just a bit—“S-squeezing me so tight.” Gojo’s voice cracks once he’s letting it out, visceral shivers wracking through his body. “So tight like you don’t wanna- ngh, let go.” His scalding lips fall on top of yours. “But you don’t have to…”

And then he’s veering into his own euphoria.

Pretty pinkish balls emptying out in looooong waves of dribblin’ slick- gooey and hot. Sticking to your walls like a layer of glaze, it gets sploshed about every time Gojo’s pinpointing your insides with his split-ended tip. The circular divot at the very end swervin’ about his white cum—filling you up.

You feel filled to the brim even before he’s done- and Gojo hums at the mess he’s made.

Still cumming. Still so much volume that it leaks out of you anyway - with more n’ more glittery wads of cum being added onto the pile, you couldn’t imagine just how much was going to end up inside you in the end.

How much of it was going to reach your very womb—

“I t-told you.” Gojo breathes out, deep blue eyes staring into yours. It’s just so mesmerizing to stare up into his enchanted look - so much so that you nearly don’t notice once he picks up your left hand. Placing a peck upon its back, “I kept all my oaths, didn’t I? I came home in time for Valentine’s- all your gifts are outside, by the way, my girl.”

You’re nodding dazedly. “You kept your promises, Toru.”

“My oaths.” He corrects - there was a difference, see? But before you can compute that difference, Gojo reaches a hand out towards the destroyed bedroom door- “And there’s another oath I want to make.”

And then it flies into his hand.

You think it might be a tight bundle of his blindfolds, at first. But it ends up being something more solid, something more cubic—something like…a ring box.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my wife.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 27th FEB. at 2:37PM

Overtime.

Throughout the course of your relationship until now, that dreaded ‘o’ word had remained your husband’s metaphorical mistress—and your worst enemy. Of course, Higuruma absolutely hated whenever you mentioned this - first of all, because he’d never, ever take a mistress.

Why would he, when he had you? His beautiful wife.

May lightning strike him down otherwise.

And secondly, because…well alright. Higuruma has to admit that that was the only qualm he had with your little comparison- because he was a self-admitted workaholic.

Whenever divorce season (you always thought this expression to be somewhat morbid, and he just claimed it was fact), or suing season, or some other multi-billion yen case came along—Higuruma and his firm would be thrown into a frenzy. Working long, sleepless nights.

Your husband slept more at his desk than in bed, those days.

Although it has calmed down somewhat since you two had moved in. Since you two had gotten married. 

The law firm had grown - and with it - the number of capable lawyers who could take on a share of cases. Higuruma didn’t have to do anything quite by himself anymore.

Higuruma was more in-check, remember?

Also, the fact that you were around him more—urging him to take care of himself more - likely helped. If he didn’t have you knocking at his home-office door and telling him that you were going to sleep now, then honestly he might just never sleep again. During those seasons, at least.

Except…well, except for this February.

February 14th.

Holed up in his office- he’d been half-way through the nth meeting that day. 

Some massive fraud case that they had in the bag - but the other team wasn’t too bad themselves. One could never be too confident in court. And so here they were, poring through the documents well into the evening when—Higuruma had glanced at his phone for a text from you. By chance.

And it was only then that he’d realized he’d missed Valentine’s Day.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He’d handed that meeting over to a junior and ran out immediately.

Nonetheless, Higuruma has missed his chance- no matter how many bouquets or chocolates he bought you. And so here he was, suffering from a sex ban.

Tortured by it.

Because of his own fault, most certainly. But that didn’t make his poor, neglected cock throb any less.

Still showing up to work with impeccable attendance (even earlier, actually) because the longer he stayed in your proximity, the more desperately he wanted to stuff your hole full. The more he’d think about it at work. The more he’d fantasize about just how wet you’d be when you finally lift this ban. The more he’d run to the bathroom whenever you called—fisting his cock furiously in there to the sound of your voice.

The more those around him grew slightly…concerned.

“S-sir?” His most-trusted junior was bounding up to him after nearly two weeks of this.

As Higuruma lifts his head up, he’s realizing that she’s followed by a froth of other juniors and staff. All seemingly coming to speak with him? Something must be amiss…“How may I help you?”

“Sir, actually—” She looks behind her and nods at the other attorneys. “Sir, we would like to tell you that you’ve been working so hard lately-”

“Well, yes-”

“And the case is so near to a close-”

“Certainly-”

“And we can handle it from here.”

“Oh.”

Kicked out of his own office (not quite, but close enough…). Higuruma Hiromi had been dismissed at the plea of his juniors, who’d clearly thought he’d been working himself to the bone—he’d gone home early for the first time in…his entire life.

And once he got home, Higuruma knew what he needed to do first.

First, he’d go up to you - his beautiful wife - and go a bit of grovelling. As all husbands should. Then he’d get on his knees, eat your pretty pussy—and then…

“P-please—” You’re throwing your head back. Cumming for about the third time in the past hour- Higuruma always had such an effort on you.

No matter how many years you two were together- that first taste of your pussy was always like heaven for him. He could see the pearly gates themselves openin’ up—and to him, it looked quite a lot like those swollen pussylips of yours.

Sensitive n’ splattered in a sheen of slick.

He rubs his thumb between your crevice and licks off those honeyed juices - greedy. Just before he’s swirlin’ his thickened tip around your gummy entrance and shoving inside—the first thrust.

All the way from his fat, mushroomy tip- to the tufts of curly brown at his base. 

Higuruma doesn’t even wait for you to accommodate his size. He doesn’t care if you’re struggling, he doesn’t care if your cunt quivers like you can’t take it all- because a single slide-slide-sliiiIiide down the channel of your pussy and he’s done for.

After not feeling you for soooo fucking long - and he’s immediately pussydrunk.

That stoic, stern attorney is pussydrunk.

“My- my angel—” An immediate scorching pant escapes him. It gusts against your face and leaves your heart racing- everything about Higuruma now just seemed feverish. 

Without a second sentence, he’s reeling his hips back. All the way from base to tip- one of his hands pins down against the side of your hips, the other guides his cock. 

Using it as leverage to lavish your insides with his drivelling pre. Honed, burrowing tip. And the rest of him was just so thiiiiick and covered in angry veins, harder than you ever think he’s been. He massages your cunt even with the tiniest of sultry movements, fucking you in tiny, rapid thrusts. Thrust after thrust.

Every inch of him stretchin’ out your walls just felt incredible-

“Shit—” You keen, arching your spine up into his. Higuruma still had his shirt only partly unbuttoned, and that formal tie of his still dangling from his neck. 

And he doesn’t say a thing.

Too focused on your cunt.

Too focused on perking his hips up just a bit- his ruddied tip swipes the roof of your cunt. Leaving you shocked at the pressure of him inside you, right before he’s funneling you with eeeeven more inches—fighting against the slight resistance at your first ring of muscle to fuck himself even deeper. Deeper. 

And he still doesn’t make a sound. 

He seems to be reaching for your very throat, and you whine. “Sh-shit, Hiromi.” As your legs start to ache n’ strain around his slender waist, your husband dips a hand down between your legs. Making you gasp as his expert fingers start toyin’ with your pretty clit - teasing and draaaagging that sensitive nub out till you start to sob. “Shit—fuck, Hiromi. Hold on-”

“Hold on?”

A chill runs down your spine.

Immediately, you’re snapping your head up to meet Higuruma’s dark, dilated eyes. His expression that seemed something feral—he’s rutting his hips once more. 

This time…this time, you’re realizing that he’d actually been holding back with his strikes earlier. Now, he was plummeting all those nine inches from tip to hilt without stopping. Without slowing down. Without sensually hittin’ at your sweet spots to help you take him better- he was drilling into you like he was crazed. “Hold on?”

Higuruma repeats.

And you can only peer up at him- “Y-yes?” Sobs and saliva clogging up your throat - you sounded pathetic to your own ears. “It was just a saying, Hiromi, I-”

“You want me to…fucking hold on?” Voice slightly breathy. Slightly gone. “I’ve waited-” And between those vicious thrusts that he was pounding upon your pussy, Higuruma spits out lewd whispers. “-waited for too fucking long to have her- and you want me to- fucking—hold—on—”

Three exact slams upon your spongy cervix, it makes you thoroughly squeal. “I-I was just saying-”

“I thought about this pussy every goddamn day and night and-” He was on a roll now. As if the more he rutted himself inside, the less he could control what he said—“-and during every fucking meeting—”

Serious black eyes staring down at you. You could see your own gaping expression reflected in them.

“I ran to the bathroom every morning when you’d call me-” He utters. Admits. “-just to fuck my hand to the sound of your voice—” And you don’t know what’s making your stomach churn more - the registering of his words, or the way that Higuruma thrusts in deep. So deep that he knocks against your womb. “-and you want me to fucking hold on?”

So deep that he’s cumming.

Loooooong, miry stripes of seed that stick to your walls. 

They dribble down your insides. That glaze every inch of you in a creamy white- splashin’ around your insides and coating every nook n’ cranny. It just feels so sizzling hot inside of you, and you’re shivering at the feeling of him warming you up from the inside - saturated sap leaving you whimpering at the noise. The warmth.

He fucks his webs of seed deeper inside. And you raise your head up ever-so-slightly and watch as it dribbles out of you.

And Higuruma can’t help but do the same-

“Fuck…” He breathes. “S-so are we about to hold off on that pregnancy, too?”

.

.

.

“Boss-” Higuruma turns his head at the address of his title - none other than the very same junior from yesterday. She shuffled slightly before him, almost nervous to voice out such thoughts—“You seem well today, sir.”

Higuruma hums, “Is that so?”

She nods eagerly. “Your dark circles have cleared up- and you seem to be glowing. Alert. A bit more sharp than you were yesterday…” Assessing all of him- “You just seem happier than you’ve been in days, sir. Is the fraud case really going that well?”

And he has to hide a smile with the paper he was holding. “You could say that…”

A/N. No idea why this turned into them also trying to get us pregnant- maybe I’m ovulating??

His legs were propped up on the desk while he leaned back in his chair with arms crossed. His eyes followed you throughout the office with a grin on his rugged face, very much enjoying the show—or, should you say, his birthday present.

The costume that he picked out for you was a maid's headband, a white lace choker, a very short maid-themed dress that barely covered your ass, and black lace thigh stockings with black heels. When you first glanced at yourself in the mirror, your mouth fell open because you looked like you came straight out of a porno. You shouldn't be surprised, since this man occasionally reads lewd magazines, so of course he knows how to make you look like that.

Every time you reach above your head to get to high places, the skirt of your dress hikes up and exposes the curve of your ass. When you go to dust something on the lower shelf, your breasts almost threaten to spill over the top of your dress. The whole time you've been cleaning, your cheeks have been flushed from embarrassment.

You try to focus and keep a calm expression, ignoring how your hand slightly shakes while you clean.

"Hey, sweetheart, I think you missed a spot."

His voice pulls you from your concentration, making you stop and turn your attention to the white-haired man. His feet were no longer propped on the desk but instead on the floor as he pointed down underneath the desk.

You bit the inside of your lip in annoyance, your eyes narrowing at him. "Yes, coming," you mutter as the click of your heels echoes in the office with each step you take.

Once you reach him behind the desk, he slides his chair back to give you space to get underneath. "Yeah, I believe it's a bit dusty under there. Be a dear and get that." He stated with a sly grin on his face, making you tighten your grip around the duster in your hand.

You wanted to smack the demon upside the head with it, but you didn't. You agree to do this for him because you want him to enjoy his birthday and be a gracious girlfriend.

"Yes, sir." You uttered, trying to sound like an obedient maid, and went along with the roleplay.

You slowly knelt to the floor and carefully crawled toward the small space. Once close enough, you begin to de-dust the space while feeling his burning gaze roaming over you.

You're about done when your breath hitches, your head almost hitting against the desk as you feel a boot hiking your dress more over your hips—giving him a full view of your ass and your black thong.

"Now that's a lovely view," he uttered, a whistle falling from his lips as he admired the mound of your exposed ass.

"S-sir, I'm done." You stammered out, feeling warmth flooding your face. You shuffle out from under the desk, and before you can move to get up, a hand grips your shoulder. He kept you kneeling in front of him, trapping you between both of his legs.

You peer up at him to see his blue eyes staring down at you with a dangerous glint. His hand moves from your shoulder to wrap his fingers around your chin. "Why don't you be a doll and give your boyfriend a blowjob, hmm?" He purred out while his thumb brushed against your bottom lip—a shiver ran down your body as you felt heat pool in your lower belly.

His word didn't surprise you much because you knew this situation was going to end with him getting a happy ending—you were more than happy to oblige.

"Okay, sir." You answered.

Pleased with your response, he removed his hands from your chin and leaned back in his chair.

Your gaze moves from his and trails down till you notice the bulge that strains underneath his pants. His hands were already working to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

His cock sprang out once it was free from its confinement, hanging heavy and rigid between his thighs, the tip flushed while it was glistening with pre-cum. Dante was well above average, especially in both the department of girth and length.

You bit the inside of your lips, knowing that you're probably going to have to work hard to put all of him in your mouth.

You move up from your calves to place yourself between his thighs, and wrapping your hand around his cock—your hand is barely able to wrap completely around him.

You gave it a stroke before hovering your mouth above, tongue darting out to glide against the slit of his tip, savoring the taste of him on your taste bud.

You felt his thighs tense as you pulled the tip in your mouth, sucking and releasing him with a lewd plop.

"Oh fuck—come on, doll, don't be a tease." He groans out, his hand wrapped around your head.

You trace the vein along his shaft before taking him back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his cock, your cheek hollows out as you suck.

You were about to plop off and tease him again, but he gripped your head with both hands and shoved you down as he thrust up.

Making you gag as you take in all of his length, your throat constricting around his cock as you struggle to breathe, spit dribbling from your lips. Your face pressed snug against his pelvis, his scent overwhelming your senses as you tried to breathe through your nose—musk and gunpowder.

"That's a good girl—breathe through your nose." He rasped out, you moan around his cock in response as your thighs squeeze from his praises.

Tears swell in the corner of your eyes once he begins thrusting into your mouth, your fingers gripping his thighs for balance.

"Fuck—doing so good, baby." He growled out, his thrust becoming faster, cock bullying into your throat deeper.

Your fingernail digging into his thighs, spit dribbling down your chin and around his length as he used your mouth like his own little fuck toy.

All you can do is moan around his cock as the sound of his groans and filthy praises fill your ears—slick pooling between your thighs, drenching your thong.

"Hold your breath, doll," he mutters, his thrust becoming slow.

He threw his head back, burying his cock in your throat as he spilled his seed, groaning at how your throat spasmed around his twitching length.

You gag and moan as your vision becomes blurred from struggling to breathe, making you unable to think, your throat milks every drop.

Once you drank every drop of his seed, he withdrew his cock from your mouth.

Your chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, lips swollen and glistening with spit.

You look up at Dante with half-lidded eyes, and tears still pool in the corner of your eyes. Only to see the white-haired demon looking down at you with an intense hunger.

You gasp as he snatches you up with inhuman speed and strength and lays you on his desk. You felt the coolness of the desk against your skin, your legs hanging off the edge, feeling the wood digging into the back of your knees.

His hand reaches out to yank the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts as your nipples harden from the cool air.

The skirt of your dress hikes up as he spreads your thighs apart to accommodate his big frame between them.

He leaned down and wrapped his mouth over your breast, tongue flicking the hard bud over and over before swirling around it.

"Dante—" You moan, your back arching as your hands grip his shoulders, feeling goosebumps forming from where his long white strand tickles your skin.

He snakes a hand between your thighs, his fingers stroking your folds through your soaked thong.

He gave your pussy a slap, your hips jolted as a whine pulled from your mouth from the surprise smack.

He gave your tit a good suck before giving it a wet plop. "Naughty girl, remember it's sir." He said, peering down at you with a smirk, before tearing the soaked fabric off you.

"S—sorry, sir," you stammered out, hips bucking when his finger strokes your clit.

"Good girl," he purred, leaning down and sucking the sensitive skin on your neck, leaving a trail of marks down your neck to your collarbone.

You gasp as he thrusts two thick fingers into your cunt, your walls stretching around his fingers. Your hips twitch as his fingers make a scissors motion, stretching you more.

His mouth engulfs your other breast, his tongue teasing your bud while he begins to fuck you with his fingers.

"Ngh—sir," You moan, your walls clenching around his plunging digits as hot pleasure begins to coil in your lower stomach.

"Such a naughty pussy. You can hear it singing to me." He teases, your slickness drenching his fingers down to his knuckle, hearing the sound of your pussy squelching each time his finger pumps into you.

"I'm s—sorry, sir, it feels—good." You moan, lips parting wider as he adds a third digit. Your thighs tremble more as he thrusts into you deeper and faster.

Every motion clouding your mind with pleasure, the coil in your lower stomach tightened even more as you were edging toward your climax.

"That's right, baby—cum for me." He cooed, his other hand finding your clit, your grip on his shoulders tightened as he began to rub tight circles against it.

You cry out, the coil in your stomach snapping, your body shaking while your orgasm tears through you. You feel your wall spasm around his fingers as you climax. Your juices leak onto his fingers, making a mess on his hand and the desk under you.

You lay breathless on top of the desk, body shaking from the aftershock of your orgasm. His fingers withdraw from your sensitive cunt slowly, making your hips stutter.

"What a naughty maid, you made a mess," he chided with a playful tone.

Your eye flickered between your thighs to see him stroking his cock with your juices.

You yelp as he grips your hips and drags you toward him till your ass sits on the edge of the desk.

"I guess I should punish you."

His hands grip the back of your thighs and spread you under him before guiding his fat tip to line up with your hole.

"Wa-wait, sir—"

Before you can protest, he drives into you in one hard thrust.

A broken sob caught in your throat, your back arching off the desk as he splits you open.

Tears swell at the corner of your lash line from the brutal stretch and pressure.

You realize that he only put half his length in you when he sharply thrusts the rest of himself into you, your mouth falling open wider as he pushes deeper and deeper.

The unbearable fullness has your breathing ragged, your cunt stretched tight around him, while your body trembles.

Dante let out a guttural groan at your walls fluttering around him. "Fuck, you're going to drive me crazy if you keep squeezing me." He rasped, his hips flushed against yours.

"Sir—it's too much—" you whine, voice shaking.

He let out a low, cruel chuckle, grinding in deeper, forcing you to feel every inch of him. Your hands claw at the desk under you as his cock presses against your cervix.

"This is such a lovely view, stretch so pretty around my cock with that cute face."

He leans down and pushes your knees into the desk, pressing you into a mating press. His lips brush against the shell of your ear. "I'm going to thrust into you until your inside takes the shape of my dick." He husked out, voice low, sending a shiver through your body.

He drags his cock out completely before slamming back in your cunt, tearing wanton moans from your mouth as he begins to fuck you.

The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the quiet of the office. His pace is merciless, every thrust so deep and punishing that the desk rattles underneath you.

You can't help the desperate little sounds spilling out from you, sobs turning into whimpers. Your mind becomes numb and blank from the pleasure and pain slamming into you from each drag of his thick cock. You feel a lovely ache in your lower belly as the knot slowly tightens from each mean thrust he makes you take.

"Pretty sounds from my cute girl—fuck—it's making my dick crazy at how your pussy is squeezing me, like it's asking to be filled." He groaned out, his hips slapping harsher against yours as he relished the desperate pleas that fell from your lips. Every snap of his hips drives deeper into you, his tip knocking the air out of your lungs every time it slams into your womb.

"P-please, Dante—" You stutter out, your voice trembling, unable to make any coherent sentence from how cockdrunk you've become.

His teeth latch onto your sensitive spot on your neck, tongue lapping over the marks he left. "That's right, cum on my cock, sweetheart." He growled out.

Your eyes roll back as he angles his cock to slam against that sweet spot deep in your walls, his hips not faltering as he maintains the quick, punishing pace. One of his hands let go of the back of your knees and slithered down between your legs to the sensitive bundle of nerves and began to rub vigorous circles against it.

You scream out his name, the knot in your lower belly snapping as your climax slams into you. Your body violently shakes from the orgasm tearing through you, making your velvety walls clench hard around his cock.

He let out a guttural groan, feeling your pussy soak his cock. He doesn't stop, his grip tightens around the back of your knees, holding you firmly in place as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You sob from his cock driving into your overstimulated pussy. You squirm under him, unable to move or escape, but take every merciless stroke.

"Dante—ngh—please, it's too much." You babble out, tears streaking down your cheeks as every drag of his cock tears raw, painful pleasure through you.

"Be a good girl and take everything I give you." He snarls, his hips slamming into you, becoming erratic and faster—the pace can only be described as feral. You sob as his finger rubs tight circles against your overstimulated, sensitive clit.

You cry out as he pulls another orgasm from you, stars forming at the edge of your vision, your walls clenching around him as your juices drench his length.

He groans loud and deep from your pussy milking him for everything he's worth. His hips snap flush against you as he comes, his cock twitching as he paints your walls with his hot rope of cum.

You were an incoherent mess, folded underneath him as his cock filled you to the brim.

His fingers wrap around your chin, forcing your gaze to lock on his. "Look at me, such a cute fuck-out face."

He presses a long, loving kiss to your lips, devouring your whimpers as he grinds his cock deeper into you, his seed seeping out of your overstimulated hole.

Once he moves his lips away from yours, he peers down at your breathless, exhausted form with a grin, "Thank you for the present, sweetheart." Taking in every detail of how you look and ingraining it in his mind.

Notes: Fun fact, I took inspo from yandere/obsessive smutty mangas to write this. Hoping to write an obsessive Dante fic in the future(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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Now, usually Toji Fushiguro was one to keep his inhuman strength in check. Usually, he didn’t go overboard. 

Usually. 

But oh he couldn’t bring it in himself to feel even an ounce of regret when you gasp. Whirling your drunken eyes around to meet his sleazy grin - he knew what he was doing. 

Pecking a trailway of innocent kisses down your thoroughly tear-glossed cheeks, Toji licks a languid line up the salty taste. And he’s still not stopping. Hell, he’s not even slowing down - could barely even imagine it.

Because Toji Fushiguro is out of control. Feral. Jostling his hips upwards into yours to rummage around your stretchy walls. His thick shaft spreads your gummy channel open oh-so-perfectly to nudge up against your hidden sweet spots, rotund cockhead shooting out wet sloshes of precum.

“Y-you did that on purpose.” you moan.

“Hmm, did I?” he takes a few seconds to mockingly ponder, dark brows knitting across his sweat-sheened forehead in concern. Before grinning, “Yeah- heh, yeah I did-” Barely even giving you the time to snap back before he’s forcing his relentless, fatigued limbs standing upright. Dragging you in midair right along with him - held up so pliantly like some ragdoll in a full nelson hooked underneath your dangling legs. “-but I don’t hear hngh- her complainin’.”

God, if anything it was the opposite.

Because your sloppy cunt was talking for you. Wrenching out the most obscenely syrupy squelches that make Toji’s mouth water. 

Dragging his tongue down his lips and toying with the edge of his scar in a way he wishes he could with your slobbery pussy. “L-look at that. She’s m-more than happy to be all filled up- she’s practically hngh- begging for one more. Isn’t she?”

And you could hear the way that Toji’s deep baritone cracks at the very end. It didn’t even sound like him - unsteady and hot. Begging.

Muscles flexing when he bounces you up and down- You didn’t even know if he was in control of his heavenly restriction at this point.

Bulging biceps bruise into your tender skin when he’s slamming you bent over all prettily onto the cool mahogany surface of your desk. One leg hiking upwards, the other kneeing open your boneless thighs wider. Pound after heavy pound that rattles the furniture against the wall. 

“This won’t do-” he groans, circling the very ends of his fingers around your stretched hole. Stuffing back those creamy dredges of remnants from his cum from just before, “-told ya to t-take it not waste it.”

He’s so mean. Gifting the curve of your pussymound with a sharp swat! that leaves syrupy splatters of seed glossing all down Toji’s palm. His wrist. All for him to dart out a tongue down the filthy mess, before plugging back into your overspilling pussy. 

“M-maybe you should just- ah-” You struggle uselessly in his hold, your bumbling mess of babbles so sweet in his ears that it makes his sensitive cock twitch. “-fill me up all over a-again, baby-”

Oh.

Oh.

Now, he knew you were thoroughly drunken on his cock, but he didn’t think you were already this fucked stupid. Fuck twitching - Toji thinks he could cum right then and there. 

“Ah f-fuck- s’that what my pretty mama wants, hm?” Uncharacteristically gently, he’s swiping away a few stray plaster pieces that had fallen their way down from the wall. “Wan’ me to fill this c-cute cunt ‘ntil she heh- can’t fit anymore, huh?” Bruising now. His hip bones on your ass, fingers around your hips, twitchy balls so heavy and smacking away against your drooling pussy. Veiny knuckles of his clasp around the edge of the desk to fuck you like he hates you. Out of control. “To f-fuck her until she- haah- makes me a daddy a-all over again?”

“Yes!” you’re nodding half-lucidly. Shaky fingers clawing their way over the expensive desk, those office documents you really should’ve been working on, allll the way around to drag red, red lines down Toji’s throat. “Need it- hngh- n-need more Toji so badly-”

And he gulps, eyes glassing over with fucking tears at the sting. So good. Hissing, “F-filthy girl.” Two of his fat fingers dance their groping way down to your plump clit and pinches, “Then ya better take it- all-”

You see white-hot electricity pass by yours eyes when you cum - or maybe that was the way that Toji fucks up his orgasm into you like an animal. 

Feral.

Wave after wave of thick seed being milked so thoroughly by your gripping walls. It makes him slump every muscle of his towering body drained, he’s falling onto two pathetic elbows to crush you underneath his bodyweight. 

There’s so much of him. And Toji only has to blink. He only has to crack his dewy eyes open a mere millimeter, one sneaking glance downwards at your gaping cunt before-

THUD!

“Oh, mama—” he gasps - and you do, too. But not for the same reason as Toji, no, because you’re just now noticing that your desk was sagging suspiciously low. 

You don’t get to ask since when, because in a split-second, you’re being wrangled onto all fours on the floor. 

Still not done. Still not pulling out. Still not slowing down a singular second, Toji rests one of his feet on top of your head. Hard. “Can’t break the f-floor now…can we?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Evil twin?!

“Y-you want me to what?” Nanami’s husky baritone quakes - trembling at your little request. Jittery fingers sensually smack! smack! smacking his sodden tip down onto your sweet sopping pussy lips. Filthy. “Be rough? Are you sure, my love?”

“Of course, Ken. I trust you–” you’re batting your lashes up at your half-delirious husband in a way that makes his lower lip wobble. “It’ll be a good way to de-stress, dontcha think?”

Is he in heaven?

Nanami curls his fingers around that velvety yellow tie he didn’t even bother removing after his overtime.

And he’s so soft when he’s kissing away the pearly beads of sweat on your forehead, dragging his plump lips down, down, down to press pretty peck after peck on your lips. Hushly whispering, “B-but the kids are just down the hall- we don’t ah- don’t want them to wake up…”

You only grin, “Then you better make sure I stay quiet, hm?”

And that string of slurring words makes Nanami pant, it makes his glassy hazel eyes widen almost comically- and, truly, you’d almost forgotten just what your powerful husband was capable of. 

Just how ruthless. 

Because it doesn’t take even a split-second for him to flip you onto all fours. You yelp when that tie of his finds its way to tie your wrists together. All but ripping your silky nightgown, and you…moan.

Oh? He jostles two thumbs to smear your soaking folds open and smiles. How cute.

“S’fuckin’ drenched-” Nanami hisses. Strained. In awe. Peaking in one syrupily coated finger into his mouth and moaning. And you just gasp when you’re being gifted with a bruising smack! right around the rim of your entrance, slobbering out a fresh wave of sweet, sweet slick. “-s’this all f’me, darling?”

“Y-yes-”

Swat!

“Ah ah- none of that. Big girls don’t stutter.”

All you can do is whirl your eyes back over your shoulder because who is this? 

But what you’re met with is the utterly sexy display of your ruined husband - strands of his blond hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, eyes wild. Heaving. Like something primal was just awoken…

Clutching onto the wrinkled sheets, you mewl, “Yes- s’all for you, Kento–”

Shit. You watch as his rosy lips sag open into an oh! before craning downwards to spit a silky rivulet of saliva right into your glistening pussy. 

And even after so many years, even after having kids, you’d still never gotten used to the way Nanami’s girth would split you apart so sinfully. How massive he was. Barging between your pursed lips to feed you inch after hefty inch of his girth, they’re dragging out the most sinful squelches from down below. And from your mouth-

“Shh sh sh-” He’s covering your slack maw shut with all five long fingers, and you keen at the cool contrast of Nanami’s wedding ring. “Quietly- love- quiet. You can do it- ah- y-you can take my fuckin’ cock, m’kay?”

Nanami’s words were every bit of gentleness that his hips weren’t. 

Fucking into you in languid, deep strokes to swipe a steamy wave of precum down your sweetest spots. It was too much-

“W-where do you think you’re going, my love?” 

Fuck.

You didn’t even realize the way that your helpless fingers were closing in around the headboard, gyrating your hips away from the thoroughly mean crashes of your husband’s cock. Blinking away the big, bulbous tears in your eyes, you muffle out a whiny, “S-sorry Ken-”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” Without warning, five harsh fingers wrap around your tender throat in a vice-like necklace - hauling your limp body up against his front. “If you’re really s-sorry, darling, wontcha be a good girl n’ open that mouth f’me?”

Usually, your husband was the absolute sweetest. Mumbling out sweet praises into your ear and helping you take your time to milk him whole. 

But right now Nanami was impatient. 

He was out of control - like a completely different person.

Treating you like some ragdoll when he’s tugging down your mouth open with a few calloused pads of his fingers. Leering his handsome face closer to spit. 

Missing halfway - on purpose.

Nanami chuckles when he’s lolling his pinkish tongue out to swipe at the translucent splatters. Pinning you to his cushiony pecs with that rough restraint, he’s slanting a syrupy sweet kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Good- fuckin’- girl-”

And the bed creaks. The bed protests - headboard rickety when Nanami slams! one veined arm down and rams everything he has to give - seconds away from shattering, both him and the bedframe. Everything. 

Shit-

Shit shit shi- he swears you just got wetter.

Nanami gapes, powerful hips thrusting and thrusting until your ass scratches up against that golden happy trail running through the middle of his abs. Weepy, rotund head probing against your spongy cervix and just the slight recoil that had him parting stickily from it makes him almost sob. 

“There we go- thereee we go-” Nanami rattles out, hollowed. Every squeeze of your clingy walls around his throbbing shaft was so cozy, fucking you into the mattress until his skin reddened. “-there we fuckin’ go- s’what you hngh- wanted, right? Wanted to be fucked like such a slut?”

“Please-” you’re hiccuping, now fully bent into such an obscene curve and wrangling uselessly. “-yes-  yes yes yes feel s’good-”

You’re drooling now, lips falling further and further open with every French kiss Nanami was placing on your bruised and battered g-spot. Dangerously so.

Dangerously loud.

With a proud chuckle, he’s slapping another dripping wet swat on your plump clit - glissading your presoaked slit. Before bullying between your soft lips to swirl his fat digits around your tongue. Deep. Forcing you to taste yourself. 

His gruff moan is dark. Promising. “Told ya to be quiet. The kids are asleep n’ we don’t n-need them to know they’re gonna be ngh- b-big siblings, yet. Right, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - An example…

Now, to Geto Suguru, sex was an art. Sex was the time he could toy with your pretty pussy until you were crying for more, more, more-

So- why is he here - strong limbs jostling your own into such a painful mating press, swollen cockhead battering and bruising away at your bulging g-spot with each pound. Furious. 

All in front of his association, to boot.

Because, Geto Suguru was angry. 

“Ngh- please Suguru- more-”

“What was that?” he’s leering down, lips curled into such a feral grin that was splashed across his pretty features. And you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to, because he’s forcing your knees down to push against your bouncing tits. Folding you utterly in half, he turns to your audience. “Do you think she ah- deserves to speak?”

Through your lusty haze, you don’t get to see the answers. But Geto spits out a husking, “Speak.”

The entire room jolts at his eerie sweet voice - dangerous. Roughened around the edges in a tone he’d never used on you before. 

Batting away a few glistening tears on your lashes, you mumble, “M-m’sorry for ah- costing us the m-mission-”

“Shut up.” And he’s planting a smack onto the sensitive spot on your plump clit so hard that you’re seeing stars - suns, even. Slowing down his mean cadence to carve down every gooey sensitive spot inside you with his throbbing veins. Every rasping word of his was hoarse, punctuated with a thorough clash against the very bottom of your pussy. Pushing your legs up so tight you hear your joints pop! “Do you hngh- know how much I- we trusted you, gorgeous?”

Your nails leave raking red lines down his flexing back, and the way his muscles shifted underneath your touch was drool-worthy. “I-I know- m’sorry-”

“All because ya got a little distracted by the fuck- strongest-” 

And, truly, Geto admits that perhaps he was there to watch you carry out your little spy mission. He admits that the sight of you batting your lashes at a certain sorcerer had him clenching his teeth harder than necessary. Fuming. 

Because you were his. 

It has him looming over the delicate crook of your neck, so up close and personal that every heated pant feels condensed. And he can’t think - can’t do anything but sink his teeth down hard into your skin. Enough to draw blood-

“Fuck! Sugu-” you cry out. “It w-won’t happen again, I promise-”

“Heh, you sure?” Geto grins, but he can’t hide the way the pale column of his neck falls to swipe his inky black hair out of his face. Crushing you like a lawnchair in half, he’s twisting his strong forearm to block your heaving airway. “What do we think? Is our lovely hngh- second-in-command sorry?”

It takes you a few seconds to register he’s not even talking to you, and even more to register the soft, murmuring answers.

You don’t have the right state to even try and understand them right now - but luckily for you, Geto snarls his way into a clash of teeth and lips with yours. Tugging hard on your glossed lower lip, “Better not fuckin’ mess up again.”

Oh, he was still fucking you so furiously. 

Wrestling your pathetically droopy legs further and further up his sculpted deltoids, you’re sure that the tatami mat below would be patterned on your back already. One hand of his cranes behind his neck to pin your ankles together. And Geto-

Shit, Geto was letting his jaw hang slack - drooling. Eyes locked on you and you only.

Whispering, “You’re mine.” The headlock only growing tighter. Dangerous. You didn’t know whether it was from the lack of air or from his ruthless rummages at your mushy walls but it had you so lightheaded. He slides a thumb down your soaking wet slit and presses onto the button of your clit. Hard. “Y-you’re mine here-” Then up, up, up to about halfway down your stomach, splaying out to feel for the lewd nudge of his fat, burning hot head thump! thump! thumping against the insides of your pussy. Inflating you from the inside out. “-and you’re mine here-” Before finally - finally - pressing a saturated kiss onto your lips, as he usually would. “-and here.”

Your leader looked utterly ruined. 

And it’s not long - not long at all - before his sloppy strokes get almost painfully filthy. Before he feels stars burst behind his firmly scrunched shut lids, and his thwacking balls clench. Building and building-

“Open that mouth- fuck! Open it-” Geto hiccups out, plump lower lip trembling at the sheer need. And the very moment your lips are opening just wide enough - he’s pulling out. Your disappointed whine falling on deaf ears when Geto drags himself up to straddle your pretty face with his thick, muscular thighs. And he cums. “Take it- hngh- you’ll fuckin’ take it alll up- wontcha?”

Creamy ribbons of his seed splat their way right onto the middle of your tastebuds and it makes Geto huff out a drunken bout of laughter at the mess he’s making. Thick fingers flying up and down to milk out every pearly ounce of his cum onto your face. 

Heh, it’s not a bad punishment - he’s musing.

Guiding to swipe the curve of his reddened tip along your trembly lips like a little lipstick. You look so much like his that he can’t help but cum- again. And again. And again and again and-

“Sh-shit look what ya do to me-” Geto moans, and you swear it cracks into a whine at the very end. “I can’t- oh fuck- can’t stop.”

He wouldn’t stop - he couldn’t.

Greedy gaze locked on you, one massive palm slams! somewhere above your head to hunch his toned body over. Geto’s entire body wracks violently above you with each shuddering wave. Filthy. “Can’t be a-anyone- can’t be anyone else. B-because…you’re mine, right?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Candy Crush

Oh…if heaven exists then it would be right here, right now - with Choso desperately stuffing himself into your thinly-clothed cunt for the first time ever. Breathing- no, gulping in deep heavals of your essence in a way that makes his dewy eyes roll back. 

“B-baby- my pretty baby…are you sure?” he’s gasping out in feverishly hot puffs of condensation. And despite the tiny tremor of uncertainty in his voice, he’s spreading your thighs even further open all for him.

You huff out a drunken giggle, tugging impatiently at one of his sweat-dampened locks. “M’sure, Cho- really need you.”

“Oh, d-don’t say that-” he’s hiccuping, coral pink lips wobbling. And you feel the back of Choso’s thumb swipe down the puffy mound of your soaked pussy, smearing down a wet coating all over his slender digits. “I-I can’t when you say things like that- oh-”

Anything and everything that Choso was babbling is thrown out of the window with just one darting lick at the sloppy dredges of your sweet, sweet slick on his fingers. With an electric-like jolt, he’s popping it into his mouth to suck. That syrupy taste enough to have him bucking his achy erection down hard into the plush mattress. 

To have him gape, “B-baby…”

And before you know it, he’s dragging you halfway down the mattress like a toy to roughly attach his lips with your own swollen ones - too hasty, too depraved to even think of pulling aside your sticky panties. Strong forearms pinning your squirming thighs so hard to the bed that you half-wonder whether it would bruise. His heated tongue darts through and around that sliver of fabric - tasting it.

“Y-you’re ngh! liking this, baby?” you coo, threading your fingers through his strands in a useless attempt to get an answer - but Choso barely budges. Biceps flexing when he cushions you to his body even tigher. “How are you f-feeling?”

It takes him a few seconds to even hear your words - too wrapped up tonguing away your absolutely ruined panties to swirl a sensual circle around your saturated clit. Groaning gingerly, “It feels- ngh- feels like I could cum from j-jus’ this.”

And he was being so honest that it made Choso blush - a bright crimson flush that started from his hollow cheeks and all the way down to his bawling, reddish head. Hips rutting over and over into the silken sheets, but he couldn’t spare a hand to fuck into it right now.

None at all - because Choso needed to have you cum all over his face before he did himself. 

So you gasp when he drags his tongue away with a final, spit-slicked smooch right on your puffy clit. Whimpering out a soft, “R-ride my face, baby–”

That nod of yours is just barely done halfway through, just barely moving your head affirmative before with a sudden nudge of his soft, mountainous palms on your hips - you’re straddling Choso’s pretty face. And he’s not letting you hover - no, the complete opposite, in fact.

You’re being manhandled with a rough hand around your waist to drag your full weight onto Choso’s greedy mouth. Puckering up to plunge his tongue into your sloppy entrance, swirling around a wet circle at your rim before fucking into you.

Pure animal instinct - he’s so messy.

Muffling out a throaty, “S-so sweet- fuck- like candy. S-s’this right? Does this feel good- ah-” Those half-lidded eyes of his are immediately latching onto the way a few of your trembly fingers were dancing their way down to your neglected clit. 

Your boyfriend - your sweet, gentle boyfriend - is swatting away that hand rudely. Brows furrowing together into a plea when he rolls his free thumb over your plump clit. Toying. 

“Nuh uh- m’sorry, baby- m’sorry but-” Eyes blazing. “-s’all for me.” 

He’s so chin-deep into your cunt that every word comes out lewdly garbled, poking the upper half of his face over to suck on one of your sensitive pussy lips and bites. Choso’s dragging his face wherever you’d let him and it was hypnotic. “H-have the biggest fuckin’ c-crush on you, y’know?”

You didn’t know if he even realized what he was saying right now.

“Y-you do?” you’re tittering, core aching with the quick, dribbling gyrations of your hips down onto his face. But it wasn’t enough - it might never be enough and he was constantly leaving a light swat on your ass to make you use him. Faster. 

“Mhmm–” Choso nods and nods and nods and he’s plunging his hot and heavy tongue into your gummy walls. “-the biggest c-crush. I really wanna hngh! make you my- ngh- my lover…my wife.”

“Choso…” you hum, voice sending blood pumping to his beautifully flushed face all over again. And he finds it in himself to bite into your clit and suck. Shit. “-I am your lover.”

“R-really?” In awe.

You don’t know who’s cumming first - you or Choso. 

Because only with a few more syrupy slurps of his tongue on your throbbing cunt, you’re gushing all your juices down the lower half of his face. Forming an obscenely wet mask all down his dripping chin, his nose, all the way up to his cheekbones. 

And oh Choso loves it. 

Choso can’t get enough.

He can’t help but gulp and gulp down every one of your pearly splatters as he fucks you through your high. Over and over-.

That is, until-

“N-noo-” Choso’s whimpering, hands bruising where they’re immediately digging into your waist to halt you to a stop. And his bulging biceps flex in such a mouth-watering way when he’s easily plopping your entire body weight down onto his lap easily - onto his urgently twitching cock. Nudging apart your puffy pussy folds to slide just his fattened tip into the snug channel of your cunt before- “N-need to cum inside. Please- ngh! Need to.”

And Choso’s cumming just from tasting your pretty pussy. 

Shooting out thick waves of his seed, your clingy walls are gripping so tightly around his bolting cock that it makes him sob. It makes him attach his fingers bruisingly onto your waist as he ruts his hips up mindlessly. 

“C-can I taste it again, baby…” He’s gulping at the oozes of cum that overspills a glossy coat down his shaft in the perfect creampie. “-w-wanna see if it tastes sweeter now.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “Both…”

“I should fuck ya stupid-” Sukuna utters, followed by a rough sinking of his teeth into your earlobe. And it takes everything in him to keep out the tiny cracking of his rumbling baritone, to try and not fucking stutter like some weakling. “-th-then maybe ya wouldn’t be able to hah- talk outta that slutty pussy, brat.”

You’re huffing in indignation, biting your own set of teeth into the tattooed skin of the king’s shoulder. Barely even a kitten nip to him. “I-I’m serious, Kuna- I wanna take b-”

SLAM!

His curled first comes down hard onto the decadent armrest on his royal throne. Anything - everything - that’s keeping his composure right now. 

Sukuna spits out a heated, “Don’t you dare s-say it-”

You roll your eyes, jostling your hips a little too sensually when you lean up to his toweringly inhuman figure. All the way up to whisper smugly in his ear, “-both.”

It’s silence, at first.

And you’re not even sure that Sukuna heard you at first - that special word just about on the tip of your tongue once more - before, wordlessly, he picking you up with two of his big, beefy arms. Fully. Remaining two curling around the thick hilts of his matchingly hard cocks to guide them all the way to your tearful slit. 

“Well then…” Sukuna’s dark snicker snaps you out of your reverent awe, because his fat, rotund tips were so swollen. The sheer circumference staggering that you had no idea how they were going to fit. “-better take it all then, woman.”

It feels like you’re being split-apart, Sukuna’s barely even bullying his twin heads to spearhead open your sopping cunt and you swear you already feel him poking around at your womb. He’s so ruthless. Not hesitating for even a second before pumping your walls stock full of his thickened inches. Over and over-

“Well?” he’s manspreading his muscular thighs in a way that makes you bounce precariously. All four arms crossing while he bears you with a sleazy grin you know doesn’t bode well. “Was heh- whinin’ and crying until you got it. Take it, then.”

Oh, he was so mean.

But you weren’t one to back down so easily, either. 

“F-fine-” you huff, hands steadying on his flexing shoulders when you’re gyrating your hips downwards. Gulping up his long, hefty inches that rub against all your sweet spots without even trying. “Shit- y-you’re in so deep, Kuna-”

And this makes Sukuna stiffen, it makes his massive cocks swell even girthier with a sudden rush of blood likely all the way from his brain. Leaving him throughly pussydrunken but in denial. Smack! You feel his sharp nails sting against your ass. “D-don’t think those ngh- filthy words of yours are gonna work this time, lil’ human.”

“M’jus’ saying-” you whine. Splaying a hand down to the nudging divot forming at your stomach, and you’re pressing down hard to thumb over the ruthless curve of his rummaging tips. “-can already feel you right h-here n’ you’re not even halfway- mmpf-”

Sukuna has to make you shut up.

He needs to.

And his first way of going about it is to cover your mouth with one of his monstrous hands, manifesting that second mouth of his from his stomach to smear across his palm. Into a wet, sinful French kiss. 

And his second? Well…

“God- y-you don’t even know what you-” he shudders out, two hands possessively forming a vice-like grip onto your waist. Body wracking with heaves when your clingy walls mesh and mold around his rock-hard cocks. “-what you do to me.”

You squeal - or, at least, you think you do. It’s muffled into your filthy, filthy kiss with Sukuna’s other mouth when he’s slamming your hips down riotously into his.

There’s no warning. No start signal - nothing before all of a sudden the king of curses is bucking your hips down, down, down into his over and over. Like some toy. The stretch is so dizzying that you can feel your maw slack open, drool trailing its delirious pathway down the side of your lips - with his excess mouth happily slurping it all up.

You honestly feel like you’re being ruined. 

Pulled to and fro anywhere and everywhere.

“Heh, too much?” Sukuna has the audacity to giggle - giggle. Low and husky in a hot pant against your ear. 

Yet, of course, the king never apologizes - well, to anyone except you. But for now he’s only stringing his hand away from your mouth, snapping away delicate ropes of saliva from the both of you. Instead, replacing it with another hand attached right onto your plump clit - and with it, his second mouth.

“Oh- shit shit shit-” you jolt. The dual- no, triple stimulation of his cocks kissing swooping glides of precum down your spongy cervix all the way to your g-spot and his mouth sucking on your sensitive nub was too much. Toying with you. “I-I didn’t know you could- ngh- could do- that-”

And Sukuna laughs, only grinding his palm up in a sopping wet smear against your stuffed pussymound to lap up each splatter of your sweet, sweet juices. Dredged out every time his hefty, cum-filled balls slam into your cunt.

“Special treatment fer taking ngh- both of me.” he’s grunting. The third of his beefy arms smush your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, overgrown digits so large that he’s squeezing into your airway. “Does the queen h-have any more requests, hm?”

You can only shake your head no - anything more and you had a feeling that you just might not be making it out in one piece. That is, if you do this time. 

“Good.” And Sukuna only smiles. Three of his arms slithering their way around your trembly body - the fourth taking its sweet, sweet time to dive into your clit and bite. Lightly. You’re giving up practically every ounce of control to him. “Now, jus’ relax n’ let your husband take over.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Stronger.

“I-I can take it-”

“Toru…”

“Promise- ngh- promise I can take it, s-sweetheart. Heh, it’s you that has to be worried.”

You had absolutely zero idea how an impromptu sparring session with Gojo Satoru - the strongest, longtime rival and absolute pain in your ass - ended up like this. With you flat on your back and splayed out across his navy bedsheets in such a tight mating press, with him running on complete fumes and his revered cursed technique to drag out his- sixth orgasm of the night. 

But you weren’t complaining.

And neither was Gojo - in fact, mumbling out a slurring slew of profanities into your open mouth. Followed by the most broken “I’m w-winning this bet-”

“No-” you’re spitting hot-headedly with a merciless little bite on his pouty lower lip, and it’s so pretty the way his lips grow as rawly rosy as the rest of his blushing cheeks. Leveraging your years and years of practice to flip the two of you over, “I-I’m winning.”

Neither of you could even remember what the bet was about. 

Something about who’d admit defeat? Ah, Gojo doesn’t give a shit - not even your puffy pussy lips were sliding down his overstimulated cock. Sheathing him in a freshly drenched coating of your honeyed slick when you straddle his slender hips and ride.

“Heheh- y-you think this is- oh!” His hands wrangle around your waist urgently in such a bruising grip to slow down your sloppy cadence. And he’s using his powerful arms to completely drag your drooling cunt in languid, lazy bounces up and down up and down up and- bruising. “-this isn’t going to m-make me-”

But he already was.

Oh, he already was with every clingy kiss of your gummy walls around his steadily swelling cock, every syrupy slosh of cum that made his heavy balls clench. And it’s only a matter of time before his thoroughly overwhelmed cock bursts out once more. 

Gojo’s letting his head loll drunkenly against the sweat-dampened pillows - shit, everything was such a mess. From the creamy puddle of cum sobbing from your sopping wet slit, to the way your fatigued bodies were so furiously glissading across one another. 

“Make you what?” you bat your lashes down at him in a way that should be infuriating, but it only makes his reddish tip twitch into your g-spot. “Admit it- ngh- a-admit defeat, Toru–”

But that’s the last thing he would do. 

There’s a sudden crack! of jujutsu in the air, and you already know from who before your stupidly fucked mind even registers it. Because it only takes a split-second - a split-second - for Gojo to teleport from right underneath you being ridden out of his fucking mind to be shovelling all girthy inches of his cock into you from behind.

“Ah! What-” you yelp, precariously collapsing onto the silken pillowcases now. Whirling your greedy gaze over your shoulder, “Th-that’s cheating.”

And Gojo doesn’t even hear you - fuck, he doesn’t even feel alive. 

The only thing one his delirious mind right now being the way your dribbling cunt was swallowing him up so well. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, entire heavy bodyweight slumping on top of yours when he’s jackhammering inch after inch.Tiny, mindless gyrations just to fit deeper - as if your clingy walls had forgotten how massive he was already. So heavy - you could barely breathe.

And it’s only when he’d bottomed out, it’s only when Gojo could feel your saturated folds kiss his fat base, his weepy tip drawing a long line of translucent precum across your cervix that you hear a noise from above you. 

It’s hoarse - pained. You’re halfway concerned before you hear that rumbling groan turn into a bout of laughter. Humorless, so, so pussydrunken. 

Gojo’s eyes glow with miniscule bolts of lightning when he’s dragging your face to crane upwards into his oh-so-feral gaze. The toothy grin smeared across his handsome features made it seem like he was fucking you like he hated you. Whispering - low. “You win th-this round, my girl.”

You feel a sudden spike in cursed energy - and you’re sure every electrical source within the next twenty-five miles does, too. Before Gojo plants one foot on your head and angles his hips deeply to pummel your womb with thick, knocking spurts of cum.

Fuck, every sudden ribbon of seed had him pressing into you ever deeper. Rougher. And Gojo could feel your snug cunt drain his tight balls again. Again and again and again until his furious divot could only pump out a few wispy strings of creamy white.

“God…” Gojo breathes, so strained. He’s swiftly thwacking! a few fingertips against your plump clit - buzzing jujutsu hot on his digits. Swirling those excess dredges of cum to make such a filthy mess of your pretty cunt. “This fuckin’ p-pussy feels so hngh- good. S’fuckin’ unfair-”

“Unfair? You’re the one using-”

And, well, usually Gojo loved hearing you run that smart mouth of yours. But right now all he could do was run his slender fingers over to your sensitive nub over and over - before punishing you with a tiny squeeze. “Mhm- all’s fair in l-love and ngh- war.”

Shit, he can already feel the exact moment when you cum - your toes curling, kiss-bitten lips letting out such a sweet keen of his name when the tingling waves take over. 

“O-of course, you ah- quote that-” you’re babbling out, strangled moans choking out with every clash of his bawling head into your g-spot. He’s memorized it by now. Perfected it.

Probing so deep that you think Gojo’s ready to batter a fat, circular bruise at that spot. Especially when his powerful hands wrap in a vice-like restraint around both your arms; biceps flexing, slack lips grunting as he manhandles your entire body to lift cleanly off the mess you call sheets. 

The strongest - he’s such a show-off.

Snickering when you gasp at the change in angle middair, jostling his expansive cock inside you rummagingly. He’s sweetly coating your insides with a sweltering hot pool of cum - once. Twice. And then nothing. 

Shooting blanks. 

You flinch when you feel the splat! splat! splat! of something wet, slowly realizing that Gojo was crying pearly tears from his pussydrunkenly droopy eyes. Smearing it when he rubs his face into the crook of your neck with a purr, “B-best out of ten…?”

“...”

A/N. PHEWWW I got CARRIED AWAYY with this one oml it was saur fun.

“Oh…fuck, that was good.” Gojo Satoya hisses, pulling out of you with the loudest squelch. 

You could feel the slick driiiibblin’ down your inner thighs. And he’s gnawing down on his pinkish lower lip- wishing to hear the music as he surges upwards n’ swirls that even pinker tip around your entrance.

Around and around.

You’re shaking as he does so, and he’s only pulling your hips further down against his. 

“Just a little more f’me, baby.” Long fingers tightening at your waist, Satoya ruts his toned torso off of the bed. His pale lashes flutter at the sensation of you trying to clench, gracing you with such a smug smile that you’ve grown to both love and get irritated by.

You’re been riding him for what seemed like hours by now- and you’re that half his fraternity brothers were ready to break down the door with noise complaints.

Then again, they were likely used to this.

Because Gojo Satoya was always just so insatiable with you.

It’s been a few months since you’d been fucking Satoya - just an on and off little rendezvous that had started one night at one of his own parties. One of the many, many parties you’d dragged your roommates to. 

Delta Jujutsu Pi was known for them. And according to the (many—you’d long since learned not to underestimate his popularity) personal recounts and Instagram stories, one minute you’d been challenging the frat president to beer pong but with vodka- and the next you both had been pressed against the mansion’s wall. Lips on each other’s. 

When you’d woken up the next morning, it was to a pounding headache and Satoya’s steady heartbeat. Arm cushioned underneath your head. Leg thrown over his waist.

No clothes.

The two of you had gasped- straight into a kiss which tasted faintly like last night’s berry punch bowl.

And what was meant to be a one-night stand turned into exchanging numbers, turned into meeting up the next weekend, turned into hanging out several times a week and meeting each other’s friends, turned into a long and dragged out…something of which a ‘relationship’ was not something you’d use to describe it. It was many things but not that.

It was like the thick and cloying sweetness of the punch bowl that night, but also the bitter taste of vodka-jealousy that shot through whenever Satoya winked back at someone else.

You knew you had no right to be jealous- it’s not as if the two of you were anything committed. No expectations. No strings attached, right? 

But then again, that didn’t stop the lines from blurring. It didn’t stop you from going out on dates with other men in retaliation, and it didn’t stop him from blowing your phone up all night whenever you did. You always did unmute him by the end of those nights, however, if only to complain about your latest date. 

It didn’t stop him from throwing those parties he was notorious for and inviting everyone he knew and their sister- flirtations galore. But it also didn’t stop him from coming right back to you—time and time again, no matter how much you blocked and swore at him.

Didn’t stop a single thing.

Throughout it all, you’d say that the only silver lining was getting to know Gojo Satoru more in-depth. 

Of course, knowing that the two were related, you’d coaxed his number out of Satoya to convince Satoru to tutor you. Which, expectedly, had turned into more of a friendship—one that was only sweetened by how openly you gawked at the man during your tutoring sessions.

That was your introduction to both brothers- worlds apart from one another.

The magnetic and heart-racing Gojo Satoya, the shy and studious Gojo Satoru. The older one by two minutes and the younger one. 

The messy one and the one who’d been here to witness just how messy the latter was.

In more ways than one.

Eventually, Satoya was drawing the cutest lil’ hearts against your clit. That blushing tip of his cock moving ‘round and ‘round that sensitive spot, he hums at the smears of sheen he’s making—“Maybe we should go again…”

“Maybe you should let me go to class now.” You’re countering back.

His smile grows wider, “Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Toya-” Your breath hitches, n’ you’re pushing back on his toned chest. It was just so defined from all those hours he spent at practice, and you’re taking more than a bit of pleasure feeling his pectorals. “-make me miss one of Professor Yaga’s lectures again and I’ll be referring him to you.”

Satoya shudders. “That man hates me.”

“Can’t imagine why…” You thought of all the classes he’d missed for matches- and perhaps being a loudmouth doesn’t help, either.

With the haunting thought of Yaga in his mind, Satoya lets you extract yourself from his arms and head to the bathroom to freshen up. By the time you’re heading back, he’d already tied-off the condom and chucked it in the bin, in the process of pulling on his fraternity-merchandise boxers (why did they even make those?)

He’s jumping in bed with you once you’re laying back down. Tugging his arms ‘round you—no one would ever believe it, but Gojo Satoya was a cuddler after sex.

The white-haired man whispers about everything and nothing as you two relax.

“Oh yeah- that reminds me.” He hums at some point, lifting his head up just a little from the crook of your neck. “I’m having a party this weekend, you should come.”

“This weekend?” It wasn’t a surprise that the frat was throwing yet another rager- and Satoya didn’t really have to ask you, either. He knew that you’d show up anyway. More of a formality than anything, as if he wouldn’t just sulk in a corner if you didn’t end up coming- before taking over the dance floor once Kendrick Lamar came on, of course.

Satoya nods sluggishly, the room still thick with sex.

But you’re turning to face him with a raised brow. “Like- this weekend?” He’s climbing up onto his elbows in confusion at your tone. “Toya, it’s Valentine’s weekend.”

“Oh.”

“You seriously didn’t know?”

“Oh.” 

He runs a hand through his rumpled white hair. “So that’s why chicks n’ bros have been giving me chocolate all week- and here I thought I just got extra handsome.”

He pauses.

“Have I gotten extra hands-”

“Satoya.”

“Alright alright.” Satoya raises his hands in surrender, letting his head fall back onto the pink-cased pillows. “So uh…”

It was obvious when he didn’t know what to do with what you were throwing - hints often didn’t work on Gojo Satoya. Which was interesting to find out, because you’d always assumed that Satoru would be the oblivious one (and to a large extent, he was). But a sheer lack of committed relationships and an overt surplus of flirtations meant Satoya wouldn’t understand a hint even if you banged him upside the head with one—he’d merely look up at the sky and wonder whether it was hailing. 

Though that’s not to say that he wasn’t intelligent - certainly not, you’ve witnessed his pre-tournament planning, the way he’d lead your university team, the NBA drafter that reportedly had an eye on him, how he managed good scores on most exams despite rarely attending class. 

No, Gojo Satoya was just…so good at giving hints that it seemed to have balanced out by not being to receive them—yours, at least. Strangely enough, he seemed to never get your subtlety. 

All but yours.

As if he couldn’t see, as if he saw but couldn’t believe.

And so you sigh. “No- no, that’s my mistake. I just assumed we’d be doing something for Valentine’s Day.” 

“…Girl, the party?”

“Nevermind.”

And as Satoya launches into yet another monologue - about his most recent training regiment and the upcoming frat rush - you’re reaching over to the bedside cabinet. Grabbing your phone, it takes a few taps for you to interrupt the white-haired man-

“Actually, Toya—” Catching his attention. “I might not be able to make it to the party. Or at least not all of it.”

He sits up urgently, “Huh? But why-”

“Plans.” 

“With what bastard-”

“That bastard is your brother.” And as his jaw drops, you’re turning your phone screen to flash the conversation at him. Satoya’s blue eyes narrow as he reads onwards-

You: psssssssst

Nerd-jo (Gojo brother #2): ?

You: do you have any plans for valentine’s day?

You: wanna hang out?

Nerd-jo (Gojo brother #2): ???!!!11??1!111!!??!?!

Nerd-jo (Gojo brother #2): My apologies.

Nerd-jo (Gojo brother #2): Typo.

Nerd-jo (Gojo brother #2): But yes, I would be delighted to spend time with you.

Just about the gist of it-

“—and I haven’t spent time with Satoru in a bit now so-” You were saying—and he knows, by the way. These days, Satoya had been intentionally meeting you during times he knew that his busybody brother was free from the clutches of his damn books. Just like he knew that Satoru had been meeting you during the times that Satoya had been out from practice.

‘Tutoring’ his ass- tutoring didn’t mean Satoru needed to have you over. To his apartment.

To the place mere feet away from where he knew his brother stuffed a hoodie you’d left behind underneath his pillow.

Fucking tutoring-

“Sure thing. Have fun.” Metal in his tone. Metal in his gaze locked in on you—he’s pushing your phone down to the mattress and leaning over to kiss you. Tongue piercing scraping the edge of your lips- “But just know that I’ll be a hell of a lot more fun than my brother.”

.

.

.

It’s Valentine’s Day when the sudden slam! thunders across the library.

Gojo Satoya with chest puffed out in his letterman jacket, with his forearm banged down on one of the tables. He leans over the polished mahogany and stares straight into the eyes of a man that looked like his mirror image.

White hair.

Blue eyes.

Those same unfairly pretty features- one of which was twisted into a scowl. And the other—nothing but cool indifference.

Gojo Satoru arches a stark white brow and meets his brother’s eyes. “Can I help you?”

“You can help me by fucking off-” Satoya spits. And had they been anyone else, then the gapes and gasps and stares - even the stray camera that was peeking out - would have unnerved them. But the Gojo twins were used to the attention by now.

The only difference was that where one basked in it, the other shunned away from it.

And though the tips of Satoru’s ears flush bright red—he never was the type to back down from his brother. Satoru’s jaw clenches, “Though you may be known for such philandering proclivities, I can assure you that I am not much the same.”

“And I can assure you that my fist will meet your ugly face-”

“We have the same face.”

“-if you don’t call off that date you have with my girl.” Satoya pants out. Breathless with fury. 

Though there was a smile on his face- and he has the audacity to turn and wave - to fucking wave - at some of the gawking on-lookers. Shooting that charming Gojo smile that was bound to make them think this was an act of brotherly jest.

It makes the other man perk up. 

“Whose girl?” Satoru asks. 

Satoya freezes. “Huh?”

But his younger brother cocks his head, almost as though he’d just found the answer to a particularly tricky question. “Whose girl?”

The frat president rears back. Without warning, he reaches out and grasps at the lapels of the other’s stupid Star Wars hoodies—“You heard what I said.” Glower permanent on his face, “You’re smart. Figure it out.”

Satoru narrows his eyes, glaring at the man through his glasses. “Don’t have enough of a brain to figure it out yourself?”

“I’ll tell you what I do have…” Smile wicked. Leaning into whisper, “And it’s something that you won’t stick in her even in your wildest fuckin’ dreams-”

“You fucking-”

“Ahem.”

A cough.

Not the annoying, grating voice of his brother (thought both the brothers).

But rather…something sweeter. Softer. Stern in a way that made both their cocks prick up just a tad-

They’re snapping their heads over to stare at you—you with your eyes narrowed, and your foot tapping. They both feel a lurch in their stomach as they wonder just how long you’d been standing there - just how much you’d heard.

They both gulp.

Your gaze takes its time travelling up the vision before you: the older brother with his fingers dug into the other’s hoodie, the younger brother with his fists clenched as though he was about to punch the other. Both their forearms pop with veins that decorate their muscles- even Satoru with his bulky frame covered in his soft clothes. “Gojo Satoya…” 

The man in question plasters a smile across his face, “Yes, baby?”

“Let go of him-”

His fingers unclench.

Satoru is slumping onto his chair.

Satoya turns around and starts walking to you in an instant- “Baby, what are you doing here~?”

“Tutoring, because someone made me miss another one of Yaga’s classes.” Holding up your bag in emphasis, and at least Satoya has the decency to look sheepish. 

“Aw, you know m’sorry about that.” He answers, sounding utterly unapologetic.

“Right…” Not that you believed him a single bit. Your narrowed gaze drifts past him and ends up resting on the slightly-ruffled man sitting at the table. “What are you even doing here? I didn’t think you knew the way to the library.”

“Hey!”

In the slight distance, Satoru stifles a laugh.

Satoya whips behind to glare at him- before turning back to you. “Just ah- you know, extending the invite to my party tonight.” And before you could interrogate him on why exactly an invitation constituted of having one’s hand at one’s brother’s throat—he’s turning to the little audience you’d gathered and yelling out. “And you fuckers are invited as well.”

The cheers are drowning out your questions.

“Toya- what-”

“Mmmm—” Before you’re getting cut off by his mouth on yours. Tongue piercing cold. “That new lip gloss of yours tastes good, baby.”

But how strange it was that once he’s breaking away from the slightly-heated kiss, you find Satoya’s eyes on none other than his own brother. Staring at the expressionless man as he claims your lips as his own.

His own.

Satoya leaves the library with a smack on your ass. 

And you’re left off-kilter by the whole ordeal, wobbling on weakened legs to the chair opposite Gojo Satoru. Head down. Books open. Fingers twitching ever-so-slightly. There was a strange air about him, as unpiercing as concrete, that reminded you of however Satoru was when he was taking a particularly tough exam. He doesn’t meet your eyes as you take your seat before him, pulling out your books, your laptop, your excuses.

The chair screeches much too loud in the awed library. 

“Honestly, I don’t know what’s the matter with him.” You’re sighing, “He’s been strange all week.”

Satoru doesn’t answer, but you continue.

“And he knows that I have that thing with you tonight- he knows that but he still keeps insisting I go to that damn party.”

He still doesn’t say a word.

“I’m not going, of course.” You start to open one of your notebooks, “I promised I’d spend time with you, Satoru. It’s just so calming to be with you—”

In his peripheral vision, he can see you start to rub your temples. And he can’t help but jolt—he would never make you feel like that.

And maybe that’s what makes Gojo Satoru lurch up from his seat and kiss you.

Kiss you.

Soft.

Fleeting.

Barely even a graze- his face burns the prettiest sunset pink. Hot enough that he’s sure steam emerges from his parietal bone, that his eyes tear up, that he feels feverish. Something inexplicable bubbles up from all the way deeeep within his core, and it expels as a few wobbly apologies murmured against your lips.

Before you’re grabbing ahold of his chin n’ tugging him to you.

“Th-that was my first kiss…” He whispers.

You smile.

.

.

.

Gojo Satoya’s party would be in full swing by now.

You’ve found that they usually peaked after midnight, with most of the fraternities joining and the music concocting into one booming heartbeat. The pulse of youth. It shook the walls of the Delta Jujutsu Pi mansion, it seeped into your very circulatory system and left Satoya’s parties addictive—it would have you in his bed by the end of the night, without fail.

But time spent with Satoru was the exact opposite.

In the best way.

Even sitting next to Gojo Satoru had his warmth seeping into every particle of your being, and it left you buzzing with his soothing energy. Like dipping into a hot spring. Like taking a loooong nap during a scalding summer.

It was the same relaxing sort of feeling after a sip of wine. 

Like you could speak about anything and everything with him. Like you could make as many mistakes in his presence as you liked. And it wouldn’t matter—he would still wobble out that familiar, crooked smile. 

It seemed as though the more of those stern, sterile layers you cracked through- the more you wanted to surge through even more. With much more gusto than Satoru would argue that you put in during your tutoring sessions, you admit (but what he doesn’t know is that you might just…organize a few more than you actually needed). Just a few more.

Just to see him.

And Satoru was smart, you had a nagging feeling that he knew. But he let you stumble your way through your notes anyway.

He left you drunk on the proximity of him, while his brother left you exhilarated.

You suppose you had Satoya to thank for that.

Because he was the only reason you actually encountered Satoru. Just one encounter before you’d actually bothered him into giving his phone number, prompting your tutoring sessions.

Before, you’d only seen Satoru in a blur of white hair n’ Pokemon hoodies- racing about from class to class.

He was always the first - both to class, and to the top of the grades list.

The stark opposite of his brother, who’d gotten into Tokyo Jujutsu University on a basketball scholarship. Satoru had three papers published under Nature, several student lectures under his belt, and a dorm lined with more trophies than atomic specks of dust. It was also agreed-upon by most in the department that he’d been picked personally by JAXA to work there the second he graduated.

And you’d always assumed that the man would be the uptight type - most people with so many accomplishments would be so. Though his brother, Satoya, with his equally impressive athletic accolades—it’d still been a surprise to find that Gojo Satoru was rather…shy.

He’d blushed furiously the first time he’d met you - in the unfortunate circumstance of walking inside Satoya’s room without knocking. Right when his brother had his head between your legs.

Though Satoya had laughed himself hoarse, it’d taken you forty-five minutes to get the bespectacled man to stop apologizing to you. And then only five to convince him that no- you weren’t dating his brother.

You remember the glare that Satoru had leveled at him then, pushing up his bangs to help it. “Figures.” He’d scoffed, whilst Satoya had calmed down just enough to stop his snickers. “He wouldn’t have been able to woo you like that anyway-”

“Woo? Woo—telling me about wooing-” Satoya had dramatically flailed into Satoru’s arms then, hand at his chest. “Dost thou knoweth anything about bagging the baddie? And here I thoughteth thou wast a virgin-”

“Sh-shut up—!” He’d thrown Satoya off, eyes flickering urgently between you and his brother. And it wasn’t long before the last you’re seeing of the blushing, babbling mess of Satoru was a stomp towards the door.

The slam of it.

Before it’s opened again just a crack-

“And in Shakespearean terms, I would technically be a maiden!”

You giggle just thinking about it.

And it makes the man in question look over with a quirked brow, sweater matching the same shade of pastel pink that he blushes. “S-sorry, I’m probably boring you-”

“Not at all.” You’re cutting him off in an instant. Fervently shaking your head, you join Satoru down upon his bedroom floor—carefully avoiding the blocks and pinches of Lego that were scattered around him like a blood spatter. It had been a slow, almost strangely sensual night - he’d invited you to his apartment where he’d cooked dinner for you.

A traditional Japanese course of dishes that he’d learned from his mother, he told you. Topped off ice cream homemade through the principle of freezing point depression.

He’d planned to make a strawberry shortcake, he said. But it seems in his frenzy to make everything perfect, he’d lost track of time and ended up with sweet-smelling char—sure, you’d come over to hangout with Satoru before. But to hangout on Valentine’s Day…

This was territory uncharted for Gojo Satoru.

Hell, he’d had his first kiss just the other day.

And so you’d been led inside his apartment- now a wonderland of the sweetest fairy lights and crooning tunes playing from one corner of the space. There, Satoru was the perfect gentleman—giving his arm out to walk you the mere few meters to the decorated dining table, tucking in your chair, plating his creations for you. 

Made just how you liked them. How did he even remember?

It was a wonder to Satoru himself how he didn’t bumble or trip over his own two feet. And before long, the two of you had finished dinner and numerous conversations- carrying them over inside his bedroom.

Where he’d…pulled out a brand-new Lego set and gotten to work on it.

You’d found it more interesting to watch him - that focused furrow between his brows, the way his tongue stuck out ever-so-slightly - from the foot of his mattress. Unable to catch a glimpse of the box before Gojo stuffed it underneath his bed, you were only left to wonder just what it was he was building with so many reds and pinks.

He’s staring up at you unsurely now, and you insist. “I wanna see you build this, Satoru.”

“Are you sure?” He lets the long green spindle drop from his hands. Tugging down on the thick sleeves of his sweater, “I know that Toya has his party tonight and I p-promise I won’t be upset if you wanted to go there instead, y’know?”

“But I decided I’d spend Valentine’s Day with you.” You insist, “And spend Valentine’s Day with you—I will. I don’t need any party.”

“But-”

“Satoru.”

He’s giggling shyly to himself. 

He takes the half-built piece of Lego in his hand and gets back to work on it—and you find yourself inching even closer to him. Knees pressing against crossed knees. Shoulders against shoulders. 

“What are you building, by the way?” You ask. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Lego pieces like that…”

Concentrating on the miniature pieces through his ivory bangs. “You’ll see, sweetheart.”

And you don’t know whether it’s the smile on his lips, the dimple at the end of his grin, or that little pet name he’d given you—sweetheart—that made your heart race. Feeling your heart flip in that small but noticeable way it did whenever Satoya was around. Both of them? Whatever will you do with yourself.

It isn’t long before Satoru’s Legos start to form a clearer picture, and he’s working nimbly with the pieces.

In just a few minutes he has his body hunched- partially obscuring your view from the final touches to his creation. And soon enough, he’s pushing his glasses up his nosebridge, leaning back and thrusting out a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you’ve ever seen. Plumes of rose and red and creamy white.

Little ferns on the side. Little hearts in the centers of his daisies. 

He flushes fever-red as you take them from him. “F-for you.”

Satoru’s tone breaks at his confession.

“Satoru, they’re…” You’re breathless. The tip of your finger runs down the delicate petals that he’d spent time assembling, “I-I don’t even know what to say.”

“It’s for you.” He repeats, slightly firmer this time. “It was always for you.”

You’re snapping your head up to meet his determined blue eyes. So intense that they almost sparkled- “What do you…”

“Everything I do is for you—and that’s hard when I’ve always…” Satoru cuts himself off short. Slightly shaking his head, “But you deserve better than him.”

“Satoya?”

“Yes—” Breathed out as if he’d been wanting to say this for forever. “It’s hard when you look at my brother like…that- and I know that this isn’t my place. I know that this isn’t right of me to say. I know that this is selfish of me to request, but if you could just see…”

“See?”

“See that you deserve better than him.” His hands clasp your own around the ever-lasting stems. “And that- this isn’t fair of me to tell you let alone ask…but if you could just see that I—”

“What- that yer fucking shit at confessions?”

But of course, who else would it be but Gojo Satoya?

Pushing Satoru’s bedroom door further open and waltzing into the space- his towering frame almost seemed too large for the small space, almost left you breathless. Even though you knew that there wasn’t much of a height difference between the two-

Satoya’s hand on your wrist is instant. He bends down to meet eye-level with his brother on the floor, “Honestly, little brother, I would’ve had more respect for you if I’d walked in here and you were fuckin’ my girl right now.” He tugs you to his chest. “But here you got to her before me.”

“Feels good to be first, older brother.”

Suddenly they’re both on their feet - and so are you. Pressed between them—attempting to push away the two brothers from each other. From Satoya spitting, “That was supposed to be me giving those flowers to her- you knew. You fucking knew-”

“You thought she’d wait around forever?” Satoru crosses his arms. “And what were you doing on Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“Oh, grow up-”

“You grow up. While you were throwing one of your damn parties I-”

“I cancelled that damn party.”

That makes everyone pause.

And Satoya continues. He was looking right at you now- “You think there’d be anything to celebrate if you aren’t there beside me?” 

And you can’t help but notice that there’s something slightly more…tender in Satoya’s tone. Something slightly more vulnerable- almost broken. There’s a sincerity in his eyes that makes him look younger, and it makes you squirm.

Something that Satoru’s sharp eyes pinpoint instantly- and he’s reaching out to tug you to him. This time being wrenched from his brother’s grasp and to you, “You can’t do that- you can’t just barge in here and try to disrupt what I’ve been wanting to do for so long—”

“And you think I haven’t?”

“What makes you think-”

“I knew her first-”

“I knew I loved her longer-”

“I know I loved her better-”

Satoru hisses. Pointing an accusing finger at the other man, “Says the man without the balls to even confess.” 

“Says the damn virgin who only wishes he could touch her.” Satoya’s voice grows louder. He takes a step closer, and Satoru doesn’t back down. “Don’t act so high and mighty when you and I both know about the hoodie underneath-”

“Don’t you fucking dare-”

“Can you both shut the fuck up?!”

Your exasperated tone breaks through the argument- leaving the room ringing with silence thereafter.

And so you finally say your piece—“You guys…” Massaging your throbbing temples, the Lego bouquet was still in your hands- and you’re just now realizing that the t-shirt you’d been wearing was Satoya’s. Both of them on you. Around you. “How about we solve this like the civilized adults that we are?”

Satoya scoffs, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “Tch- yeah, and how do you suppose that?”

“Though I’d be more than happy to hear you out, sweetheart, I can’t promise to conduct myself according to such methodology.”

And so you tell them.

And the silence after is deafening—

“You want us to what-”

“Anatomically, is that even-”

“No way.” Satoya stabs a finger at his brother. “I don’t wanna see this fucker’s two-inch-”

“Mine’s likely bigger than yours-”

“Fucking right-”

“Want to bet?”

It’s only a few minutes later before both brothers have their hands on you- have their mouths dragging down your neck. From the front, from behind. One of them kissing down your spine. One of them nibblin’ on your collarbone—and you can only flutter your eyes closed and fucking moan at the sensation.

Two hot, needy mouths on you.

All over you.

Someone - it must be Satoru - leans his head down and captures your mouth as his own. He lavishes the soft edge of his tongue between your wettened crevice, and gaaasps as you’re opening your mouth for him.

Clearly never having kissed anyone so deeply- anyone like this at all—he whimpers as he’s shyly meeting your tastebuds with his. “S-sweetheart-”

“Oh, lemme show ya how it’s done.” Physically pushing his brother away with a hand on his face- Satoya cranes his neck from behind you. A hand clasping your throat and tuggin’ you to meet his ravenous lips—“This is how you kiss a girl.”

And before he’s smoochin’ you, he purses his lips and spits a great dollop of saliva that falls gently into your maw. 

Sloppy.

Satoya barely spends the time wipin’ the excess splatter away before he’s roughly shoving his tongue inside. Swirling his textured tastebuds across every single inch of you—letting his curvaceous tip tickle the back of your throat. 

Whenever Satoya kissed you, it almost felt as if he was fucking you with his tongue.

Again and again. And his wet muscle scrapes the sides of your mouth as he’s jostling it back and forth- leaving you weak in the knees.

“See?” He scoffs at his younger brother. “Gotta kiss her till she’s stupid.”

“How uncouth.” Satoru pushes his glasses up. “Let me try.”

And then the other twin takes over- how dizzying it was to have a man with the same features, but with such different mannerisms. Satoya relentlessly leaves half-moon nail marks on your skin when he sets you free, but Satoru leans in and cups your face like a delicacy—even as his brother scoffs at the act.

“She likes being fucked dirty, lemme tell you.”

Satoya’s lewd remark is lost to the way that Satoru purses his pretty plump lips and spits—

More like drools.

A lecherous stream of spittle that ends up fallin’ onto your tastebuds- and he watches with widened eyes as you take it all in. All of it. Throat bobbing as it hits every orifice, Satoru feels it deep down in his cock once you tilt your head back and swallow-

Looking straight into both their eyes as you do.

“O-oh my-”

“Fuck.”

“I think m’gonna cum just from that.”

Satoya looks at Satoru, and they exchange a silent conversation with their gaze. Both murky blue-eyed and narrowed down at you- you’re given absolutely no warning before you’re being scooped up in a tangle of their strong arms. Satoya on your waist. Satoru cushioning your head.

They’re sprawling you out on Satoru’s bed and barely letting you hit the second bounce before they’re on you-

“Let me.”

“I hardly think that’s-”

“And which one of us does this pretty pussy like better?” Satoya pretends to cup his ear and listen - not to you, not to his brother. He’s listening to the drenched in-betweens of your legs, where if you press your thighs together then it lets out a faint squelch! “Exactly.”

Grumbling, Satoru decides to let Satoya have the bed space between your thighs.

The mattress dips where you needed them the most, and you’re feeling hot breath against your cunt. Scorching. Simmering. Taking your attention for the slightest second before you peer up at Satoru- smiling at the pouty man.

Wordlessly, you’re beckoning him with your hand.

And he seems to startle- before following your every word. Your every action. Your every syllable.

Gojo Satoru thinks he would kill a man just to have you look at him like this—always. 

With your lashes fluttering up at him as he nears, with your fingertips eager to touch him- it feels like torture as soon as he’s near enough for you to play with his drawstrings. Your fingers curving into the soft cotton of his sweatpants, your palm skidding down the looooong cylindrical print of his dick. It was just so long and thick that it made you gape.

That it made your mouth water.

That it made your digits dip just below the hemline of Satoru’s grey sweatpants-

And Satoya - gruff at the attention you were drowning his brother in - decides to then drown himself in your wet pussy—he’s like a man starved. Barely leaving enough time to shove apart your legs, barely leaving enough time to push your panties to the side-

In fact, he doesn’t push your panties to the side before licking up your entrance.

Feeling for that cute vertical line of your slit through the drenched fabric. Satoya was lapping and tuggin’ apart both the underwear and your pussylips.

Lavishing just a flick of attention down your clit before he dives into your role.

Rough. Ruthless.

Rarely wasting a single second- rarely even waiting for you to accommodate his size. He just flops his lengthy muscle between your thickened folds, licking up the first few inches of your channel, before reaching back n’ fucking you in hard, rapid thrusts.

Again and again.

He’s pressing the silver orb of his piercing into every tender lil’ spot inside you.

And though Gojo Satoya was the mean type in bed, never have you known him to be this…greedy.

“S-sweetheart—” You didn’t even realize that you’d been momentarily rendered stunned by the sheer primal streeeeetch between your legs. Not until Satoru’s gasping tone permeates the air, and he’s jerking his hips up cutely. “Sweetheart, please-”

“Heh.” Satoya snickers into your cunt. The vibrations are zapping forces of electricity right up your spine-

Satoru ignores him. “I need you.” He confesses—and the sheer desperation in his voice is enough to make you buck, and to make Satoya grumble in annoyance. The older brother uses one hand to latch onto your pretty hips, roughly draggin’ you right back down onto the creaky bedsprings. That ancient furniture protests as you’re being pinned down.

And so does Satoru-

But Satoya’s cutting him off, “I don’t care what you do- but do not fuckin’ move her from my mouth.” His frigid tongue piercing sticking against the top of your clit and making you squuuuuirm. “I haven’t eaten all night.”

And your clouded mind is almost about to ask what he means-

Before he’s slitherin’ his tongue back down and flickering in and out of your hole- sliding across every hidden inch of you. Letting his prominent nose crush up against your nub.

“And this pussy’s always so tasty—”

“Fuh-fuck—!” It’s Satoru that breaks the lecherous slurps n’ squelches this time- through the cacophony, his voice rings out so prettily. Because just then you’d properly pulled down his sweatpants and taken the nerdy man’s thiiiiick, throbbing cock in your hands.

Your lips part.

Long. Rock-hard.

So hard, in fact, that this might as well have been the first time in his life that Gojo Satoru has ever been hard. It feels as though he was buuuuuurning up all the way from his globular red tip, splurgin’ out wads of precum that coat a sheen down your wrist. Gliding down to your elbow.

Actually- it wasn’t just sappy precum. It was globular beads of gleaming white that are escaping n’ escaping out of him the second you’re touching him.

Pretty round balls flinching. Every part of him was just the most innocent pink.

He throws his head back as he empties out volume after volume of his seed- so much in just a few seconds. Though not as much as he would like to, because in a split-second, Satoru reaches his hand down and plugs his leaking hole up with a thumb. 

“Awww…” You’re pouting in disappointment. The excess of his cum drivels down your arm, creating patterns between your fingers.

He looks down at the sight of your voice and- fuck, he can’t handle it. He’s looking away. 

Satoru can’t help but whimper. “Fuck, don’t say that. I th-think m’gonna cum again—”

“Already?” Satoya scoffs.

“Shut up.” Satoru bites back. And he might have all the endurance he needs to last all night with a textbook and his notes in front of him, but the studious man was now fighting for his life—whispering formulas underneath his breath just to bate his impending high again. So close. “Euler’s method of sequence consists of…”

But the more you’re feeling him, the harder Satoru grows.

He lays out heavily across your palm, the girth of his erection making you falter. A heft to him that makes you clench ‘round Satoya’s mouth—and the other man can’t help but grunt. He leaves a man spank! on top of your clit that leaves you squealing. “Are you focusing on me or my brother, baby?”

Barely managing to gurgle out, “B-both?”

By now you’d wrapped your fingers around Satoru’s swollen cock- giving his bulging tip slow n’ steady pumps. He chases your hand with rhythmic bucks.

But Satoya wasn’t done just yet-

After a single slide of his piercing, you’re feeling yet another slap. Rudely smearing his fingertips ‘round your clit- “Hmmm, I don’t think that’s good enough. Isn’t that right, Satoru?”

“Sh-shit—” Satoru shivers at the feeling of eyes on him. “I believe that’s right-”

“Mhmm—”

“W-what do you…” And it leaves your head dizzy to register just how fast the two brothers had gone from fighting to friends—to toying with your body together. They were meeting eyes and briefly nodding.

And it’s the last thing you’re seeing before Satoru tucks a hand underneath your chin and tilts your gaze up to his. “Forgive my disrespect, sweetheart.”

He wraps his larger fingers ‘round your own dominant hand- the one that’d been jerking off his cock. And with it all nice n’ tight, Satoru squeezes your hand at his base and starts thrusting—rutting. Like an animal in heat, he’s fucking the circular space your hand made as if he wishes it was your cunt.

“But the one you should be focusing on is me.”

Throwing a jealous look down at his grinning brother- mouth all glowing with slick. The bespectacled man tuts and reaches down to sneak his free hand underneath your t-shirt.

Dipping underneath your bra and directly groping your tits-

“Heh, look at you.” Satoya rolls his half-lidded eyes—already looking so murky with the juices of your pussy. More n’ more of it dripping down his chin as he’s thrashing his pierced tongue between your pussylips- faster n’ faster.

And the thing about Satoya was that he didn’t care if it made you squirm.

He didn’t care if it left your body restless.

He didn’t care- in fact, it was all the better if he could overstimulate you with only a few sloppy strokes. And with both Gojo twins - one babble away 

Suddenly, you’re swearing that the circular metal of his piercing was hittin’ straight into one of your best spots. G-spot throbbing with pressure- and it’s making you plant your feet onto the edge of the mattress and buck-

And get draaaagged back down by Satoya’s ruthless hands. Stuck to you like adhesive. 

“You seriously think I’d let my dinner escape so easily?” He asks, more to himself. His rasping tone makes a primal part of you open up, and the frat president giggles at just how much wetter you’re getting. “Awwww, look how much wetter she’s getting f’me.”

Peeking up at his brother and watching him flinch. Possessive, possessive.

Satoru pinches your right nipple. Capturing where you were softest between two fingers, he teases that peak. “There is not enough evidence for that conclusion.” 

And Satoya has to admit that he feels your cunt glistenin’ even more at Satoru’s ministrations. “I don’t do any of that science shit-”

“You don’t do anything-”

“Except eat my girl out goooooood.” Dipping his tongue in and out—this time, Satoya was expanding his tastebuds and showin’ off the sheer layers of your juices that stuck to him. He always did have an incredible length to him, shovelling properly in, in, in. “Jealous?”

Satoru shivers as the crown tip of your thumb rubs down his cockhead’s slit. “N-no, because her mind’s on me anyways-”

“You fuckin’ wish.”

You almost forgot just how competitive the two could be - united in ruining you, but breaking apart at the very seams. It both bothered and turned them on to think about havin’ to drag your attention away from the other man, to think about accelerating their pace until it was nothing but a blur—Satoru’s cock clasped between your fingertips, Satoya’s tongue dipping in and out of your hole.

Fishing out so many ribbony wires of slick that it’s formulating a puddle down below. He just knew your pussy so well, and Satoru just had this utter need to him that was-

“It’s me that you want, right?” Satoru leans down to hush against the shell of your ear- his scorching hot breath setting your entire body alight. “It’s-”

“Now that’s just playing dirty.” In retaliation, Satoya slaps your clit one more—and it makes you see stars. Just because that makes your fist tighten around his brother’s cock, he lands at least three more sharp spanks before lashin’ his tongue piercing against your clit once more. A few more times as if to soothe the sting, “Didn’t know you had it in you, Satoru.”

“Oh, please…” Satoru looks away. “That’s why she should’ve been with me from the start-”

“Now that’s pushing it.”

Two more direct slams of his fingertips against your cunt- that part of you felt just as raw as your walls by this point. 

You’re bucking up against the dampened sheets- “Please- oh…”

“What’s that?”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I th-think I’m gonna-”

“Shush, baby.” To your shock, Satoya shushes you both. Right before you could finish your sentence- he merely lugs his gaze back down to admire your pretty pussy

And you were almost sure you were hallucinating, because there was no way, there could be absolutely no way…but Gojo Satoya was fucking your cunt with his mouth and nodding along to every noise he produces.

Humming at the slurps, affirming at the squelches.

Almost as though he was in deep conversation with your soppin’ wet core, Satoya licks a few more times up your crevice. Before he’s finally looking up with a faux-apologetic grin, “Sorry- she’s chatty today. My pussy says she’s about to cum.”

Your jaw drops-

“Toya, you’re fucking filthy.”

He slips his metallic piercing against the roof of your cunt, thud-thud-thud—! Probing in so deep as if to say that he knows he is- and his brother bucks up even harder into your soft palm. So needy. “Th-that’s not possible.” Satoru gasps out, pushing his condensation-filled glasses further up his nose. “According to my research, there is no linguistic nature of the genitalia-”

“This is why yer a fuckin’ virgin.” Satoya rolls his hazy eyes. 

Before you know it, the older of the two brothers leans upwards and bites his canines around your clit. That throbbing nub was stuck between his perfect lips- he counts a few heartbeats from your cunt, before wrenching his mouth back. Murmuring deep into your pussy—“Watch and learn as I make her cum, little brother. She’ll be thinking of me as I make her cum.”

“Sh-shit, Toya…” 

Blue eyes meet bespectacled blue eyes- and Satoru’s gaze narrows. “She’ll cum because of me.” His fingers - so honed from all his sharp note-taking - finds it easy to twist n’ turn your nipples in all the ways you liked.

He was alternating between both, flickering his thumb around your soft areolas.

“That’s the spirit.” Satoya says, almost talking down. “But m’doing it first-”

“I disagree-”

“At least use her mouth.” Muffling against your pussylips, Satoya’s mouth opens up so wiiiiiide to engulf every part of your dripping wet cunt. Like Satoru, he was following an alternating method that has his textured tastebuds hittin’ the inside of your channel one second, and counting the throbs of your clit the next. 

Satoya raises an unimpressed brow, “Well? What’re you waiting for? I told you she’s a dirty girl-”

“Shut up, m’not delaying…” Though he was. He really, really was. Satoru hesitates - not because he didn’t want to—fuck, how he wanted to.

How he really, really wanted to.

But he’s on his sixtieth formula by now and already about to explode- already dribblin’ out milky wads of precum. It was growing thicker and more incessant by the second, and Satoru could feel himself trembling, he could feel his heavy balls start to clench—

And yet that smug look on his brother’s face is enough to spur him into action.

Satoru jerks his hips just a little too hard on purpose- and all it takes is the tiniest glide between your puckered lips for him to shatter.

Into all sorts of zillions of pieces. Into looooong ribbony wires of cum that dribble down like a waterfall from the agitated red divot at his tip.

It’s letting out all sorts of lecherous noises as he cums—and soon enough your vision’s flooded with white. Just the most gleaming layers of his ivory sap that drench you, and at this point you can’t quite worry about it getting everywhere n’ all into your hair- because Satoya’s quirking his tongue just right to make you cum.

To tip you over the edge.

Those waves of pleasure break across every inch of your being- leaving your limbs trembling. Toes curling. Spine arching - making it all the more easy for Satoya to grab your hips in one hand and make you rut against him. He’s lashin’ out thorough strokes against every inch of your clit, the tip of his tastebuds resting teasingly on your clit.

Feeling for just how much your hole quivers for him- and you’re quiverin’ away just enough, Satoya fucks you through the peaks of your high. Peak after peak.

His younger brother elongates those white-hot whizzes of pleasure by twisting your nipples. Toying. They were just so sensitive after so much contact, making you shake into him.

Your tongue sticks out to taste more of his salted caramel seed.

And your head clouds with raw carnal pleasure, “P-please, it feels so good—” Lips wobbling, both brothers lean in to see which name you’re ending your sentence off with. “-Gojo.”

They’re sharing looks with each other.

And then they’re looking at you.

“Now now, we can’t have that.” Satoya croons.

“If that was a question during our practice tests, sweetheart, you’d get zero marks.” Satoru breathes out, finally having caught his breath. Though he still slightly trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm, swirlin’ the roundness of his cockhead down your mouth—“Shit.”

He pulls away before he cums yet again.

“Newton’s first law of gravity…”

“Fuckin’ virgin.” Satoya repeats. “Pussydrunk from just- hah, that-”

“I beg your pardon-”

“Pussydrunk from just that-” He’s spankin’ down on your clit with his tongue- “Isn’t that right, baby? He should be more like- mmpf, me—” Struggling to get through the constant thrashes of his tongue, the way his jaw unhinges further. “Should be more in control-”

“Fuck-” Fucking his pierced tongue back into your struggling channel - it makes you gasp.

“Should be more—fuck, nonchalant. Heh.”

“Toya, again-”

“Should be more…mmmm.”

And it’s then that you’re realizing that Gojo Satoya wasn’t planning to finish his sentence - he wasn’t planning to even pull away. He was further reaching between your legs and gasping as he fucked your cunt with his mouth again and again and again-

“Move.”

When pushing doesn’t work, Satoru grabs ahold of Satoya’s hair and wrenches the man away from your pussy—fuck. You could feel yourself growing unfairly wetter at the surprising forcefulness to the nerdy man.

Before long, Satoya’s been pushed aside whilst the bespectacled twin fits himself between your legs. 

Satoya raises a brow as if waiting-

One impatient tick that turns into something of impressive nature—because without warning, Satoru spits. Messy, just like his twin had. 

“I have to wash him off.” He murmurs, watching the line of spit fall vertically down your slit. Before he lurches his face into your cunt soooo far deep that you’re sure he wouldn’t be able to breathe. And he’s eating you out like he doesn’t need to.

Doesn’t care to.

White brows furrowing, a moan cracks at the back of his throat. Fingers tightening. Blue eyes going wide. There’s an electric current that runs through Satoru’s body- like the first taste of your treacly pussy had him seeing heaven itself.

Those pearly gates were openin’ up wide for him—and so were your legs.

And it’s on pure animal instinct that he jerks himself even closer. Unfastening his maw, he’s sloshin’ his wet muscle inside again and again.

And again and again.

His first time tasting pussy, and he was gone already.

The length of Satoru’s tongue was about as incredible as Satoya’s, though slightly less flexible. But it was that lumbering inexperience of his that made his entrances feel so good - constant, with no rhyme or reason other than sticking inside so sloppily that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“I need to…oh.” Satoru gasps out into your pussy. Grabbing your quivering flesh even tighter- “I need to—ngh, fuck.”

“Need to what, Toru?” You’re asking in that pretty voice of yours.

And it’s damn near enough to make him cum again- urging his body to rut against yours. “I need- fuck. I need to r-remember my studies…”

“Your studies?”

“Hah- you studied?” Satoya snickers out from somewhere above you. “Nerd.”

It gives you a good jolt to realize that he’d somehow walked right up to where your body was laid, making the bed creak once he rests his thick kneecaps against the mattress. The area beside your head dips as the older brother inches closer—

Satoru nods belatedly at your question. “I r-read about this during one of my…long and lonely nights.” Peering up at you through his long lashes, something unreadable in his eyes. “Fucked my cock raw learning about how I’d make you feel good.”

Rutting. Humping the mattress.

“I read about it in medical journals- I even read about it on sex forums.” He pants out, “And I—I fucking took notes…” Looking around his room as though to grab them right now. “But now, I just can’t remember…”

Plastering those slick lips of his against your entrance—and then whimpering as he pulls away- for but a mere second before he lands back down. A few more open-mouthed kisses prior to the entire sequence repeating. 

Like he was struggling not to lose himself to your cunt.

Like he was struggling not to kiss n’ kiss his swollen mouth against your pussy - you were just too addictive. He was fighting with himself to actually wrench away from your sloppy hole n’ clear his head. The valedictorian was stumped.

He stares down intensely at your drivelling pussy, his glasses frames crushing against your folds.

Pouting against your clit at this little dilemma- meanwhile Satoya comments something about how it was a miracle that Satoru found the clit in the first place.

“Pussy so good ya can’t even think.” The older twin is tittering down at you.

And it’s the last thing you’re hearing—before suddenly whatever noises erupted in your throat are being fuuuucked back down.

With a singular stripe of his rotund cockhead. Thick and aching.

Pounding away at the back of your neck. In those brief moments that you’d been distracted, the other brother had tugged down his ripped jeans and boxers. Bearing your lips with his thickening tip - from up-close, it seemed as though Satoru might actually have been longer.

But Satoya was heeeefty and fat enough that he always left your thighs pressing together.

That flared tip of his glistens in the dim light, it perfectly illuminated the patterns of his veins. So many of them coverin’ the circumference and length of him, whirling their way ‘round and ‘round and—and now you were feeling those very same patterns indent in the back of your throat.

The nerd was longer while the frat boy was thicker.

Satoya pulls his hips back and leaves you gasping- “Heh…”

Just to watch how you’re ruined on his fat fuckin’ cock.

You’re barely blinking before suddenly Satoya’s hounding figure finds itself climbing properly onto the bed- with each of his incredibly thick legs straddling your face. Muscles flexing whilst Satoya crushes you between his thighs and fucks that pretty mouth of yours.

With harsh, humpin’ thwacks! of his tannish cockhead. He tastes like a slightly sweeter version of his brother, you feel sinful admitting - and that wonderous part of your brain thinks that it might be because of Satoya’s better diet as an athlete-

Thwack! Thwack!

“Oi—” He’s slammin’ the rounded edge of his tip down on your tongue. One hand on your chin to gape your jaw wide enough for him, “Don’t zone out w’me, baby.”

“I wasn’t…” You mumble stubbornly.

“Yeah, right.” Satoya snickers. He’s then back to bumpin’ away his swollen cockhead at your throat- reaching for that lil’ dangly thing that he always loved to play with. 

It was just obscene how much your lips were stretching and gaping around his thick size.

Smearing your pretty lipstick down his shaft—shit, he might just get that shit tattooed on his cock. Decorating every solid inch of him with the looooong sensual fucks he was planting into your dewy wet mouth. “See that?” Satoya calls over his shoulder, “My girl was fuckin’ bored with you eating her out.”

“Erm- actually—”

“Shut up and do yer job.”

Satoru pushes his thick glasses up his nose- “Fuck off.” Pretending he doesn’t hear his brother’s chuckles. And you have to realize that Gojo Satoru wasn’t the valedictorian for no reason - he was nothing if not determined. And if he was an academic weapon, then surely he could be a weapon between your legs, too?

Somehow, he’s so pussydrunk that he whispers this between your legs. Almost as if a promise to your pussy.

And right—there was another reason he was valedictorian.

He had a damn good memory.

“Th-the Gräfenberg spot is typically located on the anterior vaginal walls.” He’s rattling off- now removing his greedy mouth (but only with a few extra kisses) to reach up with shivering fingers. Satoru’s slender fingertips pry apart your swollen folds, pressin’ inwards sensually. 

“Oh—” You’re gasping as much as you could - though it was so difficult with Satoya’s cock stuffing your orifice.

And Satoru gapes at the quivers of your pussy- “About two to three inches up the mucosa, it’s part of the prostate system that—” The rest of his sentence gets swallowed up by Satoya grabbing either side of your sweaty head and using it as leverage. Digging his neat nails into your skin, he ruts down into you like he’s furious-

“And has a theorized structure of vascular networks causing sexual stimulation.” He rasps out, mouth now moved to gulp at your pretty clit. Satoru watches his brother fuck your poor maw- and his two fingers start matching his pace. Meeting it.

Hard and frenzied.

You’re feeling one prod at the back of your throat, and then another into the deepest depths of your cunt.

Velvety walls clamping down on Satoru’s digits as though trying to memorize him in there—his pretty fingertips. Souring every inch of you. Faster and faster, he gets more ravenous to find that gooey spot inside that he knows would make you feel good-

“Need any help, little brother?”

Satoru scowls, “Never.”

“Heh, alright.” Satoya responds, “But just know that m’not going easy on my girl.”

“I’m not going easy on my girl, either.”

And then it happens- all in one go.

Satoya bottoms out until your nose presses against the curls of white at his base.

Satoru pumps his fingers into your throbbing g-spot.

And he realizes by the way you’re clenching.

Immediately. He jerks his nimble fingers back and thrashes in just a few more times- targeting that one bundle of nerves. And perhaps it’s in their genetics, because both Satoru and Satoya are able to aim every movement to perfectly strike that spot.

That round, throbbing spot.

He’s scrapin’ his fingertips on the wettened area of it—“I found it…” Breathless, as if he couldn’t believe it himself. “I really found it- it’s right here—” Demonstrating by making a long slide down that sweet spot, “Right on this part of the adventitia that has this little- fuck.”

“Ngh—fuck, that feels good.” You’re muffling out between gasps. Satoya’s furiously hard cockhead hittin’ your throat once more. He fills you up with both his dollops of pre and his inches-

“Tch, beginner’s luck.” Satoya scoffs. “Now, the real challenge is getting that pretty pussy to cum- you see, I’m her favorite so-”

“Uh-huh.” Satoru nods - not at his brother. But down at your pussy—“Really? Because she says I’m her favorite now.”

“D’you copy during your exams, too?”

“Are you a sore loser during your games, too?”

With barbed words exchanged from both sides, they’re both toying with your pretty body. So cute and overstimulated like this- so it’s no surprise that with only a few more strokes of Satoru’s fingers, and with a few more thrusts of Satoya’s cock, you’re falling apart all over again.

All because of them.

Push after push.

Rub after rub.

Fucking you through the riotous peaks of your orgasm.

Since this was your second in a short amount of time, they were sharper n’ more unpredictable than before. 

The only thing you can do is lean back into the rickety mattress and take everything you’re given, those bursts of pleasure turning nearly unbearable every time Satoru bruises your pretty g-spot. Memorized its place. Studied it.

Digging past your elastic walls like he’d go even deeper if he could. He wonders how much further till your womb…

Meanwhile Satoya reaches behind him to slap your poor, puckered nipples. 

They were ripe after his brother’s groping earlier, and all the other man has to do is spank you around a little to make your body writhe. “P-please-”

“Awww, don’t cry, my poor baby.” Satoya’s roughened fingertips then move to wipe your tears. Gently dragging his knobbled tips down the side of your wet face- “How’re you gonna suck my cock if you’re crying?”

At this, your jaw drops. And Satoru can’t help but startle out a laugh—“You’re a fucking animal, you know that?”

“I know.”

“Be nice.”

“Nah.”

And to your surprise, Satoru isn’t reprimanding him anymore - he’s simply peeking up and taking pleasure in the sight of you havin’ every inch of your mouth ruined. Until your lips were swollen. Until your nose tingled at the scratch of his unruly white happy trail—and Satoya himself can’t help but trek his left hand down and piiiiiinch your nostrils closed. Still shoveling his cck at a frenzied pace. 

Just to watch you squirm.

Satoru hums something interested.

And pinches your clit—

You think you might be shattering into your third high of the night, your fourth.

Either way, all you know is that a few seconds have passed by the time you’re blinking your hazy eyes open again - cunt sensitive, throat shot - and staring down at the vision of Satoru and Satoya who’ve regrouped themselves to the foot of the bed now.

They’d both climbed aboard now, and it dipped with pressure. 

It’s as if you were seeing double. 

You stare wide-eyed at the men who looked so-very alike: their mouths swollen n’ dripping with your slick, their cocks dripping with their own.

Messy white hair.

Glazed blue eyes.

It was impossible to pick which one was more handsome- both so attractive in two completely different ways. Both so attractive even when they were…playing rock-paper-scissors?

“Rock-”

“Paper-”

“Scissors-”

“Shoot-”

“I win.” 

Satoru holds up the paper in retaliation to Satoya’s rock—and the other man looked as though he could so-very-conveniently punch the other man with it. Satoya’s brows furrow, eyes flickering over from his brother to you. “I’m sorry, baby. Your Toya tried-”

“Hey-”