Weird Freak

cult leader!suguru spanking your pussy when you misbehave ₊˚⊹♡

cw; pussy spanking, mean!suguru, clit pinching, orgasm denial, unestablished relationship …

"do you know why i’ve asked you here tonight?" suguru asks, voice calm and steady as always, paired with that fake smile.

you shake your head, stood in front of him with your eyes glued to the floor like a child that had misbehaved.

"i don’t enjoy being lied to," the cult leader asks, tilting his head. "look at me."

you raise your head slowly, throat bobbing as you swallow, hard.

"now, let’s try this again, shall we. do you know why you’re here?"

"…yes," you say quietly.

"speak up, sweetheart."

"yes. i know why i’m here," you repeat, louder this time, fully aware of the mistake you’d made to end up here — in suguru’s room past midnight.

"good. are you ready for your punishment?" suguru says, robes slightly open, revealing his toned chest.

you close the distance between you, assuming he’d want you bent over his knee like always, but no. not this time.

suguru positions you on his lap, your back against his chest, spreading your legs either side of his. "you’ve left me no choice but to discipline you more harshly. poor thing. you can’t seem to stop getting yourself into trouble, can you?"

you shake your head, trying to ignore your clit throbbing, cool air brushing against it as your legs are spread wide open, somewhat regretting your choice not to wear panties underneath your nightdress.

suguru hums as he trails a finger up your slit, instantly feeling your arousal. "filthy girl… your little cunt is soaked before i’ve even touched you."

his cruel words only makes the ache between your legs grow.

"take a deep breath, pretty. try not to squirm," suguru purrs, breath hot against your neck as he delivers a singular smack! to your poor pussy.

you flinch, gasping softly, the sensation sending jolts throughout your entire body. "sugu…" you whine, tears pricking up in the corners of your eyes as he slaps your cunt again with his palm.

"aw, don’t cry, sweet girl," he says, mocking sympathy.

you sniffle, bottom lip beginning to wobble. "m’not c-crying." your denial only makes suguru slap your pussy harder, ensuring the worst of the pain went on your clit.

"aren’t you?" he adds, using one hand to spread your folds this time, smacking his palm directly against your exposed clit.

the tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, yet your cunt was still wetter than your face — leaving suguru’s palm sticky after every slap.

"you’re making such a mess," he says, holding his hand in front of your face so you can see the evidence, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

"m’sorry," you cry softly, the outer lips of your pussy now a faint red from suguru’s punishment.

smack!

your pussy begins to sting, sensitive and raw — yet your arousal only built, needy clit aching despite his harsh treatment.

after the next slap, suguru relieves you, just for a second, circling your clit with his thumb, drawing a desperate whine from you.

"you don’t get to cum tonight, sweet girl," suguru says, softly, almost like he didn’t mean it. then, he pinches your clit cruelly between two fingers, making you squirm in his lap.

suguru tuts. "what did i tell you about squirming, hm? you just earned yourself another." he gives your pussy another mean slap.

"have you learned your lesson?" he asks, hand raised in suspense, ready to deliver another smack at any moment.

"y-yes, yes. leaned my lesson, sugu," you reply, sniffling as the last of your tears leak from you eyes.

he smiles against your neck, pressing a kiss to your temple, a vast change from his recent actions.

"well then, run along," suguru says, releasing you from his lap, "tomorrow is a new day."

you nod, walking away slowly. "one more thing… if you touch yourself when you return to your room, it’ll be your face instead of your pussy."

"goodnight, sweet girl."

masterlist ♡

part one, but can be read as standalones

Your boyfriends are a whining, whimpering mess and you haven't even touched them yet. No, they've got that covered.

Satoru sits on his knees between Choso's spread thighs in bed in front of you, their hips rutting into Satoru's big hand wrapped around both of their cocks. Choso has a death grip on Satoru's forearm, his head tossed to the side on a pillow, unable to make eye contact with the man above him - the second he does he knows he'll cum and that's the one thing you told them they couldn't do.

"Put on a show for me," you'd whispered, dropping gentle kisses to their lips. "Just don't cum."

It was simple, or should have been, at least. You can see Choso's composure starting to crack, the stutter in Satoru's hips. They're both close; at this point you just want to see who will break first and either A: beg to cum (Choso) or B: just do it anyway and ask for forgiveness later (Satoru).

Your clit throbs from neglect, a syrupy mess of slick pooling in the sheets underneath you where you sit with your back against the headboard. Your fingers dip between your thighs to rub a slow circle into the sensitive bud, just enough to stave off the ache for now.

Satoru leans down, pressing his forehead to Choso's temple, his lips right by his ear to whisper filthy praise to him. "You feel- fuck- s'good, Cho," he slurs, lips grazing Choso's skin.

He places a kiss on Choso's jaw and then trails down, leaving open mouthed kisses over his neck. Choso's jaw falls open around a moan, a thick bead of pre cum oozing from the tip of his cock when Satoru finds a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. His back arches, the jerk of his hips smearing pre down Satoru's shaft.

cw: explicit sexual content, public ass-slapping, spanking, biting, grabbing, inappropriate touching, risk of being caught, dubiously appropriate timing, Nanami can’t keep his hands to himself. Bend that ass over, bitch! m.list

Nanami really, truly loved your ass. Too much. He loved grabbing it, smacking it, coming on it. He loved watching it jiggle when you bent over, loved sinking his teeth into it just to leave marks he’d admire later.

And it became a habit. A bad one. Because Kento Nanami had no damn self-control when it came to you.

So here are the top ten worst-timed moments he’s slapped your ass:

10. The first time it even happened—by accident, really—was in the office when you brought him lunch. Problem was, Gojo was leaning against his desk, running his mouth as usual. Nanami’s hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack before his brain caught up, and Gojo’s jaw dropped. “NANAMIN’S A PERVERT! I KNEW IT!” It took a full hour to calm him down, and he still brings it up at every opportunity.

9. In the classroom. He’d been lecturing when you walked in to deliver files. You bent slightly to hand him the folder and his hand came down on your ass before he could stop it. The students went dead silent before snickering erupted. You barely kept a straight face. Nanami? He just cleared his throat and continued the lesson like nothing happened, though the tips of his ears were bright red.

8. During training, in front of Principal Yaga. You were standing beside Nanami, clipboard in hand, when he smacked your ass hard enough that Yaga’s eyebrows nearly flew off his face. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “You two done?” Yaga asked dryly. Nanami didn’t blink. “Apologies. Muscle memory.”

7. At a Jujutsu Tech faculty dinner. Gojo, Utahime, Shoko, everyone there. Nanami had his hand on the small of your back, gentlemanly—until it dropped lower and gave a firm squeeze-slap hybrid. The sound of Shoko choking on her sake is burned into your brain. Gojo pointed a chopstick at you both, grinning. “Was that an ass grab or a slap? Or both?” Nanami’s glare shut him up, but not before Utahime muttered,“Unbelievable horny fucks.”

6. While you were on the phone with your mother. She was rambling about family drama, and you were trying to keep your voice steady while Nanami smacked your ass every time you said “mhmm.” You nearly choked when he pressed you against the counter and squeezed hard, mouthing, say goodbye faster. Your poor mother had no idea why you hung up so quickly.

5. Outside a mission briefing, with half the higher-ups lingering in the hall. You were in heels, files pressed to your chest, trying to look professional. Then came the sharp smack that made the folders slip right out of your arms. Everyone turned. Nanami just stooped to help pick them up, expression unreadable, before murmuring, “Control yourself.”

4. Grocery store. You bent down to grab something from the bottom shelf, and his palm cracked down on your ass so hard the woman next to you in the aisle cast you a jealous look. Nanami didn’t even look guilty—he just muttered, “That skirt’s too short,” and dropped the soy sauce in the cart.

3. In a meeting with higher-ups. You thought you’d be safe in such a stiff, professional setting—Nanami sitting with his tie perfectly straight, his posture rigid, the picture of composure. Until you leaned over to refill his tea, and he smacked your ass under the table. The sound wasn’t loud, but your sharp gasp was, and every head turned toward you. Nanami didn’t flinch. “Hot water,” he explained coolly. “Too close to her hand.” You wanted to strangle him.

2. Mid-mission, during a stealth recon in an abandoned warehouse. You were crouched behind a crate, trying to stay quiet, when Nanami’s hand landed on your ass so hard you yelped. You froze, heart pounding, while Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji, and Gojo all turned in unison, eyes widening. “Nanami!” you hissed, face burning as you tried to retaliate, swiping your hand at Nanami’s ass as he stepped past you, but your aim was off—Yuuji, eyes wide, practically shouted, “Hit him again! Hit him harder!” You froze, cheeks flaming, glancing at Nanami. Nobara rolled her eyes and muttered, “Pervert,” as you leaned closer to Nanami, whispering, “I’ll get you back later.”

1. Worst—or best—moment? After sex, when Gojo barged into his apartment unexpectedly. You were still bent over, dripping cum, thighs, Nanami slowly pulling out of you. His hand came down on your ass—smack!—just as Gojo’s voice rang out, “OH MY GOD, NANAMIN!” 

You squealed, scrambling for Nanami’s discarded shirt. Gojo had the nerve to cover his eyes with one hand and grin through the other. Nanami, utterly unfazed, just tucked himself back into his slacks and said, “Get out.” Gojo laughed, wiggling his eyebrows. “Next time invite me.” You’ve never seen Nanami look closer to murdering him.

the pledge — SORORITY!SHOKO, FRAT!GOJO, FRAT!GETO X READER

tags: (18+ MDNI please) everyone lowkey bisexual, foursome (😅 do i ever get tired of writing these?), pet names, sex, kissing, oral, p in v, dirty talk, brief shotgunning, frotting, fingering, pussy slaps, snowballing, use of strap-on, riding, nipple play, corruption kink (kinda), praise, im probably missing some

notes: okay mona doesn’t know about sororities/frats and also barely plot bc i was just horn– but who cares. also per usual, i imagine my reader/ yn as black since im black 🙂‍↕️ so there might be slight descriptors here and there.

When Shoko Ieiri took it upon herself to become your guide and mentor during the first few weeks of you joining the Kyoto Sorority, you didn’t think anything about it.

Shoko was tall and beautiful, it was hard not to be coaxed by every word she spoke to you, she could say a simple “Hi” and you’d get weak in the knees and you could tell she noticed that about you immediately. Now, whenever she was around you she always had a smirk on her lips, holding you by the waist whenever she could and anytime you spoke she made sure to look at you directly in your eyes.

“Parties aren’t off limits as I’m sure you know,” She speaks lowly, her eyes hooded and you’re hooked on every word. “But be careful, we have a reputation to uphold. Of course, you had to beware of alcohol, drugs and boys, whenever you do go.”

She could say anything and you’d listen, Shoko noticed, chuckling to herself because she could practically see your tail wagging. It was really adorable.

“I’m telling you all this because, I’m taking you out with me tonight.” Your eyes flash to hers.

“R-really? Where to?” You’re latched to her side in an instant, slowly inching back when you notice just how close you were to her — you shake your head thinking to yourself how embarrassing you’re being.

“Frat party with two of my…” She rolls her eyes while she thinks. “Close friends. They’re throwing it and I want them to meet my favorite pledge.” She pats your head a bit and your entire body shivers.

“I’m—I’m your favorite pledge?” You stumble over your words. Honestly it was obvious you were, everyone else took a few under their wing while she singled you out. But you chose not to think too hard about it.

She puts your braids behind your ear and whispers, “And tonight, I’ll show you just how much of my favorite you are.” She smirks at your twinkling wide eyes. “So dress really pretty for me, okay? I want to show you off.”

You felt like you were going to combust.

You probably spent too much time getting ready —trying to make sure the foundation was your shade, that the pink blush would show against your skin, that your braids still looked nice and fresh and that the outfit you had on was cute enough but also sorority appropriate.

It was a simple glimmery shiny pink dress with thin straps that stopped above your knees, which you paired it with white thin 4-inch heels. You doused yourself in a strawberry perfume and added a few accessories before you heard Shoko open your room door.

Though she wasn’t supposed to, Shoko still occasionally smoked in the house, most times she kicked the habit with a sucker but she probably couldn’t find one in time. She glanced at you, as you attempted to put your necklace on in the mirror — she walks over and takes it from you, her hands warm against your skin. “There.” She adjusts it a bit more. “Perfect.” She’s looking at your face through the mirror’s reflection before she kisses your shoulder.

You try to be nonchalant, but it’s so hard when she’s doing this to you. You put your face in your hands and fan yourself, “Uh, so where are we headed to?”

Shoko’s dressed pretty casual, you notice, long sleeve shirt with dark washed jeans with a decent sized purse on her shoulder. “Not so far from here…” She glances at your heels. “Luckily you won’t have to walk that long.” She ushered you out of the house, holding the small of your back as she did.

Shoko was correct, but nevertheless walking in the heels did pose a problem from you and made you wonder if you should’ve went more causal, but the words of: “Dress really pretty for me.” Rung in your head when you rummaged through your closet. You wanted to make her proud, make her happy. It was an odd bubbly feeling in your chest and stomach whenever she looked at you, talked to you or even stood next to you.

Opening the door, a heavy heat instantly took over your body. It was a tight fit because of all the bodies in the house so she let go of your hand and said, “Follow me.”

You followed her through the sea of bodies, moving at a speed you didn’t know you were capable of in heels. You could hear her shouting over the music but you didn’t know if she was talking to you or not, so you continued to follow until she reached the kitchen finally.

Red solo cups littered the countertops and the trash cans, tipsy girls huddled together and a few guys standing off to the side. “Hey.” She nods to two of the seven guys and they slowly walk over, looking at you.

You looked at the two and arched a brow. You had met them a few weeks ago when you were picking up you and Shoko’s coffees, they flirted with you for a bit. They had stood pressed against you and many girls passed by in awe and you couldn’t help but to be flustered over the two of them. “I think I know them, kinda? We met before, I mean…but I don’t know their names.”

“Oh? Satoru and Suguru here, these are my close friends.” She introduces you to the both of them; they were dressed very typical, wearing t-shirts that hugged their muscles and loose well fitted jeans.

You felt overdressed and hugged your body, anxiety rattled your body. But you decided to shake off that feeling, standing a bit more straighter.

“This is my precious favorite little pledge.” She motions towards you and their eyes start at the top of your head and trails down your body, you feel naked under their gazes.

“She really is precious,” Suguru agrees, his eyes on yours. Satoru nods in agreement, biting his lip. “Want to…?” He asks Shoko, gestures to the stairs. “More private upstairs.”

Amusement sparkles in her eyes and she nods. You felt clueless to their actions but you followed them anyways, careful steps in your heels but Shoko kept you steady.

Entering a bedroom, you awkwardly stand by the door as they sat in what seemed like designated spots. Shoko patted the spot next to her and you happily sat down. You noticed both of the boys rummaging through drawers before an “Ah Ha!” left their mouths, holding two blunts.

Your body froze and you looked from them to Shoko, “I thought we couldn’t—”

“Couldn’t get caught. I’ll keep it a secret if you do.”

You nod and reach out for one. It wasn’t like you never did it before, of course you have, but with boys you hardly knew? Never. Putting it between your lips, you let Satoru light it before you do a deep inhale. You hold it for a moment before you exhale with a giggly smile. “Good?” You don’t know who asks but you nod, your eyes low and your body tingling.

You watch Satoru inhale the blunt before blowing some into Suguru’s mouth, briefly kissing him after he finishes. You gasp a bit and at the same time, Shoko lifts your head and does the same thing to you, she presses her lips to yours and cups your face. “W-wait.” You moan in her mouth and she pulls away a bit.

“You don’t like it?” She whispered lowly, her eyes dropping to your lips then to your eyes.

“It’s not that…I just never…” Embarrassed, you put your hands over your face. She removes your hands, kissing the palms of both before moving to your neck. “Sh-Shoko!” She’s pulling down the skimpy sleeves of your dress.

“You never been kissed? That’s so sweet.” Her lips graze your shoulder and you shudder. “Do you want me to keep kissing you? I can.” She practically purrs in your ear, you squeeze your thighs together, nodding.

“How about right here,” She’s kissing your chest, tugging the sleeves completely down before she sees you aren’t wearing a bra. “Cute.” Your nipples are rock hard, you didn’t even realize that Satoru and Suguru were watching the entire scene play out

You gasp when her mouth descends and her tongue swirls on your bud, her left hand tweaking the other one. “I–” you already feel as if you’re about to cum until she pulls back. Then she’s back to kissing you.

Moaning, you can feel yourself getting wetter and it did nothing but turn you on even more. Then the boys join in, trailing kisses up and down each side of your neck, littering hickeys in their wake. Shoko slips her tongue in, much to your delight and now you can keep up, follow her every move, drooling out the side of your mouth.

You’re whining when she pulls back, just for Satoru to take her place, already sucking on your tongue when his lips are on yours. He moves back and then Suguru gently licks at your lips before he slurps and sucks your tongue. Your tongue still out and awaiting more but they’re focused on your clothes.

“Let’s finish getting you out of this pretty little dress, wouldn’t want it to get ruined, right?” You think it’s Satoru who says it, all of their hands on your body to remove a piece of what you’re wearing.

“This isn’t fair.” You mutter, looking over their fully clothed bodies. “Why am I the only one undressed.” Your voice is still low and your eyes are on the floor, you can hear them all snickering at you.

“You’re right, baby. Sorry.” Suguru says, pulling off his shirt and reaching for his pants to remove as well. Satoru is doing the same and you realize that Shoko isn’t there.

“Can we play with you too? Since Shoko isn’t here right now?” You’re so turned on, you just nod at their hungry stares.

Before you know it, you’re sitting face to face with two cocks, equal in size but Suguru’s was a bit thinner than Satoru’s. Your mouth felt really wet, you licked your lips staring at them. “Can I…” you trail off, getting on the floor and reaching for both of them.

You’re probably sloppy at handjobs, but it didn’t stop you.

One dick in your mouth and one in your hand, you squeeze at Satoru’s balls, taking Suguru’s cock out of your mouth to focus on his balls briefly. Licking your way back up and kissing the head before you switch, wrapping your hand around Satoru’s cock and now your mouth on the other. Your cheeks hallowed out, your throb bulging as you take in all you can.

Then you’re holding them close to each other, jerking them both off and tongue lapping at both of their slits. Bringing them close so that they’re touching, you spit on both and put them both in your mouth the best you can, your hands jerking whatever can’t fit in your mouth. Your eyes roll back as their moans echo through the room, you leak out more wetness onto the floor.

“Are you two done corrupting my sweet pledge?” Shoko appears, a blunt between her lips, her bra is on but she’s wearing a harness and purple strap on.

With a loud pop, both of them are out of your mouth, staring at her when she walks closer to you, beckoning you over to her. You briefly hesitate, licking your lips, before crawling over. The boys followed.

“Awww,” Shoko cooed. “You’re just gonna suck theirs? Not mines?”

Your knees burn but you sit between her legs, and put her purple strap between your breasts as the boys tower over you, jerking their cocks simultaneously. Your mouth wraps around her cock and you moan taking her in, every inch stretching out your throat. Her hands fist your hair and guide you up and down. “Keep your eyes on me.” She’s thrusting herself in your mouth before you start choking a bit, that’s when she slows down.

Your eyes water, she’s being roughly than the guys were. Your throat easily molding to fit the outline of her cock, your eyes droop a bit when she pushes you all the way down. You’re only down for a second before she raises you before sinking it back down your throat again. You’re drooling and face covered in your slobber before she finally lets you breathe.

“Let’s get you on the bed, baby.” She helps you up by the arms and you stumble over to lay down, spreading your legs for all three of them to see.

“Isn’t she so pretty?” It’s humiliating that they’re not talking about you, that instead they’re focused on spreading your lips and looking inside of you. All of them forcing your hole to stretch, chuckling at the squelching sounds.

“Yeah she is.” The boys agree. As if they already knew the drill, they all kneeled in front of you. It wasn’t long before you felt the first lick up your core, jumping at the new sensation.

“Pretty and taste good, aren’t we so lucky?” A finger dips in, scooping some of your cream up before you hear all three of them groan in delight.

“Fucking heaven.”

You feel a nibble on your inner lips and groan, trying not to close your legs. Pulling and teasing those lips before sucking on your clit, briefly. It was a cycle — licking from the bottom before nuzzling their face between your core, adding some spit to it before licking all of the juices there, sucking your core before licking on each individual lip then pressing kisses on your clit.

Your so turned out that you can’t even look at them. But you feel cold sensation, that makes you jump up. “It’s just lube baby.” Shoko says before grinding the purple dildo against you. “Deep breath.”

You’re clenching over nothing, wanting her inside of you so badly. You inhale and she pushes forward, just the tip inside. Her body hovering above yours, she kisses away the tears that fall from your eyes. “Even pretty when you cry for me.”

She thrusts forward, filling you up. You’re clawing at her back, eyes threatening to roll back. But she stays still, waiting. “I’m okay, please…please keep going.” You feel yourself leaking and it’s embarrassing, getting fucked while they’re all there.

You look over to Suguru and Satoru and gasp at the sight of Suguru almost choking around Satoru’s length, you feel like you shouldn’t be watching but you can’t take your eyes off of it.

His hand gripping Suguru’s long dark hair and repeatedly pushing him down, you hear him struggling to take it in — Satoru was nicer to you, is all you can think.

“Focus on me.” You jolt when she slaps your core, not once but twice for good measure. The obscene noises that your pussy makes while it grips around Shoko.

“‘M sorry, Shoko.” Her thrusts become deeper, so close to your love spot. “Sho—! Shoko, you’re so deep!” Your toes are curling inside of the sheets and you spread your legs wider, so she can be as rough with you as she wanted. She rubbed clockwise circles around your bud and smirked when your moans grew louder. Her hips drew back before she was back inside, your insides stretching around her.

It was a good thing Shoko couldn’t get you pregnant because just from her fucking you alone you felt full. But she talked as if she felt everything and as if it was really her, “Feels so good, little pussy taking me so well.” She’s pounding in you, no remorse anymore. She’s pulling your hips to meet every thrust and you’re trying to keep up.

The boys made their way back over, watching you get fucked – Suguru’s face painted with cum and Satiru with a pleased expression.

“Pretty pussy milking me, aren’t you baby?” She teases you, swiping some of your juices that coated the base of her cock, she spreads her fingers and let Satoru take them in his mouth with a groan, he pressed his lips to Suguru possibly swirling his tongue inside and they all look at you even hungrier.

“Getting addicting to her taste.” Satoru says and your body tingles. You feel like a prize, your body on fire from the pleasure.

“Me too.” Suguru chuckles “Can we…?” He asks, glancing at you, but really his question is directed at Shoko.

Like you’re her pet. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, you liked it. Were you sick in the head? Maybe…

Shoko nods, slowly pulling out of you. “They’ll take care of you baby.” She’s sitting down, watching and taking more hits of the blunt. Satoru lays down beside you, taking you in his arms.

“On all fours and stretch yourself open for us.” Suguru says, his voice wrecked with lust, you did what he asked for instantly. “She’s so…obedient, listens to every word.”

You hear Shoko agree. Satoru’s hard against you, his dick standing upright and almost dipping inside of your core.

Barely any warning comes before a cool finger nudges your asshole. “Relax.” It’s uncomfortable, but you do what’s said and put your face in Satoru’s neck, biting down a bit to keep your moans quiet — he rubs your back.

His dick pressed against your clit, making you whimper against him. “You like when I do that?” Cockiness evident in his voice, you nod and he rubs you more with a smirk on his face before he presses his lips to yours.

You completely forgot about Suguru, who’s slowly easing into your tight hold until his finger is completely inside of you. He pulls it out before pressing a small kiss to the puckered hole, “She’s ready.” He tells Satoru, who doesn’t stop kissing you – he only lowers you down.

Suguru is stretching out your ass, watching Satoru hips thrusting up inside of you. The wet squelching noises fill the air from the intensity and you can barely match his pace. Suguru is working his way inside of your asshole and you make a noise of slight discomfort.

“Suguru— hurts.” You whine, tears running down your face. He caresses your back and you feel a bit more at ease. He pulls himself out of you, slipping just the tip in and fucking into you sweetly, he can tell you’re enjoying it by how you’re gripping him. He decides to test his luck and push a bit more in, you squeal loudly at that. The dirty ‘plat plat plat’ sounds of skin slapping together as both of them fuck into you.

Satoru has his mouth wrapped around your nipple and he’s deeply sucking and nipping at your chest, you’re probably littered with hickeys. “You’re both too…too big.” You sniffle, putting your head back on his chest and just laying there.

You’re clenching and unclenching around both of them simultaneously, squeezing them. “Creaming all over me.” Satoru whimpers, much to your surprise. Both of them working together to bring you to maximum pleasure, they’re so in sync that you feel like they’re one person.

“You’re taking them so good baby.” You look up and Shoko kisses you, sucking on your tongue, you lick into her mouth moaning as you roll your hips for both Satoru and Suguru to fuck you deeper. Opening your mouth wider for Shoko, she steps back. “Stay just like that,” Taking the dildo off the harness, she slid it between her thighs – gathered her slick on it before dipping it inside of her completely.

Your mouth watered and your insides tightened, you could hear the two behind you muttering out curses. Shoko doesn’t make any noises but the pleasure is written over her face, eyes shut and mouth agape. Trembling, she pulls it out, placing it right in your mouth – she’s pushing it in back and forth, being as gentle as she can.

Both Satoru and Suguru hit the deepest part of your insides, Satoru tapping into your gooey leaking pussy and Suguru back to stretching your ass with his throbbing member. “Good girl, taking us all like this.” Satoru praises you — even with a mouthful you’re still able to smile at him and your walls flutter around him, pulsing while he’s buried deep inside of you…practically stuck there. Both of them pumping their dicks inside of you, slowly and nice to build you up again. They pick up the pace before slowing down again, as if it was a silly game with your pleasure on the line.

The smell of sex deep in the air, you put your middle and ring finger against your clit, rubbing. Suguru pulls out of your ass, rubbing his cock against Satoru’s. He’s spreading your folds wider and enters in one thrust — your pussy tries to accommodate both of their cocks but your stomach tightens and you can feel both of them right there.

Leaking all over both of their delicious cocks, your eyes get droopy, hallowing your cheeks to suck and swallow around the dildo. “You love what we’re doing to you, don’t you baby?” Shoko kisses your forehead and that’s when you snap.

Your head is spinning at the same time your tummy tightens up and the last push you needed was a small, “Come for us baby.” Then you fell apart; legs twitching, toes curling and mouth choking on the dildo yet moans still loud as you cum, you were so wet that, Satoru’s dick slipped out for a second before he plugged it back in, riding his own high with yours.

You felt empty not long after and you sobbed, a mix of pleasure and actual sadness while watery creamy white cum leaked out of both your holes. Your gasps and sobs coming to a close, your body just numb with nothing but the aftermath of what you just experienced.

“I’ll keep her… she’s too cute for me to let go.” You hear Shoko tell them as you drift to sleep, she’s rubbing your forehead.

“i can’t stay the whole time.” choso says to gojo (the whole room really) who’s currently going over the ‘game-plan’ and jobs for the frats fundraiser tonight. “i got a date—well not a date, but…”

gojo looks confused, eyebrows pinched together. “i’m sorry,” he near laughs, “you have a date?”

geto seems a little bit amused aswell but smacks gojo’s arm lightly and tells choso, “with who?” everybody else sitting around the living room hums in agreed question.

“it’s not a date.” he himself sounds confused as to what it is.

“what, ya got a hookup you not telling us about?” gojo quizzes. it’s amazing how fast he can lose focus completely.

“no, it’s not that.”

“you smoking with a girl?” geto asks. choso shakes his head no.

“guy?” someone quips with a laugh from the kitchen, probably toji meal prepping for the next few days. choso shakes his head again.

gojo leans back on the couch and plops into a pillow. “…kay. so what are you doing with her? and who even is she?”

“i’m meeting her parents.” he replies. somebody in the room spits out half their drink, everybody else’s eyebrows snag up their forehead. “i have to leave at 7:30.”

“wait-wait-wait,” toji steps out the kitchen as if he didn’t hear that right. “you have a girlfriend you didn’t tell us about and you’re meeting her parents ?”

choso looks embarrassed and plays with his hair a little. “i mean i told nanami.” he mumbles, looking over to him from the other side of the couch. nanami nods in agreement.

“he needed advice and a dress shirt,” he confirms while gojo’s jaw is halfway to the floor. “lord knows you guys wouldn’t help him.”

“nanamiiii,” gojo pouts, body slinging aimlessly further off the couch like a slinky toy, “you knew and didn’t tell me? i am great with advice !”

geto pokes gojo in the ribs playfully, “you’re really not.” then turns to nanami, “who is she? did he not tell us cause we don’t know her?” choosing to ask second hand like choso isn’t even there.

nanami shakes his head no, “you guys know her, gojo hit on her once.” nanami actually chuckles to himself in his hand, recalling the memory apparently everybody had forgotten. “he got rejected.”

gojo pulls himself up in an instant, “you stole my girl choso? not cool man!” in an even bigger pout from before.

choso replies, still fiddling with his hair, “she was not your girl.”

“which girl are we talking about? gojo’s got like a 30% success rate.” toji asks, now also distracted from what he was originally doing.

“fuck you, zen’in.” gojo quips.

choso ignores gojo’s comment, tells toji (everybody) your name and continues, “she rejected gojo at the start of the school year when he saw her with shoko and shoko told her he’s a douche.”

gojo yanks up his makeshift blindfold (really a dishcloth from the kitchen) like it’ll make him hear better, scrambling up in disarray, “SHOKO’S FRIEND?” he yanks back down his blindfold and returns to his half off the couch, nearly upside down state. “and you’re meeting her parents?” he crosses his arms and mumbles, “bro-code’s out the window i guess.”

“oh i remember that!” geto says, nearly laughing his ass off remembering gojo’s dissapointment. “when’d you meet her cho?”

“that night. we fucked and she asked me out the next day.” choso replies.

“oh you’re fucking kidding me.” gojo groans out.

geto’s now fully doubled over on the couch laughing, along with half the other frat members.

“lemme see a photo of her.” toji asks. choso pulls out his phone and displays to him his wallpaper, you and him sticking your blue and red tongues out after drinking too many icees at mini-golf. “cute.”

choso gets about 50 more, ‘lemme see’s before gojo leans up and looks at the screen too. apparently he’s the only one who realizes it’s a live photo and presses down to see the animation. he then sees choso turn and lick your tongue, leaving a purple mark on yours before the screen reverts to the still image.

Thinking about being sandwiched between Satoru and Choso in the middle of a good boy competition, except it's not really a competition because Choso isn't competing. He's winning and it's pissing Satoru off.

They both sit on their knees in front of you, Choso the picture of patience, waiting for whatever command you give. His eyes are soft and half lidded, looking up at you with pure adoration pouring from his heart shaped pupils.

Satoru keeps fidgeting and side eyeing him because how the fuck does he do it? Satoru has tried endlessly to copy him, to be the one to win your affection first for once, but he can't. It only makes it worse that Choso is so god damn nice about it - always kissing Satoru afterward and telling him he'll let him go first if he wants to next time.

But that's not really up to them, is it?

"C'mere, Cho," you say, beckoning him forward with a wiggle of your index finger.

Satoru's eyes widen, opening his mouth to complain about how you're 'picking favorites', just to snap it shut when you direct a stern look his way. He doesn't want to end up gagged again. His jaw tenses instead, averting his gaze so he doesn't have to see the way your pussy glistens in the dim bedroom light as your spread your legs for Choso.

Envy burns hot in his chest. His eye twitches. His cock throbs.

Fuck.

Satoru expects Choso to start shuffling forward on his knees and the sound of him lapping at your pussy to quickly follow as per usual, already drawing in a deep breath to sigh out the second Choso attaches his lips to your clit, but that's not what happens.

"No."

Satoru's head snaps to the side, eyes widening again at the sound of the world's best boy being defiant for once.

"What?" Is your only response, straightening your spine to sit up in your seat as the word registers, just as shocked as Satoru that Choso isn't already whimpering between your legs.

"I said, no." Choso clarifies, as if he wasn't heard the first time. A smirk is stretching his lips, his head tilting to the side.

It takes everything in Satoru to not chuckle, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of you. If he remains neutral, he'll probably still get his reward and oh-

Oh.

That's what he's doing. He is so getting his dick sucked for this.

You look away first and sit back in your chair. This is uncharted territory and Satoru is praying you'll take the bait. Things are silent for a few moments, your displeased hum the only sound to break the silence.

You pick at your nails considering your options, not even looking at them. Satoru takes the chance to press a quick kiss to Choso's cheek and Choso nudges him away, a bashful blush heating his face.

When you finally look back up, they've schooled their expressions like the interaction never happened - Choso's gone back to his defiant little head tilt and smirk and Satoru's put on his best puppy eyes.

"Fine," you say, getting comfortable in your seat again now that you've decided on a course of action. You start that sinful spread of your legs, never breaking eye contact with Choso causing Satoru's heart to still in his chest. There is no fucking way you're going to choose him first again.

And then:

"Toru baby?" Your gaze drags to Satoru, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"Yes ma'am?" It's nearly a whisper, his voice cracking at the end.

"Come here."

Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation. 

"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that." 

You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time). 

"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"

"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."

Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in. 

"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!" 

Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before. 

"Enchain." 

Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears. 

"Y-Yū —" 

"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin. 

This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too. 

"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."

Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded. 

Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is. 

Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard. 

Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you at the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway. 

"Y-Yūji —"

"My name, brat —"

"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"

"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit. 

You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"

"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."

He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac. 

"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only." 

"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —" 

"That's it."

The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away. 

When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again. 

"S-Sukuna?" 

"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?" 

You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine." 

"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt. 

"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating." 

Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior. 

"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that." 

"It was," you breathe out. 

When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty. 

Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal. 

"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly. 

You shake your head. "Not at all, baby." 

"Let me fuck you next, then." 

riding kirara on that stupid camera room couch while hakari records.

the room reeks of alcohol and hakaris stupidly expensive cologne, filling your nostrils along with the scent of sex and the beautiful girl who’s lap you’re in, hips moving with newly found effort.

you’re bouncing with more effort than you usually would if there wasn’t a large hand rubbing your ass from behind you. filthy, brain melting words of encouragement from behind you.

first time anal with olderbf!toji ꒰♡

"cmon, doll. y’can’t back out now. you were practically beggin’ me to fuck this pretty ass earlier," your older boyfriend rasps, kneeling behind you — thick, heavy cock pressing against your ass.

he positions you into a filthy arch, then plants both hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them wide. "fuckkkk, look at this tight lil’ hole."

you yelp as toji delivers a sharp smack! to one of your cheeks, licking his lips at the way your skin ripples from the contact.

"gonna be a big girl and take my dick, yeah?" toji teases.

you nod feverishly, knowing there was no going back now — you asked for this.

suddenly, toji spreads your cheeks again, gripping them hard enough to bruise before spitting directly onto your puckered hole.

you whimper at the sensation, redness creeping up your face. "be gentle," you say quietly, unsure of what to expect.

toji chuckles darkly. "don’t worry, baby. gonna warm you up first." following that, he takes one thick finger, pushing it past the tight ring of muscle, making you whimper softly.

"so fuckin’ tight," he purrs, counting down the minutes until he has his dick buried in there.

he begins thrusting his finger inside of your tight hole, letting you adjust — feeling you clench around his digit.

once toji felt you’d adjusted, he adds a second finger, now fucking them both into your hole in a steady rhythm. "mphh — feel so full," you mewl.

toji scoffs. "feel full from just my fingers? wait until i’m stuffin’ my cock in there."

your cunt clenches around nothing at the thought of toji bullying his cock into your tight asshole — his fingers beginning to feel somewhat pleasurable the longer he thrusts them into you.

just as you begin to moan softly, toji withdraws his fingers. he bends you back into position effortlessly, "keep that ass up, baby.”

then, you feel it.

the thick head of his dick pressing against your hole. toji takes his thick length in his hand, pumping it a few times before smearing his pre around my your rim.

"deep breaths, princess," he encourages, hissing as he pushes in as slowly as he knows how.

you grip the sheets below you so hard that your knuckles turned white — the initial stretch making you grit your teeth.

"fuuckkk," toji groans, gripping your hips tighter, "gonna fuckin’ kill me."

he was splitting you open so harshly, thick cock forcing your hole open to accommodate him, beginning to set a steady rhythm, holding back as much as he physically can.

“tojiiii,” you whine, tears beginning to prick up in the corners of your eyes, "s’too much."

your boyfriend rubs his thumbs tenderly over your hips, "doin’ so well, princess. can feel your cunt droolin’ all over me," he groans, pushing you forwards into prone bone, bracing his hands either side of your head.

the new position forces his cock deeper inside of you, only making you grip him harder with your no longer virgin hole.

“ain’t gonna last long like this — hah — shit," he grunts, voice becoming hoarse, the pace of his thrusts increasing. the room fills with the sound of skin slapping together, toji’s heavy balls making a sharp smacking sound against your ass.

you were mostly accustomed to the sensation, breathy moans beginning to spill out of your mouth. "mnnn — toji," you cry out.

he rests his heavy chest against your back, grunting lowly into your ear. "gonna fill this tight ass with my load, you want that, baby?"

you nod, cunt only becoming wetter at the thought. "need a yes, princess. tell me how much y’want it," he growls. "p-please, want it," you beg, feeling toji nip at your neck with his teeth. "good girl, that’s my — hah — good fuckin’ girl."

toji’s thrusts become sharper, more shallow, hips stuttering. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, flooding your poor little hole with thick ropes of cum.

the sensation was abnormal, yet strangely familiar, the hot liquid filling you to the brim until you were warm and packed with his load.

"did so well, doll," he pants, kissing your cheek. "gonna fill this needy cunt next."

a/n; as promised!

more like this

you’re the ultimate prize - just for gojo and geto. (18+)

you’re a mess under suguru; face down, ass up, his cock driving into you hard enough that your knees keep slipping against the sheets. his grip on your hips is bruising, pulling you back to take every inch, each thrust making a filthy wet slap sound that echoes through the room.

and of course, that’s when satoru decides to intervene.

“hey hey hey, no hogging!” he complains, flopping down beside you with all the grace of a toddler. before you can even register what’s happening, he plops his phone right onto the small of your back.

“what the hell are you doing, satoru?” suguru grits out, never missing a beat.

“timer,” gojo grins like he just solved world hunger. the screen lights up against your skin, stopwatch ticking. “five minutes each - fair game. i’m not letting you keep her for half an hour again - you’re a greedy bastard.”

“you’re unbelievable,” suguru mutters, but his cock slams into you harder, as if he’s deliberately showing off: participating, even though he acts like it’s extremely childish.

“i-i’m not - oh god - some kind of f-fucking - competition-!” you manage, voice breaking into a cry.

“actually,” satoru says cheerfully, brushing your hair off your damp face softly as if he’s your loving boyfriend, “you're cute, but you kinda are.”

you groan, body jolting as suguru adjusts the angle to grind right into that spot that makes stars explode behind your eyes. the phone wobbles dangerously on your back.

“if you drop it,” satoru starts in his referee voice, “automatic disqualification.”

“you’re such a fucking idiot,” suguru bites, slowly losing his cool, thrusts getting brutal, hand sneaking under you to flick your clit with ruthless precision.

“four minutes left, suguru!” satoru announces like he’s calling a boxing match. “oh, and she’s clenching - ladies and gentlemen, we might have a finish sooner than expected!”

you sob into the pillow, thighs trembling, heat pooling fast. suguru growls low in his throat, fucking you like he’s determined to win a golden medal with sweat dripping down his temple.

“two minutes left!” satoru crows, slapping your ass just to watch you jolt. “c’mon suguru, she’s right there - don’t choke under pressure!”

“shut the fuck up, satoru,” suguru snaps, but his rhythm is ruthless, cock grinding deep, fingers on your clit working fast and cruel.

the timer ticks, your orgasm builds hot and unbearable, your body clenching around suguru as you cry out. the phone wobbles, nearly tipping -

“and - she drops it!” satoru yells, snatching the phone before it falls, holding it up like a trophy. “time’s up, suguru. hand her over. referee’s decision. i win.”

“fuck off,” suguru snarls, still grinding into you as you convulse around him, spilling into a messy orgasm that makes your whole body shake.

satoru just grins, flipping the phone around to show suguru the timer. “five minutes on the dot. you’re welcome, princess.” he presses a mocking kiss to your temple while suguru keeps you stuffed full, still stubbornly refusing to let go.

“get your own stopwatch, satoru,” suguru growls, panting. “i’m not done with her.”

“oh no, rules are rules.” satoru’s already pulling you toward him, laughing as suguru resists. “sudden death round - my turn.”

and you’re caught between the two of them, limp and overstimulated, as if they really are playing the dirtiest olympic match in history - with you as the prize.

The realities of being in a throuple with SatoSugu ;)

One — they’re competitive as hell and argue because of it

In fact, they argue so often, you suspect there are hogs with wings outside of your window when you come home to find that they’re actually getting along. They’ll quarrel over every single little thing: whether pancakes are better than waffles, who gets to shove their cock inside your pussy first, who eats you out better, who you love more, etc. etc.

“No, Suguru, you don’t get it,” your white-haired boyfriend groans. “I’m obviously the better lover because I’m mean to her face. You’re mean in a way that requires a little bit of thinking, which isn’t exactly something she wants to be doing when she’s trying to cum. Duh.”

“Ma,” he calls out from the living room, empty beer bottle in his hand as he manspreads across the couch. As you step into the room, he looks up at you. “Injured my ankle real bad today, doll. Think I need medical attention.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously but you remain casual. “The Doctors is open tomorrow if you want to book an appointment. How did-“

“Nah, no need. I think they do home visits now.”

You blink. What the hell was he talking about? “What? Are you going crazy?”

He merely shrugs. “There’s a package in the kitchen for ya, by the way.”

You hesitantly leave the room and head towards the box on the kitchen counter. When you pull out its contents, you release the loudest exasperated sigh ever. A slutty nurse costume. Did your own boyfriend think you were some cheap whore who would dress up as a nurse to please him?

Unfortunately, he got his way. With your face pressed into the cushions of the couch, you writhe and moan into the material, the loud thap thap of Toji’s hips slapping against your ass filling the room.

One hand presses against your lower back and forces you into a deep arch. “Fuckk,” he groans lowly. “Such an obedient little nurse, hm? Letting me fill this tight pussy up.” You moan pornographically as his thrusts become firmer, harder. Your fake uniform is partially ripped, crinkled underneath your boyfriend’s careless grip.

You don’t register his wandering hand until it pressed against your back entrance. You lift your head from the cushion in protest, babbling out a response that was barely intelligible from how fucked out you were. “Toji- ngh- don’t you d-“

His pushes his thumb into your ass. You clench around his cock, annoyingly so, as he easily feels it and knows just how much you secretly enjoy it. “What were you saying, ma?” He asks coyly, a smirk etched onto his scarred lips.

Your man has been begging to try something new...and who are you to deny him?

˙⟡ FEATURING: Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna

˙⟡ CONTENT WARNINGS: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, squirting, overstimulation, bondage, bdsm elements, somnophilia, oral (m rec), creampies, double penetration, praise, degradation, vibrators, dubious consent at times, crying, pet names, swearing, brief murder, non-curse choso

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SATORU GOJO ~ TOYS

It’s no secret that Satoru loves watching you squirm—hips writhing, tears glistening, legs twitching. He adores those high pitched sounds you make when you’re overwhelmed, delicate hands trying to push him away when he fucks you a little too deep. 

So now he wonders…

How loud would you scream if he added some toys to the mix? 

“No, no, no-“ you’re begging, tummy tensing and hips bucking as Satoru brings the wand back up to your already overstimulated clit. “I can’t, Toru!” 

“Oh, come on, angel-“ he rolls his hips, smooching your cervix with his leaky tip to make you squeal. “You’re not tapping out already, are you?” he mocks you, turning the vibrations back on- 

“Fuck!” you’re crying, legs kicking and hands smacking Satoru’s abs in an attempt to save yourself from another tortuous orgasm. “Too much- I c-can’tttt-“ 

“I don’t care, baby.” his voice is sickeningly sweet, sapphire eyes crazed as he watches you with a twisted satisfaction. “Gimme another one-“ he grunts, hips settling back into a slow rhythm—he hits that pleasurable spot deep inside you with cruel precision every time. 

“Feels- ngh- different!” the pleasure-pain that courses through your veins is intoxicating—you can feel every painful buzz on your overly sensitive clit, your tummy contracting every time he hits the very back of your abused cunt. 

“You can do it, princess-“ Satoru chuckles, leaning over you to plant wet kisses on your tear-stained cheeks. “Just relaxxx and let it happen, hun.” 

“Please-!” you squeal, not sure if you're asking for more or for it to end—your entire body jerks, once, twice-

“Fuckkk, baby.” Satoru groans, hips stuttering as you squeeze him so tight. Clear liquid comes out in spurts, soaking his pelvis and the bedsheets as your cunt visibly pulses. 

You let out broken moans as Satoru fucks you through your orgasm—pathetic gushes of your squirt slowly decreasing in amount. 

“No more- can’t-“ the bliss of your orgasm dulls into a full body ache—your hands pull at the forearm holding the wand, trying to pry it off. “Toru- it hurtsss-“ you sob, feet kicking as his body weight remains pinning you down. 

“Shhh- s’okay, angel-“ he coos, finally pulling the nightmare of a device off your swollen nub and turning it off. “Did sooo good-“ he pecks your quivering lips, holding you close as your body  tremors. 

“How many times was that?” Satoru laughs, still balls deep inside of you. “Felt like a new record for you, babe.” he gives the side of your hips a few smacks, urging you to speak. 

“Dunno.” you whisper, falling limp against the messy sheets. 

“Hey-“ he smacks your hip again. “I’m proud of you, princess.” 

CHOSO KAMO ~ SOMNOPHILIA

Choso and yourself had a conversation not too long ago—about your boyfriend’s tendency to need sex all the time, that is. Before the two of you got together, your previous partners had a hard time keeping up with your libido. But ever since you met Choso, your sex drive has been put to shame. 

To solve this…issue, you had given Choso the green light to use you when you’re asleep—in the event that you’re too tired, at least. 

You’re softly snoring when Choso enters the room, his dick straining against his jeans as he stalks towards the bed. He had a hard day, but he was even harder—he couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, your silky hair, the dip of your waist, your hips-

Your pussy. 

He gently pulls the covers from your form, only to find you naked—nipples peaked, legs spread, cunt glistening just for him.  “God damn, sweetheart.” he mumbles, unbuckling his studded belt and taking his sweat scented shirt off (yum). 

His fingers explore you tentatively, soft brushes across your nipples all the way down to your bare mound. You don’t stir, breaths remaining stable as he collects your slick—bringing it up to his gaping mouth for a greedy taste.  

Choso climbs on top of you, making a place for himself between your legs. He crowds you, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent like a dog. “Mfmm- missed you, love.” he gets a sleepy snore in response, a giggle escapes his throat before his hands return to groping you. 

He frees his cock from the confines of his boxers and starts grinding in the wetness of your pussy lips—his leaky tip painting your clit with glossy pre. “Been waiting to fuck you all day, pretty-“ he licks a hot stripe up the side of your neck, lining himself up and pushing in-

“Cho?” you whimper, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you’re fucked open.

“Shh- just me, sweetheart-“ he bottoms out with a sigh of relief, planting a wet smooch on your lips and squeezing your plump tits. “Go back to sleep-“ he murmurs, his deep voice soothing you. 

“M’kay-“ you’re far too tired to be bothered by the fullness of your cunt—you’ve grown accustomed to the feeling, so much so that it lulls you back to sleep. 

“Sooo good for me.” Choso chokes back a whimper, gently thrusting in and out of your warmth. It doesn’t take him long to paint your insides with his sticky cum—with the tension of the day, the simple wet, heat of your pussy is enough for him to drown in pleasure. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” he whispers fondly as he pulls out, covering your relaxed body with kisses while he waits for his release to leak out of you. 

Choso makes sure to snap a picture of that precious creampie before cleaning you up and snuggling next to his beloved girlfriend. 

He’ll probably fuck you in the morning too.

TOJI FUSHIGURO ~ ANAL

“How does that feel, doll?” Toji grunts, your little pucker is squeezing him unbelievably tight—your body weight resting on his chest and legs pulled up, up, up in a full nelson-

After about a week of working you up with his fingers, Toji came to the conclusion that you were ready for his dick. Although, given how big he is, your smallest hole still wasn't fully prepared for the intense stretch. 

“Feels weird-“ you’ve never felt so full yet so empty in your life—the sensation is similar…but like it’s happening next door, making your cunt clench around nothing. You let out a choked gasp when he shifts just a little bit- “Fuck- ngh- too deep-“ 

“Gotta let loose, doll-“ he snakes a large hand down your front, nibbling and licking your ear before making contact with your glistening pussy. “Can’t- mfm- tense like that.” he rubs your clit in slow circles, occasionally dipping down to your hole and collecting more slick. 

“Haaa-“ you let out a breathy moan, trying your best not to close your legs around the stimulation—not that you really could, given that they’re being forced open by Toji’s arms. “Feels good-“ 

“Yeahh it does, doll-“ Toji thrusts his hips justtt a tad, experimenting with your limits. You yelp, head falling limp on his shoulder—your back arches off of his abs, inadvertently taking his cock even further into your ass. “Told you it’d feel nice, heh-“

“Want more-“ you whine, the pressure feels amazing, the heavy weight of him seated deep inside of you makes you wish you had agreed to this sooner. 

“More?” Toji huffs a laugh. “You’re just perfect, aren’t ya?” the hand on your clit sneaks lower, two girthy fingers slide inside of your neglected cunt and curl- 

“Ohhh my god-“ Toji’s hips settle in a slow, shallow pace, keeping you nice and stuffed while he fingers you with fervor—audible squelches and loud cries fill your once quiet bedroom. 

“Yeahh- you like getting your pretty little holes stuffed, huh?” the heel of his palm grinds against your clit with every single prod of his fingers to that spongy spot inside your pussy—you swear you can feel his dick rubbing against his digits through the separating wall with every thrust- 

“Gonna cum!” you squeal, body thrashing in Toji’s hold as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt builds to a peak- 

“Good fuckin’ girl-“ 

Toji had never expected his girlfriend—the one who wouldn’t even let him eat her ass a few weeks ago—would turn into such an anal slut. As of recently, that’s all you’ll ever ask him for: to be fucked in the ass while he plays with your pretty pussy. 

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it.

SUGURU GETO ~ SHIBARI

Suguru loves being in control—he adores seeing you on your knees, eyes wide, as you wait for him to give you a command. So safe to say you weren’t surprised when he started tying you up during sex. 

It started with just him holding your wrists, keeping you where he wanted you. Then he upgraded to handcuffs, some simple knots with silk, maybe a belt-

But nothing compares to how he has you right now. 

“Too tight, gorgeous?” he asks, tying the last of many delicately woven knots. You watch his veined hands tug at the rope intently, your slick dripping down the crevice of your ass no doubt. 

“A little.” you admit, unable to move your limbs—your legs are spread wide, knees forcibly bent from the rope that binds your calves to your thighs, heels flush to your ass. Your hands are tied to your sides, breasts framed tightly with the same rope that circles your spine and shoulders. 

It’s an art form, no denying that, but it is a little uncomfortable. You know it shouldn’t be, but Suguru enjoys leaving marks on you. 

“Good.” he purrs, walking around the bed until he’s standing next to your head. “Open up, baby.” he taps your cheek, thick cock hanging over your face with a fox-like grin plastered across his features. 

Suguru slides into your willing mouth with a groan, hungry eyes wandering over his handiwork. “You’re so beautiful like this-“ one of his hands buries in your hair while the other caresses your tied body. “Pliant and unable to squirm-“ he pinches your nipple, hard- 

“Mfmm!” you whine around his dick—Suguru is fucking your throat, holding your head still by your scalp. Electricity shoots straight down to your clit every time a groan slips past his lips, your cheeks are hollowed, desperate to please. 

“You’re so wet, gorgeous.” his hand snakes down to your cunt, collecting the obscene amount of slick and bringing it up to your clit. “I’d almost think you could- ngh- cum from me fucking your mouth alone.” Suguru laughs, grip in your hair tightening.

“Mhmm!” you try to nod but he keeps you still, hitting the back of your throat to make you gag—there’s a mix of your spit and Suguru’s pre dripping down your chin, but you can’t bring yourself to care when he finally starts rubbing your neglected clit. 

“Such a dirty girl-“ he pulls his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, using the concoction of fluids to gloss your lips. “You like being tied up, huh?” 

“Yes.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA ~ EXHIBITIONISM

The King of Curses is an avid enjoyer of your humiliation—he loves watching the embarrassed flush rise to his favorite whore’s face when he tells you to kneel in a room full of people. 

It started with you being forced to feed him fruit while he’s sat on his throne, then he made you do it naked, and now-

“Tsk- eyes on them, brat.” he tuts, one of many hands grabbing your face and forcing it forward. 

It was about that time of the year that Sukuna had people from each of the villages bring him offerings to save themselves from an inevitable slaughter—only today, he yearned to put on a show it seems. 

“Look at those scum while I take you-“ he pulls you back down on his cocks, forced so deep in your holes you swear you’ll burst. “Show them how generous I am.” an evil cackle radiates throughout the main room of the shrine, a wide crowd of eyes trained on the obscene display in front of them. 

If it weren’t for Sukuna’s prior threat of decapitation, you’re sure they all would’ve scrambled out the ornate doors over an hour ago. 

“So generous- nghh- Kuna!” your whines bounce off the walls, along with the squelching of your slick. Your legs are spread wide, draping across the armrests with your stuffed cunt and ass on full display for the unwilling audience. 

“Such a good cocksleeve aren’t you, my dear?” he croons into your ear from behind, huge arms maneuvering you up and down, down, down his monstrous dicks. It’s brutal—you’ve cum multiple times already, the evidence dripping down your ass and onto the ground beneath you. 

“Mhmm!” you nod profusely, another orgasm already worming its way into your belly. You unfortunately lock eyes with a frightened woman as your body starts to convulse—a torturous stream of squirt sprays with every pound- 

“That’s right, brat-“ Sukuna grunts, his grip on your face bruising. “Show them how good I make whores like you feel, heh-“ his many eyes roam the crowd, making sure they’re all still watching until-

Screaming.

Blood splatters across your face as someone close loses their head—an almost equally disgusting display as to what’s happening on the throne. 

“I warned them.”

Toji eats your pussy while he’s on the phone

cw: explicit smut, toji eats you out on the phone w/ shiu.

Toji’s got you spread out on the living room couch, one leg hooked over the backrest, the other pushed up and out by the iron grip of his forearm. Your shorts and panties are long gone—crumpled somewhere on the floor—and his broad shoulders keep you pinned open.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table. He didn’t even pause—just reached over with one lazy hand, thumbed it to speaker, and answered without lifting his head. “Yeah?” Voice rough, muffled against your pussy.

Shiu’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Yo, you busy? Got a job lead, need to talk details. You free to call?”

Toji dragged his tongue up slow circling your clit with the tip before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make your back arch off the couch. You slapped a hand over your own mouth to muffle the whimper.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with you, breath hot against your throbbing cunt. “Yeah,” he drawled casually, “I’m free. Just eatin’. What’s up?”

Shiu snorted on the other end. “Eatin’? This late? You order takeout or somethin’?” Toji’s tongue flicked out again lapping at your entrance before plunging inside, fucking you with slow, deep strokes. Your thighs trembled around his head, pussy soaking his face. “Somethin’ like that,” Toji muttered, voice thick, lips brushing your clit with every word. “Tastes perfect. Real fuckin’ good.”

You whined and despite your best efforts the sound carried. Shiu paused. “…You good, man? Sounds like you’re multitasking.”

Toji laughed as he sucked your clit again, hard, popping off with a wet sound that was obscene even over the phone. “Yeah,” he rasped, dragging his tongue flat up your slit one more time, slow enough to make your eyes roll back. “Just… enjoying my meal. Keep talkin’.”

You were careful when you first started dating Toji. You always wore your best underwear around him, always made sure you saw him on hair wash day 1 or 2, at most. You avoided staying overnight around his apartment when you were on your period and sprayed at least half of bottle of perfume on your clothes before you met with him.

However, it seemed that Toji could not care less. You’d excuse yourself to the bathroom with a pair of synchronised footsteps behind you. Without a knock, he’d open the bathroom door and stand in there while you were peeing. He’d unashamedly stare too, as if you were eating food and not taking a piss.

Or you’d drop something off at his apartment after an intense gym session, gym-wear sticking to your skin and cheeks still red. But then, he’d drag you in, push you down onto his bed and push his face in between your thighs. You’d squeal, try and kick at him to move because you knew you hadn’t had a shower yet.

“Come on, doll. Let me love my girlfriend.” Then he’d press his nose into your crotch and deeply inhale.

“Toji!” You scream. “You are such a freak!”

“Ouch, ma. That hurts.”

“Well it’s true.”

You let him eat you out anyway. You can’t say no to those devilish eyes and handsome smirk.

Sadly, you can’t say no to anything that Toji wants. You let him steal your dirty underwear, you let him sit in the bathroom with you whilst your bent over on the toilet seat with period cramps.

And he loves it.

He fights back a grin whenever you let him join you in the shower (after insistent begging), knowing you’ll let him wash your hair even if it’s greasy (because he begs you even more).

He gets a boner whenever you stretch your feet over his lap and silently command him to give you a foot massage, or when you let him eat you out on your period.