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Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your undershirt down and fondles with your tits while you’re sleeping, even sucking and nibbling on them until you’re awake and confused as to why it felt like you were being touched by an incubus.

Creepy x perverted friend that “playfully” humps you when you’re bent down searching for things because it’s “boy humor” and it’s something most friendships like yours do.

Creepy x perverted friend that hears you moan in your sleep and places his index and middle finger in your mouth to suck on then proceeds to dry hump you softly until his underwear is sticky with cum.

Creepy x perverted friend that comes over everyday when he’s off from work to make sure he can watch you fight sleep cause your suspicions has been up around him and concerns about him sniffing your panties when you’re in the shower.

Creepy x perverted friend that finds your sex toy box and licks and sucks on all your toys just to taste any juices left behind (there was none).

Creepy x perverted friend that watches porn that features girls that look like you infront of you so you can call him nasty and laugh (he gets off to it).

Creepy x perverted friend that will place his head directly on your ass and complain into your pussy about a dumb game he’s struggling with, knowing it sends vibrations and you’re struggling to respond, he grins at the thought of your contorted face.

Creepy x perverted friend that slaps your ass just to watch it jiggle and you don’t think much of it anymore since it’s his usual behavior.

Creepy x perverted friend that stands behind you and grips your neck to look up at him just so he can tell you how good you smell while pressing against you.

Creepy x perverted friend that will constantly make you late to any dates you have by calling all your outfits trash but the truth is he just doesn’t want anyone to see you like he does.

Creepy x perverted friend that always insists on doing a smell check when picking you up from work on your break before you guys enter the store but only smelling your chest area and stuffing his face in your ass.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you for ice cream so he can watch something white and sticky fill your mouth (he wants it to be his cum so bad).

Creepy x perverted friend that sniffs your shoes when you take them off after a long day.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes your phone away from you when you’re watching something slightly inappropriate and shames you for not being a good girl (he snooped around in your notes app and found out that turns you on).

Creepy x perverted friend that asks what you’re doing and you quickly tell him you’re reading but he doesn’t believe you cause of the way your thighs keep pressing together and he peeps a wet patch began to develop.

Creepy x perverted friend that asked you to pee on him as a joke when you had to use the bathroom rly bad. (Wasn’t rly a joke :/)

Creepy x perverted friend that pressed on your bladder when you’re in the back of an Uber because he somehow figured out that was a kink of yours and grabs your face to tell you shut up before you guys get kicked out. (He laughed and proceeded to pull on your nips)

Creepy x perverted friend that gets mad at you because you’re slightly drunk and dancing on random guys at the club, he doesn’t wait until he’s by your apartments to give you an example of how the random men were feeling up on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that seen you get sad after his actions and kisses your pussy because he gripped it too harsh.

Creepy x perverted friend that moans into your pussy telling you how sorry he was and slides his wet tongue under your thong for a quick taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at your muffled words because his mouth feels so good talking into your pussy that you can’t concentrate on what you was sad about.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you home and stays over to deal with your drunk shenanigans (you dance on him and lightly strip).

Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your hair and dry humps you because you kept bouncing on his lap asking him if he’d sleep in your bed with you.

Creepy x pervert friend that lifts your dress up and spanks your ass because he’s mesmerized by its jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts you to bed but not leaving without kissing both your nipples and pussy goodnight because you kept pulling him and telling him how horny you was.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks across the hallway to his apartment for a change of clothes and comes back to yours to sleep because he’s gonna creep on you but also take care of you in the morning.

Creepy x perverted friend that helps you regain your memories the next morning and laughs at your humiliated face in satisfaction.

Creepy x perverted friend that reminds you how horny you was, that he had to kiss your nipples and pussy in order for you to actually sleep.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you press your leg together at the thought of him kissing your pussy and nipples.

Creepy x perverted friend that tried to embarrass you but you ended up embarrassing him by reminding him of all the times he’s humped on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t care and walks across to the hall to his apartment to relax for the rest of the day.

Creepy x perverted friend that unlocks the door instead of ringing the bell like he normally does before entering notice the compromising yoga position you’re in.

Creepy x perverted friend that pushes his foot onto your pussy to hear you moan and tell him to stop it.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits next to you while you’re doing yoga to watch you sweat and watch your boobs jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you roll your eyes at him because he took your yoga off to watch something on Netflix.

Creepy x perverted friend that trails behind you as you’re heading to the shower to “playfully” watch you strip but begins to get a hard on.

Creepy x perverted friend that knows he removed your soap from the shower so you’d have no choice but to call him and ask him to bring you some.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks in the bathroom and peeks his head into the shower to pass you the soap and look at anything he can get a peek at.

Creepy x perverted friend that tells you that you have a nice ass and slaps it before leaving the bathroom.

Creepy x perverted friend that forgot to tell you he was having some friends over, so when you were done putting your nighttime clothes on he dragged you across the hall to his place.

Creepy x perverted friend who has more friends like him. Hot, Tall, creepy and perverted because they immediately stare at your ass as you’re brought in.

Creepy x perverted friend that gets aggravated with you because you keep complaining at how his friends look at you.

Creepy x perverted friend that excuses you both and carries you to his room to bend you over on his bed and arches your back perfectly so he can talk to your pussy cause it seems to be the place you only listen from.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s upset because you keep moaning.

Creepy x perverted friend that actually pulls your shorts down and smacks your pussy, surprised to see how wet it was.

Creepy x perverted friend that blows his breath on your pussy to watch it quiver and drip more.

Creepy x perverts friend that turns you over into missionary so you can watch him talk to your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that spanks your clit because you kept moving your pussy upward so he can rub his lips against her.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts a pillow under your hip to position you correctly.

Creepy x perverted friend that harshly licks your pussy to watch her gush out juices.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs when you beg him to put his mouth on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that does exactly that and tells you to shut up because he doesn’t want his friends to hear.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s so happy to eat your pussy that he doesn’t realize you’ve came 3 times already and you’re begging him to get off not keep going.

Creepy x perverted friend that watches you cry due to overstimulation but still proceed to spread your pussy lips and tongue fuck you.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s sad because he neglected your boobs and goes to suck on them while fingering your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you while still fingering you and rubbing your clit, moaning into your mouth how you’ve been such a good girl ( you came again)

Creepy x perverted friend that sucks your cream off his finger and goes back down to lick the mess you’ve made.

Creepy x perverted friend that said he wasn’t aggravated because of you accusing his friends and that he already knew how they were.

Creepy x perverted friend that promises he’s gonna fuck you until you’re stupid and carries you back out the room while kissing you.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at his friends faces and continues to watch the game while you’re still panting next to him.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s done with the game and his friends went home besides one.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes you stay over because your legs “are in no condition to walk”.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits you on the edge of his friend lap to mess with him and see how he’d react.

Creepy x perverted friend that removes you then takes your shorts off and places you sitting backwards on his counter chairs.

Creepy x perverted friend that bought a fox buttplug after seeing a heart one in your sextoy box.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits on it and puts it in.

Creepy x perverted friend that has his friend come over to stand in front of you to watch your face twist with pleasure while he plays with your back hole.

Creepy x perverted friend that randomly pulls on the tail while you suck on his friends fingers in pleasure.

Creepy x perverted friend that shoves his fingers into your pussy because you seem to enjoy his friend a little too much.

Creepy x perverted friend that drops to his knees and eats your ass knowing you prepped it for tonight because he seen your plug under your cover.

Creepy x perverted friend that fingers your pussy and has his friend hold your hand when you try to grab his because his fingers are stretching you to new lengths.

Creepy x perverted friend that loves the way your asshole puckers that he keeps kissing it until it makes “smooching” sound.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend taste your ass and threatens you if you place your hands back to move him away he’ll punish you.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits in your mouth and makes you swallow it.

Creepy x perverted friend that hold your ass open wider for his friend to get a better taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that mocks you as you cry from the pleasure, telling you how you’re so good for him and his friend and then laughing at your squeals as his friend puts the cold buttplug back in.

Creepy x perverted friend that flips you around and places you on the cold countertop so him and his friend could admire your pussy as it clenched on nothing.

Creepy x perverted friend that has no shame and pulls his dick out to fuck you senseless in front of his friend.

Creepy x perverted friend that plunged his dick in your pussy causing you to whine out from the painful yet delicious stretch.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend take your boobs out and suck on them until you’re squirting from the penetration and pleasure received.

Creepy x perverted friend that almost shed tears of joy after watching your pussy cream on him and hug his dick so tight.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t stop fucking you, even after he came, because he’s scared this moment will end.

Creepy x perverted friend that tilts your hips upward because none of his cum should be leaking out and going to waste.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes the buttplug out to kiss your hole before making you clean his dick.

Creepy x perverted friend that drags you along to drop his friend off cause he’s not done with you.

Creepy x perverted friend that reclines his seat after his friend is safely in his home and fucks up into you in the parking lot.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you because he doesn’t want you to see his face when he cums into you and fucks it nicely in your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes you to get food and asks you to be his gf at the end of the night, in which you said yes.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that still does all his creepy stuff, just without being punished or shamed.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that fucks you everynight, eventually getting you pregnant.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that takes care of you your whole pregnancy and you both get a happy ending.

-Kirishima, Denki, Naruto(lowkey), Bokuto, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Tendō, Atsumu, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Connie, Reiner and any of your favs not mentioned :)

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Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as it’s challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough – not to mention trying to commit to clubs – making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.

With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. You’re utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion you’ve grown to accept and find comfort in — no need to change it if it’s been doing you well this far.

That is until you meet them — Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko. 

Gojo is the star player of the school’s basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the “disgustingly tactless, cutesy prince” of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, he’s a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, he’s a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.

In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, he’s someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.

Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites – two best friends – who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact: the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!

How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.

Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, who’d pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldn’t push them away — how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.

And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the former’s skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. “Yo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and I’d be damned if you’d be third-wheeling.”

“That’s not happening, Satoru,” Geto’s hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. “Y/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.”

Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as you’re stuck in the middle of them. It’s bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; it’s another thing when you’re being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??

But it wasn’t all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties he’s been invited to and to his crowded games (where he’s always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where you’re courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.

The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.

However, their infatuation was something you’d find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very minds…and bodies.

“…Mhahhh, Go—Mmmph! Gojooo…we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Aww, c’mon, Y/n, you know I don’t like it when you call me by last name. It’s just the two of us here…Fuck, keep licking it like that…”

Sneaking into the basketball team’s locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, that’s a can of worms you never thought you’d open in your entire life. 

Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. “Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum again…” You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men. 

This was his idea – bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the men’s locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. “Sorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,” he’d say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.

So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. “—Ahh, fuck…God, you’ve gotten so good at that, cutie. Can’t get enough of you...”

His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.

However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojo’s cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he can’t hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.

“Relax, no one’s coming here,” Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. “Let’s make this one quick, okay?”

You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you can’t tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. He’s making you focus on nothing but him — a selfish objection from a selfish man as he’s using you to relieve himself in the men’s locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldn’t stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing! 

“Hhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,”  he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. “Shiiit, baby, I’m gonna cum…Take it all in…!”

You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, that’s when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste. 

But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, “N–No, Gojo! You have to get back to practice—“

“Shhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,” he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! “I’ll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you don’t stop using my last name when it’s just the two of us here.” The playful grin on his lips doesn’t make that threat any better. “One more time, please?”

With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. “Only one more…okay, Satoru?”

He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. “Yes, pretty girl~.”

And it doesn’t stop there — because Geto is no better. 

“Aww, you two are so cute together~”

You squirm on the booth seat you’re sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends — a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing you’re not one for being around people you’re not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Geto’s frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.

Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Aren’t we? But they’re the cutest thing to me.” He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; it’s an action that has your face grow in warmth — and the couple “awwing” at his affection.

The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. “I never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you don’t seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.”

“Mmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,” you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy he’s talking with. “And, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just can’t imagine them being out of my line of sight.”

The guy across laughs. “Sounds kinda obsessive!”

Geto shrugs with a chortle. “I guess it’s like that, I don’t know. I’m just really crazy about them; they’re my sweetheart after all.”

“That’s so sweet!” The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, “So, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?”

The question has you stumped for a bit as you weren’t ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Geto’s hand rub on your thigh. “U-Umm, me—ahem—Geto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to him—Mmmm!” You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.

The girl asks more questions. “Oh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?” 

“Well, not really…She and Geto—Ohh!” You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Geto’s forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. “I–I mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda got…Nnmm,” you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. “She was the one who introduced me to him…”

“Is that so? Hehe, it’s amazing how the world works, huh?” You listen, but your mind is too focused on Geto’s digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. “Here are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. It’s crazy imagining you two would’ve never met hadn’t that happened.”

Geto hums at that comment, “I agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. “Mhmm, yes, I’m so grateful that Suguru is in my life…He’s been such a help to me,” his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. “Hahhh, he’s so good to me, and I love him just as mu—Mmmph!!”

“Hmm? Are you okay, Y/n?” How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriend’s thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe?  You’d rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Geto’s shoulder. 

Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. “I think they’re a little parched, must’ve been this lemonade I got for them. I’ll go get them some water—“

“Oh, no, no! I’ll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.” The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriend’s hand to follow suit. “C’mon, let’s leave these lovebirds for a bit. We’ll be right back!”

And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. “Mmmph, Suguru, please, take it out before—Ahhh…! They come back…”

Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, “Just checking to see what I’ll be having later.”

It doesn’t matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get. 

It doesn’t matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating! 

When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, there’s private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight. 

Again, sometimes it’s overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And it’s not like you haven’t tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, it’s driving you crazy just how much they can’t keep their hands off you! 

Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence. 

“Hahhh, damn, Y/n…you’re sucking me off so good,” Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. “So good for me, huh, sweetie?” 

The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Geto’s girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. It’s his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.

You whine of his member, Gojo’s tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Geto’s glans, and then he’ll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. It’s such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojo’s hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him. 

“—Khhhh, Jesus Christ…Hohhh, right there, sweetie…” The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. “Heh, you doing good down there, Satoru?”

The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. “Hahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,” his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Geto’s girth. “Aww, look at you trying to move from me,” Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. “Don’t go anywhere, princess; I’m not finished until you cum on my face again.”

“Ohhh, shit, keep doing what you’re doing, Satoru,” Geto subtly bucks his hips, “I love the way they’re whining on my dick…”

With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. It’s to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Geto’s length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss. 

And if you think you couldn’t get swamped enough, think again. 

“—Nnngh, fuck, Y/n, you’re gripping on my dick like crazy…Hehe, is it because you can’t look me in the face? Damn, you’re such a cutie…”

Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojo’s neck as you’re straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris. 

“Hahhh, ahhnn—Ohhhh!” Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of what’s happening. And it’s not like you can’t stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft — you’ve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojo’s hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So it’s expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. “Ahhaaa! Sa’toruuu, stooohhp—hic…! I’m ‘oo sens' tiveee!!” 

“You say that, but—hnnn! You’re rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.” He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. “Holy shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.” 

“Don’t even think about it, Satoru,” you hear Geto’s voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. “If I can’t go condom-less, you’re not getting any special treatment out of it either.”

“Psssh, yeah, yeah,” Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. “Come on, angel, let’s get you prepped up.” The white-haired boy’s hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint.  

Geto grins salaciously. “My, what a dirty sight for me, my love.” You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. “Relax, pretty girl,” he kisses your temple. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”

You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb he’ll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. “Stay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for you…”

Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how you’ve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Geto’s pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips. 

“Heh, there you are,” Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. “What a pretty face when you’re going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.”

You couldn’t even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesn’t help that your holes don’t stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again. 

“Holy fuck,”Geto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. “You’re so tight, Y/n…like you’re gonna milk me dry.”

Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojo’s neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, “Hey, baby,” he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. “God, you sound so fucking cute, angel…” 

“—Ahhahh…! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow d—Owwhhnn!!” You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you can’t reach, and Geto’s girth having your backside completely stretched for him. It’s all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. “…Nhooo, God, I’m gonna—“

“Gonna cum, cutie?” You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. “Let’s cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girl…” And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him. 

“—Hnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, don’t clamp onto me so sudden—Ohh, shit, shit, shiiit,” Black hair strands fall from Geto’s shoulders as he falters at your grip. “Gonna cum, too….Gahhh—“

Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojo’s lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm. 

After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. “Phew, that felt way too good.”

“For real, can’t get enough of this.” Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. “Ready for another round, baby? C’mon, let’s switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.” His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. “Oh, you disgusting son of a bitch…”

“Shut up and switch, or else I’ll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.”

Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you can’t even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.

Yet, at the same time, you don’t hate it — far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as they’re probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower. 

The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times you’ve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same. 

“Hey, Y/n.”

Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Geto’s voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Suguru!? I–I thought you were sleep—“

“I was until you left my arms,” he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. “Besides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?”

“Oh, Y/n~,” another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. “Don’t tell me you decided to shower without m—…Oh, you’re here, too.”

“Obviously,” Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. “I live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.”

Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. “Well, don’t you think it’s rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?”

“I could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?”

“Duh! I’m here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?”

“Are you? Don’t you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?”

“Oh, eat horse shit.”

“Croak and die.”

You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you don’t hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.

…But would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?

Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these two…

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

“papa wird bald zu hause sein, kleine liebe,” you reassure your daughter of her father’s return home soon as she began to grow cranky, a daily sign of her missing him. you had just finished breastfeeding her, and that was evident in the way the majority of your tits stuck out like a sore thumb from one of your man’s thin wife beater shirts. hey, you were home alone with nothing but pretty trees and bush surrounding you.

könig couldn’t help but smile at the back of your head as you hummed her a little song as you stirred your pot of food. the way your braids were tied down in a bright pink bonnet, the way the fat of your grown woman body hung out of your booty shorts that did nothing to hide the swallow of your ass, and how your white painted toes filled themselves in your fur slippers. the primal hormones in him filled with testosterone practically rushed to the blood of his dick as he watched you dance around the kitchen with your pretty baby.

this how you got pregnant in the first place.

every day he was grateful he decided to snatch you up and take you back to his home country with him. the way you adapted to his culture the way he did yours—you made sure to teach your baby her two native languages, english and german.

no one knew where you were, and könig liked it that way. you three could play house in peace for the next few months, at least until his next deployment. it was the safest option for you. to take you both out the states where his personal life could possibly be exploited.

no one knew where in austria exactly könig was from, making it harder for anyone to possibly track down his pretty little family. you were able to work in peace without having to worry about someone finding about your husband’s real job and eventually figuring out where your daughter went to daycare. it was peaceful for you in austria. as far as the neighbors knew, your husband was in the military occasionally on long deployment missions.

not exactly a lie.

he was never 100% at ease leaving his two girls anywhere, but he knew that if you were at least living in a place that he knew like the back of his fucking hand, his anxiety would calm down just a bit while on missions.

you fall completely deaf to the sound around you as your daughter babbles in your ear while you cooked. the delicious aroma of your wonderful food fills your husband’s nostrils as he finally decides its time for him to finally come out the shadows.

your baby continued to babble things in german-english as you began to plate food only for yourself like you’d done for the past six months, completely unbeknownst to the masculine presence behind you.

“my pretty wife always manages to make such delicious meals,” the hoarse voice manages to startle you to the point where you drop your pot spoon on the floor. “been starved for a plate, lover.”

your daughter turns her head before you do, and immediately fights to be put down from your arms. at the sight of her father, she gives a bright two-toothed grin and opens her arms. “daddy daddy!”

könig wastes no time in ripping off his mask and plastering a big kiss on his baby’s cheeks. “meine hübsche prinzessin,” he greets, engulfing “been a good girl for mommy, yeah?” the ice blue eyes question as they falter over to you. you’re still standing in shock that könig chuckles at the innocence on your face. the same one he’s been in love with for years now.

he didn’t blame you though, you didn’t expect him back for at least another two months.

könig wastes no time in walking over to you, and of course the first place his hands touch are your wide hips. his pink lips smash onto your brown ones and he wastes no time in engulfing all of you into him.

he doesn’t miss the way that small tears fill his shirt. he knows you’ve been alone in a secluded area, in an almost foreign place where you hardly knew anyone. he knew how lonely you must of felt having to do all this by yourself. he was here for you now.

“hey baby, i made this for you,” you smiled up at him brightly, your braces matching the color of your hot pink hair. you handed him a container of food that you proudly made the night before; what you’d usually eat for your lunch period and remembered that you’d promised your boyfriend a plate of.

eren and connie watch in complete shock as armin mutters something to you with a smile and peck your lips with a bright blush on his face.

i appreciate you so much, is what he told you.

“dude—“ connie grabbed armin back by his collar the moment you kissed his cheek and walked away. “what the fuck what that?”

armin doesn’t wait till lunch to start smacking down on your delicious food. “my fucking girlfriend made me lunch?” armin spoke with a mouthful of oxtail and rice in confusion.

“no shit—how is she your girlfriend?” eren asked, causing the blonde to roll his eyes. “no seriously. how the fuck did you get hot ass y/n to date you?”

good dick, armin wanted to say badly.

but instead he shrugged and took another mouthful of food. “being funny goes a long way.”

but that was three years ago, and now you both were seniors in college; still in love. over time your style started to dye down and you hadn’t realized that you were actually subconsciously matching your style with armin’s until you noticed that you hadn’t had colorful hair or worn excessive jewelry in months. your hair was natural, simple colors, having being ginger for the past year or so.

you still had your nails done sparkly and your lashes cute as ever, but you actually dressed a lot like him. your love for miniskirts gave out a few months ago, but you still enjoyed your platform boots. instead, you were wearing more button downs over your skirts if you did wear them, and blazer jackets with stockings and some small platform shoes. you dressed like a cute schoolgirl now.

armin actually hadn’t noticed the similarities in your style either until you asked him where your favorite shirt of his was so you could wear it to school. of course with high pink cheeks, the boy dug into his dresser and pulled out your favorite shirt that you loved to see on him. armin loved how you were your own entity of femininity. you were never afraid to wear gallons of perfume or fix your makeup in the middle of class—even if it wasn’t the time. you were different from the other girls at school. he loved you for it.

the truth was; armin made you feel safe. you were defensive as hell when he became your chemistry tutor, not because you were rude but because you were socially awkward when it came to new people getting to know you. but once you actually got to know armin outside of school, you actually preferred his quiet aura much more than the messy ones beside you. the football team, the cheerleaders; they all gave you migraines.

“you know what white boy, you ain’t so bad after all,” you grinned at armin when you finally started to get a set of practice questions right. “i like you.”

little did you know that, that like would turn into love and adore barely a year later. armin allowed you to be vulnerable in his grasp. a lot of people tried to look into your relationship from the outside and had no idea why you were going out with such a nerd, but he really balanced your personality all the way out.

he was the sensible one between you both. you wanted to impulse shop with whatever money you made from your job and armin compromised with you that he’ll buy whatever you wanted with his own money as long as you saved yours to buy the more important things you actually needed like the car you desperately needed to get to classes.

you wanted to fight someone for disrespecting you? usually armin was there to hold your earrings and make sure your necklaces dont snap, but he also tried to calm you down and deescalate the situation most of the time. although your anger wasn’t directly toward him, with a glare, you’d leave whatever environment you were in and hold his hand tight in attempt to not run back and run up on the bitch that tried you.

his quietness matched your expressiveness. you weren’t even ‘loud’. but if you were passionate about something, you were going to make sure them people heard you. and armin always heard you. he always listened. whether it was about breaking a nail in gym or simply feeling like you weren’t smart enough for whatever STEM class you took that semester—your man always made you feel like you were in a safe space. you were able to be yourseld aeohnd him.

and boy—when he saw you without any braids or a wig on—it’s safe to say that you two solidified your future marriage.

armin was perfect for you and you could care less about who had what to say. at the end of the day—the pipe was good as fuck.

people overlook armin because he’s a nerd and keeps to himself, but he’s super tall and skinny compared to you so just know that third leg is fucking insane!!

like truly. you weren’t even sure how you survived the first time having sex with him. you expected armin to be a little unexperienced, but that boy knew what the hell to do okay !! he knew just how to touch your body and where. he knew your stressors, your pleasure spots, and even areas that you didnt even know you could feel good in.

your sex life was perfect.

but there were times where you’d finish your homework ahead of time (really not at all) and armin would always do his work with you perched up in his lap. usually you’d listen to music and fall asleep against his chest as he worked out his study problems, but today was different. you were needy.

“baby,” you whined from armin’s lap. he mindlessly ignored you as he stared down at his homework on the table. his large hand rested comfortably underneath your shirt, holding onto your breast for comfort like he usually did unconsciously. “‘min,”

“hmm?” armin looks up at you with the pair of innocent eyes that you always managed to fall in love with.

“take a break,” you tried to encourage. “i’m bored and you’re not helping.”

letting out a breathless laugh, armin began rubbing his pale hand against the deep brown of your skin as he spoke. “yeah? where’s your homework, dove?”

you rolled your eyes. you didn’t want to think about homework right now; you wanted your boyfriend to stuff you to the brim and fill you like he had no more left to give.

you ignore armin’s question and get straight to the point. “fuck me,” you whisper with a pout, pulling his head into your chest. “please baby.”

“one more question?” armin teased. he knew how bad you needed him, but he just liked watching you beg. he enjoyed the fact that there were equal dynamics in your relationship. he let you do whatever you wanted outside the bedroom but in??? oh you were all his. you did whatever the hell that boy told you as soon as he got you into a bed. or a bathroom stall. or a corner. or an empty classroom…

with a huff, you role your eyes and nod your head, completely missing the smirk that fell onto armin’s face when he began to feel your thin clothed core rub against his crotch. you were now almost doing a full split against his lap, the only thing separating you two was the thick fabric of his cargo jeans and the thin fabric of your panties that you liked to wear.

as a small sign to tell you to stop, armin slipped his large hand (he actually has very big hands. idc!) under your skirt and rubbed small circles against your soaking cunt, warning you to behave seeing that there were two people studying in front of you. to them, it just looked like you were big on PDA, listening to music on your boyfriend’s lap while he did his work.

but what they didn’t know what that under the table, armin was discreetly helping you lift up to sit on his now free cock. with a small gasp, you screw your mouth shut when you notice a pair of eyes glance at you. you pick up a random book from armin’s pile and pretend to read it, when really you stuffed your face in the pages just to hide your twisted expressions.

armin continued to rub your clit through your pushed panties as you rocked your hips against him in a circular motion. it was a good thing you two were in the back of the library, in order for the two people to see you bouncing up on your man’s dick, they’d have to squint pretty hard.

“ohhh,” you moaned, clenching around armin. this causes him to grip onto your waist tightly. he’s posed that he hated it, but you knew deep down he loved it when your cunt gripped him like a vice. he always busted like two minutes after you did.

if there was one thing about armin; it was he was damn good at vouyerism. no one expected the nerd to be fucking anyone in such public places, so he got away with a lot of shit. no one ever thought twice about him fucking a girl—and the school’s hottest one at that.

“just like that min,” you barely whisper, almost bending over the table for a new angle. at this position, armin got a clear view of your ass as your skirt began to fall against your back. he rubbed his hands against the plum of your skin as he played with your dripping pussy.

the both of you freeze when the pair prepares to pack their stuff and head out the library, completing their studying. they take about a minute or so, and while the whole time you’re trying to hold your breath from letting a moan out, armin is still discreetly thrusting into you with very slow but very deep strokes. there was a point you felt him hit your cervix once.

once the pair was gone and you knew the library room was completely empty, you let out the loudest moan into the arm of your sweater. “armin,” you cried as he sped up.

“you liked that, baby?” armin teased, fully bouncing you on his cock now. “you liked almost getting caught.”

he was so right, but you weren’t gonna tell him that.

“oh, i’m gonna cum,” you whine , throwing your head back. to aid your orgasm in arrive faster, armin pulls your back flush against his chest and rubs your cunt faster.

“‘m almost there,” he whispered. your legs fully gave out minutes ago, so now armin was doing all the work. he never minded though. he liked using you like a puppet sometimes. you close your eyes and clench tightly around him as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“‘min ‘min, ‘min!” you scream into your hands, finally feeling yourself soak his green cargos. armin’s orgasm immediately followed right after, filling you with so much of his cum that a lot of it leaked out while he was still in you.

letting out a hum of satisfaction, you crane your neck so that you were looking up at armin. blond locks sticking to his sweaty skin, he smiles down st you once he sees your fucked out face. with a smooth kiss, you proudly swallow armin’s lips in your own, sensually making out with him.

“fuck, fuck,” armin groaned against your lips. you were sure you wanted to go another round after hearing him. “‘m gonna pull out, ‘k?”

you lick your lips and nod your head, eyes still closed. with one grunt and a loud ‘pop’ from your pussy, you gasp at the sudden empty feeling between your legs. armin leans over to grab a roll of paper towels the library kept at every table and quickly cleaned you up.

with a peck to your forehead, he smiles at you. “i’ll give you more later.” you grin brightly and kiss him. you loved him so much.

“ Hurry up, it’s hot as fuck out here. “ he complained.

“ Nobody told you to get out the car grumpy. “

“ You said you’d be quick.. “ he mumbled into the receiver.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your AirPod in your ear, shuffling your purse higher on our shoulder.

You opened the cold freezer door inside the bar, “ What you wanna drink? “

“ .. I said a Orange Fanta. “ he grumbled, crossing his arms as he leaned against his car door. Watching people walk by like a guard dog.

“ You and that attitude gon’ get ya ass beat. “

He chuffed, “ Oh really ? “

You grabbed his and your drinks, “ Yes, really. “

“ Just hurry your ass up, I don’t got all day. “

You grabbed a few bags of chips and jogged over to the counter.

“ Hey how you doin today? “ the cashier greeted.

“ Fine, yourself? “

“ Good now that you’re here. “

You smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to their obvious flirt.

“ It’s hot as hell outside huh? “

“ Yeah I’ve been sweating nonstop. “ You said fanning yourself.

“ Who’re you talkin to? “ Bakugou asked into the phone.

“ Really? You look fine to me. “ the cashier said, looking you up and down while ringing up the sodas.

Their stare made you itch, your orange sundress starting to feel tighter around your waist.

“ I’ll.. take that as a compliment. “ You said, reaching into your purse to grab your card.

“ Alright I’m coming in. “ Bakugou growled, pushing off his car to walk into the store.

“ No, stay outside, I’m coming now! “ You grabbed your card back from the cashier, snatching your plastic bags to hurry out the store.

Just out the doorway was your boyfriend, angry expression glued to his face.

“ See? I didn’t even take that long- “

“ Who were you talkin to? “ He huffed, taking his hands out his pockets to grab the bags from your hands.

“ It was just the cashier Katsuki. “ You said, rolling your eyes.

You walked past him, “ Wish you wouldn’t talk to pricks like that. “

“ Is it a crime to be friendly? “ You said, waiting for him to unlock the door to his car.

“ When the person you’re talkin to is hittin on you ? Hell yes. “ He said unlocking the door for you.

You rolled your eyes, wondering why you even asked.

As soon as you plopped down into his car, the ac hit you head first.

You sighed contentedly, reclining the chair back as Bakugou hopped in, tossing the bags in the backseat.

“ Hm. “ He grunted, handing you your sprite.

You cracked it open, tossing your feet up onto the dashboard, drinking leisurely, ignoring Katsuki’s eyes on you.

“ 怠惰なお尻。/ Lazy Ass. “

“ You made me this way. “ You responded, burping loudly.

He burped back in response, “ You’re pickin up on my japanese? “

“ You say stuff so often I start to remember what it means~. “ You hummed. “ You speak japanese a lot when we’re- “

“ Ok get your nasty ass feet off my dashboard, “ he chuckled, pushing your legs down. “ Don’t we gotta go to the mall? “

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Once you both arrived at the mall, you were surprised with how packed it was.

“ I thought we got here early! What’re all these people doin here? “

“ Baby it’s the middle of the summer. You know it’s gonna be packed. “ Katsuki responded, grabbing your hand. Intertwining his and your fingers.

You thought it was sweet how much he craved physical touch. Whether a little or a lot.

“ Aww, don’t wanna lose me in the mall babe? “ You teased, poking your lip out at him, lightly swinging yours and his hands.

He stopped swinging, glaring down at you, “ No, I don’t. You gotta habit of running off like a kid in a candy store. “

You shrugged, “ Guilty as charged. “

You both were in the mall to find some clothes for your trip.

You were going to Japan, Katsuki’s home country.

The trip was originally planned to visit his parents since they moved back, but you both agreed staying with them the whole time would be.. a bit much considering how his mother can be.

“ Don’t pick any skimpy shit. I don’t need my friends ogling my fiancé. “

Oh, that’s right!

You were announcing your engagement to them too!

“ When do you ever say the word ‘ogle’? Sounds weird coming from you. “

He gave an unamused snort.

With your glittery engagement ring, you lifted your hand up to stare at in awe.

“ You couldn’t wait to put a ring on it huh? You’re obsessed. “

He scoffed, smirking. “ Get over yourself. “

You both walked in and out of stores. Every time you acquired an extra bag on your arm.

“ なんてこった。/ Oh My God. I’m gonna go broke b’cause of you woman. “ Katsuki shook his head, checking his account balance on his phone.

“ Stop whininggg, you spent the same amount on me as you did yourself. “ You said, sipping the last drops of your sprite.

Katsuki glanced at the 3 bags in his hand, and glanced back at the 7 in both of your hands. “ Yeah, because all my shit cost me over $300. “

“ I like nice things, you knew what you signed up for when you put this rock on my finger. “ You looked back at him, waving your ringed finger as you walked ahead. Making it a point to sway your hips a little.

He sighed heavily, eyes glued to your dipped hips and fat ass, almost forgetting why he was mad at you in the first place.

He unlocked the trunk, “ Just put your bags in. “

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You both spent the rest of the day ripping and running around the city, finishing errands, and spending more money.

Walking back to the car from the market, you looked at the food Katsuki bought.

“ Whatcha’ cookin this time? “

“ Just fried chicken. “

“ You got breasts for me? “

He rolled his eyes, “ I got breasts for both of us, spoiled ass. “

“ Oh ok, do you like breasts more than thighs? “

“ What? No! Everybody with a brain knows wings are better. “

“ So, do you like breasts or not ? “

“ *Sighh* Yes. I like breasts woman. … wait. Are we still talkin about chicken?- “

You burst into a fit of giggles, the grocery bags in your hands hitting your legs, making you wobble.

“ You’re so fuckin childish. “ Katsuki grumbled, frowning. The chuckle coming from his chest said otherwise.

You tossed the grocery bags in the backseat, and hopped up front.

Katsuki was starting the car up, when the song you were listening to starts playing through the speakers.

“ Why does my shit do that? Automatically connect to your phone? “

“ Maybe ‘cause I drive it so often.. “ You said, more-so to yourself.

“ What’d you say?- “

“ I loveeee this song, don’t you ? “ You cut him off, singing along to the song.

“ Love it when you call me ‘baby’, love it when you call me ‘baby’.. “

Katsuki watched you, as you sung and nodded your head to the music.

He found it ironic how the lyrics related with you, and your attitude.

“ Why’re you starin at me like that? “ You hummed, a light giggle in your throat.

Without a second thought, he reached his hand out to grab the side of your face, pulling you forward into a wet kiss.

You groaned petulantly, playfully slapping his chest, “ Don’t kiss me with your slobbery lips! “

He ignored you, pulling you back in for another kiss.

This time with a hand on the back of your head to keep you from running away.

Not that you really wanted to.

Once Katsuki’s tongue slid into your mouth, and intertwined with your own, your brain buzzed.

You both hummed in unison, the song long forgotten.

He reached his hands down to your waist, gently tugging you forward.

You broke away, “ We’re in a Walmart parking lot. “

He stared down at you with hooded eyes, “ Worse things happen in Walmart parking lots. “

He tugged you up and over the console, seating you down on his lap.

“ I’ve been wannin’ you all day.. “

“ I want you too.. but we shouldn’t. “ You whispered, grinding gently on his hardening cock.

“ But we want to. “ He leaned forward, connecting your lips again.

You moaned into each other’s mouths.

Katsuki maneuvered his hands up your dress, yours moving up his shirt.

You broke away for a second to pull each others clothes off, then reconnected.

Katsuki broke away, just to stare down at your exposed breasts pushed up on his naked chest.

“ Y’so warm baby. “ He looked over your shoulder, down at your ass swallowing your thong. “ An y’so sexy. “

He grabbed two handfuls of your ass, squeezing the flesh into his palms.

“ Breasts or thighs? “ You asked, kissing slowly down his neck.

“ Your askin me this now? “ He gave a swift pop to your left cheek.

You yelped, giggling, “ Yes, I am. “

He lifted your head up, “ Ass. “ A pop to your right cheek.

You wiggled on his lap, “ I knew it. “

You ground down on his lap, feeling his dick poke you through his shorts.

“ Y’Wanna get in the back seat? I’wanna watch that ass slap against my thighs. “ He groaned.

“ We can’t the bags are back there. “

“ Fine. Fuck it. We’ll do it like this. “ He lifted you up a little with one hand, as he worked to free himself from his shorts with the other.

“ You don’t wanna wait? “ You timidly asked, watching him stroke himself, pearls of precum forming at the tip.

“ Hah, nah I can’t wait. “ he pulled your thong to the side, your slick immediately dripping down onto his tip, inviting him in. “ You can’t either. “

He prodded lightly at your entrance, waiting for you to sink yourself down onto him.

As soon as the tip popped in, you both groaned like it was your first time all over again.

The song was at it’s end by this point. The last few notes ringing out through the car.

“ I love it when you call me, baaaby. “

You lifted yourself and dropped back down, starting a leisure pace to get adjusted.

“ Y’so big, ah~ it hurts a little. “

“ Yeah ‘cause we didn’t prep. You were so hungry for it I couldn’t deny you. “ Katsuki smiled cockily, his huffs fanning your flushed face.

“ Get over yourself. “ You huffed back, dipping your head into the crook of his neck, speeding up a little.

“ Ughh~, there you go baby, ride that dick. “ Katsuki’s moans into your ear were like jet fuel.

You ignored the slight burn in your thighs, moaning over the slaps of skin on skin, your playlist skipping to another song.

“ Fuck, fuck, ah~ I love you, mmhah~! “ You whimpered into his ear.

He slid his hands under your thighs, lifting and dropping you down on his cock like you were weightless. “ I love you too baby, I love you too. Fuck your squeezin down so hard. “

Katsuki continued to mutter dirty words in japanese into your ear, never faltering in his pace.

Your nipples and his bumped together a few times, making you both shiver into one another.

You felt the knot in the pit of your stomach began to pull, “ M’close ‘Kat, hah~! m’so close..! “ You squealed, legs growing tense from overuse.

Katsuki’s hands and thighs stung from how hard your ass hit them, but the throbbing in his cock distracted him from the pain. “ So am I. Hold it baby- agh~ together. We cum together. “

He lifted his hands up to your waist, letting a hand grope your breast before suckling it into his mouth.

You wailed pitifully, “ I’m cumming ‘Kat, I can’t hold it! “

He looked up at you with fox eyes, puffing air through his nose, and pulling you down onto him harder. “ Cum baby, cum sweetheart, M’ right behind you. “

You cried out, feeling your slick gush around Katsuki’s cock, still bouncing on him, helping him along.

And he followed right behind you with a loud grunt and bite on your nipple, making you squeal and squeeze around him.

“ A-ah~ stop, m’sensitive. “ He said, your tiddy still between his lips.

“ Then let go of my nipple! You gonna rip it off. “ You whined.

He licked it a few times, the sting abiding.

“ It’s like high school all over again. “ He mumbled absentmindedly. Laying his cheek on your breast, smoothing his hands over the prints he left on your behind.

“ Yeah, except this time we’re about to get married. “ You hummed, running your fingers through his unruly hair, your ring getting caught on a strand.

“ Can’t wait to marry my baby. “ He playfully kissed all over your chest, making you giggle and squeal, still trapped on his lap.

“ I really do love it when you call me baby. “

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choso is a very weak man whenever it comes to you. you remain mute, the slow fluttering of your lashes and the intensity of your gaze doing the speaking for you. he can feel your panties dampening against the material of his sweats, leaving a trail of your arousal at his thigh. he had done light foreplay on you earlier– certainly not enough to get you this wet, but he supposes you’re just as weak as he is– and greedy too.

“promise i’ll take care of you baby– just the way y’love it,” he reassures you, lightly nipping at your lip with his thumb and forefinger. he rolls the plushness in between his digits and tugs on it lightly, much to your dismay, if the way you pouted said anything.

“but let’s get some sativa in your system first, hm? ‘s gonna have you feelin’ like y’re floatin’.”

he pulls away from your face in favour to steady his hold on the blunt, before bringing it to his own lips. he never once looks away from you, his eye contact so prominent it nearly makes you shy when he drags his own tongue to coat the paper where you once had. 

his pink tongue seals the blunt together eloquently and with practised ease, pupils blown and strong as they stare into yours. you see the twinkle of the shiny jewellery sitting in the muscle, tauntilizing you.

you can’t help it when you bite your bottom lip, core tightening in lust and envy, as you soon wish he’d been going down on you this way. all clear and focused– though his tongue control is precise and messy with spit. 

you huff, hands caressing at his bare pecs, gently scratching his skin beneath your nails. it sounds silly as soon as the sentence leaves your lips, but the subtle grinding of your hips into his reveals the truth behind your words before they need to come out. “stop teasing– thought you were s’posed to be nice t’me, cho.”

he pulls away from the blunt, tilting his head in confusion at your statement. “but baby– i am nice to you.” his fingers maneuver the blunt with care, sealing it with ease. you watch with a pout as he sighs, twirling the joint between his knuckles, before leaning back into the couch, though his hands never trail too far from your body.

you narrow your eyes at him, never wavering and choso chuckles at your impatience, running a hand through wild locks. “alright, alright– ‘m sorry baby, now c’mere and let’s light this shit up. ‘m ready to fuck you stupid now.”

those were just the words you’d been wanting to hear, and if you eagerly whipped out the lighter from where they sat in the crevice of your breast, your boyfriend makes no note to comment on it. you roll your thumb and watch the fire ignite to life, flames showcasing a mesmerzing blend of a fiery red and orange. 

when choso places the blunt in between his mouth, you know that’s your cue, bringing the flames to the adjacent end. the crisp sound of your blunt burning as it glows a cherry red tells a tale– with furrowed brows, choso inhales the smoke the blunt releases and feels as it fills his lungs. you pull the lighter away from him, chucking it to the side of the couch, before redirecting your attention to your boyfriend.

you watch dreamily as he parts his mouth and ghost inhales, the cloud of smoke compressed and it vanishes as quick as it came. he stares at you with low lidded eyes, tilts his head to the side as beckons you to come closer with two fingers. the smile that creeps at your face mirrors his own, a charming smirk etched onto his flushed out face. you comply with his unspoken request, leaning forward and pressing your chest against his own. 

his hand cups at your jaw and slides his lips over yours, and you mimic his movements, accepting the warmth of smoke that was exhaled into your mouth. you feel your lids close at the euphoric feeling, your body conditioned to the bliss brought by sativa weed, limbs already falling limp. it doesn’t help when you feel his hand creep in between your thighs, knuckles teasing rubbing at your clothed clit and fingers toying with the flimsy material of your panties.

you moan, arching your chest into his as your back dips into a beautiful curve– you drag your hips forward, your body chasing after the source of this euphoria stroking at your swollen bundle of nerves. he soothes the ache at your pussy, rubbing at your damp folds with his forefingers, knuckles glistening with your arousal.

“can you hold this for me, doll?” choso grumbles, voice low and deep, and reverbrets against your chest. he hands you the blunt, and it nearly escapes your grasp when he redirects his focus to your cunt, pushing the flimsy material aside. you gasp when the cool air of the living room breezes past your folds, and you clench your pussy around nothing at the sudden exposition.

your clit drools slick down his lap, and choso watches with blown pupils as you drip down his thighs. you’re borderline embarrassed by his sudden quietness, but the way he darts his tongue across his bottom lip and the hardness of his cock stirring to life against your inner thigh says enough.

your hand is shaky as you bring the blunt to your lips, stomach tightening as you desperately chase his fingers once more with your hips, “mmh, hurry up baby– needa feel you right now!”

“i know, i know. . .” his breath is warm in the crook of your neck, lips latching at the supple flesh of your jugular. he nips and nibbles at your skin, inhaling your musk and letting it simmer in all of his senses. you’re smooth and soft– though littered in bites and hickeys, you’re still as perfect as they come, and if you continued to tell him what to do in that breathless voice you put on– there’s no telling how his body would betray him. he’s still a man at the end of the day.

the butt of your blunt glows red as you suck, inhaling a hefty amount of smoke. once enough has entered your system, you pull the blunt away and let the sativa course its way into your veins– the blissful sentiment of peace and lightweightedness simmering in your bones. your body soon begins to feel limp, out of your control in a way that doesn’t stress you but instead turns you on– every emotion felt amplified off the drug.

it’s as if you feel him everywhere at once–his fleeting touches begin from your backside, and he rubs the softness of your bare thighs, trails his hands up to your navel and lands on your chest, groping the plush mounds against your lace bra. his breathing against your collarbone turns moist as he coats your skin in saliva, sensual kisses at all of your sensitive areas leave goosebumps where his kisses follow. he’s everywhere, and his touches feel electrifying against your hot skin, sending jolts of shivers down your spine. 

“ngh– feels ‘s gooddd,” your words begin to slur, heavy on your tongue but mind incredibly light. you rut your hips against his fingers like a dog in heat, the contact between his fingertips rubbing at your clit at this angle driving your brain to mush. he was hardly doing anything, and the most minimal contact in this state had already stupid.

“yeah, that’s right mama. . . just relax and lemme take care of you.”  he slips in his middle and ring fingers first, past your folds and into your warm cave. you whine, body tensing as your muscles clamp down on his digits. the intrusion feels overwhelming despite past experience, but is definitely welcomed, as he works into your pussy, knuckles rubbing at the spongy walls entrapping him in.

the blunt sizzles and soon enough dies as it's shared between you both, taking enough hits to equally share the high. choso multitasks between accepting the puff you blow into his mouth and scissoring your tight cunt open, preparing you for upcoming events. he’s painfully hard as the sativa in his blood rushes all the way to his shaft– it sits bricked and heavy against his thigh, and you’re drooling and whining, gripping at his biceps and tugging at his locks just the way he likes it– he’s battling demons to avoid creaming his pants.

he watches you through low lidded eyes, and how your body reacts to each drag of his fingers into your cunt. he takes his time with you– fingering your pussy knuckles deep with precision, every stroke with intention and desires to make you come undone. your thighs tremble and your back arches, your head hangs back as your arms tighten around his neck, pulling him deeper into your embrace. you’re oddly more vocal, jaw slackened as words babble past your lips and dissipate into thin air.

he knows your body inside out, and so when he curls his fingers and repeatedly abuses your golden spot, he anticipates the squeal you let out, fingernails clawing at his mahogany tresses as your folds latch greedily onto his fingers. your squelches fill the room, a naturally produced sound so filthy it makes his mouth run dry and balls tighten pervertedly.

“‘s coming– oh god cho, fuuuck, ‘m cumming– hnng!” you moan as the knot in your stomach finally snaps and releases the dam. and when the orgasm does hit you, you swear you feel an out-of-body experience, momentarily. your mind is fuzzy, clouded with weed and the ultimate desire to cum– and for the slightest moment, you think about absolutely nothing at all.

your orgasm is pulled right out of you as is your soul, all in the hands of your lover as he draws you to that orgasmic finish line. you feel tingles creep at every extremity of your limbs, a buzz striking you from the top of your head to the top of your toes, as your cunt clenches down and leaks your fluids all over his sweats. you grind against his fingers, coming down from that high as your skin fleets tremors of electricity.

from beneath you, choso gawks at your beauty. you’re stunning– skin flushed from marijuana and tacky from sweat accumulating but god, you looked like you were glowing. lips parted and glossy, whining and voice throaty as it broke into melodic moans. “my beautiful girl– makin’ a mess all over me. . . go on princess, lemme know who’s makin’ you feel this good, yeah?” 

“‘s youuu, only you baby– makin’ it s-so good!” you nod your head, sating his ego as you babble your answer. drool leaks past your lips and dribbles to your chin, trailing downward to the crevice of your boobs.

it’s only then he realises the state of your chest and expertly unclasps the bra with a hand. with your chest now freed, they bounce from the sudden release, and the buds immediately harden from the coolness of the breeze in the room. it’s a no-brainer when choso latches his lips around the stiff bud, nipping and sucking at your nipple while his other hand works at massaging the tender mound.

he moans greedily around your chest, his tongue flat and heavy against your skin as he savours the taste of your skin. he feels as though his senses are heightened– every particle of your body leaves a distinct taste on his tongue, one that is so undoubtedly you, that his cock strains in his sweats, a damp spot amongst the other ones on his lap from where his tip leaks beads of pre come against his lap.

“chosooo,” you whine, your hand slithering between your bodies and trailing down to the string of his sweatpants. despite having just came, your hunger for his dick grows the longer you wait, and so you take matters into your own hand.

time feels rather still, and you can’t tell if you’re actually moving or not– all slump in his hold, but you suppose you managed to grab ahold of his cock when you feel him release your tit with a pop! in favour of hissing at the contact. you’ve gathered slick at your fingertips, fisting around his lengthy dick before slowly pumping the inches.

your fluids lube his dick and ease the slide, your palm rubbing at the underside of his cock. you stroke him languidly, working your way up and down, fingertips reaching his tip and kneading at his slit with your thumb. choso jerks his hips up, always having been a victim to caving in to your touch. his abdominal muscles tense as he pants heavily, sweaty chest rising up and down.

“b-baby, if you keep– fuck, goin’ like that, ‘m gonna finish t-too soon.” he holds at your wrist, but makes no actual attempt to stop you. his skin flushes pink and his matted baby hairs stick to his forehead from sweat building at his hairline, eyebrows pinched in focus.

you hum, interlocking your fingers with his, continuing the jerking of his cock. you lean into his touch, resting your forehead against his and let your eyes fall shut. the sounds your boyfriend lets out from light touching alone makes your pussy wet in arousal yet again, roaring and eager to be filled to the brim with his cum. 

“c’mon babyyy,” choso whines, hips rutting into both of your holds. his breath is warm and fans your face, lips ghosting right over yours as you feel the vibrations of his words land on your mouth. his eyes are hazy and you’re certain he’s somewhere floating on the same dimension you’d been when you were cumming just a while ago. “needa c-cum in your, ngh, pretty pussy–”

the guttural moan that chokes out of his throat doesn’t compare to the rush of hot cum that fills your inside as soon as he bottoms out. purple orbs roll to the back of his skull and he lifts his hips up, forcing you to elevate with him as you moan from the penetration. his cock pulsates and spurts loads of creamy cum into your pussy, balls tightening and releasing all the semen he had to offer. his hands grip your ass so tightly, you’re certain he’ll leave bruises.

“motherfucker, shit y/n, y’can’t just– oh fuckin’- ‘s so good, god baby!” curses slip past his lips, body seizing as every single muscle contracts from his orgasm. he’d never felt anything like it before– his toes curled, thighs trembling and balls painfully tight.

he’d never get used to how life-altering nestling in your cunt was, no matter how many times he’d break your pussy open. at the end of the day, you held the most power and control over him, clamping down on his cock so tightly, damn near snatching his soul out through his slit.

his whole body is shuddering, pink lips parted and you lean forward to slot your own lips against his, immediately licking at the roof of his mouth. he moans into you, hands moving up from your thighs to hold at your lower body and kneads the skin delicately, bringing you impossibly closer to him. he can feel your heartbeat thudding through your ribcage, and something about the closeness of your bodies indulges in the intimacy of the matter.

you pull away just barely, the both of you gasping as a string of saliva connects the bottom of both of your lips. you plant your palms against his pecs and push him to rest against the back of the sofa. he’s sprawled against the couch, but once more, his hands never leaving your body as they feel up on your backside. he stares at you in anticipation, chest heaving as he collects himself– he needs to get it together for your pleasure, it’s never about him but solely about you.

 “y’better be ready for more. . .” you warn him, shifting your hips up as you feel him semen trickle out of your cunt and leak down to the base of his shaft. he winces when you slowly rock your hips, grinding back and forth on his sensitive dick. “‘cause ‘m far from finished baby– finish what you started.”

“you a-already know this dick ‘s all yours, love, so ride it like y’mean it,” his hands grip at the fat on your hips, guiding your body on his with his help. “don’t shy away now, princess.” it’s effortless, as he’s a rather strong man, and he helps you work your way back and forth, up and down, clockwise circles on his dick. he watches as you soak in the pleasure, head thrown back without a single care in the world, riding him like you needed to cum more than anything. 

your breast ricochet with each bounce, jiggling as you hop up and down on his dick. the sounds your pussy makes are fucking lewd– squleches of his cum and your juices mixing at the base of his cock, the sound of your ass clapping echoes loudly, and lest he forgets the way your moans fuse into broken laughs, as if you’ve gone delirious already. as if he’s merely your sex toy, and you’re milking the shit out of him for your own pleasure. 

your clit drags at his pelvis when you switch angles, and when you claw at his pectorals, his nipples get caught in your fingers– he’s remarkably embarrassed by the way he mewled at the frottage. your thighs strain as your movements never cease, your pussy sliding down his length entirely, covering every inch of his cock in your fluids. the circumference of the base of his dick is encircled in suds– a mixture of his cum and your slick, the blend sticking at your cunt and inner thighs with every bounce.

tears build in your lash line from the overwhelming pleasure, as your gut is knocked with a familiar tightening sensation. choso held onto the mounds of your ass tightly, whether it’d been to ground you from moving or holding onto dear life, you couldn’t tell, but he’d planted his heels to the carpet on the floor and decided he wanted in on it. 

he fucks up into while you grind down– the synchronisation of your movements hitting harder as he’s penetrating deeper into you from this angle. your jaw slackens and your lids rest shut, your body working onto his shaft to bring you to that blissful orgasm. his cock sits heavy and pulsates against your walls, and everytime you arch your back in that specific way, you feel the tip of his dick kiss at your cervix.

it’s all too much, you’re uncertain if you can handle that constant pounding into your sweet spot– it brings stars and galaxies behind your lids, and you feel your soul being pulled to the core of the earth, limbs utterly useless as they fall prey to numbness. 

your arms give out before you notice, but you don’t miss the stinging feeling in your scalp at your hair being pulled. you do notice choso has your hair in his grip, holding you up while his other hand pulls your body flush against his. his arm is securely wrapped around your waist, and your back arches as your vision is now limited to the ceiling of your house.

“just, fuck, hold on– promise ‘m gonna get you there, yeah?” he grumbles, breath hot and his voice low as it resonates against the shell of your ear. you mewl and nod your head, hands clawing at his biceps for support. he’s big and beefy beneath your touch, veins prominent and bulging at his pale skin.

choso holds weight to his promise as he slams into you, hips rutting up as he bottoms out entirely into your warm cunt. you scream as he pounds into your pussy, breast bouncing in his face as the skin of his thighs meet your ass in a loud echo. he feels his entire being crumble beneath you, stomach tightening the more you squeeze down on him and cry out his name.

his thrusts are fast and deep– you feel him all in your stomach, puncturing your womb roughly as you’re stuffed with his semen and cock, balls deep. the room reeks of sex and marijuana, but the odour is oddly comforting– so familiar that when a dribble of your sweat lands on his tongue as he laps up at your neck, the salty taste of your fluids drives him into a frenzy.

and it’s as if your souls truly are connected, because your body tenses and all of your muscles clench as you release your juices all over his lap when his semen also intrudes your womb once, rushes of hot cum flooding your pussy. 

your moans blend into one, resonating a beautiful harmony into the stillness of your house, as it disappears into the darkness of the night. tears stream down your cheeks and you’re shuddering against him, your body jerking and stuttering in his hold while he empties his load yet again into you. his balls squeeze when you kegel on him, squirting as you clench your ass, grinding down on him to drag out the high even longer.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy– mine, a-all mine, wanna fuck you full of my nut—oh god, fuckin’ love you baby, jus’ take it all f’me— good girl.”

You could only let out a loud cry, your back arching when you felt Gojo’s cock hitting perfectly into your g spot. Hammering the gummy spot till you were seeing stars, vision blurred and your grip on the sheets tightening. “Satoruuu, oh fuck— nnngh,”

“There’s my good girl— you can do it princess. You’re almost there, fuck. Just one more f’ me.” he breathed.

Gojo smirked at your state underneath him, your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in short screams that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Your face stained with both drool and tears as you were fucked into your 6th orgasm no doubt.

“That’s it princess. Last one okay? Took it so well, fuck. Love ya so much.” He grunted, thrusts sloppy as he brought you both to the edge. Bringing his hand down to rub small circles on your sensitive clit making you squirm back with a loud mewl.

“Nuh nuh— sensitive,” you cried, your puffy eyes meeting Gojo’s stern ones. Your chest heaving as Gojo kept up his torture, pussy spasming around his girth.

“Cum for me baby, let it all out.” he coaxed, letting out long breaths as his eyes closed. Feeling you squirt around his cock with a cry of his name. “Hmm, so good f’ me. Gonna cum in ya now,”

Stuffing his twitching cock as far as it could reach, his hips still as he let himself spill inside you. Moaning at the way your pussy drank it all while you moaned at how full it made you.

Gojo leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“S-Suguru— wait, no more.” you whimpered, Geto flipping your body so that you were laying flat on your chest, hands gripping the sheet as he rolled his hips into you from on top. “‘S too much Suguru.”

Geto only hummed, his thrusts hard and picking up its pace as he brought his lips to your neck. “Oh c’mon sweet thing, where’s the fun in that. Just take it yeah?”

You let out a loud cry, feeling your boyfriend grinding meanly into your gummy spot. His hips slamming against your ass noisily as he fucked you deep. “It’s just one more i promise.” he groaned, “One more and you’re done for the night.”

His cock bullying its way even deeper into your heat with his hot breath on your skin. A string of mewls falling past your lips and your grip on his sheets tightening, your eyes tearing up as your back arched under him.

“Ahh— Suguru.”

Geto let out a deep grunt, “Look at you, taking it like a good girl f’ me. Fuck,”

Your body trembled with a choked scream, broken whimpers filling the air as Geto fucked you past the edge. Feeling a pool of heat building in your core as your toes curled. “Suguru— nngh, ‘m close,”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me sweet thing?” he cooed, thrusts getting rough and sloppy as he approached his release. “Fuck, ‘m close too baby, gonna fill you up so good.”

Your moans were shaky when your pussy tightened around him, your lips parting in heavy breaths and your eyes rolling back as you came, spraying messily onto the sheets below.

Geto swallowed hard at the sight. “Shit, so fucking hot.” Slowing his thrusts until he was giving his final grinds against your ass. His thick cock twitching against your walls before spurts after spurts of the sticky substance filled you up.

“There we go, wasn’t so bad hmm?”

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

“Choso baby— i don’t think i can take it.” you moaned, your boyfriend’s hands locked tightly around you as he rut his hips into your tightness.

“You’ve gotta take it, i need you to.” he whimpered, “Please, please, please take it. ‘M so close again.” His thrusts hard and uncoordinated as his balls slapped messily onto your skin. Lewd squelching sounds filling the room as Choso fucked himself to release.

“Ahh— Choso, ‘s too much.” you cried out, your boyfriend’s long dick fucking into your sensitive walls, sending shivers through your shaking body.

“It’s just one more, please,” he whined, “you can take one more, you’ve done it before.” Refusing to let you go as he lost himself in the feeling of your perfect pussy wrapped around him.

You mewled when Choso found a way to speed up his pace even more, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself getting close.

“Nnhg— are you close too baby? Please tell me you’re close,” he cried, “Need to cum in you so bad.” His thrusts sloppy as the throb of his cock intensified, squeezing you tighter into him with a loud moan.

“H-hahh,” you breathed, your chest heaving as you felt yet another orgasm washing over you. You would never get a break at this point, Choso was just too lost in it. “Mhm, ‘m close.”

Choso smiling into your skin while slamming his cock deep past your slippery walls, both of you filling the room with your noises as you creamed his cock with shaky legs and curled toes.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Choso mewled, thrusts slowing down as he spilled all his cum into your insides.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“Tojiii— i can’t, no more.” you sniffled. Your face down and your ass up with both your hands held tightly behind your back with one of his.

“Yes you can.” the man grunted, “you can fucking take it and you’re going to fucking take it.” His eyes dark as he slammed hard into your tight pussy, his girth stretching you out while you clenched down on him.

“But Tojiii— ‘s too much,” your cries had already turned to sobs. Fat tears drenching your face as you were rocked roughly into the mattress. Your body trembling as you lay tiredly, Toji being the only thing forcing you to stay on your knees.

“No buts doll.” He warned, “Told you to take it, so take it. You hear me?” Watching as you nodded with a cry, your eyes closing in loud mewls when Toji began pulling your ass back onto his cock together with his thrusts.

“Ahh— Toji ‘m close, ‘s so sensitive.” you moaned, your stomach tightening as you neared what seemed like your 10th orgasm. Unable to go against the movement of toji fucking you into the sheets. “Nngh, ‘m so close Tojii.”

“See that? Not so hard to be a good girl now is it? This is your last one kay doll?” his thrusts never slowing down as he neared his release, cock fucking directly into your spot pulling a choked scream out of you.

Your toes curling and your vision going white as everything fell apart.

“There we go. Fucking cum for me doll.”

Your body shook as you came, the orgasm painfully pleasurable as your pussy gushed onto him. Toji letting out a low whistling at how hard you clenched down on him. “My turn.”

A smirk on his face as he fucked sloppily into you, his duck twitching at the recoil of your ass before he was bottoming out with a loud groan. Painting your walls a creamy white.

“Look at that, all that whining and you still took it well hmm?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Kentoo— i don’t think i have another one in me.” you mewled, your legs aching as Nanami bounced you on his cock. His hands on your waist with yours wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yes you do sweetheart. Been knowing this body of yours for years. That sweet little pussy can take it.” he reassured, bouncing you up and down so delicately until you were moaning his name, nails digging into the top of his back.

“Kento, nngh”

Nanami chuckled softly, “See? There you go. Just take it for me.” Speeding up the pace in which he slammed your tight pussy down fully on his cock. Thick mushroom tip bulging lightly in your stomach as your pussy stretched to take his girth.

“O-oh Kentoo— nngh,” you cried out, your head dizzy as it fell back, the painful sensitivity turning into pure ecstasy as you were guided to ride the man underneath you. “Kento, mmm, ‘m getting close.” you whimpered.

Nanami’s lips kissing up your chest, then up your neck until he reached your face. Placing soft pecks all over your face. “So damn pretty. Gonna cum on my cock again sweetheart?”

Your back arching as you nodded, “Mhm,”

Nanami could feel his breathing speeding up as your wet pussy brought him to near his release as well. Groaning loudly when he began guiding your hips with no rhythm, his fat tip grazing every corner of your insides as it pierced deep.

A loud string of moans being pulled out of you when you felt yourself about to let go. “Ah, Kento— ‘s so good,” you mewled, “gonna cum.” Grinding your hips back and forth to stimulate your already sensitive clit.

“Let it out sweetheart, cum for me. Such a good girl.” Watching as you came with a silent scream, your mouth hung open as your pussy formed a sopping creamy ring around the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” Nanami grunted, “Gonna cum deep in you sweetheart.” His grip on your hips tightening as he held you flush on his hips. A loud moan falling past your lips when ropes of his hot cum were pumped deep in you.

thinking about your clingy boyfriend, connie, who couldn’t leave you alone even if he tried…which he hadn’t. skincare done, cold bottle of water on your nightstand, pyjamas (aka one of his shirts, and some panties) on and your bonnet atop your head, you had knocked the fuck out as soon as your head hit the pillow. by midnight you were in deeeep sleep, but you were rudely awoken by some federal ass knocks on your door. at 2am. at that time of night, it could only be one person. and, even though you had told him to stop, connie’s routine of showing up at your house once he’s done dealing wouldn’t cease. he’d show up at your doorstep multiple nights a week, the potent smell of weed and his cologne smacking you in your drowsy face as soon as you opened the door.

”why are you here?”, you’d ask, voice groggy from how tired you were. you’d had a long day, and could barely piece together coherent sentences, but you just needed to know why this kept happening when he had his own damn bed in his own damn house.

connie would just shrug at you, because he knew how this went; you always complained, but you’d always let him in. then, once your irritated grumbling stopped, you’d cuddle to sleep—waking up the next morning with a stupid grin on your face, talking about how glad you were that he had come over.

”i’ve had a long day, and i needa sleep”, he explained, hanging his moncler puffer up, and neatly placing his shoes on the rack. asking further questions wouldn’t change anything, so you just hmphed and started dragging your feet back to your room.

”and why the fuck’s that my problem, dickhead?”, you said, under your breath. connie couldn’t give you shit for your attitude because he was the one who caused you it, so he’d just laugh your complaints off and follow you to your bed.

”te extrañé, ma.”, his hand reached for your arm as he walked behind you, but his fingertips would just about graze your skin.

”hm”, you replied, already taking your slippers off and getting back into bed.

because of how often this happened, connie had clothes at your place. at first, you thought he was leaving his shirts there for you to sleep in, then you started finding jeans, boxers, joggers, and shoes in your closet. when you told your friends, they just said to move in with him, but you didn’t feel ready yet. so you’d just have to deal with him showing up at your house whenever he felt like it, and walking around in nothing but boxers. which was exactly what he was doing right now; keeping you up by walking around your room, brushing his teeth. you kissed your teeth at him, before wrapping yourself up in the duvet.

”why is that nigga never at his own damn house?”, you mumbled, trying to find the comfy position that had lulled you to sleep in the first place. connie heard you, and pulled the duvet off you, running away laughing when you picked up your slipper and threw it at him. like the little piece of shit he is.

and when he got back, just as you got warm again, you’d feel a cold draft on your back when he got into bed with you. and his piece of shit shenanigans continued when he pressed his cold fucking feet on your legs. of course he’d pretend like it was an accident, and complain when you slapped his leg. before having the nerve to start making demands.

”move over”, he pushed you slightly. you’d huff at him, then you’d remember why he came to you; affection. so you’d give it to him in the form of a goodnight kiss, before moving as far as you could on your side of your bed. a self-satisfied grin decorating your face, as you could practically feel connie’s glower hitting the back of your neck.

”why you so petty?”, his arm reached around you, pulling you to him by your waist.

”how am i petty?“, you laughed, lightly hitting his arm before giving up and just letting him pull you toward him.

”how you gonna kiss me goodnight then move all the way over there?”, he kissed his teeth and you just laughed at him again.

”i'm giving you space!”, you turned to him, trying to move out of his tight grasp.

”i never asked for space, now c’mere”, he snuggled into you, kissing the side of your neck, ”really think i came all the way over here to ask you for some damn space”, he muttered under his breath.

laying chest to back, with one of connie’s hands under his your shirt holding your tit, his breath would hit the side of your neck with every rise and fall of his chest. connie had always been one of those people who fell asleep as soon as they were still for more than thirty seconds. but you could tell that he was nowhere near falling asleep. and the reason for his unusual alertness, was poking the skin exposed by him lifting your shirt.

”is your dick hard right now?”, you looked over your shoulder at him, and chortled at his closed eyes as he pretended to be asleep.

”no.”, he replied bluntly, but you’d move the duvet up to look at what you already knew was pressing into you. ”sleep, bruh, i’m tired”, he pulled the duvet over the both of you, trying to cage your arms with his.

”how can i, when your dick is poking me?!”, you laughed at him, and connie just rolled his eyes.

”then fix it”, he said. his eyes were still closed but his lips formed a smirk.

”nigga you got hands, go do it yourself”, you turned back to face the other way.

some way somehow, within a few minutes, connie’s head was sandwiched between your thighs as he sucked on your clit. how tired you were made you ultra sensitive, so your legs kept closing around his head. but connie couldn’t care less. eating you out was connie’s favourite pastime; he did it when he was bored, happy, sad, or tired like he was today. in between your legs, lived a fountain of rejuvenation that revived him whenever he felt like he was two seconds away from fainting, like he had when he decided to drive to your place. but, as amazing as you tasted, feeling you around his tongue just made his dick jealous. so, right after he tasted your release, your legs would be wrapped around connie’s waist, as he slowly fucked into you. though slow, his strokes were deep enough to kiss your cervix over and over again, making your toes curl behind his back. meanwhile connie’s parted lips would pour low, heavy breaths onto your neck. occasionally placing a lazy kiss on it when his brain could gather the energy to remember. because the man was exhausted—he really came over to cuddle and sleep with his girl but his dick had other plans. so everything was just slow, but you felt it in your stomach.

”’m tired, ma.”, he whispered on your neck. and, luckily for the both of you, you were about to cum anyways.

”ssshit, me t-too”, you whispered out. his hand would move south and rub at your clit, as he used his remaining body strength to pull back from your neck to take your nipple in his mouth. the combination of the two was it all it took for you to tighten around him. the mix of his lingering high from smoking with ony, the sleepiness, and your tightening around him meant that connie was right behind you—face in the crook of your neck as he stilled and filled you with his seed.

you’d both just lay there, eyes closing before connie would lift you to take you to the bathroom and sit you on the toilet so you could pee. you’d both clean up, before he’d pick you up again to put you back in bed. honestly speaking, that orgasm had ladened your eyelids and you’d been ready to go back to sleep since it washed over you. so, the second your body made contact with your bed again, you had pretty much dozed off. but, of course you’d be disturbed by your boyfriend, moving you around like you weren’t trying to get some rest. connie would move you from your side of the bed, to pull your face onto his chest. even though it wasn’t consuming any of your energy, you hated how he was still interrupting your sleep. so once your cheek was on him, you’d murmur something that sounded like,