amy

it’s the first time you’ve all tried this, and the moment suguru starts pushing in alongside satoru, satoru lets out a shaky, breathless laugh.

“holy shit— this is so tight,” he whines, eyes squeezed shut, forehead pressed to your shoulder. his cock twitches hard as your pussy stretches around both of them, slick and burning. “i can feel you, suguru—oh my god, i can feel your dick rubbing against mine.”

“shut up,” suguru grits out, but his voice is weak, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. he’s trying to stay calm, but the way your walls flutter and squeeze around them both is driving him insane. every tiny shift makes him feel satoru’s cock sliding against his, hot and throbbing. “fuck… she’s taking us so well.”

you’re shaking between them, stuffed full, stretched to your limit. a broken moan spills from your lips and both men groan in unison.

satoru starts moving first—shallow, desperate little thrusts that make suguru curse under his breath. “slow down, you idiot— ahh, shit—” suguru’s hips jerk anyway, chasing the friction, the overwhelming heat. they’re both panting, sweat-slicked chests pressed to your body, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.

you’re still shaking from the two orgasms they pulled out of you earlier with their tongues, licking and sucking until you were sobbing and oversensitive. now every single nerve feels raw and electric. the stretch of both cocks at once is almost too much — too intense, too full, every tiny movement sending sparks shooting up your spine.

“she’s so fucking wet,” satoru gasps, half-laughing, half-moaning. “i’m gonna cum so fast, this is embarrassing—”

“me too,” suguru admits through gritted teeth, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone. his hips snap harder, chasing the tight drag of your cunt and the filthy slide of satoru’s cock against his own. “can’t— can’t hold it.”

they start moving together, messy and uncoordinated, both of them whimpering and cursing every time they thrust in at the same time. the pressure is insane. the feeling of being pressed so tightly against each other inside you is too much.

satoru comes first with a loud moan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you. the moment his cock pulses, suguru follows right after—groaning long and low, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you too. they cum at the same time, thick and hot, both cocks twitching against each other while your pussy milks them dry.

they stay buried inside you, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed together above your shoulder.

satoru lets out a weak, almost delirious laugh.

“we’re doing that again… like… immediately.”

suguru just groans, still twitching. “shut up… but yeah.”

your fingers twist deep into his white hair and yank his head back hard. satoru groans loud, the sound vibrating against your chest as you ride him fast and deep. his cock stretches you perfectly, hitting that spot every time you drop down.

"fuck, just like that," he rasps, voice rough and needy. you slap his cheek sharp and he laughs breathlessly, turning his face to chase your hand for more. "again. do it again."

you oblige, palm cracking across his other cheek harder this time. the red blooms quick on his pale skin and he bites his lip hard. his eyes, those bright blues, go hazy with want. he fucks up harder, hands gripping your hips tight but not controlling, letting you set the pace like he wants you to ruin him.

you pull his hair again, forcing his neck to arch back further, and lean down to bite at his throat. teeth sink in and he shudders hard, cock twitching and thickening inside you.

"pull harder," he begs, and you do, twisting your fist in those soft strands until he hisses in pain that melts straight into heat. "you like that," you ask, and he nods.

"yeah, fuck, i like it when you get rough with me," he pants out, eyes half lidded and glassy. he grins that stupid grin even as you yank his head to the side and slap the other cheek again, harder. his cock throbs, leaking more inside you, making everything slicker. "don't stop," he gasps between broken moans as the wet slap of skin fills the space along with his desperate sounds and the way he begs for more.

he is close, you can tell by the way his abs tighten under your hands and his breathing turns fast and uneven. you lean in close, lips brushing his ear, fist still buried tight in his white strands. "use me baby come on," he says and you yank his head back one final time as you kiss down his throat hard.

"im gonna cum," he chokes out needy, "please don't let go." his cock pulses thick and hard as he spills hot and messy inside you, flooding your walls with heavy spurts that make you clench around every throb.

+

the next day nanami eyes the red marks on satorus neck and faint flush on his cheek. "gojo what happened to your neck and face," he asks. satoru laughs a little too loud. "ehmmm curses you know how it is. tough fight last night. nothing big."

nanami narrows his eyes. he's clearly not convinced but lets it drop and only says that he should be more careful next time. satoru hides the smirk thinking about your hands and mouth all over him, making his cock twitch at the memory. "yeah yeah totally careful next time."

your fingers twist deep into his white hair and yank his head back hard. satoru groans loud, the sound vibrating against your chest as you ride him fast and deep. his cock stretches you perfectly, hitting that spot every time you drop down.

"fuck, just like that," he rasps, voice rough and needy. you slap his cheek sharp and he laughs breathlessly, turning his face to chase your hand for more. "again. do it again."

you oblige, palm cracking across his other cheek harder this time. the red blooms quick on his pale skin and he bites his lip hard. his eyes, those bright blues, go hazy with want. he fucks up harder, hands gripping your hips tight but not controlling, letting you set the pace like he wants you to ruin him.

you pull his hair again, forcing his neck to arch back further, and lean down to bite at his throat. teeth sink in and he shudders hard, cock twitching and thickening inside you.

"pull harder," he begs, and you do, twisting your fist in those soft strands until he hisses in pain that melts straight into heat. "you like that," you ask, and he nods.

"yeah, fuck, i like it when you get rough with me," he pants out, eyes half lidded and glassy. he grins that stupid grin even as you yank his head to the side and slap the other cheek again, harder. his cock throbs, leaking more inside you, making everything slicker. "don't stop," he gasps between broken moans as the wet slap of skin fills the space along with his desperate sounds and the way he begs for more.

he is close, you can tell by the way his abs tighten under your hands and his breathing turns fast and uneven. you lean in close, lips brushing his ear, fist still buried tight in his white strands. "use me baby come on," he says and you yank his head back one final time as you kiss down his throat hard.

"im gonna cum," he chokes out needy, "please don't let go." his cock pulses thick and hard as he spills hot and messy inside you, flooding your walls with heavy spurts that make you clench around every throb.

+

the next day nanami eyes the red marks on satorus neck and faint flush on his cheek. "gojo what happened to your neck and face," he asks. satoru laughs a little too loud. "ehmmm curses you know how it is. tough fight last night. nothing big."

nanami narrows his eyes. he's clearly not convinced but lets it drop and only says that he should be more careful next time. satoru hides the smirk thinking about your hands and mouth all over him, making his cock twitch at the memory. "yeah yeah totally careful next time."

“you’re still horny? didn’t i fuck you hard enough last night?”

satoru grins against your mouth as you kiss him over breakfast, all needy and desperate like you didn’t get railed for hours last night. you’re straddling his lap at the kitchen table, grinding your soaked pussy against the hard bulge in his sweatpants.

“fuck, baby,” he laughs but his hands grab your ass and pull you down harder. “look at you. one kiss and you’re already this wet.” his lips trail down your neck, sucking marks into your skin while you rock your hips faster, rubbing your clit against his thick cock through the fabric.

you whimper and tug at his shirt. he doesn’t bother with foreplay. one hand shoves your panties to the side, and with the other he pushes his sweat shorts down just enough to free his thick cock. “always so greedy in the morning,” he mutters, then sinks in.

you moan loud as he fills you up, stretching your tight walls around his fat length. he grips your hips and bounces you on his cock right there on the chair, deep and rough. wet sounds fill the kitchen every time you slam down.

“shit, still so fucking tight,” satoru groans, biting your neck. “fucked you so good last night and you’re still clenching like you need more.” he suddenly stands up with you still on his cock, legs wrapped around his waist. he lays you flat on the kitchen table, knocking a plate aside, and starts fucking you with hard, deep thrusts.

the table shakes under you and you have to grab the edge of the table to steady yourself. and then satoru reaches over, grabs the coffee mug beside your head and takes a long sip while he keeps railing you.

“really!??” you manage to choke out between moans.

satoru smirks down at you, thrusts never slowing. “what? i got an early meeting. need my caffeine, baby.” he takes another sip, then sets the mug down and grips your thighs, spreading you wider so he can fuck you even harder.

his cock slams in deep and fast, balls slapping against you. “fuck, this pussy feels too good. can’t help it if you’re still this horny after i filled you up last night.” he leans over you, one hand braced on the table, the other on your leg to fold you in half.

“gotta multitask today. now cum for me before i have to leave.”

“you’re more sensitive than usual.”

shiu leans back in his office chair, hands steady on your hips as you move in his lap. panties shoved to the side, and you’re riding him slow but deep, chasing the feeling you’ve missed for weeks.

after weeks of busy schedules, today you both finally lined up a free lunch slot and you showed up at his door flushed and impatient.

“been a while, hasn’t it?” he murmurs against your neck. he sounds a little surprised every time you get like this, but he doesn’t push the thought. instead he guides your rhythm, letting you bounce at your own pace while his thick length fills you completely.

you whimper softly and roll your hips harder, thighs trembling around him. every drag of him inside you feels fuller and hotter than usual after the dry spell. he notices right away.

“easy, baby. you’re shaking already.” his thumbs stroke your waist under your top. “all that time apart and now you’re this worked up. couldn’t wait, could you?”

you nod, biting your lip as you keep moving, taking him again and again. the chair creaks quietly under you. the thought of someone walking past his office door adds a rush, but you don’t slow down. you needed this. needed him.

shiu lets out a rough breath, eyes heavy as he watches you. “fuck… you feel so good. missed this so much.” he thrusts up to meet you, burying himself deeper, and you gasp at the sudden spark. he’s so hard, so warm, stretching you so right after weeks of nothing.

“so greedy,” he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “guess going without for so long made you extra needy.” his hand slides up your back, pulling you closer so your chest presses against him. “sneaking into my office just to ride me on lunch break. you really couldn’t hold out anymore, huh?”

you moan against his shoulder, moving faster. the ache in your body builds quick and heavy. he feels it too—the way you tighten around him. and he’s enjoying it so much, watching his pretty young girlfriend use him like you want. his cock throbs inside you, rock hard and pulsing as you ride him faster.

“don’t stop, baby,” he whispers near your ear. “keep bouncing on me. i want to feel you cum all over my cock before my next meeting.”

“you’re still horny? didn’t i fuck you hard enough last night?”

satoru grins against your mouth as you kiss him over breakfast, all needy and desperate like you didn’t get railed for hours last night. you’re straddling his lap at the kitchen table, grinding your soaked pussy against the hard bulge in his sweatpants.

“fuck, baby,” he laughs but his hands grab your ass and pull you down harder. “look at you. one kiss and you’re already this wet.” his lips trail down your neck, sucking marks into your skin while you rock your hips faster, rubbing your clit against his thick cock through the fabric.

you whimper and tug at his shirt. he doesn’t bother with foreplay. one hand shoves your panties to the side, and with the other he pushes his sweat shorts down just enough to free his thick cock. “always so greedy in the morning,” he mutters, then sinks in.

you moan loud as he fills you up, stretching your tight walls around his fat length. he grips your hips and bounces you on his cock right there on the chair, deep and rough. wet sounds fill the kitchen every time you slam down.

“shit, still so fucking tight,” satoru groans, biting your neck. “fucked you so good last night and you’re still clenching like you need more.” he suddenly stands up with you still on his cock, legs wrapped around his waist. he lays you flat on the kitchen table, knocking a plate aside, and starts fucking you with hard, deep thrusts.

the table shakes under you and you have to grab the edge of the table to steady yourself. and then satoru reaches over, grabs the coffee mug beside your head and takes a long sip while he keeps railing you.

“really!??” you manage to choke out between moans.

satoru smirks down at you, thrusts never slowing. “what? i got an early meeting. need my caffeine, baby.” he takes another sip, then sets the mug down and grips your thighs, spreading you wider so he can fuck you even harder.

his cock slams in deep and fast, balls slapping against you. “fuck, this pussy feels too good. can’t help it if you’re still this horny after i filled you up last night.” he leans over you, one hand braced on the table, the other on your leg to fold you in half.

“gotta multitask today. now cum for me before i have to leave.”

“you’re more sensitive than usual.”

shiu leans back in his office chair, hands steady on your hips as you move in his lap. panties shoved to the side, and you’re riding him slow but deep, chasing the feeling you’ve missed for weeks.

after weeks of busy schedules, today you both finally lined up a free lunch slot and you showed up at his door flushed and impatient.

“been a while, hasn’t it?” he murmurs against your neck. he sounds a little surprised every time you get like this, but he doesn’t push the thought. instead he guides your rhythm, letting you bounce at your own pace while his thick length fills you completely.

you whimper softly and roll your hips harder, thighs trembling around him. every drag of him inside you feels fuller and hotter than usual after the dry spell. he notices right away.

“easy, baby. you’re shaking already.” his thumbs stroke your waist under your top. “all that time apart and now you’re this worked up. couldn’t wait, could you?”

you nod, biting your lip as you keep moving, taking him again and again. the chair creaks quietly under you. the thought of someone walking past his office door adds a rush, but you don’t slow down. you needed this. needed him.

shiu lets out a rough breath, eyes heavy as he watches you. “fuck… you feel so good. missed this so much.” he thrusts up to meet you, burying himself deeper, and you gasp at the sudden spark. he’s so hard, so warm, stretching you so right after weeks of nothing.

“so greedy,” he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “guess going without for so long made you extra needy.” his hand slides up your back, pulling you closer so your chest presses against him. “sneaking into my office just to ride me on lunch break. you really couldn’t hold out anymore, huh?”

you moan against his shoulder, moving faster. the ache in your body builds quick and heavy. he feels it too—the way you tighten around him. and he’s enjoying it so much, watching his pretty young girlfriend use him like you want. his cock throbs inside you, rock hard and pulsing as you ride him faster.

“don’t stop, baby,” he whispers near your ear. “keep bouncing on me. i want to feel you cum all over my cock before my next meeting.”

︵ ೀ mdni. yuta eating you out

the end credits are already rolling on the tv, but it’s not like either of you care anymore. not when yuta is pressed close against you on the couch, kissing you senseless while his touch makes your skin tingle.

his fingers trace down slowly, barely there, light enough to make you shiver as they follow the curve of your side.

“is it good when i touch you here?”

yuta's fingers brush over your breasts through your thin shirt. he circles your nipples so softly you arch into his hand.

“or maybe here?”

his palm slides lower, over your stomach, then slips under the waistband of your shorts. his fingers dip inside your panties and brush your pussy. you’re already wet. he spreads your folds with two fingers and rubs your clit in slow, lazy circles.

“yuta…” you breathe and spread your legs wider on the couch.

he presses a little harder on your clit and then pushes one finger inside your tight cunt, then adds another, curling them deep.

yuta watches your face the whole time, eyes dark. “you’re so wet already.” he pumps his fingers in and out and rubs your clit with his thumb at the same time.

you grip his shoulders and rock against his hand. he leans in and kisses your neck, then sucks hard enough to leave a mark. his fingers move faster, fucking you deeper. “is it good when i fuck you like this?” he whispers against your skin. “tell me.”

you nod and yuta smiles. he kisses you once, deep and hungry, before starting to move lower. his mouth trails down your body, leaving soft kisses over your chest and stomach until he reaches your inner thighs. there, he slows, pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin, each one softer and more deliberate than the last as he moves lower.

he kisses your clit gently first, lips soft against you. then he licks you, tongue flat and warm, dragging up your slit. you shudder. yuta kisses your clit again, sucks it lightly between his lips, and pushes his tongue inside you.

yuta kisses your pussy like he kisses your mouth—slow, hungry, and wet. his hands hold your thighs open as he buries his face deeper and kisses your folds, licks inside you, then sucks your clit while his tongue pushes in and out.

“so fucking sweet,” he groans against you. he slides two fingers back inside you and curls them while he kisses and licks your clit nonstop.

your thighs start to shake around his head. yuta doesn’t stop. he keeps kissing your clit, sucking it, licking it, tongue sliding inside you between kisses until your back arches hard off the couch.

when he finally pulls back, lips shiny, he looks up at you with hazy eyes. “you like it?” he asks, all shy now. he looks almost embarrassed, cheeks warm as he watches your face. and all you can do is nod.

megumi fushiguro never thought he would be the jealous type.

he’s dating you. officially. you hold his hand in public, kiss his cheek before missions, and fall asleep on his chest almost every night. but for some reason, the world seems determined to believe you belong to someone else.

“yuji! your girlfriend is so cute today,” someone says loudly in the common room, grinning as you walk in wearing one of yuji’s spare hoodies (you got cold and he tossed it to you without thinking).

yuji laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “huh? oh— wait, that’s not—”

but you just smile politely and sit down next to megumi. but still, the comment lingers. and it happens constantly.

teachers, underclassmen, even random staff at jujutsu tech keep referring to you as “itadori’s girlfriend.” you and yuji are close, after all. you laugh at his dumb jokes, share food, and have that easy, bright energy together. to outsiders, it makes sense.

to megumi, it feels like a slow knife twisting in his chest.

he doesn’t say anything at first. he’s megumi, after all. he keeps his face neutral, shoulders relaxed, but you notice the way his jaw tightens every time someone makes the mistake. the way his hand finds yours under the table and squeezes just a little too hard. one afternoon after training, it happens again.

a group of second-years walks by. one of them waves at you. “hey, itadori’s girl! tell your boyfriend his cleave was insane yesterday!”

you open your mouth to correct them, but megumi speaks first, voice low and sharp.

“she’s not itadori’s girlfriend.”