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Gojo is a big slut. There is just something about him having you laying underneath him on your belly with all his weight on you. You can’t run, you can’t escape, you have to take his dick like a good girl.
"You're already this wet? We barely started."
"Toru, please—" Your voice came out broken, muffled by the pillow. You tried to lift your hips, desperate for more friction, but his weight kept you pinned perfectly flat.
"Please what?" He laughed, that playful lilt making your clit throb. His arm tightened around your neck just slightly, pulling your head back enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Use your words, baby. I know you've got 'em in that pretty little head."
"Please fuck me," you whined, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath you. "I need it, I need you inside—"
The words died in your throat as he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your scream came out choked, strangled by his forearm against your throat as he stretched you open around his length. The angle—god, the angle with your legs pressed together, flat beneath him—made him feel impossibly thick.
"Fuck, your tight," Gojo groaned, his composure cracking for just a moment before that cocky edge returned. "Your little pussy's squeezing me so hard. Did you miss my cock that much?"
He didn't wait for an answer. His hips snapped back and drove forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that had the headboard cracking against the wall. Each thrust ground your clit against the mattress, the friction almost too much combined with the way he was splitting you open from behind.
"T-Toru! Too deep—Ahh—hh" Your moans pitched higher, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he fucked you into the bed. His arm stayed locked around your throat, keeping your back arched just enough that every stroke hit that devastating spot inside you.
"Too deep?" He had the audacity to laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple even as his hips pistoned faster. "Baby, I'm barely trying. You should see yourself right now—crying already and I haven't even made you cum yet."
The tears spilled over, streaking down your cheeks and soaking into the pillow. It wasn't pain—or not entirely. It was the overwhelming fullness, the relentless pace, the way he somehow knew exactly how to take you apart. Your sobs mixed with your moans, creating desperate sounds you'd never heard yourself make before.
"There it is," Gojo breathed, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "There's my pretty crybaby. Those tears look so good on you." He shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was punching against your g-spot with devastating accuracy. "Come on, let me hear you. Let the whole building hear how good I'm fucking this pussy."
"Ohhh god, oh fuck, fuck!” Your vocabulary shattered into nothing but profanity and his name, repeated like a prayer. Your nails tore at the sheets as the pressure built, coiling tighter with every snap of his hips.
"That's it, squeeze me just like that," he commanded, his own breath coming faster now despite his efforts to sound unaffected. His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he used your body. "You gonna cum on my cock? Gonna make a mess all over these sheets?"
"Yesyesplease, I'm so close—please let me cum, toru!—"
"Look at you, begging so pretty with tears running down your face." His headlock tightened just a fraction more, his lips brushing your ear. "Go ahead then, baby. Cum for me. Show me how much you love getting fucked into this mattress."
Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your entire body seizing beneath him as you wailed his name into the pillow. Your pussy clamped down on him rhythmically, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you. The tears flowed freely now, mixing with drool on the pillowcase as you completely fell apart.
"Fuuuck, that's good," Gojo grunted, his hips stuttering as your walls strangled him. But he didn't stop—didn't even slow down. He fucked you straight through your orgasm, extending it until you were shaking, oversensitive and overwhelmed. "One more. Give me one more, pretty girl. I know you've got it in you."
"I can't—I can't, it's too much—" But even as you protested, you could feel it building again, impossibly fast, stacking on top of the first orgasm before it even finished.
"Yes you can." His voice was pure sin against your ear. "You're gonna cum again, and then I'm gonna fill this tight little cunt up. That's what you want, isn't it? Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?"
Those filthy words pushed you right over the edge again, a second orgasm ripping through you even harder than the first. You screamed—actually screamed—as your vision went white, barely aware of Gojo's groan as he finally buried himself deep and spilled inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, his softening cock still plugging you full of his cum. His arm loosened around your throat, hand coming up to gently wipe the tears from your cheeks.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder. "My pretty little crybaby."
Your thighs burned as you bounced on Geto's cock, his thick cock stretching you with every drop of your hips. His dark hair fanned across the pillow beneath him, those sharp eyes watching you with an intensity that made your skin flush even darker.
"That's it," he murmured, big hands gripping your waist to guide your rhythm. "Ride it like you mean it, sweetheart. Show me how badly you need this cock."
"Suguru—nngh—" You planted your palms on his chest for leverage, rolling your hips in a desperate grind that dragged his tip against your g-spot. The wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room, obscene and loud in the relative quiet.
His expression shifted, that sweet encouragement hardening into something meaner. "Did I say you could slow down?" His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in as he lifted you up and slammed you back down onto his length. "I said ride. So fucking ride."
"mmf—mmmh! Oh god—" The brutal thrust punched the air from your lungs, and you scrambled to obey, picking up your pace until you were bouncing fast and hard on his dick. Your tits bounced with the movement, catching his attention immediately.
"Look at these," Geto breathed, one hand leaving your hip to palm your breast roughly. "Bouncing right in my face like you're begging for attention." He sat up suddenly, the change in angle making you cry out as he somehow got even deeper. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you see stars.
"Fuckahhh!, Sugu !" Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands as he alternated between your breasts, laving his tongue over your sensitive nipples before sucking them into his mouth. All while you kept riding him, your pussy clenching desperately around his thickness.
"Mmm, these pretty tits," he mumbled against your skin, teeth grazing your nipple in a way that made your hips stutter. "Taste so fucking good. Keep moving—don't you dare stop."
You whimpered but obeyed, grinding down on him even as his mouth drove you crazy. The dual stimulation was almost too much, pleasure sparking from your nipples straight to your core where he was buried so deep.
You yelped as his palm connected with your ass, the sharp sting radiating through your flesh and making your pussy clamp down on him involuntarily.
"Did I say you could slow down?" Geto pulled back from your chest just enough to look up at you, dark eyes glittering with something dangerous. "I can feel you getting lazy, sweetheart."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" You picked up the pace again, bouncing harder, faster, your ass jiggling with every impact. Another slap landed on your other cheek, and you moaned shamelessly at the pain-pleasure of it.
"That's better." His voice was sweet again, almost tender, even as his hand came down on your ass a third time. "See? You can be such a good girl when you try." He leaned in, capturing your nipple between his teeth and tugging gently. "Now keep fucking yourself on my cock until you cum. I want to feel this pussy squeeze me."
"Sugu, please, please—" You weren't even sure what you were begging for anymore. More? Mercy? Both? Your thighs screamed with exertion, but you couldn't stop, not with his mouth on your tits and his cock filling you so perfectly and his hands gripping your ass where he'd spanked you raw.
"Please what?" He was mean again, that sharp edge back in his voice. "Use your words or you’re gonna have to use your fingers to cum tonight, baby."
"Please make me cum!" The words tore out of you, desperate and needy. "I need it, I need to cum on your cock, please Suguru, I've been good, I've been riding you so good—"
"Hmm, you have been good." Sweet again, so sweet it gave you whiplash. He pressed a gentle kiss to the swell of your breast even as his hips started thrusting up to meet your downward movements, doubling the intensity. "Okay, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel it."
The combination of his sweet permission and his brutal pace shattered you. You came with a scream, your pussy convulsing around him as you collapsed forward against his chest. He held you through it, still fucking up into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking and sobbing against his neck.
"Good girl," he murmured, stroking your hair even as his hips snapped up harder, chasing his own release. "Such a good fucking girl for me."
"There we go," he breathed against your lips, fully seated inside you now. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart. So perfect for me."
"K-Ken—" His name was a prayer on your lips as he pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a steady rhythm that had the bed creaking beneath you. His pace was controlled, deliberate—each stroke calculated to drag against every sensitive spot inside you.
"That's it." His voice was low, rough with restrained desire. "Let me hear you. You sound so beautiful."
Emboldened by his praise, you stopped trying to muffle your moans. They spilled out freely now—breathy whines and desperate gasps as he fucked you with that maddening precision. "Feels so good, oh god, you feel so good inside me—"
"You feel incredible," he returned, pressing his forehead to yours. "So warm and tight. Like you were made for me." His hips snapped forward harder on the last word, making you cry out. "Were you? Made just for me to fill up?"
"Yes! Yes, Kento, only for you—nghh!"
Something shifted in his eyes at your words. That carefully maintained control cracked, and suddenly his pace turned brutal. He braced himself better, hiking your legs higher around his waist as he started truly fucking you—hard, deep strokes that had the headboard slamming against the wall.
"You're doing so well," he groaned, even as he pounded into you without mercy. "Taking everything I give you. Such a good girl. My good girl."
The praise combined with the rough pace had you spiraling fast, pleasure coiling tight in your belly. "Kento, Ken, I'm gonna—I'm so close—"
"I know, sweetheart. I can feel you squeezing me." He shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was grinding against your clit while his tip battered your g-spot. "Go ahead. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel."
"Fuckfuckfuck!" You were babbling, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. "I need it, I need to cum, Kento please let me—"
"You have my permission." He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as you shattered beneath him. Your pussy clamped down on his cock rhythmically, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. He fucked you through it, murmuring praise against your lips the entire time.
"Beautiful. So beautiful when you cum. That's my girl. You're doing so well."
Your orgasm seemed to last forever, extended by his words and his relentless pace. When it finally ebbed, you were limp beneath him, oversensitive and trembling. But he wasn't done.
"One more," he said, and it wasn't a request. His pace hadn't slowed at all. "Give me one more, sweetheart. I know you can."
"Kento, I can't—it's too much—" But even as you protested, you could feel the pleasure building again, impossibly fast.
"Yes you can. You're my good girl, remember?" His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you arching off the bed with a wail. "Come on. One more, and then I'll fill you up. You want that, don't you? Want me to cum inside this perfect pussy?"
"Yesss! Oh god, I want it—" The second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, your vision going white as you screamed his name. You felt him groan against your neck, his hips stuttering as he finally let go, spilling deep inside you.
He stayed inside you as you both came down, pressing gentle kisses across your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips.
"You were perfect," he murmured. "Absolutely perfect."
"Look at that," he laughed, and you could hear the smug grin in his voice. "So fucking eager. Bet you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Waiting for me to come home and wreck this little cunt."
"Toji, please—" You wiggled your hips impatiently, desperate to feel him.
A large hand cracked against your ass, making you yelp. "Did I say you could speak, brat?" His palm smoothed over the stinging flesh almost soothingly before gripping hard. "Fuck, look at this ass. Made for me to ruin."
You bit your lip to keep quiet, even as your pussy clenched around nothing. His hands spread your cheeks apart, exposing you completely to his gaze.
"Dripping wet already. Pathetic." But his voice was thick with want, betraying his own need. You felt the thick head of his cock drag through your folds, gathering your arousal, and whimpered.
"What was that? I thought I told you to stay quiet." His hand fisted in your hair suddenly, yanking your head back hard enough to make you gasp. "Or do you want me to give you something to really scream about?"
"Please," you whined, unable to help yourself. "Please fuck me, Toji, I need your cock so bad—"
"Since you asked so nicely." He slammed forward without warning, burying his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust. You did scream then—his cock was huge, stretching you to your limits, filling you so completely you could barely breathe.
"Fuck baby, how are you tight," he groaned, his grip on your hair keeping your back arched painfully as he bottomed out. "Forgot how small this pussy is. Barely fits around me."
"T-too big—" The words came out broken, tears springing to your eyes at the intense stretch. "You're too big, I can't—"
"You can and you will." He pulled back and slammed forward again, setting a punishing pace that had you seeing stars. "This pussy's gonna take every fucking inch whether it likes it or not."
The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your desperate moans and his rough grunts. His hand stayed fisted in your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with every thrust.
"Look at you," he laughed breathlessly, "taking it like the desperate little slut you are. Bet you love this, don't you? Love being used like a fucking toy?"
"Yes! Yes, I love it, I love your cock—ohgodohgodohgod—" You were babbling, words spilling out without thought as he rearranged your insides. He was so deep, hitting spots you didn't know existed, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back.
"That's what I thought." His free hand came down on your ass again, the sharp sting making you clench around him. "Cockhungry little whore. Can't even think straight when you're getting fucked, can you?"
"N-no, can't think—only you, only your cock—Fuckkk!" He'd changed his angle, and now every thrust was punching against your cervix, pleasure-pain that had you sobbing into the mattress.
"Gonna cum already? I can feel this slutty pussy squeezing me." His pace somehow got even faster, harder, the bed frame protesting loudly beneath you. "Go ahead then. Cum on my cock like the desperate little thing you are."
"Toji, Toji, ji!" His name was the only thing you could say as your orgasm crashed through you, your entire body seizing as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Your pussy strangled his cock, milking him desperately as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you.
"Fuck yeah, that's it," he growled, fucking you through your orgasm without mercy. "Squeeze that cock. Milk every drop out of me."
He came with a groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding your insides with his release. You could feel it—hot and thick, filling you up until it started leaking out around his shaft.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. Then he pulled out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss.
"Don't move." His voice was still rough, satisfied. "I want to watch my cum drip out of you."
Sukuna's massive form loomed over you, his four arms caging you in against the bed. His cock—god, his cock—was enormous, inhuman in its size, the thick head already pressing against your entrance. You'd never taken anything that big. You weren't sure you could.
"K-kuna—" Your voice trembled, a mix of fear and desperate arousal. "I don't know if it'll fit—"
"It'll fit." His grin was cruel, all sharp teeth and malicious intent. "I'll make it fit." Two of his hands gripped your thighs, folding you nearly in half until your knees were pressed to your shoulders. "And you're going to take every inch like the pathetic little slut you are." He pushed forward, and you moan loudly.
The stretch was unreal—bordering on too much, your pussy struggling to accommodate his monstrous girth. He didn't stop, didn't give you time to adjust, just kept pushing until he was fully sheathed inside you. You could see the bulge of him in your stomach, could feel him in your throat, impossibly deep.
"Look at that," he purred, one hand pressing against the bulge. "I can see myself inside you. Your tiny little cunt stuffed full of my cock." He pressed harder, and you wailed. "Can you feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
"Too deep—too much—" Tears streamed down your face, but your pussy was clenching around him desperately, betraying how much your body craved this despite the overwhelming stretch.
"Shut up." He pulled back and slammed forward, punching a scream from your lungs. "You'll take what I give you and be grateful for it."
He started fucking you in earnest then, brutal thrusts that had your entire body jolting with each impact. The mating press position left you completely at his mercy, folded in half and pinned beneath his massive body, unable to do anything but take it.
"This is what you were made for," Sukuna growled, his pace relentless. "A tight little hole for me to fuck. To fill up with my seed until you're dripping with it." His claws dug into your thighs, drawing thin lines of blood that only seemed to excite him more. "You want that, don't you? Want me to knock you up?"
"Yes!" The word tore out of you before you could stop it. "Please, please breed me, fill me up, I need it—"
"Pathetic." But he was grinning, clearly pleased by your desperation. "Begging a king to put a baby in you. What a dumb little slut."
His pace increased impossibly, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing through the room. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your walls, stimulating nerves you didn't know you had.
"Gonna cum—nghh," you gasped, the pressure building rapidly. "Gonna cum on your cock, please let me—"
"Did I say you could cum?" His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "You cum when I tell you to cum. Understood?"
"Please, please, I can't hold it—" You were sobbing now, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Kuna, please, I'll do anything—"
"Anything?" His grin sharpened. "Then beg me to breed you. Beg me to fill this pretty cunt with my seed. Convince me you're worthy of carrying my offspring."
"Please breed me!" The words spilled out desperately. "Please fill me up, I need your cum inside me, I want to be so full of you, please kuna!, I'll be so good, just please let me cum—"
"Good enough." His hand tightened on your throat as his hips pistoned faster. "Cum. Now."
Your orgasm hit like a freight train, your entire body convulsing as you screamed his name. Your pussy clamped down on his massive cock so tight it was almost painful, milking him desperately.
He came with an animalistic roar, burying himself impossibly deep as he flooded your womb with his release. You could feel it—so much cum, filling you up until your stomach actually distended slightly from the sheer volume.
"That's it," he growled, still pumping into you. "Take it all. Every last drop.”
"Is this... is this okay?"
Choso's voice was soft, uncertain, his chest pressed against your back as he held you close. His cock was already inside you, had been for several minutes now while he worked up the courage to actually move. You could feel him trembling slightly, overwhelmed by sensation.
"It's perfect," you assured him, reaching back to thread your fingers through his dark hair. "You can move whenever you're ready."
"I just—" He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so good. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me, Choso." You rolled your hips back against him gently, making him gasp. "I promise. I can take it."
"But I'm—" He cut himself off, embarrassed. "I've been told I'm... b-bigger than average. I don't want to—"
You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you. "Baby, I know. I can feel it." His cock was stretching you deliciously, filling you so completely. "And it feels amazing. Please, Choso. I need you to move."
He made a small, desperate sound against your neck, and finally—finally—his hips pulled back and pushed forward in a tentative thrust.
"Oh fuck," you moaned, the drag of his thick length against your walls sending sparks through your entire body. "Yes, just like that. Keep going."
"You—you like it?" He sounded genuinely surprised, even as his hips started finding a rhythm. "It doesn't hurt?"
"It feels so good," you assured him, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "You feel so good inside me, Choso. So big and thick—"
He whimpered—actually whimpered—at your words, his pace increasing slightly. "I didn't know—no one ever told me—"
"That your cock is fucking perfect?" You clenched around him deliberately, making him moan. "Because it is. Stretching me so good, filling me up just right—"
"Please," he gasped, his arm tightening around your waist. "Please don't say things like that, I'll—I won't be able to—"
"Won't be able to what? Control yourself?" You rolled your hips back harder, fucking yourself on his cock. "Good. I don't want you to control yourself. I want you to use me."
Something snapped in him at your words. His hips started moving faster, harder, that tentative rhythm becoming something more desperate. His teeth found your shoulder, biting down gently as he thrust into you with increasing urgency.
"Is this—am I doing it right?" Even now, even as he was fucking you harder than before, he was seeking reassurance. "Does it feel good?"
"So good, Choso, so fucking good—" You were moaning freely now, the angle of the position letting him hit your g-spot with every thrust. "Harder, please, I can take it—"
He obeyed, his hips snapping against your ass with enough force to make the bed creak. "You're so tight," he gasped. "I can barely fit—is that normal? Am I too big?"
"You're perfectahhh!," you assured him, even as your eyes rolled back from the stretch. "Just the right size to ruin me."
"Ruin—?" He sounded scandalized and aroused in equal measure. "I don't want to ruin you, I want to make you feel good—"
"You are, baby, you are—" You reached back to grip his hair, pulling him closer. "I'm gonna cum, Choso. You're gonna make me cum on your big cock."
"Really?" The wonder in his voice was almost heartbreaking. "I can do that?"
"Yes, yes, right there, don't stop—fuck!" The pressure crested and broke, your orgasm washing over you in waves. You cried out his name, your pussy clamping down on him rhythmically.
"Oh—oh god—" Choso's hips stuttered, the sensation of you cumming around him clearly overwhelming. "I'm going to—I can't hold—nghh"
"Inside," you gasped. "Cum inside me, please, I want to feel it—"
He came with a broken moan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you. You could feel his cock pulsing, filling you with warmth. His whole body shook against yours, overwhelmed by pleasure.
"That was..." He trailed off, panting against your neck. "I didn't know it could feel like that."
"We're just getting started," you promised, squeezing around him gently. "
