my dirty little secret

To hear him panting, thanking me. To hear his soft moans mixed in with my loving gags. To hear his balls bounce off my chin as he pushes faster, needing the feeling of my tongue down his shaft.

To lick his tip, to taste his cum. Oh to have a pretty boy fuck my face like im his, just for me to treat him like my pretty baby.

To cuddle him and slowly stroke his already overstimulated cock. To give him soft kisses that lead to playful bites and hickeys.

Or worse when she sinks down on my strap nice and slow, hands gripping my shoulders like she’s trying to break me. And I’m just sitting there, helpless, whining, begging to touch her, to feel her skin under my hands.

But she grabs my chin, looks me dead in the eyes, and says

‘No, baby. You don’t deserve to touch me yet. Just sit there and watch me. Be a good boy and let me use you”

it might be just me who thinks about that like a lot

Suguru Geto holds your thighs wide open while he sits underneath you, cock hard and thick underneath his pants, while Satoru Gojo spits a bubbly trail right on your clit.

You whine out at it, jerking just a bit, for them both to laugh - Suguru’s dark chuckle and Satoru’s throaty, full one. Bright blue eyes look up while a tongue ring flicks against your ear.

'You're so wet already,' Satoru murmurs, parting your folds and watching arousal drip from your little hole. 'I haven't even touched you yet, sweetheart.'

'She's easy,' the man under you reaches around, one big hand on your breast under your top, the other finding your clit with your skirt shoving higher up your thighs. 'She can't help how slutty she is, Satoru.'

'Fuck, she must love that, she's soaked,' Satoru leans down now, kneeling between your thighs that tremble, tongue gathering some of the juices that spilled and moaning. 'You been keeping this all to yourself? Selfish.'

'Mnh!' One hand clings to silky white locks, the other holds onto Suguru’s arm for support, Satoru's moan tickling your cunt. He laps a filthy stripe right up your slit, coating his tastebuds with you, smiling while Sugruru keeps rolling a rough fingertip on your twitchy clit.

'Of course I'm selfish,' Suguru gathers your arousal and sucks it off his fingers, moaning. 'She tastes too good.'

'Mmm, you never did share your sweets I guess,' Satoru slips a finger in your hole, while Sugruru shoves one in your mouth. Breath on your neck, long finger curling right on that spot in gummy, grippy walls. 'Like that, don't ya? Pulsin' already.'

'Ngh!' you don't have any words, overwhelmed by the sensations when Satoru fingers you with two now, stretching around him, and Suguru takes his head and buries it against your clit. 'Oh f-fuck!'

'You love it, his mouth... don't you? Slutty girl,' Suguru taunts you, hands gripping your thighs and lifting for more and more of Satoru's long pink tongue. 'Love having both of us?'

You don't admit it, you're too fucked up when Satoru makes your clit vibrate, and Suguru is gently choking your throat, rutting his cock against your ass. Satoru moans when you start gushing, fingers working faster and faster, you're losing oxygen.

'That's it, hah- show him how much you love it,' Suguru kisses your lips all sloppy, you whine into it, hips arching up to fuck Satoru's pretty face. 'Squirt all over him, huh? Show him how messy your cunt is.'

You shatter, cunt pulsing around thick digits now. As if on Sugruru's command you're gushing and squirting while Satoru makes you cum so hard you're gasping for breath. Constricted by Sugrurus fingers you barely make a sound.

'Oh fuck,' Satoru stares in wonder at the clear stick arousal pouring, fingering the mess side to side and smirking. 'Your cunt is so slutty, think she needs more.'

Sugruru soon is in Satoru’s spot, but Satoru has his thick cock buried to the hilt. Sitting unmoving and shoved into your cervix, while Suguru sucks on your clit, teasing and edging you.

'Please, mnh, move - ah!' You're begging Satoru, but their chuckles just show they're nowhere near done teasing you.

✦ . mdni ﾉ fuck it, gojo in a maid outift

Gojo surprising you by wearing a maid outfit, feeling embarrassed and part of him only playing around until he’s realising just how turned on you are. Smile on his face as your hands play with the fabric of his skirt, chuckling at how flustered you seem to be.

“I didn’t think you’d actually like this…” he hums, amused, “pervert.”

“I’ve not said anything,” you frown, “and I don’t want to hear that from you.”

“I’m not the one getting turned on by a man dressed as a maid.”

Your hands are feeling him up, disguised as touching the dress in curiosity, “And what if I was wearing this?”

A long pause, “That’s not the point.”

“Mhm,” rolling your eyes, “I think it’s exactly the–”

He’s cutting you off with a kiss, lips full on yours, tongue licking against your own. You’re taking the lead back from him before he can really register that it’s happening, your hands sliding under his dress. Fully intending to kiss him dizzy, overwhelm him with your touch.

If he’s done this for you then you’re going to enjoy it how you want, delighting in how he whines against you when your nails tickle against his thigh. Sucking on his tongue when you pull back, loving the way his lips chase after yours, not wanting the kiss to end.

He’s huffing against you, frustrated that you’ve pulled back and just when he’s about to open his mouth to verbalise that frustration; you’re leaning in to give a series of pecks to his lips. Enough so he can’t talk, especially since he’s returning each one like he can’t help himself.

Gojo’s cock twitches when your fingers drag up his inner thigh and back down, needy moan leaving him at your touch moving further away from his aching erection. Biting his lip to somewhat supress the sounds he’s making when your mouth trails down his neck, sucking and nipping at his flushed skin.