Nikka໒꒱

Synopsis: Purposefully pissing off your nerdy boyfriend while he’s tutoring you so he can punish you

CW: rough sex, sub to dom Choso, punishment, cum denial, spanking, brat taming, floor sex, pussy eating, overstimulation, edging

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

The textbook had been open to the same page for forty minutes. Choso had pointed it out twice already, in that careful measured voice he used when he was trying very hard to be patient with you.

The living room floor was scattered with his notes — neat, color-coded, annotated — and you were sitting cross-legged beside him with your chin in your hand, not looking at any of it.

You were looking at him.

“Okay so the derivative of a composite function,” Choso explained to you, tapping the page with his pencil, eyes down, long dark hair falling slightly forward over his shoulder, “is what we’ve been going over for the last twenty minutes, and if you could just—” he glanced sideways at you and his sentence died. “You aren’t even looking, babe.”

“I’m looking at you,” you said pleasantly.

“That’s not—” he pressed his lips together. “that’s not the same thing.”

“Mhm.” You reached out and twirled a strand of his hair around your finger, lazy and unhurried, watching the way it curled. “You have really pretty hair.”

Choso looked at your hand in his hair. Looked back at the textbook. Exhaled through his nose with the particular energy of a man exercising enormous self-control.

“T-Thank you?” he stumbled and stuttered over his words. “The chain rule—“

“It’s so soft.” You kept twirling it. “Did you wash it today? It feels like conditioner.”

“I—“ a pause “yes, I use conditioner, that’s not” he reached up and gently removed your hand from his hair, setting it back in your lap with a precision that made you want to smile— “that’s not relevant right now. Focus please.”

“I am focused?” You raised an eyebrow. “On the material.” He corrected.

“You’re more cuter than the material.” Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.

He gave you a look and sighed. “The chain rule states,” he began again, voice resuming its careful instructional cadence, “that if you have a function inside another function, you take the derivative of the outside”

You reached over and tugged the string of his grey sweatpants.

Choso stopped talking.

He looked down at your hand. You were pulling the drawstring out slowly, watching it unravel from its bow with the focused attention you had conspicuously failed to give anything in this textbook.

“What,” he said, “are you doing?”

“It was loose,” you said, way too cheerfully.

“It was not—” he took the string from your fingers and retied it, jaw visibly tight. “it was tied. Can you please—”

“Your ears are red, baby” you observed. They were. The tips of his ears had gone a warm pink that crept down toward his jaw, and you watched it with deep satisfaction.

“They’re not” he groaned “They really are.” You leaned in slightly. “It’s cute.”

“I’m trying to help you pass your final,” Choso said, with the energy of someone who had been very calm for a very long time and was beginning to run low on reserves. ”You called me. You said, and I quote, Choso I’m going to fail, please come over”

“I do need you,” you agreed. “— and I came over, and I made notes, and I reorganized them twice because you said the first color system was confusing—“ he continued

“And now you won’t even—” he stopped. Pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose. Breathed. “Please,” he said, with immense restraint, “look at the page.”

You looked at the page for approximately four seconds.

Then you looked back at him.

“I don’t understand it,” you said. “I know you don’t understand it, that’s why I’m—”

“Can you explain it again?” Something flickered across his expression. “…Yes. Okay. Yes.” He shifted the textbook toward you, pointing. “So here, this is your composite function, f of g of x, and what you need to do first is — ”

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Choso went very still.

“You’re comfortable,” you said, before he could speak. “Is this a new hoodie?”

“You—” he closed his eyes briefly “you can be comfortable and also pay attention”

“Ohh, okay” You turned your face slightly into his shoulder. He smelled like whatever fabric softener he used and something warm underneath it that was just him, and you made a contented sound that had nothing to do with calculus.

“Are you smelling me,” he said flatly. “No.” Answered way too fast.

“You definitely are.”

“I’m listening. Keep going. Composite function.” A pause. You felt him look down at you. You kept your expression neutral and attentive.

“…f of g of x,” he resumed, slower now, like he was waiting for the next interruption. “You take the derivative of the outside function first, leaving the inside alone, and then you multiply by”

You reached over and pulled the sweatpants string again.

“Stop,” the word came out sharper than anything he’d said yet. He caught your hand again, but this time his grip lingered, thumb pressing into your wrist like he was fighting the urge to pin you down right there.

“Sorry,” you said, not sorry at all.

He studied your face, really looked, and you watched the exact moment his patience finally snapped.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he said.

“Doing what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely between you and the textbook. “You don’t need help at all.”

You widened your eyes. “I’m just having trouble focusing”

“You got a ninety-two on the last exam.”

A beat.

“…That was a fluke,“ you tried.

“It was not a fluke, you texted me a picture of it.” His voice had dropped. “You don’t need me to teach you the chain rule.”

“I might have forgotten it.”

“You haven’t forgotten it.” He pushed his glasses off the bridge of his nose. “Why,” he said, measured and quiet, “are you actually doing this.”

You let the smile come.

“I’m not doing anything,” you said sweetly, “I promise baby, I just need help.”

Choso closed the textbook with a quiet, decisive snap.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, tongue sliding against yours, filthy and claiming, devouring your mouth like he was already imagining how your pussy would taste. When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “Lay down. On the floor. Now.”

You obeyed, heart hammering, cunt already throbbing with slick heat. He moved over you like a shadow, caging you in with those long arms, hair falling around his face like a dark curtain.

“You wanted my attention,” he murmured against your neck, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. “Now you’re gonna get fucked stupid for wasting my time, you needy little slut.”

“Choso—” you whimpered, already soaked.

“Use your words, baby. You wouldn’t shut up for forty minutes.”

His hands yanked your shirt off, then dragged your shorts and panties down your legs in one rough pull, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool air. He settled between your thighs and the first slow, wet drag of his hot tongue over your swollen folds ripped a broken moan from your throat.

“Fuck—! Ahh— Choso—! Oh my god—!”

He ate your pussy like he was starving, slow and deliberate, tongue fucking deep into your tight hole before sucking hard on your throbbing clit with devastating precision. Your back arched violently off the carpet, fingers clawing desperately at nothing as filthy, desperate sounds spilled out of you nonstop.

“Mmmh—! Ohhh fuck— baby— fuck—! Your tongue feels so good—! Don’t stop— ahhn—!”

He pulled back just as you were about to tip over the edge, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping messily onto the carpet.

“Nooo—! Choso please—! I need it—!”

“You made me explain the chain rule four times,” he said calmly, kissing your trembling, soaked thigh. “We’re taking our time”

He brought you to the edge again and again, tongue lapping messily at your juices, sucking your clit until it was swollen and pulsing, until you were a sobbing, dripping wreck, thighs shaking violently around his head, voice hoarse from screaming.

When he finally let you cum, you shattered hard. Your orgasm crashed through you so violently your vision whited out, a wrecked, shameless scream tearing from your throat as your hips jerked wildly against his mouth, pussy gushing all over his face.

But he didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking through your orgasm, overstimulating your sensitive clit until you were thrashing.

“Fuuuck! It’s too much,Baby! Ohmygod— I’m gonna cum again!”

“You can take it,” he growled, voice muffled against your soaked, twitching pussy, chin shiny with your cum. “You’re gonna cum again like the cock-hungry little brat you are. This pussy belongs to me now.”

The second orgasm hit even harder, leaving you completely fucked out, drooling and whimpering incoherently, mind blissfully blank except for him and the overwhelming pleasure.

He finally pulled back, lips and chin shiny with your slick, eyes dark with raw lust. “Roll over.” You nodded and did as he said.

You could barely move, limbs shaking, but you obeyed on shaky limbs. He gripped your hips bruisingly, yanked them up high, and pressed a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down into the carpet so your ass was presented like a needy whore.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice rough as he rubbed his thick, leaking cock against your dripping, puffy folds, teasing your entrance.

“I want your cock s-so bad. Please stuff me full! ” He pushed in with one deep, brutal thrust, stretching your tight cunt open so perfectly you screamed into the carpet, eyes rolling back as he bottomed out against your cervix.

“Chosoo! Oh my fucking god—You’re so big! ahhh—”

He fucked you hard, deep, relentless, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching obscenely around his cock. Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs and melted your brain into cock-drunk mush.

“F-fuck—baby! Too deep—nghh!”

“You gonna pay attention next time?” he panted, spanking your ass hard, the sting blooming hot.

“I will-I will. I promise just! F-fuckk—” He flipped you onto your back, pushed your thighs to your chest in a mating press, and drove back in even deeper. You were completely cock-drunk, eyes glassy and crossed, mouth hanging open, moaning like a brainless whore with every brutal thrust, pussy creaming messily around his thick cock.

“Gonna cum— please let me cum on your cock!”

“Cmon, cum on my cock.” You shattered again, clenching around him like a vice, your whole body convulsing as a broken string of sobs, moans, and screams fell from your lips. Your pussy squirted around him as he fucked you through it, soaking his cock and the carpet beneath you.

He followed right after with a low, guttural groan, burying himself balls-deep as he pumped you full of thick, hot cum, flooding your wrecked pussy until it leaked out around his shaft.

For a long moment, the only sound was both of you trying to catch your breath, your body still twitching with aftershocks.

You stared at the ceiling, brain still floating somewhere far away, pussy still twitching and leaking his cum.

“Cho baby…” you mumbled, voice hoarse and fucked-out.

“Mhm?”

“What’s the chain rule.”

He let out a tired, fond laugh and gave your ass one last lazy spank.

“The derivative of the outside function times the derivative of the inside function.”

“Oh...That’s not that hard.”

He looked down at your completely wrecked, blissed-out, cum-drunk face and smirked.

“See how much you learn when you pay attention?”

You just gave him a dazed, dopey little smile.

Synopsis: Purposefully pissing off your nerdy boyfriend while he’s tutoring you so he can punish you

CW: rough sex, sub to dom Choso, punishment, cum denial, spanking, brat taming, floor sex, pussy eating, overstimulation, edging

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

The textbook had been open to the same page for forty minutes. Choso had pointed it out twice already, in that careful measured voice he used when he was trying very hard to be patient with you.

The living room floor was scattered with his notes — neat, color-coded, annotated — and you were sitting cross-legged beside him with your chin in your hand, not looking at any of it.

You were looking at him.

“Okay so the derivative of a composite function,” Choso explained to you, tapping the page with his pencil, eyes down, long dark hair falling slightly forward over his shoulder, “is what we’ve been going over for the last twenty minutes, and if you could just—” he glanced sideways at you and his sentence died. “You aren’t even looking, babe.”

“I’m looking at you,” you said pleasantly.

“That’s not—” he pressed his lips together. “that’s not the same thing.”

“Mhm.” You reached out and twirled a strand of his hair around your finger, lazy and unhurried, watching the way it curled. “You have really pretty hair.”

Choso looked at your hand in his hair. Looked back at the textbook. Exhaled through his nose with the particular energy of a man exercising enormous self-control.

“T-Thank you?” he stumbled and stuttered over his words. “The chain rule—“

“It’s so soft.” You kept twirling it. “Did you wash it today? It feels like conditioner.”

“I—“ a pause “yes, I use conditioner, that’s not” he reached up and gently removed your hand from his hair, setting it back in your lap with a precision that made you want to smile— “that’s not relevant right now. Focus please.”

“I am focused?” You raised an eyebrow. “On the material.” He corrected.

“You’re more cuter than the material.” Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.

He gave you a look and sighed. “The chain rule states,” he began again, voice resuming its careful instructional cadence, “that if you have a function inside another function, you take the derivative of the outside”

You reached over and tugged the string of his grey sweatpants.

Choso stopped talking.

He looked down at your hand. You were pulling the drawstring out slowly, watching it unravel from its bow with the focused attention you had conspicuously failed to give anything in this textbook.

“What,” he said, “are you doing?”

“It was loose,” you said, way too cheerfully.

“It was not—” he took the string from your fingers and retied it, jaw visibly tight. “it was tied. Can you please—”

“Your ears are red, baby” you observed. They were. The tips of his ears had gone a warm pink that crept down toward his jaw, and you watched it with deep satisfaction.

“They’re not” he groaned “They really are.” You leaned in slightly. “It’s cute.”

“I’m trying to help you pass your final,” Choso said, with the energy of someone who had been very calm for a very long time and was beginning to run low on reserves. ”You called me. You said, and I quote, Choso I’m going to fail, please come over”

“I do need you,” you agreed. “— and I came over, and I made notes, and I reorganized them twice because you said the first color system was confusing—“ he continued

“And now you won’t even—” he stopped. Pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose. Breathed. “Please,” he said, with immense restraint, “look at the page.”

You looked at the page for approximately four seconds.

Then you looked back at him.

“I don’t understand it,” you said. “I know you don’t understand it, that’s why I’m—”

“Can you explain it again?” Something flickered across his expression. “…Yes. Okay. Yes.” He shifted the textbook toward you, pointing. “So here, this is your composite function, f of g of x, and what you need to do first is — ”

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Choso went very still.

“You’re comfortable,” you said, before he could speak. “Is this a new hoodie?”

“You—” he closed his eyes briefly “you can be comfortable and also pay attention”

“Ohh, okay” You turned your face slightly into his shoulder. He smelled like whatever fabric softener he used and something warm underneath it that was just him, and you made a contented sound that had nothing to do with calculus.

“Are you smelling me,” he said flatly. “No.” Answered way too fast.

“You definitely are.”

“I’m listening. Keep going. Composite function.” A pause. You felt him look down at you. You kept your expression neutral and attentive.

“…f of g of x,” he resumed, slower now, like he was waiting for the next interruption. “You take the derivative of the outside function first, leaving the inside alone, and then you multiply by”

You reached over and pulled the sweatpants string again.

“Stop,” the word came out sharper than anything he’d said yet. He caught your hand again, but this time his grip lingered, thumb pressing into your wrist like he was fighting the urge to pin you down right there.

“Sorry,” you said, not sorry at all.

He studied your face, really looked, and you watched the exact moment his patience finally snapped.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he said.

“Doing what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely between you and the textbook. “You don’t need help at all.”

You widened your eyes. “I’m just having trouble focusing”

“You got a ninety-two on the last exam.”

A beat.

“…That was a fluke,“ you tried.

“It was not a fluke, you texted me a picture of it.” His voice had dropped. “You don’t need me to teach you the chain rule.”

“I might have forgotten it.”

“You haven’t forgotten it.” He pushed his glasses off the bridge of his nose. “Why,” he said, measured and quiet, “are you actually doing this.”

You let the smile come.

“I’m not doing anything,” you said sweetly, “I promise baby, I just need help.”

Choso closed the textbook with a quiet, decisive snap.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, tongue sliding against yours, filthy and claiming, devouring your mouth like he was already imagining how your pussy would taste. When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “Lay down. On the floor. Now.”

You obeyed, heart hammering, cunt already throbbing with slick heat. He moved over you like a shadow, caging you in with those long arms, hair falling around his face like a dark curtain.

“You wanted my attention,” he murmured against your neck, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. “Now you’re gonna get fucked stupid for wasting my time, you needy little slut.”

“Choso—” you whimpered, already soaked.

“Use your words, baby. You wouldn’t shut up for forty minutes.”

His hands yanked your shirt off, then dragged your shorts and panties down your legs in one rough pull, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool air. He settled between your thighs and the first slow, wet drag of his hot tongue over your swollen folds ripped a broken moan from your throat.

“Fuck—! Ahh— Choso—! Oh my god—!”

He ate your pussy like he was starving, slow and deliberate, tongue fucking deep into your tight hole before sucking hard on your throbbing clit with devastating precision. Your back arched violently off the carpet, fingers clawing desperately at nothing as filthy, desperate sounds spilled out of you nonstop.

“Mmmh—! Ohhh fuck— baby— fuck—! Your tongue feels so good—! Don’t stop— ahhn—!”

He pulled back just as you were about to tip over the edge, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping messily onto the carpet.

“Nooo—! Choso please—! I need it—!”

“You made me explain the chain rule four times,” he said calmly, kissing your trembling, soaked thigh. “We’re taking our time”

He brought you to the edge again and again, tongue lapping messily at your juices, sucking your clit until it was swollen and pulsing, until you were a sobbing, dripping wreck, thighs shaking violently around his head, voice hoarse from screaming.

When he finally let you cum, you shattered hard. Your orgasm crashed through you so violently your vision whited out, a wrecked, shameless scream tearing from your throat as your hips jerked wildly against his mouth, pussy gushing all over his face.

But he didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking through your orgasm, overstimulating your sensitive clit until you were thrashing.

“Fuuuck! It’s too much,Baby! Ohmygod— I’m gonna cum again!”

“You can take it,” he growled, voice muffled against your soaked, twitching pussy, chin shiny with your cum. “You’re gonna cum again like the cock-hungry little brat you are. This pussy belongs to me now.”

The second orgasm hit even harder, leaving you completely fucked out, drooling and whimpering incoherently, mind blissfully blank except for him and the overwhelming pleasure.

He finally pulled back, lips and chin shiny with your slick, eyes dark with raw lust. “Roll over.” You nodded and did as he said.

You could barely move, limbs shaking, but you obeyed on shaky limbs. He gripped your hips bruisingly, yanked them up high, and pressed a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down into the carpet so your ass was presented like a needy whore.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice rough as he rubbed his thick, leaking cock against your dripping, puffy folds, teasing your entrance.

“I want your cock s-so bad. Please stuff me full! ” He pushed in with one deep, brutal thrust, stretching your tight cunt open so perfectly you screamed into the carpet, eyes rolling back as he bottomed out against your cervix.

“Chosoo! Oh my fucking god—You’re so big! ahhh—”

He fucked you hard, deep, relentless, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching obscenely around his cock. Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs and melted your brain into cock-drunk mush.

“F-fuck—baby! Too deep—nghh!”

“You gonna pay attention next time?” he panted, spanking your ass hard, the sting blooming hot.

“I will-I will. I promise just! F-fuckk—” He flipped you onto your back, pushed your thighs to your chest in a mating press, and drove back in even deeper. You were completely cock-drunk, eyes glassy and crossed, mouth hanging open, moaning like a brainless whore with every brutal thrust, pussy creaming messily around his thick cock.

“Gonna cum— please let me cum on your cock!”

“Cmon, cum on my cock.” You shattered again, clenching around him like a vice, your whole body convulsing as a broken string of sobs, moans, and screams fell from your lips. Your pussy squirted around him as he fucked you through it, soaking his cock and the carpet beneath you.

He followed right after with a low, guttural groan, burying himself balls-deep as he pumped you full of thick, hot cum, flooding your wrecked pussy until it leaked out around his shaft.

For a long moment, the only sound was both of you trying to catch your breath, your body still twitching with aftershocks.

You stared at the ceiling, brain still floating somewhere far away, pussy still twitching and leaking his cum.

“Cho baby…” you mumbled, voice hoarse and fucked-out.

“Mhm?”

“What’s the chain rule.”

He let out a tired, fond laugh and gave your ass one last lazy spank.

“The derivative of the outside function times the derivative of the inside function.”

“Oh...That’s not that hard.”

He looked down at your completely wrecked, blissed-out, cum-drunk face and smirked.

“See how much you learn when you pay attention?”

You just gave him a dazed, dopey little smile.

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Nerd!Reader Gojo never expected your virgin pussy to feel this insanely good when he pulled your skirt and panties down in one go and threw you on the bed to fuck you instead of paying for your tutoring sessions. The moment he pushed his thick cock inside your tight, dripping heat, his usual cocky smirk vanished as you clenched around him like a vice.

“Fuckuh! You sure this your first time getting fucked?” he groaned, gripping your hips harder while slamming deeper. You whimpered, fingers digging into the mattress , moaning breathlessly. Nodding as your face is still buried in the pillow underneath you. He chuckled darkly, leaning down to bite your ear as he pounded into you relentlessly. “—Haah— maybe my cock is too big for this little cunt, you’re so —fuck!— tight, baby”

TA!Toji What started as a desperate attempt to fuck your way into a better grade had quickly turned into something far more dangerous the second he sat you on his lap, skirt thrown across the room, and buried his massive, veiny dick deep inside your tight pussy as he makes you ride him.

“Tojiahh— hah— you’re too big!” He let out a dark, mocking laugh and grabbed the back of your hair. “Too big? You’re the one who came here begging to get fucked for an A, pathetic. Now take every inch of this cock”. “If you want that grade, you’re gonna have to prove you deserve it”

Frat!Sukuna You never meant for it to go this far, but the second Frat President Sukuna dragged you into his messy bedroom during the house party, your boyfriend was long forgotten. He had you laid underneath him , your soaked panties torn apart as he slammed his thick, pierced cock deep into your tight pussy.

“Fuck! this pussy is gripping me so damn hard,” Sukuna growled against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks while he pounded into you with brutal, relentless strokes. You moaned shamelessly, nails digging into the pillows, gasping between broken cries, “Sukuna—nghh—Ohmygod! My b-boyfriend — he’s looking f-for me”. “Him? That pathetic loser can’t fuck this pussy like do. Tell me how much better my cock feels stretching you out, slut. I want everyone downstairs to hear what a dirty little slut you are.”

Olderboyfriend!Geto Your boyfriend Geto was pissed the second he walked into your room and caught you scrolling on your phone instead of studying as promised. Before you could even explain, he had you bent over his strong thigh on the edge of your mini couch. His large hand came down hard on your bare ass with a sharp smack that echoed through the room.

Synopsis: Fucking your boyfriend on live while comments from strangers dictate your every move.

CW: overstimulation, use of sex toys, submissive men, rough sex, light bondage, femdom reader, praising, size difference, Sex on cam, stripping, edging , masterbating in front of Choso, bimbo reader, crybaby Choso

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

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You lean back against the fluffy pillows on your massive bed, the ring lights bathing the room in a sultry pink glow.

Choso's right there next to you, his messy black hair falling into those big, pleading eyes, his huge body making you feel all tiny. You tap “go live” on the laptop, and bam—the chat lights up like fireworks with hearts, tips, and all sorts of naughty demands.

“Heyyy, viewers,” you coo playfully, batting your lashes at the camera while wiggling your hips just a bit. “Me and Cho are ready to follow every single one of your wild ideas tonight. Isn't that right, baby?” You nudge him with your elbow, grinning like you own the world.

Choso blushes deep red, his thick thighs shifting under his loose sweats as he mumbles a soft, “H-hi, everyone...” But you can already hear that little whimper in his voice, the one that says he's already hooked. “Aww, don't be shy, Cho! Come on, let's dive into these comments together.” You pull the laptop closer, scrolling through the frenzy with a giggle. “Ooh, look at this one

Gojodirtyblindfold: “Start by stripping slow”

“Sounds fun! What do you think, baby? Should I give 'em a show?” He nods eagerly, those dark eyes locked on you like you're the only thing that matters, a needy whimper escaping his lips. “Y-yes... please.” You wink at the camera, your full lips curving into a mischievous smile as you hook your fingers under your skimpy tank top.

“Watch closely, Cho, no touching yet” You peel the top up inch by inch, letting your lacy red bra come into view, your caramel skin glowing under the lights, those plump curves bouncing free just enough to tease.

Choso lets out a soft, desperate moan, his hands clenching the sheets. “Babe... you look so pretty,” he whimpers, shifting closer, but you playfully swat his arm. “Nuh-uh, hands to yourself, Next comment!”

Pussydestroyer423: “Take the shorts off, keep the thong on.”

“Easy peasy!” You stand up on the bed, turning around to give the camera a view of your thick ass as you shimmy out of your tiny shorts, kicking them away with a laugh. “Like whatchu see, Cho? Bet you're dying to touch me.”

He whines louder now, his hard cock visibly straining against his sweats. “P-please... let me see more. “ You plop back down, spreading your legs wide for the lens, your thong clinging to your slick folds. “Mmm, you guys are making me all tingly already,” you moan sluttily, your voice breathy and playful as you trace a finger along the edge of the fabric.

Grabbing the comments again, you read with a giggle,

Sukunasextoy: “Tie his hands up and masturbate right in front of him!”

You snatch the soft silk ties from the drawer with a giggle, crawling over to Choso. “Arms up, baby”. He lifts them without hesitation, whimpering as you loop the ties around his wrists and secure them to the headboard, his muscles flexing under your touch. “There we go. Doesn't he look adorable, chat?”

Choso tugs lightly, his breath coming in needy pants, eyes watering already. “B-baby... this is torture,” he moans, voice cracking with that crybaby edge. You blow him a kiss, settling back on your heels. “Aww, poor baby.” Spreading wider, you slip your hand into your thong, fingers gliding over your wet pussy with a slutty whine. “Ahh—hah—look how wet I am baby.” You circle your clit slowly, hips rolling playfully, locking eyes with him as the chat floods with more and more comments .

Your moans pick up, whiny and teasing, “Hhh—ugh—feels amazing, wish it was your tongue, though” Choso strains against the ties, a string of needy whimpers spilling out. “L-let me... please, I need to taste you.” Tears prick at his lashes, and you coo playfully, “Not yet, Cho. Look at you, all teary-eyed” You pump two fingers inside yourself now, the wet sounds filling the room, your boobs bounce with each thrust. “Ngh—hah—fuck!”

Pulling your fingers out shiny and slick, you crawl closer, twirling them around his lips. “P-please let me taste you” You giggle, popping them into his mouth. “Suck 'em clean f’me” He does, moaning around your fingers, tears starting to slip down his cheeks. “Mmmph—want more, please” he whimpers when you pull away. “Next up!”

Sugurudihhair: “Edge his cock, don’t let him cum!”

You untie one hand just enough to yank down his sweats, his massive dick springing free, thick, veiny, and dripping pre-cum. “Stroke for me, baby. Nice and slow.” He grips himself, pumping with shaky breaths, needy moans bubbling up. “Hah—hahh—feels so good...”

You watch, fingering your pussy again with playful whines. “Faster now, Cho—don’t you dare cum” His hand speeds up, hips bucking, whimpers turning frantic. “B-baby! can't hold it!” You snap your fingers. “Stop”

 He freezes, a sobby whimper escaping as tears flow freely. “S-so close, please I-I” You lean in, licking a tear from his cheek with a teasing grin. “My pretty baby”

Comments start flooding in once again with demands

LoverCatboy34: “Use toys!”

Chososwetdildo: “Overstimulate him with the ring!”

You grab the vibrating cock ring, sliding it down his shaft with a wink, flicking it on. Choso jerks with a loud, moan. “Nngh! S’too much—Aaah—hn!” You straddle his thigh, grinding your soaked thong against it while picking up a dildo, sucking on it sluttily. “Mmm, I wish this was your cock, Cho” Your whines mix with his whimpers as you slide the toy into your pussy.

“Oh god! Y-yes—it’s filling me up!” you cry out playfully, bouncing for the camera. Choso's body writhes, the vibrations edging him mercilessly. “B-baby—lemme fuck you!” he whimpers, tears streaming.

You laugh breathlessly, “Patience. Comments want me to ride you next Cho. Isn’t this your lucky day!” Discarding the dildo, you climb onto his lap, lining up your tight heat with his cock. “Are you ready babe?”

He nods frantically, whimpering, “ Y-yes, need you so bad.” You sink down inch by inch, your pussy clenching around his girth with a slutty moan. “Fuck—you're massive! Splitting my pussy open!”

Every ridge of his veiny length dragging against your walls as you bottom out. You pause there, savoring the stretch, your inner muscles fluttering wildly around him. “mmnh—baby, you fill me up like no one else. Look at how my pussy's gripping you already.”

Choso's eyes roll back slightly, a deep, needy whimper rumbling from his throat as he feels your heat envelop him completely. “Ahh—nngh— y-you’re tight— squeezing me so hard”

You start riding at a fast pace, hands planted on his broad chest for leverage, your nails digging into his skin just enough to make him hiss. Your hips slam down again and again, the wet slap of your ass against his thighs echoing through the room, mixing with your slutty whines and his desperate moans.

The friction builds fast, your clit rubbing against him with each downward thrust, sending sparks up your spine. Choso bucks up to meet you, his tied hands straining against the silk, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as overstimulation from the ring makes his cock throb uncontrollably inside you. “Nngh!— your pussy's milking m-me, fuck!”

But you don't slow down, you speed up, chasing that high, your breath coming in playful pants. “O-oh my—fuck! Cho!” Your walls clench rhythmically, squeezing his length like a vice, and you can feel him swelling even thicker, the vibrations from the ring buzzing against your sensitive folds.

The pressure coils tighter in your core, your thighs quivering as you grind down harder, the size of him forcing your body to accommodate every brutal inch. “Fuck, right there! baby—nggh!—your cock's hitting so deep i-in me!” Your first orgasm crashes over you without warning, a wave of heat exploding from your pussy outward, your juices gushing around him as you cry out, body shuddering violently on top of him.

Choso whimpers brokenly beneath you, his hips jerking erratically as your spasming walls push him to the brink. “I—nggh!—can't. Gonna cum!” But you clench down harder, edging him ruthlessly, riding through the aftershocks with playful giggles mixed into your whines.

“Hold it, f’me babe! I know you can do it” You keep bouncing, the slick sounds obscene, your pussy so soaked now that he slides in and out with ease despite his girth. Each thrust sending fresh jolts through your oversensitive nerves. His tears flow freely, mixing with sweat on his face, and his needy moans turn into high-pitched whimpers that make your clit pulse anew. “P-please! Let me cum in you. S’too much”

The intensity doesn't let up—you lean forward, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, swallowing his whimpers as you grind your hips in slow, deep circles now, feeling every vein pulse against your fluttering walls. “Such a good boy, taking my pussy like you were made for it”

He sobs into your mouth, bucking up weakly, the ring's vibrations making his cock twitch violently inside you. Your second orgasm builds slower this time, a deep, aching pressure that has you whining sluttily against his neck, biting down on his shoulder as you pick up the pace again. “Mmmh! gonna cum again! Fuck me baby, harder!” He thrusts up in you, the bed creaking under the force, his whimpers muffled against your skin.

It hits you like lightning, your pussy convulsing around him in rhythmic squeezes, pulling him deeper as you scream out playfully. “Yes! I love your cock!”

Chat's demands blur in the background. “You're doing so well, baby. Filling me s’good” He sobs louder, body trembling, but you keep going, the overstimulation making your clit hypersensitive against his base, building toward a third peak already.

“F-fuck! Tie my hands, baby” You hand him the ties mid-ride, still impaled on his cock, your playful tone breathless. He fumbles them around your wrists behind your back, his touch trembling with need. “Like that?” You nod, grinding down once more for good measure.

He pulls out with a tortured whimper, the sudden emptiness making you whine, but he helps you onto all fours quickly, the camera catching your bound hands, your curvy ass up high and glistening with sweat. “Pound me, baby. Show 'em how big you are—wreck this pussy!”

Choso positions behind you, gripping your hips with shaking hands, sliding his slick cock back into your dripping heat in one long, deliberate thrust. “Ahh—haa, you're clenching already.”The angle lets him go deeper, his tip kissing your cervix with each slam, the size difference making you feel utterly stuffed, your walls stretching around him.

He starts thrusting rough and desperate, skin slapping against skin, his needy moans punctuating every drive. You push back to meet him, your bound hands useless but heightening the thrill, playful cries spilling from your lips. “Harder, Cho! Yes! Fuck harder”

The pace is brutal now, his hips snapping forward with raw power, balls slapping your clit rhythmically, sending shocks through your core. Your third orgasm from earlier lingers, but this builds fiercer, your pussy fluttering wildly as he rails you without mercy. “Oh—Oh god, baby! Don't stopaahhh! feels like you're splitting me open!”

Sweat drips down your back, his tears falling onto your skin as he whimpers desperately. “B-baby—haaah!— y-you” The room fills with the obscene squelch of your soaked folds taking him. You forget the stream entirely, lost in the haze of pleasure, the laptop's glow fading to nothing as his cock pistons in and out, hitting that spot over and over until stars burst behind your eyes.

“Fuck, Choso! You're fucking me so good and d-deep!” Your voice turns whiny and playful even as ecstasy builds, your thighs trembling, pussy gushing around him. The fourth orgasm rips through you violently, your walls clamping down like a fist, milking his length as you scream, body convulsing forward. “Nghh!Cumming! Fuckfuckfuck”

“Deeper, baby!—give me everything!” You arch higher. The intensity spirals—his thrusts grow erratic, but harder, the ring still buzzing faintly against your ass. Your fifth peak crashes next, a full-body shudder that has you crying out sluttily, juices squirting slightly around his base. “Ohmygod! You're destroying my pussy, baby!” Choso whimpers brokenly, “I-I'm close— please let me cum insidehnn” You're too far gone, giggling through moans as you glance vaguely at the chat. “Do it, Cho! Cum inside me!”

He thrusts erratically, a long, needy moan tearing from him as he spills hot ropes deep inside, his cock pulsing wildly against your fluttering walls. “Nngh! Thank you baby” he cries out as you clench around him, riding out your sixth orgasm with slutty whines, the warmth of his load pushing you over again.

Choso removes the ties from your wrist and your collapse forward onto the sheets. Chat's going wild, tips pouring in, but you wave lazily.

Nanami#1__gonner: “Edge with toys now!”

You arch toward him, untying his hands fully. “Come here, baby.” Choso latches on eagerly, tongue swirling your hard nipples with soft, whimpery sucks, his free hand stroking himself lightly. You moan sluttily, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Good boy, you feel that?” You pull Choso head away and lay on your stomach once more presenting your ass to him.

On all fours again, you wiggle your ass at him invitingly, cum still trickling down your thighs. “Fuck me Cho. Fuck me with that big cock.” He slides in gently, both of you gasping at the overstimulation—your pussy raw and sensitive, “Ahh— w-why are you s-still so tight” You push back playfully, clenching around him. 'And you're still rock hard—don't know your own size, huh, crybaby?' He starts with gentle rocks, building tension inch by inch, his hands roaming your curves, thumbs digging into your hips.

The slow pace turns torturous, each drag of his veiny shaft against your walls reigniting the fire, your whines soft and teasing at first. 'Mmm, just like that... stretch me wide...' But chat demands more: 'Switch to toys—make her cum with the dildo!' Choso pulls out reluctantly with a whimper, grabbing the thick dildo slick with your earlier juices. 'Like this, baby?' He presses it into you from behind, pumping slow then faster, twisting it to hit your g-spot while his other hand fingers your clit. 'Yes! Fuck me deep with it, Cho!”

The dual sensation overwhelms you, your orgasm building in waves, body quaking as you cry out playfully. “O-oh god— cumming! Don’t stop”

He keeps going, the toy slamming in rhythm with his fingers, your pussy clenching emptily now but craving more. Choso tosses the dildo aside, replacing it with his cock in one swift thrust, burying himself balls-deep. You scream in ecstasy, the fullness snapping you back to reality briefly before pleasure erases it again—he pounds relentlessly, hips blurring, the bed shaking violently. “Harder, Cho! I know you can do it baby” His whimpers mix with grunts, tears flowing as overstimulation hits him hard.

Your orgasm tears through you, vision whiting out as you sob sluttily, pussy spasming wildly around him. He follows seconds later, second load erupting deep, his body collapsing over yours with a desperate, needy moan. ''Whew, that was insane.” You laughed waving at the camera one last time, you blow a kiss.

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Synopsis: Bad bunnies don’t get rewarded for disobeying the rules

CW: spanking, threesome, manhandling, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, size kink, breeding, overstim, multiple orgasms, cream pies, buttplug, oral (male receiving), leg humping, corruption kink, punishment, brat tamer Geto, reader calls Geto & Gojo “Mr”, bunny hybrid reader

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"Mr. Gojo!" You launched yourself at him, scrambling into his lap. Your cotton tail twitched frantically as you buried your face in his chest, your ears pressed flat. "Mr. Geto is being mean!"

Gojo's arms wrapped around you automatically, his blue eyes blinking in surprise behind his dark sunglasses. "Whoa, whoa, what's going on, baby girl? Why are you shaking?"

"He's trying to hurt me!" You clung to his shirt, making yourself as small as possible. "I didn't do anything!"

Heavy footsteps announced Geto's arrival. You peeked over Gojo's shoulder to see him standing in the doorway, his long dark hair loose around his shoulders, his expression deceptively placid. In his hand, he held something that made your blood run cold.

His pillow. With a very obvious wet spot on it.

"Suguru." Gojo's voice took on a warning tone, his arms tightening around you protectively. "Why are you scaring our bunny?"

"Our bunny," Geto said slowly, "has been very, very naughty."

"I haven't!" You pressed closer to Gojo, your ears twitching. "I've been good, Mr. Gojo, I promise I've been so good—"

"Then explain this." Geto held up the pillow, and even from across the room, you could see the evidence of your crime. "I found this on my bed. Still warm. Still wet."

Gojo looked down at you, one white eyebrow raised. "Baby girl? What's he talking about?"

"Nothing!" Your voice came out too high, too desperate. "I don't know what that is, maybe he spilled something—"

"She was riding my pillow." Geto's voice was flat. "While we were away. I specifically told her not to touch herself while we were gone, and I come home to find her humping my pillow like a bitch in heat."

"That's not—I didn't—"

"The bedroom still smells like her." Geto took a step closer, and you whimpered, pressing your face into Gojo's neck. "And when I asked her about it, she lied to my face. Told me she'd been a good girl all day."

Gojo was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking down your back in a way that should have been soothing but suddenly felt ominous. "Is that true, baby girl? Did you ride Suguru's pillow?"

"No," you whispered. "I didn't, I swear—"

"Look at me."

His voice had changed. Lost that playful edge you loved so much. Slowly, reluctantly, you lifted your head to meet his eyes.

He'd pushed his sunglasses up, and those impossibly blue eyes stared straight into yours. "Did you. Ride. His pillow."

You couldn't lie to him. Not when he looked at you like that. Your lower lip trembled, tears already gathering in your eyes.

"I... I was just so needy, Mr. Gojo." Your voice cracked. "You were gone so long, and I missed you both so much, and I couldn't help it—"

"So you did ride it."

"Yes," you admitted miserably. "But I didn't mean to be bad, I just—"

"And then you lied about it." His grip on you shifted, becoming less protective and more restraining. "You lied to Suguru's face. And then you lied to mine."

"I'm sorry—"

"You know what really upsets me?" Gojo's voice was deceptively light. "It's not that you touched yourself. It's that you used his pillow instead of mine."

"If you were going to be a desperate little slut, you should have been desperate for me." He pouted, actually pouted. "I'm hurt, baby girl. Really hurt."

"Mr. Gojo, I didn't mean—"

"And then you lied." He shook his head sadly. "Bad bunnies who lie get punished."

Your stomach dropped. "No—please—I said I was sorry—"

"You know the rules." Geto had crossed the room while you were distracted, and now he stood directly behind the couch.

"I think," Gojo said thoughtfully, "that Suguru should get to spank you. Since you lied to him "

"No!" Gojo's arms were like iron bands around you. "Please, Mr. Gojo, please don't let him—"

"Shh, baby girl." He maneuvered you easily, flipping you over his lap so your ass was in the air. "You brought this on yourself. Now be a good bunny and take your punishment."

"I don’ wanna! " Tears were already streaming down your face, your ears pressed flat, your tail twitching frantically. "I'll be good, I promise I'll be good—"

"You'll be good after we're done with you." Geto's hand came to rest on your ass, and you flinched. "How many do you think, Satoru? For the riding and the lying?"

"Hmm." Gojo pretended to think about it, one hand pressing down on your lower back to keep you in place. "Twenty for the pillow. Ten for each lie. So forty total."

"Forty?!" You sobbed. "No!—that's too many—"

"You should have thought about that before you were a naughty little liar." Geto's hand squeezed your ass cheek, hard. "Count them. If you lose count, we start over."

The first slap echoed through the living room, and you screamed.

"Ow!—One!" You gasped out, your whole body jerking."Good girl." Another slap, harder. "Keep counting."

"Two—three—mmnh—four—" Each impact sent shockwaves through you, pain blooming across your ass. "Five —mmph—six"

"Look at that." Gojo's voice was almost dreamy as he watched. "Your ass is already turning red , baby girl”

"Seven—eight—it hurts!—nine—"

"It's supposed to hurt." Geto didn't let up, his hand coming down again and again. "This is what happens to bad bunnies. This is what happens when you lie."

"Ten—eleven—twelve—" You were openly sobbing now, tears and snot streaming down your face. "Thirteen—I'm sorry—fourteen—"

"Halfway there." Gojo stroked your ears almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the punishment being inflicted on your ass. "You're doing so well, baby girl. Just twenty more."

"I can't—"

Slap.

"What number was that?" Geto's voice was sharp.

"I—I don't—" Your mind had gone blank from the pain. "S-sixteen?"

"Wrong. That was Fifteen." He rubbed your abused flesh, almost gentle. "What did I say about losing count?"

"No— don’t start not over!—"

"We start over." His hand came down again. "One."

You wailed, your body thrashing against Gojo's hold. "One! One, it was one, please—"

They made you start over three times before you finally managed to count all forty without losing track. By the end, your ass was on fire, your face was soaked with tears, and you were hiccupping with every breath.

"There we go." Geto's hand rubbed soothing circles over your abused skin. "Forty. You did it, baby girl."

"Ok! I'm sorry," you sobbed. "I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again—"

"We know you won't." Gojo helped you sit up, pulling you into his lap properly. You winced as your sore ass made contact with his thighs. "Because now you know what happens when you're bad."

"I don’t know." Geto rounded the couch, sitting down next to Gojo so you were sandwiched between them. "I don't think you've really learned your lesson yet."

Your ears perked up nervously. "What do you mean? I counted all forty—"

"You counted your spanking." He reached out, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "But you still haven't been punished for being a desperate little slut who couldn't keep her hands off herself."

"Or her pussy off your pillow," Gojo added helpfully. "Don't forget that part."

"Mr.Geto!—" Your voice cracked. "I already said I was sorry—"

"Sorry isn't good enough." Geto's thumb traced your lower lip. "You were so desperate to come that you humped a pillow like a mindless animal. So now you're going to cum until you're begging us to stop."

Gojo's hands slid up your thighs, pushing up the oversized t-shirt you wore—one of his.

Gojo's fingers found your panties, and he laughed. "Suguru. Feel this."

Geto's hand joined his between your thighs, and you squirmed with embarrassment as they both felt how wet you were.

"Soaked." Geto's voice was disgusted. "Getting spanked made you wet? You really are just a desperate little bunny, aren't you?"

"I didn't mean to—"

"You never mean to." He grabbed your panties and ripped them off in one motion, making you yelp. "Spread your legs. Show us the mess you made."

Your face burned as you obeyed, spreading your thighs to reveal your glistening pussy. Both men stared at you, and you wanted to close your legs, wanted to hide, but you knew better than to disobey again.

"Look at this pretty little cunt." Gojo traced one finger through your folds, and you whimpered. "So wet and needy. No wonder you couldn't control yourself."

"Please, Mr. Gojo—"

"Please what?" He circled your clit lazily.

Slap.

You screamed as Geto's hand came down directly on your pussy, the sharp sting making you see stars.

"Bad bunnies don't get to beg for pleasure." He slapped your pussy again, and you sobbed. "Bad bunnies take what they're given and say thank you."

"Thank you—" You gasped. "Thank you, Mr. Geto—"

"Better." He rubbed your abused clit, and the pleasure-pain made you moan. "Now, you're going to sit on Satoru's thigh and hump it like the desperate little slut you are. And you're not going to cum until we say you can."

Gojo patted his thigh invitingly. "Come on, baby girl. Show us how you rode Suguru's pillow."

Your face burned with humiliation, but you repositioned yourself, straddling Gojo's muscular thigh. The fabric of his pants was rough against your sensitive pussy, and you whimpered.

"Move." Geto's hand found your hair, gripping tight. "Hump his leg like the bitch in heat you are."

You started to move, grinding against Gojo's thigh with small, desperate motions. The friction was immediate, pleasure sparking through your oversensitive clit.

"That's it." Gojo watched you with hooded eyes. "Look at you, humping my leg like a needy little slut. Is this what you looked like on Suguru's pillow?"

"Yes—" You gasped, your hips moving faster. "Yes, Mr. Gojo—"

"Pathetic." Geto yanked your hair, forcing your head back. "Can't even go a few hours without something to rub yourself against. We should have known you'd be trouble when we found you."

"I'm sorry—"

"You will be." He reached around, finding your nipples through your shirt and pinching hard. "Now keep moving. Faster."

You obeyed, grinding against Gojo's thigh with increasing desperation. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in your belly, and you could feel yourself getting close.

"Mr. Gojo! I'm going to—"

"No." Geto's hand came down on your ass, making you yelp. "You don't cum until we say. Hold it."

"But I need to! —"

"Listen hunny." Gojo gripped your hips, controlling your movements. You sobbed, fighting against your rising orgasm. Your thighs were shaking, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Please—" You begged. "Please let me cum, I'll be good, I promise—"

"Will you?" Geto's voice was mocking. "Will you be our good little bunny?"

"Yes! Anything—pleasee"

"Then cum." Gojo's thigh flexed beneath you. "Cum on my leg like the desperate slut you are."

You shattered, crying out as your orgasm crashed through you. Your hips jerked erratically, grinding against his thigh as waves of pleasure washed over you.

But they didn't let you come down.

"Again." Geto's fingers found your clit, rubbing in fast circles. "You wanted to cum so badly? Then keep coming."

"Wait! s’too sensitive—"

"That's the point." Gojo held you in place as Geto worked your clit mercilessly. "You wanted to be a desperate little slut? Now you get to feel like one."

Your second orgasm hit before the first had even fully subsided, and you screamed. Your whole body convulsed, your pussy clenching around nothing, your ears pressed flat against your head.

"One more." Geto pushed two fingers inside you, curling them against your g-spot. "Give us one more, baby girl."

"I can't! S’too much—"

"You can." Gojo captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing your cries. "You will. Be good for us."

The third orgasm was almost painful, ripping through you with an intensity that made you see white. You collapsed against Gojo's chest, sobbing and shaking.

"Good girl." Geto's fingers slowed, gentling. "Such a good girl for us."

"Ok!—" You hiccupped. "No more—I learned my lesson—"

"Did you really bunny?." Gojo laughed softly, stroking your ears. "Y-yes!."

He lifted you easily, repositioning you so you were kneeling on the couch between them. Both men stood, towering over your small form, and you looked up at them with tear-stained eyes.

"Open your mouth." Geto was already unbuckling his pants. "Time to put that lying mouth to better use."

You obeyed, opening wide as he pulled out his cock. He was big—they both were—and your jaw ached just looking at him.

"Take it." He pushed past your lips, not stopping until he hit the back of your throat. "All of it. That's a good bunny."

You gagged around him, tears streaming down your face, but you didn't pull away. Couldn't pull away, not with his hand fisted in your hair.

"Fuck, look at her." Gojo was watching with hungry eyes, palming himself through his pants. "So pretty with a cock in her mouth."

Geto started to move, fucking your face with shallow thrusts that made you gag and drool. "This is what your mouth is for. Not lying like a bad girl. Taking cock like a good little slut."

"Hah—ghk—hah—" You couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but take it. Saliva dripped down your chin, tears down your cheeks, and you'd never felt more debased.

"My turn." Gojo tapped Geto's shoulder. "Cmon bunny."

Geto pulled out, and you gasped for air. But before you could catch your breath, Gojo was there, his cock pressing against your lips.

"Open up f’me." You took him in, hollowing your cheeks and sucking the way you knew he liked. He groaned, his hand gentle on your head compared to Geto's rough grip.

"That's it. Such a good mouth. Our perfect little bunny."

They passed you back and forth between them, using your mouth until your jaw ached and your throat was raw. By the time they finally pulled away, you were a mess—drool and tears coating your face, your lips swollen and red.

"I think she's ready." Geto's voice was rough. "What do you think, Satoru?"

"More than ready." Gojo was already stripping off his shirt. "Get the plug."

Your ears perked up nervously. "Plug? What plug?"

Geto reached into the desk nearby , pulling out a buttplug with him and Gojo initials in pink gems. He grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your hands and knees. "Relax, baby girl. It'll feel good once it's in."

You felt something cold and slick press against your back entrance, and you whimpered. "W-wait, Mr. Geto!"

"Shh." Gojo appeared in front of you, stroking your ears soothingly. "Just breathe. Let him in."

The pressure increased, and then the plug was sliding inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never experienced. You cried out, your body trying to reject the intrusion.

"There we go." Geto patted your ass, making the plug shift inside you. "Look at that. So cute."

"It feels weird—"

"It'll feel better soon." Gojo lifted your chin, making you look at him. "Now, Suguru is going to fuck your pretty little pussy while you suck my cock. And if you're very, very good, we might let you come again." He smiled sweetly. "Your choice, baby girl."

You didn't really have a choice, and you all knew it.

"I'll be good," you whispered. "I promise I'll be good, Mr. Gojo."

"That's our girl." He positioned himself in front of your face while Geto lined up behind you. "Now open wide."

The moment Gojo's cock slid past your lips, Geto thrust into your pussy in one brutal motion. You screamed around Gojo's length, your body overwhelmed by the dual penetration.

"Fuck, she's tight." Geto groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Even tighter with the plug in."

Gojo thrust shallowly into your mouth. "Our pretty little bunny ." They found a rhythm—Geto pulling out as Gojo pushed in, keeping you constantly full, constantly overwhelmed.

The plug shifted with every thrust, adding another layer of sensation that made your head spin. "Look at you." Geto's hand came down on your ass, and you yelped around Gojo's cock.

"Taking two cocks like you were made for it. This is what you needed, wasn't it? Not a pillow. Real cock."

You couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but moan and whimper and take everything they gave you.

"She's close." Gojo could always tell. "Can feel her throat tightening. You gonna cum, baby girl? Gonna cum with both holes stuffed full?"

You nodded desperately, tears streaming down your face.

"Then cum." Geto reached around to find your clit. "Cum for us, you desperate little slut."

Your orgasm crashed through you so hard you nearly blacked out. Your pussy clenched around Geto, your throat around Gojo, your whole body convulsing with pleasure.

"Fuck—" Geto's thrusts became erratic. "I'm gonna—"

"Inside her." Gojo's voice was strained. "Fill her up, Suguru. Breed bunny pussy."

Geto came with a groan, spilling deep inside you. The feeling of his hot release triggered another mini-orgasm, and you sobbed around Gojo's cock.

"My turn." Geto pulled out, and before you could catch your breath, they were switching positions. Gojo's cock, still wet from your mouth, pressed against your entrance.

You gasped. "I can't—s’ too much—"

"You can." He thrust inside, and you screamed. "You will. One more, baby girl. Give us one more."

He fucked you hard and fast, his cock hitting deep. The plug making everything feel tighter. You were crying from the overstimulating sensation, but you didn't want him to stop.

"That's it." Geto appeared in front of you, his softening cock pressing against your lips. "Clean me up while Satoru finishes. Be a good bunny."

You took him in your mouth obediently, tasting yourself and his release on his skin. Behind you, Gojo's thrusts were becoming erratic.

"Gonna fill you up," he groaned. "Gonna pump you so full of cum you'll feel it for days. Our perfect little breeding bunny."

"Fuckk!—" You pulled off Geto's cock just long enough to catch your breath . "Please, Mr. Gojo, please—"

"Cum with me." He reached around to rub your clit. "Now, baby girl. Cum."

You shattered one final time, your orgasm ripping through you as Gojo spilled inside you. You could feel both their releases mixing inside you, dripping down your thighs, and the thought made you cum harder .

"You did so well." Gojo pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Such a good girl for us."

"Our perfect little bunny." Geto's voice was soft, all traces of his earlier cruelty gone. "You took your punishment so well."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, exhausted. "For riding the pillow. For lying."

"We know, baby girl." Gojo pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest. "You're forgiven. Just don't do it again."

"I won't." You nuzzled into his neck, your ears finally relaxing. "I promise."

"Good." Geto reached over to adjust the plug still inside you. "Because next time, the punishment will be much worse."

Gojo stood, carrying you easily. "Bath time. And then maybe we'll let you ride something other than a pillow."

"Really?" You perked up, your tail twitching hopefully.

"If you're good." He winked. "Think you can manage that, baby girl?"

You nodded eagerly. "I'll be so good, sir!”

Synopsis: You catch your boyfriend cheating at a party and storm out. He follows you outside,swearing he can explain. The only problem? That’s not your boyfriend — it’s his twin.

CW: cheating, size difference, public sex (in an alley), fucking against the wall, rough sex, praising, oblivious reader,Gojo pretending to be his twins Satoshi

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

Your heels clicked furiously against the pavement as you stormed down the alley beside the club, tears blurring your vision, your heart shattered into a million jagged pieces in your chest. You'd seen it. Seen him.

Your boyfriend of 2 years with some girl wrapped around him like a goddamn snake, his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck. In the middle of the party. Where anyone could see. Where You could see.

"Wait! Baby, wait—please!"

His voice echoed off the walls, and you walked faster, your dress riding up with each angry stride. You didn't want to hear it. Didn't want his excuses, his explanations, his lies that had fooled you for years.

"Leave me alone, Satoshi!" You didn't turn around, couldn't bear to look at his face. "I saw you!”

"It's not what you think—just let me explain—"

Footsteps behind you, getting closer. He was following you. Of course he was.

"There's nothing to explain!" You whirled around, and there he was—tall and devastating in his black button-down, white hair gleaming under the dim streetlight at the mouth of the alley. Those impossible blue eyes, usually hidden behind sunglasses, were wide and... concerned?

"I saw your hands all over her. I saw you kissing her neck. What possible explanation could there be?" He stopped a few feet away, hands raised like he was approaching a wounded animal.

"Baby, please. Just listen to me for one second—"

"Don't call me that." Your voice cracked, and you hated yourself for it. Hated that he could still affect you like this. "Don't you dare call me that."

"Okay. Okay." He took a slow step forward, and you took one back, your shoulder blades hitting the rough brick of the alley wall. "I know what you saw. I-I know how it looked. But I swear to you, it's not—I would never—"

"Satoshi, I literally just watched you do it. With my own eyes. Are you going to gaslight me now? Tell me I didn't see what I saw?"

Something flickered across his face—something you couldn't quite read in the dim light. His jaw tightened.

"I'm not trying to gaslight you. I'm trying to tell you that wasn't—" He cut himself off, ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

You blinked back tears, refusing to let them fall. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "You cheated. We're done. End of story."

"We're not done." He moved closer, and suddenly he was right there, crowding you against the wall, one hand planted beside your head.

Your breath caught. He was so close you could smell his cologne—different somehow, richer, more expensive than what Satoshi usually wore.

"You don't get a choice," you whispered. "I'm done with you."

"No." His voice dropped lower, rougher than you'd ever heard it. "You're not." And then he kissed you.

It wasn't like Satoshi's usual kisses—soft and sweet and almost lazy. This was consuming. Demanding. His mouth claimed yours with a ferocity that made your knees buckle, his tongue sweeping past your lips without waiting for permission.

His free hand grabbed your hip, yanking you against him, and you gasped into his mouth at the force of it. Your hands came up to push him away, but somehow they ended up fisting in his shirt instead, pulling him closer. The kiss was angry and desperate and so fucking good, better than any kiss you'd shared before, and some distant part of your brain was screaming that something was wrong, something was different, but you couldn't think past the heat of his mouth and the grip of his hands.

He bit your lower lip—hard—and you whined, the sound echoing off the alley walls. "That's it," he growled against your lips. "That's my good girl. Knew you couldn't stay mad at me."

"I'm still mad," you panted, even as you arched into him. "I'm furious. I hate you."

"No you don't." He kissed down your jaw, your neck, sucking marks into your brown skin that would definitely be visible tomorrow. "You love me. And I'm going to remind you exactly why." His teeth sank into the junction of your neck and shoulder, and you cried out, fingers digging into his biceps.

Since when did Satoshi bite? Since when did he leave marks? He was always so careful, so conscious of what people might think. "Satoshi—"

"Shh." He licked over the bite mark, soothing the sting. "Let me make it up to you, baby. Let me show you how sorry I am." His hands were everywhere—rougher than usual, more demanding.

He grabbed your ass and lifted you like you weighed nothing, and your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, your back scraping against the brick wall. You could feel him hard against your core, grinding into you, and you whimpered.

"Feel that?" He rolled his hips, and you saw stars. "Feel how hard you make me? How much I want you? Why would I ever want anyone else when I have this perfect pussy waiting for me?" Your face burned. Satoshi never talked like this. Never said such filthy things, never called your pussy perfect.

His mouth found yours again, swallowing whatever thought you'd been about to have. "We—we're in public," you gasped when he let you breathe. "Someone could see—"

"Let them." He ground against you harder, and you moaned, loud and desperate.

"Cmon Satoshi —"

"What baby?" His hand slid up your thigh, pushing your dress up around your waist. "Tell me what you want."

Your head was spinning. This is so wrong, you’re still be angry, but the way his fingers were tracing the edge of your panties and you couldn't remember why you'd been upset in the first place.

"Keep going," you whispered. " I need —"

"Need what?" He pulled your panties to the side, fingers sliding through your folds, and groaned. "Fuck, baby. You're soaked. All this for me?"

"mmnh—G-god" Two fingers pushed inside you, and you keened, hips bucking. "Thought you were mad at me?"

"I am—I hate you—"

"You don't." He curled his fingers, finding that spot inside you that made you see white, and you moaned.

He fucked you with his fingers, hard and fast, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. You were making sounds you'd never made before—desperate, slutty moans that echoed off the walls, whimpers and whines and pleas for more, harder, please.

"Listen to you," he murmured against your ear. "Such pretty sounds. Such a good girl, falling apart on my fingers in a dirty alley. Anyone could walk by and see you like this. See what a needy little slut you are for me."

"Pleasepleaseplease—"

"Whatchu want babe?"

"I want you to fuck me!" The words tore out of you, shameless and desperate. "I want your cock—"

"That's my girl." He pulled his fingers out, and you whined at the emptiness. "Gonna give you exactly what you need." You heard his belt unbuckle, heard the zipper of his pants, and your heart raced.

He'd cheated on you. But then you felt him press against your entrance, hot and hard.

You'd been with Satoshi for two years . You knew exactly how he felt. And this was not it.

This was bigger. Thicker. Longer. Stretching you in ways Satoshi never had. "W-wait," you gasped, pushing at his shoulders. "Wait, something's—"

He pushed inside with one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and you screamed—from pleasure, from shock, from the sudden overwhelming fullness that was nothing like what you were used to. "Fuck," he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "So tight. So fucking perfect."

"You're—" Your voice came out strangled, your mind reeling. "You're not—"

He pulled back and slammed in again, and whatever you'd been about to say dissolved into a moan. He was so deep. So impossibly deep, hitting places inside you that had never been touched before. "Not what?" He started to move, fucking into you with long, hard strokes that had your entire body jolting against the wall.

"Not what, baby? Lemme hear that pretty voice."

His hand came down to slap your clit, and you jerked, a sob escaping your lips. "Take my cock like a good girl. Knew you'd feel this good. Knew you'd be perfect for me."

"Satoshi—"

"Satoshi's not here, baby." Your blood ran cold. Your eyes, which had been squeezed shut in pleasure, flew open to meet his. Those blue eyes—those stunning, impossible blue eyes—were gleaming with something dark and satisfied. A smirk curved his lips.

"Wh-what?" He didn't stop fucking you. If anything, he went harder, deeper, driving into you with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs.

"I said—" another brutal thrust, "—Satoshi's—" squelch, "—not—" squelch, "—here."

"I— w-wait—"

He laughed, low and wicked. "Want me spell it out for you, pretty girl. Satoshi is inside that party, probably still wrapped around that girl.

"You're... you're..."

"Satoru." His grin was sharp and devastating. "Im gonna make you forget that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend ever existed."

"Oh my god." You wanted to push him away. Wanted scream, wanted fight, but couldn’t bring yourself to do.

He changed his angle, and his cock dragged against your g-spot, and you moaned like a slut.

"There it is," he purred. "There's that spot, isn't it? Bet Satoshi never found it. Bet he never made you feel this good."

You wanted to deny it. But your body was betraying you. Your pussy was clenching around him, dripping down his cock, your hips rolling to meet each thrust.

You’re so fucking close cumming right here, and he wasn't even your boyfriend—or your soon to be ex— , he was his twin, and this was so wrong but it felt so fucking right. "Please," you heard yourself beg. "Please, I need—"

"I know what you need." His hand found your clit again, rubbing fast and hard. "Need to cum on my cock, don't you? Need to cream all over your boyfriend's brother cock?”

"Yes! God, yes, please—"

"Then do it. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel." You shattered. The orgasm ripped through you like lightning, your entire body convulsing, your pussy spasming around his cock.

"Fuck yes," he groaned, fucking you through it. "That's it, baby. That's my good girl. Squeezing me so tight—fuck—"

Before you could come down, before you could catch your breath, your phone started buzzing in your purse, which was somehow still hanging from your shoulder.

The ringtone was distinctive—the one you'd set for Satoshi.

Your ex boyfriend was calling you.

While his twin brother was buried inside you. “Don't—" you gasped, but Satoru was already reaching for your bag.

"Oh, we're definitely answering this." His grin was pure evil as he pulled out your phone, swiped to accept the call, and held it up to your ear. "Go on, baby. Talk to your boyfriend."

"Wha—no, I can't—"

Satoru thrust hard, and you bit back a moan.

"Hello? Baby, are you there?" Satoshi's voice came through the speaker, tinny and distant. "Look, I know you're pissed, but you need to let me explain—"

"I—" Your voice came out strangled. Satoru was still moving inside you, slow and deep, each stroke making your eyes roll back. "I don't—want to talk to you—"

"Just listen, okay? That girl—she came onto me. I was trying to push her off when you saw us. It wasn't what it looked like."

Satoru snorted quietly. His free hand came up to cup your breast through your dress, thumb rolling over your nipple, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning.

"I don't—can we not right now,"

"Baby, please. I would never cheat on you. You know that. You're the only one I want." Satoru's hips snapped forward, and a tiny whimper escaped you before you could stop it.

"What was that?" Satoshi asked. "Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm—I'm fine!" You glared at Satoru, who looked entirely too pleased with himself. "I'm — nghh—outside. Getting some air."

"I'll come find you. We can talk about this—"

"No!" The word came out too sharp, too desperate. "No, I—I need space. Just—give me space."

"But—"

Satoru plucked the phone from your ear and ended the call, tossing it carelessly back into your bag. Then both his hands were on your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise, and he started fucking you in earnest.

"Such a good little liar. Talking to your boyfriend while his brother's cock is splitting you open."

"Ohmygod!—what is your problem?"

"I don’t know baby” He slammed into you, and you screamed. "But you're not pushing me away. You're just taking my cock like you were made for it." His mouth found your neck again, sucking another mark into your skin.

He wasn't wrong. Satoshi had never fucked you like this—never been this rough, this demanding. Sex with Satoshi was fine. Pleasant. Adequate.

"How—hnn—long?" The question slipped out before you could stop it. "How long have you—"

"Since the first time he brought your pretty lil ass home."

"Satoru—"

"Do you know what that was like?" His thrusts grew harder, almost punishing. "Watching him waste you? Knowing he wasn't fucking you right, wasn't touching you right, wasn't appreciating what he had?"

"I know because I know him. Lazy. Selfish. Doesn't care about anyone's pleasure but his own. Am I wrong?"

Satoru's cock was hitting places Satoshi had never reached. Satoru's hands were gripping you like he never wanted to let go. He was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, even as he fucked you like a whore in a dirty alley.

"You're not wrong," His smile was triumphant and tender all at once. "I know, baby. I know. But I'm going to take care of you now. Going to give you everything you deserve. Everything you've been missing."

"Come on, pretty girl. Give me another one. Want to feel you cum on my cock again."

"I can't—ah—hah— it's too much!"

"You can." He rubbed your clit, his cock still pounding into you.

"Fuck I’m gonna cum." He was panting now, sweat beading on his forehead. "Gonna fill this pretty pussy up."

"Yes! please—I want you to!—"

"Want my cum, baby? Want me to cum in this tight pussy?"

"Yes! Please, Satoru, cum inside me, fill me up—"

He slapped your clit—hard—and you exploded. The orgasm hit you like a freight train, your vision going white, your entire body seizing up around him. You screamed his name, not caring who heard, not caring about anything but the devastating pleasure crashing through you.

Synopsis: Popular sorority girl shoko purposefully failing her classes just so she can get closer with the pretty nerd she’s been crushing on

CW: lesbian sex, scissoring, fingering, pussy eating, titty sucking, mutual masturbation, striping, praising kink, worship

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

The knock on your dorm room door made you jump, nearly spilling your coffee across the organic chemistry textbook you'd been highlighting. You weren't expecting anyone—your roommate was gone for the weekend, and you'd specifically planned a quiet Friday night of studying.

"Coming," you called out, adjusting your glasses and smoothing down your natural hair, pulled up in a messy puff on top of your head.

When you opened the door, your brain short-circuited.

Shoko Ieiri stood in your doorway, looking like she'd stepped off the cover of a magazine. Her silky brown hair fell perfectly around her shoulders, her makeup was immaculate despite it being nearly eight PM.

The most popular girl in your organic chemistry class. President of the most exclusive sorority on campus. And absolutely, devastatingly gorgeous.

"Hey, cutie." She smiled, and you forgot how to breathe. "Can I come in?"

"I—what—yes?" You stepped aside automatically, your cheeks burning. "I mean, yes. Of course. Um. Why?"

Smooth. Very smooth.

Shoko walked past you, her perfume leaving a trail of something expensive and intoxicating. She surveyed your small dorm room with interest—the fairy lights strung above your bed, the overflowing bookshelf, the desk covered in color-coded notes and highlighters.

"Cute room." She turned back to you, and there was something in her dark eyes that made your stomach flip. "Very you."

"Thanks?" You closed the door, hovering awkwardly by your desk. "Not to be rude, but... why are you here? We've never really talked before."

"We sit next to each other in orgo."

"You sit next to me because it's assigned seating."

She laughed, low and warm. "Fair point. But I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now. You're kind of hard to approach, you know."

You blinked. "I'm hard to approach? You're literally the most popular girl on campus."

She sat down on your bed—your bed—like she belonged there. "I need your help."

"My help?"

"I'm failing orgo." She said it so casually. "Like, actually failing. If I don't pass the next exam, I'm going to lose my position in the house."

That didn't make sense. You'd seen Shoko in class—she was always attentive, always taking notes. Sure, she spent a lot of time looking at her phone, but she didn't seem stupid.

"You want me to tutor you?"

"If you don't mind." She patted the bed beside her. "I can pay. And I'm a very good student when properly motivated."

This was insane. Shoko was in your room, on your bed, asking you to tutor her. Things like this didn't happen to girls like you—quiet, nerdy girls who spent Friday nights studying instead of partying.

"I... sure. Okay." You grabbed your textbook and notes, settling onto the bed beside her with what you hoped was a casual distance between you. "What chapter are you struggling with?"

"All of them?"

You stared at her. "All of them."

"I told you, I'm failing." She pulled out a bag of gummy bears, offering them to you. "Start from the beginning. I'm a blank slate."

Three hours later, your voice was hoarse from explaining reaction mechanisms, and Shoko had somehow migrated closer and closer until her thigh was pressed against yours. You tried to ignore it—tried to focus on the molecular structures you were drawing—but her proximity was making it very hard to think.

"So the nucleophile attacks the electrophilic carbon," you explained, pointing at your diagram, "which causes the leaving group to—"

"You're really pretty when you're concentrating."

Your pen skidded across the page. "What?"

Shoko was looking at you with an expression you couldn't read. "You get this little furrow between your eyebrows. And you bite your lip when you're thinking. It's cute."

"I—that's—we should focus on the material."

"Should we?" She reached out, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. Her fingers lingered on your cheek. "I have something to tell you."

Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure she could hear it. "W-What?"

"I'm not actually failing orgo."

The words didn't compute. "But you said—"

"I have a 94 in that class." Her smile turned slightly sheepish. "I've been purposefully bombing assignments for the last month so I'd have an excuse to come talk to you."

"You... what?"

"I've had a crush on you since the first day of class." She said it so simply, like it was obvious. "But you never noticed me. You were always buried in your books, or rushing off to the library, or studying in that little corner of the coffee shop where you think no one can see you."

"That's... a lot of observation."

"I'm very observant when it comes to things I want."

"And you... want me?"

"Desperately." The word sent a shiver down your spine. "I've been trying to figure out how to approach you for months. The tutoring thing was the best I could come up with."

"You tanked your grade for me?"

"I can bring it back up." She waved a hand dismissively. "The real question is—do you want me too? Because if not, I'll leave right now and we can pretend this never happened."

You physically couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

Shoko Ieiri was out of your league in every possible way.

"I don't want you to leave," you admitted quietly. Her smile was radiant. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. But I've never... I mean, with a girl, I haven't..."

"That's okay." She cupped your face in her hands, her touch impossibly gentle. "We'll go slow. And if you want to stop at any point, we stop."

"Okay," you breathed. "Okay."

She kissed you.

It was soft at first—exploratory, questioning. Her lips were impossibly smooth, tasting faintly of the cherry chapstick you'd watched her apply earlier. When you gasped against her mouth, she took it as an invitation, deepening the kiss until your head was spinning.

"God, I've wanted to do that for so long," she murmured against your lips. "You have no idea."

"Ieiri..."

"Cmon baby, call me Shoko." She kissed down your jaw, your neck. "I want to hear you say it."

"mmnh—Shoko," you repeated, and it came out embarrassingly breathy.

"Perfect." She nipped at your pulse point, making you gasp. "You're perfect."

Her hands found the hem of your oversized t-shirt—definitely not what you would have worn if you'd known this was going to happen.

"Can I?" she asked, fingers playing with the fabric.

You nodded, “Fuck," she breathed, staring at you in your simple cotton bra. She pushed you gently onto your back, hovering over you.

She kissed you again, her body pressing against yours. "Do you know how many times I've thought about this? About getting you alone, getting you out of those clothes?"

"Tell me," you whispered, surprising yourself with your boldness.

"I think about you everyday in class." She unhooked your bra with ease, tossing it aside. "When you're focused on the lecture and I'm supposed to be taking notes. I think about what sounds you'd make if I touched you."

"What sounds do you think I'd make?"

"Let's find out." Her mouth found your breast, and you whined —loud and unrestrained.

"There it is." She swirled her tongue around your nipple, making you arch into her. "Even prettier than I imagined."

"Oh god—" Your hands flew to her hair, tangling in the silky strands. "That feels so—"

"So what?" She switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention. "Use your words, pretty girl. I want to hear everything."

"So good," you gasped. "So good, please don't stop—"

"Wasn't planning on it." She kissed down your stomach, her fingers hooking in the waistband of your sweatpants. "Can I keep going?"

"Yes—please—"

She pulled your sweatpants and underwear off in one motion, leaving you completely bare beneath her. You moved to cover yourself instinctively, but she caught your wrists.

"No hiding." Her dark eyes roamed over your body with obvious hunger.

"You look like everything I've ever wanted." She pressed a kiss to your hip, then your inner thigh. "These curves? These thighs? This soft stomach?" Another kiss to your belly. "Gorgeous. Every inch of you.

"You're wearing too many clothes," you managed, tugging at her sweater.

She grinned, sitting back to pull it over her head. Her bra followed, revealing her perfect breasts, pink nipples already hard. Then her jeans, her underwear, until she was as naked as you.

"Better?"

"Much better." You reached for her, pulling her back down. The feeling of her skin against yours made you both moan.

"I want to taste you," she murmured against your neck. "Been thinking about it for months. Can I?"

"Yes—god, yes—"

She kissed her way down your body, settling between your thighs. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but when she looked up at you with those dark eyes, all you felt was wanted.

"So pretty," she whispered, her breath hot against your core. "So wet already. Is this all for me?"

"All for you," you confirmed, your voice shaking. "Please, Shoko—"

The first touch of her tongue made you cry out. She licked through your folds slowly, exploring, learning what made you gasp and what made you moan.

"You taste incredible." She circled your clit with her tongue, and your hips bucked. "Could do this for hours."

"Please—" You weren't even sure what you were begging for. "Fuckahh, more—"

She gave you more. Her tongue worked your clit with increasing pressure while one finger teased your entrance, gathering your wetness before pushing inside.

"Oh fuck—" Your back arched off the bed. "Yes, yes, right there—"

"Right here?" She curled her finger, finding a spot that made you see stars. "You like that, pretty girl?"

"Yes—more—please—"

She added a second finger, stretching you deliciously. Her tongue never stopped its assault on your clit, and you could feel your orgasm building embarrassingly fast.

"Shoko—I'm gonna—already—"

"Already?" She sounded delighted, not mocking. "Let me see. Cum for me, pretty girl. Show me how good I make you feel."

"C-Can't—s’embarrassing!—"

She sucked your clit into her mouth while her fingers pumped faster. "You're perfect. Now Cum."

You shattered. Your orgasm crashed through you with an intensity you'd never experienced alone, your pussy clenching around her fingers, your thighs squeezing her head. You cried out her name over and over, tears streaming down your temples.

She worked you through it, gentling her touch as you came down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs.

"Beautiful," she murmured. "So fucking beautiful when you cum ."

"I want—" You were still catching your breath, still trembling. "I want to touch you too."

"Yeah?" She crawled up your body, her wet lips meeting yours in a kiss that tasted like you. "You don't have to—"

"I want to." You flipped her over, surprising you both with your boldness. "Tell me what you like."

She looked up at you with something like wonder. "Whatever you want to give me. I'll take anything."

You kissed her deeply, then trailed your mouth down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. When you took her nipple into your mouth, she gasped, her hands flying to your hair.

"Yes—fuck—just like that—"

Encouraged, you sucked harder, your hand coming up to palm her other breast. She arched into your touch, soft moans falling from her lips.

"You're so good at this," she breathed. "For someone who's never—oh god—"

You switched to her other nipple, biting gently, and she whined high in her throat. The sound went straight to your core, making you clench around nothing.

"Can I taste you?" you asked, suddenly desperate to make her feel as good as she'd made you feel. "I've never done it before, but I want—"

"Yes." She spread her thighs for you, and the sight of her glistening pussy made your mouth water. "Fuck baby, Ahh—hh."

You settled between her legs, taking a moment just to look. She was beautiful everywhere—even here, pink and wet and swollen with arousal.

"Tell me if I do something wrong," you whispered.

"You won't. Just—oh fuck—"

Your first tentative lick made her whole body shudder. You licked again, more confidently, exploring her folds the way she'd explored yours. When you found her clit, she cried out, her hips bucking against your face.

"holy shit!—right there—"

You focused on that spot, licking and sucking experimentally. Her moans guiding you—higher when you did something right, desperate when you did something really right.

"Fingers—" she gasped. "Add y-your fingers, baby"

You pushed one finger inside her, amazed at how wet and tight she was. When you curled it the way she'd done to you, she practically screamed.

"Yes! Fucknghh, just like that—"

You added a second finger, pumping them in time with your tongue on her clit. She was falling apart above you, her thighs shaking, her hands fisted in your sheets.

"Gonna cum—" Her voice was high, desperate. You worked harder, faster, and felt her clench around your fingers as her orgasm hit.

She came with a cry of your name—your name—her whole body convulsing with pleasure.

When she finally stilled, you crawled up beside her, suddenly shy again. "Was that... okay?"

She laughed breathlessly, pulling you into a kiss. "Okay? That was incredible. Are you sure you've never done that before?"

"Never." You ducked your head, smiling.

"Mmm." She rolled on top of you, her thigh pressing between yours. "I'm not done with you yet, pretty girl." She started grinding against you, her wet pussy sliding against your thigh while hers pressed against your core.

"I want to feel you cum against me."

"Shoko—" You gasped as she found a rhythm, pleasure sparking through you with every movement. "Oh god—"

"That's it." She kissed you messily, all tongue and teeth. "Move with me. Let me feel you."

You found her rhythm, your hips moving in tandem, your clits grinding against each other's thighs. The friction was incredible—wet and hot and building toward something explosive.

"Feels so good," you whimpered. "You feel so good—Hah—shit!"

"You feel better." She was panting now, her movements becoming erratic. "Gonna cum again— gon cum with me babe ?—"

"Yesyesyes! Shoko—" You both came together, clinging to each other as waves of pleasure crashed through you both. You felt her wetness gush against your thigh, felt your own release soaking hers, and it was the hottest thing you'd ever experienced.

She collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard, sticky with sweat and other fluids.

"Holy shit," she mumbled against your neck.