“M-Mhmm,” You squirm, throating his length with great fervor as his sudden thrusts take you by surprise.

Although you can’t see it, Sukuna flashes a wide grin before pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth and letting his brow furrow.

“Yeahh, I bet you do.” The man rasps, fingertips pressing into your head a little firmer, “You’ve probably wanted me to fuck your mouth first thing in the morning like this so many times, hm?”

Your throat tightens around him before you try tugging your head away, only to be stopped by a low grunt rumbling out of him.

“Ohhh, don’t take this away from me now. Come closer, let me give my wife’s throat a proper stretch.” Sukuna rasps heavily, a wet slick of precum dribbling out against the center of your tongue. You then swirl the oral muscle around his cock and feel it twitch in reaction. “Mhmm, love it when you spoil me like this.”

You can’t see it but your husband’s got the biggest grin on his face, cheeks tinted in a rosy hue and breath growing heavier by the second. His hips buck a bit harder and you could feel his rhythm steadily growing erratic as his cock swells further against the tight walls of your throat.

Thick spurts of salty precum flood into your mouth as you happily slurp over every ridge and vein pulsing down his dick. As your lips kiss his base, your nose is quickly left buried into the coarse hairs of pink at his groin. Your eyes roll further back into your skull and you release a moan in between your desperate sucks.

A guttural groan is ripped straight from his chest as his fingers begin to twist into the sheet over your head, anchoring your mouth in place just to feel the way your throat struggles around the thick girth of his cock. His tip smooches a little deeper and you're left to gag softly as a breath gasp jumps out of him.

Sukuna has always looved head, so to have you waking him up like this was nothing more than a wet dream come true.

One last thrust into your mouth takes place before there's a rope of warm cum pouring down your throat. His hand gets impossibly heavier against the back of your head and you swear you hear him choke before uttering, "Milk me, y-yes. Fuck, s'good."

Then a slight arch forms in his back as you swallow everything flooding into your mouth, earning a sinful purr out of his throat just before the thin sheet yanked away in one swift motion. Your flushed face and swollen lips are left exposed to his gaze and you try not to smile at how flushed his face is.

"Show me," Sukuna murmurs with a carefully cocked brow.

You obediently open your mouth and lull your tongue out flat to display the emptiness on it—no evidence of him ruining your throat left aside from the glistening traces of spit sheening over your lips.

The sight of you like this first thing in the morning doesn't fail in the slightest to have his cock twitching right back to life as if you'd never sucked him off to begin with. Sukuna's never had a long refactory period but fuck, you didn't think his cock would be curving up for your attention that quickly.

With a brash grin on his face, your husband casually gestures his hand your way as if to tell you to take care of him again. He's sure your mouth and throat are already tired but it'd be cute to actually see you struggle on his—

You're cutting off his train of thought by swallowing up his dick without the slightest bit of struggle. The way your mouth slops past his thick tip and suctions his length in to the deepest corners of your throat has Sukuna choking.

The moment you hear him do so, you flick your eyes up at him and let your tongue slather against the prominently throbbing vein resting at the left underside of his cock. Sukuna's hand curls into the sheet he'd pulled off of your head just moments ago and he weakly pushes his hips up and then tips his head over to the side.

In doing so, he just barely catches sight of how his dick is outlined against the clenching muscles of your throat.

"Fuckkk, that's it." He praises hoarsely before moving his shaky hands to the sides of your face. Then he steadies you completely and maintains eye contact with you for a couple seconds, smirk widening out across his face. "Swallow my cock juuust like that," Sukuna coos in between the next few slow rolls of his hips.

His hands tighten against the your face before he starts fucking himself into your mouth again, quickly picking up his once shallow pace, and letting his brows furrow at the sight. He watches closely as your eyes gloss over and specifically waits for you to gag loudly around his dick before he smiles.

Then Sukuna starts nodding as if to let you know he's about to cum and you don't think there's anything sexier than the face he makes every time he does. His brows would twist upward and his jaw falls open, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly while a louddd groan bellows out of his throat.

The feel of warm cum flooding down your gullet is just enough to serve as some form of breakfast for the morning and you're entirely content with that. Your husbands hips are relentless as he fucks his second load das deep as he can and you try your best to swallow every drop just as you did the first time.

Once Sukuna pulls out, you're finally allowed a moment to gasp and cough a couple times while he slumps back against the pillows.

It's quiet for only a few seconds before his head rolls over to spare you a glance and then his hand reaches out to cup your jaw and tilt your face up. Your lips are all swollen and slick, throat still tensing from the proper stretching he just gifted you with.

He thumbs at your bottom lip and then parts it to inspect the insides of your mouth again.

Making sure to whisper, “S’pretty,” as if to not let that go to your head and then moving to haul you up by your arm so he can lean in and kiss you—shamelessly licking at the corners of your mouth and capturing the few drops of his cum that somehow failed to run down your throat.

After quickly devouring your mouth to replace the taste of his cock with his tongue, his hands are felt at your waist, and he tugs you impossibly closer before hugging you. The gesture is unexpected—despite your many years of marriage—but his next few words make it all make a lot more sense to you.

“Next time, I should like to wake up and see you on top of me," Your husband demands.

You stare at him all innocently, “I dunno about all that, Sukuna.”

His somewhat affectionate stare quickly fades into a sharp glare, “I wasn’t asking.”

“Oh.”

☆ Geto Suguru

As soon as you sat up one morning, something thick ‘n sticky began to ooze out of you, warm rivulets of cum trickling down your inner thighs. The panties you had on the night prior? Gone, vanished without a trace. Your boyfriend of many years? Sound asleep next to you!

Just as you shift slightly, feeling the slick mess between your legs, the man in question begins to stir awake and releases a soft hum just as his eyes flutter open. Your gazes meet once he props himself up on one elbow, his eyes dropping before yours get the chance to as he catches the evidence of his indulgence seep out of you.

"Morning, sweet girl," He hums rather innocently before leaning up just to kiss at your cheek and whisper, "I left a little something inside you while you were sleeping.” Geto points out casually, “Hope you don’t mind.”

Truth be told, part of him hoped you would mind. He hopes you’d scold him for being soo perverted, despite the fact that you’re the one who told him you wanted him to use you whenever, even if you were asleep.

He hardly waited two days after receiving that consent of yours before he was fucking you while you dreamt of god knows what.

Even seeing you under the gentle glow of the morning's light, it's all he can think about. The way he'd spread your legs apart with insistent hands, feeling your unaware frame fall exactly how he needed it to whilst he positioned himself between your thighs.

Geto stuffed the thick head of his cock into your sleeping pussy, letting each inch stretch you out nice 'n slowly, your welcoming walls hugging him with a sloppy heat that made his breath hitch. Drool seeped from the corner of your lips as you readjusted yourself in your sleep, eyes remaining closed, and lashes fanning slightly against your cheeks.

The first thrust into you almost made him feel bad, considering how your body had rocked forward and your cunt clenched ever so sweetly around him as if to gasp.

“You’re s’good to me,” Geto mumbled into the dark room, “F-Fuck, look at you…” His hand went caressing across the side of your face before he tilted his head, “Don’t even know I’m inside you right now, huh?”

He couldn’t help but reel his hips back as he caught the faintest scrunch in your nose. Then he leaned over your body a bit, caging you underneath him and doing his best to hold back from fucking you like he really wanted to. Even though you weren’t awake to make fun of him for it, he still didn’t wanna cum too soon.

Geto’s cock plunged in a little deeper—slathering right against that spot he knows normally has your body arching away from him as if you couldn’t take it, “Would it be bad if I kept going til’ you woke up? Mngh.. you’d probably like that too much.”

Just then, your pussy decides to respond with a ringing squelch! around his cock as he bottoms out. You’re so wet around him that even the dark silks of hair decorating the skin just above his base is shimmering over from your slick. The bed below your bodies is already soaking and Geto nearly feels worse for knowing he’s doing all this to you and you’re missing it.

A pout pulls out his bottom lip for a moment before he shoots his gaze down some more just to watch your juices spill out all around his cock as he slowly rolls his hips back ‘n forth in a languid motion.

“Mmnh..” You’re grumbling in your sleep, but to him the noise sounds mostly like one of pleasure.

One warm breath falls from his mouth as he looks back up to your face, “Moaning in your sleep,” Geto whispers, stilling his hips a moment so that he doesn’t wake you. “So cute.”

While part of him wished you were awake to react and be in the moment of sex with him, the other part of him relished in having you so pliant. None of those whines you spew his way when you swear he’s going too fast or too hard or too slow or whatever-the-fuck. The list of complaints you teasingly throw your boyfriend’s way just to irritate or taunt him while he’s got his dick inside you is quite endless.

You once spent thirty minutes begging to suck him off just to complain about him “bruising your throat” the following morning.

Did you show all symptoms of having a bruised throat that morning? Perhaps. Is that his fault? Nooo, of course not!

Either way, Geto’s appreciating being able to fuck you while you’re sleeping. It’s a little surreal here ‘n there—considering how he’s talking to himself instead of talking you through it—but it’s enjoyable nonetheless.

Especially when your cunt seems to be wide awake as his pace picks up a little. You’re squeezing around him just how he likes it and it’s pulling the oxygen right out of his lungs, leaving him a panting mess above you within mere minutes.

Geto finds it moderately unfair how perfect you are for him even while you’re sleeping.

“Nngh-, shit. I’m gonna cum,” His brows furrow tightly, hands having found security on your hips in a neat fashion to keep your body a bit more steady for the way he rocks his lengthy dick into you. “You want that? My sleepy girl, you’re gonna wake up s’full of me.“

His rambles continue on as he grows closer to something creamy gushing out of his cock, words of filth flowing so naturally out of his mouth that anyone would assume it to be second nature to the man.

Then his tip crams up against a particularly sappy nook of your cunt and a whine squeaks past his lips, “Ah, imagine.. all my cum just leakin' out this pretty hole of yours.” Geto huffs as his hands trail further up your body just to give your tits a hearty squeeze, “Bet you’d call me a perv if you woke up right now—tell me how wrong it is to fuck you while you’re sleep...”

He knows that’s only half-way true, considering you did give him your full consent to this. But the thought of it. The thought of your eyes fluttering open with a gloss of confusion shimmering over them, your steady breaths quickly turning into panting moans, and your entire body awaking to your whorishly gorgeous boyfriend fucking you like the freak you’ve always known him to be…

That’s what gets him.

“You trust me so much.. hahh, fuuck..“ Geto chokes as the realization sends something sinful down his spine, his cock throbbing against your dormant walls, “Gets me so fuckin' hard I can barely think.”

Even though he’s keeping his voice pretty low, it’s getting harder ‘n harder to maintain that volume. You snore softly beneath him and somehow that makes your pussy feel all the more clenched around the head of his weepy dick.

“Mgh-, baby.. you’re getting tighter on me, c’mon now. I don’t wanna cum yet,” He puffs desperately, billowing his hips with slower thrusts as if to combat with your body’s natural reactions to him. “Relax that pussy for me, c’mon. Relax for Suguru, let me make you feel good.”

Your body does exactly that as if used to his cooing words—cunt adjusting to his size within the next few thrusts, oozing out slick all around his deft base as his balls are left flush with your skin.

“Atta’ fuckin’ girll,” Geto purrs hotly before letting his jaw fall open, “Uhuhh, you feel even better now. Can’t believe you listen to me even when you’re sleepin’.”

He thoughtlessly swishes a hand down in between your bodies, his thumb locating your clit and rubbing something utterly delectable into you. Something light like a moan escapes your throat and he worries for a moment that he’d just woke you up—his movements coming to a sharp stop.

When your boyfriend hears that alleged moan fade into another snore, he exhales slowly and then plucks his hips all the way back. His long cock bobs out of your pussy and the dew sight of slick ‘n filth alone is enough to make him draw his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Then Geto takes ahold of his shaft and pumps himself a couple times before tapping his tip against your puffy folds, swatting his cock in between them and then groaning out, “M’gonna cum. F-Fuuck, gorgeous…”

You just-so-happen to move in your sleep after he says that—unconsciously pushing forward and swallowing up his plump tip.

Geto’s face contorts into something just short of pornographic before he whines, “Y’gonna let me do that to you? Cum inside you while you’re sleeping? Ohmygoddd.”

Then he’s inching his hips forward as much as he can before cumming all inside your pretty pussy, leaving you nice and coated with his seed.

He had to put a hand over his mouth to conceal the sounds he’d let out in fear of waking you but right after he’s emptied himself into you, Geto pulls out and hastily holds a finger to your pulsing hole to stop his cum from spilling out.

Smirking, “You’ll probably wake up ‘n get soaked as soon as you feel what I left inside you….”

Which ultimately brings you back to now—the following morning where you’ve done exactly that.

You hadn’t minded what he’d left inside you at all. It may have been a little uncomfortable for you to sit up with the feel of gooey cum dribbling out of you in nasty globs but, it’s swiftly accompanied by dews of your morning arousal.

Then you were leaning back a bit and sending your boyfriend that looks he knows and loves, “Well? Are you gonna sit there ‘n stare at me all day or are you gonna clean up your mess?” You huff towards Geto.

His eyes seem to have a twinkle in them upon hearing those words, his body melting into position in between your legs faster than you have time to process.

You feel his palms come sticking to your thighs as he pushes them apart and swats his tongue over his lips, “You’re the one who said I could use you whenever I wanted. Don’t be such a brat about it, princess.”

Peering down at him, you cock a brow his way, “Yeah well, I didn’t tell you to leave your cum in me all night. Now less talking and more cleaning, perv.”

Oh fuck.

Do you even have any idea of what you just started?

Spoiler alert: no.

☆ Gojo Satoru

You made a mistake.

Giving your "sweet" husband Gojo the permission to bury his dick inside you whenever he wants was probably not in your best interest. Fairly enough, you'd given him that permission about a month ago now and he's only exhausted that free use a handful of times.

You expected him to be all over you nearly every night but, that simply wasn't the case. Instead, he waited for rather specific situations to pull the free use card.

Specific situations such as now, while you're laying across your living room couch with your phone pressed up to your ear. You'd received a call from one of your exes and now you're listening to him ramble on about how harshly life's been treating him since you left.

You swear you were seconds from hanging up the phone, but you were never quite given a chance to do so since the sound of your husband returning home from a long day of work pulled you out of the dully dragging, one-sided conversation. Before you could turn your head towards the hallway that led to the front door, you felt this sudden weight shifting down onto the backs of your thighs.

When you glanced back over your shoulder, Gojo was giving you this deceivingly innocent smile as his big hands moved to slide against your sides.

You gave him a greeting smile of your own before he leaned down to kiss at your forehead.

Then his ears caught the familiar voice on your phone.

He'd been no stranger to this ex of yours since you'd shared the many, many horror stories about what you'd experienced with the him over the years. But, Gojo wasn't in much of a mood to care or question you about it right now.

Not after the looooong day of work he's had—having spent the majority of it fantasizing about returning home to his beautiful wife.

Hence why it only takes one short push of his hips for you to feel the lump of his cock bulging out against his slacks and pressing into the cushioning of your ass. You gasp at it but quickly cover it up with a fake cough before the idiot on the phone could ask you any questions about it.

Then you look back at your husband again, only to find that all his attention is on your ass. His hands move to squish your cheeks together as he bites his lip, cheeks hued in blush just from how aroused he already is. Fuck, he'd been thinking about this—about you—all damn day.

And now you're in his hands, all soft 'n pliant for him. Gojo feels you glaring at him from just beyond his peripherals but he still doesn't care. In fact, he lifts one of his hands to wave your starring off entirely—silently signaling you to focus on your little phone call instead of what he's doing.

You let it slide for the time being and turn your head away with a roll of your eyes, humming into the phone in response to whatever your ex had last uttered to you.

This continues on for a few minutes with nothing unusual happening until Gojo smacks at your ass and you feel his cock rutting in between the valley of the two mounds. His pants are still keeping him constrained but it doesn't do much to conceal how much he's twitching beneath the fabric.

Nor does it aid with how hot you begin to get as he shamelessly begins to hump you. The sounds of his soft pants fan out from behind you and you're hoping this is all he'll do before he cums and leaves you to work your way off the phone.

Unfortunately for you, that's not at all what happens.

Gojo's hands get greedier as his dick gets impossibly harder and you feel his palms sneaking to your waist for a moment before he slips them right under you. Your stomach is given a soft squeeze as he smiles and then his hands are traveling up to your tits—successfully groping at them in sync with the rocking of his hips.

Sometimes you think he forgets just how big he is. Those long limbs of his are straddling your legs but that doesn't help with the weight of his firm body pressing down against you.

Then he has the nerve to crane over to your other ear. "Need you," Gojo whispers whilst his hips thrust lightly, his hands having snuck under your shirt by now.

He thoroughly cups your breasts and lets his fingers dig into your flesh while leaking an embarrassing amount of pre into his boxers—the moisture seeping through enough to leave a wet patch against his dark pants.

Before you can mute the phone to respond to him—or do anything, really—he's kissing at the side of your neck and muttering into your skin, "Gonna fuck you now, okay?”

As quickly as you can, you move the phone away from your ear and hope it doesn't catch your voice as you huff, “Satoru, wait.”

“Shhhh, you told me whenever I want, remember?” He cuts off quickly. His hands are moving right after he says that, reaching the flimsy waistband of your bottoms and tugging them down along with your moderately soaked panties to reveal your naked skin.

You look back with a pout on your face, gesturing slightly towards your phone, “But—“

Gojo meets eyes with you shortly while his hands fly to his thick belt to tug it out the way and then unzip his pants. His chin nods towards that pesky call of yours, “Who is that anyway?” He asks as if not already aware.

“Uh," You swallow thickly, "Remember uhm… Naoya?”

Unbothered, your husband flashes a smile. “Ohhh, that’s your ex, right?” He hums back to you. Your head nods in response and he scoffs in between his fingers steadily unzip his pants, “Fuck's he want?”

“He said I-, ah—Satoru..” Your breathy moan was prompted by the heavy thump of his cock against your ass with all its veiny weight as Gojo lets it bob and then slap at your cheeks.

Still looking at you, “He said you what?” Gojo asks.

Your lashes flutter—and despite the hushed back and forth going on here, your clueless ex is still talking to himself on your phone. “—Said he found some stuff I left over at his place, and then went rambling on from there.”

You mostly expected this to be the part where Gojo acts out of possessiveness or jealousy, but to your surprise, he only shrugs. "Why didn’t you hang up?”

“I was curious," You tell him honestly.

He nods, “Oh yeah?”

Your eyes drop to the way his hand is rubbing along his cockhead, smearing his own pre around his pinkened tip and leaving it to glisten under the dim living room lighting.

Then you gulp, “...I figured something might be wrong, but he’s just talking to me n-normally,” Your stammers come from his cockhead shhlicking down between your folds, kissing your hole all sloppy.

“Mh. Alright,” Gojo murmurs, nodding his head toward the phone again as his attention falls elsewhere, “Keep listening to him then.”

“But I thought you wanted to—“

His hand finds the back of your head all of a sudden and he pushes your face down against the couch cushions a bit, doing so to muffle the expected moan that’s ripped out of your throat as he bucks his hips forward all meanly.

“You heard what I said.” He warns as he watches you shakingly obey via drawing the phone back up to your ear. “Uhuh, don’t even worry about me, sweetheart. Just let me use this pussy til’ I’m satisfied. Pretend I’m not even here.”

It’s quite difficult to do that as Gojo wastes no time sprawling the lips of your pussy out around his wide shaft. Those gorgeous white lashes of his flutter in relief as he first begins to feed his cock into your cunt, eyeing the way you suck him in despite having to bite down on the couch to stop yourself from moaning directly into the phone call.

In courtesy of said call, your husband is even nice enough to go easy on you!

…For the first few minutes, anyway.

It doesn’t take much longer before his hands are properly anchoring your body down against the couch via your hips and his thrusting is timed perfectly with each time you try to open your mouth and speak to that stupid ex of yours.

The first few times you were able to play your moans off as a cough and told the bummy Naoya that you’d probably come down with a cold or something. You knew if you tried to work your way off the phone—even though you’d been doing so long before Gojo got home—your husband would probably punish you by edging you til’ your legs lost functionality in them and your pussy was a leaking mess all over this very couch.

So, you did your best to maintain the one-sided conversation for as long as you could. The only bad thing about it was that your talking and moaning made you squeeze Gojo’s cock all the more tighter and he fucking loved it.

He just couldn’t get enough of how wet this was getting you—how you seemed to relish in this kinda situation. It quickly let him know that this should be a reoccurring thing he does.

Free use is one thing, but executing it only when you’re talking to someone else was definitely in Gojo’s best interest now.

So in between him purposefully waiting until you’re mid-response to fuck you harder, he’d angle himself over and talk into your other ear all nasty, “Yeahhhh, you like this, don’t you? Getting fucked real good while that pathetic ex of yours rambles to you? Makes me wonder if you’d be this wet if I did this more often—fuck you while you’re on the phone…”

Then his hand would come down against your ass again, the smack surely loud enough to be heard on the phone.

“What was that?” Naoya’s grating voice asks through the call.

You bite down a little harder on the bit of cushion you already had in between your teeth so you could drool out a moan before lifting your face up and gasping. “M-My husband dropped something. Don’t worry about it,” You breathed out.

The man on the other end of your phone didn’t seem too convinced but he was in the middle of explaining something before he interrupted himself with his own question so, he returned right back to the topic.

Gojo’s lips curl against your ear—having picked up on the sly way in which you tried to remind Naoya that you’re married, clearly hoping that it would get the call to end sooner.

“Should I wait til’ you get a call from work next time?” He grunts into your ear just as his cock knocks into your cervix, smearing the area over with a glimmer of his glossy precum. “Think you could hold in your moans if I did that?”

You mindlessly move the phone away from your mouth and let your maw hang open as you look back at him, “Toru..”

Gojo gives you a toothy smile before shaking his head and tugging your body back to meet his heavy thrusts, “Uh-uh, answer my question.”

His hand then tugs your face all the way up by your jaw and the phone falls as he plows into you. In doing so, he also manages to force your body into this nasty arch against the couch that has all noises heard by your ex on the phone.

You even hear Naoya’s sentences fall short as he pauses for a long moment and listens closely. Then, “The fuck is that noise—“

Plap plap plap!

The smacking of Gojo’s hips to your ass is picked up by your phone in the best of quality, each slap of skin heard perfectly by the man on that call.

Eyes narrowing on his end, even though you can’t see it, Naoya glances at his phone sideways and his face twists up, “—Are you…”

“Mmgh! Fuuck, Satoruu,” You choke out helplessly. “R-Right theree, ah!”

The sudden encouragement from your lips is exactly what eggs Gojo on into grunting all loudly and leaning his body up. The prone bone position you two have been neatly tucked into this entire time is unmoving as he continues to pull you back onto his cock.

He moans upon feeling you cumming around him and leaving this creamy mess all over the thumping veins that decorate his length.

Shamelessly talking at a normal volume as if that call of yours isn’t ongoing. “There she iss, there’s my perfect wife.” Then Gojo reaches over and swipes up the phone, talking right into it, “Sounds s’pretty doesn’t she?”

Naoya’s spewing and sputtering out curses to the both of you but Gojo tosses the device faster than he has time to hear or care. Then his hands pin you down against the couch by your waist and his bucking becomes insistent.

The couch moves slightly, scraping the floor with how rough he was being before Gojo lets his leg slide off slightly so he can steady himself. Then one of his hands move to the side of the couch to hold it still while his dick angles somewhere to the left inside you.

You sometimes forget just how big ‘n strong your husband is—how easily he can fold your body and handle the janky movement of furniture at the same time. And it seems you’d forgotten it so much that now you were trying to run from him a bit.

He notices how your hips pull away whenever he tugs them onto himself and the cute attempt makes him grin. To distract you from your futile attempts of escaping him, Gojo weighs his head to the side and huffs, “You uh, you never answered my question, sweet thing.”

Your eyes roll back almost instantly and the man feels his heart throb at how pretty you look getting fucked out on him already. “Yes, ‘Toru. Hnngh-, fuck! I’d love it if you-, ohmygod… i-if you did this more often,” You moan to him.

“Babyyyyy,” Gojo coos, pearly sloshes of cum quickly pouring out from the head of his cock but not stopping nor slowing that bullying pace of his, “That’s so slutty of you. Wonder where you got that from.”

You just barely send a glare back his way. “D-Don’t act innocent.”

His brows shoot upward and he grins cheekily, “Hmm?” It’s almost like he wasn’t actively flooding your insides with cum. “Are you implying that I turned you into this?” You nod and he tuts, “Say it then.”

You hated loved when he challenged you like this—as if you were scared to admit it or something. Swallowing down your moans firmly enough to breathe, “You did this to me, Satoru.”

That dopey smile of his returns to his stupidly angelic face and he’s fucking his cum into you real’ good whilst talking, “Oh yeah? What’d I do, baby? Talk to me nice.”

“R-Ruined me,” You cry out with drool dribbling out from the corner of your mouth, “Turned me into a slut for you.”

“Fuck yeah I did,” Gojo replies proudly. Then he looks down and rocks his hips forward before stilling himself inside you just to feel you clench and unclench around him. “Now, are you gonna cum for me again or do I have to get that ex of yours on FaceTime?”

Your eyes widen, “You wouldn’t.”

“Hah,” The phone he tossed earlier is swiped right back up and you hear that signature ringing faster than you have time to process anything.

Naoya answers after only two rings. Though, it should be noted that he never even hung up the regular call.

“The fuck?” He spits as he’s met with your husband angling the phone up just right to show his smothered cock tucked inside you.

Gojo moves to tap at your head next, meeting eyes with you for half a second once you glance back at him, “Smile for me, sweetheart.”

☆ Nanami Kento

“You said anytime I want, my love.”

You didn’t think he would finger you while you had company.

It was movie night with a great deal of your friends scattered around your shared living room and yet here your fiancé was forcing your legs to spread open while you sat on his lap.

Two thick fingers were idly rubbing against your pussy over the fabric of your panties—a small blanket the only thing concealing the sight.

You whispered back to the man as quietly as you could, not wanting to deal with what was to come if anyone around you two figured out what exactly was going on under that blanket, “Kento this is absurd!”

“Shh, shh," Nanami hummed deeply, his eyes trained forward just over your shoulder whilst his fingers continued with their motions, "I can’t hear the movie.”

A frown took over the shape of your lips, “But—“

Already annoyed, “Shut up,” He cut off before glancing away from the TV screen to make sure no one was looking at you both. With no peering eyes found, he decides now as a good time to stuff your mouth full of his free fingers. “Isn't this so much better? Now suck.”

Your cunt twitched against the digits he had neatly rubbing against you and he took that as a sweet reply from you, your lips slowly molding around his fingers before you bobbed your head forward ever so slightly.

You made sure to keep the sounds of your sucking to a quiet slurp that could easily pass off as one of you sipping on something—and this surprisingly worked just fine for the next few minutes.

...At least until Nanami pulled your panties to the side.

Then his fingers lifted away from your skin for a few seconds to allow your poor pussy a moment to throb 'n clench around nothing before he smacked! at it lightly. The wet plp that rang out into the space surrounding you both surprisingly wasn't loud enough to cause any heads to turn.

Which, of course, was what you preferred.

But it did cause you to moan, "Ken," as his fingers fell from your mouth.

Nanami suppressed a groan but he couldn't quite stop his crotch from shifting under your ass. The hand that'd been occupying your mouth fell for a moment as one of your guests looked into your direction—to which your fiancé kindly sent them an innocent grin and then glanced to you as if you two had been having some casually whispered conversation that totally didn't involve him playing with your pussy.

He tipped his mouth up to your ear for a moment and made sure his words didn't escape the space between you whatsoever, “They’ll catch on if you keep moaning my name like that.”

Despite his warning, he purposefully begins to feed his thiiiick fingers past your dewy entrance—which accepts him nicely via squelching hotly in between your thighs.

“Fuck,” You whine after bringing some of the blanket up to cover the bottom half of your face.

As if that would properly conceal your sounds or something...

Nanami's behind you grinning as his free hand fingers your hip and forces your body to push back 'n forth against the very prominent erection in his pants, “Can you feel me? Feel what this does to me?” He asks softly, breath cascading down the side of your shoulder now, “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day. Seems like you have too.”

Just as he points that out, he's poking two fingers into your cunt and letting the tips of them swipe against your sopping walls—earning a gorgeous gloss of liquid arousal to spurt out from where you're currently connected.

Your body naturally slumps back against his a bit as your legs sprawl out some more over his. “Please...” You huff, unsure of what exactly you were even begging for.

“Your squirming will only make it worse, y'know," Nanami warns far too kindly.

“Nngh-," You moan again.

It's almost like you were caring less and less about the surrounding company!

“You're a mess, my love. Can you really not handle a couple fingers without my others in your mouth?” He sighs, sparing you no time to answer, and letting his fingers scissor out against your walls as they dig further into you.

He easily fucks himself knuckle deep and leaves his pointer and pinky to press into the plush of your surrounding skin.

Then, after plugging your mouth up with his digits yet again—since you can't seem to behave without them—his whispers felt like warm honey against your ear, "I suppose this means I can go faster now, no?"

“Mmgh!” Your grumbling around his digits truly has his cock aching in his pants. But he doesn't want to fuck you in front of everyone like this.

At least, not yet.

Though, the thought is most definitely tempting.

You figure this much based on how taunting his voice soothes out against your ear again, “Do you want them to see you like this, darling?” Then his fingers slide against the center of your tongue whilst his others curve into your cunt, “Should I move this blanket and let them?”

Your head shakes frantically and you even move a hand of your own to push at the one he's got buried in between your thighs, inaudibly begging for some sort of break or moment to at least gather your thoughts.

“Ohhh, don’t do that.” Nanami purrs in this suddenly condescending tone, tongue peeping out past his lips to lick a stripe against the side of your neck. Then his words feel just as warm and feverish as his breath is all pressed up against your skin, “I think you want it. You want me to toss this blanket and let everyone here watch me fuck you.”

“M-Mmph!” You grumble before slithering your tongue in between the fingers he's got lodged past your wobbly lips.

“Look at you, practically crying for it," He adds on in reference to your currently sobbing cunt. If only he could see how wet you had his slacks right now. Feeling it is one thing, of course, but he knows setting his eyes on it directly is another thing in itself entirely. “You want all our neighbors to see how pretty you look bouncing on my cock?”

Nanami slides his fingers out of your mouth just to let you respond with the quiet whimper of his name, “Kento..”

“I want them to see," He admits naughtily, “Want them to watch how wide I stretch you, watch how I make this pretty cunt squirt… shit.” Now his fingers were diving in and out of you at a faster rate, sloshing left 'n right each time they came out to slander your slick all over the place.

A friend or two surely caught on to what was happening under that blanket by now.

But... you think both you and Nanami lost it in yourselves to care enough by this point.

Which is confirmed and doubled down on as your head angles back and you lose all your senses with the way you kiss him.

Nanami groans lowly into your mouth, the sound vibrational. Then he sears his next array of admissions in between your lips, “Mmh, I knew it. You want it too, huh?”

“Yeah,” You huff, nodding slightly.

Neither of you were thinking things through at all. Moreso him than you, though.

Which is proven in the next number of minutes just after Nanami adjusts his cock out of his pants and works it past your quivering ring of resistance in slow motion. The wide stretch had your body squirming all over the place and the hand that covered your mouth was most certainly a necessity by this point.

Although one or two people in the room had caught on to what might have been happening between you and Nanami, they couldn't be entirely sure just yet. It was still dark in the room and the TV was loud enough in the moment to mask your muffled cries of pleasure.

“If you moan too loud, I’m moving the blanket and fucking you in front of everyone for real," Nanami warned—trying his best to at least let you try to give this a solid attemp-

“K-Kennn,” You whimper beyond the palm of his hand, killing that attempt entirely.

With a scoff, “Oh. You don't think I'm being serious, do you?”

One moment his cock is fully inside of you and the next... the blanket flies off.

Shit.

☆ Choso Kamo

Legs pressed up to his chest, thighs clasped together tightly, and something hot ‘n rock hard rutted in between them—occasionally nudging in between your folds and against your clit—you were woken up to the sight of your rather depraved boyfriend fucking your thighs.

Whimpering as quietly as he could, “FuckFuckFuckFuck-, nnngh… fuuuck-,” Choso gasped all pathetically.

The two of you had been napping and cuddling together just minutes ago but then he woke up so painfully hard with his cock already crammed up against the pretty curve of your ass. He just couldn't help himself!

And surely you didn't expect him to ignore his boner when you specifically told him that if he ever needed you, he could have you—no matter the place or situation.

So when you turned over in your sleep and he saw how nicely your thighs were hugging one another, he just couldn't help but imagine what his flushed cock would look like smudged in between them. He's already shown you time 'n time before that he's dangerously obsessed with your thighs.

Well, technically he's obsessed with all parts of you but, something about your thighs make him dizzy in his own arousal. Every time Choso has you riding his face, his hands are always groping and squishing your thighs. And he can't deny how attractive he thinks it is when you've just finished sucking him off and his cum spills down past your face and into the perfect crease of your clamped legs.

Which is exactly why he didn't waste much time repositioning himself so that he could hold your legs up now and slowly nudge his dick in between your legs. He tried to be careful of rubbing against your cunt as he held your limbs up against his chest with one bulky arm, the other propped somewhere to the side of him so that he'd be in a decent enough position to thrust against you.

“S-So pretty,” Choso grunted as he saw just how much he came already. Creamy globs of cum coated the entirety of his cock and smeared all nastily along your inner thighs, making it easy for his still-rigid length to slide back and forth now. All while he whispers, “I love you, baby. Love f-fucking you like this.“

His pelvis would clash with the back of your legs over and over again, the rough motion hard enough to have your torso rocking further up against the bed. If not for the pillows he adroitly set behind your head prior to getting off with your legs, you surely would've woken up from the top of your head knocking into the headboard.

Luckily enough for Choso, you wake up from feeling the other thing he'd been trying to avoid—the friction his cock created against your pussy.

It was an accident, really. He wanted to use your thighs really quickly and then go back to cuddling with you as if nothing ever happened but... well, after he came the first few times he was still hard.

He had to do something about it, right?"

“Go faster, Cho,” You're heard murmuring while your sleepily rub over your eyes, “C’mon, if you're gonna fuck my thighs like this then do it properly.”

“O-Ohh shiiiit,” Choso's breath gets tangled up almost immediately. He saw that you started to move and knew you were waking up but he didn't expect you to start talking to him like that so abruptly.

Then you give him a cute, but groggy smile as he mindlessly follows your instructions and picks up his pace, “There you go—good boyyy.”

Choso's eyes roll back and his hips are moving uncontrollably now. He probably would've ended up like this even if you didn't say anything but fuck, now that you have? Oh, the poor man was done for.

“Gonna cum,” He pants, watching through glossed eyes as you move your hand out to stroke at his cock each time it slots through the small gap he's created in between your thighs, “Gonna cum on you-, shit. Your thighs are s’warm.. They-, hahh-,” He’s cut off by you squeezing your legs—his eyes rolling back, headboard knocking up against the wall, and raw, husky groans pouring out of him.

Then you watch silky strings of cum spurt from his flustered tip, landing all over your torso, and even flying up to hit your mouth a little.

Choso's brows are left taut as he tries his best to keep himself from falling over on top of you and tugging your pajamas off just to plop his creamy cock inside you. Instead, he maintains his balance just fine and sways his head to the right before looking down at the way his dick is rubbing against your core again.

“Does it feel good for you too?” He pants cutely, doe-like eyes running up to your face, “Can you still feel me there? Against your pussy?”

You've clasped your bottom lip in between your teeth by now and your hand is left wet from his cum but you still manage a nod in response. To which Choso releases an eased sigh.

Then he leans up to properly, keeping his body steady on his knees and wrapping his other arm around you to come and pinch your clit somewhere in between his somewhat jittery grinds.

“Choso,” You call out in surprise, your hand flying down to hold his wrist.

He flashes this fucked-out little grin your way, answering his own question, “Mhmm, you cann. Fuck, you’re so wet from this.”

You let off a moan and then smile right back at him, “So are you.”

“Uhuh,” He gasps, “A-Always wet for my girl.”

You giggle at his dazed way of speaking now, wondering distantly just how many times he came while you were sound asleep, “I don’t think that’s how it works, baby.”

Choso's eyes soften in awe of you. “Don’t laugh at me,” He says with his plump bottom lip begining to poke out.

You gesture your hand out for him to come closer to you, “Awh, c’mere. Don’t pout.”

Casually ignoring you, your boyfriend naturally presses your legs down flat against your chest and his cock pops out from in between your thighs, dangling in the air with a drooling string of cum dripping from his flushed head.

Then he uses his strength to hold you down with one hand, the other grabbing ahold of his dick and letting it pat against your pussy—watching the way your plump lips press out around his shape through the fabric of your panties.

“You’re soaked from all that," He points out, noticing how the majority of your underwear is a dark shade indicating just how wet you'd gotten from waking up to his actions.

“Choso..." You murmur as you unconsciously send him a frown.

He looks up at your face, “Aw, now you’re the one pouting.”

Accompanying his words is a steady build up of something sloppy rubbing back 'n forth against the outline of your pussy. He doesn't really feel like taking your panties off or even moving them out of the way just yet, wanting to drag out your need for him as punishment for your first act towards him being those taunting words you threw his way earlier.

“Stop teasing,” You end up whining after the first few slips of his dick.

Normally you'd be all for this kinda thing but considering you woke up and immediately got horny from seeing your boyfriend finally taking advantage of the free use you'd given him months ago, it was a bit difficult for you not to be impatient now.

Choso lets out a hot breath as he decides to try something a little different. You'd already seen enough of his pathetic needy side for the day so, he figures it's time he switches it up now. Rasping out a rather commanding, “Say please.”

“Please?” You beg instantly while sending him that look you know makes him absolutely weak for you.

For the first time in foreve, Choso manages to ignore that look of yours and tips his head back a bit while thrusting his cockhead in between your drooling slit—bumping his own against your clit. “A little more than that,” He requests in a softened tone, “Say, ‘can I please have your cock, choso’?”

“I…” You swallow thickly at first—caught entirely off guard by his specific request. The worst part about it was the fact that you know he felt the way your cunt went twitching and clenching in reaction, yearning to be stuffed full of him sooner rather than later, “Can I please have your cock, Choso?”

“Good girl," He hums in between the slightly shy smile he sends down to you, "Now you get your reward."

Your panties are torn right off within the following moment. Choso hadn't exactly meant to rip the fabric off of you like that but, y'know, he was still just as needy for you as you were for him.

He couln't help himself!

When his cock finally begins to push against your hole, he breaks your legs open and displays this whorish look you've never seen from him before. Sounding far too confident as he hums, “Gonna fuck you til’ you’re wishing I kept using your thighs now, princess.”

As if he doesn't end up cumming not even a minute after being inside yo.

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The sound naturally makes your entire body freeze and all you can do is stare at your phone, tipping your head to the side curiously before you tap at your screen to bring the ongoing call to the forefront of it.

You’d get quiet and he’d get louder, grunting out an all too husky, “Fuck,” that has you smiling to yourself a little. It was in times like this that you felt your ego growing in size.

Especially as you hear him grunting like he were trying to keep his sounds in.

But, your moment of confidence only lasts until the deep baritone of his voice snaps you out of it, “Keep talkin’, doll,” Toji orders.

There’s the faintest hint of need in his voice that has you biting your lower lip to hold back the toothy smile trying to present itself on your face. Gulping, “Toji…” You murmur, catching the way he sighs heavily in initial response.

On his end, he’s got his legs sprawled out, the fat heat of his dick squeezed in between his palm, and thick wads of sweat built up along his forehead. He'd been at it for a minute before you'd caught on.

Toji tosses his head tosses back at the sound of you calling his name. Huffing, “What?” as if what he’s doing hasn’t become rather obvious to you.

Your voice is suddenly closer to the phone and it makes him grunt, “You okay over there? You sound… busy,” You utter teasingly.

“Mmmh… mhm, m’fine, jus’-, hahh, keep… keep talkin’,” His long pauses and heavy exhales were making you squirm on your end. You could only imagine how he looked right now—that big hand of his wrapped around his poor, leaky cock as he gave himself quick tugs to the sound of your voice.

You start to shift around in your bed and almost forget to respond as you listen closely. Turning your volume up, you could hear just about everything. The sounds became vivid, a messy noise of spit heard as Toji wets his cock up in ways he’s known you to do for him, his hand slicks up 'n down his length in quicker pulls due to the saliva and precum mixing together.

“Hahhh, fuck,” Toji pants shortly, forcing himself to slow his hand down just so he can speak properly, “Why’d you stop? Hm?”

“I uh… I thought I heard something, sorry,” You hum as you fake cluelessness. “Anywho, what was I saying again? Do you remember?”

Ah, you’d decided to test him thinking he wasn’t paying attention at all to what you were discussing earlier. Jokes on you, Toji knows how to multitask. “Uh, you were tellin’ me about your day or somethin’,” He hums casually.

“Riiiight,” You chuckle. An idea pops into your mind and you decide to use his lack of full attention to what you were previously discussing to your advantage, “Well, me and my friends went to this new sweet spot today.”

“Yeah? And what else, doll?” Toji sounded so clearly occupied but he was trying his best to just get you to keep talking. Every word that left your lips went straight to his cock.

You grin, “Well, it was pretty hot today but I got lucky since they had popsicles! The one I got was suuper big, could’ hardly fit it in my mouth,” You explain.

Was this story true? Not exactly, but when else do you get the opportunity to tease your boyfriend like this?

Toji’s eyes flicker as he processes what the hell you just said to him, his cock twitching at the thought of your lips parting to take something large into your mouth. You knew what you were doing to him and he was starting to pick up on it.

Swallowing thickly, Toji hums, “Oh yeah? Reminds me of a couple of other things that can’t really fit in your mouth…”

“Hm? Like what, Toji?” You murmur innocently.

Your voice had softened by a lot and was driving him insane. That clearly false innocence wrapped itself into your question and it had the man picturing your expression. The way you’re probably sitting there with your eyes all wide and curious, batting those pretty lashes of yours like you don’t know what you were even asking him.

Scoffing, “Don’t play dumb, y’know what the hell m’talkin’ about.” Toji drawls out, voice a bit rougher with you.

You ignore his little attitude and let out a giggle, “Do I?”

“Yeah, you do,” Your boyfriend huffs. His breathing is noticeably heavier and little did you know, he had his head resting back and his eyes on the ceiling as he fisted his cock rapidly, slick sounds masked by his voice every time he spoke.

As if to make his state worse, your voice dips into something all the more sultry, “I’m really not sure Toji… What else is too big to fit in my mouth? Tell me.”

“Fuck-,” Toji lets out a slight gasp, his breath stuttering for a moment before he grunts, “My cock, baby. Y’know this.”

The way he gave up on getting you to say it first has you smiling, “Mmmh, I dunno Toji,” God you were saying his name too much and it was making his balls ache, “I had your cock down my throat perfectly fine the other day if I recall correctly.”

“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” Toji abruptly rasps out, making you gulp as you felt a throb in your core, “Where’d y’learn to talk like that, huh?”

You snicker, “From my boyfriend who enjoys jerking off to the sound of my voice.”

And just like that, Toji can feel his orgasm approaching—damn you and your slick remarks, you only ever acted like this over the phone. You knew better in person but, he'd let it slide for now.

“Hahh, fuck you,” Toji fires back.

“You want to right now, don’t you?” You were getting confident all of a sudden and he groans before shutting his mouth just to listen to you speak. “Wanna feel my tongue on your cock, huh?”

His hand squeezes onto his cock and a strangled grunt leaves the back of his throat, “Shit-,” Toji’s haw drops a little, “Don’t stop talkin’, m’close.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum thinking about fuckin’ my throat, right?” You murmur.

And he definitely was, it’s all he could think about right now. Especially with how bold you were being. How could he not picture you on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth all sloppily whilst he fucks that gorgeous face of yours just to teach you a lesson about talking to him like this?

Then you just kept going, “…Or just from me talking? Do you like my voice that much, Toji?” You ask.

He’s on his end just nodding as as if you could see him. What an idiot. “Yes, shit… You know I fuckin’ love your voice, baby,” Toji tells you.

God you wish you could see him right now. You just know he’s sweating, his tip all flushed over 'n drooling from your every word, large thighs trembling as he gets closer and closer to making one stupid mess of himself.

“C’mon then big guy, cum for me so you can come over,” You purr.

Just then Toji has to squeeze his eyes shut and he almost chokes. “It's late, doll,” He argues.

You tut, “Yeah well listening to you jerk off turned me on, so now you’ve gotta come over and deal with it.”

Some nerve you had. As if you wouldn’t be the one all teary eyed and pouty after a few kisses from him…

Yet, Toji’s not thinking about that right now, mindlessly agreeing just because he needs you and his hand is starting not to cut it anymore, “Hahhh, alright-, shit. Whatever the fuck you want. I’ll be over in ten.”

You snicker, “Make it five.”

He swears you’ll be the death of him.

Scoffing, “Needy ass girl… agh… can’t wait ten minutes?”

“You couldn’t wait til’ I got off the phone to jerk off?” You argue.

He’s smirking despite the slight irritation that creeps up on him due to how bratty you were being, “…Shut up.”

You smile, “Come shut me up.”

“Oh I’m about to.”

☆ Geto Suguru

Moaning your name as if that’ll cause your hand to be wrapped around his cock instead of your panties—Suguru uses your clothes to get off when you’re not around.

He doesn’t bother to call you or text you. It’s usually late when he gets like this, so he just settles for the lace panties you “accidentally” left over at his place.

Sometimes he’s got the fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerks off, other times he’s got it pressed up to his nose inhaling what little of your scent he could get as his hips fuck into the little O-shape he’s created with his hand. If he inhales strong enough, he swears he can still smell your pussy and that alone makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuuuck,” Geto moans unashamed into the air. What’s he gotta hold his voice back for? Even if you were to ever catch him like this, he knows you’re just as much of a perv as he is.

His hand is set nice ‘n sturdy around his deft base as he drags your lack up and down his slobbered skin. Just thinking about how the fabric clung to your cunt for hours and hours on end has his cock dripping pre onto the floor.

“Fuckin’ miss you, agh,” Suguru would groan thoughtlessly, recalling the last time he had your pussy on his tongue—relishing in the distant memory of how sweet how tasted and how addicting you are.

Within said imagination, he doesn’t even realize he’s moving your panties to his mouth, his tongue seeping out and pressing into the fabric as if that’ll give him a taste of you again. Is it the same as sucking on your cunt til’ your legs are shaking? No, of course not. Does it make Geto’s hand milk his cock for all it’s worth? Well, yes.

Light and faint whines slip past his lips, “Ha-ahh… taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” Geto groans like you’re right there with him.

Shit, he wants you on his tongue again. He can never get enough of it—the way your pussy sloshes all over his mouth every time he eats you out, how you whine his name and beg him for a break, or even the way you get greedy as your orgasm nears and you start bucking your hips against him.

Either way, it’s all he can think about right now. And it doesn’t get any better when his eyes open and looks down at himself, your panties clung tightly in between his teeth as he envisions you below him with a mouth wide and ready for him.

Oh, the way you always take his cock down your throat never fails to make his eyes cross. You’d suck on him like your life depended on it, moaning against his shaft whenever he started thrusting into your mouth or whining when he forces your head down some more.

And he’s so close as he thinks about it more—picturing your wet lips parted around his flushed tip, drool slipping out the corner of your mouth, and your tongue slipping against him languidly-

“Suguru?” The sudden sound of your voice makes him moan in surprise before he’s turning his head to look at you.

Even caught in the act, he only gets turned on even more. His brows tense and he pants heavily as his eyes meet yours, quickly noticing the way your gaze dropped down to his achingly hard cock.

You were supposed to be asleep out on his living room couch where he’d left you moments ago yet, here you were—standing with your eyes all wide and curious, taking careful steps toward the man as you cross your arms, and giving him this look that drives him crazy.

You gulp loudly as you look up to your boyfriend’s face, “Are those my panties in your mouth?”

“M-Mmhm,” Geto hums with an impatient nod of his head.

Your lashes bat at the man before you find yourself standing right in front of him, placing but a single hand on his chest before taking the other and removing the lace from the man’s mouth.

“That’s filthy, Sugu,” You whisper carefully.

The way his lips part and how his eyes lower on you, a groan slipping from him due to how close your body was and the way you’d touched him so softly. “Uhuh, I know, baby,” His voice has the faintest shake to it as he mumbles out an answer.

Smiling slightly, you keep your eyes directly up on his despite his hand not stopping on his cock for even a second, “You could’ve woken me up if you needed me.” You utter.

He cracks a lazy grin for a moment, “I just needed your panties.”

You frown and your brows tense a bit, “…Pervert.” You whisper, watching how his body twitches in reaction before he’s leaning his face down and closer to yours.

“Mhm,” Geto hums, “Yeahhh, that’s me, princess. Keep telling me how fuckin’ nasty I am.” Your boyfriend purrs, earning a wide eyed look from you as you gaze up at him in surprise.

You comply, trailing a single finger down along his chest as you tip your head to the side and speak, “You’re filthy Sugu, gettin’ off with my panties… Bet you wanted to get caught like this too.”

“Maybe,” Geto tells you with that awfully cocky grin on his face, “But you’re not any better. I caught you fingering yourself to my voice last week.”

You gulp, “T-That was…”

He’s leaning down past your face and you flinch as his lips make sudden contact with your neck, “Different, huh?” He rasps out, hot breath tickling the side of your neck.

Tense, your hand stops moving along his body and you angle yourself to look down at how aggressively he’s fisting his cock right now, “Yeah…” You murmur, completely distracted by the sight below you.

His hand got faster on his cock, quicker tugs made the longer you stared down at him, and cum leaking from his tip as he grunted against your neck.

“Sure it was,” Geto whispers, his voice a lot lighter than you expected it to be. “Now, are you gonna just stand here and watch me jerk off or are you gonna get on your knees and take care of me?” He asks, lifting his face a little to kiss the space below your ear.

You unconsciously lick your lips the longer you stare down at his cock, watching him drip onto the floor and make the slightest mess before you scoff, “That’s no way to ask, Sugu.”

He huffs against you but you don’t miss the quietest whine leaving his throat before he speaks, “Funny cause I wasn’t fuckin’ askin’.”

“Oh?” You snicker at your boyfriend before turning your head to meet his gaze, “You’re mean when you get caught in the act…”

He stares you down and resists every neuron in his body that’s telling him to press his lips into yours, “Am I?”

“Mhm, as if you’re not embarrassed,” You tease. God you were driving him crazy—looking at him so longingly, your lips nearly on his, your body warm with how close you were to him, and your hand set low near his cock.

Fuck, one more touch from you and he’d be cumming in seconds. “I’m not.” Geto replies to you.

You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second and his gaze drops, “You sure? Y’know how long I was watching you before I said something?”

“Fuck, how long baby?” He practically mumbles. He needed your touch sooooo badly. If anything, you were too close to not be all over him right now, and it’s simply unfair how his restraint was waning by the second.

“A few minutes. I saw you putting my panties to your nose and everything,” As you speak, your hands are lifting and his eyes are widening.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he’s forced to stop his hand on his cock before he blows his load too soon, “Yeah?” He breathes.

You nod and inch closer, “Mhm.”

“Bet that got you all hot ‘nd bothered, huh?” Geto whispers, cocking his head to the side before placing a hand to your waist and holding you tenderly, “That’s why you said something, right? Cause you like watching me like this? You like seeing me slut myself out to the thought of you.”

Your eyes were on his lips now and you’d half-heard everything he just said, shrugging out a little, “Maybe…” In response before your lips are finally on his.

Geto can’t even control the groan that pours out of him while his lips move over yours, tongue slotting into your mouth and hand squeezing onto your waist as if to tell you not to move.

The kiss doesn’t even last that long before he’s letting out a whine as his cockhead brushes against your body, “Fuck-, enough of this teasin’, I need you princess.”

☆ Gojo Satoru

You were going to take it upon yourself to ask your husband how he jerks off when you’re not around, but instead of answering your text with an explanation like a normal person—he sends you a video.

Unfiltered, less than a second after clicking on the video, you’re met with his glistening cock on your screen. Slicked with spit and precum trailing along his veins and a pretty pinkish tip twitching for some attention—you’re left to stare at the bright flash from his cellphone giving you the perfect view of his lower half.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t squeeze your legs together as soon as you started the video. Then there’s his voice that you hear about five seconds in.

“Wanted to see how I jerk off, huh? Dirty girl,” His tone was low with you, the sound filling your ears as you bat your lashes and swallow thickly. Thank god for your headphones—despite being home alone—because you could hear every little sound. “You’re lucky I was already in the middle of it when you texted, y’know.”

Although he can’t hear you, you scoff, “Slut.”

“Got’ this hard thinking about you,” Gojo whispers, his slender fingers wrapping around his cock carefully, “I miss you, pretty girl,” His words and the way he’s slowly touching himself for you has your body hot and it’s only been a few seconds.

Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, your eyes narrow on his hand—how tenderly it slides up and up until he reaches his sticky tip, the way his thumb runs in between the slit of his cockhead to push at the translucent slick building up there, and how he lets out a hiss in response.

Then his hand lowers and the sound that follows is so wet, “Fuuck, I wish it was you touching me right now. You always make me feel s’good,” Gojo pants unintentionally, “Miss your lips on me too. How long’s it been? A week? Fuckin’ hate leaving you for work…”

You snicker lightly at his moment of rambling but the way his hand picks up in speed ever so slightly has your smile fading and your focus returning. Sometimes you wonder how he even fits inside you—his cock is so looong and from his base to his tip, he looks like he’d split you open (he does).

Your thighs squeeze together again and you’re starting to miss him the more you watch, the vivid and deep sound of Gojo humming your name causing a chill to slip down your spine.

And you swear you were about to get to the best part of the video he’s sent because his hand was moving at a quickened pace but you’re interrupted by an incoming video call from the man in question.

You practically jump out of your skin due to your ringtone before you scramble to answer it.

Batting your eyelashes as the call connects, you swallow hard, “H-Hello-“

“Knowing you’re watching that video isn’t enough for me,” Gojo huffs out, his camera now propped up for you so you can see most of his body.

His shirt is long gone, same with his sweats, and his legs are spread far ‘n wide—erect and throbbing cock standing straight up as his hand hauls his palm up and down. Gojo’s got his head thrown back and you have the clearest view of his glistening Adam’s apple, a slip of sweat sliding down from it and to his chest.

He’s panting all crazy-like, his hand fucking his cock much more aggressively than he was in that video you’d been watching, “Show me somethin’ baby, I need you,” Gojo huffs impatiently as he shifts his head back into place to meet your gaze on his screen.

You gulp, “S-Satoru, I-“

“Please?” He whines so suddenly and it has your pussy throbbing, especially with how he lifts his hips into his hand because of simply looking at your face, “Wanna see somethin’ pretty, show me your pussy, please?”

It's almost embarrassing how fast you move for your needy husband, going to prop your own phone up similar to how he’s done his and then discarding your clothes in a heartbeat.

“Spread yourself apart for me, baby,” Gojo groans out. You’re following his every word as you part your legs wider and move two fingers to your cunt to spread your pussy apart for him.

“Mmh, like this, ‘Toru?” You utter with a slightly shaky hand and an embarrassed expression.

You see the way Gojo’s jaw sinks a little and how his brows furrow as he fists his cock faster, almost eagerly, “Juust like that, sweetheart-, fuck. I miss being inside you,” Gojo says before tilting his head to really study your cunt, “Look how wet you are for me and I’m not even there, shit.”

You’ve got your pointer and ring finger holding your cunt open and you shift your middle finger to give yourself the slightest bit of relief, “It’s cause of your video..”

“Yeah?” Gojo smiles, “You liked watching me jerk off?”

His hand slows, palm steadily traveling down along his shaft as a whine leaves him. Your pretty pussy on full display for him and making his balls twitch. He wanted to be fucking you full of him so badly.

“Uhuh,” Your softer tone hits his ears and Gojo grunts.

“Shiiit,” He breathes out before biting his bottom lip. He’d started to drool without even realizing it and his cock was dripping in cum already, “Look at that pussy leak for me-, holy fuck.” Your husband moans, “Does my voice get you like this too?”

You’ve started to tease yourself with merely one finger and you can’t move your eyes away from his needy cock, “M-Mhm…” You hum.

“Aww, babyyy,” Gojo coos. Then you were slipping two fingers into yourself and trying your best to get off along with him, “Look at your fingers trying to please you like how I do,” He cracks a smile, “Doesn’t feel the same, does it?”

Shaking your head, “N-No, ‘Toru. I need you.”

“Hahh, need you too, sweetheart.” Gojo moans, hand picking back up. The faintest plp plp plp followed his movements as bits of cum dripped from his cockhead and onto the floor, “Look at how fuckin’ hard I am cause of you.” He huffs just before glancing down to himself.

Ah, he was making a mess but he was a bit too dazed with arousal to pay any mind to it right now.

You bite your lip and hum before tipping your head back and shutting your eyes, “Mmmh…”

“M’gonna get home and fuck you nice 'n full, I swear.” Gojo huffs. His voice is airy and his hand is getting a bit messy now.

Your lips part and you exhale heavily, “Can’t wait.”

“Yeah?" Your husband grunts, practically fucking his cock up into his hand at this point, “Maybe I’ll get you pregnant so I have an excuse not to leave you like this.”

Your legs start to close a little and you moan, “Satoru, m-mgh…”

“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” He groans pornographically into the air, “Wish I was cumming inside you, fuckin’ you dumb, watching you make a mess on me-, hahh… agh…” His lips quiver a bit as he gets close and he’s panting so hard that the camera is starting to fog up a little.

“T-Toru,” You whine for him—missing him oh so desperately now that you’re nearing your own orgasm.

“Yeah, mhm, m’here baby,” Gojo chants, breath heavy and hand jolting up and down his cock fervently, “C’mon, cum with me. You can do it, pretty girl.”

You’re nodding, he’s nodding—both of you are getting there together and whining each other’s names. Gojo’s veins are popping up on his hand with how tightly his gripping onto his cock and his mouth hangs open, eyelids heavy and vision blurring while he moans your name.

“Miss you so fuckin’ much,” Gojo groans finally before he glances to his phone to see you releasing all over your fingers—the sight leads him to cum right then and there with his kegs trembling slightly.

Fuck, he needed to get home soon.

☆ Nanami Kento

You were surprised to walk in on your boss jerking off.

“Oh fuck,” Echoed into the air, his voice thick with lust as he hadn’t even noticed you’d entered his office yet.

With the way his desk was, you could see everything. His bulky thighs parted like some slut, cock barely tugged out of his slacks, big veiny hand working to bring himself to an orgasm.

Truth be told, it’s your fault he’s like this—his cute lil’ assistant, walking around in those tight ass skirts he’s asked you not to wear thousands of times over again. And yet you do it anyway. Maybe because you know where it gets you with your boss or maybe because you wanted a situation exactly like this.

Sure, he’s your boss but he’s also the same man that fucks you til’ you can’t walk straight whenever you request him to do so.

But this? Well, you’ve never been so aroused by walking in on a man pleasing himself before. It had to be his deep groans of your name or even the size of his cock and how it exceeded the size of his hand, how you could picture your own hands around it and how you know your hands would be so pale in comparison.

Nanami’s got his eyes shut and he’s huffing and puffing through his nose, chest rising and falling rapidly the more he stokes his cock. All he can think about is you and the way you bent over in front of him less than thirty minutes ago.

He had half a mind to call you into his office and tell you to bend over his desk the same way—thinking of fucking you til’ you’re making so much noise that he has to shove two thick fingers in your mouth just to shut you up.

“Fuuck,” It’s rare you even hear him curse so to hear his mouth so vulgar now has you swallowing hard before you lock his office door with a slight click following.

His eyes bat open and he doesn’t bother stopping because he already knew it was you who’d walked in, you’re the only one who does so without knocking.

“Sir?” You utter gently, making his face twist up in arousal.

“Here, now.” Is all he can grunt out to you.

You’re moving toward him obediently with your panties soaking the closer you get. “Mr.-“

“Kento,“ He utters, “Please, fuck-, just… hahh, say my name, sweetheart.”

“Kento,” You correct in a sultry tone, “I didn’t know you were… occupied in here. What if someone else walked in-“

Nanami rolls his eyes at you and then lets off a scoff, “No one but you would,” He huffs, “Now get on my desk.”

You freeze as you find yourself standing right beside his desk, “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself-, just…” He trails off a little once his eyes meet yours and you watch his lashes flutter while his brows pinch together, “Oh fuck, I need… hah, fuuck.”

You chew on your bottom lip before smirking and stepping past his desk, closer to him, “Need what, Ken? Get it out…” You whisper.

“Damn vixen,” Nanami groans as he tosses his head back.

Glancing down at his cock, you watch as his tip grows a bit white—cum peeping out from his plump, sweltering tip and making you swallow thickly.

You then look back up to his face and start leaning down, placing your hands on the armrests of his chair to keep yourself up before uttering, “Do you want me to touch you?”

His response is instant, “God, yes.”

“How?” You murmur with a smirk, shifting your legs so that they straddle one of his, “How do you want me to touch you?”

Nanami opens his eyes and yet again and he grunts at how ridiculously close you are to him, “Anywhere.”

You tease, “Anywhere?”

“Yes, hurry up,” Nanami pleads. His voice nearly went desperate for you and you swore you heard something needy underlining in his tone.

Playing off of that, “Needy are we?” You comment before seating yourself on his thigh.

“Yes,” He gulps and begins to stammer while your arms wrap around his neck, “J-Just-“

Oh he can’t even finish his request before your lips are pressing into his neck and he’s groaning loudly. Cock aching for you whilst your lips move along his tensed skin. Each kiss from you earned groan after groan from him, the sound vibrating against his throat and his hand squeezing his dick tighter.

“Shit,” Nanami curses yet again as you kiss below his sharp jawline.

“You’re one naughty man, y’know. Did you want me to catch you like this?” You murmur against his warm skin, feeling the way he tenses up to your voice.

Nodding and humming a carefully little, “Mhm,” In response, Nanami’s completely at your mercy now, silently begging for you to continue down the path you’re on.

You smile and glance down to his hand still working his cock, cunt clenching around nothing the longer you stare, “Ken…”

“Y-Yes?” He stutters a bit and mentally curses himself for it—he knows you’ll tease him more about it later.

Planting another kiss beneath his jaw, you chuckle, “You’re drippin’ onto the floor,” You utter so seductively that he just groans and throws his head back again. “Making suuch a big mess all because of… what? Hm?”

“You,” He huffs, “You and that… that fucking skirt,” Nanami says through gritted teeth.

“Well,” You whisper with a slight smile still on your face, “If you have a problem with it you can always take it off of me.”

His free hand is gripping onto your waist faster than you have time to react and you let out a slight noise in surprise. Nanami’s lifting his head and angling himself to your neck, lips latching onto you as he lets out a groan like a man starved.

“Yeah?” He hushes out.

Then he’s pushing you back slightly and releasing his cock, both of you soon shoved to your feet with how quick and swift his movements are. He has you stumbling backwards until you bump into his desk and then there’s a hand grabbing at the side of your neck, tugging you into a deep kiss.

It’s hot and heavy, even as he pulls away from you and pants, lifting a thumb to drag your lower lip down, “Lay back and spread your legs for me then,” Nanami murmurs in that deep tone of his.

You gulp, “Sir, I-“

He cuts you off by slipping his thumb into your mouth, “You said I could get that skirt off of you. Don’t go back on your word and do as I said.”

Gazing at him for a singular moment longer, you lift yourself onto his desk and start parting your legs for the man. His thumb leaves your mouth and his finger is slightly wet as he places his palms to your thighs, slipping his grasp up to your hips and beneath that skirt of yours.

The fabric starts bundling up at you hips and you let out a sigh as you lean your upper half back.

Then, Nanami moves to tug at his tie and sends you a look of warning, “And don’t be too loud like last time… You don’t want others to hear how much of a slut you are behind closed doors, right?”

You release a scoff, “Says the man who was jerking off in his office.”

He freezes before smiling slightly, “Touché.”

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Moans spilling into the sheets as your cheek jerks against the soft fabric below you, “S’kuna,” sloshes out of your saliva-glossed lips.

Sukuna didn’t waste a second when he played that little video of yours, he came knocking on your bedroom door within the next minute—walking in and grabbing at your waist, tugging you closer just to whisper against your lips and tell you to 'stop him if you don’t want this’. 

Then his lips had met yours and while you were confused (having not realized what you sent him), you let your mouth melt against his and before you knew it you were arched stupidly under him, taking every needy inch of his cock he gifted your pussy with.

You and your roommate never had this kind of relationship before now. Hell, the only thing you two had in common was the fact that you enjoyed partying. Which is why you were supposed to send him a video you took of him the other night but...

"This can't be the same woman who was talking so fuckin' filthily in that little video I received," He's teasing now, referring to the incorrect video you'd sent him. It was technically a video meant for a friend with benefits of yours, taken that same night—late after the party and saved for another time.

Within it, you were messily rubbing those pretty fingers of yours over your twitching clit, working yourself to quite the messy orgasm as you spoke all softly, yet confidently, into the camera.

Sukuna's cock is all but splitting you open by this point, stretching the walls of your cunt out so deliciously wide with the way he drives himself deeper and deeper—leaving you cockdrunk beneath him. "Surely you can moan more than just my name," His voice is dropping to a low whisper now.

Then, without waiting for a proper response to that, Sukuna's shifting the hand on your hip to snake beneath you and then down to meet that sloppy clit of yours. Rubbing fast, messy circles around it, he hears the way you gasp in response.

He's in your ear before you realize it, swollen cockhead leaving wet french kisses to the hilt of your cunt. "What was it you said—oh yeah, 'look how wet I am for you, how needy'," He mocks harmlessly, lips curling against the crown of your ear. "Where's all that now, hm? Can't even think straight enough to say anything when you're stuffed this full, can you?"

That last rhetorical question ends off with a mean pinch to your clit and your body tugs forward to escape once again, to which he leans up and removes his hands from you completely. Cocking his head to the side, Sukuna doesn’t take more than a second to return his hands to the purchase of your hips, tugging them right back up and smiling at the arch in your back before he smacks your ass.

You think your lashes flutter at the sharp and sudden contact alone, “F-Fuck, Sukuna I—“

“Uh-uh, don’t try to talk now.” He cuts off rudely, tugging his hips back for a moment and nearly letting out an all too pathetic sound at the way his cock bobs out of your cunt and glistens under the dim lighting of your room. He’s coated in you and the sight makes his body throb all over. “Shiit,” He curses hot under his breath, “Look at this pussy, what a mess.”

You feel him move to thumb one of your folds to the side, watching how nastily your cunt drools in arousal afterward. Your legs twitch a little and you angle your head so that you can look back at him over your shoulder. Managing a somewhat stern, “Sukuna.” out your mouth.

His other hand gestures at you, as if to wave you off while his tongue goes running over his lips. After which he redirects the head of his cock to press right against where you’re leaking and a groan simpers deep against the center of his throat, “Put her back on me, c’mon.”

You swallow thickly, “What?”

Sukuna lifts his eyes lazily to your face for half a second before his hands find your hips and he urges you back on him, “Your pussy, c’mere.. I wanna watch how she spreads ‘round me again.” He clarifies huskily, feeling the way you oh-so-slowly ease yourself back and watching the way his cock gets swallowed up by your greedy cavern. “Mhmm, just like that,” He grunts.

His brows furrow and his expression flickers into something almost needy when you slam your hips back and you watch his jaw fall open, hands tightening on your hips to still your body whilst you pull away from him.

“So you can take me properly,” Sukuna whispers more so to himself than you, smiling wickedly. Then his hand smacks across your ass and he leans back to watch you, “Hah, alright then, fuck yourself dumb on my cock. Let me see how you do it now.”

You end up turning your face into the sheets, too embarrassed to keep looking at him while you do exactly as he’s told you to and rock your hips back into his. Sukuna’s left grunting each time you slam against him but his palms still meet both your cheeks just to spread you open and watch his dick get swallowed up by you.

The bedsheet below ends up clenched between your teeth after only a few minutes as you pick up your pace and literally fuck yourself stupid on him—his groans become sweeter and you even feel his hands trying to keep you at bay every now and then, as if to stop himself from cumming too quick.

That sinful squelch that enters the air every time you become flush with him is enough to make those red eyes roll straight to the back of his skull as his hips press forward just a little. And by the time you’re making a mess around his cock and your mind is going blank, Sukuna’s wondering why the two of you didn’t do this sooner.

His head tips to the side and he lazily ruts his hips forward to fuck you through your orgasm. “Guess’ you’ll be looking twice at the shit you send me after this, huh?” He hums, a knowing smirk spreading across his face afterwards, “Unless, this is exactly what you wanted.”

☆ Gojo Satoru

You’re on the phone with him when it happens, not looking twice at the video you’ve sent him before you put your cell back down and went to tend to something else.

The only reason your little mistake is brought to your attention within the next few minutes is because Gojo all but gulps on his end and says, “Have I been blind all this time or have you always looked this cockhungry?”

To which your brain merely shuts off at the sound of that, head whirling around to swipe your phone back up as you choke out a shocked, “What?” The line is quiet for a few seconds so you follow that up with, “Satoru? Hello?”

You could hear the deep breath he takes on the other end of the call followed by a whisper, as if he were talking moreso to himself then he was to you, “I mean, look at that gorgeous face. Fuck.”

For some reason, the idea that you might have even sent him the wrong thing doesn’t cross your mind at all. Instead, you’re still sitting on your bed and holding your phone while looking all confused.

“Satoru, what are you talking about?” You ask further, only just now opening up your messages again.

You’ve known Gojo for a long time now but this is by far the breathiest you’ve ever heard his voice and the filthiest he’s ever spoken to you. “This video you sent me. Y'know, the one of you rubbing that pretty clit of yours….” He trails off a little, jaw tensing as he keeps said video on repeat and palms his hardening cock.

Your body heated up almost immediately as you took a look at the most recent thing you sent him and found that you did, in fact, send him the wrong thing. Sputtering, “I-I didn’t–”

The whites of Gojo's brows are pushed together and his voice comes out heavily with something new, something raw. “You look so frustrated here too, all eager to cum… Fuck, that's cute.” He continues.

You’re sitting on your end of the line with flimsy wet panties now, unable to find the words to respond to him with as you listen to his breathing grow heavier and his words get nastier.

“How long ago was this? Looks like just the other day,” Gojo continues, his hips lifting up into his palm a bit to soothe the aching of his cock—the heat of it straining up against his pants.

He was supposed to be on his way to the grocery store in hopes of buying more sweets to crowd your shared pantry with. Gojo sent you a text asking for a picture of the pantry's current state so he could purchase the right things and yet, you happened to tap the wrong picture & then hit send without even looking twice (clearly).

Embarrassment coats your features as you listen to him question you and you trip over your words trying to explain your mistake, “S-Satoru, I-“

“Didn’t mean to send this to me? Oh, I know.” He cuts off. Gojo didn't normally cut you off like that but you'd be lying if you said his eagerness wasn't turning you on right now. “But if you’re so shy about it, just delete it and tell me to stop talking.” He says almost formally.

Now, you weren't aware of it, but that pretty picture you'd sent has already been saved into his phone. If you really do end up deleting it from the messages and then telling him to stop talking, he won't mention it to you but he will make good use of that photo.

He can't let such a good image go to waste now, can he?

Meanwhile on your end, telling him to shut up about it was not on your mind whatsoever. In fact, you hadn't even considered the possibility of deleting the picture at all!

Which is exactly why you don't say anything.

To which he scoffs, “Mhm, juuuust as I thought. Guessin' you sent that to me on purpose then?” Gojo asks further, hips shifting against the seat of his car.

He really shouldn't have gotten so worked up, he's in the middle of a mostly-empty parking lot for christ's sake! Thank fuck for it though, at least now he can rub one out without anyone seeing him.

A groan is suppressed somewhere in Gojo's throat as he thinks, still waiting for the next chirp of a flimsy explanation from you. Even if there were people around or a car parked directly next to him, he doesn't think he'd care much—not with his beautiful roommate sitting on the phone with him all embarrassed over a delightful mistake.

“N-No, I really didn’t!” You eventually get out, cursing yourself mentally for each time you stutter.

“Mmh..” He hums unintentionally, palm rolling over his sapping cockhead through the fabric. “...Could you send me another one then?” Leaves his lips before he thinks about what he's asking for.

You freeze again.

Sure, you knew Gojo to be rather blunt at times but this? Oh, this was becoming too much all too fast. You've hardly even processed the fact that you sent him such an explicit photo of yourself in the first place!

But the more you think about it, the less embarrassed you feel. It's not like Gojo is shaming you for it. Hell, he almost sounds excited about it.

Which is exactly why you're purring a sweet, “I can show you something better instead.” within the next few seconds.

...

And then two minutes later and you’ve got your phone propped up as you fuck your fingers all desperately into your sopping cunt—Gojo's eyes not daring to break away from his screen for even a second whilst he sits on his end jerking at his flushed cock.

“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart. Talk t'me,” He grunts huskily into the phone, voice thick with arousal.

You're too busy moaning at the tension behind all of this. Masturbating with Gojo right there on the phone with you while he got himself off as well, giving him the most whorish display of you spreading your pussy out on your fingers as you imagined it was him instead.

Whining, "S-Satoruu," out with embarrassment burning your cheeks as if you weren't literally getting off to this.

His hand tries really hard to keep up with the pace at which your fingers were diving in and out of your weeping cunt but Gojo just couldn't help himself.

You were so fucking wet an his hips were jerking up into his hand without thought as he stroked himself faster and faster—only ever stopping to splatter a wad of spit into his hand and wet up his cock more.

His thumb would glide right against his most sensitive vein whenever he saw you rubbing your clit, still trying to match with you.

"Fuck, she's s'pretty," He's whispering out to you, cock sliding hot and fast into his hand before his head thumps back against the headrest of his carseat. "Got all wet like that 'cause of me, didn't you, sweet girl?"

Your fingers nearly clamp up with every heavy syllable that rumbled from deep within his throat, his voice a honeyed baritone you'd never heard from him before now. "Yes, 'Toru.. fuuuck, yes." You're whispering, too shy to bring your tone any louder.

Gojo nods and looks down at himself, the head of his cock blushing with slick arousal while he tugs at himself—hues of bashful pinks 'n embarrassed visible through the camera. Huffing, "Shiiiiit," just under his breath and then pressing his thumb in between the oozing slit of his head, "You're gonna-, hahh... s-show me again when I get home, right?"

Almost expectantly, you nod whilst your head falls back and you feel your orgasm approaching.

Now your roommate was growing even needier—if even possible by this point—and he lets out a moan that drives you right over the edge. Gojo found himself drooling as he watched you cum, knowing damn well that if he was home with you, he'd lap up every drop like he was starving for it.

A groan stings past his slavering lips and he's cumming all over his hand without realizing it, bits of creamy white splashing onto his propped-up phone. Then he's huffing into the phone, "I'm on my way home, keep her nice 'n wet for me."

You innocently bat your lashes, threatening to close your legs as you mumble, "Satoru-, hahh, what about the groceries—"

"I said I'm on my way home," He grunts, "Don't move from that position."

Gulp.

☆ Toji Fushiguro

He goes nonverbal as soon as he opens the text thread with you and hits play on that video. Mouth going dry, cock swelling almost immediately, and throat suddenly in desperate need of clearing—Toji doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in this light before now.

Your roommate is sitting on the other end of the couch you’re currently occupying, both of you having been enjoying one another’s company as you talked about some show on TV.

The conversation had carried rather quickly and at some point you had a relating video you wanted to send him. Too lazy to just show it to him on your phone (due to the absolute filth that was your camera roll), you ended up trying to send it to him instead.

Somewhat lucky for you, you actually notice the fact that you sent him the wrong thing just as he reads it and your fingers scramble across your screen trying to unsend the message. “S-Shit, Toji, please ignore that.” You’re stammering out, “Oh my god—“

“Does your mouth really open this wide?” He asks bluntly, making your whole body go all rigid.

Because instead of your desired choice of media, you actually sent him a lovely two and a half minute video of you sucking on a lengthy dildo. The video was something you’d used in the past when money got a little scarce for you—your whole face was barely visible, just the toy, your pretty manicured fingers, and your slobbering mouth.

You wish you could’ve played it off as a video of someone else but, Toji had been living with you long enough to know based on the first few seconds that it was you.

You swallow the lump of nerves sitting in your throat and glance over at the man, catching his eyes glued to the phone. “…Toji,” You end up humming, unsure of where exactly you’re gonna take this conversation from here.

He rubs a calloused hand over his jaw and tries to bite back a lopsided grin, scarred lips quirking the longer he keeps the video playing. Toji only spares you a moment’s glance before shrugging, “What? I’m just askin’.” He says all too casually.

Which reels you back to his question. Does your mouth really open this wide—what kinda’ roommate asks that after receiving such a video?

Squeezing your eyes shut for a moment, you sigh and then look back down at your phone. “Yes…” You utter slowly, too busy unsending the video to notice the way Toji’s eyes snap over to you again.

You could feel it though, his piercing verdant eyes burning through the side of your head as you avoided the entirety of it. He scoffs softly at your timidness before returning to his screen.

Unfortunately for you, he’d saved that video faster than you even sent it in the first place. Replaying it now, “Mh.” Toji hums deeply, letting a taunting smile spread across his lips as he tilts his head, “S’kinda small though--that toy of yours.”

Mind you, that was the biggest dildo you owned.

Your body was heating up now and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him for a while, just letting his words mingle in the air for a while.

And the fact that he just kept rewatching it and rewatching it and rewatching it—all while sitting just a few feet away from you—was making you nervous as hell. You could hear the sound of yourself gagging and spitting on that toy as if it were the real thing playing from his cell quietly.

Then you feel the couch shift a bit, Toji’s hips moving against it as he makes a very lazy attempt at calming himself down.

Eventually, his phone clicks off and he tosses it onto the other couch. Then he looks over at you and sprawls his legs out wider, erection twitching desperately against his thigh.

You’re slow to look at him and open your mouth to say something but, he’s already beating you to the whole speaking thing.

“C’mere,” Toji hums, patting his thighs as his gaze zeros in on your mouth. Then his tongue darts out to wet his lips and you feel yourself shiver when his voice comes out even lower. “Lemme show you what real dick feels like again.”

…..

Okay, yeah, that’s how you end up on your knees in front of him, fingernails scraping at his thighs while he keeps two big hands on the side of your head to hold you still as he fucks his fat cock into your throat.

You and Toji always had a very heavy yet unspoken sexual tension lingering between you so, it didn’t take much convincing to get you like this.

Staring oh-so-prettily up at him as drool spilled past the same lips he had bulging around his thick shaft—you were letting your roommate use you as he saw fit.

And from the moment he pressed play on that video, he wanted nothing more than exactly this.

“Mhmm, feel that weight against your tongue?” Toji grunts in between his thrusts, earning a messy nod of your head in response before he smirks. “Fuck, you feel me back there? Rubbin’ all against that pretty throat, huh?”

His voice is rough with you, filthy words flying out of him like second nature. You’re just left with bruising knees, an aching jaw, and drenched panties while he buries himself deep into your throat.

The fat, mushroom head of his cock thumps against the back of your throat and you gag on him each time—the feeling only spurring him on. That is, up until your hands tighten their grasp on his thighs and you start tugging your mouth back. You mumble something around him but it only makes him ache against your tongue.

“Where’re you goin’? You need a break?” Toji fills in for you, tugging his hips back just to take his dick into his hand and tap the thick of it all messily against your slippery lips. “It’s a lot better than that lil’ toy of yours, ain’t it?”

You’re nodding before you’re thinking, babbling below him with a cockdrunk hum of, “Uhuh..” as a dewy cobweb of spit and precum hangs sexily between him and your mouth.

His cock smacks against the skin of your lip rudely before he scoffs, “Talk to me, baby. Use your words.”

Pouting for just a moment, you let yourself catch your breath and your eyes dote up on his. “Y-Yes, Toji. It’s so much better,” You breathe out right against his saliva coated length.

Your roommate smiles way too proudly at that, “Yeahh? Y’ready for more or do you need t’go practice again?” He teases. Part of him wonders if you’d actually do that—show him in person how you take some pathetic little toy into your mouth just so he can teach you how to do it properly.

You shake your head  in response to him and merely open your mouth again slowly, keeping your glossed eyes up on his and watching the way he groans at the sight of you.

“Look at’cha,” He sighs, finally angling himself back against your tongue and just barely rutting against it. “Hungry for that dick, huh?”

Your tongue laps around the crown of his oozing cock and you move your lips to messily press against it before sucking lightly.

Answering his own question, “Hah, yeahh ya’ are. Go on then,” His hand meets your jaw and he guides your mouth onto him fully, “Take what you need, doll. Get your fill.”

☆ Nanami Kento & Higuruma Hiromi

Being that the three of you live together, it was only right that you're all in the same group chat. Meaning that anything you send in there is obviously seen by both men as soon as a notification comes ringing about.

Now, you're not exactly the most careful nor particular person in the world and you send things on accident to them all the time.

One time Nanami asked you to send a grocery list... you sent a list of sex toy brands you wanted to buy. Another time Higuruma asked you to send him the link to the recipe you used on a dinner he found particularly enjoyable... you sent him a link to your most recently purchased pair of lingerie.

Of course, anytime these "accidents" happened, both men were usually close enough to exchange a glance at one another—shaking their heads at your carelessness and laughing it all off.

But, when you send three video attachments to the group chat one morning—with the intent of showing them videos of the new apartment complex you were out visiting—the last thing the two men expect to open said videos up to is you slutting yourself out on two dildos, moaning out both of their names in the process.

The moment you realize what you'd done, you tried spamming the group chat with apologetic texts, but the only thing you got in response was a simple "its fine" typed out from Nanami. Now, the obvious lack of proper grammar in his text should've been a little off to you but then again—you were in the middle of apartment fishing, and had no time to ponder on it too long.

Meanwhile, your two overworked roommates had been left in your currently shared place of living to fend for themselves against the immediate rise in their cocks that your little video caused.

...And men that sleep in the same apartment together should jerk off to their ditzy roommate together, right? There's a saying about that out there somewhere, right??

Aw, who cares. It's what Nanami and Higuruma end up doing anyway.

They were already standing in the living room together when they'd received the video and first pressed play, and now the explicit sounds of your moans were filtering through their phone speakers as the video looped on repeat.

Over 'n over, the same moans poured out from their screens at different rates—both men playing one of the three different videos at various times and causing the sloppy sounds to overlap.

Nanami's slacks strained against his thickening cock, the fabric doing very little to conceal the rigid outline that insisted on pressing upward. Then there was Higuruma who stood not too far from him, his pants tenting rather obscenely as the head of his cock revealed itself clearly against the material—going as far as dampening to the pre-cum leaking through.

All this over a couple lil' videos sent by you. What a shame.

Nanami finally shot Higuruma a sidelong glance, "You're leaking." He begins in an already deepened tone, "Didn't think the videos would hit you this hard." Then he moved his free hand to adjust himself, palming the bulge a bit roughly just to ease its prominent ache.

It seemed as though in your absence—and with this kind of thing being such a common occurrence—the two grew quite shameless with one another.

Nanami's shaft merely twitches harder under his hand and Higuruma's snorting at him as his eyes flock down to the blond's crotch, "Says the man whose cock is begging to be freed from its restraints. I bet you've been fantasizing about her riding you just like that dildo."

Reaching down, Higuruma feels for his own length through the fabric, a low groan of pleasure escaping him as he squeezes at his dick as if to restrain himself.

All the while your video played on, your mouth heard popping off of one fake cock just to moan whilst you plopped down the other, "Nngh, Kento, harderr—fuck me harder."

God, you must've been really into it the night this was recorded...

The sound of that naturally earns Nanami's eyes back on the phone, finding it endearing how you chose him to ride. Then he watched as your tongue came drooling out to swirl around the tip of your second dildo—the one he assumes you imagined to be Higuruma's—mouth gaping open as you sucked down on it in one go.

Without another word, Nanami's setting his phone down onto the coffee table, propping it up so the screen faced both he and his equally turned on roommate. The sight of you impaled on one toy whilst you gagged around another, pussy stretched wide 'n glistening, ass bouncing in tandem with every throw of your hips, and mouth slobbering in between your gurgly wet moans had the both of them hot all over.

Higuruma followed suit, turning his phone off for a moment so he could focus on the same thing as Nanami. They moved closer to each other, their shoulders brushing together as heat radiated off their bodies.

Nanami's hand found Higuruma's belt with a quickness that'd certainly let you know this wasn't the first time they'd done this had you been present to witness it. Higuruma mirrored the action on his roommate, unbuckling Nanami's belt with fingers just as efficient as his were.

Slacks hit the almost in sync, followed by boxers of two different shades—Nanami's a dark blue and Higuruma's a solid black—then the lawyer's cock sprang free first. It slaps out against his thigh with a leftly curving force, throbbing visibly though its weighty movements.

Nanami's dick followed shortly after, jumping up straight with all its inches, his veins bulging from deft base to weepy tip.

"Hahh, fuck. She's got us both a mess," Nanami muttered, wrapping a hand around his shaft to stroke slowly as his eyes narrowed onto the screen where you were now switching dildo's—the one designated for him slotting into your mouth with the way you fed it to yourself.

The other length of silicone bobbed loosely in between your legs and it had Higuruma mindlessly nodding along to Nanami's recently spoken words, "Moaning our names like that... shit-, I know she'd love seein' us like this." He husks out just as he began fisting his cock in a tightening grip, trying to match the pace of which you sunk down onto that pretty lil' toy of yours.

The size of both dildos was simply incomparable to the real thing but, then again, how could you know that? You'd never seen either of them bare—at least not for long enough to catch their exact lengths.

Though, there has been a time or two you've walked into one of them while they showered...

Jerking off side by side was alright at first, Nanami's strokes soon began to match Higuruma's rhythm and the sounds of wet skin on skin joined in with your recorded gasps. But within a few minutes, that wasn't proving to be enough for the two men.

Nanami's free hand reached over to the nearby laundry basket—the same basket they'd told you time and time again to stop leaving in random areas such as the living room—and snags up a pair of black panties you'd just worn yesterday. A faint scent of your arousal still clings to the fabric.

Dangling them teasingly in front of Higuruma, Nanami quirks a grin, "Think' she'd mind if we borrowed these?"

Higuruma's cock sobbed from the tip, a weary smirk dragging out across his face. "Nahh, she won't even notice they were used. Wrap 'em around your cock 'n tell me how it feels, won't you?" He requested as he stepped in closer, unintentionally causing their dicks to brush over one another.

Nanami draped your panties over his length, the soft fabric quickly clinging to his skin and soaking up the slick of his pre into its material. Then Higuruma pressed forward to slide his bare cock against the lace-covered one.

The friction was immediate—Nanami's shaft grounding against Higuruma's as your panties added a teasing lil' layer between them, heightening every slide.

Oh, if you walked in and saw this now, you'd probably pass out from the sight. They know you could only dream of seeing and interacting with something so sinful like this.

Higuruma reached over to grip Nanami's hip, pulling tight so that their lengths rubbed fully together, the dampening lace sousing up all that slathered along their skin. Nanami was the first to give a shallow thrust, earning a faint tearing sound from your poor panties as the head of his cock caught on Higuruma's underside just as he rolled himself back.

On the nearly forgotten screen, you were lost in aroused bliss, body arched over as you fucked yourself down harder, whimpering, "Hiro-, mmph! Fuck me full jus' like that."

Their pace quickens to match you, cocks sliding 'n bumping with an increasing sense of urgency. Your panties bunched between them, stretched taut over Nanami's girth and rawly catching at Higuruma's wide tip.

Nanami leans in, his breath hot against Higuruma's ear, "Feel that? Her panties all on my cock, grindin' against yours," He sears, "Fuck, imagine her watching—getting off to the sight of us like this."

The lace drags over Higuruma's frenulum, tugging a rather guttural moan from his throat just as Nanami bucks harder.

To counter the surprising sensation, Higuruma slides a hand up Nanami's back, his fingertips digging in as he counters with a firm little press. "S-Shit, s'too good," He gasps, "Her panties-, you-, fuck... gonna cum if we keep this up."

Their lengths stick 'n slide against one another as they stroke in tandem, precum leaking steadily now and leaving your panties to darken with saturation—each gliding motion occuring smoother-, filthier.

Your video manages to loop again, whimpers and moans echoing louder throughout the room and sending the two of them right over the edge in only a few more minutes. They rutted shamelessly, swollen cocks pulsing and knocking into one another constantly before cum was spilling out of their tips in sync.

Then the apartment door swung open.

Both of their heads turn at the same time—eyes blown wide as sweat ran down from their foreheads.

Batting those pretty eyes of yours, you were quick to extend an accusing finger at where they were connected by lace, "Uhm, are those my panties?"

No shit.

☆ Geto Suguru

You’re met with a pretty picture of his weeping cock almost immediately in response. Even though the initial picture you sent him was an accident, he doesn’t care—almost as if he’d been looking for an excuse to send something like that to you.

He’s just down the hall too, tucked in his room doing God knows what while you sit there with your jaw slack in surprise as you stare at the pornographic image he’d sent to you. Part of you wondered if he genuinely had the picture on standby.

Geto’s dick is gorgeous, unfairly so. You end up sitting there, chewing on your fingernail as you literally admire the sight of his dick thoughtlessly.

He’s got all these staggering inches to him, lengthy fingers wrapped oh-so-tightly around his base, dark raven-shaded happy trail just barely visible from the angle at which the photo was taken, and a profuse blush decorating his handsome face as his head is seen tipped back ever so slightly.

Luckily for you, not only does Geto send you a picture but this image in particular happens to be a live image. You don't even realize until your finger accidentally presses against your screen a bit longer than intended and suddenly a sound hits your ears.

Your roommate who you've been living with for ages now, groans out your name in a raspy baritone that makes your thighs clamp together. You find yourself swallowing profusely, mouth on the verge of drooling as Geto’s thick hand slides upward along his cock and then back down—pearly white cum dribbling past his fat tip just as your name tiptoes past his lips.

You're unsure if you let out a gasp or moan in surprise but a noise of some sort escapes you.

And before you got the chance to come to your senses and realize this was your roommate you were looking at, there was a knock on your door and your heart was jumping out of your chest—phone nearly slipping out of your hand.

"Y-Yes?" You squeak out unintentionally sharply, as if you'd been caught doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.

Taking your response as a nod to enter, your room door swings open and in walks that roommate of yours. Shutting the door behind him with a soft click and wearing the smuggest grin ever, Geto’s violet eyes fall onto you instantly and he already looks feral.

You gulp, "Suguru-"

"Strip." He breathes out heavily, hands already working his shirt up and over his head before he flings it elsewhere. Your eyes only get the chance to rake down his body for a second before you spot his fully hard cock straining against his sweats.

As for his little command, that was roughly what led you to the position you’re in now. Nails scraping at his back as if a silent plea for mercy, legs flailing around his waist, body folded and stretched to his desired position, and the puffy lips of your cunt spread so skillfully around the heavy thickness of his cock.

You don’t really remember how you went from accidentally sending him an explicit picture to this but even if you wanted to complain, you were too busy breathing out sweet moans of his name into his ear for you to care. 

“Suguruu,” Pours out your lips in a syrupy sweet tone that he groans at, all as he stretches you so wide and messy on his dick.

Grunting, “Fuuuck, y’know how long I, hah, wanted to do this?” Geto admits heavily, hips snapping, “Thought about it so many times—you takin’ every inch of me like this. Mgh.. feels even better than I imagined.”

Your brows are pushed together all cutely and you think your breath hitches at his little admission, peering up at him all softly with a stammer of, “You t-thought about this, Sugu?”

Nodding almost drunkenly, “Uhuh, every fuckin’ night. Dreamt of havin’ you spread open f’me like this.” Geto purrs out honestly. Then he leans up a little and glances down, watching your pussy swallow his bulging inches with such greed he can hardly even comprehend. “Oh fuck, look at her. She’s so sloppy f’me, crying all over that cock like she’s been waiting for this too.”

Your lashes flutter at the implication alone, “Hnngh-, I-I haven’t-“

“Oh don’t lie, princess. It’s okay if you thought about it a few times." Geto's cooing out to you all of a sudden, as if he wanted there to be truth in the statement. Voice breath and thrusts growing heavier, "Especially if you were thinkin’ about this while you took that... mgh, slutty lil’ picture—all arched over ‘n soaked..” 

“Sugu," You whine bashfully at him, catching the way his lust-struck eyes flock back up to your face before he flashes a painfully sinful smile at you.

“Gorgeous girl,” He heaves, moving a hand to your lower abdomen just to apply a heat of pressure and make sure you feel his curved cock pepper your sweet spot with nasty jabs, “Wanna have you arched over jus’ like in that picture after this. Hah, yeahhh, wanna’ watch you spread that needy pussy open just for me.”

“Ohmygod-, S-Suguru,” You're eyes are rolling back and although he's not sure if that's because of his words or the way he was letting you get a stuffing feel of his cock—he bites his lip at the sound.

Talking a bit softer to you now, “Ohh, you like this, huh?” Geto asks as he keeps that one hand in place and moves the other to the underside of your thigh and stretches you wider for him.

“Mhmm,” You hum between your moaning in response. It should be a crime for your roommate to be fucking you this good. Perhaps you should have gone to him for this sooner.

You always had an inkling he was a freak in bed but actually experiencing it was making you cream around his cock over and over again—it was almost like he knew your body better than you did.

“‘Course you do,” Geto adds on as he leans up again. Then he's shooting a fat and heavy wad of spit down to your clit, swiping his thumb down to swat at the needy bud, “I knew my pretty lil’ roommate had a slutty side to her.”

Your back arches up just a bit and your words come out almost all in one breath, “Y-You’re just as bad."

Cocking his head to the side now, Geto smiles again, “Think so?”

Now he was determined to fuck you to tears just because you said that. His thumbing picks up and he was spelling his first name out against your dripping clit, his weight starting to press down against you before he hooks an arm under your leg and starts pulling you to meet his thrusts.

“Uhuh,” Is all you could babble out in response to him, nodding so stupidly that you'd be embarrassed right now if you weren't too busy cumming again.

Geto feels it but instead of bringing attention to the nth orgasm he's brought you to, he groans, “I can be worse."

To which you whine prettily enough for him to nearly blow his load into you right then and there, “Mmgh, f-fuck, you want that don’t you? Want me to talk you to filth?” He breathes out softly.

You're nodding again, hands coming up to grab and scratch at any part of his skin you could reach. Each time your nails graze him, he lets out a low hiss as if he wanted more.

Then Geto leans down one last time, rolling his hips down into yours and rubbing the blushing head of his cock all sloppily against your walls before whispering, “Well, s’long as you promise to let me take your next slutty picture, sure.”

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“Choso, p-please—”

“Please what?” He growls, voice just as rough as his thrusts were with you, “Told’ you I didn’t like that guy months ago.”

Your jaw simply hangs open, eyes hardly on your lover above you, “M’sorry.”

Choso scoffs, “I know you are. You should be.” He huffs as his balls slap against your skin with each thrust.

Panting, you gasp out his name, “Choso…” You utter just as a big pout pulls at your lower lip, eyes doe-like as you gaze up at the man.

He cocks his head to the side and his eyes narrow at you, his dick twitching wildly inside you, “Don’t fuckin’ pouttt,” He coos, “Y’let that guy hug you like that today ‘nd you thought I was gonna be okay with that?”

You shake your head and a whine slips out, “N-No, but-“

“Shut up. I wasn’t done talkin’.” Choso cuts off meanly, rolling his eyes afterward, “Months I’ve been tellin’ you to distance yourself from him and yet here we are...” His body presses into yours and you whimper, feeling his hands grip your thighs tight enough to leave marks.

“Choso.” You call out, as if that’ll give you a second to escape him.

He holds back a whine that nearly escapes his throat due to how pretty you looked beneath him. Even upset with you, his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you by the mere sight of you whimpering below him.

“Fuck, I love you baby but damn,” He almost smiles at you, “I thought we talked about this?”

You take a deep breath, “W-We did, I just-“

Choso’s cock hits in deep, pelvis smacking against you constantly, “If you make another excuse for him m’gonna stop,” He tells you, hips slowing for only a second.

“N-No. Don’t stop, please.” You beg before moving your arms to wrap tighter around his neck and tug him closer.

“Mmmh,” He pouts to mock you but can’t deny the fact that the way you tugged him closer to you has his mind growing hazy for a second, “Don’t stop?” Choso asks.

He continues to slow down anyway, not yet coming to a halt but thrusts turning languid and listening to how your pussy messily slicks up his skin.

“Please, Cho, m-m’close.” You whisper, eyes silently begging him.

“Are you?” Choso questions, voice deeper than ever as he smirks, “Y’gonna cum f’me again? Wet up my cock so I can send that asshole a picture ‘nd show him whose dick you’re beggin’ for every night? Huh?”

Your back arches up off the bed a bit and your legs begin to cage around Choso’s waist, “Hahh, mmgh, t-that’s so… mean, Cho,” You whine in response, pouting again as your eyes water.

His pace had picked back up and you were being fucked into the mattress, a filthy mess of cum dripping down onto the bed below where the two of you were connected.

“Mean?” Choso echoes, the coldness of the wedding ring he’s got on his finger pressing further into your legs and making you shudder, “Baby… I can show you mean.”

You slide a hand up into his hair and pull his face closer to yours, attempting to kiss him, “Choso…”

He avoids your little gesture and teases you with a smile as he pulls up a little, “I could send him a video.”

“Please,” You frown at your husband’s sudden suggestion.

His dripping tip knocks against the hilt of your cunt, stuffing you full over and over before he finally let out a sigh, “Tch, fine. I won’t,” Choso hums, leaning closer to your face just like you originally wanted him to before whispering, “But don’t let me catch you around him again, okay?”

You nod and your eyes drop to his lips, “Okay.”

“Mh,” Choso hums against you as he finally gives you a slight kiss, feeling how you whine at the loss of the gentle contact when he pulls away, “Now tell me you love me, baby.”

You’re saying it faster than you could even process, “I love you, Cho.”

Oh his entire body reacts to that—hips drawing back, tip teasing your folds for a moment as he taunts you, “Yeah?”

“Mhmmm,” You hum eagerly.

His head tips to the side and he smirks, angling himself so that his cockhead bumps up against your clit, “How much?”

“Love you s’much,” You mumble, a slight whines leaving your throat after.

“Aww, do you? Y’love me so much?” Choso coos. His voice was as deep as ever but soft with you nonetheless before he moves his lips to your ear and shifts his cock back down to your twitching hole. Easing himself back in, “Or do you jus’ love gettin fucked like this?” Choso whispers.

The delicious stretch his cock created as it pushed back inside you had you gasping, “B-Both.”

“Both, huh?” Choso scoffs and his lips press against the shell of your ear, “Fuckin’ slut.”

Then he’s dragging his hips back and rutting them down into you with haste, listening to how each thrust makes you gasp and moan. You were so cute when you couldn’t handle him.

Your nails scratched at his scalp and his upper back, leaving bright red marks on his skin and making him hiss. Bulging cock sinking in and out of you so hard that all you could do was hold onto him and moan.

“H-Hhgnn…” You cry out—cunt tightening around him and earning a deep groan.

“Fuuuck, almost forgot you love that,” Choso huffs, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk, “Y’like it when I’m mean t’you, huh?”

“Ah, mgh, y-yeahhh,” Your voice comes in a sultry whimper and Choso groans again with how tight your pussy was clinging onto his cock, sucking him in deeper than he could handle.

His breath grows hot against your ear, “S’that why you let him hug you? You wanted to piss me off?” Thrusting harder and harder with his questions, your eyes begin to roll back.

“M-Maybe,” You manage to respond with a fucked-out smile taking over your expression.

“Maybe? Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” Choso purrs, “If you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you and call you a slut, all you had to do was ask.”

And then he’s doing just as he’s described—plump cockhead abusing your sweet spot by hitting it over and over, “H-Hahh, ah, t-that’s-, fuck, embarrassing Cho.”

Choso chuckles, “Askin’ for me to do somethin’ I’ve done before during sex isn’t embarrassing, baby. Y’know I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

You start pouting all over again, babbling an “M’sorry,” Without really understanding why you’re still apologizing.

“Mhm. Prove it by squirtin’ on me again,” Choso tells you before moving to sit up. He then tugs your thighs over his and fuck does the tip of his dick make you see stars for a second as he repositions himself slightly.

His hands grip onto your hips and he continues his rough pace like it’s nothing, hair disheveled with a few dark strands sticking to his forehead.

“Cho,” You say in an attempt to convince him to slow down for a moment.

Unfortunately for you, your voice only drives him crazier. You were so whiny, it caused blood to rush to the head of his cock and his balls to ache—everything about you was intoxicating.

“I’ll send your lil’ friend a picture of these messy ass sheets afterward, ‘kay?” Choso pants, lips parting as he releases a slight moan from your pussy dripping all over him. Such a messy girl you were, not that he’d prefer you any other way.

“Choso.” You manage almost sternly, sending him a pointed look.

He pouts and decides to play innocent as if his cock wasn’t currently tearing you apart, “Don’t scold me, I gotta do something, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach a hand down and graze his pelvis—making a fail of an attempt at pushing him away, “S’not nice.”

Choso snaps his hips forward as if to make a point and fuck his frustrations right into you, “Good thing m’not tryin’ to be fuckin’ nice then, right?”

☆ Nanami Kento

Who swears he was never a jealous man. He's seen the way people look at you time and time again and never has he batted an eye—why would he? Nanami's confident in himself enough to know that no other man would come in and steal your heart the way he has.

And such confidence has remained up until today.

After a long day of work, there's nothing he wants more than to come home to his lovely girlfriend whom he's been infatuated with for years now. Yet, today was different.

Walking into the shared apartment, unlike normal, you didn't come running up to him with a hug and a million kisses. Odd, he thought to himself, followed by a call of your name that echoed throughout the home.

"In the kitchen, Ken," You replied back, the sweet sound of your voice making him smile as he puffed out a sigh.

He's not sure where the momentary worry came from, but it subsided as he figured you may have been busy with something. As Nanami takes his jacket off, he moves a hand to loosen his tie, soon raking a hand through his hair afterward.

The house was awfully quiet, void of sounds of cooking or your voice—which was, again, odd. Stepping out of his shoes, Nanami steadily makes his way to the kitchen, soon spotting you and feeling a thousand pounds of stress lift off of his shoulders at the mere sight of you.

And in a sundress no less. You were on your phone, fingers tapping away at the screen with a slight smile on your face, your body bent forward against the kitchen counter with your back arched ever so slightly as you stood comfortably.

The sound of footsteps approaching you made you turn your head toward you boyfriend and flash him a loving smile. "Hi Kento, how was work?" You chirped sweetly.

"Fine, my love. How was home?" Nanami replied sweetly as he leaned down to you. A sudden buzz from your phone made you move your gaze and Nanami found himself giving you a slight peck on your lips but your eyes were elsewhere.

Whatever was on your phone must've been quite intriguing. "Home was wonderful. I did some cleaning today so..." You trail off and Nanami just gazes at you as your words fade away.

His brows begin to push together, "So...?"

You blink a few times, fingers tapping away at your screen yet again, "So uh," Trying to focus on both your boyfriend and the male you were texting at the same time was proving to be rather difficult for you.

Hence why Nanami sighs heavily and moves a hand to your back, caressing you gingerly, "Everything alright, love?"

You nod, "Mhm... Sorry about that, Ken. What was I saying again?" You ask as you turn to him with curious eyes.

He gazes at you, wondering how your attention could be so diverted. This was unusual coming from you but he shrugs it off, "You were telling me about how you cleaned up today?"

"Oh! Yes, I was gonna say I felt rather productive today," You finally get out before, again, turning away and to your phone.

Nanami nods his head, "I see. Is there something going on, sweetheart?"

You chuckle, "What? No, why?"

For a moment, your boyfriend does nothing more than watch how consumed you are by the conversation taking place through text on your phone. "You seem awfully distracted, is all," He sighs.

"Ohhh, no," You smile, "It's just this coworker of mine was wondering why I didn't show up today and then he and I-"

"He?" Nanami echoes aloud mistakenly. He hadn't meant to voice that, it was more of a thought.

Slowly, your head turns to your boyfriend yet again and despite the smile on your face, your brows push together and your expression is skeptical, "Yes, Kento, he. Is that an issue?"

"No, of course not," Nanami shakes his head before glancing off to the side with a shrug, "I just wasn't aware you were so close with any of your male coworkers."

You blink, "I'm really not, it's just him."

For some reason, his heart pangs a bit as you say that, "Just him, huh?" Nanami hums to himself.

"Mhm," You nod. Then, ignoring the clear attitude this has brought on, you turn to your phone and return to your texting.

Steadily, Nanami's eyes trail back over to you and he watches you type before rolling his eyes. He's not even sure why this is bothering him but he then moves to stand behind you, his crotch pressing into your ass as he begins to crave more of your attention.

He's truly not used to it being on anyone else that's not him.

"And what are you two discussing now that's so..." His words trail for a minute, eyes dragging along the slight curve in your back as you remained arched perfectly in such an effortless way, "...Important," Nanami soon finishes with a sharp narrow of his eyes.

"Well, he asked to come over for some reason and I'm not really sure how to respond," You reply honestly as you stare at the most recently received text.

Nanami's head cocks back a bit and he scoffs, "He's asked to come over?"

You nod, "Yes."

There's a pause but then your boyfriend leans forward and you can feel his muscular thighs press into the back of yours as his torso leans over. A hand is placed on the counter beside your waist and you look back over your shoulder to see Nanami nearing you.

His gentle eyes meet yours, "Can I see?"

You grin innocently, having nothing to hide from him whatsoever, "Sure," Handing him your phone, Nanami doesn't hesitate to read the messages exchanged from the past hour or so, seeing that this coworker of yours has been trying to flirt with you for some time now.

"Hm," He hums, "Does he always refer to you as uh," He clicks his tongue and scoffs, "Pretty girl?"

You shrug, "Well, yes and I've asked him to stop-"

"And yet you keep talking to him instead of blocking his number?" Nanami cuts off faster than he means to, eyes flipping up from the phone and to your face.

You flash a sheepish little smile, not exactly understanding the issue here, "I mean, he is my coworker."

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another. Nanami seems to be bothered but not exactly upset just yet, his brown eyes boring into yours as you have this completely clueless look on your face.

Weighing his head to the side ever so slightly, "...That enjoys flirting with you despite knowing you have a boyfriend?" Nanami finishes your statement for you questionably.

You bat your eyes at him and your brows go up, "W-Well-"

"Y'know what," Nanami places your phone down, "Why don't you invite him over?" He suddenly suggests.

You’re taken all the way back by the sudden statement, giving your boyfriend nothing more than a blank stare before uttering a baffled, "Huh?"

"Tell him he can come over,” He repeats, sliding the phone toward your hands and then moving his own to his belt. There’s a slight shuffle as he unbuckles his belt, the simply clacks making your heart skip a steady beat as you realize where he’s going with this. “I should be done by the time he gets here,” Nanami says.

Again, you blink in a confused manner before taking your phone up and doing as he’s just suggested—telling your coworker he can make his way over to you.

After which, you turn off your phone and return your eyes back to your boyfriend whose hands were busy tossing his belt onto the nearby floor. Your eyes then dropped down to his crotch and you swayed your hips to the side a bit to get a better look—spotting the heavy tent in his pants and gulping at the sight.

“Kento…” You hush out, earning a hum from him, “Is everything alright?” Your tone was so very soft and sappy with him, the sound making his heart ache in emotions beyond comprehension.

“Of course, my love,” He replies gently, sending you a quick smile, “I just need you right now, is that okay?”

Your gaze lifts and you meet his pretty brown eyes, lashes fluttering at how handsome he looks standing behind you, “You know that’s okay Ken, I’m all yours.”

He just about forgets the idea of restraint after that statement of yours. Of course he knows you’re all his but hearing it come out of your mouth with zero hesitation even after having another man flirt with you was…

Well, it was reassurance. Reassurance Nanami didn’t realize he enjoyed hearing.

Which is why he has you repeating similar phrases like that within the next few minutes as he fucks you into the kitchen counter.

Hips bruising with the way they were pressed into the counter edge, panties tugged to the side and nearly ripped off of you, back arched like a goddamn slut for your boyfriend, and messy folds stretched open as Nanami pounded his heavy cock into your tight hole—you were soon on cloud nine.

“Repeat that for me love,” Nanami grunts, breath coming out in heavy pants as his hips clash into yours over and over and over again.

You could hardly breathe properly and your mind was all frazzled, nearly everything that came out of your mouth was a moan and yet he still expected you to speak to him.

“K-Kento,” You gasp his name in erotic breathes, “Fuuuck, hahh, I… I said m’all yours,”

A sharper thrust is given in response to you, one of his hands gripping onto the bundled part of your dress at your lower back and the other coming down hard on your ass, “Yeah? All mine to ruin, right?” Nanami huffs out.

All you could do was nod, “Uhuh.” His hips were to damn harsh against your ass, thick cock drilling into your hole despite how lovingly he was speaking to you not too long ago.

“All mine to fuck senseless,” Nanami continues, his aroused tone making your cunt tighten around him.

Your jaw falls open as he starts knocking into that sappy spot inside you, each thrust making your legs quake and the fat of your ass ripple against him, “Yes Ken-, f-fuck.” You stammer, eyes watering and your nails scraping against the counter.

“Oh darling,” He groans, tossing his head back and then moaning at how wet you were for him, how easy it was for his cock to slide in and out and in and out, “Do you have any idea what you to t’me? Huh?” Nanami huffs.

“Mhmm,” You barely whine in response, your body jerking forward with his every mean thrust.

Steadily, he rolls his head back into place, eyes glancing down at the obscene stretch of your pussy lips around the shaft of his cock, “Are you sure? Y’know it upsets me to see another man flirt with you,” He says, voice surprising sturdy despite how well you’re taking him.

“M’sorry Ken,” You’re quick to apologize as if you’ve done something wrong and your boyfriend frowns at you.

“Huh. No need to be sorry, sweetheart,” Nanami coos, and god you feel your legs drawing together at how gentle his tone is with you. “S’not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He whispers.

Followed by which is the slight shift in his hips, angling his thrusts a little and causing your entire body to twitch below him. Nanami knows every inch of your body like the back of his hand.

How could he not? He’s studied you very closely—hence why the slight shift causes the curve of his cock to just drill into you so hard that you’re seeing stars.

“Mmgh, ahh, hahh, K-Kento,” You whine, your torso beginning to lift from the counter as if to try to escape his thrusts for a moment.

Jaw gone slack, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, nails scraping for some kind of hold, and legs shaking as they drew together—you were losing your mind.

“Hm?” Nanami replies so simply, too simply, as if he wasn’t currently fucking the air out of your lungs.

You gasp and your voice grows airy, “Fuck-, oh fuck… m’gonna cum again.”

He tilts his head and smiles, “Again? Aw, you’re so messy for me today,” Nanami says before his hand shifts into the arch of your back and he presses you down onto the counter.

Pinned, you could no longer try and escape his mean thrusts for even a second. Nanami was relentless with you, cock fucking you full, pussy drooling against him, coating his veins—you couldn’t even formulate proper sentences anymore.

“Hhggnh, hahhh, ah, ah…” You moaned loudly with not a single care in the world, eyes rolling back as your cheek pressed into the cold kitchen counter.

“So loud too,” Nanami comments. Then he’s leaning closer to you, cock bottoming you out and making you gasp and whimper.

“Kenn,” Is all you could say for a moment, eyes watering and breath leaving you.

His voice is suddenly next to your ear as his muscular frame leans over yours, “Yes love? I’m right here.” He emphasizes that last word with a deep thrust, making your legs nearly give out for a second.

“I know, I know-,” You babble, trying to pull your head away from his to escape his deep tone in your ear. “Fuck, fuuck, I feel you s’deep.” You whimper again, pouting while trying to catch a moment to breathe.

“Mmhmm, feel me riiight there, huh?” Nanami asks. And god was he right where you wanted him, fat cockhead jerking into your sweet spot and turning your legs into utter mush beneath him.

“Y-Yes, yes, m-mhmm,” Your squeeze shut and a tear rolls down your cheek, heavy pants leaving your throat, “Shit.”

Nanami moves to kiss the crown of your ear lovingly, “Aw, look at you. You close, pretty?”

You’re quick to nod without second thought, “Yes.”

“C’mon then,” His lips move and press against your ear, “Give it to me.”

And then you’re coming undone, repeating his name over and over, “K-Kento, Kento fuck-, Ken.” He loves it too, smiling against your ear as he grunts at the way your cunt throbs and twitches as you cum on his cock.

“Hahh, you sound so pretty moaning my name like that,” He comments before pulling away from your ear, “Look at me while you do it this time,” He utters, earning a steady turn of your head as you angle it back to meet his gaze. Then he smiles at you, hips rolling into you and tip smearing against your gummy walls, “Mhm, thaaat’s it—good girl.”

“Mmh, mmgh!” Your eyes flicker as he slows down to you can really feel him. “Ahh… K-Ken,” You whisper.

His cock aches inside you, “Repeat that, what’s my name?”

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to maintain eye contact, “Kento.”

“Whose cock are you makin’ a mess on right now?” He questions, tone a but harsh with you as he drags his hips back.

Snapping them forward just as you answer him, you end up stuttering, “Y-Yours Ken.”

“Mhm,” His brows tense as he pulls back yet again. This time, he moves a hand around and grabs ahold of your jaw, tugging your body up off the counter a bit and your face closer to his, “Last question. Who do you belong to, hm?”

“Y-You Kento, m’all yours,” You pant, lips wet with drool and eyes glossy from tears.

All Nanami does is flash a slight smile before he’s rutting his cock right back into you, watching and listening to the way oxygen leaves your lungs, “That’s right. All fuckin’ mine.” Nanami groans, lips nearing yours with the way he pulls you closer to him. Then he’s whispering, “And your little coworkers gonna understand that after today.”

Just before his lips are on yours, you manage a staggered little, “W-What?” In question.

He chuckles, “Oh, you didn’t hear him? He knocked on the door a few minutes ago,” Nanami tells you, watching your entire face twist up as you’re too fucked out to really understand that. “I’m sure he heard you moaning my name…”

☆ Toji Fushiguro

“So, you hate me, huh?” Toji dramatically huffs out as soon as the two of you enter your home again.

You groan and stomp off to your shared bedroom, trying to escape your annoyingly jealous husband due to what’s recently occurred. You’re apparently not allowed to be friends with his friends—or at least, not Shiu Kong allegedly.

Toji’s quick to stride into the bedroom behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches you storm around the room with a smirk on his face. You were so cute when you were annoyed with him.

Tipping his head to the left, his eyes narrow at you snatching your jacket off as you tried to give him the silent treatment, “Not sure why you’re so upset, y’know. I wasn’t the one pressin’ my tits into someone’s face,” He scoffs.

His hands lift out of his pockets and he crosses his arms over his beefy chest, eyes yet to leave your overly annoyed figure standing by the bed.

You send him a pointed glare before openly rolling your eyes at him, letting him know you’re upset.

Toji cocks his head back at the gesture and his brows raise, “Fucks’ your problem, huh? Mad at me ‘cause of somethin’ you did?”

“No, Fushiguro. Leave me alone,” You huff, frustrated frown etching its way across your lips.

“Ohh, now she decides to speak? And she uses our last name to address me too?” Toji’s baffled by your little attitude, a bit entertained, but baffled nonetheless.

You sigh loudly and move to grab your nearest sweatpants, “Leave me alone.”

“Why, huh?” Toji scoffs, “Y’mad about what I said to Shiu?”

Your eyes move to a slow blink before you click your tongue, “Well, seeing as you told him never to come around us again and that I’m, apparently, ‘not his fuckin’ friend’, maybe.”

Toji doesn’t react much to you mocking him and his expression stays relatively the same, “The hell is wrong with my statement?”

“I made a mistake and you took it out on him,” You explain as you tug your sweats on and move to take your shirt off.

“No, you both made a mistake ‘nd I’m takin’ it out on both of you.” Toji corrects. He was a bit more upset than he led on, “Your dumb ass leaned over him for some stupid fuckin’ water bottle and his eyes went to your tits as if it were second nature.”

You grit your teeth, “It was an accident Toji.”

“Nah, fuck that. Accident my goddamn ass, how many times has he looked at you like that, huh?” Your husband suddenly questions, sounding like he was implying something more as he took a step closer to the bed.

Your brows push together and you shrug, “I don’t know-“

“Oh and let’s not forget the way he grabbed your waist to, what?” He scoffs, “‘Help’ you? ‘Keep you steady’?” Toji continues, hardly giving you a second to even try and respond, “Not sure where ya’ brain’s at today doll, but Shiu is way too fuckin’ comfortable touchin’ you and I don’t like it.”

You shoot him nothing more than a blank yet frustrated stare, “Toji.”

His eyes are already on yours, giving you the same energy through his looks, “What?”

Sighing, “You’re being dramatic.” You tell him.

That ticks him off just right because then his face is twisting up into a scowl, “Dramatic? I’m being fuckin’ dramatic? Don’t piss me off,” Toji warns.

You find the nerve to laugh at him, “Don’t piss you off? Toji you’ve been whining about this all damn day. It’s over now, isn’t it?”

He decides to ignore your little jab at him and he steadily walks over to the side of the bed you’re standing at, “No, it’s not. You haven’t even apologized.”

You chuckle, “For what?”

He finds himself standing not too far from you, glaring at your confused facial expression, “Bein’ mad at me for no damn reason, that’s what.”

You roll your eyes at him again, “Toji you told me I can’t be friends with your friend.”

“Maybe because he wants to fuck you?” Toji fires back.

Another scoff leaves you and you start shaking your head at your husband's ridiculous claims, “He doesn’t.”

“Soo, he just looked at your tits for no reason?" Toji asks, leaning toward you a bit and tilting is head as if to intimidate you, "He grabs your waist ‘nd says, 'I got you sweetheart' for no fuckin’ reason, right?”

Your throat runs dry at that. You may have forgotten Shiu said that to you, having not really paid much attention to it when he did, “I-“

“Do you not know what the fuck flirting looks like?” Toji lectures, taking one last step toward you so that his body was hardly an inch away from yours.

Your head tips back a bit so that you could look up at him, swallowing hard at how upset your husband seems to be and all your confidence on the matter nearly fading. “I do, but-“

“There is no but. He wants to fuck my wife," He interrupts, "Why the hell would I let you two be friends knowing that?”

That's when you sigh again, “Toji, you don’t know that he wants to fuck me, you’re assuming things-“

One of his hands flies up to his face and he starts rubbing his temples out of pure frustration, “Woman, he checks you out at every chance he gets when he thinks I’m not payin’ attention.”

“He-“

“He touched you all too inappropriately, right in front of me," Toji reminds you.

You try to take up for Shiu's actions, still not seeing what the issue behind it was, “He was making sure I didn’t fall over.”

A little pissed of smirk tugs at the corner of Toji's scared lips and he turns his head to the side as he looks away from you, scoffing, “Riiiiight.”

“I’m serious!” You utter pleadingly.

“So..." Toji slowly returns his gaze to you and his voice gets stern, "You don’t see anything sexual behind a man holding your waist and saying 'I got you sweetheart'?”

“No.” You reply confidently.

“Hm. Alright, then." Your husband nods before he's moving to pull his shirt up and over his head, your eyes widening at the man as one of his hands then go to your waist and he tugs your body to his, "Lemme show you somethin’ if that’s the case...”

And then you’re on the bed with your husband moments later—bouncing up and down on his hard cock as Toji fucked up into you, your tits jumping in his face, jaw hanging open, and his hands holding right onto your waist.

“See what I mean now?” Toji huffs, “See how fuckin’ sexual this shit is?”

“T-Toji-, hahhh, fuck, t-this is so much different," You moan at the constant stretch of his fat cock rutting up into your swollen folds, one of his thumbs at your clit as rolling circles over the twitching bud.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m doin’ what he fantasizes about," Toji tells you, smiling a bit as he watches your face twist up.

Your brows tensed and your jaw fell as his leaky cockhead drilled deep into you, “M-Mmgh, s-so… big.” You whine with your hands at his shoulders and nails scraping him as his harsh thrusts made your body jerk upward.

Toji's steel grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you from falling off of you, his fingers digging into your skin. Every time he thrusted his hips up, he'd use his grip to tug you back down—forcing your cunt to spread open over his aching cock over and over, “Aww, don’t worry sweetheart, I gotchu’."

You gasp at his words, core throbbing due to his heavy tone, “Fuck-“

“Yeahh, see how fuckin’ wet that shit made you? Knew’ you weren’t fuckin’ stupid," Toji grunts out. He was so mean to you, taking out his frustrations from earlier on your pussy by soon spitting down on the, already, filthy mess below, adding to the slickness of it all and making you twitch.

Your hips try their best to keep up with him, rutting and rocking forward to keep his cock sucked deep inside you, “S-Shut up,” You tell your husband only to earn a scoff.

“Nahh," Toji begins to move his hands and your heart jumps. He tugs your torso near his before he's wrapping his big arms around your waist, locking you into place above him with your chest sandwiched against his, "Apologize t’me."

Your brows furrow and your eyes gloss over as his hips begin to pound his swollen cock up into you, obscene squelches of your cunt following as he does so. Your words come out in a whiney stammer, “F-For what-“

“Playin’ fuckin’ dumb, that’s what," Toji cuts off, eyes staring right into yours as he watched your face sink into that pretty fucked out state.

“Shiit," You gasp at how you couldn't move an inch, couldn't pull away or slow his thrusts down for a moment, forced to take every thick inch of his cock, "O-Okay, m’sorry-,”

Toji smiles, “Again.”

“M’sorry Toji," You whine. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly that you couldn’t even look away from him. You were both embarrassed and being fucked to tears simultaneously.

“Mmmh, without the mumblin’ this time," Toji instructs, gaze dropping to your wet lips so he can watch how you struggle, "Talk proper to me, girl.”

And of course, right after he he says that to you, he decides to then flip you both over so he's on top. “I-, hahh," You pant at the way his hands move to your legs and press them down against your chest, folding you up just how he wants to. "I’m… s-sorry Toji," You cry out.

With the way he's bucking his hips down into you, suddenly calculated with his thrusts and making your eyes go wide. You were on the verge of screaming his name with how good his cock felt splitting you open.

“Close, but y’still stuttered," Toji tells you. His breathing was growing just as heavy as yours but that didn't stop him from teasing you for even a second.

“Fuck you-," You breathe out, earning a smile from him, "...I’m sorry.” You end up saying anyway because how could you disobey your husband when he's got you folded up like this, his veins throbbing against your gummy walls as you squeezed the life out of his cock.

Toji tilts his head a little, “Sorry what?”

“I-I’m sorry Toji," You correct yourself before he's leaning his weight onto you and god his cock pushes impossibly deeper. You were so full of him that air was getting hard to come by.

“Oneee more time f’me, baby," Toji whispers all of a sudden, his face close to yours and your legs practically over his shoulders. "C’mon, you can do it.”

“Hhgnnn… oh-, mmgh… I…" Your jaw falls open again and you struggle. His cockhead was hitting your insides right where you needed him, you could feel your core tensing and your legs going numb, "...I’m sorry Toji.”

Your husband smiles at you, “There ya’ gooo, atta’ girllll.” He praises, feeling the way your pussy narrows tightly around his cock just as you start cumming on him.

“Fuck.” Is the most you could get out of your mouth that wasn't an incoherent moan.

Then Toji notices you trying to move your hands to push him away a little and he softens his tone, “Hey, stop thaat, don’t give out on me," Toji coos, the sudden softness making your stomach churn before he moves a thumb to your clit again, "I gotchu’, pretty girl.”

“F-Fuck. Ohmygod-“ Your back arches up off the bed a bit and you whimper.

Toji just gawks at you, “Uhuh, now… y’won’t talk to Shiu again after this, right?” He questions, juuust to be sure you got the message after all this.

You nod in agreement, “N-No, I-, mmh, I won't t-talk t'him again…”

Fat cock rolling down into your pussy, your slick making his cock slid in so easily, “Y'sure?”

You nod, “Yes.”

Toji pouts a little just to mock the face you were making, “Yes who?”

Your eyes just barely meet his and his thumb presses against your clit, making your voice come out in a moan, “Yes Toji.”

“Mh," He hums, leaning down to kiss you tenderly, "Good girl.”

☆ Gojo Satoru

He doesn’t even let you explain yourself.

One ninety-second hug with some guy you claim you’ve known since college, his arms around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck—was just about all it took for Gojo to get the picture.

Then there was the way the guy whispered into your ear and you laughed-, no, giggled at whatever was said.

What else does Gojo need to know after that? Clearly you forgot who you’ve been dating for the past few years…

Which is why Gojo reminds you through rough backshots in the backseat of your car as soon as you return to him. He hand a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing your face down against the carseat as his toned hips clashed into your ass.

Swollen cockhead pushing past your twitching folds for the nth time while he bullies into your pussy. The loud smack of his balls against you fills the entirety of the vehicle, Gojo’s free hand pressing down into your arch and furthering it for him so he could angle his dick into that spot that makes you utterly weak.

“Wonder what the hell was so funny,” He huffs. He’s breathless by this point, having been dirty talking your ear off and giving you no time to respond—telling you how pretty your pussy looks taking every inch of him and how cute you sound crying his name into the seat.

“M-Mmgh, hnngh… ahh, S-Satoru,” Your voice was muffled against the carseat but neither of you cared, he heard you clear enough.

“Hm? What was so funny, baby? Tell me,” Gojo requests, not slowing his thrusts down for even a moment.

Merciless, he was. Fucking you like you were a goddamn slut off the street and he was a sex-deprived man, his pelvis was so angry against you, leaving marks with how harshly it met your ass, a hand moving every now and then just to palm the fat of the slight curve.

You were too busy drooling onto the carseat, cockdrunk out of your mind and fucked out beyond belief. You don’t think Gojo’s ever fucked you this hard before—the car was rocking with his every thrust and you’re pretty sure your muffled moans could be heard from outside the vehicle.

Sure, your windows had tint on them but it still wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going in within the car.

“What was he sayin’ t’you? Huh? Was he tellin’ you how badly he wants to fuck you? S’that why you laughed?” Gojo scoffs, still giving you no time to respond whatsoever, “I’d laugh too, shit… No one gets to fuck you aside from me, after all.” He finishes off with a cheeky little shrug.

You hated how much he was rambling right now but your brain was too consumed in pleasure to really care, “Toruu, fuuck-, oh, mmh…”

“No one else gets to feel this pussy wrapped all pretty around their cock, right?” Gojo groans, tossing his head back and drilling himself into the hilt, almost as if he were trying to reach deeper, “Jus’ me?”

All you can do is hum messily, “Mhmmm.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle and his hand lands across your ass again, head moving to look down at the marks he’s left thus far before he cracks a smile, “Say it.”

“J-Jus’ you, ‘Toru.” Your voice was small, hardly audible but Gojo didn’t much care, he’d heard enough anyway.

So, he smiles at your struggle in speech, finding you nothing but adorable in this state, “Yeahh, that’s my girll.”

Then he’s moving his hands, feeling every inch of your body like he always does. There’s never a single part of you that goes untouched by Gojo Satoru when he fucks you. And as of right now, his large hands were taking place on your ass, spreading you apart to get a better look at your wet parted folds sucking in his cock.

“Pussy’s soooo fuckin’ pretty taking my dick like this too. I mean damn,” Gojo lets out a moan in between his sentence, unable to help himself at the sight before him, “Look at her drip all over me. She’s nasty, baby.”

Then he’s slowing his thrusts, but not stopping. Instead he gets calculated, fucking his cock in slow but pointed, top poking at your gummy spot and making your legs quake.

Drool smears across your cheek and your face was a goddamn mess but, you’d worry about all that later, “S’toru…”

“Mhm, I know, you’re about t’cum again, huh?” Gojo hums sweetly, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him in making his brows tense.

You were in complete disarray—debauched and filthy just how he liked. Shooting a glop of spit down onto his cock, he watched with a smile as he eases forward before there’s nothing more than an inch left out of you, only to thrust the last bit in and watch your fingers curl as you scrape against the seat.

“Uhuhh,” You breathe helplessly.

Gojo cocks his head to the side, “Gonna make another mess on me, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yeahh.”

“Mhm, good,” Gojo praises lightly before pulling out. He takes his cock into one of his hands and taps it against your pussy folds, listening to the light and wet smack his cock made against you and biting his lower lip, “But y’know… I wonder what had you so wet, baby.” He teases.

That was the only chance you got to catch your recently lost breath and you angle your head back a little to look at him, “Hm?”

Gojo’s eyes were down as he watched himself play with your pussy, smearing his leaky his tip in between your folds, “Was it him? Did he tell you how pretty you looked today? Hm?” Gojo wonders, “S’that why your cunt was droolin’ before I could even get your panties off?”

Your brows tense and you try wiggling your hips back a little, “N-No…”

“No? Aw, so what was it then?” Your boyfriend questions curiously. He’s now pushing an inch in and out of your cunt, watching how your pussy twitches every time he pulls out and chuckling at you, “Surely it wasn’t the way I was rubbin’ my fingers against you… Nah, you were too busy thinkin’ about that other guy, right?”

You groan, “No, ‘Toru.”

He snickers, “No? Buut, you guys looked like you had a great convo.”

“W-We did but that’s only cause… hahh… mmmh, I-,” Gojo starts inching more of his cock into you and you struggle to finish explaining. After taking a deep breath, “I spent the whole time talkin’ a-about you.”

“Aww, really?” His hips snap forward after you say that, “Fuck, you bragged about me?” Gojo moans out, face growing hot with arousal.

Nodding, you hum in response, “Mhmm.”

“Shiit, that almost makes me feel bad,” Gojo pouts a little before shifting his palm over your ass, caressing your skin tenderly.

He’s still rutting his dick in and out of you but his voice and his touch is much softer.

“W-Why?” You ask.

“Cause’…. I’m fuckin’ you like you did somethin’ wrong for no reason…” Gojo whispers, seeming to be disappointed in himself for a second.

Then, he sees the way your eyes go back as his cock hits that one spot again, “Mmgh.. S-Satoru, r-right theree…”

And with that, he’s no longer disappointed and shrugs off all his doubts, going on to fuck you like he’s mad at you, “S’okay tho’, you like me like this anyway…”

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