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You love hearing Satoru Gojo whimper when you suck him. When you take his length down your throat, constricting around his thickness.
'F- fuck, sweetheart... you're doing such a good job,' he's brushing your hair off your face, gasping when you suck, your cheeks hollowing. Looking up at his dilated blue eyes while long fingers caress your face.
He's gentle at first, he always is. His cock is so long and he knows you need to work up to it, but once he knows you're got it?
Satoru goes feral.
He's tugging your hair into a pony tail, shoving your face down his cock now, bucking up into your throat and groaning. 'That's it, slutty little throat, f-fuck...'
Its like a switch goes off, the sweet and gentle Gojo turns into the man that fucks your throat like he's using you, like some fleshlight. His precum coats your uvula while you go impossibly deeper, cunt aching for friction.
You reach down and touch yourself, you're dripping wet for him. His throbbing cock pulsing while you whine out. 'You touching yourself, hah - no,' he yanks your hand and you pull back, lips dripping with saliva and precum. 'Only I can touch that perfect little cunt.'
'Toru...' he sucks your juices off your fingers, cheeks hollowed, silky white locks falling over his brow.
'Back down there, sweetheart, m'not done fucking your throat yet.' You do just that, pressing your thighs together, cunt pulsing wetness out and dribbling down. 'That throat is made to take my cock, huh? Gonna fuck it so good you can't even talk.'
You tremble, so ready to have him cum in your mouth. His mix of filth and praise is addictive.
'Pretty little whore, you can do better can't you?' -And- 'Use you like my fucktoy, all you're good for is taking my cock.'
Then melding into- 'Sweetheart, you're so pretty. Fuck, look at you... want my cum pretty girl?'
You pull back for a breath, nodding, he runs a thumb across your lips. 'Want to swallow all of you. Please.'
'I'll give you all of it baby,' he's back to whimpering, gasping out, fucking your throat so hard you choke, dizzy and breathless, wet sounds echoing with his moans and your choked, wet gasps. 'Feels s'good. Perfect mouth. Perfect for me.'
You love when Satoru cums, busting his hot, sticky cum in your throat, you struggle to swallow it all, shaking and gripping his thighs. he whispers your name over and over, shaky little breaths escaping his mouth as he keeps slowly fucking.
He yanks you up, you're shaking, drool spilled down your chin, he's kissing that cum right off your lips. He loves the flavor, especially mixed with you, cock still spurting cum on your clit as you grind desperately, already getting hard thinking of licking his precum off your pretty little clit.
satoru, who had the audacity to laugh it off, throwing an arm around your brother’s shoulders like it was the easiest promise in the world. “me? with your sister? c’mon, man, i’m not that reckless.”
liar. because now? his hands were wrapped around your wrists, pinning you into the mattress while his cock was buried so deep inside your dripping pussy it felt like he was splitting you in half.
“shit, you feel too good, baby. squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let go,” he groaned, lips curling into that smug grin that always made your stomach flip. “a-ah—toru—s-slow down—nngh, s’too much—” you gasped, breath hitching as your legs trembled, thighs spread wide around his narrow hips, completely at his mercy as he thrust into you—rough, relentless, making the headboard nudge the wall with quiet, rhythmic taps.
suguru was sleeping next door.
but satoru didn’t care.
“‘toru—ah—p-please, s’too deep—mmnh—c-can’t—!” your voice cracked, breathless and whiny as he bottomed out with a sharp grind of his hips, making your back arch into him. his grip tightened around your wrists. “you can take it, sweet girl. you’re doin’ so good for me.”
“nnnh—m’trying—toru—s’big—” you whimpered, hips squirming beneath him, the sheer size of him making your walls flutter helplessly around his cock. “f-feels s’good—ah—!”
the size of him was overwhelming—his broad chest pressing against your smaller frame, cock filling you with every punishing thrust that had you gasping his name in broken whimpers.
“c’mon, pretty, stay with me.” he dipped down, kissing you messy and slow, tongue curling against yours as his pace stayed brutal. you moaned into his mouth, clinging to him with needy little gasps between kisses. “toru—mmm—’m gonna—g-gonna cum—”
“wanna see that cute little face when you cum on my cock.” your moans grew louder, breath hitching as you felt yourself unravel, completely wrecked beneath him.
satoru’s lips found your ear, voice dropping into a filthy whisper. “think you can be quiet f'me, baby? or should i stuff my cock in that pretty mouth instead?”
calling your cocky boyfriend satoru handsome mid-thrust
after hours of riling him up, he’s finally got you folded nearly in half, both your legs slung over his shoulders, his thick cock driving into you with a rhythm that’s got the headboard rattling.
“hnngh—fuck!” you whine, hands clutching his wrists as his relentless thrusts shake your core, he’s got one hand fumbling with your tits, squeezing harshly, drawing sharp gasps from your lips.
his hips snap forward, each buck deep, his lower abs slamming against you. “hhhmm, takin me so good, baby..” he purrs, you’re lost in the haze, your body trembling, but your eyes lock onto his face, sharp jaw, flushed cheeks, that fucking smirk.
and the words slip out before you can stop them. “so handsome, baby...” he freezes, just for a heartbeat, his cock still buried deep, hand stalling on your breast.
his eyes widen, eyebrows furrowing. “what’s that?” he asks, voice quieter, you bite your lip, cheeks burning, but he doesn’t give you time to backtrack.
his smirk returns, and he leans closer, your legs slipping higher on his shoulders. “handsome, huh? fuck, you’re gonna regret sayin’ that.” his hips snap forward, hard, rough, the kind of thrust that makes your whole body jolt and a cry rip from your throat.
“satoru!” you gasp, tears pricking your eyes as he pounds into you, faster now, looks like your compliment lit a fire in him.
his hand leaves your tits, gripping your thigh to keep you spread, his cock dragging against your walls. “watch how fucking good your handsome boyfriend fucks you, baby.” he growls, clicking his tounge, a playful smirk forming on the corner of his lips.
Warnings. MDNI. NSFW🔞, mature content, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected sxx, FREAKED OUT Satoru and Suguru
“This is my girlfriend,” Satoru introduces you and your name to Suguru, rubbing his large palm into the side of your waist affectionately.
A look of shock overthrows Suguru’s expression. But it morphs back into soft coolness quick enough that you almost doubt you saw it right.
“Hi, it’s so nice to meet one of Satoru’s friends.” You smile at Suguru, jutting out your hand.
Suguru shakes your hand politely and a soft smile climbs on his lips as his gaze flicks down your body and then up to Satoru before landing back on you.
“Ah, I wouldn’t say friend,” Suguru huffs playfully, “Haven’t seen him since college.”
“Work is busy,” Satoru shrugs, raising his arm to wrap around your shoulders. His arm weight pulls you down a bit but you don’t mind.
“So, how long have you been together?”
“Um— about a year.” You smile and nod at him. Satoru hums happily before pressing a kiss to your cheek. Suguru can tell you’re a shy, sweet little thing, putting a weak hand to Satoru’s chest and resisting futilely as he peppers your face with kisses in front of all of these people.
“Yo, Gojo!”
Satoru is suddenly pulled away by one of his old friends to compete and see how many shots they can take back to back, and since he hasn’t seen these people in a bit, you smile and push him to go have fun.
You’re left with Suguru. You sip your drink and shift your stance a bit as he subtly takes in your overall appearance.
You clear your throat. “So, did Satoru date around a lot back in college? I wouldn’t be surprised.” You’re jesting, cutely, trying to break the ice and the nervous tension between you and Satoru’s friend.
Suguru chuckles. “Ahh, not really.”
You eye him from over your cup as you take a drink. “Is that why you seemed so surprised that he’s with me?” It’s said in a lighthearted tone but you’re clearly curious.
“Oh, I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.” Suguru is being nothing but genuine and you can tell.
“But.. ?” You’re leading him into the rest of what he isn’t saying.
“There’s no but,” Suguru denies softly and then shrugs, “You’re just not the type I was expecting.”
You’re clearly offended, a bit hurt right off the bat and Suguru can immediately see that.
“Oh god, no, no,” Suguru quickly backtracks with a sympathetic look, “I didn’t mean that you aren’t attractive, you are. In fact, you’re more my type than what I expected his to be.”
You blink at him owlishly and brush your hair behind your ear. “Oh. What kind of girl was Satoru into during college?” You chuckle, airily, but you can’t fool him or yourself. You’re invested.
Suguru huffs into his drink, a jump to his brows as if you’ve said something ironic.
“The type with balls.”
Your eyes widen and you’re almost in disbelief of what he’s claiming. “You— oh. You’re saying Satoru was with men?”
He nods and watches you with slight amusement. Satoru must have kept this from you for some reason.
You blink down at the ground, a slight pang of jealousy slides through your chest. Satoru never mentioned this. You were under the impression that he had told you every past partner and relationship he’s had, like you’ve told him. It’s not a good feeling to feel as though this man you’ve never met before knows more about your boyfriend than you do.
“Ah— I’m sorry,” Suguru says, clearly feeling bad that he said anything at all since it seems you’re feeling hurt, “I really didn’t mean to bother you or mess with your relationship—”
You brush off his concerns and interrupt him. “No, no. It’s okay. Um—” you clear your throat, “like a lot of men?”
Bless your heart, Suguru can tell why Satoru is enthralled by you. You’re a sweet thing, clearly committed to the guy, even when he has obviously been keeping things from you.
Suguru grimaces a bit, not because of you, but because of what he’s about to say.
“I,” he laughs and scratches the back of his head, “I think I’m the only one. I could be wrong.”
Your jaw just drops but before you can ask the millions of questions you are itching to ask Satoru’s apparent ex something, intoxicated Satoru comes bursting back with a wide smile, shoving a shot into your hands while he slams his lips into yours.
“Hey baby, take this shot,” he preens into your lips, “You need to catch up.”
You chuckle awkwardly and take down the shot with a sweet smile for your boyfriend who has no idea you’ve been told that he’s been keeping something from you.
The next day. 4:07pm.
You’re pouting. Satoru can tell something is wrong. You’ve been giving him that sad cat look since this morning that screams, ‘my owner hit me and I can’t decide whether I’m mad or sad.’
“You wanna get take out? That mochi place is open,” Satoru offers, rolling on his side to grab at you and pull you into his arms to spoon.
The book you’re reading doesn’t leave the space right in front of your face as he cuddles your backside.
You shrug and hum briefly, as if you don’t care.
Satoru wraps his arms deeply around your middle, squeezes, and shoves his face into the side of yours while his brows furrow. “And then we can make love all night with a belly full of mochi, hmm?”
You don’t even spare a glance. Another shrug. Now he knows for sure, something happened.
His head raises and he looks down at you. “Hey, c’mon, what’s going on?”
You mumble incoherently but he can make out that you’ve said, ‘nothing.’
“Did I go too hard last night? Did I do something?” He asks with concern, thumbs rubbing into the skin of your sides where he’s wrapped around your midsection. He has blips of blanks in his memory from last night, mixing alcohol is never a good idea.
You exhale a puff of air and drop your book down, a small pout permanently taking home on your face.
“Suguru was nice,” you mumble as your eyes stare forward at nothing in particular.
You’re speaking in riddles, not a good sign. He squints and maneuvers your body so you’re on your back and he’s leaning on his forearm beside you so he can eye you properly.
“Suguru? Did he hit on you?”
You cross your arms stubbornly. “He did say I was his type.”
Satoru’s face turns into a look of discontent. “I knew he’d try something on you. I’m sorry, baby. Did he make you uncomfortable?”
You basically ignore his words, watching him suspiciously. “Matter of fact, he said I’m more his type than I am yours.”
He looks taken aback and confused. “He’s just being stupid, trying to see if he can get with you.” He pauses and blinks at your expression and overall aura. “Wait— Are you mad at me, right now?
“I don’t know, am I?”
“Baby,” Satoru grabs onto the side of your head to hold your attention, “Talk to me.”
You sigh and sit up, criss crossed. He slowly meets you there, sitting across from you, carefully.
“Did you and Suguru used to date?”
Satoru’s brows jolt up and he blinks in genuine surprise.
“Me and Suguru? No, are you serious? That’s what he told you?” He huffs in disbelief.
“Okay, then, you guys used to fuck? In college?”
Satoru blinks for a beat with his lips parted. “I— Okay, yeah, yes. But we never dated, that’s ridiculous.”
Your face explodes into disbelief and you abruptly stand up, pushing his hand away when he tried to grab at you.
“Oh my god, I knew it. Why did you keep that from me?” You’re clearly upset and Satoru moves his way to the edge of the bed on his knees to face you as you stand.
“Keep it from y— Wait, wait that’s a bit of an exaggeration—”
You shake your head and start pacing, ignoring him.
“Do you know how stupid I felt? Asking your ex— or fuck buddy or— whatever— about you? About my own boyfriend? Things that I should already know after a whole year of dating?”
Satoru cringes in sympathy. “Fuck, I didn’t think—”
“No, you didnt,” you confirm, interrupting him. Your steps come to a stop in front of him. “I mean, god! You introduced me and let me talk to him all nice and polite like he hasn’t fucked my boyfriend!”
“What, you would’ve treated him differently if you knew?” He huffs, unable to hold back some amusement, despite knowing he’s done something wrong.
You shoot him a deep glare. “Yes! I would have— I don’t know— asserted dominance or something— grabbed your dick— I don’t know!”
Satoru lets a self indulgent smirk sneak out and you poke his chest with a mean, stern look. “Hey! Stop enjoying this so much.”
He immediately grabs onto your hand and lays it flat on his naked chest like he’s trying to keep you close and with him. “I’m not, I’m not!— I just— you can’t blame me for thinking it’s sexy when you get all jealous,” he purrs towards the end, leaning in and snaking a kiss to your jaw. You grumble and almost flinch away from it but then he lays an open mouthed, slow, warm kiss lower down, on your neck, and you melt.
He hums, feeling your body relax into him, and that’s what jolts you out of the haze. You pull away and point at him with squinted eyes. “No. You’re not allowed to do that. I’m actually hurt, Satoru.”
A pleading look grows on his face and he stands quickly to get close to you. “Okay, okay, I know. I’m sorry, baby. I should have told you. It slipped my mind, genuinely. What can I do to make it better?”
You humpf as you cross your arms, pouting as he softly brushes some hair from your face.
“Hmm?” He goads on, tilting his head down to eye your pretty face. “What can this horrible, mean boyfriend do to make it up to his sexy, amazing girlfriend?”
“Were you on top or bottom?”
Satoru pauses, thinking he has to have heard you wrong because you kind of mumbled it quietly.
“What?”
You look up at him. “Did you fuck him or did he fuck you?”
Satoru’s jaw drops, shocked by your question as you move to sit on the edge of the bed behind him, waiting.
He turns slowly to face you, this has to be a trap. “Why do you want to know that, baby? That’s just gonna upset you.”
You ‘Aha!’ like he’s been caught. “I knew it! You’re hiding this from me deliberately!”
“What? No,” he immediately shakes his head, hands moving quickly as to dispel what you’ve said, “A question like that is— I wouldn’t want to know all the ways you’ve fucked Toji in the past, it would upset me! I just don’t want to upset you.”
“Ohh, now you’re bringing up Toji.” You cross your arms. Toji was a bit of an issue for your relationship at the beginning. You used to date, and let’s just say Toji has a bad habit of fucking with people— they used to get into fist fights despite being friends. Honestly, Toji was usually asking for it: smacking your ass casually when you’d hug in greetings, a hand rubbing your thigh a little too far up when you’d laugh in conversation, etc. all with the excuse that he was just so used to doing it when you were dating that he forgets not to.
Satoru shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”
You sigh. “I want to know, Satoru. If you’re not trying to keep things from me, then tell me.”
Satoru rubs his eyes and then runs a hand through his hair. He has a feeling this isn’t going to be resolved by tonight. “I have nothing to hide, okay? I was on bottom, I guess.”
You hum and nod, like you know something he doesn’t and you just caught him.
“So he used to fuck you in the ass?”
Satoru’s growing more and more confused. “So what? Does it upset you that I was with a dude?”
Your jaw drops and you stand, a hurt pinch to your brows. “Of fucking course not, Satoru.”
“Then, what? I get that it was fucked to let you talk to Suguru without knowing. But, you’re mad because I happened not to tell you one person I’ve had sex with?”
“It just makes me feel like,” you exhale, avoiding his gaze, “you didn’t tell me because I can’t give you what he could.”
Satoru’s face expands in shock. He grabs onto your face with both hands and holds it up to look you in the eye. “What do you mean, baby? I fucking love you, you give me everything I could ever want.”
“I can’t give you dick,” you mumble.
“That’s,” he hesitates, searching your face, “That’s what’s bothering you? You think I kept it from you on purpose because I didn’t want you to feel bad for not having a penis?”
The corners of your lips and the pinch in your brows deepens within your pout.
“Oh baby,” he coos deeply, pulling you in to hold you close, unable to let out an airy laugh.
You whine, “Stop laughing at me, Toru!”
He squeezes you harder with a grin and you grumble into his chest.
He exhales, deeply and in content, having you in his arms. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve never once wished you had a dick and balls. I would have told you about Suguru, I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I’m sorry I made you feel stupid when he told you.”
You mumble something into him and he hums in question, not hearing you.
You pull back to look up at him as he continues to hold you into his front.
“I said,” you sniffle, eyes gleaming widely, “But I heard guys have their g-spot in their ass. So, that means I’ve never made you feel as good as he can or did.”
Satoru shakes his head. “That’s ridiculous, I’ve never had better sex than with you. C’mon, let’s order food and lay back down.”
Your pout stubbornly gets deeper, like he’s lying to you to protect your feelings.
“Up we go.” He decides for you, picking your body up easily and softly tossing you onto the bed before climbing in behind you.
“Come here baby.” He’s holding you the same way he was before, arms around your tummy. He creeps his hand up your shirt and the second it brushes your breast, you shake your head and nudge it away.
“No, I don’t have the right parts. I just have a stupid hole.”
Satoru whines in frustration, sliding his arms up until he’s holding you just under the swell of your tits so he’s not crossing the line but still able to touch you.
“But I love that hole,” he chirps woefully into your ear, sliding his right hand down to curl inward until it covers your clothed pussy entirely. “My favorite hole.” You can hear a deep frown on his lips.
“This hole is closed for business forever and ever.”
Chills race down Satoru’s spine. “You don’t mean that.”
“Maybe I do,” you shrug, but you’re not making any move to take his cold hand away from your cunt. “Maybe you should call Suguru.”
“Oh baby, please. This is ridiculous.” He groans into your neck, hard cock pressing into the lower part of your asscheek.
You suddenly turn to face him, forcing his hands to retreat so you can comfortably turn.
You look up at him. “Is that what you want? For me to buy a strap?”
He sighs. “Not really,” he mumbles.
“Oh okay. So, just him. Fine.” You’re about to turn your back to him again but he doesn’t let you, grabbing a strong hold of your sides.
“Listen to me.” He looks into your eyes, intensely. “When I push inside of your sweet little pussy, I feel a level of pleasure that exceeds reality. I love fucking your beautiful cunt, made just for me to push into. Do you understand me? I want to dominate your insides over and over and over until you forget what it feels like to be empty— all day, everyday. I don’t need you inside me. I want to fucking live inside you.”
You blink at him owlishly and dumbly chirp out, “Oh.”
“I don’t want you to— you don’t need to buy a fake cock because you think I need it to feel satisfied. If anything, I should buy you a fake fucking cock with how much you wear mine out.” He huffs, rubbing his nose into yours affectionately. “Okay?”
You exhale deeply, body relaxing into his. “Okay.”
He brushes his fingertips down your tummy until he slides his whole hand between your thighs, once again claiming your entire clothed pussy to his palm and long fingers.
“My sweet girl,” he coos as his other hand reaches over you and takes a handful of your asscheek. “My horny, horny girl. You wanna satisfy me so bad, huh?”
You grumble a little, soft hands pushing into his chest futilely as he chuckles.
Satoru hums some random tune soothingly as he kneads your back and ass for a long while, keeping the other hand snug against his favorite hole.
A week later. 10:35pm.
Seeing Suguru again wasn’t on your radar, but here he is, at some a party most of your own friends are at.
You and Satoru enter the party together and walk up to some of your friends crowded in the kitchen around a cooler full of an assortment of canned alcohol and ice.
You hug some of them in hello, starting with Shoko and ending with Toji. Satoru greets everyone with a loud, playful, drawn out, “Hello party people!” before wrapping his arm around cheery Haibara.
You lean down and grab some random fizzy drink from the cooler as everyone greets Satoru in their own unique ways.
“Hey again,” Suguru’s familiarly soft voice greets you with a smile as you stand back up.
“Oh, hey.” You pop open your can. You’re not upset with Suguru, it’s not his fault Satoru left a few bits of information out. Suguru didn’t mean any harm, you know that. He still fucked your boyfriend, though.
He gestures for you to come stand by him so you can chat. You smile and nod before stepping over. Satoru pats your ass sweetly as you leave, not taking his attention off of his idiotic conversation with Nanami, bothering and teasing him like he loves to do.
Suguru nods at your drink. “You like that fizzy sweet shit like him, huh?”
You turn the can to eye the name of it and shrug. “It does the job. How about you? You one of those -dry whiskey with no straw- types?”
He hums a soft laugh with a smile. “Like you said, whatever does the job. But no, not always. I dabble.”
You take a swig of your drink. “I respect that.”
“Hey,” he begins with a sympathetic scratch to the back of his head, “I really hope I didn’t mess things up for you after that conversation we had.”
You chuckle and glance over at Satoru with a loving, affectionate look, watching as Nanami holds him in a headlock that you have no doubt he could get out of if he really wanted to. “No, no. Don’t worry about it, we’re good.”
Suguru hums with a smile on his lips, glad you’re not upset with him for telling you something he figured you’d know.
You turn towards him with a playful smile on your lips. “Anything else you wanna tell me about you and Satoru before the night goes on, though?” you joke, making Suguru throw his head back and laugh.
He comes back down to earth and takes a step towards you, leaning his hip against the counter casually as he eyes your face with a tilt of a smile.
“You’re sexy,” he all but coos down at you, voice soft and deep.
Your brows raise and you huff. “Are you hitting on me right now?” While your boyfriend, who he used to fuck in the ass, is standing a few feet away?
He shrugs and swigs his drink. “I see why Satoru is into you.” An answer that isn’t an answer at all.
“And why is he into me?” You entertain his sillies with amusement.
He exhales deeply, in thought. “Sweet, compassionate, caring, beautiful, loving, funny, a good listener, knows how to cook a warm meal. Am I close?”
He’s playing with you, naming all of the generic compliments one could find on a hallmark card. He doesn’t know you well enough to actually answer, but he knows that he likes to make you laugh. You can’t help but do just that, shaking your head in amusement, and fidgeting with the lip of your can with the same hand that holds it.
“Oh, you’re right on the money. You know me so well,” you say with playful surprise.
He huffs out a few laughs and tilts his drink in dismissal. He licks his lips of the wetness of his beverage.
“So, he mad at me for telling you about our dorm life?”
You inhale and exhale an airy laugh. “He might be.”
“Ohh,” he hums drawn out, amused, but still as soft toned as ever. His brow quirks down at you, “So, you were upset.”
You look away and take a drink with a soft scoff. He wormed that insinuated information right out of you.
He continues, despite your silence. “Because your boyfriend was with a guy?”
You roll your eyes, a ghost of a smile on your lips. “No.”
He hums, head rocking back. “Then..?”
“You should go ask your old dorm mate if you really wanna know,” you land on, like you’d be interested in seeing how that would go.
He hums in contemplation, casually glancing at Satoru. “I’m betting that wouldn’t end well for me.”
You shrug, casually. “Never know until you try.”
“Eh,” he brushes it off, “Why would I do that when my new friend is so fun to talk to?” He might as well have said ‘fun to play with’ instead.
“Oh, friends, huh?” You tilt your head.
“Oh come on,” he smiles back down at you, looming over you a bit so you can smell his nice scent, “We have so much in common. We both like drinking, we’ve fucked the same person, we’re both wearing black clothing, I think you’re sexy, you think I’m sexy— we’re best friends already.”
You make a little expression of surprise, laughing.
“I think you’re sexy? Oh I didn’t know that.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that, my bad. Yeah, you think I’m sexy.” He speaks definitively, clinking his drink into yours in a soft cheers.
You hum dramatically, continuing to go along with whatever he throws out. “Right. Must have slipped my mind.”
He prods once again. “So, new friend, what was it that bothered you about the fact that I’ve had sex with your boyfriend?”
You let out a deep exhale as a thunderbolt of jealousy shoots through your chest, ignoring that wildly observant gaze he’s had locked on you since you came into view.
“Well, how big is your dick?”
Suguru almost chokes on his own spit, not expecting such blunt words. “Oh?” He laughs, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
You’re relaxed as you face the others, watching Nanami’s forehead vein bulge while he grabs hold of Satoru’s collar. Haibara’s laughing and trying to calm him down, though Satoru looks content where he’s at.
“You could go ask Satoru.” Suguru smiles with utmost entertainment, close enough to your side that your arm is brushing his abdomen. He reaches to brush some hair behind your ear and then trails his fingertips down the edge of your ear briefly. “I’m sure he remembers, if you really wanna know, pretty girl.”
Suguru is fucking with you, you’re not stupid. But you think he’s likely doing it for shits and giggles, like he’s testing if you can handle some teasing or if you’ll actually get upset. He might actually be into you too, maybe seeing if you’d fuck him as well, and then he could confidently say he’s been with both you and Satoru.
You take a deep breath and take your eyes off of your friends to face his anticipation.
“Why would I do that when my new friend is so fun to talk to?” You use his own words, making Suguru’s soft smile grow.
“Besides, you know Satoru,” you lean towards him on the tips of your toes and he slouches to meet you halfway, waiting for you to speak into his ear. “His memory is all messed up. He can just never seem to remember not to cum inside me before we go out to a party with all of our friends.”
You can almost hear Suguru’s eyes flicker in surprise.
Suguru exhales slowly as you lean away. You watch him stand up straight as his tongue swipes against his lips. He adjusts his crotch area. “He does have a horrible memory, doesn’t he?”
He’s pleased with your response, clearly, as his eyes flick down to the in between of your legs where you have no doubt, he’s imagining the cum pooling in your panties.
You aren’t sure if you won that conversation or if it was even a competition in the first place. You gesture to the side. “I’ll see you later,” you say politely and he nods with a smile that’s anything but appropriate.
You make your way over to Satoru, Nanami, and Haibara and you can still feel Suguru’s eyes.
“Hey, baby.” Satoru notices your approach immediately, slithering his hand lightly onto your ass like it’s muscle memory.
“You guys mind if I steal him?” You ask a very fed-up Nanami and an energetic Haibara.
“No, we do not.” Nanami confirms deeply, adjusting his glasses with a permanent glare.
Haibara swings his arm to rest on Nanami’s shoulder and gives you a thumbs up. “Go for it!”
You’re already yanking Satoru’s wrist to follow you as you walk. He should be stumbling over those long legs since you’re moving so fast but he’s still keeping up.
“Where are we going?” Genuine curiosity laced with that natural playful air of his.
You don’t answer as you lead the two of you through sweaty, drunk people.
He dramatically puts on a show of stumbling to a stop when you let go of his wrist in some empty hallway upstairs. “Jeez, what’s—”
He ‘hmph’s when you suddenly push him up against the wall— more like when he allowed you to— and you start fumbling with his belt.
“Why do you wear these stupid belts? They’re made out of fucking steel.”
“What’d he say, baby?” His eyes are on your concentrated face while your frantic hands are at work.
You already know who he’s talking about. “He didn’t say anything.” You unlock his belt.
He tilts his head down to eye you better while he tilts your face up. “He bother you again?”
You exhale, looking up into his beautiful eyes and blindly unzipping his pants. “Honestly, I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or fight me.”
Satoru huffs at your words as you focus back onto his crotch, popping his button open to reveal his pink heart littered boxers. He’s not surprised Suguru is toying with you.
“This is just how he is, he can probably tell he’s getting a reaction out of you.” He caresses the side of your face sweetly as you shove your hand into his boxers. “Want me to do something?”
You shake your head in brief denial as you pull his cock out.
“Want to fuck,” you mumble with most of your focus on jerking his dick to full mast while you maneuver your leg up so your knee and calf is pressing into the wall beside his hip.
“Right here?” he coos with amusement, though he’s actually not even slightly worried getting caught. His large palm aids in holding your leg up without you having to ask. “Didn’t I just fill this hole up? She’s gonna get overwhelmed, baby.”
You give him a scornful pout, pausing. “You don’t want to be inside me?”
He can immediately tell what you’re worried about. You just spoke to Suguru, who has a dick that used to be used on him, and Satoru knows the idea of not having a dick now bothers you. It’s ridiculous, really, but he knows it’s coming from a place of yearning to please him so he leans into you.
“Fuck to the yes I do. If I ever say no to that, shoot me in the head. You hear me?” When your expression gives into a hint of acceptance, he licks the side of your face like a cat and then kisses it. “Gimme that pussy baby,” he mumbles into your skin in a purposefully demanding, playful tone.
The second those words leave his lips, your movements grow desperate and fast again.
You yank your panties to the side and all but shove him into your creamy pussy. He wasn’t even sure this position was possible, it can’t be comfortable for you; not to mention, no foreplay, but you seem to be more than okay with it. His sweet girl is on a mission and he’s more than happy to be collateral.
He groans, head falling back onto the wall with a ‘thunk.’ “Oh man. You’re so slimy.” His previous load surrounds his throbbing cock, your walls are just drenched in it.
You’re breathing sharply as your head spins in your own little world, drunk on the odd interaction with Suguru and your jealous desire to be everything Satoru needs. You somehow start humping his cock to the best of your ability in such a position while your legs shake.
“Fuck,” he groans at the squelch, softly meeting your sloppy thrusts halfway with his hips. His free hand grabs onto the back of your skull and lowers it down till the top of your heads are touching, forcing the both of you to watch your sloppy connection move in and out. “Look at thaaat.”
You whimper as your lips stick to his skin every time his cock fully mounts you and then breaks away with a string of slick and cum each time it withdraws.
“He said,” you pause to take choppy breaths, moving your head up to search for eye contact, “you remember how big his dick is.”
Satoru rolls his eyes but it quickly transforms into an eye roll of ultimate pleasure when your pace quickens with your growing jealousy.
“He— oh fuck— he’s just trying to,” his voice breaks into a moan, hips stuttering, “get under your skin, baby.”
“How big is it?” you persist passionately, slamming your hips down as hard as they can go, resisting your own muscles screaming at you to change positions.
Satoru sputters with parted lips and whited out eyes, hands spasming in utter euphoria that just won’t allow him the ability focus on your important questions.
“Fine,” you stutter, pausing to drop your forehead onto his shoulder to moan, “I’ll just find out for myself.”
Satoru’s eyes snap open. The next thing you know, he’s walking you backward while fucking you the entire way over until your back is slamming against the opposite wall. It’s an utterly awkward stumbling, hopping on one leg situation, but Satoru basically carries you the whole way anyways.
You gasp as your back collides with the wall, urgently grabbing onto his broad shoulders for balance. “Oh fuck! Satoru— wait—”
He shakes his head frantically, hips snapping into yours at an electric pace that’s making the picture frames on the wall desperately hold onto their hinges as they rock aggressively. “You want to ‘find out about his cock?’ Hm? And how are you gonna do that?”
You whine as he playfully and yet aggressively, spat the words into your open mouth, harshly recycling sharp breaths with you between words. “I’m not— I don’t know—”
“Yeah,” he breathes in a cocky tone, interrupting you. You squeal when he slams his entire body weight into a thrust, basically hammering you into the wall behind you, “You don’t know. Your sweet little pussy is not going any where near his cock. Do you understand me?”
You nod eagerly, drooling down your chin as he makes harsh, possessive love to you.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs into yours neck, nodding at your skin before slurping it into his mouth to suck on, meanly.
But then, you’re slipping, legs finally giving out, and Satoru is letting you— in fact he’s going down with you. He just can’t afford to slip out of your cunt, so his one track mind just fucks you all the way down until you’re in deep missionary on the cold, hard floor. You hiss and your back arches at the discomfort of it.
“Don’t tell me to pull out,” he pleads, roughly, shoving your legs down to your chest so he can lean over you and get a deeper angle. “Please, I can’t stop.”
You shake your head and whimper loudly, grabbing onto his frantic hips with shaky hands, feeling his muscles contract and tremble. “Don’t stop, it’s okay— mmfh!— get yourself off.”
He groans loudly and shoves his tongue into your mouth while he takes hold of your skull, large palms encasing it possessively. “Ohh you want that, don’t you? Naughty girl. You know how much I love you and this pussy? I’m about to show you just how much.”
Your hand extends and slams down onto the floorboards, nails digging into the wood, creating marks as you cope with his heavy hips punching into your insides over and over and over. You’re starting to forget why you took his cock out in the first place.
He’s close, you can tell by the way his legs gradually spread out and how he drops a bit too much body weight onto you to get deeper, stretching out the muscles running along the back of your thighs, painfully.
“Ah-ah-ah— shit! Gonna fucking breed all of my load— love into you.”
And then he’s doing just that, chopped up exhales fanning directly into your mouth that sound like an old man finally feeling the relief of taking a piss in the middle of the night. He slobbers all over your face as he cums, smearing his drooling lips against your skin deliberately and you just lay there, whining and basking in it, cunt twisting around the pulsing, invading shaft.
Satoru groans loudly into your ear as he comes down, grinding his hips into yours like he’s churning butter for good measure, making you gasp and groan out a sound full of submissive coping.
“You didn’t cum,” he voices in a relaxed slur, moving up on his forearms beside your head so he can look at your face. You shake your head and bring your hands up to caress his cheeks.
“People might come,” you say shyly, glancing up to look at the exit of the upside down hallway behind you.
“Ha!” he shouts dramatically right into your face, “that’s funny, really. Like I’d fuck your gushy pussy and then just leave you all needy and horny.”
He suddenly pops his cock out of your sensitive, crying, stuffed-full cunt and you both hiss. He quickly crawls his way down to shove his face between your legs.
You jut your chin down to your chest shyly and he shakes his head with an amused chuckle, breath fanning your throbbing clit.
“No way you’re getting all shy now. If someone walks by, it’s on you my little exhibitionist.” Before you can respond, he’s opening his mouth wide with his wide tongue stuck out and obnoxiously encases your pussy within it. He’s not afraid to look ‘ugly’ to give you the stimulation needed to blow your mind.
Your fingers curl into his soft white hair and you moan pathetically as he sloppily makes out with your leaky, nicely bred, sore core. You might be hallucinating, but was that footsteps?
You anxiously glance back at the exit. “B-Baby— I think someone’s coming. Maybe we— ngh!— should go to a room or something.” You tap his head anxiously.
“Yeah, someone is cumming,” he murmurs quickly into your cunt, “you.”
You groan and yank his hair, knowing you’re unable to successfully pull him off even if you wanted to. Satoru has always been firm on the idea: you don’t interrupt a man eating a nice, warm meal. You just don’t.
It’s not long before an orgasm approaches, I mean, obviously. He’s focusing beautifully on the edges of your clit where he knows it’s not too sensitive and actually allows ecstasy to form. Let’s not forget, the adrenaline and pressure to ‘hurry up’ and get an orgasm in before the time is up and someone catches you only hurdles you closer.
Satoru purrs aloud as he eats, always has. It sounds like a cat that’s biting ridiculously large mouthfuls of their food possessively while they warn potential predators around that this is theirs and only theirs. It’s ridiculous and it makes your toes curl and your legs shake.
“I’m so close, don’t— don’t stop.” Your plea makes Satoru’s brows twitch in satisfaction as he works your clit, hands kneading your soft inner thighs.
You nervously glance back at the exit to the hallway and let out a blood curdling gasp when you see none other than Suguru Geto leaning against the wall, watching the scene like it’s some television show as he sips his drink. You’re about to scramble, snap your legs together, and hide yourself, shout, do something, because the delicious idea of getting caught is never as alluring as the brutal reality— but then, Satoru worms two fingers inside to assault your g-spot way past speed limit without changing a thing about the pace he’s licking your clit at, and you just fucking burst with a pathetically drawn out, choppy moan. Your eyes roll and your back arches completely off of the hard floor, it feels as though you had no choice but to fall off the steep cliff and that only makes it more intense.
Oh, bless your heart. Suguru huffs an airy laugh as you spasm, ignoring the incessant throb in his painfully hard cock.
As you finally come down, you blink your bleary eyes at the exit, focusing on it until you can see clearly. You lazily smack at Satoru’s head. “Satoru— get off— someone is—”
Your vision clears and Suguru’s not there anymore, no where to be seen. Satoru lifts his head and licks his lips obnoxiously, climbing up over you and looking over at the area you’re focused on. He laughs and leans in to the side of your face. “I made you cum so hard you’re seeing shit.”
“Wha—What? No, he was— he was right there.” Your brows knit, eyes locked on the exit as Satoru hums noncommittally and peppers kisses onto your neck.
Later, re-joining the party after you cleaned up (Satoru licked your panties and then slid them onto your sore pussy with a pat and a direct order to ‘hold in all of his babies’), you can’t help but steal peeks at Suguru who’s acting completely normal. Satoru’s ego is too large to entertain your claim because apparently his ‘magical tongue’ isn’t called magical for nothing and you fear it would actually crush his big heart if you persisted that it wasn’t actually the orgasm he gave you that made you see Suguru.
Satoru scoops his arms around your body, holding you close. “You okay?”
You nod and exhale deeply, letting your arms wrap loosely around his neck. “I’m okay.”
“You’re not still worried that I want dick in my ass, are you?”
You can’t help but laugh, making Satoru smile, having accomplished his mission to put some warmth on your distant face.
You give him a nice, sweet peck. “No, I can still feel your ‘love’ dripping out of me.” You nuzzle his nose with yours and he chuckles, squeezing your ass affectionately.
“Good. If I knew keeping you stuffed would stop you from pouting, I woulda set up a breeding schedule way sooner,” he hums.
“Hush,” you laugh, shaking your head.
He glances to the side where Suguru is chatting with Nanami, “And anyways, if he actually saw us like you said, he’d be all over you right now, teasing you and getting under your skin.. under your panties too. Trust me, I know him.”
You sigh and nod softly. “Right, yeah. I’m probably just tired, paranoid, I don’t know. Talking to him earlier got me all— bleh.”
He hums an affirmation and softly, adoringly pats at your ass. “I know just the thing. I’m gonna get us something to drink.”
You nod and he skips his way over to the cooler, not missing the chance to flick Nanami’s head and act as though it wasn’t him that did it as he interrogates him.
You huff and shake your head at the sight of your silly boyfriend.
“I hope there’s not anymore trouble in paradise?”
Suguru’s soft voice, much closer than you could have expected, makes you jump and gasp, slapping a hand onto your heart as you face him. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”
He chuckles and rocks back on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets. He leans towards you on the way back to balance on his soles, in that alluring way he seems to do with women— or just you. “Ah— my fault, I didn’t peg you for the jumpy type.”
You exhale deeply as you catch your breath. “I’m usually not.”
He hums with a smile and you clear your throat, looking back towards Satoru as Suguru stands beside you.
“You come over here to chat about your dick size again?”
Suguru snickers with the upmost amusement before exhaling deeply on his last chuckle.
“No, no.” He leans down to your ear and brushes a few fingers down your spine, making you stiffen up, “I wanted to tell you that you might wanna change your pretty little dress.”
You blink, brows furrowing and focus waning from your boyfriend over to his presence engulfing you. “Uh— why?”
The warm hand that isn’t on your lower back reaches down and slides up your inner thigh, making you gasp. A smile crawls on his face and you can hear it as he purrs into your ear.
He holds a few sticky, cum webbed fingers in front of your face. “You’re leaking.”
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Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, trying to dom him but failing, powerpIay, manhandIing, chokíng, spítting, matíng presses, true form Sukuna, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, they’re big, tummy buIges, headIocks, running from it, rough s, p talking, p sIapping, GOJO’S POWERS, they go FÉRAL, dùmbifícation, creampíes, marathons, overstím, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Had a dream about Toji and woke up thinking I was pregnant-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - TYPA
Seriously.” Toji rolls his hazed eyes, and gives your swollen core a good, solid spank in punishment. “If you’re gonna milk me dry, then do it properly, mama.”
And you’re bawling, sliding your hips back into his in slamming ministrations. “I am—” You don’t know what possessed you to make you think that you could take over right now - mind too addled with each of his rovering thrusts. And you don’t know what possessed Toji to help you find out.
“You hafta make me sh-shake, mama.” Though you were the one trembling, slick drool coating your tongue with each of his hard semi-ruts. “Hafta make me hypnotized- mmm, make me beg for it-”
“Shut up-”
“Oho?” Little did you know that that was exactly what would make the plump, pretty pink crown of his shaft twitch all the way deeply inside you. “N-not bad…” Toji smirks, and his palm swats your folds once more. “-but I need more.”
Oh- more, more, more.
He was going to be the death of you; because even though you were the one ridin’ away, Toji’s roughened hands were glued onto the sides of your hips.
Big, beefy biceps flexing after each grope of your flesh, he drags your swervin’ body down with a rude slam! Hard enough that the glossed mess between your legs was staining his dark happy trail, hard enough that you swear you feel his vein-covered inches throb all the way near the back of your throat.
You can feel his weepy orifice rub-rub-rub on your spongy cervix, sensually. “Who’re you telling to shut up, doll, hmm–?” Your boyfriend gazes up at you through long lashes, “Because it sure isn’t me- is it?”
“What if it is?” You have to chew on the insides of your cheek to keep from breaking out in sultry whines.
His raven brows slightly raise in carnal desire, puncturing out a particularly hard slide down your walls. “Mmm, good. But choke me out with your ngh- pussy while you say it.”
“Wh-what?”
And you instinctually do - but Toji’s swollen just so damn big that it was a challenge for your tight channel to even squeeze. To gush ‘round his mazing girth, it’s barely even making his bucking cadence falter, barely even making him slow down.
“Shit-” You’re seeing stars explode behind your eyes as he’s shifting ever-so-slightly underneath you to press his flared slit against your g-spot. Were you supposed to be the one in control again? Because every scrapin’ stretch of his fat cock only made you feel anything but. “Shit shit shit- like that-”
“Nuh uh, mama. You do it like that.” It was just so cute to watch the way your spit-glittered bottom lip jut out at his words.
And Toji merely has to rest his toned hips for a single split-second before you’re clawing at his pecs with a whine. It just wasn’t enough for you. Greedily, you’re using his broad chest as a perch once you throw your head back and pap! your treacly cunt down.
Long, sloppy bounces that makes the Toji Fushiguro shake his unruly bangs in an attempt to clear his head. “Yeah- yeah, harder.” There’s a resounding hiss when he’s slipping his hand down to spank your pussy yet again. Making your screaming hamstrings lurch- “Faster- c’mon ch-choke me with that pussy, what’d I say?”
“Thought I told you to hah- shut up.” You stubbornly huff n’ puff, words slurring after each probing prod of his long length.
“Mmm, make me.”
You scoff, faintly- because what Toji didn’t know was that you had one last trick up your sleeve. One last thing that you knew would ruin him.
In a split-second you’re pushing down on his clammy chest, hips perking up just a few centimeters. Toji’s globed mushroom tip chases the soft feeling of your cunt as you’re leaning your weight back to rock your hips. To spell.
And Toji’s scarred lips gape once he realizes- “Y-you’re…” Letting off such a deep guttural groan, those jade irises of his are nearly a blur as they follow each letter: T-O-J-I—“Spelling- ngh, oh, d’you want me to spell it out?”
Again and again—T-O-J-I
The overworked bedcoils creak as he pushes himself onto two strong elbows, craning his head up. Such a loving coo seeps into his gasps, his heaves, “Toji. Toji. S’that what you’re trying to say, mama? My name?”
“Y-yes!” At this point, your throat’s raw with primal trills.
And you’re so wet that a few beads of slick splatter when Toji swats your webbed slit once more, letting the syrupy ooze all down his slip. He wastes no time trekking it up to his mouth and licking it clean, snickering as you stumble. “Heh-” He notices your mouth dangle open as you misstep on the starting T-O spelling. “Jeeze, doll, you should know how to oh- spell my name. It’s T–” Manhandling you, roughly in his grasp like he wanted. “Then O, then J, I–”
“I-I already know- mmpf!” Another mean spank, and another disruption in your tempo.
“Mhm, what happened?” Just so big, Toji’s fat, pulsating length was spearing your walls until your entire body shakes. And that meant you were losing rhythm with only a few more drags down your velvety walls, feeling him teasingly tickle each nook n’ cranny. “Wanted to fuck- milk me dry- so what’s happenin’? Take it, girl.”
Before he can stop himself, he’s latching his palms to the sides of your waist so you can’t escape and rutting. Wild. Animalistic.
Again and again Toji easily drives into you like a madman until you’re seeing white—“Toji- n-ngh, Toji, I don’t think m’gonna last-”
“Hehhh? Weren’t you supposed to be the one making me cream?” Yet, soon enough your pout replaces with an irresistible whine of his name and he finds his heart racing. “Well, whatever, doll.”
Suddenly, your ears pop with the dull thud of his fattened crown gluing to your g-spot- “Cum f’me then.”
It’s crashing into you before you can control - long, sudden, and hard.
A wave of bliss takes over your entire body until you can do nothing but sprawl through the middle of his muscular front and take it. Thrust after pressurized thrust that’s pounding you through you high- Toji doesn’t wait, he doesn’t even hesitate before dragging you through each peak.
Watching your tears well up behind your eyes because it just felt so good.
You’re curling your hands into the curls at the back of his head, shakin after every single zap of electricity darting down your spine. Filling you up until you can feel each throb against your sweetest spots- “Toji I- oh, fuck!”
Your breath catches in your throat, eyes bulging open- because your boyfriend then easily, rapidly flips you over onto your back. Head cushioned by the pillows, he’s throwing your two quivering legs over his sculptured shoulders, letting them stretch down, down, down.
Into a mating press.
“My turn now, mama.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Use me.”
And you can only shrill out in response, the plump inches of Nanami’s tip swabbing your insides. In such a mean full nelson, he’s leaving your squirmin’ and shaking without even trying.
Cooing, “You wanted to take control, right, darlin’?” And he’d give into any of your whims, anything that his pretty lil’ wife says. So when you claimed you wanted to take a chance with control tonight…well. “So use me.”
Creamy pre splatters down your walls and creates a cute lil’ ring that he’s smearing out with his thumb. Dipping the saccharine syrup between your trembling lips, “Faster-” You’re keening, head thrown back. “Faster, Ken—!”
Your husband chuckles, gusting breath humid against your ear- “My love, is that what you- hah- want?”
He was just so sexy like this, the front of his pecs all slick with sweat and your cockdrunken saliva - you’re being carried up n’ down with each of his pants. Head lolling around after each of his rovering shovels, his girth fills you up until you’re shaking
Until your mouth moves before your fuzzy mind- “Yes- oh, Ken.” You arch your back into the perfect curvature to buck your hips down in matching cadence, rut after tiny rut. “Just like that- right there-”
“Mhmmm— tell me exactly how you want it.” His long nose bridge lines down the side of your throat, tuggin’ you deeper into his sloppy full nelson and it makes you gasp. Rubbing the prominent veins of his shaft even deeper, “M’all- ngh, all yours, y’know?”
“Yeah- please-”
“All yours.” Repeating. Echoing. The constant slamming of your hips was driving him mad, and a slow line of drool trickles from the side of his maw, puddling by the edge of your right shoulder.
A soft grunt leaves Nanami after each of his thrusts, “Use me.” He’s hissing, blond brows furrowing once his globular mushroom tip is reaching straight for the target of your g-spot. Feeling the way your velvety channel clenches- “Use me.”
“Fuh-faster—” You pull on the strands of his blond hair. “Want you in me even hngh- deeper, Ken.”
“Faster?” There’s something darkly raspy in his tone - and it’s enough to make you swivel your loopy head ‘round and gaze at him. Catching the way that Nanami’s molten pupils dilate, the way that his nostrils flare, mouth parting. “As you wish, ma’am.”
And before you can even register it, he’s pulling out till the ring of your entrance stretches on his fat, probing tip. Teasing the drivelling orifice of your pussy, Nanami bullies his throbbing girth in so fast that it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
With a great, shuddering thud.
So rough n’ lewd that it makes you flail your limbs wildly.
“Hah- hah, stay, darling. Want it harder, too?” He’s growling out near the shell of your earlobe- and before you can even think of answering, your husband’s acting on his little promise.
Sharply bouncing his hips off the mattress in long, aching jackhammers - he’s fucking up into you like he hated you. Though, he kept on kissin’ the side of your temple, groaning at the beads of perspiration and tears running down your face. “See- see. Anything for you, my wife. Anything. Love bein’ milked by this, mm, pretty pussy.”
Your breath catches at his words, “Kento–!” Struggling to move even a single inch within his hold, you had no idea whether it was him or you that was the more gone of the two. That was more in control.
You almost feel him crack a smile, “What’s that?” Spreading your legs, it makes the oversaturated folds of your pussy smear even more open with a sluuuurp. “I thought you wanted me to hck! breed this cute cunt, my love.” He tucks his chin into the crook of your neck, keeping your body from jostling restlessly. “I’m letting you have hah- allll the control, see?”
But it still felt like he was overpowering you with his constant bash-bash-bash into your throbbing bundle of nerves. At this point, you were sure he’d bruised a perfect circular shape the size of his circumference.
And you throw your head back with a gurgle and try to lurch.
“I said stay-” One of his hands roam from the underside of your thighs to stick to the top of your scalp, pushing you down. Nanami was just so strong that he was manhandling you easily to his every whim, “Can’t tell me what to- hah, do if you’re trying to escape.”
You scratch your nails up at his bulging deltoids, sobs wrecking your voicebox. “B-but-”
“Ah ah, come on, my love.”
And he was firm in his tone.
In one, fluid motion he was reaching for something from the top of your bedside drawer- and only when Nanami’s coiling that yellow, silken fabric around your wrists do you realize. His tie. He was wrapping you up like his very own gift, pinning your hands together so he can move you like a ragdoll.
“No running.”
Gasping, “O-oh.”
“How about…” He drawls, near the tip of your ear. “I teach you how to be really in- hah- control, darling?” Tempting, tantalizing, he’s stirrin’ up his fat, pulsating cock into your cunt. Poking each tender divot that you never even knew existed. “Y’know for…educational purposes.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Try-hard?!
“Seriously, gorgeous?” And Geto couldn’t have sounded more smug even if he tried.
You stubbornly huff over your shoulder, the past irritation from your argument still brewing. “What?”
Swatting your trembling thighs open, he’s upright between and slapping down the flared ridge of his cockhead from behind. Squeezing in just the tip, he watches as your cute lil’ slit drools all down his rock-hard length, “If you wanna dom someone, you gotta…” And before you can say a word, your boyfriend has your dominant hand in his. Veering up, up, up to wrap ‘round his throat, Geto grins—“-really dom them.”
And he wasn’t joking.
Geto Suguru was leaving his neck at your complete mercy, and making sure that you squeeze it hard enough to halve his airflow.
Blushing, it’s enough to make his perky mushroom tip slip between your first ring of muscle and gasp- “Buuuut, of course-” A sensual dimple indents his grin, “-your pretty lil’ self won’t know the first thing about- oh!”
It happens in all of two seconds - you have your hips arched up to take in a few more of his reddened, swollen inches, and you have your fingerpads tightening. They dig neat crescents into the side of his airway, “What was- mm, that, Sugu—?”
He’s spitting once you start batting your lashes - oh-so-mockingly.
Slimily scouring the innards of your cunt- oh, if you wanted more, then you were going to get it. Geto swerves his prolonged cock until his lush tip slapped each hidden crevice, poking n’ prodding every orifice until you whine. Again and again. “Wh-what was- ngh- that, Sugu—?” Geto snickers out, teasingly echoing after your lecherous noises. “If you’re so in control- hah- fucking show me, then.”
And as if to prove his point, those rosy lips of his purse with the aim of spitting straight down your drivelling slit. Watching as the beaded glob slips only adds to the mess of slick and lets off such a squelch. He groans, “Show me that this p-pretty fuckin’ pussy isn’t just talk.”
“Y-you- wish-” But it’s weakly dying out from your throat the very second that Geto’s pulling back to let his cockhead harshly thwack into your cervix.
“And oh, does she talk a lot-” Because even though you could bite down on the gummy insides of your cheeks to hold back your moans, your drippin’ wet pussy was just so loud. “-she’s even more honest than you, gorgeous.”
He was so big that your dewy walls were having trouble clenching, so long that even the tiniest rut made him reach for the target of your womb. Geto’s puffy veins zig-zag down your snug channel and make your cunt gurgle out such saturated noises.
“I know I know, girl.” He’s rolling his eyes- and only one, two, three more precise jackhammers later do you realize that he’s not even talking to you.
Instead, planting another dollop of spit onto your cunt - so that it’s even wetter, enough to talk back to him. Cooing sympathetically, “But she wants to- haaah, prove a point, you see. Gonna hafta put up with it juuust a lil’ longer.” One of his fat thumbs reach over to press down on your clit, and you feel a part of your brain shatter. “Sorry about that, girl.”
Your eyes snap open - the audacity.
Because an argument over who was more in control is exactly what resulted in you stumbling onto all fours in the first place. And Geto hadn’t even thought of apologizing.
But here he was - drawing delirious little hearts on the pulsing nub of your clit, watching as it swells up even bigger with each ministration.
You swear you feel yourself getting a little delirious over that, too.
You can’t help but push back onto the toned lines of his pelvis with a pap! The cheeks of your ass tickle his dark happy trail, backs of your thighs pressing up against his Herculean ones. “Didn’t apologize to me, Sugu-”
“Fuck-” He whispers underneath his breath, “Fuck.” And the very moment that you’re sloppily dragging your hips back- he finds himself clawing onto the sides of your waist.
He finds himself rutting right back into you with a grunt- “Th-that’s all you got?” And thank fuck that the sides of his aching hot cock had bloated up even further, because it’s enough to make your mind all lewdly stupid. Unable to catch the quiet whimper in his voice. Geto wastes no time spitting down your slit once more, “Embarrassinggg– try a lil’ harder, gorgeous, c’mon.”
He’s ravenous - clawing onto the globes of your ass to drag you into him, hunching his body forwards so that you’re getting wetter after each flex and pulse of his toned core.
You fist your hands into the damp sheets, “I-I’m trying.” Even that gives barely enough leverage for you to match the constant repeated pumps of his cock.
And Geto doesn’t even think to falter. Instead, he warms your cervix with a line of precum that he smears all ‘round, “C’mon- c’mon.” He’s watching through hooded eyes at the way your pretty pussylips were gobbling up every clumped ounce being poured out. “She’s being too ngh- sweet one me.”
“C-can’t help it-”
Through the tears in your eyes, you can make out the way your rude boyfriend breaks out in a priggish grin, “Hmm, I can.”
And it all happens before you can even register it- Geto has his hand cradling your own throat, firmly. Barely even breaking a sweat when he bodily hauls you back into him like a ragdoll.
Hips against hips, his tip against your cervix.
It’s a change of angle which leaves Geto’s length bullying in so deep that it feels like he’s permanently lodged there. Clogging up your throat- “S-Suguru that’s- hck! unfair.”
“Whatever, gorgeous.” Those amethyst eyes of his roll- though, they impatiently latch back onto your clingy pussy. “Though, she already fuuuck- knows…”
You struggle against his hold to absolutely no avail, only bearing thrust after thrust. Rude and impatient. Geto slows down his thorough scouring only to finish off his sentence from before- “-that you’re gonna hafta hold on tight, s’gonna be a…bumpy ride.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - A Whole New World
“S-spit in my mouth, baby?”
Your pretty boyfriend scorches bright red at the words leaving his mouth, almost as if he couldn’t believe them - but still didn’t want to retract them.
And as your mouth hovers over to stain his tastebuds with a wad of your spittle, Choso finds himself groaning. “Harder.” This time, he’s bucking his hips wildly from underneath you. Spearing your sloppy cadence with long, thorough thrusts of his swollen cock. “Faster.”
“So bossy.” You gasp, and you swear his bloated crown was scrape-scraping all the way near the back of your throat.
“Mhmmm—” Choso doesn’t even deny it- but oh, how could he? He was just so pussydrunk right now that he doesn’t even think he could breathe, doesn’t even think he could do anything but bore straight up at you as you ride him. Heavy cock fitted between your legs like he couldn’t let go- “Faster, baby. Faster-”
Before you know it, one of his clammy palms glue all the way to the back of your ass cheeks. With a firm grip on your flesh, he’s rapidly pushing you up, up, upwards.
And all the way back down.
It was such a harsh bounce- you’re being stretched on the sheer size of Choso’s cock. All the way from the ruby-red crown of his length to his veiny base.
Such a raw, primal feeling that makes you moan, “Oh my- ngh, god.”
Your beloved boyfriend’s mouth falls cleanly open at the sound of your pretty voice cracking, “Oh.” Experimentally, almost tentatively, he’s manhandling your poor body to do the same thing all over again-
“F-fuck, Cho–!”
“Baby, are you okay?”
“Yeah-” You can barely even catch your breath after the rude, vicious slams that Choso was unwittingly planting on your treacly pussy. And you swear that you’re seeing stars the very moment he’s repeating that motion- holding you up as if it was nothing for his beefy arms.
Then letting you cascade in a sloppy drag again. And again. And again. “Ngh, mmm, it just feels…so…”
“O-oh.” His plump, spit-slicked mouth parts at the realization. Eyes bulging, breaths panting, Choso looks down between your legs and finds that you’d gotten so wet that syrupy slick was dripping all down to his washboard abs. “You seriously like this, baby?”
Helplessly nodding your head- “Y-yes-”
“Really?” He breathes, handsome face craning up to yours. “Really really?”
“Yes-”
You’re being flipped over before you even know it- head thumping against the pillow, his tensed core pinning you down. Naturally - Choso doesn’t seem to even realize what he’s doing, brain too pussydrunk, thoughts too far gone - he throws your quivering legs over his shoulders and bends.
“A m-mating press?” You mutter, in disbelief- Choso’s absolute favorite pastime was to be ridden dry by you. So having his forehead pressing against yours, happy trail crushing your clit, weight leaning in heftily was absolutely making your mind spin.
“You- you seriously like when I fuck you all like- this?” Each word ended off with a solid, shuddered spank against your womb.
Digging in a circular bruise for just a few split-seconds, before he’s reeling his length back with a sloppy squelch. All ready to spearhead the entirety of your cunt all over again, and again, and again. “Like when I fuck- fuck! into your pretty pussy like thiiiis—?” And then he’s dragging out an extended slide down your cervix, making your toes curl. Choso gingerly smiles at the way your heels flap on his shoulder muscles, “When m’all in- hah- control?”
“Yes—” Something at the back of your throat feels primally hoarse, “Yes yes yes yes, Choso-”
His eyes gawk, “Ohhh, baby, I didn’t know you could even sound like that.” Guiding up one of his hands, he hooks a thumb between your maw to make your voice sing out even louder. “Fuck-” Pressing his thumb inside- “Fuck, m’not being too rough, am I?”
You shake your head- or, at least, Choso thinks you shake your head.
It could simply be the way his burrowing thrusts were leaving your head wobbling like a bobblehead. Every gash of his upright length leaving your velvety walls rubbed raw.
Harder, more feral than you’ve ever known him.
The half-curse feels your nails scratch cutely down his back muscles, and it makes him lurch his head towards yours with a groan. “Spit in my mouth-” Registering the words only after they’ve slipped out of his mouth, he then gasps. “N-no wait- I should be the one spitting in ngh- your mouth, riiiight, baby–?”
Before you can answer, the thumb probin’ inside the cavern of your mouth dips low. Tugging on your jaw just so that it can spread wiiide open into the perfect ‘oh.’
THWACK–! You’re nearly wincing at the utter noise of his knot of spit splashing onto your tongue, slipping straight down your throat. You blink your bleary eyes up at him and notice that Choso looks even more hypnotized than you.
Like he was barely even breathing, barely even thinking as he lifts back ever-so-slightly to splosh yet another wad of spit onto your pussy.
And it’s enough to make you see white. To make your chest heave in surprise- he’s never acted like this before. “Choso, ngh-”
“Oh, baby-” Through his long lashes, he peers down at the gooey liquid slips between your swollen folds. “-d’you think my blood- ngh- manipulation applies to…” And promptly smears down the glittery wetness, “-other substances, too?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - La-two-two
The King’s hands were large - monstrous, in fact. Tracing his long, blackened nails further and further down your quivering body, Sukuna feels for those two thick outlines on the front of your stomach and pushes-
“Cheh-” Sukuna clicks his long tongue, the flats of his palm putting pressure on those tummy bulges he was fucking into you easily. Without even trying. “You think you’re gonna- hah- dom me with your cute cunt strugglin’ to even take both of these, brat?”
“I-I can-” Even though you’re just barely managing to sputter out the very syllables, feeling his rovering tips swab into your very larynx.
You were riding him by now, and each n’ every inch he was filling your slick-flooded orifice with felt heavenly. It was almost too much. “Mhm? Yer reeeeal fuckin’ ambitious.” Almost like you didn’t know whether to pull away or buck back down for more, more, more.
Hands throwing ‘round his bulky shoulders, you arch your body into his with slow, swivelling half-thrusts. Agonizingly, you’re just barely letting the rock-hard crowns of his tips enter through your slit, “Oh y-yeah? Don’t tell me you’re scared, Kuna?”
“M’not fucking- scared-” Hissing, and you swear the very tips of his ears were burning crimson. “I just wish you’d take it a lil’ faster instead of that pathetic human speed-”
“Ah ah-” And before he can get out another word, your hands are pushing him down by his pecs. Listening to Sukuna’s racing heartbeat as you’re shoving him to the mattress and stalling the rude pivot of his hips.
It’s not enough to have him pummelling in n’ out like you knew he wanted to right now. Juuust enough to make the creamy circumferences of his cockheads kiss your sweet cervix, a sweet syrupy slide up and down. You hum, “It’s my turn, remember our bet?”
“Fuck the bet-”
“Then I get to be ruler of the curses-” You’re smirking, still basking in the genius of this lil’ challenge. Some stupid wager that if you can stay in control, then all Sukuna’s cursed subjects will have a new leader.
And it’s the very notion that makes his crimson eyes widen, goosebumps trailing across his tattooed body now that you had him sprawled out on his own aged bed.
Riding him like you was maddened.
Plap-plap-plap your ass was swatting his pelvis in repeating, sloppy movements. Each lecherous drag of your walls massaging Sukuna’s thumping veins until he was holding back a keen. “Fuck- fuck- aw, c’mon, mama.” One of his palms attempts to latch onto your thighs and make you jerk up at his own pace. “Then you better go faster.”
You huff stubbornly, “I’ll go faster when I- mmpf-”
Immediately your maw glues shut by an onslaught of saliva, your eyes roll to the back of your head until you’re seeing raw white. Because Sukuna has his feet planted onto the mattress, pumping all his long, solid inches inside your cunt with a wild buck-
“Sukuna—!”
“Whaaat?” He grins at the cute rage on your face, you were about as threatening to him as you were irritating - absolutely not at all. Not that he’d ever admit it.
Instead, what Sukuna does is simply torture your dewy wet walls with the bumpin’ of his knees. He leans back sexily and watches your jaw drop further with each unsteady push. “M’not doing anything.” Panting through the gaps of his canines, his pinkish brows crinkle with each cute clench of your cushy walls. “Maybe m’just- hah- impatient.”
Lower lip jutting out, “You’re just so…”
“So what?” He grins. Fully knowing that it felt so good for you that you simply couldn’t say anything.
Only a few of his vein-covered strokes leave your walls already branded, leaving you bawling for more. Babbling out sweet, sweet sounds that hit his eardrums like his favorite song- “Please- hngh! please- Kuna-”
“Heh, wha’s the matter, brat?” He’s leering even closer, you’re just so gorgeous that the second mouth slashed across his stomach licks its lips. Starts to salivate. Starts to tickle your sheeny inner thighs with his curled muscle, “Like it when m’in control, huh?”
“Don’t flatter yourself-”
Cutting you off with a heavy few thrusts, the curved globe of his tips stick against your womb. “M’not flattering-” Just in time with the coiled tip of his tongue that starts to sink in past your pussylips- “m’fucking you like you- hah, deserve, mama.”
“Oh, K-Kuna–!” You’re mewling, feeling his tongue slither past that first ring of muscle at your cunt. Trying to bargain its way inside-
“Ah, stop yer whining, brat.” Languidly, one of Sukuna’s four beefy arms plaster over your drivelling mouth. As if to halt the constant flow of cockdrunken spit- but what he succeeds in instead is manifesting a third mouth on his palm.
Slotting between your own lips into a sinful, sinful kiss- “Keh?” The King of Curses himself looked slightly shocked, slightly abashed - all these thousands of years and he never knew he had a third cursed mouth? “Guess lettin’ you dom wasn’t too oh- bad then…”
And that meant having all three - Sukuna’s twin cocks bludgeoning your dripping wet cunt, his lavish taste buds flicking your clit - make you see stars. Making you swerve your greedy hips back until it felt like the matching presses of his cockhead were permanent fixtures on your cervix.
Again and again and again.
Until you’re muffling out a few jumbled words into his palm, “Please, ngh, Kuna- close- oh.”
“Close, huh?” A few more vicious strikes and Sukuna’s taking a look down at his slobbery second mouth. “Sooo fuckin’ thirsty-” As you bawl on in slight confusion, he leans over to lap a few salty tears, whispering. “-so you better squirt, mama. Or we’re doing this allll over again.”
One- two- three- Sukuna counts in his head, the precise number of strikes against your g-spot until you’re throwing your head back and cumming.
Crashing into your high, your body’s moving before your mind- because only after a few more bounces on his heated lengths do you recognize the splashing shine between your legs. The way your thighs just seemed to stick together with a syrupy glue- you were squirting.
Exactly as he’d wanted.
And exactly as Sukuna was darting his cursed tongue out to gulp up every single wadded ounce. You’re shivering at the rough texture of his taste buds, slipping up and down your sensitive slope.
Your toes curl, tears running on overdrive.
“Oh my god- oh-” Sharply trilling, you could barely even look at Sukuna with your lolling head. Entire body wracking with shivers at the peaks of your orgasm. “Cumming- m’cumming m’cumming, Kuna-”
“I already know.” He sighs gruffly, your spongy cervix was just bathed in a mess of both your slick and his pre. So you really can’t blame him for wafting a thumb down your stomach and pressing with his fat thumb, feeling for those lecherous tummy bulges once more.
His accurate fingerpad locates where the poor base of your pussy was bein’ bashed in- “Let’s make it twice.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - SUB CHALLENGE
“Fuck-” It was hushed, reverent. Your poor, delicate boyfriend’s just sinking the globe of his ruby-red tip inside before he’s utterly ruined. “F-fuck!”
He was burning hot.
He was slamming his clammy palm down onto the headboard above you to try and stop himself from rutting into your gooey goodness. Just the feeling of your pretty cunt makes a single teardrop cascade down his cheek, brows crinkling at that heavenly feeling of you tightening your legs ‘round his waist and clenching.
A soft groan escapes his mouth, “I c-could really fuck you stupid right now, pretty.” And as if to prove his point, Ino’s leaning his weight on top of yours to let his aching cock slide in with a squeeeelch–!
“Mmm, I’d like to see you try, baby.” You’re humming.
One of his sweat-slicked brows raise, “S’that a-a oh-” And Ino could barely even speak - could barely even continue his train of thought - as your velvety folds gobble him up. Shit, how was he even supposed to breathe with your cunt slurping ‘round him like this? “S’that a challenge, sweetness?”
“Hmm…” You pretend to be lost in faux-thought, all for him to repeatedly buck into your innards with a huff. You had complete control of him at this point. “Well, if you really want to try- oh!”
Before you can say anything, before you can even breathe, Ino has his hand squeezin’ at your cute airway and his cock shovelling all the way deep until the hilt. The curve of his ballsack strikes your slope, and his pretty pink tip is scouring right into the target of your cervix.
Ino has his every solid inch stretching out your hidden crevices and doesn’t even wait for you to get used to the struggle- “Oh- oh, fuck! Taku-”
“Are you oka-” He’s cutting himself off with a swift shake of his head, as if to jolt each pussydrunken syllable out of his mind. Before Ino plants his capped knees close upon either side of your hips and uses the leverage to rut- “I-I mean- you better…fucking take it.”
He blushes at the words leaving his mouth, unable to even believe it.
Pressing you into the soft mattress with his weight, pinning your waist down so that you couldn’t escape no matter how much you squirmed.
“Fuckin’ take- allll of it, pretty.” Ino’s grunting shakily, and you feel his probin’ cockhead glissade stripes of pre all the way across the bottom of your pussy.
“O-oh—” You’re cooing, throat tight with both moans and wads of saliva. He was so lengthy that your mouth just couldn’t stop watering at the pure carnal stretch, thrust after thrust that’s pushin’ your tightest nooks open. “It feels so good- ngh! Harder, baby.”
“Thought I was the one in charge now.” He’s drawling, with a stubborn poke against the door to your womb that leaves you speechless. And fuck, was Ino glad that your mind was fuzzy right now- otherwise you’d have noticed the way that he was speeding up.
The way he couldn’t stop his sloppy cock from reaching into your deepest, hottest depths. The way he hisses at the recoil of his curvaceous tip against your cervix solely because he couldn’t stand parting with your dewy wet pussy for even that.
You’re restlessly pushing back on his cadence- and he has to drag you down by your throat to pummel you with even more. Thrust upon thrust. “So you hafta take it- take it, ohh, all- hck! Sweetness…”
“Taku-”
“Please-” Hanging on by a fucking thread, he’s gripping at your throat to stop you from speaking. “Don’t say my name like that or- hngh.”
You didn’t know who was more drunken n’ gone at this point.
So good that he’s forced to spank his stray hand down on the wood of your headboard and gape as it shatters under his strength. “Fuck-” He’s echoing, words departing in a scorching gust of air. Just then Ino’s leaning over - bending you in half - till his pearly white canines find the tip of your ear, your knees meeting your tits. Gnawing down just to stop the whimpers from seeping into his tone- “-fuck! Nghhh, pretty.”
“Got something to- hah- to say, Taku?” You’re managing out- and just that teasing inkling in your question is enough to have him reel his hips back and slam them forwards. Thunderously.
Until the skin of his pelvis was battered bright red, and his thighs were slick with a sheen of your syrup.
Just like he promised, Ino’s rendering you stupid with a few more of his vicious strokes. Dilated pupils shaking, something crazed in his gaze as he’s locking it straight on your gawking expression. “Right here-” Panting, the soft curve of his finger traces straight up your tummy.
“Where?” You’re babbling, stupidly, chin hitting your chest as you look down to where he was drawing.
From the wettened slit of your cunt, up, up, up right where his bumpy cylindrical outline was mazing through your walls. “Right here-” Spotting the area of your bundle of nerves with a few specks of precum, “And right here, and-” Scraping his thick, vein-covered shaft even deeper into your cervix. “-here. D’you know what m’gonna do with you now?”
“Wh-what–?”
He holds you tight. And his hand lifts off the splintered headboard to cup your face, looking at you through tawny strands of his bangs. “M’gonna break you, pretty.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - The Strongest
“N-nghhh—” You’ve never ever heard Gojo’s voice come out so utterly hoarse- pitched octaves higher, breaking.
Though, it would make sense after so many hours - rounds upon rounds until the strongest himself was on the verge of breaking.
He’s practically crying as he guides a hand to the stinging, oversensitive base of his erection, pulling out from between your soppy pussylips with a squuuelch–! He’s hissing at the wadded clumps of cum that drip from your cunt like a fountain, “Oh- oh, baby, I think m’going mad-”
“Going mad?” You’re cooing from above, straddling your husband’s toned hips. You sift your hands through his clammy ivory locks, cunt fluttering at the way that already makes Gojo twitch.
“Yes-” He clasps on roughly to your wrist, “Sweetheart, I think m’going- hah-” Cutting himself off by sliding the bulbous crown of his tip between your folds.
Gojo’s letting just the first inch of his ruby-red curve sink inside your entrance, so thickly swollen that it fits inside with a saturated plop! And the very second that Gojo’s pushin’ himself inside your cunt, the very second he’s getting a taste of your velvety walls once more, a light in your penthouse bedroom shatters. He’s out of control.
He’s finishing off his sentence from sultry seconds prior, “-c-craaaazy.”
Not even waiting - not even caring if he’s just too big, and your cunt is just too tight still. Gojo surges his overworked hips up to thoroughly aim rut after rut- barely even bullying halfway, and yet he’s still fucking you like he’d already inside.
Scouring for the target of your throbbing g-spot-
“O-oh–!” You’re whining, mouth watering at the feeling of his wet mushroomy tip grazing your sweetest spots. And you’re looking up just in time to find that Gojo had his eyes bursting with flickers of pale blue lightning- Six Eyes on overdrive to locate your bruised g-spot.
He gnaws down on his bottom lip like he possibly couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your splotchy, soft walls. “Yeah- yeah. Fuck yeah.” Cursed energy pressurizing the air, you half-wondered whether he even knew it was leaking out of him right now.
“Fuck, Toru, is this what the- mmm, strongest is like?” You’re grinding your treacly cunt back down in a figure-eight that leaves him whimpering. Hazy blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, thighs twitching. “Didn’t know you’d be so cute, Toru—”
“I-I’m not…” He’s managing to spit out through the sloppy drags of your pussy, the way you were milking him maddeningly.
And all you have to do to prove your point is to roll your hips forwards and squeeze–
Some other light - this time out in the hallway - shatters, and you swear you see an unbolted couch inside move.
“Fuck- fuck-” Gojo’s throwing his head back, fighting back against the snug lil’ circle of your hole. You were just so tight that he’s thumbing apart your swollen folds, letting his raw size fill up spots you didn’t even know existed. Snarling, “Don’t underestimate the- oh, strongest, sweetheart. I’ve s-still got it.”
He just looks so cute like this - a scalding blush taking over his cheekbones, eyes all watery, lips wobbling just at the sound of your voice. “Mhmmm, sure. Prove it.”
And Gojo doesn’t react instantly.
Gojo simply looks at you with a slightly awed expression, as if his brain was still playing catch-up with his mind. Before his breath hitches, and he raises his right hand to snap-
“Wh-what did you-” You’re gasping, finding yourself thrown against something firm and perspired. You’re whirling your dazed peripherals upwards and looking up at none other than Gojo himself; all sprawled out, he’s clutching you to his chest in the meanest full nelson.
Jujutsu crackling where he’d just used his powers on you, fingertips trembling underneath your thighs.
His touch crackles with fizzy energy and you squirm- “Keep still.” There was something primal in the way he said it- something dark, something gone. Something that had him tugging your useless limbs further apart and drilling into you. “Keep still keep still keep- hck! Still-”
“O-oh my god, Satoru—” All but bawling at this point, he’s just so sloppy with his cadence.
Every thrust leaves the very back of your cervix scraped, and Gojo’s making sure that any ounce of space inside you is wadded up with all his thick precum. Making such a mess from all those rounds prior.
You claw down his beefy arms simply because you don’t know what to do. “Sh-shit, you’re going so fast- ngh, so deep-”
“Prove it?” The words that depart him are crackling with peels of laughter, almost crazed. “P-prove it? You don’t know what you’re asking for, my- ngh, girl.”
Thump after thump- Gojo’s bottoming out at the goopy end of your pussy and it still wasn’t enough for him. He’s letting his throbbing tip sit there for a few nanoseconds like he wanted to swab his way further, bruising in deep.
Grunting, “Have- n-noooo fucking idea.” Rapid, thorough thrusts that manage to render your mind blank. Through your cracked lids you notice that Gojo’s letting go of one of your thighs, and it leaves a cloud of steam.
Your heart races- even more so when he notices that thundering pulse of yours. Matching it precisely to the thump-thump-thump of his vulgar hips. Your husband mutters, “Do you know how- hah- how easily I can fuck you stupid, sweetheart?” And he slaps his v-line forwards until his skin sting red, faster. Harder.
Gojo’s bashin’ shaft stirs up your most tender bundles of nerves and you can help but trill, feeling the sparks start to accumulate in your stomach. One strong hand tugs on your limp leg. “How easily I could break you?”
Over and over.
He doesn’t care if you’re still fragile after your lil’ marathon, Gojo rubs his veiny length raw on your slick-glossed walls. Until they’re memorizing the feeling of him, “How easily I could make you…” As your taste buds start to flood with sappy saliva, you distantly note that Gojo seemed to be counting underneath his breath.
Mouthing out—one, two.
Before he slithers his right hand down to your clit- and right in time with a particularly hard jackhammer, Gojo swats his electric fingertips down on your sensitive nub.
“-cum.”
Right on time - that’s all it takes for you to be toppling over the edge.
Toes curling, your eyes flashing a hot white- you think your throat rips all raw at the constant moaning of his name. Again and again, he drips from his strawberry divot at the feeling of your tremors. “Toru- Toru Toru Toru- m’cumming.” Your nails claw red, red lines down his pale skin. “I can’t- ngh!”
It’s one of the hardest orgasms of your life. You’re putty in his arms, simply clinging onto his large frame. And you rightly think you’ve lost your senses for a few seconds, because you almost don’t hear him mutter- “Oho? I think I got my hngh- mojo back, sweetheart.”
“Mojo?” You squint up at him- the bedroom had lost all light by now, and the only source of it was the faint blue glow of Gojo’s irises. And the flickers of his cursed energy, warping down the front of your tummy.
He’s mapping out exactly where your womb is through his Six Eyes, rock-hard cock slimily slithering its way back to give a direct hit to his target. “Let’s go again, my wife.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - De-stress…
“Th-thank you for helping me relax, sugar.” Your husband’s gentle croon wafts out from behind you, followed by the filthy, loud squelch of your cunt sliding down his cock.
You’re whimpering, letting one of his roughened hands trace down the arch of your spine - reverse cowgirl, his favorite after a long day at the firm. And there’s a carnal grunt in his tone, “You’re so good at this, mmm.”
You turn around- facing Higuruma in all his dishevelled, flustered glory. His button-up was only half off, and the fabric of his tie still tickles your thighs. You smirk, “Buuut–?”
“What do you mean, angel?” His dark brows furrow, a slight bead of sweat slipping between them after a particularly heavenly grind of your hips.
“Tell me. Finish your hah- sentence, Hiromi.”
Oh, you knew him too well.
And that in and of itself is enough to make his reddened, weeping tip flinch inside of you. Wetly sliding up the most sensitive spots of your walls, “Well…” He trails off, thrusts pummelling just a little harder than before. Just a little rougher. “My apologies, sugar, but I don’t think I really need to hah- relax right now.”
You’re blinking back in slight confusion, “Then what, Hiromi?”
“I think I need- need to-” And he’s losing his train of thought, he’s barely even thinking as he lurches himself off of the soft mattress. Not even pulling out.
You’re oh-so-easily manhandled underneath him, and all Higuruma has to do is grasp both sides of your hips and draaaaag you down to meet his toned pelvis. One large hand slips under your body to cup your teary cunt, pulling you up onto all fours with just one hand - he had you in doggy position. Rasping, “Right now I just need to- fuck- it- out-”
He’s puncturing each word with probe after probe into your tender nooks- until one sultry bash against your g-spot makes you cry out.
And Higuruma has to physically stop himself, he has to bite down on his knuckles to snap some sense into him. First leaning over your trembling body, he kisses a line down your arched spine. Whispering into your ear, “Ready to take it?”
Mewling, the only thing you can do is nod.
And it’s enough for him to gulp at, “Then…” Before the front of his strong, beefy forearm ends up looped ‘round your throat, putting you in a goddamn headlock. “-hold on tight, sugar.”
It’s a rush- suddenly your back’s bent into the perfect semi-circle, practically in midair. Blood thumps to your crowned scalp in sync with Higuruma’s thrashing cockhead.
Pryin’ apart your sticky walls like a searchlight, he’s rovering through them like a maze - and the target of your g-spot was where the prize was. Where he was slouching his lower half to press n’ press against as if it was some cute button. Higuruma’s rubbin’ your poor nerves raw and you shrill—“Oh- oh my god- hck! I thought I was the one supposed to help you ah- relax-”
“Just let me take care of it—” Your husband drawls into your ear, and the more he’s bruising your gooey innards, the more he needs to watch you melt around him. “Heh, all you have to do is t-take it.”
“Take it-”
Another whack- Higuruma’s accidentally slipping his ruby-red tip against your cervix and it feels mean. “Yes- yes.” You’re instinctually clamping around him, and oh- how he loves fighting against your clingy walls to thrust back. To rut. To ruin you. “No need to do anything, angel. Just take it- take it all.”
Again and again.
It’s almost like a game for him - to prick his globular tip into every spot inside you and figure out which ones make you shake the most. Particularly hard, Higuruma swats the veiny underside of his shaft between your pussylips- taking the sloooooppy time to rub all down the bottom of your needy pussy. It scratches a carnal itch you didn’t even know existed.
Words jumbling up, “Am- I- hngh-” The moment you open your mouth, you’re letting off a wave of slick saliva that stains all down Higuruma’s forearm.
Making him tighten his hold with a groan, “I said take it- not let it all drip.” And before you know it, his doughy fingerpads squeeze between your legs. Swervin’ around the nub of your clit- you gasp once he ruthlessly squeezes. “Unless…”
He knew you too well.
Because the moment that Higuruma’s frigid wedding ring brushes against your clit, the moment he’s pinching- you find yourself exploding into your high.
White-hot bliss bursting out in waves, “Fuck- oh my god, nghh, Hiromi-” Constantly repeating like a mantra, he’s pinning you down rudely with the flexed front of his hips. Higuruma lets out the lowest guttural groans at the feeling of your vibrating walls, toes curling.
You’re seeing stars.
“Oh my god- I’m- cumming-” It’s more of a question than anything, because you still haven’t registered it before-
“Fuck-” He jolts. He heaves. He gnaws down on the tender crook of your neck and ruts- “Fuck fuck fuck-” Before painting your gooey insides all white.
The wettest, creamiest sap that clings onto either side of your walls. You could barely even push your hips back and let Higuruma fuck you through your high without having it overspill everywhere. Splosh! Straight down the tremoring insides of your thighs.
“O-oh…” Dark eyes partially open, glittering with slight tears, he kisses down your spine - a lil’ gift for taking it all. Even if your tenderized orifice kept on leaking out knotted wads of his seed.
One hand comes up to massage your back, the other still twiddles with your pulsating clit even despite the lacquer of slicked cum. You were still so sensitive, still zapped by the electricity of your high that these simple movements make your ears pop.
Almost unable to make out his mutter—“How about h-helping you relax now, angel?”
A/N. Hehehe Higu made a comeback how are we feeling babygirls-
but he has seen your tits more than your gynecologist. and he’s eaten you out exactly once, on your birthday.
there’s no real explanation for it, either—not sexual (except when it is, lol), not romantic (except in that weird, liminal way you both don’t notice). but intimacy is so baked into the friendship that it doesn’t shock either of you when he’s tugging your tank top down to examine a hickey near your breast, thumb grazing your nipple until it stiffens. he squints. clicks his tongue.“sloppy work. two out of ten.”
you have names for his balls. “how’re Beelzebulb and the Lesser One holding up?” and he’s seen you pull a single strand of hair between your buttcheeks in the shower. you’ve walked in on him jerking off and critiqued his wrist angle mid-stroke while brushing your teeth. he adjusted, and you nodded in approval before spitting into the sink. supportive environment.
you’ve rubbed one out in his bed while he played apex five feet away, headset on. sometimes you grunt just to be annoying. he groans back, in solidarity. you share a bed more often than not. he rolls over, arm slung around your waist. but you’re best friends; you don’t make it weird or awkward. “if your dick pokes me again, i’m gonna bite it clean off.” he grins into the pillow. “ah, promises, promises.”
when someone assumes you’re a couple, you both gag in synchronized horror. “ew, no.” “he wishes.” “you think i’d date that?” “puh-lease, i have standards.”
he calls you ‘trouble.’
you claim that he’s ‘not your type.’
because he loves you too much to fuck you stupid.
and you trust him too much to ruin the friendship.
I like when people like a character so way too much that it transcends even self shipping or kinning and becomes more of a patron saint that you pray to type of deal
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nanami loves to call you good girl, how could he not when you're so sweet to him? he loves to spoil you with lavish gifts, you do deserve it after all. you want that dress? he'll get it for you as long as he gets to take it off of you.
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i have to hit you because i cant cum unless youre crying for me. its your own fault, really. youre just too pretty when youre upset. do you understand?
