#yoonsucks

A deep male voice flooded your ears, headphones turned up to the max volume.

Your favourite ASMR streamer was live again at the same time every other day. Like clockwork.

You joined the stream, the screen blank with a small watermark at the bottom

sexeyes

Get it? sexeyes instead of sixeyes, yeah? okay.

You don't know why, but this was more addictive and at least ten times more pleasurable than watching regular porn.

His voice felt like he was right there, guiding you to a perfect orgasm- we haven't gotten to that yet.

After a long day of sitting in hour-long lectures and stressing about assignments... You were finally tucked under your covers, buried in pillows with the lights turned off. Your phone was lying on the one beside you while you lay flat on your back, eyes shut, while imagining the perfect man speaking to you.

You were gnawing on your bottom lip already, impatiently waiting for him to start the good part.

"I bet you've had a tiring day, hmm?"

"It's okay... i'm here now. Want me to take care of you, baby?"

You couldn't help but nod your head, fingers already slipping underneath your shirt, tracing soft swirls on your stomach.

"Such a naughty girl, I bet you're already thinking about touching yourself."

Your breath hitched, it was as if he were speaking to you and you alone, not to the thousands of listeners. And he somehow read the minds of all of them.

"Alright then... be a good girl and start with your pretty nipples. You can do that for me, yeah? I want you to play with them, make them nice and sensitive."

You obeyed with no thought, hands trailing up from your stomach to your ribs, finally reaching your tits- fingers rubbing at the flaccid buds.

You let out a small whimper, feeling them harden from the touch.

"You're being so good... a good little slut, yeah? Don't be shy, let me hear your sweet sounds."

You swore you could hear fabric shifting, as if he was either pushing his own clothes up or down to reveal skin. This was your favourite part, getting to listen to the streamer masturbate together with you.

His breathing had gotten a bit more laboured. Or maybe you were imagining things.

"Mmhmm... feels good? Be good and guide a hand down... down... dooowwnn... You know where it should be."

Down it went, one still playing with your own nipple while the other reached down between your thighs, your palm pressing over your needy cunt. The feeling of a wet spot forming on the cotton fabric of your panties made your fingers tremble.

"Wet already?"

You could hear him quietly chuckling, shifting a bit closer to the microphone.

"Touch yourself through your cute panties. I know you want to, sweetheart."

You did exactly that, fingers pressing riggght where you knew your clit was. Your hips shifted from the pressure already, eyelids squeezing shut.

"That's it, suuuch a good girl for me."

"Let me take care of you, listen to my voice, yeah?"

You followed his instructions, quietly moaning once he told you to tease yourself and push a finger inside.

"I bet if they were mine, it'd feel much better. I'd love to play with you, angel."

"Just the thought is making me hard... want me to do it together with you?"

You nodded your head again, sinking the finger deeper, all the way down to the knuckle. "Yes... please." You didn't mean to say it out loud.

"Cmon, add another, my sweet girl. Your pretty pussy can take it, yeah?"

You whined, starting to push a second finger inside.

The sound of him heavily breathing and the shlick shlick sound of him starting to jerk off spurred you even more.

"So pretty... all mine, right? You'd never let anyone else talk to you like this, hm?"

"Feels sooo good. I have my hand wrapped around my dick... going at the same pace as you, baby."

"In... out... in... haah... out..."

Your hand moved at his guidance, your chest heaving a bit, and your skin was warmer, that knot in your stomach starting to tighten.

"Gonna cum, my pretty girl?"

"Cmon, cum for me. Be a good girl... let me hear you."

"Shit- I'm so close... let's do it together, okay?"

Your eyes behind your eyelids tried to roll back, fingers curling up against a mushy spot that made your pussy flutter and pulse around them.

A loud grunt and moans fell from his lips, and into your headphones, the wet sound of him spreading his cum over his cock was the last thing you heard before the stream ended.

You didn't even bother washing your hand or cleaning up the mess between your thighs.

You'd just take a shower in the morning.

You were sitting in your usual seat, in the second row from the front. Yes, you were one of those students.

You were talking with some friends, discussing what tung tung tung sahur would sound like in bed- but the lecture hall got quiet for some reason, making you shut up.

The doors had opened and a white-haired, well-dressed, in some expensive suit and tie, new professor had came in. He looked young, definitely hiding a shit ton of muscle underneath those clothes…

Your attention went to his eyes, and that cocky grin he wore while walking down to the desk, turning on the projector, and setting up a laptop to start teaching.

“Goood morning, I’m this course's new prof!” He beamed with a bit too much energy for 9 in the morning.

Hold on.

You felt like you had heard him somewhere. Huh. Maybe he had one of those study YouTube channels where he made guides, and you had watched one…

“My name is Satoru Gojo, but you can call me Mr. Gojo.”

Mr. Gojo, my ass.

The lesson droned on, he wasn’t bad at teaching, but for some reason, you really couldn’t focus. At all.

You tried to write down notes, but your gaze kept flicking to him leaning against the desk while waving a hand around to explain a slide.

There was something about his voice that was making you falter.

You hadn’t even noticed how bad your cunt was aching, too busy trying to focus.

Wait.

Satoru said something familiar.

“Okay, so let’s all do this together, yeah?”

That did it.

Your face heated up, your thighs gravitated together. The pencil in your hand almost snapped.

SEXEYES? THE MAN YOU’VE BEEN CUMMING TOGETHER WITH?

oh god

oh dear god

You started to hear it clearly, that teasing tone. His voice. It all clicked.

And you were lost.

Your lips were agape like a fish’s, eyes big and pupils blown wide while staring at him from your seat.

“Miss, are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Satoru smiled at you from the desk, standing up straight.

The people and your friends around you chuckled. You fixed your face and shook your head, quickly looking down and scribbling in your notebook.

A week had passed like this. A tortorous week.

You were unable to concentrate in classes. You felt too worked up to even try to write what was in the slides.

At home, it was worse, unable to even look through the study guides.

His streams. You needed to listen to all the videos, clips- you could attach the voice to his face.

Satoru. It was him. You could see it so clearly in your imagination. His moans, how he spoke to you, what he'd look like jerking off.

Safe to say, when you had your first exam in his class.

You flunked it.

You did the only thing you could think of to fix this.

It was after hours, Satoru was in his office, looking trough what he had to do for tomorrows students.

knock knock knock !

"Yes, come in." His voice called. It made you shiver.

The door creaked open and you stepped inside, looking determined.

Gojo lit up, giving you a small grin before leaning back into the leather rolly chair. "Ah, my star student. Are you here about that grade? i promise, everything is alright and the next one will go bet-"

"No, i know the next one will go better. " You pouted a bit, standing in front of his desk, placing your phone down on it.

Your screen was opened on a specific website. His account's homepage open.

sexeyes.

Satoru faltered a bit, looking at what you were showing him.

But he just softly laughed, lightly sliding the device back over to you.

"I see, is this why you have troubles focusing in my class, sweetheart?"

You could feel the tips of your ears turning red, snatching it back.

"What? No! I know that that's you- i want a good score for the next exam!"

He tilted his head, blue irises almost mocking you while tilting his head.

"Is that all you want?"

You don't know who was more stupid. You asking to join him on a livestream. Or him agreeing and taking a student to his apartment.

You were all shy now, the attempted blackmailing hadn't even scared him one bit.

Now you were sat on the corner of his lush bed, watching your new professor set up a few microphones around it, tie loose and white shirt already unbuttoned and a small smile on his pretty lips.

"Don't be nervous. You've probably listened to me do this hundreds of times." He teased, leaning down and brushing some hair out of your eyes.

Stream: start

"Welcome back, my angels. Today we have a guest. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You were sat on his thighs, back flush against his chest, hands already running up and down your sides.

Something hard was already settling underneath you.

"Cmon, you're a big girl. Say hello." he encouraged you by grinding his thigh up, shifting so it was slotted between yours. The sound you made was pitiful.

"Hi..." You murmured.

You were glad he never filmed but only recorded.

But you could see the chat flowing past on the corner of one monitor. The audience getting excited for this.

It was just like listening to his voice... but now he was touching you the same way too.

Describing everything to the audience.

"If i touch you here... aww, it's okay. No need to shake so much, baby."

"Look at you... riding my thigh so pretty. Does it feel better if i do thisss?"

"Such a sweet pussy, look at it. It's all wet because of me. Want me to finger you, darling?"

"Such a sweetheart, drooling all over my fingers. Cmon, keep sucking."

"Lean back for me, yeah... that's it, such a pretty little slut."

"Look how big i am... is it even going to fit? You look scared. Come here, i'll help you calm down. Open your mouth again."

"You take me so well... do you feel how deep inside i am, my angel?"

You barely spoke, too worried about how you'd sound. But he got you to make the lewdest sounds just with a few words.

The sound of his hips driving into yours and skin meeting skin was picked up by the microphones.

The wet squelch of his fat cock bullying your drooly pussy and the groans of him sucking on you nipple were all recorded.

Not to mention the whimper and deep groan from you both at the end when two releases mixed inside of a stuffed, very happy pussy.

The livestream had the most views he had ever received.

And you got the highest grade in the course.

No need to spend your nights listening to his voice through headphones anymore when you could just ask for another credit boost and a cameo.

Yoon's notes: EEKKK For my mistress: @liahcharms I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTT <333

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Boyfriend!Gojo who was wearing his part of the set already, a hand sliding under the loose t-shirt to rub a large palm across his toned abdomen, a white strip trailing downnnn and disappearing into the fuzzy fabric.

Boyfriend!Gojo who wasn't wearing any boxers underneath the blue hello kitty pants. Id say a good… z tier (hard) cock print was staring right up at you. Didn't help that a small wet splotch of precum was already making itself known.

Guess who got their dick sucked dry that night.

Boyfriend!Gojo

Boyfriend!Gojo who always held the door open for you, never letting you step out of the car without being there to give you his hand.

Boyfriend!Gojo who loved it when you clung to him in public, not being ashamed of some PDA. If you held his bicep, he made sure to flex it.

Boyfriend!Gojo who knew what you needed before you even did.

A sweet little treat with your coffee? There.

Some hair in your face or mouth you hadn't even realised was there? Fixed with a sweet caress.

After coming home from a tiring day and being pulled down on the couch and getting eaten out? Without a thought.

Boyfriend!Gojo who, speaking of eating out your cunt, was so good at it that it made his dick jealous- twitching and leaking while not being able to get inside that deliciously tight warmth his own tongue was occupying.

Boyfriend!Gojo who maybe was a bit too addicted to the taste of you after a long day.

Close to "home in three days, don't wash" level of obsessed.

Boyfriend!Gojo who gathered you up in his strong arms at any given chance, either carrying you or cuddling you like some oversized teddy bear he couldn't live without.

Boyfriend!Gojo who sent you pictures every day. No matter what you were doing that day or how many people were around.

Never a warning, never a spoiler.

A big fat dick dropped into your dms.

Shameless, i say.

But he loved making you flustered.

Yoon's notes: h..h..hey guys... a light lil hc i hope my blog doesnt get taken down for using tags lmao

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Choso Kamo was a bit of a freak- an obsessed, utterly smitten freak.

When he saw you in real life, he was unable to speak, just mumbling a thanks or a hum after getting cash from you, fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirts or gnawing on his lip piercings, eyes unable to look at yours- your presence making him shy.

He kept the bills you gave him in his pillowcase.

Never giving them out to anyone, he needed to have some part of you near. Something you had touched.

You never saw him around the campus, but he saw you.

How you walked with friends between lectures, where you went for lunch and how you always booked the corner study spot in the library.

God you looked so pretty.

He liked the days where you didn't have any makeup on, eye bags and all. You just… just were so perfect.

It didn't help that he was a avid weed smoker, every time that he got high, all he could think about was you.

Crying and sniffling while fisting his obscenely large cock to the image of your face, your legs in those skirts you sometimes wore. He had a painfully vivid imagination.

If he got lucky, you'd go out in a tank top. And he could picture the exact spot where your areolas or nipples were.

He wanted you so bad, it made him sob.

Your social media wasn't safe at all.

You had your usual profile, public to family and surface level friends.

But you also had a private one.

A spam account of sorts- and he somehow got in, he kept track of every new post, every new story or what you reposted or liked. He especially liked the thirst traps you'd post there, the videos of you lip syncing or silly clips of you playing a game or with friends.

It felt like he was apart of everything.

He saw it all.

He knew you so well, knew your habits, your schedule.

It was honestly creepy. But he couldn't help himself.

He knew you were single, but if some other guy came up to you or got too friendly… he took note.

And if that sad bastard came to Choso to get some of his supply- he marked it higher than necessary.

Thoughts of lacing their shit crossed his mind… but he wasn't trying to go to jail. Who would get to stalk you daily then?

A party.

A frat party down in one of the houses, hosted by Gojo and his buddy Sukuna.

You were going.

Choso knew.

So he went too.

You had just arrived, in some shorts that hugged your thighs in a delicious way and a top that made your tits look heavenly- Choso was standing in a corner by the kitchen, but he saw you come in.

You split with your friends, starting to walk to the drink and food table. Heading right in his direction.

Choso, the poor guy started to panic, fingers awkwardly fixing the oversized t shirt he wore, rings hitting one another on his stacked fingers, his hair done up in those cute messy buns- he tried to fluff before you got close enough to notice him fumbling around.

"Oh, hey Choso!" You called over the music, giving him a small smile before picking up a fresh cup from the side and filling it up with some mystery jungle juice.

Choso wanted to say hi, but his pale complexion had started to turn pink, nodding his head as a greeting.

What a loser. A really attractive one.

I mean.. he was the most decent one out of anyone you saw right now, so why not chat with him for now.

You found yourself leaning against the wall beside him, sipping on the drink while you tried to form some sort of conversation.

"So how's business, Chos?"

The nickname made him swallow, dark eyes unable to focus on one spot while talking with you.

"Good…i guess.."

"You have any on you?"

"A bit…"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Now he made eye contact, looking surprised by the question. In his thoughts, you were his wife already but he can't say that, now can he.

"No…"

"I'm single too." You took a drink, looking over to someone screaming about Toji taking his shirt off.

"I know." Choso blurted out, getting jealous that you were trying to peek at the commotion and away from him, not thinking about what his tongue spoke.

You turned your head sideways back to him and laughed, taking it lightheartedly.

"Yeah, it's obvious, right?"

You got a few more drinks in you, even making the quiet guy take some shots to get as tipsy as you.

Choso gained the courage and asked if you wanted to go share what he had on him outside.

Sitting on the steps on the porch, you leaned your shoulder against his, taking a deep inhale and filling your lungs, turning to blow some in his face with a laugh before passing the joint to his trembling fingers.

This was like a dream to him.

You looked so cute… and his mind was so warm and fuzzy.

An awkward smile was on his pierced lips, feeling happy.

You liked this Kamo.

You liked him enough to suggest you dip from the party and just go to his place instead after finishing the smoke sesh.

You held his hand the whole way.

You were too giddy to notice how clammy it was, or how nervous Choso was this whole time, looking like some flustered teenage boy talking to a girl for the first time.

His apartment was clean and well organised, he was tidy like that.

In a lovely high you craved to suck on something.

So you got Choso on his own bed- hungrily pulling his baggy jeans down and getting to work.

You didn't question how he was was painfully hard already… not like hes had a stiffy since the party.

You kissed down the welcoming happy trail.

Poor guy's hands didn't know where to hold on to.

One almost ripping at the bedsheets and the other gently cupping the side of your face, watching as your glossy lips kissed at his pinkish tip.

How they wrapped around his fat base- how the drool bubbled and dribbled down to his trimmed hair and slid down his tightening balls.

He got to cum down your throat, and he swore god was real because no way was this happening.

You stayed the night, haphazardly taking your clothes off and cuddling up to his side. Choso's arms were warm around you, as if he was cradling something more valuable than diamonds. (He was)

He had never fallen asleep so satiated in his life. All of his fantasies of having you all to himself slowly becoming true.

An alarm blaring woke you up, groaning while flopping your arm across the bed to find the annoying sound.

It was Choso's phone.

You hit the stop alarm button and yawned.

The sweet boy was hugging your middle, face buried in the side of your neck- looking like a sleeping baby. How peaceful.

You had a slight headache, but you didn't feel like regret and misery after last night. So that was good.

While Choso babbled about some sort of dream he was having against your skin… you took the sneaky opportunity to look trough his phone.

Cmon, you would too.

The face ID worked on half of his sleepy face.

You opened the home screen…. and there was a picture of you.

Something you never had posted, and for sure you hadn't taken.

The image was cute, don't get me wrong, it got your good side.

But why the hell was it on his phone.

You glanced to the notifications bar.

The alarm you turned off had been called "check @/yneedprivacy".

That was your private account.

You slowly scrolled trough his apps and opened the social media… lo and behold he saw all of your content. You don't remember him requesting to follow you.

Before you could get to anything else, Choso stirred around and started to open his eyes.

The hell do you do now?

Demand answers and humiliate him

Act as if you hadn't discoverer something creepy as fuck

Let him eat you out bc hes actually a good boy

Yoon's notes: mmhppmhmhmnnn

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♪ Girl drop it to the floor ♪

♪ I love the way your booty goooooooooo ♪

Some frat party classics were busting out everyones eardrums, the bass shaking the lined up solo cups on the ping pong table people were playing beer pong on.

You were standing near Shoko, but were trying to distance yourself, nursing some jungle juice.

She was currently making out with Utahime- and you did not want to stand and watch. (this time)

You were a good friend and didn't want to ruin her hookup, finally walking away to go find something interesting to do or somewhere to hide. You couldn't decide yet, the alcohol in your cup wasn't hitting yet too.

"If it isn't myyy bitch."

That tone, those slurred words. You could feel the hairs standing up on your neck.

Just ignore him.

Ignore hi-

"I'm speaking to you, woman. Should be thankful!"

Naoya...

Man, maybe staying to cuck Shoko and her girl might've been better.

You turned your head, finally giving him a look.

The same as usual, a way too cocky grin, hands on his hips and chin tilted up too high.

"I'm not your bitch... and you shouldn't be speaking to me. We ended things months ago." You sighed out, trying not to throw the drink in his face.

"Awww.... cmon, doll. You know you stilll want this." he motioned to himself with a hand.

You cringed.

You definetly had not ended on good terms, not only was he insufferable but he had cheated on you.

Someone across the room called Naoya, his attention turned to one of his bros wanting to play body shots with some girls.

While he had turned his head to yell across the music, you were gone.

Scurrying past a few dancers and getting to the back door.

Maybe fresh air could save you from him.

Not really.

The air was fresh for a second and then a plume of ciggy smoke was blown in your face.

You spluttered, stopping your gait. Now stood on the back porch, being chuckled and smirked at by two... big...big? oh... beefy- tall guys.

Toji and Sukuna. Sharing some cigarette.

They were bad news. In general.

You looked up at them. Your face looking a bit dumb as gears turned in your head. Wait...

"You good?" The black haired one asked you, a smirk tugging up a scarred mouth.

"Nah, she looks like she's about to say somethin' stupid as hell." The pink haired one laughed, making fun of you, about to blow some more smoke your way.

"You have to help me!" You suddenly got out, reaching your free hand to grab onto Toji's forearm.

You pulled your best "damsel in distress face", a pout and round doe eyes.

The two, obviously got startled by your sudden pleading.

"The hell? We ain't helping shit." Sukuna made a pout to mock yours.

"Nah hold on, help with what?" Toji asked, not pushing your hand away. Maybe he was the nicer of the two-

"Could you be my boyfriends?"

The two burst out laughing, the loud cackling hyena kind.

Sukuna punched Toji's arm, the cig being dropped and put out. "I told you we aren't helpin! Why'd you let her talk?" He roared, red eyes looking down at you, way too amused.

Toji's chest and shoulders were shaking while a deep laugh left him, green irises not leaving your dumb little face. "Nah nah... stop, let her explain, dumbass. This is why no girls talk with you." Toji elbowed Sukuna back for the punch.

The pink haired one grunted a bit, but rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. The muscles bulging, veins protruding a bit. So biteable...

"Please! Naoya is out to get me- Just for tonight, help me get him off my ass." You whined a bit, the hand on Toji's forearm not helping itself and your fingers lightly rubbed his skin, feeling the strenght.

Now that got their attention.

"Zen'in? Oh man, isn't he your cousin, Ji?"

"Don't associate me with that bum." Toji shook his head a bit. He pulled your wrist away from his forearm and shoved it into Sukuna's abs instead, as if passing you to be his problem.

Sukuna just gave you a look before focusing back on Toji, not really caring.

You palm was flat on his stomach- the black wife beater tank not hiding any of the definition there. Your cheeks were getting flushed and not from what was in your cup.

"Please- i'll do anything, just-" You were about to beg some more. But then the bleached blonde man was shoving the back door open, looking pissed off.

"There you are! You thought our conversation was over?" He slurred out, clearly having a few more shots in his system, a hand already reaching for you.

A tattooed arm curled around your waist, a large palm over your tummy, making you stumble back into a warm, sturdy chest.

"Yo, Naoya." Toji grinned back to the drunk one, shifting to lean closer to you.

Sukuna just glared, looking like a possessive bastard all of a sudden. As if he wasn't the one about to shoo you away.

"Toji! Oh- hi Toji!" Naoya looked like he perked up, as if a puppy seeing his favourite thing in the world.

"You got some buisness with our girl?" Toji asked, as if you had been their girlfriend forever.

Sukuna had let up a bit, but still kept you close. "You do know she's ours now, right, Zen'in?"

Naoya paused, finally not only giving attention to Toji.

You, tucked in Ryomen's chest, Toji leaning against you and the pink haired one. He was bamboozled.

"...Our?"

"Yes, our. Are you deaf?" Toji deadpanned.

"What the hell? How does that work? You dump me to go to my cousin? And you're such a greedy bitch that you need two of them? What even is this? Women can't have more than one boyfriend!" The blonde accused, pointing a finger right at you.

You frowned, reaching a hand to hold Toji's bicep, showing that you three were comfortable in touching one another.

"It's called being polyamorus, dickwad."

"The fuck does that even mean?!" His voice broke.

Was he tearing up?

"I hate you! And you too!!!!" He sniffled, pointing to you and his cousin, turning his heel and rushing back inside.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"You can let go now..." You mumbled to Sukuna. But you weren't exatly letting go of Toji too.

The pink haired one looked down at you, the hand on your stomach sliding up to grip your jaw, forcing your head to tilt back.

The view was great.

Both of them smirking down at you.

"You said you'd do anything?"

♪ Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time ♪

♪ At the same damn time, at the same damn time ♪

The bass from the speakers and the cheers of people yelling downstairs were muffled by the sounds of gasping and lewd moans.

In some abandoned bedroom, you found yourself sandwiched, trying to make out with the both of them at the same time, lips not even knowing who was trying to shove their tongue down your throat this time.

Toji was behind you, you sat on his lap, rough hands pushing your shirt off, another pair was grabbing into your ass, fingers greedy while trying to get to feel all over.

"Mmm, she wet already?" Sukuna asked, his mouth moving down to lick and kiss at your jaw and neck, canines trying to dig into your skin, hands too busy with your ass to check your front.

One of Toji's hands went under your shirt, shamelessly tugging your bra down to cup one of your tits, the other large palm touched all over your tummy before dipping between your legs, rubbing you between your pants. "Donno... but by the way she's squirmin' i think she is."

You gasped out a name, a mix of both of theirs, not sure who to call to while your thights tried to squeeze Toji's arm.

You were dripping. Panties soaked, surpised how it hadn't seeped trough your jeans.

Your own hands were hugging Sukuna, nails digging into his back. Both of them were shirtless, making you feel like your temperature went up just by their body heat.

Sukuna watched Toji's hands, lowering himself a bit more, your top being pushed up and over your head, bra roughly unhooked and tossed somewhere- annnd Sukuna was biting and sucking on the other tit, moaning around it just from the feel of the stiffened bud.

"You look like a baby tryna get some milk-" Toji laughed, applying more pressure between your legs, finding your clit just by the sounds you made once he rubbed higher up.

Sukuna groaned, biting your tit in response.

You were manhandled by the both of them. Heaven. Not even having to think while they did all the work.

Currently you were still on Toji's lap- but with a fattt, mean cock stuffing your drooly cunt. Your syrupy arousal dripping down it and onto his skin. The black haired one was driving it up inside of you, lifting you up and down by the hips to meet his pelvis, his arms strong enough to do it effortlessly.

Not like you could even protest- another hole, your mouth being fucked into by Sukuna, the pink pubic hair of his tickling your nose while he bottomed out. The girthy thing barely squeezed down your throat, heavy balls slapping at your chin every time he moved. And you were drooling around it too, eyes rolled back every now and then.

"Every time you fuck into her, her throat gets all tight... shit..."

"Haah... says you- you should feel how her pussy clenches when you move."

"I bet she's happy, right, slut?" Sukuna grinned down at you, giving you a light smack to the cheek so you'd make eye contact.

You tried to nod, but his hand pushed your head back down, wanting to hear you choke again.

"Fuck- don't be so mean to 'er... it's making her cunt wetter. I don't wanna blow my load yet..." Toji almost whimpered out, but covered it up with a groan, a hand pulling away from your hip to slap a handprint on your ass.

You let out a high pitched whine around Sukuna, tears dotting in your lash line.

They switched before any of you got to cum.

You were bent over, a tattooed arm wrapped around your middle while Sukuna was leaning over you, making sure to keep his thrusts short and rude, not giving you any time to breathe.

You were sloppily making out with Toji, a hand trying to jerk him off but the way the pink haired one was bullying your cervix- you kept getting distracted, moaning into Toji's mouth instead of working.

The black haired one got a bit annoyed, biting your bottom lip and fisting your hair, forcing you to fully bend down, face against a twitching cock.

And then again.

"Ryo, you sure she can take it?"

"Look at her expression and tell me she can't." Sukuna had gripped your face in his hand, it almost covering all of it.

You were sitting on top of both of them, eyes rolling back once some fingers found their way into your mouth, making you suck on them. Maybe to distract you-

You were still trying to slowly bounce on whoever's dick was buried inside but then another one tried to join.

Your nose scrunched up, whining around the digits and trying to move away.

Toji cooed, holding you down with his hands, thumbs rubbing into your hips to try and soothe you. "Cmon, you can handle it."

Sukuna just snorted, shoving the fingers deeper down your throat. As if it hadn't been fucked raw already.

And another wayyyy above average cock was sliding its way inside.

It felt like you were being split open- maybe because you were, helplessly crying around the fingers in your mouth.

Oh... oh this was. Way too good.

The initial stretch and pain was forgotten once they started to move. One after the other, one pulled out but another was immediately moving up and anadnanddd.... your mind was scrambled. The way your puffy pussy was being spread in every way, hands all over you...

Babbling nothings while your eyes were shut, hands holding on to god knows who's arms right now.

The room was filled with silent grunts and mewls, the heavy smell of sweat and sex. Sorry to the owner.

Sukuna and Toji were silent on the most part, either too focused on keeping up the pace or the feeling of rubbing together and velvety walls wrapped around them was too much. Who knew.

All you knew is that you could never be fucked his good by Naoya.

Being stuffed full of two cocks... and their cum was like you had ascended to somewhere beyond. So blissed out you didn't even clock your orgasm.

They did though.

You were out of it, cuddled up between two warm walls, bundled up in two pairs of arms that could crush your skull if you asked. Cum was definitely oozing out of you. But nobody really cared.

You were slowly passing out, drool still dribbling out of the corner of your mouth on someone's skin.

"She's cute." Toji murmured, behind you, hands sliding up and down your tummy, caressing your flushed and lightly bruised skin.

"You say that now?" Sukuna rolled his eyes, a bit more exhausted. He was holding your head against his chest, the other hand rubbing your back.

"You think she'll want to be ours after she wakes up?"

"That weird poly thought stuck in your head huh, Ji?"

The door suddenly swung open, a flustered gojo-looking guy standing in the doorway. The music from the first floor flooding in.

By the way he looked flustered and winded... had he been jerking off behind the door?

Sukuna lifted his head, glaring over to the guy. "The fuck you want? Kinda busy."

"E..erm... this is my room..."

Nobody had even looked at the decor- anime figures and posters all over, books in piles around the bed and desk.

Gojo had some sort of nerd twin?

Yoon's notes: OOHMYGOODD For the lovely: @mshkcdies @cherrychoso <3 I HOPE U LIKE ITTT

art: youka.i on tiktok, sso_s__ on twt (?), idk who the artist is for suku help

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He's been your cute stay-at-home-hybrid for a while now, finally comfortable enough to not be as shy around you.

Choso was on the more timid side, but he'd make sure he's always around you when you're home.

Sitting next to you at the breakfast table, thigh against thigh, his tail wagging and smacking against the leg of the chair. You liked his presence, letting him steal food from your plate, wiping his cheek with your thumb when he got a bit messy.

He wanted to watch everything with you, getting startled by horror movies- you had to hold the sweet boy and scratch behind his ears. You loved it though, getting to coo and laugh at him when he trembled from a jumpscare.

He slowly had moved to your bedroom instead of his designated room, sleeping besides you, sometimes at the foot of the bed if you weren't in the mood to get snuggled up with a man that could engulf your whole form in his arms.

But that was rare.

You let him lay his head on your chest, place soft kisses on his hair and listen to his breath.

If there was a thunderstorm outside, then you'd huddle up under blankets with him and read to him as a distraction from the loud thundering sound and howling winds.

He did get a bit… touchy though, nosing and trying to scent you in the middle of the night when he thought you were fully passed out.

…You liked it.

He could smell how turned on you'd get, the lovely way your panties became damp and your cunts hole would flutter.

He wanted to have a lick… get your flavor in his mouth.

But he was good, just shifting to try and go to sleep, even if he had the most delicious smelling treat right under his nose.

When you went for walks at the park, he behaved well and stayed near. Choso was actually fairly frightened by the other demihumans.

Especially that mean looking pink tiger guy… or the gray wolf.

Choso wasn't some meek weakling but he preferred to stay hip to hip with you… in case he had to protect you, not the other way around… definitely.

Back to him being the bestest boy ever.

He wasn't.

Choso was a little pervert.

Like any dog would be.

He gave you sad puppy eyes when you left for work, whining about missing you- all to get a kiss on his droopy expression before you left and closed the door.

He did miss you, he didn't lie about that.

But that pouty act turned into one of pure neediness.

He had started off tame… going into your bedroom, rummaging trough your underwear drawer to get his paws on the fresh laundry, bringing it up to his face to sniff.

Then put them back.

You never knew.

Then he got bolder, sitting on the bathroom floor and pouring the dirty laundry basket out on the tiles, picking your most recently worn clothes up to roll in, laying on his back while smushing a pair of filthy panties to his face. As if you would be on his face.

And then he would shove all of it back into the basket and go laze about on your bed.

You NEVER knew.

One morning you had given him a bye bye peck on the lips, something you had never done before but he had been on the brink of tears, kneeling while tugging at your jeans, ears all flat and tail between his thighs. He was being extra clingy.

So a little kiss was sure to cheer him up.

A bit too much.

Late afternoon- and you return back home, exhausted from work and in need of a shower and a good meal. And some love and attention from your house dog.

"Choso! Puppy, I'm home…" You yawn out, toeing your shoes off and dropping your bag on the little table in your hallway.

Choso, the precious boy he was, rushed over and hugged you, his frame folding over you.

You couldn't help but giggle when he nosed at your neck, acting all cute. Not trying to taste you, no not at all.

He had acted normal throughout dinner, maybe a bit more… nosy than usual.

Nothing was amiss.

Until you were picking out some clothes to change into after you took a shower.

T shirt.. check… sweatpants… check… chewed up panties… check.

…

chewed up panties?

You lifted the cotton pair up by the sides.

There was a hole… a big one… bit right out from where your pussy would go if you wore them-

You don't remember moths having such a big appetite.

Your stupid mutt of a hybrid had gotten into your underwear.

He had gotten a little bit too excited and had decided he NEEDED a taste.

So what else was he supposed to do? Not take a chunk out of your favorite pair?

You tossed the ripped up thing to the bed and groaned, rubbing a hand over your forehead.

"CHOSO."

He was in the room before you could even finish the full word, on his knees and a trembling bottom lip sticking out, tail neatly tucked under his thighs and black furred ears down on his skull.

"Yes, mistress..?"

You glanced over to the bed.

He did too-

Oh no.

I mean, what did he expect would happen.

Leaving evidence right where you'd find it.

Silly boy.

The kneeling hybrids face started to heat up, looking to the floor where his hands were.

"…Wasn't me.."

"Who then? The undie ripping fairy? The pervert gnome of panty land?"

"…Both of them…"

You went silent, eyes staring down at his.

He whimpered, shifting uncomfortably under your glare.

"Choso, be good. Tell me what happened, seriously."

"I.. i didn't mean to… swear it."

"Choso Kamo."

He bit the inside of his cheek, head tipping forwards and hanging. His dark locks falling over his face to cover the guilty look.

His tail was starting to slooowwly slide back and forth across the floor.

Was he enjoying this?

You ran the hand from your forehead down your face.

"I did it…ma'am.."

"Why?"

"Wanted to smell you… but.. but also taste so i…"

"Taste and smell… what else, touch and lick?" You scoffed, making a sarcastic remark.

But he nodded, finally lifting his chin back up to have his chocolate irises meet your annoyed ones.

"May i, mistress?"

"May you? You tore up my favourite pair and now you want to get some? Fine. But you won't like it. "

You tried to threaten him, but he didn't look all that scared.

Not until you grabbed him by the hair and made him scoot forward, clumsy hands clinging to the backsides of your thighs. That pitiful little face he was making made you want to forgive him, but he deserved to be punished.

You stepped a bit wider, shoving his face between your legs.

This earned you a whine from him, unsure what to do now… the scent of you filling his nose and making his fluffy tail thump around on the flooring.

"Don't look so excited, damn mutt."

Choso shuddered from the mean name, peering up at you, tongue already darting out to try and lick at the fabric of your pants.

You unbuttoned your jeans, letting the not so guilty looking hybrid watch you unzip and tug the waistband down.

Before you could even get them past your thighs he was trying to lap at the front of your filly panties- canines lightly pulling on the material.

Someone was hungry.

"Look at you… now hold on, you can't taste unless i allow it." You chuckle, pulling him away by his hair.

Poor Choso was already sniffling, unable to tear his eyes away from the damp fabric clinging to invitingly to your puffy folds, hands gripping into his own sweats.

"Please….mistress… please."

You tutted.

How impatient.

You pulled him up from his knees, pushing him onto the soft bed- ripped up panties forgotten underneath him.

You didn't want to let him get what he wanted the most. To get to touch and bite at your skin.

So the best course of action?

Forcing him to lay down, tugging his sweatpants down just enough so you could sit on his weepy cock. It looked like it was crying by how much precum was oozing out.

Your clothed pussy formed around it, thighs trapping his legs underneath yours.

"No touching."

"Yes ma'am."

It was a pitiful sight, his ears floppy and his eyes glossy, unable to look away where your bodies were rubbing together- and his hands, oh his desperate hands, trying to lay flat on the bedsheets beside his sides.

You didn't slide your soaked panties to the side until he started to buck his hips.

Obviously his cock was obscenely large, with a plump knotting bump at the end. Not to mention how pretty his happy trail was, your hands pressing down on his lower stomach to hold him still while shifting and helping the leaky cockhead find your sopping hole.

Thwap slap thwap slap slap!

Your hips bounced up and down, ass meeting his trembling thighs, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filled the usual wholesome bedroom air.

All he could do was… well.. cry. And let out whimpers of your name- too overwhelmed.

He was sobbing, nose scrunched up and his eyes blinking out pearly tears before shutting completely, fingers gripping into the bedsheets so hard they might tear.

"Misuhh…mistthhrurress…" He hiccuped out your title over and over again.

You leaned over, grabbing his face with one hand, the other bracing your weight on his abs.

"Cmon, look at me, you crybaby. You did this to yourself."

He refused to open his eyes, trying to squirm out of your hold.

Smack!

You have his cheek a light slap before leaning back, making sure to clench around him for a torturous squeeze.

"Bad puppy."

You didn't even let him cum inside, getting off right at the last moment.

And the thick load splurted out all over his own chest and face. Nowhere near where he would have liked to get it on… or in.

Lesson learned?

For now, maybe.

You weren't that cruel… you scooped up the whiteish liquid in your fingers and fed it to him.

That counted as cleanup.

Fine, he got a proper cuddle session and a short lecture about eating your clothes.

Didn't mean you knew about all the other stuff he had done before getting caught this one time.

Yoon's notes: sumn abt writing subby pup choso always hits the spot

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