not a minor

Your boyfriend cannot call you a slut without having a full mental breakdown. You make him do it anyway.

cw: NSFW. reluctant dirty talk, blowjob, throat fucking, cum swallowing, humor, fluff & smut.

cr: inkyck on ig

“You’re a fucking little—”

Satoru’s hand flew up to cover his face so fast his glasses nearly went flying. His ears were already red and the rest of him was rapidly catching up.

“Baby, I can’t.” The words came out muffled against his palm in a mortified groan.

Satoru Gojo — top of the physics department, future Nobel hopeful, the guy who still used highlighters color-coded by topic difficulty, and the softest, most hopelessly whipped boyfriend on campus — was currently having a full-blown crisis of character while the most popular girl in three different friend groups sucked his soul out through his dick.

You were on your knees between his spread legs on his dorm bed, lips still wet and shiny, looking up at him with the most devastatingly confident expression a person mid-blowjob could possibly manage. His hard cock rested against your lower lip, twitching traitorously every time you spoke.

You blinked slowly. Then you smiled that same smile that had half the campus wrapped around your finger.

“You can,” you said sweetly, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and bringing the flushed head right to your mouth. You dragged the tip slowly across your tongue, back and forth, tasting the precum that was already beading there. “You’re supposed to be the smartest guy in the whole physics department, Toru. You can manage to say some filth.”

Satoru peeked at you through his fingers. Those impossibly blue eyes were wide behind his slightly askew glasses, looking like a deer about to get absolutely wrecked.

“I— I can do equations in my head,” he muttered. “I cannot call my girlfriend a… a… that.”

His free hand hovered uselessly near your hair, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch but didn’t trust himself not to stroke it gently instead of yank.

“Come on.” You tilted your head so your hair spilled over one shoulder, then leaned in and slowly dragged the flat of your tongue up the underside of his cock from base to tip. “Grab it. Pull a little.”

He made a sound that was half moan, half dying animal. He finally settled his hand in your hair, but the grip was so careful it was basically a caress.

“Satoru.” You frowned at him.

“Fuck— okay, okay— you’re… you’re a very enthusiastic— No. You’re a fucking little—” he started again, determined this time, only for the rest of the sentence to die in a strangled noise when you took just the head into your mouth and sucked hard and slow, eyes locked on his. Your tongue worked under the tip, filthy and deliberate, while your hand stroked the rest of him, slick with spit. You didn’t go deeper. You just kept that tight, wet pressure on the most sensitive part and waited, challenging him to actually follow through.

“—shit. Shit. Baby— that’s not fair, you know I can’t think when you do that.”

You pulled off with a wet, filthy pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the flushed head of his cock. You rested your chin on his thigh and looked up at him with deliberate, teasing innocence. The kind of look that belonged to someone who knew exactly how good she looked on her knees in a university dorm room, while her boyfriend—the same boyfriend who still got flustered when you sat on his lap—tried desperately not to combust.

“Hair,” you reminded him gently, reaching up to guide his other hand to the back of your head. “And throat. And dirty talk. You promised you’d actually try tonight. Not just panic and call me an angel again.”

“I’m trying, baby, I promise,” he said weakly. His fingers threaded carefully through your hair, more petting than gripping, like he was stroking a particularly beloved cat instead of preparing to fuck your face. The contrast between the careful touch and the way his cock was now fully hard, flushed, and shiny with your spit was almost comical.

“That’s not trying, Satoru,” you said, voice already a little rough. “That’s petting me like I’m some cute plushie. I asked you to grab my hair and fuck my throat. So either do it, or I’m going to keep teasing you until you actually snap.”

“Fuck—fuck, okay—” He was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling under his sweater. “You’re such a—such a good girl, taking me so deep, Christ—wait, that’s soft again. You’re a—you’re a filthy little thing who likes choking on my cock. Is that better? Did that sound okay? It felt weird coming out of my mouth.”

You hummed encouragingly and took him deeper until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat. His breath hitched into a high, broken sound that was pure Satoru. His fingers tightened in your hair for half a second — real pressure, real grip.

He groaned.

“You’re so good for me. My good girl. You could have anyone and still you’re here, choking on the nerd’s dick. Fuck. That sounded possessive. Is possessive allowed? I feel like possessive is allowed.”

You nodded, sucking him harder.

“Fuck—baby—fuck—” His voice cracked again. “You’re so good. So fucking good for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a fucking little—slut.”

The second the words left him you moaned around him. Low and real, the vibration going straight through his dick. Your eyes fluttered for a second and you took him deeper on purpose, throat relaxing around the head like you were rewarding him for finally saying it.

Satoru made a broken sound, hips jerking once before he could stop them.

“Oh— fuck— you liked that?” His voice cracked. His fingers finally tightened properly in your hair, not careful anymore. “You— you actually liked that. Shit. Okay. Okay.”

He started moving your head himself.

Not hard at first — still a little hesitant, still clearly fighting himself — but deeper. Steady. Using the grip on your hair to pull you down until your nose brushed his stomach, then letting you up just enough to breathe before doing it again. Every time the head of his cock dragged over the back of your throat you moaned around him, wet and low, and the sound made his hips jerk harder than he meant to.

“Fuck— look at you,” he breathed, voice rough and almost disbelieving. “The same girl everyone stares at in the dining hall and you’re on your knees taking my cock like a fucking slut. Made for this. Made to choke on me.”

You moaned again, louder this time, eyes watering as he pushed deeper. Spit ran down your chin in thick strings. Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

Satoru’s breathing was getting messier by the second.

“You like it when I say that, don’t you?” He thrust a little harder, still not fully rough but no longer careful. “You like being my filthy little thing. Looking up at me with those eyes while I use your throat. Fuck— you’re so wet for this, aren’t you? I can tell. You’re dripping just from having my cock in your mouth.”

You couldn’t answer with words, so you did the next best thing.

Your hand slid down between your legs, under your skirt, and you touched yourself right there on your knees with his dick buried in your throat. The second your fingers found your clit you moaned hard around him — open, desperate, the vibration going straight through his cock — and Satoru completely lost it.

“Oh my god— are you— are you touching yourself?” His voice cracked into something high and wrecked. His grip tightened in your hair and his hips started moving properly now, short, deep thrusts that made wet, filthy sounds every time he bottomed out. “You’re touching yourself while I fuck your throat. Jesus Christ. You’re such a dirty fucking slut. My dirty cockslut. Taking it so well and getting yourself off on it—”

He was babbling now, half dirty talk, half overwhelmed genius who couldn’t process how hot this was. His thrusts got faster, less controlled. You kept rubbing yourself in time with him, fingers slick, moaning every time he pushed deep enough to make you gag.

“Fuck— fuck, baby, I’m— I can’t—” Satoru’s rhythm stuttered hard. “You’re gonna make me come. You’re touching yourself and moaning around my cock and I can’t— shit—”

He shoved deep one last time and held you there, cock pulsing hard against your tongue as he came down your throat with a broken, high sound that was pure Satoru. Thick pulses of come that you swallowed around him while your own orgasm hit almost at the same time — sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a long muffled moan vibrating around his cock while you kept rubbing yourself through it.

Satoru finally loosened his grip like he’d just woken up from a fever dream. He pulled you off gently, hands shaking, and stared down at you with completely ruined blue eyes — glasses fogged, face scarlet, sweater still on, looking like he’d committed a crime against physics itself.

You licked your lips, still catching your breath, fingers still between your legs.

“…I can’t believe I just did that” he whispered, voice completely gone.

You smiled up at him, wrecked and satisfied.

“You did perfect, Toru.”

He covered his face with both hands and groaned like he was dying.

“I’m never recovering from this. I said ‘slut’ three times,” he whispered, sounding both horrified and oddly proud. “And ‘cockslut.’ And I held you down. I actually held you down on my dick and said filthy things.”

You grinned, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You did. And it was hot.”

“It felt illegal. Like I was violating some fundamental law of the universe.”

“It was requested,” you reminded him. “And you’re getting better. Next time maybe we’ll get past the panic phase faster.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with the same careful fingers that had just held you down on his cock.

“I still like calling you baby better” he admitted, voice dropping into that warm, private register that always made your chest ache.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “I know. But I like choking on your cock while you call me a slut.”

Satoru made a wounded noise and buried his face in your neck.

“You’re actually going to kill your soft, nerdy, hopelessly awkward boyfriend with pure filth.”

“That’s the plan,” you said cheerfully, carding your fingers through his ridiculous white hair. “Death by blowjob and slow corruption. Very on-brand for the physics genius who still blushes when I sit on his lap in the library.”

He groaned into your skin, but you could feel him smiling.

“Next time I’ll do better. I promise.”

You believed him.

Even if “better” still sounded a lot like love.

hehe

masterlist

so you’ve learned how to suck dick, but what’s that saying about saving a horse?

The air of the bedroom is so stuffy you nearly choke on every ragged breath you drag in. You've lost count of how many times you've cum. Your hips are bruised, your thighs are cramped, your brain is mush but you've refused to stop up until this point, not until you get it right. You just can't seem to mimic Suguru's movements.

You'd watched the way his hips had circled and slammed into Satoru's impaling himself on Satoru's cock until Satoru's brain was just as fried as yours. A blush spread over his cheeks and nose, eyes rolled into the back of his head, reduced to whimpers by the rhythm of Suguru's hips.

And now you?

You're surprised Satoru is still breathing, honestly.

Punched out breaths escape Satoru's lungs every time his tip meets your cervix, little uh-uh-uh's filling the air between you. He lays mostly limp under you, one arm covering his eyes, a hand resting on your thigh. You'd feel bad for the state he's in if it weren't for Suguru's reassurance that he loves being used like this.

Your hair sticks to your forehead, a sheen of swear coating your entire body. Your hips are steadied by Suguru's hands, guiding them up and down and back and forth on Satoru's cock, another weak orgasm sending shudders down your spine.

now that you’ve learned how to swindle Satoru’s card from him, its time Suguru teaches you how to deepthroat him…

Your knees ache, the tile underneath them forming bruises under your soft skin. Your entire face is wet, a filthy mess of tears, spit and Satoru’s salty pre cum flowing freely from the tip of his cock. Your head is spinning, arousal clouding your mind and dripping from your pussy in thick globs. 

Suguru sits on his knees behind you, one of his hands fisted in your hair to keep it out of your face, the other arm wrapped around your torso to hold you steady. You can feel his cock against your ass, hard and heavy and just as leaky as Satoru. He whispers honeyed praises of encouragement, his voice smooth and sweet in your ear. 

“Doing such a good job, angel.” 

Satoru keeps a shaky hand under your chin, tilting your head back to ensure you don’t break eye contact with him. You’ve been edging him for the last half hour, Suguru refusing to let him cum until you successfully take his entire cock. 

It’s torture for both of you really, but mostly for Satoru. 

He’s overly sensitive, his head an angry red that threatens to spill all over your tongue at any moment. His cheeks are flushed that pretty pink again, lips parted to drag in heavy breaths as you take him apart with your mouth. 

The fastest way into Satoru’s wallet pants heart... wallet, is a trick you learned from Suguru early on in your relationship with them. 

You keep refreshing the tab on your phone hoping to see the price tag come down on the item of your desires but if anything it feels like it’s only going up, up, up and out of your grasp. You sigh and lock your phone, setting it in front of you on the mattress. You bury your head in your arms, letting go of the dream of owning the illusive item. 

Strong hands grip your hips and flip you onto your back, Suguru’s playful expression engulfing your view as he lays on top of you. His face falls when yours doesn’t light up, asking you gently, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s dumb,” you say, shaking your head. 

“It’s not dumb if you’re upset. Tell me.” His expression is so soft, so gentle that all you can do is sigh again and confess, showing him the listing on your phone. 

“Ask Satoru.” Suguru makes it sound so simple. 

jjk guys reacting to you getting the wrong condom size!

characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Hiromi Higuruma, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Sukuna Ryomen, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Toge Inumaki

warnings: sexual themes, cussing, slight ooc?, MEGUMI AGED UP, YUJI AGED UP, INUMAKI AGED UP. I REPEAT NO MINORS!!

ᦸ alt!geto as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by hunnismokah ⸝⸝ not proofread.

alt!geto who lets you toy with his various lip piercings during aftercare & honestly whenever you want, always getting lost in the soft touches & tugs as he practically melts into your fingertips.

alt!geto agrees to giving you piercings at home as long as you let him help you clean them up so they don't reject or get infected.

alt!geto has a peekaboo dyed to be your favorite color—always showing it off whenever he puts up his hair or gets the chance to show off his pretty hair devoted to his pretty girl.

alt!geto shares his entire closet with you, from his too-loose rings & necklaces, to his jackets, shirts & sweaters; he'll even buy certain shirts he knows you'll just steal out of his closet, just because you'll like them

alt!geto is big on DIY gifts; he'll make you trinkets from clay, sketch out posters for your walls, make a little box for you to keep everything of his in, and paint your favorite things. His favorite gift he's made was a bouquet blanket that he crocheted.

“c’mon baby, you have to get up.” suguru smiled, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains casting a warm—almost angelic glow across his features. suguru was so beautiful when he woke up. his long hair cascaded down his back and shoulders, the silky locs always tickling you whenever he shifted in bed. his soft hands always held you close, providing you comfort and warmth you’d find in no one else.

waking up to him was like heaven. he was always gentle, kissing you awake with his lips against your chubby cheeks, tickling your sides until you broke out in a smile. he took care of you like you were something fragile everyday—especially when it came to your sleep. he believed in coaxing you awake carefully—that every single person in the world was the most vulnerable when unconscious, so when it came to you? he was as tender as possible, taking care of his darling little kitten.

“no..too early.” you whined, burying your face deeper into his bicep, his body heat providing you more comfort than a heated pillow.

“hm..alright.” he started, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “but, don’t be upset when you sleep half the day—time we could’ve been spending together…but you chose your bed over me.”

that made you crack an eye open to look at him.

the little bastard was still smiling, looking down at you teasingly. what a little—

“you’re twisting my words, suguru!” you pouted, flopping over onto your stomach to hide your face from him. “i just don’t wanna get up everyday at seven like you dooooo…”

“but when you wake up at the same time as i do, i get to be with you longer..” he murmured, playfully tickling your lower back, his fingers dangerously close to the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“stop teasing…”

“wake up and i won’t have to.”

“augghhhh suguru that’s so unfair…”

“you wouldn’t want me to play dirty then would you? attack while you’re asleep?”

“mmffghg…”

“i’ll take that as a yes.”

yet you fully intend to ignore satoru for all eternity! you’re leaning back against suguru, scrolling through your phone as if there isn’t a man practicing groveling at your feet. you’re not angry enough to completely deny him, but in no way does he deserve any of your attention.

suguru runs his fingers through your hair, and you know good and well he’s already taken your side. his eyes sweep up satoru, who’s positioned between your thighs like a guilty man out out of place. “you pissed her off, you’re lucky she’s even letting you fuck her.”

satoru whined and threw his head back, while his fingertips dug into your soft thighs. “i’d rather have no pussy at all! come on, look at me.” his other hand is busied with holding the base of his cock. he glides the tip through your wet folds, praying to get even a small reaction out of you. “please just look at me. please, baby—i’m begging you.”

to any average person, that’d be just the right amount of pleading. but not to you! your phone is still on, and your eyes are still glued to it. you don’t even pay him a single hum, let alone a glance. just to piss him off more, you turn your head a bit to kiss suguru’s palm.

satoru can’t take it anymore. he lines himself up, and slams into you with a harsh thrust. your drooling hole swallowed him right up. greedily coating every protruding vein with sticky, honey-like slick. you yelp and jolt the moment you feel it, which sends your phone toppling onto the sheets.

you’re immediately panting and holding onto suguru’s legs. “f-fucking christ! couldn’t you have warned me?!” you snap, but the rest of your energy is spent enduring the mean pace in which satoru is fucking you.

“i did warn you!” he pants, looking up at suguru, who has a sly smirk spread over his handsome face. “you just didn’t—“ he slams into you, sticky tip abusing the ring of your cervix. “—pay attention..mmh..to me.”

suguru seems unfairly content, and you don’t have to see his face to know that. he’s got a strand of your hair curled around his finger like a coil, to which gives a small tug to. but you can’t even think to pay attention to it. “such a needy boyfriend.” his other hand slides down to your clit, tracing small circles over it. “if you can dish it out, you better lick it up.”

you want to act irritated, but it’s hard to furrow your eyebrows in an angry way when they’re knotted into something pathetic instead. every thrust has your thighs shaking, and every time the tip of satoru’s cock nudges your g-spot, you wanna cry.

satoru is rutting into you like a dog, and despite such short notice, you can tell he’s close. he roughly grabs your face, and makes you look at him. the second your watery eyes meet his, it’s over for him. his head droops down as heavy groans and whimpers of your name crawl up his heaving chest. splurts of cum splatter inside your convulsing hole, and your orgasm comes almost directly after.

your back arches, a keen escaping you as your hips stutter and chase the very friction you pretended to be unbothered by. you gush around his softening his cock, which was still plugging your hole so full that no cum could seep out.

your mind is too hazy to realize that suguru has abandoned you. they must’ve interacted somehow, since satoru swiftly pulls out. suguru kneels between your thighs, sticking his tongue out and diving in right in time to catch a thick, filthy droplet of satoru’s cum onto his drool-soaked tongue.

you shudder at the feeling of your other partner licking the cum out of your pulsing, sensitive hole, and it’s then a tear drop finally trickles from the corner of your left eye. every nasty slurp has your hips bucking and stuttering, though he doesn’t let you move.

what’s a phone again?

suguru is obsessed with aftercare...and you apparently

There’s a soft rock song playing in the background when Suguru finally finishes inside you, his hair sticking to his sweat slicked forehead and his eyes looking at you with that soft gentle quality he only reserves for you. 

He swipes his thumb over your cheek as your eyes flutter open, allowing for the last wave of post-orgasmic bliss to wash over you. 

“Hey gorgeous,” Suguru whispers softly, slowly making his way out of you and peppering kisses along your jaw, neck, and chest. 

“Hey loser,” You reply back, smiling up at him as your eyes drift close again. 

Suguru slowly gets up, making you groan as you feel the loss of his weight and his warmth. “Come on, you should shower,” He says, lifting you up with his strong arms and carrying you to the bathroom. 

He strokes at your hair and allows his hands to roam all of you, as if he’s trying to remember you through engraving your body on his fingertips. 

You push at him delicately, creating distance as you stretch out your limbs languidly. 

“I have to shower,” You say faintly, your voice hoarse and your throat a little sore. Suguru closes the distance once again, kissing your lips with fleeting warmth and slowly trailing his hands all across your body again. 

“I don’t see why I have to go for that,” He mumbles in between kisses, alternating from kissing your lips, to your earlobes, to your neck, and to your jaw. 

“I have to shower,” You reiterate, feeling a soft giggle bubble in your throat as you feel his touch hovering over somewhere ticklish. 

“Exactly, let’s go,” Suguru says, dropping his hands to yours and leading you towards the bathtub. 

“I don’t remember showering being a group activity,” You chuckle as you see Suguru pout. 

He shakes his head, his long raven hair falling perfectly over his shoulders and accentuating his form as if giving him an outline. “It is now,” He replies defiantly. 

You shake your head and give him a look that has no heat in it whatsoever—only love, a quiet bubbling love that is subtle but definitely there. “Well you can find someone else to shower with because it won’t be me.” 

Shaking him off of you, you make your way to the shower, stepping in and you’re about to turn on the water before you feel someone wrap their strong arms around your waist. 

Suguru pulls you into a deep kiss, a one that is not messy but slow. It’s slow and it’s purposeful. A love letter laced in tongue. 

He gives you a soft laugh when he hears you moan softly into his lips, pulling back to brush hairs from your face and tuck it behind your ears, “It wouldn’t be the same,” He says finally after looking at you for ages. Stroking at your cheek and holding your jaw. 

“What?” 

“It’d have to be you, it’ll always be you baby.” 

You look at him incredulously, your heart beating a mile a minute before you watch him turn away and walk out of the bathroom, leaving you to shower like you asked. 

You can’t help but miss the way his arms slotted around you perfectly, and the way his breath felt on your skin as he poured out his sentiments. 

When you finish, you see Suguru on the bed, hair wet and wearing a big band tee and long pajama pants, smoking a cigarette while looking out the window. 

You climb on the bed and slot yourself right in between his legs like you belong there—and part of you thinks that in more ways than one, you do belong there. 

He reaches up at your face and cups it in his hands, pulling you down to kiss him. Soft, sweet, and deep like everything is with him. 

He palms at your hair, and kisses you like he means it—like he really wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you. 

When you pull back you give him a smile, your voice dipped in honey and totally saccharine, “You smell like cigarettes.” 

He laughs, “You know you love it.” 

suguru notices the moment you start shutting down.

you’re both on his bed, clothes half-gone, and suddenly you’ve gone quiet. too quiet. your arms are crossed over your chest even though he hasn’t even touched you yet. your eyes are squeezed shut so tightly it looks painful.

“hey,” he murmurs, voice low and gentle. he stops moving immediately. “talk to me.”

you swallow hard, voice small. “can… can we keep the lights off? and can you… maybe not look at me too much?” your words crack at the end. “i’m sorry. i know it’s stupid. just… please.”

suguru’s heart twists.

he’s seen you anxious before, but never like this. not when it comes to being bare in front of him. you look so small, curled in on yourself, lips pressed together like you’re trying not to cry.

“it’s not stupid,” he says softly. he reaches over and clicks the lamp off, leaving only the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. the room falls into gentle darkness. “nothing about you is stupid to me.”

he stays on his side of the bed for a moment, giving you space. then he asks, careful and patient, “can i come closer?”

you nod, eyes still closed.

you’re in bed with your boyfriend, your face buried in his bare chest. his strong arms were wrapped tight around you, his frame curled around yours.

he just loves how small and warm you are, and the feeling of your breath falling in little wisps against his skin.

“baby. c’mere.” he whispered sleepily, pulling you impossibly closer against his chest.

“m’literally as close to you as possible, sugu.” you mutter in response, squirming a little in his grasp, attempting to get comfortable while your furnace of a boyfriend is wrapped around you.

not to mention, it’s already swelteringly hot in your apartment, and your big muscly boyfriend’s vice grip around you is not helping.

he lets out a quiet chuckle against your hair as you attempt to escape.

“suguruuu,” you whine, opting to try to pry his arms from around you instead. “you’re actually burning me.”

“oh, so you don’t like cuddling with me now?”

“it’s not that, baby. i just enjoy my mobility.”

he loosens his hold by a fraction. “that better for you, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low and sleepy and entirely serious.

you just sigh, giving into the fact that you’ll never be able to win against him, but you know that you’re right where you want to be.

||a/n: come here suguru…

Your man has been begging to try something new...and who are you to deny him?

˙⟡ FEATURING: Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna

˙⟡ CONTENT WARNINGS: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, squirting, overstimulation, bondage, bdsm elements, somnophilia, oral (m rec), creampies, double penetration, praise, degradation, vibrators, dubious consent at times, crying, pet names, swearing, brief murder, non-curse choso

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SATORU GOJO ~ TOYS

It’s no secret that Satoru loves watching you squirm—hips writhing, tears glistening, legs twitching. He adores those high pitched sounds you make when you’re overwhelmed, delicate hands trying to push him away when he fucks you a little too deep. 

So now he wonders…

How loud would you scream if he added some toys to the mix? 

“No, no, no-“ you’re begging, tummy tensing and hips bucking as Satoru brings the wand back up to your already overstimulated clit. “I can’t, Toru!” 

“Oh, come on, angel-“ he rolls his hips, smooching your cervix with his leaky tip to make you squeal. “You’re not tapping out already, are you?” he mocks you, turning the vibrations back on- 

“Fuck!” you’re crying, legs kicking and hands smacking Satoru’s abs in an attempt to save yourself from another tortuous orgasm. “Too much- I c-can’tttt-“ 

“I don’t care, baby.” his voice is sickeningly sweet, sapphire eyes crazed as he watches you with a twisted satisfaction. “Gimme another one-“ he grunts, hips settling back into a slow rhythm—he hits that pleasurable spot deep inside you with cruel precision every time. 

“Feels- ngh- different!” the pleasure-pain that courses through your veins is intoxicating—you can feel every painful buzz on your overly sensitive clit, your tummy contracting every time he hits the very back of your abused cunt. 

“You can do it, princess-“ Satoru chuckles, leaning over you to plant wet kisses on your tear-stained cheeks. “Just relaxxx and let it happen, hun.” 

“Please-!” you squeal, not sure if you're asking for more or for it to end—your entire body jerks, once, twice-

“Fuckkk, baby.” Satoru groans, hips stuttering as you squeeze him so tight. Clear liquid comes out in spurts, soaking his pelvis and the bedsheets as your cunt visibly pulses. 

You let out broken moans as Satoru fucks you through your orgasm—pathetic gushes of your squirt slowly decreasing in amount. 

“No more- can’t-“ the bliss of your orgasm dulls into a full body ache—your hands pull at the forearm holding the wand, trying to pry it off. “Toru- it hurtsss-“ you sob, feet kicking as his body weight remains pinning you down. 

“Shhh- s’okay, angel-“ he coos, finally pulling the nightmare of a device off your swollen nub and turning it off. “Did sooo good-“ he pecks your quivering lips, holding you close as your body  tremors. 

“How many times was that?” Satoru laughs, still balls deep inside of you. “Felt like a new record for you, babe.” he gives the side of your hips a few smacks, urging you to speak. 

“Dunno.” you whisper, falling limp against the messy sheets. 

“Hey-“ he smacks your hip again. “I’m proud of you, princess.” 

CHOSO KAMO ~ SOMNOPHILIA

Choso and yourself had a conversation not too long ago—about your boyfriend’s tendency to need sex all the time, that is. Before the two of you got together, your previous partners had a hard time keeping up with your libido. But ever since you met Choso, your sex drive has been put to shame. 

To solve this…issue, you had given Choso the green light to use you when you’re asleep—in the event that you’re too tired, at least. 

You’re softly snoring when Choso enters the room, his dick straining against his jeans as he stalks towards the bed. He had a hard day, but he was even harder—he couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, your silky hair, the dip of your waist, your hips-

Your pussy. 

He gently pulls the covers from your form, only to find you naked—nipples peaked, legs spread, cunt glistening just for him.  “God damn, sweetheart.” he mumbles, unbuckling his studded belt and taking his sweat scented shirt off (yum). 

His fingers explore you tentatively, soft brushes across your nipples all the way down to your bare mound. You don’t stir, breaths remaining stable as he collects your slick—bringing it up to his gaping mouth for a greedy taste.  

Choso climbs on top of you, making a place for himself between your legs. He crowds you, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent like a dog. “Mfmm- missed you, love.” he gets a sleepy snore in response, a giggle escapes his throat before his hands return to groping you. 

He frees his cock from the confines of his boxers and starts grinding in the wetness of your pussy lips—his leaky tip painting your clit with glossy pre. “Been waiting to fuck you all day, pretty-“ he licks a hot stripe up the side of your neck, lining himself up and pushing in-

“Cho?” you whimper, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you’re fucked open.

“Shh- just me, sweetheart-“ he bottoms out with a sigh of relief, planting a wet smooch on your lips and squeezing your plump tits. “Go back to sleep-“ he murmurs, his deep voice soothing you. 

“M’kay-“ you’re far too tired to be bothered by the fullness of your cunt—you’ve grown accustomed to the feeling, so much so that it lulls you back to sleep. 

“Sooo good for me.” Choso chokes back a whimper, gently thrusting in and out of your warmth. It doesn’t take him long to paint your insides with his sticky cum—with the tension of the day, the simple wet, heat of your pussy is enough for him to drown in pleasure. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” he whispers fondly as he pulls out, covering your relaxed body with kisses while he waits for his release to leak out of you. 

Choso makes sure to snap a picture of that precious creampie before cleaning you up and snuggling next to his beloved girlfriend. 

He’ll probably fuck you in the morning too.

TOJI FUSHIGURO ~ ANAL

“How does that feel, doll?” Toji grunts, your little pucker is squeezing him unbelievably tight—your body weight resting on his chest and legs pulled up, up, up in a full nelson-

After about a week of working you up with his fingers, Toji came to the conclusion that you were ready for his dick. Although, given how big he is, your smallest hole still wasn't fully prepared for the intense stretch. 

“Feels weird-“ you’ve never felt so full yet so empty in your life—the sensation is similar…but like it’s happening next door, making your cunt clench around nothing. You let out a choked gasp when he shifts just a little bit- “Fuck- ngh- too deep-“ 

“Gotta let loose, doll-“ he snakes a large hand down your front, nibbling and licking your ear before making contact with your glistening pussy. “Can’t- mfm- tense like that.” he rubs your clit in slow circles, occasionally dipping down to your hole and collecting more slick. 

“Haaa-“ you let out a breathy moan, trying your best not to close your legs around the stimulation—not that you really could, given that they’re being forced open by Toji’s arms. “Feels good-“ 

“Yeahh it does, doll-“ Toji thrusts his hips justtt a tad, experimenting with your limits. You yelp, head falling limp on his shoulder—your back arches off of his abs, inadvertently taking his cock even further into your ass. “Told you it’d feel nice, heh-“

“Want more-“ you whine, the pressure feels amazing, the heavy weight of him seated deep inside of you makes you wish you had agreed to this sooner. 

“More?” Toji huffs a laugh. “You’re just perfect, aren’t ya?” the hand on your clit sneaks lower, two girthy fingers slide inside of your neglected cunt and curl- 

“Ohhh my god-“ Toji’s hips settle in a slow, shallow pace, keeping you nice and stuffed while he fingers you with fervor—audible squelches and loud cries fill your once quiet bedroom. 

“Yeahh- you like getting your pretty little holes stuffed, huh?” the heel of his palm grinds against your clit with every single prod of his fingers to that spongy spot inside your pussy—you swear you can feel his dick rubbing against his digits through the separating wall with every thrust- 

“Gonna cum!” you squeal, body thrashing in Toji’s hold as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt builds to a peak- 

“Good fuckin’ girl-“ 

Toji had never expected his girlfriend—the one who wouldn’t even let him eat her ass a few weeks ago—would turn into such an anal slut. As of recently, that’s all you’ll ever ask him for: to be fucked in the ass while he plays with your pretty pussy. 

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it.

SUGURU GETO ~ SHIBARI

Suguru loves being in control—he adores seeing you on your knees, eyes wide, as you wait for him to give you a command. So safe to say you weren’t surprised when he started tying you up during sex. 

It started with just him holding your wrists, keeping you where he wanted you. Then he upgraded to handcuffs, some simple knots with silk, maybe a belt-

But nothing compares to how he has you right now. 

“Too tight, gorgeous?” he asks, tying the last of many delicately woven knots. You watch his veined hands tug at the rope intently, your slick dripping down the crevice of your ass no doubt. 

“A little.” you admit, unable to move your limbs—your legs are spread wide, knees forcibly bent from the rope that binds your calves to your thighs, heels flush to your ass. Your hands are tied to your sides, breasts framed tightly with the same rope that circles your spine and shoulders. 

It’s an art form, no denying that, but it is a little uncomfortable. You know it shouldn’t be, but Suguru enjoys leaving marks on you. 

“Good.” he purrs, walking around the bed until he’s standing next to your head. “Open up, baby.” he taps your cheek, thick cock hanging over your face with a fox-like grin plastered across his features. 

Suguru slides into your willing mouth with a groan, hungry eyes wandering over his handiwork. “You’re so beautiful like this-“ one of his hands buries in your hair while the other caresses your tied body. “Pliant and unable to squirm-“ he pinches your nipple, hard- 

“Mfmm!” you whine around his dick—Suguru is fucking your throat, holding your head still by your scalp. Electricity shoots straight down to your clit every time a groan slips past his lips, your cheeks are hollowed, desperate to please. 

“You’re so wet, gorgeous.” his hand snakes down to your cunt, collecting the obscene amount of slick and bringing it up to your clit. “I’d almost think you could- ngh- cum from me fucking your mouth alone.” Suguru laughs, grip in your hair tightening.

“Mhmm!” you try to nod but he keeps you still, hitting the back of your throat to make you gag—there’s a mix of your spit and Suguru’s pre dripping down your chin, but you can’t bring yourself to care when he finally starts rubbing your neglected clit. 

“Such a dirty girl-“ he pulls his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, using the concoction of fluids to gloss your lips. “You like being tied up, huh?” 

“Yes.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA ~ EXHIBITIONISM

The King of Curses is an avid enjoyer of your humiliation—he loves watching the embarrassed flush rise to his favorite whore’s face when he tells you to kneel in a room full of people. 

It started with you being forced to feed him fruit while he’s sat on his throne, then he made you do it naked, and now-

“Tsk- eyes on them, brat.” he tuts, one of many hands grabbing your face and forcing it forward. 

It was about that time of the year that Sukuna had people from each of the villages bring him offerings to save themselves from an inevitable slaughter—only today, he yearned to put on a show it seems. 

“Look at those scum while I take you-“ he pulls you back down on his cocks, forced so deep in your holes you swear you’ll burst. “Show them how generous I am.” an evil cackle radiates throughout the main room of the shrine, a wide crowd of eyes trained on the obscene display in front of them. 

If it weren’t for Sukuna’s prior threat of decapitation, you’re sure they all would’ve scrambled out the ornate doors over an hour ago. 

“So generous- nghh- Kuna!” your whines bounce off the walls, along with the squelching of your slick. Your legs are spread wide, draping across the armrests with your stuffed cunt and ass on full display for the unwilling audience. 

“Such a good cocksleeve aren’t you, my dear?” he croons into your ear from behind, huge arms maneuvering you up and down, down, down his monstrous dicks. It’s brutal—you’ve cum multiple times already, the evidence dripping down your ass and onto the ground beneath you. 

“Mhmm!” you nod profusely, another orgasm already worming its way into your belly. You unfortunately lock eyes with a frightened woman as your body starts to convulse—a torturous stream of squirt sprays with every pound- 

“That’s right, brat-“ Sukuna grunts, his grip on your face bruising. “Show them how good I make whores like you feel, heh-“ his many eyes roam the crowd, making sure they’re all still watching until-

Screaming.

Blood splatters across your face as someone close loses their head—an almost equally disgusting display as to what’s happening on the throne. 

“I warned them.”

18+ MDNI, smut - squirming away from bf!geto during sex

you always do this. every time. every single damn time.

you say you can handle it and proceed to crawl into his lap all sweet and soft. pepper his throat with kisses. breathe all breathless against his neck like please, sugu. i need you.

and then he gives it to you. fucking you slow and deep. and of cousrse, your body betrays you completely.

your legs start shaking, back arches and you squirm.

every time, you squirm obsessively like you forget how it feels to be so full of his cock.

geto always just lets it happen, just for a second. he watches you try to crawl up the bed, squirming from the stretch of it. your fingers twisting in the sheets as your hips twitch and roll. his cock’s barely halfway in and you’re already trembling.

“were do you think you’re going?” he murmurs, low in your ear.

you whimper something into the pillow. you’re not even sure whether it was a coherent thought. he just laughs, softly.

“nah. you’re not going anywhere.”

and then he grabs your hips, pulls you right back down onto him.

you squeal delighted while your back bows into an almost perfect arch. your thighs begin to shake again due to that euphoric feeling, only suguru can ever pull out of you.

“baby,” he says gently, “you gotta stay still.”

you can’t. you’re trying so hard but u just can’t. it’s almost as if your body’s not listening. every time he moves, even just a little, you twitch. gasp. try to inch away from how overwhelmingly good it feels.

he strokes a hand up your spine and kisses your shoulder. all the while, keeping his hips flush with yours while you squirm and sob and pant into the mattress like you’re being split in half.

“you get like this every time,” he hums. “so fuckin’ sensitive. makes me wanna ruin you.”

you cry out when he grinds in just a little deeper. your body reacts almost completely instinctively. your hips twitching, trying to squirm away again.

he pins you down. one long hand flat between your shoulder blades. the other wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against him like he owns you.

“stop running from it,” he whispers. “take it. you can take it. can’t you?”

you nod, even as your body shivers under him. you’re so wet. the squelching of suguru’s cock stuffing your tight hole makes you blush.

“attagirl,” he praises. “fuck, look at you. so pretty like this. twitchin’ all over me.”

you whimper while trying to bury your face in the sheets. he doesn’t let you.

his hand curls into your hair, tugging gently. just enough to tilt your head back, let him see the way your mouth falls open with every sound you make.

“let me hear it,” he says. “don’t hide.”

and then he starts to fuck you in earnest. every thrust just a little sharper, dragging that wrecked little noise out of your throat again and again.

your body squirms, hips wriggling, fingers gripping his wrist, but it’s no use. he’s stronger.

you’re not going anywhere.

“that’s it,” he groans. “that’s my girl. look at you. can’t stop moving. can’t take it but you still want more.”

you’re going to lose your mind.

and he’s going to help.

based on this request

A quick warm-up

[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]

Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.

“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.

“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”

“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.

And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.

“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”

“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.

He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”

JASON TODD loves to stay home with you instead of going out for the night.

Don't get it wrong, he absolutely loves seeing you all dressed up and ready for a ride on his bike! But sometimes, he just craves staying in the confines of your apartment. It's not like he wanted your friends to cancel on you tonight, but, truth be told, he was going to be a little bummed if you didn't share the blunts he just rolled.

You're not really sure when or how you ended up in the tub. Did you get in before lighting the smoke? Or did Jason suggest it after a couple of hits?

It's all kind of hazy.

What's not hazy, however, is the feeling of his large hands groping and caressing your tits. Laying on top of Jason in the bathtub while high out of your minds is nothing new, but it feels so invigorating every time.

"So pretty, ma..." He whispers, the sound slightly muffled as he brings his lips to leave a kiss to your nipple. His hair is wet and slicked down to his forehead, the white blurring with the rest of it as he lifts his head again. "Love these tits..."

Your entire body feels so hazy and tingly that you're pretty sure anything he could do would feel nice, but his rough hands squeezing you just right is so perfect that you almost want to cry. You hum slightly in acknowledgement, brushing back the west strands and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Yeah?" You ask playfully, hands trailing down his arms and chest. "Why don't you show me how much, Jay?"

Let's just say there was a decent sized puddle for the two of you to clean up by the time you got out of the tub.

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