mdni cw: cheating + vouyerism + aint shit reader + cuckolding + mentions of breeding

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

── .✦ gojo was usually a deep sleeper. this was something you were very thankful for.

it made it sooo much easier to sneak out and fuck his bestie!

you and geto had formed a solid routine. group smoke sesh, gojo gets too stoned and whines about needing some rest. you fake yawn, pretend to go to bed with him and geto goes to his room to also "call it a night".

30 minutes later, you're riding him in reverse and muffling your own moans in pure delight.

unfortunately, you both had gotten too bold. your soft whimpers and the sound of skin slapping together danced from the living room down the hall. a dazed gojo turns over in his slumber, body stirring awake at the emptiness beside him.

"b-babe?" he says groggily, eyes remaining shut as he felt around. she's probably peeing he thought, allowing himself to drift off once again before hearing a familiar sound.

"you fuck this pussy so good... shit"

satoru's eyes shot open, body sitting up faster than his brain could process. is that? ...stumbling out of bed slightly lightheaded, toru made his way down the hallway as quietly as possible, walls guiding him as his vision adjusted. what his eyes focused on was not what he was expecting.

was he still asleep? what was in that joint? is that somehow your identical doppelgänger? all of these thoughts raced through his mind as he took in the sight before him.

geto had your knees pinned to your chest, eyes locked onto you as he pushed his cock deeper into your inviting slit. gojo felt frozen. anger and confusion sat heavy on his stomach. you and suguru had always been at each other's throats; you hated him for all he knew! so why in the fuck were you moaning his name like you both had history? he knew his feelings were valid and this is completely insane.

so.. why was he hard?

toru looked down to see his hand subconsciously palming his cock through his boxers. as your moans grew, he allowed his hand to grip himself, mouth opening at how good this felt. he couldn't think of a rational reason; maybe it was the way that you sounded, maybe it was the fact that he could tell that you fucked him better. yeah, you were enjoying it but, gojo knew how to fuck you so good-- quieting your sounds wasn't even an option.

as suguru put you into a new position, gojo hid around the corner in the hall-- shadows acting as a camouflage. by this point, his heavy cock was in his palm; long, steady strokes driving him insane. you looked so good. your body was lazily resting over the back of the couch, geto standing behind you; smirking as he smacked his dick against your ass before entering once again. your eyes fluttered, nails digging into the couch fabric to steady yourself.

for a brief moment, you blink into focus to fully appreciate how good this felt. sugs head fell into the crook of your neck, cock pulsing inside of you. lips parting, your eyes look forward to the dark hallway-- stomach dropping in your ass at a familiar blue eye.

no. no no no no.

there was satoru. lip tucked between his teeth, brows furrowed as he stared directly into your eyes. you try to think of something quick but, how can you? sug is fucking you like you owe him a debt, nails digging into your hips; breath hot against your skin. there was no escaping this.

once gojo realized you noticed him, he hesitated before stepping out from his hiding spot just a bit-- head falling down to his filthy act as if to tell you, "look here. look what you made me do...". your eyes scan down, stifling a gasp as you notice. his tip was leaking, cock fully on display for you as he stroked himself. his thumb ran over his tip, spreading the precum around to help act as a lubricant. suddenly, geto spoke in a low, dark tone.

"how would you explain yourself if i bred you up? that'd be fun to see..."

at this point your shock was overthrown by desire. the mixture of being stuffed, geto's threats and the thought of having your boyfriend watching combining and resulting in a hard orgasm. your hand quickly went to hold geto's head in your neck, eyes still focused on gojo.

toru brought his eyes back up to lock with yours, balls releasing once he saw the familiar convulsing your body did. ropes of cum were barely stopped by his palm, teeth going deeper into his lip, drawing a bit of blood.

geto refused to stop, fucking through your climax while holding back his own. it wasn't often he could get you for this long. he deserved this. your body submitted to his harsh thrusts, sensitive cunt squirting around him. not thinking much of it, you mouth two words to gojo that make him freeze.

"come here."

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

mdni

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂 ── .✦ gojo wasn’t sure how he ended up here. fuck, he wasn’t even sure what exactly was going on. all he knew was that you looked amazing in your current position.

your large, feline-like eyes looked up at him as your mouth took his length in— throat relaxing and allowing more to enter with each bob of your head. his gaze traveled along your body, balls twitching once they landed on your ass.

geto's hand was gripping your ass firmly, cock filling you slowly— jaw clenched from the sensitivity. suddenly, satoru felt cold air rush against his dick— his head immediately snapping back to pay attention to you.

“love you so much baby.. want you to cum with me”

you allow your words to come out in a purr; palm pumping his length furiously. you were desperate to feel his warm liquid traveling down your throat— your cunt throbbing around geto. the look in your boyfriends was driving you mad.

anger. lust. hunger.

taking him back into your mouth you busied your hand; squeezing his balls as your ass clapped back into geto. tears threatened to fall out your eyes as you took toru as deep as you physically could— lids fluttering shut, allowing the tears to fall.

“what a mess…”

gojo spoke to you in a calm, cold tone. he brought a thumb down to wipe the drops; balls tightening at how desperate you looked. spit was gathering at the corners of your mouth, tongue pressed against his veins as you begged for all that he had to offer.

“c'mon.. give the slut what she wants.”

suguru's words cut through the air like a sharp knife, gojo looking at him as if he had forgotten he was there. geto smirked, smacking your ass in a taunting manner. involuntarily, gojo thrusts into your mouth— forcing you to go past your limit. his rough hand made its way to the back of your hair, bunching a few curls into his fist as he fucked your mouth relentlessly.

you had nowhere to run. geto had begun to get rougher to match gojo, his thumb massaging your asshole. you wanted to reach your peak once again but, promised yourself you’d wait for your boyfriend.

thank god you didn't have to wait for long.

both of gojos hands went behind your hand, thrusts getting messy as he spilled into your mouth. as if a switch was flicked you followed shortly after, pussy refusing to let geto go.

geto raked his fingers through his hair, looking down at the mess you left along his cock with furrowed brows. his orgasm followed you both shortly after— load spilling out of your cunt as his cock pushed it back in. gojo brought his face down to meet yours; sloppily kissing you.

your body quivered in his touch, head still floating with no plans on coming down. the room was silent; just heavy breathing as you all shifted to sit comfortably enough. as you were about to speak, your words were cut off by toru who was now on his knees in front of you.

“i want to— no no… i need to taste you.”

before you could protest, his head was between your legs. tongue curling and lips sucking as he cleaned the cum from on and inside of you. your toes curled from the sensitivity, his skilled mouth already bringing you close once again. you briefly looked over to see sugs softening cock hardening once again, his eyes glued to where gojo kneeled with pure jealousy.

next thing you know, he was down there too. the best friends allowed their tongues to move in tandem— licking every inch of you in unison as if this was something they practiced. the way their tongues met each other in between tasting you drove you wild— yet another orgasm reaching its height. gojo and geto lapped up your juices like ravenous dogs— growls coming from their lips.

you could definitely get used to this.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

“baby…” his voice is wrecked, “baby wake up.”

you don’t stir right away. he swallows, throat dry—it's physically hurting so bad.

“please.” louder this time, cracked. his hand slides under the blanket, finds your hip, squeezes like he’s anchoring himself. “need you so bad it hurts.”

you mumble something sleepy, shifting just enough that your ass presses back against him. he chokes on air.

“fuck—don’t do that,” he hisses, but he’s already canting his hips again, rutting slow and shameless. the friction makes his balls ache worse. “baby… wake up. please. can’t—can’t sleep like this.”

his fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down just enough to bare the cleft of your ass. he groans at the sight even in the dark—soft, warm, perfect. his cock jumps hard in his boxers.

“been leaking for you for hours,” he mutters, voice thick. “dripping all over myself thinking about your pussy. need to be inside you. need it now.”

you finally blink awake, groggy, voice slurred. “cho…? oh okay."

he doesn’t let you finish. his mouth is on your neck, sucking hard enough to bruise while his hand yanks your shorts lower.

“sorry,” he breathes against your skin, not sorry at all. “couldn’t wait. hurts so fucking bad. please—just let me put it in. just the tip. i’ll be good.”

you’re still half asleep but your body knows him—thighs parting on instinct, a sleepy little hum leaving you. that’s all the permission he needs.

he shoves his boxers down just enough, cock springing free—thick, flushed dark, tip shiny and swollen, a fat bead of precum dripping down the shaft. he grips himself, smears the head through your folds, coating himself in you.

“so wet already,” he groans like it’s killing him.

he notches at your entrance, pushes in slow until he’s buried to the hilt. the stretch makes you gasp, makes him shudder hard against your back.

“fuck—tight,” he pants, hips stuttering. “so fucking tight. missed this pussy.”

he doesn’t thrust right away. just stays deep, grinding in slow circles, letting you feel every thick vein, every pulse. his hand slides up under your shirt, cups your tit, thumb brushing your nipple while he mouths at your shoulder.

“gonna fuck you slow,” he whispers, voice shaking. “gonna fill you up. been dreaming about pumping you full all night.”

then he starts moving—lazy, deep rolls of his hips, dragging out every stroke so he can feel your walls flutter around him. wet sounds fill the quiet room—his balls slapping softly against you, your slick coating his cock, dripping down your thighs.

one hand slips between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing messy little circles while he keeps that slow, punishing grind.

“cum on it,” he pleads, voice raw. “need to feel you squeeze me. need it so bad—gonna cum the second you do. been edged all night thinking about breeding you.”

his thrusts get sloppier, harder to control. he’s whining now, desperate sounds against your neck.

“please—baby—let me cum inside. want to feel it drip out of you tomorrow.”

you clench around him hard and he breaks. his hips slamming forward in a fast pace, burying himself as deep as he can while he spills. thick, hot ropes painting your insides, so much it leaks out around his cock even while he’s still pulsing.

he doesn’t pull out. just stays seated, cock softening inside you, arms wrapping tight around your waist.

“thank you,” he mumbles, lips brushing your shoulder. “love you. so fucking much.”

"love you too cho." he’s already half-asleep again, still buried deep, cum slowly leaking out around him, warm and sticky between your thighs.

“g’night, baby,” he slurs, nuzzling closer. “don’t move. wanna sleep like this.”

mdni.

── .✦ “this... risqué lingerie looks better tossed along my floor”

though in all honesty, you never made it out of the dressing room untouched.

sylus loves your designated shopping days. during this time, your demanding gracious sugar daddy would treat you to a buffet of boutiques. the store owners would open after hours for you two only per his request.

no customers. no obnoxiously loud music. just him, taking full advantage of the pact you two had made.

sylus held your hair back as he used your mouth like he would a sex toy; cock refusing to accept that you couldn’t take it all. his eyes were locked on the wall length mirror that showed every angle. the way your throat bulged at the size of him drove him crazy.

“a pact is never one-sided, sweetheart” he reminds you, smirking down at your tear-stained face. you nodded in agreement, eyes glued on his as you palm your wet cunt through panties you haven't even purchased yet.

pulling himself out of your mouth, he raises an eyebrow at your action-- an unimpressed expression sitting on his face.

"kitten, do you truly think i'm incapable of satisfying you?"

that's how you find yourself riding the tip of his leather oxford, the shoe skillfully applying pressure to your clit. whimpers fell from your swollen lips; cheek nuzzling his thick cock. all shame had left your body as you chased this high, body flushed against his thigh-- humping in a rhythmic motion.

sylus was a man of class but fuck. seeing you be this needy and vocal in public was making it hard for him to maintain his composure. his hand softly brushed your head, the soft action causing you to orgasm in one long shudder. he continued to pet you, shoe firmly pressed into your soaking panties as you bucked.

"there we go... now, it's my turn."

the dressing room was giving sylus ideas for his personal bedroom. the way your body looked from every angle was driving him mad. you were already speechless; body folded in a full nelson as he slowly slid in and out of your pussy. he was only halfway in, and you were already approaching your second climax-- lingerie still clinging onto your body. the bra sat below your exposed breasts; the undergarments being treated as a mere suggestion.

he growled a primal growl, finally thrusting his entire length into you. at this point, the poor salesclerk definitely knew what was happening. the filthy words leaving sylus' mouth mixed with your moans like a medley.

"such an obedient slut. so, so willing... you're worth every dollar, sweetie." his husky voice spoke praises against your earlobe, tongue licking your flesh. "want me to mark up your insides? or does the kitten want her milk?"

"give it.. inside.." you gasp out, body burning at the thought of your sugar daddy breeding you. i mean, you got an iud before agreeing to this for a reason.

this was all sylus needed. he allowed himself to completely fall into the animalistic lust-- fucking into you with no concerns of breaking you. your senses were overwhelmed, body feeling as if it would break into two. his hands linked behind your neck as he locked you into place.

"gonna fill you up real good..."

sylus managed to get those strained words out before spilling into you-- hips unstopping until he was sure he gave his sweetie every drop.

you should probably start shopping solo soon. there's only so many employees you can scar.

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mdni cw: cheating + vouyerism + aint shit reader + cuckolding + mentions of breeding

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

── .✦ gojo was usually a deep sleeper. this was something you were very thankful for.

it made it sooo much easier to sneak out and fuck his bestie!

you and geto had formed a solid routine. group smoke sesh, gojo gets too stoned and whines about needing some rest. you fake yawn, pretend to go to bed with him and geto goes to his room to also "call it a night".

30 minutes later, you're riding him in reverse and muffling your own moans in pure delight.

unfortunately, you both had gotten too bold. your soft whimpers and the sound of skin slapping together danced from the living room down the hall. a dazed gojo turns over in his slumber, body stirring awake at the emptiness beside him.

"b-babe?" he says groggily, eyes remaining shut as he felt around. she's probably peeing he thought, allowing himself to drift off once again before hearing a familiar sound.

"you fuck this pussy so good... shit"

satoru's eyes shot open, body sitting up faster than his brain could process. is that? ...stumbling out of bed slightly lightheaded, toru made his way down the hallway as quietly as possible, walls guiding him as his vision adjusted. what his eyes focused on was not what he was expecting.

was he still asleep? what was in that joint? is that somehow your identical doppelgänger? all of these thoughts raced through his mind as he took in the sight before him.

geto had your knees pinned to your chest, eyes locked onto you as he pushed his cock deeper into your inviting slit. gojo felt frozen. anger and confusion sat heavy on his stomach. you and suguru had always been at each other's throats; you hated him for all he knew! so why in the fuck were you moaning his name like you both had history? he knew his feelings were valid and this is completely insane.

so.. why was he hard?

toru looked down to see his hand subconsciously palming his cock through his boxers. as your moans grew, he allowed his hand to grip himself, mouth opening at how good this felt. he couldn't think of a rational reason; maybe it was the way that you sounded, maybe it was the fact that he could tell that you fucked him better. yeah, you were enjoying it but, gojo knew how to fuck you so good-- quieting your sounds wasn't even an option.

as suguru put you into a new position, gojo hid around the corner in the hall-- shadows acting as a camouflage. by this point, his heavy cock was in his palm; long, steady strokes driving him insane. you looked so good. your body was lazily resting over the back of the couch, geto standing behind you; smirking as he smacked his dick against your ass before entering once again. your eyes fluttered, nails digging into the couch fabric to steady yourself.

for a brief moment, you blink into focus to fully appreciate how good this felt. sugs head fell into the crook of your neck, cock pulsing inside of you. lips parting, your eyes look forward to the dark hallway-- stomach dropping in your ass at a familiar blue eye.

no. no no no no.

there was satoru. lip tucked between his teeth, brows furrowed as he stared directly into your eyes. you try to think of something quick but, how can you? sug is fucking you like you owe him a debt, nails digging into your hips; breath hot against your skin. there was no escaping this.

once gojo realized you noticed him, he hesitated before stepping out from his hiding spot just a bit-- head falling down to his filthy act as if to tell you, "look here. look what you made me do...". your eyes scan down, stifling a gasp as you notice. his tip was leaking, cock fully on display for you as he stroked himself. his thumb ran over his tip, spreading the precum around to help act as a lubricant. suddenly, geto spoke in a low, dark tone.

"how would you explain yourself if i bred you up? that'd be fun to see..."

at this point your shock was overthrown by desire. the mixture of being stuffed, geto's threats and the thought of having your boyfriend watching combining and resulting in a hard orgasm. your hand quickly went to hold geto's head in your neck, eyes still focused on gojo.

toru brought his eyes back up to lock with yours, balls releasing once he saw the familiar convulsing your body did. ropes of cum were barely stopped by his palm, teeth going deeper into his lip, drawing a bit of blood.

geto refused to stop, fucking through your climax while holding back his own. it wasn't often he could get you for this long. he deserved this. your body submitted to his harsh thrusts, sensitive cunt squirting around him. not thinking much of it, you mouth two words to gojo that make him freeze.

"come here."

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂