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Having Gojo and Geto as best friends meant always having your pretty cunt stuffed. Whether in the back of a library, at your home- or their home, the mall bathroom. It didn’t matter, they simply loved bending you over and fucking you raw.
Large hands on your waist as their thick cocks stretched you out, hips hammering into you hard and deep until you’re a crying mess. The two men filling you to the brim with load after load of their sticky cum. The thick substance lewdly seeping out your cunt as they recorded your pussy’s tiny flutter. Spreading your folds for the camera to see.
They always add it to their favorite folder called ‘our pretty princess.” The video now sitting amongst the hundred of others of you taking them both. <3
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choso looks like a guy that would fall asleep with your titty in his mouth.
i’m just imagining his strong arms wrapped around you as he holds you tight, his fingers twitching from time to time in his sleep; digging deeper into your shirt that’s pushed up to the collar, successfully exposing your front.
his breathing is calm and his hair is messy. he’s warm because of the non-existent distance between you, because of the way your limbs entangle together, how you hold onto him as well.
and his lips, god… they are soft and plush as they remain wrapped around your nipple. occassionally, they’ll suckle on the sensitive nub a bit, tug it further into his mouth, lick it with a lazy and gentle flick of tongue, almost toying with it even though you’re pretty sure he doesn’t do it on purpose.
trying to not pay any mind to the heat that’s steadily building up below your waist, you stroke his hair and the side of his face as he sleeps; so peacefully that he could come across as an angel despite the fact that his actions are rather sinful.
at some point, a small droplet of drool dribbles down his chin from how relaxed he becomes. he wakes because of it, ever so slightly startled by the sensation it leaves behind, long eyelashes fluttering and revealing very, very tired eyes.
before you can even say anything or wipe away the thin, glimmering line the spit has left behind on his skin, he’s already back to burrowing his entire face into your chest with a content little sigh; making sure to push you even closer with the help of a broad palm pressing against the middle of your back.
this time he does do it on purpose, though.
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Rambling slightly because I think Satoru and Suguru's cursed techniques are important to their characters, and why they progressed the way they did.
Satoru's Six Eyes and Limitless as innately born techniques, things that belong to him so wholly and without question, steeped in the blue of his eyes and bleached into the white of his hair. Who knows his technique the same way a child wears too large uniforms, splitting headaches no different to growing pains. Progress as visible and tangible results. Blue, Red, Purple. Logical consequences to achieving his greatness. Stepping stones already laid out for him since birth, but for his eyes only. Why is everyone so blind?
Suguru's Cursed Spirit Manipulation that inherently requires him to depend on others for power. Black hair and black eyes, just like the commoners. Who tames cursed spirits in the same way one befriends a stray, knowing that their home is on the streets and not with you. The visceral sensation of swallowing down pain so big it distends his throat, going against his gag reflex, his taste buds, every mechanism of safety. Not knowing the defining lines of 'enough'. Tolerance as a conscious choice. Already halfway to a curse user anyway. So what if he joins the wrong crowd?
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" GAMING.. "
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note: no megumi update today bc im a tad lazy.. ahaha
! HELP PRETEND I DIDNT FORGET THE OTHER YUJI MESSAGE FOR THOSE WHO SAW THIS BEFORE I UPDATED IT
genre: crack
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-> gojo, geto, inumaki, megumi, yuuta, yuji
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❝ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ! ❞
꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru, k. choso
꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱. explicit content, foul language, lots of unrealistic expectations (note. title itself), overstimulation (m+f), dickdrunk!reader, dumbification, usage of toys, squirting, spanking, very light spit play, anal, 69 position, breeding kink, unprotected sex, toji’s kinda mean and choso can’t tell the difference between pussy and an asshole. if i forgot anything else my bad !
serena’s note. BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !!! LIKE A G !!!
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.
“fuh—fuck, oh shit, hah fuck— ‘ts so fuckin’ good!”
you bounced up and down his cock, surface of your palms pressed at the planes of his chest. you enveloped his length entirely, every single inch, in your pulsating pussy, driving the both of you to madness.
it’d been hours, and for whatever was in the air tonight, you both fucked like wild animals. your thighs burned from over-exhaustion, but you were relentless. you were desperate for another orgasm, the slide up and down his inches effortless due to your juices soaking his thighs and his cum from having nutted inside you multiple times prior.
gojo’s firm hands grabbed at your ass, fingers gripping tightly into your soft flesh, grounding you in position so you wouldn’t run. as if you would anyway, tongue lolled out and drool leaking from your rosy tongue and dribbling down his bottom lip.
“that’s it,” he encourages you, a faint smirk at his lips as he guides you down his length. the fucked out look on your face, your dazed eyes crossing to the centre of your face serves a huge ego boost. “my pretty girl—fuckin’ ride this dick baby, ‘s all yours—mmh,”
the sinful sound of your pussy squelching, folds latching at the tip of his dick before ramming yourself down, the lustful melody of your skin slapping against him in addition to the firm spanks of encouragement on your ass, with your high pitched mewls and squealing sounded like divine music to gojo’s ears.
you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down, went back to bouncing up and down, made circles and figure eight shapes on his length, mindlessly dragging your hips wherever felt fit. you were so far past a point of euphoria you weren’t even sure if liquids could come out of you for the rest of the night.
“eyes here princess,” gojo brings a hand to cup your jaw, forcing your head back down to face him. “pretty pussy’s griping me so tight—fuck,”
your sweaty foreheads press together, and you clock that he knew you were on the brink of yet again another orgasm. cerulean orbs peered deeply into yours, his hips jerking up and meeting your bounces, aiming to bring you to that high as quickly as he can.
“sa—satoru!” you find is the only thing that comes up in your mushed out brain, the new angle of the position having his dick puncture your cervix. you felt so fucking full of him, so drunk on the pleasure that you failed to notice the coiling in your stomach snapping.
he squeezes at your ass cheeks as hard as he can, the painful pleasure obliging you to sit and take his ramming. he fucks into you with intensity, each drag of his cock at your walls sending you into a temporary state of immobility. your muscles tense as you feel yourself wash with yet again another white-blinding orgasm.
your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, throat exhausted while nothing yet everything is said. satoru pumps his creamy cum back into your womb, praising you for taking him in so well, for having a perfect pussy that’ll surely carry his children, all snug and warm for him.
“perfect fuckin’ pussy—mine, all mine, gonna fuck her full of my nut and have you carrying my babies, yeah? ‘s what you want, isn’t it? atta. fuckin’. girl.”
𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.
“whew, would’ya look at that?” toji whistles, barking out a chuckle as he slows his pace, watching your uncontrollably clenching pussy squirt out your juices like a leaking faucet.
the pressure of your squirting is fucking intense, it has your entire body shaking, thighs quaked and the arch that was once on your back rounded. toji can’t help but laugh as tears stream down your damp cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.
“daddyyy—fuck!” your nails claw at the damp sheets on the bed, letting your nth orgasm rake throughout your body.
you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, the sound echoing in the room and you whine loudly at the stinging pleasure. you feel two big hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into that curve.
“nah uh doll,” toji tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. he picks his pace back up, never fully bottoming out, though you wouldn’t even notice with how many inches he packed.
“what’d i tell you?” he reminds you, and you’re too fucked out to answer him as you mumble his name over and over, helplessly taking the stretch of his dick at your gaping cunt.
he slaps your ass harshly again and you cry, fingernails scratching and clawing at the silk material beneath you. your scalp soon stings as he grabs a handful and effortlessly brings you upper body up to meet him.
“answer me when i ask you somethin’ baby,” toji frowns, hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, sending chills of nerves down your spine. “basic fuckin’ manners.”
“suh—sorry, ‘m sorry toji!” you apologize feverishly, and moan in satisfaction when his tongue laps up your drool and tears streaking your ruined yet pretty face.
“tsk, should have you do the work yourself,” toji teases you, releasing the deathly grip on your hair, causing your limp body to flop back to the mattress. as if proof to avoid calling his bluff, he releases his hold on you, opting to cross his arms above his head instead.
“n-no! toji, no, please, said i was sorry—‘m so fucking sorry!” you whine and ramble when you feel the lack of contact on your body, and your gaping cunt suddenly emptying.
you slither your hand between your thighs, grabbing at his girthy cock, pumping it a few times before slipping it with ease back into your welcoming warmth. you moan wantonly, clawing at your sheets as you fuck yourself on his dick, pushing yourself back and forth.
“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he comments with a chuckle, spitting a glob of saliva down to your cunt, watching it dissipate into the creamy pearly veil of your essence around the base of his shaft.
he collects your slick with his thumb, before slipping his fingertip into your puckering hole, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion.
“trappin’ me inside—shit, want me to fuck you full of my cum, yeah? leave you swollen and leakin’, dontcha, pretty baby?”
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.
“‘s too much ken—no more, hah, no more kento!”
you whined and begged, fists clenching as your muscles tensed, back arching off the mattress and toes curling while digging your heel at his shoulder blades. the sound of buzzing filled your hearing, the toy vibrating against your swollen clit ruthlessly while nanami fucked your cunt open with two thick fingers.
“mmh, safe word princess, or else i can’t hear you.” he reminds you, the words ghosting off his lips and sinking into your supple flesh, his lips trailing soft and gentle kisses at your inner thighs.
here he was, giving you an out, and despite claiming enough was enough, you didn’t want it to end just there. with your senses heightened, both your sight and touch restrained, the pleasure emitting from in between your thighs buzzed blissfully and tenfolds through your nervous system.
you released the clench of your hands and opted to scratch at the wood of the headboard you were tied to, projecting your want to touch your boyfriend through the clawing.
“i can keep—hnng—going!” you tell him, legs closing in on the sides of his head. you hear him tut disapprovingly, and you immediately fault your mistake, forcing your legs back open.
“there’s my good girl,” his honeyed voice rings through your ear drums, and it admittedly has you dripping even more on his fingers that curled at your insides. “just need one more from you—can you do that for me?”
you nod your head, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, “mmh, yes—yes i can kento!” you can feel your blood circulation cutting off at the areas were you’re bind, the shortage of blood messing with your already weak body.
the toy playing at your bundle of nerves is painful, having overstepped the boundary of comfortableness and stepping into a new territory of foreign, and you had failed to notice when nanami added in a third finger. you were sure with how much you came just on his hands alone, his watch was drenched in your juices.
those big fingers fuck you open, knuckles pressing into your spongy walls and triggering all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout you, your stomach tightening into a familiar hot feeling, and you know you’re close again.
“kento, baby i—‘m gonna—fuckkk!” you want to card your fingers through his soft hair, tug and pull and release your pleasure onto his scalp.
“let go for me sweetheart, wanna taste your sweet essence,” nanami swaps the toy for his tongue and flicks at your clit. you feel the dam in your gut release at the sudden warmth exhibiting, and you spray him in pathetic squirts of your juices.
your body trembles as it contracts and gives nanami everything you have left to offer. you squeeze his head in your thighs, moaning wildly as his pace with his fingers never falters, urging you to stay in the state of euphoria a bit longer.
he swaps his tongue out for the toy again, and you wail out a broken cry, body at its limit, still stuck between coming down from your orgasm and greedily wanting another one.
he strokes your slit, collecting all your essence as he licks his lips eagerly.
“good job princess. taste so heavenly, i’ve never had anything like it before. i’ve gotta have another sip, will you let me have another taste, my love?”
𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.
“c’mon, focus sweetheart. do that f’me, yeah?”
you nod your head, mouth too full of dick as you opt to bob up and down. your jaw aches, feeling as though it’s being ripped apart. you force your aching wrist to work up and down geto’s cock, stimulating what you fail to get down your throat.
it would’ve been a simple task for you to focus on, had suguru not been feasting on your pussy like a starved man. he spreads your folds open, tonguing at your insides as if he dug for gold, grabbing both your cheeks in his big hands and spreading you open. he never half assed anything, much less pussy eating.
his skin was soaked in your squirt, orgasms came rolling in and out of you as did the occasional pumps of two fingers into your cunt while he ate you out. you would moan in pleasurable pain, the sounds vibrating on his shaft, which would induce him to moan into you, causing you to moan back on him, the cycle this repeating.
you were greedy—you could complain about how it was too much all you wanted, at the end of the day, you would pause on his cock to grind your hips back and forth on his face, the slip from your slick on his cheeks and nose making the grinding easier.
his nose would bump into your clit and you’d shiver from head to toe, the oversensitivity catching up to you. the free hand at your ass cheek would graze at your puckering hole but never dared to slip inside. all these mixes of stimulations had your eyes crossing, mouth gaping wide which made fucking your throat much easier for geto.
“sweetest cunt i’ve ever had,” he groans in between your thighs, bringing his hand to spank at your wet folds, and your arch your back at the stinging pleasure, your toes curling as your body shook.
the slap at your pussy made flicks of your juices land on his face, and so he landed a few more blows while simultaneously jerking his hips up into your mouth, forcing you down on his cock.
it was all too much— it hurt so good, the strikes at your cunt, his tongue lapping your liquids as he scissored your insides for additional pleasure. how was he expecting you to get him to finish for a second time when he was driving you to the brink of yet again another countless orgasm?
“wanna soak in your juices mama,” he speaks, mouth full of cunt, but you still grasp the message. you subconsciously push your hips back into his face, wanting to abide to his request.
“‘m so fuckin thirsty—don’t you dare be selfish with me. cum in my mouth. be the good girl i know you are and share yourself with me—need it, pretty girl.”
𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎.
“y’feel so good, fuck—sucking me in, oh shit baby, never wanna stop fucking you! please, need your pussy always!”
he’d finally gotten a feel of sex for the first time, and he was already hooked. his locks matted to his forehead from sweat trickling down his nose and plopping down onto you.
“wait—slow d-down cho’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping and marking the pale skin. you felt your body recoil entirely with each sharp thrust he pounded into your worn out pussy, dragging each and every inch of his length in and out.
your knees were bent at your ears, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, marking the skin red from the brash contact. the springs from your bed resonated loudly in the room, as did the creaking of your headboard, but nothing topped choso’s loud whimpers.
he’s too lost in his own pleasure, he starts to mistaken to stinging and achy feeling in his gut and loins for a sign to keep going, “never wanna stop—shittt, need to fuck this pretty pussy every. fucking. day.”
you’ve given up on convincing him otherwise, focusing instead on the rise and fall of his hips digging into yours, stretching your pussy open to fit him inside. you creamed around his dick, your essence resting at the hairs on his pubic area, giving him easy access to slide in and out of you.
his arms wrapped around you tightly, refusing to let you out of his grip, one arm beneath your back and holding you from there and the other wrapping around your shoulders. you were stuck in his embrace, bodies moulding into one as you were split open by a fucked out first timer.
in his excitement, he slips out and wastes no time to grab his base and shove it back into a warm tightness, failing to acknowledge your sudden gasp. his mind is clouded with sex, and if he didn’t know better, you were suddenly much fucking tighter, and shit that drove him on edge.
your arms tighten behind his back as you adapt to the sudden intrusion from an area you hadn’t yet explored. “cho—baby wait—mmhm, fuck, that’s my—!”
“‘m gonna cum—fuck y/n, tell me you’re close too. shit, need to fill you up with my cum, please!” the man seals his lips onto yours, panting and begging for this next orgasm, shifting all of his body weight into the hole that keeps greedily latching onto him.
your eyes water as they stream tears down your cheeks. it’s a new and painful sensation, but simultaneously a pleasurable one, and your body granted you the opportunity of yet again another orgasm from the different stimulation. “hah—gonna cum!—make me cum, choso!”
you spray yourself all over, your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your ass gets rammed into and fucked like a pro. choso groans and whines against your lips, brows furrowed at the centre of his forehead as he empties himself into your warmth.
“fuck yes—take it all baby, ‘s all yours—need you to milk me and take it all in—your pussy’s the best, i swear to everythin’, shit!”
i am SO tired.
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friendly competition : gojo satoru & geto suguru
summary: 4.0k words — it’s a bit difficult to choose who you’d rather have eat your pussy. maybe you should just flip a coin
includes: fem reader, reader is satoru's girlfriend, au not specified but written with no curse au in mind, cuckolding, cunnilingus, teasing, basically satoru and suguru trying to figure out who eats you out better
author’s notes: the inspo behind this was me trying to decide which of the two would be better for a pussy eating drabble and i just decided they both would. so like a true problem solver, i made them both eat pussy
most people tend to crush on suguru first. he knows it, satoru knows it, and you’ve been a victim of it. it’s nothing personal against satoru—he’s got his own charm, of course. suguru has just been blessed with a sweeter nature, something a bit more welcoming at first glance.
it takes some time and perhaps a decent amount of actions that speak louder than words, but you learn to appreciate satoru. more than you originally thought, too, because now it’s been four months of dating—and not just the causal fling type of thing. it’s the real, exclusive, commitment type of thing.
you’re over suguru; it was always just a crush and nothing more.
satoru is something that feels much deeper than that, something more intimate and raw and maybe even destined if you start to get cliche. your past appreciation for his best friend’s beauty doesn’t have to interfere with what you feel for him now. that’s why the three of you can be here, comfortably seated in your living room as you play a round of truth and dare for the sake of entertaining yourselves.
“truth or dare?” suguru asks, turning to you once it hits your turn, making you contemplate for a moment. there’s a half-drunken beer bottle in his hand, one he slides over to satoru across the coffee table for a sip as you tap your lip in thought.
“truth,” you say finally, making him grin at you amusedly. there’s a feeling in your gut that this isn’t going to go how you’d like, but you push it down.
“don’t think picking truth will make me go easier on you,” he snorts. and then he looks at satoru with a look that tells you he’s planning something at your boyfriend's expense, and you’re not sure if you like it. “who was your crush before satoru?”
that makes satoru choke on his sip of beer. you wince, watching how his eyebrows furrow as soon as the question’s asked. satoru is always more than a little jealous—but it’s cute in its own way; he’s pouty and whiny and (more) clingy every time he starts to feel possessive. if anything, it’s endearing when he’s like that more than it is annoying. it’s makes you feel wanted. maybe even a sick and twisted part of you feels a little satisfied that he cares that much, although you hate to admit it.
but this might not be light jealousy. or even the cute kind. hearing this answer might just crush him—you can’t do that to him. not over some silly surface-level attraction you had for suguru because he smiled sweetly and had nice bangs.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you glare, making suguru snicker in amusement.
satoru looks confused, the poor thing. looking back and forth between you two like he’s lost from some inside joke that he’s desperately trying to decipher.
“oh yeah?” suguru snorts, “don’t think i didn’t notice the way you looked at me.”
that’s all he needs to say for satoru’s mouth to fall open—it’s a devastated look. his head whips to turn to you in a second’s time as he looks at you for confirmation.
“what? he’s lying, right baby? you never had a thing for him, right?”
you hesitate. you just can’t bring yourself to lie to satoru, and it doesn’t help that suguru is right there too, right there where he has the truth so easily dangling from his fingertips to drop into the palm of your boyfriend’s hands. you’d rather he just hears it from you.
the hesitation doesn’t seem to go unnoticed by satoru because he looks at you crestfallen.
“it was silly,” you try to reassure, “it didn’t actually mean anything! i just thought he was kind of cute, that’s all.”
“you didn’t think i was cute?” he asks, hurt.
“of course i did!” you insist quickly.
suguru doesn’t seem to be satisfied with the pure mess he’s started just yet, because he adds a sly, “i guess i was just cuter.”
satoru looks at you with what you can only describe as a purely crestfallen expression. you glare at suguru before you cup your boyfriend’s cheeks and squeeze them together in hopes of cheering him up.
“i got over it really fast,” you try to reason, “suguru isn’t nearly as funny or endearing.”
that seems to cheer him up a little, mainly because satoru has just about the biggest affinity for praise you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, but you haven’t quite eased his worries completely. you can tell as he wraps a possessive arm around you and pulls you into his side, glaring at suguru as he narrows his eyes.
“my girlfriend doesn’t like you or your emo piercings. get your own girlfriend.”
“i didn’t say i want your girlfriend,” suguru rolls his eyes, “i just pointed out that she wanted me.”
“i didn’t want you like that,” you interrupt, crossing your arms, “i thought you were attractive for maybe a few weeks before satoru grew on me.”
“yeah! i grew on her,” he nods from the side, “because i don’t have emo piercings and balloon pants.”
“and i don’t have geriatric hair. what’s your point?”
it’s all back to normal within a few moments, you realize. perhaps suguru and satoru are just like that. they push buttons you can’t imagine why, but they end up right back into that fond back-and-forth bickering as always. you can’t help but chuckle and shake your head as you tune them out.
suguru has always had a thing for causing trouble—most people tend to lump that habit in with satoru, but that’s because he’s always just been a bit more loud about it. suguru likes to start the sparks slowly instead of lighting the match. it’s a slow process, but it ends in flames all the same. but you think it’s turned out fine in the end. you don’t seem to have a sulking and glum boyfriend to coddle back to normal, and that’s really all that matters.
suddenly, you’re pulled out of your thoughts to a now very different conversation—you’re not really sure how it escalated to that in just a few moments
“—um, no. i definitely eat pussy better than you,” satoru snorts, “unlike you, i actually have someone to practice on.”
“i’ve definitely been doing it longer,” suguru looks at satoru in disbelief, “you always had no bitches.”
“i don’t have bitches because i have a girlfriend,” satoru huffs, “and she’s very happy with my skills, right baby?”
you look at him when he stares at you expectantly, simply mortified, as you slap his arm. “what’s wrong with you two?” you ask with heated cheeks.
they’re shameless, the both of them.
“ow,” he hisses, looking at you incredulously, “it’s true! i’m good at eating you ou—”
“please, toru,” you groan in disbelief, hands clasping over your face in embarrassment. “please just shut up.”
“why don’t you test it then?” satoru ignores you, pretending like he doesn’t see the pure shame on your face at the nature of his offer, “see which of us is better?”
“are you out of your mind?” you feel lightheaded. satoru and suguru have always gotten you into some rather compromising situations—they cause a lot more trouble than what is considered normal, and the consequences tend to become your problem too. but this? this seems a step too bold even for them.
and where is that usual jealousy that seems to be a part of satoru’s dna gone? how is he just okay all of a sudden with (literally) letting his best friend have a taste of his girlfriend?
“no, no,” suguru shakes his head, unwilling to back down as you try to dismiss the conversation, “let’s test it, shall we? who eats pussy best. right here, right now.”
“oh you want to make it a competition? yeah, okay, you’re on,” satoru nods, face serious. he’s determined. he’s dangerously dedicated, it seems, to prove it’s a factual claim that he can please you better, and you’re not sure how the deal breaker for ending this argument has somehow worked its way to this method of all things.
but you’re not sure you have a good feeling. especially because…well, there’s only one pussy in this room, and it’s certainly not one of theirs. you’re beginning to think you’ll be the subject of a very pointless test.
“guys, i think you’re getting too worked up over a really stupid—”
“okay. i��m game too,” suguru shrugs, staring at satoru with a heated gaze—he’s just as invested in this competition, it seems. and that’s dangerous because, as troublesome as he can be, suguru is the usual voice of reason between the two of them.
“you’ll see,” satoru mutters from beside you, “she’ll cum harder from me.”
“i think she’ll be the judge of that,” suguru says dryly.
you stare at the two of them back and forth in shock, lost in all words.
“guys, seriously. we can’t just—”
“baby,” satoru looks at you pleadingly, “you have’ta be the judge. and be honest, okay? don’t be shy to let him know he sucks.”
“oh i don’t think she’ll be saying that,” suguru chuckles, eyeing you smugly as you shiver at the look.
logic and dignity partner up to tell you that, no, this is not a good idea. not by a longshot. satoru is your boyfriend, and even if this is his idea and not yours, once he’s finally come to his senses, he probably won’t appreciate his best friend having an intimate moment with you. especially not after he just found out his best friend happened to be your former (brief) crush. and not only that, but you and satoru are seriously committed. four months have almost felt like four years with him, and you don’t want to disrespect how serious this relationship is starting to become.
but logic and dignity are outspoken by lust and curiosity. their voices are much louder in your head, and perhaps if you were a better person, then maybe they wouldn’t be winning in your head. maybe if you were someone with stronger discipline and self-control, or even had just a small semblance of tact, you wouldn’t be tempted to entertain this competition the two men in your presence have conjured up. it’s not that you have feelings for suguru—it’s not that you ever had feelings for suguru. attraction can be entirely physical and nothing else, and the little throb in your pussy at the thought of tugging at suguru’s hair when he’s between your thighs is just a human reaction. not indicative of your wishes, just your needs.
you look between the two, biting your lip. they look at you with a certain hunger—maybe it’s a desire for you, maybe it’s a desire for being right, or maybe it’s a desire for both. it’s a desire all the same, and satoru and suguru are not the only ones guilty of it.
“okay, fine,” you sigh, fiddling with your fingers, “this isn’t a regular kind of thing.”
“of course,” suguru says in a tone that comes off as serious, but you don’t think he’s very serious at all. in fact, if you didn’t know better, you’d say it comes across as slightly amused. like he knows something you don’t. “it doesn’t mean anything. we’re just having some friendly competition. that’s all.”
“friendly competition, my ass,” satoru spits, “it’s not even a competition if you don’t stand a chance.”
with that, satoru gently pushes you back on the couch, swiftly pulling your pajama bottoms off with one tug that has you gasping in shock. you didn’t think he’d get right into it—and yes, obviously, suguru would have to be eye to eye with your cunt in order to actually…well, eat your pussy, but the concept versus the actual moment feels a lot more scandalous than you thought. his eyes don’t leave the spot between your legs for even a second, darkening as satoru forces your thighs apart and bites at your thigh.
“there she is,” satoru grins, kissing his way up until his lips find your clit, murmuring a soft, “missed this beautiful pussy. looks like she missed me too.”
you’re wet. you’re acutely aware that satoru and suguru can see that clear as day—despite your protests and scolding for their lack of shame, you so shamelessly have a dripping cunt from nothing more than mere words. it’s embarrassing, but you can’t be bothered to focus on that when satoru’s lips are so close to where you need them.
he sighs happily, like he’s returned home after a long day, like being between your thighs is the oasis he’s been searching for in the scorching heat of the desert. one sip would be all he needs to quench that thirst. except it’s not one sip—his tongue licks a stripe up your pussy before it slides between your folds, messy and desperate as he licks and sucks and devours every inch of you his tongue can reach.
you gasp, eyes instantly shutting closed as you whine. it’s a familiar feeling, and it’s definitely something satoru has practiced one too many times. he knows exactly what you like—the way you get goosebumps when his hand rubs your lower belly, the way tossing a leg over his shoulder makes you whimper, the way flicking his tongue over your clit before sucking makes your back arch.
you whine, completely forgetting suguru is right there watching, getting an eyeful of your puffy clit every time satoru teases it. all you can pay attention to is the way there’s a dull ache forming between your legs, forming its way up to your belly and tightening, tightening, tightening. it’ll snap soon—you can feel it. the way satoru’s lips make out your cunt has you gasping for air, choking on attempts to cry his name.
there’s a low chuckle from him, vibrating against your pussy, making you twitch. “baby,” satoru says lowly, “i gotta record you someday. you should just hear those pretty little sounds you make—they’re like music.”
“t-tor—ngh.”
satoru chuckles again against your sensitive clit, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves before he sucks, pulling away slowly for a moment as he admires the way your walls flutter around nothing.
“aw, look at you,” he coos, his voice dripping with so much sweetness you could get a toothache from just a taste, “you’re falling right apart. putting on a good show for suguru, is that it? what a good girl.”
then he’s back, lips kissing against your slick-coated heat, sloppy as he groans against you and works his tongue as deep into you as he can. you mewl at the sensation, the familiar feeling creeping up on you as satoru eagerly laps away at you. he’s everywhere at once—one second, you feel him biting at your thighs, then he’s flattening his tongue against your clit, and then he’s flicking it deep between your walls.
you cry a stuttered, “m’c-close, toru—oh.”
“you’re close? don’t you think that’s a little fast, sweetness?” he teases, making you whimper as you feel the hum of his words against your core, “suguru will think i neglect you. we can’t have that, can we?”
despite his teasing, you cum on his tongue instantly, your body stiffening as your orgasm hits full force. you can’t help it, the way every part of you lights on fire as the coil snaps. your toes curl, heels digging into his shoulder, back lifting off the cushion, and expression simply shattering as you feel your pussy clench around nothing. you can feel your walls spasm, the devastating waves of pleasure practically palpable from the way your hand grabs his as he lets you reach for it.
he doesn’t let go even as you crush his bones, nor does his tongue ease its abuse on your clit as he flicks across it and works you through your high. distantly, through the blurred vision and shaky breaths, you can make out the click of suguru’s teeth, but he’s the least of your concerns as you slump and try to catch your breath.
satoru has always been good at finding your weak spots, and he never goes easy on you. he hits you full force, expertly riling you up and having you fall right apart in one too many ways that leave you breathless. it’s why it’s so easy with him, you think—he just knows you so well.
you’re not quite sure how suguru can beat that.
but he doesn’t seem the slightest bit phased as he stands there, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at you in amusement (and something suspiciously close to excited, too) as he steps closer. your eyes don’t miss the bulge in his pants, making him grin at you smugly as he catches you glance down.
“that was quite the performance,” he drawls, so kind and soft like the first time he ever spoke to you.
you’re starting to remember why you were so quick to find an attraction to him—suguru is certainly not a creation god rushed himself over. every curve and slant of his features looks like careful, diligent, meticulous hands created him. he’s pretty, so pretty. painfully easy on the eyes and such a good personality to match it that you don’t understand how he’s single. not that you want him—but someone must, right?
“she wasn’t performing,” you hear satoru say through a bitter scoff, “if you didn’t notice, she was very much reacting in real time.”
“oh i bet,” suguru snorts. he sinks down before you and spreads your legs open in a slow, achingly teasing manner that makes you want to close them right back up. but you can’t, not with the way his hands are so strong, so gentle yet firm in the way they touch you. “the prettiest pussies are always the most sensitive—but you actually have to know how to play with them.”
suguru leans closer, breath fanning over your already sensitive heat before he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your entrance, nose brushing against your clit. you whimper, bucking into him, but he keeps your hips pinned down, daring you with just one glance to move again.
something tells you that you won’t like it so much if you do that again—so you try not to.
“see, the thing is,” suguru says slowly, words barely a whispered breath as he teases his tongue over your clit just barely, leaving a ghost of a touch where you need him most, “giving what she wants is easy. making her actually want it is the real game.”
satoru lets out a dissatisfied grunt at that. you wish you could look over at him and bring yourself to care about his unhappiness, but you can’t. in fact, you couldn’t care less at the moment—all you care about is coming apart on suguru’s tongue, and you haven’t even properly felt it yet.
suguru is less enthusiastic when his mouth latches onto your cunt, but more precise. his tongue is careful and slow, painfully deliberate and calculated as it explores you. it’s just enough that you feel your vision blur, but not nearly enough to break you just yet. you helplessly let out a whine of protest, and he gently sways at your clit in warning.
that makes you moan. you can feel him smirk against you, and a small part of you feels bad, but an even larger part of you feels so good. he’s so slow at drawing your pleasure out, circling his tongue over your clit before sinking into you, tasting every corner and savoring you like he has enough time to really appreciate you for all that you are.
you think you know the difference now—satoru eats you out because he loves you. he gets high off making you feel good, like giving to you is what he was made for. suguru eats you out like tasting you is his own pleasure, like every drop of you on his tongue is for him to take, and taking from you is his god given right.
it’s two sides of one coin. heads or tails, it’s all worth the same.
“f-fuck,” you pant, reaching for those dark locks of his, the same ones you once wondered about. how they felt, how they tangled in your fingers, how they made him feel when you tug. the strands are as soft as you imagined, maybe even more so, and one tug makes suguru groan against your dripping core.
you gasp at that, quivering as the low vibrations meet your sensitive cunt.
“do that again, princess,” he says softly, humming before he goes back to flicking his tongue between your walls and rolling along the sensitive nub of your clit. “you should hold on. i’m taking my sweet time with you.”
he says it, and he means it. every time you think suguru is done teasing, your miserably mistaken. he pulls away, stares deeply at your pussy for a moment or two that you almost feel shy, walls twitching at nothing and waiting for some kind of touch. anything, really. and just when you whine a soft, “please, suguru—can’t wait anymore,” he chuckles and moves right back in.
it makes for a painful type of pleasure, one that’s mind breaking, one that makes your body feel ten times heavier than it really is, limbs glued to the couch as you can do nothing else but take it. you’re close, so painfully close when he breathes, “do you wanna cum for me? you want to right?”
“yes, yes, yes,” you babble, head spinning and so dizzy you don’t even comprehend that he’s laughing at the way you’ve answered his question one too many times.
“i heard you,” he teases, “don’t worry. i’ll give you what you want. how could i not?”
just like that, suguru flattens his tongue against your clit and flicks it faster than he’s granted you so far. it makes you buck your hips again—he lets you this time, too. lets you grind against his face and practically cut off his air as you desperately take what you want. finally.
it feels like taking the first breath of fresh air after breaking the surface of water, air filling your lungs after you’ve held your breath for so long. your second orgasm has been lurking in the corners for so long, when it finally lunges at you, you’re not prepared. you squeal broken cries of, “s-suguru—fuck, i can’t suguru.”
but you can. he knows you can because you let him when he takes and takes, pulling every small whimper and roll of your hips from you as he makes you cum for him on his tongue. he’s greedy, the way his mouth latches onto you, tastes you carefully like he’s making sure to savor your essence and never forget.
you suppose he shouldn’t ever have this opportunity again if you’ve got any sort of practicality.
“see?” suguru pulls away when you’re finally done, body spent as you heave labored breaths on the couch, limp and tired. well taken care of, of course, but so deeply exhausted. “doesn’t it feel so much better when you’ve been wanting it for so long?”
satoru crosses his arms, scowling at his best friend as he argues, “if you know what she likes, she always wants it. you don’t have to do all that.”
“and if you make her want it, she’ll like whatever you give. you’re just not as good.” suguru is too smug for satoru, enough that you watch your boyfriend kicks the man’s shin with a roll of his eyes. you’d scold him if you could use your voice—you still find you can’t.
“baby, tell suguru i was better,” satoru whines.
“c’mon, don’t lie to him. how’ll he get any better if you do?” suguru grins at you.
you look between the both of them, unsure which side of the coin you fall on.
“heads or tails?” you ask.
they blink, looking at you confused. “what?” you hear them say, in sync.
“i say we just flip a coin,” you shrug tiredly, “winner gets to prove themselves one more time.”
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♡ 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!
🔞 mdni / 18+ content
Pairings : fem reader / bully!Gojo Satoru / bully!Geto Suguru
Synopsis : college boy Satoru bullying you around with his best friend
Warnings : bullying kink, degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, bl*wjob, p*ssyjob, semi-public s*x, rough s*x, perv behaviors, namecalling (wh*re, sl*t, b*tch), getting caught, threesome, +++
Bully!Gojo who asks Suguru to trip you down the corridors as you walk past them, so that you can fall right into his arms.
"Oopsie..." Suguru says, grinning like a jackass and sticking his leg out. Your face plants into the muscular chest of that white-haired freak, and then he pulls out one of his awful pick-up lines on you; "Fallin' for me, sweetheart? I knew you would eventually." he blatantly stares straight down at your cleavage. "What!" you give them a repulsed look and pull back. Your reaction elicits giggles from your two bullies, and they check out your ass as you walk away in a fit of anger. "... I'd give her backshots 'till dawn." Satoru says, and Suguru shakes his head at his best friend, "You're insane." he says, but Satoru says, "She looks like she needs to get fucked hard."
Bully!Gojo who grumbles and folds his arms, sat in the principle's office after pulling a water-dumping stunt on you just to see your nipples go hard.
He glares at his spiralbound notebook. Instead of writing an apology letter like the principle instructed him to do within an hour, he ends up writing your name over and over and drawing hearts around it, filling the page with little doodles of you as if he's some obsessed high school boy.
Bully!Gojo who loves the squeaks he elicits out of you when he slams and pins you against the wall.
"I bet you get so wet for me when I do this." he taunts, whispering lowly into your ear. "No I don't!" you lie, glaring up at him. He arches his back and bends his knees to level himself with your face, "Liar." he says, lips grazing your cheek. "F—feel for yourself, freak. You'll see I'm not wet..." you bluff. He arches a brow and dips his fingers between your thighs, making you gasp as he presses against your hole through your panties. He just grins, backs away, cockily lifts his chin, and leaves you standing there embarrassed.
Bully!Gojo who muffles your moans on his big hand while caging you with his body in the cramped closet at a college party.
He grinds his crotch against you, making you aware of the size difference between your bodies as his big, heavy cock divides your tiny pussy lips. "I know you need me, baby." he lowers his voice, cautious about getting caught with you in here, "Just say the word and I'll take you to heaven, I promise." he murmurs almost romantically, but before he can fully cast his spell over you, your classmate Nanami Kento draws back the closet door. "Wow. We're at a party, what's wrong with you two?" he scolds. Satoru chuckles guiltily while you just crumble in embarrassment, "Out, out! Stop fucking in my damn closet...!"
Bully!Gojo who loves it when you try to retaliate by spitting on his uniform. It gives him a brilliant idea for the next time you visit his dorm room for a class project.
"Spit on it. Make it sloppier. Good... now choke on me." he shoves your head down on his cock, big hand firmly holding the back of your hair. He makes you take as much of his meaty cock as your tiny mouth can handle. He groans and cums so hard after just a few shallow thrusts into your mouth. "Hey, don't let it fucking spill out, you whore. I want to see you swallowing every. fucking. drop." and damn, his cum is so thick and so much that you nearly choke on it. But that just makes his ego swell.
Bully!Gojo who stalks you like a cat in school, following you down corridors, cornering you in quiet classrooms, getting up in your face.
He doesn't let you breathe, he always closes the spaces and gaps between you and him. He'll be chewing you out for something, calling you a dumb slut while grazing his lips over yours. Arguments always lead to him growling "Shut up..." before slamming his lips onto yours. And when Satoru kisses you? He starts moaning real quick, something about you just makes him weak. Next thing you know, his fingertips are rising up your thighs and daring under your skirt, and your fingers are exploring under his shirt, feeling over his muscles.
Bully!Gojo who fingers you into ecstasy... in the middle of class.
He'll sit himself next to you, and you'll squirm uncomfortably under the scowls you receive from jealous girls. Thirty minutes into the lecture, you whisper-shout under your breath, "Satoru, you're embarrassing me!" and he murmurs back, "No, baby, you're embarrassing yourself with how fucking wet you are. Just listen to that pussy..." he goes harder, the sounds get louder and you can hardly think with how his fingers rub in and out of you. Satoru makes you orgasm on his fingers right there, grinning like a bastard at the feeling. You bet he taunts you afterwards, "I can't believe how slutty you are... you'd be a slutty girlfriend, huh?"
Bully!Gojo who has Suguru apologizing on his behalf all the time.
"I'm so sorry... I swear Satoru's not usually this much of a menace. He's just got a thing for you, haha..." it hurts his lil' heart to see you getting pushed around... sike. Lots of Gojo's gutsy plans originate from his nasty best friend. Satoru can only come up with the most basic shit; stealing your lunch, tickling your back, pinning you to the wall, bluffing how he'll "ruin your life". But Suguru? He's the one with the good ideas; dumping water on you from the balcony to see your cloths sticking to your body, persuading explicit pics out of you, and smirkingly staring at them with a wide-eyed Satoru... who thanks him.
Bully!Gojo who's got the most foul, nasty dirty talk.
"I'm gonna cum, don't stop!" you squeal in the backseat of his car, feeling him pound into you from the back. "Of course you are..." he humiliates you, pounding you harder and harder into your orgasm, "... tell me you're my little whore." he grunts. "I'm your whore!" you squeal, "Again..." he smiles sadistically, "I'm your whooore!" you reply weakly. He pulls you to his chest and grinds deeper inside, "Yeah that's right. You're just my little cock whore."
Bully!Gojo who gets off to you crying.
Tears streak your cheeks and your body shakes; trying to adjust to his size is impossible. He's always too deep, too thick, stretching you out and fucking up your guts like a pornstar. "Aw, can't take it? What a fucking crybaby." Satoru groans, slapping his hips into you back and forth like an animal. He hears you sniffling and moaning for more, "Keep crying; it's gonna make me cum so hard..."
Bully!Gojo who bets your pussy on a basketball game with Suguru and makes you sit and watch.
"Aw... princess, 'guess it's a draw. You don't mind if we share you, right? After all, sharing is caring. And we all care about each other, don't we?" Satoru smiles. They're sweaty and exhausted, but still have enough stamina in them to pound you. "Come on, show Suguru how sweet your holes feel."
Bully!Gojo and bully!Geto who literally bully their cocks into your pussy one after another, taking turns and telling you how good you feel and how good of a slut you are for them.
"Whose do you like better...?" Suguru asks, but you're too dumbed out, "I dunno! Both!" you squeal. He gives you a dangerous smile, "Aw... well, let's go another round and see." he says, making Satoru laugh, "Oh, I don't think she can handle another round. She's too weak."
Suguru just pushes your legs back, slides too deep inside, and coos, "You're right, Satoru. She takes cock like a bitch... we should train her into the perfect cockslut. Aw, look... she's smiling."
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g. satoru who is a massive pervert and always wants to inspect your pussy after a day out with him, knowing his little touches and teasing whispers had you dripping, soaking those cute lacy panties. his long, slender fingers dipping just his fingertips in, clicking his tongue when he realizes just how drenched you are.
"she's soaked, baby...listen t' her, you get this wet for me?"
the way he talks about your pussy makes your mind so hazy, eyes fluttering as he teases the entrance, the slow in-and-out motions coaxing more and more slick from your hole. "ohh, you're dripping so much," satoru coos into your ear, a pout on his face.
"can i put them in, baby? can i put my fingers inside you?"
he barely waits for you to nod before they slip in, and you both moan. you're so tight, so hot, so messy inside, and he can feel how you squeeze and clench around his fingers, trying to egg him on to move.
"oh...fuuuck," he moans, seeing that the simple move has thick cream dripping around his fingers, the milky liquid making his cock throb in his pants at the thought of being buried deep inside you, that cream dripping down his balls as he fucks up into you.
"she's so mess, so sticky, such a sticky little pussy," he mutters, fingers suddenly picking up a deep, fast rhythm. not even your hand grabbing his wrist to get him to slow down can stop him. he wants to hear those wet noises you're making, hear how sloppy and sweet he's getting that puffy cunt.
"sticky an' creamy cunt doesn' want me to take away my fingers? hm? ohh, but babyyy, don' you wan't 'toru's fat cock in you? mhm? mhmm?"
he's so fucking perverted with his words, it's making tears drip down your face with how good it makes you feel, how it sends pangs of pleasure and need up your spine. you try to tell him to shut up, but he just curls his fingers up, pressing against that spot that makes slick spurt out of your cunt.
"oh, she's squirtin' all over me, look at how that made you gush! didn't even cum, but you're squirting, so cute, dumpling! c'mon, c'mon, fuck my hand, fuck your hips up into my hand s' i can kiss that cervix with my dick before i cum in you, babyyy...get yourself nice 'n' relaxed for your satoru."
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cw/ tw. fem!reader, girl dad!gojo, breeding kink, small daddy kink, pet names (ex. sweetheart) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Gojo, who frames his daughter's drawing of their family in his office, even if it's nothing but blue circles and yellow lines.
Gojo, who scoops you up off the floor as you're carrying your daughter and smiles at how you both squeal because he just wants to "hold his girls."
Gojo, who sometimes falls asleep with his daughter on his chest, his hands spanning across her back and where her legs are curled up because she has a habit of running around in just a shirt and her diaper.
Gojo, who loves being a dad, he's told you countless times: in the shower, when his daughter greets him at the front door, in bed.
Especially in bed.
Gojo, who doesn't even realize he says, "Don't you want to give daddy another baby?"
He only knows that he has to grit his teeth to stave off filling you up like he wants when you nod your head yes.
"Okay, sweetheart, okay," he murmurs.
Gojo, who tilts your hips and shoves one of your fancy throw pillows underneath to keep them up. Then he presses a hand between your shoulder blades to keep your head down—muffling your moans into the sheets—before he grinds his cock into you and hits that spot that makes your legs kick out and cunt clench down around him.
"Good girl," he groans. "Take it for me, okay? And I'll give you what you want."
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Toji Fushiguro Mindbreaks You
Pairng: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, mindbreak, overstimulation, rough sex, creampie, begging to come, degradation, name calling, age-gap, Jujutsu Sorcerer!Reader
A/N: I wrote the one where he breaks the bed and now he breaks you.
Your mission was negotiations. You were supposed to talk to him and hopefully convince him to turn himself in. You knew Toji wasn't a good man when you first saw him, so how did you find yourself with your legs open for him and mind going blank as he fucked you?
No really what happened? Because you remember talking to him, him talking back, kissing you out of the blue and somehow your panties came off and you were on your back. Toji's enormous figure stood above you, his hands digging into the your soft, marked thighs and his cock drilling into your wet pussy.
"They're really letting anyone become a Sorcerer these days aren't they? A little cockwhore like you? Ha! Even if you wanted to fight me off you couldn't." You saw him lick your cum off his lips as he smirked down at you, vision blurry in your eyes. His fat cock rammed into your needy pussy, his heavy balls slapping against you, "Oh the moment I locked eyes with you I knew we're gonna have a lot of fun. It was too easy to break you. This pussy must have been desperate for a good fucking wasn't she?"
You fisted your hands into the hem if his shirt, your eyes welling up with tears. "No. No I... I'm not your-!" It was getting difficult to get words out with Toji constantly making your mind all fuzzy.
"You are my cocksleeve. Or at least you will be. I'll keep fucking you until all you want, all you know is how to take orders and ask for cock." One of his hands pressed down on your throat, his power lingering, reminding you of how foolish it was to talk to him alone and think you could take him on. "Still got a couple of years before you're even fit to lick my shoes. Bet your daddy must have been someone important. Either that or you're only there for the other Sorceres to dump their cum into you. That's all you're for. I think I'll do it too, what do you say, wanna have a real man's cum in your cunt?"
You weren't gonna cry, or break, not for a despicable man like him. You couldn't... shouldn't... but his huge cock felt too good to resist. How could it be so nice but so wrong? Why did your pussy want more of it, so much so that it clamped down around him.
"That's it now. That's my good little whore. I haven't filled up a pussy in a long time. I've already got a kid on the way but, hey what's another one gonna hurt?" Maybe he was right? Maybe your place was by his side, on his cock.
"Cock. Cock, my... your cock Toji, my pussy wants it." Those words took a load off your shoulders. Your body moved with his, hips meetinh him, your back arched to push your breasts into his delighted mouth.
"That's right whore, your pussy wants my cock and my cum. And I'll gladly give it to you. If... you work for me from now on. Be my little spy. What do you say pretty? Be mine and I'll fuck you like no one else can." Toji promised as he sucked on your hard nipples, his hand squeezing a little, his hold possessive. "Say it. Whose fuckhole is this?"
Before you could stop and think what you were agreeing to you moaned, "I'm all yours Toji. Fuck me, fuck me and make me come. I'm so close, so sensitive."
"Good fucking girl." Toji grinned, "I'll reward my good girl with something good, let you know what you'll get in the future when you do good and behave." You felt hot seed flooding your inner walls as he finished his promise. He kept fucking you through it, his cum being pushed deep into you, dripping down your ass and then down your stomach when he pushed your legs up slightly, "There's that slutty expression. You look like a bitch in heat, drooling, crying, pussy tight around my dick. You're mine now. All mine."
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thinking about mean!suguru…ㅤㅤㅤ⭑
mean!suguru who’d been dealing with your bratty attitude all day and finally snapped. He thought an adequate punishment was edging you (reading this sentence out loud i laughed a little)
mean!suguru had you pressed up against his chest, legs pried open and not letting you close them. You could feel his long black hair tickle your bare shoulders, his breath forming goosebumps on the shell of your ear.
mean!suguru who fingered and massaged your pulsing clit but never let you cum, no matter how many times you begged. “M’ not gonna fall for those crocodile tears. Should’ve done this awhile ago..”
mean!suguru who was soft with his words but was quick to give your pussy a hard slap whenever you got greedy and tried taking your orgasm for yourself.
mean!suguru ignore your pleas for release. He’d just smile and coo with that syrupy sweet voice “noo…not yet. you should apologize if you want it that bad.” while still playing with your pussy.
mean!suguru who eventually caved into your wishes, even with the lack of an apology, and slipped his thick fingers into your aching cunny.
mean!suguru who purposely pumped your slowly and incomplete, bringing you to that delicious edge once again, just so your orgasm could die away again n’ leave you sobbing.
mean!suguru who asked, “is this not enough to make you cum? Such a spoiled lil’ cunt, hm? Should just learn to take what you got.”
mean!sugu who couldn’t stay cruel for much longer when you tipped your pretty head back to meet his eyes, showing your wet pearly eyes and quivering lip, whispering “please…? m’ really sorry sugu.”
mean!sugu who you swore blushed at your antics. who finally let you cum, and who also might’ve came in his pants as well…
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— texting jjk men… 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪
— calling them “bro” ;
slightly suggestive! incl: gojo, geto, yuuji, megumi, inumaki, nanami, & yuta
A/N: back again with a very basic smau prompt lol! pls request anything u wanna see, i am very quickly running out of ideas lmao </3
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— texting jjk men… 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪
— “ass or tits” ;
suggestive as hell! incl: gojo, geto, yuuji, megumi, nanami, yuuta, choso, inumaki, toji & sukuna (ur welcome suki)
A/N: ok maYBE choso n yuutas r similiar. i jus. they’re both so cute ok let me HAVE THIS!! also! leave a comment or smth if u’d like to be apart of my taglist hehehe!!!
thanku 4 reading !! hope u enjoyed <3 pls be sure to reblog, comment, or send an ask if u enjoyed !!
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tags ; @satoruoo @sukiischaotic @torutime @inumakiiz
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