Renee, 25

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[owlmaya]

to be loved is to be seen

[amodernpersephone]

If it's any consolation, there exists a world, somewhere out there, far away, where you could have been happy.

It just... wasn't this one.

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎︎︎ AITA for fucking both of the Gojo twins?

synopsis . In which you get fed up with Sato (fratjo) for playing around with you and unintentionally get involved with his identical twin brother Toru (nerdjo), not knowing they’re simply two sides of the same coin. content . afab!reader, porn with decent plot, messy relationship(s), fratjo’s an asshole in the beginning, bluntness, pervy!nerdjo, eventual threesome, degrading, oral sex, first time squirting & then doing it multiple times, getting caught, surprising dynamics, praise, pussy slapping, getting put in a headlock, confessions, filthy dirty talk, jealousy, marathon sex (gulp), spit, slightly bimbo!reader, choking, nerdjo is feral, full nelson, edging, getting passed around, frajo’s a voyeur, filth, slight angst, cum eating/swallowing, some cuckholding(?), masturbation, a silly ending, etc.

word count . 11.4k | author's note: this ended up being wayyyy longer than i initially thought it would be and it’s overly freaked the fuck out. hope you enjoy!! banner art by Rororogi Mogera. (not proofread—sorry in advance, truly)

In your defense, you didn't think he would care.

Sato Gojo—esteemed member of Sigma Chi, infamously known for his commitment issues, and noted to be the campus playboy—was the last person you thought would care about you sleeping with his twin brother.

Hell, he's also the last person who expected that same brother to be able to get this far with you. Toru is the shyest, dorkiest, and nerdiest part of the Gojo family, what could he possibly have done to catch your eye?

Sato had done his best to keep you away from and unaware of his six-second-younger brother's existence too. Yet somehow, here he is walking in on the two of you fucking in his bed.

Less upset at the sight and more confused, the only thing he wants to know is... what the fuck led up to this pairing?

——

For months and months prior to that, it'd been the same thing between you and Sato.

“She doesn’t mean anything to me, baby. You know you’re my favorite,” He’d say, cooing you with that manipulatively charming voice of his after you’d asked him about yet another woman he was talking to.

You weren't sure why you kept going back to him. He never told you how he felt about you unless he was inside you—and even then you’re certain those feelings were all sex-based and moderately untrue.

Yet something about him kept drawing you back in.

And if you had to guess what exactly it was...

“Fuuck, y’like that don’t you?” He’d groan, having one big hand clasped around your throat as he plowed you into the mattress. Sato rarely ever took his time during sex, too eager to make sure you cum & keep up his reputation of being a good fuck. “Like the way my cock kisses that sweet spot, huh?”

The rhythmic sound of his pelvis smack smack smacking! against your ass echoes throughout the room at a pitch almost louder than your sapped moans. “Mhmm,” You'd hummed in response, fingernails dug into the bedsheets below.

You couldn't bring yourself to think about all the other women that's been in this same exact position before you when his cock was far too busy gliding in and out of your soaking pussy. The same sheets your fingers are clawing at is also clasped in between your teeth tightly, drool wetting up the fabric pathetically due to how good you felt.

Only to be rudely interrupted by his hand gripping at your neck tighter and then tugging the upper half of your body allll the way up—his chest pressing into your back while his dick massages the gushiest spot inside you. “Don’t do that,” Sato huffs with that shit-eating grin on his face, “Speak up, pretty girl. I couldn't hear you.”

“Uhuhh, yes,” You pant, tongue beginning to dangle out of your mouth all whorishly, “I love it, Sato.”

Cocky like always, he'd let off that amused scoff and then nip at your ear playfully, “Yeahh, I know you do. Jus’ can’t get enough of me.”

Thinking back again, he had the biggest ego you’d ever seen.

Sato was tenderly humping the rest of his thick cock into you while you were nice and close, just to realize after the first few thrusts that you were trying to inch yourself away from him—your moans getting airier by the second.

His smile widened, “Hah, where’re you goin’?” He'd only made you cum three times since the two of you got here. Surely that wasn't enough to have you acting like this already. “Look at you, trying to run from me now," Sato scoffed with faux bitterness.

You barely got a moment to process what he was doing before you choked.

Warm lips pressing against your ear, “C’mon, I jus’ want one more outta’ you,” He purred, his arm slow to wrap around your neck while his bulking muscles pressed into the center of your throat. Whatever oxygen was on its way to your head all but died out as the man put you into a bullying chokehold and then flexed.

Your cunt squeaked juicily around him and his cockhead nudged in deeper because of the hold he had on you, otherwise rendering your body unable to escape.

That was one of many reasons why you always ran back to him. If Sato Gojo didn't know how to do anything else right, he damn sure knew how to fuck.

“Mhmm, that’s it, baby." His voice was huskier against your eardrums now and you felt your body shuddering with a sense of numbness as something slicker oozed around his shaft. "Take that fuckin’ cock—juuust like that.”

His thrust became slower while he held you in place and you'd never felt so full in your life. It wasn't until he suddenly snapped up into you that all air left your lungs and your eyes crossed.

Whatever sound you let out was beyond pathetic and only followed by a desperate, “S’too much,” that he could barely hear.

Rolling his eyes, he repeated the motion a few more times at a steady pace, letting you adjust to being arched and folded up how he wants you. “My dramatic girl, acting like you haven't been taking it just fine," He reminded you.

You almost believed him for a moment there until his free hand came snaking around your torso to press against your lower abdomen—right over the bulge his fat cock had created against your skin—and applying an egregious amount of pressure.

“M’gonna cum, Sato,” You cried out as his fingers slithered down to nudge against your clit. Never a firm rub or anything like that since he felt like his cock alone was enough to work what he wanted out of you.

He’d smile all victoriously and whisper, “That's it? Don't tell me you're still too scared to squirt on me?”

Truth be told, that was the one thing he couldn’t do for some reason.

He never said anything but he thinks maybe you’re just one of those women who need a little more effort put into in order to make you squirt. More effort of which he damn sure doesn’t feel like putting in.

Four orgasms in a row? That’s fine, he can do that no problem. Making you squirt? As badly as he wants to deep down inside, he just can’t.

You ended up leaving a creamy mess around his cock but it's not the spurting stream of wetness he was hoping for. After letting you tremble out of your high, he's slow with the way he unwraps his arms from around you.

You fall forward onto the bed and let out a heavy breath before smiling wearily in relief. No other guy on campus ever managed to make you cum even once so of course you didn't think much of the fact that Sato couldn't make you squirt.

Hell, you were unknowingly on the same page with him—thinking you might've needed extra effort put in for that kinda release. Which was fine, you didn't need that much from him. The fact that he could make you cum back to back was more than enough in your book.

Not his though.

Sato hated it. He hated how he couldn't make you squirt—the fact burned at his ego and wounded his pride greatly. He's made other women do it so he doesn't understand what the problem is. There were some nights where he wondered if maybe he was doing something wrong with you. Or maybe you'd found someone else who could—

He unknowingly scoffs at his thoughts, shuffling out of the bed and swiping up the nearest clean sweats to slip into. Who was he kidding? There isn't one other person on campus you'd go to over him.

And if he couldn't make you squirt, he knows there's no one else that could.

Amid his deep thoughts, you happen to look over and catch the way those white brows of his are neatly knitting together. He didn't even realize how his true feelings on the matter were written all over his face.

Your eyes had ran over him a couple times, pondering on all the scratch marks in various places. Places that your hands haven't touched.

And that's how the routine was with the two of you; high tension all throughout the day, let him fuck you 'til all your senses went numb, and then fade into quietness with little to talk about since Sato doesn't deem it necessary to get close with you in that way.

When you catch the way he's dragging his feet around the room, trying to clean the mess of clothes you two made prior to getting in the bed, your brows lifts with curiosity. Asking gently, "Hey, are you alright?"

Sato hums without turning around to you, running his a hand through his hair as if stressed out. "Yeah, m'fine." He grunts, glancing over at you after and adding a slightly comforting, "Are you?"

You nod in response to him and he stares for a moment longer than necessary, still deep in his thoughts about something he surely wasn't sharing with you anytime soon.

Why would he? You didn’t need to know that he was beating himself up over something so stupid. He’s well aware that he’s the best guy to ever sleep with you so, opening up to you about something so trivial wasn’t in his character.

There’d been jokes and banter between the two of you before—obviously—but it never went any further than that. The moment things threatened to dip into something real, something more tender or honest, Sato would shut it down with quick precision.

Which is exactly why you didn't try pressing for more of this dry conversation. Instead, you silently watched him tug a shirt over his head and then head over to the nightstand for his phone.

He's busy texting someone for a bit before he releases a huff and turns his head to see the way you've been quietly watching him, "Did you want me to run you a bath or—"

"No, no, I told you, I'm fine," You unintentionally cut off.

You weren't sure where the awkwardness had come from but it wasn't completely unwelcome since there was clearly something he wasn't telling you. You saw it in the way he pouted all grumpily just before looking at you.

Whatever was on his mind had to be eating him up on the inside.

Not that the frown pushed you to ask him anything else though. You ended up turning over and rolling off is bed a few minutes later to gather your things and leave, to which he'd peacefully helped you with.

Then Sato escorted you all the way out of his maze-like home and was "kind" enough to give you a kiss on the forehead before sending you off.

Little things like that always caught you off guard. Your heart would do that weird thing in your chest as you wondered if there was a possibility of experiencing more than just hook-ups with the man.

Though, reality is quick to slap you back to your senses when you see him with his arm around some other woman the next day while on your way to class.

You knew better than to get emotionally attached to Sato Gojo. Everyone did.

——

Some days later is when shit decides to hit the fan between you two.

It happens so randomly that you almost feel as though you dreamt the whole thing up. The day starting with him texting you to come over that night and somehow ending with you in thwarted tears.

In all the time you spent with Sato, there'd never been a moment where he was blatantly selfish. Something of which surprised you in the beginning of your relationship since he was known to be a fuckboy.

Yet, ending up in his bedroom for the nth time, as his thumb rubbed at your clit with unsteady, jerky motions, appearing otherwise annoyed about something—Sato had been selfish for the first time with you.

Foreplay was skipped entirely and you should've known something was up from that alone.

The most you got out of him prior to being stripped of your clothing was a messy kiss and a barely audible, "Need somethin' from you, baby," grunted into your mouth.

Then you were being carried all the way up to his bedroom, handled frustratedly down into the mattress, and soon fucked at a rate you weren't used to.

His thrusts were sloppy and needy, voice quiet since he didn't bother talking you through it or saying anything at all, and the only thing with a sense of normalcy to it was the way his thumb nudged over your clit as his cock dove in and out of you.

Midway through, you assumed he just had a bad day or something. Figured he wanted to take some of that stress out on you.

And that wasn't out of the ordinary for him, it's happened more often than not.

But as his thumb drew desperate circles around your twitching bud, Sato's cock twitched and he pulled out the moment you were about to cum. You were too dazed by his abrupt action that you nearly missed the way he stroked himself into finishing on your stomach and then scoffed. Bitterly.

Your eyes were glossed over since the taste of your own orgasm had been right there on the tip of your nerves, stripped away from you faster than you could blink.

Whatever had been bothering him about having sex with you was felt before it was understood.

He was already turning away by the time you pushed yourself to sit up, the sheets gliding down your arms as you watched him with wide, teary eyes. The room felt ten times quieter than it normally did. You saw how he crossed the room as if nothing had happened—as if this was just another unremarkable moment to be shrugged off.

"Sato," You say, his name tripping in your throat on the way out.

Only then did he pause, fingers curled around his drawer handle. Not sparing you a glance back, "What." he breathed out.

It was hardly even a response, more of a wall you'd audibly stumbled into. You'd never heard his voice so dull and flat with you.

Swallowing down whatever confusing emotions were building up in your throat, "Did I, um... did I do something wrong?"

Somehow that gets his attention. He glances back over his shoulder then, expression insipid and eyes casting over you all bored-like. "Don't start that," He said, irritation weaving into his voice, "You're overthinking shit already."

Your mouth opens to say something but it's like you'd been slapped in the face, leading your lips to seal shut for a second. His words were too heavy for you, coming off with weighted dismissiveness.

After a few beats, your words trail out slowly, "Sorry I'm a little confused, Sato. You asked me to come over for that..?"

He exhaled sharply, like the question itself had tired him, "What else do I ever call you over for?"

Something shrewd twisted in your chest, "Certainly not whatever the fuck that was just now."

Sato finally turned more fully and leaned back against his dresser, crossing his arms and letting his eyes meet yours firmly. "You sound upset."

"I feel used," You'd snapped back immediately.

His brow twitched, "'Cause I didn't make you cum?"

Again, the words came off blunt and careless.

Leading you to flinch internally, "I mean—yeah," You said as a humorless breath tiptoed out, "You normally do."

"Well, I didn't feel like it today. M'spent." He scoffed out.

It was almost as if that was supposed to be an explanation for everything.

You stared at him and felt the way your disbelief began to fade into something of anger, "You could've told me that."

"Would that have made you feel any better?" Every response came out of him like he'd rehearsed the entire conversation beforehand.

"We could've done something different," Your hands began to curl into the sheets a little, trying to steady yourself. "I could've-"

"I didn't want anything different." Sato cut off crisply.

You'd never been so utterly confused in your life. Everything was fine before this—for the most part—so what had come over him all of a sudden? Why was he acting like this?

The finality in his statement only made your stomach drop, your head shaking slowly in disbelief, "...So you wanted to use m-"

"No, sweetheart," The pet name sounds empty on his tongue, lacking its usual affection. "I wanted you to see how it feels to get into something thinking things are going to go like they always do, just to feel disappointed by the end."

The next sound that spreads throughout the room is your laughter as it exits you in incredulous fashion, "Sato, what the fuck are you talking about?"

He dragged a hand through the white tuffs of his hair, pacing only once before coming to a stop. "You..." Letting his words trail off, he released a long and stressed-out sigh, "Every woman I've been with has never had the problem you do."

That hits you square in the chest.

Head cocking back as you frown with immediate offense flaring over, "Excuse me? Are you... are you talking about squirting, Sato? You can't be serious."

"I am," He said without hesitation. "If it's just something you can't do, I'd rather you tell me than making me look like an idiot when we fuck."

"What?" Your eyes narrowed as your anger bled into something strictly hurt. "I... I'm sure I can. Maybe we're just doing something wro-"

"We?" Sato cuts you off instantly. Then his tone seemed firmer and you knew he didn't think things through when he said, "No, no, you've got shit backwards here. I can assure you I'm not doing anything wrong, that's all you."

Something inside you finally boiled over.

"All me?" You scoffed, pushing yourself out of the bed. The cold air wrapping itself around you felt like even more of a wake-up call than what he'd just said. "Oh, sorry for not being like all the other twenty girls you sleep with."

Grabbing your clothes with uncoordinated and janky movements after wiping away any lingering trace of what had happened, you subconsciously wished you could've erased the moment entirely from start to finish. Your hands trembled as you got dressed, seemingly more from the heated emotions waving through you than the embarrassment.

Sato stiffened upon hearing your words. For the first time—probably in his life—his confidence had cracked. "Shit—wait," He rushed out, trying to step towards you and stop you from leaving.

It was almost like he himself wasn't aware of how severely fucked up his actions and words were.

His hand reached out for your arm, "I-I didn't mean it like that, c'mon. I just—"

"Save it, asshole." You spat back at him, shoving his hand out the way and storming out his room before giving him a chance to say anything else.

He'd said more than enough to have your vision blurry and heart pounding in your chest as if pained.

The hallway was dim, your footsteps quickened to carry you as far away from him as possible, and your emotions buzzed all too loudly in your ears for you to think straight. You think you hear something clash against the wall back in Sato's room but you ignore it.

You're so wrapped up in your feelings that you're not even paying attention to where you're going. You only made it a few steps down the hall before you collided with something solid.

Someone solid.

Gasping as you stumble back, a pair of hands come up to steady you. "Ah, sorry," a voice hums out to you. The sound is soft as it reverberates throughout the hallway but your chest feels as though it's caving inwards since the guy in front of you sounded exactly like Sato.

There was a pitch of unfamiliarity in it, though. One that made you look up.

For a moment, you thought maybe you'd fallen off the bed earlier and that everything thus far had been some type of hallucination because surely Sato wasn't standing right in front of you right now.

...Except, with glasses? And a dorkier look in his eyes?

With the same snowy white hair, the same perfectly sharp jawline—that's somehow a tad softer—and the same dazzling blue eyes, he stared at you all longingly as if an angel had fallen right into his arms or something. The only difference between him and his brother being the black glasses sitting center on the bridge of his nose.

Despite the hallway's lack of lighting, you swear you see his cheeks flush with red as the moment of exchanged staring passes.

Prior to this, you'd only ever heard rumors of Sato having a twin brother but you never once imagined those would turn out to be true. The man's eyes widen slightly as he really looks at you, confusion flickering across his face whilst he takes in your flushed skin, the way your clothes are hanging off of you as though you'd rushed to put them all, and how your eyes are somberly glossed over.

"I-," You try to blink that wetness out of your gaze and then clear your throat. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

"It's fine," He replies as he thoughtlessly continues to hold onto your arms. Then, uncertainly, "You're... Sato's, uh—"

"Sato's what?" You cut off harsher than you meant to.

There was no way he was about to refer to you as that asshole's girlfriend or anything like that, right?

His mouth visibly goes taut, realizing he was about to step into something fragile. Instead of responding, he just stands there awkwardly enough to piss you off even more.

Groaning, you push past him and continue storming down the hall. You didn't have time for whatever that was about to turn into.

Unbeknownst to you, he'd stood there and watched as you walked away—cursing himself out for letting his opportunity to talk to you pass him by like that. He'd known who you were for months prior to this. Out of all the women Sato brought over, you were the only one Toru took a genuine interest in.

It's unfortunate for him that Sato's a stingy asshole who doesn't care to introduce the two of you. Because of that, Toru had to go out of his way just to get glimpses of your personality.

He was always home when Sato brought you over, always in his room that's just one wall over while the two of you fucked—listening and secretly getting off to those gorgeous moans you let off. Toru knew it was perverted of him to do so, but he truly couldn't help himself.

Now here he is with sagging shoulders at the fact that he totally fucked up his first interaction with you.

He heard the whole argument between you and his brother and came out into the hallway hoping to come to your rescue or at least cheer you up, even if only for a second. Yet, all he managed to do was piss you off with his awkwardness and lack of confident social skills.

After a few minutes, Toru straightens up and settles his jaw in a way that says he'd made some type of silent decision. That wasn't going to be the last time he interacted with you—no matter how badly his brother fucked up—he knew you'd be back eventually.

As he turns back to his room, he promises to himself that next time he sees you, he won't hesitate or fumble things with you.

——

A few weeks pass before anything else noteworthy occurs.

In that time, things between you and Sato remain rocky, to say the utmost least. Conversations between the two of you were more careful, apologies came far slower than they should've, and some semblance of trust had been rebuilt in uneven steps.

Sometimes he was sweet and more attentive than he had been before that big argument, kinda like he was afraid it'd happen again. Other times he'd slip up and those old habits would seep through, any excuse he gave you dressed up charmingly enough for you to ultimately end up forgiving him again.

The fact that you both were trying had to be enough to count for something, otherwise the two of you were better off calling it quits months ago.

Somewhere in the middle of that relationship, Toru became familiar to you. You went out of your way to see him whenever you visited the Gojo estate, even if you were only there for Sato.

He was almost always cooped up in his room, drowning himself in his studies—textbooks stacked neatly on his desk, handwritten notes color-coded and meticulously organized.

It wasn't long before you realized he and his brother were complete opposites. Where Sato excelled in partying and socializing, Toru peaked in academics and hobbies that were far more niche.

You remember poking your head into his room one time to say hi and catching him lost in Digimon reruns with strategy guides pulled up on his nearby laptop. He was so engrossed in it that he hadn't even heard you saying something to him.

Situations like that are what got the two of you to be something close to friends.

Though, you still didn't know him any more than you knew Sato. You were still kept at an arm's length from either of their personalities beyond what was noticeable. Sato made sure of that where both he and his twin were concerned.

While he did soften up with you, he still wasn't interested in keeping you that close—not close enough to know him. And he damn sure wouldn't let you go off and try to find that in Toru.

Anytime you and the nerdier Gojo sibling were alone, Sato was intruding minutes later. Always interrupting.

Even when you ran into Toru on campus.

One time when you found him outside the library, standing near a vending machine and ran up to talk to him, Sato seemed to spawn out of thin air with his arm around you is if to silently tell his brother to fuck off.

You weren't sure what had gotten into him as far as that was concerned. He didn't care when you talked to anyone else.

This was but another unfortunate thing for you since you were quite fond of Toru. He remembered little things about you; your major, your favorite cafe, and even your preferred place to sit in lecture halls.

If you asked Sato questions about any of those things, he'd probably shrug and ask you why any of it matters in the first place.

But you bet that dick for brains could tell you which position makes you cum the fastest...

It's regrettably because of that as to why you're currently standing at the large front doors to his home, having rung the bell only a few seconds ago due to an earlier text requesting you come over.

In said text, Sato promised that he only wanted to talk to you and you chose to believe him.

Just for Toru to swing the door open with a surprised look on his face.

"Oh, hey." He began, pushing his glasses further up on his face so that he could get a proper look at you. "If you're looking for Sato, he's not here. I actually think he's been gone for the past three hours or so."

Disappointment settles into you and you roll your eyes, already annoyed. "Of course he has," You sigh.

Toru offers you a half-comforting grin before stepping back a bit and opening the door wider for you, "He'll probably be back soon though, if you wanna come in?"

You debated leaving but the prospect of being able to spend some alone time with Toru is what swayed you into staying.

Which is how you ended up in their living room.

The rest of the house was quieter than Sato ever allowed it to be. There was no music blaring, none of his restless pacing or constant yammering about fuck knows what. The only thing heard was the low hum of the TV ahead of you and Toru.

He'd put on a movie a few minutes ago and although you'd agreed to watch it with him, you kept glancing towards the front door hoping to see Sato walk in any moment now.

It never happens.

Sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, you and Toru are steady to find comfort in one another's presence. You eventually let yourself focus on what he'd put on, snorting whenever he laughed at the unfunniest bits of it and finding yourself mused by the easiness of it all.

You noticed how Toru also tried to sneak his eyes onto you here and there, lacking that smoothness his slightly older brother had and always catching your attention when he did it.

The two of you even shared those warm moments where you'd catch him staring and then whisper, "What, is something on my face?"

To which he'd swallow thickly and shake his head, "No, not at all. Sorry..."

His shyness is probably what drew you in the most about him. You loved how often he avoided eye contact with you, how gentle his voice always came out, and the way he'd begin to adjust himself against the couch due to the smallest of things.

The night was going well enough for you to forget all about—

Your phone rang and Sato's name was lighting up your screen.

At the sight, your shoulders went tense and you were unsure if you should answer it or not. Toru looked over at you but he didn't say anything.

The movie continued to play ahead as you picked up the phone and quietly spoke to Sato, "What?"

Whatever was said to you on the other end made your jaw clench—something of which Toru noted instantly. He didn't mean to be nosy but it was hard not to when minutes passed and you were clearly getting frustrated about your conversation.

"You sound drunk," You're heard muttering, making Toru's ears perk up and then strain to hear more.

Sato is just barely heard grumbling in response, "M'not drunk, baby."

Your shoulders slump, "Did you even mean to text me?"

There's a long pause. Toru tenses up and Sato's heard burping.

"I texted you?" The man on the phone asks, making your entire mood sink. "Hahhh, fuck. I don' remember doing that.. What uh, what'd I say?"

"You said you needed to talk." You reply rigidly.

He nods even though you can't see him, "Ah... I mean, I do need to talk to you but," Pausing to grumble, "Don't see why I didn't jus' call.. Anyway, s-so yesterday I was with this girl 'n she said m'not doin' anything wrong."

His early attempt at trying to convince you he wasn't drunk fell flat in that instant. You stare into space for a moment, "What?"

"Remember how we got into it about your squirting problem?" Sato blurts out in response.

You could feel yourself getting irritated with him all over again. You hated the way he said that like it was truly an issue on your end alone, even though the two of you have talked about it after the argument.

"My squirting problem? You mean the fact that you can't get me there?" You snapped back, matching his energy for just a second and unintentionally gaining the dull attention of his nosy brother.

At this point, you don't think you cared whether or not he overheard.

"No, no, I cannnn..." Sato drags out drunkenly. Then you hear this giggle in the background before he adds, "This girl told me it really is you 'n not me. Because like-"

You hang up the phone before he can continue.

The last thing you wanted to do was entertain whatever the fuck he was about to tell you for any longer than you had to. Your phone falls down into your lap and you feel it buzzing a few seconds later but you only swipe it back up to silence it entirely.

After which, the room falls into a thick quietness that swallows up both you and Toru. Even the movie playing ahead had switched to a soundless scene that only added to the shift in moods.

A few minutes of this stillness pass before you feel the weight on the other side of the couch shifting. Your eyes flick over and you see him readjusting himself in his seat.

You don't question it nor say anything but his sudden movements do manage to pull you out of your funk for a second. Ignoring it, you pick your phone back up to see that Sato had texted you a bunch of gibberish—the only sensible message you can make out being one of him begging you to text or call back.

As soon as you start typing, his twin decides to clear his throat again.

“I mean, it can’t be that hard.” Toru says all timidly, his words catching enough to snag your attention away from your phone.

Your thumb goes idle against the screen and you look up at him to see his cheeks colored over with bright red. He was looking off to his left and you could tell by the rapid rise and fall of his chest that his breathing had gone off-track.

Clearly, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

You chuckle as if intrigued by his words, humming, “Your brother said the same thing."

Toru scoffs and then speaks without thinking again, “He doesn’t care enough.”

Cocking a brow, “Doesn’t care enough to make me squirt?” You ask.

The sound of the man’s breath hitching was clearer than the dense tension between you both. “Obviously not,” Toru continues, lifting two slim fingers up to the center of his glasses to adjust them against his nose. “If he did, he would’ve made sure you… uh, did that.”

Never would you have expected to have this kind of conversation with the same man who can barely look you in the eye. But it was clear something had changed. Even in his body language, you saw how he'd sat up a bit straighter against the couch and let his legs sprawl out wider—almost invitingly so.

He was still avoiding your gaze but the sturdiness in his voice is what intrigued you the most.

“Did what, Toru? Say it,” You pressed, putting your phone down and turning on the couch to face him fully.

You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat with the way he gulped thickly. “He would’ve uhm..." Toru pauses to take a deep breath—mentally reminding himself that he swore not to embarrass himself in front of you again—and then clears his throat one more time, "He would've made sure you squirted.”

Too shy to look at you just yet, he misses how the look in your eyes changes entirely. It was like seeing him in a new light.

Not that you hadn't thought about it before. He does look exactly like Sato and there's been a few times where you've wondered what it'd be like to be the cause of his glasses going crooked 'n foggy.

Biting back a smile, “Well, he makes me cum a lot.” You explain to him casually. Certainly Toru wouldn't have started talking to you about this if he didn't at least have some advice for you, “Like, back to back.”

He nods, nimble fingers fidgeting over one another in his lap, “Then, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

You bat your lashes at him all cluelessly, “But—“

“As I said the first time,” Toru looks at you all of a sudden, his eyes mildly terrified behind his frames despite the attempt of confidence spreading over his face. There was a devilishly sexy blend of sureness and hesitancy plastered all over his features, “It can’t be that hard.”

The direct eye contact and few inches of space between where you two were sitting made everything feel hot all of a sudden. Blush melts itself into his skin again and it was clear that this initiated flirting of his was a first time thing.

You knew Toru found you intimidating and that subconsciously accepted fact only made you want to see more. More of your affect on him.

Sliding closer to him on the couch, your voice slyly dips into something more taunting, “You sound like you wanna try.”

Watching the way his jaw flexes, teeth tightly gritted within his mouth, and throat struggling to conceal the high-pitched sound that threatened to jump out of him—your affect on the man was as clear as day.

Somehow, Toru manages to maintain his confident facade, “Would you let me if I did?”

“Do you?” You ask quicker than he expects you to.

His head felt like it was spinning already. Is this what it's like to do drugs? Does his brother get to experience this all the time?

Toru gulps again, “Do I.. what?”

Now he was playing dumb on purpose, as if he wasn't the one who commenced this whole thing with his earlier statement.

Which makes you giggle, “You’re the smartest guy I know, Toru." Your compliment makes his heart skip a few beats. Then your head tilts and your tone softens, "Don’t start acting dumb just to appeal to me.”

He bats those pretty white lashes at you with his eyes all doe-like on you for a moment before he looks down, “I just… I wanted to hear you say it.”

You stand up from the couch all of a sudden and he freezes up. Then you walk over and stand right in between his legs, moving a hand to his chin and forcing his head up. “Do you wanna try making me squirt?”

Toru shakes his head and your brows furrow. His face nuzzles into your hand, forcing it to spread open as his cheek presses into your palm, “It’s not something to be tried, it’s just something I can do for you.” He explains.

Your thumb brushes against his cheek and his glasses slip down his nose a bit. Smiling, “Someone's confident.”

He merely whispers, “‘Can’t be that hard.”

——

Ten minutes later and you're wondering why he wasn't the first Gojo twin you met.

Loong fingers stretching your pussy out crudely, hot tongue attacking your clit like he wanted to lick you into numbness, and eyes still doe-like as they remain glued up on your face—Toru was nothing like his slightly older brother.

No, no, he aimed not only to please but to learn how you like to be pleased.

Whereas Sato would just sleep with you the same way he did with anyone else—beyond confident in his own abilities to bring a woman pleasure—Toru was the kinda man who took his time to work you up specifically.

“Taste s’good,” He praised in a tone deeper than you knew to be capable from him. You were laying across the couch now and he was stuffed neatly in between your legs. Whining, “More,” as he tugged at your thighs, his jaw going slack, and his mouth smearing against your cunt. “Gimme’ more—mmpfh. Please?"

You weren't sure what more he could be referring to when his fingertips were already twirling something sinful against your g-spot. You had a hand buried into his hair, your other behind you as you held onto the couch to steady yourself with the way he feasted on you as if your pussy was the best thing to wet up his tongue.

“Ah, T-Toru, fuck!” You cried out, unconsciously pulling away from him when his fingers focused in deep against that soppy spot—addicted to the way your slick gushed out around his hand and left a sweet mess against the couch.

His fingers leave your insides for only a second and a half before he's shoving them into his mouth to suck the taste off. Toru's eyes rolled back for a moment before he let both of his hands redirect to your inner thighs and then spread you out wider just so nothing was obstructing your view of the way he sloppily kissed your cunt.

Small strings of aroused filth would hang in between his mouth and your puffy pussylips, all of which would get licked off by his eager tongue before he dove back in for more.

Before you'd let him make his way down there, you recall the way he oh-so-awkwardly kissed you. He hardly had a clue what to do with his tongue when it was against yours but now that he was in between your legs, he became an entirely different person.

Suckling the dewy tastes into his mouth and guzzling it down his throat just to let it linger, Toru was nothing short of desperate to make you feel good. So much so that his brain practically turns off as he moves his hands to grip your hips and then lifts the lower half of your body up against his face.

His mouth nuzzled harder against you and you felt the wiggling tip of his tongue slap against your clenching walls. He softly humped the couch as he ate you out, letting the sounds of your moans coax him into giving you everything he could.

Toru only pulled away from your cunt when his glasses fogged up too much for him to see your face. And before you could offer to wipe them off or anything, you met his gaze with the way his head angled for you to do so.

His voice deep and aching, “Sit on my face,” He requested before whining again. “Pleasepleaseplease,” the man panted almost puppy-like and then seared his next words right into your clit with the edge of his tongue, “Need it s’bad.”

You don't think you had it anywhere in you to deny him when he was asking so nicely like that.

But by the time the two of you had flipped over and you were left hovering over his pleasantly flushed face—his shaky hands tight against your hips—you were a little too nervous to sit down.

Toru had caught his breath by now but nothing about his starved appetite had changed. Those previously soft blue eyes of his seemed to pierce straight through you in a way that Sato's sometimes would. You know they're twins and all but fuck, it was nerve-wracking to experience that hungry look from the alleged "shy" twin.

“Ride it," Toru husked out all of a sudden, giving your body the faintest pull.

Your eyes went all wide, “…Your mouth?”

Instead of clarifying things or being patient with you, he snatches your frame down with a strength you didn't know he possessed. Moaning before your core even reaches his lips again, “Want you to feed your pussy to me.”

Then he was practically suctioned to you again, eyes rolling back far enough for the whites to be visible beneath the foggy frames of his glasses.

“Ohfuck,” You cry out, the upper half of your body slumping forward a bit as your thighs squeeze around his head.

You felt the way Toru smiled at the feeling, almost like he was exactly where he'd wanted to be. His tongue skated up into you with a vigor you'd never felt before.

The man ate pussy like he wanted the results of your release plastered all over those pretty glasses of his, leaving him with sogged vision and a numbed tongue. It was yet another thing that made him so much different than his brother because although that man had stamina like no other and knew how to use his cock, he never once ate you out.

Meanwhile Toru couldn’t seem to get enough.

He even left a needy smack to your ass, encouraging you to do as he initially asked of you and ride his face. It wasn’t until his tongue was constantly plunging past your glissading folds that you unconsciously rolled your hips forward and earned a whimper from him in response.

Then the hands on your hips began to tug at you again, not even begging you for more but demanding it now.

You could no longer focus on the way he looked with splashes of your slick spread out on his glasses in nasty droplets since the tip of his nose had bumped up against your clit, and his jaw went slack just to adhere to your drooling nerves.

The sensation made your entire body flinch, but he wouldn’t let you pull up. For the nth time, you were stunned by Toru’s strength.

His tongue was thick and gathering against your pussy, not letting a singular drop of your taste escape his mouth until something light ghosted out of you.

“S-Something feels-, nngh,” Your struggles were just the cutest thing. “Different.” You tried to warn him.

His head tilted slightly and you felt his lips curve against you again as he smiled knowingly. Plucking his mouth away from you for the first time in forever with a wet pop!, Toru let his warm breath pat your quivering hole as he whispered, “It’s supposed to feel different, sweet girl. That’s what happens when you come to the right twin.”

Cocky. You never knew Toru had that in him—must be a trait that runs into family.

Except, it’s not like he was wrong. Once he lathered his tongue back in and sucked on your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane, you felt that coiling burn building up inside you. You knew you were gonna squirt despite never experiencing it before.

But it felt like too much, made you feel dirty as you neared that shattering edge. So much so that you tried so hard to snatch yourself away from Toru, whining excessively only for each sound to fall on completely deaf ears.

Your legs had clamped around his head so tight that he was getting lightheaded from his lack of oxygen—not that he cared. He had one singular goal and nothing was gonna stop him from reaching it.

It wasn’t long before it happened as his complimenting moans turned into graveling groans. The sounds vibrated against your pussy and you were tongue-fucked right into something blissful. Bleary white streaks coated your vision and you think you would’ve fallen over if not for the mean grasp he had on you.

Toru had done it, he managed to make you squirt.

By the time your brain feels like it’s functioning enough to hold a conversation, you let your vision come back to you and look down to see his soaked face.

His eyes are dazed whilst they peer up at you, appreciation swirling through his pupils. Those same glasses you’ve managed to squirt over are now crooked and you wonder if that’s from the way you unconsciously started rutting your hips forward just a few minutes ago.

Toru didn’t do anything but pant heavily—his breath stuttering here and there due to how long he went without breathing properly. When he finds the energy to send you another boyish grin, you feel a wave of embarrassment flutter over.

“Shit,” You huff, slowly moving from over his face and then grabbing his glasses.

With his face revealed, you saw how unfairly pretty he was with content written into his skin.

Then he chuckles softly, “You don’t have t’clean those.” Toru tells you, tone mumbled.

You were trying to wipe his glasses off with your shirt but he’d moved his hand to your wrist to stop you.

“I like the mess,” he added.

After which you’re stuck staring at him while he takes the wet glasses out of your hand and puts them back on his face. Surely there’s some hygienic concerns to take into consideration here but he’s not at all worrying about that right now.

Not with the painfully hard cock he’s got twitching in between his legs.

He wasn’t gonna tell you out of fear you’d assume he was some kinda loser (he is) but, not only did he cum half-way through eating you out, he also got hard again when that messy stream came pouring out of you.

Toru’s never made a woman squirt before but he did study enough videos to—clearly—figure out how it’s done. He didn’t think it would work so easily with you since all he had to use was his tongue but considering the way you just-

“Can you do that again?” Your voice hits his ears all of a sudden and his eyes widen.

“W-What?” Toru chokes, “You uh, you want me to make you squirt again?”

You nod and then move to sit back a little, not exactly in his lap but still close enough for your body heat to mingle. Your finger trails down the center of his torso slowly as you speak, “It felt really good. I wanna do it again,” You requested almost innocently. “But, on your cock this time.”

He doesn’t know how he managed not to cum at the sound of that.

Toru knew you were bold, he knew you could be a bit of a ditz at time, but fuck—did you have any idea of the things you were asking for sometimes?

Mustering up that faux confidence from before, he leans up and hums. “Alright, yeah… I can do that.” He thinks. Not that he’ll admit his lack of assuredness to you though. His hands simply move against your body and you hardly realize what’s going on until he’s swooped you up in his arms. “But not here.”

You blink dumbfoundedly, “Why not?”

“I have a better idea.”

——

When he said that, you didn’t think the better idea in question would be having sex in his brother’s room.

You recognized the path there as Toru carried you, felt the familiarity when he laid you down on the bed, and smelled the same scent of Sato lingering around even as Toru tried to distract you with kisses.

It seemed to be surprise after surprise with this man.

“I think after all the times I’ve had to hear the two of you fuck,” Toru’s hands were running down your body—his touch smoother than his brother’s ever were. “It’s only fair that I make you squirt in the same place he never could, right?”

Too many thoughts of sin swirled in your head for you to answer that properly so all you did was nod your head again. Which was yet another thing he found cute.

It’s no wonder Sato kept you to himself all this time.

That realization becomes even clearer by the time Toru’s got his cock freed from his clothing, his pinkish tip dribbling precum down onto your cunt while he gapes at the sight.

With his clothes all gone, you realized that he’d been hiding a ripped body under all those baggy, nerdy-branded tees he wore. His muscles would flex without him even trying and he didn’t even notice how badly you were drooling over him until he stopped looking at your weeping hole and remembered to redirect his gaze up.

Seeing how you’re staring at his abs like you wanted to take a bite out of him, he leaned all the way up and allowed himself to be on full display for you. His cock bobbed with its hardness due to the way you admired him.

He was only reminded again that his brother got this time and time again and was too selfish to share.

What an asshole.

Toru scoffed and let his head cock to the left, peaking down at his length still hanging over your lower abdomen. “Hm,” His hand moved and he began to measure himself in comparison to how deep inside you he’d be within the next few minutes—hand stopping only a few inches short of your belly button. “Does he reach this far?”

You flinched out of your gawking thoughts and moved your attention to where his hand was, gasping at the debauched sight in between your legs.

Truth be told, the fact that they were twins clearly applied to every inch of their bodies. But if you looked hard enough, you could notice that Sato’s is a bit longer while Toru’s has that veining thickness.

To avoid making the man jealous, you shrug and make eye contact with him again, “Put it in and find out.”

Toru laughs dryly and you throb. Something had changed from before. His shyness seemed like it hid itself away considering there was nothing shy about how he wrapped his hand around his cock and then let it slap slap slap! against your swollen folds.

Your body twitched at each slap but what caught his attention most is how your cunt salivated with each one.

“Huh. I think I figured it out,” Toru breathed, his glasses slipping a bit.

Then he guides his dick up to swab around your clit for a couple seconds just to see the way your hips instantly squirm up for more. The smile that drags out across his face is chillingly close to the one Sato wears while he fucks you.

“There it is,” Toru whispers, hauling his cock down and letting his plump tip poke against your hole to feel you clench, and then slide back. “That’s what you like. You like being teased.”

You were so needy that you felt your slick wetly sliding down your skin to pool beneath you, “N-No, I just—“

“Shhh, focus on how this feels, pretty girl.” He instructs. All the shakiness you normally heard in his speech was gone and replaced with something sinfully commanding—yearning only to teach you true pleasure. “See how my cock keeps slipping out? Mmgh,” He repeated his action from before and your hips bucked for more this time, making him huff. “Don’t you want it inside you sooo badly?”

Your hand reached down for him, trying your damndest to angle him into you, “I do. Toru please,” You pleaded delightfully.

His naturally submissive nature leads him to slip an inch in but the dewy warmth of your pussy makes him let out a stuttered gasp. Then he lets his cock slop right out of you with another ringing sound of filth spurring out into the air. His deft cockhead thwacks at your quivering hole again and your eyes roll back.

"Say that again." Toru grunts, slapping your parted folds with his cock again to emphasize his words, "Beg me for it."

Your back arches up off the bed this time and you’ve got the prettiest look of desperation on your face, "Mnh, please?"

Fuck. He was not strong enough to drag this out any longer.

Nor was he reader for how welcoming your cunt is for him. Swallowing him in inch by stretching inch, Toru’s left with a slacked jaw as he finally slides into you. Choking on his own breath, “O-Ohh… Oh fuck.” he pants, “You’re so wet. F-Fuck, were you always this wet? Shit..”

You let off a pleasant string of moans that make his cock twitch wildly inside you before he even makes it halfway in.

Managing a short breath, you smile up at him, “Didn’t know you could curse s’much, Toru.”

He knew right then and there he was fucked.

“G-Gonna cum,” He whimpers as he drops his face down into your neck. The singular utterance of his name is what did it for him.

You thought he was just being dramatic but when you feel velvety ropes of creamy cum flooding into you followed by his throaty grunts against the crook of your neck, you realize he was being everything but.

The man could barely move his hips and all he had to offer you was thick loads in sporadic spurts and whiny groans.

By the time you feel his cum escaping where the two of you are still connected, you’re slow to snort, “…Toru?”

“Shit,” He gasps immediately, “Shitshitshit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cum,” His head flies up, white hairs sticking to his forehead from sweat and eyes all wide and apologetic on yours, “I just-, you felt so good. I couldn’t-, fuck. I’m—“

“It’s okay,” You giggle, moving your hands to cup his face, “Just keep goin’.”

“But-,” His eyes travel back and forth between your own as he continues to stare. It takes Toru a long moment to realize he’s… still hard.

With a breathless oh tumbling out of his kiss-bitten lips, he rolls his hips forward and pushes his cum deeper into you as a creamy squelch rings out. “O-Ohh, fuck. That sounds s’nasty...” He murmurs, arousal decorating his expression from the sound.

“Mhm,” You whir, tugging him down to kiss you.

If Sato had good stamina then, as twins, Toru should too, right?

A very intimate mess of his hips rocking down into you carries on with your lips sliding over one another. Unlike his older sibling who typically fucked like his every thrust guaranteed pleasure (it did), Toru moved inside you in the same way his mouth moved over yours—awkward but careful.

The streeeetch from his cock definitely made up for his lack of hurried strokes since his steady pace forced you to feel every prodding inch.

He may not have lasted long inside you without cumming but he was able to bring you to an orgasm of your own, whispering things into your mouth about how perfect you were—how his brother never deserved any of this.

It made your heart feel heavy and your cunt sloppily sang around his cock up until the sound of something dropping made you both gasp.

“What the fuck.” Sato’s voice was heard seething, having dropped the bag he had hanging off of his shoulder.

When Toru pulls away from you and glances back, you manage to move your head enough to catch a glimpse of how Sato stuck was staring at the way his twin steadily fucking you to gentle tears.

“S-Sato,” You sputtered out, suddenly feeling Toru’s hand move to press down your lower abdomen—tightening the pressure around his cock and making him feel impossibly bigger inside you. “Ohmygod-,” Both men heard the way you choked, “M’gonna cum.”

Only to be interrupted by Toru scoffing, "Not yet. Someone has to teach this guy how to make you squirt, right?"

“No one has to teach me shit,” Sato argued as he fully entered his bedroom.

What a sight—his own brother fucking his favorite girl. Sato never thought he’d see the day, honestly.

Hell, he didn’t even know what to say. The sight of you two wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Toru had his face so it was like seeing himself fuck you. But, y’know, with glasses…

“Clearly someone does,” Toru’s delayed response came after he’d tugged his cock out of you, watching his cum sap out and soil his brother’s bedsheets. “Especially if I was able to do it.”

Rolling his eyes, “Bullshit.” Sato spat without letting his brother’s words register properly. When they finally do, an appalled expression colors over him, “Wait, what? No way, show me.”

Toru moves a hand to scratch the back of his neck, looking off to the side dorkishly, “Uh, we didn’t record it or anything–”

“No, I mean do it again, four eyes.” His older brother clarifies rudely.

You sit up at that. Glancing back and forth between the two for a moment and then settling your eyes onto Sato, “What?”

“I don’t believe him,” Sato huffs as comes to sit on the edge of his bed. Throwing his eyes onto you, “So, if he really made you squirt then surely he has no issue doing it again.”

You blink. “You want him to do that in front of you?”

“I want to see you squirt, period,” He admits, “I don’t care who gets it outta’ you at this point.”

You and Toru then exchange glances before looking at him.

“Well?” Sato scoffs. “If you’re gonna go out of your way to fuck in my bed, don’t stop now that I’m here. Put on a fuckin’ show for me.”

Ever so demanding he was…

——

Not that you or Toru seemed to care.

The next position you end up in is rather… precarious, to say the least.

You thought you were left stretched before but that feeling was utterly pale in comparison to what you felt now. Toru had you bouncing up and down his heavy cock, letting it talk you through every pummeling thrust by leaving sweltering smooches against the deepest crevices of your cunt.

Your maw was left to dangle open and you looked like a true slut in the eyes of the Gojo twins. As one fucked you beyond dumb, the other was sat in front of you with his hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm running up and down that wildly long cock of his as sticky precum glistened out from his tip.

Drool and spit trickled all down your jaw and fell onto the floor below and you couldn’t move in any way to escape Toru’s desperate thrusts.

The sound of sweaty skin slacking and clashing against one another echoed through Sato’s large bedroom whilst he watched and got off to the sight.

Your arms and legs were locked firmly in Toru’s grip and he was just using your pussy to satisfy that swollen ache he’d been dealing with for fuck knows how long now.

The remnants of his cum sobbed downwards and left a messy ring around his base, the pearly color nearly mocking the white happy trail of hair he had.

"Tighter-, hahh.. squeeze around me tighter, please." Toru muttered into your ear, having found himself pussydrunk and slopped. The walls of your pussy narrowed around him and his hips snapped up a little faster, "Good girl, just like that. F-Fuuck... you're gonna make me c-cum." Toru whimpered.

A singular gasp of, "Inside.” from your horribly sore throat makes both him and his brother groan.

"Again? Shiit," Toru sent a bragging smile ahead before bucking his hips up into you faster as if to prove a point. Still talking into your ear, "Y'want me to breed you in front of Sato? Damn, you're sluttier than I thought you'd be."

You feel his weighty balls pounding up against your skin as his cock bullied in deeper, your pussy stretched into the prettiest shape and molded perfectly around him.

Sato couldn’t take his eyes off the errotic sight and his hand moved faster, his own hips thrusting up as he reminisced on that feeling of positioning into you. The man swears he could feel you wrapped around him just from watching his brother handle you.

It was so different to see things from this perspective but fuck was it sexy. Your tits bounced as Toru dragged you up up upp and then let his hips meet you halfway with a needy thrust as he let your body come back down.

"Mmngh, Toru!" You moaned softly.

To which his teeth nipped at your ear, "It's so cute when you say my name like that," He huffs, "Do you like me that much? Hm? Like the way Toru treats this pussy?"

You weakly moved your head in agreement, tears running down your cheeks, "Uhuhh… f-fuuuck, Toru. M’cummin.”

His movements grew faster then, ruder. The plump crown of his cock mashed into that sweet spot of yours over and over and over as if to make the spot his new home—imprint himself there permanently.

Breathing all heavy against you, “S’okay, let it out, sweetheart. Show him what he should be making you do, yeah?”

Sato cums a split second before it actually happens, based on the fact that it was about to happen. Thank god you were too drunk to see it because he’s watching with teary eyes as you squirt all over Toru—his dick slipping out of you because of it and the mess spraying ahead filthily.

Your pussy quivers from the release and you’re whining all through it, the cooing sound of Toru whispering you through your high prominence in your ear. You could barely think, barely breathe because of the intensity of it all.

When you calm down from it, Toru’s still got you in his arms and all you’re left to focus on is Sato’s pouty face as he continues to stroke himself.

“Well, fuck. Look at you,” He spoke hoarsely the moment he noticed your attention on him, his head resting back against his headboard, “Just a whore for some Gojo cock, huh?”

Your head barely bobs in response—far too dazed to answer that with a properly functioning brain.

Sato’s hand squeezes around his tip and his brows furrow, “Yeahhh? Y’liked watching me jerk off like some pathetic loser while I let my brother fuck you?” He hardly waited for another answer out of you before nodding his chin, “Bet you do. Look at that pussy, so fuckin’ wet from this.”

Toru’s easing you down on the bed in between the both of them, puffing, “Unfair of you to keep her all to yourself, Sato.”

Keeping things simple, “I’m willing to share now.”

…

Things should have ended there. Seriously.

But, allas, the hold these two have over you appeared to be much stronger than you thought.

“Wrap those lips around me, baby.” Sato had requested, watching your shaky limbs move in between his legs.

Toru was somewhere behind you, diving his face back into your cunt to… clean the mess he left in there, apparently.

Out of both of them, Toru was definitely the more perverted one—currently eating his own cum out of your cunt after giving you some bullshit excuse about wanting to keep you clean.

All he wanted was to stick his tongue inside you again. You weren’t that dumb.

While you gathered Sato’s cock into your palm and let your lips press into his tip, he hissed as his face twisted up due to sensitivity. Easing a hand onto your head, “Atta girl. Choke on this dick while he cleans you up. Wanna see every inch down that throat.”

His words never failed to leave your cunt soused, a physical reaction of which met Toru’s compliant tongue.

Sato’s bed was a mess of all sorts of fluids—overly due for a washing after all that had taken place thus far. His cock was somewhere in the back of your throat and he felt your moans tremble against him whenever Toru slurped against you just right.

The three of you were lazy with everything by now and the only thing that made the Gojo siblings perk up was when you ended up gifting Toru’s mouth with another raining mess.

Oh, Sato was in awe at the sight all over again. So much so that it’s what caused his next orgasm. He was so dazed by your squirting that he didn’t even bother to ask you to swallow what he’d just unconsciously thrusted into your throat.

Normally that’s his favorite part; watching or asking you to swallow his seed. Yet, he’d missed all of that because seeing his brother’s face smothered in your wetness left him shocked.

“Ohhh, shit. That was more than the first time.” Toru said as he finally pulled himself from in between your legs.

Sato’s ears twitch and he cocks a brow. Daze broke completely, “First time?” he asked. It was clear he still didn’t believe that his geeky, clumsy, and overall awkward sibling made that happen before he walked in.

Toru looks at his brother, “Yeah… More than the first time she squirted.”

Sato stares. “You… You made her squirt before I got here?” Disbelief was evident in his tone.

He chuckles, “You asked me that like it’s hard or something, of course I did.”

You pull yourself up from Sato’s softening cock just in time and give the two slow blinks while transferring your gaze back and forth. Sleepiness wasn’t slow to overcome you.

Sato met your eyes with his pointed ones and puffed all brat-like, “Soooo… you’re gonna do that for only me next time, right?”

There’s not a singular thought inside your head as you blatantly ignore him. Then, you turn over and plop onto the bed to lay down—back facing the two of them.

“Hello?” Sato taps your shoulder and then jokingly adds a comedic, “Chat, am I muted…?”

Toru snorts with a shake of his head, getting out the bed to start cleaning up the mess you three collectively made within the past few hours.

Then, you’re wondering if the roles had reversed for a second when he grumbles, “Fuckin’ loser…”

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[starspenxcie]

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18+ MDNI, smut and crack - when bf!gojo doesn't fit you anymore...

“ow.”

“i haven’t even put it in yet.”

“then why does it already hurt?”

you’re lying flat on your back, legs up, bracing yourself like you’re about to be hit by a semi-truck. and, in some ways, you are.

gojo is between your legs. naked. flushed. hard as hell.

you haven’t had sex in a month.

not because anything’s wrong - just life. work. missions. stress. your period. the whole “falling asleep at 9:30 like an old married couple” thing.

but now it’s saturday. the sheets are clean. the vibe is right.

except.

except.

his dick doesn’t fit.

"have you gotten bigger?" you demand.

he raises a brow. "what, like my dick’s bulking without me?"

you swat his arm. "i’m serious. it didn’t used to feel like this."

"yeah, well, maybe your pussy shrank."

"maybe your ego grew so massive it displaced all the blood flow."

he snorts. kisses your knee. "god, i missed you."

you sigh. "i missed you too. just not… like this. impaled."

he groans dramatically. collapses forward to bury his face in your chest. "this is so sad. my baby can’t take dick anymore. how will we go on."

"maybe we just cuddle. like normal people."

he pops back up, scandalized. "cuddle? baby. no. i already cried three times in the shower this week. you can’t take this from me."

you burst out laughing. "what."

"i’m emotionally repressed. i need this."

you wipe your eyes. "you’re insane."

but still. you look at him - messy white hair, flushed cheeks, toned chest heaving slightly because he’s been holding himself back - and you want him. even if it hurts a little. even if you’re tight and out of practice.

you bite your lip. "what if… we just leave it in. for a bit."

his eyes gleam. "you mean cockwarming?"

you roll your eyes. "don’t make it weird."

"you wanna just sit on my cock like a lil toaster oven. say that."

“satoru.”

he laughs but obliges. slowly, carefully, he slides in - just the tip. then a little more. you hiss. he stills immediately.

his voice is so gentle when he asks, "you okay?"

you nod. "just… thick. too thick. you’re like a baguette."

he grins. "and you’re a day-old bagel. stiff and unwelcoming."

"that’s not sexy."

"you’re not sexy."

"take it back."

"no."

but then he leans down. kisses your forehead. strokes your hair. and he doesn’t move - doesn’t thrust - just holds you, buried inside, like he’s content to stay there forever.

"this is kinda nice," you whisper.

"i know. you’re warm. like a microwave."

you flick his forehead.

you end up falling asleep like that - him still inside, you curled around him, both of you finally relaxed.

and when you wake up the next morning?

oh yeah.

it fits just fine now.

[heated-rivalry-rambling-a-day]

no thoughts, just this photo of Hudson

[symbol-of-victory]

it always drives me crazy

[ilya-rozanova]

HEATED RIVALRY | ROSE (1.04)

[twobabkas]

[sheisraging]

Does it fucking kill you, too? Not anymore.

[getoplanet]

(18+) MDNI! lazy morning with bfs satosugu

the room is almost stifling with the heat of two overgrown bodies tangled so close to you. soft breathy sighs and honeyed little moans stir you awake, the bedframe creaking shamelessly beneath the force of both your boyfriends' onslaught beside you. you don’t even have to open your eyes to know what they’re up to, not with the way suguru whimpers so cutely, the familiar deep groan bubbling from satoru’s throat giving them both away instantly.

your eyes blink open lazily, bottom lip caught in your teeth to stifle your own sounds, mouth watering at the sight you’re met with. suguru is always so pretty like this, smug grin wiped clean off by the blissful roll of his eyes, the cinch between his brows and his lips fixed in a pout, nails digging into the grooves of satoru’s back muscles. his meaty thighs tremble around satoru’s waist while he slowly pummels into him with unforgiving strength.

“ngh…s-satoruuu..” suguru slurs quietly, honeyed voice breaking into sweet little moans. the wet shlick sound of their skin connecting accentuates every brutal thrust forward, satoru’s pretty pink tip catching on that tender spot that leaves them both breathless and glossy eyed. poor suguboo, you think to yourself realizing only god knows how many orgasms satoru has fucked out of him in their thoughtfully frivolous attempt at “waiting on you to wake up.”

every nerve in your body begged you to touch yourself. alleviate the growing ache between your thighs. your breath hitches, heart skipping beats with an anticipation that can only be described as that familiar hunger they always draw out of you like this.

“fuck—fuck sugu, wake her up baby,” satoru groans softly into the crook of suguru’s neck, rough voice muffled between messy kisses pressed against sticky skin. every bulging vein stretches him wider, deeper, and suguru giggles, lashes fluttering shut, head thrown back in pure bliss.

“she is awake ‘toru,” you gasp at the ravenette brat, cheeks heating instantly as you turn on your back, squeeze your eyes closed, hands immediately darting up to cover your face. satoru smirks in amusement, pace picking up at the realization he doesn’t have to try holding back now. his massive hand clamps around suguru’s jaw, fingertips digging into his cheeks before he lifts his head to look at you.

“morning princess. c’mere,” satoru hums, voice deep and wrecked with ruin, swallowed by the eager, open-mouth kisses suguru steals from him. satoru never relents, continually dragging the prettiest whines and moans right out of suguru while he holds your gaze teasingly. you crawl into the space made for you with sheer urgency, satoru’s large palms lower you by the hips on suguru’s cock, panties already torn off and a heaping gush of your slick makes a mess all over him. suguru squirms, cheeks pink and avoiding your gaze.

satoru leaves a tender trail of kisses down your shoulder, snowy tufts of hair tickling your skin as he lifts off your shirt from behind you. he can’t keep his hands to himself now that you’ve joined in on the fun, oversized palms eagerly coming down to cup your tits and pinch your nipples lovingly. he fucks suguru faster, harder. enough for his abs to clench with every thrust, shoving him further up the mattress. suguru’s eyes shoot open when you line him with your soaked cunt, his hands immediately gripping your waist for purchase as you drag yourself up and down, his tip throbbing and leaking at the ring of your entry.

“ngh—too much!” suguru wails helplessly beneath you, two small hands pressed against his hard chest to anchor yourself through every languid bounce. sultry, higher-pitched whines come tumbling from his parted lips, lost in the heat of your tight walls suffocating him like you were trapping him there, locked balls deep inside you. suguru exhales through his nose, overwhelmed with the thick and wet intrusion that fucks his ass so deep he thinks he could split in half. you lift your hips up with a loud slurp!—then sink back down the hilt, punching the air from your lungs in the process. suguru’s cheeks burn crimson red, strands of silky bangs stuck to his forehead while he gasps for air.

“feels so good sugu…mmph,” you huff softly, goosebumps covering your skin where satoru giggles behind you humorlessly. his breath fans your shoulder blade, cerulean pupils blown wide and manic as his handsome face contorts with ecstacy. you drop to suguru’s chest, lazily lifting your hips to accommodate the stretch. poor guy is a sticky mess writhing underneath you and satoru both, his hands gripping you tighter, dragging out every syllable when he whines out your name.

you tangle your fingers into the long raven locks cascading his shoulders, cheek pressed flush against the sweaty warmth of his pec. he twitches under your grip, your ass coming back down to land with a wet smack. he instinctively jerks up to reach deep enough you’re keening and arching, mumbling sweet nonsense into his skin.

your pace slows, body trembling over him in small spasms to the feeling of his thick cock expanding inside you. soft lips teasingly nibble at the tip of your ears, down the side of your neck. satoru’s treacherous touch dips down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and finally pressing circles into your clit, his free hand leaving a bruising grip on suguru’s hipbone.

“shit, gonna cum—gonna cum!” suguru cries out, his fat length twitches violently inside the push-pull of your cunt. the knot in your lower belly unravels with the saccharine sounds of your boyfriends coming undone. suguru’s obscene length glides through your sloppy folds over and over, bullying your sensitive spot just right. satoru sneaks his ever curious fingers to where you and suguru connect, pussy glistening in the creamy mess of cum that dribbles down both your thighs. his touch slides from the soft mound of your asscheek, trailing to suguru’s balls and up the base, sliding a thick finger along the bulging veins on the underside of the cock bruising your cervix, thrusting himself inside. suguru groans, broken and raw. you curse under your breath, cunt fluttering around the added stretch as you roll your hips on them both.

“yeah, gonna cum like this suguru? with my cock splitting you open—mmph—and our girl squeezing you tight, hmm?”

suguru murmurs something unintelligible, his eyes shooting open like he’s bracing himself, cheeks stained with tears of pleasure while he desperately struggles to catch his breath. his grip softens, settling down on your ass to guide your slow grinds against his deep, deliberate ones. your voice breaks into a shattered moan, clawing at suguru’s biceps as he pulses along every velvety ridge of your pussy. satoru’s unrelenting, plowing into suguru with enough force to jerk him deeper against that sweet spot that aches inside you. the sensation is dizzying, it leaves your cunt drooling down every inch of suguru in thick, creamy rivulets. satoru thinks he’s in heaven with this view.

suguru spills into you crying out your name, a string of pleas and whispered chants of yesyesyes sneak past his kiss bitten lips when he forces your hips down with the palm of his hand. you’re stuffed full like this laying pliant over him, with so much cum you think you feel it in the bloat of your lower belly. the sounds that escape you are raw, messy and so loud even as satoru continues his wet trail of kisses up your shoulder.

“there you go, that’s it—fuck, feels so good squeezing you, doesn’t she?” satoru taunts the black haired man, hand reaching forward to thumb his tears away, the action gentle in contrast to the wet plap! plap! plap! sound of his pelvis meeting his ass grows faster, louder, his pace staggering only as he leans in. his mouth hovers over your abused hole stretched around suguru beautifully. one, two seconds of nothing and then his nose brushes against your thigh, his tongue dragging up you and suguru both.

the cutest sounds come spewing from the two of you, satoru’s lips smooching your abandoned hole and twitching into that infamous smirk, his tongue licking up once, twice.

“oh god! please ‘s too much!” your cries are swallowed into suguru’s greedy lips, arms locked around you pulling you close. your whole body trembles when you cum with the hot muscle licking idle lines up your asshole in a sloppy, messy kiss between your cheeks. satoru pulls back just enough to watch you shake, the gush of your slick soiling not only the sheets but the both of them. the endless flow of cum that coats you three leaves satoru chuckling as his orgasm shatters through him.

“wow! hngh—look at that sugu! she squirted all over us,” neither one of you get the chance to respond or catch a break truly, satoru’s already buzzing with excitement and ready to make you do it all over again.

i am so excited for gojo’s 2 min screentime and choso baby omfg i’m gonna cream all over the theater seats!!!! (kidding) lol…. also sorry i don’t have time to double proodread and edit this rn IM SORRY update: just edited and i’m still unsatisfied but i give up goodnight

[madamechrissy]

It Started out with a Kiss

Pairings: Shoko x F!reader/Gojo x F!reader/Geto x F!reader (reader fking em all aha)

MDNI- Explicit- PWP tbh, just a filthy ass foursome bc IDK- I need Shoko so here- oral (m and f recieving) f/f play, m/f play, foursome dynamics, reverse cowgirl, Satoru says 'yes mommy' for reasons, lots of kissing (esp w/Shoko) cum swapping etc, if you're here for plot there is NONE.

Part two

It started off as an innocent kiss, you and Shoko had far too much vodka shots, and ended up making out right in front of Suguru and Satoru, your roommates. The four of you have been friends since high school, now in your early twenties, still as close as ever, despite the occasional arguments.

Satoru loves to eat every ho-ho in sight.

Suguru loves to smoke skunk weed all over the house.

But you and Shoko are two peas in a pod, though tonight, her tongue is lapping against yours, her soft hands pulling you against her, you taste a hint of her cigarettes mixed with the vodka from the night, as she sighs into your mouth. Satoru and Suguru are watching you both from the couch, enamored then, cocks already pressing against the length of their pants.

"Fuck..." Suguru murmurs, putting out his blunt then, when Shoko eases your jacket right off your shoulders, and you're left in your little outfit, feeling their eyes all on you. Shoko slips your straps down just after that, her honeyed eyes on your breasts as she bends down, pressing kisses to them.

"Mnh!" Comes your little whine, while the men watch Shoko lead you until you're pressed against the wall, pulling a pretty tit out to lap at gently, while your hands entangle in her dark locks.

"Am I super fucked up, or is this happening?" Satoru's voice makes you and Shoko giggle, as she looks back at his bright blue eyes.

"You wanna help, huh?" Shoko asks, and Satoru blushes just a bit, eyeing your bare tit and nodding, you feel your own cheeks heating up then, when he stands so tall, tilting your chin up. "Get on your knees then."

"Shoko!" You're giggling at her as she winks, and Suguru stands then, kissing across the side of her neck, while Satoru brushes his lips on yours for the first time. "You don't have to-"

"Yes Mommy." Satoru says instead, and Suguru chuckles as he watches you both avidly, and Shoko is brushing back Satoru's white locks.

"Good boy, Satoru, let's slip this up." Shoko pulls up your dress, and Satoru pushes your panties to the side, exhaling and making you cry out, just his breath on your pussy is too much. "Taste her, would you?"

Satoru laps a line up your slit, making your hips jerk as he moans softly, licking a plump lower lip. "Yummy."

"Better than those twinkies?" Suguru asks, and Satoru licks you again, tongue exploring your slick walls, nodding.

"Better."

"Let me then, no way." Suguru is on his knees now, as Satoru stands, and Shoko pulls him in for a kiss, lapping your wetness off him, rubbing him over his jeans.

"No, she does taste so good." Shoko says, Suguru's violet eyes watch you under dark lashes, you're trembling while he holds your hips. "You're that hard?"

Satoru just whines out, when Suguru licks you up, tongue hitting your clit with the barbell clicking against it, and you scream out at the sensation, before you realize it, you're riding Satoru's cock in one of your beds, you can't even comprehend whose. You think the room looks like Suguru's, but you're lost in too many sensations, kissing Shoko's pretty lips as she rides Suguru's cock.

"Oh f-fuck... baby..." You hear Satoru whining behind you, you're reverse cowgirl right with Shoko, titties brushing together, while she's rubbing your clit, which drools down her fingers and Satoru's length, and you slip your hand to her breast, gripping it, nipping at her skin as her head falls back.

You watch Suguru's cock slide in and out of her pretty pussy, while Suguru's hand grips your thigh, fingers pressing into your flesh, as Satoru bounces you up and down his cock. He's so thick and long you're closer and closer, with Shoko's finger running in circles. "She's gonna cum, aren't you pretty?" Shoko's whisper ends you, you're nodding, whining out as Satoru's curved tip presses into your cervix.

"M'gonna cum... there, Toru- ah!" Satoru listens, slamming up just so, skin slapping, while your overstimulated clit twitches against Shoko's finger, and you're shattering.

Three pairs of eyes watch as you cum, brown, violet and blue, as the room fills with the wet sounds of everyone together, trembling and weak you're hopping off Satoru's cock, as Shoko sucks your arousal off him, and you're lapping Shoko off Suguru, earning his soft groan, as he pulls your hair. "My god..." He's whispering, when you feel fingers inside you while you're bent over, pressing on your spot, making you moan on Suguru's length.

When you're kissing Suguru and he's slipping inside your already puffy, swollen cunt, the four of you are losing yourselves, everyone is kissing, swapping your and Shoko's juices. It's filthy and wanton, when Satoru's pumping Shoko's pussy and she's lapping Suguru out of your hole, while Suguru holds you in a kiss, hand wrapped around your throat, while you're cumming again and again.

What was last night, you wonder the next morning, as you see your three best friends naked, Shoko's pretty slender form, and Satoru and Suguru's muscles, their... cocks just laid there, still semi hard and sticky, all three of them snoring. You ease out of bed, hearing a little screech from the springs as you do.

Shit, did you fuck all your best friends last night!?

You sigh, head pounding, padding naked to the kitchen, where you start brewing a cup of coffee, sighing happily at how it hits just the spot, when you feel a grip on your waist. You jerk just a bit- Satoru's grinning at you, all sleepy.

"Can you make breakfast pookie, please?" He asks, pouting then, and you sigh, as your other friends step out, yawning and stretching.

"What do you all want?"

"Pancakes!" Of course Satoru wants pancakes.

"Omelettes." Suguru chimes in, pecking a kiss on your head.

"Alright, and what about you, pretty?" You tease, as you brush back her silky locks, and she presses you on the fridge. "What do you want for breakfast, hmm?"

"You."

Just RANDOM smut ahahah - I needed to write something with Shoko I don't see alot of her, dang it. sorry for all the filth lately- I'm clearly ovulating

[madamechrissy]

It was only a Kiss

You hooked up with your three best friends and roomies on a drunken night last week - you're so embarrassed! You try to act normal, go on a date with a cute guy, but when you bring him home, Satoru, Suguru and Shoko get jealous. They don't share well with others, and you're already all theirs <3

pairings - Satoru / Suguru / Shoko x Reader

warnings - they're all just a little yan for you, fingering, cum swap, oral sex (multi receiving) p in v sex, reader likes Suguru the most hehe, Shoko being a dom mommy, Satoru being a lil simp for you - foursome dynamics, squirting, overstim, competitive, breed kink, just basically filth (this is freaked out even for me!) 4.2k wc

this is a sequel to the drabble it started out with a kiss - but you can read it on it's own hehe <3 it was a commission from one of you lovelies!

It had been a week since you fucked all three of your best friends.

Yup.

Not just Shoko. Not just Satoru. Not just Suguru.

All. Three.

Oh, and they're also your roommates! After that drunken night where you'd literally sucked Shoko's pussy juices off Suguru’s veiny cock, you'd been just a little stand offish towards them.

Satoru's blue eyes saw right through you, you swear, Shoko just lazily smokes a joint and smiles at you, as if she remembered drinking Suguru’s cum from your cunt. Oh, and Suguru? The way those amethyst eyes flick lazily down your body in the morning?

It's diabolical.

Yet none of you have done anything since, though the tension is there, lingering in every breath. Satoru's blue eyes linger on your breasts in the morning, as if he remembered sucking those nipples between his pink lips, they perk up right under that gaze. It's completely embarrassing.

What’s even more embarrassing is how you react to Suguru Geto when he comes up behind you to grab something, hand on the small of your back, making you vividly recall how those amethyst eyes looked at you as you rode his cock. Your thighs tremble just thinking of it – bouncing up and down his length, his mouth coated with Shoko's pussy.

And Shoko? She is more obvious about it all than the boys – her little smiles, her deliberate touches, as if she knows you're losing it, the little facade that you're all just 'best friends' and roomies. That you hadn't kissed her, that she hadn't drank Suguru's cum right from your messy hole.

It was a disaster. You all have been friends your entire life, you can’t let one night ruin that.

So what do you do? Well, you try to avoid it all, ignore their looks and comments that could be taken the wrong way by you. You ignore it so well you’re playing with your own pussy constantly, remembering little flashes of each one instead of focusing on the little clips of porn you’re watching.

Who needed porn when you had two six foot four gorgeous men walking around shirtless, and pretty little Shoko in her bra and panties? As if they live to torture you, too. They’re constantly in your space, brushing your hair back, hand pressing against your waist, little kisses on your head.

Not just that – before your date tonight, there was Satoru offering to put blush on your cheeks, Suguru coming to braid your hair, Shoko making sure to dress you up, as if it’s some little concocted plan to get you in their bed again.

It was Suguru’s bed the four of you had fucked in, you didn’t realize until that morning with a flush. Even that morning had been filthy, the way Satoru had drank you up against that fridge instead of his sweet coffee. How Suguru had fingered you until you just squirted all over, bathing the three of them right in it.

Then you’d promptly fallen right back to sleep, fucked out from the orgasms the three of them kept giving you – and that’s when the nerves had kicked in, the heady realization that you want all of them.

Perhaps Suguru was the worst to handle, the way his lazy eyes slowly slipped up your body, how his silky locks would fall across bare shoulders, that black happy trail visible with low slung pants. That was by far the vision that popped up last night when you touched yourself, you slipping them off his slutty waist and just sinking to your knees.

But what would that all mean!?

What if you ruined the friendship!

Tonight you go on a date, hoping to try to just act normal, to put the fantasy of all three of your friends fucking you constantly in the back of your mind. The guy is sweet, he’s sexy, you’re both kissing right in front of your door, you’re so worked up from being around those three gorgeous beings that you’re wet when he toys with your panties – soaking wet in fact.

If Suguru Geto didn’t get out of your damn mind.

Why was he fucking with you the most, not like Satoru and Shoko weren’t right behind him, even as you’re kissing this poor guy, you’re thinking of them.

“Mmm,” he’s kissing up your neck, when the door flings open, and you almost fall through. Luckily, Satoru catches you, smirking and wrapping his big arms tight, tugging you against his chest. “Toru!”

“Who’s this,” he asks, holding you possessively suddenly, a huge hand gripping right under a bouncy tit. “A date? Sweetheart, don’t you know we have plans with us tonight?”

“We uh… do?” You ask, gasping when you feel that length hot and heavy on the small of your back, that deep Satoru Gojo chuckle washing over you, his lips against your ear.

“Mhmmm,” he drawls out the sound, hand slipping to your tummy, lips murmuring so only you can hear. “We’re betting who can breed you first, sweetheart.”

You gasp.

“Shoko even placed bets,” he sighs, leaning up to stand, raising a brow at the man who had his fingers on you. “She’s betting on Suguru, let’s prove her wrong.”

“Breed!?” Your breasts rise and fall, seeing his feral grin, he looks dead ass at the man at the door with his eyes bright.

“Mhm, she’s gonna be occupied for a while.”

“Satoru…”

“Who’s this,” Shoko walks right on up, hips swaying just a bit, soft big sweater hanging off one of her narrow shoulders. You didn’t even know you liked girls until Shoko had clenched your fingers that night, and fuck if your tummy doesn’t flutter when she walks over to you, touching your cheek. “Sweets, don’t you know we have plans?”

“I heard,” you mumble, Satoru’s still holding you, his cock hard and heavy, making you flustered. “I went on a date.”

“I see,” she turns to look at him, smiling, her brown eyes lidded. “Hi there.”

“Uh, hi?” She saunters to him, when Suguru walks out – does he own a shirt!? His pierced nipples and tattooed abdomen fuck you up, along with the view of Shoko’s thighs and Satoru Gojo’s huge hands underneath your tits.

“I’m afraid she can’t have you over tonight honey,” Shoko cooes those words, running a finger across his shirt, while Suguru steps in front of you, tilting your chin up so your head falls against Satoru’s collarbones.

“Your lipstick is smeared,” he murmurs lazily. “That won’t do. We’ll have to wipe all this off, won’t we?”

Your breath catches as his thumb swipes off your pink lip stain, thighs pressing together, cunt just pulsing around nothing. “We’ll get her some new gloss.”

Fuck.

“Buh bye, lover boy,” the door shuts, and you have three irritated sets of eyes on you – dark honey, amethyst and cerulean – hungry for you.

“Um… hey guys…” you disentangle yourself from Satoru, pausing as Suguru’s hand slips across your back, snaking around to grip your waist. “Sugu…”

“Don’t Sugu me, you know what we’ve been going through all night?” You raise a brow. “Going on a date, really?”

“Well I…”

“Are we not enough for you pookie?” Satoru pouts, sinking to his knees, tugging you right against his face, you feel his breath ghost your tummy – just a little bare from your outfit. You gasp out. “We’ve been trying to be patient, and I really suck at that.”

His lips press the bare skin there, eliciting a little whine of pleasure from your throat. “You all have been waiting for… I don’t…”

“You think we don’t remember?” Suguru asks, brushing your hair off to one shoulder, standing behind you and kissing the base of your neck, Satoru’s hands are slipping up your inner thigh, you’re dripping down them. “How could I forget the way I could see myself move inside you?”

“Oh god,” your lashes flutter, soft lips slipping up your inner thigh, another pair right at your pulse point, Shoko walking right up and brushing Satoru’s snowy locks back, he practically purrs. “Shoko, what’s going on?”

“We aren’t really down to share you,” she slips your straps down with her fucking teeth, it’s diabolical, truly. “Need you all to ourselves.”

“Share me? Mnh!” Suguru’s tongue ring flicks along your neck before he sucks that delicate skin in his hot mouth, Shoko’s kissing down your breasts, yanking one out and watching it bounce. “Shoko!”

“Your tits need marks, they’re too pretty not to,” she runs her long nail delicately along your breast, making the nipple pucker and tighten, just begging for her mouth.

“I thought last week was like… a drunk um, accident?”

They all three pause, saliva dripping from each mouth latched on your titty, thigh and shoulder. “Accident?” Suguru murmurs. “No, princess, we just finally did what we’ve been wanting to.”

“You don’t know how long I jerked it to you,” Shoko and Suguru snort. “What!? Like you two didn’t?”

“I’m gonna die.” You cover your face with your hands, cheeks on fire. “You jerk off to me?”

“God for years,” Satoru has the other two snorting again in laughter. “I think my first time was to you.”

“I’m so honored.”

“You should be!” You look between your fingers at your white haired best friend grinning like a deviant, you can’t stop the little giggle, that just makes all your friends want you more.

Shoko soaking wet.

Satoru and Suguru leaking pre.

They’ve been dying for their pretty friend to come to her senses, Satoru’s fingers slip up Shoko’s thigh and yours, until he finds you both, moaning. Shoko presses a kiss on your lips, you taste the hint of smoke on her lips mixed with something sweet, Satoru’s long fingers slipping up between your folds.

“I can’t tell who’s wetter,” he murmurs, sliding a finger up inside Shoko’s slick hole, then yours, moaning. “Fuck.”

Suguru turns you to face him, you’re lost in his gaze, Satoru’s lips slipping higher while he curls his fingers deep in your hole, making you jerk against his pretty face. Suguru’s eyes darken, when he kisses you it’s not playful like it was that night, not tentative.

No, it’s fucking hungry, the way he takes over your mouth is enough to have you dizzy. He’s all teeth and tongue, his piercing a cool, hard shock against the roof of your mouth, moaning softly as his hands slip down to grip your hips. He swallows your gasp while Satoru’s fingers curl again, a precise stroke against that spongy spot inside your soppy cunt.

You’re shaking, so many sensations from the three of them, Shoko’s hands are in Satoru’s hair as he kisses up your leg, you blink and catch sight of it, but he hits some spot that makes your vision white out.

“Fuck, look at her,” Satoru murmurs. “About to cum already? Tsk, not yet, pretty girl.”

“I’m… s’close,” you’re whining out when he slips his fingers out, standing and slipping them into Suguru’s mouth. He moans as he sucks you off them, shoving the ones that were in Shoko’s cunt on your tongue. “Mmm!”

You taste her sweetness, still dizzy when Suguru just picks you up like it’s nothing, carrying you right over to the couch, laying you out and spreading your thighs. You’re shaky when the three of them look so fucking hungrily at you, devious ass grins on their faces, hands tugging you free of your panties, bunching your dress up underneath your breasts.

“You all are acting like you planned this,” you glare but they all just laugh, Satoru’s kneeling again, Shoko’s just shoving his head against your cunt until his mouth makes contact. “Shoko!”

“I’m the one licking you,” he smacks your cunt and glares, Shoko shoves his face right back. “Mnh…”

“Make her cum,” Shoko’s words are broken off with a little gasp when Suguru bends her right over, slipping her bra off so her pretty tits are in your face. You’re just leaned back with Gojo between your thighs, Shoko on your left, Suguru on your right, so overwhelmed it’s hard to think. You eagerly grip one of her titties and suck a nipple with Suguru’s urging.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, tugging at your hair while Satoru’s tongue laps a filthy strip between your puffy folds. Shoko’s eyes flutter shut, all of your hands slip up the curve of her body, while her grip on Satoru’s hair tightens. Suguru turns you back to him again, his huge hand wrapping your throat. “Why don’t you cum all over his face, hmm princess?”

Satoru comes up for air for just a moment, eyes dilate, tongue rolling across his soaked lower lip. “Please do, drown me baby.”

“Fuck…” You’re the one that tugs him back this time, his tongue fucking into you, nose hitting your clit while you guide your folds up and down. “Mnh, m’close!”

“Cum for us then,” Shoko says softly, her cunt slick against your thigh. “Let us watch you, baby.”

You shatter with one more well practiced flick of Satoru Gojo’s long pink tongue, squirting all over his face, whining out as the pleasure rocks through your body in waves. “Oh my g-god… Toru…”

“Mmm,” he moans against your cunt, slurping up that mess loud. “Fuck you’re just drippin’ all down my face, look at that, hah – slutty little cunt.”

You just suck in a breath when he smacks your cunt again, thighs shaking as he leans over Shoko, she’s dragging him right to her, for Suguru to kneel between your thighs. He’s not practiced and precise like Satoru though, no he shoves your thighs high, you fall back and practically squeak, making them laugh softly.

“Ah - ah, come here,” Suguru murmurs, dragging your hips towards his pretty face, parting your folds and moaning at the sight of slick pooling from your messy hole. “Look at that, I didn’t get enough time to do this last week.”

“To do… um… oh my f-fuck…” Suguru’s tongue slides inside your cunt, which just quivers right around his thick tongue, his violet eyes dark when they look up under those lashes. It’s more intense than Satoru, than Shoko, whatever the fuck it is he does looking at you like that.

For a moment your best friends next to you fade, when your hands go into silky locks, and his hands bruise your thighs with their hold. His tongue starts fucking you, curling up in that spot, the sounds of squelching cunts and moaning mouths echoing in your living room.

“Sugu… I… mnh! There, there!” He pulls back, making you pout, only to part your folds and spread you wide, spitting filthy right in your hole, a glob of it just slidin’ right down to your puckered little ass hole. “Sugu…”

“Ask the right way, princess,” he slides two thick fingers in and bullies his way through your walls, watching as you twitch and smirking. “Ask me to cum.”

His words hit ears ringing already, Shoko’s kissing up your neck, Satoru’s hand is wrapping your calf, but Suguru’s looking right at you. “Please.”

“Such a good girl,” he muses, scissoring his fingers in and out and leaning down then, tongue flicking your clit. “Taste s’fucking good.”

“They both do,” Satoru murmurs, leaning over to bite your thigh and grin at you, your hand brushes his hair back, watching his lashes flutter shut, while Suguru has you closer. Shoko kisses you, gripping your tit with one hand, toying your nipple all while you’re fucking Suguru’s face.

“That’s it, make him a mess,” she murmurs softly. “I can’t wait to lick all that cum right out of your pretty little cunt.”

“Fuck!” You’re done then, Suguru’s fingers and his suction on your clit are too much, you squirt a clear pretty stream all over him, having him moaning, swallowing every bit of you he can with the most lewd sounds. “S-Sugu!”

“Mmph,” he’s drowning in you, coated in your slick, suddenly he doesn’t even wanna share with Gojo or Shoko, but perhaps that’s because you’re his favorite, even if he hasn’t said it out loud. In moments he’s letting Shoko suck you off his fingers, leaning over you. “Open.”

You do eagerly, letting Suguru spit right into your mouth on your tongue. You swallow as he commands, gasping out when he sits right on that couch, letting you straddle him. Your hands grip his shoulders, shaky thighs on either side of narrow hips, struggling to catch your breath when you kiss his spit soaked lips. You eagerly tug his pants down, freeing that thick cock.

“Take it princess,” he murmurs, you’re weak suddenly – so weak Satoru stands, lifting your thighs for you, spitting right on Suguru’s pretty cock that’s just leaking so much pre it’s coated in white.

“Need help, sweetheart?” He murmurs, you nod and turn, kissing his lips, coated in saliva, moaning into them as he moves you. Shoko leans up, kissing up your neck and positioning Suguru’s cock so it’s pressing at your entrance.

“There?” She asks softly, you pull back from Gojo’s lips and nod weakly, when Suguru turns your chin to him.

“Eyes on me when I’m fucking you,” he whispers, but your eyes roll back when he sinks his cock inside in one fucking stroke, bottoming out. “Fuckin’ feel that, she’s grippin’ me like that? Made for it.”

“Ngh!” You’re struggling to take him, nails pressing into his biceps, Satoru’s kissing down your shoulders, lifting your hips again.

“That’s it, take his cock sweetheart,” his lips press on your ear. “I’ll fuck his cum right out of you, use it to bottom out in your tiny little cunt.”

You’re so fucked.

Completely, utterly, debauched.

You’re getting fucked by Suguru Geto – your best friend – while your other two best friends fuck right next to you. Shoko’s kissing you as Suguru just rails your hole, mean slams with his curved, thick cock against your cervix. You can’t focus, feeling drunker than you did the last time it happened – and you have had only one little glass of wine.

You’re drunk off their hands, their spit, their voices, the filthy sounds of Gojo groaning, Shoko gasping, Suguru murmuring your name. He’s greedy with you then, dragging you on him and kissing you deep while his cock wrecks your body, you’re shattering all over him, making a mess of his thighs, his heavy balls.

“Leakin’ all over the couch,” he whispers, pulling out and putting you on your knees then, right where Satoru’s laying flat, Shoko riding him. Suguru fucks you from the back while your tits bounce in Satoru’s face, and your thumb finds Shoko’s pretty little clit, her head falling back. She pulls back, you swipe your tongue right on her slit, her nails press against your scalp.

Suguru moans when you flutter around him, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth, his hand entangling in your hair and pulling you into an arch, Gojo’s buried his face in your tits, holding them while Shoko starts riding his pretty cock again. Suguru’s leaning over you, hair falling across your shoulder.

“Feel me?” He presses on your tummy, where it’s bulging from his thick cock moving, you weakly nod, earning him turning you to face him again. “M’gonna fill you up so full, you’ll just drip me around the house. Breed your perfect hole.”

“Mnh, I’ll breed her f-first,” Satoru murmurs, when Suguru yanks you to your knees, grinning up at you and slipping his hands up your thighs. “I cum way more.”

“Shut up Satoru,” he pouts at that, kissing your thigh as Suguru shoves you down, so much pressure you can hardly breathe, clinging to the dark haired man who is ruining you. “Feel.”

He takes your hand, making you blush as you do feel it – him moving inside you. Shoko leans over Gojo, rubbing your clit with her thumb, pushing you right over the edge then, too intense to think, everything swirling.

“Cum in me,” you desperately beg Suguru, looking up at him with pretty fucked out eyes. “Please.”

God he’s done for.

You begging all sweet, your cunt just pulsin’ and so fucking tight, so hot and warm around his length. “Want all of it, princess? Can you take it?”

“Please,” your voice breaks when he rolls his hips and Shoko pinches your clit, his hot load of white just coating your walls in so many pumps, you’re trembling as the spill from your hole, dripping down your inner thighs. “Oh my g-god…”

“Fuck,” he bites your neck, moaning your name, pushing all his cum so deep inside your sloppy cunt, squishing with every slam of his hips. “That’s it, takin’ me like that? So good, doin’ s’good…”

His words slur, pussy drunk off you, you hardly register when Satoru drags you on top of him, cock still hard and slick from Shoko’s juices. She kneels and sucks your pussy right off Suguru, he moans and grips her brown locks, his eyes not leaving yours even when Satoru drags you down his length.

“Messy lil cunt,” Satoru cooes, shaky as he eyes Suguru’s milky cum dripping down his own cock, your pretty thighs quivering, already bruising from the three of them. “Took so much cum, didn’t you? Should we just keep using you, till we breed your perfect hole?”

“Please,” you can’t even believe you’re saying please, but here you are, hips rocking up and down Satoru’s cock while he fucks Suguru’s white ropes out in messy swirls down his own. “Please.”

“Cum hungry little slut,” Satoru says, smacking your ass and then grabbing it, fucking up into you. “Use you like our pretty toy.”

“She is a pretty little toy,” Shoko whispers, pulling back off Suguru’s cock that’s hard again to lean over Satoru, spitting that cum right into his open mouth.

The night is even filthier than the first time, you don’t know whos fingers are on you, whose mouth, don’t know which cum you’re tasting, all four of you kissing, spitting, fucking. Satoru fucks you so hard you scream out, the sound only muffled by Shoko’s fingers slipping in and out of your lips, Suguru’s guiding you to ride Gojo when you’re too fucked out to move.

Satoru busts inside you, even more cum than Suguru did, moaning and trembling underneath you, watching all that creamy mixture slide down when he lifts you off. As Shoko promised, she eats their cum right out of your cunt, making sure not to miss a drop as she spreads you wide, Gojo and Geto’s cocks are already hard again.

Fucked in all of your holes, cum pouring out of each one, drool spilling as you eagerly swap your saliva and juices with the three of them. They don’t stop until Shoko and Satoru blissfully pass out, but Suguru just isn’t fucking done with you.

The middle of the night and he’s got you in his bed, thighs folded in the meanest mating press, cock so deep you’re moaning, muffled by his hand choking your throat, balls heavy as they slap slap slap. 

“S-sugu…” you’re gripping the sheets beneath you, words a slur, hearing your friends literally snoring. “Sore, m’sore…”

“I have to breed you first,” his words are husky, his eyes black with how his pupils are blown out, lips swollen from your kisses as he leans down. “I am not letting Gojo win this one.”

“You’re s-serious?” He smirks, cupping your face and folding you in half, cock pulsing and thickening in your gummy walls, you cry out, hands slipping up his arms and shoulders, entangling at the nape of his neck. “Sugu…”

“You want more cum inside you?” He whispers, slowing his pace. “Can you take more, be a perfect little princess and take all of it?”

“Want it, breed me please.”

“Fuck babies into you right here?” You’re nodding, lost with his heavy breaths, weight pressing you deeper into the bed, fucking more and more cum until he collapses against you.

That’s how Shoko and Satoru find you both, Suguru’s cock still inside you from another round from the back, snoring against your neck, your thigh slung over his, cunt still milking his sticky mess.

“They had all this fun without us,” Satoru crosses his arms, Shoko snickers just a bit. “It’s rude. We’re a polycube or whatever.”

“Ya snooze ya lose,” Suguru mumbles sleepily, opening an eye at them. “You two can clean our pretty girlfriend up though.”

“You’re trying to breed her first using unfair tactics.”

“Mmm, are you all arguing?” You wake up and yawn, feeling Suguru’s cock pulsing. “Sugu, you’re still inside me?”

“I’m not leaving,” he moans, tugging you against him.

“But she makes the best breakfast, get your dick out of her for a bit!” Satoru has the three of you laughing, Suguru eases out but not before a mean pump deep in your cervix. “Pookie!”

“Sugu lemme go,” you lean back and kiss his lips, a kiss that lasts a little too long, before sighing and yawning, stretching. Shoko kisses you good morning, Satoru tugs you in for a hug. “What do you want for breakfast, Toru?”

“Pancakes baby, please?” You pat his head and he grins. “We have the best girlfriend ever.”

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[kit00ily]

they match each others freak on a level that’s unheard of

[o0kawaii0o]

3rd years -> pro heroes 🍰🥦💥

[is-bakugou-alive-yet]

Collection of post-war smiling Kacchan

[lapsizedgf]

꒰ i wanna get freaky on camera ! ꒱

pairing → viewer!toji x camgirl!reader Ი𐑼 wc tba (sorry!)

syp ; after running out of ideas for your nightly livestreams, you set up a p.o box for your viewers to help you out. days after announcing it, the first gift comes from your top subscriber.

cw voyeurism , use of sex toys , p(?) in v , overstim , doggystyle to missionary , daddy kink (once) , praise , pet names (baby, doll, sweet girl) , gojo/geto cameo

it starts as an easy side hussle. your landlord increases the rent and your day-job just isn’t cutting it anymore. yet somehow, just before you were going to accept defeat, the brand new camshow site piques your interest.

what could go wrong?

eventually, the payroll from each stream has you racking up enough money to pay rent and quit the shitty office work — earning thousands from viewers tuning in with money to spoil you with while all you had to do was tease and edge your clit for a bit.

to be frank, it’s mostly thanks to a certain someone showing up to your camshows every single night — without fail — fushi.g43, your top subscriber and most interactive viewer.

sometimes, you wonder what this man actually looks like in real life — or what his job was, considering you earn boatloads of money per night curtesy of this mystery voyeur. but knowing the freaks that actually did spend their savings on porn pages, you naturally chalk it up to someone who probably couldn’t please any real girls because of his tiny dick.

after hitting the pretty big milestone of 50k subscribers, you were finally running out of ideas. cramping your fingers each time just wasn’t enough, thus came the p.o box you set up for your loyal gooners (and goonettes, probably) to send you dozens of toys to try, fulfilling each and every one of their twisted fantasies.

you collect the first gift less than two days after announcing it to your subscribers.

the box itself is huge. in fact, you have to ask a friend to help you carry it upstairs, claiming you bought a new piece of furniture but somehow didn’t actually need any help unboxing or setting it up.

in your solitude, you cut the tape holding your very first package together. just the mere thought of showing off the contents to your watchers fills you with excitement and pools a familiar heat low in your belly.

until you peel away the cardboard flaps, staring at what looked like the most intimidating piece of machinery in your life.

the sex machine stares right back at you. the amount of metal, cold to the touch, was taunting. daring you to actually try it.

but who were you to bail on easy rent?

luckily for you, it came pre-assembled. the only thing left to add after ten minutes of googling how it actually worked was the attachment supposedly coming with it. lo and behold, after peeking back into the box, you weren’t mistaken.

you need both hands to take in all it’s glory — the hyperrealistic texture making your brain frazzle after running a finger down the prominent vein running to the base. a few thick inches still manages to escape your double grip before leading towards the tip, mushroomy and ready to split you in half.

additionally to all of this, you read the manual earlier and actually manage to bluetooth your brand-new hismith to your also-brand-new computer. now the only thing left to do was get ready and start the show — throwing on a miniskirt and, naturally, tossing your lace panties to the side.

“hi, everyone!” you beam, half-nervous and half-excited already to announce the first piece of mail. “how was everyone’s day?”

and just like that, the viewers flood your chat.

honored1 - missed u baby

monkeyh8er - cant wait to see tonites sesh

after some idle chatter and light teasing, you take a shaky breath and twist your webcam to the left. you’d already positioned the fuck machine to the edge of your bed, silently praying this wouldn’t make too much of a mess on your sheets. “guys, look at my first gift!”

despite trying your best to take it slow and ease into it, you clearly grew needier with each passing minute, constantly palming over your breasts through the taut, thin shirt you donned, driving yourself and your fans into an eager frenzy.

$50 , fushi.g43 - give us what we’ve been waitin on doll

so you do. you turn yourself around, making your way to your decorated bed and flashing your glistening slit on the way there.

you left nothing to the imagination when you position yourself in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers. with the 9 inch silicone behind you, you’re slowly easing back and letting the tip graze your fluttering hole.

$100 , honored1 - fuck, look at her

“thank you for the h-hundred,” you mumble, not even paying attention to the actual message as you begin to rock yourself back and forth. it’s a delicious type of agonizing, the cock stuffing you deeper and deeper with every roll of your hips and eliciting desperate little whines out of you.

already, you’re questioning if the buyer behind this mystery gift bought some type of deluxe version attachment — the tip kisses your g-spot perfectly every time, bunching your skirt around your waist like some kind of dress-up doll with every lewd fwop! fwop! fwop! of the sex machine in your gummy walls.

“w-whoever— hahh! — bought me this,” you make an attempt to at least thank whoever the culprit was but instead clamp your palm around your mouth, the sparks of pleasure becoming overwhelming within minutes, “fuck, fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum!”

$120 , fushi.g43 - perfect lil body

$90 , monkeyh8er - wish that was my cock bby

an off-white ring spills around the base of the dildo before you flop yourself down on your back, tip still looming near the entrance to your walls.

“that was a fun test-ride!” you pant, still looking oh-so cute as your doe eyes lock with the webcam, “apparently it has a bluetooth thingy, hold on…”

you should’ve at least waited a little longer, should’ve took a few more minutes to fiddle with your phone. you’re already squirming without trying because of your involuntary clenches around the cock’s head and you had initially no idea what was about to come.

the tip-activated hierarchy pops up in your screen minutes before the first round. it goes up in power and time — 20 bucks at the very least for something slow and short, 200 for a whole minute and a half of the toy straight up jackhammering into you.

“here we go,” still in the same position you ended your first run in, you’re running your hands all around your body as you wait for the first donation, “it’s up to you guys now!”

it doesn’t take long before there are tens of donations in the queue, thirty second intervals between them to give you at least some breathing space.

however, something in the queue makes your jaw drop almost instantly after announcing the startup.

$20 , fushi.g43 : slow 30s

$50 , fushi.g43 : intermediate 30s

$200 , fushi.g43 : fast 1m30s

so on and so-fucking-forth, of course your top subscriber buys the first ten spaces. you don’t even have a moment to collect your thoughts, the heavy machinery on the edge of your bed turning your squint of confusion to one of absolute helplessness.

“o-oh my god!” the newfound sensation has your thighs clamping together within seconds, the thirty second interval feeling like nothing but a deep breath when the speed and power increases — all curtesy to the absolutely deplorable freak spending hundreds just to watch a silicone cock pound your sore cunt from a machine. “ohmygod ohmygod!”

if you had to experience this for up to ten, maybe more, rounds, you’re sure you’d go limp. the hospital trip would be so humiliating — though there’s no time to be thinking about that. matter of fact, there’s no time or ability to even think at all.

the donated thrusts were relentless, bottoming out to the hilt of your pussy before dragging every girthy inch out and stuffing it right back in. tiny whimpers grow into moans loud enough to wake the complex, headboard practically banging against your pretty pink wallpaper in a reflectively brutal rhythm.

safe to say you weren’t leaving the apartment tomorrow.

even so, as your head lolls to the side, you take a look at the viewer count for tonight’s stream only to find it’s the highest number yet. you’d already received tip after tip — no pun intended — and yet the number continues to multiply itself with every passing shlck! of your juices gushing all over your duvet.

twenty minutes of this flew by as quick as you came the first three times. your legs were aching, trembling and too heavy to move anymore. you’re sure you’ve earned yourself a two week trip to any five-star resort after this show — you consider it a reward for putting up with each and every one of the tip activated rounds using your new personal favorite dildo.

just before you make an effort to try and sit up, one message in particular catches your eye.

$100 , fushi.g43 - took it so well sweet girl. one more for daddy?

$70 , fushi.g43 : slow 1m

“f-fuuck!” you’re already groaning in ecstasy, the sinfully tedious strokes from the silicone cock giving your poor, overstimulated cunt much less chaos from before. in spite of that, you wanted more. “feels s-so — nngh! — s’fuckin’ good!”

anything else spilling out of your mouth tonight consisted of pathetic little mewls and incoherent babbles. droplets of drool slips out from your slacking maw, clearly fucked stupid from only the first gift of many to come in that godforsaken p.o box.

monkeyh8er - love watching u cry on some dick

ignoring the overwhelmingly hefty sensation of your thighs, your hips buck — chasing your nth high given to you so generously by the one man practically keeping your apartment’s rent on time. the mix of pushing yourself to the limit and craving your orgasm like oxygen is driving your head into fog, eyes falling further into the back of your head with every time the pinkish tip gently bullies at your cervix again.

your cunt is already spasming and leaking a thick, creamy substance before you expect it. a wave of relief washes over your delirious face, the gooey liquid forming a sticky puddle between your jellied thighs.

$150 - fushi.g43 - atta girl

moments of silence pass as you lay on your bed, hair toussled and splaying over the fucked-out expression etched into your doe eyes. nothing makes a sound other than your calming pulse, thumping with post-adrenaline and catching up with the rest of your exhausted body.

“thanks, whoever bought me this…” you mutter, probably under your breath and too sleepy to care about the bubbly routinic ending to the stream you’d usually perform. right now, the only thing that matters is how comfy you’d be if you passed out in your tangled sheets — you could clean up later. “i’ll — hic! — see you all tomorrow.”

you don’t remember how you managed to turn the webcam off, nor do you remember how you managed to get your full 8 hours of rest without bothering to change into some pyjamas.

you clean the place up with your jammies back on — hot coffee on your bedside, two hands juggling antiseptic wipes and tissues. it’s a wonder nobody’s complained about you yet but you didn’t feel like jinxing yourself this morning, opting for a quiet day of lounging on the couch after such a long, hard night.

the fuck machine’s been put to one side and you’re ready to throw away the packaging until a note stuck to the bottom waves at your peripheral. perhaps you missed part of the instruction manual, you think, before actually reading it, face turning pale.

“can’t wait to watch my cock stuff your pretty cunt baby. love, fushi.g43 <3”

maybe you should start adding private video calls to your page.

a/n ahh ! this took me forever , but it was worth it. thank u all so very much for 2k , it means a lot to me ^-^ i hope this special is worth the wait hehe the ending was a little rushed .. now i can write the fun requests in my inbox woohoo !! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

🎼 @tojislver @tojipie @an9els @sytorusdoll @creamkissed @laburantesdoll @naammiii @uhnosav @pupsizedgf

[hsudus]

Official Commisioned Art by Infold artist!

Rough translation for Xavier and Zayne MC says their names (their chinese names) "Shen Xinghui—— (followed by moans "aah")"

Same with Zayne's "Lí shen--" (followed by "aah")

For Rafayel's its something like:

"You humans...

Are you all like this,

leaving a "mark" on the things you like?" (Referring to love bites)

For Sylus its roughly like

"The shower here is not soundproof"

(If you're interested in more official art by infold, i posted other official arts on my blog, their hidden because of it being mildly explicit)