18+ | tw - somno (implied consent)
â Men who love indulging in their sleeping girlfriend. à Ë. á”á”
He slips into the bedroom late at night, eyes immediately drawn to you lying on your stomach, fast asleep in nothing but his oversized t-shirt. The hem has ridden up, exposing your bare ass and the soft, glistening lips of your pussy. Just the sight of you like this â warm, relaxed, and completely vulnerable â makes him throb.
He quietly undresses and climbs onto the bed. He spreads your legs gently and leans down, dragging his tongue slowly through your folds. Youâre already wet. He groans quietly against your pussy, licking deeper, tasting you while you stay lost in sleep.
When heâs nice and hard, he kneels behind you, lines himself up, and slowly pushes inside. Your pussy stretches around him beautifully, hot and silky even while youâre sleeping. You let out a soft, unconscious moan as he bottoms out, clenching around him.
âFuck, baby⊠so greedy even when youâre sleeping,â he whispers filthily, starting to thrust slowly. He fucks you with long, lazy strokes, savoring how wet and warm you feel wrapped around him.
Your body reacts on instinct â pussy fluttering and dripping around him with every thrust. He leans over you, pressing his chest to your back as he starts fucking you a little harder, the wet sounds of his entire ltngth sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filling the quiet room.
He reaches around to rub your clit in slow circles while he pounds into you. You whimper and push back against him in your sleep, making him groan. âThatâs my good girl,â he rasps, hips snapping faster. âTaking me so well even when youâre out cold.â
When he finally gets close, he buries himself deep and cums hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He stays inside you for a while, gently grinding through the aftershocks, pushing his load deeper.
Only then does he carefully pull out, clean you up, and cuddle up behind you, kissing your shoulder softly. You always sleep better after he fills you up.
A WATER TYPE MILF, DEM TIDDIES STAY ON SQUIRTLE.á
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đŹđ: MDNI 18+ ONLY. choso x milf!reader, toji x milf!reader, although not rly full on choji. a lil fluff, a lil angst, a lil crack âtho mostly filthy domestic smut dripping in milf kinks. [plz dm me for h-anime name if you want it]
half-curse roommate!choso who you moved in with because its not like you can live with your on-again-off-again babydaddy!toji âthe sorcerer killer âwith a whole ass baby. although toji is an active co-parent (well, as active as a paid assassin who is gone most days of the week can be) whatâs glaringly apparent to you is that toji doesn't have the best reputation. and you having the cursed energy of a mere window meant you couldn't protect yourself nor your 6 month old baby girl, should a long list of people come looking for him. staying with him, according to you, is out of the question. so when you need to move out of your apt and you heard from yuji that choso needed a roommate and didn't mind a young infant, you were sold. plus, toji thought he was a 'harmless enough lookin' chump' who could at least put up a fight against any threat⊠and the rent was cheap.
half-curse roommate!choso who's like a godsend as he's so helpful and considerate of you and the baby. he doesn't mind the all the crying. or that you are too exhausted at times to clean up properly. and that 9 times out of 10 you look a general hot ass mess while at home. if that weren't enough, choso would even play with your baby girl, letting you get in a much needed nap in. you tell him every time youâd only need 20 mins and he can wake you up but choso will sit with her on the sofa until you wake up. possibly hours later, but choso claimed he was happy to get to act like a big brother again. a natural born 'big brother type', choso will watch cocomelon for hours and let her cute chubby fingers tug on his pigtails. all while he makes funny faces that without fail guarantees a burst of tiny giggles, even if she'd previously been crying.
half-curse roommate!choso who also doesn't seem to mind when toji, said actual baby daddy shows up unannounced, usually at some ungodly hour to 'see his girls'. although you suspect that by 'his girls' instead of you and the baby, toji means your milk swollen tits and your creamy mommy pussy, as toji spends more time interacting with them than you or the baby. it's only a 2 bedroom apt too, so as not to wake the baby, you are usually fucking in the living room. not very subtly either. it's not like youâre the one lacking in decency though. you always full-on deny toji sex in favor of heavy petting under a blanket. yet after toji's made you lather his fingers in your squirt for the third time that night, your mommy brain, still trying to balance your hormones, goes completely smooth. its easy then for toji's minor requests for you to return the favor by 'just warming his cock up a lil' bit' always lead to major backshots off the edge of the couch. those deadly backshots, were how you got pregnant in the first place, mind you. thankfully, while you're face-down-ass up, youâre blissfully unaware. otherwise youâd be mortified that the sounds of your cushion-muffled moans and wet flesh slapping together drown out the shuffling scurry of feet and carefully shut doors when your roommate has to cross the living room to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.
half-curse roommate!choso who although you think is super sweet, being half curse makes him a bit naive. still, his endearing boyish charm is much welcomed when you are so used to toji's gruff and blunt personality. you also love choso's reactions when you flatter him with compliments like: 'you're the best choso!' or 'what would i do without you?' choso's ears will always redden he becomes bashful and quiet. you really mean every word tho! although you always get the biggest reaction, widening eyes and a blush that extends past his ears to his cheerful cheeks when you adoringly profess 'choso, you'll make such a good daddy one day ~⥠' if he's even choked on his own spit a few times and you have to hide your giggles as you pat his back until he can swallow properly again.
half-curse roommate!choso who deliberately takes night shifts now. not just to give you your privacy for when toji comes over, but he tells you it's so he could watch the baby in case your nanny, who has bailed on you a few times before, doesn't show up. when you protest, telling choso he doesn't need to rearrange his whole life for you, he won't hear anything else about it. he's half curse he reasons, he's more suited to patrolling the night shifts anyway. you honestly don't even know how to thank choso who is honestly more of a co-parent then toji at this point.
half-curse roommate!choso who practically has a heart attack when he comes into the kitchen on his way to work, to find you with your bare breasts out feeding your baby girl on one boob and a pump machine on the other. you quickly have to calm him down and let him know that it's a perfectly natural thing to breastfeed in the open and is nothing him nor you need to be ashamed about. although it's true you usually pumped at night when choso was already at work so your baby could have fresh bottles for the morning, today your breasts were extra sore from being so full and your baby girl much too fussy. so that's what had you in the kitchen for an impromptu feed n' pump session.
half-curse roommate!choso who apologizes for his reaction as he didn't mean to offend you (he didn't, but he's soooo cute for thinking he did). opening up to you, choso divulges he never knew any of this as he didn't grow up with a mom. you knew choso was half-curse but you're shocked to discover he's a literal test tube baby and thereby completely unaware of most healthy parent-child dynamics. choso was definitely never breastfed. you smile at his genuine curiosity when he asks you to tell him more. so you explain that this impromptu feeding is more to pacify the baby. other than nourishment, nursing was one important way a mother could bond with a child so young. it provided the baby comfort and was one of the best ways to get them to settle down. and just like magic before choso's eyes your baby girl had been soothed in a matter of minutes, her anxious gurgles calming into soft coos as she sleeps.
half-curse roommate!choso whose desperately tries to retain eye contact as he converses with you at the kitchen table. your totally clonked-out baby girl had unlatched and you proceeded to have a normal conversation with him like your whole swollen n' leaky tit wasn't so casually exposed. choso berates himself to focus and 'act normal'. he knows its normal, you told him as much yourself and you're being normal. so why does choso feel everything but normal right now? choso panics. Itâs way too hot in here! he had to get out, like now âwhat time was it again? standing up abruptly, choso sudden motion startles you when he announces he would be late to work, if he didn't leave right now. choso immediately regrets it though once he sees your furrowed brow and plump lil pout as you had been enjoying your conversation. choso knows because of the baby and toji that you don't get out much. frantic to make amends, choso can't help but to pay you a compliment on his way out the door. now it was your turn to blush wildly when he sincerely looked you in the eye and saysâ
âheh, i wish i grew up with a mommy, especially one as lovely as you.â
half-curse roommate!choso who comes back home earlier than usual that night, around 3 am but looks like he's worked a whole weeks worth of night shifts from his worn down appearance. his robes are tattered in various places, the bags under his eyes are more pronounced than usual, and wait... is that blood!? it took him a while to snap out of his dissociative melancholy, to notice you were even awake at this hour. trying to keep it together, choso gives you a smile that doesn't quite reach his own gaze. he honestly expected you to be asleep, as your baby girl usually slept well throughout the night. but you told him she had woken up an hour ago hungry and now you couldn't fall back asleep. truly though, you are a sight for sore eyes to choso. yet choso still cant help but feel more like a burden and failure when you begin to worry over if he had any injuries. the blood on him isn't his though, its civilians. so many, he hadn't been able to save everyone when a special grade curse had attacked a large apartment complex. 'its not your fault choso!' you along with everyone else had told him but it doesn't make it hurt any less. seeing people cry out for their fallen loved ones, he knew that pain all too well. no one else should have to suffer it while he had the power to prevent it.
half-curse roommate!choso who you make it your mission to comfort. he's always doing everything to help you, it's the least you can do in his time of need! gently you drag choso by one of his muscular arms to the sofa. you motion for him him lay his head on your shoulder and once he is settled, your arm cradles his head with delicate pats. however, itâs when you feel chosoâs silent, wet tears hit your skin and he can no longer hold back his trembling, maternal instincts kick in. You immediately guide him to lie on his side, pulling him against your plush, buoyant chest so you can cradle him close, slipping effortlessly into full "mommy-mode." you coo lovingly for him to 'let it all out' as he sobs. you figure grown man or not choso is unlikely to ever have been given the grace just to unload on someone. he certainly wouldn't with his only remaining brother, yuji, who choso would never dream of burdening with his own problems. yet, like an angel, your warm hushes and gentle rocking soothes choso, wrapping him in a comforting embrace like a much needed security blanket. With soft caresses, you brush his wispy bangs away from his handsome face, keeping them from sticking to his tear stained skin. choso in turn pushes his face deeper into your bosom, clutching onto you like a lifeline.
half-curse roommate!choso who you'd been holding for quite a while when it finally dawns on you the increasing puddle of moisture you feel on your chest isn't the result of his teary sobs but your leaky tits. omg owww! and no sooner did you notice that fact then the familiar ache of them being too full confirms it. its clear to you now choso's crying had triggered your milk production as it if he had been your own child! although speaking of baby girls, choso looked so sweet and content with face buried into your plush curves, his own tears now dried. you absolutely hate to have to move him. but you knew you needed to because while you weren't ashamed of your completely natural bodily reactions âyou also had enough couth not to drip your breast milk all over someone's face!
half-curse roommate!choso whose cheek you swipe feather like touches over as you tell him you have to get up. choso's response of course though is to hold on to you that much tighter. his croaky whispers plead to you, proclaiming how this 'feels so nice' âoutright begging to stay like this for just a bit longer. and while his sappy puppy dog pout is activating something in you, and you want to give-in, the increasing swell of your tits is becoming unbearable. you need to go pump, like asap. so you try to bargin with choso that you can hold him more in a bit but right now you are soiling yourself and him.
half-curse roommate!choso who curiously enough, had been oblivious that the soaked wetness gathering between the both of you is no longer coming from him. daring to lick his lips, choso whimpers as he can taste the creamy, and mildly sugary, secretions that settled on them. you're so mortified to see choso's face covered in a sheen of your breastmilk you fail to notice just how intensely heâs been staring at your nipples. your pert lil' buds, practically greeting him, beckoning to him, centimeters from his face through your now soaked, transparent white pj top.
half-curse roommate!choso who upon zeroing in on the small pearly beads of milk pebbling through the fabric of your shirt, instinctively leans in to lap it up with a tentative lick. the action shocks you as you gasp, swallowing hard. your breasts feel so heavy with milk and are positively aching to release even the tiniest bit of it. unfortunately, choso's continuous microlicks only tease the idea of relief, the texture of his tongue chafing your soppy tee against your sore nips which had begun to tighten even harderâ it was pure torture.
"c-choso!"
half-curse roommate!choso who when hearing his name squeaked out in such a pitchy cry immediately stops. instantly realizing what he's doing a stream of "s-shit shit, m'sorry, m'sorry!!" appologies slur out of him. choso looks up at you sheepishly, face burning in shame as he continues. "i-it's just that you're so soft n' warm... n' i've never felt so safe anywhere before, well ever! i swear it! i-i know that's no excuse but it tasted s'gud..." not being able to look you in the eyes anymore you can tell choso is about to pull away and instantly your fingers tangle up around one of his pigtails, holding him in place. you shake your head. "mm n-no, cho if you want to have some more, you can... if it's not too weird for you." all your good sensibilities are screaming at you, this isn't a good idea. never in a million years did you expect to be in this situation with choso. however such is life, and the facts are now: its late, your tiddies ache miserably and choso is giving very much eager baby girl ready to be nursed. how could you be expected to have the willpower to disengage??
"ya know, you'd actually be doing me a favor cho... pumps can be so uncomfortable and a mouth always feels so much better⊠um, is that okay?"
half-curse roommate!choso who thinks its more than okay and from then on gleefully volunteers to become your living, breathing, personal breast pump. you had to dump so much of what you would normally pump anyway, your body working overtime to produce milk as your baby girl definitely had the appetite of her often absentee daddy who at least would send money for bills and diapers consistently. sweet baby jesus, toji would most certainly go slap the fuck off if he found out about these breast pump!choso sessions. but tbh? fuck toji because he isn't here to drain your overactive milk ducts, choso is. and choso is so eager to do it too! its toji's own damn fault you decide. just like you decided to rationalize to yourself that choso latching onto your milk bloated tiddies is strictly quid pro quo. choso's simply helping you drain your tits and you're giving him the intimacy he so desperately craves. this is a friendly thing⊠youâre healing his inner-child and fears of abandonment âif anything you're like his mom, right? perfectly platonic.
half-curse roommate!choso who forces you to confront the fact there's nothing platonic to you about him so lewdly moaning out 'mommy' as he swirls his tongue around the plump fat of your puffy areolas. you can barely see his face now as choso isn't content unless he's practically suffocating himself under your heavy mammaries while he nurses on them. you swear choso would swallow your whole boob completely if he could get it all in his mouth. not leaving the other ignored, Chosoâs hand gently bounces and massages the one he isnât sucking, stimulating milk flow to be ready for when her turn comes. you suppose this was also around the same time he started calling you 'mommy' and that you'd end your pump sessions with your thong wet, sticky and practically glued onto your twitching cunny.
half-curse roommate!choso who causes your thoughts wander to more debased and salacious fantasies the longer he's latched onto you. would choso latch on just as well to your clit? would he smother himself just as deeply into yout cunt? and most importanly...would he enjoy suckling out the savory umami flavor of your pussy juices just as much as your sweet creamy tits? you imagine choso would do just as good of a job coaxing your cunt to spill its nectar as he did with your lactating breasts. these lewd ponderings ensure that by the end of every one of choso's feedings your pussy would be aching far more deeply than your tits ever were. but there was one BIG problem preventing this from becoming your reality...
half-curse roommate!choso who you aren't getting any sexual vibes from. at all. you think, like a lot of things, choso is clueless. so of course he doesn't know how often your clit pokes out between your pussy lips to throb to the flick of his tongue on your stiffened peaks. nor how your actual tummy would flutter, abs sucking in aggressively when he'd accidentally rake his teeth over your pert flesh... how could he? he wasn't even hard! your 'baby girl' choso would even doze off at times, all the while languidly slurping your soggy nipples raw. although it's not like you could really tell for certain... choso is always in baggy sweats or robes. you'd convinced yourself though that even if choso was a little slow on the uptake, he was still a man. and you knew exactly how men could be, thanks to toji. there's no way he could have contained his urges over a half dozen times if he was felt anything erotic about the way heâs so viciously slurping up the suds of his spit and your milk. choso is so sloppy with it, thereâs rarely a moment where milk isnât dribbling down from the corners of his lips.
half-curse roommate!choso who you are able to confirm definitely gets hard when after a nursing session, you spy him in the bathroom through the crack of the door. choso failed to shut it all the way. this gives you the perfect silver of a view to see him hunched over and resting his forearm on the wall, as he frantically jerks himself over the toilet. much of choso's black undershirt is currently stuffed into his mouth, giving him chipmunk cheeks as he attempts to silence his needy whimpers. the entirety of his sculpted abs and pecs are on display and your eyes canât stop their journey to drift lower and lower. your own legs rub together as you notice how much choso is actually shaking, ferally chasing his nirvana as he thrusts hisârather large n' hefty cock âinto his pre soaked palm. holy shit he had to be as big as toji! you're openly gawking, the crack in the door opening a little wider with your face pressing against it but choso isn't even in this reality anymore to be interrupted. his eyes squeeze shut as he envisions his thick cock between your bouncing tits, your sweet nourishing milk oozing over his balls. safe to say, choso had been extremely hard up this entire time. you find out just how hard up too when after immediately cumming his dick is still twitching as he starts stroking himself once more, youâd stand there while he would do it do twice more too.
half-curse roommate!choso whose eyes fly open during your very next feeding session when not 5 minutes in your delicate hand cups his dick over his sweats outta nowhere. oh he's VERY hard. choso is a hair away from bussin right then when he feels your silky smooth hands sneak beneath his sweats grasp his hefty cock. his breath hitches around your breast as he chokes on your milk from you running your thumb over his wet slit. choso's fat round cockhead already dampened his swampy shorts with pre. you can't even fit your hand all the way around him but that didn't stop choso's eyes from rolling back into his head when you give him those first few pumps. soft grip twisting using the liquid already running out of his tip as lubricant.
"ungh, whaa...?"
half-curse roommate!choso who can't even succinctly question what's going on because the fact you actually have your pretty palm around his cock is melting his mind and destroying any sense he has of space and time. this had to be a wonderful dream? had he somehow fallen asleep, drowned and or smothered himself in your breasts and this was heaven? it felt like it. shit, his own rough hand could never compare. you sweetly blow a kiss down at him, your movements only increasing in speed and friction.
"you earned this, cho. it's only fair mommy milks you after you've done such a good job for mommy being her pump baby..."
half-curse roommate!choso who hisses when you fully tug his engorged length out of his shorts. his cock pulses angrily, still inflamed even as the cool air hits it. fresh hot tears run down chosoâs cheeks and spill on your chest as the pleasure is almost unbearable for him. choso won't last long the way his red tip is sobbing, soaking on to his quivering belly and you know it. "
c'mon baby. be a good boy and cum for mommy, yeah?"
you moan as choso nips and sucks ferally at your tits, other hand twisting and pinching your wet n puffy nipples enough to make you whine for even more. god, youâd never been this sensitive??would you finally cum just from your tits? watching choso fall to pieces in your lap and on your breast is something you didn't know how much you needed until this very moment.
"mommy m'c-c-cumming!"
lifting his hips to thrust up into your hand, choso spurts his frothy load like a supersoaker. itâs like a geyser, so much more than you'd ever seen a man cum before âand by your hand alone! your fingers attempts to contain his vicious cum but it spurts out everywhere. syrupy semen coats him, the sofa, and especially your forearm. a deviously sweet smile plays on your lips when your hand doesn't stop its twisting and pumping motions. getting every last bit of milk out, like choso had always done for you.
"mmm' nah cho-cho, i think you can give mommy more right?"
sniffling around your breast choso blissfully pleas for your to wait but his greedy little hips never stop, chasing even more ecstasy despite his over sensitive cock making his head swim.
"m-mommy m'pweaseeee..."
"mommy? huh? the fuck is all this bullshit!?"
oh whoops, when did toji get here?
half-curse roommate!choso who you have to shield from the wrath of babydaddy!toji who is totally crashing tf out over you catching you in such a compromising with choso. toji is roaring for you to get out of the way so he can 'handle' this. you refuse, telling toji heâd never see you again, your pussy or your tits... not to mention never see his daughter, if he harmed a single hair on choso's pigtailed head. your voice, elevated to a yelling to match tojiâs, is what sets your daughter off and you demand toji go get her. youâre putting papa bear on time out. besides he needs to go cool off and spend time with his baby girl, who rarely sees him when sheâs actually awake. you weren't in any kind of relationship with toji so he had no right to be angry. surprisingly, toji just grumbles, and obeys. glaring death at choso on the way to your bedroom. he's barating himself for even thinking that dweeby loser was harmless. although toji coulda swore choso was a eunuch at first glance.
babydaddy!toji who honestly, isn't even livid over seeing your freshly manicured nails, that he'd cash app'd you the money for, overflowing with choso's cum. your grip, still stroking the last spurts from his spent cock. a sympathy hand job wasn't too surprising really. especially since toji knew fapping is exactly what the lil' emo cuck did in the bathroom the nights toji actually spent over. choso would pathetically beat his meat to the squelchy sounds of your stretched, wet pussy, farting around toji's girth, ripping through your guts.
babydaddy!toji isn't even particularly upset with choso's pathetic display of tears, cumming like a whiny bitch boy while calling you his 'mommy'. disgusting. no frankly, what's really got toji hot and wanting to spill choso's blood is the massive messy milk ring pooling around choso's mouth and running down his chin. rage seethes through toji at the revelation: it's choso's fault toji hadn't been getting as much milk lately when he'd come over to play with his favorite girls (your tits).
half-curse roommate!choso who doesn't know how bad toji is plotting to get him out of the picture for good. somehow without harming him and pissing you off. toji wouldn't stand for this much longer though, that milk was meant for just for toji (and his daughter ofc, he supposes).
tsk, fuck! âsuckinâ on those jumbo mommy milkers was the only reason why babydaddy!toji had worked so hard to get you fucking pregnant in the first place. >:(
đȘđ·: i'm ovulating and i need one of these men to put a baby in me. choso and toji with lactating kinks make my brain go crazy. one day ill write the gojo x nanami x milf!reader lactation fic based off one of my fav h-animes lol bet. also no one yell at me i wrote these at work and school when i was bored and my actual full fics i need like my entire focused brain to write lol
đ€đ«đČđŹđđđ„'đŹ đ§đšđđđŹâïčৠ. first mini connie fic, i wanted something cute!!!! i have a longer one in my wips, hehe⊠hope you will like this <3
The sounds of the game Detroit Become Human lulled Connie into a high. Even Eren's grunts when he made a choice that would negatively impact the story were like a sweet melody accompanying him as he floated, staring at the ceiling with glazed over eyes. Everything was perfect; he was so relaxed he wasn't thinking about the addicted clients he'd have to serve tomorrow, or how hard Ony would beat him if he knew how he was going to make his sister cum tonight.
He glanced down the stairs, alerted by your footsteps, as if you were divinely connected. His eyes followed you down with your tablet, wearing a pale pink leggings and vest set from I AM GIA. No one in your family knew, but Connie had bought it, and he felt hot just thinking you were wearing it on purpose because he was there. You looked like a pilates princess, and your vanilla scent filled the room as you approached your brother's group of friends, making Connie intoxicated, as always.
Everyone greeted you except Connie, who must play it cool as if his dick wasn't making regular in-and-out motions inside you at least four times a week. As if his heart wasn't beating, his body wasn't breathing for your beautiful, sparkling brown eyes.
You glanced at Connie, smiling shyly as if he were a stranger and not your boyfriend of several years. It was a shame your overprotective brother was in the room; you would have loved to get down on your knees to kiss the tattoos on his stomach and take his pierced dick in your mouth, turned on by his dark streetwear outfit, contrasting with your pink one. He looked like a bad boy, but the only bad guy here was Eren; Connie was a loverboy. He returned your small smile by discreetly patting the spot next to him. You sat down next to him, pleased because you thought he was looking at the drawings you were making on your tablet, but the truth was that Connie was staring at your thick thighs, which had tripled in size in your seated position. He remembered what it felt like to have them trembling around his head and adjusted his sweatpants so his erection wouldn't be noticeable. He took out his phone. You had to know.
âI want to be inside you.â
Concentrated in your digital art and oblivious to the tension, your stylus stopped drawing, your eyes rereading the message in confusion.
âIn a food, stabbing, or sexual way?â You sent.
Connie giggled softly when he received the notification. You and your autistic brain that takes everything literally. Dirty talk was a pain in the ass with you.
âAll three. Your beauty stabs me, I want to eat you up to have you inside me, and I want to fuck you.â
âThatâs something Chikage from Hakuouki would have said.â
âWho is this nobody from another otome?â
âSpeak of my husband with respect.â
âYour real future husband is right here, princesa,â he whispered in your ear. You shivered at the sensual intonation of his voice, as close as you were, your body overheating at the thought of tonight. You checked that no one was looking in your direction so you could sign âI hope so, but you know itâs not possible.â
Connie didnât lose his sweet expression, still a playful glint in his eyes. He placed his hand on your thigh to grasp the soft flesh. âOny will have to kill me with his own hands to prevent our future together. Even my spirit will haunt him. He canât do anything to me.âÂ
You quickly brushed his hand away, heat rising to your neck and burning your cheeks.
Your relationship consisted of three things: acting like goofy fools together, him playing the hero of forbidden romances, and him making love to you passionately and tenderly.
Being with Connie was like living a real rom-com, even though he was a drug dealer.
You were writing a new message. âIâm going to leave you, you make my head boil.â
He laughed softly. âSince when does my girl understand metaphors like that?â
âYes, you are. Look at what you sent me a few minutes ago.âÂ
You ignored him and went back up to your room and once at the top of the stairs you gave him the finger and he just gave you his stupid smile with his red eyes because of the weed.
  ââââââââ đ„đđđđ« đđĄđđ đ§đąđ đĄđ,
Connie walked into your room, immediately ripping off his hoodie and t-shirt and throwing them on the floor, revealing his fully tattooed chest and abdomen. Filled with designs you'd done, like the rose that started its stem on his hip and whose petals touched his ribs, the soft style of the tattoo contrasted with the harsh lines of the ink. But Connie loved it. It was like having you and him inside him, on him, for him.Â
'Heaven or Las Vegas' by Cocteau Twins played softly in your room as you sat at your vanity. The dream pop song made Connie, who was stoned out, drift even further into the psychedelic atmosphere. You detangled your hair with hair milk, separating it into four twistsâtwo in the front on each side, two in the backâso it would be easier to manage tomorrow when you went to get your hair braided by your favorite braider, who didn't charge an entire month's salary for long knotless braids. Connie admired the goddess who was his girlfriend for a long time, licking his lips as he noticed you were wearing that Savage X Fenty pale rose nightgown, which was sheer, with a ribbon bow at the center of your chest.
âMami, I missed you,â he whispered, wrapping his arms around your neck and burying his face in your scalp, inhaling the scent of rosemary mint from your Mielle hair oil, castor oil, and shea butter from your Skala leave-in conditioner. He bought that one for you after seeing a TikTok about a Brazilian influencer with the same curl pattern as you recommending it.
With your hands manicured in a French manicure, you used sign language to communicate âWe saw each other earlier,â with a roll of your eyes.
âI know, but Iâm obsessed with my princess.â He kissed the back of your neck, his cuban accent adding charisma to his voice.Â
His desire, love, and passion for you, dripping from his voice, made you feel all giddy and fuzzy in your stomach. You smiled shyly at him in the mirror of your heart-shaped vanity.
âDonât smile like that,â he said softly, almost desperately, his red eyes and dilated pupils even more affected by your little smile. âYouâre so gorgeous in this.â He played with the thin straps of your nightgown. âBut Iâm sure youâre even prettier without them, arenât you, baby?âÂ
Shyly, you ignored his compliment and finished styling your hair before protecting it with your satin bonnet, the same color as your wardrobe, before getting up to hug Connie. Thinking he wanted to make love now, you led him toward the bed, but Connie spun you around.
Chuckling, you understood he wanted to dance and followed him, as the dream pop song stopped to make way for âPunch Drunkâ by Sade. A wordless jazz track, purely instrumental, that made you feel like you were in an old jazz bar with your secret forbidden lover.Â
His hand on the small of your back, Connie made you dance, roaming around your room, laughing when you bumped into furniture because the space was small, kissing you when the saxophone was more intense than ever. He took advantage of the kisses to move his hands up and caress the voluptuous curves of your chubby body. Your fat ass, which he gripped even though you tried to push him away, the pudginess of your belly that he loved to feel under his fingers, and your ample breasts that rose and fell rapidly before him because of your barely concealed desire.
âUse your voice, what do you want?â he teased, knowing damn well you had nonverbal autism.
You glared at him and tried to push him away, but he threw you onto the bed.
âAww, Iâm such a bad boyfriend, I have to make amends for my crimes.â
He removed the rest of his clothes, keeping his black boxer briefs on for now. He stayed on his knees on the bed as you lay there, resting on your elbows.
You nodded at what he said and lifted your legs to place your French-manicured foot on the center of his collarbones. Connie smirked, knowing what you wanted.
He took your foot in his hands and kissed it all over, from heel to toe, appreciating the softness of your skin as you had just come from the shower where you had exfoliated. He wrapped his tongue around your toes, then sucked on them, his gray eyes fixed on you, a fire igniting from your core and spreading through your body.
You wanted this, you needed this. You gave him your other foot where he did the same, little shivers running through you at the movements of his tongue on your skin. Your breathing quickened as his lips moved up your leg, venturing under your nightgown. You couldn't see Connie because of your chubby belly, so you lay fully on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Not being able to speak or see him should have made your sex life difficult, but it was quite the opposite. Connie regularly checked for your consent and comfort; your nonverbal communication wasn't an issue. You tugged at his hair to let him know you liked what his tongue was doing, and you patted his shoulders to tell him to pause because the wave of overstimulation was near. As for the detailsâhow fast or slow to use his tongue, which spot to lickâConnie paid close attention to your breathing and the way your thighs clenched around his head to gauge whether he was doing a good job.
âIâm gonna keep this on you,â he breathed, liking the lacy pink panties you were wearing. He pushed it to the side, his warm breath on your cunt, in need for attention.
The music switched to âIceblink Punkâ by Cocteau Twins, and the combination of the psychedelic sound and Connieâs tongue plunging into you was surreal. You felt like you were floating high in the sky.
Connie was truly gentle, slow, and calm when he was eating you out. Eating pussy was an art, and he was the Mozart and Shakespeare of the field. He took his time pleasuring you, smiling because even when you couldnât speak; you didnât fake your panting. The warm metal ball of his piercing kept rolling around your throbbing bud, just to feel your legs tremble, but his tongue explored every corner, collecting your arousal in his mouth. He was even disappointed you'd just showered, because it lacked flavor. He was a perverted loverboy like that, yeah.
Lapping through wet folds, he groaned every time he felt the pulse of your pussy in his mouth. His hands gripped your thick hips, making them grind against his face, to guide you, to show you it was okay to do that, because your autism sometimes made you a motionless robot during sex.
âYouâre okay, baby?â he asked softly, reassured when you stroked his scalp to say yes.
After a comfortable rhythm of hip movements settled in, he removed his hands and sank his fingers inside you, all the while sucking your clit. A searing, burning sensation in your lower abdomen, almost setting your whole being ablaze, as you pulled at his short hair that had grown since his buzzcut to indicate to him that the combination was perfect.
When you reached your peak, there were no dramatic expressions or noises, just Connie nearly choking as you pushed your pelvic floor into his head and painfully squeezed your thighs around him.
âStill in a hyposensitivity mode?â he whispered, as he managed to pull away from your grip.
You nodded, catching your breath. Connie was always attentive to your autistic sensory needs, especially when you were in a sensory-seeking mode, or a mode where your sensitivity was low and you needed a lot of stimulation, like now.
He removed his underwear, nudging your entrance with his pierced tip as he laid down on you, putting all his weight on you. You were crushed by him, but it was perfect. To further satisfy your sensory needs, he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing comfortably. It was the perfect combination of pressure for you.
âNo tits touching?â
You shook your head. Sometimes, you needed a lot of stimulation while simultaneously hating stimulation somewhere.
He leaned down to kiss your neck. âOkay, mami. Gonna take of you, now. Do you feel my piercing?â
He slid his pierced dick through the folds, still not entering for the moment. Your hands caressed his back, digging your nails into it to communicate that yes, you feel it, and you like it. He groaned, placing more passionate open-mouthed kisses on your skin. He pushed his hips, your warmth welcoming him like a king. He smiled against your skin hearing your usual gasp when his full size was inside you.
âCanât handle these inches, huh?â he teased, sucking your earlobe. âYouâre gonna take this dick anyway. Too bad for you, princesa.â
He leaned back to see your eyes widening every time he penetrated you. He moved his hips backward to let you breathe and pushed back in.
âWhy is she wetter than usual?â
He looked at your slick cock, which covered his face with awe.
You pointed at his red eyes. His smile widened.
âAre you turned on by my stoner self? Youâre so cute.â He kissed you, his tongue entwined with yours. You breathed softly into the kiss, overwhelmed by him, his dick, his affection.
He slipped his hands under your bent knees and placed them on his shoulders. The position you were in made it impossible for him to hide your belly rolls under your sheer nightgown. He looked terrifying with his low groan and his eyes dilated by weed and your beauty, staring at your curves as if he wanted to devour you whole. He wrapped his hand around your neck again, to your great pleasure. He increased the speed of his thrusts, panting above you, obsessed with the sight of your eyes rolling back when he touched a sensitive spot inside you.
A fever rose in your belly; you were embarrassed to come so quickly again, but every movement of Connie's was precise and deep, so he chuckled when he felt your legs clench his head once more.
He kissed your forehead.
âMy baby is needy tonight.â
You nodded, cuddling him, pleading with your eyes to go even faster and harder.
He gladly spent the whole night taking care of you like he always does. Because thatâs the thing about Connie: when his princess wants something, heâs going to give it to her. Even if his best friend, your brother, would kill him if he knew.
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đïžâđČđ°đđŽ đ¶đ¶đž........... THE SORCERER KILLER
......filed under the that's not my jjk man series
visitor log: an extra toji fushiguro should be double the trouble and double the fun but neither likes to share, you know for sure which ones your tojiâbut do you really even care?
classifications: bratty!reader, brat taming, breeding, baby trapping, hair pulling, spit play + creampies, jealousy, grump!toji, daddy kink
incidents: 4.8k
*bam-bam*
Your favorite playlist pulses through the speakers as you occasionally stir the creamy mac and cheese simmering thatâs almost ready for dinner, the rich aroma of melted cheddar and butter fills the kitchen.
Using the spatula as a microphone youâre filming a cute lil reel for all your IG followers. So absorbed in the tasks the unexpected knock at the door pulls you from your groove.
âTojiâDaddy, Iâm still cooking. Can you get the door?â
Urgh, youâd have to edit this out.
*bam-bam*
âBaby, thereâs someone at the door!â
*bam-bam*
âTOJI! ANSWER THE DAMN DOOR NOW!â
Irritated, you stop recording and storm out of the kitchen.Â
To be honest you are already at your witsâ end as Toji had been gone all week and had promised to take you out tonightâquarantine be damnedâafter being stuck in the house for so long. However, he showed up much earlier than expected, looking like a stray dog who hadnât seen shelter in days and grumbling about being hungry.Â
He frankly didnât look like heâd be in any condition to take you out later but you werenât about to let him weasel out of this so easily. So you drew him a bath, sat him in front of the TV with some beers and were now cooking him food like the good little domesticated girlfriend you were proving to beâensuring he had no excuse not to take you out tonight.
You wanted date night and new content to post after so long in isolation!
Stomping into the living room, ready to tell him off, you find Toji completely knocked out on the sofa, sound asleep snoring, with a UFC match playing on the TV.
âUgh, youâre lucky youâre kinda cute when you sleep, old manâŠâ
You shake your head, yet the pounding at the door interrupts your musings.Â
*bam-bam-bam*
âYeah, yeah Iâm coming! Keep it in your pants.â
Rolling your eyes, you mumble the last part under your breath.
Wiping your hands on your apron, you peep through the window only to see that your impatient visitor wasâhuh?!
TOJI!?Â
âHey, been waitinâ out âere forever doll, lower the barrier. Câmon, mamas.â
You freeze before slowly backing away from the door.
Fuck! A doppelgĂ€nger âŠ?Â
Or waitâŠsurely your Toji is already inside, right?
RIGHT?!
Quietly, you creep back down the hall into the living room to find Toji still passed out on the couch. His head tilts back, mouth opened wide enough to catch flies as he continues to snore, legs sprawled out in a manspread. In one of Tojiâs hands he holds a scratched-off lottery ticket (he won 2000 yen), while the other lazily scratches his balls in his sleep.Â
Empty, crushed beer cans are scattered across your coffee table, while the crumbs from your brand new, yet now-demolished, bag of wasabi peas linger on his chest.
Yeah⊠*sighs* ...this was definitely your Toji alright.Â
It also dawns on you that with his heavenly restriction, any barrier is pretty much nullified.Â
Toji didnât need you to lower it for him. He could waltz right in himself like it wasnât thereâlike heâd done earlier tooâcompletely surprising you as he didnât even bother to knock or call ahead.Â
Okay, well, yayâyour first dopplegĂ€nger encounter and you correctly identified it.Â
That was simple enough.
Now to actually deal with the doppelgĂ€nger at your door was a different matter entirely.Â
You sure as fuck werenât letting them in.Â
But you also werenât so sure it would just go away on its own as theyâve been reported to be pretty persistent.
Tsk, should you wake Toji up then?Â
You knew Toji to be a big grumpy olâ man bear after a nap and you didnât want to deal with that. Plus, youâd barely seen him all week with an increase in his contracts from Shiu due to the doppelgĂ€nger appearances, itâs why heâs passed out so hard in the first place.
Toji would be even more disgruntled to see a doppelgĂ€nger of himself of all people, effectively ruining the night youâve been waiting all week for.
So you would just have to get rid of this fraud Toji yourselfâŠsomehow.
Easier said than done though as itâs not like you could kill the thing yourself, being the low grade sorcerer you are, especially if it mimicked Tojiâs strength too.
You lightly chew your nail in contemplation, unsure of what to do exactly when you hear the knocking again, this time more urgent.Â
*bam-bam-bam-bam-bam*
Shit at this rate the real Toji would wake up.
With a huff you return to the foyer. You were more quiet this time in your approach but the doppelgĂ€nger curse senses you regardless as he speaks to you through the door.Â
âCâmon on baby, Iâm so sorry for not being around as much. Please lower the barrier, alrite? Iâll make it up tâya mamas.â
Cautiously peeking out the window again you frown as doppelgĂ€nger Toji is still parked outside your door, clearly not going anywhere. The copy was pretty convincing too you have to admit, looking every bit as delectable as the real thingâmaybe even a bit moreâgiven the actual Tojiâs current sloppy couch potato status.
BUTââSo sorry?!â Â
Since when did Toji ever so willingly apologize for anythingâand the âpleaseâ?!Â
Yeah, please is right, as itâs something Toji would never say this easilyâthis creature was definitely not your Toji!
Even if you had been moved ever-so-slightly by the tinge of genuine contrition in its voice, this thing had Tojiâs personality all wrong.
You had to admit it was a pretty good ploy though.Â
The curse even sounded just like Toji and used similar lingo, it was almost flawlessâbutâthe flaw it did have was huge.Â
âListen, Iâm gonna level with you. Itâs not worth it buddy, turn into someone else. He's sleeping now but he'll literally rip you apart if he wakes up and I donât wanna deal with the âtude heâs gonna have after. It will ruin our whole date night and I never get date night!â
You harshly whispered through the door.Â
Although, to be honest you were a little embarrassed you let that last part slip out like that. However your frustrations from the isolation were boiling over and this Toji looked just like the real one, you couldnât help but take it out a little bit on them.
âBesides, I know for a fact you arenât the real Toji.â
Pulling away from the window, you check the barrier again as you silently hope the doppelgĂ€nger will just get the hint and leave.Â
Standing in the foyer, you donât hear anything for a minute and you think it might have actually leftâalthough you wouldnât know without looking again as the thing seemingly also mimicked heavenly restriction to a certain extent as you werenât able to sense him either. However, thankfully the limitations of the fraud Toji appeared to be keeping it from freely passing through barriers apparentlyâone thing thankfully that could not be mimicked.Â
âYa know maâŠI already knowâthat you know, that is. Tsk, wouldn't be hard to figure out, given his abilities alone.â
Tojiâs smooth voice comes through the door. Well, not your Toji, Toji #2, the doppelgĂ€nger.Â
You had a sassy remark ready to throw at him but the doppelgĂ€ngerâs next words give you pause.
âBut it wasnât the abilities that gave me away, right? He doesn't apologize as much as he needs to, eh ma?âÂ
Silence.
âNâ ya really think yâer going out somewhere tonight, mamas? That old man ainât waking up for a while.âÂ
You're not sure how exactly to respond to copycat Toji.Â
Thoroughly stunned, you know his words ring true, yet they manage to sound just as condescending as the real Toji does sometimes when he's certain he's right.
Scoffing, you know you remaining quiet is an answer all on its own.Â
âYou know you donât deserve that, mamas⊠You could do better. Someone who could actually be around more, eh?â
Spot-on in his assessment, doppelgĂ€nger Toji doesnât need to see you chewing on your lip to know he has you hooked. You are too caught up in your own head, left isolated for too long to think rationally at the moment.Â
However, had you taken the time to peek out of the side window again, you would have seen the self-satisfied smirk on the cloneâs face knowing he had slightly hooked you.
âDonât think of me as a copy mamasâconsider me an upgrade.â
When Tojiâthe real Tojiâfinally wakes up, heâs practically ravenous.Â
The wasabi peas did little to satisfy him, waiting for you to finish cooking your famous mac and cheese and drinking all that beer had amplified his hunger even more.Â
Although overall, it had left him tired. He hadnât been on this many jobs in literal years. Though he had turned down many contracts in the past out of disinterest or sheer laziness, the money these clowns were offering to eliminate wayward copies was pure insanity
Upwards of 150 million yen for some light-weight level one & two curses?
Toji would be a fool to turn down that easy money.Â
And while certainly easy, the jobs had been tedious, feeling near endless.Â
Nearly every bastard in Tokyo had a copy running aroundâif not multiple and after a week of non-stop work with barely any sleep, it finally caught up to Toji.
With a yawn more similar to a light roar, Toji looks around, cracking his stiff neck. He isnât sure how much time has passed but heâs a little annoyed. Most of the lights are off and you are nowhere to be found, usually heâd hear you in the kitchen or youâd be curled up beside him, molded into his side body.Â
His eyes briefly narrowing, Toji knows he was supposed to take you out tonight so you can finally get some air after being cooped up so long. But knowing how big a brat you could be, youâd better not have disobeyed him and gone outside yourself just because heâd oversleptâit was still too dangerous.
Yet any remnants of sleep instantly dissipates when Toji hears your soft flirtatious laughter coming from the foyer.Â
Rising up from his hibernation spot on your sofa and following the sound of your voice to the front of the house, Tojiâs annoyance grows with every step. He can sense somethingâs offâhis innate senses are screaming at him.
When Toji lays eyes on you he realizes thereâs actually something that leaves him even more irritated than you speaking with your coworker, Gojo Satoru.
Much worse.Â
You were talking, noâflirting with Tojiâs own doppelgĂ€nger at that!
Not only had you made yourself comfortable, chatting with him through the screen door from a cozy chair while he sat on a stool heâd scooched over on the porch, but youâd even lowered the barrier long enough to give the lousy clone a plate of foodâa plate Toji instantly recognized as the mac and cheese you were supposed to make for him.
You fed that fucker his food too?!
Tojiâs patience dwindles rapidly as you fail to notice him right awayâtoo deep in conversation, happily entertaining a version of Toji that, for once, actually listens to all the topics the real Toji dismisses as âgirly shit.â The clone lavishing praises of your dancing skills and how cute all your photos look as you show off your IG and TikTok.Â
Even though you are genuinely clueless, it's apparent that his doppelgĂ€nger notices Toji. The subtle smirk and twitch of his clone's scarred lip mocks the real Toji as the doppelgĂ€nger leans into the barrier, trying to get closer to you. If Toji were the introspective type, he might have realized in that moment how insufferable he sometimes appeared to you, seeing as how much his own expression had just pissed him offâbut the murderous intent boiling in his veins seared away any such thoughts.
âTHE FUCK?!â
Hearing Tojiâs roar starles you so bad you almost fall out of your chair.Â
Snapping back to reality you had nearly forgotten youâd spent the last 3 hours or so chatting with DTâshort Doppel Tojiâas you dubbed him. Unlike your real block-headed oaf of a boyfriend you have, Doppel Toji was so easy to talk toâabout anything!Â
Wanting to learn more of human culture and customs, Doppel-Toji hung on to your every word as you explained the details of being a new breakout influencer and how hard it was seeing as the real Toji wanted you to block nearly every man who commented on any of your posts. Â
âOh, Toji, youâre finally up? Itâs only been 3 hours and the restaurant is likely closing down by now!âÂ
You roll your eyes.
âAnyway while you were napping, Doppel-Toji, DT here, has been keeping me company.â
Doppel-Toji nodded in approval of the nickname, the same smarmy smirk on his face that the real Toji was itching to rip off.
You turn back to the real Toji, seemingly unaware of just how close he was to losing his entire shit.Â
âBabe, these doppelgĂ€nger âs arenât that bad at all! Some, like DT here, just want to live normal lives as doubles! DT here wants to be a milkman, isn't that right?â
Doppel-Toji gives you a wide smile that reached into his eyes, one that creeped Toji out to see on his own face, especially as you were even smiling back at him foolishly not even realizing how the doppelgĂ€nger âs gaze had since drifted onto your jiggly tits and then even lower to see how your dress had ridden damn near past your supple thighs.Â
Wearing only your cute, thin, cotton-ribbed lil pj dress with cherries printed on it you were practically naked as the sheer material teases the color of your nipples and shows the outline of the thong straps digging into the swell of your thick hips.
Yeah, by the way his doppel is looking at you the real Toji is certain the only milkman job his freak of a doppel wants is to be one turning your succulent fat cunt into heavy cream.
Heh, over the Tojiâs dead fucking body thoughâwell the copy of it at least that's for sure.
âMamas, câmon you canât be this bird-brainedâŠâ
The real Toji crossed his arms leaning on the wall trying to keep his cool so you'd realize on your own just how silly you were being but he unintentionally made you lose yours.
âA bird?! Did you just call me a fuckinâ bird Toji Fushiguro!?â
You turn back to Doppel-Toji, whose smirk shifts to an understanding expression by the time you meet his gaze again.
âSee this is exactly what I was talking about!â
Pointing an accusing finger at the real Toji and DT nods sympathetically, shooting eyes over to the real Toji who didnât need his enhanced senses of heavenly restrict to sniff-out this nice-guy act was all a fuckinâ farce from a mile away.Â
Voicing your frustrations, you're still griping as you once again face the real Toji who was just about fuckinâ fed up with this stupid-ass charade.Â
âListen, Toji we need to talk⊠DT says you donât appreciate me enough! You havenât been around at all lately and I know youâve been busy but you could at least callââ
The real Toji closes his eyes, unraveling his arms and cracking his neck as you continue to prattle on. Heâs at his limit and he ainât about to sit through a nagging lecture all while a phony ass version of himself sat there ridiculing him too.
Furthermore, despite there being truth to Toji not being around lately, heâd actually tried to make up for it the best he could. Toji had venmoâd you money to cover your groceries and billsâsomething he hadnât done for a woman since his late wife!
Overindulging you, Toji even bought you the newly released iphone you wanted (even though you still have last yearâs model and its working just fine). However, according to youâ âyou need the latest new camera for your reels! And what else were you supposed to do but take fire selfies for all your followers if youâre stuck inside all day!âÂ
Rolling his eyes at the memory, Toji wasnât exactly sure when you had domesticated him. Nevertheless, somehow heâd gone from asking you to âhold 4000 yen for the weekâ to sending you large chunks of his payouts to keep you happyâall before he realized heâd cared enough about you to even go this far.Â
If you being a materialistic attention-seeking slutty lilâ thing wasnât enough, you were also greedy tooâstill not satisfied and pouting until he was home again to bend your legs back over your head while he ruined your greedy lil' pussy.
As a result of the real Toji spoiling you sour, youâd turned into the nag before him now. Acting like he cared nothing for you whenever you didnât get your way exactly when and how you wanted it.
ââand thatâs why DT says you better act right before you lose me!â
HehâŠ
Your clingy lil ass wasnât going nowhereâyou were a fuckinâ brat and Toji should have known it would come to this.
Opening his eyes with a chillingly murderous grin, Tojiâs demeanor sends shivers down both you and the doppelgĂ€ngerâs back.Â
âSâthat right ma?âIs that what he says, eh?â
From there it all happened so fast you werenât sure what exactly even happened.
You think Toji had ripped the screen door off its hinges, destroying it and shattering the barrier while seemingly producing inverted spear of heaven out of thin air to take the doppelgĂ€nger's head right off his body.Â
But you werenât sure.
Where were you? Still in the foyer?
In fact, you canât really be sure of anything at the moment as Toji has your nighty rolled up past your tits that bounce wildly in his face as his big brawny hands around forcibly slide you up and down on his girthy cock.Â
You didnât know where your panties had even gone, Toji likely tore them off, shredding them to bits, for all you know.Â
Your thoughts and current timelines are utterly jumbled as Toji completely hollows out your insides, molding your poor abused hole to the shape of his cock. His brawny grip imprints into your flesh, slamming your hips flush to his while allowing his bulbous cockhead to roughly kiss your cervix with every breath-stopping thrust down on his length. Shivers furiously ripple through your body as your clit is continuously assaulted over and over by the unkept pubes at his base.Â
The rough treatmentâjust how you like itâreleases waves of sublime ecstasy sizzling in your brain. Toji is effectively lobotomizing you with his mean fat cock, the relentless drilling thrusts liquifying your consciousness.
FuckâŠwaitâum, what was your name again even?Â
The only name, thing, place you can think of right now begins and ends with Toji as he continues to bully himself inside your body, rippling shockwaves through your cunt that shift your organs around just to his liking.
âTojiiiiiii, d-dahddy puh-leaseeee!!â
Your slurs are near intelligible but Toji can still make out his name as drool spills over your lips almost as fast as your babbles, thoughts of his doppel completely wiped from your slutty lilâ head.Â
Yet even with the now decapitated clone, it wasnât fully dead just yet. It was a stronger one, near special grade, severing its body parts wouldn't be enough to destroy them. The effects of the inverted spear made RCT impossible for it though as it withered on the ground.
It lay helplessly, dying slowly as Toji fucked the dogshit out of you on the comfy chair you had once been in. Proving to you and the curse that no copy could ever hope to have you falling apart like thisâcompletely dumb for his cock only. Â
So easily getting cockdrunk anytime Toji stirs up your guts is why you donât even register the raspy words Toji practically growls as youâ
âYou hear that, baby?â
Smacking your ass hard, your flesh ripples against Tojiâs palm.
âAnswer me slut!â
His insatiable plundering of your cunt as you so blissed-out that the sting of your sore redding ass startles you.
âT-T-Tojsshii!!!â
You whine, sobbing as tears pour down your face, soaking your nighty that was damn near pushed up to your neck now. Toji knowing how big he was usually let you have the reins while in cowgirl but not this timeâthis was your punishment for being such a bitchy lilâ brat thinking he could be swayed behind some empty fuckin' threats of being replaced.
âNuh-uh, slutty mamas.â
Toji mercilessly delivers another opened palmed smack that sizzles the nerve ends on your reddening bottom.
âYa fed that discount version of me my dinnerâso Iâmma have to make my ownâmmm ya hear that? My version of mac nâ cheese sâalmost ready.â
Of course, the mac and cheese Toji is referring to his none other than your ooey gooey cunt. Your pussy lips stretch to their limits, yet desperately swallowing his thick girth with a series of wet squelches, glops, and bubbles. The milky fluids that are pushed out of you make an awful mess, running down Tojiâs heavy balls and soiling your expensive comfy velvet chair.Â
âNow thisâthis is how you make mac nâ cheese ma, hear that creaminess? You thought that fuckinâ loser ass fake was gonna make a freak-nasty pussy like yours sing like this?â
You can only gasp in response, trying to hang onto him and your own sanity while you dig your nails into Tojiâs biceps for leverage as he drills you down on him within an inch of your sanityâthe acoustics of your cunt ringing salaciously in your ears.Â
âTsk, look at ya ma, actinâ like you canât take it when this is what ya really fuckin' wanted all week.â
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
Youâre really going to have to speak up now to get Toji to hear you over the sordid sounds of your cheeks being clapped to hell and back.Â
Another slap stings your ass as you pathetically pout, making Toji smack your jiggly flesh once more for good measure. Your cute lilâ expressions only fuel his mean streak.
âNow mamas, ya know we were never gonna go on that dateânâ I know, ya know why.â
Blushing, you bite your lip, shaking your head as you feign ignorance. holding back your sobsânot wanting to own up to what you and Toji both already know to be facts.
âCâmon slut, donât act all shy now. Ya know the reason why we never go on datesâbecause this filthy leaky cunt of yours canât be âround me for too long without wanting to get filled upâat the movies *smack* âin the back of the bar *smack* âheh, didnât ya even make me fuck ya horny lil ass dirty in the filthy-ass stall at the park? *smack* Bratty lil cunt not being able to wait the 5 minute drive homeâŠâ
Your pussy flutters tighter around Toji, answering for you as he continues to chuckle at your embarrassment. You were a shameless lil' whore for his dick, and you were at your worst level of brat when you didnât get it for even a short period of time.
âWhaddya say then? Ya donât think I appreciate ya ma? Even though I fuck ya, whenever and however your pretty pussy begs for it? Heh. Well then, let me show this pretty cunny how much she's appreciated.âÂ
Further sliding down the chair, Toji plants his feet firmly on the ground so he can pump himself into you harder. The new angle has his cock pounding deliciously against your g-spot. You bounce wildly for a few pumps before your core muscles, fatigued and screaming at you, have you falling forward onto him. Nuzzling your head into his well-sculpted chest to smother your wails, you're unable to do anything but just take it.Â
âYa hear that, mamas? That's your pussy saying thank you to my cock. Sheâs always so grateful t'me mamas, better behaved than you anyday.â
Biting into one of his large pectorals Toji chuckles at your feeble attempt to still rebel against him. Your bites feel more akin to a soft tickleâyet the indents your teeth leave spark a feral urge in Toji, who in turn, ramps up the voracity a few levels.Â
Sliding his hands from your waist he grips your cheeks, spreading them while you sink down further a few millimeters that almost seemed impossible, already being so full of him.Â
âI know she knows how much I care about âer by the way sheâs gushinâ on me, squeezing me like sheâs begging me make her cum, she deserves it even if ya donât.â
Cheeks cracked-open wide, your puckered rear exposed, Toji smirks as he presses his middle finger against your ridges to toy with the entrance of your asshole. When Toji starts rimming the tight ring of muscle in a furious circular motion, the finger already so slick nâ sticky from your juicesâyou can already feel just how fuckin hard your about to cum.
âTskâshame that mouth of yours you always gettinâ her and your lilâ ass in trouble, eh?â
Soundless moans leave you, your throat raw from the straining of your vocalsâthat is until Toji sinks his burly finger deeper into your hole, hooking and pressing against the thin wall to the point he can feel how hard he is coring-out your cunt from even the tight insides of your ass.
OH FUCK!Â
Too much!Â
Too good!
The intrusive and unexpected assault on your back hole is what finally does it for you. Toes curling to the point of cramps your bision blacks out and you think you lost consciousness completely but its your own vocals croaking out cries as you cumâhard that grounds you back to reality. Shivers take over your body and your clenching around Toji so ferally he lets out his own string of curses and he bites into your neck, filling you upâhis hefty load overstuffing your pussy as it squelches out and down the sides of his cock.
You donât know how much time has passed but youâre still trembling in the afterglow of your orgasm. Weakly look up at Toji, all teary-eyed and dazed, in pout so adorable it only makes him want to ruin you more in the most animalistic way possible.
You honestly had him wrapped around your finger like no woman had before and he was going to fuck that knowledge into you, preventing this situation from happening again.
Better yetâToji was gonna fuck a baby into you to prove it.Â
Sear his cum directly into your walls, painting you with his scent and effectively turn your womb into a pretty lil' dump over nâ overâuntil he finally planted his kid in you.
You wouldnât be able to complain to him about being lonely then and fuck knows how long this doppelgĂ€nger shit was gonna last.Â
Fuck tho.
The thought of you fully pregnant and round with his child got his dick back up nâ jumpinâ just from picturing you n'your cute round lil' belly waddling around. So much so that when Toji pulls you off of him to manhandle you into the next position he doesnât even notice your brand new phone on the ground next to his feet untilâÂ
*CRUNCH*
âTojiiii my new phone! I still have reels that havenât been posted!!!â
Youâre coughing out your complaints, dizzy and out of breath from being fucked so hard. Scanning the ground for your phone you can barely support yourself as you bend forward to access the damage, until you feel Toji snatch you back up.
âHeh, fuck that phone and fuck ya IG ma. Iâmma about to give ya something to put on a sonogram insteadânow drape ya fine self over the back of this chair nâ toot that pretty peach of an ass up.â
The slap to your backside this time is so loud the force causes your ears to ring along with the rest of your body to tingle, your tongue lolling out of your mouth drooling from the force rocking into your overstimmed cunt.Â
âNâ mânot asking ya!â
You would have surely collapsed to the ground if Toji, fed up, hadnât just taken matters into his own hands and positioned your limp, ragdoll-like body over the chair himself.
Ass up and out on display, Toji parts your swollen folds with his thumbs. Admiring his cum plugging your gaping slit, Toji gifts a wad of spit into your hole adding to the fluids before he rubs his dick, now even harder than before, through your ruined folds.Â
Grabbing your hair and yanking your head back Tojiâs words send shivers down your spine as he bullies himself into your core once moreâall in one go, taking him in so nicely like a slutty lil glove.
âListen ma, the only DT I ever wanna hear you say is âDaddy Tojiâ. Now scream it for me, baby. Loudly. Tell the whole neighborhood, eh? They're already lookinâ. â
Huh? What was heâŠFuck, the front door was wide open this entire time?!?!
Struggling to keep your bleary eyes open, your body keenly jolts from the backshots Toji is ruthlessly gifting your cunt. Losing yourself to pleasure again you see another doppelgĂ€nger on the approaching from the streetâ
This time itâs a perfect copy ofâyou!Â
However your copy freezes on the lawn once it catches sight of your state caused by the giant bear of a man recklessly pummeling into your limp body from behind and his nearly dead doppel, whose limbs still miraculously twitch while scattered over the porch.Â
Your doppelâs face twists in horror before she quickly flees the scene, smart enough to have more self-preservation than Tojiâs as she wisely decides against engaging in any of these fuckinâ problems.
âź stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest
stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.
stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.
stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.
stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.
stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.
stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.
â idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too
i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol â
â it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger
stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.
his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so goodâ" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnnâ my little girlâs got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow â you're exhausted, your muscles screaming â but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yesâ please nngh! don't stopâ" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."
stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddyâ! so good..."
stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent â him suckling gently while you watched tv â but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "tojiâ" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."
his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.
stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can'tâmnngh! i can't, it's too muchâ" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases â a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."
stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it â his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "haâ mmnh!!â daddy! i'm gonnaâ!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."
stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will seeâ" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuckâ daddy! ânngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.
stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmnâ!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! â fuck... i'm gonna!â" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.
stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's youâ ah!â all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddyâ mmnh!â yes, i love it, i love it!"
stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "pleaseâ i need you to moveâ" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."
stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuckâ i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yesâ mmh! daddyâ yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."
stepdada!kuna ? amazing art from @ dickerystuf on ig / x
clutching your teddy bear while stepdaddy!toji fucks you nasty
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You were on your stomach, face buried deep into your fluffy pink teddy bear, clutching tight onto it.
Tojiâs massive body hovered over you, knees planted on each side of your bent over body on the bed as he shoved your thighs apart wider. His thick cock was already halfway inside your soaked pussy, stretching you open in that brutal, familiar way.
âFuck⊠still so tight every time,â he growled low, voice rough and lazy. He pushed in deeper with one slow, heavy thrust until his hips were flush against your ass, balls pressed against your clit.
You let out a broken whimper into the teddy bear, biting down hard on its soft ear.
Toji chuckled darkly, one hand gripping your waist while the other reached up to push your head harder into the pillow.
âShhh. Bite your little bear if you gotta, but keep that noise down. Wouldnât want your mom waking up to see her precious daughter getting fucked stupid by her stepdad, would we?â
He pulled back almost all the way, letting you feel every inch drag out of your dripping cunt, before slamming back in so hard your body jolted forward. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.
You squeaked into the teddy, tears already wetting its fur. Toji leaned down, his scarred lip brushing your ear as he started pounding you with deep, nasty strokes.
âYeah⊠thatâs it. Hug your fuckinâ teddy tighter while I ruin this pussy.â
Every thrust was mean and deliberate just like his words. His thick cock bullied your walls, hitting that spot that made your toes curl and your brain melt. Your juices were dripping down your thighs, making a mess on the sheets.
âLook at you,â he grunted, voice dripping with mockery, âclutching that stuffed animal like a good girl while your stepdad splits you open. Pathetic⊠and so fucking wet for me.â
He reached under you and rubbed rough circles on your swollen clit, making your legs shake violently.
You moaned louder into the bear, hips twitching back against him even as you tried to run from the overwhelming pleasure. Toji laughed low, speeding up, fucking you harder, the bed creaking under his power.
âGonna cum already? Go ahead, baby. Cream on daddyâs cock while you cry into your teddy. Just donât scream⊠or Iâll have to stuff that pretty mouth next.â He threatened.
His pace turned rapid, hips snapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds as he chased his own high, grunting against your neck.
You were a trembling, drooling mess â face smashed into the soaked teddy bear, pussy clenching tight around Tojiâs cock as he fucked you through it, nasty and unrelenting.
He came with a loud groan, buried in you to the hilt. He pulled his glistening cock out of your creampied and slapped the heavy, messy tip of his cock against your sensitive pussy. Once, twice, three times, the wet â smack smack smack â sounds echoing obscenely in the quiet room.
âFuck⊠look at that,â he rasped, voice low and satisfied. âSuch a greedy little cunt. Couldnât even keep all of daddyâs cum inside.â
He dragged his cum-covered tip up and down your slit, smearing the mess all over your swollen folds and clit, occasionally giving your pussy another firm slap that made you whimper out.
âAw, donât cry into your little bear now,â he mocked, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. âYou took it so well⊠even when I was balls deep breeding you.â
He gave your ass a rough squeeze, then slid two thick fingers down to push some of his leaking cum back inside your puffy pussy.
âKeep it in there like a good girl. Iâll be back in the morning to fuck it right back in. Understand?â
You nodded weakly into the teddy bear, too fucked out to speak, as he pats your head.
Toji smirked, finally pulling away. He gave your ass one last hard slap before standing up, his cum still dripping down your thighs as he tucked his messy cock back into his sweats.
firefighter!toji who wants to start a family with you. corporate!reader. slight belly bĆ«lge. brÄeding kiñk. married!toji & reader. mÄting press. mommy/daddy kiñk (slight?). @satoyesha
firefighter!toji fushiguro who really wants to knock you up and start a family with youâŠ
firefighter!toji who sinks into you and releases a guttural moan. you clamp around him, sweet slick coating his dick as he bottoms out, thick and mean tip kissing your cervix. his head is in your shoulders as he further folds you into a mating press; plush legs thrown over his shoulders, and one of his hands placed on the side of your head, the other gripping your hips.
firefighter!toji who leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses across the line of your jaw and down your neck, panting into your ear about how good you suck him in, and how pretty you were under him. he picks up the pace, allowing him to pull all the way out leaving only his tip in, before bottoming back out, basking in the sweet sounds of your moans and your pussy greedily slurping him back in.
"fu-fuck, i wannaâ wanna make you mine forever," he moans into your neck, and you can't help but clench around him because of his words and his choice of tone. "wan' you to have my b-babies. make me a daddy," his eyes are rolling to the back of his head from just how good the pleasure is and how good he's hitting it, and your moans don't make it any better. the sound of your sweet nothings makes his dick pulsate inside you, and he fears he may cum way earlier than expected from just that. "y-yeaah? y'wanna make me a daddy?"
firefighter!toji who gets turned on by the concept of making you a mommy. the thought of you swollen, walking around with a ring on your finger and a baby in your stomach only furthered the illustrious desire of making you his. there's nothing better than leaving a mark on youâand toji loves a good one.
"you gonna be a good mommy f'me?" he's pushing your legs to your chest, squishing your tits together as he greedily slams his thick cock into you, delighting in the soft protruding in your stomach. he chuckles breathlessly as he watches you squirm around and mumble a feral and breathy 'yesyesyes,' nodding frantically with glossy eyes as you practically beg him to fill you up. "pleaseâ o-ohâ l'me fill you up. promise to be the best daddy ever, 'kay?"
firefighter!toji who's so close, and he could feel that you were too. you were more wet than usual, feeling himself slip and slide easier than the beginning, and he smiles to himself. "you close, baby? can feel it." you stare at him with big glossy eyes and slick, kiss-swollen parted lips, too fucked-out to even respond. all you can do is moan and mewl at the way his cock stretches you so good, and promise him that you'll let him fill you up.
"you wan' me t'pull out, i will," both his hands are on your hips now, dragging you back onto his dick? making sure every inch is stuffed inside you. "b-butâhaahâyou wan' me to cum inside⊠say it, baby." you weren't even sure his words completely registered in your brain, but you were so far out into space that your mouth and body responded faster than your brain. because the minute you mouth and whimper a 'inside,' you both finally cum.
firefighter!toji who paints your walls white, hot and sticky cum filling you up to the brim, with some excess spitting out the sides. he leaned down to entrap you in a wet kiss, moaning gutturally into your mouth as he feels you spasm around his cock, forming a thicker ring of cream around his base.
"f-fuckâŠ" he pants, still bottomed out in you. he sees your expression, eyes looking down to where you both were connected, seeing the slight bulge in your stomach from how deep he was in you and the sheer amount of cum he's poured into you. yet still, toji still wanted more. his hips began to move softly, jerking slightly when you let out a small mewl.
"don't think t-that was enough, mama⊠one more, please? jus' one more, and i swear i'll be done, 'kay?"
In which Clark Kent is a social butterfly and befriends you, the popular but mean f!reader. You seemed out of reach, haughty, poised, classy-- little did he know that you were also a sadistic pervert. One that liked when Clark begged, cried and especially when he fucked you like the good boy he was.
Word count: 11k words (đ) | part two (TBA)
Content / tags: smut, MDNI, f!reader, p in v, pussy drunk, rimming, face sitting, breath play, blood play, biting, masturbation (f and m), breeding, creampie, stuffing, cum eating, fluids, spit, the nickname 'pet', degrading, possessive! reader, praise, s/m, mean! reader, top/sub Clark Kent, slapping, whining/moaning, canon! Clark Kent (sweet + horny), overstimulation, multi orgasms, no tap out, jacob ladder (piercing).
Note: Proofread- kinda but l'll probably edit this whenever I feel like it. Not furry, only cheap Halloween costumes but whatever floats your boat-- This is a two part series. This is part one.
âLook how pathetic you are for me, look at you trying to do your best for my approval,â you moaned, your hand in his curls, guiding him over your sloppy cunt. Clark sloppily made out with you, languid laps of his tongue digging into you. His mouth opened wide, jaw slackening when he felt you cumming again. âLapping on my cunt like the good pet you are for me?â
If your friend group had to chose one adjective to define you based on your personality, theyâd say you were a gooner. Pervert would be the appropriate term, in your opinion, an ethical pervert at that but unfortunately, the brain rot had gotten to them and the nickname stuck. Gooner sounded depraved, filthy, as if you should be on a watch list when in truth you just read and wrote smut, maybe rubbed your clit to a hentai or two. But at the same time, you wouldnât care all that muchâ nonchalant was a close second nickname.Â
The day before you got your cunt and arse ate by Clark Kent, you were simply lusting over him in your head. Resting your head in the palm of your hand, slouching as you were looking at your study partner. The pairing was a bit odd, sure you were in college and high school cliques werenât a thing anymore but people tended to hang around people they shared the most classes or extra-curricular activities with. Clark and you only shared one class. He had come up to you, as you were sitting alone in the library working on your comp science project, asking to team up with him for a presentation.
You wanted to refuse, preferring working aloneâ that was until you gave him a second look. Youâd never think youâd find a 6â5 man stumbling on his words over a simple class presentation hot but here you were. His curly hair covered his eyes a bit, hiding his round goggles. His grey track suit baggy on him left you wondering which size he wore because of how big it looked on him. He wore a white shirt underneath, it stretched over his huge chest and unfortunately for himâ It was settled. The pervert in you had been alertedâ you had identified Clark Kent as submissive and breedable. Ultimately, you had accepted his request to check if your hunch was a valid one.Â
And you hadn't been disappointed. Clark would listen to you, hanging on every word youâd say and apply them as if they were law. After a few weeks, you had asked him if you could give him a make-over, as a side project. Instead of shrugging, uninterested, he beamed at you, as if glad youâd spend time with him outside of classes. You had sorted his closet and bought new clothesâ he barely had an opinion on them, as long as you liked it, heâd trust you entirely in the process. Clark was also observant, having registered your habits such as your mandatory beverage in the morning. He made it his duty to bring it to you every morning, waiting on you in the great hall, even though you only had classes together twice a week. He also knew when you preferred to work in silence and replied, ecstatic, when you decided to break the comfortable silence that had settled.Â
Now that you had seen him working on the class material several times, you observed his body language. He was precise and concise, no stuttering when he was discussing academic material but not imposing his ideas either. Heâd clearly explain and would excitedly nod his head when you agreed with him, listening and taking notes when you disagreed.Â
Clark quickly became your study partner for the entire yearâ heâd even keep you a seat, waiting anxiously for you to come through the door of the amphitheater. He was so diligent and understanding about your double-degree workload (comp science and physics) that he would sometimes hand in your workload for you, doing it all on his own but signing your name on the paper. Still needing to pass finals, he would give you access to his google doc and youâd read the material for the next class.Â
âHi y/n, hi Clark!â A girl interrupted your library study session when passing in front of your table. You replied a quick good morning but forgot you were with prime social butterfly Clark.Â
âHi, how are you guys?â He replied giving her a smile, his dimple made her swoon and you did your best not to stare. Clark seemed to be constantly smiling when talking to you, so you got to see it quite often. You didn't like him smiling at other people, period. It gave them ideas.
âOh-â she seemed surprised by his question. âWeâre alright, thank you for asking.â
In your opinion, it was simply courtesy of him to ask that. Even if you hated small talk, Clark seemed to value it. Heâd explained he grew up in a small city, so you figured thatâs where it came from. In Metropolis, nobody had time for small talk â nobodyâŠÂ unless it was Clark, 6â5, handsome, boyish smile with a velvet voice Clark, asking you about your day.Â
âThatâs good,â he nodded, still smiling and you cringed when it looked like the girl was about to scream. Her friendâ you just noticedâ clung to her, whispering something in her ear. âSee you in class?âÂ
âYe-yes! Study well!â They walked away, finally leaving you to your material.Â
You tried to get back in your paper but was annoyed? Agitated? Couldn't really put a word on the feeling of a pit in your stomach. You rubbed your canines against each other in your mouth, tapping the pen against the table. You stopped when you felt a finger over your forehead.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You gave him an odd glare, turning your head to face him. You jumped a bit when his face was in yours, one breath away. âClarkââÂ
âYou seem to have a head ache,â he concluded. âDid you sleep well yesterday?âÂ
âI did,â he frowned, âfine, I only slept five hours. I needed to finish something but also helped Jimmy organise his Halloween party.âÂ
Jimmy was your flat-mate, he was studying business journalism but for some reason, he spent his time pestering you about home parties. You reduced the number to one per month and unfortunately it was October. You enjoyed his parties well enough â Jimmy knew a lot of people, for some reason â enjoyed forgetting about the workload that would await you the next day. But it was October, the autumn exams and projects were definitely starting to get to you, you had better do than a party.Â
âYes, he talked to me about it in debate club,â he looked at you with sympathy, his eyes soft, his browns frowning ever so slightly. He was like a huge teddy bear, dressed in a brown wool sweater, a pair of navy pants and you could see a white shirt and a navy tie under the sweater. You liked this outfit on him, the navy of his tie bringing out the deep blue of his eyes. He looked so proper, compared to most college students in tracksuits. âHe says it would be epicâreally excited about it.â
Jimmy didn't say the word 'epic', that sounded like something from Clark's vocabulary which seemed stuck in the 80's. You grunted, thinking about the neighbour complaints youâd have to address. âWill you be there?âÂ
âMhm, can Iâ I mean do you want me to?âÂ
âWhat type of question is that?â You glared at him, lips pursed, swaying his hands off your forehead.Â
âWell,â he said uneasy, this big man squirming in his seat.Â
âSpit it out, Kent.â You poked a manicured finger in his chest and red spots covered his cheeks, creeping from his neck. His freckles blending in his blush under your stare.
âI wouldnât think youâd want to be associated with me?â He saw your frown deepening, truly lost. He rambled on, continued, âoutside of classes I mean. I do not want to intrude on your personal space or for you to think Iâm creeping on youââÂ
âClark, pardon my french but what the fuck are you talking about?â You turned your chair, facing him instead of simply next to him. You uncrossed your legs, your pleated skirt following your movement in an airy flow. Clark briefly looked at your kitten heels when they poked his legs, everything about you stung : your harsh tongue, your sharp nails and even your pointy heels.Â
He didnât want to say it, not knowing how youâd take it and he would hate upsetting you but you were intimidating. It was in your manners and how you held yourself. It was how you enunciated every word when you spoke and you dominated any space you entered. He looked up to you, in a way, looked up to the courage you carried yourself with, the confidence that seemed to be a part of you. He admired you, he wasnât the only one. He noticed the looks of envy directed towards him when he was with you.Â
âIâm justâ I donât know. I figured that if you wanted me there, youâd invite me personally? But youâre right, I shouldnât have expected that from you, especially how tired you currently are, you have better to do than organise parties and distribute invitationsâ"
You put a hand on his thigh, gently putting an end to his rambling. You tapped his thighs twice and as if he was trained, he took it as a sign to have eye contact with you. You smiled with your spectacled covered eyes, your heels rubbing up and down his leg. Clark gulped, squirming in his seat, so glad heâd learn how to tuck his cock correctly in the new pants you got for him. Wellâ he paid for it but it was still the intention of choosing for him that counted. Clark felt himself growing hard as you pushed your heel harder against him, tightening your hold on his thigh as if calling for his attentionâ which was ridiculous because you always had his attention.
Clark tried to fight the thought invading his mind but he found himself wondering what colour nail paint coated your toes. Your nails had intricate, heavy nail art on themâ he asked himself if he could help you or simply suggest your new set. He wouldnât want to overstep but maybe he could accompany you to the nail salonâ heâd promise he would make himself scarce in a corner, just waiting for you to finish. Maybe it would be his lucky day and heâd see your toes. He swallowed, his mouth watery.Â
Clark tried to chastise himself when he was about to glare at your exposed chestâ he couldnât have these thoughts about you. You were being nice to himâ you werenât particularly kind to anyone but to him you were. He liked the preferential treatment and wouldnât share or lose it for the world. He couldnât help but took a glance at your glossied plump lips, then the pretty blush on your brown cheekbones and the additional beauty spots youâd applied in your makeup today. He gulped making eye contact with you again, sitting straight as you spoke. Doing his best not to get lost in your cold gaze, framed by long lashes.Â
âI couldnât care less about the party, Clark.â Your voice was so poised, Clark asked himself if you trained for it to sound so enchanting. Did you also have extraterrestrial powers? Were you proof that sirens existed on earth? âBut I would really like you to be there.âÂ
You said really, that was an emphasis of enthusiasm, Clark noted. He swallowed another grunt when he felt himself leak in his Calvin boxers.Â
You nodded and he took it as a sign to nod back, agreeing, elated. âSo thatâs settled then. You can bring a friend or two, Iâm sure Jimmy wonât notice.âÂ
Clark hesitated, embarrassed by what he was about to say. âI don't really have friends," he was new in the big city. "Haven't had the chance to-- now that you mention it, it does get sorta lonely, sometimes. But I have you now," he smiled brightly.
âWhat about the girl from earlier,â you couldnât believe your own words. You werenât jealousâ you had no grounds to be. But there was only so much eye-fucking towards him you could tolerate.Â
âThat wasnât your friend?â He cocked his head, rubbing his temple right above his glasses.Â
âNo, isnât she an acquaintance of yours?âÂ
âNope,â his lips still in a soft smile, popping the 'p', before taking his pen in his hand and deeming the little break you took enough. âI donât know her.â
âYou sounded friendly enoughââ you stopped yourself when you realised how ridiculous you sounded. Your accusatory tone hadnât been unnoticed. There was barely anything you could do that Clark wouldnât notice.Â
Your eye twitched.
Clark warily looked at you, his eyes going from his material to you, then the spot where the girl had greeted him from. âI didnât want to be rude, I apologise for overstepping.â
You wanted to say to him he didnât do anything wrong, that you were being weird, that it was unfortunate that he had these round doe eyes because everyone wanted him to grant them attention. You were about to say he was the best, most polite and adorable twenty year-old, ever. Maybe pat his head like the good boy he wasâ but you couldnât. You didnât want to scare him off with your odd ways. You simply gave him a curt nod, lifting your hand from his thigh and got back to work.Â
You pretended like you couldnât feel him staring at you for some time before resuming his studies. He hid his pout by slouching a bit over the table, his head resting in his hand, mouth against his palm.Â
You wouldnât speak until the end of the study session, gathering your belongingsâ Clark mostly gathering them for you - when you decided to go to the restroom first. He waited for you in front of the loo, carried your bag until the parking lot where you unlocked your car. He put your bag in the passenger seat and opened the door for you to settle in the driverâs seat. You pulled the window down and Clark lowered himself to be at eye level.Â
âIâll text you the home address and itâs a dress-up party, so come in theme.â
He nodded, eager, âwhat will you be dressed as?âÂ
âSurprise,â you smirked before bidding him goodbye and driving off.Â
On the 31 of October, your home became your personal hell and you believed in reducing the parties from once a month to once every two months. When you saw someone dancing on top of your rare Facebook market found George Nakashima table, you flipped. Once every three months.Â
Everyone was dressed-up, the costumes going from scariest to sluttiestâ nothing surprising for college students. You yourself had chosen both style and charisma before fright, this year. You were tight in a leather onesie, cat ears on your head, a mask covering your eyes, ditching your spectacles for the night. There was a tail attached to you and it fell just above the floor since you had added 15 centimeters of leather heels to your height. They were knee length with pointy heels.Â
Clark distinguished you from the crowd the moment he stepped in your home. He had trained his ears to isolate your voice and listened to you conversing with your friends. They were all dressed in type of mutants and Clark wondered if that was ethical since mutants were beings just like humans. Actually, what would mutants dress up as for Halloween?Â
He himself, an alien premium, had thought about risking it all. He had no idea what to wear and usually, you would tell him what to do. Although since you were busy, he didnât want to bother you.Â
He dressed up as Krypto. Initially heâd put on an older Superman costume of his butâ heâd grown a bit since Smallville. Then, he thought about putting on his recent Superman suit whilst keeping his glasses on. Although he voted against the idea when he thought about his glasses slipping down his face during the party and accidentally revealing his identity. He decided on dressing up as his cousinâs dog instead. He threw on a white and red version of his superman suit and an old cape. Heâd ditched this white version, disliking the outcome but he had done well not to throw it away.Â
By the time he had decided on a costume, the stores closed. Clark thought about it for a minute before flying to the Netherlands, where the time difference had all the stores open, still. He bought himself long, white dog ears with a tail. Although the peculiar shop he entered also gifted him other items to go with his Krypto costume, he decided against wearing them.Â
âSick costume Clark!â Jimmy passed by him.Â
âThanks, man,â Clark replied giddy. He had received a lot of compliments the entire way here, some guys even took pictures of him! People were so nice during the holidays.Â
âNot sure if Superman would actually wear that though but you look cool in it.â
Clark frowned, cocking his head to the side a bit confused. âIâm actually Kryptoââ before he could correct Jimmy, he disappeared in the crowd.Â
You approached Clark, having seen the entire interaction.Â
âWhat has your panties in a twist?â You laughed seeing his frown deepen, âoh, no! Theyâve annoyed Supermanâs number one fan. Pay Jimmy no mind, heâs gone through his second bottle of Hennessy.âÂ
Clark bit his lip, then pursed it, putting his pointer finger down. âSuperman could have worn something like this, this is inspired from his current suit.â He would know since he was Superman!Â
You pat his arm, snaking yours under him and leading him through the room. âThere, there,â you coddled him. âNo need to get upset about it,â you tried to hide your smirk when you saw him genuinely frustrated. âWant to drink something?â
You talked in the kitchen, party goers here too. You leaned against the counter, sipping on your baileyâs whilst Clark was satisfied with punch with a strawâ how cuter could he get, sipping on the God awful drink Jimmy made. Occasionally, youâd have to greet people and thank the compliments you received on both of your costumes. Clark warily looked at you each time someone approached, as if he didnât know if he could speak to them.Â
You chastised yourself for it. His small talk and his charming personality are what made him interesting, different from the rest of the nonchalant posers in the city. You smiled at him, encouraging him to speak, pushing him out there. He seemed hesitant still. So when a girl asked where he got the cape from.Â
âHe made it,â you said with pride, sipping on your drink. âImpressive, is it not?â
âWow!â Was the general consensus every time you announced something Clark hand made or achieved. Heâd talked to you in great lengths about his passion for Superman, you knew enough about the bloke through Clark.Â
âThose boots are killer,â someone would ask, âarenât they? He designed them on his own,â youâd say with intent. âArenât you too grown to dress upââ that one you had simply spilled your drink over him. âIsnât this the wrong colour?â Another ignorant person would speak and youâd correct them, âno, heâs in white because heâs very obviously Krypto, Supermanâs dog. The ears are quite apparent, no?â You caressed Clarkâs dog ears, marking the emphasis on his Krypto persona.
The curious idiots left at some point, Clark having a crowd of people around him at some point. His hand stayed on the low of your back, holding you close to him, nervous, perhaps. They laughed at Clark dad jokes and you glared at the ones that used sarcasm on him - especially because he couldn't detect it for shit, instead taking the comments at face value.
Youâd left the kitchen, walking around the home, at some point finding yourself on the couch. You werenât in the mood to party. You didnât mind the idea of spending the night listening to Clark talk about whatever humanitarian cause was dear to him. Unfortunately, you couldnât hoard him and ruin his college party experience.
As you sank into the living room couch, it wasn't your usual oneâ Jimmyâs old beat up leather couch here instead. You felt yourself glued to the couch, figuring it had to be some type of liquor sticking you to the couch. It was warm in the house, AC off since the windows and balcony doors were open, people smoking outside. You opened the front zipper of your costume, freeing your chest from the cramped space.Â
Clarkâs eyes didnât move away in time and you had seen his eye widening at the leather choker you wore around your neck, the bell right above your breasts. âCute, isnât it?â You said pointing at it, hoping he didnât care much about the bell but more about your breasts. You had a strong cleavage and hoped Clark was the boob man you took him as.Â
He nodded, hastily, gulping, his Adam's apple trembling. âMhm hm,â he nodded.Â
âCat got your tongue?â You smugly said, proud that he indeed didnât care about the damn bell. His eyes go from the swell of brown skin forming your breasts, to your lips, your eyes (barely) and back to your chest.
âYou could say something like that, yes.â Clark heard you laugh at his answer and his ears were pounding. His eyes warmed, the temperature rising exponentially. He panicked when he felt the familiar feeling of his heat vision in the back of his head and he immediately stopped ogling at your breasts. Your sunkissed skin glowing because of your moisturiser and sweat, the scent of your perfume clinging to your skinâ oh, shoot.Â
Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, Californiaâ
âWho wants to play a card game?!â Someone shouted and people gathered around the wooden table right in front of you. You watched them play, Clark joining the game of Uno, needing the distraction. He won every game.Â
âYouâre good at card games,â you noted and he rubbed the back of his head. Youâd say he was shy but he was actually coy, on the verge of cocky.Â
âSpend my Saturdays with my parents playing board games,â he chuckled, âthis is actually my first real party since⊠prom?âÂ
âHow can a social butterfly not be the life of the party?âÂ
âJust a little introverted since I've lost a friend," his eyes dropped and you felt so sorry for evening bringing it up. He saw your empathic look, heard your heart breathing rest and grounded himsef by the sound of it, blocking out the party around. "Don't worry, I'm almost over it. I've met new friends tonight,â he nodded and then saw Jimmy approach the table.
You didn't have it in you to tell Clark that most of these party goers were drunk and drugged out of their mind. Most of the people he had spoken to were surely more interested in fucking him than talking about what fabric he used for his cape. He was so- so innocent, so earnest with no second thought whatsoever.
âThink Jimmy got me out of my comfort zone when I met him in the debate club. In fact, he told me to approach you to be study partners.â
You didnât know that, simply nodding in understanding. You gave your flatmate a suspicious look. You would authorised maybe one party every two months then. You felt generous.
Feeling your eyes on him, Jimmy tensed, frightened, did you notice him using your Rituals soap again?Â
The night went on and after a few dances with Clark and your other friends, you sat back down again. The couch was more cramped than before. Your feet and legs hurt and after you voiced your pain, Clark asked if you needed a foot rub. Clark hoped him licking his lips and gulping went unnoticed.Â
You had noticed. Your ears perking up, curious. âNo, Iâll just put my legs up a bit. Is that alright?âÂ
Clark nodded, âof course,â his flappy long ears moving and you thought heâd never looked more like a golden retriever.Â
After a while, Clark felt you pet his head, your fingers intermingling in his curls-- you couldn't help yourself. Clark still on the edge, felt a flush of heat expanding in his body. A flush of warmth went through him when you raked his nape with your pointy nails, behind his ears, back in his hair. You sat right next to him, your breasts against his bicep as your legs were on his lap, his hands on your thighs. He craned his neck, leaning into your touch as you barely hid your smirk. Your fingers caressing his head, diving through his luscious, soft curls.Â
âOh my god, Clark?! Hi!â you recognised the voice from earlier this weekâ the same who interrupted you in the library was also interrupting you now. You didnât look up, focused on Clarkâs breathing that hitched whenever you tugged his hair harder than a head rub would need.Â
As they got into a conversation with Clark you side eyed herâ she was with her friend again. They were dressed as Cinderella's ugly step sisters. You had nothing much to say about thatâ other than the fact they didnât need much help with the ugly part. You also noted that this time, they didnât pretend to greet you like at first, round eyes glued on Clarkâs bulging muscles.Â
Clark remained his polite and lovely self his mother raised him to be. Although, he wished the girls would just leave since you had stopped petting him, your hand unmoving on his nape. The friend asked questions about the Krypto suit and by this rate, Clark was grateful he got to speak about his passion during the night but now he only wanted to talk to you.Â
During the evening, you introduced him to several of your friends who were cosplayers. They spoke with him, exchanging advice on their cosplaysâ Clark noted down good points for his Superman suits that came in handy. You pushed him into a new world, here in Metropolis, having him meet so many cool people. Back in Smallville he could only discuss his suits with his parents, now he actually had friends heâd meet again in uni. He was so grateful for you, his night couldnât be better.Â
âDo you have an instagram?â Your ear perked up, Clark felt you twitch ever so slightly. âI can maybe add you there and dm you if I have a questionââÂ
âIâm sorry,â he started, holding your knee tighter when he felt you slipping away from him. âI donât use social media, phones arenât really my thing.âÂ
They nodded in understanding and you let go of a breath youâd been holding in.Â
âCan I then have your phone number, come on please~âÂ
âYou canât take a fucking hint, can you?â You whipped at her. The girls took an unconscious step back, as if theyâd just realised you were there. As if you werenât wrapped around Clark, as if Clark veins werenât popping out from the strong grasp he had on you.Â
âWeâ I donâtââÂ
âB-b-butââ you mocked their idiocy. âBeen nagging over his head for over twenty minutes. He told you no once but here you are insisting. Clark might be too nice to tell you two to fuck off but Iâm frankly not against it.â
âWhat is it with you either way," one of the tweedlees and tweedle dumb said. âYouâre not his mother.âÂ
You were about to retort an answer but Clark stopped you by having his other hand tap your thigh. âNo she isnât but Iâd love to be her boyfriend one day.â The girls got as quiet as you were, Clark had you shook. âAs much as I appreciate the compliments on my costume, I wonât appreciate you arguing with the girl I like. I think you can understand that.âÂ
His voice was soft but assertive, the same dominating tone he used during your class presentations. He had you hanging on every word, the duo nodding in understanding and you almost followed suit.Â
âI hope you two have a good evening, still.âÂ
That was dismissive enough for them to scram. Clark watched them leave, mingling with the dancing crowd before putting his eyes on you. He snaked a hand behind your nape, craning your face up to his, his breath caressing your skin before you felt his lips against your forehead. Youâd closed your eyes at the contact, his touch having a calming effect on you. His other hand is still on your knee drawing circles against you.Â
âDonât think we needed to show that much virulence with our words, did we?â He said we but you knew it was mainly you he was talking about. Although, the way he worded his sentence didnât warrant anger, you admitted your fault by shaking your head instead.
Unlike you, Clark would always chose kindness. One of your favourite things about him.
âFeeling tired?â He nudged your head with his, "mhm?"
âA little,â you agreed, âIâm so ready for this party to be over.â
âYou can sleep over at my place if you want?â You saw him gulp, mouth suddenly dry when you put your hands on his cheek, your finger tips playing with his curls. The heated look you gave him was enoughâ both of you had enough of this place. âI donât have a spare room but I donât mind sleeping on the couch.âÂ
Clarkâs home was spacious and warm. Tones of brown, orange and some greenish yellows. His walls were full of pictures, sticky notes, paintings. You could barely count the number of trophies present, they came from diverse fields tooâ sports, academia, clubs. Youâd have a closer look one of these daysâ now you were too busy.Â
Too busy kissing Clark Kent.Â
You had jumped on him as soon as he closed the door behind him. Jumped wasnât exactly the word, you had pushed him against his door, your hands wrapping around his throat, as you yanked him down to your lips. You were done with pretending that you didnât want him to fuck your pussy rawâ pun intended. Clark froze at first, then joined your embrace, whispering a breathy âharder, please,â in your shared kiss.Â
You smiled against his lips when he moaned against your lips as you tightened your fingers around his throat. His tongue finds yours in a playful dance. He licked your lower lip, biting it tentatively. You nodded, encouraging him by dragging your fingers through his hair. He bucked against you, whining desperately. You trapped his lip between your canines, harshly biting down. Their unusual sharpness bruised his skin. He put his hand on your lower back, jerking you against his body, whimpering against your embrace when he felt his lip bleeding. It was barely a second thought.Â
He continued to kiss you, feverously so. His hand in your long knotless braids, having a firmer grip on your skull. He yanked your head back, needing access to your throat. He switched positions by pushing you against the door, careful with your head not bumping too harshly on the wooden surface. Still frenetic enough to flatten his tongue and lick on your throat. He kissed your tongue, languidly, dripping you in his saliva. His breathy moans and the staggering thrusts of his hips against you had your mind heavy.Â
He forced your legs open, pushing a knee between them. âCanât believe Iâm feeling you th-throb against me,â he stuttered out. He pushed his knee deeper into you, your back arching when you felt your heart rate spike. âYouâre mesmerising,â he said against your skin, repeating your name like it was a prayer. âThank you, thank you,â he whimpered.Â
A trembling hand met your front zipper, almost dragging it down before you could stop him. You bit harshly on his lip again, this time, the wound releasing a string of blood on his chin, down to his bright white costume. Clark put his hand off you, taking a step back before touching his lip in astonishment. He stared in horror at his bloody fingers, then met your eyes.Â
âIâm s-sorry,â he stumbled on his words, âI got carried away. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Your usual cold glare was replaced with a sinister one. A snarky smirk, you licked your lips, remainders of blood coating them. Here he was, finally, all his tall and overwhelmingly buff frame in front of you, at your mercy.Â
âYou pounced on me,â you stated, slightly craning your head to the side as your accusatory tone made his eyes widen.Â
âB-but youââ He fumbled on his word, rapidly blinking as you looked at him with your lust clouded gaze. You bit down a smile, swallowing a giggle and controlling the spams of anticipation that erupted from you. You enjoyed seeing the panic in his eyes, hearing him stumble on his words.
âOh,â you put a hand over your chest, pretending to be offended. âIs it my fault? Am I a liar?â You loved seeing panic in his eyes, barely making eye contact with you as he twitched, trying to make himself smaller.Â
âThatâs not what I wanted to say,â his voice shook, you noticed his hands wouldnât settle. He did pounce on you like a needy dog and he felt horrible becauseâ he would have done it again, anytime. âIâm sorry.â
You saw his fingers trembling as he didnât know where to put himself, didnât know how to present to you his sincere apologies. âI think of something better,â you shook a bit out of apprehension, finally. After all this wait. âI might accept your apologies⊠if you kneeled.âÂ
His mind went blank, âsorry?âÂ
âBecause I have to repeat myself?â You frowned, glaring at him with disdain, your arms crowing under your breasts. They pushed up and Clark couldn't help but gulp at the sight. âFine, kneel.âÂ
Youâd think about this a million times, it had crossed your mind ever so often you were ought to be ashamed of it. But no, quite the contrary. You knew your preferences and with the highest standards ever, Clark perfectly fit your vision.Â
He kneeled, not even resigned but calm and accepting. He took a step back before putting his knees on the floor, one after the other. He sat on his heels, back arched forward just a bit with his hands in his lap, falling down as he said your name followed by : âIâm sorry I pounced on you.â
Your eyes twitched, the warmth had taken over you. You couldnât hide the smile drawn on your face. âDonât you feel pitiful? You donât even sound sincere,â you said, swallowing a laugh when he kept his head down as he replied.Â
âNo,â a chill went down his spine. âIn truth, Iâm not⊠Iâm not sorry. Iâm sorry that I pounced on you but Iâm not sorry that I kissed you. I've been wanting to do that forever, I should have made my intentions clear from the start, that I am sorry for.â
The sound of the blow came before the heat in your hand. Clarkâs cheek wore your hand mark, now facing the other way. You were about to apologise profusely, didnât intend to do it but it felt just right.
Clark didnât move from the ground, instead, lifted his head. There were tears brimming from his lids, his eyes round and glassy like polished opal. âDo you feel better now?âÂ
You screamed internally, your knees bucking. He looked so⊠obedient, so eager to please. âNot nearly,â you grunted, biting on your nail. You wanted to spasm, in truth, that slap felt so good.
âWould you like toâ" he spoke barely audible before coughing, "I donât mind it if you put out your anger on me.âÂ
You looked around, expecting a camera crew to come out or maybe a unicorn so that youâd be sure this was either a prank or a dream. Maybe youâd passed out from all the alcohol you had drunk tonight. Clark saw your reluctant gaze, shuffling closer to you, still on his knees. His hands prettily on his lap, back arched enough to indicate submission instead of defiance.Â
âI probably donât deserve it but I really want your hands on me. If this is the only way, then Iâll take it.â He faced down again, almost offering himself.Â
âYouâre pathetic,â you spat, âyou know that right?â You barely controlled your breathing, having felt your cunt leak for him. You gulped, swallowing the saliva you had gathered in abundance, almost drooling.Â
He nodded, something fluttering in his chest.
âLook at me.â
He met your eyes again, this time seeing the clear lust in them. He pushed his super hearing to drift in the harsh melody of your pounding heart, guiding himself lower to hear your second heart rate. He could hear it too, when he projected his hearingâ the squelching sound coming from your arousal pooling out of your tightening core. He fought his jaw not to tighten, keeping it slack since he didn't want to hurt your hand in case you granted him the pleasure of manhandling him again.Â
You opened his mouth to urge him to stand, so that you could both clean yourself and forget this night ever happened butâ he kept staring at you. As if speaking in your mind, his determined eyes were telling you it was truly what he desired. The fluttery sensation in both of your stomach just tightening when you slapped him again.Â
âBlow on my hand,â you said as he blew cold air on your heating palms. His breath felt ice cold, calming your burning skin but also prepping it for his next blow. âCare to count till ten for me or should I have to do that by my self?â
He nodded, exhaling a âyesâ, before you started your harsh ministrations. Each blow deserving a louder laugh from you. You had noticed him squirming under you, each time muttering a âthank youâ. Your mind was blown away by the depravity of it all. You shivered from desire, a flush of pleasure spreading from your cunt to your entire body.Â
Clark panted, harshly closing his legs. He had tucked his cock alongside his thigh. When he pulled his muscles taut, cramping his cock, he let out a gasp. âEight,â he whined out, âthank you.â
You heard a difference in his tone, looking down at him to check for any issues (other than the fact that you were slapping the shit out of him).Â
He put his hands covering his bulging cock away, you covered your mouth at the immensity of it. Your hand did nothing to cover your laugh, bouncing off the walls, mocking him. Clark turned crimson, more than his reddened cheek already was.Â
âWhen I thought you couldnât get more ridiculous,â you slapped him again, a harsh breath exhaling from him. His head leaned to the side as a shiver went down his spine.Â
âNghââ He whined, ângh-nine,â he finally got out. âTh-thank thank you.âÂ
âWhat was that?â You leaned down, closer to him. Your breasts almost spilled out your tight costume, that damned bell ringing when your chest heaved from your laugh. âCanât hear you when youâre muttering, pet.âÂ
He was about to cum, spill all over his pants. He felt it, felt that familiar heat in his stomach. His breath grows faster and audible under your heartened gaze. âCumming,â he spilled.Â
As if you couldnât be happier, the sound of that got a Cheshire smile on your face. âOne more time for me and I want a proper request, this time.âÂ
âCan I please, please cum.â His tears were finally spilling from his eyes in a steady stream. âPlease, y/nâ. His voice was trembling, eager. His gaze was drawn to the swell of your breasts, to the plumpness of your bruised lips, to the alluring aroma you were exuding.Â
âThatâs more like it,â you said with satisfaction. âLetâs count to ten and then you can come. Alright?â
He nodded frantically, happy about the chance to prove himself worthy of you again. His hands ached with the need to reach to you, to hold you, caress you, knead your body thick in all the right places. But he stayed put, as you asked him to cross his wrists behind his back. You didnât attach him with anything, trusting his need to please you.Â
You stood, steady on your feet and gave him his last blow. Harder, harsher, more violent than the last nine. Clarkâs lip wound was bleeding all the more, covering his suit with his blood. He came from the harsh impact, his cock snug between his thighs, spilling cum along his skin. He panted, breathing harshly, repeating âthank you,â in a frantic rhythm. You watched as his hips bucked, his arms still behind his back, his large chest puffing out, the S on the front engraved in your mind, undoubtedly.Â
His head faced down, as he kept on cumming in heavy ropes. Whimpering as the heavy strokes filled his suit. You moved his curls from his face when you crouched down to his level. You saw his tears scrolling down his cheek when you dropped on your knees in front of him.Â
âTen,â he heaved out, spilling inside his briefs. This was his superman suit made from kryptonian fabric, of course it was waterproof. He felt the insides of his pants sticky. âThank you.â
âOf course,â you said when he started to blow on your reddened palms. Once done, you caressed his cheek and he snuggled into your touch.Â
He met your eyes, his heavy blues trapping you. He was beautiful, truly earth shattering. He kissed your palm, muttering praises against your skin, his cheek a flaming red.Â
âStill want to please me?âÂ
âAlways,â his voice determined.Â
âDo you want to lick my pussy?â You felt him gulp under your touch, he nodded. âWords, pet. Even a dog like you should express itself properly.â
âYes, please.â He pushed his head almost in your face, his hands on the floor â almost on all fours. âCan I please, please, please lick your pussy.â He pathetically asked.Â
You caught his lips mid-sentence. He was still blabbering something about wanting to sneak his tongue in your hole, whimpering when you laid back down on the floor dragging him with you. He put the zipper between his teeth and dragged it all the way down. It stopped at your belly button, no lower. Clark looked up to you, questioning. You looked back, knowing he was asking for permission. You wondered what he had in mind when you nodded.Â
He came up to you, his tongue flat against your lips before you met him. You opened your mouth, spit meeting his salivating mouth as he lapped at your tongue, sucking on it. You gasped against his opened mouth, his hands kneading your mounds. He pulled taut on your brown nipples, rubbing them between his finger tips. âAh-ah!â You whimpered when his hands were harsh against your skin.Â
You tried to close your legs but his huge frame forced you to keep your legs spread for him. âI love kissing you,â he said against your lips. âI love how well we match, love the feeling of your tongue against mine, love swallowing your spit. I canât go back to reality without your lips,â he blabbered in a daze against you. He licked up your throat, then sucked on your jaw, leaving marks wherever he could, tasting your foundation but not really caring.Â
âI love when you look at me, love it when youâre annoyed at me, love it even more when you're kind to me. Especially when you're kind because itâs only for me,â He put a sloppy kiss on your lips, looking down at you with a string of spit still connecting you both.Â
And you do, you look at him with hatred trying to cloud your need to be pounded it. you observed how he tilted his eyes, taking you in, painting a portrait of you heâd expose in his mental shrine. Your fingers in his curly hair, you harshly yanked on them, tilting his head slightly back. âClark, I swear to God if youâre planning on playing with my head the entire evening I might as well beat your cock since you seem to have no use in it.âÂ
He moaned against your ear, his hips slightly bucking and you could feel himâ the frame of him. Tenâ wait, twelve? Okay, you tried to steady your breathing maybe there was no need to rush for the penetration part.Â
You tried to shove his hips away from you but he stilled your move. âWhere are you going?â He thrusted against you again, with purpose this time. âCanât leave me now,â he kissed your collarbone. âCan never leave me, now. Iâll find you, always, find you.â His vice was feverish against you, spoken with intent.Â
He spoke praises into your skin, his mouth meeting your tits. He slithered his tongue on both of them. When his mouth was busy with one breast, his hands would occupy the other. Definitely a titty man. Their weight spilled over his fingers when he kneaded them. His mouth salivating over your heavy chest, his tongue flicking against your hardened nipples. He pushed his strong muscle against them, slightly biting at them, playing with them between his teeth. He was careful not to bite down, moving to the sound of your encouraging moans. Your pleasure was guiding him, his only intent being your orgasm.Â
Your hands in his curls, nails harshly raking his skin, his neck, his napeâ your fingers struggled against the zipper of his back zipper. Once done, you slid it as best as you could and he freed his upper body from the annoying material stopping your bodies from touching. You marked him with violence, nail trails covering his entire upper body, his throat covered by purple-ish turning imprints of your hands. You mistreated him so well, he shuddered at the feeling of blood drawing from your painful scratches.Â
His hand goes lower, suddenly, you feel a harsh but quick tug at you. You didn't have to look down to see your onesie had been torn so that he could finallyâ finally touch you where you needed him the most.Â
âCome on, draw circles around my clit. Just like that,â you whined in his ears, holding him close to you. He was slobbering all over your chest, sucking on your nipples whilst drawing your slick into your clit with the pad of his thumb. âFuh-fuck youâre doing so good for me.â
Spurred on, he continued his ministries on your sodden cunt. Diving between your inner lips, feelings you soaked up. Already feeling that familiar knot tighten in the depth of your stomach, you came all over his fingers, trembling against him. You choked on your breath against his ear and he felt a spurt of precum erupt from him. The tight string on your gut snaps and you come so hard you lose vision for a small moment.Â
He doesnât stop rubbing against you, instead he finds your lips again. You find his chin wet with his saliva as you lick it up, tongue sucking on his skin. He breathed in harshly when you bit down his jawâ surprised by how fingers penetrated you. âFuck, fuh-fuck,â you gasped against him, your fingers holding his jaw tightly, the other drawing blood from his chest with your pointy nails.Â
âPerfect, inside and out,â he said in disbelief. Couldnât believe this was where he was, couldnât believe he was fingers deep into paradise. You felt the closest to home, to Krypton, he felt a purpose from within you.Â
He dragged a single finger inside you and you squirmed when he tried to add a second one. It was a tight fit, already struggling to take more of him. âCome on, baby,â he whispered, kissing your temple, âjust loosen up a little bit for me.â He could simply pound into you if he wanted but Clark didnât like the idea of hurting you. He was a masochist, you were the sadist.Â
âShut up,â you snapped. âDonât fucking move.â
See that, that was something he liked to hear. That and your whimpers of pleasure as you tried to take more of him. âGo on,â he encouraged, kissing your temple again and taking in a long inhale of your scent. âMy hand is all yours, I am all yours.â
He gently pushed his hips against yours, your body going up the floor but you definitely felt his fingers deeper inside you. You groaned, trying to stifle your moans when you started moving your hips to meet his hand. His thumb clad against your clit, drawing circles around it as you requested. He felt your cunt flutter around him, finally fingering you when his knuckles met your pubis. He steadied himself and then pounded his fingers into you. The vulgar squelch of your sopping pussy made his cheek redden. He couldnât breathe without smelling your arousal, it was thick in the air, coating his tongue when he stuck it out to kiss you.Â
He caressed your folds, adding pressure after each stroke. His thick fingers were soaking in your arousal, spreading you open. He spread your cum over your lips, then put his fingers against his tongue. He moaned at the feeling. Instead of licking his fingers clean, he added his saliva on his drenched fingers before pushing them into you. His cold breath had cooled the spit down, it was as if he was pounding into you with an icicle.Â
You couldnât help but moan Clarkâs name, heaving when you felt that tug and flush of heat creeping up to you. âYouâre so pretty,â he kept on saying amidst your insults his way. How dared he, having you pathetic and panting over his fingers? âHow am I doing now?â
âNeed to do fucking b-better,â you gasped, âif you want me to compliment you.âÂ
He nodded, understanding, eager to please. âRead somewhere that if I do thisââ
He pushed his finger upwards, in a come forward motion, digging against the spongey spot inside of you. You shrieked. He worked his three fingers in you, a moan of his vibrating through his digitsâ harder, faster, having found the exact spot he wanted, needed to probe.Â
He spread your legs, even more, a sore spot appearing somewhere on his thigh. He alternated between rubbing your clit up and down then left and right, thrusting his digits deeper. He waited until he could hear your pussyâs pounding change of pace, straightened his back and dragged your legs on either side of his hips. âPlease can you tell me Iâm a good boy? Can you please, please tell me how good I am for you? Am I a good pet for you? Will you keep me forever?âÂ
He pushed a hand against your abdomen, drilling inside of you. Heâd admit he did let go of the restraint he had on his powers, just a bit, so that his finger felt like vibrating against your clit from the inside. You felt so warm and snug, he gasped when your walls clenched harder against his finger. He called out your name, feeling himself cum from the feeling. He rutted against the swell of your ass that was rubbing against his suit covered cock. His cum soiling his pants. âNghh.. please, ahn⊠please tell me, Iâm a good p-pet.âÂ
You covered your mouth, screaming when the string snapped. You came in spurts around him. He continued his actions, dragging on your orgasm, pushing harder against your tummy. He watched you gush around his finger, fascinated by each expression of ecstasy you could produce. His mouth watered when your cum continued to spurt out of you. He adjusted his glasses, taking them off a moment to lick your cum from them. They were smudged now but he didnât care, he was high on your taste.
You felt disoriented, so much so that your vision had definitely failed you because Clark without his glasses reminded you ofâÂ
He put his glasses back on before you could put a name on his look-alike. You pussy spasming when he settled between them and before you could ask for a break, he flattened his tongue against your sodden cunt.Â
âLook how pathetic you are for me, look at you trying to do your best for my approval,â you moaned, your hand in his curls, guiding him over your sloppy cunt. He sloppily made out with you, digging into you with his eager tongue. His mouth opened wide, jaw slackening when he felt you cumming again. He spread your legs harsher, wider, his tongue dancing against you. He watched as your back arched, at how your tongue stuck out when you panted, at your eyes fluttering shut. âLapping on my cunt like the good dog you are for me?â
He made eye contact with you, causing a shiver down your spine. His eyes not leaving you, his tongue not stopping rubbing against your clit, those deep blues blown out and filled with desire. Desire to do well, desire to be the best for you, desire from smelling your arousal, desire from having your tang on his tongue. He nodded, at whatever you said he would nod.Â
âLet me sit on your face.â
In a second, not even thinking, heâd turn you two around and you sank down on his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and encouraged you to ground yourself against him.
âThatâs my strong boy,â you shuddered, crying out the feeling of heat pooling in your pussy. He slurped, vulgarly moving his tongue around. He sucks at your clit, at your labia, mostly, making out with your other set of lips.Â
âRhi-right there,â you bucked when you started to rub your clit, fast but fuck not as well as he had done it. He was watching you as you grasped your breast, kneading it, arching your back whilst riding his face. His nose bumping against your clit from time to time, you heaved struggling to breathe. You knew he was watching you, his scorching intense gaze felt like melting your skin. âYou're doing so good for me, youâre being such a good pet.â
He moaned into you, his eyes crossing as you felt his body shudder. You turned your head a bit only to see his hips thrusting into the void. âAw⊠â you shook your head with fake empathy. âYou need to get touched, donât you?âÂ
His brows were growing, every so slightly. You wondered if he wanted to put his glasses off? He looked funny, stuffed between your thighs, tongue stuck in your drenched notch, whilst wearing spectacles.Â
It was hot. So until he would take them off, you wouldnât do it for him. âDo you know how many times Iâve touched myself thinking of you,â you curled one of his damp strands. You felt him thrust into the void again while his eyes widened. âJust like this, between my thighs, your tongue fucking me into my umpteenth orgasm.â
You forced his hands off your thighs, seeing blue marks on your brown skin from his vice grip. âIâm just turning around, donât worry. Iâm not going anywhere, you clingy pet.âÂ
He helped you turn around, quickly putting your pussy back on his tongue. You jumped away â barely â when his nose bumped against your other snug hole. âOhââ you gasped, thatâs new? âDid I say you could do that?â
He hummed apologies against you, going back to finding solace in your cunt. He stopped paying attention to your puckered hole and all of a sudden you were missing the new feeling. âDid I say you could stop? You useless pet, are you trying to disappoint me?âÂ
âMâsorry, mâsorry,â he apologised, his apologies muffled by your fat ass, too much for him to even gather in his hands. His cold glasses rubbing against you, your slick coating his entire face. His tongue dragged the mixture of your cum and his spit up your arse, licking around the pursed hole and softly pushing his tip in when he moaned at the taste.Â
âYuh-youâre such a nasty dog,â you happened to whine, perceiving the tail of his costume between his thighs. Fucking ironic.Â
You stretched your back, grabbing a hold of his suit and you pushed it down, just enough to free his cock. Not eleven, not even twelveâ fucking thirteen. Thirteen inches of a monstrous cock awaiting you. It stood proudly when freed from the tight suit. Clark stuck his tongue into your arsehole and you stretched in a mean arch, pushing yourself against him, harsher. You lost strength in your arms, laying on his abdomen, your chin near his belly button. The sloppy sounds of him rimming you with his tongue were absolute filth in your ears.Â
âFucking disgusting,â you said looking at his cock. At your words, precum continued to pool out of his mushroom head. You watched it glide down the painful thirteen inches, mixing with the cum already coating it. âYouâd been cumming in your suit? What are you? A sex addict? Depraved fucker that needed to have his tongue up my ass and pu-pussy⊠fuh-fuck!âÂ
Your words only spurred him on, earnestly eating you from the back. You took a hold of his cock, whimpering when your fingers didnât meet around him. His thick fingers were already a stretchâ this girth would simply wreck you. Maybe if he came now, he wouldnât ask to fuck you later as well, you thought when you gripped him harder. Exceptâ you felt it, them, little round cold things under your grasp.Â
Along the underside of his length were a series of piercings. It went from under his frenum to the base of his cock. Your tummy churned in discomfort at the sight. The vertical arrangement along his shaft resembled the rung of a ladder, the piercings placed in a straight line. âYou have to be kidding me,â you cried, "piercings?!"
They weren't actually piercings but Clark didn't feel like explaining Kryptonian anatomy to you right away.
You wouldnât have acted tough if you had knownâ if you had known what pain this man could resist. Of course youâd recognise the jacob ladder, you unfortunately had an obsession with intimate piercings. Gooner was your nickname for a reason.Â
âHow fucking perfect could you get?â You whispered, your lips against his head. His length was sticky as you wrapped your hand around him with more intent. You leaned the cock sideways, laying your ear against his abdomen and started to suck on his head. Sleep started to get to you. Lazily, you suckled on him, the side of his cock, swallowing his sticky old cum. You tried to open your mouth wide enough to just shove his cock in and suck on him like a popsicle. You stuffed your mouth full of him and you could see he did his best not to thrust in your mouth.Â
âThank youââ he prayed into your cunt when he felt the heat of your warm cave, âyour mouth is so wah-warm, s-so hot,â he stuttered.Â
You knew it was an accident when his cock bumped against your palate and a flood of cum erupted in your mouth. âEwââ you spit it out expecting the horrible taste of salty cum. Another rope of cum spurted out of his cock from your reaction.
âNghh⊠cumming, sorry, nghhhâŠâ Clark whimpered, fucked out of his mind.Â
Unfortunately, things couldnât have been stranger than tonight. Because you found yourself lapping on his shaftâ he tasted marvelous. It was addicting, tasty and flavourful but especially sweet. You stuffed your mouth full, cum dribbling down your chin as you tried to avoid hurting your teeth with his piercings.Â
You felt the pool of heat gathering in your tummy, again. This time it hurt. "Bout to cum, you better, beh-better swallow as I didâ fucking eat it.â
You straightened your back, conscious that Clarkâs nose and mouth were covered by your body. Clark was aware you didnât know that he could spend hours without oxygen. Still, you grinded against his face like you didnât care if he died choking on your nectar. The thought of losing his life between your legs pleased him and he cursed his alien body, chasing down your heat.
His head heavy, pounding and dizzyâ not from the cut of fresh oxygen but from you. Only you. His mind spiraled when you cried out his name, bounding a bit on his face. You were using him and like the sex toy he was for you, he turned suction mode on as you squirted on his face. You trembled, gasping as your back gave out and you fell forward.Â
Maybe youâd lost consciousness for a bit because when you woke up, you were still on the floor but Clark was licking your face clean of his cum. His hands were on your arse, kneading them. Oh, maybe he was an ass man, then?Â
His cock was between you both, your pussy grinding against his piercings. You shuttered. âThere you are, thought I lost you for a moment.â He laid a sloppy kiss on your cheek, mushing it as you closed your eyes from your cheek being rubbed in.Â
âWhatâ were you waiting for me?âÂ
âDefinitely,â he kissed your bottom lip, sucking it in his mouth. âAlways waiting for you,â he kissed you again, âfeels like Iâve been waiting forever.â
âContinue doing that then,â you cradled his face, kissing him back.Â
He loved your leg away and suddenly you felt his huge top rubbing against your entrance. You heaved, holding your breath. âSweet baby, I think you really nghâneed to loosen up.â
âI fucking canât Clarkââ you slapped him, his cheek warm again. That did not help because it made his hip thrust into you. âFuh-fuck~, donât do that fuck, get outâŠâ
He held your body against his, chest against your breasts, at this point not listening. He was drunk on your cunt for hours already now, both of yâall hadnât noticed but it was well in the night already. He put his cock in a vice grip inside his fist, probing your hole, the squelching of your leaking cunt encouraging him. He probed again, kissing your sopping cunt with the head of his cock. His precum is leaking out and coating your labia.Â
âCome on baby,â he fed you his cock, pushed his head in, âcome on, take it, take it, take it,â he mumbled in the crook of your neck whilst you craned your back, screaming. You slapped him, again and again, bruising him, scraping him whenever he tried to pull out to give you more.Â
You bit him, again. The indents of your teeth covering his neck. And he kept on pounding, pounding inside of you, stretching you out, having you on top to pull you down on his shaft. You whimpered, cried, spit dribbling out of your mouth when he started to accelerate his thrusts. He was snug against your cervix, his piercings tapping against your gspot. Overstimulated, you grabbed a hold of his head full of hair but he wouldnât budge. Clark kept pounding, pounding, pounding, thrusting up against you.Â
âJust need you still for a second angelââ Tired of your hands bothering him, he pushed you on the floor, your cheek against the rough material of his old carpet. Your braids spill like water on your back. He moved them away, kissing your back as he placed you how he wanted. Clark didnât like taking you from behind all that much, preferring seeing your face but you were truly being impossible.
âStop running from my cock and just fucking take it, woman,â he cursed for the first time in-- ever, obviously frustrated.
He laid you on your side with a leg straight. He straddled that leg and took your second leg to bend it at the knee, keeping it lifted over his arm. His fingers brushed your clit and you bucked. He sucked on your fingers before blowing on them, knowing how you loved the cold temperature on your clit. He pushed your fingers against your clit, guiding you with his fingers as you rubbed your clit, your outer labia before penetrating yourself. Both yours and his middle finger and ring finger snug inside of you. He pushed your fingers deeper and you exhaled, you couldnât breathe. You wanted to kiss him, you needed to cum.Â
He felt you lighten up, âyou feeling better now? Are we going to stop making a fuss?âÂ
You nodded with him when he encouraged you to, reduced to silent, on the brink of cumming again.Â
âGoing to let me cum deep inside of you, yes?â You felt like you were being hypnotised. Your eyes blurry as you, tears forming in the corners as you feel him stretching you with cock. He fists his cock, feeding it to you, stuffing you beyond the brim, bottoming out. âI know this is a biiiiiiiiig stretchââ he huffed once he felt your cervix again. He thrusts a bit, just to kiss it, feeling like home. âBut I know you can take it just alright. There's no reason not to.â He leaned down, kissing your temple.Â
You nod, tangling the hand that was inside of your pussy in his hair, pulling his face down. You stuck your tongue out as he sucked on it, rutting into you, paced and controlled. You felt every rung of his piercing and he felt every stretch, every pounding of your heat when he stroked into you.Â
âGoing to let me do this all the time nowââ he said against your sloppy kiss, âcan I k-kiss you all the time? I l-love your kisses.â He nodded to himself, wishing this actually meant something to you.Â
âS-sure, whatever,â your slick glided out of your cunt when you contracted your core around him.Â
âAm I your boyfriend now?â He asked seeing you fucked out, your eyes crossing in a haze and slightly trembling. âCan I introduce you to my mee-maw and papaw?â
âWhenever you want,â you weren't even sure of what you were agreeing to but as long as it came with the pounding of your pussy, it was all right.Â
âPromise?â He panted, his thrusts accelerating, messy, uncontrolled. âPr-promised?â
You nodded, as he swatted your fingers away from your clit and rubbed against it for you. âNghhh⊠nghâŠyeah, yes, fuh-fuck yes!â
You came in a cream, deafening your ears. You felt Clark messy thrusts before warmth stuffed you full. He rubbed his pad still against your clit, this time adding his cum. He forced you to come again, to coat his cock in your cum, to milk him dry. Â
You laid like this for some hours before Clark deemed it acceptable to let go of you. He pulled out and you felt his cum pool out of you. It couldnât be a reflex since you did not have that kink prior to him butâ you stuffed the leaking cum into yourself. The excess you licked off your thumb.Â
Had you known that Clark had been holding back from pouncing on you, if only you had known that his limit was nowhere close, maybe you hadnât done that.Â
The next day, around seven in the evening, Clark had baked you a pie and some other things, definitely meant for breakfast, to fill your stomach. He'd been pounding or eating you out the entire day, in between naps. You felt like a pig being stuffed for slaughter after being stuffed with cum.Â
Meanwhile he was singing, humming happily as heâd been the entire day.Â
âOh, I forgot,â he said, staring lovingly at you as you took another bite from the pie. âCan I tell you something, my sweet girlfriend?â
âShoot.â You said without much interest. You expected him to say he loved you again, which heâd done inside and out of you. You didnât mind or doubt him, Clark was mushy like that.Â
He kissed you, some crumbs of pie on his lips now. Then he took his glasses off- your eyes widened.
âIâm Superman.âÂ
[Part two (TBA) | KinkTober Collection (2025) - Masterlist]
Pairing: Rockstars!GetoChosoSukuna x Popstar!Reader
Synopsis: Youâre a well-known pop star who has shocked sound waves around the world and stolen the hearts of your fansâŠ.including three unlikely, sexy, and tattooed ones that youâre all too familiar with. One night, your favorite rock band and secret fans come to visit you backstage after one of your shows to confront you about you leaving their concert so soon after sneaking backstage and somehow making them all obsess over you. Even those who arenât particularly fond of your bubblegum pop music. Your team wonât be too happy about you spending any time with people who could âdestroyâ your image, but who gives a fuck when youâre getting laid by three hot rockers?Â
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Rock Band/Musician AU; No Curse AU; Fan/Groupie!Reader; Alcohol + Marijuana; Highkey Flirting; Foursome; Soft Dom!GetoChoso x Mean Dom!Sukuna x sub!Reader; Sexual Tension; Dubcon/R*pe; Coercion; Spit In Mouth; Triple Blowjob; Cunnilingus/Analingus; Anal Play; Triple Stuffing; Riding; Anal; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Public Sex; Cum Play; Breeding Kink; Analpie + Creampie; Facial; Caught In The Act
Word Count: 12.6k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I've had this idea for THE LONGEST TIME & I'm so obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter's fine ass that I just needed to write about a Black "girly pop" pop star getting dicked down by her rockstar BF/crushes. I thought this one was hot & I hope y'all do too! -Jazz
Credits: All photos in collage found on Pinterest! Divider made by @fae-and-wolf!
Another night. Another show. Another adoring crowd.Â
The sounds of their endless applause and cheering combined with the last few notes of your hit song are like roaring seas in your ears, making your eardrums vibrate and your head swim.
You grin with pride down at the thousands of twinkling cellphone lights in the rows of seats like stars in the sky. âThank you guys so much!â you shout into your bedazzled mic. âDid everyone have a great time?!âÂ
The crowd screams with excitement and happiness all for you, dozens of signs and shirts with your face on them facing you. These are the moments that make a two-hour show worth it.
All of the quick changes into your glittery, skimpy outfits. Risking bunions in your heels after dancing across the stage in them. Facing burnout and physical exhaustion show after show. It is all worth it to put on a good show for your adoring fans.Â
You suppose it is because youâre a slut for praise. âSee you guys next time!â you call, just as the platform youâre standing on lowers you down, down, down from the stage. âStay safe and come back to see me again! Bye-bye!â You give a final wave and blow a big kiss to the crowd before you are finally off the stage and underneath it instead.Â
Then itâs the rush of reality: breaking down the stage props and set-up and hurrying to get to the next location. As soon as youâre off stage, Maki, your assistant, agent, and friend, swoops in with a towel for you to dab your makeup with, setting spray, and an ice cold water in your pink Stanley Cup.
You smile in thanks at her, glad to have something to soothe your parched throat and cool you down. You two walk together to your dressing room as the backstage explodes with activity: dancers, staff, and stagehands all do their best to wrap things up in time for the next stop.Â
Tour season is always hectic. It isnât the most exciting thing in your career due to all of the mental and physical turmoil it can cause, but itâs worth it to wear cute outfits and see your pretty fans. âSoooo thatâs show #45 down,â Maki says, checking something off on her iPad as she briskly walks with you in her heels. âNow you just have a Meet n Greet, and then youâll have some downtime before we have to head out for the next location.âÂ
You turn to face her, sipping on your water and doing your best to avoid ruining your glitter lipgloss. âHow much downtime?â you suspiciously ask. Your agent peers over her black-framed glasses, knowing that you already know that your "break" is on a time crunch as usual. âAbout fifteen minutes at this point.âÂ
âOhhh, Maki, come on!â you whine, rolling your eyes. Maki pauses in the hallway with you, placing a hand on her hip in her black pants, top, and suit. âLook, you knew the drill when you entered this business, Y/N. Iâm just trying to keep you on your toes and make things as easy for you as possible as your agent.âÂ
You scoff at her response, knowing that she is right but still needing to rest your head. âBut I need a break! Iâve been on the road for months now with no free time or days off.â
You havenât gotten a serious break in three months now! Breaks are scarce on tour and since youâre making a lot of money with tickets each night when you perform, you know that your manager is hesitant about wasting even a single day that isnât in a stadium or rehearsing.Â
âWhatâs this I hear about days off?â You and Maki both jump at the sound of your managerâs familiar deep voice. You both turn like kids caught in the cookie jar, staring up at the older man with the sharp suit, glasses, and the stern look that only a dad could have.Â
You donât feel an ounce of discomfort standing with the older man in your glittery, shimmery pink skin-tight mini dress, thigh-high boots, and push-up bra to make your breasts look even juicer than usual. Your manager has been in your corner for four years now, giving you the career youâve dreamed about since you were young.
âMr. Manager!â Maki exclaims, standing tall and rigid. âUhâŠ.Y/N just feels a little drained from the tour.âÂ
You roll your eyes at her attempt at softening the blow to appease your manager and her boss. âA little? I can barely find words to speak because Iâm so exhausted.â Your manager scoffs, fixing his glasses and shaking his head. âDramatic as usual.â Despite the small smile on his face, you can tell he isnât happy to hear this.Â
You look at Maki for reassurance, but she is more afraid of losing her job over every little thing, so you know you will have to handle this. But youâre a big girl. Youâre not afraid of handling anything in your path.
So you clear your throat and dab the sweat off of your forehead before you face your manager. âMr. Manager, sir, itâs not that Iâm not thankful for all of the work you put in for this tour, butââ
âYou need a break?â he interrupts, raising an eyebrow at you. It makes your body flush with apprehension. âI thought you got that break the night we were in Tokyo, and you went to see that horrible band that I specifically forbade you from associating with.â He crosses his hairy arms over his chest, keeping that same firm, knowing brow that makes you flush.Â
âHe knows!â you think. You were hoping your manager wouldnât find out about your little âescapadeâ last Friday night to downtown Tokyo where you saw your favorite rock/heavy metal band, The Curses.
Comprised of three members in total, you have been a fan of the popular band for over five years now. They only started popping off two years ago and recently won a Grammy for âBest Rock Albumâ which propelled them deeper into popularity. They are now on tour, starting in Japan before moving onto international countries in two months.Â
You know that people looking at you or listening to your girly, bubblegum pop songs wouldnât suspect that you listen to that hardcore shit. You know that people wouldnât suspect that youâve got a thing for the guys with tattoos, piercings, or âdonât give a fuckâ attitudes either.
But it isnât your fault! Itâs The Cursesâ fault for being so goddamn sexy!Â
Geto Suguru, the guitarist, Choso Kamo, the bassist, and Sukuna Ryomen, the drummer, take up a good portion of your nights when you are alone.
You listen so intently to the way Geto croons against the strings of an electric guitar. Or the way Chosoâs sweet yet raspy tones shift into a sheer scream that excites you. Or the way Sukunaâs brash drumming skills rattle your eardrums and make you think about how big those arms are.Â
And they are. Each member is so big. So tall. Muscles inked with tattoos and skin adorned in piercings. They are the epitome of âbad boysâ according to your manager.
Saying that he doesnât like The Curses or the fact that youâre so infatuated with them are understatements. Heâs made arrangements to sit you away from them at award shows. While arranging your tour dates, he scheduled you to perform in places opposite to them.Â
Your manager takes your public image very seriously which is important for a star like you. You are well aware that the conservative parents would be on your ass even more if you were engaging with a shit-talking, tatted-up rockstar. âI donât want you associating with anyone that can tarnish your image, Y/N,â your manager explained to you. âWhat you do on your own time in private is one thing, but engaging in anything in public is something else!âÂ
And you realized that he was right. Your image is important to you too, especially when it comes to social media and paparazzi ready to catch you slipping. Youâve been going to clubs and hooking up in private for years now! Youâre already very private about what you do, where you go, and who you seeâŠso why stop there?Â
So after rehearsals, you kept that same energy last week when you went out on a whim to the venue that The Curses were performing at in downtown Tokyo. You had some downtime and figured youâd enjoy a night of freedom by seeing your favorite band in concert for the first time.
You wore a skin-tight workout romper over your pink hoodie and paired it with a baseball cap (to be safe). Because your driver cares about his job, he drove you to the venue and promised to keep things under wraps if anyone asked.Â
Seeing the three rockstars wasnât something you regretted. It was a treat to see the three strum those guitars, bang on those drums, and belt out the lyrics you knew by heart into their mics. It was especially something to see them strip off their shirts, exposing each ripping muscle etched in ink and glistening in sweat.
You felt yourself throb and grow hot under your hoodie. You arenât usually come off too eager for men due to your profession, but for those three? You were ready to sell your soul for a slice of dick from them.Â
You felt like the world disappeared around you as you stood in that pit with other adoring fans, none of them recognizing you (as far as you know) and feeling like you were one with the real world as the band played hit after hit.
You felt like Choso locked eyes with you a few times and like maybe Sukuna stared into the crowd at you, his intense crimson eyes leaving you speechless, but you suppose that maybe it was the drink in your cup or wishful thinking.Â
However, after the show ended and you watched two girls fight over Getoâs sweaty towel that he wiped across his abs before tossing it into the crowd, you made a decision that you immensely regret now: you snuck backstage to see them.
You donât know if it was the alcohol or the fact that you were tired of your manager telling you what to do that made you so reckless, but before you knew it, you were signing an autograph for the bandâs bodyguards and having them whisk you backstage to meet your faves.Â
You took a deep breath and fixed your hair out of its trap in your baseball cap before you knocked on their dressing room. Sukuna, in all of his six-foot something glory, answered the door, still shirtless and in his low-rise jeans.
Your brain went blank as your eyes roamed over each ripping muscle, the pierced nipples attached to his massive pecs, and the tattoo inked beneath his belly button to his cut lower stomach pebbled with fine, pink hair that trailed down to hisâÂ
âHelloooo?â he sung, cocking his head to the side. He wore a humorous smirk as he stared down at you, his spiked pink hair looking soft to the touch. âYou okay?âÂ
You swallowed hard, flushing in your hoodie. âHi!â you chirped a little too loudly. âI-IâmââÂ
âYeah, I know who you are,â he interrupted, still smiling at you. His tongue jutted out to lick his bottom lip and silver lip rings, making you think of him licking something else. âSomeoneâs gonna bust their nut seeinâ you here.â Your eyes widened at his lewd words, your stomach flip-flopping.Â
âWhoâs at the door, Sukuna?â someone called from inside. Then Geto appeared, just as tall and just as sexy in his loose tank top, enviously long black hair, and ripped jeans. He paused when he saw you, shocked before his expression softened.
âWow, what a surprise. Youâre cuter in person, yâknow.â He gave you a smile adorned with his lip ring before he called for the third member. âChoso, youâve got a visitor! A fan, it seems.âÂ
And then came Choso who wandered out of his bedroom in Kuromi socks and a white tee that did nothing to hide his toned body. He stared at you as if you were a mythical creature, his mascara-rimmed eyes wide.
His cheeks went pink like the softest petals on a rose, somewhat making you throb. âShit,â he breathed. âI couldâve sworn I just smoked too much before the show, butâŠthat was really you in the audience tonight.âÂ
Geto shared a knowing smile with Sukuna before he stuck his big hand out for you. âNice to officially meet you, Y/N.â You nearly creamed at the sound of his name escaping his lips. âYou too,â you giggled, shaking his hand. You ignored the zip of electricity that shot through your veins as his calloused palm met yours.Â
âListen, Iâm sorry to come through so randomly like this, but I was just wondering if I can get an autograph. Iâm a fan of yours.â You dug your phone out of your crossbody bag, wanting all three on your phone case, but trying not to come off over excited or eager in the face of your three idols.
âOhhh, the pop princess is a fan of ours?â Geto chuckled, placing his hands on his hips. âWhat an honor. So you want our autographs, eh?âÂ
âOnly if you give him an autograph too,â Sukuna joked, nodding at a glaring Choso. âWhat? Youâve been tellinâ us you wanted one for years now!â You nearly combust right there. Choso is a fan of yours? Are the others fans of your music too?Â
Geto switched places, leaning his hip against the doorway. âWe were just celebratinâ the end of our show. You should come in and hang for a bit with us.â Choso took his place behind the bassist, fidgeting with the tie on his sweats and earning your attention. Especially when it came to the black nail polish on his nails. How would those fingers look sinking inside yourâ?Â
âUnless youâre scared,â Sukuna chuckled, giving you a playful smirk. âIâm sure your circle ainât filled with guys like us.â As if to make this clear, he slid a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit it up right in front of you, his crimson eyes locked on yours. The way his rings glinted and the black polish on his nails glistened had you ready to drop to your knees and suck his cock right there!Â
If this was done to intimate you, it did the exact opposite. It only made you feel more reckless and way more aroused than you were during the show. âOnly if you have beer,â you giggled. The members looked shocked at your agreement to stay, but all the more pleased to have you there as Geto let you come inside their dressing room.Â
You stayed for about thirty minutes, chatting, drinking, and lowkey flirting with the bandmates. Geto and Choso got into a guitar battle, each one challenging the other to play certain notes as fast as possible on their strings. You just watched, imaging those fingers somewhere else moving just as quickly.
As the effects of the beer started to kick in, you felt more open sitting between the three men on the couch. More risky. More flirtatious.Â
You giggled at Getoâs jokes. You complimented Chosoâs songwriting and ear piercings just to see him blush. You foolishly took Sukuna up on smoking a blunt, giving him the finger when he laughed as you coughed and Choso got you some water to ease your lungs.
Once the sexual thoughts started coming and the touches started coming (Chosoâs knee brushing yours but not moving away; Sukunaâs hand on your thigh; Geto moving a piece of hair away from your glossy lips), you knew it was time to go.Â
You made an excuse about rehearsals being in the morning to which they took no problem. âLet us know what show you got cominâ up before you leave Cali,â Geto said as he walked you outside to your ride. âMaybe weâll come through and see you perform.â He gave you a one-armed hug at the door, leaving your hoodie drenched in his scent and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke.Â
That night, you went back to your condo after successfully dodging paparazzi and used your trusty rose toy on yourself to the thought of those three tattooed studs with Getoâs cologne on the pink hoodie covering your naked body, whimpering out their names as you came two times that night.Â
You immensely regret your decisions now as your manager gives you the evil eye. You gape at Maki who quickly puts her hands up in defense. âI-It wasnât me!â she stammers. Your manager shakes his head disappointedly at you. âYou forget I have eyes everywhere, Y/N. How else am I supposed to protect my biggest pop star?âÂ
Knowing him, he could have bribed your driver. He could have had people at the venue where The Curses were performing. You swallow hard, trying to think of a counter argument or an apology, but your manager cuts you off. âOh, and not only did you risk your safety and go to a show by yourself, you also went backstage with the assholes, apparently.âÂ
You scowl at him, alarmed by him knowing thisâŠthen you realize it. âYou tracked my phone, didnât you?â you hiss. Your manager blushes, realizing that heâs been caught. He had a habit of doing that to you before and you told him how much you hated it. âYou said youâd stop doing that! Iâm not a fucking kid!âÂ
Your manager looks around at the prying eyes, realizing that you were doing this in the hall. âLetâs discuss this in private.â
But you step away from him, enraged, nearly knocking into Maki who quickly takes your Stanley cup in fear of you bashing it across your managerâs head. âNo! I understand that I put my safety in jeopardy, and I take full accountability for it, but fuck, I needed a break! And I wanted to see my favorite band, so why couldnât I?âÂ
Your managerâs jaw tenses (not a good sign) and he takes his iPhone out. Wordlessly, he taps away on his phone before he shoves it in your face, showing you TMZâs websiteâŠand several photos of you at The Cursesâ concert. You walking into the venue. You in the audience. You walking backstage. You hugging Geto outside.Â
Oh. So maybe you werenât as successful as you thought.Â
âYour image is already being tarnished with the trashy tabloids catching flicks of you and that band,â your manager huffs. âTheyâre bad news, Y/N, and you know it. When you agreed to be in this business and signed that dotted line, you agreed to the image WE constructed for YOUR career!âÂ
You wither at the photos and under your managerâs scrutiny. You feel stupid and embarrassed. All you wanted was a night to yourself and this happens? Maki quickly steps in though and passes your managerâs phone back to him, hiding the photos from view. âShe canât perform if sheâs mentally exhausted, Mr. Manager. Just give it some thought.âÂ
Your manager heaves a sigh and pockets his phone. âVery well. Just go to your dressing room before your Meet N Greet tonight. We can talk about this later.â At the sound of a crash, he quickly excuses himself and hurries off to see what the fuss is about. Maki walks you to your dressing room, tentative yet cautious, not wanting you to pop off or break down. You already feel like glass, vulnerable and transparent.Â
She leans against the door and warily watches you as you rip off your boots, plopping down on the couch. âI just got word that the Meet N Greet start time was extended because of a medical issue, so your break time is extended. Iâll come get you when the event starts. Call me if you need anything.âÂ
You barely look at her as you mutter out a saddened âIâm fine.â She doesnât push it and instead leaves you to decompress and be alone with your thoughts.
You use the next ten minutes to strip, shower, play your soothing music, and fix your makeup for your Meet N Greet in your vanity mirror. You are just applying setting spray whenâÂ
Knock-knock!Â
You roll your eyes rimmed in mascara and glitter before you storm over to the door in your pink robe. âMaki, I told you Iâm fine,â you groan.
But when you open your door, it isnât your agent standing there at all. Your agent isnât six foot, beefy and buff, tatted up, or a man with spiked pink hair. âWho the fuck is Maki?â Sukuna grumbles, scowling in confusion at you.Â
Choso stands behind his bandmate in his usual black attire, though he ditched the tee for a muscle tee that squeezes his pecs. âHer agent! She was just with us, you dumbass!â he growls. Sukuna turns to the guitarist, glaring daggers at him. âCall me a dumbass again and see what happens.â
Geto in his deadly Sex Pistols crop top and jeans combo luckily steps in before the two can fight. âStop. Weâre not here to fight in front of this cutieâs door. Weâre here to congratulate her on her amazing show.â He turns to you with a smile, his handsome face accentuated by his long ponytail.Â
You stare up at the three men towering over you, making you feel ten times shorter than you are. You canât believe it. Theyâre really here. âY-You came?â you dumbly ask, your voice soft and whispery. Sukuna and Geto flat out laugh at your response while Choso does his best to stifle his.Â
âI was serious about payinâ you a visit,â Geto says with a smile. âYou were really good.â You feel your face heat at the compliment, exposing yourself as a praise slut down to the bone. âWeâre fans of yours too. âSpecially him, remember?â
He nods at a blushing Choso who elbows him in the ribs. Sukuuna leans against the doorframe, making you think of a giant with how fucking tall he is.
âThat was some outfit you had on at the finale,â he croons in his deep, tantalizing voice. You notice Chosoâs eyes roam over your robe, making you feel exposed despite the covering. You feel yourself throb at the idea of them admiring you in your costumes tonight, somewhere in the dark in the audience.Â
Despite still being starstruck, you manage to swallow your spit and open your mouth to talk. âT-Thank you,â you stammer. âUmâŠ.you guys wanna come in? Iâve got snacks and drinks. Alcohol included.â You open your door wider to reveal the pink walls and plush pillows in your dressing room. âYou guys make yourselves at home and Iâve got plenty in the fridge.âÂ
âR-Really?â Choso stammers, looking like a wide-eyed raccoon with his eyeliner. âYou sure itâs okay? We wouldnât want toââÂ
Sukuna silences him by wrapping an arm around his neck, squeezing him into his armpit. âShut up and get inside, dummy,â he huffs, dragging the bass player into your dressing room.
Geto follows after, giving you a whiff of his cologne as he passes you. All of them smell good: Geto has a hint of vanilla in his cologne while Sukuna smells more like pine and Choso has a sprinkling of orange combined with sandalwood. You want to wrap yourself up in all of these scents and have them stain your clothes.Â
As you shut the door, you watch as the three men look around your room, so comically big that they make the room look like one out of a dollhouse. âCute room,â Geto comments. âItâs fit for a princess.â He glances at you as he says this, making you flush inside of your fluffy robe. âDid Maki send you?â you curiously ask.Â
He nods, trailing his finger over one of your pink, plushy pillows on your couch. âShe did. Gave us backstage passes and hats too, so nobody would be suspicious.â You make a mental note to thank your agent later.
Sukuna stands over by your kitchenette, his brows narrowed. âWhy? You afraid to be seen with us?â Choso and Geto shoot him a glare that says, âShut the fuck upâ.
But you donât take any offense to it, already knowing how hot-headed and aggressive Sukuna can come off. âNo way! I just donât want you guys to get in trouble. My manager isnât very fond of you.â Sukuna snorts at this, waving off your worry. âLike we give a fuck.âÂ
âWe wonât be here for long,â Geto reassures you, giving you a wink. âWe just wanted to check in on you after you bailed on us last Friday night.âÂ
âYeah, we were sure you got sick or something,â Choso says, awkwardly standing by your couch as if he has no idea what to do. Sukuna chuckles, taking a banana from the fruit basket on your counter. âOr that you ainât like us no more.â He begins to peel it right in front of you and eat it, much to Chosoâs scathing glare.Â
You start to feel guilty for cutting your night so short when you were hoping for so much moreâŠbut maybe you can make up for it now. You take a seat on your couch, laughing off their assumptions. âDefinitely not that. Sorry I had to leave so soon, but I can make up for it now. I told you I was a fanâŠand plus, the tattoos help.â You lock eyes with each of them, your tone no doubt flirtatious and suggestive.Â
Each of the rockstars take notice of your change in demeanor, suddenly stopping whatever they were doing to give you the attention you desire. Sukuna finishes the banana, tossing the peel into the trash can. âYou like tattoos?â he asks, his voice making delicious chills roll down your spine.
His crimson blood eyes on you give you a sudden sense of confidence that makes you want to act up. âMmm-hmm. And drummers.âÂ
You watch as Sukunaâs eyes widen a bit, taken aback by your boldness, before a smirk stretches across his face. Geto takes a chance and sits down next to you on your left, crossing one long leg over his knee. âNot guitarists? Iâm hurt.â He presses a big hand to his heart, right in the middle of his broad, mouth-watering chest.Â
Sukuna scoffs, suddenly over near you despite having just been in the kitchenette, and takes a seat on your right, sandwiching you between himself and Geto.
âPlease. You act like youâre the only one who can play a fuckinâ guitar.â You hum thoughtfully to yourself, looking between the two membersâ strong, talented, capable, inked hands. âWith fingers like yours, Iâm sure you two go head to head.âÂ
You didnât mean for that to sound as sexual as it did, but it does and all three take notice of it. The air shifts to something that is tense with a sexual energy that makes you want to strip off your robe and douse yourself in cold water.
Geto tosses an arm behind the couch, right behind your head. âWe could always show you again, yâknow. Iâm no sore loser, but I donât back down easily, either. Especially in front of cute girls.â The way he is looking at you makes you want to melt into the couch, his gaze laced with seduction.Â
The only thing that keeps you from possibly jumping on the two members is Chosoâs fine ass. âYou keep the water in here, right?â he asks, opening your mini fridge. You nod, telling him to help himself, and exposing your little alcohol collection. Choso takes the bottle of tequila out of the fridge, holding it up with a humored smile.Â
âWhat kinda stress are you under to have a bottle of that in your dressinâ room, girl?â Sukuna scoffs with a laugh. You shrug, giggling along with the members. âMy manager. Paparazzi. The constant strains of pressure and fameâŠyâknow how it goes.âÂ
âWe should break that open then,â Geto suggests, telling Choso to bring over some paper cups. He does, but brings over some water too, sitting down next to Sukuna with the drinks. âSo you think your dad, I mean your manager, would approve of us beinâ in here with his precious little popstar?â Sukuna asks, raising an eyebrow at you.Â
You passively shrug as Choso passes you a cup and pours you a shot of the tequila. You canât bring yourself to care about your manager or your career right now. âProbably notâŠbut he ainât here right now, is he?â You give each member a sneaky, playful smile. âPlus, this is my dressing room and I can have whoever I want in it.âÂ
A playful, flirtatious light flickers in Getoâs violet eyes, his handsome face making it almost impossible to look at him. âSo you want us here?â he asks, his voice dipping low, so low that it makes your nether regions tremble.
Instead of answering and drawing your cards all at once, you raise your cup for a toast. âCheers to a great show and even greater company,â you chirp. The four of you clink cups because taking a shot of the strong, clear liquid.Â
As soon as it slides down your throat, making it sting, and settles in your stomach, you feel a rush of the warmth that you needed to feel tonight. That warmth grows hotter and hotter like a volcano as time ticks by, chatting and lowkey flirting with the band members.
You talk about everything under the sun: favorite artists, animals, places youâve traveled, foods, movies, etc. You laugh over funny stories and discuss what youâd want to do with your career in ten years.Â
Suddenly, the band members have been in your dressing room for a half an hour now and you donât take any notice because of how much you enjoy them being in your presence. And because youâre drunk. Youâve taken too many shots and the tequila is working its wicked ways on you, leading you to strip off your robe and reveal the cropped pink top and teeny, tiny shorts underneath.Â
You take no notice of the way the three stare at you, their eyes roaming over your legs and the way your thighs peek out under your skirt. Choso winds up next to you since Sukuna got up to ravage your mini fridge. You reach out to gently stroke Chosoâs forearm where a tattoo of his little brotherâs face is (Yuji, his name is). âI like your tattoos,â you slur. âTheyâre so pretty.âÂ
The bassist's eyes flicker with light while his cheeks grow pink. âOh, yeah? You said you like tattoos.â His confidence is oozing out now, the both of you acting up off the tequila. You lazily nod, your hand trailing down to his elbow, his skin hot to the touch. âMmm-hmm. And piercings.âÂ
âUh-oh,â Geto chuckles from your left. âSomebodyâs a little tipsy.â He sounds far away but near at the same time. Sukuna comes back over with a bottle of chocolate vodka and plops down next to Choso, making the couch shake. âLetâs give her some more. Sheâs cute when sheâs drunk.â He pours you a shot of the vodka, a deviant smirk on his face.Â
But then you rememberâŠdonât you have something important to do later? âOh, I-I shouldnâtââÂ
âItâs your dressinâ room, ainât it?â the drummer interrupts. âYou can do whatcha want.â He pauses, stifling a laugh. âDonât tell me ya let your manager tell ya whatever he wants ya to.â
You flush at his teasing, hesitantly taking the cup from him. The sweet aroma of the chocolate mixed with the strong scent of the vodka stimulates your nostrils. Sukuna grins at you and he suddenly reminds you of the Big Bad Wolf and youâre being seduced to his jaw.Â
âA girl like you deserves a break, right?â he chuckles.
Yes. Yes, you do.
So you take the shot. Choso takes it with you, hooking your arms together to down them at the same time. Once the vodka is down, you lean back against the couch to gather yourself, but the couch feels too solid. Itâs Getoâs chest. Youâre too drunk to be embarrassed about it.Â
âSo you said you like piercings.â His statement takes a moment to process in your foggy head. Everything sounds muffled. âMmm-hmm,â you hum against his chest, nodding. His hands come around your front to massage your shoulders and neck, his fingers gentle yet firm. âI bet you do,â he murmurs. âI bet you wanna know how one feels.âÂ
Confused, you peer up at him, finding that he is already looking at him. His handsome face eclipses the ceiling fan light above you like the moon would the sun. âWhat do you mean?â you weakly ask. Suguru smiles, slow and seductive, his lip ring glinting at you. âIâll show you.âÂ
Before you even realize it, the guitarist is leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. It is soft, slow, and tastes like tequila. You moan against his lips, tensing slightly from his unanticipated act, but quickly, you settle into his kiss, melting against the softness of his lips and the coolness of the lip ring pushing against your lips. Strands of his black hair fall from his ponytail, tickling your face.
Then you feel his tongue swirling against yours and with it, the cool metal ball of his tongue piercing. Is that what he meant by âfeelingâ a piercing? Because if so, you fucking love it.Â
As soon as it happens, it ends and Geto pulls away, but not before giving your bottom lip a teasing suck, leaving you wanting more and almost gasping for air. âChoso, youâve got snake bites, right?â he chuckles, giving the bassist a wink. âShe might wanna get a taste of those too.âÂ
Suddenly, you are sitting up and facing Choso now, his ringed, tattooed fingers interlaced with yours. Your eyes bounce from his black-ringed eyes to his plump lips where those two black studs stare back at you. âYou okay with this, love?â he asks. âI donât wanna do somethinâ youâre not comfortable withââÂ
You interrupt him by leaning in and giving each other what you both want, his snakebites pushing against your bottom lip. He moans in surprise at the kiss, but quickly melts into it, his hands moving to grasp your hips. Your fingers toy with his forearms, feeling up the firm muscles, while his pierced tongue toys with yours, swirling and dancing with each other. Heated breaths and soft moans escape your kiss, giving you both the impression that youâre enjoying this.Â
âAlright, alright, thatâs enough,â Sukuna growls impatiently. âI ainât get my turn yet and neither one of you lowlifes know what the fuck youâre doinâ.â Begrudgingly, Choso stops kissing you, his eyes slightly unfocused and dazed with lust.
Suddenly, you find yourself pulled into Sukunaâs lap, your ass on his thighs and his hands wrapped around your waist, one palm squeezing your ass rather possessively. âIâve got enough piercings for you, princess,â he murmurs before his lips are on yours and his tongue is in your mouth.Â
And he does. Other than the two rings hanging from his bottom lip, he has three silver balls pierced in a row in his tongue that feel like ridges against your tongue. His kiss is rough and sloppy, causing saliva to gather between your mouths.
You moan into the kiss, your hands caressing his gages and helix piercings, trailing down to his stubbled jaw. The rough strands of his stubble brush against your cheeks, making you envision how they would feel rubbing up against the tender flesh of your thighs.Â
âOoooh, she likes that,â Geto teases, both he and Choso watch you makeout with their drummer. âPoor baby acts like she ainât been touched in years.â Sukuna chuckles, the scent of tequila and chocolate vodka on his tongue. âProbably not if her managerâs got her under lock and key.â Both hands are grasping your ass now, moving you so you are straddling him.Â
âLike the pretty, innocent little thing she is,â Geto sighs from behind you. The compliment makes you flush and want to duck under your bed covers. But Sukuna tsks, disagreeing.Â
âPretty? Yes. Innocent? Hell no. This oneâs got slutty written all over her.â His tongue juts out to give your jaw a lick, trailing down to your neck.Â
Geto tuts in disapproval even as you softly whine at Sukunaâs tongue working across your skin. âOh, donât be so vulgar, âKuna. Sexy would be a better word, donât you agree, cutie?â You canât speak. Your mouth is full of cotton and your tongue is heavy. You smell orange blossom in the air and Chosoâs hands are on your shoulders. âIs this still okay?â he whispers. âWeâre not botherinâ you with this?âÂ
âUmâŠâ Itâs all you can even think to utter. Your mind is foggy and numb, everything sounding like a good idea with the alcohol pumping in your veins. Sukuna laughs, grinning at Choso. âOhâŠsheâs bothered, but not the way you think. Sheâs just too shy to ask for what she wants.âÂ
You feel shame at your body betraying you, hating that Sukuna can feel how wet you are. You can feel it yourself staining your shorts now, soaking through your panties. The drummer tilts your chin up to face his intense, lustful eyes that are laser hot and aimed at you. âWhatâs up, doll?â he coos. âYou want me and my bandmates to play with you tonight and make you sing?âÂ
Again, you are silent, too drunk and too embarrassed to speak. Sukuna firmly squeezes your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him. âUse your fuckinâ words,â he softly growls. âYou want us to fuck you?âÂ
The air is thick with tension and words left unsaid. The ball is in your court now. You should refuse. You should tell them to leave and be the good popstar that you were groomed to be. But the way your pussy is throbbing with need clouds your judgment.
âYes,â you admit. âI-I want that.â You can physically feel the lust and relief radiating off of the three bandmates. âThen youâll get it,â Sukuna growls. âYour door locks from the inside, right?âÂ
And as soon as your door clicks and locks, you are trapped within the four walls of your dressing room with your very drunk, very horny idols. And you couldnât ask for a better break time. Time seems to move fast and slow at the same time for you. Every kiss that you get from the idols is slow and wanton, but every piece of clothing that falls to the floor is quick and intense.Â
You ogle and indulge in your idolsâ shirtless upper torsos as their shirts come off before moving onto their shoes, socks, and pants. They strip for you, revealing rippling muscles inked in tattoos, motorboat-worthy pectorales, lickable abs, toned thighs and legs, and grabbable asses.Â
âLike whatcha see, cutie?â Geto chuckles. You wordlessly nod, earning a laugh of adoration for your cuteness.Â
Then your clothes come off, Sukuna peeling off your bottoms to reveal your pink thong underneath while Choso takes off your top, carefully peeling it off of your head. Sukuna admires your ass and thighs in your thong, his hands drinking in your soft skin smooth with vanilla-scented lotion. âSuch a slut,â he groans. âYouâve been dreaminâ of this, havenât ya?âÂ
Choso busies himself with your breasts, his hands molding and massaging each one, paying attention to your soft moans. âSo pretty,â he murmurs before suckling on one of your hardened nipples. Your moans grow louder, especially when Sukuna begins leaving open-mouthed kisses on your mound. But your sounds are swept up by Getoâs lips when he leans over to kiss you, his pierced tongue swirling with yours.Â
Suddenly, moments later, you are trapped between Geto and Sukuna, hands in your hair and a cock against your naked asscheeks only covered by the straps of your soaked thong. You are on your knees between Sukunaâs thick tree-trunk thighs, his hands possessively grasping your face as he kisses you while Geto ruts his hard, girthy, curved cock up against your ass, soft groans leaving his lips.Â
âFuck, cutie pie,â Geto sighs, loving the way his cock, tan like the rest of him, looks between your asscheeks. âYouâve got an ass fit for a stage, you know that, right?âÂ
SMACK!Â
His big hand comes down onto your asscheek, making it sting. âAh!â you gasp, tearing yourself away from Sukunaâs lips to gasp at the sudden pain.
The drummer tsks, scowling at Geto as the guitarist runs a hand across your arched back. âYou didnât do it hard enough. Lemme show you how itâs done.â Then he mirrors Geto, raising his hand and smacking your ass.Â
SMACK!Â
He hits harder than Geto, causing the sound to ricochet across the dressing room walls. You let out a choked moan as the stinging sensation overcomes you, spreading across your asscheek like a wildfire.
He does it again, making your ass jiggle and tears spring into your eyes. But despite the pain, your pussy throbs as if it is a pulsing, throbbing heart in your thong.
âDidnât that feel good?â Sukuna chuckles, cocking his head at you. His thumbs wipe at your right cheek where a lone tear drop drips down your face. âAww, whatâs with the tears, doll? Did that hurtâŠor is that poor lilâ pussy desperate for somethinâ?âÂ
Geto moans from behind you, still rutting and grinding his cock up against your panty-covered pussy, making the fabric so wet that it sticks to your lips. âClearly. Sheâs rubbinâ up against meâŠfuckinâ soaking me.â You continue to rub yourself back against his cock, much to Chosoâs enjoyment. He watches from the sidelines, his hand in his pants, teasing himself, his face flushed pink at the lewd sight. âCâmon, guys,â he groans. âIâm here too. Stop hogging her.âÂ
The cock is suddenly torn away from you, depriving you of what you need. âOh, of course not,â Geto chuckles. âWeâve gotta let the popstar take care of her biggest fan.â He gives your ass another smack and a feeble grab before he lets Choso have you, telling Sukuna to cut it out and let their guitarist have a taste of you now.Â
You move onto Choso, admiring his body as he stands before you over the couch, shrugging his pants and briefs down in one swipe. His cock reveals itself to you: pale, veiny, slightly pink at the head, and pierced. Your eyes widen at the silver frenum piercing there in front of your naked eyes, ready to be tasted. Standing up on your knees on the couch cushions, you stare up at a blushing Choso who stares down at you as if youâre a Goddess reincarnated.
âLook at what you do to me,â he murmurs, wrapping a hand around his dick. His balls, smooth and heavy, hang for you, ready to be suckled on. âNo one makes me like this but you.â
And then, finally, he is jutting his hips out and sliding his cock in your wet mouth, groaning at the feeling of the wet, plushy insides of your cheeks wrapping around you.Â
You begin to suck on him, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks for him, earning soft groans in response to your actions. His cock slides against your tongue, pushing farther to reach your throat, emitting a groan from his soft lips. âFuck,â he swears, his breath hitched on the word. âNow would you look at that,â Geto whistles. âSo eager. âYâknow, you suck almost as good as you sing and dance, cutie pie.âÂ
Zzzzip. Suddenly, heâs standing next to Choso with his thick cock in your face, jutting from a nest of neat, black curls and a mouth-watering happy trail.Â
He smirks at you with his bandmateâs dick in your mouth, loving how slutty you look. âThink you can take me too, cutie? Iâm a little bigger than that sparkly mic you use, but I think you can manage two dicks, canât you?â
Chosoâs cock slides out of your mouth and is quickly replaced with Getoâs, filling your throat up and slowly fucking it as if it is no more than a toy for his consumption. You stroke Chosoâs cock with one free hand, allowing him to fuck your fist while Geto busies himself inside of your mouth, his hand clasped in your hair.Â
And then another cock appears in your peripheral vision, right next to Choso. This one is girthier and curves downward, the pink head dripping in pre-cum and pierced at the tip. âMake that three,â Sukuna growls, pushing his cock up against your soft cheek. âDonât leave me outta of this. You wanted us and now youâve fuckinâ got us.â
Geto slides himself out of your mouth and Sukunaâs cock pushes itself between your lips, forcing itself into your mouth. âJust âcause youâre some big star donât mean you get to be pampered,â he grunts, hissing at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth enveloping him. Â
Sukuna is much rougher with you, gripping your hair and pounding his cock into your mouth, causing his balls to swing and slap against your chin. âThe biggest pop star in the game on her knees with three dicks in her face.â He pauses, laughing to himself. âWhat a headliner! Do you realize how lucky you are right now, dollface?â
He pulls out of your mouth with a groan, a string of spit connecting from his cock head to your bottom lip. âOpen your mouth,â he demands. You do so and he leans down to spit between your lips. He doesnât need to tell you what to do with it. As if programmed for it, you spit his saliva back onto his cock and slurp it back up into your mouth, earning aroused groans from the three members.Â
For the next few minutes, your mouth is used as their personal fleshlight, only used to stimulate and please them. When one cock goes out, another goes in, filling your sloppy throat and fucking it, damn near causing you to gag. Their dicks reach the back of your throat, causing tears to well up in your eyes and drip down your face, ruining your makeup and leaving traces of mascara and glitter.Â
As they fuck your mouth with abandon, you rub yourself against the couch cushions, grinding your cunt against them for relief. The more you suck, the hornier you get, your pussy gushing and creaming in your panties. Sukuna notices and smiles wolfishly. âYou good, doll? Those hips are movinâ around an awful lot.â
He taps his cock against your tongue. Tap-tap-tap. âNeedy slut. Ya need some help with that?âÂ
You donât even have to say yes. They already know from the swirl of your hips. Your body can no longer control itself. Suddenly, you are being bent over onto all fours while Geto and Sukuna kneel behind you.
âYou take care of her mouth, Choso,â Geto murmurs, his hand stroking your ass. âWeâll take care of your girl back here.â Sukuna cuts him a glare that could kill, but Geto ignores it. âSheâs got two holes for a reason,â he chuckles.Â
In the blink of an eye, you have those two holes filled with skillful, pierced tongues while Choso fucks your mouth off its hinges. You have never felt as used as you do now, on all fours with your back arched and two tongues fucking your holes. Sukuna sloppily eats your cunt, sucking on your pussy lips and clit, while Geto pries your asscheeks apart, spitting into your hole before slurping it back up.Â
You squirm and writhe with every movement, doing your best to keep your mouth latched around Chosoâs cock even as you moan and whine from every spark of electric, explosive pleasure that enters your core.
âOooh, sheâs a squirmer,â Geto laughs against your hole. âDoes it feel that good, cutie?â Sukuna growls against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body that make you tremble. âHold her down. Sheâs not gonna do fuck-shit when Iâm back here.âÂ
Geto obliges and firmly holds your thighs while Sukuna grabs hold of your ankles, pinning them to the cushions. Now you canât move and youâre forced to take every tongue lashing they give you, their moans traveling into the very tips of your toes and fingers. Lewd, sloppy, wet sounds travel through the air from the tongue fucking youâre receiving and your wet lips wrapped around Chosoâs dick.Â
You can feel yourself reaching the end, your holes becoming too sensitive the wetter they become. You scream around Chosoâs cock, causing vibrations to travel from his balls all the way up to his head that plunges deep into your throat. âGod!â he gasps. âL-LoveâŠfuck, youâre gonna make me cum! I-Iâm gonnaâŠgonnaââÂ
Knock, knock, knock!Â
âY/N!â Maki calls through the door. âThe Meet N Greet starts in fifteen! I came to get you!â You swear youâve never felt such fear. Choso instantly pulls out of your mouth while Geto and Sukuna cease in their lingus. âShit!â the band cuss in unison.Â
You press your finger to your lips, silencing them. You need to handle this if you want to finish what you started. âY/N?â Maki calls again and knocks, causing you to jump. âAre you asleep?âÂ
You quickly clear your throat, preparing a lie. âU-Uh, Iâm up!â you call, doing your damnedest to sound normal and like youâre not engaging in a foursome right now. âIâll be out soon, Maki. Iâm just fixing my makeup and hair right now. Come get me in five.âÂ
Maki makes a hum of uncertainty, but gives in regardless. âOkay, but youâd better be ready because Mr. Manager is already high strung tonight.â And then sheâs walking away, her heels clicking down the hall. You release the breath that you didnât even know you were holding, thanking a higher power for their blessing.Â
You then turn your attention back to your idols, raising an eyebrow. âThink you guys can cum in under fifteen minutes?â you ask. The three men smile, overjoyed that you still want to end this night with a nut. âYou got any lube hidinâ in here?â Sukuna asks, giving your pussy a harsh smack that makes a high-pitched whine escape you.Â
After finding your secret stash of sex toys (rose toy, vibrator, and cherry-flavored lube) in your Hello Kitty duffle bag, Sukuna squirts some lube onto his fingers and proceeds to rub it along your asshole while youâre on all fours on the carpeted floor, shivering and whimpering from the cold substance.
He gently probes your ass with one finger, paying close attention to the way you whine and arch your back like a cat in heat, his cock growing harder at the sights and sounds of you. For extra lubrication and stimulation, he pries your asscheeks apart and sticks his tongue in, slurping at your asshole and spitting in it, telling you how cute you are back there and how canât wait to stretch you out so no other man can even compare.Â
After you apply some lube to his cock, Geto gently pulls you down onto the floor with you in his lap, straddling his toned stomach and rubbing his cock against your sobbing wet pussy lips. âJust look at me, okay, cutie? I wanna see your face when you take all three of us.â
His violet eyes stare deep into yours despite turning into slits as soon as his cock sinks deep inside of your pussy, causing you both to moan and for your nails to sink into his chest.Â
Choso stands above you, stroking his cock to the image of you bouncing on his bandmateâs dick, cheeks flushed and eyes hopeful for his chance to fuck your throat again. Sukuna stays in his place behind you, rubbing his cock up and down your asscheeks. âBet youâve been dreaminâ of this,â he grunts. âAll of us fucking you dumb. Havenât you?âÂ
Rapid puffs and huffs of air leave your lips as Geto bounces you up and down, causing the sound of skin slapping against skin to drift into the air as your ass comes down onto his thick, muscular thighs. âY-Yes,â you weakly moan. âCouldnâtâŠoh, fuckâŠcouldnât help it!â
Getoâs cock feels too good for words. Every time it brushes against the wet, gummy walls of your cunt, stretching you out, and your internal clit is stimulated, your mind grows blank and nothing else matters.Â
âBe gentle with her,â Choso orders. âShe has her Meet N Greet soon.â Even as he says this, he rubs his cock against your soft cheek, causing you to turn to gently suckle on the head. Geto grins at him, his handsome face etched in pleasure from your wonderful, tight, wet pussy wrapped around him. âDonât worry, Cho; weâll make sure she can still walk by the time weâre done with her.âÂ
But Sukuna is less optimistic or supportive. âNo promises,â he cackles. âNot that sheâs complaininâ about it. Now can you two shut up and fuck her already?â Choso obliges by sticking his cock farther into your mouth, once again filling it, making your lips stretch around his shaft.
âFuck,â he sighs. âYou feel so fuckinâ good.â He proceeds to fuck you in time with Geto, wrapping a hand around the back of your head to keep you still.Â
âKeep that mouth busy, Choso,â Sukuna orders. âBrace yourself, doll. Youâre gonna feel a little full.â He gives your ear a teasing lick before he lines himself up and slowly sinks his cock into your asshole. Inch by inch. Second by inch.
Full isnât even the right word to use to describe how you feel when he slides his cock in the tight rim of your asshole. You have never felt like this before.Â
It takes a moment to adjust and surprisingly, Sukuna allows you that time by pausing and slowing his movements, paying attention to your body language. But once youâre finally loosened up, your holes practically melt around the three cocks fucking them, back to back, al at once pounding you senseless.
âEasy, baby,â Geto coos. âJust relax, weâve gotchu. Just let us fuck youâŠlet us make you feel real good.âÂ
The sounds of their moans, grunts, and swears of pleasure drift through the air like cigarette smoke, traveling up the ceiling and bouncing off of the walls. Your holes become sloppy from the spit, lube, and pre-cum entering them, making them easier to fuck.
You are used as if you are no more than a fuck toy. A fleshlight. A sex doll. You canât get enough of it, arching your back and shoving your jiggling breasts into Getoâs face which he happily sucks on.Â
âAh, fuck!â Choso groans, his eyes squeezed tight from the pleasure. âFuck, baby, that feels so good!âÂ
âSo fuckinâ good,â Geto moans. âDonât, ah, let this go to your head, oh, fuck, but your pussy is the best Iâve ever had.â
Sukuna leans over to whisper in your ear, giving you deep, long strokes that have you crooning and whining around Chosoâs cock. âHowâs it feel gettinâ your holes pounded by some rock stars, huh, babydoll?â he gruffly asks. âIs it everything your slutty ass thought itâd be?âÂ
As if saying yes, your throat flexes and latches tight around Chosoâs cock, nearly making him bust right there. âFuck, whatever you two just did, do it again!â he whines. âHer throat just got tighter!âÂ
Geto places his big hands on your ass and proceeds to drill himself up into you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars over and over again. âCâmon, cutie, work for our cum,â he pants. âMake yourself cum all over this cock. You can do it.â Combined with his pounding, Sukunaâs deep dicking, and Chosoâs moans as he fucks your mouth, you have no choice in the matter anymore.Â
You donât even realize youâre screaming until Chosoâs cock slips out of your mouth.âOh, my God!â you moan, loud enough for anyone outside of your dressing room to hear. âIâm gonna cum! Iâm gonna fucking cum!â Your screams of pleasure continue to escape your mouth, growing more and more needy, desperate, and wild the closer you get to cumming.Â
You donât even hear the sounds of knocks at the door over the sound of sex. âY/N?!â Maki yells outside your door. âWhatâs going on? Open the door!âÂ
You donât hear her or the door knob jiggling. You only hear your idolsâ salacious moans and Getoâs sweet voice in your ear. âGive it to us, baby,â he whispers. âGive us all that cum and take those loads. Youâre such a good girl.â
The three go faster and rougher, pounding you senseless, ruining your makeup and hair as Sukuna pulls on your locks and Choso fucks your mouth so roughly that the tears dripping from your eyes ruins your foundation.Â
The knocks on the door become louder, booming against the wood. âY/N!â your manager shouts. âOpen the door! Y/N, whoâs in there with you?!âÂ
And then finally, with a needy whine that nearly makes your throat hoarse, you finally spill your cum all over Getoâs cock, squeezing him for dear life as you try to drain every ounce of his nut out of him. Your orgasm triggers the band membersâ and soon, they are finally cumming for you too.
Suddenly, all three of the sexy, tatted, pierced up rockstars shoot every ounce of their creamy loads in every single one of the holes they occupy. Geto grips your hips and screws his handsome face up, sweat trickling down his neck as he cums deep inside of your pussy, causing your thighs to become sticky and wet with the substance.Â
With a guttural moan and every single cuss word known to man, Sukuna grips your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he shoots his load into your ass, filling the tight hole up with his spunk before pulling out to rub the rest onto your asscheeks. Choso chooses your face to cum on, pulling out and quickly fucking his fist before ropes of white cum spurt out of his pierced cockhead, coating your lips, cheeks, and tits in the sticky, wet substance.Â
You are completely and totally covered with their cum by the time your dressing room door is forced open. Your head swivels around to face your agent, your manager, and the two big, burly security guards that they got to break in your door.
âOh, my God!â Maki shouts, dropping her iPad in shock. She and the othersâ faces are etched in shock and horror as they are met with the sight of you and The Curses completely naked with the dressing room smelling of sex.Â
A beat of awkward silence extends in the tense, cum-and-lube-scented room before the band members each let out a laugh. âDonât worry, Mr. Manager, sir,â Geto chuckles, gently stroking your ass. âWe were just leaving. We just had to help out your little star.âÂ
Gently, he and Sukuna pull out of your holes with matching groans, causing their cum to ooze out of your pussy and ass down your thighs. As they quickly get dressed, Choso gently lies you down on the couch and passes you some tissues for your face.
âJust relax, love,â he coos. âYou did so well. Here, letâs get you covered.â He passes you your robe and helps you dress in it, even tying it for you.Â
After he gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and gathers his clothes, Geto leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. âGood luck tonight, cutie,â he murmurs. âWe had so much fun with you tonight. Give us a call when youâre in Cali again~âÂ
Then itâs Sukunaâs turn. âSorry for the mess,â he jokes to your team, shirtless with his jeans sagging low. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, his crimson eyes filled with mirth. âOh, and thanks for the souvenir, dollface. See ya around.âÂ
And then, just like that, your idols are gone, swiftly rushing past your manager, Maki, and security still standing there in shock.
When you finally find your brain and check your robe pocket, there, in your palm, is a note scribbled in Chosoâs handwriting are three phone numbers: his, Getoâs, and Sukunaâs.Â
âY-Y/N,â your manager stammers. âWhat in the hell happened here?âÂ
You quickly hide the note back in your pocket and smile, giddy and your heart skipping like a schoolgirlâs even as your holes are oozing with cum and your pretty makeup is fucked up.
âJust a Meet N Greet,â you jokingly reply. âNow if youâll excuse me, I need to shower for my fans.â
Then you quickly rise onto your wobbly legs and walk to the bathroom, grinning as you do.Â
yall want me to believe Choso âon sight before his feet even land on the floorâ Kamo is some pathetic whiney crybaby? Like why is every fic so⊠ugh i want him to fight back. Somebody please tag me or drop a link for assertive/ aggresive/ dominant choso! (Prefferably black reader)
like do i gotta write it myself?
Choso who meets you when you both come in late at night its 2am and youre standing in the hall talking about whatever the hell a middle part buss down is. He doesnt care he just wish you werent so loud⊠in your shared hall.
you glare at him because who was he talking too! You pay the same amount of rent as him and to damn much at that they should be lucky you werent in the lounge making ramen watching their t.v right now.
It doesnt get better when you bang on his door asking him to turn his music down cause why was he playing last resort by papa roach at 3:30am on a wednesday. He opens the door in a hoodie and tight calvin klein boxers and your eyes drift for a second until the next rock song starts up this time in japanese and he has the audacity to have an annoyed expresion with you!
âdid you want something or did you just want to stareâ he glares annoyed with a steady voice though youre expecting him to snap.
âWho answers the door in their boxers have some decorumâ you respond half embarassed that he caught you. âAnd your music is loud⊠some of us have jobs in the morningâ and you storm off not leaving any room for backtalk.
the next time he sees you is a few days later when youre both rushing out and slam into another his shirt and leather jacket falling to the floor with your purse falling sending your wallet down the hall and lip gloss shattering that dior gloss was not cheap.
âare you fucking kidding meâ he hisses and you notice hes shirtless silver bars through his nipples and a few tattoos littered across his chest.
âyou got a real stairing problem there princessâ which makes you smirk.
âyou look like a 1st grade art project⊠line work isnt half bad its just the asshole its attatched toâ you retort collecting your items not realizing a few slipped from your wallet.
it was maintenance day you didnt have time to worry about shit it was hair lashes nails toes and a fresh tattoo and belly piercing your friend finally found an artist that did both and had clean work.
youre all smiles and sunshine walking into C.K. Parlor even enjoying the convo with the pink haired male receptionist whos so sweet mentioning this was his brothers shop but something about this guy looks familiar.
âHes so hotâ your friend gushes making you turn around and groan at the sight of your annoying ass neighbor.
âcouldnt get enough bothering me home so you come hereâ he teases but theres something so stoicly calm about his anger⊠its more so mild annoyance.
âi actually came to get a tattoo and piercing but i think ill passâ you speak not wanting to admit you actually loss your credit card but youre here for moral support for your friend who now that you look at her looks like she doesnt need it.
âyoure already here dont tell me youre chicken⊠come on ill even do it for freeâ
âfree?â Oh that had your attention.
âmhmmm lets call it a truce no more loud⊠anything just being good neighborsâ
and its not long before youre on the table the design being shaded into your spine and he admires how you just take it⊠his mind does begin to drift to if you can take anything else when he notices how pretty you look today.
he actually loves white on your toes and the crisp french tip on your hands. Its when he notices the snake tattoo wrapped around your wrist that he realizes you might be interesting and not just some stuck upâ
âyou wanted your belly pierced too right?â He ask and if someone wouldve told you that youd be half dressed infront of your neighbor Today you wouldnt believe it. Hes professional and doesnt even glance at the double dâs you have in your lace bra⊠ok he did but you didnt notice at all.
you thought you seen his ears burn red but hes quick to turn away disposing of the needle and your completely suprised by how soft and careful his hands are⊠ahem he is.
âand maybe we can actually be nice to anotherâ he says softly holding out your credit card that you dropped earlier.
your truce last all of 5 days. It wasnt your fault meg the stallion announced she was going on tour and you couldnt help the screams of joy and to blast her music.
you dont expect anyone to bang on your door or barge in when you open it.
âexcuse the fuck out of meâ you hiss slamming your door facing him when you notice hes looking past your face and down at your body.
you were wearing a dark purple lace bra and underwear the silver belly ring he initially put in switched out for a dangly silver one with a dragon that matched your tattoo and yes it was to early to change.
âmy eyes are up hereâ
âplease. Nothing i havent seen before princess actually it kind of looks like the black oneâ he smirks watching the fury in your eyes as you look for something to cover up.
âget the fuck outâ
he saunters (the god damn audacity) out but not without pressing his whole body into you as if the walkway wasnt wide enough making sure to press himself into your ass leaning down to your ear.
âgood night princessâ and you dont have to look at him to know hes smirking but that raspy voice does something to you.
that night you go to bed with 3 orgasms⊠what dont make that face you had a voice kink and couldnt help it.
he smirks when he sees you the next day and you try to ignore him as he unlocks his car door.
âsleep well? You know the walls are thin and im sure our bedrooms share a wallâ
you make a mental note to get on apartment finder tonight.
âim sure that was your first time ever hearing a womans moans outside of pornâ you hiss back you werent no weak bitch.
and he wasnt a cliche man his taunts went further then just an insult back, hed give you more content for tonight. After all he was helping you help him.
âjust be a good girl for me and let me hear everything tonight alright princessâ he utters in a deep octave that makes your breathing stutter and you cant form a proper sentence and any insult is going to be childish.
you of course try to walk off but he grabs your arm pulling you closely his large hand spreading across your lower back.
âdid i say i was done⊠look up at meâ and you bite your lip to keep your jaw off the floor this man was wicked and you were not about to play with a devil.
âyoure such a pretty messâ he adds in watching the gloss in your eyes before you come to your senses pushing him off heading fown the street.
âwrong direction princessâ and you were headed the other way but you should probably just head back inside to change underwear.
and if he could hear you through the wall you were going to put on a show, you make sure even whine moan groan whimper and cry can be heard through these thin ass walls honestly you were so sensitive from overstimulating yourself⊠It was his fault.
You do everything in your power to avoid him the next few days that post nut clarity knocking some sense into you.
You actually have no idea how wrecked heâs been. How wrecked you had him! He needs to hear it again.
he might turn slightly yandere for you.
its when you get a call at 1am and of course youre up you had actually just got out the shower.
âis this your paybackâ he hisses into the phone though you arent sure what hes talking about.
âhow the fuck did you get my number? Doesnt matter byeâ
âstop it just listenâ he grunts catching your attention âi just need you to be a good girl for me just once i promiseâ he nearly begs and you have a wicked idea of what heâs doing on the other side of the phone.
you listen to every command, praise and groan his sultry voice lets out your fingers and sheets soaked
âyou did such a good job baby, you deserve a reward how about you cum for meâ he grunts sending both of you to your end him losing it to the sound of your orgasm.
âi wanna take you out on a dateâ and thats when you hang up not in the mood for his antics.
hes serious though, he takes you to the finest seafood restaurant with expensive alcohol you cant pronounce he even gets you a dress to wear, suprising you with a new dior lip glossâŠ3 actually.
âthats how many times you orgasmed through the wall the first nightâŠâ you thank God for your brown skin and him not being able to see you blush. He genuinely takes the time for you to get to know another subtly throwing in praises.
by the time you get back to the car your a wreck hair frizzing from your body overheating already.
your legs are rubbingg together and he spreads them guiding your hand down.
âBe a good girl for me and show me how pretty you look when you cumâ
You happily comply watching as his hands fidget while driving
When he gets you back to his place your clothes are off and your back is against his fluffy comforter, not that you had time to notice but his whole room is black.
Hes a certified munch and will eat you until youre lightheaded. He eats you out on your back, makes you ride his face, eats you from the back he has you in 7 different positions from head alone.
He gives the deepest stroke while telling you how pretty you are for him the most filthies things he can mutter in your ear giving you back shots the pillow under your stomach propping you up as he plays with your clit begging for you to cum.
you black out and hes not far behind but makes sure to clean you with a warm rag and throws a tshirt on you.
He loves waking up to you and will actually barge in your home or bring you over to his.
He has his own stubborn ways which you will sometimes talk your best shit which he loves, he needs his woman to be on go not some docile lil weakling.
synopsis . After losing your precious attention to his dorkier twin brother Toru (nerdjo), Sato (fratjo) decides to take matters into his own hands by corrupting his brother into being more like him. Unfortunately for him, Toruâs too strong willed to fall for his tricks and Sato ends up being the one with quite the personality switch by the end of the night.
content . afab!reader, more porn with plot, attempted corruption, praise, eventual threesome, Sato causes a slight scene, partying, possessiveness, jealousy, pervertedness, humiliation kink, filth, begging, a whiny Sato, whimpering, dry humping, confessions, panty fucking, teasing, tit play, obsession, reverse cowgirl, degrading, dom!reader at times, crying, dacryphilia, edging/orgasm denial, pet names, mentions of panty stealing, cock stepping, overstim, dirty talk, Sato has a pain kink, slapping, drama, voyeurism, alcohol, drunk sex, squirting, frat!kuna & frat!geto appearances, dom!nerdjo, oral sex, semi-public sex, etc.
word count . 10.8k | author's note: banner art by @/aransmind!! this is technically a part two of this, but they can be read separately. lilâ teasing surprise at the end btw, hope u enjoy! ;)
In your defense for a second time, he begged for it to happen.
Sato Gojo was never one to do that. He was much too prideful and egotistical to ever let a lowly please slip from his perfectly rosed lips. Especially not towards you.
You were a mere flingâalbeit his favoriteâa warm body to sleep next to on the coldest nights, and a damn good fuck for when he needed one. Thatâs all Sato swore you were to him. Nothing more, and absolutely nothing less.
So, why did it irk him so much to constantly see you paying attention to anyone that wasnât him? To the point where he spends all his time begging for just a sliver of it for himselfâŠ
ââ
Simply put: Sato is an idiot.
One tall, stupidly handsome, and annoying charming idiot.
For him to have spent so many months playing around with you and your feelings while subconsciously neglecting his own has got to be the dumbest thing heâs ever done in his life. And to make matters alarmingly worse, it took his brother stepping into the picture for him to realize all this.
You and Toru had a relationship Sato could only ever dream of having with you.
Toru was polite and sweet, the picture perfect boyfriend without even being your boyfriend. He always listened to you, cared for you in ways no other had, and brought you to unimaginable heights of pleasure time and time again.
All things of which Sato had many opportunities to do for you in the past but failed on one too many occasions. The straw that broke the camelâs back in your relationship with the frat brother was his whole obsession and ordeal with wanting to make you squirt without putting in the true effort it took to get you there.
Now it had been months since that took place but the memory of it all still bothered Sato to no end.
Especially since he had to live with the results of his wrongdoings every day.
Toru would parade about the Gojo household with the happiest expressions on his face, beaming about the smallest things you said or did. The elder twin by six seconds had to hear his nerdier sibling giggling wee hours into the night whilst on the phone with you, taking up all your time and attention.
Sato tried to go back to the way things were with you and text or call you over like nothing ever happened, but you were slowly making it quite clear that things were over between you both.
The cherry on top of it all had to be the days Toru invited you over and youâd show up promptlyâthe two of you disappearing into that dorkâs bedroom for hours upon hours.
On those days, Sato would have his ear pressed up against the singular wall between he and Toruâs bedrooms. He hated how nosy heâd become over the past few months but could you blame him? He missed how things were.
Like, really missed it.
The muffled sound of your voice alone was enough to prompt a twitch from in between Satoâs legs. Sure, he had other women he could call to help him take care of the arising issue but none of them were you.
Your chuckles at whatever yapping fact Toru gave to you was all it took to have Satoâs hips adjusting themself. He missed being the one making you laugh, even though it happened only so oftenâconsidering he used to focus on getting moans out of you instead of sounds of amusement.
So now here he was, pathetically longing for a woman who his brother treats ten times better than he ever could.
Sato knows he fucked up, he knows he should apologize and just try to be better.
And yet, he doesnât at all work towards doing any of that.
Instead, the only thing he works up is a plan for himself. One of which he was so very sure would work out for him.
The night this plan comes to forition is one where heâs listening to the sounds of you and Toru ravishing one another.
From start to finish, Sato had his ear pressed firmly against the wall so he wouldnât miss a sound.
You came in Toruâs room needier than normal, Sato could hear it in the way you spoke to his brotherâhow Toru would stammer on his words with the way youâd press your body against him.
Even though Sato couldnât see what was happening, he had good enough ears to hear and then picture what was taking place rather vividly.
âI thought you said you had a surprise for me?â Toru had squawked as awkwardly as ever, his tone uneven due to his rising nervousness.
You were sitting on top of him with your arms wrapped around his neck and your tits pressed neatly into his firm chest. âI do.â You whispered, pressing another soft kiss into his lips.
He cutely tries to push himself closer for more as your mouth draws away from him seconds after but he just barely misses. Batting those pretty blue eyes up at you from behind his glasses, âBut, you didnât bring a bag with you or anything. What kinda surprise is it?â
âYouâre holding it, silly,â You purred before moving past his face and then down, peppering kisses into his jawline and then down to his neck.
âO-Oh,â Toru gulped and the hands he had resting against your hips suddenly grip the fabric of your shirtâwell, his shirt that you so politely stole from him a few weeks ago.
He told you that you could keep it since he thought you looked pretty in it but, truth be told, he knew if you returned the shirt to him itâd just end up stuffed against his nose while he wrapped his fingers around his cock and got off to the scent of you.
Toru was quite the pervert, after all.
Which is another thing the twins seem to have in common aside from dashing looks. Along with their mutual obsession with you.
The shirt on your body is carefully adjusted as Toruâs fingers slip beneath the fabric to brush against your bare skin, steadily trailing up. Your lips are still at his neck and the moment he feels your tongue dart out, his hips unconsciously roll up.
You feel his cock hardening beneath you and instantly rock forwards to create some friction between you both. âYouâre my surprise?â Toru whispers out shakily as his body gets increasingly hot from your touches.
He feels your lips curve against his neck as you smile, âCâmon, I thought you were supposed to be the smart twin?â You teased.
To which he let off a short huff and rolled his eyes, âI am the smart twin.â He argued, âJust⊠not when it comes to uh, this stuff.â
At the sound of that, you pull back so that you could meet eyes with him. âToru youâre literally the only guy whoâs ever made me squirt,â You remind him rather bluntly, watching as crimson flushes over his cheeks. One of your hands lift to run through the smooth whites of his hair and his head leans back with your touch, blue eyes lowering. âIf you want your surprise, youâll have to find it.â
He bats his lashes up at you and you slowly watch as that hidden confidence of his takes over within his expression. âAlways making me work for things, huh?â Toru puffs.
Then, before you can quite respond, the grip he has on you tightens and he lifts you up in one fell swoop.
âToru!â You gasp, trying to keep your legs wrapped around him for support as you go up into the air.
Youâre tossed down onto the plush of his bed seconds later as if you didnât weigh a thing and he makes you watch him drag his shirt up over his head flawlessly. And there it is again, those clean cut lines ân creases that are so perfectly bulked at his torsoâall tight and defined in a way that damn sure doesnât match the dorkish look he carries on his face all the time.
Youâve laid eyes on his abs more times than you can count by now but every time your brain stutters to process the sight. Where Sato was bulky in ways that he often showed off, Toru seemed to have this sleeper build that he kept hidden to most.
The details of your relationship was never clearâand it didnât have to beâbut he was only showing you this side of him.
His hands tenderly move to your legs and he pushes them apart to make room for himself. Slotting in between and hovering over you with his arms caging your head, âI thought about you all day, yâknow,â Toru whispers. âThen you come over with a surprise for me. Do you even realize what that does to me?â
His eyes are hungry on yours, heavy hips slowly rolling down so you can feel the answer to his question through the weighty hardness of his dick. Itâs already bulging against his sweats, leaking from the swollen pinkened head and waiting for even more of your attention.
Part of him worried that by the time he found this little surprise of yours, heâd have already came in his pants.
That happened rather often with you too. After crushing on you from afar for so long, it took him some time to adjust to having you in real life instead of in those nasty fantasies he had of you before.
Toruâs hand shuffles down in between your bodies to tug your (his) shirt up off of you, leaning back and then gaping at what lays beneath.
Thereâs a nasty dribble of precum building up against his tip in reaction to the sight of lacy blue hugging your tits. Your surprise for him was nothing more than lingerie in his favorite shade of blue.
âYou spoil me,â He whispers, working that shirt further up and soon completely off your body.
Then he leans down to kiss at all your exposed skin before you could even respond. His lips were a wet mess against your neck, slipping down to your collarbone and leaving a slick trail of hickeys and love bites to silently claim you as his own.
Heâd never tell you but he often tried to leave marks on you just for his twin brother to see. Toru wanted nothing more than for Sato to be jealous of his newfound relationship with you.
Especially since you told him that Sato was never allowed to leave such things across your body before. It was yet another thing that made Toru feel like he was the favored Gojo sibling.
Whether or not that was true remained unknown.
His kisses eventually met your collarbones as his hands tugged your bottoms down. Then his eyes flicked into that direction and he nearly came at the sinful reveal below him. The lingerie set you wore was a picture of perfection in his eyes.
It complimented your skin tone, highlighted your very best features, and made his cock twitch stupidly in excitement.
The exhale that falls from Toruâs lips sounded nothing short of feral, his brows twisting up as a soft whine from his throat follows shortly after.
He runs his fingers over the lace of your panties, tracing the delicate edges and shifting his positioning so that his hips could be flush with yoursâhis leaking bulge sneaking closer to press against your pussy lips.
Toru's always had an obsession with your panties. Even before when you were wrapped up in his asshole of a brother, he always found a pair of your panties lingering around somewhere in his room. You were unaware of it, of course, but the Gojo twins had been quite the panty thief for some time now.
Hooking a finger under your current pair, Toru draws an upward pull from the fabric and watches as it snugs against your cunt, creating the cutest outline as your puffy lips soak the lace.
âFuck, that's hot,â He grunts as his brows twist up.
Then his hand leaves your body for a few seconds to remove the rest of his clothing, tugging his cock out and letting it hover over your pussy whilst you remained clad in your surprise set.
âToru,â You murmured all pliantly.
His pupils nearly dilated from the sound alone, flying up to your face as he wrapped a hand around his cock. Toru stroked himself a couple times to your expression before he looked back down and furrowed his eyebrows.
This was a thing he did constantly whenever he focused on something. It was something you found oh-so-cute. You loved watching his lips push out ever so slightly as he let his attention fixate on something.
âIâm sure this was expensive,â He husked out, running a thick thumb down the center of your panties and noting how your hips faintly lift as if to guide his touch to where you want him.
The gesture makes his lips twitch.
Then he slowly tips his head to the side, âI donât wanna ruin it.â Toru tells you while inching his bobbing cock forward. The feeling of his plump head glossing against your folds makes you flinch, âBut I do wanna appreciate itâand youâproperly.â
Toru takes his dick into his hands and swabs the tip up and down your slit, purposefully grinding forward whenever he gets up to your clit just to tease you. You let off a string of breathy moans in reaction and a dopey grin sprawls out at his lips.
Slowly, Toru lifts his cock and then slaps it back down against your cunt with soft taps, listening to the cute squelch that shyly rings out as he does so. You feel his stout head flick across your clit, swatting against the throbbing bundle of nerves just to earn more eager sounds out of your throat.
"Is this your way of appreciating both? By teasing me?" You ask with a pout tugged out across your lips.
Your words seem to go through one ear and out the other due to Toru's incapability of focusing on multiple things at once. It's hard when you're prettily soaking up a set you purchased and wore just for him. How is he meant to think straight at all?
Part of him wants to find a way to brag about this to his brother later but he knows he's too shy and humble to ever go do such a thing. At first glare from Sato, Toru would clam back up and probably forget about this whole thing.
The sound of his name being whispered and a hand poking at his leaky tip makes him snap out of his selfish thoughts, gaze finally rising to your face again. "H-Huh?" Toru squeaks.
You let your finger round his cockhead, collecting the precum that's resting there before moving your hand further down his length and adjusting your hips, "You zoned out on me. Do you not likeâ"
"I do," He cuts off, body relaxing under your touch as he sighs. The nerve of you to lay there and try to suggest something like that as if he wasn't seconds away from cumming on that gorgeous ass set of yours! "Sorry, I was uhm.. I was thinking about bragging about this to my brother."
"There won't be much to brag about if you keep that up." You huff.
His cock rudely slaps at your pussy, "Like hell there won't."
Happy to have him focused again, you smile up at the man and then watch as he hooks a long finger under the fabric of your pantiesâtugging them over to the side to reveal your soppy cunt. Toru gulps as if he hadn't seen it multiple times prior to this, letting the thick of his thumb greet your clit with a languid little roll.
You moan and he compliments that by taking his free hand to gather the rest of his cock into his palm, pushing forward and poking at your entrance just to feel how you throb around him. The feeling spurs him into teasing you more so he pulls your panties up and then thrusts.
A heightened gasp rings out of your mouth at the mean feel of nothing entering you. Toru had thrusted himself against your pussy instead of in, releasing the fabric he'd pulled to the side and instead moving his hands to your thighs to sprawl them further open.
"What are you-," Your words fall flat as you watch himâhis glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose a bit before his expression contorted into something purely sinful.
His cock slid back and forth against your folds, your slick having wet up everything in the area. Toru got breathy within a matter of seconds whilst you began to whine for him to slip inside you.
Ignoring you, he uses one of his hands to adjust your panties and pull it over his tip, quickly fucking himself into the fabric. You feel the weight of his shaft gliding over your clit in dizzying motions, every trailing vein felt twitching over you. The width of his dick causes your folds to sloppily part around him as his grinding causes a nasty slosh of arousal to echo out from in between the two of you.
"I told you," Toru pants, angling himself down closer to you. "I don't wanna ruin this since I know it's-, hahh, fuck... expensive." With his explanation comes a heavier roll of his hips and your face twists up with how stupidly good his cock feels teasing you.
"Then fuck me in it," You demand rather brattily. This attitude of yours wasn't one he was unfamiliar with. Hell, he's learned how to deal with it quite well over time.
Scoffing as his tone leaves with notable sarcasm, "That's not fair to the lingerie," Toru argues with a smirk on his face, his breath hitching at your pussy idly throbbing around nothing. It was almost dizzying how he could feel everything without being in you, "A-And I cum inside you all the time... Maybe it'd be good for me to cum on this instead."
You pout, "But-"
Toru cuts you off by rutting his cock back 'n forth more methodically, letting its heaviness bump up against and around your clit. Putting on this innocent-like tone, "Doesn't that feel good?" he asks.
You try not to roll your eyes from not getting exactly what you want, "Yes, but-"
"Then hush," He coos, hip bucking forward and causing his tip to get caught on the soiled fabric, more of your combined juices spilling out through it. "Jus' focus on how it feels, nothing more."
"Toru," You whine in protest.
He ignores the soundâjust barelyâand quickly moves his hand to push his glasses up on his face, "Fuck, you're so wet." Toru points out in tandem with being able to see things more clearly. "Makin' it so easy to slide against you."
Then you glance down and nearly drool at the sight. The head of his cock is evenly flushed over with glazed shades of pink, filthily slathered in slick 'n cum, and sticking out against your panties.
When he tugs his hips back, you nibble on your bottom lip to conceal yet another moan. The draaaag of his cock is what had you all tense with pleasure. It almost felt like he was truly fucking you and yet he hadn't even put his tip inside.
You adored the intimacy you found with Toru. Whenever you really wanted him to fuck you, he would. But after dealing with his asshole of a brother who only ever fucked youâyou think you quite relish in this side of sex.
Even though you know Toru only does this because he gets off on teasing you like crazy. Hell, he ends up cumming within the next few minutes just from fucking your panties while your spread pussy glosses him up with every thrust.
It was such a nasty sight too. Toru lost his breath entirely somewhere between his thrusting, his hips unconsciously bucking forward whilst he struggled to keep your panties in place so he could watch his cock slip 'n slide against it, catching how the expensive fabric streeetched out until it eventually ripped with a loud cloth-like tear.
You had gasped at the sound and he tried to quickly distract you with kisses, his tongue slotting in between your lips before he double downed with his distraction and angled his cock down into you. You both had made enough of a mess for him to slip right in.
Then a broken gasp of your name was hushed out against your lips in a searing pant, his eyes rolling back and his glasses falling off entirely just to land on your face. You managed to snicker at feeling them, moving your hands to cup his cheeks into your palms, and then helping to put his eyewear back on.
"Hold them f'me," He hushed out just as his tip met the back of your cunt with a greedy smooch!
You kept your hands in place, fingers a bit shaky while he began to finally fuck you properly. The fabric of your lingerie was well tattered against your thighs nowâsoiled with a mix of obscenityâbut neither of you really cared at the moment.
His cock was doused in his own cum, easily bucking another load into your sweetly clenched pussy as he whispered soft praises into your lips. All while you held his glasses against his face to stop them from falling againâloving the way they fogged up whenever his thrusts became especially erratic.
Meanwhile, Sato was a mess within his room. Because of all the whispered conversation, he could barely hear what was going on. His ears caught a moan or two but thatâunfortunatelyâwasn't enough to get him off. By the time you and Toru finish up in there, Sato's left blue-balled 'n uncomfortable.
He thinks he caught the gist of what happened but he's not entirely sure, which pissed him off to no end.
So that plan of his from earlier? The one that he almost called it quits on, yeah, it's coming back in motion with full force.
ââ
It's simple too.
All he wants to do is drag that dorky brother of his to a couple parties and possibly get him to harp over someone else-, hell, anyone that's not you for once. And hopefully, this'll work long enough for Sato to steal a moment with you.
He could barely remember the last time he had a proper conversation with you up until he runs into you one weekend.
You're over at the Gojo estate for the hundredth time and he manages to catch you alone in the kitchen.
He spots you digging through the fridge as he's just coming out the pantry, his entire posture stiffening up at the mere sight of you. For a split second, he debates on turning around and ducking back into the pantry before you spot him.
Which... is weird considering he's never felt such a shy instinct gnaw at him like this before. It's just you, the same woman he's charmed time and time again. Surely not that much has changed between the two of yâ
Your eyes suddenly land on him and he feels his heart sink to his ass as if he'd been caught doing something he had no business doing. You cock a brow his way, letting your gaze flock up and down his body to size him and his uncharacteristically awkward posture up. Him and his brother really shared more traits than either of them realized.
Whatever snack he had in his hands begin to slip and he fumbles with the item for a moment, causing you to snort as you look off to save him from further embarrassment. You're hardly sure why you do that, considering all the heartache he'd given you in the past.
Clearing his throat, "Didn't know you were here already, sorry." Sato says, the naturally suaveness of his tone highlighting the few differences between he and his brother. The levels of confidence between the two was hardly comparable, no matter how bumbling Sato seemed to be around you now.
You shrug, "I've been here for an hour. Toru's in the study and I figured I'd grab something to eat." Part of you wanted to add how if you knew he was in here too, you probably would've gone hungry for a little longer. "I'm surprised you're here and not at a party or something."
His eyes widen a little at that before he blurts out, "That was a lie, by the way."
"Huh?" You blink.
"What I said," His hand moves to the scratch the back of his neckâanother thing the twins do when nervousâand he sighs, "I knew you were here, I dunno why I said I didn't. I was even hoping to talk to you."
Sato steps closer and you instinctively step back, to which his heart reacts weirdly. It was almost like you'd silently rejected him just now. Something of which he really wasn't used to.
Folding your arms, "Talk to me about what?" you ask.
Your body language around him now was entirely different than what he remembered it to be last. The distance between you two, how you looked at him as if you carried no more interest in him, and even the careful way in which you carried yourself in his presence. He felt like a stranger to youâwhile standing in his own home!
"There's uh," Shit, his words weren't even leaving him like they normally do. He never used to have this many verbal pauses around anyone. "There's this partyâwhich is funny since you just mentioned me being at oneâand I.. Well, I wanted to see if you and Toru would come."
You weren't buying that one bit. Humming, "Oh." before your brows furrow and your eyes run over his face suspiciously, "You don't normally invite Toru to parties. Actually, I don't think you've ever invited him to one."
Sato shrugs, "Maybe I'm trying something new." When he sees the roll of your eyes that earns, he lets out a sigh, "And I have invited him to parties before, he just doesn't like going to them."
"So why are you trying to get him to go now?" You press.
"'Cause I know you can help me convince him to come," He fires right back.
To which you take slight offense, "Ah, so you're using me." you scoff, "Again."
"N-No, shit, wait. That's not what I'm doing." Sato emphasizes while stepping closer again, noticing how you don't move back this time. "I just think it would be good for him to get out some more, I've always thought that. And before you, I never had anyone or anything to help me convince him to see that."
You're not entirely sure you're convinced here but, you go along with it, "Right..." Then you keep your brow raised and don't let him think for a second that you're not still skeptical of the whole thing. "Well that still doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like parties, like you said."
"He might if he gave them a chance," Sato suggests, "Especially one with me. You'd know that better than anyone else."
You look off to the side at that. He wasn't wrong there, you were one of the main people he used to drag to every party he could get into; having you on his arm for a good half of it until he got distracted by one of his frat brothers or even some other chick.
"I guess." You concede softly.
Sato smiles, "See? And I promise to keep an eye on him, make sure nobody drags him into anything stupid. He is my brother, after all."
You should've known better than to trust him when he said that butâif you were being honest with yourself hereâSato seemed pretty sincere, "Fine. I'll ask him"
"Thank you," He beams after, genuine appreciation gleaming through his eyes as he stares down at you.
Though, you felt as though that was less about your agreement and more about the proximity. Which is ultimately why you pull yourself away and quickly make you way out of the kitchen.
For your first conversation with him in months, it didn't go nearly as bad as either of you thought it might've.
ââ
And luckily for Sato, things work out perfectly.
When he went to tell his brother the details of the party they'd be attending, Toru didn't seem too put off by the idea like he had been in the past. In fact, by the time said party comes about, things go quite according to plan for Sato.
Loudly thumping music had the frat house walls rattling, the base hitting hard enough for you to feel it all throughout your body as you walked in. It was quite the cliche but you didn't mind it much, considering this used to be your usual weekend scene. Plastic red cups could be spotted in every other pair of hands, bodies were rolling against one another, and you could hear the distant sounds of excited shouting over the music.
You were loosely holding Toru's hand as the two of you walked in together, feeling his fingers tighten against you due to the number of people gathered about. His hold only seemed to loosen when Sato spotted the two of you and came walking over with his usual shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
"See? S'not that bad, is it?" He greets loudly, swiftly moving to Toru's free side and slinging an arm over the man's shoulder to tug him closer.
Toru's body is shuffled into his older brother's, having to move a hand to stop his glasses from going all crooked against his face. Clearing his throat whilst his eyes nervously fly around the party, "There's uhm, there's a lot of people here."
Sato snorts, "Astute observation, four eyes." he teases before pulling him further to steer him deeper into the room.
Just as Toru gets his glasses properly adjusted on his face, he feels heat flush into his cheeks at the sight of heads turning their way. The reason why he doesn't like coming to partiesâespecially with his brotherâis quickly highlighted for him again.
An assortment of reactions fly out from different people as they look at the two twins together. The sound of someone saying, "No way there's two of them," almost makes you snort as you keep close behind them, letting the siblings bask in the oncoming attention from partygoers.
Before you realize it, there's a mild crowd forming near and around the two of them. You recognize a few facesâcourtesy of being here with Sato so many times beforeâand send a wave out to some. Amid the excitement, you manage to catch a great deal of questions flying their way.
'Sato when did you start wearing glasses?' Directed at Toru jokingly. 'Are you two actually twins?' Asked to the both of them, as if their identical looks were a mere coincidence or something. 'Where have you been hiding all this time?' Toru receives that one and even though you can't see it, you could vividly picture how that makes him blush.
The final question you hear before walking off is an idiotic one of, 'Which one's which?'
God, it was chaotic.
So much so that you end up slipping back as that crowd grows larger, a sense of fondness stirring up in your chest since you'd had your fair share of the both of them before anyone else here. That, and the general feel of the party reminded you once more that you used to be dead center at these events with Sato every other weekend.
Which is exactly why you knew how to slip away easily.
Someone hands you a drink as you scope out the rest of the scene, you laugh at jokes made as you walk between people, and ultimately allow the party to wrap itself around you completely.
ââ
The party wasn't bad at all for you or the twins. Hell, you might even say it went perfectly.
Or, it was going perfectly. Y'know, until you made the mistake of running into Geto and Sukuna in the kitchen.
You were standing in between the two catching up on things that'd happened since the last time you'd seen them, pretending not to notice how they both looked at you. Fairly enough, back when Sato used to drag you here, the two knew better than to set their eyes on you the way they were right now.
But, since it had been so long, they'd forgotten all about that.
Geto was the closest to you, his head all tilted as he watched every word slip past your alcohol-slicked lips. Meanwhile Sukuna was on the other side keeping his husky voice low and greedy eyes lazy as they trailed down your figure.
You could feel the tension between the three of you building but, whether or not you wanted to go somewhere with it was unknown to you.
Meanwhile, a pair of annoyed azure eyes bored over the three of you. The sounds of surrounding people dulled out in Sato's ears as he watched from a distance, feeling his jaw unconsciously tighten whenever Sukuna's arm would brush over yours or whenever you laughed at something Geto said.
It only pissed him off even more to see you allowed the two to be all over you like that.
Seeing that happen with Toru was one thingâat least he and Sato shared the same faceâbut those two? Yeah, that wasn't sitting right in his heart at all.
Shit, it was almost worse.
Before he even realizes what he's doing, Sato tosses his head back to down the rest of the drink in his cup and then taps at his brother's arm. "Hey, you remember that one game I told you about?" He asks, taking his eyes off of you for a second, "The card game?"
Toru blinks innocently, "The probability one..?"
Sato nods, "Yeah.. Yeah, that one," He doesn't even remember himself. But, if this would serve as a distraction decent enough for him to sneak away from his brother to stop whatever the hell was going on between you and his friends, then fuck it. Snapping his fingers, "These guys over here were just asking me about it but I think you should explain. Since you're better at explaining things than me, y'know?"
Poor eager-to-help Toru looks towards the people Sato was referring to and shrugs, "Uh, yeah. I-I can do that." He stammers as he notices the curious eyes on him. He swallows thickly, "So, the concept is fairly simply. Firstâ"
Anything that's said after that falls on non-listening ears as Sato takes that as his chance to slip away.
He weaves through people, offering half-smiles to those who try and stop him, managing to grab another drink on his way, and eventually making his way towards what really mattered: you.
By the time he gets there, Geto's mid-sentence with you while Sukuna had managed to get a hand onto the small of your back. That ticks Sato clean off.
He doesn't even say anything to either of the men as he pushes past Sukuna and snatches at your arm, tugging you along and causing your feet to stumble against the floor. Your eyes go wide and you shoot curses his way but, he wasn't hearingânor caring forâany of them.
Sato hauls you all the way upstairs, unknowingly being watched from his twinning pair of eyes as he does so.
His hand on your arm is gripping enough to pain you and despite your half-attempts at pulling away from him, you end up shoved into a room anyway.
The door slams and he pants heavily as he struggles to get a grasp at his own emotions. You're collecting yourself after being flung so easily into the room, straightening up where you stand and scoffing at the sheer audacity of this man.
âSato, what the hell is wrong with you? I was in the middle of-,â When you turn around, all the words on your tongue seem to die out entirely.
In all your years of living and in all your time of knowing Sato Gojo, never could you have expected to see him down on his knees and peering up at you like a desperate puppy. Pouting rather cutely and letting his hand snake up behind your leg, âPlease.â he whispers shortly.
You blink. Then you look around for a bit, trying to decipher whether or not this was something your drunken brain had come up with or if it was real. âPlease⊠what?â
His head tilts and the dim lighting in the room catches against his blue eyes, a soft look noticeable in them now. âTouch me,â Sato continues, pout deepening as he shuffles forwards on his knees. âLook at me, yell at me, give me your attentionâsomething.â
âAre you okay?â You ask with genuine curiosity. It was weird to see him like this all of a sudden. âYouâve been acting strange all night and then you pull me in here for this?â
Ah, so you'd noticed it? You noticed how he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, how he kept steering his brother in the opposite direction of you, and how your talking to Geto and Sukuna drove him absolutely insane?
Satoâs close enough now that his head ends up resting against your thigh and he nuzzles his face into your skin, âYou donât get it.â He insists, âI will do whatever you want-, whatever it takes to get your attention back on me instead ofââ
âToru?â You finish for him.
His jaw tenses as he grits his teeth, âYeah. Anything it takes to bring you back to me.â
You fall silent for a moment long enough to worry him.
Then, he watches your hand lift in slow motion and his heart-rate spikes immediately. You go to flick that stupid backwards hat of his off the top of his head, hearing it hit the floor with a light little thump, and then thread your fingers through his hair. A shiver runs up his spine and his lashes begin to bat up at you.
Fuck, it'd been so long since he felt your touch that he was on the verge of embarrassing himself even more soon.
Your touch sinks deeper into his hair before you shift your hand down to his face, and eventually his jaw. Cupping it in your palm, you force his head up and tug him closerâstill keeping him on his kneesâand flash this look at him that makes his cock jump.
Heâd never seen you gaze at him so hungrily before. Needy? Sure, plenty of times. But hungry-, starved? Now that was something different.
ââŠAnything?â You whispered before you drew that plastic red cup of yours up to your mouth and took a slow swig of your drink.
With the way things had been going on this fine night, you were starting to wonder if you were being greedy. Had he not dragged you up here like this, you might've ended up in a new bed with new people...
Sato gulped in tandem with your steady sips. His eyes fawning up at you all doe-like, âY-Yeah, anything.â
Heâd never been on to stutter. Hell, heâs never even been on his knees like this for anyone and yet here he was. But if he had to watch Sukuna and Suguruâof all peopleâlounge around in your attention any longer than he just did moments ago, he mightâve lost his mind entirely.
Your hand leaves his face and his breath hitches at the loss. âLean back a bit, Sato.â You direct, watching as he instantly angles his torso back enough for you to see his entire frame below you.
Your body was buzzing from the alcohol and you don't think you ever would've acted on these thoughts of yours had you been sober.
Letting your gaze saunter down his body until it lands on his parted legs, your foot already in between them, the sight thrusts an idea into your head and you end up smiling down at him almost wickedly.
âNow spread,â You hum with a subtle nod of your chin.
His cock twitches again. Then heâs sprawling his legs out further as blush decorates his cheeks. âLike.. like this?â Sato mumbles.
Fuck, he was so embarrassed right now. Why did he do this? Why was he doing this?
Noticing your expression, his answer becomes quite clear.
âJust like that, good boy.â You praise before lifting your leg and soon nudging at his crotch with the tip of your footâpoking the bulge thatâd revealed itself there. âI kinda like you like this, yâknow.â
He gulps again, trying his damndest to ignore the way precum drooled out of his plump cockhead in reaction to your foot, âDo you?â
You nod, "Mhm. Had I known you were dragging me up here for this, I would've came along willingly."
Sato nearly moans at that. It revealed to him that you somewhat still cared for him, albeit in a sexual context.
You apply some more pressure onto his dick and watch his entire expression break out as he gasps. Then he hunches forward and grabs onto your leg as if to beg for mercy or something, grunting a searingly low, "Fuck."
Moving your gaze further down, you see how cute his cock looks all hard 'n smushed up against his thigh, twitching beneath your foot like he craved more. You wonder faintly if you're being too mean to him with this but, with the way he's breathing against your leg and holding onto you for dear life, you quickly realize he likes it.
You reel your foot back for a few seconds before stepping down harder, causing him to straight up whimper at how deliciously that pains him.
Flipping his head up to look at you with glossy eyes, "More," Sato moans. Then he's rutting his hips and your foot slips down off his crotch. To which he follows by humping your leg.
That seems to catch you by surprise with the way your hand grabs onto his hair and you tug at his head, "Hey, did I say you could do that?"
Something pathetic wisps out of his lungs and he shakes his head, "No, fuck.. m'sorry." He mumbles.
Then he shuffles back again and lets you return your foot to his cock, looking down to watch how you rub against his bulge.
"Don't touch it either, jus' watch." You order rather cruelly. Something burning coils up in his abdomen, perhaps a hungry need to buck his hips up and meet the friction you were so graciously gifting him with.
Sato nods his head obediently and then leans back further so that you could better watch how you were stepping on his cock. His mind feels muddled. He wanted your attention but, he didn't realize he wanted it this badlyâto the point where he was letting you treat him like this.
Your foot taps at the head of his dick and he flinches cutely, simpering a whine out from his tongue.
"Aw, that's adorable." You comment with a smile on your face, "Did you always want me to do this to you or are you only like this because I forgot about you for all that time?"
His eyes are hazy as they meet yours and you can tell there's hardly a thought running through that unfairly pretty head of his. "...Both?" He heaves out. The pressure against his cock increases again and his eyes start rolling back, hips unconsciously moving to grind up against your foot. "Ah, f-fuck.." Sato whispers helplessly.
His swollen cock was relishing in the weight that pressed against it, tip sticking to the fabric of his boxers and even beginning to seep through with the liquids as he began to move. The rest of his body felt hot and his mind was taut with sin, drool steadily building up against his lips.
You let your foot smack at his length all meanly and Sato swears he came for a second based on what nearly spurted out of his tip.
Those slightly soaked lashes flutter up at you, his pout deepening as his muscles flex from tension, "M'gonna cum," He warns.
You promptly snatch your foot away and roll your eyes at him, âNo you arenât.â
Oh, at the level of depravity he'd reached, he almost got on all fours to crawl after you as you stepped back instead of further on him.
The only thing that stopped him from doing so was a gentle gesture from your fingers, beckoning him to get up on his feet. He shuffles up messily and you notice the wet spot on his pants where his cockhead is proudly poking at.
Creeping near him again, your smile widens as you lift your eyes up, âHow much did you miss me, Sato?â
So much so that his body is burning with the desire to touch you right now...
Not that he says that, though.
Sato's tone is a little breathless from his near orgasm but, he still manages to speak without stuttering. Which should count for something considering how desperate he's gotten. âI almost came from you stepping on my cock, how much do you think?â He huffs sassily.
You slap him.
You donât know if it was the alcohol resting in your system or simply the heat of the moment but, your hand had flown across his face faster than you could think. You didnât much care for his sass, especially since youâd spent far too long letting him talk to you and treat you however he wanted.
Sato blinks and stares off into that direction, baffled by the pain sitting on his cheek and the quiver it earned from his dick. He doesnât even realize he whined as if aroused until his eyes fall on you again.
You look surprised at yourself but then he sees how youâre scrunching your brows at him.
Itâs then that Sato realizes heâs smirking at you, his head spinning with the most lustful ideas before he stalks closer to you. âPlease,â He nearly groans, âDo that again?â
âWhat?â You gape. âN-No, I didnât even mean toââ
âI donât care,â Sato cuts off. âSlap me again. I-I shouldnât have spoken to you like that, I forgot my place.â
âYour place? What? Iââ
âHere,â He drops to his knees again with a heavy thud. âMy place is here, remember?â
No, you donât remember at all. Is he acting like this because of a few minutes ago or has he really gone this crazy? Did all that time truly get him this bad? This desperate for you?
âIâm sorry,â Sato whines, reaching for your hand to pull it to his mouth so he can kiss across your knuckles. âMâso sorry for how I treated you beforeâhow shitty I was.â
âSato, i-itâs fine, IâŠâ You trail off because of how submissive he looks kissing your fingers as if itâs the only thing keeping him sane. "I didn't even mean to hit you... I just..." Then something clicks in your brain.
His eyes flock up but he doesnât get long to process why your words had trailed off. The same fingers he was kissing end up in his mouth within only a few seconds.
He groans against your hand and sucks dearly, nodding his head as if to coax you into continuing. âM-Mhmm..â Sato hums.
âGod, you're pathetic,â You hum.
He's so hard he feels like he's gonna pass out.
Your fingertips plummet into his mouth, tapping at the back of his tongue. âSucking on my fingers like this, letting me step on your cock, liking it when I slapped you...â You lean down all of a sudden and his eyes get wide, âJerking off to the sounds of your brother fucking meâŠâ
Sato feels dizzy now. He wants to pull his mouth away and protestâtell you that itâs not true, that heâs never done that beforeâbut he knows he canât. He wouldnât be able to breathe a lie into your direction. Not like this.
So when you take your fingers out his mouth and grab his face to tug his head up again, he thinks his brain turned off entirely.
âHow... How do you know about that?" He asks hoarsely.
You slowly lean down to him and shrug, "I heard you moaning my name out one time."
Surprise colors itself into his eyes before he looks away. You tilt your head into that direction and then force him to look at you one more time, inching in fully to catch him by surprise as you kiss him.
His previously turned-off brain comes to life at the feel of your lips against his. The familiarity in which your mouth moves with his is enough to bring him up to his feet again, his hand quick to meet your waist and then pull you in.
âI missed you so fuckinâ much,â Sato sears into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue dives in. âMâsorry for beinâ so stupid, let me make it up to you. Please?â
Who were you to say no to such a thing?
Itâs only natural that you indulge in his wishes since itâd been so long.
But, by the time you both tear one anotherâs clothes off and heâs one layer away from a face full of your pussyâthe door to the room youâre in swings open.
Your legs clamp around Satoâs face in reaction and you hear him groan frustratedly.
Standing at the door with a face flushed from alcohol consumption is Toru, whoâs wearing the same expression Sato was earlier when he saw you with Geto and Sukuna.
Scoffing, the man steps into the room fully and kicks the door shut behind him. The sound of it locking clicks throughout the air seconds after.
Sato opens his mouth to say somethingâhoping to protest his twin brother joining in on this, but getting cut off by the glare thatâs sent his way from behind perfectly clean frames.
A low, âMove over.â husks past Toruâs lips as he stems closer to the bed and soon into it.
Your legs get stretched further apart and youâre looking at the Gojo twins settle themselves in between them before you have a moment to understand what was going on.
âTch.â Sato grits out as he's rudely nudged to the side.
"Don't tch me, you can share." Toru argues half-drunkenly, elbowing him slightly.
His older twin has a scowl pressed onto his face now, "Didn't wanna share."
"Cry about it, loser."
"Hey, quit calling me that."
"You've been up here for like thirty minutes 'n still haven't gotten her to squirt," Toru sounded disappointed. "Are you sure you're even a part of the Gojo family?"
Sato quickly takes offense to thatâthe two of them wrapped up in their bickering and forgetting about you for a moment. "Excuse me? I was the first born, dipshit. M'older than you."
"By six seconds."
"Still older-"
"Hey." You huff, instantly earning both of their eyes back on you. "Less talking and more makin' me feel good, yeah?"
"Yes ma'am," The two breathe out in sync, quickly getting to work.
Toru's mouth latches onto your inner thigh again while Sato goes straight for your cuntâgreedy, like always. He ignores your panties being in the way and suckles your taste onto his tongue while tugging the fabric into his mouth.
You felt teeth against your thigh as Toru bit at you here and there, tickling your skin with his tongue afterwords. All while Sato makes his oral muscle quite familiar with the your prettily twitching pussy, salivating against it to let the liquid mix in with the slick collecting against your panties.
Things started out slow between the two of you but got nasty very quickly.
They could only kiss 'n nip at you for so long until Toru looked over and got impatient just from watching the technique his dummy of a brother used to tease you. Palming the side of his twin's face, he shoved him over to the side even more and then scoffed again.
"Lemme show you a thing or two," Toru sighed heavily, moving his hands to your panties and then quickly riiiiiping the fabric that still hugged your cunt. As you're revealed to him, he lets out a sound of relief and greets your lathering folds with a soft kiss. Whispering, "Hey baby. Mmph, miss me?"
When his tongue rolls out his mouth, it's instantaneous how your back begins to arch up. Sato notices it and feels a pang in his chest. He doesn't know why he can't seem to do that with the same ease as his younger sibling.
"Mmnh, Toru!" Then came that gorgeous moan of yours, having the nerve to utter his brother's name as if he hadn't been in the room for much longer so far.
Was he really that bad at making you feel good? Or was there just some sort of bias for the nerd who's currently mumbling filth into your pussy and only ever reeling back to shoot a thick glob of spit onto you?
Having grown tired of not being enough for you, Sato decides to force himself back into the equation by snaking his hand up towards your pulsing hole the moment he sees Toru's tongue glissading up to your clitoral hoodâthe tip of it catching there before he swats at it.
You're pleasantly surprised to feel two lengthy fingers thrust past that stubborn lil' ring of resistance, spurring a sloppy squelch out in reaction.
Toru's making out with your clit as if he'd never done it before, his tongue clumsily dragging shapes out into it while Sato curls his digits into you. Splatters of your slick fly out onto the both of their faces and you're shamelessly letting your moans fill the room.
It's not long before a gloss of your cum is decorating Sato's entire hand and the lower half of Toru's face. Having both of them work you over the edge was an experience like no other.
Toru lifts his face to spit on his thumb next, moving it to your clit again and swirling his saliva around it as he spells something out. You could just barely make out the letters of their family name being rubbed into you.
âHere, she tastes sweeter when you do this,â Toru instructed in a sultry whisper as he rubs at your clit in sync with Satoâs mouth soon latching onto your slobbering hole.
âMmgh,â Sato ends up moaning as if heaven itself had just spilled out onto his tongue.
To which his twin tilts his head in awe and then smiles, âSweet, right?â
âSâfuckinâ sweet,â Sato grumbles, his hips idly rocking against the lower end of the bed for some sort of relief. Adding a low, âWhy didnât I do this before?â
Toru scoffs, âCause youâre an idiot.â
âMmph.â Is grumped into you just before you feel Sato pouting against your pussy.
Your puffy lips smear out against his own, leaving a gushing trail against the lower half of his face with the way Toru's insistent thumb never let up on your overstimulated bud.
Even as your legs began to shake, both of their hands had you pinned to the bed as they selfishly got their lusting tastebuds full off of the honeyed slick that continuously oozed out of you.
Sato let his tongue smack at your quivering hole a few times in between his slithering thrusts back in, the thick tip of his tongue grinding against your soft walls to coax more of your juices out.
All as Toru watches and steadily grew proud of his brother for finally using his brain for once. Then he looked up at you and kept his thumb in place as he began to move up. Soon enough, his mouth was meeting yours to let you taste yourself in a smearing kiss.
You had one hand wrapped around Toru to keep him close and the other gripped onto Sato's messier head of hair as his mouth mumbled praises into your pussy.
Your body was quickly being worshiped by the twins as if nothing else could keep them sane. Sato wouldn't let up on your pretty cunt no matter how many times you whined for a break and Toru had made his way to your tits, sucking your perked nipples into his mouth and letting his tongue round the buds in eager fashion.
At the rate they were going, you just knew you'd end up entirely fucked-out sooner rather than later...
"See? If you wanted to make her squirt so bad, all you had to do was work her up to it." Toru says right after popping his slathered mouth off of your swollen nipple, rolling it in between his fingers as he glances down at his pussydrunk twin.
"I can," Sato pants all of a sudden, prying his mouth off of you for the first time in forever, and then looking up at you, "Please let me try again. I can do it this time, I-I'll be patient for it, I'll cater to you, please."
With glossed over eyes, you just barely manage to peer down at the desperate man in between your legs. "You're so cute when you beg," You snicker breathlessly, "C'mere, Sato."
...Was he dreaming? Were you really about to give him another chance?
ââ
In short, yes!
But, not in the way he'd exactly hoped for.
See, what Sato wanted most was to bring you to that level of pleasure and see the look on your face when it happens.
So when he finds himself dumbly splayed out under you as you ride him in reverse, he's all but frowning grumpily since he can't see a single expression on your face.
He misses how your eyes roll back when you first ease your weepy pussy down onto the erect standing of his cock, how you bite down on your lower kiss-bitten lip to conceal a needy lil' whimper, and how pleasure washes over you completely as the swollen lips of our cunt come flush with his deftly standing base.
The only thing Sato gets to see is the gorgeous arch in your back and the rhythmic recoil 'n slap of your ass while you bounce up and down expertly. His hands are anchored to your hips as his jaw flails open, drool trickled all down his jawline and dripping onto his abs filthily.
It was rare that he let you ride him in the past. The reasoning behind it being the simple fact that he could never handle it!
"O-Ohhh fuck.." Sato groaned out into the air with his head cleanly tossed back.
Your walls were meanly gripping around his aching shaft, causing his mushroomy head to throb ploddingly at the spongey spot inside you. He was forced to watch your pussy sliiiiiiide up 'n down his cock at a pace that ringed such squelchy sounds out into the sir.
"Wait," He panted out in hopes of getting you to listen for just a second. It was hard to believe that this was the same guy who'd fucked you to tears so many times before when he was the one tearing up now. "S'too f-fast. I can't-, hahh.."
His complaints were hardly heard by you since you were quite busy with the man standing over you as you rode him. Another fat cock currently held your attention with the way it dangled in front of your face.
Toru was occupying the same face that Sato desired to badly to see. He had his hand firmly wrapped around his shaft as he tapped your cheek with the rest of his length, coating your skin with his cum and making a complete mess of you.
You'd squeeze around Sato especially tighter with every rude smack of Toru's cock against your face. It was downright whorish the way he was smiling down at you, gaze demeaning from behind those damply fogged glasses of his.
âFocus on the tip, sweet girl.â He told you as he angled his dick downwards to your lips and let the tip smear against the outline of your mouth. He pushed forward just so that his slit drooled specifically onto your bottom lip, smiling when your tongue darts out in response, âThereeee you go. I like beinâ teased too, see?â
When you nod your head, he takes that as his sign to fully enter your mouth and relishes in the way you swallow him inâthe warmth of your mouth enough to make his hand fly to your head to hold onto you. He doesn't even have to say anything for you to start sucking on his cock in the sluttiest way imaginable.
Your tongue laps against the underside of his cock, head reeling back slightly just so you could spit on his tip and then smear the saliva in with a sloppy kiss. Humming, âMngh!â and causing his balls to feel heavier with the need to release.
While you orally satisfy the nerd in front of you, your hips are swerving and grinding perfectly against Satoâwho's still losing his ever loving mind at being inside you again. He's trying to match your movement with a few thrusts of his hips but the one time he does that, he hears you gag on Toru's cock and feels bad.
Not to mention the way it bruises his ego to hear the dork tease you by chuckling, âFuck, donât choke.â
To which you soak profusely around Sato.
The only bad thing about all this was the mean fact in which you hadn't let Sato cum.
Toru's been allowed to make a gooey mess on your face, you'd expereined more orgasms than any of you could keep track ofâincluding a stream of squirt that Sato claims to be the cause ofâbut any time he kindly asked you if he could cum inside you, you'd look back at him and tell him no in the same tone that only made holding it in all the more difficult.
Hence why his voice is barely there now as he heaves out a despairing, âI-Iâm gonna pass out if you donât let me cum,â His fingertips were bruising at your hips and he weakly ground up into you, his cock felt pulsing against your gummy insides. âPlease.â
âGive her a second, sheâs too busy to give you permission for that.â Toru hummed confidently as he rubbed his palm against your head and forced you to take him deeper down your throat.
Your mouth relaxed around his dick and he moaned lightly once his tip thumped into the very back of it.
âFuck you a-and what sheâs busy with,â Sato protested, âI need to cum.â
âSo cum,â Toru says as if it were the simplest thing in the world, trying not to laugh at his brother's pitifulness and the way you were sending him a disapproving look.
âI canât,â His brother frowns, âN-Not without her-, hnngh! p-permission.â
âHow unfortunate.â Toru says as he lazily fucks your throat a little deeper, his balls tapping against your chin along with his alleviated thrusts.
You slurp at him harder, cunt clenching around Satoâs cock again when the one in your mouth bulges against your throat and then chokes you.
Sato thinks heâs on the verge of death with how long heâd been holding back his releaseâhis dramatics evident in the way he tries to pull himself away from you for a moment to breathe.
It's not until you swallow down a sleek load of cum and pull off of Toru's length with dewy strings of pure filth hanging from your lips that you whisper the quietest permission to Sato, allowing his load of warm cum to stuff up until you instantaneously.
The three of you are left worn out just like last time within a matter of moments.
All limbs move languidly to clean up and you just barely notice that the three of you hadn't been in a some random room that entire time. Sukuna's name is caught printed across a jersey in the corner of the bedroom and it makes your eyes go all wide.
Shit.
And if that wasn't enough to worry about, you hear the way Toru snickers from somewhere behind you now. When you glance back at him, he gestures towards his dazed twin, âGuess he was right about one thing..."
Staring innocently, âHm? Whatâs that?â you ask all softly.
âYou really are a whore for some Gojo cock.â
You roll your eyes, âI think Iâm more of a slut for it. Thereâs only two of you so whore is a bit of a stretch, yâknow?â
The twins exchange a glance as you say that.
Then, Sato moves to scratch at the back of his neck, âYeah, about thatâŠâ
me after stumbling upon my first gojo twins ff in which fratjo was the whimpering pathetic one and nerdjo made you squirt. life is good and iâm realizing a lot abt myself
