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[bbfawns]

LEIA — 25, she / they, moonchild, stargirl

💌 thinker in practice || writer in draft

꒰ঌ ໒꒱: jjk, naruto, dandadan, heated rivalry (18+ blog)

#ilovesukuna & #ilovesuguru

— bunnies, lana del rey, joji, playboi carti, newjeans

tiktok | writings

© 2026 bbfawns. All work belongs to @bbfawns Do NOT repost, modify, translate or plagiarize in any way on ANY platforms. dividers courtesy of @cursed-carmine

[itadoriahh]

guitarist!choso AU 🤤

[neossence]

　 BOYFRIEND OF THE SWEETEST GIRL YOU KNOW

"両面 宿儺 ✶ SUKUNA RYOMEN," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙　she's literally a princess and he's the devil. what the fuck.　૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა　artist credits: @/f_tality0 on insta　reblog / like 2 support　 ⃘໋ׅ♡　𝑤.𝑐: 1.1k ⁀ ˳ ⟡

♡⏝　⸝⸝　　𝓦ARNINGS ˖　 ❝　　sfw　fluff　crack　she/her pronouns　satoru, suguru & shoko cameo　reader is sweet and popular　sweet/innocent!reader　bully!sukuna　2006 timeline　reader & sukuna are like 17　they're in high school　only tooth rotting fluff　no curses au　2006 Japan references　sukuna & gojo besties　2nd person perspective　❞

── #⃝ MINA'S NOTES ( 💬 )　gojo ver.　masterlist <3

SUKUNA RYOMEN was the devils incarnate. No, like literally that's what people whispered and believed.

"I saw horns on his head, and he was talking about killing a duck," Nobara whispered and told 4 year old Megumi and Itadori. Nodding and pursing her lips as she had learnt from Gojo when he was gossiping with Geto and Shoko, mimicking his behaviour. Itadori widened his eyes before gasping and placing his hands on his cheeks, "HE WHAT? WHAT THE HECK!?," he looked distraught before huffing and pouting, as if the sun was exploding. 

"She obviously didn't see that, idiot," Megumi looked at him in annoyance, curling his upper lip. "And stop copying how my babysitter acts!" he scoffed before tackling Yuuji.

The rumours didn't start and end with 4 years olds though, almost everyone in Jujutsu high believed that Sukuna was to be feared and that he would curse you if you stared too long. Almost everyone anyways, since there were two big exceptions. One being the most popular boy in school, the boy who was famous on Mixi and owned a Blackberry before anyone else in Japan did.

Satoru Gojo.

"Don't look," a girl whispered to her friend, holding her hand tightly and staring ahead into her dark locker, while heavy footsteps passed behind them.

She was pursing her lips, about to turn back to check before Gojo came up behind them both, resting his arms over their shoulders and smiling happily. "Who're we hiding from?" He beamed.

Her frozen expression didn't give much away, while her friend grew flustered and quickly looked over her other shoulder, locking eyes onto the only figure who wasn't in uniform. His pink hair standing out, hands shoved in his pockets, lolling his head back with a big sigh.

"Satoru, stop following me," he glared, turning back only to look at the white haired menace.

“But whyyyyy? You’re my best friend!” He whined, pouting and playing along, quickly tagging along behind him and chatting to him non-stop about the new game he was playing online and how they should go to an internet café again soon.

Other students walking by quickly changed their course of direction, looked away, or started to empty out their pockets in case Sukuna Ryomen decided that they were the ones who were going to pay for his next expense. Bullying? Sukuna's minions made haibara fear for his life until he transferred to a different school, which in turn caused Nanami to resent him.

All was changed when one of the students smelled the roses in the air, quickly smiling and looking towards the school entrance.

"It's Y/N!" One of the girls happily pointed, while another ran up to give you a hug. "Y/N-channnn! How was your weekend?"

Unlike Sukuna, your reputation was written in a fancy cursive and written in a sparkly pink gel pen. You were a breath of fresh air to many students there, not a single student had a negative energy towards you. Rumours about you sounded like they were out of a fairytale, which is why you were listed as "most likely to be a princess" in the yearbook in your last year of secondary school.

"She gave me her ice cream when she heard about my failed test," a second year boy sighed dreamily, before looking towards the entrance for a glimpse of you. "Is she singing?" His friend questioned, raising a confused eyebrow. You lived up to your name, skipping towards the entrance and humming, while squirrels, birds, raccoons, stray cats and some deers followed behind. A hummingbird even resting on your shoulder and tweeting along.

"Alright now, make sure you all get along and don't get hit by cars, okay?" You smiled and brushed off the bird, blowing a kiss in the direction that the animals scurried off before entering the school gates.

"Do you think I have a chance with her? I think she smiled at me like… more than usual yesterday," a first year boy named Haruto scratched the back of his neck. Flushing from his cheeks, and making quick glances towards your approaching figure. His friends looked unconvinced, all sharing the same look and one of them even holding onto his backpack so that he didn't do anything rash.

"She smiles at everyone, plus I heard she has a boyfriend," one of them shrugged, sighing and watching your figure. It was like all of them were communicating telepathically, trying to discern if you had a boyfriend from the way you walked.

Haruto was about to approach, "I don't think she has—" before freezing and clenching his jaw tightly when someone came up behind him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder tensely. His friends glancing over, only to take one look and be on their way, knowing there was nothing they could do.

"I'm pretty sure she has one." Sukuna mumbled, looking down at the younger boy with sharp eyes.

Haruto gulped, before nodding and looking up at the older boy shakily. "O-oh… sorry, I didn't know.." he mumbled, the air from his throat suddenly feeling like nails, increasingly hard to breathe in and out without sounding like a nervous wreck. "I'll g-go apologise to Gojo, sorry—"

"Gojo's not her boyfriend." Sukuna grumbled, tightening his grip on Haruto's shoulder, making the boy wince out. "I'm her boyfriend," he tsked down at him, narrowing his eyes, almost pouting before shoving the boy away and walking towards you.

People seeing what was happening were already pitying you and wishing that you'd stay safe.

Many people knew that you were dating Sukuna Ryomen, just as many people did not know. The reaction was always the same, whether they knew or not, whenever sukuna approached you. People looking at him in disdain, jealousy, anger, or even looking at you with pity.

"Poor girl, he's probably been manipulating her," whispers floated amongst the student body, people shaking their heads, teachers gossiping in their lounges. "She's too sweet for him, he doesn't deserve her!"

You knew the truth and Sukuna knew the truth.

"Hii!" You happily squealed, rushing up to him and hugging him. His body didn't stiffen or hesitate, as he'd gently wrap on arm around and pat your back, glancing back subtly so that no one saw him lose his edge. "…you're going to make me look like a softie," he whispered, flustered from seeing you, looking comically shy, trying to snarl down at you.

You blinked up at him curiously, tilting your head and playing dumb. "What edge? You're the cutest, most softest, sweetest and smarted guy I know!" You pinched his cheek, before humming and skipping past him, towards the steps towards the entrance of the main building.

He paused, before pouting and quickly following after you.

"You know other guys?" He grumbled.

© 𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | do not copy, translate, republish or feed my work into ai.

[feelthemadnessinside]

Sukuna in love is dangerous (even more than usual💀) because it makes him unpredictable- either he cages and chains you by his side and puts the world at your feet, or he straight up kills you to eliminate a vulnerability

[levitonin]

Gojo x y/n

[silentlunarkiss]

has anyone made a fic or blurb about this fanart ??? and if not can someone pls do ?!???

[eth5real1]

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. satoru likes to get choked by you

“harder.”

your hand rests loosely around the base of satoru’s throat, more unintentional than intention, but the second the word leaves his mouth you stop.

you freeze for half a second, hips stopping where they are straddling him, but he doesn’t let you pull away. his much larger hand covers yours, pressing your fingers tighter against the sides of his neck and encouraging you to increase the pressure.

his snowy hair is a wild mess on the pillow. color burns high in his cheeks, and his bright blue eyes turn glassy as he stares up at you. his chest rises and falls quickly as you apply slow pressure, feeling his pulse race beneath your palm.

“fuck… yeah, just like that.”

his hips push upward, driving deeper inside you and stretching you open with each thrust. a broken moan slips from his lips when you add more pressure.

“use me,” he breathes. “use my throat, baby. choke me while you ride me.”

you lean forward, bracing more of your weight on the hand around his throat, and his eyes flutter. another gorgeous broken moan spills out as you squeeze harder. his hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your skin as he helps you move faster, deeper.

“shit— that’s it. fuck, you look so pretty choking me out. don’t stop. ruin me. i want bruises tomorrow.”

every roll of your hips makes him groan louder, the sounds getting breathier the tighter you hold. his throat bobs under your palm with every swallowed gasp. you have never seen him like this, so eager to be used, and it makes you dizzy.

“harder, baby. make me yours,” he pants. he presses your hand tighter against his neck. “i’m so fucking close—use me. choke me while i come.”

[virusmeadow]

“I want to be ripped apart by music. I want it to be something that feeds and replenishes, or that totally sucks the life out of you. I want to be dashed against the rocks.”

— Jeff Buckley

[sorrrowfull]

[silverrdagger]

whatever 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[everynart]

[indiewritesxoxo]

when sukuna goes low, toxic!reader goes lower!

locking him out | pudding cup problems | jealous kuna!

Everyone said your breakup was inevitable.

You never believed them.

Even if it was you who stubbornly ended things after a nasty argument over something stupid, who was supposed to take out the trash turning into the complete and utter decimation of your relationship as you took turns rattling off every single aspect wrong with your relationship.

How much you hated how Sukuna only told you he loved you when he was between your thighs. How much he hated the way you snapped at the tiniest things.

But it was the moment he called you annoying for picking a fight that you pushed him out your front door and told him to never come back if he actually thought that.

"I didn't mean-" He called out, pounding on the door as you scoffed, rubbing underneath your eyes before any tears could actually fall.

"You fucking said it."

"Don't be like this," Sukuna snapped, the door frame rattling underneath the force of his fist.

"Just go," you scoffed. "You don't have a girlfriend to annoy you anymore here."

It wasn’t like you hadn’t fought like that before.

But you were mad enough to block every number he tried to text you from and change your locks for the twentieth time instead of begrudgingly letting him back into your home and your heart.

You could forgive him for letting other girls flirt with him, or forgetting to text you back. You couldn't forgive him for wounding your ego.

A reasonable girl probably would'e nursed her broken heart by sleeping with one of his friends.

You, on the other hand, fucked his landlord instead.

Sure, it took a little bit of research, but he was hot, at least. And went to the same bar every Friday night for you to find him at. All you had to do was slip into the seat next to him and he was taking you home half an hour later.

To the floor right above your ex-boyfriend's apartment.

His car was in the parking lot. His lights were on from outside.

So he was certainly home to hear you moaning like a cheap porn star, gasping out and groaning as the headboard smacked into the wall with each mean snap of his hips against your skin.

Did he realize it was you?

"Um, what's your name again?" You pretended not to know, tilting your head to the side as your hookup's scarred mouth curled up in a smirk.

"Toji," he grinned, grabbing your thigh and pinning it against your chest as he grinded the fat tip of his cock nice and deep. "What's yours?"

You slyly smiled back at him, whispering it softly knowing he'd be more than happy to repeat it.

So Sukuna would have to know who was moving on first.

What did it matter if you couldn't cum without closing your eyes and picturing him on top of you instead? Or if you just felt hollow by the time he pulled out and pumped his cum all over your stomach, lazily walking over to clean you up with the t-shirt he'd been wearing?

You sorta thought he'd come stomping upstairs and banging on the door to demand you came back out.

But you only woke up to a stranger with dark hair snoring on you, his head slumped on your breast as one of his calloused palms squeezed your ass.

You were going to just sneak out.

It was just, he woke up to you getting dressed, and you somehow ended up walking down the stairs with him to go get breakfast in last night's mini dress, your makeup smeared around your eyes and your purse slung across the shoulders as he led you down the concrete stairs.

And straight into Sukuna.

Who, uh, must've missed last night's show judging by the stunned surprise written all over his face, nearly dropping the coffee in his hand as he froze in place.

But then Toji was tugging you against him, pulling you down the rest of the way and pushing open the door to the bottom floor with a scoff. "Don't know what the fuck his deal was."

"We, um, actually used to date," you murmured, softening your voice and looking up at him with your most innocent eyes. "It was kind of a bad breakup."

"Want me to raise his rent?"

a/n: do y'all want one more of him winning her back?

dedicated to my beloved @yenayaps

div by @/mieluno

[indiewritesxoxo]

sneaking around with best friend!geto is all fun and games until pretty girls start feeling up his biceps at the bar :(

“someone jealous?” gojo snickered in your ear, slinking up by your side as he waved the bartender over to order another obnoxiously fruity and brightly-colored beverage while you nursed your own suddenly bitter drink.

“yeah, you,” you sarcastically muttered, refusing to feed into his (correct) suspicions that you were sleeping with your mutual friend. the year you’d spent between geto’s sheets didn’t make you his girlfriend though.

not that you ever asked to be either.

“come on,” he goaded, his hip bumping into yours as he cocked his head towards where geto was currently getting groped by a manicured hand. “i know you want to pry him away.”

“so you can grab him next?” you teased, trying to deflect as you twisted around just for his hand to cage you in between his broad frame and the bar top. his pretty blue eyes were fuzzy though, pupils blown wide as you realized that maybe what he’d been sipping on tonight weren’t mocktails after all.

“nah,” he grinned, white teeth glinting as he leaned in lower. “think i’d rather grab you.”

“how much have you had to drink?” you exhaled, eyes drifting down to his glossy lips, lingering there a little longer than they should.

“enough to want a taste of you,” he shamelessly smirked at his attempt to be seductive, his palm sliding up your side as if it always had a place there.

you’d never taken any of his flirting seriously.

but maybe you should’ve.

considering whether or not imploding your situationship over sleeping with your other friend as gojo’s fingertips gracefully slipped down to disappear underneath your dress.

“you’re touching something of mine,” a honeyed voice interrupted with a drawn-out huff, but gojo didn’t pull away.

and a new idea blossomed, your mouth curling up as you glanced between the two men too busy glaring at each other to notice the sparkle in your stare.

what better way to punish your man by showing him just how swiftly a certain someone else would swoop in to steal you?

“boys,” you hummed, clicking your tongue. “don’t you know how nice Paris is right now?”

[dickerystuf-art]

Kitty bites Sukuna😼

[foryuiwill]

Your stoic, methodical Nanami never cries ༯

You knew that already. You memorized his tells.

You knew when work was stressing him, he would simply pinch the bridge of his nose, tuck his chin near his chest, adjust his glasses, and straighten the tie that didn’t need fixing. And whenever the world was weighing on him, he would bury his pain into a ferocious bite in a delicious pastry at his favorite bakery.

But nope, you never saw a tear. He simply never cries, you believed.

That is until the heavy doors of the venue swung open.

As you stepped into the view, you could hear the entire room catch their breath in awe. There were friends, family, coworkers, and you could even hear the proud hums from them, as well as the gasping. But once your eyes averted from the flowers in your hands to meet Nanami’s eyes, you realized no one had seemed to lose it completely like Nanami.

Instead of merely adjusting his glasses, his trembling hands removed them, pressing his hands to his beet-reddened face. The tears that you swore were dry pellets in his system that didn’t budge, were wet streams down his cheeks and unstoppable.

Oh boy, and as you drew closer, he covered his mouth, desperately muffling the sob that wanted to praise you; that wanted to worship how beautifully the dress accentuated every curve in your body; that wanted to tell you how your curls complimented your face, and just how lucky he was.

But just like the very best best man should, Yu had completed the words Nanami couldn’t.

“I told you she was going to break you man,” he exclaimed, handing Nanami the handkerchief from his suit pocket into his shaky hands. “Look at her! You’re the luckiest guy alive.” He cheered, rubbing his back and gazing at you.

When your feet brought you to the altar, stopping right in front of him, your heart thumped at how completely undone he looked. His eyes, still welled with tears, were almost puffy. His hair that were slicked sharply when you first entered, had a couple strands that fell to his forehead.

He pulled his glasses to his face, lenses fogging up immediately from the heat. He swallowed hard and took your hands in his. Gentle, as always. The trembling had faded under your touch.

“Kento,” you whispered, smile at your lips.

He looked into your eyes at the sweet call of his name from your voice, breath shaky once he stared into yours.

“I am indeed, the luckiest man in the world.”

a/n: thought of this when thinking about the idea of my bf not crying at the sight of me at our wedding like boy i will turn around and keep walking out until you do.

taglist: @tengensbigtiddies @nanamisleftbuttcrack

[omgitzmami]

Daddy's Home...?

Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake x OnlyFans!Reader Summary- You are one of the top creators on OnlyFans, and of course, you have special requests from your biggest fans. Men who will pay top dollar to fuck you- why not? Your top two clients, Gojo and Kakashi, are accidentally booked on the same day…and the same time. Was this a total disaster or a blessing in disguise? (Happy second Tumblr anniversary @madamechrissy, so grateful to be a part of this event!)

18+ Minors will be BLOCKED

Your day started as normally as it could be for a woman like you, checking your dm’s and requests. One of your favorites, going by the username @ satorunotgojo, is such a cutie but very, very clingy. Always first to comment on your videos, sends the most money, and requests you say his name during livestreams as you cum. He’ll send you videos of him masturbating; his huge cock distracts you from his pathetic whimpers and cries in the background of the video.

Then you have your second-favorite client, going by the username @ only1eye. Such an odd name for a man with a huge cock. He’s the one you kind of look forward to seeing in a private chat. He mainly pays for private live streams, videos, photos, and anything with you and him alone; he’ll pay big bucks for it. He even sent you a custom dildo the size of his cock, and you were in awe when you revealed it in your unboxing video for him…then you cummed on it like eight times, but that’s a story for another time. Recently, you’ve listed a new premium option on your website for your VIP clients. 

☆ One-on-One Sessions: Price Varies…

Of course, when you posted that link, thousands of men signed up, and it almost made your website crash. You were confirming so many hookups that you didn’t notice you had double-booked your two favorite clients for the same day…at the same time. 

Satoru Gojo is a very attractive man, with absolutely no game at all. He’ll come up to you at a bar or club, and at first, you’re smitten by his appearance, but once he opens his mouth, it kinda gives, like when SpongeBob thought he was ugly in that one episode. The man’s pick-up game was awful. He was a little bit too direct.

He liked to have people believe he was this big shot red pill guy, but the entire time, he was so perverted and lonely. So when Satoru discovered your page, it was like finding a pot of gold. Finally, a woman whom he thought he could actually have. He was attached way too quickly and became parasocial. He literally set up autopay on OnlyFans and your private website so he can keep in contact with you. Not to mention, he masturbates to you when he wakes up, mid-day, and right before he goes to sleep.

In his mind, he tries to think you only have eyes for him by the way you send him sweet messages, pictures of clothes he requested, using toys he wanted, and always shouting him out on your videos. Deep down, he knows you’re just doing what you have to do for that bag, but he really thinks he’s your man sometimes. When you text him, you send him the same copy-and-paste you do to everyone else…and he eats it up.

“Hey, Baby, I miss you…can’t wait to see you in my next livestream! Xoxo”

Kakashi Hatake is a semi-closeted freak. He’ll hang out with his friends and give some vanilla sex advice, but when he fucks? He wants complete control over who he’s fucking. He loves being dominant; every woman he’s fucked has always called him, begging for more. One day, he accidentally discovered your page and, just like Satoru, was hooked instantly. He sends so much money that all the other men get a little nervous and wonder who the hell this guy is. Kakashi sends you lavish gifts as well. 

You love the attention a little more from him than from Satoru, though. It’s like Kakashi knows how to make you fold instantly. Whenever you tell him no, or you don’t think you can do something, he always sends photos of the gifts and money he has for you, and of course you fold all the time because who wouldn’t want a new Chanel bag because you squirted for a man??? 

One day, you’re getting ready for your scheduled meet-up with Kakashi. He normally wants to meet up every two weeks, but he texted you a few days after his last meet-up, asking to meet again for another session, and he was willing to pay more. You smirk; he just can't get enough of you. When you booked him, you didn’t realize there was a glitch on the website, and you had already booked Satoru for the same day… and the same time. 

Satoru was following the directions given in the email. Once he arrived at your apartment, he was geeked as hell. Finally able to fuck the woman of his dreams. Once he got to the elevator, another man showed up. White hair, shorter than him, they both got in, and Kakashi, who was closer to the keypad, asked Satoru what floor: “Third floor, please.” Satoru told him. Kakashi let out a small chuckle. “What a coincidence—looks like we're going to the same floor.” Satoru, not thinking anything of it, scratched the back of his head, laughing softly. Even as they got off and walked in the same direction—

It was just a coincidence, right?

Kakashi was a little confused as to why his doppelgänger was following him. Maybe he was going to the apartment next to yours; maybe he’s Kakashi’s long-lost brother who got stuck in a different universe. Kakashi didn’t expect anything from him. 

What he absolutely did NOT expect was to not only arrive at the same apartment as Satoru–but also to share you with him. Satoru, on the other hand, was really confused and somewhat upset he didn't get you to himself—but he was also turned on at the thought of watching you get fucked by another man as he watched in person this time. 

When they both stopped at the same door, neither man said a word, but they side-eyed the hell out of each other. Satoru slowly brought his hand up and knocked on your door. You rushed to open it, and when you did–your jaw dropped. “Uhhh” was all you could manage as both men stared at you, just as confused. Kakashi sighed, hanging his head in shame. Maybe he was being too lustful, asking for another meet-up while his Temu brother was scheduled to meet with you. 

Satoru, on the other hand, was not so composed; with no self-awareness at all, he walked into your apartment. “So I'm guessing you didn't double-check when you talked with me—make sure I got you to myself,” he said, looking around. 

Meanwhile, you’re apologizing over and over to both men as you scroll on your laptop to see that you did double-book them. “I am so sorry, guys, I-I honestly…don’t even know what to do now, I mean I would have no choice but to reschedule you both–” Your brain stops for a second…you don’t think with that instead; you’re listening to the brain that’s throbbing down there.

“Why not fuck them both???” 

You shake your head at the thought. You’ve never had a threesome before, and you weren’t going to now! 

 “Why don’t you just fuck both of us?” Kakashi said so nonchalantly. Satoru’s eyes widened upon hearing this, ears red. Clearly you wouldn’t have agreed, right???

Two minutes later

Well, so much for your dignity, because you’re bent over your bed, holding onto your sheets for dear life as Kakashi is taking you from behind, his thrust set at a brutal pace as he fucks you, his meaty cock just terrorizing your poor walls. To your surprise, Satoru wasn’t upset. Instead, he was sitting in a chair—jerking off to you being fucked. It was discussed a while ago in one of your chats with him that he’d wanted to be in a cuck chair watching you, but you just thought he was joking…he was not joking. 

Kakashi couldn’t help but smirk as he heard you moan. From the corner of his eye, he could see Satoru jerking off, and it looked like he was close already. “What a wimp,” he thought. His hands now tangled in your hair, pulling you up to his chest as his pace sped up, the way the tip of his cock kept pressing at your spot, you were seeing stars. You couldn’t even close your mouth; you were so fucking close to cumming. Small little whimpers and squeaks came from you. Kakashi eased you back onto the sheets, “Let my Temu twin see you fall apart, pretty girl…” Your eyes sprang open, and you couldn’t help but giggle mid moan. 

Satoru’s eye twitched—Temu twin??! How dare this man who looks like he’s old enough to be his father say that? He marched right on over and shoved his cock in your mouth mid laugh. “Shut up! It’s not that fucking funny!” He said, holding the back of your head as your nose touched his pelvis. You gagged, spit forming as his cock reached the back of your throat. You were now holding onto his thighs for support while being pounded from behind. That made it worse; every thrust made you take Satoru’s cock even deeper. He was so geeked when he felt his cock peeking down your throat.

He smiled so sadistically, “Is that so funny? Being fucked like a whore by two men due to a lousy mistake, is that funny?” He said, pulling out until the tip, thrusting back in after letting you catch your breath for a second. You're completely helpless. Gojo’s angrily fucking your throat while Kakashi is menacingly fucking your pussy as he owns you. 

Kakashi was having a time; he was enjoying whatever the hell was going on, watching you gag and choke on his Temu twin’s cock while he stuffs your pussy, your aching hole just like a waterfall, the way his cock glistens when he thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as you tighten around him. Hearing your skin slap against his, some of your release from however many orgasms you’ve had by now.

You could hardly focus…being used by both of your top clients at the same fucking time was so euphoric for you. You never gave it any thought, but they really do look alike. You closed your eyes as you felt another wave of an orgasm coming until, like machines—Satoru and Kakashi just stopped. They both pulled out of you, making you gasp. They looked at each other, and it was like they had the same brain and knew exactly what the other was thinking.

You curse yourself because why—just why would these men think it’d be a great idea for Satoru to get under you and Kakashi is still behind you—they both shove their big cocks in your pussy at the same time, causing you to yelp out in pain at first, but Satoru was rubbing your clit to stimulate you and to ease your pain.

 Imagine two big ass bullet trains trying to fit into one tunnel…yeah that’s you. “It’s not going to fit—” you cry out as Kakashi’s hand lands on your ass. “Don’t be ridiculous now; we’ve seen you shove lots of things up there. Don't act brand new now, you slut.” He began to thrust; both you and Satoru moaned as Kakashi was also rubbing against his cock. Kakashi was relentless, not giving a fuck about anything anymore. His pace was relentless, his angry red tip punching your cervix at this point. 

Satoru tried to be nice, like his cock wasn’t also shoved inside you; he kissed your collarbone, telling you to relax. He then rubbed your clit, pressing down on it slightly to hear you cry out. Both men toying with you, both men stretching you out, and both men you were definitely keeping as your top clients. 

Satoru’s hands flew to your hips, gripping them with such force, his face so red he looked like a tomato. “C-Can you slow down, man? At this rate—ah!” He groaned and felt himself getting closer. Kakashi was still going crazy, but he too was close. Within seconds, both men let out low groans, and your walls were painted extra with their cum. 

Kakashi was now hunched over you, breathing heavily. Satoru was out of it, and you were thinking only one thing—

“Same time next week?”

Thank you for reading!

[bbfawns]

HELLL YEAAAAAAHHH