making nanamii a father... for real
𓏲︀𓂃 ֶָ֢ pt.2 of this tomodachi life fic
when he said "talk to me when you're ready to have a real family," you thought he was joking.
as luck would have it, he was dead serious— dead serious about giving you the silent treatment and making you a mother.
"finally" is the first thing you've heard him say in nearly twelve hours. if it weren't for you putting the switch down (albeit begrudgingly), you would've forgotten about his vow of silence completely.
"now," he starts, far too serious for a man mad at a few pixels, "are you ready to have a real family?"
"sure, dork," you say, giggling in a way that says 'i have no idea what i'm getting myself into.'
"are you absolutely, completely irrevocably sure? this is you we're talking about."
frighteningly oblivious, you still think he's pulling your leg. you nod along without question. "yes, kento," you sigh. "can we get on with this?"
something in the air around him shifts, something so imperceptible, only you could notice. oh, you definitely shouldn't have said that.
with an intensity that you've never seen, he drags you to the bedroom and shuts the door, sealing your fate.
you really did think he was joking, but the way you're stuffed to the brim with dick, ready to be bred, you're wholly wrong.
"'m—fuck!— sorry!" brain hazy, you babble apologies endlessly. there's no telling if he's actually listening to (or cares) about them; he's too busy thrusting impossibly deep, fucking like he wants twins.
if it weren't for your current mental state, embarrassment would be charging through you. exposed is an understatement for your soul-bearing position. you're completely entwined, bodies moving in effortless synchronicity.
the worst part is how he's fucking you: firm and deep, hips snapping, yet not rough or unnecessarily fast. though he's trying to control himself, you can't help but feel how desperately he wants to fill you with his seed.
"need me to fill you up, don't you?"
you moan whorishly at his words. "yes, ken, yesyesyes!"
no man but nanami can fuck you like this, break you into fine pieces with his body alone, then put you back together again with affection worthy of endless praise.
"open up for me," he murmurs, strained voice bouncing around in your empty head. he says it innocently as can be, at least, as innocently as he can while buried inside of you.
you oblige quickly, but not quick enough for nanami.
a strong hand hoists your legs up, hips aching slightly from the new angle. maneuvered into a mating press, you're caged by nothing but sweaty, entangled limbs.
the new angle has him massaging your sweet spots on every down stroke. your poor ass jiggles from the force of his precise thrusts. he feels how you clench around him so tightly, wondering if you'll do the same while carrying his child.
your blissed out look has his balls tightening and his mind racing. just as your head rolls for the nth time, his hand grips your jaw to face him.
"which is better? me, or the game?"
the question comes from left field. delirious, your face crinkles into confusion. he picks up on it easily, leaning down to whisper directly into your ear.
"which is better, baby? our kids, or the fake ones?" his voice is even, but you can still hear the uptick in his voice at the mention of the reason you're folded up in the first place.
"o-ours," you mumble.
"perfect answer, gorgeous." he places a tender kiss on your forehead, cradling it in his warm hands.
you don't notice the humour of the situation, too hungry to care about anything but cumming or being cummed in. fortunately for you, nanami is still committed to finishing both of you off.
for every nudge of his head against your deepest corners, you're an inch closer to that sweet release. he could cum anytime now, yet he holds himself back, and for good reason— giving you the first taste of heaven will assure that his seed takes.
thankfully, he won't need to hold back much longer.
"kento," you mewl, "it's close!"
"what's close, baby?"
you mewl again, fumbling around the question. "i need to cum, ken!"
nanami's thrusts suddenly turn unbearable. he takes on a new angle, hips shifted just right.
god, it's so overstimulating, has you gripping his arms for dear life. he pushes you right to that edge, nearly makes you finish early. his head throws back at the vice of your cunt, pussy squeezing so hard in hopes of not disobeying your lover.
on the edge of his own orgasm, he pauses for the first time in what feels like hours. fully seated inside, he grants you that sweet, sweet, permission.
"cum for me, mama."
and you do, so fucking hard.
your body reacts before you can. eyes fully rolled back, legs locked and walls clamped, you cum harder than ever. pleasure has taken hold of you and there's no stopping it. a small "i'm cumming" is caught in your throat on a silent scream.
"theeere, you go. just cum for me." he lowers his forehead to yours in unbearable ecstasy. his eyes gulp down every twitch of your face with need. the exact start, peak, and drawn out end of your earth shattering orgasm is tattooed to the back of his eyelids.
the sight sends him over the edge. he finishes with a painful groan against your quivering lips. overstimulated, he can't bear the pleasure of his orgasm, either. he nearly collapses on top of you.
the mattress rocks under the force of him, his jerking hips shaking it. he stays buried deep, afraid that if he pulls out too far, precious seed will spill; an insult to your shared hard work.
both of you take a long moment to fully come down from your highs. nanami doesn't get off of you immediately despite being covered in sweat from golden crown to toe.
you stay slotted together for a while—legs spread lazily, slick and filled to the brim with cum.
"see," he whispers against your skin, "our kids are better than that lurid game's."
"we don't have any kids, dummy," you argue with the last of your strength. he huffs a laugh, warm air tickling your skin.
You have two nerdy boyfriends who just so happen to be freaks - Satoru Gojo and Choso Kamo - and they love to be buried inside you every single day. Lately, you've been so thrown into your studies for the finals that you've been ignoring them :( That just won't work, so they have to make sure they get your mind back on them, right where it belongs - and keep you so full of cum you don't forget to give them their attention!
pairings - Gojo x reader x Choso
warnings - college au, mmf threesome, dp, dual creampies, edging, overstim, lots of praise - good girl, pretty girl, smart girl, oral (m and f receiving) p in v and anal, cum swapping, Choso and Gojo kissing hehe (you taste so good they have to share you!) basically them being cute, needy lil nerd bfs.
art by @ruji on x and @/dewbiscuits (tumblr and x)
This was a commission for nerdy reader/ nerdtoru and nerdchoso hehehe <3 sequel here! 4k wc!
Gojo and Choso are always there to help you study.
Gojo? The sciences. Choso? The arts.
Gojo – physics. Choso – history.
Two boyfriends who just so happened to be perfect straight A students definitely didn't hurt. Yet, even with them, you tended to get just a little bit stressed out when finals came.
It is your senior year of college, so much rides on it. Where your boyfriends are from top families, you weren't, so there was a lot riding on you. Although always reassuring– you love that by the way – a part of you is so scared to fail. So you really throw yourself in it, exhausted and thriving off red bull and not much else.
Well, Choso and Satoru are needy, and you constantly ignoring them just won't do! They're here for you after all, both pouting with their arms crossed, waiting in your dorm for you to get back.
“Not one head pat,” Choso says with a sigh. Pushing up his glasses and toying with his hair, shoved up in a messy half bun. “Not one, Satoru.”
“Tch, not one chance to even eat her,” Choso frowns in agreement. “How long are we supposed to just let this happen, hmm!?”
Gojo sighs again, louder this time, running a hand through his silvery locks of hair. “We need to distract her, get her mind off it.”
Choso grins. “Yes, we do. But how? She’s such… such a…”
“Shh!” Choso puts a hand to his mouth. “Don’t say that, she’s an angel!”
“Mmm, she doesn’t take dick like an angel,” Choso turns bright red, Satoru and him are sort of lounging in your room when you walk in.
Eyes, exhausted – dark circles behind those glasses you take off, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Baby!”
“Angel!”
“I’m sorry you two,” you walk over and kiss Gojo softly, then brush Choso’s hair back, kissing his lips. “I’m a bad girlfriend, I have no time for a date.”
“What!?” They both are pouting all cute, and your heart hurts.
“I know,” you slip your hands across their faces. “I can suck you both off but then I have to study.”
“What now, you think we will let that happen?” Choso asks, you giggle just a bit at his narrowed eyes. “What sort of boyfriends do you take us for? Think we would ever let you not cum?”
“But I know you all haven’t cum in a few days from me.”
“You think we don’t jerk off to you!?” Satoru demands, icy blue eyes narrowing at you, his big hand gripping a thigh. “You insult us, and ignore us? For what? I can just do the work for you.”
“So can I!”
“No, no, you all can’t,” your boyfriends are not very happy.
You have to ace this final and if that means no dick for the night you can do it, right? Even as they try to tempt you, Satoru’s rubbing your shoulders, Choso is kissing on your neck. You keep feeling just the tiniest bit terrible that you have to focus so hard when tonight you all were supposed to go to the movies.
Satoru and Choso leave for a little bit and come back with food for you, they always make sure you have something to eat. Choso is feeding you fries while Satoru sips your milkshake, hands on your thighs, making you far too comfy.
“You two are the best,” you murmur, kissing Gojo's sweet lips, then Choso's cheek. “Don't think this means I'm done studying.”
“You need a break,” Choso's handing you your drink, letting you sip it as he holds it.
“In an hour maybe.”
“It's late, what sleep will you get? This one is –”
“Don't answer for me!” You stop him before he answers the physics question like he always does. “I have to do it myself!”
“You do not, you're so pretty you shouldn't have to work so hard.” You laugh softly.
“You two will have to go if you can't behave.”
They act right for a little longer, you're yawning and feel your eyes just a little heavy and lidded. Humming a bit and dozing as the words start to jumble in your text books. Satoru's kissing the back of your neck, making you moan softly, eyes fluttering shut, pleasure rushing across you.
“Mmm that feels good,” Satoru smirks behind your neck, his glasses brushing against your skin, hands slipping down your waist underneath your sweater.
“Does it sweetheart?” He gestures to Choso, who quickly drops something under your desk.
“Oh, just need to get this,” he leans down, lips brushing your inner knee, making you gasp out. “Hi pretty.”
“Are you talking to my pussy?” He just grins, spreading them wide, eyeing your panties and moaning, his cock already throbbing.
“She misses me,” you giggle a bit, leaning back against Gojo, Choso’s fingers slipping up your thighs. Satoru pulls your skirt up high, bunching it around your hips.
“You deserve some relaxation pretty girl, you did so good today.” Satoru knows his praise always ruins you, his innocent smile doesn't fool you one bit either.
He acted real innocent the first time you all fucked, he was a virgin after all, but it became clear quickly how depraved he was. Spitting in your mouth, overstimulating you to the point of pain, going round after round until you were dripping his cum all over. He was your boyfriend before Choso joined you both – and he has made Choso nearly as filthy as him, you swear.
But Choso even mid thrust and whole choking you still pulled off this innocent little air, Satoru was a little too depraved at times. When he licks Choso’s cum from your hole and spits it back in Choso's mouth? You both know he's insane.
“Relaxing, you? How?” Satoru pouts, Choso chuckles, his breath higher, earning your cunt sticking to your panties.
“Mean little girl, tsk,” Satoru tugs at your hair at the nape of your neck, making your head fall back, his glasses fogging with your breaths so hot. “I can be easy, haven't I been?”
“Never,” he smirks, you feel a wet, hot tongue lapping your panties, a tongue ring clicking on the fabric, making you gasp, looking down at your other boyfriend, buried between your thighs. “Cho!”
“Mnh, sorry angel I can't help it, you taste s’good,” Your head falls back, thighs trembling on either side of his head, moaning when he laps at the sticky mess again. “You're soaked.”
“I need to study more,” Satoru slips two big hands underneath your shirt, gripping your tits and earning your soft cry.
“Let's study still, every right answer and we'll make your pretty pussy cum,” he chuckles in your ear, that deep sound reverberating in your ears. “Energy, like your succubus energy–”
“Toru!”
“Can it be destroyed?” He toys with your nipples, plucking them between long fingers, eliciting a soft little moan. “Asked you a question, sweetheart.”
“Mnh, n-no it can't,” Choso's tongue licks right between puffy lips, pressing the thin material up into it. “Ah!”
“Good girl,” Satoru murmurs, bending over to lift your thigh, propping your foot high on the desk. “Can it be created?”
“Just um… conserved,” your lashes flutter shut, his lips kissing up your neck, Choso spits right on your clothed cunt, torturing you not moving it to the side. “Please…”
“Thought you didn't want us to fuck you yet?” Satoru is evil really, tongue flicking the shell of your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe, moans making you tremble along with Choso's mean flicks.
“I wish you wanted us too, got me leaking so much pre baby,” Choso makes you gasp at that, god when he talks like that you're always done for. “I have so much I could pump inside of you.”
“Evil men disguised as nerds,” your hips buck towards his face, hands tugging at his pigtails. “Cho please.”
“Please what?” Amethyst eyes are dilated – just a thin ring of color surrounding those pupils. Your breasts rise and fall, Satoru slips your shirt over your head, letting them spill free, slipping the collar right behind your neck so your shoulders are pressed back.
Choso almost cums just touching his cock, finally pulling your panties to the side, exposing your pretty cunt to his face. He moans softly, dying to watch your cunt stretch, seeing the strings of slick hanging and dissolving as he shoves them firmly aside, fingertips brushing against your slit.
“You want to study, remember? Need to focus, Choso don't lick her just yet.”
“Toru!”
“True, she needs to,” Choso licks your inner thigh, drinking the slick there and moaning, ignoring your needy little tugs. “What a shame, she looks like she wants to be licked.”
“You two, I swear,” You're throbbing around nothing, dying for more of those glossy lips on you. “Changed my mind.”
“Not yet, a little more studying right?” Satoru draws out his words, despite the fact that he's leaking against his boxers, pulsing spurts looking at your pretty face, your brows drawing together, teeth catching your lower lip.
“Toru… mnh…” he nips your neck, sharp teeth breaking delicate skin, humming softly, fingers trailing down the sides of your tits, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.
“Need you to answer another question, to pass that test yeah?” You would glare at your bratty boyfriend, but his teeth are sinking into your neck as Choso's are in your thigh.
You nod quickly, swallowing, Choso flicks his tongue low, where the drips are pooling on your ass, licking from that hole to your other, drinking it all up. Your cunt clenches, clit just twitching, jumping for Choso's view, he smirks up at you, lips coated in your slick, exposing your clit to the air without giving her what she wants.
“Question, j-just ask it fuck,” you're looking all needy, all pretty spread for the two of them.
“What’s the formula for gravitational potential energy?”
Your mind goes blank. Formula? You can barely remember your own name right now. You shake your head, tears of frustration and pleasure welling in your eyes, Choso’s licking all around your cunt but not where you need.
“Come on, baby. You can do it,” Satoru urges, his hand stroking your hair. “It’s simple. Mass times… what?”
Choso takes pity on you, or maybe he’s just impatient to taste you fully, smiling just a bit before he leans down and sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking it quickly with his tongue, before pulling back with his lips quirked up. You gasp in pleasure, when Satoru pinches your nipple hard.
“Mass times gravity times h-height, f-fuck…”
Satoru smiled against your neck. “Perfect, you got an A plus, baby.”
That’s how you end up in a full nelson, with Satoru fucking his thick cock into you, feet propped right up in his well muscled thighs, he’s leaned on your bed while Choso is lavishing your clit. You’re whining out when Satoru pins you down, his cock just pulsing inside, pressed all the way to that puffy cervix, bruised from just a few mean strokes.
Choso leans up from your clit, mouth full of you, Satoru eagerly drinks the juices right off Choso’s lips, moaning when he spits it in his eager mouth. You’re left trembling, eagerly kissing Choso after Satoru pulls back, his hands on the back of your thighs, lifting you high while Choso’s fingers toy your clit.
“Perfect, fuck you’re so perfect angel,” Choso murmurs. “Taking his cock so good, aren’t you?”
“Mhm!” You’re nodding eagerly, so close it hurts, watching Choso strip in front of you and unable to touch him with how Satoru’s got you pinned against his chest. “Close, close!”
“Patience sweetheart,” Satoru kisses you messy, the lingering taste of cherry chapstick mixing with your own juices, saliva just dripping from your lips, when suddenly you’re just lifted up. “Hey!”
“My turn,” Choso pulls you off Satoru’s cock, putting you on your back and spreading your thighs. Satoru stands, your head is falling off the bed, perfect position to suck him, just how they like – to watch your throat and your tummy bulge with both of them. “God, look at how pretty you are.”
You flush from his sweet words, feeling Satoru caress your hair as he stands right behind you, Choso on his knees, fingers slipping against your hips. Satoru’s lining up his cock – already covered in you – right with your lips, gently pulling your head further back, hair hanging off the side of the mattress. He’s long and thick, flushed a deep pink at the tip – weeping pearly drops.
“Open up, princess,” he commands softly, tapping the head against your lips, smearing his pre-cum on them like a gloss. “That’s it, wider.”
You obey without hesitation, parting your lips eagerly, letting him guide his cock into your mouth, the weight of him on your tongue hot and warm. You moan, feeling your walls spasming from Choso’s fingers, shoved deep for just a moment, wrapping your lips around him, sucking gently, and he whimpers in a way that just ruins you.
At the same moment, you feel Choso line himself up at your entrance. He rubs the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing your clit over and over, you would plead for him to just put it in, but your eyes are shut, throat getting fucked by your other boyfriend. You’re arching your hips, earning both of them chuckling – they may be sweet, but they also love to edge you.
“Look at that,” Choso says, seeing your throat bulging, before pressing against your tight hole. “God you’re still so tight, how?”
“Ngh!” Satoru pulls back just a bit, leaning down to spit in your open mouth, before shoving his cock back inside, right in time with Choso.
Choso pushes inside slowly, inch by thick inch, not like Satoru when he’d bottomed out in one go, no he teases you, the stretch from his girth so fucking good. It burns in the best way, a deep, satisfying ache as he fills you more and more, ever so slowly, Satoru going even deeper in that throat, until they’re bottomed out completely.
You moan around Satoru’s cock when Choso slams into your bruised cervix, the vibrations making him hiss. “Oh my… that, just like that, taking me like that.”
They fuck into you like that, slow and steady, until they deviously smile at each other, both pulling out, you go to whine at them, but Choso’s got you on all fours instead, pinning your hands behind your back. He kisses Satoru’s cock right off your lips, precum swapping, his cock gliding back in even deeper like this.
“I wanna see your pretty face,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back. “Go ahead, suck him, pretty. Lemme see.”
“Y-yes,” you kiss him once more, he presses your ass up, cock slipping back inside your greedy hole, Satoru’s lips are parted when you look at him like that, mouth open.
“Don’t even have to tell you, god you’re perfect,” his words are soft and reverent, even as his cock slaps your tongue, tip gliding against the roof of your mouth, Choso bottoming out again.
“Mnph!” You can’t make a coherent moan, not when your glasses are slipping off your nose, which is brushing soft white pubic hair, cock stretching your throat. Choso stills once he’s fully seated, his hips pressed against your ass.
“That’s it, angel, cunt is so perfect,” you’re lost between them, when Choso starts to really move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The force of his thrusts start to push you further onto Satoru’s cock, back and forth taking them, feeling four hands all over your body.
Choso, gripping and smacking your ass, your hands clenching the soft blankets, while Satoru’s cupping your face, holding it in place to fuck faster, testing how much you can take. Satoru’s hand comes down to tangle in your hair, tugging at it so hard tears prick your eyes.
“Look at me,” he orders, voice husky – you lift your eyes, meeting his intense blue gaze, seeing his little smile, eyes getting lidded. “You’re taking us both so good. Such a good girl for us.”
“You are,” Choso shifts his angle as he talks softly, and his cock dragging against that spongy spot on your walls. Sounds of skin smacking and wet squelching start to echo in your dorm, mixed with their soft breathy moans, whispering your name.
Your back arching, you take more of Satoru’s cock, relaxing that throat even as your body clamps down on Choso’s girthy cock, earning his groan, his rhythm faltering for a moment. Both of them are gripping you, gasping out, Satoru’s already pulsing so much pre, slipping against your uvula with every thrust.
Choso spits right on the little puckered hole of your ass then, slipping a thick finger deep. You’re spasming, his balls smacking your little clit over and over until you shatter.
“Our smart girl, cummin’ for us?” Satoru whispers, pulling back and lifting your chin. “Want both of us inside you, baby?”
“Please,” you’re flipped again so easily you’re dizzy, Choso laying on his back, Satoru from behind, toying with your ass more while you ride Choso, hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing.
“Pretty, so pretty,” Choso murmurs, gripping your tits, Satoru wraps an arm around your waist, fingers plunging in. “Did you study enough?”
“Too much,” you mumble, they laugh softly, the stretch in your ass making you suck in a breath, already so full of Choso. “Toru!”
“Not yet,” he murmurs, spitting on his fingers and slipping two inside, rocking them up and down, while Choso just lets you sit on it, rocking his hips up to pummel your cervix with shallow little thrusts. “That eager, baby?”
“Mhm,” Satoru kisses you, his fingers pulling out, cock pressing and stretching her out, you’re so full you’re overwhelmed, gasping out and clamping down on them both.
“Fuck…” That’s both of them, Satoru’s easing in inch by inch, that burn so fucking good and intense your eyes roll back, Choso eyes the bulge in your tummy, hand pressing on it, moaning.
“Cho, Toru… ngh!” Sweat slicks your skin as they both fuck into you, Choso mean, deep thrusts, Satoru keeps it half in, gently moving between Choso’s spread thighs, the two of them alternating speed, having you cum all over them.
“Aw, you squirted for us,” Satoru chuckles, watching your gushing mess pool on Choso’s abdomen, he swipes it off, slipping two coated fingers between your lips, watching you suck. “Good job, pretty.”
You love your boyfriends, it’s all you can think as they work their cocks in and out of both your holes, their huge hands on your waist and hips, using you. Satoru’s toying with your clit, pinching it between two fingers and sliding his cock in deep. “Ah!”
“You can take us, can’t you?” Choso asks, turning your attention to him, cupping your face and slipping his thumb in your mouth, watching your fuck swollen folds stretch around him, groaning. “You like us using you, hmm? Like our pretty little toy?”
“Y-yes,” you’re rocking on them both, back and forth, tits jiggling, they each grab onto one, both starting to go faster. “Close, close!”
“Gonna cum again for us?” Satoru’s husky words are heard through ringing ears, losing all your last fucking braincells of coherent thought, all you can do is feel. “Answer me, be good baby.”
“Mhm, g-gonna cum – ah!” You’re shattering when they both shove fully inside, the thin little wall between their cocks and them rubbing against each other, your walls spasming. “Please lemme cum, please.”
“Of course, you were so good, took us like this? You can cum as much as you want,” Choso whispers, you’re done for, their tips hitting some spots that have you seeing white, gushing all over Choso’s cock, clamping down on Satoru’s. “Oh god…”
“F-fuck, s’tight, you’re tryna milk us,” Satoru’s breath is hot against your neck, picking you up and slamming you down on both cocks now, his hips snapping on the plush of your ass, so deep it hurts, but you can’t stop. “She wants all our cum, Choso.”
“I know, she’s such a good little toy, the prettiest,” he murmurs reverently, leaning up on his elbows, kissing your slack lips, letting Satoru move while he holds both your tits with just one hand, squishing them and eliciting another orgasm when his cock thickens. “Do you want our cum? Want us both to breed your holes?”
“Mhm, mhm,” you’re nodding in a jerky little motion, the two of them keep turning you to kiss them, until the three of you are just kissing, cumming together, Satoru’s load hot in your ass, Choso’s pulsing and warm in your cunt.
So much cum.
They’re whimpering, kissing so messy, fucking all those hot ropes of cum so deep, you’re a trembling mess when they come down, kissing all over you. Satoru your shoulders, your neck, Choso your nipples, your collarbones, your aftershocks spasming and milking them for even more.
“Laws of gravity,” Satoru murmurs, you giggle breathless, leaning your head back against his chest as his fingers stroke your cheek. “Can we defy them, smart girl?”
“What do you m-mean? I’m done studying,” you tease, Satoru pulls out then, moaning.
“Nope, it’s just fallin’ out of that little hole,” he murmurs. “What about her pussy, Choso?”
“Hmm let’s see,” he lifts you up, watching the milky cum fall in ropes down his length, swirling around and pooling in a sticky web against his black happy trail. He chuckles softly, toying with it. “Nope, it’s falling out of here too.”
“Well where do you want it to go, hmm?” You manage to ask, thighs wobbling, holes empty and sore. They flip you on your back, you gasp out, watching the two of them grinning as they lean over you, smirking and spreading your shaky legs. “Oh no, what are you up to?”
“You need to keep this cum in, sweetheart, tsk,” he shoves two fingers deep in your cunt, right in Choso’s cum, and Choso’s thumb circles your rim, slipping his thumb and pushing Satoru’s cum deep back in. “Look you’re so messy, our girl took so much for us.”
“She did, she’s so perfect for us,” Choso eases his thumb out, Satoru does the same, before he’s down there and lapping Choso’s milky seed right from your hole, Choso moans at the sight, his hand entangling in Satoru’s white locks, pressing his face even closer. Satoru moans, cock pressing against the mattress, drinking the salty and sweet mix of you both.
“I c-can’t do more,” you whine out then, but Satoru’s tongue is shoving Choso’s cum right back in, Choso’s leaning over you, kissing your lips, you cling tightly to his black locks, arching desperately.
“You can take more, pretty girl, you’re so good, isn’t she Toru?” Satoru leans up, white and gossamer coating his lips, smiling up at you.
“You’re so good, we just love your cute little cunt like this,” he leans up, swapping cum on your tongue, you eagerly kiss him back, you feel Choso licking your other hole, where Satoru’s white is dripping out, you gasp out at the sensation. “We will put so much in you, so much you’ll drip it during that test.”
“Then you’ll pay us more attention,” Choso looks up at you, as Satoru pulls back, a string of saliva between you both. “Won’t you?”
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One thing you always seemed to forget was that Zayne was a doctor.
Sure, he specialised in cardiology. He had a very good job as your own personal cardiac doctor, if you did say so yourself, and nobody could doubt that he excelled at mending up a damaged heart in whatever way possible.
But that was not the thing you had forgotten. No, you had forgotten that Zayne had a medical degree. Which meant that he knew every nook and cranny of a body by heart.
Which also included your body.
This fact probably explained how he was always able to drive into you with such clinical fucking precision, making you undone in barely minutes. It was embarrassing how quickly your legs stiffened around him, how fast your pussy clenched around him, and your pleasure spiked and spiked repeatedly.
Could anybody even blame you? The man had found the perfect spot in a second where it took other men a good hour, driving his hips upwards just right. Just enough pressure to make you scratch at his back like a cat, but not too much that you would be sore. Well, not too sore.
"Zayne, baby," he'd pinned you against the bed firmly this time, breasts pressed against the mattress. You may or may not have drooled very slightly onto your pillow. "Please slow down-"
"Really?" If there were a word in the dictionary for a soft-dom, it would be his name. Part of you thought he didn't even realise how fast he was going, but the rest knew he did. The methodical thrusts that had you soaring were not just coincidences. Every slap of his hips against yours was calculated to bring you to a toe-curling gasp. "But you asked for this, darling."
You had nobody to blame but yourself for getting into this predicament. You always riled up Zayne, played with his tie when he got back, and teased him about the most mundane things, trying not-so-subtly to break his cool facade and drag him to the bedroom.
It was you who had dragged your fingers across his neck in the way you knew he liked, loosening the buttons of his work shirt and tossing his glasses gently onto the nightstand.
"Yes," you moaned, clawing at the mattress when his hands grabbed onto your hips tightly, using them as leverage. "But that was- fuck, that was four rounds ago!"
"If you truly wish me to slow down, I will," you heard his soft voice from behind you, cock twitching between your tight walls. Finally, the fucker was about to cum himself. "But your body says otherwise."
"That's not fair, by the way," you managed to choke out, back arching weakly as the orgasm hit you like a brick (similar to the explosion where caleb blew up IM SORRY IM SORRY THIS IS UNCALLED FOR). He managed to cut through the pain of the overstimulation deliciously, leaving only pleasure in its wake. "You haven't cum once."
"It's not my fault you cum too easily," he shot back calmly, watching you turn your head to the side to shoot him a sidelong glare, which you didn't really mean. He bit his lip to suppress a groan, crushing his hips tightly against yours to push his wads of semen deeper inside you. You pushed your ass against him to draw out his afterglow, hearing his pants with satisfaction.
"For the record," you pouted as he fell next to you on the bed, clicking off the lamplight with a laze that he had perfected. "I don't cum fast."
"You do, darling."
"No, you just always know where my g-spot is!" You complained, pulling the blanket over the two of you sulkily.
"Oh, so you want me to stop?"
"Okay, I never said that-"
thank @iconicisa for forcing me to write this scrumptious piece
horndog boyfriends jason todd && ck-prime (18+) ₊˚⊹
"guys, you will not believe what happened today—" clark stumbles as he rushes to toe his shoes off, probably eager to rant about the idiots he had to talk to at the comic store.
the couch's squeak gets cut off as jason freezes behind you. his cock manages a single, pathetic throb in your cunt before he grumbles, "can it wait until—i don't know—we're done here?"
you can practically see the way his face pinches, even though he's buried your face halfway into the cushions. clark's mouth opens, then closes, and opens again.
"uh...you're telling me to wait, but you started without me?" he asks, offense clear in his tone.
you flick your eyes up, gaze meeting your boyfriend's sharp, tensed jaw. yeah, you think to yourself, he was definitely about to come.
"well, get over here, genius," you say to your other boyfriend, pushing yourself up onto your forearms. jason takes it a step further and pulls you against his flushed, firm chest, effortlessly taking you with him as he sits up.
"don't waste your time," he teases, hooking your pliant legs over his knees and spreading you for your third to see how deep you're taking him.
you hold your arms out to him while shifting to chide, "don't provoke him, jay."
he presses soft lips to your shoulder, so unlike the way he'd been fucking you before the welcome interruption. "sorry."
clark steps closer, pulling off his shirt in one smooth motion. jason throbs in your pussy again at the shield burned into clark's chest, at the taunting grin on his face. "yeah, jay, stop being an instigator."
you give him an exasperated look and readjust yourself the best you can with seven inches in your pussy. with a grunt, jason's hand flashes out and drags clark to kneel at eyelevel with your joined sexes. your thighs are trembling when he settles between them without a complaint, like second nature.
"oh," clark swallows unsteadily, crystal-blue eyes transfixed on your pussy, "i guess i can pipe down for a little."
the stretch in your legs and the pleasure simmering under your skin makes your head hazy, and clark nudging his nose against your clit feels like an afterthought.
“so pretty like this.” his words are warm on your inner thigh, smarting along your tendons. jason hisses when you flutter around him, tipping his hips up in return. your sigh trembles at the nudge of his cockhead against that spot that makes your vision go blurry.
the calluses on jason's fingers trail up beneath your soft camisole, catch on your nipple, the pert bud hitching between his thumb and forefinger. your thighs twitch again, and clark settles his warm, warm hands on your skin. the heat stays even after he moves on.
“can you touch yourself for me, baby?” when clark says it, he laps at the ring of arousal pooling at jason's base, dripping down his balls. the man behind you mutters a quiet fuck into your neck, gripping your waist for dear life.
you’re still so sensitive when you press your fingers to your clit and trace small, jerky circles over it. clark watches you and jason squirm, drinking in every flex in jason’s fingers and every attempt to close your thighs.
you whine, breathy and low, and he must be having enough of it because he dips forward and laps at your fingers as they slide between your labia. you make another pitched noise, gasping in tandem with jason.
jason lets one of his hands inch down, down, down until his fingers twist in clark's curls, until he’s pulling the black haired man closer into where the two of you are joined, until—
“fuck—clark, y’re filthy,” he groans. jason doesn’t wait for his boyfriend to respond, nipping at the tender area under your ear that makes you jerk your fingers just a little faster and moan just a little louder.
clark matches your pace, tongue cleaning the slick off your skin, mouth suckling at your clit when you pull into the apex of the tight circles you’ve been drawing. jason's right; it is fucking filthy.
he can’t stop rutting his hips up into your cunt, chasing the flat of clark's tongue as he swipes it across your fingers again. you shudder when jason moans, and clark just goes straight back to mouthing all over your clit and the hilt of jason's cock.
your stomach is starting to knot up again, neck tightening, shoulder blade drawing together. jason's as wound-up as you are, too caught in the web of your fingers and clark's tongue and the way you’re clamping just right around his cockhead.
your free hand joins jason's in the nest of black curls making a home between both of your thighs; you tug, just a bit, at the base near clark's scalp.
the man makes a low, stomach-deep sound that comes out rumbling around your stretched-out slit. jason's strained fuck goes ricocheting between your ribs, pinging right into your heat.
you coil clark's hair around and pull again; he makes the same choked noise, burying himself deeper into you and jason. you aren’t even sure if he can breathe there or if the cream that’s leaking out of your cunt is all he needs to fucking sustain himself.
clark pulls back and lets his eyes hunt the movement of your fingers slipping in your own wetness and his saliva. jason reels him back in by the back of his neck, muttering dirty nothings into your ear.
and then you swear you see stars, because clark is pressing his touch to your clit too, grazing his teeth over both of your fingers. jason grinds up for the nth time, twitching in in the way he always does when his balls are touched into that spongy spot that has you whining: please, jay, clark, right there, don’t stop—
he cleans yours and jason’s mess; the gothamite’s hips thrust mindlessly when he cums, heat spilling from your spasming cunt as your digits freeze up. clark's fingers don’t, and he keeps tracing shapes that aren’t even circles anymore all over your twitching clit.
you moan, low and spent and fuck, you can’t help but try to slam your legs close again. “cee, s’too much, please, i can’t.”
he just tilts his head to the side, shallowly digging his teeth into the plush of your thigh. clark taps at the junction of jason’s softening cock and balls—he shudders against your back, whimpering.
the freckles on clark’s forehead follow the movement of his brows when they tilt up and his breath goes beady in the humidity at the peak of your sex when he begs:
“can i please, please talk about that dumb fuck at the store while you both suck it?”
𝟅ϱ sum. zayne and sylus makes out over your clit! cw : mdni, threesōmes, oral ( f! receiving), age gap, repost.
if someone were to tell you soon that you would meet the love of your life and have ballistic sex every other day, you’d be delighted. but if they were to mention that his equally hot best friend would some day join, you’d laugh it off, thinking the whole thing is a joke.
except that it’s not, and the impossible became entirely possible.
your composure withers away the more their tongues work in tandem to drive you mad. your trembling thighs are stretched to the point where a sweet heat mixes with the pleasure below, spread enough to fit two uncanny tall and buff men. the expensive lingerie you wore is unceremoniously ripped and shoved over the soft expanse of your chest while your hands cling onto the rich material for purpose, listening to their orders to not let go. the more and more they suckle on your excited pussy, the more you feel your soul might be vacuumed away along with your orgasm, as nothing in the world can lift them from their last meal— being your pussy, that is.
“ if i knew you tasted this good, maybe i would’ve begged zayne a long time ago.” sylus voice richly chuckles; he trickles his wet tongue down to give your spasming hole the feeling of his wet muscle wiggling between your warm walls, red eyes flickering between the sight of your lewd facial expressions and the teasing kitten licks zayne gives to your hardened clit. he moans softly when the taste of your syrupy arousal hits his starving tastebuds, a deep feeling of content rises in his chest after being able to indulge in the meal he was starved from for so long. “ fuck… taste even better than i expected.”
this whole thing felt like a fever dream, your older boyfriend and his equally older friend wringing you dry. it was no hidden fact that sylus was very handsome; your eyes would linger on him plenty of times whenever he’d be around zayne, but you didn’t think your attraction would be that obvious to him… or to zayne either.
“ my love, don’t be shy about the new pair of eyes we have; tell us how it feels, yeah?” zayne inquires, hazel-green eyes soaking up your reactions. every shudder or subtle twitch of your hips is noticed by the observant doctor. the pleasure is painfully euphoric— if you thought one mouth on you could be overwhelmingly delightful, you don’t know what to categorize the pleasure of two. he mumbles something to sylus, possibly a soft praise while giving your begging clit a long particular suckle, sending blinding waves of hot bliss to your fluttering hole that happily pulses around the erotic intruder inside your gummy walls. “ do you feel it? when i suck her clit like this, she spasms. not too long from now she’ll be begging us to come; it’s up to you what you decide to do from now on.”
“ w-what? don’ tease me like this, please! i wanna cuuum!”
“ since it’s our first time meeting, i have to leave a lasting impression, don’t i, doctor zayne?” the white haired man devilishly chuckles against your sickened folds, vibrating the sensitive flesh with the deep rumble from his chest. the hollow sound he produces from slurping at your empty hole makes you briefly wish that their fingers or cock were deeply snug inside of you. he pulls back from your begging cunt, with thick strings of honeyed arousal connecting his lips to your flesh, before snapping back. his pupils are dilated, as if he were a shark that had finally lured his prey into a trap. numbly, you roll your head down, immediately making risqué eye contact with the two men, silently giving them your best pleading eyes. “ our kitten can come; ‘m also curious about how much she can take.”
leave it to the shady man to make his words sound as if you were signing a contract with the devil. despite being the once shy girl who would always make bashful eye contact, the girl who once barely spoke unless spoken to first has her pleasure laying in the palm of his hands— and will soon bless him with a sight that a virgin would pay millions to see.
his mouth accompanies zayne’s back onto your clit, rolling the stiffened bud obscenely while your eyes fight over whom to keep contact with, both gazes making it feel as if you were pinned under weighted lewdness. you feel pangs of indecent energy flush your body hot, along with the pads of zayne’s two fingers grazing your leaking slit before finally dipping the extended length into your gushing walls. your mouth is far beyond open; the lack of words is replaced by your vulgar moans as your body violently lurches forward with the threat of your orgasm teetering close. “ z-zayne… sylus! ‘m gonna… cum!”
“ don’t deny us a good show, darling.” their tongue lewdly dances over your inviting clit, putting a trance on you with the way they work together so well to throw you over the edge and beyond. their wet muscles brush against each other, before sylus turns his head slightly to softly kiss the side of zayne’s tongue, and, non-shockingly, that was your end.
“ o-oh… my goooood!” your voice trails off into a raspy screech as your orgasm violently washes over you, causing your back to arch intensely while your eyes roll far into the back of your head. seconds feel like an eternity to you as the men between your legs refuses to back off until you are predictably scrambling away, begging to catch your breath— as if you can even make it that far. you come back down to earth with your back bouncing back against the soft cushion; that is when they decide to let your overstimulated body have a small cooldown.
unbeknownst to you, zayne plunges his fingers soaked with your slick into slyus’s hot, awaiting mouth, watching with profound interest how the bigger man between you both readily takes his fingers in, maintaining eye contact while happily slurping the digits into his mouth. “ looks like i’ll have my hands full tonight.”
you have a sneaking suspicion that he’s not only talking about you.
Imagine Sylus being so pussy drunk that he doesn't even process that he's overstimulating the life out of you?
You've already snapped your thighs shut around his head, one hand pushing desperately against his hair as if it will somehow detach him from your poor, throbbing clit.
Your entire body is writhing to get away from him.
But his hands are iron-clad in their grip on your skin. You're not going anywhere, even as you manage to fight through the overwhelming pleasure and twist your upper half. Grabbing at the pillows, the sheets, anything for leverage to pull yourself up the bed.
But, Sylus holds firm, mouth latched on to your slippery cunt. You're nearly begging, trying anything to somehow dislodge your beast of a lover from your cunt.
Imagine somehow being able to get yourself from your back to your hands and knees.
Trying so hard to crawl away on trembling legs but you just can't seem to make them move fast enough.
Not that Sylus is letting you get very far. Large arms encompass your lower half in a bear hug, and his face is smushing itself embarrassingly deep into your sloppy sex.
Succumbing to the fact that you're not escaping him, nor are you escaping his eager mouth. Melting into the pillows, slack jawed and watery eyed as you fully give in to the pleasure he's giving you.
Sylus isn't quite about it either, no, he's a loud eater.
He's moaning and groaning into your cunt, slobbering down your thighs, nuzzling his entire head into the warmth between them.
"I've never done it even though I've attempted to multiple times." You sigh, slumping next to him on the couch. "In the end, all I could achieve was a cramped wrist and pruny fingers."
Zayne takes off his glasses and really looks at you. "I see."
"quite the dilemma you have there." He raises a brow, but more so at your lit up expression.
"This is only to satisfy my intellectual curiosity." You see zayne's lips quirk up.
"thanks to your last experiment, I'm well acquainted with that, my love." He looks oddly proud as he says that.
"I'm treating myself as a test subject to see whether countless articles, testimonials and... Ahem visuals were accurate."
"will you be publishing your study?" He plays along.
"focus, zayne. Besides I'll pay you handsomely." You attempt a corny wink. He laughs softly.
"seeing you gush on my fingers would be sufficient compensation."
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"squirting and female ejaculation are two different phenomenon." his voice is buttery soft as his fingers glide over your slit, gathering your slick to spread it over your glistening lips.
"ngh—released from the skene's glands and urethr—ah! respectively." you manage, lifting your head to see the way his slender fingers disappear into your syrupy hole.
"Its commendable how well informed you are. however, I'd rather you lost your mind on my fingers right now, darling." with that, his digits hook up, rubbing the swollen spot inside you.
his thumb finds your clit, making your walls quiver and melt around him. Your brain is melting into a mush. He hasn't moved his fingers. He's just caressing your sweet spot intently.
a strange weight accumulates in your stomach each time he does it, making you squirm under him.
"zayne—i feel something here..." your palm comes to your lower tummy.
"good. we're making progress." he mumbles, leaning down to replace his thumb with his lips. he nips and sucks your clit, mouth opening to lick broad stripe over your pebbled nub.
his fingers stop moving. His wrist does instead. Fingers he keeps hooked tight, massaging your sweet spot with pin-point precision.
"focus on the anterior wall is key." he tells you, taking your clit back in his mouth for a deep suckle, making your thighs tremble with need. his fingers trickle up your skin, to your navel, planting kisses alongside his touches.
"a little pressure here..." The heel of his palm presses down on your lower stomach. gently at first, slowly growing. You nearly choke on a moan. "Do you feel it?"
Feel what? The way you want to pee? cum? Or both?
"oh-oh god!" your fingers find purchase in his hair as he scissors you open. you're sucking him in, spasming around him wildly.
His fingers jab your g spot. He can feel them against his palm. that alone has him pathetically leaking pre in his pants as he ruts himself against the mattress.
"this makes your g spot more accessible. Paired with the pressure on your anterior wall..." He emphasizes it with his arm moving up and down, prodding that spongy spot, making your pussy gurgle and squelch lewdly. the intensity grows. his entire arm works now, making you quake violently with every movement.
"oh shitshit-zaynee—" the heat in your stomach is growing, coiling—a little more and you'll snap so hard. the thought alone has you letting out a perverted laugh.
"zayne... I think I'm about to—" you're so perfectly fucked out right now.
"I can feel it." He murmurs, leaning down to kiss your thigh. "Relax your pelvic muscles."
"y-youre gonna get sprayed in your face—"
"perhaps I want that." he admits, mesmerized. "after all, the female ejaculate contains high amounts of glucose." whaat a fuckin perv
but that's all it takes to maul your restraint. you gush around him with a silent cry, spraying so hard that your back arches off the mattress. his fingers keep going. rightly so because something else approaches. that familiar coil in your stomach.
mother of all things good. are you cumming? you see white before you can ruminate on it further. he groans in delight, mouth latching on to your creaming pussy. it makes you squeal in overstimulation.
when he finally lifts his face, licking your cream off his fingers—you see it—face dripping wet and dazed.
zayne never refuses to assist your research after that.
Authors note: I don't really know what this is. I just woke up horny and decided to make it your problem. It's just me dreaming about being Baelor's wife🤷
Summary/Warnings: plot? never heard of it. Just SMUT 18+ with some pinches of fluff. established relationship, p in v, oral, breeding kink if you squint, truly it's just a girls wet dream and boy do I want that old man fuck me senseless in all the possible ways. Bealor really loves his wife by the way and I think he needs a daughter, so I gave him one. Not proofread, we die like true knights
Word Count: 1,3 K
You want him. You always do. When it comes to your husband you’re a little greedy minx, a whore and not a breath of a lady. Prince Baelor Targaryen is your dream man and you love everything about him.
You love his silver threaded beard, how it scrapes so deliciously the tender skin of your thighs. You love his long fingers and how they stretch you open and curl into that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars almost instantly.
You love how big he is. Not the ‘oh, he’s big” wide eyed gasp of a virgin on the wedding night. No, it’s the breath knocked out of your lungs and your insides rearranged every time he fucks you even after years of marriage.
You love being fucked fast and hard, bent over his writing desk after a long day of frustrations and petty disputes. Dress hiked up, panties down, legs spread wide, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as every thrust shoves you harder against it, the sharp slap of his heavy palm against your ass echoing through the room.
"Harder," you moan, and the groan from behind tells you he's unraveling just as much as you are.
You love how he kisses your throat afterwards, how his hands trail your back in featherlight strokes, as he pants into the crook of your neck, thanking you over and over again for letting him have you like this. He knows he doesn’t need to, he knows you would let him do anything he wanted with you.
You love the lazy lovemaking in the mornings when he doesn’t have any pressing duties that would call him away and you wake up with his cock insistently nudging your entrance.
“Schhh… my love,” he whispers and drags the head through your slick folds. Your body recognizes him even before your mind does and you are already dripping wet. “Relax, let me take care of my queen,” he rasps into your ear and slowly, patiently works himself deeper.
His warm calloused palm kneads your breasts and you can’t but arch back into him as he slowly starts to move.
You love how your absolute gentlemen of a husband, kind and soft spoken, who never forgets to pull your chair back for you to get seated, who has never let a servant help you dismount your horse, as it’s his job to keep his bellowed wife safe, who kisses your hand dozen times a day just because he loves to show everybody how much he loves you, whispers pure filth in your ear as he pounds into you, telling you how tight you feel, how perfectly you take him, what a good girl you are for him.
The rhythmic slap of skin on skin and the sticky wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of you mixed with his panting breath are like music to your ears.
You love when he returns from council meetings, tense and frustrated. He just drags a hand over his face and groans but you are already on your knees. You free his cock from his breeches, already hard and throbbing, and take him into your mouth without a word.
You love the taste of his cock on your tongue, you love to watch his handsome, precious face contort in pleasure as he bucks his hips forward, fucking into your mouth. You love the taste of him, salty, musky, all man, and when he comes, flooding your mouth, you swallow every drop, then lick him clean while he praises you in broken breaths.
The gods know you love traveling with him, but even more, you cherish greeting him upon his return from those long rides to the borders. You love the tiny creases that form around his eyes when he smiles the instant he sees you. Wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders, you whisper, "I missed you," in his ear, feeling him melt beneath your touch. You know he has missed you too and the moment the doors of your chambers fall shut your back hits the wood and he’s on his knees before you, your leg pushed up on his shoulder. He eats you out like a man starved, licking, sucking, fucking you with his tongue till your thigs tremble and your knees threaten to buckle in.
And sometimes, when he returns late at night and you're already asleep, you feel the mattress dip as he slides closer. His arms encircle you, pulling you flush against him as he breathes you in.
"Please, put it in," you whine, half-asleep. "I want to feel you."
You drift off again with his cock buried deep inside, dreaming of how he'll fuck you in the morning, how he will make up for every night you have spent apart, how many times he will make you come on his tongue and his fingers first before giving you his cock.
You love to tease him mercilessly, straddling his lap you grind your soaked pussy against his length, coating him in your arousal. "Beg for it," you whisper, nipping at his ear, and he does, your noble prince, reduced to pleas, bucks his hips helplessly, chasing your heat and begs you to let him fuck you. You sink down slowly until he's buried to the hilt and then you ride him hard, bouncing on his cock, your breasts heaving as his hands roam your body, pinching your nipples, slapping your ass until it's red and stinging. The room fills with your shared gasps, the slick sounds of your bodies joining, and when you clench around him in climax, he flips you beneath him and pounds you into the mattress, chasing his own release.
"I want you to give me a girl," he whispers as he comes deep inside you, filling you with his seed like it's still your wedding night. "A small wonder just like you, with bright eyes and a smile that crumbles me every time."
And when he speaks like this your peak hits you hundred times harder, crashing over you till you’re clamping down, spazming around him, milking every single drop of him.
You love the feeling of him leaking out of you, as he keeps fucking you through it, his eyes dark with need and desire. He stills for a moment, but the sight of you spread out before him like this with his cum gushing down your thighs, head thrown back, jaw slack and eyes rolling back in your head in bliss makes him instantly hard again.
His head drops down in the crook of your neck and he whispers I’m sorry my love, but I can’t get enough of you as he resumes rolling his hips into yours. His mouth is on yours swallowing your moans and whimpers.
You're overstimulated, pliant, boneless and utterly fucked-out mess, but the moment his fingers find your pearl, the moment he ruts back into you, all that escapes your lips are broken chants of yes, yes, yes, more, please give me more until you come again and again, until you’re so full of him you feel bloated.
And when you finally give him what he so desires, when the small, screeching bundle is placed into his arms, his daughter, his little beautiful girl, you see his eyes go bright and wet as he kisses gently the tiny, fragile hand, the small wonder you have given him.
Thank you, thank you, he can’t stop whispering in the crook of your neck and you hear him sniffle. Is your prince really crying?
And when after a while he gently reaches for you and murmurs – I want more little wonders – you know you will be giving them to him.
Because with him, you're never sated, you're always aching, always ready. You are a whore for your prince and you’re proud of it.
You run into your mom's ex right before your older sister's wedding, the golden child of the family. You never could stand him when he was around the brief few years he dated her, and nothing's changed now. The fact is you never fit into your mom's bougie, country club life, you're a hot mess and the black sheep of the family, so.... what better way to solidify that position than to get shitfaced drunk and let her ex fuck you in a bar bathroom? There won't be any problems from that when you all head to that wedding... right?
pairings- mom's ex-boyfriend! sukuna x fem! reader
warnings - MDNI - Kuna is 35, reader is 25, messy dynamics, not stepcest but they joke about it, drinking, degradation, sadistic Sukuna, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving) creampie, finger sucking, they hate e/o, reader has SO MANY mommy issues, she's a hot mess and needs therapy tbh but dick works for now - Sukuna enjoys reader's damage </3
this is fully finished, I'm sharing here weekly (six parts) Every Monday night. be warned this is freaky lmao - tags open, comment if you'd like to be on the list <3
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chap one
Your older sister was getting married, your mom’s pride and joy – fuck, everyone in your family saw her as that. A lawyer, successful, kind, fuck she does charity in her free time. Everyone who meets her absolutely loves her, and how can you blame them when you love her just as much? Even if you resent being the clear ‘least favorite’ from your mom, you can’t ever blame her.
You however?
A hot mess to put it nicely – you have two degrees which is pretty cool but you aren’t using either, instead trying to make a career out of your music which is basically a fucking pipe dream. ‘All that wasted potential!’ your family says constantly, at any get together you have, for the fact you chose to live alone and drop out of college to pursue your dreams.
You get it, you’re broke and struggling in a family of rich people, ones who have country club memberships and never worried for a fucking thing. You’re not up to their standard, throwing back a tequila shot the night before your sister’s rehearsal dinner. Fuck you’ve barely had the money to stay in one of their dumb suites they reserved for everyone, so this shot thankfully was on the house.
You smile and thank the man next to you, who asks you to throw in on a game of pool. Forever ‘single’ that’s another reason for the family to worry, you’re twenty four now, shouldn’t you be at least engaged? Your sister is only one year older and getting married this weekend, already four years into a relationship.
Problem is, you don’t really like people, and you sure the fuck don’t like many men.
You fuck, you’re not without your needs or anything, you have a couple friends that take care of you, and you return that. But it’s casual, it’s easy. There’s not a connection with either of them and no feelings, you get dick and you sort of just move on from it with a friendly hug goodbye, moving on to whatever city you’re performing in that week.
You’ve made a little bit of a name for yourself, you even have a following, but shit like that wouldn’t make ‘mommy dearest’ proud, and you’re not sure you really care if you do or not. You never fit in growing up as it was, the outlier, the outsider really, never even getting along with her string of ‘step dads’ or whatever you’d call the men she brought around - except one, of course.
Her last one was the worst.
Sukuna.
Just the thoughts of that arrogant man make your blood pressure rise, remembering just how much you hated him when you’d had to stay at your mom’s for a few months. Arrogant, cocky and overall so rude, you weren’t sure how she even got with him with his gruff nature aside from that man’s body.
Swimming in the same pool at eighteen near him had been absolutely brutal to your psyche at the time, no one needed that many slutty tattoos all over their fucking body, surely! You sigh now, thinking of that while some man walks up near you, and a familiar scent hits your nostrils.
Musky, heady, something you can’t quite place, a rolex glinting off a tattooed hand, business jacket adorning some man’s body. It takes you a moment to register it, dumb from his cologne, whatever it was fucked up your senses, the poor guy who bought you the drink is babbling on while your cunt is dripping from a scent.
The fuck sort of pheremones are in this shit!?
You clear your throat, he’s too close to you, this tall man, with tattoos that you just can’t rip your eyes away from, adorning huge hands with raised blue and purple veins underneath taut skin. The music and lights of the bar all fade, like some dumb movie you’d watch, your thighs pressing together, trying to rip your gaze from him and focus.
“I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks,” you hear it then, there’s no mistaking that voice, the one that used to make you so fucking angry, the man who’d had your mother dumb in love. You glare up then, for him to look down at you, taking his glass and smirking, ruby eyes lidded as he studies you. “Ah, it’s the brat.”
“The brat? Excuse me?” You roll your eyes at him, while Sukuna studies just how fucking sexy you look right now.
You’re a little older now, you lost some of that baby face, becoming even more pretty, a sharper jut to your chin, narrowed eyes with your lips all glossy and pursed together in irritation. Your hair falls against bare shoulders, you’ve got a different style than you did then to it, silky against your bare skin in that slutty little excuse for an outfit you’re wearing.
He drifts his gaze down to breasts begging for his hands, nipples pressing against pathetic fucking material, some velvet and lace bodice that should be in a bedroom only. He resists the urge to throw his coat over you, before eyeing the boy behind you trying to make conversation.
He gives him such a look that the boy literally fucking runs away, much to Sukuna’s amusement, smirking when you look over your shoulder. “Huh, looks like he got annoyed by you finally.”
“You’re still such a dick, nothing’s changed, huh?” You scoff, rolling your eyes then, he sits down casually, eyeing your empty glass.
“Want a drink?” You pause then, his thigh is brushing against yours, he’s close - too close again. “You’re old enough now, yeah?”
“Twenty-five. And you? Fifty yet?”
“You’re still bitchy as ever,” he rolls his eyes at you, leaning back on the seat a bit, sipping his glass, you watch his adam’s apple bob, the dark lights glinting off his frosty pink locks. “Thirty five.”
“I forgot mom was a cougar,” he chuckles a bit, the sound throaty and doing too much. “You still talk to her?”
“Yeah, I do. She invited me to your sister’s wedding. Me and her were pretty cool with each other – you were the little brat.”
“Yeah well sorry I didn’t want you trying to tell me what to do,” he leans forward, a fist under his chin, elbow on the bar.
“Your mom still a bitch to you?”
You pause, blinking a bit. “She’s always disappointed, if that’s what you mean, she’ll always be her favorite.”
Sukuna pauses a bit, the reason he and your mother didn’t work out had a lot to do with how stuck up and pretentious she was, of course she was beautiful and fun for the time, but she also just didn’t give a fuck. Especially about you from what he can briefly remember sticking around when you were eighteen and trying to figure out college.
“You got invited, huh?” He blinks a bit, the past slipping some. “Mom want some dick again?”
He laughs then, a husky, throaty laugh, running a hand through his hair. “If she does, I sure won’t be giving it to her.”
“What are you dating? My condolences to her.” His eyes narrow at your mean little smile.
“Nope,” he taps your glass again. “Do you want a drink or not?”
“I dunno, former step-dad.”
He scowls now, you’re giggling until he leans far too close, lips a breath away from yours. “Never was your fucking ‘step dad’. Unless,” his fingers drift across your cheek now. “You wanted me to be, ya got that many mommy issues?”
“You fucking wish,” you slap his hand, scowling up at him, meeting his energy in that moment. “Get me one then.”
“What little bitch drink are you having?”
“Dirty shirley.”
He laughs at you again, you shove his big ass, feeling those biceps under your hand. “The bitchiest of drinks.”
“Oh fuck you,” he chuckles and orders you one anyway, judgy as fuck when the bartender pops in a pretty cherry. “Thanks I guess.”
“Yeah, whatever,” you brush your hair back off your shoulders, exposing far too much of your pretty shoulders, lips wrapping around the straw. “Drinking your sorrows?”
“What do you care?”
“We’re both here, might as well catch up with my former almost step daughter.” You shove at his big body, he snorts in laughter, irritating you to no end. “Thought this was your kink.”
“Psh, you’re so annoying I swear. I’m doing music and busy being the family disappointment.” You raise your glass in a toast, he can’t stop the grin on his face.
“Could disappoint them more.”
“You think so?” He leans back, putting the crystal glass back up to his lips.
“Of course you can. You could become a stripper, they'd love that.”
“Shit, I could, maybe dance at the bachelor party?”
“There you go, that’d really get ‘em going,” you laugh then, the sound too pleasing to his ears. “You’re failing at being the disappointment.”
“I am, truly,” something feels almost comfortable about Sukuna in that moment, you try to ignore how sexy he looks when he loosens his black tie, swallowing more of your pink drink down. “I never liked you.”
“I know,” the lights flit a bit, casting shadows on a face that looks a little too fucking good to your buzzed senses. “I didn’t like you much, just a little brat. You still are it seems.”
“You’re still a dick it seems,” Sukuna just winks at you. “And pretentious.”
“Any other words?”
“Obnoxius, rude, annoying-”
“Just say you wanna fuck me already,” you shove at him again. “You ready for the wedding then? Gonna be in some ugly bridesmaid dress?”
“Of course I will be, it’s the ugliest thing I’ve seen too.” You pick up your phone, showing him a picture of you in it.
“Disgusting.”
“I know!”
“You’ll look like a fucking yellow bird in that thing.”
“It’s so ugly, I have to wear it to the rehearsal dinner too. Are you going to that?”
“I am, I’m not looking forward to seeing your mom again.”
“Aw,” you trail your fingers up his chest teasingly, a pout on your face. “Poor Sukuna, did she break your wittle heart?”
“You’re such a little brat,” he snatches your wrist then, big fingers entrapping it, leaning close to you. “You know your mom.”
“Not quite like you.”
“We’ve both been inside her tech– shit come back!?” You’re already hopping your drunk ass off the seat.
“I’ll deal with you tomorrow,” you mumble, so done with him then, yet he’s following you. “Are you bored?”
“Are you mad?” You scowl at him now, standing towards the entrance, your jacket slung over your arm. “Upset it isn’t you?”
“You’re trying to piss me off, doesn’t make any sense either, I won’t get you hooked back up with mommy.”
“You keep bringing her up,” he leans low, brushing your hair back, you tremble just a bit at the proximity. “You look good as fuck, y’know that?”
“Oh shut up,” you shove at him again. “What, do I look like mom?”
“Much hotter,” you scoff then, but the words have their fucked effect, his big hand on your waist with his lips against your ear when you phone rings. He pulls back and you take a step away, outside catching your breath. The fucker follows you out, lighting up a cigarette casually.
“Yeah, what’s up mom?” You ask, eyes flitting over to Sukuna’s form, leaning against the brick wall.
“What are you doing, I need you to help with plans! This is your sister’s wedding, you know!” Your jaw sets, hands clutching the phone tightly.
“Mom I’ve helped a ton, I just really needed a break.”
“And where are you – let me guess, drinking?”
“And?”
Her sigh of disappointment is louder than anything. “Get yourself together, your sister at your age was already engaged! She was in charity events and-”
“Yeah, I’m aware she’s perfect,” your voice is quiet, but Sukuna hears it, taking a drag on his cigarette, poking around on his own phone. “You don’t have to constantly remind me.”
“Maybe it will be motivational,” you almost laugh at her then. “Fine just don’t show up hungover to this rehearsal, the entire family will be there.”
“And they’ll all be drinking anyway, but sure I will be bright eyed and bushy tailed.”
“I’ll see you then.” She hangs up, you look up at the night sky for a moment, seeing the soft twinkling of the stars, before looking back.
“You smoke now?”
“Bad habit I picked up,” he murmurs, lips wrapping around it to take another drag, puff of smoke rising into the air, he flicks it quickly, hands back in his pockets. “Does mommy want you to leave?”
You laugh a bit without humor then, eyeing the time. “It is eleven, but I have my own suite, she just wants to have plenty of control.”
“Ya gonna give it to her?” You walk over then, shaking your head and brushing past him to the door.
“Wanna play darts?”
He grins, and soon the two of you are going head to head, and fuck Sukuna is competitive at it. They fly with expert precision, zooming past and landing bulls eyes over and over, your own join and meet his, red and black darts scattered all across the board. He’s got you another drink, you’re throwing back a shot with him and laughing, it’s far, far too easy to be around him.
Something you really never expected was that, Sukuna being easy to be around, he was intelligent and sarcastic as can be, but ultimately just fun. You’re laughing so much you almost forget the shitty mindset you were in before, a little too close to him when it’s your turn, soon people are watching you two, seeing the insane back to back competition.
“Hah, I owned your ass!” You flip him off as you pull back your last dart on the board, a big grin on your face that Sukuna finds far too attractive, it’s entirely impossible to register you as the same girl who used to piss him off all the time.
When he dated your mom you hated him, but you also seemed to not be able to stand your own mother. At first it seemed you were just a little brat or something, but he realized that there was clearly more to it in time. You never failed to stick your tongue out at him or
“I guess you did win,” Sukuna leans too close, chest right against your face as he pulls out your winning dart, you inhale that cologne, tummy tightening with his every movement. “What do you want for winning?”
“I get something, huh?” He nods, his hand slipping across your bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in its trail.
“What would you want me to do, huh brat?”
“You’re at my mercy?” You raise a brow, body thrumming with a heady mix of desire and how fucked up this would be, to do what you’re thinking of with him.
“Never mind, you look scary as fuck, whatever you’re thinking,” he goes to pull away when you tug at his tie, pulling him down to you. “What is it?”
“Make me cum.”
Sukuna doesn’t spend another minute before he’s kissing you right there, lips mean and messy, hands slipping up your hips to tug you against him, leaning you against the wall with his hard body pressed against you. You gasp out, letting his tongue slip in, the faint taste of cigarettes and whiskey lingering on his lips. Sukuna moans and his hands grip your ass right there.
“Not here, are you insane?” You pull back and see his grin plastered on his face now.
“Make you cum, been a while?” He cups your face in a way that’s anything but delicate or sweet.
“Maybe,” you admit, his thigh pressing against your heat, pressing up so that you’re right against him.
“Fingers or mouth?” You blink in surprise then, flushing and looking down, Sukuna chuckles. “Cock? All three?”
“You’re slutty.”
“You’re slutty,” you kiss him again, the alcohol making your head swirl, any decisions being made in your brain shoved away for just how wet you are. “Slutty and soaking wet.”
“Shh,” you grab his wrist, navigating your way through the sea of bodies until you’re both stumbling into a bathroom, he tugs down your top, moaning.
“Filled out-”
“I will hit you,” he snorts and picks you up like you’re fucking nothing, dragging you over to the counter and spreading your thighs. “Mnh!”
“Shh, keep it shut,” he murmurs, your hands grip on his pink locks when he shoves up your dress, slipping your panties aside and groaning out. “Fuck…”
You arch your hips for him, when he laps up juices that have already spilled down your inner thigh, they’re trembling on either side of his head, cunt already pulsing from his breaths. Some odd, fucked up part of you wonders if your mom had him like this, and you try to feel some guilt, but the moment he parts your folds and flicks his tongue up your slit, the thoughts vanish.
“Oh fuck!” He chuckles and covers your mouth, hovering over you, looking down at you fucked out eyes.
“Keep it down, brat, ya that pathetic? Gonna cum from a lick?” You’re just desperately whining against his palm, when he’s back down there, tongue flicking mean while your head presses against the mirror.
“Sukuna…” You’re gushing down his mouth, ecstasy shooting straight through everywhere his tongue dives and slips, fucking you with it then. Your walls grip his wet muscle, the man you couldn’t stand who was with the woman you can’t stand, worshipping you right in the club bathroom. “Ah!”
“Mmm,” he’s slurping up all of your juices then, gummy walls gripping his tongue so tightly he can’t stand it. You’re so sweet then, for the mean little brat you usually are, all pliant and needy. He can’t help but look up at your already fucked out face and grin against you. “Prettier than moms.”
“You’re so fucked up,” you’re wetter though, he notices when his fingers slip up inside your hole, curling up and down, stretching you so much. “Tighter?”
“You’re the fucked up one,” he flicks his tongue on your clit. “Mommy issues out the ass.”
“Shh, get back down,” you shove his face back against you, and he’s so hard it hurts, throbbing and leaking pre, dying to be back inside you. “Mnh! There, there…”
He pulls back right before you’re about to cum, earning your soft whine, he keeps his two fingers pumping up and down, gripping your hair and pulling you to him. “Open, brat.”
You don’t know why, but you easily obey his command, doing just that and opening for his spit, mixed with your flavor, you swallow it down and get even wetter, so wet his fingers slip out, earning your frustrated whine. “Lemme cum, please.”
“You will,” he yanks them out again, shoving them in your mouth so deep you almost choke, sucking yourself off them desperately. “Good little whore.”
“Fuck you,” he just chuckles, pulling you down, you hear the unzipping of his slacks as he turns you to face the mirror then. “Watch your face while I make you cum, huh?”
You would say something smart, but you’re aching, soft moans escaping your throat – nodding quickly as he slips his spit soaked fingers down and into your snug little hole again. He moans against your ear, your taste soaking his mouth now, stroking his cock with his other hand, dying to slip it inside you, but also noticing your face is just too pretty.
He’d thought so years ago, you first met him the summer before college, in some tiny little outfit that had him feeling fucked up, but he promised then he’d avoid that. Yet he couldn’t help himself, finding you on instagram later, jerking it to your pictures long after he split up from your mom, and your body was better than he could imagine, he almost whispers it to you.
No way he gets that vulnerable though, you clearly want to cum and have some serious issues with your mother, and he’s glad to enable if it means he can fuck your pretty cunt at least once. You’re gasping out the quicker they go, teeth clenched together with the stretch, trying desperately not to make much noise though your cunt is loud enough with every movement.
Your hazy mind wonders just how you got here then - With Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers scissoring in and out of your slick cunt - the man who dated your mom for years, the one you can’t fucking stand, arrogant smirk devious as he moves them up and down. The pressure is too much, your head falls back, for his tattooed hand to grab a tit and squish.
“Ah!” You can’t stop that noise from escaping, before biting your lip, trying to hold back the noise.
“Such a little slut, already squirting down my fingers,” you looked in the mirror, Sukuna’s thick digits coated in your slick slipping into your mouth again, while his cock started rubbing up and down your slit. “Hah - fuckin look at you, ya want this inside you brat? Should beg for it.”
You shook your head, even as you arch your ass out for his cock, letting his tip glide between your folds, making lewd and wet noises that echo in the club’s bathroom, teeth nipping his fingers. “No, sure won’t – can’t stand you.”
“Ah, really? Why ya so soaked then, huh?” he’s grinning with a sharp flash of white teeth, lifting your thigh up so a knee was on the counter, pressing in then, hearing your gasp. “Fuck, feel her gripping me. You really hate your mom this much?”
“Just fuck me and shut up already - ah!” Sukuna needs no further urging, his cock is stretching you out so much you can’t take it, screaming out and earning a hand clamped around your mouth.
“So tight, loosen the fuck up,” he grumbles, you scowl even as your hole is quivering, gushing liquid all down his shaft, his fingers sink into your thighs, shoving his cock in so deep you can’t take it. “Feel her grippin’ me, tryna make me bust quick?”
“No, want you to make me cum first,” you take his hand off your face as you speak, slipping it down to touch your clit, he groans, fucking you harder, your hand guiding his to get that perfect angle, your legs are shaking, your vision blurring.
"Feel better than her too," you're desperately crying out at that, clamping down on his thick, veiny cock. "That get you closer? Fucked up little girl, aren't you?"
"Fuck you," you are but right now you just want every thought fucked out of your head, and Sukuna’s cock is so big it’s hard to get irritated with his snarky grin in that reflection. He pulls his finger off and you gasp. “Put it back!”
“Not till I say so,” he smacks your clit hard instead, lifting you when your knees buckle like it’s nothing. “Think you tell me what to do?”
“Lost darts, such a l-loser -hah!” He scowls and fucks you harder, which was exactly your goal, pretty grin on your face that makes him pulse inside you - tightest little grip he’s ever felt.
“Crazy little brat,” he huffs, but he’s lost in you, in not just how good you feel on his cock, his tip slamming that cervix, but your little sounds, your movements, your eyes rolling back in your skull. Sukuna loves to fuck, but he’s never felt whatever psycho witch magic you’re putting on him, burying his face for a moment. “Feel s’perfect.”
“Huh? Ah!” You think you hear something, but Sukuna just bites the fuck out of your neck instead, your head falls to the side, crying out to let him finally toy with your needy, twitchy clit. “Please, there, there.”
“Needy whore,” he is spitting the meanest words but all it does is make you closer, tummy clenching with hot need, his cock ruining you for anyone – even if you’d never fucking say it. “Need it?”
“Yes, f-fuck just, keep going,” your voice is a hoarse little whisper, one of his hands is toying with a nipple, the other working your clit while his cock drags on your spot, blinding you. “Oh god…”
“That’s it, cum on your stepdad’s cock,” you glare at him, even as he chuckles against your skin, ruby eyes lit up in the mirror. “Cunt is pulsing, you love that nasty shit, admit it.”
“You’re n-nasty, shut the fuck up and – oh my god,” you’re shattering with one more thrust and roll of his rough fingers, desperately whining out while he keeps pumping. Sukuna is holding you there in that sweet spot, making you shake and quiver while your orgasm shuts off your damn brain. “Ngh!”
“Look at that, the stepdad got you squirting,” you would glare if you weren’t trembling, he’s thickening inside you, slowing his movements, letting you ride it out on his slick cock. “Damaged fucking brat, feel this good?”
“It’s the m-mental issues,” he grins and you weakly laugh, for a moment you don’t know why you hated him so much, but only a moment. "Fuck me harder."
God Sukuna thinks he’s in love right now.
“Freaky slut, just wanna get used?”
You nod, he grabs your throat and chokes you, slamming into you like he owns you, like you're just a toy for his pleasure. He's relentless, his cock hitting you in all the right places, making you feel so full, his filthy strokes so loud they’re echoing.
"F-fuck... you're gonna make me cum," he grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. "You want it?"
"Y-yes," you pant, throat constricted, your eyes wide with lust. You want to feel him fill you up, to know that you've made him lose control just like he's made you.
“Can you take it all?”
“Shut up and cum, stepdad,” you tease, but he moans then, kissing your lips all sloppy, saliva dripping with the drool that’s pooled down the side of your lips, his hot cum flooding your pussy.
For a moment, you're lost in the haze of pleasure, the world outside the bathroom forgotten completely, so warm and dripping him already. But reality quickly crashes back in after he pumps a few more times, murmuring your name, pastel locks damp and sticking to his brow. You start to come to a bit, even drunk, and you realize what you've done. What you're still doing.
Maybe you feel just a little bad that his cum is starting to drip from your hole, but only the tiniest bit. He pulls out with a wet, suctioned pop and leaves you so empty you have to bite back the whine. You struggle to get your breath, shaking your head to clear your mind and grabbing at napkins, he smacks them out of the way, smirking and turning you to face him.
“Lemme clean up, weirdo,” he chuckles, slipping his two fingers down to where his milky seed is dripping, swirling around it until he shoves it back inside you. You gasp, head falling back, lashes fluttering shut and the soreness you already have, he just presses that cum right back in. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t waste it, you won it you know,” he pumps it up again, curling his fingers so that you almost cum again, pushing it even deeper, before pulling them out with a filthy wet squelch, sucking his own white ropes and you arousal off his fingers. He moans then, pink lashes fluttering shut, cheeks hollowing.
You stare, mouth open, waiting for red eyes to focus on you. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Tasting us,” he tilts your chin up and kisses your lips, mixing both of your flavors on your tongue in the sluttiest fucking action. “Mnh…”
You both pull apart quickly when someone opens the bathroom, Sukuna has your tits put up but they’re stumbling drunk and giggling, staring at their phone. Your reality does start to hit, cursing yourself and rushing out then, adjusting your dress that he had up your thighs.
Fuck that felt too good.
Your sister calls you now, you answer as Sukuna unhurriedly steps out of the ladies room. “Yeah sis?”
“Oh my god, did you hear Sukuna is coming? Ah I loved him! I wish mom had stayed with him, you know?”
You frown, eyeing Sukuna and his shit eating grin. “Um… yeah I guess he was okay.”
“Mom still has the hots for him, wouldn’t it be romantic if she got back with him?” You almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of it, the smallest guilt seeping in more and more, but you throw back another shot, drinking it down. “Also if you got with someone finally!”
“Yeah, I dunno about mom or me, but I’m glad for you sis,” she sighs. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yes, love you!”
“Love you too,” you hang up the phone, Sukuna leans over the bar then, handing the bartender his card.
“Pay for hers too,” you raise a glass to him, his lips twitch up at the corners. “You got a ride back?”
“I’ll get an uber.”
“It’s nothing to -”
“There, got one,” you smile at him and wave the screen. “But thank you for offering.”
“Yeah,” he wants more of you, that could not be enough. He won’t say that shit out loud though. “See you at the..." he smirks now. "Rehearsal.”
“Yeah, um…” you awkwardly stand there, looking down as he looks too intently at you. “Night.”
You rush off without another word, inhaling the night air and wondering just how bad you fucked it all up.
hehe the full version is already on Patreon but I am converting this story to here - so l will be posting all of the chaps here every week <3 tags open <3
Innocent!reader x Katsuki or Izuku (or both 😻) getting fucked and suddenly gets worried when they feel a different kind of pressure in their pussy- about to squirt but not knowing what that is, worried they’re gonna pee?
✩ ꒱ under pressure — ft. izuku midoriya .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero deku & fem!reader. established relationship, squirting. am currently working on a very similar fic / drabble for katsuki from my beloved mia !!!!!! @smolivin ( i did not forget ) so i’ll talk about izuku for a sec here.
i feel like he’d be using his brute strength to guide you into riding him. your hands shakily gripping izuku’s knees while his own massage the fat of your ass that ripples every time you slam down on him. he knows it’s the best position to get you to cum quick and he really doesn’t care if he can’t feel much (he literally just loves being inside of you), because all izuku wants is your pleasure. to hear you cry and scream out for more or for him to stop because it feels so good.
so he’s helping you; rough palms smoothing over your fleshy ass as you bounce along to your own uncoordinated rhythm. thighs burning from how often they flex and your throat raw from how loud you’re whining and singing his praises. he’ll spank you here and there just to catch the hitch in your dulcet voice or to make you sniffle so cutely — then switch to pulling you up and down his milky-covered cock, making sure he’s hitting your g-spot further along your gooey, syrupy walls.
“what’s the matter, love?” he’ll coo, smoothing down your spine and pressing into it so that you arch further forward on his throbbing cock — feeling the way your cunt clamps down around him from the condescending tone. “getting tired? you’re slowing down a little.”
you shake your head and your body trembles because he’s right there where you need him, nudging that winding rope in your lower belly that makes you splash and spew juices from your squelching hole. “n-no just…” you pout and throw your needy gaze back at deku. “feels funny… like ‘m gonna—!”
“pee?” deku’s laugh is like hot honey, trickling through your system warmly. sweet enough to make you dazed and sticky enough to make you wet between your folds. “switch to grinding and chase that feeling, baby. it’s gonna feel so amazing, i promise.”
from there, the pro hero sits up and presses the sweltering heat of his chest to your back. abs and muscle rippling against your spine whilst you throw it back on him — circling your hips, swirling your pudgy aching pussy over him in a manner that’s crazed and has your eyes rolling back as you choke on a moan. ever the loving boyfriend, izuku throws his hand into the mix. licking his fingers before he leans between your fleshy thighs to pinch and torment your swollen clit under his rough fingertips. when your hips twitch and momentum falters, he picks up where you lack and thrusts upwards — meeting you half way, bleeding precum against your g-spot delightfully.
“feel you squeezing down on me, i know that feels so good,” he purrs against the back of your neck — green hair tickling the skin there. “don’t be afraid, let all that pressure go. do it for me.”
it’s so easy to do as you’re told with izuku, he makes trusting him feel like second nature even when he’s moaning like a slut and he’s just as far gone as you are. he cradles you to his scarred chest, freckled arm slung over your shoulders whilst the other messes frantically with your clit. the weight of the muscle keeps you tight against him even as you attempt to twist away from the pleasure and pressure building within. when you cum on his dick, it’s different — a lewd, sloshing sound breaking the near-silent surface of the atmosphere in the room. your slick splashes against your inner thighs in clear streams, flowing down his chubby shaft and plump balls until it pools between your ass.
the release is unlike anything you’ve ever felt, mind numbing and wet and earth shattering. the whole time izuku tilts your chin, moans and praises bleeding past your cherry bitten lips — assuring you, you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. especially when you’re squirting for him.
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mdni- Law professor! Higuruma x law student! reader
Your law professor Hiromi Higuruma is exhausted, he'd asked you to come for a meeting to discuss your upcoming internship with him - you were a top law student, after all, but he had no damn sleep and his coffee is too weak. He's eased back with his dark eyes shut, hands over his face, trying to wake himself up enough to see you.
It's hard to see you too, hard to even look at you, how fucking pretty you are makes his job difficult to say the least. You're a good twelve years younger, not that its' that much of an issue, the problem is you're his student.
He certainly can't cross that line, and he certainly can't jerk off every time he sees your thighs in your little pencil skirts, all professional and smiling as you bring him breakfast, lunch, fuck you're always bending over to give him something - and making him feel like a fucking depraved pervert. He tries not to think of you when he jerks his cock at night, but you flit through his mind.
How he'd fuck you right here on this desk, pump all his cum inside your pretty cunt. How he'd eat your surely cute little cunt, have your squirt all down his dress shirt, his tie, every inch covered in you. Fuck he'd bathe in it if he could.
Even now just thinking of seeing you has his cock throbbing, he's so tired he can't stop it like he usually can, jumping up when you walk in, clearing his throat and quickly sitting up, praying you don't get close enough to see the tent in his slacks. You smile all pretty, today your blouse is unbuttoned too much, hints of your tits peeking out as if to taunt him.
"Mr. Hiromi," you say softly, shutting the door behind you and holding two cups precariously. "I got your favorite espresso."
"Oh fuck I love you," you giggle when he panics, tired eyes lidded as they gaze down at your lips.
How would they wrap his cock?
"I mean..." He starts stammering just a bit, but you smile.
"I will take that," you tease, handing it to him, your fingertips brushing together when he takes it. You feel that heat shoot down into your tummy, a gnawing ache that's just constantly there for your professor -months of having to watch him lecture, watch him in court, your vibrator hates to see you coming after days you join him and watch him argue.
When he gets angry? Fuck.
He seems so calm but it's just brimming underneath the surface, he takes a sip and moans. "God that's good, so much better than the shitty coffee here."
"I figured so," you sip your own drink - much more foamy and sweet, handing him the documents he asked for. "Here you go."
"They can wait," he tosses them to the side now, sighing and leaning back in his chair. "It's the weekend, don't you have some party to go to or something? A date?"
"Nah I was just gonna watch Bridgerton and cuddle on the couch," you sit on his desk, crossing your legs, his gaze darts to them, fingers damn near twitching with how badly he wants to grip them.
"You're twenty three, shouldn't you be having fun?"
"As if you're so old," you tease, uncrossing them and swinging your ankles around just a bit. "But no, not my thing."
"I see," he tilts his head and leans close. "What season are you on?"
"You do not watch it!"
"Who says I don't," you're giggling all cute, ruining his muddled mind even further. "Okay I don't but I have heard of it."
"It's really good! You probably just rewatch Lincoln Lawyer on repeat."
"Tch," you're giggling again and drinking your cup. "You're right."
"Called it!" You hop down and nearly trip, he catches you buy your hips quickly, the coffee precariously falling but you some how catch it with both hands. "Oh I'm so sorry."
He says nothing, not when your tits are right in his face, and he can feel the curve of your waist, he hardly holds back a gutteral moan, not letting go. You set the coffee down with a shaky hand, heart hammering in your chest, stepping between his spread thighs now.
"Are you all right, Sir?"
"Don't fuckin' call me that," he rests his head on your waist now, exhaling and tugging you closer, nuzzling the little buttons of your bodice when your hand brushes back his messy dark locks. "You really should go."
"Oh? Why's that?" he chuckles just a bit, looking up at you underneath those lidded eyes, black from his pupils being blown out.
"If you stay I'll put a fucking baby inside you, how do you think your law career will be then?" You suck in a breath, thighs pressing together, filthy images fill his mind - pumping so many loads of cum in your cunt you can't walk without them dripping down your legs. "Go."
Your answer is to sink to your knees, he barely holds himself back when your fingers undo his zipper. "I don't want a baby yet but you can certainly say you wanna, you can cum inside me."
"God," he's hissing when you pull out his cock, the tip already leaking all that white he wants inside you. He holds your hair in a ponytail when you're flicking your tongue on his tip. "I won't give you special treatment in class, but I will fill you with all the cum you want."
"Mmm," you take him in your mouth now, sucking and watching him with your pretty eyes, he tugs your hair into a better ponytail, watching as you glide your throat down him. You're touching your clit over your panties as he starts to get mean with it, desperately rutting his hips up, hardly able to keep quiet.
"F-fuck, your slutty throat is that good? Sweetheart," he's mumbling now, your drool is spilling down his balls, tight and heavy, your nose brushing that dark pubic hair as you gag and choke on it. "Touching yourself? No."
He yanks your fingers off, you pull back with a wet pop, lips dripping with saliva and pre. "I need to cum, please Sir."
"You're asking for it," he grumbles - every time you call him that more pre spurts from his red, swollen tip, sucking you off your fingers, you gasp at the action, just to get tugged up by your hair to stand. "Turn around and lift your skirt f'me, hmm?"
This isn't meticulous, exhausted law professor Hiromi, this is dominant, commanding Hiromi with his big cock leaking, you eagerly obey and he sighs, sinking to his knees as you tug that skirt over the curve of your ass. He buries his face against your cunt, panties on and all, soaking wet already.
"You're already this wet? From sucking me?" Your answer is a muffled whine, trying not to let the entire college know that Hiromi is about to bury that long nose inside your cunt. "Prop that leg up - atta girl, there you go. Good job."
"F-fuck," you're clinging to his desk when he tugs your panties to the side, tongue lapping a fat stripe from your clit to your ass, slipping down to fuck into your quivering hole.
God you taste good - he can't get enough of it, the slick coating his tongue and lips, dripping down his chin. He parts your swollen folds to look at it winking right at him, cunt just gushing arousal in clear little drips that leak down your thighs. He licks it up greedy as it spills, and you're arching, begging for him.
"Please, inside," you're barely able to form a word when he nudges your twitchy clit with his nose, his papers just fucking scattering as you start clinging to the desk. "Mnh, please!"
"Shh, I'll give it to you," he leans up, turning your face to his - he's a gentleman and he hasn't kissed you yet, that just won't do. "Open."
You eagerly do what he asks, cock slapping against your ass with a loud thwack, your tongue out, he spits your juices right on it, closing your mouth and urging you to swallow, tip nudging that messy cunt, pressing in, she's so wet she's soaking his cock, dripping down onto the polished hardwood underneath.
He sinks his cock deep inside your walls, your head falls back, ragged little breaths escaping as your tongues swirl all messy, one of his hands tugging your thigh up even higher, bottoming out in one stroke. You can hardly take just how girthy his cock is, the tip kissing your cute cervix as he lets you adjust for just a moment.
"Feel better than I even imagined," you blush now - how cute you blush with cock inside you, walls quivering around him, his spit down your throat, when the door knocks and you tense up Hiromi just slams inside you harder.
"Ah!"
"Shh darling," he covers your mouth with his hand, fucking inside of you deeper, the wet squelch just echoing in his office. "Yes?"
"I need to talk about class tomorrow," it's professor Nanami, as soon as he talks your cunt pulses, Hiromi gets unreasonably jealous, his other hand toying with your twitchy clit.
"You're getting that wet from him?" You shake your head, but Nanami talks again and you're soaking his cock as it shoves fully in, balls smacking as he moves, the wet sounds obscene. "I don't share."
"Hiromi?" Nanami asks, his lips are on your ear as he lets your mouth go and you bite on your lip.
"Want him to know you're getting bred by your professor, pretty girl?" You do in fact, filthy thoughts are racing of fucking both your professors, though Hiromi is pounding your cunt so good you don't think you could handle more, his finger roughly pressing patterns on your clit faster. "Go ahead, cum."
"C-can't, psycho," you glare and Hiromi just smirks all tired, wrapping an arm around you to drag your messy hole right down him. "Mnh!"
"Is everything all right in there?"
"It's fine Nanamin, I'm just... wanting a nap, you know? Can I come see you in a f-fuck..." You're clenching too tight, he almost can't take it, cunt milking him for all he's worth. "In a few?"
"Always fucking napping and shit," Nanami sighs and stomps off, just in time for Higuruma's curved cock head to nudge your spot, you spasm and gasp out, barely able to cover your mouth in time, cunt squirting all down your thighs as your orgasm hits.
"Oh fuck, and you're a messy little law student, huh?" He's fucking you harder, pressing your back down so you arch even more, his fingers slipping inside your mouth. "Squirting just for me?"
"Mhm," you're nodding, letting him pin you down, your face next to those law books as he fucks you through it and into another orgasm, Hiromi's pinning your wrists down behind your back, moving harder, until you can't see.
No amount of masturbation prepared him for your needy, messy hole, nor how pliant and eager you are, letting him use your body however he wants. He hovers over you, lips brushing your temple tenderly as he moves his hips so goddamn mean. "I'll w-watch Bridgerton with you if you let me fill your cunt up."
You barely manage a laugh, turning your head as he lifts it by your hair and kisses you. "All seasons?"
"God anything, j-just wanna fill her up so full," you nod and Hiromi busts as if on cue, his messy white ropes all puffy and sticky in your slick walls, he's moaning desperately not even trying to be quiet. "Fuckin' taking all of it, want your cunt bred by me, hmm?"
You didn't think Hiromi would be filthy.
You didn't think he'd spit in your mouth, tell you he was gonna breed you or finger his cum back inside you. And you absolutely didn't think he'd actually come watch Bridgerton with you in your little off campus apartment, but he does. Though you're cockwarming him and he's torturing you, not letting you move.
Maybe Hiromi Higuruma is just a little sadistic.
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that episode has me unwell
tagging my bbs @cupidstrace @kamiflix @uhnosav hehe
you dropped your daughter off at kento’s apartment like every other friday, the four year old already bouncing in his arms the second he opened the door, chubby hands reaching for his tie while she babbled about her day at preschool.
he was still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up neat, blonde hair a little messy from the long hours but his smile was soft and real when he looked at her, the same calm steady patience he always had.
things between you two hadn’t worked out, the fights got too loud and the silences too heavy after she was born, but kento never missed a single pickup, never skipped a bedtime story, never forgot the tiny sailor moon backpack she loved. he was the best dad, always had been, and watching him swing her around gently while promising ice cream tomorrow made your chest ache in that familiar way you tried to ignore.
tonight though the handoff stretched longer than usual. she fell asleep on his couch mid-story when you arrived to pick her up and he offered you tea like always, voice low and polite, but the air felt thicker, eyes lingering on your mouth when you sipped from the mug. one thing led to another, quiet words turning into his hand on your waist, then your back against the kitchen counter, then somehow both of you stumbling into his bedroom still half dressed.
now he had you folded up so perfectly in full nelson, strong arms hooked under your knees and locked tight behind your neck, pinning u helpless against his chest while he thrust up from behind. you back arched hard over his torso, legs spread wide and useless in the air, pussy completely exposed and stretched around every thick inch of his cock as he pounded deep into you. the position kept you folded in half like a pretty little pretzel, spine curved, ass lifted off the bed just enough for him to slam home over and over, heavy balls slapping wet against your skin with every brutal snap of his hips.
“fuck… still so tight for me,” he groaned right against your ear, voice all gravelly and already wrecked. your pussy took him so greedily, puffy lips creaming thick white rings around the base of his cock every time he bottomed out, messy slick dripping down his balls and soaking the sheets underneath. each thrust made wet squelching sounds echo loud in the quiet room, your walls fluttering and clenching like they never wanted to let him go, gushing fresh cream every time his fat tip bullied against your cervix.
you could barely breathe, arms trapped useless at your sides, body bouncing helpless in his iron grip while he fucked you senseless, hips pistoning up fast and mean. “ken… ahhhn… s’too deep—hah…” your voice came out all broken and babbling, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming stretch, pussy creaming even harder around him till it frothed white and bubbly at the fat base.
he didn’t slow, just growled low and fucked up harder into your poor cunt, using his strength to bounce you on his cock like u weighed nothing, the slap of skin so filthy and loud.
“come back to me, love” he panted hot against ur neck, teeth grazing your skin while he ground deep and stayed there for a second, letting u feel every throbbing inch. “miss this pussy… miss my wife… come home, baby, let me take care of both of you again.” his cock twitched hard inside you at the words, dragging another gush of cream from your fluttering walls as he started pounding even meaner, hips snapping up relentless.
your head spun, vision blurry from how full you felt, pussy clenching around him like vice, slick running down your ass and soaking his balls.
“nnghh… kento—ahhn… can’t… too much… hahh…” you whined incoherently, body shaking in his hold, legs trembling uselessly in the air while he railed you stupid, the position keeping you pinned perfectly for every deep stroke.
he just kept going, voice dropping lower and even filthier. “look at how you’re creaming all over me… still mine, yeah? this pussy knows who it belongs to.” another brutal thrust, another wet squelch of your cunt, your walls spasming wild around his thickness till u were sobbing soft little sounds, cumming hard and gushing around him while he fucked you right through it.
after, when you were both panting and sticky, still tangled on the sheets, yoi finally caught your breath enough to mumble against his chest, “this… doesn’t mean anything yet… just.. give me time to... think about this.” your voice was all soft and breathy, pussy still twitching around his softening cock.
kento just huffed a quiet laugh, his big hand stroking down your back slow and gentle like he used to, lips burshing your sweaty temple. “still saying that after i just fucked you senseless? we might’ve made a sibling for our daughter tonight, sweetheart… but sure, take all the time you need.” he pressed one last soft kiss to your hair, arms tightening around you like he had no plans of letting go anytime soon.
you don’t even know why you say it. you’re not the praising type. not really. you tease. you moan. you beg sometimes when he makes you—when he’s in one of those moods, all pushy and mean, telling you to use your manners, sweetheart, like he isn’t already two fingers deep and spreading you open slow just to watch your eyes roll.
and sylus isn’t the kind of guy who needs it either. he’s cold. not just at work. always. cold voice, cold hands, cold look over his shoulder like he’s already ten steps past you in his head. nobody phases him. nobody cracks him. nobody gets to touch him and see him at the same time.
but you do.
and he lets you.
and right now—he’s letting you fuck him soft and slow, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, your hips rolling lazy on top of his while his hand’s curled low around your ass, guiding you, controlling you even when you’re the one on top. that’s how he likes it. how he needs it.
so maybe it’s that. maybe it’s the look on his face. maybe it’s the way his brows are twitching together, like he’s fighting something off—like if he lets you go even a little harder he’s gonna say something stupid, something real.
you’re already gone. you feel too good. you’re too wet. you’re not thinking. so you say it. “you feel so good, sylus.” just like that. soft. breathy. like you mean it. and the second you do—he freezes.
not all the way, not like he’s pulling back. more like he’s startled. like you hit something he didn’t know was there.
“…what?”
you blink down at him, rocking slow. “i said you feel good—”
“don’t.” his voice is raw. strained. quiet like it’s been scraped thin.
you laugh a little, teasing. “what, i’m not allowed to praise you now?”
“no,” he mutters. “you’re not.”
but he’s gripping you harder. his thighs are trembling. he’s looking at you like he’s pissed, but underneath it—underneath that perfect, surgical composure—he’s wrecked.
and you know why. you know him. you know this man who never needs anything, who never lets anyone in, who fucks you like he’s punishing himself for liking it—and now you know what breaks him.
“baby,” you whisper, soft as sin. “you’re so deep. you’re so good to me—so fucking good—”
his breath hitches. he shudders. his grip goes punishing and he grits through his teeth, “shut up,” but it’s not mean. it’s not real. it’s desperate.
so of course you don’t. of course you ride him slow and stroke his face and kiss his jaw and say, “you make me feel so good. you’re perfect. you always take care of me. nobody fucks me like you do—”
and that’s what does it. that. right there. because suddenly he’s groaning into your mouth like he’s never cum before in his life, like you’re fucking wringing the soul out of him with every word, every grind, every good boy whispered between your kisses.
he bucks once. spills deep. and he goes completely still underneath you, eyes wide, lips parted, chest heaving while he shoots every last drop into you without warning, without even knowing it’s happening until it’s too late, until you’re clenching around him and stroking his hair and smiling down like you knew this would happen all along.
you kiss his cheek. he doesn’t move.
“fuck,” he breathes. “you—fuck. don’t ever say that again.”
𝜗ৎ fratkuna expected you to be a one time thing | pt. 2
the party’s loud with sweaty bodies grinding up on each other and dim leds being the only thing lighting up the frat house. you find yourself sitting alone on the couch, warm beer filling your red solo cup.
your eyes scan the party, trying to spot shoko—who was the entire reason you were here in the first place, only to find her flirting with a girl you recognize from your bio class. a scoff escapes your lips, of fucking course.
the old couch dips beside you, heat from the body practically engulfing you. you glance over, scanning over his features and realizing it was satoru.
“hey babe.” he smiles, his teeth annoyingly white as he greets you. “ew satoru, yer all sweaty.” he clutches his heart, acting offended, “my heart is broken” you roll your eyes, taking a sip of the warm liquid and cringing, practically fighting it just to go down your throat.
you look back at satoru, noticing how his eyes are at someone across the room as he’s mouthing to them. you’re lost trying to make out what he’s saying or who he’s talking to when all of a sudden he turns back to you, slowly getting up with a hand on your thigh.
"sorry missy, someone's a little pissed m’talkin to you.” before you could ask any questions, satoru disappears in the crowd of people and you're left alone yet again.
your eyes drift to where satoru was looking, but spot nobody familiar. you decide to get up and go outside for some air, realizing it's probably just a jealous girl.
the cup gets tossed in the trash as you step outside, immediately sighing in relief.
your ears ring, trying to acclimate to the newfound semi-silence as you sit on the concrete step. the door creaks open, gentle footsteps follow as the person lets the door slam.
you jump, turning your head to look at who followed you out, only to be greeted by sukuna—his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. “hey, sukuna.” you chirp, a warm half smile appearing on your lips.
he grunts in reply before mumbling under his breath, “oh now you wan’ talk to me, tch.” you hum, asking him to repeat himself. “nothin’ woman.” you shrug, baffled as you’ve never heard sukuna speak as quietly as he just did.
he clears his throat, trying to sound as nonchalant as he possibly could while speaking, “whyd’ya leave so early?”
you turn your head to him, tilting it. he scoffs, heart fluttering. “last week after we hooked up.” he looks out into the darkness, doing everything he could just to avoid your gaze. “oh,” you click your tongue, "i figured you would want me gone. it was just one night so i was tryna avoid any awkwardness.” you stifle a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
he stuffs his hands in his jean pockets clumsily. “don’t jus’ assume shit, girl. never said i wanted you gone.” you feel your face flush at his comment, trying your hardest not to get your hopes up. “what are you trying to say, sukuna?”
he exhales, taking a few seconds trying to find the best wording for his feelings.
“it's kuna to you, and m’tryna say i want more.” you wet your lips as he sinks down to your level, sitting on the same step and still towering over you. “of what?” your voice is so small sukuna barely hears it.
“of you, flower.”
you scan his face, looking for any sign that he's just playing with your emotions. the tips of his ears are red and before you can squeak out a reply, he gently holds the back of your neck and connects your lips with his. the kiss was raw and passionate, saying more than any word could.
"fuuck" sukuna huffs as he bottoms out in your tight cunt. "c'mere baby." he demands softly, grabbing your chin and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.
he drags his cock out of you—keeping just the tip in which makes you gasp.
he takes advantage of it and sticks his tongue in your mouth, exploring the entirety of it. he thrusts back in, your moans are muffled by his messy mouth.
he pulls back, leaving you panting. "tell me what you want." you look into his eyes, a pleading expression on your face. "n–need you to fuck me, kuna."
he chuckles darkly, "yeah?" you nod, wrapping your legs around his waist. he ruts into you, the noise of skin slapping filling his stuffy room. your head lolls back, hands planting themselves on his shoulders for support.
he kisses the bridge between your breast, leaving saliva dripping down your sternum. "hah–right there!" you moan out, feeling his leaky tip pound that gummy spot hidden in your walls. "ngh–yeah baby? feel good?"
you nod, drool coming out of the side of your mouth. "s'good, kuna! sososo good" words slur as your brain goes fuzzy. he shifts his weight to one hand, allowing his other to go down and find your clit, rubbing little circles on it.
he looks down, and seeing a white ring form around his cock only makes him harder. "pleasepleaseplease fuck–yes!"
you don't even know what you're begging for, all you can focus on is how good sukuna is making you feel. "i gotchu baby c'mon, let go for me." he kisses the side of your mouth, licking the drool off as he smirks. "ah! cumming fuck m'cumming!"
his breath picks up, "hah—me too, mama." he thrusts harder as you gush, coating his cock and stomach. he continues pounding you, riding you through your orgasm as he helps his. he burries himself to the hilt and you feel his warm seed spurt out of his tip, coating your womb.
he continues thrusting shallowly before stopping. "so pretty f'me." he kisses all around your face as he pulls out, leaving you empty.
he does his little clean up ritual and you find yourself snuggled up on him just like last week.
however in the morning—your still there, and you always will be.
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, Toru’s 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. lil’ 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 fling—albeit his favorite—a warm body to sleep next to on the coldest nights, and a damn good fuck for when he needed one. That’s 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 wasn’t him? To the point where he spends all his time begging for just a sliver of it for himself…
——
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 he’s 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 camel’s 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 you’d show up promptly—the two of you disappearing into that dork’s bedroom for hours upon hours.
On those days, Sato would have his ear pressed up against the singular wall between he and Toru’s bedrooms. He hated how nosy he’d 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 Sato’s 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 Sato’s hips adjusting themself. He missed being the one making you laugh, even though it happened only so often—considering 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 doesn’t 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 he’s 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 wouldn’t miss a sound.
You came in Toru’s room needier than normal, Sato could hear it in the way you spoke to his brother—how Toru would stammer on his words with the way you’d press your body against him.
Even though Sato couldn’t see what was happening, he had good enough ears to hear and then picture what was taking place rather vividly.
“I thought you said you had a surprise for me?” 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. “I do.” 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, “But, you didn’t bring a bag with you or anything. What kinda surprise is it?”
“You’re holding it, silly,” You purred before moving past his face and then down, peppering kisses into his jawline and then down to his neck.
“O-Oh,” Toru gulped and the hands he had resting against your hips suddenly grip the fabric of your shirt—well, 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 it’d 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 Toru’s 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. “You’re my surprise?” Toru whispers out shakily as his body gets increasingly hot from your touches.
He feels your lips curve against his neck as you smile, “C’mon, I thought you were supposed to be the smart twin?” You teased.
To which he let off a short huff and rolled his eyes, “I am the smart twin.” He argued, “Just… not when it comes to uh, this stuff.”
At the sound of that, you pull back so that you could meet eyes with him. “Toru you’re literally the only guy who’s ever made me squirt,” 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. “If you want your surprise, you’ll have to find it.”
He bats his lashes up at you and you slowly watch as that hidden confidence of his takes over within his expression. “Always making me work for things, huh?” Toru puffs.
Then, before you can quite respond, the grip he has on you tightens and he lifts you up in one fell swoop.
“Toru!” You gasp, trying to keep your legs wrapped around him for support as you go up into the air.
You’re tossed down onto the plush of his bed seconds later as if you didn’t 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 ‘n creases that are so perfectly bulked at his torso—all tight and defined in a way that damn sure doesn’t match the dorkish look he carries on his face all the time.
You’ve 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 clear—and it didn’t have to be—but 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, “I thought about you all day, y’know,” Toru whispers. “Then you come over with a surprise for me. Do you even realize what that does to me?”
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. It’s 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, he’d 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.
Toru’s 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.
There’s 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.
“You spoil me,” 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.
He’d 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 Toru’s 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 yours—his 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.
“Fuck, that's hot,” 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.
“Toru,” 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.
“I’m sure this was expensive,” 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, “I don’t wanna ruin it.” Toru tells you while inching his bobbing cock forward. The feeling of his plump head glossing against your folds makes you flinch, “But I do wanna appreciate it—and you—properly.”
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 like—"
"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 panties—tugging 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 him—his 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 sound—just barely—and 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 you—you 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 now—soiled with a mix of obscenity—but 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 again—loving 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 that—unfortunately—wasn'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.
——
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 y—
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 neck—another thing the twins do when nervous—and 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 you—while 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 party—which is funny since you just mentioned me being at one—and 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 but—if you were being honest with yourself here—Sato 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.
——
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 parties—especially with his brother—is 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 faces—courtesy of being here with Sato so many times before—and 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.
——
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 thing—at least he and Sato shared the same face—but 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. First—"
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 hearing—nor caring for—any 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.
“Sato, what the hell is wrong with you? I was in the middle of-,” 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, “Please.” 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. “Please… what?”
His head tilts and the dim lighting in the room catches against his blue eyes, a soft look noticeable in them now. “Touch me,” Sato continues, pout deepening as he shuffles forwards on his knees. “Look at me, yell at me, give me your attention—something.”
“Are you okay?” You ask with genuine curiosity. It was weird to see him like this all of a sudden. “You’ve been acting strange all night and then you pull me in here for this?”
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?
Sato’s close enough now that his head ends up resting against your thigh and he nuzzles his face into your skin, “You don’t get it.” He insists, “I will do whatever you want-, whatever it takes to get your attention back on me instead of—“
“Toru?” You finish for him.
His jaw tenses as he grits his teeth, “Yeah. Anything it takes to bring you back to me.”
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 closer—still keeping him on his knees—and flash this look at him that makes his cock jump.
He’d never seen you gaze at him so hungrily before. Needy? Sure, plenty of times. But hungry-, starved? Now that was something different.
“…Anything?” 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, “Y-Yeah, anything.”
He’d never been on to stutter. Hell, he’s never even been on his knees like this for anyone and yet here he was. But if he had to watch Sukuna and Suguru—of all people—lounge around in your attention any longer than he just did moments ago, he might’ve lost his mind entirely.
Your hand leaves his face and his breath hitches at the loss. “Lean back a bit, Sato.” 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.
“Now spread,” You hum with a subtle nod of your chin.
His cock twitches again. Then he’s sprawling his legs out further as blush decorates his cheeks. “Like.. like this?” 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.
“Just like that, good boy.” You praise before lifting your leg and soon nudging at his crotch with the tip of your foot—poking the bulge that’d revealed itself there. “I kinda like you like this, y’know.”
He gulps again, trying his damndest to ignore the way precum drooled out of his plump cockhead in reaction to your foot, “Do you?”
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 badly—to 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, “No you aren’t.”
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, “How much did you miss me, Sato?”
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. “I almost came from you stepping on my cock, how much do you think?” He huffs sassily.
You slap him.
You don’t 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 didn’t much care for his sass, especially since you’d 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 doesn’t even realize he whined as if aroused until his eyes fall on you again.
You look surprised at yourself but then he sees how you’re scrunching your brows at him.
It’s then that Sato realizes he’s smirking at you, his head spinning with the most lustful ideas before he stalks closer to you. “Please,” He nearly groans, “Do that again?”
“What?” You gape. “N-No, I didn’t even mean to—“
“I don’t care,” Sato cuts off. “Slap me again. I-I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, I forgot my place.”
“Your place? What? I—“
“Here,” He drops to his knees again with a heavy thud. “My place is here, remember?”
No, you don’t 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?
“I’m sorry,” Sato whines, reaching for your hand to pull it to his mouth so he can kiss across your knuckles. “M’so sorry for how I treated you before—how shitty I was.”
“Sato, i-it’s fine, I…” You trail off because of how submissive he looks kissing your fingers as if it’s 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 doesn’t 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. “M-Mhmm..” Sato hums.
“God, you're pathetic,” 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. “Sucking on my fingers like this, letting me step on your cock, liking it when I slapped you...” You lean down all of a sudden and his eyes get wide, “Jerking off to the sounds of your brother fucking me…”
Sato feels dizzy now. He wants to pull his mouth away and protest—tell you that it’s not true, that he’s never done that before—but he knows he can’t. He wouldn’t 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.
“How... 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.
“I missed you so fuckin’ much,” Sato sears into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue dives in. “M’sorry for bein’ so stupid, let me make it up to you. Please?”
Who were you to say no to such a thing?
It’s only natural that you indulge in his wishes since it’d been so long.
But, by the time you both tear one another’s clothes off and he’s one layer away from a face full of your pussy—the door to the room you’re in swings open.
Your legs clamp around Sato’s face in reaction and you hear him groan frustratedly.
Standing at the door with a face flushed from alcohol consumption is Toru, who’s 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 something—hoping to protest his twin brother joining in on this, but getting cut off by the glare that’s sent his way from behind perfectly clean frames.
A low, “Move over.” husks past Toru’s lips as he stems closer to the bed and soon into it.
Your legs get stretched further apart and you’re looking at the Gojo twins settle themselves in between them before you have a moment to understand what was going on.
“Tch.” 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 that—the 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 cunt—greedy, 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 hood—the 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.
“Here, she tastes sweeter when you do this,” Toru instructed in a sultry whisper as he rubs at your clit in sync with Sato’s mouth soon latching onto your slobbering hole.
“Mmgh,” 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, “Sweet, right?”
“S’fuckin’ sweet,” Sato grumbles, his hips idly rocking against the lower end of the bed for some sort of relief. Adding a low, “Why didn’t I do this before?”
Toru scoffs, “Cause you’re an idiot.”
“Mmph.” 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?
——
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.
“Focus on the tip, sweet girl.” 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, “Thereeee you go. I like bein’ teased too, see?”
When you nod your head, he takes that as his sign to fully enter your mouth and relishes in the way you swallow him in—the 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, “Mngh!” 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 Sato—who'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, “Fuck, don’t choke.”
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 of—including a stream of squirt that Sato claims to be the cause of—but 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, “I-I’m gonna pass out if you don’t let me cum,” His fingertips were bruising at your hips and he weakly ground up into you, his cock felt pulsing against your gummy insides. “Please.”
“Give her a second, she’s too busy to give you permission for that.” 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.
“Fuck you a-and what she’s busy with,” Sato protested, “I need to cum.”
“So cum,” 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.
“I can’t,” His brother frowns, “N-Not without her-, hnngh! p-permission.”
“How unfortunate.” 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 Sato’s cock again when the one in your mouth bulges against your throat and then chokes you.
Sato thinks he’s on the verge of death with how long he’d been holding back his release—his 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, “Guess he was right about one thing..."
Staring innocently, “Hm? What’s that?” you ask all softly.
“You really are a whore for some Gojo cock.”
You roll your eyes, “I think I’m more of a slut for it. There’s only two of you so whore is a bit of a stretch, y’know?”
The twins exchange a glance as you say that.
Then, Sato moves to scratch at the back of his neck, “Yeah, about that…”
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