Tease your boyfriend once? You get off with a warning. Tease him twice? ARMAGEDDON
Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro
Content Warnings: cockwarming, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, degradation, public sex, mentions of anal sex, mentions of oral sex, crying, they're kinda mean, negotiation (or coercion), mentions of teasing, slight misogyny, kinda just a lazy drabble tbh
“Ah, ah, ahhh-“ Satoru taunts, grabbing your hips and pulling them down; a sound akin to a harsh slap has him grinning ear to ear as he sheaths himself back in your gooey depths. “You were talking big game earlier, angel-“ He sinks his fingers into the base of your scalp and tugs-
“You better show me what you’ve got.”
You hiss, hands balling into fists and pressing hard on your boyfriend’s shoulders. “Too much, Toru!” you grit out between your teeth, your thighs burning in an attempt to raise yourself off of his cock. It’s simply too deep like this; the pressure of his swollen tip nudging your cervix as you’re forced to sit at the hands of his absurd strength.
You can feel him rub every single inch of your sensitive walls with even the most subtle shift- “Too big- mfmm- need to m-move-“ you whine, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, trying to garner any semblance of sympathy.
“You should’ve thought about that before running that dirty mouth of yours all day, sweets.” He giggles, effortlessly holding you in place as you squirm. Satoru’s ready to keep you there—cockwarming him as long as it takes for you to give him the show he’s been dying for.
“Are you going to be a woman of your word?” he starts, voice low and taunting. “Or are you just a girl who bit off more than she could chew?” he hums, leaning down to plant a gentle but patronizing kiss on the crown of your head.
“You’re so mean.” you mumble against his skin, burying your face further into his shoulder.
“I’m mean?” he scoffs, his grip becoming bruising on your waist. “Says the little tease-“ he lifts you up- “who can’t even handle dick like she said she could.” and drops you back down, down, down-
“Fuck!” you cry, choking on a high pitched moan as the very back of your poor cunt is slammed via cruel gravitational force. “M’sorry.” you whisper, letting out a shaky breath and fighting tears of frustration.
“You’re sorry, are you?” he mimics, his grip on your waist loosening as he pulls your head from his shoulder; dilated sapphire eyes crossing every inch of your pouty face.
“I’d say you better get to work, then.” Satoru pecks your lips before leaning back against the headboard and flashing you that cocky grin of his; two fingers raising in a round-a-bout motion.
You give in. Your hips start moving on command—grinding, bouncing, rolling. Every small movement has you keening and him laughing with victory; occasionally raising his hips to meet yours just to see you twitch-
You’re in for a long (and hard) night.
“Ngh- no more, Cho-“ you shudder, much smaller hands trying to push his pelvis from yours; his cock is buried so deep inside your swollen cunt you think you’ll burst- “can’t keep going, baby.” you mumble, eyes searching for his foggier ones; he’s absolutely gone-
“Please-“ Choso whimpers, low voice cracking as he drops his head—sweat slicked hair brushing your collarbone. “you promised me earlier that-“ he pants, rolling his hips and stirring your ruined insides with desperation. “that we won’t stop until I cum dry.”
Yeah, your recently incarnated boyfriend hasn’t grasped the concept of hyperbole yet.
“What have I done?” you mutter under your breath, wincing with every shift of Choso’s impatient lower half. “Baby, I didn’t mean literally—was just- ngh- dirty talk- fuck.” your cunt squelches, a warm trickle of his previous load leaking down the crevice of your ass.
“Why would you say something if you didn’t mean it, sweetheart?” he groans out the words, finally raising his head to look at you with those puppy eyes and confused brows. “You can’t promise something and then take it back-“ his breath hitches, an arm circling your waist to keep you from squirming. “Makes no sense.”
“I just exaggerating, Cho-!“ you yelp when he flips you over onto your tummy, briefly pulling out before driving himself back home—his heavy build pinning you to the mattress.
“Y’feel so good- ngh- please, sweetheart.” Choso mumbles, cold lips brushing the shell of your ear as he leans down. “Can’t stop- mfm- need to fill you up again.” His legs bracket your hips, pelvis flush to your ass and heavy cock nestled inside your sensitive cunt.
“I don’t even- fuck- know if it’s possible-“ you huff, hips wriggling to the best of your ability—his wide tip catching on that ribbed spot inside that makes you see white-
Choso bites back a whimper, giving you shallow thrusts as you endure that unforeseen orgasm—wincing with every hot spasm of your plush walls. “If what’s possible, sweetheart?” he coaxes, leaning back over you to plant a wet smooch on your flushed cheek as you ride out the aftershocks.
“If-“ you pant, body twitching and hands clawing at the sheets. “If you can even cum- ngh- dry.”
He pauses for a moment, nibbling on his bottom lip and resting his full weight on your much smaller body—basically unknowingly crushing you.
“I guess we’ll just have to find out.”
“What are you-“ your boyfriend growls, fingers digging into the plush of your hips. “some kind of slut?” he laughs, cruel and mean. “Just dying for attention, huh?”
Sukuna’s got you pressed against the wall—face squished against the cold plaster of the dim hallway. His unfairly large cock is drilling into you from behind, interrogating you with every harsh thrust.
The skirt that rides up with every step, slowly exposing more of your ass to the watchful eye.
“Thought you could get away with it-“ he grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your head back and exposing your dickmatized face to his greedy gaze. “Walking- damn- around like that, huh?” he bottoms out, hard. You nearly scream, though not before Sukuna muffles the sound with his palm.
“I bet you like this shit-“ he looks down at your fucked out face, drooling and head laid back against his shoulder. “Bet you wore this sorry excuse of a skirt so I would fuck you out in public.”
You whine into his hand, brows furrowing and knees nearly buckling with every snap of his hips. Your back is arched sooo deep, hands braced against the wall for some semblance of stability.
“Yeahhh, that’s it, isn’t it?” he grins, eyes narrowing and teeth glinting in the flickering lights. “This cunt is awfully wet for a girl who should be embarrassed.” His tone is drowning in condescension, only succeeding in proving his point as your slick drip, drip, drips down your inner thighs.
“Who knew I was dating such a fuckin’ whore?” he croons, expression now full of amusement as he revels in your inability to do anything but take it. You cry out into his palm as his thrusts grow rougher—lewd shlicks and the sound of slapping skin getting louder and louder.
You shiver, ears perking at the faintest sound of a door closing across the dark, back hallway. You attempt to mumble a warning to your boyfriend but you remain unable to speak—hole stuffed and mouth shut.
“Awe, did you say something, brat?” he teases, his other hand toying with the waistband of your skirt—pulling it back then letting it snap against your skin. “Couldn’t hear you over this needy cunt.”
Yeah, wearing this skirt to the mall was the best and worst idea you’ve had all year.
“Need to-“ your words are cut off with a petulant whine, legs snapping shut and cunt pulsing in protest as your building orgasm is lost—again. The absence of Toji’s girthy fingers inside your weeping cunt has you damn near crying.
“Nah, teases like you don’t deserve it, doll.” Toji smirks, the scar on the corner of his mouth stretching in the most infuriatingly hot way possible. “This is what tossing me a bone all week then leaving me with nothing gets you, babe.” he lightly smacks the side of your hip in mock comfort—the damn grin on his face never wavering as he watches you squirm in frustration.
“Pleaseeee-“ you reach for him, nails clawing at his beefy forearm. “I said m’sorry-“ you sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back down with you. “I’ll ride you, let you fuck my throat, my ass—whatever you want, just let me cum-“ you’re whispering now, putting everything on the table in the hopes of getting off.
“Oh so you’re really desperate-“ he grumbles, face smug as cages you against the bed. “Hmm, give me all three and it’s a deal.” Toji stares you down, tongue pushing against his cheek before sucking his teeth—like a predator getting ready for a feast.
You accept your fate, really starting to regret your little week long experiment. “Fuck, fine-“
You keen, his digits already knuckle deep inside your neglected cunt before you can even finish your sentence. “Toji- ngh-“ he curls his fingers, prodding against that spongy spot that makes you stupid. “Need you-!”
“Yeah you fuckin’ do, doll.” he huffs out a low laugh, capturing your lips in a filthy kiss. You hum, feet planting on the mattress and lifting your hips—chasing his perfectly skilled hand.
“Faster-“ you murmur against his mouth, soon unable to kiss back as you go slack jawed. Toji nearly doubles in pace, small schlicks turning into loud squelches as he pummels your poor pussy.
“M’gonna-“ you cry, breath heavy and voice pitchy. Toji just groans, shoving his tongue down your throat as he feels your cunt quiver around his digits.
“For the record though, babe-“ he pauses, pulling away from your lips to watch you convulse. Your orgasm rips through you soon after—tummy clenching and nails clawing at his biceps. Toji fucks you through it, fingers slowly retracting before dipping down, down, down-?
“I’m fucking your ass first.”
