五条 悟 ˎˊ˗ ᯓ frat!jo just loves fucking his nerdy little girlfriend while she's reading ! (m.list)
cw ˎˊ˗ ⤷ p in v sex & prone bone ── nsfw! mdni!
note: not my best work, sorry! :(
𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 2026 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!
you’re flat on your stomach, book open in front of you, while your boyfriend’s mean cock slams into your cunt from behind. your glasses are already lying somewhere on the floor and every thrust shoves your hips into the mattress and knocks the air out of your lungs, but he doesn’t care.
he just keeps driving deeper, hips snapping hard enough to make your ass ripple with every impact.
“read sweets,” he orders, a low moan vibrating against your ear. his hand fists in your hair, keeping your face tilted toward the page. “every word, baby. don’t stop.”
he's been making you hoarsely read out blurry words for a good hour, and your voice is shaking as you read out the next scentence. “the…the knight entered the hall—mnghhhh!”
another brutal thrust punches the rest of the line into a broken moan. he doesn’t let up. his cock drags almost all the way out before he rams back in, stretching your soaked pussy around him until your own juices are dripping down your thighs and onto his white sheets.
“keep going,” he growls, and you can practically hear the grin on his lips. the headboard knocks against the wall with every thrust. your cunt clenches around him, slick and greedy, but he only laughs and fucks you harder. “mm, don’t you dare skip a line baby.”
you swallow, eyes blurring on the text. your mind is mush, and you can barely get any words oit. “h-he… he approached the, hnghhh, throne—” your words fracture into a whimper when he grinds deep onside you, his pelvis pressing flush to your ass, cock pulsing inside your walls.
"oh baby," he coos mockingly. his breath is hot on your nape and his fingers dig into your shoulders "c'mon, you've been ignoring me 'cause of that fuckass book! i wanna know what the hell that book has that i don't!" his voice shifts into a pouty whine.
tch, jealous bastard.
he stays buried like that for a second, letting you feel every inch of his dick buried in your cunt. and before you can react, he starts thrusting into your pussy again, fast and merciless.
your voice cracks. “and…and demanded an audience with the queen—hahhhhh!” each syllable comes out shaky, interrupted by the wet slap of skin on skin and the filthy squelch of your sopping cunt taking him so well. he leans over you, chest pressed to your back, breath hot on your neck.
“louder,” he says, biting your shoulder. “i want to hear every fucking word, babycakes.”
you try again, voice hoarse. “the queen mnghh…she r-rose from her seat—oh my gooooddd!” he slams in so hard your hips lift off the bed for a second, then drops you back down, cock driving straight into that spot that makes your vision white out.
your walls flutter around him, close to breaking, but he doesn’t slow down, just keeps fucking you like some sex-deprived maniac.
“good fuckin' girl,” he pants, fucking you through it. “don’t stop until i fill you up, 'mkay? come on baby, i'm almost there.”
you choke out the next line, tears stinging your eyes from the overwhelming stretch and his relentless thrusts. the book trembles in your hands, pages crinkling so hard the page might just tear clean off.
but you keep forcing the words out between gasps and moans, your boyfriend’s cock pounding into you without mercy, making sure you don’t miss a single syllable.
his thrusts turn erratic, hips stuttering as his grip tightens in your hair. “fuuuuuck—i’m close,” he groans, voice strained. “mmmm, gonna cum deep in your cunt baby, just wait a nghh, second.”
your voice breaks completely as you force out the final words, each one punched out by the force of his cock driving into your cunt. “the queen…s-she…sshe accepteeedddd” your sentence dissolves into a moan. your lips fall open in a silent cry, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm crashes through you, pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick length, soaking the sheets beneath you.
he feels you cum and loses it, slamming in one last time and burying himself to the hilt. his cock throbs hard as he fills you up, hot cum flooding your cunt in thick spurts while he grinds against your ass, groaning your name into your shoulder. his hips jerk with each pulse, pushing his load deeper until it starts leaking out around his cock.
he collapses onto you, lips buried in the crook of your neck. he's breathing heavily, his cock slowly softening inside your hole. there's a moment of silence, filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of sex.
"mm, sweets?" he mutters, grinning against your skin.
summary: What you thought might be the date of your life in Paris, the city of love, turned into shock, rage and disappointment after finding out your husband was cheating! Urged by your besties, you decided to take the sweetest revenge possible.
Cheating back, of course.
Gladly, you had just stumbled into two gorgeous men at the nightclub, who were very sympathetic to your situation...
tags: modern AU. shameless, shameless SMUT, minors DO NOT INTERACT! cheating (the reader's husband cheated on her sooo she's doing the same). threesome, p in v sex, double penetration, oral sex (m and f receiving), blowjob, throat fucking, cum play, creampies, belly bulges, size kink, the guys are making out 😶, alcohol consumption and drug usage. shokohime cameo!
word count: 5k
author's note: my part of @madamechrissy crossover event! happy two years to your blog ❤️ i hope y'all like it! please don't throw tomatoes at me, this is my first time writing a threesome, haha. and happy belated birthday to my another blue-eyed love!
gojo's and tartaglia's arts by @/eriimyon. the first divider is mine; the mdni banner is by @/cursed-carmine.
The bass of the music bled throught the walls of a nightclub — frankly, you didn't even pay much attention to its name — and seeped into your body in an intoxicating mix of alcohol, boredom and resentment.
It was supposed to be your date night, more precisely, the date night in Paris!
But no. As usual, your husband had been busy with the exhibition opening. Just like the whole week before that. At first, he would apologise with a custom Versace dress, a pair of Yves Saint Laurent or the Harry Winston you had been eyeing all the time. Then he stopped bothering to wrap his guilt even in gifts — a light kiss on the forehead alongside his black card should've made some amends.
In a way, it did! That black card gave you more joy than your husband did in a…Well. The calculations totally weren't in his favour.
The bitterness still lingered in your soul — after all, who hadn't dreamt about visiting the City of Love with your partner? — but it faded with every swipe of his card.
God bless your kind soul: you still felt bad for that asshole, certain that it was his job that held his important persona from you.
Until…Until you decided to check the card's balance. Transactions that weren't even supposed to happen in the first place — he was busy! — immediately blinded you, sending a scorching wave of rage through your body till you saw nothing but red. Euros spent on the dinner at the Orgueil, purged money at Hermes, Dior, Dolce & Gabbana…
What the hell was that fossil thinking?!
"Girl, I always told you that was not going to end in a good way," your bestie, Shoko, did a long drag of her cig as you called for an urgent girl meeting. The situation was dire. Even the time difference didn't stop you.
"I am kinda sad, you know. I mean, three years of my life, the best period in my life, just went down the fucking drain," you gave Shoko a light shrug, sitting on the balcony of your luxurious hotel suite and watching the Eiffel Tower sparkle with radiance. "What should I do?"
"Something that you should've done ages ago. Like his age. How old is he, again?"
Groaning, you hid your face in your palms as Shoko smiled at Utahime's little joke. Despite the growing resentment, the corners of your lips twitched with a grin. "I am serious!"
"Divorce, babe, divorce."
"Yeah, no shit," you huffed under your breath and reached for an almost-empty bottle of wine. The most expensive shit available at the hotel — of course, on your husband's cheque. Wouldn't be a big deal for him, given the hundreds of euros he spent at fucking Dior.
Your lips curled into a disgust at the thought.
"You know what, love? Fuck him. No, really," Utahime snatched Shoko's phone and lay on the pillow, her black hair fanning around like a halo. "Let loose. Wear the most slutty dress you have and go fucking wild in some club. That old ass cheated on you? Cheat on him, too, damn."
Utahime's words sounded somewhat sceptical to you. After all, you weren't that person, right? Someone to resort to the rock bottom level of your soon-to-be ex. Nah.
"Oh, I know that pondering expression," Shoko's voice cut through your thoughts. "Some morality or bla-bla-bla. No. Cheaters deserve the very same, at least. Telling you."
"Come on, babe! Go get dressed and find some cock, or even two —"
"Hime!"
" — as much as the mere image disturbs me, and get fucking railed. Like totally good. Mind-blowing. Toes-curling. Jaw-slacking."
"Hearing you talk about cocks is disturbing to me," Shoko sent her girlfriend a lazy smirk. A small pillow landed on her face almost immediately.
"Anyway, you have our blessings. Show that fossil what he lost!"
Long story short, that was exactly how you ended up in some random Parisian nightclub.
And with some very pretty barmen already giving you lazy smirks and pointed glances. Every time he slid another "Cosmo" to you, his eyes would dart to your breasts in an obscenely exposed cleavage.
"See something interesting?" You leaned over the bar counter with a contented purr. And as on a cue, the pretty boy's gaze fell r-i-i-ght into the trap.
His ginger hair flashed even brighter in a sudden neon surrounding you, but his blue eyes darkened with lust when he dared to jerk his chin up with an infuriating grin.
Oh, you knew that grin. That kind of lazy confidence that only the guys like him wore. That intoxicating allure of youth. Vibrant. Striking.
"Sure. Can't lie to a beautiful lady like you, madame."
Barely tilting your head, you briefly licked your straw — just an innocent movement — but it was enough for the lone droplet of alcohol to spill on your chin, drift down your neck and get lost somewhere in the depths of your cleavage.
The guy's tightening grip on the shaker was the only answer you needed.
Finger tentatively brushing over the buttons of his waistcoat, you murmured, "What's your name, pretty boy?"
"Ajax, madame."
Whether it was the game of the light or his cheeks naturally carried that adorable blush, you weren't aware. Your gaze flicked to his name badge.
"Why does it say Tartaglia then?"
"Oh, it's my code name or whatever. We have this sort of commedia dell'arte theme going on. Masks, all that jazz."
"Where's yours then?"
Ajax lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug. "Not kinda fitting for a barmen, don't you think?"
A tipsy chuckle left your lips as you nodded.
"But I can be whoever you want me to be, madame," Ajax's tone dipped low into a feathery sin, erupting goosebumps. Your lips parted with a shaky exhale. Eyes dropping to his mouth — damn, you already imagined that electric taste of infidelity — you got interrupted by another low, smooth voice.
"Need a hand?"
Oh damn, that voice. Perfectly suitable to whisper the dirtiest things into your ear just as you were being railed, as you found out later.
You turned to the sound of it (noticing with your peripheral vision that Ajax's eyes slowly narrowed), and almost got struck by a sight of the man. His white hair stood out from all the mess of drunk bodies, loud basses and flashing sparkles, and his smirk — dangerously arrogant — didn't promise you an easy time.
Exactly what you needed.
You shifted a bit in the seat, letting your dress hike to the middle of your thigh, earning immediate sharp glances from two men over the smooth expanse of your skin, and sent the man a lewd grin.
"Actually, yeah. Very much so."
The man raised a brow at the suggestiveness in your tone and exchanged glares with Ajax before taking the seat next to you.
"Man, I love my woman confident," he shifted a little, enough for your knees to brush, and nodded towards your empty glass. "Repeat whatever she had. I am all ears, love."
You traced the rim of your "Tequila Sunrise" with deliberate slowness, briefly outlining your predicament.
"Wait, he cheated on you?" Ajax's brows almost reached his hairline as he spluttered in shock.
Another man, Satoru, chuckled in disbelief, "Can't believe I am saying that, but I agree with that little punk."
Ajax clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Watch it, old man."
"Just who did you call old, huh?"
"Calm down, monsieurs," you raised your hands in a peaceful offering, your speech already a little bit slurred from all the cocktails. "Anyway, I would be more than happy if you could help me out a little."
Your gaze briefly flicked between Satoru and Ajax, who eyed each other with barely concealed irritation, blending into an urge to dominate, to show you exactly who you were supposed to fuck with.
"And don't you worry. I will pay close attention to both of you." Your tipsy breath, followed by a drunk giggle, fanned over Ajax's flushed skin as you hugged them by their necks. "You have some private room here, don't you?"
"Turn your head just a little— ah, yes, just like that, pretty girl."
Satoru's big hand cupped your cheek, gently turning it. Lust in his hazy eyes completely swallowed the irises, wide-blown pupils watching your lips stretched obscenely around his thick girth. With saliva rolling down your chin, neck, and even breasts, your half-lidded gaze travelled up and down Satoru's figure: the sharp ridges of the abs, the mesmerising V-line and the plush pecs. His thumb brushed alongside his cock, bulging your cheek with a weirdly tender look.
That look made you clench violently, while Ajax's tongue devoured you. Your slick coated your thighs, trembling violently in his tight grip, after the two mind-blowing orgasms he had already pulled out of you.
God, you missed it. Missed a soft tongue sweeping circles on your twitching clit, practically feasting on your wet, sloppy folds.
"Oi, brat, slow down a little. She's all distracted," Satoru grumbled under his breath as you let out another high-pitched moan, eyes rolling in pleasure, and his glistening cock slipped out of your warm mouth.
"C-can't," Ajax finally pulled away; the dazed, completely pussy-drunk expression on his face pulled the knot tighter in your belly. He dragged his tongue down your thigh; a drunk gaze briefly flicking up to your face: flushed cheeks, parted lips in ecstasy, messy hair, eyes sparkling with need. He slowly licked his lips, all wet with your juices. "She's so fucking sweet. Maybe your cock is not enough to make her focused, old man?"
Satoru's eyes narrowed.
"Don't argue, both of you," a weak protest left you, not even close enough for two men to listen to you. Not with the syrupy, honeyed tone your voice dipped into. The dewy gaze only sent shivers of desire down their spines.
"We are not —," Satoru's grumble morphed into a loud, practically pornographic moan when you fisted his length. His cock weighed heavily in your palm — hot, throbbing, perfectly pink with an angry, flushed tip. Tongue running over the thick vein on the underside, you elicited more and more shaky whimpers from him, while Ajax kept lapping at your slick. "A-arguing."
His hand landed on the back of your head, fisting your hair mercilessly, the very moment you licked a big, fat stripe up his throbbing cock.
You pressed a quick kiss on his tip with a teasing grin. It already was licking with pre-cum, coating all his length in thick rivulets. Satoru followed your moves with a low chuckle.
"Vixen, aren't you?"
Ajax suddenly decided it was very high time to slide his thick fingers inside of your quivering heat. Curling two digits, he watched with grim satisfaction your fluttering walls angrily sucking him inside.
"Aw, look at her. Already sucking me. Greedy, greedy girl." A dopey smirk slowly spread on his glistening lips as he kept scissoring you, tongue circling your swollen nub messily.
Satoru gritted something through his teeth. The heat pooled dangerously in your core. A weak gasp escaped you when he changed his position; the next thing you set your eyes on was his massive cock, hanging right in front of you.
"I am growing a little tired. Open your mouth, baby. I hope you won't mind it, pretty girl, will you?"
You shook your head, dragging a watery gaze to glance up at the man. He threw his head back with a low grunt, toned hips snapping to drive his length into the welcoming warmth of your mouth. With all the saliva and pre-cum rolling down your flushed skin, you hadn't looked more gorgeous in his eyes that evening.
"F-u-uck, yes, take all that. Bet your prick's old dick couldn't even compare to mine?" The tip of his cock prodded at the back of your throat, but you forced it to relax. Satoru's watery gaze took you in, drifting over the prominent bulge in your throat. Despite him holding you down until your nose touched the white hair at the base of his cock, his hold on your hair was…gentle. "Breathe, baby, don't forget about it."
"Our cocks, old man."
Ajax's amused voice pulled you out of the delirium. With each knowing stroke of his tongue, and two— wait, now three fingers massaging your plushy walls and reaching the spots you hadn't even thought existed, the third orgasm would hit like a freight train. You locked your thighs in a vice-like grip around his head; Ajax didn't mind being suffocated like it in the slightest. His loud moan reverberated through your pussy as he wrapped his palm around his cock, throbbing, pulsating with need to be buried inside your walls.
"S-shit, I am cummin'"
Your throat constricted with the effort to take all Satoru's fat length in your mouth. Heavy balls smacking against your face as you choked around his girth, nails digging into his hips. Your orgasm dangerously built in the base of your spine, spreading like a wildfire. Judging by Satoru's grunts and whimpers rising in pitch, his hips losing all the measured tempo, turning into animalistic thrusts, his as well.
"Fuck, I am close, almost there, just a little —"
The high felt like a sudden wave, overwhelming and thunderous. Satoru above you cummed as well, his seed flooding your throat in thick white ropes. A broken whimper spilt from Ajax's lips when he feverishly fisted his cock at your taste and the sight of your pulsating hole.
Chest rising rapidly, head dizzy with pleasure, you let a bewildered gasp, being swiftly manhandled by the pair of strong hands to stand up on the silky sheets. With a quiet whimper, you gripped the biceps to balance yourself, burying your face in the crook of Ajax's shoulder, as it turned out.
"C'mere, pretty girl," his low, purring voice soothed your nerves, but his hand, jerking his cock, so the flushed tip rubbed right against your wet folds, told another story. A loud moan tore from your chest as you feverishly bucked your hips to meet his movements — all the previous orgasms didn't seem to have the slightest toll on you — allowing his rotund cockhead to slip freely with wet shlick-shlick-shlick.
"D-don't tease, Ajax," sobbing his name, you let another high-pitched whimper. Every slow, lazy grind of his hips drove you crazy with lust.
To your disappointment, Ajax only chuckled. His lips grazed the top of your head as he mockingly cooed over you.
"Aw, is there something you want, princess? Say please."
You pulled away with a weak huff that immediately morphed into a whine when Ajax deliberately rolled his cockhead against your clit. The jolt hitting your body earned amused glances and laughs from both men.
"Sa-Satoru, te-tell him," you attempted to earn some sympathy from Satoru, looking up, a pout gracing your lips.
"As much as I hate saying this," he purred over your ear, gently nibbling at the shell, kissing his way down your neck to taste the salty skin. A surprised gasp left you as he suddenly sucked on your collarbone, hard, immediately soothing it. "But the punk is right. You gotta ask for something to have it."
In any other situation, you would huff in indignation, curse and swear, if not for the need to feel the hot, pulsating cock inside you and get fucked dumb. Judging by Satoru's already hard length, pressing oh-so-pleasantly against the small of your back, and the violent twitch of Ajax's cock, smeared with cum, the men had the same thoughts.
Finally, they decided to show you mercy.
"S-shit, you're s-so tight," Ajax's hot breath fanned over your cheek. He slowly pushed inside, filling you inch by thick inch. Panting heavily, trying your best to accommodate his length, you leaned back against Satoru's sturdy shoulder, who immediately nosed at your tender skin.
"Such a good girl for us. Take it all, princess." One of his hands was possessively draped over your waist, holding you in place, while the other lazily travelled up to palm at the swell of your breasts.
"Oh fuck, she clenched around even m-more," Ajax moaned at the way your pussy desperately clamped around him, wide blue eyes glued to the place you both connected. Transfixed, he watched your hole stretching around his veiny cock, slowly yet surely disappearing inside your walls.
Meanwhile, Satoru didn't waste any time playing with your sensitive breasts. Pinching your nipple, he softly rolled it between the thick fingers; his raspy murmur drove you crazy with sensations.
"Try a little harder, 'kay? Because baby, if you struggle to take that brat, what are you going to do with me, huh?"
You hate that Satoru wasn't even exaggerating. After gagging on his fat cock, you were more than certain that you had to work for that.
Suffice to say, his words finally pushed both you and Ajax; he bottomed inside you with a throaty groan. Slowly withdrawing his hips, leaving just a tip inside you, he thrusted back. That rough, punishing rhythm knocked every plausible thought from you. Your cheating husband was the last thing on your mind, not with the way Satoru's digits drew tight circles on your swollen clit, and the long drags of Ajax's cock against your walls. He carded his fingers through the ginger hair, brushing it away from the forehead. A cocky, arrogant chuckle followed.
"That old prick hadn't fuck you at all?"
Ajax slurred against your lips, pulling away after the sloppy, messy kiss, all tongues and saliva. Jaw slackening from all the ecstasy, blissed out, you could only muster whined-out versions of their names.
His hand came to cup the back of your head, angling it for better access. The last you expected from that…arrangement was momentary weakness, swirling in his deep blue eyes — the shade way darker than Satoru's, rather resembling a deadly ocean than a calm breeze. You stared, unblinking, as their void pulled you in deeper and deeper.
Almost echoing with his harsh thrusts.
"S-so g-good, oh, yes!" A sudden cry left your lips; your body shuddered with pleasure once again when Ajax expertly angled his hips to plummet at your sweet spot.
"There?"
"Yes, yes, yes, ha-harder, please!"
"Oh, I'll give you harder, madame."
You barely heard Satoru's breathy laugh, something about lines of "don't try too hard, punk", but the restraint in his voice and the shortness of his breath were a deadly giveaway.
The lewd sound of the balls slapping against your thighs and backside filled the room. Ajax kept his promise, driving his cock inside your spasming harder and harder. As if he intended to erase every memory of your husband with the sheer power of his magic cock. You weren't going to lie — he was insanely good at this; his length reached all the spots inside, the mushroom tip prodding at your cervix, kissing it passionately.
"I am close, so close, fu-fu-u-ck!"
"Inside," you whispered immediately. His cock pulsated violently, the balls tightened with the need to empty in you, and you easily granted that wish. The thick creamy seed flooded you, so much that it shamelessly oozed from your quivering hole, rolling down your trembling legs and staining the red sheets beneath you.
As your orgasm washed over you, you wondered.
If Ajax felt like that, all long and veiny, how would Satoru fuck you? Were you going to make it out alive?
"Relax, angel," Satoru drawled playfully; the teasing drag in his voice was enough for the blush to creep your cheeks almost shyly. Another delighted giggle left you when Ajax's hands surprisingly gently rubbed the skin of your inner thighs; the giggle, however, quickly morphed into a gasp — he lewdly licked each finger, now coated in remnants of pungent cum and your juices.
You tried to look away, really did, but the view was too sinful to tear your gaze apart. Until he decided you had enough gawking and pulled you into a kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, letting you taste your own taste.
"Feel that? Sweet, isn't it? I could eat you for the rest of my life." A boyish grin broke on Ajax's face at your bewildered nod. He almost dipped for another kiss when Satoru firmly cut him off and…swiftly manhandled you. You clawed on his biceps to find your balance, now all spread on his torso for both men to feast on you. Facing Satoru, you let your half-lidded gaze soak into his features: the perfectly sculpted lips, the bridge of his nose, the eyes, those eyes, now turning dark blue with searing lust.
His lips curled into a lopsided smirk. "See something you like, pretty girl?"
Meanwhile, his hand slid down your body, fingertips grazing your spine, and roughly palmed your ass to deliver a loud smack!
"Satoru!"
"Easy there, man!"
Satoru only rolled his eyes, already aligning his glistening cock with your weeping entrance. Your indignant puff and Ajax's half-assed protest fell on his deaf ears. Ajax was already running his hand over your back and slightly pressing on it for a better arch, so you didn't trust his words at all.
You thought you were already familiar with Satoru's sheer girth. Really did.
Turned out nothing could prepare you for getting fucking split on that fat cock. You panted heavily, whined, writhed in his unyielding hold, moaning, and clawed your nails into his plush pecs.
"F-fuck! Slow down, Satoru, ple— oh, shit!"
But damn, you were determined to get him fully seathed inside! The determination to be absolutely fucked out ruled you that moment. Tapping out wasn't even an option.
You still had a lot of things to do, after all.
His abs flexed with an effort not to move. Absent-mindedly, your eyes traced the droplet of sweat rolling down a sharp cheekbone. Your gazes met: his cock twitched violently within you. You couldn't do this anymore and hissed under your breath.
"Are you in yet?"
That bastard — if not for that cock you would've strangled him — lazily tilted his head, making a whole ass show of checking and dragged his eyes back at you with a deliberate shrug.
"A half."
"A HALF!?
Cackling sounds from behind you only added to the whole surrealism of that situation, paired with the wet, sloppy sounds of Ajax's jerking himself off.
Those assholes.
"Fuck you, really. Both of you!"
"I don't want to sound rude, angel, but right now it is you who's getting fucked."
"Well, no, I am being ridiculed now, because —"
The last famous words before Satoru pushed all the way in, successfully rendering you speechless. True sorcery, no less.
Satoru was everywhere, an all-consuming, encompassing force: relentlessly pistoning his hips up, up and up, with that thick mushroom tip deliriously hammering right against your sweet spot, whispering all kinds of dirty things in your ear.
"You're so beautiful, princess. Taking all of me like a good little slut you are. Aw, what, you liked that? You like being called a slut? A dripping mess."
The only response he got was your loud whimper and the violent way your pussy just clenched around him. However, he didn't like it. Harshly gripping your ass, Satoru pulled you on his cock in a punishing rhythm.
"Such a cute cocksleeve for me. Da-a-a-mn, just look at you. Betcha your old asshole would bust just from the sight. You think so, punk?" His searing whisper painted your cheeks in deep crimson. Embarrassed but so fucking horny, you hid your face in Satoru's chest and didn't even hear what cocky response Ajax had.
"No hiding. Eyes on me, angel."
The force of his next brutal thrusts knocked all the air from your lungs. Still, you shook your head with a pathetic whine. Low grunts, harsh hisses, moans, and whimpers echoed through the room alongside the squelching lewd sounds of your cunt being split open; the club music blended into the background.
To your huge disappointment, Satoru's pace slowed, changing to languid strokes and coming to a complete halt.
"No-no-no, please, move, Satoru, please, I need it, need it so bad, I can't!"
"I told you not to hide, didn't I? Bad girls don't deserve my cock, unless," his blue eyes flashed with a weird gleam as he lifted his head, winking at Ajax, already looming over you from behind. His lips brushed against your temple in a mockingly sweet kiss. "Unless you'll learn your lesson."
Too dazed, you limply smacked his chest, brows furrowed in confusion.
Until you felt Ajax's lengthy cock rubbing on your folds and smearing it with Satoru's pre-cum and your slick. Your eyes widened at the slow push and almost popped out of their sockets when his cock sank in your cunt as well.
With a strangled noise, you limply fell forward on Satoru; even his tight hold didn't help from the overwhelming pressure you felt. Ajax bottomed out with a groan, throwing his head back. Another jolt of desire shot through your body as you imagined that fucked-out expression on his boyishly handsome face, with ginger hair sticking to his forehead, his lips shaped in a perfect "O", and a cute pink blush to his pale cheeks, adorned with constellations of freckles.
Satoru snapped his hips hastily, driving his cock even deeper inside you. "Think you can do that? Handle both of us?"
You didn't have much of a choice, did you?
After a couple of minutes of bickering from both men and attempts to somehow accommodate within your velvety walls, they finally found a suitable pace. Unlucky for you, because the sensation of having two cocks snugly move within you, the pressure slowly melting into dizzying pleasure, searing through your body drove you absolutely crazy.
"Fuck, you're so tight, so wet. Feel me there, pretty?" Satoru's voice turned breathy with each thrust and orgasm they successfully coaxed from you. He ran his hand over your belly, pressing on the bulge of his cock.
"'m so full," you whimpered, speech slurred, and whined once again when Ajax slapped your ass.
"She's swallowing me whole, so greedy," chuckling in bewilderment, he spread the globes to watch his cock — the base of it was completely smeared in a write frothy ring — disappear in your cunt. "Greedy needy slut, aren't you?"
A muffled moan was his answer. You bucked your hips in a desperate rhythm to meet Ajax's thrusts. Satoru, a cocky asshole he was, only sped up, grinding his hips against you so deliciously, his pelvis rubbing against your clit. Their gooey cum smeared your thighs, rolling down the expensive sheets of the club VIP room.
And you felt them getting close again.
"Gonna cum," you hiccuped, fucked and delirious from pleasure, grabbing Satoru to somehow anchor you in present and sending glances over your shoulder to check on Ajax. What the fuck was with their stamina?!
"You're tapping on us? Oi, brat, I guess the princess had enough," Satoru brushed the lone strands off your forehead.
Ajax only laughed hoarsely. "I thought you would be tired by that moment. My respect, man."
Satoru clicked his tongue in annoyance and cockily ordered you, "Cum, baby. Make a mess on us."
The world faded into white noise and pleasure after Satoru's words pushed you over the edge. Blabbering their names in a mixture of curses and moans, you tensed around their cocks as your orgasm rippled through your body in shockwaves. A trembling mess, you weakly whimpered something and felt Ajax's collapse next to you on the bed. His strong hand immediately wrapped around your waist, tucking into his side. Now you were successfully sandwiched between two sweaty, muscled bodies.
You were right where you wanted to be.
However, the two men didn't allow you to rest very long. As soon as Ajax gently massaged the sore spots and Satoru thoroughly cleaned you, their hands started lingering on your shaky form with a very clear intent. His lips dragged sinful paths down your skin, somehow ending up lapping at your puffy folds, frothed up with their creampies, and…
"You sure it's alright?"
Your breath caught in your chest as you ran your hand through Ajax's ginger hair, glistening under the room's lights. The shudder ran through his body when the high from the coke finally hit him.
"Don't worry your pretty head about it, angel," Satoru licked the big stripe on your thigh and groaned, snorting a line from your skin as well. His pupils completely swallowed the irises — two black holes, pulling you into their orbits. He sent you a dazed smirk, already diving in to taste his (or not) cum on his tongue, fingers spreading the wet folds for a better view.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Ajax purred right next to Satoru, blinking in a haze. His fingers were already sinking inside you, curling, stretching, filling you. "And bred, if we're lucky."
"Wanna have a taste of yourself, punk?" Satoru looked at Ajax, brow lazily arched. The veiled challenge in his voice made you glance at both of them in curiosity, thighs already quivering bracketing their heads.
Ajax stared at him for a couple of seconds, examining. The euphoria from coke already took hold over his body, making him nod slowly.
"Bring it on, man."
Satoru didn't waste any time. His large palm cupped Ajax's cheek, thumb brushing against his jawline, and…Satoru kissed him.
A bright smile broke on your face at the sight of two men, who had just ruined you in a way you couldn't even imagine (and bickered with each other all the time).
Ajax let out a muffled moan; even sluggish, he didn't give in to Satoru's expertful tongue — you were more than aware of his skill. No, instead his tongue met Satoru's in a lazy dance as they both tasted each other.
Damn, that was hot. Heat already pooled in the low of your stomach when you dragged your fingers to rub your clit at the sight.
The night promised to be very fruitful.
Needless to say, your cheating husband was furious. Getting the photos and videos of his wife, soon to be very ex, fucked by two gorgeous men certainly wasn't on his agenda.
Staying in a single cabin with Satoru and Suguru during the summer camp is... interesting. Testing your self-restraint every single day. But one day, when news spreads that a killer is murdering other campers, you decide to make a final decision. Lose your virginity! Because in slashers, gays always die first!
part of slutty, slasher, summer
.༄. ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Femjo x F!Reader x Femguru ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ :: WLW :: horrorish?? :: summer camp :: set in late 80s :: killers and murderers :: filth with plot :: some yuri satosugu action :: virign reader x experienced satosugu :: slight manipulation :: fem!toji :: fem!sukuna :: use of slasher troupes :: threesome :: face sitting :: oral sex :: fingering :: slight comedy :: everyone is constantly horny ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ words: ꒰ 7.8k ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ notes: This one is a bit different from other stories from this series, following the honry and comedic side of slashers. Enjoy!
The sun smooched your cheeks with its sizzling kisses, beading salty droplets on your neck. The wind was almost stale, scorching your skin as you walked across the short-grassed plain towards one of the wooden cabins.
The children would arrive any minute now, and some nerve in your mind could already hear their screams. At least fifty munchkins would join a month-long summer camp, with the ten camp counsellors as their guardians. At first, it seemed like not enough. During training, everyone assured you that you would handle the kids. That they weren't that bad. Handling them would be fine, leaving the evenings free to hang out with other counsellors.
Yet right now, with shorts clinging to your thighs and top soaked in sweat, all you wanted was to jump into the closest lake and forget about being a responsible adult.
You looked at the wooden key chain with the carved number three. The counsellors' cabins were scattered around the camp, surrounded by the students' ones. You sighed, noticing that the numbers on the counsellors' cabins, to your tired dismay, were not in numerical order.
With a soft curse under your breath, you moved deeper into the camp, passing several buildings. The cafeteria, playroom, and a barn, likely used for children's parties. The birds chirped high in the tall trees, which, almost spitefully, cast very little shadow over your fragile frame.
The lake shimmered beneath a setting sun behind your back, with a small beach and a volleyball net ready for children's play.
Your hand tightened on the suitcase that rolled behind you at a snail's pace, while you tensed your shoulders from the heavy backpack.
Cabin number three appeared on the horizon, its number elegantly bending and curving like the sweetest reward. You had been dreaming of nothing but jumping into the quick shower to wash away the sweat from your burnt skin.
After a minute, you took the first steps onto the little porch and opened the front door. Woody fragrance immediately hit your nostrils, seeping into your marrow with the heavy warmth. Stepping further in, you looked around at the walls and simple, creamy furniture. The small table in the living room, the soft rug, a rather large sofa…
The sofa…
Oh.
"Oh my god!" you screamed, immediately covering your eyes. "I'm, uh, sorry, I didn't mean to–" walk in on you having a make-out session?
Right on the sofa lay two women. Your roommates for the next month, most probably. One with her breasts fully spilling past the gently slipped top, legs wrapped around someone's head. Fluffy, white, nuzzled into the woman's pussy, pushing soft, crying moans from her throat.
Both of them quickly turned your way, yet none felt as mortified as you.
"Apologies, sweets. We forgot ourselves," one of them said, and you soon heard the quiet rustle of clothes. A few snickers and laughs, then she added, "You can open your eyes now."
With even more sizzling warmth, you looked shyly at the two women standing right in the middle of the living room.
Beautiful.
Yet even such a word was too simple to capture their true beauty. Something else needed to be said.
Something about one woman's long, raven hair, falling softly to curl below her breasts. Of the lavender, cat-like eyes that curled up, and her plush, cherry lips, gently smudged with lipstick. Of her threaded-gold skin, seemingly smooched by the sun's kisses.
Oh, she was utterly breathtaking. And when your eyes fell down her heavy breaths and thick thighs wrapped by nothing but flimsy shorts, something in your heart panged.
Moving your look at her friend, a soft "Oh" slipped in shyness.
She looked so much different. Taller, leaner, with muscles bulging under her pale arms. Smaller breasts wrapped by a simple top, long legs dressed in loose bermuda shorts, brushed her knees. Almost unnaturally white hair curled at the end of her neck, falling rather messily, shaggy, right over the soft forehead.
Crystal-pale eyes looked at you with a hint of cheekiness, lips curled into a rather sly smile.
And then, there was… you. Sweating, panting, with a speeding heart and something else, something foreign, bubbling in your lower belly. Spreading a sort of eerie, yet unknown warmth all over your body, till you felt it dripping from the fingertips.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were… here."
The slightly shorter girl giggled, pushing a lock of dark hair back behind her ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's our fault. We thought we would finish quicker."
"That you would finish quicker." Her friend added, with a sly smile dancing on her handsome face.
Because that was the most accurate way to describe her. Handsome.
Beautiful seemed too plain to describe someone as ethereal. Someone who rather reminded you of the modern goddess, with her thick thighs spilling from the tight–
"I'm Suguru, by the way," she brought your thoughts back, although noticed a warm face peeking at her legs. "And that's Satoru."
You mumbled your name with a slightly hoarse voice.
"That's pretty," Satoru said, tilting her head slightly. "So you're also a camp counsellor. First time?"
You nodded, feeling the hellish heat still dancing behind your eyelids. Your fingers curled tighter around the suitcase handle as you cleared your throat.
"Yeah. I have summer break at university and thought about earning a few pennies."
Suguru hummed, nodding her head. "It's so fun, truly! It's our third time here. Other camp counsellors are also super nice-"
"I wouldn't exactly call Sukuna nice," Satoru added, walking your way slowly and grabbing the suitcase. "Let me show you our room, hm?"
Our sounded almost threatening. You knew there was no chance of a separate room, yet seeing a little performance you accidentally walked into, you found sharing a room with two women at opposite ends of your exact type seemed dangerous.
With still heated cheeks, you nodded and allowed her to lead farther into the cozy cabin. Suguru followed you two, her bare feet softly peeling off the wooden floor.
"She is nice around pretty girls," Suguru laughed, seeing the cherry flush creeping up your neck. "But may also be quite harsh, that's true. Toji, on the other side-"
Satoru scoffed, pushing one of the doors. "Sweets you better stay away from Toji. Dumb as hell and yet all the camp counsellors always land in her sheets."
You bit down on lower lip, letting out a soft chuckle. Satoru's eyes glimmered as he looked over her shoulder before inviting you in with a smile.
The room was small yet rather cozy, with three single beds, a wardrobe, and a window looking directly out over the lake. You immediately noticed that their single beds were snuggled together, while yours stayed on the other side of the room.
Suguru followed your gaze before her soft fingers wrapped around your arm. "Oh, we usually like to cuddle. It's, hm, warmer, you know?"
An it's a fucking hell outside, and sweat drips through my butt cheeks; I almost slipped past your lips, yet you answered them with a simple nod.
Satoru hummed, her crystal eyes crashing with Suguru's lavender cheekiness. "I couldn't describe it better. Warm indeed. You can join us if you wish."
There was a moment of silence, stretching between the three of you like a silk thread. Almost invisible, thin, yet pulling your bodies towards each other, seeping into the thinness of your spines.
The world spun before your eyes, and bubbling warmth filled your belly. Your lips curled into a clumsy smile. Fingers tucked a lock of hair back behind a warm ear before you coughed shyly, "It's okay. I'm quite fine by myself."
Satoru hummed, eyeing your face.
The heaviness of her gaze settled on your chest, and Suguru's sweet, slightly musky sweat wrapped around your senses.
Satoru leaned against the doorframe as she clicked her tongue, then draped her arm over Suguru's shoulders. "The bathroom's over there. Take a quick shower and join us in ten minutes. The kids will be here soon, buzzing around like a swarm of ants, so get ready."
You nodded before seeing them out further into the house. After a few muffled giggles and Suguru's, "She's so pretty, isn't she?" followed by Satoru's hum, the cabin's door closed.
Leaving you sweating and panting, with a sticky mess seeping through the drenched panties.
Oh, the next month will be nothing but pure hell.
You sighed, grabbed fresh shorts from your suitcase, and snatched the red, tight, camp staff top from your bed before stepping into the cold shower. The icy water ran down your spine like the glacial waves of heavy snow. Only a freezing shower could truly reset your senses, washing away the scorching heat that coursed through your veins.
With still slightly wet hair, and sunglasses high in your nose, you left the house.
The main cabin for all the camp counsellors' meetings lay in the middle of the lush plain. Sunlight caressed your skin with gentle kisses, and birds chirped high in the forest trees, caging the campsite in their tight clutches.
As you approached the main cabin, faint laughter and shushing sounds surrounded you. The sense that most of the counsellors already knew each other felt like a prickling sensation on your skin, and so you took a deep breath.
The house was a bit bigger, with the door wide open as if inviting you in. Voices merged into a chaotic splash of cheer, making you even more nervous. Biting your lower lip, you lingered a few seconds in front of the low steps, fingers fiddling with the hem of your tight shirt, sweat beading at the back of your neck.
One step after another, you walked up the porch, stress already eating you alive, when-
"Auch," you hissed, bumping into someone's big body. "I'm sorry."
Yet when you raised your eyes, your voice suddenly got sucked into your throat.
A woman stood there. Another, utterly beautiful, yet with a sly smirk playing on her cut lips and her emerald eyes slightly squinted. She seemed oh-so-much more muscular than Satoru and Suguru, with heavy breasts hidden tightly beneath her counsellor's shirt and beefy arms slick with glistening sweat.
The heat again hit your cheeks as you coughed awkwardly and took a step to the side.
"Sorry for standing at the entrance."
She chuckled, her slightly raspy yet sweet voice kissing your ears.
"It's okay, sweetie." Her eyes fell to the camp staff sign printed in white on your red top, lingering a moment longer. To trace the skin of your breasts, shimmering with a gentle sheen of sweat beneath the feverish sun, before slowly drifting back to your eyes. "You're our new girl, right?"
Her voice dropped low on our part, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Though you longed for nothing more than to drown yourself in the nearby lake.
"That must be me," you laughed awkwardly, pushing a hum past her lips. "Am I the only one who's new here?"
She looked over her shoulder, eyes falling on someone inside the cabin. "Well, it seems so. Not many students want to spend their holidays with a bunch of noisy kids. We've been hanging out together for the past few years. Getting our fun at night and keeping the brats clean during the day."
You laughed softly again, peeking inside the cabin too. You've caught a peek of Satoru's snowy hair and Suguru's hips straddling her thighs.
"I'm Toji, by the way," the woman said, stretching her hand.
Oh.
Toji.
The one Satoru told you to avoid at any cost.
Great.
You shook it, shyly stammering your name too. Her emerald eyes locked you in place; her slightly tilted head forced a few raven strands to fall loosely over her shoulder.
Although a few calluses coated her palm, it still felt smooth. Delicate, with long fingers brushing yours.
"I'm responsible for sports here," she said, pulling you a little closer. She leaned in to meet your gaze, then smiled cheekily. "Do you like sports, sweets?"
"Why?" fell softly, as you traced the beauty of her face. Your throat bobbed; fingers went slightly limp within her grasp. "Do you want to teach me?"
Only after the words fell from your lips did you realise how flirty they sounded. How silly yet cute you seemed, asking such a question – a clear and open invitation to sex.
"It depends on how good you are at cardio." Her giggle set your cheeks on fire, and, oh, she seemed to take so much pleasure in all your humiliating reactions. "Although I don't mind if you, hm, prefer to be on the more relaxed side. If you want, my cabin–"
Yet before she could finish, someone pulled you away from her grasp, hugging you to their soft side.
Soft, plush, slightly sticky, carrying a sweet, flowery fragrance, only then did you notice that your cheek was plastered against Suguru's soft breasts. With her boobs barely contained by the camp staff top, she held you in an almost protective, motherly hug, as if trying to guard you from danger.
"You really have the audacity to go after the new girl," Satoru hissed, standing in front of you and Suguru. In a similarly protective manner, she crossed her muscular arms over her chest.
Toji rolled her eyes. "I don't see how that's your problem."
You felt dumbstruck, clammy, yet cosy, with your cheek pressed to Suguru's softness and her gentle hand brushing your hair.
"Are you okay, sweets?" She cooed, sweet breath hitting your cheeks.
You barely managed to nod, pulling yourself back slightly. Suguru was a little taller than you, so her lavender eyes looked down at your warm face with a tender gaze. Fingers tucked a few strands back behind your ear; thumbs brushed your cheeks.
"Oh, you're a bit warmish."
"No, i-it's okay," you gave her a weak smile, pulling yourself away from her touch. "I overheated myself a bit… I guess."
Satoru and Satoru and Toji were still bickering on the side, yet you gave them no mind. Not when Suguru was still watching your face so carefully, and a few other people were staring at your little performance from inside.
Only then did you notice that you were all standing in the small living room. Large doors led to the terrace, and a faint breeze from a weak fan barely cooled the faces of the other camp counsellors. They all sank onto brown sofas, sighing heavily as they watched Satoru and Toji.
A girl with long, blond hair muttered, "I hope they live on the other side of the camp."
"I hope they won't try to drown each other like last year." Added the only guy sitting in the living room.
With dark hair brushing his shoulders and tired, slightly purplish under-eyes.
"Well, Satoru sucks at swimming, so I don't know why she tried to challenge Toji."
Suguru shot her head towards the girl with a cigarette hanging off her lips, eyes throwing cold daggers. "She's not that bad."
The girl chuckled. Before she could light a cigarette, another woman snatched it from her lips and broke it in half.
"That's it. Can we please focus before the kids arrive?"
She stood in the middle of the living room, squinting at all the staff seated on the sofa. Blond locks fell down her spine, coiling into a long braid. Sunglasses rested on her head, a folder of documents waiting silently between her hands.
Her shirt was different from others, with a camp chief stretched on her breasts.
"Hi, I'm Nanami," she smiled, coming slowly towards you. "Sorry for all of this. Some of our camp counsellors still don't know how to behave."
Her blue eyes narrowed at Satoru and Toji, who were now entering the cabin. Toji sat on the sofa next to another muscular woman with pink hair, while Satoru wrapped her arms around your and Suguru's shoulders.
Nanami looked at the three of you with a smile dancing on her tired lips. "I see you already had a chance to meet your new roommates?"
You nodded, yet before any words could leave your lips, Satoru pulled you closer to her chest. Smaller than Suguru's, yet spreading a comforting mix of sweat and sweetness that made your mind go balmy.
"Of course, we're besties already, right?"
"Yeah," you murmured, feeling her blue eyes look down at your cheeks. Oogling the heat creeping up your cheeks and a shy nod that made her fingers dig deeper into your arm. "We a-are."
Oh, you were so fucked.
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You thought living with Satoru and Suguru would be manageable. That they would somehow control themselves around you.
That the camp you were working at for the past week wasn't just a yearly meeting made up of only hot women and one actually helpful guy, whose main devilish aim was to seduce you.
During the day, you all worked together with the children, organising a range of events, from swimming classes and archery to arts and crafts, even building bases in the woods, before the brats went off to rest, allowing all the staff to enjoy their time by the fireplace.
When you were taking the children to swimming class, Toji and Sukuna were already there. With muscular arms glistening in the sunlight, tight swimsuits barely covering their tits and nothing but cheeky shorts wrapped around their hips.
You couldn't keep track of how often they tried to pull you into the lake. You noticed their eyes linger on your body as you entered the water in a swimsuit. Fingers were gentle as Sukuna corrected your posture, softly saying, "good girl, like that, mhm, that's perfect." Her crimson eyes fixed on your slowly rising breasts, her hands beneath your back as you floated on the water, supported by her arms.
"You're a natural, baby. Doing so well for me."
And so, after the morning swimming classes – which were meant for children, not you – a cold shower was quite needed.
In the afternoon, when you joined archery with your assigned group of children, Satoru kept putting her hands on your hips. Pulling them toward her, with lips close to your ear, warm breath tingling across your skin like petal kisses, as she whispered instructions on how to draw a bow.
"You should feel it here," fingers pressing some spot on your back. "Mhm, that's good. Correct your stance. Push your hips a bit further back."
You took a deep breath, feeling her hips brushing against your ass.
"Shouldn't you look at childr–"
"They're fine. Let's focus on you, sweets."
Thus, after the archery class, a shower was needed too. Cold, like the glacier peaks of unfathomable mountains, as you tried to think about anything but Satoru's long fingers making circles on your hips.
During the arts and crafts with Suguru, oh dearest. She was always eager to sit behind you. With her heavy bust pressed against your back, cherry lips near your ear, chin resting on your shoulder.
"Press it a bit harder, sweets," she would mutter, wrapping your linked hands around the clay vase. "That's good. Now make gentle circles here. This way, we'll get a nice pattern, hm?"
But you couldn't focus on her words at all. Not when her sweetness heightened your fever, and gentle touch of skin made your mind whirl. Raven hair, always fragrant with the richest fruits, carried hints of peach, raspberry, and soft lavender, tumbling over your shoulder as she watched you from behind. Her lavender eyes followed your awkward effort to craft a vase from clay.
"You're doing great," she giggled, pushing a low chuckle past your lips.
"Am I? The ten-year-olds seem to be doing better than me."
Suguru shook her head, breast pressing to your back tighter. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. I'm quite good with my hands."
And as you might have guessed, the pottery class was also ending with a cold shower. The one that would finish with your soft moans echoing off the small bathroom, while one of your hands was pressed to your lips, another playing with your swollen clit. Smearing the stickiness all over your drenched pussy, thigh, feeling the desperate clenching of your walls as if in need to feel something longer, softer.
Something reminding you of Satoru's long, pale fingers and Suguru's strong pressure.
For the past week, you've felt as if the hormonal rush of our teenage years had hit you twice as hard. The horny sensation that seemed never to leave your body. The heat lingering in your cheeks and chest, constantly bubbling deep within your lower belly.
Living with Satoru and Suguru was a mix of a nightmare and every lesbian's dream. They fucked almost every night, with soft whispers and giggles filling your small bedroom, as if you weren't even there.
But they knew you were.
They knew because every night, Satoru whispered, "She looks so pretty when she sleeps," and your name, softly spoken by Suguru while she was climaxing, kept echoing in your ears.
Their pants and moans and cries, with the nasty squelch echoing off the wooden walls, when Suguru was eating Satoru's drenched pussy with wet smacks.
And as you lay with your back turned their way, facing the wall, you simply couldn't help but let your hand slowly fall between your thighs.
To push the muffled breaths into your pillow, while fingers rolled the plump clit. To allow yourself to get aroused, wretched, upon hearing their soft moans and cries. Suguru's fingers slipping deep inside Satoru's pussy. Satoru changing their positions, to press her drenched folds to Suguru's. Lips wrapping around her full breasts, tongue swirling around her nipple, as her hips moved.
The squelching friction of their cunts rolling against each other made your head spin. Your fingers rolled the clit harder, thighs clenched at the sheer thought of feeling their tongues, fingers, lips on your body.
Oh, you truly hoped they couldn't see your body writhing in the darkness of your shared room, with your bed neatly tucked into the dimmest corner. And thank fucking God.
Their climax always sounded lovely. Almost too sugary, with the softest moans slipping past their lips, when they both cummed in each other's wet, sweating embrace.
The room was filled with nothing but the smell of their arousal, pinching your spine as you let yourself cum too. Shyly, silently, as if you didn't want them to know how badly you wanted to join.
But your virgin mind was simply too… shy to ask. Horny? Oh, dearest, you've never felt as horny as you have over the past week. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to agree to Satoru's repeated offers to join your beds.
To allow Suguru wrap her arms around your waist, when she was slipping behind you in the kitchen.
Their touch set your body aflame, and most of the time you simply tried to wriggle yourself out of it.
And then, during one evening, you might have spilt a few intimate details about yourself, setting in motion a chain of consequences that would soon spin your whole world.
When all the camp counsellors met by the fireplace, with a light wine and food, simply enjoying spending your time together.
Yuki, Choso, Nanami, your two nasty swimming teachers, Shoko and even Utahime too. A sweet camp cook, who always left a few extra cookies for you on the side.
"Oh, you're a virgin?" Satoru was almost dumbfounded, and Suguru slightly smacked the back of her head.
"As if there's anything wrong with it!" She said, already a bit tipsy.
"Of course there's nothing wrong with it," Satoru hummed. "You just don't look like the type."
Oh, truly, because from your perspective, it couldn't be clearer that all their soft touches and whispers were driving you absolutely mad.
"Well, I'll take it as a compliment then. I never had a, you know. A chance," your tongue was already overly loose, yet mind too tipsy to stop the blabbering.
You didn't mean to reveal this secret. Not with all the women who were forcing you to act like a horny teenage boy.
But the atmosphere was sweet, Suguru placed soft circles on your lower back, and Satoru sat on the grass, leaning against your legs, as you sat on the thick log.
"Never had a boyfriend?"
Fire kissed her pale cheeks gently, casting a soft glow on the side of her face. Crystal eyes looked up, gazing at your plush lips twisting into an awkward smile.
"No, I've never had… a girlfriend," your eyes fell down your slippers, fingers tugging on the soft end of your hoodie. "I come from a small town, so it was difficult to find anyone."
Because all the other lesbians lived in secret, just waiting for a chance to leave for their studies, just as you did. Even at university, finding love still seemed quite difficult.
You weren't sure if the issue was yourself or just that you hadn't met a woman who would truly set your heart aflame.
Well, at least until now.
An awkward silence stretched among you all, and you groaned, feeling utter embarrassment that those new people knew about your little secret. Dearest heavens, you shouldn't drink with them again.
With head hanging between your shoulders, you stared down at Satoru’s cheeky face. Slightly curled lips, eyes shining wickedly, as Suguru squeezed your thigh.
"At least you'll be the one who survives if the killer gets us," Yuki suddenly chuckled, pushing a soft marshmallow into her mouth.
You furrowed, looking between all the other people who groaned. Choso shook his head, while Toji only sighed, taking another can of beer.
“What killer?” you asked, looking at Nanami.
The only reliable one, always mostly polite, acting in an almost gentlemanly way. She sighed and shook her head.
"Well, there's a story going on. About the guy who drowned here as a child because of the counsellors' negligence. He supposedly lives somewhere in these woods, killing the staff and campers," she said softly, yet the fire smouldering her cheeks gave her an eerie aura. The one washing cold shivers down your spine. Seeing your twisted face, Nanami chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just a fable. As you can see, we're all alive."
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling Satoru wriggle by your legs. Her head fell back on your knees, hair scattering around the milky forehead as she winked.
"Don't worry, sweets, I'll protect you."
Your eyes rolled, yet fingers clenched tighter on the log's edge.
"No, he's alive. I know it. And you should be happy you're a virgin, because virgins always survive in slashers," Yuki stuck out her tongue, tipsy head falling onto Choso's shoulder as she posed as dead.
Utahime, sitting on the ground in a similar way to Satoru and allowing Shoko to brush her hair, pinched Yuki's calf.
"Stop blabbering! You're scaring the shit out of me."
You chuckled, yet a sudden thought slipped into your mind. Your forehead visibly wrinkled, fingers tapped on the log, as Satoru looked at you from below.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" She asked, while Suguru tucked a lock of your hair behind the ear.
"Well," you started, tilting your head. "Virgins survive, but gays always die first. So if the killers come, most of us will be their first target."
Another thread of silence stretched between a few people seated around the bonfire. The evening was deep, slipping slowly into night. Moonlight crept through the thick trees, and the lake settled into a peaceful slumber, allowing a few frogs to sit on the warm stones and chirp like crickets among the bushes. Crickets sang a soft melody, mingling with the fire's gentle crackle.
Yuki furrowed her forehead, clearly thinking about your words.
"Oh, you may be right. So even if you are a virgin, you'll die anyway," she giggled, her head falling drunkenly down Choso's thighs.
He sighed, brushing away the blond locks of her cheeky face and covering her tighter with a blanket.
Nanami shook her head, slowly rising. "Well, fortunately, there's no killer and no one has to die. It's just an old fable to scare the children," she shot you a smile. "Let's use it tomorrow on all the naughty brats trying to slip out of the cabins past curfew, hm?"
With that being said, the evening has ended. With Choso taking Yuki on his back, Shoko wrapping her arm around Utahime's shaking shoulder, Toji and Sukuna going back to their own cabin, while Satoru took her sweet time before slowly rising.
Suguru's cheek pressed softly against your shoulder, her gentle breath brushing you, creating a warm, soothing mist of her sweet aura around you.
"Don't worry, we won't let you die a virgin," she giggled, nuzzling herself closer against your arm.
And back then, while allowing Satoru to help you stand up from a log and wrap her arm around your and Suguru's shoulders, you had no idea how prophetic her words would turn out to be.
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Another week passed before all the camp counsellors gathered again. This time, inside the warm cabin, as the rain and storm danced over the towering trees, the midnight sky lit up here and there, with a deep, rumbling sound carried through the air.
This time, Satoru and Suguru stayed in your cabin, as if hoping to enjoy a bit of time alone. You left the house gladly, without even looking over your shoulder, shaking off the sticky warmth creeping up your neck with a tremble.
And up to your surprise, Sukuna and Toji also decided to skip the meeting.
"I think they caught a cold after morning swimming class," Nanami waved her hand. "They'll be fine, don't worry."
You nodded, plumping down on the brown sofa.
The gentle flicker of warm lamps lit the small room as you allowed yourself to relax and grow tipsy in the company of other staff. With Nanami, as usual, nodding with a smile and sipping wine; Yuki blabbering about all the embarrassments from previous years; Choso adding a few snippets of his own; and Shoko and Utahime busy with themselves.
Shoko wrapping the girl's hair around her finger, a grey smoke wrapping around Utahime's squirming nose.
A honeyed warmth filled your body, with the red wine trickling down your throat. Fogging your mind in an utterly pleasurable, almost balmy way, a feeling dangerously close to everything that pinched your body on those nights. When Satoru's tongue worked on Suguru's pussy more deliciously than usual, with the raven-haired girl's moans kissing your ears.
"Hm, I think it's time to do a quick round," Nanami sighed, looking outside into the heavy, rainy night.
Before she could stand, you pressed a palm to her thighs, sitting her back down. "You should rest. I'll go, don't worry."
Her chestnut eyes held yours for a moment before she nodded in thanks and let you slip into the warm storm. With an umbrella over your head and a flashlight in hand, you set out on the last evening walk.
Checking whether the kids didn't try to leave their cabins or spend the night with their friends. Whether the sixteen-year-old didn't have a foolish idea of slipping into the nearby woods to get drunk on cheap beers they managed to slip into their backpacks – you've been there and done that too, after all – or whether all the lights were off.
The crystal droplets bounced gently off the umbrella, sinking into the drenched, muddy earth. You walked slowly, humming softly, allowing yourself to breathe in the fresh, woody smell.
"Oh!" you gasped, slipping on something. Muggy, moist, sticking to your already wet shoes. "Ew, what is–"
But when the soft light fell to the ground – your throat tightened. Your heart throbbed, as if something heavy were hitting it with a hammer weighing a ton. The raspy breath was muffled by the heavy pattering rain as you stared at the crimson liquid pooling beneath your feet.
Carrying a metallic fragrance that tickled your nose in most unpleasing manner.
Your hand trembled, letting the umbrella slip into the muggy pool, light falling sharply on the bloody trail that led you deeper into the forest.
You shouldn't go.
Of course you shouldn't.
But what if one of the children was attacked? What if they needed your help? A weak, reckless child who came upon something, someone treacherous, hiding deep within the murky woods.
There's a story going on…
A wave of shivers ran down your spine, breath again slipped in a shudder.
"Fuck," you muttered, brushing droplets from your forehead with the back of your hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Rain drenched your skin, hair stuck to cheeks, as you slowly walked into the woods. Following the crimson trail that seeped deep into the mud, mingling with the rain and dirt, yet still letting you see the faint traces of the shining, burgundy droplets.
The trees seemed to draw closer, as if wishing to trap you inside. Lock you within the crooked branches, wrapping your hair around their petal leaves.
The faint traces of blood marked moist earth, before something else appeared.
Something black and silky, and soon you noticed it was the hair. Dark locks sticking to the pale skin, falling over the pale cheeks and slashed lips.
Toji.
And right next to her, a sprawled body with long, pink hair wrapping around the creamy skin, covering half of the crimson-stained face, so similar in colour to Sukuna's beautiful eyes.
A sharp cry fell past your lips. Your hand pressed to your lips as a thought of a murderer still being somewhere around quickly flashed through your mind.
How is it possible that no one heard the screams? Could the rain truly be that heavy, muffling the cries of your friends? After spending two weeks together in close company – friends, could they be?
You wished to touch them. To see where the blood was coming from. Whether it was still possible to save them.
But instead, with feet slipping on the sloppy mix of mud and blood, you ran back towards the camp. Specifically, your cabin, as you rumbled through the door and locked it tight behind you.
Drenched, terrified, with shaking hands and shuddered breath, you ran through the little hallway before storming into your bedroom.
"They're dead!" you cried, yet a second later a soft, "Oh" quickly joined.
You forgot why Satoru and Suguru stayed back. Why exactly you decided to leave the cabin.
As both of them were now sprawled naked on their connected beds, Suguru's thighs wide open, head slightly lolling to the side, fingers buried in Satoru's hair.
Satoru lying between Suguru's thick thighs, pushing them even wider, to lap through the drenched, swollen folds of her glistening pussy.
She looked over her shoulder with cheeks smeared in Suguru's cum, shooting you a sly smile. "Hi sweetie. What did you say?"
The familiar warmth started bubbling in your belly. Mixing with a dread, a shaken soul, a heart that wished to race out of the ribcage. The picture of Toji's and Sukuna's dead bodies merged with a full view of Suguru's sweet, dripping pussy.
Oh, you were a horrible person.
Horrible, horrible, horrible.
Egotistic and wicked and blinded by the horniness that was building up within your body for the past few weeks.
Both women stared at you with slightly tilted heads. The room was thick with their sweat and breath, a fog that clung to the windows, smooching them with creamy kisses.
"I want you to fuck me," slipped suddenly. "Both of you."
Satoru's lips fell open, crystal eyes slightly bulging. Suguru raised her eyebrows before she cleared her throat. "Sweetheart, did anything happen?"
But you didn't answer.
No, instead your shirt fell to the floor with a wet splash. Short followed soon after, before you finally took off the bra, allowing your soft breasts to spill past the lost cups.
You didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, yet the conversation from a week earlier hit you like a hammer. If you were meant to die anyway, there was no way in hell you would die a virgin.
So you joined them on the bed on all fours. Slowly drawing closer to Suguru's wicked, lavender eyes, before stopping right in front of her face.
The beauty unmatched, kissed by a thousand divine goddesses. With lips in a pout, bewitching gaze squinting into a kitty-like shape, as you placed a hand on her delicate cheek. Gliding your thumb over her lower lip, savouring the cosy warmth radiating from her sun-kissed skin.
"What are you waiting for?" She whispered, kissing your finger softly.
With a shuddering, deep breath, you pressed yourself against her. Her sweet lips and moaning puffs drew you closer. Her tongue met yours, teeth clashed, and saliva dripped down your chin from the messy kisses filling the foggy room.
Satoru hummed, and before you could turn her way, strong fingers wrapped around your ankles. Quickly pulling you away from Suguru's lips, turning you on your back, only to put you back into the same position. With thighs pressed to your chest, glistening pussy wide open for Satoru's beastly maw.
"Don't mind me," she giggled, lowering herself down to take a deep, groany smell of your cunt. "I'm going to make out with her."
Suguru sat beside you, looking down at your shocked, already dizzy face. With hair scattered across the pillow and slightly lidded eyes, she slipped her hand to brush your breasts.
"Hm, do you want to try too?" She asked, rolling your perked nipple between her fingers.
"Try wh–ah!" A cry fell past your lips when Satoru fully pressed her tongue to your pussy.
A feeling... impossible to describe. Nothing could ever match your poor attempt to pleasure yourself with those pitiful fingers of yours. The numerous toys you kept tightly hidden beneath your bed – vibrators that never satisfied, warming lubricants that yearned to mimic the true heat of Satoru's delicate tongue.
She hummed, sending trembles deep into your pussy and pushing another cry past your throat. Suguru giggled, drawing closer to peck your cheek.
"Do you want to eat me out?" she whispered, peppering your fallen lips with kisses. "I'm already so wet for you, sweetheart. Can I sit on your face?"
Oh, you dreamed only of feeling her thighs wrap around your cheeks. Feel her warmth close to your face, and you nodded. Her lips curled into a cheeky smile before she lowered herself over your face. Hands gripping the bed's wooden frame, cushy thighs brushing your cheeks.
"Stick out your tongue, sweetheart," she said, seeing you obediently do so. With sparkles of awe shining in your eyes as you looked at the woman hovering right over your face. "Mmm, such a good girl. Now, be gentle, ahh."
The moment her pussy met your tongue, something beneath your belly burst. She tasted simply like skin, with a slightly musky scent of sweat, yet your eyes rolled back at the sweetness spilling over your tongue. The sheer fact that you could finally taste her made your head spin, fingers clenching on her thighs to pull her closer.
Satoru chuckled, sucking on your clit softly. Licking, slurping, kissing the softness of your drenched pussy the same way you did it with Suguru's. One of her long, pale fingers poked your fluttering hole, pushing it gently through the tight walls.
"Sorry sweets, next time I'll use my strap," she hummed, feeling the plush clench around her fingers.
Suguru moaned softly as you sucked on her clit the same way Satoru sucked yours. In fact, you tried to mimic everything you felt. The slurps and smooches and nasty squelch, when her juices trickled down your tightened throat. Your moans hit her core whenever Satoru pressed her face closer to your pussy.
"Mhm, she's going to fuck both of us, one after another. What do you think, sweetheart?" Suguru brushed a few stray locks from your forehead, giggling at the deep furrow between your brows. "Oh my, so–ah–focused. Am I that good?"
So fucking good. So, so, so good, you wanted to say, but instead moaned loudly right into the plush of her pussy.
Your hands slipped up, tracing the smoothness of her thighs, hips, and belly, before finally cupping her heavy breasts. The flesh spilled between your fingers, with nipples just begging to be pinched, and you did so with genuine pleasure.
Nothing, really, brought you more pleasure than watching Suguru's body writhe in bliss on top of yours. Her hips moved against your tongue, head slightly tilted back, allowing raven locks to cascade down her back. Soft fingers gripped the bed frame as she began chasing the rising heat in her belly.
And you did it too, with tears swirling beneath your lids, as Satoru found your sweet spot. And, oh, she used this to her utmost wicked pleasure, massaging it with two long fingers, while licking your sweet, leaking cunt. With a cheeky smile of satisfaction tugging on her lips, seeing your belly rise and fall faster. Thighs clench around her head, hips rolling against her tongue.
"You're so close, sweets. Aren't you?"
You couldn't say anything. Not with Suguru's hips straddling your face, her warmth fully pressed to your starving mouth.
"Satoru, she's–ahh fuck–a bit busy," her velvety voice echoed somewhere from over your head, but you didn't notice.
In fact, you couldn't register anything, completely enwrapped by the pleasure coursing through your body. Your focus was solely on cumming and making Suguru climax, as you gently increased the pressure on her clit. Your tongue flicked inside her pussy, fingers rolling erect nipples, until she finally stilled on your face.
Her body shaking from pleasure, as you joined her with a pitiful moan. Letting yourself cum all over Satoru's face, as her strong arm pressed your belly to keep your wriggling hips in place. Giving your folds one last lick before slipping higher.
And higher, kissing the plush of your belly, the mound of your breasts, and when Suguru slipped herself off your drenched face, connecting her lips with yours.
"You did so well, sweets," she murmured, cupping your cheek. "Such a good girl."
She kissed you slowly, sweetly, much lighter than Suguru. With body pressed to yours, thigh between your wet legs. When she pulled away, a long stripe of crystal saliva connected your swollen lips.
Suguru cupped Satoru's cheeks and pulled her into a short kiss, swallowing each other's laughs and giggles.
You watched them with pure bliss and heavy breaths. Their naked bodies embraced one another with a passion you'd never had, yet you were ready to accept if only they wished to share it.
"How about we take care of Satoru together, hm?" Suguru asked, lavender eyes looking down at your dreamy face.
With a soft nod, you sat, letting Satoru fall down the plush pillows with a soft laugh.
"I'm fine, trust me," she said, yet watched you and Suguru slowly kiss down her body with a twinkle in her crystal eyes. "I'm–ah, fuck."
A low moan escaped her throat when your lips wrapped around one of her nipples, while Suguru took care of the other. Kissing, pinching, and sucking it gently before you started going down.
And down, through the lean, muscular belly and creamy hips, as you slowly spread her legs open. White pubes tickling your nose as you nuzzle your cheek into the mound of her pussy.
"How could I not return your kindness?" you giggled, watching a smile tug on Satoru's lips.
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that, hm?" She bit down on her lower lip, watching two beautiful, completely wet naked women nuzzle themselves between her spread thighs. "My sweet girls, next time remind me to bring a camera. Fuck, I would hang your photo over my–nghh."
Fluffy hair fell back as both you and Suguru started lapping through her folds. The saliva dripping from your tongue mixed with her creamy cum, as you both slurped on the wetness of her cunt.
Satoru looked down, another low, "Fucking hell," slipping past her lips.
As both you and Suguru started kissing right over her fluttering cunt. Licking her folds clear, before pressing your lips into one, as if wishing to taste Satoru's cum off your tongues. Sucking, drinking, moaning right into your throats, before going back to Satoru's pussy and lapping her with nasty squelch.
Your fingers pressing into her fluttering hole, brushing the soft, clenching walls till finally pressing something soft.
Something that forced a loud sigh past Satoru's lips and spread her thighs even wider. In a desperate need to feel her two beautiful girls get sugar high over her glistening cunt.
"Fuck, I'm close," she whispered, brushing away your and Suguru's locks from your faces. "So good, oh god, my sweet girls, you make me feel s-so good."
You sucked on her clit with a soft moan, hand already slipping down your body to press the swollen clit. Suguru thrusted her fingers in an almost brutal manner, yet still pressing onto Satoru's sweet spot with softness.
"Cum for us, baby," she whispered, her lavender eyes catching the crystal, blurring gaze. "Show us how good we make you feel. Our sweetheart has been working so hard to pleasure you, hm?"
Your eyes twinkled at seeing Satoru's face filled with pure pleasure. Small breasts heaving with rapid breaths, eyes half-closed, abdomen tightening to release the final droplets of creaminess, before a loud, sweet moan echoed in your ears.
Her cunt clenched on your and Suguru's fingers, a gush of liquid cum splashing all over your faces.
And together with Satoru's moans… something else crashed.
The door to your bedroom opened with a thud.
"Fuck, you already started?"
Something in your chest clenched. A sudden dread washed over you as you slowly looked over your shoulder to see no one but Toji and Sukuna. With a few traces of crimson still coating their faces, their hair fell wetly over their shoulders.
Seeing your bulging eyes, Sukuna chuckled. "Surprise, sweets."
You looked between her and Toji, your throat tight, before turning back to Satoru. An innocent, pouted smile twisted her lips, but it reminded you of a rather devilish creature.
"Listen, we just wanted to play a little prank."
Yet before you could say anything, someone's strong fingers settled on your hip. Perking them up, another hand pressed against your shoulders. With a slight turn, you noticed Sukuna taking off her wet top, while Toji was already looking down at your glistening cunt.
"Yeah, yeah, trick or treat, or whatever. I've been waiting too long for it, so how about you relax and let us take care of you, hm?"
You’re bouncing on his cock, hips slamming down hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the bedroom, when Satoru lets out a muffled sound.
“Mmmfgh-!”
His head is thrown back against the pillow, snowy hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes rolled halfway up in pure bliss. Your worn black panties are stuffed between his lips, the crotch pressed right against his tongue so your scent and taste flood his senses with every desperate inhale. He’s lost every ounce of composure, he's a whimpering, trembling mess beneath you.
It had started barely twenty minutes ago in the laundry room.
You’d walked in absentmindedly, only to freeze at the sight of Satoru hunched over the hamper, face buried in the same pair of your dirty panties he’s gagging on now. His blindfold was pushed up, cheeks tinted prettily, cock rock-hard and twitching visibly in his sweatpants as he inhaled you like he’d die without it. He’d startled when he saw you, pulling the fabric away with a quick, surprised blink of those striking eyes.
“Well… fuck,” he’d said, a low chuckle slipping out even as his cheeks stayed faintly warm.
“Didn’t expect you to be back so soon...”
You’d felt your own face burn, surprised and a little embarrassed by the scene before you. Instead of scolding him, you’d stepped closer, plucked the panties from his fingers and dragged him to your shared bedroom.
Now he’s paying for it in the best way. You brace both hands on his broad chest, nails digging into pale skin and ride him harder, lifting until just the fat head of his cock stretches your pussy, then slamming back down, again and again.
His muffled moans vibrate against the fabric in his mouth, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His hands clutch the headboard above him exactly like you ordered, knuckles white, veins standing out on his forearms as he fights the urge to grab your hips and fuck up into you.
“Such a needy boy, sniffing my dirty panties like a pervert.”
He whines loudly around the gag, hips jerking helplessly beneath you. His cock throbs violently inside your clenching heat. You don’t let up, grinding in tight, nasty circles that rub your clit perfectly against his base while your walls squeeze him tightly.
His whole body suddenly goes rigid. A desperate cry tears from his throat, muffled by your panties, as he starts to squirt, hot clear fluid floods deep into your pussy. It’s filthy, warm and slippery, leaking out around his shaft with every frantic twitch of his hips. He shakes hard through every spurt, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, moaning as he’s completely lost in the pleasure.
You keep grinding on his cock, hips rolling desperately as the warm, messy load he squirted inside you pushes you right over the edge. Your pussy clenches hard around him, thighs shaking as you cum with a soft moan, slick gushing out to mix with his own fluids and dripping down his balls on the sheets.
Panting, you slow down and gently pull the soaked panties from his mouth. He gasps for air, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny. You brush his white hair from his forehead, still seated on his cock.
“You knew I was coming,” you murmur, watching his face. “You let me catch you on purpose.”
Satoru meets your gaze, still flushed and breathing hard. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his swollen lips.
“Yeah… I knew,” he admits, voice rough and smug.
“Wanted you to walk in on me like that. Wanted you to take over and fuck me stupid.” He lets out a breathless chuckle.
Smiling, you lean down and kiss him.
“You're so dirty...” you whisper. He shivers under you, that smirk still on his lips as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.
Older!gojo who wants to relate to his younger girlfriend so he goes to yuuji to ask about the lingo ppl use nowadays.
Yuuji introduces him to tung tung tung sahur and the next time Gojo and u fuck he calls himself hung hung hung sahur and u instantly shrivel up and die on the spot
♡.. the 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓'𝐒 favourite pass-time after a gruelling mission? medical malpractice with his shy slutty nurse!
𝓒w. f. reader ⋮ smut ⋮ public sex ⋮ dirty-talk ⋮ panty fetish ⋮ humping ⋮ clit play ⋮ thigh fucking ⋮ size difference ⋮ slight asphyxiation ⋮ spanking
𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑺𝑬 than fucking your nurse fresh off of a mission?
… Uh. Not fucking your nurse?
In Satoru's defence, this was your fault. With those soft hands, those concerned eyes. And if you both really boiled it down to technicalities— who was the one who spotted the lil' tent in his pants?
That's right. Little Miss Pink Panties.
"Fuck these are cute." A sly finger coiled around the waistband, snapping it back into your angel skin.
Your stiffled whine was cuter. But what took the cake were your shaky knees.
You're pressed to the white infirmary wall. Pale uniform dress hiking with his large, mischievous hand feeling up your ass. Thumbing on the cleft.
"Satoru you're injured."
"And you're so wet."
He emphasised your squeak with a firm grind of his hips. Nursing the tent in his black pants.
Six eyes never lied, and right now? Your body was confessing all her nasty desires.
"Don't think I miss those damp thighs, sweetheart. Making a pretty mess for me, eh?"
The hand snakes around you, two fingers tracing your panties. Dancing right above your clit. His towering body flushed into yours. Wrapping you in his warmth, his scent, the all-consuming prowess of the Strongest's cursed energy.
Impatience urged him to unbuckle his belt. Using his other hand to nudge his already-leaking cock from his boxers, he occupied his fingers with the hot throbs of your clit.
Oh. Now that was a cute sound.
Satoru's blues dilated behind his blindfold. Wounds long forgotten. Lost in the sight of your pretty ass swaying back into him.
His digits stroked down. Tracing the outline of your swollen cunt. "Heh. Look at you. Takin' advantage of the injured?"
"You—" your indignant gasp widened his grin. "You started this!"
"Actually, these pretty panties did…" toying with the edge, he hummed. "After all, you were the one who bent over."
You huffed. He felt it against his chest.
"Pervert."
"Yeah?"
Cunning teeth traced your ear. Grinning into its warm fluster.
"Your the one twitching that cute lil' clit."
Fingers pinched. Tugging on the bud.
He used your jolt to his advantage. Timing the momentum to easily slip his cock between your thighs. The smooth glide over his pulsing veins scraped a hiss from the back of his throat.
Warm. Wet. Seeping into him and melting his mind to mush. Fuck. And he's the sinner here?
Your palms flattened on the wall. He watched your nails dig into it. Clawing as he found the perfect pace for a slow, nasty grind. Squishing your ass into his powerful hips and smearing your panties in slick.
Lace formed the perfect friction. Combined with your wetness to stir him into a slow rock. Cock sliding in-and-out, in-and-out. Gliding through the velvet of your thighs.
Hands wandered. One cupped your breast, thumbed on your perking nipple through that white dress that now looked too tight.
It was amusing, watching you try to decide whether to push into his palm on arch back into his dick.
"Getting desperate for it eh? What a slutty nurse we got here." Satoru's laugh was infuriatingly handsome. Deep, rich and dripping with sin as he dropped a hand to your panties, slipped them to the side.
His cock tucked into the fabric, heavy and throbbing into your swollen flesh. A ragged breath fanned above your scalp. Emphasising your drastic size difference.
"Fuck."
Dark shoes nudged under your heels, pushing you further onto your tippy toes. Squishing you flushed into him. Into the heat of his swollen cock ground eagerly between your thighs. "Mm. Think you're doing an amazing job. Can't feel a fucking thing other than this pretty pussy."
A sharp spank clapped through the quiet room. Joined by his hushed grunts and your whined moans. Each time he drove forward, your pelvis pressed further into the wall. Effectively trapping you between a literal rock and hard place. The cold chill of the sterile white— and the all-consuming heat pouring from his strong body.
Pulsing to the beat of your clit, Satoru's dick slotted between your folds. Rolling over the bud and stringing a sticky mess all over. Some gooped down your thighs. Dripped to the floor in a filthy puddle. .
When your moans stuttered louder, a hand slapped over your mouth. Suffocating you on his infuriatingly soft palm as he shoved the back of your head into his chest. Urging the perfect arch for his hips to smack just right against your ass.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap!
"Sshhh baby. This pussy's gonna send you to HR. That what you want?" His breath husked your ear. Cock strokes maddening to your spasming nerves.
"Medical malpractice with the Strongest? Oh imagine the gossip."
"Toru— hngh."
"Oh? That excite you?"
Another spank! His hand squeezed against your pitiful moan. Muffling your sweet calls of his name. Dancing that tender line of asphyxiation. All the better for him. He wanted you dizzy. Cross-eyed. Focused on nothing but his thick cock fucking your pretty thighs.
Panties smeared and messy, webbed in pre and your slippery pussy. Making his grinds all the nastier. "In that what're we waiting for?"
He husked, dragging his tip to your leaky slit. A thumb slipped down to spread it open, trickle your slick.
His voice rumbled. Drawling to your ear in that spine-shivering whisper.
"Maybe I should bully this sweet cunt here and now. Consider it…"
Big hands squished your thighs tight as he drove between your them. Amping the pressure into a dizzying sensation of his cock meshing on your trembling clit. All while you hiccuped and scrambled. Pressed to the wall and used by the Honoured One.
He chewed on your earlobe. Antagonising a shaky orgasm right out of you. And while your legs trembled and you croaked out his name, he cooed.
"Vital for my wellbeing. Now— pull those panties to the side for me."
you'd think a billionaire with infinite resources would just buy a damn candy factory when his sugar cravings hit. it should be that simple.
except, satoru is currently throwing a tantrum in his living room, aggressively tearing through his empty drawers like a deprived child.
"satoru, just use your black card," you sigh, barely glancing up from your phone. "order something. you look ridiculous."
"but that takes effort..." he lets out the biggest, most theatrical sigh ever in recorded history, rolling his shoulders with an annoyed click of his tongue whilst searching for whatever scraps are left.
and then, the furious rummaging suddenly comes to a halt. you can physically feel the moment his aquatic eyes pivot toward you upon realising: satoru is the strongest of his era (and apparently, the most charming as well). he doesn't need to order out when the sweetest dessert is sitting right on his couch.
before you can even brace yourself for impact, his muscly body traps you in, dropping his full mass onto you to pin your hips flush against the cushions. "get off me, you cocky idiot," you grumble, shoving uselessly at his shoulders. "i won't entertain whatever weird idea you have."
but he merely flashes that insufferable, shit-eating smirk, his fingers already sliding under your hem slyly. "c'monnn, don't be stingy. you wouldn't let your poor, hardworking satoru starve to death, would you?"
you roll your eyes and snap at him to cut it out, squirming and writhing beneath his deadweight to pry yourself free—but if there's one thing your friendship has taught you, it's that once satoru sets his mind to something, talking him out of it isn't an option.
fast forward twenty minutes, and any illusion of resistance has been thoroughly pulverized out of you.
now, you're sprawled bonelessly across his bed, your legs pinned wide over his broad shoulders while he buries his face disgustingly between your thighs. your cunt is a swollen mess, throbbing and pulsing around nothing as warm, sticky streams dribble down your thighs.
he’s already dragged two mind-melting orgasms out of you, leaving your stomach cramped and tight from the overload, but satoru hasn't given you a single second to catch your fucking breath. every time your body gives out to the ecstasy, his wet tongue just laps more sloppily at your sensitive clit, greedily drinking down the sweet nectar pulsing out of your core.
"s-satoru—" you manage to get your voice out, hands tangled helplessly in his messy locks, attempting to pull him off but he doesn't budge in the slightest. he just hums innocently against your sticky cunt, the vibration delivering a sharp jolt of bliss straight up to your soul. his pale, elegant fingers dig brutally into the meat of your inner thighs, keeping you locked in place as he slurps down your juices with a hunger that's nearly impossible to quench, wholly intent on flooding himself in your pleasure until his sweet tooth is finally satisfied.
WORKING AS one of the nurses for one of the biggest boxing promotions in the country meant professionalism wasn’t optional. Fighters would come in with split brows, fractured hands, busted ribs—they needed someone to stay calm and help them, nothing more.
So when Satoru swaggered into the medical room after another dominant win with nothing worse than a cut over his eyebrow, you treated him exactly like you would with any other boxer.
“Sit.” He obeyed with an dramatic expression, dropping onto the examination table before that familiar smug smirk formed on his face. “Anything for my favourite nurse.”
You didn’t even glance up from the tray to pay him any attention whilst you snapped on a pair of gloves. “I’m your only nurse.”
He leaned his elbows on his knees. “Exactly, makes the decision easy.” Ignoring him had become second nature.
You soaked a piece of gauze in some antiseptic before gently pressing it against the shallow cut. The moment it stung his shoulders twitched suddenly. “Ouch.” He said, clearly being over the top.
“I barely touched you.” You try not to roll your eyes at his dramatic behaviour. He shrugged, “I know.. but i thought if i complained enough, you’d kiss it better.” His blue eyes sparkled, clearly amused by his own teasing.
You look at him flatly. “No.” You say, focusing back on cleaning his cut, trying to just block his voice out. “Didn’t even hesitate.” He laughs, watching your concentrated face.
His hands move to your waist instead, running up your sides like he was purposely trying to distract you. “Stay still.” You snapped, but there was no heat behind it. “I’m trying.” He stopped moving his hands but he didn’t move them off your waist. “No you’re not.” A smile tugged at his lips.
You dabbed one last time at the cut before applying a small adhesive strip. “There.” You say, putting everything away again. But his smile didn’t fade. “So.. dinner?” He asks, leaning back on his hands. Despite being done cleaned up, he wasn’t making any move to leave.
You shake your head in response. “Coffee?” He tries again, only to get another refusal. “A walk?” You give him a sideways glance before shaking your head again. He sighs, pretending to think. “Breakfast?” You peeled off your gloves before throwing them in the bin. “No.” But his efforts did make you smile atleast, even though you were trying to stay professional, you couldn’t help it.
Once he saw your smile, his eyes lit up like he had just won something, proud he finally made you smile. “There it is.” He says, sliding off the examination table, standing up next to you.
You roll your eyes playfully, reaching for his medical chart, writing down a few notes down before handing it back to him. “Keep the cut clean. Any other problems just let me know.”
“Anything else?” He asks still making no attempt to leave just yet. “Yes.” You turn to him, his eyebrows lifted hopefully, assuming you had changed your mind on going out with him. “Stop flirting with your medical staff.”
He laughed softly before groaning, “okay, okay.” He finally starts to walk to the door, turning back to you just before he leaves. “See you soon, sweetheart.” But he knew he’d definitely try injuring himself more just to see you.
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18+ || satoru doesn’t handle your first time together too well ༉‧₊˚.
the first time you make satoru finish doesn’t go exactly as you’d imagined. it didn’t help that it’d been your first time with one another since making things official, obvious sexual tension spilling into the quiet, intimate moments more often that you’d willingly admit. you couldn’t make out with the man without having that irritating heat pooling low in your gut, throbbing of your core incessant despite no sort of attention being paid to it.
no suggestive touches, not even a bit of dry humping. just a hand resting heavy against the back of your head. fingers loosely intertwined in the hair at your nape, tongue probing at the seam of your lips, slipping into the warmth of your mouth. enough to cause a lingering ache even after separating.
the memory remains vivid in your mind. you and satoru have sex 3 weeks after making things official - the situation stems from kissing, no surprise there.
big hands cupping the sides your face, kisses straying from your swollen lips to across your cheeks, over your closed eyelids. you feel him already hard for you by the time you climb on his lap and frankly…everything else felt like a blur.
being ground against his thick bulge, hands tugging his shirt over his head. he’d been as eager as you were, eyes low-lidded and wanting.
perhaps the first sign of incoming disaster.
when you’re finally bare enough to notch his tip up against your entrance and sink down, it’s already been ages of teasing, first feeling of the warm hold of your cunt drawing a low whine out of him.
his eyes water almost instantly, hand grabbing at the swell of your hips to guide your journey down the length of his cock. thick and intimidatingly lengthy, far more than you think you can manage. the unfamiliar stretch draws a hiss out of you, tremor wracking through your frame.
“s-slow…go slowly.” you couldn’t hear him over the roar of blood in your ears, throwing an arm around his neck. resistance gives way inch by inch till you let yourself drop all the way down, clit flush to the snowy thatch of hair dusting his base. “…shit.”
silence hangs heavy in the air, punctuated by staggered breaths and the electrical hum of the aircon.
his grip on your hips twitch like he’s figuring out if to leave them there or shift the pair elsewhere. gaze never leaving your face, reading your expressions. “you don’t need to move yet. take your time, baby.”
as if not moving was ever an option. you really do appreciate the courtesy, but an itch that only the cock splitting you open can reach gnaws at your insides, driving the first real rise and fall that lodges satoru’s mushroom head somewhere deeper.
“mm, I’m fine. it’s…it’s good.” great, even. you grind against him in small, aborted movements. tip knocking everywhere that feels sensitive, pulling choked noises out of you.
with how good it feels, it only feels natural to speed up. slick collision of skin against skin filling the gaps between moans as you bounce yourself in his lap. “so, so good.”
satoru doesn’t know what to do with his hands, with himself. it’s not like he hasn’t done this before so he’s not going in completely blind but he suddenly can’t cling to a single clear thought.
your head drops to his shoulder almost dramatically, soft front curving into his own. his brain decides that its the perfect time to snap his hips upward, starting to meet your thrusts. low praise warming the side of your head. hands no longer useless, helping you lift and drop yourself down on his cock. “fuck. look at you taking it so well.”
“oh- haah—” your words fragment around building whines and mewls, partly muffled with how your face is now pushed up into his neck. “oh my g-god, satoru..”
as a certified specialist in the field of his own orgasms, the tight pull satoru feels in his balls is his first sign. it knocks any rhythm he’d built all the way off. well paced thrusts replaced by one harsh, uneven upward drive of his hips.
your reaction is instant, arching off his chest, head tipping back with a ragged call of his name. “don’t stop. please—“ hands bracing on his shoulders to rock yourself down against him harder. faster. “more. pleaseplease—”
satoru’s reaction to that is anything but graceful. rhythm breaking entirely, squeezing in one last uneven thrust up into you before his hips stutter.
“o-oh no. wait—“ his cock jerks against the sweltering heat of your walls near violently. gripping your hips hard enough that you can practically feel the marks his hold will leave. it’s his turn to hide his face in your neck as his hips jerk through it, spilling droplet after droplet of his hot release into you.
you don’t appear to catch on immediately, in your own world rolling away on his still hard cock, digging your nails into his nape. it registers 10 seconds late—the increased slickness that aids your movement, a newfound fullness added to where he’s already buried inside you. that and the fact that he’s not outright bouncing you in his lap anymore, of course. no praise against the side of your head.
satoru is nothing short of mortified, flushed down to his bare chest. barely getting an “…oh my god,” out past his lips.
“satoru?” that edge of pleasure temporarily recedes in the face your newfound realization. cheeks heating, corners of your mouth twitching in the beginning stages of a smile. “did you—“
“no. no to whatever the question is.”
never mind the fact that you hadn’t even gotten it out fully. doesn’t matter, you don’t need an explanation to know what happened.
“really?” you can’t help yourself, your grin spreads naturally, arousal surging despite remaining stationary. near painfully turned on despite the circumstances.
“..should I get off?” you shift ever so slightly, cock jostling inside you as you begin slowly sliding yourself back up. arousal slick inches reappearing bit by bit.
“what? no.” his head shoots up out of your neck, eyes wide and fixed on you. “please don't.” the words are immediate, no hesitation. hauling you back down his length, ass smacking against his thighs. barely paying mind to the overflow of messy, sticky cum spilling around his base. he keeps his grip firm on your hips, anchoring you to him.
“just…three minutes? give me like 3 minutes then we can go again.”
a/n: format might be weird because my laptop is temporarily #fried. how do people do this on mobile lol wtf (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) actually so bad
18+ crack/smut, gojo being a needy, whiny brat tbh
Satoru has been pretending to be blind for your attention.
Well, it started off as he really was blind, so it's not an entire lie!
A curse did some weird shit and he couldn't see!!! It was scary, but you were right there for him, doing anything and everything until it came back, and even Shoko didn't know for how long.
Well...
Maybe he liked the attention too much, fuck you were even bathing him. You took off work completely, devoting every ounce of your time to being by his side, even though you were his former classmate, one of his best friends - no, it was all different.
Especially when he snuggled 'accidentally' against your soft, pretty tits, and you just giggled, letting him nuzzle with a little mumbled Toru.
Satoru was fucking glad he couldn't see, if he got this much attention!
Oh. And no going on missions didn't hurt either.
Just living the life in his penthouse, and feeling you brush his hair back soothingly, murmurs falling onto his ears, making sure to even spoon feed him. Oh he was living the damn dream, until this pesky eyesight shit came back.
Satoru had loved not seeing anything, but when he did get glimpses of you half naked in his living room? He could hardly stop the precum that leaked underneath his boxers. You sat next to him and he tugged you close again, resting his head on your lap and pretending he couldn't see a damn thing.
"How are you feeling, Toru? Any sight yet?"
""Oh no," he sighs dramatically, practically purring as you brush his silky hair back slowly. "Nothing at all, sweets."
"No? You poor baby..."
"Yes," Satoru throws his hand over his head, sighing dramatically. "It's depressing me!"
You pout all cute as he pretends his pretty blue eyes are just lost, sighing.
"Your eyes are too pretty not to be able see."
"You think they're pretty, hmm?"
"Who doesn't," you click your tongue and trace his cheek with your fingertips carefully. "I'm sorry you're going through it, but I promise I'll stay and help as much as I can! My job-"
"I'll pay you three times it!" He's practically frantic, making you feel so bad for him - imagine, being the strongest, then having to beg your friend to help!? You surely have to take good care of your best friend.
"Oh," you blink now. "You don't have to!"
"Please, you're takin' such good care of me," he snuggles up to your lap again, smirking as he feels that heat pressing up from your thighs, he can hear your heart racing as his nose nuzzles against your tummy. "I really need you here."
God he'd love to put a baby inside you.
He shouldn't be thinking that!?
But wouldn't it be so cute if you had a baby Gojo or three?
Or six kids? Or-
"I'll stay taking care of you till you're better," you cut off his filthy little thoughts now, smiling all bright and pretty. He'd tell you if he didn't have to lie about not seeing, just how pretty it was.
"You will?"
"I promise!"
Satoru sighs, smiling against your skin. "What would I do without you?"
*****
"Satoru, you can see - cut the shit," Shoko is stomping away as he chases after her. "I'm telling her."
"No, no, not yet! Let me have more attention first!" She rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Please, another week?"
"Are you serious? You have a staff to do shit for you if you're feeling this lazy."
"It's not that..." He blushes. "It's her, she's so cute takin' care of me."
Satoru is on his knees. "God, get up."
"Shoko please."
"God whatever, one week and I'm telling her," she yanks out her pack of cigarettes - she swears this man is one of the reasons she needs them, if he's not always coming in for some bullshit.
"Swear I won't pretend for longer!"
****
"She said another week at least?" You hug Satoru when you help him into the back of the car, he feels all around, breaking your heart.
Satoru was always the strongest, but now he needed you!
Even when his hands kept darting to your titties by 'accident' and he'd apologize all cute, snuggly and constantly hugging all over your body. "Another week, I'm so sorry."
"No please," you giggle a bit as he nuzzles your neck. "I kind of have enjoyed the break from work, even if you're work yourself."
"I'm trying to be such a good boy," you snort and roll your eyes at him. "I really am!"
"Mhm... what do you want for dinner?"
Satoru smirks. "You."
"What!?"
He blinks all innocently. "I said sushi?"
"Oh," you blink now, feeling your cheeks heat up - are you really being a perv right now when he needs you!!! "I heard um..."
"Hmm?" He watches the blush on your cheeks as you don't realize he can even see, smirking a bit. "You would take advantage of a blind man?"
"Oh fuck off!" You shove at him in the back of the car playfully as he feigns innocence. "You just wanna mess with me!"
"Oh, I'd eat you," your heart hammers in your chest when he hits a husky tone. "Wouldn't have to see to know my way around your body, sweetheart."
Fuck.
Does he have to drop his octave like this!?
****
Dinner goes as normal as it has been - two weeks of Gojo being blind, and you feeding him, helping him go upstairs to wash up, but he's being extra needy tonight. He's begging you to lay with him, to cuddle, and of course you do.
You have wanted this version of Satoru Gojo for a long time.
"I hope you get your sight back soon," you stroke his hair how he likes, laughing when he nuzzles you, trying to ignore how good he feels wrapping you with those big damn biceps.
"Yeah, me too. It's so scary," he pouts all adorable, inhaling you again. "Mmm, but all my senses are heightened."
"Oh?" His fingertip slips up your thigh. "Toru..."
"Can smell how turned on you are."
"No!?"
"Mhm," he's kneeling between your thighs, nudging them apart, long fingers pressing into the flesh of them, making you weak. "Feel how hot you are f'me."
"Liar, cannot," you arch your hips, making him chuckle, your cute lil panties soaked - he'd say something, but he knows he he can't. He needs you to help wash his back and feed him snacks, needs you cuddling him in his bed, whining out.
"Hear how needy you are, hmm?" You just sigh, thighs spreading, cunt slick and dribbling. Satoru groans at the sight, breath ghosting your panty clad cunt as you arch again. "I could use my sense of taste, too?"
"Fuck," your hands tangle in his face and he softly whines out, his lashes fluttering. "Thought I couldn't take advantage, hmm?"
"I'd let you do anything to me," you can't answer, not when he's lapping his tongue up to gather the wetness, slipping his tongue with a flick and moaning. "Taste so fuckin' sweet."
"Toru!" He's groaning as he tugs your panties up - he's jerked off to the thought of this since he was old enough to jerk his cock, picturing the moment he'd lose it to his pretty best friend.
Who knew that a curse would get him between your thighs?
That the girl who was the very source of damn near every hard on was letting him lick her? Satoru's never even done it - but he's pictured it enough times. He's tugging your panties to the side, blushing at the filthy sight of your pretty lil cunt all glistening.
"Look at you," he murmurs, before he can stop himself, tongue gathering that thick coat of slick, letting it coat his tastebuds, slurping at the mess you're making. "Pretty lil cunt, fuck..."
"Look at me? Wait a minute!"
Oh shit.
You pause then, leaning up on your elbows, seeing his bashful ass grin. "You can see!? How long!"
"Just a couple days, no, no," you're clamping your thighs around his head, he bites your inner thigh hard, you hiss as his sharp ass teeth catch your skin. "Baby please, just listen!"
"Had me damn near doing sponge baths, you little shit!" You shove at him with your foot, he captures it, kissing the inside of your ankle, teeth nipping at it, grinning like the dick head Satoru Gojo is. "I can't believe you were milking it!"
"I just enjoyed the attention too much," he leans low, shoving your thighs up into a full ass mating press, glancing down at your face, sighing. "I swear I was blind for a bit, but I really couldn't tell you."
"Why?" you whisper, nails pressing into his soft sheets, as he leans back, spitting a trail down to your clit, making her clench around nothing, your core tightening. "Best friends tell each other everything, they don't pretend to be blind."
"But I didn't want you to leave," he pouts again, like he didn't just spit on your cunt like a filthy little freak. "Pookie, really..."
"Don't pookie me, you spoiled brat," his eyes flash that pretty blue, and you suddenly feel all that strength against you, making you dizzy. "If you wanted attention, you didn't need to be blind."
"No?"
"No you idiot," you bite down on your lip when he glides two fingers through your mess.
"Can I make it up to you?" He slides two fingers in your needy hole, they suck him in with a greedy squelch, he can't wait to feel it wrapping his cock, leaking even more pre at the thought. At your little nod and cute ass glare, he grins, diving back down between your soft thighs, parting puffy lips to eye that twitchy, needy clit.
"Ah! You better..." His tongue circles it as his fingers find just the right spot in your slick lil walls that grip him so damn good, making the little thing jump. He can't help but laugh softly, tickling your skin.
"I'll do a really good job, sweetheart. I promise."
****
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