GIVING FTM!JJK CHARACTERS THEIR FIRST CREAMPIE [PT. 1]
focus: gojo, nanami, geto & choso
tags: creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, finger sucking, daddy kink & sir kink, dumbification, feminization & pet names (hon, baby), squirting & creaming, riding, mating press, overstimulation, mentions of marathon sex, p spanking, brat taming, established relationships (some), some fluff. (and hints of sugar baby choso).
a/n: omg the devil works but i work HARDER! i’ve got way too many ideas, and i need some way to get them out, so here this is!!! i don’t use ai, i just love me some commas and quotations. also, heavy overuse of italics and i learned how to do gradient lmao.
The obscene sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the living room, a slick plap! that would be enough to make just about anyone get hard. The sounds of the television show you had both sat down to watch being simple background noise that neither of you could be bothered to pay attention to.
Large hands gripped thin hips, hard enough that you knew you’d leave even more marks across Satoru’s pale skin. But the man wouldn’t mind. I mean, just look at him. There he was above you, snowy locks bouncing as he eagerly raised himself up and down using his knees and letting gravity drop him right back down onto the dick he’d been dreaming about since he left for his mission. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit!” With every bounce, his creamy hole clenched you so tight that your hips tilted up, pushing a desperate yelp out of Gojo’s mouth.
“Yeah? It’s that good?” The condescending tone you’re going for works, making Gojo clench and gush a little more around you, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink as he fucked himself completely stupid on you. Satoru had been fiending for a taste of you all day. Even while battling curses & arguing with the higher ups, your dick plagued his mind throughout the morning and straight into the afternoon. And finally, he was getting a taste of every thick inch you had to offer him.
“D-Don’t tease me! I really n-need this.” But his begging was only a cherry on top of the cake, your hands wandering up to grip his waist while one drifted up further, a digit pressing against his saliva slick bottom lip. “Aw, is that right? You been thinking about this all day, baby?” The slut nods, gorgeous eyes having turned into rings of blue from his dilated pupils. Like it was natural, his lips parted to let you guide that finger into his mouth, the warm heat enveloping it.
His pace never stops, the squelch of his pussy being spread open like music to your ears as he forces himself down, even rolling his hips a few times so he could grind his swollen clit down on your pelvis, and feel every last inch of dick deep inside his belly. “What else have you been thinking about, hm?” Your shaft was gleaming with a mix of his juices and your own precum, a sight that makes you squeeze Gojo’s hips again, unable to resist the urge to yank him down.
He mewls around your finger, eyes rolling back with bliss. In his fucked out stage, he lets the words come out around your finger all slurred and saliva packed, “Your cum…” His stupid little expression makes you chuckle, continuing to help him bounce up and down a bit, “Oh, really? We can arrange that.” Your hand holds his hip again, ready to lift him off of you to give him what he’s been craving, but he grips your wrist and slams back down, forcing a moan out from both of you. “Satoru, fuck–”, “In me.”
His words stun you into silence, both of you stopping to stare at the other. Those pretty blues were shining with tears, the skin on your finger wrinkling from the moisture from his saliva, and both of you so aroused it hurt. But that didn’t mean you weren’t in your right mind, “What?” Gojo drops down onto his elbows, both positioned at either side of your head as an expression of genuine pleading drowns his features. “Been thinking about it all day, all month. I want it. I really fucking want it.”
You stare up at him, wide eyes as he begins to move his hips again, rolling them down against you, letting moans of pleasure drift into your ears, face contorting from the blissful pressure of your tip against his g-spot. And carefully, you let your hands grip his hips, slowly beginning to thrust up into that pliant body again.
It only takes two minutes for the both of you to get back to furiously fucking, balls clapping against Satoru’s ass, arms wrapped around him to hold him against your chest like a doll. And he takes all of it, practically screaming his enjoyment into your skull, leaking so much that it was making a sticky mess between you and leaving a puddle on the couch.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Your own voice comes out as a low mewl, one hand unable to help moving down to squeeze his pale ass, basically bouncing him and down on your dick by yourself. He reaches back, gripping your wrist as his body trembles like a leaf, “Y-You keep hitting it. You’re hitting it! Right fucking there!” It filled you with pride knowing you could turn him into this. This slut that drooled all himself just for your dick. Nobody else’s.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” You already knew the answer, didn’t mean your cock didn’t throb when he responded with an erratic nod, tears sliding his cheeks as his own tights began to shake. Just in time, as you could feel the heat of your own release building in the pit of your gut. You just needed a little push. “C’mon, I didn’t fuck you that stupid, did I?”
Gojo can’t be bothered to hide his face in embarrassment anymore, letting his forehead press against your temple as the words flow out in a slurring stutter, “So good. You make my pussy feel so good! It loves you!” The words finish in a drawn out whine, cunt clenching tight around you as his own orgasm begins to take.
The tightness of his walls was driving you insane, your own thrust becoming sloppy as that heat intensified, your stomach clenching with the slide of his warm cunt, “Gonna cum soon. Gonna fill this cunt up,” He nods, body shaking in anticipation. His dreams are gonna come true right here and now, “Where’s it going?”
“In me.” Satoru whimpers out, body tensing up completely when your dick strikes his sweet spot again, making his eyes roll back. He wants to wait and cum with you, but his body could give less of a shit as spurts of slick coats your cock, making a wet mess that you fuck him through anyway, relentless in your pursuit of pleasure, “Where?”
“In me!” His moan shaped into a squeal, overstimulation making his vision haze over, eyes crossing as you slam into him one last time, holding him in place so he can’t escape. “Good boy,” You moan out, hips jolting as your own release overwhelms you, the first spurt of hot cum erupting so deep inside Satoru that he’s afraid he’ll cum again. It’s so deep inside you, his lids fluttering, body melting on top of you. So hot, and full, the warmth of your cum in his tummy grounded him.
“What’d you say, Ken?” To anyone else, it would seem like the simplest of questions. One Kento could usually answer with nothing but a few words. But right now, just making any noise besides drawn out moans was like pulling teeth, and admiring what he said to you just a few minutes earlier made him want to hop out of a window and not the arms of a special grade.
He hadn’t even meant to say it, really. It was the heat of the moment.
On his knees, face buried in one of those decorative pillows you’d gotten from the store, back arched up as you drilled into him from behind. Every ruthless thrust had his juices churning within his cunt like butter, a creamy froth coating your cock and dripping down the inside of his pale and trembling legs.
Nanami was already embarrassed enough as it is while you spoke praise above him, muttering “So wet for me,” and “Got the tightest little pussy” like he was some needy whore. Which unfortunately for him, he turned into once you fucked him good and hard enough. Something you loved using to your advantage.
The pleasure made his brain melt from his ears, and made his lips loose. And one particularly hard thrust that hit just right has him groaning loudly, mouthing against the pillow as his thoughts slip loose, “Fuck, Da-fuck!” He just barely gained his awareness back, feeling his cheeks flush like a tomato as he realized what word just slipped out. The slight attempt to save himself didn’t work, a hand moving to the front of his neck, pulling his face up from the pillow.
Next to Kento, panting from working up a sweat, a cruel smirk worked it’s way onto your face that let him know he was in so much fucking trouble now, “I’m sorry, what was that?” The innocent confusion in your tone didn’t fool him, but his tries at squirming in your grasp seemed to do nothing but make you tighten your hold on his neck. Which made him feel something he wasn’t ready to explore just yet.
“Nothing, forget about that. Why’s you stop—” “Cause you said something.” You were persistent, too persistent, and saw right through his attempts at changing the conversation, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You chuckle, eyes tracing the tense line of his jaw, as if to reassure yourself of something. “That’s too bad,” The hand lets go of his neck, Nanami’s blonde head falling back against the pillow with a light thump. “We’re just gonna have to make you say it, aren’t we?”
And here he was now, body laid flat against the bed, as his legs had collapsed from under him. Fists clenching the sheets so tight he was scared they might rip, and a haze over his vision as his eyes tried their best not to cross from the fucking he was getting. It didn’t help that your cock was practically punching his stomach from the inside, veins and ridges pressed up against slick, creamy walls. He couldn’t think, not at all. Or maybe he just didn’t want to.
Every pump was calculated, your nose pressed against the side of his head, repeating the same questions, “C’mon, Ken, say it again. You know you want to.” The mocking drawl makes him gush around your shaft, clenching and spasming as you worked his pussy to its limit. But he knew you, he knew you wouldn’t stop until you got exactly what you wanted.
Slowly, he lifts his face from the pillow, breezy whines leaving him flushed red as he pleaded with you for mercy, “Don’t make me say it. Don’t—” your hand wraps around his neck again, pulling him back into an arch, forcing him to meet your gaze head on. You could feel the way your grip had him basically strangling your dick with his walls, but that would be something for another time. For now…
“You wanna cum, don’t you?” And he doesn’t hesitate to nod the best he can, a gleaming strand of drool on the side of his chin catching your attention momentarily, “I-I’m so close…” He muttered, already knew where this was going before you even had to finish your sentence. So instead, you lean down, nose pressed against Kento’s cheek, “Say it.” And this time, he knew you weren’t asking.
Pretty, pearly teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, eyes rolling back to flutter shut from the humiliation of it all. It comes out a low whimper, body trembling in both anticipation and even a little fear as he finally utters the words you were so hell-bent on hearing. “Daddy.” And your cock twitches so hard it makes Nanami gasp.
Suddenly, his face meets the pillow again, but with a hand at the back of his neck pressing him down. One moment, you’re sliding out til just the tip is inside, and the next the headboard is slamming into the wall with each thrust. Nanami’s moans turn into muffled yelps of pure bliss, so thankful his face is buried into the pillow below, otherwise your neighbors would’ve been in for an even ruder awakening. But fuck if he even cared anymore.
It’s like you’re trying to carve your shape into his fucking guts, forcing his body to memorize every vein and bump on your dick with his insides. Which was gonna be so sore by the time you slid out of him. But judging by how his face is getting all sticky from his own drool, you seem to be doing quite the job.
“Again.” Nanami’s head is turned to the side, gasping for air with each pump, a slick and sloppy noise coming from deep within as you slide out, only to force yourself back inside. Nanami’s juices were making a mess. “Say it again.” You command, voice beginning to tremble slightly. And embarrassment no longer matters to the blonde, who lets the moan ease out like it’s natural. “Daddy. Daddy, fuck…”
And it was like a wave washes over you both. Yelps and whines of a pleasure he could feel in his bones were fucked out of Kento, the hand at the back of his neck making sure he took every last bit of it. “That’s right. Good boy, taking Daddy’s cock like this.” Oh, shit, that made him clench so hard. And you chuckle, strained as your hips slam down without mercy, “You like that shit, Ken? You feelin’ it?” One of your hands moves to slip underneath him, feeling on the little area below his belly button, moaning when the bump brushed against your fingers. “Yeah, you are. So deep, aren’t I? I could breed you like this.”
“Mhm—Ah!” A punishing thrust shakes him to his core, your tip striking his g-spot like a bullseyes. Hazel eyes cross slightly before his lids slam shut, teeth so desperately wanting to bite down on the fabric of the pillow for something, anything, to stabilize him. “Aren’t I?” The low growl in your voice makes his insides melt, gasping against the damp pillow when he feels that heat building at the bottom of his stomach, “Yes! Yes, you are—God!”
A tongue laps at the pointed top of his earlobe, groaning with every thrust, lightning going up Kento’s spine as you hit something in him like clockwork, “Who is?” Kento wants to call you cruel, or rebel, but all he can do is hold back tears of bliss as he melts into the sheets, “Daddy is. He’s so deep in me…” Unknowingly, Nanami seals your fate with his next words, groaning out against the pillow he’s practically crushing to his chest, “He’s in my tummy…”
Hazel eyes widen when a sudden flood of something rushes through him, warm and thick against his walls, coming out with every twitch of your dick. You just came inside his pussy. Your body falls over him, pressing his hips down against the bedding, making his clit grind against the sheets unintentionally. And that does it, sending Kento over the edge with a gurgle, his creamy essence coating your shaft in a thick mess that slides down his folds to make a mess on the sheets. Both of you writhing on the ruined bedding, a quiet moment.
Which is interrupted by a hand swatting your hip as Nanami groans out, playful irritation in his voice, “Idiot. You couldn’t hold out a little longer?” He can’t believe this was how you cum inside him for the first time.
Getou was quite the brat in your eyes. But who wouldn’t agree? He walked around like he owned the place alongside Satoru, he played with people’s feelings like they were toys to be tossed away, and he made your fucking blood boil without having to do anything but send you a smile that said ‘you’re so funny’ anytime you showed a reaction to it.
You wanted—needed to put him in place. Somebody had to. So when you saw him on campus again, you gave him a proposition you knew he couldn’t refuse—take your ‘virginity’. You pulled the innocent guy look off well, even as he giggled with a smug expression all the way to your dorm room. He wasn’t gonna be laughing for long, anyway.
He was so easy to pin down after he stripped for you, panties sticking to his crotch with a wetness that made you hadn’t expected to see. Suguru immediately tried to take control, snapping his fingers and rolling his eyes whenever you tried to get on his level. But once you got his knees pinned to his shoulders, and his cunt wrapped tight around your dick, he had no room to complain amongst the desperate little yells that were being pounded out of him with every thrust.
Slick, pretty folds envelop you with every stroke, his gushing insides leaving a sheen of frothy cream on your shaft every time all 8 inches of your cock push those walls apart. The sight makes you chuckle, hands squeezing the back of his knees tight whenever he tries to squirm out from underneath you, “Already making a mess, aren’t we? I thought you were supposed to teach me?”
The smugness in your voice doesn’t go over Getou’s head, his hands gripping one of the pillows underneath his head, trying not to let his brain melt when your dick brushes against his g-spot again and again with the kind of precision that no virgin should have. Violet eyes—with a watery sheen—glare up at you. “Fucking a-asshole. Y-you lied-”, His words turn into a keen when you slam inside again, rolling your hips to grind against that spot that makes his head tip back, saliva running down the side of his chin, “Shut that fucking mouth for one.”
And what can Suguru do but obey? His ankles were at his ears, toes curled tight from every stomach clenching thrust, and the squelching noise his pussy made left his ears pink. God, imagine if someone saw this. Saw the strongest sorcerer (except for Gojo Satoru, of course) on campus getting used like a slut, folded like a fucking pretzel. “Fuck…” Is all he can manage to say, eyes unfocused.
But you? You were on Cloud 9. The mean, bratty boy behind you was replaced with a whore straight out of your imagination. Soaking wet with every thrust, head tipped back with a blissed out look on his cute face, and a series of high pitched whines you force out of him as you begin to pick up the pace, making the couch rock and creak beneath you.
Hands move to grip your thighs, trying to stop your thrusts. God, it felt like every last one of them was buried inside his chest, rocking a whine out that’s so embarrassing it makes his face turn cherry red. He couldn’t do this, “Can’t—I can’t—” A palm comes down hard against his cunt, making his body tense from the sudden mix of sharp pain and pleasure. “A-Ah!” Another smack, right against his clit.
“Yeah, you can.” Suguru tries to squirm away, unable to see you smirking above him as you let slap after slap rain down on his poor little cunt, feeling him squeeze you like a vice every time you do it. The black haired man is left panting underneath you, every hit making him gush around your dick like a fucking fountain. “C’mon, aren’t you the Strongest?” What are you doing to him? What’s happening?
Why does it feel so goddamn good?
“You telling me the strongest can’t take a dick?” Oh, fuck. Fuck. “Fucking slut, don’t pass out on me—” The last hit against his pussy makes violet eyes cross, head tipping back as he squeezed your dick so tight you were almost forced into an abrupt stop.
Spurts of slick squirt out around your cock, Getou’s body shaking like a leaf as he cums his brains out, mouth open in a silent ‘O’, mind melted within his skull. And that seemed to be all you yourself could take as well.
Your own eyes roll back, bottoming out with a quick thrust as a supernova bursts behind your eyes, cock throbbing inside of Getou as spurts of thick & creamy cum coat his walls like it belonged there. There was so much of it that it even started leaking out around your shaft, only adding to the mess underneath him on the couch.
Both of you wanna think, wanna make a good quip. But both of you were completely fucked out.
He can’t take anymore. He’s gonna die.
Minutes and hours have mashed together, turning into an incomprehensible mess with every slide of your girth into his puffy, swollen pussy. The middle of his thighs are a wet mess of his own juices and release. But he can’t even remember how many times he’s cum already. Or just how long he’s been screaming out his pleasure, just long enough that his voice has grown hoarse.
His back aches, his stomach hurts, and his lips are bitten raw from trying to hide his moans. Which you didn’t allow.
And he was gonna go out like this. Crying like a bitch into the bed beneath him, mascara and foundation leaving stains on the sheets that would take forever to wash out, body rocking forward when you snap your hips against his reddened asscheeks. If someone found his body like this, who was gonna possibly explain what happened to him? What’s gonna go on his tombstone?
‘Here lies Kamo Choso, loving brother of 10, who died from being fucked to tears.’ Such a sad way to go out.
But you? Oh, you seemed to be having an amazing time. Your pace never once slowed down, even through every toe-curling orgasm you gave Choso. Again and again, hand on the middle of his back to keep his ass arched up and lower body pressed down into the bed. He couldn’t grind against the sheets for a faster orgasm, he couldn’t touch himself, all he could do was cream around your dick again and again like clockwork.
A strained sob drifts from Choso’s mouth, hands gripping anything in sight to cling onto, to try and escape the mind-melting pleasure that was threatening to break him into little pieces, “Please, sir. Please, I can’t take anymore—” Another thrust, all those girthy inches pressing his swollen walls apart with no effect, fucking another desperate whine from his lips. “I fucking can’t!” His legs were trembling, your hands on his hips the only thing keeping him held up.
“Mm, but I think you can, hon.” That voice, the one that’s been in all his dreams and the one that was currently making him want to bang his head on a wall. Because as you’ve done the whole night, you show no mercy, pistoning forward once more, making a mess of the cream costing your dick, letting it churn inside Choso like you were trying to make butter. “I think you will.”
“Sir, I-I’ll do anything–Ah!” A hand wraps around one of his pigtails, yanking his head back to lift it off the bed, showing the mess you made of the pretty boy beneath you. Tear streaks ruining his perfect makeup, a drool string connecting from his mouth to the sheet he was chewing on. “Careful, Choso. Making promises like that is what got you here.”
And you were right. Promise after promise of ‘I’ll do whatever you want if you get me this’ and ‘Please, I’ll do anything’ had finally caught up to him, leaving him in the pathetic position he was in right now. Because now, he couldn’t keep his last promise.
‘I’ll let you cum in me if you get—’
Your other hand grabs his other pigtail, yanking Choso up until he is forced to rest on his elbows with his chin on the bed, aching back arched in a way that lets you slip in so deep that it felt like you were in his belly. Thrust after thrust had his swollen clit throbbing painfully with arousal, knees ready to crumble from exhaustion. You were relentless, simply using his soaked hole like it was a fleshlight. Not that he hated it.
The grip you have on his hair leaves him defenseless, neck aching from the angle he’s pulled back in, “I s-swear! E-every word, sir…” The desperation in his voice seemed to finally be breaking through to you, your hips twitching just a little when you thrusted in again. “I want it…” You chuckle, but don’t respond, continuing to ram into him over and over, making his body tense up when he feels you brush against his g-spot again. Choso’s mouth opens to release a whine, “Please, sir! Just cum already!”
The corner of your lips raise into a smirk, heart swelling at the adorable sound of Choso’s desperate pleas. You didn’t even have to speak, letting the boy’s words dissolve into teary begs for mercy, “Cum! Cum! Fuck, just cuuum!” Pearly teeth grit, feeling your dick throb against his walls, veins and ridges pressed all up inside of him, making him drool. A sudden groan leaves you when you feel those gummy walls clench hard around your cock, the sensation repeating as Choso moans out, brain leaking from his ears, “Cum, please. Please, please, please—”
Aww, he was tightening up for you. How sweet. You were always such a sucker for the boy, so your body couldn’t help giving him exactly what he was asking for. It only took a few more pumps before you slammed back inside, watching his puffy little hole spasming around you as your own release washes over you, hands gripping this pigtails like handlebars.
Choso is so happy you can’t see his face, feeling his eyes unfocus when that rush of heat floods his insides, hips rolling as you fill up every inch of his hole like it belongs there. And fuck, maybe it does. “Thank you…” He mutters, body collapsing against the bed when you let go of his now messy hair, instantly turning into jelly against the sheets.
You’re talking above him, probably words of praise and admiration, but his eyelids were so heavy, and he was tired. It only took 8 more seconds for him to knock out.
art by: YozoraAjisai, thatsallitchief.
