[freakadelick]

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queer, poc , 23 years of age.

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[gojosconsort]

mdni. sukuna teaches you how to take his cock down your throat—and he hates how gentle he is with it.

you swallow hard, staring at the thick, ridged length of him. it’s flushed dark, veins pulsing along the shaft, the broad head already slick and leaking, glistening in the low light. it looks impossible—bigger than anything you’ve imagined, even after watching him drag his other concubines down by the roots of their hair and fuck their throats.

you brace yourself for the same. knees aching on the cold floor, waiting for those clawed fingers to fist your hair and force you forward. but they don’t.

instead, his hands settle at the back of your head, large palms cradling your skull like you’re something fragile. gentle. careful. it’s so out of place for the king of curses. a clawed thumb strokes your cheek. “open,” he says.

you part your lips. your tongue slips out first, tentative, lapping at the bead of precum gathered at his slit. he exhales through his nose—long, shaky, nothing like the snarls you’re used to hearing from him.

“good,” he mutters. “again. slower this time.”

you drag your tongue up the underside, tracing every thick vein, every hard ridge, feeling him twitch against your mouth. when you reach the flared head you swirl around it, soft and wet, and his fingers flex against your scalp—not pulling, just holding.

“take the head. just that. relax your jaw.”

you do. lips stretching wide around him, cheeks hollowing as you suck gently. the stretch burns already, but you keep going, tongue flicking at the sensitive spot beneath the crown.

“fuck,” he breathes, hips shifting slightly. “look at you.”

you slide lower, inch by inch, until he nudges the back of your tongue. your eyes water instantly. you panic and start to pull back but his hand cups your jaw. “easy. breathe through your nose, brat.”

you can feel the tension in his thighs, the way he’s holding himself back. he hates this—hates having to be gentle, hates the way his own control is fraying because you’re not like the others. you’re new. untouched by him. and it pisses him off how much he doesn’t want to break you yet.

in his head it’s different. he pictures yanking your hair back hard, forcing every inch down your throat until you choke and sob around him. he’d fuck your face fast and hard, spill down your throat and make you swallow every drop, then flip you over and ruin the rest of you just as he pleases.

but some strange, possessive heat coils in his gut at the thought of anyone else ever touching you like that, marking you, breaking you. he doesn’t get it. you’re just another offering, another body.

yet the idea of bruising you too soon, of seeing real fear in your eyes instead of this wide-eyed effort, makes his chest tighten in a way that infuriates him more than your slow progress.

you force yourself to relax, hollowing your cheeks again, sucking harder. his groan rumbles deep in his chest.

“hand,” he rasps. “use it on the rest. twist when you stroke up.”

you wrap your fingers around the base—barely able to close around his girth—and pump slow, slick, matching the rhythm of your mouth. saliva drips down your chin and his breathing turns ragged. “tongue—fuck—keep it flat when you take me deeper.”

you try. push forward again, gagging softly when he hits the back of your throat. tears spill, hot on your cheeks. he growls low, annoyed—at you, at himself.

“don’t choke. relax. you can take more than that.”

you whimper around him, but you don’t stop. you bob slower, deeper, letting him stretch your throat bit by bit. his hips twitch like he wants to thrust, but he doesn’t. his claws prick lightly against your scalp.

“close,” he grits out. “pull off if you don’t want—”

you don’t. you take him as deep as you can, humming around the thick head lodged in your throat and he comes with a deep groan—hot, thick ropes flooding your mouth, spilling down your throat. you choke, swallow desperately, but it’s too much. the rest leaks past your lips, dripping down your chin, onto your chest.

he pulls out slow and stares down at you. tears have carved clean tracks down your flushed cheeks, mixing with the thick streaks of his cum still dripping from your chin. it clings to your bottom lip, dripping down between your breasts. some catches on your nipples.

he stares for a long moment at the mess, chest heaving, and feels his cock twitch hard against his thigh, already half-heavy again despite just finishing.

trouble. this is trouble.

because he wants to haul you up by the hair right now, bend you over the nearest surface, and sink into your cunt while cum is still dripping down your lips. wants to fuck you raw and relentless, keep you messy and full and his. and the worst part—he wants no one else to ever see you like this. not marked by anyone else. not touched. just his.

“again tomorrow.” he grits his teeth, annoyed at himself. “you’ll take all of it next time.” his fingers linger on your jaw, almost tender.

he hates that most of all.

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[killue]

[yama-yabadabado]

When the fic has all the tags i like

[an9els]

𝜗𝜚 roommate!toji finally snaps after hearing you goon through the walls one too many times . . .

toji could always count on one thing.

past midnight, every night, without fail— moaning behind your bedroom door, porn echoing off the walls, barely muffled by whatever cheap ass speakers your laptop had. his name wasn’t on your mind. never was, never would be. you were too busy with your legs spread, vibrator buzzing between your thighs, lips parted in glossy desperation as your hips arched off the mattress, chasing your next high like it was oxygen.

you were a gooner. through and through. always needy, cockdrunk without any cock, and fucking shameless.

it’s been like this for months now, and toji swore it had to be some kind of karmic punishment. not because you were messy or rude or hard to live with. but because you were just loud. too loud. and lately, your little nightly sessions were getting out of hand.

he would wake up at two in the morning to the sound of you moaning. not your porn, not the squeaky, high-pitched girl you’d been replaying for the last thirty minutes, but you. mewling, breathy, muttering curse words in a fucked out whisper as if you were seconds away from crying.

at first, he figured it was temporary. you were just settling in, maybe a little too quickly, but regardless, it was probably just a phase. hell, he even thought he might catch a break during november. you know, the whole ‘no nut’ thing going around. but nope, you lasted three whole days. three. and on day four, it was like something inside you snapped— because you came back swinging harder than ever.

tuesday night. 12:46 a.m. toji was laying in bed, phone charging, pillow over his head, already exhausted from a long day of work.

and just when he thought he might get some peace, he hears it:

“fuck- fuck, right there, oh my goddd—”

he groaned into the mattress. it wasn’t the porn. it was you. again.

and lately, it had started bleeding into everything. gotten so bad to the point where he swore he could hear you even when you weren’t home. he’d walk past your empty room during the day, fully locked up, and still think he could hear those breathy little whines echoing faintly from inside. your voice was imprinted on his fucking brain. sometimes when he closed his eyes, he swore he could hear the faint buzz of your vibrator like phantom noise.

you were haunting him.

then, the next morning?

like nothing ever happened.

you’d walk into the kitchen wearing your stupid little slippers and oversized tee like a good girl, yawning as if you weren’t the reason he was up all night, cock hard and jaw clenched. you didn’t even look at him with shame or guilt, not even an ounce of embarrassment.

like you didn’t just finger yourself to a compilation of tentacle hentai for two and a half hours straight.

toji had finally had enough.

+

you didn’t hear him come in.

not at first. you were too far gone— back arched, slick fingers stuffed inside you as another video played, screen propped up on your pillows. your thighs were shaking. your eyes were glossy. you hadn’t even cum yet, but you’d been edging yourself for almost an hour, pussy so wet the sheets were damp beneath your ass.

then the door creaked open.

you sat up halfway, blinking, chest heaving, “toji—?”

he didn’t say anything.

just stepped inside, shirtless and pissed off, dark hair messy like he’d just rolled out of bed, eyes low with something you couldn’t quite place.

“what the hell—”

“you don’t know how to be quiet, do you?”

you flinched.

he shut the door behind him, locked it.

“every night. moaning. whining. crying into your fucking pillow—” his voice dropped as he stepped closer, towering over you now, gaze sliding down to where your fingers were still between your thighs, glistening with your arousal.

you yanked your hand back. “i-i didn’t think you—”

“didn’t think i could hear you?” he scoffed. “sweetheart, the whole building can hear you.”

your breath hitched.

you should’ve been embarrassed. maybe even scrambled to cover up. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. your heart was pounding, your pussy was throbbing, and your body was still soaked from the half dozen orgasms you hadn’t let yourself have yet.

“you know what your problem is?” he asked, eyes narrowing as he crouched in front of the bed, one knee pressed to the mattress. “you don’t know how to ask for help.”

you stared, wide-eyed, caught somewhere between panic and desire. he reached forward, grabbed your vibrator— warm, wet, softly humming, and tossed it to the floor.

“gonna shut you up for real.”

before you even got the chance to speak, he’s already dropping down between your legs, his huge palms spreading them apart, pulling your hips closer to the edge of the bed. his mouth was on your pussy right away. no teasing, no warm-up. he licks straight through your folds, wide and heavy, collecting all the slick you had worked up for the past hour.

“you don’t know when to stop,” he muttered, breath hot against your core. “so i’ll do it for you.”

his hands clamp down on your thighs, nails pressing crescents into your skin. his tongue works you open, licking everything, sucking on your clit before dipping down again. your whole lower half was a disaster. sticky and overheated, juices leaking down your crack while his spit slides over it, pooling between your thighs. he groaned into you, the sound rough and low, and the second he heard you whimper, he slid two fingers inside you without saying a word.

you gasped— tight around him already, walls fluttering from the stretch. he curls them instantly, fucking them in slow, deep strokes as his mouth seals around your clit and sucks hard.

“f-fuck, toji—” your voice broke a little when you said his name.

he doesn’t let up.

his fingers pumped into you steady, knuckles deep, thumb rubbing circles into your clit when his mouth pulls away just for a moment. he’s watching you now, watching the way you react— how you clench everytime he curls his fingers just right.

“you make this much of a mess by yourself, baby? fuckin’ dripping—” he muttered, voice thick, a string of spit still clinging from his lips to your cunt.

then he lets another glob fall, watching it land right on your clit before pushing it in with his fingers, leaning down again to lick around them, fucking you open with his hand.

you screamed.

your legs kicked, heels digging into the bed, hands flying to his hair— pulling, gripping, trying to stop him because it was too much.

he just moaned.

“t-too much, wait, wait, i—!”

you cum hard. your legs shaking, pussy squeezing around his fingers as your orgasm hits full force. you cry out as your vision went white and your brain flatlined. but he didn’t stop. he fucks you through it, tongue lapping up your cum, dragging it back into you with this obscene, slurping groan, like he couldn’t get enough.

when he finally pulls away, his fingers slid out soaked and glistening, he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean, savoring every drop.

“get on all fours.”

you blinked, barely able to breathe.

“now.”

you scrambled up before you could think, limbs unsteady, body still twitching from the comedown. your chest rose sharp and shallow as you flipped over onto your hands and knees. hands trembling where they pressed into the sheets, ass high up in the air like you were presenting it for him— because you were.

you heard him behind you. the soft rustle of fabric, the harsh clink of his belt being unbuckled. his pants hit the floor with a heavy thud, and then, a wet slap.

his fist, pumping along his cock. slow, heavy strokes. breathing deeper now.

you didn’t even have to look back to know he was staring. you could feel it. the heat of his gaze crawling down your spine, burning low in your stomach. your walls clenched on nothing in anticipation, hole fluttering around the emptiness, desperate to be filled.

and then you felt it.

his tip— thick, hot, flushed— pressing between your folds, dragging slow through the mess he’d made earlier. he rubbed it up and down, coating himself in your slick, teasing your entrance while your hips jolted everytime he passed over your clit.

“this what you wanted, baby?” he murmured, breath warm against your back. “been fucking yourself for weeks just to stay empty, begging for something real.”

you nodded frantically, biting your lip so hard it almost bled.

and then he slammed into you.

you screamed into the pillow, whole body jerking forward from the force of it. he didn’t give you a second to adjust— just bottomed out, buried to the hilt, his pelvis flush against your ass.

“so loud,” he growled, fucking into you with bruising force, the sound of skin slapping against skin already bouncing off the walls. “so fuckin’ noisy all the time. whining, moaning, always actin’ like a dumb little slut in heat—”

you were gushing. literally.

your pussy took him deep with every thrust, swallowing him whole, over and over, no resistance. the flood between your thighs was nonstop. wet, loud, splattering out around the base of his cock with every movement. your thighs were already soaked. his were worse.

“you like this shit, don’t you?” he groaned, grabbing your hips harder. “like being used, fucked stupid, so wet for me i can barely stay inside, fuck, baby, you’re making a mess.”

you sobbed into the sheets, mouth open, jaw slack, eyes rolling. you didn’t care.

you were writhing, whining, gooning on his cock like you’d never touched yourself a day in your life, already close to cumming again because he was hitting so deep, grinding against that spot that made your legs go numb.

“p-please- need it, need more—”

“more?” he scoffed, laughing under his breath. “can’t even hold yourself up and you’re still beggin’? greedy lil thing.”

his palm lands a harsh strike to your ass, then grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back until your spine arched. he fucked into you harder, every thrust faster than the last, hips snapping against yours with a punishing pace.

“then take it.”

you came again.

a sharp, overwhelming release forced out of you, squirting all over his cock with a squelch so loud it made him groan, eyes locked on the mess coating his length. the spray hit his thighs, ran down his balls, made everything slippery. his hips stuttered for just a second, slick pouring out of you in waves as your pussy clenched around him, still trying to milk him for more.

“jesus- fuck- keep doing that and i’m gonna ruin you.”

you couldn’t even speak. couldn’t form words. your mouth was open but empty, tongue hanging out, drool leaking onto the sheets below you. all you could do was take it— whimpering while he used you like a toy, grunting with every heavy thrust, cock battering your walls over and over.

he leaned over you then, chest colliding your back, one hand still in your hair, the other gripping your hip so tight it hurt. his mouth ghosted over your ear.

“should’ve done this weeks ago,” he whispered. “then maybe you wouldn’t be such a brat.”

+

you passed out after round three.

he fucked you until your legs fully gave out. until your eyes rolled back. until your muscles seized, overstimmed, crying into the sheets and begging him to slow down.

he never once did.

he stayed buried inside you for a full minute after, cock twitching, both of you panting, drenched in sweat and cum and everything else.

you fell asleep on his chest.

and for once— for once— your room was quiet that night.

…though not for long.

because in the morning, he woke up to you already rutting against his thigh.

“toji,” you whispered sweetly, shameless as ever. “wanna go again?”

he dragged a hand down his face, still hard.

“fuck. yeah.”

was supposed to finish this last night but i fell asleep lolz. this is so unnecessarily long, i got too carried away the smut my bad :p

[sweethearticism]

˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓙.𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𓂃 ⭒ gets a pretty nerd to ride him :: college au :: size difference :: cervix stuff :: f. nerd reader

“so the pretty nerd can ride dick, huh?”

smugness dripped from sukuna like his cologne. like that effortless, calloused charm that both infuriated and enraptured you.

the dorm's a mess. a haphazard tangle of his jacket, your shoes, his belt, your panties. the couch springs bounce with your hips. swivelling, spurring. clapping down against his balls in a lewdly wet rhythm. a plaplaplap to accentuate your whorish moans.

“sh-shut— shut up—” you drooled, nails clawing at his broad shoulders as you scrambled on his lap. his thick cock snuggled oh so suffocatingly within your hugging walls. pulsing heavy into your nerves. throbbing just right on a sweetspot. “just shut up 'nd— hah - feel my pussy.”

oh he was feeling it. every sob. every quiver. every pitiful little shimmer of your tears at the corners of your eyes as you dragged your soaking walls all the way to his hot tip— then sunk back down. wedging him so deep. so tight within your clenching gumminess that you're fluttering around him on every bounce.

cute, really. that the nerd's perfect pussy was both so insatiable and oh so pathetic.

“oh I'm feeling her.” clap! he leaned back after his palm thwacked a sting on your ass. a deep groan rumbled as you clenched. already staining him in a creamy ring huh?

“feeling her try to ride a cock too fuckin' big for her.”

he grinned. rough like his hands that roved over your legs, up your thighs and engulfed your waist. he bucked once. twice. rolled his hips in a sinful grind that rutted his pubic bone on your puffy clit. you crumbled into a sob. "there you go, dollface. that's how you take me.”

his sharp tongue licked his lips as he drank in your quivering slit suffocating round his girth. her creamy pearls slicked him messy. he returned the favour by smearing his dripping precum all over your cervix.

one hump. two. until you're struggling to bounce in time with his ramming thrusts. pulling out halfway then stuffing you full until the sting feels warm.

“k-kuna—” you hiccuped, hands clawing at his shoulders as his grip on your waist effortlessly compensated for your messy bounces.

“c'mon doll. where's that smart lil' brain of yours? all mush? dripping out here now?” your slit's tapped with a chuckle. “don't you wanna— ngh, gimme a quick lesson?”

he withdrew. stringy slick strung all over. webbing between your flushed flesh. an open-mouthed kiss harassed you below your jaw. right on your bobbing throat. “tell me. where am I right now?”

you're stuttering. struggling. mouth dropping to answer— before you're broken into a cry and your spine's thrown into an arch as he plunged back in. spraying stickiness all over. your cervix was fucked into quivers and squirms.

“m-my— my— ah!”

“answers, brat.”

sukuna flicked your clit. pinched and pulled as he fucked into that tight ring until your eyes burst into hearts. every grind demanded an answer. "where. am. I?"

“cervix— my cervix!”

you squeaked. then sobbed. his thrusts erupted into a frantic frenzy. squirts spraying. pussy pulsing. squeezing. as he fisted the fat of your ass and shoved you down to the hilt. reminding you just how inexperienced your nerdy self was. too busy stuffing your nose in textbooks than actually being stuffed full of cock.

"atta girl.” another spank to your ass. you're jerked closer. flushed into his smoked scent as he accentuates his cruelty with louder slapping balls on your plush flesh. “and what's this pretty, nerdy pussy gonna do for me? huh?”

“gonna. . . g-gonna cum! gonna cum— fuck, fuck, s'kuna 'm gonna—”

with his thumb swirled on your clit. his cock surging up. his lips sucking hickies all over your throat— you shattered. a clenching, creaming mess that floods him messy and bucks so desperately into a cock already stretching you full.

your release spurred a dizzying heat onto him. hot, and heavy, and wet as he snatched your waist and ground you into a filthy hump on every throbbing, thick vein. a large hand squished your face and jerked you in. lips brushing his as he ragged a grunt.

“mm, fuck yeah baby, and what am I gonna do to this pretty pussy?”

“fill— hngh, fill it up—”

“that's it. gonna stuff this lil' thing full.”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato.

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

୨୧ you love it when nanami puts all his weight on you during sex . . .

you love it when nanami puts all his weight on you when he’s fucking you.

there’s something about being crushed beneath his broad, solid frame— those thick arms caging you in, his heavy chest flush to yours, every hard-earned muscle pressing you deep into the mattress that makes you feel utterly owned, safe, and completely ruined at the same time.

nanami knows this. he never makes you beg for it twice. so tonight, he folds you like paper, knees shoved to your shoulders, ankles by your ears in a brutal mating press that leaves you wide open for him.

the head of his cock— thick, flushed, and ridiculously big drags through your slick folds once, twice, coating himself in the mess you’ve already made, before he sinks in with one slow, devastating thrust.

“there we go… good girl, take all of me,” he breathes against your cheek, voice low and steady even as his hips snap forward and bury every fat inch inside you. your pussy flutters wildly around the stretch, walls forced to mold to the shape of him, and your eyes roll back instantly.

“k-ken—” you choke out, already drunk on it, on him.

he doesn’t let you hide. a big hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your bottom lip, forcing your unfocused gaze back to his sharp hazel eyes. “look at me when i fuck you, sweetheart. keep those pretty eyes on me, hm?”

then he really starts moving. his hips slam down, heavy and hard, the weight of his entire body driving his thick cock so deep you feel him in your throat. every thrust punches the air from your lungs— the bedframe rattles like it’s about to collapse. wet, loud slapping of your bodies filling the room along with your pussy creaming messily around his girth, his balls slapping against your ass, the slick squelch every time he pulls out just to ram back in.

“so wet for me… listen to that pretty cunt,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping from his blond strands onto your face. “you feel perfect, baby... could fuck this pussy all night.”

you can’t answer. you’re already too far gone, babbling broken little pleas and his name like a prayer. he kisses you through it— messy, sloppy, his tongue fucking your mouth the same way his cock is ruining your pussy. you taste yourself on him from earlier, and it makes your pussy clench harder.

“kentooo...! more, please—hnnghh fuck—” you whimper into his mouth, desperate. he growls softly and obliges, sealing his lips over yours, swallowing every cry as he pounds you stupid into the bed. your nails rake down his broad back, over the flexing muscles, and he hisses in pleasure. “fuck...”

your orgasm hits like a freight train, sudden and blinding. you scream into his kiss, pussy gushing around him in messy spurts that soak his lower abs and the sheets beneath. he doesn’t stop though. he just fucks you through it, cock dragging against your oversensitive walls until you’re shaking and trying to squirm away.

his cockhead kissing your poor cervix as he fucked you senseless, face buried into your neck, pinning you down completely under his body.

“stay still,” he warns gently, pinning you harder with his weight.

he pulls out only long enough to flip you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing. before you can catch your breath he’s hauling your hips up, shoving your face into the pillow, and sliding back home in one brutal thrust.

the new angle is devastating. he drapes his massive body over yours completely, every pound of muscle pressing you flat. one beefy bicep snakes under your neck, wrapping around your throat in a loose, gentle headlock that makes you feel tiny and owned.

his other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise as he starts pounding you into the mattress, riding your ass like a dog in heat.

“fuck— feel how deep i am now?” he rasps against your ear, voice rougher than you’ve ever heard it. “gonna put a baby in you tonight, sweetheart. gonna keep you full of me.”

you can only sob and nod, drooling into the sheets as he abuses your pussy exactly the way you love. his heavy balls slap against your swollen clit with every thrust, and you’re already close again, embarrassingly fast. “k-kento— too much—gonna—”

“yeah? cum again,” he orders softly, tightening his arm just enough to make your head spin. “cum on my cock, baby. give me everything.”

you shatter a second time, squirting so hard it soaks his thighs, and nanami finally lets go with a deep, guttural groan. his hips stutter, cock throbbing as he pumps rope after rope of thick cum directly into your womb, grinding deep to make sure none escapes.

he stays buried inside you, chest heaving against your back, lips brushing lazy kisses along your shoulder and the arm still loosely circled around your throat. minutes pass like that, sweat cooling, heartbeats slowing.

eventually he pulls out slow, watching his cum drip from your puffy, ruined folds with satisfaction.

you’re boneless, fucked stupid and drooling into the pillow.

nanami stays buried deep in you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “stay just like this,” he murmurs, voice back to its usual calm warmth. but then you felt his cock hardening again. he circled his hips, giving you slow thrusts that made you whimper into the sheets.

“wouldn’t want a single drop wasted, now would we, love?”

© dearsei. do not copy, translate, or reupload my works anywhere.

[lunebrew]

arguing while fucking..... riding him with a hand at his throat thinking it'll make him shut up only to see the most fucked out and lovesick grin spread across his lips.....

[classyrbf]

Gojo moans while eating pussy

Toji spits while eating pussy

Geto slurps on your clit while eating pussy

Nanami uses his fingers while eating pussy

Choso cums while eating pussy

How do I know? I’ve had hands on experience if ykwim….

[j3llyc4kes-deactivated20251111]

learn something yet?

tags: satoru gojo x fem!reader, sukuna x fem!reader, fratboy!sukuna, fratboy nerd!gojo, cuck!gojo, college au, smut without plot, threeway, sukugo, gojos a sweet softie and sukunas rough af, sukuna has a jacobs ladder, unprotected p in v, mating press, overstim, dacryphilia, squirting, creampie, homoerotica, oral (f & m receiving), cum eating

w.c: 2.1k

a/n: idk wtf i was thinking when i wrote this, feel like u dont see this pair often in x reader fics, or maybe im wrong ANYWHO i looove me some sukugo so bark bark, also art creds to @/kcokaine_ on insta! mwah

ryomen sukuna is someone you never thought you’d ever speak to, let alone be fucking right now.

especially since you already have a man, local campus nerd and frat vice president, satoru gojo. he’s a sweetheart really, which is why he probably agreed to this. he was hesitant at first but you can tell he’s loving every second of this. which is also why he’s behind you, holding your quaking legs back, knees pinned up to your chest while his total opposite and bestfriend sukuna pounds his thick cock deep into your soppy pussy.

satoru leans down, his breath hot and shaky against your ear, voice soft like he’s trying not to lose it. “feels good, huh baby?”

you whine, nodding as you press even further back against his lean chest, fingers clawing into his forearms for some kind of grounding. sukuna is fucking rearranging your guts. he’s so deep you swear you feel him in your lungs. not something you’re unused to—your sweet boyfriend can hit those same depths, stretch you just as wide—but this man, this sex god of a man, is so much rougher. less gentle. and it feels so fucking good. each drag of his long, thick dick against your velvety walls sends electric jolts through your entire body, his jacob’s ladder piercing rubbing against every sensitive ridge so deliciously you’re seeing stars. the plan was for satoru to watch, to learn how to make you squirt, and you feel it now—building deep in your core, a tight, hot coil that’s got your thighs trembling and your breath hitching. sukuna’s already made you cum three times, each one harder than the last, leaving you a sweaty, moaning mess, your body slick with sweat and shaking from the intensity.

“s-sukuna,” you moan, voice breaking as tears prick the corners of your eyes, spilling over and streaking down your flushed cheeks. “fe-feels li-like i’m gonna pee, ‘m so sen-sensitivee.”

sukuna just chuckles, breathless and rough, his voice low and dripping with that cocky confidence that makes your stomach twist. “uh-uh, that’s the feeling we want, baby. just let go, yeah? let go for me, don't be shy.”

he snaps his hips harder, the obscene wet smack of skin on skin echoing in the cramped frat house bedroom, the air thick with the musky scent of sex, sweat, and the faint bitterness of cheap beer clinging to sukuna’s breath. his hands grip the back of your thighs so hard you know you’ll bruise, his calloused fingers digging into your soft flesh as he angles himself even deeper, hitting that spongy spot that makes your brain go fuzzy. you’re sobbing now, tears streaming freely as the overstimulation wracks your body, every thrust pushing you closer to that edge you’re both chasing. satoru’s hands shake where they hold your calves, his glasses slipping down his nose as he watches, wide-eyed, lips parted like he’s witnessing something divine.

“shit, baby,” he murmurs, voice barely audible, thick with awe and something else—something desperate. “you’re takin’ him so well—look at you, fuck.” there’s a hitch in his tone, like he’s torn between pride and being painfully turned on, his hard-on pressing insistently against your lower back through his sweats, hot and throbbing.

sukuna’s grin is sharp and feral as he glances up at satoru, his best friend since they were kids—though you still don’t get how that works. sukuna was a bully back then, satoru's bully specifically, always picking on the lanky, pale kid with the weird blue eyes and the too-bright smile. you’ve heard the stories from your boyfriend late at night, curled up in his dorm bed, his head on your chest as he laughed about it—how sukuna used to shove him into lockers, steal his lunch, call him names until one day, something shifted. maybe it was his relentless optimism, the way he never fought back but never broke either, always coming back with a grin and a dumb joke. or maybe it was the day satoru caught sukuna crying behind the school, about his twin brother dying, and instead of telling the entire school that sukuna's a pussy, satoru sat there, quiet, offering him half a candy bar.

whatever the hell it was, they’ve been inseparable since, a weird bond that makes no sense to anyone else but works for them.

now, sukuna’s the frat president, the campus’s resident bad boy with tattoos crawling up his arms and a reputation for fucking anything that moves, while satoru's the nerdy astrophysics major who still wears digimon tees and spends too much time on reddit. and yet, here they are, sharing you in this sweaty, dimly lit room like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“been holdin' out on me, man,” sukuna pants, voice rough as he smirks at satoru. “your girl’s a fuckin’ champ. takin' every inch— shiiiit. pussy’s grippin’ me like a vice—fuckin’ perfect.”

he slows his thrusts just enough to make you feel every rung of his piercing, the cold metal dragging agonizingly slow against your fluttering walls. you cry out, head lolling back against satoru's shoulder, your nails leaving crescent marks in his skin.

“s’too much,” you whimper, voice slurred, body jerking with every brutal thrust. “suk—sukuna, sa—satoru, i—i can’t—”

but he cuts you off with a deep growl, one hand sliding up to grip your jaw, forcing your teary eyes to meet his crimson ones. he licks away fallen tears and keeps his his gaze locked on you. “none of that shit, baby. you can. you’re gonna fuckin’ squirt for me, aren't you? gonna make a mess all over me and your nerdy little boyfriend.”

his words are filthy, dripping with a dark hunger that makes your toes curl. you feel satoru's breath catch behind you, his grip tightening on your legs like he’s anchoring himself to the moment.

“she’s close, sukuna,” satoru says, voice hoarse, almost breaking as he watches your face contort with pleasure and pain. “i can feel her shaking—fuck, you're so beautiful like this, pretty girl.”

he’s not wrong. you’re a wreck, body glistening with sweat, tears staining your cheeks, lips swollen and red from biting them so hard. your hair’s a mess, sticking to your damp skin, your chest heaves with every ragged breath. sukuna’s eyes flicker between you and satoru, something dark and possessive in his gaze, like he’s getting off on both of you—on the way you’re falling apart and the way satoru’s watching, helpless and horny.

“yeah, she is,” sukuna grunts, slamming into you harder, faster, the bed creaking so loud you’re sure it’ll break. “c’mon, baby, give it to me. show your pretty boy how fuckin’ sloppy you can get.”

the pressure in your core builds impossibly tight, a hot, pulsing knot that makes your thighs quiver and your breath hitch. satoru’s whispering in your ear now, soft and desperate, his voice a stark contrast to sukuna’s roughness. “you can do it, baby, i know you can. just let go—wanna see you fall apart for him. please? for me?”

it’s too much—sukuna’s relentless pace, the way his piercing catches just right, satoru’s sweet voice in your ear, his hands holding you open like an offering. the coil in your core snaps, and you scream, body convulsing as you squirt, a gush of wet heat soaking sukuna’s cock, his abs, the sheets, everything. your vision goes hazy, tears streaming freely as your body spasms, completely overwhelmed, every nerve ending on fire. sukuna groans like he’s won a fucking war, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chases his own release.

“fuck yeah, that’s it, sweetheart—fuckin’ drench me,” he growls, burying himself deep, his cock pulsing as he spills inside you, hot and thick, filling you until you feel it leaking out around him. he grinds into you, riding out his orgasm with a string of curses, his grip on your hips bruising.

satoru’s practically whimpering behind you, his grip on your legs faltering as he watches sukuna empty himself inside you. “holy shit,” he breathes, voice cracking with reverence, his glasses fogging up from how hard he’s breathing. “holy shit, baby, you did so good.”

sukuna pulls out slowly, his cock still twitching, cum dripping from your overstuffed pussy and pooling on the sheets. he smirks at satoru, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “goddamn satoru. lucky guy, your girl's a fuckin' fountain. you learn somethin' yet?”

satoru nods, eyes glued to the creamy, glistening mess between your thighs. “y-yeah...think i got the gist.”

he snorts and leans down, kissing your tear-streaked cheek with a gentleness that feels almost wrong coming from him, before looking back at satoru with a glint in his eye. “you wanna clean her up or should i?”

satoru doesn’t hesitate, sliding out from behind you to kneel between your trembling legs, his tongue darting out to taste the mess you and sukuna made. you moan softly, too fucked out to do anything but let him, your body twitching at the soft, wet drag of his tongue against your oversensitive folds. sukuna chuckles, leaning back on the bed, one arm propped behind his head as he watches satoru lap at your dripping pussy like a man starved.

“good boy,” he mutters and you’re not sure if you heard that right, but it doesn’t matter. you’re slipping into a hazy, blissful afterglow, caught between the two men who’ve just ruined you in the best way.

but it doesn’t stop there. sukuna’s not done, not by a long shot. he shifts, sitting up, his eyes locking onto satoru’s as he licks his lips, still glistening with your release.

“oi, dork,” he says, voice low and teasing, a dangerous edge to it. “you’re doin’ a real good job down there, but you’re missin’ somethin’.”

satoru pauses, looking up, his face flushed red, glasses askew, a string of your slick still connecting his lips to your skin.

“what?” he asks, voice rough like he’s barely holding it together.

sukuna grins, leaning forward, his hand reaching out to grip satoru’s chin, tilting his face up. “you’re not tastin’ me yet, idiot.”

your breath catches, a new wave of heat flooding through you as you realize what sukuna’s implying. satoru’s eyes widen, but there’s no protest, just a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe, or something deeper—as he lets sukuna guide him closer.

“c’mon, don't get all shy in front of your girl now,” sukuna murmurs, his thumb brushing over satoru’s bottom lip, smearing your slick and his own cum across it. “you wanted to learn some shit, right? gotta get the full experience.”

satoru swallows hard, his throat bobbing, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, he leans in, tentative at first, his tongue flicking out to lick at the mess on sukuna’s cock, still half-hard and glistening with both of your releases. sukuna groans, low and guttural, his hand sliding into satoru’s white hair, tugging him closer.

“fuck, yeah. that’s it,” he mutters, hips twitching slightly as satoru’s tongue moves, cautious but eager, lapping at the mixture of you and sukuna like it’s a fucking delicacy. you can’t look away, your body still trembling from your own release, but the sight of satoru—your sweet, nerdy boyfriend—going down on sukuna’s cock has you clenching around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your core.

he glances up at you, his blue eyes hazy behind his foggy glasses, and there’s a spark of pride there, like he’s pleased with himself for pushing his limits.

sukuna chuckles, his grip tightening in satoru’s hair. “quick learner.” he teases, there’s a hint of fondness in his tone, buried under the roughness that makes you wonder again about their history—how two people so different could be so fucking close. but you don’t have time to dwell on it, because sukuna’s pulling satoru off his cock with a wet pop, dragging him up to kiss him, hard and messy. you watch, wide-eyed, as their tongues tangle, sukuna’s hand gripping the back of satoru’s neck like he owns him. satoru’s moaning into it, his hands clutching at sukuna’s shoulders.

when they break apart, sukuna’s grinning, his eyes flicking to you. “your boy’s got potential, sweetheart,” he says, voice dripping with amusement. “but don't think i'm done with you yet, baby.”

and before you can process it, he’s grabbing you, pulling you onto his lap, your oversensitive pussy brushing against his still-hard cock. you gasp, hands flying to his broad shoulders, but he just laughs, low and rough, as he positions you over him.

“gonna fuck you over and over,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “fill you up some more. make that pretty cunt squirt all over me again. and satoru's gonna show you what he's learned, isn't that right?”

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[kamitv]

★ Tattooing Sukuna’s thighs but he has a major pain kink he can barely control & a bit of a crush on you. (inspired by this post)

Sukuna can't help but get hard the moment you start working. You're the same woman that did the markings on his back, arms, face, chest, shoulders, wrists-, everywhere, and now it was time to do the same thing on his thighs.

Except, unlike the other areas you've tatted, the position in which you have to ink him is rather suggestive. It was one thing when you did his chest and those markings that trail down his abdomen, he'd already struggled not to think about how close you were to what would soon be a problem...

Now you were doing his thighs. He was okay for the most part while you worked the tattoo-gun over the outsides out his legs but the moment you asked him to manspread wide enough so that you had room to work on the inner side? Oh, he was fucked.

Your gloved hands went to his inner knees to help guide those muscular legs of his farther open so that you could work comfortably, and Sukuna really should've known he wouldn't last too long. The moment you brought the tip of the tool to his skin, off first contact with his inner thigh—your face so close to his skin he could feel your softened breaths—his head flew back.

Thank fuck you're a professional and don't seem to notice it at first but, his hips are immediately shifting against his seat while you're working ever so casually. The gun stabbing into his inner thigh over and over and over again with those tiny needles was so painful and yet... the thick tip of his cock is poking up against his bundled black shorts, quickly soaking through the fabric enough to be noticeable.

"Ohh, fuck. Just like that..." He groans all of a sudden, the sound rather sensual and making your ears perk up.

You chuckle at his suggestive words but pay no mind to it, eyes still fixated on the gun in your hands, "Sukuna, can you please stop groaning like that. It's kinda distracting." You scold harmlessly.

His voice is a bit deeper and huskier than you know it to be, "But it feels so fucking good."

Sukuna’s heavy arm drapes over his mouth to conceal the moan that threatens to escape him and alert you of his aroused state. He hopes you think all his shifting and bratty huffing is from the pain and not the fact that he's so ridiculously turned on right now.

"Someone could walk in and think I'm in here giving you a blowjob or something,” You snort before lifting the machinery away from his skin for a moment to check your work, "Should've warned me about your pain kink before setting up this appointment with me."

Sukuna moves his arm and smirks down at you, hand snaking down to his crotch just to cup his current issue in hopes of hiding it from you. The pain felt way too good this session.

Then your gun dives into a specific bundle of nerves that cause a moan to finally leave him. You weren't new to this line of work, you were used to some of your clients having that kind of reaction but... Sukuna had never been the vocal type, especially when he breathes out a whorish, "Ah, h-harder…”

The man just couldn't help himself.

Which is exactly why you stop for a second and look up at him, trying to see if you really heard what the hell you just heard. Scoffing, "What?"

His adam's apple is bobbing in his throat and you could see how tense his jaw was from the pain, eyes hazy and glaring down on yours. You weren't gonna say anything else until you just so happen to drag your gaze downwards and-

Oh.

That plump outline of his hard cock was not hidden well under his big hand. He couldn’t hide that thing no matter how hard he tried. Well, that and the way he was literally palming his shaft to provide himself some sort of relief like you weren’t sitting a few centimeters away.

As if this was supposed to be normal, he merely cocks his chin at you and where you’ve got your tool pointing, grunting, "Right there, press-,” The tattoo-gun sinks into his skin before he gets to finish and you watch his cheeks flush with red and his lashes flutter in pleasure, “Fuck, harder..."

Now, this is not how you normally handle these kinds of situations but then again, not many of your clients sit here and talk you through the tattooing process all sexually like he was currently. So, you press the needle into him with a little more pressure, not enough to cause significant damage or anything but, y’know, just to satisfy the guy a little. "Like that?" You chuckle, finding this whole thing funny above anything else.

Sukuna’s eyes widen before rolling back, hips bucking up into his palm as he throws his head back again and groans out, "I'm gonna cum.."

Caught off guard by the fact that he’s being so deadass right now, you blink. "Sukuna, what?" He angles his head to look down at you again and his mind blanks.

You’ve pulled your tool away from his leg and you’re fully facing him now, sitting one head-pull away from his aching cock and… looking down at it. Jaw slacking and hand tensing around his bulging erection, "S-Shiiit..." He nearly whines, trying to squeeze his dick a bit tighter to stop himself from cumming. There’s no way he was about to blow his load just from one measly look from you-

"Are you serious right now?" You scoff, annoyance coating your tone in a way that has his cockhead drooling even more.

Sukuna chuckles, "Uhuh, keep lookin at me like that,” He says boldly before fully stroking his length through the slicked of his shorts, “M’almost there..."

"Gross.." You say harmlessly before you place your gun down and then push up on your knees. His brows furrow as he watched the way you force his hand out of the way to replace with your own, gorgeous fingers wrapping around the bobbing outline of his cock.

He sits straight up and moans way too loudly for his own liking. "Fuck, wait-, I’m—“

He doesn’t even get to finish before you feel him twitching profusely underneath your palm, having hardly been touched. You giggle and then lift your hand to watch the wet spot on his shorts spread—indicating that he just came from a single touch.

To which you snicker, “Yikesss, that’s embarrassing. Only took one touch to get you there?”

Sweating slightly and gulping down a thick swallow of nerves, “What are you talking about?” He asks with this blank stare like he didn’t just blow his load against your palm and wasn’t currently panting from his recent orgasm.

You cock a brow and then cross your arms, “Did you not just cum in my hand?”

Sukuna looks left, then right, then back at you before lifting his shoulders to shrug, “…No?”

“Then—“

He suddenly nods down at you and then hums, “Look down ‘n pay attention, brat. M’still hard.”

You follow his little order and look down to see that his dick is definitely still curving up all needily against his clothing. Face twisting up with confusion—as if that was supposed to prove his point or something, “That doesn’t mean you didn’t just cum from one touch like some loser.” You argue.

“Well, if you have such a problem with it, put that mouth on my cock next time so I don’t make the same mistake.” He suggests way too casually for your liking.

“Y’know what, fine,” You accept, hands moving to peel those shorts of his down in an unprofessional manner—though, that line had been crossed a while ago. His cock comes springing free with a meaty thud against his lower abdomen, completely smothered in his release, and earning a widening of your eyes. Then you take his shaft into your hand, thumb flicking under one of his throbbing veins as you whisper, “And if you last longer than five minutes, I’ll give you a discount for the tatt’.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, hand quickly and naturally moving to weave through your hair and urge you on, “That’s all I get? A little discount?”

You smile knowingly and your lips decorate his blushing tip of creamy cum with soft taps, “You’re cute but,” Your tongue swipes out to taste the mess coating your lips now, “If you want anything free, you gotta make me cum too.”

As if you’d just uttered some kinda magical words, Sukuna’s thighs spread impossibly wider as he slumps further back and rolls his hips upward, “Yeah? Well, get up here and use this cock until you're a mess too if that’s the case."

Gulp.

A/N: not proofread. thank you @crude-saint for thrusting sum inspo into me, this was for u bby. & I’m just gonna tag sum people who showed sum interest in the idea; @blkkizzat @cupidstrace @storiesbyparadise

[sweethearticism]

˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓡. 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𓂃 ⭒ helps you finger yourself, literally

okay, here's the problem. you ate one of sukuna's fingers.

you didn't mean to. and honestly, what the hell were you supposed to do? you were cornered, desperate, and you just so happened to retrieve one of these accursed limbs so really— you were just being a smart sorcerer.

‘smart’, yes. real smart. now you have the king of curses inside of you— pause.

“what were you thinking?” groaned gojo, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“well I—”

“she wasn't thinking. I don't think she has a single coherent thought, actually.”

piped up a deeper voice from beneath your eye. fucker— you covered it with a quick hand as if you could suffocate him. he did that a lot. pitched in when no one asked for him.

unfortunately for you, this became your livelihood. sharing your body with a powerful, pretentious and honestly? a prick of a sorcerer.

to your credit, you were able to keep him at bay. for the most part. but that didn't stop. the thoughts.

“you call this jujutsu? pitiful.”

“or, we could just leave them to die.”

“you're doing it wrong.”

“what if we ate her? I don't care if her name is shoko, what if we ate her?”

it was hell in earth. he was ruthless, relentless and rude. and right now? he was ruining whatever last shred of your sanity you had left.

ever since sukuna showed up, let's just say you haven't had. . . self care time. there was no way in hell that you were putting a hand between your legs when the king of curses himself could watch you like some. . . perverted cat.

but he'd been quiet today. awfully quiet. maybe he was sleeping? you were desperate.

which is how you found yourself here now, back limped into the pillows, thighs spread wide and two fingers pumping in. messing slick and pussy drool all over the place as you throbbed meekly on your knuckles.

“is this how you touch yourself?”

a deep voice rumbled.

you tried to ignore him. you really did.

“shut up.” you gasped, crooking your fingers and angling your hips. “sh-shut up, just shut up, I'm so—”

“close?” he crooned. “no you're not. hardly. you do know I can feel how your body works?”

your fingers stuttered. you're whining. “you're desperate, sure. but far from close.” the mocking lilt spurs your hand and tears to your eyes. you hiccuped a shout.

“I said shut up!”

“let me help.”

you faltered altogether, chewing on your lip with big, glossy and confused eyes staring at the ceiling. “help. . .?”

“I am an ancient being,” he started and your tummy looped. “don't you think I know better than anyone how to touch a body?”

your nerves trembled, muscles tensed and slipped as your control did. vanishing into the palms of his hands that took over yours and withdrew your fingers. you whined, trying to push back against his will and take control of your body back—

but you crumbled into a boneless puddle as he flicked your thumb back onto your clit. slow, precise circles that had you keening.

“oh god.”

he plunged your fingers back in. curled them just right and massaged that sticky spot. you could only buck your hips and whimper.

“god?” his laugh rumbled through your mind. hot, consuming. your head hung back. “sure. make me your god.”

and then he made your body his sacrifice. fingers pistoning, coiling, fucking you just right on your own hand and forcing your hips into perfect grinding angle.

you were breathless. dizzy. your mouth parted in stream of moans and cries as your body became his. as he made you clench on your own fingers and shoot towards a blistering orgasm.

“close,” you sobbed.

“of course you are,” his voice lowered to a husked taunt. “the things I would do to you if I were in my true form. . . fuck, you wouldn't be able to take even two fingers.”

the sinful implication looped the knot tighter. you pulsed and melted into the heat rushing up your thighs and cunt, looking at the pit of your stomach. fuck.

the world spun as you creamed your fingers. he relinquished control on your hips so that you could mindlessly buck and grind into the bubbling pleasure.

“fuck, oh fuck, sukuna.” you rasped.

at last, he groaned. “there you go petal. . .” and you swore, you felt his hot kiss on your ear. “let's see what else this little body of yours can take, hm?”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato

[sugurusbeloved-deactivated20260]

18+ MDNI

the first thing you see when you push that door open is the curve of his spine, a pale, tense bow against the rumpled hotel duvet.

SATORU GOJO is on his hands and knees, head dropped low between his shoulders, and he’s fucking himself on a thick, translucent dildo with delirious movements.

a low, punched-out whine spills from his throat. "nnngh… f-fuck… it’s not… it’s not enough…"

the toy is slick, shining under the cheap bedroom light, and you can see how his body clenches around the plastic veins. he’s mumbling, a broken stream of pleas and cries. "c'mon, c'mon, work already, you stupid… just like that… but i need… i need to come so bad, it’s not fair…"

it’s a pathetic, far cry from the smug bastard who, just an hour ago, had bragged about single-handedly exorcising the special-grade curse you’d been sent to handle together. he’d stretched, yawned dramatically, and booked this one hotel room. “you can sleep on the floor, or in the bath,” he’d insulted, his signature shit-eating grin in place. “i worked harder, so i get the bed. g'night!”

exhausted and pissed, you’d finally shoved the door, only to find it was never locked at all. he’d just wanted to get rid of you. to do this.

he doesn't even notice you at first, too lost in his own ecstatic little world. his hips bucks, driving the toy deeper, and a thin moan escapes him. "please, please, just let me come… why won't it let me come…"

then his rhythm breaks, turns uneven and fast. he lets go of the toy, one hand flying to his own leaking cock while the other braces against the headboard, and he starts to really bounce on it, the wet slap of silicone against skin echoing in the quiet room.

"i'm gonna, i'm gonna, i'm—" he chokes out, the words slurred and high. "oh fuck, oh fuck, finally, finally—"

it hits him like a seizure, his back arching violently, a pornographic sound getting caught in his throat that just goes on and on. his body seizes up, his toes curling, his hand working furiously over his cock as he spills over his own fingers and the hotel sheets in messy pulses.

it seems to last forever, this shuddering, whining finish, before he finally, completely collapses onto his side, chest heaving, a string of incoherent, wet-sounding whimpers falling from his lips. "nnn… mmph… h-hah…"

it’s only then that his head lolls to the side, his blindfold askew. his clouded, stunningly blue eyes lock directly with yours.

he freezes. all the air leaves the room.

for a single second, there’s just the sound of his rough, pathetic breathing and the hum of the minibar fridge.

then, a slow, shameless grin spreads across his flushed, tear-streaked face. he doesn't even try to cover himself.

“oops.”

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