Synopsis. Bréeding kínk? Going feraI? What the hell is that? Maybe your sweet clan leader husband knows the answer…
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Choso, arranged marriage, mentions of heirs, he’s a little ínsane, elders are awful, MARATHONS, he goes FÉRAL, BRÉEDING, creampíes, a lot of cúmplay, semi-public, dóm Choso, oraI (fem rec), cervíx kíssing, making it fit, bulges, cúmflations, matíng presses, dúmbification, overstím, making him CRY, p talking, spítting, HEADLOCKS, slight 5 + 1 things, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 9.3k
A/N. CLAN LEADER CHOSO CLAN LEADER CHOSO
Choso Kamo - firstborn son of the ancient Kamo clan, more of a myth than a man.
Those who attended the sprawling Kamo Estate never dared utter a word about him; and those who didn’t, well, he was all that they could talk about.
He left no evidence, he left no remorse.
Only rumors of a silent, stoic leader who could slaughter four entirely different clans before he let even a singular whisper of it spread amongst the masses. Ones of pretty mahogany eyes, and a silver bow and arrows that hit the target of your very soul - so fluid it was as if he’d forged the weapon with his own blood.
And then there were the other rumors - more gossip than anything, really. Spread throughout every nook and cranny of stuffy social functions about how the deadly Kamo clan leader had another, secretive side. A softer side.
But, of course, rumors were rumors. Choso Kamo was simply an enigma.
And…your new husband.
“Zoning out, hm?” A hot gust of breath sends shivers sprinting down your spine, and in an instant you’re snapping your eyes to latch onto deep, hazel ones. Choso’s. The edge of his plump lips curl slightly upwards, “My apologies, this wedding reception is quite droning, isn’t it?”
Hastily breathing, “N-no! Of course not, I…” You’re wincing when yet another wizened elder saunters up to the raised platform of your table. Probably the hundredth of the night. “-yeah, maybe a bit.”
Choso stifles out a rumbling bout of chuckles as he catches your gaze, so close now that his pearly white teeth almost nick your sensitive earlobe. “Let me take care of this, my wife.”
And when Choso shifts over to nod curtly at your oncoming guest, you couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful he is. All tall, towering lines of lean muscle, his silken black yukata wafting of heady cologne, and delicate features that made him have almost as many admirers as he did foes.
Or, at least, delicate features that were currently twisted into something hardened. Something exactly like clan leader Kamo of all the stories.
He’s tilting his head up, long lashes narrowed, “Elder Tanaka, a pleasure.”
“No no! The pleasure’s all mine.” The older man slurs drunkenly, and despite the way his words were just dripping with saccharine sweet politeness, years of suffering through these exact interactions had made it easy for you to spot faux niceties. Like right now. “Or should I say- the new madam’s. You must be glad to marry into a clan as esteemed as the Kamo’s.”
The plastic smile that smears all over your face is painful, and you’re biting your tongue before it betrays you. “Yes, of c-”
“My apologies for cutting in, madam.” You’re startling - but you don’t know whether it’s because of the softened fingerpads that intertwine around yours, or the utter fire curdling in Choso’s eyes. “But I must say, I am the lucky one here.”
Oh.
Elder Tanaka is more impressive than you thought - his mask of respect barely even cracks, other than the jerky twitch of one eye. Honestly, you don’t think he’s ever heard Choso speak this much ever before. Quickly gathering his bearings, “Ah- ah, of course, master Kamo! Correct as always!”
Fuck- you can’t hold back the way you roll your eyes, only remembering yourself when Choso’s engulfing hands loosen from your own to give your thigh a warm squeeze.
“You have wedded quite the catch, of course of course.” Your unwelcome company finally, finally looks at you properly. A sneer coating his slow blinking, “I-I simply meant that considering the master’s incredible power, wealth, and options, what she brings to the table-”
“-is herself.” Choso finishes off monotonically. “And that’s all I need.”
Choso’s words were husky, his grip on you tight. And you wonder if he even realized just how hard he was clutching onto your heated skin - mountains of his palm dragging a smooth up n’ down your clothed leg.
You knew he was well-hidden underneath the lacy tablecloth, you knew that not a single elder, family member, or friend bustling about your wedding reception could see that particular touch over the dim yolky lighting.
But something about it just made you feel hot.
It takes you a few fuzzy seconds to realize that Elder Tanaka was still speaking - in fact, he’d even summoned over a few more members of the council to encircle your decadent table. All the more voices speaking at you rather than to you.
“-that’s what I was saying-” You’re catching croaked-out snatches of conversation, warily eyeing the way the men clap each other supportively on their backs.“-it’s about the right time don’t you think?”
Another one nods, “Jin has been waiting for so long, after all-”
“-yes yes, to have an heir-”
Oh.
That’s what had Choso’s high cheekbones currently dusted with a faintly blossoming rose pink. That’s what had his thickened digits dipping past your luxurious evening yukata to rover between your thighs higher, and higher- like he didn’t even realize what he was doing.
Like he was yearning for it.
“The Kamo clan shall have an heir.” You’re interrupting their ramblings, the mere sound of your voice enough to make Choso’s fingertips twitch. Smooth skin prickling with heaps of goosebumps already when you lock eyes right with his. “As soon as my husband is ready, right?”
And Choso Kamo was brought up with the most rigorous of training, raised to never show even the barest flicker of emotion - especially one where he’s caught off guard.
But right now he knows that he looks as stunned as he feels.
Coral pink maw falling into a soft oh! dark whirlpools of his eyes glinting with something so utterly raw. The trembling tips of his fingers lurch up just the barest inch to drag a lazy line down your pussymound.
He’s instantaneously shifting his free hand up in one, fluid motion to cover the feverishly flushed half of his face. Jaw clenching with a sharp click! of his teeth when he swipes the fat pad of his thumb down a fresh bead of your leaking slick, making such a flimsy mess of your drenched panties. Was this all for him?
Because now Choso’s getting…greedy.
And you’re almost letting off a slight whimper when he hastily drags his scouring hand away - that is, before every and any sound dies in your throat once your husband dips his wetted thumb past his lips and sucks.
Subtly.
And his voice cracks oh-so-pathetically, “R-right.”
Eyes staring deeply into yours when he parts his doughy fingertips mere millimeters to lather it with a fat wad of saliva. Your breath hitches in your chest, frantically glancing at the babbling group of men who were, thankfully, way too absorbed in themselves to notice your little…tryst.
And it’s only with all his years as a seasoned fighter that Choso’s nuzzling his soaked digits back between your jittery thighs. In a flash.
Planting exactly three soppy smack! smack! smacks! plapped onto the perfect arch of your drooling pussy. Choso’s raising his neat brows at just how those tremors make you squirm in your seat.
“Ch-Cho—so-” You’re gasping under your breath, hips repeatedly shuffling on your cushiony chair when he licks up repeated, sultry circles- no, wait, hearts along the slippery slit of your covered cunt. Up and down. “Th-they might see…”
“Shhh, don’t want them to hear, baby.” He’s leaning in to pant out a murked cloud against your ear, throat bobbing with a ravenous swallow of saliva as he then probes a few stuffy fingers under your panties. “You seem stressed– Let me take care of it.”
Oh, it was a promise - and the rasping growl that bled into Choso’s tone told you that he was well and fully intent on accomplishing his little task. “Spread those pretty legs now.”
With a steady, muscular calf hooked with your own, he’s cracking your thighs evermore parted. The scorching hot press of his big, beefy forearm over your shoulders making you feel as if you’re on the verge of melting. Practically on his lap now-
“Is everything alright, master–?” You’re hearing from what sounds like somewhere over in the distance, even though you already know that it’s from right in front of you.
“Everything is quite alright.” Choso’s plush pecs vibrate with his rapid answer, and you’re finding yourself leaning your weight onto his. Huffing and puffing near the crook of his neck, “It seems the madam is just feeling a little ah…tired, right now. Continue your talk, elders.”
Tired - you couldn’t feel more riled up if you even tried.
“Ngh- Choso-” You’re sinking your teeth into your wobbly lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. High, carved chair singing off a slight creak! when you’re bucking your hips up to jostle his gluttonous fingers closer to where you wanted him the most. “-need you.”
Well, whatever his wife wanted - you got.
In simple nanoseconds, Choso’s snugly prying away your gauzy lace. Letting the too-thin fabric snap back against your sappy cunt with a teasing little swat!
Before you can blink, he’s gracing your panties with microscopic tears at just how eager he was to give your plump, buttony clit a good, hard push. Cold golden wedding ring perking up against your most tender spots. Flexible wrists bending towards an even vulgarly deep angle to keep you from escaping-
And you think you could scream, you think you could open your mouth to make a scene - before Choso beats you to it. Purring out an oblivious, “Is everything alright, my wife? You seem a little feverish.”
All the while slipping n’ sliding his fingerpads to smear your gluey pussylips open. Mazing down, down, down in a lecherous little pace to plug up your geysering entrance snugly full with two of his fattened digits.
You’re clutching helplessly onto Choso’s thick yukata sleeve when the elders stare over at you curiously, “I-I’m fine, Ch- my husband. Just a few post-wedding jitters.”
“Awww, that’s alright.” He’s cooing from above you, words sugarcoated with such gentleness - but his hands were anything but. “M’here, m’here.” Setting out a vicious, ceaseless pace that has his manly fingers outlining numerous circles round n’ round your tight, flooding entrance. Motioning in slight, sleazy swirls all around your elastic hole just to fit inside properly. “Your dear Choso’s here, y’know? And I’ll take such good care of you.”
“Ah! Of course-” Ring out the replies, evidently your hurried-out shudders were not enough for your guests to lose interest. Or for Choso, either - because he’s just feeding your slobbering orifice with more fat inches upon grinding inches. “-producing an heir is a very integral part of the marriage contract. It’s understandable to be nervous.”
Shivering, “S-sure.”
“Mhm—” Choso’s trawling his pouted mouth down your perspiration-simmered temple, “-a very integral part. But, of course, we’ve got to make sure that my beloved wife is-” Quirking the very edge of his digits to clash right into the target of your g-spot. “-ready, after all.”
The clingy embrace of your warm cunt so cozy that it’s bumping Choso’s metallic ring further and further from his hilled knuckles to dredge out a chilling, languid massage along your channel.
It takes everything in you to manage up a half-heartedly narrowed glare up at your chatting husband, easily conversing his way through every battering ram being placed on your pretty pussy.
He doesn’t make a sign - he doesn’t even make a noise. Nothing except for a sharp, sudden inhale once another innocent peck at your lips makes your filthy hole fountain out a fresh lather of sickly sweet juices.
Dripping all the way down to his wrist with thickly viscous adhesive, he’s making such a fucking mess. And a loud one, too.
Slurp after slurp being wrenched out with every pound of his neatly cut nails patterning out little indents onto your most favorite spots - ones that have your legs shaking underneath the humid table. Choso’s bouncing his knee to drum out a staccato against the floor, just to cover up your cute little melody.
He has you going insane.
You’re pushing apart your legs to dig into either side of your chair with just how desperate you were for him. For more more more.
Bumping your thigh against one of his, and the mere touch is enough to send shockwaves down Choso’s sloped body.
“Trying to tease me, baby?” He’s hovering over you even closer, darting out a hefty thud! of two fingertips- no, three - when did he even bully in another one - onto the goopy roof of your cunt.
“M’not-” You’re biting out, head lolling ever-so-slightly backwards when Choso furrows his brows and pumps out copious thrusts that hit your forbidden g-spot dead on. Engulfed so deeply inside your hot core that the gentle curves of his palm smudge against your clit now. “J-just keep- talking.”
And, truly, it wasn’t just because your company was peering over the two of you expectantly - it was because Choso sounded so very hot.
Vibrato husky with an animalistic sort of need, tremoring ever-so-slightly-
“Agreed, I would like a few sons and daughters.” Choso’s nodding along smoothly, although his full attention is focused on you. His wife. And the way your sweltering hot gummy walls clench around his bludgeoning fingers even tighter at the words. Faster. “Maybe three. Maybe five. Although, it’s up to the madam.”
In the corner of your eye, you’re catching them all staring at you, and you urgently force out a nod.
“C’mon now, answer them using your words like a big girl, why don’t you–?” He’s humming, tilting your burning face up. Faster. So that you can’t hide.
Lilting shrill just as unbalanced as your head was, “Y-yes-”
But of course, that wasn’t enough - that would never be enough. “Louder. They can’t hear you over the music, baby.”
Can’t do anything but claw down drawings of red, red lines all across Choso’s milky arms when he bustles into the targets of your honeyed spots even harder. Unsteady syllables spilling out from your lip before you can even register them, “Yes- yes. As…many as possible.”
“That’s it- good girl.”
Fuck.
And those raked scratches make perfect artwork for him to admire - just as he was admiring you right now.
It was just such a shame that the others here were, too, even if they didn’t know the complete and utter sin happening just underneath the table cloth. Sloppier.
Choso’s kissing his teeth, broad deltoids of his shoulder positioning to hide you away from any sleazy gazes. Because they could be near, but they couldn’t see. You were his.
“Then, it’s settled-” He’s drawling, hooded eyes locked onto you. Memorizing your every minute twitch and reaction when he urges his free hand to hold onto yours on your lap. Or, at least, that’s what it looked like to the outside. In fact, Choso’s snugly prying apart your silken robes to roll over your throbbing clit and pinch. “-we can look forward to an heir, soon. Right, madam?”
And that’s all it takes for you to cum.
Your head tucking into his sculptured shoulder, thighs closing with a dull clap! as your high crashes into you headfirst. You don’t need to mutter a single sentence for Choso to know.
For his eyes to widen just a fraction at the way your treacly slit only got infinitely dewier, rounded gumdrops of your slick sprinkling down in a weepy sheen all over his messy hands. Mouth going parched at the realization that you’re orgasming right here, right now.
“O-oh? Seems my wife agrees.” Choso’s waving those elders away now, not taking his eyes off of you for a single second. It was just too adorable how you were shaking like a leaf at his side, “Well, m’glad. So- so…glad.”
Motioning your hips in such salacious semi-circles to bump up his upright fingers against your every extra sweet orifice.
Your sticky walls were so staggeringly tightly wrapped around him that it’s making his forehead bead with sweat, low puffs of air escaping with every peak he fucks you through. Every peak of white-hot pleasure that he draaags out until your guests are finally - finally - walking back to their own tables.
“Sh-shit-” you’re mewling when Choso barely hesitates - barely even takes a quick sweep around the room to check who might be looking - before parting from your sappy cunt with a resounding squelch!
Immediately popping those viscously-glazed fingerpads into his starved mouth, he’s letting his glassy eyes sprint to the back of his head. Musing out a moan, “Fuck- fuck!”
You can only watch with an awed gape whilst Choso stares right into your heart-shaped pupils as he cleans himself off. One by one. Before trekking his lustrous fingers back over to your cunt, and measuring out a wide few inches - perhaps nine - from the base of your teary entrance up to your tummy.
“Choso…” you’re whispering, hazy eyes blinking up at him as if through molasses. “Wha’s that for?”
And Choso only grins, stray range of knuckles thoroughly bitten underneath his gleaming canines while he measures you up.
As if he was holding back. Keeping himself sane. And the half-lided greed in Choso’s eyes told you that he’d fuck you all proper right here and right now if he could. “N-nothing- just making sure of somethin’, my wife. Making sure that you can take me.”
Oh.
This was far from over. You were fucked.
And you were completely and utterly sure of it even if the topic of an…heir didn’t come up for the next few days after that.
Not that you didn’t think about it, though - it was hard not to, when your fatally notorious husband showed such a tender side of himself with his younger brothers.
With you.
And soon enough even through all the bustling meetings and duties of a madam, you’re still figuring out a way to tell Choso that you really weren’t kidding about what you said during that wedding reception.
Sure, you were drunk on his fingers but - that wasn’t just all, was it?
But you’d sorely underestimated just how busy a clan leader could get. And before you knew it, putting off the conversation for the morning after your wedding night had turned into putting it off for the weekend.
Then putting it off for next week. Two weeks.
All the way until you’re trudging along the winding corridors of the Kamo Estate during the most unholy hours of the night. Grumbling groggily to yourself about how you’d finally told him and it had ended supremely well - in a dream, that is.
Choso had been absent for almost the entire day today, attending an important land negotiation with a far-off clan, according to Jin.
Now, you knew just how powerful your husband was - it was impossible to escape the legends and rumors, in fact - and you trusted him. Still, you couldn’t help but toss and turn the entire night away in your coldly empty bed as you wondered just how safe he would get home.
You’d been to such veiled conferences before, after all.
And it’s simply pure worry that has you dragging yourself out of your king-sized bed to shuffle into the barely-lit kitchen. Stifling half-blindly in the moonlight through cabinets and coolers to find ah! Exactly what you’ve been looking for.
Thank goodness this place was empty right now, you didn’t know if you could handle it if the chef was here to lecture you about balanced diets when you’re bites deep into your sugary, shaved icing.
And it’s exactly with this thought in mind that you hear a loud thud! emanating from the far end of the hallway. Your eyes widen, ears searching for more-
Footsteps.
At this time? Your fingers itch towards the sparkling display of knives tucked in one corner of the granite counter. Ready to aim for that tall approaching shadow, ready to fling just as Choso had taught you when-
“Baby?”
“Oh–” Your breath comes out in a heavy gust of relief, eyes unable to tear away from the shaded outline of your husband, taking up every inch of the doorway. “It’s just you, Cho.”
It was. But there was something about Choso that seemed…different. Off.
But not in a bad way - your eyes rover appreciatively over the tautly flexed muscles of his upper half, peeking out almost-blasphemously where he’d shrugged the upper half of his deep purple yukata off.
Glinting bow and arrow stained with crimson, held in one tightly-gripped hand. Your nose wrinkles at the slight, dangerous scent of something metallic. Something not his.
Yet, you can’t help but ogle the slow path of dewdropped sweat trailing down between the curvaceous bulge of his heaving pecs, bumping up and down over his washboard abs, before disappearing below-
It’s like you’re being bolted with an instant flash of lightning as soon as this happens, snapping your eyes over to find Choso’s weighty ones. And oh- the moment you do it’s like something in him melts.
THUD!
You’re jumping when his weapons hit the floor - uncaring of whether this might alert anyone else in the household, uncaring of anything other than crossing the sizzling distance between the two of you in three urgent strides.
You don’t even have the time to process it before Choso halts right before you and falls to his knees. Dark lashes fluttering up at you, he echoes, “Baby.”
Like a broken little mantra.
“Ch-Choso- baby-” It’s just about the only thing you can manage out through hollowed gasps when he’s immediately digging two hands on either side of your hips to easily and pliably seat you on the icy counter. Just where he wanted. “-what’s gotten into you?”
“Dunno.” He’s garbling out, and you’re letting your boneless legs tumble further and further open to let him bury his face right at his favorite place - into your fluttering cunt. “Was jus’ thinking about you alllll day.”
And you could tell.
Because Choso’s every movement was depraved. Jerky. His sensory fingertips trembling when they card underneath your cottony sleep garments, bringing it up to his canines to rip–!
All with his mouth.
“Fuh-fuck-” You’re squealing at the sudden hit of cold air - followed very closely by a scorching hot breeze overtaking every inch of your cunt when Choso leans in and sniffs. Long, hard. Curdling out a feral keen at the back of his throat, “-that’s so filthy, baby.”
“Nothing’s filthy for me if s’you, madam.” At the glint of something slobbering and sharp, you can tell that he’s grinning. “If s’you or…her.”
He was enamored with your ready core, curving a gentle thumb down the glossy edges to give your driveling hole a good trickle of spittle.
And Choso Kamo knew he had perfect aim - he knew he didn’t have to make a mess.
But oh, he couldn’t keep himself from tilting his head just degrees to the side to let the splatters leave dripping wet splotches down your saturated folds, your inner thighs.
Tongue so long, lolling out drunkenly to smear away that filthy excess. He’s poking heated ounces again and again back into your soppy entrance. You were practically flooding torrents of sweet, sweet juices around him, already making a mess that lacquers his dimpled chin.
You were always so sweet - so good for him. And he can feel his ears pop already with the greedy anticipation of what he was craving to do.
“Think you missed me, too.” He’s snickering, teeth sinking down onto the fleshy nub of your clit. It’s enough to make you want to sob. “Didn’t ya?”
Gyrating your hips in such hypnotizing little swivels off of the smooth counter, you’re feeling his candied breaths hit your gummy walls even deeper. Sloppier. Whimpering out, “Yes- yes. Missed you so badly, Cho–”
“Oh yeah?” He’s tensing up the dexterous edge of his tongue to swipe up unhurried skids of his roughened tastebuds around and around your quivering entrance. In and out. Syrupy slick leaking in heaps right as he does, Choso tilts his head back to let those gooey masses slide down his throat. “Mmm— you’re wetter than usual, baby. How badly do you want the ngh- clan leader on his knees for you, hm?”
It was true - and Choso can feel something coiling and coiling heatedly at the base of his stomach at the idea of giving you perhaps…a kid…or two to make sure you’re not so lonely anymore.
Ah, he was pussydrunk.
“So- too badly.” You don’t think you’d ever be babbling away like this if Choso wasn’t making out with your needy cunt like that.
You’re tangling your fingers hastily into his dark, silken locks - gripping desperately onto his sweat-dampened scalp as you use up all your strength and push. All the way until the very tip of Choso’s button nose was meeting your pulsing clit in a harsh smooch, his chin smacking the teary ends of your cunt.
Words tremoring against the very outer ring of your puffy pussy, silvery strings of saliva n’ sap break off when Choso mutters, “Was talkin’ to her, y’know?”
Fuck.
And you think you would be huffing and puffing about how he was talking with your dousingly wet cunt instead of you.
That is, if you weren’t talking back to him from between your legs.
Because the only thing louder than the slack-jawed ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips with every repeated thrust of Choso’s tongue, was the sound of your soppy squelches. “Ohhh- so that’s how your day was? Tell me more…”
So loud - so embarrassing that you can feel your heart race.
And Choso’s was, too, but for a much more lecherous reason as his tongue clashes even harder to draw out those very same pretty noises from you. He was craning his ears closer - he was addicted.
“Yeah- yeah, tha’s right.” Choso’s groaning, eyes faltering droopily until they were almost shut at the way his husking growls only make you wetter. Well, he could help with that. Hitting your hot core with wad after weighty wad of even more sugary spit. “Thaaaat’s fuckin’ right, missed how mouthy you hah- are. My talkative girl.”
“Cho- ngh!” You’re biting down on your tongue to hold back your words when Choso raises up a hand to leave a solid spank right on your bloated pussymound.
He’s nodding along, head lurching intoxicatedly ever closer and closer. Wiping away a glistening streak of slick painted over his blushing cheeks - his blushing cheeks. “That’s right- would’ve made a- haaaah- a whole lotta b-better points than that stupid council does.”
Before pecking a lingering French kiss on your throbbing clit like a lover would.
And you count one, two, three- partway through four before Choso seems to remember that he’s still in the middle of his conversation with your cute cunt. It’s rude to leave her hanging, he’s pondering.
“Well-” Stringing himself away with such a pained grunt, cerise lower lip plumping out in a pout at the mere thought of being away from you. “-better points than that stupid council d-did. They won’t be making aaaaany comments ‘bout you anymore, madam.”
Your leaden eyelids struggle to flitter open, “Wh-what do you ngh- mean, baby?”
But the only response you get is a quick staccato of swats at your leaky slit, before Choso’s curling in a thick thumb past your watering lips and in to your slicked entrance. Followed by the delicious drag of his lengthy tongue doubly slipping back inside.
Thrust after thrust.
So extensive that he was skimming across all your ridges, mapping out every sweet spot of yours on his mouth. Your adhesive walls were clinging onto him like a vice, sappy mushes making him pry apart your thighs even more through furrowed brows.
“Jus’- just means-” He can’t even bear to speak. To break off from stretching you staggeringly open. Your legs wrap mindlessly around Choso’s ravenous head, “-means I don’t let anyone- hah- say anythin’ about my wife.”
Without a second thought, your eyes find his splayed-out arrows on the floor. The way they were sullied with red…
Oh.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything other than let your head jerk backwards, muffing out slight whimpers when he alternates in such sloppy measures between swirling the fattened expanse of his tongue all over every possible spot of your gummy walls and sucking on your clit like his favorite candy.
“They won’t say- do- anythin’—” In so deep now that all you could make out were numerous wet gurgles. And the pure, unadulterated love in Choso’s tone when he twists his thumb to graze right against your bruised and battered g-spot. Hard. “Not when I love her so much.”
He’s gonna raise your kids to love you just as damn much.
And when you cum, you think you might be sobbing - you’re shaking.
Flurries of stars bursting behind your eyes as you dig your fingers through your husband’s perspired strands. Keening out, “Fuck- m’cumming- m’cumming–”
“I know I know.” He smirks hotly against your puffy pussy lips, so close that you could feel the cratered dimple of his grin. “Yer cute cunt told me, baby– heh- wouldn’t mind being welcomed ah- home by my wife like this every day.”
He lets himself be manhandled, pulled and pushed to your every whim. One of the strongest clan leaders whimpering - whimpering - when you pull just a bit too hard to mash his cushiony mouth in a deeper kiss.
Hot. Sappy.
You’re still shaking with sparking bouts of heat that rush down and up your spine, legs twitching when Choso pulls away with a loudly kissed mwah! Overly exaggerated just to see that shy, fucked-out expression on your face.
He was so unfairly pretty like this - a delicate red blush burning all over his face, eyes half-lidded like he was feverish. A shimmery spray of your juiced slick drips down his chin, his bruised lips, all the way up to his regal cheekbones.
He made a mess. And he was wearing it like a badge of honor.
Rising up, up, up to shutter your ajar jaw and plant a drenching kiss. Choso always left your mind so melty and stupid no matter what he did.
“Do you…do you want some hngh- sh-shaved ice?” You’re babbling with your cottony tongue, unsure of what exactly to say after something as intense as…that.
“Nah-” One kiss. Another Two. Five. “-I jus’ had something a whooole lot sweeter, madam.”
Right now it was so quiet in your kitchen. Just you, Choso, and the gleaming moonlight illuminating his pussydrunken enchantment. Even more so than usual.
You’re glissading your arms around his sweat-matted neck, reeling him in even closer. He smells so good, piney cologne searing your senses even despite that tint of iron. Nervously musing, “Hmmm, wonder if s’always gonna be like hah- this whenever I get…cravings.”
Well- it wasn’t exactly what you wanted to say, but, better than nothing.
“Cravings, huh?” Choso’s eyes twinkle - and you’re not sure if that’s a result of the muted lighting or because of what you just said. Hopefully the latter.
“Well- well just saying I wouldn’t mind if-”
Cutting yourself off, you’re sure it’s the latter when he rests a massive palm, warm against your tummy. Just for a split-second before tucking his big, strong arms underneath your body and propping you in an easy princess carry. “If you have cravings then I’d be the one cooking for ya, my wife. 24/7, at your feet.”
Yeah, you were fucked.
But you never really realized just how much - just how badly - until just a few days later; seated on the polished hardwood floor of the famed Kamo archery dojo.
It was routine for your husband to practice his pinpoint precise shooting, and by now it was your routine to watch him.
How could you not? Because it was such a heavenly sight.
Choso’s pristine, white yukata unravelled at one muscular shoulder; showing off the rippling curves and dips of his sculptured back. Strong. His honed eyes filmed with a focus he only ever gets in bed. Adonis-like biceps bulging in a lecherous little flex when he draws the string back, back, back and lets go-
“YES!” Yuji’s resounding cheer thunders across the vast chamber with way too much volume than a six-year-old should possibly have. “Let’s goooo- big bwother hit the target again.”
A simpering smile stretches across your lips as soon as he turns to you for reassurance, gesturing out a slow nod at the way Choso keeps piercing bullseye after bullseye. “He did, your brother is very talented, Yuji.”
Humming, “When I grow up m’gonna be just like him.”
“Of course.” You’re chuckling at his enthusiasm - the youngest of your husband’s brother’s always did have a special spot in your heart. And you can’t help but wonder when - if - you had an heir with Choso, whether they would be much the same. “You are his brother, after all.”
You’re frantically hovering your hands behind him once he bustles to a haphazard stand. Stumbling only a few times as he races over to the neat line of inventory, “Then- I’ll be just like him now.”
“Be careful!”
Ah, he really was a handful - which meant, you really didn’t expect it to go over perfectly smoothly. You’d known that simply wouldn’t have been possible as soon as you met Itadori Yuji.
Yet, you didn’t expect everything to go so wrong in just a mere matter of seconds.
Before you can even blink, Yuji’d tottered his way over to one particularly large, wooden bow - one used only by Ryomen Sukuna whenever he visited. Puffing out his chest as he reeled out the massively heavy weapon - overly heavy, way too much for even the most determined child-
CRASH!
“Yuji!” You don’t know who yelps louder - you, or Choso. But with your proximity, you’re the one that reaches him first, cradling the sniffling boy in your arms.
You jostle away the weighty bow - honestly, how he even managed to lift this in the first place you have no idea.
“Awww, don’t cry don’t cry–” You’re cooing, distantly registering the worried pants of his older brother skidding to a stop beside you. He always did have him curled around his little finger. Pushing away the pinkish curls from his forehead, “-you’re alright. See? You’re alright.”
“Are you hurt? Are you dizzy? Are you feeling nauseous-”
“Choso.” You warn, catching the way Yuji’s eyes widen in panic.
Taking a few deeply necessary breaths to calm down. “You- don’t do that-” Choso’s hissing, but you could practically feel the worry seeping into his tone. Thumbing slow circles on his aching shoulders, “-ask me for a bow instead.”
You have to bite back a grin - with the watery glaze taking over his eyes, you wondered who was really hurt - Yuji or Choso himself.
“M’sorry big bwother.” Blubbering through big, pearly tears that dry salty streaks down his chubby cheeks. He’s batting those lashes in a way you’re sure gets him out of any sort of trouble. Ever. The full, merciless force of it hits your poor heart as Yuji turns to you. “Sorry, mama.”
Mama.
Mama.
You freeze. Choso freezes.
Hell, even the twittering birds outside freeze mid-song.
It seems like everyone in the entire world freezes except for an oblivious Yuji who only continues inching his tiny hands closer towards that guilty bow. Clearly not having learned his lesson - but you didn’t even register that right now.
You’re staring at Choso, only to find that he’s staring right back. Droopy eyes uncharacteristically wide, blinking rapidly - it didn’t even look like he was breathing right now.
Maw parting and closing stupidly agape, and you’re almost tempted to reach out and check whether he’s doing okay - before he finally finds his voice again. Finally. Husking out a choked-out, “W-well- maybe we should- ah- should-” He’s turning towards his contrastingly okay younger brother, “Yuji?”
“Big bwother!” Comes the, unfortunately, helpless answer.
And something in his beaming expression seems to jolt Choso out of his reverie, something that makes him let out a tight nod. Scooping up the giggling boy over his shoulder, he calls out at you, “Wait here.”
As Choso walks out of the doorway, you could only watch.
Only sit there for what could be four seconds - or maybe even four hundred years - until he’d presumably dropped off Yuji at the safety of Jin. Taking steady, focused strides back to you that thud! thud! thud! right along to the beat of your racing heart.
Choso’s expression is blank - pale as if he’s seen a fucking ghost. And he doesn’t even look at you, can’t even bear to once he walks back to the thickened air of the dojo. Now pointedly alone.
Very, very alone.
Wordlessly, he picks up his famed bow. And you swear that you can see his practiced hands tremble. Something was happening.
It’s like an artwork that you can’t look away from. The fluid motion of aligning a singular arrow to aim for his final, rounded target. Doughy pads of his fingers pinching the string back, back, back until it snaps!
And misses. For the first time in years.
“Fuck.”
You barely have the time to compute - to even suck in a gasp of surprise before your husband comes and crashes into you. It’s as if he was magnetized and couldn’t get away even if he wanted to.
It’s a frenzy of white billowing sleeves and powerful arms, throwing you over Choso’s shoulder in only two seconds flat - much the same way that he’d done with Yuji moments prior.
Except more…urgent.
“Choso- Cho!” You’re squealing, as he lurches into hurried treads away. Legs kicking weakly in the air, only for your stubborn self to be granted with an unapologetic spank! right on the mound of your ass. Your nose crinkles as his long, inky locks tickle your face, “What is-”
“Be quiet.” Choso’s rasping, so small that it could not have been more than a whisper. So close that you’re drinking in heady wafts of his masculine cologne.
Something in his snarling tone makes your stomach tighten. Digits grappling precariously onto the toned curves of his shoulders, your fingertips slide down the sweltering expanse of his exposed skin.
And only too late do you recognize the familiar pathway towards your shared bed chamber- oh.
So that was what it was.
And judging by the dark, primal look swimming in the clan leader’s eyes you could only hope that you made it out alive-
SLAM!
You don’t know what’s forcing you more out of your excited little reverie - the shuddered slam! of your mahogany double doors, so hard that it makes the golden hinges shake, or the way you’re thrown haphazardly on the bed.
Like some glorified toy. One of Choso’s favorites.
You’re throwing your arms over his broad shoulders as you fall, lugging him in even closer with each springy bounce on the bedcoils.
But closer wasn’t close enough for your husband - he’s bullying into every ounce of your personal space, caging you in between two splayed-out palms on either side of your thoroughly spinning head.
“Mama, is it?” Choso starts out. Slow. Thick. Like he was approaching a cornered prey. “Baby, I want…I want it.”
You’re blinking up at him through eager eyes, “Want what, Cho?”
“I want an heir. I want to make you…” He gulps. The circles of his fingertips were so warm on your skin, trailing down lovingly all across your cheek. Your collarbones, your heaving tits - down to where you predictably flinched as he palmed your tummy. “-a pretty momma.”
Fawny strands of chestnut brown curtain his gaze, but you could tell just how serious he was. Just how greedy. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Choso like this in his entire life.
All you can breathe out is a crackling, “Yes.”
You said it. You finally said it after all these weeks.
And it’s the only thing you hear before your yukata is all but torn off of you, Choso doesn’t even realize when he’s doing so. It’s melting away like butter underneath his strength, mere obstacles to where the real prize is - your gorgeous, shivering body.
Pebbles of goosebumps rise onto the surface of your flesh when he throws away those useless pieces of fabrics onto the tatami floor - you can have more newly tailored anyway. Many, many more with just how round and full you’re about to be very soon.
He’d take care of it for you.
“Oh, madam- madam.” He’s spitting into your unfastened mouth, low growls sounding out across each four corners of your room. Held hostage by the arousal in your eyes, he can’t stop staring. “M’gonna ruin you.”
And Choso is feral like never before.
Usually one to take his time during sex, finetuning you into it like a sultry waltz. His favorite hobby was to drive you mindlessly wild before he even thought of stuffing you full. But now…
Still not breaking his dreamy eye contact with you, Choso hooks a rapidfire finger over the cute bow-tied hem of your panties. Slurring down an oozing little snail trail of slick that laminates your jittery thighs with evidence of just how badly you wanted him.
You feel the blistering pant of his mindless oh! fanning your features, leaning backwards with a loosened maw to admire just how glistening you are in this lighting.
How ready.
With a low, fucked-up whimper breaking at the back of his throat, he rubs over the bloated curvature of your needy pussy. Slipping ever-so-slightly at the saturated puddles leaking out, Choso has no hesitation or shame when he tugs his fingerpads into his mouth once.
Twice. Thrice.
Dipping back down for more and more and more-
“Can’t-” He’s guttering out, eyes crinkling and- fuck, were those tears? “I c-”
You reach your hand up to smear away his hot rivulets of salt, and Choso stops his prattling like a broken record forced to a halt. He jolts as if your touch has just sent a zillion shocks of voltage down his spine, all the trekking trailway down to his furious, aching cock.
Unsteady hands flinging apart his snowy robes - barely even bothering to remove them and wrench down his undergarments before you see it. You finally understand why Choso was so…restless.
Because he’s never been harder.
Fuck being furious, his bawling cock was seething. Equally as red as the ripest of strawberries, the split-ended crown of his cockhead was just as plumply swollen. All proud inches nestled underneath his painfully-clenching breeder balls, ballooned and lush. Only the barest of your gaze is enough to make Choso’s lustrous tip twitch, laminating himself with a freshly dripping glaze of translucent pre.
Though, it’s not like you were doing any better.
Your gluey lips pucker and pout up at him once he’s wrangling your legs into a boneless hold. The feeling of his palms underneath your thighs are so soft - even despite his battle-hardened calluses. Worshipping.
But the way he’s resting your legs on his shoulders, and folding you in half like a whining lawnchair is the complete opposite. Mercilessly into a-
“M-mating press-” Choso’s getting out through strangled breaths, as if the sole words had his poor sanity fraying at the edges. “-mating press- a- a-” Something he’s never tried out before. His head dips down, pearls of sweat simmering across his trembly upper lip as soon as your sticky folds leave a wet snog on his fattened mushroomy tip. Topping it with a generous heap of honeyed sap, “Well, hello there, baby. I have you in a mating press n’ m’gonna…gonna…”
He couldn’t even finish his sentence.
Couldn’t even finish his thought before Choso was doing - body moving miles and miles ahead of his stupidly saccharine-sweet mind.
“F-fuuuuck–” You’re letting off the keenest of whines, the edges of your nails leaving neat crescents all over his toned back. It was the perfect little present for the way he had you so split open.
And he was barely even pushing past the tip.
“Oh. Oh.” Choso’s grunts are throaty, as if they weren’t coming from the man himself but somewhere murked and dark inside him. And the same went for his feverish thrusts - tight, rigid little pushes past your slicked-up hole just to fit inside. He’s spitting into your slacked mouth, “C’mon- c’mon c’mon–”
Usually, it takes so long to prepare you to take his nine- no, ten inches. But currently, fast just wasn’t fast enough.
There’s a thundering slam! abovehead - only hours and hours later do you have enough brainpower to realize that it was Choso striking his palm down on the headboard - and it makes your clingy walls grip onto the battering mountain of his dewy head.
Squeezing in a repeatedly adhesive-like tempo, Choso’s nose crinkles at the rubbery resistance of your snug hole. Still molding to the slightest curves and ridges of his drowned slit with every desperate rut-
“Please- take it- fucking take it.” His voice was trembling on the edge of a crack, thickened exactly the way one does when he’s about to cry. “H-how can I fuck! How can I breed ya…if I don’t-”
And you’re swearing you see his ruddied cheeks glisten with a few slipped-off tears - though, that just might be from the way that your own vision mists over when his stray hand plugs up your spilling entrance to pry two thickened, scissoring digits inside and stretch. “Fucking- take that big fuckin’- cock-”
Bullying in a few more long n’ girthy inches- You’re so full that it feels like Choso’s pushing his bloated crownhead against the spongy edges of your lungs.
The bed dips and moans with frequent soft creaks! when he plants his curved knees firmly further apart. Flexibly so. And you’re getting a good, greedy eyeful of his pale, bulky thighs - angling at the perfect bend to snap his slender hips and jackhammer-
“Sh-shit-” Your head sinks into the cushiony pillows underneath you, and it already feels like you’re in heaven. “-don’t- don’t know if it’ll fit, Cho–”
With a bitten lip, Choso rovers down his sturdy hand from the surface of the bedframe to measure out ten solid inches. Bringing it down much the same way he did during your wedding reception, “Y-you can, baby–”
“But-”
“You will.” He’s gasping, gracing you with a soft brush of his curvaceous mushroomed head along one of your utmost favorite hidden sweet spots. It’s enough to make you buck. “Gonna take my cock, n’ you’re gonna haaah- take my seed ‘ntil you’re bloated. So I’ll make it fit- fuck- watch, I’ll make it fit.” Before you know it, that very same hand finds itself crowning your head, threatening to push you down- “C-can you say hngh- ‘biiiig stretch’ f’me?”
You’re hiccuping out, “B-big stretch?”
“Nuh uh-” By the time that Choso shakes his head, you’re being sprinkled with loose flecks of his sweat. He was in so deep now. “Say it with me- b-biiig stretch, baby–”
“B-biiig- stretch!” It takes you everything in your body to hold your own against the vicious pounds being planted and struggled into your goopy depths. Choso was determined. Frenzied.
And god, the way you’re dumbly parroting his words is so hot. He can’t help but dollop out muggy icings of pre that slosh and swab at every nook and cranny inside you.
“Good girl.” Rewarding you with a slow heart being patterned right on the throbbing peak of your clit, the roughened edges of his fingertips rub you just right. Not too hard. Not too soft. Your husband nuzzles his flushed head into the havened crook of your clammy neck, “S-say it again, madam.”
“Biiig-”
Honestly, it’s a wonder you manage to get exactly two syllables out at all. Because soon enough, Choso’s taking your distracted few seconds to lace his fingers onto your scalp push. To bump his hips back until your geysering cunt was struggling around his fat, bulbous tip.
Before stuffing you full all the way in-
“Fuck- no.” Choso’s spitting out venomously against your thrumming pulse, sharp fringes of his teeth digging in animalistically. Bottomed out but still pushing and pushing- Slamming a lazy stripe of luscious precum down your spongy cervix, “No- no no–”
No sooner are you full of all his massive, rummaging length, he’s making you take even more. This time in the form of dribbling, ribbony volumes of cum that leak and leak and won’t stop from his heated divot.
It’s ballooning up your tight channel even more. Swashing around and sticking to your gummy walls like a treacly lacquer. Filling you to your very brim-
“S-so much.” You’re gaping, through tear-strung lashes. The shivering edges of your fingers subconsciously dance downwards to splotch over the puddling globs of seed tricking from either side of your sloppy slit. Squeezing out even more to coat Choso’s bulky base with creamy rings upon rings.
And, usually, your husband might be just a bit embarrassed. Usually, he would have pulled out to make out with your pretty pussy until your scores were more than tied.
But that wasn’t your husband right now.
“Don’t.” Choso clicks his drunkenly heavy tongue, lips pulling back into what almost looks like an oh-so-feral snarl. And you have to admit that it looks so sexy on him. He’s rudely swatting away your curious hand, “Move that fucking hand n’ let me see.”
It takes only a split-second for both your hands to be pinned underneath one of Choso Kamo’s.
“Tha’s not enough to take.”
And only one more split-second for him to flip you over onto your tummy and stuff your head into the cushy pillows.
He’s fucking you like he’s using you. Like he’s pumping his mushy, swollen head to nudge in the weighty heft of his cum deeper and deeper and deeper-
“Y’know I hate hngh- disrespectin’ my wife, baby–” He leans over to sigh against your ear in craving hisses, pinning you with his body. His muscles. You could count each n’ every one of Choso’s bulging abs, glissading damply against your perfectly arched spine. Bubblegum pink nipples pressed roughly into your scorching skin, “Hate it- but…”
You gasp at Choso’s audacity next - at the way it makes you so traitorously soaked when he hikes up one of his feet to rest upon your head.
Gurgling out a stupid. “Ch-Cho–”
But he didn’t seem to hear you - you didn’t know if he was even managing to breathe at this point. Only letting his devious lips twitch up, up, up into such a satisfied grin. “-but ‘ntil I get my hngh- heh…heir, you’re gonna hafta be my cumdump, madam.”
And if the saturated slurps singing out at a near-deafening tone from your dripping pussy said anything - it was that you loved the idea.
Especially when the changed angle makes his scouring cockhead maze between the most treasured spots of your jelly-like walls to strike numerous, merciless hits dead-set on your g-spot.
Ah, there it was, pipes up that small voice in Choso’s overtaken brain. Jostling your hips back onto his with a sudden spank on the target of your drivelling hole, the stinging pressure makes you bump your tenderest spots again and again into his ruthless batters.
It’s bruising - the proud circumference of his plummy cock against your elastic cervix with every recoiling bounce, the rounded patterns of his balls against the hind of your pretty pussy with each thrust.
If you didn’t think you were being fucked stupid before then you were sure now.
Your velveteen pillowcase dampens with the ever-flooding saliva spilling from your mouth every time Choso rears his aching shaft back to plant rapid, precise strikes where you wanted him the most.
Whimpering at how every ramming dab of his split cockhead leaves leakages of pearly white cum all over the bottom of your pussy. That sultry swirl of his dumped heaps inside of you making your head spin just as dizzily.
You almost don’t notice it when Choso’s drifting both hands to skirt over about halfway down your tummy. Feeling for that bloated, cylindrical outline of him vulgarly messing up your insides, “Gonna be e-even fuller here soon, y’know-” He’s giggling - giggling. Erratically letting his hands slide down to your clit to give the peaked ends just a tiny pinch. “-have you all round. Full. Full-”
He can’t say anything else.
He can’t do anything else - other than watch in purely entranced awe when that makes you cum all over his fucking cock.
So big n’ thick that your claggy walls can barely even squeeze around his throbbing shaft. The thought makes you huff as he rams rigorously through your blinding high - teeth grit, your fingers fist at the pillows and make sure you can clench-
When you do- oh, when you manage to cling your gummy cunt onto his girth as if to suck out his fucking soul, it makes Choso cum, too.
Fatigued hips somehow matching his cadence, your knees shiver on top of the softened mattress stuttering through every dousing mass of cum gliding inside your cute cunt. It was so heavy having his massive torrentials inside of you, spraying the door to your womb with a slippery sheen.
It was maddening.
And maybe it’s been hours - maybe it’s been mere minutes. But all you know is that you’re put through rounds and rounds and more rounds. But he’s still not stopping. Still dredging out the tiniest of hollowing grinds.
Until much, much later Choso’s breath hitches in feverish stutters. It was so steamily hot inside you, only getting more humid by the minute as you ride out yet another crashing high.
“G’na milk e-every ngh- drop-” He titters, fleshy edges of his fingers closing in around where your pussylips were the most buxom. The most leaky. “-n’ you’re gonna ngh- keep it. Keep ‘ntil you give me an h-heir. Remember that, baby– keep it.”
You’re fighting against the weight of his muscular leg on top of you. Was he clamming your pussy shut?
“Choso, baby.” Your straining out, throat drier than the Sahara at this point. Even despite how the hypnotized way your husband looks at you makes your tongue lather with watery saliva. “Want- want more.”
You think you might just have broken Choso Kamo.
Might just have made him reach another surprising high all over again with just your simple request. He’s lifting off the powerfully pressurized foot crowned on your head in favor of lurching downwards to grab your tender throat into a headlock.
Manhandling you as he pleased. Lifting you off of the tattered pillow, the completely splintered bed frame now.
Your chin juts over his thick, bulging biceps, fighting for both air and the space-
“More- more, she says-” He’s chuckling out, words cracking a few octaves higher than normal. From the corner of your eye, you sneak glimpses at the way that Choso’s eyes were wide, crazed. Flashing all sorts of feral promises when he plants one, two, three long thuds against your soppy cervix. “Fucking- m-more.”
You’re letting off a tiny whimper - your orgasm nothing but tingles at this point. Yearning for that the piping hot streak of seed flushed into your already-overspilling cunt. Syruping in with the rest of his numerous goopy volumes, it’s thick and needy.
Only one.
“Sh-shit.” He’s wheezing against your ear, free hand flying down to tug at his reddened base for more more more- one’s not enough. Every possibly wiry wisp and speckle that could fill you up. Could give him an heir. “Can’t cum dry- won’t- oh.”
Rutting into you like Choso won’t stop - didn’t know if he even can stop anymore. You flinch at the suddenly hot splatter! of something warm…and wet at your shoulder.
“Cho- oh!” Not only was the clan leader drooling out glossy spatters of saliva, he was crying. Hugging you even closer, you’re showered in neverending streams of overstimulated tears.
And Choso can only babble away, “Hope- hope s’a daughter, madam.”
A/N. AYYY y’all have been wanting more dom Choso saurrrr- Anyways hope you have a lovely week <3
Being an otaku and an ARMY at the same time is no joke 😭 I wish I had more money to spend equally… hello btw today I got some stuff I ordered in December 🥹 I need to post how my anime collection is going so far uwu
Honestly! I had my amiami monthly order payment due the same day I planned to preorder the new bts album, and then Caleb's myth rerun started today so I am POOR 😂
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Synopsis. Gojo Satoru: the handsome captain of the Tokyo Free Blades, the biggest heartthrob in ice hockey, infamous for his rivalry with a certain pink-haired center. Ryomen Sukuna: the mean captain of the Heian Hawks, the one always in the headlines for starting a fight, 6’6 tall and livid over losing his title to that smug bastard. You: the only thing they both want more than a Stanley Cup.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader x Ryomen Sukuna
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, ice hockey player!Gojo, ice hockey player!Sukuna, ice hockey AU, slightly inspired by Heated Rivalry, matches, fights (between Gojo and Sukuna), tension, you’re Gojo’s gf, Sukuna doesn’t care, semi-pubIic (locker rooms), oraI (fem rec.), fíngering, spítting, fuIl neIsons, p talking, p sIapping, cúm-eating, pússydrúnk men, writing on p, Sukuna with tattoos, they’re POSSESSIVE, fighting for you, manhandIing, thréesome, sandwich position, DP, they’re BIG, bickering while inside you, rough s, making you count, DÚMBlFICATION, squírting, overstím, creampíes, cúmpIay, implied marathons, commentators, happy ending, getting together, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 11.0k
A/N. I still haven’t fully watched the show I had edits and a dream.
“Poise. Precision—power! Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna are about to take the opening face-off- just waiting for that puck to drop.” Sharp and snappy. The commentator’s booming voice takes up every inch of the stadium, though not nearly as loud as the recorded 103,000 in attendance tonight. On the edges of their seats. The game was only just starting.
More roars.
More applause.
More cries from a crowd clashing in blue and red.
Gojo glares ahead at the other captain, both circling that face-off spot like sharks in the water. Ice-blue eyes meet red. Ice-cold. Sukuna’s thick helmet can’t muffle the sheer arrogance in his tone- “Your girl?”
He almost startles- before he’s realizing just where Sukuna was gesturing to. Right where the red goal line divided the net from the floor: Tokyo Free Blades vs. Heian Hawks. Right where it ran until a plexiglass wall, from behind which the loudest, prettiest cheers were coming for him.
From you.
“Yeah.” Gojo scowls, “She’s my girl.”
At this, the pink-haired man is letting out a loooow whistle- one of his pink brows raise as he looks between his opponent and you in the stands.
Oh—how fuckin’ pretty you were.
Just engulfed in an ice-blue jersey with the Tokyo Free Blades logo on the front - they sold those things for far more than they were worth, but Sukuna’s sure this must’ve been one of Gojo’s own. It was big enough and looked softer than the merchandise- or maybe that was just the slight blur around your figure…were the lights too harsh or was Sukuna hallucinating? It’s slipping down to your wrists, where you were holding a big banner that had your boyfriend’s name on it—‘Go Go Gojo The Strongest Satoru!’ Eyes sparkling. Lips slightly swollen from your nervous gnawing. Jumpin’ up and down excitedly as you catch his eye. How cute…
And while Sukuna’s wondering just how damn lucky the bastard opposite him was- Gojo can’t help but muse about just how awfully the other’s hair color clashed with his uniform.
Blood-red just like his eyes.
Locked and narrowed on you—
Gojo’s knocking his hockey stick against Sukuna’s, making the other man finally tear his eyes away. He gruffs out finally, “Never said she wasn’t.”
He pushes against his opponent’s wooden blade harder, “Then why’ve you got her name in your fucking mouth?”
“What- scared she’s gonna like it better in my mouth, heh?” Only for the other to push back with a leer.
“The mouth I punched back in the New York playoffs?” Gojo scoffs. They’d played against each other a few times before - it was impossible to avoid anyone in the big leagues. And each time had ended up with one or both in the infirmary and headlines for days. “Or the mouth that got himself suspended for two games a few months ago?”
He sweeps a look towards you in the stands, you were on your feet and looking over them in concern now. And listen—listen, Gojo was well-aware he’s lucky to have you - and proud of it. But having you be stared at by this son of a-
Sukuna leans in with a whisper, “The mouth tha’s gonna make your girl cum harder than she has in her entire life.”
“See, the difference between you and I…” And Gojo should be rageful- he was. Despite that strange throb in his shorts, he promises he was. But more than that he couldn’t stop from leaning in himself, letting his breath cloud out within the cold stadium. Against Sukuna’s ear shell, “-is that you can only dream…while I have my mouth on her every fucking night.”
Sukuna jerks away, “You little-”
“Oh, and the title as well.” Gojo smirks, that little dimple popping out by the edge of his lips. He can hear his numerous fan clubs scream even louder - Gojo Satoru had splashed onto the ice hockey world and shot straight to the top without looking back.
They couldn’t get enough of the Prince of the Ice.
His looks. His winks. His plays. “Perhaps you haven’t realized it yet, Ryomen Sukuna, but the only reason you were the greatest center in history was simply because…I wasn’t playing yet~”
The other man straightens silently. He was a few inches taller than Gojo, standing at an impressive 6’6 to Gojo’s 6’4. It was easy to realize why the media seemed to love him as a ‘bad boy’ - the troublesome one. Despite them being similar ages, he was the more experienced one. Buffer. Nastier. Tattooed and towering.
They called him the King of the Rink for a reason. And the King looked down on them all—especially new captains with blue eyes and too many fan clubs. But that wasn’t saying he didn’t have many of his own - but at least he deserved his. “And what took ya so long to reach my level, Gojo Satoru?”
Gojo looks at Sukuna.
Gojo looks at you.
Then back at the other player- “Was too busy fucking my girl.”
And Sukuna’s ready to spit out something that wouldn’t be able to air on sports channels- before the referee skates over just then.
His deadpan voice cutting through the chaos, “Alright alright, break it up you two.” The older man - Masamichi Yaga, a legendary player in his own time, one of Gojo’s own junior coaches - looks between the two. “Keep it clean.”
Sukuna grumbles but ultimately glides a few inches backwards, hockey stick at the ready. Gojo follows with a smirk.
The commentator announces- “Two players who’ve made the headlines for their explosive rivalry- Ryomen Sukuna, the strongest center in history, and Gojo Satoru, the hotshot who stole that title from straight under his nose—hah! I can hear the fan clubs already. Though, that’s not to say our King of the Rink will be giving it up that easily. We’re in for a reeeeal treat tonight, ladies and gentlemen!”
“Okay- King, welcome back for another season.” Yaga then turns to the white-haired man. “Gojo, welcome to the NHL. Set.”
Gojo smiles, he hopes you’re watching this. Nothing matters if you’re not watching.
“Oh—our Prince of the Ice is smiling. Can it be that he’s confident in his win already?”
“Yeah- welcome, bastard.” Sukuna bites out, his stick blade digging into the designated area on the spot. “Enjoy yer first game here- and your last. By the end of it yer gonna be crying in your gal’s arms.”
“But Ryomen Sukuna is one of the most feared players in the league for a reason- just look at those muscles!”
One white brow raises, “You think I’d lose against you?” Eyes locked on Yaga once he presents the puck and readies himself.
“This is a moment in NHL history, ladies and gentlemen.”
“I know it.”
“Gojo and Sukuna-”
“Nah, I’d win.”
“-who to choose?!”
The Prince and the King.
Both prodigies.
The puck is dropped and it’s a mad dash—the clap of hockey sticks like a most satisfying lightning strike, and that circular slab of black is being swung past the neutral zone and into Gojo’s side.
“Sukuna gets the puck! Such a tight turn and attack straight to the net- the Tokyo Free Blades aren’t letting him get far—oh, what a steal.”
Gojo’s speeding past to let his first defense line sweep him back the puck- Sukuna’s racing past to take it back from him.
And the game commences.
“This is going to be a tight game, ladies and gentleman”
In the first twenty minutes, it’s one point for the Tokyo Free Blades.
One point for the Heian Hawks.
Considering the intensity of each team’s defense, you weren’t surprised that it was off to a fierce yet slow start. Gojo was holding back, testing out the playing field, and Sukuna was a lot more used to this stadium. This league. It was making the other captain sweat.
But with your cheers, you could see a faint smile on Gojo’s face as he started the second twenty minutes.
Your boyfriend was using his famous body fake technique to gain two more points-
One point for the Tokyo Free Blades.
One point for the Tokyo Free Blades.
One point for the Heian Hawks.
One point for the Tokyo Free Blades.
One point for the Tokyo Free Blades.
Everyone was on their feet. Whether out of exhilaration or out of desperation for their team—and you were one of them. During the second break Gojo, of course, skidded down the side of the rink during his break to spend it blowing kisses at you through the plexiglass - before his coach arrived to drag him away.
And so caught up in your embarrassment at his display, you didn’t see the way he shot a smug look at Sukuna. The other man glowering from his own side of the bench.
He was never one to be left behind.
The final twenty minutes started off with the pink-haired tyrant using his signature aggressive playstyle to get nothing more than three more points back-to-back. Making the commentator cry out at the hat trick and the audience get onto their feet now.
One point for the Heian Hawks.
One point for the Heian Hawks.
One point for the Heian Hawks.
The score was quickly five to five - one of the greatest plays that the NHL had recently seen. And Sukuna was basking in it.
Basking.
He was skating down the sides of the stands at a rapid pace, showing off for the audience- showing off for you—Sukuna reaches where you were seated and bangs the shaft of his hockey stick against the plexiglass. THUD-THUD-THUD—! You startle while the fans around you jump up and cheer-
And he’s looking right down at you. Smirking through the cage of his helmet…
Until Gojo’s skating by him and rams Sukuna against the plexiglass with his own body. The two of their muscular figures colliding. Sukuna’s turning to Gojo with a snarl. Gojo’s raising his fist up high and aimed.
It’s a fight that Yaga has to break up.
The timer rings.
.
.
.
“—can’t believe I had to take the win with a fucking shootout.” Gojo speaks in his aggravated tone, hissing once you press the ice-pack to the cut above his eyebrow.
This wouldn’t have been considered worse for wear had it been any other player, but this was the Prince of the Ice. You could already envision the headlines that would flood your timeline tomorrow. The hat trick. The smile. The fist fight.
“But you won, Toru.” Once the game had ended in a tie, there was no choice but to start an overtime period. A fight to the death, more like. It lasted less than five minutes and ended up with Gojo scoring first out of pure fury and adrenaline.
Though that in itself was a tight match, the game had finally ended: 6—5.
The Tokyo Free Blades had won.
Barely. And if you asked Gojo Satoru, a bare win was worse than a fair loss.
Which is why you were cooped up with him in the team’s locker room even after the rest of the players had filtered out. The coaches knew you well enough by this point that you’d gained access easily, and you knew Gojo well enough to know that he was taking this match to heat. Especially as captain.
And here you were pressing an ice-pack to the numerous cuts and bruises he’d acquired during his tussle with Sukuna. “I thought you did really well, baby.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. But-”
“Oh, come on—”
“But having you with me during an NHL game and I it ends up like this-”
“Toru, you’re the hardest on yourself.” Huffing, you push back on his damp white bangs. “I loved your playing today and I know everyone else did, too.”
“Yes, but I made the team go into overtime-” Gojo cries out once more.
“Which happens fairly often!”
Throwing his hands up in exasperation, “Yes, but that damned Ryomen Sukuna- fuck! How I wish I could have used more backhands against him- or body checks- or cycling- or even just slammed my hockey stick into his ugly fucking-”
“Satoru.” You interrupt him, and your boyfriend looks up at you immediately.
“Yes, ma’am?”
Underneath the glowy white light of the locker room, you can’t help but think that Gojo looks so pretty like this.
There was a reason that he was the hockey player with the most fanfiction written of him (you knew, you’d checked). He was still in his deeeep blue uniform from earlier, not having had the heart to take them off just yet. It was slightly loose as it should be, but did nothing to hide Gojo’s firm shoulders, his broad chest, his strong arms. Matching the shade of his teary eyes, slightly reddened around the edges in a way that made him look so delicate. He flutters his long lashes up at you and subconsciously pouts. You’re noticing just then that he had a fresh bruise on his lower lip, making them look even more plump.
Gojo looked almost ethereal.
Head slightly sweaty. Body slightly blushing. His fingers still jittery with adrenaline.
Pouting. Pretty.
Though it didn’t matter because to him—you would always be the most beautiful.
Gojo whimpers at the slight sting of pain once you kiss his poor, injured lips. “Fuh-fuck, sweetheart…mm.” And it was almost impressive how you had a 6’4 mountain of muscle and power as nothing but putty in your hands.
He melts.
“My girl?”
“Mhm, Toru?” You’re cooing down at him- chuckling at the way he chases your lips once you slightly pull away. It doesn’t matter if it hurts…he just needed you.
“Can you make me feel better?”
“Of course, Toru.”
In mere moments you’re being slammed up against the locker with your cunt against the smooth metal and Gojo’s hot erection inside your cunt. His fat cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and pushing against every tiny nook and cranny.
Just so thiiiiick and flared wide open that it makes your mouth water. Your legs limp.
You fucking loved when Gojo got like this - just after one of his games when he’s so high on the adrenaline that his furious erection just won’t seem to go down.
And of course - of fucking course - the only possible solution to that would be to shove you against the nearest flat surface he can find. To press you down with his hefty weight so that you can’t squirm your hips away. To hold you against this still-sweaty body as he pummels his thick inches inside you. To fuck you so hard and needy that even the lockers echo out their sounds in sultry synchronization with you.
Slam-slam-slam—
In and out, in and out, in and out—
“F—ngh, fuck.” He whispers, all hot and breathy against the back of your neck. It makes you slightly flinch at the sensation and Gojo’s pressing an open-mouthed kiss against your nape- then digging his teeth in to almost draaaag you back to him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck- m’feeling better already, sweetheart.”
“Thank goodness, because you’re making me feel all- oh.” Just then his mushroomy tip swabs against your g-spot and you can’t stop your moan. “Shit, right there, Toru.”
Gojo’s panted chuckle breezes down your spine, “You could say I really, mm, hit the goal- hm?”
“Sh-shut up.”
Before you’re arching right at Gojo’s sculptured core - he still had his blue ice hockey jersey on, and so did you. One of his that he’d given you, in fact.
Though he was holding his jersey up with one hand so that your restless body could sliiiiide down each sensual curve and ridge of his abs. He knew how much you liked that.
He could feel just how much wetter you got whenever you felt Gojo’s white happy trail scrape up against your cunt. Your outer pussy was just rubbed raw on the slammin’ of his base and now there was this—he pulls the hemline of his jersey up to his mouth and bites down on it. Keeping it permanently held up as the captain ruts and ruts against you even harder now.
Deeeeeeep, plunging strokes that leave wet thwacks! against the back of your cunt.
The hockey player’s reddish globular tip pushes against your sweetest spots a few more times, and each time he’s counting- “That’s one.”
“Wh-what do you…”
Hitting that exact spot once more like a target- wetness seeps from your cunt and sticks your thighs together with a wet sheen. Shit, it was just too cute how he had that mind of yours muddled with only a few strokes. “Two- three—” Each one accompanied by the most vicious mwah against your throbbin’ bundles of nerves.
“Why are you- hck! counting, baby?” You sniffle out.
So damn gone on his thickened, veiny length that he’s forced to (well, more like glad to) hook two rugged palms underneath your thighs and lift you up. He’s supporting your body a proper inch off of the tiled floor, jerking you up even higher every time his aching hot cock was swabbin’ away into you- “Three. That’s a hat trick.”
You blink tearily over your shoulder, not quite sure you heard him right. “A…a what?”
“A hat trick.” All three of those words were followed by three more pushing probes against your g-spot- “And look at thaaaat- that’s another hat trick.” Cutely peckin’ away his swollen cockhead again. And again. And again and- “That’s four. Five. Six. Seven-”
“Pleeeeeease—” The only thing you can do is grab onto the jutted handles of the lockers for dear life. Back arched. Toes curling.
Those bulbous wet tears welling up by the sides of your eyes are so damn cute that all he wants to do is kiss them away. “Not ‘please’, heh- what you mean to say is thank you.”
“Th-thank you.” Babbling out with no difficulty.
And that makes even Gojo raise one pale brow, his rosy lips curling at the edges. “Fucked dumb already? Mmm, you really liked today’s game, huh? So good f’me.” With a raspy titter he slides a hand down the middle of your spine and gives your right ass cheek a goooood spank. “Then can you say thank you very muuuuuch, Toru—?”
“Thank you very- hck! much-” Mouth moving before your mind, he’s planting down yet another smack before you can finish your sentence. “-Toru!”
The focused captain nearly doesn’t wait until bossing you around again. “Theeeeen, how about can you say that Gojo Satoru, my handsome- ngh, boyfriend, is the best ice hockey player in history?”
Your mind was almost dizzy at the length of that sentence- “Satoru- ngh, fuck.”
“Nuh-uhhhh—” His needy pitch echoes out, planting a few more mean thrashes against your g-spot to leave you even more stupid. Hat trick. So slick with your glazy syrup that it’s easy to follow that route to reach your delicate spots. “It’s- Gojo Satoru, my handsome boyfriend, is the best-”
“Begging yer girl to say that shit because you know it’s not true?”
A voice that decidedly didn’t sound like either yours or your boyfriend’s.
It was too gruff, too mocking, too…predatory. Something in it that makes goosebumps erupt down the line of your spine and for you to snap your head immediately to the side- despite no one being in the locker room, you two had still chosen a slightly private corner of the mazing lockers. Somewhere no one would be able to see.
You just didn’t think that Ryomen Sukuna of all people would come looking for you.
He stood inside the sex-saturated room with his arms crossed, beefy biceps bulging through his red jersey. Head cocked. Expression smug. Tall enough that the tips of his pink hair touched the ceiling. Like Gojo, Sukuna hadn’t changed much out of his uniform- he was still sporting his red jersey and a slightly bloody nose to match.
Something you didn’t realize could be so attractive-
Dried around where his lips curled up into a smirk so smug.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t find Ryomen Sukuna attractive - anyone with able vision or ears would be able to. He was strong. He was cocky. He was the type to glide through the rink as if he owned it- and just today he’d stopped and signalled at you—
And then there was the matter of his tattoos.
Thick inky rings at his wrists and his biceps, some more peeking out of his uniform. They always did give him an aura of authority.
Even now, he stood inside the traitorous room as though he owned it.
Stealthily, he’d opened up the door and crept inside the rival team’s locker room- or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe he’d been deafeningly loud and you two just hadn’t noticed.
Being so caught up-
Sukuna’s crimson gaze glides down the curvature of your spine and to where your pussy was just drippin’ all over the other man. Creating a slimy sheen down Gojo’s pistoning cock and all the way down his muscular thighs.
It smacks n’ splatters all over the globes of your ass because the white-haired man just wouldn’t stop-
“Why the fuck are you here? Spying on us because you can’t get any?” Gojo scoffs, not even slowing down- in fact, by the way you could feel his thick throbbing tip at your throat, you think he might just be speeding up—
“Fuuuuuck, Toru-”
“Shhhh shh shh, sweetheart.” One of Gojo’s hands lifts from your thighs and ends up clapping over your mouth. He feels your gaped maw splosh out in saliva and presses against your face even harder- “Wouldn’t wanna let that mean ol’ pervert hear any of your pretty noises, right?”
“Who the fuck are ya calling old-” Sukuna growls.
“I-I…” And you’re torn between looking behind at your boyfriend, and sideways at the pink-haired intruder. Both just making your cunt throb even harder.
“Hear that?” Sukuna snickers out of his toned chest, “Heh- yer pretty girlfriend doesn’t even know where to look.”
“Probably wanting to look anywhere but at your ugly ass-”
“Probably looking for an escape.” The taller man looms even closer, casting a shadow over your sweaty connected bodies. Your cunt quivers and he eyes you greedily as though he knew- “Rutting into her like that? Honestly- if ya won a match then fuck her like it.”
Gojo opens his mouth, “I won’t take advice from a sore loser.”
“Then take advice from me as a man.” Before Sukuna’s diverting his gaze down to where you were looking up at him with widened eyes. He softens his tone just for you, he leans down to speak just to you—grinning. “Your pussy wants me bad, doesn’t she, mama?”
“Don’t you fucking talk to her-”
Gojo tightens his palm atop your loosened mouth- and the only thing that does is smear the wads of saliva leaking out of you. Because you’re clenching your gummy walls so hard that he can’t help but give an animalistic jolt-
“She jus’ squeezed that pussy tight, didn’t she?” The hockey captain asks, and he doesn’t need to wait for the answer - he could already see it in Gojo’s dazed eyes. His parted lips. His aching cock. Sukuna’s own aching erection that he reaches a hand down to palm over his shorts, “Mmm, I can already imagine- fuck…what a shame she’s wasted on a bastard like you.”
Any and all haziness leaves Gojo’s peripherals instantly as he whips them over at the other man. “Uh-huh? And you really think you’re any better?” He’s inadvertently jostling the two of you even closer to him.
“Fucker, I know I’m better.” Sukuna steps closer.
And you’re not sure how but you find yourself practically sandwiched between them - Gojo’s pecs pushing up against you from behind, his lengthy shaft drilling into you like a madman. Sukuna’s against your front - pressing against you with his muscular core, and his erection throbbing obviously between his legs. You were pulled away from the locker that was your lifeline and could barely even breathe like this-
Gojo humps his roverin’ tip into you from behind and scowls, “I’d say prove it but my girl doesn’t deserve to be put through that.”
“You’d say prove it but you’re scared I’d steal your girl.” Sukuna was cornering you both now. The positions had somehow flipped so that Gojo was starting to have his back against the locker now, Sukuna looming in. You between them. Being compressed. Being fucked stupid still-
He hisses at the frigidness of the metal, “In your dreams-”
“Oh yeah?” Sukuna seethes, “Watch me.”
And then Sukuna’s snaggin’ away your panties- yes, you still had your panties on. Light blue just like your boyfriend’s eyes because you knew how ruined he was for that - and as soon as Sukuna’s registering the fact, he’s grazing his nail against the cloth and riiiiiiipping it straight off of your wet cunt.
Nose crinkling in amusement as he throws it to the side-
“Oi-” Gojo snaps from behind, “I bought those limited edition for her, y’know-”
“And next time I’ll buy her ones in red.”
“You wish you could afford that shit-”
And it’s the last thing you’re hearing before Sukuna’s pressing one of his thickened fingertips right between your pussylips. His roughened crown pries apart your folds—sluuuurp, and you were just so damn damp that it trickles down his tattooed wrist.
Glistening against the ring of ink on his skin- Sukuna’s openin’ you up like some cute birthday present. Spreading apart your thick pussylips. Probin’ just the knobbled edges of his digits against your entrance—maybe because of his rumored rough training, but Ryomen Sukuna’s hands were much more calloused than Gojo’s. Much thicker. Much meaner.
He takes a goooood look down at your hole and chuckles- “Pull out and pull her legs up.”
At that, Gojo falters his sloppy pace. “Wh-what?” You could hear the surprise in his voice.
“Did I fuckin’ stutter?” Rolling his crimson eyes, the man sighs. How troublesome. “I said- pull out and pull her legs up. Lemme get a taste of that pussy.”
“Over my dead body.”
Sukuna looks over at you with a smirk, “Cover your eyes, mama- there’s about to be a murder.”
The only thing you can do is let your eyes follow their argument like a tennis match- or a hockey match. Mouth babbling uncontrollably by this point, “Please-”
Your boyfriend’s cooing down at you immediately, “Yeeees, my sweetheart?”
“Yeeeeeees, my sweetheart~?” Sukuna mocks.
“Jealous?”
“Over my dead body.”
Jealousy, surely. And Gojo knows it, too- which is why he’s kissing your throat in front of the man. Lips spreading across your skin in such a sultry way. “Then what do you say, my girl? Wanna- mmm, let this ol’ pervert have a taste of you? After I’ve been inside you?”
“Wanna feel-” You’re gurgling out, “Wanna feel you both-”
“Hmm, fine.” Gojo answers, “But this pussy’s too nice.”
The white-haired man echoes out in a scorching breath, slight possessiveness seeping into the way he gives your gooey cervix a final ram before pulling out—no, wait. He’s not going to make it that easy on his rival.
Without a single warning, Gojo’s coating your dewy walls in a thick layer of his seed.
Gojo’s cumming.
Almost timed, almost perfectly on schedule, almost making the other man’s knees buckle as he sees the frothy white residue seeping out of your hole. There’s so much of it, and he can feel his balls emptying out even more with each pump. Fucking the clingy wads back in a few times- really messing up the slick surface of your channel with his cum. Cumming harder than he thinks he has in his entire life-
And you’re throwing your head back against his collarbone with a moan, “O-oh my god, Toru. It feels so good.”
“Hear that?” He chuckles at Sukuna, who couldn’t take his eyes off of the way Gojo’s slick shaft kept slippin’ in and out of your cunt. Glistening n’ glossy with so many layers.
He gulps.
Seeing the state the pink-haired captain was in, Gojo leans down and whispers something in your ear—
“O-on your knees, Kuna.” You’re repeating with a slight whimper, still slightly dizzy at the flood of ivory sap being poured inside you. And he didn’t tell you to add on that little nickname but ah well- it was worth it to see Ryomen Sukuna, King of the Rink, fall to his very knees before you.
To have Gojo Satoru pull his massive cock out of you with the loudest, most lecherous sluuuuurp!
You’re twitching at the sheer sensitivity- feeling the spray of cum gush out of you so intensely that you almost want to close your legs. But your boyfriend holds them wiiiiide open with two arms being hooked underneath your knees.
He lifts you cleanly off of the ground-
Your knees up to your tits. Your ass being smacked by his toned v-line.
A standing full nelson.
There’s a ribbony wire of cum that slips out of your hole and ends up slide-slide-sliding all over your pussy. Gojo’s cock still hot and red between your legs. He snickers down at the kneeling man, “Eat that.”
Sukuna doesn’t need to be asked twice.
He doesn’t care that your pussy’s all covered in him—he doesn’t care that you’re just so stimulated and gone after this round that all you need is his flattened tastebuds on you to shatter into your orgasm.
Sukuna’s mouth guffawing out darkly as he feels you clench ‘round and ‘round his tongue- “Heh, would ya look at thaaaat?” Looking up at the two of you through his pink lashes, “Cummin’ on my tongue the moment I put it on her- this pussy reeeally likes me, doesn’t she?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Gojo rolls his eyes.
“Sure thing, two-pump chump.”
And whatever Gojo’s saying next - you don’t hear. Because just then he’s movin’ apart your folds with his mouth and shovelling the entirety of his tongue inside.
Push after push.
Probe after probe,
Pointed chin slapping your cunt. His honed canines grazing your folds. Drilling into you like a man starved throughout your orgasm- he’s pressing both palms up against your thighs and pushing them even higher to get to your sweetened core. Smacking at the miry ribbons of white that were webbing up your insides.
And you don’t know whether it’s the sheer stretch or the intensity of your bliss, but you find yourself sobbing maddeningly. “Oh- oh my god.” Bucking. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t plan to.” He chuckles wetly, a line of cum dribbling down his mouth. The slashes of his tongue somehow precisely pinpointing each peak of your high. Elongating that feeling inside of you until it felt like your veins were bubbling up- “Because she’s my pussy now, huh?”
You gasp, “I-I mean-”
“Says who?” Gojo growls out from above.
Pressing his rock-hard erection back between your pussylips as if to remind you just who was holding you up. And the audacity of Ryomen Sukuna—he’s merely leaning down and spitting a glittery wad across your slit.
It ends up dolloping straight down onto Gojo’s cock, as well.
The white-haired man shivers-
“Says me.”
Before Sukuna’s back to pressing one hot kiss on top of your cunt, two hot kisses, three. They were all open-mouthed and lavish—slidin’ his tongue furiously in and out of your hole. In and out. In and out. “Fuckin’ her all this time and you couldn’t even make ‘er cum.”The vibrations of Sukuna’s deep baritone sends jolts of pleasure up your spine, “Fuckin’ her all this time and I bet you’ve never made her feel this good-”
Gojo reaches up to grab at your throat with one hand, still holding you up. “S’that true, sweetheart?”
“I-I like bo—fuck.”
But then both men are rendering you speechless - Sukuna with his tongue slappin’ into the tender ridges of your walls, Gojo craning his long fingers down to press on your clit. Anything so that neither of them would have to hear how you wanted them both.
Pick one but not both.
And they’re both trying to be that one- Gojo flicking your throbbing clit with ease, Sukuna shoved between your legs and lappin’ at your every treacly dewdrop with his tongue.
It was so different from the way your boyfriend would eat you out - while Gojo was slow and sensual and loving—handing you anything and everything you could ever want with his tongue - Sukuna was the complete opposite. He was rough. He was teasing.
He was grippin’ onto both of your thighs and draaaagging you back once you attempted to bounce your hips away. With his nails digging into the sides of your flesh, he was eating you out until you couldn’t breathe-
Just sharp, rapid pumps inside your hole with his slicked tastebuds. Draggin’ his teeth on your folds. Slurping up the pearly white dewdrops of sap. And whenever you clenched like it just felt so good- he’d reel his sloppy tongue back and slap it over your clit instead.
Never letting you feel too good, never growing tired of those cutely disappointed huffs n’ puffs you’d let out.
“Oi oi-” Sukuna’s tongue slides over Gojo’s fingers, both tugging and grinding on top of your clit. “Yer in my zone, Gojo Satoru.”
“You’re in my girl’s pussy, Ryomen Sukuna.” He’s biting back. Jaw dropping slightly open at the sheer pace at which Sukuna would thrust into your sopping wet hole- uncaring whether you were stretched out enough to take his sheer circumference because Sukuna was going to make you take it either way.
“Haaaah? Thought we went over this shit already- this is my girl’s pussy from now on. My pussy.”
“You call her that when I’m the one that’s cum inside her?”
“Yeah, but who made her cum?”
You hitch out, “You’re both so s-stupid-”
And the bickering is starting up one more - though unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) for you, the more they argue, the harder they’re going on your cunt. Rubbin’ their lips and fingers raw—“Got a problem with that?”
Gojo pipes up, “She never answered the-”
“Aht aht-” Sukuna interrupts the blue-eyed man, just too fun to watch him fume like this. And instead of paying him any attention, the King stares right down at your pussy. “Got a problem with that?”
He wasn’t talking to Gojo. He wasn’t even talking to you-
He was talking to your greedy pussy and waitin’ until she answered- opening his mouth to let his tongue spread your lips wide open and draaaaag down your velvety walls.
Inevitably, you’re just so wet by this point that you can’t help but splash out in your juices- and it creates the filthiest squelching noise that Sukuna grins at. “See? She doesn’t mind.”
“You fucking-”
“Sh-shiiiiit—” Before the sultriest, most mind-numbing stretch opens up your pussy. And you snap your head down on carnal instinct to find that Sukuna was kneeled between your legs and fingering your pussy open.
Ruthlessly with not one, not two, but three of his thick fingers- they were just so large that it took him a few half-thrusts to even fit the first few inches inside. Those roughened crowns of his mazing like spotlights searching for your every sweet spot, “Oh my god, it feels so good, Kuna-”
“Oh yeah? What a coincidence, yer- I mean my pussy’s saying the same thing, mama.” He then looks up at your boyfriend as if to say—your move.
Gojo Satoru rolls his eyes.
And he’s then pushing Sukuna’s head back to fully take over your clit for himself.
“Fuck off.”
Sukuna’s pink brows furrow and he grimaces. “Watch it, fucker. I have a Calvin Klein ambassadorship-”
“He talks big but he doesn’t know this pussy as well as I do, huh?” Though Gojo doesn’t listen to a word he says - doesn’t have to. He’s rolling the edge of his thumb along your clit in quick clockwise circles, and then stopping every then and now to repeat the motion anti-clockwise. “All that chit-chat, but really…she’s still my pussy, isn’t she?”
You hiccup, “I-I just don’t understand why she can’t be both-”
“No.”
“Nuh-uh.” Gojo affirms along with Sukuna. Breathy laughter echoing against your right ear in a way that almost felt crazed—“Guess I hafta remind it to you then, huh, my girl?”
“Ohhhh, he’s slurring, mama.” Sukuna titters.
“I’m realizing…” You breathe out.
Maybe the two of you had broken Gojo Satoru.
Maybe the two of you had made Gojo Satoru snap-
In no time he’s jerking you further up in this position and absolutely shattering you with the movements of his nimble fingertips. Gojo always did have the prettiest hands you’ve ever seen, the prettiest palms, the prettiest digits that had countless edits dedicated to them on social media.
And they were just so looooong and flexible- tuggin’ on your throbbing knob a few times before drawing patterns. Not just any patterns - but something swirling and swipin’ that makes your eyes roll all the way to the back of your skull.
He was curving the soft crown of his fingerpad against your clit- making a curving shape that makes you buck.
“And what does that say?”
“Wh-what?” You gasp out stupidly to the man above you, his voice eerily calm.
“I said…” A few more twists n’ turns of his fingers on top of your clit that make you tremble with pleasure. “-what does that say, sweetheart?”
Hell, even Sukuna has to look up at the tone of Gojo’s voice. Something about it so…either way it’s making the pink-haired man flicker his gaze up n’ down your cunt and chuckle. “Not bad, you sick fuck. Not bad.”
And you’ve never been more confused- “I don’t know what you mean-”
“I said-” It’s only then that you’re feeling it, feeling the sensation of Gojo’s doughy fingertips pinch your swollen clit. Letting the sting seep into your nerves for just a bit before he’s resuming that same swipin’ motion. “-what does it say on this pussy?”
It’s only then that you’re realizing he’s spelling something out on your cunt.
“Man, she’s too fucked stupid on my tongue to realize-”
“In your dreams.”
“Shit, is it…” Your dazed pupils seem to be following in the same motion, being held to him with absolutely no mercy. And, somehow, you manage to be mapping out the swivelling of his fingers. “Is it an ‘S’—?”
“‘S’ for Sukuna.” The pink-haired captain titters out.
Before Gojo’s immediately spanking down on your pussy for no reason- “And this one? What about this one, my girl?”
“Shit, shit shit, shiiiit—” You could feel the oncoming tidal wave of your high - already so close with both men stimulating you so much that it almost hurt. “Is that one- hck!” If you weren’t mistaken, this current one was something…pointier than the last curving letter. “Is it an ‘A’?”
“Good girl.”
“Aw, shit-” Sukuna gruffs out between your pussylips, “I can’t let my pussy go that easily, can I?”
Increasing the incredible zaps of electricity that were running straight from your core, Sukuna had another swivellin’ fingertip of his pressing inside. Four—and they were just so big that you swear you could feel your mind start blanking out.
Pushing and pushing.
Shovelling his hot tips against the sweetest of your spots, it’s almost as if he was providin’ his fingers inside with the aim to bruise-
“And how many fingers s’that?” Sukuna leers up at both you and Gojo, a challenging smile upon his handsome face. “Count f’me, girlie.”
“Be original.” Gojo scoffs.
“Be better.”
“Not when you’ve got my cum on your face.”
Sukuna isn’t even sure what to say to that, merely stuffin’ his face into the froth of white and transparent juices pourin’ out of you.
“Fuh-four.” Almost feeling embarrassed by how much your words were tangling n’ mingling into one- but that’s if you were in any better state of mind. Right now it felt like you could barely even string a coherent thought together let alone a sentence. “Four fingers?”
Sukuna smiles against your tender folds, “Aaaaatta girl.” Pulling back and this time pushing in a different number of digits. “And how many now?”
“Three?” You cry out.
“We’re not done here, sweetheart.” Thrown by the way that Gojo was rasping into your ear, “Don’t let has-beens distract you- what letter?”
“It’s a ‘T’—?”
“What number, mama?”
“Two.”
“Letter?”
“Oh—” Feeling your legs start to twitch the way they did whenever you were close, “It’s ‘O’-”
“Number-”
You’re arching against them, “Four-”
“Letter-”
Bucking your body, “‘R’—”
“Lett-”
“Number-”
“Letter.”
“Fuck- number.”
“Fuck off- letter.”
“S’my pussy and I want to ask-”
“No, it’s my pussy and-”
But only you could cut through one of their infamous arguments with ease- “Satoru.” Bringing back both men’s attention onto you and you entirely. Your back arches against Gojo’s front until his smooth pectorals were providing you with cushioning for his rough fingers. “Y-your letters are spelling out- ngh, ‘Satoru’ on my pussy.” And then you’re staring down at the pink-haired man, “And Sukuna- you’ve now got four fingers inside me.”
He smirks, “Atta girl- correct.”
“You did well, sweetheart.”
And their sweet whispers are all you hear before you’re shattering into your second- third- perhaps even fourth orgasm of the night. Something that lasts so loooooong and blissful that it leaves your body utterly limp in Gojo’s arms.
Sukuna plops his fingers and mouth down on your cunt and fucks you through each incredible high, the mountains of it unfurling over you. His globular fingertips pressin’ into the tiniest crevices inside and marking himself out. Meanwhile Gojo was spelling his name again and again and agaaaain on top of your swollen pussy.
Until it was a pattern that you think might have permanently embedded into your very veins with how frenzied your boyfriend was marking it out. Gojo crushes you to his toned front and whispers- “Cum f’me, my girl.” Scalding hot pants against your ear, “Yes- yes, cum f’me.”
He ruts his aching cock against your behind and you whine-
“Cum f’me so good.”
And Sukuna himself looks as though he wanted to say something as he dragged out the tremors across your body- but he was far too busy with his lips glued to your pussylips. Lappin’ up every ounce of slick and cum- “Mmm, just you wait, mama.”
They don’t stop until your massive wave of bliss has well and fully bated - until it’s nothing more than a few tingles that shoot sparks up your spine.
But then…they don’t stop even then.
Sukuna has his lips plastered to your clit by now, his fingers smeared down your walls—and he didn’t give a fuck what the other man had to say about it. Because Gojo himself had his arms around you tightly, hips just lightly pushing and pulling. Reeling and rutting.
Gojo’s plush cockhead was swervin’ between your legs and sliiiiiding up the slit of your pussy-
“Oi-” Sukuna’s grunting as the other man’s smooth velvety length grazes his lips, “Watch it. M’trying to eat out my girl’s pussy.”
“Then shut up and move.” Gojo gruffs out, teeth grit. He hits his hips against you with a smack! “Or don’t- I don’t fucking care.”
“That’s gay as hell.”
“Bi.”
“Bye to you, too.” Sukuna’s rolling his rouge eyes. He’s just about to open his mouth once more with something snarky, when he realizes that oh…Gojo was actually fucking serious.
He was actually attempting desperately to pummel his hips into you. He was actually holding you up with only one of his beefy arms for a brief moment, guiding his thickened tip to smooch up against your hole and puuuushing—
Cumming.
Pouring out hot loads of seed in a gloss.
“And who said you could fuck my girl’s pussy?” Immediately, he’s on his two feet and shrugging down his shorts- dampened with precum by now. Thoroughly. It’s then that you’re getting the first proper look at the Ryomen Sukuna’s cock.
Where Gojo was longer and prettier- Sukuna was just thiiiick and covered in so many veins that it made you already anticipate him being inside you. It was almost dizzying the sheer amount there was. Unruly pink happy trail. Heavily tightened balls. He was the most sensual tannish pink at the very top of his shaft, graduating down to a darker shade at his base. And his base—oh.
“You seriously got tattooed there?” Gojo’s the first to voice his thoughts out loud. One of his pale brows raising at the ring of inky black ‘round Sukuna’s hilt. “Sick fuck.”
You yourself gulp at the sight, “Did that hurt, Kuna?”
“Who cares if it-”
“Nah.” Sukuna replies, “No pain, no gain- right, mama?”
“I-I suppose…” Nodding was all that you could do - Gojo was furiously smearin’ apart your pussylips and trying to rut inside.
“And what exactly would my girl be gaining, huh?” The white-haired captain is the one to ask.
“Isn’t that obvious?” His tone certainly made it out to be, and the King was looming even closer with his throbbing erection. Just like Gojo, he looked so hard that it almost looked painful- almost looked as though he was begging n’ bursting to be inside your tight hole. Sukuna’s caging the two of you against the lockers, “She’s gaining both of us.”
Your eyes widen, “Both-”
“Inside.”
Gojo perks up, “At once.”
Both. Inside. At once.
You weren’t walking out of this locker room.
At all.
Sukuna inches ever-so-slightly closer. One hand placed outright against the locker room- and you honestly have to stop yourself from ogling his bulging biceps. The other wrapped around his meaty hilt and pressin’ up against your hole-
“If s’both at once then you better put them in at the- mm, same time.” Gojo mutters.
“Tch-” But Sukuna doesn’t deny him - and before you know it, he has his rugged hand wrapped around both their cocks. Gojo’s face wincing with a hiss at the slight sensation, he dribbles out in even more cum that gets smeaaaared down your wet crevice. “And that last round- we didn’t end up deciding whose pussy this was, huh?”
“No…” Gojo’s clenching his teeth, straining his head to look down at the heavenly sight below. Sukuna was teasin’ your flooded orifice, getting you used to the feeling of them both.
“Then how about…”
“-we let this pussy decide.”
“Mmm, heh-” Sukuna smirks, “-time for the overtime.”
And they might have been the fiercest of rivals on the ice—but here? Gojo and Sukuna were in perfect synchronization when they’re tuggin’ their cocks to your cunt and emptying out.
Fucking you at the same time.
“Eeeeeasy now, mama- s’gonna be a snug fit.” Sukuna’s forehead starts to bead with sweat, “You should know that they say my cock’s so big it’s as if they were- hah, two.”
“Two inches, maybe.”
“What were you saying, two-pump chump?”
It was such a tight fit.
“Ngh—fuck.” Sukuna spits out through his pearly white canines, nose crinkling at the sensation of your walls rubbing against him and him rubbing against Gojo. “You’ve got me, mama.”
“Fuh-fuuuuuck, sweetheart-” Meanwhile Gojo was damn near drooling- he was trembling, he was spurtin’ out his precum. He was holding onto you for what felt like dear life as he’s rutting- “It feels so good, what the fuck- what the fuuuck.”
“Yer welcome.” Sukuna chuckles, though you could see the burning blush formulating on his ears.
“Not you-”
He throbs, “Nah, tha’s definitely me.”
And you can’t help but cling onto both of them- “Toru—Kuna- you’re both inside- fuck.” One of your hands grabbing into Sukuna’s toned deltoids, while the other was scrambling to grab onto Gojo’s pure white hair. Honestly, you didn’t even need the balance at this point - they were the ones holding you up. Gojo’s strong arms holding you up in a full nelson, Sukuna’s ones latched onto either side of your hips to keep from running. “And you’re both just so big- I don’t know if it’ll even f-”
“Don’t say that it won’t fit, sweetheart.”
You’re turning back to Gojo, “Why- oh.”
Because your boyfriend’s voice sounded octaves higher than usual. It sounded breathier. It sounded more unsteady.
You don’t think you’ve heard him sound like this in your entire life.
And you’re just looking behind to check up on him and- fuck. Gojo Satoru was already pussydrunk - you could tell by the bleary look in his eyes. He was shivering. He was letting his pinkish lips fall further and further open every time he’s plunging in a solid few pumps-
“Oi oi-” Sukuna gnaws down on the insides of his cheek to keep from any strange noises like…whimpers from seeping into his tone. “-I thought we were fuckin’ her together?”
“Oh—huh?” Blue eyes looking between the two of you- did he seriously forget that? Was he seriously that gone? And you’re getting your answer the moment that your gluey walls clench—and Gojo’s breath hitches. Body moving before his mind as he ruts-
His eyes blow wide open as if he didn’t even realized what he just did.
He holds into you so tight that neat crescent marks embed into your skin. “Don’t say it won’t fit- please.” Breathy whispers plastering in scorching breezes against the side of your neck, “Don’t say it won’t fit because I need it to- have to.”
“Why’s that, Toru?”
“Yeah-” Sukuna raises his pinkish brows, “Why’s that, Toru?”
“B-because…” Gojo’s handsome cheeks give a slight blush, and he’s averting eye contact with both you and the cocky man that also had his cock stuffed inside you. “-how will make this pussy really mine if I can’t even hit her- ngh, womb?”
Your jaw drops- but Sukuna only lets out a light whistle. “So thaaaat is the master plan, huh?” The other captain himself giving you a solid, aaaaaching thrust- “Hasn’t yer coach ever taught you not to tell yer master plan to the rival team?”
“Why does it matter?” Poor, pussydrunk Gojo Satoru cocks his head. And you almost start to feel sympathy for the way that Sukuna was starting to take your boyfriend as a joke- “You won’t win anyways”
Nevermind.
It doesn’t take long for them to funnels their cocks upwards like fucking animals-
Claiming every single spot inside you. Slidin’ past one another for space- they feel the sensitive spots on their cock press against the other’s and that makes them buck. Molding and massaging and making you sob out on the feeling of two entire cylindrical intrusions keeping you wide open.
Gojo was impatient with his tempo, slashing the most delicate parts of your insides with his lengthy cock. And it certainly didn’t help that the globular end of his shaft was covered in slick and hooooned to reach your deepest depths. Even deeper.
Even deeper than Sukuna, who was spending more time training your entrance to gape out into a pretty lil’ oh—the same way your mouth was. “Just like that, mama.” And listen…he can’t help himself when he leans down and spits straight between your puffy lips. Sticking a thumb between your legs and pryin’ your folds apart. “Would ya look at that…she’s actually starting to take me- I dunno about that other motherfucker-”
“She’s taking me, too.” Gojo scoffs.
“-but I just know this pussy’s gonna love my cock.” Sukuna hums, his great chest rumbling with satisfaction. “She’s gonna have me stuffed all the way against her womb and then beg to be called mine.”
Making you shiver with the drag-drag of the calloused digits holding his base, “Sh-shit-”
Sukuna grins, jerking his hips up. Rapid and ravenous. “And she’s begging to take it all the way until that tattoo at my base-”
“In your dreaaaaams~” The other man’s answer comes before yours, and so does a thorough bang right near your g-spot occur. “She’s all mine. So if you w-want any then come and get it now, Sukuna—oh wait.” Leaning down theatrically, Gojo pretends as though he was hearing something emanating from your pussy. Something riveting. The squelches. “You can’t- because the only one she’s begging for is me.”
“Face-off.”
“Fuck off.”
“Can you two just shut up and fuck me—ngh.” Your tastebuds sizzle in the drenched layer of your own saliva, taking over your mouth in an instant once one of them finally bottoms out.
One of them.
And the problem was that you couldn’t register which one was which- before a second loud wallop tremors at the bottom of your pussy and the other man is bottoming out. Both of them.
Mere split-seconds apart from each other.
Their rotund tips curving against your cervix juuust right until your eyes roll back, hands latching onto their muscular bodies. Toes curling. Teary lashes fluttering. Gojo and Sukuna had you pressed tightly between them as they funnelled all their swollen, greeeeedy inches inside of you.
“So?”
It’s Sukuna who’s speaking- and you can just barely manage to extract yourself from the valley of his pecs. Sometime during their furious cadence, you’d wound up salivating between his toned chest. “S-so?”
Gojo hums, “So what’s the verdict, sweetheart?”
“Verdict?”
Sukuna tuts with one of his usual eye-rolls. “So- who’s first, mama? Who did that slutty pussy of yours want more?”
“O-oh…” Your mouth drops agape, “It was…”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
Blinking back the tears in your eyes- “It was…”
“Take your time, my girl.”
“It was-” It’s then and there - mid-moan to one of Gojo’s impatient thrusts - that you decide to come clean to the two men. Sadly looking down—if you were in any clearer a state of mind then maybe you’d have noticed the way both their plummy tips throb even harder when you pout. “I don’t…know…”
“Well…” Gojo looks at Sukuna, and Sukuna looks back.
“Well.”
And there seems to be a silent conversation there that you weren’t privy to.
“We can always fuck her pussy and then ask her.”
“Y’know- sometimes I love the way you think.”
You’re not quite sure which one of the two suggested it, and which one of the two simply agreed - Gojo or Sukuna. Because they’d finally fit inside and now Gojo and Sukuna were pistoning their hips up into you like they were trying to make you forget the other.
Trying to make your mind nothing but a blur.
The pinkish lengths disappearing in and out of you nothing but a blur.
Both of their split-ended cockheads dig into the deepest grooves of your pussy, finding each of your favorite spots as if they were almost magnetized to them. It just felt so good to have them slide across your walls and slide across each other- those veiny lines on their cocks being pressed against the other’s shaft. Bulging out your tight channel like you never could have imagined before. Expectedly, knowing your body for a longer time, Gojo is the first to find your g-spot and preeeeess his flared tip against it.
He smirks down at Sukuna- who didn’t take more than a few more vicious strokes to find it himself. Though he can’t lie the blow it did to his ego— “What was that? Your cute lil’ womb feeling lonely, girlie?” Sukuna’s speaking down at your slurping cunt, “Awww don’t worry, I’ll help you-”
“Tch…” To which the other man was also concentrating a bit more on the route that his length was taking inside your channel. Gojo was hard and sloppy- the cap of dribblin’ pre on his shaft making it so that sometimes he’d barely even graze his tip against your channel until he’s doing it all over again. “Upset you can’t find the g-spot?”
“M’surprised a man like you could even find the clit.” Sukuna’s snarling back, purposefully dipping his thumb up to roll over that sweet nub.
“M’surprised a man like you was even given the chance to fuck her.” Gojo chuckles haughtily.
“Why were you surprised when a man like you was given the chance?”
“At least I won the match-”
“At least I won the girl—my girl.”
Gojo bristles, “You seriously think you won my girl over?”
“If the shoe fits-”
Gojo scoffs- and thankfully it’s the only thing he does. Thankfully he’s ignoring the vengeful temptation within him that’s telling him to just deck Ryomen Sukuna in the face one and for all.
Instead, he’s taking his anger out simply on your cunt. Both ice hockey captains swipin’ their rotund crowns inwards and attempting to fuck the decision out of you.
Faster.
Harder.
Choose me. Choose me. Choose me.
“Sh-shit, how am I ever meant to choose—” You’re gasping through your cascade of tears, legs twitching- and you’re taking it as a sign to mean that your high was nearby. Though how you were expected to orgasm once more with the sheer amount of overstimulation that your body was wracking from, you had absolutely no idea.
And Gojo and Sukuna were fucking you like they didn’t even care about that in the first place.
They had their hands gripping onto your body- almost teamwork. “Don’t tell me that we’re gonna go this long without you even choosing, sweetheart…” Gojo purrs. He was the one holding you open, and Sukuna was the one taking advantage of that to twiddle n’ tug at your clit.
“Yeah- don’t think yer getting out of this any time soon.” Sukuna agrees - agrees with Gojo Satoru for what was likely the first and last time ever in his entire life. You squirm your hips and he’s pinning you down to keep you from moving a single inch—“If ya don’t choose now then we’re gonna have another- hah, round.”
Eyes damn near bulging out of your skull, “A-another round?”
“Another round.” Gojo affirms. His head falling into the crook of your neck, “And another round- and another round- and another round and another round and another-”
“Aaaaaall the way until you finally choose, girlie.” Sukuna chuckles darkly—“Me or him.”
“Me or him.”
“I…I choose—” You start off- and you can feel the way that both Gojo and Sukuna lean in even closer to hear your ultimate decision. Who’s pussy was this? Whose girl were you? They’re slammin’ their hips into yours so hard that the skin of their pelvis grows bright red. “I choose-”
“Yes?” Gojo shoves his cockhead against a particularly sweet spot inside you.
“Mhm?” Sukuna was pressing down haaaard on your clit like the cutest button.
And it’s with great difficulty - and a few more rabid strokes - until you can speak. “I choose…that you both fuck me again.”
Such filthy, filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth-
It’s enough to make both you and Gojo cum again- and for Sukuna to take one lingering look at you two before he himself starts to throb with his high. “Fuh-fucking hell.” Never stuttered in years since his first team tryouts. Never felt so overcome with his orgasm since he first discovered what the hell that was.
They’re both pumping out looong luxurious stripes of their seed.
Your own high was nothing but a mere few trembles by this point—or so you think. That is, until those faint tingles burst into something so intense and white-hot that you see your vision blacken for a few seconds. A strange wetness seeping between your legs.
You wonder just what might have happened- until Sukuna’s low whistle sounds. “Squirting, huh?”
“All because of me-”
“Actually-”
You have to open your eyes and see for yourself- and it’s making you gape at the splashes of squirting sap that escape you. So much so that you start to wonder just where so much of it must’ve fit, so hard that it makes every single double thrust push you through your constant high. “Sh-shit, I did this…”
Again and again.
Only once the most of it has bated and left you unclenching can you focus on taking every single wad that they’re planting inside you. Emptying out their heavy balls. Using both globular cockheads to swipe the dewy droplets inwards.
“Inside, motherfucker.” Sukuna spits out at the other man, guiding his ruby-red tip to swivel inside.
“I already know, you fool.”
“Sh-shit, there’s so much of it.” The mess of it glazes your insides and creates a sort of second skin. Only temporary, however, because every time you were fucked- that sheen would splosh all over again. “I feel so…ngh.”
“Mmm, filled up to the brim?” Sukuna swipes his thick fingertip down your slit and collects the excess of ivory cum dribbling out of you.
Gojo helpfully supplies as well, “Properly stuffed full?”
Sukuna smirks, “Wet like a waterpark?”
“The sweetest treat with a creamy middle?” Gojo was ruttin’ his hips up furiously, properly fucking all three of you throughout your orgasm. Toes curling. Back arching. Even when his own high was starting to peter out now and he was only pumping you full—
“Like yer gonna explode?”
“Heh, like yer gonna end up pregnant-”
You’re throwing your head back with a mewl, clawing onto their muscular bodies- “Please-” Just fucked stupid until both their waves of bliss are fading out. Pouring pumps of wadded cum every time they underwent a peak of bliss, “F-fuck, please-”
“Please?” Sukuna raises one brow down at the way you sob, “Whaddaya mean ‘please’? I distinctly remember a certain indecisive pussy- and you, wanting to go another round n’ really decide? Right, Satoru?”
“Most certainly, Ryomen.” Your boyfriend - that traitor - is fucking agreeing with his rival for one.
When did that even happen—?
But you don’t have the time to think too deeply about it- because in almost no time, they’re pulling out. In the next blink you find your limp body laid flat across one of the large wooden benches in the locker room.
Gojo and Sukuna kneeled between your legs and looking absolutely famished. You could feel their cum pouring out of you triple-fold like this, a slow n’ slick ooze.
“Shit- look at the way she’s leaking.” Gojo nudges Sukuna.
Sukuna smirks back, “Mostly because of me, heh?”
“You fuck-”
“Ahem.” They’re snapping their eyes to you instantly, just so pretty when they kneeled before you like this—they should do it more often. Still twitching from the aftershocks of your high, “And you- ngh, want me here because…?”
“To eat that pretty pussy out, mama- duh.” Sukuna rolls his eyes. “Because no matter what, we belong to you.”
Gojo pipes up, “Just trying to figure out the logistics- I want to taste my girl first, you’ve already had your turn-”
“Eh? Fuck off, I’m eating her out first-”
“You already-”
“Why not both?” It’s become your mantra, of sorts. And you’re leaning back on your elbows against the bench, leads spreadin’ just a bit wider.
The two hockey look players between you and your pussy with widened eyes.
Before you’re reaching out and bringing their heads together to kiss your puckered cunt. Their lips meeting your pussylips. Their lips meeting each others—
A hot, open-mouthed kiss.
Gojo moans.
Sukuna can’t keep the blush off of his ears once his and Gojo’s tongue slide against each other and fight for purchase of your cream-covered cunt-
“Help me decide, boys.”
.
.
.
“Aaaaand we have Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna coming up to the center to take the opening face-off, ladies and gentlemen.” Different game. Same commentator. “This might just be the most anticipated moment in our play-offs: Tokyo Free Blades vs. Heian Hawks. Gojo Satoru vs. Ryomen Sukuna. The strongest center now vs. the strongest center in history—and which one of them will take the Stanley Cup?”
Gojo and Sukuna were skating up to the face-off circle, their hockey sticks at the ready and their eyes locked on one another.
It had only been a month or two of fooling around until yet another NHL play-off, this time in Shinjuku, had the two men facing each other. And they were ready for it- in fact, they almost seemed excited for it.
Your two boyfriends are lowering into position as the referee arrives to give them a concise speech, and you can’t help but jump up and down with your cheers. Still slightly sore from how hard they went on you. Still covered in marks down your neck and your thighs from both of them. You were in the fan section for the Heian Hawks, despite the Tokyo Free Blade jersey you wore - but at least the banner in your hand announced—Shinjuku Showdown! Go Go Toru and Kuna!
And yet, even then you knew that one of them would find something to whine n’ huff about until you gave them extra coddling. You hope you didn’t write one of their names bigger than the other…
It drew a few stares, predictably.
From fans around you that beamed or from the particularly fervent fan that couldn’t comprehend this betrayal. You just never would have expected that it would draw the attention of the game commentator itself-
“And what’s that? Isn’t that Gojo Satoru’s girlfriend?” To your acute horror and amusement, you’re suddenly seeing yourself splashed across the big screen. “Look here, ladies and gentlemen- Gojo Satoru’s girlfriend with her support for the Heian Hawks as well—raise that banner higher, my dear.”
With a cheer, you do as you’re told. You know this is about to take over your entire timeline very, very soon.
“Well well well, who could’ve imagined? Maybe the Prince of the Ice has some competition, eh?” Panning over the visuals to a smirking Sukuna and Gojo who was rolling his eyes- fondly, however. “Isn’t this the same lass that caused a fight between the two players during their last match together?”
Though you’re shaking your head with a laugh, Sukuna raises a thumbs up.
“Who’d have thought…maybe a friendship between two heated rivals really is possible after all?” The commentator muses out loud, and you’re dodging the phone cameras that are being shoved your way now. Being Gojo Satoru’s girlfriend always did come with a bit of publicity that you never did expect, but being the girlfriend of both of them…“Or maybe even…something more?”
Gojo and Sukuna look at each other.
They flip each other off.
“Or maybe not—” The man declares to roaring laughs, and Yaga is smoothly lifting his hand in a signal of dropping soon. “Let’s have a good game Gojo and Sukuna fans. Clean. Fair. For that Stanley cup. No one gets injured too badly and most important of all—rock me!”
The puck drops.
The game starts.
Who's winning over the Stanley Cup (and you?)
King of the Rink
Prince of the Ice
Forget them, you're the only real winner here.
Voting ended onJan 22
A/N. Shinjuku showdown? More like Shinjuku PLOUGH-down *throws tomatoes* Also fun fact: some of the commentary in here were taken from actual games!
summary: movie night with your bestfriend gets interrupted by your neighbours deciding to get it on– loudly. suguru swears he can make you scream even louder!
pairing: bsf! suguru x f!reader
tags: porn with little plot, fingering, kinda dom! suguru?, oral (f! rec.), spit, unprotected piv, creampie, choking, hair pulling (f rec.), multiple orgasms, cock drunk! reader, mirror kink, backshots while standing up, squirt(and suguru eats it UPPP), praise. this was inspired by my own neighbours fucking lol. fanart cr: ntyk__no on X
wc: 3.2k (my longest one yet let's gooo)
the sun was setting outside, its warm, dim light illuminated the room as you were coddled up on the couch with suguru. your were backs pressed into the plush cushions, soft pillows and fluffy blankets all around you, and you could almost hear the soft hum of the ambient music he had put on earlier.
it was movie night– nothing uncommon for the two of you, although most of the times you just ended up talking and chatting about whatever subject, forgetting about the film playing in the background. today was one of those times.
except your new neighbours started to get a little too comfortable in their space.
it didn't start off that bad at first, just the muffled bangs of the headboard against the wall. you managed to ignore it, continued yapping to suguru, although your eyes drifted for a moment to where the noises came from.
but it didn't take long before you heard the muted moans on top of the bangs, which got progressively louder. and louder. until it became impossible to ignore.
you looked around your room for something, you didn't know what for, an excuse maybe, just anything that could cut through the sheer awkwardness you currently drowned in. your words became mumbles, and suguru watched you intently as you became more and more flustered with each porn worthy moan coming from the floor above.
"hey, don't you want to eat something? i'm gonna go bring some snack–" your words came out more composed than you'd thought, already lifting yourself off the couch when suguru grabbed you by your wrist to pull you back down.
he saw right through you.
of course he would. he knows you better than anyone, has been there for you every time you needed him since 8th grade, and you've been best friends ever since. he knows that, you both do.
but seeing him grow from the boy you once knew into the undoubtedly handsome man he currently is did something to you.
"i'm all good here, already got everything i need," suguru said sweetly, almost too sweet, his intense gaze making it a bit more difficult to breathe.
he was talking about the half-eaten bag of chips on the table... right?
your body tightened as he extended his arm on the frame of the couch, barely grazing the nape of your neck. your eyes were set on the tv in front of you, not daring to look elsewhere, although you could still feel his eyes on you.
this was having too much of an effect on you. you felt exposed, and he knew it too. you shouldn't feel like this, the heat creeping up on your face as you fidgeted nervously with the hem of your shorts, the moans still echoing through the thin walls.
"wanna bet i can make you scream even louder?"
"w–what?" your eyes widened, did you hear him right?
"do you?" suguru purred, seemingly unbothered.
your lips parted, but no words were coming out.
"strip," he ordered.
as if hypnotised, you did as you were told, quickly pulling off your shorts and top. when you went to peel off your already damp underwear, suguru stopped you.
"leave those on," he said, his amethyst eyes not leaving yours.
he padded his hand against the cushion, signaling you to sit down, and you followed without a second thought.
you plopped yourself next to him, maybe not close enough to his liking, seeing as he had pulled you in, the hand that was formerly resting behind you on the backrest now found its way around your neck. not squeezing, just feeling you, feeling your quickened pulse.
your faces were only centimetres apart by now, close enough to notice the slight hitch in your breath as he leaned in.
"you've been waiting for this for as long as i have, haven't you?" suguru's breath lingered on your lips as he spoke, lowly, but demanding an answer nonetheless.
"yes," you replied, just above a whisper.
"good girl," suguru praised, a faint smirk tugging at his lips before his mouth crashed onto yours.
you whimpered into the kiss, all of your thoughts immediately melting away the moment you felt his tongue slip past your lips. your heart pummelled in your chest as you felt his fingers dig deeper into the sensitive skin on your neck.
his lips are softer than you've imagined, his kiss languid, yet feeling as if he claimed you right there and then. you hum against his mouth as you felt his hand slip down in between your legs, the heat in your belly pooling by now.
his slender fingers traced over your slit over the damp fabric of your panties, feeling the wetness soaking them. he applied more pressure as he reached your clit, moving in teasing circles over it.
"suguru," you whimpered into his mouth, the walls of your cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.
"what do you need, sweetheart?" suguru asked, a string of spit connected to your lips as he pulled away to talk.
"need yo–" you didn't get to finish before he pulled your panties to the side and plunged in two fingers, slipping right in your dripping cunt and making you lock your hands at the base of his hair.
"yeah? you wanna cum on my fingers?" you could only moan in response as be leaned back in, the kiss growing sloppier as his digits curled inside you.
you quickly turned into a squirming mess, pussy leaking a small puddle down his fingers as they drove in and out of you, hitting every spot you never could, even late at night when you laid in your bed with him in your mind as you fingered yourself pathetically.
little did you know he was doing the same thing. going back to his place after every hangout, and stroking his cock raw to the thought of you. enveloped by pleasure, but eaten alive by the guilt of jerking off to his best friend.
you could hear the movements of his fingers as they thrusted into your hole, the wetness soaking them. your body folded against him when he pressed his palm against your clit while simultaneously finger fucking you. you shuddered, legs shaking as you came on his digits.
you laid limp against him, whimpering, as his pace began to slow down. your head was resting into the nape of his neck, your staggered breath warming his skin.
"you did so well," suguru spoke, cupping your face and giving you a gentle kiss on your lips. "but i'm gonna need a little more from you."
you only looked at him, gaze already clouded.
"now bend over for me," he only smiled, bringing the same fingers he used to fuck you to his mouth, and sucked them clean.
"mmhm, atta girl," your slick was sweet on his tongue, a flavour he's been craving for a long time. his eyes followed you as you plopped your knees into the cushion and held onto the backrest for support.
he got on his knees on the ground, his face only centimetres away from your dripping cunt. your thighs sticky with slick and still trembling lightly. a sight he's been dreaming of.
your eyes were still glassy from the intensity of your previous high, eyebrows knit together as you looked back at him, your gaze pleading.
"s' all for me, pretty girl?" suguru murmured, the heat of your pussy lingering on his face, the aroma filling his senses.
"all for you, sugu," his dick twitched at the nickname, although you've called him that before, right now it feels vulgar.
his cock hurt by now because of how hard he was, years of waiting for a taste of you, bottled up until this very moment. every nerve in his body told him to just push your head into a pillow and fuck you until all you knew was his name, but no, he wanted to savour this.
his hands settle on the fat of your ass, gripping lightly as he dives in. you feel his tongue travel up the slit of your pussy, relishing in your taste.
"mmphh– fuck!" you gasp, already sensitive from his fingers earlier.
he groans against your pussy, tongue dipping in deeper between your folds, lips wrapping on your hole as he slurps on the sweet juices leaking out from your hole.
"that's it, sweetheart, soak my face," suguru mumbled into your cunt, swallowing the creamy mess on his tongue.
you moaned at the sound of his voice, hands gripping onto the couch as you felt his hot muscle thrusting into your soppy hole, wet and desperate.
"sweeter than i ever could've imagined...," he brought one hand to your pussy to open up your folds, pulling them apart gently, and spat on it. you jolted in response, the combination of saliva and slick dripping down your legs.
"suguru– please," you whined, unconsciously arching your back in his face.
hearing you say his name and pleading made him go livid. his hand found your clit in response, fingers applying uniform pressure in rough circles– demanding a reaction from you.
"oh my– ah, y–yes," you babbled incoherently, thighs beginning to shake as he gripped onto your ass harder, pulling a whine out of you.
slick was dripping down his wrist and chin as he made out with your cunt, dragging his tongue in your hole like a starved man. the pads of his fingers moved at an agonising speed over your throbbing clit, your moans getting filthier, louder.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck– please, 'm so– close!" you hiccuped, making him hum into your pussy. your sweet begs were music to his ears, and although he would've liked hearing them more, he needed to feel you finish on his face just as much as you did.
he replaced his hand with his lips, suctioning them around your pulsing clit as he pushed in one finger, curling it inside you and hitting your g-spot immediately. you were seeing stars by now, and suguru's only objective was to make you scream his name.
his tongue flicked at your clit as he sucked on it, continuously pumping his fingers inside your velvet walls. before long, you came with a guttural scream, your body tense as you dug your fingers in the pillows, leaking all over suguru's face.
his cock throbbed in his pants as he lapped at the juices oozing out of your cunt, swallowing everything without missing a single drop.
"ahh–," you whined, clenching around his finger as he slowly dragged it out, leaving your hole empty, and weeping.
"you okay, pretty?" suguru asked, his voice attentive as he brought a hand to your back, caressing over your spine.
"y–yeah, i'm fine," you breathed out, legs still weak and wobbling as you tried to stand up.
"good," he replied, now standing up on his feet behind you. in one sleek move, he slipped off his t-shirt, wiping the mess on his face with it.
"easy there, let me help you," suguru said lowly, wrapping his arms around your ribcage to steady you.
he pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, the warmth of his bare skin against yours sending shivers throughout your body.
his lips dragged lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses behind your ear, below it, until reaching your jaw and neck. you moved your head to the side permissively, allowing him more space.
"suguru...ah–!' you whispered his name, your eyes falling shut when he sucked sharply on your sensitive skin, surely leaving a hickey by tomorrow.
with him still standing behind you, he led you to walk forward a few steps, his eyes locking onto the full body mirror you had hung on the wall. so thoughtful of you.
his patience frayed around the edges as he slipped off his pants, letting his hard length slap against his stomach, the beading at the tip leaking over his defined abs.
suguru pressed his body against yours, the size of him making you gasp at the contact with your ass. firm hands had travelled over your tits, pulling a whimper from your lips as he squeezed at them.
"mmphh," you whimpered, a glob of warm spit falling from his lips and onto the small of your back, leaking down to your ass. his hips had started moving back and forth slowly, his dick sliding between your lubricated ass cheeks, teasing you.
suguru's arms tightened around you, keeping you upright against his chest, his body heat leaking over to yours.
he angled his hips better, making his dick slip in between your thighs, thrusting just below your pussy lips. your cunt was slobbering all over him, resulting in him groaning into your ear, his restraint chipping away more every second.
"suguru, please– fuck me," you blubbered, your voice weak, as overstimulation began to take over you. the crest of his cockhead nudged your clit with every painfully slow thrust, your knees getting more unsteady as he grazed over your pussy.
"such a greedy girl, came twice already, and you still need more?" you could feel his smirk against your skin as he spoke, lips against your neck, inhaling your scent.
"need you inside," you breathed out, the overwhelming need for him filled your senses, wishing all you felt was him.
"bet all those boy-toys that you had couldn't even make you cum, could they?" suguru purred, and your silence was enough of an answer.
"but don't worry... i'll give this sweet pussy what she really deserves," he whispered, the vibrations of his lips against your ear sending shivers down your neck.
suguru tucked your arms underneath his, keeping you secured against him, while his foot slid in between yours, pushing your legs apart.
"ahh–" you screamed, your eyes squeezing shut when he pushed in, the air in your lungs getting knocked out as he filled you to the brim in one brutal thrust.
"mmnghh–too big!" your words came out like a shriek, legs already shaking as your weeping pussy tried adjusting to his size, the heated sensation of your walls stretching around him making tears gather at your lash line.
your mouth fell agape, your mind in a haze as suguru's hand crept up around your neck, squeezing lightly around the sides.
"look at yourself... look at yourself while you're sobbing on my cock," his grip on your throat tightened, the lack of oxygen making everything feel floaty.
you opened your eyes on command, only to see your full length mirror staring right back at you, reflecting the tear streaks down your cheeks, your legs quivering as he splits you open on his cock.
your skin is buzzing under his touch, strong hands gripping you close to him so you don't collapse. your dripping walls clench around him, earning you a low moan from suguru.
you feel him so deep it snatches away your breath– cockhead hitting that sweet spot inside you with every practiced thrust, shoving it in until your eyes roll back.
your vision is cloudy, drool is spilling out the corner of your lips as he pounds into you mercilessly. if you had anymore coherent thoughts in your little head, they would've been quickly fucked out by suguru.
"where did my sweet girl go, huh? too fucked out?" suguru's honey dipped voice pulled you out of your trace-like state.
" 'm here– sugu," you mumbled, your back bending against him in a delicious arch.
"you can take it, can't you? doing so well already," he praised falsely, slowing down his pace.
"u–uh–uh," you tried agreeing, no coherent words coming out of your mouth. that just made him wonder how far he can push your limits before you break.
his hands slipped away from around you, leaving your neck bare and with nothing to support your weakened form. your hands slapped against the cold glass of the mirror in front of you, feet gripping desperately to the ground in order to stabilise yourself.
you leaned forward, the warmth of your palms leaving soft streaks along the reflective surface. suguru's hands had found their way on your hips now, digging into your supple skin when he slammed into you again.
"fuck, y–yes!" your voice came out shattered by the newfound angle, your greedy pussy swallowing up every inch of him as the wet slaps of skin to skin echoed throughout the room.
"there she isss," suguru mused, eyeing your fucked out reflection in the mirror, "let them hear you, sweetheart."
"haahh– so, deep," you meweld, his cock twitching inside you at the sound.
muttering curses under his breath, his hand tightened on your hip, while the other snaked its way into your messy hair, tugging lightly at the root.
your flushed cheek was pressed into the mirror, the glass fogging as your breathing became more and more broken.
your walls fluttered around him, pussy squeezing him tight as hips pistoned into yours, making his breath run ragged, and his balls tighten when they slapped against your clit with each thrust.
the burning, familiar feeling is building up in your abdomen again, twisting at your insides as you sobbed suguru's name, the feeling of his cock dragging through your folds making you feel high, fingers knotting deeper into your hair.
"nghh–'m, so close," you announced, your voice broken.
"shit–gonna fill you up and make you mine, sweetheart," his voice wavered, hips slamming deep into yours.
his words sent tremors through your body, and you came around his cock with a strangled moan, your orgasm tore through you, cruel and violent.
"haah–," suguru followed soon after, feeling your cunt clench around him, shooting ropes of white hot cum inside your womb, stilling his hips deep inside you, making sure nothing leaked out.
you whimpered when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, knees buckling as you slowly came down from your high.
his warm, sticky cum mixed with yours slowly seeped out of your hole when he pulled out, trickling down your inner thighs until it pooled around your ankles.
suguru held you from underneath your arms, your body melting into him like putty as he led you onto the couch, helping you sit down. you could almost see the imaginary stars floating above your head in a circle, and something tells you, you weren't gonna walk tomorrow.
he quickly went to bring you a towel, and by the time he came back, you could hear the warm water running from the bathroom, probably filling the tub.
suguru crouched down in front of you, his hands softer than ever as he leaned in, cradling your head and pressing a light kiss to your forehead– and another to your nose, and another to your lips, one that felt sweeter than any other candy.
Itadori Jin who everyone thinks is the sweetest man, is the most innocent, is someone that could never even hurt a fly - so whenever you show up to your workplace or hangouts with the most vicious bite marks down your neck…well, they’re either speechless or gasping.
Itadori Jin who puts you through the headboard every and any night- uncaring whether you have to get up early for work tomorrow, uncaring whether he leaves you without the ability to walk after he’s done with you. The only thing he cares about? Pumping another kid into you.
Synopsis. His New Year’s resolution? Put it in you raw!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, unprotected s, rubbers breaking, running out of rubbers, they go FÉRAL, mentions of kids, bréeding, first times, p talking, p sIapping, spítting, chokíng, running from it, MANHANDLlNG, pússydrúnk JJK men, headIocks, DP, true form!Sukuna, slight exhíbitionísm, matíng presses, fuIl neIsons, cuIt leader!Geto, GOJO’S POWERS, infinity, improper use of jujutsu powers, creampíes, cúmpIay, slight pIot, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <33
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - OUT/ IN.
“We’re out.”
“Out?” Toji’s glancing over at you with furrowed brows, length thick and heeeeavy in his hands. He’s giving himself a few pumps to deal with the torturous ache of wanting to be stuffed inside you. Right now. Right this very second.
To which you meet his impatient confusion with a sigh, holding up the box of empty rubbers. “Out.”
“Oh.” His scarred lips part.
Toji hadn’t realized- ah, Toji had completely forgotten. So that was what had been nagging at the back of his mind ever since he’d come back from the store- brushing off your insistences to take a list with him.
To be fair, he’d managed to get all the food, the toiletries, your serums- everything and anything except for…that.
“Those things don’t fit me anyway.” Toji’s brushing off with a gruff noise, beckoning you to come to him. “And we don’t need them.”
Your brows raise, voice quivering in anticipation. “We don’t?”
“We don’t.”
And it’s less than a few minutes later when you’re shoved face-first into the puffy white pillows, your ass in the air, your cunt being stuffed with all of Toji’s swollen hot inches. Ruthlessly slipping in the globular head of his mushroomy tip before he started rutting.
Harsh. Animalistic.
He was just so large- well, you already knew that. But without the tight barrier of a condom hugging onto his girth, you swear that he’s swollen even bigger than usual. Even more vicious.
It takes a prolonged slam! against one of your sweeter spots for you to jerk- and for Toji to grip onto either side of your waist. Hauling your body back into his as if you were nothing but a ragdoll, you yelp as you feel the silky blankets bunch up at your knees and draaaaag along with you. “Now where’d you think yer runnin’ off to, mama? Got somewhere else to be now?”
“No—” You’re gasping, holding onto the wooden headboard for dear life. You can’t stop the spit that drivels from either side of your lips and drenches the mattress below, “No, it’s just that you’re so- oh.”
His pretty, puckered tip swabs mercilessly at your g-spot. “So what—?”
And then it’s as if your boyfriend was trying to meanly fuck the words straight out of you.
Pistoning all eight of his inches straight into the deepest depths of your cunt, letting all his thicks veins scrape your orifice. It somehow felt as if Toji had been designed to hit each spot of your bundled nerves- with his winding vessels probin’ against every good area.
You’d never realized just how prominent his veins were without a condom on, and right now he was fully pummeling you stupid with them. Keeping your hips still so that he could swipe your entrance with his ruby-red cocktip then push dooooown as deep as it would go- until your cute pussy started struggling to fit him. “So- so biiiiig, Toji-”
“So biiiiig, huh?” He’s chuckling darkly from above, the fatness of his thumb hooking ‘round your pussylips and pushing each lip apart. “If m’so big then why does this pussy always keep askin’ for seconds? Greedy girl.”
“I am…?” Hazily letting your head drop, you can stare at the way that Toji was bustlin’ his hot tip into your hole. And even from here the size difference was just insane- you’d taken him before so why was this—”But this time you seem even bigger than usual-”
“Oh?” One of Toji’s jet-black brows raise, “That’s because I am.”
“Wh-what- fuck.” Immediately plugging your throat up with his thorough thrashes. He upturns spots you didn’t even know you had- making your tastebuds sizzle with saliva.
You feel your ears pop! as he increases his speed- but Toji’s merely holding onto your body so you can’t slip away. Just so casually watching as you squirm and whine given his cock.
Hell, he doesn’t even give you a warning before he’s reaching forwards and twisting a beefy arm around the front of your neck. Dragging you into a headlock- “This pussy of mine just feels too good, mama. I don’t know how you do it- hah.” He’s whispering in his grumbly tone into your ear, pants scorching. And if you didn’t know any better, then you’d have said that he sounded even more out-of-breath than usual, even more gone. “Can’t blame a man for growing just a lil’ bit harder inside ya, can you?”
“I don’t fucking—ngh.” Eyes rolling to the back of your head as he reaches a spot so tender, somehow it felt even better without a condom coverin’ Toji’s slick tip. “I don’t fucking know-”
“That’s alright, my doll, you don’t hafta know.” And you’re just about to ask Toji what he meant by that- when he’s sticking his thumb between your pussylips to press down on your clit. Startling you into a bounce that has you gulping up just a few more inches- “You just hafta take me-”
Something in the way he said that last sentence…ruined.
Rough.
Rugged.
His deep octaves were smoky with arousal, “Just take me.” He repeats, this time with something cracking at the back of his throat. You’re realizing with a jolt that the further Toji fucks inside you, the more his fingertips shake on your body. “Take me.” The more he pants. The more he heaves. The more he’s reaching inside of you and groaning at the sultry sensation of your walls. “Take me and- and squeeeeeze-”
Pressin’ on your clit like a button to make your body quiver, you’re instinctually listening to what Toji says and pressing your thighs together. It makes his thickened length massage your walls incredibly, “Like- like this?”
“Yes-” A sensation that he’s rapidly growing addicted to. “Yes, fuuuuuck-” Toji has to fight not to throw his head back, staring down at you through the gaps in his shaggy black bangs. He swears the next time he’s walking into a convenience store, he’s burning every condom box he sees on sight. “Not too big for you now, am I?”
You stubbornly have to admit, “W-well, no…”
“Mhm, and you’re taking me like a good girl? Even though your Toji grew eeeeven bigger without a condom?” Pumping into you meanly, he was almost fucking you like he hated you. Like he hated how much he couldn’t live without your soppin’ wet cunt.
“I am—” Though your veins bubble and boil with the embarrassment of having to admit it, “Love taking you-”
“Yeah- yeah, taking me so well.” He rasps, tugging you back by the headlock until his happy trail was all but glued to the arch of your back. Roverin’ cockhead moving against the insides of your cunt, “Taking me so well and I can, mmm, tell you like me being so big.” Spitting between clenches canines, the more pussydrunk he grew - the more he babbled. ‘Can tell you like it without a condom- like taking me all raaaw and feelin’ your natural cunt. Can tell that this pussy can’t wait until I finally cum inside her.“
“Fuck, Toji—!” You’re squealing out once his free hand moves just a little to jerk on your clit. Finally bottoming out and hitting his heavy balls against your cunt with a ringing thwack!
“And you’re gonna take me like this all the time, aren’t ya?”
“Yes.”
.
.
.
The next time that Toji Fushiguro was at the convenience store, it’s with a list.
At your insistence once more, of course- though he didn’t argue against it this time either, a few hot loads of cum poured inside you and one bed frame broken meant that he was way past forgetting anything now.
Though, one sweeping look down at what you’d written showed him that you didn’t write condoms…
Fuck, he’s never been more excited to go back home and fuck you until his cock was all raw and red again-
“Next customer, please.”
The line moves forwards, and Toji finds himself casually placing the items in his basket down on the counter. He tries not to look like he’s been thinking lecherous thoughts about you since the moment he walked past that hygiene aisle, and he thinks he does well flying under the radar.
That is, until-
“Oh, sonny, it’s you!” A slightly weathered voice before him speaks, and Toji’s looking up to meet gazes with the kindly older woman who manned the register. She owned the store and had always been especially nice to the two of you—young love, she’d sigh.
And she looked moments away from sighing it right now- “How’s that lovely gal of yours? You know, I’ve actually been meaning to catch you-” She digs for something under the desk, “The last time you were here, it seems I hadn’t rung up this little product and you’d left it behind…”
Toji looks down to find…the condoms.
The very condoms he’d thought he’d forgotten last time.
She continues, “Seems it’d slipped through the cracks. This one’s on the hou-”
“You know what, Mrs. Tanaka.” Toji shakes his head, “Actually…we have no need for that today.”
“Oh?”
“Or ever- from here onwards.”
“Oh.”
Toji smirks, “I should thank you, really.”
“Oh heavens-”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Family man…
You hear the door slam shut.
Hard enough to make the floorboards beneath you tremble, sudden enough to make you furrow your brows—who the hell could that be?
It certainly couldn’t have been your lovely husband, right? Nanami Kento was never the type of man to slam doors, to drop briefcases, to fling his tie - not even when he’d been pushed to his very limits at work that day. Always making his entrance into your newlywed home with simply the soft click! of the front door opening, and a gentle call of your name. “My darling, I’m home.”
You’re listening for that familiar sentence right now and…nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
You’re wiping your hands on that new apron he’d bought you just yesterday, and glancing up at the clock on the wall above. It read the time that Nanami would usually be back at home- that paired with the fact that no one else had a key to the home meant that, realistically, this shouldn’t be anyone but your husband…
Footsteps.
Sharp and striding.
You turn with a smile on your lips, “Welcome home, Kento~! Tough day at w—”
Only for the words to die on your lips.
Because the Nanami Kento standing at your doorway wasn’t how you knew your husband- fuck, you almost had a feeling that this wasn’t your husband at all.
Nanami had his broad build blocking the light, his head lowered, his chest heaving, his tie askew, and his forehead perspired- gulping as if he’d just run a hundred thousand marathons to get to you. Unbeknownst to yourself, you whisper his name and it’s only then that he raises his eyes to look at you—oh.
Nanami jolts with something primal.
In split-seconds, you’re being shoved against the marble countertops- his toned back against your front, his throbbing erection against your behind. Nanami snakes a hand underneath your right thigh and streeeetches it up onto the counter, resting on top of the frigid surface.
You whimper at the stretch- “K-Kento—mmpf.”
Only for your sweet husband to crane his neck down and spit straight between your lips, shutting you right up. He watches with half-lidded eyes as your expression morphs into one of surprise, and then proceeds to hook a thumb to pry aside your panties- and do the very same there.
“Oh, please-” You’re gasping at the glittery wad that sticks to your pussylips, “Kento, what has gotten into you?”
“Long day.”
It’s the only thing he’s replying with. The first thing he’s said to you since he’s walked through those doors- before swirlin’ the fat edge of his fingertip against the slit of your pussy. He delves just a bit deeper to push against your puckered hole, getting a good feel for how wet you were.
And just the sheer amount of juices soaking his skin is enough to make Nanami moan-
“S’been a long day.” Breathily against the back of your neck - and maybe you hadn’t heard it in his short answer earlier, but there was something in Nanami’s tone that made each hair on your body stand up.
Rasping. Rumbling with something dangerous, something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.
It’s like the more he’s feeling you, the more pussydrunk he’s becoming.
He’s then merely pursing his plump lips and spitting a jetstream of saliva straight down on your pussy—all the way from above. It splatters above your outer folds and leaves you shivering. Nanami Kento never fucked you like he disrespected you.
But you can’t think about it any longer before he’s inching his toned hips closer and rutting- you gasp at the feeling of something loooong and hard kissin’ your sultry orifice. You hadn’t even heard him unbuckle his pants.
And yet his rock-hard tip was teasin’ at your entrance, the sheer girth of his shaft sending white-hot sparks shooting through you. He groans. He was sinking into your cunt with the loudest slurps you’ve ever heard, feeling so needy and feverishly hot between your legs-
“W-wait.” Your eyes shoot open once you realize that you could feel the extremely flared ridge of his cockhead. Perhaps a bit more than usual - and though you absolutely loved the feeling of his pulsating tip easing in, that rational part of you can’t help but babble. “Kento, do you have a condom-”
“It’s been such a long fucking day.” He growls, and you shiver.
You’re taking that to mean that he didn’t.
With your hands clasped onto the edge of your kitchen countertops for dear life, you’re thrashing your hips back against his own. Despite being married for a few weeks - and together for four entire years before that - the two of you hadn’t ever done this without protection. You’d always assumed that Nanami was too busy focusing on his career in the first place. “B-but, Kento, I forgot to take the pill today as well-”
“My love-” Seething. Snarling against the sensitive shell of your ear, it’s just so animalistic how Nanami bites down on your ear lobe as he speaks. Pushing against you from behind, “-it’s been a long. Fucking. Day.”
He slips an inch deeper and throbs inside.
And you can’t help but let your thighs fall further open with a moan, perfect for your husband to flatten his palm on your leg and keep you spread wide open.
And no matter how much you squirm, no matter how much you buck, no matter how much you try to move- Nanami keeps you pinned down mercilessly. Despite the fact that your husband was always the type to place you before himself, always the type to take it sloooow and easy until your pretty walls had gotten used to his size.
Your heart races at the fact that he wasn’t letting you do as you pleased anymore - right now he was listening to your cunt and his cock. Only.
Rawly pumping his inches into you until you saw stars- stretchin’ out your walls. Just so biiiig and covered in so many veins that lined down his shaft, filling up your every delicate orifice. The sensations were just so much more heightened than any time before this, without the barrier of a rubber between your walls and his textured cock.
Even the slightest slips n’ slides down your channel left your mouth watering, “Fuh-fuuuuck, Kento. It just feels too good-”
“Long fucking day- hck!” Just the mere timbre of his baritone is enough to make your velvety walls clench- and it’s enough to make Nanami damn near break. Breath hitching. Nails clawing. His bulbous red tip swellin’ just a bit bigger inside of you before he thrusts.
Nanami crushes you to his muscular front while he’s fucking you onto your countertops, “S’been a loooong fucking-” Hitting a particular spot inside you that makes your entire body twitch, “-day.”
“Oh fuuuuck-” You squeal once he moves his hand from your thigh to your neck.
He leans in close to gruff against your ear, “And seeing you this morning, the only thing I could think about all day was you- like this.” His cock was slippin’ around your hidden nooks and crannies at a quick pace, the circular end of his divot placing beads of sap into every single spot. It takes you a few more vulgar thrusts to register that this was the first time that Nanami had spoken something other than his shattered mantra. “Havin’ your pussy clench ‘round me like this, darling- havin’ you drench my cock with your sweet juices- havin’ you take everything you’re given like my goood little wife-”
“N-nghhh—” He was just talking so dirty- all those soft whispers and reassurances from times prior turned into…this. And it was only making you even wetter. “Shit-”
“-raw.” Nanami finally finishes his sentence.
Raw.
He’d been dreaming about fucking you raw all day—
And the only thing you can do is sob out at the extremely thorough plunges of his shaft, extremely accurate with the probes at your sweetest spots. He was roughing you up from the inside and out. Thud-thud-thudding away on the spongy back of your cervix with such ease, “And what- what even brought this on, Kento? I don’t think you’ve ever been so- so needy about wanting to fuck without a condom before?”
To that, Nanami doesn’t answer immediately.
You’re not quite sure whether it’s because he was just so pussydrunk that he couldn’t put it into words, or because he was too busy gliding his free hand down your front.
Squeezing your tits, sliding down the middle to press on where he was pistoning into you, mussing up your new apron- oh.
Your head snaps down in an instant, to where Nanami was twiddling with the soft pink fabric. The prettiest flowers around it. Cursive writing in the middle.
One that read—World’s #1 Mama.
Oh.
Oh.
You’d happened to try this apron on for the first time this morning, asking your sweet husband how you thought it looked right before he left for work. And this…so this was what…
Your jaw drops, and Nanami snickers breathily against your eardrums. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him sound so ruined.
So utterly crazed.
“Baby fever.”
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“Oh- baby formula, baby powder, pampers?” The sweet elderly lady that rang up your items gave you a glowing look. It was a late night in the convenience store, and you were eager to get back to Nanami at home. “Will I be expecting to see baby Nanami Kento soon, my dear?”
You shift on your feet. “Well…maybe in the future-” Raising the final item that had to be added to your bags—a pregnancy test. “-but for now I just have to make sure.”
Her painted lips part, “So then the- the baby items?”
“Oh well, my husband will be making sure we need them anyways.”
“Oh my…”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Heir.
“You.”
A shiver runs down your spine.
Shock.
Fear.
Excitement.
You knew that if you looked up right now, you would see only one thing - the pale, poised fingertip of Geto Suguru. Honed down on you like a bolt of lightning.
Striking you. Only you amongst the row of other women that seemed to stretch endlessly along the temple hallway.
Geto’s jet-black hair was so long that it almost reached the floor, swishing softly along the engraved marble as he turns to one of the elders beside him. “I have chosen. It shall be her.” And it’s the only thing he has to utter for the procession behind him to be thrown into a frenzy. He walked like a king, his court of association members following.
A final lingering look at you and Geto idly walks past.
With the white-robed men and women around you the complete opposite - they were breathless, twitching with nervousness as they grabbed you from either side. Helping you to stand from where you’d been kneeled for the past hour, “Get her ready for our leader- now.”
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Geto Suguru had a little problem, you see.
It’d been raised as an issue before during those long, tiresome meetings with the Time Vessel Association members: the lack of an…heir to the association, so to say.
After all, Geto Suguru may have once been one amongst the strongest, but that wasn’t to say that he was mortal. So just in case, the council of elders had decided that it would be wise to perhaps look towards yet another generation of their superior ideologies and plans.
And so came the Choosing Ceremony.
The most eligible daughters in all the land and even some others, threatened invited to join hands with the Time Vessel Association as a bride to its leader.
And of all the hundreds of thousands that had sat before him, he only had eyes for one—
“Are you okay, Geto-san?” You’re fluttering your eyes up at him, almost shy to make eye contact with the man that’d become your husband less than an hour ago.
It was a rushed ceremony. Rushed bows. Rushed solemn vows. A rush to get to the bedroom and splay you out flat on his luxurious futon- Geto Suguru currently had his aching, throbbing cock buried in you to the hilt and looked as if he was about to explode from the sensation.
Raw, because he didn’t need a condom if his entire goal was to get you pregnant.
Legs locked in a mating press. Pillow underneath your hips.
It was an honor, or so they said.
“Y-yes…” He breathes out, and it almost sounds like a hiss. You can feel the way his tip swells against the sides of your cunt walls, almost as if he was growing even thicker inside of you.
Geto’s driving you uuuuup the futon then with his strong hips, just the smallest of ruts that make your toes curl. “Yes- yes, I am.” His voice sounding just a bit stronger now, trying to regain control of that wobbly baritone. “Yes, fuck, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because-” You’re hiccuping, feeling him bashin’ in his tip at your very throat. “-because I can feel you cumming-”
“Oh.” Geto himself is whipping his head down to look between your dewy legs, lips parting as he watches a creamy wad of cum slip out from between your folds.
Immediately, he’s reaching a thumb down and swipin’ that excess cum back inside you. Heavy balls thwacking! the front of your cunt as he streams out loooooong stripes of gooey sap- “Oh, fuck.” He whispers, a furrow forming between his dark brows. “Oh fuck, oh fuck-”
“Y-you’re cumming already—ngh.” And the worst (best, more like) part was that you could feel each sensation of his orgasm splashing inside of you. Again and again.
Wave after wave.
Geto Suguru’s entire body was twitching delicately after each pump of his cum, each long ribbony spurt that was fucked inside of you. Until the salty mess was one that you could almost feel at your very throat- and you can’t help but wrap your arms around the leader’s neck. Letting his inky black strands cover your surroundings like a curtain as he leans in, “Have you never done this before, Geto-san-”
“Suguru.” He corrects, voice tight. “And no.”
“No to having sex, or no to having sex without a condom-”
“Both.”
And he was just fucking you like an animal.
Like he’d been deprived of this his entire life- and now that he managed to catch the feeling of your sopping wet walls clenching ‘round his cock, he was fucking addicted. He was pistons his velvety inches inside and grazing just the stray vein against your sweetest spots, body hunching into yours the longer he kept on pummeling-
“I’m doing just fine.” He rasps, bleary eyes staring into yours. “I’m alright- fuck, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t…I don’t-” Hiccuping on your own whines and oodles of saliva clogging up your throat.
“Because I’m perfectly alright, gorgeous.” Geto’s scorching hot breath burns your face, “Perfectly- if you think that those cute clenches of your pussy have me stupid, then you’re wrong.”
Your jaw drops, “I didn’t-”
But he’s not listening to a single word - you don’t know if he even had the ability to. The sense. If he could even make himself manually breathe at an even rate when he bulges his rovering cocktip into your insides. “If you think that I s-stutter because of the way you clench, then you’re wrong.” Raw and wet—Geto sweats at the feeling of your walls closing in on him. “If you think I could fuck this pretty pussy for aaaages just like this then you’re- fucking- wrong-”
Swabbin’ his rotund shaft so deeply that you swear it was about to start bruising your cunt walls. You moan-
Immediately, a hand claps over your agape mouth- not because Geto didn’t want to hear your sinful noises, but because he damn well knew he couldn’t handle it if he had to.
He’d already cum early from his rock-hard erection, and was still so sensitive gliding down your soft walls - raw. He’s panting heavily in an attempt to control himself, “Who do you think you are- making me feel like this. And it let off such noises that he never even thought were possible, you were so wet that his ears were ringing with the sound. The way his globular tip was pryin’ aside your cunt, your every delicate spot.
And you don’t even know what to say at this point, just gasping wetly after each thorough strike. “Please- mercy-”
“Mercy?” He seethes, octaves higher. Gaze widened. “Mercy- who do you think I am? On our wedding night- you- you thought I’d be affected by going in raw-”
“Oh f-fuuuuck-”
“Because I’m…” And Geto seems to trail off at once you lock your ankles around his body and pull him closer, nudgin’ those excess wads of cum towards your womb. He watches the ring of white forming around his cock hilt and lets his mouth water, babbling. “-fuck, gorgeous, I think you’ve b-broken me.”
His voice cracks upon the very words.
His amethyst eyes glaze with tears.
You couldn’t believe that Geto Suguru - the Geto Suguru, the man had jujutsu society on edge at all times, the very man that would quite gladly allow an entire system and its cities implode, the very ruthless leader of this cult - was ruined just on the feeling of your raw cunt.
You clench his veiny shaft once more and watch him try to bite back a whimper, “Do that again and you’re never leaving this room until you get pregnant, not even if you b-”
“But what if I want that?” Fluttering your lashes once more, you knew he liked it by the way his creamy tip just seemed to throb itself even larger.
“Then fuck…” Geto breathes, something crazed in his eyes.
Without warning, he’s placing both of his hands underneath your thighs and hoisting them further up his broad shoulders. Not resting until your ankles were properly locked around his neck with no signs of letting up any time soon. Not resting until he bends you down, down, down even further than you had already been folded in this mating press. Knees hitting your tits. His pulsing cockhead hitting your cervix.
Not letting you rest until he drags you down to him by the legs, letting go of you for a mere moment to clap-clap his hands. Loud and clear.
You could tell by the anticipating silence that rings after that that there was no normal applause.
In no time, the grand bedroom door slides open just a bit- and one of the association attendants bows. Head lowered. You gape-
“Let the wedding party know that an heir shall be conceived before midnight.” Geto turns to you with a sleazy grin, “And let them know to not interrupt us or knock on this door for the next five days.”
“As you wish, master.”
Just as the door quietly slides shut once more, and he starts moving ruthlessly again-
You mouth silently—five days.
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It’s exactly two months later that you’re dragging out a particularly handsome cult leader to the nearest convenience store for a pregnancy test (the poor lady at the register had nearly fainted seeing all the bite marks down your neck).
It’s exactly nine months later that the heir to the Geto name is born.
♡ CHOSO KAMO - LIKE A VIRGIN!
“W-wait fuck-” Choso’s raspy whisper echoes against your ear, hot mouth detaching from the side of your neck to speak. “Wait, baby, something happened…”
“What, Cho?” You’re peering behind at your boyfriend.
Tonight was finally the night—you and Choso were about to fuck.
It’d been quite some time since the two of you had started dating, and during the beginning Choso had admitted to you that he wasn’t experienced - at all, really. Which you were completely understanding of, taking your time with the pretty boy.
And tonight had been one of your usual date nights: flowers brought straight to your doorstep like in some cheesy movie, a romantic dinner at a restaurant of your choice, a long drive with the windows down. Perfectly perfect as usual, until Choso had made one particular confession on the ride back to your apartment.
“Baby, I really want t-to do…it.”
After that you’d rerouted to the nearest convenience store and bought a pack of the largest rubbers on sale, one that the cashier had raised her eyebrows impressively at.
XXL
And the night ended up with you laying down on your side of the bed, your legs splayed open and dripping onto the expensive silken sheets. Choso was spooning you from behind, gnawin’ down cutely on his lower lip as he tried to make the condom fit.
Tried to.
“I’m sorry but- but it just keeps breaking, baby.” His voice makes you look down at where Choso was focused between his meaty thighs. One hand gripping the fat base of his cock, and the other attempting to tug down on the rubber channel of the condom- “Is it supposed to be this tight of a fit?”
“Well, it’s supposed to fit…” You reply slightly breathlessly, checking the golden box once more and- yeah, that was definitely XXL. “Here- let me try, Cho.”
He lets you shift and attempt to smooth down the rubber, only for it to shatter into a zillion pieces at the sheer throbbing size of him. You have no choice but to throw away the wasted condom onto a little pile that had started forming at the foot of the bed.
Choso looks at you worriedly, “Am I doing something wrong, baby? Did I somehow pick up the wrong thing?”
“No, you picked up condoms alright- big ones.” You gulp, now unable to take your eyes off of his swollen cock. It really was true what they say about the quiet ones - he was big. Just about ten or eleven inches if your mental counting was correct, covered in so many decorative veins.
You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you.
But for that you first had to explain- “It’s just…you’re even bigger than that, baby. And I don’t even know if they make that size.”
“E-even bigger?” Choso’s voice pitches up highly, “But I thought I picked up XXL-”
“Yes. Yes, you did.”
“And you’re saying that m’even bigger?” He pumps his cock once, heavy balls twitching with need. Your boyfriend might not even have realized it, but all this time he’d been rutting against you like a damn dog in heat. Just slide-slide-sliiiiding the thickened edge of his tip down your slit, “B-but I always thought that I was just above average, baby?”
You shake your head fervently.
“But then-” He looks in panic at the graveyard of ripped condoms, tearing up. “-what will I do? Will I never get to-”
But Choso Kamo doesn’t get to finish his sentence.
He’s cutting himself off with the cutest little- “F-fuck.” Because you’re impatiently veering your hips behind, until the globes of your ass cheeks meet his slightly scruffy happy trail.
Until his pretty ruby-red tip sinks inside your hole with a sluuuurp! and you’re feeling the curve of his shaft start to bend inside your entrance. He feels his first inch slips inside and Choso’s immediately gripping into the sides of your hips until he leaves claw marks, immediately stuttering out a hitched breath and rutting, immediately cumming—
Long and hard.
And hot.
It swashes inside you like a flood. So much of his ivory sap that you almost start to wonder how he was holding it all back.
Your eyes pop open, “Ch-Choso, did you just-”
“Yes.” He’s hissing out in a broken tone into the crook of your neck, pushing his face there as if he wanted to hide away. Though you could still feel the clammy blush coating his features, “Y-yes, I—oh.”
Making even more noises as he pumps his inches inside, they kiss you in such a sultry way. Pokin’ his rounded cocktip against your smallest orifices, “Just from feeling m-”
“Just from feeling you.” He sounds more like a broken record player than your actual boyfriend, with his whimpering tone echoing out with every clench of your sopping wet walls. Every curve and ridge of his shaft molding against your insides, messing them all up, and Choso just shivers with every squeeze and rut-
Dribblin’ out his gluey wads of cum into the very base of your pussy, “Just from feeling you without any- ngh.” One more clench and Choso’s voice wavers as if he was on the verge of crying, “Is- is it legal for a pussy to feel this good?”
“Legal- oh-” But not even you could keep your words or thoughts coherently together.
His thrusts were just so vicious, and he managed to stretch you out like nothing before. Emptying out his heavy balls and the amount of inches that you could take him, he drives in until he feels the slight resistance of your elastic entrance and pulls back to shove back in- “This can’t be normal, right? The way you’re s-sucking in my cock juuuust like that-” Already striking the very bottom of your cunt, “The way you ngh- drench me in so much sweetness that it’s like a damn waterpark down there.”
“F-fuck, Choso—” You cry out, the backs of your ass stinging with the slamming contact with his hips. Choso was bucking into you like a madman - sharp, sloppy, well-timed hits with plummy tip.
He swipes at what feels like the very forefront of your lungs and makes you gasp, “No no no, I’m fucking you, baby. Don’t forget that.” He mewls out, pretty pinkish lips jutting out in a pout, “I’m f-fucking you and it feels s-soooo good- fuck! Why does it feel so good?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know-”
“But it’s your pussy—” He’s moaning out, biceps bulging against your body and he pulls you in close. “It’s your pussy and you d-don’t even know why it feel so good- I’m fucking ngh- losing my mind. How have I been living this long without it?” Voice breathy, eyes wide. “How- how-”
“Choso, you’re fucking- ngh-”
“You?”
“Insane.” With just a few more vicious strokes, you’re thrown into your high with absolutely no warning. Simply the sloppiest thud-thud-thud of his reddened cockhead against your sweet spot - and they weren’t even purposeful. Moving on pure carnal instinct.
Barely even realizing the way he was wrecking your cunt.
Pushing in and in and in—he manages to fuck you through each startling wave of your high. White-hot pleasure flowing through your veins, your entire body shivering with the forceful impact. “I’m c-cumming-”
But he could already tell from the way you clench- “I know, baby, and it’s gonna make me…”
Soon enough, you feel the splotchy splashes of even more of his syrup pouring out. It cascades down your tight channel and ends up gluing to your womb, “Shit.” Your eyes widen in surprise, “Again?”
“Again.” Choso affirms, barely even audible over the plap-plap! of his hips drilling into yours. He fucks you through each peak of your orgasm, greedy for the adorable way you’d clench around him- and then does the very same when it comes to his own.
A thumb gliding down your slick slit to push in each glittery wad, “And-” He’s breathing against the side of your throat, “And I have the feeling that if you clench like that- ngh, I’ll be c-cumming again very, very soon.”
“Oh.”
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The convenience store opened at 8AM.
You and Choso are stepping inside at exactly 8:01AM - perhaps not even that. And it’s with a slightly sheepish smile that you nod at the elderly cashier, whose plucked brows raise at the sight of the two of you again. You have the feeling that she still remembered you from last night.
For a few minutes, you walk through the aisles hand-in-hand. Pretending to browse through the selection of potato chips, and picking up a few snacks along the way (you’d intended for it to be a front, but Choso had whispered in your ear about needing enough sustenance to last the night).
And then finally - finally - the two of you enter that dreaded aisle.
The hygiene aisle.
The condom section.
You’re in and out of it so fast that you’re sure the security cameras don’t catch you, slamming that little box down on the counter (along with the rest of your snacks) and looking anywhere but at the woman.
Expectedly, she picks it up first.
Seeks it out, more like- and she adjusts her glasses—only to drop the condom box in pure shock and stare at the two of you with her mouth open. You wince. Choso blushes.
XXXXL.
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - W.R.A.P.P.E.D.
“Protection?”
You nod, heart racing as you still refuse to believe just what sort of conversation you were having with Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses. The most feared man in the land.
Also your soon-to-be husband.
The wedding was fast approaching, and it was to be quite the lavish affair - Sukuna certainly wasn’t sparing any expenses. It barely even put a dent in his pocket to have delicacies from all over the world transported to your estate, to buy you every intricate gift you so much as glanced at, to pay the best musicians in the nation, to invite guests from every clan. He’d taken over the primary role in planning the wedding to your tastes, not wishing to stress you more than you already were about taking on the mantle of household Madam.
Although, of course, there was the wedding night.
That was entirely up to you to plan.
And so you were- Sukuna raises one pink brow, “Ya ask me what protection I will wear before we consumm-”
“Shhh!” You’re looking around in alarm, “Someone might overhear-”
“Yer the one that asked me what I shall be wearing when I fuck you senseless, woman.” He doesn’t care for all the world. One edge of his lip curling up in amusement as he watches you fret, “And don’t you worry your pretty head about it.”
“What?” Staring up at him confusion, “But I need to inform the attend-”
“Don’t. You. Worry.”
You shudder to wonder what exactly that meant.
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.
And you’re finding out the answer precisely on your wedding night- when Sukuna had your back against his front, and his dual cocks stuffed deeeeeep inside your pussy.
A full nelson.
Both globular tips swirlin’ around your orifice, making you drool stupidly at the sheer stretch of him from the inside. Every nook and cranny. Every little bundle of nerves. He managed to plunge his rotund end up to your womb and then aaaaaall the way back down to stretch your poor hole, making you scream at the streeeetch-
“And why exactly do ya think I didn’t want those- tch, condoms, hmmm?” Sukuna’s low croon sounds out from behind you, scalding breath tickling the back of your neck.
Every time he’s bucking up into you, your entire body feels as though you’re being tossed- a few centimeters straightly into the air at the sheer force. Ripplin’ and flexin’ away against your skin, it made the sensations of him pumping inside you even more incredible. “I-I don’t-”
“Don’t know? Stupid already, are ya?” He snickers out from behind, just so mean that you feel your hips aching to bounce-
Only for Sukuna to loop two of his strong arms underneath your legs and haaaaul them up as far as they would go. Up and up and up. This sudden shift in angle only makes his dual tips scour even deeper, their rotund edges marking out every good spot inside you. “Awww, my poor wife- so stupid that she’s trying to run- heh.” Sukuna’s dark tone rumbles from even closer, and you can feel his honed canines start to nip at your throat. Dangerous. “Funny that you think you can run away from me.”
“P-please—” Whining between the sudden gasps at him swatting your deepest depths, you can only thrash uselessly in his large arms. Just so beefy. “Kuna, it just feels too good-”
“So ya can speak in proper sentences still.” He almost sounds as if he was disappointed in the fact—only a sign to fuck you even harder. “Then tell me, brat- why do ya think m’not wearing those damn protections? Why do you think m’fucking this pretty pussy raw—?”
“Is it…” You turn your bleary gaze downwards, tears overspilling at a rapid rate. “Is it because you’re so- fuck, that feels so good.” Because just in that moment he’s travelling a third hand down to pinch your pulsing clit.
“Wrong answer.”
That sudden squeeze turns into a pinch.
Your jaw drops—wait. You hadn’t even been answering his question- and yet Sukuna was chuckling darkly to himself as if you had. As if his poor, cockdrunken wife was babbling nonsense and he had to simply fuck you through it.
With every drag of his veiny cocks, he’s making your body twitch in such pleasure. His size was incredible. His size was making you drivel out a waterfall of saliva- the thickest plump tips that shoved aside your pussylips to maze in and out, in and out, in and out.
Crying out because you’d never felt anything like this before- “I meant because you’re too- hngh, fuck.”
“Wrong answer again.”
Yet another piiiiinch that leaves your body shaking, throat wrecking with tears. He was fucking you hard and fast, in dizzying thrusts- each of his length slipping n’ sliding across each other and along your walls.
You’re noticing that Sukuna’s upper shaft was slightly longer than his lower stacked shaft - and that particular positioning left your g-spot assaulted in two consecutive ba-dumps! that left you maddened. Zaps of pleasure running up your spine, “It’s not the wrong answer, Kuna, it’s just-”
“That’s not the right answer either.” His rugged fingertips were just ruthless on your clit, pinching and this time—draaaaagging out until you see stars. “Hmmm m’not hearing anything~”
“S’because—” You hiccup, “-too big!”
“What was that?”
“Y-you’re just too big, Kuna-” Gasping out the answer—finally. It’s what you’d been wanting to say for so long, since the very moment he’d untied his robe and you’d been met face-to-lengths with each massive erection of his. “You can’t wear the- ngh, protections because you’re too big-”
“Hmmm…” He puffs out in sultry amusement behind you.
It clouds against the back of your neck- and to your relief, you find that his mean digits aren’t pinching your clit once more. Instead, he’s only pushing aside your legs to shovel even harder.
Harder and harder.
The raw feeling of his vein-covered cock- he managed to push apart your velvety walls with each girth of his. It was just your favorite pattern - that lightning bolted pattern - molding against your snug channel. “I-I’m correct, aren’t I?” You’re throwing your head back to ask him, “You can’t because- ngh, because you’re so big? Both of you? Because it’ll never fit?”
“Mhmm—” Sukuna’s chest heaves with a guttural groan, and he’s rutting up a few more jerky thrusts. Hard and thorough. Almost aggressive. “Nope.”
Your heart drops, “Wh-what?”
And before he answers, he manhandles you into an even tighter full nelson. Resting both swirlin’ tips aaaaall the way into the back of your spongy cervix, letting them push there in two double smooches. “Wrong answer.”
Then he plants just the meanest, the sharpest spank on your pussy.
Right on top of your puckered folds, and the electric pleasure wracks through your every vein. “My wife- so cute when you’re heh- fucked dumb on my cock.” He’s groaning out, watching each thickened erection pushes in between those swollen lips. “I mean- yeah, those things won’t fuckin’ it anyway. But don’tcha know the real reason that I don’t wear those fuckin’ rubbers?”
“Wh-why?”
“Why?” Deep inside, he pours out in clingy wads of pre. His crimson eyes narrowing, “Because who else is gonna fuck you pregnant, woman?”
He was fucking an heir into you.
He was trying to breed you-
What use was any silly contraception if his goal was to fill you up till you overspilled in the first place? Your body jolts- because if you thought that Sukuna was fucking you like a madman earlier, then you were sorely mistaken. Because right now he was usin’ your body like a damn ragdoll, both of his thickened tips swabbing away into each spot.
And you’re stuck in a dilemma that bounces your hips as if you’re trying to run away, almost as if you’re trying to fuck back down for more, more, more—
“And you better get ready-” Fourth hand pressing down on the two cylindrical outlines bulging atop your stomach, he chuckles. “-because the babies in my family are reeeeeal big.”
“H-have mercy?”
“Hah.”
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The lady apothecary, Mrs. Tanaka, is summoned to the estate at once the very next day. It is said that she is given the largest sum for service in the entire land, personally gifted by the infamous King of Curses for a task which she was not to utter to a single soul.
Making one that actually fits.
♡ INO TAKUMA - Again and again
“I just want you so baaaaad, pretty…” Ino was practically slurring against the front of your pussylips, your swollen folds splatterin’ out such a pretty gloss of slick across his mouth.
They were all swollen and pink with desire, the friction causing the skin ‘round his mouth to sting just a little- but that didn’t mean that Ino Takuma was stopping. That didn’t mean that he was going to unlatch himself from your dewy cunt.
Curly edge of his tastebuds slippin’ between your pussylips and juuuust pushing in to stretch out your hole. His tongue was just the perfect girth - thick enough that it leaves you reeling, slender n’ flexible enough that he can easily glide in and out.
Slurpin’ up the white wads of cum that he’d left over from rounds before, those droplets enter onto his tongue and end up at his throat. The ridges of his tastebuds leave you so damn sensitive, ticklin’ your every favorite spot - he’d mapped them out by now.
He’d been flapping his mouth away stupidly between your legs for what felt like hoooours now. Drunk on your pussy. Drunk on you. “Mmmm, p-please, sweetness—fuck, you’re so sweet.” He’s whimpering as you squeeze your thighs around his sweaty brown locks, “Fuck, I just wanna fuck your cunt again. Can I, pretty? Can I, please?”
“Again, Taku?” You’re asking in surprise, blinking away the tears in your eyes. “But we’ve been at it for some time now, are you sure you can-”
“Yes.” He’s never answered anything faster in his life.
And in but a mere few minutes, Ino’s straightening his toned body up and hovering above you. And with but a mere few strokes- he has his plump, pinkish tip stuffed inside.
“N-ngh—” Ino’s entire body shakes with filthy shivers, and the cutest whimper leaves him the moment he’s feeling your raw cunt. He doesn’t think he’ll ever manage to get used to such a heavenly feeling, it’s as if you’re enveloping him so hot and soft- “Yeahhh, th-that’s what I’m talking about-”
“All talk but are you sure you can handle it?” You smile up at your ruined boyfriend in amusement.
His tawny brows furrow, “Of course I can- why do you think I—fucking hell.” Because just then you’re clenching your sopping lips around him and the sorcerer’s voice breaks.
Shatters.
Just like his sanity, which makes him plunge into your gooey depths as if he was out of control. Just a singular, choppy strike that presses on the area of your g-spot like a button. You could feel the curvature of his cockhead right at your very throat, scouring in deeeeep. “What are you saying, Taku?”
And it takes him a few more hammers before he can actually pull himself together, before he can actually perhaps try to string together a few words. But could you blame him? The raw feeling of your pussy was just too fucking good…“Oh, I was just saying—hck!” All for that progress of regaining his mind to be thrown out at the very next tight clench of your cunt, “Oh fuck, now that’s just unfair, sweetness…”
“What’s unfair?” Fluttering your lashes innocently up at him.
He furrows his brow, blushing just a little- you didn’t realize that your mere expressions had such an impact on him like this. “That thing you do-”
You clench again and his breath hitches, “What thing?”
“Th-that thing—” Voice reaching an almost pleading degree, hips reaching such a feverpoint. He sounded as if he was all but breaking. On the verge of it.
“What-”
“That.” Ino’s teeth grit, and he’s almost growling out the word through them. Hips snapping to yours—
The next time you’re clenching ‘round his rovering shaft, it’s because of the sheer force with which he was slamming into your cervix. Rotund surface of his tip opening up your womb, his twitchy balls hitting the front of your cunt- “That thing- that.” Even though you hadn’t even been trying to tease him this time, your boyfriend’s punishing your pussy with a few more vicious slams. Even more so. “Th-that thing you do with your- ngh, cunt should just be illegal-”
“But why does it-”
“Because it can fucking break a man, that’s why.”
“Oh…” Your mouth can only drop hopelessly agape as he keeps pumping his cock into you like a madman now, the constant thrashings of his inches making you dizzy. Stupid. And he was just as sensitive to you.
Solid and heavy. Spreadin’ your walls apart and scouring every ounce of space inside you, before you know it he has one thumb plastered onto your folds. He pries them apart and uses the pressure to push his shaft even deeper inside, “I-I love you, sweetness.” It’s only after saying such sweet words does Ino purse his lips and spit straight down on your cunt. “I love you, but y-you have to stop squeezing me with your pussy like that. Once more and m’gonna fucking cum-”
“But m’not even trying to-” You gasp.
“Not even trying to ruin me?” Breathy and broken as if he couldn’t even believe what you were saying right now, “You’re ruining me with this pussy and not even trying to?”
You’re looking up into his big, teary eyes and shaking your head slowly. “N-not quite, Taku-”
He whines, “Then I better teach slutty pussy a lesson.”
But you’re realizing wondering which one of you was being taught—and what exactly. In just a few sloppy strokes, Ino’s emptying his swollen balls out into your tight channel. It fills up so easily with the ivory wads of seed that take over every inch, splashin’ hot and wet inside of you and out. Ropey stripes of cum that glaze your walls in a second skin.
His bulging tip pushes in each wad, fucking them all the way to the back of your womb.
So much of it.
Again and again, you think you might feel the waves of your high as well.
Ino’s toned v-line slips against the puddle of slick that you were drooling out, glued by the sheen of white that coats both your bodies. And his nose crinkles in embarrassment at the fact. In shyness. “That…that wasn’t the lesson.”
You giggle, “I’m sure?”
And he pulls a few of his solid inches out with a soaked squeeelch! eyeing down the white glaze that coats his shaft. The way that it smeared down the outer area of your pussy- he remembers just how they felt on his raw lips.
Ino gulps, “Can we go again?”
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The elderly cashier gawks as Ino puts a box of condoms on top of her counter- which wouldn’t have been particularly notable had it not been for the fact that he places another one next to it.
And another one.
And another one.
And another one and another one-
“You…” She starts, eyes flickering between the boxes and the blushing young man. She peers over the counter and through the window, because outside the convenience store was you- “And this is all for…the two of you?”
“Yes.” Ino chokes out, still placing just about half the hygiene aisle in front of him. “I have a certain…problem, you see.”
“A problem?”
“I need to wear at least five or I can’t handle her.”
“Oh.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - INFINITY
“I don’t think that’ll work, Toru.”
“I think it will.”
“I don’t think it will-”
“I think it will.” He’s staring down at you with those pretty blue eyes of his, twinkling in the way they did whenever Gojo Satoru got up to no good. “But…there’s only one way to find out, right?”
And you supposed you couldn’t argue with that logic.
Less than an hour later you find yourself with your back plastered against Gojo’s bedsheets- your legs on his broad shoulder, your head throwing back into the pillows as he presses his plump cocktip between your pussylips.
Just slooooowly lining down the middle of that cute crevice that just kept on leakin’ your hot syrup, it coats his shaft slowly and Gojo groans. “I think- I think it’s working, sweetheart.”
“Satoru, I can feel your cock- ngh, raw.” And you didn’t want to admit to your cocky boyfriend that it might just be the best thing you’ve ever felt. Gojo’s cock was just as pretty as he was - a large roundish tip blushed all pink, smoothing between your sensitive folds. Uuuuup and down, up and down merely outlining your slit. “I don’t think it’s working-”
“Shhh shh—” He hushes out - ironic coming from him. “Things like this take time, my girl. They take time.”
“But just how long—?”
“Impatient girl.” Chuckling, just too cute how needy you were for his aching hot erection. He was rock-hard and fleetingly pressing against your entrance, “Just a little longer.” And you’d roll your eyes if you weren’t so caught up in your arousal - because this was the very same mantra that he’d been spouting since he’d first suggested this ‘experiment’. Teasing at your cunt. Rovering the first inch of his cock along your outer pussy- but not inside just yet. “Almost there—aaaaalmost there.”
Bucking.
And just then he’s attempting to rut between your legs- only to pull back with a teasing kiss at your hole. One that makes you moan above the lecherous slurps that sound, “I s-swear to god, Satoru. If you won’t just stop this madness and fuck me-”
“Done.”
And it’s just then that you’re feeling a sudden pressure between your legs- not one of an intrusion, but more like the atoms around that saturated air had suddenly charged up with electricity.
And The Strongest was sliding his thick, cursed energy-covered cock into your hole—grinning at the expression of awe that smears across your face. “Y-yeahhhhh, sweetheart, can you feel me?” Gojo hoarsely echoes at the back of his throat, breath hitching once he snaps his hips- “Can you feel the way your pussy’s stretchin’ all around me? Can you feel the way that pretty cunt of yours shivers because she’s so glad to see me?”
“I…” Just fucked speechless simply from the way that he was easing inside. Because Gojo always did have an incredible size to him - a swollen girth that molded your walls to him, so many numerous veins running down his side to massage your favorite spots. “Y-yes, Toru, I can—fuck.”
But you don’t think he’s even hearing a word you’re saying let alone registering them- in no time he’s plunging in a few more slick-soaked inches. He looks at you through his ethereal ivory bangs, eyes wide, grin crazed. “Can you feel the infinity around my cock?”
“Oh—!” With your back arching into a perfect curve, you grip onto the sheets covering the king-sized mattress- practically ripping them out of where they were tucked. “Yes- fuck yes, I can feel it.”
Because this was the entire experiment.
This was what Gojo had been bickering with you about, what Gojo had been dying to try out with you- whether he could fuck your pussy raw without actually fucking your pussy raw (not that he’d be opposed to it, but what use was being The Strongest if he couldn’t even experiment with his powers?)
He had cursed energy coating down the loooong inches of his shaft, each one roverin’ deep into your depths with his cockhead acting like the spotlight. Upturning your every bundle of nerves. Spearing aside either side of your gummy walls. Making your body crackle with the pleasure of having his jujutsu zap you from the inside.
It felt like his already-agonizing cock was covered in a vibration, bzzz-bzzz-bzzzzing away across your walls. Stimulating even your hidden sweet spots- “Good.” He grins.
“I c-can’t believe it’s actually working.” You’re panting, taking one of Gojo’s hands and guiding it down your front. “Can you feel it? Fuck, s’like you’re vibrating me from the inside-”
“Feel it?” He titters, blue eyes almost glowing in the dim lighting of the bedroom. “Oh, sweetheart, I can see it.”
And because of the extra padded layer on his erection, Gojo was even girthier inside of you. Even bigger. Even more ruinous. Whenever he was glidin’ past a sensitive spot, it was impossible not to push against it and make you see stars.
The edges of his eyes spark with slight blue bolts of lightning, narrowing his gaze down at your womb. You wonder whether Gojo even realized that he was using his Six Eyes on you like this- “Can see the way your pussy is just so greeeedy- take a moment to breathe gal, you’re sucking me in so needily.” Without warning he slaps! one set of his fingertips down on your throbbing clit- and you’re shocked to find that he’d even coated his digits in a thin layer of cursed energy to send pleasure up your spine. “Can see the way your cute lil’ g-spot waits for me to kiss ‘er- can see the way you- ngh, stretch out so wiiiiiiidely because of my infinity- yeah. You like that, my girl?”
“Yes- yes yes yes—” You’re throwing your arms around his neck, playing with the curly white hairs at Gojo’s nape. “Yes, Toru, it feels so good.”
“And my experiment was successful.” He hums smugly.
You roll your eyes- more like roll them to the back of your head, that is. “But how’s that gonna work when I want you to ngh- cum in me, Satoru?”
And that makes Gojo Satoru’s mouth drop a little. That makes him falter just a bit-
“Oh.”
For perhaps the first time in his life.
“Oh.” And then all you’re feeling is a sudden sharp strike straight to your g-spot—and then doooown to meet your spongy womb with his tip. It’s the first time that he’s bottoming out tonight: his pink hilt being swallowed up by your entrance, his slightly unruly happy trail scraping your clit and making you whine.
And that’s all that it takes for Gojo Satoru’s infinity to shatter.
And he’s then inside you completely exposed and raw.
Exposed and raw.
Raw.
Powerful body hunching, sweaty forehead pushing into your neck, his mouth parting open with a little whimper—“Oh, f-fuck.” Gojo’s managing out, before he’s then rutting his hips into you like a madman. Probin’ his ruddied cockhead into the cutest spots inside you, he’s then pounding you into the mattress so hard that his pink length looked like nothing but a blur between your thighs. Hard enough that the skin ‘round the area of his pelvis starts burning red, and he was bruising his puckered tip against every spot inside you. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh- oh fuck.”
“Shit, your infinity-” You gasp, tears springing to your eyes at the pressure. He might not have the infinity around his length anymore, but he was still smacking your pussy with his energy-covered digits. Driving you wild. “Toru, it-”
“Sh-shattered.”
You feel a sudden wetness on the inner part of your neck - and it takes you a few drilling strokes to realize that you’d just made Gojo Satoru cry at the heavenly raw texture of your pussy. Big, bulbous tears that wet your skin.
When he pulls away his blotchy tear-stained face, he peers down at you with pouty lips. Merely staring into your heart-shaped pupils was enough to make his thick length twitch inside of you. “Like all good experiments…”
“Yes, baby?”
“Can we have twenty five trials?”
It was going to be a looooong night.
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The keys to the convenience store jingled, their last hum of goodbye before it was closed for the night. No products to ring up, no inventory to take, no more customers-
“Please-”
Or, at least, there were supposed to be no more customers.
Mrs. Tanaka’s slowly turning around at the voice, brows raise at the sheer desperation in your voice. She knew you from the few times you’d come here, and she’s just about to ask what happened when- “Please, are you just about to close? Can I just buy one thing- I’ll be so quick, I promise!” Because a certain impatient someone was waiting for you at home…
“Why, of course! Are you alright, my dear?” She’s unlocking the store and flicking on the light. Using it to eye you up and down: the way your clothes were askew, your hair a mess, your neck dotted with…some sort of strange marks? Only when you nod does she continue, “What did you need to buy?”
You gulp.
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Never Have I Ever?!
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK—!
“Come in.”
In Higuruma Hiromi’s law firm, even the opening of a door sounds as sensible and as efficient as it can be. The clicking noise rings throughout the barren office and into the night, only two people in the department by this hour of overtime - you…and your hot boss.
“I’ve faxed the papers to Shiu Kong’s firm, sir.” You’re smiling at your dark-haired boss, who somehow manages a tired smile back. “Is there anything else you’d like for me to do?”
“No, that should be the entirety of it- thank you, angel.” Higuruma responds in his dreamily deep tone, “And my apologies for keeping you so late, you can take the day off if you’re not feeling up to it tomorrow.”
“Of course I’d be feeling up to it, sir.” You don’t mention that a large part of why you had impeccable attendance was because of your boss- honestly, you’d be happy coming into work just to ogle him. But you couldn’t quite say that out loud.
So instead you’re rounding the large table in his office, that golden name plate glinting on top of it. You’re placing a few important documents down beside him- even though they really could have been an email. “Are you sure there isn’t anything else you’d like for me to do, sir?”
His dark brows furrow, “We’ve done all of our workload and more- what exactly do you…”
“It’s just…you look so tired, sir. I hope you’re not overworking yourself- a good work-life balance is important, you know!” You dip, enough that the satin hem of your blouse dips juuust a tad. “Do let me know if there is anything I can do to help.”
“I…” And for the first time since you’ve walked through the law firm’s doors, you have the privilege of seeing Higuruma Hiromi speechless.
“And by that I mean anything.”
Less than a few minutes later, you’re straddling Higuruma on his luxurious work chair- ass quiverin’ as you hover it above his rock-hard erection, pussylips sliiiiiding up and down the top of his shaft. The attorney was gripping onto the armrests of his chair, so hard that his knuckles were starting to turn white.
Why did he seem so…runied.
“Fuh-fuck.” Black strands of his bangs fall onto his forehead as he throws his head forwards, burying into the crook of your neck. “What’re you waiting for, angel? Just put it in. Just fucking take me-”
“You’re burning up, Hiromi.” You coo, partially in genuine concern. Even from this position you could feel the pure feverish heat that was radiating off of him, leaving Higuruma’s body slicked in slight perspiration. He’s been like this ever since you had suggested this little…activity to blow off some steam.
Interestingly enough, you’re leaning in even closer to place the back of your palm on his forehead- accidentally grazing your tender folds down his cocktip. And it makes him flush even further- “Are you okay-”
“Don’t fucking ask me if I’m okay.” Higuruma utters, his voice cracking with a plead that you never thought you’d hear from such a man. Such desperation. “Don’t ask me if I’m okay and just put it in- please, just let me feel that soft pussy.”
“Sh-shit—” You’re elongating your whines, feeling the man underneath you start to rut up. To lift off of the padding of the chair to probe his cock down your naked cunt.
“Just let me taste you with my raw cock- let me kiss you there.” He’s gnawing down on the back ends of his teeth and begging with you. “Just let me feel you-”
“Fuck-” You’re yelping as his thick tip plunges between your pussylips and vertically into your entrance.
“Just let me fucking feel you.” He sounds as if he was breaking, as if he was about to burst into smithereens if he could not feel your heavenly channel. And you never ever thought in your wildest dreams that you’d have Tokyo’s best layer speaking to you like this—“Let me fucking feel you I’m begging-”
“Begging.” You repeat that very word, so satisfying coming from his lips. The realization hitting you all at once- experimentally, you ride back on his bulging tip and find that only visibly shatters the man even more. “Hiromi, have you never fucked raw-”
“No.” A calm answer. Firm. Final. Though the way he was moving inside of you is anything but- “I’ve never- I’ve never. Raw…” Gasping as if he was in disbelief, “I’m fucking you—raw, angel.”
You bite back a smile, “I can tell—”
“Oh, you smart mouth.”
Without warning, his thickened inches are just swirin’ inside your pussy- tunneling inside, stirring up every cute orifice. He was fucking you just the way he did his work, all meticulous and patient. He’s fucking you in loooooong languid thrusts just to fit inside, and the purposeful tempo is one that had you feeling Higuruma all the way at your throat.
“Raw-” He’s repeating once more, like he was nothing but a broken record player on replay. The sexiest breathy moans, “I-I’m fucking you raw-” Peering up at you, almost for confirmation. “I’m seriously fucking you raw, honey-”
“Of- hah, of course, you are.”
“Of course I am.” Higuruma rolls his darkened eyes up at you, holding you in by the waist and slamming his toned hips up into yours. Perhaps a mistake - the best mistake he’s ever made in his goddamn life, because the feeling of your clingy walls is just incredible.
Is just making him dizzy to feel how much you were squeezin’ him like crazy, how much you were trying to suck him back in. He finches once he hits a particularly nice spot inside you and it makes you clamp down hard enough for him to see stars- “Of- of course I am. And you have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Your eyes snap open in interest, “How…long?”
“Ever since you walked in through those damn building doors in that slutty skirt of yours.” Higuruma bites back a grunt at the words that just kept on pouring from his mouth, “Fuck- why’d I say that. It’s almost like I can’t even control—fuck.”
Can’t control just about anything he does. Just about the way he’s scourin’ every inch of your insides and pinpointing it with his dribbles of pre, your limbs shivering at the feeling. You tighten your legs at his hips and gasp- “Well- well you’re in luck because I’ve felt the very same- shit.” He’s cutting you off with a thorough slash down your cervix, almost as if Higuruma couldn’t bear it when you talked like this. He honestly doesn’t even think he could bear the sound of your pretty, whining voice at this point unless he wanted to cream himself stupid-
“Careful.” He trundles, something dangerous in his tone. Higuruma’s speeding up his slitherin’ thrusts until his cock looked like nothing but a blur. “Or else you’re gonna end up pregnant, honey.”
And when you end up cumming, it’s with those exact words in mind.
At just the feeling of him all hot and raw and needy for you.
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It’s past midnight when Mrs. Tanaka is making her last round of convenience store deliveries for the day - this one was some last minute delivery to some law firm. She rarely took such endeavors on, but this one had the largest tip she’s ever seen in her entire life. And she was rather lucky that there was a security guard downstairs to let her inside the barren building (the delivery instructions stated that no one else must see what’s inside).
How…interesting.
Especially considering that the entire department she was walking into seemed empty, especially considering that who answers the door to the singular office with lights on is a very dishevelled Higuruma- and you, especially considering that the sole thing being delivered right now was—
Condoms.
Sex still hangs in the air, and you could barely even walk to the door to take the delivery. Higuruma just as dazed.
She didn’t have to look inside the room to know what had just transpired.
“Why, thank you, Mrs. Tanaka.” You beam, knowing fully well what was inside. “We really do appreciate the effort- really. Especially considering the time.”
“Mhm, we appreciate it quite a bit.” Higurma throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. Mrs. Tanaka notes that his tie was put on wrong. “Don’t we, honey?”
You look up at him with starry eyes, “We do. Not that we…need them any time soon, however.”
The older woman sighs.
Maybe she should close that damn convenience store and retire.
୨୧ — The moment Sukuna stripped, your mouth went dry.
You'd seen him naked countless times- in the shower, in bed, in the dim light of early mornings when he'd press himself against your back and grind lazily until you were awake enough to reciprocate. But every single time, the sight of him hit you like a punch to the chest.
And God, his cock.
It curved upward from a nest of dark hair, flushed an angry red that deepened to near purple at the swollen head. Thick veins traced along the shaft like rivers on a map, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart. The tip glistened, a bead of precum pearling at the slit before sliding down in a slow, obscene trail.
Pretty, you thought deliriously. How is a cock this pretty?
Because it was. Intimidatingly large, yes -long enough that your fingers couldn't quite meet when you wrapped your hand around him, thick enough to make your jaw ache and your cunt clench in anticipation- but there was something almost elegant about it. The way it stood proud and heavy, bobbing slightly as he stalked toward the bed. The perfect symmetry of it, the way the foreskin had pulled back to reveal that glistening, dusky head.
Sukuna caught you staring and smirked, all sharp teeth and sharper ego.
"See something you like?"
"You know I do," you breathed, unable to look away. Your thighs pressed together, slick already gathering between them, "You're so fucking pretty, 'Kuna."
Something flickered in his eyes- surprise, maybe, quickly swallowed by hunger. His hand dropped to his shaft, wrapping around the base and stroking once, twice, spreading the precum down his length until it gleamed wetly in the morning light filtering through the curtains.
"Yeah?" His voice had dropped an octave, rough velvet against your ears, "You think my cock is pretty, sweetheart?"
"Yes." You were already reaching for him, fingers trembling with want, "Let me- can I-"
He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell him- musk and cedar and something darker, headier. The head of his cock brushed against your lips, painting them with salt bitter slick, and your tongue darted out instinctively to taste.
Sukuna groaned, fingers threading through your hair.
"Fuck. Go on, then. Show me how pretty you think it is."
You opened your mouth and took him in.
The weight of him on your tongue was divine- hot silk over steel, the taste of him flooding your senses. You swirled your tongue around the head, dipping into the slit to chase more of that salty-sweet precum, and he made a sound above you that was almost pained.
"Shhit- that's it, baby, just like that-"
You hollowed your cheeks and sank deeper, letting him slide against the roof of your mouth until he nudged the back of your throat. Tears pricked at your eyes but you didn't pull back- you couldn't, not when he was looking down at you like you were something holy, those wine dark eyes blown black with lust.
"Look at you," he breathed, thumb tracing your stretched lips where they wrapped around his shaft, "taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl."
You moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward. He hit the back of your throat again and you gagged, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth, but you just breathed through your nose and took him deeper.
"God-" His head fell back, tendons standing out in his neck, "Gonna make me cum down your throat if you keep -nnh- keep doing that-"
But you didn't want him to finish like this. Not yet.
You pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cockhead. He looked almost betrayed for a moment, brows furrowing, but then you were falling back onto the mattress and spreading your thighs in open invitation.
"Inside me," you pleaded, voice absolutely wrecked and fucking needy for your husband, "Want to feel you inside me, want to see you-"
Understanding dawned. That feral grin returning...
He didn't make you wait.
One hand hooked under your knee, shoving your thigh up and back until you were spread open and obscene beneath him. The other wrapped around his cock, dragging the swollen head through your folds- achingly slow, nudging your clit once, twice, until you whimpered and your hips bucked up seeking more.
"Eyes on me," he commanded.
You obeyed. Of course you obeyed.
And then you watched -god, you watched- as that thick, pretty cock notched against your entrance and pushed.
One final, deliberate roll of his hips, and he bottomed out- his pelvis flush against yours, every impossible inch of him buried to the hilt. The pressure was unreal, a fullness that bordered on too much, and when you looked down between your bodies-
There it was. A distinct swell just below your navel, the unmistakable outline of him inside you, distending your belly in a way that made hears form in your eyes...
"Still think it's pretty?" He pressed his palm against where his cock cock twitched inside you, "Even when it's making that pretty little tummy of yours bulge like this?"
Your heart cracked open.
Because underneath the filthy words and the feral grin, your husband was asking. Checking. Making sure you still wanted him, still loved every part of him, even the parts that stretched you to your limits and left you breathless and ruined.
As if there was ever any doubt.
You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. Drew him down until your foreheads touched, until you were breathing the same air, until the world narrowed to just the two of you and the place where your bodies joined.
You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre/Trope: Frenemies to lovers, smut, humor probably
Word Count: 3,360
Content Warning: Vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, Taehyung is annoying, I guess that's it honestly pls idk
A/N: The way this fic turned into a mini-series needs to be studied. I literally cannot reread it without cringing jhsdkfs.
Soundtrack: Camera - DJ Drama, 1st FKI, Post Malone, Lil Uzi Vert, Mac Miller
the wannabe-photographer chronicles: part one
If Kim Taehyung placed his grimy hands on the small of your back one more time you were quite literally going to rip them off.
“Babe, we didn’t take a picture together yet.” Before you could react, there was a bright flash of light that formed black holes in your vision. A sleek film camera was the culprit. Not unfamiliar, you’d fallen victim to Taehyung’s “artistic endeavors” on more than one occasion.
“Babe?”
Your spotty eyes grew wide as you quickly turned back to the large man stuck in between you and Taehyung. You’d caged him into the corner of the living room away from the rest of the bustling bodies crowding the apartment you shared with Hoseok. From the moment your roommate introduced you to Namjoon at the start of the party, you were on a mission to get a good grip of his head in between your thighs.
“No, no, no,” you shook your head, waving your arms in an “X” to ward off Taehyung’s evil. “We are not like that, at all. Gross, no. I don’t even know why he’s over here.” You hissed that last part with gritted teeth and shoved an elbow into Taehyung’s ribs.
“We came to this party together, babe. What are you talking about?” Taehyung’s mouth morphed into a deep pout. Your’s, on the other hand, hung open like a fish.
“Excuse me? This is my fucking apartment!”
You watched with growing frustration as Taehyung’s pout curved into a sweet smile. He was an abscess aching your teeth. “Babe, you’re so cute when you joke around.”
“Ummm… I think I’m going to go.”
You both turned to look at the large man stuck in between you. He avoided both of your gazes; instead, his gentle eyes searched the depths of the room, looking for a way out.
“Namjoon, wait,” You reached out to grab his forearm, “Just ignore him, he’s an idiot.”
Namjoon gave you a soft, tight smile. “It’s okay, I don’t want to bother you.” He didn’t give you a second glance once he disappeared deeper into the apartment.
You spun around on your heel and jabbed your finger against Taehyung’s chest. “Listen here, TaTa. If you don’t stop cockblocking me all fucking night, I swear to God.”
“You swear to God what? What are you going to do?” Taehyung cocked his head to one side and you hated how hot it was to watch his bottom lip disappear between his teeth. He raised his eyebrows at you, tilting his head back a bit so he looked at you down the sharp bridge of his cute little freckled nose.
He knew you wouldn’t do anything. There was nothing for you to do.
He was such a piece of shit.
“Why did Hobi invite you,” you muttered, pushing past Taehyung. You made very little ground before he was snatching your wrist in his large hands. “Can you please leave me alone? I’m not drunk enough for your shit right now.”
“Let me get my beautiful model a drink, then.”
“You are the most arrogant, conceited, cockiest person I have ever met in my entire life.” The grin that bloomed across his face was the exact opposite of what you wanted to see, but everything your body was being pulled towards.
“Thank you.”
With a huff, you shook your hand from Taehyung’s grip and continued swimming your way through the sea of people trashing your apartment. Leave it to Hobi to throw a massive party to celebrate “the beginning of his birthday month” without bothering to ask you. When he knew you hated most of his friends, Kim Taehyung in particular. How he’d managed to wiggle his way into your friend group was beyond you. Probably because he was hot, and hot people could get away with everything.
Well, you didn’t think he was hot, obviously. Other people did. Not you. Nope.
“Do not follow me.” You threw the command over your shoulder, praying to the lord that he would grow a brain and listen to you. Breaking free of the last throng of people, you walked the hallway until you got to your bedroom, Taehyung hot on your heels. You tried to slam your bedroom door shut but Taehyung had the toe of his boot wedged in the doorframe. He wrapped a hand around the edge of the door and pried it open just enough to slip his lithe body inside. The click of him locking the door made your spine shudder.
“You’re so fucking stupid, Kim. Why don’t you go find someone to suck your dick and keep your nose out of my business? I’ll even let you use my bathroom.” Arms crossed against your chest. Chin jutted out.
Taehyung snickered, keeping his focus on wiping away a smudge mark on the surface of his camera lens. “Bothering you gives me infinite more pleasure, believe it or not.” He looked up to meet your gaze. “And you know how much I love chasing pleasure.”
By this point your anger was hardly well-contained. As you flipped through every scenario in your head you were finding fewer options to get him out of here. Murder may have been the only option, actually.
“God I love how hot you look when you’re pissed.” Taehyung had the audacity to sit down on the edge of your bed, his long legs spreading like the space-hogging man that he was.
“Take a fucking picture then. It’ll last longer.”
“Ooh, you’re so clever, so edgy.” Despite his taunts, he did what you said, quickly snapping another picture of you. You flipped him off. “Glad you’ve finally agreed to model for me. How do you feel about nudes?”
“Get the fuck out of here.”
“Not even just a topless one?”
“I would never, in a million years, even if my life depended on it, get any amount of naked in front of you.”
“That sounds like a fun challenge, doesn’t it?” He got up from your bed, leaving the camera to rest on your fluffy comforter. His amber eyes dropped to watch your lips, the edges of his own lips curling slightly when you backed up against your dresser. A bottle of hair product tipped over and rolled off the dresser, thudding against the floor.
“It’s not a challenge, Taehyung. It’s merely a fact.”
“Look at what you’re wearing. You’re already halfway there.” Taehyung shrugged. He ran his index finger along the skin of your midriff exposed by your crop top. Reaching your belly button, he dragged his finger downwards until he landed on the zipper of your shorts. “Don’t act like you’re not desperate. The way you were hanging all over that guy said enough.”
“Fuck off,” you said in an exhale. You made no effort to push him out of the way; this was one of many mistakes.
“Hmm…” You practically felt the baritone vibration of Taehyung contemplating your comment, the hum rumbling from his throat. “Okay.” He took a step back and sunk onto your bed with his camera resting beside him.
“What do you mean, okay?” You closed the gap he’d created and stared down at him with your hands on your hips. “You can’t just say okay.”
The tiniest of smirks lifted the corner of Taehyung’s mouth, but he held it in as best he could. Controlling his eyes was another thing; he let his gaze travel the length of your body. “Am I not giving you what you wanted?”
“Well, yes.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
You opened your mouth, but immediately snapped it shut. Taehyung leaned back on his palms with his broad chest on display and his legs spread. How had you ended up standing between them? He tilted his head up slightly jutting his chin out at you while his eyes continued to examine you. Dissect you. His gaze felt razor sharp on your searing skin.
“Just admit it. You want me. It’s obvious how I affect you.” You felt your stomach flip as Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair, though a few curls decided to bounce back over his forehead. “One simple kiss and you’d be begging for me.”
You absolutely did not want him. Had you thought about what those piercing eyes would look like from between your thighs? Maybe. But who hadn’t?! It was a natural consequence of being “friends” with Taehyung.
“You’re an idiot.” Another glare was shot his way when the stupid smirk returned.
“Prove it then. Prove you don’t care.”
If there was anything you hated more than this idiot, it was being doubted. Fuck this guy for wasting your time, invading your space, and then insulting you in your own house.
“If you tell anyone about this I’ll cut your balls off,” you hissed.
“I’m so scared,” Taehyung said with a lick of his lips. You wanted to smack that mischievous glint out of his eyes. Hell, you should have. But instead you were determined to knock him off his high horse. If you weren’t going to get into a physical altercation, you were going to fuck up his ego.
Shoving Taehyung backwards so he was once again leaning on his palms, you climbed into his lap with your hands gripping his shoulders. Before he could say anything else stupid, you brought your lips to his and tried not think about how many things had been in his mouth.
It was clear that Taehyung was trying to prove a point because he immediately began to devour you. His hands flew up to grip your ass to pull you tight against him, making your hands slide forward so you now had your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Biting down on your bottom lip he coaxed your mouth open to slip his tongue inside. You shivered at the taste of him, sweet like the grapefruit soju he’d been drinking. Distracted by him licking at your mouth, you gasped when you felt Taehyung buck into you. He forced your hips to rock against him and spread your thighs even further apart as you straddled him.
Eventually Taehyung broke the kiss and you welcomed the opportunity to breathe. His lips ghosted yours, the two of you panting heavily against each other’s mouths. He kept a firm hold of your ass while he guided you to continue grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. Every drag of his zipper against your core provided enough friction to alert you that you were soaked through your underwear. All because of a guy you’d swore you weren’t affected by.
The reminder of why this was even fucking happening made you let go of Taehyung’s shoulders and lean back slightly. What the fuck.
“You did that way too eagerly,” he snickered once you pulled away.
“Shut up.” You reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair to tug it out of annoyance because apparently Taehyung tore down your maturity level to that of an elementary student. The moan that came out of his mouth made you freeze. He stared into your eyes with his soft lips parted and all you could hear was his erratic breathing and the pounding of your heart in your head. “Looks like you’re affected by me.”
As if you weren’t an absolute mess in your pants right now. But he didn’t need to know that.
“I never said I wasn’t.” The intensity of his gaze was too much for you, but looking away felt like surrendering. “Are you going to admit defeat now?”
“You’re insane,” you scoffed, determined to hold his gaze.
Taehyung broke first. He let go of your waist and brought his hand forward to press his thumb hard against your clit through your shorts. You instinctively tightened your hold on his hair, tugging slightly. The action pulled another moan out of Taehyung and it was impossible for you to hide the way you grinded against his hand.
“You want me. Just admit it.”
“No,” you snapped. Taehyung raised his eyebrows as though he was shocked by your determination. You were not giving in, no matter what your body wanted.
Even if he pulled down the zipper of your shorts. Even if he tugged on the waistband of your underwear. Even if he squeezed his hand inside your underwear to drag his fingers through your arousal.
“Admit it.”
Your breath hitched when you heard the wet squelch of Taehyung teasing your entrance and rolling his fingers against your clit. You couldn’t speak for fear a moan instead of words might fall out of your mouth, so you merely shook your head.
Wrapping his other arm around your waist, Taehyung bucked into you at the same time he slipped two fingers inside of you. The force with which you bit your bottom lip to keep quiet was enough to shoot pain through your nerves. Seeing you like that and feeling your thighs tremble against his told Taehyung everything he needed to know.
But he wanted you to say it.
“Come on, Y/N,” he cooed a soft whisper in your ear. He curled his fingers, pressing your front wall until he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his biceps. “Just admit it and I’ll give you what you want.”
He quickened his pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you with enough force to rock you back and forth in his lap, all the while his dark eyes locked on yours.
“You’re a piece of shit,” you attempted to hiss but your voice broke into a loud whimper. Taehyung grinned and gave you one final thrust into your g-spot before he watched you arch into him, eyes closed and head thrown back as you moaned his name. He leaned back slightly to give him the perfect angle to snatch up his camera. You thought the bright light was probably the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life quite literally making you blind, but your pleasure quickly turned into a pterodactyl screech.
“KIM TAEHYUNG WHAT THE FUCK!” You lunged for the camera, but he held it above your head and your legs were still too shaky to do much of anything. “Did you just fucking take a picture of me while I… while I…” You beat against his chest.
“You looked too good not to immortalize the moment,” Satan himself said with a laugh, absorbing your punches with the cockiness of the most horrible person in the world. “If you want to try for a better shot, I still have five photos left on this film.”
“I’m going to fucking murder you.”
“Sure, you can murder me. I’ll die happy now.” You felt weak in the knees once again when Taehyung popped his fingers, wet with your cum, into his mouth to suck clean. “Or you could admit that you want me and I’ll split you open the way you deserve.”
Fuck.
You were in big trouble.
Taehyung’s cocky grin disappeared as you eased back down into his lap, replaced with a look of determined lust that clouded his lidded eyes. At this point, it wasn’t about admitting that he turned you on or that you wanted him. At this point, you needed him.
“Say it and I’m yours,” he whispered. Goosebumps bloomed across your skin as he ran his hands up your sides, pushing your crop top up as he went. You lifted your arms to allow him to pull it off of you. He sucked his teeth when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra and immediately brought his mouth to your nipple. You let out a soft moan when Taehyung flicked his tongue against it, swirling a circle until it was erect and he was satisfied enough to move to the other.
“Fuck you, Taehyung.” You clawed at his t-shirt, less gentle in your approach as you ripped it over his head. Next your fingers flew to unbutton his jeans. “I admit it, okay? Are you happy now?” Frustration made your movements frantic and you tugged Taehyung’s pants down as hard as you could, barely giving him time to maneuver around you to lift his hips.
“Admit what?” He planted a hot kiss against your throat to muffle the deep moan that rumbled in his throat when you finally held his cock in your hand.
“I need you, fuck!” You shimmied out of your shorts and shoved Taehyung onto his back. “Why are you such a fucking dick?”
You grabbed his cock a bit too aggressively and Taehyung briefly watched his life flash before his eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed you so hard. Though he quickly got over it, hips bucking into your hand while he watched you spit on the tip and let it run down his shaft, slow and sweet.
“Took you long enou-” Taehyung gasped when you rubbed his cock along your pussy, quickly coating him so you could sink onto his cock until your clit rubbed against his abdomen when you leaned forward. The stretch was enough that you probably should have eased yourself onto him a bit slower to avoid the head of his cock piercing your cervix the way it had, but at this point you were too pissed off to give a shit. He lifted his head to watch you roll your hips on him, the twisting sensation making his cock pulse inside you.
“Holy fuck.” Taehyung dropped his head back onto the mattress and dug his fingers into the sheets as you began to fuck yourself on him. Sure, he’d promised to fuck you good, but you had absolutely no patience for whatever he was willing to give you. You picked up the pace, one hand squeezing his shoulder for support while the other dragged your nails down the length of his chest. You may have dug into him a bit deeper than you needed to, but the red streaks you left on his skin were more than satisfying.
“Don’t even think about taking a picture of this,” you muttered through clenched teeth. That sweet, hot buildup of pleasure rippling through your abdomen was starting to get more and more unbearable, but you needed to know that the little creep wasn’t going to ruin a good orgasm for you by playing paparazzi again.
Taehyung whimpered, shaking his head frantically. “I swear, oh fuck. I s-swear I won’t.”
His babbling was both pathetic and cute, and you prayed he didn’t bust a nut before you got to. To have Kim Taehyung writhing beneath you with that tight little waist and bulging biceps, all to have him cum first?? No fucking way.
“Good boy,” you snickered and Taehyung practically lost it right there.
“You’re insane,” he huffed, closing his eyes once he felt you tighten around him. “Fucking insane.”
You wanted to bitch him out some more because you definitely weren’t the insane one here, as if he hadn’t toyed with you only to immediately give in once you gave him a taste of his own medicine. But you let it go as you felt that sweet buildup in you finally snap. “Fuck, Taehyung,” you moaned, feeling his hands come up to grab your waist to guide you on top of him as he fucked you through your orgasm and your movements began to falter. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to finally reach his release; you weren’t interested in overstimulation after the sweaty, horny mess he’d made of you.
Leaning your forehead into his shoulder, you let your body go limp on top of Taehyung as the two of you caught your breath.
“Don’t fuck with me anymore,” you threatened, though the post-orgasm shakiness of your voice didn’t make you sound very convincing.
“I can fuck you again, though, right?”
You lifted your head to see that fucking grin again and groaned, dropping your face into his neck again. “Maybe.”
“Are you down for nudes next time?”
“Don’t fucking push your luck, dickhead.” Your body jiggled as Taehyung laughed. There was the cocky Taehyung once again, the one you oh so loved. Something told you if there was a next time you wouldn’t have it so easy.
Synopsis. Every specimen: the hot nerd that tutors you, his punk best friend, the pink-haired frat president, the sensible history professor, the emo boy with 11 inches, the buff campus security! They have only one thing in common—bréeding you.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader, Geto Suguru x Reader, Ryomen Sukuna x Reader, Nanami Kento x Reader, Choso Kamo x Reader, Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, college AU, nerd!Gojo, punk!Geto, frat boy!Sukuna, professor!Nanami, emo boy!Choso, security guard!Toji, ALL of the JJK men (at once), f/m/m/m/m/m/m, ovuIation, BRÉEDING, mentions of having kids, oraI (fem + maIe rec.) handj’s, fíngering, manhandIing, HEADLOCKS, biiig stretches, spítting, chokíng, p talking, rough s, restraints, they’re FÉRAL, Geto with piercings, Choso with piercings, making Gojo whímper, first times (Gojo), everyone penetrates at some point, D descriptions, big D’s. dírty taIk, voyéurism, running from it, bickering during it, EiffeI tower, DP, DÚMBlFICATlON, MAJOR overstím, anaI pIay, matíng presses, fuIl neIsons, cervíx kíssing, lessons, waIked in on, SLOPPY s, slight exhíbitíonism, creampíes (like a lot), cúmpIay, cúmfIation, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 20.4k
A/N. Happy new year!!
“—thus, during this stage of ovulation it is natural to experience a surge in the luteinizing hormone (LH), which heightens the desire to…” Gojo trails off.
You’re looking up from your notes, just in time to catch him pushing his glasses up his ruddied face. Hands shaking. Breaths heavy. You tilt your head in confusion, “Which heightens the desire to what, Satoru?”
“You know…”
You’re shaking your head with a laugh, “Isn’t that why I begged you to become my tutor?”
“It increases the desire for ah…an interplay of intimacy from which…blossoms the natural by-product of a…um—” His voice cracks. And seeing your look of concern, Gojo lets out a stabilizing breath and tries again, “The…the birds and the bees?”
“Ah!” Stifling a giggle, “You mean it heightens the desire to get pregnant.”
And you take your sweet, sweet time jotting it down in your notes - long enough that Gojo Satoru hopefully calms down-
“…Do you feel it?”
“What?”
“Do you feel the desire to get pregnant?”
The pen clatters out of your hand.
“W-wait, I’ll get it!” Gojo stammers out, disappearing beneath the long library table before you can say anything. His head of angelic white hair contrasts against the sleek mahogany, so at odds with the devilish question that’d just left his mouth - so perhaps it was only so fitting that when Gojo sunk in to get your pen…you could feel his soft hair graaaaaze against your thigh-
You shiver- sweeping a look around at the bored university students to make sure that nobody saw. Or overheard.
And in the next second, he’s coming back up.
“I believe this is yours.” Gojo’s lips tremble in shyness, flushed as if you’d just thrown him into a furnace. He holds the pen out gingerly towards you, which you take - along with a moment to inspect him. Admire him, more like.
Gojo Satoru.
Human Calculator.
A++ being the lowest grade he’d ever gotten.
Pigs would fly before he didn’t take the #1 spot on the Dean’s List.
It didn’t need to be said that Gojo Satoru was one of the sharpest minds on campus - yes, perhaps even amongst the professors. For you’d seen Yaga hold him back after class on more than one occasion to become marvelled by his physics thesis.
But that wasn’t where the problem lay.
The problem lay in the fact that not only was Gojo one of the smartest men you’ve ever met - but he was one of the cutest, too. That snow-white hair and ice-blue eyes made it impossible not to spot him amongst a crowd - always a few heads taller than everyone else, always crushing some textbook to his chest.
Thick glasses. Fast steps.
He nervously avoided eye contact in the hallways, and it’d taken you multiple tries to successfully tap at his shoulder and get his attention. Earlier in the semester, you’d pleaded your case to Gojo about how you’d been getting absolutely abysmal grades in Yaga’s class lately. After that it’d only taken you a little poking and prodding (‘do it for the love of science!’) to successfully convince the nerdy boy to tutor you once a week.
Though he was blushing and fidgeting throughout the entire interaction…
The tutoring became a routine. The routine became a rhythm. The rhythm became a relationship that you’d honestly consider to be good friends.
Through these sessions you discovered that Gojo became rather talkative when he wanted to be, rather sweet, rather funny. And you weren’t blind to his good looks either, of course…In less than a semester’s time, you reached one of the top five spots in Yaga’s class. Despite that, the two of you continued your little tutoring sessions in your back corner of the library every week like normal.
Well, normal except for right now-
“Thank you.” You’re belatedly saying, gesturing at the pen.
To which Gojo scratches behind his neck sheepishly, “It’s no problem, of course!” He flushes even deeper the moment you turn your eyes towards him, looking as though he wished to sink into the light blue ocean of his sweater. “And about what I said earlier-” His pale brows scrunch together in a way that made him look adorably pleading. “-forget about it. Forget I ever asked something so-”
“I do.”
He snaps his azure eyes towards you at your interruption, twinkling behind his glasses. “P-pardon?”
“What you asked me.” You’re leaning over the table, the neckline of your shirt dipping juuust a tad—and you watch as Gojo gulps when his eyes flicker down. Unable to help himself. “I do feel the desire to get fucked pregnant sometimes.”
Gojo flinches at the way you’d worded it, prominent Adam’s apple bobbing. “Sometimes?”
“Sometimes when I ovulate. Sometimes just in general on those late nights, I guess.” Your eyes hone in on the squirming man, “Though that depends on who I’m thinking of at the time.”
“Thinking of who’d be the-”
“The father, yes.”
Pushing his glasses up with jittery hands. “And have you ever thought of…” His question trails off, voice sounding as parched as if he’d just run several marathons in the scorching heat. And he was burning up just as much.
You cock your head to the side, “You?” He jolts at the mere word.
Only nodding.
“Would you be upset if I said yes?”
Only shaking his head.
And then Gojo mutters something underneath this breath that you don’t quite pick up on.
“What was that, Satoru?”
When Gojo looks at you once more, you notice that his eyes are blown wide. Dazed. Daydreaming. Beads of perspiration form on his upper lip as he stutters, voice oddly high. “I said- you’re set to ovulate in about t-two to three days from now.” Your mouth drops a little—didn’t that lil’ app on your phone say the same thing just yesterday? How did he know? Under the table, Gojo’s knuckles were pure white and gripping his knees. “I ah- one time you were late to a session because of your cramps. And ever since then I always sort of…kept track, you see.”
Your eyes widen- so that was how Gojo always somehow knew to sneak your favorite sugary treats into the library on the days of your period. You did begin to wonder…
“I…I see.”
“You see.”
You cock your head at him, “And do men feel the same desire?”
He whispers, “Depending on the person…”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” Like the most sinful confession.
Without a word you’re reaching out and tugging his notebook towards you. His breath hitches as he watches you flip between pages of neat handwriting - lessons curated just for you - before pausing at the very end of it.
You’re biting back a smile at the way he’d scribbled your name over and over on the last page, hearts doodled around each one. You write—-The pregnancy list.
1. Gojo Satoru.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Every good experiment has an apparatus list.” You’re looking up at Gojo with a sly smile, “You taught me that.”
Certainly not like this. “I did, but-” He looks around as though someone in the library would walk by and see what you’re writing.
“And every good experiment has material considerations, too, right?”
“W-well, yes, but…”
You continue to write.
1. Gojo Satoru.
Super cute
Probably a big D
Secret freak (tracked ovulation!??)
However has no experience (not quite a con?) and no place to fuck in (single bed + has a roommate, Geto)
“Hmm, how do you feel about being the independent variable?” You tap your pen on your chin.
Gojo whips his confused blue eyes towards you, a tiny furrow between his white brows. “What do you…”
“The independent variable.” Just in time, you’re looking up to catch the sight of a certain black-haired man entering the library. And you know who it is instantly - there was no man quite as pretty as him on campus. Handsome, sure. But this pretty? It was your best friend, someone you’d met in your first year and knew even before you knew Gojo. “Just like you’re tutoring me now, Satoru, haven’t you ever thought of someone-” His silver piercings glinting in the daylight. His stylishly tattered Sex Pistols t-shirt showing off toned skin. His lips stretching into a feline grin as he spots the two of you. “-tutoring you?”
Something electric runs down Gojo’s body, and he’s just about to turn and look behind when-
Geto Suguru throws an arm over his best friend’s shoulders and tackles him into a headlock, winking at you. “Hard at work, gorgeous?”
You nod, because the one thing about lists was that when you started one—you just wanted to keep on adding to it.
2. Geto Suguru.
Fucking PRETTY
Rings
In a band
Already super close friends. Two in one go??
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SUGONDEEZNUTS created a groupchat.
SUGONDEEZNUTS added Gojo Satoru.
SUGONDEEZNUTS added you.
SUGONDEEZNUTS named the groupchat ‘Juno, y’know?’
SUGONDEEZNUTS: Yo, sorted a place big enough for us~
SUGONDEEZNUTS: 8PM.
SUGONDEEZNUTS added RyomenTheK!ng.
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“C-could you keep your panties on, sweetheart?” Gojo blushes as he stutters out the words. He’s looking down between your legs and slidin’ a thumb between your pussylips, collecting the slick syrup gathered on top of your light blue underwear.
You raise a brow, “I didn’t think you’d be the type to have a panty fetish, Satoru.” Maybe you were right about him secretly being a freak…
“It’s just- they’re the same color as my eyes.” Those very same blue irises peak out at you above the rim of his glasses, partially fogged with condensation. “M-makes me think that we’re having…a boy in nine months or something like that. Maybe twins. A boy and a girl?”
Your jaw drops, “Oh-”
And it’s the only noise you’re managing to get out before Gojo slots his pretty pink cockhead between your legs. Just letting the thick curvature of it press aside your pussy’s folds before he’s rutting—like an animal.
Gojo was just painfully hard already, swollen with need, bursting out in bouts of precum that left your thighs all wet. He was just so excited—he’d damn near cried once he managed to get you sprawled out on a bed that wasn’t yours. One of his doughy pink thumbs swipin’ your underwear to the side and getting a goooood long look at that pussy of yours-
“N-ngh—” His eyes fall shut, entire body shuddering at the sensation of your pussy throb-throb-throbbing away beneath him. Erection sliding down your front. Sandwiched by your cunt. Gojo Satoru - always so eloquent, always so intelligent with his words - can only heave his body forward and whimper- “S-scientifically, the presence of your panties won’t be a haaah- limitation in me breeding your pussy, right?”
“What are you even asking…” You’re blinking up at him, “Satoru, you’re not seriously that pussydrunk, are y-”
“Oh look…” Gojo’s eyes widen as he watches a webbed line of his own precum slide down your slit, and that only leaves his sharp mind racing. “Scientifically, can your pussy talk, sweetheart? Because your unica mucosa vaginae is sounding like she wants me already.”
And then follows the utterly sloppiest squelch as Gojo pushes his thickened tip at your sensitive hole and starts to puuuush—
Your cute tutor had been the first one to take off his boxers - and it really was true what they say about nerdy boys being…bigger.
He was about nine entire inches, and the most adorable rosy pink at his tip - one that matched the blush on his face. Only growing more and more, thicker and thicker, every time he was swipin’ his velvety shaft between your folds and trying to fit inside.
Pushing and pushing.
Stretching out your quivering orifice.
Gojo was just so sensitive—you’d asked him earlier whether this was his first time, and the nerdy boy had only blushed and mumbled something incoherent. Though his cap of precum that just kept on pouring out told you everything you needed to know - even now he was squeezing just the barest inch of his tip into your hole and groaning. Twitching.
“O-oh—” His pre-glossed tip slips out of your hole and slides-slides down the middle of your pussylips, “Fuck- I need at least the urethral meatus inside to successfully breed you, sweetheart. N-need to be inside your pussy…”
“You really wanna knock me up, huh?” You’re whining out.
“So badly.” Almost shyly. Gojo can only let a dopey smile stretch across his lips at the notion, sounding out-of-breath already. He’s keeping his thumb hooked on your panties, urging his hips closer with the most sinful sounds. “S-soooo fucking badly.”
Just draaaaawling out his agonizing groan as he shovels his thickened shaft between your pussylips. Without warning, he’s then pressing both hands upon either side of your legs, pushing them even wider open.
You yelp, “Satoru-”
And then with you pinned down to the mattress, Gojo reels his slender hips back to thrust and thrust his raging hot cock into your pussy. “Gonna fuck you now…” The globular red edge of his shaft kisses your entrance and starts stretching the first resistance of your hole. Starts bending his curvaceous inches inside you. “Gonna fill the introitus- fill her up with my cock.” Starts making your walls immediately clench at the sudden intrusion.
His jaw falls slightly apart at the feeling of being sucked inside by you, your slick orifice plugged up with his length. “Gonna fill her up with my kid—” Just letting his furious cock get one taste.
One of his inches pushed inside your cunt.
Just one.
Before Gojo’s throwing his head back with a cracked wh-whimper.
Before his entire body shudders.
Before his entire cock seems to zap with a carnal electricity.
And you’re feeling the hot sensation of something slatherin’ at your pussylips, raising onto your elbows to look between your legs. And the sight you’re seeing- fuck, it’s a pure white mess at your core and puddling onto the expensive silk sheets below.
He was cumming.
Just from that.
Your eyes widen, “Satoru, you’re already-”
“Fuck.” Gojo breathes out, head now pushing into the crook of your neck. Something warm and wet falls on top of your skin- and only then do you realize that Gojo Satoru was sobbing at the mere feeling of your pussy surrounding his cock. “F-fuck, I can’t believe…”
His creamy cum was spilling out in surges, drawing vertical lines between the crevice of your pussy in some lecherous pattern. Incessantly. Hotly. He’s webbing up your puffy folds and thumpin’ his rotund tip between your cunt to smear them. Lines upon lines. Layers upon layers.
Like he couldn’t stop himself no matter how urgently he’s reaching a hand up to squeeze at his thickened base. “Sh-shit, s’not stopping.” The nerdy man babbles away, white-knuckling at his swollen cock in order to try and plug himself up - but it doesn’t work. He’s even pulling back a bit to move his thumb on top of his leaky divot. And he’s still not stopping. “Shit, I can’t control myself. Your tunica mucosa- your pussy just feels too good.”
“You’re s-still cumming…” You whine.
“Too good.”
He’s just dribbling out hot cum, creating an ivory gloss over your folds that drips around your thighs.
Gojo feels the wetness of it seep into his abs and pulls away from your neck, looking up at you with his teary gaze. He snaps his eyes down to the white sap that smears out of you and moans. Voice cracking at the back of his throat any time he’s shoving his honed hips between yours. “C-can I go again to your womb this time, my girl?”
You’re just about to open your mouth to answer when-
“Now now, Satoru…”
“Yer fucked if you think you’re getting her all night.” A familiar, gruff tone spits. “Especially after that embarrassment of a performance.”
You’re turning your head to the side of the bed - to the two men that watched from chairs facing the bed.
Geto Suguru.
Ryomen Sukuna.
3. Ryomen Sukuna.
Frat boy™ (leader of Curses Epsilon)
Probably REALLY good in bed
On his way to become a pro wrestler (headlocks omg??)
Might be rough…
Ryomen Sukuna had just gotten off from practice when Geto had called him.
And he can’t lie - he hadn’t exactly felt like answering the phone then. The two weren’t exactly what you’d consider friends, but neither were they not friends. Sukuna kept his circle close, you see—only his brother, his nephew.
Though recently there had been the development of a certain little someone. Sukuna had noticed you at one of his wrestling matches by chance, and ever since then it seems that he couldn’t stop noticing you. At his parties. At their fundraisers. At lecture halls that Sukuna purposefully took the long route to pass by - just to get a glimpse of you.
And he’d been considering asking you to be Curses Epsilon’s sweetheart, but that was neither here nor there!
Geto Suguru wasn’t someone that Sukuna would dub himself acquainted with to even that extent. His rock band sometimes performed at the infamous parties Sukuna threw, and it wasn’t really usual for him to call Sukuna outside of this.
But fuck was he glad he’d picked up the phone that day.
Because that was what got him here with you.
Snuck into his frat house. Laid out on his king-sized bed.
Your eyes locked with his—
Sukuna’s cock throbs between his legs at the ruined expression on your face, and he’s immediately feeling a rush of jealousy at the white-haired man. Snapping his narrowed gaze to the other, “Such a pretty gal begging for you ta breed her and you embarrass yerself like this?”
“Sh-she just feels too good.” Gojo lovingly gazes at your overspilling cunt. Before looking at the frat president again, “You wouldn’t understand.”
Sukuna hates this man even more.
“O—okay, how about we don’t look like we’re gonna beat each other up, hm?” Geto’s silky tone breaks through the saturated air, and you’re squirming at the way his rings glint in the dim lighting.
He’s noticing the slight movement instantly, gaze flicking between you and his fingers. Realization splashes across his face, and the next time he speaks it’s with his voice dipped just a bit. “Oh, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? But you want that pussy to be treated like a princess?”
Gojo gapes as you nod, “M-maybe…”
“No need to be shy, gorgeous.” Geto hums, drawing even closer to you. “We’re all friends here.”
The mattress dips just a little bit as he sits down on the edge of the bed, his ringed fingers reaching out and dragging across the sheen of white covering your calves by now.
Geto lets the slick coating form on his fingers, smearing it on the tips of his digits. “Mmm, what a waste. Don’t you know that a princess is supposed to orgasm before she’s pumped full of cum, Satoru?” Tutting.
Somehow, you always did think that your closest friend would be the type to drag sex out for hours. To drive you numb with pleasure, to be so sweet—at least, his words were.
And even Gojo seemed to be quietening down his grumbling to listen, the only other sounds in the air being the plapping! of him still trying to rover his blushin’ cocktip even deeper. “W-well…”
“And don’t you know that a princess is supposed to be teased before she’s fucked?” His amethyst eyes seem to glow with amusement, and something else. Something…darker. “You’ve gotta make her cry first.”
Oh.
A primal shudder rips right through you.
Not sweet. Definitely not sweet.
You’re whining after his elongated syllables, “Please-” Tears spurting up to your eyes when Geto forcefully grabs ahold of Gojo’s slender hips and bodily pulls him backwards. Both hands positioned on the other man’s hips, keeping his throbbing cock warming inside your walls for a few seconds before puuuuuushing inside you again. He manages to fill you up in a way like you’ve never been before, his smooth shaft filling your every orifice. “P-please, Satoru-”
“Like that.” Geto hums, “Hard. Long.”
And Gojo gapes at the way you seem absolutely ruined beneath him, “I didn’t even realize…”
“Mhmm, at this rate we’re never getting her pregnant.” Geto rolls his murky eyes, nails digging into Gojo’s hips once more. “Now more.”
“What?”
“Move.”
Your lashes flutter open at the way the long-haired man commands the other.
Geto’s tone was just so steely, and all it takes is a single word to make Gojo Satoru pull out of you. His long cock bobbing between his meaty thighs, tuggin’ out with the most lecherous squelch!
A wadded up web of cum follows him as he does so, connecting his irritated tip to your cunt still. Just red-hot and drippin’ with your slick syrup. At the sight of it, Gojo looks as if he already regrets his decision - but moves over to let Geto take his place anyway.
And both roughened hands - much, much rougher than Gojo’s, with so many years of training those fingers in his punk-rock band - press-press-preeeeeess your jittery thighs open. Firm. Unyielding, even as you whine at the stretch. Geto’s throwing his silky hair over his shoulder, sinking onto the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed.
His knees hit it with two loud thuds!
“And what’d you think you’re doing up there, hm?” In an almost bored tone, Geto raises a brow at his best friend seated still on the bed. In a split-second, he’s grabbing onto the back of Gojo’s flushed neck and dragging him down onto the floor as well.
Side by side.
Gojo yelps as he’s brought ever-closer to your open legs. “What do you think you’re-”
“Teaching you how to eat a pussy properly, duh.” As if it should be obvious, Geto rolls his eyes. “This pretty princess deserves better than your sloppy self.”
With your elbows resting on the springy mattress, you peer over at the two men who nudged their faces closer to your drippin’ wet pussy. Both their eyes gleaming in excitement the nearer they were- it’s almost as if they were fighting for purchase between there.
Each one lightly shoving the other-
“Spit on her pussy, Satoru.” Geto’s sing-song voice was dark.
Gojo’s eyes widen, “Wh-what do you-”
“Spit. On. Her. Pussy.” Geto throws his long locks over his shoulder and smiles, “Right into her pretty hole- but if you make a mess that’s even better.”
“Why would I wanna make a mess?” Gojo huffs, nose crinkling cutely.
“Virgin.” Geto titters.
The blue-eyed man looks up to meet your eyes- and flushes. Puckering his lips up nervously, they tremble just a little as he somehow drips out a line of slick on top of your cunt.
And Geto only looks down to appraise the mess he’s made, his chunkily ringed fingers swirlin’ the glaze with the front of his thumb. “Mm, I could’ve done better.”
They were both so fucking hard.
Geto turns back to you now, eagerly waiting. “See this tongue, gorgeous?” Unhinging his jaw, he lets his loooong and lavish tastebuds stick out for you to see. Slicked with watery saliva. Studded with a silver tongue piercing in the middle of it. “See it? S’what I’m gonna ruin you with- watch and learn, Satoru. Watch and learn…”
And you’re hearing it before you’re feeling it. Seeing it.
The slurp of Geto’s slick tongue shoving between your sultry folds - just lengthy lines licked back and forth on your slit. He doesn’t speed up. He doesn’t act ravenous. Lingering his orbed piercing against every spot he can reach inside of you- no matter how much you’re restlessly squirming above him, he doesn’t go harder. Just light and fleeting.
Rubbing his ridged tastebuds against every orifice, sucking up Gojo’s ivory sap, letting his tongue juuuuust fill up your tight hole before fishing out-
Making the other man balk, “H-hey!” His best friend was just making a mess of you, with his tongue lappin’ over the coats of cum that he’d poured out on your cunt. “That’s not fair- the seminal fluid is supposed to go inside the vaginal canal in order for internal fertilization to-”
Geto lazily cracks open an eye at him.
Before grabbing Gojo by the back of his throat and shoving him nose-deep into your cunt as well.
“Then do something about it.” He smiles.
Both of them had their greedy mouths open against your pussy.
Tongues flopping out and thrashin’ maddeningly against your cunt - Gojo’s a little longer than Geto’s, but Geto’s with his frigid piercing in the middle that scraped into your every orifice. It’s as if you were suddenly surrounded by the ridged texture of their tastebuds, until you couldn’t tell which one was which. Every sweet spot. Every fold. Dual tips aching to claim every inch of you.
And while Geto slipped against your clit, Gojo was just craving to stuff his tongue inside your hole-
“Ngh—” His nose crinkles cutely a little as he whimpers, “D-don’t take up too much space now, Suguru.”
“You’re in my space, Satoru.” As if to prove his point, he presses the cold knob of his piercing right against your clit. “Don’t forget who knew her first. Now stop moving those lips and focus on- hers.”
Gojo glares but doesn’t say anything more, only nudging the other man by his shoulder for more space. There’s a slight battle in the space between your legs- only drawing both men closer n’ closer to your cunt.
Gojo had his mouth plastered to your sopping cunt, lavishly licking into every orifice. And Geto- oh, Geto was doing the exact opposite.
Because while the nerdy boy was giving you everything that you wanted, Geto was pinching meanly at your clit and draaaaagging your cute nub until you felt like crying. Neglecting your clit when it felt like you were enjoying it too much.
They were sliding over each other and making out messily with your pussy—and each other.
“Tch- gay as hell.” Sukuna’s grumbling tone echoes, closer than you remember it. The sudden volume of it makes you look up with a jolt- only to realize that he was looming at the head of the bed. Looming right where you were.
Gojo spits out into your pussy, “Erm- bi, actually.”
“Does it look like I give a fuck?”
Ryomen Sukuna has had enough.
He takes in the way that Geto and Gojo were shoved between your legs rabidly. Barely even paying attention to him. Barely even breathing- and he admits his mouth waters just a little imagining just how sweet your cunt tasted…
But he’s instead focusing his attention on another pair of lips.
“I didn’t come here ta get fuckin’ cucked.” Sukuna rumbles, his meaty thighs resting on the space of mattress beside your head. The sole reason that Geto and Gojo had chosen Sukuna’s room in the first place was because of his king-sized bed. And you were damn lucky that it could fit all four of you. “So…”
You flinch.
“No need to be scared, mama, s’just me.” He’s patting his overlarge palm on top of your head, smoothing down your sweaty scalp. “And my ah- ‘friends’ here told me that a pretty gal like you wanted to be bred, hm? S’that true?”
You’re nodding through your tears, body twitching any time Gojo’s tongue curved just right. “Mhm- yes, fuck yes.”
“Bred by me you mean.” Gojo sputters out, drunken eyes turning up at Sukuna.
“Fuckin’ loser.” Sukuna sniffs, his prominent nose crinkling in distaste at the white-haired man.
But he’s setting his crimson sights back on you, smirk only seeming to grow at the awe on your face - ogling just how large the other man was. He was on a scholarship for wrestling, or so you’d heard…“So s’true, huh? Ya came here to be bred? What a filthy fuckin’ giiiiirl—”
Squirming restlessly, Geto was now starting to circle the nub of your clit with his ringed fingers and it was leaving your body in a tizzy. Every wadded ounce of cum that Geto was licking out of you, Gojo was shoving back in with his flexible tip. Refusing to let any of his seed go to waste- they were just so sloppy. Kissin’ you open-mouthed. Again and again. Both nose tips bustling against your puffy clit, their tongues slickly sliding against each other and shoving in alternating paces. Gojo’s hard and fast. Geto’s agonizingly thorough.
You whine, “Was just- hck! needy-”
“Oh I know all about how needy you are, woman.” Sukuna’s hands drop to the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “But do you even know my name?”
“Of course I do.” Your brows furrow, “You’re Ryomen Sukun—mmpf.”
Before Sukuna’s tugging down on the cottony hem of his pants and letting his raging erection smack! against his firm abs. Thick length. Drivelling tip. If you thought that Gojo was big, then Sukuna was just as big if not bigger…
An even more sultry number of veins that were overtaking the sides of his shaft - and now your mouth. He fits inside. He was so fucking hard that you could count each ravenous ba-dump! of his pulsations, shovelling and shoveling away-
“M-mmmpf—” You’re letting out muffled moans at the rough use of your mouth. Sukuna’s length seemed like it was never-ending. The tannish crown of his shaft finds the cute orifice of your mouth and opens away at your lips, wider and wider with every inch. Hips moving in solid, mean thrusts-
He snickers,“No, my name is Ryomen Sukuna. You don’t even know that, mama?”
“Mmm—” Letting out sinful noises at the feeling of his fat ball sack smacking against the side of your face with each of his movements, just so full with need for you. “Please-” You sob out - the only thing you can seem to sob out. “P-please-”
“Nuh uh, not that either.” He was having way too much fun with this. Plunging his thickened erection out and using the length to spank each side of your face. “Try again.”
“Ryo- oh.” But just as you’re trying to speak, Sukuna’s flooding your hot cavern with his salty tip once more. Almost as if he was chasing the vibrations of your voice, almost as if he was waiting for you to speak just so he can watch your pretty sentences break on his cock.
He grins from above, head cocking to the side to take in the lovely sight. “Tryyyy again—”
“Ryo- mmpf.” You’re gulping down his swollen inches - fuck, Sukuna was even thicker than he looked. Somehow filling up every orifice inside your mouth, it felt as if he was reaching for the dangly lil’ thing in the back of your throat and then even further.
Just slurp after slurp of his vicious hips movin’ back and forth.
He’s tightening his grip on the back of your head and humming. “Breathe with your nose, mama. Breathe with your nose.” The audacity to even act like he cares when he swabs the very back of your neck aggressively, “Relax that pretty throat f’me. Heh.” Just waiting until your airway was fully free, just waiting until you’d somewhat calmed down- before he’s arching his hips and slamming his puckered red tip inside. “Now that your voicebox knows me- try to say my name? Do you know my name?”
“R-Ryooo—” You’re gurgling through your spit and tears, “Ryo- ngh- men. Sukuna.”
“Atta girl.”
“Sukuna?” Gojo flinches as if he’d just been struck by lightning.
“Hm?” Geto peeks his eyes open as well, only to find that the pink-haired man had very much made himself at home pumpin’ away into your mouth. His velvety length stuffing your small cavern open. “It seems, Satoru, that we have some competition.”
Gojo growls, nipping at your folds meanly in his possessiveness. “Oi…who the fuck do you think you are blocking her cute air tract with your nasty fucking-”
But Geto only smiles with your slick glistening on his lips, “May the best man get to breed her cunt first.”
And you’re confused for only a split-second before there’s a sudden spike of pressure - from both ends.
From Gojo and Geto who were thrusting their tongues inside your cunt, from Sukuna who was never one to back down from a challenge. And he’s looking over at the two men who were bickering but suddenly united, and plastering both paws on top of your scalp to thrust inwards.
Letting his slick, drivellin’ tip hit the roof of your mouth and make you moan—
“Suguru-” Gojo hisses.
But Geto was already on it- Geto was already fiddling with his chunky metal rings to transfer them all onto his right hand. “Mmm, don’t you worry now, Satoru. I’ll teach you.” With his goal finally accomplished, he’s hooking his fingers against your folds and pryin’ them apart. “First, you’ve gotta tease the princess.”
He’s spitting inside your hole and thrusting his middle finger inwards.
Swirlin’ around your velvety channel for a few seconds before pulling back out when you start clenching- “S-Suguru…” Your voice echoes from above, and both men look towards you with primal eyes.
Geto cocks his head at Gojo, “See?”
“I-I see.” The other man looks as if he was on the verge of writing this all down.
“Then you’ve gotta- hah, take your time. Like this.”
“Like—oh.” You’re cut off by him sticking his finger back in. Letting his wet muscle expand and circle around your walls, his rings pokin’ away, a few times before edging back out.
“See?” Geto rasps, one of his thumbs pushin’ aside your folds to show your entrance off to the other man. “Look how she’s- hah, clenching like she wants to suck me back. You’ve gotta make her want it badly- s’fun to tease a pussy.”
Gojo nods eagerly.
“And for my last trick-” Oh, by the way he says it you already know that it doesn’t bode well for your sanity. The thickness of two fingers were now stretching your hole out wiiiiidely before running back out, thrusting in and out. In and out. In and out.
Probin’ with his silver rings near sweet spots that you didn’t even realize you had before.
At the same time, Geto runs his straight nose bridge down the line of your slit and ends up pressing on your clit. Just not enough pressure to satiate you, just enough pressure to make you sob out—“Fuck, stop teasing, Suguru.”
“And that’s how you treat a princess.”
Meanly.
“Let me.” Gojo gulps. His mouth waters at the milky display of your slick and his cum around Geto’s mouth, he shoves Geto aside with a muscular shoulder. “Let me.”
And it’s the last thing you’re seeing - that look of utter greed on Gojo’s face - before the white-haired man leans himself in reaaaaal close to your pussy. He’s nudging his straight nose bridge between your plump folds and ending up pressing down on your clit, letting his watery tastebuds swing out and-
And then Gojo Satoru was eating you out like a madman.
Geto had scooped out the wads of his best friend’s cum, and Gojo’s moaning at the mess that gushes around his mouth and onto his pinkish tastebuds. Blue irises sprinting to the back of his skull, raw lips falling agape. Geto’s breath hitches as he notices the change immediately- “Wait, Satoru, you’re going to-”
“M’going to breed her again.” Gojo spits out, “S’gonna be me not him-”
He was going to say that Gojo was going to forget how to breathe if he went on like this - but he gets the feeling that his best friend doesn’t even want to breathe right now…
Doesn’t want to do anything but grab onto either side of your thighs and shove himself even deeper. His fat tongue slipping out and smacking! against your pussy, his tastebuds searching any and every corner for a taste of you, his pussy-muddled brain not even knowing what he’s doing as he’s thrusting and thrusting.
Face pushing until the rim of his glasses pressed up against your pussy and he didn’t even see to realize—
“O-oh, fuck.” You’re gurgling out in a shrill tone, and Geto looks on at your pretty expressions in interest. “S’going in so deep. Satoru, you’re just so needy-”
Sukuna raises a brow, “Heeeeh?”
“Yeah, so fuckin’ needy, Satoru.” Geto repeats in his smoky tone, eyeing both of your feverish motions with interest. Gojo was face-down in your pussy and lapping at your cunt with a primal wildness, pinning down your squirming hips. Any time that your restless body tries to move away, he’s draaaagging you down to drag across his pretty face, he sticks his tongue so rapidly in and out of you that his tongue is nothing but a pinkish blur.
Completely the opposite of Geto’s mean, torturous methods.
And, well, he can’t fall behind now, can he?
Without warning, the dark-haired man reaches his hand to shove not one- not two- but three of his ringed fingers down your tight channel.
Gojo startles at the intrusion and moves-
“Ah ah.” Geto murmurs, grabbing him by the back of the neck and shoving him into your wet cunt once more. “Stay.”
His nose glidin’ down your slit, furiously rubbing and rubbing his textured tastebuds against it until you’re opening up more for Geto. Inside it. Anywhere and everywhere.
Geto was absolutely pummelling your cunt with his fingers now, while Gojo moved onto sucking your clit as if it was his favorite candy. “Mmm—-Sug…Satoru.” Moans meshing into one, as if you didn’t even know what to utter. “It feels so- oh.”
“So what?” Sukuna scoffs, reaching down to smack your right tit. “Don’t test me now, mama. Don’t make me- hngh, shut you up proper with my cock.”
He’s grabbing one of your hardened nipples and pinching at the peak in a way that makes you whine- “Kuna- Kuna- Kuna-”
“Yeahhh, that’s more like it. Keep saying my name- until you memorize it. Until you memorize my fuckin’ cock.”
“Suguru, do something.” Poor, inexperienced Gojo can merely watch as his pretty girl’s taken over by the pink-haired man once more. He’s flicking furiously at your bundle of nerves- and yet you couldn’t do anything but out muffled whimpers with Sukuna’s hot cock shoved into your mouth. “My girl’s been- ngh, won over-”
“Your girl?” Geto raises one brow, but looks up at you anyways.
Fuck, this angle between your legs was just perfect - he could see the way that your throat expanded and outlined the sheer thickness of Sukuna’s girth. Just so massive that every thrust had his cylindrical intrusion bulging against your neck. Again and again.
And he can’t help but catch Sukuna’s red eyes, cocking his head over. He gestures—straddle her.
A signal that the other men understands instantly.
A sinful smile spreads across Sukuna’s lips, “I like the way you think, punk-rock.”
And Gojo can only watch, slack-jawed, as the wrestler pulls his fat cock out of your mouth and tap-tap-taps the tip on your tongue a few times. Letting your pretty lips water just a bit - just enough to wet your tastebuds enough - before he’s moving over your head in one fluid motion until. Before he’s behind your head completely.
Before his rude hips plummet his inches between your lips.
You’re moaning so loud-
The vibrations zipping up from his honed cockhead and up his spine. “Fuck- didn’t know such a sweet mouth could even make a sound like that.” Sukuna’s grumbling underneath his breath, fucking gnawing down on his bottom lip to keep from making too many noises himself. “Now I get why those two bastards are obsessed with you, ma.”
Thrusting away wildly, Gojo pulls away with a gasp. “Suguru, you traitor-”
“Easy there, easy there.” The other man breezes, giggling at the cutesy way your body lurches back and forth with Sukuna’s jackhammers.
You flinch as you feel something metallic and cold plunge into your deepest, deepest depths—hitting almost near your g-spot. Geto hums, “And that goes for you, too, gorgeous.” He gives you a vulgar few strokes of his fingertips, reaching for your sweet spot every time. And yet- still not reaching it, he was teasing you until you wanted to sob. “Did you know that I play bass?”
“I did know- I do.” You cry out.
“Then, you probably know…” A final thrust - all the way from the curvaceous edge of his middle, his index, his ring finger and doooown to each ringed base - that sets your teeth on edge. “-that I’m real good with the g-spot. Whoops, I mean-”
Somehow between Sukuna’s vicious thrusts you manage out, “S-Suguru—” Because just then, he’s shoving your velvety walls apart to push against your softest spot in an instant.
“-yeah no. I meant g-spot.”
“Heeeeeh…” Sukuna whistles, “You’re good.” Watching as the dark-haired man then utterly ruins you with a mere few movements of his fingers, they’re finding each tender spot inside you perfectly. Rings being used to mark exactly where and when Geto was thrusting away - but no matter what, he always ended with his frigid rings pushed against your g-spot. Purposefully glidin’ those geometrical edges of his rings against your sensitive nerves- “But I’m better.”
“Kuna, oh my god—” You babble out as he uses both hands to grab onto your tits now, his long fingers pinching your nipples and rolling them between each padded digit.
It was just insanity.
Geto with his globular fingertips finding your g-spot again and again, Sukuna with his hot cock filling you up again and again- and Gojo. Oh…Gojo was just gluing his pouty lips against your entrance.
Geto’s tongue meeting his in an open-mouthed kiss, the white-haired man pulls away- only to latch onto that pretty perky clit above your hole. “S-say my name, too, sweetheart.” You can just barely hear Gojo’s plead over the cacophony of other sultry noises filling up the room, “Say my name-”
You can just barely feel the sharp spark of pleasure coming from Gojo finding your clit and sucking. Like his life depended on it. “Say my name while you cum.” His pale brows furrow, and every luxurious lick at your cunt was all that he ever needed in life, all that made him glide his glasses down your front pussy. All that it took to make you mooooan straight into Sukuna’s cock. “Say m-my name while you cum, please?” At least he had manners still.
Before your entire body erupts in a high so sudden and strong that you don’t even realize it’s taken over until after Gojo himself comments on it- “She’s cumming.” He breathes out, almost in disbelief. Gojo feels his cock twitch at the way you’re cumming on his tongue- and reaches his free hand down to fist it angrily. “She’s cumming she’s—mmpf.”
“If she’s cumming then fuck her through her orgasm instead of running yer big mouth.” Geto grabs the back of his best friend’s neck and shoves him in again - which Gojo was glad to indulge in. Glad to gnaw on the knob of your little clit, until his lips felt so raw that they might as well fall off.
And while Gojo made out with your pussy, Geto was fingering you crazily. His honed fingertips plucked at your bliss, hitting your g-spot precisely at every peak. Again and again.
“L-like this, Suguru?” Gojo gurgles out.
“Mhm, faster.”
They’re speeding up- Gojo letting go of his cock just to delve in even deeper, and Geto has to be the one to pump his best friend’s length.
You sob, “Satoru—mmmpf.”
“Shit, maybe you two bastards aren’t half-bad.” Sukuna muses, a pinkish brow raising at just how much you moaned and thrashed underneath the two men. His hips only grew faster.
All three men were absolutely ravishing you through your high, those little sparks of pleasure going up from your pummeled cunt to your pummeled throat. “Mmm—” Just about the only thing that you’re ever going to be able to get out at this rate, “Feels- good- ngh- good-”
“Yeah, but which one’s yer favorite, mama?” Sukuna spits. Nestling his heavy balls against your face while he shoves his cockhead lung-deep-
“At least let her finish her orgasm first.” Gojo seethes, his glasses completely fogged by now.
“Yer too fucking nice.” Sukuna bites back, “She likes being all roughed up, doesn’t she?”
“No, she likes indulgent-”
And they’re both speeding up their ministrations, Gojo going craaaaazy with the heart patterns he was drawing on your clit while Sukuna twisted his fingers even harder over your nipples. You’re practically held hostage by the pleasure.
And the only thing you can do is ride out wave after wave of your bliss, still being absolutely demolished from all angles by the three men when it’s finally starting to peter out.
You twitch, “S-Suguru—”
Because you knew that the pierced man would be the only one much too happy to stop you from getting what you need - but you’re surprised to find…that Geto merely shrugs you off with a grin. The one overstimulating you with his fingers until you’re crying-
“Keh…” Sukuna eyes the sobs you’re heaving out, though he doesn’t stop himself. He’s pumping out a few wads of creamy white, before pressing a thumb on top of his shaft to stop himself from releasing too much before he actually got to breed you. “Don’t make her tap out just yet.”
“Suguru…”
But he doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t even slow down until you’re being probed by his sultry fingertips all the way until a second orgasm. It flashes through you like a sudden fever, your entire body breaking out in a cold sweat.
Jaw dropping.
Back arching off of the mattress.
You’re so sensitive by this point that even the lightest graze of Gojo’s canines against your clit makes you whimper n’ whine. Great heaving tears making their way down your cheeks, you’re nothing against the three sets of strong arms that hold you down so they could properly eloooongate your zapping pleasure.
And Geto Suguru doesn’t stop until he’s well and thoroughly fucked you through each mountain of your electrified high, and perhaps even all the way into a third-
“Aaaaand that’s enough outta you.”
“Yeah-” Gojo huffs, his pout pretty on his lips. “-you don’t get to hog her orgasms all for yourself, Suguru.”
Geto gives a final long liiiiiick with his pierced tongue.
Your brain is all muddled and stupid by the time that Geto with his love for overstimulating you is pulled off. You’re pushed further up the sweat-dampened mattress, sandwiched between Gojo and Sukuna from either side.
“So…” Sukuna asks, “Who won?”
“Me- she moaned my name-” Gojo grumbles up at the man. You whine at the way both their toned cores surround you, it’s as if you were a ragdoll they wanted to play around with.
“Yeah right, you had first dibs.” Sukuna scowls, eyes narrowing into slits. “And ya ruined it. Now I get to fuck her pretty pussy-”
“How about me, gorgeous?” Geto wasn’t waiting around to argue with his friends - he was cupping your dazed face and asking you directly. But you were so damn far gone that you couldn’t even begin to formulate a coherent response before-
“No, Suguru.”
“Fuck no.”
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.
You were right about Ryomen Sukuna being rough.
Because he was fucking you rough. And hard. And fast.
And ruthless.
It seems that the winner of last round’s ‘challenge’ had been none other than Gojo Satoru - based on the fact that his name had been the first one you’d moaned during your first orgasm. Perhaps his accolades as president of the debate club wasn’t just in name…
They’d unanimously decided that Geto Suguru, the traitor, wasn’t deserving of fucking you after that little stunt he’d pulled earlier. Overstimulating you until tears—how could he! Without both of them, of course…
And so Gojo had left you in your stupidly fucked state.
Merely hovering over you- the tips of his ears red, the head of his cock dripping wet already. He’d pressed just about half of his swollen shaft between your pussylips before - expectedly - cumming again in less than two strokes.
He just couldn’t handle the feeling of your hot cunt. Just the sensation of you throbbin’ away around him like that was too much for the bespectacled nerd to handle, his entire body shaking as he spurted his white seed all over your pussylips. Hot and syrupy, it dripped all over you and down onto the sheets below. Pink lips jutted out when he felt himself reach his high again, “I…I did it again, sweetheart.” He’d told you, shamefully.
And you’d barely gotten two comforting words out- “It’s alright, Toru—”
Before Sukuna had shoved him over.
“My fuckin’ turn.”
And now you were laid out against Sukuna’s chiselled back, feeling each ripped muscle move n’ flex against your own. Vicious. Vulgar. He was heaving after each thrust, he was hitting the very spongy end of your cervix, he was bending your back against his front—a hand scouring down your front to feel his cylindrical length impale you-
A full fucking nelson.
By none other than the wrestling star himself.
“A star player—fuck.” Sukuna’s raspy voice whispers into your ear, hooking his pointed chin at your shoulder and preventing you from moving a single inch away from him. Thud-thud-thud, his rotund tip could be felt all the way against your scratchy throat. And you swear you could taste the salty flavor of his gooey liquids. “M’gonna fuck a s-star athlete into you, woman- the best junior wrestling champion this world has ever seen.”
Gojo surges up from his chair in the corner - the one Geto and Sukuna had been sitting in earlier in the night. “She hasn’t even taken yet-”
“Ah ah- what’s that?” Sukuna interrupts between thrust after thrust. He looks around as if he’d just heard an indistinguishable noise from somewhere in the room, “What- oh.”
And you’re watching speechlessly when Sukuna’s honed fingertips slither down your front to squeeze your clit.
“It’s this pussy begging me to get her pregnant-” His pinkish brow raises, “Oh- the best Olympic wrestler this world has ever seen? How ambitious, mama.”
Gojo spits, “Fucker-”
“You hear something?” And Sukuna was taunting him - Sukuna was playing right in Gojo’s face. His big beefy arms looping underneath your thighs and giving them a forceful tug- he’s spreading your limbs out as far as they’d go.
Making your soppin’ wet pussylips smeaaaar wide open and making the other two men throw envious looks your way. “Sounds like a little bitc-”
“Oh, please—” You’re bucking through your sobs. A particularly aggressive stroke has you damn near jumping out of his arms- but Sukuna’s only tightening his grip and bringing you riiiight back down to feel his cock.
You weren’t escaping any time soon.
“C’mere, woman.” His tone was almost a warning, speaking down to you as if you were dumbified on his cock already—and you were close. Oh, were you close. The wrestler’s cock was just so thiiiick that his veins massage your tiniest orifices without even trying. Long glides. Hard throbs. “How m’I going to- heh, fuck you pregnant if you keep trying to run?”
“Well…”
He continues, “In the first place, you don’t think you can run from a wrestler, can you?”
Blinking your wide teary eyes up at him, “I can’t…?”
And it was almost too cute how stupid you were on his pistoning hips already, mouth splashing out saliva every time he was hittin’ a gooood spot inside you. Sukuna chuckles, “No, you can’t.” As if to prove his point, he holds you down to his glissading abs and swabs your wettened cervix. “But ya sure can fuckin’ try- ya won’t make two steps before I have you on my cock again.”
“Well that’s just n-not fair—” You’re trilling out at the way he bends you just a liiiiittle further against him. Both hands gripped primally onto your hips and not letting you get too far.
Not letting you get far at all, actually. You can barely even breathe without Sukuna bouncing your body right back and knockin’ the wind out of your lungs with his puckered tip. “Ya can’t handle it if I bend you a little like thiiiiiis—”
“F-fuck!” Sobbing at the way he further spreads your legs, bringing them up until the caps of your knees were striking your tits.
“And then just a little like thiiiiiis—” Sukuna arches his hips lightly off the dampened sheets to rover his cocktip inside. Arching you against him.
Ryomen Sukuna loved manhandling you.
“Oh my g-god-” It’s just about the only thing you can blubber out, your sentences hitching in your throat. “Shit, I didn’t even know I could bend like this…”
“Why’re you crying, mama?” Sukuna coos, though there was something decidedly dangerous in his tone. Almost as if in alarm, your pussy starts throbbing harder and he snickers as he feels it- one of his roughened thumbs come to wipe away at your tears.
“It’s j-just-”
“It’s j-j-just the entire future of wrestling that depends on this pussy right here.” He’s mocking you. He’s teasing you. Not in the same way that Geto would - Sukuna had you immobile and was bullying you with both his mouth and his rugged, roverin’ tip.
His plump cockhead gapes out your cute hole, ending up in your deepest depths. He manages to leave you jolting after the pressure of each one. And after that bulbous intrusion then his inches just seem to go on and on and on—“S’a biiiig deal, mama. So you understand why I hafta fuck you a little ngh- rough, riiiight? So you understand why I hafta wrestle you a little, riiiight?”
Until you can feel Sukuna bash away even at your throat-
So hard that your eardrums almost pop- “It just feels so-”
Only to get overshadowed by the slurping squelches of your own cunt. Which only makes the pink-haired man grin, “There. It’s been decided then.”
“What are you…” Your dazed eyes widen, looking up into his rouge ones for an answer.
But the only answer he’s listening to? The background music of your pussy.
Sukuna’s nodding in agreement with the slick wet sounds that escape you, even more of it increasing in volume once he lets his precum fill you up to the very brim. Dripping past your pussylips, “Now now-” For only a few split-seconds before one set of Sukuna’s rugged fingertips swipe the syrup back in. “-none of that. That’s at least a couple million yen you’re losing there, girl. If m’fuckin’ it inside ya then keep it inside ya.”
You quiver, zaps of electricity floating through you when he reaches down and pinches your throbbing clit. “And i-if I can’t…?”
“As my son’s manager, I can’t have that.”
He was picking and choosing management opportunities already?!
You see, the King of the Ring was hellbent on fucking you right - on getting his seed to be the one that took inside your sopping wet walls.
He was fucking you like he meant it - he was going to complete that mission one way or the other. He was drilling into you with a primal cadence, bulbous tip press-press-pressing inside to swab away at your every single orifice—
You’re jerking on top of him at the pleasure, and Sukuna’s immediately putting you in a headlock.
Gojo surges up to his feet in outrage.
But the fraternity president wasn’t paying the other men a single ounce of attention- merely tightening his bulging biceps around your neck. Leaving you nothing but a limp ragdoll for him to pump his inches into, thick and hot at the thought of impregnating you. “And as his father-” Sukuna shoots you a cocky smirk that the other two can see, “-m’not letting you walk out of this bedroom without carrying my child.”
He throbs inside you and you whimper.
“Suguru, I can’t stand this-” Gojo’s taking a step closer, chair damn near clattering to the ground.
He was donning his boxers for now, though his best friend was naked and proudly pumping his cock at the sight of Sukuna fucking you like a crazed man. Hard and fast. Hard and fast.
Soft pants leave the bassist’s mouth, throwing his head back with a grown as he watches Sukuna reach down and pinch your clit. He’s peeking ahead at the sight with a partially-cracked lid, “Satoru, give me my phone.”
Gojo’s brows raise, “What?”
“Give me my phone.”
It’s in quick, jerky movements that the white-haired man does. He tries not to stare too long at the moving couple in the bed but…fuck, he, too, was so damn hard at this point that he was dripping precum through his boxers.
Gojo practically shoves the phone into Geto’s arms.
He unlocks it with a chuckle and heads straight to the-
“You’re recording-”
“Shhhh…” Geto chortles, raising his camera up. “We’ve talked about it before, she’s said it’s alright. Now shut up, it’s getting to the best part.”
It really was. The video captures the scene perfectly: you’re still being manhandled in this full nelson. Draaaagged back and forth every time that Sukuna’s cock glides inside you, hitting a spot particularly delicate.
He was just so muscular, with his cock plumpened up so much that Gojo almost wondered how you were taking all of him. Your cervix must be completely bruised by him now, and the camera manages to record how the skin ‘round his pelvis was burning red.
Again and again and again.
The two of them were practically hypnotized by the rough way you were being fucked. Pounded, more like. The musician zooms in on the vision of your puckered lips, swollen with prolonged contact with Sukuna’s massive balls. Gooey puddles of Gojo’s cum from earlier dripping all around them. Smack-smack-smack!
It takes just a few more of those and a final pinch on your clit to make you shatter- your orgasm taking over you like a tidal wave.
White flashing behind your eyelids.
Spine arching into the perfect curvature on top of him.
Sukuna’s muscular front provides the best cushy surface for you to get lost in your high, one that leaves you limp and boneless on top of him. “P-please, Kuna…” Geto damn hopes that the audio managed to pick up your ravaged whines. “Cumming—”
“You don’t think that I don’t know that?” He hums, and you notice that his voice sounds so much more ragged than before. “Yer feeling like fuckin’ waterpark down there, woman.”
“O-oh…” Your maw drops, as if you just now realize how wet with arousal you were. Leaking all over his scruffy pink happy trail-
“Orgasm left you stupid already, huh?”
You can only mindlessly nod.
All three men find their achin’ erections throbbing - the pink-haired man most of all with his swirlin’ tip tortured by the clenches of your orgasm. It almost pained him to pull out, even if it was to savagely thrust back in again.
And again. And again and again and again-
Geto whistles as the last few seconds of the recording capture the way that a sudden ring of white froths at your entrance. Sukuna pumping in his cum with a drawn-out groan—
The sharp tone of the video ending echoes out in the bedroom. Though you certainly couldn’t hear with the way your eardrums were popped with the pressure of his thrusts.
And Geto? Geto worked silently, as Gojo gawked behind him.
“S-send me that recording…”
“Mhm.”
SUGONDEEZNUTS sent an attachment to ‘Juno, y’know?’
SUGONDEEZNUTS added Prof. Nanami Kento.
He clicks off the phone and enjoys the show.
“A star wrestler-” Sukuna’s spitting between his gritted canines, the edges of his lips squirking up into a vicious grin. He flattens one of his hands down on top of your core - right above where his thickened tip was plummeting into your womb.
Pushing down and you could already feel the glutinous layers of his cum start to slide around you, sploshin’ out of your hole. It leaks out of you and he wonders just how much that much was able to fit inside because fuck—he’s cumming more than he ever has in his entire life. “Look at thaaaaat- we’re gonna have a star wrestler, mama. Better get ready, girlie, because m’gonna fuck an entire team of Olympians into you.”
“Please-” You yelp as his headlock on you tightens.
Flexing his incredible muscles against your neck, “And are you gonna run away?” It blocks every ounce of air from escaping.
“N-no…”
“Are you gonna tap out?”
“No-”
“Mmm—then how about we start thinking of the baby names-”
“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, shall we?” Geto’s breezy voice soothes out into the saturated air. It’s not too long before you’re hearing footsteps headed to where you lay utterly muddled. “After all, there’s more of us waiting.”
You shiver.
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Nanami Kento wasn’t having a particularly good day, no.
For starters, he’d just been informed by one of his freshman students that half the campus thought he was in his thirties already—he was a damn TA in the first place! He wasn’t even an official professor (though he did plan to be one, so perhaps they were right on that note…)
And then his morning class slept through a particularly riveting presentation on the Kamakura period, then his (totally not favorite…alright perhaps favorite) student didn’t show up for your allotted office time with him, and now he was stuck grading papers of students who couldn’t care less about shogunate lifestyles.
Or at least he was.
He was grading papers of students who couldn’t care less about shogunate lifestyles.
That’s until he got the text.
With none other than said favorite student, you, featured front and center in its contents.
Now he was walking as fast as his long legs could take him to the most infamous fraternity house on all of campus: Curses Epsilon.
And let it be known that Professor Nanami Kento has never clocked out of the history department earlier in his entire life-
“Oh, fuh-fuck—” You’re blabbering out stupidly, tears cascading your eyes at incredible volumes. The three men inside this room just had you ruined on their cocks - Gojo hadn’t been given a chance again after his last two mishaps, Sukuna had just finished rubbin’ your pussy walls raw, and now it was Geto’s chance. Finally.
You were on all fours - bawling face pushed into Sukuna’s pillows, your ass raised high in the air.
The bassist had his index and middle fingers pulled into two honed tips, pressin’ away at your g-spot like it was a treasure trove he was uncovering. Push-push-pushing, Geto managed to force your tired body into one more orgasm, two more orgasms, three more org-
And that was when Professor Nanami Kento had arrived.
First, he’d knocked. Sharp and sensible - the frat house door had been unlocked, you see.
And it’d been none other than Geto himself who pulled his fingers cleanly out of your cunt and walked to the door. Slurping away at the treacly mess you’d left on his fingers- “You’re late, Kento.”
With a gasp, you’re pulling the sheets up to your chest- but Gojo had stopped you in your tracks—“But I wanna stare at your pretty cunt while she leaks, sweetheart…”
“Fuckin’ needy.” Geto had thrown his silky locks over his shoulder, rolling his eyes at his best friend’s antics. Then he turns back to the blond man who was trying hard not to stare at you on the bed—but he couldn’t help the way his eyes roamed. Fuck, he was only a man after all. “You know we almost thought you weren’t coming.”
Nanami gulps at the way Geto very obviously suckles the candied glaze of your juices from his fingers. One by one.
You whimper at the display.
“Clearly.” Nanami’s eyes then shift slowly from the man before him to you on the bed, your eyes dazed with your high, your legs clenched together. But not even that can stop the constant overflow of creamy white leaking from between them. Overspilling. “Is that why none of you have fucked her properly yet?”
Geto’s dark brows raise in amusement, “Excuse me?”
“If you’re going to get her pregnant, then do it properly.”
Everyone’s jaws drop a little at the statement the professor is giving, and Nanami only soundlessly steps inside. Letting the door close behind him.
He has only one target and one target only - you.
The blond-haired man steps towards you with purpose, starting to shrug off that formal jacket that fit him so well—
“Hello, my darling.” Nanami sighs, “On your back now.”
4. Nanami Kento.
The HOTTEST prof/ TA this campus has ever seen
Such a gentleman (opens doors, eye contact even when wearing skimpy tops, reads feminist books omg)
Mature
Some think he’d be dry in bed tho…
Nanami Kento was not dry in bed. Nanami Kento was not dry in bed.
Oh, how many times have you dreamed of this day? Wearing your shortest skirts to Professor Nanami’s lectures, daydreaming away just how it might feel to have him bend you over his sleek mahogany desk.
Though in no time what he was bending were really your legs.
Right over his broad shoulders, they were folding just so pliably—he’s patting upon each side of your wobbly limbs with a hum. “Not too hard for you now, is it, my love?” You’re shaking your head, growing wetter at the nickname- and Gojo groans as he watches you.
Nanami smiles, “Mmmm, good.” Then he’s reaching an arm out towards the headboard and grabbing one of Sukuna’s pillows.
“Wha’s that for, Nanami?” You’re blurting out stupidly.
“This?” He’s cooing down at you in a soft tone, one that’s so sweet that it makes your entire body heat up. Especially your cunt. Deciding that it would be much easier for your muddled mind to be shown instead- Nanami slides the puffy pillow underneath your hips to raise them a little. “This is for helpin’ that cute cunt of yours actually keep all the cum she’s been given. Does that make sense?”
You nod. He was just so gentle-
“You’re going to address me as ‘sir’, alright?” Fuck—you were mistaken. How did you not notice the steely look in Nanami’s eyes? How did you forget that he was known not only as the most handsome professor on campus - but also the most strict. “Now, does that make sense?”
Just barely managing to breathe, “Y-yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Shit, it makes your orifice geyser out in more impossible wads of slick. And your back’s arching instantly the moment he tugs down his pants, and you feel Nanami’s large reddish tip enter between your legs. “Fuck, that feels so good, Ken—sir.”
“Good girl- good girl.” He’s hushing out your tiny cries, placing a soothing hand on top of your sweaty scalp. Which you thought was nice, which you thought was sweet- but you’re realizing that that gesture was actually to push down on your body and keep you from jerking away every time he was lightly plunging his cock in. Nanami presses down on your head, “We have a lot to learn now, don’t we?”
“Y-yess—oh.” Your voice cracks embarrassingly at the thick shaft that Nanami was sinking in.
You didn’t get quite as good of a look at him, but you could tell that his entire length was just a little bigger than Geto’s. Not quite as long as Gojo, but with even more veins and the prettiest tuft of golden hair on his base.
Somehow, what was special about Nanami was just how perfectly he was curved.
Just a few sultry degrees to the side. He’s managing to drag-drag-draaaaag the puckered end of his cock down your walls. Pinkish and puckered, kissin’ all at the ridges down your sides- headed straaaaaight towards your sweet spots as if he already knew where they were. “Have you done your homework, my darling?”
“H-homework?” You cry out.
“Mhm—” Nanami was easing inside your pussy with languid thrusts - and though he seemed to calm and collected on the surface, you could spot the furrow between his brows. The line of perspiration that ran down his forehead. The way his heavy balls seemed to tighten the more he slipped inside- “Have you researched the conditions best for- hah, pregnancy?”
“I…well…” You’re shyly looking away - you admit that you had done some, you hadn’t gone into this entire thing unaware. But having your history professor look at you like this just left you speechless, as though he was looking straight through you.
He’s smiling down fondly at you, “If only you spent a little longer studying instead of- mmm—” Pounding out a particularly hard thrust that leaves you seeing stars, “-instead of daydreaming about fucking me, hm?”
You gasp, “How did you-”
“Why, you’ve been dressing like a slut in my class for the entire semester, my love- how could I not know?”
And the only thing you can do is moan out like the slut he believes you were - your legs spread high on his shoulders, your pussy letting out the most filthy slurps and squelches as he’s easing inside.
Hard and thorough, Nanami’s fucking himself inside you in slashes- just grazing his honed tip against your sweetest spots. Before pulling away when you start to twitch for more, more more—
“So close-” You blubber out, “S-so close, Nana-”
“Excuse me?”
“Sir.” Correcting yourself in a single second.
It’s then that Nanami’s leaning in reeeeal close, and you’re looking up at the handsome man through your lashes. “Good girl.” What you’re presented with is a splat! of his saliva being spat down, Nanami holding open your jaw to let it slide all the way towards the back of your throat. “Now that’s to fix that dirty mouth of yours- better not make that mistake again, alright?”
Nodding, “Y-yes sir…”
“Good. Now let’s see if you did your research- let’s see if you can answer my questions, and we’ll see if you deserve to have a baby fucked into you, alright?”
“Yes, s—oh.” You’re barely even given the time to compute his sentence before your sinful examination starts. And Nanami folds you deeper in on yourself, easily rubbin’ his scorching hot tip against the very back of your cervix-
You start to shake at the feeling of his primal stretch and whine—“Now now, quiet during an examination. Or are you fucked too stupid to not even remember that, hm?” It just made you so dizzy how Nanami Kento was so stoic, sensible, sweet - and yet he had these moments where something predatory slipped beneath the cracks and left you speechless. “First question, who was it that fucked you first?”
Your head slips to the side of your pillow, locking eyes with a certain white-haired man that’d slipped his hand beneath his boxers. Lightly pumping- almost reluctantly but he just couldn’t help himself. “Satoru…”
“Hm…” Nanami inclines his head at the man, blond locks plastering on his head. “And who was it that fucked you the hardest?”
“Sukuna—” Teary eyes blinking at the fraternity president, the way his crimson eyes narrowed at the sight. “K-Kuna did.”
“And I assume that Geto Suguru was the one who was the fuckin’ filthiest?” As the other man speaks, Geto’s giggle echoes out over the question. “True or false?”
“T-True—”
“Three correct in a row, that’s a hatrick.” His rugged thumb reaches down and glides between your pussylips, collecting the dewdrops of syrup drivelling out of you. “Well done- you deserve a little- hah, reward for that, don’t you agree?” The professor doesn’t even wait for your response before that very same digit of his presses down on your clit like a button. “Does that feel good, my love?”
And you’re so sensitive by the constant sultry assaults on your cunt, “Y-yes, so good—”
Only for Nanami’s tantalizing rolls over your clit to turn into a pinch—
“Wrong answer, darling.”
You scream out at the maddening answer, “Wh-what do you-” Head snapping up in surprise, before it’s suddenly falling back into the pillows at the surge of pleasure. You saw the look in his eyes. “I mean sir—yes, sir.”
“I fear your time is up, my love.”
“What- oh.”
And it’s the last thing you’re able to get out before-
Before Nanami shoves both your thighs up until they’re ruthlessly hitting your tits. Before Nanami’s bending you into such a pliable shape beneath him. Before Nanami plummets straight to the deepest end of your channel to strike your cervix.
Fucking you firm. Hard. He’s mapped out every inch of you with only a few animalistic swabs, “Three out of four, that’s 75%—you did better than I could’ve hah-hoped, darling.” Blond brows raising, “Though you did make a careless mistake-”
“I’m sorry—” You’re botching out through the husky cries in your throat, “I’m sorry, sir-”
“So your final grade should come down to…” The professor trails off, his vulgar strokes thumpin’ away at your womb. Nanami shows no mercy for the bruises of his circumference he’s sure to be forming there, Nanami shows no signs of stopping- “-a fail.”
Your eyes snap wide open—“N-no please, isn’t there something else I can do to make up for it-” Fluttering your lashes in just the way you knew he liked - the same one you used all those times when you stayed behind his classes for something stupid. “-sir?”
Nanami’s biting down on his stern lower lip with a shiver, “You’re lucky you’re my favorite.”
And then with no trouble, he’s placing a direct thump to the sweetest spot on the side of your channel that makes you scream. Just the sweetest speck that he’s pushing in on.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
The blond-haired man leans down till the strands of his slicked hair tickle your forehead, panting into your open mouth. “Then how about another assignment, hm? Extra credit?”
You nod fervently, sure that some rational part of you knew that this won’t actually affect your semester’s grades. And yet there was some other part of you that just wanted to please him, to jerk your hips up into his with the cutest whimpers. “Please- please, I’d be so grateful, sir.”
“I need you…” You’re awaiting the rest of his sentence eagerly—but Nanami Kento takes his looooong lecherous time pumping his cock into you in the meantime. Push after push. Breath after breath against the shell of your ear, “-to get pregnant by me.”
That was your assignment?
That was your assignment?
It sends your mind into a tizzy, and you’re just about opening your mouth to answer-
When the bed dips beside you.
You’re looking up into the murky peripherals of Geto Suguru, his smile almost feline on his beautiful face. He looks between your shocked expression and Nanami’s furrowed brows, throwing his locks over his shoulder. “What? I thought class was in session?”
Nanami grumbles, “Don’t push it…”
“You don’t expect more than one student at a time?” He’s humming, milky thighs now splayed out on the mattress. You’re gulping as you watch him cup his thickened base with one hand, giving his red-hot length a few pumps. “It’s alright, I’ll just sit alllll the way at the very back-”
And you gasp at the feeling of him pressing his veiny shaft into your open palm. Curling his ringed fingers around your smaller ones to give his erection a drag—
“-you won’t even- hck! know m’here.”
“Tch-” Nanami clicks his tongue, channeling the tension at having the other man use your pretty self- into none other than your cunt. Into none other than thwacking! his heavy shaft deeper, harder, into you.
You’re starting to get pushed up to the headboard, doing your very best to keep a constant rhythm on Geto’s handjob. “Please- ngh, please m’not gonna last long-”
“I can’t bear it either.” Gojo’s shaky tone rings out.
He’s taking just one step before Nanami sternly barks- “Another step and I bribe all your professors into failing you this semester.”
The blue-eyed man slouches in and grumbles.
All as the other two ruin you-
“Then here’s a mini-quiz for you, gorgeous.” Geto hums, and Nanami glares at the other man. He continues as if he doesn’t see, “Who’s going to cum first- A). You…” And it sure was heading in that direction, if the way that Nanami was hitting your g-spot dead-on was anything to go by - you didn’t even know how he managed to spot it so precisely. The ratios of it being molded into your very cunt by his cock- “B). Professor Nanami Kento, here.”
His ruby tip twitches deep against the gummy depths of your walls, spurting out a wad of promising white pre.
“Or C). Me.”
And despite being you who was asked the question, it’s Nanami who’s speaking up. “I don’t care what it is.” He runs a free hand down the front of your stomach, “As long as my daughter’s healthy.”
When he’d first walked through those fraternity doors, you’d expected Nanami to have been the restrained one. Perhaps the one that was more put-together than the other, perhaps the one that wouldn’t have been as affected by the little ongoing challenge to get you pregnant.
And yet, you’re realizing that perhaps your professor was a family man after all.
In no time he’s dragging his cock out with a groan, letting the golden curls down his front scrape your skin carnally. Before with a final thrust- you’re cumming. Again.
“Shit-” Head growing airy at the feeling of him bruisin’ your bundle of nerves again and again and again. “How are you s-so good at hitting- that- spot-”
“Fuck, look at the way she’s dripping.” Gojo’s awed tone breaks across your synchronized moans.
At the same time, both men on top of you were burstin’ out into their own white-hot high. And from the edge of the room, the other two could see the coating of pure white around Nanami’s lengthy cock as he fucks his miry ribbons inside.
Spraying your insides like a flood. Hot and wet.
It’s a constant wave of creamy white overtaking the spots inside your walls, thoroughly glazing you from the inside. Gluing your thighs together. Feeling the salty aftertaste at your throat. “Sh-shit, oh my god.” And not a single drop was wasted because of the pillow he’d smartly kept underneath you- “I feel so full, sir.”
“Sir? How kinky.” Geto’s panting out, thighs falling open. It only takes you a few slippery pumps to realize that he was pourin’ out his orgasm as well. Down your wrist. Splattering onto your face.
Gliding uuuuup and down, uuuuup and down in an unsteady rhythm- shit, he has to admit that even those little jerks you give when Nanami smacks his hips onto yours felt good. Geto starts rutting up into you, his fuzzy black happy trail scratching your skin.
Soaking with his cum.
Nanami’s nose crinkles when Geto dips a hand down to swipe at his treacly syrup and smear it all over your lips. “You, Suguru…” As if to say that your lips belonged to him, as if daring the other man to kiss you this way.
“What about me?”
“If you thought that would stop me…”
Your professor’s placing his lips onto yours instantly, murmuring-
“How could I not kiss the future mother of my kids? Congratulations on completing my assignment, darling.” He reaches a hand down to thumb inside your hole, just a few slick remnants that he had to take care of. “And congratulations on my daughter-”
“Th-thank you, sir.”
You could barely even breathe- just so much of Nanami’s and the others’ stuffing you from the inside.
“It seems the answer was D)...” Geto rasps out, voice unsteady with the waves of bliss he was still riding out on your pretty palm. “All of the above.”
“That’s it- get off, my turn.” Gojo’s familiar tone bites out from nearby - though you were much too exhausted by this point to actually turn your head and look.
Sukuna hums too, “I’ve never been more excited to do an assignment in my- heh, entire fuckin’ life.”
Nanami sighs, as if the other men were wearing on him already. He doesn’t look at them as he sticks his hand out, “My tie.”
They pause, for just a little- before Gojo’s the one to actually spot the professor’s usual tie. Handing it to him with a confused look…a confused look that slowly melts into sensual agony once the blond-haired man ties the slip of fabric around your wrists.
Tight.
Restraining you to him—he’s using his makeshift handcuffs to draaaag you to him like a ragdoll. “Now, you better behave while we breed you, my love.”
“Yes, sir.”
.
.
.
It’s one more round with Nanami and a sloppy makeout with Geto later that you find yourself being pummeled by Sukuna…and Gojo?
They’d shifted you to lay on top of the wrestler’s toned body, your maw droolin’ a wet sheen down his prominent pecs. He provided the perfect cushioning for you while drilling into you like a madman—again and again reclaiming the depths of your cunt as his.
While Gojo was pistoning his cock hurriedly into you from behind.
Of course, he’d reached his high with a groan the moment he’d slid his furious cockhead into your second entrance. Furiously pushin’ his sappy wads inside-
“Sh-shit…” The nerdy man shivers as he feels you clench your velvety insides, glasses slippin’ down his nosebridge. He could feel the outline of Sukuna’s thick cock sliiiiiiding against his- and he has to bite back a shudder at the fact. “Your dick’s so small, it’s depressing to feel it through my girl’s pretty anorectal junction-”
“You think I like feeling yours, two-pump chump?” Sukuna bites back. “M’trying to breed my woman here, how am I supposed to that when-”
“Wait wait wait- your woman?”
“Your girl?”
“Can you guys just sh-shut up and—fuck me—?” You’re trilling out stupidly, having had enough of the two men bickering above you.
They more they argued, the harder they were fucking your two holes - each vein, ridge, and dimple plastering against your walls. It was just an incredible sensation, mind growing blanker by the thrust. By the ruuuuuub of their matching paces furiously filling in, splurging out pre, smearin’ the slick mess. Not a single spot was left unturned as you were being stretched out on both ends, having both cylindrical intrusions claim you-
“As you wish, sweetheart.”
“You said it, mama.”
Neither of them would admit that having the other felt good for them, too…
It’s then that there’s—no, there’s no knock on the door.
Because you have to understand that most fraternity brothers have seen all there is to see, which meant that basic manners were rather…forgotten whenever they were inside the house. Not that it ever revealed anything jaw-dropping during times like this, and most would just assume that a brother would lock the door if they’re ever having…time to themselves.
And you also have to understand that Ryomen Sukuna hated locking the door.
So it opens just a crack with a foreboding creeeeeeak—! and in walks the emo sex dream on campus.
5. Choso Kamo.
In Geto’s band.
Wears eyeliner on a daily basis.
Always quiet and walking around campus with nothing but his headphones and sketchbook (artsy ooo~)
Wanna make him whimper!!
The very same man who, last semester, had shyly asked to draw you for his art exhibition - and ended up creating the most beautiful portrait humanly possible. It was one you couldn’t believe was of a person of this realm, let alone you. And when you’d told half-joking told Choso that, he’d replied—
“But of course it’s of someone from this realm.” His sweet doey eyes had scrunched in a way that was so genuinely confused, “It’s of you. Do you not see yourself like I see you?”
You had to admit that you’d carried a little hallway crush on him since then.
And there he was—not a step made inside Sukuna’s room before you’d dragged him to the bed yourself.
In almost no time, you’d made Choso sit in the middle of the dampened bed- your legs somehow straddling his waist, your back arching, your moans filtering into the sticky air as you rode his cock with such hunger.
“I-I just came to deliver Sukuna his baggie-”
Sukuna grunts, “Oh yeah, thanks.”
“-and y-you’re saying that—ngh.” You never imagined that Choso Kamo would be the type that couldn’t control his mewls, but right now every time your walls squeezed him just a tad too tight he was makin’ the cutest noises. “You’re saying that the goal is to- hck! g-get you pregnant, baby?”
“Yes, so good, Cho.” You’re blabbering out, your eyes practically turned into hearts.
Somehow…Choso was the largest size of them all- perhaps not the thickest, but his length was just increeeeeedible. Long and lucious, with the prettiest blushing tip. He was long enough that he was bashin’ at your gooey cervix without even being all the way inside, he was long enough that he pumped all the way deeply against your womb and you got the distinct feeling that he’d go even deeper if he could-
“Eleven inches.” Gojo’s awestruck whisper breaks through your frenzied mind, “I swear that guy’s eleven inches-”
And the worst (or perhaps best) part was the silver Prince Albert’s piercing that he proudly donned on his mushroomy tip. Cold metal contrasting with the feverish heat of his cock—making your irises swirl in the white of your eyes.
Geto whistles, “See the amount of cum pourin’ out of her? He might as well have undid all our hard work-”
“Why that emo little-”
“That only means we get to go again.” Sukuna hums with a smirk. Not waiting for the others’ reactions before he’s siddling up behind you, kissing aaaaaall the way down the line of your spine before reachin’ a hand between your legs.
And you jolt as you feel the sudden spikes of pleasure taking over your cunt, Sukuna’s thick fingertips pryin’ aside your pussylips to latch onto your clit. He’s toyin’ with your clit while you ride Choso, “F—fuck, keep going like that, it feels too good-”
“And so you mean to say- we can g-get you pregnant…?” Though Choso’s mind remained fixated on only one thing, and his voice quivered in disbelief. “We can really get you pregnant? Really, really get you preg-”
“For fucks’ sake-”
“You can, baby.” You’re cutting off Sukuna’s rumble- making the other man huff and continue to roll his thumb against your knobbly clit. His erection rutting into you ravenously from behind, “You can cum inside me-”
Choso’s beautiful brown eyes widen, “Cum inside-” He bucks at just the words leaving your mouth.
“And fuck it inside all you want.” You don’t think you’ve felt this much power since you made Gojo cum just with a single touch of your pussy. And Choso was easily the same type to get utterly pussydrunk after only a few glides of his veiny cock.
Just babbling and babbling away with the clenches of your cunt whenever you felt his pierced tip. He’s striking his painfully hard tip on top of your g-spot and letting the tears flow until you wondered who was feeling the sensation-
“Are you alright, baby?” You’re pushing back his sweaty bangs, staring into those eyes of his that were smudged with eyeliner.
Sukuna leans over, “Yer never that nice to me, woman-”
“Shush before I ban you from the bed.” You huff.
“My own bed?”
But the King of the Ring quietens down anyways, watching down as the man being ridden manages to string together a few coherent words - he couldn’t blame his frat brother. After all, he’d already felt the filthy heaven that was your pussy, and it almost made him lose his mind as well…And by now Choso was far beyond ruined—“So let me get this…get this straight-”
“Go on, baby.” You’re noticing that the man below you was so shattered that his mere body was jolting at the mention of anything to do with a baby.
Even that cutesy nickname for him made him spurt out in a steam of miry pre, clinging onto your insides. He gasps, “You’re saying that you want to- to have…my baby?”
Gojo pipes up from somewhere across the edge of the room, “And mine!”
“Mine first~” Geto follows.
A heated huff behind you. “Heh, good fuckin’ luck because it’s gonna be mine.”
“That is unless it’s not mine.” Nanami pushes up his glasses, “Which will be impossible.”
Choso’s growing more and more dazed the more and more they speak—or perhaps he was just reacting to the speeding up of your hips. The way you’re leaning in so close with a sultry smile and saying, “It can be yours, too, Cho—”
And that’s all that it takes to make the poor man cum.
He didn’t expect it- he didn’t even think that it was on its way judging by the sudden jolt that wracks through him. Choso throws his head into the crook of your shoulder, jaw dropping open with little sobs as he furiously fucks himself through his high.
Again and again.
Wave after wave.
You think that Sukuna’s ministrations might have you hitting one of yours, as well - but by now, you were far too gone to actually feel anything but tender zaps of pleasure.
Too caught up in the way that the brown-haired man was poooouring out as many droplets of cum as his balls could hold. Every single one. “You’re saying- you’re saying that m’gonna be the one to breed you—?” He’s rasping out against the side of your neck, and Sukuna claims your other side with a possessive growl. “You’re saying that I’m gonna fuck you all f-full and glowing?”
Arching into the two toned men that sandwiched your, “Yes, please-”
“I’m gonna feed this cunt with all the- ngh, cum she wants.” All the wants and more—it was drippin’ out of you, a milky sheen that coats all three sets of your thighs, Choso’s own, and Sukuna’s. “And then she’s gonna turn it into a baby that’s mine?”
Gojo scoffs, “Erm, actually-”
“And she’s gonna be as beautiful as you-” Choso doesn’t even seem to notice the interruption, doesn’t even seem to notice that he wasn’t breathing. Wasn’t doing anything but moving his plump tip inside of you and bashing every orifice with his puckered, pierced tip- “And she’s gonna have your smile, my eyes, your laugh, my hair—fuck, she’s gonna be just as beautiful as you.”
It seems that he’s tapered out the miry white cum that’d been seeping into you, and the man finds himself reclining back on Sukuna’s bed.
Holding onto either side of your hips now, you’re shocked at the sudden claim that overcomes him once Choso bucks his hips of the bedsprings and starts rutting inside you- “Gonna be so fucking beautiful- gonna be so fucking mine.” Tip bulging. Piercing slick.
“P-pleeeease, Cho—” Your head throws back, body starting to lean against Sukuna’s for support.
When the other man swats away Sukuna’s hand with no fear and starts toyin’ hearts on top of your clit himself. The chipped black of his nail polish marking out exactly where his fingers were moving in a frenzy.
The wrestler raises a brow, “Oi…”
But Choso’s paying no heed, “Gonna fuck- fuck my baby into ya, baby.” His dark lashes quiver with tears, just so big and pretty and sensitive. “Gonna have everyone look at you and see what I did-” Gojo gets up with a growl, and Choso only spreads apart your pussylips with his fingers so that he can see better. The way you were dripping in his cum.
“Gonna have everyone see you walking down the street and know that I got you pregnant.” It was just so surprising the sheer intensity he was fucking you with—you’re crash-landing into yet another high of the night. And the emo boy was fucking you perfectly through it, letting his bulbous piercing scraaape your dewy insides. “Gonna have everyone see you buying baby clothes and let them know that’s for my baby.” Balls tightening, “Gonna have these fuckers see her in nine months and see me, me, me—”
Choso’s fucked himself into oblivion against your cunt, inside your sopping wet walls - until he’s pushing into his second high of the night.
And the more he’s pushing those clingy white wads inside, the more pussydrunk he seems to be getting. “Gonna—-pregnant.” Only broken fragments of his thoughts and words echoing out, Choso was rubbin’ his reddened tip raw on your pussy. “Get you—ngh, mine—baby…”
Again and again, he was emptying his aching balls inside of you. Twitching after each white-hot pour of his syrup that left you flooded.
And it’s only after he’s done with his wave of euphoria that your jaw drops at his state. Utterly ruined.
“Are you o-okay, Cho?” Genuinely asking.
But the pierced man only looks up at you with tears in his eyes, “Baby, am- am I pregnant?”
Your jaw drops—fuck. Fuck, he was that pussydrunk.
But Sukuna only cackles from behind you, “The fuck did you ask?” He looks over his shoulder at the three other men who were just hypnotized by the sight, “Oi! D’you fuckers hear that?”
“It’s certainly an interesting idea.” Geto hums, drawing nearer.
“And yet, mostly implausible.” Nanami replies.
“If there’s anyone here that she’s going to get pregnant first- then it’s going to be me.” Gojo stabs a thumb at himself, and you all turn to look at him. Slightly abashed at the sudden attention, he pushes his glasses up his nose with a blush. “B-but of course, I know that’s impossible with the considerations of a lack of seminiferous tubules and even if there was a vans deferens the considerations of a male womb…” Trailing off.
You’re so fucked that you almost don’t realize that all five men were on the bed in mere moments.
Surrounding you.
Gojo and Nanami’s cocks being guided to your sweaty hands, they themselves starting to move your palms down their needy lengths. Choso perking his hips up still as if unstoppable, as if it doesn’t even matter how sensitive he was if he could just fill you up once more—
“H-hold on-” You’re gasping down at the brown-haired man, “Hold on, Cho, are you sure you can-”
“Hold on?” Choso chokes out, “Hold on.”
Before tunneling straight into your womb with no apology-
“M’trying to f-fuck you till you’re pregnant and dripping with my seed and you want me to hold on- never say that again, baby.” He leans in closer and whispers, “Never.”
Before your mouth’s plugged up with Sukuna’s cock.
.
.
.
Where the others were possessive, Geto was just downright filthy.
You hadn’t even allowed your brain to register the feeling of Choso’s plummy, split-ended tip pulling out of you with a plop! Just the sheer length of it singed into your walls- “Sh-shit.” You’re shivering sensitively, “What now—oh.”
And you don’t have to ask before you’re feeling it again.
Him.
Geto Suguru with his muscular front against your back, taking Sukuna’s position behind you on the mattress. “A full nelson, huh, Ryomen?” His breathy voice echoes out behind you. “You know, that might just work- c’mere, Satoru.”
Gojo perks up where he’d been sulking in his chair, “Me?”
“You.” All laid behind Geto now, you were just so far gone that you barely even feel it once he spreads apart your jittery legs. With a single swipe of his ringed fingers, he’s baring your cream-covered cunt for everyone to see. All gooey and wet with the wads of cum trickling out of you. “C’mere and eat her out while I fuck her.”
“I thought you were going to let me fuck her- out of the kindness of your heart.” Gojo huffs, but gets down before you two anyways.
“What heart?”
And it’s the last thing you’re hearing before Geto’s incredibly hardcockhead is mazing between your walls. He’d waited all this time since the beginning of the night, through the new additions to the bedroom, and now was his time. Now he was not waiting a single second for you to get used to his primal size. Not waiting a single second even feeling apologetic-
“S’because I have no heart that m’reaching for hers~”
Gojo might have been the longer out of the two, but Geto was most certainly the thickest. An incredible girth that might just be one of the thickest you’ve encountered this entire night, his entire tannish tip covered in a few squiggly veins that perfectly outlined your cunt.
And the thing was—
Geto lived up to be just as good as his mouth was - he lived up to all the talk. He was leaving you stupid with only a few swabs of his puckered red tip, dribblin’ out gooey pre ‘round your entrance and then pushing then pushing each ounce iiiiiiinwards.
Again and again.
2. Geto Suguru.
Fucking PRETTY
Rings
In a band
Already super close friends. Two in one go??
You met him at one of his gigs on campus, and you admit you’d been struck by the music- but also the singer himself. Rather accosting him after the show, it was a fast track to becoming friends.
And Geto Suguru was…Geto Suguru.
Anyone else might have gone a little slower in the beginning, anyone else might have let you at least get used to his incredible length before utterly ruining you - but Geto Suguru had your pussylips split upon his cock and was reaching in ravenously. Hard. Quick strikes. Not waiting a single second before plapping! at the very back of your spongy cervix and glidin’ back down, not waiting a single second after he’s making everyone’s cum pour out of you-
And Geto doesn’t even speak to you from behind until he’s sure he’s made your pretty pussy surge into your orgasm at least twice like his.
Carefully movin’ about the rude red tip of his shaft, he spanks a bruise onto your g-spot a few times and watches as you shatter as if made of porcelain-
“So how about it, gorgeous?” Geto’s gasping voice from behind you, the curtain of his long inky hair tickling your sensitive skin. He had you pinned against his back with a single pale arm, “Decided on which one of us you want to make your- hngh, baby daddy yet?”
“F-fuck, I’m not quite…” Your sentence trails off with pleasure.
“Yeah? Not quite yet?” He continues from behind you, acting for all the world as if he wasn’t just singlehandedly ruining you on his velvety shaft. And you could practically hear the pout in his purring voice, “Well, you’re going to have to- mmm, decide soon if you really wanna baby, y’know?”
Back arching, “Yes—yes-”
“Oh, who am I kidding?” And the waves of your bliss were roaring in your ears, leaving your friend’s sing-song voice sound as if almost from a distance.
He doesn’t say anything before reaching his roughened-up hands down between your tits, sloooowly - almost as if he was attempting not to scare off his prey. “There’s someone- heh, better I can ask about that…”
“What are you…” You’re choking on so many of your whines as he reaches down and presses the slender tips of his fingers on top of your stomach, slightly bloated with sopping cum. And it just makes you guuuuush- “Shit shit sh-shit, Suguru, what are you—oh.”
“Whoops, was that me?” Geto’s purring out from behind you, ignoring the protests that erupt from every corner of the room. “Silly me~ I didn’t realize she was leaking this fucking much- we might just hafta fuck her like this all over again boys.”
“I mean, I would gladly.” Sukuna rumbles.
“Shit, same.” The white-haired man gulps from below, it was here that he could get the perfect vision of the ivory sap flowing out of you. Hotly melting between your pussylips and reachin’ the curled tip of his tongue, “Shit, what are you even doing to her, Suguru-”
“Hmmmm—?” Because none of them had ever fucked you like this.
While the other men had their goals of breeding you until you were all roooound and glowing, Geto had a slightly altered goal of doing that in the way that would most leave your pussy crying. Leave you crying.
They could see it right now, the way that the bassist would speed his slender hips until they were almost nothing but a blur between your legs. Roughly mazin’ the crown edge of his shaft until it felt like you were twitching from pleasure- until it felt like you were just a liiiiittle too close to reaching your high. And the only thing that Geto Suguru could do then is slow down.
Achingly so, until you’re left sobbing for more—
“Too fucking filthy.” Sukuna’s whistling, bulging biceps crossed. He cocks his head at the nerdy man, “So are ya gonna eat her out or just stare- because I could do a right job of it-”
“Shut up.”
And Gojo Satoru was never one to not catch up.
He lets his slick tongue flop out, gulping at the ivory sap flowing out of you. It’s like a hot melt between your swollen pussylips- “Mmm—” So fucking filthy. Too fucking filthy. And yet, he didn’t know if he was the filthier one for then reaching out and letting his tongue across your folds, dipping just a little lower…“Mmmpf- Suguru, did she say which one of us she wanted as the- hngh, baby’s father yet?”
“Tha’s exactly what I’m asking her, Satoru.” Geto responds.
And in no time you’re feeling his fingertips push down on your womb once again, making it hard for you not to shatter into yet another one of your highs - but you were so overstimulated by this point that even that felt like a mere few tingles. “Let’s seeeee—” His breathy tone was in your ear, lookin’ down at the other man between your legs. “I think m’hearing ‘Suguru’, gorgeous…”
“Where the fuck are you-” Gojo himself is interrupted by a particularly loud splosh of sap trickling out from between your pussylips. And he can’t lie, he’s listening to the noise himself as if it was human words. “She did not fucking say that, don’t put words in my girl’s mouth- pussy.”
Geto arches a brow, “Then what did she say?”
“She said ‘Satoru’.” Stubbornly replying from below.
Geto’s snapping his hips up viciously at the feeling of his best friend’s tongue licking at your hole, parts of his textured tongue gliding down his own shaft. “Mmm, you fucking wish- just listen to her.” Making the echoing slurps grow louder and louder.
“Nuh-uh, fucking listen to this-” With the other man’s tongue slippin’ between your folds and dragging out just as many noises.
“Heh, yeah right—”
You didn’t even know which one of them was being louder at this point, because whenever you thought that it might be Geto then Gojo was tuggin’ on your clit with his teeth and making you moan- and whenever you thought that it might be Gojo then Geto was planting his hand down on your tummy and making you leak out. Making you formulate a puddle of slick that both men were just addicted to—
“P-please…” As if this was nothing but your little mantra, and it kept echoing out of you like a broken record player. You didn’t know what exactly you were begging for - for more, for mercy, for your life-
“I know.” Geto hisses from behind you, his sharp canines starting to dig into the side of your neck. “How about we ask her, Satoru?”
Gojo’s eyes snap above his foggy glasses, “Good idea- sweetheart, isn’t it me that your womb’s begging for?”
“Isn’t it me you’ve been dreaming of getting pregnant by?” Geto speaks out as well.
And you’re following the two men like a tennis match, with your stupidly dazed eyes bouncing between the rude pumps that Geto was placing on your cunt, the way that Gojo’s tongue somehow forked into all the right places.
Driving you wild.
“I-is it me, sweetheart-”
“It’s me, isn’t it, gorgeous-”
And when it seemed as though you were far too stupid on their movements to answer, Geto was reaching his hand down and pinching your clit—the very same that Gojo was surging up to and suckling. Both of them are fighting for purchase on you. Both of them ending up only making your pleasure ebb even deeper- and your nth high of the night crashing through your body.
“B-both—!” You’re calling out, getting the lewd attention of everyone watching. You buck and thrash on top of him, “Want both, Suguru- Satoru- fuck, I want both of you-”
“Then it’s settled.”
The bulbous end of his cock pulses away inside you, dragging back and forth along your walls in a way that was frenzied. He smears aside your legs even further and furrows his brows, “Then it’s settled-” Geto’s pants making the skin on the side of your neck perspire, his slender hips arching up into you in a way that you weren’t even sure was possible. Just the best angles hittin’ each throbbing spot inside you until you gasp, ”-that our baby’s gonna have two daddies, huh?”
And it’s almost as if that was enough to make Geto Suguru crash into his own high, like he couldn’t control himself at the image - he couldn’t stop himself at the thought of you being fucked by him and his best friend. In no time, his high was shooting straight through him and ending up smeared against the wetness of your cervix.
Right at the very back, it’s splattering out in a distinct warmth that you note. He doesn’t move a single inch as he pumps you through the shivers of his high. Pump after pump. Push after push that leaves you primally speechless. “Oh my god—” Your mouth waters as you’re filled up with wad after wad of gooey white-
“Suguru’s just fine, gorgeous.” He hums from beneath you, thrusts loooooong and thorough pushing in every single ribbony white excess. “Or maybe even- the future father of your kids.”
“I-I’d like that…” Twitching through the way he was fucking you like an animal. And just below, Gojo was much the same- just lickin’ and lickin’ away between your legs while Geto fucked you stupid. You’re filled up to the brim, until it was almost too much to keep inside—
And Gojo thinks he might just cream himself just from the very vision- “Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum already, Satoru?”
“Fuck off, Suguru.”
.
.
Toji Fushiguro doesn’t get fucking paid enough.
Being the security guard on a college campus isn’t exactly the most lucrative job in the first place, but it was made worse by the fact that he had to deal with that—college kids. Toji himself was about ten years past his own college day, though that was not to say that his experience as a security guard didn’t hone him to handle all clientele. He could handle awkward high schoolers. He didn’t care about screaming middle schoolers.
Hell- even the pre-schoolers seemed to have just a bit more sense than some twenty-somethings with too much alcohol and too little self-preservation on their hands.
Which is why he was answering a call at 3AM.
Perfect, those never bode well.
The complaint had come from the resident of some nearby dorm who’d happened to pass by the Curses Epsilon frat house (god, Toji fucking hated frats) and heard some…strange noises. It was far too loud and far too many voices for them to discern, apparently. And though they’d rung the bell, it seems that no one had been home.
Except for the strange noises, that is!
Looking up at the sprawling mansion from here, Toji could see just one light in the entire building turned on. It seems there was someone home - though likely only the resident of this particular room.
And Toji didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that this was likely some frat dudebro (god, Toji fucking hated dudebros) who had a bad trip or far too much to drink. This fraternity in particular was always infamous for their ragers, ones that Toji himself has had to shut down many times.
So he’s announcing his presence before trying the door hand and—ah, and it opens. Just as he expected (god, did he say he fucking hated frats?)
Entering through the dimly-lit living space, the noises only got louder the closer he got to a certain resident’s room.
The closer he got to—
“What the-” Toji’s flinging open the door to Ryomen Sukuna’s room, breath catching at the sight (cock twitching). “-fuck.”
You.
You, you, you, you.
Toji Fushiguro has wanted to fuck you since the moment he saw you.
Ever since last semester when you’d bribed him - oh, the sweet audacity - into letting you and your friends throw a party by bringing him a bottle of fine whiskey. He’d laughed in your face, of course, before ultimately taking the spoils and grumbling that you could (‘but only until 1AM’ he’d said).
That night he sipped on his whiskey, wondering if the pretty pussy underneath that thin skirt of yours was just as sweet. Just as addictive.
And here you were now—laid across Ryomen Sukuna’s bed and being filled by five men in all of your holes.
And, well, did Toji mention that he didn’t get paid enough?
6. Toji Fushiguro.
That HOT campus security omg (someone should put his face on the campus magazine and the applications would fill in)
BUFFFFFFFFFFFFF X5
Gruff but lowkey has a soft spot
Rumor says he’s a DILF (hmmm?)
He’s starting to tug off his uniform immediately, “Don’tcha worry, doll-” Toji snickers at the shocked look on your face, looming closer to you. To where you were sprawled on the bed and getting pinned by one set of Sukuna’s hands. “-I don’t snitch.”
And the long-haired one in a band - Geto, he believes his name was - grins. “Welcome to the club.”
The rickety bedsprings creak as he joins you all on the bed. “This bed’s gonna fuckin’ break.” Sukuna rolls his eyes.
“Shut up, brat.” And only the older man was the only one here who would possibly talk to Ryomen Sukuna that way. Toji shoos away the other men to meet you in the middle of his dampened sheets, brows raising at the sheer amount of white sap pourin’ out of you. He’d overheard some of the things that’d been said before he came but…fuck. “Damn, they really did a number on you, hm?”
You can only nod, “Mhm—”
“And you don’t regret a single thing.”
“W-well…” You look away, unsure what to say.
“No no, s’good.” Toji coos—almost. His tone was far too mean for that, “A girl like you should enjoy yourself during your college years.”
You’re jolting at the inkling of something dangerous in his tone- as do some of the others. But you don’t get to think too long about it before Toji has one roughened hand flipping you over. The other shoving your head down into the pillows- “But let me show you how a real man breeds ya now.”
You can only nod.
He tugs down - merely tugs down - his pants until the thick reddened tip of his cock hits your pussylips. Smearin’ down the crevice of your cunt, watching as you drivel a wet glaze down Toji’s length—he wastes no fucking time before edging his hips upwards and shoving—“Y’know, I’ve always wondered whether these college boys were fuckin’ you right.”
“N-ngh, fuck—” Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. Toji was just so thick - thicker than anyone here, with more veins than your feverish mind could even count by now.
“Yeah? I’ve always wondered whether they could- ngh, satiate this pretty pussy like she deserves-” Toji snickers, watching as you shake beneath him. “-the way I could do it.”
“H-hey! I think we did a good job-” Toji sends Gojo one look his way and he shuts up.
The older man glides his calloused fingertips down your spine, drawing sensual hearts that make you shiver. “Because unlike these damn college boys, y’know it takes a reeeeal hard earner ta know the feeling of wantin’ to provide.” He’s gruffing out, hips hitting yours in half-ruts. “A real family man.”
“Oh fuck off, old man.” Sukuna rolls his eyes, “You’re looking at the future of wrestling right here-”
“And a future Nobel Prize winner!” Gojo pipes up, but hides behind the pink-haired man anyway.
Nanami chimes in as well, “I fear I simply do not see the point you are trying to make, Mr. Fushiguro.”
They were in an uproar.
But to everyone’s surprise…Toji Fushiguro isn’t getting angry. Toji Fushiguro is smiling- “Hehhhh, fear you don’t see the point m’trying to make, huh? Let’s just put it this way then…” Almost muttering to himself, before he’s grabbing onto either side of your waist and funneling your womb with all his girthy seven inches. “-we’re about to make my son a big brother tonight.”
Their jaws drop.
Oh.
Oh.
They were well-aware that the security guard was single, all by his lonesome, according to gossiping admirers who had the courage to ask - but no one could have ever guessed that the man had a son.
And right now he was fucking you like he wanted to make a second-
“I’ve always wanted to show her- fuck, to show this pussy that even older men can fuck you gooooood, honey.” Just as he promises, he’s reaching for your g-spot faster than anyone else before him. Harder. Scourin’ your honeyed walls and making sure that Toji’s cock was thoroughly etched against your pussy, “So how about it? Got a thing for DILFs?”
“Yes—” Your velvety walls are squeezing his length and Toji holds onto you so tight that his nail marks take home on your skin. “Yes fuck, how did you know-”
“Because everyone’s gotta thing for DILFs.” He’s snickering from above you, abs glissading faster down your back. Your mouth drops ajar at the way that Toji reaches down and squeezes your clit with no hesitation. “But whaddaya feel about becoming a MILF?”
“Sh-she was mine first.” Gojo growls out from your side, holding onto your arm as if to tug you away.
But Toji only glances over like he just realized the other man was there, lazily looking him up and down. “Natural selection, kid. I’m gonna be the one to make her a momma.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“Keeeep talking.”
Toji Fushiguro’s fucking you like an animal - short, rapid bucks and ruts of his hips just to fit inside. Just to manage to stretch out your walls to his girth, and then draaaaag all the way back out again to repeat. “Heh, s’a big stretch- I know.” Almost as if he was out of control. And with his meanness, he didn’t mind being so sloppy with it that after a few thrusts his cockhead would slip out of your hole. Ending up slidin’ between your lips and grazing his flared slit along your most sensitive spots. Toji holds onto the base of his cock and shovels in even more ruthlessly than before.
Just to make you whine a bit more—
“Handle it.” He gruffs out from behind you, shaggy black bangs tickling the back of your neck. And Toji’s pistoning into you at a pace that leaves you dizzy, “I said fucking- hah, handle it. Yer gonna have an even bigger of a stretch down there in nine months- heh.”
“You’re just so mean.” You huff.
“Me?” Toji coos in amusement, “Aw, doll, you haven’t seen mean yet.”
You’re holding onto his pale pillows for dear life as he fills you up once more, “Ohhh, feels so good, Toji-” Again. And again.
“Oh yeah? Oh yeah?” And he sounds fucking ecstatic at the fact. He grips onto the back of your throat with one hand, “You see- when ya get to my age you just don’t have time for the- hah, nonsense.” Fucking you hard and fast.
And purposeful.
It felt like Toji’s rounded tip was hitting every spot he wanted it to, and even the slightest rub of his zig-zagging veins left you speechless. You weren’t even sure whether you were shaking because of the sheer stimulation or because he was just that good- “Just needa find a niiiice girl ta settle down with.” His rumbling tone continues, “Treat her all nice, get her everything she wants- heh, then pump her full with a kid or two—get all of them everything they want.”
“Shit-” You gasp out, trying to buck against the creaky mattress. “Fuck, m’just so sensitive-”
“And what is it that you want, momma?”
The only thing that you can cry out now, “T-to cum—”
His fingers twist on your clit even harder, “Anything for the mother of my kid.” He speeds up, heavy balls hitting you in light spanks. “Anything-” He snarls, your cunt was just dangerously fluttering around him. “Goooood, right? Goooood?”
“Good-” You hiccup- “So good-”
“Nuh uh, doll- s’it so goooood?”
Toji might have been teasing you, but you still manage to find yourself repeating. “S-so gooooood-”
“Soooo good?”
Completely dumbified by now that you weren’t even sure what you were saying, the tell-tale twitches at the base of your stomach tells you that you’re close. “So, sooooo good.”
“Heh, how cute. So dumb on my cock.” He hums, “And can ya say Mrs. Toji Fushiguro?”
“Mrs. Toji—oh.”
And the next thing you’re actually seeing with your own two eyes…the bulging erection of Gojo Satoru. His pale thighs spread wide open in front of you, his puckered red tip being tapped on your lips. He wasn’t going to let you finish that particular sentence any time soon - or ever, really. “Open wide f’me, sweetheart? Let me see that cavum oris…”
“S-Satoru—” You whine, letting your jaw unfasten for him.
And it’s as if the moment they’re seeing their inexperienced friend take initiative, the rest of them were just rushing at you. Because Gojo’s slickly smooth tip thrusts between your lips- and then you have Geto and Sukuna’s hands dragging both of yours to their cocks.
Nanami’s even snaking his hands underneath to massage your sore tits.
Toji’s hands the only thing keeping your body held up- “Fuckin’ animals.” He’s hissing between gritted teeth, nose crinkling in a look of primal need. “Go easy on ‘er- she’s the momma of my future kid.”
“No, mine.” Nanami’s the first to speak.
“Mine.”
“Mine~”
Choso blinks, “M-mine?”
“N-no, mmm—” Gojo’s head falls back at the slide of your textured tongue underneath the line of his mushroom tip, “-mine.”
And when Toji finally cums it’s with all five other men still with their hands on you.
Pumping his seed in primal, rapid half-thrusts in and out.
Massaging your elastic hole. Caressing your deepest insides with all his puffy veins.
Your face is being pushed up against Gojo’s toned v-line and there’s nothing you can do about it, your nose scratching on his sultry ivory hairs. Toji’s length just felt so perfect - you could feel the curve of his cockhead piston gluey webs against your very throat with how hard he was pumping himself into you.
In and out, in and out, in and out until he could feel that sweet, sweet resistance of your hole and he’s forced to ease back out. He was reluctant to pull out even when he could feel the recoil of your cervix begging him to move- to fuck his ivory syrup deep inside.
So much of it—
All of it mixing into one making you feel so full-
“Ay ay- stop fucking into her mouth so hard, how m’I supposed to breed her like this?” Toji tuts at Gojo.
“Can you blame me?” He, too, was milking his length on your heavenly body. Overflowing with a line of cum that streams out from his pretty strawberry divot and down to your throat- Gojo watches it all disappear between your lips and shivers.
Until Toji roughens out an incredibly hard jackhammer that has you spilling a few strings out of your mouth. “Heh, whoops-”
“Fuck you-”
“Fuck you-”
“I thought we were fucking her.” Geto’s humming through the argument, tilting his head down at you. “How about me next, gorgeous?” And you wished you had the rationality at this point to let him know that you were just barely getting through your nth high of the night-
Waves of tender bliss flowing through you.
You think you might pass out.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Gojo hisses, and you’re just letting of Toji’s cock with a pop! and a few more sultry sounds of cum gushing out of you. Before he’s crushing you to his front, staring them all down. “It’s my turn again.”
“You fuckin’ wish-”
“Satoru-”
“How crude-”
“Well…”
“She’s mine.”
1. Gojo Satoru.
Super cute
Probably a big D
Secret freak (tracked ovulation!??)
However has no experience (not quite a con?) and no place to fuck in (single bed + has a roommate, Geto)
2. Geto Suguru.
Fucking PRETTY
Rings
In a band
Already super close friends. Two in one go??
3. Ryomen Sukuna.
Frat boy™ (leader of Curses Epsilon)
Probably REALLY good in bed
On his way to become a pro wrestler (headlocks omg??)
Might be rough…
4. Nanami Kento.
The HOTTEST prof/ TA this campus has ever seen
Such a gentleman (opens doors, eye contact even when wearing skimpy tops, reads feminist books omg)
Mature
Some think he’d be dry in bed tho…
5. Choso Kamo.
In Geto’s band.
Wears eyeliner on a daily basis.
Always quiet and walking around campus with nothing but his headphones and sketchbook (artsy ooo~)
Wanna make him whimper!!
6. Toji Fushiguro.
That HOT campus security omg (someone should put his face on the campus magazine and the applications would fill in)
BUFFFFFFFFFFFFF X5
Gruff but lowkey has a soft spot
Rumor says he’s a DILF (hmmm?)
“Seems we have quite the conundrum on our hands.” Geto’s the one to hum above the squabbling, and as he turns to you, so does everyone else - all six of them.
Looking at you.
“So?” Gojo urges. “Which one of us will it be?”
A/N. The way I didn’t even KNOW how to tag this after I was done erm-
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