deep thrusts which have you clawing the sheets, lewd sounds of his cock pistoning out of your clutching heat, dragging against your most sensitive places, the practiced rolls of his hips. everything.
he doesn’t like hearing you whine and beg him to slow down, or stop. he knows you don’t actually mean that so he clamps a tight palm over your mouth and continues shifting your organs around so good.
he pulls your hair, chokes you, grips your hips so tight they might bruise. he cums inside of you not once, not twice but as many times as he’d like because he just has so much.
he’s sweet when he’s caring for you.
he kisses your wet, messy face and soothes you. apologizing for how hard he went on you. he rubs the places where he marked you lovingly, giving you a warm bath and apologizing all the way for the number he had done to you.
but when he tucks you into bed, your body nestled against his larger one, he doesn’t feel a single ounce of guilt. watching your adorable face drift into sleep, he knows he would fuck you up again, and again, and again.
I love how people seem to draw Charles as a buffalo or with a buffalo... I love this guy so much. (I always get so excited in the game when I get to see him, He and I are one of the same race and I love that he's one of the main characters in the game...)
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simon being a silent guy, and your daughter is the babbliest toddler ever, making friends easily, because she's like you. or, a small family and a park <3
pt 2 to this
the three of you've gone to the park, spring is finally here, it's a weekend so you can make it without taking a day off work, and si's finally on leave for a bit. everything works out perfectly, it's a bright sunny day in manchester, much to your surprise, and violet toddles ahead of you, the big red ladybug backpack she insisted on her back. you smile as you unlatch the lock to the playground.
it's perfect, in ways that you're convinced your husband doesn't know how to respond. he stares at you two like you two are the first two blooms of spring. he's wearing a surgical mask, the park, is busy with other parents which had the same idea as you, and although you love your simon's face, you know how scared he gets when he's around people. you don't want him to be insecure about his face here too.
you're with your daughter for most of the hour, pushing her on the swings, waving to her every time she climbs something on the climbing frame. simon takes pictures of you two as you push her on the swing, as the two of you laugh (or when you go too high by accident, violet screams at once before giggling again)
(after that she's not letting you push her again, insisting her daddy can do a better job. of course she does, she's a daddy's girl through and through.)
but by the time she's spent a few minutes on the climbing frame, she's making friends with the other kids in the place, and you encourage her to talk. she's very shy at nursery, and you two are desperate for her to start talking to someone else but you two.
a wide smile is on your face as you watch your daughter finally speak some words to the other girl on the climbing frame, you wave at her parents, that's amaya and her mom from 223C, from the floor below.
“she's just like you.” you nudge your husband, and he shakes his head, his curls sparkling in the sunlight.
“nah love, she's all you.” he looks pointedly at your daughter, and she's laughing, laughing at something her friend said, pulling something out of her bag – some crayons and paper to scribble on at the highest floor of the climbing frame castle.
you're a giver. simon always says this, but you're so desperate to give, your heart, your love, your time, food, anything. you're willing to give with a smile,
you sigh, and step back, feeling yourself knock into a nest swing. it's empty, and your lips twitch as you look at your husband.
“push me?” you say, settling into the swing, tucking your legs up inside too.
“of course love." simon says, and you can hear the grin behind the mask. you feel his strong hands on your back, and all of a sudden, you're sailing up in the air, your hair flying in the wind. simon thinks you're the most beautiful person alive, watching your laugh with each push. it's wonderful, safe. it feels safe. here, with you.
your hands grip the chains around the swing, and you let out a yelp as the swing goes too high, watching simon's eyes sparkle as they meet yours.
you almost miss the way your daughter saunters over to her father, too happy with the spring wind in your face to notice, but then the swing stops, and you look down.
“si-?” you ask, but your question's answereed immediately when he puts your squirming three year old in your arms.
“violet wants to also do ‘swing with mama’” he shrugs, his eyes crinkling with his smile.
he kisses the top of her brown curls, and then you tuck her against you, “c'mon, lets swing with mama.” you hold her tight and have her tuck her legs up the same way you do, “and daddy will push us, okay?”
simon's two girls are having the time of his life, and so is he.
ps a nest swing pic under the cut cos they're all over the uk!!
❤︎ cw . . . reader x bro santa, established relationship, mix of normal gachiakuta verse and modern au
❤︎ note . . . i would do things to bro santa, you have no idea, but mhgh i had to cut some of this down because i got SOO OUT OF CONTROL!!! GENUINELY HE DRIVES ME INSANEE OUUGHH BRO PLEASEE!!! crossposting to ao3 eventually!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
oh he's so so doting, no matter what. bro loves to kiss all over you, softly asking if you're okay, softly praising you for doing so good, asking if he did everything you needed him to do. genuinely, just an absolute sweetheart, and will 100% order food after if its not too late and you aren't too tired as he cleans you up with a warm washcloth, playfully teasing you at the way your thighs are still trembling a little.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
bro is so obsessed with your tummy, he loves touching it, rubbing his hands over it, pressing kisses to the softness there, and sometimes will just give it a little, teasing squeeze. but he's ashamed to ever admit how obsessed he is with your boobs, whether yhey are big or small, he loves rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, loves kissing them before popping one into his mouth and lazily rubbing his tongue over it. for himself, he likes his hands, because he gets to use them to feel you, touch you, make you feel good. and he LOVES knowing your hands are so much smaller when you both hold hands, it makes his ears go so fucking red as he tries not to grin.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
now this is where he gets so nasty. this man cums a lot. a fucking lot. it's thick, hot, and shoots out really far, and he's always so embarrassed about the mess. but he absolutely loves watching his cum ooze out of you, the embarrassed noise you make when you try to close your legs so he can watch. oh, and don't let him cum on your face or neck, he will absolutely break as he begs you to let him get a picture of you like this, especially a polaroid for him to keep stored away.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
the poor thing still sometimes cums in his sleep, and he is always so fucking embarrassed about it. most of the time, he gets lucky enough to wake up before you and clean up, but the days he wakes up to you cooing at how cute he is, he genuinely wants to burying himself…and every time he cums in his sleep, it's a dream about you all glowing and pregnant with his baby, but he's never told you that part.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
at his age of 35, he is very experienced and definetely knows what he's doing, especially because he was very, VERY experimental in his mid-twenties. now, he's just a bit embarrassed to admit it, and never wants to go too far with you and come across as a creepy old man. if you tell him you're into that and you want him to be your creep old man, he's groaning into his hands. "god, you're gonna kill me, honey…"
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
he loves loves loooves missionary, don't get him wrong. the intimacy of it, being able to see your every reaction, and constantly press messy kisses all over your flushed cheeks…but his absolute favorite position to have you in is prone bone. oh, especially when he gets to have you in a headlock as he gives you some nice, deep thrusts that make you speechless and dumb, and it keeps you still for him so you can't move away so he can give you everything you need.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
bro is usually serious in the moment, always taking your pleasure to heart. he may crack a joke here and there, tease you a little bit and nip you to get a sweet little laugh out of you, but otherwise, he's absolutely honed in to make sure you are constantly in pleasure.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
poor guy is so busy all the time he never really has time to truly groom himself to the way he wants to. he's got a thick, dark happy trail of curly hair. he gets a bit embarrassed by it, but if you ever tell him not to shave or that you like it like that, he's melting in the embarrassment. bro thinks you are just saying that, but when he sees how messy you get when you give him head he realizes you aren't lying at fucking all. nose buried into the curly hair, drools and precum soaking the hairs…okay, if you like it that much, he guesses he can get it a little untamed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
oh, he's so fucking romantic, absolutely enamored with you and makes sure you can tell he loves you. constantly running his hands all over your body. it's hard for him not to be intimate and loving with you, even if you ask him to be rougher, he's muttering under his breath how gorgeous you are, how blessed he is to have you as his, and only his.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he's sloppy with it, head hanging back and mouth open as he strokes his dick with an excessive amount of lube. it's so fucking messy, loud, and wet as he quickly fucks his fist, a pair of your panties against his face as he dreamily sighs your name into the fabric, absolutely ashamed at himself but so fucking pent up he couldn't help himself. and…can you really blame him when he starts humping your pillow, groaning how much he misses you as he spills his cum all over it. but, is it…that bad if he sometimes thinks about having you lick his cum off the fabric?
K = Kink (g: giving, r: receiving, b: both)
cumplay, lactation, pregnancy (likes you all round and glowing with his baby in your tummy), dacryphilia, scent kink, high heels, clothed sex, belly/throat bulge, brat taming (b), free use (g), overstimulation, breeding, praise kink, pet play, play fighting/wrestling, size difference, voyeurism, exhibitionism, daddy kink (r), somnophilia (b), humiliation (g), dry humping, temperature play, dumbification
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
if it's not the bedroom, he is absolutely obsessed with fucking you in the back of a car. something about how big he is hovering over you in the back seat, how everything just feels hotter, the way the windows fog up…it really really turns him on more than it should. and the thrill of possibly getting caught, knowing someone could notice the way the car bounced up and down, the hands pressed up against the foggy window, oh, it only makes him wanna fuck you even deeper.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
honestly, anything you do that's romantic and sweet, he's practically melting in your hands. he's truly in love with you, so any kind of love and affection you give him makes him lean into you, chasing after your lips when you kiss him chastly, desperate for more of you. but when you walk past him and brush or run your hand across his chest, oh he is hard as fuck.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he can't really do any kind of genuine degradation toward you. he's just so full of love and adoration for you, it genuinely would pain him. he tried too once, but genuinely the second the insult slips off his tongue, he's stopping and immediately groaning, kissing you deeply. "i can't, baby, 'm sorry, i know you want it, but i can't call you or insult you like that, you're too perfect."
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
it's a solid tie. he loves giving head, especially when you let him hold you down and just go brainless off your taste, moaning and growling against your slick cunt, putting gentle little kisses right on your clit. but because of his size, he never really prioritized himself getting head, but when you decide you'd love to give his dick the worship it deserves, he's whimpering, fisting the sheets, doing everything he can to avoid grabbing your head and fucking your tight throat,
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he loves slow, deep, giving thrusts, keeping it intimate and sensual to make sure you get to feel every inch of him. he knows you think it's torture, the way he constantly drags his dumb cock against your walls so you have no choice but to just feel it. but when he's overly stressed and pent up, he's still going slow and deep, but he's hitting so fucking hard, turning your moans into poor little grunts, debauched noises getting punched out of you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
he's not too big of a fan of quickies, because he knows it takes a long time for him to cum and trying to hide his hard-on from not cumming is truly a task on its own. but he's also just got an awful habit of turning one round into two…and into three…and then into six. so anytime you try to get a 'quickie', it turns into full on marathon sex with bro whining 'just one more, i'll make it fast, i promise, baby.'
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
of course, he's always down to experiment. if anything, he did a lot of experimenting when he was younger, so he knows what he likes and what he doesn't, but he's always ready to do things you wanna try out. if anything, he's your guy because he is going to make sure you understand what you are about to try out, making sure you know your safeword(s), and after you both try something new out, he's sitting you down and asking what you liked, what you didn't like, and if you want to do more of it. he's a closeted freak, just ask.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he lasts too long, it's insane, he is absolutely insatiable. but he can't help himself, sometimes he gets frustrated when it takes him so long to cum. however, he can't lie that knowing he can make you cum at minimum 2-3 times before he has due to his stamina is pure ego fuel. and he loves marathon sex, really enjoys how after each round, both of you end up more and more brainless, sloppier, and dumb, he thinks it's the most romantic thing ever to just get absolutely lost in each other until neither of you can speak.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he had a fleshlight…keyword: had. he went a little too hard on it and the poor thing is absolutely destroyed. bro is always a bit nervous to have toys because dear is a nosy little guy, but he's willing to try getting some new ones once you guys manage to find a lock box of some kind. he'd love to experience a fleshlight again, except next time you are the one sliding it up and down his shaft for him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he loves teasing you all sweet and coy, little nips and near kisses where he pulls away last minute. but when he's got you spread open on his lap, his fingers sliding in and out of you, his lips trailing up and down your neck. but he never speeds up, never letting you get to fall over that edge, just keeping you stuck in that sticky, gooey feeling of pleasure. "d'aw, mami, you're so lovely like this…mhm? yeah? no, no, not yet, don't cum yet, jus' feel it for me, okay?" ugh he's so fucking mean, no amount of squirming is gonna get you what you want…unless you slip up and call him daddy and then he's accidentally sinking his fingers in you deeper.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he sounds so good, a lot of groans and grunts, mixed with soft pants of your name. and he always does it right in your ear, making sure you can feel the vibrations of his noises. he's not too loud, always cautious so no one hears him but also so he can hear your sounds too because he's a sucker for those pretty noises he can get out of you. but the nights you guys are going crazy, completely feral for each other and it's just the two of you in the house? he's so loud, trying his best to hold his sounds back, but he just fucking can't, literally sobbing from how good it feels to have you milk every last drop out of him, whining, and whimpering all for you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
lowkey, very gross about you kissing him after he cums in your mouth, like. really, really fucking gross, he's tugging you up before you get a chance to swallow, messily shoving his tongue into your mouth to get a good taste of you and him. he doesn't care about his cum dripping down his chin, or the way you are hiccuping moans against his lips as you try to catch your breath as the mess of spit and cum just make the kiss sloppier and sloppier. but he really fucking loves pulling away to see how nasty you look, dazed, shocked, and just covered in a mix of your fluids. yeah, he's a mess for making you a mess.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he's got an absolute monster between those thick thighs of his, a nice, thick, and heavy one. and he knows its big, too big even. he's a show-er, 8 inches on hard and on soft, and it's got a nice girth to it, the thickness in the center always giving you a tough time to get the rest of him in, but fuck if it doesn't stretch you out good. he's got a nice, thick . he's real sensitive under the base, run your tongue over it and he's throwing his head back, letting out the prettiest whimper. it curves a bit to the left, but it's not like it matters, it's still too heavy to stand up on its own.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
oh, it's so high, like, insanely high. but he keeps it under wraps, because he doesn't want to come across as a desperate loser who gets excited from a chaste kiss. plus, he's so busy taking care of dear and the others, he doesn't have time to truly deal with his building need. but when you finally sit him down, tell him it's okay to feel needy, to be pent up, to be horny, he'll slowly dip into it with you…just be careful, when he finally snaps from all the frustration, he's going to be insatiable.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
bro cannot and will not sleep until you sleep. he's so doting on you, making sure you are comfortable and satisfied. oh and he's an absolute sucker for cuddling, so he wants you to cool down before it's time to settle in because the last thing he wants is you to feel sticky and gross when trying to fall asleep. but the moment you are sleeping, he's following right after, his arms wrapped around your waist as he does his best to match your breathing. (he's such a nerd…)
hi ok plz write g!p reader who cums fast but almost never gets soft so Daniela takes advantage of it and makes reader cum inside her multiple times until her stomach has that little bulge ok bye
↬ Fill it.
-> pair ; dom!daniela avanzini x g!p!reader
-> synopsis ; you always came faster than her, so she took advantage of that.
She knew you came fast—sometimes embarrassingly fast—the second you slid inside her.
But she also knew the part that made her eyes sparkle with mischief; once you started, you almost never went soft.
Even after you finished, your cock stayed hard, thick, and ready for more. It was like your body had a switch that only turned off when she decided it was time.
And tonight, Daniela was in the mood to take full advantage.
You had both just gotten back from a long dinner with her members. The moment the front door clicked shut, she kicked off her heels and turned to you with that look—the one that said she had been thinking about this the entire night.
She walked over slowly, hips swaying, and pushed you gently backward until you sat down on the edge of the bed.
“You were quiet during dinner,” she said, voice low. “I could see you watching me the whole time.”
You swallowed, already feeling the familiar heat building in your stomach. “You looked good tonight.”
She smiled, slow and knowing. “I wore this dress for you.”
The dress hugged her body perfectly—short enough to show off her legs, tight enough to remind you exactly what was underneath. She climbed onto your lap, straddling you, and kissed you deep and slow. Her hands slid under your shirt, nails lightly scratching your stomach.
“I’ve been wet since we left the restaurant,” she whispered against your lips. “Thinking about how fast you cum… and how you stay hard for me afterward.”
You groaned softly, hands gripping her thighs. “Dani…”
She kissed you again, then pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.
“I want you to cum inside me tonight,” she said quietly. “As many times as I want. Until my stomach starts to show it.”
Your cock twitched hard in your pants.
She felt it and smiled.
“Already?” she teased. “We haven’t even started.”
She reached down and unzipped your pants, pulling your cock out. It was already hard, thick, and leaking at the tip. She wrapped her hand around you and stroked slowly, watching your face the whole time.
“Look at you,” she murmured. “So eager.”
She didn’t take her dress off. She just hiked it up to her waist, pushed her panties to the side, and lined you up with her entrance. She was already soaked.
She sank down slowly, taking you in one smooth motion until you were buried to the hilt.
The moment you bottomed out, you groaned and came.
Your cock pulsed inside her, spilling thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Your hips jerked up involuntarily as the orgasm hit you fast and intense.
Daniela moaned softly, rolling her hips in slow circles as she felt you filling her.
“Already cumming for me?” she whispered, voice warm and amused.
You were still panting, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Shit—sorry… I couldn’t hold it.”
“That’s okay, baby. I love when you do that.”
She didn’t stop moving.
Even as you were still pulsing inside her, she started riding you—slow, deep rolls of her hips, grinding down so you stayed buried deep. Your cum made everything slick and messy, and she used it to her advantage, sliding up and down your still-hard cock with ease.
You were panting, oversensitive, hands gripping her thighs.
“Dani—fuck… it’s too much already…”
She leaned down and kissed you softly.
“I know,” she said against your lips. “But you’re still so hard for me. I’m not stopping.”
She kept riding you—steady and deep—her pussy clenching around your cock with every downward motion. The wet sounds of her taking you filled the room. Your cum was already leaking out around you, coating your balls and the sheets.
You came again—faster than the first time—groaning into her mouth as another load pumped deep inside her. Daniela moaned, grinding down harder to take every drop.
“That’s two,” she whispered, smiling. “Keep going, baby.”
She didn’t slow down. She rode you through the sensitivity, her hips moving in a smooth, relentless rhythm. Her dress was still on, bunched around her waist, and every time she came down, you could see the slight bulge in her lower belly from how full she was getting.
You were a mess underneath her.
“Daniela… I can’t… it’s too sensitive…”
“You can,” she said softly, but firmly. “You always can for me.”
She leaned forward, pressing her chest against yours, and rode you harder. The angle made your cock hit deeper inside her. She was so full of your cum that every thrust made a wet, squelching sound.
You came a third time—harder than the last—your whole body shaking as you spilled even more inside her. Daniela moaned loudly, grinding down to take it all.
Her stomach was starting to show it now. A small, noticeable swell just below her navel from all the loads you’d given her.
She looked down at it, then back at you with dark, satisfied eyes.
“Look what you’re doing to me,” she whispered. “You’re filling me up so much.”
She kept riding—savoring the way your cock stayed rock hard inside her overflowing pussy.
You were whimpering, oversensitive, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Dani… please… I’m so sensitive…”
“I know, baby,” she said gently, but she didn’t stop. “Just one more. Give me one more.”
She rode you through the overstimulation until you came again—the fourth time—a weak, trembling orgasm that left you gasping and shaking underneath her. More cum pumped into her already swollen belly.
Daniela finally slowed down, breathing hard, her stomach visibly rounder from everything you’d given her. She placed a hand on the small bulge and rubbed it gently.
“So full…” she whispered, almost to herself.
She leaned down and kissed you softly, still keeping you inside her.
“You did so good,” she murmured against your lips. “My perfect girl.”
You were completely spent.
Trembling, oversensitive, but still hard inside her. Daniela smiled and gave one last slow roll of her hips.
“We’re not done yet,” she whispered. “I want to feel you cum inside me at least one more time tonight mkay?”
“U-uh huh,”
You’re fucked.
—
a/n ; this is the one where i keep it in my draft for months.
୨୧ ― Sukuna's tatted hand is tangled in your hair, fingers fisted tight enough to make your scalp burn, wrenching your head back at an angle that has your spine curved like a bow. Your face is smushed into his rumpled dorm bedsheets- drool pooling beneath your slack mouth, mascara smeared across the cotton, tears and snot mixing into a pathetic mess.
“HHNNGGHH-! NNGHH-! AH, AH, AHHHN-“
Your moans are muffled by the mattress, garbled and broken, punctuated by the sound of Sukuna's hips slamming against your upturned ass. He's fucking you like he hates you -or maybe like he owns you- each stroke punching deep enough to kiss your cervix, his heavy balls swinging forward to smack your swollen clit with every impact.
“Louder,” he grunts, sweat dripping from his brow onto your arched back, “Want the whole floor to hear how pathetically desperate you are.”
“MMMPHH-! S'KUNA-! S'KUNAAAA-!!”
His free hand cracks down on your ass, the SMACK echoing through the room, leaving a perfect red handprint blooming across your jiggling cheek. You wail, cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick shaft, and he laughs- a beautifully dark and cruel laugh.
“Squeezing me already? We're just getting started.”
Neither of you hear the door open.
There, framed in the doorway, stands Gojo Satoru -Sukuna's unfortunate roommate-frozen mid step with a physics textbook clutched to his chest like a shield.
“Sukuna have you seen my-“
His beautiful blue eyes -stunning even behind those thick rimmed glasses- go wide as he processes the scene before him. Sukuna. On the bed. Balls deep in some girl, fucking her so hard the cheap bedframe is creaking against the wall. The wet schlck of her soaked pussy getting absolutely ruined filling the room, followed by broken, sobbing moans…
Oh my god. Oh my GOD.
Gojo's mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No sound comes out.
And then you lift your head.
Just slightly -Sukuna's grip loosening for a fraction of a second as he adjusts his angle- and your tear streaked, fucked stupid face turns toward the door. Tongue lolling out. Eyes rolled back so far the whites show. Drool connecting your lips to the sheets in shiny strings.
Gojo's heart stops.
That's-
He knows you.
He's seen you. Curled up on the common room couch with Toji, sharing a blanket, stealing bites of his ramen while he pretended to be annoyed. Laughing at Toji’s terrible jokes. Wearing his oversized hoodies.
That's Toji’s girlfriend.
“The door” Sukuna grunts, hips never faltering, “was locked for a reason, four eyes.”
“S-Sukuna-“ Gojo's voice cracks, strangled.
Sukuna doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. He just turns his head- slowly, lazily, like a predator acknowledging prey that poses zero threat and grins.
“Like what you see?” Sukuna's smirk is practically audible as he pulls out slowly -you whimper at the loss- giving Gojo a full, glistening view of his cock, veins pulsing, slick with your arousal. Then he slams back in, punching another scream from your lungs.
“I-I-“ Gojo stammers, textbook slipping from nerveless fingers.... He should leave. He should definitely leave. But his feet are rooted to the floor, and his cock is hardening traitorously in his sweatpants, tenting the fabric in a way that's impossible to hide. Fuck fuck fuck-
“I- you- she's-“ Gojo's brain is short circuiting, glasses fogging from the sudden heat of the room. His eyes dart between Sukuna's sweat slicked torso, your arched back, the obscene gape of your pussy every time Sukuna pulls out to the tip before slamming back in, “That's Toji’s girlfriend!”
“Is she?” Sukuna's voice drips with mock innocence. His tatted up hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head up so Gojo can see your face clearly. Can see the way your eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide with need, any trace of shame long since fucked out of you, “Could've fooled me. She's been my personal cocksleeve for months now.”
“Wha- months?!”
You moan- high, desperate, shameless and push your hips back against Sukuna, chasing his cock like your life depends on it, “AAAHHHH-! OH GOD-! S-Sukuna, he's- he's watching-“
Gojo makes a choked sound. She's- she's not even trying to-
“I know.” Sukuna's red eyes lock onto Gojo's frozen form, “Isn't that the point?” He yanks your hips up higher, so Gojo can see everything -the way your puffy lips stretch around his girth, the creamy ring of arousal at his base, the way your clit throbs with every impact. “Come closer, Satoru. Get a real look at how a pussy should be fucked.”
I should leave, Gojo thinks frantically, even as his feet carry him two steps closer. I should definitely leave. This is insane. This is- I should turn around and walk out and pretend I never saw this. I should tell Toji. I should- His hand drifts unconsciously toward his straining erection-
“Don't touch yourself,” Sukuna snaps, and Gojo's hand freezes mid air, “You don't get to cum. You get to watch. Learn something, virgin.”
Gojo doesn't move.
“I can see your dick twitching from here. Poor pathetic virgin, watching his roommate ruin another man’s girl. Getting off on it. Tragic.”
Gojo's face flames scarlet. His hand shoots down to cover the obvious tent in his sweatpants, humiliation burning through him- but he still doesn't leave.
Toji’s going to kill him, Gojo thinks wildly. Toji’s going to find out and literally murder him on campus.
Sukuna slams back into you so hard the bed screeches across the floor, “-pay attention, looser.”
What follows is the most deviant lesson of Gojo Satoru's life.
He watches the entire time- glasses steamed, cock throbbing, shame weighing heavy in his chest as Sukuna fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. Sukuna even flips you over and makes you ride him reverse cowgirl so Gojo can see everything- the way his thick cock splits your pussy open, the way your creamy slick drools down his shaft, the way your stomach bulges slightly every time he bottoms out.
“Look at him,” Sukuna commands, gripping your jaw and turning your head toward Gojo, “Look at the pathetic little nerd jerking off to you getting bred.”
Gojo's hand is in his pants now... He doesn't remember putting it there…
You look at him -eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, utterly fucked stupid and smile, D-Does it feel good... Gojo-kun?”
He cums in his pants like a goddamn teenager after hearing your sweet voice… shit…
Sukuna laughs until he's breathless, then flips you onto your back again and fucks his own orgasm out of himself, painting your insides white while Gojo watches with a hand still wrapped around his softening cock.
“Haaaahhh… hahhhh…” You twitch and moan through the aftershocks, feeling his seed pump into your womb in thick, pulsing ropes. It's so much. Too much. It starts leaking out around his cock immediately, dripping in a creamy river onto his ruined bedsheets.
Sukuna pulls out slowly, a thick pearlescent strand of cum connecting his softening cock to your ruined, gaping hole. Your pussy clencheson nothing, pushing out more of his seed in a slow, obscene drool that patters onto the floor.
He turns to his roommate, not even bothering to wipe himself off, “clean ups on the bed.” Sukuna nods toward where you're still slumped, trembling, cunt exposed and dripping, “And Satoru?” He tucks himself back into his sweats, utterly unbothered, magnificently bored, “Next time, knock.”
He saunters out, and the door clicks shut.
Silence.
Just your ragged breathing and Gojo's sharp, pants filling the room.
Gojo doesn't move. Still stuck where he’s at admiring your glistening body- damp hair plastered to your face… the way your legs tremble…
Leave, he screams at himself. Fucking LEAVE. But… what if she needs help…?
His feet carry him forward, right to where you’re at.
One step. Two. Three.
You lift your head weakly from the bed, still trembling, mascara smeared down your cheeks, lips swollen and slick with drool. Your eyes -glazed, fucked out- find his.
You don't tell him to stop, don’t tell him to get out… you just wait and see what happens.
“He said...” Gojo's voice cracks, barely a whisper. His cock stirs to life again painfully in his soaked sweatpants, the wet patch at the front growing. He's so hard it hurts, harder than he's ever been in his pathetic virgin life, “He said clean up was on the bed…”
What the fuck am I saying, he thinks wildly, what the FUCK am I- she’s Toji’s- Sukuna’s? She isn’t my responsibility-
You shift on the bed, spreading your shaky thighs wider until more of Sukuna's cum oozes from your gaping cunt. Your swollen clit pulses visibly, still engorged, still needy.
“Then clean me,” you breathe.
Gojo drops to his knees so fast his bones crack against the floor next to the bed.
Oh god oh god oh god- His hands shake as they grip your thighs, pushing them further apart and bringing you closer to the edge until he's eye level with your pussy now, close enough that the musk of sex and Sukuna's cum fills his nostrils… until it makes his head spin. She's so- it's so- I can see inside her- she's still clenching- there's so much cum-
“I've never-“ he chokes out, face burning, “I don't know how to-“
“Lick.”
He licks.
His tongue drags a hot, wet stripe from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit, and the taste of you, mixed with him, salt and musk and sweet- explodes across his tongue. You keen, hips bucking against his face, and Gojo moans like he's the one being touched.
“Nnghh- f-fuck- more- G-Gojo- get it all- please-“
He buries his face in your cunt.
Lapping at your folds, sucking Sukuna's cum from your twitching hole, tongue fucking into you to chase every drop. His nose grinds against your oversensitive clit and you cry out so prettily, fingers fisting in his white hair, shoving his face harder against you.
“J-just like- oh god- just like that-“
She tastes so good, Gojo thinks deliriously, even with his cum- especially with- I'm eating his cum out of her- I'm- His hips rut pathetically against nothing, I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking fucked.
“Ahhhn- right there- suck my clit- s-suck it-“
He obeys. Like the good boy he is.
Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, sucking hard, tongue flicking rapidly- sloppy and inexperienced and desperate to please. Your thighs clamp around his head, muffling his whimpers, and his hands grip your ass to pull you tighter against his mouth.
“Good boy,” you gasp, and Gojo sobs against your pussy, hips jerking, “Such a good- nnghhh- good little clean up boy- eating his cum right out of me-“
“Mmmph- mmhhnn-“ He can't respond, mouth too full of your cunt, but his cock leaks in his sweats, another spurt of precum joining the mess.
The door opens.
“Shit I forgot my wallet-“
Sukuna stops.
Gojo freezes, face still buried between your thighs, Sukuna's cum smeared across his lips and chin.
Sukuna's eyes take in the scene- his roommate on his knees, face deep in the pussy he just bred, glasses askew, sweatpants tented once more and soaked…
“Well, well.” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking, “Maybe you're not completely useless after all, four eyes.”
I'm going to die, Gojo thinks, He's going to kill me. I'm going to-
“Did I say you could stop?”
Gojo's tongue resumes its work against your sloppy cunt until you throw your head back and moan.
Sukuna watches, pulling out his phone.
Click.
…
That night, Toji texts Gojo: Hey man, have you seen my girlfriend around? She's not answering her phone.
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