TITI ME PREGUNTO 𑣲 mult. jjk men
Auntie asks if you’ve gotten a boyfriend yet. You respond with, “Yeah, something like that.”
SUMMARY ⟢ every day of the week means having a new 'boyfriend', going from being with a frat boy to your own professor. "hoy tengo a uno, mañana otro, ey, pero no hay boda"
WARNINGS ₊⊹ TAGS : this fic includes frat gojo, emo choso, piercer geto, professor nanami, tutor higuruma, and plug sukuna. pussy smacking, public sex, riding, overstimulation, you get around, spitting, giving head, receiving head, you get what I mean.
. art by @thatsallitchief
FRAT GOJO - MONDAY
Weekends are for parties.
Weekdays are for planning parties.
With the exception of Monday. Monday is for fucking.
"Oh fuck!" Satoru moaned out, loudly, mind you. Rough hands leaving indents on your thighs, spreading them further out just to slam harder into you. "Pretty fucking pussy, my god."
It was the morning after a hook up you two had - in hopes of getting away from the lame party.
They picked out a boring theme. Night in New York. As if they haven't reused that like twelve times already.
To make matters worse, there were girls who weren't you trying to hit on him, complimenting his muscles and trying to get into his pants.
Anyways, it takes two to tango, so, you ended up fucking all night until morning.
"R-right there!" Your voice was barely recognizable, all messed up from the amount of times he's throat fucked you by now. Not to mention your loud ass moaning that could be heard over the music.
Satoru held onto the headboard that was slamming against his wall, leaving a dent behind. "Here sweet thing?"
You nodded - whimpering underneath his muscular frame.
His cock thrusted easily in and out of you now that your hole was all stretched out and used to his size.
"Gonna cum again?" He asked while already knowing the answer.
Something about drawing six orgasms out of you just fueled his ego. He was the only one who made you feel this good. Right?
You gasped, bucking your hips upwards when you came. Satoru didn't stop his movements, already heading for round seven. Or eight. He couldn't remember.
"Addicted to this cunt, just listen to her."
It was loud, squelching at every movement. If you weren't so fucked out you might have cringed.
"Can't.. s'too much!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, eyebrows knitting in exhaustion and pleasure. "Toru!"
Satoru ignored your pleas, dragging you closer to him, wrapping his meaty arms around your waist. His lips traveled over your cheeks before landing on your lips, swallowing every sound.
"You can take it one more time."
Your abused hole was begging for a break. But part of you didn't really want one. His cock was just too good.
"Ruined my bedsheets.." He murmured, staring down where the pool of mixed juices was. "Messy, messy girl."
You struggled to form a sentence, opting to just continue whining.
His dick twitched in you in warning.
"Gonna.. gonna cum in ya, alright?" Satoru asked, voice husky, almost as if he hasn't even bothered pulling out at all.
"Yes, yes please!"
Your nails dragged down his back, leaving behind marks that would take days to heal. Marks he would show off proudly.
He pumps a few more times, spilling into you. He finally removed his cock out of you.
His thick seed made its way out of your cunt, dripping down. "Can't have you wasting this. It's holy." With two fingers, he pushed back in his cum, humming in satisfaction.
"Thank you for this." Satoru smiled softly, leaning down to kiss his favorite girl one last time.
A knock could be heard on the door.
"Yo! Are you guys done? Need some help cleaning downstairs!" A voice that belonged to one of his frat bros called out.
How embarrassing.
EMO CHOSO - TUESDAY
"H-hey, you're here." Choso's voice trembled. It wasn't every day a goddess like you showed up outside his door asking him of all people to help you learn how to play the guitar, He opened the door wider, allowing you to enter.
There were guitars scattered on the floor, a piano tucked away, and a drums set. Every wall was covered with posters from bands with names you didn't;t even know how to pronounce.
"I just can't get the hang of it." You explained. "I feel like I'm even holding it wrong."
You've been coming in almost every week to get some private lessons from him. Choso being the pervert he was, had no shame in looking you up and down, taking notice of the skirt that was way too short.
"I'm sure you aren't." He reassured with an awkward chuckle. "Please, sit."
He pointed to an empty seat.
Your thighs doubled in size when you sat down, positioning your guitar comfortably. He gulped.
"S-so remember, every string has it's own letter."
He pulled another chair towards you, sitting down closely so he could explain. The tatted boy, apart from being terribly shy, was actually a good teacher.
"They're ordered from thickest to lowest.. see? You'll need to harden your calluses so you can play comfortably. You've got soft hands so um.. it's going to hurt at first."
You nodded, looking down at your instrument.
Up close, Choso was able to take a whiff of your perfume. God you even smelled like sin.
"Choso? Is everything okay?" You noticed the pink blush overtaking his cheeks and the way his leg bounced up and down.
"Me? Yeah, yeah I'm fine." His eyes flicked down to your lips.
"You sure?" Your voice lowered into a soft whisper. Choso gulped,, licking his own lips, the taste of metal from his piercings snapping him back to reality.
"I..I don't know."
His dick was hardening in his pants, becoming very visible. A choked gasp escaped him when your manicured hand reached to squeeze at the bulge.
"Oh my god!" He jolts up, holding onto his chair.
How cute is he.
"Can I roughen my calluses by giving you a handjob?"
It wasn't long before his twitching length was in your hand, tip leaking with pre.
"Did this hurt?" You asked, rubbing your thumb over the piercing on his tip.
"No- I mean, yes, sort of." He moaned out. Of course it hurt like hell. But he wasn't about to admit that in front of you.
You gently squeezed him, enjoying the way he trembled at every sudden touch. "And your face tattoo?"
"Yeah." He whimpered. "Hurt."
His bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth, hissing as your hand moved frantically. His shoulder length hair stuck to his neck now.
"You're so big.." You coo'ed. He was slightly smaller than Gojo in length aspect, but he was way thicker. No way was he ever going to fit inside you, so a handjob should suffice.
Choso slapped a hand over his mouth, fighting back any moan that wanted to come out. "Thank you.." His voice was now muffled.
You chuckled, moving down to the floor in between his legs. His tip slapped over your tongue before being sucked in.
In a rush of adrenaline, Choso's hand tangled itself behind your head, forcing you down to take all of him.
You moaned, looking up at him wondering where this emo gained the sudden confidence.
"Please.. don't stop!"
No girl would ever bat his eye towards him. Maybe he'd get complimented by one while at work here and there, but none would make any advances.
You gagged around him violently. Why the hell was he so thick.
Choso threw his head back, bucking his hips up. "Please, please, fuck, I'm gonna..!" He hiccuped, shooting out his seed down your throat. His hand didn't let go of you, forcing every single last drop to be swallowed up.
With one final kiss to the tip, you pulled away, smiling softly up at the panting boy.
"Great practice."
PIERCER GETO - WEDNESDAY
The bell placed over the door dinged, announcing your presence.
Geto looked up from where he was, behind his desk organizing his cabinets. "Hey gorgeous." The place was empty save for one of his coworkers who was packing up for their lunch break.
"Hi Sugu, m'here for my check up."
He nodded, standing up with a grunt. "Alright darling, come on over to the back. Let me check ya out."
Out of impulse, you pierced your nipples a couple weeks back. You'd do check ups to make sure your healing process was going well with no infections suddenly appearing.
A feral grin made its way onto his face when you pulled your shirt over your head, pretty tits out on display for him.
"Looking great." He moved closer to squeeze at the fat, thumb flickering your nipples, causing you to hiss.
"Ah, that's not good." He looked at you with lust in his eyes.
This was your favorite part. He'd notice you still in pain and he wouldn't waste a second to begin licking your breasts in hopes to lessen the irritation.
"Mm," Geto moaned with a mouthful of you. He teasingly bit at your bud, tugging at it, causing you to whine in pain. "Sorry pretty, you just got really fuckin' nice tits. All thanks to me, right?"
He was the one who pierced them after all.
You watched him drag his tongue over the piercings, sucking on it like a baby wanting to be breastfed. Your hands were on his shoulders for support.
"Look at you.. bet you're all wet now." To prove his claim, his hand slipped under your skirt, rubbing you through your panties. Sure enough, you were dripping. "You got this horny from me kissing your tits?"
"Shut up.." You groaned.
He only grinned again at that. "No need to be mad baby. I like knowing I make you feel this way."
His tongue was on you again, grunting loudly. "Love my girls."
You were beginning to feel light headed, letting out soft sounds here and there.
Geto pulled away to undo his belt, throwing it somewhere on the ground. His pants and briefs were pushed down to his knees, exposing his fully hard cock that barely stood up.
Just like Choso, he had a piercing right at the tip.
He led his cock to be in the middle of your tits, not before smacking each of them playfully. "Go on."
You bit the inside of your cheek, moving your hands to squeeze them around his length. Geto moaned seeing how obedient you were. You moved your chest up and down, giving him a nice tit job.
The strokes were beginning to get sloppy as you got tired, so he helped you out, fucking your tits like it was a pussy.
Whispering, "That's a good girl." He praised, knowing what it did to you.
He rubbed your piercings one last time before they got covered with his cum. Some landed on your face, making him chuckle.
"Sorry about that." He cleaned you up with a few tissues he had laying around. "So, I was thinking we could maybe give ya a Christina?"
PROFESSOR NANAMI - THURSDAY
"Forgot how good you tasted, sweetheart." Your professor moaned, kissing softly at your clit, dragging his tongue down to your entrance.
You were laid out on his desk, pants completely discarded and panties ripped in the middle. He promised he'd buy you more pairs anyways. "Sir.." Your eyes fluttered shut.
No one ate you out as delicious as Mr. Nanami.
It began when you begged him for extra credit in his class, which only led to one option. Sex.
His glasses were placed on top of his head, not wanting them to fog up.
"You can call me Ken.. no need for formalities."
"Feels disrespectful." You squirmed when two fingers entered your soaking folds, scissoring their way inside.
"Being this beautiful should be disrespectful to every girl, baby." He kissed your clit again, sniffing at your arousal.
You blushed at the way your slickness decorated his lower face, making it glisten under the classroom's light.
"Your test scores have been going up. That tutor of yours is doing a good job..I'm proud of you." He praised.
You scooted closer to him, a silent way of asking for him to eat you out again. He tsk'ed at your impatience.
"Baby.." He pulled out his fingers, spitting right at your entrance. "Already tasted you."
"Need more.." You begged.
With a sigh, he dipped his head back down, slurping up your juices.
STREET RACER TOJI - FRIDAY
You watched in awe as every car rushed to beat one another.
Illegal car racing, what better way to spend your Friday night?
To your side sat your best friend who wasn’t as interested as you were.
“I only came for the hot racers to be honest.” She sighed, clicking away at her phone. Your eyes adverted back to the road when the announcer yelled into the microphone.
“Andddd Fushiguro takes the lead!”
You stared closely. He was fast. In more ways than one.
So it wasn’t a surprise when he was declared to be the winner a few minutes later. Toji got out of his beat up car, scarred up from previous races.
His bangs were sticking to his forehead from the thin layer of sweat. You immediately caught his eye. No way could he ever miss those pretty eyes looking at him amongst the crowd.
“Thought you wouldn’t show up today, doll.”
“I only missed last week because my parents didn’t let me escape their stupid dinner.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest which only pushed it up.
And of course, he took notice.
It took every bone in his body not to slam you over the roof of his car to fuck you in front of everyone.
“Pretty thing like you stands out in a place like this.”
“I know.. you tell me that every time.” You rolled your eyes.
His calloused hands reached to hold onto your hips, bringing you closer with a smirk etched on his lips. "Being a brat are ya." He whispered.
"Maybe.." You leaned in closer feeling him biting at your earlobe. His body warmth embraced you, protecting you from the night's weather.
“Wanna go for a ride?”
With Toji, a ride meant two things.
He’ll drive you around town before taking you home.
He’ll drive you around town while you ride him before taking you home.
It’s always the latter.
You’re biting back whimpers as you humped him, feeling his tip graze your g-spot but not fully reaching it.
“Come on baby, you can take all of it.” Toji encouraged you, pushing you down with one hand while the other maintained itself on the wheel.
He planted a firm spam on your ass, squeezing at it.
“Bounce on it.” He ordered.
Your legs felt wobbly when you pulled yourself up, his dick almost slipping out, before slamming back down.
"I can't!" You said frustrated.
He grunted, pearly whites biting at his bottom lip. Your walls tightened around him, fluttering at every thrust.
“You just did, atta girl.”
His pubes were starting to get drenched with your slickness. “Yer fucking messy.” He said, but he wasn’t complaining. Not when he was poking at your womb, even being visible from the outside.
"Pick up the pace, we're almost at your house."
He loved when you got all cock drunk, babbling on and on about how you couldn’t fit all of him but somehow managing to at the end.
You dug your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his stubble tickle you. "Please.. help me."
With a sigh, Toji pulled over, parking behind a building.
"Dumb girl can't do anything herself."
TUTOR HIGURUMA - SATURDAY
"Gotta stay quiet- fuck, shh.."
"Hiro.." You moaned quietly, holding onto the desk as he slowly thrusted. Fucking in a library, a place where you're meant to be quiet, wasn't the brightest idea.
"Shhh," He repeated. "Don't make me cover your mouth."
Warm tears were flowing over your cheeks. He was going way too slow!
Higuruma was struggling to keep quiet as well. Your cunt was too warm , it was impossible not to fuck you stupid.
What was supposed to be a study night turned into this. It always did.
"Finish your homework, C'mon." He leaned over to point at the paragraph you haven't read yet. "Make sure to highlight any key points." His hand circled around your throat, picking up your head from the table.
Your mouth fell open, already needing to have your release. You knew he wasn't going to allow that to happen if you didn't finish your work though, so you got to highlighting. Or at least tried to.
It was hard to draw a straight line when you were getting your back blown out.
His balls slapped lightly at your ass with every roll of his hips he gave.
"Did you get looser?" He asked, taking notice of how easily he thrusted. You whimpered, making you receive an ass squeeze from him in warning. "Think so.."
You're concerned a person might walk to the area you two were hidden in. How would they react to two students fucking in a public space like this.
Spurts of cum filled up your womb.
"Hiro-"
"Don't even try asking. Finish your work then I'll let you cum."
"You're so unfair."
He placed a foot on the chair, giving him the ability to fuck you just right. "Unfair?"
Your eyes fluttered shut when he became rougher.
"Finish. Your. Work."
PLUG SUKUNA - SUNDAY
At the end of the week, you're just so exhausted. All you can think about is hitting a big fat blunt.
Sukuna was one phone call away.
You called him over when you finally had the place to yourself, waiting patiently by the window, seeing a familiar car pull up.
"Finally, took you forever."
"You're not my only client, sweet cheeks."
You rolled your eyes, snatching the bag from his hands.
"Uh-uh, pay up, shit aint free."
"Seriously? I've been a loyal customer for forever kuna!" You whined. "Can't you just give me this one free of cost? I'll pay you extra next time!"
"That's what you said last time, and the time before."
You pouted. "Kuna.."
He gave you a stern look before adhering his gaze to your shirt who wasn't doing a well job at hiding your nipple piercings.
"You could always pay me some other way."
Out of all the people you've slept with, Sukuna takes it with his monster dick.
"Oh my god!" You screamed into your pillow. His hands fully wrapped around your waist, angling you up just to his liking.
"Fuck you hear that?" He asked, nodding to the way your pussy was squelching. Sukuna laughed, letting go of your waist with one hand to smack at your cunt.
"Kuna!" You whined.
"Fuckin' shut up, shit." He panted, feeling your gummy walls flutter around him with every spank he gave.
Your thighs were shaking violently. How could they not when he was fucking your guts like an animal.
Sukuna was in a trance with the way your bouncing tits looked. The piercings were doing things to him.
His breathing was ragged now, the thin sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. He leaned down again enough to feel heat radiating from him. "You owe me." His lips began to leave open mouthed kisses along your neck.
While he fucked you into oblivion, you thought back to what your auntie asked you. Then you thought back to every single day of the week.
Yeah, you'd say you've had boyfriends.
