got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?
Youâve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like heâd just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Tojiâs gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukunaâs chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
âWhatâs your problem?â Came Tojiâs eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didnât paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
âIâve already had her four times,â Sukuna grunted, âthe brats insatiable.â
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
âWhat, she ovulating or something?â Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukunaâs gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
âThat or sheâs in heat, damn near milked me dry.â He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here youâd reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
âSeriously?â He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, âhad to tap out did yaâ Ryomen?â
Sukunaâs scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
âJust be grateful I wore her out for you,â he spat, âand watch your tone, or itâll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.â
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic âsqueak!â before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other manâs hand shot out to catch it.
âYeah yeah,â he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, âdrink some fuckinâ water and get outta my way.â
If he were being honest, when heâd left for the gym that morning heâd been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that youâd wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldnât be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So heâd left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and heâd been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasnât the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Tojiâs lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukunaâs gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didnât indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didnât move, didnât speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
âYouâre soaked sweetheart,â he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
âWhatâs that sweetheart?â He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you werenât mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
âMore, more, need more, please âkuna, please jusâ one moreâŠâ
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
âOld Ryoâ couldnât keep up, huh?â He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much to heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
âDonât worry doll, âm here now.â
Toji didnât waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukunaâs spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before heâd finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
âCâmon, look at me now,â Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when youâd first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
âOh, ohâŠâ you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
âThere she is,â Toji soothed.
ââJi, itâs youâŠâ came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, âneedât cum, need to cum again, pleaseâŠâ
âAgain?â Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, âthatâs a little greedy of you, donât you think?â
âIncredibly greedy,â a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukunaâs broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukunaâs sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukunaâs gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Tojiâs spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
âHavenât even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,â Toji teased, âand after Ryoâ took such good care of you too.â
âPlease,â you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, âplease donât tease me.â
âAw Iâm sorry sweetheart,â Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, âyou just need it real bad, huh?â
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
âShh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ân deep.â The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
âDeep⊠deeperâŠâ
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
âFinally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?â Toji teased, âThatâs alright, donât need to think. Just keep squeezinâ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?â
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Tojiâs bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
âKiss me,â you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, âoh, hng-⊠please TojiâŠâ
Toji didnât bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
âGood?â Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Tojiâs forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
âOi, what are you?-âŠâ
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukunaâs hand slid across the back of Tojiâs neck. Tojiâs eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukunaâs grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Tojiâs brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukunaâs hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Tojiâs hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukunaâs chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
âFuck sweetheart,â he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, âthatâs it, just like that.â
His thrusts didnât slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Tojiâs ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Tojiâs skin.
âCâmon Fushiguro,â Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, âdonât get soft on me now.â
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Tojiâs hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
âBastardâŠâ Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
âGo on now,â he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Tojiâs ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. âmake the pretty girl cum.â
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
âClose âjiâŠâm close,â you slurred, âgonna⊠hn!- âm gonnaâŠâ
âIâm right here sweetheart,â Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukunaâs thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
âCâmon princess,â Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, âgive it to me.â
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
âShh, thatâs it, thatâs a good girlâŠâ Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
âMoreâŠâ you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
âMove Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.â
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc Iâm stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
you were sent by the heavens to slay a trecherous sea monster. but it seems that his charms and tentacles are the real treasures of the depths.
cws. smut :: monsterfucking :: tentacles :: penetrative sex :: overstim :: creampie :: multiple orgasms :: clit play :: enemies to lovers
You had dealt with many monsters in your immortal existence.
"Why, hello there."
But nothing compared to the murky depths of the ocean.
Your wings were drenched. Heavy with salt. You hated it, any cold, wet thing. This was slippery. What felt like a hundred, slimey limbs. Locking you in a helpless tussle. Deep blue, and covered in curious suckers.
Another thing you hated, feeling helpless.
Crashing waves cottoned your hearing. The thick smell of the ocean stuffed your nose. The sky was a grey glare. Cracking open in small parts for the sun to mock you too.
"Release me youâ foul creature!"
Your screech tore through the roar of the mighty seas.
His deep chuckle caressed you. Stilled the storm in your heart. Through the mess of thick tentacles, the torso of a man appeared before you.
Hair white and iridescent, like pearls. Eyes as blue as the sun hitting the sea. Enchanting. Sculpted by the might of the ocean.
The being crooked his head. Watching as your wings feebly fluttered against his strong limbs. "Sent by the heavens for little old me?"
He jerked you closer. Those slippery tentacles scouring you. Wound you up until only your head was free from their treacherous coil.
Up close, he was more beautiful than the ocean and all of its terrors.
Still, you stained his face with a violent spit.
"The heavens ordered me to come back with your head, wretched monster."
His smile grew, even as your saliva slipped down his cheek.
"Is that so?" His face craned closer. Stare hypnotising. You were warned about this.
His damp, white lashes hung low, and he whispered. Too calm for a creature birthed in the heart of the black sea.
"Well, I think you'll find that I'm wonderful company to keep around."
Even his grin was pearly. You were done for.
Wrists trapped behind you. One coiled tight around your waist, another round your throat. Your thighs clasped in their silky lock and spread open wide. Displaying your sin to the ocean.
Your slick mixed with the sea water. Dripping helplessly from your stretched out pussy. Greedily welcoming two thick, pumping tentacles. Relentless, greedy. Sticky with a mix of your divine cum and whatever monstrous goo oozed from him.
It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.
"Say it again for me, sweet thing." His voice drawled on your ear.
"S-. ⊠Satoru."
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âŻâŻ  thinking about boyfriend choso who fucks his fleshlight instead of you whenever you piss him off . . .
choso would have your legs spread, pretty laced panties pulled to the side revealing your cunt to him, puffy and slick with arousal. his hand warm and weighty against your skin, veins shifting subtly each time he pinned your thigh down each time your hips bucked up to meet him. the other hand enveloping a clear little fleshlight, barely the size of his fist, about to give way to the sheer thickness of his cock â dark veined and throbbing.
it was torture. he knew it was. he even threw in some haughty moans just to watch you squirm a bit longer. his warm breath fanned against your ear as his voice dipped quieter, his sloppy pace not faltering: âjusâ love testing my patience, huh? this what you wanted? watching me breed plastic instead of my sweet girl?â â his patronizing tone shouldâve irritated you, yet it only left you feeling more lightheaded.
the obscene squelch each time he pumped his cock in and out, rolling his hips against your pliant frame, only evoking more whines and soft pleas from you, wishing that he was fucking you instead and not that stupid toy . . . yet he doesn't give.
rivulets of precum spill out from his flushed tip, spilling all over your tummy, balls occasionally smacking into your cute clit, craving even the slightest bit of friction, your hands wandering helplessly near your own heat, doing nothing to relieve the dull ache. your pretty eyes didnât dare turn away from his glistening dick, icky sounds coming from the plastic, each slow roll of his hips filling you up with unadulterated need.
unfortunately for you, choso is a man of his word. he wanted to fuck you right then and there, make you cum all over his cock like the good girl he knew you were â but you had to learn your lesson first . . . afterall, being your boyfriend meant keeping you just a little bit in check.
at this point youâre torn between cursing him out and slamming his dick into you yourself, or just watch him fuck himself right over your pulsing cunt :c
except youâre lucky he just loves you sooo soo much ! ! once he's finally at the brink of cumming all over you and can no longer resists your honeyed apologies, heâll toss the fleshlight aside and stuff you full with his cock. thick head brushing your plush spots without even meaning too, mushroom tip kissing your womb with each heavy thrust.
he brought the pad of his finger to your slippery clit, pressing firm figure 8âs, making you see stars; slick dripping down in between your thighs as you babbled an incoherent string of pathetic im sorryâs and thank youâs, all while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear: âsuch a good girl,â âtaking my cock so wellâ â until the only thing you can do is clamp down on him endlessly, milking him as thick white ropes paint your walls.
by the end of it all, heâs so proud of his sweetheart for taking her punishment so well !
âgo ahead,â satoru leaned down to whisper into his sonâs ear. in the little boys hand was a handmade card in shape of a heart. it was clear that he put a lot of effort into it, even if the glitter glued on was getting everywhere. âgive that to mommy.â
you were in the bedroom, still sound asleep. today marked your fourth year of being a mother to a sweet boy whom you shared with the love of your life.
satoru had promised that after the fight with sukuna, the first thing heâd do would be to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. even after multiple failed attempts, the day two lines appeared on the pregnancy test was the day you were already planning baby names.
they both quietly slipped into the master bedroom, tip toe-ing over to your side of the bed. satoru could feel his heart warming, you were beautiful in every aspect. he had a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand as the other urged the 4 year old to gently wake up up.
âmommy..â he whispered, tapping on your cheek. the sudden touch made your eyes flutter open, beginning to adjust to the sunlight seeping through the curtains. âhm? sweetie, what are you doing up so early-â your groggy voice was cut off when you saw what was in his hands.
âhappy motherâs day, momma!â he lifted up the card excitedly, already wanting you to read it.
you felt your eyes beginning to tear up at the sight. âaw baby..â you took the paper from his hands, seeing the messy handwriting. as you read through it, the more tears fell out. âi love you, honey.â your arms circled around the kid.
âwhy you cry?â he asked, completely oblivious to your reaction. âi make you sad mama?â
âno buddy, you made her happy. sheâs crying happy tears.â satoruâs hand reached to rub his back before handing you the flowers. âhappy motherâs day to the most beautiful woman in this universe.â another set of arms wrapped around the both of you. âlove you forever.â he whispered, pecking your temple.
âi love you too, satoru.â you sniffled.
satoru pulled away, nodding outside the room. âwhy donât you go get mommy her breakfast?â your sons face lightened up, remembering how the two of them spent their morning preparing pancakes. âokay!â he ran out into the kitchen.
a warm smile took of satorus face as he faced you again. his hand cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears. âso thankful to have you as my wife, and the mother of my kids.â
after the sentence fully processed, you stared up at him confused. âwe only have one kid?â
â⊠our boy is a bit lonely, donât ya think?.. besides, i miss seeing your belly swollen. why donât we change that tonight?â
summary: the gaang admit they want you and decide to show you exactly how much.
warnings: sub!reader, fem!reader, orgy dynamics, multiple partners, oral sex, handjobs, throat fucking implied, oral receiving, praise kink, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, temperature play, ice play, sensory overload, rough kissing, gagging, degradation themes, punishment but no reward, consensual dominance, breast play, nipple stimulation, clit stimulation, messy kissing, cum play, sexual tension, power dynamics, smut, MDNI;
wc: 2,5k
a/n: katara being both a top and the mastermind behind this was inevitable actually. thank you to my đ anon for suggesting this.
It started as a joke.
As a funny question about who was having crushes on who.
One thing led to another, and they all somehow told you it was you.
That was when silence fell over the entire room.
During your time together with the gaang, there had been awkward moments and silence before, yet nothing too out of the ordinary. But this one? It was different. More suffocating. More⊠intimate. You could feel the gazes on you now, watching you with focus and unreadable expressions.
Your heartbeat started increasing, your palms turning sweaty as your mind scrambled for something to say. You didnât know what to do or where to go from this.
Of course, the attraction was both ways.
From the moment you met them and started spending time together, you felt it growing stronger with every passing day. But you never dared to say or do anything about it, too scared it would ruin the vibe between all of you.
The close relationships you had built with each of them mattered too much. You couldnât throw everything away.
âWe didnât want you to feel weirded out, you know?â Katara finally broke the silence as she scooted closer, until her chest pressed against your arm.
âOh, no, I would neverââ
Your breath caught in your throat the moment her hand landed on your thigh.
âIs that okay?â Katara asked softly, fingers resting there carefully.
You could barely answer her.
You nodded quietly instead.
âI want to hear you talk,â she pushed gently, her hand slowly sliding higher up your thigh.
âItâs okay,â you breathed out shakily.
âYouâre blushing like crazy,â Sokka snickered as he leaned back on his palms, eyes never leaving your form.
You threw him a glare, but the second your eyes locked with his, you couldnât hold it for long.
Yeah.
For the first time, you actually felt intimidated by Sokka.
âAre you too hot right now?â Katara spoke again, making you look back at her. âYouâre burning up,â she continued while your breathing turned more uneven with every second. âShould I help you?â
She offered it so casually, like she wasnât making your entire body heat up with just a few touches.
You wouldâve liked not to answer so fast. But you did.
She barely even managed to finish speaking before a nervous âyesâ left your lips.
Toph and Sokka immediately giggled while Zuko and Aang sent you sympathetic looks, though neither of them looked much calmer themselves.
âCome here, then. Lay your back against my chest,â Katara instructed gently, though there was still firmness hidden beneath her soft tone.
You nodded quickly and shifted towards her, settling between her legs until your back rested against her chest comfortably.
âTell me if itâs too much, alright?â she whispered near your ear.
Then you felt her hands slide downwards until they rested over your breasts beneath the dark green robe you were wearing.
Your breath hitched.
Katara hooked her fingers into the fabric and slowly dragged the material aside, exposing your bare breasts to the entire room. Cool air brushed against your skin immediately, making your nipples harden from the sudden loss of warmth.
Sokka whistled at the sight before Zuko nudged him hard in the side.
Aang stayed quiet, but his eyes were completely focused on your chest now.
âNothing underneath?â Katara questioned with a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
âIâ you all appeared out of nowhereâ I didnât have timeââ you tried to explain quickly.
âSheâs lying,â Toph interrupted with a grin.
Your face burned hotter as you looked down at your lap.
Katara raised a brow at you expectantly.
You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes, avoiding their eyes.
âI wore nothing on purpose,â you finally admitted on a quiet tone.
A moan instantly slipped from your lips when Kataraâs hands squeezed your breasts, kneading the soft skin slowly.
âOh,â she whispered against your ear. âThen maybe weâll have to punish you for lying and for the other times you did things on purpose.â
Her fingers squeezed your nipples harder.
Then suddenly, you felt something freezing against your skin.
You jolted.
Looking down, you realized the tips of Kataraâs fingers had turned icy cold, frost slowly forming against your heated skin. The sharp contrast made your entire body squirm in her lap.
She kept rubbing your nipples between her fingers, making shaky cries leave your throat from both the sting and pleasure of it.
âMhmâ ah!â
Your head fell back against her shoulder.
âNeed some warmth?â she teased softly.
Before you could answer, you heard heavy footsteps approaching.
You lifted your head slightly and saw Zuko walking towards you before lowering himself onto his knees between your legs.
His large hands rested carefully against your knees first before slowly sliding upwards over your skin.
âThat okay?â he asked quietly, eyes fixed on yours while waiting patiently for your answer.
You nodded automatically.
Katara immediately pressed colder fingers against your nipple in punishment for your non-verbal reply, making you jolt with a whimper.
âYes! Yes, itâs okayâ Iâm sorry,â you gasped out quickly.
Zukoâs lips curled into a small teasing smirk before he slowly pushed aisde the material of your robes, completely revealing your legs along with your undergarments.
Then his palm slowly went between youe legs, pressing directly against your clothed core.
Your hips jerked forward instinctively at the warmth of his hand against your sensitive heat.
Kataraâs lips brushed against your ear at the same time, making another shiver run through your body.
You had Kataraâs cold hands on your breasts and Zukoâs warmth pressing down on you through the material, the contrast making your head spin.
You were so lost in the moment that you didnât even notice Aang and Sokka stepping closer until they settled beside you on either side.
âGonna help us out a little too, right?â Sokka asked with a grin.
âIf you want to, of course,â Aang added with a soft voice, offering a nervous smile.
How could you even refuse them?
âIâd loveâmhmâ love to,â you say, a lot breathier than intended.
Sokkaâs grin widened after hearing your reply. He then took your hand that rested on Kataraâs leg, while Aang carefully lifted your other hand, fumbling slightly with his trousers.
Normally, you probably wouldâve giggled at how awkward he looked for a second. But Zuko and Katara already had you dizzy from the overwhelming contrast of hot and cold sensations moving through your body.
You let both boys guide your hands where they wanted them, your eyes slightly widening when you saw them pulling out their half-hardened cocks.
Sokka was bigger than you expected, not overly thick but long enough to make your throat tighten. Aang was thicker, with more prominent veins running along his length, making you wonder how would it feel inside you.
Both of them were already leaking precum, feeling their wettnes the moment your fingers wrapped around them. Quiet hisses and groans filled the room as you started moving your hands slowly, thumbs spreading the slick fluid over their tips before stroking up and down carefully.
Sokkaâs hand quickly caught your wrist, encouraging you to pump him faster, while Aang seemed to enjoy slower movements more.
So you tried your best to give both of them what they wanted.
But it was hard to stay focused.
Katara was still kneading your breasts like they belonged to her, earning soft whimpers from you every few seconds before icy jolts shot through your body whenever her cold fingertips brushed over your sensitive nipples too harshly.
At the same time, Zukoâs palm kept rubbing over your clothed core, thumb brushing your clit, pressing down and spreading his warmth all over, making your hips twitch forward helplessly.
When he finally stopped moving and pulled his hand away, you almost whimpered at the loss. But then your gaze dropped towards Toph, who was crawling towards you with a grin spread across her face.
âWhatââ
âShh,â Katara cooed softly into your ear, her warm breath brushing your skin and making your heart race even faster. âItâs okay.â
Toph reached you and immediately pushed your legs apart wider while Zukoâs hand suddenly caught your chin, forcing your attention back onto him instead.
You blinked in confusion at first, only for your breath to catch when you realized he was freeing his cock too.
Slowly, carefully, he guided the tip against your parted lips.
âJust a little?â he asked, voice low as the tip brushed against your lower lip.
âYes,â you breathed out quickly before Katara could punish you again for staying quiet.
That was all Zuko needed.
He pushed into your mouth too fast at first, making you gag immediately as tears burned at your eyes. He muttered a quick apology under his breath before pulling back slightly to let you breathe. Then he moved again, slower this time, more careful. Though you could still tell he wanted to go faster.
Your watery gaze dropped towards Toph, who was already pulling the rest of your clothes away completely. The second she exposed your cunt, her fingertips slid through your folds curiously before she chuckled softly at how wet you already were.
Your hips instinctively moved towards her touch, the sudden movement making you gag around Zuko again.
Toph only grinned wider at the sounds.
She lowered herself between your legs completely before hooking them over her shoulders.
Then her mouth was on you.
The first slow lick along your folds made your entire body shake. A second later, she sucked harshly at your clit, earning louder muffled cries from your throat around Zukoâs cock.
Katara kept whispering soft praises into your ear while stimulating your nipples relentlessly. They were probably swollen and red by now from how much attention she gave them, but the sting only turned you on more.
Your grip around Sokka and Aang loosened slightly as your focus completely shattered from all the sensations hitting you at once.
Zuko thrusting into your mouth.
Toph licking between your legs like she was starving.
Katara torturing your sensitive chest.
Sokka noticed immediately.
He firmly grabbed your wrist and guided your hand faster along his length, using your grip to help himself chase his release.
Aang stayed gentler instead.
He slowly rocked into your hand while one of his palms moved into your hair, carefully massaging your scalp and trying to comfort you despite how overwhelmed you already looked.
The room slowly filled with sounds.
Your muffled moans.
Sokkaâs groans.
Aangâs shaky breaths.
Zukoâs rough grunts.
And the wet slurping noises coming from between your legs every time Toph sucked harder at your clit.
Meanwhile, Katara stayed steady behind you through all of it, paying attention to every reaction your body gave her. Every twitch. Every gasp.
Every tear gathering at your eyes whenever Zuko pushed too deep into your throat or Toph sucked your clit too harshly.
At one point, your eyes fluttered shut completely.
There were too many sensations at once. Too many hands touching you everywhere â your breasts, your waist, your stomach, your thighs.
âIâm close,â Zuko suddenly grunted.
Your eyes opened halfway.
Steam curled faintly from his skin and through his nose, while veins stood out sharply along his neck as his thrusts became rougher and sloppier.
Then, with a sharp breath, he finally pulled out and spilled over his own palm instead.
You inhaled deeply the second your mouth was free, finally able to breathe properly againâ
âbut the relief barely lasted two seconds.
Kataraâs hand grabbed your chin firmly and turned your head towards her before she crashed her lips against yours.
The kiss instantly turned messy.
Teeth clashing. Lips biting.
Saliva slipping down your chin as she kissed you greedily, swallowing every shaky whimper that left your throat. At some point, her hand slid back down between your thighs, fingers pressing directly against your clit while Toph kept licking at your folds below.
Toph hummed against you, tightening her grip around your thighs.
You moaned louder, hips moving faster now until you were practically grinding your pussy against Tophâs face.
Your toes curled hard and a hot feeling started tightening inside your stomach, growing stronger with every touch, every movement, every hand on your body.
Then suddenly, another hand tilted your chin upwards.
Aang.
He lowered himself closer before pulling you into another kiss immediately after Katara let you go. You thought he would be a bit more composed, but with the way his tongue pushed into your mouth desperately⊠it was far from that.
Your hand still stroked him through the kiss, feeling him twitch harder and harder in your grip. He whimpered against your lips, both hands tangling into your hair as he pulled you closer.
The kiss quickly became sloppy and desperate. Then his whole body tensed suddenly.
You felt hot cum spill over your hand while his movements faltered completely. Small apologies left his lips between kisses, breathless and embarrassed.
You couldnât help smiling faintly against his mouth.
But before the moment could last, another strong hand wrapped gently around your throat, pulling you away from Aang.
Then Sokka kissed you next.
He no longer needed help to finish as he did the work by himself since you were so lost in the moment.
Your jaw hurt and your lips were completely swollen because of the kissing. You were still trying to focus on reaching that feeling that felt so close.
You let out a moan as you let Sokkaâs tongue leave your mouth, while your hips rose up to meet Toph faster. But before you can feel that sweet pressure finally snap, you heard Kataraâs voice behindyou.
âStop,â her voice came out strong and firm, making you shiver.
Tophâs movements slow down as she leans back, while Sokkaâs mouth leaves yours.
âButââ you try to complain.
âWhere would be the punishment if we let you get what you want?â she smiled at you, but her eyes gave you another message⊠one that stirred something in you. Something heavy and dark and⊠curious.
Youâve never thought youâd enjoy feeling so many hands on you, so many mouths, so many bodies⊠but you did, and you wanted to see how far this will go.
Katara patted your leg to get up, and you tried, but you almost fell due to your wobbly legs, yet Aang moved faster and caught you in his strong arms.
âEasy,â he whispered in your ear, making you look up at him, seeing how fond he was looking at you. He had that kind smile on his face.
Before you can even thank him, you heard Kataraâs voice behind you, sending shivers down your spine.
Gojo makes your pretty belly bulge for all his viewers âĄ
àšà§ â The chat explodes when Gojo hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them aside.
He doesn't take them off- just stretches the soaked fabric to one side and holds it there, pinning it against your inner thigh so nothing obstructs the camera's view. His other hand slides between your legs, two fingers pressing against your slit, and then he spreads you open.
Slow. Deliberate. Like he's unwrapping something precious.
"There she is," he murmurs. The ring light catches everything- the dewy, flushed stretch of your cunt, the slick strands of arousal that glint and snap as he parts your folds wider, webbing between his fingers like honey. Your hole clenches on nothing, gummy and pathetically empty.
Heh, look at that. She's dripping already and I've barely touched her.
"See how wet she gets?" His voice is like silk, pitched for the microphone. Donations ping in a frenzy. "All these people watching and your little pussy's just weeping for it."
He keeps you spread with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock to your entrance- just the tip, fat and flushed and shiny with precum. The camera catches the exact moment he nudges in... the way your gummy walls stretch and clench around the head, resisting and yielding in the same breath, that first inch sinking into wet, sucking heat.
"Nnnh-"
"Shh, I got you." He rocks forward -just barely- letting the stream see how your pussy swallows him centimeter by centimeter, that tight ring of muscle gripping his girth like it's trying to milk him already, "watch this."
He snaps his hips.
Your scream breaks apart into static. One brutal thrust buries him to the hilt, his cock punching so deep you feel it in your fucking chest- and when you look down, when the camera tilts to follow his gaze, you can see it.
The bulge.
His cock outlined against your lower belly, a thick ridge pressing up beneath your skin with every thrust. He presses his palm flat against it, feels himself moving inside you.
"Right there," he groans, grinding up into that deep spot "feel that? That's your cervix, baby. That's where I'm gonna -fuck- where I'm gonna ruin you."
And then he batters it.
His pace turns savage- hips snapping with brutal precision, that fat cock ramming your cervix over and over until your insides feel like mush. Each thrust punches a whimper out of you, your walls going soft and sloppy around him, unable to do anything but take it. The bulge in your tummy jumps with every stroke, obscene and undeniable.
"Oh god- oh god- 'Toru- c-can't -hnngh-"
"yeah you can." His voice is wrecked, strained, "and you're gonna cum while they watch."
She's getting so tight- squeezing me like she's trying to break my cock off-
The wet sounds are obscene. Your pussy squelches with each pump, arousal churning into something thicker, frothier- a white, creamy mess that clings to his shaft and oozes out around the stretched rim of your hole. It smears against his pelvis, his balls, drools in sticky rivulets down to the sheets.
"There it is," he breathes, thumb finding your clit, "there's my messy girl. You hear that? Hear how sloppy you're getting?"
Schhllk
He grinds against your battered cervix, holds there, and your orgasm crashes through you like a wave- walls clamping, legs seizing, voice cracking on a sob as your cunt creams around him in thick, milky spurts. He doesn't stop. He can't stop. Just fucks you through it, churning your release into a frothy ring at the base of his cock, the camera catching every filthy detail.
The view count ticks past thirty thousand.
His cock throbs inside your spasming cunt, and Gojo just laughs- breathless, wrecked, mean.
The apartment door barely latched before Sukuna shoved you face-down over the back of the couch, yanking your dress up, spreading your slick with his cock, his precum mixing yours as he thrusted into you.
âShitâKunaâslow downââ you gasped, but he only laughed and fucked you harder, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing through the quiet living room.
Down the hall, Tojiâs eyes snapped open in the darkness of his room. The rhythmic thump thump thump of the couch against the wall is whatâd woken him.
Your next moan was shamelessly loud as Tojiâs door creaked open. He stood in the doorway, shirtless, massive bulge straining his gray sweats, âWoke me up with this sloppy shit,â he rumbled.
His eyes raking over your bouncing tits and the way Sukunaâs thick cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.
Sukuna slowed his thrusts but didnât stop, grinding deep while looking over at his roommate. âTook you long enough, Fushiguro. Sheâs making too much noise anyway. Come shut her up.â
Toji didnât hesitate, shoving his sweats down, letting his heavy, veiny cock spring free. You barely had time to whimper before he was gripping your hair and feeding his length past your lips, stretching your mouth wide.
âFuck⊠thatâs it,â Toji groaned, eyes rolling back as your tongue swirled around him.
They found their rhythm fast, Sukuna pounding your pussy while Toji fucked your throat, their hands roaming your body. You came hard with a muffled scream around Tojiâs cock, pussy clenching and gushing around Sukuna. Both men groaned at the feeling.
The gluck-gluck-gluck mixing with the constant schlick-schlick of Sukuna destroying your pussy. You moaned desperately around Tojiâs length, tears streaming as you came hard. Your pussy spasmed violently, squirting around Sukunaâs cock.
Sukuna followed instantly, pumping rope after rope of hot seed into your pulsing cunt until it leaked down your thighs. Toji came last, thrusting himself deep down your throat flooding your mouth with thick cum.
Toji pulled out of your mouth as he wiped the mess across your cheek, smirking down at your tear-streaked, fucked-out face. âSwallowed most of it like a good girl.â
You barely caught your breath before Sukuna yanked you up by the hair, spinning you around and shoving you onto your back on the couch.
Toji moved in immediately, grabbing your ankles and folding you in half, knees pressed to your shoulders in a mean mating press. âFuckâwaitââ you whimpered, still twitching from the last orgasm.
He grinned down at you, that scarred lip curling as the fat head of his cock nudged your swollen folds, pushing Sukunaâs seed back inside you.
âDonât worry, princess, Iâll go slow on this pretty pussy.â Toji growled, he sank in with his thick cock and fuck, he was even bigger than Kuna. You moaned loudly as Sukuna caught the look on your face, he was determined to get an answer, âWhoâs bigger, Ji or me?â
a/n: I think Tojiâs bigger but thatâs j cus heâs sittin right here next to me
you were an angel in ellieâs eyes. she was downright smitten with you. the way you wore your hair in two messy pigtails. either dressed up in a frilly babydoll dress or short jean shorts. there was almost no in between. sometimes ellie would play a guessing game of what outfit sheâd might see you wearing that day.
your father had hired ellie to help around the farm a little over a year ago. you were immediately taken when you first saw her. that light brown hair with an auburn tint in the sun that only fell to her shoulders. her strong arms and toned body. and those hazel eyes that you looked into almost everyday.
your father mustâve noticed your change in attitude when he hired ellie. you started going outside more often. insisting on âhelping ellie cause she might get hurtâ even if that was such a bullshit excuse. he called you out almost immediately too. the way youâd twirl your hair around her or play with the baby goats, trying to look all cute just in front of her.
today was no different. except for the fact your father was out running errands. you were wearing a white cotton spaghetti strap dress that fell to your mid thigh. paired with brown boots. today you hadnât tied your hair into your usual pigtails. you left the strands down. flowing down your back as you walked out to the barn where ellie was. she was stacking up hay bells. carrying them like they weighed nothing. which just couldnât be true since you had tried picking one up to impress her. didnât go very well. ellie was wearing a flannel with jeans and boots. her short hair pulled back into a half up half down. you swore you could feel yourself getting wet already.
you sat on the hay bell she had just laid down. preventing her from stacking another. âelliee..â you whined out her name. kicking your feet back and forth. ellie just shook her head with a little smirk. she knew your games all too well. and the little crush was clear.
when she didnât respond, you huffed. pouting slightly. âcome inside..itâs hot out here.â
â âm workinââ she muttered out. she just started stacking the hay bells in another spot. you let out a long whine. god you were such a brat. âplease? just for a few minutes?â you begged. looking at her with wide pleading eyes. how could ellie say no to that?
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once she had followed you inside you immediately shut the screen door behind her. she went to sit at the dining table. wiping the sweat off her brow. you poured her a glass of lemonade that you had made that morning. setting it by her on the table. then you walked up behind her and gently started massaging her strong shoulders. you felt her shiver at the touch. clearly not expecting it.
âdoes it feel good?â your voice was almost sickly sweet. ellie caught on to what you were trying to do but she had no energy to stop you. to remind you that she worked for your father. that this couldnât happen. yet she also didnât really care. she just relaxed into your touch and nodded with a little hum.
then you did something stupid. something brave and impulsive but stupid. you walked around and straddled one of her thighs. pouting at her like always. âpay attention to me.â you whined out. ellie had been paying attention to you but you wanted more than that.
she let out a rough exhale through her nose and her hands settled on your waist. she could feel the heat of your core through her jeans. you didnât even have shorts on under that dress. just thin cotton panties. you let out a soft whine and slowly started grinding against her thigh. she sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. you were so whiny and needy today. sure ellie had noticed the crush before but youâd never attempted anything like this.
after a moment of letting you grind she opened her eyes and started guiding your hips in a firmer way. helping you get the friction you needed. one of her hands went to your back to run her fingers down your spine.
for a moment you couldnât believe she was helping you. that she didnât push you off or tell you this was crazy. she was actually helping you. your panties started to form a wet spot. the white cotton turning a bit see through. you let out a needy moan and laid your head against her shoulder. âwant you..please.â
at your sweet words, she stood up with you in her arms. making her way up the stairs of the farm house. she opened the door to your room and laid you down on the full sized bed in the center. kicking the door shut with her heel.
she kneeled between your legs. nudging your knees open with her hands. you let out a soft whine and sat up on your elbows to look down at her. âyou just wanted my attention, huh?â her voice came out rough and teasing.
you nodded and she pulled your panties down your thighs. putting the white cotton in the back pocket of her jeans. her eyes never left your pussy. now seeing it bare and glistening with need.
she wasted no time. immediately burying her face between your legs. her tongue lapped at your folds before finding your clit and sucking gently. your moans filled the tiny decorated room. you couldnât believe this was happening at all. ellie had never gave you this attention before. clearly your countless flirting finally paid off.
ellie was hungry. she loved eating pussy and this sweet girl had spent everyday for the last year and a half just begging for her attention. she was completely immersed in your taste. her arm thrown over your lower abdomen to keep you from squirming so much. âtastes so good baby..â she murmured against your pussy. the vibrations of her voice sending shockwaves through you.
your back was arching off of the bed. hands gripping your soft sheets below you. you already felt so very close. ellieâs fingers circled your entrance before slowly pushing two in. she felt you clench around her fingers and she rubbed her hand over your stomach to calm you. ââs alright sweetheart. relax.â
a sweet whimper escaped your throat as you tried to relax. but ellieâs fingers and her tongue felt so heavenly. she curled her fingers inside of you. a long whiny moan erupting from you. a hand went do to grip ellieâs hair softly. needing something other than bedsheets to hold on to.
she felt your pussy tighten and your hips arching. she knew you were close so she pumped her fingers gently. her tongue playing with your sensitive clit. her hazel eyes met yours briefly and thatâs when you completely came undone. moans and whimpers slipped past your lips. she pulled her fingers out of you and lapped up all of your juices. kissing the insides of your thighs and up your body through that white cotton dress. finally finding your lips. just a soft peck though. not letting you have too much fun.
you let out a annoyed whine and tried to pull her back but she just tutted at you. âyouâre such a whiny brat. canât even be grateful with what i give you.â
usually youâd argue back. defend yourself and tell her that you werenât a brat. but you were too spent to say anything. all you could do was whine and whimper. she kissed your cheek and stood up straight. adjusting her hair before looking down at you. âgotta get back to work before your daddy comes home.â and with that she left your room. leaving you a complete mess with no aftercare or anything. but you couldnât find it in yourself to care. after all that flirting and purposely trying to get her attention she finally gave you some.
18+ Men who love the way you linger on them. àšà§
The second he settles between your thighs, heâs already losing himself in it. Slow at first, like he wants to savor you properly. Open-mouthed kisses pressed against your inner thighs, his hands spreading you apart while he drags his tongue over your clit with a low sound in the back of his throat that almost sounds frustrated. Like no matter how many times he has you like this, itâll never be enough.
And the worst part? He acts like heâs the one being spoiled. Every little reaction from you only makes him greedier. The twitch of your legs, the way your fingers slide into his hair, the breathy little noises you try to swallow down. He pays attention to all of it like heâs studying something important.
When you finally come apart for him, he doesnât rush through it. Doesnât pull away the second your body starts shaking. He stays there through every tremble, every pulse, drinking you in like heâs addicted to the taste of you specifically.
By the time he finally sits back, he doesnât wipe his face immediately. He just licks his lips slowly, savoring the taste, eyes half-lidded like heâs high. His mouth is swollen and shining with your slick, lips parted slightly as his eyes stay on you the entire time, heavy and dark and still wanting.
You linger on him for hours afterward. Heâll be sitting in meetings, thumb pressed against his bottom lip while his mind drifts somewhere dangerous. Driving home with one hand tight around the steering wheel because he swears he can still smell you on his skin. Somebody will ask him a question, and heâll blink like heâs just been dragged back into reality, thoughts still caught somewhere between your thighs.
It gets worse when the taste starts fading. He grows restless with it. Impatient. Checking the time too often, replying to messages too fast, already halfway gone mentally before the dayâs even over. And the second he gets home, itâs more than obvious.
His bag barely hits the floor before his hands are on you, pulling you close with this urgency that makes your stomach flip. âCâmere,â he mutters, already guiding you backward, pulling your panties to the side. Like heâs been thinking about this all day. Like heâs been craving you all day. âMissed this,â he groans against your soaked folds, already licking into you again. âBeen tasting you on my tongue all fucking day.â
With his face against your pussy with a groan that sounds almost relieved, you realize something that makes heat crawl up your spine. He could have anything he wants. Anything. But somehow, he keeps coming back to this like itâs the only thing in the world capable of satisfying him. Because the truth is simple: Once heâs had your pussy on his mouth, nothing else ever tastes the same.
⥎ threesome with frat!gojo and frat sweetheart!shoko (f/f + f/m stuff , oral + vag , satoshoko makeout #hot) ⥎ 1.0k words
reloaded cause the format was fucked the first time
âshe looks cute, doesnât she, shoko?â satoru says from behind you. he brings your head up by gripping his slender fingers in your scalp to show shoko your face. you look dazed, nervous even. no, itâs not your first time, with a girl or a guy, but itâs definitely your first time with two.
shokoâs amber eyes look down at you while she strips out her pants. now all thatâs left on her slim figure are her pink cotton bra and underwear to match.
âmmm, she does.â she climbs up onto the bed with you and satoru. satoru still sits behind you, dropping his hand down to your back to place you in an arch. an arch that pushes his cock right against your ass. shoko takes your jaw into her hand, tilting it up and staring into your eyes. âyou get this dolled up for us?â
you nod quickly with a hum. shoko leans closer into you, just inches away from your face now when satoru grinds into you.
âcan we start now or what? i want my cock in her already.â he whines, slinging his cock out of his boxers and placing it on your back impatiently.
âyouâre so impatient you canât even comprehend foreplay?â shoko asks, tilting her head to stare at satoru and his pout. âwhy i put up with youâŠâ she trails off, redirecting her attention to you. her tired, alluring eyes bore into you. youâre about to say itâs fine and he can start until you jolt. satoru snakes one of his hands down around your body to glide two of his fingers along your dripping slit.
âsheâs plenty wet, shoâ.â you blush, redirecting you head from shokoâs stare as she lightly chuckles. she grasps your jaw again and makes you stare at her as she says.
âfine. better start now before she dries up remembering your terrible flirting.â she lightly smirks, just a barely there curl along her lips.
satoruâs cock rests against your folds, just waiting to push in.
âshe likes me a lot better than you, shoko.â you can hear the smirk in his words when he slowly eases in the fat tip of his cock. your body collapsesâwell as far as it could, being on a bedâ from the feeling. you grip the sheets to try and hold on before he can shove deeper. you moan out as you feel your entrance falter at his cockâwhich youâre assuming his half the reason he has the ego he does. satoru chuckles at your sound. âsee?â he teases.
shoko grips your neck, pulling your face to hers as she arches lower herself. her lips interlock with yours, just barely innocent before her tongue slips into your mouth. it tangles itself with yours while saliva pools at the convergence between your lips from the little care of messiness. some drips down in the bed and you pay it no mind. satoru glides in deeper, scrunching his face as he relishes at the feeling.
âgod, that pussyâs gotta grip to it.â he huffs, continuing to push deeper into you. shokoâs hands migrate to your breasts, feeling and groping the soft, pliant flesh. her manicured thumbs and index fingers pinch and flick at your now hardened nipples.
you clench harder around satoru. his fingers immediately grip around your hips tighter. you continue to moan into shokoâs mouth as satoru starts actually thrusting now. he sets a just bearable pace that racks the bed back and forth.
shoko pulls away, disconnecting your mouths and breaking the strand of thick, translucent saliva that formed from your makeout. she leans back. youâre still dazed and still moaning over and over from satoruâs deep thrusts. your drooling face lingers right above her pale, bare stomach.
you watch in anticipation as she kicks off her sticky, wetness soaked panties, discards them somewhere random in satoruâs room and heaves her legs to surround your body. she draws them in closer to eachother, grinning as the press against each side of your face.
you stare at her sopping cunt sitting infront of you, looking up once to see her leaning from, rested on her palms, smirk and nod in permission. before you even get the chance to lean down and lap at her cunt like you wanted to, one of satoruâs pounding thrusts sends you forwards and latched onto her clit.
shoko throws her head back and glides her hand along your head. your tongue wiggles down, curving up into her entrance and your nose rubs against her puffy clit. satoruâs movements continuously drive you forward into her pussy as she moans above you wantonly.
both her and satoru lean forward, entrapping you between their bodies. satoruâs front rests pushed against your back and shokoâs thighs clamp even harder around you. they stare at eachotherâs contrasting eyes before diving into eachotherâs mouth like you and shoko had before.
itâs messy and wet between them, though they donât forget about you. satoruâs thrusts donât stop and he brings his hand back down to rub at your clit and shokoâs grip in your scalp has significantly increased.
you feel your clit aching and pulsing as your drawn out to your orgasm, writhing and squirming beneath them as you convulse on satoruâs cock. your tongue still doesnât give up until shoko grinds against your face and cums, leaving a trail of juices all over your lips and tongue. gojo heaves a few more times above you before pulling out and finishing on your bare back.
âby the way, you two,â satoru starts, pulled back from shoko and breathing heavy, barely able to huff his words out. âpromised suguâ iâd let him join in next time.â
ïž” àł fluff. you try to bake birthday cookies for satoru but you fail miserably
you stand in the kitchen, staring at the tray of cookies with tears already gathering in your eyes.
theyâre burnt. not just a littleâthe edges are dark and crispy, some even almost black. you had wanted to surprise satoru for his birthday with homemade cookies, but you got distracted talking to him on the phone earlier and forgot to set the timer.
âtheyâre ruinedâŠâ you whisper, voice all wobbly.
the door opens behind you. satoru steps in, blindfold pulled down around his neck, and immediately notices the tray.
âwhoa, whatâs this?â he asks, eyes lighting up despite the obvious charcoal situation.
you turn around, lips trembling. âi wanted to make you cookies for your birthday⊠but i burned them. iâm so sorry, toru. i messed upââ
before you can finish, heâs already across the room, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. he kisses the top of your head, swaying you gently. âhey, hey, none of that,â he says softly, rubbing your back. âyou made these for me? thatâs the best birthday gift ever.â
you sniffle against his shirt. âbut theyâre burntâŠâ
satoru pulls back just enough to grab one cookie. he takes a big bite without hesitation, chewing with an exaggerated happy hum.
âmmm! extra crispy. my favorite kind,â he says, grinning brightly even though you can see the slight struggle in his jaw. âthese have character. very⊠smoky. like a campfire. very gourmet.â
you let out a watery laugh, still on the verge of tears. he eats another one immediately, then a third, barely chewing before reaching for a fourth.
âtoru, you donât have toââ
âiâm eating all of them,â he says, popping another into his mouth. âevery single one. my amazing girlfriend made these for me. theyâre perfect.â
he leans down and kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips, tasting faintly like slightly burnt sugar.
âbest birthday ever,â he whispers, smiling so warmly your heart aches. âthank you, love. i love them. i love you.â
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