gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…
“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“Seems like it…”
Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.
“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”
getting interrupted mid-sex with husband!kento nanami 18+ MDNI!!!
your husband’s favorite moment was the weekend— no endless days spent in front of a computer in a gray, sad cubicle, no overcrowded trains. weekends meant just you, lazy cuddles in bed and some peace and quiet before going back to the same routine.
of course, kento built up some sort of frustration during the week and needed to let it out, one way or another. you never complained. your jobs already took enough out of your lives as is, so every chance to connect was something you both looked forward to.
that is, until someone decided to break that delicate, long-awaited freedom.
and that was none other than satoru gojo.
"are- nghh- are you seriously going to answer that?!" you whined, cheek pressed against the pillow, slightly turned to the side to look back at him. his hips slammed into you, a small plap! sound echoing through the room as skin met skin. kento’s hand was gripping your hip, palm resting against the curve of your ass to better drive himself in and out of you.
"i don't know what this jerk wants," he huffed out, mildly out of breath, "but it might be important." then, his voice grew closer, right next to your head. you could feel the way his chest had molded against your back, a perfect fit. "be. quiet." after that, he straightened himself, and pressed the green button on his screen to answer the call before bringing it closer to his ear.
"gojo, make it quick," he spoke in the coldest, flattest tone he could manage. you shoved your face against the fluffy white pillow, stifling the small cry that was begging to escape your lips. kento’s pace had somewhat slowed down. now, instead of ramming into you like before, he was leisurely sliding his achingly hard cock in and out of your wet cunt. he didn't go in deep enough for his pelvis to hit your ass, and he came out just to the tip before repeating the process.
"nanamin, you actually picked up! am i interrupting something?" satoru chuckled, his tone overly-saccharine as always. "how's your lady doing?" he added, and you could just hear the smirk in his voice.
"what do you want?" kento gritted into the speaker, and you knew it was to cover the grunt from feeling your walls squeezing around him after hitting your fluttery spot. like this, you were able to feel every ridge and vein that ran along his length, and it almost sent your eyes rolling back at every fabricated thrust.
a laugh came from the other end of the line. "oh? why so hasty?" satoru taunted. "you busy?"
kento’s nostrils flared, his irritation growing— he didn't have time for his shit. that made him halt for a second, and you whimpered out in frustration, wiggling your butt to recall his attention. blue eyes burned into the slope of your arched back. "i said make it quick, gojo. or i'm hanging up."
his cock almost slid out of you completely, then slowly, oh so slowly, filled you up, inch by inch, until it was fully nestled inside of your needy cunt. and he pressed his hips further, watching your asscheeks getting squished against his pelvis. a soft yelp was drawn out of you at the overwhelming fullness and sting against your cervix, but you immediately tried to cover it up.
"okay, okay! jeez, so grumpy even on weekends…lighten up, will ya? anywhoozles, i wanted to ask if you've seen my notes from friday's meeting? i think i forgot them by your desk and maybe you remember seeing them there? and before you start scolding me about "being more organized" and how i "shouldn't bother you on the clock, or out”, i know, i know..."
but kento wasn't hearing a single word his colleague was saying, words droning in the background like static noise. he'd muted himself, and now was punishing you for almost getting him caught.
"is that what you want, hm?" he growled. "you want him to hear how you sound full of my cock, baby?"
tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes, his pace merciless as he pounded your cunt raw, folds now red and sensitive from his balls slapping against the delicate flesh over and over again.
"k-ken... I'm- ah!- i'm so sorry, p-please slow down! s’ too much!" you sobbed, gulping down air as if your lungs could never get enough. your arm shot out behind you in a vain plea, but it only made him laugh. "perhaps i should open the mic right now? since you want to be heard so much." he teased, holding the phone close to your face now. "no, no!" you begged, panicking. "i'll be quiet. i swear, i swear!"
he hummed, seemingly satisfied with your answer, and then also slowed down, giving you a moment to recollect yourself. you thought your punishment was over when he unmuted himself.
"i don't know anything about your notes," kento spoke again, trying to hide the way his voice sounded strained from the effort. "i'll check on monday if i remember."
you felt his free hand slither around your waist, his middle and ring finger settling on the hood of your clit. you gulped. "and i will be scolding you, you aren't getting out of that."
"awwwww," satoru whined. "you're always so strict, nanamin! but okay, i'll also check better on monday. god knows where i might have left them. have a good rest of your weekend, and don't forget to tell your miss i said hi, or is she listening in right now?"
"goodbye, gojo."
kento ended the call, discarding the phone somewhere behind him on the mattress. finally, you could lift your head up from the pillow, moans that you had to keep in spilling free since he started torturing your tiny bud. "now, where were we?" he asked in a husky tone, briefly removing his fingers to lube them up with his spit, then resuming his ministrations. "see, it wasn't so hard to keep quiet, now was it?"
his pace had started to pick up again, calloused digits drawing tight circles against your clit as he hunched over you again. his other hand came to rest beside your head on the pillow, and you gripped his wrist, using it as leverage to push your hips even further up, changing the angle at which he was hitting deep inside of you.
"ken!" you cried his name loudly, not having to worry about stifling yourself. "i'm...i-i think i'm- nghh- close!" you gasped out, thighs trembling as they threatened to give out under the tight, hot coil in your belly.
"yeah? c'mon, don't be shy on me now, dear. let me hear you."
and his words were your undoing. cunt clenching his cock painfully tight, you almost screamed out into the pillow at the sheer force of the orgasm that hit you. kento’s digits didn't stop their motions over your clit, and he forced out a few more thrusts to let you ride it out before his hips began to stutter.
his forehead pressed against your back, and you felt the moment warm, thick ropes of cum erupted inside of you, filling you up completely. your legs gave out, leaving you splayed flat over the mattress with kento still buried inside you. "good job, darling, you did so good," he murmured, kissing your temple before unsheathing himself.
you could finally roll on your back, eyes narrowed in a half-hearted glare, still too blissed out to actually be pissed at him. "don't you ever answer the phone while we're having sex again," you breathed out, watching him get up from the bed to go grab a towel to clean you up.
"i agree it's not exactly convenient,” he hummed, but you could sense the amused undertone, and you shook your head, playfully rolling your eyes.
when he disappeared into the bathroom, you felt his phone vibrate. you extended your arm and grabbed it, watching the screen light up. since he also had your face recognition saved, you could see the content of the notification.
𝟭 𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲
𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼: figured i'd hang up to save ya the embarrassment, have fun tho! she clearly is ;)
had he been listening to all of it???
┊┊a/n. looks familiar? this was actually my first jjk fic on tumblr!! working on a bigger project rn so i don't have anything new to post :') enjoy!
Your boyfriend was painfully innocent. The kind of guy who blushed at dirty jokes, who still said “making love” instead of fucking, and who had never even watched porn because he felt guilty about it. He was practically untouched… until you got your hands on him.
Tonight, you had him pinned on your bed, shirtless and breathing fast, his cheeks burning as you straddled him in just a tiny lace thong. “You’ve never touched a girl like this before, have you, baby?” you cooed, guiding his shaky hands to your tits.
He shook his head, eyes wide with nerves and barely-contained lust. “N-no… never.”
“Good,” you whispered, grinding slowly on the massive bulge in his pants. You took his hand and pushed it between your thighs, letting him feel how soaked you were. He let out a broken whimper the second his fingers touched your bare pussy. “Feel that? That’s all for you. Now be good and put a finger inside me.”
He obeyed with a shaky breath, sliding one thick finger into your tight heat. The sound he made was almost pathetic; half moan, half sob — as your walls clenched around him. “More,” you demanded, riding his hand. “Fuck me with your fingers like you’ve fantasized about.”
His innocence cracked right in front of you. Soon he was pumping two fingers deep, eyes glued to the way your pussy dripped down his hand. You finally pulled your thong aside, positioned him at your entrance, and sank down slowly, taking every inch. “Oh god—” he choked, eyes rolling back as your tight, wet pussy swallowed him whole. “It feels… too good… I shouldn’t-”
You moaned, starting to ride him. His hands gripped your hips desperately as you fucked him harder, whispering every filthy thing you wanted to do to him — how you’d make him eat your pussy for hours, how you’d ride his face until he couldn’t breathe, how you’d turn his innocence into something addicted to your cunt.
He didn’t last long. With an overwhelmed cry, he came hard inside you, filling you up with thick loads while you praised him for being such a good boy and taking you so well. When it was over, he looked up at you with dazed, adoring eyes, already half-hard again.
You smiled down at him and kissed his forehead. “We’re just getting started, baby.”
ᝰ.ᐟ choso begging you to squeeze him with your thighs while eating you out ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
"ah—cho, please—"
the words broke apart in your throat, dissolving into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed softly in the quiet bedroom. you gripped the damp bedsheets on either side of your head, your knuckles turning white as his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deep stroke right over your clit.
he was relentless. he had been down there for what felt like hours, his heavy, rhythmic hums vibrating right through your skin every time you cried out his name.
"f-fuck—feels so good," you gasped, your hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, chasing the friction of his mouth. "right there—please..."
choso didn't speak. he only let out a low, dark growl of approval against your wet cunt, his large hands sliding up the insides of your thighs to hold you open wider. the deliberate, heavy rhythm of his mouth was blurring your vision, driving you past your absolute limit.
every lick was perfectly calculated, heavy and soaked with intention, until a particularly sharp, blinding wave of pleasure rippled straight through your spine.
your body reacted before your mind could register it. seeking an anchor against the overwhelming sensation, your thighs clamped shut instinctively, trapping his head securely between them.
choso let out a muffled, surprised sound against your folds, the sudden restriction cutting off his breath.
panicking, you immediately opened your legs back up, your breath hitching as your face burned with embarrassment. "oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—i wasn't thinking—"
"don't," he cut you off, his voice raspy, deeper, and rougher than you had ever heard it. he looked up, his dark eyes dilated so wide they looked almost entirely black, a faint, dark flush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheekbones.
he gripped the insides of your knees, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessiveness that made your blood run hot. "shit—do it again."
"w-what? but i—"
"please," he begged, the word slipping out with a desperate, breathless edge that made your stomach flip. his chest was heaving. "squeeze me again. oh fuck—just like that, baby. lock your legs."
the raw hunger in his expression made it impossible to refuse. slowly, hesitantly, you brought your thighs back together, locking him in place once more, applying a firm, steady pressure against his neck.
a low, ragged groan escaped him, vibrating directly against your sensitive bud. he buried his face back into you, his tongue working with a newfound, frantic intensity that completely derailed your thought process. "harder," he mumbled against your pussy, his hands sliding up to your hips, fingers bruisingly tight as he anchored you. "squeeze harder, baby."
you complied, tightening your hold, completely overwhelmed by the blinding intensity of it. you were caught so deeply in the throes of your own approaching climax that the world narrowed down to just the pressure of your legs and the wicked, relentless motion of his mouth.
because of the sensory overload, you didn't notice the subtle, rhythmic motion beneath you at first. you didn't realize that with every tight squeeze of your thighs restricting his airflow, choso was heavily, desperately humping his clothed length straight into the mattress. he was completely losing himself in the friction, his hips rolling in a tight, frantic pattern against the sheets, riding the intoxicating sensation of being choked by you.
your climax hit like a freight train, your walls pulsing violently around his tongue as a loud cry left your lips. you squeezed him tight, your thighs locking like a vice as you rode the wave.
right as you peaked, choso let out a choked, broken sound. his whole body went rigid beneath you. his hips gave one last, hard, desperate shove into the mattress, his fingers digging so deeply into your hips it was almost painful. he trembled violently, his breath catching in a long, shuddering gasp as he buried his face entirely in your thigh, hiding himself away as he spent.
as the sparks in your vision began to fade and your breathing slowed, you gradually loosened the grip of your legs. choso slumped forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow pants.
it was only then, as the quiet returned to the room, that you noticed the heavy, uneven thumping of his heart against your leg, and the distinct, damp heat pressing through the fabric of his trousers right where he had been pinning himself to the bed.
you blinked down at him, your hand coming up to rest in his dark hair. "cho...?"
he didn't move for a long moment, completely spent, his shoulders still twitching slightly. when he finally looked up, his face was completely flushed, eyes heavy and hooded with a profound, dazed satisfaction. he swallowed hard, a sheepish but utterly dark look in his eyes as he realized you had figured it out. he hadn't even touched himself; he had finished purely from the friction of the bed and the suffocating pressure of your thighs.
"told you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper as he leaned up to kiss your jaw, completely unbothered by his own ruined state. "i liked it."
︎▶︎ Tyrant, every time I ride it (starring . Dabura)
synopsis . Using his horns like handlebars while you ride him. content . slight/eventual dom f!reader, rough sex, all porn no plot, he gets a lil’ needy, feralness—on both ends, dirty talk, “improper use” of horns (lol), creampies, fucking him stupid, overstim, breeding kink, size kink, man(?)handling, etc. (not proofread)
"So this is what human pussy feels like, hm? How erotic," Dabura hums indifferently as if you weren't currently creaming around his looongly stretching length, gushing all over each widening inch expeditiously. His head merely cocks over some, "And pathetic," He adds, "Can't even take every inch of mine. Is this your best attempt at riding cock? You look as though you're about to cry."
"S-Shut-, ah-, shut up!" You huff out in between moans, lashes fluttering with a delicate sum of wetness already coating each one, "S'not my fault you're so big, asshole."
He laughs right in your face, as if what you'd just said was truly that funny to him. Then there's a faintly gentle smile—a twitch in his lips—that you notice before he says, "I am not big." His vexing eyes begin to trickle down to study the way your cunt is struggling around his veins, sopping each one up deliciously, "You just have a stubborn pussy. But it's cute how hard she tries."
Dabura is entirely unlike anything you ever could have expected and far better than any person you've ever slept with prior, undoubtably so. The only issue here is that it seems impossible to get a different reaction out of him. His eyes rarely ever show any emotion outside of the occasional instant in which his plump cockhead bumps against that particularly juicy spot inside you. It's in the way you gasp and choke over your own breath that makes his otherwise sternly sat expression falter for a second long enough to showcase pleasure.
"Does this help?" He asks after a few more seconds of finding amusement in the way your walls struggle 'n quiver around him, the thick pad of his thumb coming near your clit to swab out the letters of his name, "It's just a couple more inches, pretty thing." Dabura coos all sweetly. The moment he feels your syrupy walls begin to relax a little around him and then sink further, he finally allows you to catch a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "Thereee you go. You asked to ride me so do that—ride. And do it properly."
The alien's large hands are settled on the purchase of your perfectly rocking hips for a while after and although he knows you've been trying (and failing) to get a different reaction out of him for the past few minutes, nothing works until he notices yours hands traveling up all of a sudden. "Oh, w-wait-," He tries to get it out before your fingertips graze the smoothness of his horns. He jerks his head back a bit in an attempt of avoiding the gesture but fails entirely.
The stutter he just let out catches you off guard since that's the first and only time he's ever tripped over his words but, outside of the shock, you're left rather encouraged by the sudden break in his words.
Encouraged enough to wrap your fingers around his horns and get a good grasp on them while drawing your hips high up above his length, that sloppy wet tip of his slipping out of you with something gooey oozing out of the centered slit already.
"Fuck—damn human—I said.. wait," Dabura attempts to warn again. His voice comes out slow ‘n heavy, lacking the previous sense of mockery and amusement he had when this whole thing started. The syllables used to nastily glide off of his tongue but now they’re falling out with an almost pathetic rasp. Hands sliding up to hold your waist firmly, grasping at every stretch of skin available there, he then squeezes as if to warn you or something.
Do you heed said warning?
Fuck no.
Your grip on his horns gets even tighter and he's still trying to tug his head away from you, something suddenly fogging up his gaze as you maintain your hold on him and plop your warmth back down onto his firmly-standing cock. “Let go,” He groans deeply, the sound vibrating against his inked throat. Ignoring the poor alien, you smile and arch forward all sensual-like,
“Mmnh, see? I knew you could make other faces!” You exclaim all excitedly as you drink in the sight of his eyes failing to uphold that hardened look from before.
He couldn't keep up with his glares no matter how hard he tried, not when you've got your palms rubbing up pressed against his horns. No one ever touches them, especially not in a situation like this but, here you are.
He should've known better than to agree with you about doing all this for science or-, whatever bullshit it was you uttered to him before all this. “I demand you release my horns this-, hahh..." His lashes flutter rapidly and his hips begin to unconsciously lift up to meet yours slightly, "—this instant, angh.” Dabura groans.
Now you're the one smiling, “But, mmngh! You feel like you’re enjoying it,” You point out softly just as your hips come flush with his and you start to grind with his cock knocking around your insides, “I wonder what happens if I move my hands… up, like this,” With your little narration, your touch on his horns begins to travel in a way that's far too stimulating.
So much so that Dabura's jaw falls open and something whiny runs out of his throat. “Fuhh-, fuck. Don’t-,” Pausing to swallow thickly, “Don’t stroke them, slut—" He's cut off by the spinning of his own mind. Suddenly, he didn't know where to focus his attention. There was too much pleasure: the sensation of your hands caressing his horns, your pussy greedily gulping in every inch of his all the way down to his deftly sat base, and then the way you squirm in reaction to him being flustered. "Please? I… I meant to say please,” He corrects.
“Awwww," You mock, trying to get back at him for each time he'd done so earlier, "That was a cute attempt at trying to regain control here, really."
Dabura's eyelids lower a bit more, hiding the way his vision is slightly fogging over with something watery, “I could-, mngh.." His jaw tenses tightly enough to flash a vein decorating his sharp jawline, "I could have you under me within seconds. You’re already pushing your luck here, as if it was not you who begged for me like this.” He argues with a sudden thrust upwards.
The motion throws you off your balance for just a second, causing your voice to leave you all shaky-like, “I did n-not beg.”
“You did," He protests further, leaning-, no, slouching back and then letting his sharp fingernails dig into your skin, "You whined for me to let you play around with my cock and now that its toying around inside that sloppy pussy of yours, you’ve the nerve to get—fuck—bold with me.”
“Anh! Dabura-,” You're moaning again while he uses his firm grip on you to fuck himself deeper—impossibly deeper—inside you.
Something whorish splays out across his lips and you think he's drooling for a split second as his shaft ever-so-rudely thump! thump! thumps! against somewhere new, “You should be more appreciative of what I give you," He grunts hotly, maw beginning to dangle open whilst something feral coats his gaze, “Especially when my cock is so snug inside you like this. Can you feel that? The way I kiss the depths of this pussy?”
You hate how swiftly he had you looking like some stupidly-fucked whore on top of him, “Y-Yes, fuck! That feels s’good.”
His brows furrow with true curiosity, “Does it?” He asks, a faint softness caught in his throat. When you start nodding again, he pulls at your body so that you can resume your needy grinding, “Mmh. Prove it to me.” At that, its almost like you snap out of your daze. Your hands don't just grip onto his horns to tease him, no, no. This time around you roll your hips forwards and hold onto his horns just to keep yourself steady. Dabura tries prying his head away from you again, gasping, “Ah-, that’s cheating.”
You ignore him, of course, and with your perfect hold on him, you begin to bouce—frantically so—the sounds of your skin slapping down against his flying throughout the room and leaving everything to sound a slicked mess of sex. “Not my fault you’re sensitive here," You taunt.
“I am not—ohfuck," Dabura tried to fight back this time, he really, really did. But with the way you rut your hips back 'n forth and back 'n forth before switching to that up 'n down, hungry bounce of yours, he just couldn't keep up.
The rest of his taut frame falls into something submissive and he whimpers when you jerk him forward by the horns to match your pace. Husking, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” like a broken little mantra as his pupils blow out and he starts to lean into your touches, “Fuck me good, keep fucking me like this.” He encourages in between the hot flashes of something rigidity and heavy building up inside him, “Yesyesyes-, I’m gonna cum-," The alien gasps with abruptinly bucking hips, "I'm gonna-, mmmgh, fuck!”
You lose your balance again and almost flop forward entirely but his hold on your hips keeps you upright, leaving your hands to gravitate to his face just as a single tear of pleasure rolls out of his left eye. The moment he feels it and you notice it, he starts thrusting up faster in an attempt to distract you from it.
“Ah! Mmgh," You moan, feeling the way he tries exasperatedly to bring you to tears instead, only to fail no matter how many times his cockhead weeps tender thwaks! against your cervix. "Cum inside me?" You choke, "B-But—“
“Wanna stuff you with all of me,” Dabura pours out throatily. It was like talking to a brick wall at this point, he was already smearing something warm 'n creamy into you as he spoke, “You’ll be so pretty with my seed dripping out of you so, please,” Another pitchy gasp cuts through the air, “Take it, let it be yours—for... for science, remember?”
Just then, you almost laugh. You probably would've if you weren't busy agreeing to his babbled words, nodding your head and chuckling, “Uhuhh, cum inside me then. M-Mmnh! For science."
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brat taming with choso ! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
in which you refuse his princess treatment !? (smut)
you’re on one knee in the hallway, fingers fumbling with the laces of your left sneaker, when you hear choso’s footsteps stop behind you.
“princess?” his voice is soft, confused. “what are you doing?”
you glance over your shoulder. he’s standing there in his usual black hoodie, hair loose, brows drawn together like you just announced you were moving to another country. you finish the knot, double it, and stand up.
“tying my shoes,” you say, brushing your hands off on your jeans. “we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave soon.”
he blinks. “i always do that for you.”
“yeah, well.” you grab your bag from the hook by the door. “i can do it myself today.”
choso doesn’t move. he just watches you, quiet, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. you’re already reaching for the doorknob when he finally speaks again.
“did i forget something?” he asks. “did i do something wrong?”
you pause, turn around. his face is open, genuinely worried, and it makes your chest twist. “no, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i just… wanted to do it myself this morning.”
he nods slowly, but the crease between his brows doesn’t smooth out. “okay.”
you make it all the way to the kitchen before he appears again. you’re standing at the counter, pouring cereal into a bowl, when he stops in the doorway.
“princess,” he says again, softer this time. “i made you breakfast already. it’s in the fridge. the good yogurt. the one with the strawberries you like.”
you look at the bowl in your hands, then at him. “i know. i just felt like cereal today.”
he stares at you for a long moment. “you hate that cereal.”
“it’s fine.”
“you said it tastes like cardboard last week.”
you sigh, setting the bowl down. “choso, it’s okay. i can make my own breakfast. you don’t have to do everything for me.”
he doesn’t argue. he just watches you eat three bites of the cardboard cereal before you give up and push the bowl away. he doesn’t say anything when you grab a banana instead. instead, he keeps watching, quiet and thoughtful, like he’s cataloging every small rebellion.
by the time you’re in the car, he’s still quiet. his hand rests on your thigh like it always does, thumb stroking absent circles, but his mind is clearly somewhere else. you don’t push it. you just let the silence sit between you, warm and familiar.
he doesn’t ask again until you’re home that night.
you’re in the bedroom, changing out of your work clothes, when he appears in the doorway. he’s been home for an hour already—long enough to shower, long enough to make dinner and leave it covered on the stove. but he doesn’t mention any of that. he just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you pull a t-shirt over your head.
“sweetheart,” he says, and there’s something different in his voice now. lower. “come here.”
you turn. he’s still in the doorway, but his eyes have that look—the one he gets when he’s been thinking too hard about something and finally decided what to do about it. you cross the room slowly. he meets you halfway, his hands finding your waist, pulling you in until your chest is pressed to his.
“you’ve been doing everything today,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple. “tying your shoes. making breakfast. carrying your own bag. i didn’t stop you. but i need to know why.”
you rest your forehead against his collarbone. “i don’t know. i just wanted to feel like i could handle things. without you doing everything for me.”
he’s quiet for a moment. then his hands slide down to your ass, gripping you firmly, lifting you until your legs wrap around his waist. he carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing, laying you down on your stomach, his body already covering yours.
“you can handle things,” he says against the back of your neck, his voice low and rough. “i know that. but you don’t have to.” his hands are already working your jeans down your hips, yanking your panties with them. “you don’t have to do anything when i’m here. that’s the point.”
you feel him shift behind you, hear the sound of his zipper, feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he doesn’t wait. doesn’t tease. just pushes inside in one slow, deliberate thrust that has you gasping into the mattress.
“choso—”
“shut up,” he snaps, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades, pinning you harder. “you wanna act like you don’t need me? fine. but you’re gonna take this cock like its the only thing you need.”
his hips snap forward, burying him deeper, and you moan, your fingers fisting the sheets. “you were so fucking stubborn this morning. tying your own shoes like i wasn’t right there. making that shitty cereal like i didn’t already have something ready for you. what the fuck was that?”
you whimper, your body rocking with every thrust. “i just—i wanted—”
“you wanted to be difficult,” he growls, his hand sliding around to your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your thighs shake. “you wanted to prove something. but look at you now. face down, ass up, dripping all over my cock because you can’t even pretend you don’t need me.” his pace is brutal, each thrust punching a moan out of you. “say it. tell me how badly you need me.”
“i- i need you,” you gasp. “cho, please—”
“that’s right,” he pants, his voice dark and mean. “you need me. you need me to fuck you like this because you can't make yourself cum as good as i can. but you’re still my good girl, aren’t you? my perfect little princess who just needed to be reminded who she belongs to.” his fingers work faster, his cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, and you’re so close you can barely think. “cum for me. cum on this cock like the needy slut you are. show me how much you need it.”
you cum with a broken moan, your walls clenching around him, your body shaking. he fucks you through it, his pace relentless, his hand still working your clit until you’re sobbing into the pillow. only then does he let himself go, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he fills you.
he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. for a long moment, neither of you moves. then he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his hand stroking your hair.
“now,” he murmurs, his voice already thick with sleep. “are you gonna be good and let me take care of you?”
you press a kiss to his chest, your body still humming. “okay.”
virgin!nanami is hesitant the first time you go down on him, because as he's nearing his (blinding, earth-shattering) orgasm, you aren't pulling off. ☆
he's played the scene a million times in his head before; late at night as he palmed his cock through his boxers and tried to will his mind away from such lewd thoughts of you. in every fantasy he's had of you knelt before him like you are now, you serve him with your mouth until he's close, and then pull off to stroke him through his orgasm.
but your lips are still wrapped around him. his ragged breath, the gentle buck of his hips up into your mouth... is it not enough to tell you he's about to unravel?
kento has to lick his lips to try and save his dry mouth before he speaks, though it comes out as a broken moan anyways. "sweetheart, i'm... so close."
you hum around his cock, send a vibration up his spine that has his eyes rolling back. you hollow out your cheeks and increase your pace, desperate for a taste.
it's too much — he's never felt so boneless. nanami's right on the edge of the strongest orgasm he's ever had when he gently tugs back on your hair. "stop. stop."
you pull away instantly, wiping your spit-sheened lips dry and watching him with wide eyes. "are you okay? too much?"
kento is breathless, his cresting orgasm quickly fading out of reach. "you didn't pull away. i was going to... finish."
"well, yeah. you cumming is kind of the whole point."
he blinks. "i... not in your mouth. i respect you, and i don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for me."
you can't help but grin at the serious look that paints his face. you lean down and press a kiss to his knee, and then higher up on his thigh, and another just above the patch of hair that bases his leaky cock.
"kento nanami," you look up at him, pressing a feather-light kiss to his tip. "if i don't find out what you taste like when you 'finish' in the next few minutes, i might die. i think about it all the time, you know? touch myself wondering if you'd cum down my throat or make me hold it in my mouth a little. savour you, or whatever."
he blushes pink at the thought. your words are enough to relight the fire licking at his groin. he watches you for a moment; tries to discern whether or not you're only saying what might please him, but ultimately nods.
you don't throat him immediately, though. instead, you duck your head down and press a few messy kisses to his balls. his hips twitch upwards at the contact, his breath hitching in his lungs. you smile, dart your tongue out to lick at the source of his hesitation.
"god, that's dirty," he groans. "you like this?"
"i like you," you hum, mouthing at his balls with spit-covered lips. you're making a mess of him, though that only gives you an excuse to suggest showering together later. "like your balls too."
"i... shit, i see that."
he's so sensitive, knitting his brows together as you suck and lick and kiss his balls with a feverish sort of worship you didn't know you had in you. his cock rests against your face, throbbing as it hardens even more. he could cum like this.
but you aren't quite done with him.
when you pull back to take his cock back into your warm mouth, all the way down to the base, kento swears he must've been a saint in his previous life to deserve such pleasures in this one. you trace the vein that tracks the underside of his length with your tongue, and then hollow your cheeks out to suck.
he cums all too-quick and with a loud and uncharacteristically whiney moan that makes you wonder how he'd sound tied up and begging. it feels almost wasteful to take his load anywhere other than deep inside of you, but you're sure you'll have plenty of opportunities for that in the near future.
he tastes good. salty. you want to keep sucking, see if you can milk him for more, but he's already overstimulated and panicking a little at the sensation he's feeling. although you think he likes it, you know it'll be too much for his first time. you pull off, careful to spill as little of his release as possible, and sit back on your heels.
and kento is a mess. his lips part as he watches yours pull into a greedy smile. he's eager to watch you spit it out, perhaps just to see the visual reminder that he came in your mouth. but you meet his eyes, let him sit on your tongue a moment longer, and then swallow.
oh. he wonders how he'll ever lead a normal life again after a sight like that. his mouth is dry, cock still wet with your spit, heart beating out of his chest...
still, he manages to stop you when you move to get up and start on his aftercare. "wait."
Pairing: Streamer!Gojo x PuppyHybridGf!reader x Streamer!Choso
CW: SMUT.. so much…smut, Dog hybrid reader, Dominant Cuck Gojo, Switch/Sub Choso, Sub reader, gaming, lots of petting, petplay(? shes a dog bro), shy Choso, masturbation, punishment, dp, threesome, blowjobs, spitroasting, praise with degradation, kissing, humiliation(?), remote controlled vibrator (that pink lovense lush thing), facial (cum kind) (i gave up on adding chat lol)
"STOP SPAWN CAMPING MEEEEEUH!"
Your boyfriend groaned and smacked the desk hard enough to leave a pink blooming mark in the middle of his own palm, shaking the whole thing. The other hand was already tugging some overly expensive blue LED headphones down in frustration, white hair all messy.
"Mods! Find whoever suggested this FUCKASS game and kick them!" He practically shouted into the microphone.
Satoru was livestreaming himself playing an FPS game that chat had suggested he try, but of course, he wasn't happy about not being a pro player 5 minutes in.
Oh.
And someone woke up from their nap.
A dreamy yawn escaped your throat, ears twitching and folding up from your skull to listen to your boyfriend start cursing at his monitor(s) once again, getting worked up about people in the speeding chatroom laughing about his temper tantrum.
There was a human-sized dog bed underneath his desk, right between where Gojo would put his feet… enough room to curl up and roll around.
I mean, it wasn't him if he wasn't manspreading.
You let out a small whine when he groaned about something again, slowly sitting up and leaning forward- laying your cheek against the inside of his thigh, the fabric of the grey sweatpants soft against your skin.
The sudden contact had Satoru pausing, as if the little fit of rage faded on contact.
"My princess… did I wake you?" The white-haired man lightly cooed, focusing on the cute sight of your still drowsy eyes and scrunching nose, his hands leaving the keyboard and mouse to start petting your hair, blunt nails scratching behind your ears.
Yoonhater112: !! SIXEYES GET BACK ON THE GAME
melonsmelonsmelons: who is he talking to, bruh did the game make him tweak?
seacock3: @/melonsmelonsmelons nah it's his girlfriend
hybridgooner: OHHMYGOD SIXEYES SHOW HER SHOW HER I MISS HER
The regular viewers knew about you, Satoru had you hanging around when he gamed, but you rarely popped up on the camera- too busy snoozing or sucking his dick.
"Mnn… why were you yelling?" You murmur out, leaning into the affection, slowly crawling up from the plush bed to try and get on your boyfriend's lap.
"Sorry, puppy, I'm streaming- Watch where you put your hands." Satoru smiled, hoisting you up on his lap, cradling the back of your head, chest against chest in a familiar way.
You let out a soft grumble but lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, wrapping around him to comfortably cling on. "Too loud.." Your tail was slowly flopping back and forth, waving around in the camera.
"You comfy? I'm still live." Satoru gave a crooked grin, glancing back to the second monitor, seeing the sight of you on top of him.
GooningAvacado: gyatt
ihateovertime: I'm not into furries, but she might change my mind….
ICumOnTrees: how much to buy a hybrid
IDON'Tcumontrees: @/ICumOnTrees u cant buy them anymore lol, go out and touch grass- find one in the wild
"Are you trying to put on a show for them or something? Your ass takes up like half of the screen, baby." He quietly asked against your hair, a sneaky hand sliding down to grab into the flesh of one cheek, the fabric of your clothes not stopping him.
"Toruuu…" Your tail tried to swat him away, ears flattening again to try and pull away again.
"Fine, sorry, sorry. Not that kind of stream." Satoru smiled innocently, patting your ass before fully letting go and helping you climb off. "Maybe go get ready for bed, I'll stop gaming in a bit, kayy?"
-
A few hours passed, a shower taken, tucked in on your side of the bed… but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, still playing something and talking with chat, your tail flicked across the sheets in annoyance.
Bored of scrolling on your phone, the next best thing to do when bored came to mind.
To explain why you were reaching underneath the bed and pulling out a box filled with various toys, well… you and Satoru were freaks. You liked it that way anyway.
Your favourite was this pink thing… something Satoru had bought to use remote controlled, but he wasn't here to do so, was he?
click click click
The third setting on any vibrator is the best, prove me wrong.
The sound of buzzing filled the space underneath the blankets, and the soft moan that left your mouth echoed from the bedroom's walls.
You nudged the silicone thing between your legs, rubbing it against your panties- and applying more pressure right over the clit.
Your eyes fluttered shut, fluffy ears lying flat, and your back arching up from the mattress.
Just a quickie, you thought, to help you get sleepy.
You were too busy on the feeling of your clit getting pleasured through soaked fabric to notice the rest of the house had gone quiet, the lights in the hallway turned off, and the door to the shared bedroom was wide open.
"What are you doing?"
Busted.
You fumbled with the vibrating toy, trying to sit up and hide the embarrassment starting to show on your features.
"Nothing-"
"Nutting, yeah."
Satoru slowly walked over to the bed, taking his swwwweeet time to let you see his unimpressed look.
You rarely had any rules or things your loving boyfriend forbade; he loved seeing you happy.
But trying to get off by yourself? With a toy no less. That was a big, big biiig mistake. A hit to his pride and an offense to his dick that loved you oh so much.
"Couldn't wait for me to come back? How pathetic." He mumbled, leaning down and taking the pink thing from your nervous hands, dangling it in front of your face.
"Cmon puppy, you know I don't like it if you do this kind of stuff without me… do I have to remind my bad girl what happens when she breaks her one rule?"
"N..no…msorry..!" You tried to paw at the vibrator, wanting him to toss it aside and forget about all of this, thinking that acting cute would get you out of punishment.
But Satoru wasn't fooled by your puppy dog eyes and big pouts.
You found yourself flipped over, thighs pulled up, a rough hand keeping you down by pressing into the small of your back- face in the pillows while having your ass up for him.
click click click
Your tail trembled when the vibrator was slowly dragged up the inside of your thigh, teasing it closer to your needy cunt, all worked up from playing with yourself .
"Stay still for me."
Being edged by the same thing you had tried to get a quick orgasm out of was like pure torture, it didn't help that you could smell how turned on Satoru was by all of this. You knew he was practically leaking through his sweats, and a throbbing cock wanted to fill you up. But he was determined to teach you a lesson.
-
Satoru was petty, competitive, and a bit mean.
Mean because he decided that you crying and barking last night while he watched your poor cunt quiver and try to clench around nothing right before pulling away the toy wasn't enough.
The moment you woke up, he had stuffed you.
Not with himself, no.
The same pink traitor.
Remember how it was remote controlled? - by an app on Satoru's phone.
Breakfast was impossible, sitting across from him. Unable to even lift your cup of coffee without your fingers trembling from the sudden throbbing against your walls. And that white-haired bastard was smiling at your flustered state.
Walking around with your tail tucked between your legs and ears droopy, trying to be good all day, but Gojo just loved to make you squirm whenever you tried to sit or lie down, knowing the pressure would be worse.
"Can I take it out now- p..please…?" You tried to softly ask, tugging on his arm and wiggling your hips around, putting on the best act you could, maybe some mercy would be shown.
But all you got in response was him grabbing his phone and sliding the speed slider up- showing you the setting it was on- the evil vibrations showed on the display.
Obviously, he enjoyed this, having a cute puppy moaning for it to be turned off and unable to stand on her shaking legs was amusing.
It would have been fine-ish (LIE) if it had been just you two in the house all day. But noooooo…. Satoru needed to invite a close friend over to stream together.
Choso Kamo, better known as BloodBag to online fans. He has been friends with Satoru for ages now, and you have met him a handful of times by now, too. Choso was more active on YouTube, making bass guitar or drum covers of some niche rock bands, but he streamed more cozy, low-intensity RPGs or story games. You know the kind.
Anyways.
Choso and Satoru had planned this collab ages ago, Kamo staying over for the night, and a live going on for ages.
What wasn't planned was you trying to squeeze and rub your thighs shut while bundled up in the fluffy dogbed underneath the desk, acting unsuspecting while staring up at the two men sitting at the desk, fiddling with controllers and having some banter about the jiggle physics of their characters.
The setting your boyfriend had left the toy buzzing inside of you was fairly low, so neither you nor it gave away what was happening underneath.
Obviously, a whimper or whine escaped if you shifted, and the silicone would press against a spot that was a bit too sensitive.
Choso did glance down from your nervous sounds a few times, but the man looked more bashful than you after making eye contact.
"Chos! Watch out, that boulder is following you- DUDE!"
"Sorrysorry… got distracted."
A cut-scene played on screen, giving everyone a little break, Choso quietly talking to the viewers, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.
Doing a poor job of trying to ignore how Satoru was leaning back in his chair, looking down, where you were starting to feel a bit too warm now. Not to mention the odd app Satoru had pulled up, using his thumb to slide some sort of wavy line up and down.
Choso tried not to look underneath the desk, he could hear some sort of thrumming sound getting louder- just the pc probably. Nothing else that could vibrate, yeah.
His eyes flicked down, meeting your watering ones, the sight of your pitiful little face almost had him cry, too.
Maybe Satoru bought some more RAM… he has the money for it- or fans. Actually, the pc fans-
"Chos! Want anything to eat? I'll head to the pantry to grab a snack."
Choso's eyes snapped back up, panicking a bit.
"YeahYesYes- ahem, yeah, some chips would be.g..good…"
Not nonchalant at all, but it got Satoru to get up, pat the nervous man's shoulder, and walk out of the room, phone in hand.
Not even a second after you were moaning, trembling all over, with a hand sloppily attempting to cover your mouth.
That bastard.
The whirring got impossibly loud, having you try to sit up and shove a hand between your thighs. Some saving grace to having the guy you were sitting in front of and an ongoing livestream of thousands of people hearing you start to whine.
Choso, the poor guy, managed to mute the microphone and pull back enough to glance down, unsure, dark eyes meeting your droopy ones.
You tried to open your mouth to tell him to look away, but another pulse had you almost orgasming on the spot.
Subconsciously, your wobbly legs had shifted forward, as if wanting to crawl towards the dark-haired man.
"C..choso..s..sorry… mmmn.."
Not even sure why you were apologising, but while straddling the side of the fluffy dog bed, you couldn't do anything else. You reached out, desperate, fingers grabbing into his pants to hold on while your hips ground down into the almost pleasurable edge- humping the wall of the dog bed like some mutt in heat. Which you kind of were… unable to control the string of lewd moans flying out after a bit more fiction.
The wetness from your cunt had seeped through your panties and shorts at this point, a wet splotch forming between your thighs.
Kamo, somewhat still able to think, paused the livestream and brought his hand up to cover his face. But he was a simple guy, seeing a cute girl… with a shaking tail and flopping ears after each pathetic hip roll… he just had to peek through the gaps between his digits, flushed skin showing.
Seems like both of you weren't too in control of your limbs, his free hand twitched awake, sliding from holding on to the armrest to palm at a growing bulge.
Choso had noticed you acting a bit… needy the moment he had sat down with Gojo, and the little breathless gasps and mewls in the background while they both gamed had his cock straining against his boxers uncomforably, managing to hide it well till now.
"A..are you alright?" Choso breathed out into his palm, feeling stupid for asking such an obvious question, but he had to say something-
His trying to converse ended in you shuddering, fluffy tail standing up straight. And shifting off of the dogbed, another hand gripping into the fabric of Kamo's pants to crawl towards him, sniffling when the vibrations inside didn't stop hammering around.
You wanted to climb on his leg to use it instead of the dogbed, eyes getting bigger and lips parting- tongue flicking out to lick the corner of your lips, gazing at the throbbing thing in Choso's hand, the outline of it calling to your overstimulated brain. He hadn't stopped palming himself, hissing after dragging his thumb to the tip and pressing down. A tempting sight to a deprived hybrid.
The mastermind of this whole incident strolled in right when you planted your sopping cunt on Choso's foot, the fabric of your shorts and his sock shifting while you tried to rub against it.
"You two having fun?"
Chosos froze up, the hand over his face not budging an inch. An even more embarrassing situation- I mean, he was literally holding his dick while his friend's girlfriend tried to hump his leg. Not to mention that buzzing-
"Sorry, m..man..she just-" The turning red one tried to explain.
"Don't worry, Chos, keep going." Satoru smiled, tossing the bag of chips in his hand away to casually walk closer, tucking his hands in his pockets.
You, trying not to start crying from frustration, hugged Choso's calf, ears flicking up and then back down.
"What's wrong, puppy? Don't you want him to help? Cmon, ask nicely." Satoru leaned down to coo at you, face beside Chosos.
You sniffled, unable to keep still, and kept nudging your hips forward again. " Chos… c..can you help me.. please?"
He clearly struggled to keep calm; his hand dropped down from his face, hesitant to reach out, but a few fingers ran through your hair before guiding your head forward. "Yeah… yeah.."
Satoru stood up straight, watching from above while you gladly smushed your head in between Choso's thighs, gasping at the feeling of the lengthy hard on against your cheek, the warmth seeping from the fabric to your skin.
"Good girl… You gonna suck him off? Go on. I'll watch." Gojo encouraged, walking behind you both and landing in the empty gaming chair, pulling his phone out to fiddle with the settings for the vibrator.
Choso had one hand in your hair, gently pulling you closer- the other was tugging down the waistband in a hurry. Once freed, you wasted no time to start lapping at the leaky tip, eyes half-lidded and glossy lips kissing at the salty skin.
The view of you still trying to hump at Choso's leg, hips wobbling and tail wagging like crazy, ears flat and eyes focused on the obscenely large, pale dick in your mouth had Satoru biting the inside of his cheek, shifting and spreading his legs… it started to grow too uncomfortably tight in his pants.
The soft groan and breathy whimper Choso let out after you hollowed your cheeks and slurped on his cock had Gojo's breath hitching.
After a bit of getting to watch you try to deep-throat Choso and form a puddle of arousal, Satoru couldn't stand cucking anymore, abruptly standing up and reaching over to tug on your fluffy ear- pulling you off of Choso with a wet POP! The vibrations stopped, too. It seems like either the battery ran out or your boyfriend gave you a break from that torture.
The slobbered dick twitched, making Kamo shudder and slump back into the chair, downturned eyes flicking back from Gojo to you.
"Get her on the couch, Chos. Be good for me." Satoru exhaled, fingers twitching to his own pants.
Choso, the obedient puppy number two, stumbled up, carefully pulling you up and helping you to the couch in the back of the streaming room.
It was everything you had ever wanted, without hesitation Satoru had told Choso to bend you over, your boyfriend claiming your mouth, toying with your tongue with his fingers before helping a familiar girth over it, filling your throat completely, a palm under your jaw and one on top of your head, between your ears.
"Such a cute slut… cmon, talk to us, who tastes better, hm?" Gojo teased, making sure to nudge down further when your throat tried to choke out some sort of incoherent words as an answer, making fun of the fact that you were unable to say a word. The neatly trimmed white hair was tickling your nose, just how you liked it- drool dripping down your chin.
"Chos, are you getting shy? Can't you see her pussy waiting to get stuffed?" Satoru grinned across to Choso, who was trying to be polite… as much as he could, taking his time to slide down your shorts and panties… the soaked fabrics not even comparing to the sight of glistening, puffy folds being revealed to Choso- the little pink tail of the vibrator was tempting him.
"Chooss… you can take it out, I know you want to replace it with your own meat. I'm sure she wants something bigger than that silicone thing." Satoru kept talking, making the other man look flustered, watching as your tail swayed to the side, as if giving him some opening to take it out.
Sloooowly, the pink vibrator was pulled out, having you squirm and splutter around Satoru's base, your spit spilling down to his heavy balls at this point.
Your empty walls clenched and unclenched around nothing, ears flattening further and tail drooping, feeling empty had you starting to whine and cry about it.
No worries, Kamo knew how to cheer you up.
Slurp sluuurp choke… twap..thwap.. smack..!
Aren't you glad Choso paused the stream and cut the mics off? The whining and male groans, accompanied by lewd skin-to-skin and sucking sounds, sounded like some porno.
The more timid one was gripping your waist and spreading the fat of your ass to watch the other hole twitch every time he filled your cunt to the hilt.
Gojo was petting your head, taking shallow breaths when you were forced to move forward by the motion of Choso behind you.
Sandwiched by two girthy cocks messing up your insides had you blissed out.
"Scootch over a bit."
"But-"
"Don't worry, it'll fit."
Satoru had the brightest idea ever. Instead of taking turns, why not go at the same time?
There you were, lying on top of Choso, sniffling and licking at his jaw while Satoru spread your cheeks, you looked pretty stretched out by Kamo already, but…
An excited pink tip was trying to push inside, having you arch your back even more, letting out a cry at the way you were getting split open.
Choso got worried once again, shushing you and rubbing your back to try and get you to calm down. But when that didn't work, he captured your lips with his, keeping you distracted with a tender kiss.
The initial stretch and discomfort were worth it, clinging on to the dark brown-haired man, tongue and every moan being swallowed by him too.
Meanwhile, Gojo was groaning in your ear, making sure to run his hands across your body, your tummy, while being balls deep inside together with Choso. The feeling underneath his palms of your insides being stuffed full with both of them almost had Gojo cumming. But he wanted to be nice to Choso for doing what he was told this whole time.
"Dude… s..shit.. tootight… hey, you wanna- you want to do anything before we cum? Haah.. not gonna last like this…" your boyfriend mumbled out against your shoulder, trying to talk to Choso, who was still pretty busy with whimpering around your drooly tongue and canines.
Maybe Gojo shouldn't have asked, more for you than him, but.
You were sat upright now, tail slowly wagging, eyes watering, and pupils blown, Satoru still inside and slowly grinding his hips upwards into yours, hands caressing your sides and face, now being the one calming you down.
Your spine tensed, hands clung onto your boyfriend's biceps… Kamo was easing himself in past the rim, gently massaging your hips and the globes of your ass to relax the muscles.
"Shh.. it'll feel really good in a bit… promise.." He finally spoke up, too, placing a sweet kiss in the middle of your back.
Again, he was right.
Having both of them pistoning in and out in and out in a matching rhythm around your fluttering insides had you cumming- unable to tell them because all the words on your tongue were lost, blabbering and slobbering against Gojo while having both holes properly jammed full.
Oh, and of course, that wasn't it.
You were pushed to sit back on the couch after them agreeing to pull out leaving you gasping and overstimulated, the two of them standing above you.
The intense sound of rushing palms with wet skin filled your senses, making your jaw unhinge and loll your tongue out.
Lovely, warm splurts covered your face, eyes fluttering shut as you licked your lips, the two differently tasting loads made you shiver.
"Clean her up, Chos."
Such a good boy he was, lightly cupping your face and lapping up both his own and Satoru's release, making sure to give you one last peck on the lips too.
-
"Chhaaatt!! Sorry for the wait, I had some technical difficulties. But look who's decided to join us now, gush about how cute she is instead of complaining, yeah?"
All three of you were at the desk once again, you now tucked between the two on your own seat, a small smile on your face as Choso pet you, letting Gojo do the talking.
The stream went on, and nobody questioned why the pillows and plushies were thrown about in the background… or the change of clothes.
Yoon's notes: this took me so long for no reason. HOPE U LIKEEE
ᝰ.ᐟ your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.
mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.
mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.
mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”
mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.
mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.
mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.
mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, he’ll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.
mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that he’s being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.
mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of you—smudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollably—while he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.
mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.
mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. he’ll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.
mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, he’ll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.
mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. he’ll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddle—leaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.
𐙚 — I’m the Type to Bend Over, Take all the D*ck !
𐙚 JJK men [GOJO+GETO, CHOSO, HIGURUMA, NANAMI, TOJI+SUKUNA] x fem!reader | artwork by @/thatsallitchief | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list
𐙚 If there was anybody on campus that everyone wanted to get their hands on, it was you. Luckily for some guys, their wishes came true.
𐙚 a/n: these are separate but if you squint hard enough they’re connected :p
𐙚 Satoru Gojo ! ft. 𐙚 Suguru Geto !
[blowjob, slight hair pulling]
It all started at frat!jo's party.
“Well aren’t you just the prettiest star with my cock in your mouth?”
Satoru’s hand had a fistful of your hair, holding you steady while he fucked that pretty throat of yours. He finally got his hands on you after trying for for-fucking-ever. Satoru liked pretty things, and the way his heart leapt the moment his eyes landed on you for the first time was cartoonish. And it seemed you were friends with everyone except him! Even his twin brother ?! But fuckkk it was worth the wait.
“Fuck- that’s a good girl take it.” Your eyes, your pretty eyes looked up at the white haired male while he stared right back down at you. He moans at the way your knees spread on the floor, skirt hiked upon your waist while your fingers teased that pearl between your legs. So wet, the eye rolling whimpers making your pussy throb. “Gonna c—um so deeep down your- fuck- throat star.”
Frantic fingers rubbed at your clit, hips rutting against the wet fingers. Saliva began to leak down your chin, tears caught up in your waterline. And Satoru…oh Satoru. Your hips sputter against your fingers- they didn’t feel fast enough to match the speed he fucked your throat. Pretty blue eyes rolled, mouth falling open as he pushed your head deeper onto his big cock, warm globs of cum filled the space while your pussy fluttered, swallowing every drop.
“Now Satoru, who throws a party and isn’t even present- woah.” The door opens, pretty boy Suguru Geto stares at the scene in shock. Now, he’s walked in on Satoru plenty of times, but the shocker was you.
You smack Satoru’s hand in your hair, his eyes shooting open as you released him from your mouth. “Sh-Shit star wait m’still sensitive-“ All 8 thick inches, pink tip leaking sadly at the loss of warmth
“Shut up! I thought you locked the door? Stupid.”
It’s Suguru who closes the door (after stepping in and locking it). “I got to say, I’m quite surprised to see you Y/N. Thought you didn’t like Satoru.” A teasing smirk raises on his lips, Satoru’s long arm wrapping around your shoulder, cock throbbing against your skirt.
“Was all just sexual tension, right star?” A slap to your ass has you scoffing.
“You come to join Suguru?” He asks excitedly, and that’s how you ended up with your skirt wrapped in Suguru’s fist while he fucked you into Satoru’s mattress like his life depended on it. The white haired man watching while he stroked his sensitive cock to match Suguru’s rhythm. Other than the beats of the music outside, the rhythmic thump ! thump ! creak-thump ! of Satoru’s bed showed. the poor wall behind it no mercy.
“Mmmhp- f-fuck slow down-“ Breathless broken moans pouring into the soft material below you. So wet that Suguru slipped in and out of you with ease, his thick cock head bullying that sweet spot inside of you. So deep that your pussy squeezed around him, the wet squelches of your pretty cunt messily painting a white ring around his cock.
“Hah— hahhh fuck Angel- y’feel so good..”
“S-Sugu-“ Your broken whines send Satoru’s thumb to cover his tip, cum threatening to spill over that pretty face of yours. Suguru shudders, eyes squeezing shut. His hand finds the center of your back, pushing you down to deepen your arch. “O-OH—!” Your body trembles, his biggg dick slipping even deeper into your waiting heat.
“Gonna cum so deep Angel- shit- shit— cumming…fuckkkk”
Fuck. Satoru wanted to take a picture at the scene, his cum splattering across of your face while Suguru’s cock was buried to the hilt as he filled you up, and you better not waste anything.
𐙚 Choso Kamo !
[ sex while under the influence, smoking during sex, fingering, squirting ]
You’ve always been plug!Choso's favorite customer.
You never once had to pay for a damn thing, all he asked for was company while he smoked. Choso who liked you so much (just as much as about anyone) he bought you pretty pink papers to roll your weed up in.
“Stop..teasing Cho.”
Choso who spoiled you so much he called you Princess, and you didn’t mind. The same man who had his pretty lips wrapped around your lipgloss stained blunt. Red eyes low while he lazily rubbed the thick tip of his dick over your cum coated hole. Like the princess you were, you had that pretty back arched for him just the way he liked you to, pink lacy panties pulled to the side.
“It’s so wet princess..” He sighs, tilting his head back as he took a hit of the blunt, inhaling the smoke before passing it down to you.
See, Choso liked taking his time with you. Every movement he made during sex was calculated, he knew what spots made you scream, and he knew what spots would have you squirting all over his bed. Many people wanted you, but Choso had you. He didn’t want to date, just company while he smoked…and pussy.
With his focus on that pretty gaping hole of yours, ready to take him again, Choso fed you like you wanted- like she wanted. Low groan escaping his lips, your eyes closing feeling yourself make room for his big dick as you sucked him in. His hands trembled lightly at your hips, fingers digging into your skin. Inch by inch he pushed all those inches deep inside.
“Mmmfuck Cho-“ You gasp softly, your other hand fisting the sheets while he rocked against you steadily. Your lips kissed the blunt, inhaling the smoke. The moment you took that deep breath, Choso pulls allll the way out with a pop ! before shoving his cock all back in.
“Shitttt, Princess.” He whines, your warm gummy walls swallowing him, begging him to go deeper. But Choso knew what you wanted, he always knew. Shaky hands hold the blunt up towards him. The room stuffy with sex and weed. The slapping of skin echoing throughout as he pounded into that pretty pussy slow but so hard. “Need to fill you up hm?”
The blunt passed back and forth between you two, the pap pap pap sound getting louder by the second. “A-Ahh Cho——w-wait fuck-“ Your head was spinning, mouth agape while he hit that spot over and over again. Drool spilled from your lips, and Choso looked down with those red eyes…
You cry out, the blunt between you two gets put out by Choso so he could fuck you faster with no distractions.
The sight so pretty he wanted to take a picture. “Rub that pretty clit for me princess…that’s right- good girlll.”
Bite marks on the back of your shoulders (that he’d definitely get yelled at for later), your pussy sucking him in and creaming. That white ring getting bigger and bigger by the second. “Right there-“ You groan, fingers making quick work of the sensitive pearl between your legs as you leaked down your fingers.
“Mmm right here?” He smirks down at you, biting his lip while he angled for that spot— that spot he knew drove you crazy.
It only made him want to go faster. To cum inside of you again. “Wanna see this hole— mmph— dripping when m’done-“ Your eyes roll, a shuddering sigh as your body relaxes, a cool breeze pouring over you, your pussy squeezing around him- milking him.
“Th-There she is..” Choso buries himself inside of you, angling at that spot to pour alll of his cum into. “Hahhh fuck..” He lets his head fall back, letting out a soft groan as he planted his seed.
“Spread open, princess.” his voice soft in your ear, inch by inch of his slick coated cock pulling out from your leaking pussy.
“mmmph..” you hold your pussy open for him, his cum seeping out and dripping down onto the soft surface of his bed. Your fingers take a quick dip inside, a small sigh leaving your lips while you throbbing around the digits as more of his cum poured out. Choso always came a lot.
Choso stroked his cock at the sight. Both of you sensitive to the slight overstimulation. But you held it open for him, and his cock slips right back in and out, in and out as you tug gently at your clit. Your legs had a slight tremble to them, eyes squeezing shut while he rutted back into you.
𐙚 Nanami Kento !
[choking, squirting]
It’s always a hassle when you don’t want to go to the gym with 𐙚 med student!Nanami, after promising you’d lock in this time.
“M-M’sorry Nana- f—fuck s’too deep-“
“Hahh…You’re not sorry, sweetheart. You do this every week.”
Your poor couch wasn’t ready for the “at home” exercise Nanami had planned for you this week.
“Does it hurt?” He hums. The firm grip on the back of your neck loosened. Your breath unsteady as your legs shook with a wet globing mess of his cum mixed with your juices trailing allll down your thighs. Shaking your head, you hiccuped, the cushion pillow beneath your head caught majority of your cries and pleasure filled tears.
“Feels good…” You whine, pretty pussy squeezing around Nanami’s thick cock that was buried to the hilt inside of you.
“Yeah? Where does it feel good sweetheart?” He coos, voice soft in your ear. Nanami’s hips pull back, dragging his longgg cock with him until the thick head pops ! out of your pussy. He took a long swipe of his cum pouring from your hole before he thrusted back in all at once. You squeal, the grip on your neck tightening back to just the way you liked it- the way Nanami knew you liked it.
“Ri—-ight there- !” A sharp gasp is pulled from your body, Nanami’s hand finding a grip on your ass cheek to see the mess he was making. Sweet groans spilled. Nanami’s glasses began to fog. He throws his head back, biting down on his lip with a small smack ! of your ass that has your pussy squeezing around him.
“Yeah? You like when I fuck you here sweetheart?” Cock bullying your puffy pussy. You swear you could feel him right in your heart with the repeated thrust thrust thrust he poured into you. And fuckkk you were so wet, Nanami couldn’t help the loud whine dripping from his lips.
“—-um— gonna…gonna cum ‘gin Nana.” Your eyes squeeze shut. Your warning whimpers did nothing for the man pounding into you. He made it worse- thick fingers leaving your ass to that pretty pearl right between your legs. “Nana-“
“She’s taking me so well, sweetheart.” His thrusts slowed, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit that has your hips jerking. “Listen to that…” The wet sounds echoing across your apartment alongside your moans would definitely be a complaint from your neighbor later.
The fingers worked at your clit. Pound after pound he poured into you, tugging at the sensitive nerve until he felt that wet splash onto his thighs. “Fuck fuck— fuck !” The loud broken whimper of your high came crashing down, Nanami’s fingers still rubbing- his cock still fucking into you while you squirted.
“Good girl, sweetheart.” His hand leaves your neck, his body feeling hot as he leaned over you, kissing the pretty tears away from those pretty eyes. “So good for me, hm?” He cums with a shuddering sigh deep into your womb. The warmth making you shiver, repeated kisses littering your cheek as you panted against the pillow.
“We’re going to the gym tomorrow. Right sweetheart?”
𐙚 Toji Fushiguro ! ft. Ryomen Sukuna !
[degrading: reader gets called a slut, blowjob, fingering, spanking, choking, public sex, anal]
Now, college is fun. You’re a smart girl who has good grades. A smart girl who likes to party and have fun also. But too much fun can cause you to get pulled over by your favorite policemen. Unfortunately, the moment you got pulled over this time you were fucked.
“I know this car. Damn, you must like getting pulled over doll?”
“Tsk tsk. Brat, can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”
The taunting voices of 𐙚 police officer ! Toji and 𐙚 police officer ! Sukuna had you sighing as they knocked on your window.
Sukuna lets out a laugh, the both of them leaning on either side of your door— Toji taps the window with a smirk on his face. You let your windows down as you leaned your head on your steering wheel.
“What is it this time? You high?” Sukuna asks, straight up as he peered into your window. It wasn’t your first time getting pulled over by the two- in fact it’s always them when you get pulled over, and fuck they loved their job a bit too much when it came to you.
“No sir…” Which wasn’t entirely a lie, you were high but you’re sober now from how long you were over at Choso’s…
“Mmmhm. So why’re y’swervin like that this time of night, doll face?” Toji gruffs out as he shakes his head, tapping the roof of your car. “Cmon get out, you know the routine.”
Sukuna watched as you unbuckled your seatbelt, and he opens the door for you. The pink haired man’s flashlight flashed into your car as per the protocol, but you all knew they weren’t really going to arrest you.
Two of Toji’s thick fingers beckon you forward. His eyes trailing up your exposed legs curiously, a smirk curling in the corner of his scarred lip. It really wasn’t a good time. You were in really short shorts with one of Choso’s t-shirts that was a bit big on your frame that it exposed your bite mark littered shoulder, and the faint hickey’s littering your neck. No bra.
And then he got a realll good look at you. Your face flushed in embarrassment (and something more), your lips puffy looking, and most importantly…you squeezed your thighs together. Even Sukuna caught on and gave a knowing look to his partner.
“Hiding somethin’?” Sukuna’s deep voice from behind you sent shivers down your spine.
“No sir, Officer Sukuna.” You squeak. His body walking around yours as he looked you up and down, curious brow raised. Toji snorts, patting his shoulder as the taller man joined his side.
“Who was it this time? That Gojo boy?”
“Or is it the uhh- shit- what’s the long haired ones name?”
“Suguru Geto?”
“Yeah that one.”
The two cops laugh, beginning to talk about how much Satoru got on their nerves and how many parties they’ve had to give warning to. You roll your eyes, shifting in your step. “It was neither.”
Toji licks his lips as their focus turns back towards you. “Alright doll face. Sure I don’t need to check between those legs this time?” You bite your lip at the footsteps nearing you again. His thumb grazes your chin, tilting your head up and fuck he smelled good.
“I’m sure, Officer Fushiguro.” Your voice sweet, innocent sounding just the way everyone hears it while you bat those pretty lashes….Except Toji knew it was bullshit the moment you started acting sweet. His eyes narrow. Pulling back from you he starts walking to their car, talking Sukuna on the shoulder. The taller man pulls you in by your waist.
“What I tell you ‘bout lying brat? Hm?”
The road was dark apart from the orange hue of the campus streetlights nearby. Your body was hot as you whimpered against the dark hairs resting at the base of Toji’s cock, bent over with your legs spread, Choso’s cum leaking down your pussy while Sukuna spreads the soft skin of your ass open to watch.
“Lost your damn mind, doll face.” His big cock stretching your fucked lips, his hand finding your hair and tugging. A loud smack ! to your ass as you squealing around the twitching muscle, pre cum sliding down your throat.
Toji finds a slow steady rhythm at first, and oh…those pretty eyes looked up at him. “That’s it…take it.”
“You spoil her too much.” The man behind you huffs at his partner. Toji tugs at your hair, pulling a moan right out of you while he smirked.
“Shit- can’t help it. She’s s’pretty —heh- with my dick in her mouth. Aren’t you doll face?” He groans, saliva dripping down to his heavy balls that slapped against your chin.
You hear the clink of Sukuna’s belt being unbuckled, those thick fingers caressing your clit, making you shiver as you rolled your hips slightly for more friction. However, cum still dripped from that pretty pussy. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He curses before those two fingers slip into your hole with ease- with familiarity. A loud squelch ! echoed throughout the dark road as he curled them inside of your heat.
“Fuckin slut.” And his fingers reached deep, causing you to squirm. You whine, hips pushing back. “Mmmph ‘Kuna-“ Your moans muffled. Your hand found the thick of Toji’s thighs to steady yourself while he fucked your throat.
“Tch, he pumped you full too.”
He adds another finger, the trio working you open. When it came down to Sukuna and Toji, you genuinely had to brace yourself. Toji’s cock slips from your mouth for you to take a breath, “Tongue out.” His hand holds your chin, watching your mouth fall open.
“That’s a good girl.” He stroked his cock with the collected spit. Two long strokes of his deep pink cock, the tip thick and almost red. Two thick veins underlined it down to his base. He tapped it against the flat of your tongue. Your tongue licks the dribble of pre cum, kissing the gorgeous tip. You hear Sukuna let out a soft groan behind you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers fucked you faster.
“right there-“ you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut for a. “p-please m’so close ‘Kuna—“
“Gonna take care of you doll face.” Like they always did.
“Let us show you grown men fuck.”
“You’re really hardheaded. Thought I told you I didn’t want this pussy to be filled the next time I fucked you?”
Your head leaned back onto Toji’s shoulder, his big hand squeezing around your throat. “Sh-Shit— ahh- ah please!” Fast fingers rubbed at your clit. His cock fucking into the welcoming hole of your ass, while Sukuna’s big hands held your thighs spread wide open.
“Please what?” His hips slammed into yours, biggg cock stretching out the gummy walls of your pussy wide.
“Can’t take it-“
“Oh you can take it.” Toji huffs in your ear, the flushed head of his cock slipping in and out… in and out with ease. The sticky mess acting as lubricant between your legs. Your legs that shook violently in Sukuna’s grasp.
“M-Mhm..feels s’good don’t it?”
“Yes—! Yesohfuckohfuck”
They found a steady fast rhythm that had you hiccuping. The sounds of skin slapping and your incoherent moans echoed throughout the dark road. Anyone could drive by and see you being fucked by them.
Toji’s groans were loud in your ear. “Takin’ us s’good doll face…like a goood slut.”
“To—ji!” You whimper.
His grip on your neck loosening, “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? Like us fillin’ you up?” and he coos, bringing his fingers to your lips, “Spit.”
Saliva drips down your chin, the gathered spit going straight between your legs. You yelp, hips bucking as the feeling rushes over you. The wet splash between your legs splattered, only making them go faster.
Sukuna lets out a warning grunt. His face a light shade of pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Gonna fill you up the way I want to. Understand brat?”
“mm-‘hmm” You whine out, lips parting, your moans growing louder by the second. Between the cocks filling your holes, the fingers rubbing your clit, and the hand around your throat- fuck you could do this for days.
“Dont ever let me catch you like this again.” Sukuna’s voice was hot in your ear, Toji’s chuckle following after. Your insides were so warm. Letting out a breathless moan, you relax against Toji’s chest. Your holes full as they pulled out.
…and as a safety precaution, Sukuna drove you back to your apartment while Toji drove your car there.
𐙚 Hiromi Higuruma !
[public sex, pussy eating]
𐙚 law student!Higuruma abided by campus rules- any rules for that matter. He did things fairly by the law, he was a future lawyer after all.
“I—oh fuck-!” Sometimes, he didn’t. Very rarely.
His hands were hot on your thighs as he held them up, your back against the cool polished wood of the table. Front and center in the campus courtroom used for mock trial. Hiromi found his face buried comfortably between your legs.
His tongue lapped at your slick coated folds, moaning at the taste. Higuruma loved being between your legs after all. The way he ate you out with care, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your pussy dripping with saliva and your juices.
“You taste heavenly, have I ever told you that my sweet girl?” The way he ate you with care, the smell of your body oil filling his nose while he dove deeper into your heat. His tongue took a long stripe up to your clit, carrying your juices with it while he sucked on that pretty pearl.
“Hiro— ah-ah-“ You whimper, withering in his grasp. Your hand found his hair, pulling him in deeper. His tongue slips into your hole, your warmth welcoming him, and he groans. Your slick made a mess of his chin, his lips, and his nose.
“Mmfuck sweet girl. Tase’ so good.” His eyes close for a second, just taking in you. Fuck you drove him crazy. He lets up for just a bit, big eyes staring up at your skirt. You were still in your outfit, panties pulled to the side while he tongue fucked you.
“M’so close Hiro…f-fuck keep licking there.” The sloppy sound of Higuruma salvaging his meal echoed throughout the large empty room, sky dark outside. You were in there after the building closed for the day after all, even after the janitor did his rounds.
Two of his fingers slip there way into your hole making you squirm. He curls his fingers alongside his tongue, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. Your legs shook.
“Give it to me…You know what I want.” He spits a fat glob into your hole, fucking it right into you as as he panted, smug smile on his lips as he loosed his tie. You let yourself fall apart, his fingers reaching deeper into your pretty pussy.
“Gonna cum Hiro-“ You whimper. Higuruma’s tongue latches back onto your sensitive clit with such a loud nasty suck. “Ohh oh fuck- shit- shit- Hiromi!”
He still sucked on your pearl as you squirted. His fingers still fucking sloppily into your pussy, the wet squelch getting wetter by the second. You whine, pushing his head away, you pussy throbbing from the hard wave of your orgasm.
Table wet beneath you, legs spread wide open after Higuruma stands up straight to look down at your panting body. His tongue swiped across his lips. Painfully hard cock straining his pants. His thumb traced sweet circles on your inner thighs, cooing softly. “Such a good girl…mm I have to reward you now, don’t I?” His warm body leans over yours, wet kisses trailing up your body until they landed on your lips.
You whine, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in closer. He rutted against your unclothed pussy, groaning softly into your mouth. “On your stomach.” He taps your thigh gently.
Now, Higuruma made sure you stayed out of trouble. You were his sweet girl after all. He took care of you in the best ways that he could while keeping up with his studies. He didn’t worry about any other guys, because Higuruma knew the way he made you break had you coming back to him each and every time.
“This is what you wanted, am I right?” His hips slam against your ass, the grip on your hips firm but gentle. Your hands held on to the front of the table, as you look back at him. His tired eyes were closed, head tilted back in pleasure, adam’s apple moving as he swallowed. Higuruma’s hair was tousled from the way you pulled on it, and his face a sweet shade of red.
“Just- just what I needed Hiro…” You moan, lips falling open. It was no secret that Higuruma’s dick was big, dark and pretty, long enough to kiss that spot inside of you and farther with every thrust. And your pussy loved it. Loved the feeling of being full of Hiromi Higuruma’s cock, the top law student of his class.
“Yeah?” His hand comes down on your ass with a smack ! making you moan louder.
“Yes—fuck yes!”
“You’re always running back to me Sweet Girl.” He deepens your arch, pushing the center of your back just a bit before he picked up pace. Smack ! Smack ! Smack ! the room echoed. Higuruma swallowed all of your broken moans. Your legs shaking, the grip on the table turning your palms white.
His hand rubs your back, to your shoulders, to the front of your neck. You yelp as he pulls your head back, your mouth open as pleasure filled tears slip from your pretty eyes. “Look at you…so beautiful.” He shudders. “Want me to cum inside?”
You’ve never said yes more quickly in your life. You could feel him deep inside, bulging your stomach. Higuruma lets out a groan, hand hot against your neck. “Rub your clit for me sweet girl, wanna cum at the same time.” He grunts, his deep groans like music to your ears.
Fingers rub at your slik coated clit, your pearl tingling with every thrust- with every touch. Your whole body buzzed, eyes rolling. “M-Mgonna cum— fuck fuck I f-feel it- Oh-!”A loud moan is ripped from you with one final thrust from the man, his cock buried to the hilt as he cums deep inside of you, fucking every last bit into that pretty pussy.
He pulls out once soft, not even the slightest drop of cum spilling. “Hold it in.” The hold on your neck softens, and you lay your head on the table, body tired. Sweet kisses litter your back as you panted.
!BREAKING NEWS! Blue Judas' guitarist Choso Kamo has been seen in and about with one of Tokio Talks' most notorious journalists! True affection or just a mean to an end?
content: explicit sexual content. riding, finger sucking, choking, slight degradation, (mostly) bottom!Choso , Choso cries during sex, biting, possessive ahh reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, no aftercare, face riding, the hangover refrences, substance abuse, smoking weed, sex while high, overstimulation, oral (male/fem recieving), bondage, improper use of panties, fingering, ice play
wc: 12k
divider by @cursed-carmine
mdni 18+
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so- haa, 's all too much, slow down baby, ngh-"
Choso Kamo's words were muffled against your palm as you snapped your hips back against his mercilessly, your fingers squeezing tighter over his throat.
"You wanted this, remember? Now be quiet and take it", you snarled, adjusting the angle slightly so he'd hit that one spot that made your vision go white again.
The man beneath you let out a muffled sob, nodding, tattooed hand sliding to your hips, rather to ground himself than anything else, it didn't take a genius to figure out how little control he had over the situation right now.
You bit your bottom lip as his length slid along your clit, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds. The walls of this hotel room were paper thin and his bandmates were just on the other side of this particular wall that the headboard was occasionally banging against right now.
Choso's weak attempts to thrust back into you got your attention back to his pretty, tearstreaked face. His eyeliner was smudged, the black teary lines blending in with the black line tattoed over his face, brown eyes squeezed shut, like if he'd look at you it could burn him.
"Eyes on me, Cho", you whispered, moving your fingers from his mouth to wipe away a tear on his cheek. "Don't you wanna see who's riding that cock stupid right now? Huh, Choso?"
"Y-you are", he choked out, forcing his eyes open, yet the mere sight of you on top of him had him biting the insides of his cheeks, fighting against the coiling feeling in his abdomen.
"Mhm, that's right." Your teeth grazed the column of his throat as you dragged your hand down his chest, nails scratching against his skin just right, eliciting small whimpers from his soft lips.
"You're so fucking pretty- nghh" his eyes rolled back as you bit the skin of his neck, forcing him to shut up in order to keep those pathetic whimpers from leaving his mouth. Choso's hand shot up, grabbing your tit like his life depended on it, kneading the soft flesh as you kept riding him.
"You played so well at that show tonight. Had me wet all time with how hot you looked. Bet all those groupies would be dying to have you like this, wouldn't they, Choso?"
Your voice was breathy as you looked down at him, your clit rubbing against the veins of his dick again. You could practically sense your orgasm nearing.
"Don't -haaah- care about them. 'm only yours"
A slow smile spread across your face at Choso's words. Your hand slid up his neck, pusing one finger into his warm mouth which he immediately wrapped his tongue around, sucking it so sweetly while looking right up at you.
"Is that right? Well, in that case-" you lifted your hips until only his flush tip was buried inside your pussy anymore before slamming down, taking him to the hilt. Choso cried out, hips snapping up rapidly to meet your pace as his vision went white.
"C-cumming-", he choked out, his head falling back as your pussy clenched around him with your orgasm hitting you that same second. A broken cry left Choso's mouth which you quickly silenced by pulling him into a nasty kiss, all tongue and teeth while you ground against him a few more times, riding out both your orgasms.
You finally collapsed on top of him, sweaty skin glistening in the dim light coming from the cheap lamp besides the hotelbed. His hand came up to the back of your head slowly at first, almost unsure, before pulling you closer, his other arm sliding around your waist.
He could feel you tensing up for a second before eventually melting into his touch, your face burying into the crook of his neck.
"You think they heard us?", he finally whispered against the crown of your hair. You glanced up at him, scoffing.
"Choso, you were practically screaming. Next time I have to find something to keep you quiet", you muttered, your fingers brushing a strand of brown hair from his face.
Choso scoffed, though he couldn't hide the faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "You know, I bet I'd be reaaally quiet between your legs", he whispered, pressing his lips to your hair.
A soft chuckle left you as you glanced up at him. "D'you get that line from one of your songs?", you teased, your index finger poking his cheek lightly. Choso scoffed, hiding his face in your neck.
"-yes?", he finally muttered out softly, hands tightening around your body.
"Still, I mean every word", he added quickly when he sensed you shifting in his arms.
You sighed, carefully sitting up and sliding off his now soft cock slowly. "Maybe next time. I got work early in the morning"
You put your underwear back on, much to Choso's disdain, a pouty look all over his face.
"..So you're not staying?", he tried, voice softening. He sat up on the edge of the bed as he watched you getting dressed, his eyes following your every movement like he was hypnotized.
"No, not tonight. 'm sorry, Cho" you adjusted your shirt before pressing a short peck to his lips, preparing to leave when his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back for a proper kiss.
You sighed against his lips, yet you still kissed him back without hesitation. He tasted like cigarettes and something uniquely him. The cold metal of his tongue piercing was an odd texture added to the kiss, yet it seemed to only make things more interesting. When he finally let you pull away you were both breathless, yet now a small grin was on his face, his hands sliding off your waist as you made your way to the door.
"Call me" he called after you as you left out into the hallway. You pretended not to hear him, a small sigh leaving you.
Your hair was quickly put up into something that resembled a messy bun, your notepad already in your hand as you started scribbling down everything you knew while still in the elevator.
When your phone rang you didn't even bother checking the contact name. There was only one person who'd call you at 4am on a Wednesday.
"Yes, Shoko?", you answered, steping into the hotel lobby.
"Soo, how'd it go? You fucked Gojo?", she immediately started. You chuckled dryly, shoving your notepad away to pull a cigarette out instead.
"Nah. Too full of himself. I did get the guitarist though"
"Oh. Well, good enough. And you're sure he'll have intel?"
"More than enough. Just give me some time"
The bitter taste of nicotine hit you as you walked down towards the subway station. You had to go home and get some sleep. You did have work in the morning after all.
♪
Working for one of the biggest celebrity trashtalk magazines in Japan definitely had its perks. The early ass shifts absolutely weren't one of them. Your office was average size, some sad plants you'd last watered months ago scattered across the windowsill. You were seated by your laptop, staring at a blank page in front of you. The scandalous side of blue judas was the title of the document that's been tormenting your thoughts for weeks.
You see, being an aspiring journalist meant dealing with competition. Competition like the Dazzler, Tokyo's second biggest trash talk journal. It was an ongoing war, article after article. And after their writer, Utahime Iorie, published that conspiracy about actor Hajime Kashimo and his secret affair with underground boxer Hakari Kinji, effectively ruining their careers for the time being.
So the stakes were quite high actually. You couldn't keep making your money just writing about niche celebrities and outfits. Obvious objective? World famous, aspiring rock band blue judas. There had to be a ton of conflicts, just looking at them made it obvious. Garage band turned worldwide sensation never came without the dirt. And their leadsinger?
God, he must be a pr-nightmare. White hair, stupid smirk, always flirting with every reporter without exposing anything though. And always, always not wearing a shirt. Getting through to him would've been like hitting a jackpot. But this, having their main guitarist, one of Gojo's closest friends, wrapped around your finger? This was good, if not even better considering how well he fucked you.
Scandalous, truly. But when the media manager was a litle too good at his job you had to take matters into your own hands eventually.
A perk of working here were the VIP tickets to everything, including the band's shows. And Shoko. Your favorite colleague here. The same woman that now sat on your table, covering the blunt of her cigarette while lighting it.
"If the fire alarm goes on I'm blaming you", you remarked, spinning around in your chair. Ieiri smirked, exhaling towards the open window so all smoke would leave your office immediately.
"You should have one too, you know? Or some coffee at least. Those eyebags are not very chic", she shot back, earning a small scoff from you.
"You try riding a guy until like 4 am after already pulling an allnighter the day before"
"You rode him? Geez, was he that lazy?", an amused chuckle left Shoko as she crossed her legs, her favorite brown dresspants moving with the wind coming from your window.
"Quite the opposite actually. Had to top him so he wouldn't be too eager. His entire band was just a wall away after all", you clarified quickly, rolling your eyes.
"Whoa whoa, freaked out much? They have no idea who you are though- right?", Shoko's eyebrows shot up as you shook your head immediately.
"No, no. Relax, to them I'm just a very lucky groupie who keeps coming back sometimes. I'm sure some of them haven't even seen my face", you reassured her. A slow smile met her lips as she reached into her pocket, pulling one paper slip out.
"Perfect. Because you'll be going to the Gala in Shibuya this week. Aaaand- blue judas will be attending as well! You just have to get all the interviews before Utahime does"
You stared at the invitation in her hand in disbelief. Speaking of the perks of working here. You knew all the late night shifts would pay off eventually and here it was- an invitation to the Gala founded by the Zenin family in Shibuya. This was the chance for you.
♪
Choso had honestly never liked to be the centre of attention. Hence to why he was the guitarist- not as in the middle of everything like Gojo, but still he managed to get hot girls. But Galas?
They were hell. He had begged Toji to keep his parents from inviting all of them, considering they had cut off Toji when he first quit his nine to five to pursue the dream of being in a band, yet he had refused coldly. Not because he wanted to go, but because he was terrified of Nanami.
Who wasn't? Without him blue judas would be facing one scandal after another. Gojo had a liking for making out with Geto on stage platonically and the last thing Blue judas needed were yaoi edits made about them.
While some may think it'd be good for publicity, Geto did have girlfriend and the "cheating with the homies" aesthetic didn't fit into Nanami's exact plan of getting blue judas to success.
Unfortunately that plan also included galas like these, publicity events. Interviews, paparazzi, flashing lights, dresscodes and strict rules. Choso fucking despised it.
His stylist had done a pretty decent job at picking out appropriate clothes not too far out of his comfort zone. The blue carpet still felt scarier than any concert he'd ever held.
"Yo, Kamo. Relax. It'll be fine", Sukuna muttered before heading out first. Second guitarist, second most thirsted over right after Gojo. Second one on the carpet.
"Kamo. You're up now" Nanami glared at Choso who just swallowed hard before walking out.
He was blinded by camera flashes immediately, his brown eyes squinting shut for a split second. When they fluttered open again he spotted you.
Choso Kamo was HOT. Whoever his stylist was needed a raise. His brown hair was loose, brown bangs falling across his pale face, the tips just barely brushing the tattoo on his nose. He was wearing a black suitjacket with nothing beneath it, the planes of his muscular chest seemingly drawing you in with the way they appeared to shine just for you. Purple details were embroidered into the sleeves and pockets of the suit. He looked like a rockstar while also seeming classy.
He was going to be the end of you.
His Adams apple bobbed as his brown orbs locked onto your figure, tracing the curves of your body with his gaze, lingering on the deep cuts of your dress.
Why were you here? Not that he was complaining, but it made no sense. Had he been fucking someone famous? If so, Nanami would be pissed. Really, really fucking pissed. Maybe you were an actress? No, a model. But wait..
Choso only now realized you weren't on the carpet like him or the others. You were on the other side of the barricade, along with the papparazzi, the journalists. The people Nanami had told him to stay away from at all costs. Oh fuck.
"Blue Judas! A group-picture, please!", someone yelled and before Choso could overthink anything further Toji's beefy arm had wrapped around his neck, pulling the confused guitarist to the rest of the group.
Gojo's jacket was already fully unbuttoned, he was basically flashing his fans at this point. He had a pale arm slung over Geto's shoulder, sticking his pierced tongue out towards the cameras.
Choso decided to stay in the background, standing between Sukuna and Toji who didn't mind the spotlight at all, flexing their biceps like their life depended on it.
The flashing cameras blinded Choso for second, when the lights finally dimmed you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes darted around frantically, scanning the room for you.
Had he just imagined you? Was he really that drunk already?
"Kamo, c'mon. We gotta head inside", Sukuna tugged him along by his sleeve, ignoring how dazed the brunette man seemed.
The gala was boring. But what else was there to expect?
Toji's cousin Naoya had tried offering money to Gojo to let him into the band for the fifth time now and the rejection he was facing every time was about all the action happening so far.
Choso couldn't help but look for you every few minutes, letting his eyes trace the entire room, without any success so far.
The CEO of Zenin industries was just getting up onto his podium, glass of champagne in his hand. He was an elderly man, grey mustache poking left and right. Naobito Zenin. Scandalous for all the times he attended his own attends blackout drunk, today wasn't an exception.
"Here we go again", Toji grumbled, yet Choso was only half listening. Because in the crowd of reporters he had spotted a similar head. Back of a head rather.
"I'll be right back", he muttered, quickly getting up, abandoning the rest of his band.
Reaching the woman he cleared his throat, saying your name hesitantly.
His heart sunk when the reporter spun around.
It wasn't you. It was some random woman who just happened to have hair similar to yours. What a disappointment. Not just any random woman too- unfortunately. Choso knew her pretty well. Or rather, everyone did after how much Nanami had talked about her.
Warned them about her. The chief editor of the Dazzler. The magazine known for ruining celebritie's lives with a simple article, maybe just a small statement.
"Choso Kamo! To what do I owe the pleasure?", a charming smile spread across her red lips as she spun around towards him fully, taking a quick sip from her champagne.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else", he muttered, turning to leave yet her manicured nails sunk into the sleeve of his jacket, stopping him.
"Please, don't walk away so fast! Tell me, how does it feel to be named the greatest guitarist of our generation?"
At that Choso froze. He wasn't really on social media, too terrified of leaking something, hence to why he never knew what people really said about him, the band or his private life.
"People say that?", he turned towards the eagerly nodding woman.
"Everyone does! Choso, how would you feel about being a cover star next? Nothing to fabulous, don't worry! Just a little story of how you got here and maybe some encouraging words for everyone idolizing you! Just imagine how happy your fans would be! More than just edits for fanservice"
A weak smile touched Choso as he scoffed out, now fully turning towards the woman. "They make edits of me?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it. You might just be the most popular one from all of blue judas! Sure, Gojo gets some edits, but none of them are even remotely as good as yours"
Choso should be thinking of Nanami right now. Of everything he'd been warned about. But for the first time in his life he felt like he wasn't in the background anymore. And surprisingly- he didn't mind even the slightest bit.
"So tell me Choso, how did you end up in Blue judas?"
Choso opened his mouth to answer when suddenly a hand wrapped around his sleeve, tugging him back. His eyes fell onto- you. You standing there, glaring at the journalist.
"His manager said no Interviews, Asa", you said with a cold smile. The woman rolled her eyes, yet she didn't say anything, heading back to the group of photographers and reporters.
When you turned back to look at Choso his eyes were wide with excitement. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now, you thought.
"I knew I saw you! What are you doing here?"
"Flirting with random women now, are we?", you didn't bother answering his question, your hand falling back from his sleeve.
Choso's eyes widened slightly as his gaze followed your hand before darting back up to your face.
"I wasn't, we were just-"
"Choso, she was holding onto your sleeve. That didn't look like just talking to me. I've gotta get back to my table now", you brushed him off, turning around when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.
"No wait. Please. I swear I wasn't flirting with her", he blurted out, orbs wide as they scanned your face for anger.
"Mhm, sure. Prove it, Kamo", you added, leaning closer to him.
And that was how you ended up in one of the luxury bathrooms of Zenin international, seated on the countertop with Choso's head buried between your legs.
His broad shoulders were pushing your poor, quivering legs open while the lengthy muscle of his pierced tongue bore itself into your pussy again and again, as if he was terrified of letting even the slightest drop of your juices escape his greedy mouth.
To say he was a goner would be an understatement with the way he was moaning against your sensitive folds, grinding his crotch against the counter in a desperate attempt to gain any friction himself.
"Mmm- you taste so.. fuckkk you taste so good", he slurred out as his tongue wrapped around your clit, suckling it into his mouth until you were sobbing from the pleasure.
"Yer gotta keep quiet, baby", he muttered, his left hand sliding up your body until he could push two wet fingers into your mouth, keeping it busy for now.
You moaned from the feeling of his calloused digits pressing onto your tongue, your hips bucking forward to grind your cunt against his already soaked face, having the bridge of his nose catch on your clit oh so deliciously.
He groaned against your velvetly walls, the vibrations making the knot in your stomach tighten with every second he spent worshipping your cunt.
The piercing on his tongue only added to the overwhelming feeling, the hardness of the metal ball contrasting his tongue. Every time you felt it roll against your walls, a shiver rippled through you, eventually pushing you over the edge.
"Chosoo- fuckk, I'm gonna… ahh", you cried out against his fingers as your orgasm rolled through you violently, making you throw your head back against the bathroom wall, your eyes rolling back.
Too consumed in all the pleasure you didn't even notice Choso stuffing your panties into the pocket of his slacks while simultaneously lapping up every drop of that sweet release your body had to offer.
He didn't stop until you pried his head away by tugging at his not so perfectly styled hair and when he finally did look up, the gaze he was giving you looked manic. His pupils were blown wide, entire face coated in your juices, his cheeks flushed.
"We have to get back", you muttered, releasing his fingers from your mouth. Choso pouted, yet he didn't object, getting up from his knees in silence.
"Please lemme do that again soon", he suddenly blurted out as you got up from the counter on wobbly legs.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Do what exactly?"
"Please let me eat your cunt. Sit on my face, suffocate me with your thighs, I don't care. Just please let me taste her again", he all but pleaded, looking over at you, so much hope in his chocolate brown eyes.
An amused huff left your mouth as you shrugged.
"Fine. I will"
You'd never seen someone looking at you with such an excited gaze before.
Choso's hand lingered on your lower back as you left the bathroom again, his fingers finding yours when you turned to head back to your colleagues.
"Let's get out of here. I don't care about that stupid gala and publicity shit anyways", he whispered, his lips brushing your temple as he leaned in.
A shiver ran down your spine as you glanced up at him. This was perfect. Conversations were the ideal gateway to your article, to your promotion.
"Won't your friends look for you?", you whispered back while he was already pulling you towards the backdoor of the gallery.
"Nah. My manager might, but I'll survive", he threw you a grin as you followed him towards the ladder leading to the rooftop without real hesitation.
He climbed up first, reaching his hand out to pull you up the last few steps, pulling your body against his.
"Hi", he whispered as his arms encircled yours waist.
A soft chuckle left you as you wrapped an arm around his neck. "Hi"
"You look really pretty tonight, y'know that?", he muttered, pressing his lips to your wrist slowly.
"Mhm, I think I could tell", you gave back with a small smile on your lipgloss clad lips.
"We keep meeting like this. How come you're here", is what he would've asked if he wanted to ruin the moment for the sake of figuring you out.
But he'd seen you walk out early because of questions about your personal life one too many times, so he chose to keep quiet, angling his head to kiss you instead of talking any more.
He let his tongue speak for him, the way it swept into the warm embrace of your mouth, gathering your taste. A little hum left you as you parted your lips further, allowing him all the access he wanted.
"Mmpf- soo sweet", he muttered into your mouth, his eyes fluttering close.
♪
"By the way Kamo, who's the chick you ran off with yesterday? Blondie was furious"
Choso usually couldn't care less about the shit Gojo was saying, but for some reason the thought of Nanami seeing the two of you made his heart sink a little.
"None of your busniess. Don't pretend like you don't hook up with people", Choso shot back.
The entirety of blue judas was gathered in the practice room, Geto sitting by the drums, Toji rummaging through the mini fridge , Sukuna tuning his guitar in silence while Gojo lay on the small sofa with his old notebook in his fingers.
A smirk spread across the white haired dude's face while he slowly sat up. "Geez, relax. 'm just sayin'. We might've run a background check on her and honestly, better stay away from that chick."
Choso's gaze gradually darkened as he set his guitar down to keep himself from accidentally beating Gojo with it.
"Yeah? And why's that?", he gritted out. Yet just as Gojo was about to answer Sukuna interrupted him.
"Listen, Choso. She's a journalist. A reporter working for the Tokio talk. Her last article was about some rumor regarding that underground artist, Mahito. Well, let's just say she might be the reason he'll be staying underground for a while"
"So you're saying she's using me for intel?"
"Yes!", Gojo, Sukuna and Geto exclaimed. Toji just threw them a confused look.
"So what if? It's not like I tell her anything. Jesus, you guys are insufferable", he grumbled, shrugging, though a part of him didn't feel as confident anymore. It did make sense, yes. Perfect sense even. Was that the reason you didn't tell him anything? Or why you were with the paparrazi during the event?
"It's not about that, Kamo", Gojo groaned, getting up from the sofa, rising to his full height.
"She's probably using you. Isn't that worrying you in the slightest? I mean, shit. She could be having a full on double life and you're out here, absolutely pussywhipped and acting like she's got good intentions"
"You don't know shit, Satoru. And just so you know, I'm not 'pussywhipped' in the slightest! There's literally no intel she could get out of me anyways. You see, I'm not the problematic one here", he added with a gaze directly at Gojo.
"We could always just try and test her intentions", Sukuna chimed in suddenly, making everyone's heads turn towards him.
"Yeah? And how's that?", Gojo asked, sitting back down onto his couch.
"We invite her to come on tour with us. Backstage pass and everything. She'll be away with us with no way to contact the magazine. If she suddenly leaves frantically we know she's using him. If she'll stay, she's valid"
Somehow it made perfect sense. Besides, having you on tour with him seemed very promising for Choso.
"Nanami will hate this", Geto remarked from his spot behind the drums. Gojo grinned at the blackhaired man before looking at Sukuna. "I'm in"
Now everyone was looking at Choso (except for Toji, he didn't understand what was going on anyway), waiting for a reaction.
He sighed before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it"
♪
"What do you mean you've been invited to go on tour with blue judas?"
Shoko's wide eyes followed you as you moved through your bedroom, tossing random clothes into the open suitcase.
"I'm telling you. Choso texted me last night. Tickets, hotels and everything included", you muttered, showing Ierie the message on your phone.
"But why would they do that? No offense, but doesn't that seem kinda weird to you? Inviting a hookup on tour?", she questioned after reading through Choso's message twice.
"I don't know. But it's such a good opportunity. Both for my article and in general. I mean, it's a several week long vacation with free concerts included. And don't even get me started on the luxury hotels, all the places I'll see and the fantastic dick I'll be getting every night", you sighed dreamily, a grin touching your lips as Shoko fake-gagged.
"Ew. Gross. But yeah, you'd be a fool not to go", she finally agreed, handing your phone back, "Just make sure you get a good headline out of this, yeah?"
You nodded along quickly, rummaging through the drawers in your closet.
"Bet. This will be my breakout piece, just you wait", you leaned back, frowning, "So what does one even wear when going on tour with a rockband?"
"You tell me", Shoko gave back, making her way over to your cracked window, lighting her cigarette once she sat down on the windowsill .
A small, defeated groan left your lips as you just tossed the last items , that you could somehow muster up into fitting the sudden rockstar girlfriend aesthetic you were thrown into, towards your suitcase.
"You know what, I'll just let it happen", you concluded, closing up the suitcase.
♪
And not even a week later you found yourself boarding the private jet Gojo had arranged for the band, the managers, Toji's son and well, you.
Your jaw had dropped to the floor when you'd seen the plane for the first time. You'd seen private jets before but you've definitely never been in one.
Choso had grabbed your hand once inside the aircraft, tugging you along towards the back of the jet, away from the rest of the band.
His hands hadn't left your waist, your back or your fingers since the moment you had stepped into that airport and he wasn't planning on letting go any time soon.
He let you have the seat closer to the window, further from Gojo who just so happened to sit in the nearest seat with Geto who was looking rather stressed, typing on his phone frantically.
"Soo, you're Choso's girlfriend?", Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking over at you.
You looked at Choso with widened eyes before shrugging simply.
"Something like that. Why?", you challenged. Satoru just shook his head simply.
"Nothin' just wondering"
Weird. Really really weird honestly. You threw a questioning glance at a very flustered Choso who just quickly shrugged. Once you weren't looking he mouthed "what the fuck, dude?", at Gojo, who just sighed heavily, like Choso's naiveness was personally insulting him.
Seriously, how couldn't he see the fatality of the entire situation? Even Toji had more common sense. Speaking of which, the tall man was currently chasing after Megumi all over the plane.
The boy thought of it as a game while his father just wanted to make sure the brat wouldn't touch band equipment again.
He had more Masha and the bear stickers on his bass than he'd like and even Geto's drums had already suffered from Megumi's stickers.
The flight passed in a blur. You'd fallen asleep after the food got served and when Choso woke you up the jet had already landed in Miami.
You were still feeling rather drowsy through passport controls and the cab ride to the biggest hotel of the city. Gojo handled check in and as soon as Choso opened the door to your hotel room you let yourself fall face first onto the huge bed with a sigh.
"So.. softt", you muttered, face buried in the duvet. Choso let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he put the suitcases aside.
"You tired already?", he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
You just nodding, humming a little "mhm" into the soft fabric. Choso let his eyes linger on you for a second longer before ridding himself of his shirt and jeans, sliding into bed in just his boxers.
You finally moved, taking off your clothes as well. It was hot in the room, the ac humming in the background, the dim light coming from the small lamp by the door was illuminating your underwear clad figure as you crawled into bed next to Choso.
He froze up for a second, not really daring to move. In all the times you'd hooked up it never lasted long enough for you to stay the night. You seemed rather hesitant at first as well, before finally scooting closer to him, letting his arm drape over your body.
One thing about Choso was, his body was freezing. His skin was radiating that perfect coolness necessary in a miami hotel.
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you settled down properly. It was an unfamiliar feeling, sure. But not necessarily a bad one. Your fingers traced the tattoos covering his chest as you felt his breathing slowing next to you, his eyes falling close. You fell asleep not long after him, not without noting down a few details you'd noticed about the band during the day once he was asleep.
When you woke up Choso was gone. Instead of his solid body you found a simple note:
'Had to leave for band practice. See you at our show tonight'
He had scribbled a small smiley beneath, followed by some instructions on how to get to the venue. Everything seemed to depend on Nanami- the manager.
The one person you'd actually prefer not to see. He seemed like the type to run a background check on you before you even entered his peripheral vision.
He probably already knew who you were working for, what your intentions were and where Shoko lived. Your goal for the entirety of this tour was to avoid that man at all costs.
You spent the day up in your room until someone knocked at your door around 5 pm.
Ijichi, Nanami's assistant had come to get you to the concert venue, Choso had asked him to, the black haired man explained. You arrived in the venue an hour before the show started, being led past waiting fans all the way to the VIP area right in front of the stage.
From your spot you could basically reach the stage without even trying. Slowly the arena started to fill up with fans. The amount of 'Gojo please fuck me' posters you'd seen in the past minutes was honestly unholy.
By the time the sun had set and the openers performed their last song the excitement was getting through to you.
And when the stage lit up, a guitar solo cutting through the screaming masses, you finally understood why Ijichi had passed you the earplugs back in your hotel room.
Blue Judas had entered the stage in all their glory, azure light beams illuminating their grinning faces.
You found Choso without even trying to, your eyes widening. He was wearing a simple black shirts and distressed baggy jeans, his brown hair put up in messy space buns. But what really caught your attention was the deadly precision he was playing the guitar with. His digits flew over the strings, the tune entrancing the entire audience.
Choso was biting his lip in concentration, an adorable habit he'd picked up when he first learned to play the guitar. He couldn't look up or he'd screw up. Because if he'd look up, he'd see you and his mind would turn to straight pulp.
When Gojo finally started singing the lyrics to sex eyes, Choso allowed himself a short glance to the crowd. Sukuna had started playing as well, meaning the screams were particularly loud. But when his eyes found yours, you weren't looking at Sukuna. You were looking straight at him, faint blush on your cheeks. Thank god he couldn't see that from the stage.
Choso felt something warm spreading through his chest. You were looking at him. Not Gojo or Sukuna. Not Geto or Fushiguro.
And something about knowing he had your attention on him and nothing else made him smile.
It wasn't the shit-eating grin Gojo'd throw everyone. It wasn't the sly smirk Sukuna offered to horny groupies. It was gentler, more sincere. It was intimate, knowing that smile belonged to you in that very moment.
The roaring crowds, Gojo's voice, it all faded into nothingness. Choso's guitar was all you heard. Watching his sinfully long fingers curve into obscene shapes, following the fast pace of the song. The more you watched, the more you started to wonder what else his fingers could do.
You barely registered the song ending, only when Choso stopped playing you let your eyes trail over the rest of the band.
Objectively, they were all hot.
Gojo was shirtless already, some freaked out groupie probably holding his dirty ass shirt right now.
"WHAT'S UP MIAMI?", Gojo all but screamed into his mic, making the crowd roar with excitement.
"We are blue judas and this is the first show of our Kaisen tour! Hope you're ready, Miami. Because it's about to get hot in here"
The last of his words were drowned in the screams of the fans as Choso had tuned in to the next song, announcing the very beginning of this night.
Two hours of performance later blue judas left the stage, chants for an encore following them all the way to the dressing rooms.
Choso shut the door to his space as soon as he could, collapsing onto the little sofa with a soft groan. His eyelids fluttered close as he gave himself a second to come down from the adrenaline that'd been coursing through his veins for the entirety on this performance. With his eyes still shut Choso reached for a water bottle, just to find there wasn't one on the pantry.
With a heavy sigh he rose to his feet, making his way to the mini fridge across the room. He pulled out a bottle of water and a bag filled with ice cubes, one of which he tossed into the bottle.
He felt tense, his entire body on edge. Without thinking twice he let his fingers sink into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the panties he'd stolen from you back at the Zenin corporation gala.
His pants were unzipped by the time he drank some water and by the time he sat down on the couch his heavy cock was already freed, beads of precum forming at the base.
Choso wrapped the lacey material around his shaft, a soft hiss escaping him at the first stroke he gave himself.
His eyelids dropped as his thoughts started wandering. He imagined it was your warm pussy engulfing his dick right now, that it was you who was squeezing him. That it was you who just made his breath hitch like that, that it was you pumping him a little faster now.
A broken moan left his mouth when his fingers clenched tighter around his cock. God, you felt heavenly.
"Wow Choso, you're a slut"
Choso's eyes flew open at the sudden sound of your voice, movements stilling when he saw you leaning against the mini fridge, can of soda in your fingers.
"I- uh, I can explain", he choked out, trying to shift around in a desperate attempt to hide the fabric wrapped around his painfully erect cock.
"Mhm, you don't need to, Cho. I'm just disappointed you wanted to do this all on your own.. I was planning to take such good care of you after that show", you sighed heavily, putting your drink down.
"No, no, please do. I'm sorry, I won't touch myself anymore", Choso blurted out frantically, shaking his head quickly.
A slow smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him slowly, your fingers wrapping around his shaft.
Yet instead of pumping you simply pulled your panties away from the throbbing skin.
"You just gotta lie back and trust me, Cho", you whispered softly, your fingers running up his body slowly.
Your eyes fell to the scraps of fabric on the floor. They seemed to belong to the ripped shirt he wore during the second set, the straps just long enough to-
Choso's mouth fell slightly open when your suddenly wrapped a strap of fabric around his head, the dark material keeping him from seeing anything. When he felt the same material being wrapped around his wrists a small whimper left him. Fuck.
"Just trust me, Cho", you repeated, a slow smile spreading across your lips at his obvious helplessness.
A shuddering exhale left Choso's lips before he nodded.
The next thing he felt was an incredibly freezing hardness pressing to the tip of his cock. Just as he was about to jerk away something so warm embraced the sensitve skin he forgot to actually breathe.
The sound that tore from his throat in that moment startled him for a good second until he fully comprehended he'd just made it. You just chuckled, letting your tongue roll over his leaking tip, a bead of precum rolling into your mouth.
The ice cube in your hand trailed over his abdomen, drawing more whimpers from him, is wrists starting to strain against the straps of fabric binding his hands together.
You stood back up, releasing his dick from your lips before starting to press kisses to his sweaty skin, the ice cube following our movements until Choso was reduced to a whimpering mess. Every plea leaving his mouth was rewarded with a kitten lick to his cock, every desperate cry of your name earned him an inch of his dick being fed into your mouth.
It was madness to say the very least yet amidst the curses spilling from his lips and the desperation tugging at his limbs he found an odd pleasure building.
"Please baby, I'll do anything. I'll be good for you", he cried out when your lips sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck. A small smile spread across your mouth as you pulled back, getting up from the sofa to get down between his thighs.
"Psst, Cho. We don't want your bandmates hearing us now, don't we?", you gave back with a small chuckle, taking those same panties he'd just used to jerk off and carefully putting them into his mouth to stop him from moaning too loud.
"You'll be good, yeah?", you breathed, your fingertips trailing up his legs slowly.
"Yes, yes. I'll be good, I'll be your good boy. I'll do anything", he gasped out, voice muffled against the soaked material in his mouth, helplessly lifting his hips up.
"Mhm, good", you hummed before finally taking him into your mouth fully.
In that moment Choso felt closer to heaven than he'd ever been.
His eyes rolled back into his skull and for a second he believed he saw the light.
You gave him a second to adjust to the sensation before you finally started moving your head. The moans spilling from his lips were delicious, to say the very least. You hollowed your cheeks around him, creating a more overwhelming feeling than before.
Your head slowly moved up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm that had him losing his mind.
"Faster..please", he choked out and when you complied a broken sob left him. Was he.. crying?
Your pace quickened further until his hot seed was spilling down your throat. He came harder than ever before in his life, his entire body trembling when you lifted the makeshift blindfold from his eyes.
His eyeliner was smudged, dark teary lines on his cheeks, yet the sparkle in his auburn eyes seemed brighter than ever as you released him from the fabric scraps around his wrists.
"You okay?", you asked with a soft chuckle, your thumb wiping a salty streak from his cheek. Choso just nodded, slowly getting up before getting the panties out of his mouth and holding them up with one tattooed finger.
"Soo, can I keep these?"
♪
The next weeks were pure bliss. You went to Choso's concerts every night, fucked him back at the hotel and then went partying with the entire band. Your suitcase was covered in animal stickers from Megumi and somewhere along the way you finally found your cover story: Gojo and Geto were regularly hooking up.
You found out while looking for something to drink in a shared air bnb once, just to be met with the sight of Satoru bending his drummer over the kitchen counter. And Geto still had a girlfriend!
It was scandalous, so scandalous and perfect you'd almost cried tears of joy.
Post-orgasmic Choso didn't even mind telling you all the details, so sweetly unaware of you writing down everything.
Nanami had taken everyone's phones at the beginning of the tour. At first you'd been devastated, yet you knew one thing for sure.
Once you were back in Tokio you'd publish the article of your life. And then you'd get a job at the Tumbler and all your dreams would come true, finally.
Life was going great. Almost too great, one could think.
But then everything went wrong.
The private plane had landed in Las Vegas 27 hours ago.
25 hours ago Satoru Gojo had raised his glass to the night sky and toasted to a night no one would ever forget.
14 hours ago you'd woken up with a horrible hangover and- a ring on your finger.
13 hours ago you found Gojo knocked out in the kitchen of your Las Vegas Villa- with a tiger next door.
12 and a half hours later you realized Choso was missing.
12 hours ago you found the marriage certificate.
10 hours ago Sukuna and Toji got arrested for stealing a cop car.
8 hours ago Mike Tyson came to get his tiger.
6 hours ago Geto realized Choso was still up on the roof of ceasar palace.
5 hours ago he'd collapsed into your arms, passed out from dehydration and lack of nutrients.
3 hours ago the entire band and you got scolded by Nanami for an hour straight.
Now you sat in the plane back to Tokyo, to the final show. The Kaisen tour was officially almost over.
Choso was sitting right across from you, reading through the certificate.
"We're married", he finally stated.
You bit your lip, nodding slowly. The ring you'd found on your finger was in your pocket, just there in case he wanted it back. Just in case.
"We need to get the marriage annuled", you finally said. "Nanami already told you. You can't be married"
That was what you told yourself. You couldn't be married to him either, obviously.
You couldn't publish an article about your husband's band. You couldn't let this get in the way of your career. He couldn't get in the way of your perfect article. Of the Tumbler.
"Wait, are you serious? I don't care about Nanami, seriously. We don't need to annul the marriage right away", Choso protested quickly. He was glad you didn't question where the ring was from. He was glad you didn't know he'd wanted to propose to you ever since he'd seen you in the crowd during that Miami show.
"Choso, we're far too young to get married. I mean, seriously. I have my job, you have your world here and-"
"Quit your job", Choso shot back. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately as you shook your head.
"No. I'm not just going to quit.", you muttered, voice laced with irritation.
Choso's jaw clenched. There it was, the talk he'd wanted to avoid at all costs.
"You never even told me what your job was. What's so secret about it?", he shot at you.
You froze for a second. Fuck.
"I've told you already, I don't like talking about it", you gritted out, shaking your head.
Choso sighed, rubbing the tattooed bridge of his nose.
Yet when he wanted to continue this argument you'd already gotten up towards the restrooms.
Back in Tokyo you didn't necessarily avoid him. Yet you didn't approach him either, keeping unusually quiet. And it was killing him.
The cab drive was silent. You were staring out the window, your bag on the middle seat, blocking any of his attempts to touch you or even properly look at you.
And even after checking into the hotel you wasted zero time escaping into the bathroom and changing into your pajamas. On the way back to the bed he finally did catch up.
"Baby, please. Talk to me", he muttered, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he stood behind you.
A shaky breath escaped you as you shook your head.
"Why? You don't even listen", you finally gave back quietly.
You felt him shifting behind you and when you turned to look, he was on his knees, gaze averted to the floor, his hand still holding onto you.
"I'll listen", he gritted out, gazing up through his dark lashes. "I swear, I'll listen. Just please let us talk this one out"
A small sigh left you as you finally nodded.
"Fine. I can't be married to you Choso. We need to get this marriage annuled", you simply stated.
Choso took a deep breath before finally nodding.
"Fine. We'll get it annuled once the tour is over. Just-" he lifted his head fully, his brown eyes seemingly glistening "just- don't leave me afterwards. Please", he added, voice quiet.
You felt your heart clenching as your hand moved up to cup his face, he melted into your touch immediately, resting his cheek against your palm.
"Fine. I'll stay", you lied. But he didn't need to know that. Because the smile he gave you when you said it made you believe it for a second as well.
Choso rose to his feet, his arms wrapping around your frame.
"Thank you", he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.
And you let him. You kissed him back, wrapped your fingers around the strands of his hair and tugged him closer like it meant something.
Three days until the tour ended. Three days until you'd leave, publish the article that's been sitting in your sketchbook and get promoted. Three days until you'd have to leave him for good.
♪
"WHAT'S UP, TOKYO? YOU MISSED US?", Satoru Gojo screamed into the microphone, watching the crowd go feral. Over 40000 people, screaming their lungs off because five men stood in front of them, cerulean lights glimmering across the stage.
Because obviously Tokyo did miss them. They were THE blue judas after all.
Gojo was shirtless, grinning, one arm looped around Geto. If only the world knew.
Toji was sticking out his tongue, showing off the stickers on his bass with pride. Sukuna was whispering with Choso and when they looked up everyone cheered.
Something was different today though. Even Ierie Shoko could tell from her place a few rows away from the stage.
The air was charged with something more electric than the usual horniness concerts like these radiated. A certain anticipation.
And you should've known it the second Choso knelt down mid performance, acting as if he'd lost something just to steal a kiss from you.
You watched him pull away, heading back to the band. You and everyone else watched them perform sex eyes, love is a curse and shibuya before Choso suddenly walked up to Gojo, holding out his hand.
The lead singer grinned, reaching it to his guitarist.
Your stomach dropped right then. Fuck. Part of you knew exactly what he was doing.
"Hey there, Tokyo. I'm Choso Kamo"
The crowd was screaming. THE Choso speaking? It was huge.
"I realized I never really got the chance to introduce myself. Or my wife. Speaking of, guys, I'm married! May I introduce- Mrs. Kamo"
Your shocked face was visible on the big screen behind the band, your eyes so wide, so full of horror.
A few feet away Shoko just choked on her drink, seeing your face right there on the enormous screen behind the band all of a sudden.
"Well fuck me", the brunette woman murmured with a small laugh.
It was hard to tell who was more shocked: You or the crowd.
"Baby", Choso continued. Oh no. He was about to make it even worse than it already was. "I love you. Every day that I have you as my wife is the best one in my life. And I'm so glad to finally be able to share my luck with the rest of the world"
I love you.
These three words were ringing in your ear, louder than the screams around you, louder than Choso's speech. Louder than your phone ringing.
No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to just get intel out of him. He was supposed to just be an obstacle. Something you used to get the cover story. Not become part of the cover story.
The whole situation had gotten out of hand. You weren't supposed to marry him. And even if it was a drunken mistake, he had promised to annul it. Not announce it to the entire world.
Your feet started moving before you registered it fully. You didn't know where. Just out. Away. Away from the cameras, from the stares. From him.
You left the venue. You took a cab to the hotel, making your way upstairs just to bump into Nanami in the middle of the staircase.
The blonde man just raised an eyebrow.
"I saw", he said. Calm, collected. Like always. "Join me for a chat, please. I understand your intention is to leave this place, but I'd like to have a final talk with you"
That was how you ended up in Nanami's room, sitting on one of the chairs. A file containing all information about you lay on the small table in front of you, mocking you. He knew. Of course he did. You hadn't even doubted it for a second.
"Don't publish the article", Kento said simply, clearing his throat. "I understand it must be necessary for the promotion you'd been hoping for. The Tumbler, am I right?"
You sighed, nodding. What was the point in hiding it now anyways?
"Yes. I'm currently working for the Tokio Talk. This was supposed to be my big break- through", you admitted, looking onto the floor.
"We can make a deal. You sign a contract that prevents you from writing that article and I get you the job at the Tumbler. I have quite the connections, you must know", Nanami finally suggested.
Your eyes widened. Everything you'd hoped for was being offered to you right now. Fuck writing that article. You liked Blue judas. You liked Gojo, Geto, Toji and Sukuna. You liked having Masha and the Bear stickers on your stuff. And you liked Choso. Not right now, but in general you did.
"Deal. But there's one thing", you finally looked up at Nanami before pulling out the ring from your pocket, "Give this to Choso. Please"
The man took the silver band, nodding. "I will", he assured.
Within half an hour the contract was signed. Nanami had made a few calls and now it was official. You were going to start working for the Tumbler in two weeks.
He had returned your phone, yet after seeing the amount of texts you'd gotten since Choso's reveal at the concert, you gladly shoved it into some back corner of your bag.
Speaking of which. You'd started packing up your stuff from the hotel room, neatly folding your clothes when suddenly the door flew open.
Choso stood there, eyes widened slightly, ring clutched in his hand. When he spotted the open suitcase, the piles of your things around, the gaze you weren't giving him- it shattered something inside him.
Suddenly the blunt he smoked before the show was a stupid mistake and not a boost to his confidence. Suddenly Gojo's idea was stupid. What was he even thinking? Exposing you in front of the world like that.
"Baby-", he choked out, taking an unsure step towards you. The coldness inside your eyes when they finally met his made him freeze up.
"We're done here, Choso", you simply said, shoving a pair of jeans into your suitcase.
"No. No, no, no please. Please don't leave, I'm sorry. Please." Desperation was written all over his face. Fuck. He couldn't lose you, not now! Not ever, actually.
"I meant what I said. I love you and I'm so sorry you had to find out like that. Please just don't leave" Tears were forming in his puppy eyes at this point, a salty streak running down his cheek.
That actually made you freeze up.
Because somewhere between Italy and Spain you had actually found yourself falling. Slowly, scary and yet steady.
♪Three weeks ago- Milano, Italy♪
The villa blue judas had booked not far out the city might be the favorite place you'd stayed during the tour. It had big windows, Trees surrounding it and a view showing even the miles away lake. And your favorite part- the massive balcony granting you a view of the surrounding area, a perfect place for late night smoking sessions like these.
Choso passed you the blunt back, exhaling a ring-like structure into the night sky.
You let your eyes linger on him while you wrapped your lips around the joint, taking a deep drag. The nicotine hit just right and the other stuff Choso had added was just making it even better.
"I can't believe you were a stoner in highschool", you muttered as he helped himself to the smoking blunt again.
"Well, I did have to save up for my first guitar somehow", he gave back with a small chuckle. The next cloud coming from his mouth actually did resemble a circle. A wobbly one at best, but still.
"So that's the dark truth of blue judas then", you teased, but when you turned towards him to take the joint, he was already looking at you.
His pupils were blown wide, small smile playing on his lips.
"Definitely. We're all a bunch of crack-heads that buy band equipment by selling drugs to highschoolers. Veeryy dark", he drawled, his fingers brushing against yours when you took the blunt.
You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief while simultaneously taking a deep drag, letting it linger for a second before exhaling towards the sky.
"That's so scandalous. Be careful, someone might write an article."
Choso's eyes widened slightly, the joint slipping between his lips. The brunette man took a drag, before suddenly pulling you in, his tattooed hands finding your waist.
Your lips parted on instinct when he bent down, his lips slotting over yours before he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered close, your tongue rolling against his lazily as you took in the smoke from him.
For a second neither of you moved before you broke away to exhale the smoke onto his face. Choso huffed out something that resembled a chuckle before his hand tangled in your hair, basically yanking you closer until your lips met his.
You saw him put out the blunt from the corner of your eyes before they closed, fully commiting to the kiss. It was messy, hungry and uncoordinated. And still that hunger made you so, so wet. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, when his cold hands slowly moved over your body, tracing your curves with such care.
When he pulled away to catch his breath his eyes lingered on you. His nose was inches from yours, foreheads pressed together.
"Can we.. head inside?", he breathed, those wide brown eyes softening when you nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice", you whispered just be picked up by him immediately.
By the time you reached the bed you were both naked, skin pressing against skin when he carefully lay down, holding you so you'd be on top of him.
You kissed Choso again, softer this time while your fingers made their way all over his body until they eventually wrapped around his fully erect cock, giving it a slow pump as you guided the swollen tip towards your entrance.
"Haah- wait", he choked out, his hands shooting up to your waist, fingers digging into your skin slightly firmer than necessary.
"C-can I?", he asked, propping himself up on his elbows as he carefully maneuvered you to lay back beneath him. This was new. Maybe it was the boldness he had whenever he got high, but he just needed to take charge of this for once.
Your breathing hitched, yet you nodded.
"Go ahead", you made yourself comfortable, leaning back against the pile of pillows by the headboard.
Choso's eyes widened slightly at your immediate approval, yet he didn't need you to tell him twice.
His lips met yours once again, drawing a broken whimper from your throat. The sweet sound was enough to make him lose all remaining sanity. His shaky hand slid down your body, wrapping those tattooed fingers around his shaft as he lined himself up with your cunt.
The last thing you saw before your vision went white from the pleasure were his brown eyes, all blown wide an needy, the drug in your system only intensifying the sensation of him thrusting into you.
A strained moan left your lips as he pushed in all the way until his tip was nearly kissing your cervix. Choso's head dropped, his forehead colliding with your shoulder.
It was too much. It was all far too much for him. His body felt like it was on fire ever since he'd entered you, he felt everything twice as intense as usual.
"Have you always been this- haah, fuck- this warm?", he choked out, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder to try and keep it together.
"Choso", you gasped, your fingers threading through the strands of his hair to lift up his head slightly. He looked at you, all dazed and already pussydrunk, a soft "hm?", leaving his lips.
"Move", you muttered, your hips slightly straining against his, desperate for more friction. Just having him inside was not enough. You craved more.
"Right, right, right. Sorry", Choso quickly took a deep breath before slowly pulling out until only his tip was buried between your legs and thrusting back into you. Broken groans fell from his lips, his eyes kept darting between your breasts and the way they moved with every thrust, your parted lips and your eyes, as if he couldn't decide what to focus on.
When he hit a particularly deep spot inside you the sensation of your walls clenching around him was almost enough for him to cum on the spot. To stop himself from moaning too loud his lips found your breasts, wrapping around your nipple while he sucked, attempting to keep himself grounded somehow.
Your back arched off the bed, strangled moan tearing from your throat. Your heart was racing almost in sync with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, the smoke from the blunt still lingering over any rational thoughts you could've had.
It didn't take much longer until you were cumming all over his cock, your vision going white as you all but screamed his name, your nails digging into his tattooed back, leaving long streaks he'd be wearing with pride until they faded.
"Fuck-", he panted against your skin, his teeth sinking into the soft tissue of your neck as he spilled his load deep into you with another thrust, whimpering your name shakily.
A few seconds of silence followed, the heavy pants of him trying to find his breath again coating the stilless.
"Let me clean you up", he suddenly whispered, pulling out with a whine. Before you could comprehend what was happening he had already hoisted you up, laying flat on his back with your hips above his head
His fingers dug into the fat of your ass, dragging you down onto his mouth until the very first taste of your mixed releases hit his tongue, drawing a moan from both of you.
"Sit on it. Please", he breathed against your cunt, trying to tug you down onto his face properly. You hesitated for a split second before giving in, setting your hips down, your clit pressing against the tattooed bridge of his nose, a soft whimper being elicited from your at that.
Choso was in heaven. His eyes rolled back, vision going white the second your plush thighs started suffocating him. He was going feral to say the very least. He was eating you out like it was his last meal, his pierced tongue plunging deep into you, collecting every single drop of wetness he could find.
His hands were gripping you hard enough to leave imprints shaped like his big hands. He was grinding your body down onto his face, making you ride it. So much for cleaning you up. If only he was only making a far bigger mess.
"Cho- ahh, slow down",you cried out, your fingers fisting his hair, both to try and pry him away at least a little bit and hold onto something to keep yourself from loosing it.
If Choso would be able to speak right now, he would've kindly denied your request. But unfortunately he couldn't talk with his mouth full, so instead he released the right side of your ass, instead plunging his fingers into you.
You were seeing stars. Every word that threatened to leave your parted lips just turned into a mindless moan of his name. Every thought that you tried forming just morphed into a further manifestation of the intense pleasure he was offering you.
His fingers plunged in and out of you at an ungodly speed while managing to keep some sort of rhythm with his tongue. Only when you felt the repeated vibrations of him humming against you, you realized what he was doing. He was eating you out in sync with one of his songs, the exact one with the guitar solo that should start around n- oh god.
You could feel his fingers twisting inside you, rubbing up into you like your body was just another guitar for him to play. Guitarists really do finger faster, was your final thought before you came with a scream, grinding against his face as you rode out your orgasm, your juices dripping down his face.
He had to hold onto you firmer to keep you from just collapsing. Slowly his movements stilled. He helped you lift your hips and lie down again. A soft chuckle left his glistening lips as he sucked his fingers clean.
"You okay?", he asked softly, praying you hadn't seen the fresh cumstains on the blanket he'd just been on yet.
All you could do was nod, your heart still racing. Choso grinned, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.
"Sleep. I'll clean you up in a second.", he promised as your eyes were already fluttering shut.
♪Tokyo, present day.♪
"No, Kamo", his last name coming out of your mouth made him wince. You took a deep breath. This was for both your sakes. He'd find out about your initial intentions soon enough and then he'd push you away anyways. You couldn't let that happen.
"My flight is in an hour. I don't have time for this"
Choso wanted to break down. To get on his knees and beg for you to stay. To promise you everything and anything he could. He wanted to leave this stupid band, to abandon every dream he's ever had- just to make you stay.
But before he could do any of it you had left. The door had fallen shut and he could hear Nanami and you talking on the other side.
His knees hit the floor five seconds later. Everything came crashing in on him. The drugs, the betrayal, the love he had actually felt for you. His vision blurred to a point where he couldn't even make out the lines of his tattoos anymore. He was doomed.
♪379 days since Choso Kamo announced his marriage during the Blue Judas tour in Tokyo.♪
The flashing lights of paparazzi were a familiar sight to the musicians of blue judas. Satoru Gojo was grinning towards the photographers, his arm wrapped around the waist of his fiancee Suguru Geto. The two of them had made their relationship public a few months prior, earning nothing but support from their loyal fanbase. Choso stood between Sukuna and Toji, not as much in the background for once.
He was now ten months clean from any substances and it showed. Even the lines of his face had become softer, his hair healthier and his smile wider.
"Choso! Here!", Asa, chief director of the dazzler, waved him over. Choso ignored her. He followed the rest of the band inside the building. It was the Zenin's annual gala once again and despite the memories still plagueing him, Choso had decided to attend.
The food was alright, the conversations boring and Choso avoided going to the toilet at all costs. Too many memories, that was his reasoning.
He was sitting at Blue Judas' assigned table, flipping through the pages of the little program flyer he had found when he suddenly heard heavy steps approaching from behind.
"Choso!", Sukuna called. The brunette turned around, freezing up immediately. Ryomen Sukuna stood there, wide grin on his face, his huge hand wrapped around your slender arm.
It was the first time in 378 days you'd seen Choso outside the screen of your phone. Outside of the endless gossip sites that talked about his wife's disappearance, his sudden hiatus that lasted four months.
And now here he was, the very same man you'd fallen for when you weren't supposed to.
"Hey, Cho", you finally greeted after clearing your throat.
Choso's eyes were wide with shock as he got up. Sukuna finally released your arm, turning around as he headed back towards Toji.
"You're here", he finally muttered, stopping inches before you.
You nodded slowly. "I work at the Tumbler now. They sent me here to get an interview with you"
A chuckle left Choso's lips at the irony of the situation. Of course. Your job.
"Yeah? And what do you want to ask me?", he gave back, crossing his arms.
"Did you know I loved you back 379 days ago?"
Choso's heart stopped. Actually skipped an entire beat. You had changed. He' changed. But on paper you were still his wife. The wife of Choso Kamo. And he was still your husband.
And suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Not when your lips were on his again, not when his hands found your waist so quickly, tracing your hipbones with his thumbs. Not when you whispered his name against his mouth and he whispered a strained 'I love you back'
Not when you finally said it back. That was when nothing mattered anymore.
a/n: guys I'm so sorry this took so long I went on like three vacations while writing this and just celebrated my birthday but now it's finally here ugh
Nerdjo getting to eat you out after scoring higher on finals (18+)
When Satoru, the man who had prided himself in always trying to score higher than you, approached you with a bet, of course you were curious.
I mean, he was always such a tease, but his brains were no joke. Maybe what he had to offer would be worthwhile.
The deal: if you scored higher on your math finals, you could slap him ten times and he’d buy you one of whatever you desired. If he scored higher, he’d get to eat you out.
The bet was complete bullshit, and you weren’t even sure why you agreed to it in the first place.
Determined to win, you studied your ass off. That was no match for Satoru and his freakishly good math skills, though.
When he approached you with a score five points higher than your own, you were horrified, contemplating on dropping the bet right then and there.
Satoru wouldn’t let you, saying that he’d be at your dorm later that night.
You prayed he would be the one to chicken out and not show up, but a man as cocky as Satoru was would never. That’s why you’re currently spread wide on your bed, with Satoru between your legs.
The tip of his tongue licked a clean stripe up to your clit, teasing the sensitive bud in slow circles.
“Stop fucking teasing.” You grunted, rolling your hips upwards. The smirk on Satoru’s face only pissed you off more.
He pulled his head back from your cunt, a fat glob of spit falling from his mouth onto your pussy. The warm liquid trickled down to your hole while Satoru watched, eyes never diverting.
Satoru's tongue was back on your cunt before you had time to get out another snarky remark, skilled tongue diving deep into your hole. Your hand crept its way up into Satoru's hair, tugging on his roots in a weak attempt to try and guide his head.
"I know what I'm doing." Satoru's deep voice sent sharp vibrations up into your cunt, pooling in your lower stomach. You rolled your eyes, trying to stay somewhat nonchalant while pretty moans and whimpers left your mouth and entered Satoru's ears.
He was too arrogant to admit it straight to your face, but Satoru already adored the taste of your cunt, so much he was sure he could get addicted to the taste of your arousal if he were to stay between your legs too long.
Lips practically making out with your pussy, his tongue flicked in perfect, precise motions, making you feel the right sensations in all the right places. Satoru's right hand came up, thumb rubbing circles around your sensitive, spit-covered clit.
"A-ah, Satoru!" Tugging harder on his hair, your hips bucked upwards. You were already close to climaxing, and you knew it; Satoru knew it too.
He chuckled into your pussy; the same chuckle you had heard one too many times, the same one that irritated you to your core.
"Go ahead and cum, baby." Satoru pressed down harder on your clit, motions becoming more rigid while you came undone on his tongue. His mouth never left your pussy as you came, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal.
Satoru pulled away once you had relaxed, wiping his faintly white lips with the back of his hand. "You taste better than expected."
"Shut up, Satoru." You scoff, closing your legs and sitting up. "Also, don't ever call me "baby" again."
He shrugs, getting off the bed. "I bet that small addition made you feel better than ever. Has anyone else eaten you that good?"
You don't answer, looking away as a faint blush rises on your cheeks. Satoru takes that as a yes, but decides not to push the matter.
"If you do better on the next test, I'd be delighted to have you suck me off as a reward."
His offer was so stupid you almost started laughing. "You wish."
But part of you wasn't all that opposed to the idea.
synopsis . In which nerdjo gets turned on by bimbo!reader's harmless teasing in the middle of putting together a puzzle. content . afab!reader, virginity loss, dorkjo, awkwardness, reverse cowgirl, praise, really premature ejec, etc. (Inspired by this post)
“It’s too big, ‘Toru,” You’d whine, followed by an awfully innocent, “Stop trying to squeeze it in there!”
Puzzle pieces. The two of you are talking about puzzle pieces, obviously. So, why the hell is his cock swelling up against his pants?
Oh, that’s right. Because your comments are making his mind go somewhere dirty each time he closes his eyes, the only thing keeping him sane being the use of context in the situation. His hand had brushed over yours one too many times and he's stuttered halfway through every sentence of his during the duration of this little game. The two of you were just spending your free time putting together a really cute 'n friendly jigsaw puzzle and now he was using a nearby pillow to cover up his boner.
You're aware that your nerdy friend Gojo is the biggest loser ever but, you don’t seem to mind it too much. The only thing you do is tease him until he's sitting next to you with a mess of blush plastered all over his face. "Hey, why'd you stop?" You'd ask after noticing the way he's siting awkwardly on the floor beside you, "I know I said that piece was too big but if we stop now we'll never finish this tonight."
"Uh," Gojo's voice is coming out in that dorky pitch for a moment before he quickly clears his throat and brings a hand up to readjust the thick frames decorating his face, "Well, I just wanted to take a break, y'know? We've been doing this for hours and-"
You cut him off with a light scoff, "Oh c'mon, there's no way you're tapping out on me already." Then you're standing on your knees, shuffling closer to him, and reaching over him for one of the further puzzle pieces below. It was fine. He was fine.
Then he looked down, noticed the skirt you had on started to rise against your thighs, and... fuck. You've got the prettiest pair of panties on—the color of them peeking out just a fraction enough for him to catch its hue. Blue. Just like his eyes. Of course you decided not to wear some shorts under your skirt today. Of course. Now he's left gawking at a lacy pair of panties and letting out a strange noise without thinking, earning a glance over your shoulder that only makes you look sexier.
"Satoru?" You call out moments after, to which his eyes fly back up to where they should've been this entire time, on your face. Watching the man gulp like the biggest dork you know him to be, you flash a smirk, "Did you just look under my skirt?"
There's no way you didn't know what you were doing. He may be a big nerdy virgin who never got any sort of play but he was far from stupid. Gojo swallows down something pathetic before shaking his head hurriedly, "N-No? Pfft, what? Why.. Why would I-, hah, why would I do something like that?"
You cock a brow, "Because you're a loser who acts like he's never seen what a woman looks like under her clothes? I dunno."
He blinks dumbfoundedly, "You think I'm acting?"
You send him the same bewildered stare, "You're a six-foot tall, nerdy, pretty boy with glasses, there's no way you're some kinda virgin."
"Well... uh..." He gulps thickly and leans back, the pillow in his lap faltering with the way he readjusts his long legs to try and ease the rather annoying ache in between them, "I kinda am..."
Now you were giving him that cute deer-in-headlights kinda look as if there wasn't a single thought inside your head, the same look that has him flustered for some reason. Followed by which is a turn of your head before you casually return to reaching for that needed puzzle piece, "That's surprising. 'Thought a guy like you would have tons of women."
Gojo looks around for a second before pointing at himself, "You though I would have tons of women? Me?" He scoffs as if that were the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I mean, I know plenty of women who talk to me, sure. But, I've never slept with any of them."
"Why's that?" You ask, knees shifting against the floor so that you could find the desired spot for the piece in your hand, "If you don't mind me asking, of course."
You seem to be entirely oblivious to the way your skirt is still rising against your thighs, especially as you bend down a bit to plop the little puzzle piece into place. Gojo finds himself looking up at the ceiling now, hoping for you to become self aware any moment now, "I dunno, I'm not good at flirting, I guess." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.
The sound of that makes you glance back at him again. This time you look down at his now uncovered crotch and spot the boner prettily resting there. Smiling a bit, "I could teach you." You offer sweetly.
His cock drools at the idea alone before he's fixing his glasses against his face and looking at you again, "Really? You'd teach me how to flirt?"
You snort, "No, silly. I'm offering to teach you how to fuck."
Now, Gojo is many things. Filthily educated in Digimon? Well, of course—he's even got it plastered all over his shirt right now. The most studious individual in every academic institution he's ever attended? Duh. And a completely closeted freak who does nothing but imagine what it'd be like to feel pussy for the first time? Well, yeah...
So when you offer to teach him how to fuck and essentially, take his virginity, he doesn't think he's ever nodded his head faster in his life.
Next thing he knows and your legs are sprawled out over him, caging the sides of his lengthy limbs in between yours as your ass hovers in the air and you move a hand back to tug your panties to the side. Your cute nerd of a friend thinks he's in love as your gorgeously soaked cunt is revealed to him.
He almost reaches out to touch it-, to touch you but, he controls himself and lets you do all the work. After all, he has no idea what he's doing. Gojo only knows things about sex through porn and... well, that can only teach a person so much.
"Y-Y'know," And then he's starting already—yapping as if that would hide his nervousness. His cock is out and you're rubbing two pretty fingers through your folds before moving your hand in between your legs to grab ahold of him. "S-Shiit... Y'know this uh, this puzzle we got-, oh... it-, oh, that feels good-, it was a limited edition-"
"Satoru, you're cute but," You giggle as the lips of your pussy begin to close around his drooling cockhead, "If this is your idea of dirty talk then you have so much to learn..."
He tries to swallow a whine down his throat but it unfortunately escapes him as he continues his rambling, "I just-, goddamn... I thought you'd wanna know that," Gojo utters with a nervous chuckle, hips bucking up slightly to sink himself deeper into the dewy warmth that's currently swallowing up his length. "'Cause o-only a thousand," his breath hitches as you get about halfway down on him, "You're so fuckin' warm... Only a-ah.. a thousand of those sets were s-sold..."
Biting back your own moans whilst his thick cock stretches up into your welcoming walls, "Yeah?" You chime as if you genuinely cared about what he was saying. It's not that you didn't care at all but, the puzzle was the last thing on your mind with the way his dick felt slowly splitting you open. "T-That's... so nice, sweetie."
Gojo's hips snap up at the sound of the praise—wether or not you meant it to be sarcastic—and it's instant the way he brings a hand up to your hip to hold you down as the rest of his lengthy shaft disappears inside you. "Fuck, that felt good," He gasps as if this were some kind of new discovery for him, "C-Can you say that again? Praise me more?"
You work up a steady rhythm of lifting and then slamming your hips down on him after only a few moment of adjusting to his staggering inches, your jaw quickly falling open with slutty drool dangling out past your lips, "You're into that?" You huff softly before glancing back at him, "Y-You want me to-, mmnh, praise you more?"
Gojo's eyes are a little glossy from pleasure and he nods cutely, "P-Please? I'm being good so far, aren't I?" Then he looks down and you feel his cock throb inside of you, "Fuuuck... I haven't even-, ohgod... h-haven't even told you any more s-stupid facts. Aren't you proud of me?"
Another laugh exits your lips before you still your hips down against his, grinding with his cock buried inside of you instead of bouncing on it, "Yeahhh, I guess you have a point," You snort. Then you turn your face forwards and reach for a new puzzle piece before placing it somewhere. Your honeyed pussy clamps around his bulging girth and you hear the way he chokes out a gasp. "I'm so proud of you, 'Toru. Bein' such a good boy for me, aren't you?"
What you don't expect is the thick cum that spills out inside you. The hand he has on your hip grips a little tighter and he groans loudly, tossing his head back losing it at the sound of those words on your tongue. Well, that and the way you'd went back to those puzzle pieces as if this was just another Thursday night for you...
You have a little smile on your face as you feel him finishing inside you and by the time you look back at him, Gojo seems to be completely out of it—as if that was singlehandedly the best nut of his life. Glasses crooked on his face now, hand still anchoring your hip against him, hair tousled, and heavy pants exiting him, you can't help but tilt your head.
"Wow, two minutes. Impressive, really." You snort.
Gojo looks at you, just barely, and then pouts, "It was my first time, I'm sorry."
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two pretty best friends! ft. gojo satoru & geto suguru | contains: 18+ content, MDNI. 3sum, consensual recording.
the first thing that they did when they heard about your breakup was laugh. not at you, of course, but rather at the situation. laugh at the tears you'd shed over a man they didn't even deem worthy enough to look at you.
over the man who'd tried to buy you a soda from the dollar value menu when it was a thing, only for his card to end up declining.
and the second thing that they did was take you out to the mall-buying you an expensive gucci necklace in the process.
not because of the brand itself, no, but rather the emblem on the necklace-the two intertwined g's coated in swarovski crystals. crystals that glistened with even just the slightest sliver of light.
and now crystals that were glistening underneath your phone's flash. the very same two g's bounced off your chest with every thrust of sator's hips against your own, pushing your mouth even deeper down suguru's cock-serving as a reminder of who exactly was making you cum now.
but it wasn't enough for the two of them that there was a slight possibility your ex would see you with the necklace, they had to show him just exactly what he was missing out on.
"come on baby, look up at the camera f'me. tell your ex how it feels," suguru cooed, using his thumb to wipe off some of the drool leaking down your parted lips. you moaned against his cock, looking up at the camera with tear streaked eyes. "so good, sug-fuck!" your words came out muffled, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
"yeah?" satoru didn't miss the opportunity to goad him on, one of his hands gripping your hip. the other moved to the small of your back, making you arch even further. "feels soo much better, huh? poor pussy's been neglected?"
you simply nodded, digging your nails into suguru's thighs. even though you hadn't responded, your cunt was more than happy to. loud squelches echoed throughout the room with every rhythmic plap! plap! of satoru's thrusts, pussy dripping over his cock like a running faucet.
satoru took the phone from suguru, focusing the lens on where your greedy cunt was practically swallowing his cock inch by inch. "did he even make you cum, sweetheart? or did he just make you cry?" he taunted even further, rubbing small circles onto your hip with his thumb.
"n-no," you turned your head back to look over at satoru, "said something was wrong with me." suguru clicked his tongue, taking your chin and bending down to your level. "nothin' wrong with you, angel. just everything wrong with your taste." his hair tickled the sides of your face as he leaned in, pressing his lips against your own.
you went back to slobbering over suguru's cock, hollowing your cheeks out in an attempt to take him further with each time sator fucked you into it. satoru took the hand on your back, rubbing at your engorged clit with two fingers. "come for me, we got you. gonna take care of you, yeah?"
your legs shook with your impending orgasm, your nails practically digging into suguru's thighs. “toru, fuck fuck, gonna cum, make me cum, please, plea-" incoherent babbles left your mouth before your orgasm washed over you like awave. the release had your toes curl and your tongue loll out from the corner of your mouth, cunt dripping over satoru's bedsheets.
"look at how pretty she looks when she cums," satoru clicked his tongue, scooping up your essence with his finger before sticking it in his mouth, "tastes so sweet, so good. and your shitty ex didn't wanna put in the effort."
"not like he'll ever see her like this again," suguru retorted, taking the phone to capture your fucked out expression, "you think she's gonna be satisfied after she had us?" he tossed the phone to the side, sliding his cock out of your mouth.
you weren't sure why you'd thought they'd be like your ex, when they'd proven to be nothing like him, but you still found yourself surprised to see that they were up for another round. nothing like the five minute quick and done that you'd grown.. regrettably accustomed to.
"come on, we got a year of orgasms to make up to you, pretty girl." suguru eased you onto your back, the two of them kneeling in between your legs. he dipped his tongue into your hole, lapping up the mixture of sator's cum and your own.
"lemme get a taste." satoru took suguru's chin, facing him before their lips crashed together into a sloppy kiss. the exchange between the two was more spit and tongue rather than passion, pure desperation and lust filling them. droplets of spit (who's? you weren't completely sure) landed against your skin, the scene in front of you enough to have you pressing your legs together.
satoru licked his lips when he pulled away, glancing back over at you with a cocky smile on his face, "keep 'em open, sweets. we didn't forget about you."
you didn't even remember why you'd cried so hard over your ex by the time the night was over.
𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ toji guides you through touching yourself while he watches from across the room, controlling your every movement until you fall apart.
✿ ◞◟) fushiguro toji 𝓍 female!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, established relationship, voyeurism, guided masturbation, power play, female masturbation, orgasm control / edging, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation, toji getting off on watching.
you're sprawled across the expensive sheets of the bed you share, the ones toji grumbled about paying for but secretly loves because they're soft against his skin.
the apartment is quiet, the kind of heavy silence that settles after midnight, city lights bleeding through the gap in the curtains and painting pale stripes across the ceiling, and you're already buzzing with it; that low, familiar ache that's been building since dinner, since toji looked at you across the table with something dark and knowing in his eyes.
toji is sitting in the armchair across from the bed, the one he dragged in here specifically because it gives him a full view.
his posture is deceptively lazy, all that lean muscle slouched into the cushions like he doesn't have a single care in the world, but you know better; you can see the way his jaw is set, the way his fingers are drumming a slow, impatient rhythm against his thigh. toji is wearing those gray sweatpants, the ones that hang low on his hips, and a thin black t-shirt that stretches across his chest.
"you gonna start anytime soon, or are you just gonna lie there looking pretty, mhh?" toji’s voice is a low rumble, stripped of any real bite but carrying that particular edge of impatience that makes your stomach flip.
you're already so wet, and you have been for the last twenty minutes just from the anticipation of this, just from the weight of toji’s stare, but you don't move yet, because you like this part, too — the waiting, the way toji has to tell you.
toji huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. the scar at the corner of his mouth pulls tight.
"alright, baby. i see how it is."
he shifts in the chair, manspreading his legs wider, one arm coming up to rest along the back.
"hands on your stomach. just feel yourself for a minute. don't touch anywhere good yet."
you obey, placing your palms flat against your lower belly, right above the waistband of the tiny shorts you're wearing. the heat of your own skin is grounding, and you can feel the subtle flutter of your muscles underneath, the way your body is already starting to tighten. you watch toji’s face as you do it, watching his eyes track the movement.
"that's it," toji murmurs, and the simple praise sends a shiver straight down your spine, settling right between your legs. "just get used to it. you're so fucking warm, aren't you? i can practically feel the heat coming off you from here."
you nod, even though it wasn't really a question. your fingers press a little harder, and your hips twitch, an involuntary little roll against nothing at all.
"ah-ah," toji says, and there's a warning in it now. "i didn't say move your hips. keep them still. this is about your hands, remember? you're the one doing the work tonight. i'm just here to make sure you do it right."
that's the thing about toji — he's a man of very few wasted movements, very few wasted words. when he commits to something, he commits. and right now, he's committed to watching you fall apart piece by piece, all while he sits there with his arms crossed and his cock getting harder by the second underneath those damn sweatpants.
you know damn well it is, because you've caught him adjusting himself twice already.
"okay," you breathe, more to yourself than to him.
your fingers slide down, just an inch, tracing the line of your tiny shorts. you can feel the damp spot already forming on the thin fabric, and a hot flush of embarrassment mixed with deep arousal washes all over you.
"i saw that," toji says, and his voice has dropped even lower, rougher. "you're that wet already? fuck. go on, then. slip your hand inside. but don't go all the way. just your fingers. i want you to feel how messy you are."
your hand disappears beneath the elastic, and the moment your fingertips make contact with your slick folds, you have to bite your lip to hold back a moan. you're soaked, absolutely drenched, and the sensation of your own arousal coating your fingers is almost too much.
you circle your clit just once, a featherlight little touch, and your whole body jerks.
"what did i just say?" toji's voice cuts through the haze.
he's leaning forward now, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the movement of your hand beneath the shorts.
"i said don't go all the way. just feel. don't move your fingers like that. just... hold yourself. let me see."
you freeze, your fingers still pressed against your clit but not moving. you can feel your pulse throbbing against your own touch, and it's taking every ounce of self-control not to start rubbing. your breath is coming in short, shallow gasps.
"better," toji says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice even if you can't see it from this angle. "now spread your legs a little more, baby. let me see what you're doing."
you obey, bending your knees and letting your thighs fall open.
the position pulls the fabric of your shorts taut, and you can see toji's gaze drop, you can see the way your boyfriend’s throat moves as he swallows. his hand moves to his thigh, his fingers curling into the fabric of his sweatpants like he's physically restraining himself.
"take your hand out," toji says abruptly. "both hands. take your shorts off. i want to watch."
you hook your thumbs into the waistband and peel them down your hips, lifting your ass off the mattress to shimmy them past your thighs, your knees, your ankles. you're completely bare underneath, and the cool air of the bedroom hits your slick skin, making you shiver. you toss the shorts somewhere on the floor. you don't care where they land.
"good girl," toji breathes, and the words wrap around you like a warm blanket. "now lie back. put a pillow under your hips if you need to. get comfortable. we're gonna be here for a while."
you grab a pillow from the stack beside you and shove it under your lower back.
the elevation changes everything, tilting your pelvis up and making you feel impossibly exposed; you can feel his gaze like a physical weight, hot and heavy, pinning you to the bed.
"put your feet flat on the bed. knees bent. let them fall open. all the way open, baby. don't be shy now."
you do, and the stretch in your inner thighs is delicious, a prelude to everything that's coming. you're completely open to toji now, every part of you on display, and you've never felt more vulnerable or more turned on in your entire life.
"touch your stomach again," toji instructs. "just below your belly button. light touches, baby. i want to see your skin get goosebumps, okay?"
you drag your fingertips in slow, lazy circles over your lower abdomen, and just like he said, the fine hairs on your arms stand up. your nipples peak in the cool air, hard little buds that you desperately want him to put his mouth on, but you know better than to ask.
"now slide your hand down," toji says, and his voice has gone thick, almost strained. "but keep your eyes on me. don't close them. i want to see your face when you touch yourself."
your hand travels south, over the soft mound of your pubic bone, until your fingers are hovering just above where you need them most. you can feel the heat radiating off your wet cunt, you can smell your own arousal mixing with the clean scent of the sheets, and your fingers twitch involuntarily.
"use two fingers," toji says. "middle and ring. spread yourself open for me. i want to see how pink you are."
you follow his instructions, using two of your fingers to part your slick folds, and the wet sound it makes is particularly obscene in the quiet room. you're glistening, swollen, your clit peeking out from its hood like it's begging for attention.
a fresh rush of wetness slicks down your perineum, and you hear toji curse under his breath.
"fuck," he mutters, and you watch him palm himself through his sweatpants, a quick, rough gesture. "you're killing me, you know that? keep going. touch your clit."
you use your index finger, just the very pad, and you start to draw the smallest possible circles around the most sensitive part of yourself. it's almost not enough, a maddening tease that has your hips desperately trying to lift off the bed, searching for more pressure.
"eh," toji warns. "keep your hips down. if you move, i simply stop talking. and we both know you won't cum without my voice in your ear."
you force your hips back down, grinding them into the mattress, a frustrated whine building in your throat.
the circles continue, so light you can barely feel them, but the arousal is building anyway, a slow, deep throb that starts in your core and radiates outward.
"fuck—that's it," toji says, and his voice has gone softer now, almost hypnotic. "just like that. nice and slow. you're so wet, baby. i can see it dripping down onto the sheets. that's all for me, isn't it?"
"yes," you gasp, the word barely a whisper. "all for you, toji."
"i know it is," he says, and there's a possessive edge to it that makes your clit pulse under your finger. "now put a finger inside, baby. just one. and i want you to curl it up when you push in. find that sweet spot."
you pause your circles and slide your middle finger down, pressing past your entrance.
you're so wet that there's no resistance, just a hot, tight clutch of muscle that welcomes you in, and you curl your finger upward, pressing against that spongy spot on your front wall, and your back arches off the bed.
"right there?" toji asks, even though he already knows the answer; he's watched you do this a hundred times, and he knows your body better than you do.
"yes," you moan, your head thrashing against the pillow. "fuck, y-yes, right there."
"good. don't stop. keep that finger curled and start moving it in and out slowly. i want to feel how tight you are from here."
you start a slow, deliberate rhythm, your finger pumping in and out while your palm grinds against your clit with every thrust. the double sensation is overwhelming, and your inner walls start to flutter, clamping down around your own finger.
"add a second finger," toji orders, and his voice is completely strained now, barely controlled. "stretch yourself open. i want to watch you take it."
you work a second finger inside, and the stretch burns just a little, a perfect pinch of pain that makes your eyes water. you're so full, and it's just your own fingers. you can't imagine what it would feel like to have him inside you right now, thick and hard and relentless.
the thought makes you moan, loud and unashamed.
"that's my girl," toji says, and you can hear the smile in his voice again, dark and satisfied. "now move your fingers faster. and use your thumb on your clit. rub it in circles. opposite direction from your fingers."
it's a lot of instructions, a lot of coordination, but you manage.
your fingers pump in and out of your soaking cunt while your thumb works tight, fast circles over your clit, and the pleasure builds so quickly it's almost scary. you can feel your orgasm approaching, a wave gathering somewhere deep in your belly.
"t-toji," you gasp, a warning and a plea all at once. "i'm close. i'm so close."
"i know you are," he says, and his voice is relentless. "i can see it. your whole body is shaking. but you don't cum yet. you hear me? you fucking hold it."
you whimper, a desperate, pathetic sound, but you try to obey.
you slow your fingers, try to ease off the pressure, but your body is betraying you; the pleasure keeps climbing, a runaway train, and you can feel the edge rushing up to meet you.
"p-please," you beg, your eyes finding his in the dim light.
toji is still sitting in that chair, legs spread, and his hand has disappeared inside his sweatpants now, moving in a slow, lazy stroke that matches the rhythm of your own hand.
"toji, please, i can't—"
"you can," your boyfriend says, and his voice is steel wrapped in velvet. "you can, and you will. slow down even more. just barely move. let it fade."
it's the hardest thing you've ever done, letting that peak slip away, and your muscles scream in protest, your cunt clenching around nothing, your clit throbbing under your thumb. but you slow down, just barely moving, and the wave recedes, leaving you trembling and teary-eyed on the edge.
"what a good girl," toji breathes, and the praise is a balm on your frayed nerves. "so fucking good for me. now do it again. faster this time. i want to watch you chase it."
you start moving your fingers again, faster now, harder.
the wet sounds completely fill the room, obscene and rhythmic, and you can feel a second orgasm building even faster than the first. your toes curl, your thighs start to shake, and your free hand reaches up to pinch your own nipple, needing more, needing everything.
"look at you," toji says, and his voice has gone ragged, almost desperate. "you're so fucking beautiful like this. all spread open and messy, fingering yourself because i told you to. whose fingers are those, baby?"
"m-mine," you gasp, and then; "yours. they're yours, toji. everything is yours."
"damn right it is," he growls. "now don't stop. don't you fucking stop. i want you to cum. i want to watch you fall apart. and when you do, i want you to scream my name."
that's all the permission you need.
you completely let go, you stop trying to hold back, and the orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave; your back bows off the bed, your mouth falls open in a silent scream, and then his name tears out of your throat, raw and desperate.
"toji! oh, f-fuck, toji!"
your cunt clamps down on your fingers so hard they almost get stuck, pulsing in wild rhythmic waves that have you seeing stars behind your eyelids. your whole body shakes, convulses, and you feel a gush of liquid soak your hand, your thighs, the pillow beneath your hips.
you've squirted all over yourself, all over the bed, and you're so completely lost in the aftershocks that you barely register toji standing up, crossing the room, his sweatpants discarded somewhere behind him.
"don't fucking stop," toji says again, and his voice is right in your ear now.
he's kneeling on the bed just beside you, his body heat scorching your skin.
"keep going. move your fingers. i didn't say you could stop."
you're so sensitive it hurts, and every single nerve ending raw and sparking, but you keep moving your fingers, slow and shallow, and the overstimulation is a fine line between pleasure and pain as another orgasm is already building, a horrifying, thrilling inevitability.
"that's it," toji murmurs, and his hand covers yours, pressing your fingers deeper inside yourself. "i've got you. i'm right here. give me one more. i know you have it."
he guides your hand, sets the rhythm, and you just hold on, letting him use your own fingers to fuck you. his thumb joins yours on your clit, pressing down hard, and the second orgasm hits before the first one has even finished.
this one is different — deeper, and more violent.
your vision goes white, your hearing goes muffled, and you're pretty sure you're sobbing, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body convulses. more liquid gushes out of you, soaking toji's hand, his thigh, the sheets beyond repair.
when you finally come back to yourself, you're limp and shaking, every muscle in your body turned to jelly.
toji is pulling your fingers out of you, slow and careful, and bringing them to his lips; he sucks your release off your skin, one finger at a time, his eyes never leaving yours.
"there she is," toji says softly, and there's something tender underneath all that roughness. "you did so good, baby. so fucking good for me."
he presses a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. you can feel how hard he still is, his huge cock pressing against your hip, but he doesn't push for more; he just wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, letting you shiver and shake in the aftermath.
"next time," your boyfriend m murmurs against your hair. "i'm not gonna just watch."
and the promise in toji’s voice makes you shiver for a whole different reason.
You’ve had a huuuge problem from the moment you woke up, it was choso your clingy boyfriend. His strong build rests atop of you as he snores into your neck. His warm breath behind your ear, about twenty minutes ago he mumbled a bunch of nonsense as you tried to get up from bed.
The only thing you caught was ‘stay here with me, five more minutes’ and though choso is a man of his word, it’s past twenty minutes.
“Cho,” you say attempting to lift his sleeping body from on top of you, “choooo” you drag out. “hmm, baby I want to stay here.” he murmurs. “on top of you.” he presses lots of kisses to your neck. “can you move your girls day to another date?”
You huff, “I canceled on them ONCE and now you want it to become a frequent thing—no, choo I’ve gotta get ready” he lifts his head from your neck, sleepy eyes locked onto your pleading ones. “you’re so perfect..” he murmurs.
“Can I atleast help you get ready? please?”
“I have to shower first.”
“Can I shower with you, baby?” he leans down and kisses your lips. You snort, “fine..but only shower that’s it.”
“What kind of a guy do you take me for hm?”
“A perv.”
You two make it into the shower, and fuck, Choso was just not listening today. He held you by the waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he relentlessly pounds into your soaked pussy. “f-fuck baby you feel so good.” You whine, your hot breath on his neck. “Ch-choso you’re such an asshole.”
“I told you we should only sho-“ and before you could finish your train of thought his pace picks up, leaving no mercy for you. “y/n, can I see your face?” The hot water trickles down your back as you sit up making immense eye contact with him. “what?” he smiles.
“There’s my pretty girl, we’re almost done I’ll wash you up after.”
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You tried on many different outfits but you just couldn’t find anything. “Choooo” you drag out, he immediately comes running you can hear him trip on his way. “Yes?” You snort, “I can’t find anything to wear.” You pout.
“And that’s what I’m here for.” He takes a seat on the chair by your vanity. “Cmon baby give me a fashion show.” He grabs some chips that were disregarded on a night stand. “My game could wait.”
The first few outfits already had him foaming at the mouth, “Fuck, baby I don’t want you to leave.” His fists are clenched, trying to restrain himself. You smile to yourself, “no can do.”
The moment you walked out in the fourth outfit, he moved immediately. Standing over you and gripping you by the waist. “Can I suck your pussy? I want to—“ he goes on his knees, unbuttoning the low rise shorts as you yelp. “Cho we just showered.” He shakes his head. “I don’t care, I want to taste you, your sweetness baby.”
You let out a sigh, as he pulls your panties aside. “Wanna sit on my face?” You knew you weren’t gonna be able to leave the house at all today. “fuck you cho,” you murmur as you lower your body onto his tongue.
jeez choso let your girl go out !! anyways what do you guys wanna see? Leave requests!! Luv you - Dea
