[rengoated]

hai go follow @rengoatku for a big fat kiss

[sunoji]

the only person that talks more shit than sae is his girlfriend!

“some midfielder you are. he got past you so fast i almost thought you weren’t there.”

“oh shut it", his eyes drifted off the himself on the tv screen to you snuggled under his arm, "you’re acting like if that was you, you could’ve stopped it.”

“i would’ve.”

“would not.”

“would to.”

“would not.”

“would to.”

“alright then, prove it.”

sae barely even looked away from you to grab the remote and pausing the match.

“prove it,” you mocked right back, pushing yourself off the couch with a grin.

fifteen minutes later, the two of you were out on the small field behind his apartment complex, soccer ball rolling under sae's cleat as you finished the stretch that he very much forced you to do for a little game.

and it was already ticking you off how much work you had to do for a quick game to settle an argument while he looked unfairly good doing absolutely nothing.

“ready to lose?” you asked.

his expression didn’t even twitch as he got into position, “you’re already breathing hard.”

“i hate you.”

“focus", was the last thing he said as he pushed off the ball from his foot.

sae moved like he already knew what you were going to do before you did it, which honestly he did, sliding around you multiple times so effortlessly.

“too slow,” he muttered.

“you’re literally a professional athlete.”

“excuses.”

“you’re so annoying.”

you finally managed to bump the ball away, sprinting past him with a victorious gasp.

“ha!” for exactly two seconds.

then sae caught up beside you with ease, hooked his foot around the ball, and stole it back so cleanly it was humiliating.

“oh my god—”

you reached for him out of pure bitterness, grabbing his sleeve just enough to throw him off balance.

unfortunately, it also threw you off balance.

the both of you crashed onto the grass hard, sae landing directly on top of you with an irritated grunt.

and for a moment, neither of you moved. his chest rising against yours before he pushed up just a bit to glance at your heaving form.

his teal eyes blinked down at you, completely unimpressed.

“dirty move,” he said flatly.

"says the one that did a trick on me, mr professional."

“because your defense is tragic.”

your jaw dropped. “tragic?”

“i’ve seen traffic cones apply more pressure.”

you shoved at his shoulder while laughing harder, and sae finally let out one of those quiet little huffs that barely counted as a laugh but always made you feel like you succeded.

"okay", you said cheerfully wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, "time for your reward."

sunoji ⋆☀︎

[hangenatic]

wait @valberryboos

[valberryboos]

this is so me and sae??? were meant to be????? i love u for tagging me????

[hangenatic]

i just saw this oops but ofc and u say i don't love u i just know u soooooo well we were married after all

i love u

say it BACK

[valberryboos]

...

i love u to hazel

we good now...

[hangenatic]

actually no we’re not we haven’t had make up sex yet ://

nice try

you WILL be getting fuh tnnnnnn (gunna reference)

[rengoated]

Okay but I’m the cheater right.

[lilithkleia]

can’t talk rn my mouth’s gagged with her panties >_0 !

“haaahh—fuck baby just like that—nngh…”

“god you’re just a whore satoru. it’s disgusting.” you mewled, your hand pumping his flushed cock, up and down, his thighs shaking slowly while he throbbed in your hold. it was filthy, almost pornographic, the way he was moaning while you were giving him a mere handjob.

you whisked your hand away, with gojo practically whimpering at the loss of contact, before you slowly bent over, getting rid of your pretty blue laced panties, while gojo eyed your dripping cunt like a man starved.

you turned around, moving closer to him panties in hand while he eyed you like prey.

“you finally gna ride me pretty?” you moaned, almost smug, right before you leaned over, cupping his jaw, staring him right in the face.

“nah. just getting you to shut the fuck up so i can get the job done.”

“w—wha-mmph!” you shoved the baby blue panties wet with your slick into his mouth, muffling his voice before you wrapped your pretty hands around his cock again, jerking him off, your hands moving in quick strokes while he struggled to form coherent sentences, biting down on your soaked panties while lolling his head back on his stupid chair.

his tip was flushed an angry shade of red, leaking copious amounts of precum while you moved your hand along his dick, occasionally squeezing while he whimpered and whined like the pathetic slut he was.

“mmmph—nngh pphleashh—” tears were brimming at the corners of his eyes, gods you were so mean, it just wasn’t fair. :(

he came in spurts, his cum coating your hands and his abs while he whimpered into your panties, his cock slowly softening in your grasp before you gave it a final squeeze.

you moved your hands up, finally taking the panties out of his mouth, his drool pooling around his lips—a string of saliva connecting him to your poor, stained panties.

“now, that wasn’t so hard, was it ‘toru?”

and he swore he could feel his cock slowly harden. again.

yeah im a genius yooo

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[rengoated]

It’s pulsing his name in morse code

[tokkushin]

This is what you want to crack btw (imagine it has getos face)

no i imagined it more like this @lilithkleia dont u love my drawing

i was gonna draw the dicks aswell but then i decided you'll have to pay for the nsfw version

LWK TRYPOPHOBIA WARNING !!

[rengoated]

Do not fall for the propaganda!!! Kali is advocating for spiders (ewww)

[owwllly]

gojo and his miiuse

[rengoated]

Nerdjo being obsessed with tomodachi life yes canon

[6x-x9]

ಇ.word count: 6.5k ಇ.art by: @!uuuke0_U on X

ಇ.pairing: Toji F. x Fem!Reader x Choso K.

Tying up loose ends with your ex boyfriend Toji ends up in a threesome with your new boyfriend Choso?!

ಇ.content & warnings: porn with no plot :: threesome activity :: some toji x choso action :: older toji :: sub cho :: dominant reader & toji :: oral m. rec :: p in v :: dp :: both in the v :: at the same damn time :: c-pied :: kissing ::

ಇ.author's note: i have a few more drabbles with this paring - so yes more to cum in the future!

The apartment door barely clicked shut before the air thickened, heavy with the kind of tension that made your pulse stutter and your thighs press together on instinct. 

Toji Fushiguro stood in your living room like he still owned the place, broad shoulders filling out that worn black shirt, scarred lips curled in that same cocky smirk you’d tried so hard to forget. 

Months since you’d walked out on him, and yet here he was, invited in under the flimsiest excuse after he’d spotted you and Choso at that dimly lit bar earlier tonight. Now Choso lingered just behind you, quiet as always, dark eyes flicking between the two of you with a mix of wariness and something softer, something that still made your stomach flip.

Toji didn’t waste time. His large hand caught your wrist, tugging you forward until your chest bumped his. “Missed this pretty little body,” he rumbled, voice low and mean, the way it always got when he wanted something. His other palm slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise, yanking your shirt up without asking. Choso stepped closer too, hesitant at first, but when you didn’t pull away his hands joined in, gentler but just as eager, peeling the fabric over your head until cool air kissed your bare skin.

Clothes came off in a messy rush. Toji ripped your bra down your arms with a grunt, tossing it aside like it offended him, while Choso’s fingers worked your jeans open, pushing them down your legs along with your panties in one careful tug. You were naked between them in seconds, skin prickling under their stares. 

Toji’s gaze dragged over you slow and possessive, grumpy old bastard that he was, muttering, “Still lookin’ like you were made for me, huh?” Choso said nothing, just pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his long hair brushing your cheek as his hands roamed your waist.

You sank down obediently, the carpet soft under your knees, and tilted your head up at him with a sweet little smile that made his green eyes narrow. “Choso,” you called softly, patting the spot beside you. “Come here, baby.”

They walked you backward through the hallway, Toji’s bulk guiding the way with that dominant swagger he never lost, one arm hooked around your middle while Choso followed close on your other side.

The bedroom door swung open and they pushed you inside, the backs of your knees hitting the mattress before you even realized. Toji shoved you down onto the edge of the bed, standing tall over you, already palming the thick bulge straining his pants. “On your knees, sweetheart. Been thinkin’ about that mouth wrapin’ around me all night.”

Toji’s brows shot up. “Wait, what the fuck? You ain’t callin’ him over to suck my cock or watch like some this is some goddamn show. This ain’t—”

“Shut up, Toji,” you cut in, voice calm but firm, the same tone you used when he used to push too far back when he was yours. He actually paused, jaw ticking, that grumpy scowl deepening, but he didn’t stop you. 

Choso knelt beside you without hesitation, cheeks faintly pink under the dim lamp light, his dark eyes flicking up to yours for approval. You turned to him first, cupping his face and pulling him into a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding lazy and wet while your hand drifted down to palm Toji’s cock through his unzipped pants. 

You freed him, thick and heavy and already leaking at the tip, stroking him firm and steady as you made sure Toji watched every second of the kiss— the way Choso melted into it, soft little hum vibrating against your lips.

When you finally broke the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both for a moment, you smiled at Choso and murmured, “Be a good boy for me. Suck him.”

Toji barked a laugh, rough and disbelieving. “Fuck no. You serious? He ain’t—”

You shot him a look. “I said shut up and let him.”

You watched with a satisfied little smile, still kneeling right there beside him, your hand resting on Choso’s back in quiet praise. “That’s it, good boy,” you cooed softly, voice dripping honey. “Just like that. Use your tongue more on the head, baby— he likes that.”

Choso was shy about it at first, hesitating as he leaned in, but the second his pretty mouth wrapped around the head of Toji’s cock, the older man’s hips jerked and a low, shocked groan tore from his throat. “Oh my fuck…” Toji’s hand came down to tangle in Choso’s long hair, not guiding yet, just holding on as that warm, wet heat enveloped him.

Choso’s mouth was perfect— soft lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling, lazy circles over the swollen head, lapping at the precum like he was savouring it. He took more, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed slowly, one hand braced on Toji’s thick thigh while the other came up to gently roll and tug at his heavy balls.

Toji’s head fell back for a second, a guttural curse spilling out as Choso obeyed instantly, licking broad stripes up the underside before sucking the tip back into that slick heat, eyes fluttering half-closed like he was lost in it. The contrast hit Toji hard— the way Choso moved so obediently, no backtalk, no attitude, just pure eager submission. He looked almost like a well-trained pet, kneeling there pretty and focused, long hair spilling over his shoulders while he worked Toji’s cock deeper into his throat with wet, obscene sounds.

“Fuck, ma,” Toji grunted, voice rougher now, hips twitching as he stared down at the scene. His free hand reached out to grip your chin, tilting your face up so he could see your smile. “You got him well trained like a dog. This the kinda shit you’re into now? Lettin’ your new boytoy slobber all over your ex’s dick just ‘cause you say so?”

You leaned into his touch, still smiling, eyes sparkling with that quiet triumph. “Yeah,” you said simply, voice soft and warm as you stroked Choso’s hair. “Choso listens. He’s good for me. Never argued or made everything a fight… unlike someone.”

Toji’s laugh came out breathless, a mix of annoyance and reluctant heat, his cock twitching hard between Choso’s lips as the younger man hollowed his cheeks again, taking him even deeper with a soft, muffled moan.

Choso’s tongue pressed flat against the vein running underneath, swirling and teasing, while his fingers continued their gentle massage on Toji’s balls, coaxing more precum to leak onto his tongue.

Toji’s grip tightened in Choso’s dark hair, but he didn’t force the pace— couldn’t, not when it felt this fucking good, that shy obedience wrapping around him tighter than any attitude ever had.

Choso hummed in response, the vibration making Toji hiss through his teeth, green eyes narrowing down at you with that familiar mean edge softened by raw pleasure. “You’re enjoyin’ this way too much, brat,” he muttered, but there was no real bite left in it— not when his cock was buried in that perfect, warm mouth and you were watching him unravel with that knowing little smile.

You stayed right there, naked and kneeling between them, one hand on Choso’s thigh for balance and the other occasionally reaching up to trace Toji’s abs, feeling the way his muscles jumped under your touch.

The bedroom filled with the wet sounds of Choso’s mouth, Toji’s low grunts, and your quiet praises whispered like secrets. “Good boy, Choso… swallow around him, just like that. See how much he likes it when you’re sweet for him?”

Toji’s hips twitched again, thicker veins pulsing against Choso’s tongue as the younger man kept working him slow and deep, cheeks hollowed, lashes fluttering like he was lost in the taste.

That wet heat dragged along every inch, tongue pressing flat and swirling lazy circles around the swollen head before sliding back down until the tip nudged the back of Choso’s throat. 

Choso didn’t gag, didn’t pull away— just swallowed around him with a soft, obedient little sound that had Toji’s abs tightening, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

The older man’s hand stayed tangled in all that dark hair, fingers flexing like he wanted to fist it tight and fuck into that pretty mouth until tears spilled down Choso’s cheeks, but he held back, jaw clenched, breathing rough through his nose. Grumpy, cocky bastard that he was, even he could feel how perfectly Choso was sucking him off, all shy devotion and slick warmth that made his balls draw up tighter with every pass.

You stayed kneeling right beside them, naked skin flushed warm, smiling that soft, satisfied smile while your hand rested on Choso’s thigh, thumb stroking gentle circles of praise. The sight of Toji trying so hard to keep control, hips barely rocking forward instead of slamming deep, sent a sweet thrill curling low in your belly.

Choso’s mouth made the filthiest sounds— wet slurps and quiet gulps, saliva already dripping down his chin and coating Toji’s heavy length in shiny streaks.

He pulled out of Choso’s mouth with a wet pop, the thick head glistening, strings of saliva and precum webbing between Choso’s swollen lips and Toji’s cock like glistening threads that stretched and broke as he moved. Choso stayed kneeling there, breathing hard, lips shiny and parted, a faint blush high on his cheeks as he looked at you both with those dark, obedient eyes.

Toji’s gaze finally snapped to you, green eyes dark and hungry, his free hand shot out fast, fingers threading rough through your hair and yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look up at him.

The pull stung just enough to make you gasp, lips parting on a soft breath. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he growled, voice gravel-rough and mean. “You’re smilin’ like you won somethin’. Wet those pretty lips for me.”

You swallowed once, throat bobbing, and Toji’s smirk sharpened, cock twitching in the cool air. “Come on, you little brat,” he said, low and taunting, tugging your hair again to tilt your face exactly where he wanted it. “Put that evil little mouth to work. Been watchin’ you direct your pet like a fuckin’ conductor— now show me what that smart mouth can really do.”

Your smile never faded, only curved wider as you leaned in, tongue darting out to trace the messy trail of spit and precum still clinging to him. Choso watched quietly from beside you, one hand resting lightly on your knee like he was waiting for whatever you’d tell him next. Toji’s grip in your hair stayed firm, guiding you closer until your lips brushed the slick head, the salty taste blooming across your tongue as you opened for him.

The bedroom air felt thicker now, heavy with the scent of skin and want, the three of you tangled in that messy heat where Toji’s grumpy dominance clashed against Choso’s sweet obedience and your quiet control. You took him in slow at first, lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling just like you’d told Choso to do, while Toji’s low groan filled the room and his fingers tightened in your hair, hips finally giving one shallow thrust forward. 

A low sound slipped from your throat as Toji pulled free and slapped his thick, spit-slick cock against your parted lips, the heavy weight of it landing wet and deliberate, smearing more of that messy mix of precum and Choso’s saliva across your mouth.

He did it again, harder this time, the wet smack echoing soft in the quiet bedroom while his scarred lips pulled into that mean, cocky grin. “That’s it, open wider, brat. Gonna fuck this throat pretty tonight— been thinkin’ about shuttin’ you up like this for months.”

Choso stayed knelt right beside you the whole time, dark eyes wide and fixed on the way your mouth worked Toji’s cock, the wet gluck-gluck sounds filling the room as spit dribbled down your chin and onto your bare tits. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched with that shy heat blooming across his cheeks, his own cock hard and untouched between his thighs.

He despised you, or at least that’s what the rough grip in your hair said, the way his fingers twisted tighter like he wanted to punish you for walking out, for replacing him with someone so sweetly obedient. But underneath the grumpy scowl and the low growl in his chest, Toji knew you could take it. You always had. His hips rolled forward slow at first, feeding you inch after thick inch until the head nudged the back of your throat and your eyes watered just a little.

You swallowed around him anyway, lips stretched wide, tongue pressing flat along the underside as he started to thrust deeper, setting a steady, punishing rhythm that made your throat bulge faintly with every push.

Toji noticed. Of course he did. Without missing a single thrust into your throat, he reached down with his free hand and caught Choso under the chin, tilting that pretty face up towards him. “C’mere, pet,” he rumbled, voice rough but almost amused. “Give me a kiss while your girl chokes on me.”

You tried to pull back just enough to say something, a soft protest bubbling up around his cock, but Toji yanked your head forward again, burying himself deeper until your nose pressed against his pelvis and your words dissolved into a muffled gag. “Shut up and keep suckin’,” he snapped down at you, green eyes flashing with that familiar mean edge. “And watch. Eyes open, sweetheart. Don’t you dare look away.”

Choso hesitated for half a second, shy as always, but when Toji’s thumb brushed his bottom lip he leaned in obediently. Toji grabbed him harder then, fingers sliding into that long dark hair as he crushed their mouths together in a deep, filthy kiss. It wasn’t soft.

It was all tongue and teeth and dominance, Toji’s jaw working as he licked into Choso’s mouth like he owned it, swallowing the soft, surprised whimper that spilled from the younger man. Choso melted almost instantly, shoulders slumping, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed back with that quiet eagerness he always gave you— hands coming up to rest lightly on Toji’s broad chest, body leaning closer like he couldn’t help it.

You watched every second of it, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the relentless pace Toji set in your throat, but the sight burned hotter than anything.

Choso’s lashes trembling against his cheeks, a faint moan vibrating between their locked lips as Toji kissed him harder, tongue stroking deep and possessive while his hips kept snapping forward into your mouth.

Spit trailed from the corner of Choso’s lips, his cheeks flushed darker, and when Toji finally pulled back just enough for them to breathe, a thin string of saliva still connected them for a moment before breaking.

Toji’s green eyes flicked between the two of you, that mean smirk deepening as he kept his hips rolling slow and deep into your throat. “She has you so fuckin’ obedient, huh?” he rumbled, voice thick with gravel and heat. “Bet you never fucked her throat like this. She’s a little brat, don’t let her fool ya. Acts all sweet and in control, but look at her— mouth stuffed full and still smilin’ around my cock.”

Toji’s laugh came out low and breathless, thumb swiping over Choso’s swollen bottom lip as he looked down at you. “Fuck, look at him. So damn well-trained. One kiss and he’s already drippin’ for it.” His cock twitched hard against your tongue, the praise mixed with that grumpy taunt making your stomach twist in the best way.

You kept sucking through it all, hollowing your cheeks, swallowing around every thick thrust while your eyes stayed locked on the way Choso stayed pliant and open, lips parted and shiny, waiting for whatever came next.

You tried to pull back just enough to say something, a soft protest bubbling up, but Toji didn’t let you. He fucked forward harder instead, burying himself to the hilt until your nose pressed flush against his pelvis and your throat convulsed around him. “See?” he growled, holding you there, eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction. “She doesn’t even fuckin’ gag anymore. Loves this shit. Been cravin’ it since she left my sorry ass, I bet.”

Toji stepped back, cock heavy and slick between his thighs, and dropped onto the bed with a grunt, sprawling out on his back like he owned the damn mattress. His muscles flexing under scarred skin as he stroked himself once, slow and lazy, green eyes locked on you with that cocky, grumpy command. “Get your ass up here, sweetheart. You're gonna take all of this cock. Now.”

The stretch burned so good, spit dripping down your chin in messy rivulets as you breathed hard through your nose, tears clinging to your lashes. Toji kept you pinned like that for a long moment, savouring the tight heat, before he finally pulled out with a wet, obscene pop.

Thick strings of saliva and precum connected your swollen lips to his glistening cock before they broke, and you gasped for air, chest heaving, throat raw and tingling.

You were still catching your breath, lips shiny and parted, but you moved anyway, crawling up the bed on shaky knees. Choso was right there, gentle hands sliding under your arms to help you up, supporting your weight with that quiet care he always gave you. His touch was soft against your flushed skin, thumb brushing your side like a silent promise as he guided you over Toji’s lap.

As you crawled forward, knees bracketing Toji’s thick thighs, hovering just above his heavy, leaking cock, Toji’s gaze shifted to Choso. “Come on, don’t just stand there like a lost puppy,” he said, voice low and rough, one hand reaching out to pat the bed beside him. “You don’t mind fuckin’ her pussy right? While she’s sittin’ on me, fuckin’ get over here.”

Choso’s cheeks flushed darker, shy with hesitation flickering across his face for half a second, but he obeyed like always, climbing onto the bed without a word. You felt the mattress dip under his weight as he settled close, one hand resting on your lower back, warm and steady. Toji’s palms gripped your hips hard, fingers digging in with that possessive meanness as he yanked you down just enough for the blunt head of his cock to nudge against your dripping entrance, teasing, waiting.

“Fuck, still so goddamn tight,” he muttered, voice rough and mean, green eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you. “Missed this greedy little pussy. Swallowing me like it never forgot who it belongs to.”

Toji didn’t wait long. With a low, grumpy grunt he bucked his hips up, thick cock pressing into your cunt in one slow, relentless push. The stretch was brutal and perfect, that fat length splitting you open until your walls fluttered tight around every veined inch. You sank all the way down until your ass met his pelvis, a broken moan spilling from your raw throat as he bottomed out deep inside you.

Toji’s scarred hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you there, grinding you down harder so you felt every thick inch pulsing against your sensitive walls.

You rocked your hips experimentally, a soft gasp escaping as the head of his cock nudged that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Choso stayed right behind you, quiet and watchful, his warm palm sliding up your spine in gentle strokes while his other hand rested lightly on your hip. His dark eyes were fixed on where you and Toji were joined, lips still swollen from that shared kiss earlier, a faint flush creeping down his neck.

Toji noticed the way Choso hovered, all shy obedience and quiet heat. His smirk sharpened, one hand leaving your hip to reach over and tug Choso closer by the back of his neck. “Don’t just sit there starin’, pet. Get in her. You heard me earlier— you’re fuckin’ her pussy too.”

Choso’s breath hitched, shy as always, but he moved without argument, shifting until he was kneeling behind you on the bed. His long hair brushed your bare back as he leaned in, chest pressing warm against you, cock hard and leaking as it nestled against the curve of your ass.

Toji kept you pinned down on his thick length, hips giving lazy little rolls that made you whimper, while Choso’s hands settled on your waist, gentle and careful like he was afraid to break you.

The pressure was overwhelming— two thick cocks pressing against your entrance at once, Choso’s shy hesitation making him pause until you reached back and squeezed his thigh in encouragement.

You felt Choso’s fingers first, tentative as they slid between your spread thighs, brushing where Toji’s cock was already stretching you wide.

He traced the slick stretch of your cunt with soft fingertips, collecting the mess of your arousal before wrapping his hand around his own cock, guiding the head to nudge right beside Toji’s. 

Toji laughed under his breath, that low, cocky sound. “That’s it. Push in slow, kid. She can take it. Little brat’s already drippin’ down my balls thinkin’ about both of us stretchin’ her.”

Choso obeyed, pressing forward with a soft, shaky exhale. The blunt head of his cock slipped in alongside Toji’s, the burn intense and delicious as your walls stretched even wider to take them both. Inch by inch he sank deeper, his cock sliding against Toji’s inside your tight heat, the friction making both men groan low and heavy.

You cried out, head falling back against Choso’s shoulder, body trembling between them as they filled you completely— Toji’s girthy thickness and Choso’s warm length buried deep together.

“Fuck… so tight,” Toji grunted, voice strained with pleasure, hips rolling up again in a deeper thrust that made you see stars. “Look at her, takin’ us both like she was made for it. You feel that, pet? How she’s squeezin’ around us?”

Toji’s hands gripped your hips harder, holding you still while he gave one experimental thrust up, making both cocks shift inside you and drag against every sensitive spot.

Choso stayed mostly still at first, arms wrapped around your middle, face buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed hot against your skin, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness.

Choso nodded against your neck, a soft whimper escaping him as he started to move too— slow, careful rolls of his hips that matched Toji’s rhythm, their cocks sliding together inside your slick cunt.

The wet, filthy sounds of skin against skin and the slick drag of two thick lengths stretching you open filled the bedroom, your moans mixing with their low grunts as they fucked you together.

Toji’s large, rough hands slid up from your hips, palms rough and calloused as they cupped your tits, squeezing the soft flesh with that familiar possessive grip. He pinched your nipples between his thick fingers, rolling them until they pebbled hard under his touch, a mean little smirk tugging at his scarred lips when you arched into it with a broken cry. “These pretty tits always did look best when they’re bouncin’ for me,” he growled, voice low and pleased, green eyes dark with heat as he lifted his head from the pillow just enough to latch his mouth onto one swollen nipple.

He sucked hard, tongue swirling hot and wet around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt between them. The wet pull of his mouth sent sparks straight down to where both cocks were buried deep inside your stretched pussy, your walls fluttering tight around the overwhelming fullness.

Choso kept fucking you from behind with those gentle, obedient thrusts, his cock sliding slick alongside Toji’s, every slow drag pressing them both against that perfect spot inside you that made your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

“Look at you,” Toji muttered against your skin, lips brushing your nipple as he spoke, voice muffled and rough. “Takin’ two cocks like a good girl. Your pussy’s so fuckin’ greedy, squeezin’ us both so tight. Bet you missed this, huh? Missed gettin’ split open by somethin’ real after playin’ house with your obedient puppy.”

Toji switched to your other tit, sucking it into the heat of his mouth with a low, satisfied hum, his free hand still kneading the first one, thumb flicking over the spit-slick nipple he’d just released. He loved having you like this— caught between them, body trembling and moaning, that quiet control of yours fraying at the edges while two fat cocks stretched your pretty little cunt wide open.

Toji’s hips snapped up harder, driving his thick length deeper with every thrust, the lewd squelch of your arousal coating both of them growing louder as he fucked up into you with that cocky, relentless rhythm.

You moaned louder, head falling back against Choso’s shoulder, body rocking between their thrusts as the pleasure built heavy and overwhelming. 

Choso’s arms stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you steady while he fucked into you with that same shy care, his breath hot and ragged against your neck, soft whimpers spilling from him every time your walls clenched around their joined lengths. 

Toji kept sucking on your tits, alternating between them with wet, obscene sounds, biting down gently before soothing the sting with his tongue, his free hand sliding down to rub rough circles over your swollen clit.

The stretch was so much— both fat cocks dragging together inside your slick heat, Toji’s dominance pinning you from below and Choso supporting you from behind, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. 

Toji pulled off your nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny with spit, and grinned up at you with a cocky smirk. “That’s it, moan for us, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you love bein’ stuffed full. Choso’s bein’ so good for you, fuckin’ this pussy nice and deep just like I told him to. But me? I’m gonna make sure you feel every inch tomorrow.”

He thrust up harder, grinding his cock against Choso’s inside you, the friction making stars burst behind your eyes as your moans turned into desperate little cries. 

Choso pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, murmuring your name quietly, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm while Toji’s rough hands and hungry mouth worked your tits until they ached with pleasure. 

You were lost between them, body trembling and slick with sweat, pussy clenching tight around the two thick lengths stretching you so perfectly, the heat building slow and relentless as Toji teased you with every filthy word and every deep, claiming thrust.

Toji loved every second of it— the way you fell apart so beautifully, the way Choso stayed so sweet even while buried deep inside the same cunt, the way your quiet little smile had turned into open-mouthed moans that filled the room. 

He kept sucking and biting at your tits, fingers rolling your nipples, hips snapping up to meet Choso’s thrusts until the three of you moved in one messy, heated rhythm, the night stretching long and filthy with the sounds of skin slapping, wet squelches, and your broken cries echoing between the walls.

A broken little sound tore from your throat as both thick cocks dragged together inside your stretched pussy, the relentless push and pull making your walls flutter and clench around the overwhelming fullness. 

Toji’s hips snapped up harder from below, driving his fat length deeper with every thrust while Choso kept that steady rhythm from behind, their cocks sliding slick and hot against each other in the tight heat of your cunt. The wet, filthy squelch filled the room, your arousal dripping down their shafts and coating their balls as they fucked you open so good.

Toji’s mouth was still latched onto your tit, sucking hard enough to leave marks before he pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen as he grinned up at you with that mean, cocky smirk. 

His rough hand slid up to cup your jaw, forcing your head down so you had no choice but to meet his dark green eyes while he kept pounding up into you. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he growled, voice low and gravel-rough, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Admit it. Tell me what you are. A little brat who wants these cocks stretchin’ your greedy cunt. Say it.”

You tried to bite back the words, a soft whimper escaping instead as another deep thrust from both of them made your eyes roll back, but Toji wasn’t having it. He pinched your nipple hard, twisting just enough to make you cry out, his other hand gripping your hip tighter to hold you down on their joined lengths. “Don’t play shy now. You’re drippin’ all over us, pussy clenchin’ like it’s beggin’ for more. Tell me you want our cocks. Tell me you want our cum fillin’ this sloppy little hole.”

Choso stayed quiet behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, his breath hot and shaky against your neck as he fucked into you with those gentle rolls of his hips, letting Toji take the lead like always. His cock throbbed alongside Toji’s, the friction delicious and overwhelming, every slow drag pressing right against that spot that made sparks shoot up your spine. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, shy and sweet, but didn’t stop moving, loving even in the middle of all this heat.

The stretch was so good it hurt, both fat cocks splitting your cunt wide open, dragging against every sensitive inch until you felt impossibly full, impossibly owned. Your tits bounced with every thrust, still slick from Toji’s mouth, nipples aching from his teeth and fingers. Toji’s hand slid down between your bodies, rough fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, mean circles that had your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“Say it,” Toji demanded again, voice dropping lower, hips slamming up harder so the head of his cock bullied that perfect spot inside you while Choso’s length rubbed right alongside it. “You’re my little brat— our little brat. You want these cocks stretchin’ you good. You want us to fill your pussy with cum until it’s leakin’ out for days. Admit it, brat. Loud and clear.”

Your moans turned into desperate little cries, body trembling between them as the pleasure built hotter and heavier, walls squeezing tight around both thick shafts. Toji’s smirk widened, that cockiness flashing in his eyes as he felt you clench harder, knowing he was winning. Choso whimpered softly against your skin, his thrusts growing a little deeper, a little faster, following every cue you’d ever given him because he always listened, always gave you exactly what you needed.

You finally broke, voice wrecked and breathy as the words spilled out between moans. “I’m… I’m a-a brat… I want your cocks… both of you stretching my cunt so good… I want your cum… please…”

Toji laughed low and rough, satisfaction dripping from every syllable as he thrust up harder, grinding their cocks together inside your fluttering pussy. “That’s my girl. Keep sayin’ it while we fuck you full. Gonna fill this greedy hole until you’re drippin’ with both of us.”

The bedroom echoed with the wet slap of skin, your broken admissions, and the low grunts from both men as they kept fucking you together— Toji and Choso turning your body into a trembling, moaning mess caught right between them, the stretch so perfect and filthy that all you could do was take it and beg for more.

Together they fucked you deeper and harder, hips snapping in a messy, unrelenting rhythm that had both thick cocks driving into your stretched cunt at once. Toji thrusting up slamming his fat length as deep as it would go while Choso followed from behind with those steady rolls that somehow made everything feel even fuller, your arousal coating their shafts and dripping down to soak the sheets beneath you as they stretched your pussy so wide it ached in the best way.

You could feel the bulge in your tummy every time they bottomed out together, the outline of their cocks pressing visibly against your lower belly, shifting and dragging with every thrust. Toji’s rough hand slid down to press against that spot, palm flat and heavy as he growled against your tit, “Fuck, feel that? That’s us, sweetheart. Both cocks bulgin’ out your pretty tummy like you were made to take this.”

Choso whimpered softly against your neck, his hips stuttering as your clenching cunt squeezed him so perfectly. “Ah—fuck… you’re squeezin’ so tight,” he breathed, voice shy and wrecked, and then he was cumming too, thick ropes of warm cum spilling deep inside you in pulsing spurts. He kept thrusting through it, slow and careful even as he filled you, his cock throbbing alongside Toji’s while he painted your walls white, the added heat and slickness making the stretch feel even messier, even better.

The pressure built fast and overwhelming, your walls fluttering tighter and tighter around them until you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you clenched down violently around both cocks, milking them with rhythmic, desperate pulses.

Your whole body shook between them, thighs trembling, back arching as wave after wave rolled through you, pussy gushing slick and hot around their joined lengths while the bulge in your tummy twitched and tightened with every spasm.

Toji groaned low and rough at the feeling, his scarred hands gripping your hips bruisingly tight as he fucked up into the slick, cum-filled heat of your pussy. “That’s it, milk us, you little brat,” he grunted, green eyes dark with raw pleasure as he watched your face contort in bliss. “Clenchin’ so good around both of us— fuck, take it all.”

He didn’t last much longer after that. With a deep, guttural growl he slammed up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed hard and started to cum, thick, heavy spurts of cum flooding your already full cunt right alongside Choso’s. The warmth spread deep inside you, both loads mixing together in messy, overflowing pulses that leaked out around their cocks with every shallow grind of their hips, dripping down your thighs and soaking their balls.

They stayed buried inside you even as they came down, chests heaving, bodies pressed tight around yours in a sweaty, trembling tangle. Toji’s hand stayed pressed to the bulge in your tummy, feeling the way it softened just a little with every twitch of your walls, while Choso nuzzled softly into the crook of your neck, pressing lazy kisses to your damp skin and murmuring quiet praises against you.

The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, the three of you locked together in that filthy, heated aftermath— your pussy still clenching weakly around their spent cocks, cum slowly leaking out in warm rivulets, Toji’s mean little smirk still playing on his lips even as his breathing evened out, and Choso’s gentle hold never loosening because he always stayed right where you wanted him.

They stayed buried deep for a long, lazy moment, cocks still twitching inside your fluttering cunt as the last weak spurts of cum leaked from them both. Then, slowly, Toji gave a low grunt and started to pull out first, his thick length dragging against Choso’s as he eased free with a wet, obscene sound. 

Choso followed right after, gentler, his cock sliding out inch by inch until both heavy shafts slipped from your stretched hole completely. A thick rush of their mixed cum immediately dripped out of you, warm and pearly white, sliding down your thighs in slow, messy rivulets and pooling on the sheets beneath your trembling body.

You collapsed forward onto Toji’s broad chest with a soft, exhausted sigh, cheek pressing against the hard muscle slick with sweat. His skin was warm, scarred, rising and falling with heavy breaths as one of his large arms wrapped around your back, holding you there like he still had every right to. Choso stayed close behind you, his gentle hands smoothing over your hips and lower back, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder blade while his long hair tickled your skin.

Toji’s free hand slid down between your legs without warning, two thick fingers pushing back into your ruined pussy. The stretch was easy now, your walls loose and slick from taking both of them, and he scooped up the warm mixture of their cum that was still leaking out. With a lazy, filthy motion he fingered it all back inside you, slow and deliberate, pushing every drop deeper while his palm pressed firm against your swollen clit. The wet squelch of his fingers working their combined loads back into your cunt filled the quiet room, obscene and intimate all at once.

“Look at that,” Toji muttered, voice low and rough, smirk tugging at his scarred lips as he watched his fingers disappear inside you again and again. “Such a messy girl. Can’t even keep our cum inside this greedy pussy without help. Need to push it all back in where it belongs… bet you love feelin’ us drippin’ out of you, don’t you?”

You whimpered softly against his chest, hips twitching weakly as his thick fingers curled and stroked, making sure every thick rope of their release stayed buried deep. Choso’s hand joined Toji’s for a moment, tentative fingers brushing alongside as he helped press the cum back inside you, his touch so much gentler but just as eager to keep you full. The feeling of both their hands between your legs, fingers sliding through the slick mess they’d made, had fresh heat curling low in your belly even though your body felt spent and boneless.

Toji kept fingering their cum back into you, lazily, occasionally pulling his fingers out just enough to watch more of it drip before pushing it right back in with a low chuckle. “There we go… nice and full again. Gonna keep you leakin’ our loads all night, sweetheart. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Both of us markin’ up this tight little cunt.”

Choso stayed pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist now, murmuring quiet, sweet words against your skin while Toji’s fingers continued their slow, filthy work. You lay there between them, cheek on Toji’s warm chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart as the cum slowly settled deep inside you, warm and heavy, a constant reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed you tonight.

The bedroom felt heavy and quiet now, bodies tangled and slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Toji’s fingers eventually slowed but didn’t leave you completely, still lazily stroking through the mess as if he couldn’t quite stop touching what was his again, even for a little while. 

Choso’s gentle hold never loosened, his breath warm against your neck, and you smiled softly against Toji’s skin, that quiet little smile that said you were exactly where you wanted to be— caught between your mean ex and your sweet boy, full of both of them, leaking and claimed and perfectly satisfied.

[rengoated]

Forgot to reblog this peak because I fell asleep after from how much it stimulated my brain LMAO

[kamislop]

In honor of this getting animated...

18+, MDNI!!!

Gris Rubion is a gentle lover. Especially when his girlfriend is usually so shy and reserved, he's more than happy with just going at your pace and tend to your needs as best as he can. Until one night you have a drink too many during a party at Cleaners HQ and he's face to face with a totally different side of you— bolder, definitely hornier, whispering softly in his ear "please, don't hold back."

And suddenly you're face down, ass up, Gris' hips colliding into yours with a speed and vigor you had never seen from him, though perfectly fitting for his build. One of his large hands is splayed over the small of your back for leverage, while his other is wrapped firmly around the headboard. The chatter from the common room is enough to cover the sound of the bed creaking under the sheer force of his thrusts, and he allows himself to be louder than usual.

You, on the other hand, are losing your mind. Drool drips from the corner of your mouth and onto the pillow your face is shoved in, no articulate sound coming from you apart from the slurred cry of his name in-between harsh slaps of skin against skin. "Nghh— mhf!" are the sounds he mostly hears, along with loud, whorish moans he wasn't aware you could produce whenever his cock would hit that soft little spot inside of you.

"I - hah - never thought you liked it this - fuck! - this rough, b-baby..." Gris breathes out, his chest and carved abs slick with a sheen of sweat. It was his first time going all-out on you, after all. "But you take it so. Fucking. Good." Each final word was punctuated with a sharp thrust, followed by the sweetest whimpers falling from your lips.

So what if he ends up cracking the headboard from gripping it too hard? It was just a small accident! Of course, he'd rather get devoured by a trash beast than explain it to Semiu or accidentally being heard by Enjin, but it's definitely worth seeing your blissed, fucked out expression, flushed with afterglow, and full of his cum. It's just a matter of learning to manage his strength with you!

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[lxnarphase]

hi lunnie! dropping in to ask a very important question ^.^ how do you think enjin deals with bratting?

mm very very important question indeed, i had to sit with this one a longer while because genuinely...it's something that needs to be discussed. bear with me!! my writing is a bit rusty

✦ cw... bratty!reader, fem!reader, modern au, gris + bro + corvus mention, mean enjin, spanking, teasing, fingering, voyeurism (the others r totally listening), exhibitionism, slight pregnancy kink(??) idk bro thinks you'd look hot knocked up, gris is actually a huge pervert, not beta read pardon the grammar and misspellings love u !!

you're trouble. nothing, nothing but trouble.

dangerous, even.

you're smart, one of the smartest. prettiest, too, if you ask enjin.

but that damn mouth always, always gets you into trouble, and when you get into trouble, you end up just like this.

"shhh, doll, what'd i tell you? now's not the time for mouthin' off, honey," enjin hums, clicking his tongue when he felt you writhing across his lap. he acts like you can help it, like you can keep still when your ass is tingly with the stinging aftermath of being spanked by his stupid hands.

did you mention they were stupid? cus they are.

"y-y're sho fucking mean, jin," comes a pathetic little hiccup, teeth bitting down onto the fingers pressing down against your tongue. he was trying to help keep you quiet, knowing you'd be mortified if the other three heard you.

but enjin knows they're well aware of what's happening in your shared apartment's bedroom. all because you decided to be a tease while he was trying to play cards with gris, corvus, and bro on the one night they were all free at the same time.

"enjin, you're doing awful."

"i know babe."

"what happened to you being the best, hm? you're embarrassing me, baby."

"well, when i've got you hanging over my shoulder with your tits smooshed against my face, it gets hard to focus, y'know? 'm tryna bond with my guys."

"well, maybe you should be bonding with your girls..."

and who is he to ever deny you something—

"...'cause at least your good at that instead of this game."

--is what he thought before you decided to get smart. without hesitation, he threw his cards down and tossed you right over his shoulder with a firm slap to your ass, carrying you to the bedroom.

"i'll be right back, gotta deal with this one real quick."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"focus, baby, we're not done yet."

you're jolted back with a whine, his hand rubbing up and down your back, gentle on your cheek he just landed three spanks on. it's unfair how wet you get from this, the mixture of pain and pleasure making an addicting cocktail that makes your thoughts drip out of your pussy.

enjin knows, he always does, he knows this is the easiest way to get you dumb and brainless for him...and he absolutely loves it. he swipes a long, broad, wet stroke from the oozing entrance of your slit all the way down to your clit, puffy and swollen, just begging for attention.

the sound was immediate a wet, sloppy shlick as the pads of his fingers start rubbing little circles into the sensitive nub.

"ohh, sweet girl, look at you...my poor baby's leaking all over the place, just from my hand on her ass," he coos, savoring that pathethic mewl of his name that comes from around the fingers in your mouth.

you're so fucking wet that you're embarrassed, head dropping low as you flush from being able to hear the wet, sticky noises of him just circling patterns into your clit with his fingers, shlick, shlick, shlick, god, is he writing his name against your clit?

"aww, ain't that cute? wish the boys could see how pretty you look right now."

with a simple hum, his middle and index finger push deep into the tight, wet cavern of your pussy, groaning at the way you practically suck him and pulse at the thought of being watched by his best friends.

"mm, yeah? y'like that idea? thinking about those three out there, tryna keep themselves in their pants while hearing your shitty attempts at bein' quiet? they can hear you, 'm sure of it. you suck at being quiet, baby, they're probably listening for your next noise...go ahead, don't be shy. give them something pretty to listen to."

as if to prove himself, he curls his fingers juuust right, and pretty wail escapes you immediately followed by a loud, wet squelch from your poor cunt.

they most definitely heard that one.

he just chuckles, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to press down on your lower back to keep you from moving too much as he increases the pace, stretching the tight walls of your pretty cunt with a blunt, authoritative force as it practically milked his fingers.

"you always thought corvus was pretty, right? remember when i made you cum while i was on the phone with him? or the time gris walked in on us but you just kept bouncing on my cock when he was standing there in shock? shiiit, and i'll never forget—"

"j-jin, no, d-doooon't—"

"—when bro was gushing about how great of a babysitter you were to dear, that you'd make a wonderful mama one day? and let it slip out you'd have a pretty glow all round and cute?"

"j-jin, fuck, ssshut up, 'm—"

"maybe i should let em all listen to me make the smartest girl around an dumb fucking mess on my cock while i knock her up with my baby...and maybe they can come in and help clean up the mess."

you hated, hated cumming while super embarrassed, and he fucking knew that, because it always meant—

"ffuck, baby, you squirtin' for me? tha's it, keep cumming, make a mess all over my fucking pants s' i can go back out there just like this for them to see while we play that stupid fucking card game."

—you'd end up making a mess for him to brag about.

“m-mmh, e-enjinnn,” you plead, trying not to thrash because he just won't stop fucking you with his fingers.

you can hear him coo something about loving how you make his tattoos look so much prettier when your creaming on them, but you can't focus, hips bucking up instinctively to push back against his hand to prolong your orgasm. he can feel your soft gummy walls seize and pulse violently around his fingers, a series of frantic, delicious spasms that accompany the wetness that splashed all over him.

when the final, lingering tremors finally, finally ebb away, leaving you limp and breathless against his jean-clad thighs, enjin decides to be merciful and pulls his fingers out with a wet pop.

if you were able to look up at him, you'd see his face; a deep pink, his eyes hooded and glazed with pure satisfaction...and that dumb, stupid smirk plastered on his face.

his hand that rested on your back moves up, massaging your scalp as you came down from your high. and of course, enjin feels a huge ego boost, seeing you fucked out from just some fingers and a bit of spanking, your limbs heavy and trembling, puffy pussy still weeping and glistening in the dim light of the bedroom.

"pretty thing..." he purrs, clearly pleased with himself. he pulls you up into his lap, peppering your face in kissed with obnoxious 'muah's until you start to whine, biting at his cheek for him to stop.

"you're so embarrassing," you huff, leaning into him. "it makes me sick."

he doesn't miss a beat before correcting you, "makes you squirt is what you mean."

you want to knock him out cold.

"i know you do, dolly, it's okay, it's kinda hot."

you just pout, moving to bite him again before he stops you with a kiss, humming when he feels you melt against him. he loves how weak you are for him, it makes him fawn over you ever single time.

"you okay, though, baby? i didn't over do it," he asks, his tone softening, the teasing tone momentarily replaced by a genuine, heavy warmth. he leans forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your temple before leaning his forehead against your own. "that was a long fucking orgasm...you gonna be okay if i leave for a bit to still hang with them? i'll tell them to get out if you need me right now."

you just hum, rolling off him and plopping onto the bed. "go play with your boyfriends, my butt needs a rest from your stupid hands. you don't even realize how heavy handed you are."

that dumb grin is on his face, you can sense it.

"well, i gotta have bit hands to make sure i can slap as much cheek as possible."

"jesus, enjin, go! let me rest, my butt and pussy need a little break before you start being mean again!"

with a loud cackle, he helps you get comfortable on the bed before pressing a gross, wet kiss on your cheek. "won't be long, don't have you distracting me so now i can kick their ass. don't get too excited waiting for me, or i might not come back alone...just remember, i can hear when you start touching yourself," he teases, nipping your ear as you whine, hating that he knows you'll probably just make yourself horny again thinking about how the others will see your slick and squirt stains all over his sweatpants.

"you're so annoying."

"i love you too, angel."

when he steps back out into the living room, it's obvious they all heard you. each one of them is flushed in the face and corvus is clearly trying his hardest not to choke out gris who has a huge grin on his face, while poor bro is on the verge of fainting.

"enjin, my buddy," corvus starts, strained smile on his face. it falters when he gets a look at his sweatpants and it takes a couple of tries before he can find his train of thought again.

"p...please get your friend before he ends up through your coffee table."

bro just groans into his hands, shaking his head.

"i didn't even do anything! i'm just repeating what i heard back to them, is that a crime," gris chimes in, voice eerily innocent in a way that shows he's way too good at hiding his mischievous intentions.

enjin just shrugs, plopping back down and swiping up his cards that haven't moved since he left. "whatever you guys got up to is none of my business...however, after dealing with dolly and getting her all soft for me, i've got a new prize idea that's ten times better than $200..."

at that, they all lean in, curious to what this new 'prize' is...and they all know it pertains to you.

"whoever beats me gets to take a pair of her panties home t'night...and i'll make sure to make her cum in them before i hand 'em over. who's in?"

"..."

"..."

"...start the damn game," bro grumbles, absolutely ashamed but clearly determined as he throws his old cards in. enjin just grins as corvus takes everyone's cards and begins shuffling the deck again while gris elbows bro, praising him for 'finally letting the truth come out.'

he just hopes you don't mind letting those pretty yellow panties with the metal bow on the front go for a little bit...but he knows all three of 'em will take great care of them for you.

[rengoated]

WOAHHHH

[rengoated]

I had a photo like this of me and my ex

And now I’m mad because he was high key fine like I’m not trying to glaze I don’t even miss him I was actually happy when we broke up ngl because it was EXHAUSTING being with him but he had biceps and back muscles and was low-key rich and I kind of miss those perks

[hinamie]

at the club w my non-alcoholic sparkling beverage throwing off the white balance of the group shot ✌︎('ω')✌︎

[revolvingsaturn]

𝜗𝜚 you’re obsessed with Suguru’s… arch?

more like this

You really tried not to notice at first, the way your boyfriend’s back would move whenever he did something. And not in the typical way, either; whenever Geto leans over your lap to grab his tea or lies on his stomach, you can’t help but stare.

Not at his flexing back muscles- although, they are lovely- but at a more… unconventional part of your boyfriend.

His arch.

You thought you were imagining it at first, the slight dip in his spine when he reached over the counter for his drink as you stirred the soup. But it was undeniable the longer he stayed there- that smooth, subtle curve of his back; you wanted to pin him there and admire it, the way you knew his muscles would flex the longer you kept him there.

Suddenly, you understand why he’s so obsessed with your own arch, always shoving between your shoulder blades and moaning obscenely when your spine curves down.

You grin evilly to yourself and put your plan in motion.

It starts simply, you pretending to leave your mug at the wrong end of the couch so Geto can lean over. “Hey, Sugu?”

“Mhm, pretty?”

“Can you just reach over and pass me that mug? I’m too comfy to move.” He laughs and does so, back curving deliciously when he reaches for the drink. Your mouth waters. “Thank you, baby.”

Then, you kick it up a notch.

“I was thinking about doing a yoga session today.” You muse to your unassuming boyfriend as you roll out your mat in the living room. “Wanna join in?”

He shrugs and ties his hair back silkily before positioning himself in child’s pose as the video instructs. Little does he know you’ve just spent half an hour searching for a video that specifically focuses on the spine’s mobility, flicking through the search results calculatedly and perusing with an excited glint in your eye.

“Now,” the instructor says calmly, “bring yourself up along with your breath into table. Once you’re there and settled- shoulders over wrists, knees over ankles- take a niceeeee round of cat-cow.”

You flit your eyes to the side and watch as Geto follows the video perfectly. Your panties are soaked immediately. He’s breathing through his mouth, lips parted, forearms flexing as he adjusts his palms, but his back is to die for.

Now he’s intentionally arching, you get to see just how far he can take it- and oh, you’re trying so hard not to fuck him right on the mat. As he raises himself up into cat, he drops down and just keeps dropping, vertebrae aligning sexily beneath his shirt.

“Now, rest yourself up into crescent lunge.” The video says, and you’ve never felt more cockblocked in your life. You aren’t even a man!

The most blatant time you take advantage of his back, though, comes later that evening. The lights are soft, shimmering off of Suguru’s hair as he slowly shimmies down your panties and fans his breath over your thighs.

“You’re so pretty.” He sighs reverently, gently running a finger through your slick as he stretches you open. You gasp softly and twist your fingers in his hair- but you aren’t even looking. No, you’re too busy craning your neck to get a good view of his back when he settles his mouth over your cunt.

“Mmm, Sugu.” You cry out, blinking lopsidedly, “please.”

“Please what, gorgeous?” He smiles, already sitting back to pull his shirt off before shoving down his sweats. And then the lamp manages to catch the mirror in the corner of the room perfectly and you get an idea.

You rotate just a little on your elbows until you’re resting diagonally, spread thighs facing the mirror dead-on. Perfect.

“Oh?” Geto raises an eyebrow. Usually, you prefer to have your head squashed back into the pillowcases right in the middle of your plush bed while he slowly stretches you out. He blinks a little suspiciously, but doesn’t respond otherwise, too busy running his hands worshipfully over your bare body before lining himself up in one thrust. His head falls into your shoulder as the muscles in his back tense when your nails dig into them.

Normally, you’d be running your tongue over his teeth by now, but you aren’t. The mirror provides a lovely view, but it’s just not enough and you have to crane your neck to see the way Geto’s back curves sensually with every beautiful slide.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice, pretty?” You panic a little, head cloudy with the way his tip is just abusing all your sweet spots. “Notice- fuck- what?”

“The way you’ve been staring at me.” Geto groans into your skin, “asking me to do menial tasks so you can soak your panties through. I’m right, aren’t I?”

You gasp, although the shock in it is dulled a little when you moan out as he starts rubbing your puffy clit. “I- don’t know what you mean, Sugu-“

He scoffs. “My back.“

You flush bright, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. “O-oh. I didn’t mean to, it just looked so-“ you gulp nervously as he stares down at you, hair curtaining his pretty face. “So nice.”

Geto laughs. “Nice? Is that what you’re calling being a pervert now?”

You nod meekly and tug him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist as he slowly fucks you into the mattress and groans shakily as you clench. Your hands drift from his nape and shoulders down to his back, touching on the way his spine arches inward every time he hits into your cunt.

And when he orgasms- with you, of course- he tenses up completely, back holding itself in that feline arch enough for you to cling to the curved skin and muscle while your pussy flutters relentlessly around his cock.

Slick spills out of you when he kisses your face and rolls over next to you, catching his breath as his hand draws comforting little circles across your knuckles. Now usually, Geto prides himself on being able to practically read your mind- but now, as you squint upwards like you’re considering something important, he feels a little stumped.

“Gorgeous?” He murmurs, hugging you loosely, “what’re you thinking about?”

You look pensive more than anything, eyebrows drawn together in thought. “I was just thinking…” you mumble, “our ceiling looks a bit empty, doesn’t it?”

Geto props himself up on his elbow and grins. “Does it?”

You nod slowly and meet his eyes. “How would a mirror look above our bed?”

And when it’s installed a few days later, it’s only right for you to test it out, isn’t it? Your legs wrapped around his waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck, the way your feet kick uselessly at his skin when his cock stretches you out- but most prettily, and most obvious in the glass?

His arch.

ೃ࿔*:･

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[rengoated]

I won’t rest until I find a man who has a muscular back AND can arch like a pro

[mieleism]

tw: yandere!nerdjo

“text me when you get home?”

you smiled at satoru, adjusting your bag on your shoulder, “sure!”

satoru awkwardly pushed his thick rimmed glasses up on his nose, pushing his other hand into the pocket of his khaki pants.

he swallowed, resisting the itching urge to reach out to your face and push the stray strand of hair behind your ear, to caress your cheek that he was sure would be soft.

after all, he knew your nightly skincare routine by heart.

“i’ll finish the rest of my slides before tomorrow morning,” you assured him, “and then you can combine them all together before we start practising presentation?”

he nodded, his movements jerky, “of course.”

“okay,” you pulled out your umbrella, pressing the button to open it, “bye!”

satoru waved, watching you step off of the university library’s foyer and walk away from him.

his heart thundered in his chest, drowning out the pitter-patter of the soft rain. his eyes stayed intently focused on your disappearing figure, tracing every movement as if he was desperate to commit it to memory.

he released a trembling sigh, before turning around and striding back to his desk after you had fully disappeared from his sight.

he knew better than to expect you to text him when you got home — even though he would love it if you did.

but not to worry.

satoru pulled open his laptop, opening up the app he designed for this sole purpose. he doesn’t have to wait long before the screen displays your beautiful face unlocking your door and stepping inside.

he smiled before returning back to his work.

so what if you didn’t see him as anything more than a classmate, just yet? he’s got his ways of knowing you’re safe and sound until he makes his way into your heart <3

wld we fw a yandere nerdjo series?

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[rengoated]

drools

[rengoated]

How it genuinely feels still not being able to be financially independent even though everyone else yk is just because your parents low-key wanted to abuse you financially but luckily you still don’t have a job but now you can’t do anything without asking for permission JUST FOR THEM TO SAY NO

[tokkushin]

gojo calling female masturbation twirling your pearl

[tojipie]

suguru loves his crybaby gf <3

suguru looks like a fallen angel most nights. black hair cascading down his shoulders and back like rivets of spilled ink. you tell him exactly that and the smile he gives you is warm enough to make your soul ache.

“you’re so pretty.” you mumble under your breath, fiddling with the tips of his fingers to distract yourself from the sting you feel behind your eyes and in your temples. the weight of each day always seemed to hit you hardest under the cover of night. bringing tears to your eyes a tremor to your hand that just won't quit,

suguru does you one better, tracing his fingers down the length of your spine with al low hum. you feel the heat from his body soak into your skin, even through your clothes.

“you’re beautiful.” he tells you quietly, every word dripping with adoration. suguru would worship you all day if he could. would sink to his knees in front of every devotee and hug you around your warm center, pulling you so close your back would bend to accommodate his grip.

he doesn’t look you in the eyes when he says it, instead, he runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip slowly. not teasing, not sexual, just intenttional skin-on-skin contact.

the first of many tears spring forward from where they’ve collected at your lash line. suguru doesn’t shush you, he lets it happen, rubbing reassuring circles into your back as you sniffle and curl in on yourself.

you don’t even realize how tightly your eyes are closed until you feel him pepper kisses across your face, pressing each tear into your skin with pointed love.

“pretty girl.” he whispers. so soft his words are barely audible over your little sobs. “sensitive, aren't you?”

you nod almost apologetically, melting as his fingers start to massage the knots from the base of your neck gently. "that's okay though, right?" he reassures you, laughing quietly in his chest when you nod helplessly again.

you don’t know how he does it. holding you in his arms like this while you soak through the thin fabric of his sleep shirt. protecting you so effortlessly with his body against yours, whispering the sweetest things to you while remaining so strong.

he rocks you just the slightest bit as your sniffles begin to die down for the night. you let him engulf your every sense once you've finally come back down to earth. the residuals of his cologne, the heat radiating off of his body and into yours, even the taste of him as he finally presses a kiss to your lips, smiling softly when he feels your hands curl at the fabric by his collar.

when you finally part, he takes a minute to look you over, holding your face in his hands ever so gently. once he's satisfied, he lays you down next to him and pulls the comforter up to your neck with a sweet hum.

"get some sleep, okay?" he instructs you gently. five deft fingers sort themselves into the gaps between your own, curling to keep your hand fastened in his you drift asleep to the feeling of his thumb pressed against your pulse, grateful for his presence.

[rengoated]

Cry baby reader is so dear to me

[whalnut]

you’re heian-era sukuna’s favourite concubine ☆

"leave. all of you."

sukuna's voice echoes through the chamber, and his concubines freeze. they look at each other in confusion, then at you—kneeling beside his throne as always.

"my lord?" one brave woman ventures. "have we displeased you?"

"you bore me." his four eyes don't leave you as he speaks. "i have no use for any of you anymore. get out of my sight."

the women flee, and suddenly you're alone with the king of curses. he reaches down with one massive hand, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.

"do you know why i sent them away, angel?"

you shake your head, heart pounding.

"because you're the only woman’s hair i can bear to have laying on my sheets; the incense of my chambers only smell right when mixed with your essence, you've ruined me for anyone else."

you guess you've always known you were his favourite, the silk beneath you is the finest in the realm—crimson and gold, woven by hands that will never touch such luxury themselves. incense burns in ornate braziers. pillows embroidered with thread-of-gold, lacquered boxes holding treasures from across the land.

"sukuna—"

"silence." but his tone is almost gentle. "i'm going to worship you now. going to show you what it means to be chosen by a god."

he strips you slowly, reverently, each piece of clothing removed with care. when you're naked in his lap, he just looks at you for a long moment.

"beautiful," he murmurs as his hands roam your body—one pair cupping your breasts, another gripping your hips "such delicate beauty. such fragile mortality. tell me, angel, do you understand the honor bestowed upon you? you are not merely favored—you are singular. absolute. the only vessel worthy of my attentions... you are only mine now, angel."

he lifts you easily, positioning you over his girth. you're already wet from his attention, but the stretch as he lowers you onto him makes you gasp.

"take it, angel. take all of me—let your king worship you as you deserve," he guides you down slowly, letting you adjust to his size. "no other shall know my touch. no other shall warm my bed. you have become my sole indulgence, and I intend to savor you thoroughly."

when he's fully seated inside you, he holds you still, just savoring the connection. then he starts moving you, using his strength to lift and lower you on his cock while his other hands play with your body.

the pleasure builds quickly with so many hands on you, so much stimulation. his cock fills you completely, hitting deep with every thrust.

"come for your king, angel. show me your devotion."

you shatter around him, and sukuna follows immediately, filling you with his release as he holds you close with all four arms.

"such eagerness." his fingers circle your clit with maddening precision. "does it arouse you, angel? knowing that a being of my power, my terrible magnificence, has chosen you above all others? that I have forsaken an entire harem for the privilege of your body?"

“y-yes..” you breathe out

"you shall never leave these chambers," he finally says, voice returning to that careful eloquence. "i shall keep you here, in silk and luxury, and i shall worship you as the divine creature you are. my singular obsession. my perfect, precious angel."

as he lays you back against the pillows, beginning his attentions anew, you realize that you have no desire to refuse.

©2026 whalnut

[rengoated]

Nuts on the spot

[yorikae]

the only person that talks more shit than sae is his girlfriend!

**repost

“some midfielder you are. he got past you so fast i almost thought you weren’t there.”

“oh shut it", his eyes drifted off the himself on the tv screen to you snuggled under his arm, "you’re acting like if that was you, you could’ve stopped it.”

“i would’ve.”

“would not.”

“would to.”

“would not.”

“would to.”

“alright then, prove it.”

sae barely even looked away from you to grab the remote and pausing the match.

“prove it,” you mocked right back, pushing yourself off the couch with a grin.

fifteen minutes later, the two of you were out on the small field behind his apartment complex, soccer ball rolling under sae's cleat as you finished the stretch that he very much forced you to do for a little game.

and it was already ticking you off how much work you had to do for a quick game to settle an argument while he looked unfairly good doing absolutely nothing.

“ready to lose?” you asked.

his expression didn’t even twitch as he got into position, “you’re already breathing hard.”

“i hate you.”

“focus", was the last thing he said as he pushed off the ball from his foot.

sae moved like he already knew what you were going to do before you did it, which honestly he did, sliding around you multiple times so effortlessly.

“too slow,” he muttered.

“you’re literally a professional athlete.”

“excuses.”

“you’re so annoying.”

you finally managed to bump the ball away, sprinting past him with a victorious gasp.

“ha!” for exactly two seconds.

then sae caught up beside you with ease, hooked his foot around the ball, and stole it back so cleanly it was humiliating.

“oh my god—”

you reached for him out of pure bitterness, grabbing his sleeve just enough to throw him off balance.

unfortunately, it also threw you off balance.

the both of you crashed onto the grass hard, sae landing directly on top of you with an irritated grunt.

and for a moment, neither of you moved. his chest rising against yours before he pushed up just a bit to glance at your heaving form.

his teal eyes blinked down at you, completely unimpressed.

“dirty move,” he said flatly.

"says the one that did a trick on me, mr professional."

“because your defense is tragic.”

your jaw dropped. “tragic?”

“i’ve seen traffic cones apply more pressure.”

you shoved at his shoulder while laughing harder, and sae finally let out one of those quiet little huffs that barely counted as a laugh but always made you feel like you succeded.

"okay", you said cheerfully wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, "time for your reward."

yorikae

[rengoated]

Why did he actually clock us