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sometimes you swore ceo!higuruma loved your butt more than he loved you..
â âmissed this sâmuch. never let me leave again,â the lanky man had his face stuffed into the fat of your bottom, laying out flat. he took one biiggg sniffâ which then turned into four, then six, and maybe seven. âyou hear me? jusâ tell me no, i canât go. alright?â
his usual gravel voice came out muffled, most of the sound getting lost between your cheeks that were basically his second home. you were on your stomach, reading some romcom as you gave your husband and your ass some alone time.
âwell i definitely canât tell you not to work, romi..â you flipped a page, choosing to ignore his huffs of disappointment. it was rare that higuruma even got a day offâ but with much preparation he was able to make it happen.
he definitely did it because he was so overworked and exhausted. not because he missed the smell, shape, or touch of your butt pushing against his face. the man wanted to be marked in your aroma, and sometimes heâd purposely disable the bathroom water, just so you wouldnât shower.
when you came home from the gym? yeah, donât expect a nice hot shower to soothe youâ not when you had a man like higuruma yanking you straight upstairs to have his fill.
just got off your period? so what, didnât matter to him in the slightest. he would take you in whatever state, for the rest of his life and then as a ghost. thatâs what it meant belonging to higuruma hiromi.
usually, the only way he made it through the dreadful long hours of work, was with your scent still sticking to his mouth. you knew how overworked your husband could be, and most mornings you would bend over, letting him do whatever he pleased before clocking in.
heâd smell you throughout the day and immediately become much more positive⊠relaxed. one time he spent the day licking his lips so much they turned burning red.
âughhh.â he closed his eyes, resting his chin on one cheek for just a moment. âguess yâhate me then. want me to be deprived of my favorite, hm? youâre so cruel baby.â your weak shorts were slipped off in a matter of seconds, higuruma had thrown them across the room.
you finally put your book down, the cold air of his home office/man-cave hitting your cheeks harshly. âhmph no! youâre just so obsessed with me..â you playfully pushed back, hitting his temple with your buttâ hard.
and he fucking loved it.
you never wore panties when he was home anymore, knowing the fiend would just rip them all to pieces. heâd proven that plenty times before.
âalways.â he answered swiftly, kneading both cuffs of your ass in his hands slowly. you couldnât help the whine that slipped from you mouth, and you arched just a bit more, pulling a smirk from the man. âthat a problem.. canât i be obsessed with my pretty lil wife?..â
ân..never said you couldnât-â your words were cut off midway as he inched closer, spreading you open for him. one glance at your second hole that was already pulsating, and he hadnât even done anything yetâ made his dick twitch.
higuruma latched his mouth on your hole, kissing it softly before sniffing. his eyes nearly rolled back and got stuck there, your soft whimpers not making his condition any better.
then you felt it. a sharp pain on your right cheek, one that hurt like hellâ but hurt soo good. when you looked back you saw it, your husband biting into your flesh with the most animalistic look, he was very gentle but you really wouldnât mind the opposite.
âcould jusâ eat you forever. youâre too perfect, way too damn sexy. and allll mine,â his teeth left indents all over, but he no longer had interest in biting. he needed to eat. now. now. now. âisnât that right, mama?â
then his tongue was sliding up your crack, swirling spit all over as his huuge nose pushed against you. he pulled back, and sloppily spat out a glob, watching it drip.
ây..yes sir.. youâre right.â the way you whispered the name had him cumming in his trousers. he was relived you couldnât see the drool dripping down to his chin, or how his eyes were childishly clenched tight in joy.
âplease please, say that again. need to hear you again.. please.â his voice was cracking once his tongue finally latched on your hole which was still pulsating. he slowly pushed inside, shaking his head to each side precisely.
you couldâve swore you heard a whimper, then you cried out. âyes s-sir, whatever you say.â your soft hands pushed at his templeâ grinding your ass into his nose until he couldnât breathe.
âthank you m..mommy.â it came out so muffled you almost didnât catch it, but once you did.. you were sent into an orgasm of your own, juices oozing down your thighs just the way he fucking liked.
âi donât know, think you need to spread fâme again.. wider this time, hm. know you can do better than that angel.â
đđđ. ynopsis: your roommate- (nerd!gojo) always hated when you invited his best friend- (frat!geto) over. you two loved teaming up against the poor guy, and he finally settled on a punishment.
warnings: dark content (in a way), straight into the freakiness, mentions of smoking-edibles, a little angst, mean!gojo (u guys rage bait him), playful bullying (itâs out of love), gojo is bipolar, brat!reader, spanking, p in v, masturbation, slapping, choking, unprotected sex, pussy whipped gojo, virgin!gojo, slight jealousy, geto is an asshole, corruption kink, creampies, hard biting/marking, dry humping, daddy/mommy kink, use of pet names, spit in mouth, toe sucking (grow up ok), recording, and etc. youâve been warned!
showtime: nerd!gojo satoru x bully!fem reader (feat. frat!geto)
wc: 5.4k words.
mommyâs note: bc kiss land by the weeknd is so goated. this is really slutty btw.. their personalities are kinda switched in this.. but itâs still peak trust. expect one or two typos.. âswagâ banner by me also i do not own the fan artâ the ownerâs watermark is on the picture (yuna2678_)!! i highly recommend searching, theyâre a great artist. anywaysss i wonât yap much i hope u guys enjoy lmao <3
Gojo tried his best to drown out the loudness booming from your room, just like he tried to ignore the music which you literally connected to a bass speaker as soon as he fell asleep. Who the hell uses a bass speaker at 1 am in the morning? And when there wasnât even any party here for fucks sake.
It actually sounded like you had it facing right towards his door, waiting for him to scream at you, so you could laugh in his face and turn it up. Because thatâs the type of roommate you wereâ he asks you politely not to do something and youâll do a complete 360, like a self conceited brat.
Sometimes he swore you were a demon put in his life to make it an actual living hell. Did he piss someone off so bad in one of his past lives that they cursed him with being your roommate? That was the only conclusion he could come to.. because heâd honestly been the perfect roomy to you.
Gojo always respected your space, cleaned up after himself and you, the guy even cooked dinner for you every night cause if he didnât youâd probably never eat shit.
It was like living with a 20 year old toddler!
The more he thought about everything, the more pissed he became. Why should he have to keep tip toeing around his own home, just to spare your feelings? Especially when you never gave a single shit about his. Nah. Not happening.
In an instant he was out of bed and rushing to your door, running on complete adrenaline and thirty minutes of sleepâ because a particular someone didnât believe in letting him rest.
âCan you turn that down?â The laced attitude was apparent, and the way he banged on your door like a boulder was proof enough. His hand was mid knock when you yanked it open, giving him a look of disgust as if you had the right to be mad.
âNo way you just interrupted my smoke time to say that..â you scoffed. Did he really have the audacity to bang on your door like that and question how loud your music was? Who the hell did he think he was! âIt wasnât even that loud? Just go back to sleep, itâs fine.â
Heâd wanted to say he tried that already, and now the only thing he wanted to try was slamming your speaker out the window, but the man stayed composed. It was silent on his end for just a moment. Approaching this in the wrong way could mean weeks of even more petty tactics, and he was honestly growing sick of it.
Gojo finally mumbled, âIâm really not in the mood to argue with you, so just do it please.â He pushed his glasses up, staring at you for longer than youâd appreciated.
âI have finals tomorrow. Not that you care,â you grinned with a nod, because you really didnât. âBut if you be quiet, maybe I could do well and actually help you pass too, hm?â He was saying he would give you all the answers, without actually saying it.
You bit the inside of your cheekâ hating the fact that he made a damn good point. Youâd be stupid to not use the schoolâs #1 nerd to your own advantage, especially knowing how serious finals get.. last year almost everyone failed.
So you needed Gojo to pass tomorrow. Not for him, but for you. Heâs like a walking answer sheet, one that you were determined to get your hands on.
âHmph fine.â You looked away, internally upset that you had to bend to his wishes so quickly. âIâll just turn it off. But Suguâs coming over soon.. and yâknow he wonât fold like I just did.â
Please no.
Normally, the mention of oneâs best friend should not make them feel sick to their gut. But dealing with you and Geto?? Shit was damn near a mortal kombat match, one that was 1v2. He couldnât stand you twoâs obsession with pushing his buttons in hopes of a reaction.
The one time Gojo tried edibles, is a time heâll never forget. He was only supposed to take oneâ but his agonizing, and insufferable childhood friend shoved way more than that into his mouth.
Geto wasnât an asshole though. Heâd taken two times the amount his friend did, as a testimony that if anything bad did happenâ itâd happen to them both. Theyâd always been the if you do it, I do it, type anyways.
At the time Gojo wasnât upset, he was actually on cloud nine that entire night. He always took accountability.. so he could admit that he truly did have a fucking blast. It may have even been one of the best nights in his life, but that was his decision to make!
Yet the kicker was really when Geto put invisible red dye in his shampooâ forcing the man to be a red head for an entire 8 months. A lot of people preferred the new look, claiming it fit him well and he should stick with it.. but that wasnât the fucking point.
The point is his best friend wasnât to be trusted, but he especially couldnât be trusted if you were around.
âDude, no. Hell no. Tell him to come tomorrow,â his tone let you know that was final, and for a minute you almost listened. But there was a slight glint in your eye. One like youâd wanted to test the waters..
Gojo pointed a hand out, the type that those disappointed parents give while theyâre scolding. Then he put his head down to peer at you without his glasses in the way.
âIâm not kidding.. if I fail tomorrow, then weâre both fucked.â
You rolled your eyes at that. Because Gojo Satoru had never actually failed a day in his life, he was born with the best luck. Wellâ maybe up until he met you and Geto.
âOh hush. You are not gonna fail!â Waving him off, you headed towards the front door. Those tiny shorts you always wore were riding up your thighs, giving him the best view of eternity. He wondered if you did that on purpose too.
The tired man was following behind you now, bumping into things on the way since he was still groggy due to loss of sleep, cough cough.
When your hand wrapped around the knob, he immediately straightened, all thoughts of sleep went out the window. âDonât you open that door. No, back up! Tell him youâre sle-â
You gave him an amused side eye, sticking your tongue out before opening the door slowly. Just to irritate him more, you kept your eyes on him the whole time.
See.. he had hoped he was really still snoozed and this was all part of his dreaming state. Hoped that wasnât his best friend standing outside his door with drinks in hand, and an annoyingly big smirk clouding all else.
He seriously hopedâ but any good luck he had truly was stripped from him long ago.
âAh? You donât look too happy to see me,â Geto walked in like he owned the place, eyeing his best friend and then you. âAnd yâknow I could hear you right? Rude ass,â
Gojo turned around, going straight to his room, because who the hell had time for this. He was determined to just ignore you both now, surely you guys would get sleepy too and knock out after him.
He ignored the sound of Geto calling for him, and your fast footsteps that were begging to catch up to his. But in the end you werenât fast enough.
The white haired man slammed his door, then locked it, because he knew there were two psychos working together in this household. âYou two do whatever, but leave me alone.â He spoke loud enough for transparency. âWake me up and I wonât be nice about it. Seriously, don't start with me."
You guys stood outside his room door, thinking maybe heâd cave and open it. âAw cmon I just got here! What did she do? What did you do?â
âExcuse you?! I didnât do shit, heâs butthurt over some old speaker..â
It wasnât long before the man drowned the two bickering voices out, falling into a heap of slumber which heâd literally been fighting for.
Finally some peace and quiet.
â
Geto told you it wasnât a good idea, even though it was his idea, he told you it was a bad one. But you didnât let him back out. Not after heâd already mentioned it and you guys went through all that trouble of preparing.
The plan was to recreate those funny Instagram reels, the ones where the group of friends pour ice cold water on that one unfortunate soul who was sleeping.
Your job was to pick his lock, since you had the most experience in that department anyway. You were also the camera girl.. because Geto swore this would be viral worthy, and he wouldnât let it go untaped.
For some reason a bad feeling washed over you too. The same one Geto had gotten when he wanted to scrap the plan.. those words Gojo spat before he went to bed echoed in your head, he didnât seem his typical self at all. Usually heâd let you guys do as you pleased, even if it meant dancing around his last damn nerve or making him a target, but this timeâŠ
You could only imagine what he'd do after this evil shenanigan.
âOk wait wait, it was on photo mode!â Geto held the bucket of ice water while you tried to find the perfect angle for what was about to set off. He glanced at you, waiting for your signal before making any moves.
He huffed at how long you took. Part of him almost thought to just splash it on you instead, âWell any day now, sunshine? He might wake up with how long youâre taking,â
âOh you shut your mouth water boy!â
After just a few moments, when you finally had it set up, you put a hand in the air to count down from three. The camera was high angledâ revealing Gojoâs sleeping frame that looked so peaceful, which they were about to absolutely destroy.
â1⊠2âŠ. 3⊠pour it, hurry hurry!â
Geto gave the camera a sneering grin before wasting the bucket filled with cold water all over his friends face, sending the once sleeping body into a state of confusion and shock.
He bounced up from his bed quicker than you could blink, grunting as he tried to come to terms of what the hell had happened to him. He went from exquisite sleep to underlying turmoil, how?
When Gojo spotted the flashing phone in your hand, and the big ass bucket that was in Getoâs, he nearly fucking lost it. The fact that you two scattered in laughter didnât make it any better. It actually made him want to wipe those smiles off your face his damn self.
âHa holy shit! That was gold right there, you shouldâve saw your face, bro.â Geto was still laughing, as if anything about this was funny. You were the only one who actually caught onto the shiftâ how his blue orbs glared with resentment and rage.
When Geto did notice his best friendâs frame that was nearly shaking with fury, he didnât really think it was as funny anymore. âDamn heâs suuuper mad..â
The room fell silent. All that echoed were Gojoâs heavy grunts, along with the dark chuckle that soon escaped his now moist lips. He shook his white locks which were freaking soaked, in an attempt to stop the dripping. Not that it would be enough since you guys absolutely drenched him.
âSo..â he started off, standing there freezing going off of only 2 hours of sleep. At least it was better than the 30 minutes you originally gave him, he was tempted to find a bright side in this but he just.. couldnât. âI ask you guys- no, beg you guys, to leave me alone for just a few hours.. and you do this?â
The way his death stare had enough power to have you both shaking in your boots, showed that this wasnât the same Gojo Satoru to screw with.
He was tired, cold, and extremely fucking annoyed.
âWell.. it was Suguâs idea.â You threw your hands up in defense, pointing at the man who was now giving you a glare of his own. Yes, you were willing to rat out your teammate if it meant saving your own ass. âI was gonna let you sleep honestly! I need those answers too, yâknow.â
Gojo raised his hand in a quick gesture, basically telling you to shut up without the energy of saying it. âI donât give a damn whose idea it was. I told both of you to fuck off, did I not?â You immediately shut your lips, then Geto realized it was his turn to talk his way out of this.
âYo weâre sorry man, really-â His friend sounded the most sincere heâd ever heard him, but his blood was boiling too much to let this one slide like all the others.
He interrupted swiftly, not even thinking twice before his next words, âSuguru go wait in the fuckinâ kitchen. I donât wanna see you âtil I call for you.â
The black haired man looked like he wanted to say more, getting shut down by Gojoâs huge hand just like you did. He couldnât tell you why he listened, but he did, and went straight into the kitchen like he was told.
Something about how he ordered the much bigger man around, had your stomach itching with butterflies. Who was this alter Gojo and where the had he been all this time?
Your eyes trailed over his body that was still dripping with water, now noticing he never even had a shirt on, the poor guy. He found it much more comfortable to sleep without them.
Youâd be lying if you said the abs heâd clearly been forming werenât doing something to you. And not to mention his v-line that was not only defined, but also covered in hair. The fact that it was preciously white like the hair on his head made it look even more beautiful.
You eyed him closely as he took a seat on his bed, running hands down his face in frustration, slicking his wet hair back.
His glasses were off tooâ revealing the beaming blue orbs that always hid behind them. What was this feeling, and when did your nerdy-loser roommate get so hot? You wondered why he made Geto leave, but still had you standing in front of him as if you werenât the one recording his embarrassment.
Whatever the reason... you were surely about to find out.
âYou. Come here, now.â When you looked up, he was already looking at you, and giving his lap this pat as if he wanted you to sit there. Your legs practically moved on their own, not stopping until you were directly in front of him.
Before you sat, thereâs something you needed to say, a complaint you couldnât help but make. Just how did Geto get to hide out in the kitchen, while you were left here dealing with the repercussions all alone? âNo fair! It wasnât even my idea, why should i be firs-â
Rough hands gripped at your waistâ hard. He pulled you onto his lap faster than you could blink, you were starting to notice that he seriously lacked patience when he was sleepy.
Your legs straddled his waist and it was like a tiny piece of him had snapped back to reality, because his cheeks were tinted a shade of red, and not to mention his palms that immediately got sweatyâ or his lip that was quivering because it was hard resisting the urge to cum on the spot.
âAnd whatâd I tell you? Huh?â Your jaw was the next victim of his tight grip, and he yanked your head to face him. He swore he heard you whine.. but he may have been slightly delirious by now. âThat I needed rest, riiight?â
When you didnât answer him fast enough, his hold got just a bit tighter, forcing you to instinctively rock your hips in his lap. âYes, but listen! You wonât let me tal-â
He shoved his thumb in your mouth, determined to shut you up once more. You were such a prissy little brat. He cursed himself for not doing this sooner, but regardless, all that sitting around and enabling your behavior was done for.
âI donât wanna hear you talk, thatâs the point.â his head tilted, fascinated with the thumb you were sucking in and out of those bratty lips.
He slipped a hand down your bottom, eager to pull off those shorts heâd been obsessed with since the day you moved in. âDonât say shit else âtil I say so, you hear me? Keep that pretty mouth shut for once.â
You nodded quickly, ignoring the globs of your drool that dripped on his chest. It wasnât long before your body was flipped over, put in a position you forgot was even an option. Your sweet little roommate had you bent over his lap and laying flat against his thighs that were so freaking huge.
His hard work in the gym was really paying off and it made you sick.
The same ass that forever had him mesmerized was now in his face, wiggling from side to side in a way that made his mouth water. Your shorts were ripped off in an instant and thrown somewhere across the room.
The only thing left in his way was your red thong that had amazingly been swallowed by the thickness of your lower half.
But he ripped that off, too.
Though it was irrelevant because you couldnât seem to care in the slightest. Not when he was this closeâ rough hands pulling you closer whenever you attempted to sneak away. The guy had hardly touched you yet you were drooling from both lips!
âThis why you love pissinâ me the fuck off so much?â His calloused palm met your cheek swiftly, leaving a heavy sting to your ass. âCause it gets this cute lil pussy wet? Couldâve just told me you wanted me, baby. Iâve beeeen yours.â He dragged the words out.
Your slick stained his sweats way more than you expected. With a small whine you arched a bit further, giving the white haired man a perfect view of the 5-course meal heâd devour later.
You still couldnât fathom the fact he was spanking you, but you were even more shocked that you loved it so much.
âToruu! Mm, I just need to say-â Of course, because why would you ever listen to instructions. The smack that followed was even harder than the last, and he slipped his glasses back on now. What part about shut your mouth did you not comprehend?
âShut it.â His voice came out low as he opened his mouth wide, getting the weirdest urge to bite something, and then he did. Gojo couldn't explain exactly why his teeth were buried in your skin, and leaving harsh indents that would likely show for weeks.
âMaybe Iâm still being too nice.. do I need to get a belt instead, angel?" He bit your ass a total of ten times. Five for each cheek, and he forced you to watch as he marked you throughly.
If you did dare to look away, a harsh tug to your hair would put you right back on track. You didn't realize you were crying until the salty tears mixed with your snot and entered your mouth.
Broken whines and pleas of nonsense filled the room, with an occasional smack whenever you tried to escape your fate. You were almost positive you two were louder than your stupid speaker that started it all.
Geto most definitely caught on by now. He was way too quiet, for way too long, and one thing he couldn't live without was entertainment. You got the feeling he probably had his ear pushed to the door, listening closely like the little fiend he was.
Well.. you were almost right.
The kitchen bored him out within the first 5 minutes, then he started hearing faint yelps get louder and.. that's how he ended up like this.
Peering through a crack in the door while using the huge wall he hid behind, and his best friend's distracted state as coverage. Fuck. You looked so far gone in a way that had him palming his crotch, then he peaked at Gojo who looked just the same.
The guy felt a hint of annoyance wash over him. He'd never admit it, but he might've felt a little left out, it was his plan after all. Why couldnât he get the fun punishment too?
Looking at the marks Gojo left on your cheeks had him fuming, but turned on so much that he didnât mind it. Oh what he would give to be the one spanking you right now, and showing his pal some essential frat-king sex tips.
But he fucked up.
His head slipped from the wall to the door, pushing it open with the weight of his temple⊠but it might as well have been slammed, with how quickly the room went silent. He stood there like heâd been caught red handed, and for a moment half considered making a run for it.
Gojo's attention snapped towards him with low blue eyes and a grin on his face that was everything but amusing. He looked downright psychotic. No way you guys pissed him off this bad?
He chuckled darkly, still soothing your skin that was bruised and sore from his previous punishment. You hadnât stopped crying yet, or whining for that matter. Mostly you just missed his rough hands coming down on you, but anytime you tried to talk he popped you.
âI see neither of you listen to shit I say huh..â he laid you against the bed gently, as if you were fragile and heâd just broken you. âGet to the corner, Suguru. And if you move from there.. maybe youâll be the next one getting spanked.â
In the blink of an eye, the older man was standing in the corner as told, his signature smirk booming more than ever. Now this was some true fucking entertainment.
Gold chains shimmered around his neck, and the same was happening with Gojo since they had matching jewelry. Your eyes scattered between the two men and you couldnât help clenching your legs⊠why did they have to look so flawless.
âPleasee âm sorry. It was all Suguâs fault,â you pouted before spreading your legs to reveal a sight that had both their mouths foaming. âD..donât be mad at me anymore. Just touch me again, please.â
Geto gave his friend a look like heâd wanted to have a turn with you, causing him to quickly send a terrifying glare back.
âYou just stand there.. be glad Iâm still letting you watch,â Gojo spat before crouching in front of you, and yanking you closer by your thighs. His breath tickled over your clit and you couldnât help but shiver.
The look of hunger in his eyes made it no better, you almost came from just the sight of him. You noticed Geto who was eagerly slipping out of his jorts and revealing his throbbing dick for you to see.
These two would be the death of you.
âPussyâs so damn perfect. You been hiding all this from me?â Your clit ached when he smacked it, but it was soon gone with one flick of his tongue. Then he started leaving small kisses and.. you lost it from there. âAnswer me.â
Your legs wrapped tightly around his head, but not tighter than his hands that gripped the life out of your juicy thighs. He always wanted to cherish them.
âNooo, wasnât hiding. P..please use your mouth now!â You cried out, no longer caring about how loud you may have been. Gojo started babbling against your lipsâ the vibrations making your legs shake.
The nerd had never ate anyone out before, he never even watched porn before. You knew that because you always snuck in his room when he left for work, and lurked through his stuff, which possibly included search history.. so how was he this good?
Soft pants came from the corner Geto stood in, and you watched as he softly stroked his red tip that was leaking with pre-cum. He had to have been damn near 9 inches long, maybe a half.
Gojo didnât like the attention you were sparing him, not when he was the one in between your legs, so he bit your drooling clit as soft as he could. âNope donât at him baby, just look at me.. keep looking here.â
He was speaking between licks and your eyes stayed glued to him the whole time. His head shook quickly, forcing his tongue to shake side from side and graze your hole.
With another flick of his perfectly sloppy tongue, you gripped onto his damp hair, pushing him closer into your cunt. âWonât l..look at him.. âm cumming toru, sâmuch!â
It was like your words only made him get nastier, and then he was slipping his thumb into your hole before you could blink. The finger matched the fast pace of his tongue and it had you seeing stars.
âLet it out fâme princess.. youâre doing so good. Making me- slurrp, so proud.â Those words alone had your eyes rolling, and the pressure in your stomach released. Before you knew it, you were gushing out squirt all over him. âMm fuck Toru!â
The smile on his face as he latched onto the source, slurping all your juices, showed this was exactly where heâd wanted to be. And Geto who was still in the corner, stopped holding back his grunts long ago.
Part of you wanted to peak at him, watch him stroke his cock to the sight of his best friend and some girl he lived with, who happened to be the prettiest thing alive.. but you knew better than to defy Gojo Satoru by now.
Especially if he was sleepy.
âShittt you taste so good baby. Sooo good, need that again.â He was talking too fast for you to understand, but somehow still had your cunt fluttering. âYouâre gonna do that again, âkay angel? Riight here.â He patted his crotch through fitted boxers.
You couldnât tell if it was sweat dripping down his face, the water you guys had poured on him, or the squirt that he just forced out of you.
âYess please. T..take these off.â Your pedicured foot grazed the waistband of his underwear, nearly making his nose bleed. You were listening for once, and said please?? That had his dick rising even higher than before.
âAww look at you mama,â Gojo pushed your foot away, sliding his boxers off with ease as he revealed himself. Almost instantly you whined at the sight of him, and he swore he heard his best friend whining. âYou asked so nicely for me, hm? Guess I canât say no,â
That cheeky grin was all you could see before he slapped his tip on your clit, rubbing it gently down your soaking folds. Geto may have been skinny and long⊠but Gojo was long and thick.
Your cunt gushed at the thought of having something that big inside you. Never would it cross your mind that the worldâs biggest nerd would have the world biggest dick to make up for it.
âOh my gosh, wait.. just give me a sec-â he scoffed and stuffed his thumb in your mouth for the second time that night. When he slid into you slowly, despite the warm walls that tried to push him out, you were a goner. Any earlier complaint you had was out of sight and mind.
His free hand fell to your neck, grip getting firmer with each stroke of his hips. You wrapped around him so fucking perfectly. Almost like your pussy knew she belonged to him too, and that alone had him whimpering.
âPretty pretty girl.. fuck. Youâre so damn bratty, but so perfect- shitt.â The guy was losing his mind when your soft fingers pulled at his stomach hair. He nearly filled your greedy cunt right there. âLet me in b..baby, think I deserve it.â
Your mouth hung open as you felt every inch of him filling you, his soft words didnât make it any better. He shifted his hand from your throatâ to your thigh, as he caressed it gently and became fascinated with your gorgeous toes.
And even though he told you not to look at his best friend⊠he was just too pretty not to slip up at least once. You tried to sneak a quick glance, your teary eyes meeting his as he gripped his shaft tighter, sloppily moving up and down.
âFuckkk, stop looking at me like that. All sexy and s..slutty- mm.â Geto gently whispered. It wasnât long before milky white cream was leaking from his tip, and dripping all over the floor.
You gasped at the sight, biting into your lip as you watched him break. Completely forgetting about the other man in front of you, one who gave you specific orders.
A harsh pinch to your swollen nipple had you crying out, and you didnât need to look at Gojo to know he was pissed, again. He pulled out of your tight little cunny, just to slam his length back in, taking the breath out of you.
âOo..oh my gosh! âS too much Toru! I canât-â your pleas fell on deaf ears, because he was too out of it by now. He took both of your feet and placed it on his chest, holding them there before taking a toe in between his lips.
âDonât look at him again, yeah?â He glared at you, speaking through filled lips, âyou can suck take it mommy, know you can. suck canât she suck Sugu?â
The man in question couldnât say one word without croaking, but looking at his friend he knew there was no getting out of this. âUghh- y..yes Toru, she can.â
Your eyes were meeting the back of your head as you dazed out. His fat tip kissed your womb gently, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge.
Gojo threw his head back, covering his entire face with your feet now, and mumbling out praises that soon turned to begging. âCâmonn princess, give it to me. Let daddy feel that pretty pussy cream..â
Your shaking fingers clawed at his shoulders when he put his entire weight on top of you, trying to reach deeper. A familiar pressure filled your abdomen and Gojo could tell, he used his thumbs to push down on your core, making it easier to release.
âYes yes yes right there! âM gonna cum daddy pleasee, âm cumming!â He forced your head down to watch as your pussy sucked him in, coating his shaft in thick white cream. Geto had instinctively moved slightly closerâ he wanted to smell you and see for himself how much of a mess you made.
The only reason his best friend didnât catch him was because he was too busy grabbing his phone, going straight to the camera app, and pressing record. The flash was burning bright just as yours was minutes before.
He whimpered as he felt you wrapping around him tighter, forcing his warm load to coat your walls full. âShittt yess- milk your d..dick just like that. âM not pulling out, gonna stuff you properly.. fuckk.â
The camera faced your fucked out face, getting your pretty face and pussy in 4K, he even zoomed in on your cunt that was still gripping him. âLook at her.. showing out for cameras. J..just like you.â
Geto wasnât spared from the lens, either. The man panned the phone over toward his friend, zooming into his drooling face, then his throbbing length. Neither of you even cared about the flash in your face, if anything it made you both want more, more, more.
You hadnât stopped whining yet, your slurred words fell off your tongue with ease, âcan we go again p..please, felt so good. Pretty please daddyy, Iâll listen from now on.. I promise!â
Yeah, Gojo Satoru definitely wasnât passing his finals tomorrow. But thatâs okay.. because he would just have to punish you both twice as hard.
sometimes you swore ceo!higuruma loved your butt more than he loved you..
â âmissed this sâmuch. never let me leave again,â the lanky man had his face stuffed into the fat of your bottom, laying out flat. he took one biiggg sniffâ which then turned into four, then six, and maybe seven. âyou hear me? jusâ tell me no, i canât go. alright?â
his usual gravel voice came out muffled, most of the sound getting lost between your cheeks that were basically his second home. you were on your stomach, reading some romcom as you gave your husband and your ass some alone time.
âwell i definitely canât tell you not to work, romi..â you flipped a page, choosing to ignore his huffs of disappointment. it was rare that higuruma even got a day offâ but with much preparation he was able to make it happen.
he definitely did it because he was so overworked and exhausted. not because he missed the smell, shape, or touch of your butt pushing against his face. the man wanted to be marked in your aroma, and sometimes heâd purposely disable the bathroom water, just so you wouldnât shower.
when you came home from the gym? yeah, donât expect a nice hot shower to soothe youâ not when you had a man like higuruma yanking you straight upstairs to have his fill.
just got off your period? so what, didnât matter to him in the slightest. he would take you in whatever state, for the rest of his life and then as a ghost. thatâs what it meant belonging to higuruma hiromi.
usually, the only way he made it through the dreadful long hours of work, was with your scent still sticking to his mouth. you knew how overworked your husband could be, and most mornings you would bend over, letting him do whatever he pleased before clocking in.
heâd smell you throughout the day and immediately become much more positive⊠relaxed. one time he spent the day licking his lips so much they turned burning red.
âughhh.â he closed his eyes, resting his chin on one cheek for just a moment. âguess yâhate me then. want me to be deprived of my favorite, hm? youâre so cruel baby.â your weak shorts were slipped off in a matter of seconds, higuruma had thrown them across the room.
you finally put your book down, the cold air of his home office/man-cave hitting your cheeks harshly. âhmph no! youâre just so obsessed with me..â you playfully pushed back, hitting his temple with your buttâ hard.
and he fucking loved it.
you never wore panties when he was home anymore, knowing the fiend would just rip them all to pieces. heâd proven that plenty times before.
âalways.â he answered swiftly, kneading both cuffs of your ass in his hands slowly. you couldnât help the whine that slipped from you mouth, and you arched just a bit more, pulling a smirk from the man. âthat a problem.. canât i be obsessed with my pretty lil wife?..â
ân..never said you couldnât-â your words were cut off midway as he inched closer, spreading you open for him. one glance at your second hole that was already pulsating, and he hadnât even done anything yetâ made his dick twitch.
higuruma latched his mouth on your hole, kissing it softly before sniffing. his eyes nearly rolled back and got stuck there, your soft whimpers not making his condition any better.
then you felt it. a sharp pain on your right cheek, one that hurt like hellâ but hurt soo good. when you looked back you saw it, your husband biting into your flesh with the most animalistic look, he was very gentle but you really wouldnât mind the opposite.
âcould jusâ eat you forever. youâre too perfect, way too damn sexy. and allll mine,â his teeth left indents all over, but he no longer had interest in biting. he needed to eat. now. now. now. âisnât that right, mama?â
then his tongue was sliding up your crack, swirling spit all over as his huuge nose pushed against you. he pulled back, and sloppily spat out a glob, watching it drip.
ây..yes sir.. youâre right.â the way you whispered the name had him cumming in his trousers. he was relived you couldnât see the drool dripping down to his chin, or how his eyes were childishly clenched tight in joy.
âplease please, say that again. need to hear you again.. please.â his voice was cracking once his tongue finally latched on your hole which was still pulsating. he slowly pushed inside, shaking his head to each side precisely.
you couldâve swore you heard a whimper, then you cried out. âyes s-sir, whatever you say.â your soft hands pushed at his templeâ grinding your ass into his nose until he couldnât breathe.
âthank you m..mommy.â it came out so muffled you almost didnât catch it, but once you did.. you were sent into an orgasm of your own, juices oozing down your thighs just the way he fucking liked.
âi donât know, think you need to spread fâme again.. wider this time, hm. know you can do better than that angel.â
frat!geto often loses control over his body, especially when it came to you.
â sometimes, it was hard to believe the man heâd become in so little time. from the very moment he skipped class one day, and ended up at his favorite cafeâwhere he met you. the clumsy new hire, a little awkward, a little scattered, but smiling like you had every reason to be there.
geto was never much of a smiler anymore, but he couldnât stand to not throw you a simple one back. the regular drink that heâd been getting for the past two years tasted so different when you were the one preparing it.
he thought he was going insane, but it was definitely way tastier knowing your hands were on it. part of him wouldnât even mind if you spat in the liquid, or maybe a drop of sweat, strand of hair, just anything.
one time he ordered twice the amount he usually did, and finished it all in under five minutes. you remember watching him from the counter in aweâ feeling so flattered that your skills were actually enjoyed. the man never left you without a tip, a hefty one at that. always twenty dollar bills or above. you deserved it, heâd say.
âah well look who it is!â the bell on the entrance dinged loudly, signaling your attention. when you looked up you couldnât be happier with the sight. âtook you long enough, geto. i was starting to think you found a new cafe? not good enough for you anymore huh?â
geto was strolling in with a shiny grin, if any of his frat brothers were to see him now, they probably wouldnât recognize him. only you could make him this wayâ ruin him like this. he was supposed to despise any and everything, so why wasnât that the case with you? what the hell were you doing to him.
âtch. so youâve got jokes now?â his dark locks swayed as he sat at the stool-top directly facing your counter. he then licked his lips, revealing his newest piercingâ frog eyes, that sat on his tongue. âdonât say that again. yâknow no one can compare to you- i mean, your coffee..â
you threw him a small smile, choosing not to tease him this time. something about him was different, and it was making you feel different. youâd always found the man attractive but now everything felt heightened. âim glad to hear it. guessing you want your usual right about now?â
geto looked at you for a moment, so intense that it felt like heâd been studying your soul, then shook his head. he actually didnât want that at all.
âhonestly nah. i came here because.. well i wanted- uh. you ever been to a party before?â he stopped cursing himself for stuttering long ago. it happened at least once or twice anytime he spoke to you, so he embraced it now.
you thought for a moment. âhmm not any good ones. but i do enjoy time out, why?â
based on the way his beautiful face lit up, you mustâve given an answer he liked. his eyes never left your soft ones and he leaned over the counter to get just a tad bit closer, then he started pleading..
âcome to my fratâs party tonight pleasee. iâll pick you up and stay with you the whole night, i swear,â he paused for a minute, and then the begging proceeded. âjust donât say no, please? i wanna be around you.. without this damn counter in the way.â
if you declined he probably drown himself in coffee beans, like right now, because heâd already told that fuck toji. and if you were a no show, he wouldnât ever hear the end of it.
you on the other hand, tried to push down butterflies, and stop heat from reaching your cheeks. âdo.. do you really want that? because id be happy to-â
âyes! hell yes, you wonât regret it alright? just gimme a chance.â
and when your number one customer pulled up to your loft, almost tripping over his feet to open the door, you couldnât help but giggle.
almost two hours into the party, you didnât regret itâ well maybe a little, because of what transpired after you met getoâs frat brothers. a certain scarred lip one in particular. everything was going soo good at first, but then he made the mistake of introducing you to toji.
the bastardâs thirsty eyes lingered on you in ways geto couldnât fucking stand, he tried to ignore it at firstâ truly.
he had no problem with being the bigger person, but when those filthy hands âaccidentallyâ brushed against your thigh⊠all bets were off. it was like you blinked and the man was pouncing on him, fists connecting loud enough for the whole crowd to hear.
thankfully gojo was there to separate the two, but that didnât change what had already happened. you practically yanked geto back to the car, visibly upset with his display of violence.
he hated how you were looking at him. âlisten.. im sorry. okay?â you wouldnât face him so he gripped your jaw and forced you to. one look at his knuckles had you wincing, they were a puffy red and dried with blood. âim really sorry. he was staring at your chest and shit, getting way too fuckinâ close. then i just lost it. but i shouldnât have, not in front of you.â
you gently ran your hand over his bruised knuckles, caressing it with care as you stared at him. âyes, you shouldnât have. look what you did to yourself, you see? i donât like that youâre hurt.â
your whispers made his heart flutter in ways he never thought possible, then you went and brought his hand to your lips, kissing his scars softly. he couldnât hold the whimper rising from his throat, or the aching sensation that was in his sweats, and rising each time he looked at you. âpromise ill be good next time. ill do anything for you..â
âyou better.â you were licking his blood now, swirling your tongue back and forth as you clenched your thighs. âmhmm youâll do anything? because thereâs only one thing that can cheer me up, right now..â
he mindlessly nodded, too far gone in the feel of your tongue grazing his sore skin. you hummed before sliding your skirt down, spreading your legs wide enough for him to enjoy the beautiful sight.
but his eyes darkened when he realized. âyou werenât wearing any panties? why?â your hands gripped at his sweats, quickly pulling it off along with his boxers that hid what you were currently craving.
âshh baby i was, but i slipped them off. they got too wet when i saw you fighting for me,â
one look at his throbbing length had you shivering in the leather seat, not wanting to wait any longer. how could you when youâve wanted him from the moment he walked into your cafe?
when you straddled his waist, the natural heat of your soaking cunt hitting his tip, he pulled your hips. ânuh uh, need to taste you first. wanna taste you, please please-â
you cut him off swiftly, slamming your lips against his before you sank down on him gently. his fat tip stretched your tiny hole, and your walls fluttered as they tried to push him out.
geto grunted against the kiss, rough hands immediately locking around your waist as he pushed you down further. your mouth fell open when you felt every inch of him filling you, and his lips trailed bites all over your neck.
ây..you donât get to taste me. youâve been so bad, fighting and hurting your hands like that, mmm.â you started slowly bouncing with every word you spoke, causing his nails to dig into your waist.
youâd definitely have marks lasting for weeks, but neither of you cared. âfuckkkk mommy, iâll be good for you- i swear. please lemme taste.â geto was full on whimpering, swiping his fingers against your clit, collecting all your juice.
he put them up to his nose, giving it a good sniff before sucking the slimy substance. the taste of you sent him into a bliss, he couldnât get enough.
âhmph. i said you donât get to taste, ughh youâre sooo big baby..â your hips moved on their own and he sloppily gave you deep strokes from beneath, his tip kissing your cervix. âim yours. n..no one else is having me like this. only youu, so donât fight.â
his eyes were low as he throbbed inside of you, ready to burst any second now, and your words didnât make it better. ây-yeah i know theyâre not. iâd fuckinâ kill them- shittt donât do that.â
you gripped his neck soft but firmly, fresh nails poking him ever so slightly. and your hips shifted in circles as he reached deeper inside you, your free hand pulling at his beautiful long hair. âbad boy sugu. y..youâre supposed to be good, you still havenât learned?â
âim sorry mama- âm cumming.. gonna cum sâmuch for you.. fill this sweet pussy up. just me, all mineee.â he locked both of his arms around your waist tightly, trapping you down on him as his length twitched inside you.
âyesss yes ugh! wanâ it all in me daddy, now noww. need you to stuff me.â
he whimpered in your ear as he filled you properly, stuffing his fat load deeper because he didnât want to see a drop wasted. you threw your head back, your eager cunt milking him dry, and small whines falling from your lips as you coated his dick in white cream.
you both watched your mess unfold with hazy eyes, and it wasnât long before he was leaving more marks on your soft skin, ones that everyone would see. just like he wanted from the start.
âcan we go again princess? please? need to make sure it takes. want you round and filled with my kids, cause youâre never leaving me.â
you wondered when you acquired the skill to make a once hateful frat!boy fall in love with you? but you werenât complaining in the slightestâbecause you were exactly where you wanted to be.
sometimes you swore ceo!higuruma loved your butt more than he loved you..
â âmissed this sâmuch. never let me leave again,â the lanky man had his face stuffed into the fat of your bottom, laying out flat. he took one biiggg sniffâ which then turned into four, then six, and maybe seven. âyou hear me? jusâ tell me no, i canât go. alright?â
his usual gravel voice came out muffled, most of the sound getting lost between your cheeks that were basically his second home. you were on your stomach, reading some corny romcom as you gave your husband and your ass, some alone time.
âwell i definitely canât tell you not to work, romi..â you flipped a page, choosing to ignore his huffs of disappointment. it was rare that higuruma even got a day offâ but with much preparation he was able to make it happen.
he definitely did it because he was so overworked and exhausted. not because he missed the smell, shape, or touch of your butt pushing against his face. the man wanted to be marked in your aroma, and sometimes heâd purposely disable the bathroom water, just so you wouldnât shower.
when you came home from the gym? yeah, donât expect a nice hot shower to soothe youâ not when you had a man like higuruma yanking you straight upstairs to have his fill.
just got off your period? so what, didnât matter to him in the slightest. he would take you in whatever state, for the rest of his life and then as a ghost. thatâs what it meant belonging to higuruma hiromi.
usually, the only way he made it through the dreadful long hours of work, was with your scent still sticking to his mouth. you knew how overworked your husband could be, and most mornings you would bend over, letting him do whatever he pleased before clocking in.
heâd smell you throughout the day and immediately become much more positive⊠relaxed. one time he spent the day licking his lips so much they turned burning red.
âughhh.â he closed his eyes, resting his chin on one cheek for just a moment. âguess yâhate me then. want me to be deprived of my favorite, hm? youâre so cruel baby.â your weak shorts were slipped off in a matter of seconds, higuruma had thrown them across the room.
you finally put your book down, the cold air of his home office/man-cave hitting your cheeks harshly. âhmph no! youâre just so obsessed with me..â you playfully pushed back, hitting his temple with your buttâ hard.
and he fucking loved it.
you never wore panties when he was home anymore, knowing the fiend would just rip them all to pieces. heâd proven that plenty times before.
âalways.â he answered swiftly, kneading both cuffs of your ass in his hands slowly. you couldnât help the whine that slipped from you mouth, and you arched just a bit more, pulling a smirk from the man. âthat a problem.. canât i be obsessed with my pretty lil wife?..â
ân..never said you couldnât-â your words were cut off midway as he inched closer, spreading you open for him. one glance at your second hole that was already pulsating, and he hadnât even done anything yetâ made his dick twitch.
higuruma latched his mouth on your hole, kissing it softly before sniffing. his eyes nearly rolled back and got stuck there, your soft whimpers not making his condition any better.
then you felt it. a sharp pain on your right cheek, one that hurt like hellâ but hurt soo good. when you looked back you saw it, your husband biting into your flesh with the most animalistic look, he was very gentle but you really wouldnât mind the opposite.
âcould jusâ eat you forever. youâre too perfect, way too damn sexy. and allll mine,â his teeth left indents all over, but he no longer had interest in biting. he needed to eat. now. now. now. âisnât that right, mama?â
then his tongue was sliding up your crack, swirling spit all over as his huuge nose pushed against you. he pulled back, and sloppily spat out a glob, watching it drip.
ây..yes sir.. youâre right.â the way you whispered the name had him cumming in his trousers. he was relived you couldnât see the drool dripping down to his chin, or how his eyes were childishly clenched tight in joy.
âplease please, say that again. need to hear you again.. please.â his voice was cracking once his tongue finally latched on your hole which was still pulsating. he slowly pushed inside, shaking his head to each side precisely.
you couldâve swore you heard a whimper, then you cried out. âyes s-sir, whatever you say.â your soft hands pushed at his templeâ grinding your ass into his nose until he couldnât breathe.
âthank you m..mommy.â it came out so muffled you almost didnât catch it, but once you did.. you were sent into an orgasm of your own, juices oozing down your thighs just the way he fucking liked.
âi donât know, think you need to spread fâme again.. wider this time, hm. know you can do better than that angel.â
Where do that nigga live? Let's jump his assđ„đđŸ. Jk, but seriously I hope you're doing ok Queen. Don't let that mf ruin your dayđâ€ïžâđ„
LMFAOA YES PLS SISTA LEGOOOO đčđč thank u sm boo mwah mwah, itâs okay we gotta keep it p round here <3
