☆ pairing. gojo x f!reader + sukuna
☆ overview. turns out being possessed by the king of the curses isn’t always that bad, especially when you’re all pent up and frustrated, and you’ve got tongues coming out of your palms.
☆ warnings. mdni — masturbation, possession, threesome (kinda), unprotected sex, creampie, fem recieving, degredation, praise, overstimulation, denial of orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting, size kink, dubcon, exhibitionism kink.. more.
☆ note. art keeps getting the work taken down, so no visuals :(
you slam the door, safe in the comfort of your sorcerer dorm, before leaning your back against the wall and throwing your purse across the room.
stupid fucking gojo. what a fucking prick.
the man’s got it coming—with his quick lip and overly flirtatious personality, but you would be lying if you said that sometimes, sometimes, you didn’t want to just sit on his face and shut him up.
your ass hits the floor, and you realize that your legs are trembling, the heat that had begun to pool in your stomach, not too long ago, still present.
satoru and his clever mouth; always saying the right things to get you riled up, before he abandons you, high and dry. he’s a dick, and the fact that he does it on purpose, not even trying to hide it, fuels the hatred you have for him.
but if anything, you hate yourself more. you hate that you let him get to you, that you let him have his way with you, because now you don’t have a choice.
unbuttoning your skirt, you slide it down around your knees. you should probably move to the bed, but you’re so desperate it hurts.
you don’t hesitate, your index and middle fingers rubbing at the fabric over your angry, stimulated clit. it hurts now, because you were so close when satoru stopped, when he sent you away and said that he had “matters to attend to.”
it hurts but you keep going, because your body longs for the satisfaction that was so ruthlessly denied from you.
tugging at the flimsy piece of fabric left, you pull it down and slide a finger and then a next inside of your cunt.
you feel nothing, and it upsets you.
you want to scream and to cry—maybe both—but you can’t, because then you would wake everyone up, and have to explain why you were sitting on the floor with your fingers stuffed in your cunt. oh, and why you were crying over it.
and you freeze, realizing how ridiculous you must look, with tears welling in your eyes and your hand between your legs. “sukuna.” you spit.
“i love it when you say my name with such hatred on your tongue.” he snickers from your left cheek, your entire face heating up.
and your whole body shudders as you feel it at once; the mouth opening up in your right hand—the one nestled between your legs—as a wet muscle drags it’s length up your pussy.
you gasp and clasp your left hand over your mouth, only to have a (near) stroke, when another mouth opens in that hand, a second tongue lapping against your lips.
you withdraw the latter hand, but not the first. “w-what are you doing?” you ask, looking down as the mouth near your cunt forms a cocky smile.
“the sorry excuse of a human couldn’t make you come, so i am instead.” he replies casually, as if he were the best example of a human around.
part of you knows it’s wrong, that it goes completely against your morals and the fact that you were a jujutsu sorcerer (wait, is letting a curse eat you out against the rules?), but you’re frustrated, and it doesn’t seem like a bad idea.
sukuna though, he doesn’t give a shit.
when he starts lapping at your cunt again, your back arches off the wall and you scream, so loud and so sudden, that you have to clamp your next hand over your mouth.
“my, it’s been centuries since i’ve last eaten pussy.” he drawled against you, as you clenched your jaw to stop the moans from breaking through.
you sit back and grind your hips against your hand—his mouth—and he chuckles, “what a greedy little whore.”
you whine and shake your head, pumping your fingers to match the squelching sounds in the room, almost in awe at how fast the curse’s tongue could move.
but when he wraps his tongue around your angry bundle of nerves, you scream yet again, “holy shit!”, and the mouth opens up on the hand over your mouth, a tongue making its way inside to silence you.
“shit, shit- ‘m gonna cum!” you mewl, thrusting your hips faster and faster.. until you loose control of your hand and it lands on the floor.
you’re watching your hand beside you, drenched in your juices, as the mouth on it smirks lazily. “couldn’t have you coming so soon, i’ve barely had any fun.”
you clench your jaw and resist the urge to punch your hand, when your door is thrown open.
the man you currently despise is in the doorway, hair disheveled as if he’d been sleeping, in loose dark gray sweats, and a flimsy shirt that was nearly hanging off his shoulder.
he wears a worried expression, and you realize that from the other room, he must have heard you screaming.
but he takes one look at your position—sitting against the wall, legs spread and juices on the floor.. on your hand, and he seems to piece it together.
he closes the door, locking it, as he crouches down beside you. he’s grinning stupidly, as if he caused the whole thing (he did), eyeing your dripping cunt.
“gah, i should’ve known!” he teases, reaching down and poking your now overstimulated clit. you wince away from the contact, the sensitivity almost hurting. “couldn’t come.. again?”
you open your mouth to speak, but an even snarkier voice cuts you off. “because i wouldn’t let her.”
gojo raises his brow, looking over at the hand that was soaked, the one that seemingly has been between your legs.
he throws his head back, and laughs. “i left you high and dry, so you got a curse to help you?” he’s still going, and you’re wondering how long you could draw out his death, how bad you could make it hurt.
“well, it seems like that didn’t do you much good either.” he points out, standing up and removing his shirt, tossing it on the floor.
your arch your brow at him. “what the fuck are you doing?”
“what does it look like?” he replies, pulling down his sweats to reveal a clearer image of his dick, hard in his boxers. “i’m gonna help you finish.”
“you wish to share my property?” sukuna asks from your cheek, as you sit there, completely baffled and unknowing of what it is you have to say.
“actually, she was already my property before she consumed your finger,” gojo points out. “she’s also a jujutsu sorcerer, so that makes her twice my property.”
he crouches down beside you, before lifting two fingers to your lips. he taps them on your lips, signalling for you to part them. when you do, sukuna cackles from your cheek. “what a whore.” and you would’ve flushed from embarrassment, if not for gojo’s fingers, slowly making their way down your throat.
he pushes them down your throat until you gag, before pulling them back out. “good girl,” he leans in and whispers against your ear, before lowering his fingers and dragging them up your heat. you pry your legs closed and whimper, “’s too much! too much..”, the sensitivity of being edged drastically, twice.
“yeah?” gojo smirks, prying your legs back open. “keep them open.”
“take it, like the good little slut you are.” sukuna growls from your hand, as satoru returns with his fingers, pinching your clit and rolling the bud as you scream, the pain and the pleasure all at once, making it too difficult to distinguish the difference.
satoru takes the flesh of your earlobe between his teeth, rolling it in tempo with your angry overstimulated nerves. you grab hold of his forearm with both your hands, leaning back against the wall and gasping for air.
you feel it coming yet again, the heat building up faster and more intense this time, and you almost say it — i’m cumming! — but you refuse to be denied of release yet again, so you grind down against his fingers, whimpering as you chase the heat.
but when your leg starts to twitch, gojo takes this into account and retreats immediately. you whimper as the coil threatens to disintegrate; angry, you refuse to let go this time, thrusting a finger into your pained cunt and humping it, as gojo watches in awe.
and you’re almost there again, it’s right there, but a mouth opens up on your hand and bites the flesh of your raw, sensitive cunt. you scream, retracting your hands.
gojo grabs your wrists and pins them over your head, face-to-face with you. looking away in embarrassment, you shut your legs.
“you’re that desperate? wanna cum so badly?” he teases, and you gasp when his knee presses against your bare pussy. you nod, pressing down on it, ignoring the raw sensitivity.
“please, please,” you whine, your head fuzzy and your intentions clouded. “need’ta cum so bad,”
“sukuna,” gojo calls out, as an eye opens beneath your own. “what do you think? think she’s had enough, yet?”
“she’s been a good girl,” he draws out, before mouthing something, that you’re physically inable to see.
gojo’s grins spreads, and he nods devilishly. “you’re in for a treat, princess.” and he makes his way down your body, until you can feel his breath on your sex.
your legs tremble as gojo hooks his arms around your thighs, blowing a cool trail of air along your heat, and you hunch over, resisting the urge to squeeze your legs shut, trapping him in the process.
bringing your hands down, you wrap them in his hair and tug, biting down on your bottom lip, as he rolls his tongue against your cunt, before eating.
it’s not patient, and it’s not slow or teasing. it’s quick and desperate, but perfect. he gets all the right spots, but does well at keeping the teeth out of it. you scream again, and there’s no doubt that everyone in down the hall heard.
“am i not enough?” he asks, speaking directly into your cunt when he looks up at you. “you need more?” you whimper pathetically, when another mouth opens up on your hand.
“well then, allow me to be of assistance.” and your hands move on their own, as sukuna takes full control of it. you didn’t even know that was possible.
but it’s all forgotten when you feel two fingers ease into your cunt, and two pairs of tongues begin to lap up your juices. your whole body jolts as you cry out, clamping your legs closed around gojo’s head.
but he denies you, prying open your legs, parting them so far apart to give them enough access. “fuck!” you cry, fat tears running down your cheeks. you grind shamelessly against gojo’s face, against the fingers, against the tongues, you can’t even tell what belongs to who.
you’re too busy trying to remember your name, all thoughts kicked out as you chase the heat that’s building, before you could be denied of it; a fourth time.
“are you coming, pet?” a lower voice asks, one that you assume to be sukuna’s.
you nod sloppily, and your heart jumps when gojo allows you, saying, “go ahead, cum for us.”
and you don’t hesitate, screaming as your back arches, but it’s different this time. “’ts t-too much..” you cry out, tugging on his hair for him to move, before it rips through you.
then your entire body convulses, your legs jerking as an immense flow of liquid squirts from your pussy, the satisfaction too much as you please for it to stop, although it feels so good.
after slumping against the wall, completely tired out, you finally find the strength to open up your eyes, looking down in horror. gojo, with his hair sticking to his face, is completely drenched in your juices, as well as your hand.
“you’re gonna do that again.” he whispers, and you barely catch him before he throws you over your shoulder, and strides across the room to your bed.
“haven’t seen a woman do something like that in ages.” sukuna whistles, as you thump on gojo’s back to put you down. and he does, just on the bed, on your tummy.
you shriek when a large hand is brought down firmly on your ass cheek, and you try to turn your neck around to look at the man behind you, but he slaps your next.
this time, it sends your jolting forward, and your legs clench. “i’m gonna fuck you until you squirt again, i don’t give a shit about how many times i have to do it, you’re going to do that again.”
“b-but i can’t, ‘ts too much..” you sob, as he stands in front of the bed, lifting your hips into the air, and pushing your upperhalf flat against the bed.
“figure it out,” he grunts, slapping your ass. “arch your back, pretty girl.”
and you do just that, shutting your eyes as you wait for him to push in. you strain your neck to look behind you at him, your eyes widening.
“f-forget it!” you cry, shaking your head. “th-that’s not gonna fit!”
his dick stands tall and proud, but it’s so hard, it’s almost purple. the pre-cum oozing out of the tip, and the cum already at his base says that he’s probably been like this since the beginning, an impressive show of his self-control.
but that? that’s going to break you.
“what? you can’t take my dick?” he grins at you, and you shake your head no.
“th-that’s gonna split me in half! y-your cock, it’ll split me in half!” you tremble, a mouth opening up on your cheek.
“now that, seems interesting.” sukuna chuckles darkly, taking control of your hand, and clamping down hard against your mouth. “shut your filthy mouth.”
gojo’s cock will truly break you, and the thought replays over and over in your head, as you squeeze your eyes shut.
your fears are brought to life when your feel his dick slap against your cunt from the back, and you shudder, nearly breaking the arch you were in. “be a good girl and behave.”
and there’s no warning when he pushes into you, slowly easing his girth into your tight cunt.
you turn your face to burry it in the mattress, screaming as your pussy is forced to open for him, loosening up to accommodate his size. “you’re doing great, princess. just like that.” he curses under his breath, and you fist the sheets beneath you.
“’ts too much, toru! t-too much! ‘ts not gonna fit!” you whimper, your eyes rolling back into your head as he keeps pushing in, the only thought revolving in your head being, there’s still more?
you hear him grunt in relief when his hips meet your ass, fully sinked inside of you. “fuck,” he groans, before slowly easing out.
you throw your head back and moan when he thrusts into you again, clinging onto the bed for dear life as he fucks you hard and fast, leaving no time and room for everything else.
“satoru!!” you whine his name, drooling all over the pillow beneath you.
then there’s a knock at the door.
it’s megumi, his voice clouded with sleep. you gasp and bite down onto the pillow to stiffle your moans, turning your head to look at gojo, who had slowed down, but continued to thrust.
“what the fuck are you doing?” you hiss shakily, his lips turning upwards as he meets your ass even faster, and even harder. “answer him, y/n.”
you swallow the lump in your throat. “i-i’m o-ah!” your voice goes high pitched when your hand unwillingly reaches down and toys with your clit, sukuna taking control over it.
“now this, is exciting.” he teases, as he and gojo urge you on to reply to megumi.
“y/n? what was that?” he asks from outside, concern laced into his voice. hell, if only he knew.
“i-i’m good, m-megumi!” you accidentaly shriek, when sukuna takes your bundle of nerves between his teeth, rolling the sensitivity. “i-i’m just on m-my p-period, a-and i have — fuck — really b-bad cramps!”
he goes quiet, before asking, “do you want me to call nobara?”
and you don’t hesitate. “no! no, j-just go to bed!”
nobara wasn’t like megumi, and so she would know the moment you spoke to her. you hear him grunt in approval before he shuffles away, and you release the breath you’ve been holding.
“fuck,” gojo hisses, his eyes shut tight as he watches you take his infuriatingly large dick. “you’re taking my cock so well, such a good whore.”
and you hum in approval, tears welling down your face with all the pleasure. “f-feel so good!” you giggle, mind hazy and mostly empty at this point.
“holy shit- fuck, i’m gonna cum.” he moans, jaw clenching as he throws his head back, his thrusts going sloppy.
his thighs twitch as he shoots his thick, heavy load into you, fucking it in deeper to make sure it stays. “hurry up and squirt you slut, come on!” he urges you on, ignoring the painful overstimulation as he bucks his hips even harder, ripping a scream out of you while sukuna rolls your clit between his teeth.
your entire body jolts, and you squeeze your legs together to try and contain it, but there’s no use. you turn around in time to catch the liquid squirting out around gojo’s cock, and he shouts a curse as he cums once more, moaning as you flutter around his dick, milking him of everything he’s got left.
“fuck fuck fuck fuck!!” you sob, moving your hips back to ride out your orgasm. “give me, give me all! all your cum!” you gasp as he pulls out, collapsing on the bed next to you.
“holy fuck.” gojo sighs in disbelief.
“indeed.” sukuna replies, hand still near your pussy as he laps up the remainder of your juices.