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₊˚✧ ゚. mj (she/her) 24 ♐︎ ♏︎ ♑︎ ɞ˚₊
જ⁀➴ MINORS AND MEN DNI
Participating in the #caitvisports week hehe prompt “ teammates” hehe. Me and @/1maginatif on Twitter about a whole soccer team with the arcane ladies hehe
18+ mdni, collage au, use of marijuana, high sex, blink and you'll miss perv!vi, you smoke while she eats you (feral), spit, stoner!vi that got out of hand. fic directory, requests?
if you recognize this it may be because it's from my previous account aka @vicorices who got deleted out of nowhere, i'm trying to get all my work back up again cause i'm not losing three months of writing. bare with me pls love me back this was good soup back then.
dealer!vi who’s deep down a damn loser when it comes to you, an unmeasured crush that started out when you bought weed for the first time and she got your number under the premise of talking to you whenever she had good stash.
she stares for a good while at her phone after, trying to find out a reason to talk to you without sounding lame, the last time she was so afraid to talk to a girl she was what? sixteen? so fucking lame.
dealer!vi who leaves in the middle of a party cause you texted asking is she was up and well, it's her fault when she's spoiling you rotten, constantly selling to you her very best stuff at a stupid low price: she wants you to keep coming to her, so she makes sure of making an undeniable offer.
she's knocking at your door and it's way to late to be in the streets, standing with her hands shoved inside her jacket as she waits for you to open up.
dealer!vi who's impressed actually by your rolling skills cause how the fuck did you learn how to roll a joint like that? you have such a good technique she finds herself looking at it, fingers in perfect control as they swiftly pour the green from your purple grinder into king-sized pink rolling papers — is it indirect kissing when you're licking the paper and she can visibly see strings of your saliva? must be.
"why suck the strap?" why lay in a warm patch of sun? why admire bird song in the morning? why enjoy a warm soup on a cold day? why do anything that brings you joy???
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MDNI 18+ ⋆˙⟡ OCT 5 ⋆˙⟡ satoru gojo x reader x suguru geto — double penetration
it’s dreadfully silent in the dark room, apart from every sinful little groan, heavy panting and dull creaking of the bed growling from blunt, hurried movements ahead of you. your core hot and throbbing in your panties, a small wet spot at the center that expands every second your eyes linger on them. satoru and suguru writhing in front of you locked in a messy, feverish kiss as geto straddles gojo’s lap. thick meaty thighs glisten with sweat around the other’s waist, knees digging into the mattress while he grinds his bulge down into gojo’s equally stiff erection, separated only by the damp fabric.
heat blooms across your cheeks as you bite back a strangled moan, catching the oversized hand perched on geto’s ass over the cloth. gojo takes the lead, guiding his movements, desperately aching for more of the sweet pressure of suguru’s cock against him. both of them are so handsome like this, heavy flush adorning their features, skin shining with sweat, deep muffled moans and quiet sighs take up the silence while you watch intently. fully mesmerized and enthralled, you fight to hold back your own desperate sounds as the curve of geto’s broad back arches ever so slightly.
his spit slick lips naturally part for gojo’s hot and eager tongue, allowing entry and you can’t help it, the smallest gasp betrays you while you desperately try to memorize it. engraving the picture of black silky bangs pressed against milky white strands as their foreheads meet and their teeth clash, a continuation of eager kisses. tears prick the corners of your eyes, begging to be wiped away but you wouldn’t dare look away and miss a single moment of this.
not when you’re dying to ease the ravenous hunger that twinges between your legs, soaking the only fabric covering your cunt. fists tremble on either side of your hips just itching to put some pressure on your aching clit. your breath hitches the second gojo takes geto’s nipple between his thumb and pointer, teasing little pinches as geto’s blush deepens. his head falls back beautifully, arching further into the touch. it makes the steeping, painful heat in the pit of your stomach start to boil over and your muscles tense, instinctively reaching up to grab at your bare tits. the slight stimulation sends a vicious shiver through you.
a sly grin tugs at geto’s lips, gojo chuckling mockingly right behind him. small shaky fingers of your free hand sneak down your panties, pressing gently on the tender bud and you gasp at the immediate relief but the tears sting at your eyes anyway because you know it’s not enough. not by a long-shot, compared to what you truly desire. and it just so happens to be tangled in front of you all hot, sweaty and demanding. just as quickly your hand is caught in gojo’s, pinned back to your side, wicked grin on his face widening.
“so impatient, already trying to touch yourself?” he taunts, attention now focused on you as he replaces your weak nudges with his long, thick fingers curling under the damp thong to swipe your slit, hissing at the contact.
“my, my, you’re this wet just from watching us?” he continues cruelly and your face reddens, lip caught between your teeth as he fucks two fingers into you mercilessly slow, smiling at the way you twitch upon the entry, whimpering weakly.
“don’t tease her satoru.” geto almost purrs, silky voice barely a whisper. “you know she can’t help it.” he shoots you an insincere closed-mouth smile, feigning sympathy as his hips continue grinding into gojo’s length straining his boxers, both pairs sticky with their arousal.
he crawls from gojo’s lap to lean in between your spread thighs, hooking his fingers around the tiny fabric to drag it down your legs teasingly. mouth hovering over you, his wicked tongue joins gojo’s fingers tortuously unhurried, lapping up your juice with languid swipes up and down. you cry out in pure delight, hips bucking involuntarily as he flicks over your clit. the wet heat of his licks across gojo’s fingers that disappear deep into the sweet bundle of nerves inside you render a helpless little jolt.
“please, too much.. ah—mm,” geto adds his own two fingers, the stretch nearly painful as they fuck you dumb with their hands and mouth alone. gojo leans forward, spit smeared lips latching onto your sore nipple, free hand kneading the plump mound greedily as his teeth graze the tender bud. your back lifts off the sheets, whining helplessly, and his lips make a loud pop sound as he pulls back.
“you got it. have to make sure this tight little hole is prepped for us both, right?” gojo snickers, cerulean pupils blown wide with animalistic hunger as he stares down to where geto moans into your cunt, squelching with every flick of their fingers.
hot tears stain your flushed cheeks. you tug frantically on the long silky black hair within reach, urgently trying to guide his tongue deeper. gojo coos at you with dark eyes, heavy with lust and greed as he glances back and forth from your fucked-out face to where geto’s lips devour your poor pussy, sopping endlessly around all thick digits, fingertips striking your sensitive sweet spot unforgivingly slow.
frustration and voracious desire pierce through you from the swivel of your hips, shoving desperately into the stimulation. you squirm beneath them, casting deep groans muffled into your sex. silky raven bangs tickle your skin, nose bumping your clit as his tongue flattens between your folds, sparks of pleasure flutter through every last one of your nerve endings and the pressure is so intoxicating that you hardly notice the way he pulls back, chin sheen with your arousal, delicate features tinted pink, his eyes narrowed at you glazed with lust.
in his place gojo leans forward feverishly, humming in anticipation like he’s preparing to swallow you whole. his rough gaze locks on you as he teases no more than the tip of his tongue at your entry, humming approvingly as you whine at the contact. snowy lashes flutter shut, free hand palming the tent still straining his boxers, his tongue ruthless in it’s strikes against your bud. the blazing heat deep in your core sears through you. geto chokes on a groan, breathless and quiet beside gojo fixed between your legs, his thick length now wrapped in his palm, gaze fixed where gojo’s tongue fucks your awaiting heat lasciviously, palming at his cock while he savors the taste.
“oh god” you whimper, voice cracking, thighs trembling around the two and another deep chuckle rumbles against your soaked cunt.
“you like that?” his voice is rough, mocking even but his hard-on is throbbing against the wet fabric of his boxers, quick to drop at his ankles before he spreads your thigh wider, calloused fingertips grazing the bare flesh. “bet you can hardly wait for us to split you open.” his tone harsh and he almost growls at the way you twitch to his words, pussy clenching with impatience while he pulls your naked frame into his lap.
the movement forces a wince out of you, the weight of his heavy and swollen dick so close to your awaiting entrance making you shudder. he takes the tip, all angry and red, to tease your sopping warmth before he nudges right in with one swift snap up.
“fuck—so tight,” he rasps into your shoulder and you sob at the sweet intrusion, eyes rolling back after trying to hold geto’s gaze as you sink down every inch. he strokes his heavy, leaking shaft carefully, almost like he’s matching the rhythm of gojo’s hips easing into yours. you reach out weakly, aching to feel him too, somewhere—anywhere. he throws his head back with a shaky gasp, the sweetest, almost nervous laugh punched out of him.
“you really are greedy for us both, aren’t you?” it’s no more than a whisper, a quiet hum as geto teases you. his voice dripping with a far calmer cruelty than gojo’s, who is more demanding and smug in his torment. but geto welcomes your touch nonetheless, guiding your palm to his leaking cock as gojo slams up into you, sharp and brutal.
“oh c’mon—fuck—what’s the matter baby? cat got your tongue?” gojo grits through his teeth as you clench down tight, stealing the air from his lungs and he gives a deep, guttural groan. “you love when we share you like this,” another growl, “mm..yeah you do. can feel it in the way you grip me.” he mutters between breaths, reveling in the way your body reacts before you.
“shut up—ah—please…mmph” you clutch at geto’s shaft, stroking sloppily as you squelch around the fat length dragging deep inside you, tip kissing your special spot with every thrust.
he leans in with fervor, pressing his lips to yours as his tongue rolls between your lips, swallowing every helpless whine that pours out of you when he sneaks a thick digit next to gojo’s cock, your lower belly burning in the spot he molds into. the vice around them spasms at the intrusion, subtle pain melting into bliss as gojo pants beneath you, shaking his head with his eyes squeezed shut—fighting to look anywhere but where your lips connect with geto’s.
“not yet—can’t cum until we’re both—fuck—both balls deep in this tiny thing, right?” his resolve crumbling at the sight of you falling apart above him and lazily stroking geto, so needy and messy together. he watches intently as geto’s pointer pokes at a crevice of space above the shaft and he thumbs at it, spreading your asscheek open to get a better view of the way gojo pistons inside. for a second, gojo can’t believe he’s got the both of you like this. the thought alone of geto’s thick cock rubbing flush against his snug deep inside your vicious grip makes him go lightheaded for a second.
“shit—hah..suguru,” and geto positions himself behind you as if on command, his big cock weighing hot against the slippery heat where you and gojo connect. he lines the head at your entry, smeared in his precum and yours, nudging forward just as gojo’s hips slow. your eyes squeeze closed, tears rolling down your cheeks hot and fast while you yelp out in pain. the stretch dull, overwhelming in the way it hurts so good when he finally squeezes in.
your cries are hushed only by the sweet, tender kisses that gojo presses into you. geto hovers over your back, strong fingers smooth soothing circles into your hipbone as his lips trail down your shoulder. he purrs your name when he eases himself in deeper, bulging veins dragging along gojo’s. he groans at the wet ridges that slowly swallow them together, the delicious pressure of gojo flush against him overwhelming. both twitch violently inside you at the contact.
“shh—ah—you can take it” geto hisses at the incredulous vice, a gush of your slick coats them both squelching obscenely loud. the only thing you can manage are incoherent pleas that fade into gojo’s hot mouth, the two impossibly thick lengths deep inside still to grant you time to adjust, mercifully awaiting your approval to move any further.
satoru thumbs away your tears, tongue tangling with yours distracting and slow. the wet kisses on your back grow messy and the pain dims into a delicious, fulfilling stretch. folds flutter around them in pure greed as you lift up ever so slightly, carefully sinking back down slow, a pitiful squeeze around the overwhelming fullness. it’s only a small movement, but needy all the same so gojo grunts as he lays back with you in his grasp. big hands pause around your small waist, dragging down your skin all the way to the curve of your back.
he dips lower to grab a handful of your plump asscheeks, guiding your cramped cunt up and down the two ridiculously large cocks. exasperated whimpers and sighs escape you, music to both their ears. you’re rewarded immediately with a sharp, demanding shove of geto’s hips as he drools over the sight of his wet shaft flush against gojo’s, disappearing in between your glistening pussy, the skin gripping them both tenaciously and he almost cums right then. your heat squelches loud with every strike, hitting harder against your cervix.
gojo is teetering right at the edge, glancing up at geto, hazy eyes raking down his burly frame leering behind you, scanning down his sweat glistened abs to where his black trail of hair disappears beneath you as he fucks his cock in and out of you right above his own. the sensation sends a hot rush of blood through him, and he curses to himself, jaw clenching. blue eyes squeeze shut and his muscles lock up because he feels geto twitching right against him, locked deep inside your heat together.
and you wouldn’t have it any other way, perfectly stuffed and completely wrecked, lazily grinding up and down. being this full, taking them both and feeling every throbbing inch of them everywhere is like a wet dream come true.
“my god—so tight..so good,” suguru’s sweet voice low and rough, his hips stuttering as he leans into your back, long black locks tickling your skin at the proximity. he fixes an unforgiving pace along satoru’s sharp thrusts, who pants beneath you both and your body goes limp. tits flush against gojo’s chest, nearly at your limit. a tiny puddle of drool collects on his sternum and when he glances down to see the absolute blissed out expression on your face and he almost growls into you.
you dare to reach a trembling hand behind you to claw at geto weakly, desperate to feel him cage you in, trapping you between their heavy weight. he presses another tender kiss into your shoulder, forehead resting on you when the both of them quiver against your spongey ridges, geto moaning so softly into your back as gojo’s breathing goes uneven. chests heaving and bodies shudder as the two men reach their peaks in tandem, deep and throaty groans of delight ring through your ears. creamy hot spurts of cum so thick it spills out around the sides, coating their lengths as you’re dragged up and down.
pussy fluttering around them, milking every last drop with your abused hole. sore, sweaty thighs tremble between them. the delight sears through you like a wash of relief as your lower belly churns, bulging where two cocks poke you deep, your toes curl involuntarily. sweet, high-pitched whines escaping you when your orgasm boils over and you swear in that moment you’ve never felt so good in your life.
sharp sparks of ecstasy strike every nerve in your body as you cum violently. your heart pounds in your chest so hard you it’s the only thing you can hear for a second, vision going white as you whine, lips parted. they coax you through it together. geto cooing down at you, kissing your temple while gojo strokes your hair, smiling contentedly.
“did so good baby, took us like a champ hm?” his praise is sincere, pleased with the cock-drunk glaze of your eyes as you babble on. geto sliding out with a wet smack sound as he collapses beside you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he exhales.
“knew she could do it. our girl was made to take us.” geto whispers into your ear where you lay on gojo, who slides out of you reluctantly. too exhausted to respond, your body twitches against your will, and you muster the last bit of strength you have left to reach for geto’s shoulder. a self-soothing gesture to assure your skin is against them both.
“see, she really is a greedy little thing. isn’t that right?” gojo chuckles, his brisk teasing lacking it’s usual edge as he recovers from the high. you huff in response and geto laughs lightly beside you, already pulling you and gojo both into him.
“maybe so, but who are we to talk?” geto sighs and gojo is more than happy to lean into the touch. he shifts on his side to face you, cuddling around you, slugging his big heavy arm across your frame and geto’s waist. your breathing evens while you feel the two warm inviting bodies wrapped around you go limp, relaxing into you as you drift into sleep. your lips quirk into the tiniest smile, because of course you love to have them both all to yourself. but they love to take you apart together even more.
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MDNI 18+ ⋆˙⟡ KINKTOBER OCT 7 CHOSO KAMO — crying and rimming
it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say your boyfriend choso was a bit of an easy crier. not that it bothered you at all, in fact you absolutely adore him and all of his emotional maturity. in fact it was probably one of the biggest things that drew you to him in the first place.
his unwavering commitment to protecting his loved ones truly admirable, even while he trembles over you, stringy bangs stuck to his forehead, eyebrows knitted together and lips parted with a line of drool as he leers down at your bare pussy glistening beneath him.
choso sighs happily between your spread thighs, admiring the way your cunt drips with sweet arousal as he inches closer to your awaiting heat. long pale fingers dip between the soaked folds curiously and he shudders at the sensation, drawing back to slip his digits between his lips. an approving hum rumbles deep in his chest and he lunges forward, heavy wet tongue sinking into you desperately. his quiet whines are muffled into you, dragging hungry licks up and down your core, flicking right against your tender bud in hurried swipes.
“tastes so—hah—so good.” he barely pulls away, directing his words more to your pussy than you as he fucks his tongue deeper at your entry, gliding around your walls deliciously. he circles to your clit, closing his lips around and sucking like he’s never tasted anything so delicious in his life.
“so good. need more—fuck” he whimpers deep and rough, drawing back to take a long look at your naked frame writhing into the sheets. his eyes are dark and narrowed as they scan you up and down. and the brief pause allows you the slightest glimpse of his thick length straining his sweats with a delicious bulge, accompanied by a small wet spot already staining the fabric. a gargled moan escapes you at the mere sight of him.
slick mixed with his own spit spills out the sides of his mouth, perfect lips tugged into a slight pout when two hands grip your waist, dragging you down the bed closer to him before turning you over on your stomach.
“what are you doing?” your words are breathless, barely a whisper.
“need to taste more,” he dismisses as his fingers hoist your ass up, pulling you impossibly close to his face by your hips. trembling thighs pressed to his chest. before you can even think you feel the warmth of his lips pressing a hungry kiss into your dripping heat again. this time his tongue is more demanding, deep kitten licks up your slit while his thumb spreads you open wider by the plump globe of your ass.
his grasp around you tightens, hard enough to bruise as his nose nudges into your sopping wet core, slowly running his hot tongue from your hole to the skin between both holes. the hot wet muscle drags further up, dipping between your cheeks, earning him a strangled whine when you rock back onto his face at the sensation.
two large palms flatten against the mounds of flesh he kneads apart, making way for a clear shot of both your throbbing cunt leaking in front of him and your abandoned hole puckering greedily between your asscheeks. filthy sounds of smacking and wet squelching overwhelm you, face pressed into the mattress while you squirm in his hold.
“mmph..choso—please” he grunts in acknowledgment, nothing more. your saccharine little moans are muffled into the silk sheets that you claw at for purchase as he continues lapping mercilessly, deep between your ass, sneaking two needy fingers into your pussy. choso groans, deep and throaty as you flutter around him, and he fixes an unforgiving pace when his breathing deepens, cock twitching aggressively in his pants while he revels in the taste of you.
“mmgh..you taste so sweet—god.” he moans between breaths, releasing one hand from its grip on your skin and pulling his angry cock free from the damp fabric to wrap his fingers around the length. choso groans into you, stroking the ridiculously thick and long shaft while he breathes in deep with his mouth hot and unrelenting over your holes.
the sound of you overwhelms all of his senses, zeroing in on the delightful moans and shaky sighs he coaxes out of you. your skin warm and slick with sweat while you grind your hips into him helplessly. his free hand fucking you on his fingers fast, deliberate and precise with every curl against your sensitive spot, the pressure of his tongue flicking your clit and gliding between your ass drives you closer to the edge. you can do no more than sob into the mattress while he takes you apart.
his dick throbs in his hand, tip angry and red with a thick drop of precum that trickles down the veins bulging in his grip. biceps flex under the force of his movements, fingers stretching deeper along the wet ridges of your cunt and when he feels you sucking him in, squeezing around the digits covetously it makes choso snap. he fixes both hands around the round of your cheeks again as he lunges his face deeper, spreading the skin slowly.
“please—cum on my tongue—hnngh—let it out for me,” choso rasps into your sex, the sound of his broken voice intensifying the deep coil in your lower belly. it burns like fire through you as you cry out, hazy eyes rolling back, and you hiccup as the tension snaps, your thighs trembling with exhaustion. he guides you by a firm handful of your asscheek impossibly closer to his wicked mouth. the movement possessive and rough, your orgasm tears through fast as you grind back sloppily onto his tongue. he hums into your raw heat, finishing with a string of quiet moans.
delighted with the taste of your release coating the entire lower half of his face, he breaks away panting. sweat slick chest rising and falling as he embraces you, turning you on your back to lock eyes with you and he’s met with a needy little gasp that slips once you catch sight of the tears threatening his lashes. you almost choke on your spit coming down from the high. choso looks absolutely heavenly like this.
glossy pupils blown wide with insatiable hunger, a rosy hue accompanying the black blood mark stretched across the bridge of his nose, big burly arms caging you in as he leans forward to kiss you, all while lining himself up with your aching entry. smeared in the cream of both your orgasms, his tip starts an absolutely delicious stretch. his head falls into your chest, desperately trying to fight the urge to cum again right then halfway inside.
then you moan softly into him, high-pitched and drawn out as the heavy weight of his cock drags deep inside you. soft rubbery walls clamp around the intrusion tight.
“oh god.” choso grits, his jaw clenched as he hides his face in your chest distractingly latching his lips around your nipple. his hips draw back slightly, enough so you can feel the way it splits you open as he slams back in slow, unforgivingly. tiny incoherent murmurs are heard from above his head, bubbling low in your chest where he trails hot, needy kisses down your neck and collarbone.
“gonna—gonna cum again,” you hiccup through every languid thrust forward. choso sits up hurried, the brute force of his hips making your tits bounce beautifully as your sweet spot is pummeled into. the tears stinging choso’s low and lidded eyes finally betray him at the sight of you, running down his cheeks hot, the frustrated pout on his lips deepening as his head falls back.
“c-choso...mmm—you okay?” you pant out, fighting to sound coherent enough for your boyfriend to understand. he only hums in response, tears flowing endlessly through closed eyes. he slaps a big hand over his face with a sniffle, cock spasming deep inside your vice.
“you’re so tight.” he sniffles, “just—just feels so good—aah” he whines, breath ragged and had it not been for the way he was spearing into your cervix you would’ve giggled. but your laugh breaks into a high moan right as his cockhead kisses that sweet spot, so deep inside you that it bulges from your lower belly.
you can’t respond, mind slipping into a cockdrunk headspace so you tangle your fingers in his damp hair, rubbing his head soothingly while he leans closer. his breathing goes uneven, the sweet, delighted little whimpers of yours sending sharp jolts of pleasure down his spine. he can’t help the guttural groan pressed into your skin at the sweet sensation of your tight cunt gushing around him as you finish for the second time violently.
choso nips at the buds of your tits, tears still staining his cheeks as his peak hits him, ripping through him like an otherworldly force. his eyes are puffy with fresh tears while overwhelming pleasure sears through every inch of him. slowed, sloppy strokes grow lazy while he twitches balls deep inside, pumping you full of his seed while your ankles press flat into his hips, nails dragging up his back muscles flexing beneath your palms. it’s all too much but you can’t get enough.
choso moans deeply and softly while his body shudders, overcome with pleasure and you think he might cry again when you crawl on top of him. kissing and nipping at his neck tenderly all while you position his twitching cock back at your sopping cunt. he makes a lewd sound close to a whimper as he slams your hips back down to the hilt in agreement, fully ready for more.
this is me 12 hours before my shift
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sorcerer satoru gojo x kagema suguru geto (18+)
cw: sex work
“surprised to see you here again so soon satoru.” the name slips off his tongue like a purr, playfully taunting the familiar white-haired man lingering near the edge of the bed with a childlike pout. suguru lays on his side, head perched on his hand eyeing him curiously.
satoru appears unamused, furrowed brows beneath his mask softening under suguru’s gaze. his usual cocky grin is replaced with a look of frustration. suguru briefly wonders what’s on his mind, tempted to ask but the thought is swallowed down as he pats the empty space on the mattress, offering a gentle invitation. he reminds himself it isn’t part of his job getting involved in anyone’s business regardless of his genuine concern. satoru obliges and plops on the bed, fingers curling into the dark fabric around his eyes to drag down his mask, letting it hang around his neck.
the reveal is almost startling, brilliant sapphire eyes sunken with dark circles, an indication of his exhaustion and a tired sigh slips past his lips. suguru shifts closer to push back ivory strands of hair and start kneading his shoulders, instantly met with thick knots of tension.
“what’s got you so tense?” thumbs press circles into the muscle, gently massaging while he scans satoru up and down noticing the way his breathing evens as he relaxes into the touch. a hand comes down to the bottom of satoru’s black muscle tee, tugging the fabric forward and releasing to watch it smack the stiff abs underneath. satoru contemplates his response, wondering whether or not it makes a difference.
“just the usual. nothing that pretty mouth of yours can’t fix.” he answers with a quiet hum, voice dipping into a seductive grumble while he watches suguru sink to his knees in front of him. fingers tease the curve of his hardening bulge through his slacks, a sultry smirk finding its way onto suguru’s lips.
“care to talk about it?” the button of satoru’s pants is already coming undone, tugged down to his hips. suguru doesn’t waste time getting started, nor does he wait for a response. his hand strokes the thick length free from the cloth, pretty pink tip already leaking with a pearly drop of excitement.
the sight is unforgettable to the say the least, suguru tying back jet black strands into a cute half bun before he guides satoru’s aching cock to his lips. suguru wants to laugh at the sweet little sigh it draws out of him, head falling back immediately when he’s met with the warmth of suguru’s mouth, tongue dragging up every bulging vein he’s downright memorized from how often he has him down his throat. the sorcerer shivers.
“if i’m being honest—” he clenches his jaw mid-sentence like he’s trying to bite back the noises begging to come out. “fuck, i just—i have to deal with a bunch of incompetent oldheads—ah.”
his train of thought gets lost in the hallows of suguru’s mouth, igniting a deep and nagging flame in the pit of his stomach that sharpens with every kitten lick up his shaft. his lips part, long legs spread wide and a large hand rests on suguru’s nape, guiding him closer through broken groans. satoru exhales through his nose, fluffy lashes fluttering shut as he surrenders to the sensation, ridding his mind of all worries to concentrate on the sweet heat swamping his senses. long silky hair cascades down suguru’s shoulders, bangs bouncing slightly with every bob of his head while he tries to take more of him, all of him deep in his mouth.
slender fingers slide down from the base of satoru’s thick cock, grazing his balls before squeezing gently, just the way he likes it. suguru hums in contentment, his own length straining his briefs pathetically when a strangled moan slips from satoru, ruining him for all he’s worth with no more than his tongue.
filthy sounds of smacking and wet squelching fill the space as his cheeks hallow, sucking down with unrelenting enthusiasm. he feels the thick cockhead kissing the back of his throat with every uncontrollable grind up of satoru’s hips. he glances back down at the beautiful man devouring him whole.
the thoughts plaguing the sorcerer’s mind moments early are quickly forgotten, his vision going blurry as suguru’s throat constricts around him taking no break for a breath. his lips now swollen and red, slick with satoru’s precum. lashes fan his cheeks, accompanied by a rosy flush while sweat beads at his hairline. the sight leaves satoru breathless, unable to help himself when he reaches forward once more to brush back dark bangs from suguru’s eyes. fingertips linger on his flushed cheek. satoru blinks down at him through lidded eyes glossed with hunger and something unreadable… something reminiscent of affection as his irises blow wide when he catches a glimpse of the tent in suguru’s robe.
“fuck. so warm—so…beautiful,” satoru groans, deep and gravelly when suguru finally looks up at him from where he sits between his thighs. it’s heavenly the way lust drips from his pupils alone, smooth sultry little moans muffled around satoru, throbbing hot and heavy on his tongue. satoru sighs exasperated and impatient, like he’s using every last inch of his godly strength to not cum right then and there.
not yet, he thinks. he wants to savor this, he loves every second of it. watching the way suguru takes him to the hilt, his hot tongue sliding across the head, lips wrapped around him tight and bucking his hips up where he sits. almost like he’s chasing his own release. in this moment satoru basks in the pleasure, no longer just the world’s strongest sorcerer but a man who succumbs to the comfort of a familiar lover’s touch. he’s unguarded, infinity down just so he can feel all of suguru in every nerve ending that makes up his body.
“suguru,” he whispers like a prayer, dragging out every syllable as if he’s about to ask for something forbidden. he doesn’t finish his sentence, only waits for suguru to pause and look up at him so sweetly, searching for a sign of discomfort at the sudden disruption.
suguru doesn’t sense any discernment. instead he’s met with a shy smile, something unfamiliar. bashfulness is the last thing he thought he’d ever see on satoru. but he catches it in the way his gaze softens, and his bottom lip twitches. suguru tries desperately to deny it like that would change the way his heart starts to race and his palms clam up.
his instincts tell him to reject it. to remind himself that this is no more than his highest paying customer who comes to the brothel for alleviation. nothing more and nothing less. but when he looks into those eyes staring down at him so tenderly, large calloused hands caressing his cheek before twirling a dark strand of hair, suguru’s breath hitches. the hand on his jaw tightens gently, slowly guiding the other closer to his face as he inches forward.
for a split second, the world stops spinning and the heavy weight harboring satoru dissipates into suguru’s lips. the moment is fleeting, where nothing else matters besides his mouth hovering over suguru’s. for just a brief moment in time, satoru is no longer the strongest but a man lovestruck, unfamiliar with this newfound vulnerability.
suguru feels the weight of his chest growing heavier, fighting against every nerve in his body that wants him to close the space between them. but suguru doesn’t kiss any of his customers. it’s his only rule, a nonnegotiable he placed the moment he started this job. it serves as insurance that nobody ever gets the wrong idea, more in consideration for others than himself since he isn’t one to get attached. not usually. he heeds to this consistently, bending the rules for no one.
but as satoru brings a thumb down to drag over his bottom lip, suguru’s blush deepens and he realizes the rules never applied to him, the only one he would ever willingly make an exception for. so he lunges forward, met with the inviting warmth of plump lips.
satoru welcomes the kiss with a sigh of relief, instantly cupping suguru’s cheeks to deepen the kiss with so much urgency you’d think he waited his entire life for this very moment. a quiet whimper escapes, and satoru uses it to sink his tongue inside with ease coaxing more sweet sounds out of suguru with every drag of the muscle. the kiss is desperate, teeth clashing and restless touching.
suguru draws back breathless, trying to recover his composure but he’s far too gone. crumbling at the hands of the man looming over him with a heavy gaze, panting as he drags suguru onto his lap. lips drag softly over his collarbone, tender kisses trailing from his neck to his shoulder. teeth sink into the exposed skin, hard enough to leave a mark before kissing the sting away.
“satoru..” he mewls, ardent desire dripping from his voice.
“don’t say anything—just let me—make you feel good.” satoru thumbs at suguru’s robe, slowly pulling the fabric down further as he continues his trail of kisses on every inch of skin exposed to the cool air. he takes a deep breath, glancing down at the broad frame shivering before him, that infamous smirk finally reaching his lips when he watches suguru’s nipples stiffen. he catches one between his thumb, flicking gently and leaning forward to nip at his neck.
“don’t-don’t tease me.” suguru warns, though his voice breaks into a strangled moan when his bud is caught between teeth. the sorcerer giggles around skin, fixing his hand in the long obsidian strands tied up. he doesn’t tug, doesn’t move, just tangles his fingers in the locks with a groan. he sucks down harder, greedily, pulling off with a wet pop.
“can’t help it. you get so needy when i tease you.”
suguru doesnt get a chance to argue. satoru sees to it the moment he guides him onto the bed again, tearing off the remnants of his robe and boxers before turning him on his stomach to settle between the captivating splay of his thighs.
“wh-what are you doing?” his answer comes with a reassuring kiss pressed to his entry, bare and spread wide in a firm grip before a slick tongue sinks into him. “ah! satoru!”
satoru growls into his heat, a sound mixed with pleasure and approval while tightening his grip on the plump mound of suguru’s ass to guide him impossibly closer to his oh so eager mouth. soft little moans break from suguru’s lips, and satoru keens against him, savoring the sweet sounds he coaxes from him with every swipe of his wicked tongue. it’s then suguru realizes that satoru’s ultimate form of pleasure is just this, taking him apart and putting him back together all on his own. he feels it in the way his fingers dig into his skin, holding him tight against his face. suguru clings to the pillow within reach, meaty thighs already trembling around satoru’s waist.
satoru fears he’d finish right then, groaning deep and low while suguru arches beautifully beneath his touch. he urges himself deeper, nose flush against his skin as sounds of squelching linger from where he consumes the man squirming weakly in his hold. suguru whimpers, hair tousled and hands shaking for purchase in the sheets when a long finger slips inside to join his tongue, curling in tortuously slow while suguru twitches around him.
“s-so good” suguru’s left a babbling mess, surrendering himself to the deep and gnawing coil in the pit of his stomach, desperately grinding his hips back onto satoru’s face.
“yeah, you like that sugu? hmm?” satoru taunts him playfully, adding another finger and striking right against his sweet spot punching a garbled moan out of the raven haired man. satoru grins cheekily, pulling back just enough to take in the filthy sight before him. suguru spread wide, tight and awaiting hole winking at him in pure greed while dribbles of spit leak down his thick thighs.
“please, m-more!” he whines in response, shaking his hips in tantalizing circles, aching for more. satoru hovers over suguru, lips brushing the shell of his ear before catching it between his teeth, nipping the flesh with care. he aligns himself at suguru’s sopping entry, nudging past the rim with a nasty squelch.
“oh!” suguru sobs, cheek squished into the bed, eyes fluttering shut, drool dampening a dark spot into the pillowcase as satoru eases himself inside. every wet drag of his length stretches him deeper, and it hurts so good, sending ripples of pleasure down his spine.
“just like that sugu, you can take it.” satoru grunts through gritted teeth, fighting every nerve in his body to not cum inside him on the spot. but he wouldn’t dare ruin this or cut it short. not when he’s dreamt of splitting him open on his cock from the very moment he started visiting the brothel. so he closes his eyes, and he drops his forehead to the dip between suguru’s broad shoulders, leering over him and ghosting his lips over sweat slick skin. he sinks his teeth into the bare flesh, guaranteed bite marks left in its wake right as he buries himself to the hilt.
saccharine moans come spilling out of them both, lost in the raw intimacy and arousal consuming them whole. satoru waits patiently for suguru to adjust, pressing chaste kisses up his back in distraction, careful not to hurt him while his breathing goes ragged.
“can i move?” he practically begs through shaky breaths, fingers stroking silky obsidian strands and suguru nods, weak but sincere. satoru tightens his grip in his hair slightly, slowly drawing back to ensure suguru feels it, every last throbbing inch of him before slamming back inside with a strangled groan.
the movement isn’t rough but presice, angry cockhead kissing his prostate deliciously and suguru melts. his whole body goes limp, dropping his weight into the sheets held together only by the strongest pair of arms. honeyed whines and whispers of satoru satoru satoru snap something deep inside the sorcerer, all remnants of composure gone as he starts a cruel pace. he slams his hips in and out, each stroke delivered with a mean, wet slapping sound of skin. he steals the air from suguru’s lungs with every thrust, punching the breathiest little whines out of him.
“you feel—fuck—feels so good suguru.” the praise sends him straight over the edge, that tight coil in his stomach snapping as he cums violently with a choked symphony of soft moans. satoru’s hips are unrelenting, fucking him through his orgasm breathing deep into the crook of suguru’s neck. he stutters inside, cock twitching beneath the vice that sucks him in place. he’s dangerously close to his own demise, his thrusts growing sloppy and frantic as he continues kissing the slope of suguru’s shoulder.
“satoru—please—nngh—t-too much!” the plea is satoru’s breaking point, dignity crumbling beneath him as he fills suguru with his cum. milky streaks paint his insides white, plugging every drop deep inside with glossy eyes rolling back and swollen lips parted. satoru finally stills. heavy breathing and a crude squelching fills the silence as he slips himself out to slump beside suguru.
suguru turns to face satoru, eyes widening slightly when he’s met with a sweet, content smile, decorated with a pink flush meeting his gaze. he tells himself to look away, unable to bear the weight of his feelings when he looks in those sparkling eyes. but the thought is silenced instantly the moment a heavy hand cups his cheek, satoru leaning in to kiss him once more. this time it’s not as urgent. instead it’s slow, passionate, worth a thousand unspoken words.
suguru eases into the kiss and reaches up to wrap a hand around satoru’s nape urging his mouth closer, tongue slipping past lips and dragging against teeth. the taste of him settles on his buds, sparks of arousal trickling through him all over again. he breaks away panting, palm pressed against satoru’s chest to catch his breath.
satoru wraps a burly arm around suguru, clutching him to his chest and presses a kiss to his forehead. suguru hums in delight. all the tension he felt in satoru earlier long gone, replaced with quiet sighs of relief and more kisses as an expression of gratitude.
suguru feels his eyes grow heavy with exhaustion, his breath evening out while his body relaxes into satoru’s and he realizes that satoru gojo was never just the strongest to him. he was always more than a regular who showed up looking for a temporary fix for the pressure of his burdens. and with this last thought his lashes flutter shut, slipping into a blissful sleep in the arms of his lover.
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i’ve unironically had the worst week of my life so i’m sorry this is buns. request by my freak bestie @sevibloom i might edit after posting when i have time but idk
sorcerer satoru gojo x kagema suguru geto (18+)
cw: sex work
“surprised to see you here again so soon satoru.” the name slips off his tongue like a purr, playfully taunting the familiar white-haired man lingering near the edge of the bed with a childlike pout. suguru lays on his side, head perched on his hand eyeing him curiously.
satoru appears unamused, furrowed brows beneath his mask softening under suguru’s gaze. his usual cocky grin is replaced with a look of frustration. suguru briefly wonders what’s on his mind, tempted to ask but the thought is swallowed down as he pats the empty space on the mattress, offering a gentle invitation. he reminds himself it isn’t part of his job getting involved in anyone’s business regardless of his genuine concern. satoru obliges and plops on the bed, fingers curling into the dark fabric around his eyes to drag down his mask, letting it hang around his neck.
the reveal is almost startling, brilliant sapphire eyes sunken with dark circles, an indication of his exhaustion and a tired sigh slips past his lips. suguru shifts closer to push back ivory strands of hair and start kneading his shoulders, instantly met with thick knots of tension.
“what’s got you so tense?” thumbs press circles into the muscle, gently massaging while he scans satoru up and down noticing the way his breathing evens as he relaxes into the touch. a hand comes down to the bottom of satoru’s black muscle tee, tugging the fabric forward and releasing to watch it smack the stiff abs underneath. satoru contemplates his response, wondering whether or not it makes a difference.
“just the usual. nothing that pretty mouth of yours can’t fix.” he answers with a quiet hum, voice dipping into a seductive grumble while he watches suguru sink to his knees in front of him. fingers tease the curve of his hardening bulge through his slacks, a sultry smirk finding its way onto suguru’s lips.
“care to talk about it?” the button of satoru’s pants is already coming undone, tugged down to his hips. suguru doesn’t waste time getting started, nor does he wait for a response. his hand strokes the thick length free from the cloth, pretty pink tip already leaking with a pearly drop of excitement.
the sight is unforgettable to the say the least, suguru tying back jet black strands into a cute half bun before he guides satoru’s aching cock to his lips. suguru wants to laugh at the sweet little sigh it draws out of him, head falling back immediately when he’s met with the warmth of suguru’s mouth, tongue dragging up every bulging vein he’s downright memorized from how often he has him down his throat. the sorcerer shivers.
“if i’m being honest—” he clenches his jaw mid-sentence like he’s trying to bite back the noises begging to come out. “fuck, i just—i have to deal with a bunch of incompetent oldheads—ah.”
his train of thought gets lost in the hallows of suguru’s mouth, igniting a deep and nagging flame in the pit of his stomach that sharpens with every kitten lick up his shaft. his lips part, long legs spread wide and a large hand rests on suguru’s nape, guiding him closer through broken groans. satoru exhales through his nose, fluffy lashes fluttering shut as he surrenders to the sensation, ridding his mind of all worries to concentrate on the sweet heat swamping his senses. long silky hair cascades down suguru’s shoulders, bangs bouncing slightly with every bob of his head while he tries to take more of him, all of him deep in his mouth.
slender fingers slide down from the base of satoru’s thick cock, grazing his balls before squeezing gently, just the way he likes it. suguru hums in contentment, his own length straining his briefs pathetically when a strangled moan slips from satoru, ruining him for all he’s worth with no more than his tongue.
filthy sounds of smacking and wet squelching fill the space as his cheeks hallow, sucking down with unrelenting enthusiasm. he feels the thick cockhead kissing the back of his throat with every uncontrollable grind up of satoru’s hips. he glances back down at the beautiful man devouring him whole.
the thoughts plaguing the sorcerer’s mind moments early are quickly forgotten, his vision going blurry as suguru’s throat constricts around him taking no break for a breath. his lips now swollen and red, slick with satoru’s precum. lashes fan his cheeks, accompanied by a rosy flush while sweat beads at his hairline. the sight leaves satoru breathless, unable to help himself when he reaches forward once more to brush back dark bangs from suguru’s eyes. fingertips linger on his flushed cheek. satoru blinks down at him through lidded eyes glossed with hunger and something unreadable… something reminiscent of affection as his irises blow wide when he catches a glimpse of the tent in suguru’s robe.
“fuck. so warm—so…beautiful,” satoru groans, deep and gravelly when suguru finally looks up at him from where he sits between his thighs. it’s heavenly the way lust drips from his pupils alone, smooth sultry little moans muffled around satoru, throbbing hot and heavy on his tongue. satoru sighs exasperated and impatient, like he’s using every last inch of his godly strength to not cum right then and there.
not yet, he thinks. he wants to savor this, he loves every second of it. watching the way suguru takes him to the hilt, his hot tongue sliding across the head, lips wrapped around him tight and bucking his hips up where he sits. almost like he’s chasing his own release. in this moment satoru basks in the pleasure, no longer just the world’s strongest sorcerer but a man who succumbs to the comfort of a familiar lover’s touch. he’s unguarded, infinity down just so he can feel all of suguru in every nerve ending that makes up his body.
“suguru,” he whispers like a prayer, dragging out every syllable as if he’s about to ask for something forbidden. he doesn’t finish his sentence, only waits for suguru to pause and look up at him so sweetly, searching for a sign of discomfort at the sudden disruption.
suguru doesn’t sense any discernment. instead he’s met with a shy smile, something unfamiliar. bashfulness is the last thing he thought he’d ever see on satoru. but he catches it in the way his gaze softens, and his bottom lip twitches. suguru tries desperately to deny it like that would change the way his heart starts to race and his palms clam up.
his instincts tell him to reject it. to remind himself that this is no more than his highest paying customer who comes to the brothel for alleviation. nothing more and nothing less. but when he looks into those eyes staring down at him so tenderly, large calloused hands caressing his cheek before twirling a dark strand of hair, suguru’s breath hitches. the hand on his jaw tightens gently, slowly guiding the other closer to his face as he inches forward.
for a split second, the world stops spinning and the heavy weight harboring satoru dissipates into suguru’s lips. the moment is fleeting, where nothing else matters besides his mouth hovering over suguru’s. for just a brief moment in time, satoru is no longer the strongest but a man lovestruck, unfamiliar with this newfound vulnerability.
suguru feels the weight of his chest growing heavier, fighting against every nerve in his body that wants him to close the space between them. but suguru doesn’t kiss any of his customers. it’s his only rule, a nonnegotiable he placed the moment he started this job. it serves as insurance that nobody ever gets the wrong idea, more in consideration for others than himself since he isn’t one to get attached. not usually. he heeds to this consistently, bending the rules for no one.
but as satoru brings a thumb down to drag over his bottom lip, suguru’s blush deepens and he realizes the rules never applied to him, the only one he would ever willingly make an exception for. so he lunges forward, met with the inviting warmth of plump lips.
satoru welcomes the kiss with a sigh of relief, instantly cupping suguru’s cheeks to deepen the kiss with so much urgency you’d think he waited his entire life for this very moment. a quiet whimper escapes, and satoru uses it to sink his tongue inside with ease coaxing more sweet sounds out of suguru with every drag of the muscle. the kiss is desperate, teeth clashing and restless touching.
suguru draws back breathless, trying to recover his composure but he’s far too gone. crumbling at the hands of the man looming over him with a heavy gaze, panting as he drags suguru onto his lap. lips drag softly over his collarbone, tender kisses trailing from his neck to his shoulder. teeth sink into the exposed skin, hard enough to leave a mark before kissing the sting away.
“satoru..” he mewls, ardent desire dripping from his voice.
“don’t say anything—just let me—make you feel good.” satoru thumbs at suguru’s robe, slowly pulling the fabric down further as he continues his trail of kisses on every inch of skin exposed to the cool air. he takes a deep breath, glancing down at the broad frame shivering before him, that infamous smirk finally reaching his lips when he watches suguru’s nipples stiffen. he catches one between his thumb, flicking gently and leaning forward to nip at his neck.
“don’t-don’t tease me.” suguru warns, though his voice breaks into a strangled moan when his bud is caught between teeth. the sorcerer giggles around skin, fixing his hand in the long obsidian strands tied up. he doesn’t tug, doesn’t move, just tangles his fingers in the locks with a groan. he sucks down harder, greedily, pulling off with a wet pop.
“can’t help it. you get so needy when i tease you.”
suguru doesnt get a chance to argue. satoru sees to it the moment he guides him onto the bed again, tearing off the remnants of his robe and boxers before turning him on his stomach to settle between the captivating splay of his thighs.
“wh-what are you doing?” his answer comes with a reassuring kiss pressed to his entry, bare and spread wide in a firm grip before a slick tongue sinks into him. “ah! satoru!”
satoru growls into his heat, a sound mixed with pleasure and approval while tightening his grip on the plump mound of suguru’s ass to guide him impossibly closer to his oh so eager mouth. soft little moans break from suguru’s lips, and satoru keens against him, savoring the sweet sounds he coaxes from him with every swipe of his wicked tongue. it’s then suguru realizes that satoru’s ultimate form of pleasure is just this, taking him apart and putting him back together all on his own. he feels it in the way his fingers dig into his skin, holding him tight against his face. suguru clings to the pillow within reach, meaty thighs already trembling around satoru’s waist.
satoru fears he’d finish right then, groaning deep and low while suguru arches beautifully beneath his touch. he urges himself deeper, nose flush against his skin as sounds of squelching linger from where he consumes the man squirming weakly in his hold. suguru whimpers, hair tousled and hands shaking for purchase in the sheets when a long finger slips inside to join his tongue, curling in tortuously slow while suguru twitches around him.
“s-so good” suguru’s left a babbling mess, surrendering himself to the deep and gnawing coil in the pit of his stomach, desperately grinding his hips back onto satoru’s face.
“yeah, you like that sugu? hmm?” satoru taunts him playfully, adding another finger and striking right against his sweet spot punching a garbled moan out of the raven haired man. satoru grins cheekily, pulling back just enough to take in the filthy sight before him. suguru spread wide, tight and awaiting hole winking at him in pure greed while dribbles of spit leak down his thick thighs.
“please, m-more!” he whines in response, shaking his hips in tantalizing circles, aching for more. satoru hovers over suguru, lips brushing the shell of his ear before catching it between his teeth, nipping the flesh with care. he aligns himself at suguru’s sopping entry, nudging past the rim with a nasty squelch.
“oh!” suguru sobs, cheek squished into the bed, eyes fluttering shut, drool dampening a dark spot into the pillowcase as satoru eases himself inside. every wet drag of his length stretches him deeper, and it hurts so good, sending ripples of pleasure down his spine.
“just like that sugu, you can take it.” satoru grunts through gritted teeth, fighting every nerve in his body to not cum inside him on the spot. but he wouldn’t dare ruin this or cut it short. not when he’s dreamt of splitting him open on his cock from the very moment he started visiting the brothel. so he closes his eyes, and he drops his forehead to the dip between suguru’s broad shoulders, leering over him and ghosting his lips over sweat slick skin. he sinks his teeth into the bare flesh, guaranteed bite marks left in its wake right as he buries himself to the hilt.
saccharine moans come spilling out of them both, lost in the raw intimacy and arousal consuming them whole. satoru waits patiently for suguru to adjust, pressing chaste kisses up his back in distraction, careful not to hurt him while his breathing goes ragged.
“can i move?” he practically begs through shaky breaths, fingers stroking silky obsidian strands and suguru nods, weak but sincere. satoru tightens his grip in his hair slightly, slowly drawing back to ensure suguru feels it, every last throbbing inch of him before slamming back inside with a strangled groan.
the movement isn’t rough but presice, angry cockhead kissing his prostate deliciously and suguru melts. his whole body goes limp, dropping his weight into the sheets held together only by the strongest pair of arms. honeyed whines and whispers of satoru satoru satoru snap something deep inside the sorcerer, all remnants of composure gone as he starts a cruel pace. he slams his hips in and out, each stroke delivered with a mean, wet slapping sound of skin. he steals the air from suguru’s lungs with every thrust, punching the breathiest little whines out of him.
“you feel—fuck—feels so good suguru.” the praise sends him straight over the edge, that tight coil in his stomach snapping as he cums violently with a choked symphony of soft moans. satoru’s hips are unrelenting, fucking him through his orgasm breathing deep into the crook of suguru’s neck. he stutters inside, cock twitching beneath the vice that sucks him in place. he’s dangerously close to his own demise, his thrusts growing sloppy and frantic as he continues kissing the slope of suguru’s shoulder.
“satoru—please—nngh—t-too much!” the plea is satoru’s breaking point, dignity crumbling beneath him as he fills suguru with his cum. milky streaks paint his insides white, plugging every drop deep inside with glossy eyes rolling back and swollen lips parted. satoru finally stills. heavy breathing and a crude squelching fills the silence as he slips himself out to slump beside suguru.
suguru turns to face satoru, eyes widening slightly when he’s met with a sweet, content smile, decorated with a pink flush meeting his gaze. he tells himself to look away, unable to bear the weight of his feelings when he looks in those sparkling eyes. but the thought is silenced instantly the moment a heavy hand cups his cheek, satoru leaning in to kiss him once more. this time it’s not as urgent. instead it’s slow, passionate, worth a thousand unspoken words.
suguru eases into the kiss and reaches up to wrap a hand around satoru’s nape urging his mouth closer, tongue slipping past lips and dragging against teeth. the taste of him settles on his buds, sparks of arousal trickling through him all over again. he breaks away panting, palm pressed against satoru’s chest to catch his breath.
satoru wraps a burly arm around suguru, clutching him to his chest and presses a kiss to his forehead. suguru hums in delight. all the tension he felt in satoru earlier long gone, replaced with quiet sighs of relief and more kisses as an expression of gratitude.
suguru feels his eyes grow heavy with exhaustion, his breath evening out while his body relaxes into satoru’s and he realizes that satoru gojo was never just the strongest to him. he was always more than a regular who showed up looking for a temporary fix for the pressure of his burdens. and with this last thought his lashes flutter shut, slipping into a blissful sleep in the arms of his lover.
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i’ve unironically had the worst week of my life so i’m sorry this is buns. request by my freak bestie @sevibloom i might edit after posting when i have time but idk
18+ MDNI — your boyfriend satoru wants to watch you get stretched out by his best friend suguru.
suguru mentioned once as a joke that only someone as perverted as satoru would get off on watching someone else fuck his girlfriend. it was sarcastic and brief, dismissed quickly enough that you hadn’t thought about it since. not until now, when he comes home with a very flustered suguru at his side and drops you his new million dollar idea: letting him watch you fuck yourself on his best friend’s cock.
at first you’re apprehensive, cursing yourself for ever entertaining him and his suggestions to “spice things up” as if it needed anymore to begin with. your boyfriend satoru is anything but boring in bed. but the way satoru stares up at you (after successfully moving the conversation to the bedroom) using those snowy lashes and sparkling eyes topped off with a dumb little pout, and his equally gorgeous friend beside him on the bed with a cute little flush on his cheeks… how could you possibly say no?
“okay, fine.” you huff in agreement, a frivolous attempt to mask the excitement igniting deep in your core. satoru beams up at you from his place in your lap.
“woohoo! that’s my girl,” he hums before sitting up to kiss you sweetly. quickly, he turns to suguru and pats him on the shoulder encouragingly with a faint smirk. he walks over to your desk chair dragging it in front of the bed. your skin clams up and your heart starts to race with anticipation.
“go on then. you don’t need help getting started do you?” he taunts with a giggle, staring at you and suguru expectantly.
“shut up.” you’re already crawling closer to suguru, stopping between his splayed thighs where you’re pleased to be met with the tent pitched in his sweatpants.
he leans back further against the headboard as your hands come down to squeeze at the bulge. the tiniest quiver of his lips betrays him, encouraging you to press harder while his dick pulses in his briefs. another quiet moan, and your irises blow wide in pure hunger. your panties dampen to the sweet melodic sounds, hushed but unmistakable all the same.
“this okay?” you smile up at him, pressing your palms to his clothed chest, thick muscles flinching at the contact but he nods back at you eagerly. after all, he agreed to come along for this. and it’s not like you hadn’t seen the way his eyes scanned up and down your body, wearing no more than a tiny tank top and small shorts, leaving little to the imagination.
nervous hands travel down his chest to his abdomen, sneaking under the fabric to lift his shirt off. shivers run down his spine at the brief graze of your fingertips, the air kissing his bare chest, thick and sculpted. you shift to straddle his lap, the fat of your ass pressing flush against him, sending a rush of blood straight to his painfully hard cock.
the length strains his pants obnoxiously as you start to grind your hips against him in slow, teasing circles. he nearly whimpers at the contact, gasping as his hands find your jaw. he leaves you equally breathless, the thick length of him a taste of what’s to come leaving you dizzy. carefully, he tilts you closer to his face. when he locks eyes with you they’re lidded and dark, heavy with perpetual desire as your lips hover over his.
he swallows thick, and glances over at satoru who’s leaning forward in the chair. head perched on his hands with his elbows resting on his knees, he watches you both intently. his slacks tight with the fat strain of his hard on. the sight makes your breath hitch, snapping your head back to suguru who looks at your boyfriend pleadingly, like he’s asking the man for permission to kiss you. but he doesn’t get a chance to accept or deny.
not before you lean in and press your hot, eager mouth to his, shamelessly threading your fingers in his silky long hair, tugging gently. he groans softly into you, tongue prodding at your lips with uncontrollable desire. with a strangled whine you allow him entry, fighting to bite back your little moans delighted with his sheer eagerness. teeth clash and his needy little sounds sweet as honey stir the heat looming in your panties as you continue to roll your hips into suguru, who pants beneath you.
“come on sugu, no need to be shy.” satoru’s voice is low and rough, already dripping with arousal as he taunts. he’s laying back in the chair, cock twitching in his slacks when you both whimper into each other.
your kisses move down his chin, grazing the bare skin of his neck before you pull back to take your top off. you strip yourself of the fabric slowly, letting your breasts spill free in front of suguru temptingly. a smile tugs at your lips watching him drool at the slight recoil, the way your nipples perk deliciously just inches away from his mouth.
he pounces forward, locking you in his thick arms urging your chest to his face. hot wet licks trail across your tit, his tongue flicking the bud greedily while you’re both whining at the sensation. he snakes his arm around your waist to hold you, free hand ripping your shorts down before closing his lips around the soft mound. his whines are muffled around the mouthful, sucking on you sloppily while you’re practically choking on your gasps, tugging on the waistline of his pants. fingertips tickle his v-line as they hook into the fabric of his boxers, pulling on them impatiently.
suguru draws back only to watch you yank them down and free his weeping cock. leaving him little time to prepare, you sink your clothed pussy back onto him. his tip leaks ivory on his skin with precum while you drag your hips up and down sadistically slow. you’re pulling at his jet-black strands harder, digits scraping his scalp.
just as you hoped, he rewards you with more soft little whines, squirming beneath you. heat washes over him quick and your hips grind faster. his lashes fan his cheeks beautifully with his eyes squeezed shut, head jerking to the side to avoid your gaze.
“suguru..please—look at me.” you whine between gasps, pleading with him to let you see him come undone. he looks at you hesitantly, glossy and desperate eyes peering back at you right when you slide your pussy up his tip.
he groans at the wet friction, dragging his palms down your waist to settle on your ass, and hooks two digits around the fabric soaked in your warm slick. pulling the cloth aside to expose your glistening cunt, his lips part in an ‘o’ and your breath staggers.
“well would you look at that.” satoru taunts. “she’s dripping like a needy little slut.” his chest shakes with unsteady laughter, deeply affected by his perfect view of your soaked sex.
“shit,” suguru whimpers weakly at the contact and rough voice. his fingertips smear curiously through your arousal, and you’re sopping wet from the tease of his thick long cock sliding against your slit alone. shaky, breathy moans rip out of him as you move your ass a little. the pressure of his bulging veins flush against your clit makes you dizzy. you gasp at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut as he positions himself at your slick hole.
his angry tip nudges inside with a guttural cry out from suguru, the heavy weight of his shaft pulsing against your unforgiving ridges.
“oh my god” your vision goes blurry, and you squeeze around the sweet intrusion as you sink down slowly with a lewd squelch. desperate and eager to take every last inch even if it tears you apart, you retreat to the tip. a loud shlick sound following as you fuck your entrance on the head. he gets no more than small, deliberate bounces—taking your time to relish in the filthy feeling before sliding back down with the wet slap of skin meeting.
the two of you panting and moaning together in tandem, the stretch just as delightful as you imagined. his pace is far more forgiving and less demanding—quite unlike your boyfriend satoru—suguru allows you full control in this moment.
he ruts up into the tight heat trying to meet your movements, one thrust particularly kissing your sweet spot, and it snaps something deep in your core. you lift off of him reluctantly to turn around and face the white haired man across the room. the wind nearly knocks straight out of you when you meet his gaze, slouched in the chair absolutely wrecked. his skin glistens with sweat and his muscles strain against the black compression tee he still has on.
he’s got his long legs spread, oversized hand stroking his painfully hard dick as he leers at you with intensity. the mere sight of him like this almost forces you back into submission. you hiccup at him, he grins back with wild pupils blown with undeniable lust. suguru shudders behind you at the rear view, your awaiting cunt lingering back over him, teasing your slits on him cruelly.
suguru groans softly, a large palm sneaking around your hip to pull you down, throwing his head back in complete despair after he watches your lips swallow his girth. the mix of your arousals drag up and down with you as you move.
faltering only at the gaze of your lover who grunts deep and low in his throat when you break away from his gaze to roll your eyes back in pure ecstasy. you shift your heels into the mattress around suguru’s legs, palms pressed into his meaty thighs for support while you fuck yourself on his cock. his mind turns straight to mush, your heart hammers in your chest. your tits bounce freely with every brute slam of your hips to satoru’s convenience. he groans softly at the sweet sounds of his girlfriend and his best friend pleasuring each other under his request, all three of you thoroughly enjoying every single second.
suguru can do no more than grab at your ankles, free hand kneading the plump flesh of your asscheek as he pulls on it lightly. uncontrollable moans and soft little whines spill from his wet lips while your abandoned hole puckers at him, slick with all of your excitement while your pussy clenches around him with every drag back down to the base. your delighted sounds of pure bliss turn to incoherent babbling as your cervix kisses his cockhead, squishing precum deep inside. the both of you a panting mess, his head sinks deeper into the pillow behind him as you try to find the right angle that has him bruising your g-spot perfectly. sweat starts to collect underneath your knees as you bounce, hamstrings growing sore, skin sticky while your pace hastens. you start trembling around him, desperately chasing the orgasm brewing in your belly right where suguru swells deep inside you.
“so—hnng—so tight,” he mumbles out quietly, voice cracking while he tries frantically to keep up with your rhythm. he’s dangerously close to his release, and he’s almost pushed over the edge when he glances over you at gojo. he’s fisting himself while he watches, a filthy squelch following the wet sounds of your movements.
“i know right.” satoru rasps in agreement, abs tightening in his shirt seeing your lips part, eyes battling to hold his gaze with every uncoordinated shift of your hips. your mouth waters at the sheen of precum glossing his pretty tip. the smug grin plastered on his handsome face widens as your thighs tremble in exhaustion, the fiery heat in your core expanding and your body jolts in pure euphoria. glossy eyes squeeze shut instinctively as you finish and a steady hand cups your jaw with a disapproving hum.
“eyes open.” satoru’s gravelly voice sends shivers down your back and you whine helplessly, forcing your eyes back open. he leers over you with carnal desire, massive cock leaking in his free hand and suguru’s melodic moans send you further into bliss. a broken sob tears out of you at the way he twitches violently inside your wet vice, expanding with his release. your back arches, toes curling as hot pearly ropes of his orgasm coat your plush walls, spilling out the sides down his ridiculous length. his face is dusted pink with a flush, silky bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, adorning a deep furrow in his brows while he comes down from the high.
gojo grunts low, his deep and quiet groans thrumming shocks of pleasure through you and suguru both as your boyfriend comes across your chest, painting your tits with pearly streaks of his hot seed. your knees finally give out, and you slump forward, body going limp.
only a few merciful seconds of silence.
“yay! now, i’ll teach suguru how to put you in your place.” your boyfriend beams with delight, already pulling you by your waist down to the edge of the bed, hovering your cum soaked cunt over his own cum slick cock. “suguru! watch this,” he cants, pinning your wrists over your head before he snaps into you rough, his pace demanding and precise.
“wait please—nngh..fuck! it’s too much satoru...”
he giggles at your whimpers of surrender and urges his friend to remember every squirm of your body, every contort of pleasure on your face as he fucks you senseless. every last ounce of control you thought you had slips through your fingers with every cruel, punishing slam of his hips against you bullying that tender bundle of nerves.
“oh you can take it baby, i know you can. mmm—come on let’s show sugu,” he growls gently into your ear, pressing your twitching thighs up as his broad and thick body cages you down into the mattress. writhing helplessly under his unmoving weight and suguru’s animalistic gaze, you choke on a sob.
gojo bites down on your skin, soothing the bruises with kitten licks of his tongue while your pussy clenches around the heavy length. he’s driving deeper and deeper into every nook he can find, quiet groans ripping out of him. the crude sound of skin slapping and squelching rings in your ears as he fucks you stupid. and when satoru thumbs away the tears staining your cheeks, eyes widening as he senses your second orgasm, you start to second guess ever agreeing to satoru’s perverted fantasies.
a/n: bruh i’m really unmotivated now sorry
if anyone cares i have kinktober voyeur satosugu x reader coming and satosugu brothel in the works rn… my brain is just fried this week
I VOLUNTEER.
man, i bet some big, beefy woman knuckle-deep in me this holiday would finally fix that faulty wiring in my brain
a gift for my friend <3 (I waited four years for us to get hyperfixated together and DAMN IT WAS WORTH IT)