𐙚 plug!choso x fem!reader | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list | art by @/_7undeed on twt
𐙚 “The fuck is your problem?!” “YOU’RE my problem!”After not seeing your plug Choso for a week, you give him attitude that he has no problem fixing for you.
It wasn’t often that you argued with 𐙚 plug!Choso. In fact, you didn’t really argue at all. So when you came over as you usually did, you were quiet while he fixed the blunt up in the pretty pink papers he gets just for you.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, how’s school?” He coughs, eyes flickering up to your face just to see you not even looking at him. Instead you were tracing circles on your thighs. He watched you shrug, which takes him back- the fuck?
“It’s been alright. The usual.”
Even your tone was off. Choso makes a face but he stares back down at the tray. Pink, hello kitty themed. The grinder he used was one he ordered just for you, pink and also hello kitty themed. Hell- he had a whole fucking set just for you when you came to smoke with him. Everytime was fine except now.
“…Alright cool.” He murmurs, “How many you wanna smoke today?”
“None. I want my stuff to go.” Your arms folded over your chest. Choso’s tongue licks alongside the paper before rolling, and he laughs. You look over at him- finally look at him. The whole set up pink, contrasting with his grunge-like attire.“What’s funny?”
“You’re funny.” He sets the tray down, inspecting the pink joint before grabbing his lighter and lighting the end. You watch as he his tips back, arm outstretched on the back of the couch as his body relaxes into the furniture. The end of the blunt entering his pierced lips before he inhales deeply, blowing the smoke out. “…I’m not doing that.” He leans back up, eyes dead locked on yours.
He watches the watch your brow twitches with that cute pout on your lips. “Cho, I’m serious.”
“So am I, princess.”
“I want my shit to go.”
“Now she’s cursing at me.” His eyes widen, smile on his face growing. Usually you bossed Choso around, he liked it, but he could tell something was bothering you and that this wasn’t an act. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” You smack your lips before rolling your eyes and getting up.
“If you’re not gonna do your job then I’ll go see what Sukuna’s sellin-“
I’m sorry? He pauses, the smile fading from his face.
“…Sit down, princess.” It wasn’t often Choso talked to you like that either. He spoiled you too much. He was always soft and gentle with you, hurting you was something he never wanted to do. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you froze for a second before huffing and turning away from him.
Choso took another drag of the blunt, “Not gonna tell you again.”
“Then don’t.” And you had a smart ass mouth. “Stop acting like you give a fuck.”
“The fuck is your problem?!” Choso shouts. You flinch for a second before giving him the middle finger. He’s never raised his voice at you…well, in a serious manner, only at others who really, really got on his nerves. You’ve seen every side of Choso and how he was with others, not you.
But Choso knew you well, and he knows that you don’t like being yelled at. “You’re my problem!” You grab your bag, shuffling to put on your shoes.
“Princess-“
“Shut up Choso!” You bolt for the door, slamming it shut as you left. Choso stares at it for just a second in disbelief, playing the words back in his mind before he followed you out. You haven’t even left from in front of his door before he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back in (and locking it).
He presses you up against the door, bros furrowed as he stared at you- down at you. “You wanna repeat what you said?” He questions. His breath fanned over your face. His face slightly red, you could hear the panic in his heart beat. He held your hands firmly but not tightly. You could definitely break free from his grasp. If you wanted to that is.
You could also tell that he was worked up by the way he panted. “Repeat what you said to me.” A demand this time.
“…Shut u-“
“Before that.”
“I…I’m gonna go see what Sukuna’s selling.” You swallow back a whimper. You watch as his lips twitch before he lets out a breath. He looks away for a second, in disbelief. Why would you, of all people on campus? Of anyone even remotely close in what Choso sold- fucking Ryomen Sukuna?
“Yeah?” The tone in his voice made your heart thump against your chest. You hadn’t heard it in a while. Choso’s face gets closer to yours, down by your neck. You didn’t even realize how hard you were breathing, his voice deep in your ear, “You gonna go fuck him too?”
“No-“
“That what you did while I was gone? Is that why you’re acting like a damn brat right now?” And you shudder, thighs squeezing together. “I leave for a week and suddenly you wanna have an attitude with me.”
“N-No- s’nothing like that.” His lips graze your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a small sigh of relief at his lips on you. He licked the spot, teeth grazing it before sucking. “Cho-“ You whine.
“Nuh uh, tell me you’re gonna go see Sukuna again.” Choso takes the skin between his teeth, humming as you squirmed. His lips felt gentle on your skin even when he teased you. He kisses the spot once more before letting your hands go, his eyes filled with annoyance, but Choso wasn’t one to dwell on things for too long, and he surely didn’t want to be upset with you.
Instead, he waves you off, turning away from you to sit back down in his spot on the couch. You watch him pick back up the neglected blunt and light it back up. You swallowed thickly, your breath heavy as you just…watched. The spot on your neck throbbed, knowing he left a hickey there that he’d usually get yelled at for.
His tired eyes drag over to you, low as he blew out smoke. “Go on, Y/N.” It’s been so long since Choso’s called you your actual name. The feeling cold in your chest as you bit your lip. You didn’t think he’d get that upset. “I’m not gonna charge you for anything since you didn’t smoke… If that’s all you can leave.”
Everyone knew that Choso and Sukuna were related in some way, but they didn’t like each other for plenty reasons, one being how they were technically in competition with each other.
You hadn’t see Choso in a week. Maybe your reaction was a bit petty over a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. A man who spoiled you with anything you asked for like it was nothing. Someone who smoked and fucked you and took you out afterwards. You talked everyday, but for a week the contact was silent.
Standing by the door, you found yourself picking at your nails. Choso was there when you got them done. He watches you before sighing, leaning back into the cushion. “Cmere.” Voice soft, gentle yet still laced with annoyance. He pats his leg, and you shuffle to take your shoes back off, walking back over to the couch, the rug soft beneath your feet.
“Take the blunt.” His hands rub over the curve of your hip. the moment you straddled him. You hold the joint between your fingers, knowing that Choso was the man you’d only ever buy from- except your services were free.
He watches your gloss covered lips take the pink blunt between them. Your eyes close instantly, the warmth clouding your lungs. Your body relaxes into his grasp like it always did. “That’s it..” He hums, scooting you up closer until he could feel the softness of your breast against his chest. His fingers graze your chin before his lips are on yours, smoke traveling from your mouth to his. You whine softly as he bites down on your lip. The kiss greedy- hungry. You missed him. He missed you. Choso lets out a grunt, his hand finding the back of your neck to pull you in deeper. The metal on his tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth.
Choso swallowed all of your whimpers, your clothed cunt rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing until a loud smack ! has you pulling back and flinching with a yelp. “Cho-“
“You still mad at me?”
You bite down on your lip, looking down at his chest. “..Yeah.”
Without a word, Choso scoops you up into his arms, holding your legs around his waist while you held on tight- wrapping your arms should his shoulder. “What are you doing- put me down Choso!” You huff.
The man says nothing, carrying you all the way to his bedroom. You’re immediately hit with the scent of soft vanilla, the room a mixture of him and the random things you had over- a hello kitty plush on his bed (the only plush on his bed), little figurines sitting on his desk that you’d got together on various trips, your strawberry lipgloss (that you thought you’d lost) sitting right there on his nightstand. He lays you down on the bed, body hovering over you.
His fingers trail up your thighs up to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down without a word, kissing moving down your body. Your panties were soaked, and you felt shy in his arms. “…Say something.” You try to close your legs but Choso shakes his head, prying them open wider. With a soft hum he pins your arms above your head with one of his hands, the other slipping into your panties.
“Need to fix this attitude of yours.” Choso kisses your forehead. His finger circles your wet clit as you whine, gasping softly. You stare up at him, the wrinkle between his brow deepening as he flicked your pearl faster. Taking his lip between his teeth, he adds another finger. “Cho…” You whimper, your breath picking up as your back arched slightly, legs opening wider. More, you wanted more.
“Feel good?” His fingers dip down between your slick folds, dragging the slippery mess up to your clit. “Y-Yes—!” You moan, your hands twitching in his grasp. “Yeah?” He whispers, your legs twitching. Slippery fingers pressed down on your clit.
“So wet for me..” Choso groans, his fingers rubbing faster. Your breath hitches, mouth falling open as another moan passes your lips. Your hips start sputtering, rubbing into the hand for friction. “M-Mhm- fuck— fuck Cho g-gonna cum.” Your high so close you could taste it, eyes closing as your body relaxed in his grasp. His touched that you longed for and it had only been a week. The heat building into your lower stomach as you whimper, awaiting the orgasm that never came.
Your eyes opened immediately. Choso pulls his fingers out of your panties, taking them into his mouth with a small groan. “Cho.“ You frown, eyes staring wide up at him. Watching the fingers in his mouth go right back to those panties.
“Yes princess?” He traces your clit teasingly through the fabric. Down to that waiting hole of yours, leaking so much that you couldn’t help the small noises you were making. “I-I didn’t cum.”
“I know.” He grabs hold of the wet fabric, tugging them to the side until a loud riiiiiip ! of the material shouts throughout the room. “My panties!— The fuck Choso-” Your hands tugging to be freed while you glared up at him.
“Shut up, I’ll buy you some more.” He huffs.
Choso was messing with you right? Trying to scare you from going to see Sukuna. It made perfect sense. Is that why he didn’t let you cum? …It had to be….
It was torturous. The way your legs shook, his palm rubbing against your clit while three fingers thrusted deeply inside of you- so deep they touched that pretty spot inside, curling.
“F-Fuck—!” Your back arched, but Choso kept you down. His brows furrowed in concentration, the wet sound filling his ears alongside your pleasure filled cries. Your pussy squeezed around the fingers, the squelches getting louder, but Choso knew your body well.
You hiccuped, small test slipping down your cheek as your orgasm neared for the fifth time. “You wanna cum?” He asks sweetly, softly above you, as if he was going to let you. Still, you whined, “p—please!” and for a second, Choso considered letting you have your way. You always got your way with Choso.
Your chest felt heavy. You couldn’t think of anything, nothing but the man whose fingers played between your legs. Sweat beaded your forehead. You were close..so close. Sniffling softly, you hiccup, biting down on your lip.
“You look pretty so pretty princess.” Princess. You realize just how much you missed him for that one week. How badly you wanted him to call you by the name he’d whisper into your ear everytime he fucked you like you were really his.
“Cum for me.” He pulls his fingers out, quickly rubbing them against your clit. Your body jerks, “Choso—fuck I-I’m—“ Your toes curl, a broken moan falling from your lips as your orgasm finally hits you “Fuck- fuckfuck-“ You were seeing stars, vision clouding through the overstimulation.
His fingers still caressed you sensitive clit as you felt your pretty pussy gush between your legs, making the creamy mess even messier. “There we go…thats my pretty girl.” Your body clinging to Choso’s voice as he touched you until the very last drop spilled.
You felt the cool metal of his lip piercing and the softness of his lips on your forehead, working down to your nose and finally to your parted lips. “You did so good princess.”
Choso makes quick work of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. “So perfect for me.” He murmurs, sliding the torn fabric of your panties down your legs. His lips kiss your thighs softly. He wipes the tears from your eyes, carefully slipping your shirt off and tossing it. “I-“ Love you, he wanted to say
He pulls your body gently into his arms as he laid on his side. The cool air of his room hitting your skin just the way you like, with his body cradling yours. He kisses your forehead, your head leaning into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.
When you woke up you were surrounded by Choso’s scent, but not the man himself. You rub your eyes, feeling around the bed. Changed sheets and covers, but your plush the same. “Cho?” You had on one of his shirts. When he didn’t answer you bit your lip, going into the living room.
“Cho?”
The smell of smoke hits your nose. You peek into the kitchen to see him leaned up against the counter, blunt hanging from his mouth with his eyes closed. On the stove was a pot with the isle on low. His eyes peel open, holding his arms open. You hug him tightly, tucking your face into his chest. “I made you something to eat. Want some rice and stew?”
“Mhm…”
“..Im sorry for earlier.” He murmurs, arm wrapping around your body, fingers running through your hair. “…Could you tell me what I did to make you mad?”
You tuck your face farther, the hand in your hair pausing. “You don’t have to-“
“Haven’t talked to you in a week.” You mumble, “I was overthinking is all.”
“Overthinking?” Choso puts out the blunt in his ashtray, pulling your body back to look down at you.
“Yeah.. I know we’re not dating, but I got really used to your company and then it just went radio silent so I figured you wanted to go back to just strictly business or you figured I started catching feelings and was pulling away and-
“Slow down, princess.” He puts the blunt out in the ashtray on the counter. “One, I asked you if I could be your boyfriend before I left. Two, I also told you I’d be in the mountains for Yuji’s birthday week without service…You don’t remember?”
You stood frozen, searching your mind for the memory of two weeks ago. The last time you hung out with Choso before he left you’d tried something new he had got a hold of. “I…fuck I have to stop smoking.”
He laughs, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, you…really had me nervous.”
“Nervous enough to edge me?” You huff, reaching behind him for a bowl, your stomach growling.
“Because why the fuck would you even mention going to Sukuna-“
“Why else?” You stick your tongue out, tapping the hickey on your neck.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!reader x Jack Abbott
Summary: It wasn’t supposed to happen. One wrong turn past the perimeter, one breath of unknown, drifting pollen, and suddenly Joel is pounding on Jack Abbott’s door with you burning up in his arms. Now it’s the middle of the night, the town's asleep, and the only medic who won’t report the two of you is the one staring at you down like he already knows this is going to get real bad.
Warnings: 18+, Smut, THREESOME, slight fluff, Age gap (Joel is 60, Jack is 50 and reader is in her 20s), sweet!joel, gentle!jack, fictional sex pollen, double penetration, inaccurate medical/scientific shit, needy!reader, pinv, unprotected sex, lots of fluid and cum lol, nipple play, finger sucking, medical kink, gloves kink?, pet names, clit rubbing, oral f!receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, medical exam, sub!reader kinda
A/N: guess who watched The Pitt and fell for yet again another old man...also! I finally learned how to do this cool gradient text thingy and now i feel even more aesthetic✨ none of this below makes sense like AT ALL but just ignore it and enjoy the smut pookies <333
"Open the goddamn door, Abbott!"
Joels boots hit the wooden steps of Jack Abbott's clinic hard enough to rattle the whole damn porch. His first knock wasn't even a knock—it was a fist slamming into the wood, a desperate, violent slam that echoed through the otherwise quiet streets of Jackson.
The night air was thick with a cold that etched deep into bones, wind so strong it moved trees and houses. But Joel couldn't feel it. Not when you were burning up in his arms, your body almost a furnace pressed tight against his chest, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps that tore at his heart one by one.
Your skin was slick with sweat despite the chill, and your eyes—those sweet eyes that usually held so much warmth, so much life—were glassy, trying to focus but failing to land on anything.
Then, a light flickered inside. The lock scraped, and the door swung open to reveal Jack Abbott, still half-dressed in a worn pullover over his undershirt, his grey hair mussed from sleep that had clearly been interrupted.
"What the hell happened?" He asked, eyes going worried.
Joel didn't answer.
He just moved, carrying you past Jack and down the narrow hallway that led to the small clinic room Jack kept in his home.
The space was clean but lived-in: a metal examination chair in the center, shelves lined with bottles and worn medical texts, a couch, a single lamp casting a warm, yellow glow over the worn wooden floor.
Jack Abbott arrived in Jackson a little over two years after Joel did.
He had been traveling with a small group before, acting as their medic, but the constant moving wore him down.
Jackson was the first place in years that felt safe enough to stop, so he stayed when Maria asked him if he wanted to, while the others moved on.
Within a few months, he turned one of the unused small houses near the edge of town into two spaces: a tiny clinic in the front and a small living area for himself in the back.
People started calling it Abbott's clinic.
Joel met him after a patrol accident left him with a deep cut.
Jack stitched him up with quiet, steady confidence, and Joel respected him immediately.
He didn't ask too many questions, no bullshit, no small talk. Over time, Joel kept ending up at Jack's door, Jack kept patching him, and a quiet, practical friendship formed between them.
So when Joel set you down on his examination chair he knew you were in good hands.
His hands stayed on you, steady, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.
Jack followed close behind, already pulling out a pair of latex gloves from a box on the counter.
The snap of rubber against his wrists was sharp in the quiet room. He moved to your other side, his eyes scanning you with the practiced efficiency of someone who had seen too many emergencies in too many late hours.
"Joel." He said it firmly, not a question. Then softer, more insistent. "Joel. Talk to me. What happened?"
Joel dragged a hand down his face, the stubble rough against his palm.
"We—" He stopped. Swallowed. And then started again, his voice lower. "We weren't supposed to be there."
Jack's eyebrows shot up. "Where?"
"The old storage yard. Past the perimeter."
The silence stretched for one beat, two, three and Joel could see the thoughts racing behind those dark eyes—the implications, the danger, the sheer stupidity of it.
Jack let out a slow breath, his jaw tightening. "You two were past the forbidden perimeter?"
Joel nodded once, feeling guilty, miserable.
"She saw…" He let out a frustrated huff, shaking his head. "Hell, I don't know. Rabbits or somethin'. Wanted a closer look."
His voice cracked on the last words—with frustration, with...with anger at himself, at the moment of weakness that had led him to agree, to let you wander just a little too far, just a little too deep into the overgrown brush beyond the safe zone.
You had smiled at him. God—that sweet, hopeful smile that made it impossible to say no. And now you were here, burning up and it was all his fault.
"She breathed in this cloud of…dust. Pollen. Somethin'."
Jack only stared at him, open mouth, gaze caught somewhere between disbelief and the cold calm of a man processing information.
He opened his mouth, then closed it. Then, very quietly, he said: "Joel."
"It ain't important right now," Joel snapped, the words cutting through the air like a blade. But the edge softened almost immediately as his eyes flicked back to you, and his voice dropped to something quieter, more fragile. "Just—just fix her, alright?"
Jack held his gaze for a long moment. Then he nodded, once, and turned his full attention to you.
He leaned in, his movements careful, deliberate, as he reached for a small penlight from besides him. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's take a look at you."
He leaned closer, bringing the penlight up to your eyes. But your head lolled slightly, and you squirmed on the chair, a low, restless sound escaping your throat. Jack paused, his hand hovering near your jaw.
"Easy now. I need you to hold still for just a second, okay?" He tilted his head, meeting your gaze from behind the flashlight. "C'mon. Look at me."
Your eyes—glassy, unfocused, pupils blown wide—drifted toward him.
Jack clicked on the penlight, shining it first into your left eye, then your right, watching the way your pupils reacted—or failed to react. His brow furrowed. He hummed low in his throat, a sound that made Joel's stomach clench.
He clicked off the penlight, put it back into his place, and straightened up. He met Joel's gaze, his expression thoughtful.
"Pupils are dilated and sluggish. Could be a neuroactive toxin," he said, his voice carrying the weight of professional assessment. "Some kind of alkaloid, maybe. That targets the central nervous system." He paused, then added, almost to himself, "But her skin is flushed, and her pulse is tachycardic. Heart rate's way up. Could be pyrexia, but…" He trailed off, then turned back to you, his voice gentle again. "How did this flower look? Can you tell me anything about it?"
Your lips parted. "Trans…translucent. Purple."
Jack's eyes sharpened suddenly.
He turned away, crossing to the cluttered desk in the corner where a worn leather notebook sat among scattered papers. He opened it and the silence stretched while he flipped through it.
"Damn it," Jack muttered under his breath.
Joel stiffened. "What?"
Jack didn't look up. He kept turning pages, his finger tracing lines of cramped handwriting. "I've seen mentions of this before. Not many though, just scattered reports from patrol medics out west. And a couple of passing mentions in some old pre-outbreak botany notes I found in the library archive." He stopped on a page, reading it intently. Then he let out a slow breath and turned to face Joel.
"Reports of what?" Joel pressed, his voice tight.
Jack hesitated. It was a hesitation that Joel had never seen on him before.
He set the notebook down and crossed his arms, his gaze flickering between you and Joel.
"A mutated flower. Causes fever, disorientation, elevated pulse…and some....sexual changes."
Joels head snapped up. "It ain't the time for jokes, Abbott."
But Jack didn't flinch. "I'm not joking. That's what the reports called it. I told you—it causes fever, disorientation, elevated pulse." He paused, letting the words settle. "The body's been flooded with a compound that mimics extreme sexual arousal. It's not toxic on its own, but if left untreated, the fever and heart strain can cause complications."
Joel stared at him and when he turned back to you, he saw the way your fingers curled and uncurled against the metal and the way a soft, breathy sound escaped your lips as you shifted restlessly on the chair.
"Complications," Joel repeated, his voice hollow. "What kind of complications?"
Jack moved closer, his expression softening as he looked at you. He reached out, pressing the back of his hand gently against your forehead, feeling the fever that radiated off you in waves.
"If we don't address the underlying arousal-based symptoms, the body will keep ramping up. Heart rate spikes. Temperature climbs. Eventually, the system burns out." He pulled his hand away, his voice dropping lower. "The only effective treatment recorded in those reports is…direct physical release. Sexual stimulation to completion, multiple times, until the compound is flushed from the system."
He held up a hand as Joel opened his mouth, ready to protest. "Look, I know how it sounds. But I've seen enough strange things in this world to know that nature doesn't care about what sounds reasonable."
Joel turned away, his hand dragging through his hair, frustration in his face.
"So what are you tellin' me? That I gotta—" He couldn't even finish the sentence.
"I'm telling you that she needs care, Joel. And that care is going to involve intimacy. Whether that's with you, or with me helping her through it medically, or both—that's up to you. But she can't wait much longer." Jack's voice was calm, steady, the voice of a man doing his job. The room fell silent again. The only sounds were your labored breathing and the faint ticking of a clock somewhere deeper in the house.
Joel then turned back, his eyes meeting yours. He saw the fear in them—and something else, something raw and needy that he didn't know how to name.
And suddenly—
"Please," you whined, the word thick and broken. "Please…need…need something."
Your body was a furnace, burning from the inside out. Every nerve ending felt raw, exposed, screaming for relief. The fabric of your shirt clung to your skin, damp with sweat, and it felt like a cage. Your hands moved before your mind could catch up—grabbing at the hem, tugging, pulling.
Joel's eyes widened. "Hey, hey—hold on—"
But you couldn't hold on anymore.
You were beyond reason, beyond shame. You squirmed against the chair, your movements jerky and frantic, yanking your shirt over your head and tossing it aside.
Joel caught your wrists gently, trying to slow you down, but you twisted out of his grip, your fingers fumbling with the button of your jeans, the zipper, pushing them down your hips with a desperate, whimpering sound that tore at Joel's chest.
"Honey—" Joel started, his voice cracking.
But Jack held up a hand, his expression calm but intent. "Let her. The compound is driving her body to seek release. Fighting it will only make it worse, Joel."
Joel's hands fell to his sides. He watched, helpless, as you rid yourself of the last of your clothing, tossing jeans and panties to the floor until you were bare on the examination chair, your skin flushed and slick with sweat, your chest heaving with every ragged breath.
Your legs fell open without thought, your hips rolling against the cold metal, searching for friction that wasn't there.
"Need…please…I need something…" Your voice was a broken loop, tears starting to stream down your cheeks.
Joel's throat tightened. He looked at Jack.
When Jack met his gaze, there was no judgment in those dark eyes—only the weight of a man who understood the gravity of the situation. Jack's hand paused over your body, as he turned to Joel, his expression asking a silent question.
May I?
Joel stared at him for a long, breathless moment. Then he nodded, his voice low and rough. "Do what ya gotta do. I trust you."
Jack's shoulders relaxed a fraction and he moved to the foot of the chair, positioning himself between your spread legs.
"I ain't no gynaecologist," Jack said, his voice carrying a hint of dry humour. "But I need to see if it's really the flower we're talking about. The reports mentioned specific physical changes."
Joel clenched his jaw, stepping closer and placing his hands on your shoulders, holding you steady as you squirmed beneath him. You looked up at him, your eyes glassy and wet, and you whimpered.
"Please…let him…"
Joel let out a shaky breath. He looked at Jack and gave a short, sharp nod.
Jack leaned in. His gloved fingers found your thighs, then he gently parted your labia with precision.
He murmured to himself, cataloging observations as he worked. "Labia swollen. Significant engorgement. Vulvar tissue appears hyperemic, engorged with blood flow consistent with severe vasocongestion."
You gasped as his thumb accidentally brushed against the hood of your clit, a jolt of electricity shooting through your core. Your hips bucked involuntarily, a desperate, wordless sound escaping your lips.
"Easy," Jack murmured, more to himself than to you.
He shifted his grip, using his thumb and forefinger to part the inner folds, exposing your entrance. It was gaping, red, and glistening with a clear, almost viscous fluid that had already pooled on the chair beneath you.
Joel's hands tightened on your shoulders, his knuckles almost white.
He trusted Jack—hell, he was the only man in this godforsaken place he trusted you with. But he still couldn't help the way he felt. A little too protective. Maybe even jealous.
"Her insides feel swollen," Jack said. He pressed two fingers—index and middle—against your opening, testing the resistance. The muscles fluttered and clenched, straining against the intrusion before it even begun. "Loss of tone in the pelvic floor muscles. Usually, there's some natural tension, but here…it's like her body is actively pulling things in."
And then he pressed inside.
The latex-covered fingertips breached you with a wet, slick sound that echoed in the small room.
You cried out—not in pain, but in need that tore through every nerve ending. Your back arched off the chair, your head thrown back, Joel's name falling from your lips in a desperate, ragged moan.
"Oh, fuck—!"
Jack didn't move. He held his fingers still, buried to the second knuckle, his eyes fixed on your face, watching your reaction with clinical detachment even as his body betrayed a slight tension.
"She's extremely sensitive. The internal tissues are swollen and hot—probably a few degrees above normal body temperature. The flower is causing nerve hypersensitivity."
Your hips bucked again, grinding against Jack's hand, seeking more. Every bit of shame leaving your body.
But the pressure of his fingers inside you was maddening—not enough, never enough. You whimpered, a high, thin sound that turned into a gasping sob as Jack slowly began to withdraw his fingers, dragging them along your inner walls.
And then, suddenly, an orgasm hit you without warning.
It crashed through you like a wave, sudden and violent, pulling a strangled scream from your throat. Your entire body clenched, your inner muscles spasmed around Jack's retreating fingers, and a gush of fluid flooded out of you, soaking his gloved hand and dripping onto the chair in thick, sticky ropes.
Jack pulled his hand back, his fingers coated in the warm, translucent fluid. He held them up, examining the consistency with narrowed eyes.
Joel could only stare, his mouth hanging open.
His gaze flicked from your flushed, trembling body to Jack's dripping fingers, and then back to your face, where tears and sweat had mingled in a mask of desperate relief and craving.
"Did she just…?" Joel's voice was hoarse, cautious.
Jack nodded slowly, wiping his fingers on a clean cloth. "Ejaculate. Yeah. That's…that's exactly what that was. The flower causes her body to reach climax extremely quickly—and just as quickly, the need returns. It's like the release doesn't satisfy anything; it only opens the door for more."
You were already squirming again, your hips rolling against the empty air, your breath coming in sharp, frantic pants. "Please…more…need more…"
Jack set the cloth aside and picked up the blood pressure cuff, wrapping it around your upper arm.
He pumped it up, watching the gauge as the numbers climbed.
"This is an unusual procedure," he said, his voice flat. "Her body will need release. Repeatedly. And even then, the effects might last for hours—until the compound works its way out of her system."
Joel ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the grey strands in frustration. "Jesus Christ. Is there any medicine? Anything you can give her to stop this? To slow it down?"
Jack shook his head, the blood pressure cuff hissing as he released the pressure. "No. This is all about managing symptoms. The fever, the blood pressure, the dehydration. The only thing that treats the root cause is—" He paused, glancing at Joel. "—well, you know..."
He pulled off his gloves with a snap, tossing them into a bin. Then he grabbed a fresh pair, pulling them on with practiced efficiency.
"I could now let you two go," Jack said, turning to face Joel fully. "Let you handle this on your own. Just fuck like goddamn rabbits for the next few hours. But her blood pressure is 160 over 110. That's stroke territory if we're not careful. And her fever is also still climbing."
You whimpered on the chair, your hand reaching out blindly. "Please…Joel…I need…"
Joel caught your hand, pressing it to his chest. "S'okey, honey. I'm right here. Don't be scared." He leaned down, pressing another kiss to your damp forehead, his voice softening to a trembling murmur. "I got you. I ain't goin' nowhere."
He turned to Jack, his eyes hard and resolute. "I'll do it. You keep her fever and blood pressure in line. I trust you."
Jack nodded.
He pulled the chair behind your head, positioning himself so he could put cool towels on your forehead and monitor the equipment.
"I'll keep the cold packs on her neck and forehead, monitor her vitals. You handle the rest."
Joel let out a long, shaky breath. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it onto the nearby counter. He moved between your legs, his boots scraping against the worn linoleum.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, looking down at the mess you've had made.
Your pussy was a complete wreck; swollen, red, glistening with a mix of your own fluids and the lingering evidence of your climax. Your clit stood out, big and glossy, twice its usual size. Your hole gaped, soft and open, the muscles twitching with unfulfilled need.
Joel had never seen you like that. Not even when he fucked you countless times the night before.
Jack's voice came from behind your head, quiet and steady. "I know. That's the flower."
Joel looked at your face—your tear-streaked cheeks, your parted lips, your eyes glassy and fixed on him with desperate, animal hunger. He placed his rough, calloused hands on your inner thighs, spreading you wider.
"You'll be fine, babygirl," he whispered, more to himself than to you. "I'll take care of you."
Joel's jaw tightened, his gaze flicked anywhere but towards Jack as he unzipped himself and wrapped a calloused hand around his own cock.
He stroked himself slowly at first, trying to will himself hard despite the awkward weight of another man's eyes in the room. Embarrassment flushed his neck, but the sight of you—needy, swollen, and waiting—pushed him forwards.
He needed to do this for you, his sweet girl, no matter how strange it felt with his old friend watching.
Joel lined himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance before he pushed inside in one steady thrust.
A high-pitched moan tore from your throat, your hips bucking up to meet him as your walls fluttered and sucked him deeper.
"Continue," Jack said quietly, nodding once, his voice calm and measured.
Joel grunted, hips snapping forward.
The wet, splashing sounds of your soaked pussy filled the small clinic room with every thrust, obscene and loud.
He punched into you harder, the head of his cock dragging against that sweet, sensitive spot inside while your cunt milked him greedily, rhythmic pulses drawing him in.
"You need to talk to her the way you guys always do it, Joel," Jack instructed, still monitoring your pulse. "Keep her grounded."
Joel's eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded, voice rough. "D-does that feel good, honey?" He drove deeper, breath hitching. "Prettiest cunt all fuckin' swollen. Look at you, takin' me so good."
You whined, the praise sending fresh heat through you.
Jack suppressed a smirk, trying to focus instead on the steady thrum beneath his fingers. "Pulse is elevated but stable," he murmured. "Pupils are still dilated."
And without warning, another orgasm crashed over you.
This time, your thighs fell further apart as a raw cry teared from your throat, back arching off of the examination chair. Your cunt clamped down, once, twice, then opened. A hot, gushing stream bursted hard, pushing Joel's cock out and making a splashing sound in the quiet room.
"Joel—"
Joel's breath hitched as your cries echoed off of the walls, his eyes widening when the hot flood gushed against his groin.
"Fuck," he muttered, almost to himself. His eyes landed on Jack's calm ones, and a wave of embarrassment hit him. He was standing there like this was nothing, like the whole scene wasn't awkward as hell, and Joel just couldn't decide if that made it better or worse.
Jack nodded, his eyes landing on your clenching tummy. "Normal reaction."
Joel cursed again, gripping his slick cock and thrusting back inside your still-quivering pussy.
"Wanted to see those bunnies, huh?" he rasped, tsking with his tongue as he set a punishing rhythm. "Now look at what happened to you."
Each thrust made your squelching cunt echo wetly around him.
Jack's gaze sharpened as he noticed drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. "Hm. Another autonomic response; excessive salivation," he noted, and glanced at Joel mid-thrust. "Mind if I help keep her calm?"
Joel nodded without breaking his rhythm. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted you to feel better.
"Easy now. Breathe for me." Jack slid two latex-gloved fingers past your lips. "I'm just gonna help you."
And you immediately sucked them in, tongue swirling, a broken whimper escaping around them. "Please, doctor…"
Jack's breath got caught in his throat, his own cock twitching to life, growing visibly against his pants even though he was trying to he professional.
"S'okay, sweetheart." he soothed, fingers gentle but firm in your mouth.
You sucked on them with desperate, whining pulls, saliva coating the gloves.
Joel shook his head, voice strained. "God damn flowers."
"I know," Jack replied, eyes flicking down to where Joel's cock disappeared into your soaked cunt. "Reports were way worse. It's like heat for humans—constant need until the cycle breaks."
Joel kept thrusting, the filthy wet sounds growing louder, his thumb finding your sensitive clit, giving only gentle, light rubs. You moaned around Jack's fingers, whimpered, your body arching from the stool as another orgasm ripped through you.
He buried himself deep, grunting as he came too, hot pulses of cum flooding your cunt while your walls clenched around him.
Jack's free hand stroked your hair. "You're doing so well," he whispered. "That's it. Let it all out."
Joel slowly pulled out, watching thick ropes of his release trickle down from your swollen pussy. He tucked himself back in, thinking that would be enough.
But the needy ache in your core hadn't faded. Your hips still rocked, eyes glassy, silently begging for more. Your cunt started clenching again, desperate to be stuffed.
Jack pulled his fingers out of your mouth, taking his gloves off.
"She's…she's still not done," he said, his voice softer now, laced with an uncertainty that wasn't there before.
He swallowed. "The flower's effects are cumulative. She's had three orgasms so far, but the pollen load was significant."
Jack's fingers trailed down your cheek, your jaw, until they rested on your collarbone. "Your heart rate's still high." He glanced at Joel. "Can you hold her steady? I need to examine her cervix again."
Joel nodded, his hand moving to cradle your head. He leaned over you, his face inches from yours, his breath was warm against your cheek, pressing a kiss on your nose. "You hear that, baby? Doctor Abbott's gonna take a look. Just breathe, okay?"
Jack pulled on a fresh pair of gloves, the snap of latex loud in the quiet.
He positioned himself between your legs again, his fingers gentle as he parted your slick folds.
Your cunt was still a swollen, pink mess—puffy and raw, dripping with Joel's cum and your own release.
Jack's brows furrowed deeper, his tongue wetting his lips. "No tearing. But she's inflamed. The tissue is still pretty engorged." He pressed two fingers just inside your entrance, and you gasped, your hips bucking. "Still sensitive. Very sensitive."
Joel watched, his eyes dark, the grip on your hand tightening. "What do we need to do?"
Jack withdrew his fingers slowly. "I think…I think she needs stimulation again. But maybe a different angle. She's been stimulated vaginally. The flower's compounds are absorbed through the mucous membranes, so oral stimulation might also help" He looked at Joel, and for the first time, a faint blush colored his cheeks. "I could…only if that's okay with you, I could use my mouth. On her. It's the gentlest way. Fingers or a toy might be too rough with the swelling."
Joel's eyebrows rised. He didn't say anything for a long moment, just stared at Jack with a mixture of surprise and unsureness. But he trusted him. "You're the doctor."
Jack's answer was a shaky breath.
He knelt down, his prosthetic clicking softly as he positioned himself between your spread thighs. He looked up at Joel, eyes wide, his voice was barely above a whisper. "I won't do something that you don't want."
"You won't," Joel said, and there's a quiet certainty in his voice. "You're good at what you do. And you care. That's all that matters."
Jack leaned in, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh first, a soft, hesitant kiss. He started murmuring to you, his words muffled against your skin. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just relax. Let me help you."
He trailed his mouth up, leaving a wet path, until he reached your pussy.
He hesitated at first, his breath hot against your swollen folds, and then his tongue darted out, flicking tentatively over your clit.
You cried out, a sharp, high sound, your hips jerking.
Joel shushed you, his hand stroking your hair. "Easy, easy, honey. Let him work."
Jack's tongue moved in slow, careful circles, his eyes closed, his whole being focused on the task. He was so gentle—so so gentle it almost hurt. He let his tongue flatten, just barely, dragging the softest, wettest line from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the hood of your swollen clit.
When he reached the nub, he didn't flick or circle.
Instead, he parted his lips just enough to take the tiny bud between them, not sucking, not even really holding—just resting it there, letting his breath ghost over it. He knew you were sensitive so he gave it a single, featherlight pulse of his tongue, like a heartbeat, before releasing it just as gently.
He pulled back for a moment, looking at Joel. "She's still very wet. The pollen keeps secreting fluids. That's good—it means her body is actively metabolizing."
He pressed another kiss onto your inner thigh, his hand coming up to cup your mound, his thumb rubbing soft circles. "You're doing so well. Just a little more, okay? I'll make it good."
Joel watched, his breath coming heavier. He was hard again, his cock pressing against his jeans.
He didn't touch himself, though. He just held you, his eyes locked on Jack's mouth as it worked over you, his own throat tight with something that feels like gratitude and jealousy all tangled together.
"I got her, Joel," Jack said between gentle strokes of his tongue, his voice strained. "She's responding. Clenching. She's—" He broke off as you moaned, your body beginning to tremble again. "She's close. Another one."
Joel leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. "Let go, baby. Let Jack take care of you. You can do it."
Your orgasm build, slow and deep, and when it finally broke; it's was a rolling, shuddering wave that pulled a desperate sob from your chest.
He didn't stop, his tongue gentling through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until you're limp, your body sagging into the chair.
"Good, yeah, that's real good," Jack pulled back, wiping his chin with his hand while looking at the fluids you released. "She did well."
You breathed out, already feeling your cunt spasm again, in need of another release.
Jack checked your fever and your blood pressure again, letting out a soft breath, turning to face Joel. His voice was low and gentle, unhurried. "It's still not stabilizing the way I'd like. Her heart rate's come down which is good. But her blood pressure's still sitting high, and her temperature's not dropping."
Joel's grip on your hand tightened. "God dammit. What else can we do?" He asked. "You said oral would help."
Jack nodded slowly. "It did help. It brought her some relief. But the pollen is trapped in her pelvic tissue now. To fully clear it, she needs a stronger parasympathetic response. I think at this point, oral alone won't reach that deep."
He paused, thinking.
"There's another option," he said, looking at Joel first, then down at you. "It's a bit more...involved. But I think it would work. I've read it in the reports."
Joel's brows furrowed. "Just tell me."
"Dual stimulation. It could trigger a more complete autonomic response. Simultaneous penetration of the vaginal and anal canals would increase overall parasympathetic activation, potentially clearing the pollen from deeper tissue through intensified contractions and fluid release."
He held up a hand, reassuring. "I know it sounds like a lot. But i've read enough of them in the reports."
Joel looked at you, then back at Jack. His voice was rough but not angry. "You mean, hell—both of us? At the same time?"
"If you're comfortable with that," Jack said, his tone still gentle, almost apologetic. "I wouldn't suggest it if I thought there was another way. But she's still suffering, Joel. I can see it in her eyes. And I don't want her fever to spike again."
Joel stared at the floor for a long moment, then looked at you. Your skin was still flushed, your eyes glassy with need, begging him to do something. You squeezed his hand weakly, a small sound escaping your throat.
He let out a breath. "Fine. If it'll help her. But I swear to god above, Abbott, if she stays like this. Then—"
"Joel… I hear you," Jack murmured, hands half‑raised in a calming gesture. "I'm not…I'm not thrilled about this either. But I won't let anything happen to her. I promise you that."
He then knelt between your legs again, his hands resting lightly on your thighs. "I need to check if she's ready," he said. "The pollen causes natural relaxation, but I want to be sure there's no discomfort."
He pressed a thumb gently against your perineum, then traced it along the rim of your anus.
The touch was featherlight, exploratory but uour body responded without a thought: a shiver, a soft gasp.
Jack looked up at Joel, his expression calm.
"She's already relaxed. No prep needed." He nodded.
Jack shifted his gaze to you. His hand remained where it was, a grounding pressure against your most intimate space. He spoke slowly, his voice a soothing murmur.
"Sweetheart, I'm going to tell you exactly what we're thinking, and you can take your time. There's no rush."
He paused, waiting for your eyes to meet his.
"Joel will be with you the way he always is—inside you, slow and gentle. And I'll be behind you, entering you here," he said, his thumb pressing just slightly inward, "in your bottom. We'll move together, very slowly, matching each other's pace. It'll feel full—intense—but it won't hurt if you're relaxed, and you are. The pollen will release, your fever will come down, and your heart will settle."
He watched your face, his eyes patient and warm.
Joel leaned down, brushing his lips against your nose. "It's your call, babygirl. I'm right here."
Your breathing hitched. The heat inside you coiled tighter, desperate. You looked up at Joel, then at Jack—his dark eyes patient, his hand steady on your body.
You nodded, needy.
"Yes," you whispered. "Please. I need something."
Jack's lips curved into a faint, reassuring smile. "That's good. That's real good." He withdrew his hand slowly and looked at Joel.
Joel's jaw tightened. He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, slow and deliberate. Then he looked over his shoulder at Jack, and to the couch in the room. "This couch work for you? She'll be more comfortable there—pillows, somethin' to brace against."
Jack nodded, already moving. "I'll get it set up."
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Jack cleared the sofa with efficient movements: tossing aside a pillow, spreading a clean blanket over the cushions, positioning two more pillows against the armrest.
His hands moved with practiced precision, but there was a slight tremor in his fingers as he smoothed the fabric.
He was trying to stay professional. It was cute, in a way; this man who had stitched up Joel's wounds and patched up Jackson's sick, now preparing a makeshift bed for something more intimate.
And you wouldn't lie if it didn't excite you.
While Jack worked, Joel stayed with you. He cupped your face in both hands, his thumbs tracing the line of your cheekbones.
"Hey," he murmured, tilting your chin up so you had to meet his eyes. "Look at me."
You did. His eyes so soft. Tender. The same eyes that had watched over you during patrol, that had softened when you begged him to take you to the forbidden parameter just to see those stupid, wild rabbits and play with them.
"It's gonna be alright," he said. "You trust me?"
"Always," you breathed.
"Trust Jack?"
You glanced towards the sofa, where Jack was adjusting the last pillow. He caught your gaze and offered a small, reassuring smile—the same smile he gave before setting a broken bone, before delivering difficult news.
Professional. Always kind and gentle.
"Yes," you said. "I trust him."
Joel leaned in and kissed you then. Slow, thorought, a kiss that promised you stability. His lips moved against yours with a gentle pressure, his tongue brushing the seam of your mouth, tasting you. One hand slid into your hair, cradling the back of your head, while the other found the small of your back, pulling you just slightly closer.
When he broke the kiss, you were breathless. He rested his forehead against yours.
"Good girl," he whispered. "You're doing so good. Now let's get you comfortable."
Without warning, Joel slid one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you off of the exam chair as if you weighed nothing.
You gasped, your arms instinctively winding around his neck.
Jack had positioned himself on the far end of the sofa, sitting sideways, his legs spread, a condom wrapper discarded on the side table.
He was already hard—you could see the outline of his cock straining against his jeans, and when he shifted, the fabric pulled tight.
"Come here," Jack said, his voice a low murmur. He patted the cushion besides him. "There we go."
Joel lowered you gently onto the sofa, your knees sinking into the plush cushion. You were facing him, your hands braced on his broad shoulders, while he sat down too.
And behind you, you could feel the heat of Jack's body.
"Alright," Joel said, his hands sliding from your shoulders down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "He's gonna take care of you from behind. And I'll be right here." He tapped your chin, making you look at him. "Right in front of you. You need to stop, you tap my arm twice. You need a breath, you say my name. You hear?"
"Yes," you whispered.
"Good girl."
He touched you gently, his hands guiding your hips, your knees, until your back was closer to Jack and you were still facing Joel. He then positioned you on your knees, the cushion soft beneath you, your thighs spread just enough to accommodate what was coming.
Jack's breath caught.
His eyes roamed over you; the curve of your ass, your pretty waist, and your back.
"You're in control," Jack said, and his voice was strained but still carrying that professional cadence, the doctor's calm. "I'm gonna put on a condom, then you can take it at your own pace."
You heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then the slick sound of him rolling it on. You looked over your shoulder, watching him position himself—knees spread, cock standing up from his body, the condom sheathing him in a thin layer of latex.
His cock was thick, smaller than Joels, standing full and erect from a nest of dark and grey curls. His head was already a dark plum shade, slick with pre-cum bubbling on top, indicating that he was already hard all the while he examined you earlier.
"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart." Jack said, and there was a raw edge to his voice now, the professional slip giving way to something hungrier. "Lower yourself onto me."
You reached behind you, fingers brushing his thigh. He flinched—a tiny jolt, involuntary. You saw his cock twitch, the head bobbing slightly.
"Please," you whispered.
Jack's jaw tightened. His nostrils flared. He forced himself to nod, keeping his hands on his own knees. "It's okey. I'm right here."
You braced one hand on the back of the sofa, the other reaching down to guide him. Your fingers found the head of his cock, slick with latex.
You positioned it against your entrance—the tight ring of muscle that had just been stretched—and pushed back.
"There she goes." Joel murmured.
The pressure was intense.
A fullness that bordered on overwhelming.
You felt every ridge, every inch as you sank onto him, your body yielding slowly, grudgingly. Jack's breath hissed through his teeth, a sharp, bitten-off sound. His knuckles were white where he gripped his own thighs, the tendons in his forearms standing out with the effort of staying still.
Joel breathed out, holding onto your waist as he guided you gently down.
"Good," Jack managed, his voice strangled. "That's…that's perfect. You're doing so well."
He was fully sheathed inside you then—your ass stretched around his cock, the sensation so deep it seemed to reach into your belly. You felt full, split open, but not in pain. Just…finally filled the way you needed it.
In front of you, Joel watched your face with an intensity that made your stomach flip. His hand left your waist and stroked your thigh, a slow, grounding rhythm, his thumb tracing the crease where your leg met your hip. "You're my good girl." He whispered.
His own cock was hard, straining against his jeans, but he made no move to touch himself.
All his focus was on you.
"You got her?" Joel asked Jack, his voice low and gravelly.
"Yeah," Jack said, and his hands finally moved, settling on your hips. Not to guide you, not to push—just to steady. His palms were warm through the thin gown. "She's fully seated. Go ahead, Joel."
Joel's eyes never left yours. His cock thick and flushed, already slick with precum and your release from earlier.
He shifted closer, his knees bracketing yours on the cushion, his cock pressing against your wet, waiting entrance. He didn't push in immediately. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then your lips—soft, lingering.
"I've got you," he murmured against your mouth. "Breathe for me. Deep and slow. I can feel you clenching already—you're so ready, baby."
"Yes," you breathed.
He pushed in.
The sensation was indescribable—Joel's cock filling your cunt from the front, Jack's cock stretching your ass from behind.
They were separated by only a thin wall of flesh, and you could feel every movement of each man through the other. Joel's thickness pressed against Jack's length, a constant, intimate pressure that made you gasp.
Joel groaned low in his chest, his forehead dropping to yours. "Fuck," he breathed. "There we go, honey. There we go. You feel so perfect around me."
Behind you, Jack's grip tightened on your hips. "Jesus christ."
"I know," Joel said. "I know."
Joel stopped there, buried full, and let out a low breath against your neck. Then he looked down.
Your cunt was stretched wide around his shaft, the lips pulled apart, pink and slick with your own wetness. Below that, Jack's cock stuffed deep in your ass, making the whole patch of skin between your legs look swollen, used, full.
He watched the way his own cock disappeared into you, how the flesh clung to him like it didn't want to let go.
He then pressed a palm flat against your belly, rubbed slow circles just above where he's buried to calm you down.
They stayed still for a long moment—both of them buried inside you, your body stretched and full and trembling. Joel's breath was warm against your cheek. Jack's chest pressed against your back, his heart hammering against your shoulder blades.
"We're gonna move when you're ready. Slow and deep. Get your body to get used to it." Jack said behind you, gripping your waist.
Joel huffed as a nod, giving your cheek a kiss before his hand touched your mound, spreading you to watch himself.
Then they began to move. Small, shallow thrusts.
At first, it's barely more than a pulse—a subtle shift of both cocks deep inside you, rocking in place. Your pussy flutters around the first, a gentle squeeze that welcomes the tiny motion. Your ass clenches around the second, holding him tight as he budges fractionally in and out.
You gasped, burying your head into his neck.
"Shh, it's okey." he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "You can take it, babygirl."
His lips found your cheek, soft and lingering. He pulled you back just enough to meet your eyes—half-lidded, glassy, still lost in the haze of pleasure. His thumb traced over your cheekbone, wiping a smear of drool from the corner of your mouth.
"So damn beautiful, aren't you?"
Behind you, Jack's breathing was heavy, controlled. He was pumping inside you, careful not to be fast, his hands resting on your hips with a gentleness that belied the tension in his shoulders.
Over your shoulder, his gaze met Joel's.
A silent conversation passed between them. A nod.
A confirmation. We're good. She's good. Keep going.
"She is doing good," Jack murmured.
Joel nodded, his hand sliding down your side, fingers tracing the dip of your waist, the swell of your hip. "Best girl," he said, low and warm. "Yeah, baby?"
A sound tore out of you then.
Loud, ragged, utterly needy. It rose from somewhere deep in your chest—a whine that had no shape, no words, just pure, aching want.
Jack smiled. "Is she drooling again?"
Joel pulled back just enough to look at your face. Your lips were parted, slack, a glistening string of saliva stretching from your lower lip to your chin.
Your eyes were all hazy, unfocused, your breath coming in shuddering gasps.
"Mmhmm," Joel hummed. "Look at you, baby. All drooling to your chin. Messy thing."
Jack couldn't help but chuckle, his cock twitching inside you. His hand came up from behind then. His finger in latex, pressed against your lips without hesitation. The touch was light though, asking permission, even now.
Your mouth opened, and you took him in.
You closed your mouth around him and sucked, hard, hollowing your cheeks, pulling him deeper. A deep, shuddering satisfaction rolled through your chest.
Your eyes fluttered closed. This was what you needed. Something to suck on. Something to anchor you.
Jack's hissed out. "There you go. That helps, huh?"
Joel's hand slid down your belly, past the slick, glistening mess of your thighs, until his thumb found your clit. It was swollen, angry red, twice its normal size and pushing out from its hood like a small, desperate pearl. The barest brush of his calloused thumb made your whole body jolt, a shockwave of sensation that ripped through you.
"Easy, Joel." Jack murmurs, his voice a low. "Her clitoris is sensitive right now. If you apply too much direct pressure, she might get overwhelmed. Try lighter, circular motions, just around the hood. Let her build."
Joel nodded, his eyes analysing your face as he touched the little nub gently. Slow, deliberate circles, barely any pressure.
Your back bowed, arching into Jack's chest, your mouth clamping down on his finger, sucking for dear life.
The orgasm that ripped through you was sudden, violent but perfect. It started in your clit, that single point of pressure and radiated outwards in hot, electric waves. Your cunt clenched around Joel's cock, your ass tightening around Jack's.
A broken cry escaped around the latex in your mouth.
"That's it," Jack groaned, pushing his finger deeper into your mouth, feeling your throat convulse around the tip. "Just like that, sweetheart. You got it."
Joel's smile was soft, his eyes wet with something profound. He kept his thumb moving in slow, steady circles, drawing out every last tremor of your climax.
"You're doing so good for us, baby. Flushin' all that pollen out, huh?"
You nodded as best you could, gasping, drool pooling around Jack's knuckles.
They held still then, pausing their thrusts and letting your body catch up, letting the aftershocks of your releasre ripple through you.
Jack's free hand moved to your wrist.
His thumb pressed into the delicate skin, feeling the rapid thrum of your pulse. He counted silently. Then he moved his hand to the side of your neck, feeling the beat there, strong and wild. He pressed his palm to your forehead, then your cheek.
"Fever's going down," he said, the doctor's cadence threading back through the ragged lust in his voice. "Pulse is still a touch elevated. One more good one should flush the last of it out of her system completely."
He pulled his wet finger from your mouth with a
slick pop. A string of saliva connected his glove to your lower lip, stretching thin, then breaking.
Your mouth stayed open, seeking, needy so Joel planted open mouthed kisses on the corner of your lips.
"S'so much, Joel," you whined, the words slurred and breathless. Your voice cracked. "S'too much. Can't—can't take—"
"I know, babygirl." Joel leaned in and pressed a long, lingering kiss to your forehead. His lips stayed there, warm and steady. "I know. But you can. You're almost there. One more. Just one more for us."
"Gonna be a good girl for me?" He asked. "For Doctor Abbott, too?"
Joel glanced over at Jack, catching the faint flush rising in his cheeks. Jack swallowed dropping his gaze, and that tiny, embarrassed gesture pulled a low chuckle out of Joel.
You whined, nodding your head quickly. Your head lulled back, dropping to Jack's neck and looking up at him.
"Are you?" he murmured, looking at you, the words slipping out before he could stop them—quiet, direct, and meant only for you.
Joel’s brows lifted, a slow grin tugging at his mouth.
Your eyes went wide at his question. You nodded before you even realized you were doing it, breath catching as you stayed pressed against him.
Then, before you could turn around, Joel started thrusting upwards again. Slow, deep, deliberate.
Each stroke was a long drag against your walls, a languid exploration of the slick, hot grip of your cunt.
Jack started matching him, finding the counterpoint rhythm—sliding deeper as Joel pulled back, filling the space Joel left. His eyes were still on you, steady, nodding against the thrusts and counting them.
The fullness was overwhelming, the stretch a perfect pressure that occupied every empty inch inside you.
A whine broke from your mouth. Your head stayed on Jacks shoulder, while your eyes landed on Joels face again.
He grunted, speeding his hips, calloused hands on your thighs moving you to the rhythm he built.
"Someone's close," Jack said, his voice low.
"She is," Joel agreed breathless, hair falling damp to his forehead. "My sweet girl."
You moaned—sweet, broken, the sound rising from your chest like a prayer. Your head fell still Jack's shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed. Sweat glistened on your skin, beaded on your collarbone, trickled between your breasts.
Jack's hands slid up your damp stomach then.
They were slow, exploratory, tracing the lines of your ribs, the soft swell of your belly.
His palms cupped your breasts, lifting them slightly, feeling their weight. His thumbs found your nipples—hard pebbles against the cool latex of his gloves. He rolled them gently, watching your face for reaction.
"These are also very sensitive," he observed. The clinical observation was a thin veneer over the raw truth—he just wanted his hands on you. And he started to become bold enough to do so.
His thumbs circled and circled, pressed and pressed while pinched ever so lightly.
You whimpered, your hips bucking upward, grinding against Joel's thrusts.
"They are," Jack repeated, more to himself. "Good. That's good."
Joel watched your face, his pace quickening. A fine sheen of sweat covered his forehead, and a vein stood out on his neck.
"Look at me, darlin'. C'mon. Let me see those eyes."
You forced your lids open. Joel's gaze was locked on yours—dark, tender, burning.
"There you go," He growled. "Look at my babygirl...enjoying herself on two cocks, yea?"
Your cheeks flushed red at his words, closing your eyes again.
The slick, wet sounds of your bodies filled the room. Jack's fingers stayed on your nipples, rolling, tugging, pinching in rhythm with the thrusts.
"Hey, look at me." Jack said behind you, firm.
You did, looking into his eyes lazily.
"You're close. I need you to focus on us, is that clear?" He asked, eyes searching for any discomfort in your face.
Your eyes went wide at the sudden firmness in his voice. You nodded quickly, breath catching as you tried to steady your focus on him like he asked.
Joel let out a low, hum. “Yeah,” he said, a slow grin pulling at his mouth. “Listen to him.”
The pressure was building again—impossible, overwhelming. You were close, just like Jack said. Your thighs trembled. Your belly tightened. A hot coil wound in your core, drawing tighter with every stroke.
"C'mon," Joel urged, his voice dropping to a growl. "Give it to me, sweetheart. Let go. I'll catch you."
Jack's hips slapped against your ass, faster now, deeper. "Cum for us, sweetheart." he whispered against your ear. "Release it all. One more time."
And you did.
A hot gush came out of you—not a trickle, not a spasm, but a flood. It poured from your cunt, soaking Joel's cock, your thighs, his lap, the blanket beneath you.
A broken cry tore from your throat, raw and desperate, as you squirted hard, the release feeling like the fever finally leaving your body.
Your vision went white.
"Fuck," Jack groaned. He pulled out in one slick motion, the condom still snug on his cock. He ripped it off, stroking himself twice, three times, and spilled into the latex with a raw, shuddering groan that seemed to come from deep in his chest. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Joel's arms were around you instantly.
He dragged you flush against his sweaty chest, your weight settling on top of him as he fell back against the couch cushions.
He was still inside you, buried deep, and he didn't stop. He thrusted up into you—four powerful, driving strokes, each one hitting that perfect, swollen spot.
"One more, sweetheart. C'mon. One more for me." He whispered into your ear.
You squirted again—a weaker gush, a final release that flooded his belly and pooled beneath you. You cried out, burying your face into his neck.
Joel let out a guttural grunt, his hips stuttering as he came, hot and thick, pumping into you with a desperate, possessive rhythm. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place.
Your body went limp, boneless, slack against Joel's chest. Your face burrowed into the hollow of his throat, into the damp, salty warmth of his skin.
His heartbeat thudded against your cheek, strong and steady.
The world finally went soft, and your body relaxed.
Jack on the other hand, moved with quiet efficiency besides you. His hands were gentle as he pressed two fingers to the hollow of your throat, counting the steady thrum of your pulse.
He lifted one of your eyelids gently, checking your pupil response. A small flashlight flickered in his hand—when had he grabbed it? You had no idea. He pressed his palm to your forehead, your cheek, the side of your neck.
"She's asleep," he confirmed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Completely out. Pulse is seventy-two. Pupils reactive. Skin temperature normal. Pollen's probably fully out. She's going to be just fine."
Joel's arm tightened around you, a possessive, protective reflex.
He pressed a long kiss to the crown of your head, breathing you in. His hand came up to stroke your hair, smoothing the damp strands away from your face.
"God damn," he said to the ceiling, his voice a worn-out rasp. "That was wild."
He turned his head. Jack was on his feet, pulling his jeans up his hips, fastening his belt. Reaching for his flannel shirt. His movements were precise, unhurried, but there was a tremor in his hands that betrayed the cost of control.
"Thank you," Joel said. "No more bunnies for this Honeygirl."
Jack paused mid-motion, chuckling, his hand on the collar of his shirt. He looked at Joel, then at your sleeping form, tucked into the curve of Joel's throat. Your lips were parted, your breath even and deep.
He gave a single nod.
All that needed to be said, understood perfectly between them.
He finished buttoning his shirt and padded quietly into the kitchen. The faucet ran. A glass clinked. He was already preparing water for when you woke up, already thinking ahead.
Joel held you closer, his hand stroking your back in slow, soothing circles.
He pressed another kiss to your hair, then let his eyes close, just for a moment, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing, the proof that you were safe.
The way i googled the weirdest things guys...i've literally learned so much about the body LMFAO. if anybody sees my history they would think i've gone crazy. Also this is definitely not an excuse to write medical kink no no🫣
I hope this met some expectations, i'm still very very new to writing Jack abbott so please bear with me!!!
─ ˚₊⊹ᰔ Toji calls u pup, backshots (yum), squirting
Your nose began to twitch as you picked up the scent of the owner—a whiff of that husky aroma with a hint of sweat had you running up to Toji the minute he got his heavy boots stepped on the rug, tail wagging furiously and practically licking all over him.
“Pouncin’ on me more than usual. Must’ve chewed on some shit.” He grumbled while stepping around those fuckass squeaky toys that he knew he would have to pick up after.
You gasped at the accusation—you? Chew on something that wasn’t the washed out teddy bear with a million bite marks on it? Blasphemy!
“Just missed you Jiji..” you murmured on the couch until you heard him call your name in that tone that made your tail stiffen.
“Pup, bring your ass over here.” Your head hung low and you scanned all possible exits when he held up a stitched pillow that was torn up with feathers spilling all out.
“You chew on this shit? And then you’re gonna jump up in my face like you didn’t do anything?”
All you could do was whine under his gaze, your tail tucking between your legs.
“You whinin’ pup? Chewed this shit up and you got the nerve to fucking whine?" You didn't see Toji angry much. But when you did, it made your body freeze up in fear.
your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to diffuse the situation. "It wasn't me, Toji I swear.."
A dark chuckle left his lips that made your stomach sink. He walked right in front of you on that couch and stared down directly at you. He had that glint in his eyes, the one you knew he got when you riled his ass up.
"Are you really lying to me right now?"
You couldn't answer. Not with your heart racing. You just gulped while your ears folded down. The tears welling up in your eyes seemed to be the last straw for Toji.
“Keep looking at me with that pitiful look and I’ll fuck it off your face.”
Maybe you should've just fessed up and apologized. Maybe then he would let you go with a few spanks instead of fucking your cunt with your face smushed into the pillow.
That little bell on your pink lacy collar continuously ringed with each brutal thrust Toji delivered to your puffy pussy. It almost drowned out the wet sound of skin slapping and your loud whines as Toji drives into you from behind. Your mind felt numb with that you could barely even move and just lay there and moaning and slobbering into the pillow.
You were pulled out your trance when a sharp, stinging slap came down your ass. “Keep that back arched. No more fucking respect for your owner now huh?”
"M'sorry Jiji!—Fuckkk!” A long moan escaped your throat once you felt his tip nudge that spongy spot that had your knees bucking. Your eyes were glossy with those tears from earlier freely falling to your already messy face.
His hands that were digging into your hips came down to rub your swollen nub, your moans drowning out into a silent scream as your eyes nearly rolled back at the pleasure.
“Look at this little pussy creaming all over me." His eyes were glued to the nasty scene below him. He spread your ass, relishing in the way your folds struggled to accommodate his thickness. The way you pulsed and clenched around him only made him pick his pace up, only getting meaner and meaner. “Don't even—shit, deserve to be fucked like this.”
You practically gurgled a moan when he planted a foot on the bed and hit even deeper. Your pussy was pressed up against his balls and rutting into places you didn't even know existed. A warm, strong feeling in your stomach snuck up on you. One that had you feeling you were about to pee on him.
“W-wait Jiji, m'gonna pee..” You slurred out but before you could ever warn him a stream of your clear juices sprayed on the sheets, pushing Toji out.
Your brain barely registered what happened after you flopped onto the bed with any form of energy drained out of you. All you heard was Toji laughing at you and patting your soaked pussy.
“Just pissing all over me. Gotta teach my pup some manners, yeah?”
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ — I don't like it but when do I ever like anything
Synopsis: abandoned at the beach by your potentially-cheating husband, you're left up for grabs by two young men who don't seem to care that you're older, a mother, and married. in fact, that only seems to excite them more as they seduce you to abandon your morals.
Warnings: porn with the tiniest plot, reader cheats on her husband, SatoSugu action wink, threesome, public/trying not to get caught sex, milf!reader, hinted to be chubby!reader, age gap (reader is late 30s/early 40s and SatoSugu is in their 20s), reader's husband is mean (he's barely in this but I hope it's not triggering to anyone), double penetration, creampie, thighjob, fingering, unethical behaviour all around, mommy kink heavy, spit roasting, blowjob/deepthroating, face slapping, masochist!gojo, subby!gojo, femdom in parts, pússy inspection, hair pulling, cunnilingus, a little anal play, SatoSugu art by @/wacuoms on X, not proofread
Word Count: 8.4k
“Did you really have to wear that?”
You scan your eyes down your own body, more specifically the bikini you’re wearing. A little reluctant to know, you ask, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
To your right, your husband gives you a disgusted scoff. “You’re dressed like a whore without the body for it. You’re a mother, for Christ’s sake. Must you embarrass yourself and me?”
Ah.
So that’s why he regarded you so coldly, after you stepped out of the bathroom to get changed, back in the hotel. But if he thought you were dressed inappropriately for your age and size, why didn’t he say anything before? Why did he have to wait until you’re all situated on the beach, when you’ve already walked five minutes, when you’ve been laying here for almost an hour, and when people can hear him?
Self-conscious, you wrap your beach cover-up tighter around your body. You felt good before he opened his mouth. You were energised by the wonderful weather, the excitement of your children, and the thrill of wearing something revealing in a place where people won’t bat an eye. Now, you just feel like a beached whale.
“Mommy! Mommy! Look, I’m making a sand castle!” your youngest calls out.
You give him a shaky smile. “Very good, sweetheart.”
Around you, the beach hums with life.
The air is thick with salt and sunscreen, warm and golden under a sky so blue it almost hurts to look at. Palm trees lean lazily in the distance, leaves whispering whenever the breeze rolls in from the water. The ocean itself glitters, waves folding over one another in soft, rhythmic sighs as people wade in and out.
There are bodies everywhere.
Girls in tiny bikinis stretched out on towels, skin oiled and glowing, sunglasses perched perfectly on their noses as they giggle at something on a phone screen. Groups of boys toss a volleyball back and forth, all tanned shoulders and easy confidence, shouting over each other when someone misses. Couples lie tangled together, limbs draped carelessly, as if the heat has melted them into one another.
You feel…out of place.
Not because anyone’s looking. Not really. Most people are too absorbed in themselves. But it’s in the contrast. The flat stomachs, unwrinkled skin, the couples on honeymoons or anniversary holidays flaunting their undying love.
In comparison, you’ve aged. Your body’s turned curvier from the children you’ve birthed, you’ve got pudge everywhere, and it’s why your husband hasn’t touched you in months.
No.
Years.
He’s probably cheating, you think. All the signs are there — keeping his phone on him at all times, working overtime very frequently, a feminine scent lingering on his clothes that doesn’t belong to you, never pestering you for sex that lasts three seconds, if you’re lucky.
Oddly enough, you don’t really mind. Sex with him has never really felt very good for you and you’ve long stopped finding him very interesting. The love that was there, that resulted in your three beautiful children, has faded. You’ve become that couple that only stays together for the children.
A tale as old as time.
What bothers you most is how he can’t at least pretend to stomach your presence; he always has to make some snide comments to you, as if he’s a spring chicken, as if he has abs and a head full of hair.
The nerve.
When you glance over at him, you see he’s typing on his phone. Again. No doubt talking shit about your audacity to wear a two-piece swimsuit at your age to his mistress, whoever she is. He even has a tent growing in his swim shorts. Whatever she sent him must be good.
Clearing his throat, he sits up from his loungechair. “I have to go back to the hotel room. Um, a work thing popped up. I’ll see you later, honey.”
He doesn’t even wait for your reply before he skedaddles.
You sigh.
“Mommy,” one of your children says just metres away from you, “Granddad and Grammy are gonna take us for a walk. Is that okay?”
Your parents, despite their age, are much more active than someone your age. They came with you on this holiday. Perhaps because they know how your relationship with your husband is. You’re grateful for their company and for their help.
They smile at you, holding your children’s hands. Thank god for them because three children by yourself in this heat and in this crowd would be overwhelming as hell.
With a nod, you reply, “Yes, of course, sweeties. You go easy on them, okay? Do as they say and don’t go running off on your own.”
The three of them cheer.
Taking one of the bags with their goggles, armbands, water bottles, and children-friendly sunscreens, they go off on a little adventure. At least your kids are happy. That’s everything.
You’re left on your own on the lounge chair, partially shaded by the parasol.
Maybe you’ll read for a bit, nap, listen to some beach music — anything’s possible now it’s just you. A little peace and quiet will be nice. Yeah, it’ll be nice. That’s all a housewife like you can do anyway. You certainly can’t go parasailing or rent a speedboat, can you?
The thought has you chuckling to yourself.
“What’s funny, gorgeous?”
You jolt.
On the lounge chair beside you, the one your husband was occupying, is no longer vacant.
One man, with long hair tied up in a bun, is sitting facing you. There’s another behind him, one with white hair and pure black sunglasses, lying under the umbrella. When had they gotten here? Where did they come from? And how long have they been there?
The white haired man tilts his head to look at you over the rim of his sunglasses. “I’m in the mood to laugh, so please, share with the class.”
Confused, you sit up. “Excuse me?”
Man-bun gives you a small smile. “Where are our manners?” He gestures to himself. “I’m Suguru.” He gestures behind him. “This is Satoru.”
You introduce yourself, though you know you shouldn’t.
They’re much younger than you are, you can tell. They have abs, which anyone can see through the sliver of the opening of their hoodie and tropical shirt; mischievous smiles that say they’re no strangers to trouble; and hungry eyes that are scanning your body up and down.
What do they want?
Satoru yawns, long limbs stretching. “We overheard your shitty husband running his mouth. He always like that? Y’know, spewing lies?”
God, you knew people could hear him berating you. It’s one thing behind closed doors, but it’s another to be perceived by outsiders. These two young men must have felt so bad for you they came over to make you feel better. How humiliating.
Cheeks heating up, you try to shoo them away. “I’m not sure what you want from me, but there’s nothing I can give you.”
Suguru tries to hide his smile between his hand. He muses, “Oh, I’m not sure about that — you look like you’re more than an expert in wrangling two unruly boys.”
There’s an undertone in his words that has you on edge.
Are they flirting with you?
You struggle for words, unsure of what to say. On one hand, it’s inappropriate for someone your age to be entertaining men younger than you, especially when you’re married and a mother. On the other hand, the attention is nice. You haven’t had men expressing their interest in you in a while. And they’re very good looking boys.
Drop dead gorgeous, actually.
Maybe you’ll let them stay, converse for a bit until they get bored and leave. It’s not like your husband will be coming back any time soon. And he’s doing much worse right now. A little harmless fun won’t be so bad, right?
“So you’re here with family?” Suguru, the more polite of the two, asks.
“Yeah,” you answer, sipping some water from your bottle, “just a little family holiday before the start of school. And you two?”
Satoru waves the question off with a lazy hand. “No, no, we live here. You can say this is our domain and you’re all trespassing, but we’re more than happy to have a beauty like you wandering around.”
The compliment has you flushing. “Oh, hush you.”
“No, we’re serious,” Suguru says, gesturing over your body. “Every part of you looks too good to eat.”
“We’ll certainly still do though,” his friend adds, laughing.
Despite how awkward you feel talking to two people out of your age range, you find yourself laughing along too. Yeah, this is completely harmless, you think. They’re just boys finding it funny to mess around with the tourists. Boys their age want a romp, anything exciting to brag to their friends about.
And you’re surrounded by strangers you’ll likely never see again.
Let’s see how far this can go.
Playing along, you sultrily ask, “Oh, and you think you can handle a woman like me? I’d eat you for dinner.”
“Promise?” they respond in unison.
They’re eager, that’s for sure.
Practically drooling at the sight of you. They even lick their lips when you sit up straighter, tits bouncing with the movement.
Maybe this isn’t a good idea…
Maybe they think you’re being serious, that you’ll actually let them have a taste.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you give them understanding smiles. “Look, boys, I appreciate your interest. Really. But I’m too old for you. There’s plenty of young girls around thou—”
“Blergh.”
Satoru picks up the sunscreen from the little table between your two seats. He throws his sunglasses off and eyes the ingredients on the label. “When was the last time you reapplied?” he asks suddenly.
“I can’t remember,” you respond honestly, blinking at how they ignored your rejection.
Suguru shakes his head, tutting. “That’s not good enough. Very bad, actually. Very, very bad.”
Your skin’s just fine, you want to say, but any reassurance dies out on your tongue when they stand and circle you like wolves. From down here, they look so much taller. You can see their flawless skin more clearly now, can see the hard ridges of their tight body, and the softness.
Whereas your husband is flabby, hairy, and rough everywhere.
From your youth, you remember how wonderful it was to feel softness weighing you down, the energy only young men have, and their eagerness to please. It’s a life in the past come back to the present. Your thighs press together.
They notice.
The two exchange knowing looks, punctuated by victorious smiles.
You just gave them the go-ahead they’ve been looking for.
They both come to kneel beside you. You’re blocked from either side. Trapped. Landlocked. Prey to their hunt.
“Wait a minute,” you say, panicked, when your covering is yanked off your body. You try to cover yourself with the towel from under you but they’re not giving you any room to move. “What’re you two doing!”
Suguru pinches the strings of your bikini bottoms, not pulling, just twirling the flimsy thing as though aware of how easily he could bare you to him. He casually says, “Oh, we’re just doing our duty and preventing skin cancer; the sun’s a killer, haven’t you heard, pretty?”
Meanwhile, Satoru squirts a fat dollop of sunscreen into his palm. He grins down at you. “Maybe that’s what he’s doing — I’m gonna feel you up.”
“I’d turn over very quickly if you don’t want him groping your tits…yet,” Suguru warns, amused.
Right as those pale hands are about to make contact on your skin, you flop onto your belly like a fish. They land on your back with an, “Awww.”
You wince.
His hands are cold. They rove over your back with no hesitation. Satoru whistles. “You’re so soft! I wanna just gobble you up.”
This isn’t so bad, right? After all, you’ve always had trouble getting sunscreen on your back. Gulping nervously, you mutter, “Let’s keep this cute, you two. You’re only reapplying sunscreen. That’s it, alright? No, coping a feel.”
Behind you, someone snorts.
“Sure,” they say in unison with no real conviction behind the syllable.
Another pair of hands joins you. They’re cold too. It massages the oily thing on your back, taking over for the other pair which has ventured to your legs. They’re good at this — they’re pushing knots away, untightening the tension in your body, and applying just the right amount of texture to have you releasing low, satisfied moans.
People must be looking at you weirdly; you were just with your family five minutes ago. Now you’re being touched up by men probably half your age.
But, for all their teasing, they are respecting your boundary.
Until they aren’t.
It starts off slow at first, very light and almost not there. For a minute, you can actually convince yourself they’re just being helpful. Although, you’re vaguely conscious of hands coming under the bow of your bikini top with the excuse of needing to get even the areas that won’t see the sun. The other pair climb up to your thighs, delving into the inner parts, forcing your legs apart.
You’re on edge, unable to let the tempting sleep take you.
At every second, you’re aware of exactly where they’re touching, of who is. You can tell the difference: Satoru is more rushed, more excited. He wants to feel all of you all at once. Whereas, Suguru is more languid, more leisurely. He takes his time. He wants you to feel him.
“Feel good?” one of them asks.
“Mmm.”
“Yeah, of course you’re feeling good. Who doesn’t like to be massaged?” the other says, arrogant. “You know, we’re good at internal massages too.”
Biting your lip, cheek smushed on the towel, you say, “Behave, Satoru.”
He groans, hands gripping your thighs tight. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“Careful,” Suguru drawls. “Your mommy kink is showing.”
“Mind your own business, Suguru.”
That’s when they start growing bolder — the hands at your thighs creep up higher, gripping you in pulses, whilst the hands on your back slide down the sides, fingertips grazing the plumpness of your breasts which have spilt out. You tense, anticipating their next moves.
A thumb brushes the gusset of your bottoms. You jolt.
In a flash, you push yourself up.
They stare up at you, pupils blown out and eyes tracking your every move. Both of them look annoyed that you’d pulled away just when it was getting good. But you had to. They were about to do something very, very wrong in a very, very public setting.
“I’m going to get in the water,” you tell them, inching away. Your feet sink in the sand. Out of the shade, the sun’s heat engulfs you. Now that you’re free from their broad chests, you notice how the beach isn’t all that crowded. There’s definitely people out and about — families, kids, old people and vendors — just not so many that you can’t breathe.
You could have sworn there were more people minutes ago. Are you relieved that there are less witnesses to your inappropriate indulgement or frightened by the fact there are less witnesses to their hunger?
Suguru nods, rolling a shoulder back. “Yes, good idea. We’ll join you.”
“What?” you nearly shriek. Then, trying to compose yourself, you argue, “No, no. No need. Go and enjoy your day. Do whatever it is kids do these days.”
Satoru’s the first to stand. First to stroll over to you. He throws his jacket behind him. It lands right where you had been lying down. With a shit-eating grin, he spins you around and slings an arm over your shoulders. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re right where we wanna be.”
His friend slinks to your side, also shirtless.
You dig your heels in the sand, tugging yourself away. “On second thoughts, maybe I should go back to my hotel and see how my husband’s doing.”
They share a look.
Then they’re both dragging you to the water.
Maybe they’re strong and you can do nothing against their insistence. Maybe you don’t fight that hard. Whatever the case may be, you end up stepping inside the water regardless.
The small waves lap at your ankles, and soon, with their guiding hands, at your shin, knees, then thighs, hips, waist, and in a blink, you’re mostly submerged. The sea really is all-consuming.
Their chiselled shoulders and chests are all you can see as they circle you in the water like sharks. There are a few people in the water too, but they’re spread out. No one close enough to hear you thankfully.
“We’ve been eyeing you since you got here,” Suguru confesses, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he presses close behind you. He grips your waist, inching up a little.
You’re even closer to them than before — they’re tall, strong, carved by the heavens, truly blessed. So why are they here, with you? Why you when there are so many younger, prettier girls?
Satoru’s hands find your hips under the water, he yanks himself to you. “Couldn’t stop looking at you in this sexy bikini. We’ve been hard since. Like, really, really hard.”
They sandwich you between them, between two men who are young enough to be your friends’ children. Or your own. With a shake of your head, you attempt to scold them: “Now, boys, this is very bad of you. I’ll overlook this just once so you can go on your way and your parents won’t have to know.”
One of them snickers. He looks over your head to talk to his friend. “Parents? She thinks we’re kids.”
Suguru leaves a scalding kiss on your bare shoulder. You gasp. He says, “We’re grown men, pretty. We’re all adults here. What are you so worried about?”
The three of you are swaying in the water. The salty scent of the sea is hitting your nose, dizzying. In the distance, you hear people’s laughter and their light conversation. The world is turning, though it feels like it’s paused for you.
“Maybe I’m worried about the boners you’re grinding against me,” you retort, flustered. You’ve been trying to ignore it, trying to pretend you can’t feel two hot and heavy things poking your back and your stomach. But they make it impossible to when they’re grinding it against your body so shamelessly.
To make a point, Satoru moves your hips on his body. He’s rubbing you up on his boner, face buried in his chest with the water tickling your collarbone. He makes a pornographic moan, partly to tease you and partly because it’s helping his boner.
In a panic, you scan the area for anyone who might have heard.
No one’s looking.
He says, “I wanna feel good. Don’t you wanna feel good? Wanna do something about the boners you’ve given us? Y’know, take responsibility and all that?”
At first, you wanted to dispute his second question; you did not give anyone anything, let that be clear. But his main question echoes in your head.
You do want to feel good.
By god, do you.
You haven’t felt good in years. You’ve forgotten what it even means to feel good. Still, this is wrong. It’s all shades of wrong, and you can’t let yourself get swept up. So you weakly reply, “I’m a mother.”
“Mmm, that makes no difference to us,” Suguru says. His hands are right under your heavy breasts now, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the fat that can’t be contained by the flimsy material. He weighs them in his palms, bouncing them up and down. Above the water, the tops emerge, all wet and shiny. Satoru can’t tear his eyes away. His friend continues, "Though, between you and me, he might actually really like that fact.”
Satoru doesn’t deny that. He only ruts his cock harder against your stomach through the thin layer of his shorts.
“I’m much older than you,” you say, reaching for anything that might dissuade them.
The man in front of you snorts. “Duh. We can tell that much.”
You don’t know why that offends you. But it does.
Before you can process what you’re doing, your palm makes contact with his cheek. Redness blossoms on the pale surface. Satoru’s face has whipped to the side. He blinks, processing what just happens, as you do. A tongue pokes through the injured cheek. He tests the sting, the corner of his lip twitching.
Someone laughs behind you. “You’ve done it now, pretty girl.”
When bright blue eyes pierce you — an almost deranged smirk warping his face into something older, something more authoritative than you — you realise the truth behind Suguru’s remark.
You really have done it now.
“You’ve given me a booboo,” he says, putting on a baby voice to mock how you hide between the age difference. “You should make me feel better, right, mom-my?”
“Oh goodness…”
His hands leave your hips, fumbling for something in the water. Though the water’s clear, you can’t bring yourself to look down. So it comes as a surprise to you when a long, hot thing slots itself right between your thighs, with the help of Suguru who lifts you up with ease in the water.
Satoru smushes his face right in between your tits which are drying under the sun now. He thrusts his cock back and forth, rubbing your clothed pussy. A fat cockhead nudges your clit on every return.
You’re panting, holding onto any part of them for purchase. “Wait,” you breathe out. “I’m married! I’m married!”
Too busy mouthing at the salt on your skin, Suguru instead has to reply, “We don’t care. We really. Fucking. Don’t.”
“Yeah,” his friend says, resurfacing from your tits to throw his head back with a groan. The water’s lapping more aggressively, disrupted by his thrusting and your squirming. “Your husband’s an ass who can’t appreciate when he has a great one right in front of him. If he won’t make you feel good, we will.”
“That’s right,” Suguru adds. He grips your chin and brings you to look at him. His lips touch your lips. He whispers against them, “You just have to let us.”
One of his arms is wrapped under your breasts, pushing them up for Satoru to rest his face on as he keeps rubbing his cock between your thighs. The other releases your chin to grope one tit. His blunt nail scratches a hard bud through the material.
You moan.
It’s too late to pretend you’re not soaked, that you’re not manically pleased with their attraction, with the feel of their hard bodies pinning you between them, that you don’t want this so bad.
No one will know.
No one has to.
It’ll be your dirty, little secret that you’ll pull whenever you’re at your very lowest.
With that decision made, you surge to kiss Suguru, who wastes no time in deepening the kiss. His tongue pushes in, licking and tasting. He’s readily groping your tit under the top, pinching and flicking your nipples. Satoru squeezes the other, lifting it out of the water to suck at it, uncaring of the taste of sea water.
Too much is happening at once.
It’s crazy.
Insane.
And so fucking good.
Suguru shoves Satoru back so he can slide his hand inside your bottom. He finds your clit with ease, spreading your puffy lips with two fingers and rubbing the bundle of nerves with the middle. All while, his lips haven’t left yours. He’s sucking all your oxygen out, threatening to drown you in his taste.
Somewhat aggrieved, Satoru complains, “Hey! Don’t monopolise her. You have to share, Suguru!”
You pull away a little to say, “Yes, Suguru. You have to share. Be my good boys, won’t you?”
Both of them groan.
He lets Satoru’s fingers join him in playing with your pussy. Satoru hooks the bikini to the side. His fingers bump into his friend’s before it finds your entrance.
“Ngh! Please! Harder. Deeper,” you mewl.
Satoru’s fingers are so long. They’re stretching your pussy out, inch by inch, till they’re buried at the hilt and curling up against that gummy spot inside you that has you seeing starfishes in your hazy vision.
In tandem, they finger you — one massaging your g-spot and making good on his promise at being skilled at internal massages, and the other rubbing your clit so expertly you can’t do anything but throw your head back and wail wantonly.
One of them, at this point you don’t care who, sucks and licks at the length of your neck.
Where did you get the courage to be so whorish, to boss them around like you’re their mother?
It hardly makes sense to you.
Neither does the searching your hands do under the water.
You find their cocks. One is already out, bobbing. The other you have to maneuver out of its confines in his swim trunks. They both whine your name out when they feel you wrap your hands around their length.
Now, you’re no stranger to dicks.
These two may be bolder and more shameless, but you know how to please a man. You know that you gotta squeeze their cocks just right, gotta rub your palm over their tips, thumb the slit and spread their pre-cum under their cockhead. You know how to toe the fine line between pain and pleasure, and which of them prefers to lean towards the other.
“Oh s-shit,” Satoru stutters.
The other sucks in a sharp breath.
Satoru’s nose pushes your bikini cover off one of your tits. He wastes no time sucking your nipple, but it’s not like how your husband used to suck on your breast. It’s more eager, more feral, as though he’s sure if he sucks hard enough milk will actually come out.
“That’s it, baby,” you mutter, arching your chest out to feed him your breast. “Suck mommy’s titty. Such a good boy.”
In your grip, his cock throbs. So does the other.
Seems like it’s not just Satoru who has a mommy kink.
Despite your relentless attacks on their cocks, their fingers don’t quit. They keep teasing your pussy just right. You ride their wrists. Your moans melt with theirs under the sun’s watchful gaze, and who knows how many other people’s.
If only your husband can see how desired you are, can see your face scrunch up in pleasure he’s never given you, how easily men half his age can find your clit.
“Cum, pretty,” Suguru groans out.
“Yeah,” Satoru says. “Wanna feel you -hah- tighten around my fingers. Wanna know how you’ll feel on my cock.”
Almost as though their voices carry a special power, your body listens.
The orgasm takes you by surprise, not from its suddenness — it’s been building for a while now — but from the sensation itself. It’s been years since your back’s arched, since your toes have curled, your lower belly has cramped, bolts of electricity ran through your veins, and your clit’s throbbed. You hardly recognise the maddening gloriousness. And yet, when it washes over you, it’s a very welcome return.
“T-that’s it,” someone says. “Such a good girl.”
“Mm, bet your husband’s never touched you as good, has he? Bet he’s scared of pussies, which is ironic because he is one,” the other boy snickers.
If they expect you to come to your husband’s defence, then you only disappoint them.
Meanwhile, your hands haven’t stopped. They only jerk them off faster and harder, till their snarky words die out and turn into whimpery moans.
Soon, they cum at the same time.
Ropes of pearlescent cum jet out into the water, dissipating.
The three of you stumble onto a massive rock in the water you hadn’t even realised you’d been hiding behind. How long ago did you get pushed over here, far from the rest of the beach where it’s most crowded? Does it matter?
Here, seemingly a mile away from where you started, the water’s at thigh level.
You’re so heated everywhere you can’t even tell the difference between the warm water and the warm air. It’s all the same to you now, especially when you’re distracted by the unceasing roving of their hands which touch you everywhere they can reach.
“Where are your manners, boys? Didn’t anyone tell you to buy a girl dinner first?”
Satoru bites his smiling lip.
Suguru chuckles.
“You are our dinner.” The former smashes his face into yours, robbing you of breath. “You’re absolutely stunning. The literal woman of my dreams,” he says in between kisses, when you need to gulp for air. “Knew as soon as I saw you from afar that I wanted you to spank me, to ruin my life.”
That’s a real nice thought…
With an innate rhythm, they swap places — Suguru’s now in front of you, pressing gentle kisses on your cheeks and on your jawline, whilst Satoru’s groping your tits from behind. He rubs his already-growing-hard cock on your ass.
Oh, the wonder of youth.
Suguru rests his big hand on the back of your head. “Down, pretty. Put your ass out for me.” You allow him to push you down. You hold onto Satoru’s thigh, addicted to how you’re being bossed around by men younger than you, bent into place for their use. When satisfied, he says, “Such a well-behaved mother you are. I’m sure your kids take after you, huh?”
He palms the globes of your ass, thumbs tucking under your bikini bottom as he appreciates the roundness of your behind.
In front of you, Satoru’s jerking himself off. A bead of pre pools out from his bubblegum pink tip. He taps the cockhead on your lips. You kitten lick his slit, making sure to really get in here. He lets out a, “Jeez, your husband’s an idiot. He’s missing out on a special grade woman here.” He peers down at you, grinning. “Is your mouth as talented as the rest of you, mama? Gonna suck my dick, hmm?”
What choice do you have other than to take that impressive cock down your throat?
Opening your mouth nice and wide, you try to swallow as much of his length as you can. Satoru holds your face in place so he can push himself in little by little. He tastes salty, but you can’t tell if it’s because of his skin, his pre-cum, or because of the sea. Maybe all three.
Behind you, Suguru’s breath blows on your sensitive skin. “Gonna let me taste you, pretty girl?”
“Tell me how hot MILF pussy is, Suguru,” his friend demands, pale abs contracting with the fight not to cum too soon. His muscular thighs help keep your balance, and when you accidentally dig your nails too hard after he hits the back of your throat by accident, you’re surprised to hear him whimper, “Ngh, mommy!” Then he groans. “Fuck, that’s embarrassing.”
Suguru laughs. “Embrace the kink, Satoru. You’re not fooling anyone.”
“Shut up.”
It’s weird, now that you think about it, that someone other than your children is calling you mommy. Even weirder than it’s not a child at all. Though oddly, you don’t mind it. Perhaps you’d even go as far as to say that it’s turning you on.
What can only be Suguru’s nose traces your slit through the swimsuit. His hands grip your thighs, squeezing the ample flesh there like it’s a stress toy. A drop of trepidation clutches your chest; what if you smell bad? What if they find the pussy that’s birthed three children unattractive?
When he gets his fill of your scent, and lets out an, “Oh god,” your worries evaporate in the scorching heat of his undeniable desire for you.
You expect him to pull the gusset to the side, just as Satoru had done earlier, but he surprises you instead by untying, with far too much ease, your bottoms entirely. Cool air wafts through your heated folds. Your whole body shakes.
What if someone wanders over to where you three are?
There’ll be no hiding, no explaining why you’re bare down there.
Suguru parts your lips for his eyes and you forget all about the law. He says, “Her pussy’s as pretty as the rest of her, Satoru. So wet and needy. And look at her adorable clit, pulsing my name.”
“You mean, my name,” Satoru counters, hips rutting inside your hot mouth. He pets your hair and coos down at you, “Isn’t that right, Mrs. Loves Young Dick? Mrs. Hates Her Husband’s Tiny, Wrinkled Dick?”
He’s having too much fun lording his power over you. He needs to be punished — you massage his balls with one hand, rolling the heavy sack in your palm, and allowing your fingers to brush over the puckering hole hidden away.
“S-shit!”
Satoru’s knees quiver, threatening to buckle from under him. An attack on his tip with your swirling tongue, on his balls, and his asshole is too much for anyone, no matter how virile. But you don’t want him to cum yet. It’d be too early so you let his balls go and focus on staying balanced behind the big rock that covers all three of you from view of the whole beach.
A tongue licks a stripe from your clit to your entrance, scooping a mouthful of your overflowing wetness.
Suguru groans.
His whole face is buried between your cheeks, lapping up your juices as though he’s dehydrated. That skillful tongue of his rubs your clit in tight circles just how you like it, giving enough pressure for you to feel already close to cumming.
It flicks up and down, pushing the nerves there to their limits.
Your legs quiver. You shuffle on your feet, undecided between pushing back so he’d get even deeper or pulling away from the unbearable bliss. Your moans come out muffled. The vibrations have Satoru’s hips jolting deeper inside you, bruising your throat.
Suguru worms the wet appendage in your cunt, licking your pillowy walls. He moans straight inside you. You feel the vibrations there shoot through your body, up your spine, and go straight to your head.
Someone, or both of them, plays with your swinging tits. You don’t have it in you to feel any embarrassment at how they’re saggier than the breasts women their age have. Not when they make no mention of it. Only the sounds of their pleased groans at the feel of every part of you reaches your ears.
They pull both of your tits out of the confines of the bikini top, allowing them easy access to your nipples, which they rub and pull and flick as they please.
Distantly, you can still hear the thrum of life on the beach, of people playing in the water, of waves crashing on the rocks. Under you, the mid-thigh level water gently laps at your body, grazing your nipples delectably.
“She tastes like the finest wine, Satoru,” Suguru says. His hand has rounded your belly, pressing up at your pelvis. You gasp around his friend’s cock. The urge to pee has arisen, and it’s making you delirious.
Above you, he makes a disgusted sound. “Ugh, don’t describe her pussy juice with alcohol. Describe it in terms of candy. How sweet is she, Sugu?”
“The sweetest,” he answers, unbothered by Satoru’s peculiar demands. “Here, taste her.” Suguru stands, rubbing his bare cock over your drenched pussy lips. His cockhead catches on your clit and you find your hips grinding back, seeking out that incredible hardness.
You don’t know what happens above you. But you can imagine, from the sudden wet smacking sounds and the dirty groans they both make, that Suguru’s giving Satoru a taste of your pussy which he had collected on his tongue. Somehow, that has you clenching on air.
“Sweet,” Satoru gasps. “So sweet. Fuck, Suguru, I can’t take any more of this. I wanna feel her. Wanna be inside her.”
“Me too,” Suguru says, grabbing his cock and tapping it up against your clit. You feel wet strings form and break, splashing a little onto your skin. Or maybe it’s just the sea.
Satoru pulls himself from your throat, jerking his cock at the sight of your swollen, glossy lips which the tip is bumping. Finally, you get a reprieve for your sore throat. You greedily gulp air down, overwhelmed by the devastating emptiness you find inside you now.
The other man gathers your wet hair and tugs you up, back flushed against hard chest. Satoru squeezes your heaving tits, bending down to blow raspberries between. He’s motorboating you. Like an idiot.
Just as Suguru had done to you, you yank him by his hair and drag his face to yours. You kiss him. He quickly reacts, moaning into your mouth. It’s a sloppy kiss. All tongue, saliva dripping down chins, and at one point, he even sucks your outstretched tongue like it’s a cock.
It’s obvious these boys must have been playing with themselves when they don’t have a woman to torture.
Lucky.
“Up,” Suguru says.
You jump into Satoru’s arms, legs wrapping around his narrow hips. Wet tits get squashed against his chest. Hard nipples scrape slippery skin.
Someone cock prods your pulsing entrance. You pant for it, desperate to feel full, to feel cock that isn’t your husband’s, cock that you know will reach the deepest parts of you and will have you feeling it for days.
But then…
Another cock prods your entrance too.
“Oh my god,” you breathe out. “You can’t both fit inside me!”
“Shhh, pretty girl. Don’t worry about anything. We’ve got you. We’ll make it fit,” Suguru says, leaving a kiss on the crook of your neck.
“You’re a champ,” Satoru adds, with a shit-eating grin. He licks a stripe up your cheek, as though it’s revenge for what you had done to his no-longer-pink-from-the-slap-only-from-arousal-cheek. “You can take us, can’t you?” he asks. He’s put on that baby voice again. “Mommy won’t disappoint us, will she?”
Swallowing a moan down, you say, “I-I can try.”
“Atta girl,” they say in unison.
Together, they push in.
Your nails dig into Satoru's back, no doubt leaving pink crescents. You grit your teeth. The pressure is intense. It’s nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s far too much too fast. You cry out, “I can’t do it!”
Suguru mumbles into your ear, though he’s struggling too, “It’s a-alright. Just breathe.”
You’ve already gone this far, already done things you would have never thought to do before you left the hotel room an hour or two ago. This can’t be where you give up. You want everything they have to offer, and if your boys want to feel you at the same time, then that’s what you’ll give them.
It seems like another hour passes under the blaring sun before they stop pushing in. When you peer down between your body and Satoru’s, you’re bewildered at the sight of his cock not even being half way in.
Yet, they’re satisfied.
For now.
Slowly, they both start rocking in. Gently. Carefully. Testing the waters.
It’s not an easy fit.
Still, nothing could hurt as much as labour, so this isn’t too bad for you. Somewhere beyond the sting, there’s a blooming pleasure. Perhaps born from the depravity of having cocks that aren’t your husband inside you, cocks belonging to men much younger than you, and from being fucked by two men somewhere you could be caught.
Satoru kisses you to distract you from the slight pain at having two cocks impossibly lodged inside you. And as quick as his lips arrived, Suguru’s stealing yours. Then Satoru’s again. Suguru’s. Satoru’s. Back and forth, you alternate between them, becoming lightheaded at the constant twisting and turning and from the sensation of great pressure pushing deeper inside your belly.
Your eyes, which you hadn’t realised had closed, open to find the two boys liplocked. This is what you didn’t get to see though you so badly wanted to earlier — their pink lips wrapping around each other, the glimpses of tongues tangling together, of passionate moans mingling.
They kiss like they’ve been doing this for years.
Their cocks pulse inside you.
You lean close, joining in their makeout. Resembling puzzle pieces, you three slot together perfectly. Tongue meeting each other and you don’t know who’s where and what, only that everything everywhere feels good.
With final groans, they bury themselves to the hilt.
“Oh fuck,” the three of you moan in unison.
Quickly, a rhythm’s built up. They thrusts in turns, as though sawing your gummy walls. With how far they’ve stretched you, you feel your anal walls stimulated by their ploughing, and it’s incredible.
Maybe you should care that they’re not wearing condoms. But you don’t. Because feeling them bare is wonderful — their veins, the ridges, the flared out cockheads that scrape your walls. It’s all so fucking good.
Your clit grinds at Satoru’s pelvis whenever he rams his cock into the very base.
Lips suck your neck, your nape, your tongue, your lips, everywhere they can reach. And you’re pulling hair, scratching backs, bouncing down on cocks in their arms.
“Take a picture of me on this rock.”
The three of you still.
There’s people on the other side.
You can hear them splashing around as they adjust themselves. There’s also laughter. Voices from people their age. They don’t know you’re behind the rock, do they? They haven’t seen a glimpse of you three? Didn’t hear your lewd moaning and the squelching and fwop! fwop! fwopping! of wet skin against wet skin?
In your chest, your heart pounds so loudly you think it might give you away.
“Don’t make a sound,” Satoru mouths. Though as he says that, his hips are still rocking inside you, barely perceptible but definitely there.
Behind you, Suguru’s no better. His hands are playing with your tits, pulling the buds till they stretch out obscenely, till you’re writhing on their dicks and having to bite down on your lip to stop the whines escaping and blowing your cover.
They’re more badly behaved than your kids.
But you’re no rational adult either; you keep bouncing in their arms, riding their cocks as you chase your high. “Don’t -hngh!- stop,” you plead. “It’s so good. So, so, so good!”
Conversations continue on on the other side, as do the clicking of the camera. If they decide to step around the rock, they’re going to get a photo-ful of bare skin, more than what any beach-goers are currently showing.
None of you care.
All the three of you want is to cum.
“D-don’t -fuck- clench down so hard,” Suguru quietly grits out, teeth skimming your shoulder in his effort not to be too loud.
Satoru agrees, long, white lashes fluttering, “Y-yeah, you’re too –hic!– tight already.”
You can’t help it, you wanna say, but what you can only manage is a garbled apology.
In a matter of a couple seconds, your grinding and their thrusting and the moaning and the bouncing speed up to an irregular, erratic rhythm. You’re just doing whatever feels good now, fuck the other people near you.
Their cockheads keep bumping your g-spot, pushing in so deep inside you you swear you can feel them in your lungs. Their lips suck, their tongues lick, teeth bite, fingers pinch and pull, and rub, hands squeezing and groping and yanking, with pleasure building and building and building until it bursts!
Your orgasm hits you like a tempest.
Spasms wrack your body, as do theirs.
The three of you tremble against each other, moaning and groaning under your breaths.
Your toes curl so hard you almost get a cramp. Your back arches till you’re shoving your tits in Satoru’s face, not that he complains — he can smother his high-pitched whimper in the mounds of your breasts. Your pussy pulses in time with their throbbing.
“So tight!” one gasps.
“Can’t -hah- breathe. Can’t -hngh- think!”
Hot cum spurts inside you, in double the serving. They paint your walls white, flooding your cunt, tickling your inside. It drives a mini orgasm out of you. Something just as hot splashes all over your skin and theirs. Is it you, Satoru, the sea?
You lose yourself in them, in their bodies, their taste lingering on your tongue, in the cursed bliss they gifted you.
The very best orgasm of your entire life has pulled you under water, sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of the sea.
No more sound is made from the other side. Maybe they were scared off by the sounds you three made, maybe they left long ago, maybe they’re still there. At least, no one’s come to bust you face-to-face. No lifeguard yelling and telling you the police is coming, no unfortunate family scarred for life.
It all worked out for itself.
There’s a smile on your face when you’re gently placed back on your feet. It widens after every kiss they leave on your lips in gratitude.
Suguru rakes a hand through his hair, pushing unruly strands back. He mirrors your expression as he touches between your legs. He feels the searing cum dripping out of you, and fucks it back inside with his thick fingers. “Told you we’d make it fit.”
“Yes, you did,” you say, laughing and moaning simultaneously with the last thrums of pleasure left inside you.
Satoru yanks that hand out and shoves it into his own mouth, heartily sucking on the mixed juices. “Mmm. Salty.”
You’re flushed, entranced by the sight.
They’re filthier than any other man you’ve met.
And more gentlemanly too — they find your bottoms for you, putting back it in place, the same with your bikini top, before they tuck themselves back in their shorts. Within minutes, any evidence of your wrongdoings is swept away by the current, with only the sun as your witness.
“Thank you,” you tell them. Sincerity coats the words.
They brought to life something you thought had been dead a long time ago, something that maybe was never alive inside you, something that a loveless marriage had buried. They reminded you you are a woman, not just a wife or a mother.
You have worth.
You have value.
You can start over again.
When wetness clings to your lashes, their gazes soften.
Suguru tucks your hair behind your ear. “You’re going to be alright, pretty girl.”
“The whole world’s your oyster,” Satoru adds, nodding proudly. “Always was.”
At the same time, they brush away the tears about to fall. They suck the wetness coating their skin, releasing satisfied sounds at your saltiest taste.
Everything that happens after that is a blur.
Maybe you continued playing in the water with them for another couple hours. Maybe you fucked them in turns. And at the same time again. Maybe you went back to your lounge chair straight away and napped the rest of the time.
It’s hard to tell.
The only thing you remember after is being woken up by your three children shaking you.
You stand, stretching your weary limbs, cover-up forgone. Your parents look tired, the kind of tired a long day taking care of children creates, which you know all too well. You give them an apologetic smile. They reject it with a shake of their heads, as though saying, ‘you never need to thank us.’
“Mommy, mommy, we collected sea shells and got ice cream and buried granddad in the sand!” one of them tells you, pulling at your arm. “We had the greatest day ever!”
You smile down at him. “Oh, very good, sweetheart.”
“It was awesome!” the middle child chimes. “A seagull tried to take my sandwich but I shooed it away, mommy!”
“How brave,” you say, pinching his chubby cheek.
The oldest gives you a disappointed look. “Were you just sleeping, mommy? That’s not good. You wasted a whole day at the beach!”
Ruffling her hair, you say, “You got me. But I don’t think it was a waste.”
Though you feel thoroughly spent, you’re pleased to discover a renewed energy inside you. You pack up faster than you thought you would, you chat with your kids and catch up with your parents, and look forward to dinner, musing what it’d be.
To all three of them, and to your parents, you ask, “Okay, ready to go back to the hotel?”
Their simultaneous yawns are your answer.
Your family makes its way to the road back, trudging, exhausted, through the heavy sand with the sun about to set and people staying back to watch the sky explode in orange and pink.
Bags in your arms, you look back, unable to resist the allure.
The two of them are already looking at you. They’re dressed in the same clothes they had been when they first introduced themselves — hoodie adorned, hair tied up, and sunglasses on. They lift the coconut cups they were sipping high up in the air in what you know to be both a salute and a goodbye.
One of your kids grabs your attention.
Something calls you to look back one more, only seconds later. When you do, you’re not very shocked to find them gone from their place at the hut. Disappeared. As though they were never there in the first place.
In the distance, on the water which reflects the sun’s warm glow back, you see two sparkles, like stars that guide lost souls in the dark.
You face forward, smiling.
You can’t explain what happened today to anyone. Not when you can’t even explain it to yourself. It can just remain as a precious memory, one that might fade into a thing that you’ll convince yourself was real when it starts to feel like a dream. After all, there’s a beauty in forgetting the details, of the hows and the whos and the where and whens, but not the why.
Because the why will forever be engrained in your very soul.
Safe to say, then, you won’t be forgetting about your day at the beach any time soon.
You can mark it as the day you decided to file for divorce.
choso’s sprawled on his beat-up couch, hood up, one wire earbud in his ear and the other dangling on his shoulder. it’s late—too late—and he’s knee-deep in the usual pirate-site roulette, chasing a cracked copy of that new fighting game everyone’s losing their minds over. he’s not proud of it, okay? he’s just broke.
click. another pop-up. annoying, but whatever, he’s been redirected a million times since he started his quest to find that game. he x’s out. click. another one. this time the whole screen whites out for a second before exploding into pastel pinks and soft lavenders, blinding him for a moment. glittery animated hearts rain down the edges. the header screams in curly bubble letters:
LIVE ANGELS JUST FOR YOU !!!
choso snorts to himself, “what does that even mean?” his thumb hovers over the back button, just about to close the tab when the grid of thumbnails loads. rows and columns of thumbnails promising boobs, butts, and bedroom eyes are shoved into his face. now obviously he’s seen porn before, he’s all grown with a perfectly normal libido, but this isn’t exactly his thing. he prefers his imagination anyway.
so he’s about to finally close that tab once again, wanting the deceptively cute user interface to disappear, only for him to freeze once again. but what catches him off guard isn’t the looping preview of some woman squirting all over a concerning big dildo.
it’s you.
third row, second from the left.
the preview is frozen on a frame where you’re looking straight at the camera, lips parted, cheeks flushed, one delicate hand cupping the curve of your breast like you’re offering it up to him through the screen. the little red LIVE dot pulses in the corner. your username is something sweet and ridiculous: peachyyangel.
his stomach does a weird flip. not disgust, most definitely not that. not embarras— okay, maybe a little embarrassment on his part. just… shock, and recognition so sharp it stings.
he remembers the first time he really noticed you.
it was maybe three months ago, hallway outside your doors. you were juggling a paper grocery bag that was clearly losing the fight—apples rolling out a hole that had ripped through the bag, a carton of milk threatening to fall from where you held it in the crook of your other elbow. he’d been coming back from the laundry room downstairs, basket under one arm. you’d looked up, startled by his footsteps, and smiled that shy little smile when you realised you were obstructing his path.
“oh—sorry, i’m a walking disaster today,” you’d laughed, giving up and setting your things down in front of the door, and then you’d bent to chase an escaping clementine. your skirt had ridden up just enough that he saw the edge of white lace. he’d looked away so fast he almost dropped his own basket.
“need help?” he’d mumbled.
you’d straightened and passed him two apples like a peace offering. “only if you promise not to tell the fruit i’m a terrible mom.”
he’d taken them. your fingers brushed his knuckles. he’d felt stupidly warm for the rest of the day.
now he’s staring at your live feed and his brain short-circuits.
this couldn’t be you. the sweet girl just across the hall in unit 4b? no fucking way. the girl who once knocked on his door and begged him to share his wifi because yours went out for whatever reason and you were in the middle of binging some show, still in your soft pyjamas. the girl who left a tupperware of freshly baked cookies on his doormat once a week like it was a routine. if anything he always thought you were much too pure to be living in this dingy apartment building.
he should close the tab. he really should close it and maybe move to a different city. osaka’s supposed to be nice this time of year.
he doesn’t.
the stream is already playing. your voice spills out of his cheap earbud—soft, breathy, so much higher and sweeter than the way you talk to him in the hallway.
“mmh… you guys are so sweet tonight… ah—thank you for the rose, daddy_kei…”
the chat is scrolling fast.
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you giggle and the sound goes straight to his dick without his permission. you shift higher on the bed, knees drawn up and then slowly parting, that little cream coloured babydoll top bunching around your hips and giving the camera a perfect view of the sheer baby-pink panties already clinging wetly to your folds. the fabric is so thin he can see the outline of your pussy lips through it, swollen and glistening and looking so appetising. you hook one finger under the edge and tuuug the material to the side just enough to show how slick you are as if anyone with eyes couldn’t see that before—shiny, puffy, begging.
choso’s breath catches. his sweats are tented, and he handles it by shoving them down just past his hips without taking a moment to think, cock springing free, already leaking insistently at the tip. he wraps his hand around the base, thick fingers squeezing once, hard, before he starts a slow, deliberate stroke from root to head. he smears the precum down the shaft, then just lets his hand sit there for a moment, breaths shaky.
you’re talking again, voice all syrupy and wrecked.
“see how wet you make me? been wanting to touch myself all day… wish someone was here to take care of me~”
at that, he damn near jumped up from the couch to burst into your apartment.
your fingers dip between your plush thighs, two of them sliding through your folds before circling your clit in tight, needy loops. your hips buck up off the mattress like you can’t help it, quivering around your own hand. the little satin bows on your thigh-highs shake with every twitch.
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you obey instantly. your middle finger presses harder, slipping away because of the all the wetness for a moment before rubbing fast little circles while your other hand pinches and tugs at one nipple, pulling the soft peak until it’s standing stiff. his mouth practically waters at the sight, fist tightening around his cock as he watches your peaks puff up behind the thin fabric. a high, broken whine spills out of you.
“f-fuck… right there… feels so gooood… you’re gonna make me—a-ahh—gonna make me soak my pretty panties…”
choso matches your rhythm without thinking, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head and noises muffled by his other hand pressing over his mouth. his fist pumps faster, thumb swiping over the sensitive slit every time your fingers press against your throbbing clit. his balls are drawn tight already, aching. he spreads his thighs wider on the couch, head tipping back for a second before his eyes snap right back to the screen. he can’t look away from the way your fingers disappear inside yourself now. two of them plunging deeep, curling, the wet squelch audible even through his shitty earbud as your needy cunt sucks the digits in.
he wondered briefly if the rest of your panty drawer was just as cute as the ones currently soaked and hooked to the side. two weeks ago you’d passed him in the stairwell carrying a stack of packages. then youd nearly tripped, the top package fell and a single pair of baby-blue lace panties had fluttered to the concrete between you. you’d both frozen. you’d snatched them up so quickly he barely even saw them, but he still remembers the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed.
“don’t look,” you’d squeaked.
he’d looked at the ceiling like his life depended on it. “didn’t see a thing.”
he had. he’d thought about it later in the shower. now he’s looking at a lot more than just your underwear.
your moans are climbing, getting desperate. you’re fucking yourself with three fingers now, wrist snapping, palm grinding against your clit on every thrust. your free hand grips the sheets so hard your knuckles bleach.
“g’nna cum… please—please tell me i can cum for you… i’ve been s’good…”
the chat clearly seems to love watching you beg like that. but who is he to judge?
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choso’s stroking himself frantically, fist flying, slick sounds filling the quiet apartment. he just can’t help it. he imagines it’s your tight heat wrapped around him instead of his own hand. your walls fluttering, your nails digging into his shoulders while you cry out his name instead of those weird usernames.
you gasp, whole body seizing and back arching off the bed as you come. your thighs clamp around your hand, hips jerking in sharp, helpless pulses as your socked toes curl so delicately. a gush of wetness slicks your fingers and drips down your ass, darkening the pale sheets. your mouth falls open in a silent scream before it turns into the sweetest, shakiest moan he’s ever heard.
“c-cumming… oh god i’m cumming so haaard…”
that sound snaps the last thread in him and he cums with a low, guttural groan, hips punching up into his fist as thick ropes spill over his knuckles and stripe his stomach. his cock twitches hard with every pulse, vision blurring at the edges while he milks himself through it, smearing the mess down his shaft until he’s oversensitive and shuddering, gasps turning to quiet whimpers.
when he finally opens his eyes again the stream is still going. you’re giggling breathlessly, blowing kisses at the camera, cheeks still flushed and hair sticking to your damp forehead.
“thank youuu my sweethearts… you’re too good to me…”
for a moment he thinks you’ll end the stream, but then you’re reaching off camera. he finally snaps his laptop shut when he sees the slim vibrator wand in your hand, talking so sweetly but he doesn’t stick around long enough to hear what. he’s seen enough. choso stares at the ceiling for a long minute, chest heaving, cum cooling sticky on his skin and hoodie.
after several minutes he opens his laptop and forces himself to close the tab before he can see anything else, deleting his browser history like a guilty teenager. but not before bookmarking the site in a vaguely labelled folder and pretending it never happened.
If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI
"Mr. Gojo!" You launched yourself at him, scrambling into his lap. Your cotton tail twitched frantically as you buried your face in his chest, your ears pressed flat. "Mr. Geto is being mean!"
Gojo's arms wrapped around you automatically, his blue eyes blinking in surprise behind his dark sunglasses. "Whoa, whoa, what's going on, baby girl? Why are you shaking?"
"He's trying to hurt me!" You clung to his shirt, making yourself as small as possible. "I didn't do anything!"
Heavy footsteps announced Geto's arrival. You peeked over Gojo's shoulder to see him standing in the doorway, his long dark hair loose around his shoulders, his expression deceptively placid. In his hand, he held something that made your blood run cold.
His pillow. With a very obvious wet spot on it.
"Suguru." Gojo's voice took on a warning tone, his arms tightening around you protectively. "Why are you scaring our bunny?"
"Our bunny," Geto said slowly, "has been very, very naughty."
"I haven't!" You pressed closer to Gojo, your ears twitching. "I've been good, Mr. Gojo, I promise I've been so good—"
"Then explain this." Geto held up the pillow, and even from across the room, you could see the evidence of your crime. "I found this on my bed. Still warm. Still wet."
Gojo looked down at you, one white eyebrow raised. "Baby girl? What's he talking about?"
"Nothing!" Your voice came out too high, too desperate. "I don't know what that is, maybe he spilled something—"
"She was riding my pillow." Geto's voice was flat. "While we were away. I specifically told her not to touch herself while we were gone, and I come home to find her humping my pillow like a bitch in heat."
"That's not—I didn't—"
"The bedroom still smells like her." Geto took a step closer, and you whimpered, pressing your face into Gojo's neck. "And when I asked her about it, she lied to my face. Told me she'd been a good girl all day."
Gojo was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking down your back in a way that should have been soothing but suddenly felt ominous. "Is that true, baby girl? Did you ride Suguru's pillow?"
"No," you whispered. "I didn't, I swear—"
"Look at me."
His voice had changed. Lost that playful edge you loved so much. Slowly, reluctantly, you lifted your head to meet his eyes.
He'd pushed his sunglasses up, and those impossibly blue eyes stared straight into yours. "Did you. Ride. His pillow."
You couldn't lie to him. Not when he looked at you like that. Your lower lip trembled, tears already gathering in your eyes.
"I... I was just so needy, Mr. Gojo." Your voice cracked. "You were gone so long, and I missed you both so much, and I couldn't help it—"
"So you did ride it."
"Yes," you admitted miserably. "But I didn't mean to be bad, I just—"
"And then you lied about it." His grip on you shifted, becoming less protective and more restraining. "You lied to Suguru's face. And then you lied to mine."
"I'm sorry—"
"You know what really upsets me?" Gojo's voice was deceptively light. "It's not that you touched yourself. It's that you used his pillow instead of mine."
"If you were going to be a desperate little slut, you should have been desperate for me." He pouted, actually pouted. "I'm hurt, baby girl. Really hurt."
"Mr. Gojo, I didn't mean—"
"And then you lied." He shook his head sadly. "Bad bunnies who lie get punished."
Your stomach dropped. "No—please—I said I was sorry—"
"You know the rules." Geto had crossed the room while you were distracted, and now he stood directly behind the couch.
"I think," Gojo said thoughtfully, "that Suguru should get to spank you. Since you lied to him "
"No!" Gojo's arms were like iron bands around you. "Please, Mr. Gojo, please don't let him—"
"Shh, baby girl." He maneuvered you easily, flipping you over his lap so your ass was in the air. "You brought this on yourself. Now be a good bunny and take your punishment."
"I don’ wanna! " Tears were already streaming down your face, your ears pressed flat, your tail twitching frantically. "I'll be good, I promise I'll be good—"
"You'll be good after we're done with you." Geto's hand came to rest on your ass, and you flinched. "How many do you think, Satoru? For the riding and the lying?"
"Hmm." Gojo pretended to think about it, one hand pressing down on your lower back to keep you in place. "Twenty for the pillow. Ten for each lie. So forty total."
"Forty?!" You sobbed. "No!—that's too many—"
"You should have thought about that before you were a naughty little liar." Geto's hand squeezed your ass cheek, hard. "Count them. If you lose count, we start over."
The first slap echoed through the living room, and you screamed.
"Ow!—One!" You gasped out, your whole body jerking."Good girl." Another slap, harder. "Keep counting."
"Two—three—mmnh—four—" Each impact sent shockwaves through you, pain blooming across your ass. "Five —mmph—six"
"Look at that." Gojo's voice was almost dreamy as he watched. "Your ass is already turning red , baby girl”
"Seven—eight—it hurts!—nine—"
"It's supposed to hurt." Geto didn't let up, his hand coming down again and again. "This is what happens to bad bunnies. This is what happens when you lie."
"Ten—eleven—twelve—" You were openly sobbing now, tears and snot streaming down your face. "Thirteen—I'm sorry—fourteen—"
"Halfway there." Gojo stroked your ears almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the punishment being inflicted on your ass. "You're doing so well, baby girl. Just twenty more."
"I can't—"
Slap.
"What number was that?" Geto's voice was sharp.
"I—I don't—" Your mind had gone blank from the pain. "S-sixteen?"
"Wrong. That was Fifteen." He rubbed your abused flesh, almost gentle. "What did I say about losing count?"
"No— don’t start not over!—"
"We start over." His hand came down again. "One."
You wailed, your body thrashing against Gojo's hold. "One! One, it was one, please—"
They made you start over three times before you finally managed to count all forty without losing track. By the end, your ass was on fire, your face was soaked with tears, and you were hiccupping with every breath.
"There we go." Geto's hand rubbed soothing circles over your abused skin. "Forty. You did it, baby girl."
"Ok! I'm sorry," you sobbed. "I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again—"
"We know you won't." Gojo helped you sit up, pulling you into his lap properly. You winced as your sore ass made contact with his thighs. "Because now you know what happens when you're bad."
"I don’t know." Geto rounded the couch, sitting down next to Gojo so you were sandwiched between them. "I don't think you've really learned your lesson yet."
Your ears perked up nervously. "What do you mean? I counted all forty—"
"You counted your spanking." He reached out, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "But you still haven't been punished for being a desperate little slut who couldn't keep her hands off herself."
"Or her pussy off your pillow," Gojo added helpfully. "Don't forget that part."
"Mr.Geto!—" Your voice cracked. "I already said I was sorry—"
"Sorry isn't good enough." Geto's thumb traced your lower lip. "You were so desperate to come that you humped a pillow like a mindless animal. So now you're going to cum until you're begging us to stop."
Gojo's hands slid up your thighs, pushing up the oversized t-shirt you wore—one of his.
Gojo's fingers found your panties, and he laughed. "Suguru. Feel this."
Geto's hand joined his between your thighs, and you squirmed with embarrassment as they both felt how wet you were.
"Soaked." Geto's voice was disgusted. "Getting spanked made you wet? You really are just a desperate little bunny, aren't you?"
"I didn't mean to—"
"You never mean to." He grabbed your panties and ripped them off in one motion, making you yelp. "Spread your legs. Show us the mess you made."
Your face burned as you obeyed, spreading your thighs to reveal your glistening pussy. Both men stared at you, and you wanted to close your legs, wanted to hide, but you knew better than to disobey again.
"Look at this pretty little cunt." Gojo traced one finger through your folds, and you whimpered. "So wet and needy. No wonder you couldn't control yourself."
"Please, Mr. Gojo—"
"Please what?" He circled your clit lazily.
Slap.
You screamed as Geto's hand came down directly on your pussy, the sharp sting making you see stars.
"Bad bunnies don't get to beg for pleasure." He slapped your pussy again, and you sobbed. "Bad bunnies take what they're given and say thank you."
"Thank you—" You gasped. "Thank you, Mr. Geto—"
"Better." He rubbed your abused clit, and the pleasure-pain made you moan. "Now, you're going to sit on Satoru's thigh and hump it like the desperate little slut you are. And you're not going to cum until we say you can."
Gojo patted his thigh invitingly. "Come on, baby girl. Show us how you rode Suguru's pillow."
Your face burned with humiliation, but you repositioned yourself, straddling Gojo's muscular thigh. The fabric of his pants was rough against your sensitive pussy, and you whimpered.
"Move." Geto's hand found your hair, gripping tight. "Hump his leg like the bitch in heat you are."
You started to move, grinding against Gojo's thigh with small, desperate motions. The friction was immediate, pleasure sparking through your oversensitive clit.
"That's it." Gojo watched you with hooded eyes. "Look at you, humping my leg like a needy little slut. Is this what you looked like on Suguru's pillow?"
"Yes—" You gasped, your hips moving faster. "Yes, Mr. Gojo—"
"Pathetic." Geto yanked your hair, forcing your head back. "Can't even go a few hours without something to rub yourself against. We should have known you'd be trouble when we found you."
"I'm sorry—"
"You will be." He reached around, finding your nipples through your shirt and pinching hard. "Now keep moving. Faster."
You obeyed, grinding against Gojo's thigh with increasing desperation. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in your belly, and you could feel yourself getting close.
"Mr. Gojo! I'm going to—"
"No." Geto's hand came down on your ass, making you yelp. "You don't cum until we say. Hold it."
"But I need to! —"
"Listen hunny." Gojo gripped your hips, controlling your movements. You sobbed, fighting against your rising orgasm. Your thighs were shaking, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Please—" You begged. "Please let me cum, I'll be good, I promise—"
"Will you?" Geto's voice was mocking. "Will you be our good little bunny?"
"Yes! Anything—pleasee"
"Then cum." Gojo's thigh flexed beneath you. "Cum on my leg like the desperate slut you are."
You shattered, crying out as your orgasm crashed through you. Your hips jerked erratically, grinding against his thigh as waves of pleasure washed over you.
But they didn't let you come down.
"Again." Geto's fingers found your clit, rubbing in fast circles. "You wanted to cum so badly? Then keep coming."
"Wait! s’too sensitive—"
"That's the point." Gojo held you in place as Geto worked your clit mercilessly. "You wanted to be a desperate little slut? Now you get to feel like one."
Your second orgasm hit before the first had even fully subsided, and you screamed. Your whole body convulsed, your pussy clenching around nothing, your ears pressed flat against your head.
"One more." Geto pushed two fingers inside you, curling them against your g-spot. "Give us one more, baby girl."
"I can't! S’too much—"
"You can." Gojo captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing your cries. "You will. Be good for us."
The third orgasm was almost painful, ripping through you with an intensity that made you see white. You collapsed against Gojo's chest, sobbing and shaking.
"Good girl." Geto's fingers slowed, gentling. "Such a good girl for us."
"Ok!—" You hiccupped. "No more—I learned my lesson—"
"Did you really bunny?." Gojo laughed softly, stroking your ears. "Y-yes!."
He lifted you easily, repositioning you so you were kneeling on the couch between them. Both men stood, towering over your small form, and you looked up at them with tear-stained eyes.
"Open your mouth." Geto was already unbuckling his pants. "Time to put that lying mouth to better use."
You obeyed, opening wide as he pulled out his cock. He was big—they both were—and your jaw ached just looking at him.
"Take it." He pushed past your lips, not stopping until he hit the back of your throat. "All of it. That's a good bunny."
You gagged around him, tears streaming down your face, but you didn't pull away. Couldn't pull away, not with his hand fisted in your hair.
"Fuck, look at her." Gojo was watching with hungry eyes, palming himself through his pants. "So pretty with a cock in her mouth."
Geto started to move, fucking your face with shallow thrusts that made you gag and drool. "This is what your mouth is for. Not lying like a bad girl. Taking cock like a good little slut."
"Hah—ghk—hah—" You couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but take it. Saliva dripped down your chin, tears down your cheeks, and you'd never felt more debased.
"My turn." Gojo tapped Geto's shoulder. "Cmon bunny."
Geto pulled out, and you gasped for air. But before you could catch your breath, Gojo was there, his cock pressing against your lips.
"Open up f’me." You took him in, hollowing your cheeks and sucking the way you knew he liked. He groaned, his hand gentle on your head compared to Geto's rough grip.
"That's it. Such a good mouth. Our perfect little bunny."
They passed you back and forth between them, using your mouth until your jaw ached and your throat was raw. By the time they finally pulled away, you were a mess—drool and tears coating your face, your lips swollen and red.
"I think she's ready." Geto's voice was rough. "What do you think, Satoru?"
"More than ready." Gojo was already stripping off his shirt. "Get the plug."
Your ears perked up nervously. "Plug? What plug?"
Geto reached into the desk nearby , pulling out a buttplug with him and Gojo initials in pink gems. He grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your hands and knees. "Relax, baby girl. It'll feel good once it's in."
You felt something cold and slick press against your back entrance, and you whimpered. "W-wait, Mr. Geto!"
"Shh." Gojo appeared in front of you, stroking your ears soothingly. "Just breathe. Let him in."
The pressure increased, and then the plug was sliding inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never experienced. You cried out, your body trying to reject the intrusion.
"There we go." Geto patted your ass, making the plug shift inside you. "Look at that. So cute."
"It feels weird—"
"It'll feel better soon." Gojo lifted your chin, making you look at him. "Now, Suguru is going to fuck your pretty little pussy while you suck my cock. And if you're very, very good, we might let you come again." He smiled sweetly. "Your choice, baby girl."
You didn't really have a choice, and you all knew it.
"I'll be good," you whispered. "I promise I'll be good, Mr. Gojo."
"That's our girl." He positioned himself in front of your face while Geto lined up behind you. "Now open wide."
The moment Gojo's cock slid past your lips, Geto thrust into your pussy in one brutal motion. You screamed around Gojo's length, your body overwhelmed by the dual penetration.
"Fuck, she's tight." Geto groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Even tighter with the plug in."
Gojo thrust shallowly into your mouth. "Our pretty little bunny ." They found a rhythm—Geto pulling out as Gojo pushed in, keeping you constantly full, constantly overwhelmed.
The plug shifted with every thrust, adding another layer of sensation that made your head spin. "Look at you." Geto's hand came down on your ass, and you yelped around Gojo's cock.
"Taking two cocks like you were made for it. This is what you needed, wasn't it? Not a pillow. Real cock."
You couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but moan and whimper and take everything they gave you.
"She's close." Gojo could always tell. "Can feel her throat tightening. You gonna cum, baby girl? Gonna cum with both holes stuffed full?"
You nodded desperately, tears streaming down your face.
"Then cum." Geto reached around to find your clit. "Cum for us, you desperate little slut."
Your orgasm crashed through you so hard you nearly blacked out. Your pussy clenched around Geto, your throat around Gojo, your whole body convulsing with pleasure.
"Fuck—" Geto's thrusts became erratic. "I'm gonna—"
"Inside her." Gojo's voice was strained. "Fill her up, Suguru. Breed bunny pussy."
Geto came with a groan, spilling deep inside you. The feeling of his hot release triggered another mini-orgasm, and you sobbed around Gojo's cock.
"My turn." Geto pulled out, and before you could catch your breath, they were switching positions. Gojo's cock, still wet from your mouth, pressed against your entrance.
You gasped. "I can't—s’ too much—"
"You can." He thrust inside, and you screamed. "You will. One more, baby girl. Give us one more."
He fucked you hard and fast, his cock hitting deep. The plug making everything feel tighter. You were crying from the overstimulating sensation, but you didn't want him to stop.
"That's it." Geto appeared in front of you, his softening cock pressing against your lips. "Clean me up while Satoru finishes. Be a good bunny."
You took him in your mouth obediently, tasting yourself and his release on his skin. Behind you, Gojo's thrusts were becoming erratic.
"Gonna fill you up," he groaned. "Gonna pump you so full of cum you'll feel it for days. Our perfect little breeding bunny."
"Fuckk!—" You pulled off Geto's cock just long enough to catch your breath . "Please, Mr. Gojo, please—"
"Cum with me." He reached around to rub your clit. "Now, baby girl. Cum."
You shattered one final time, your orgasm ripping through you as Gojo spilled inside you. You could feel both their releases mixing inside you, dripping down your thighs, and the thought made you cum harder .
"You did so well." Gojo pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Such a good girl for us."
"Our perfect little bunny." Geto's voice was soft, all traces of his earlier cruelty gone. "You took your punishment so well."
"I'm sorry," you mumbled, exhausted. "For riding the pillow. For lying."
"We know, baby girl." Gojo pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest. "You're forgiven. Just don't do it again."
"I won't." You nuzzled into his neck, your ears finally relaxing. "I promise."
"Good." Geto reached over to adjust the plug still inside you. "Because next time, the punishment will be much worse."
Gojo stood, carrying you easily. "Bath time. And then maybe we'll let you ride something other than a pillow."
"Really?" You perked up, your tail twitching hopefully.
"If you're good." He winked. "Think you can manage that, baby girl?"
cw .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — NSFW, 18+ MDNI—non canon universe, explicit sexual content, explicit language, angst and fluff and smut, near death experience (drowning), slight dub-con, bloodplay and drinking (Gojo’s a biter), manhandling, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected piv sex, rough sex, double stuffed (Gojo with 2 dicks), size difference, breeding kink, belly bulge, Gojo is a virgin and clueless, plot got thrown off the boat too so here’s p0rn, protective yandere Gojo, Gojo has a shark tail and really sharp teeth and he’s kind of feral in the literal sense!! (also very sweet and kinda innocent and horrendously down bad) don't worry, he's not going to eat you!! (he kinda wants to tho) reader is a freak and into it
summary .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — getting thrown overboard into the pacific ocean turns into the discovery of a new species? you know nothing about your savior, but he sure knows about you, and seems a little too interested. he looks human enough, if you don't count the tail. or the teeth.
a/n .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — sharkjo was a (fever) dream that I had to get out so happy kinktober to the monster-fuckers. art in the banner by @/PrommieA on X, divider creds to @/bbyg4rlhelps and @/cafekitsune w/c .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — 10.2k
It was great money. The pay made the risk worth it.
That’s what you told yourself to justify taking a job on a ship hauling up crab the size of your co-workers—most of them being full grown men.
Sure, it was dangerous and people died or got seriously injured on the boats, but that wouldn’t happen to you. You’re careful, cautious, you wouldn’t be doing stupid shit like hanging off the edge to monitor the traps while someone else worked the controls.
No, you’d be on deck somewhere in the center where the waves sprayed but didn’t fully soak. You’d be clear of the traps when they opened and out of the way of those enormous leg spans on the spiky nightmare fuel alaskan king crabs dumped into the holding tanks.
You’d be fine. You’d make it back home with your bank account fattened up enough that you wouldn’t need to even think about working for at least another full year. You’d invest most of it, use some to travel—somewhere tropical and warm where the water didn’t sting your face with how freezing it was. You’d help out your family, maybe spoil your mom and your siblings a little.
What a joke.
Of course, a fucking wave the size of a condo building decided to come in and flash a colossal middle finger at you, and throw you the fuck overboard.
You lurched when it hit, flailing for balance before slamming into the deck. The impact of your head hitting steel made your vision swim, black blotches bursting across and darkening the already gloomy scene around you. The wave didn’t give you a moment to snap back to reality and let instinct make you grab onto something before it tipped the boat hard and sent you rolling across the deck.
You threw your hands out to latch onto something, anything, and you did. You caught the edge of the boat with a clammy hand and felt your shoulder pop as you gripped the side. But everything was wet. Too wet.
The boat jolted like it wanted to shake you loose and your numb fingers just slipped.
Into the ocean you went.
Holy shit, that water was so fucking cold.
You knew it was freezing, you'd gone through the training before starting work on the boat and had been submerged in the sub zero temps. The people running things needed to make sure you wouldn't clam up and drown instantly. It was awful, but it was manageable. You treaded water for the necessary time, teeth chattering away and that was that. You got out and blocked out the memory of being so cold your bones hurt.
The difference between training and real life? You had been prepared to be dunked in that ice water. Being thrown into the northern pacific ocean was a shock in more ways than you could count.
The water flooded your gear instantly, travelling up through every opening to envelop your entire body.
It was like a vice. Crushing the air from your lungs as you slipped under the surface. It stole thought from your brain, movement from your body.
Your entire body tensed and froze up and you couldnt even think of anything but how fucking painful the cold was.
It took everything in you to jolt your arms in an attempt to swim up. Nothing would listen properly, but the gasp of air you sucked in just before going under wasn’t going to last, not with how the water around you was crushing in.
It was dark, the kind of darkness that stole light before the hope of it could reach you. A mere speck of a star twinkled below you and you knew you had to be upside down. Frantically, a last ditch effort to live, to not suffocate and die and fucking drown in the ocean, alone, you kicked out.
You couldn’t even really feel the motions your body made, but you were somehow moving. Towards that light, which had to be the spotlight from the boat, it had to be. There was no other option, you had to make it back to the surface.
You wouldn’t die here. You couldn’t die here.
But the trickle of oxygen still in your lungs was running out and they were burning. Your whole body was starting to burn, fire coursing through your veins like streams of magma, but you didn’t stop. The light got closer, but no brighter, it stayed blurry and small and just out of reach and you threw an arm out in desperation as something else bright flickered ahead.
Maybe someone would see you, grab you, save you.
Please, god? Don’t let me die here.
It was the last thing that passed through your mind, synapses firing off and exploding, refusing to believe that this was actually happening. The oxygen keeping your brain barely afloat ran out, and the spots flickering at the corners of your vision overtook it all. The light you couldn’t make it to went out and you tasted salt as control of your body slipped away.
Something wrapped around your waist, and you hoped it was a rope or a line or something to pull you up. But you didn’t get to verify that because consciousness slipped away as it tugged.
You just hoped you’d wake up again.
Your eyes cracked open, and just that was exhausting. Miraculously, you could feel your body again. But maybe that wasn’t such a good thing because it ached, like you’d been using every muscle at full capacity. It was as if you’d been wrung out like a wet towel.
Could you move?
Your fingers twitched.
Okay. Good. Maybe… open your eyes?
Slowly, they cracked open bit by bit. They still stung from salty sea water and you blinked a few times, the blurry darkness surrounding you starting to sharpen and come into focus.
An exhausted and pained noise slipped out as you shifted a little more, feeling something soft and cool under your head.
“Oh, are you awake?” A voice chirped from somewhere just out of your line of sight and you immediately felt relief.
Oh thank god. Someone pulled me out, someone saved me.
But where the hell were you? Not on the boat, there was a ceiling high above but it wasn’t the one you recognized in the cabin. It was made of… stone? Had you washed up somewhere?
You tried to speak, but your voice was hoarse and you started coughing as soon as the first syllable of yes came out. Tasting salt from the sea water you swallowed, you turned your head to keep from swallowing it again and saw the person who had spoken.
It took a while to process what exactly you were looking at.
First thing you noticed was that he was quite good looking. Not in a typically handsome way, but in a way that was shocking. He looked like he belonged in the arctic with icy azure eyes, wide and looking you over. Locks of wet pale hair, bright white like fresh snow fell into his impossibly blue eyes. His skin was so pale it almost matched his hair, just with a slightly more pinkish undertone.
As you registered your surroundings more, things started to make less and less sense.
You were in a cave of some kind, surrounded by dark and damp stone. Your head propped on some seaweed with you laid out on the perimeter of smooth rock that looped a large pool of water in the middle. There was no mouth to the cave, just the inky water in the middle that the pale man was submerged in.
He was sitting in the water, so casually like it was a bath or a pool or anything but the pacific ocean. His arms were bare, in fact, every part of him you could see—which was quite a bit—was completely uncovered. Muscled arms crossed and leaning on the cold, wet stone with his chin propped. He cocked his head at you.
“Wh-where am-m I?” Was the first question you asked him, starting to attempt to sit up. You got about six inches off the ground, lifting up with shaky arms before they gave out and you rolled onto your side a bit, coughing again.
“Hmm, I guess it’s like… my home?” He offered. You frowned.
His home?
“You’re shaking, why?” He breezed right past the whole he lives in a cave with no entrance or exit thing like it was normal.
“Oh, um… yeah, it-it’s co-cold in h-here.” Your teeth chattered. Cold was an understatement. With feeling returning to your body, you were fucking freezing.
“Oh, I see.” He nodded slowly, assessing you with eyes that cataloged every shift and shiver.
“Y-yeah, um, are-are there an-ny other p-p-peop-ple ar-round?” You barely got the question out with a stammer. You sounded terrible, how fast did it take hypothermia to set in? You didn't feel warm yet at least, which was the real sign of danger. How long had you been here?
“Other p-p-people?” He cocked his head again and the way he stuttered the word out would probably feel like he was mocking you. But he seemed so genuine, like he was actually confused that you nodded.
“Y-yeah, h-hum-mans?”
“Oh!” He shot up, face lit up with recognition. “Humans, like you, right?”
“L-like m-me?” What the fuck did that mean?
“Yeah, I know lots about humans,” He said proudly, sending another wave of confusion through you. “I found a box with pictures of humans in it that look just like you! They fell off one of those little moving islands into the water too and it showed what to do, so I brought you here.”
Your brain wracked, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Which was already a difficult feat considering your teeth were clenched and chattering so hard they might shatter and you felt exhaustion so deep your bones were tired.
A box? With pictures of humans that look like you? What the fuck was he talking about? And where the fuck did he take you? His home, but where exactly was home to this… person?
You weren’t so sure of that now, not with the way he was talking.
“Oh, d-do you m-mean a fi-first aid ki-kit?” You asked, hope in your shaky voice.
He shrugged, “Maybe, I can show you?” You nodded quickly. If it was a first aid kit, there might be an emergency foil blanket inside. He pushed off the ledge and swam across to the other side of the water and that's when you saw it.
A flick of a light colored fin behind him in the water.
It was only a split second that you saw it and maybe to keep your mind from breaking fully, you disregarded it. It was probably just a fish.
He dug around in a pile of what looked like seaweed, pulling out a few random objects and moving a large rock out of his way easily. Your mind started to question things even more, but you pushed it aside. You were alive, and it was thanks to him, you’d accept whatever this was and be grateful you weren’t dead.
Scrutiny and potential panic could wait until you weren’t worried about dying of hypothermia.
“Aha! Got it!” He called back triumphantly and held up a bright orange plastic box about the size of a toaster and relief washed over you at the sight. Definitely a first aid kit.
He swam back to you quickly, keeping the kit above water and held it out to you. You tried to sit up again and reached out, your hand shaking uncontrollably.
“You need to be warm, right?” He asked as your fumbling fingers closed around the box and you nodded.
“Mhm,” You pried at the clips on the box, your fingers numb and weak, it was practically useless.
“I can help if you want?” You figured he was talking about the kit, so you nodded again and held the box out only for him to flatten his palms on the ledge, and hoist the rest of his body out of the water.
What the hell had you been expecting?
You’re not really sure. But as he twisted to sit on the ledge and cold fingers wrapped around your outstretched wrist, you gawked at the lower half of his body.
A fucking tail.
Maybe you did die.
He pulled you over to him, and a startled noise strangled its way up your throat. “Wh-what are y-you do—”
“Is this your skin?” He asked as he pulled you to sit on his lap, the box fell from your weak grasp. Too much was happening all at once.
What the hell was he?
You knew stories of mer-people, human hybrids with fish tails that lived underwater in lost, whimsical places like Atlantis or some shit. But it was a fairy tale, fantastical bullshit that Disney capitalized on and fed to kids to sell theatre seats.
This… guy? Mer-man? Whatever the fuck he was, he was real. And he looked nothing like the half-fish half-human ones you’d seen in movies.
Sure, he was human from his hips up, but everything below that looked like a shark. Just like a great white.
He had a stark white underbelly, the back an icy light blue and speckled down his sides. He had all those little fins along his underside that sharks have and the large fin at the end that flicked side to side in the water was sharp and vertical.
“I-I do-don’t… wh-what?” You barely registered his question as he pulled at your bright orange rain gear. The first aid kit was in his hand, did he catch it?
“This,” He tugged at your sleeve as you sat practically paralyzed and shivering in his lap. “Is this your skin? Seems kind of loose, are you sick or something?”
“No—we-well, um, ki-kind of?” You looked up at his face as he studied your jacket. He looked so human, bigger than a normal person but still. If you disregarded everything below you, you could convince yourself this was just a really hot, naked castaway that rescued you. Maybe that would keep your mind from shattering into oblivion. “I’m ju-just co-cold and it’s a ja-jacket.”
“A ja-jacket?” He asked, looking you in the eye again. His light eyes wide and sincere and filled with curiosity. You nodded and he hummed, like he was thinking it over. He let your jacket go and popped the clasps on the kit open to sift through the contents.
“Aha! See, they look just like you.” He pulled a soggy booklet out and gingerly peeled the cover back. Something glowed bright overhead, illuminating the pages with soft white light. You looked up at the source to see a lure protruding from his head and lit up at the end.
You blinked and turned away again.
It wasn’t the weirdest part of him, and at least it was helpful.
It was a CPR guide, the diagrams showed drawings of people in the same bright orange gear having chest compressions and mouth to mouth done on them.
Had he… given you mouth to mouth?
“D-did you… do th-this?” You slowly pointed at the diagram and he nodded eagerly, the lure bouncing a little.
“Mhm! You spat up a bunch of water after.” He smiled at you, lips pulling back to reveal brilliantly white and razor sharp teeth. “You taste nice.”
Your heart kicked at your ribcage. He had a shark tail, of course he’d have a mouth full of shark teeth too. He saved you, but maybe that was just to keep you alive for… something else.
“Are-are you…” You swallowed, breath catching as you struggled with the words. “A-are you going t-to… eat m-me?” It came out barely more than a whisper but he heard you, and he shook his head instantly.
“No! No, no, I won't eat you! You’re the first human who’s survived that I saved, I want to keep you.” He smiled again, showing his mouthful of the sharpest teeth you’ve ever been face to face with. It was probably meant to ease your worry, but the reassurance sent a wave of horror through you and your shivering worsened.
The first that’s survived?
He wants to… keep you? Okay, well at least he’s not eating you.
His lure dimmed, the light going out and he put the booklet back in the box. “Right, I need to warm you up, hmm.” He hummed thoughtfully, closing up the kit.
“Wait!” You blurted, grabbing his arm before he put the kit down. “Th-there’s a bl-blanket in th-there. I n-need it." The moment you said you needed it, his lure lit up again and he opened the kit, putting it in front of you to root through.
You fumbled through the contents until you saw the light glint off of shiny foil and you grabbed the packet. “Thi-is is it, c-can you, um, o-open it?” You held up the package and he nodded eagerly again, closing up the kit and putting it aside.
He took it from you and tore it open easily, his razor-like teeth cutting through the plastic like it was nothing.
The sight made you shiver hard again, but not fully out of fear or cold.
He was built like an arctic predator, all teeth and muscle and fins made for speed. For hunting. But he was being so gentle with you, helping you, saving you.
Maybe you could disregard the fact that shark boy said he wanted to keep you and just let him try to take care of you. It wasn’t so bad.
“What’s that for?” He asked, handing you the open package and you pulled the sheet of foil out, stuffing the plastic wrapper in your jacket pocket—even in an emergency, you wouldn’t be the type to litter.
“It’s to k-keep bo-body heat in. Helps you w-warm up fa-faster.” You explained, shaking out the blanket. He hummed thoughtfully and you paused.
You’d need to take your jacket off. Actually, all your clothes were still soaked and practically frozen to you. You’d need to shed everything for the blanket to work properly.
“What’s wrong?” Shark boy tilted his head at you and you glanced quickly at him.
He was practically naked, he probably wouldn’t think anything of you stripping down, right?
Now that you think of it, you didn’t see anything where a guy would usually have… something. You didn’t know enough about shark anatomy to assume anything though.
“I-I need to, um, ta-take this off.” You tugged the sopping wet jacket away from your body. With a breath, you started on the buttons at the front. Your hands shook horribly though and you couldn't even get the first one open.
“Can I try?” Shark-boy asked innocently, like a kid asking to try a new toy. You glanced up at him again, his mouth was closed, smiling at you with wide eager eyes. He really just seemed fascinated by you and everything you did.
It was kind of… endearing. You almost felt a little special with all of the attention.
“Um… o-okay.” You dropped your hands away and let him take over. He undid the buttons down the front easily but the zipper seemed to perplex him a little. He tugged it away from your chest to no luck and paused. “P-pull it d-down.” You instructed and he did as you said, humming with delight as he unzipped your jacket.
He peeled it down and off your arms, studying the bright orange PVC layer like it was one of the most fascinating things he’d ever seen. You started on the next layers, a thick hoodie and a thermal shirt and leggings under the matching PVC overalls.
“So what does it do—” Shark boy cut himself off as you shrugged off the straps on your overalls. “There’s more?”
“Mhm,”
“I’ll do it.” He said confidently, like he was an expert after taking your jacket off. You nodded and he pulled your overalls off, tugging each leg off as nicely as he could.
Your hoodie seemed to stump him a bit and shark boy pulled at the bottom, then the sleeves, then the front, grabbing a handful of boob unknowingly.
You squeaked, “W-wait! Ju-just—”
“Can I rip it?” He interrupted and you froze.
Why did that kind of… turn you on? Oh god, was there something wrong with you? You’re in a life or death situation with a shark-person, and you’re getting hot at the thought of him tearing your clothes off?
It should be a no, right? You’d probably need the layers for when you returned to the outside world.
It would be a when, right?
Well… he did say he wanted to keep you.
“Um, I-I guess so,” You conceded and with that, he gripped the collar with both broad hands and tore your hoodie open so easily it was like it had been made of paper instead of tightly woven fabric.
Oh god. Yeah… it was hot.
If you weren’t close to succumbing to hypothermia and shivering your ass off even harder being exposed to the air with just the wet thermal layer clinging to you, you’d be heating up.
“Oh, huh,” Shark boy hummed, pulling the bisected hoodie down your arms. “You’re much smaller under all that stuff.”
“Mhm,” You squeaked again, glancing up at shark boy. His lure was still lit up and illuminating his face.
He really was quite good looking.
“So, um, are you al-lone h-here?” You asked, rubbing your arms and he nodded wistfully. “Oh, I'm s-sorry.”
“It's okay,” He shrugged, his big hands gripped your biceps and he smiled at you. “I'm not alone anymore.”
“Right,” You winced. You'd deal with that later. For now, you needed to get the soggy last layer off and do your best to warm up under the foil blanket.
“Right.” He agreed, looking content. “This one too?” He pulled at the sleeves of your thermal shirt and you nodded once.
He wasted absolutely no time, ripping the shirt clean open and you gasped as cool damp air met your cold, bare skin.
“Oh.” He paused.
What a day to have skipped wearing a bra.
“You're a female, right?” He asked, excitement underlying but undeniable. You glanced up at him again, still sitting on his lap—on his smooth shark tail and against whatever instinct that told you saying yes might end up with you compromised, you nodded.
He lit up instantly. “Oh wow, I've never met a female before.”
It probably should have made you feel panicked, scared. Made you want to run or at least distance yourself from this shark guy. But as he looked at you with awe and excitement, pulling you a little closer to his broad and insanely toned chest, you more just empathized with him.
“Never?” You asked as he slipped your shirt down your arms, leaving you bare from the waist up. Your nipples hard already with the freezing cold, but it felt like they perked a little more under his gaze. He shook his head slowly and the lure on his head seemed to glow a little brighter as he looked you over.
Shark boy was alone here, never met a female before. Was he a virgin? Was that even a thing with his kind?
What even was his kind?
Cold fingers hooked into the waistband of your leggings. He seemed a little more uncertain about them and when he peeled them away from your skin experimentally and let go, a loud and wet slap echoed through the cave that he chuckled at.
You jolted a little from the slap. “H-hey.” You said firmly and grabbed his arm again, his skin cool and smooth under your hand.
"Oops." He met your eyes again and grinned. It was boyish and cheeky, his expression dripping mischief like he'd found some fun new toy. It would have been disarming if not for the glimpse of razor teeth he flashed your way. "These too, right?”
“Mhm,” You hummed quietly and he almost… smirked?
Again, what had you been expecting?
Of course he ripped them right down the seam and left you completely bare. The cool air hit and you realized he even caught your underwear.
He paused again, hands hovering over your thighs with the scraps of your leggings bunched in them. You could feel his eyes on your body as you shivered, starting to squirm with the sting of cold, humid air on your skin.
“I n-need the bla-anket. P-please.” You added for politeness’ sake. Though, maybe manners were the least of your worries at the moment.
It seemed to snap shark boy from the moment and he jumped to action once more. He leaned and grabbed the foil blanket, and handed it to you.
“Tha-thank you,” You smiled at him and wrapped it around your shoulders. You left it draped over you and shimmied the remainder of your pants down, peeling them down your legs and off your feet along with your sodden socks.
Your boots had disappeared at some point while you were unconscious. They were always a bit too big but it allowed you to wear extra thick socks under so you didn't mind.
Naked and shivering hard, you wrapped the blanket tight around yourself, the material crinkling loudly and cutting through the quiet in the cave with every shift.
Shark boy—you probably should get his name, if he has one—pulled you closer to his body and wrapped his arms around you. He wasn't warm, but it still felt… nice. Safe.
He had saved you.
Maybe you'd look past the whole keeping you here comment for now and just lean into him.
“Is this okay?” He asked softly, his voice lower like he didn't want to disrupt whatever peace had fallen over you both.
“Mhm,” You hummed, letting your head rest back on his shoulder. He had a heart where you'd usually find it in humans, and you could feel it thumping steadily against your back. “Wh-whats your n-name?”
“Name?” He chirped above you and you nodded.
“Yeah, wh-what do I ca-call you?” You figured an introduction was due if you were going to be sitting naked on his lap.
He hummed thoughtfully, sending the vibration of it into your back. “Hmm… you can call me… ah, right! Gojo. Yeah, call me Gojo.” He pressed his cheek to your head affectionately, arms tightening a little around you.
“Gojo, I li-like that. It’s n-nice.”
“I like you.” His tail flicked in the water, splashing a little and you thought his lure might have flickered above you. “You're nice, and warm. What's your name?”
“Th-thank you, Gojo,” You told him and he nuzzled your head, echoing your name slowly like he was savoring each syllable. Committing it to memory.
“I like that a lot, it sounds nice.” Gojo said it again and if you weren’t half frozen still you might have blushed with the fervour in his voice.
“You should go to sleep, I know that's important for humans.” He said, confidently again like he was boasting his knowledge. You guessed he didn't get much opportunity to talk about it, or anything really. What with him being alone.
“Don’t worry, I'll keep you safe.”
You looked up at him again, he smiled, just a peek of sharp teeth visible.
With those things, you had no doubt he'd be able to keep you safe. You also had no doubt he could probably kill you before you could blink, but you were choosing not to think about that.
Returning his gesture with one of your own, you brought your knees up to your chest and let your cheek rest against his shoulder again, letting your eyes slide shut. Gojo wrapped his arms fully around you and squeezed, his lure dimming to leave you in muted darkness again.
It was reassuring, and even though you could definitely tell Gojo wasn't fully human even with your eyes closed, it still felt nice.
Going from being thrown off a boat and almost drowning to whatever this was with a shark-human hybrid whatever the hell Gojo was, felt a little too easy. Maybe you got brain damage from lack of oxygen.
That really sounds like a problem for the you that wasn’t succumbing to hypothermia though.
When you woke again, you felt significantly better than when you'd fallen asleep.
You were still a little cold, but the shivering had subsided and you could actually feel your fingers again.
The blanket crinkled as you shifted and blinked your eyes open.
“You're awake!” A voice chirped above you.
Oh, right.
You looked up at Gojo, blinking sleep from your eyes. He was bright even in the darkness of the cave. His eyes, his smile, his hair, his skin. It all seemed to glimmer with a faint flickering illumination of the water dancing across his handsome features.
“Mhm,” You took a moment to really look at him. You'd been so out of it and so overwhelmed that you hadn't really processed him fully.
His lure was lit, but barely. Just a faint glow almost like a nightlight that cast shadows over his face. Pretty, pale lashes flicked and brushed his high cheekbones when he blinked.
“Do you feel better?” Gojo rubbed your arms over the foil blanket, the sound of it shrill. You nodded quickly.
“Yes, yeah, much better.”
“Oh, you sound different.” He observed, head cocking to the side. His lure bobbing with the motion in a way that you couldn't help but think was so cute. “Are you sure you're okay?”
“Mhm, really. Thank you, Gojo. You... you saved my life.” You supposed a little flattery wouldn’t hurt your situation. And boy, were you right.
“Yeah, I did, didn't I?” His chest almost seemed to puff up a little, chin lifting and a quiet splash came from the water as his tail flicked. You guessed that was kind of a subconscious thing.
You nodded and shifted a little, turning to the side so you could look at him properly.
“I've always wanted to talk to a human, but none of them ever made it.” There it was again, no survivors. Had he done this with others? Tried to save them? “Can I ask you some questions?” He sounded eager, excited at the potential.
“Of course,” You supposed it was probably the least you could do considering he had saved your life.
Immediately, he started to shoot off questions. Some piggybacked off the one previous but most made it clear that he'd been wanting this for a long time and had quite a bit of time to think about the day he'd finally get to speak to a person.
Why did humans put scraps of stuff on their bodies? Clothes.
What was the weird shuffling humans did with each other? Dancing.
What was with the odd compilation of noises that humans did the dancing to? Music.
And so on. You learned a little about Gojo as well while he rattled off an almost infinite amount of prose.
The knowledge he did have about society and people was mostly from things he’d found in shipwrecks along the ocean floor.
He showed you some of the stuff he’d found and asked some questions about them. Like the compass, glass cracked and the needle stuck on north, a wristwatch, also stopped, the hands stuck at 5:17, a rotary telephone with the two handheld pieces. He had an interesting looking sword, two pronged and asymmetrical with jagged blades and a broken chain clipped to the hilt, pulled from a trench far from where the cave was.
Some more modern items were thrown in too, a laptop that almost snapped when you tried to open it. What looked like a depth sounder, spiderweb cracks spread across the screen. A couple of cell phones that were likely from over a decade ago and might even come back to life with a rice bath and a fresh battery.
Some things you guess he picked up because they were just pretty. A necklace with a fat red gem, bracelets that glittered despite the layer of dirt and grime. Rings that had probably once meant promises of forever to people that probably weren't around anymore.
You wondered if he pulled any of it off of bodies stuck in those ships.
You didn't ask.
You learned that Gojo can survive out of water, with the partial human anatomy he can at least breathe out of water, the three raised lines on either side of his obliques were where his gills were closed off while he was out. It was why he didn't die with you sleeping on his lap for hours—but he does need to stay wet, his tail especially.
He went between sitting next to you on the ledge, to sitting you on his lap so you were off the cold ground, and swimming around to grab stuff.
Watching him go back and forth, grabbing items from the other side of the cave, you noticed that he was quite nimble. His huge tail was flexible and strong, Gojo went back and forth carrying items, covering the distance quickly without ever using his arms.
You couldn't help yourself. You asked if you could touch it.
When would you ever get an opportunity to touch a shark and not get your hand bitten off?
He agreed quickly and wasted no time asking the same of you, you guessed that was fair enough.
His tail was cool to touch, just like the rest of him, and what seemed like his bright white underbelly was impossibly soft. So smooth it felt like touching velvet, the other icy blue side felt similar, just a little rougher.
Gojo’s fin flicked a few times as you ran your hand along his tail, splashing in the water and the smaller fins down his sides by his hips and where you thought his knees would probably be twitched when you grazed them.
The first thing he touched were your feet when you sat on his lap again. You laughed and fought from kicking as he poked and prodded. He was quite intrigued by your legs in general but when you wiggled your toes for him he breathed a “Whoa.” Absolutely fascinated by your anatomy.
It was still kind of funny even when he lifted and pulled your legs apart. He just seemed curious as he did it, like the differences between you two were the most interesting thing in the world. You wondered again as he tilted his head lower and peered between your spread legs, if he even had the right parts to do anything.
Gojo’s head snapped back up, his lure bobbed as he met your eyes again.
“Can I taste you again?” He asked earnestly.
“What?” You blinked, closing your legs.
“Like in the picture?” He said, like it was obvious. “It was nice, I liked it a lot.”
“Oh.” You swallowed hard, it was one thing for him to give you mouth to mouth to save your life, but this was kissing. Was that ethical?
You're sitting here with a mythical shark-person, where did ethics fit into a situation like this? If Gojo wanted to kiss you, you guessed you weren't really opposed to that.
“Um, I-I guess so? Sure.”
You weren’t sure what he would taste like, a part of you really hoped it wouldn't be like fish. He didn't stink, he mostly just smelled like salt. Something a little sweet underlying.
It was uncoordinated and a little off the mark as his cool mouth pressed to yours. He did not taste like fish, thank fucking god. He tasted almost just like he smelled, salt and something a little sweet in the saliva he exchanged with you.
He didn't really know what he was doing, just putting his mouth on yours. You laughed when he puffed his cheeks and blew a gust of air into your mouth, telling him he didn’t need to do that this time.
“Oh. Okay, let me try again.” He demanded redemption and you lifted your face to him again. Gojo put his lips to yours, and stilled. You fought the urge to laugh again. You didn't really see the harm in taking the lead and showing him how to kiss properly. If you were going to do this, it may as well be good.
Your lips parted a little and you tilted your head slightly, a hand coming up to touch the side of his face gently.
Gojo seemed stunned for a moment, like the fact that there was more to this than just putting your mouths together was enough to make him freeze. But he caught on quickly and followed your movements. His fingers thread through your hair, careful to not tangle the knots already there even more.
Your tongue met his and he made a small, excited noise that melted into a moan.
You almost forgot that this wasn't just a guy you were kissing.
But as your lower lip caught in his mouth, you were reminded of that mouthful of shark teeth as one sliced into your lip.
“Mm!” You pulled back, a hand flew up to your face and pressed to the fresh cut, pulling away to see bright red smeared on your fingers. “Ouch, ooh, careful with those things.” You jabbed jokingly with a light chuckle, sucking on your lip and tasting warm metal as you glanced back up at Gojo.
A smear of your blood was still on his lip and as his tongue came out to swipe over it, his lashes fluttered and he groaned.
“You… taste so good.”
You gulped. Oh god.
How could you possibly forget?
Gojo is a fucking shark.
Now that he's tasted your blood, would he change his mind about eating you? You didn't have the guts to ask what he ate, but you knew it probably wasn't anything that didn’t bleed and have a heartbeat at some point.
“You look scared,” He pointed out, a crease forming in his brow but the curve to his lips didn't falter. “You don’t need to worry, I won't bite you… not very hard.”
He brought his face closer to yours again, the light on his lure was definitely flickering now. He sniffed, and the water splashed as his tail flicked around in excitement.
“Mm, I like you so much. You're my favorite.”
You swallowed hard, leaning back just a little. “Oh?”
“Mhm, I want more. Do you taste like that everywhere?”
You weren't about to die of hypothermia anymore, and you were a little ashamed to admit that the question sent a wave of warmth pooling deep in your gut. A quiet breath like a sigh left your lips and you shifted again, pulling back a bit more to put distance between you as you thought on what to say to something like that.
But Gojo caught you, hands on your arms. The foil crinkling loudly under his grip as he held you in place under the weight of his bright blue gaze.
“You mean like… blood?” You breathed the word out, barely louder than a whisper and he smiled again.
“That too,” He chuckled, like watching you try to follow him where he was leading you was the most entertaining thing he'd done in a while. Like you were the most entertaining thing he'd encountered in a while. One hand glided down to your hip, his eyes following the motion. “Can I try? You smell really good too.”
Ah.
Well, of course he could smell your dripping sex. What else couldn't he do?
Your thighs pressed together at the idea of him tasting you. Thanks to that mouthful of razor teeth that had already cut you once, you were uncertain. Gojo seemed to sense it, splaying a hand over your thigh.
“I won't hurt you,” He squeezed once and you looked from his hand, back to his face. “I promise.”
Shit. Maybe you did lose some braincells. You could blame it on that.
Gojo saved your life after all, he likes you. He wouldn't literally eat you.
…Right?
“Yeah, okay,” You nodded slowly. “Just, be careful with the tee—agh!”
You didn't even get out the full sentence before he had you flipped around, practically upside down. You threw your arms out to balance as your legs hooked over Gojo’s shoulders. One hand wrapped around a thigh and the other curled over and prodded at your cunt.
“Mm! Oh my—what are you doing?” You gasped, clenching around his head. It felt like he was looking for something.
“Shouldn't there be a hole?” He asked quizzically, dragging a finger through your slit and rubbing around. “I don't think it works without one.”
“What? What does that me-ean?!” You squeaked as his exploratory finger found what he was looking for and he hummed with delight.
“Ah, good! Oh wow, it's so slippery, is that normal?” His thick finger pushed in deeper, prodding your walls like he was just… feeling around. Getting familiar with your cunt.
“Um—mmm… fuck, ye-yes?” How did you end up here?
“Huh,” Was all he said. He withdrew his hand, leaving you empty, and licked a long stripe up your cunt.
You had to give it to Gojo, he was quite observant. He took note of how you jerked when he flicked over your clit, and did it again. Watching how you gasped and arched a little.
“I like that noise,” His lips closed around your clit, “Mnnh!” He mimicked you, sending the vibration of the noise into you and you did it again, a hand threading into his soft, damp hair. He grinned and you felt his teeth against you.
“Ca-careful, remember, Gojo?” You reminded him, securing your grip in his hair just in case, mindful of the base of his lure hidden. Not sure how he felt about it being touched.
“I know, it doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“N-no, it doesn’t,”
“See? I won't hurt you, I know what I'm doing.” Gojo reassured, planting a wet, messy kiss on your clit with an audible smack!
“Mhm,” You hummed.
You seriously doubted that.
Regardless of it, he figured out what he was doing quickly. He held your pelvis up and your legs wide open to him easily, your shoulders slumped on his smooth tail. You were completely at his mercy like that, and it only made the situation hotter.
Paying the most attention to your clit with little sucks, grazing so lightly with those teeth that threatened to cut you open, but didn't. Each time you felt them you tightened your hand in his hair, yelping the first few times he did it in surprise just for him to wink at you.
How did he even know how or why to do that?
He explored every bit of your cunt with sloppy licks, slurping at your arousal and humming at the taste.
“Mnnh!” You threw your head back, eyes fluttering shut as he tongued and teased your hole. Lapping and pointing his tongue sharply to push deep inside, he hummed into you as he discovered the source of your slick.
He pulled his mouth off you, nipping lightly at your inner thigh. You startled at it, but didn't pull him off. Legs were fine, you guessed.
“Keep doing that. And say my name again, I liked that.” He practically purred his requests to you, a light sting starting in your thigh with his teeth just barely breaking skin. “Can I bite? Just a little?”
This was all brand fucking new to you, but you had at least some experience. Gojo was just doing all of this for the first time, just figuring out what he liked.
You guessed you kind of owed it to him to help him work all that out.
You took a deep breath, “Ju-just a little one, please be careful, Gojo.” He nodded, those god damn teeth peeking out with his lips parted a little.
He looked you over, trying to decide where best to sink his jaws into you. He sniffed close to your skin again and tapped your hip with two fingers. “Here?”
“Mhm,”
You knew it would probably be somewhat painful, but nothing would prepare you for the sensation of those teeth slicing into you. Tearing open skin and sinking into your flesh. It was white hot, and flooded your entire system like electricity.
A scream tore from your throat, and melted into a guttural moan.
It wasn't entirely painful, you realized.
Gojo moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as his tongue ran over the blood streaming from the countless little wounds. That felt better than you would have expected.
“Mnnh… ohh my god, Gojo!” You cried his name out, just as he asked and he reacted instantly. He sucked at the bite, pulling the flow of your blood into his mouth and he shuddered. Swallowing the mouthful with a whimper, his hands shaking and gripping your legs hard.
You shook again, shivers shaking through your whole body. Your skin was alight and felt like pure ecstasy as he sucked hard one more time before releasing the bite, pulling those teeth from you.
“Wow,” Gojo sounded almost high, his voice somehow low and gravely while far off and dreamy.
Maybe that was just you.
His tongue dragged over the bite slowly, collecting the crimson leaking from the fresh wounds there. You dared a glance at Gojo, and he looked just as carnal as you expected. No, more than you were expecting.
His impossibly blue eyes were glazed, he stared somehow at and through you. His features slack and a lazy half smile curling his stained mouth.
He looked so satisfied as he licked his full lips, catching the blood smeared on his mouth and trickling down his chin. Like a predator finishing a meal, you supposed that was kind of what you were looking at.
It felt more intimate than when his tongue was buried in your cunt. The trust of having an apex predator like him, teeth sunk into your flesh and praying he didn’t bleed you dry. And he didn’t.
“It’s amazing. I feel… so good right now.” He sighed, his cheek resting on your thigh as he came down from whatever cloud he was up on.
Suddenly, it was like he actually saw you, his eyes focused solely on you. “I want more. I want all of it.” He almost growled, the sound greedy and hungry.
You swallowed hard, heart kicking at your ribcage as something deep and primal in your brain screamed at you to run away. That whatever Gojo was, was dangerous. That here, in his domain, he loomed over you on the food chain.
He could eat you. The dark look in his eye told you he would eat you.
Gojo rubbed his cheek on your thigh, it almost felt lovingly gentle when juxtaposed with the harsh bite still throbbing and leaking on your hip. His hands glided up your sides, feeling up your body.
“Gojo, I—”
“Don’t worry, I really want to, but that would be bad. I know that.” He placed a chaste kiss on your thigh, leaving a smear of deep red behind. “I’ll keep you safe, I like you too much to let anything bad happen to you.”
“Oh, well that’s, um… good?” It was better than him seeing you as nothing more than food.
“Mhm,” He hummed in agreement, taking your legs off his shoulders. You sagged, your back resting on Gojo’s tail, legs still up in the air but in a slightly less compromising position.
Something hard pressed low into your spine, you had a pretty good idea of what it was. Where had it come from though? You had no idea.
Gojo took a deep breath, eyes lidded and still dark but earnest as he said your name. “I want to mate you.” It sounded like he was asking for your hand marriage or something, the weight with which he said it.
“Mate… me?” You echoed and Gojo nodded quickly.
“I’ll fit. I’m pretty sure.” He squinted at you, eyeing your belly. “I want to try, you’d be the perfect mate, I know it.”
Sex. He was talking about having sex with you.
Maybe it’s that he was so protective of you, that he wanted you more than any other human man had ever. Even after just a short time of being around him, Gojo had a way of making your heart race with fight or flight while also seeming like the safest place in the world.
Maybe it was that he literally saved your life.
Maybe he was just really hot, even with that shark tail, and you were really horny. And maybe a little curious as to what it would be like.
Maybe it was everything, plus the bite mark still throbbing deliciously on your hip that made you nod slowly and agree.
“I like you too, Gojo. Yeah, let’s, um… let’s try.”
He didn’t say anything, just grinned and pulled you up to sit face to face with him, still on his lap. As you shifted upright and scooted back, your cunt rubbed on what was definitely his dick, but it felt… different. He wasn’t human, and it’d be naive to think he’d have human anatomy.
Gojo groaned quietly with the movement. You started to glance down, to see what exactly you were working with before you tried to fit him inside you. But Gojo took your face in one hand and lifted your chin gently to him.
He kissed you again and caught you off guard with how smoothly his mouth opened, teasing the seam of your lips until they parted for him. He really was a fast learner.
He flipped you again easily, biceps flexing as he held you close to his chest and laid you down under him on a layer of your damp, shredded clothes. He broke the kiss as he reached down between you. Your legs hitched up around Gojo’s waist as he fumbled a little, his face scrunched up in concentration as he prodded around for your entrance. You tensed a little with cool fingers rubbing and poking gently.
As Gojo’s thick fingers curled into you, his face lit up and you kept your eyes trained on him. He smiled, pleased with himself. His tail was flopped to the side, the large fin just barely breaking the surface of the water and sending splashes echoing through the dim cave. His lure bright and flickering just over your head as you let out the noise he liked.
It was so different to see someone—a man—be openly enthusiastic and excited about things. Gojo communicated clearly, paid attention to your body language, and laid his feelings out in the open.
Was he… kind of the ideal guy?
Sure he was half shark, but… was that really such a bad thing when you thought about everything else?
Yeah, okay, he said he wanted to keep you, but it shows he’s not afraid of commitment. And he saved you.
Okay, maybe that sounded a little stockholm syndrome-y. But would it really be that terrible?
He pulled his fingers from you and nudged—
You immediately tensed. Eyes going wide and you finally glanced down at what was happening between your legs.
Not one, but two thick, blunt tips were pressing at your entrance.
Before you could really think twice on it, on how Gojo might wreck you with two thick cocks—lengthy and pale and a little curve to the top one—prying you wide open. He pushed his hips into you and stretched your cunt to accommodate all of him.
You gasped and bit back a whimper, tensing up, walls clenching around the intrusion that was Gojo. But he sunk in further, forcing your cunt to open wider the deeper he went. It felt like you were stretched to the limit. He threw his head back with a deep groan, the flickering light bobbing as he somehow pushed even more into you and you somehow kept taking it. Your legs squeezed, toes curling as you felt Gojo fill every bit of your cunt as he kept shoving more into you.
With a hard thrust, both blunt heads bullied against your cervix and you cried out. He stilled, breathing hard. “Wow, see?” Gojo marveled, gaze roving down your body to land low. “I fit inside you. We’re definitely mates.”
It was kind of a miracle that he fit. Maybe he was right.
“You ca-can… move,” You said quietly and he glanced up to meet your eyes for a moment.
“Oh, okay,” Gojo pulled his hips back, dragging out slow, and pushed all the way back in. “Like… that?” He whined a little, tail slapping the water as he bottomed out again.
“Mhm!” You managed out a hum and a short nod, nails digging in as you gripped his shoulders hard, but he didn’t seem to mind. His gaze trained low again, he set a bit of a rhythm. He was probably watching as he pulled out and shoved back inside. How he branded the shape of himself into you.
It was like he was reshaping you, molding you to fit him with every thrust that grew more confident, more assured in the snap of his hips.
“Oh wow, look at that.” Gojo leaned back and smoothed a hand over your stomach, fucking into you hard and slow with a mean angle that pushed the already curved cock into a sensitive spot. “I can see myself inside you.”
You lifted your head somehow with that and saw exactly what he was talking about. Your stomach bubbled out a little, and as he grinded into you, the bulge moved.
You watched as he rubbed the bump and pressed down. He moaned as he picked up the pace again and your head fell back, feeling his hand push against his cock, rubbing hard against your walls. The pressure made your eyes roll, mouth hanging open and gasping breaths.
Every movement sparked pleasure that whited your brain out, wiping any thought from your head but how hot your skin felt, and how stuffed full you were.
You were made aware that ‘mating you’ wasn’t just fucking you. It was a claim. Neither you, nor your body would never be the same after this.
Gojo wrapped an arm under you, his body lowered to press against yours. He was still cold, but the exertion had you so overheated that you welcomed his cool skin. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, feeling the soft texture of his tail under your calves. Your arms draped around his shoulders, clutching and gripping at the muscles that flexed under your hands.
Gojo brought his face to the crook of your neck, still making movements with his hips to keep fucking you as his mouth closed around your throat.
His tongue glided over your hammering pulse.
You tried to say his name, but it caught in your throat.
He didn’t bite, he sucked. His teeth pressed lightly to your skin, barely pricking. You almost couldn’t feel the sting with everything else going on, but you did. He licked the blood beading from the tiny pinpricks and the moment he tasted you again, control seemed to crack.
Gojo whined out, biting down slightly harder, his teeth cutting into your throat. He pumped into you hard and fast. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, having his teeth sunken into your neck, licking the trickle of blood as he split you open on two thick cocks.
But it did. You clenched around him, walls gripping and slowing his movements a little. He faltered a little, pace stuttering and you thought he might come. But instead he released your throat with a groan, like it fucking killed him to do.
“My mate,” He growled, his fin slapping and splashing the water uncontrollably. “I want to do this forever, I fit inside you and its so nice—mnnh—you’re sooo warm,” He moaned, grinding into your cervix. His cocks were leaking inside you and you whined with so much pressure filling you you couldn’t think. Being fucked and held on the edge of climax. “I want, I wa-want to… mm!”
Gojo planted a fast kiss on your lips and pulled out of your cunt. The shocking loss and sudden emptiness hurt and you started to protest, but you were shut quickly up.
Gojo flipped you over, carefully and he made sure you didn’t smack your head or any limbs on the ground. He pulled your hips up to his level and rubbed along your slit, lined back up to your hole, and pushed in again.
As he bottomed out again, he felt deeper somehow and as the tips of his cocks kissed your cervix, Gojo moaned behind you. He sounded just as lost in it as you were. “I want to fill you with my pups, can you do that, mate? Can you take it if I fill you up?” He rubbed over your belly and held firmly, feeling himself push into his hand.
It didn’t really register with you, what he was really saying. In your blissed out mind held on the edge of coming, you knew he wanted to breed you, but that was impossible. You’re two different species.
He could ‘fill you with pups’ all he wanted, none would stick.
“Yes! I can take it. To-touch me, please, Gojo!”
“Touch you?” You nodded and he dipped his hand lower, drifting over your stomach to between your legs. “You mean here?” He rubbed a slow circle over your clit and you twitched hard, walls pulsing around his cocks as he fucked a slow rhythm into you.
“Ohh my god, mnh, yes!” You moaned out, you were drooling on the ground.
He was fucking you stupid, the half shark virgin, was fucking you harder than anyone ever had in your life.
He dragged through your walls, every ridge and vein catching. He curled over you, cool chest pressing to your back, one arm wrapped under your chest to hold you up, the other hand cupping your cunt. He rubbed dizzying circles on your clit with two fingers and you twitched and writhed under him, hips bucking back to push into his thrusts.
He put his mouth on your shoulder, but he didn’t bite. Just pressed his lips there until your orgasm hit and you squeezed tight, letting out a choked cry as he bullied into you.
Gojo moaned, his fin was swishing in the water so hard and so fast it sounded like a propeller as he squeezed you tight, and bit down on your shoulder, hard.
Tears pricked your eyes instantly and you could only whimper as Gojo sank his teeth into your flesh and sucked.
Sure, it hurt, but why did it feel so good too?
He thrust into you hard, grinding deep as his cocks both swelled, twitching and about to burst. His jaw tightened and made a pitched noise deep in his throat. You choked on a sob as the blooming pain rolled through you like a wave, ecstasy making your eyes roll and stream tears.
His whole body shuddered as his cocks kicked deep inside, and ropes of cum spurted. It wasn’t hot, more just lukewarm, a little cooler than your body temperature as he flooded you. It didn’t stop for a while, not until there was so much pressure that you felt heavy and swollen from everything filling you.
You sagged, body drooping with exhaustion but still connected to Gojo. He pried his teeth from deep in your shoulder and you winced. He licked the bite, cool tongue gliding over the wound to collect blood still flowing, and hummed. He rubbed your belly affectionately.
“Are you okay? Does the bite hurt?” Gojo leaned into your periphery, a hand still pressed to your stomach. You shook your head, none of them really hurt at all. Not that you could feel much anyways.
“Good,” Gojo hummed thoughtfully. “I wonder what our pups will be like, I hope they look like you.” You didn’t have the energy or the heart to crush the fantasy of you being his mate and giving him babies, so you just nodded for now and let your eyes close.
“It takes longer with a human female, I don’t mind waiting though. I’ll keep you safe till they come, then I'll put more in you.” Gojo nuzzled your shoulder, still stuffing you and keeping you plugged up and full of his cum.
The realization of what he said hit and your eyes opened again.
“Wait, you can reproduce… outside of your own species?”
“Mhm, just humans though. You’re close enough to our kind, it still works.” He sighed, the light from his lure dimming a little as he pulled you close and rolled onto his back, laying you on him and keeping his cocks in you. He rubbed your belly again, affectionately like his child was actually inside and not just a womb full of cum.
“I’m so happy I found you,” His tail swished in the water languidly. He sounded genuinely happy, he was probably lonely before the boat dumped you in the ocean and in a weird way, so were you.
Sure, you weren’t alone, but you didn’t have a relationship or anyone to tell you not to go work on a deadly boat in the freezing ocean.
Maybe staying with Gojo wouldn’t be the worst option. How many others did you really even have?
You hummed and put a hand over his on your swollen belly. “Do you have to stay in cold water, or can you go somewhere warmer?”
“Nope, I can adjust to pretty much anything so we can go anywhere.” He squeezed you a little.
Thank god for that, you didn’t know how much longer you’d survive in the freezing cold. You weren’t built like Gojo and his kind.
Wait a minute.
“What do you mean, our kind?”
a/n .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — idk what this is man, don't ask me. ask @/indiewritesxoxo bc reading her stuff before bed gave me weird dreams(10/10 recommend). I love the ocean but my biggest fear is drowning so the start was awful to write T_T pls tell me it was worth it
you and toji are in a movie theatre, his arm wrappped around your waist, thumb stroking your hipbone every so often as the movie plays, sat at the back. the theatre is fairly empty, just a couple people sprawled about, some action movie you had wanted to watch so toji had agreed. the movie is fine—classic action, and you're almost so distracted that you don't realise his fingers are starting to trace over your stomach, thumb brsuhing over your belly button, slipping down to stroke your soft lower stomach.
you let him, too used to the way toji’s always been touchy, seking out skin to skin, hands gravitating to your ass for a squeeze and hold. but then his fingers slip down the band of your skirt. your breath hitches when his fingers slip down lower between your thighs, your spine stiffening.
“t-toji? what’re you—?” you breathe out, eyes flicking to him, startled.
"keep watchin' the film, baby," toji murmurs into your ear, like his hand isnt down your skirt.
your breath hitches, eyes flicking over the other couples in the theatre, too far away to see through the shadowy darkness how your cheeks are pink or how his hand is sliding between your thighs, prying them apart.
"eyes on the screen, sweetheart," toji mutters, voice low but firm and your eyes flit up to the screen, wetting your lips nervously as he slowly rubs the pad of his two fingers over your clothed cunt, just feeling how warm you are. you force your body to relax, too used to toji’s reckless ideas, the way his hands like to wander.
your lashes flutter softly as he just gently rubs over your clothed cunt, tracing over the shape of your lips, stroking gently until he can feel you get wet for him. toji hums soft under his breath, pleased, his eyes on the screen as he strokes over your pussy until the fabric of your panties is slick, soaked by your core. the slick fabric clings to your lips, and toji traces the outline with his nail, rubbing a little where your clit is hiding, making your thighs twitch and breath hitch softly.
"pretty little thing, get wet so easily," he breathes, and your cheeks flush at the praise, biting your bottom lip as he rubs over the soaked fabric, slow little circles, up and down as it clings to you obscenely under your skirt. there’s a fight scene on the scrnee and you try pay attention to the dialogue, to the visual effects and characters but them toji’s slipping your panties to the side, baring your soft, warm cunt to the cool air of the theatre, making your breath hitch.
"lemme feel," toji mutters, and you do, shifting your thighs wider apart as his fingers drag over the shape of your cunt, feeling the soaked warmth, dragging the slick over your folds, smearing it over your clit. you bite down on your bottom lip, pussy clenching and throbbing the longer he plays with you like this, hand under your skirt, eyes on the screen like his fingers aren't toying with your cunt.
"toji," you whimper weakly but he just hums softly, the soft slick noises of his fingers slowly rubbing over your clit hidden by the soundtrack blaring through the speakers.
"you just keep watchin' doll and i’ll keep playin' with this pussy, yeah?" he mutters, voice gravelly and goign straght between your thighs in a pulse of heat, slick spilling down your cunt messily as you bite your lip and nod shakily.
your breaths feel loud, fingers curled on the arm rest as his fingers roll over your clit, right little circles, your slick coating his fingers and your cunt, making the slide slippery. your lashes flutter, teeth dug into your bottom lip to bite back any whimpers as his fingers slide down, one slowly slipping inside with a soft noise you pray is hidden by the movie.
your fingers grip the arm rest as toji’s finger slides in and out, slow and easy, another thick finger joining the first, your pussy stretching open around his digits, making you bite down on a whimper.
"pretty girl," he breathes softly into your ear. "doin' so good. lettin' me play with you." his fingers scissor you open slow, curling inside and sliding deeper until they reach the knuckle, dragging over that spot that makes your thighs squeeze and spine jolt.
"toji—“ you whimper out in warning but he just hushes you, thumb rolling over your clit as he slides his fingers in and out of your slick heat, the messy soft squelch only audible to your ears, making them burn.
the movie plays on, and the lights wash over you both in the shadowy theatre, toji’s thumb pressing harder against your clit in time with how he's thrusting his fingers in and out steadily to make your hand press over your mouth, stifling any noises, eyes fluttering shut, chest rising and falling.
your hand reaches for him other blidnly and he lets you hold onto his bicep as his fingers curl inside you—a third finger joining, stretching you open, thumb rolling over your clit, making you jolt.
the heat is unberable, tangling in your gut, coiling tighter the longer toji plays with your pussy, and when his thumb passes over your clit again, fingers pressed up against your g spot, you cant help it, fingers squeezzing his bicep in warning, mouth clamped shut and eyes squeezing closed as you cum around his fingers. he hums low in his throat as he feels the soft pulse of your cunt, rubbing over your clit as you drench his fingers, feeling your walls clench and squeeze around the digits as you pant against your hand.
"there we go," toji mutters, low, pleased, fingers slipping in and out, smearing your cum all over your pussy lips, rubbing it over your clit. he shifts your skirt up, and his eyes flick down, able to see the way your pussy is messy in the dim shadows—the occasional flash of light illuminating the way your cunt is a wreck, pussy stretched his fingers, clenching around them, cum dribbling down your cunt, down his fingers.
"there’s that messy little pussy," he breathes low and pleased, dragging his fingers out and making you stifle a whimper. his two fingers go on either side of your slick swollen cunt, squeezing your folds together gently and humming low when he sees the cum drooling out your pussy messily.
"did so good for me," toji mutters as he readjusts your panties and skirt, bringing his slick fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, humming at the taste and you watch, flushed, panting, pussy clenching around nothing, feeling a little more cum dribbling out at the sight of him sucking his fingers clean of you. you swallow, wetting your lips as you pant softly.
"now though," he purrs, eyes on yours, heavy lidded and dark. "i got a taste for your pussy. and i don't think i can wait till we get home."
you swallow dryly at that, throat bobbing and toji’s mouth tugs up in a lazy hungry smirk.
Sukuna and Choso are your roomies and they do not understand the word privacy! constantly just walking in while you're taking a shower, taking over your bed - If they're gonna be that way, you could at least get backshots, but no! They'd rather play Mario Kart and manspread with you on the couch. Sukuna keeps throwing you off rainbow road, (rude!) which leads to your own revenge - cucking him.
pairings - choso x reader x sukuna
warnings- fingering, lots of titty worship, nipple sucking, edging, making Choso whimper, cucking tf outta Kuna in a pink chair lol, petty reader (I luv her) yandere tendencies (both boys) p in v sex, creampie, cum swallowing, ragebaiting kuna -4k
this was a commission for my baby @martianzmars ahhh this is like our fourth one!? I luv u sm!!!
art is from @/679sora on IG
Sukuna and Choso are by far the most annoying roommates a girl could have – constantly in your space, always eating all your favorite snacks, not allowing you any privacy. Shower? They’re standing in the damn bathroom talking to you, thinking you can masturbate in peace? No, they wanna come hang out in your room all the time!
Not just in the apartment either – no, they don’t even let you go anywhere without them, the couple times they have they’ve come to the parties and made sure they were on either side of you, fending off any of the men. Aside from work and classes they’re not in, the two men tag along anywhere – up to and including getting manicures.
It was pretty cute to see them get their nails painted black, and how ticklish they get when they’re getting pedicures – but to have no alone time? To have no girls nights out, no they go to those too, heaven help if a guy maybe tries to talk to you, the two of them make sure anyone who is brave enough to approach is sent off running.
You love having them around, even when the two giant men just take over your entire bed, big ass arms all heavy and weighing you down when you wake up. Maybe you wouldn’t mind that if either of them used their cocks that were pressing on either side of you, but no they just snuggle you closer, leaving you soaking wet and aching, unable to use any of your toys in peace.
Menaces, they’re menaces.
Choso is an adorable menace, a sweetheart – but menace nonetheless. Sukuna was more outspoken with how insane he was, he lived to fuck with you, once he thought it would be funny to hide your dildo collection you’re so proud of. You didn’t talk to him for a week after that, until he groveled and bought you a brand new one for your addition.
Little did you know – Sukuna had it moulded to fit his cock exactly, the thought that you were getting stretched out by his shape made it even sweeter when he heard your soft little whines. When he’d jerk it in his room, groaning and tilting his head against that wall like a pervert.
Sometimes he’d use your panties to cum, he loved when you couldn’t find them and got all upset – he even took your scrunchies because they smell like your shampoo. Okay maybe Sukuna’s a bit obsessed with you, but is Choso much better?
No, he’s not, Choso is just a little sneakier, thinking of fucking you and jerking it when he’s in the shower and you’re talking to him, trying to muffle his moans as he pictures you right on your knees.
Not that you’re aware of any of it.
Even now, they’re smushing you between them on the couch, manspread thighs against your own, you never get any space with these two.
“Hah, i’ll throw your ass right off rainbow fucking road,” Sukuna’s grinning like the psycho he is when he nudges your cart, your cute little Yoshi flying off.
“Ugh, you dick!”
“Sukuna,” Choso sighs and shakes his head. “Stop throwing her off.”
“Stop throwing her off,” you smack him with his mocking tone, getting back onto the road and speeding up. “Hah!”
“Not again!? You’re such a jerk!”
“I’ll avenge you angel,” Sukuna rolls his eyes when Choso runs Sukuna off the road, and his bowser goes flying, you snicker in laughter as Sukuna crashes out.
“Choso, my hero!”
“I’ll come fucking get the both of you,” Sukuna’s locked in, brows lowered – far too close to you now as if the couch isn’t big enough for him, his biceps flexing in a concerning ass way that makes you stop driving. “What brat, ya done?”
“I um…” you blink and focus once more, in time for Choso to lean forward, his elbow resting on your bare thigh so casually.
Casual.
You’re ovulating and losing mario kart!
“Mnh…”
They both look at you and you cover your face in embarrassment, slick dribbling down your inner thighs – you’re always wet around them but today is too fucking much, how many times a day can you change your panties? You could swear they keep coming up missing too.
“You all right angel?” Choso asks softly, tilting his head and looking at you far too closely, hand on your cheek. “You’re warm! Do you have a fever?”
“N-no,” Sukuna scoffs and yanks the remote from your hands, feeling your head for himself.
“You are warm, brat, better not be sick,” he tilts your chin up and smirks. “You lost big time, hah you suck.”
“Ugh!” You shove at him once more. “You suck! I’m fine!”
You three play another round and Sukuna won’t stop knocking you off, sending your car into a tailspin, you get so damn mad at him you toss the remote on the floor. Sukuna snorts when you cross your arms.
“Looking like a little spoiled brat.”
“I am not! You’re just rude!”
“Tch, can’t even lose a game,” you’re so irritated and so horny you can’t think right now, just glaring at the pink haired menace. “Don’t feel bad, I beat you at every single game, don’t I?”
“Sukuna stop,” Choso sets his remote down, wrapping a protective arm and tugging you against him. “Leave her alone, you’re really being a dick over it.”
“I am competitive, she’s the sore loser.”
“You’re not competitive, you’re being an ass,” you snuggle to Choso now and he blushes, your lips against his neck, tickling his skin.
“Thank you Cho,” you murmur, pressing a kiss, he sucks in a breath, hand tightening at your waist, Sukuna glares at the sight, smacking Choso’s hand right off you. “Hey!”
“You’re mad she’s snuggling to me.”
“Hah, right,” Sukuna stands up now, yanking you off Choso like the big brute he is, you kick at him and he smirks, yanking your ankle. “Think ya can hurt me, brat?”
“You’re the biggest brat there is, Ryomen Sukuna!”
“Wow, my full name – really,” you stick your tongue out and Sukuna bars you with his arms on the couch, making your breath catch. Just because he’s a dick doesn’t mean he’s not hot and ruining you with his proximity. “Admit you’re trash at Mario cart and I’ll make you feel real good, won’t have to fuck yourself tonight with your dildo collection.”
“Invasion of privacy! No, I won’t admit I suck,” you smack at his arm and then climb right onto Choso’s lap, he sucks in a breath at the action.
“Oh… Oh! Oh,” he’s gripping your waist with those big hands, dragging your heat against that bulge underneath his pants as you move your hips, his eyes darkening. “Hi.”
You giggle a bit at that, moving again, feeling Sukuna tense behind you. “Hi.”
“Get off his damn lap,” Sukuna turns your face towards him, just to get Choso smacking his hand away this time. “I’ll beat both your asses.”
“No you won’t,” Choso murmurs, turning your face to him now, thumb brushing little circles on your hip, making you even wetter. “I’ll make you feel good without you having to say you ‘suck’ at Mario cart. You don’t suck.”
“I can suck,” you whisper, leaning forward and giggling, Choso moans when you kiss his lips, and everything in your living room shifts.
It’s a desperate kiss once Choso gets a taste of you, moaning into your mouth and working your body against him, sucking in a breath, eyes fluttering shut, sucking your tongue in his mouth and rutting up against you. You whine out at it, you could almost cum from just feeling him, one of his hands entangling in his hair.
“Are you really gonna leave me out?” Sukuna asks, flipping you before you can think, now your back is pressed on Choso’s hard chest, Sukuna is kneeling, his hands pressing against your tits. You’re ovulating so bad they’re full and aching, your nipples sensitive when he brushes his thumbs on them. “You’re needy, huh brat?”
“Not for you and your Mario cart cheating tactics, mnh!” He uses a hand to tug up your shirt, your tits spilling out, earning his moan.
“Don’t want my mouth on them?” You can’t say no, not when Choso’s biting your neck, his fingers slipping up your shorts, making your thighs tremble, back arching for more of Sukuna’s touch. “Answer.”
“I am still mad at you, but I’ll let you do that,” he smirks as if he’ll get to fuck you – little does Sukuna know you take Mario Kart very seriously, and you’re planning on making your giant, pink haired roomie pay. “Mnh!”
Sukuna presses you back against Choso, grabbing your tit and wrapping his lips around the little bud, sucking it into the hot recesses of his mouth, tongue ring clicking against it and earning a soft moan. You move against Choso who whines out in response, cock licking so much sticky pre it’s drizzling against your inner thigh, his finger running over your panties.
“Ngh,” soft moans escape your lips as Sukuna sucks one nipple, the other toyed with by his thumb and forefinger, Choso’s running up and down your slit until you’re dripping wet. “Choso…”
“Even now?” Sukuna scowls and you grin, earning a sharp bite on your tit, leaving glistening teeth marks, you gasp in shock and he grins. “Marked you.”
“Freak,” you grumble, but he’s sucking your other nipple, and your hand finds its way in his pink silky hair, it’s so soft, you tug hard and he grips your tit hard, sucking it in his mouth as Choso toys your clit. “F-fuck… mnh…”
“You’re soaked baby,” Choso whispers, tilting your face to his and kissing you, messy with your tongues dripping saliva. “Like that?”
“Y-yes, ow!” Sukuna bites the fuck out of you again, earning your attention, you yank the fuck out of his hair and make him moan.
“Where’s my attention!?”
“I’m still mad, I already told you,” Sukuna tugs your shorts to the side, seeing how soaking wet you are, panties drenched.
“Already fuck yourself today?”
“Maybe,” he smirks. “Why?”
“Nothing – just that’s my cock.”
“What!?” You shove him hard, he’s chuckling and Choso’s damn near about to bust with how you wiggle. “You did not seriously? Psycho!”
“Bet you loved it,” you did, fuck him. “Could you take it all?”
“No – I mean!? Yep, hah wasn’t that -”
Before you can finish your petty lie, Sukuna’s kissing you, messy and mean with it, tongue ring clicking the roof of your mouth, you’re rocking back and forth, dying for them inside you. If you weren’t such a petty girl, maybe you’d let Sukuna slide his cock inside your cunt, where Choso’s running circles against your slick entrance – but you’re still mad about Mario Kart.
And now he’s making his cock your dildo!?
“You’re batshit insane,” you’re still kissing him though, Choso’s got your clit twitching and Sukuna’s pinching your nipples and rolling them, the simultaneous play is too much to handle. “You c-can’t just… mnh, d-do that.”
“That’s not fair, I wanna make you one,” Choso pouts as he sinks two fingers in your messy, needy cunt, you’re soaking them and quivering, sucking them up so damn easy. “Do you want one of me?”
“I do, stop biting, you dick!” Sukuna’s furious – how dare you give him all the attention when Sukuna is right there, he slips his finger down and Choso pulls his out with a wet pop, sucking on them and moaning.
Fuck he’s hot.
You’re a little lost when you realize Sukuna’s shoving two fingers deep, scissoring them in and out of your hole. “Hah your cunt is already fucked out, you must love my dick stretching your messy cunt out.”
“You w-wish,” your thighs are held up by Choso for Sukuna’s mean fingers to rock in and out of your cunt with loud squelches, your nails press into Choso’s forearms when he grips your tit, squishing it in his hand and rutting that leaky cock right on you. “Close, close… Sukuna!?”
“You thought,” he yanks his fingers out, smirking at the obscene amount dripping, slipping them right in your mouth. “Suck.”
You bob your mouth up and down his knuckles, cheeks all flushed and your eyes dazed, Sukuna moans at the sight, picturing how well you’d suck his cock, as you slip your tongue between those digits. Choso’s already fingering you again, your cheeks hollowed, eyes rolling back.
“I’ll let you cum baby,” he murmurs, Sukuna scoffs – Choso was always trying to ‘please you’ and this was no different, you’re sucking Sukuna’s fingers as his hand grips under your chin, Choso’s fingers making a mess between your thighs as you clamp down. “Go ahead, cum for me.”
“Mmph!” You’re drooling as Sukuna’s fingers go deeper, damn near choking you with them, orgasm making you squirt all over Choso’s lap, drops smacking against Sukuna’s pants, he groans at the sigh.
“Messy lil slut, look at ya, can’t handle a couple fingers?”
“Fuck off, was cummin’ for Choso,” Choso grins, his fingers easing out of your cunt with a messy pop as she keeps spasming, gushing arousal down onto the couch you’re sitting on. “Cho, come on.”
“Come where baby?”
“My room,” you stand and push past Sukuna, whose cock is so hard you can see it pressing out, he winces and has to adjust it when you’re crooking your finger. “You can watch.”
“Watch!? The fuck?”
You drag Choso – dopey grin on his face and all – giggling as you rush him to your room. “Yep.”
“I’m not just gonna watch you…” You’re stripped down right in front of them in moments, and both the boys have open mouths.
Listen, you’ve been waiting to fuck them, and cucking Sukuna seemed apt enough punishment after the shit he was pulling today. Your tits bounce when you turn to Choso, slipping off his shirt and running your fingertips across his tattooed chest, he snatches you up and kisses you, surprising you by how needy he is, you thought he may be shy.
He’s so not shy when he eagerly steps out of his pants, and you see all that white dripping through his boxers. “I am not watching.”
“You sit right there,” you point to your bright pink gaming chair, a big ass flower cushion and a plushy on it, Sukuna’s red eyes narrow – for a moment he does scare you, but not when he throws your plushy and pillow on the ground. “Hey!”
“Fuck off,” he sits in the chair and it creaks under his heavy weight, crossing his arms now. “Well, put on your little show – you’ll beg me to join.”
“You think so?”
“I know it, want all your holes filled,” his eyes drift down the curves of your body, his cock aching so badly he unzips his pants, watching your fucked out little gaze. “Like what you see?”
Who wouldn’t like that thick, veiny cock with the pierced reddened tip? Drooling white as he strokes it in front of you. Your throat goes dry as you consider if you can give him such a punishment, but you smile all mean.
“Admit you cheat at Mario Kart.”
“I don’t you brat!?”
“Then no,” you press Choso down on the bed, he’s tugging his boxers off, his pretty cock smacking his belly button, pre just dripping against that black strip of hair over his cock. “Oh… You’re so ready, aren’t you Choso?”
“Please,” he’s tugging you on him, giving Sukuna a view of your ass, your cunt gliding along Choso’s cock and dripping all over. “Oh pretty…”
He’s got a piercing too, right on his pretty pink tip, you’re running your slit right along it, hands braced on his chest, Choso's mouth wraps around your nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth. You’re whining out when he plays with the other, holding them both in his hands as you move.
“Your titties are so pretty,” he whispers, one hand slipping down to your waist, god he’s dreamed of you but not like this – gliding your cunt right on him? He could lift you and slam his cock so deep, but he also wants to let you tease him, edge him till he can’t help himself. “F-fuck… you’re so wet…”
“Rub it in,” Sukuna earns your laugh, peeking over your shoulder and arching so he has a look of your hole from the back. “I’d fuck you right in your ass first.”
“You would not!”
“Sure would, Choso can have your cunt..”
“I’ll take any hole,” you giggle again, kissing your roomie, his lips plush underneath yours, your nails press into his shoulders as his tip bumps your needy clit. “Ah! Choso…”
“Do you l-like it baby?” You nod eagerly, he’s sucking your tits again, dragging you down hard, his cock leaking more pre – so much he worries he did cum, but it’s still thickening against you. “Wanna fill you up with all my cum. Eat it out of you.”
“Mnh,” you’re leaning up now, gliding faster, watching Choso lose it, bruising your waist, his cheeks dusted with pink.
“You really gonna do all this for MARIO KART!? You’re such a petty little annoying brat.”
You glare and turn around, reverse cowgirl right on Choso’s cock, he’s whimpering and Sukuna’s stroking his cock, his lips parted as he takes in your body facing him. “You’re petty! And annoying, you never give me privacy!”
“Neither does he!?” Sukuna stands, his cock so heavy it’s just hanging, dripping on the pink fluffy rug.
“You’re making a mess, Kuna, all over my rug.”
His jaw sets, Choso’s fingers are pressing harder as he drags you up and down, gasping out. “Like you didn’t squirt on me!?”
“Can I put it in please?” Choso’s completely ignoring your spat – how can he think when he’s so close to being able to slide his cock inside your cute, soaking wet hole?
“Y-yes,” you let him lift you and grab his cock, wrapping his hand around the base, tip slipping in your hole. “Mnh!”
“Oh my god,” he drags you down in one stroke – deep inside – so much your tummy bulges for Sukuna to see, he groans at the sight, Choso lifting you and that mess of slick glistening. “You’re so f-fucking wet, god you feel so good.”
Sukuna’s gripping your hair and bending down as you ride Choso’s cock, ass bouncing up and down, nails pressing into his thighs to keep balance, he lifts your ass up and groans, fingers dimpling the plump flesh of your ass. “Making a whole show, aren’t you?”
You take your hand and swipe your thumb over Sukuna’s tip, licking it off and watching him lose it, only to rock on Choso’s cock more, feeling him hit your cervix, making you gasp out desperately. “You’re so deep, mnh!”
“Swear to god,” Sukuna’s stroking his cock when Choso sits up and puts you on all fours, slapping his heavy cock against your ass, you moan and arch, face precariously close to Sukuna’s cock. “Come on, fuck… just lemme…”
“You can jerk off near me,” You gasp out, a broken little moan spilling from your lips as Choso slams right back in, heavy balls kissing your clit, your head falling back. “You’re lucky to even get that.”
“Fuckin’ brat,” Choso’s groaning as you grip him with your gummy walls just fluttering, he can’t even focus on anything but the curve of your ass like this, the way his tip is pressing your cervix, how full his balls are.
Your thighs tremble, hands gripping the blanket, looking back at him all pretty as he splits you open on his cock. “Ch-choso… f-feels so…”
You break off talking when he shoves in hard, pinning you to him and rolling those hips – god Choso could fuck, you didn’t think he couldn’t exactly but you sure didn’t expect that. He slams again harder, pushing your face until your mouth is almost brushing Sukuna’s needy tip, just that has the six foot five man whimpering.
“Fuck… slutty lil brat,” you’d scowl or stick your tongue out but Choso’s hitting it too good, stretching you right out to his shape with messy strokes. Your mouth is open with your gasps, every stroke of Sukuna’s hand on his cock making your tummy clench any more.
“Y-you’re gonna admit you cheat,” you whisper, sucking in a breath when Choso grabs your shoulder and fucks in so deep it hurts. “Ah!”
“Stop fighting,” he whines out when you pulse around him, leaning over you and gripping your chin, turning you to him. “Just cum, lemme feel it milk me.”
Oh fuck.
You kiss him and let him rail you, as Sukuna has to watch the girl he’s jerked off to fuck his roomate – all because he just had to make her mad. He wishes it wasn’t so sexy hearing the skin smacking and your messy cunt squishing with every thrust, already about to bust like a pathetic loser.
“I’m s-sorry, fuck,” he mumbles, you pull back and Choso chuckles, slamming against you again, pushing you to arch more. “All right!? Shit you’re mean.”
“You’re s-sorry, really? Mnh!” He moans and grips your hair, jerking right in front of your face as Choso snaps his hips hard.
“Perfect cunt just gripping me, god jus’ like th-that,” he’s pussy drunk off you, he can’t help but be happy he’s inside and not in your bright pink cuck chair, or jerking it like Sukuna.
Not that he wouldn’t enjoy that too, but he’s been fisting his cock to you since the first day you met.
“M’gonna cum,” you whisper now, looking up at Sukuna and moaning, breath tickling the tip of his cock. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes, god just… can I just… cum on your tongue, fuck – I’ll let you win, n-next time just…”
You suppose you’ll take a little pity on him, opening your mouth with your little pink tongue out, letting Sukuna jerk it even closer, strings of puffy cum splattering all over your tongue, your mouth, your chin. It’s fucking filthy having it all over you as your orgasm hits, making you swallow all him up.
“Want me to cum inside your pretty lil hole?” Choso asks, you’re still swallowing Sukuna’s cum when he brushes it on your lips, stroking it so even more oozes from that little slit and decorates your lips.
You nod and arch, your nails now pressing into Sukuna’s thighs, Choso busting deep inside your cunt and all he can get is his tip grazing your damn tongue, he’s so desperate he’s happy for that. He’s groaning as he watches you get filled by Choso’s cum, your fucked out face and your crossed eyes.
“Wanna be inside next,” he mumbles, pulling back and groaning, your nails pressing into the tattoos on his muscled thighs as you tremble.
You’re flooded with Choso’s warmth, coating all your walls as he pulses, thickening even more, tip dragging on your spot over and over, making you both sensitive. “Took all that, so greedy.”
“Mhm,” you whisper, licking Sukuna’s cum off his thumb when he gathers it from your cheek, off your chin, slipping it in your mouth. “You came so much, Choso…”
“What about me you brat!?”
You grin and give him the tiniest kitten flick of your tongue on his tip, watching him jerk from just that. “I’ll maybe forgive you.”
“Maybe? Tch,” Choso pulls out of you with a messy pop, watching all his cum flood out of your hole, pushing it right out and dripping on your blankets.
“Look at all you took,” he plays with the sticky mess, fingering it right back inside and smirking at Sukuna. “I think she likes me more.”
“She does not, she’s just sadistic,” he’d be lying if he didn’t say that turned him on more. He helps you up on your knees, tilting your chin up and kissing his own cum off you, Choso’s kissing up your neck, as you feel him slipping out of you. “Evil little brat. You liked that dildo.”
“Maybe I’ll let you use it on me,” his brows lower as he glares again, Choso snorts against your neck, tugging you closer.
“Use my own dick on you!?”
“Then you can fuck me. If you’re nice.” You turn and straddle Choso again, kissing his mouth, he flicks his tongue and gathers the little bit of Sukuna’s cum off your mouth, moaning.
“Can I at least finger you, or am I still in trouble?” Sukuna pouts kind of cutely, you admit, so you nod, and let him kneel on the bed, fingering Choso’s cum back inside you.
(18+) hiromi higuruma has a thing for seeing you cry
he tries to pretend he doesn't. he knows it’s fucked up.
after a day of lost cases, spilled coffee, and interns who couldn’t follow basic instructions to save their life, he craves control more than he could ever admit.
when he walks into the apartment, you were already waiting – draped in his t-shirt, giggly, needy, and looking up at him from where you were sprawled on the couch.
he tells himself he’ll be gentle.
but when his thumbs dig into your lower tummy, right where he's buried inside you – you can’t help but shed a tear. his name comes out in some desperate wail as you cream for him.
and there it is.
a small, wrecked sound.
for a minute, he panics. slows down to an unbearable motion.
until that sound turns into a full whimper.
“no– don’t stop!” you beg, still teary. your nails dig into his forearms.
“i’m okay, i promise.”
the grip on your waist tightens, jaw flexing. “d-don’t lie to me,” he murmurs, clearing his throat. “i need you to tell me.”
“please...” you nod profusely, lip caught in your teeth.
“i want this.”
his eyes search yours, mindlessly pressing against your womb. your lower body jolts as you attempt to avoid the warm, tingly feeling building in your core.
“romi..” you whimper, back arching against the cool tile of the kitchen counter.
his gaze flicks to your swollen clit, eyes glazed over as he takes in just how puffy your cunt looks with the lace of your panties pushed to the sides. and he can’t help but thrust deeper into you.
“a-ah! wait– wait, feels s’good,” you babble, tears welling in your eyes. his lips twitch slightly, a breathy chuckle leaving him as you sob.
“too much, princess?” he finishes calmly. you nod frantically as your walls flutter around him. his thumb swipes under your eye, catching the tear before it falls against your cheek.
she said it feels good.
another tear slips down.
i shouldn’t like this.
this is inappropriate.
your voice cracks around his name again.
control yourself.
he breathes slowly.
and then you make the mistake of bringing his thumb to your lips, and sucking softly.
his breath catches in his throat, lips parting slightly. your lips close around his thumb – warm and deliberate – as you swirl your tongue around the tip.
don’t.
your tongue brushes again, the vibration of a whine taunting him.
don’t react.
and with a pop, he pulls his hand back from your mouth.
not roughly.
just enough.
his thumb drags along your bottom lip before he presses it there, smearing the wetness back against you. “you’re testing me,” he murmurs, hand roaming lower before pressing his palm to your throat.
“don’t...” he rasps, slamming into you. filthy wet sounds fill the room as his thrusts deepen. your vision blurs when he readjusts, bullying your cervix with the tip. you can’t help but clamp down around him – so hard he groans.
“fuck, romi… inside p-please..” you gasp, grinding against his hips.
and for a moment, he freezes – trying to comprehend your demand. his breath stalls, debating whether or not you were serious.
he could stop.
he gets one look of your face – glistening from spit and drool – and doesn’t.
“fuck–,” he hisses, eyes glued to the way he twitches inside you. warmth spreads inside you, cream coating the base of his cock as he pulls out slowly. your hole puckers at the unbearable emptiness.
your vision takes a second to clear.
he doesn’t move immediately.
his chest rises slowly.
once.
twice.
the dazed look in your eyes makes his chest tighten.
“hey.”
your eyes focus again, darting between the wetness gathered under you and him.
18+ fratkuna eats out shy!chubby reader during a frat party ❤︎
when you'd come to this frat party with your friends, the last thing you'd expected was to have fratkuna blatantly flirting with you in the dining room — throwing you compliments every which way; lightly grazing his fingers over your body whenever he could; standing so close to you that you could smell his balmy cologne and the alcohol from his breath.
initially you'd thought he was playing some sort of sick joke on you. maybe his frat bros had dared him to do this. to flirt with the poor, podgy girl and get her to think she actually had a chance with a hot guy like sukuna.
"huh? you think i'm fucking with you?," he grunts, raising his eyebrow in disbelief at your vacillation. "you're a catch, doll. you're sexy as fuck."
"you really think that?," you mutter, fluttering your sweet eyes up at him and stepping even closer to him so that now your chest faintly brushes up against his side.
"why would i be here with you if i wasn't interested?"
★
so now you find yourself messily making out with sukuna, his incredibly large body engulfing yours with his strong arms wrapped around your full figure. it sort of makes you giddy at how easy it seems for him to pick you up and throw you on to his bed, clambering on top of you with his lips still latched onto yours.
he begins to trail a line of open-mouthed kisses over the expanse of your body, giving soft squeezes to your plump flesh every now and then. you can hear him groan ever so quietly under his breath as his hands roam over your body, feeling your velvety skin against his rough, calloused hands.
his hand creeps under your skirt, bunching it up around your waist. he presses his fingers to your already dampened panties, a low groan rumbling from his chest. "shit, so wet f'me," he whispers by your ear which makes your cheeks burn and your hands coming up to hide your flustered face.
sukuna hooks his fingers onto the hem of your panties and when you lift your hips up, he quickly removes them, discarding them somewhere across his room. his huge hands spread your thighs apart, staring hungrily at your sweet pussy, running his fingers up and down over your slit and coating it with your juices.
"c'mere," he mutters, slinging your plush thighs over his shoulders, pulling you to the edge of the bed with impeccable ease. you let out a little squeak, not expecting him to be able to move you around like a mere ragdoll — the whole thing just makes your pussy gush.
without giving you any sort of warning, he dives right in, slowly and sensually gliding his fat tongue over your sweet core. your hands tangle themselves in his pink hair, tugging on them as he begins to suckle on your clit, making the most loud and lewd noises as if he's got some point to prove.
he's being so sloppy and dirty with it — spit slobbering down the sides of his mouth as he sucks you, pumping his fingers into you and hitting you right in that delicious sweet spot of yours, and groaning every time your voice gets so adorably high and pitchy. fuck, there's practically hearts in his eyes as he watches you unravel before him.
the way you whimper and moan so cutely, squirming under his touch, and squishing his face in between your plump thighs — he'd never admit it but he feels he could cum at any moment.
"fuck kuna," you mewl, grinding your hips on his now flattened tongue. "i think — aahh~ — think 'm cumming."
"make a mess f'me, pretty girl," he grunts, swirling the tip of his tongue right on your puffy clit and curling his fingers just right, making you scream his name.
you're gushing everywhere in the next few seconds, covering him in your candied juices and he laps up every last drop, not letting you go until he feels satiated. with a loud 'pop', he unlatches his mouth from your core, a smug smirk spread across his lips, glossy with your slick.
sukuna peppers a line of kisses up your thighs all the way to your stomach and then coming up to your lips, giving you a tender kiss where you taste yourself on his own lips. "so," he says in that sexy, sensuous voice. "when can i see you again?"
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