Your boyfriend got you ‘pads and wings’ instead of ‘pads with wings.
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Satoru gojo fluff! hasn't been proofread for corrections
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"Baby? I got your things." Gojo called out as he stepped through the door, pushing it closed with his food and kicking his shoes off.
"In the kitchen!" You called out. You were on day one of your period, and had used the last pad in the box, so obviously you asked your boyfriend to run to the store and get you pads with wings...thats not so hard, right?
WRONG. very very wrong.
Satoru padded into the kitchen and placed himself across from you on the kitchen island. He was holding two bags. One from Walgreens, and the other from.. wing..stop?
"Did you stop for food on the way back?" You muttered in confusion, putting your phone down as he took everything out of their respective bags.
"Yeah! Just like you asked, pads with wings." He grinned, that sweet, lopsided grin that made you forget he was only a man, and men are unfortunately only so smart.
You stared at your boyfriend, then looked down at the pads with no wings, and the chicken wings next to them.
"I asked you for pads with wings, babe."
"That's what I got you, pads..." he said, shaking the small box, "with wings!" he hummed, softly pushing the box of wings and fries toward your person.
You sighed, dumbfounded. You knew you should've sent him a photo of what you needed-- even after he insisted that he'd be fine without.
"You got me pads AND wings, not pads WITH wings, Toru." You snorted. You couldn't be anything but amused. Maybe a bit exasperated, but amused nonetheless.
"Oh," Satoru mumbled, hand reaching up to scratch at his milky strands of hair.
"I suppose I should go back to the store, with a picture this time."
That is the best idea your boyfriend has had all day. And hey, at least you get free wings out of it, even if they would make your cramps go absolutely haywire.
In which Choso Kamo is absolutely yearning for his ex-girlfriend, and apologizes using his cock.
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smut w/ no plot: cowgirl/? praise, apologies
“M’ so sorry baby—sososo sorry, Fuck—“ Choso chokes, tears streaming down his face from how hard your pussy was clenching around him.
Choso came over to apologize, he brought you flowers, made you a giant tin of brownies, and was ready to sit in front of your door, groveling for fucking up so badly.
And well.. he did do that, but he’s also doing this, fucking you so hard that you could barely even reply.
You were riding him, your legs bent up so that Choso could be buried into you all the way down to the hilt of his cock. But, Choso was apologizing, remember? He didn’t want you to do any of the work. His hands were gripping your waist as he bounced you up and down his cock, his hips lifting to thrust up into you.
Choso had never fucked you this hard, he could be dominating, yes. He could be submissive, he was sweet n soft sometimes during sex, even rough during others, but he’d never fucked you this harsh.
It was almost as if he was fucking the apology into you with every word that left his lips, with each thrust.
“I’m so sorry, baby—iloveyousomuch,” he’d babble,
“Fuck i’ll never hurt your feelings ever again—“
“You’re so sweet and so pretty, and I was so stupid—baby fuck I’m sosososo sorry mm—“
You’d already forgiven him the moment he’d shown up at your door with brownies, but you were enjoying the sex too much to tell him that just yet.
You felt so good that Choso could barely stand it, one hand sliding down to rub circles onto your clit, hissing when he felt you clench around his cock.
“Fuck—“
“Cho—“
The two of you choked out Simultaneously, both of your hands clamped down around one of his wrists, using him to keep yourself from crumbling over.
Chosos dick curled to the left a teeny bit, which was enough to hit your g-spot everytime he fucked up into you. Every thrust? You were seeing stars. So when he added the stimulation of your clit to the picture—god, you were fucked.
Every rub of his finger over your nub, every clench of your pussy around his cock had the two of you getting closer to the edge.
“Fuck cho—gonnacum fuck please—“ You whined, pussy starting to clench uncontrollably.
Choso could feel himself about to cum, and tugged you down to press his lips against yours, the hand around his waist coming to wrap around your back, relying on his hips to keep the movement going. His other hand never strayed from your clit, the circling growing harsher.
“Cum with me baby, cmon—Fuck, Good girl, mm— that’s it.” Choso mewled against your lips, fucking the two of you through your orgasms.
His cum spilled from his tip in ropes, filling you even fuller—if that was possible.
When both of you finally came down from your high, you whispered against his lips.
“Forgave you the second you showed up at my door—also fuck me like that again sometime, please.”
In which Choso Kamo, your tattooed bf eats you out.
- smut with no plot, faceriding, tonguepiercingchoso!
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Your favorite thing about your boyfriend wasn’t his sweet demeanor, it wasn’t his thoughtfulness…Okay, maybe those were your favorite things about Choso..
But the very first thing you noticed about him were his many tattoos. Two whole sleeves, one completely blacked out, and the other just inked with tattoos of various meanings. He sports a few hand tattoos, his right hand more inked than the other. Choso has large black and white back piece of a dragon in the Japanese tattoo style, and not to mention, the most noticeable one, a solid black line that travels across his nose.
Your boyfriend currently has you riding his face, one hand clamped down on your thigh, the other gripping your hip. His inky black hair was down, stopping you from the view of his pretty face as he eats you out.
Chosos entire mouth is clamped over your pussy, the warmth of his mouth making a small hum leave your lips. His nose is pressed up against the flat part of your pelvis, and his tongue a continuous pressure on your clit as he draaags you back n’ forth over his open mouth. The cool metal of his tongue piercing makes you jolt everytime it hits the right spot—which Choso loves.
“So—mm—so good baby, she always tastes so sweet.” Choso mumbles, not even bothering to lift his head to speak to you properly.
Choso is relentless, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good. One hand falls from your thigh, slithering down to ease two of his inked fingers into your hole. The added pressure makes your hands find his hair immediately, gripping tight.
The pull on his scalp makes a low groan leave Chosos mouth, the vibration making you shudder.
“Fuck—Cho-“ You whine, your hips rocking to match the rhythm of the pull and push with his hand. Two fingers become three, and his tongue flicking over your clit turns into a continuous suck, which soon become too much for you.
“Fuckfuckfuck—“ You swear, hips grinding down faster as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax—in which, Choso completely stops his ministrations, causing you to whine at the loss of sensation.
In which Choso Kamo, your tattooed bf eats you out.
- smut with no plot, faceriding, tonguepiercingchoso!
banners by @/kthice & @/pixopix
Your favorite thing about your boyfriend wasn’t his sweet demeanor, it wasn’t his thoughtfulness…Okay, maybe those were your favorite things about Choso..
But the very first thing you noticed about him were his many tattoos. Two whole sleeves, one completely blacked out, and the other just inked with tattoos of various meanings. He sports a few hand tattoos, his right hand more inked than the other. Choso has large black and white back piece of a dragon in the Japanese tattoo style, and not to mention, the most noticeable one, a solid black line that travels across his nose.
Your boyfriend currently has you riding his face, one hand clamped down on your thigh, the other gripping your hip. His inky black hair was down, stopping you from the view of his pretty face as he eats you out.
Chosos entire mouth is clamped over your pussy, the warmth of his mouth making a small hum leave your lips. His nose is pressed up against the flat part of your pelvis, and his tongue a continuous pressure on your clit as he draaags you back n’ forth over his open mouth. The cool metal of his tongue piercing makes you jolt everytime it hits the right spot—which Choso loves.
“So—mm—so good baby, she always tastes so sweet.” Choso mumbles, not even bothering to lift his head to speak to you properly.
Choso is relentless, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good. One hand falls from your thigh, slithering down to ease two of his inked fingers into your hole. The added pressure makes your hands find his hair immediately, gripping tight.
The pull on his scalp makes a low groan leave Chosos mouth, the vibration making you shudder.
“Fuck—Cho-“ You whine, your hips rocking to match the rhythm of the pull and push with his hand. Two fingers become three, and his tongue flicking over your clit turns into a continuous suck, which soon become too much for you.
“Fuckfuckfuck—“ You swear, hips grinding down faster as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax—in which, Choso completely stops his ministrations, causing you to whine at the loss of sensation.
▶︎︎ SCREAM VI (starring . ghostface! geto, gojo, & choso)
synopsis . In which your ‘killers’ soon realize you’re not stuck with them but they’re stuck with you…
content . afab!reader, three/foursome, squirting, non-curse au, oral sex, established relationship, reader gets kinda passed around, men teasing one another, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationship, fear play, lowk feral reader, cuck!Geto, rough sex, praise, overstim, degrading, tw: spitting, pet names, filth (cùm eating), pussy slapping, teasing, chojo sneak bc i cant help it, a hint of knife play, etc.
word count . 9.6k || author’s note: in honor of the new scream movie coming out tmr i thought i’d go ahead and repost this from kamitv—if it looks familiar, that’s why. banner art by the lovely @/aransmind!!
“You want me to wear that and chase you around the estate?”
“Yeah, and when you find me…”
“I fuck you instead of killing you.”
“Mhm!” You hum cheerfully to your rather concerned boyfriend whose lap you’re currently sitting on.
Those dark raven strands of hair framing his gorgeous face sway with the light tip of his head to the side as his naturally slim eyes narrow at your overly excited expression, “And I’m doing this, why?” Geto questions.
You let out a giggle, which only confuses him even more. “Because Scream is my favorite franchise and Ghostface is hot… Duh.”
It’s as if the man only falls for you more and more every day. Geto’s been with you for roughly two years now and yet you’ve never revealed this sudden… mask kink you clearly have. He likes the Scream franchise just as much as you do and the idea of chasing you around and eventually fucking you in costume definitely excites him.
So there you are; sitting in his lap and pouting, steadily snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself in close before you plant a chaste little kiss on his lips.
“C’mon Sugu, I know you’ve thought about it before,” You point out to him in a low purr as your lips depart from his.
The hands that’d been calmly resting on your hips suddenly grow intrigued as they slide up to your waist and give you a soft squeeze, “I really haven’t.” He admits honestly. You can see it all in his eyes that he silently agreed to this the moment you brought out that stupid mask.
At his soft admission, a gleaming smile spreads across your face, “Okayy, well you are now… So is that a yes or what?”
He pretends to think for only a moment longer, glancing off to the side in faux thought before landing those pretty lilac irises back onto you, “Yeah, sure. Tomorrow's Halloween so, we can do it then.” Geto tells you.
And that was all it took.
Halloween night was here before you even had time to fully prepare for it. The entire day you weren’t able to stop thinking about the moment Geto would walk through the front door, dressed in all black with that overly attractive ghostface mask cloaking his equally beautiful face.
Your heart was racing in anticipation as the sun began to set outside and the clock ticked closer and closer toward the time of which he would return home from work. You knew he’d be there no more than thirty minutes after and all you could do was wonder how this all would go down.
Clad in only one of his oversized white t-shirts, you distracted yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you awaited the moment he’d get home. Any second now and you’d hear that lovely security chime go off—
You jump a little in your bed when your thought is cut off by an incoming unknown number. If you weren’t buzzing with excitement before, you damn sure are now because it’s clear your boyfriend is going out of his way to play into this with you. There are practically small hearts in your eyes as you tap that enticing green button on your screen to answer the phone.
Biting back a smile, you’re quick to bring the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”
An almost low-quality distortion to the person’s voice is instantly recognized by you—it wasn’t Suguru’s voice at all, it was that infamous voice changer that spoke to you. “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” A man asks, and you know this line all too well.
Hell, you know the entire dialogue. This is exactly why you sit up in your bed and hold back that smile of yours like your life depended on it. Tilting your head into the phone, you glance around your bedroom, “Who is this?”
“You tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine,” The ‘mystery’ man continues.
You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from giggling right then and there. Your dark little fantasy was becoming true right before your very eyes and it had a sliver of excitement slipping down your spine. Sliding out from your bed, you take small steps toward the nearby window and glance outside.
Scoffing softly, “I don’t think so.” You quote, straight from the first Scream. You’ve seen the movie enough times to recite the whole thing word for word, even his lines.
It’s a bit off-script how things go from here on out but, that’s the goal.
“Aw, you’re no fun.” He purrs. Even with that damn voice changer, you’d recognize that purr any day. You know this is your boyfriend and that only has your body heating up with each passing second.
Now you’re left to improv a bit. “Think so?” You reply as you pull your bedroom curtains closed and turn away from the window.
“Oh I know so, sweetheart. It’s Halloween night and you’re doing nothing to celebrate.” The man on your phone points out.
You’re walking out of your room now and taking a careful peek into the dimmed hallway. “And that makes me not fun? What am I supposed to do to celebrate Halloween aside from dressing up and maybe handing out some candy?”
He chuckles. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure something else out.”
“Let me guess,” Your brows raise a little, “I should be watching scary movies?”
“That depends. You like scary movies?” There you are, right back onto the script.
“Uhuh,” You hum in response with a slight nod as if he could see you.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” And there it is, infamous line one of many. You nearly let out a dreamy sigh knowing that it’s nothing but your boyfriend on the other end.
Allowing yourself to smile this time, you trek down your hallway and towards the staircase. “Uhhh, I dunno,” Of course you know, but where’s the fun in saying it so soon?
“You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?” Every scratchy distorted-pitched word that pours from the man’s mouth has anticipation bubbling within you.
You sigh. “Uhmm, Halloween!” As you recall that answer straight from the movie, you turn to your staircase and allow your eyes to scan the first floor of your home.
Most of the lights are on so it’s not too dark or anything but you really are curious whether or not Geto has made his way inside already.
“Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?” You quote flawlessly yet again. You’re such a fanatic for the Scream franchise that you’re loving every single second of this.
“Yeahh,” He purrs again, making your heart involuntarily flutter.
You begin to slowly descend down the flight of stairs, “What’s yours?”
“Guess.” He orders on the other end.
Pausing halfway down, you glance over to your kitchen. The light is still on and everything is exactly the way you left it. “Uhm, Nightmare on Elm Street?” You soon reply.
“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?” The way your boyfriend knows every word to this just as well as you do makes your stomach churn in affection just a bit.
Your voice turns enthusiastic and you continue your steps down, “Yeah! Freddy Kruger.”
“Freddy, that’s right.” He continues, “I like that movie—it was scary.”
“Well the first one was but the rest sucked.” You’re downstairs now, looking around at the way all the blinds in your home are open. Did you leave them like that for this exact reason? You don’t remember.
“Mhm,” ‘Mystery’ man hums and you swear you can picture the smirk on his face as he utters the next infamous line. “Soo, you got a boyfriend?”
You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second before smiling, “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” Now you’re making a right to enter your living room, heading toward your couch placed in the center.
“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks again.
You pause for a second. This literally is your boyfriend so, surely he wants you to play into this question, right?
“No.” You chirp simply.
You can hear the smile on his face even through that stupidly attractive voice changer, “You never told me your name.”
You know what comes after this and you can’t help but begin to look around as you plop down on your couch, “Why do you wanna know my name?”
It’s silent over the phone for a long couple of seconds
“Cause’ we wanna know who we’re looking at.”
Your heart surprisingly sinks as those words hit your ears. We? That’s not… how that scene goes. He was supposed to say that he wants to know who he’s looking at. There’s no we? Where the hell did he even get that from??
For the first time since you picked up this damn phone and started this whole thing, you’re actually a bit nervous. Chuckling loosely, you try to play it off as your eyes glance around your living room, “What do you mean, ‘we’?”
There’s a shuffling over the phone for just a moment. Then, you hear that distorted voice again, but the pitch is slightly different. “C’mon, princess. You’ve seen the movies, you should know by now that there’s hardly ever only one killer.” The man says.
Eyes all over every corner of the house, heart thumping slightly in your chest, you can feel your anxiety rising within. “I… I don’t understand.” You murmur softly.
And then… all the lights go out with a loud noise coming from somewhere outside. If you weren’t shaking in fear before, you damn sure are now. Your eyes go even wider and you move to put your phone on speaker, clicking your flashlight on right after.
“S-Suguru, this isn’t funny! I like the movies ‘nd all but I’m not the biggest fan of being scared, you know that.” The person(s) on the phone can hear the clear trembling in your voice as you stand up and point your flashlight to whatever area your eyes land on, searching for any signs of anyone.
There’s a snicker over the line. “Oh but this iss funny, sweets.” The tone changed again—it’s still distorted in that famous Ghostface pitch, but it’s not Suguru nor the person who’d said something before. “You look sooo scared right now.”
Aw hell, that lets you know he (or they) can see you right now. Which is just great considering you can’t see shit aside from darkness and the few areas of your house that your light lands on. You’re scared to leave the living room but… you’re also terrified of staying right where you are. You don’t know how many Ghostface’s are in your house right now and you don’t know what the hell Suguru has planned for you tonight.
“Stop playing around! Turn the lights back on and quit this scary shit, Suguru.” You huff out into the call, taking one step to your right and hearing the floor creak below your foot.
The house is eerily quiet—which is ridiculously concerning considering how he-, they can see you but you can’t see them at the moment. How the hell are they talking to you without you hearing them? They are in your house now, right??
“You said you wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, baby.” The voice returns, as does that natural purr, letting you know it’s Geto talking once more. “You never said how many…”
You slowly walk around your couch and shift your flashlight toward the blinds, trying to get a look outside your windows. “Are you serious? That sounds insane. How many of you are there?!” Your gaze flicks toward the nearby staircase and you only scare yourself as your eyes get lost in the darkness of your home.
Geto’s still talking, “Including me, there’s three of us. How does that sound, hm? I’m obviously not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to but, you do know who we all are.”
You swallow thickly. “Do I?” This time your words leave in a whisper and you swear you hear a shuffling coming from upstairs.
Lord knows you’re scared out of your mind right now. But, it is comforting to know that whatever this is, your boyfriend is in control of it all. You trust him more than anything, so there’s no real reason to be scared… right?
“Mhm. So how ‘bout we play a game?” Your boyfriend requests, and the sound of him smiling again is heard through his tone.
You stop walking entirely and your eyes are fixated upstairs as you flash your light up there. “Okay Jigsaw.” You snort, “What… What kind of game, huh?”
He sighs, almost sounding as though he were sitting back against something. “The one you and I were going to play. Y’know, you run around ‘n hide but if I find you, I fuck you. Let’s continue that but… with two others.”
“Suguru, you’re gonna let two other guys fuck me?” You’re beyond baffled by this whole thing. Never in a million years would you have expected this from your boyfriend. This is the same man who got mad a while ago for the way some guy who was all flirty with you at a restaurant…
Geto hums deeply, “S’long as you’re okay with it and they find you before I do, yeahh.”
“I didn’t know you were into that…” You reply, moving a hand to tug his shirt further down your body. Knowing that there was more than just him in the area right now made you a bit self-conscious.
“Didn’t know you were into masks but the Ghostface thing really does it for ya’, huh?” Suguru snaps back with that sass you know and love.
“I mean…” You shrug, “Yeah.”
“Right. So then, the game is simple. You try to hide and whoever finds you first; fucks you.”
“That’s it?”
“Oh, nooo. There’s more to this baby…” You swear you hear a creak upstairs—coming from somewhere down the left end of the hallway. It gives you the chills as Geto continues. “See, I know how loud you are when you cum so… tonight, I want you to be nice and quiet.”
You gulp, “What happens if I’m not?”
“Another one of us will find you.”
“Oh—“
“…And join in.” He steadily adds on with an amused smile on his face that you obviously can’t see right now.
Your heart races at the thought alone. “Oh.”
Just for extra consent, Geto tilts his head against the phone, “That alright with you?”
“Yes… but, wait do I still have to be quiet even if there ends up being two of you guys fucking me…?” You lean to the side a bit and aim your light toward the direction you heard the creak, spotting no one and no signs of life whatsoever.
“Yep.” Geto replies with a teasing pop of the ‘p’.
“But—“
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do fine. After all,” The voice changer clicks off and Suguru’s tone is nice and clear with you, “Y’know whose cock you’re supposed t’get loud on.”
You feel yourself throb at the sound of his voice without that stupid filter, puffing out a little sigh in reaction to his lewd words.
“Oh, and by the way…”
“Huh?”
The voice changer clicks on one last time and he chuckles. “They’re already in the house.”
——
Okay, you knew Halloween was one of Suguru’s favorite holidays but shit you didn’t expect him to go all out like this.
Not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces in your home searching for you right now? You’re lucky the house is big and there are plenty of places to hide but fuck is your anxiety through the goddamn roof as you sit in the empty tub of your first-floor bathroom. The door is shut but not locked and you’ve got the tub curtain pulled closed, just in case one of them does happen to stroll in.
Obviously, this wasn’t the best hiding spot in the world but you wanted them to eventually find you. You were scared in the beginning because of how unexpected this was but now you’re just as excited as you were when you first received that infamous phone call and recited all the lines with your boyfriend.
As soon as the call had ended, you clicked your flashlight off and snuck around in search of a hiding place—which is roughly how you ended up where you are now…
Now you’re left wondering who would find you first. Well, that and who the hell is under two of those masks. You suspect one of them is Gojo Satoru since that’s your boyfriend’s best friend but the other guy… you’re not too sure. Geto said you knew him but that still doesn’t help much.
Your boyfriend has a lot of friends that you know. Which one does he trust enough to let them have their way with you??
After maybe fifteen minutes of sitting in the tub, you start hearing someone outside the bathroom door. Footsteps shuffle by and you can tell the person went off into your kitchen. Then you hear the sounds of doors and cabinets opening, all of which make your breath hitch.
It’s so nerve-wracking and exciting waiting for someone to swing open the bathroom door. The footsteps soon pass it again and you let out the faintest sigh.
…Only to hear those steps halt not too far off from the door. Then, they turn and your body stiffens up entirely as each thump against the hardwood floor draws closer and closer to the door. You can’t see it because of the shower curtains but, there’s a shadow at the bathroom door.
Then you hear a small clinking sound, followed by a very soft… thump? Almost as if someone were leaning against the bathroom door to listen.
It was so scarily exciting that you had to move a hand over your mouth to keep yourself as silent as possible. After which, it’s all so very motionless.
There’s no sound, safe for someone walking around upstairs, and you just know someone’s outside the bathroom door right now. Your heart sinks into your ass the moment you hear that doorknob turning torturously slow until it’s lightly pushed open.
Then, there are but two soft steps taken inside and you don’t hear it but the door is closed behind whoever just entered.
They could be coming in to just use the bathroom… riiiight?
That’s extremely naive of you to think but a girl can only hope. Another step is taken deeper into the bathroom and that soft clinking sound you heard before is getting louder. It’s faint, almost like… jewelry or… necklaces slapping against one another gently. Jewelry… Necklaces… Which one of Geto’s friends do you know wears a lot of jewelry...? C’mon, think.
Necklaces… rings maybe… piercings—
The very second it clicks in your brain who this might be, you practically flinch right out of your skin as you spot a knife slowly moving to slide the bathtub curtain open. As the curtain is pulled open, you’re met with the tilted head of someone in a Ghostface costume.
Your eyes are all wide on them and you genuinely have no idea where on your body this guy is looking but the mask is actually quite scary when it’s all dark and neither of you is making any sudden movements.
His head slowly angles to the opposing direction, just like Ghostface often does in the movies, and you gulp loudly. The curtain is pinned to the wall by the knife in his hand and you think you’re sweating.
“Scared?” His voice is deep. Familiarly deep. It quickly confirms your suspicions of who’s face may be lying beneath that iconic mask.
With your eyes all frantic along what’s covering his face, noticing the bits of blood and cracks decorating it, you swallow thickly yet again. “Choso?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper and the air feels so heavy with tension.
His hand moves away from the wall and the knife, which you hope is fake, is placed on the edge of the tub with a soft tapping noise emitting into the still air. Then he takes that same hand and lifts it to pull his mask up to the right side of his face, revealing his expression to you as he crouches down to your eye level. You quickly feel your fear die off and it’s replaced with… something else as you study his face. There’s fake blood splattered on his skin, makeup extending the tattoo along the bridge of his nose, and piercings that stand out against his facial features.
“The tub, really?” He whispers to you, chuckling softly and flashing this kind smile at you that makes you feel overly warm inside. “S’this the best you could do? Y’know if I was a real killer you’d be dead right now, right?” Choso teases, all of his words kept in a low voice.
You roll your eyes and shift against the cold tub flooring, “I wouldn’t have hid in here if you guys were real killers, I’m not dumb.”
His lips curve into this sexy yet lazy smirk and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. You had a thing for Choso way back before you started dating Geto and it seems as though your body hasn’t forgotten why. “Yeahh?” Choso chastises with another tilt of his head, “Think you would be the final girl?”
Leaning forward a bit, you nod. “No, I know I would.”
Choso lets out a hum before biting his lower lip for a moment. Then, he lets it fall from in between his teeth and you think you’re in a trance. “Oh she’s cocky, huh?” He teases.
You smile at him and then push up to stand on your knees. Leaning all the way forward, you slowly reach for the knife and take it into your hands. Then you move to hold the tip of it right underneath his jaw and the sound of his breath hitching hits your ears just right.
You openly stare at his lips and watch the way his smirk slowly transcends into a full cocky smile. “Y’know that’s not fake, right?” Choso hushes out to you.
The knife is carefully caressing his skin as you trace it up slightly to his chin, “It’s not?” You ask innocently, placing your free hand on the edge of the tub and watching how he slowly moves to sit on his knees so that he’s looking up at you.
His face is all pretty from this angle, big brown doe-eyes batting up at you so softly, such a pretty face of dark innocence presented before you. Who’s really the ‘victim’ here—you or him?
“Nah,” Choso whispers, “That’s a real knife.”
“Why would you carry around a real knife?” You ask in an equally soft tone as your brows twist up in confusion.
He shrugs. “Honestly, I was gonna ask if you were into a bit of knife play…”
His words make your mind stray away from the situation at hand. Your imagination is quick to push out ideas and all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred with this knife of his had you not looked so scared when he first saw you…
“Are you?” The question in return makes Choso’s gaze flicker into something way more lustful than it was moments before.
He scoffs, “Am I? Why would I ask you about it if I wasn’t.”
“So… What, you wanna cut my clothes off of somethin’?” You ask carefully, steadily slipping the tip of the knife along his jawline.
Choso just barely nods his head in response.
“Y’know it’s funny you say that and yet you’re the one on your knees with a knife held up to your chin right now.” You point out with an all-knowing grin plastered all over your face.
Choso bites back a laugh. It’s cute that you think you have the upper hand here. “You and I both know that could easily change in a matter of seconds.” He claims.
And y’know, maybe it’s because you found yourself turned on by this whole game or maybe it’s simply because you wanted to fuck Choso but either way—you do not shy away from testing that theory. All you said was a simple ‘prove it’ and you found yourself in quite the position moments later.
It was one thing that Choso managed to easily gain a hold of the knife once more but it was another thing entirely that he was able to swiftly and quietly get you out of the tub and into his arms. All without even so much as grazing you with that sharp weapon too.
It was almost impressive, in all honesty.
Somewhere in the mix of all that, he ends up placing the knife down and soon has you sitting on the bathroom counter. Well, had you sitting on the bathroom counter—it quickly becomes a lot more than simply that.
Choso used that lil’ knife of his to cut down the center of your (Geto’s) shirt and was quick to have you all exposed to his overly greedy eyes. You were wearing nothing more than this lacy black set beneath that oversized shirt so it wasn’t much to get you unclothed.
One second he was cutting your shirt open and the next his lips were on yours. Then his pierced tongue was in your mouth and your arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to you and feeling his hard cock poking you through the thick layers of black clothes between you and him.
Which is exactly what led to the way you are currently.
Choso now has your legs spread wide open for him and his clothes are hardly even off, safe for the black cloak-like jacket that slipped off of his shoulders and the way his pants have been tugged down. He’s got on this black compression shirt and you spot the layered chains/necklaces hanging from around his throat that you heard earlier. Now leaning back slightly against the mirror behind you with your eyes set down between the two of you, you’re left watching the mean slap of Choso’s leaky cockhead against your clit.
“Cho,” You whispered out pleadingly. He’d been doing this for the longest—tapping his thick cock against your clit and then rubbing it from side to side against you, feeling the way you leak onto the counter below and hearing those faint whines escaping your throat.
Then he has the nerve to have the sluttiest expression on his half-revealed face, eyes all low-lidded and glued to your exposed pussy, bottom lip locked in between his teeth as he holds back his own breathy sounds of pleasure, and brows all tense as if he’s not the one torturing the two of you like this. “Shiiiit,” Choso rasps out, sliding his cock down slowly and pressing his fat tip against your weeping hole. “Suguru was right, this pussy is s’fuckin’ loud ‘n messy…” He breathes.
Your lips are all parted and all you can do is pant softly as he lifts his tip away and then slaps it against your cunt again, listening to the shlick tapping sound that comes from your sex.
Almost in a daze, he glides his cock up and down your wet folds, “Look at herrr,” Choso purrs, “All wet f’me. Can’t believe he’s lettin’ us fuck you.” His hips push forward a bit and you feel the way his heavy shaft glides against your cunt instead of inside like you so desperately want him to.
You have to suppress the needy whine that threatens to escape your throat, holding one hand slightly over your mouth. “Choso, please.” You whisper beneath your palm.
He pulls his hips back and angles his tip back down to your entrance, pushing forward ever so slightly and teasing that tight ring of muscle, not trying to really push himself into you at all. “What is it, princess?” Choso taunts, smirking as he lifts his eyes up to your face, “Want me to fuck you?”
You throb at his words, nodding as if a second longer would have you pronounced dead. “Please,” You whine, trying your best to wiggle your hips forward.
Choso leans forward and moves his lips right up your ear, his breath all warm and tickly against your skin. “Yeah? Y’want my cock inside you that badly?” He says with another faint push of his hips. Every word that leaves his lips has you dripping all over him.
It’s not until you move your hand away from your mouth and place it on the counter space behind you, and whisper, “Yes Choso, just put it all the way in already, I’m losing my fuckin’ m-mind…” Your last word leaves a little shaky due to the way he suddenly moves a hand over your lips.
Pressing his palm against your mouth, you grow confused until you look over to the bottom of the bathroom door and see a shadow moving by. Yet another Ghostface was nearby.
Choso, not yet wanting to ruin his alone time with you, presses his lips further against your ear, and his other hand grips your thigh tightly. “M’not ready t’share you yet so, be really fuckin’ quiet f’me, alright?” His warning confused you for half a second before you felt him roll his hips forward with a sharp snap at the end, stuffing you full with every hard inch of his cock in one go.
Your eyes tear up and your mouth hangs open under his hand, a strangled moan escaping your throat. Choso’s dick is so stupidly big, reminding you of your boyfriend in more ways than one. Unlike Geto though, Choso’s got this ruthless right curve and just drags against your sweet spot with every small movement he makes, the rest of his cock felt throbbing and twitching wildly against your sodden walls.
He lets out a choked grunt against your ear and you can feel him humping his cock deeper inside you with these small maddening little thrusts. “Does he even fuck you? S-Shiiit…” Choso lets his thoughts be vocalized against the crown of your ear and you only squeeze around his girthy shaft. “S’fuckin’ tight.. God-, fu-uck…” His voice has this pretty lil’ crack at the end that makes you soak his cock even more, sloppy juices leaking all out from where the two of you are connected.
Choso has to tug his hips back a bit and he completely forgets that he recently heard someone walking by the bathroom as he mindlessly thrusts right back into you. Your eyes meet the back of your skull and you groan into his palm. The wet gurgles and squelches from your pussy are what draws attention to the bathroom, if any.
Which is something you can’t even control, especially not with the way Choso goes from short grunts in your ear to moaning delightedly against your skin and fucking his thick cock into your sinfully warm cunt. Deep and almost passionate strokes are made into you and he can’t help but rid his hand from your mouth at some point. Moving it back to your thighs, he sprawls your legs out even wider so his cock can dig deeper into you.
With your jaw still hanging open, the sounds of him fucking you against the counter slowly grow louder and louder. You’re trying not to moan but it’s so hard with him—Choso knows how to use his cock all too well and his eyes are studying your face so he knows where exactly he should be thrusting. Just the slightest shift of his hips causes drool to leak from the corner of your lips and that makes him flash this fucked-out little smile.
Choso leans up closer and his body sandwiches against yours for a moment. You swear you can feel his angry cockhead prodding at your guts because fuck is he in there deep. Not to mention how orgasmic it is to feel him drag his pierced tongue against your chin, lapping up the mess of drool from your face before shoving the muscle into your mouth and forcing you to suck on it.
That leaves your moaning drowned out for a bit and Choso takes the opportunity to pound himself into you like a damn madman. Your legs quickly begin to feel like jello in his hands and you couldn’t even focus on sucking on his tongue anymore. Then, he pulls his mouth away, just barely, and the two of you are staring deep into each other’s eyes as his pace gets faster. His hips are so sharp against you and you can feel his weighty balls slapping against your ass with every mean and pronounced thrust.
Your breath mingles with one another and you’re both so fucked out that you don’t even realize you’re a lot louder now until you spot the bathroom door cracking open in your peripherals. It barely makes a sound as it’s pushed open slightly and all you see is yet another person wearing a Ghostface mask—the sight alone and the clear eye contact you make with them leading straight to your orgasm.
The second Ghostface stands motionless, doing nothing more than watching the blissful way your eyes lull to the back of your head and you release this sweet moan of Choso’s name. Choso, oblivious to being watched right now, is so close to emptying himself inside you.
“F-Fuck,” He huffs, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling for a moment. “So tight… I’m gonna c-cum if you keep squeezin’ me like that.” His voice fluctuates here and there but by the time your eyes roll back into place, the bathroom door is shut and that second Ghostface is now standing right behind Choso.
You flinch and Choso chokes out a grunt at how tightly you just clenched around his cock. The second Ghostface is slow to lift his mask up a bit, only revealing his mouth with this recognizable snake bite piercing that has your cunt gripping onto Choso even tighter. Then, the man leans to Choso’s ear and practically scares him into cumming inside you.
“What do we have here, hm?” Gojo whispers, making Choso’s hips stutter against you. He then reaches a gloved hand around Choso and your neglected clit is met with his thumb swatting over it, “Can’t believe you found her first. S’not fair…” Gojo hums softly with a slight pout.
You have this dumbfounded look all over your face and you may be fucked out of your mind but you swear Choso’s cock is almost harder inside you. The two of you curse in unison as Gojo rotates his thumb against your clit in a sensual circle motion, making you clench again and Choso rolls his gaze back—only the whites of his eyes visible to you.
“K-Keep rubbin’ her like that,” Choso pants with a soft moan. “She’s so fucking tight… I’m gonna die in here, s-shit.” He curses dramatically.
Gojo flicks his thumb upwards against your clit with a nasty trickle of your slick oozing out onto Choso’s cock. “You’re not gonna die, Cho,” He says in a chastising tone with a smile on his face, taking his free hand to pull his mask further up so that you can see his eyes.
You watch the way Gojo looks over Choso’s shoulder and stares at Choso’s lengthy cock disappearing in and out of your slobbering pussy. Gojo feels his own dick throb against his pants, pressing himself a bit closer to Choso and moving to talk into his ear. “I mean look at her,” Gojo directs, leading to Choso focusing his hazy gaze onto your face. “You’re already fucking her to tears, you’re not gonna die, heh. You’re fuckin’ her good.”
That last praise is what causes Choso to slump forward against you and roll his hips harshly against you—followed by which is a thick spurt of cum as he finishes inside you with a broken groan pouring from his lips. All as Gojo keeps his thumb on your clit, despite his hand getting squished in between you and Choso’s body.
Then Gojo smirks and leans in toward Choso again, “There ya’ go, good boy. Let it all out inside her. Jus’ like that…”
You don’t think you’ve ever been this… ruined before in your life. Watching Gojo tease and praise Choso like that while you were still being fucked and your clit was being stimulated led to you abruptly squirting. Choso’s cock slips right out of you and Gojo removes his hand just so that both of them could watch you let out that filthy lil’ stream.
Choso’s completely out of it as he watches your pussy spasm wildly. “Holy…” He whispers, hardly able to finish the rest of his statement.
Gojo clicks his tongue, “Suguru didn’t tell us you were a squirter. Or, has he never made you do that before?” He asks, slowly lifting his eyes up to your face.
You look like you’re about to pass out, your body all sweaty as you lean back against the mirror again and pant heavily. “He… hah, f-fuck, h-he has.” You squeak out softly.
Gojo hums before looking back down, allowing Choso to step (stumble) back slightly past him so he can catch his breath. Then, once Choso is completely out of the way and the space between your legs is left vacant—Gojo lets out an alarming chuckle.
He watches the way Choso’s cum dribbles out of your overstimulated cunt, glob after glob leaking out so prettily that Gojo can’t help but crouch down to get a closer look. Your eyes lazily follow his snowy head of hair and watch as his face is repositioned in between your spread legs. He moves his gloved thumb to your pussy lips and sloshes that mix of you and Choso’s cum around against you.
Then, Gojo flicks his gaze up to you and you gulp. He looks you dead in the eyes before spreading your lips further apart with his thumb and leaning forward. Your jaw drops in shock as Gojo cups his mouth against your pussy and suckles the mess from Choso into his mouth.
You whine, “S-Satoru—oh, w-wait,” You’re left gasping as you shoot a hand down to his hair and grip him tightly.
Gojo groans deeply and you feel his tongue lap against your saturated cunt leisurely. Moving up and down in a sloppy filthy manner, your legs are trembling while Gojo cleans you up casually.
Choso’s sitting on the nearby toilet seat now, batting his lashes at Gojos actions in shock. “Satoru you… you know I just—“
“Mhmm,” Gojo mumbles into your pussy, pulling his lips back just barely to allow a cool slap of air to hit you. Then, he swallows. “You both taste really,” Gojo leans back in to kiss your cunt, “Mmph… fuckin’ sweet.” He murmurs against you before slithering his tongue inside you.
Your back arches and your legs move to close around his head as your fingers tug desperately on his locks of hair. “S’toru,” You mumble, “Fuck. Please… mgh, n-needa’ break. I-I can’t—“
Gojo tilts his head and smiles into your honeyed slick, “Sweetheart,” He rasps against you, suckling on your taste for a moment longer before pulling off with a wet pop! “I jus’ got here ‘n you want a break from me already?” He says, pushing out his bottom lip to pout. “That’s so mean.”
Before you even get the chance to argue with that, he’s diving right back in and eating you out like a man staved. Sucking, licking, kissing, spitting—Gojo’s between your legs in some kind of trance as he drools all over his current meal. He’s such a messy eater too, his actions quickly leading to the lower half of his face being coated with remnants of you.
After a bit, Choso seems to have collected himself and he’s soon standing up. His pants have been hastily pulled up and you’re too lost in the overstimulation Gojo’s giving you to realize Choso is approaching you too. When your eyes lift, you see Choso with his Ghostface mask back over his face and his phone held in his right hand.
Cocking his head to the side, he looms closer to Gojo and sneaks a, now gloved, hand into his bright white tufts of hair, prying his mouth away from your cunt with a harsh tug. You watch with teary eyes as Choso holds his phone up to Gojo’s face, and hums out a low, “Smile.” With the voice changer turned on.
Gojo sparks a toothy grin and his expression is all high in pleasure. He looks faded out of his mind, simply off of eating you out alone. The flash from Choso’s phone lights up the bathroom and within the picture he just took, only your legs are visible dangling over Gojo’s shoulders. They’d just recreated that infamous photo you see around this time of year all over your socials. Usually, the victim would be laid out stomach first on the floor and Ghostface would tug their head up by their hair but, this definitely works too.
“Atta’ boy,” Choso praises after he’s taken the desired amount of pictures.
Gojo looks up to you and he’s pretty sure he can see little hearts in your eyes as you glance back and forth between him and Choso. “You don’t mind, do ya’? We wanna have somethin’ to remember this by,” He tells you.
You simply shake your head no and both of the men in front of you smile. Choso then nods his head a little before using his grasp on Gojo’s hair to shove him back down in between your legs—earning a surprised hum from your throat and a muffled groan from Gojo’s.
Despite the little Surprise, Gojo gets back to work with his mouth and you end up leaning forward a bit in surprise. Choso moves over to the side a bit and he feels you drop a hand to Gojo’s head to give him a light push away so he can ease up on you. In contrast to this, Choso steals your attention by wrapping a free hand of his around your throat. Your eyes shoot up to him and you’re met with the eyes of Ghostface since he’s got the mask back on.
Purposefully, he does that head tilt again. So slowly does it tip to the side as Gojo’s teeth graze your clit, causing you to let out a pleasureful yelp. “Fuck!” You gasp, to which Choso removes his hand from Gojo’s hair.
Creeping up along your body, Choso grabs a greedy handful of your breast before leaning in. “That was loud, princess. You’re gonna get us all caught,” He snickers to you.
Your bottom lip quivers and you think the sight of it makes Choso feel bad. He takes his hand off of your tits for just a second to pull his mask up and then returns his gasp. Both of you have the same idea in mind but it’s you that reaches for him this time, tugging him in so that his lips can meet yours again.
And then it’s just sloppy from there on out. Anyone with ears could walk past that bathroom, or anywhere down stairs for that matter, and hear the sliding of lips over one another followed by gurgled gasps and barely muffed goans. Choso’s making out with you while he plays with your tits in his hands and Gojo’s still lost in between your legs.
Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and your head is beginning to spin from how good you feel everywhere. It only gets worse when the two start muttering praises out to you.
Dragging his lips down to your chest, Choso hushes out these elated whispers, “C’mon pretty girl, don’t tap out on us jus’ yet.”
Then there’s Gojo who moves to suck on your inner thigh. “Yeahh, don’t tap out. Let us make you feel good, baby.” He hums into your skin.
The counter beneath your ass is a slippery wet mess just like the bottom of Gojo's face and all the way down his neck with the way he let your juices trickle along his skin as he ate. All three of you get a little lost in the moment for quite some time. So much that you all seem to forget there’s supposed to be a third Ghostface.
Who, unknowingly, ends up silently opening the bathroom door and catching the way his two friends have his girlfriend all spread out ‘n ruined like some slut. Geto swore he almost came in his pants at the sight alone. You don’t seem to notice he’s standing there and you’re the only one facing him. His eyes are all over your wet expression, watching and listening to you moan two other guy’s names.
He didn’t even want to say anything. Geto just wanted to remain where he was and watch because lord knows if he joins in he won’t last longer than a few seconds. So, he does exactly that—going completely unnoticed there for a while.
Up until Gojo pulls his mouth off of you for a second. He looks up to see Choso decorating your chest in hot kisses and wet hickies, the two of you constantly making eye contact with one another before he moves his lips to yours again. Fuck just watching you two was hot. So hot that it makes Gojo wonder where the hell his best friend is at and why he’s missing out on all this.
Which is what leads to him turning around to glance back at the bathroom entrance, quickly spotting Geto standing there leaning against the door frame. Well, shit. It’s in that moment that Gojo realizes he sees the appeal in the whole Ghostface thing because fuck is his best friend just as hot as everything and everyone else in this damn room.
After Gojo, you’re the next person to realize your boyfriend is now present, and then Choso seconds later. Each of you have this face as if you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to but that little detail is irrelevant given how Geto could care less about how he was the last to find you. And sure, he may have watched you run into the bathroom earlier and could’ve gone in there to scare you a while ago but, watching Choso and Gojo eventually find you and then listening to them interact with you from outside the bathroom was far more entertaining.
—
So, one thing led to another and…
You find yourself laid out in your bed all over again, this time accompanied with three men. Geto was the first to get himself situated—seating himself not too far away from the bed and telling you to “put on a show for him”.
By this point, who were you to even question him? If Gojo and Choso were leading things before, they damn sure aren’t now because it’s you who’s ordering them around and letting them know where you want them. Starting with you on all fours, showing off that arch that Geto has had you perfect over the years. Then your legs part slowly and Gojo’s behind you in a trance as he watches you move a hand to spread your cunt open for him.
“You spoil us, sweetheart,” Gojo rasps in a low pitch, voice slightly hoarse from how long he’d gone without talking earlier.
You wanted to focus on him some more but a pair of fingers are placed on your chin and your face is quickly redirected to the second man of need. The moment your head turns, you’re met with Choso’s fat cockhead right in front of your face. Batting your lashes, you’re slow to look all the way up to him and see the way he’s smirking down at you.
“‘Could get off on that look alone, y’know.” Choso comments deeply in reference to your wide glossed over eyes and how close his tip is to your lips.
Gojo’s behind you frowning at the way Choso stole your attention yet again. In an attempt to, at least, have your mind on him once more, Gojo simply pushes his hips forward and eyes the sloppy part of your pussy spread against his pink tip. He hears it, Choso hears it, they all hear the way you gasp softly. It’s like they’re all hyper aware of every sound or slight movement you make.
Immediately after, your hips are wiggling back and Gojo’s quick to palm the fats of your ass. “Finally givin’ me some attention now, huh?” He quips.
You pull away from Choso’s touch just to look back at Gojo. “Suguru should’ve told you guys, I hate bein’ teased.” The way you force yourself back on him not even a second after that last word is leaving your lips has Gojo’s jaw falling and his fingers curling into your skin.
“W-Woah sweets, you could’ve warned me f-first…” He stammers, eyes dropping down to your greedy cunt swallowing up his lengthy inches of cock like it’s nothing. Gojo had to bite back a whine as he listened to the syrupy squelches that came with each backward push of your hips. “Fuuck, don’t stop. Give it t’me, baby.”
Gojo doesn’t even have to move yet and you’re already letting off a shaky moan, driving your hips back carefully and feeling him fill up every inch of your cunt. He’s all dazed while he watches his aching cock delve deep inside you, inch by inch—you take him like you were fuckin’ made for him.
The man is just dazed. He understands why Choso said he was gonna die earlier becuase fuckin’ hell he’s not even all the way in yet and you’re already clamping around his veiny shaft with no intention of ever letting go. And the goddamn arch you have, they way your ass looks all pretty backing up against him—
Gojo’s thrusting forward before he even realizes he is and his hands slide up to your hips to hold you nice ‘n steady. Your legs shake and your jaw mirrors his with the way it just hangs open. Then there’s your eyes and the way they roll back, a delicious moan exiting from deep within your throat.
He definately fucks you harder than Choso was earlier because you can feel his cock everywhere—he has you so stupidly full and dumb on his dick within seconds, landing a mean hand down onto your ass amid his thrusts.
“Ohh fuck, Suguru y’had this pussy all to yourself all this time?” Gojo grunts. “…S-Selfish bastard.”
Gojo’s hands are arguably slimmer than your boyfriends but his grip on you is just the same. Hence why you can’t do anything as he tugs you back to meet his rough pounding. Hell, all you’re left with is a brain full of nothing as your head turns to face forwards and you unconsciously look up at a stunned Choso.
His hand is wrapped around his cock and despite being right in front of your face, he’s definitely jerking off to they way Gojo’s fucking you (or maybe just to Gojo himself, who knows). When Choso does look down, you see his brows twist up and his lips part.
Your mouth is already hanging open so clearly you’re silently offering to help him, right? Which is why he angles himself toward your gape mouth and grunts, “Open up f’me pretty girl, nice ‘n wide…”
And you do, widening your mouth for him to slide his cock in steadily. Choso hisses at the sensation, the underside of his cock gliding down the center of your slobbering wet tongue so lewdly that it makes his teeth grind together. God, if you weren’t every bit of perfect like this. He watches the way his dick fills your mouth and feels how ridiculously tight your throat is as he eases his hips forward.
Almost in unison, Gojo and Choso and up tossing their heads back—one letting out a guttural groan and the other releasing a sweet moan. You’re soaked just about everywhere. Your pussy is sobbing and dripping around Gojo’s cock and your mouth is hardly any better with the way drool is dribbling down from your chin and onto the bed.
All as your boyfriend is losing his ever loving mind.
Geto came twice in his hand already and yet he’s still bucking his hips up into his fist. He’s never been this hard in his life. Something about watching you get absolutely ravaged by his two friends just make his dick throb in ways he cannot explain. You look perfect too, so damn angelic despite the rather sinful situation you’re in. There’s a creamy mess of cum slicked up and down Geto’s length from the thick tip to his base.
You’re busy getting fucked to tears (again) by Gojo and Choso, one of which has a heavy hand on your head encouraging your throat further around his curved cock and the other keep’s snapping his hips against your ass with his weighty balls grazing your clit every now and then.
You’re all so screwed. This is like something straight out of a damn porno and yet you didn’t care. Hell, you could hardly fathom enough thoughts at the moment to care.
And of course all three of them are just babbling all sorts of things to you, teasing you, taunting you, making you dizzy with pleasure.
Gojo’s back there spreading your ass apart and watching how wet you’ve gotten his dick, smiling sinfully at the sight. “Look at this pretty girl,” He grunts, “Takin’ my cock so. fucking. well. ungh.”
Then there’s Choso, nodding along as if he agrees with Gojo’s groaned words. His fingers are buried into your hair and by this point he’s fucking your face at the same rate Gojo’s fucking your cunt. “Her throat’s even better—shit. Y’should see how her lips look wrapped around me right now. Especially when I get,” Choso pauses just to give his hips one tortuously slow push, making you deepthroat his angry cockhead. “Right here, f-fuck.”
Again, Geto’s on the side just losing himself at the moment. You make the mistake of glancing over at him and his eyes lock with yours. Geto’s bottom lip is quivering and you watch his hand jerk himself off faster, his legs shifting open and closed as he overstimulates himself. Some nerve you had to look at him as if you don’t have two cocks inside you right now.
“M’gonna cum,” Geto’s muttering to himself over and over in some fucked-out little mantra.
Watching his head toss back and the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down is probably one of the sexiest sights. The Ghostface mask is all pulled up and his hair is splayed out in a mess of strands.
You end up gagging around Choso when Gojo hits your sweet spot for the sixth time in a row, your fingernails clawing against the sheets below. That’s all it takes for Choso to pull out and come undone all over your face without warning. In his defense, he wasn’t expecting your throat to tighten around him like that so suddenly…
Geto’s not too far behind, cumming in thick ropes with a sexy groan of your name leaving his lips—a sight you barely get to see because then Gojo’s leaning over you and your torso is suddenly pressed down against the bed for a moment. Then, you’re tugged up by a harsh grasp of your hair and Gojo’s fucking you even rougher than he was before, pressing his lips right against your ear.
“Fuckin’ slut,” He degrades so suddenly, wraping a free hand around your waist just to swat a finger over your clit again. “Look at this mess,” Oh, he’s just mean all of a sudden. Gojo lets go of your hair and turns your face toward him, leaning in and… licking the remnants of Choso’s release off of your face, again.
Your breath hitches and you wish you could have said something snarky but then you’re shoved right back down onto the bed. Gojo shifts his gaze to Choso, who flinches at the sudden eye contact, and then motions for him to come closer.
Once he does, Gojo grabs him by the jaw and pulls him in. “Open your mouth,” He breathes out hotly.
Choso bats his lashes at the man but doesn’t hesitate, parting his lips and taking the extra step as to sticking his tongue out. Gojo spits right onto the center of it and then smirks, “Good boy, now swallow it ‘n taste yourself f’me.”
It’s right about then that you release for the nth time of the night, followed by you squirting again due to the exchange you just heard between those two men. Then, as you wait for the stars in your vision to clear out, you hear Choso gulp loudly.
Half-way smiling to himself, Choso scoffs. “Guess you were right… I do taste pretty sweet.”
𝜗𝜚 Summer is finally here! But trying to take pictures of the beach is easier said than done, what with waiting for the heat haze to die down and all. So when a hot surfer named Satoru Gojo suddenly shows up out of nowhere, seawater dripping down his unfairly toned body, maybe you should kick your summer off with some coastal cardio.
content: smut, surferboy!Gojo, semi-public sex, hints at the next chapter, oral (f. recieving), p in v, making out, standing sex, praise, mutual orgasm, nipple play, creampie
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Summer break is in full swing- the grains of pale sand beneath your towel are almost sizzlingly hot as the beach simmers under the heat haze, a sandy mirror to your skin under the sun. A single bead of sweat pools at your neck and drips between your collarbones; you should really be in the shade, but the polaroid you’re trying to take is more important than potential heatstroke.
Your skin, now glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and just a little darker than it was when you initially spread out your towel, might digress- but whatever.
The photo album you’re attempting to fill is sitting mostly blank and empty at home, sheafs of white pages sitting idle and waiting; hopefully, by the end of summer, you’ll have it almost full. The aim is to take a photo of virtually anything- you, the beach, the sky, food- but it’s easier said than done, apparently.
None of the pictures your camera feeds out to you are good enough. They’re either too sunny, poorly angled, or focus too much on the sand as opposed to the gloriously blue range of foamy sea you’re trying to capture forever upon glossy paper.
“Too bright. Again.” You sigh, regretfully tossing the most recent photo to the side. Maybe you’ll use it as a filler background in your photo album, along with a leftover receipt or something similar. The camera angles up again, held in your hands as you squint.
Your hand is positioned over the lens, in an attempt to shield the glass from the sun- it’s promising, more promising than any of the others, the sea and sand in perfect ratios.
Until the sun disappears altogether.
The frown on your face spells annoyed confusion- until:
“Heyyy, what’re you doing? You’re gonna burn with only that bikini on.”
You grimace, and mentally prepare to slide off your now too-dark sunglasses to the sight of just another sleazy beachgoer; instead, you’re smacked right in the shiny pupils with a complete wall of pale skin.
You gape. Holy shit- his abdomen is completely defined, perfect ridges of muscle you instinctually want to rake your nails down lead up, up, up to his arms, flexing just a little. And further up still, his face; sharp, mildly boyish grin tugging at his lips before you get to the eyes hidden behind darkened lenses.
You can see from here how blue they are, bright and electric and almost too much for you to gaze up at. “Hey.” He says, and you jump as he clicks his fingers in front of your face. “You’re staring, pretty. Not that I mind, but at least try to be subtle.”
He winks and it almost knocks the breath out of your lungs.
“I was-“ you start, thickly swallowing down the sudden wave of saliva slicking your mouth at the sight of the man’s happy trail, “-I was trying to take a picture, but you’re blocking out the sun with your surfboard.”
He smiles sharply, blue eyes brightening behind his round sunglasses. “Oops. Sorry.” He’s clearly not apologetic at all, trunks slung criminally low upon his lean hips as he runs a large hand through the salt-sprayed tufts of white sprouting from the crown of his messy head.
“Asshole.” You mutter under your breath, preparing to bundle up your towel and sign the entire attempt off as a bad idea, camera already slung in your tote.
“Gojo, actually.” He beams, “or Satoru. And it’s wayyyy too bright right now to even bother getting your little camera out.”
“I’ll just tan instead, then.” You snap at him, but he doesn’t seem to care at all- in fact, Gojo’s eyes just burn brighter, something intense and dazzling that rakes over your bare skin and makes you feel hotter.
Seriously, who gave him the nerve?
Annoyance bubbling more in hot veins as you lie on the sand, your heart starts doing traitorous things as you eye up the subtle flex of Gojo’s biceps when he swaps the hand holding onto his board.
He crouches down to your level, cerulean irises inconspicuously tracing the curve of your tits and the bead of sweat disappearing in the valley between them. “I could think of a better way to pass the time, if you’re interested.”
You gape, scandalised- there’s a slew of insults forming at the back of your throat, until you remember the entire conversation you’d had with Nobara the day before and you start to wonder.
“Geez, there’s a shortage, seriously.” She’d groaned over the phone, “the most we have is Yuji, and nobody wants to fuck him after he comes out of the sea- seriously, he looks drowned. Somebody should tell him.”
“Mmm.” You’d sympathised, coating your nails in a thin layer of glossy polish. “I’m going down to the beach tomorrow, just to take photos-“
“I can’t.” Nobara sighs, “busy. Buttttt, if you find a hot surfer, make sure to fuck him, m’kay?”
You’d laughed then at her stupid joke- she’s right, you’ve never seen a hot surfer up close- but now there actually was one in front of you, dripping seawater from his infuriatingly nice hair as more disappeared between his hips, who are you to deny your friend’s wish?
You sigh and thread your fingers with his waiting hand. “Okay.”
You’d half been expecting Gojo to drag you down into the sea’s foamy embrace, but he leads you somewhere different. A little alcove, hidden away from the rest of the beach but just as pretty, sand soft and warm beneath your feet. Or should you say foot, considering the other is propped loosely over Gojo’s shoulder.
“S’that tanning oil on your thigh, or are you just that wet?” He giggles, lips moving between your legs as he fingers your flimsy bikini bottoms to the side.
“Shut up.” You grit, tone lacking any real bite as your hips grind down onto his pink tongue, “f-faster.”
“Ooh, eager.” Gojo grins, thumb rolling over your clit as he shuffles closer on the beach to stuff his greedy mouth across the plane of your soppingly wet cunt. “I should’ve spoken to you sooner.”
“Huh?“ Your question comes out dazed, slurred by the lips sucking below.
He doesn’t bother replying, just flattens his tongue against you and drags it slowly. A moan echoes out of his throat, humming melodically against your sensitive skin and the flimsy attempt at control your tugging hand is presenting.
It should be criminal how good he looks between your thighs, your hand loosely tugging at snowy white hair while he keeps eye contact. How he’s so shameless is beyond you, eyes boring into yours as his tongue flicks through you.
Gojo pats your thigh as he stands, cock straining against his expensive-looking blue trunks. You aren’t quite sure how you’re distinguishing between expensive and cheap swimwear, but everything on Gojo looks expensive somehow- the glossy black lenses of his sunglasses, the way his voice drips from his mouth like sticky honey you want to lick up.
He loops your thighs beneath his hands. “Tuck.”
You do as asked, legs hitching up around his hips and your back flat against the rock. “Good girl.” He mutters, patting your ass lightly and grinning when he notices the way your pupils blow at the praise.
Your bikini is barely covering anything, your chest shoved into the eyeline of Gojo’s sunglasses, the patterned material designed for lazy tanning and not… this.
And Gojo takes full advantage of the slipping, skimpy pieces of fabric, wrapping his lips around your chest and mouthing softly at the skin. You whimper embarrassingly quickly, looping your arms around his neck when he switches sides to lavish attention on your other nipple.
“Hurry up.” You say, voice wobbling just a little when his tip rolls over your clit.
“Wait, I’m enjoying this.” Gojo groans against your sternum, “your tits are so pretty. Kept staring at ‘em on the beach.”
You flush. “You perv.”
He tilts his head to the side, pressing his mouth to your neck and suckling. “Couldn’t help it.”
He slicks himself up, fiddling with the hem of his trunks until they’re no longer an obstruction- and pushes in slowly. It makes your skin flare, hotter than it was under the beating sun even when you’re shaded by the rock. “Fuckkk,” he moans, “so tight-“
Your nails scrabble at his shoulders, milky skin painted with lines of red. “What did you- hnngh- mean, you should’ve spoke to me sooner?”
“What? Oh, yeah.” He grins dreamily, already lost on the feeling of your warm pussy clamping down on him, “saw you earlier, when I was walking to the sea- you were still messing with your camera then.”
The camera now lies gently placed upon the sand beside you, watching unseeingly as its owner gets fucked by a cocky surfer against a rock. Fuck, Nobara’s gonna flip! - you think vaguely, a smug smile tugging at your lips before it’s wiped clean off by a particularly mean thrust.
His skin tastes like seawater when you lean forwards, pressing your weight against his chest to rock downwards onto his cock. “Oh-!” You gasp quietly, hips jerking when he shifts his footing to hit just a little deeper.
“You feel- fuck- like, really good.” He laughs breathlessly, almost disbelieving as he stares into your eyes and flattens his hands against your skin.
The sun shines down on you, adding more heat you really don’t require. Your bodies are coated in a thin sheen of sweat, building over your skin and shimmering as Gojo fucks into you.
The waves on the beach are a calm, quiet contrast to the lewd moans bubbling up from your throat, catching on Gojo’s ears and making him redouble his efforts.
The breath inside your heaving chest is knocked from you, Gojo’s dripping tip mazing at your sensitive walls and just throbbing maddeningly away inside you.
The feeling is addictive- he fits perfectly, the raised veins settling around his length prodding at spots you didn’t even knew you had. His noises are just as addictive too, every moan setting something alight within your body’s reward pathway and spurring you on to clench down, squeezing his groans out of him.
“Hah- you’re pretty-“ Gojo pants into your ear, fingers still gripping at your flesh clamingly, “soooo pretty, m’glad he didn’t get to you first-“
He punctuates the ‘he’ with a particularly brutal slap of his hips on yours, fingers digging into your skin seemingly tighter in what feels to you like an unspoken claim.
You don’t get to ask who 'he' is, brow furrowed in sugarcoated confusion, because Gojo’s deft fingers start rubbing wonky, sloppy shapes on your clit and your brain blanks.
“Oh.” You moan dumbly, head tipping back onto the flat surface the rock provides. You’re lucky it’s smoothed over, eroded from centuries of tumultuous sea air and rising ocean tides, because with the jolting you’re experiencing your back would be ruined.
Although, it may as well be ruined- your coherency certainly is, a sparkly pool of drool forming on your tongue as the surfer you just met fucks you into oblivion.
His sunglasses slip down his nose, and you frustratedly push them up to sit wonkily in his hair. They’re slanted, the expensive-looking arms crooked as they grab at his ears, but Gojo only smiles.
“Th-thanks, baby.”
Almost in gratitude, he shoves his face forwards into your tits again. Without the barrier of his glasses, he can press his mouth against you even flusher, nip at your skin and leave marks.
Your spine curves up slowly, a pretty arch that makes Gojo groan when you inadvertently push your chest against his face more. It’s a telltale sign of your impending orgasm, you know, and the whines slipping out make it even more obvious.
“M’gonna- Satoru-“
“Yeah, I know.” He breathes, looking up to reveal the most gorgeous glimpse of cerulean, “with me, okay?”
You nod vehemently, eyes screwing up and your bare chest pushed closer towards his face as you arch up, stomach knotting and unknotting itself as you cum, hair plastered to your face.
He curses when he spills inside you, thick globs that soak your already ruined bikini bottoms and splurge out onto his cock. The sea laps on in the background, soothing waves a balm to your overstimulated head.
“You can take your photo now.” Gojo observes, tucking himself away and holding onto your unsteady arm.
“What?”
“Look, the sun’s moved.” He grins, rows of perfect teeth glinting as he guides you by your upper arms to look. “See?”
“Oh!” You blink before lifting your camera back up, squinting again into the eyepiece. “Wait, can you hold your surfboard for the picture? Thank you!”
He does as asked, laughing when you line up the shot of the mid-afternoon sun dazzling on the sea, surfboard just peeking into the corner of the polaroid. You beam when the camera spits the film out at you, glossy and perfectly captured.
“Satoru! Where are you?” Somebody yells- a man, and Gojo’s friend judging by the way he playfully rolls his eyes at you.
He looks down at the picture held in your hand. “Wow, good shot.”
You grin, just slightly fucked out and tired, but a glow pulling at you nonetheless. “Thanks.”
“Satoru!” The man yells again, “what are you doing?”
“Sorry…” Gojo sighs, tucking his surfboard under his arm. “Gotta go. Nice talking to you, though!”
You watch him bounce off along the sand, reinvigorated, and wince at the bright, fresh marks clinging to his back in nail-shaped crescents.
Later, in a half-effort to cool yourself off, you find yourself bobbing alone in the sea as your skin breathes in the salt. The waves are peaceful, reaching up to your shoulders as you float around aimlessly in your bikini.
You squint. “Is that…”
There, walking along the shore, is Satoru Gojo- practically glowing from the salt spray (amongst… other things, you think with a flush) and chatting animatedly to a long-haired man beside him.
Without thinking, he lifts the hand not grasping his drippingly wet surfboard and waves cheerily at you; you return it shyly, eyes still locked on the man silently smirking at the nail marks rippling down Gojo’s porcelain back.
What was it Gojo had said? Something about a mysterious “he” not getting to you first? It clicks then, your cheeks burning even as you sink further into the cooling water. Whatever Gojo is speaking about as they pad across the sand, his friend isn’t listening.
He’s looking at you, eyes upturned as he smiles casually, silently, along with whatever Gojo jokes about. They narrow in on you, bobbing in the sea, and your skin feels hot for the first time since you dipped into the water.
His inky black hair spills across his tanned shoulders, surfboard under his toned arm, and he winks directly at you.
Hm.
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a/n: first part posted, and I'd loveee to hear everybody's initial opinions!! I'm super excited to post all of these <3 As always, comments are appreciated, mwah!!
erm erm erm may i request a losergirl x choso… theres to many coquette written reader stories and that is nawt me
ok so like loser girl x popular choso?? (university AU?)
WALK WITH ME… They don’t interact with each other at all around campus, it’s like they don’t even know each other exist…But when they’re alone it’s a completely different story???
TWO OPTIONS: Choso is the dominant one and reader is like shy. OR reader is secretly the dominant, confident one, has him whimpering and all….?????
I saw that you wanted some ideas, hopefully this isn’t too much but maybe reader that never gets mad at gojo for missing out on a date and such and instead get sad about it? Like gojo is feeling guilty as hell and is preparing a full on apology before going home but then reader is like “you look like you were in a rough fight :(( its okay :(( please go shower first :((“ and gojo feels even more guilty like why aren’t you mad at me
aww this is cute ok. So walk with me….gojo is doing a bunch of small things the following day, or week, or the same night to make up for it.
Buying you flowers every single day, coming home early from work to cook u whatever you’re craving, packs ur lunch perchance?? makes sure to shower you with so much love.
