Synopsis. Sometimes, it’s so good that you can’t help but run away from it. Sometimes, he just can’t stop.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, really needy boys, creampíe, exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, rough séx, cúmplay, pússyslappíng (Geto’s), breaking the bed, true form Sukuna, dp, o deníal (Choso’s), overstím, finger suckíng, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.8k
A/N. *Smooches your forehead* Have a good day.
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Break (you)
“You’re hah- lucky I caught you in bed, doll.” Toji pants into your open mouth. Lazily pulling aside your sopping wet pajama pants to greedily eye the mess of slick. The way your puffy folds were bulging and struggling to take him, “You’ve got no idea.”
You’re gasping as he reels back to spit, once. Twice. The steady stream of saliva hitting your sloppy hole straight on, feeling anything but lucky with how mean his fat tip was hitting your cervix. Over and over. “L-lucky?”
And oh, Toji could feel your gummy walls clenching around him like nothing before, that flimsy little outfit of yours sure to have him snapping sooner rather than later.
“Mhmm…” he hums, nosing at your neck. Finger curling tightly around your shorts - as if to tear. To break. “Sooo fuckin’-” The sharp rip of fabric echoing in your hazy brain, just in time with the loud slam! of Toji’s hand down on the creaking headboard. “-lucky.”
Crack!
“Shit.”
And then you’re pressed against the cool wall before you can even register what’s happening. Shivers running down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was still buried in your dripping cunt.
Ruthless. Fucking you so filthy. Big hands cupping your ass, holding you up so high where he was standing, your ankles locked around his toned waist as if on instinct. And your pants oh, tattered and drenched - thrown all the way somewhere near the broken bed.
“Toji!” you squeal, blinking away the big fat tears in your eyes to look over his broad shoulders. Easy, with the way he was shoving you further and further up the wall with each harsh thrust. “The- the bed. You broke it.”
“What about it?” He lifts his head up to meet your glassy eyes, hips still relentless, “M’jus’ fucking you right, doll.”
Whining, “You’re so-”
And before you can give him a piece of your mind, he’s loosening his grip on your ass. Letting gravity slide you deeper and deeper down his rock-hard cock. Inch by fucking inch. All the way until your swollen folds were hitting his heavy balls.
Keening at the sheer stretch, the addictive feeling of the curve of his dick massaging all the right spots. Like he was pushing into your stomach, your lungs, everywhere in a way that had you keening. Hips stuttering and pushing so bruisingly back, back, back-
“Oh? What’s this?” It’s that dangerous little tone of Toji’s voice that has you suddenly registering your nails clawing down his pecs, leaving angry red marks. Your feet flat against the wall like you were trying so pathetically to escape. And one look in Toji’s eyes told you that was the last thing you’d be doing. “Funny. Real funny, doll.”
Ah, but amused was the last thing he sounded.
That tiny scar at the corner of his mouth curling at your breathless pleas as he steps away from the wall. Leaving you completely at his mercy.
“D-dressing like that and-” he chuckles, holding you up so easily like you’re weightless. The muscles in his arms rippling, abs burning as he bounces you so sluttily on his cock. “-acting like you can ngh- run away. Hahah, better keep this pretty cunt still, doll.” Sure to leave lewd marks all over you, his twitching balls on your cunt, fingers on your ass. “Cause if I said m’gonna fuck you right- hah- m’gonna fuck you right.”
“Please- Toji–” you squeal, like a broken record. Your legs dangling in the air, cunt sucking him all in so sloppily. “Please please please please-”
“How cute. Yeah, beg f’me more.”
Not even bothering to think about running away now - you know you couldn’t. Instead clutching at his soft hair - his shoulders - his biceps - anything and everything to try and keep some semblance of sanity. “-please- Ngh- Please let me cum.”
And then Toji’s biting down on your beck with a strangled groan. Hard. Right above your racing pulse, like he wanted to draw blood. Or worse. Tightening, losing every scrap of sanity each time your gummy walls milked him so-
“Forget the bed.” he manages to grit out, ragged. Each word punctuated by such a heavy, mean thrust. “Cause you’re gonna fuck- feel real unlucky next to it.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Don’t hang up.”
It was the first thing that came out of your husband’s mouth.
As soon as he walked downstairs to you wandering the kitchen in the dead of the night, on the phone with your absolute asshat of a boss calling you to talk about your upcoming project. For the third night in a row. For what reason - you didn’t know. And Nanami didn’t care.
Because not too long later, you find yourself bent over the counter. Your boss’s droning rambles in one ear, Nanami breathing hotly against the other. Flimsy shorts pulled just enough to the side so that Nanami’s stuffing your snug cunt so sinfully full.
Bunching up your - his - oversized button-up to fuck back your sloppy his bruisingly to meet his. Pulling you like some slut onto his swollen cock.
“Don’t hang up, my love.” he’s running a long index down your arched spine. Already knowing the way you’d shiver loud enough that that bastard on the other end of the line would hear, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
You flinch - both from the way he was spitting out profanities into your ear like sweet nothings, and from the way he bends his knees. Angling your hips to stretch out all the right spots, weeping tip alternating between bullying your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix, your-
“Hellooooo, did you hear what I said about that client’s request?”
Ah, right.
“Y-yeah- totally-” you’re gasping, jaw sagging open as Nanami’s hips become more rigorous. Having you such a mess with the way he was getting bigger - stretching your gummy walls more sinfully - with each thrust. “T-tell them we’ll um- carry it out-”
And oh how it ticked Nanami off to see his poor girl working overtime, no matter the fact that he was the one that told you to stay on call. That furrow between his brows growing with each passing second.
“Mhm, the documents will be-” The sentence dies in your throat as Nanami reaches down to play with your ravaged clit, drawing messy, frenzied little patterns- no-
Your eyes widen, the phone almost slipping out of your hand - and it does, only later do you realize that Nanami is the gentleman that slips it into his hand. Holding up your phone for you while he fucks you on the other line like an animal.
Because shit Nanami Kento wasn’t just drawing any old pattern on your pretty clit. He was drawing a quick, methodical K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-
“Shit- fuck fuck fuck-” he grunt, low and gravelly. “Squeezin’ around me so tight. So good.” Hips stuttering at the pure heaven he was feeling, ”Does my girl like this? Like being listened to?” Harder on your clit, “Ya love it, huh?”
“K-Ken…”
“Are you okay, you sound…sick.” your boss’s voice is grating against your ears.
“Y-yes I’m-” It’s too much. Nanami’s pelvis hitting your ass, spearing you so rough against his cock. So sloppily fucking away whatever’s left of his sanity - fingers just as erratic. “Fine.” You could just scream, but instead, you settle for hiking a knee up on the counter, pulling away, trying desperately to ease the relentless abuse of his hips. “Totally fine.”
And for all your years being loved by Nanami, you’d never have expected his strained, “Hah, you sure about that?” Only briefly stopping his little K-E-N-T-O-K- to loop a strong arm underneath your knee - baring your glistening pussy for him to admire from behind. “Because it looks like you’re running away. N’ I won’t be happy if you’re trying to escape your dear husband, my love.”
“N-no…”
“Is someone else there? Who are you talking to?”
Caging you. Perhaps even punishing you for taking so long on this call. And you’re not even standing at this point, being held up so easily by him. So easy for him to crane his neck over and greedily prey at the way your pretty pussy was swallowing him up. In and out in and out in and-
“Answer him, darling.” Nanami murmurs for you, hips slowing down just enough that the slapping of his toned pelvis wouldn’t be completely heard. “Be a good lil’ wife n’ answer f’me.”
“Jus’ a…dog-” You glare at his deep, baritone huff of laughter. Face heated where he was pressing your phone screen against you, “A needy one.”
“Ah, well. I know how dogs are.” God, how you wish this could end soon - would do anything for it to end soon. “So I trust that you’ll be there sharp for the meeting with the client tomorrow?”
“Y-yeah I’ll-” your eyes are screwing shut. Throwing yourself fully and utterly helplessly to the harsh tempo of Nanami’s cock. Like he was claiming you from the inside out - all the way from your quivering cunt to your hazy response, “-come.”
And thank fuck it was Nanami holding up the phone, because it’s all you can do to not fucking throw it across the kitchen as you cum. So hard and violent, almost. “Shit- Ken- m’cumming- oh- oh my god.”
Breaking up whatever composure you’d built up for so long as you milk his cock dry, clenching so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck up into you. Nothing but Nanami on your mind now - just Nanami. As expected.
“Hello? Are you still there??”
“Sorry, but my wife won’t be working overtime. For you, at least.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Noise complaint
Geto knew that no one else was home at this time - just you and him, splayed out on your queen-sized bed. He knew that maybe he should tell you this as he splits you apart on his massive cock, eyeing the way you’re grappling at your kiss-bitten lips, trying so desperately to not let your slutty moans through.
But why would he?
“S-Sugu-” you manage to whisper, barely even audible over the obscene sounds of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. The squelches so sloppy. So loud. Mattress creaking at the sheer force, “They’ll- ngh- hear..”
“What was that?” Geto leers down at you, lazily thumbing opening your swollen folds further, bulging and clenching around his cock. “Can’t hear you over this talkative pussy, doll. You gotta ha- speak up.”
And it’s all you can do to crack open the trembling wall of your fingers, blinking away the tears in your eyes to look up at your boyfriend pleadingly.
“We can’t mm- fuck- w-wake the girls up.” So utterly difficult to get the sentence out when it seemed like he was fully fucking it out of your brain. Angry tip kissing all your sweet spots, hitting you after every word falling from your lips, “Hafta- ngh- be quiet.”
And fuck - the look in his eyes. Long, inky hair falling over his broad shoulders, curtaining such a dark glint in his greedy gaze.
Flitting between your desperate, fucked-out expression and down, down, down at the way your dripping cunt was swallowing him so good. Letting him disappear so easily into your heavenly cunt - so mean, that Geto doesn’t want to slow down. Not even a little bit.
“Well…” he purrs, ringed fingers cool on your throbbing clit. Coating them in your sweet sweet juices before moving to your stomach, your sensitive nipples - all the way up to your glossy, swollen lips, “Let me help you then, gorgeous.”
But something in that deep tone told you he wanted to do anything but.
Not wasting a second more before shoving two fingers inside, pressing right at the back of your hot tongue in a way that has your gagging, tears stinging your eyes. A loud moan stuck in your throat and-
Smack!
It was sharp - fleeting, even - but your entire body is jolting at the feeling of Geto’s thick fingerpads smacking your poor cunt. Right above your ravaged clit.
“Ngh- S-Sugu!”
“S-Sugu!” he mocks your moans, voice higher than usual. “Thought you wanted hngh- to be quiet, gorgeous?” he grins, chuckling softly at the way you’re half-lucidly pushing at his rippling biceps - nails leaving neat little marks as you’re torn between pushing him away and wanting more more more- “How are you gonna do that if you’re like this, huh?.”
You keen as Geto chokes you on his fingers deeper, having you slobbering and drooling all over his rings, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. Mixing with the tears rolling down your cheek, “Pl-ease- mmpf- Sugu.”
And God, he almost cracks right then and there at the way you’re squeezing his swollen cock so hard it was like you wanted to never let him go. Feeling him getting bigger inside you, hot tip pressing deeper into your plushy g-spot.
“Try not to scream, then.”
One arm drags you straight across the soaked sheets, bunching up at your hips as he pulls you impossibly deeper onto his aching cock. “And don’t you dare think of running.”
Caging you as his hips become so brutal on yours, heavy balls smacking you in time with the stars in your eyes - the muffled moans falling from your mouth despite all that. Sloppy. Merciless.
“Fuck! M’mpf so- close–” your eyes dart to the closed door, hoping - praying - that no one would walk in right now. Because if your daughters-
Smack!
“All eyes on me, gorgeous.” Distantly, you wonder whether Geto’s fingers would leave marks on your clit for tomorrow. “Such filthy filthy moans from a sweet mouth, huh?” he grunts, chest heaving with the force of his thrusts. “Right?” Pressing down on your tongue to have you nodding deliriously at him, “Heh, cute. Even cuter when you hah- try to hide your moans like-” Running quick, harsh circles on your clit. Faster. Harder. “-this.”
You don’t even realize it when you’re cumming - just that your body’s arching off the bed, like it was trying so hard to be one with Geto’s.
Vision spotty, blood roaring in your ears, a sharp shout of “Fuck! Sugu m’cumming-” leaving you with reckless abandon.
And you couldn’t even care at this point - didn’t have the capacity to as Geto fucks you through your high, hips relentless. Playing with your pretty clit. Swirling lewd little circles at the same time as his fingers in your mouth.
“I uh- forgot by the way.” You hear him murmur through your orgasmic haze, not a shred of apology in his words. “The girls are at a sleepover.” Hips just smacking into yours, soft lips kissing the corner of your mouth - even when it drops in disbelief. “So we have alllll night to try n’ get another noise complaint from the neighbors.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - The tease
“Oh, shit-” Choso throws his head back, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Jus’ a little long- longer. Fuck, jus’ a bit more.”
And if Choso was wrecked, then it was nothing compared how fucking dumb you were being fucked. Hips all stuttering and drooling sloppily on the mattress, barely able to let out anything but incoherent little babbles of, “Ngh- please- too much.” by the third time he’s denying you your orgasm.
“Jus’ some more- fuck- baby, a bit longer.”
You cry as his pace only gets more merciless, having your snug cunt suck him up all the way till you were kissing that creamy ring around his base. “Wanna….”
“What’s what?” he’s leaning in closer, a mocking smirk playing on those kiss-bitten lips. And it’s not like Choso was expecting you to form a coherent sentence at this point - not with the way he was only bullying his cock into your gummy walls harder. More purposeful.
“Ngh- please—” you’re dragging out your moans, words slurring as evidence of how long this has been going on. “Wanna cum.”
So, honestly, to him the fact that you could still speak was like a personal insult.
But absolutely nothing compared to the way your hand was dipping down to your poor, forgotten clit. Because you wanted - needed - so badly to cum. To finally have your soft fingertips barely just kissing at the swollen, sensitive nub - before Choso’s smacking your hand away.
“Fuck- What do you oh- fuck should be illegal for you to squeeze me that way- what do you think you’re doing, baby?”
And the only response he gets is a broken sob, big fat tears rolling down your pouty cheeks. As if on auto-pilot, you’re scrambling onto your elbows, arms straining to push. To escape. To finally make yourself cum because Choso was being so mean-
“Hah? No no no no-” he tilts his head, teeth baring in a mean smile. Easily moving your limp arms like a ragdoll to pin them above your head. Lacing his fingers with yours as you let out little cries begging to cum - ones you probably don’t even realize are leaving you. “W-where do you’re ngh- taking this pretty pussy?”
“Oh- Wanna cum. So badly.” you bat your lashes up at him,
“But if we hngh- cum, this’ll end.” his voice, almost a whine. “Wanna feel you- feel this tight pussy forever. Please? Jus’ some more?”
“Please, Cho–”
“...”
“Ch-Cho?”
Oh, you were an evil, evil little minx. That nickname has his weeping, fat head kissing your cervix, your g-spot - everywhere faster. Harder. Stretching you out like such a slut on his painfully hard cock.
“Aww, my poor baby.” Choso loops two strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer - locking you in place. Cooing, “My poor, poor baby. Using that nickname.” Kissing at your teary cheeks, stumbling and messy. Just a dragged-out touch of his pretty lips, runny eyeliner smudging against your skin. “That desperate, huh? You wan’ cum that hah- fucking bad, huh?”
It’s all you can do to give a stupid little nod. Jolting as his hot tongue licks a long, languid stripe at the corner of your mouth. The salty, sinful taste of your tears sending Choso’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, and him straight to heaven.
Gritting out a strangled, “Fine.”
And if you thought Choso was mean before then you weren’t ready for the way his speed picks up, hips hitting yours so bruisingly. Running only on you, the way your gummy walls were desperately trying to suck him back up with each thrust, and you-
“Oh- oh my god, Cho-” you jolt as he snakes down one hand to toy with your throbbing clit. Weeping and glossing all over him as Choso rolls it between two fingers. “Shit shit shit- m’so close.”
“Yeah?” his voice breaks a little at the end, as unsteady and sloppy as his cock now. Stretching out your plushy walls, “Gonna cum? This fuck- oh, baby. This pretty pussy is gonna cum f’me?”
And you can’t even think to answer his question - because you are. Cumming again and again all over Choso’s massive, unforgiving cock.
“Shit- oh, baby yeah. Look how much this pretty pussy is cumming.” Thighs shaking, fucking your hips up in shallow, lewd little grinds to meet the sloppy staccato of his - in time with the urgent ramblings falling from his lips, “This f’me? All f’me?”
That tone of his voice surprised - disbelieving, even like he couldn’t rip his eyes off from the way you were clenching around him in sensitivity.
Only when your climax bates, your eyes snap open. Finally registering the way his hand jerks away from your clit, hips so out of control. Getting faster - showing absolutely no sign of stopping. “Cho- what-”
“Shhh shhhh- baby. I ngh- said I’d make you cum. Not that I’d hah- stop, right?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Double trouble
To Ryomen Sukuna, it was simple - if his cute lil’ slut can take one, then you can take both. Or, well, he’ll just have to make it fit.
“Please please please-” you gasp, big fat tears streaming down your face, thighs twitching over where you were all splayed out so prettily on Sukuna’s large lap. “-s’too much. Too big.”
You could feel him grinning into the crook of your neck, sharp canines biting right over where your rapid pulse was.
His hot breath ghosting your ear, “Too big?” Eyes flitting down to your poor cunt, all gaping and drooling sloppily over his fat, angry head, “Then how come you take it all the time, brat?”
You let out a frustrated whine, “B-because that’s one and this is-” Gulping at the two massive cocks kissing your puffy folds, both so intimidatingly long and angry. Thick enough that you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks. “...two”
“So?”
Both of you watch in wonder as he holds you up slightly in midair by just the arms, slowly easing you down, down, down onto his cock. Like you were some ragdoll. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d marvel at how languidly Sukuna was fucking up into you.
Letting your sweet sweet juices coat his rock-hard cocks, inching inside your sloppy hole deeper. And deeper. Getting you used to the dizzying stretch, the thump! thump! thump! of his prominent veins inside your tight pussy. Molding your gummy walls around one. Then the other. Then both at once.
And shit.
Shit, you didn’t know if you’d make it out alive.
“Oh- hngh- Kuna!” you sob, but you can’t rip your eyes away from the way your hips were stuttering down so sloppily into his. Short, sharp grinds that doesn’t even have to have Sukuna fucking into you, just watching in awe as you milk his cocks more. “You’re in so- deep- fuck- oh my god-”
“Jus’ ‘Kuna’ works fine.” he chuckles at his own joke, lacing two fingers on top of your head to stretch you out impossibly more on his dicks. Because fuck you were gorgeous like this - but so slow. “This all you can do?”
Your lips fall into a little pout that has him twitching wildly inside you - barely even halfway in, but feeling like he was pushing into your fucking lungs already.
“Heh, don’t be like that now.” he shakes his head in amusement as you scramble to grab ahold of his hair - his arms - the throne, anything to keep whatever is left of your sanity. “You don’ want this all to be for nothing, right?” Hips jerking like you wanted to run but of course, Sukuna couldn’t have that - not when he had you like this. “Here.”
Yeah, you definitely weren’t making it out alive.
Through your teary vision, you make out the hand that Sukuna is offering you - and before you can even think, you’re biting down. Hard. Sure to draw blood if this wasn’t the king of curses himself.
“Fuuuck, yeah. Atta girl. Suckin’ me up so well.” he groans, hips bucking up so meanly. “Let it all out. Heh, see if you can draw blood n’ let me ngh- take care of this tight- pussy.” Letting you take it out on his hand, teeth leaving such cute marks he’ll coo at later - but never admit to. “Said I’ll make it fit n’ I’ll make it-” Bouncing you up and down, legs dangling at his muscled thighs. Throbbing cocks probing deeper with each word he spits out. More calculated. More impatient. “-fit.”
And fuck was it a sight to see.
“Hah, what did I tell ya, brat?”
Sukuna can’t help but sit back to look at the heavenly view of you fucked dumb on his massive cocks - and fuck was it a sight to see.
To trail a finger down right to where his fat heads were so obviously bulging against your stomach. Buried inside your sinful pussy all the way until your swollen folds were kissing at his heavy balls. One weeping tip nudging at your cervix, the other curving just right against your sweet spot. Feeling your plushy walls still desperately trying to adjust, pulsing so maddeningly - or was that him?
Doesn’t matter.
Because Sukuna is gritting out a ragged, “Now the real fun begins.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Again and again
“Jus’ one more sweetheart- promise.”
Does it really count as being mean if he uses just a little bit of reverse cursed technique while absolutely ruining you in bed? Gojo certainly doesn’t think so. It’s just…how could he not?
And you definitely don’t have any other explanation as to why your boyfriend’s got you limp and folded so easily into a mating press, fucking his cum into you for the fourth time tonight. Hips still so unforgiving. Merciless.
“Merciless, hah?” And fuck, you barely even have the time to register the fact that you babbled that out loud. Because Gojo’s big arms are spreading your quaking legs so wide open for him, “Creative.” Long fingers deftly giving your clit a long, hard roll, “Real creative. That’s a ngh- new one. What else has your cute, fucked-out mind got f’me, sweetheart?”
Some tiny, sensible part of Gojo knows that he should maybe slow down - give you a chance to fucking answer. Maybe stop himself from dancing a soft hand down to your stomach - for the second time tonight.
Stop himself from smirking at the knowing wonder in your eyes as he presses down. Hard. pretty pink lips falling into a soft oh! as you coat him in his own cum.
Glossy and so, so sloppy.
Everywhere.
“Oh, you naughty girl.” he’s grinning, pooling the obscene puddle of cum seeping into the sheets on his fingertips. “You naughty, naughty-” Smearing it all over your bulging cunt, tracing white patterns over your puffy clit. “-girl. How are you still making this much of a mess everywhere after so long?”
“Ngh- because you’re- you’re so-” you sob, and he’s speeding his hips up. Weeping tip kissing all those sweet spots he’s mapped out so well.
“So what?”
“So mean, Toru!”
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” But he didn’t feel one bit sorry for your poor, overfilled cunt. Nodding so mockingly gently. M’so ‘mean’ fucking this cute cunt. Usin’ jus’ a bit of reverse cursed technique.”
Fuck, the way you’re biting down on his right collarbone, hard - was adorable. Sure to have drawn blood if it wasn’t for the technique keeping the two of you from breaking bones. And okay, Gojo guesses he deserved that.
“Ouch.” he’s clutching at his heart, acting so dramatically wounded - as if he wasn’t the one doing the bruising. Leaving marks on your ass, your tits, maybe even your poor cunt. “So feisty. M’heartbroken, y’know.” Voice dropping to such a low purr, looking up at you through those long lashes. “N’ the only way to fix it is by cumming f’me fuck- o-once more.”
And Gojo wonders whether you could feel it still filling you up inside - his cum. Whether you can feel the way it dribbles down the side of your thighs as you kick your feet, desperately trying to sit up.
Feet flattening on the mattress because it’s too much. And you’re too sensitive - too good, with the jolts of electricity coming down from Gojo’s fingertips. The power dancing over your skin.
But, shit - why’d you ever think you’d be a match for the strongest?
“S’gonna be too much-” you squeal as he’s pulling you closer into his arms, letting your head loll into his lips. Pushing your legs up further - till they were pressing so tight against your tits. Shifting his hips more purposefully - right at the angle to hit that sweet spot that had you crying out in ecstasy, “Dunno if I can, Toru.”
“Now now now, don’t you dare run away.” his half-hooded gaze is almost crazed now. “Because you can cum. And you will.”
“I-” you choke, feeling like Gojo was pushing all the way into your lungs. “I will-”
Each push of his angry, weeping tip having you see stars behind your eyes. Abs burning, white strands of hair falling over his eyes - glowing ever-so-slightly in a way that neither of you had the capacity to notice at the moment.
“You will.” he’s moaning, like a mantra. “You will you will you will- hngh- fuck! You will.”
Each word spilling from Gojo’s lips only having his achingly cock twitch wildly inside you. Massaging your plushy walls, stretching them out so. Milking the fucking soul out of him, until it was almost difficult to fuck you into the mattress. To have your cunt pulling him back like she didn’t want to part.
So, so desperate.
Exactly the way he knew you did when you were close - dangerously so. So he’s whispering into your open mouth, “Cum f’me, sweetheart.”
You don’t know who cums first - just that you’re seeing a flash of white, your heart thumping all the way in your ears, a rapid, urgent cadence at which he was spilling into your quivering cunt. Having gone over the edge again. Warm - so warm with each rope after rope of seed, painting your gummy walls white, your puffy folds slobbering all over him.
Only adding to the mess as he fucks his cum deeper. Again and again and again - fucking into you like he was out of control. And he probably was.
“Hey, so….y’know how six is my lucky number?”
A/N. First time writing true form Sukuna, how are we feeling, hm?
if you don’t want me at my toge inumaki fluff scenarios, you shouldn’t have me at my gojo fucking obliterates your pussy hole until your beating his chest to unhand you scenarios
for some reason, watching you desperately squeeze and shiver around the vibrating toy in your cunt made him feel like he was feral. he had so much control over your body and pleasure, and it’s something that hits him straight in the ego.
“satoru,” you’d be panting, fingers gripping the sheets as you obeyed his earlier threat to move your hands away from your stimulated pussy. your eyes were begging him, eyebrows upturned and mouth parted.
he swore he’d never see anything this beautiful again as he’s positioned between your legs, upright and looking down at you as his hand slowly, tauntingly dragged the buzzing vibrator in and out of your wet cavern. “shhh, pretty… can you see how wet you are for me?” he’d smile, purposely hooking his thumb to rub circles on your clit in a teasing fashion. instinctively, your back would arch and he’d note how your tits jiggled with every squirm.
“no? then just hear yourself.” satoru leaned over your form, spreading your legs wider as he placed a lazy kiss to your forehead. you squealed when he applied pressure to a button on the toy, causing it to start vibrating heavier. he’d give a soft chuckle before he continued his actions more fluidly, finding a perfect rhythm.
he began to kiss down your chest, nipping and dragging his wet tongue along your stomach before he made it to your mound. his teeth caught on his lip as he watched your clit twitch and your hips chase his thrusting dildo. he couldn’t resist, leaning in to give an experimental lick to your sensitive nub.
“ah! satoru-“
“shut up, you don’t know what it’s like watching you,” he mumbled quickly before giving a gentle suck.
you felt insane. his lips attacking your clit while his hand is pushing a sex toy in and out of you. it was so much at once, you couldn’t help your eyes rolling back as you reached down to lightly thread through and pull his white strands of hair. his free hand helped to pull one side of your pussy, opening your hole just a bit more to slide it in. when you gasped, starting to whine, you felt his lips smirk against your clit as he retracted.
“mm, right there?” he asked you rhetorically, tongue flicking against you as his hand started to thrust the vibrator at a slight upward angle, just like how you know his cock does.
“yes! yeah right there, right there,” you cooed, hips lifting off the bed to chase his mouth.
you heard him chuckle. “oh yeah?”
that’s when he’d give a light growl, tongue flattening against your clit and giving a rough lick before he’s closing his lips around it, giving it a few soft, sloppy sucks while he continued to abuse your pussy with the toy. “too much,” you started to cry, hands now weakly pushing at his forehead. “w-want your cock, satoru..”
“ssshhhh….” is all he’d say. you had to stop him. you had to stop him before you came— “OH FUCK!” you yelled, when satoru finally looped that free hand around your thigh, pulling you as physically close as possible as you began to ride his face and the dildo, chasing a high that resulted in spots of slick covering the lower half of gojo’s face. he let you ride it out, eating every drop that tickled his tongue, the buzzing of the vibrator only heightening the sensation. he only hummed, pulling away slowly before turning off the vibrator and letting it sit for a second.
he looked at your fucked-out form, hands sliding against the sheets aimlessly and eyes trying to find focus on him. he slowly pulled it out, watching the little breaths leave your mouth. “hey beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his full-clothed body next to yours.
he used a soft finger, turning your head to face him so you had some direction. “did we like that?” he whispered, knowing the answer. a heavy chuckle left him when you nodded, warm body finding the strength (with his help) to turn to your side and cuddle against him.
he was always kicking the back of your seat while trying to relax, resulting in a huff and glare over your shoulder. “sorry, sorry..” he’d raise his hands with an apologetic expression, cheeks turning a slight shade of red.
he loved seeing your eyes glance back at him.
school came easy to you. everything you were taught, you enjoyed learning about. gojo-sensei was goofy, but he was a good guy who believed throwing you to the wolves is the best way to learn.
yuji would often tap on the back of your shoulder, trying to capture your attention every chance he got to ask you for an answer, which you’d always give to get him off your back. itadori saw your sigh every time he’d give a familiar grunt of confusion. you knew what he was about to do.
it happened 3 times each class. he wants to hear your voice.
during training, yuji would never take it easy on you. he knew you were an extremely talented sorcerer, and never wanted to discredit that. still, it always made him feel extra proud when he managed to overpower you and take you to the ground. it only took about thirty seconds, but he’s incredibly inhuman. he’d help you up and help dust your back off, remaining respect - he’s a good boy.
he just really wanted to touch you.
his music is always incredibly too loud. he’d only ever have the balls to play it like that when megumi was away, usually late at night. it would have you banging on the door, causing it to be quiet and for itadori to poke his head out. “hm? oh hey! you’re up late!” he’d smile, ignoring the grumpy expression you have.
“because of you. can you turn it down, yuji?” he would say he was sorry sincerely, and promise to not play it after 10pm.
“would you like a glass of milk to help you sleep?” he would ask you. that’s how your sleepy form would then overwash you. you feel so relaxed and peaceful until a thumb swipes your lip softly, and you open your eyes to see him reading your expression.
before you knew it, you both were angling your heads and giving a series of shy, sweet pecks before he risked it all, deepening the passion you both were sharing.
he wanted to taste you.
months would pass and itadori would still be annoying.
but in a different way. this time he was protective. but not because he thought you couldn’t handle things by yourself, but because if anything were to go wrong, he’d blame himself for not doing better.
so he’d be distracted often, wanting to make sure you’re okay before he continues his missions.
you found this adorable obnoxious.
he clung to you like a puppy when the class was traveling. on the train, he’d be right next to you. headphones in, arm over your shoulder. at the mall, he’d try to encourage you to pick any item you want and he’d buy it. you always refused, but the nagging and the shoes being shoved in your face was too much. you decided on a perfume. he was so grateful. now every time you wore it, he would recognize the scent as something he bought for you.
possessive? no, he loved to smell you come around the corner in something he purchased.
itadori would love to just look at you. and overtime, you loved to look at him too. you’d be forced to giggle when you noticed you both looked up at the same time, causing him to grin and bunch his nose at you playfully.
he told you he loved you first. on the training field. he had once again taken you to the ground, leaning above you with that same cute smile he wore. only this time, you noticed it was relaxed, and softer. your breathing matched his, heavy and spent. nobody knew what was said when he leaned down next to your ear.
they only saw you freeze and look at him as if he put the stars in the sky. he wasn’t bothered about a response.
one of these days you’ll catch the feeling back. but itadori fell hard, and quick.
he only wanted you to feel him.
poor itadori.
he had been oblivious to the way you sat waiting for him to poke you on the shoulder. you’d smile to yourself for a split second before spinning around to give him the answer. how silly you were letting him trick you. he’d already finished his paper by the time he started asking you question.
or the way you blushed when he had you pinned to the ground after defeating you in a fight. you knew his go-to landing, and you played into it every time. matches were quick and easy because you wanted them to be. crazy that he knew it.
you wouldn’t change your perfume either. truthfully, you’d only apply extra before entering the same room as him in an attempt to get him to notice. so the proud smirk he wore during class was everlasting, making you feel wholesome that he felt so comfortable with having you smell good.
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inumaki has a talent for making you nervous. in a sweet way.
he loves to touch you and watch the way you react. he can’t do much with words, so the psychical route is his favorite way to let you know he loves you.
it could be anywhere, getting ice cream or taking a walk with him. with you being as distracted as you are, toge tries to keep you from going astray by touching the small of your back, carefully guiding you through crowds or changing direction. the touch itself would have you biting your lip and avoiding looking at him. it would be such an ego boost for him to see you nervous, yet moving to walk closer to him for protection and guidance.
or when you’re feeling a little frustrated because of schooling or training, so he’d lean inches from your face with a flirty glint in his violet eyes, and place a gentle hand on your cheek.
toge would watch your glassy eyes meet his before he uses a few seconds to stroke your cheek with his thumb. a subtle reassurance. he refrained from smiling when he knows you’re entranced.
even when you’re with your classmates, inumaki was always right next to you. if anybody were to be standing between you, he would move himself to squeeze right beside you and stand shoulder-to-shoulder.
in private, he’s a sucker for cuddling. when you’re making your preference of hot beverage, he loves to slip his arms around your waist from behind and kiss the spot behind your ear.
you could feel him smile against your hair when he noticed you pause your stirring, a chill running through you. then he’d just slip away after a few seconds as you began to stir, slower this time.
when you’re training with him, don’t think he takes it easy on you. he’s pretty powerful when it comes to sparring, and it often ends with you landing on the ground, exhausted. that’s okay, all the more reason for him to carry you back to your dorm even though you insisted you could walk.
“bonito flakes,” he would deny you.
in other words, he’s a baby who loves to baby you. muah.
Osamu “wants to be all up in your face as you cum” Dazai.
cw: overstimulation, fingering
everybody knows. and i mean everyone.
mans got them pretty hands. he knows he has pretty hands. the long slender fingers with the most beautiful nail beds attached. despite popular believe, dazai prides himself on nail care (he won’t admit it).
his favorite, was feeling them pad and massage your gummy walls while you’re splayed on your back, clad in a thin tank top and a pair of panties slipped to the side. your face was bunched in a helpless little cry when you looked down, watching his index and middle finger to rub your clit for a moment, before disappearing behind her your mound and slipping into you once more.
you wouldn’t be able to state for long though, because you felt dazai’s lips attach to your ear as he was lied next to you on his side. “look at me when you cum, sweetheart,” he whispered, words dragging as he slowed the pace of his fingers, waiting for a response.
he pulled up just slightly, only inches from your pleading, tearful eyes as he wore that usual smirk on his face. he bit his bottom lip just slightly when he heard that wine from your soft lips. “hm? can you do that?” he examined your face, watching every bit of you move to his fingers quickening their pace inside of you. your breath hitched and you thought you were about to choke, but with one more inhale you managed to beg him with “please, anything you want, anything you want, osamu.”
you let out a sob, staring into his deep brown eyes that were tinted with high amusement and arousal. “okay, my pretty baby… look at me…” your eyes tried to focus on his orbs, but your eyelids threatened to close. you fought the urge as you came, dazai’s fingers now thrusting so hard to bump your clit with his palm every time.
“mmm… more, more..” he lost his smirk, hunger now coating his eyes when he licked his lips, fingers pulling out after your intense back-arching orgasm. he didn’t pull away completely now, contact was still made as simply used his hand to rub your pussy, massaging your sensitive clit as he watched you twitch and push half-heartedly at his chest. “come on, bella ~ you know the rules…”
youre so right! Gojo definitely is subby as well as a soft dom.
he definitely has a thing for calling his yn ‘mommy’ ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄
okay, i personally think he’s a switch.
but, YES - however i feel like he’s the type to say it on accident the first time. he’s just squeezing your waist with his large hands as he’s guiding you on his length. sweat beads trailing down his neck that was leaned back against the headboard.
the rapid pace of him BASICALLY using you as a fucktoy, his strength incredible as he starts to fuck up into you. “MMM—!! MOMMY~~~” he cries out, blue eyes squinted shut and lips parted, heavy breaths coming down.
don’t get me started on when he knows he’s about to cum, and his arms wrap around your waist and he’s buried face-deep in your chest, his hard chest trembling as he lets out a strangled, muffled cry, the peak of his orgasm has him saying “mommy mommy mommy.. ungh~ uuhhnnn…” as you squeeze him, milking him practically dry.
you swore you heard satoru’s pleads shudder, his voice trembling. you move your hand, your free hand (the one not stroking his cock), to his hair. a groan left his lips when you pulled his hair back, his head now flush against the pillow.
“baby,” he whispered, and you could see his eyebrows furrowed and lips parted in desperation. his cock leaked around your hand, smearing its precum as lube. “i can’t take it, nnm~” his lips came together before opening in a breathy sigh, that contorted slowly into a “fffuckkkk….”
you wish that stupid blindfold was off so you could see the way his eyes rolled back when you finally climbed on him, putting his tip near your entrance.
gojo grabbed your hips quicker than you could react, and he was begging. “please baby, just do it, do it,” he whispered, babbling as you felt the pressure of his hands push your hips down. “pleaseee,” gojo rasped out, voice suddenly deep yet whiny.
you tried to refrain, but he was so needy pushing you down like that. you wanted to take it slow, but your poor boyfriend was shaking, his cock throbbing at the idea of your sweet sweet pussy.
“go do research” …. you think i don’t know the guy tatted on the back of my calf and can determine that you can break his ego by calling him “little boy”?
gojo moans in the middle of your make-out sessions.
he’s a very expressive man. think about it. you’re placed on his lap on the couch, heels and dress still on while you straddle him, clad in his all-black tuxedo.
his large hand is under your chin, gripping your jaw to keep you in place as he licks and sucks whatever his mouth can attach to. every time you tried to grind on him, he’d let out a frustrated, shaky little “h-ha-“ into your mouth and place a hand on your hip to still you. he just wants to taste you. “stay still, pretty girl. i’m not done with my meal yet..” you could feel the vibrations of his words on your lips as he restrained from tilting your head back, towering over you and shoving his tongue into your mouth - but like i said, he restrained.
he wants to play nice with you for now before he shows you what he can really do.
so satoru fell victim to submission most days. he would feel your soft tongue brush and slide against his, and you kept your eyes open just barely to watch his own flutter closed. a little, raspy “mmn~” hummed through his lips as he sucks your bottom lip just slightly.
“do that with your tongue again,” he’d whisper to you, mouth reattaching hungrily before you could answer. shudders ran through his body when you did it, chest huffing out against yours while he trembled.
with just a swipe of your tongue, you could have gojo moaning “please please please please, don’t stop kissing me, come here, god…” while pulling at your clothing, trying everything to keep your mouth on his.
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