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White Lie
summary It's his first mixer as a pledge in his fraternity. His goal: get his v-card swiped by that hot, mysterious sorority girl with a bad attitude tags Fratjo but he's kind of a loser, loss of virginity, inexperienced boy x experienced girl, subby Gojo (kinda), intoxicated sex, alcohol and drug use, cunnilingus, squirting, nipple play, premature ejaculation, squirting, creampie, very mild degradation
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"What's yours gonna say?" Geto asks Gojo.
After week of rushing, the two friends finally got bids from the university's most popular fraternity—Theta Pi Upsilon–and were now pledges. Yeah, the doors it would open after college were cool, but the legendary parties was the real reason they rushed.
"I'm not telling, you're just gonna steal my idea," Gojo says as he scrawls something down on his white wife beater.
Tonight is their first mixer with one of the sororities and it was a white lie party.
"Dude, just lemme see," Geto bargains as he leans over Gojo's shoulder trying to get a peek.
"It's too small?" Geto reads aloud when the writing comes into view, struggling to hide his snicker.
"What?" Gojo asks defensively, "It's a good lie!"
"'I'm not a virgin' would be a better one."
Gojo swivels around in his chair and clamps a hand over his friend's mouth.
"I told you that in confidence!" He hisses through clenched teeth.
Geto shrugs his shoulder, nudging away Gojo's hand. "Nah man, you gotta fix that. Sukuna says the girls in Delta Phi are..." he trails off his sentence, punctuating it with a whistle.
"Don't get your hopes up. They're gonna forget all about you once they catch a glimpse of this," he boasts, flexing his biceps.
"Whatever, virgin," Geto taunts, his cruel laughter echoing down the hall as he leaves.
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Gojo had imagined that, not even 30 minutes into the party, he'd have a girl in his bed eager to see if he was really lying on his shirt, but unfortunately for him, not a single girl had come his way. They had all flocked to the brothers they already knew, the ones that have been around for a while and no longer had that eager sparkle that being a pledge had once brought to their eyes. Hell, even the sorority pledges were clinging to the other sisters, following them around as the mingled with the brothers.
He looks around the dimly lit frat house, the disco ball on the ceiling slightly helping him see better; Sukuna, the president, is surrounded by sorority girls that all seem to be immersed in whatever it is he's telling them, Toji, the vice president, is making out with a girl on the beaten up couch, Choso is in a corner smoking weed with Shiu, Takuma and two other girls, Naoya is doing shots with the few girls that somehow tolerated him, and even Geto has a few girls fawning over him and his shirt that says I have a micro penis.
He knew that fucker was gonna copy him.
The thrum of the loud music and slight alcoholic buzz does nothing to comfort the lone Gojo, not even checking out the sorority girls in their sexy outfits brings him comfort.
He's about ready to call it quits, order some food and chill in his room when his eyes lands on you. It's no surprise he didn't notice you before, given that you were sitting on the couch, too absorbed in your phone to mingle with anyone else.
Maybe you were in the same boat as him—another eager pledge that's struggling to fit in at their first mixer—so he approaches you.
You don't look up when he stands by you, still scrolling through reels, he notices.
"Hey."
"You need something?" You reply, eyes still glued to your phone.
He almost winces at your harsh attitude. What the fuck is even the point of showing up to a party you have no interest in.
"Nah, was just curious about your white lie."
In your slouched position, he couldn't see the writing on your white tube top, but he did appreciate the view of your cleavage he got.
You let out an annoyed sigh before clicking off your phone. Sitting up straight, you pull your top up a bit to reveal the wording: i'm staying sober tn.
Your disinterested eyes—that he now sees are low with reddened scleras—meet his cerulean ones.
"Happy?"
He nods, unsure of what to say, but you fill that gap in for him.
"Holy shit, your eyes are really fuckin blue."
"That's the only thing you notice about me?"
Your eyes scan his body from the backward hat atop his snowy white hair, to the writing on his shirt, down to his beat up converse.
"Ah, your shoe's untied."
With that, you stand from the couch with a slight stumble to your step as you walk away from him toward the drinks. Getting to see your ass—which looked so perfect in those low-waisted, denim booty shorts with a black thong peeking out—almost makes him forget about the painful interaction.
"Hey!" Sukuna's booming voice shouts over the music. The chatter in the room quiets down, everyone focusing on the tattooed president.
"We're gonna play a game so you pathetic little pledges can mingle."
Slight chatter picks up, all the pledges are exchanging confused looks while some of the senior brothers and sisters are sharing laughter.
"It's called perfect match," he explains. "Toji and I are gonna stick sticky notes with something written on it on your backs and your job is to figure out who your perfect match is without seeing your own card. For example." He pulls Toji over to him and turns him around so his broad back is facing the crowd. His large hand slaps a sticky note that reads pancakes on the other man's back.
"So now Toji would have to ask around for clues as to what his note says until he finds syrup." Sukuna then turns around and reveals the sticky note that says syrup stuck to his own back.
"And then," Toji's gruff voice adds, "once you find your perfect match, you two have to take a shot together!"
The glare Sukuna shoots him implies this was an impromptu addition he didn't approve of, but it's already out there now.
"Maybe your perfect match will help with your little problem," Geto teases, nudging Gojo's side.
"Fuck off. I'm so over this party."
"What? I'm having a great time. Five girls gave me their socials and this other one braided my hair," he boasts, flipping his long, silky hair over his shoulder, revealing one tiny braid that's already begun unraveling.
"Whatever. Do you know what that girl's deal is?" Gojo asks, subtly tilting his head in your direction.
You're standing against the wall away from everyone else, still glued to your phone as you smoke the joint between your fingers.
Geto shrugs his shoulders. "She's a junior or something. What, is she the one you want to swipe your v-card?"
"I didn't say all that," he bluffs, his eyes shamelessly checking you out. Something about your utter lack of interest and your foul attitude is really drawing him in.
"Go on, pledges," Toji says, slapping notes on either of the boys' backs, "find your perfect matches."
"What's mine say?" Geto asks, holding his hair out of the way.
"Shampoo," Gojo answers, completely defeating the purpose of the game.
"Mine?"
"Cereal."
Both of them scan the room to find their respective matches, but Gojo has absolutely no look.
"Ooh, I found conditioner. Bye!" With that, Geto hurries off to his perfect match.
Gojo's shoulders slump in disappointment. This mixer is not going at all how he hoped.
"Hey, cereal," a voice says as a hand clasps Gojo's shoulder.
He turns and sees you, finally not looking down at your phone this time. You turn your back to him and point to your note that says milk. He'd be lying if he said he only looked at the note and that his eyes didn't wander down to your ass.
"How'd y'know yours said milk?" He asks once you turn back to face him.
"I'm just that good."
“Good at lying, too, apparently," he jokes referring to your shirt.
You quirk up a confused brow.
"Cuz, y'know, you're not sober?"
"Ha. Funny. Speaking of, let's go take our shot."
Your hand clasps around his wrist, sending a tingle down his spine, and you drag him over to the drinks. He watches as you open the bottle of Tito's and expects you to pour the shots in the little, red solo shot cups, but you grab a full sized one instead. Half the cup is full by the time you stop pouring, leaving Gojo wondering if that was what you considered a shot.
"Cheers, pledge," you say, bumping the cup against his chest before chugging nearly two thirds of it. You don't even flinch at the burn or the taste.
"Here." You hand him the cup, your lipgloss mark on one side of it.
It's perverted and he knows it, but he purposely drinks from the same spot you did, however, he doesn't handle the shot as nearly as well as you. His face contorts in disgust as his chest burns.
"Awww," you giggle, "was that too much for you?" You coo with an infantilizing tone.
"N-no," he lies, willing the nasty taste to fade from his mouth. "Pour me another."
"Oh? Let me get you a chaser this time," you tease. But he wasn't gonna object to that.
You open the refrigerator and bend over as you peruse the bottom shelf. The way your short-shorts do practically nothing to cover your ass sends blood rushing directly to his cock. He makes quick work of tucking his hard-on into the waistband of his jeans before you turn back around with a bottle of Sprite in hand.
"Here." You toss it to him and he catches it effortlessly in one hand.
The shot you pour him is significantly smaller than the first one, but still bigger than a shot should be. He better suppresses his disgust the second time around and quickly washes it away with a few gulps of the soda.
You laugh a genuine laugh that makes the corners of your eyes crinkle.
"Gosh," you drunkenly stumble closer to him, almost falling into his arms but you catch yourself on the counter. "Your shirt should've said 'I can handle my liquor'," you joke, poking the center of his chest.
"But that's the truth," he teases, smiling at how your laughter resumed.
"Oh yeah? And this isn't?" You gesture to the writing on his shirt.
"What do you think?" Emboldened by the liquor, he steps even closer to you, leaving neither of you with personal space.
"You don't wanna know what I think." You bring up a hand to cup his face, squishing his cheeks together until his plush, pink lips pop out. "It might hurt your wittle fweshie feewings." To add insult to injury, you poke out your bottom lip in a playful pout and look up at him with fake sad eyes. Jokes on you, though; that only turns him on even more.
He grabs your hand and opens your palm, holding it against his strong chest. "I think I can prove you wrong." He slides it lower, down the ripples of his sculpted abs, stopping just above the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs that peek out from the jeans that hang low on his hips.
"Well, I'm waiting."
He slides your hand even lower until you can feel his hardness beneath his jeans. You slip your hand out of his and take advantage of the free range—palming him to the point of poorly held back whimpers.
His hand clasps around your wrist, pulling you away suddenly.
"What? You don't like that?" You ask mockingly.
"No, i-it's not that. It's just...if you keep touching me like that, I'm going to cum," he admits. He's grateful the lighting in here is so dim so you can't see how flushed his face is.
"Oh my god," you laugh, "you are such a virgin. Cumming from some petting? Really?"
When he doesn't jump to deny it, you put two and two together. "Oh my god, you really are a virgin?"
"S-shut up!" Fuck, if any of his frat brothers found this out, he'd be hazed to high hell.
"Hey," you say softly, cupping the side of his face in one of your smaller hands. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, baby."
He relaxes into your touch as you stroke his cheek with your thumb. Your sultry eyes meet his lust darkened ones at you stand on your tip toes to whisper in his ear.
"But we can change that, if you want."
Holy shit, he could have cum in his pants just from that. His heartbeat thudding in his ears drowns out the party's music as burning lust takes over his body,
"Fuck, yes please."
By the front of his wife-beater, you pull him down to meet your lips. He's kissed plenty of girls before (and Suguru, but they had socks on and it was for a dare so he swears it was no homo), but none quite like this. Your lipgloss is sticky against his lips and it tastes like berries, which masks the taste of alcohol. You continue to palm him as your lips move in tandem with his. It makes it harder for him to focus on keeping up with you, but damn does it feel good.
Your tongue slides its way into his eager mouth and your hand moves from his dick to cup his face. Unsure of what to do, he timidly sucks on your tongue, surprised by the feeling of a metal ball against the roof of his mouth.
"Touch me," you order, momentarily pulling away from the kiss.
Your hands wrap around his neck and his around your waist. He pulls you impossibly closer, his aching cock right over your clothed mons. All thought of what are to come are silenced by your mouth on his, grounding him and keeping him in the moment. That's all he can focus on, anyway—your tongue in his mouth, licking behind his teeth, tasting him all over. His hands finally stray from your waist and cup your ass, he gropes the malleable flesh, his hands slipping underneath the denim to get an even better grip.
Gojo feels you moan into his mouth as he subconsciously grinds you against his throbbing boner. Fuck, he's so close to just cumming in his jeans. You pull his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away from the kiss.
"Let's go to your room, yeah?"
He nods eagerly and effortlessly picks you up in his arms. The walk to his room is a short one, but in the time span, you manage to cover his neck in hickeys as you grind your clothed cunt over his boner.
He sits you gently on his bed and you kick off your low top converse. Gojo stands there awkwardly, not fully sure of what should happen next. Should he do something? Were you gonna take the lead again?
You sigh and stand from the bed, approaching Gojo whose face you could now see was flushed pink with drunkenness and arousal. You don't say anything snarky or deride him for not knowing what to do like he expects you to, instead, your soft hands slide under his shirt, gliding up his abs, your touch sending shivers down his spine. Your hands stop at his chest. He had spent so much time on pecs at the gym that he could almost give Toji a run for his money, almost. You give them a good squeeze before zeroing in on his nipples. He lets out a yelp when you pinch them.
"What? Don't like that?"
"No, no. Keep going."
His dick was oozing with pre-cum at this point, his arousal so strong it was overstimulating. Each tweak of his nipples from your fingers goes right down south to his dick. He really thought he could hold it together until he was enveloped in the warmth of your cunt, but when he feels your warm mouth and that god forsaken tongue piercing on his nipple, he can't hold back anymore.
"Fuck," he groans, head tossed back in ecstasy as he finishes in his jeans.
When you pull away from his chest, his nipples are puffy and red and shiny with your saliva.
"You're so fucking sensitive, virgin," you goad, flicking his nipple, causing him to visibly shiver at the sensation.
He steps up to you, toe to toe, his chest to face so you look up at him to compensate for the height difference.
"I doubt you're much better," he rebuts after finding his confidence again, stepping closer for each of your steps back until you're falling back onto the mattress. He pulls his top off over his head and tosses it aside.
"Try me, pledge," you challenge.
He kneels to the floor between your legs that rest on the side of the mattress. His bright blue eyes look up at you as be unbuttons your shorts and pulls them down along with your thong. The sight of your soaked cunt has him in awe. Just the thought of him being able to have someone like you that aroused brings his flaccid cock back to life. He places both of your thighs over his shoulders, his face eagerly diving between them. You shudder when his nose bumps against your stiffened clit. His flattened tongue laps up the arousal from your slit, stopping at your aching clit. He puts his warm lips around it, sucking gently, making sure not to put too much pressure on your clit too soon. You’re writhing beneath him as inconsistent twinges of pleasure course through your nervous system. That wasn’t gonna be enough for him, though, he wants to make you moan, make you come undone on his tongue.
Gojo applies more pressure to your clit, fully sucking on it, filling the room with lewd slurping sounds.
“Ah!” You finally moan, fingers gripping his comforter. “Keep doing that.”
He smiles against your soft skin before continuing his ministrations. His mouth moves away from your clit, sloppily making out with your cunt until his pointed tongue prods at your hole. Your hands stroke his fluffy hair as he eats you out, his long tongue prodding at your g-spot.
“Oh my god,” you moan, your thighs shaking, “why are you actually good at this?”
He reluctantly pulls away. “I said I’m a virgin, not a loser.”
His mouth is back on you in an instant, this time his fingers working in tandem. Hearing the breathy moans falling from your lips sends more blood rushing straight to his cock, making him hard all over again. God, he was willing to just stay between your legs forever, fully satisfied with getting off to nothing but the taste of your pussy on his tongue and the sounds of your moans.
Your fingers unintentionally tug at his hair, but that only makes him moan against your pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your spine. His fingers and mouth swap places. With no resistance, his middle and ring fingers slide right in. Once he finds your g-spot–that ribbed spongy spot that makes you nearly scream– he doesn’t let up. Not when your thighs clamp around his head, not when your grip in his hair grows impossibly tight, and not even when your ankles cross behind his neck as you scream out in pleasure, your orgasm taking over you.
He wishes he could’ve seen it, so he keeps going. He slides in a third finger as he keeps sucking on your clit, the nub pressed between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. With his free hand, he presses down on your lower stomach which intensifies each sensation.
“Ah! Holy shit. ‘M gonna cum again,” your slur, your thighs shaking. Your cunt hugs his fingers tightly as he continues to pump them up against your g-spot. Gojo, too, wasn’t too far off from his own orgasm. His dick is also eager for attention, but he doesn’t dare take a single hand off you.
You fall back against the mattress, your back arching as the sensation that you’re about to pee suddenly overwhelms you.
“W-wait!” You stutter, weakly trying to nudge Gojo’s head away. When he applies more pressure to your stomach, you can’t hold back anymore. Ecstasy washes over you, your whole body tensing as you cum for the second time, this time soaking Gojo’s face as you squirt.
“Goddamn,” Gojo admires when he pulls away. His pupils are blown, his face flushed and soaked.
“I- How the fuck did you do that?” You ask in awe, your entire body feeling like it’s floating.
“I’m just that good.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” you laugh, playfully kicking his shoulder. He catches your ankle and presses a kiss to it.
“You do crazy things to my body,” he sighs dreamily dragging your bare foot down to feel the aching boner tenting his jeans.
“I can tell.”
You sit up and pull him into the bed.
“Lay down,” you instruct, guiding him to lay against his pillows.
His eyes are full of lust and wonder as they follow your every movement. You unbutton his jeans and he lifts his hips up so you can pull them down. There’s an obvious wet spot on his white boxer-briefs from where he came. You pull those down, too and he springs up, standing tall against his abs.
“Believe me now?”
Your mouth waters at the sight. He’s definitely not too small, matter of fact, he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever had. Prettier too. He keeps his hair–which, to your surprise, matches the hair on his head–trimmed low. Like him, his dick was pale, but it had a pinkish hue to it with prominent veins running along the underside.
“Perhaps,” you tease.
When you wrap your hand around him, your fingers don’t even meet. He shivers, his cock sensitive to even the slightest touch.
“P-please, need to feel you,” he whimpers, blue eyes pleading with yours.
You’ve put him through enough and he more than earned it, so, without anymore teasing, you finally give in. You straddle his hips, supporting yourself on your knees as you grab him.
You teasingly glide his leaking tip across your slit. He eagerly watches as you line him up with your hole. Before he’s even all the way in, you start feeling full.
“You feel so good,” he groans, fisting the bedsheets.
Your pussy squeezes his dick even tighter than it did his thee fingers. Slowly, you sink all the way down until his cock disappears into your cunt.
“You’re huge,” you tell him, which makes him twitch inside of you.
“I warned you.” He winks.
“Shut up,” you laugh. “Let me know when I can move.”
“Please do. I’m ready.”
You can’t help but laugh at how eager he is. Slowly, you lift yourself up before dropping back down. His eyes are glued to your tits as you ride him. They bounce beneath your tube top in unison with you, falling down slightly with each movement.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, his head thrown back against the headboard, his eyes fluttering shut. Your pussy feels better than his hand ever could, besides, his hand doesn’t come with a beautiful woman attached to it.
You grab his hands that rest dumbly at his sides and put them on your tits.
“You scared to touch me or something, virgin?”
“Hey, you can’t call me that anymore,” he says proudly, a dimpled smirk spreading across his face.
He doesn’t hesitate to pull down your tube top, finally freeing your tits from its confines. Your nipples are stiff with arousal, perfect for him to pinch between his thumb and forefinger. Stars fill your vision as Gojo’s cock damn near splits you in half, another orgasm building up in your lower belly.
“I’m so close,” he moans. His hands are gripping your hips tightly as he meets you halfway, thrusting up into you.
You cup his face in your hands, your fingers brushing against his pink, kiss-swollen lips. He obediently opens his mouth when you prod it open with your thumb. A glob of your saliva drips into his open mouth and he ardently swallows.
“You’re such an obedient little slut,” you praise as you clench down on his cock.
He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you down to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss. Your hands idly play with the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on it every now and then upon realizing it turns him on.
“Can I cum inside? Please?”
You nod, giving him the go ahead, before pulling him back to your lips again. Your knees grow weak. legs shaking as your third orgasm quickly approaches. Gojo moans into your mouth as he fills your cunt with his hot cum. Like the generous lover he’s been proving himself to be, he fucks you through your own orgasm. When you climb off him, his cum leaks out of your cunt, dripping down your thigh.
You collapse beside Gojo on his bed.
“Instead of ‘virgin,’ you can call me Satoru, y’know,” he tells you after catching his breath.
“Okay, Satoru,” you say, trying out his name. You run a finger along his body all the way back down to his sensitive, semi-hardened cock.
“Say it again.”
“Saatooruu,” you repeat, drawing out each syllable.
“Again."
He rolls over on top of you, caging you between his arms. His lips are on your neck, peppering kisses and hickeys down to your collarbones, then your breasts. He squeezes them both together before taking both nipples into his mouth.
“Satoru!” you moan.
You can see the smile in his eyes as he continues to suck on your breasts. With his free hand, he strokes himself back to full hardness again before lining it up with your cum-soaked pussy. You moan upon the entry, his large dick still stretching you a bit. Your legs wrap around his slender waist, holding him close as he thrusts into you.
“I can never get enough of this,” he praises.
You can feel almost every detail of his dick–every vein, how it curves slightly–as he thrusts into you. He fills you up more than any other man ever has, his tip pounding against your g-spot.
“Harder, Satoru!” you whine, your nails gliding down his muscular back.
“Fuck,” he sputters, the pain bringing his orgasm even closer.
With one hand to support himself, he uses the other to grip the headboard as he does his best to give in to your demands. Your pussy sucks him back in with every thrust, making it almost impossible for him to pull out–not that he was planning to. When you look up at him with your own lust darkened eyes, you see he’s already looking at you as if you were his prey.
You don’t even warn him when you cum this time, but by how your cunt has a vice grip on him and your eyes roll back, he can tell. He loses all rhythm to his movements when he finally finishes again, his cum dripping out of you before he’s done emptying himself.
Face flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, he collapses onto your chest, nuzzling himself against your boobs. You don’t even think twice before running your fingers through his damp hair. Gojo seemingly can’t keep his hands off you at this point, given that he’s toying with one of your nipples while his mouth keeps the other occupied. This time, yours are the puffy, sensitive ones that are now stained with hickeys. You can’t help but whimper at his touch. When he finally pulls away, he looks up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes.
“Can I eat your pussy again?”
Dirty Laundry
summary When you find out your sexy neighbor took a pair of your panties, you confront him. tags perv!Toji. vague implied age gap, masturbation (male), panty kink, spanking, semi-public sex, cunnilingus
note discovered an old WIP from months ago and decided to finally finish it :p i took a fat break from writing a while ago and still feel like a bum bc i'm worse than my prime. oh well, that means i can only get better from here...i hope
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Your shitty apartment building didn't have much to offer because it was exactly that–shitty. The building was always somehow falling apart but the slumlord never did anything about it, your neighbors were either involved in shady activities, old creeps who came here to die alone because they had no family, or parents with unruly kids who constantly terrorize their downstairs neighbors. You liked nothing about this apartment complex.
But there was one thing: sexy neighbor guy. You didn't know his name, so in your head, you affectionately dubbed him sexy neighbor guy. You knew nothing about him, other than that he lives in the same building as you and usually does his laundry around the same time you did yours. He usually came in around the same time you were finishing up. His steely blue eyes would watch you closely as you were bent over, taking your clothes out of the dryer. You'd pretend not to see him and just go about your business, but on your way out, you were always sure to walk past him–maybe even bump into him a little–with a sexy sway to your hips.
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You were in the laundry room again, stuffing a washing machine on the lower level with your dirty laundry from the past two weeks. You heard the sound of the dryer above you open and felt a presence behind you. As they took their clothes out of the dryer, their crotch occasionally bumped against your ass. Assuming it was accidental, you tried to ignore it as you hurried to empty your laundry basket into the washer. It kept happening, but instead of the occasional bump, it seemed intentional, like they were trying to hump you. You slammed your washer shut and stood up, turning to face the person.
"Watch it, old ma–" your words died when you looked up and made eye contact with sexy neighbor guy. He towered over you, his muscular arm caging you between him and the laundry appliances. The side of his lip with that sexy scar on it quirked up in a smirk.
"Oops," he said, his voice deep and seductively taunting.
Your mouth opened and closed, words unable escape out of pure shock.
"You mind?" he asked, slightly nudging you out of the way so he could continue what he was doing. Indignantly, you watched as he gathered his dry clothes as if nothing happened. Your face burned, not with rage like it should have, but with shame. Shame that you were happy it was sexy neighbor guy's crotch bumping against your ass.
"Perv!" you spat as you stormed out of the laundry room. He turned around, watching you leave with that smirk still on his face, his eyes glued to your ass in those little pajama shorts you had on.
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The next time you saw sexy neighbor guy in the laundry room was when you were taking your clean clothes out of the dryer. He was just coming in, a trash bag of dirty clothes slung over his shoulder. The only free washing machine happened to be the one beneath the dryer you were currently vacating, so he stood behind you, leaning against the counter watching you predatorily as he waited.
"I'll be out of your way in a sec, old perv," you said, mumbling the last part. He didn't say anything, just offered a hum of acknowledgement. You finished up quickly and were about to leave when his deep voice caught your attention.
"You got a quarter?" He asked.
You looked him up and down, wondering where he got the audacity after that stunt he pulled last week.
"Excuse me?" you replied, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"For the machine."
You don't know why, but suddenly your hand reached into your back pocket and pulled out a quarter before handing it to him. He grabbed it from you, his warm hand lingering against yours for longer than necessary.
"Thanks."
You nodded and scurried out of there, your face burning as butterflies fluttered in your tummy. Toji just shrugged his shoulders and went about his washing.
...
When Toji finished washing and drying his clothes, he put them back in that same trash bag and headed back to his apartment. He dumped the clean clothes out onto his bed and began folding them. He was almost done when he came across a pair of panties that definitely weren't his. They were lavender and lacy with a little bow on the front and he was almost certain they were yours. After all, he did use the same washer and dryer you did. Shamelessly, he brought the garment up to his nose and inhaled deeply, smelling nothing but laundry detergent and fabric softener. He'd have preferred to smell you on them instead. He'd love to see you in them too. See your ass jiggle in those cute little panties pulled to the side as you rode him in reverse cowgirl. He'd be sure to smack it a few times, too. You'd look so cute with his handprints peeking out from underneath them. The mental image sent blood rushing to his cock.
He laid down on his bed beside his folded clothes and fished phone from his pocket. Yes, it was perverted, but, no, he felt no shame at the creep-shots of you filling his camera roll. He pulled himself out of his grey sweatpants and scrolled to his favorite photo of you–one where you were bent over as you took your clothes from the washer, your exercise shorts tightly hugging your perfect ass. He pumped a squirt of lotion from his bedside table into his palm before fisting his cock into his hand. The next picture he scrolled to was one of you leaving the laundry room. It was cold that day and he really liked the way your nipples poked through your tank top.
"Fuck," he swore to himself as he increased the pace of his hand. He squeezed his hand around it just a bit more, imagining it was your tight, warm cunt milking him instead. In his mind's eye, you were straddling him, your head thrown back in pleasure as his dick made you whole again, your tits perfectly in his view bouncing as you rode him. The scene suddenly changed and you were beneath him, face down with your back arched and ass in the air, jiggling with each slap as your back-most hole nearly sucked the soul out of him. Frantically, he grabbed your panties and held the gusset to his leaking tip.
"Ah! Toji, fill me up," his imagination of you begged. His eyes screwed shut as he spilled himself onto your panties. Oh, how he wished he could make fantasy a reality.
...
You were already in the laundry room the next time Toji saw you. Your basket sat abandoned on the table as you took a phone call on the other side of the room, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip the cum stained panties in without you noticing. On his way out, he smacked you on the ass and said "Nice panties," ignoring your indignant little "hey!"
When you picked up a pair of your panties to fold, you were beyond surprised to feel something cold and slimy. Upon examining them closer and seeing the semi-dried whiteish goo in the gusset, Toji's comment floated across your mind, helping you put two and two together.
...
"Hey, old perv," you called out to Toji the next time you saw him.
He smirked at title you bestowed upon him and, to your surprise, answered to it.
" 'Sup?"
You tossed your panties he stained with his cum at him and he effortlessly caught it in one hand.
"If you want a pair of my panties you better come get them off me yourself instead of stealing my shit like some kind of freak!"
"First of all," he closed the distance and stood toe to toe with you, "they got mixed in my laundry, I didn't steal shit." Swallowing nervously at the proximity, you looked up at him, still standing your ground.
"Second of all," he pulled at the waistband of your sweat pants and took a peek at the panties you had on, "I want that pair you got on right now."
Other than you and your sexy neighbor, the laundry room was empty, and you sure hoped it'd stay that way.
"Help yourself."
Toji made quick work of bending you over the counter. Your ass, that perfect ass he's been fantasizing about for who knows how long, was finally his.
"You really sure about this?"
"You want these panties or not?"
Of course, the low chuckle that rumbled in his throat had to be sexy too.
Within seconds, your sweat pants were pooled at your ankles and your panty clad cunt exposed to the cool, air conditioned air of the laundromat.
"Your ass looks good in red," he observed, taking in your simple red panties, trimmed with lace the same color.
"Thank y—" Your own scream cut you off when he sent a swift slap to your ass. It stung to the point of itching and you could practically still feel his hand. He sent a slap to the other side, earning a shriek from you.
"If you don't keep it down, someone's gonna come rushing in here."
You gave him a nod, expecting another sharp slap, but instead his large hands rubbed the fat of your ass soothingly, squeezing and groping the flesh in the process. Your thighs couldn't help but clench together, his ministrations making your cunt throb salaciously.
"I've fantasized about this ass," he praised before leaning down to bite it.
You yelped again, this time because you were caught by surprise. Toji sighed from behind you.
"You're just begging to get caught, aren't you."
"Hey, this is mostly your fau—" The sound of another spank resounding through the empty laundry room shut you up mid sentence.
"Guess I gotta keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet."
You wanted to ask what he meant by that, but your question was quickly answered when he flipped you onto your back. The indiscriminate sound of fabric tearing caught your attention, but before you could scold him, your mouth was filled by the fabric of your own torn panties. His head was now settled between your thighs as if it belonged there. The deep inhale he took of your pussy had you trying to squirm away, but the grip he kept on your thighs was almost bruisingly tight.
"This was what I was hoping your panties would smell like."
"Wha? Sherwioshly?" you mumbled through the fabric impeding your speech.
"Mhmm," he hummed contently, taking another sniff, "I bet they smell even better when you get back from the gym."
The sheer vulgarity of his statements made your pussy clench around nothing. He turned his attention to your thigh, pressing sloppy, wet kisses on it, giving it the treatment your cunt was aching for. You squeezed your thighs together intentionally, hoping he'd get the hint and eat you out already, but instead he bit you, hard, and forced your knees back open. Ignoring your cunt again, he turned his attention to your other thigh, nipping at it with his teeth and sucking marks into the malleable flesh.
"Pweashe," came your garbled begging.
"Since you asked so nicely."
Finally, his pink lips were around your stiff clit, sucking on it with enough force to have you squirming. Instinctively, your hands flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in the inky black strands. With his other hand, his thick fingers slid up and down your slippery slit with absolutely no resistance. Two of his thick fingers entered your desperate hole, stretching you oh so nicely.
"Fuck," he breathed, feeling how tightly you squeezed his fingers, "Baby, you needed this."
"Mmhmphh!"
His mouth never left your clit as he prepared you to take him. Thick, long fingers pressed against your sweet spot in rapid succession, your legs shaking as your orgasm built up. The sounds of washers and dryers tumbling did little to drown out the squelching sounds of him finger fucking your wet cunt and your muffled moans.
Your hands desperately tugged at his hair as the pleasure overwhelmed you. Sensing how desperately you needed to cum, he sucked on your clit even harder as he curled his fingers, abusing the spot that made your legs shake around him.
He couldn't understand the unintelligible scream you let out as you came, but the message got across all the same. Heat flooded across your body, your vision going white as the coil in your core burst, your orgasm overtaking your body. You felt empty when he pulled his fingers out, but they were quickly replaced by his tongue. As you came, he sloppily made out with your pussy without a care in the world for all the noise he was making.
His face was flushed and the lower half was shining with a mix of his saliva and your arousal when he pulled away. In one swift motion, he yanked off his compression shirt. You could clearly see each defined muscle through the top, but god, you were still shocked to see how sculpted his body was without it.
Toji finally removed the undergarment from your mouth before pocketing them.
"You weren't kidding about taking my underwear."
"Nope," he agreed as he leaned over you, the silver chain around his neck you didn't notice before dangling in your face.
His steely blue eyes stared into yours, spiking your heart rate. You shyly glanced down at his shiny, pink lips before chancing another look into his eyes. He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head, barely able to hold back a smirk.
"Don't get all shy on me now," he teased, cupping your face in one hand.
"I'm not!"
"Then look at me."
You did and your face went hot almost immediately. Being spread out half bare before him, him between your thighs didn't feel nearly as vulnerable as making eye contact with him. His thumb softly brushed across your lips before gently coaxing them apart.
"Attagirl," he praised as he slid his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
You obediently sucked on his thumb, careful not to gag when he'd push it back too far, all while maintaining eye contact. Now, his eyes were so darkened by lust you almost forgot what color they were, but he never took them off you. He eased his thumb out of your mouth, still holding it open.
Leaning down, he closed the distance tongue first, engulfing you in a sloppy kiss that was more about satiating a hunger more than anything else. Your eyes fluttered shut, long lashes kissing your cheeks as you melted into him. instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he kissed you deeply, his tongue traversing the inside of your mouth.
You gasped upon feeling his thick, leaky tip sliding up and down your arousal slicked slit. Finally, he lined himself up with your awaiting hole. His two fingers he prepped you with were nothing in comparison to the size of his dick.
"S'too big," you whined, pulling away from his lips.
"Aw, c'mon, you can take it," he teased, void of any sympathy.
He slid in just a bit more, fully sheathing his tip inside of you. You winced, your hands tightly gripping his broad shoulders.
"It hurts!"
"Okay, baby," he agreed, kissing down your neck, "I'll go slow."
You relaxed when he slid out of you, replacing his dick with two of his fingers instead. He wasn't going easy on your neck, though. You felt his teeth and tongue more than you felt his soft lips.
"Ah!, Right there," you moaned when he bit the curve between your neck and shoulder.
You were sure your neck would be covered with bite marks and bruises, but you didn't care—it'd serve as a memento from some of the best sex you've had.
You hardly noticed when Toji entered a third finger, but you did notice when he curled them to reach that spongy spot that had your legs quaking. With his free hand, he yanked your tank top down, finally getting access to your soft tits. Arousal and the cold air wafting through the laundry room left your nipples achingly stiff. In no time, he took one of them into his mouth, sucking the hardened peak between the roof of his mouth and tongue.
Your moans grew loud enough to drown out both the sound of his fingers squelching in and out of your cunt and the low rumble of the laundry machines.
"Someone's gonna hear you moaning and catch us like this," Toji warned again.
"Oh, you'd like that, huh?" He teased, feeling you clench around him at the thought of it.
"Sh...shut up!" You whimpered between pants.
"Nah, I'm gonna have you screaming my name," he took his fingers out, the switch between them and his dick almost seamless, "Let everyone know who's fucking you this good."
Your cheeks grew even hotter upon realizing you didn't even know his name.
"I...um...I don't even know your name," you shamefully admitted.
"Toji."
Of course his name would fit him perfectly—sexy, memorable, easy to moan.
This time, when he slid his dick inside of you, it was nearly painless. He filled you up better than his fingers could, hitting every pleasure spot as he slid himself inside of you.
"Fuuuck," he groaned, feeling how tight your cunt hugged him.
He wasn't gonna last long with you.
"You've been teasin' me for months, always comin' in here bending over in those little shorts."
"I always feel you staring at me when I'm in here."
"Can you blame me? Been dreamin' 'bout fuckin' this tight pussy since I first saw you."
His thrusts grew faster and rougher, your pussy sucking him back in each time. Strings of profanities fell from his mouth as your pussy nearly sucked the soul out of him.
"'M close," he grunted, pace growing sloppy.
Your legs wrapped around him even tighter, the waves of pleasure he was delivering growing overwhelming. Toji stops for a second, unwrapping your legs from around him and instead putting them over his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate you at an even deeper angle.
"Oh my god, Toji!" You screamed, the orgasmic coil in your core tightening, ready to explode.
His flushed face was sweaty, silver chain swinging in your face as he thrusted, his own dick twitching inside of you as he edged himself.
"Please, Toji," you whined, not even knowing what it was you were asking for, "gonna cum!"
"Cum on my cock," he urged, voice deep and raspy.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you came, your pussy squeezing Toji impossibly tight. Toji tried to fuck you through it, he really did, but he couldn't hold back his orgasm anymore. He emptied his hot load inside you, moaning in ecstasy as he did.
"Wanna go back to my apartment?" He asked, pulling his softening cock out before tucking it back into his pants.
"Oh my god, yes."
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I’m back after a year and summer break still doesn’t have a part 3? please I’m yearning
not a whole year...i'm sorry, here it is 😅
Summer Break
final part
dadsbsf! Negan x F! Reader x dadsbsf! Rick
summary Rick and Negan are fed up with your little games... tags smut, name calling, mean Rick and Negan
note @a-vampire-bat after a gajillion years, here's the final part. thank you for this scrumptious idea! even tho it took a while, i enjoyed writing it.
p.s. i wanted to get this out as quick as possible so it's not quite proofread
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As the sun sets, guests slowly trickle out the once lively backyard. Though, signs of the party still litter the green grass: paper plates, red solo cups, fruit carnage, popped water balloons—just a bunch of shit for everyone to clean up. Everyone meaning Negan and Rick who, thankfully, always stay after these parties end, her parents, and, of course, her. But does she stick around to help clean up? Never. This time, her excuse is that it's too cold outside and she might catch a cold from being out here, wet and still in her bikini.
She takes her sweet time in the shower, making sure she gets all the chlorine out her hair and off her body. It's only necessary that she uses her best smelling shampoo and body wash paired with a matching lotion and coordinating perfume. By the time she finally gets out of the shower, the hot water's all used up, her fingers are wrinkly as prunes, and the backyard—from what she could see through the frosted glass window— is finally cleaned up.
A cursory knock she could barely hear over her blow drier sounds at the door.
" 'M almost done," she shouts over the loud noise of her drier.
"There's only one bathroom in this house and you've been in it all damn day!" Negan grumbles from the other side.
She clicks off the drier—her hair was dry enough, she decided—and cracks the door just enough for her to peek at Negan who's standing right outside the bathroom, strong arms folded over his chest and a mildly irritated look on his face.
"Hiiii," she innocently coos, blinking up at him through long lashes.
"You gonna let me use the bathroom or what?" He huffs.
"I said 'm almost done!"
"Hurry it up!"
She rolls her eyes. "Can I at least grab my towel, or are you gonna make me walk out here naked?"
Negan's interest is piqued. He, not so subtly, tries to take a peek at her from the small gap of the slightly opened door.
Towel loosely wrapped around her naked body, she finally steps out, letting Negan have the bathroom.
"If you're that desperate to see me naked again, y'know where to find me."
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She's laying on her bed filling in a crossword puzzle when a gentler knock steals her attention.
"Who is it?"
"It's me," Rick says before clarifying, "Rick."
"Come in!"
He lets himself in, the smell of outside immediately flooding your senses, but it suites Rick and his slightly rugged appearance.
"Thanks for all your help cleanin' up out there," he deadpans, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.
"You're welcome," she replies, ignoring the sarcasm that dripped from his voice.
He runs his roughish hand along her smooth calf, then thigh, then his touch momentarily leaves her before she feels a smack on her ass. Her lack of pants assured she felt the itchy sting of his slap.
"Hey!" she squeals, focus now solely on Rick, crossword puzzle now forgotten.
He takes said crossword and flips through the booklet, looking at your progress.
"Since when do you do word puzzles?"
She takes the booklet from Rick, closes it, and sets it on her bedside table. "Since I'm bored."
"Bored?"
"Mmhmm...you took forever cleanin' up out there."
His hand that was resting on her ass slides up her body, underneath her baggy t-shirt, caressing her bare back.
"It'd've gone faster if you helped."
She rolled her eyes and crawled over to Rick, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Didn' wanna catch a cold," she mutters, nuzzling against his neck.
Rick hums noncommittally, deciding this wasn't something worth arguing about. The kisses she’s pressing to the side of his neck made the whole ordeal forgettable, anyway.
"Besides, you promised me you were gonna finish what you started.”
“I did, didn’ I?”
He unravels her arms from his neck and guides her into his lap. His growing boner shamelessly prods at her pussy, the only thing separating them being her panties and his jeans. She takes full advantage of that, grinding on him as he trails kisses from the nape of her neck, down her spine until the soft cotton neckline of her t-shirt cuts him off. Impatiently, he lifts the ratty shirt over her head, happy to see she has nothing on underneath.
“Been waitin’ for this all day,” he admits between kisses as his warm hand slides up her torso.
She cranes her neck to face him, pulling his face closer to hers. “I’ll make it up to you.” Their lips meet in a kiss that starts off gentle, but hungry aggression takes over. Rick turns her to face him completely before reattaching his lips to hers, his tongue inviting itself into her mouth. The roughness of his hard-on through his jeans feels good against her stiffened clit, but it's not enough.
Without breaking the kiss, she tugs at the hem of Rick's t-shirt, sick of the unnecessary separation between them. He doesn't give in, though, almost as if he's punishing her for being such a tease earlier and instead slips his hands down the waistband of her panties, groping the fat of her ass. His thick fingers are so close to where she wants them, but still, he won't give in. Not even when she whines, grinding even harder against him.
Before either of them could react, her bedroom door flies open. Rick quickly turns his back to the door, doing his best to shield the vulnerably naked girl in his lap. Upon seeing it's only Negan, both of them relax, just a little.
"Can't you knock?" Rick sneers.
"Yeah, what's your fuckin' problem?" She chimes in, heart still racing from the panic he caused.
"My problem? What's your fuckin' problem. Door's not even locked, both your parents are home, and you're about to fuck your dad's best friend?" Negan rebuts, signature shit eating smirk on his face.
"Wh– I– ugh!" Frustratedly, she buries her face into Rick's chest.
Negan invites himself the rest of the way into her room before locking the door behind him.
"When you invited me over to see you naked again, you didn't tell me you were gonna be in this dickhead's lap."
"First come, first serve," Rick boasts.
The shame that follows the vulnerability of them both seeing her like this comes close to overpowering her arousal, keeping her buried in Rick's strong chest.
"Actually," Negan corrects as he steps to the edge of the bed where you were hiding against Rick, "I was here first."
His hand slides up her soft, bare back before clasping his hand around the back of her neck. Nervously, she chances a peek at the looming man. He takes advantage of the opportunity and grabs her jaw, tilting her head up to look at him.
"You wanna tell Rick what we were about to do earlier?"
Rick's grip on her loosens as he looks at her incredulously. He's pretty sure he has a good idea of what Negan is referring to. Negan turns her head to face Rick, her eyes meeting his blue ones that fought to contain his anger.
"He...he was jus' helpin' me pick out a swim suit."
"Then what?" Rick pries.
"T-then..." Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Negan smirking, eyes darkening in a way that both scared and aroused her. "Then we almost had sex."
The admission takes both men by surprised. Rick was expecting a lie whereas Negan thought she'd remain tightlipped. The fact of the matter is that she owes neither of them loyalty, they both want her, and they're both turned on and in her bedroom. Why beat around the bush when she should make the most of her summer break?
She tilts her head out of Negan's grasp. "You two need to stop this pissin' contest and learn to share."
"Share?" Negan repeats, an eyebrow raised. His eyes meet Rick's whose are twinkling with mischief.
"You heard her."
"On your knees," Rick commands, easing her down to kneel on the carpeted floor.
Before her stand Rick and Negan, towering over her menacingly watching her with lust-darkened eyes.
"C'mon, baby," Negan says as he undoes his belt, "you know what to do."
Much to Negan's demise, she starts with Rick. His belt is off in almost no time and pants unbuttoned. His dick, eager and erect, springs up against his clothed abdomen.
She's not a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but the size of Rick seems like it'd be a whole new experience. His skin feels soft and warm in her hand, his veins protruding and disrupting the smoothness on her fingertips. When she looks up at Rick, he seems unimpressed. Gathering all the saliva in her mouth she could, she spits on his dick before resuming her stroking.
"Attagirl," Rick praises, his blushing tip leaking pre-cum.
"You just gonna ignore me after I came all this fuckin' way to see you?" Negan complains.
She rolls her eyes before taking Rick into her mouth. Her mouth is so slick and warm around him, a sensation he hasn't felt in a long time due to an unsatisfactory marriage. She holds onto his hips for support as she bobs her head up and down the length of him. She can almost, almost take him completely, but every time his tip hits the back of her throat, she gags a little, making hot tears prick at her eyes.
"Fuck," he grunts, "keep goin', princess, I know you can take the whole thing."
"Maybe for you," Negan scoffs.
As Rick shoots him daggers through his glare, she takes the rest of him down her throat and his attention is immediately back on her. He doesn't even mind the slight scrape of her front teeth as she struggles to deepthroat him.
"Are you seriously gonna make me watch you sick this small dicked prick off like some goddamn cuck?"
Her gaze shifts over to Negan's lust-filled hazel ones. In her periphery, she can see him twitching in his pants, impatiently waiting his turn. She doesn't break eye contact with him as she works to bring Rick to his climax which is rapidly approaching. He's trying to keep his composure so as not go embarrass himself in front of Negan, she can tell by his restrained grunts and the stiffness in his stance.
She's not having that.
She reaches between his thighs, underneath his boxer-briefs and fondles his balls in her hand, occasionally giving them a gentle squeeze, urging him to let loose and finally cum. His eye involuntarily loll back as moans, pleasure freeing him from the restraints of his inhibitions.
"Goddamit," he mutters between pants," I'm gonna—"
She gives his balls one more good squeeze before he finally cums in her mouth. Because it's him, the salty twang tastes good on her tongue.
Negan, who thinks it's finally his turn, undoes his belt as what he thinks is a favor to her. Instead, he is taken by surprise when she stands up and cups his face in her gentle hands. He mistakes the mischievous glint in her eyes for adoration as she strokes his cheeks with her thumbs. Getting on her tiptoes, she pulls Negan down to her for a kiss, tongue first. He melts into her almost immediately, sucking on her tongue while he feels up her mostly naked body.
Tired of having to lean down to meet her, he picks her up without breaking the kiss. His large hands go straight to her ass, groping and kneading at the soft fat. He can feel how wet the gusset of her panties are, feeling how desperate and in need of attention she is down there too. But did she even deserve that after all her teasing? She wraps her legs around his hips like a koala, grinding her achy clit against the roughness of his erection through his jeans.
He pulls away from her, that gossamer string of saliva between them splitting.
"You've been teasin' me since I got here, but you're just expectin' me to give you whatever the hell it is you want, aren't you?"
"Mhm," she nods, nipping at the skin of his neck.
He squeezes her face in one of her hands making her lips puff out in a pout.
"Well, that's not how it works, sweetheart."
With that, he tosses her onto her own bed. Before she can even get reoriented, both men are surrounding her—Rick at her side and Negan kneeling between her legs. Negan, the impatient man he is, yanks her panties down her legs, leaving her fully bare before the mostly clothed men. He carelessly tosses them aside before focusing entirely on the woman in front of him. Her arousal nearly leaks down onto her comforter, her clit stiff and neglected.
"Well aren't you just a pretty little thing," he praises before taking a deep inhale.
Her legs nearly clamp together, but be keeps her bent knees spread apart.
Negan, with his pants down and dick out and sprung, sits on his knees between her spread legs and pulls her closer by her hips, draping the backs of her thighs over his.
"Hey, look at me," Rick orders, turning her head to face him.
He sticks two of his fingers into her mouth, pressing them down on her tongue. Obediently, she sucks on them without being told.
"Good girl," Rick praises.
At the foot of her bed, Negan's rubbing his leaking tip along her slippery slit, teasing her, refusing to enter her. Sometimes he gives her clit a little attention, making her squirm a little more.
The pleasure, although dissatisfactory, causes her to whimper around Rick's thick fingers.
He takes his fingers out of her mouth and grabs one of her tits with his spit-slicked hand. Her tits are soft and warm in his hand, her hardened nipples poking the palms of his hands.
"P-please," she whimpers, turning her head to glance at Negan.
"Please what?" He asks, his tip teasing her entrance.
"Just...just put it in."
"Like this?" He slides only his tip in, but the stretch of the intrusion is enough begin unwinding her.
"M-more! Ah–!" Her pleas are cut off by Rick's sharp pull of her already sensitive nipples. He takes the other one into his warm mouth, nipping and suckling on the stiffened peak.
"Oh god, Rick!" She moans, tangling her fingers in his brown curls.
Negan finally slides a little more of himself into her, making her feel stuffed. Teasingly, he thrusts into her without fully bottoming out.
At this point, all she can offer are incoherent babbles between fucked-out pleas for more.
Rick pulls away from her breast with a pop, his lips spit-shiny and pink. He keeps one hand on one nipple, pulling and pinching it until it grew puffy and even more sensitive. His other hand snakes down to the rest of her body until reaching her clit.
The tight circular motions he rubbed caused her to see stars, her thighs squeezing Negan's lazily thrusting hips.
"You really think you can handle more, baby?"
"Mmmhmm! Please Negan, I'm sorry for teasing, just please!"
Finally, Negan sheaths himself all the way in, filling her to the brim.
"H-holy shit, Negan!" She screams a little too loud.
Rick is quick to pull his hand away from her clit and clamp it over her mouth.
"You better keep quiet unless you want your parents catching us," Rick whispers into her ear.
She nods, embarrassed, and he pulls his hand away, replacing it with his mouth instead. He slides his tongue into her mouth and lets her suck on it as a distraction. She wraps her arms around him, clinging tightly as Negan thrusts unforgivingly, letting out his pent up arousal he's been holding onto from days ago. The sound of his thrusts and pleasured grunts fills the small bedroom along with the headboard thumping against the wall.
Her perfectly manicured toes curled, her thighs shaking as her orgasm rapidly approaches.
" 'M close, baby, real fuckin' close," Negan grunts, thrusts growing sloppy. He twitches inside of her, balls ready to be emptied. But he isn't going to give in that easily; he still wants revenge.
He pulls out before she can finish and finished himself off with his hand, spilling all over her mons and lower stomach.
"H-hey," she whines after pulling away from Rick, "Why did you pull out!"
"Didn't I tell you that you weren't gonna get what you want? 'specially after teasin' me all goddamn day."
Rick and Negan—two men she could've sworn were enemies—worked together to manhandle her into a new position: Her on all fours with Negan sitting in front of her and Rick behind her.
"Enjoy my sloppy seconds, asshole," Negan says as he strokes himself to hardness.
"You sure enjoyed mine when she kissed you with my cum still on her tongue."
Negan's face fell earning a laugh from Rick and a wink from her.
Negan tilted her head up by her chin, forcing her to look into his dark eyes.
"You're gonna pay for that, doll."
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he forces her down onto his hardened cock, relishing in the way she gagged around him, her throat squeezing him tightly.
Behind her, Rick adjusted her position to deepen her arch, forcing her ass up higher. Her lower lips were puffy and glossy with her own arousal and Negan's pre-cum. Rick slid in easily with almost no resistance.
She moans over Negan's dick, the vibration making him twitch down her throat.
"Don't worry, princess, unlike Negan, I'm gonna make you cum."
Reaching around her hips, he resumes rubbing her clit. The overstimulation makes her legs grow weak, the only thing keeping her up being Rick's almost bruising grip on her hips.
In front of her, Negan is growing impatient—the tired bobbing of her head not being enough for him. His fists in her hair tighten as he thrusts up into her mouth, absolving her of any control.
"Play with my balls like you did Rick's."
She lazily shifts her bodyweight onto one arm before using the other to help get Negan off. His head bumps against the headboard when he throws it back in pleasure, eyes closing as his orgasm nears.
"Yeah, baby, just like that. You're doing so good for me, sweetheart," he encourages between breathy moans.
Inside of her, Rick is thrusting against her g-spot, fucking her out of her mind. She can feel every vein sliding against her velvety walls as her cunt clenches around Rick, her thighs shaking as he finally cums around him.
"Aww, you took it like such a good girl," Rick coos as he fucks he through her orgasm, simultaneously chasing his own.
His hips stutter and starts flash before his eyes as he spills his hot seed into her sopping cunt.
"Got room for some more?" Negan jokes before finishing down her throat.
She can barely keep her eyes open as both men pull out of either end of her.
"You did so good, baby," Negan praises as he adjusts her to lay on his chest.
Half asleep, all she does is whine in response, clinging onto his shirt.
Rick—who she didn't even notice had left—comes back into the room with a warm, damp towel and gently wipes up his cum, trying his best not to touch any of her too sensitive spots.
"You can leave now," Negan says, gently rubbing his hand up and down her back.
Rick tosses the washcloth at Negan's face. "I'm not goin' nowhere."
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Good Dog 💋🦴
part iii
summary Gojo comes back with some gifts for you, but while he sets them up, you and Geto keep yourselves occupied tags smut, pet play, humiliation, degradation, f/m/m threesome, punishment, anal play, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, face fucking, hair pulling, slight dehumanization, edging, pet names/name calling, master/pet dynamics, public nudity
note siiiiigh, so many geto gifs are kenjaku :(
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"Be a good girl while we're gone, okay?" Geto encouraged as he stroked your hair, careful not to mess up the dog ear headband.
You nodded and turned to face Gojo who whistled for your attention. He kneeled down to your level and pulled you close by your collar.
"Don't even think about breaking character while we're gone," his blue eyes bore into yours over his shades, "I'll know." You swallowed nervously and nodded your head.
"You're such a good puppy-girl!" He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before joining Geto at the doorway.
"We'll be back soon."
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When you heard the door open, you crawled to it as fast as you could, trying to mimic the excitement a dog would have for its owner who'd just got back home from work.
"Missed me?" Geto taunted as he kneeled down to pet you. You lifted your hands from the floor and placed them on his shoulder before kissing him on the cheek.
"Hmmm, that's not quite how dogs kiss."
You defiantly huffed before ultimately giving in and licking his cheek. He slightly turned his head, making you lick his lips instead before taking your tongue into his mouth and kissing you sloppily. Eyes fluttering shut, you melted into his kiss, leaning further into him each time he tried to pull away. He snaked his hand around the back of your neck as your tongues slid against one another's. Gojo entering the house interrupted the moment, making you and Geto pull apart, leaving a gossamer string of saliva the only connection between the two of you, only for a few seconds until it broke. You crawled over to greet Gojo, but his hands were full.
"We got you a little something!"
Excitedly, you wiggled your hips side to side, giving the tail the illusion of wagging.
"I think she's excited," Geto teased, stifling his laughter. A shameful heat blossomed in your cheeks as the humiliation of getting too lost in the dog role settled over you. Thankfully, Gojo's gifts provided a distraction. He reached into the bag he set on the floor and pulled out two pink dog bowls.
"Ta-da! Now you don't have to eat table scraps."
The disgusted look on your face only egged him on.
"That's not all..." He stepped outside and brought in a huge crate, "I hear crate training is good for dogs." The disapproving grumble you let out sounded embarrassingly like a growl and you hated yourself for it.
"Aw, I don't think she likes it," Geto playfully pouted as he rubbed a hand up and down your bare back.
"Maybe she'll like this!" He pulled out a fluffy, pink human-sized dog bed. You didn't hate it, actually, and it seemed like it'd be quite comfortable, but you didn't like what it symbolized. Why would they get all this pet supplies when this punishment was only meant to last a month?
"I'll go set up her new things!" Gojo cheered as he hurried off to the bedroom.
Geto sat sprawled out on the couch scrolling through his phone with you curled up in a ball at his feet, starved for attention. You wedged yourself in between his thighs and rested your cheek on his crotch, looking up at him with your best puppy-dog eyes. He spared you a glance before going back to looking at his phone. You whimpered and nuzzled your cheek against his growing bulge. Still, he didn't put down his phone, but at least he softly ran a hand across your face before cupping your cheek in his hand and stroking you with his thumb.
The minimal attention started to irritate you. You licked at his thumb before pulling it into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it. He peeked at you over his phone this time, watching you longer than before. You nudged at the boner with your hands, similar to the way a dog would paw at something it wanted. He pulled his thumb from your mouth and undid his belt.
"You want to suck my dick, don't you, girl?" he asked.
You nodded with fervor. A sinister smile stretched across his face, eyes narrowing at you.
"Beg."
You stuck out your bottom lip and whimpered, nudging him once more.
"You can do much better than that, girl. Wag that tail again, show me how much you really want it."
As humiliating as it was, at least Geto was finally giving you his full attention. So, you wiggled your hips, making the tail behind you swish with the movement, but that didn't seem to be enough. You stuck your tongue out and panted as you wagged your tail.
"Aw, what a good girl," he admired as he ran his hand across your head.
You hated the way his praise made your pussy throb and that you'd do almost anything for more of it. Finally, he freed himself from his pants, his dick springing free and standing proud against his abdomen, tip blushed and leaking. Teasingly, he tapped it on your tongue, spreading his pre-cum on your tastebuds. You licked him from base to tip, feeling the now prominent vein that ran along the underside of him. He sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth once you took his sensitive tip into your warm mouth. After getting him more wound up by swirling your tongue around it, you took his entire length–well, most of it–into your mouth, fighting not to gag when he passed your uvula, penetrating your throat. You began bobbing your head up and down his length, careful not to scrape him with your teeth.
In your periphery, you caught him taking a glance at his phone–a sign he was growing bored. You increased your pace even though it made you gag. Geto dropped his phone onto the couch as he tossed his head back, a moan clawing its way from his throat.
"Aw, you look so pretty like this," he praised as he swiped your tears away.
The need to touch yourself became more and more crucial, but you knew Geto would chastise you for that, say that dogs don't do that and probably even punish you. He twitched inside of you, his orgasm coming close. His hands fisted into your hair as he lost control and fucked your face. Hot seed spilled down your throat as your name fell from his lips. He collapsed against the back of the couch, face flushed as he caught his breath.
"Baby, c'mere. You deserve a treat," he said, patting the couch cushion beside him. You cozied up beside him and he made quick work of flipping the two of you around and positioning you to sit on his face. You gasped and adjusted yourself to support yourself on your knees, alleviating some of your weight from his face, but he wasn't having it. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you to sit all the way on his face.
Your pussy was wet on his face and he happily lapped up the wetness from between your soft thighs that squished his head. His soft lips sucked at your hardened clit, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core. Your fingers tangled into his long, black hair, pulling at it each time the pleasure became too much. He flattened his tongue and licked along your lips before dipping inside your hole, tasting your arousal straight from the source. His moan reverberated from between your legs, your thighs shaking as you were becoming undone.
"Ah! Suguru!" you screamed, breaking character.
He sent a swift slap to your thigh, but thankfully didn't stop. His nose kept nudging against your overly sensitive clit as he ate you out, lewd slurping noises filling the room. Your grip in his hair tightened as you came, toes curling. He moaned in pleasure as he continued to eat you out as you orgasmed, prolonging your euphoric high.
When he pulled away, the bottom half of his face was glossy, his lips were swollen and face flushed. He looked gorgeous and normally, you'd tell him that, but you were stuck playing the part of his dog, so instead you pressed a kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on him while letting him taste himself on you.
Good Dog 🐶🎀
part ii
summary maybe being their dog isn't so bad.... tags smut, pet play, humiliation, degradation, f/m/m threesome, punishment, anal play, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, face fucking, hair pulling, slight dehumanization, edging, pet names/name calling, master/pet dynamics, public nudity
note so....are we on the same freakuency yet?
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Sometimes, being Gojo's and Geto's dog wasn't so bad. Like now, they were both sat on the couch watching TV while you sat between them on the floor. Thankfully, there was a rug on the floor that separated you from the cold hardwood.
"Does our good girl want belly rubs?" Gojo asked, patting his lap. The tone they used when talking to you and the way they patted their laps when they wanted you to come to them was so humiliating– dehumanizing even, but you figured that was the point. Not being able to use words to communicate really took the cake, though. Barks, whimpers, nods, and growls were what your communication was limited to and you swore they sometimes pretended to not understand you just to make you do it some more.
You crawled onto the couch and laid on your back across his lap. Having to spread yourself bare before them was degrading, but at least they made it worthwhile.
"Spread those legs for me, pretty girl," Geto, who was sat beside Gojo, coaxed with his hand pressed to your inner thigh. Gojo's warm hand slid up and down your stomach, which, oddly enough, was relaxing. After a few minutes, your head lolled off to the side as you struggled not to doze off. Geto's soft hand caressed the lower part of your stomach, sometimes dipping down to your mons pubis. Gojo's hands slid further up, rubbing over your breasts. He cupped one breast in his hand, lazily groping it and sometimes twisting your stiff nipple between his finger and thumb. You'd squirm occasionally, purposely arching your back to push your breasts deeper into Gojo's hold.
Geto's hand abandoned your stomach altogether and opted to leisurely rub circles on your hardened clit. He never kept a consistent pace, not wanting you to cum. He'd speed up until your hips actively sought out his touch, toes curling as your orgasm came close. But then he'd slow down, leaving you whining for more. This got Gojo's attention. He finally involved his other hand and gave your breasts equal treatment simultaneously. He pinched both nipples in either hand and pulled them until your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Geto's fingers slid from your clit and down your slit, gathering your arousal on his finger.
"Ah Satoru, look, she's practically in heat," he taunted, showing off his glossy fingers.
"Aww, we should probably stop teasing our poor little puppy-girl."
"She has been such a good girl today, so maybe we should reward her." Two of Geto's fingers slid into your pussy with no resistance. Your shaky thighs clenched around his hand causing him to spread them open again and send a swift slap to your pussy. Garbled whines and moans fell from your lips as he vigorously finger fucked you. Your back arched off the couch as you screamed. What you really wanted to do was scream his name and beg for more, but every time you slipped up and did something too human-like, they'd punish you, make you do something so humiliating that you really felt subhuman–like a dog.
"Do you think she can take another finger, Satoru?"
"Of course she can, just look at how eager she is!"
He followed through with this suggestion and added a third finger that filled you up oh so nicely. He curled his fingers slightly, pushing up against that spongy spot that made you see stars. His pace was fast and unforgiving, rapidly bringing you to your orgasm, but would he actually let you cum this time?
"Let her cum this time, Suguru," Gojo suggested, pulling away from your tender nipples.
"Aww but I like the faces she makes when I edge her."
You wanted to interject, to beg Geto to finally let you finish. Maybe he was feeling merciful because he slipped in a fourth finger and began rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your thighs shook and toes curled when Geto finally let you cum. That orgasm overtook you, your eyes fluttering shut as reality momentarily slipped from you.
"Do you wanna be a good puppy and let me use your ass?" Gojo asked, smoothing his hand over your stomach again.
You looked at him apprehensively, while you wanted to feel one of them inside you, you weren't sure you wanted it in that way.
"I think she's tired, Satoru," Geto observed, pressing a kiss to your ankle, "I'll make dinner."
"I'll give her a bath while you cook," Gojo decided, picking you up from the couch. You nuzzled into his chest, grateful he didn't make you crawl to the bathroom in this fucked-out state.
He sat you on the counter as he waited for the clawfoot tub to fill with water.
"You were so good for us today," he praised as he stroked your hair. At first you hated their pets and praises, they way they essentially talked down to you, but you quickly grew fond of them.
"C'mon, let me take out that tail for your bath."
You hopped off the counter and got on your hands an knees– something you were ashamed that quickly became second nature. Gojo gently pulled out the plug tail leaving you feeling oddly empty. This has been the first time since putting it in that you've taken the plug out.
"Oh?" Gojo replied to your whimper, "you like the plug now, don't you?" Embarrassed, you nodded and let your head hang low.
"I think you're ready for the next size up!" You swallowed nervously, but agreed nonetheless. He placed you into the bath tub and carefully cleaned you up, trying his best to be mindful of your sensitive spots. After the bath, he patted you dry with a fluffy towel before lotioning you down. On your hands and knees, you followed Gojo to the living room.
"Dinner will be ready in ten," Geto called from the kitchen.
"Okay!" Gojo called back.
"Aren't you gonna reply?" he asked expectantly. You nodded your head.
"Don't be silly," he chastised, a malicious smirk tugging at his face, "Suguru can't hear that from here." You cursed to yourself in your head. He wanted you to bark, but you knew that little shit wouldn't come out and say it. If the humiliation of barking wasn't bad enough, the punishment you'd get from not barking would be ten times worse, so you sucked it up.
"Woof."
"Aww, you can do better than that," he sadistically taunted. Shame set your face ablaze yet made your core ache.
"Woof!"
"Attagirl!" He flopped onto the couch and patted his lap. Obediently, you climbed onto his lap and laid across it on your stomach. He spread you open and admired your hole. Your no-longer-virgin ass was nowhere near as tight, making it easy for Gojo to slip in two lubed up fingers. He chanced a third finger to which its intrusion, you moaned.
"You're doing so good for me," he praised as his other hand rewarded you by rubbing your sensitive clit. His fourth finger slipped in with little pain, but you didn't mind, especially with the distraction of him rubbing your clit. He lubed up the larger plug before easing it into you. It didn't even hurt, but it did leave you feeling extremely full– a sensation that'd take some time getting used to.
"Dinner!" Suguru called.
Both of their spots at the table were set, however, you didn't get one. For a month, you were to be their dog and dogs don't get seats at the table. You took your seat on the floor beside Geto's chair. You hated the way he fed you, but you preferred it to eating out of dog bowls–which, thankfully, had only been something they threatened to do. They conversed as they ate, something you used to be a part of until you lost that stupid bet.
"Hungry?" Geto asked, holding out a piece fish. You leaned down and ate it from his hand, careful to not bite his fingers. Throughout the meal, he hand fed you pieces of food from his meal. He then held out his palm, which was full of rice, that you had to eat out of as if it were a bowl.
"You like that, hm?"
You nodded, earning a bigger bit of fish from him. He wiped his hands on a napkin before petting you and scratching beneath your chin. The fight against the smile tugging at your mouth was one you lost.
"Awww, look at that. She loves it when I pet her."
"C'mere girl," Gojo called, taking you away from Geto. You crawled to him and he moved you to rest your head in his lap. He stroked the side of your face, occasionally moving to scratch behind your fake ears in between feeding you bites of food off his plate.
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Good Dog 🦴🎀 part i
summary Geto Suguru x F!Reader x Gojo Satoru– In which you lose a bet and become Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru's dog for a whole month. tags smut, pet play, humiliation, degradation, f/m/m threesome, punishment, anal play, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, face fucking, hair pulling, slight dehumanization, edging, pet names/name calling, master/pet dynamics, public nudity
note ngl, you lowkey have to get on my freakuency for this one
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"Guys, I know I lost the bet, b-but I didn't think you guys were serious!"
"What about 'if you lose, you'll have to be our dog for a month' sounds like a joke?" Geto rebutted, a smirk on his face.
"Besides, you already agreed to it, so put on the outfit," Gojo smugly reminded.
"I thought you guys meant I'd have to run around and fetch stuff for you and do your chores and stuff, not literally be your dog?"
"A bet's a bet and you agreed to it–"
"and lost!"
"I–"
"So, put on the outfit!" Gojo shoved the outfit– if you could even call it that– into your arms.
You grumbled as you plodded off to the bathroom to change. The "outfit" consisted of headband with fluffy brown dog ears and a little pink bow attached, a pink collar with a heart charm that had your name engraved on it, and a matching fluffy brown tail. You put on the headband and collar with ease, but the tail confused you. It wasn't attached to a belt or anything, so how were you supposed to put it on?
"Okay, I'm dressed, but I couldn't figure out the tail," you announced after exiting the bathroom.
Geto and Gojo made eye contact before bursting into laughter.
"Silly girl, dogs don't wear clothes," Geto chastised.
"And they're not bipedal," Gojo added.
Your heart skipped a few beats as the reality of the situation dawned on you. They didn't just want someone to run around and do their busywork; they wanted an actual dog.
"I can help you out with the tail. I got the smallest sized plug they had, but it's still pretty big," Gojo explained.
"P-plug?! Are you saying I have to put that thing in me?!"
He scratched your head behind the ear headband as if he were scratching the ears of an actual dog. "It's for realism. I can help you if you want."
What you wanted was to slap that shit eating grin off his face, but you were in no place to do that. You stupidly agreed to this, albeit you didn't know this was what they had in mind, but nevertheless, you lost a bet and therefore must face the consequences.
Heat blossomed across your cheeks. You never dabbled in butt stuff, so this tail was foreign to you. "F-fine!"
Geto appeared behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. "All fours, remember?" He pushed down onto your shoulders until your knees gave out, forcing you onto all fours.
"Fuck. You." You spat, glaring up at Geto how now towered over you more than usual.
"Dogs don't speak either."
You wanted to cuss him clean out, but you held your tongue. After a month, this would be all over.
Gojo came back into the living room, this time with a bottle of lube in his hand. He sat on the couch and patted his lap.
"C'mere girl!" he said in that baby talk people use on animals. You opened your mouth to say something, but Geto's glare caught your eye, effectively silencing you. You crawled over to Gojo who patted his lap again, wordlessly ordering you to lay across it, which you did. He pulled down your pants and panties in one go, just enough to expose your ass. He uncapped the bottle of lube and spread some all over his finger before spreading you open and poking at the tight ring of muscle. You winced at the intrusion of his slender finger. It didn't quit hurt, but it felt strange.
"Hey, hey, relax or else it'll be uncomfortable."
You nodded and did your best to relax. Once you got used to the feeling, he was able to slide his finger all the way in. Your fingers curled around one of the decorative pillows as he fucked your ass with his middle finger.
"I'm just gonna do one more finger, okay?"
You nodded. He pulled out and added more lube to both his hand and your ass. You cried out in pain upon the insertion of his second finger. He quickly pulled that one finger back out.
"Sorry, sorry," he apologized, rubbing a soothing hand to your ass.
"Relax okay, it won't hurt if you relax."
You bit your lip and nodded, letting him try once again. Geto joined you both in the living room, taking a seat next to you.
"Hey, it's okay. You got this," Geto encouraged, scratching the underside of your chin. You took a deep breath and relaxed. Gojo slowly inserted his other finger, giving you time to get used to the feeling. Geto stroked your hair as Gojo fingered your ass. As much as you were pissed off at Geto, he really did keep you relaxed, which helped a lot when Gojo had to add a third finger. Finally, he lubed up the plug of the tail and slid it in with ease.
"Good girl," Geto praised, scratching behind your actual ear. You hated the way his praise made your cunt throb.
Gojo helped you off his lap before helping you out of your clothes, leaving you stark naked.
"I think our good girl deserves a treat, don't you, Suguru?"
"I do, I'll go bring her one."
You sat on the floor, your arms wrapped around your naked body. The room felt ten times colder and the hungry look Gojo gave you over his glasses offered you no warmth.
"Here, girl," Geto called cheerfully.
You moved to stand up, but Gojo pushed you back down to your knees, reminding you that dogs walk on all fours. Begrudgingly, you crawled all the way over to the kitchen where Geto stood, holding what looked like a cookie. He held it down to a level you could reach, but quickly snatched it away when you reached for it with your hand.
"Now that's not how dogs eat, is it?" Geto teased, satisfaction in his eyes at the humiliation evident on your face. You opened your mouth and Geto put the cookie in it. The cookie was large, something you couldn't eat in one bite, so when you did bite it, the rest fell onto the floor. You cautiously looked up at Geto who was already looking down at you expectantly.
"Go ahead and finish up your treat. I spent all night baking them, y'know."
Tears pricked at your eyes as you bent over until you were face level with the ground. You hesitated, waiting for Geto to stop you and tell you he was just messing with you, but when you looked up at him he gave you a closed eyed smile and nodded his head toward the broken cookie on the floor. Tears silently fell from your eyes as you ate the cookie directly from the floor. You couldn't bear to look at him, but he didn't seem to care. He kneeled down and cupped your jaw in his hand, forcing you look up at him.
"No need to cry, you've been such a good girl." The pads of his thumb swiped away at your persistent tears only fueling the shame bubbling in your chest.
This was going to be a long month.
Quid Pro Quo
summary light agrees to tutor you, in return, you let him fuck you for L's cameras....but you don't know that. tags mild dub-con since reader doesn't know ab the cameras, light bondage, exhibitionism, manipulation, rough sex
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when light needed a prop for the performance of normalcy he had to put on for L's security cameras, you practically fell into his lap.
"so then, you'll tutor me?" you asked, your finger nervously twirling your hair as you rocked on your heels. it was so obvious, maybe even a little too obvious, you had a crush on him. the way you could barely hold eye contact, your freshly glossed lips and extra sprays of perfume, your skirt that was rolled up to be shorter than what the dress code allowed. you wanted his attention. this was almost gonna be too easy for light.
"of course. does today work for you?" the sooner he could throw the investigation team off his trail, the better.
"mhm!" you eagerly nodded your head. "it's such an honor the number one honor student in japan is gonna tutor me!" you praised with a dreamy tone.
"can i come in?" you asked after knocking on light's bedroom door. his mother had let you in when you rang the doorbell and after you explained why you were here, she pointed you to where her son was.
light, who had ditched the blazer and tie and unbuttoned the top button of his dress shirt, opened the door and let you in. your face came so close to bursting into flames upon seeing him like this.
he pulled up a chair beside him and you sat in it, your bare knee touching his.
"what don't you understand?" he asked, resting his head on his hand and leaning closer to you than necessary. he tried not to wrinkle his nose at the overwhelming scent of perfume wafting off you.
"trigonometric identities. they don't make any sense!" your shoulders slumped dejectedly as you longingly looked up at light. he put a hand on your shoulder, a gesture meant to offer you comfort, but all it did was make you more nervous. your fingers toyed with the hem of your short skirt, eyes glued to your lap as light explained.
"now try one of the example problems," he instructed. you picked up the mechanical pencil he handed you, still warm from his touch, and began writing down the problem. after his explanation of the material, light noticed the math seemed to come naturally to you.
"did i do it right?"
he leaned over your shoulders to take a look at your work. you couldn't help but squirm as you felt his breath against your ear.
"yeah, you did. good job." for extra measure, he placed his hand atop yours. fire burning in your cheeks, you chanced a look at him. he was already looking at you, a soft smile gracing his angelic features. this reaction motivated you to continue practicing, so, of course you reciprocated. you succeeded at a few more similar ones before light gave you a more challenging problem. you stared blankly at it, unsure of what to do first. after minutes of scribbling something down and erasing it over and over, light finally checked up on you.
"need help?"
you didn't want to disappoint him by making him re-explain everything, so you just shook your head and continued your fruitless attempts at solving the problem. that was, until frustration clouded your mind and brought tears to your eyes.
"i...i don't understand it anymore," you whined as you struggled to sniffle back tears. he placed a hand on your thigh earning a repressed squeal from you.
"hey, it's okay. i'm here to help." and help he did. he talked you through each step of the problem until it finally clicked for you.
"i...i finally get it now! thank you so much, light," you squealed as you tackled him into a hug. he reciprocated, a smirk tugging at his mouth corners. he hoped L was watching, was realizing he was a normal guy and the only thing he had worth hiding were his trysts with a classmate.
you pulled back from the hug and dreamily gazed into light's soft, brown eyes that flitted down to your glossy lips. your own eyes couldn't help but take a peek at his. heat warmed your face as your body moved without permission from your mind, your eyes fluttering shut, lips suddenly pressing against light's. his hands gently held your hips, guiding you to straddle his lap without breaking the kiss. your perfume intoxicated him as he deepened the kiss, prodding into your mouth with his tongue. his hands slid up your short skirt, earning a gasp from you. your delicate fingers ran through his brown hair, pulling him closer into you. you suckled his tongue as his nimble fingers made quick work of unbuttoning your blouse. he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away from your lips in favor of your neck.
"ah! light," you moaned, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he marked you. your hands fisted into his dress shirt, a weak attempt at keeping yourself anchored as light swept you away from reality.
on light's end, this was all performative, a show for L's cameras, however, at the end of the day, he was still a man– a man who couldn't help but be soothed by the soft feel of your body, hypnotized by your perfume clouding his senses, aroused by the skin your clothes couldn't cover. so why not indulge a bit? sure he was putting a show on for the cameras, but why pretend to be pleasured instead of actually getting something out of this.
he peeled your shirt from your shoulders and unclasped your bra, eager to squeeze your breasts. heat pooled in your core at his harsh grip causing you to whimper. too eager to no longer be the only one clothed, you nearly tore light's shirt off him, not a single care in the world for the buttons that went flying. normally, light'd be pissed, but at the moment, he was too eager to get his dick wet.
he abruptly stood from his desk chair, carrying you with him, and tossed you onto his bed before crawling on top of you. large hands caressed your body, spending extra time groping your breasts. his name fell from your lips in broken whimpers over and over, begging for more of him. he took your lips into another kiss, one that left your lips swollen and slick with mixed saliva. he kissed down your neck then chest before squeezing your breasts together and giving your nipples equal attention– licking, sucking and biting them beyond the point of sensitivity, leaving you overstimulated.
"p-please, light, ah!"
he shut your wining up with his thigh between your legs, allowing you to rub yourself against him. but it wasn't enough, for you or for light. the tent in his pants was growing too tight, too painful. forcefully, he flipped you over onto your stomach and shaped you into an arch that left your face smushed against his comforter.
"be patient," he huffed, pulling your hands together behind your back and gripping both your wrists in one hand. with his tie he discarded earlier, he tightly bound your wrists together. you wiggled your hips at him, desperate for any kind of contact. he smacked your ass hard enough for it to sting, but that only made you clench around nothing. he lifted your skirt up, exposing the wet spot on your lacy panties to his lust darkened eyes. he slid a slender finger up your clothed slit.
"were you wet this whole time?"
"n-no...?"
he tugged your panties up, wedging them between your ass cheeks and pussy lips. your clit ached at the sensation of the fabric being pulled taut against it. you squeezed your thighs together and whimpered.
"don't lie to me!" he pulled even harder, making you scream.
"y-yes! i've been feeling this way since i asked you to tutor me."
a soothing hand rubbed the spot he smacked so roughly not too long ago. after he yanked your panties down, you heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. your mouth nearly watered in anticipation as he tore open the packet of a condom before rolling it on his achingly hard length.
the stretch of his tip prying open your hole hurt so good that you wanted to feel it all.
"liiiight, needa feel you in m–" your pleas were cut off him bottoming out. with every thrust, your cunt kept sucking him back in– your silky, warm walls hugging him so tightly. the sloppy, wet sound of skin against were overshadowed by your muffled wanton moans and light's grunts. his grip on your hips was bruising as he mercilessly fucked his touch starved cock into you. drool leaked from your slackened mouth onto his comforter. the fucked out daze light had you in left you unable to form a coherent thought or use any motor skills. you were putty in light's hands, nothing but a mere fleshlight, a device only for his pleasure, but you didn't seem to mind.
"maybe i should tutor you more often."
"mmmhmm"
his hand reached around you to rub rough circles against your clit. pleasure shot through your entire body, causing your toes to curl. the sensation of having to pee crept up on you as his dick repeatedly hit you in your most sensitive spot. your hips fervently ground against his hand, seeking more pleasure. the rhythm of his thrusts faltered, his orgasm closely approaching. sweat from his hair dripped onto your back as his grunts turned into moans. he watched his dick slide in and out of your hole, your lips swollen with arousal that leaked from your pussy onto his comforter.
"liiiiight m'gonna cum," you cried.
"wait," he panted, "don't cum until i tell you to."
his thrusts became more aggressive, your ass and tits jiggling in tune with them. he threw his head back in pleasure as your cunt clenched around him, forcing him to empty his balls into the condom before he wanted to.
"cum," he commanded, as he continued stimulating your clit. a whimper escaped your lips as you could no longer hold in that peeing sensation, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins as you squirted around light's dick, soaking his khakis and bedding. he couldn't hold back his smirk, proud of the performance he put on for L.
The Walking Dead
Negan
❤︎ Unhealthy Attachments-Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi, part vii, part viii, part ix, part x, part xi, part xii, part xiii Your relationship with your gym coach is inappropriate, but it's the only thing keeping you sane in your small town.
❤︎ Summer Break, – part 2, part 3– dbf! Negan x F! Reader x dbf! Rick When Rick and Negan come to visit you on your summer break, they can never keep their hands off you.
❤︎ Dumb Little Slut- Saviors Era! Negan x F! Reader It was a stupid mistake, really, but she didn't think Negan would get this mad at her.
❤︎ Virginesque- Sugardaddy! Coach! Negan x Cam girl! F! Reader part 1, part 2, part 3 What happens when your track coach is also the mysterious sugar daddy funding your camgirl lifestyle?
❤︎ Pie - Saviors Era! Negan x F! Reader Negan fucks you when you try to bake a pie
❤︎ Chest Hair- Saviors Era! Negan x F! Reader request: "OKAY imagine IMAGINE reader sees negan/jeffrey naked for the first time AND sees his chest full of chest hair THENNNN nakedly grinds on his chest"
❤︎ Sex Ed- Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader You have some follow up questions after Coach Negan's sex ed class
❤︎ Can't Sleep- Saviors Era! Negan x Reader drabble Negan helps you out when you can't sleep
❤︎ Sneaking Out- Stepdad! Negan x F! Reader Negan catches you sneaking out to go to a party and punishes you accordingly
Jujutsu Kaisen
❤︎ Roses– Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader You're mad, Toji buys you roses, everything's fine. Rinse and repeat
❤︎ Club XXX– Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Toji Fushiguro x Kento Nanami x Ryoumen Sukuna x F!Reader What better way to celebrate Gojo's birthday than with a private room, a cute stripper, and a mysterious pink party drug?
❤︎ Rough Day?– Satoru Gojo x F!Reader Gojo seeks you out for comfort after a rough day
❤︎ Good Dog 🦴🎀– Satoru Gojo x F!Reader x Suguru Geto part i, part ii, part iii After losing a bet, you become Geto and Gojo's dog for a month
❤︎ Dirty Laundry– Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader When you find out your sexy neighbor took a pair of your panties, you confront him.
❤︎ White Lie– Satoru Gojo xF!Reader It's his first mixer as a pledge in his fraternity. His goal: get his v-card swiped by that hot, mysterious sorority girl with a bad attitude
Rough Day?
summary Gojo seeks you out for comfort after a rough day tags established relationship, domestic fluff, cuddling, non-sexual groping note just a wee drabble
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Gojo came in late again tonight, like he usually did. You never gave him trouble for it, though, you knew the life of a jujutsu sorcerer wasn't an easy one. After a much needed shower, he crept into your shared bedroom as quietly as he could. He smiled softly upon seeing you sound asleep, cozied up beneath the covers without a care in the world.
He slid into bed beside you, pausing to admire your beautiful sleeping face.
"Satoru," you mumbled, scooting closer to him.
"Missed you," he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. His soft hands crept up your oversized t-shirt that was actually his. Your soft breasts were warm in his cold hands, offering him immediate comfort.
Now slightly awake, you pulled your shirt up over your breasts. "Rough day?"
He nodded, resting his head on your chest between the soft mounds. You ran your fingers through his fluffy, white locks, scratching his scalp periodically just the way he likes. He took one of your tits into his mouth, sucking it for comfort and nothing else.
"It's okay, baby, I'm here."
Club XXX
summary What better way to celebrate Gojo's birthday than with a private room, a cute stripper, and a mysterious pink party drug? tags sex pollen/aphrodisiacs, drugs and drug use, unprotected p in v, orgy/6some, nipple play, breast fucking, choking, lots and lots of cum, birthday sex, lap dances
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“How’d you get into this club? Isn’t it super exclusive?” Nanami asked. He wasn’t particularly into the club scene, but he had been invited out to celebrate Gojo’s birthday and Gojo wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
“Apparently it’s invite only. How’d you get invited, Satoru?” Geto wondered aloud.
Gojo fanned out the 5 tickets he held in his hand a smirked. “I know someone.”
“Fuck, can we go in already?” Sukuna complained, eyeing the women who were just let into the club.
“Let’s gooo!” Gojo cheered as he attempted to wrap his arms around everyone.
“Welcome to Club XXX,” the bouncer said as he stamped everyone’s hands, “Your reserved VIP booth is toward the back on the left.”
Gojo smirked down at the bright, sparkly pink VIP stamp that adorned his hand. He’s been to this club a couple times before, but never as a VIP.
Club XXX was vibrant with bright that shrouded all its patrons in a pink hue, music so loud you could feel the bass in your chest, and filled to the brim with people, to the point you couldn’t move without bumping into someone else. It was amazing, but the VIP room was even better. It had that same pink hue, but the thick walls muffled the music significantly. Purple colored velvet love seats surrounded a heart shaped table with an ashtray on it and faced a small stage with a pole on it. Off to the side was a bar with a single bar tender behind it.
“Oh this club is niiice,” Sukuna admired, elbowing Toji upon seeing the pole.
Nanami headed straight for the bar and ordered himself a whiskey neat before sitting at the edge of the center most love seat. Gojo and Geto sat on either of the side love seats, both on the side closest to the stage. Sukuna and Toji sat next to each other, beside Nanami on the center love seat.
"Is there gonna be a stripper or is the pole for decoration?" Geto asked, lighting his cigarette.
"You hired a stripper for your birthday?" Nanami judged.
"You only turn twenty-nine once."
"Pass me one," Toji requested, reaching for Geto's box of cigarettes.
Sensual music filled the private booth, snatching everyone's attention. You stepped onto the stage, your baby blue pleasers clicking against the hardwood floor. You gripped the pole and twirled around it, showing off the sparkly, see through, matching g string and bra that was mostly one giant bow.
"Happy birthday, Satoru," you said, blowing him a kiss. You performed a little routine on the pole that was both seductive and impressive, ending it with a perfect Russian stand up. Your audience of five handsome men seemed to have enjoyed your little show, especially the tattooed one with a poorly concealed boner.
Elegantly, you stepped down from the stage and approached the birthday boy. His cheeks were flushed as his twinkling blue eyes ogled you. You sat on his lap, your back facing him and began grinding on him. The roughness of his jeans felt good against your sensitive clit. As you danced on him, the other men watched you hungrily, save for the one wedged in the corner of the loveseat. Your hands caressed your body until you put Gojo's hands on you and let him feel you up. He took full advantage of this opportunity, groping your breasts through your bra and sometimes squeezing your hips, forcing you to put more pressure on his stiffening length. You turned to face him, getting a good luck at his pretty face. Your ministrations continued, but this time, as you ground on him, you put your tits in his face. He held your body close, and took in the saccharine scent of your perfume.
"Wanna unwrap your present, birthday boy?" He eagerly nodded, so you guided his hand to the string of your bow. He yanked on it, freeing your breasts and a small baggie of sparkly pink powder you had hidden in them.
"What's that?" He asked, holding up the bag. You took it from him and tore the corner off with your teeth.
"A little present from Club XXX to make your experience special." You dipped the long acrylic nail of your pinky into the bag and snorted a little before pouring a sloppy line onto your tits.
"Go ahead, have some." You leaned forward so your tits were in his face again, allowing him to snort the powder off with ease. He firmly held your waist in place as he sloppily licked what he couldn't snort off. A whimper escaped you when he took one breast into his mouth, suckling and nipping on your hardened bud. You winked as you pulled away and headed for his tattooed friend.
"It's not your birthday, but you get a little present too." You turned your back to him, bent over and put your legs on either side of his hips, nearly shoving your ass in his face. You seriously hoped he couldn't see how wet dancing on Gojo had gotten you. Your ass moved like jell-o as you shook it in Sukuna's face, earning a proud smile you couldn't see from him.
"You sure know how to throw a party, Satoru," Sukuna complimented, hypnotized by your ass. He even smacked it a few times, each one growing harder. You reached behind you and blindly poured some of the pink powder onto each ass cheek.
"Your turn," you cooed, wiggling your hips.
His large hands gripped your hips and pulled you close enough for him to bury his face between your asscheeks. He opted to lick up the powder instead, his long tongue inching dangerously close to your dripping cunt. He smacked your ass one last time before you got off and made your way to Toji.
"Can I snort it off your pussy?" he asked, a smirk teasing his scarred lips.
"Maybe if you say 'please.'" You straddled his lap and leaned back to balance yourself with your arms on the floor. You placed your feet on the back of the couch, spreading your legs wide, giving him a the perfect view of your scantily clad cunt.
"Pretty please?"
You poured the powder on your inner thighs, in the space between your thigh and labia majora. He licked his lips before diving in. Eagerly, he snorted the powder from one side before moving to the other. He caught your hips before you could get off and licked a stripe up your cunt, tasting your arousal.
You climbed off him and moved onto the ever stoic Nanami. You unclasped your bra and tossed it aside, but he stayed laser focused on his almost empty drink.
"Hey," you took the glass from him and set it on the table, "you can have whiskey any time, but you can only have me for tonight." You tilted Nanami's chin up too look at you before pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. His face immediately went a deep red, encouraging your next move. You stood in front of him and moved your hips seductively as you rubbed your hands up and down your body. He wouldn't admit it, but Nanami was captivated by you. You laid across his lap and threw your legs over the armrest before pouring a line of the powder from the waistband of your thong to the underside of your tits.
Nanami leaned down, about to snort it off, then hesitated. "What is this stuff?"
"Just take it, Nanamin!"
"Yeah, loosen up and enjoy this fine ass stripper."
You giggled at his friends' 'encouraging' words. "We at Club XXX call it pink pixie dust. I'm not sure what's in it, but I take it all the time with my VIPs and I'm fine."
"If he won't take it, can I snort it off your tits again?"
Nanami rolled his eyes, but gave in anyway. He leaned down and snorted the line from your tits down to your low waistband. You sat up and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Good boy."
Last but not least, you made you way over to Geto who sat with his legs spread arms rested along the back of the couch. You straddled his lap and plucked the cigarette that hung lazily from his mouth. His hands immediately clung to your hips, his fingers lazily toying with the waistband of your g-string. You took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke into face. A lazy smile spread across his face, sending pleasure across your entire body. In fact, your whole body was starting to feel hot, especially your cunt, now that you thought about it. Through the brain-fog that was starting to set, you poured a generous amount of the pink pixie dust onto your tongue. You cupped Geto's jaw in your hand and pulled him in for a kiss. He welcomed your tongue into his mouth, tasting the sour sweetness of the powder on your tongue. You only meant to kiss him as a means to transport the drug, but the arousal simmering in your body wouldn't let you pull away. Geto's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. You couldn't help but grind your aching cunt against his hard on as you made out with the long haired man.
"Hey, it's my birthday, why is he getting special treatment?"
You momentarily snapped out of it and pulled out of the kiss, Geto sucking your tongue on your way out.
"Aww, do you wan't some special treatment too, birthday boy?" you cooed.
Gojo's cheeks were flushed and his breathing heavy. You could see his dick straining against his pants and his nipples poking through his shirt. He looked like he'd keel over and die if he didn't get fucked soon. Sliding off Geto's lap, you crawled over to Gojo and situated yourself between his legs. He freed himself from the confines of his pants, allowing his hard dick to spring up against his abs. Your eyes went wide at the sight of his large, veiny length. Even Gojo looked surprised upon seeing it. His tip was an angry red and leaking heaps of pre cum, so much that you wanted to ask if he just came from...nothing?
You took him in your hands, his pre cum lubing them up, and began stroking him, but he was so large that your finger and thumb didn't meet. How on earth would you fit that down your throat? His hips bucked up into your touch as his whimpered.
"P-please, just do something. It feels like my dick is on fire," he whined.
"F-fuck, mine does too," Sukuna chimed in, palming himself through his pants. He had since abandoned his hoodie, revealing his hard nipples.
Your pussy felt the same— hot, achy, and sensitive. "I'll take care of you next."
You effortlessly took Gojo into your mouth. Your mouth had made so much saliva more saliva than usual, making it so easy. He immediately relaxed a little, your warm mouth soothing him. You could feel every vein on the underside of him gliding against your tongue as you bobbed your head up and down the length of him. Already, his dick was twitching uncontrollably. You took him the rest of the way down your throat and surprisingly didn't gag.
"F-fuck, I can't take this anymore." He fisted his hands in your hair and began insatiably fucking your face, but still, you didn't gag. Gojo unabashedly moaned, a string a curses falling from his lips as he chased his pleasure. Suddenly, he came down your throat, his hot seed filling you up for what felt like forever. When you pulled away, he seemed even worse than before. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body, reveling the outline of his abs through his tight shirt.
"Is this from that fucking powder?" Toji asked as he fisted his cock. He, too, had tossed his shirt aside and was sweaty and flushed. Nanami and Geto shared a concerned look, both men still unaffected—for now.
"Shit, feels like I'm 'bout to fuckin' die. C'mere and help me out, baby," Sukuna pleaded.
On wobbly legs, you tried to stand, but Gojo pulled you down onto his lap. "No, I still need her!"
"She promised she'd help me next!"
"I'm struggling over here too!"
You were also struggling; your nipples were puffy and sore and your breasts felt engorged, your cunt kept leaking copious amounts of arousal down your thighs, and your clit was stiff and aching. You needed to be fucked just as badly as everyone else. You pushed yourself away from Gojo and got onto the heart shaped table with your face down and ass in the air.
"Please," you begged, "do what you need to do, just make it stop."
Sukuna quickly claimed your pussy, pulling your g-string to the side and sliding right in and filling you all the way up. He felt massive, but your body was miraculously able to accommodate him. His grip on your hips was almost bruising, but you didn't care.
"Move over, let me have her ass or mouth, something!"
Sukuna, whose head was thrown back in pleasure, tuned Toji out as he continued pounding into you. You had quickly devolved into a blubbering mess, nothing but whines and moans escaping your lips. Every time he pulled back to thrust, your cunt would just suck him back in. Toji walked to the other end of the table where your head was. If you thought Gojo was massive, Toji was almost twice as large. The need for another cock in your body overpowered any intimidation you may have felt had you been sober. Drool dripped from your chin as you opened your mouth wide for Toji. He didn't even pretend to take it easy and went straight to fucking your face, burying your nose in his pubes.
"Flip her over, I need her too," Gojo whined.
Sukuna and Toji gave into him and flipped you onto your back. You were now eye level with Toji's balls, watching them swing to and fro as he thrusted into your throat. He could see the outline of him in your neck, which caused his cock to twitch. Sukuna resumed his thrusting, occasionally pushing you further up Toji. Gojo's greedy hands groped your engorged tits, squeezing them hard enough to leave marks. He latched onto one of your puffy nipples, suckling on it as if he expected milk to come out. Your cunt clenched Sukuna's dick as his thrusts grew sloppy, dick twitching erratically. Both he and Toji came at the same time, pumping you full of cum from either end. The load from Sukuna was so much that your belly had a slight bulge.
When you sat up on the table, you caught a glimpse of Nanami—whose head was resting on the back of the couch, an arm draped over his eyes, as he erratically stroked himself—and Geto—who appeared to have came a few times before, was still going at it.
"I needa help them too," you slurred as you clumsily stood from the table. Sukuna's cum and your arousal leaked down your thighs, drenching your g-string as you stumbled over to Nanami, falling on top of him.
"Lemme help you with that," you whispered in his ear before biting his lobe.
He shuddered upon feeling your tongue licking at his ear. You sloppily kissed down his neck, but his clothes got in the way.
"Why are you wearing all these clothes? Aren't you hot?"
" 'M fine," he mumbled.
"Nooo, I wanna help you!" You tugged at his black button up, not caring for the buttons that went flying. You latched onto his neck, licking and nipping at his soft skin. In his drug induced haze, he didn't care about you leaving marks. Even as you began teasing his nipples with your mouth, he didn't object—in fact, he was into it. Deep, guttural moans erupted from his chest as you kissed your way down his abs, leaving his nipples puffy and sore, like yours. Your stiffened nipples rubbed against his sensitive tip, pleasuring the both of you. You kneeled between his thighs and scooped up some of the arousal-cum mixture pooling on the hardwood beneath you and rubbed it all over your chest.
"Fuck my tits, Nanami," you whined, smushing your tits together.
The arousal burning in his body was too intense for him to reject your advances, so he gave in. You stroked his girthy, veiny cock with your breasts and even though it did nothing for you physically, just watching made more arousal leak from your cunt. From behind, Geto snuck up on you, his bulbous tip prying at your soaking hole. He half expected you to feel like sloppy seconds with how wet you were, but you squeezed him tight, like a virgin.
You moaned out in pleasure as Geto hit you in all the right spots. You were so sensitive inside that you could feel each of his veins sliding along your velvety walls. He reached around your hips and rubbed your stiff clit in tight circles. Your clit had been so neglected that even the slightest touch made your toes curl.
Sukuna, Toji, and Gojo all stroked themselves as they watched you at work. You looked so delicious sandwiched between the two men. The three of your pleasured sounds mixed together and filled the room, along with the sounds of wet slapping.
"Ah!" you moaned, cunt squeezing around Geto, "'mgonna cum."
Your cunt held him captive as he increased his pace, trying to get you both close to your pleasure peaks. He was fucking you so good that the titjob you were giving Nanami had grown sloppy. However, he had no complaints seeing as he was close himself. He was about to warn you of his oncoming orgasm, but it came faster than he anticipated, his heavy load drenching your face.
"Shit, I'm sorry," he apologized, wiping some of the cum off your face with his hand. You caught his wrist in your grip and pulled his cum covered fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. Shortly after, Geto came inside of you as he continued his thrusts as best he could.
"I need to feel her pussy," Gojo whined, collapsing onto one of the couches.
"You're not the only one that hasn't been fucked yet, brat," Toji spat.
"Well, it's my birthday!"
"Tch, whatever."
You crawled across the small room and straddled Gojo, easily sliding down onto his cock that was still hard. Everyone's was.
"Tooojiii," you whined, "come fuck my ass."
He didn't hesitate to position himself behind you. As you rode Gojo, he spread your cheeks apart, expecting to see a tight, puckered hole, but instead your ass was also oozing arousal and your hole had a small gape to it. It surely was a sight for Toji to see. As pressing as his need for sex was, he paused to admire your dripping hole. He was able to slide in fairly easily, stuffing you even fuller than before. Both men could feel the other's dick sliding against him through the thin wall separating your pussy from your ass. Although it was oddly surreal, it felt good being stuffed this full. Gojo admired the way your tits bounced before his eyes, hypnotizing him as you milked his cock. The two men established some kind of rhythm, one in and one out as they fucked you. You barely had it in you to moan anymore so instead you collapsed against Gojo's chest, opting to suck at his swollen nipples instead. He writhed beneath you, his strained whimpers melodic in your ears along with the sounds of everything else.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he praised, lazily thrusting up into you.
You pulled off his nipple with a pop and pressed a kiss to his lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting his friends all over you. Your kiss was forcefully interrupted when Toji pulled you upright by your hair. He turned your head slightly to capture your mouth in a kiss of his own. Unlike Gojo's and Geto's, Toji's kiss was rough. Teeth clashed as he licked your mouth all over, biting your lips occasionally. His large hand slid down your throat and gripped it tightly as he roughly made out with you, still pounding into your ass. Your already hazy mind grew fuzzier with the lack of oxygen and it made you feel great. Your sore thighs shook as your orgasm came crashing over you, forcing you to squeeze the men penetrating you. Toji released your throat from his grip as he felt his own orgasm approaching. So much cum came from his load that it spilled out from around his cock that was still plugging your ass. Gojo came as Toji pulled out, filling your cunt with the nth load of cum tonight. Once Toji released his hold on you, you collapsed against Gojo's chest, your eyelids growing heavy.
From your periphery, you could see some of the other men had fallen asleep too, the drug probably wearing off. From beneath you, Gojo's breathing grew heavy, lulling you further into your drowsiness.
(Wip)
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