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⋆˚꩜｡ 𝐅𝐖𝐔 why keep crawling back to satoru who only wants you bent over and gone when suguru will stay inside you and still be there in the morning?

angst. revenge. rebound sex. jealousy. possessiveness. toxic reclaiming. overstimulation. rough sex. suguru doesn’t stop even when you came .ೃ࿔

authors note ꒰ა this is a continutation of my fratgojo | gojo art by @/thatsallitchief suguru art by @/atsulier

it keeps happening just often enough, that you find yourself listening for the sound of his voice drifting down the hallway.

and that easy hey, which always ends with you pressed against a wall or bent over whatever surface is closest, while his fingers tangle in your hair as he takes exactly what he wants then walks away before your breath has even steadied.

sometimes a day later a blunt text arrives with nothing but a place and a time and you show up anyway telling yourself the repetition must mean something.

until the afternoon you cross the quad and see him with his arm settled around a tall dark haired girl who is laughing at whatever he just said leaning into him like she belongs there while he never once looks your way.

that night you lie awake staring at the ceiling hating how badly you still crave the next time he’ll use you while the weeks smear together into a string of hookups that finish with him pulling out and leaving without a word, and those campus glimpses that land just casually enough to feel intentional.

until you finally stop sending the first message and he either fails to notice or notices and simply doesn’t care leaving you exhausted from chasing after scraps.

you’re currently at shoko’s apartment that carries the thick scent of cigarette smoke mixed with instant coffee while you sit curled on her couch with your knees drawn tight to your chest and your voice breaks in that raw ugly way it only does after you’ve kept something locked inside for far too long.

“he just leaves. every time. and then i see him with someone else like i’m nothing. like i was never-” you don’t finish because the words stick in your throat while shoko stays quiet with her cigarette burning down between her fingers and you’re right in the middle of admitting how pathetic it is that you still get wet for someone who treats you like a convenient hole.

when the front door opens and suguru steps in pausing in the entryway as he takes in the whole scene until something in his expression goes still he doesn’t interrupt just leans against the wall and listens while you keep talking, because stopping feels worse spilling out the anger the humiliation and that leftover want that makes you sick.

and when you finally run out of words, the silence hangs thick until suguru’s voice comes calm and even “he’s always been like that” and you look at him noticing the way he watches you, the same way he watches everything quiet assessing a little too sharp underneath then he says “i can help you stop waiting”

and it isn’t a question at all so you stare at him for a second before managing “help how exactly” and he pushes off the wall taking a slow step closer “by giving you something that doesn’t leave you empty afterward something that actually stays” shoko exhales a thin stream of smoke glancing between the two of you and mutters “this is either the worst idea or the best one you’ve had in months”

but suguru doesn’t look away from you “you’re tired of crumbs right” and you nod almost against your will so he continues “then stop collecting them i’m offering a whole different kind of meal one that doesn’t vanish the second he gets what he wants” your voice comes quieter now “and what do you get out of it” he almost smiles “the chance to watch you stop looking at him like he matters more than you do.”

and just like that that’s how you ended up in his room with your legs already spreading for him on the bed, while suguru takes his time refusing to rush a single second of it as he undresses you piece by piece like every button and zipper is something he’s deliberately claiming, his mouth finding the side of your throat and staying there long enough to leave a slow heat under your skin, his hands steady and unhurried as they map the places.

satoru used to grab and discard without thought and when he finally pushes inside it’s deep and controlled the stretch of him filling you in a way that forces your breath out in a long shaky sound his hips rolling instead of snapping giving you the full length of every slow thrust, so you feel him everywhere at once.

he watches your face the entire time never looking away one hand staying on your jaw his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth every time a gasp slips free and he asks “does he ever look at you when he fucks you”

you manage to answer between breaths “he never looks he just finishes and leaves” and suguru’s eyes darken as he thrusts deeper “tell me how different this feels” and you choke out “it feels like you’re actually here , not just using me” and he hums in approval still moving inside you

“good, because i am here and i’m not going anywhere” after, he holds you down when you try to turn your face away, while his other hand slides between your bodies to work you open even wider.

until the pressure builds so heavy you come, first clenching around him with a broken sound that makes his breath catch and he keeps talking through it.

“that’s it come for me” and he follows a minute later forehead pressed hard to yours hips stuttering as he finishes inside you, breath uneven and raw murmuring “see how much better it is when someone stays after?”

which he doesn’t pull away or leave the way you’re used to instead he stays buried deep until he softens then eases out carefully, and reaches for a damp cloth wiping between your legs with a gentleness that feels almost more intimate than the sex itself before.

he flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up guiding himself back into you from behind slower this time, deeper his chest pressed to your back as he whispers into your ear.

“he never stays does he? never holds you after, never bothers to learn what makes you shake like this” you gasp out his hand sliding around to rub circles over your clit while he fucks into you with long rolling thrusts, that force soft broken noises out of your throat, and when your arms start to give out.

he gathers you up onto your side spooning you close one leg hooked over his so he can keep rocking into you from behind, while his mouth stays at your neck.

you come again around him shaking hard enough that he has to hold you tighter through it, his own release following.

soon after as he buries himself as deep as he can get and stays there panting against your shoulder, he turns you to face him brushing damp hair from your forehead.

you sleep there tangled in his sheets waking in the morning to find him already up making coffee in the kitchen like nothing major shifted even though everything between you clearly has.

six days later satoru finds out.

you’re still not sure who let it slip.

whether shoko cut sharp with the truth, or whether suguru simply wanted him to know, wanted the information to see if it kills him.

either way, the result is the same,

he turns up at your door looking like sleep has been a stranger for days. his hair a chaotic mess, jaw locked so tight the muscle jumps, he doesn’t wait for you to invite him in.

the second the door opens he steps forward, forcing you to take a half step back just to keep from colliding with his chest.

“you let him fuck you?” you fold your arms across your chest, feeling the defensive line form without conscious thought.

“you keep leaving me with cum running down my leg.” you throw back, voice steadier than you feel, “

so don’t stand here and act like i was ever exclusive.”

his laugh comes out short and bitter, it doesn’t sound like him “that’s not the same.”

“isn’t it?” you tilt your head, refusing to look away. “you used me whenever it was convenient and walked out before i could even catch my breath. you never stayed. you never asked. you never once made it feel like i was anything more than a body that happened to be available. so tell me again how it’s different.”

he steps closer, you refuse to give ground. your back is almost to the wall now, but you hold the line, chin up, arms still crossed.

he reaches for you, hand lifting toward your face or your waist, you’re not sure which, and you slap it away hard enough that the sound cracks through room.

his fingers curl into a fist at his side. something flashing through his eyes. anger. jealousy. hurt, maybe, though he’d never name it that.

the first real feeling he’s handed you in weeks, and it’s ugly.

“you’re mine.” he says, “you’ve been mine since the very first time. every late-night text you answered. don’t stand there and pretend it didn’t mean anything.”

“it meant something to me.” you fire back, heat rising in your chest.

“that’s the problem. it never meant the same thing to you. you got what you wanted and left. over and over. and then i had to watch you walk around campus with your arm around someone else like i was never even there. so spare me the sudden possessiveness, satoru. you don’t get to claim me now just because someone else touched what you threw away.”

his breathing has gone uneven, he looks at you like he’s seeing the damage for the first time, the way you hold yourself, the refusal in your posture, the fact that you’re not melting the way you used to.

“suguru doesn’t get to have you,” he says, “he doesn’t get to step in and play savior because i fucked up. you’re not his to fix.”

“i’m not yours to break either.”

the words land. you see them hit. his throat works.

the anger surges back, desperate and possessive.

he moves again, crowding you against the wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other hovering near your waist like he’s fighting the urge to grab.

his voice drops into that low, register that used to make your stomach flip.

“i can fix it,” he says. “let me fix it. i’ll stay. i’ll- fuck, i’ll do it right this time. just don’t… don’t let him be the one who gets to keep you.”

you don’t kiss him back when he leans in, you turn your face away at the last second, his mouth brushing the corner of yours instead of landing, his breath stutters against your cheek.

“get out,” you say, he freezes, the hand beside your head curls into a fist against the wall.

for a long moment neither of you moves. you can hear his breathing, rough and uneven. you can feel the tension coiling through his body, the war between dragging you closer and respecting the line you just drew. “h-haaa.. fuck..”

“get out, satoru.” something fractures behind his eyes, he pushes off the wall, steps back, and the sudden space between you feels colder than it should.

he looks at you one last time then he turns and walks out.

the door clicks shut behind him harder than necessary.

you stay where you are, back against the wall, arms still folded tight across your chest.

your hands are shaking. your pulse is a frantic drum in your throat. outside, the hallway stays silent.

and for the first time in a long time the waiting feels like it’s finally over whether he accepts that or not.

[yuri-min]

➵ being satoru's secret fuck buddy isn't for the weak ୨୧ non-sorcerer au ୨୧ suggestive ୨୧ part one > part three A/N: the more parts, the more pictures i'll try to include 🙏 been out a lot recently so am not able to make as much TT taglist still open!

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[yuri-min]

➵ being satoru's secret fuck buddy isn't for the weak ୨୧ non-sorcerer au ୨୧ suggestive ୨୧ part two A/N: first smau series >< made this while also working on a new fic (might take a while to finish) if you wanna be updated when the next part comes out, tell me in the comments if you wanna be tag listed ^^ anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

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[yuri-min]

incoming fic :b (hopefully i don't get lazy TT)

[yuri-min]

➵ moving on from frat!sukuna slow burn(?)✦ hurt with comfort ✦ not proofread ✦ 2,929 wc✦ part one > part two

Not only were you left alone in a dark alley with an aching heart, but you also caught the flu. All that’s ever happened to you were a series of unfortunate events ever since you got involved with frat!sukuna, him obviously being the cause of all your bad luck. So why were you still attached to him? Currently laying sick in your bed at your dorm, having no other choice but to miss today's lectures. You did try to get up but alas, your body let you down. Everything seems to keep letting you down. Having a hard time falling asleep, your phone lit up. Checking who it was who texted you, you were surprised to see choso’s name. 

A small smile slipping. You're glad to have a friend like Choso, especially during times like this. Unwillingly, your mind suddenly thinks of frat!sukuna. Wondering if he’s worried about you or if he’s even thinking of you the same way you’re thinking of him right now. Even though the answer is obvious, you still hope otherwise. The flu is really tempering with your judgement. Or was it? Closing your eyes, you try to drift into sleep. Until your phone buzzed.

Out of desperation, you quickly reach for your phone to check who texted you. ‘Oh, it’s just choso…’ you see choso’s name along with *‘sent 12 attachments’*. Sighing disappointed. Why were you disappointed? Guilt creeping in, choso was kind enough to send you his notes and yet you don’t seem glad he did. Were you expecting it to be a certain someone who texted you? 

frat!sukuna is probably going on with his day as usual, not thinking of you. Why would he? You’re pretty sure you’re no one to him. Just someone he can bother and play with. He didn’t even know who you were before you humiliated him at a party then. If you didn’t drink too much that night, you wouldn’t have to experience these confusing feelings. You wouldn’t have to get hurt every time you think of him.

Frustrated, you let go of your phone. Laying spread out and face up on your bed, you let out a heavy sigh. Staring at the ceiling of your room, you let your mind drift. Drift, drift, drift until your eyes feel heavier and heavier. Finally drifting to sleep. 

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Waking up to the sound of your phone ringing. You answer the call. It was choso. “I’m outside your dorm.” Sleepiness immediately leaves your body, you quickly stumble your way to the front door. Opening the door with widened eyes, you were met with the tall pretty man looking down at your shorter frame. “Hi.” Choso greets you softly. Out of breath you replied, “hello…?”  confused as to why he was standing in front of your dorm room.

“I got worried something bad happened to you since you just ‘seened’ my message…” he says shyly, scratching the back of his head. He was worried about you. “Oh. I just forgot to reply, I must've fallen asleep. I’m sorry for worrying you choso..” you admit embarrassed. Looking down, you see a plastic bag in Choso's hand. “I-i bought you medicine and some vitamins to help you get through the flu..”  blurts out, handing you the plastic bag. Speechless, you stare at the plastic bag in front of you. Without realizing, your eyes started to tear up. Choso’s eyes widening and his hands fidgeting in a panic, not knowing what he did and what to do. “I’m sorry for what I did, whatever it was I did. Ahh ehh uhm.” somewhat finding his panicking silly, you release a quiet giggle. Wiping the tears in your eyes, shaking your head. You assure choso, “it’s okay choso, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was just touched,” followed by a chuckle. Relieved, Choso's eyes softened.

For a moment, you were calm. The anxiety and stress you were used to feeling most of the time, banished in that moment. Being reminded that living shouldn’t always feel that way, having to always be on guard in fear of something or someone will ruin you. Since when have you felt so anxious? Choso made you realize a lot of things, you’re grateful for that. “Thank you Cho. I appreciate it.” thanking choso for more than just buying you medicine and vitamins, but he isn’t aware of it. “You’re welcome *your name*. Get well soon, you’ll have a lot of catching up to do if not.” Choso half jokes, knowing he’s right about having a lot of catching up if you miss another lecture. Chuckling, you guarantee him you’ll be able to attend tomorrow’s lecture. Choso bids you goodbye before leaving, waving sheepishly at you with a tight smile. You wave back at him, smiling faintly. 

‘Wait a minute…’ only now realizing your dishevelled self, wearing an oversized shirt with a few holes in it and your hair in a mess. Evident you’ve been in bed all day. Murmuring curses to yourself, you’re glad choso didn’t say anything. Glancing inside the plastic bag, Choso really did buy you medicine and vitamins for your flu. Smiling to yourself, you felt your heart flutter. 

Forgetting all about a certain pink haired man after your wholesome interaction with a pretty man in pigtails.

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You’ve been occupied recently, with activities and projects your professors gave. And honestly, you’ve been having a fun time. Ever since the day Choso showed up at your door, something inside you shifted. You’re back to your usual self. Your life before frat!sukuna was involved. It felt refreshing. Although you still see him from time to time on campus, exchanging a few glances here and there, but never really interacting with each other. frat!sukuna stopped bothering you completely, no calls or texts. Thankfully so. Peacefully living your life nowadays.

You and Choso started hanging out a lot more often. Whether it be at the library reviewing, seating next to each other during lectures at the back of the room, or eating lunch together. Choso’s shyness starts to wear off, seeing a side to him you’ve never imagined you’d get to see. Like now, the two of you were sitting at the bleachers and he was going on about this game he’s been playing recently. Never thought of Choso as a gamer, he looked like the type to only be interested in books. You also find out that Choso can play the guitar, sharing his musical interests with you as well. “What about you, do you have any hobbies?” Choso suddenly asks. You blink at him, taken aback. Eventually, you answer him. The both of you are actually getting to know each other. 

“Not to creep you out or anything, but there’s a man staring at us…” Choso points out. Curious, you look behind you to see a familiar man with pink hair, on the field. Your breath hitches, you quickly stood up. “Let’s chat somewhere else. Somewhere without creeps staring at us.” you spoke. Choso listens and stands up as well, following you walk off. Not looking back, you walk away. Walking away from the man who once made you question your worth. Never again.

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Now back at your dorm, after hanging out with Choso. You’re sprawled on your bed scrolling through your phone. Having finished all your assignments early, you have a lot of free time. Mindlessly doom scrolling until you heard a knock on the door. Raising your brow, you weren’t expecting anyone. The person at the door growing impatient, starts knocking persistently. Finally getting up, you cautiously make your wake to the front door. “Who is it?” finding out who the person on the other side is first before opening the door. “It’s me.”

“I don’t know anyone named ‘it’s me’. Go away.” you sarcastically reply, recognizing the person’s voice. “Since when have you learned to talk back? You’re usually so obedient.” you hear the person sneer. “I’m not a dog. Leave me alone.” sneering back, not backing down. “That man you’ve been hanging out with taught you to be a bitch didn’t he.” Infuriated, you slam open the door. Regretting it right after. Standing there in front of you was frat!sukuna, as you guessed right. “You don’t know him. Don’t talk about him as if you do.” you snarl agitated at him. Frat!sukuna scoffs, stepping into your dorm now, you’re stepping back. “And you’re so sure you know him?” frat!sukuna now towering over you. “I am. He’s definitely nothing like you, that's for sure.” retorting, some words faltering. “I doubt that. You know what they say, ‘blood runs thicker than water’, right?” 

‘What.’

“What are you talking about? Quit your nonsense.” you’re starting to get anxious. “He didn’t tell you?”  frat!sukuna bursts out laughing. Now you’re really anxious. “Tell me what…?” you nervously asked. Not even sure if you want to know. frat!sukuna looks you in the eyes before answering, “we’re related. he’s my cousin.” grinning menacingly down at you. ‘He’s lying. Right?’ “Why are you telling me this?” keeping yourself composed, you refuse to let any ounce of vulnerability show. You refuse to boost frat!sukuna’s ego any more. “Sure he isn’t like me. No one can be me. But he isn’t the saint you think he is. You’re getting your hopes up.” scoffing, “you’re one to talk. Whatever it is that he did in the past, I'm sure he has a reason. Now I want you out of my dorm.” 

“So soon? I know you missed me.” frat!sukuna leans closer to you. Trying to close the gap between you two, you back away. “Get out. I’m so sick of letting you do whatever the hell you want.” you start. “You’re really such a selfish prick. Only thinking about yourself. Do you even have a heart? You can’t keep disregarding people's feelings, sukuna.” tears welling up in your eyes. “So just this once please, leave me alone. Don’t speak to me. Never show your face to me again.” got too caught up in your feelings, you unexpectedly ranted. Not saying a word, frat!sukuna just looks you dead in the eyes. “Tsk.” was all he said before he left. Didn’t even bother to close the door behind him proves he’s an inconsiderate asshole.

Getting a sense of deja vu, you recall experiencing something similar. You remembered when frat!sukuna left you alone in a dark alley, feeling dirty and used. Vulnerable. Just like now, he left right after you poured your emotions out. vulnerability meaning nothing to him, as he kept evidently showing. frat!sukuna is a man incapable of feeling empathy. 

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Not only are you avoiding frat!sukuna, but now you’re also avoiding nerd!choso. Feeling a bit guilty knowing nerd!choso didn’t do anything, frat!sukuna’s words just got to you. Besides, you need time to fully heal. Meaning you have to avoid everything that reminds you of frat!sukuna, including his cousin nerd!choso. 

It’s been three days since frat!sukuna showed up at your dorm. Three days without decent sleep. That night replaying in your head almost twenty-four seven. The bell snapped you out of your daze, another lecture you failed to focus on. Quickly packing up your belongings so you can leave, you hear someone calling your name. Not looking back, you swiftly make your way out of class. As you were walking rapidly through the corridor, somehow made it far, you expected to have lost whoever was searching for you in class. “*your name*!” halting in your tracks. You slowly turn your head, you see nerd!choso standing behind you looking out of breath.

Walking up closer, he stops right in front of you. “Why have you been avoiding me?” “I’m not avoiding you?” “You are. Just now you were running away from me.” “I wasn’t running-”

“You were fastly walking away from me. Can we please talk seriously?” he immediately shuts you up. You let out a defeated sigh, nodding your head. “I have been avoiding you.” you admit to him, guilt showing. “Was it something I did?” “You didn’t do anything Cho…” “I don’t understand, then why are you avoiding me?” nerd!choso asks pleadingly, desperate to get an answer from you. Taking a deep breath, you answer, “why didn’t you tell me you were related to Sukuna Ryomen?”

Stunned by the sudden mention of his cousin, he furrows his eyebrows. “I didn’t think it was relevant for me to suddenly bring him up…” “Then why was it when we were at the bleachers a few days ago, you referred to him as just ‘a man’?” nerd!choso stays quiet. His reaction was enough for you to walk away. This time,nerd!chosodoesn’t follow. Maybe frat!sukuna was right, they weren’t that different after all.

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The weekend came and you had nothing better to do, leaving you with only one option; bedrotting. You didn’t have the energy or motivation to do anything anyway. Everything happened way too fast, your brain couldn’t even process them properly. All you knew was you felt betrayed. Luckily you had the whole dorm to yourself, your roommate being away for the weekend. Already planning on binge watching ‘the mentalist’ while shoving a bunch of junk foods down your throat. 

Hours into binge watching, your peace was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door. Murmuring to yourself, you lazily get up from your bed shuffling your way to the door. Opening the door, you were met with nerd!choso in front of your dorm. “He didn’t want anyone to know we were related.” nerd!choso blurts out without wasting another second. You raise a brow, confused on what nerd!choso’s saying. “Sukuna. He doesn’t want anyone knowing we’re related. Well, I didn't want anyone to know either. I’m sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was scared you’ll see me differently once you knew we were related. I had a bad experience after telling people we were related…” nerd!choso explains himself, hoping you’d believe him. The both of you standing there for a few seconds before opening the door wider. “Come in.” inviting him inside your dorm. He scans your face, searching for any hints of doubt. After seeing none, he warily enters your dorm and follows you inside. Closing the door behind him.

You sat back down on your bed, waiting for nerd!choso to sit next to you. Instead, he sits on your swivel chair right next to your bed. Watching him fidget with the hem of his shirt nervously, you decided to break the silence. “Why didn’t you tell me when I asked you the first time?” “I wasn’t sure how you’d react if I told you…” “How’d you imagine I’d react?” “Not…good…” nerd!choso confesses quietly. Letting out a sigh, you ask him another question. “Why were you scared of me finding out you were related to sukuna?” nerd!choso hesitates before answering,

“I had a suspicion that you and Sukuna had a…thing going on between the two of you. I didn’t know exactly what but I knew it was something complicated. I didn’t want to be involved in whatever the two of you had but when you let me sit next to you that day, I realized you weren’t as bad as I thought you’d be. You were genuine, better than the rest of sukuna’s girlfriends. I was afraid you’d think I was just like him when I know I'm better…I can treat you way better than he did.”

The last phrase he said caught you off guard. Looking up at him with widened eyes, you were speechless. “Uhm, I wasn't expecting to confess to you like this. Not to mention this soon. I’m sorry for talking a lot-” “Do you mean it?” you cut him off. “I-...I meant everything I said.” nerd!choso sits up straight, looking you in the eyes. “Unlike Sukuna, my intentions for you are serious and I'm willing to wait for you for as long as it takes. I genuinely like you, *your name*. I hope you’ll at least consider giving me a chance.” nerd!choso confesses whole heartily, his eyes beaming with hope. “Don’t worry, I'm not expecting an answer right now,” he reassures, “I just want to let you know I feel and what my intentions are and that they’re genuine.” you sit there silently, processing everything nerd!choso just said. “Thank you for being honest with me, Choso. I really appreciate it.” finally speaking up. You observe nerd!choso’s body language, noticing how he’s more nervous now than he was just a few seconds ago. “Although I don't think I can give you an answer anytime soon…” “I understand.” “Can we still be friends?” you ask nerd!choso. “Of course.”

You spend the rest of the day binge watching and eating junk foods, however this time you have nerd!choso to keep you company. Whatever was bothering you a while ago, now long gone and forgotten. You’re finally able to relax while doing the things you love, now with a person you enjoy being around. Turns out everything does happen for a reason, and in this case, you learned how to put yourself first after everything that happened. Sure you may have lost someone you thought you had, but in exchange you attained someone who respects you and sees you for who you truly were without holding back. In the end, it’s a win-win for you actually. 

Maybe getting involved with frat!sukuna wasn’t so bad after all, if it weren’t for him you wouldn’t have learnt the lessons you know now. Although there still some parts of frat!sukuna that are still wandering in your head but not to worry, nerd!choso can help getting rid of them.

© 2026 yuri-min A/N:  final part done! TYSM for reading and liking this short series, it means a lot to me<3 i appreciate every one of y'all's comments and critiques :) i'm debating if i should create a separate series of 'nerd!choso x reaer' but in choso's perspective >< tell me whatya guys think ^^

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[yuri-min]

reader not only staying on the damn call but also letting that man touch you??? she exactly where she wants to be and its barely pt2

Indeed foolish on her end. The things you do when you’re (unfortunately) down bad 😓 Dw! she’ll soon wake up from being “down bad” and will make better decisions, trust 🙏 (i swear i’m trying to make the fic longer this time 😭)

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➵ avoiding frat!sukuna after the night of the party. 18+ mdni ✦ phone sex✦ fingering ✦ jealousy ✦ slow burn(?) ✦ hurt/no comfort ✦ not proofread ✦ 1,691 wc✦ part one > part three

ever since, you've been avoiding frat!sukuna at all cost. not knowing what will happen to you if you don't get rid of the feelings you have for him. the next morning after the night of the party, frat!sukuna didn't attend first lecture. fortunately for you. although you notice him immediately right after class, in the now crowded hallway. you could recognize his pink hair anywhere. leaving before he could spot you.

ignoring his calls and messages despite knowing you'd be in trouble if he finds you. you'll just have to make sure he doesn't find you. desperate not to bump into frat!sukuna, you change your entire routine. chilling at spots you've never chilled at, staying away from your previous go to places. basically steering clear of areas frat!sukuna would usually find me. it'll take time and effort but at least you wouldn't have to deal with a certain pink haired man.

days turn into a few weeks and you've managed to avoid frat!sukuna so far. he must've noticed you were avoiding him because he stopped sitting next to you during lectures. occasionally sending you text messages. he's still there but at least he isn't constantly pestering you anymore. you began to wonder if this all could've been preventable if you ignored him sooner. would he have let you go this easily from the start?

one night during your study session, your phone rang. picking up your phone, not even bothering to check the caller id before answering.

"hello?"

no answer.

"who is this?"

still no answer. just breathing.

"if this is another prank call then i'm hanging up."

but before you could hang up, you hear a strange noise on the other side of the call. suspicious, you wait a little longer. this time you hear it clearer. shuffled groans. heat rushes to your face as you immediately clock what was going on. "w-what the hell?" your words faltering. the idea of someone pleasuring themself while on call was making you feel things. you squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve yourself somehow. the other's groans got louder, more shameless, as if they gained more confidence. yet you don't hang up. unable to contain yourself, you slide a hand into your shorts. rubbing small circles on your clitoris. as if sensing you playing with yourself, you hear the other person crack a low chuckle.

"you're a pervert. you're turned on by this aren't you?

you stop in your tracks. your heart sunk. you knew that voice. without wasting another second, you hang up. your heart banging in your chest, face still heated. then suddenly, it hit you. frat!sukuna was jerking himself off, on call, with you. could it be possible he was jerking off to you? shaking your head. of course not. why would he jerk himselff off to you? right?

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you couldn't sleep a wink at all that night. not only were you confused as hell, you were also left sexually frustrated. frat!sukuna really has his ways of tormenting you. how could you have possibly fallen for a man like him? sure he was good looking, has a great physique, has an insane sex appeal. as much as he was a sight for sore eyes, he was still an insufferable man with a questionable personality. you shouldn't like him. as they say, 'just because he may be good for your hole, doesn't mean they're good for your soul.' your mind too occupied with what happened last night, you don't notice someone stand next to you.

"excuse me, is this seat taken?" you look up to see a tall man, black hair in pigtails, and a tattoo across his nose. a pretty man. after shamelessly gawking at him for a few seconds, you shook your head. the pretty man then sits next to you. later on you learn his name to be choso. the reason this is the first time you've met him was because he usually sits upfront due to his bad hearing. except today the seats upfront were all occupied leaving him no choice but to sit at the back. "don't worry, i have great hearing. if you couldn't hear what professor yaga is saying, you can rely on me." you reassured him with a smile, receiving a tight smile back from him. not knowing the small interaction you just had was witnessed by non other than frat!sukuna.

the man glares at the both of you from at the front, as he just had entered the room. just as he was about to approach you, a woman suddenly called him by his name, telling frat!sukuna to seat next to her. as she had saved him a seat. your attention now on him, frat!sukuna instead makes his way to sit next to the woman. you felt a pang of jealousy but tried burying it inside. you didn't have any right to feel jealous in the first place anyway.

you tried to pay attention to the lecture. you really did. but your focus kept drifting to the pink haired man in front of you, and the woman who clung to him. luckily choso was there to snap you right out of your thoughts jealousy, occasionally asking you to clarify what professor yaga said. the two of you becoming comfortable as the lecture kept going. little did you know you were also being observed by the same man you've been keeping an eye on.

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you and choso ended up exchanging phone numbers by the end of the class after finding out you had similar interests with him. casually walking out of the building, you were blocked by a broad chest. afraid of looking up, already knowing whose chest you bumped into, you hold in your breath. the man in front you was indeed frat!sukuna. he grabbed your arm before you could run away and brought you to a more private area.

after a few minutes of walking he finally lets go of your arm. you hiss at the release. his hold on your arm felt like it'll bruise. "you're flirting with other men behind my back huh? last night made you that horny you're out looking for other men to fill that cunt?" he aggressively said, his eyes looking down sharply at you. with furrowed eyebrows you spat back at him, "excuse me? i didn't call you. you did. you were the one who called with your hand on your dick, you perv. what the fuck by the way!?"

"you're one to talk. i know you were touching yourself to my groaning. you're secretly a pervert too. don't act all innocent, brat." frat!sukuna steps closer to you until you had your back against a brick wall, bodies only inches apart. your breath hitches, nervousness creeping in. suddenly you were made aware of the little distance your bodies have, heat rising to your face. as if frat!sukuna can read your mind, he leans in closer. his face hovering yours. noticing the way you try to keep your breathing composed but failing, he smirks. you wanted to smack that sly smirk off his face. as if he knew the power he had over you. which he, unfortunately, has. frat!sukuna tilts his face closer to the side of your face, his breath fanning your ear.

"do i make you nervous?" frat!sukuna as if on purpose, he breathes out close to your ear. shakily letting out an accidental whimper. you clasp your hand over your mouth, in attempt to cover the sound you let out. too late though, he definitely heard you. to confirm he did, he lightly bit the outer of your ear, teasingly. shutting your eyes, letting out another unintentional sound. frat!sukuna finding the way your body reacts to him amusing, he decides to take things further. one hand on the brick wall to steady him, meanwhile the other makess its way to the hem of your mid thigh skirt. a soft gasp escaping your lips. frat!sukuna whispers dirty things into your ear as his hand reaches your crotch. feeling your, now, damped panty.

"this arouses you, hm?" "me touching you down here gets you wet?" "been imagining me touching like this?" frat!sukuna who's now rubbing circles on your clit. you're barely able to hold in your sounds at this point. resting your head on his chest, your hand still over your mouth, while the other hangs on to frat!sukuna's bicep for balance. the two of you were in a dark, quite secluded, alley. although if someone were to stop for a second and look, they'd immediately know what was happening. the possibility of someone catching you and frat!sukuna together in a dark alley doing unholy things, makes your stomach turn.

"did you just cum, brat?" embarrassed, you hide yourself in his chest. i guess the thought of getting caught didn't just make you anxious, but it turned you on as well. frat!sukuna lets out an airy chuckle. "hah, look who's the real pervert now?", he teases. out of nowhere, frat!sukuna's phone rang. taking his hand out of your skirt, he takes out his phone from his back pocket.

"tsk." frat!sukuna picks up. you can hear the person on the other side of the line. it's a woman. the woman's voicewaking you up, you were reminded of what type of man frat!sukuna was. a man who liked to party, hook up, and surround himself with people just like him. you were not like him, at all. "I gotta go."

leaning in closer, he rests his forehead on yours. it almost felt genuine. "i don't want you around that man. I don't want you around any man." he tells you. more like an order than a phrase, really.

he walks away, leaving you alone in the dark alley. feeling used and disgusted with yourself. the ache in your heart worsening. you were left wondering what you did to be treated this way. were you only deserving to be regarded this awfully? how can a man make you question your worth while being such a dick to you? a tear escapes your eye.

'you should really stand up for yourself.'

© 2026 yuri-min A/N: part two done! i had to rephrase quite a lot because i kept repeating the same words like a LOT T^T anyway, don't ever let a man OR anyone make you question your worth :< no one but ourselves can define our worth. we always deserve better guys, everyone deserves love :)

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[6x-x9]

.✦ ݁･˖ ℛ.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ݁･✧˚. would stay inside his pretty wife, forever if he could. 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ꒰Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Trueform!Sukuna ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ belly bulge⋮⋮ intimate sex ⋮⋮ kissing꒱

Sukuna’s chamber was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single oil lamp that burned low on the far table. The faint glow of flickering flames dancing across the wide futon. You're laying on your back in the center of the silk sheets, thighs spread wide around Sukuna’s powerful hips.

The weight of him presses you deep into the bedding, four massive arms caging you in, four crimson eyes stay locked on your face with an intensity that steals your breath with every passing moment.

One of his massive cocks fills your cunt, stretching you open so completely that every tiny shift of his body sends jolts of overwhelming fullness through you. He's been inside you for so long that you've lost all sense of time.

It feels like hours his cock has been keeping you full, letting you feel every inch of him. The burn in your muscles deepening with every breath. Your legs tremble from holding the position you're in.

Sweat cools on your skin. Tiny droplets tracing paths down your sides. Yet the heat radiating from Sukuna wraps around you like a living flame, keeping you warm, while his first cock rests heavy and thick against your tummy. Its warmth seeping into your skin where the fat head is nestled perfectly in the soft dip of your navel. Thick, sticky precum dribbles steadily from the slit, filling that little hollow and spills over where the taut skin beneath your belly grows warmer from inside out. The sensation makes your breath hitch.

You can feel the way your own pussy drips around his second cock, sweet juices soaking his girth and the sheets below with every flutter of your walls. Sukuna felt every little pulse, every flutter of your walls around his massive length. Your cunt's molded itself to him now, gripping him tightly and welcomes him deeper with each subtle shift as you clench helplessly around his massive length, pulsing and squeezing as if trying to pull him in even deeper.

Your fingers are fisted tight in the silk sheets, knuckles white, the fabric's scrunched up in your palms so hard that if you let go, the imprints of your grip would remain. Every muscle in your body felt deliciously sore already. The kind of ache you knew would linger tomorrow and remind you exactly who had claimed you so thoroughly.

Sukuna moves with aching gentleness. He fucked his cock into you slowly. Just a little more with each rock of his hips, pushing a little deeper, then easing back only to press forward again. Every thrust paired with a tender-rough kiss to your neck. He's sucked purple kisses into your skin, marked you as his, over and over again, he can’t help himself.

This was one of those long nights, where he had you right where he wanted you. His version of making love to his sweet wife involved this slow worship. He kissed your beautiful skin. He felt your warmth and revelled in the pace of your heartbeat under his palm. The way your blood circulated throughout your body hypnotized him. It captivated him completely alongside the tight constricting heat of your cunt around his cock.

Wet squelches were significantly audible now, sopping wetness that flowed out thickly from your cunt, made them most prominent in the quiet room. He loved those lewd noises. He loved the scent of you even more. The warm salt of your skin. The sweetness of your hair and the sweet, heady aroma of your arousal that hung thick in the air around you both. His eyes traced every detail of you.

The heat across your cheeks. The way your lips trembled. The subtle sheen of sweat making your breasts glisten. He noticed how your nipples peaked in the cool air, noticed the rapid rise and fall of your chest. The soft thrumming of your heartbeat under his fingertips calmed him. Love made him drink in all of it. You were his. Utterly and perfectly his.

By now, you started to whine as the pressure built unbearably.

“s'too much...haaah...Sukuna-” The words left your lips high pitched and dazed. Voice coming out soft and breaking on little incoherent babbles when another slow thrust nudged his thick cockhead against that deep, sensitive gummy-soft spot inside you.

Sukuna shushed you gently, lips brushing your ear. “Shh, little wife. I know. I know it stretches you so full. But you are taking me so well. Just a little more. Let me feel you.”

His crimson eyes drank in every detail of your face, the way your lashes fluttered, the way your lips parted on little gasps as he rocked into you more intentionally but tenderly. He knew he was big. Everything about him was. He always tried so hard not to overwhelm you. Yet the stretch of his huge cock already did that. Your body always tried its hardest to take him. It fluttered and clenched around him. You wanted to cum.

The need to is excruciating but his resilience held him back from fucking you roughly. He wanted to savor you first and only then he'd make sure to fill you full with his cum, and leak him for days. Pump load after load into you and watch your lower tummy swell with him. It was always so much. It always had been and always will be.

Right now, he savoured you. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, then his gaze left your face. He looked down at your body, eyes focused on your breasts. The slight movement of them every time you heaved for air entranced him.

The way Sukuna took his time was excruciating. One of his lower hands trailed from your shoulder down your sweat-slicked skin, cupping the soft weight of your breast. He stroked it tenderly, thumb brushing over the nipple before pinching it lightly and tugging the stiff bud. It grew firmer instantly under his touch, so sensitive and soft.

You arched with a quiet cry, and Sukuna groaned low in his throat as he leaned forward to capture your nipple between his lips, mouth closing around it tenderly as he sucked gently at first, with slow devotion. Then harder, tongue swirling and teasing around the taut bud while his hips continued those shallow, devastating thrusts.

Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Slowly, his hands moved down, two big palms finding purchase on your soft curves. His eyes followed the expanse of your body as he gripped your waist lightly, both thumbs pressing on the swell there, his first cock still resting on your lower tummy, smearing thick, warm precum on your skin.

He massaged the sticky mess, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your bloated lower tummy. Feeling his other cock under your skin, shift as he moved and began fucking into you deeper with purpose, now that he had a proper hold on you. Pulling you down on his cock to meet his thrusts.

You cried out. It felt so good, yet it was too much. The fat tip of his cock meeting the puckered tight entrance of your cervix, bullying it sweetly. More and more, it yielded gradually. You felt him so deep. So impossibly deep. Body trying so hard to take him. Your walls fluttered and clenched, milking his thick cock with every movement. The pressure built inside you, excruciatingly perfect, until it finally broke.

The intensity crashed over you. You came hard, body shaking as your pussy milked his cock with powerful spasms. Sweet juices gushing around him. Sukuna's control finally snapped. He held you tighter, four arms wrapping around your trembling body as he fucked into you with desperate, deep strokes claiming you completely.

His second cock rubbed hot and heavy against your tummy, smearing more precum across your skin. With a guttural growl he buried himself to the hilt and came. Heavy pulses of thick cum flooded the narrow channel of your cunt. So much of it. Your lower belly swelled visibly with the warmth of him. You felt every spurt, every throb, walls milked him greedily, drawing out every drop as he emptied himself inside you.

He stayed buried deep, arms cradling you close while the last tremors ran through both of you. His forehead pressed to yours. Crimson eyes soft in the dim light as he looks at you with something close to wonder.

“My perfect wife,” he murmured, voice rough and low. One hand stroked your swollen tummy, he pressed gently feeling the evidence of his release there. “So full of me. So good for me, always.”

You whimpered softly. Your cunt still fluttering around his cock. Yet you smiled up at him, arms wrapping around his neck. Sukuna kissed you slow and sweet, savouring the taste of your lips. The warmth of your breath. The way your body yielded so completely to his. He noticed the way your lashes brushed your cheeks when your eyes closed. He noticed the faint tremor in your thighs still wrapped around him. Noticed how your pulse slowed under his palm. Every detail etched itself into him. His wife. His light in the endless darkness.

He would stay like this for a while longer, still warm against and inside you, savouring every pulse, every shared breath, every quiet moment where the King of Curses could simply hold his beloved wife and feel utterly at peace. Outside, the night continued on. Inside, wrapped in each other, time held no meaning. Only love and the burn of pleasure remained.

[9x-x6]

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[slllieeepyy]

nerd!choso is… bigger than expected

mdni 🔞

that thing has to be at least 11 inches. is that even healthy?

you never expected to be sprawled across your biology lab partners bed, pussy bare and aching, while he kneeled on the edge of the bed in front of you.

your eyes were wide as he finally tugged his boxers down. it had taken some convincing, because he had been mumbling something about “i don’t wanna hurt you” and relentlessly asking if you were sure. you had just assumed he was nervous.

which he absolutely was, you were his first everything after all, but really, he might’ve been even more nervous for you.

his dick was long, pink, and leaking. it had a slight curve and a large vein going up the underside.

much bigger than any you’d ever seen before, and probably any you would ever see again.

“uh.. is it- are you okay? i- i know it’s big…” he muttered, noticing your wide eyed expression. he reached out, placing a hand on your calf and stroking gently.

“mm- no, it’s good, cho. i just.. didn’t expect it.” you mutter lowly, attempting to keep your voice calm while staring at what was about to impale you in a matter of minutes.

choso nodded, crawling up the bed between your legs. he settled above you, hands on your hips firmly as he aligned himself with your entrance.

you felt his blunt tip poking against your lips, making you exhale sharply.

“j-just.. go slow, okay?” you mumble, not wanting to sound nervous. you had experience, you were supposed to be the one guiding him, right? how did the roles reverse so quick?

he nodded. “tell me to stop, okay..?” were the last words leaving his mouth before he slowly began pushing in, inch by inch, knocking the wind out of you with each one.

you whimpered at the fullness, and he was barely half way in. each of your sounds, whether from pain or pleasure, made choso’s hips pause to check if you were okay.

after a minute of going slowly and letting you adjust, he was finally in all the way. he stared into your eyes so deeply, his face flushed, breaths heavy.

“does it feel okay?” he asked quietly, brows pulled together nervously, like all he was concerned about was your pleasure.

you nod, breathing shakily and wrapping your legs around his waist. “s’good, cho. keep going.”

feeling your heels dig into his back and the way you looked up at him with your big eyes made it impossible to hold back any longer.

choso lost his virginity that night, and you lost your ability to walk for the next week.

||a/n: 🎵 he might not look like he gets bitches but honey that dih was 11 inches 🎶

[yuri-min]

➵ frat!sukuna making your life in university hell for embarrassing him at a party. 18+ mdni ✦ slow burn(?) ✦ hints of suggestiveness ✦ not proofread ✦ 1,187 wc ✦ part two

frat!sukuna was very well known on campus. everyone knew him as "the intimidating party monster", seeing him at almost every party. only a number of people, including his frat members, can get close to him. anyone else who tries to 'buddy' with him either gets glared at scaringly or with a broken nose. either way. and if only a few can get close to, or even approach, sukuna, how does one humiliate him? the answer to that is simple; get drunk wasted, your eyes mistake sukuna for someone else. then slap the shit out of him in front of everyone. if that's not enough, puke all over him soon after. black out then wake up the next morning with an insane hangover. clueless about what happened the night before, until you check your phone to see you're phone blowing up. texts, calls, and mentions filling up your notification bar.

you remember everything. you're screwed.

frat!sukuna didn't take long to discover who you were the next day. his frat brothers having a lot of intel, making it easy to identify you. finding out you had the same class has him, sukuna instantly makes his way to class. Scanning the room as soon as he walks in, searching each row for your face, sukuna spots you on the last row. 'no wonders he doesn't know you'. still hangover from last night, head ducked, you don't notice sukuna standing next to your seat. he lets out a cough loud enough to make you look up. you felt your heart sink to your ass. sukuna crosses his arms and glares down at you before opening his mouth. "did you hit your head or something? why're you just staring." your professor entered and interrupted before you could answer.

you though you were safe, until sukuna sat next to you. you're so screwed.

throughout the whole class, you felt like you were melting due to the intensity of sukuna's glare. hardly able to focus on the lecture. as soon as class was dismissed, you got up as fast as you can to try and get away from the intimidating man sitting right next to you. unfortunately, you weren't fast enough. he grabbed your arm before you could leave, stopping you in your tracks. "where do you think you're going? we still have unfinished business from last night."

frat!sukuna started tormenting you since. giving him your number after having being intimidated and pressured by him. he'd dial your number every time he needed something. whether it be for a can of root beer, to retrieve something somewhere, or because he's just bored and wanted to mess with you. you obeyed to everything any way, too scared to know what he do if she refused.

soon after, frat!sukuna would show up everywhere. he'd sit next to you during lectures, eat at the same table as you during lunch, and he'd even show up during your study sessions at the campus library. you see him so often, you almost feel sick seeing his face. almost. ever since that night you got drunk, you've been bump into sukuna more often. as if he'd become a tragic daily reoccurrence in your life. and when you'd think it couldn't get any worse.

frat!sukuna starts becoming handsy with you. during lectures he'd slide his arm behind your seat, toying with your hair every now and then. you'd feel his knees bumping yours. elbows grazing once in a while. it was subtle at first, until it started to feel more intentional. his hand would snake its way to your waist. grabbing your hand, saying you're walking too slow and would drag you through the hallways. his touches lingered longer the more he's around you. you start to think it's unusual for him to be this way with you but you push the thought away. it's nothing to make a big deal out of. you ignore the beating in your chest and the pulsating down there.

except you can't fully ignore it. every time you're around sukuna, you feel tense. heat creeping up to your face. the beating in your chest becoming stronger. you really do try your best to ignore it, except his touch really isn't making it easier for you. avoiding his gaze as much as posible and stuttering when replying to him. sukuna grows suspicious, fortunately though he lets it slide. seeing you all tense and nervouse around him riles him up. and without admitting it, he's aroused by the fact too.

frat!sukuna who begins to bring you to parties. insisting it's so he has someone to order around and bully. keeping you by his side at all times. one night during a party, located at their frat house, you notice sukuna had a little too much too drink. Seeing as he'd become a bit sloppy. somewhat sensing he needed a breather, you ask him is he's alright. he doesn't say a word, instead taking your hand and taking you with him upstairs. sukuna brings you into a room, you assume is his. it was dimly lit. he walks up to his bed and plunks unto it. you stood next to the door, unsure of what to do, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your dress. sukuna notices and orders you to sit next to him on the bed. obediently, you slowly make your way to him. surprisingly, sukuna grabs you and pulls you on top of him. taken aback by the sudden action, you don't move. your senses hightened. suddenly, you became aware of every little thing.

frat!sukuna examines your face. your cheeks flushed, eyes dilated. if he weren't intoxicated, he would've teased you about it. instead, he stays quiet. staring at your face, glancing at your lips at times. the loud music from downstairs drowned by the tension going on between you and sukuna. your faces inches closer to one another. moving on it's own. right before your lips crash, you pull away swiftly. standing back up. making up an excuse, saying you'll get him a glass of water so he can sober up, you left in a hurry. leaving sukuna dumbfounded.

rushing downstairs, your mind wanders back to a few minutes ago. in disbelief, you slap yourself lightly. your heart pounding almost as loud as the bass playing the the background. a sudden wave of adrenaline washed over you. making your way back upstairs to sukuna with a glass of water in your hand. you twist the knob of his door, expecting to see sukuna laying on his bed. however once the door swung open, it wasn't just sukuna in the room. or on the bed. but a woman on top of him, heavily making out with him.

you drop the glass unexpectedly, catching sukuna and the woman's attention. you leave in a hurry, suddenly feeling suffocated. once you made it into your dorm, tears immediately started to fall from your eyes. you couldn't deny your feelings any longer. you fell for sukuna. the whole night you cried your heart out, letting it all out for once. because after tonight, you're going back to ignoring frat!sukuna.

© 2026 yuri-min A/N: first fic >< currently 2:55 am, my brain's lowkey fried while tryna writing this T^T hope you enjoyed :'>

[gumislover]

18+ | ˖  ࣪  sukuna fucks you in the fitting room after seeing you try on a lingerie

𝓌c: 0.7k

you’re walking in the aisle of a lingerie shop, searching for a perfect, matching lingerie set.

sukuna is right behind you, walking with his arms crossed, his gaze strict on your back.

“kuna, don’t look at me yet. imma try one set, wait in front of the fitting room, please.”

he didn’t reply, just listened since he knows you’ll complain if he doesn’t do whatever you said. you went inside the fitting room, closing the hot pink polyester curtains.

the matching lingerie set is sitting on the small chair inside the fitting room, while you’re stripping down your clothes.

you know it’ll surprise sukuna. it’s a red lace set. something that for sure will drive sukuna crazy.

after slipping into the fabric, you open the curtains, just a bit to peek your head out.

“dear, come inside. i want to know if you like it or not.”

he uncrossed his arms and headed inside the fitting room. then he saw it.

you’re standing there, in the corner of the room, looking a bit too satisfied with what you’re wearing. as if you know what you’re doing to him right now.

sukuna glanced up and down at your form, taking in the perfect set that hugs every curve you have.

“... and, do you like it?” you ask with an innocent stare.

he stepped a little closer, his presence filling the small fitting room, right in front of you.

“y/n, you brat.” his voice made your cheeks well up. he’s staring at your body without any shame, with his usual arrogant smirk.

“doing this on purpose? because i promise you i won’t wait till we’re home.”

you don’t say anything, you don’t have to, he’s already planning to do it anyways.

both of his hands are placed onto each side of your hips, his thumb making random shapes. he knows that people are walking inside the store, or even waiting to go inside the fitting room.

“you’re gon’ be quiet for me, won’t ya?” he whispers in your ear, pushing your back gently on the wall.

his thumb is placed directly on your clit, inside the red lace panties. he started to move his thumb in circles.

“kuna–ah, here?” your voice made his smirk widen a bit, your tone sounds so vulnerable. it’s like music to his ears, something he wants to keep listening to.

“mmhm, here. in a public store, where it’s filled with customers.”

his other hand wrapped your thighs around his waist, pushing his thumb even deeper. you bucked your hips up, trying to feel even more of his thumb.

“greedy today?” he breathed on your neck. “don’t worry, you’ll get all of me, but i’m just preparing you now.”

a soft whimper left your mouth, his hand moved to your mouth. “quiet, brat.”

you nodded, your hips moving desperately on his thumb. he pulled his thumb out of your folds, leaving you empty and needy.

“don’t give me that look, turn around.” he says, still wearing that same smirk. you turned around, facing the wall, while your chest is pressed against the wall.

the sound of his belt filled the fitting room.

before you could say anything he’s already filling your cunt from behind. his hand came back to your mouth to silence any whimpers.

he moved fast, rough, something that won’t change.

“takin’ me so well, mmm.” he felt a muffled whimper against his large hands.

“this is the spot, isn’t it?” you nodded eagerly, placing your hands onto the wall.

his rhythm is distracting you from seeing his other hand moving towards your clit. without any warning he adds his thumb into your puffy clit.

the overstimulation you felt made you cum in seconds.

he slowly pulled out, his thumb pressing your clit one last time before he sucked the juices from his thumb.

“get back in your clothes, i’ll get the matching lingerie.” he says, grabbing the set from the ground before heading out.

sukuna is always like this, he doesn’t care where you guys are. even if it’s in public.

it can be annoying sometimes, but he won’t stop doing it. so why not enjoy those moments?

note: this is so bad don’t mind it, I’m still working on writing good smut 😭 btw should i make a taglist?

art credits @/neverisa

[madamechrissy]

٠ ࣪⭑ Magic Lessons ٠ ࣪⭑

You're obsessed with your magic teacher, Master Qifrey, but he always treats you with the utmost respect, when you'd really love to get railed by him </3 Enter - Master Gojo. He's brought in to assist, and he has no issue giving you all sorts of lessons that Qifrey won't - like making you squirt. Qifrey is not very happy catching Satoru fingering you on the dining room table of all places though, so decides to make it both your problems!

٠ ࣪⭑ pairings - yandere! Gojo x witch! reader x Sorcerer! Qifrey

٠ ࣪⭑ warnings - Gojo being a little shit, kinda a crack fic lol, Qifrey losing it, horny reader, Qifrey and Gojo kiss on... accident!? twice! (Sure) fingering, oral (m and f receiving) p in v sex, spitting, cum swapping, Eifel tower, tummy bulges, creampies wc- 3.2k

part of my crossover event!!! I will have two more (Sugu / Sebby and Choso / Valko!) ty to everyone for two years on Tumblr - despite a couple loud haters, the majority of you all have made me very happy to write here!

qifrey art here!! Gojo art here!!

Satoru hates watching you like this, the apprentice of his damn dreams just over there drawing pretty patterns – with Master Qifrey of all people.

Oh, you'd think they got along because they're both white haired sorcerers?

Well you'd be dead ass wrong.

Satoru can't stand how much you have swooned at Qifrey since he's arrived to help with training the future witches here, don't you realize Satoru has six fucking eyes!? Qifrey has only one, how the fuck could he ever even dream to keep up with Satoru Gojo of all people?

It was amusing, him thinking he could – but was not amusing was seeing his crush with Qifrey, following him all around and giggling as if you were one of the other girls he kept. But no, you were a whole ass woman, and Satoru thinks Qifrey should keep to being a step dad, and leave you all to Gojo himself.

You were supposed to be training with him too, but half the time Qifrey was on some bullshit and just disappeared, leaving Gojo to deal with all the damn kids always getting into trouble. He was fine when he left though, when it meant moments with you all to himself.

His fists clench now, pretty blue eyes narrowing as he watches you and that white haired copycat through an arched window, you peek then, turning your head to the side as if you could feel his eyes – and catch him, making him flap his arms around and fall back on the soft grass.

Shit.

He doesn't need you to know how often he watches you, especially since he's come here - he should be focusing on the apprentices he is here to train, not dying over you, jerking his cock in the room next to yours. But you just smell so good, and you look up at him so damn pretty.

You're always simping for Qifrey though.

Satoru is right here!?

He is always trying to show you things, yet - like a brat, really - you're all doe eyed for the other white haired sorcerer. But this weekend, it’s gonna be his chance – for you to see how strong he is. Surely when Satoru shows you his own powers, you’ll get soaking wet.

Well…

You do get soaking wet, when Satoru accidentally transports you into a goddamn ocean.

“Shit!” He must have been distracted!? “I’m sorry, sweetheart… this never happens and…”

“It’s f-fine,” you’re coughing and shivering, your thin white gown clinging to your body in a way that further ruins Satoru altogether, his cock throbbing at the sight of you like this. “I think your transportation magic is… ahem… really…”

“You’re shivering,” he pouts now, tugging you to him, ignoring how good your tits feel against his chest, all lush and pretty. “I am sorry, lemme get you back home. I wanted to show you the beach, not…”

“It’s all right, Master Gojo,” you smile all tremulously, clinging to his neck as he picks you up. “I’m a little dizzy.”

“I’ve got you…”

Satoru gets you back, and after you’ve gotten into dry clothes, he realizes that the two of you are alone.

No kids up.

No one eyed Qifrey and his lover (that’s who Satoru thinks that man is, well… Satoru sure hopes!)

It’s his chance to show you a different magic.

He gathers himself that night at dinner, you're sitting next to him tonight, his hand resting on your thigh as he smiles at you, watching you bite down on your lip, a pretty flush to your skin.

"I am sorry again for today,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of your drying hair back gently. “I really thought I had that one down.”

“It was kind of fun,” you giggle now, sipping your wine, a drop of it on your lips. “Master Qifrey always keeps me away from any danger, locked up almost. So it was a little… exhilarating.”

“Yeah?” You nod and he exhales.

Thank God.

“I actually have a different method than Qifrey does for magic," he murmurs softly, as you nibble on your dinner. "I should show you some time."

"Oh, different from the ocean trip?"

"Mhm," you lean forward just a bit, pretty tits leaned out of your neckline for his hungry blue eyes to hit. You sip your wine carefully once more, feeling the intensity of his gaze taking your breath.

You may or may not have a crush on Qifrey - but you also may or may not have a crush on Satoru.

Scandalous, you can't do such things!

They're both your teachers, and you're a grown woman, much unlike the young girls that joined you as apprentices, aren't you supposed to set an example? But your thoughts are utterly wicked - imagining just how much of their cocks you can fit in your throat.

Scandalous thoughts that must end!

"I could show you, it's a little different," Satoru says, chuckling and slipping up that blindfold he wears constantly, letting pretty blue eyes drift across your collarbones. "More based on touch than drawings."

You feel your cunt clench around nothing. "Oh, touch, you say?"

"Mhm."

"Well,” you set down your glass, heart racing as the fire crackles, illuminating his tall shadow taking over yours on one of the stone walls of the Atelier. “I'm most eager to learn."

It's moments before Satoru has you spread right on that table, shoving your skirts up, his fingers pumping in and out of your needy cunt, the squelching so damn loud. He's leaning over you, as his fingers move in and out faster, a hand clutching yours as it rests on the table, your ass arched all pretty against him as you cry out.

"S-Satoru!"

Your voice is all hoarse as your head falls back, as much as you adored Qifrey - well, he'd kept it all professional. He'd never done more than brush your cheek with his fingers once, a lean close – so close you thought he’d kiss you – just to pull back and walk right out.

Not Satoru.

He had no problem kissing you messy, his eyes were insane as he hit your sweet spot over and over, laughing against your ear, lips brushing against it.

"How are my lessons, pretty little witch?"

"Wh-what... are you teaching, ngh," his teeth nip your ear, eliciting a filthy little cry. “They’re v-very – ah! Gojo…”

“Satoru,” he whispers, pumping faster with his thick fingers in your plump, messy cunt. “Say it, sweetheart.”

“Satoru!”

That's what Qifrey hears when he walks in.

"Well, here's that sweet spot, the one that makes you gush," he's honing in on it, smirking when Qifrey walks in, but your face is pressed against the table cloth, drooling on it, Satoru’s hand entangled in your hair.

Qifey is torn - between wanting to fuck Satoru up and wanting to drag you right over to himself, hearing your pathetic, mewling little cries, your squelching cunt as the dumb fucking sorcerer he brought in to help is touching you. Qifrey’s hands are damn near shaking, clenching into fists as he walks in, slamming his gear down on the ground loud enough for you both to pause.

Satoru just smirks, this little shit.

Your face is all fucked out, drool down your lips, eyes glazed over in a way Qifrey had only ever dreamed of.

Oh yes, filthy dreams of his apprentice, the one he’d tried so fucking hard to make sure not to touch, to be professional. Yet here Satoru Gojo is, with his dumb blindfold shoved up his face, grinning right at him and apparently fingering your cunt again, judging by the messy, wet sounds echoing and your little moan.

“What is the meaning of this!?” He demands, you bite your lower lip, but Satoru simply hums a bit, reaching around to grip one of your tits, squishing it in his hand.

“I was showing her my own magic, one eye.”

Qifrey snorts, shaking his head and pulling out his little notebook. “Time for you to get locked the fuck away, six eye freak.”

“Aww, can’t make her cum without your doodles?” He’s got you arching, and Qifrey’s cock is throbbing underneath his robes, his eye damn near twitching behind that spectacle, as your nails scramble for purchase on the table.

Qifrey walks over and Satoru is furious at how you grip his fingers when he’s that close, how thick your coating of slick gets, he gets so mad he slips a third finger inside, making you cry out.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs in your ear, but the other sorcerer is gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, that eye glinting dark.

“No, eyes on me,” he says softly in that tone of his, absolutely fucking you up, his free hand trailing down the side of your pretty tit, tracing the gentle curve as you’re trying to hold it together. “You needed your cunt played with and never told me?”

“She didn’t need to tell me,” Satoru’s lips pressed against your neck, his teeth nipping your skin.

“I tried but y-you… seemed very – ngh, reserved,” he sighs, shaking his head once more.

“Here in the dining room? Really, Gojo?”

“Want dinner though,” he pulls out his fingers, dripping with you, smirking as he sees the sorcerer fucking salivate, sucking your juices right off them, moaning, his cheeks hollowed. “She’s so tasty.”

“My room. Now.”

You both pause, Satoru raising a brow, but Qifrey just walks off, looking at you both behind his shoulder.

“I said now.”

You’re sure you’re in for the worst tongue lashing of your life, even as Satoru has this big, shit eating grin on his face, walking up the winding stairs to his room, when the door shuts behind you, and suddenly it’s Qifrey, his fingers on the buttons of your gown, making quick work of them. He sighs when he sees you naked, groaning at the sight of your pretty body as Gojo’s own eyes dart across.

“Seems our first time will have to be sharing you,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue and brushing your hair back. “Shame, I wanted you all to myself.”

“Who says I’ll share her?” Satoru tugs you to him, lifting you like it’s nothing with his hands on your thighs, carrying you right over to Qifrey’s bed and laying you down, just for the other sorcerer to come right over, shoving Satoru right over.

“You already started having fun,” he presses you down against those silk sheets, cool against your heated skin, making you tremble just a bit. “Look at you…”

“Master Qifrey…” You’re all flustered, and he raises a brow, as Satoru’s slipping off his top, revealing the muscles of his hard body, while Qifrey’s fingertips trail your thighs, sliding up and making you tremble.

“You were aching all this time, hmm?” His voice rushes over you, and Satoru’s sigh is loud.

“Will you move so I can show you how to eat pussy?”

“Tch, think I don’t know how to pleasure a woman?” Satoru is snickering as  Qifrey kneels at the foot of the bed.

“Do you just draw on her thigh?” Qifrey doesn't answer, he simply slips his long fingers up your skin. Watching those juices pour right out.

 "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," Qifrey murmurs, as if it’s just for you – spreading your thighs with his hands carefully. "Taste this sweet, pretty little pussy."

“You have? I–ah!” He leans in, his breath hot against your sensitive folds, before his tongue makes contact with your dripping slit.

You cry out, arching against the bed, hips pressed up as he licks a slow stripe up your slit a few times, coating his tongue in it before he parts your puffy folds, circling your clit with deliberate precision. The very tip of his tongue swirling intricate patterns like drawings, all in front of Satoru Gojo.

“Fuck…” that's all he can manage, as one of your hands grip the sheets, and the other entangles in Qifreys pretty white locks.

“There it is,” he mumbles, pussy drunk as he smirks over at Satoru. “She quite likes her clit being covered in my ‘drawings’ hmm?”

Satoru watches with hungry blue eyes before kneeling down right next to him, his mouth capturing your other thigh in a little kiss, grasping dribbles that are glistening right down.

“Move over,” he bites your skin. nudging Qifrey aside. "Let me taste her too."

Instead of arguing, Qifrey simply shifts a bit, leaning over you to capture your chin, allowing Satoru to eye your dripping folds, parting your pussy wide and watching it clench around nothing.

Qifrey spits your own cum in your mouth. 

“Swallow, pretty Apprentice.”

You eagerly obey, earning a pleased smirk as Satoru buries his face against you with just a bit of clumsiness, his tongue exploring every inch of your folds before pulling back with a groan.

 "Fuck, you're tight," he mumbles, sliding a finger inside as Qifrey licks your clit again, the squelches obscene. "Can you even take us?"

“Mhm – ah!” Your thoughts are cut off when both men begin to eat your cunt – desperately, your hands in each of their silky white locks, one of your thighs in each hand as they spread you wide.

Qifrey leans in and captures Satoru's lips in a messy kiss as if to make sure to capture all your juices, his tongue slipping over Satoru's mouth to taste you on him. The sight makes your cunt clench around Satoru's fingers, the way they're moaning. The way the saliva drips between them – your two teachers sharing your taste between them right over your twitchy clit.

“Oh…” they both blush a bit and pull back as if it were some mistake, before diving back in, tongues circling your clit in tandem, both men's fingers working your needy cunt. “Did you two… ah. Kiss?”

“No!?”

“Indeed no!?”

You go to giggle.

Big mistake.

The two white haired sorcerers immediately position you, so you're laying on your back sideways on the bed, Qifrey settling between your thighs with his fat cock tugged out of his robes, as Satoru positions himself by your head, his pink tip dripping white little drops on your lips.

“You want me to take care of you, hmm? Pretty girl,” Qifrey’s words are fucking you up – blood rushing through your ears as you nod, feeling his cock slide between your puffy folds, while Satoru’s darts on the seem of your lips, running across it achingly slow.

 "I want to watch that pretty throat bulge when I fuck it," he murmurs, moaning when you lap at his tip, your mouth opening wide. “Watch you swallow every inch."

"And I want to see myself…” He pushes right into your slick heat, you’re so damn wet your cunt takes him easy despite how fucking long he is, he lets out a little moan, eyeing that stomach bulging. “Right here.”

tBoth men eye your body, Qifrey painting pretty patterns with his fingers on your tummy, while his cock is gliding in, Satoru pressing so that you choke on him, shushing you carefully.

“That’s it, you can take us, sweetheart,” he cooes those words, watching his shape in your throat while he sees Qifrey’s cockprint moving in and out of your stomach. “Look at you. Made for it.”

“You're taking us so well,” Qifrey whispers, picking up your thighs now and spreading them wide, watching how she so greedily grabs onto his cock, every thrust making slick just pour. “I was neglecting my apprentice, I see.”

“You were,” Satoru whines out – Qifrey would make fun of that sound, but he’s doing the same goddamn thing when you grip him, swallowing around the other sorcerer’s cock. “Fuck…”

They begin to move their cocks in perfect sync, tears slip from the corners of your eyes as Satoru sinks deeper, and Qifrey’s tip is just kissing your cute lil cervix. You’re so full of both of them you can hardly see, vision fuzzy as your eyelashes flutter closed, seeing stars behind your eyes.

It’s not long before he has you on your hands and knees, sucking Satoru like that while his hand entangles in your hair, his heavy balls slapping your clit, the loud slick sounds of the men fucking you echoing in the bedchamber. Satoru’s gasping out as he shoves his cock fully inside your mouth, that tip gliding on your throat until your nose is flush with the little smattering of white hair, and Qifrey is leaned back, watching your cunt taking him.

“Look at that, so eager,” he clicks his tongue, smirking just a bit, that little eye glass fogging up with his own breaths as he pulls out fully, slapping his fat cock right on your needy cunt, chuckling. “Beggin’ for all that cum inside, isn’t she?”

Satoru pulls out so you can speak, throat sore with how he’s stretched it out, saliva just dripping from your lips. Satoru tilts your chin up, smiling down at you, thumb brushing over your lower lip now, swiping some of his pre.

“Answer him, sweetheart.”

“Want it,” you manage, peeking back to see your teacher gripping your hips, nudging his tip teasingly against your clit, coating it in sticky pre. “I do…”

“How do we ask, love?” Qifrey nudges your clit again. “Have I not taught you any manners during our lessons?”

“Please,” you whisper, gasping out as Qifrey shoves his length back inside your snug lil cunt, she’s quivering all round him as he leans close, and Satoru is tugging your mouth back open.

“Want to swallow all this cum while he fills you?” He asks, making your cheeks heat up. “Looking all innocent when you just want all this cum.”

“Mhm,” is all you can manage, tongue out, letting them both fuck their loads inside – so full you’re swallowing Gojo down, as Qifrey pumps you so full it won’t even stay in.

Don’t worry – the sorcerers make sure to clean your pussy right up, and if their tongues catch each other, well they’re just sharing your taste – and Qifrey’s cum is quite sweet, even if Satoru won’t admit it. They’re certainly not kissing, and they absolutely can’t stand each other – they’re just getting along for you!

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[nightshiftnotes]

❥ work can wait

satoru gojo x fem!reader

♡ summary: the alarm goes off at 6:47 a.m. satoru decides that’s everyone else’s problem.

♡ warnings: 18+ mdni • explicit sexual content • established relationship • oral (f!receiving) • multiple orgasms • piv sex • praise • possessive language • dirty talk • creampie • overstimulation • fluff • smut

♡ author’s note: apparently i wasn’t done writing clingy boyfriend gojo 😭 this technically takes place the morning after comfortable, but it can absolutely be read on its own. i hope y’all enjoy ♡

banner by @pixopix

The alarm goes off at 6:47 AM.

You groan, reaching blindly toward the nightstand, but before your fingers even get close, Satoru's arm locks around your waist like a vice.

"No," he mumbles into your neck.

"Satoru—"

"Nope. Not happening."

You try to wiggle free. His grip tightens, and suddenly you're being pulled back against his chest, his other arm coming up to trap you completely.

"I have to go to work—"

"Call in sick."

"I can't just—"

"Yes, you can." He's kissing your shoulder now, your neck, the spot behind your ear that makes you shiver. "Tell them you've got a fever. Tell them you're dying. Tell them Satoru Gojo is holding you hostage and won't let you leave."

"That last one is accurate."

"See? Honesty is important."

You laugh despite yourself, and he takes advantage of your momentary distraction to roll you onto your back, settling his weight on top of you. His hair is a disaster, sticking up in about fifteen different directions, and there are pillow creases on his cheek.

He looks perfect.

"Satoru, seriously—"

"Seriously," he interrupts, kissing your collarbone, "you should call in sick."

"And what about you? Don't you have to teach?"

He lifts his head, and the grin he gives you is absolutely insufferable.

"Baby," he says, "I'm Satoru Gojo."

"…So?"

"So I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."

You stare at him. "That's not how jobs work."

"It's how my job works."

"You're the worst."

"And yet." He kisses your jaw. "You love me anyway."

"Debatable right now."

"Liar." He's moving lower, kissing down your throat, your chest. "You're obsessed with me. Admit it."

"I'm not admitting anything until you let me turn off that alarm."

"Fine." He reaches over without looking, fumbling for your phone, and somehow manages to silence it. "There. Problem solved. Now stay in bed with me."

"Satoru—"

"Please?" He's looking up at you now, and his eyes are doing that thing—that stupid, unfair thing where they go all soft and earnest. "I just wanna spend the morning with you. Is that so bad?"

You sigh. "You're impossible."

"Is that a yes?"

"…I'll text my boss."

"Yes." He pumps his fist in victory, and you can't help but laugh.

"You're such a child."

"Your child," he corrects. "Besides, I already texted Yaga that I'm not coming in."

"You what?"

"Told him I had a personal emergency." He's grinning now, completely shameless. "Very serious. Life-threatening, even."

"Satoru—"

"What? It's true. If I don't spend the morning worshipping my girlfriend, I might actually die. Medical fact."

"That's not a medical fact."

"It is now." He's kissing your neck again, and his hands are sliding up your sides. "Besides, those first-years can handle basic curse theory without me for one day. And if they can't, I'll just teleport one of them into the Pacific Ocean next week. Builds character."

You snort. "You're not going to teleport a student into the ocean."

"You're right. Too much paperwork." He grins against your skin. "I'll just make them run laps until they puke. Much simpler."

"You're terrible." You swat at his shoulder, but you're laughing.

"And you love me." His hands are still on your waist, thumbs stroking your sides through your shirt. "Now text your boss so I can have you all to myself."

You grab your phone, squinting at the screen. "What am I even supposed to say?"

"Tell them you're sick."

"I'm not sick."

"You're lovesick. Counts."

You snort. "That's the worst thing you've ever said."

"Objectively untrue. Remember when I told Megumi that—"

"I'm texting." You type out a quick message about not feeling well, and the second you hit send, you try to roll away to put your phone back on the nightstand.

Satoru's arms lock around you immediately.

"Nope."

"I'm just putting my phone down—"

"Don't care. You're staying right here." He pulls you back against his chest, burying his face in your neck. "Mine now."

"Satoru—"

"Shh. Cuddling."

You laugh despite yourself, settling back against him. His arms are wrapped around you completely, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other coming up to play with your hair.

"You're being clingy."

"Mm-hmm." He's not even denying it. His fingers are running through your hair slowly, and you can feel him breathing against your neck. "Problem?"

"No," you admit. "Just… pointing it out."

"Good." He kisses your shoulder. "Because I'm not letting go."

You just lie there together for a little while. His hand keeps moving through your hair, occasionally trailing down to trace your jaw, your collarbone. It's comfortable. Warm. You're already half asleep again when he moves slightly behind you.

"Baby?"

"Mm?"

"Can you roll over? Wanna see your face."

You turn in his arms, and immediately his hand comes up to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, and he's looking at you with that soft expression that makes your heart do stupid things.

"Hi, baby.” he says.

"Hi weirdo.”

"You're so pretty in the morning."

"I haven't even washed my face."

"Don't care." He leans in, kissing you softly. "Still pretty."

You kiss him back, slow and lazy, and his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you close. It's not urgent, it’s just sweet and affectionate. His other hand is on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles through your shirt.

When he pulls back, he's smiling. "Love you."

"Love you too."

"Say it again."

"I love you, you absolute menace."

He grins. "Perfect." Then he's kissing you again, a little deeper this time, and you feel his hand slide up your side.

"Satoru—"

"What?" He's kissing your jaw now, your neck. "I'm just kissing you."

"Your hand is—"

"Also just existing." But his thumb is brushing the underside of your breast now, and you can feel him smiling against your neck.

"You're ridiculous."

"You love it."

"Debatable."

He pulls back to look at you, and there's something almost vulnerable in his expression. "Stay in bed with me? Please?"

"We already texted work—"

"I know, but—" He's playing with the hem of your shirt now, fingers slipping just barely underneath to touch your skin. "I just… I really want you right now. Like, really want you."

"I can tell."

"Can you?" He presses his hips forward slightly, and yeah. You can definitely tell. "Because I'm trying to be patient, but you're making it very difficult."

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're existing. That's enough." He's kissing your collarbone now, and his hand slides higher under your shirt. "You're so soft. How are you so soft?"

"Satoru—"

"And you smell good. Why do you smell so good?" He's practically whining now. "It's not fair."

You can't help but laugh. "Are you seriously complaining about me smelling good?"

"Yes. It's distracting." He bites down gently on your shoulder. "Everything about you is distracting. It's a problem."

"Sounds like a you problem."

"It is a me problem." He lifts his head to look at you, and his hair is even more disheveled than before. "I'm obsessed with you. It's embarrassing."

"Is it?"

"Little bit, yeah." He grins, his thumb brushing your side. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous this is?"

"What?"

"You bring the Satoru Gojo down to his knees."

You blink up at him. “…That's an incredibly narcissistic way to phrase that."

"It is." He nods solemnly. "Also true. Very impressive feat."

You're laughing now, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you again, his hand sliding higher. "But I'm okay with it."

You're about to respond when he kisses you again and it’s deeper this time, and more insistent. His hand finally reaches your breast, cupping it through your shirt, and you gasp into his mouth.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Can I—can I take this off?"

"My shirt?"

"Yeah." He's already tugging at it. "Please?"

"You're so needy."

"I know." He's not even ashamed. "I'm very needy. For you. Always."

You lift your arms, and he pulls your shirt off slowly, his eyes tracking every inch of your newly revealed skin. When he finally gets it over your head, he just stares.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just—" He shakes his head. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"You've said that."

"I'll say it again." His hands are on your ribs now, thumbs stroking your skin. "And again. And again."

"Satoru—"

"I'm serious." He leans down, kissing between your breasts. "I wake up every morning and you're here, and I still can't believe it sometimes."

Your heart flutters. "You're being sappy."

"I'm being honest." He looks up at you, and his face looks so soft and sweet. "Can't help it." He's kissing your breast now, tongue circling your nipple. "You make me sappy."

"Mm—that's—"

"Good?" His hand finds your other breast, his thumb and index finger rolling your nipple. "You like that?"

"Yes—"

"Good." He switches sides, giving your other breast the same attention. "Love the sounds you make. Could listen to them all day."

His hand slides down your stomach, fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear, and you feel him smile against your skin.

"These should come off too."

"Should they?"

"Definitely." He hooks his fingers into the fabric. "Can I?"

"So polite all of a sudden."

"I'm always polite." He's kissing down your stomach now. "I'm a gentleman."

"You're really not."

"Rude." But he's grinning, and he's sliding your underwear down slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it's revealed. "I'm extremely gentlemanly."

"You held me hostage five minutes ago."

"See? Gentleman." He's at your hip bones now, and he bites down gently. "A respectful gentleman."

You're laughing again now, and he looks up at you with that insufferable smirk.

"What's so funny?"

"You. You're ridiculous."

"And you love me."

"Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?" He bites your inner thigh, making you jump. "Take it back."

"Make me."

His eyes flash. "Oh, I will." His hands are on your thighs now, spreading them apart. "I'm gonna make you take back every mean thing you've ever said to me."

"That'll take a while."

"Good thing we have all morning." He settles between your legs, and his breath is warm against your skin. "You're awfully mouthy for someone who called me a gentleman."

"I'm not being—oh—"

He's kissing your inner thigh, slowly and deliberately, and his hands are gripping your legs possessively.

"What was that?" He grins up at you. "Couldn't hear you."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't." He's moving higher now, and you can feel your breath catching. "You love me." He kisses your inner thigh. "That's what matters."

He kisses your other thigh. "Now let me show you how much I love you."

Then his mouth is on you, and any coherent thought becomes impossible.

He takes his time, with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue that make your toes curl. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open, and when you try to close them on instinct, he just pushes them wider.

"Uh-uh," he murmurs against you. "Stay open for me. Wanna see all of you."

"Fuck—"

"That's it." His tongue circles your clit, and you gasp. "Let me hear you."

"Ahh—Satoru—“

His tongue flattens against you, drags up slowly, then flicks at your clit. Your hips buck up. He keeps doing the same motion, but faster this time, and your fingers twist in the sheets.

"Satoru—oh god—"

"You taste so fucking good," he groans, and the vibration makes you whimper. "Could do this all day… Might actually do this all day."

"Please—"

"Please what?" He lifts his head just enough to look at you, and his mouth is wet, his eyes are dark. "Tell me what you need."

"More—I need—"

"I know what you need." He slides two fingers inside you, and curls them up, reaching that spot that makes your legs tingle, and your back arches off the bed. "This?"

"Yes—"

His mouth is back on your clit. His fingers pump in and out, curling on every thrust. You can't think. You can barely breathe.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Come for me, baby. I wanna feel it."

His fingers curl harder. His tongue flicks faster. You start closing your thighs around him, but he holds them open. Your breathing gets ragged, desperate—

Heat floods through you. You cry out his name, your hands tangling in his hair.

He doesn't stop.

His fingers keep moving, gentler now, and his tongue has gone soft but it's still there, still circling, lapping at your entrance. You're shaking, gasping, and you think he's going to pull away.

He doesn't.

"Satoru—wait—I just—"

"I know." He looks up at you. His pupils are dilated, almost completely covering the blue. "Gonna make you come again."

"I can't—"

"Oh, you can." He adds a third finger, stretching you. "You're gonna come on my tongue again, and then I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

"Fuck—"

His mouth is back on you, and this time he's not gentle. He's devouring you, his tongue working your clit while his fingers pump in and out. The sensitivity from your first orgasm makes everything sharper, and you're already climbing toward another one embarrassingly fast.

"That's it," he groans against you. "Feel how wet you are? All for me. You're so good, baby. You're unreal. You're actually gonna be the death of me one day."

His free hand slides up your body, finds your breast and squeezes.

You break.

Your second orgasm hits even harder than the first. You're crying out his name, your whole body shaking, and he's still not stopping.

"Satoru—please—"

He finally pulls back, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you come down, trembling and gasping.

"Fuck," you breathe.

"Good?" He's grinning, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"You're so smug."

"I have reason to be." He crawls back up your body, and you can taste yourself when he kisses you. "You're beautiful when you come. Did you know that?"

"You've mentioned it."

"I'll mention it again." His hand slides between your legs, fingers teasing. "And again. And again."

"Satoru—"

"I earned it." His hand slides down your side. "And I'm not done with you yet, baby."

"Of course you're not."

"What can I say?" He's positioning himself between your legs now, and you can feel how hard he is. "I'm obsessed with you. Can't help myself."

He lines himself up, and when he starts to push inside, you gasp. He's so big—you know this—but the stretch is always still so intense.

"Okay?" His voice is strained as he goes slowly, inch by inch.

"Give me a minute—"

He stops, buried halfway, and you can feel him shaking with the effort of holding back for you. "Okay, baby. Take your time."

You breathe through it, adjusting, and after a moment, you whisper, "Okay, you can move."

"Thank god," he groans, pushing all the way in until he's completely buried.

"Fuck, baby—" His voice cracks. "You feel so good."

He starts moving. Slow, controlled thrusts that make you gasp. Then he hooks one of your legs higher, pushing it up toward your chest, and suddenly he's hitting even deeper.

"Satoru—"

"There we go." He's watching your face. "Love watching you like this. So fucking beautiful."

"You're—ah—ridiculous—"

"Ridiculously in love with you, yeah." He thrusts harder, and you cry out. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."

His rhythm picks up, each thrust deliberate and deep, and he's still watching your face like he's memorizing every expression.

"You always take me so well," he groans. "Like you were made for me, baby."

"Maybe I was—oh god—"

"Fuck, yes." His hand finds your other leg, pushing it up too. "Say that again."

"Ahh—Made for you—"

"That's right." His thrusts become harder, more desperate. "All mine, baby. Fuck."

He shifts his hips just slightly, hitting that perfect spot, and you come apart. You're screaming out broken attempts of his name, your whole body shivering uncontrollably.

"Fuck, baby—not yet—"

Before you can even process what's happening, he's pulling out and flipping you over. His hands grip your hips, pulling them up, and you feel him slide a pillow underneath.

"Ass up for me, baby."

You're still shaking from your orgasm, but you do what he asks. His hand slides down your spine slowly and possessively.

"Fuck, look at you." He squeezes your ass, and you hear him groan.

Then he's pushing back inside. The new angle makes you gasp. He's so deep like this, and when he starts moving, each thrust hits that sweet spot inside you. You swear you can feel him in your lungs.

"Satoru—oh god—"

"That's it, baby." His hands grip your hips tight enough to bruise. "So fucking good."

He sets a punishing rhythm. You can feel another orgasm building fast. The sensitivity from your last one makes everything feel like you might actually break apart, and when his hand slides around to your clit, you moan loudly into the mattress, almost screaming.

"You gonna come for me again?" His voice is rough and teasing now. "Can feel how close you are, baby. You're so fucking tight around me."

"Yes—please—"

His fingers circle your clit faster. You're right on the edge, so close—

You break.

You let out a silent scream, your whole body clenching around him. He groans, and it sounds almost pained. His thrusts slow down, getting deeper and more deliberate. He's not chasing anything anymore, he's just feeling the way you're squeezing him.

"Fuck, baby—" His voice breaks, desperate and raw. "You're so fucking tight. Jesus, you're actually gonna be the death of me."

His hips move slower now, almost grinding into you, and you can feel him shaking. He's breathing hard against your back, completely overwhelmed, and then his whole body goes almost rigid before he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, his face buried in your neck.

"Fuck," he breathes, and he sounds completely undone. "I love you so much. Fuck—you wreck me, baby."

You both just stay like that for a few minutes, tangled together, breathing hard, his heart pounding against your back.

Then he moves, rolling onto his back next to you, pulling you with him so you're still close. His arm stays wrapped around you, and when you look at him, his eyes are soft and completely open.

You don't think. You just move, climbing into his lap and kissing him, slow and deep and full of all the love and need you feel for him. His hands immediately find your waist, holding you like you're the only thing that matters.

"Come here," he says, and it's almost pleading.

You're already straddling him, and when you sink down onto him, you both groan into each other's mouths.

"That's it, baby," he breathes against your lips. "Just like that. Fuck—"

You start to move, rolling your hips. His head falls back against the pillow. His eyes stay locked on you though, watching every movement.

"God, yes—" He grips your hips tighter. "You feel so fucking good. That's my girl."

"Satoru—"

"I know, baby. I know." He's guiding you faster now, helping you move. "You're doing so good. Taking me so perfectly."

Your thighs are burning, but you don't care. You can feel yourself getting close again.

"That's it," he groans, watching you. "Use me, baby. Please. Take what you need. You know I love it when you do."

"Fuck—Satoru—"

"I know. I can feel it." His hips start moving too, thrusting up to meet you, and the added force makes you cry out. "Come for me, baby. Wanna watch your beautiful face when you fall apart on me."

He's fucking up into you now, hard and fast, and his hand slides between your bodies to find your clit.

You shatter. You're letting out breathy and high pitched moans.

"Fuck, yes—" He's still moving, still thrusting up into you. "So fucking beautiful when you come. I could watch you like this forever, baby."

You're still shivering, still coming down, when you feel his stomach tighten under you.

"Baby—fuck—I'm gonna—"

"Come for me," you whisper. "Please, Satoru."

That's all it takes.

"Fuck—baby—I love you—fuck—" His words are broken and desperate. His hips snap up hard. "So good—you're *so good—*you're mine—"

He grips your hips so tightly it almost hurts, and you feel him pulse inside you as he comes, his whole body shuddering. His head falls forward, forehead pressing against your shoulder, and he's still murmuring against your skin. "Fuck—you're everything, baby—never letting you go—"

You're both breathing hard, shaking, and he's still buried deep inside you. His arms wrap around you, holding you tight against his chest, and you can feel his heart pounding.

"Fuck," he breathes.

"…Yeah." you breathe.

He laughs weakly, and when he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes are hazy and that breathtaking sky blue again. "That was—I don't even have words."

"Mhmm." you mumble.

He's kissing your face now—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. "Seriously, what am I supposed to do with you?"

"Satoru—"

His hands are running over your skin, like he can't bear to stop touching you. " You're the only one that gets me like this."

"You're being sappy again."

He pulls you closer, tucking you against his chest. "Only for you, baby. Only ever for you."

"I love you too," you say softly.

He's quiet, just holding you, his fingers tracing patterns on your back for a while.

"We should probably shower," you murmur eventually.

"Later." His grip tightens. "Right now I just wanna hold you."

"Clingy."

"Yep." He doesn't even sound ashamed. "You're stuck with me now. Forever. Hope you're ready for that."

"I think I can handle 'the Satoru Gojo'" you say laughing.

"Good." He kisses the top of your head. "Because I'm never letting you go."

"Sounds like a threat."

"Mmm."

And you lie there in his arms, the morning sun streaming through the window, his hands still moving over your skin in gentle swirling patterns, and yeah— forever sounds pretty fucking good. 

[pillsatoru]

satoru fucks you in full nelson after seeing that you were ovulating 𑄝੭

“that’s so not fair!” you whined, clasping your hands with satoru’s who was currently leaning over your body, flashing that stupid grin of his at you. “you know martial arts and I don’t!”

“sounds like a skill issue, sweets. you’re so weak.” he teased, putting his entire weight down on you to hear that small little squeak of yours.

this was normal between the two of you, enjoying your usual pillow fights with one another whenever a sleepover happened. gojo had invited you over to his place after class, offering to cook dinner and sit through your favorite movies after seeing you had a rough day.

he assumed you were overloaded with classwork but that wasn’t entirely the case.

you were ovulating.

and you were also planning on avoiding satoru at all costs especially because he was the only thing on your mind. his voice, his lips, his fingers were all you could think about. it wasn’t helping that he was shirtless at the moment, making him 100x hotter. his pink pecks blended so well with his pale skin, beauty marks littered all over his body.

you wanted to kiss every single one of them.

“cmon, don’t tell me you’re giving up already.” he taunted, slapping your face playfully. you bit back a moan, finding out a new thing about yourself right that second. you had to think of something quick before he realized how flushed you were and the way your legs were trembling. you quickly shifted your hands to his waist, tickling away until he was laughing, begging you to stop.

“shit! this isn’t f-fair ow!” gojo wheezed, dropping back onto the floor, trying his best to catch his breath and he hugged his sides to stop you.

“i win!” you cheered.

“you cheated..” he managed to let out. you responded by sticking out your tongue, ready to sit against the pillow propped up when suddenly you got attacked with the tickles as well. “not so funny now, hm? you crying?” he laughed, watching you grip onto his bicep as if that would help at all.

“satoru! a-stop!” you shifted onto his lap, feeling his arms wrap around your torso to lay you down on his chest. “i win.” he whispered into your ear, tucking your hair behind it. the current position he had you in was awkward. your back was on him and his arms had a firm grip on you.

why the hell was this making you wet?

you gulped, wanting to get off of him but he wasn’t letting go, unsurprisingly. “what’s wrong sweets?”

“nothing.. just, you’re hugging me weirdly.”

gojo hummed, letting one hand leave your waist to wrap around your neck. your eyes widened at the sudden weight on your nape. as if that wasn’t enough, the roll of his hips made it clear what his motives were. his prominent bulge poked at your backside, twitching needlessly.

“you actually thought that i wouldn’t notice my best girl was horny? you’re practically dripping through these flimsy pj shorts, baby.”

your mouth dried out, only gasping when he pulled down your shorts to prove his point. your panties were drenched. “see?” he coo’ed, teasing your clit with a feather like touch. “satoru!” you whimpered out, struggling to do anything but watch him toy with you.

“let me help you out, okay?”

he temporarily released his hold on you, only to grab onto the back of your thighs, forcing them up to your chest. with your panties now to the side, he had full access to your cunt. “wish i could see you properly.” he sighed. “but i like this position, don’t you?”

the bastard didn’t give you a chance to reply before he inserted two fingers into you. he chuckled at the way your body arched, groaning at your walls closing in on him.

“i’m going to make you feel so good, wanna show you how much i’ve been needing you.” he kissed your shoulder, curling his digits, causing an embarrassing wet sound to come out of you. “you’re so wet.” gojo hummed. “think you’re ready to take me.”

you shook your head, grabbing onto his hand that was fingering you. “just.. just touch me a bit more like this..” you pleaded, fluttering your eyes shut.

gojo raised a brow, but did as you said.

you moaned, grinding your hips to the same rhythm he was using, fucking yourself on his fingers. he watched carefully over your shoulder, mesmerized by the way he just slipped in and out. you felt your tummy turn, a warning of your release. you braced yourself to let go before gojo halted his movements.

“alright that’s enough of that. i need my cock in you, like right now.”

“but-“ you protested, pouting when he reached toward his pants, pulling them off to release his cock. his lips curled at your reaction, loving how flustered you’ve gotten upon seeing his length. “i don’t expect you to take it all, so i’ll put half of it in. how does that sound, sweets?” he mumbled against your skin, trailing hot kissed down your collarbone. he didn’t wait for a response, gripping his base after a few pumps, lining it up to your entrance.

he needed to feel all of you, fuck condoms.

your nails clawed at his arm that was still wrapped around your neck, moaning when he split you open. “oh my god!”

gojo clamped his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams. he loved how in just one thrust, he had you unraveled. “shhh, sweets. you forget i have neighbors.”his breath hitched as you clenched around him, making it impossible to go past a few inches. “fuck, baby. please stop being so goddamn tight.”

you could feel his veins scrape at your inner walls, touching in just the right places. “that’s it..” 

he praised with every thrust he gave, using your body for leverage as he picked up the pace. “you’re taking me so well.” your eyes were shut close, drooling into his mouth. this wasn’t how’d you imagined your night to go, but in no way were you complaining.

your pussy was so relieved to get the attention it needed.

a wicked grin spread across gojo’s face, knowing you were close. he tightened his hold on you to the point of bruising, inhaling sharply. “fuck fuck fuck.”

“ngh!” you whined, head falling back on his shoulder. his hair’s even more of a disaster than usual, sweat-damp strands sticking to his forehead as those ocean-blue eyes stay on you. "fuckin’ hell," gojo grits out between panting breaths before suddenly flipping you over in one brutal motion. "wanna see your face" 

“b-but i liked the other position..” you bit your lip after admitting to that. 

he flashes is all teeth before driving into you again deeper this time just watch those pretty noises fall apart for him instead. 

“we’ll go back to that one in a bit. just wanna see your face when you cum.”

[aliienangel]

　　 　♯ HE'S A SECRET PERV?!　　..　 𝓼 . gσנσ

ѕυммαяу： ‎‎ ‎♡ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ it's your first sleepover with your boyfriend gσ‎נσ ѕαтσяυ. the nerves you experience keep you on your toes and while you'd expected to sleep with him tonight, what you weren't expecting was just how much he'd been holding back all this time... your boyfriend is a secret perv?!

cw‎‎ ‎ ‎‎⤷ 𖥻‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎. ‎‎˖ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ꒰ mdni ꒱ ‎‎‎‎. perv! gojo . smut . swearing . making out . grinding . dry humping . teasing . dirty talk . panty sniffing . panty sucking (?) . cunnilingus . fingering . squirting . gojo gets a nosebleed . piv . creampie . cum eating . ruining a couch . multiple positions . f!reader . s/her prns used . reader lowk gives shy but not really‎ ‎ ‎‎♯ ‎ ‎‎9.5k

To say Gojo’s apartment is intimidating would be an understatement. Not just in the sense that it’s large and expensive but also because it’s your first time sleeping over. The first full night… alone… with your boyfriend. You’re nervous, the relationship is on the fresher side, and you’re worried about how tonight will go.

If you had to describe the relationship, you’d say you’re still in that stage of trying to be a better version of yourself for the other. You haven’t even gone past second base together, just another thing you’re nervous about tonight. It’s probably showing, you’re lingering awkwardly at the entrance of his home.  

He stops when he realises you have, turning back towards you, “What are you doing?” The overnight bag you’ve brought with you is draped over his left shoulder.

“Sorry,” you smile, “just lost in thought,” slipping your shoes from your feet and walking up to him. You try to take your bag, but he steps back.

“My bag now,” he jokes, walking backwards a bit to make sure you’re following him before spinning and walking off a bit more hastily.

“Hey!” your steps pick up in speed after him, and he breaks into a full run once he hears you on his tail. “Come back here!” Chasing after him now, following him into his room where he’s finally stopped.

As soon as you catch up with him, he drops the bag and raises his hands like you’ve caught him for a crime and he’s surrendering. “I’m innocent.”

His back is facing you still and you can’t help but admire just how large his build is. You approach him carefully. “An innocent man wouldn’t have run.”

“Maybe you’re right.” His head turns to the side and he looks at you, eyes sparkling. “Could you possibly forgive me?”

“I don’t know… you don’t seem awful sorry about stealing from a poor, kind, beautiful, ethereal, sparkling—”

“—Oh! Well, I had no idea I’d slighted someone so important and perfect,” grinning wide at you and slowly turning to face you properly.

You pout like he’s seriously wronged you. “And that’s exactly why I don’t forgive you.”

“What should I do to make it up to you?”

“Hmm…” trying to think of something clever to ask for, a kiss? A little cliché. Dinner? You’re pretty sure you’ll get that either way.  

Just as you’re mulling over your options, he’s suddenly in front of you and picking you up. Quickly dropping you onto his bed with him following after you, his arms caging you in against the very comfortable mattress. Gojo’s eyes on yours are intense, like he’s lost himself for a moment. It has a thrill running through you.

Trying your best to not sound as breathless as you feel when asking, “And what were you hoping for this to accomplish?”

No reply, his eyes flicking to your lips is the only warning you get before he kisses you. It’s more desperate than you were expecting or are used to. One of his hands moving to cradle the side of your face as he kisses you to the point you’re a little dazed.

Doing your very best to meet the ferocity of his lips but falling short, it doesn’t matter though because he’s pulling away to speak, “I’m hoping to make it up to you.”

And because of the fog over your brain, it takes you a second to catch onto what he means, “I—”

He kisses you again, thumb pressing into the hinge of your jaw so your mouth opens to him. Taking the opportunity he created to lick against your tongue. Kiss deep and a bit messy, growing more and more filthy with each passing second. Already, you’re unbelievably worked up, pussy hot and throbbing.

Again though, he pulls back. This time he asks through kisses, “Is it working?”

Humming back, “Huh?” Too lost in the moment to function properly, chasing his lips.

Gojo laughs a little, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’ll forgive you… this time,” your eyes are glassy when you look up into his.

He falters for a moment, like he’s thinking about what he should do next. Then he blinks a few times quick and stands up with a last peck to your lips. “Wanna watch a movie?”

You pull yourself up onto your forearms and watch him curiously, his back is to you, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Sure, what you got in mind?”

“In the mood for something scary?”

“Does it have to be scary,” flopping back onto the mattress. You don’t even mind scary movies but the ones he picks are… odd.

“Of course not,” he hums, “we can watch whatever you want to.”

Lifting your arms lazily and huffing, “Help me up.”

He approaches you and lifts you up off the bed by your hands without complaint, “You know what you wanna watch?”

“Nope,” you smile up at him, “we’ll figure it out though.”

The both of you end up on the couch after that, your legs resting in his lap as you enjoy one of your favourite films. You’ve seen it a bunch of times and you will continue to watch it every opportunity you get. When it’d appeared on streaming and he said he’d never watched it before, you jumped at the chance to show it to him.

Every now and again, you’ll look over to see if he’s enjoying it. Feeling uncertain because, while his eyes are on the TV, he’s fiddling in his spot. Leg jumping or readjusting every few moments. It has you sitting up to crawl over him just so you can get to the remote.

“What are you doing?” he laughs breathlessly.

You pause the movie and kneel back beside him, “You’re not paying attention.”

“I am! I’m invested like crazy.”

“Tell me what happened in the scene we just watched?” You challenge.

“Uh…” he looks away from you and thinks for too long before saying, “Okay, so maybe I’m a little distracted but it’s not my fault.”

Frown falling over your features as you ask, “Whose fault is it then?”

“Don’t pout,” hands reaching for you, grabbing your face on either side, “you’re so cute.” Planting a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’m not pouting.” It’s not convincing, since he’s squished your face and forced your lips into a pout.

His big hands pinch your cheeks together a little more, completely amused look on his face. “You definitely are but it’s very cute.”

“I’m not trying to be cute.”

“You don’t have to.”

Another kiss to your pouty mouth, and then another, and another. Continuing his onslaught of kisses until he’s deepening it. Grasping the back of your head and tipping you back so he can have better access.

You manage to pant at him, “You can’t distract me too.”

“You gotta let me try first,” lips tracing the line of your jaw.

“You never answered my question.”

“I thought the answer was obvious,” he laughs, mouthing at your neck now.

Whinging half-heartedly at him, “Satoru, this is my favourite movie.”

“I know but you’re my favourite, ever.”

Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, holding onto him as he leans you back into the couch cushions. Still kissing your neck, softly nipping at you every now and again. Getting more daring and sucking hickeys into your skin as your breaths come heavier.

Stifling down a small whimper to accuse, “Sweet talker.”

“Of course,” his words vibrate through you, “always for you.”

“Satoru,” huffing because his mouth is hot on your skin and his teeth are grazing over where he’s just sucked and you’re very quickly getting dizzy.

“Yes, sweetie?” he mumbles back, attention still very much on where he’s mouthing against you.

“We were supposed to be watching a movie.” And if your complaint comes out half-hearted, that’s because it is.

“I knowww,” he whines, resting his chin on your sternum and looking up at you through his pretty lashes, “but you distracted me.”

Threading your fingers through his hair absentmindedly and replying, “I didn’t do anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” he leans into your touch, enjoying how your nails scratch lightly against his scalp. “Can’t stop thinking about you.”

He’s sweet and his words make your heart skip but you take the opportunity to—not so subtly—guilt trip him. “And that’s why you can’t focus on my favourite movie?”

“I’m sorryy,” his words drag out as he buries his face against you. And then he must get distracted again because he mumbles, “hmm, you smell really good.”

Excitement shocking you as he drags his nose further up your body, eventually nosing into your neck. His breath tickles against your skin as he inhales your scent and you’re reacting to it more than you thought you would.

Hands pushing lightly at his shoulders, “Satoru, stop sniffing me.”

“But you smell so good,” audibly breathing heavier against you.

You’re flushing under him, growing hotter the longer he rests his weight on you and tickles against your sensitive neck. Gojo decides then, that it’s the perfect time to just lick against you. Tongue trailing over your already delicate skin.

The suddenness of it jolts through you and results in a moan pulling from deep inside your chest. A little sound you’d been holding down so well until he’d unintentionally toyed with you. It has him stilling above you and you’re worried you’ve done something wrong, maybe he didn’t like that you’re getting turned on from him showing affection.

Starting to spiral when he does it again, pulling another noise from you because he’s chosen to also nip against you. Feeling hot from arousal and shame, bumbling out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– I don’t know why—”

“—Woah,” he cuts you off with a small laugh, “Why are you apologising?” Moving back so he can look you in the eyes.

Your hands raise to cover your face, muttering out a reply that’s barely audible.

“You know I couldn’t hear that,” you don’t have to peak a look at him to know he’s smiling, you can hear it.

“I’m embarrassed!” words still coming out muffled behind clasped hands.

“Because you moaned?”

“Shut up—”

“—Woe is me,” he starts, “my pretty girlfriend moaned while I was playing with her.” He wraps his hand around your wrist and pries it away from your face, “It’s so weird that she would do that! I mean, all I was doing was making out with her and then teasing her where she was sensitive. Why would she get turned on from that?”

Brows pinching at him, “So, you were doing it on purpose?”

He’s grinning now, “Did I know how sensitive your neck is?” he pauses, “Sort of. Did I know you were going to be that affected?” Another pause, “A guy can hope.” He kisses your cheek, “I also do just think you smell really good though, you getting horny is a bonus.”

The acknowledgement that he’s aware of your growing arousal only makes this harder for you. He’s always been annoyingly observant, especially when it comes to you. “Do you enjoy embarrassing me?”

“A little.” Opening his mouth to bite onto the fat of your cheek, “But that’s just because I really like your reactions.”

“Stop tormenting me, we’re meant to be watching a movie.”

“Sweetie,” his head drops to your collarbone, “I’m way too hard to sit through a movie.”

“What?” You’re a bit surprised, you know you probably shouldn’t be but he’s being a lot more forward than you’re used to and he’s already stopped a heated session once today in favour of a movie.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you stepped foot in my apartment and now you’re all horny under me and moaning over me getting off on smelling you,” his words keep tumbling from him, “there’s no possible way I’m getting through the rest of this movie with you beside me unless I’m touching you the whole time, I barely made it through what we have watched.”

His confessions make you squirm, tummy flipping at the gravity of it all. “What are you gonna do now then?”

“I’m hoping… that my very sweet girlfriend will let me touch her, lots,” leaning up until his lips are on yours and taking your breath away, “because I’m needy for it.”

Not letting him kiss you again as you pretend to be in deep thought, “Hmmm….”

“You’re on a real mean streak today,” he huffs.

“When was I ever mean to you?”

He looks at you for a moment and then, “Don’t be petty by bringing up the past.”

Scoffing at him, “You’re the one who brought it up first!”

“You’re being mean right now by not answering my heartfelt wishes.”

“You’re so hard to keep up with, Satoru.”

Laughing at his silly antics a bit and when he pouts at you because of it, you kiss him again. Lips slotting over his easily as your fingers tug at his hair. It pulls his focus well enough, humming against you as he kisses you back.

He’s impatient this time though, his kisses messy and needy and all the built-up feelings of being forced to sit through a movie without touching you. And then he readjusts so his erection is resting right over your core and you’re gasping. Finally feeling the evidence of his earlier words. How he’s managed to be this hard and still joke around, you have no idea.

The way he kisses you is dizzying. Before Gojo, you had never experienced a kiss that worked you up so carefully. It’s like he knows exactly how to build you up, what exactly about this you enjoy. It feels good, it feels so fucking good. Is this what kissing is supposed to feel like? You’re growing addicted to it, how it feels to be overwhelmed by his lips.

So lost in it that when he pulls back by sucking on your tongue, you moan pitifully. Gojo bristles over top of you, his eyes lighting up. Pecking your mouth again and trying to coax you into kissing him again but you shake your head, mouth shut.

“Come on, pretty,” he almost begs, “open your mouth for me.”

Not replying verbally, “mhm.” He’s only kissed you and you’re moaning and it’s embarrassing.

“but I wanna hear it again.”

He licks your lips and sucks on your lower one, pulling a breath from you that opens your mouth enough to allow him to shove his tongue in. Lewdly licking against you, kissing deep once more just so he can pull back and suck on your tongue the way he did before.

Giving him exactly what he wanted when you whine, eyes glassy as you look up at him. Gojo shudders at the look on your face, his hips digging down into you. The heavy weight of his erection rutting into you that little bit makes your lashes flutter.

Naturally, he does it again, grinding down into you and watching your reactions carefully. His breaths huffed against your own with how he lingers by your mouth. Kissing you every now and again to greedily swallow down a moan of yours. The pair of you devolving into messes the longer he ruts at you like he’s in heat.

Big hand reaching down to grab at your thigh, pulling at you until your legs have opened enough for him to slot his waist in between them. Hard cock now parting your pussy lips through your clothes as he continues to hump you. His aching shaft catching on your clit and making you squirm under him.

His forehead drops to yours, “You’re so pretty like this,” he’s panting but still talking, like it’s so important you know just what he’s thinking. “All horny and shy,” humming at you, “you’re getting over that though, aren’t you? Is dry humping me making you forget how embarrassed you were?”

“Stop talking,” your lips slam onto his, aiming for his silence.

It’s the first time he’s spoken to you like that and it’s doing things to you. Fresh slick dampening your panties the longer his breathless voice spoke to you. He’s always been a bit of a tease but more in an annoying way. Realistically, you should’ve expected him to tease you during your hotter moments together too.

He retorts through kisses, “I like talking.” Moving back so he can speak clearly, “I like talking to you.”

“Well, I don’t like being tormented.”

“Oh… I don’t know if I agree with that, sweetie.” Grinning at you like he knows something you don’t, “You do know you’ve been meeting every one of my thrusts, right?”

And his words have you gaining awareness of your own movements, giving grinds back up into him. Begging for more friction wordlessly, writhing under him and trying to coax him into doing more, touch you more, anything.

You stop though, hips stilling and flat on the couch. It makes Gojo whinge, “Noo, that’s not what I wanted,” his hand moving to your hip and trying to get you to move, his own grinds coming faster, desperate.

The frantic way he’s moving has your lungs stuttering in your chest, choking on a moan. Legs wrapping around his waist and holding on tight, how he’s rutting against your clit making your stomach flip. And as good as it feels, you feel achingly empty at the same time. Hole spasming around nothing as he gets you closer to that delicious edge.

“Satoru– hff– you gotta stop,” head lolling back onto the cushions, pleasantly foggy.

And just as you’re about to cum, he listens and stops moving. Only resting his lower half on you, smiling patiently down at your face. You’re blearily looking back, displeasure apparently written on your features because he says, “You’re the one who asked me to stop.”

“I know that.”

“Wanna tell me why?”

Mumbling back, “Because I was gonna… finish.”

“I was trying to make you cum,” thrusting forward slightly, as a treat.

“In my pants?” You gape.

“Why not? I think it’s hot.”

“Messy.”

He shrugs, “I bet your panties are already a mess anyways.”

And he says it so casually, like it’s not something new for him to talk like that. But it is, it’s new and exciting and you maybe want him to tease you a little more.

His breath by your ear makes you shiver and pulls your attention back to him. Gojo’s words are low and curious, “You gonna let me see?”

“Are you gonna be nice to me?” Lips curving in a coy smile.

“I’m always nice to you, sweetheart.” But the way his eyes dance with mirth tells you he knows he’s bending the truth, tells you he’s not going to be completely nice to you. The hand he has on your waist dips below your pants, asking, “You gonna show me just how messy you’ve gotten?”

You grab his wrist, “Maybe if you ask nicely.”

“Please…” hovering his mouth right over yours, “pretty please let me look at your pussy. I wanna touch you so bad, sweetie. Please.”

Something evil in you is tempted to deny him but the way he’s pleaded has you wanting him more. Accepting his hot kiss before managing out, “Okay, since you begged so sweetly.”

“Mm, thank god.”

Speaking at the exact same time that he’s moving back to tug your pants off completely. It’s head spinning how quickly he gets them off you. Even more so how he kneels back and spreads your legs with his large hands on your inner thighs. Gaze set firmly on your panties, on the damp spot left behind from your arousal.

He’s just staring and it’s almost worse than his teasing grinds. Frustratedly asking, “Having fun?”

“Yeah. Lots of it,” he grins back.

But he catches onto your impatience and strokes a finger between your folds, biting into his lip so he doesn’t whine at just how slick you’ve made the pathetic scrap of clothing. Already so drenched and he’s only been playing with you a little bit, no judgement from him though, it’s got him hot and stiff.

Using the pad of his finger to circle your clit cruelly, not enough pressure to give you what you want. Or it wouldn’t be, but you were so close not that long ago and the direct focus on your sensitive nerves makes your back arch and lips part.

Gojo coos at you, “Look how sensitive you are,” a tiny bit more pressure just to get a bigger reaction, “look at that.”

“Do something about it,” hips bucking upwards.

He sighs happily, “And what do you want me to do?”

“Anything– Satoru, please, just—” frowning when he withdraws his touch and pushes you down by your hip so you can’t writhe against him.

“—Anything?” He can feel how his heart is leaping behind his ribcage. “You’re gonna let me do anything I want to you?”

“If it means you’ll touch me more.” Lashes sticking together from how your eyes have gotten wetter. “Anything.”

“You won’t regret it, sweetheart.”

And then he grabs either side of your panties—fingers wrapping around the waistband—just to tug them upwards forcefully. The material moulding to your pussy obscenely, and with your wetness and the pale colour, they’re almost rendered completely see-through. There’s nothing left to the imagination, and it’s got your skin warming. Trying not to fidget too much as a result, since you did say he could do anything to you and he’s not done much of anything yet.

Gojo can’t help himself, fingers tickling against you. His touch so much more overwhelming now that everything is pressed tight to your delicate skin. Nearly able to trick yourself into thinking he’s directly touching you, his warmth enticing you. The urge to raise your hips and grind into him taking over, only to be snuffed out. His other hand firmly planted on your hip and holding you down.

“I was right,” he rumbles, “you’re all wet and these panties are ruined.”

“They might’ve been fine if you hadn’t– hnn—”

Cut off by him poking at your entrance, material stopping him from doing anything but the taunting to your needy hole makes you weak.

He encourages you—or he mocks you—your fuzzy brain can’t quite tell right now. “‘If I hadn’t’ what, pretty?” Before you speak though, he’s clear, “Say it properly.”

“If you hadn’t– hff– hadn’t pulled my underwear into my– my pussy, they’d be salvageable.”

And when you squeaked out, ‘my pussy’ Gojo’s breath stuttered almost to a complete halt. He can feel the way precum dribbles from the tip of his cock. He wants to hear you say dirtier things; wants to make you say dirtier things.

Gathering himself enough to retort, “I don’t agree.”

The sound of him shuffling down the couch reaches your ears but you barely register what it is he’s doing. Not until he’s between your spread legs and his warm breath is hitting your soaked cunt. On reflex, you close your legs, but it only traps his head between your thighs.

“Jokes on you, sweetheart, I’m into this.”

He nuzzles himself deeper between your legs until his nose is grazing your panties, and then he pushes into you even further, you can hear how he inhales against you. Soft moan leaving him as he does, and you can feel it vibrate through you. You’d wiggle away so he’s not nose deep in your pussy but he’s gripping the outside of your thighs tight to keep them sturdy either side his head.

“Don’t move,” his voice almost cracks with his desperation. Still shamelessly sniffing you, gaining a perverse joy from it.

Familiar words leaving you, “Stop sniffing me, Satoru.”

“But you smell so good,” he reminds. “Good enough to eat.”

Opening his mouth to let his tongue hang, pressing it to your cunt through the thin cotton. Insistently licking at your clit through the material before trailing down to your entrance and doing his best to penetrate without luck. Somehow nosing closer to you in the process, lapping at you crudely.

Your hand is slapping over your mouth as you gasp, stifling down all your needy sounds. Gojo’s too busy devouring you through your panties to complain, getting dizzy himself with how aroused he is. Hips digging into the cushions below him, grinding against them for that little bit of relief.

Messily mouthing at your core, happily suffocating himself between your thighs. Flicking his tongue against your sensitive nerves, the friction from your underwear making your hips fight against him.

He’s ruining you; you’re panting and curling your toes. Previous denied orgasm leaving you so weak to the pleasure. The hand you don’t have on your mouth slides down to hold onto Gojo’s hair, needing to ground yourself with something. Feverous in how he pursues your high, moaning when you accidentally tug at his hair.

The continuous repetition of his movements has you finally cumming for him, fresh slick gushing from you as your hole spasms around nothing. Feeling the ache of emptiness, especially in this moment. Moans too loud to hide behind the hand clasped over your lower face. The release is sweet and welcome but could be so much better if he filled you, if he took your panties off.

And while you’re distracted and floating in the bliss of your high, Gojo sucks the material clinging lewdly to your cunt into his mouth. Savouring the taste of your cum on his tongue as he licks and sucks at the now sopping wet mess that is your cotton panties. If they weren’t ruined before, they certainly are now. Enjoying himself immensely, delighting in the flavour that is you.

As soon as he speaks, your underwear drops from his mouth and he almost regrets having to say anything. “I’m taking these off now, sweetie.”

Your head feels heavy as you look him in the eye, “Please.”

His heart skips a couple beats, “You’re so cute,” then he tears your panties off. Ripping them at the sides to get them off as quickly as possible. Making eye contact with you as he gives one last deep inhale directly to the material itself.

Whinging, “Stop playing with them,” trying to lean up to snatch them away from him but he moves them out of reach.

“Ah,” he tuts at you, “these are mine now,” tucking them into his back pocket. Sneering at him has the opposite effect, it has him getting close to you just to say, “Careful, sweetie, I can only get so horny.”

There’s one word floating in your head regarding him right now—pervert—your boyfriend is a degenerate pervert, and you had no idea. The hazy look of lust overwhelming his features completely. You find yourself wondering just what else he’s into that he’s keeping from you.

“Satoru,” you call to him, gaining his attention on you wholly, “Have you always been a pervert?”

“Maybe,” he replies cryptically with an easy smile, not even bothering to deny it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Shrugging at you, “I didn’t really take any notice until after I met you.” His hands slide under your shirt, slowly pulling it upwards.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or not,” you laugh.

“I think… you should be lifting your arms so I can take your top off.”

Still a little docile from your recent orgasm and easily listening to him, arms raised over your head so he can undress you the rest of the way. At your bare chest on display, he’s shamelessly staring. A split second later, he’s groping. Kneading your tits between his hands as he rolls your nipples between his index fingers and thumbs.

You hiss at his pinching, “Easy.”

“Mmm, sensitive all over, aren’t you?”

Dropping himself so his head is between your breasts, kissing at your sternum, leaving behind love bites as he nestles himself there. Turning his head to the side so he can kiss your boob, apparently warming you up for his next move. His mouth opening wide to envelop your nipple, sucking and nipping at you, tongue flicking the sensitive bud.

His clothed dick rutting against your bare cunt makes you keen into him, huffing a whine as you wrap your legs around his waist. Feeling sickeningly needy as you grind up against his erection.

Gojo’s huffing out his own small sounds, kissing his way up your body until he can take your lips in his. Making out with you hotly for a moment before departing in such a cruel way, licking over your lips as he goes.

Nipping your lower lip as he informs, “I’m gonna open you up on my fingers now.”

“Good,” boldly stating, “I feel empty.”

He could swear he hears the sound of his own heart breaking, “I know, pretty,” he pouts at you, “I’ll fix it.”

Deft fingers glide down your body, not stopping until they slip through your glistening folds. Gojo chokes on a groan and drops his head, your pussy so creamy he’s overwhelmed. Single finger welcomed easily by your greedy hole, sucking him in and clinging to him desperately. He crooks it upwards just to watch you moan and shudder.

The wet clicking sounds of his digit moving inside your snug cunt makes him restless. Suddenly announcing, “I need to watch this.”

Getting himself back into his previous position, his body no longer over top of yours making you feel somehow more exposed. “No, don’t look.”

“Sweetie…” he laughs breathlessly, “I plan on putting my dick in you, don’t get shy over me watching you take my fingers.”

A bit incoherent in your reply, “Perv– you’re probably– hng– probably gonna like it too much.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely gonna get off to it.”

You’ve not persuaded him to not watch how his fingers fill you. Lecherous grin on his face as he slides another finger in alongside the first, stretching you open on them. His digits leave your hole all shiny and slick from arousal, dripping down into his palm.

“Fuck– you’re so fucking wet.” His other hand holds your left thigh, keeping you spread open for him. Not that you could close your legs anyways, not with him in-between them. He continues, “Baby, you’re killing me here. I’m definitely getting off to this by the way, I’m so goddamn hard my dick hurts.”

Half-heartedly chastising, “Shut up– hng– stop being such a– ah!– perv.”

“But I’m your perv,” he pouts like he’s offended when you both know he’s really not.

Gojo’s mouth is watering as he watches his fingers slip in and out of you repeatedly, lulled into a hypnotic sort of trance. Finding himself further between your legs and stuffing his tongue in alongside his scissoring fingers before he knows it. The addition has you squeaking, moaning loud as he laps at you in time with his digits.

The slurping is obscene and driving you both wild, maybe him more so you. You’re writhing and trying to stifle down your moans. Hand back in his hair like earlier and trying to contain his movements but utterly failing. Gojo is ravenous, turned on and losing his mind. Eyes rolling in his head as you whine all embarrassed and shy like.

“Stop, it’s embarrassing– oh my god—” lashes fluttering and your stomach flipping as his nose digs against your clit.

If his mouth was free, he’d reply ‘I know,’ because he does know and it’s just another thing to turn him on so much that he’s dizzy. But his mouth isn’t free and he’s almost completely certain you’re about to cum again. Moving the hand from your thigh to your lower tummy, pressing down to add delicious pressure that makes your squirming heighten.

“Wait– hng– wait, it feels different– I’ve never– hah– Satoru.” You’re trying to warn him that it feels weird, unfamiliar. You’ve never felt such intense and white hot pleasure before and it’s got you worrying.

On the other hand, Gojo doesn’t seem the least bit concerned. Only speeding up his movements, his usually bright eyes a few shades darker and focused on your face as he continues fucking you with both his fingers and tongue. Spurred on by your pitiful whines, crooking his fingers to hit the sweetest deep spot each time.

Just as you’re about to raise your concerns again, you’re cumming, hard. Orgasm ripping through you and making your head feel like you’re floating. Whole body wracked in shudders as your pussy feels fucking insane. Throbbing hot and dripping around Gojo’s fingers and tongue, making an even bigger mess than before.

Gojo pulls his digits from you first and then sloppily tongue kisses your cunt, if you were to ask, he’d claim he was cleaning up but he’s only making a bigger mess. He’s desperately grinding down into the couch, worse than before. He’s got it so bad right now, his cock pulsing hot in his pants, begging to be touched.

Lazily, you raise your head to look down your body and you’re hit with an overwhelming amount of embarrassment. Gojo’s couch a complete mess, and all ruined with your orgasm, slick leaking into the cushions.

“Oh my god… Satoru, I’m so sorry.”

He’s still busy with tonguing your hole, humming back noncommittally, “Hmm?”

“Stop– hff– stop for a second,” pushing his forehead.

“Sweetie, it’s fine,” he assures, but he looks worse than before. Panting heavily and eyes practically swallowed by his pupils.

“But—”

“—No,” diverting his gaze back to your pussy, “you squirted and it was hot, don’t apologise to me for that.” Glancing back up to you, “Let’s make a bigger mess, yeah?”

“I’ve never…”

“You’ve never squirted before?” grin overtaking his features, “that just for me, huh? Just for your perv boyfriend?”

He’s too happy about his pervert title.

You sulk, “Your couch.”

“I’ll just buy a new one and then you can christen that one by squirting on it too.”

“I hate you,” you grumble, not finding his joke as funny as he does.

“No, you don’t,” he says, “in fact, I think you might like me a whole lot,” and then smiling evilly because he thought of something perverse to say, “your pussy sure does.”

Like a diversion, he’s immediately stripping himself of his shirt, torso stretching out as he pulls it off. Giving you a good view of his toned body that you hazily appreciate in your blissed out state. Forgetting to act annoyed at his comment because of it, something he notices and smirks to himself about.

Stepping off the couch for just a moment, long enough to remove his pants and boxers. Coming back to you with his dick free of its prior restraints and achingly hard. Tip flushed a pretty pink colour and dripping obscene amounts of pre, it beads from the head and drips down onto the couch; as well as traveling down his shaft.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”

Shooting back at him, “Like you’re one to talk.”

“Don’t be petty,” his eyes sparkle. You glare at him and he has the gall to bite his lip and moan at it. “Enough foreplay.”

On his knees between your legs, resting one hand on your inner thigh while the other guides his length to your cunt, gliding it through your slit. Tapping the head against your clit three times and making you jolt about it. Then trailing down to your entrance and slowly stretching you open.

Gojo’s sight is trained on where he’s splitting you open, his breathing stuttered and heart going a million miles a second. His tip is so sensitive and you’re drooling silky, soft and wet on him, he’s light-headed about it. Feeding you more of his cock so slowly that you’re whining at him, but he can’t go any faster. Not only does he want to savour it, but he will cum if he moves too fast.

He’s taking so long and all you want is to feel him hit your womb, feeling antsy now that you’re finally getting filled. Looking at him through the tear drops resting on your eyelashes, taken completely off guard by the sight of him.

“Are you okay, Satoru?” Hand reaching for his face only to be grabbed and taken in his.

Deep blush dusting his cheeks and down to his chest, “I’m– hnn– I’m fucking fantastic, why?”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Hmm?” he tilts his head, confused. And then he feels it, his nose dripping blood onto his mouth, he smiles wide at it.

The sight of him grinning while blood mixes with and stains his teeth shouldn’t be as hot as you find it to be, but it is. Pulsing around him at the image, turned on by his borderline feral depravity. His tongue licks over his front teeth, lazily cleaning the blood.

Rolling his head back to look down his nose at you, “Don’t worry about it, baby.”

“But– hah—”

Shutting you up with a quick, sharp thrust forward. “Oh fuck– hff– I’m fine, sweetheart, you just feel so good.”

You can feel the veins of his dick throbbing inside you, pulsing against your walls. It’s devastating, the thick stretch of him already making you feel faint and the added feel of his own need rendering you useless. Already so full on his cock, wiggling against him a bit. It only makes him grab hold of your hips, hissing through his teeth.

Looking at him and asking, “Is it all in?”

His breathless reply, “is it all—” smiling softly at you, “yeah, basically.”

“Liar,” you pout.

“Yeah,” his smile turning a little devious as he sinks deeper still.

He’s focusing so hard as he keeps moving his hips forward, feeling high strung and on edge. You’re so inviting, loving on him so sweetly. Truly believing he’s like… five seconds away from cumming prematurely. Mustering up every ounce of self-control he has to hold himself back. The urge to thrust with reckless abandon whispering to him like a devil on his shoulder.

When he does finally sit as deep as he can possibly get, pelvis flush to you, he sighs out a whimper. Shudders going down his spine because it’s unbelievable, finally getting you like this is unreal to him. He’s been wanting this for too long, you, all messy and slightly delirious while split open on his cock.

You’re reaching for him, clinging to his hands gripping your hips. He grabs one of your hands and unfurls it with his own, interlocking fingers with you, “You’re being so cute, sweetie.”

“Don’t talk,” you moan back. Focusing hard on adjusting to him, trying to remain calm.

He sulks at you, asking, “Why not?” But when you flutter around him again at the sound of his voice, he knows exactly why not.

Choosing to lower himself down, the hand holding onto yours raising it above your head as he goes, not letting go. Lowering until he’s flush to you, firm body pressed to you completely. Tucking his head by your ear and blowing on it just to tease you that bit more. You whine at it and struggle against him, but when you realise you’re not getting anywhere, you stop.

Glaring at him, “You’re heavy.”

“You like it.” Grinding against you, his tip kissing your womb.

His voice right by your ear is killing you. “Kiss me?”

“Using my distraction technique?” he moves his mouth closer to yours, “copycat.”

And even though he knows you’re baiting him into shutting up for a bit, it works. His kiss imploring and deep, happily swept up in the impromptu distraction. Able to feel how it turns you on more, walls clingy and twitchy on his dick. It has him putting more into the kiss, tongue filling your mouth and playing with yours. Nipping at your bottom lip and licking over it before locking lips with you again.

The metallic taste of his blood is on your tongue, but it doesn’t change the fact that every time he kisses you like this you forget every other kiss you’ve ever experienced. Moaning into his mouth at it and then whimpering because his dick jerked inside you. Taking the opportunity, you wrap your legs around his waist. He slips impossibly deeper because of it.

Gojo sputters a little, lips disconnecting from yours. Choosing instead to rest his forehead against yours as he pants. Eyes glassy and lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep still. You’re confused on why he’s doing that though, since you’re very quickly becoming impatient.

“Are you gonna move?”

“Gimmie a sec,” he sighs.

Your lips purse at him, “Satoru.”

“Baby, if I move now, this is gonna be over real quick.”

So, you stay still too, silently hoping he gets over this soon. Fingers digging into his shoulders because the ache of him sitting so deep inside of you and not doing anything about it has you questioning how on earth, he’s managing to torture you like this.

Not even fully convinced he’s not doing it on purpose, from what you’ve learned so far, it’s a possibility. This thought has you taking it upon yourself to torture him back, rutting your hips upwards into him. Grinding against his pelvis and moaning at how his tip knocks the deepest parts of you.

The action makes Gojo groan, hand speeding to grab your hip tight and stop your movements. The hand holding yours squeezes once in warning before he’s using his heavy weight to pin down your lower half. The look in his eyes telling you that you’ve successfully enticed a reaction you wanted from him.

“You want it that bad?”

“You’ve been making me wait too long.”

“I’m the one who’s been waiting,” he counters. Slowly pulling out of your sopping wet cunt, teeth digging into his lower lip at the feel. “Been waiting to get you in my house, keep you to myself.”

Your back arches at the drag of his cock, jerking because it feels so good. Finally getting what you’ve been waiting for, the ache inside you soothing with his movement. You’re anticipating his next move, the quick plunge of his descent back into your begging cunt.

He coos at you, “Look at that.” Grip on your hip moving to slide under your lower back, keeping you arched up. “So eager…”

Not even realising you’d been holding your breath until he’s easing himself back in, your lungs releasing the air alongside a soft moan. The hand he has still holding yours is what keeps you grounded, head starting to drift off to the clouds.

Gojo whines as he hits balls deep again, your walls so accommodating to him, like you were made for him. The first proper glide in and out and he’s melting into a puddle, the floodgates opening as he gives up on self-control. Beginning to repeatedly thrust his hips, shallow quick movements because he doesn’t want to pull away from how close he is to you.

You’re struggling to consistently take in breaths, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure. Positively creaming around him as he pummels deep, knocking against your womb each time he re-enters. Full range of movements restrained by his hands on you, forced to stay still and be subjected to euphoria that makes you want to run.

“Fuck!– this feels insane,” his mouth drops and small whimpers stutter from him. “You– hng– you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this.” It’s like he’s lost control of his mouth, revealing things to you he’s been holding back. “Basically– hff– been hard since you got here– oh fuck– that turn you on a little? Knowing your poor boyfriend has been aching since he pinned you down and kissed you until you were a little dumb.”

Your head droops back, his dick hitting the perfect spot. “Oh– right there, ‘Toru– hng—”

He ignores you, carrying on with his babbling instead. “That’s a lie, I was already a little hard just from having you in my home.” And even though he’s not replied to your cries of pleasure, he’s focusing his attention on that same spot that had you whining to him.

There’s not a chance for you to get your thoughts together well enough to reply to him. Gojo doesn’t seem bothered by that though, still caught up on confessing to you.

“Remember when you wore that skirt last week?” It’s phrased like a question, but it isn’t one. “I kept getting low just to see what kind of panties you were wearing,” he moans at the memory, “blue looks good on you.”

If you weren’t so wrapped up and consumed by the orgasm building inside you, you’d find some way to chastise him. Though you’re not entirely sure you even mind, the memories of him blushing a little from that day flooding back to you at this revelation. The idea of him trying to peek under your skirt while you were out on a date together amusing to you. He was sneaky because you didn’t have any idea he’d done that. Now you’re wondering just what else he’s been hiding.

Still prattling on, “Everything looks good on you– hff– drives me insane.” His eyes fall to your chest, jiggling with every thrust, “Your tits always look good too.” Lowering his head to rest between them, teeth scraping at your sternum, “Smell so good– fuck– hng– why do you—” Cutting himself off with a moan, your cunt shivering around him causing his hips to stammer.

Gojo can’t take it anymore, raising off you to rest back on his knees properly. Untangling his hand from yours and soothing it down your body, stopping on his way to grope you. Fingers pinching your nipple and grinning deliriously at your response. That hand continues to slide down your side until he can grip your hip tight, other one removing itself from you back to grab the other.

With his newfound hold, he’s dragging your lower half up with him. Back arched even more now, the new positioning hitching your breath. He hums appreciatively while greedily eyeing your stuffed pussy.

“How– hng—” your lungs squeeze with the effort of talking while on the precipice of finishing, “how long you been– hah– holding back, Satoru?”

He smiles innocently at you, head tilting with his question. “How long we been dating for now?”

There doesn’t seem to be an expectation of a reply though, his cock pulling almost all the way out of you before he’s bucking back inside. Rendering you completely dumb in the process; head lolling back and mewls tumbling freely. The way you’re spread obscenely open, and split even further open on him, it’s intense and good and intense.

The pace he’s set is world shattering; you’re on the fast track for being cock drunk. Eyes rolling as you’re forced to listen to the wet, sloppy sounds of him bullying your cervix. Cunt desperately clinging to him, leaking sweet and slick on him.

As you get closer and closer, Gojo realises and starts begging you. “Please squirt again, baby.” Rearranging himself so one hand can press into your lower stomach, “Please– oh god– please soak me in it,” his voice cracks, “please, for me? Ruin my couch some more.”

“I can’t– hng–” shaking your head at him, “I don’t– ah!– Satoru!”

“You can, I know you can,” tone whingy and broken, “you can because you’re such a good girl for me,” smiling lazily to himself because he knows that got to you, can feel it.

The hand he has on your tummy slides downwards a bit more, basically pressing into your pelvis. It has you tightening around him, the pressure making you shake as bliss fills your veins. His thumb heightens it, moving down to put pressure directly on your clit. Not circling or stimulating in any other way than to make you that bit more sensitive.  

Gojo’s gaze flits from your stuffed pussy to your face, his heart wavering in his chest. “You’re so pretty, sweetie.”

His innocent compliment while fucking you so depraved has you unravelling, pulsing hot and sugary sweet on him. Cumming so hard you’re barely able to hear anything but the blood pumping in your own ears.

Almost missing how Gojo whimpers pathetically, stumbling out, “There you go!– hng– that’s my girl– fuck—”

He can’t take how you’re sucking him in so divinely, cunt squeezing him like a vice as you squirt for the second time. Truly making a mess of him, yourself, the couch. It’s exactly what he wanted, and it has him immediately cumming too. Painting your walls the creamy white of his spend.

“You did such a good job,” he fusses.

Grinding himself into you to ride out both your highs, keeping you tight to his pelvis so he’s balls deep. You’re all sensitive and jittery under him, jolting through your aftershocks. Dazed and lost in the bliss to the point you’re not able to vocalise anything. Stuck dreamily looking up at him and appreciating the way he’s made you feel. Insides all warm and pleasant as you hug around him.

He sings you soft praise, “So perfect for me, baby.” Tugging one of your hands to his mouth and kissing it, “All pretty and sweet on me when you cum.”

You can’t reply with words, well you could but it’s not worth the effort right now. Simply humming back at him as an acknowledgment of his words.

Eventually, Gojo does move, slowly pulling out of you. His sights carefully trained on how his cum slips from your hole onto the cushions below. He’s lowering you back down onto the couch just so he can use his thumbs to part your folds and hold you obscenely open. Primal and possessive feelings flooding him as he keeps watching you leak his seed.

“Stop staring at me,” you mutter, still managing to be shy.

“Fine.” He replies too easily.

And you should’ve known that his easy caving was going to come with a caveat. That being, his fingers collecting the cum that’s leaked from you and pushing it back into your hole. He’s moaning as he feels how your pussy is bloated full of his cum, all creamy and soft.

It’s got him all dizzy, getting down between your legs without a second thought. His tongue licking up his spend, similar to how his digits were moving. Filling your cunt with his tongue over and over, using his mouth to clean you up.

You mewl and push at his head, bordering on overstimulation. He relents at your touch, climbing up your body and landing his lips on yours in an open-mouthed kiss. Sharing the cum he’d just licked up with you, you’re swallowing it down as he keeps his mouth heavily pressed to yours. The bitter taste outweighed by the natural sweetness that accompanies him.

Shuddering over it all, wrapping your arms around his neck and sucking on his tongue. Enjoying the intimacy of a kiss after sex, desiring him as close to you as possible. Wanting to fall into him even further, happy to comply to whatever he wants. Too drunk on all the orgasms he’s given you to be anything but obedient.

Gojo parts from you with a sigh, “I’m hard again.”

You can hardly believe it. “What?”

“You’re just so adorable and you’re all sweet after cumming and I really wanna fuck you while my cum is still inside you.”

He’s such a pervert and the more he talks the more obvious it becomes, “Okay.”

“Fuck– you’re so perfect,” he has to hold himself back from telling you he loves you. It’s really not the time or place to say it for the first time but he wants to tell you so bad.

Everything’s spinning and this time it’s not from your orgasm. Gojo’s grabbed you and flipped you onto your stomach. Pulling your ass cheeks apart so he can guide himself to your weeping hole. Easily sheathing himself back inside your tight heat. He chokes on whimpers as he bottoms out, leaning himself down and using his hands either side your head to keep himself sturdy.

Grinding into you deep and slow, the prone bone position leaving you dumb and shaky. His strokes are unhurried and profound and followed through with force that makes you feel like you might end up squirting for him… again.

“Your pussy is so weak for me, sweetheart—” He can’t finish his sentence, moan pulling from him. Determined to continue though, spitting out, “Already– hng– already feel you getting close.”

Gojo can’t believe how silky soft your walls are, his cum only adding to how insane you feel. The way you wrap around him so snugly and quiver enticingly has got him hypnotised. The sloshing of his own spend fucking back into your womb makes him grin, happy with himself.

“Every time we– hff– we made out and you grinded your warm pussy down onto me without realising had me nearly cumming in my pants.” Apparently, he’s back to sharing more lewd confessions.

Pulling a hand away from the couch so he can tickle it down your spine, pleased with how you throb around him at it. Your reactions intoxicating to him, every little thing you do keeps him on his toes and makes him hard.

“You’ve been– hah– so painfully oblivious to how badly I’ve needed you,” he muses. “I’ve been thinking about you like this the whole time and you had no idea. Sometimes you’d smile at me and I’d get hard.”

“Then you– hng– you should’ve made a move,” words coming out muffled, “been waiting for you to.”

He laughs, “I was trying to be a gentleman.” Hips slamming a little harsher as emphasis.

Apparently, he wasn’t trying that hard considering he just admitted to trying to peek under your skirt on your last date. “Uh huh.”

You’re coming undone quicker than you thought you would, sensitive and worked up. All his talking making you even more needy. The sound of his voice cracking every now and again with a moan doing things to you.

“If you wanna cum, do it.” You can practically hear the grin he’s wearing. “Don’t hold back on me, sweetie.”

“You’re so insufferable,” you whine. “But it feels so good,” lips pursing and vision blurring with your tears.

“I know it does,” he soothes, hand stroking up and down your back, “feels good for me too.”

Repeatedly hitting the gooey spot that has you seeing stars, slack jawed and mewling as he has you cumming for a third time. Not even having to check to know that he’s somehow managed to have you squirting for a third time. A fact that will have you almost crying from embarrassment later but feels so damn good right now that all you can do is float blissfully on your high.

“This is like a dream come true,” he mumbles, words blending together because he’s about to lose it. “Such a little squirter for me, it’s really hot of you.”

Fucking into you a few more times, grinding down to punctuate each thrust before he’s dumping another load inside your cunt. Gojo hadn’t realised he started to tear up until he’s glancing down and his vision is all blurry. Overwhelmed by how good it feels to fuck you that he’s started crying over it. He feels pathetic and annoyed because he’s trying to look at how his cum is drooling around his dick from your overstuffed cunt and can’t because he’s crying like an idiot.

He lowers himself all the way down until he’s resting his front to your back, slightly holding himself up with his forearm so as to not crush you but desperately craving proximity to you. He’s as close as he’ll ever get, literally balls deep inside you and still he wants to be closer.

Pressing gentle kisses to your cheek, overcome with his affection for you. “You didn’t pass out on me did you, sweetheart?”

You’re slow to reply, “Mm, you’re heavy.”

He scoffs, “I’m not that heavy.”

“Yes, you are,” he’s all well-built muscle and you’re all soft and gooey after having so many orgasms.

“I don’t wanna pull out yet though.” His voice coming out pitchy as he whinges. Heart breaking in his chest at the idea of pulling out so soon, you’re still so warm and twitchy. It’s far too inviting to give up so soon.

“I need a shower.”

Able to feel how his chest vibrates with a hum, “Good idea.” Gojo’s thoughts are immediately thinking about how he’ll get to see his semen drip from your pussy down your inner thighs. Now wanting to get you upright sooner rather than later. “I’ll join you.”

“You’re gonna have to,” glancing back at him, “I don’t think I can stand on my own.”

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he promises.

You gasp at how his dick twitches inside you, “Are you seriously getting hard again?”

“Ignore it.” He nuzzles into the side of your neck, chuckling.

He’s insufferable and a pervert and he’s your boyfriend who you’re falling in love with.

α.η. thank you for reading !!! i'm sorry it took me so long to finish but i am, unfortunately, easily distracted :3 i hope you all liked this ! i had a hard time making him perverted enough .. or at least more perverted than i usually write him ☠️ i held back a little because i don't know how freaky we were feeling ......

anyways, thank you again ! i hope you all have fabulous days / nights <3

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[revolvingsaturn]

pink and black

𝜗𝜚 It’s been a while since you and Megumi let Yuji into your bedroom, and you’d just loveee to watch it happen all over again. But you want to get involved this time, too- even if Megumi can’t quite handle it all. How cute!

pairing: Megumi x reader x Yuji

content: smut, itafushi x reader, threesomes, prone bone, blowjobs, exhibitionism/voyuerism (sort of), reader instructs them both, mattress humping, talking Megumi through it, cooing, praise, pet names, mommy kink, men crying, full nelsons, riding Megumi as Yuji fucks him, pathetic Megumi, brief handjob, multiple orgasms, whimpering, overstimulation, lowk dumbification, threeway kisses, nippleplay, aftercare

wc: 3.4k

more like this | part one

A few weeks later, you all tumble back into your bedroom again. Well, not exactly that easily; you start off at the bar two days before, your glasses clinking merrily as liquor swirls below cold chunks of ice and the ostentatiously large slice of lime Yuji insisted he wanted on the side of the drinks, to which Megumi had promptly taken his citrusy garnish off and avoided eye contact with you both when you teased him for it. If he blushed, neither of you said anything.

You get drunk quicker than either of them, courtesy of the cocktails you’ve been throwing back and insisting they taste more like juice than alcohol- rookie mistake, really, because it leads to them both holding you up as you stagger back home. Your heels click on the pavement, rainwater from the evening before splashing happily onto everybody's shoes as the two men help you walk in what could barely be classified as a straight line. “Wow, you’re both reallyyy strong.” You giggle, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend who just sighs softly in response. “Come on,” Megumi murmurs, tugging at your (his, really) jacket. “Let me put you to bed, okay?”

You stare at him for a second, something gleeful glinting in your eyes that makes Yuji curious and Megumi downright flustered. “Why don’t you…” you say, pointing drunkenly at your dark-haired boyfriend as he leads you to your couch, “let Yuji put you to bed? If you know what I mean.” You snort, laughing hysterically and falling back into Yuji’s awaiting biceps. He holds you helplessly, and they both stare at each other for a long, long second as you sway and then just keep talking.

“Seriously, I really liked watching you both fuck. It was great.” You sigh wistfully, eyes drooping. “We should all do it again some time.”

Then you promptly manage to pass out on the couch, heels still dangling from your feet, and leave them to gape at each other.

“I mean…” Megumi mutters, rubbing his neck, “if she wants to, I… wouldn’t mind.”

Yuji beams cheerily, casually, like somebody just told him he’s getting a lifetime supply of free movie tickets and not a threesome with his best friend and his girlfriend. “Sure, I’m in!”

So, here you are. And Megumi might look even prettier than last time. His poor, flushed face is shoved into the pillows as he fights to keep his eyes open, his leaky cock rubbing up against the sheets below as he moans like.. well, like a bit of a slut, if you're being honest.

“Fuck, Yuji.” He groans, dropping his face like he’s embarrassed for you to see his lips create the syllables required for his friend’s name. Yuji smiles and fucks into him harder, that little pink trail of hair shimmering in a terribly lewd mixture of sweat and lube and precum from where you’d politely asked Megumi if he could suck Yuji’s dick.

“I-“ he’d frozen, already shirtless. “If- if that’s what you want?” He gulps breathlessly.

“I do.” You’d responded breathlessly, “please, just once. Wanna see what you look like with his dick in your mouth.”

Megumi chokes on his own shuttering breath, while Yuji just shrugs and happily plopps himself down on the edge of the bed with his naked thighs spread wide open. Megumi slowly, very slowly, sinks down to his pale knees on the carpet, face blushing furiously as you excitedly watch him tug down Yuji's boxers until his throbbing cock springs out at twitches against his stomach, so heavy it almost droops.

His mouth stretches around Yuji’s cock, even just the thick tip pushing his pretty lips wider, and Yuji whines high like a puppy. “Oh, fuck, your mouth is so warm, Megumi.” He whinges, settling back on his arms as he plants a large, tanned hand into Megumi’s dark hair.

Megumi huffs around Yuji’s sticky length and sucks harder, bobbing his head down until his sharp nose is almost brushing the coral-pink curls at Yuji’s silken base. “Oh my god, you look so fucking hot.” You breathe, crouching down to Megumi’s eye level just to watch up close. Which, yes, is obviously perverted- but you don’t even feel bad when you see how there’s pre and saliva building at the corners of your boyfriend's mouth, moaning around Yuji’s cock.

Somehow, you end up being in charge of the whole situation in entirety. Megumi lets you anyway, gone as soon as he lets himself slip into that little space in his brain when he’s faced with being so sexually vulnerable. Yuji follows all your instructions like a well trained dog, sweaty and panting but beaming like the sun whenever he follows an order correctly.

“Like this, right?” He pants, thrusting so deep into Megumi that his lean body shudders up the bed and the headboard taps harshly against the wall. “Yeah, like that.” You reply back, perched in the corner on a plush chair with your knees tucked to your chest like you’re watching a movie and not your boyfriend getting pummelled on the bed by another man. “Good boy, Yu.”

Yuji laughs and keeps going, ruining Megumi with every harsh stroke his tip manages to brush past. The noise of his tanned hips meeting Megumi’s ass is loud and abrasive but oh-so good, the crude sound mixing with Megumi’s whimpers and your own heavy breathing as your skin heats up merely watching.

That’s all you’re doing for now, just watching. You aren’t touching either of them, and you can tell it’s driving Megumi insane- having you right there, so soft and beautiful in his blurry eyeline, and you’re not doing anything. Yet you’re managing to ruin him anyway, directing Yuji on just what speed to take, just how hard to thrust.

“Slow down, Yu.”

He obeys, hips coming to a slow roll rather than the relentless pace he was favouring before. "Hnngh-!" Megumi cries out frustratedly into the pillows, his hands curling into clammy fists. You can’t see his face but you know there’s tears in his eyes, and you can’t help the way you walk over to him.

“Hey, baby.” You coo, holding onto his pathetically ruined face with both hands to counteract the way Megumi lets his head rock forwards with every hit he receives from the cock buried inside him. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here.” Your thumb strokes over his cheekbone and he mewls.

“You’re so, so safe with us,” you breathe against his mouth, “you don’t have to hide your face.”

“I- I know.” Megumi shakes out in response, eyes floating around the room like he’s trying to formulate his next words. But he can’t, he’s too susceptible to the way you’re cooing at him and the way Yuji is still fucking him, so his face drops helplessly back into the pillows and his back gently arches forwards as he keeps needily, mindlessly grinding himself into the mattress.

And you can’t have that, can you?

Your hand is still on your boyfriend’s spiky hair when he drops forwards, and when you pull back your touch you hear the way he whimpers in desperate protest, almost agonised at the loss of your touch. He shoves his pelvis harder into the sheets to cope, to gain more feeling, but it just doesn’t work. You frown and step backwards, slowly gazing down at the way his back is curving in on itself like a demolished building.

“Yuji,” you say suddenly, voice low and sweet. “Flip him over.”

“O-okay!”

Megumi almost wails in teary embarrassment when Yuji does so, now straddling him with his back to Yuji’s toned chest. Megumi’s dick looks pained, all stiff and leaky with the tiniest bead of pre pearling saltily at his blushing tip. “No,” he gasps, shoving his lolling head into Yuji’s shoulder in an attempt to stop you from seeing him. “Don’t w-want you to see me like this,” he begs hoarsely, clamping both hands over his mouth to muffle the degenerate whines ripping out of his throat.

He’s dripping all over his happy trail and stomach, the humiliation only serving to push him further into that terrifyingly unfamiliar space that results in him moaning and squirming on Yuji’s lap. You can see the way Megumi’s taking it from here, kneeling in front of them both on the bed. It’s obscene, really, Yuji’s thickness stretching your boyfriend out as he rears his hips backwards and then upwards again. Every time he does that, Megumi gasps and arches forwards like the pleasure is too much for him.

Arches forwards towards you.

You crawl up to your boyfriend on the bed and once again cup his pretty face. “You deserve this, Megumi.” You say quietly, thumbing at his tears. “I wish you could see how perfect you look right now, you’re doing so so so well for us both. Aren’t you?”

When you don’t receive a response, Megumi’s eyes still screwed up in embarrassment, you sigh sadly. “Hey, open your eyes. It’s just me, it’s just me.” You murmur, coaxing him to look at you by pressing gentle kisses to his face and neck, even spattering a few over his sensitive chest.

His eyes open slowly, long eyelashes fluttering rapidly like a butterfly. You smile. “So good. You’re our good boy, right?” Megumi chokes and lolls his hand into your touch, pressing it into your palm like you’ll offer salvation if he tries hard enough. “Say it, yeah?”

“I’m- fuck- I can’t.” He mutters lucidly, sweat beading at his temples. “I can’t say it, I c-can’t-“

“You can.” You soothe. You look at Yuji, and Yuji looks back at you. You both decide silently it’s better if you handle this one alone, and let Yuji stick to silently fucking him. Or, as silent as he can get, little moans slipping out every so often he has to bite his lip to contain.

“You can.” You repeat firmly, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock. Megumi heaves a groan and bucks into your fist as you slowly begin to pull at his overstimulated length, the veins rubbing softly over your fingers. “I’m- I’m your good boy.” He breathes finally, sobbing it out through tears.

“I’m so proud of you, my sweet baby. I love you, Megumi.”

“Fuck-“ he cums, your thumb rolling over his tip. Yuji moans and gasps behind him, pace stuttering- white floods the bedsheets below Megumi as it drips out of him, deposited in there by Yuji, or out of his own needy cock that’s still twitching against his stomach even after the orgasm. “Good boys,” you comfort both of them, even leaning forwards to press a quick peck to Yuji’s forehead he smiles dumbly at.

“Could you go again, Yuji?” You ask, cradling Megumi’s head. “Yeah, definitely!” He smiles, gently stroking back and forth on Megumi’s hips.

You know Megumi can take another orgasm, he’s taken many more than two in one night before, leaving himself in a messy puddle with your panties wrapped around his base or your pussy clenching around him. But you still have to ask. “Megs,” you whisper softly to him, “could you take another? For me?” Your response is a lucid nod against your chest.

Now, the real question. You tuck yourself in next to Yuji’s ear and whisper so quietly you’re surprised he can still hear it at all. “Yuji, could you handle my weight and Megumi’s at the same time? If we were both on you?”

“Yeah!” He nods vigorously, almost happy he gets to show off his strength. “I don’t work out for nothing!”

“Good.” You smile, crawling back off the bed. You shimmy your shorts, shirt, and absolutely soaked panties off until you’re just in your lacy bra. Megumi’s favourite, even if he’d never admit it out loud- black and cute, the lace cupping your tits perfectly as a little bow sits between the cups. You fix the strap where it’s been twisted by Megumi’s sobbing into your shirt earlier, then stalk over to the bed.

Megumi’s eyes have been shut this whole time, or at the very least only fixed hazily on his own throbbing cock. But when he feels the sheets dip in front of him, he looks up and moans. “You’re so pretty,” he says lucidly, eyes half shut. “Fuck, mmph, you’re so h-hot.”

He whimpers loudly as you straddle him, soft thighs he adores so much either side of his hips. Yuji spreads his legs out further, but ensures Megumi’s are still loosely contained in the middle so you have room. Your knees land on the downy sheets between their thighs, sandwiched between broad and tanned and lean and pale. But god, you love it so much.

“O-oh, ohmygod, fuckkk-“ he sobs as you sink down. Your cunt wraps so warmly, so softly around his cock it feels like a homecoming and Megumi breaks into your shoulder, tears wetting the skin. “Mommy, fuck-“

“Aw, baby, don’t cry.” You whisper, kissing him slowly. Your lips meet in a caring tangle of spit and tongue, meshing against each other in the way that only comes from sheer depravity meeting sheer need. Spit strings and clings to your mouths as you moan into it, stroking Megumi’s hair comfortingly as he gasps.

His whimpers crack apart in your ears like he can’t help it, and it fuels you. Your pussy hugs him tightly, gently, like you’ve wanted this since the moment he licked at Yuji’s cock and you watched him struggle to take it all in his throat. “Mommy…” he manages to choke out again, “love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Yuji’s trembling behind Megumi, attempting with all his might to fight the urge to fuck upwards as Megumi clenches around him. “Yuji,” you laugh softly when you’re all the way down, “you can move now. We can take it.”

“Oh thank god.” He groans, thrusting his hips.

Megumi almost screams. It’s a high, pitchy, broken sound that echoes from the very back of his worn-out throat and hits your veins like a shot of heroin, something addictive you’ll never be able to forget even after this is all over. You bounce harder, grinding and rolling your skilled hips over his wildly overstimulated cock until he’s actually sobbing, actually choking out thick tears into the air of the room.

The pleasure is unbearable, blinding his eyes. You on his cock, pussy hugging him warmly, Yuji shoved up inside him and tracing filthy little patterns over his sweet spots. It’s too much, just too much, and the way he starts babbling nonsense proves it.

“You feel so fucking good around me,” he cries out into your tits, his mouth mindlessly wetting the lace. “Your tits are so fucking pretty, I’d stay here f-forever…” he trails off, letting his mouth latch onto one of your nipples through the fabric. You gasp and arch, shoving your chest further into his needy lips.

“Oh fuck,” Yuji chimes in. “He’s- he’s really tight when you do that, when he sucks your tits. He must l-like it a lottttt-“ he slurs, pink hair sticking to his skin. You laugh, high and broken, so infused with moans it’s barely even a giggle but a short broken huff of breath. “Yeah. Fuck yeah he does.”

You manage to reach a shaking hand up to Yuji’s head, where he’s resting back against the headboard, sitting back and enjoying the show like he isn’t an active participant. He cranes into your touch obediently, and you lean forwards until your mouth is attached to his and Yuji moans against your lips.

His tongue is different to Megumi’s, active and intense and strong in the way it traces your teeth and claims the spit inside your mouth. Megumi figures out what’s happening, your tits now pressed into his chest, and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Fuck, Megs, come here-“ you mewl, grabbing a fistful of spiky hair and pulling him inwards. The kiss that ensues is the lewdest thing you’ve ever experienced in your whole life.

Your tongues all shove together, active pink muscles fighting for space and time leading the kiss, three types of spit and Yuji’s leftover pre from Megumi’s mouth mixing and dripping; dribbling down your chins and necks and your soft tits that Megumi is still somehow managing to grope even like this.

Your nipples are sore from all his suckling at the damp lace rubbing across your tits. But it feels amazing when they rub harshly up against his chest as the kiss continues, fingers tugging at hair and fluid spilling everywhere. There's slick from you, slippery and soaking Megumi's base, your own thighs burning and glossed. There's cum from both Megumi and Yuji, thick stickiness that dribbles out and mixes obscenely on everybody's hot skin.

You’re still bouncing, grinding your clit furiously against your fingers until your muscles spasm through your entire body and you see stars. Poor, sensitive and pathetic Megumi almost appears to pass out when you cum around him, raking deep lines into your back where he hugs you tightly and gasps.

“That’s it, baby-“ you manage to choke out through your own orgasm, blindly shuddering and clenching. “That’s it, let it all out, be a good b-boy-“

Megumi shatters in a mess of tears and wispy cum when you say it like that, pumping so much into you it slips out of you in creamy, filthy rivulets. And then Yuji cums, somehow managing to tug you both forwards with his strong arms just barely wrapped around you.

It pushes you deeper on Megumi’s overstimulated cock and pushes Megumi deeper onto Yuji’s overstimulated cock, cum leaking from both of you now as Yuji firmly fills your boyfriend up with him still inside you. “Oh fuck fuck fuck,” Yuji gasps, “you’re both so hot, oh my goddd, fuck-“

You all lie like that in a tangled, sweaty, sticky mess for a good ten minutes as you regain something that feels close to consciousness. “Wow,” Yuji says first, his voice somehow hoarse and rejuvenated at the same time. “That was even better than the last time we did that. Wasn’t it?” He asks you excitedly.

You smile and press a tired, affectionate peck to his arm. “Mhm.”

And then you all softly roll over, Megumi still tightly pressed between you both. When Yuji pulls out with a soft 'schlick' noise, Megumi gasps softly against your tits at the sudden emptiness. “Shh, s’okay.” You kiss his forehead, still joined at the hips with him, and tuck him into your body more.

“Yu, do you wanna use our shower?” You ask casually, petting Megumi’s head to bring him back from that little space inside his head. “You can use all our stuff, knock yourself out.”

“Cool!” He grins, like he’s already eyeing up the vanilla-scented bodywash you told him about last month in his head. “Do you wanna watch a movie after? I could make popcorn for us all-“

“I’d love that.” You say happily, “go pick after your shower.”

When you and Megumi finally get into the bathroom after Yuji, it smells of vanilla (as to be expected) and there’s a soft cloud of steam hazing over you both. Shampoo foams on your hands as you work it into his scalp, white bubbles overtaking the dark spikes that still refuse to lie quite flat even under the spray. He returns the favour, warm water drifting down your hair as his pale fingers softly lather it against your head.

It’s an unspoken post-sex ritual between you, a way to ground yourselves. Even more so as Megumi (slightly limping and dazed) gets out of the shower, tugging a shirt and sweats on as you both walk into the living room to greet Yuji. You steal a handful of popcorn, and then the tv remote.

Somewhere during the film, Megumi drifts off asleep with his head on your thighs while Yuji takes it upon himself to quietly slip out, waving you an enthusiastic goodbye with wet hair and his skin smelling of your own bodywash.

The apartment smells of vanilla and popcorn and just a little of sex, but Megumi Fushiguro doesn’t think he’s ever slept better than curled up on your lap with your fingers combing through his hair.

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a/n: I’ve wanted to write a longer part two for sooo long, I hope I did it justice! :p

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