海辺の花火 (08/27 レイアウト変更)

Makii!

BRAT!

Synopsis. Scream it! While he’s still asking nicely, that is…

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, getting reader to not be quiet in béd, CÚMPLAY, spítting, Sukuna’s second tongue, oraI (fem rec), pússydrunk boys, squírting, six eyes, face-sítting, pússy-slappíng, true form Sukuna, chokíng, markíng, exhíbitionism (Nanami), víbrators, dp, slight voice kínks, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Love y’all, have a good leak day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Let it all out!

“Doll…” he drawls out, that tiny scar at the end of his smirk dragging roughly against your glossy pout. And when Toji’s given nothing more than a few of your muffled, bit-back whimpers, he’s insisting - begging, “My stubborn girl-”

Five thick fingers wrap delicately around your neck - jostling your fucked-out expression up to his greedy gaze, “Cat got yer tongue?” As if to fuck the answer out of you, his hips are ramming angrily, knocking rawly into your bruised g-spot. “Don’t tell me you’ve been hah- fucked dumb already? Wha’s the problem, ma?”

It’s been hours now, and Toji’s absolutely wrecked - blood thumping in his ears, broad chest heaving with short rasps, stars bursting behind his half-lidded eyes after each sloppy thrust. And, yet, he still has enough sanity left to notice when you’re biting down brattily on your knuckles, throat tight with all those sweet moans being held back. 

See, that’s when Toji gets impatient. 

“Fine- be as quiet as your pretty lil’ heart desires, then.” Your eyes are widening at the mushy twitch of his rotund tip - still leaky, still angry. “We’ll see how long that lasts, anyway.”

Just that dark little promise is enough to make you keen - and he’s chuckling, “Now now- what did I say-” Those soft pads of his fingers glide up in a gentle curve towards your lips - but the way he just shoves them inside is anything but. Rounded tips constricting into the very back of your throat, “Ya wanna be quiet? Then, commit to it like the big girl you are.”

Big fat tears spring up to your eyes when he’s hiking a powerful thigh up, pressurizing the ruthless pace of his achy cock even more. Bullying into your velvety walls like he was angry, knocking all the air in your lungs with every glide of his swelteringly hot head along your cervix. 

“Hngh-” you gurgle past his swirling fingers. Your nails piercing ravaged red lines where you’re gripping helplessly onto his wrist, “T-To-ah!”

There’s such a deafening squelch gushing out of your messy cunt when the mean digits on his free hand push down about halfway at your stomach, feeling for the branding little nudge of his fat cock. Toji’s mouth drops in awe at the milky white coating of his cum. Dredge after dredge soiling your inner thighs, forming a creamy little ring where he was pushing his thick hilt into you over and over-

“Shit-” his Adam’s apple bobs with a heavy gulp. Mindlessly, he’s falling down onto his elbows in exhaustion, bending you in half like a little ragdoll underneath him. “N’ suddenly I’m the one speechless, doll- Hahah-”

The heavy thwack! thwack! thwack! of his still painfully-full balls make your head spin, and Toji’s drinking in your little gasps like a starved man. Slow, languid, eyes drooping shut. “S’this why- hngh- s’this why my girl’s bein’ so quiet all of a sudden?” Hips stuttering forwards like he was losing control, just filthy, lusted-up little half-thrusts and drags of his length down your gummy channel. Even that was too much for his poor, overworked cock - painting your insides full with his thick, translucent precum with every swallowed-up inch. “Too cockdrunk? Too hah- full of my cum t’speak?”

You were so close - so overstimulated - you could barely string together a sentence. And you couldn’t have answered even if you wanted to - because your lovely boyfriend only rummaged his fingers deeper inside your mouth. Fuck- it felt so dirty having him fuck you like this - spitting against your lips, twitchy cock mashing deep into all your sensitive spots. Like he was reaching into your lungs - into your barely-lucid mind until you couldn’t do anything but nod. 

“Mmmpf- I-” you’re managing out, the words coming out in a thick, garbled mess that makes his cock throb. “Hngh- yes yes yes-”

“Awww, fuckin’ knew it.” he coos, and it’s all the warning you’re getting before two big strong arms of his haul you up. Falling back onto his muscled thighs in a sitting position - with you all speared like a slut down his unforgiving cockhead. Being bounced up, up, up your limp body nothing against his inhuman strength. “Shit- fuckin’ knew it- My poor girl got fucked so good she couldn’t even speak, huh?” Toji just throws his head back at the answering clench of your elastic walls, molding around each one of his ridges and veins. “How cute–” 

You cower under his weighty gaze, unable to escape. To do anything other than take it when his bicep bulges around your waist, tightening like a vice. “How so very-” Abs clenching when they ram- up- “cute-” He’s gritting his teeth, baring you with such a sweet, sultry smile, one that ghosts the very shell of your ear, “But why don’t you jus’ cum f’me now, ma.”

You don’t know whether his own words have Toji reaching his high - or maybe the sight of you does. Because all you see is black tinging your vision - then white, seeping out of the corners of your puffed-up folds, sopping a wet puddle into the non-existent space between you two.

He’s so vocal when he fucks you through your orgasm, raspy baritone wrenching out little praises like a mantra- “Yeah- yeah there we go. Louder f’me- scream it all out. I know you can do it.”

“P-please, Toji.” You don’t know what you’re begging for - and Toji doesn’t mind. Only pinning your body to his hulking one, holding you so close that your whimpered out moans are almost inaudible over his cushiony pecs. Babbling out, “Please- f-fuck it feels too good hah- m’cumming- m’cumming m’cumming-”

“Such a chatty girl, moanin’ so fuckin’ loud.” he titters. “Don’t you dare hold back that pretty voice from me, m’kay?” 

But only when your orgasm bates into tiny tingles, only when your syrupy sweet moans turn quieten down - only then does Toji pull away. Shuffling onto his knees until his hot breath was fanning your eagerly quivering cunt, soft tongue dragging up your painted white slit, “So let’s see if you scream twice as loud for this, my girl.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Shhh…

“My love…” Nanami breathes out in a ragged pant, his hot breath breezing down your spine. Arching up so sultrily when the pistons of his hips slow down, aching for more more more- “Is something hah- wrong?”

It takes you a second to raise your bleary head up from where it rested amongst all the papers on the desk, the satin of your office skirt hiking up even further when you’re rutting your hips back in a quiet tandem. “N-nothing, Ken–” your words come out hushed - hurried. 

And oh your husband looked so unfairly attractive when he was concerned, blond brows furrowing in the middle, running one hand through his disarrayed hair, the other pulling your teary eyes up to his. “You’re just being so-” There’s an experimental mash of his fat, rounded tip into your mapped-out g-spot, as if to confirm his suspicions. And Nanami grunts at the sight of you biting down on your lower lip, “-quiet…Now now-” His thumb comes to gently pry away your worried lip from under your teeth, “-what’s wrong?”

“S’jus’-” you hiccup, eyes flitting to the closed storage room door. “-m’ so close n’ someone might hear. I know Higuruma also has overtime-”

Shit - you’re so far into your little rant that you don’t notice the way his entire body stiffens, jaw clenching at the mention of your - and his - coworker. You can only gasp when Nanami’s towering figure just shoves you deeper into the cool mahogany desk. One hand on your head, the other wrapped nicely around your blabbering mouth.

“You’re right-” Nanami breathes, words tinted with a slow, dangerous purr. And it makes your velvety walls just seep a fresh gloss of your sweet sweet juices down all his long, hard inches. “-better not make a noise unless you want to get caught then, because m’not going easy on you today, darling.”

And fuck, Nanami likes to think himself a practical man - a sensible man, even. But right now all he could see was red - nothing past the way that other man had been eying you a little too closely these days, laughing at your jokes a little too loud. 

Don’t get him twisted, he knows you’d never do anything - you were his pretty lil’ wife after all, the love of his absolute soul. But sometimes, he just wanted to make you scream it out. 

Your pretty eyes bat hypnotically over your shoulder, “K-Ken- oh!”

Only to be shut up by the furious pummeling of all his rock-hard shaft, the sheer girth of it already making you keen. It’s enough for honeyed moans to bubble up in your throat, ticking in time with that angry pulsing of his thick tip massaging your plushy walls. 

“Shh shhh-” Nanami coos, and you feel his abs ripple from behind you when he leans his weight down, down, down to pin you even more helplessly against the desk. Those thick fingers of his cover your mouth even firmer, “We hafta be quiet, remember?”

If he was looking for an answer, then Nanami fully and thoroughly fucks it out of you. 

Those important documents are shuffling around everywhere, flying off the desk when you’re scrambling towards absolutely anything to keep just an ounce of your sanity. Because Nanami was hammering into you in such powerful, pressurized thrusts. Hard enough that you could feel the line of his hip bones along the fat of your ass, the circular smacks of his heavy balls along your thighs. Sure to leave marks that that sinfully short skirt of yours wouldn’t cover. 

“Ken! Ken- oh my god-” 

All you get in response is the sudden slowing of his mean pace, until your heady moans are softening down to mere whimpers. 

It still feels so dizzyingly good this way, having your snug hole stretch limitlessly around his girthy shaft. Knocking so deeply and thoroughly against your womb, clenching your saturated walls down with every graze of the neat tufts of blond at his hilt. 

“What did I say?” His mouth comes down onto yours in a heated clash of teeth and tongue and moans. So many rasping grunts furling from out of Nanami’s throat, spitting into your mouth, “Hafta- be hah- quiet. Or else Higuruma is- gonna- hear-” 

And that hypnotizing push and pull is punctuated by the greedy drag of Nanami’s thumb down your clit, spelling out little patterns. Over and over-

Thud!

“Hah- I don’t-” you’re startling when he hikes up a leg onto the desk, the change in angle making you all but scream out into his ravenous mouth. “Don’t think I even- care anymore ah!” Every one of those syrupy sweet moans falling from your lips have Nanami hammering in even deeper, rattling the desk with his strength. “Just wanna- just want you to-”

You’re gasping at the familiar work of his fingers on your sensitive nub - a flurry of letters all over. K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-

“Say it.” he bites down on your earlobe. “Spell it out f’me.”

“M-m’gonna-”

K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-

“Scream it out, no need to be embarrassed.”

“Cum!” you’re sobbing. Heaving for air when he doesn’t take even a second to slow down, “M’gonna cum, Ken. M’so f-fuckin’ close.”

His next words are murmured at the crook of your neck, dangerously above your racing pulse. Making you flinch at the sharp teeth indenting over your skin, “Then cum.”

Oh and when you do it’s like something snaps. Because all you know next is that you’re being fucked through such a delicious high. White-hot pleasure having you quivering deeper into Nanami’s hold, dragging out each one of your peaks. Your throat feels raw, head swimming so much that you almost don’t hear-

“Just the way I like you.” Leaving a lingering peck at your collarbone, “All gorgeous and-” At the sensitive underside of your jaw, “-blissed out and-” Before you’re jumping at sharp canines sinking down into the side of your neck. Hard. Possessive. 

It hurts - but it hurts so good that you don’t even register the way Nanami’s eyes flit to the door - slightly ajar now. Voice rising in volume when he finishes, “-mine.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - We’ll piss off the neighbors

“Mmpf- S-Sugu…”

“S-S-Sugu-” your beloved boyfriend is just leering, his velvety voice pitched dramatically high. Shoving apart your dangling legs so burningly wide to bully that furiously shuddering hot-pink vibrator even deeper inside your insatiable cunt. 

He’s grinning such a dangerous grin down at you, “Now, why don’t you lemme hear those pretty moans of yours like usual, gorgeous- instead of holding back?”

And all you can do is squirm around mindlessly when he’s feeding your sloppy cunt inch after smooth inch of more of the thin vibrator. Rummaging around your clingy walls so much, “Come on now-” A taunting thumb of his glides along the intensity meter - Setting 1, Setting 2. Before finally resting smugly on Setting 3. Long, dark lashes bat at you, “You’re breaking my heart here!”

“P-please!” you sob out, before immediately worrying your lower lip shut. And Geto notices - of course, he does. The determined smirk on his face turning into something a little colder, a little more predatory. 

“Aww, my poor baby doesn’t wanna speak with me.” he’s goading, leaving your plushy walls stretched full with the blissful girth of the vibrator. Letting you all but cockwarm it while he’s running a rigorous thumb over your puffed-up clit, “Tha’s fine. Whatever my girl wants, she’s gonna- get.” 

Geto’s sharp tongue is running lewd stripes up and down the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on the corners of your lips as if he isn’t driving you insane. As if he isn’t driving himself insane. The achy, fat tip of his reddened cock kissing wetly at your glossy folds, weeping hot precum that sticks to your slit, trickling down the buried hilt of the vibrator. Oh, how he knew - had planned out - exactly how he was going to make you scream. 

But for now, he’s only pursing his lips together, letting you babble and whine unfairly to yourself. 

“S’not- not that I hngh!” your entire body jolts when he’s wordlessly increasing the intensity - Setting 4. Nervous eyes flitting down to where Geto’s lengthy cock was sitting prettily across your open legs, throbbing. Waiting. “Jus’ the neighbors- hah- we got another noise complaint, Sugu–”

He still doesn’t budge, still doesn’t say a word. This time his fingers are toying your finger even sloppier. Tweaking and circles lazily along the sensitive nub, making you all but scream-

“Please- I promise-” you’re bucking your hips up for more more more. Feeling the sopping smack! of his hefty shaft come down on your skin, splattering translucent dredges of his syrupy precum all over your skin. “Promise s’jus’ that Sugu.” Shaky fingers of yours wrap around his long, inky hair - hauling him close to meet your lips, and you could feel the ridges of Geto’s toothy grin when you crack, “Feels so good- too good. N’- jus’ want your cock- hngh! Promise was jus’ trynna be quiet because the walls are th-thin and the-”

And then it feels like you’re being split apart, such a thick intrusion to your already filled-up cunt. Soft, supple walls being contorted around the vibrating toy - and Geto’s addition of his thick, weepy tip. 

“Say please, then.”

You’re so completely and utterly fucked out that you barely even hear him at first - body moving before your mind when your lips sag open. Jumbling out a mess of, “P-please.”

“Hmmm…” Geto pretends to think, but he’s still circling open your elastic entrance to fit his needy cock inside. Taking it slow, sensual - making sure your silky sweet walls are rubbing against each and every one of the prominent veins down his middle, the rotund end of his head shoving its way inside. “S’not ‘nough - how about ‘please, Sugu’?”

“Please, Sugu!” Your nails claw their way down his broad, milky shoulders - leaving red, red marks that make him groan. That make his hips jut forward in a solid, thorough thrust, “Please- d-don’t care about the n-noise complaints hah- jus’ wanna be full of all of you.”

Geto doesn’t know if he can move, fuck, he doesn’t even know if he’s breathing. Eyes widening, head thrown back at the slightest feeble clench of your velvety walls desperately trying to accommodate around his cock and the vibrator. 

It takes beat - two, of him grinding in filthy gyrating motions, abs flexing when his slender waist surges forward. All the way until that divot at his tip was branding into your spongy cervix, painful, cum-filled balls sticking thoroughly against your ass. Somehow, he’s managing to roll his eyes, “D-didn’t hafta hah- say that much, gorgeous.”

There’s a sharp flick! 

Setting 5. 

The heady room is instantly filled by both of your moans - so loud. Yours higher-pitched and cracking pathetically at the end, Geto’s throaty, like they were being dragged from his throat against his will. 

Immediately, he bores down at you with a bit lower lip, eyes half-lidded, the corners of his mouth curled up in what almost seems like a smile. “Guess I better quiet down myself- hngh- huh?” he gasps - heaves - tremors of the vibrator rubbing up so deliciously at the underside of his throbbing shaft, jostling with each hastening ram into your gushing cunt. “B-because now that I finally got you to scream out f’me-” 

You’re mewling when his thumb comes up uncharacteristically gently to swipe away your own lips from underneath your teeth - a habit, almost, at this point after you’d gotten a very huffy email about being too disruptive at night. Like right now. “-I don’t wan’ ta hear anythin’ else. And that includes noise complaints - because soon m’gonna move ya to our own house, pretty, don’t ya worry. And there-” Your forehead is branded with a soft kiss, your g-spot with a rough ram. “-you can scream as much as ya want.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Please please please.”

Choso couldn’t stop even if he tried - he couldn’t hold back even one of those broken, whiny pleas wrenching from his rosy pink lips. So loud, deep voice pitching up highly at the end every time the weepy divot at the very end of his fat tip reached into the spongy bottom of your pussy. 

“Baby- please, baby–” he drags out your sweet little nickname, two of his sizeable palms coming to splay out on the curve of your hips. Just dragging your gummy cunt down like a cocksleeve, helping you ride him in easy, relentless grinds. “Does it feel good? Tell me- does it- hah-”

His breath hitches with a sudden shudder when your fingernails dig into the side of his pale neck, using the leverage to just ram your cunt down in thorough, hypnotic gyrations.

“Please!” Choso’s gasping, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You’re jostling slightly precariously on his slender hips when he’s planting two feet flat on the silky sheets to buck up, up up- “Tell me- tell me how it feels, baby.”

Your fingers tighten involuntarily at the sound of his greedy beg, making him let out such a guttural groan. The sound sends shivers running along your spine, all the way down to where he was jackhammering into your ravaged cunt. Thumbing apart your swollen folds to keep them spread enough for him to bully his girthy hilt into. So depraved. Needy. “S-so good, Cho-”

It was an accident - really - you didn’t even mean to let the little compliment slip. But it’s enough for Choso’s eager cock to expand even girthier inside you, all the blood in his body rushing to stretch your elastic walls to their limits. You could feel him everywhere, molding you to the very shape of his cock. 

“Yeah? Oh yeah?” he’s hissing, craning his neck up to mesh your lips together sloppily. Languid, delirious - kiss-bitten lips smacking when they’re sucking on your lolled-out tongue. Fuck, how he missed your voice. “Tell me- ngh! Tell me more, please.”

Oh, but really - your sweet sweet boyfriend was so pretty like this underneath you. Milky skin damp with sweat, his dark eyes dewy with tears and locked on you, mouth parting open in ragged grunts. Your favorite little melody - it made the way you bite your lip stubbornly all the more sweeter. 

There’s another glissading stream of his sweltering hot precum coating your inner walls, sloshing around in a syrupy slow rhythm inside you. “Please-” He’s crying out again after a few more branding smashes into your bulging g-spot  - lips wobbly as if he was on the verge of bawling without your voice. “Wanna hear your sweet moans, y’know? S’my f-favorite song-”

And you swear your hulking boyfriend’s mouth was upturned into such a pretty pout at that very second, soft planes of his hands caressing up and down your bent thighs. You can’t help but hum, making his head feel so lightheaded with that teasing quirk of your lips.

Or maybe it was the way your fingers clamped down tighter around his neck, sure to leave a perfect array of bruises from your splayed-out fingers. Jerking him even closer- “Fine- open that mouth if you love my voice so much.” 

You’re barely even finishing the sentence before his jaw slacks open, tongue darting out - just in time to catch the steady glob of syrupy saliva you spit out. Right onto the middle of his tastebuds, Choso’s immediately slotting his mouth against yours in an even greedier mess of a kiss. 

“Didn’t think you- hngh! like my voice that much, baby.” you’re humming, letting him hurl into a frenzy of powerful mashes into your g-spot. Some missing - drawing long, eager glides of his rounded, thick head along your cervix. “I like yours too, y’know. So much.” Leaving a lingering drag of his jutted-out bottom lip between your teeth, “S’why I ah- hngh- held back- love hearin’ you.”

And oh, every honeyed word of yours goes straight into twitchy cock, pulsing painfully into your mushy walls. Curving upwards so deliciously, Choso’s hold on you tightens - enough to draw blood, you might think, had he not cut his nails just earlier. 

He’s fucking upwards into you so solidly hard - feverish drags of you down his massive length only getting rougher and rougher until he couldn’t-

“Don’t do that, silly girl- mm- can’t live without hearing those cute moans of yours, m’kay?” Big fat tears gloss down his sharp cheeks with how stimulated he was right now, and you could feel the weighty shifting of his balls. So tight they almost felt like they could burst. “So be loud. Be as loud as possible f’me- tell me how it feels, how you ah- want more- a-and-” His fingers now cup your face, leaving all the laborious duty down to his frantic hips. Yet, Choso didn’t mind - anything that let him glide a thumb along your spit-glossed mouth, tugging out your bottom lip from where you were trapping it between your teeth, “-and say my name.”

You do - and it’s just about all you can manage out when you’re leering down to bite on Choso’s sensitive earlobe. Exactly where you knew would make him shiver the most, rutting up animalistically to bounce you up even deeper, “Then cum f’me, Cho.”

And he thinks he will - fuck, at the sound of his name rolling off your saccharine sweet tongue he couldn’t hold back even if he tried. But not before teasing a hard roll of his thumb along your clit, “F-fuck you little- ah! You first, since you’ve been hah- holdin’ out on me. N’ this time-” His glinting eyes narrow, sharp canines bared in such a viciously fucked-out grin that it makes you clamp down - hard, “-you’re gonna be the one hngh- crying out, baby–”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - CHATTERBOX!

Now, usually when Sukuna had you all splayed out like this - your trembly thighs balanced on either side of his head, puffy pussy lips so sopping wet it made his mouth water - he knew you’d let out a few pretty noises. 

A mewl when his hot tongue laps up the syrupy juices sopping from either side of your slit, a moan of his name when all he does is card the very edge of his soft muscle between them. And finally - finally - his favorite, a whiny beg for, “P-please, Kuna- no more teasing!”

How cute. 

When you miss the first - he doesn’t think much of it, instead too engrossed in thumbing apart your swollen folds, admiring the way your greedy cunt was already glistening and winking down at him so sweetly. Spitting a fat wad of his saliva right on the bullseye of your entrance. When you miss the second, he’s concerned, humming a raspy growl at the back of his throat while wrapping two plump lips around your throbbing clit. 

And when you miss that last one - oh, now you’re gonna get it. 

Smack! 

All give digits of his thick fingers come down hard on your hovering pussy, sliding a glistening syrupy wet sheen down to his wrist. 

“S’this boring to you, woman?” the famed king of cures spits his words with a low, threatening rumble of his sculpted chest. And it’s all you can do to throb, whirling your glassy eyes down at his half-lidded, darkened gaze, “Anything else you’d rather be doing right now?” 

You’re shaking your head deliriously - but that’s not enough for him, of course. 

There’s another oozing little throb from your cunt - rewarded with another branding smack! across your sensitive clit. “Don’ wanna use your big girl words, hm?” Sukuna raises a brow, still holding such dangerous eye contact with you when he hollows out his cheeks, long tongue lolling out to make out with your pussy. “Fine then- let’s let this cute pussy speak for herself, hm?”

There’s only a drawn-out, sloppy squelch ringing through the heady air when he lays his tongue flat across your glossy lips. Just teasing around the very edge of your gushy entrance before the very tip of him dances up, up, up.

“Hngh!” you’re gasping at the feeling of him grazing over your clit in a sultry push and pull - and the sudden wetness of something else swirling around your syrupy sweet hole. “Wh- is that-”

“Shhh, didn’t ya wanna stay quiet, brat?” Sukuna cuts through your words, velvety coo making you just arch down harder to drag your slobbering cunt all across his eager face. And where that mean mouth of his was teasing you, his other - larger - tongue on his stomach was picking up wherever left off. More, even. “So shut up and let this pussy talk, why don’t ya?”

Ah, it was impossible to escape him. Two big beefy hands were steadied firmly around your quaking thighs, hauling you right onto his swallowing mouth, grinding you against his jaw like his favorite meal. You’re being bounced, almost on top of him - his other tongue driving you insane. 

Reaching all the spots you could’ve never even imagined. Arching into you almost as deftly as his cocks, bullying past your puffy lips and into every bulbous areas of your sensitive spots. Fucking you so thoroughly-

“Hey-” There’s another reminder - one of Sukuna’s free hands planting a solid smack onto the very bulge of your elastic walls around his tongue. “Think she said she’s getting close- Almost didn’t hngh- catch it ‘cause you’re being a bit too hah-” He’s craning his thick neck back in for a messy kiss against your clit. “-loud-” Again. And again and again- plump smirk glittered with all your sweet sweet juices. “-dontcha think?” Smack! You’re whining in response, drunken hips pushing down as if to shut him up, “S’like you want to hngh- moan f’me. If you wanna then why are ya being so- fuckin’- stubborn.”

And fuck, you were so far gone that Sukuna almost didn’t expect a response. Half-lidded gaze locked on the trickle of drool slobbering down your slack mouth, eyes bleary, soft whimpers barely even audible over the sinful squelches! from down below. You were so loud, so drippingly wet in each one of your noises that it has him running his free palm over the outline of his aching cocks. 

“B-because-” your wobbly voice makes his fat tips just gush out in thick ribbons of precum, seeping through the fabric of his decadent yukata and onto his fondling palm. “Felt embarrassing- the position a-and hah! got nervous I’d be too whiny or somethin’, Kuna…”

“That so?” Sukuna simpers, voice a little more silky soft than before. And the gentle smack! on your cunt reads as more fond than punishing, “Stupid brat- ya think I’d be like this if I didn’t like your pretty noises?” As if to prove his point, the two hands on your body ride you harder down his mouth. Sloppier. More depraved. “Nervous for what- s’jus’ me, y’know?” Tonguing back teasingly over your glossy clit, his eyes just bore into yours. Baritone vibrato pulsing down your achy pussy, “And I love every lil’ thing you do, my girl.”

His guttural moans are still echoing from the very base of your cunt when you cum - so hard. Violent, even, that Sukuna has to wrap his strong arms around you to keep you from escaping. It’s all your poor pussy can take. Waves of pleasure taking you away. Gushing and gushing so hard-

“Sh-shiiiit-” Sukuna utters - and it’s only then that you realize just how much you’d cum, quivering hole letting out bursts of your syrupy sweet slick. Just coating the entire lower half of his face, his cheekbones, down to his pecs in everything you’d squirted.

And while his lower tongue still laps at your honeyed juices, letting each bead slide down the muscle. He licks his lips with a sigh, “Let’s ask this gorgeous cunt if she can do that on my cocks now, too, hm? N’ this time- ya better scream f’me.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Shut up.

“Sweetheart…”

“Satoru.”

“No-” 

Maybe it was the way your sorry boyfriend was just aching to hear your sweet sweet voice moan around his name, maybe it was the way he’d been spending hours already groveling and worshiping your body. Or maybe it was the way your clingy walls just pulsed all around his weepy cock, squelching in a way that makes him salivate. 

“I told you, my girl–” he soothes out in an almost-whiny tone. Pressing an overly-wet peck at your forehead, your nose, on either side of that scolding pout on your glossed-up lips. “I’m- sorry- I’ll listen to whatever hah- gossip about your favorite show next time just please-”

Two rough hands rest at the globes of your ass, purposefully jostling your fucked-out body to face him - he wasn’t letting you escape any time soon. 

There’s the slow, lingering squelch of Gojo rolling his hips forwards in such a dizzying tandem. Shoving you further and further up those expensive silken sheets at the hotel suite he’d booked for tonight - all for his little apology. 

“I s-see that lil’ smile-” he’s grunting, forcing two fingers around your face to look right into his greedy gaze. “Aww, come on- wontcha forgive me? M’begging here- begging.” And when you’re still keeping your mouth stubbornly shut, he’s throwing your limp legs over his broad shoulders. Running a syrupy slow circle over your neglected clit, “-promise I won’t fall asleep next time ya hah- t-talk my ear off.”

You have to admit that every saturated glide of his throbbingly fat tip has your jaw slacking further and further. Honeyed moans just bursting behind your lips, he’s stretching you out so sinfully. 

And, yet, it was so fun to see the strongest all broken down like this - eyes drooping almost closed, pouty lips with a glistening sheen of spit, little whimpers sounding at the back of Gojo’s throat every time he’s knocking right into your bulged-out g-spot. It drove him absolutely insane to see you purposefully hold back your pretty moans. 

“No no no no no-” he’s frantically prying away the knuckles you’re biting down deliriously on, trying to ease out those soft little whimpers and mewls. “My stubborn girl.” Pecking lingeringly at your lips, “Won’t you just scream- f’me-”

With a singular, jutting slam! of his hard hips against yours, you’re just keening - because Gojo was just crashing angrily against your poor g-spot. No longer teasing grazes and glides along your soppingly wet walls, just daring you to beg for more as you always did. 

No, he was pressing into your g-spot with ferocious power, muscles rippling across his hulking body when he’s sliding his fat cock back, back, back- Only to reel all the way forwards, the very curve of his globular head curving thoroughly against your sweetly sensitive spots. Again. and again. And again and again-

“Ah!” you’re scrambling up onto your elbows, connecting your forehead with his own. “S’too-”

You didn’t know what you were going to say - to have him beg more- to have yourself beg for more? But whatever it was clings to your heavy tongue when you’re raising your head up to meet your boyfriend’s. 

Because oh you knew that flushed, blank expression on his face, the slight crinkle of lightning at his eyes. This fucker-

“Whoops.” Gojo’s grinning, not a drop of regret in his words. “Guess I must’ve hngh- accidentally used six eyes when I-” Another nudge of his rotund head against your g-spot, only picking up in pace. Only plugging you full of his deep, grinding inches - fucking you so thoroughly into the mattress that you could hear the bedframe creaking in protest, your own cunt squelching ravagedly. “-hah- fuck this cute pussy. But hey…” He leans his face even closer, that infuriating curl of his lips only growing, “-I don’t hear ya complainin’ now, do I, sweetheart?” 

“Especially when m’ruining you right-” Splaying out all five of his long, pale fingers across your stomach - drawing an invisible line where he was branding the imprint of the very top of his length into the bottom of your pussy. “-here?”

Fuck, he had you exactly where he wanted you. 

“Y-you’re so-” you’re managing to gasp, eyes narrowing as he leans in even mockingly closer. But you can’t hide the slutty bliss in your tone, the way you tug and tease his soft, snow strands. “-so infuriating, y’know. I shouldn’t even hah- be lettin’ you off the hook this easily.” 

He’s moaning twofold, like the sound of your voice electrifies him. Hefty shaft twitching with each piston, painfully tight balls just clenching so painfully. “Yeah- hahah- yeah, isn’t it because you love me?”

The entirety of his body shivers when you lock your legs tightly, bowing his body even closer to stick to yours. “It’s because-” you purr, batting your lashes so sultry. Spitting against his lips, “-you’re such a pain in the ass, Toru.”

And then he’s cumming - and cumming and cumming so hard that Gojo doesn’t have the time to be embarrassed. All he can really think about is the syrupy slow slosh of his seed painting inside your gummy walls, shooting out in thick dredges. 

You giggle, eyeing down at the puddle of cum and saturated slick oozing down your thighs. Leaking out of your weepy slit, “Heh…for someone that wanted me to hngh- s-speak up so much, you sure are weak, Toru.”

The second roll of his nickname on your tongue is enough for Gojo to be gushing out another wave of potent cum into your snug channel. Hissing, he’s swiping at the creamy ring forming around his hilt, pooling the mess on the large pads of his fingers before-

“Maybe s’better when you-” Bullying them between the seam of your mouth, he’s swirling around your hot tongue. “-don’t speak.” Your answering glare is enough, “J-just kidding!”

A/N. If y’all need me I’ll be in my prayer circle manifesting for a Gojo comeback…

Plagiarism not authorized.

Kinktober Day 9 - Edging with Choso

contains: nsfw content: (mdni), anypov, handjob, oral (reader giving), edging, orgasm denial, submissive choso ˚₊‧ for more kinktober here - wc: 3k

a/n: first time writing a submissive man so it's new to me + to ensure i posted this today, i had to get rid of the first part and go right into the smut but essentially he was needy and interrupted your night because of it and you're not too happy

"Please-" Choso’s voice was trembling, promising to crack as he fell to his knees before you, his forehead pressed against your stomach. His hands dug into your hips hard, as though he might have thought you would slip away at any moment, his need palpable in every touch. “I’ll do anything—just please, I need to feel you.”

His desperate plea sent a thrill through you, but you kept your expression firm, determined to make him wait. You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging his head back gently so his eyes met yours.

“You’ll do anything?” you murmured, your voice soft but laced with authority.

He nodded wildly, eyes wide and dark with lust, "Anything-Please."

You looked down at him for a moment, savouring the power you held over him, how he trembled at your feet, willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted.

"Fine," you said finally, releasing his hair to step back. "Get on the bed."

Choso scrambled to his feet, almost falling over as he rushed to it. He let out a breath as he flung himself onto the bed-falling back with his eyes fixed on you, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he waited for your next move.

You followed slowly, taking your time as you settled beside him. His hands immediately reached for you, but you caught his wrists, pushing them away gently as you shook your head.

"No touching," you said stoutly, narrowing your eyes. "Not yet. I'm still mad at you." 

You traced your fingers lightly down his chest, watching the way his breath hitched, his muscles tensing up under your touch. He whined, looking like a dejected puppy but pulled his hands back nevertheless.

"God, please…", Choso's voice was torn and barely hanging on. "Please, don't tease me. I’m so sorry-”

“You did this to yourself,” you reminded him coolly, your fingers barely grazing the waistband of his pants. His hips jerked up instinctively, searching for more contact, but you pulled away just as quickly, drawing a tortured groan from him.

“Please,” he whimpered again, hands fisting the sheets as he fought to stay still. “I can’t take it.”

“You can,” you whispered,“And you will.”

Choso shuddered at your words, his hands gripping the sheets even tighter as you trailed your hand lower, teasingly brushing against his erection through the fabric of his pants. He let out a broken moan, head falling back against the pillows, completely at your mercy.

You kept your touch feather-light, teasing him with just enough pressure to remind him how close he was, but not enough to give him any real relief. Every time your fingers grazed over the ache between his legs, it left him on the verge of breaking, his need growing with every second of your restraint.

Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back, your eyes locking with his. “I want you to remember this the next time you can’t control yourself in public,” you whispered, your voice laced with amusement as your fingers barely brushed over his clothed erection again.

Choso's breath hitched sharply at your touch, a desperate whimper escaping his lips. He instinctively bucked his hips into your hand, searching for more, but you pulled away just as quickly, leaving him yearning for the friction he craved so desperately.

"Ah, fuck, please." he breathed, his voice tight with desperation. His fists clenched into the bedsheets, the knuckles going white as he struggled still to remain still-to fight off the powerful urge begging him to reach out and drag you nearer.

The anticipation in his gaze couldn't have been mistaken. His pupils blown wide with lust, his chest heaved as his breathing was ragged. He looked absolutely wrecked, sprawled out beneath you, his skin flushed and slick with a light sheen of sweat-utterly at your mercy and you hadn’t even started.

You leaned down again, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth as the shudder ran through him. Your hand slid lower, cupping him through the fabric of his pants, and he twitched hard against your palm, aching for your touch.

Choso let out a choked moan, hips jerking up of their own accord in an attempt to force more contact. "Yes, fuck, please. I need it. I need you. I'll do anything, just please touch me," he begged, raw desperation in his voice.

A smirk pulled at your lips as you revelled in the power over him. Seeing him like this-desperate, needy, and completely undone-was intoxicating in a way you couldn't deny.

"Since you asked so nicely." you purred, your fingers taking their sweet time to pull down his sweats. His eyes widened as his entire body stiffened in anticipation. You slipped your hand inside his boxers, sliding your fingers around his throbbing length and pulling his cock free.

He let out a deep, guttural groan, his head falling back against the pillows, completely lost to the sensation of finally being touched.

"Fuck, yes..." Choso breathes, his voice shaky as his hips twitch up into your hand, chasing the friction your touch offers.

You begin stroking him slowly, your grip firm but deliberately not too tight. His cock pulses in your hand, the velvety skin hot and smooth beneath your fingers. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and you use your thumb to smear it across, making his shaft glisten under the soft light.

Your pace remains teasing, every movement feather-light, dragging out his need. Choso whimpers beneath you, his body writhing, hips lifting off the bed in an attempt to get more pressure, more of the pleasure he’s aching for. But you keep him in check, maintaining the maddeningly slow pace, determined to drive him wild.

"Fuck, your hand feels so good," he pants, his voice strained, the sound thick with desperation. His abs flex with every ragged breath, muscles jumping as his body responds to your agonisingly slow strokes. You can feel the way he throbs in your grip—hot, hard, and on edge, just waiting for more.

Leaning down, you trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the curve of his neck, your teeth grazing and sucking at the sensitive skin. Choso keens, his fingers instinctively tangling in your hair, tugging you closer as his body shudders beneath your touch.

"Please, I need more," he begs, his voice wrecked, already on the verge, and you haven’t even fully started. A dark chuckle escapes your lips against his throat, the vibration making him tremble in response.

"Patience, baby."

You speed up your strokes just slightly, twisting your wrist on the upstroke, knowing exactly how that little twist drives him insane. Choso cries out, his back arching off the bed, his thighs trembling beneath you as he tightens, so close. You feel the tension build in his body, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as his balls draw up tight.

"Shit, I’m gonna... fuck, I’m close already," he groans, his voice high and tight, on the verge of breaking. But just as he teeters on the edge of release, you slow your hand again, pulling him back from the brink just in time.

"Please don’t stop—" Choso whines, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding back the orgasm he so desperately craves. You smirk, gripping him from base to tip, watching the desperation pour off him in waves, completely at your mercy.

Choso's whole body is shaking with effort of restraint, muscles rigid and tensed in his struggle to remain in control. A fine sheen of sweat slicks over his flushed skin, chest rising and falling with every disjointed breath. His cock pulses in your hand, swollen at the tip and leaking steadily with his restraint.

Your touch remains a maddening blend of pleasure and denial, every stroke measured just right to keep him teetering on the edge without giving him what he so desperately needs. 

Choso's eyes are screwed shut, his face twisted up in an almost agonised expression, practically panting with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. His whole body had gone taut, every muscle rigid under the smothering tension surging through him.

"Please, please, please" he's mumbling low under his breath, voice husky with need. You can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, his body telling you he's close again but you're not ready to give it to him.

"Not yet," you whisper, the words low as you lean in to nip at his earlobe. The sensation sends him into a shudder; he lets out a strangled moan, his hips jerking upward in a futile attempt to get more than you’re offering. But you hold him steady, keeping him firmly under your control.

You finally release your grip on his throbbing cock, and Choso’s eyes flutter open, watching you with a mix of hope and fear. He’s so desperate, so close, but when he opens his mouth to beg again, you silence him with a slow, teasing kiss. Your tongue flicks out to taste the salty sweat on his skin, making him tremble even more.

Your lips trail lower, down his chest, until you’re kneeling between his spread thighs. His breath catches as you hover over his cock, your breath ghosting across the sensitive, swollen head. Choso lets out a shaky exhale, his hands fisting in the sheets, watching with wide, needy eyes as you lower your lips to him.

You take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling gently around the tip, savouring this moment. A deep, desperate moan escapes his lips, but you keep a hand on his stomach, silently telling him to stay, refusing to let him take control. You keep your pace slow, your lips wrapping snugly around him, teasing the sensitive slit with your tongue.

"Fuck, yes," Choso groans, his voice trembling as you suck him deeper. You can feel him stretch your throat as you take him further, your tongue tracing the veins along the underside of his cock, making him shudder beneath you.

You pull back, leaving him slick and glistening with saliva. Choso's head rolls back, his chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. His cock pulses in your hand-the veins standing out, throbbing with his need for release.

You smile up at him for a moment before sliding back down and taking him into your mouth again, sucking with just enough force to keep him right on the edge. His body goes rigid, his hands clenching the sheets so tight, his cock twitching between your lips as you control the rhythm, keeping him dangling on the brink of pleasure.

As you continue to tease Choso with your mouth, you feel him getting close again—his thighs trembling, his cock pulsing urgently against your tongue. Just as he teeters on the brink of release, you pull back, releasing him with a soft, deliberate ‘pop.’ The frustrated whine that escapes him is immediate.

“Fuck, why did you stop?" he pants, his voice strained and shaking with need. His eyes are wide and pleading, wordlessly begging you for the release he's been chasing all night.

You smirk smugly, your tongue sweeping over your lips. "Because I can," you reply, your voice teasing.

Choso's body is a mess of desperate twitches and jerks, his hips rocking forward in a futile attempt to guide himself deeper into your mouth. His skin is sheened with sweat, and his whimpers grow more frantic, more needy with every passing second. You can feel him growing more sensitive with each pulse of his cock against your tongue more intense than the last.

He's so close now, his breathing catching in his throat as his entire body tenses, almost as though bracing for the release you keep pulling just out of reach.

"Please—" he whimpers, voice cracking under the weight of desperation. "Please, I can't—

But you don't let up. You just keep teasing him, your mouth working him, balancing him precariously over the edge of release without pushing him over. Each time he gets close, his body locking up with anticipation, you pull back far enough to let him be denied again. His frustration mounts, and so do his desperate, whining pleas.

Choso's whimpers grow louder, more insistent-raw with need. You can see it in the tight lines of his face, his muscles quivering with tension in the ongoing fight against denial.

"Fuck, please, I need-" he gasps, strain breaking his voice to barely coherent. He's at his limit.

You wrap your hand around his throbbing shaft, stroking him slowly, deliberately. “What do you need, baby?” you purr, your voice low and taunting as you watch him unravel beneath you.

“I need to come,” Choso whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. “I’m so fucking close, please—”

You tighten your grip around him, twisting your wrist just the way you know drives him wild. His cry is immediate, his back arching off the bed as his cock pulses desperately in your hand, the veins standing out in stark relief. He’s on the verge of breaking, so close to surrendering to the pleasure you’ve been teasing him with all night.

"Look at me," you command, your voice steady and firm. Choso’s eyes flutter open, hazy with lust and desperation. When they meet yours, they are pleading, full of raw need.

"Please," he gasps, his hips twitching up into your hand, chasing the friction you’re cruelly denying him. "I can’t take it anymore. I need to come so bad it hurts."

You feel him throbbing in your palm, every pulse a testament to how close he is, teetering on the edge of release. He's completely undone, radiating desperation in waves that crash against you.

"Are you sorry for ruining my dinner with my friends?" you ask, your tone deceptively calm.

For a moment, Choso blinks up at you in confusion, his brow furrowing. Then realisation hits and his eyes widen- panic and pleading blending into one frantic expression. He nods, vigorously- wide, begging eyes that never leave yours. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry," he gasps out, words tumbling from his lips in short desperate bursts. "I'm so fucking sorry, please-"

He's a mess beneath you, completely destroyed-his skin flushed, slick with sweat, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His cock is throbbing in your grip, the tip an angry shade, leaking uncontrollably as he teeters on the edge of oblivion.

"I didn't mean to- fuck, I swear I didn’t mean to ruin your night. I was just so fucking horny, I- I couldn't help myself. Please, let me come. I'll do anything-just please-"

His voice cracks, a sob welling in his throat, while his body quivers with the effort of withholding the release he so desperately needs. His hands fist the sheets, his knuckles white as his whole body becomes one massive bundle of tension in his trying to comply with your orders.

He's gorgeous like this: utterly destroyed, laid out beneath you, completely at your mercy. The knowledge of the power you have over him in this instant is an intoxicating feeling-the knowledgeable rush that gives the tingle down the spine. You could do anything to him like this, keep him on his brink, forever if you wanted.

Finally, you give in, your thumb rubbing over the swollen head, coaxing a drop of precum from the tip. Choso lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes closing as he leans into your touch.

"I forgive you," you murmur, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. He moans into the kiss, his body arching up into yours, his cock jerking in your hand.

You pick up the pace of your strokes, watching as his eyes flutter open, his gaze hazy with lust. His hips buck into your hand, his body trembling with need.

"Come for me, baby," you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear. Choso lets out a guttural moan, his body tensing up as if preparing for the inevitable.

With a broken cry, Choso’s body tenses, his cock pulsing hard in your hand as he finally releases. Hot ropes of cum spill over your hand and onto his stomach, his entire body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. His hips jerk uncontrollably, thrusting up into your grip as you milk every last drop from him, prolonging his pleasure.

You hold him through it, your hand still wrapped gently around his length, coaxing him down from the high until the last tremors subside. Choso’s chest heaves, his body spent, a sheen of sweat covering his flushed skin. His breathing is ragged, his eyes closed in blissful exhaustion.

You pull back, sliding up along his body to press a soft kiss to his temple. “That’s a good boy,” you murmur, your thumb gently sweeping over his cheek, wiping away a stray bead of sweat.

Choso’s eyes flutter open, a dazed, satisfied smile curving his lips. He looks at you like he’s still floating somewhere far away, utterly content. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice soft, fingers reaching up to tangle in your hair, pulling you down for another gentle kiss.

"Anytime, baby," you whisper against his lips, your smile mirroring his. You settle down beside him, his head coming to rest on your shoulder, arms draped over your chest. Choso tugs you close, your heartbeat steady and calm against his ear as he lets his eyes close, blissfully exhausted.

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vacation

god why did i want to start writing again IM SO BAD

gojo + somnophilia - mdni

long fingers ghost over your hips, the dip of your waist. gojo can tell you tried to stay up for him by the abandoned mug of tea on the nightstand, and the grin that breaks out on his tired face shines through the darkness of your shared bedroom.

you’re so pretty like this, face softened in sleep, lips jutting out in a cute little pout. you always sleep on top of the covers, your limbs inevitably shirking the blankets down to your ankles. right now, you’re dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of panties. his mouth fucking waters.

he’s hard before he has time to process it.

waking you up with his mouth is one of his more frequent fantasies when he’s away from you like this, but he’s never had a chance to try it.

he noses at your pussy through your underwear and the scent of you blooms on his tongue before he’s even had a taste. he groans against you. your hips shift and he smirks; you’re always so responsive, even like this.

he spreads your thighs apart, calloused fingertips soothing over your hips.

“waited all week for this, angel.” through the fabric, he laves his tongue over your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. he does this slowly until he hears your breath hitch. you’re starting to rouse, your eyelids flickering in sleep.

he pulls your panties to the side, soaking in the sight of you. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says, before delving his tongue into your pussy. you always taste so good here, so salty and sweet that he can’t help burying his face in.

“toru?” your voice is hazy with sleep even as your hips rock against his face. “oh. oh fuck, toruuuu…”

“hi baby.” he pulls away from your pussy to grin at you, chin shiny with your arousal. “she missed me, didn’t she? easy for me to tell, since she’s already cryin’ on my tongue.”

❝Despite everything, it's still you.❞

a quote from undertale that made me really think of yuta :) so i really wanted to draw this out

thinking about suguru and satoru eating your pussy at the same time heje

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine them both between your thighs, staring hungrily at your dripping pussy before gojo breaks the ice and thumbs at your already sensitive clit

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto soothing your little trembles by gently stroking your thigh, maybe even giving it a few kisses of encouragement <//3

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both of the men using one strong hand to push your plush thighs open, exposing yourself even more to them. if you dared try to shut your thighs even a tad they’d be pushed right back open, along with a quick slap the soft skin curtesy of geto

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine the two friends bickering for a moment before geto finally caves and lets gojo have the first taste

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine gojo wasting no time spitting on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, tongue immediately caressing your sensitive nub. he couldn’t decide between roughly sucking on the poor thing or moving his tongue side to side sooo he settles on both! he hollowed his cheeks, holding your clit in place while his tongue continued moving with vigor

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto sucking on the soft skin of your thighs while his hand finds purchase on your bare breast, squeezing roughly every once in a while to keep you on your toes

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto slowly kissing his way towards your center before nudging gojo’s head with his own, giving the man a cheeky smile

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both men looking up at you before—

“a-ah!!! oh my-” your back suddenly arched off the bed as you felt not one, but two hot tongues on your clit. one slowly moving up and down, like they were trying to savor the taste of your essence—not too hard or too fast….just sensual. the other tongue on the other hand settled on quick, harsh licks sooo basically the exact opposite.

“s’good right ?” gojo slurred into your pussy, now sloppily kissing his way down to your dripping hole. geto took this as an opportunity to cup your entire clit in his mouth, while his tongue drew soft circles around the nub. geto hummed around your clit, spit dribbling from his lips from the sloppy kisses he was giving your weeping pussy.

all it took was gojo shoving his tongue in your pussy for your back to arch slightly off the bed as you came with a loud, pathetic whine. gojo moaned just as loud when he felt your cum began to coat his tongue in little waves.

geto pulled away from your clit with an obnoxious pop! dark eyes admiring at the mess your pussy has already become. “lemme get a taste,” he mumbled, leaning his head down to lick a slow strip up your pussy. but one lick was not enough! and it wasn’t long before gojo got a little jealous and smacked geto on the back of his head, a small grunt leaving him.

“‘fuck was that for?” geto hissed, but gojo didn’t even bother glancing at him, his attention focused solely on your soaked center. his long fingers ran slowly up and down your petal soft slit, occasionally applying light pressure to your clit. without warning he plunged two fingers in with a lewd squelching sound following, “we’re supposed to be sharing don’t be so greedy, now let’s make her cum again.”

“j-just be gentle m’still a little— hah! sensitiveeee,” your request fell on deaf ears as both mens tongues were on your clit once again. they went from synchronized licks, to each giving your clit an open mouth kiss, to taking turns slapping your pussy.

you tried to keep your eyes on them but you could only handle so much before you head fell back against your bed, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “m’gonna put my fingers in sweet thing,” geto mumbled into your thigh, giving it a sweet kiss before plunging two fingers inside you. getos fingers began doing a scissoring motion, and to help you avoid the stinging stretch gojo sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

“i’m gonna cu-cum againnn, you’re gonna make me—” your body tensed as another orgasm washed over you, a much pleasing sight for the two men before you. “fuck she’s squeezing me real fucking tight, ease up yeah? gonna make it real hard for gojo to put his in too,” geto growled, curling his fingers in the most delicious way possible.

you whined something along the lines of ‘i’m tryinggg’ and gojo could’ve just ate you up the way you were being so cute. “hehe she’s so cute the way she’s trying to keep it together, just let go baby we’re right here to catch you,” gojo giggled menacingly, his two fingers slowly prodding at your entrance.

“don’t forget to go slow, don’t wanna hurt the poor thing now,” geto patted your thigh before giving it a sharp swat.

it took a little time to get you used to the stretch of four fingers inside your tight little pussy, but you managed like the good girl you were for them. “oh my fuckin’…” your mouth dropped as both men began to move their fingers at a semi-fast synchronized pace, digits bumping against that special that had your toes curling.

geto eyed your lonely breast and brought his free hand up to tweak at your nipple, gojo following suit. there was so much going on and your poor little brain could only handle so much before you were spluttering out nonsense making the two men chuckle.

“look at how wet she is….dripping all over the fucking bed,” geto groaned, pushing his aching erection against the edge of your bed. anything to find a little relief he’s only human. “she’s squeezing so tight i think she’s gonna cum again!” gojo moved his hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had your thighs trembling.

you weren’t able to give them a verbal warning of intense orgasm, the only signal being being the clear stream of cum shooting from your pussy each time they pulled their fingers out. “catch some, but don’t swallow,” geto grunted, shoving gojos head down to catch some of your squirt in his already watering mouth.

once you were done they both slowly pulled their fingers out, a small whine leaving your lips from the emptiness. geto turned to gojo, his breathing uneven. “you know what to do,” he nodded his head towards you and gojo quickly understood, slowly crawling up the bed to where you laid, glazed eyes staring up the the ceiling with a fucked out smile on your face.

“open your mouth for him,” geto grunted squeezing the plushness of your thigh. you obliged and slowly opened your mouth, quickly met with the tart, tangy taste of your cum mixed in with a little of gojos spit. geto hummed happily giving your tummy a soft kiss, “that was fun, messy but fun nonetheless.”

the next twenty minutes were spent catering to your every need ofc. gojo having you between his legs, long arms wrapped around your waist while geto gently cleaned the mess up between your thighs. “did so good for us angel, thank you for letting us indulge in you,” gojo smiled, giving your hip a loving squeeze.

they both had raging boners but in this moment it was all about you but hey!! maybe once your rested up you’ll let them put both their dicks in you!! but don’t tell gojo that rn he might bust in his pants the poor thing :((

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good morning (satoru x reader 18+)

word count: 1.1K

content: a good morning with satoru

warnings: 18+ smut, explicit language, dom!gojo, sub!reader, light somno, light free use, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, degradation, oral, light hair pulling, overstimulation

a/n: just a quick lil something and just a reminder my requests are still open :3

satoru’s hands grip your waist as you start to wake up, your brain in a fog as you gather your leave the post sleep gaze. it seems that he’s still asleep and having a very interesting dream. you can feel the bulge in his pants on your ass when he starts moving your hips for you.

at this point you can tell he’s awake now seeing as he kind of always has to be on guard. an unfortunate side effect of his power and career.

he leans forward towards your ear, nibbling it and deeply saying, “good morning sweetie.”

he slips one of his hands up your oversized sleep shirt to start teasing your nipples. satoru starts by gliding his thumb lightly over your chest, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth.

“good morning indeed,” he murmurs and uses the same hand he was using on your nipple to turn your head so he can taste your lips.

the hand that was left on your hips now trails lower to your inner thighs, lightly pushing your thighs apart and you comply like a good slut.

“always so eager for me in the morning, huh,” satoru mutters into your lips and makes sure to bite your lip as he finishes his teasing words.

your brain can’t function properly yet, still foggy with sleep. satoru’s long fingers graze the warmth through your underwear and your wetness seeping into the cloth. his pointer and middle finger ease their way up your slit and slowly circle around your clit. the sensation was borderline ticklish but still firm enough to send chills down your spine.

“‘toru please,” you plead and grind your hips into his torturously slow movements.

“you’re lucky i’m not in the mood to edge you this early in the morning,” he bites your sensitive ear again, “and that you’re constantly a wet mess around me.”

you feel him wriggle around some behind you and you soon feel the tip of his cock leaking onto the back of your underwear. he angles his hips downward to slip his dick in between your thighs.

the hand that was previously rubbing your pussy slips back down your torso. this time satoru hooks his fingers around the crotch of your underwear and pushes it aside.

you feel the cold morning air against your warm core, subconsciously clenching wanting his cock to pound it.

before you could even finish processing your last thought, your eyes roll far back and you choke on your breath as satoru’s girthiness stretches you open once more.

the hand that he was using to hold your underwear to the side starts rubbing your clit again as he starts rapidly thrusting into you.

his other hand is holding up your leg while he pounds you on your side. between the angle and the constant simulation, you start creaming around his length. your mouth drops open in a silent scream as the pleasure catches up to your brain.

the way your pussy clenches satoru’s cock makes him go even harder. you can feel the way his heavy balls slap the plumpness of your ass. you’re pretty sure you can also feel the sting full pleasure of his tip kissing your cervix.

satoru picks up on what he’s feeling and it somehow just fuels him more. he’s imagining pounding your cervix as he releases, just pumping each shot of his cum straight into your womb.

“gonna fuck a baby right into your greedy little cunt,” he moans into your ear, “gonna keep pounding your tight pussy until my cum is dripping out of you for dayssss.”

he draws out the ‘s’ at the end of his sentence at the feeling of your heat suffocating him. the threat of his words turning you on more somehow in the mushiness of your brain.

“is that what you want slut? you want me to knock your pretty pussy up? want me to ruin your cunt with my seed? take it, take it!” he growls the last part of his words.

satoru’s hand keeps moving in tight fast circles on your clit as he ruts his hips aiming towards your g spot. he successfully does so and your body tenses up at all the pleasure all at once. as soon as the first grunt and rope of satoru’s cum warming your insides, it triggers your own orgasm. except this time you also squirt all over his fingers still vigorously rubbing your clit.

“‘toruuuu oh fuck!” you moan loudly as you squirt for the first time.

the erotic feeling tingling its way all the way down to your toes. as you start coming down, you pant trying to catch your breath.

“i didn’t know you could do that,” satoru says in amazement, pulling his now soft cock out of you.

“me either,” you pant back.

he sits up to admire his handiwork, readjusting himself to get a better look. the feeling of embarrassment creeps its way through your body and it makes you shiver. ‘toru uses the hand that was previously holding your leg up to drag its way down your thigh and uses his fingers to scoop up the leaking cum and push it right back in where it belongs.

too focused on the overstimulation from his fingers, you don’t realize that he slides out from behind you and is now in between your legs. before you could even react to him moving, his lips are already suctioned around your clit while his fingers pound against your g-spot. you thread your fingers through satoru’s hair with your head thrown backwards in pleasure.

your legs start to shake uncontrollably as he loosens the suction around your clit and instead uses his tongue, flicking it all around your sweet spot.

you tighten your grip on ‘toru’s hair as you feel your release snap. you feel the buzzing of pure ecstasy flowing through your veins, the sensation completely overtaking your whole being.

as you slowly come back down, you can hear the sloppy state of your very over sensitive pussy. satoru slips his fingers out of you and kisses your thigh. you look down at the white haired male and you see the biggest smug smile on his very wet face and you hide your own in your hands.

“hey don’t hide baby, you did great,” he sits up to comfort you and pulls you into a hug.

he kisses your hands covering your face, giving small pecks over and over again trying to get you to move them.

“c’mon let me see that beautiful face!”

“nooo! i’m embarrassed!”

“too bad, you shouldn’t be! here, let’s clean up in the bath. and i’ll order us some crepes for breakfast!”

and before you could even tell him that you don’t think your legs would work, he already was carrying you bridal style into your shared bathroom where satoru will definitely give you like three more orgasms.

pornstar!satoru and pornstar!suguru managing to talk you into letting them both fuck you at the same time on film—a double penetration scene.

apparently, after a few... lewd images of the three of you together were leaked by a blue-eyed attention whore who swears he didn't mean to edit, upload and caption them before posting them on his main twitter, your combined audiences have started begging for video content of the three of you. and what better than a filthy threesome to spark the flame of your three-way-affairs?

it's how you end up riding suguru, feeling his cock so deep inside of you that you swear he's in your stomach. your hands find purchase on his muscled pecs as you ride him to the brink of orgasm; sweat coats your skin, his too, and as it is with suguru, your moans aren't played up for the sake of porn: they're raw and real and so loud as he encourages your sounds with a finger circling over your clit.

those at home watching the pair of you, only one hand free as they stroke or finger or rub themselves in time with each thrust of Suguru's hips up into you, are all met with the sight of satoru walking into frame. cock hard and big and at attention as he climbs onto the bed behind you and takes a few moments to kiss at your neck, reach around and play with your bouncing tits.

how he teases you with his words, whispers them into you ear with full knowledge that the cameras microphone wont pick up on his words. there's no production crew this time around, no directors forcing a position or calling for breaks and ruining the building tension in your already coiled stomach.

"gonna fuck this pretty ass so deep, see if i can feel sugu through you hm? you want that?"

and his word already have you on edge, all you think you can manage is a moan of approval and the slightest nod of your head, but satoru grabs your chin and guides your gaze to the camera. "say you want it, say you want me."

"i—fuck—i want you, toru. want you to fuck my ass while i ride suguru."

the domesticity, the sweet nicknames you wouldn't have said on film if you were half as aware of the world around you—it's a lot for poor satoru to handle, what with how hard his cock is, how it's already leaking so much precum onto the sheets beneath you. he can barely still your hips for long enough to work himself into your ass, and the stretch of him is enough to push you forward and on top of suguru.

you're given a moment to adjust, a full minute of stillness to catch your breath and acclimate to the overwhelming fullness you feel—the weird way you feel whole, and the inevitable loss you'll feel once this is over. the moment is also given to stop the poor boys from cumming all too quickly. suguru can feel satoru pulsing inside of you, and satoru swears he can feel suguru's cock twitch. you squeeze around the both of them, test their resolve with a simple roll of the hips, and then choke on your spit when they both start thrusting in tandem with each other. hard and fast and mean and all at once.

it's blinding, the pleasure you feel all of a sudden.

suguru is strong and domineering with his hands on your hips and his cock nestled deep in your pussy—he thrusts his hips up, matches satoru's unkind pace in such a way you're sure you'll be unable to walk the next way. gorgeous praise slips from his lips as you hold eye contact with him—you're surely a mess, fucked stupid by two men at once.

satoru is eager and manic in the way he takes your ass. his hands perched on suguru's thighs as he ruts into you over and over in chase of a climax he knows is going to be unearthly. he'd praise you if he could, but all that spills from his mouth are incoherent babbles of pleasure that would make anyone listening think that he's the one being impaled on his almost too-large cock.

they work so well together—your pleasure seems to be the one thing they consistently agree on. you don't even have the mind to worry about the video length with how fast you're reaching orgasm, dragging the boys with you as you shake between them, wracked with pleasure so overwhelming you're nearly in tears.

it's a clip that gets shared on every porn site and blog known to man. of you, a fucked out mess between two lust-struck men each cumming inside of you at the exact same time your own orgasm crests.

the clenching of suguru's stomach as he bucks up into you, natural instincts rolling his cock as deep as possible as he empties his balls inside of you.

the way satoru tilits his head back, jaw tight and hair a mess as he forgets how to breathe when he paints the inside of your ass with his cum.

and you, impaled on both cocks at the same time, overstimulated and shaking with the remnants of the strongest orgasm you've had in a long time, and still rolling your hips in hopes of more. another round or three, as long as you stay this full.

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