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family man (choso x reader 18+)

summary: choso needing to stuff you full of his cum <3

warnings: afab!reader, gender neutral terms, degradation, creampies, breeding, cunnalingus

w/c: 540

a/n: I DONT REMEMBER WRITING THIS BUT I FOUND IT IN MY NOTES TODAY APPARENTLY I WROTE THIS IN AUGUST 2024 AT 6 AM ENJOY THIS RAUNCHY SHIT

family man choso who has nothing else in his mind other than to stuff your cunt full of his seed.

he thinks it constantly, when you’re cooking dinner, folding the laundry, scrolling on your phone, etc. literally any time you’re in his vision he thinks of his cum dripping from your hole as you’re recovering from his relentless load after load.

just like today when he came home from his brother’s school after training yuuji. you were in the kitchen finishing up the dishes in your lounge wear. which usually consists of one of choso’s t-shirts and a pair of undies but that was more than enough to get him worked up and thinking about your blissed out expression when he first pushes his cock past your tight entrance.

which explains how you got to this point:

“one more load baby please,” choso grunts under his voice into your ear.

his hands grip your thighs tightly while pushing them further and further into yourself as he fucks his cum back into your cunt.

the mess of two loads already pumped in your willing pussy with the mixture of your own releases now making a mess on the kitchen counter below you.

“pussy so wet for me, made to take my cum — fuuh-ck!”

he reaches between you two to rub at your clit again, wanting to feel you clench and spasm all over him. choso loves when you cum around his cock, the way you squeeze him like you depend on it.

“cho, it’s— ah mm— it’s too much,” you gasp over your words at the intense overstimulation.

“hmm, i don’t think so,” he thrusts into you hard, making sure you can feel the tip of his dick pressing against your sweet spot, “you can still talk so my job isn’t done yet.”

“nng, c—cho!” you tell out, not sure when your orgasms start or end at this point but all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure the half curse is giving you.

you wonder if his insistent need to stuff you so full of his cum has something to do with him being a death painting but you couldn’t care less. this man knows what he’s doing either way so it doesn’t matter. he has your feet on top of his shoulders now and his free hand now around your throat.

“t—take it, i know you can. take it for me, slut,” he groans out in between pants of him catching his breath, “f—fuuuuck need you to cum around me again! feels so gooood.”

his hand speeds up against your clit in just the right way for the otherworldly almost stinging pleasure to rush from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. your eyes roll so far back that you lose your vision, clenching around him while he fucks his seed back into you.

your pure unadulterated indulgence was cut short when choso pulls out of you suddenly. before you could even finish letting out a whine you couldn’t even control, his tongue was cleaning the immense amount of cum he unleashed in your cunt.

“gotta clean up my mess to fill you more,” he mumbles in between licks, “need to make sure it takes.”

Motive (Horror Nerd Director!Choso x Reader)

Synopsis: You're helping out your best friend, Choso, by starring in his low-budget, indie-horror project! You volunteer to play a starring role, and a suggestive scene becomes more intense as Choso films.

MDNI. 18+. Smut. (fem afab reader pov)

Content Warnings: knife play, camera recording, over-clothing digital sex (f! recieving), praise

Cool air hit your chest, causing you to gasp at the sensation. Choso reached his hand over, coated with sticky, red-dyed corn syrup, pinching your sensitive nipple between his thumb and middle finger.

"uh, a-arch your back u-up a 'lil m-more - um, please," he stuttered out his request. He moved his hand to your other breast, brushing his thumb against the neglected nipple. His other hand held up the camera, zooming in on your writhing body.

You complied, pushing forward closer to Choso now, as he began kneading and squeezing both breasts gently. "Um, l-like this?" You wondered if he could feel how hard your heart was beating, or closely you were squeezing your thighs together.

"Perfect..." he exhaled. Your chest was coated in the fake blood now, staining the white tank top he cut open in the take prior. You kept chin tilted up, afraid to make eye contact with him. Your best friend was currently feeling you up, all because you wanted to support his nerdy dream of filming his own low-budget, indie horror movie.

Working with him on the script made sense - he needed your help focusing in on the themes and attending to small details that he might've missed otherwise. Plus, while your best friend was exceedingly well-researched when it came to horror history and production, he was not the most socially well-adjusted guy. You provided edits that gave the film a better sense of authentic intimacy.

So of course, he asked you to bring that into the actual filming part as well.

"C'mon, pleeease? You're like, actually the final girl in this. I don't need to put out any ads - I really don't wanna have anyone play her but you!" You remember him begging. You weren't one for acting, but you did know this character in and out - you created her just as much as Choso did.

"Y'know, you owe me for this. Don't go forgetting me when you get to Hollywood." You sighed, but you knew he could see the smirk that played on your lips.

He grinned widely then, pulling you into a tight hug. "Hell yeah! I'm so excited - we're doing this! You won't regret it, I promise!" He let you go, but not without ruffling your hair first. "You're really the best friend I could ask for. Thank you, like honestly."

Now, you're laid underneath him as he drags a prop knife across your chest, along the swells of your breasts, up toward your neck.

You pretend not to notice the bulge growing in his sweatpants.

He turns the camera off for a moment.

He coughs. "Uh - so now, we'll, uh, do the p-part where she, um...succumbs to him." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck - seemingly oblivious to how he's smearing the fake blood all over himself now. "T-that is, if you, um, still feel c-comfortable. We can always stop if you're not feeling it anymore, you know that, right?".

You sit up, still topless, trying to meet Choso's eyes now - though you notice the way he has to quickly dart them back up to meet yours.

"Cho', I'm still okay," you give a gentle smile. "I'm in this for the whole thing - our thing. This is our baby we're talking about." You smile wider now, and he offers one back.

"Right. So, let's do it - final girl and the dark pleasures - take one." he casually calls, feeling awkward about being any more formal with only the two of you in the room.

He stands at the end of the bed as you lay on your back toward the bottom, your bare legs dangling off the edge. Your bottom half is covered only by a pair of panties. Choso offered to get you a cod piece for this scene, but you rejected it. "Authenticity. I'm not that great of an actress as it is, Cho - I need the actual vulnerability." You explained.

You slip your hand into your thin, white cotton panties, thinking about how he bought them for you. He covered all the wardrobe expenses - it was nothing extravagant, but he chose these purposefully. He wanted to truly convey a sense of purity - something that would give a heavy contrast to the red splatters.

However, being so thin with nothing underneath, you were acutely aware of the small wet spot that formed when Choso was fondling you just minutes ago. Well, wouldn't that just be in character?

You rehearsed this scene multiple times before - admittedly, half the time, you ended up genuinely masturbating to the thought of your best friend watching you touch yourself. Still, you theoretically know how to make this look real while regulating your breathing. So, why was it so hard to keep it pretend right now?

Choso's hard on only grew bigger. Was he crouching down closer to your thighs for the shot, or to obscure your view of his obvious erection?

It can't hurt to make it a little more authentic. For the art.

You used your two middle fingers to rub your labia, just a little bit. You wiggled your hips back and forth, moaning lightly.

Choso moved closer and adjusted his pants.

"H-Hey," he coughed. "Um, can w-we uh, m-move your l-legs up? Like, um so y-your feet are flat on the edge of the bed, knees propped up? I think I can um, get a better angle l-like that." He looked at you with his glazed-over amber eyes and a bottom lip swollen from biting it so hard.

"Um, sure, I think - how do you, uh, want me to position them again?"

He opened his lips to speak, but words didn't come out. Instead, he shut his mouth and adjusted your legs himself. Once your knees were folded in the air, he forcefully pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and spread your legs further apart - incidentally causing you to graze his hardened cock through his pants. His eyes widened and he coughed again, backing away and picking the camera up once more.

"Uh, take two!"

You closed your eyes, unable to forget how large that just felt.

In your haze, you began touching yourself for the camera again. This time, you allowed your self to rub small circles on your clit. The next moan that came out of your mouth was real, and you knew that your wetness was beginning to pool.

That's when Choso got on his knees to film you.

You worked faster. You weren't using two fingers anymore - you sloppily rubbed widely back and forth. Your panting was shallow and growing louder.

Choso realized how seriously you were taking this and god did he want to be professional, but he dreamed about this so many times before. Except it was never this beautiful. Here you were, touching yourself for him, wearing panties he bought you, allowing him to record you. Sure, it was for a project you both agreed to - but he was his own editor after all, and sometimes that meant spending hours reviewing footage.

"C-cut," he nearly whispered.

You opened your eyes. You haven't cum, and you knew you really shouldn't - this wasn't the time or place, and seriously, how could you do that with him right there? He's your friend! You knew you needed to collect yourself.

"O-okay, so, n-now, the k-killer," he sets the camera down to retrieve the prop knife. "Uh, y'know." He drops to his knees again, looking up at you.

"Tell me if you wanna stop, final girl." He reminds you gently, picking the camera back up with his other hand.

He presses the flat side of the knife, dripping in cold, sticky red liquid, against your clothed pussy. Your eyes flutter closed once again, and you exhale. You begin grinding against it and groaning.

"Y-yes, please," you manage to get out. The knife presses down hard.

"That's it...you're doing so good..." you hear him mutter to himself more than you.

Your panties are all but pointless now. They cling to you tightly, leaving little for Choso to imagine. You're grinding shamelessly now, still unable to find the relief you need.

Choso drops the knife and replaces it with his own hand. You look down to see his chipped black painted fingernails mimicking the circles you drew against your clit earlier.

"Just tell me to stop..." He struggles to focus between your face and your needy pussy.

But you don't tell him to. This isn't in the script - the killer might not be so kind as to actually help you get off.

Choso pointed the camera directly at your cunt and the flimsy pair of panties you desperately wanted to take off. He was trying his best to keep himself from pathetically humping against the bed but failing nevertheless.

"you made such a mess of these..." He teased your entrance with his thumb and your back instinctively arched up, the way he requested before.

You felt the intensity building up in your core and begged, "d-don't stop, 'm c-close".

Choso nodded diligently and kept up his pace of playing with your pussy. This was incredible - he always imagined what it'd be like for you to need him, to use him. He couldn't believe how wet you were - was it actually for him? Were you just really in the moment? What would this mean after you finish?

That didn't matter right now. You needed your best friend to make you cum.

"I've got you - please cum for me, please..." he pleaded, swallowing audibly.

That did it for you. You were cumming in your panties for him, against his fingers, whining loudly. He continued rubbing, now more gently, coaxing you through your orgasm.

You breathed heavily, looking back down at him as you came down from the feeling.

He moves his hand away and turns off the camera.

"I...I think we got the footage we needed." He smirked.

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itadori yuji. here he was standing cock rock hard as he stares at non other then his sorcerer mrs. y/n panties. yuji has always had a huge fat crush on you. he can't count how many times he had to beat his fat cock at night to the thought of you. how many times he had to excuse himself to the toilet just because of his ragging hard on.

"here take it as a gift for completing the task I gave you" gojo saturo cheekly says. grinning from ear to ear as he hands his student the panties of non other then his lover.

"what are you-" itadoris cock twitch in his pants when gojo place the panties on his palm- it was wet. it was wet. it was wet. yuji repeats in his mind, not believing what's happening. did you squirt in these panties? was it your pussy who made this mess?

he gulps nervously as he glance at gojo who was still smirking at him. clearly amused by his student reaction. oh this is going to be fun, he thought.

" you don't need to be suspicious about it, it's simply a gift for your good work" saturo speaks out while laughing, waving at the boy as he makes his way out.

itadori finally breaks, groaning as he palm his painfully hard cock and bring your red panties to his nose sniffing the scent of your pussy in. his eyes roll back as his hips twitch. fuck- fuck- fuck, he's going to cum in his pants just at the scent of you. unzipping his pants, he pull his fat cock out, whining as he touch his red sensitive tip ready to explode and ruin your little panties.

"fuck! fuck! I'm going to ruin your fucking panties" itadori moans into ceiling as he spit into your panties and place them on his leaking cock, clearly lost in pleasure to give a fuck if someone finds him this way. his cock twitch, throb, the fabric of your panties is drenched with his spit and cum.

your pussy was in those panties. your pussy was in those panties. he keeps repeating to himself till white liquid squirt out of his cock, shooting directly into the panties that was wrapped around his dick. tears of pleasure slip down his face, his thighs giving out from how the force of his shaking.

he lays down trembling, the only thing on his mind was that he had to complete all his tasks so he can receive more of these gifts from gojo saturo.

itadori yuji. itadori stands at gojos office like last time, but he was nervous chewing on his lips as he thinks about whats going to happen. will he give him another gift for completing his mission? or will he mock him?

his thoughts were caught of once he hears the door of the office open then close, revealing gojo, who was clearly as excited as itadori was to see him. he makes his way toward his desk before speaking out.

"so? mission done" he questions already knowing the answer, itadori nodes to nervous to even speak a word. gojo hums as he place his hand into his pocket. "I guess it's time for your gift" his words make itadori stiffen, cock already hard- excited on what kind of gift he's going to get this time.

gojo remove his hand from his pocket revealing the special gift- your red bra. it was a matching set with the panties. itadori fights of a whimper that was about to slip past his lips as he stare at the big bra- your breasts were always so huge, so plumpy. they looked so soft. he just wanted to suck, knead, grope, squeeze them. he wanted to have a taste of those hard nipples of yours that popped out of your shirt whenever you didn't wear a bra.

his cock starts leaking, so eager to have a hold of your bra. his minds running a million thoughts- thoughts about filthy things he's going to do with this bra just like he did with the panties. he was a pervert. a pervert who slept every night with the new gift of his. licking, sucking on your panties every night. sniffing it before he leaves his room to go on a mission.

gojo grins, he was excited- so excited to see where this is going to go. oh little y/n, oh if you knew how much of a pervert your favorite student is.

and gojo promise that soon enough you will see this side of your student yourself.

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locker room talk (satosugu x reader 18+)

summary: an alternate universe where suguru doesn’t die and becomes a teacher with satoru and you :))

w.c: 3.9K

warnings: 18+ smut, explicit language, sub!brat!reader, dom!satoru, switch!suguru, public sex, threesome, voyeurism, light degradation, oral on both genitalia, face sitting, light impact play, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, creampie

a/n: this is my first fic i've written in a very long time and have published! if you like it, please send me requests!!!

for as long as you could remember, you were always around suguru and satoru. from the moment you joined jujutsu tech, you clicked with the pair but as much as they hate to admit it, you and shoko were also close. it was nice having a group of four people in your grade so that you could pair up on projects for school. now that you’re all graduated, the four of you still remain at jujutsu tech just under different circumstances. suguru, satoru and you are all teachers while shoko was pretty much the on hand school nurse which was nice for combat training. speaking of training, you get brought back to reality when one of geto’s cursed spirits comes flying at you and you narrowly dodge it by using your technique. 

“good one sensei!” you hear yuuji cheering you on from the bleachers. 

your technique was interesting to say the least, void’s menace, was what your families generational cursed technique was called. the way you were able to dodge suguru’s curses was creating a wormhole and stepping through it to side step the cursed spirit. that’s only one of the possibilities of your technique. satoru has always teased you that the name of it sounded like a copycat of infinite void but you can’t control what it’s called. 

speaking of the devil, satoru approaches the field you guys are training in today, “get your own technique!”

“now’s not the time,” you yell back to him as you open up a blackhole-like portal for suguru’s cursed spirit to fall into on its way to attack you and close it up immediately as it falls for your trap. 

while suguru was busy looking over at satoru, you open another wormhole and use it to appear right behind geto. you quickly take his arms while kicking him down by his knees to knock him over. he lets out a grunt as you successfully knock him to the ground with his hands behind his back, pinning him down with your own knees. 

“3, 2, 1! i got you!” you exclaim as you let go of suguru, holding a hand out to him to help him off the ground. 

wiping your forehead with the back of your other hand, he grabs the outstretched one in his own and tugs you down to the ground with him. you land on your forearms with a yelp, pouting towards your bully. using your technique back to back with training has you exhausted so you weren’t in the mood to be toyed with right now. 

“suguru, you ass,” you whine as you roll onto your back, looking up at the sky, “that was a low blow.” 

gojo goes on to tell the students that their training was over for the day as suguru actually helped you up this time. 

“it seems like you need to go hit the showers miss y/n,” satoru teases you about the dirt on your uniform thanks to his best friend. 

“i’ll do what i want, satoru,” you stick your tongue out at him as you smack the excess dirt off your sweatpants you use for combat training days. 

“and let us deal with the smell?” he waves his hand by his nose jokingly, “so cruel!”

“yeah yeah, yeah. i’ll listen to you just this once! not for you but for the kids.”

“ah c’mon you don’t need to lie to your favorite person.”

“nah i don’t want it to get to your head,” you wave bye to the blindfolded fool and turn towards the women’s locker room.

cutting the water off to your shower, you shiver as you step into the cool air behind the curtain. you can still hear a shower going in the locker room next door so you assume one of the students needed a quick wash as well. it was a hot day to train for sure so you can’t blame them. you have one towel wrapped around your body as you use the second one to scrub at your wet scalp. you didn’t want to get your hair wet but it’s hard to avoid in such a small shower. 

a clanking sound interrupted your thoughts but you don’t sense anything so you assume it wasn’t a big deal. someone was in the other locker room anyways, right? 

going back to drying yourself off, you move to your legs. water drops falling to your feet as the rest of it gets absorbed by the towel and then you hear it again. except this time it was followed by what sounded like a grunt. 

‘what if someone’s hurt?’ you think to yourself, debating on checking the noise. you hesitate because every person who checks the noises in horror movies is always the one to die first and you don’t want that. 

on the other hand, you’re on school grounds so the chance of it being dangerous is pretty low with tengen’s barrier. your second towel now thrown over your shoulder since you finished drying off your legs. you open the locker with your gym bag inside to grab your face moisturizer before your face dries up and begs for hydration. as soon as you open the lid, you hear the same noise with the same toned grunt. 

‘okay, that’s it!’ you decide, tightening the towel around your body, and grab your imbued shurikens just in case. 

you don't want to speak out loud and scare the person, intruder or not, you could get hurt. instead you quietly edge around the corner, trying to be as light as you can on your feet and peek into the other locker room that the noise was coming from. 

your eyes widen as the sight before you unfolds. satoru is kneeling before suguru with his hand around his best friend’s cock, stroking him in a slow and teasing rhythm. you can’t control your legs as you scoot closer into the room but not to the point of where they can see you. 

from here you can get a good view and hear their conversation. you can tell that they’re trying to be hushed since it’s a public space. suguru’s pants are halfway down his legs and his top is hanging on the locker above his head while satoru is still clothed. it looks like they were in a hurry to get some alone time. 

“you liked having them pin you down huh, babe?” satoru says as he circles the tip of suguru’s cock, getting a choked whimper in response. “they outsmarted you and that made you worked up, poor thing.” 

the accusation makes you bite your lip as you feel a tingle shoot down your spine, knowing that he was referring to you and your spar with suguru. 

“or were you picturing yourself doing that to them instead? wishing that they were pinned underneath you, squirming in your hold. i wonder how they felt at that moment.” satoru speeds up his hand, using his mouth on the tip and licking the precum as it oozes like a faucet. his words seemingly working suguru up even more. 

the image flashes in your mind, suguru’s strong arms keeping yours pinned to your back, knees to the sides of your hips as he straddles your ass. maybe you’d be able to feel the shape of his cock through his pants. it definitely seems like you would while you look at it now. his cock is pretty and proportionate to his height, which is very impressive, with a girth like you’ve never seen before. satoru has large hands and you can see that he can fit his hand around it with not much overlap between his fingers. the closer look at it makes you subconsciously drool, wanting to feel it in the back of your throat. you can only imagine what satoru’s would look like. 

a loud moan rips you from your own mind, seeing satoru with suguru’s cock down his throat. his nose hitting the trimmed hairs by the base, no gagging as you visibly see his throat swallow around the length in his mouth. another moan leaves the black haired man’s mouth and satoru pulls off, leaving a trail of saliva hanging from the reddened tip. 

“do you want to get caught sweetheart? you might want to keep it down,” satoru immediately deepthroats suguru’s cock again after the last word leaves his mouth. 

suguru’s hand flies up to his mouth, biting down on the back of it from the sudden stimulation. the other hand grasping at satoru’s hair, accidentally knocking off his signature black blindfold. you can tell that even before the blindfold was off, he was looking up at suguru while his nose once again brushed his happy trail. his bright blue eyes gazing up at him with adoration and lust. the sounds that manage to leave suguru’s mouth even through the bite make your clit tingle in arousal. 

your hand guiltily sneaks its way under your towel and over your underwear, feeling how wet you’ve gotten already. seeing satoru cock hungry and suguru struggle to be quiet has really affected you. you’ve definitely thought about the two boys like this before but never did you think it would happen. you slowly tease your fingers around your clit as you recall how you used to imagine what their cocks looked like, what shape their body took, the sounds they would make and now that it’s in front of you, your brain seems to move a bit slower. if you would’ve been paying attention to your surroundings you’re sure you could’ve felt earlier, satoru’s six eyes. 

now aware of your surroundings, you pray that even though you felt his eyes on you, that it was a false sense. you know that it wasn’t false when satoru’s eyes move to look in your direction with his mouth still bobbing on suguru’s cock and said man’s head is thrown back onto the lockers lost in pleasure. you subconsciously circle your clit faster with those bright cerulean eyes watching your every move. his eyes move back to suguru, pulling off his cock very slowly wanting to still please him. 

“come on out and show sugu’ what a dirty whore you are,” satoru calls for you. 

a whimper leaves your throat involuntarily from being degraded by the man. you remove your hand from under your towel and step forward into the room. all your confidence leaves your body as now you are the center of attention. your hands grip the towel tightly to your body and your eyes on the ground, now too shy to make eye contact. 

“did you hear how desperate suguru is for you? how he wanted to pin you down in return and put you into your place?” satoru teases you. 

“they didn’t need to know that, ‘toru!” suguru’s voice slightly strained from the held back moans, “what if they’re uncomfortable?”

satoru ignores him and looks at you, “are you gonna be a good girl and tell him what you were doing behind the corner? or are you gonna be difficult?”

debating to yourself what to say you land on, “make me.”

satoru gets up from his knelt position and starts to saunter over towards you, his calm demeanor sending a chill up your spine. you know he would never hurt you but you do feel threatened in a way. 

“say it one more time if you’re okay with whatever is going to happen.” satoru says when he’s about 3 steps away from you. 

“make.me.” you would never want to miss out on this opportunity to live out your fantasy. 

he quickly grasps your hair into his fist, pushing you down onto your knees while his other hand pulls down his pants and underwear. you know exactly where this is going and it excites you so you open your mouth with a moan in anticipation. his cock is exactly as you expected, pretty and pale like himself. the length and girth of it a perfect size with few veins and a light pink tip, extra drool drips off your tongue from examining him.

“fucking slut already knew what i was gonna do to them,” he groans as he shoves his cock down your throat, “you’re gonna regret that.”

he moves your head back slightly and then shoves you right back down, barely giving you time to catch a breath. you gag around the girth and your eyes already start to tear up. this has never happened to you in any other experience this quick, this one is already taking the cake. as the first two tears stream down your face, satoru keeps shallowly thrusting into the back of your throat. as much as he didn’t want to, he pulled you off of himself when your throat started constricting too much, he didn’t want you to pass out. 

“so what were you doing over in the corner?” satoru asks you again. 

you’re still sputtering from just having his cock down your throat and catching your breath. you try to talk but nothing comes out at first.

“i asked, what were you doing over in the corner?” satoru not cutting you any slack. 

you’re able to cough a few times to gain your voice back, “n-nothing!” 

“oh what? don’t want suguru to know about how much of a whore you are?” he still has your hand in his fist.

“y’know you don’t have to be afraid to tell me, baby,” suguru finally cuts in after he collects himself from satoru’s excellent head. “or else we’re just gonna hurt you more.”

“m-maybe that’s what i want…” you finally say to the pair. 

“oh ho ho. when i saw you touching yourself by the door, i knew you’d be freaky like us.” satoru admits. 

“mhm, been dreaming about this.” you admit shyly. 

“let’s make that dream a reality.” suguru joins you guys closer to the doorway of the locker room just to tug both of you by the hands to get further into the room. 

within minutes this experience has already blown your mind, it’s by far the best sex you’ve ever had. it started with you sitting on suguru’s face while doing your best to give satoru head, every time you stopped sucking him, he would shove his cock deep down your throat like before and suguru would spank your ass if that wasn’t enough.

cut to now where the three of you were in the same positions but suguru stops fucking his tongue into your hole and moves his face so his nose isn’t stimulating your clit either as a whine uncontrollably leaves your mouth sending vibrations around satoru’s cock. your pending orgasm starts to fizzle and you pull off of satoru. 

instead of asking you to move, the two of them seemingly work like they’re reading each other's minds. suguru grabs your hips while he moves onto his knees behind you and shoves his cock into your dripping pussy the same time satoru makes you choke around his length again. a deep moan escapes you from the stretch of suguru in your cunt. 

“fuuuuck, knew you’d be a tight bitch.” suguru groans from your gummy walls surrounding him. he already has your hips in a tight grip that’ll probably leave bruises but you don’t care about that right now. he then somehow grips them tighter and pulls them back onto his cock at the same time he starts thrusting. 

the angle has him fucking past your g-spot on every thrust and you can feel your orgasm building up again. usually you need your clit to be touched for you to cum but the situation and the best dicking of your life makes this an exception it seems. satoru yanks you off his cock by your hair like he did to you earlier.

“fuck baby, got a mouth like no other. we could definitely train your throat to not gag as much around our cocks,” he says panting, “almost made me cum already.”

he turns to suguru, “and lucky for you, i already loosened you up earlier this morning.” 

you pause as you realize what he meant, you’ll have to ask them about that later. satoru then moves out of your line of view and over to suguru. you have to admit, you imagined that instead of what you walked in on earlier, that it was satoru pounding into his best friend. you imagine the sounds suguru would let out as his prostate gets massaged and as soon as the thought crosses your mind, he actually makes a sound. his mouth is slightly agape, his nose scrunched, his face flustered and the noises, god the noises, his whimpers, and his breathy moans. the sounds alone are making you throb. 

“fuck it’s too much,” suguru whines. 

“be a good boy and take it. you were just whining to me about how you’ve been craving this.” satoru grabs him by the throat as he finishes prepping him and lubes himself up. 

before satoru pushes into suguru, he turns you around to face him again and immediately goes back to his previous speed. as he goes to pull out for a harder thrust, satoru then pushes in hard but not hard enough to hurt. you can tell because of the blissed out look on his face and his hips still, the only movement being satoru’s thrusts. 

he soon slows down into just a subtle grind and grabs suguru by the throat again, “if you stop, i stop. got it?” 

“ye–,” a moan interrupts his response, “yes… i understand.” 

“good boy,” he groans into his ear while pounding back into him. 

subconsciously suguru starts to thrust into you at a fast pace, fucking himself back onto satoru’s cock and then right back into your wet cunt. you can tell he’s already overstimulated and trying his hardest not to cum so fast. seeing how much pleasure courses through his body somehow makes your body hotter and your desperation stronger. he’s currently holding himself up by his arms with his hands by your head so you’re able to reach down between you two to rub your clit. as soon as your hand circles around it in the first circle you reach your peak, you orgasm like you’ve never felt before, as if your body went into a different universe. you can’t control the noises that escape your mouth as you cum, it sounds like a mixture of their names with a loud moan and your body twitches in release. the denied orgasms from earlier making this even more intense. 

“who said you could cum, slut?” satoru is able to tell from your moans alone. “you better not cum without permission.” he yanks suguru’s hair. 

“since someone wants to not be a good listener, we’re gonna give them what they want and make them cum so many times they regret it.” satoru looks at you with a powerful look in his eyes. 

he pulls out of suguru with a grunt and then grabs his hips to pull him out of you next.

“sugu’ you’re gonna take a break so you don’t cum and touch them while i take my turn with them.” 

suguru goes straight for your chest, mouth open as his tongue swirls around your areola and barely grazing your nipple. his other hand is doing a similar thing but the touch feels lighter. at the same time his mouth and fingers latch on to your nipples, satoru eases his way inside your warmth and rubs light circles around your clit. your mouth hangs agape and no sound can leave it. you already feel like you could cum again just from a light touch. 

satoru shifts his hips up ever so slightly and hits a spot you haven’t known of before. you’ve had your g-spot touched before but this was different, you couldn’t even begin to think about what it was at the moment, too focused on the constant bumping against that same spot. 

after a few more thrusts, another orgasm rushes through your body unexpectedly. satoru grabs your legs and rests them on his shoulders and leans down to fold you slightly. your hand is still idling by your clit so the deep and fast thrusts are making your arms shake and bumping into your pulsing clit. as soon as you reach the end of one orgasm, another over throws you again and your pussy is clenching so hard around satoru he has to slow down some or else he would’ve came. 

suguru pulls off your chest and kisses your cheeks, seeing how overstimulated you already were. you try to catch your breath while he does that and satoru comes to a still and is lightly massaging your thighs. you’re so sensitive though that just the touch of his large hands is still turning you on. he picks up on that quickly and replaces the light massage into a hard grip and ruts into you deeply. the sudden stimulation brings tears to your eyes as you can’t help but to continue to be loud. 

to try and get you to quiet down, suguru shuffles onto his knees to where his cock is now in front of your face. without a second thought, you suckle on the tip, collecting his precum. his taste is the classic bitter and salty but it’s not very strong so it’s not too bad. after getting a good taste and getting to adjust your mouth, you’re able to fit more of it in and do your best to move your head. luckily with satoru’s thrusts you have good momentum. 

satoru’s hands abandon your thighs but then instead go to your chest, squeezing it and pinching your nipples between his fingers while nailing your g-spot. muffled moans after muffled moans are heard vibrating around suguru’s length and it makes him grab the back of your head to bob it a bit faster. his movements are still a bit shallow so you can tell he’s getting close. 

“‘toru p–” a sharp moan leaves his mouth as you swallow around him, “please c-can i cum? please? oh fuck.”

you start to choke a little from not catching your breath and hope that satoru would say yes. instead he chuckles and says, “just a little longer.”

you whine in response, tears now falling down your face and start moving your hand faster on your clit. 

“oh fuck, you want me to leave it in you? want me to stuff you full of my cum?” satoru’s voice gets a little bit gruffer. 

you nod your head and moan louder intentionally so he could know that you want it. the lack of oxygen and the constant tingling stimulation makes you cream all over satoru’s cock again. the pulsing of your orgasm pushes satoru into his own and the vibrations of your moans over suguru’s cock also makes him shoot his load down your throat.

the two of them slow down their motions and pull out as they come down from their highs and you finally catch your breath. you can feel satoru’s cum oozing out of your sore hole and it feels like there was a lot. you see suguru manage to get up and grab a washcloth from his shower bag. he wets it under the sink and the two of them lovingly clean you up and ease you back down from your highs. they sit you up and give you one of their water bottles to sip out of.

“are you okay?” satoru asks as he pats your head. 

“mhm.” you barely let out because you feel as if your voice wouldn’t work anyways. 

“c’mon let's get dressed to go home and cuddle,” suguru caresses your cheek.

and you guys did exactly that…as well as a few other rounds. 

Eepygumi

the older brother >

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖘𝖊, 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

The camera shakes in his hand, but only a little. The blue light of his phone screen casts sharp shadows over your trembling thighs, your ruined panties tangled around your ankles.

“You’re gonna wanna see this later, princess,” he murmurs, breathless, adjusting the focus.

You’re sobbing. Your fingers claw at the leather seats, curling, twisting, legs shaking as your hole flutters helplessly around his cock. You can barely keep your knees apart, but every time they tremble too close together, he slaps them back open, making you jolt.

“There we go. Look at her. Look at this messy fucking cunt.”

His friends laugh from the front seats.

“Damn, Gojo, you weren’t lying.”

“That’s the same girl who called you a loser in the debate finals?”

Gojo clicks his tongue, angling the camera lower.

“Does she look like a winner to you?”

You choke on your sobs. Your walls spasm around him as his thumb presses down on your clit, rolling in lazy circles.

“Better answer, baby.” He grips your chin, forcing your tear-soaked gaze up to the lens. “C’mon. You’re so fucking smart, right? You’re always running that bitchy mouth in class. What happens when I do this?”

He slams his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper, making sure the camera catches the way your whole body lurches, mouth dropping open in a soundless cry.

His friends groan, laughing at your reaction.

“Holy fuck, she’s tight—”

“No wonder he never shuts up about her.”

Your nails dig into the seat, struggling to pull away, but it’s useless. The whole car shakes from how hard he’s fucking you.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” His voice is sweet, sing-songy. “My perfect little bitch.”

You sob, barely able to breathe between the brutal thrusts. You can’t get away from him, from the camera recording every humiliating inch of you, from his friends watching.

His fingers dig into your jaw.

“Hey. Eyes on me, baby.”

You don’t listen. Your head rolls back against the seat, mouth opening in ragged gasps as he bullies his cock deeper, the thick weight of him stretching your insides raw.

He laughs.

“Fine.”

The camera moves, the view shifting as he angles it down.

“Guess I’ll just film your slutty little pussy instead.”

Your walls squeeze down in horror, and he groans, fucking into you harder.

“Oh?” He grins. “You like that? You like knowing I’m gonna watch this later and jerk off to it?”

You shake your head violently, whining into the gag, but he just shushes you, kissing your temple mockingly.

“S’okay, baby. I’ll send you a copy.”

He laughs.

“Gotta make sure you never forget who you fucking belong to.”

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