Satoru and Suguru can't help but jerk it to their pretty little roommate - you.

You clearly think they're both gay - the way you run around in goddamn near next to nothing, kissing all up on their cheeks and giggling all the time. They've seen your tits, your ass, hints of your pretty cunt, to the point you're driving them fucking insane.

Even now you seem to think the two men can't hear your soft little whines as you finger your soppy little cunt, of course they do, just because they cuddle and jerk it together doesn't mean they don't want to fuck your holes </3 Clearly you don't know, that they each are spitting down on their pretty tips, both leaking pre, moaning softly as they stroke up and down.

"She's... so slutty, mnh," Satoru damn near whimpers, his head falling back, hearing your squelching cunt even through the walls. "M'gonna fuck her throat till she can't even talk."

"Nah, I'll do that first - hah," Suguru's hand wraps his cock as he twists it at the base, putting just enough pressure, his own eyes fluttering shut. "You can fuck her first."

"Was there a question? Of c-course I will, gonna fill her with so much cum... mnh..." he's imagining it now, running his thumb over his tip, not realizing you've gone quiet over there. "You can fuck it back into her."

"You can lick my cum from her," the thought of that has Satoru Gojo crying out, adam's apple bobbing as his head rests on that head board, when suddenly, the door cracks open.

"Oh," you pause now, seeing the two men you live with with huge, veiny cocks in hand, you had a feeling they may be gay but this definitely cemented the status. "I'm sorry I couldn't sleep..."

"We're not gay!?" They both shout it, you laugh softly, stepping inside, just a little crop top and panties - slutty as always.

"It's so cool dude, like seriously, I was... doing the same."

They pause and look at each other now, then back at you, Suguru smirks lazily, and Satoru's lips part, as they resume stroking themselves. Your body reacts, tummy clenching, dark spot forming where you're soaking wet.

"We could help each other out, right?" Satoru's words are soft, you look down to see his pink tipped cock just twitch. "C'mere sweetheart."

"But you two-"

"Come here," Suguru's a little more firm, you want to protest - you're not a homewrecker!? But when you're on their bed and stroking Suguru, with Satoru guiding your head down?

You sort of forget that statement.

Sucking Satoru Gojo as he whimpers, tasting his sweet pre on your tongue, hearing his little sucks of breaths, it's hard to remember that he must be in love with Suguru. Not when his pretty blue eyes just look at you like that, eerie even in the dark, fucking your throat with the messiest sounds, all while leaning forward, slipping two long fingers in your cunt.

You turn and spit on Suguru's cock now, tongue lapping it from the base, his hands grip your hair and pull, hips bucking up to fuck your throat until you can't think. Your thighs press together as you suck him down, his balls heavy and already full of cum, the two of them whispering your name.

"We're n-not gay," Satoru says again, Suguru snorts at that, looking down at you with lidded eyes. "Mnh, we love pussy."

"We do love pussy," Suguru agrees, you almost laugh, pulling up for just a moment, lips swollen from wrapping around their lengths.

"You all jerk off in the same bed?"

"And!?"

"Do you all kiss?"

"Just as practice," Satoru mumbles, you giggle again, leaned up on your knees, both cocks in your hands.

"You can practice with me if you want," Satoru snatches your face up and slams his lips, just a bit messy and unpracticed, tasting Suguru's cock on your lips. Suguru's kissing up your neck, letting you grind on one of his thighs until it's coated in your slick. "You're a good kisser, Satoru."

"Really?" You nod, he's grinning all cute, making your cunt clench as much as your heart flutters. You turn and kiss Suguru, clearly a bit more practiced, moaning softly as their hands each grip one of your tits, thumbs brushing on your nipples.

"So I wouldn't be a homewrecker if I..." you stroke them again, watching their lashes flutter shut.

"N-no, he's right," Suguru mumbles drunkenly.

"We were jerking it to your slutty pussy," your attention is back on Satoru, who's thumbing right near your clit - not quite there, but he's got the right idea. "Thinking of how we'll share you."

"Oh?" You're stroking faster, grinding on that thigh Suguru presses up for you, kissing each of them as Satoru eventually finds the twitchy little thing underneath your panties. "Tell me."

"F-first we'll fuck your mouth, your pussy, your ass," you giggle then, Gojo glares. "I'm serious."

"We'll split you in half," Suguru's words make your heart race, his fingers splayed on your bare tummy, eyes gone black as you stroke his twitching cock. "Ruin your holes, fill them with so much cum you can't think."

"That's hot Sugu," Satoru admits, blushing now and leaking even more pre in your hold.

"It is," you whisper, kissing Suguru again, making Satoru pout, yanking you back and earning your giggle.

"Till we can see ourselves moving inside you," fuck... you gasp at the little change in Satoru's eyes, the way he smirks a little more sure.

"That was hot Toru," you whisper, his patterns pushing you over the edge. Your eyes are rolling back, fluttering shut as you stroke faster, feeling them close. "Why don't you two cum for me?"

It takes just one more stroke and both of your roommates - who totally love pussy and apparently aren't gay - are busting ropes and ropes into your hands, so much it spurts all the way across your body.

Well, what a mess you are, but Satoru and Suguru make sure to clean you up, to lick every bit of cum from your body, all the white ropes that circle over your skin. They're being gentlemen after all - it's totally not gay if they like each other's taste. It's just what best friends do.

****

⋆˚꩜｡your boyfriend choso uses his blood manipulation technique to fuck you multiple times

cw; multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, brief m receiving oral ... improper use of cursed technique (yes this is inspired from tiktok!)

you’re already a mess beneath him, sheets twisted around your legs, sweat slicking your skin as choso drives into you with that relentless rhythm. his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the dim room. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come tonight—maybe three? four? but it’s not enough. it’s never fucking enough with him.

“shit, you’re so tight,” he groans, voice rough, breath hot against your neck. his black hair’s falling out of those stupid buns, strands sticking to his forehead as he fucks you deeper, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. you arch your back, pushing against him, chasing that high again even though your body’s screaming for a break. but you don’t want one. you want him to ruin you.

he’s close, you can feel it in the way his thrusts stutter, the way his abs tense under your fingers as you claw at him. “come on, baby,” you whimper, clenching around him on purpose. “give it to me.”

that does it. choso slams into you one last time, burying himself deep as he comes, hot spurts filling you up, making everything even messier. he collapses over you for a second, chest heaving, lips brushing your shoulder. but you’re not done. neither is he. you grind back against him, feeling him soften just a bit inside you, and whine, “more. i need more.”

he lifts his head, those dark eyes meeting yours—intense, almost feral. “yeah?” his voice is low, a smirk tugging at his lips. “you sure you can take it? don’t wanna go too overboard.”

“fuck yes,” you breathe, reaching down to stroke him where he’s still half-buried in you. he hisses, sensitive, but doesn’t pull away. instead, you feel it—that subtle hum of cursed energy, the faint metallic tang in the air. blood manipulation. his technique. he’s using it on himself, redirecting flow, pumping blood right where it counts. you watch his face, the concentration, the way his markings seem to pulse under his eyes.

and then—fuck—he’s hard again. instantly. throbbing inside you like he never came at all. “oh god,” you moan, eyes widening as he swells, stretching you anew. it’s unnatural, freaky as hell, but that’s what makes it so good. no waiting. just him, ready to wreck you all over. he doesn’t waste time. pulls out almost all the way, then thrusts back in hard, making you gasp. “like that?” he growls, starting up that punishing pace again. your pussy’s so sensitive now, every drag of his cock sending sparks up your spine. he’s thicker somehow, or maybe it’s just the overstimulation making everything feel amplified. you grab the sheets, knuckles white, as he fucks you into the mattress.

an. ᡴꪫ in honor of naoya finally being animated… have this old draft i had 4 the bastard <3 cw . ᡴꪫ naoya using his annoying lil wifey

you always have something to say.

“you never take the trash out.” “you forgot to call the plumber.” “why can’t you just help around the house for once, naoya?”

same tone. same damn lecture. every. single. day.

think of this as a lesson, one strong hand pushes your head down, the other already pulling his cock out—tip pressing against clenched lips. thick, heavy, flushed, and twitching with irritation. he’s so done listening. your knees ache, the hardwood beneath you molding creases into your skin, but that’s the last thing on your mind with the way naoya’s cock hits the back of your throat like it owns the space there. palms slick with sweat dig into his thighs, nails barely grazing his skin as tears stream freely down your cheeks. his laugh, so mean and mocking, rattles in your ears.

“thaaat’s it,” he coos, voice syrup thick with condescension, fingers tangled deep in your hair as he yanks your head back just enough to see your spit-slick lips stretch around him. “y’mouth’s only good for guzzling cock, not f’talkin’. yeah?”

his hips jerk forward, not bothering to give you time to answer--not that you could with the way his cock is bullying past your gag reflex, again. you choke and sputter around it, drool dripping from your chin in obscene trails, and naoya just, watches, groaning at the sight, his brows knitting with a smirk.

“look at you,” he murmurs, voice dipped in disdain as his thumb brushes your soaked cheek in a parody of sweetness. “suckin' this dick like pro, like a brainless whore. fuuuck, you could make a living doing this shit baby,”

he slowly pulls his throbbing spit slick dick out of your mouth. mercy? fuck no. just enough to hear the wet pop of your mouth before driving back in. “f-fuck…” he sputters, irritated when his dick hits the inside of your cheek instead of stuffing your throat full again. you gag when he repositions himself, throat fluttering around his leaking tip, nails digging deeper into his thigh.

“this is where you oughtta be, ” he spits, hips rolling slow and lazy as he uses your mouth. “my personal lil fleshlight, you need that don't ya? so you can finally shut the fuck up?”

you sob around him, cunt flutters with every word, slick making a mess beneath you, and he knows it. he feels the way your throat clenches around his dick.

“don’t need you talkin’. don’t even need you thinkin’,” he growls, tightening his grip in your hair, holding you still as he fucks into your mouth harder now, rougher, and so so cruel. “just need this pretty lil throat, n that cunt.”

tears mix with spit down your chin, chest heaving, lungs begging for air—but you don’t stop. you can’t. not with how he’s fucking your mouth like it was made for this.

and he laughs again, in your face as you’re nodding along to his words.

“yeah, there she is,” naoya mutters, almost fond. “my nasty little fuckpet. knew you’d settle right into your place eventually. look so fuckin’ pretty like this,, throat stretched wide with dick, actin’ like a hole instead of a headache.”

he grinds in deep, hips flush to your face, and stays there. you squeal, hands flying up to slap at his thighs, but he just tuts.

“you’ll take it,” he growls, breath shallow as he grinds his pelvis against your mouth. “take every fuckin’ drop i give you, just like the cum hungry little whore i know you can be.”

plug!choso eats you out till you squirt ᰔ

yet again, another one of your plugs upped his prices like crazy. you were getting sick of this, every single plug decided to unreasonably increase his prices for weed. 75 dollars for 3.5 grams? outrageous.

and every time you tried to negotiate, they wouldn't listen – too money hungry to care about your problems.

you couldn't find anymore plugs, and now your deprived. you couldn't take the feeling of not being able to smoke a blunt or two after a stressful lecture, not being able to feel the comfort of a high after your professor graded you like you slimed his wife.

then a miracle came, 

your new, emo, incredibly hot plug.

choso kamo.

his prices weren't too unreasonable, but after spending a fortune on new textbooks, and your next paycheck not coming till next week – you were desperate for a gram after a stressful project. 

so you begged and begged for a gram for free on snap, and he was hesitant, he was also running low on money. until you pulled up to his dorm unannounced, on the verge of crashing out. saying you'll do anything for a couple of grams for free. he felt bad, so he let you in. 

“okay okay ill- mmph!” he was about to say you would get some for free if you help him with school, but you kissed him before he would even finish. too desperate and delirious to even realize he was going to agree with you, plus, you just wanted to kiss him.

he melted into the kiss almost immediately though, deepening the kiss and gripping onto your waist. he backed you up onto the bed, laying you onto it gently – never breaking the kiss. he only broke it for a second or two to pull your shorts down and off, then immediately went back into the kiss. 

he trailed one of his hands down your body and between your thighs, feeling the damp spot on your underwear. 

“fuck your so wet.. just from some kissing?” he broke the kiss to say, his voice strained and deepened with need.

“s-shut up..” you said, completely embarrassed from getting wet this easily. 

he chuckled, "don't be embarrassed, its cute.” he said with complete sincerity

your face flushed at the compliment, “just hurry…” you urged, not wanting to hear him say another thing about how embarrassingly wet you were for him. 

he chuckled again, “ill make you feel good i promise, just be patient mkay?”, you nodded.

he kissed, nibbled, and sucked at your neck. leaving an array of marks across the flesh. he finally lifted off your shirt, leaving you clad in your bra and panties as he continued to make his way down your upper body  – leaving a trail of marks as he went.

he finally arrived between your legs – kissing, biting and sucking on the flesh as well. 

your breath hitched, the sensation a bit ticklish. 

he started to lick at your clothed core, groans leaving his mouth at the taste. 

you whined, “c-choso what are you doing” 

“shhh baby let me enjoy you please”, he said, not even bothering to lift his head from between your thighs. 

he finally pulled your underwear off after what felt like forever, immediately diving into your bare cunt. his mouth latching onto your clit, sucking and licking the sensitive nub. you moaned shakily, throwing your head back – your hand gripping his hair, thighs trembling around his head. 

“f-fuckkk that feels s-so good” you whimpered. he hummed in response, still not moving from in between your thighs. 

you were already close – your eyes on the verge of rolling back, breaths quickening and hitching, voice getting louder and higher. he didn’t let up, in fact he sucked even harder, sticking a finger inside your cunt and curling it just right.

you came from that almost immediately, eyes rolling back, your entire body shaking, juices gushing onto his face. 

even then, 

he still didn't stop eating your pussy. sticking another finger inside you and curling it, pumping them in a come hither motion right on your sweet spot. 

“ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygoddddd~!” ,you repeatedly whimpered, already close again from the continued stimulation. 

he still didn’t stop even as you squirmed and trembled, when finally your orgasm crashed over you. you squirted all over his face and fingers — eyes rolling back, back arching off his bed. 

he finally pulled back, shocked, with your juices all over his face. but he had a smile on his face, meanwhile, you were completely mortified.

“h-holy fuck i’m so sorry.” you said, covering your face in utter embarrassment. he removed your hands from your face as he crawled back up your body. 

“no need to be sorry at all, i liked it.” he said, smiling at you. your juices still on his face. 

“oh my god choso wipe your face please!” you exclaimed, embarrassment increasing even more. 

“oh yeah forgot about that” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “you taste really good though” he smirked.

“thanks…” you muttered, still embarrassed.

“just so you know, before you kissed me i was gonna say that i would give the weed to you for free.” 

“…”

© strwbrrybbyi 𖦹 all rights reserved | no, plagiarism, modifications, reposts, or ai feeding.

SATORU and having his face sat on for the first time.

it started with a "let's try something new" from you, and always ended with satoru's full interest. because it involved his tongue in your cunt. what's not to love?

(and by let's try something new, it came out more like a, "your face would make a pretty chair, just saying." he popped a boner right then and there)

˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓘.𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ wants to study your pussy for her anatomy exam :: best friend!shoko :: oral

“remind me again what you're studying?”

“anatomy of the vulva.”

shoko said it so easily. like she wasn't your best friend. like her soft hands weren't spreading you open on her sofa. like she wasn't crooking a lean finger into the corner of your panties and pulling them flush against your slowly soaking slit.

chewing on your lip, you braced a hand on the arm of the sofa. nails digging into the fabric as you tried to distract yourself from the sly stroke of her thumb along your folds.

you gulped. “i-is that apart of your studies?”

“mhhm.”

her purr sent a shiver down your spine. your thighs quaked as she peeled your drenched panties down. slowly. tentatively. like she was unweaving your sanity along with it.

your heart fluttered like a bird. and when she laid a kiss to your cunt? you sang like one too.

“shoko—” you gasped, a hand nestling into her brunette tresses. she paused her thumbs pulling your folds away to part your pussy. looked up through thick, batting lashes and big doe eyes.

then smiled. tilted her head.

“is this okay, doll?”

your breath hitched. your answer dripped from your greedy centre in a sticky string that had her exhaling shakily.

“fuck,” she mumbled. “please just—”

“yes.”

and it's all she needed to dive right in. lips pressing messy kisses up your quivering slit until she reached her destination. a wet smooch greeted your clit. slow, tender, then oh so depraved as her lips locked around the throbbing bud and sucked down. hard.

shivers burst into heat. consuming your nerves and tossing your body into an arch. “hngh!” you scrambled for her hair. bucked into her face. “sh-sho— fuck, shoko right there.”

she listened. she always did.

her cold rings squished into your flesh as she squeezed your thigh and strung it over her shoulder. yanking you into her slow, greedy mouth as she dragged its suctioning sin down your wet trail.

loud, messy, yet undeniably reverent. her tongue sought worship rather than research against your buttery pussy. delving in and drinking whatever you gave her as her hands roamed your thighs. pulled you closer. yanked you to her.

“hngh— f-fuck,” you fisted her hair. “still— still studying?”

“uhuh,” she slurred. then slurped. parting with your arousal webbed from her glossy lips to your cunt. “studying exactly how to make this pretty pussy cry f'me.”

another smooch to your clit. then a suckle right below the hood while two fingers drowned in your slick. swiping and stroking until they prod at your slit.

only then did you notice they were the only two on her hands that were trimmed.

as she fucked her fingers to the knuckle into your dripping heat, she hummed on your slit. a soft song. your favourite song. her fingers matched the rhythm. fuck. your eyes went rolling.

“sho— sh-shoko— fuck I'm. . . I'm gonna—”

“yeah?” she crooned. you made the mistake of looking down at those bambi eyes that could melt into a siren's oh so simply. “lay it on me, babydoll. you can do it,”

you hiccuped as her fingers curled. stroking perfectly at the spot that sent your hips into a bucking frenzy.

“theerrreeee you go, there's my girl.”

she laughed into your clit. lips pulling and sucking down just enough to topple you over the edge. spiral you into a messy, mindless pleasure as you creamed all over your best friend's face.

in the haze of your orgasm, her fingers fucked faster. her words spilling like a fountain of praise and filth as she nuzzled into your clit.

but your spinning mind could only focus on one phrase.

my girl. she said.

yeah, you wouldn't mind being her girl if she ate your pussy like she was getting graded for it.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato.

Nerdjo this Nerdjo that HEAR ME OUT ON NERDCHO!!

Another great fact i love about nerdcho is that HE GETS SHY EASILY. Kissing makes him melt, every. Single. Time. Its like he is in heaven, but when you pull away, he is dropping his head against your shoulder, hiding his face against your neck to not let you see his flushed face, Even holding his hands in public gets him shy, so what happens when you are riding him if he is this shy??

'please—" he whines under you, his voice barely a whisper, its so pitched like he is in the verge of cumming but he is not even close, cause you are just getting started. He covered his face with his hands, as he breathed heavily, "theres nothing— anymore, i cant— its too much!" You ran your fingers down his chest as you plunged down on him once again, the sound of your skin slapping down on his was so harsh, that he let out another desperate whimper. "Cho, you have— to look at me. " You rolled your hips, feeling him twitch deep inside you as you said those words.

"fuck, fuck—! Im—" before he could say anything more you are already pushing yourself off of him, his cock standing erect and glistening full of your slick, "im not letting you cum until you look at me, cho. I know you want this." You continued teasing his tip against your entrance, and he would try and thrust his hips forward into the air hoping to feel you around him again. But you are playing this your way. "Go on, show me that face" you said, still keeping him on that edge and patiently waiting for him to uncover his face. You grinned when he slid his hands down his face, and ohh god, you could drink down that lewd face of his

His glassy eyes that looked up at you, with tear marks over the sides of his face, cheeks all flushed from the obvious crying, brows frowned as if he is bout to cry again and the drool streak sliding off his lips and chin, his dark hair all tangled and spread out on the pillow. The second he put both his hands on the sides of his head, you dropped your thighs down on him hard as his cock thrusted into the deepest part of your pussy, you didn't fail to hold down both of his hands on either side to the bed as you moaned into his mouth, finally getting to see his face as he just whined weakily into yours as he poured loads and loads of cum into you.

Naoya, if anything, is prideful.

So when, during your first meeting, you huffed under your breath that you doubted a smug little worm like him could make you cum, he had to prove you wrong.

What Naoya didn't expect was that asking his cousin Toji to give him some pointers for his wedding night would turn into a full, hands-on demonstration.

"AYE! Ya seein' this?" Toji barks, sweat dripping from his brow as his hips slam into you, his thick cock punching into your guts for the umpteenth time. 

Noaya nods dumbly, blinking down at you.

Sprawled out beneath Toji, your legs shaking, a mess of drool and smeared lipstick as you mewl uncontrollably. Bleary eyes fluttering, only the whites visible as your pupils remain lodged in your skull.

Naoya is utterly mesmerized by how just a few rough strokes turned your haughty remarks into slack-jawed moans. 

From defiant brat to complacent dripping slut in mere seconds. 

Naoya's own sweat slicked palms hold your trembling ankles up, spreading you wide for Toji's access and also wide enough so he can see a bird’s eye view of everything—and fuck, was your slutty cunt a delectable sight—you'd make him such a good wife by how obediently your swollen, weepy pussy clings to Toji's cock training you. Your hungry pussy so greedily sucking Toji back in the second his thrusts have him pulling out.

"The bitchy ones are the messiest—remember that for next time, kid. Gotta have a towel ready f'er 'em." Toji says it like an afterthought, although it's too late now, your sticky drool, squirt and probably piss too is practically everywhere.

Toji hoped you weren't thinking about passing down that pretty wedding kimono of yours as it's thoroughly stained with your creamy juices gushing down the crack of your ass in a vulgar mixture along with his nut.

Fuck—he probably shouldn't have cum in you so much but as long as you had a Zenin, Toji knew his family really didn't care whose it was. Thankfully too, he knew Naoya would be more than happy to raise it regardless, heh, he looked up to him so much the chump might even love it more if it was his. “Look here ” Toji mutters, smirking. “Even y'er runt ass can do this.”

Reeling his head back, Toji hawks and spits a thick loogie right onto your swollen clit, smearing it in as your slutty button throbs beneath the weight of his hand. “She’s already a fuckin’ fountain, but you can never get it too wet. Gives it a gud sting when ya—” Toji slaps your puffy clit hard. "Do this."

You twitch violently, your hips bucking up but Toji's powerful thrusts jackhammering into your cunt quickly fuck them back down to the floor. 

The flood of sensation has your tears finally breaking, running down your pretty cheeks, further ruining your bridal make-up to match the fucked out state of the rest of your body.

Although Naoya, for what it's worth, thinks you've never looked more perfect for him. Ruined. Compliant. Just how he expects his future wife to be for him and he is eagerly soaking up all of Toji's notes, watching your every reaction so he could do it, and do it better. 

He'd have all the time in the world to break you all on his own.

Naoya had always been a quick learner and you'd be his after this.

"Stop daydreamin' ya cuck!" Toji growls out, "Now just look at the way them cute lil’ tooties curl, fuckin' slut. She can't get enough. Bet she'd squirt if ya sucked on em a lil’ too."

The butt of Toji's heavy palm comes down on your clit again, harder this time, a squishy audible 'SMACK' echoing off the walls as Naoya's tongue experimentally slips between your manicured toes. "NRGHH! PUHLLEEASEE!" you cry desperately, thinking you just might go crazy from the pleasure. One of your hands pushes against Toji’s chest, the other scrambles for Naoya’s thigh as if begging for mercy from the overwhelming assault on your pussy and feet. It's too much, too good, too humiliating all at once and you think you just might die from it all. “Heh, yeah,” Toji snorts. “A lil' runner like ‘er definitely feelin’ it now. But she's y'er wifey, so ya gotta teach her to take it.”

Toji's dick slams into your womb for emphasis, your choked moans dribbling over your lips, coalescing with tears and spittle as the men above you turn you into the pathetic little mess they desired you to be.

Your mind finally blanks, overwhelmed with the one lingering thought of—

What kind of den of devils did you walk into by marrying into the Zenin clan?

In turn, Naoya’s nearly at his limit too.

You look so beautifully fucked out—eyes glassy, mouth parted, legs trembling—and he can still taste you on his lips. A hint of salt from your toes and the sweetness from the squirt that hit his face earlier still lingering on his tongue. He never thought merely watching you get destroyed would turn him on this much. But he can’t take it anymore. Jaw clenched, one hand starts to slip from your ankle, reaching down toward his waistband—

"Fuck ya doing, boy? Nuh-uh, none of that shit." Toji snaps, his senses from heavenly restriction alone alerted him but he's not even looking up either to confirm it.

He's also too entranced by the way your body is falling apart underneath him. Following the sight line of his visible dick print pounding into your tummy up to the view of  the sweat bouncing off your cute bitten up tiddies. More drops flying off the harder he ruts into you, room filling with the intoxicating musk of your well fucked-out cunt. “Better not catch ya tryin' to stroke that lil’ pecker while I’m graciously givin’ ya a lesson. This is about her pleasure. Watch and learn, runt.” Toji groans through his teeth as his thrusts start to falter, becoming heavier and more erratic. Something deep in his balls tells him this next load will knock you up for sure, but he doesn’t even consider pulling out. Hell, if he did put one in you he'd have the perfect excuse to keep fucking your pretty pussy after this too right up until it finished cookin’ in ya.

But, you are Naoya's wife, after all. Toji thinks his cousin has been a good student up until this point, Toji would throw him a lil' bone for his patience, he supposes.

"...tsk, hold her right ya lil' cuck and I might let ya have first go at her ass next. Gotta get that lesson in too." "Y-Yes, Toji-kun!" Noaya responds eagerly, swallowing thickly. 

Naoya feels his dick throb painfully in his pants, resisting the urge to rut into his own thigh like a dog in heat, more excited than he expected at the prospect of getting to fuck you at the same time as Toji.

However, you just continue to whimper, thighs trembling harder as the men above you speak like you are not even in the room despite being the object of their lust as you are used like a fancy fleshlight they are breaking-in.

The threat, no—the promise—of being tag-teamed by both men makes your cunt pulse, clenching tighter around Toji’s cock, as you cum in erratic spasms of ecstacy, nearly causing Toji to bust in you. Toji is a goner regardless and his hips manage a few final pulses before another wave of vicious white paints your walls.

“Whew…” Toji exhales, chest heaving as his muscles twitch and his hips give one last lazy thrust—burying the final creamy dredges of his release deep inside you. 

He pulls out with a wet pop to view, your pussy fluttering so obscenely around nothing, legs still stretched wide by Naoya’s tightening grip (who, by the look of him, is about to burst too).

With a smug grin, Toji finally locks eyes with you—addressing you directly for the first time—as he rather gently brushes a sweat-damp strand of hair from your face.

"Heh, welcome to the Zenin family, ma."

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gojo gets clingier the more he 🥜s

satoru rubs his aching tip against your clit, letting all his cum glaze over your folds. knees pinned to your sides, you watched him shiver with pleasure above you. “fuckk baby” he couldn’t help but get more excited at the sight of you looking so pretty and stuffed. you were starting to remind him of those sweets he’d enjoy on his free time— everything about you, from head to toe satoru found so delicious.

the sight of satoru losing his mind inside you kept you feeling all warm and wet down there. you gently pressed down on his tip putting more pressure on your clit. you move your hips up and down in desperation, “toruu, i wanna feel all of you.” you fake cry, it didn’t take much for him to fold for you. satoru would always spoil you, in or out of the bedroom.

he doesn’t even know when he started crying. might’ve been when you made him take his shirt off. might’ve been when you told him to kneel. might’ve been the second he looked in the mirror and really saw himself—cock leaking all over your hand, breath hitching every time you gave a cruel little twist of your wrist, mouth hanging open like a fucking idiot. he doesn’t look powerful. doesn’t look like the guy everyone else sees. no smirk. no bark. just flushed cheeks and glassy eyes and a pathetic twitch in his thighs every time you whisper something low behind him.

you don’t say much. you don’t need to. it’s in the way you breathe against his neck, slow and patient, like you’re enjoying this more than you’ll admit. it’s in the way your fingers stay wrapped around the base of his cock—tight enough to keep him from even thinking about cumming but not tight enough to hurt, not really. you make him feel it. every second. every stroke. every time you remind him to keep looking at himself.

“don’t look away,” you say, quiet, like a warning, but not cruel. just tired, like you’re sick of telling him things twice.

his throat bobs, adam’s apple jumping, and you see it reflected there in the mirror—how hard it is for him to keep eye contact with himself when he looks like this. flushed and glassy-eyed, lips swollen from biting back too many sounds, the edge of a tear sitting stubborn in the corner of his eye.

his cock jerks in your hand when you squeeze again, dragging your thumb across the slit like you’re trying to smear shame into his skin. he breathes out a little sob when you twist your wrist and lean closer, mouth brushing behind his ear, the way you always do when you want to unravel him completely.

“is that really how you look when you beg?” you murmur, and he shudders like it’s the most painful thing you’ve said all night. “no wonder i laugh at you.”

he grips his thighs to stop from rocking forward, from fucking into your hand like he wants to, and his eyes flick down, just for a second.

it’s hot out. the kind of heat that sticks to your skin and makes the city feel irritated with itself.

you’re perched on the hood of sukuna’s car while he’s inside the convenience store, legs swinging slightly, popsicle already melting faster than you expected. cherry red. sticky. sweet. you bite into it at first, impatient, then slow down once the cold hits your tongue.

you don’t notice him watching at first.

sukuna stops just outside the automatic doors, keys in hand, drink forgotten. his eyes lock on you without warning, jaw tightening so hard it almost looks like it hurts.

you tilt your head, distracted, and drag your tongue along the side of the popsicle to keep it from dripping down your wrist. slow. careless. not thinking about anything except the heat.

sukuna thinks about everything.

the way your lips part. the way your tongue presses flat, then curls. the way your wrist twists slightly like you’re used to being watched.

“jesus fucking christ,” he mutters.

you glance up. “what?”

he doesn’t answer right away. just walks over, bag crinkling in his grip, eyes dark and sharp like he’s pissed at the sun for existing.

“you do that shit on purpose?” he asks.

“do what?”

he stops in front of you, close enough that your knee brushes his thigh. his gaze drops to your mouth again, unashamed. he swallows once.

“that,” he says. “with your mouth.”

you look down at the popsicle, then back at him. “i’m eating.”

“like you’re tryna fuck me up,” he says low. “you got any idea how that looks? looks familiar."

you lick your thumb where it’s gone sticky, slower this time. not to tease. just because it’s annoying.

his hand lands onto the hood beside you.

“princess.”

you raise a brow. “what.”

“don’t play dumb,” he says. “you’re sittin’ on my car, suckin’ on a popsicle like that, and you’re gonna act surprised when i’m halfway to losing my goddamn mind?”

you laugh softly. “you’re dramatic.”

“i’m hard,” he says flatly. “there’s a difference.”

your breath catches despite yourself. “not my problem.”

his mouth twitches. “you keep tellin’ yourself that.”

you take another slow pull from the popsicle, eyes on him the whole time. cherry stains your lips. you don’t miss the way his grip tightens.

“you're always pissed.” you ask.

“mostly by you,” he says. “you piss me off.”

he reaches out, thumb brushing your lower lip without asking, smearing sugar across your skin. his touch lingers just long enough to make your stomach flip.

then he leans in and licks it off.

slow. deliberate. tongue dragging over your lip like he’s claiming something, like he wants you to remember exactly how it felt. he pulls back just as easily, swallowing, eyes locked on yours.

“fuck,” he mutters. “that really does look familiar.”

you swallow. hard.

“you’re gonna get that all over my seats,” he adds quieter.

you smile. “you let me do worse.”

“yeah. that’s the problem.”

for a moment neither of you move. heat. sugar. tension sitting thick between you. then he straightens like he needs space before he does something stupid.

“finish it,” he mutters. “then get in the car.”

you hop off the hood, passing him close on purpose, brushing your shoulder against his chest.

“you good, ryo?”

he watches you walk around to the passenger side, "no,” he says. “but you knew that.”

and when you close the door and buckle in, he drives slower than usual.

not because of traffic.

because he can’t stop thinking about your mouth and last thing he wants is to crash.

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sukuna accidentally eats an aphrodisiac !

"what in fucks name have you done to me, brat." sukuna accuses you mid thrust.

it was an honest accident. you were trying to play a silly little prank on him. dosing each cookie with a bit of aphrodisiac. he was only supposed to eat one cookie to feel the effects! you didn't expect him to eat half of the batch.

so here you were, suffering the consequences of your own actions. your poor hole has been getting abused by his hard cock relentlessly. he has you laying on your side, with one leg hooked over his shoulder while he plows into you.

"a-accident! was an accident, kuna!" you wail.

"you don't accidentally drug your boyfriend, fuckin' hell." he grits his teeth.

his arm latches around your thigh, gripping onto the plush flesh. his hips move frantically, like he's chasing relief that's nowhere to be found.

"s'not my fault y-you ate so many cookies." you cry out between thrusts, trying to clear your name.

"haah? are you seriously trynna blame this on me?" he says incredulously. his hand roughly smacks at your left breast and then he squeezes it harshly for good measure. sukuna has been taking it easy on you the whole time, but that comment ticked him off.

his pace becomes rough, thrusts are sloppy. it's animalistic, the way he's rutting balls deep into your syrupy cunt. your leg is dropped down and your body is turned to lay on your back. missionary style with sukuna is usually when he's feeling somewhat sweet, however. this is anything but that. his hands sneak behind your body, roughly grabbing onto your asscheeks and pulling you forward with every thrust.

"god, i'm so fuckin horny. tight cunts suckin' me in sooo good." he slurs his words. half because he's pussy-drunk and the other half due to the aphrodisiac fog in his brain.

your pussy stretches around his thick cock, leaking with every movement he makes. even though he's being rough, you can't deny the pleasure you're feeling from this. your head lolls back and your lower stomach begins to tighten up. you climax in the arms of sukuna, who fucks you through your orgasm.

he follows suit. his balls tighten and twitch and his body jerks forward. he thrusts into you with fervor as he chases his high. he spills his seed into you, deep and hard. he pulls out of your gummy walls only to be shocked.

"how the fuck am i still hard?" his hands grip at his pink hair, frustration coursing through his body. he thought that after thoroughly fucking you, the effects would wear off.

you slowly inch up on the bed, scooting away from him as you watch his angry cock twitching for relief.

his angry eyes immediately lock onto you, his hand snatches your ankle and drags you back towards him.

"oh no. no, no no. you're not going anywhere until this gets fixed." he says while pointing down at his dick.

you sigh and brace yourself. it's gonna be a long night.

the time has come.

the week toji hates because he’s forced to keep his hands off you for most of it. your period.

it’s not like he’s against getting his sword bloody. you’re the one who’s always talking about how it’s ‘gross’ and ‘it smells’.

“i keep telling you, baby, it’s not gross,” toji murmurs against your stomach, pressing a gentle kiss just below your belly button.

“it totally is! it’s— it’s dirty blood, not even normal blood!” you exclaimed, threading your fingers through his hair.

he groaned softly, head inching lower as he continued leaving kisses. “not dirty if it’s coming from you.”

you watch nervously, but your pussy’s throbbing harder than it has in a while. then, he does something that has you squeaking in embarrassment.

he presses his face against your crotch, before inhaling.

“what the hell, toji? that’s—!”

“mm, smells like… coins.”

you deadpan at his words, the shame fading away instantly. “are you serious? out of everything you could have said — that just turned me way off.”

he laughs, voice deep and husky that it has your hole clenching around nothing, “how’s that bad? you know i like money, baby.”

a rough finger pad rubs against your clit through your clothes, making your hips buck up as a pathetic mewl escapes your lips.

he pulls away for a bit, before tugging his sweatpants down until his cock sprang out — hard, heavy, and leaking. “just relax for me. they did say orgasms helped with cramps, no?”

well, it’s safe to say period sex’s ticked off toji’s bucket list.

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"Baby—babyyyyyyyuuuuhhhhhh, fuuuuuuckmmeeee."

That's the sound of your touch-starved enemy-turned-secret-boyfriend, Satoru, purring through a perspective-changing orgasm that you brought over him by simply rubbing your warm pussy back and forth across his clothed cock and stroking at his undercut—and I'm telling you, like, the instant your fingertips scratched over the back of his neck, he burst.

It's been too damn long; the higher-ups keeping you two apart by employing Gojo Satoru on mission after mission with hardly an end in sight, working him to the bone. They knew you two had something going on, and hated it. It had to be stopped immediately. Thought they could pry apart two fated lovers—but nuh-uhhhhhh, baby; nothing could pry Satoru or his raging dick off of you. Not even long, arduous missions.

Sexting in-between hastily executed exorcisms could only sate his monstrous sex drive to a point. It wasn't nearly enough. He needed you in his arms again, balls deep and lip locked, fuckin' each other's brains out 'till dawn like you used to before the grouchy old men got tipped off about what happened between the strongest sorcerer and the cruelest curse user which he was, um... supposed to have 'taken care of' a while ago now.

But instead, he was creaming that pie on the regular. Oops.

Now it was after midnight on New Years, when Satoru finally managed to tumble back into the safe warmth of your apartment on the other side of Tokyo.

This poor overworked man—oh god—he practically caved into you the moment he felt your forbidden touch once again, crumbled into your warm kisses like a cookie in hot milky tea. Kissed you sloppily, downdowndown until he was kissing at your chest like a pathetic yearner.

He mumbled a million incoherent sappy things into your cleavage while toying with your breasts with his two hands, which have now become yet more calloused after such violent and rough work.

Tweaking at your nipples through your clothes, digging his hard-on into you while he was busy proclaiming about how him and Mini-Toru missed you most ardently, tone suggesting that he was reciting poetry but this man spoke in Smutlish exclusively.

"Baby, I neeeeeeeed to feel you on top of me... please. It's all I've been thinkin' about..."

Aaand then you were in his lap and moaning within, like, a two minutes of seeing him again.

Satoru had a big, cocky smile plastered on his face, as he relished in the sight and sensation of his baby rubbing up on his aching lap, boner raging beneath his pants.

It was wrong, yes absolutely it was wrong and that's probably what made him get so hard in the first place. Because he was a saint on the surface but a bad boy at heart. He'd been warned several times by the higher ups not to see you again—as if he'd listen; he's a spoiled brat who's gotten whatever he wants, whenever he wants it; and he if anyone can fuck his enemy behind the higher-ups backs and still get away with it, because what could they actually do? If they'd kill you, he'd kill them, anyways... ahem.

"Uhh, uhhh..." he sniffles all sobby against your skin, "F-fuck... I missed you, I missed you so badly, baby—my sweet, sweet baby..." his hot tip throbs, leaky.

"Ohhh, pretty boy, I know, I know..." you cooed at his forehead, rocking your hips in tandem with him, weighing down on his pulsing cock. "Just can't get me out of your head, can you?"

"Impossible," he whines, lips chasing yours, "you know I'm fuckin' obsessed. You did this to me. You broke my will."

"Mhm, I did... and you love it."

That's when you slipped your fingers up the back of his neck. And he came. Hard. Like, breathlessly. You've neverrrr seen him cum instantly before; he's usually the kind of guy to coax his orgasm out slowly, to savor it. Except for the times he had to be quick about it, those trysts on rooftops where he slipped in and out at godspeed and pressed a hard kiss on your lips before vanishing.

But now he needed you badly.

He's messy; tie slackened around his marked up neck, collar of his cotton white shirt split down the middle—hair sticking up like white devil horns.

Infinity permitting you past, arms snaked around your waist as he quivers under your weight, Satoru conceals his sobby reddened face in the sanctuary of your chest while he accidentally creams his very expensive suit pants.

You groan above him, smothering him in your cleavage as his hips desperately roll circles up into you, chasing every drop of cum out of his thick cock.

"Holy shit..." he gasps, like you just wrung him dry—but it's just a little dry humping, surely nothing to cum about, right?

Wrong. It was not just dry humping. You unlocked the krabby patty secret formula of how to make the strongest nut the hardest; just tickle at the back of his neck, right over that soft and prickly razed undercut where he's the most sensitive, and BOOM... he's spurting. A lot. Like. You've never met a man before who's given you such big loads. He's a freak of nature beyond just having the six eyes; this weirdo cums like he's got six sets of balls.

He trembles under you.

"Oh, Satoru... my pretty boy, what's wrong?" you tease, tickling at his hair a little more, fingertips teasing up and down the back of his neck.

It makes him shiver and swan against you, "Fuck—you know what you did, don't act dumb." he grits, hips jerking through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"Do I?" you continue teasing, squeezing down on him so tightly it pulls an exhausted moan from his throat.

"Baaaby... god, y'fuckin' teasin' me..."

He pulls away, revealing this way too cute expression of a man who's so soft-hearted for you. Got that post-orgasm glow that no skincare can achieve, only sex. His puffy parted lips just beg to be kissed so of course, you must indulge.

Satoru's eyes roll back the moment your lips hit his lips, sweet taste your breath getting him so intoxicated that he starts bucking and rolling his hips into you with the awkwardness of an unpracticed virgin—did this orgasm factory reset your boyfriend...? What happened to him?!

"Fuck." he groans hard, "I need you to pull on my hair when you ride me. As hard as you want—yank on it."

"Satoru... you're so kinky. And here I thought you were my sweet vanilla boy."

"Just pull my hair damnnnn!!" he cries out, squirming his legs under you, cock pulsing and crying pre.

So you do. You pull Satoru's hair. Hard.

"Fuck!" he moans out, "Pleaseuhhhn—"

His pleas got stronger, louder, the moment you lifted off him an pushed your panties aside—licked his lips like he was about to get served an eight course meal. I mean the smell hit his nose and this slut rolled his eyes about it, then rolled them harder when you sloppily tore open the front of his pants.

When he sinks into that familiar plush heaven of wet warmth, he throws his head back. Satoru holds onto you like a lifeline, brows knitted together in worry like your grip is gonna pull his cock off or something—your pussy had him stressing.

Yanking on his pretty white hair, your fingers locked tightly in it making an absolutely mess of the sluttiest strongest sorcerer until he's just a sloppy series of moans under you, staring up admiringly at your bouncing breasts and moony-glow face as you fuck him quite genuinely to tears.

"You cryin'?" you smile down at him, "So sweet."

"... yuhhh 'm fuckin' cryin', how can I be normal about this pussy—don't stop, keep going, or I'll fuck you myself, on the floor."

"Fuck! Satoru!" you gasp.

"That's it; fuck, yes, cum all over me. Make a mess out of me."

He licks his teeth, savoring the pretty sight of your juicy pussy gushing for him. He shoves himself as deep as he can go, blissing out on the ecstasy of your spasming pussy wringing him from base to tip.

He cums so deeply it has you gasping against him.

Panting, sniffly and all, Satoru babbles;

"IloveyouImissedyou."

"So dramatic, Satoru."

He cries out, "WOMAN! Ma dick was nearly falling off, that's how much I missed you."

"Okay. I get it."

You release a big sigh as this silly man starts wiggling his hips up into you. But he looks so good, eyes glossy and clouded from the high, pleading so sincerely to take and reclaim what he missed the most—his enemy's pussy.

Satoru's fingers harshly dent into the plush of your hips. He's got zero intention of letting go.

"Can't stop now, needa catch up on all the creampies I missed."

Just like that, you ride your boyfriend into the new year, well after the last fireworks have gone off, 'till dawn breaks because this clingy motherfucker doesn't let go until you've milked every last I Missed You out of his weeping cock.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤan ──── first post of the year and i've already made gojo cry 😼 this is good, very good. sorry if this is a mess. i wrote it too damn quick and knowing me i will get too excited and post it before giving it one last review and then hurriedly review it when it's already published. anyways. happy new year, hoping for an orgasmic one 😘

“You been letting other men touch this pussy?”

Delirious, you answer with a garbled no.

Toji’s chuckle is mean and condescending, and the dastardly sound shoots straight to your pulsing clit. You cream even more around his massive cock, which stretches you out beyond imagination.

“’course not. This tight,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust!, “cunt,” thrust!, squelch!, squeeeelch!,“only wants me, doesn’t it?” He looks down to where you’re sinfully connected, tongue wetting his bottom lip at the sight of the glistening white ring around his base. “Yeah, doll. Missed you too. Don’t worry, gorgeous -hngh, fuck- g-gonna take care of ya, alright? Sarge’s gonna fuck you real good. You want that, ma?”

“No,” you moan, ass rocking back into his pelvis, chasing the fullness. “Want Toji to fuck me.” A sudden whine escapes you; you swear his cock just got even bigger.

He hooks a thumb into your other hole, keeping you so full you can’t think of anyone but him. Toji drawls, “You got it, babygirl. Just don't be complainin’ when you’re too sore to lift a finger tomorrow.”

“Whatever, you’ll do everything for me anyway.”

Toji grins. “Damn right.”

His hips are relentless — pummelling into your pussy with no mercy, no respect, no consideration for how many orgasms he’s already rammed out of you. Nothing matters more to him than feeling every part of your body, both outside and inside: not the fact that you’re both drowning in sweat, not the stickiness of your combined juices, and especially not the creak in his bones warning him he should be resting, not fucking his wife into the next year.

Reunion sex always turns out like this: rough and messy and ruled by pure, animalistic instinct. Making love and cuddling come later—when you’re too tired to keep your eyes open, when your stomachs are grumbling, and the light filtering through the curtains shifts from streetlight to sunrise.

Hickeys and bite marks litter both your skins. You love covering his new scars with them — something about pretending he hadn’t been somewhere terrifying, doing things he’d never be able to speak of to another soul again, wondering if he’d ever see you.

Most times, he tires himself out and ends up dozing off on your tits or your back, drooling and still balls-deep inside you. Sometimes, however…sometimes he overstimulates himself into an absolute emotional trainwreck.

“Oh god, baby,” he rasps, scarred lips grazing the curve of your neck, tasting the salt on your skin. “I missed ya. Missed you so -hah-fucking much. Thought I’d —fuck, loosen up for me, baby, gonna make me cum too soon— t-thought I’d lose my mind without you. You ain’t mad at me, are ya mama? Ain’t gonna leave, right? Don’t know -ngh- what I’d do without you, baby. God, never gonna -hic!- leave you again. Promise, gorgeous. Ah s-shit, gonna cum.”

Maybe he cries into your hair. Maybe he doesn’t. Whatever the case, he’s here. He’s home. And he’s holding you like you might slip away.

That's all that matters.

Yearner!Toji... an underrated art

one of the many, many benefits of having an alien for a boyfriend is his extra appendages!

you had been blissfully ignorant of their existence, having thought that though choso isn’t from this world, your anatomies were relatively similar. sure, his skin has a pearlescent hue to it, and his ears are sharp at the tips rather than rounded. but his lips, his hands, his body—everything else seemed exactly the same…

it’s when he has you caged beneath him—body pressed flush against yours, rolling his hips in steady, fluid strokes, cock stretching you open—that you quickly learn otherwise…

he’s gasping in your ear, moaning and warbling lowly, thin brows furrowed as he nips at your shoulder. “g-good.” he groans. “you feel…good .”

his teeth graze across your skin. not enough to break it, but enough to make you squirm. back arching into him.

and then you feel it.

something warm. viscous.