Suguru’s “are You The Strongest Because You’re Gojo Satoru Or Are You Gojo Satoru Because You’re

(srry for how much i had to postpone this, was on a war w my alter ego. The anon who requested this, i hope tht you are still alive, luv chu mwah + thanks for being patient ig 💀🫶🏼, but it's finally here now)

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husband!Gojo Satoru x pregnant!Reader

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" fluff, can i fondle them? Jus' a bit ? " he pleads,

a nickname he has been using ever since you started showing,

his one hand clutching onto the end of your dark blue silky button up which originally belonged to him, trying to take it off of you.

"Toru no, wait — " you cry from how the rough pads of his fingers were so needily rubbing and caressing your quivering nub through your thin baby pink lacy panties that was now, completely soaked from how oversensitive the pregnancy had made you. Your tiny hands were still holding onto the shirt that was on the verge of falling apart on the snap of just two more buttons, so desperate to cover up the big round swell of your six months old pregnant belly. You were so embarrassed at how much your body had changed that you were avoiding your husband's touches ever since your belly had started to grow.

But We both know, Satoru was a man who only had this much of patience left in him when he came back home to see his expecting wife on the couch, caught in a deep slumber while waiting for him, with nothing but his large blue button up night shirt on. It barely covered your fat round breasts, which were on the verge of spilling out, the swell of your belly so full !

" fuck .. my baby is leaking " he whines when he notices the wet patch of fabric that was starting to grow around the area of your nipples, kneading your clothed breasts which just to heighten his arousal, if not handful, was literally spilling out of his big palms, trying so desperately to unbutton your shirt all the way down which your small hands were trying so hard to stop him from doing.

Satoru cranes his head down to suck a mouthful of the area that was already wet, moaning at the feeling of your hard bud that were starting to feel so sore from the need to lactate.

"wanna see your belly s'bad— can my baby show me her belly, please?" he groans against your ear while his cold fingers push their way inside your panties, instantly being welcomed by the ropes of thin sticky liquid that connected your throbbing pussy to the lacy fabric.

Your head instantly gets thrown back, eyes dilating at the feeling of your husband's thick fingers slowly plunging inside your tight cunt that starts to tremble at the sudden stretch, the feeling so foreign after months of being untouched there.

In a desperate need of support your hands flies up to clutch onto Satoru's broad shoulders, who in turn, takes the chance to immediately start undoing the other two buttons.

You burry your hot face in his neck when the silk swiftly peels off of your skin, Your husband inhales a sharp breath at the sight of you being fully bare in front of him after so long,

" god .. " he shakily mutters to himself under his breath before diving his face in your big soft plushy breasts, taking a long shameless whiff of it before he roughly gropes and fondles them causing a trail of liquid to ooze out of your buds down to his palms.

" Toruuu, oh my — nngh ! " You yelp, biting down hard on your bottom lips at the sudden feeling of your husband's meaty tongue swirling around your extremely sore bud that starts to shoot the streams of warm white liquid in his mouth.

" shit —" He grunts, pulling his hands down and starting to unfasten his belt in a hurry as his mouth stays latched to your hard bud, needily drinking your sweet milk like it was all for him. Your head was so clouded you don't even realize him pulling away and sitting up on the couch, laying his back on it and planting his feet on the polished wooden floor before he pulls your heavy body up over his thick lap that laid manspread, earning a jolt from you,

Tremors running down your aching hips as your gaze finally locks with your husband's tired eyes, the ocean blue irises starring holes at your now complete bare body.

Satoru could feel his heart palpitating fast as he stared at the big swell of your belly, your round melons that drooped down from how full and heavy they were, the big sore buds perked up in the air still oozing milk which was now running down the soft slopes of your breasts. The man couldn't believe this was all caused by him.

Satoru almost wanted to coo at how small your shaky frame looked against his huge one regardless of all the pregnancy weight that you were putting on.

" fuck .. c'mere baby " he lifts your shaky body up easily in his toned arms, squishing your leaking breasts flat against his buff chest, brows knitting and eyes squinting as he tugs your panties aside and feels the sticky fluids of your pussy trailing down his long twitching shaft when he aligns himself to it.

he hasn't been inside you in so long, he was practically trembling himself at the curiosity of how it would feel to enter inside you, in this state especially.

Your eyes suddenly widens when you feel a small kick in your belly,

" Toru the bab — " you gasp as you suddenly feel a sharp spank on your ass causing them to jiggle and leave a stinging sensation after,

" am sure our lil bub won't mind being rocked a lil y'know " he whispers gazing up at you through his long snowy lashes while biting down the bottom of his lips, holding back a playful smirk.

" don't say thattt .." you whine, lightly hitting his chest making him chuckle which turns into a hiss soon after as he circles your hips, spreading your pussy juices all over the tip of his hot thick red cockhead.

" it's gon' be fine baby, will move really slow- I promise, " he keeps purring in your ears

You feel Satoru's fingers dig into the fats of your hips, keeping his gaze glued at the sight of his fat tip slowly stretching the folds of your cunt and forcing their way into the lubricating tightness.

"Oh— Oh fuck .. Fuck shit– baby so tight.. fuckkk ! " he moans, jaw falling slack and instantly throwing his head back at the feeling of how tight and swollen your walls had gotten while he continues to slowly slide you down on him, you cry when you feel his hips shudder under you from the pressure you were exerting on his twitching girth while his fat cock still continues to try shoving itself through the warm throbbing ridges of your gummy walls.

"Toruu.. no– too full—" you whimper, bottom lips jutting out and quivering at how your insides were starting to feel like they were gonna explode from how full you were.

"Sorry Baby — Jus a lil more please – its almost all in — " he pleads with you, leaning his head up to kiss and suck on the bottom lips of yours,

Satoru could feel his head getting light and dizzy when he feels your chubby ass finally being slumped down on his fat balls, his thick cock feeling almost suffocated at how tightly you were wrapped around him, and the way your fat breasts were jolting up and down in the air with each snap of his hips.

Your arms fly to wrap themselves around his neck while his own ones go to push and press your heavy breasts up together, eloping his warm mouth around both your perked up nipples as he starts sucking onto them at the same time. He tugs and pulls on them with his teeth, milking them all he could, turning you into his sweet little whiney wife that he was starting to miss so much.

Your aching back arches as the grip of your fingers on the locks of his snowy white hair tightens when he finally releases your swollen nipples with a 'pop' sound after swallowing a mouthful of your sweet milk,

His brows knits as he looks up at your heavy figure that was trying to bounce on his fat cock which was squirming inside of you,

" baby, you are melting my cock in there .. " he breathes shakily before snapping his hips roughly for the first time,

" babyy .. so f'cking pretty baby– shit, wish you can see yourself right now, fluff " he moans through his gritted teeth while repeatedly slamming his fat balls against your ass, the room echoing of both of yours dirty squelching and skin slapping noises as he continues to effortlessly make your body bounce on his long cock that was connected to your gapping cunt through the long shiny ropes of your juices whenever he pulled you all up and slammed you back down, constantly breaking the thin strip and creating a new one with each heavy bounce.

"ah fck- baby you are wetting yourself all over me" he looks down, feeling his balls tighten at the sight of your pussy gushing so much fluid that it was flowing down on the ridges of his hard abs and also wetting the fabric of the couch.

You can feel your pelvic muscles ache as the painfully thick head of his shaft kept pushing their way back into your walls to rub and grind against your cervix.

"To– ruu.. Hnngh! Cummin!" You cry as he gropes your thighs before he starts bouncing his own ones up and down with rhythm of your body,

"Fck– cum all over my cock fluff, Need your cum all over it ! " he pants feeling your walls tense up around him before your toes curl and you release a throaty moan, creaming all over his cock,

A white foam of ring appearing around his heavy shaft from where he had you wrapped around him.

"Love you s'much baby, carrying our bub so well" he keeps chanting the praises between the exchange of your sloppy kisses before dragging your hips closer to his pelvis and whispering

"Gonna have to fill you up jus' a bit more, baby" making you whine in defence, the bounce of his thighs starts to slow down as his hands move down to grope and tug at your ass cheeks,

He throws his head back on the couch and eyes squeezes shut, leaning down you kiss on his adam's apple earning a whiny moan from him when you intentionally squeeze your walls tighter, slowly feeling his warm seeds starting to get shot inside the depths of your cunt and painting your walls white. You start to squirm when you feel his cum starting to overflow out of your little hole but he holds you down till he completely empties his balls in you.

Satoru carries you to the bed, laying you down gently before jumping down next to you and shoving his face back into your big tits, trying to fall asleep on them.

Oh, he has fallen so in love with them.

He stops caressing your swollen belly when you speak up,

"Hope the delivery will go fine" You knew there was still some time left until your delivery. However, you still couldn't help but worry.

"Have a lot of sexual intercourse I say, it'll help your wife during labor"

Satoru's head was still ringing of what the doctor said in the call before he came back home today.

He quietly smiles, continuing to caress and draw random shapes on your belly,

"Don't worry honeypie, will make sure from now that our bub has a safe delivery."

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you drive satoru home after a night clubbing, but he's waayy too drunk to watch over his words. what happens when he makes a confession? will he regret it later....or not?

ɞ⁺ contains : best friend!satoru gojo x fem! reader, drunk satoru at fist, suggestions of drunk sex, slight mention of car crash, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (stay safe n wrap it up!), reader gets called baby, riding position, semi-public sex (satoru has maids)

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ɞ⁺ note : came back from the dead yayy. thank u @screampied for beta reading i was too tired to look at it another time skfjklsdjg,, n thank u @satoruwiki i had a stroke writing the dialogue

You never imagined Satoru could consume that much alcohol, truly, you didn't.

"Mmm... give me a kiss... just one..." your best friend mumbles, his words slurred as he collapses into the car seat. In that moment, you're immensely grateful you didn't indulge in as much alcohol as you had initially planned; it's evident he's in no condition to drive you home.

"Satoru..." you sigh, shutting the door to the driver's seat firmly. "Please, spare me."

The journey commences with a symphony of Satoru's complaints. He's a particularly whiny drunk, grumbling about the seatbelt, his discomfort in the car seat, and even about the moon, insisting it's following him. He just won't shut up, and you swear you'll poke his eye out. The street is shrouded in darkness, and you don’t own a driver's license; the last thing you need is an accident.

However, mercifully, he soon succumbs to a deep slumber, his face pressed against the cold windowpane.  You contemplate taking a picture to tease him with later, but ultimately decide against it.

When you finally arrive at his residence, the realization dawns on you that you have no means of getting home tonight. Summoning an Uber dressed in your current state past midnight doesn't strike you as particularly safe. Crashing at Satoru's seems like the more prudent option, unless he sobers up and offers to drive you home.

"'Toru," you poke his shoulder gently, "Satoru, come on, we're here."

It takes several attempts to rouse him, but when he finally stirs, he startles, nearly banging his head against the window in the process.

"Huh-?" He seems marginally more coherent now; hopefully, he can manage to walk on his own. "Where are we?"

"Your place," you reply wearily, fatigue seeping into your muscles, pleading for rest. "Come on, you spilled tequila all over yourself."

"Did you drive?" His bleary eyes narrow slightly, heavy lids drooping.

"No," you fib, "the car drove itself."

"Oh," he nods, a chuckle escaping you at his confusion. He appears on the verge of questioning further, but you beat him to it. Stepping out of the car barefoot, your heels abandoned in the backseat, you make your way to his side, opening the door.

"Come on. Can you walk?"

Satoru nods, lazily unbuckling his seatbelt and swinging his legs out into the open air. You wait outside the car as he lingers, half in, half out.

"Mm... you're looking real pretty, you know?" he remarks, causing you to roll your eyes, though a smile tugs at your lips.

"Stop that," you giggle, feeling bashful under his gaze. You remind yourself he's still intoxicated, which somewhat explains his behavior.

What catches you off guard is when his hands find their way to your legs, fingers trailing subtly over the back of your thighs. You almost gasp at the unexpected touch, his innocent gaze meeting yours.

"Stop what?"

His slender fingers tug at the hem of your short dress. "This has been bothering me the whole night, you know? Standing in my way."

"Satoru, you're drunk. Let's get you inside and—"

"Can't you feel it?" A frown mars his pink lips. "Are you that clueless? I've been trying to get with you for so long."

Your eyes widen, cheeks flushing with heat. You remind yourself that he doesn’t mean it. Heck, he probably doesn’t even know what he’s saying. So, you open your mouth to respond, but he interrupts by pushing himself up and out of the door, causing you to stumble backward.

"So?" Warmth seeps into the small of your back, his fingers tapping against the fabric of your dress.

You weigh the situation carefully. It's a tempting opportunity, one you've secretly hoped for, yet it doesn't feel right. Despite Satoru's partial sobriety, it's clear that proceeding would be a mistake.

"Satoru," you murmur, taking a step back to create some semblance of space between you. "We'll discuss this when you're sober, okay?"

Fortunately, the awkwardness doesn't linger as he quickly drifts back into slumber.

By the next morning, Satoru recalls nothing of the previous night's events. He's back to his usual self, waking you with a coffee and no questions asked about why you're still there. It's endearing, in its own way, despite his loud and sometimes obnoxious demeanor. You've known Satoru for so long that you've weathered worse.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks as you return from the bathroom, clad in his oversized T-shirt and shorts. He doesn't mind; in fact, he seems to relish the sight, finding comfort in your relaxed appearance.

"Yeah..." you yawn, covering your mouth with one hand while grabbing the warm mug with the other. "Couldn't leave this morning because someone had a bit too much to drink."

"Oh, please, I know you're just using that as an excuse to stay with me," he teases, smirking as you shoot him a glare. "It's obvious."

"Aren’t you cocky?" you retort, bringing the coffee to your lips. The brew is exactly to your liking, a detail Satoru always remembers. "You were so whiny last night, I swear. I should've brought Sugu’ along instead."

"You wouldn't have," he insists, persistent in his belief that you wanted to be with him, even when the night didn't unfold as planned. "Who could resist going clubbing with me? It's the ultimate experience. A million girls wish they had the chance."

"I know, they were all over you," you remark casually, setting your coffee down on the table in his spacious living room, fingers absentmindedly fixing your hair. He's taken aback by your words, vividly recalling the night's details. "You were such a whore. Every girl grinded on your dick. What an accomplishment."

A hint of unease crosses his features. It hadn't occurred to him that he'd been dancing with other women while you were there with him. And if he was with other girls... what were you doing?

His thoughts are interrupted by your sudden burst of laughter at his expression, likening him to a sad puppy. "Oh god, your face," you laugh, wiping away tears. "Relax, it was just a joke."

Gojo scoffs, feigning nonchalance as he looks away in embarrassment. "I knew it was a joke," he retorts defensively.

“Of course you did,” you scoff, rolling your eyes playfully.

“What else did I do last night?” Satoru's voice carries a hint of hesitation, embarrassed by his actions. “Did I say anything weird?”

Your breath catches in your throat, a pang of anxiety coursing through you as he seems almost convinced of his own folly. You silently pray he doesn't remember; there's no need to make things awkward for both of you.

“No?” You quirk a brow, “You just slept. You snore fucking loudly, by the way.”

He studies your face and you feign indifference, though the awkwardness hangs palpably in the air around you. He doesn't remember, you silently implore.

“So rude,” he tsks his tongue. The tension in the air dissipates as he teases you about your comment, and you both share a laugh, the momentary awkwardness melting away. He stands up, leaving you with a mixture of relief and amusement at the exchange.

You relieve the longest breath, one you didn’t realize you were holding. 

You're relieved that he's forgotten the events of the night, unwilling to broach the subject in case his words were not genuine, merely fueled by alcohol. Yet, a small, twisted part of you wishes you had accepted his offer last night, even as you despise yourself for such thoughts. He would have regretted it, you reason. Who knows where your friendship would stand if you had acted on such primal urges. You remind yourself that you're not some animal; you can control yourself.

Despite your initial intention to leave by nightfall, you know deep down that you'll end up spending the night at his place again. It's a pattern that seems inevitable.

The day went by fast, and before you know it it’s already dinner time. Satoru stepped into the living room, where you’ve been unproductively lying down for what seemed to be hours on end. “Do you wanna go out to eat?”

“Hmm?” You look up from the phone, turning to face him in a position similar to a cat’s. “I don’t have anything to wear. Can we just order something instead?”

Satoru hums, walking towards the couch you lay on. With a huff you sit up, giving him space to slump himself manspread next to you. “I’m fucking starving”

“Where’s your cook?” You giggle. For a grown man, your blue-eyed friend’s cooking skills are less than average. With some luck, he can make scrambled eggs. Not that he ever needed to, his cook used to be a chef in a big restaurant. Considering the kind of money Satoru has, you’re guessing he left his job for a better opportunity; cooking meals for a single man. “Did he run away? Can’t blame him.”

Satoru shoots you a glare, containing his smile. “He opened a restaurant and left.”

“So he ran away,” You confirm, leaning your face dangerously close, “couldn’t handle you.”

“Are you implying I’m too much to handle?” he mimics your movement, nearly breathing in your face.

“You know I’m right,” you’re trying your best to stay put, but the way your breath hitches at the proximity does not help. You can only pray the heat you feel creeping on your face is not obvious on the out.

“You wanna put that theory to the test?” He quirks a brow, white lashes fluttering in the form of blinks and you’re nearly convinced he’s trying to charm you. “You know, handling someone comes in many forms.”

You cringe at his words, scoffing and turning away to hide your embarrassment. 

Satoru boo’s at you, “coward. You’re so boring.” 

“You’re so eager,” You retort, standing up and stretching your back, trying to keep space before you lose all form of restraint.

“Oh no you don’t,” You hear. Before you react you're pulled back to the couch. A gasp erupts from you when you fall onto the cushion, body too close to his own.

Heat rises, and silence falls. It’s not awkward, no. Just… tense. 

“You’re a terrible liar, you know?” He mutters, voice so sultry it makes your heart drop. It’s such a drastic change from his previous teasing manner. Although that stupid smirk remains. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” your voice comes out a whisper, a lot softer than you expect it to, surprising both you and him. You want to push him off you, tell him you’re best friends and this isn’t heading in the right direction. But you’re too old to care, too desperate to care. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long now. You can’t lose it again.

“You do,” He isn’t taking arguments. “I remember last night very clearly actually…”

One finger tips over the exposed skin of your knee and up, whatever the shorts you wear leave out, tantalizing you and sending shivers down your spine. You gulp, eyes widening. He remembers..? 

“I’m surprised you didn’t take your chance,” he hums, looking down at where his finger meets with your skin. “So… wasteful.”

“What do you suggest I have done?” You tilt your head to meet his eyes, emboldened. 

His eyes meet yours, lips parted for a second, almost curious. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Before you can change your mind, his mouth closes upon yours. He doesn’t give you time to process the situation, tongue invading your mouth while his hands take the chance to wrap around your middle.

Your hands find place on his shoulder, colder fingers rushing to the buttons of his shirt. He nearly bites your tongue, muscles dancing in no particular rhythm. He tastes like mint and lust. Exactly how you imagined he would.

He pulls away with a heavy breath when his shirt is unbuttoned. “Did you call me eager?”

“You’re so much sexier with your mouth shut,” you huff, feeling his palms sneak past the waistband of the shorts. 

“You hurt me, you know?” Satoru chuckles, one warm hand finding your jaw to bring your focus back to his face instead of the shit he wore. “Keep your eyes on mine, hm?”

There’s an effect he has on you, bringing out primal needs you thought you had buried well. “Or what?”

He brings down the shorts in one fast movement, earning a yelp from you. He chuckles, looking down at the thong you’d worn last night. “Came prepared, huh? How cute.”

Rolling your eyes, you move to straddle him. “You think you’re so funny–”

“I am,” He interrupts, groping the flesh of your ass. “That’s what got me here.”

You don’t care to deny his words, kissing him like you’re starved. You feel his cock harden against you, arousal evident by the way he groans into his lips.

His hands roam your body freely while his mouth explores the warmth of your mouth. He traces the edge of your bra, teasing the skin acing to be touched. He’s been waiting for this for very long now; to taste you, to feel you, to have you. It’s his goal, and he’s finally getting there.

“Fuck- Satoru,” You breathe. He watches your face, the string of saliva connecting you to him. He’s seen your face in dreams, but it didn’t look this good. He feels the adrenaline rush at the thought that this is caused by him. He is making you look like that. This is all for him.

“Yeah?” He asks, lifting the shirt over your head.

“I need it,” there’s despair in your voice. He feels a need to satisfy it. He plans to, at least. “Please.”

“So needy,” he smiles as you unzip his pants, pulling his hardened cock out of the boxers. “No prep?”

“Can’t,” You answer mindlessly, too focused on pumping your hand over the glorious length. He’s beautiful down there, making a part of you wish you’d done this earlier. But you don’t dwell on it, too enamored by his leaking tip. 

He grunts, biting his lip and throwing his head back. You watch his reaction, propping yourself on your knees. “Can I put it in, ‘toru?”

He huffs, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. “What are you waiting for?” his fingers run down from your waist to your hips, slowly drawing towards your thong. You hiss a breath when he slips his thumb under the fabric, feeling your heat before pushing the cloth to the side. “Go ahead.”

Your hips lower, feeling his tip against your fold. Your movement is slow, a little too slow for his liking. Satoru is no patient man, his grip on your hips tightens, pulling you down with force.

A loud moon escapes you at the suddenness, walls struggling to accommodate the vast stretch. It feels bigger than it looks, you realize, chest heaving under the pressure. You forgot to get a condom, but that’s the last thing on your mind right now. Nails dig into his shoulder, pushing your head against his chest to take a breath.

“Fuh-fuck,” You hiss, “too big.” 

Satoru hums, running his hands over your skin to coax you. “Can’t do it?”

“I–I can,” you grit your teeth. He finds a way to be a pest even with a pussy to shut him up. So you lift your hips, as if to prove your point, moving them slowly at first.

“O-ah–” He shuts his eyes, focused on the ecstatic feeling of your insides squeezing him, swallowing him whole. It’s better than his hands, better than any other girl he’s fucked to pass time. In a way, it’s so… you.

You do your best to maintain pace, to not become too fast just yet. You know you’d orgasm too early if you did, but he feels too good not to.

“Oh, fuck, s’tight,” his jaw clenches as his hands move to unclasp the bra, allowing your breasts freedom. Satoru looks at you, body begging to be adorned. To be worshipped. It’s what you deserve, so his hands rest on your hips as he brings his mouth to your chest, bringing you closer for a taste.

He starts with a little lick to your nipple, earning him yet another loud whine. You’re too cute like that. One set of fingers finds your other breast, fondling it with care. Your senses tingle, making you breathe harder and move sloppier, looking to feel his tip hit a certain spot you’re yet to locate.

Satoru grunts, mouth latching into your hardened nipple, sucking on the sensitive skin. Arms cage his head, giving him better access.

“Fuck– ‘toru…” your whines are a prayer, moving faster around him. His length stretches you so well that you feel him against all the right places, massaging your insides so well you need to cover your mouth to stop the loud noises. Yet you see stars when you feel it, a moan you’re unable to control running freely out of your mouth. You know the maids can hear it, mauve even walked across the room without you noticing. But it doesn’t matter, they wouldn’t dare bring it up.

“Yeah,” His breath comes out strained, pinching your nipple before moving to suck the other one. “Just like that, keep moving for me, baby. I–fuck—I know you’re close”

“So good,” you whine, vision blurring as you huff and puff. “So good, ‘toru–!”

Your confession of ecstasy makes him feel his edge coming closer, yearning for release.

Lewd sounds of squelching and moans roam the room unsolicited; you no longer able to control yourself, and Satoru not wanting you to.

You tug at his hair, moaning pronographically. Your hips nearly buckle at the friction but you’re too busy chasing your high to notice, moving like your life depends on it. The knot in your stomach feels too fragile, too ready to let go.

When Satoru feels the way your hips tire, he puts his hands to work, gently guiding them up on his cock before slamming you back down with an aggressive motion.

You nearly scream, eyes widening as the knot you felt suddenly exploding. Your eyes widen as your neck cranes back, pussy tightening around him all at once then letting go. You twitch around him, clenching and unclenching around his length to the point where he can barely hold it anymore.

“I’m gonna– shit I’m gonna come,” He groans, teeth sinking into the skin of your nipple, the sudden stimulation making you jerk.

“Inside,” You moan, “please ‘toru– i want you to come inside.”

As if on cue, his cock twitches and he releases white ropes into your walls, filling you up with warmth. Your eyes roll back, too much ecstasy.

You ride out your high, coming out longer than you expected. When you’re done, you slump onto him. You don’t recall ever being this worn from one orgasm.

Satoru relaxes into the couch, head thrown back and thoughts empty.

Your breath comes hot against the sweaty skin of his neck. You lick your lips, suddenly thirsty.

“You good?” He whispers, almost afraid if he were too loud he’d ruin the serenity that’s fallen over you. 

“Mhm,” you hum, not yet moving off his length.

“Again?” He asks after a few seconds of silence. You hear that smirk in his voice. 

You giggle in response, pushing yourself up. He’s out of you with a ‘pop!’ and a soft groan. You huddle to the other side of the couch, trying to catch your breath. “Give me a second.”

“Can’t handle me?” He challenges, and you’re urged to move back and ride him until he passes out. Maybe you will, but you need a break. 

“You’re insufferable,” You groan in response, reaching for the half-empty cup of water you’ve previously set on the table.  “Please,” he rolls his eyes. “You love it.”

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Synopsis: Satoru wasn't dumb. He saw the way you looked at his best friend. He picked up on the way you were always sure to laugh at his jokes, heard the name "Suguru" catch in your throat when it should have been "Satoru." And he saw the way Suguru coveted you, not even bothering to hide it. But, that was fine. Because Satoru thought of it too. Kinks: Cuckholding, Cum Play, Over stimulation,Double Penetration, and Dumbification

“There is no way I heard you correctly.” Suguru scoffed at Gojo’s suggestion.

“I think you did.” Gojo smirked as he looked at his best friend- confused and embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning bright red. He wondered if Geto blushed like that when he came.

“No, I don’t think I did.” Suguru doubled down, “I highly doubt you just asked me if I wanted to fuck your girlfriend.”

“So you did hear me.” Gojo smiled. Satoru wasn’t dumb. He saw the way you looked at Suguru, just like how he saw the way Suguru looked at you. He noticed how you laughed too hard at his jokes, and how Suguru always found convenient excuses to touch you. All of his suspicions were proven correct last night, when the wrong name slipped out of your mouth when he was in between your legs.

But, that was fine. Satoru would be lying if he said he didn’t think about it too.

He thought about it constantly.

“No, dude, I’m not going to do that.” Suguru scoffed, albeit reluctantly. His reluctance honestly surprised Gojo, he thought the man would jump at the opportunity to be in the sheets with you.

“What, why not?” Gojo demanded.

“Because,” Suguru sighed, trying to reregulate his heartbeat, “What if it makes things weird between us? What if you get jealous?” Aww, he was so cute!

“I promise Suguru, if anything, it’ll only make us closer.” Gojo winked.

“I don’t know.” Geto shook his head. He had thought about it, sure. Suguru fantasized about you almost every night since Gojo had started bringing you around. He thought about what you would taste like on his tongue and how you would feel on his cock. He imagined the sounds you would make and the way your face would scrunch. He fantasized about bending you over Gojos counter and showing you that you chose the wrong man more times than he could count. But, fantasizing about something and acting on it were two totally different things. 

“Well then, maybe this will convince you-” Gojo grinned as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Satoru-” Suguru warned.

“Chill man, she said I could show you.” Gojo assured his friend as he opened his camera roll, “We filmed it just for you anyway.” He handed the phone to Sugruu, letting him press play on his own. 

Suguru sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth as he watched the video. You looked up at the camera with tears in your eyelashes, sucking on his best friend's cock like your life depended on it. Suguru couldn’t help but imagine how you would feel around his own dick. Would you be able to take him all in? How much teeth would you use? Would you moan like a whore for him the way you did for your boyfriend? Fuck. 

“Okay, I’m sold.” Turns out Suguru wasn’t as attached to his morals as he thought he was, “When do we want to do this?”

“How does Halloween sound?” Satoru grinned

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You sat curled into your boyfriend's side watching Scream and trying to calm your nerves. You knew what was supposed to happen tonight, and honestly you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your Halloween evening. But you were still nervous, unsure how to bridge the gap. 

“Does it ever piss anyone else off how useless the parents are in this movie?” Gojo asked, “Like, “Oh, there's a serial killer going around specifically targeting kids from your school? Of course you can go to that giant party! That won’t be an easy target for the killer, it’s perfect.”” He mocked.

“Oh, I always just assumed they hated their kids.” Suguru shrugged, making you laugh. He smiled, your reaction only egging him on, “I mean, I would. There’s not a single person here that’s not insufferable, minus Syd.”

“Hey, Stu’s not that bad!” You giggled in defense of your favorite slasher.

“Yeah, Stu’s great! Ya know, as long as he’s not literally disemboweling you.” Suguru teased you with a laugh.

“I like Billy.” Gojo shrugged.

“You want to fuck Billy.” Suguru corrected.

“Who doesn’t want to fuck Billy?”

“Syd, apparently.”

“Eh, she comes around eventually.” Gojo said, waving his hand in the air. You laughed as you stood up.

“I’m going to grab a beer,” You announced, “I’ll be right back.” The boys both booed at your words.

“Have you learned nothing?!” Gojo scoffed.

“You’re gonna get stabbed now, look what you’ve done!” Suguru sighed. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“See, that logic only works if I’m not the killer.” You winked as you went to the kitchen. You grabbed your beer from the fridge and immediately opened it, drinking half right there. You cringed at the taste. Fucking IPAs. They all looked pretty and fun, and yet they all tasted like fucking boot sweat. You returned to the couch, and almost sat back down next to Satoru.

Until you remembered the point of the night. You put your drink on the coffee table, and sat down not just next to Suguru, but right in his lap. His eyes widened a bit in shock, but it was quickly replaced with a smug confidence as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Welcome back.” He smirked, pressing you into his chest. You looked over to Satoru, feeling his eyes burn into you. His expression would be unreadable, if not for the way he bit his lower lip. You winked back at him, before nuzzling into the crook of Sugurus neck. 

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How did you get here again? You tried to walk back in time. You remembered sitting on Sugurus lap, playing with his hair while he gripped your ass. You remember him trying to sneak a kiss on your neck, trying to hide the affection from your boyfriend. You remembered Satrou saw it anyway.

And somehow that led you here, naked and moaning helplessly as Sugurus tongue continued its assault on your clit, two of his fingers bullying your pussy as your boyfriend watched on with ravenous eyes. You groaned as Suguru curled his fingers into your g-spot again, building up the pressure in your stomach to an almost unbearable amount. You curled your fingers into his hair as you bucked your hips into him, greedy and desperate for your release. 

“Suguru…” You whine, and you hear the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend’s moan from the chair opposite the bed. You almost felt bad, forcing him to watch you be with another man. You almost felt wrong, being touched like this by his best friend, and enjoying it maybe just a little too much-

He curled his fingers into your soft spot again, that coupled with the sharp sucking on your clit, suddenly you weren't worried about ethics. Suddenly you were more focused on the wall of bliss that hit you as your climax overtook you, hitting you like a train and leaving your thighs trembling around Sugurus head as you desperately called out his name. 

He pulled back, wiping your slick off his face with a soft, satisfied smile. “You were right Satoru, she does taste like candy.” He chuckled darkly.

“I know.” Satoru rasped out, more affected by this than he expected to be. Torn between his need to push Suguru away from you and remind you who your boyfriend was- and his desperate desire to see how well you took his most trusted confidant's cock. You almost moaned, again as you took in Sugurus form, shirt long since discarded and hair an absolute mess. It was a vision that should be hanging in a fucking museum, and left you craving more of him.

“Yeah, did you know she was this much of a slut too?” He asked as he leaned over you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and leaving another trail of marks there.

“Had a hunch.” Satoru moaned, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. Did he say Suguru could mark you? He didn’t think he did. 

“Suguru…” You moaned softly as you felt his teeth dig into the soft flesh of your neck.

“You sound so pretty when you say my name Doll,” He chuckled, lifting off of you and gesturing to his belt. You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands moved faster than you thought possible as you worked to undo his pants. You felt almost pathetic with how needy you were. You hadn’t wanted cock this bad since…well.

Since the first time you were with Gojo.

“Aww, she's so eager to please,” Suguru cooed, fondly petting the back of your head as you freed him from his jeans, “Are you the one that trained her to be this cock hungry Satoru, or did she come like that?”

“Nope.” Satoru swallowed dryly, “That’s all me.” His cock was unfairly hard, and straining uncomfortably against his own jeans. He grinded his hand down on his tent, trying to relieve some tension. Suguru looked over at him and laughed. 

“Look at your boyfriend darling,” He hummed, taking your jaw and turning your head right as you got to his boxers, “He’s more fucked out than you and he hasn’t even touched himself yet.” 

“Satoru…” You mumbled softly. Gojo felt his chest tighten and his dick twitch. Fuck. 

“Feel good Baby girl?” He asked. You knew a loaded question when you heard one. And luckily, Suguru did too. He finished taking his pants off and pulled you into a heated kiss. Needy lustful, and far too passionate for what was essentially a glorified one night stand. Somewhere in the intoxicating sensation of his tongue dancing with yours, you started to get the idea that he was catching feelings too.

He abruptly pushed you back on the bed, angling your hips to line up with his. He grinned. “Such a pretty pussy, fitting for such a pretty girl,” He praised, “Gonna make you cum harder than your boyfriend ever could.”

“Good fucking luck,” Satoru hissed, almost subconsciously undoing his jeans, “That’s my girl Suguru. No one makes her feel as good as I do.”

“Is that so?” Suguru scoffed, running the thick tip of his cock against your slit and gathering the slick there, “Wanna bet?”

“Bet what?” Satoru’s eyes didn’t leave Suguru’s dick, his shoulders tensing with anticipation and annoyance as he waited for him to enter you. For his best friend to desecrate the temple that previously belonged only to him. 

“Your girl.” Suguru smirked as he pushed into you, watching the way your body seized as you took in a sharp breath. You called out his name, gripping down on him and sending a shiver rolling down his spine. Fuck fuck. He was never going to be able to go back to his hand after this. “If I win, we make this a regular thing.” he managed to force out.

“And if I win?” Satoru asked, finally giving into himself and releasing his dick. 

“Well if you win I won’t steal your girlfriend.” Suguru laughed as he set his pace. Gojo felt rage explode in his chest at the thought that Suguru could steal you from him, and an indescribable excitement that he even wanted to. He moaned softly as he started to work himself in his hand in time to Sugurus thrusts into you. 

“Bet. You heard the man Baby Girl, that means you can’t cum.” Gojo laughed humorlessly.

“N-no fair!” You gasped out as Suguru pushed straight into your g-spot. It was like he instinctively knew your body and how to make it melt for him. Like he was born to fuck you into oblivion. 

“Don’t listen to him Sweetheart.” Suguru groaned as your plush walls pulled him in, “You can cum as many times as you want for me.” He assured you, moving his hand to rub expert circles into your sensitive clit. You whined pathetically as the pleasure started to build in your stomach. Already your body buzzed with need, your previous orgasm making your body overly reactive to him. You clawed at the sheets to try and ground yourself.

“Fuck, Suguru, so good..” You huffed, before biting your lip to try and distract yourself from the bliss that was filling you. Gojo whined from his spot away from the bed, wanting nothing more than to be the one making those pretty sounds come from your mouth.

“Fuck Satoru.” Suguru groaned to try and distract himself- he didn’t want to cum yet either, “This pussy is divine. You get this every night? You’re a lucky man.” He laughed. Gojo felt a sick sense of pride swell in his chest. He knew your pussy felt divine, he was the one who chrisented it. He knew how lucky he was that it was his. He wondered if Suguru knew how lucky he was to get to feel it for even a night.

He wanted nothing more than to push Suguru away from you. To fold you in half and remind you who your fucking boyfriend was. To cover all of those awful marks that weren’t his. He couldn’t bring himself to move though. Because as much as he hated the scene before him, he couldn’t deny it was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life. Watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend stupid was better than opium. 

“I-I’m so close please-” You gasped as you felt your cunt clench around Suguru, and his groan filled your ears. You felt like you were on fire with desire, your body trembling as you tried to hold back the tsunami of euphoria building up inside you. 

“Hold it.” Gojo growled, frustration growing with his hands inability to replicate how you felt.

“Ignore him Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed in your ear, trailing soft kisses down your jaw, “Cum all over me, show me how much you like my cock.” You tried, you tried so hard to listen to your boyfriend. But he just felt so fucking good. Every buck of his hips hit your sweet spot, every swipe of his finger sent electric waves through you. There was heroine in his touch and euphoria in his words. You couldn’t hold back.

You came hard around him, your cunt clenching him and pulling him in deeper. Ecstasy crashed down on you with a vengeance, rocking your body and leaving you trembling. Your body was already sensitive from your first climax, and this one felt 5 times as strong. Suguru gave Gojo a wicked grin as you creamed on him. He didn’t have to say it for them to both know what he was thinking.

Your girl, huh?

“And that makes two for me.” He laughed as he continued to buck into you. Gojo growled at his friend's cocky attitude. His hand wasn’t getting him anything other than frustration. He had to make a move.

“Does that feel good Baby Girl?” Gojo cooed to you. You nodded, struggling to catch your breath. Suguru just wouldn’t let up, and you were already trembling. “Use your words.”

“So good.” You whined. 

“Tell him what you want, Baby.” Gojo commanded. He knew if he wanted his turn, Suguru needed to nut. 

“I want you to fill me up,” You muttered, making eye contact with Suguru. You had been with Gojo long enough to know that ‘tell me what you want’ ment ‘bed for my load’ and you were more than happy to beg for Suguru. “I want you to cum inside me, please Sugu, you feel ‘s good, wanna make you feel good.” you slurred. And while your words made Gojo see red, he saw the way Suguru’s hips stuttered in their movement, saw the way his forearms flexed as he tightened his grip on you- trying to ground himself.

Suddenly, Gojo was out of his chair and behind Suguru. “She feels good doesn’t she?” He rasped into Sugurus neck, his hand tracing up from the brunette's happy trail and up his chest. 

“So fucking good.” Suguru groaned. He knew he should pull out. He knew he should switch positions, do something- anything- to keep from blowing his load just yet.

But fuck he was so close. 

“She takes cock good too.” Satoru chuckled, taking Sugurus' chin and pulling his head down. His eyes fell to where the two of you were connected. Where you were covering him with your thick slick, watching a white ring form in his pubes. “She wants your cum inside her Sug,” Gojo hummed, “Give her what she wants.” He punctuated his words with a sharp tug of Sugurus' long hair.  

Suguru fell apart. His normally steady rhythm became erratic as he came deep inside of you, shooting thick white ropes into your cervix. You screamed his name embarrassingly loud, his harsh thrusts coupled with the warm feeling inside of your overly sensitive body resulting in your third climax. You fluttered around him and milked Suguru’s cock for all it was worth, leaving you both exhausted after. 

Suguru glared at Gojo. That was a dirty cheater move from a spoiled brat. “That makes three for me.” He groaned as he pulled out. Gojo reached around Suguru, taking two fingers and gathering the cum leaking from your weeping hole. He brought it up to his lips, making a show of sucking his fingers clean of Sugurus seed.

He grinned as he pulled his fingers out with a pop. “That makes it my turn.”  he winked to hide how frantic he was. Seeing Suguru get lost in the pleasure of your cunt was by far the sexiest thing Gojo had ever seen, and more than anything he wanted to cum where Suguru did. Partly to claim you as his own again. But, mostly to fuck his best friends load deeper into you, to use it as lube as he brought you to yet another high.

Fuck, maybe he could share. 

Suguru moved out of the way, but didn’t go sit on the cuck chair. Instead he positioned himself behind you, resting your head in his lap. Gojo took his previous place, and wasted no time in shoving his cock in you up to his base. You yelped in shock as he did. Suguru may have been thicker than Gojo, but Satoru still had length on him. And the sudden attack on your cervix jolted you back to life.

“Suguru!” You yelped, head still spinning in bliss.

“Wrong.” Gojo snapped, with two hard- almost painful- thrusts of his hips, “”Try again Baby Girl.”

“Satoru…” You whimpered out as you realized your mistake. 

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I’m still here.” Suguru purred from behind you, bending down to kiss your lips. You moaned softly, before pulling away with a yelp as Satoru set a punishing pace.

“He might be here, but I’m the only one that matters.” He growled as he ruthlessly hyper focused your bullied g-spot. You whined as your body reacted to him, an intense stabbing pleasure coursing through you as a fog of lust further clouded your brain.

 The relief that flooded Gojo as he finally entered you was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had never been so needy before in his life, had never been forced to wait for anything. Finally sliding into your cum filled cunt was the closest Satoru Gojo was ever going to get to heaven. He growled as he chased his high inside of you, watching the way your eyes glazed over as your breath caught in your throat.

“You still with me Baby?” He asked with a soft laugh.

“”S so so good..” You slurred, feeling the buzzing bliss build up inside you and knowing you weren’t far away from orgasm number four. 

“Awe, how cute.” Suguru laughed as his hand found your chest and started to play with your nipples, “Our sluts real pretty when she’s cock drunk Satoru.”

 “Ain’t she?” Satoru grinned, completely missing the use of “Our” as opposed to “Your” but not missing the slick smirk on Sugurus face. He moved to throw your legs over his shoulders folding you and half and fucking you deeper than before. He grinned, now inches away from Suguru.

“What are you smirking at?”

“I’m smirking at how desperate you both are.” Suguru grinned. Satoru growled, realizing he was closer than he thought he was. His hand fell down to your overly sensitive clit fumbling to massage it, only for Suguru to brush his hand away. He started to rub you there instead.

“Here, let me help. Since you’re at such a disadvantage anyway.” Suguru smiled like he was helping to take in groceries and not finger fuck his best friends girl. 

“How generous of you.” Gojo scoffed.

“No problem Pretty Boy.” Gojo could feel his face catch fire at the pet name, and felt his hips stutter. 

“Shut up.” He grumbled at Suguru, looking down to hide how flustered he got and to try and focus on how warm and soft you felt.

“Make me.” Suguru laughed, using his free hand to pull Gojo up by the hair and force him to look at him. Satoru felt his heart skip a beat.

“You think I won’t?” Satoru chuckled to try and regain some confidence, “You think I won’t fuck you as soon as I’m done with he-” He was cut off by Suguru pulling him into a harsh kiss, all tounges and teeth and desperation. Satoru could taste you on Sugurus tongue, and he came harder than he had ever come in his life. Pleasure attacking his body with hard and fast waves as he desperately tried to fuck you through his high.

Suguru pulled back with a giant, wicked smirk. He watched as Gojos head fell next to yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Oh, did you cum already, Pretty Boy?” He tisked, “Guess that’s zero for you and three for me.” 

Gojo glared up at him through his eye lashes. “Oh, I’m not out yet.” He grumbled as he pulled out. He fell between your legs, and licked his lips at what he found. Your pretty pussy clenching around nothing, your natural lube mixing with his and sugurus loads and drizzling out of you. He wished he had his phone on him, a picture this pretty should be his lock screen. He licked it all up, taking the concoction onto his tongue and tasting how well the three of you mixed. 

“Oh, you really are a freak.” Suguru teased.

“You say while in bed with me.” Gojo scoffed before going back to his meal, eating you out like it was the last thing he’d ever do. You tasted immaculate on your own, but the taste of him, the taste of Suguru mixing with your own sweetness was a new type of drug. You whined in oversensitive pleasure as you dug your nails into his snow white hair.

“Here, let me help,” Suguru hummed, reaching a hand down and massaging your clit. “Our girl deserves it.” The added stimulation was so fucking much. Your body was still trembling and hyper aware. You had never cum more than three times in a night, and your body wasn’t ready for the fourth- despite desperately wanting it. You whined a name (maybe Gojos?) As pleasure filled your brain and replaced any coherent thought you could have had. 

Suguru looked down at you and felt his cock get harder at the scene. Your eyes were glazed over with intense lust and need, mouth hanging open as drool began to dribble down your chin. Your hair was fucked and your breathing ragged, and the thin sheen of sweat made you seem to glow. He leaned down and kissed you again, capturing your lips with a desperate need and what he hoped you knew was adoration.

You came harder than you had ever cum in your life. It was almost painful- the electrical fire of pleasure that burned through your body, incinerating whatever common sense you had left and leaving nothing but a needy whore in its wake. You grinded against Gojos face, hips thrusting frantically despite the pain. Suguru pulled away, you screamed as Satoru worked you through your high, your body unsure how to handle all the stimulation.

Gojo pulled away-collecting his and Sugurus cum on his tongue- only to pull up and kiss you. He filled your mouth with the flavors of the three of you, and you kissed him back greedily. Satoru pulled back, licking at the line of drool that connected you two. He sat up.

“You still with us, Pretty Girl?” He asked, and you whined out softly.

“I don’t know Satoru, I think she’s reaching her limit.” Suguru said, lovingly brushing your hair out of your face. The care in his eyes as he looked at you set something on fire inside of Gojo, though he didn’t know what. 

“I think she can take one more.” He said, pulling you from his friends arms and into his own. Suguru almost punched him, having you taken from his arms activating a protective part of his brain he didn’t even know he had. He had to remind himself that you were Gojo’s girl too before he did something violent.

Gojo laid down next to Suguru, giving him a wink as he guided you down onto his hardened cock. Suguru watched the way your back arched as you were filled once again. The ragged moan you let out was music to his ears as Gojo started to thrust into you from under you. Without even realizing it, Geto’s fingers found your free hole, slowly working you open while the pleasure from Gojos cock distracted you from any pain you may have felt.

He couldn’t let Satoru have you alone. Gojo noticed and raised an eyebrow at him, then grinned. “If you thought her cunt was nice, wait until you feel her ass.” He laughed. You didn’t even process Gojos words, definitely not fast enough to take them as the warning that they were. All you knew, was suddenly your ass was on fire and you felt more full than you had ever been in your life.

“Motherfucker!” You shouted out, using the last of your brain function to push back onto him.

“Oh, so she can still speak.” Gojo teased. Suguru growled as he pounded into your tight little ass in time with Gojos thrusts. You shook your head. 

“Too much, ‘s much-” You slurred. 

“You can handle it Princess,” Suguru groaned into your ear. He used one hand to brace himself against your hip, and his other to play with your clit. You whined and it really was all too much. The way Satoru’s long cock perfectly graced your g-spot, how Sugurus expert fingers massaged your nub, how full both of the men made you feel. You felt so far out of your body and so overwhelmed by them all at once.

 All of it combined together into a crescendo, a tidal wave of ecstasy and euphoria crashing into you and sending you astral projecting into the ninth dimension. Your didn’t realize how fucking good it felt to be treated like a toy, to be fucked with reckless abandon and to your absolute limit. Your mind went blank as stars exploded in front of your eyes, and you were forced to endure them as they fucked you through your so-good-it-hurt orgasm. 

Satoru was next to lose it. The view of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself on them- cumming on not just his cock, but on Sugurus at the same time. He came hard inside of you, filling your already filled pussy to the brim and watching as it all leaked out of you.

Suguru wasn't far behind, your tight warm walls pulling it out of him with efficiency. He didn’t bother to pull out either, not until he had fully unloaded into you. Not until he was forced to. He pulled out as you collapsed onto Satoru. Gojo slipped out as he rolled you onto your side next to him, and smiled as Suguru crumbled onto your opposite side.

“You did so good Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed as he kissed the back of your head, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“You were such a good girl for us.” Satoru confirmed as he kissed your forehead, and draped one of his arms around you. The two men cuddled you close, sandwiching you in between them. 

“So this means I win, right?’ Suguru smirked, “Four to one?”

“What? Where did you get four?! Were three to two.” Gojo corrected. His friend just shrugged.

“All I’m hearing is that I win anyway.” 

“Why do you wanna win so bad anyway?’ Gojo pouted, “What, You like playing with my toys that much?”

“Yep.” Suguru wasn’t in the business of mincing words, “Hey man, this was all your idea to begin with. Why stop at one threesome?” Gojo hated to admit it, but he has a point.

“Because I’m sure my girl isn’t interested in a polycule.” he grumbled. He wasn’t sure about that. He wasn’t even sure he wasn’t interested.

“Did you ask her?” Suguru teased, “What do you think, Baby Girl? Want me in your bed again?”

“I think I’m very tired.” You muttered, feeling your eyes get heavy as the warmth of the boys comforted you. They both looked at each other, a little embarrassed to have glossed over the very obvious fact that you weren’t really able to have this conversation right now.

“Right, sorry Baby Girl.” Gojo muttered.

“Get some sleep, Beautiful.” Suguru sighed as he kissed your head again, “Happy Halloween Baby.”

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: yandere; dub con; lovesick gojo & he’s obsessive/toxic about it; he’s mean but yummy, okay?; size kink (ish?); gojo showing off his strength; sex without protection

notes: I had this written as an idea right after I wrote my hc’s for the jjk men in their yandere version. twylm readers, please forgive me for not posting the next chapter. I am working on it but I am really struggling - I had the worst burn out after the last chapter, and have been having a hard time trying to get back into the story >.< 

wc: 1,228

gojo plays with the hem of your skirt - the flat expression on his face telling you that he’s listening but appears unbothered by your statement. you can see the annoyance in his eyes, the irritation that you would say something so ridiculous in the middle of a make out session. 

his hands find the back of your thighs and with one swift motion he pulls you over his long legs so you’re hovering above his lap. the imbalance forces you to clutch onto his shirt with frustration, and he mindlessly reaches to undo his belt before tugging your underwear aside with his long, slender digits. 

“toru, are you listening to me?” you whisper in a small voice. 

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cc x·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ thinking about…reader trying to break up with yandere gojo  

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: yandere; dub con; lovesick gojo & he’s obsessive/toxic about it; he’s mean but yummy, okay?; size kink (ish?); gojo showing off his strength; sex without protection

notes: I had this written as an idea right after I wrote my hc’s for the jjk men in their yandere version. twylm readers, please forgive me for not posting the next chapter. I am working on it but I am really struggling - I had the worst burn out after the last chapter, and have been having a hard time trying to get back into the story >.< 

wc: 1,228

gojo plays with the hem of your skirt - the flat expression on his face telling you that he’s listening but appears unbothered by your statement. you can see the annoyance in his eyes, the irritation that you would say something so ridiculous in the middle of a make out session. 

his hands find the back of your thighs and with one swift motion he pulls you over his long legs so you’re hovering above his lap. the imbalance forces you to clutch onto his shirt with frustration, and he mindlessly reaches to undo his belt before tugging your underwear aside with his long, slender digits. 

“toru, are you listening to me?” you whisper in a small voice. 

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geto, toji, choso, gojo, nanami, sukuna. jjk men finding out your nasty little kinks

cw. fem! reader, unprotected, size kink, spıt, daddy kink, hair pulling, shibari, premature ejaculatıon, first time squırt, size differences, dirty talk, praise, brēeding, blindfolds, spānking, overstim, phone sēx.

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☆ NANAMI KENTO + hair pulling.

“you’re gonna get me fired, sweetheart,” nanami jokes, a dry laugh following his words. he had you right where you wanted - bent over, arched right over his work desk like some slut. not that you minded, you were needy. the rumbles of the old wooden desk continues to scream out creaks and creaks until it sounds like a broken record. nanami’s belt buckle occasionally rubs against your skin, the repetitive clanks it makes on your flesh has you throbbing for more. “oh my, such a nasty girl. ‘s this what you wanted? for me ‘ta stop what ‘m doin’ to give you a little more attention?”

“y- yes, ‘ken,” you whine, not even caring that your was face was practically being shoved into his unkempt pile of documents. as your cunt’s being stretched open by the size of his twitching shaft, your lips part into a circular open shape. “mmf,” and you pause, feeling a familiar calloused hand grab onto the back of your head. a tiny yank suffices and your pussy pulses almost immediately from the pull. nanami felt it, and so did you. “do .. do that again, kento. please.”

with a low, timbre chuckle, his hips come to a sudden halt. “oh,” he mutters, and he’s a bit more amused at your sudden arousal. gentle fingers skim near your waist, another focusing on the crown of your head before he hums. “do what again, my sweet? pull your hair?” and you whine once more as those silk words pour from his lips like dripping honey. you were desperate, grinding back your ass against him in carnal want. with a soft smile, he gives your hair a more tugging yank before starting up again. “why of course. anything for the kinky wife, hm?”

nanami was balls fucking deep, every time he’d deepen and piston his strokes with his hips, your moans only get louder. he’s so thorough too, not missing a single spot with his cock that’s simply rummaging through your goopy insides. “k- kennn,” you whine, hearing his breathing significantly pick up from behind you. raspy, gruff pants from nanami bellow out from his raw vocal chords. it’s sexy, every few seconds he’d take a glance at his watch to check the time. you were gonna get him in trouble. “harder, mhm. h- harder.”

nanami smiles, and he’s so stuffed inside of you that he’s molding a little bulging mark that’s all due to the size of his thick cock. “make up your mind, my love,” he mutters in a low voice—beads of sweat racing down each sides of his face. his irregular pants doesn’t become unnoticed, and the grip against your hair tightens to your liking. “hey, goin’ somewhere? don’t run, gorgeous. you want me to pull so ‘m gonna pull.”

and you moan, feeling the elastic stretch of his girth blowing a fuse through your cunt. he finds the way you try to crawl forward from his dick, but only grabs you right back. it feels good, you’re shivering and not just from his touch. already, your knees start to weaken and buckle as he’s got you hunched over his desk, staring face first into various piles of papers he was supposed to be signing. instead, he was buried deep into your needy cunt, making it cry out squelches over and over on repeat.

“m gonna c- cum,” you babble out, although you weren’t even sure if that’s what the build up pressure was. as you clench down on your jaw, it’s something else. your breathing becomes a bit more pitched and you whine, fisting a ball within your hand, knuckles burning a single color. “kento, kento f- fuckkk. ‘s gonna come out.”

“make a mess, don’t be shy.” he gets right up close against your ear, his grip being a bit more secure.

your head tosses itself back and he flashes you a warm grin, lust and desire all in his mahogany brown eyes. “atta girl,” he purrs once he sees the white form in your eyes, you’re rolling them back toward the outer sockets until you’re not even seeing color anymore. succumbing and falling into the blissful pleasure, you gush out. nanami pauses, his cock’s remaining to tuck itself into your sobbing cunt before your orgasm finally shrieks out your throat. “there it is,” he brings a kiss toward the nape of your neck. you twitch, your body sending itself a wave of convulsing jitters as you’re coming undone on his dick.

the room suddenly feels hot, or maybe it was just you. nanami blinks twice, feeling your pussy continue to release itself for a few moments before he peers down. with a soft grin, he furrows a brow as a thumb bedaubs a long stripe down your soddened slick opening.

“did you just .. squirt on me, sweetheart?” and there’s a bit of wry humor in his voice. with a hand still raking against your head, his thumb still collects a swab of your filthy slick before he pops the same finger into his mouth. sliding his tongue around to savor your taste, he hums. “you did.”

☆ GETO SUGURU + phone sex.

i touch myself just thinkin’ about you.

geto always knew you had a thing for listening to his voice. you ended up 'accidentally' letting him know of your little kink and he now calls you every time he’s away. he’s a busy man, but that doesn’t mean he’ll never make time for his pretty baby. with two crumped up fingers curling inside of your weeping cunt, you dial his number by heart.

on the second ring he answers in a sly, “hey girl.”

maybe you were a little dramatic, but the abrupt twitch that ghosts against your exposed pussy makes you whine. a raspy chuckle breaks through the phone speaker and it’s a bit staticky. “sugu,” you pant, and you were already so close. so so close to your inevitable, incoming release. through short millisecond heaving breaths, you speak in a needy voice. “i miss you.”

“i miss you more, baby,” he whispers, and you can hear his heavy pants through the other line. “fuck,” he murmurs, purposely growing silent to hear the slippery slick sloshes of your responsible cunt in the background. “don’t tell me you’re playing with her when ‘m not here, aw.”

you dip your two fingers inside of your pussy, coating the entirety of your digits with your moist before pouting. putting the phone on speaker, you slouch. “s- sorry, you’ve been fightin’ all day ‘n i was just imagining my fingers were yours.”

“you were, yeah?” a low voice replies, and you can hear how his voice pitches deeper. it’s low, your throbbing only intensifies and you bite your lip. as you multitask, occupying your hand by holding the phone, another with fingers burying itself into your cunt, you sigh. “mhm, baby’s all out of fuckin’ breath. you close?”

“y- yesss,” you start to babble, feeling a wave of crashing shockwaves pulse through your clit. the shock of it all was electrifying - surging all through you. your eyes flick back for a bit until you’re seeing splashes of obsidian black. “keep talkin’ to me suguru, please. your voice ‘s gonna make me cum.”

he stays quiet for a few seconds before purring in a seductive voice. “oh baby,” and his pants against the line was enough to make your legs give out. your pathetic little fingers could never compare to geto’s. his was far thicker and longer, easily stretching out your cunt with just a few thrusts. you could almost drool from imagining him easing your tight walls with his two beloved digits. whether it was his dick, fingers, or even his long slick tongue, he knew how to make you feral.

“silly girl, you there? i said you can cum.”

“o- oh, sorry,” you whine, snapping out of your short fantasm. and with your fingers still shoved into your wet opening, you lean back against the cushioned mattress behind you. “s- suguruuu,” you whimper, hearing his candied sweet praises in the background. he’s telling you all the right words and you could tell he was probably touching himself from the few subtle grunts that would escape from his lips every few pausing seconds. the moment you come undone, it’s short and quick. it’s within a quick as a blink of an eye, one minute you’re whining and the next you’re covering your two slender digits with sprays of your juices. “ngh, fuck s- suguru.”

he snickers to himself, even his laugh was attractive on its own — it's husky, it turns you on a lot more than you thought it did. as you’re trying to calm down from your most recent release, geto hums into the phone. “god i wish i was with you right now. wanna see the mess you fuckin’ made,” and as he pauses to breathe, geto groans. “i already know you’re on my side of the bed too, messy girl.”

“y- yeah,” you murmur with a sheepish smile.

sucking his teeth, geto has a cunning grin forming on his lips before he responds. “ah, such a brat. but y’know what you can do for me until i get home, baby?” and once you respond a sweet ‘what’, geto speaks huskily. “put those fingers in your mouth ‘n your mouth ‘n send me a pic of it.”

“can you send me a audio of you whining though?” you plead, still panting.

as he tchs at your little question. geto eye rolls, secretly loving how you always wanted something in return. “yeah. but don’t blame me if ‘s like twenty minutes long though.”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN + shibari.

you were sukuna ryomen’s favorite,

the minute you bring up wanting to try shibari with him, something lights up within him. oh, he’s adored shibari for centuries. eons. loving nothing more than to tie his precious lover up and have his way with them. so when you tell him you grew a special liking to it, he just had to indulge in your fantasies.

“tell me if it’s too tight, little one,” he purrs, his voice as rough as ever. you felt the brief tightening of the ropes around your body, securing your weight as you dangle near his chambered walls. your nude body’s like art to him. an empty canvas he’d soon fill with his own type of paint. you give him a nod, gasping once he restrains you in a way so that your legs sprawl widely open for him. “hmmm,” he groans, getting right behind you.

his growl sends you shivers, your cunt’s sopping wet and he brings a hand to feel against your body. sukuna’s touch itself was hypnotic.

“you’re already soaked, how amusing,” and judging from the devilish rasp in his tone, he sounds offended. leaning up against your ear, he dips a single finger inside. “tell me, did these filthy fingers touch her while i was away?”

“n- no,” you mumble, the soft padded strokes of his fingertips making your head throw itself back. he was right behind you, you were hanging with the safe gripping of ropes securing your thighs open before you moan. “didn’t touch myself all day, ‘kuna. waited for you to c- come back.”

“don’t like when my girl lies,” he snarls, and you moan again once he gifts the entrance of your cunt a mean smack. it’s rude—the way his palm hits against your folds causes the very center of his hand to get coated with your wetness. he’d be lying himself if he said that didn’t turn him on. in fact, with the attention he’s giving your pussy, it’s making his dick twitch beneath the expensive homemade fabric of his royal kimono. “ugh, gettin’ me hard,” and he pauses before another finger delves inside. you’re whining, feeling how easily he stretches your opening up with two solid digits. as your legs remain to spread, his eyes flicker toward the rope that’s got a nice grip against your breasts. “mhm, such a pretty body though. would be a shame to edge ya right now.”

“s- sukuna,” you whimper, leaning furthermore into his touch. a curling of your toes starts to make an appearance before he swirls both fingers in and out of your pussy. he’s so deep, a long dragging meal dies from your throat rawly before you’re already being pulled into a teetering orgasmic edge. “fuck, ‘s good. your fingers- please don’t s- stop.”

“quiet, princess,” he warns you, you throb from the mature authority in his voice. with his fingers getting lost into the deep never-ending exits of your cunt, you squelch all around his fingers. scarlet, ruby eyes stare at your exposed body and a long forked tongue licks against his lips. “keh, imaginin’ you touch my pussy ‘s almost laughable,” and your jaw hangs itself down the moment his lengthy digits locate your g-spot. it doesn’t take him long at all. with a sly smile compressing against his lips, sukuna brings a kiss toward your neck. “oh, you’re so predictable. you want me to tie you up but you have the audacity to touch yourself. ‘n ya can’t even do it right at that, you poor thing.”

his words did something to you — it wasn’t pity, no, it was more of him teasing you. maybe a sprinkle of humility, but either way, you throbbed from it regardless. and yet, the last thing you expect is for the demon to get right in front of you, leveling his head down toward your open legs before licking against your sweet cunt. “s- sukuna,” you whine, and your first instinct was to grab onto his hair for support. but then it dawned on you. you couldn’t, you were tied up. damn it all.

you’re shivering from his flat tongue. he’s like a cat, giving it a few subtle sloppy licks. the texture of his forked tongue makes you shudder before he pulls his mouth back. that’s all he’d give you for now. “mhm,” he grumbles, pressing a thumb against your pulsating twitching muscle. once he sees your pout, he chuckles. “oh, do you want me to continue?” and you nod, desperate for his tongue to go back to its place. “very well.”

and sukuna brings a sharp blackened fingernail towards your folds, gently grazing it near your nub before a tongue slowly slithers its way over his lips. you gulp, meeting eye contact with the king of curses.

and now, he knew what his brand new meal was.

☆ GOJO SATORU + blindfolds.

“thaaaat’s.. kinda kinky, gojo flashes a coy grin, carefully tying his blindfold around your eyes. once he secures a little knot near the back, he hums in amusement. “but okay. jus’ lie back, angel. ‘m gonna take good care of my girls.”

his ‘girls’ being his most precious beings which was—

you, what’s between your legs, and of course, your tits too.

but with those, he’d tend to them another day. right now, he was focused on you from behind. as his weight’s directly pressed up against you, he smears his leaky tip against your entrance with one hand. “easy, good girl. jus’ feel, let ‘toru the talkin’ angel,” and his body heat was so hot against yours. you pout from his teasing because he’s not even fucking you yet - but he just wants to toy with you for a bit. as his blindfold’s tied over your eyes, he makes your wrists pin behind your back. “so pretty like this.”

“s- satoru,” you frown and once he makes your back arch, you slump forward. gojo grabs a hand full of your ass before squeezing it. with a spank, it recoils against your skin before he’s sinking his way into your drenched cunt. “mhm,” you bite your lip, and the tremendous shaking starts. he’s thin, his cock was even thinner, but the fat girth solely makes up for it. with a gasping whine and your mouth becoming ajar, he’s splitting you open. it doesn’t take long before he’s bottoming out, getting you in nothing more but a prone bone position. “fuck me, f- fuck meee.”

“m tryin’ to,” he huffs, groaning at the way his peeling foreskin sinks its way into your clingy cunt. your grip was so good that it makes it fall back effortlessly. but fuck, he’s already about to cum. one pump champ satoru, he talks a big game for someone who can barely last sometimes. it’s been a while and he didn’t expect for you to feel so good. “s- shit.”

gojo grunts, swollen fat shaft making an attempt to bully its way into your walls. you’re still facing forward, your vision replaced with nothing but pitch darkness before you whine in rapture. he grabs onto your neglected tits, playing with your nipples with the hot tips of his thumbs, and that’s when he starts humping against you. it’s sloppy slow thrusts, grinding his rotating hips against your core as he’s trying to start up a pace but the sensation creeps up against him. “oh, f- fuckkk,” he groans lowly, snowy brows contorting together in pleasure. you’re sucking him in so good, swallowing him whole with your pussy it’s almost embarrassing. as your stomach caves in, you start to pant. chasing your breath ridiculously as if it was a marathon race—gojo was mirroring your actions. it was cute,

your body underneath him continues to jolt before his hand finds its way around your throat, wrapping around like a snake. a thumb caresses the tiny hairs that stand up against your neck before he spanks you.

again, and again and again,

“f-fuck, gonna make me cum. slutty little— hngh.”

right as he’s speaking, gojo spurts out a few droplets of cum, and it turns into a whole bucket. his teeth was shattering, jaw lowering itself open as he’s giving you a nice amount of warm, seasoned cum. it was raunchy, you’re struggling to stay still yourself as your arms could barely hold up your twitching body. your cunt was squelching for all of him and only him, puckering hole just aching to be filled that your tongue stupidly lolls itself out for a few seconds. you still can’t see, yet you can feel everything.

“s- sato—”

“be quiet, wanna listen,” he whines, lightly shoving your head into the mattress. with an oof, your head goes into the pillow as he’s dumping such loads of raw cum right into your welcoming hole. it’s a lot, it’s got him drooling all down your neck, he hates finishing early but he couldn’t help it. gojo’s shaking just as much as you are, pink lips of his press together as he stares at himself pumping you full. with a greedy pout, he flips you over abruptly and snatches his blindfold off you.

still feeling his slimy ropes of cum pour out your pussy and alongside toward the edges of your thighs, you meet his hungry gaze and he’s so needy for more. spreading open your legs, he gets a single taste of his own seed before nibbling against your cunt. “hold still. i- i need to clean you. let me eat, ‘m fuckin’ starved.”

☆ CHOSO KAMO + breeding.

“give me a baby, ‘cho.”

once those sweet five words come from your lips, his eyes widen. leering into them, all you could see was pure lust.

choso was always aware about your breeding kink, how you loved to milk his cock over and over and over again.

and despite knowing he’s infertile - a mere half curse half human being, chances were that he probably wouldn’t even able to give you what you really wanted. except, you liked to pretend. and besides, thanks to you—he started to develop a little breeding kink of his own.

“a b- baby,” he repeats, his words in the mere form of a sweetened question mark. choso’s got you laid on your back, stuffing your cunt full of cock before he pauses. with a thumb stroking your cheek, he has a timid smile. “how many do you want this time, princess?”

playing along, you hum to yourself— throwing your arms over his shoulders. “hmm, let’s try for triplets this time,” and you bring him toward you, planting a kiss against his forehead before feeling his dick twitch inside of your cunt. “can you do that for me baby? leave me full like last time?”

“yeah,” he nods, admiration sparkling in his eyes. the more he stared into your blown, doe irises, the more he falls in love. in love with love, in love with you. choso’s rough hands meet yours, intertwining with your fingers as they tangle with might before he starts up again. “m- mhm, i can do that. i can .. i can give you triplets, promise.”

he was so determined, he didn’t wanna disappoint.

choso’s pace was simply relentless. despite how sweet and tender he was, his rhythmic hips that struck deeply into your core was an entire different story. as bodies move and dance against each other in harmony, you whine against his ear. rough yet sweet yet passionate. “like that, choso. f- fuck, right there baby. don’t miss, p- please.”

your voice were so close up to his earlobe that he could hear the warmth of your breath cascading down from your lips. oh, you sounded like an angel. so harmonic and blissful. it makes his dick throb whilst it’s still plummeting in and out of your insides. skin against skin, it mercilessly slaps against each other, pap and papping away so roughly that it makes your toes curl. “promise, ‘m not gonna miss. gonna g- give you so much, ‘s gonna pour out so much, baby,” and he was even more whinier than you. with breaths of his own leaving out of his filled up lungs, he squeezes against your sprawled out thigh. “ugh, you’re so warm. ‘m not gonna last this time i think. o- oh.”

the thrashing crown of his cock extends inside of your walls and he leans in to kiss you. once, then twice, then thrice. choso’s lips were sweet like candy, as he’s rutting into you — your gummy walls gripping onto him tightly, it starts to pour into you in tiny volumes. it’s so thick, it’s so much that he starts to drool into your mouth. choso slows down as a wadding knot dribbles its way into your welcoming cunt. he whimpers as your lips mash against his, sucking against his tongue. “s- so much, so much to give you, pretty,” he babbles, breaking away from your lips a bit.

you pant right along with him, he goes back to holding your hand, giving it a firm squeeze before his eyes turn hooded. sable drawn pupils never leaves yours, and his cheeks flush with adorable heat. “that’s it baby, jus’ let go ‘n fill me up okay?”

as he’s growing quiet, listening to the sloppy tune between your legs pitch louder, he groans. piles and piles of cum pour into your cunt. it’s so much that it’s not even humanly possible to take it all. so it spills out, right between the crevices of your thighs. it’s insanely gooey, choso stares at it and he’s got the most smug cute grin, knowing he did that. it’s warm and sticky. his ears ring all at once as his tip’s still emitting such ropes of velvety seed into your entrance. “mhm, baby. you always t- take it so well.” he huffs, feeling the weight of his chest deflating. you remain still, laid against the bed frame as he’s just basking in your gorgeous sight. you looked like an angel to him. no, you were an angel, especially with how you were always so cute whenever he came inside. you were moaning just as much as him, eyebrows furrowing and mouth shaped wide and open, so so pretty.

with a huffing sigh, you wrap your arms around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “thank y- you, ‘cho. feels so good.”

“should be thanking you,” he murmurs, his voice a bit more deep and raspy. as he’s still positioned between your legs, choso grabs your palm, giving it a sweet kiss. mwah after mwah, the texture of his lips couldn’t have been even more warmer. you were so full of cum that you couldn’t even move. you just stayed there, staring deep into his eyes before he whispers against your ear. “marry me, p- please. wanna give you quadruplets next time, baby. be my wifey.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO + daddy kink.

“tch. can never work out without you givin’ me some shit,” he groans as your hips picks up its pace briskly.

toji, being nothing but the usual of covered in perspiring sweat, wears a simple white tee with basketball shorts. lazily, he slouches back against the bench. scheming green eyes peer at your twitching body and your sloppy cunt makes him gnaw on his lip. a big hand, calloused and all squeezes against the fat of your ass. the curvature, he acknowledges every little angle before tracing his fingers alongside your hips. “ya didn’t miss me, you missed dick, huh?”

“i.. i did miss you, toji,” you lie through your teeth, feeling the milky ring around his base stick against your rear. just a few moments ago, he’d just gotten done pumping a load into you. with toji, it was always a lot. he never half assed anything. you’ve been riding him for so long you were surprised your legs didn’t up and give out. collapsing and buckling from his fat cock. “i- missed you s’much, daddy.”

it was an abrupt pause — the silence was strikingly deadly.

a thin brow of his quirks up in amusement before he brings your hips to a sudden stop. you whine, seeing the stretching smirk grow against his face. the scar slashed near the right side of his lips curls in gladden before he grabs your chin. “missed who?”

“missed you, toj-”

“girl don’t fuckin’ play with me,” he side eyes you, gingery peeling your bottom lip down with his thumb. he inches his face closer, and you could smell the intoxicating whiskey on his breath. “who’d you miss? repeat that, y’know ‘m losin’ hearin’ in my right ear, heh.”

he was so sassy, you wanted to roll your eyes but you couldn’t even bother with how stuffed your cunt was. the stretch, another whine was about to rip straight from your throat before you lean into his touch. speaking shyly, you moan as he spanks your ass for you to hurry up. “missed you, daddy,” and the moment toji starts to bounce his thigh, your breathing starts to pick up. the friction has you weak, his jade, verdant eyes staring into your soul. “missed you all day.”

“mhm, y’er a weirdo,” he snickers, feeling his dick throb within you once you call him that. with his muscles flexing idly, you get the urge to touch all around them. so you do, running a hand up his burly biceps before he grabs your wrist. “no touchin’ daddy, gotta say please first. we talked about this, babygirl.”

hearing him address himself as your little kink makes your cunt twitch. as you try to create a bit a movement with your hips, he spanks your ass once more, baring a fang slyly at the gripping fat that recoils from his palm. “t- toji,” and he smacks your ass again, giving you a raising brow. “i mean daddy, can- can i c..cum, please?”

“hnnn,” he grunts lowly, his voice a mere vibration of itself. with the way his tone was so deep, it was raw and scratchy. throaty, he’s still buried into you and your cunt’s still deliriously sobbing for more. you just wanted to move, your arms sling around his broad shoulders before you whimper into his ear. “wanna cum on daddy, eh,” and your eager nod against his chest makes him chortle. you were so eager, entirely so — as you try to create haste, he rolls his eyes. “fine, give it to me.”

and the moment he complies to your desperate wants, you came, giving into your lewd pleasure with the cutest moan leaving your throat. you’re shaking within his hold, two rough hands sliding down your waist as he rests a chin against your neck.

“good, good girl,” he murmurs, cold voice still booming near your lobe. you’re so wet, unapologetically damping his lap with your slick as your hips buck forward. yet, toji wasn’t exactly done. with two thickset hands, he lifts you up before lightly shoving you on the bed, having you lie flat on your bare chest. “nah, don’t get up. stay there,” and his words sent a plethora of butterflies straight toward your pussy. toji takes a moment to stare at your drooling cunt from the back, stopping himself from getting a taste right then and there before he smears his tip against your opening, preparing to go in raw. “shit,” he groans, the left side of your face sinking into the cushioned mattress. as your whines ring and reverb through the thin walls, he lifts your ass right up against him. “arch for me, girl. daddy’s ‘bout ‘ta make ya a mommy, heh.”