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➠ getou suguru x slutty!bimbo!reader x gojo satoru

➠ cw: dubcon (reader is drunk), college au, use of alcohol, sub!reader, creampies, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), face fucking, squirting, unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, lots of degradation, use of the name daddy, orgasm denial, use of sex toys, hair pulling, multiple orgasms (m & f), overstimulation, spitting, impact play, breath play, breeding, light bondage, dacryphilia, manipulation, aftercare

➠ wc: 7k

➠ for @semisgroupie 3k slut collab

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➠ note: i’m so sorry this is pure nasty filth & nothing but p o r n.

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you found yourself giggling and pouring another shot despite getou telling you no. he told you you were already drunk enough, but you shooed him away, telling him you were grown. your eyes scanned over the people in your living room, falling directly on the tall, white-haired man reclined on your couch.

“hi.” you greeted, practically undressing him with your eyes as you took a seat next to him.

“hi. i assume this is your party?” he responded, taking a sip of his drink. you nodded, tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“mhm. i’ve seen you around getou, but i never got your name.” you tilted your head to the side and sized him up, thinking to yourself about how he’d definitely be your newest boy toy alongside getou. everything about him was alluring and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.

“gojo. gojo satoru.” you reached out your hand to shake his, but he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your skin. you melted in your seat, suppressing a moan at the gesture.

for the rest of the night, you had eyes for gojo and gojo only. the two of you were paired up for the team drinking games and you hadn’t left his lap in hours. you continuously whispered lewd things in his ear, telling him how you couldn’t wait for everyone to leave so he could fuck you into oblivion. it grew harder and harder for him to ignore his growing erection, shifting in his seat to hide it from all of the other guests, though they weren’t even looking in your direction.

unbeknownst to you, getou was a few feet away, watching you practically fuck his best friend on the couch. he wouldn’t have minded if you hadn’t been grinding on him earlier. he wouldn’t have minded if you didn’t flirt with him every time you saw him on campus, trying to get him out of his pants. it wasn’t a secret that you slept around, but getou thought that you would at least have enough morals to avoid flirting with his best friend while you all were in the same room.

as soon as getou had walked into your small house party, you were glued to his hip, touching him in every place you could. your hands constantly prying at the zipper of his pants, begging him to accompany you to the bathroom so you could suck him off. how could he resist those pretty doe eyes? of course he agreed, but as soon as the two of you got up to handle business, gojo sauntered in, late as always. getou greeted his best friend as you stood behind him, drinking in his image. your gawking didn’t go unnoticed by gojo, sending you a wink before moving to grab drinks with getou.

getou was seething with anger as he watched you and gojo cozy up to each other. your incessant laughter and your deliberate touching sparked a bit of jealousy in getou. he knew exactly how to get you back.

as the night ended, gojo had to make his leave so he could tend to some unfinished business. only you and getou remained after everyone else had made their way home. you were wasted and still trying to clean your living room, but you were having a difficult time with the room spinning. giggling up a storm, you set the trash bag down and skipped over to getou who was leaning on the kitchen island.

“suguru, why’re you still here?” your words slurred as you leaned on his body, fingers playing with his belt loop.

“helping you clean up.” he replied dryly, moving your hands off of him and turning around to collect the empty red cups on the counter. your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted at his short response.

“why you so mean? is it because i didn’t get to give you head, hm?” you took a few steps closer to him with his back still turned.

“no, y/n. just shut that pretty mouth of yours so i can finish up.”

“suguruuuu,” you sing-songed, “are you mad about that? i can still do it, ya’ know.” you pressed your chest against his back, running your hands down his abdomen before reaching his belt buckle.

“y/n, leave me alone.” getou warned, his patience growing thin. you didn’t listen though, unbuckling his belt with your hands and working to unzip his zipper.

“’s okay, suguru. i’ll make you feel all better. grumpy guys like you just need to cum s’all. you—”

“you never stop fucking talking, do you?” getou snatched your hands off of him and spun around, yanking you back by your hair and earning a high pitched yelp from you. “you’ve been all over me since i got here, but a slut like you can’t take no for an answer.” you whimpered in his hold, bringing your hand up to his fingers laced in your hair.

“getou, i’ll leave you alone. promise.” you whined, trying to pry his hands from your scalp, but he only tightened his grip, yanking your head down so you could crane your neck upwards to look at him. he was almost unrecognizable, his face etched with anger and desire.

“no, no, no, baby. it’s too late for that. c’mon, let’s go to your room.” he shoved you in the direction of your bedroom, fingers still laced in your hair as the two of you reached your the room.

“on your knees.” you dropped down to your knees as soon as he let go of your hair, your doe eyes boring into his dark and lust blown pupils. you wanted so badly to paw at the growing erection confined underneath his pants, but you knew you’d only dig yourself a deeper grave.

getou began walking around your room in search of something, but you weren’t sure what. “w-what are you doing?” you asked.

“well, i know a slut like you has a stash of toys around here somewhere. ah, here we go.” he opened your nightstand drawer and chuckled at the array of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and lube you had tucked away. he grabbed the thicker purple one you had, closing the drawer before returning to stand in front of you.

“take all this off for me.” he sat across from you on the ottoman that was near the foot of your bed with his legs spread. you licked your lips and began stripping of your clothing with no hesitation. you couldn’t help the arousal that was already leaking down your thigh from the way he was looking down at you, hungry eyes waiting to devour you. almost entirely naked in front of him, only your lace thong remained, a dark patch forming as you squeezed your thighs together. getou didn’t speak, only shooting you glare, silently berating you for still wearing underwear. you took the hint and disposed of them, biting you lip as the air hit your glistening heat, the cold causing your nipples to perk up.

“atta girl.” getou stood up and took a few steps towards you, his bulge directly at eye level with you. your mouth watered as he unbuckled his belt and removed it. he grinned, knowing you were getting excited at the thought of wrapping your lips around his fat cock. but to your dismay, his cock stayed tucked away as he wrapped his belt around your neck, tightening it enough to just barely squeeze your throat, but not tight enough to cut your air off completely. you gasped, looking up at him with those pleading eyes, but he didn’t let up.

he reached for the belt you had on with your shorts and tied your hands behind your back with it, crouching down in front of you as he watched you squirm.

“suguru, not fair!” you whined, poking your bottom lip out. “wanna touch you, please.”

“you haven’t earned it, honey. let’s see…” he trailed off, his fingers ghosting over your clit. you gulped, looking away from him as his fingers ran up and down your slit, collecting your arousal on them. “you’re already this wet? hm. yeah, you can ride your little toy, can’t you?” his question wasn’t so much a question, but more a demand as he suctioned the dildo on the hardwood floor in between your thighs.

“can i please have your cock instead?” you begged, but getou pulled on the belt around your throat, silencing you.

“did i stutter? be a good little slut and ride it.” he let go off the belt and stood up to his full height. you did as you were told and mounted the plastic dick, sinking down onto it, moaning at the burning stretch of your walls. it had been a while since you had used this toy in particular, so adjusting was a bit more difficult than usual.

“that’s it, baby. keep going.” you began bouncing up and down on the toy, mewling as it pushed past your walls, the slight curve hitting your g spot. your essence covered the base of the dildo, glimmering under the lights in your room. you moaned out, rotating your hips to hit deeper inside, eyes watering at the blissful sensation as you continued riding.

getou tugged on the belt that was wrapped around your throat, the lack of oxygen only aiding your orgasm. tears streamed down your cheeks as you continued bouncing up and down on your dildo, never breaking eye contact with him as you moaned loudly.

“so fucking pathetic. i broke a slut like you without even touching you.” he laughed in your face, watching you flutter your eyes shut as you neared your orgasm, your cunt clenching around the toy. “a pathetic fucking slut. say it.” you felt a harsh sting hit your cheek, getou’s hand hitting your face caused more tears to sting at your eyes.

“‘m just a pathetic slut!” you cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body began to spasm in his hold, feeling yourself reach your climax, but your world came crashing down within an instant. Your eyes shot open, realizing getou had pulled the dildo out of your sopping hole. tears spilled out from your eyes, bottom lip quivering as you looked at the glistening toy held in his hands.

“aw, someone’s upset they didn't get to cum? Is that what you wanted, honey? You wanted to make yourself cum?” getou mocked, grinning as he watched you writhe and try to maneuver yourself out of the belt binding your hands behind your back.

“suguru, please! wanna cummm!” you sobbed, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the building pressure in your core. He hummed to himself before shoving the dildo into your mouth, watching you gag harshly at the sudden intrusion.

“that’s right, baby. clean up your fucking mess.” he goaded, holding your head in place as he fucked your throat with your own toy, mesmerized by the erotic sight of your saliva dripping down onto your breasts. you squeezed your eyes shut as you coughed around the toy, struggling to swallow around it and take it any further, but getou was determined for you to take the whole thing. he squeezed the back of your neck, praising you as you finally managed to fit all of it inside of your mouth for a few seconds before he pulled it out, leaving you gasping for air.

“you can’t even fit all of this in your mouth? well, how ya’ gonna take all of me?” he faux pouted, squishing your cheeks together to open your mouth before spitting onto your tongue. you moaned, swallowing his saliva and rocking back and forth on your heels.

“i wanna try.” you mumbled, looking up at him through your wet lashes.

“that’s adorable, honey. you won’t be able to take it all,” getou chuckled.

“y-yes i can. i can take it. pleasepleaseplease, suguru. i’ll be a good girl.” you nodded your head rapidly with glossy eyes, trying your best to reassure him that you could take all of him.

“i don’t think you deserve it. now where’s that damn vibrator?” he cooed, looking around your room until he spotted your pink wand vibrator laying on your nightstand. you whined as he crossed the room to grab it, pleading with him to just split you in half with his cock, but he ignored you. he lifted you off of the ground and tossed you onto the bed on your stomach, lifting your ass up in the air. before you even had a chance to react, vibrations shot up through your core as he pressed the vibrator to your swollen clit. you dug your face into the sheets, crying out as your tight hole clenched around nothing.

“you’re not gonna cum. do you understand?” you only managed to nod your head before getou delivered a sharp slap to your ass, jolting your body forward as you yelped.

“yes, suguru! i won’t cum!” you wailed, digging your fingernails into the palms of your hands that were still restrained behind your back. your arousal dripped down your thigh as getou turned the wand up, your mouth gaping open as your cunt spasmed.

“fuck, this pussy is so pretty, baby. i hope it tastes as good as it looks.” getou crouched down behind you, groping your ass and spreading it open, placing the vibrator directly on your clit before licking one long stripe up your slit. you shuddered as his tongue came in contact with your heat, the wet muscle working inside of your cunt. you moaned out, arching your back and pushing your ass against his mouth as he lapped up your juices, working in sync with the vibrator.

“mmmph—suguru, fuck! i c-can’t!” you sighed, your eyes crossing and tongue lolling out as he turned the vibrator setting up once again. he spanked your ass with his free hand, moaning in between your thighs at the sweet taste of your essence, massaging the flesh of your backside.

“yes, you can. if you want daddy’s cock, you can.” he muttered into your folds, his tongue wiggling in and out of you as he applied more pressure to your clit. your legs trembled as you your cunt contracted around his tongue, trying to stave off of your orgasm just at the thought of having getou buried inside of you. you were losing your mind, thoughts spinning in your head as getou’s assail on your cunt continued.

“can i p-please—fuuuck—can i please cum?” you pleaded as you attempted to inch away from the man. he grabbed your waist and pulled you back with a death like grip on your hips, burying his face in your cunt as he turned the vibrator up to the highest setting. the air was knocked from your lungs and you forgot how to form sentences, the stimulation becoming too much for you to handle.

“don’t fucking run from me. if you can’t take this, you can’t take my cock.” his hand brutally slapped your ass three times while he feasted on you like the last supper, slurping up your juices and spitting on your cunt, rubbing the vibrator on your poor little clit. “you still want daddy’s cock, don’t you?” you were drooling on the sheets, whispering “yes, daddy” over and over again, since those were the only two words your fucked out brain could manage to spew out.

getou hummed, experimenting as his thumb pressed against your puckered hole, letting it barely sink inside. you shook your head, knowing that if he pressed inside of your tight ass, you’d cum then and there.

“n-no. ‘s too much! let me-“ you halted mid sentence, your nails drawing blood from how hard they dug into your palm. your legs gave out as getou’s thumb bullied its way inside of your ass, holding it like an anchor. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body seized. you were so close to the edge, your orgasm clouding your mind.

“take it.” he pulled back from your cunt and spit in your asshole, sliding his thumb in and out before returning to your cunt. you shook your head no, smothering your face in the sheets to muffle your strained cries. “be a good girl and take it.”

“c-cum. p-please.” you stuttered, your voice just barely audible, flexing your hands behind your back to distract yourself from the pressure. getou turned the vibrator off and pulled away from your cunt, your slick decorating the lower half of his face. you collapsed onto the bed

“you think you deserve daddy’s cock now?” getou pulled on his belt that was still wrapped around your throat, lifting you back up. your mascara smeared on your cheeks and swollen lips parted, your eyes hanging low.

“yes, i’ll be good ‘n take it everythin’ you give me.” you panted out, almost too dazed to speak.

“everything, huh?” he smirked, his eyes darkening. “you might regret that, honey. satoru! c’mere.” your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at the doorway, the white haired man that you were practically drooling over earlier leaning against the doorframe.

“hi, sweet pea. miss me already?” gojo grinned, crossing the threshold to enter your bedroom. you swore he left when everyone else did, so how did he get in?

“h-how did y—“

“i left the door unlocked for him. you didn’t think i would keep you all to myself now, did you? not after you were practically dry humping satoru a few hours ago.” getou slid the belt off of your neck, rubbing your nape as you gawked up at gojo who was now towering over you, the bulge in his pants mere centimeters away from your face.

your cheeks ran hot, remembering rubbing your cunt up against gojo’s thigh as you sat in his lap, quietly getting yourself off while everyone was preoccupied with drinking games. however, getou was watching you from your kitchen. watching you muffle your moans with gojo’s shoulder. watching your eyes glaze over as you finally came, nuzzling your face into his neck. you remembered gojo’s slender fingers groping your ass as he whispered obscenities in your ear, telling you how he’d absolutely wreck you later on for being such a needy whore. he’d ruin you for leaving a wet patch on his pants because you were so drunk, you couldn’t contain yourself.

“such a pretty thing.” gojo pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, pulling it down before sliding it in between your lips. you sucked around the digit, looking up at him through your lashes. “you’re going to do what i say, right? be a good girl and do whatever suguru and i ask of you, right?” you nodded, feeling getou’s hands prop up your backside and arch your back. gojo’s thumb pressed down on your tongue, causing you to gag before he pulled it from your mouth, a string of spit connecting from your lip. suddenly, you felt something cold press against your puckered hole, eyes widening as something thick squeezed its way into your ass. you yelped out, falling forward as your arms gave out under you. getou chuckled behind you, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip as he sunk the lube covered heart shaped jewel butt plug further into your ass.

“sugu—haaah—fuck!” you cried out as gojo shushed you, stroking your hair before pressing his fingers into your scalp and yanking your head upwards. his cock twitched in his pants looking at your mouth gape open and your eyes crossing at the intrusion in your ass.

“open.” gojo demanded. you parted your lips and stuck your tongue out as he hucked a glob of spit onto your tongue, his free hand unbuttoning his pants to free his cock. “keep it right there for me. keep that tongue out.” his cock sprung out from his boxers, his hand gripping the base as he slapped it on your tongue a few times. you moaned out, drool pooling out of your open mouth as getou finally pushed the entire plug inside of you.

“look at this filthy fucking ass, satoru. never thought a slut like her would be so tight.” getou spanked your ass three times, leaving reddened handprints on your cheeks. your eyes watered at the stinging sensation, the tip of gojo’s cock resting on your tongue. you whined, fighting the urge to swallow gojo whole, your poor cunt feeling neglected from all the attention on your asshole. arousal dropped down your thigh as getou tugged on the plug, pulling it out halfway before pushing it back inside.

gojo pulled his cock from your mouth before glaring down at you. “spit on it.” your mouth hovered over his cock, decorating his length with the saliva he’d spit in your mouth a few moments earlier. your lips wrapped around us tip, flicking your tongue against the slit, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking his tip like a vacuum.

“shiiit—you nasty bitch. you can do better than that.” he pushed your head down to the base, his cock prodding at the back of your throat while you coughed and gagged around his length, your nose pressed up against his lower abdomen. your eyes watered as he bobbed your head up and down him, forcing you to fit all of him inside of your mouth. “breathe through your nose. you can take it,” he cooed.

getou slapped your folds with the tip of his cock, teasing you before sinking halfway into your wet heat from behind. his hands grabbed your hips, bending his leg up on the bed to fuck you. you moaned around gojo’s length, bucking your hips as getou continued his descent into your cunt, hissing as you spasmed around his length.

“squeezing me too fucking good, fucking slut. how many times did you touch yourself to the thought of me filling you up like this?” getou spat, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he finally thrusted his hips forward, slamming the rest of his cock into your hole. gojo’s cock slipped out of your mouth, a throaty yelp escaping your lips, followed by high pitched whimpers as getou slowly thrusted in and out of you, almost taking his length out of you completely before slowly sinking back into you, forcing you to feel every inch, ridge, and vein of his cock.

“suguruuu, i can’t! just fuck me, please.” you begged, attempting to push at getou’s abdomen with your hands still bound behind your back. getou took the opportunity to grab your clawing hands, pulling them closer to his body to arch your back even more.

“i’m not fucking you? you don’t feel my cock stretching you out baby? i thought you were gonna be a good girl and take what give you?” getou mocked, faux pouting as he continued his agonizing pace, slowly fucking you and just grazing your g spot. tears welled in your eyes as your mouth hung open, cunt spasming every time his cock brushed against your sweet spot. you hung your head low, cunt aching for getou to ram in and out of you like a madman.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop sucking my cock. c’mon.” gojo flared his nostrils while looking down at your lewd expression, rutting his hips back into your mouth. you choked on his cock, swallowing around his length as you sucked him dry to muffle your cries. he threw his head back letting out a low groan as his cock twitched in your mouth, his hand holding your neck in place as he fucked your throat.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as getou rammed his hips into you with more rigor, his tip prodding against your cervix with each thrust. he toyed with your butt plug, tugging at it and cursing under his breath at the sight.

“i don’t think any of those other cornballs you’ve fucked could make you—hah—make you feel this good, baby, hm? don’t you agree?” getou grunted, watching in awe as his cock disappeared inside of you, a ring of white cream forming at the base. you moaned around gojo’s length, shaking your head no as best as you could with his cock down your throat.

“you tryna milk me dry, y/n? fuck.” gojo moaned, cerulean eyes boring into yours as you continued sucking him off, coughing as he forced you all the way down once more. “shit…i’m gonna cum.”

you took his warning as a green light, hollowing out your cheeks and vacuuming his cock, your tongue running along the underside of his length. gojo’s jaw dropped, watching saliva pool out of your mouth, his cock pulsating in your mouth, the overwhelming sensation of your warm mouth enveloping his cock bringing him to his limit.

getou stopped thrusting into you, hips stilling inside of you as he smacked your ass. “c’mon, slut. bounce on daddy’s dick. don’t act like you don’t know what to do.” you began throwing your ass back on getou, your hips meeting his with the lewd sounds of skin slapping filling the room. getou’s cock dragged along your walls, his tip finally hitting your g spot since he’d entrusted you to set your own pace as you bounced on his dick.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck. be a good slut and swallow all my fucking cum.” gojo pushed your head down, shooting his load down your throat as his legs shook, his thick cum trickling down the back of your throat. you moaned at his warmth, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue. you released his cock from your mouth with a loud pop, bringing your lips right back to his tip and flicking your tongue on the slit, sucking only the tip. gojo furrowed his brows, your mouth sucking every last drop of his cum out. you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching as getou slapped your ass over and over, mesmerized by the way your ass rippled each time your hips met his.

you grinned, watching gojo look down at you in disgust as you licked the underside of his length, moving down to take his balls into your mouth and suck.

“oh fu—oh my god, fucking disgusting s-slut.” gojo stuttered, practically shoving you off of him, the overstimulation becoming too much. you lazily giggled, biting your bottom lip as you moaned. getou’s hands gripped your hips as he began thrusting again, moving even faster and penetrating you deeper than before.

“nnngh—suguru wait.” you cried out, not ready for the sudden change of pace. getou smirked, your cries only coaxing on his roughness. gojo’s hand swiped across your face before grabbing it and forcing you to look at him. he noticed your low whimpers and your bottom lip tucked into your mouth.

“mmm, you fucking like that don’t you? you like when i handle you just like this, don’t you?” gojo cooed, his hand coming back to tap your face. you nodded, eyes crossing as getou’s fingers found your clit, drawing circles on the swollen nub.

“yeah, she fucking likes it. this pretty pussy squeezes my cock whenever you hit her like that.” getou grunted, gritting his teeth as he staved off his orgasm until you came. “keep squeezing me just like that, baby, shit.” you felt his cock pulsate and twitch inside of you, your cunt gripping him as he continued thrusting into your g spot.

“suguru, pleaseee. can i cummm?” you mewled, eyes meeting gojo’s once more as your legs shook, cunt clenching in search of release. getou groaned, his fingers worked relentlessly on your clit as tears spilled down your face.

“ask satoru, honey. ask satoru if you can cum on daddy’s cock.”

“‘toru, c-can i please?” you whined, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“be a good slut and cream all over suguru’s cock.” gojo leaned down, his lips grazing against yours. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as getou’s cock hammered inside of you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. you cried out, cunt spasming around his length as euphoria showered your body. your arousal sprayed onto the sheets below as your body convulsed, incoherent babbles escaping your lips. the two men watched in awe as your spent body trembled, getou chasing his own release while you hit the end of your orgasm. his hips stuttered as he painted your insides white, his seed spilling out of your hole after he pulled out. your chest rose and fell quickly as you caught your breath, collapsing onto the bed as getou released your hips.

“doin’ so good for us.” getou praised, taking a seat next to you on the bed. his hand gently stroked your back before lifting you up and setting you on his lap, leaning back on the headboard. “spread those legs, let satoru see how pretty your cunt looks with my cum dripping out of you.” you languidly opened your legs, cunt on full display in front of gojo as getou’s seed seeped out of your clenching hole. you rolled your head back onto getou’s shoulder, his hands gripping the insides of your thigh to pry them open even more.

“don’t get sleepy now. we’re not done, baby.” gojo leaned closer to your body, taking two fingers and slipping them inside of your cunt to plug getou’s leaking seed. you writhed, moaning at his fingers scissoring inside of you. getou chuckled, leaving chaste kisses on your neck while massaging your thighs. gojo pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them to your lips. you opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his digits in, sucking getou’s cum off of them.

“i know you want more. the way you’re sucking on my fingers like the insatiable whore you are.” you moaned around his fingers at his degrading words, your cunt clenching and spilling out the seed that gojo had just stuffed back into you. his fingers left your mouth as he lined himself up with your entrance before plunging into your wetness, groaning at your cunt wrapping around him. you arched off of getou’s chest, mewling at his cock moving deep inside of you.

“shit, you didn’t tell me how good this pussy felt.” satoru gasped, slamming his hips into you with abandon. he couldn’t control himself the moment his cock sank inside of you, your velvety walls sucking him.

“f-fuck, ‘toru it—“ you interrupted your sentence with a gasp as getou pulled the butt plug out of your ass, his free hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing at the sides.

“i think this pretty ass is ready to be fucked, hm?” getou turned your head to side, crashing his lips onto yours as you moaned in his mouth. he lifted your hips up and pried your hole open with his cock, slowly sinking you back down until he was fully bottomed out. gojo’s thrusts had paused, being so kind as to allow you to adjust to this foreign feeling. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you squirmed in between them. gojo was longer, but getou was thicker. gojo was deeper inside of you, but getou’s girth was painfully stretching out your ass.

“i can’t. ‘s too much.” you whimpered, pushing off of getou with your hands behind your back, but getou wasn’t having it. his grip on your throat tightened, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

“aw, what happened to taking what i give you? weren’t you beggin’ for my cock earlier? well, you got it now. be. grateful.” he accompanied both of his last two words with harsh thrusts up into your ass, grunting at how tight your unused hole was. you wailed out and nodded, tears rolling down your eyes at the intensity.

“y-yes. ‘m grateful for both of your cocks. feel so full.” you squeezed your eyes shut, heart beating inside of your chest as two resumed thrusting in and out of you. gojo pushed your knees to your chest to fuck into you deeper, moaning as his cock dragged along your walls, rubbing against getou’s cock buried deep into your ass. your ankles were next to your ears, getou’s hands holding your ass and gojo’s pressing the back of your knees to your chest.

“you look so pretty like this. stuffed full of both of our cocks, and look. can see my cock in your tummy, baby.” gojo pressed his forehead on yours, both of you looking down in between your bodies at the bulge that appeared in your stomach with every thrust. your mouth fell open and your cunt spasmed at the sight, unable to peel your eyes away from it as you whimpered.

the way their cocks split you in half was maddening. their thrusts alternated, always keeping you full no matter what hole. it was mind fucking and your head was spinning in circles from the stimulation.

“gonna—gonna cum!” you moaned, tongue lolling out of your mouth as they both continued assaulting your cunt faster. getou slapped your thigh as he held it, fingers digging into your flesh as your ass continued sucking him in, feeling impossibly tight around him.

both men’s grunts and groans were melodic, sounding like music to your ears which aided to your impending climax. you tensed up, body freezing up as euphoria shot through your entire body, cunt twitching as you came. your essence sprayed onto gojo’s lower abdomen as you rode out your high, mind blanking.

you closed your eyes for what you thought was a few seconds, but as you opened your eyes, you found yourself pressed against getou’s chest as he held you up by your knees with your legs spread wide open. he leaned against the wall, peeking over your shoulder at gojo who was kneeling in between your legs. you didn’t remember switching positions, mind still fuzzy from your orgasm. had you gone unconscious?

you jolted in getou’s hold as gojo licked one long strip up your slit, gathering all of your cum and his on his tongue.

“wh—“ you rested your head on getou’s shoulder as he whispered praises in your ear, reassuring you that you could give them another couple orgasm because you’re their good girl. gojo lapped up your arousal, sucking on your clit while he stroked his own dick, moaning in between your legs. after he was done feasting, he stood up and squeezed your cheeks together, your lips parting just enough for him to slowly spit some of your cum and his into your mouth. getou cursed at the nasty scene in front of him, watching you obediently swallow the cum.

“that’s a good fucking girl.” gojo cooed, smiling as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“need more, please.” you begged, wriggling in getou’s hold anxiously, needing to feel as full as you did moments ago. it was addicting and you needed more.

“turn her around.” gojo told getou as he licked his lips, eyes focused on your dripping cunt. you whined as getou placed you on the ground only to spin you around facing him. he lifted you up by your thighs as gojo pressed his chest against your back, his cock pressing into your lower back.

“tell us what you want, baby.” getou’s cock prodded at your entrance, teasing you as you whimpered, glossy eyes peering up at him.

“want you both to stuff all of my holes, please. want you to cum inside of me & make me yours.” it was almost pathetic how needy you were for these two men. of all the partners you had been with, none of them held a candle to getou and gojo. the pair talked down on you like you were street garbage, but fucked you like it was their last time to show you how much they adored you. you absolutely loved it.

“like this?” gojo’s cock slowly disappeared into your ass while getou did the same in your cunt. almost immediately after they bottomed out, you felt the need to cum. this new position allowed their cocks to penetrate deeper inside of you than before.

“ohhhh god.” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as your head dropped onto gojo’s shoulder. the men began pounding into you relentlessly, showing no remorse. they hadn’t been so kind as to allow you to adjust before they started their assail. you couldn’t even moan, only uttering pathetic whimpers and choked out gasps, the breath constantly being knocked out of your lungs. any sentences you tried to form were reduced to broken words and stutters, your brain struggling to keep up with the intensity. your legs were flailing around in the air over getou’s arms, moving like jello with every thrust. you couldn’t even register the degrading things gojo and getou were saying to you, far too deep in bliss to understand, only recognizing the grunts and groans falling from their lips.

“you still with us, sweet pea? or did we flip a switch in that empty brain of yours?” gojo teased, hissing at your tight hole squeezing him in, his cock rubbing against getou’s through your thin walls.

“nnngh—uh huh.” you mewled, excitedly bouncing up and down on their cocks to meet their harsh thrusts. your cunt continuously contracting around getou’s cock, his furious thrusts and throbbing cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. you knew you wouldn’t last long with them ramming into you like this, but you had little to no warning when an orgasm washed over you, body twitching and back arching as your arousal gushed out of you. you swore you came for more than two minutes, muscles spasming and legs shaking as gojo and getou continued plunging into you while they chased their own release.

getou came first, filling up your asshole with his load while sucking on your neck, leaving his mark on your body. gojo followed shortly after, painting your walls white with his seed, moaning out your name as his hips stilled. the three of you stayed in this same position for a few moments, collecting yourselves and gathering the energy to move.

“fucking best pussy i’ve ever had. i can see why everyone raves on about you.” gojo chuckled, placing kisses on your neck and collarbone while getou did the same on the other side.

“i think we might have to keep you for ourselves. keep you as our own personal slut. i don’t want anyone else touching this pussy.” getou reached behind your back, removing the belt binding your hands together. a wave of relief washed over you as you felt your wrists being freed. you brought your hands out from behind your back and laced your fingers through both men’s hair, sighing out in pleasure as both their lips were attached to your neck, kissing and sucking on every inch of skin. you nodded, gasping as getou and gojo slipped their cocks out of you, their cum dribbling out of your fucked out holes while they gently let you down. your legs just about gave out from how sore they were, cunt aching as you wobbled over to your bed. you collapsed on the sheets, sighing out as you rolled onto your back, looking at gojo and getou standing at the end of the bed.

“hope we didn’t go too hard on you, sweet pea.” gojo took a seat on the bed next to you, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb before bringing your hand up to his lips for a kiss. you shook your head and lazily smiled with your eyes still shut.

“was really good,” you mumbled, looking over at getou who was throwing his clothes back on. your eyebrows furrowed as you sat up a bit, wondering why he was getting dressed. you knew they wouldn’t stay long, but you didn’t think he’d be leaving this early.

“sugy, where you going?” you asked, your bottom lip quivering. gojo chuckled to himself, laying down next to you.

“i’m not leaving if that’s what you were wondering. i figured you’d be hungry so i was gonna grab something to eat for us. we can watch a movie or something when i get back.” he reassured, walking over to you and giving you a quick peck as he stroked your hair. you exhaled, not realizing you were holding your breath the entire time.

“he told you, you’re ours now. we wouldn’t leave you high and dry like that. now come on, i’ll let you rest a little before suguru comes back.” gojo pulled you down to his chest, his finger running up and down your bare spine as getou left. you smiled as you drifted off to sleep with gojo’s hands roaming your body.

gojo looked down at your sleeping body and hummed to himself, glad that he and suguru had finally made you theirs. though before today, you had never even gave gojo a second glance, gojo was always in the background. getou’s several failed attempts and sleazy schemes had finally paid off. you would only spread your legs for them and no one else.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎‎

listen to his voiceee. ⋆ cunt devouring. ⋆ massive size kink. ⋆ prone bone. ⋆ straddling his lap. ⋆ anal princess. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ pretty & shy girl blowjob. ⋆ pounding you in missionary.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

beneath the table. ⋆ cockwarming while he plays games. ⋆ squeaky girlfriend. ⋆ what a distraction. ⋆ pussy eating. ⋆ clit licking. ⋆ rubbing you off. ⋆ plap plap plap ! ⋆ tit worshipper.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

slow teasing. ⋆ soft choking. ⋆ ass groping. ⋆ kissing in lingerie. ⋆ somnophilia. ⋆ the vids he sends you at work. ⋆ warm & entwined. ⋆ gentle fingering. ⋆ rubbing your pussy for you.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

slutty waist. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ love hate sex with your ex. ⋆ let me show you a trick. ⋆ ass eating. ⋆ hard pounding. ⋆ bathroom floor. ⋆ balancing on the wall. ⋆ rubbing you. ⋆ sideways.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

dumbification. ⋆ backshots in a maid dress. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ spread your legs & let him do his job. ⋆ taking it so well. ⋆ kinky shit p2. ⋆ tied & edged. ⋆ fucking in the backseat of his car.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱‎

schoolgirl fit (kunas ver.). ⋆ kidnapped. ⋆ personal use. ⋆ position goes crazy. ⋆ punishment in cuffs. ⋆ folded & munching your cunt. ⋆ rough fucking. ⋆ full nelson.

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NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Summary: This is the sequel of this post. For Gojo, Nanami and Choso. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Content: dirty talk, handjob, oral sex (female and male receiving), swallowing cum, penetrative sex, fantasies about sex, cumming too soon + soft sex in Choso's part

Satoru Gojo

It's summer and it’s way too fucking hot. The weather and you. Gojo watches you training with your pupils from afar, not able to keep his eyes from your figure. You’re wearing such a short skirt again. And the way it rides up your thighs, higher and higher, has him mesmerized. 

He gulps when he catches your eyes. You look at him, your expression unreadable. Shit, did you see him staring? Gojo gulps, scratching his neck before he waves at you, trying his best to keep his smile casual. You wave back at him, your full lips forming into a smile. God, you’re beautiful.

He lets out a deep breath as he turns around, taking long strides across the campus to reach his office. Oh man, looking at you makes him stupid. But you’re just so enchanting. Gojo can’t keep himself from looking at you, his eyes always traveling to you, no matter how hard he tries not to stare. 

After the incident of pleasuring himself in his office a week ago he has restrained from touching himself to the thought of you. But now, as he sits on the couch, the fantasies creep back into his mind with a certain persistence. And the way your skirt rode up your thighs just now doesn’t help his state at all. He mindlessly scrolls through his phone, trying to distract himself. He desperately tries to think about anything other than the fullness of your glistening lips or the way your skirt hugs your ass so perfectly. Fuck. Gojo sighs, tossing his phone next to him. He knows it’s a useless endeavor. It just doesn’t work; not thinking about you. How could he? You’re a fellow teacher so he sees you almost everyday.

You’re his colleague that’s why he feels shame mixing in with the lust cursing through his body. He knows it’s foolish, perverse even to do it but he can’t help himself. You’re taking up all the space in his head and it makes him nearly sick. Gojo curses loudly when he feels the blood rushing down his body. He has to get you out of his mind, and he only knows one way to do that.

A string of curses falls from his lips as he hurriedly tugs down his pants and boxers. Just once more, and then he’ll stop this inappropriate behavior, that’s what he’s promising himself as his hand wraps around his twitching dick. He lazily strokes his aching length, pumping into his flushed tip. 

His head falls against the backrest as his eyes flutter shut. The image of your short skirt comes into his mind instantly. He pictures his hands gliding along your hips, pulling up the hemline to reveal your bare ass to him. He imagines pulling your panties to the side, his long fingers gliding along your soaking folds before he plunges them inside of you. He increases the pace of his hand, imitating the pace of how he would thrust his fingers inside of your dripping pussy. A bead of pre-cum drips form his cock, easing the glide of his steady hand. Gojo groans quietly, imagining it’s your wetness that coats his throbbing dick. 

And then he stops his movement. He curses quietly under his breath. Gojo feels a familiar energy approaching. It’s you. He holds his breath, wondering if you’re really on the way to him. He hears your timid knocking on his door. The way you say his name has his cock twitching in his hand. It feels like a deja-vu; somehow he finds himself in this precarious situation again. 

And this time it’s different. Gojo doesn’t know what possesses him. Before he even realizes what these short words entail they drop from his lips, hurriedly and strained “Come in.”

If the situation wouldn’t be that serious he would probably laugh at the expression on your face as your eyes land on him. Your gaze trails over his white hair hanging into his face, down to his spread legs, and his large hand wrapped around his flushed dick. Your eyes quickly flicker back up to his face, his half-lidded eyes boring into yours. You open and close your mouth, unable to utter a word, your face flushed in embarrassment. 

The silence that encompasses you two is almost unbearable. And then you just turn on your heel, walking towards the door. Gojo feels shame and embarrassment burn in his chest. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that. Maybe he just made a big mistake. He lets go of his dick, grabbing a cushion to cover himself. 

“Wait, I’m sorry y/n,” he mutters, his voice uncharacteristically weak. The tension in the room is nearly ripping him apart, as you stand with your hand on the door handle. His eyes bore into your back and he would love nothing more than to see your expression. Your name falls from his parted lips again, softly and apologetically.

You turn around while running a hand through your hair. You take a few seconds before your eyes fix on his. You frown at him.

“This is fucking insane. You’re actually insane,” you finally say with a small voice. He doesn’t know why but hearing you say anything at least soothes him a little bit. 

Gojo swallows, sighing shakily, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have,” he mumbles with a sense of guilt.

You shake your head slightly, averting his piercing gaze. “Then why did you? Why did you let me in?”

His eyebrows rise slightly in surprise; he didn’t expect this question. “I- uh” he stutters, his voice hoarse. “I thought maybe that you would…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He just exposed himself physically, he isn’t sure if he can uncover more of himself.

“Help you?” You finish his sentence, your words merely a whisper. Your gaze travels back to him, fixing on his eyes. He notices the hesitance in your voice and expression. He gulps, feeling the dryness of his throat. He does nothing to hide the strong red blush sprawled across his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he breathes in response. He watches you processing what he just said.

“How can I help you?” You ask. And the wording of the question, the absurdness of the situation as a whole, makes a small chuckle fall from his lips. 

“Come here,” he demands softly. And he almost can’t believe his eyes when you come closer to him. He has seen a lot of things, but you walking towards him like this, your face unsure and vulnerable, makes his heart beat impossibly faster. His anticipation heightens as you cross the distance between you two. 

Gojo lets out a shaky breath as you kneel down in front of him. He stays frozen as you pull the cushion away from him, revealing his hard cock to you. He almost feels proud when he notices your intimidated expression at the sheer size of his dick. You stay silent as you timidly wrap your hand around his girth. Gojo shudders at the sensation of your delicate wrapped around him.

You tear your gaze away from his cock, looking up at him, a slight smile tugging at your lips. You slowly move your hand, pumping into his swollen tip. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that,” he breathes, his hungry eyes taking in the sinful picture in front of him. Your touch is the same as in the past; cautious and gentle. But as you start to move your hand faster he notices you losing any of your usual wariness. Your delicate hand moves up and down his aching length as if you have thought about this as well. A moan slips past his parted lips as another bead of pre-cum leaks from his tip, helping to ease the glide of your ceaseless hand. 

And then you lean down, circling the sensitive tip of his with your soft lips. A gasp escapes his mouth at the sensation. His one hand threads through your hair, his dark blue eyes trained on your lips wrapped around him. You take more of him in your mouth, eliciting him a small groan. And then you start bobbing your head, your hand following your movement on what you can’t fit.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. I knew you would be good at this,” he mutters, his breath caught a little as he spoke.

Gojo groans as you moan around him, the vibration causing his hips to jerk up. You shortly let go of him, a string of spit connecting you to his flushed tip as you pull away.

“You thought about this?” You ask unbelieving,“What else did you think about?” Your hazy eyes are fixed on his face curiously. His thumb glides along your bottom lip, wiping the spit off.

“You wanna hear what I fantasized about?” Fuck. Apparently, you aren’t such a good girl as he assumed. You nod your head, continuing to drag your hand along his sloppy dick.

He swallows before he speaks. “I thought about this, about you-” he starts, his voice hoarse. A low gasp interrupts his sentence when you take his dick into your mouth again. “Thought about you sucking me off like this,” he mumbles, watching your eyes watering as you bob your head again.

“Thought about fucking you,” he almost groans, his hips jerking up again at the thought. His heightening arousal makes it hard to speak coherently but he tries. The delirious look of your eyes at his words only riling him up more. 

“Was wondering how wet you would be for me, how you would feel wrapped around me,” Gojo mumbles, feeling you coaxing him closer and closer to his impending orgasm. 

The thought of these fantasies and the sensation of telling you them as you choke on his cock is making him nearly tip over the edge. But what finally does it for him are your beautiful eyes, the look of pure devotion as you watch him fall apart above you. 

His hips jerk up helplessly, rutting in the warm and wet heat of your mouth. “Fuck ‘m gonna cum,” he mumbles, his dick pulsating deep inside of your throat.

You let go of him, your hand jerking him through his orgasm as you loll out your tongue. He watches you like that, your lips glistening with spit, your half-lidded eyes set on him. His breath falters and ceases for a moment just before he cums. 

A string of curses leaves his lips as his hot cum shoots out of him. He watches the strings of cum coating your tongue and lips white as you pump into his increasingly sensitive tip to milk him dry. The sound of your delirious moan as you taste him makes him groan loudly. You stop your movement once you’ve swallowed all of his spent. You let go of him, his reddened dick falling heavy against his thigh. 

And as he wipes some spit and cum off your chin he thinks that maybe he doesn’t have to break that promise of not touching himself. Maybe you will keep helping him like this.

Kento Nanami

You’re still standing in the dimly lit office, your eyes scanning his face. “Uhm…Are you okay?” You ask, your face is painted with worry, as your eyes trail over his flustered face. 

His voice is hoarse as he mutters quietly. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Nanami tries to keep his face his straight, although he worries about the situation he finds himself in. How can he put his pants back on discreetly? What about his soiled hand, coated with his spent? He averts your gaze, scanning the room, desperately thinking of a way out of this odd situation.

“You look like you have a fever or something,” you mutter as you take slow strides through the office. Fuck, you’re walking towards your desk that is right in front of his. He feels his cheeks heating up. Why did he even touch himself at work? His brain must have short circuited. 

He feels utterly helpless, backed in a corner as he has no other choice than to just watch you. You look over your desk again, trying to find your phone or whatever and Nanami seizes the opportunity. He quickly lifts his hips but then you turn around again and he sits back down. Shit. 

“You really didn’t see my keys?” You ask again, frowning slightly.

Goddamn, these fucking keys. “No,” he grits through his teeth.

You raise your brows as his annoyed voice falls on your ears. Your face drops a little.Nanami rubs his clean hand over his face, letting out a sigh. And as he has his eyes closed he doesn’t register you squatting down, your eyes trailing over the floor, searching for a glint of silver in the dark. But what you find instead is Nanami’s half-hardened, thick dick glistening with his cum. Your heart stops for a second as you take in the sight. 

“Oh my god,” you say, your chest tightening. 

The tone of your voice has Nanami perking up and when he sees you getting back up he feels his heart clenching. From the look on your face, he doesn’t even have to ask if you saw something. Your face is flushed in embarrassment, your eyes so wide they are about to plop out of your head. He quickly closes his pants, but that’s far too late now.

“Fuck, y/n. I’m so sorry. I’m really am sickened, I’m so sorry,“ he doesn’t even know what to say, how to apologize for this. He gets up and then he sees his cum still on his hand. He finds a tissue somewhere, wiping himself clean, while you just stand there, listening to him mumbling his apology. 

“Are you okay?” He asks when you still just look at him with your widened eyes. 

He gulps, the embarrassment and guilt burning in his chest. He probably feels as overwhelmed by the situation as you. 

“You were jerking off here?” You ask flabbergasted, your voice quiet.

Nanami gulps. “Yeah. I- I’m sorry.” He averts your gaze, not wanting to see your expression, afraid of what it might entail.

“Why here? What were you thinking about?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper.

The question catches him off guard. He’s sure he didn’t hear you right “I- what?”

“What did you think about?” You repeat yourself, your eyebrows raising, your challenging eyes fixed on him.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, unable to utter anything.

He sees you struggling, before your soft voice fills up the vacant office again. “Were you thinking about me?”

He feels like he is hit by a brick. “I’m sorry, y/n,” he starts again. 

You frown slightly, your voice harder now. “That doesn’t answer my question, Nanami.”

The way you say his name is what gets him. He sighs, averting your gaze as he mumbles a low yes. He thinks he is about to combust from all the shame and embarrassment that fills him.

“What exactly were you thinking about?” You asks again, but he only shakes his head, hiding his face in his hands. Why are you teasing him with these questions?

He hears you sighing, but he is still too afraid to look into your face. He hears your heels on the floor and he feels your warmth when you stand in front of him. Are you going to hit him? He deserves it. He braces himself internally, lowering his hands to reveal his face to you. 

And when his eyes take in your face before him, his breath hitches. You don’t look pissed. The surprise is still evident on your face, but there is something else hidden in your expression. 

“If you don’t wanna tell me, you can show me,” you propose, your voice so low he has trouble understanding you. But even if you would have screamed these words, he would’ve think he didn’t get it right.

Now it’s Nanami’s turn to be flabbergasted. He looks at you dumbfounded, his brown eyes trailing over your features. Is he still dreaming? “What did you say?”

You repeat your sentence, averting his gaze as you fumble with your hands.

“I- are you sure?” He asks breathlessly, a chuckle daring to rip past his lips at the turn of events.

You look at him again, nodding your head as you step a little closer to him. And your eyes are unbelievable as they set on his, glistening in the low light. He must be dreaming. 

But then you extend your arm to cradle his face in your delicate hand. And before his mind can react, his body does. He leans down and your lips meet. The kiss is soft at first. Nanami realizes how soft your lips are and the more he tastes of you the hungrier he gets. 

His tongue prods into your mouth eagerly, his hands smoothing over your body before he pulls away breathlessly. He moves you towards his desk, as you sit a top of it. 

His large palms rest on your thighs as he lets his gaze travel over your figure. He really can’t believe what is happening right now. A smug grin tugs at the corner of his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief as he mutters “Were you thinking about me as well?”

You avert his gaze, a low chuckle falling from your lips, as your cheeks blush profusely. He stops you from pressing your thighs together, only spreading them further apart. You don’t have to answer him, your bodily reaction is answer enough. 

He smoothes his hands along your hips and waist until they cup your breasts through your blouse. His thumb brushes along your nipples until they perk up noticeably through the sheer material. He watches your face while doing so, seeing the blush creeping up your neck and the lust-drunk look in your eyes. 

He moves to unbutton your blouse, revealing your bare chest to him. So he was right in assuming that you took off your bra earlier. He presses soft kisses onto your neck, his one hand cradling your jaw to give him more access. He trails lower and lower until his mouth latches onto your sensitive nipple, sucking ever so slightly.

He feels blood rushing down his body again, your scent and your body clouding his mind. Your delicate hands cradle into his blond hair, tugging ever so slightly. A groan rips past his lips before he moves onto your other nipple. He lets go of it within a few seconds.

He looks up at you and his heart melts in his chest when he sees the loving expression on your face. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles. He breaths feathery kisses onto your stomach, dipping lower and lower until he hikes up your skirt. He takes ahold of your panties, pulling them down your legs. 

The sight before him has him gaping. Your pussy is just too pretty. His large finger glides along your folds, collecting your wetness. He slowly circles your clit, watching your eyes grow wide at the pleasure. 

Then he presses soft kisses onto your thighs. And he relishes in the way you slightly squirm, the tugging at his hair indication of your desire to finally have him buried in your pussy. 

“I’m sorry that this happened like this,” he breathes, his hot breath fanning over your soaking folds. “Let me make it up to you, okay?”

The way you hum a soft yes, arching your back ever so slightly towards him makes his blood run hot. His hands grab your ass forcefully as he licks a long stripe up your pussy. He has to suppress a moan when he tastes you on his tongue. You’re just so sweet. Nanami might just found his new favorite dessert. 

His tongue laps at your folds before his lips seal around your clit and he sucks slightly. The delicious sound this elicits you has his cock twitching. He groans against your soaking pussy and sucks harder on your sensitive clit.

He moves his one hand, plunging his finger inside of you. Fuck, you’re so fucking soft. He can’t help but to wonder how heavenly you would feel wrapped around his dick. His cock throbs painfully in his pants and he is sure he could cum just from the sensation of your pussy on his lips and your lewd noises.

He starts to pump his finger inside of you, adding a second one as he feels how wet you are. His tongue circles your bundle of nerves as he does so. And when he sucks on your clit and curls his fingers inside of you, your breathless pants turn into soft moans. He longs to hear more of you, he wants to hear you moan his name, he wants to hear you scream and beg and plead for him to give you his all. But this is about you now, not about him. 

So Nanami works deliberately, curling his fingers just right to reach that magical spot inside of you. And when he sucks harshly on your clit again, your pussy spasms around him. He groans when your legs shake around his head. You tremble, your moans turning into high-pitches whimpers as he coaxes you closer and closer to your orgasm.

The way your hands tug on his hair is nearly hurting him but he doesn’t care. He wants to have you gushing all over his tongue and fingers, he wants to be drenched from your juices. So he increases his pace and within a few seconds he has you tipping over the edge. Your spine bows, and a sweet whine of his name drops onto his ears as you come undone. 

He watches you intensively as he draws your orgasm from you. Your eyes are shut tight, your mouth opened as his name drops from your lips. A groan falls from his glistening lips and he continuous to pump his fingers into you while his thumb rubs over your throbbing clit until you whine from the overstimulation. 

If he thought earlier the sight of you late night working was amazing, the sight of you cumming all over his fingers is groundbreaking. He’ll never get enough of this. Nanami licks your cum off his fingers, savoring your taste, his dark eyes still set on you. And then you open your eyes, catching his gaze. The way your chest rises with your ragged breath and your flushed skin makes him almost proud, knowing that he did that to you. 

“Do you forgive me?” He asks, his voice a little breathless. You just have to forgive him. He’ll do anything to make sure you do.

Choso

“Fuck, you’re so heavy, Choso,” you mutter, desperately trying to keep him steady on his wobbly legs. Only a few more meters and you let him drop onto the couch. You plop down right next to him, catching your breath. 

“Why did you drink so much?” You ask, still panting from low-key dragging him up the stairs. 

He looks at you, an uncharacteristically smug grin on his lips. “Sorry,” he slurs.

You laugh and the sound of it only makes him grin brighter. “It’s all good,” you say, not sober yourself after the drinks you two had at the bar. 

“Can I sleep over here?” You ask, although you already know his answer. You often sleep over at his place when you come home that late. 

“Sure,” he answers, his half-lidded eyes trailing over your face before he averts his gaze. “You want to borrow a shirt?”

“Yeah that would be great,” you beam at him. Choso makes a move to get up but you beat him to hit. 

“I think it’s better if I get one myself,” you say, standing up.

He only nods, watching your retreating figure as you go to his bedroom. He has to resist the urge to follow you and help you. He swallows thickly when you get out again, only wearing his t-shirt now. He remembers what he did the last time when you were wearing his shirt.

He clears his throat, trying to think of something other than that. You walk towards the kitchen getting water for you both. Choso tries his best to keep his gaze from lingering on your bare legs for too long. He quickly takes the water you hand him, gulping it down.

“Wow, someone’s thirsty,” you chuckle, watching a drop of water run down his chin. Oh, you have no idea how much. 

“Are you tired?” He asks, wiping the water off his jaw with the back of his hand.

“A little bit,” you answer.

“You wanna sleep in my bed today?” The question leaves his mouth before he can stop it.

You slightly raise your eyebrows. “I can sleep on the couch, that’s no problem. It’s your bed," you mumble sheepishly.

“The bed is way more comfortable. We can share if it’s okay for you?” He asks, his voice hopeful, the look in his eyes almost pleading.

In your drunken state you don’t need any convincing at all. No problem with two friends sharing a bed, right?

That’s how you find yourself in his large bed, the covers wrapped around you. It’s true; it’s way more comfortable than the couch and within a few minutes you’ve fallen asleep. Choso tries his best to fall asleep as well, mirroring your steady breathing. But he already knows it’s a useless endeavor. How could he fall asleep when you are right next to him? He dreamed of this scenario too many times; you in his bed, just without you being asleep.

He watches you in the dark room; his eyes taking in the way the covers hug your body, the way your messy hair is sprawling across the pillow. A soft smile plays around his lips, his finger taking a strand of your hair and twirling it around his finger before he realizes what he is doing.

He sighs, trying to put as much space between you and him as he can. He crosses his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling to stop touching you. Although the bed is big he feels the lack of proximity; his heart beats against his ribcage, his palms dampening.

Choso feels blood rushing down his body. And the alcohol cursing through his veins doesn’t help him in stopping his horny state - rather the opposite is the case. He ignores his throbbing dick in his pants for another few minutes before he gets up. The urge to get a release makes his mind hazy. 

He is in his bathroom now, the door ajar, tugging down his sweatpants and boxers to free his aching cock. He gulps hard when he thinks what he is about to do. He really thought he wouldn’t cross such a boundary but he just won’t be able to close an eye if he doesn’t help himself now. He just has to.

He hisses quietly as he wraps his hand around himself. Choso relishes in the feeling of his palm dragging along his length. He closes his eyes and starts indulging in his fantasies about you.

He’s so wrapped up in his imagination that he doesn’t hear your footsteps. He doesn’t even notice the creak of the door as you open it. Your bleary eyes and weary mind take a few seconds to process the picture that is presenting itself to you; your friend with his hand wrapped around his dick. It’s Choso, but in a state you haven’t seen him before. His face and bare chest are flushed red, his hair messily hanging into his face, his jaw slack, releasing weakened groans of pleasure. That is until you say his name. 

He opens his eyes, a low gasp escaping his mouth. Your name falls from his lips in disbelief. He quickly lets go of himself, hurriedly tugging up his pants.

“What are you doing here?” He asks in a small panicky voice, his dark eyes jumping over your face in panic. He notices the sleepiness gone from your eyes as your mouth hangs agape in surprise.

“I- no- what are you doing?” You squeak.

Choso averts your eyes, not able to know how to react to this situation. He feels his face hot, blushing in embarrassment and his chest burns with shame.

“I’m sorry that you had to see this,” he mumbles meekly after a few seconds. 

He is afraid to look at your face but he can hear the smile in your voice as you mumble a low “Don’t worry, Choso. It’s okay,” you reassure him. “Let’s just go back to sleep okay?” You propose.

He nods, letting out a deep sigh. Relief floods his body that you don’t make a big deal out of it. 

That is until you both are laying on the bed and a quiet chuckle rips past your lips, cutting through the silence.

“What are you laughing at?” Choso asks, turning around to look at your face. You stare at the ceiling until you slightly turn your head. Your beautiful eyes are glinting with mischief. 

“You got a nice dick,” you mumble, the grin evident on your face.

Choso doesn’t know if he wants to laugh with you or cry out of embarrassment. “Shut up,” he mumbles crankily, blushing profusely.

“That’s a compliment,” you continue, acting hurt by his lack of thankfulness.

He only shakes his head slightly, his dark eyes boring into yours. 

“I mean it. Really big,” you playfully mumble.

Choso feels like he is about to combust. He frowns at you but his expression only makes you cackle. 

“And thick” you continue, a shit-eating grin on your face, as you rile him up.

This is the last straw for Choso. He’s fast; his hand covering your mouth within a second. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, your laugh stifled by his large palm. 

And the way your eyes glint at him amusedly makes a small smile appear on his face. “You’re really insufferable,” he mumbles, slowly lowering his hand. 

His eyes fix on your face, observing how the smug grin on your face turns softer. He cradles your face in his hand and his breath hitches when you lean into his touch. The atmosphere has changed somehow.

“Sorry for teasing you,” you say, with your voice as soft as your smile. 

“No, I’m sorry,” Choso mumbles, his thumb smoothing over your face softly. He gulps, his heart beating violently against his chest as he feels the softness of your skin. He looms closer to you. “Can I make it up to you somehow?”

He notices your breath hitching, as your eyes fix on his lips. You open your mouth slightly before closing it again. You move your hand, smoothing a strand of hair away from his eyes, your fingers brushing against his warm skin, still avoiding to look into his eyes. He’s so close, he feels your breath fanning over his face. You look up, your captivating eyes locking with his.

Choso isn’t the best with social cues, but he knows you so well; he knows every of your expressions. Just this one is new to him; your pupils dilated, your mouth slightly parted and your cheeks flushed. It’s painted all over your face that you want to kiss him. So he leans closer, pressing his lips onto yours. 

The warm, plush of your lips meet his and he swears he is about to collapse. His one hand finds purchase on your waist, fingers gently dipping into your flesh. The kiss is soft and tender at first, his one hand cradling your face as if you’re made out of glass. His tongue moves against your own, slowly but surely exploring you, tasting you until you’re the only thing that he can sense. 

Choso pulls away breathlessly, “I’ve been waiting so long to finally do this,” he admits, his dark eyes trailing over your face lovingly. And the way you smile up at him only makes him want to kiss you more.

“Then why did you stop?” You ask him breathlessly, your chest swelling with affection.

A low chuckle rips past his chest before his lips are on yours again. This time the kiss is hungrier, desperate even. He presses himself impossibly closer to you, his hand that isn’t tangled in your hair is smoothing over the side of your body. He grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slightly.

His palm smooths over your hips, waist, higher and higher, until it cups your breast. His thumb circles your nipple, while he swallows the moan he draws from you. If he doesn’t pull himself together, he might cum from just kissing and touching you.

The kiss grows deeper and harder until it turned frantic. Just tasting your lips, your tongue, wasn’t enough. He needs more of you. Now that he had a taste he can’t seem to get enough.

Choso let’s his hand glide down your body, his ceaseless fingers tugging your panties down. You move with him, bucking up your hips so he can pull them down. He stops his movement for a second as he takes in your pretty pussy. It’s like a dream come true. He lets his finger glide along your folds, spreading your wetness. 

His voice is hoarse as he mutters, “You’re so wet and I didn’t even touch you properly.” He almost sounds surprised. He watches your face growing hot, your eyes averting his imploring gaze as his dark eyes find yours. “Now you’re shy?” He teases you playfully. 

“Shu-,” you start to retort weakly but your response gets cut off by your small moan, as he plunges his finger inside of you. He watches your face scrunch up in delight as he adds a second finger, thrusting them into you lazily while his thumb circles your clit.

He works like that, observing every of your sounds and reactions until he has you squirming slightly, your breathing getting heavier and faster. His blood runs hot at the way you lose yourself because of his touch. 

“So pretty,” he mumbles, watching you in awe as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your thighs quiver. Choso desperately tries to ignore his throbbing cock, knowing that he could cum from the sight of you gushing around his fingers. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. But you don’t even have to tell him; he can already feel it. Your walls spasm around his fingers and your spine bows as your orgasm washes over you. He works you through it, until your puffy clit is so sensitive that you squirm underneath him.

He only lets go of you then, his half-lidded eyes fixed on yours. “I need you so bad,” he rasps, the devotion in is voice making you clench around nothing. 

You gulp, whispering a low “come here.” He does so after he loses his pants and boxers. Choso crawls back up to you, positioning himself between your spread legs. 

He leans down, pressing his lips onto yours, his hand cradling your head gently. His dick twitches against your thigh and he knows you both can’t wait any longer. He aligns himself to you, his eyes staying firmly on you as he sinks into you slowly.

His dick drags along your walls inch for inch until he bottoms out. He stays like this, pulling himself together to not cum at this instant. He feels utterly helpless, loosing himself in the heat of your pussy. His gaze is vulnerable and deliberate, as he succumbs to you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, his voice soft with affection. You clench around him in response, causing a groan to slip past his lips. Your delicate hand tangles into his hair, pulling himself close to you so you can kiss him. He reciprocates the kiss with an equal vigor. 

And then he starts to move, dragging his dick out of you, just to thrust deeper inside of you. He drinks up all your moans and whimpers. And you swallow his low moan as your nails rake down his back. He fucks you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to mold himself into you. 

Choso can’t seem to tear himself away from you. His lips are on yours as you pant and moan against each other’s mouths. “So good, so fucking good,” he breathes into your lips, not ever being able to get over how your pussy sucks him in.

Then he starts moving faster as you desperately cling onto him. He ruts into you with fast and hard thrust. He groans into your neck, frantically trying not to cum. But it is so hard for him; all your pretty sounds fall right onto his ear and your pussy is just way to wet and soft.

He already knows that he won’t be lasting long. But he just can’t stop, not when he hears how he makes you feel. So he pounds into you relentlessly, the squelching sound of your pussy mixing in with his desperate groans. 

That is until his name slips past your lips. The sound of it nearly a moan, so tender and devoted. It makes him tip over the edge suddenly. Choso groans, his brows furrowing, helplessly thrusting inside you once more as he comes undone. He moans your name along a string of curses as he spills his hot cum into you, painting your walls white. 

He slumps his figure against yours, his face flushing hot. “Fuck, sorry,” he apologizes, slight shame making itself apparent in his chest. 

“Don’t worry,” you breathe, your hand stroking over his hair tenderly. “I mean I caught you jacking off like 10 minutes ago,” your voice is amused, a breathless little chuckle falling onto his ears. He smiles into the crook of your neck, the sound of it dissolving any negative feelings inside of him. 

Choso moves, his face now hovering above you, his half-lidded eyes gazing deeply into yours.

“That wasn’t the problem. That was all you. You and your perfect pussy” he breathes into your lips.

©sweetdreamlandstuff

𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, takami keigo

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: repost from my old blog ; i wrote this months ago and it’s so bad and i don’t have the strength to read over it so y’all look the other way when there’s horrendous writing parts

✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

Once again, the stinging reality that Midoriya was improving steadily, and he was falling behind was making Bakugou realize that things were not what he’d planned for them to be. It was difficult watching the helpless boy from his childhood slowly grow to outdo him, growing more and more closer with the very man that was his inspiration, while he seemed to be at a dead end.

Nothing Bakugou was doing was getting him where he wanted to be, and the frustration was bubbling over, and not even you could seem to help soothe the bitterness he was feeling. The final straw was when all of his classmates, including you, had left with their provisional licenses secured—save for Todoroki, but that did little to ease his conscience. It was like salt to the wound to watch you smile with glee at your results as he dealt with the aftershocks of his failure.

He wanted to be happy for you, he really did try to muster up a small smile just for you at your excitement, but anger was an all consuming feeling, and Bakugou couldn’t stop from feeling angry that slowly, he was becoming more and more prone to failing.

You could sense that the provisional license exam was a large blow to your boyfriend’s pride. You saw the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he offered you one, and the bus ride home didn’t consist of his usual quiet rambling that only you got to hear. Instead, he simple chose to look out the window, not moving or reacting when you rubbed his arm gently.

Bakugou was struggling internally, you could see that ever since he’d been rescued from the league. His ego had been painfully bruised, along with his self esteem. It was heartbreaking to watch him be so frustrated with himself, they guy who once carried himself so proudly was picking himself apart to try and find the flaws that you knew weren’t there. He was perfect, going through a bit of a rough patch, but he was perfect nonetheless in your eyes. So when you all reached back to campus and made your way to your dorms, you followed him into his, hands interlocked. He didn’t say much, his demeanor still quiet. It was only when you’d made it inside did you speak up.

“Baby, don’t let today beat you down too much, it’s okay—”

“I’m fine, y/n.” He cut you off as he made his way to his bed, collapsing down and laying with his arms behind his head as he stared up.

“I can see you’re not,” you started gently. He didn’t move. Coming forward, you sat next to him, hand beginning to stroke through his hair. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. “Katsuki talk to me.”

“Y/n, I told you I’m fine. I don’t need to talk to you like you’re my damn therapist.”

“No, but you should talk to me like you’re my boyfriend. There’s been a lot on your mind, I just wanna help get somethings off your chest, you—” suddenly, he sat up, pushing your hand off of his head. Glaring at you harshly, his breathing was heavy.

“Y/n, I said I don’t fucking want to talk! What did you not get from that? Stop acting like you get what’s going on and stop being so damn clingy, I’m trying to sit in peace okay?” You stared at him shocked, retracting your hand away. Blinking back tears, you slowly nodded, shuffling off of his bed.

“Okay. I’m… I’m sorry Katsuki. See you later,” you said quietly before exiting his room and closing the door behind you.

You avoided him for the most part the next day, coming in right before class began so you wouldn’t have to interact much while waiting for Aizawa to come in. Though he didn’t make a move to come up to you himself, you could sense his stare burning holes into you, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

And he knew yesterday was a bit uncalled for, and he also knew he had to apologize, but he wasn’t counting on you avoiding him. His hand itched to reach for your wrist, to pull you out of the room and speak with you, but he waited a bit longer, seeing if you were just late this morning and weren’t actually avoiding him. But you didn’t instantly walk beside him during today’s class activities, and you didn’t sit with him during lunch, and after class, when everyone went back to the dorms, you didn’t follow him up to his room, opting to sit and lounge with the rest of your classmates.

His mood turned increasingly sour throughout the day, not happy with the way you interacted with everyone around except him. Finally giving in, he sighed deeply before pulling out his phone.

Hey, where are you? Come up to my room (read)

Y/n seriously come on (read)

You haven’t spoken to me all day (read)

He slammed his phone down, seething in his bed. Slowly, his head dropped into his hands as he thought back to yesterday.

Clingy.

He’d called you clingy. It was almost funny considering the idea of you sitting next to him and playing with his hair sounded really nice right now, but of course things just never went accordingly. They never seemed to anymore for him. You were probably having a grand time with everyone else, away from his company. Suddenly, the image of you sitting in between Midoriya and Todoroki, or even Kaminari, or Sero, or that bastard Mineta flashed through his head, as he imagined you laughing with your head thrown back at something they’d said.

And once again, he was grasping his phone, spamming you with texts to come up to him room right now, to answer your damn texts. Eventually, after minutes of blowing your phone up, his door slammed open, you looking at him in pure rage. He only glared back.

“What in the world is your issue Katsuki?”

“Gee I wonder, you dumbass. Maybe it’s that you haven’t spoken to me all day huh?”

“Well maybe I wanted to let my boyfriend have his precious space since I’ve been so clingy as of late.” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

“Okay, I’m sorry I said that. Now come over here you moron.” But you stood in your place, eyebrow raised at his failed attempt to fix yesterday’s events.

“I was enjoying time with our classmates. I don’t particularly feel like coming ‘here’ Katsuki.” He glared at you further.

“Y/n, you haven’t ‘enjoyed time’ with me at all today. Stop being so damn stubborn and just get in here.”

“I don’t want to spend time with you.” He freezes a bit, staring at you incredulously. Finally, he laughed bitterly, standing up.

“Oh yeah? You don’t? Why are you with me then huh? Since you don’t wanna spend time with your own damn boyfriend.” Rolling your eyes, you shut the door behind you, stepping closer.

“You’re the one who blew up yesterday for saying like one sentence to you! I was just trying to help you, but you decided to be an asshole, and now I’m giving you what you want! Make up your damn mind!” He tugged at his hair, breathing heavily.

“Okay! And I said I’m sorry, what else do you want?”

“You can’t just say a half assed “sorry” after you snap at me like that and expect everything to be okay! That’s not enough!” It was dead silent for a moment before he turned away from you, collapsing onto his bed, hunching over his knees and glaring at the ground.

“Yeah nothing seems to be enough these days. No matter what I do,” he muttered bitterly. Waving you towards the door, he looked to the side. “Go on, go have a good time with everyone else.” And just like that, as much as you hated to admit, you heart ached to run a hand through his hair and place a soft kiss on his forehead. So, walking up to him slowly, you gave in. His arms instantly came to your waist tightly, pulling you into an embrace, face pressing into your stomach.

“Katsuki, things are getting a bit rough on you, I get that, you’ve been through a lot. But you’re bottling it up and snapping at the worst times. You can at least talk to me you know.” His fingers tightened around your shirt.

“Yeah, I know,” he whispered. Sighing, you rubbed over his shoulder with your free hand.

“Babe, you know you’re still doing a wonderful job right? You’ll make an exceptional hero, but you gotta start working on your attitude a bit, look where it led you in your exam.” He grunted, finally pulling his head out of your stomach.

“They were just being babies I wasn’t even that bad.” Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes at him.

“Katsuki you’ll never change.” Finally letting a bit of his usual self slip through, he smirked at you.

“Is that really so bad?” Once again, your eyes rolled.

“It’s the worst.” He laughed, finally giving you a soft smile—one only you got to see every so often.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Good. So then you’ll spend time in here than with the dumb extras. So sit down.” He was utterly the most tiring boy you’d ever met, but still, you climbed into bed with him, laying in his arms as you faced him. Leaning up, you kissed his cheek. Once more, he smirked.

“I knew you’d cave, you’re dumbass can’t go one day without me.”

“I still have texts of you blowing up my phone desperately pleading for my company.” Glaring at you, he reached over and flicked your forehead.

“I didn’t plead, you’re just an idiot. I demanded. I never plead for anything.” Laughing, you buried yourself into his chest, breathing in his scent as you lay there with him.

✿ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

“Shoto, you haven’t said much all day, what’s wrong?” Sighing, he looked at you as you lay beside him, head resting on his arm.

“Nothing y/n, I’m fine.” You could tell something was indeed wrong. Your boyfriend was quiet, that was true, but Todoroki wasn’t normally as silent around you as he was right now, making you a bit concerned for the sudden change. The recent stress of juggling his studies and training and his extra classes to retry for his provisional license had left him a bit stressed, and today was not particularly his day.

After returning from today’s class with Bakugou, he was a bit on edge as you followed him up to his dorm, happily chatting about your afternoon and telling him stories of the encounters you’d had with the other students. Suddenly, your touch wasn’t as soothing, instead it was aggravating, and hearing you ramble wasn’t endearing, it was only making him more frustrated. All he wanted was to be left alone, to sit in peace as he caught a break from his now very hectic schedule.

“Sho, you’ve been much quieter than usual. Why’s that?” Once again, he sighed, this time slightly rolling his eyes. Pulling his arm from under you, he sat up.

“Y/n you haven’t left me alone all day today, is me being silent really that bad? I’m sure you’ve spent enough time with me today.” Looking at him confused, you sat up as well.

“We haven’t really spent a lot of time together recently. You’ve been super busy with your extra classes for your license so I thought today would be nice to spend together, we’re both free for the rest of the day.” Blinking at you, he spoke up after a moment, looking you dead in the eye.

“Y/n, you’re always really clingy. We’re in the same class, it’s not like we don’t see each other often.” Looking at him shocked, you felt your face heat up a bit in embarrassment. Feeling your heart sink, you thought back to your actions throughout the day. You didn’t think you’d been particularly clingy, not thinking that Todoroki may have needed space. Looking at your lap, you played with your fingers.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You could’ve just told me if you weren’t in the mood to hang out.”

“Well it’s not just now. There’s no need to always hold on to me in someway, I need space too okay?” He didn’t mean what he’d said in that last part, it didn’t hold any truth. He loved the affection you displayed, it gave him a sense of comfort he didn’t get quite often growing up, but the rising level of frustration from his stressful day had caused him to snap at you harsher than he should have. Flinching a bit at his tone, you nodded slowly.

“Okay, well uh… I’ll leave you alone then.” He nodded at you, watching as you gathered your belongings and left the room. You didn’t want to be a bother to him anymore, feeling guilty that you’d made him so uncomfortable through your affection. Deciding you’d try to be better about it so Todoroki wasn’t as irritated, the next few days consisted of much less interacting between the two of you. Though you missed his touch and the proximity that used to be between the two of you, you were at least satisfied that your boyfriend would be more comfortable.

Except he wasn’t. Todoroki Shoto was beyond unhappy, you hadn’t kissed him much at all in the last few days, you sat across from him at lunch instead of right beside him, you’d been interacting with everyone else more than him, and you hadn’t been speaking much, constantly glued to your phone during the few times you both were alone when he insisted he come up to your dorm.

He wanted you to pay more attention to him, but all you did was offer him small smiles and short answers to his attempts to spark a conversation. Feeling fed up, he crawled over to where you were sitting on your bed, sliding his way under your arms and in between your legs, laying his head on your chest. You stared down at him for a moment before continuing to scroll through your phone, your free hand sitting on the bed beside your legs instead of in his hair like usual. He was beginning to get increasingly upset.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Sho?” He hesitated for a moment.

“Are you okay?” He felt you nod.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why? Are you okay?” Shrugging he slumped further into you.

“Yeah, I guess.” You only hummed in response, before continuing to like pictures through your feed. After a few moments, he began to have doubts. Had you begun to realize he wasn’t what you wanted? Was this your subtle way of hinting you’d gotten bored of him? The weight of thinking you had slowly begun to fall out of love with him was crushing, he didn’t want to let go of the one person who made him feel safe and valued. Looking up at you, he asked you the question that was beginning to fill his mind up with dread.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” he said quietly.

“I love you too.” His heart sank. You didn’t kiss his forehead like you always did. Gripping your shirt tightly, he looked up.

“You promise?” Looking down at him, you began to frown, wondering where this was coming from. Finally, finally, you ran a hand through his hair, making him bury his head back into your chest.

“Yeah, I do promise. Where’s this coming from Sho?” Grabbing your other hand, he pulled it to lay on his back, giving you the signal to start rubbing it. Slowly, you did, waiting for his explanation.

“Why are you acting like this?” Looking at him confused, you tilted your head.

“Like what Shoto? What’s going on?” He looked up at you, eyes wide and sad.

“Like you don’t want me around.” Finally understanding, you cupped his cheeks, leaning in and giving him his long awaited kiss on the forehead.

“I was just giving you some more space, like you asked.” His face dropped even more before he buried it into your neck, laying fully on top of you.

“I’m sorry, I was just frustrated that day. I missed you the last few days.”

“Shoto, it’s okay, if I’m too overbearing for you sometimes you can tell me. I won’t coddle you as much.” He frowned at your words, guilt eating him up for making you feel like he didn’t enjoy your doting, and for saying something he didn’t mean solely because he’d been having a bad day. You always made him time for him and made him feel special, even on days he could tell you weren’t feeling the best. Slowly pulling his head out of your neck, he faced you, shaking his head.

“No, I’m sorry y/n, I really didn’t mean it. I just snapped, it was a rough day. I miss you being the way you were before, a lot. You’re not overbearing.” Feeling your heart swell a little, you scratched at his scalp gently, while your other hand ran over his back and shoulders.

“It’s okay Sho, I’m not mad. You can just tell me when you’re having a bad day and you want to be alone though, okay? I won’t mind if you need some time to yourself.” Nodding, he relaxed into you as you pulled a blanket over his form, kissing his forehead once more before finally paying more attention to him, softly telling him about your day.

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒

Takami Keigo’s tired.

Poor thing’s been worked to the bone, down to his very last feather. And this week had been a particularly nastier one in a while, the public had been swarming him more, the media was exceptionally focused on him as of recent, and the undercover work coupled with typical hero work was more grueling than usual. All he wanted to do was collapse in bed and sleep away the stress that had pent up, to ease the tenseness in his muscles, and to forget about the rough week he’d been having.

He flew into his window, after a long unforgiving day of duties, looking forward to some time to himself. Only as he stepped in, he was greeted with a sight that usually made his heart skip two beats, but today, it made his demeanor even grumpier. Seeing you in his kitchen cooking a meal usually made him feel a sense of completeness, a feeling he’d longed for as a child, the domesticity was something that filled the holes and stitched the tears his childhood had left behind.

But for some reason, today he wasn’t too thrilled to see you. You being here meant having to spend time and energy with you, energy that he really didn’t have today. Walking over, he glanced at you wearily as you beamed happily at your boyfriend.

“Hi Kei! I’ve been waiting for you to get home. Go wash up, dinner will be ready in a bit.” Sighing deeply, he took off his coat, gloves, and goggles, setting them on his counter before rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.

“Y/n are you serious right now? Look I love you, but this is a bit much don’t you think?” Tilting your head in confusion, you glanced at the food on the stove.

“Oh, do you not like this dish? That’s okay, we can order something, or I can make something else if you wanna wait—”

“Y/n, I don’t have the energy for this,” he grumbled. Eyebrows furrowing further, you racked your brain for what he could mean.

“What do you mean Kei? Are you not hungry?” He shook his head, looking at you through narrowed eyes.

“I’m exhausted. You know that. I can’t have date night with you right now, I just wanna take a nap,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. Frowning, you tried to explain.

“Oh no, we’re not hav—”

“Y/n, I don’t have the energy to spend time with you right now. What are you not understanding? Can’t you see I’m about to fall asleep where I’m standing?”

“Kei, I’m not—” he cut you off yet again.

“God y/n, why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re so god damn clingy all the time like get a life! I have other things to do,” he spat at you, venom lacing his tone. Recoiling, you stared at him astounded before feeling your eyes start to water. Clearing your throat, you awkwardly nodded, quickly turning off the stove and gathering your things to leave.

“S-sorry Keigo,” you whispered before making your way out your apartment. You wiped away tears as you made your way to your own apartment, hurt by your boyfriend’s outburst. You knew this week had been a rough one for him, and you also knew he was tired and grumpy when he came home. Hoping to make a nice meal for him so he could eat something homemade and finally rest like he deserved, he’d quickly thrown the idea out the window, ruining your attempts to care for him through his bad attitude. Sniffling, you frowned, deciding that if it was alone time he wanted, it was alone time he’d get.

Evidently, Takami Keigo did not handle the silent treatment very well. He also did not handle no longer being the center of your attention very well either, absolutely losing his mind two days into your resolve. The first day consisted of his usual good morning texts and updates from his work, not really noticing you weren’t responding to him until later. He really began to realize that you weren’t answering when his phone calls went to voicemail, getting restless that he hadn’t heard from you. But the last straw was when not only had you ignored his offer to come over to his apartment, but you also didn’t answer his knocks at your window when he flew to your place.

Eventually, he was able to follow you into your apartment after catching sight of you outside doing errands, refusing to leave you alone till you gave him the attention he craved. Except now, he wasn’t whiny and bratty anymore, now he was beginning to get hurt over your insistence to ignore him.

Trying to kiss you, Keigo frowned when you dodged his lips. He pouted at the lack of attention sent his way.

“Y/n, come on, why won’t you speak to me?” Silence. “Baby? We haven’t spoken at all in the last two days, I miss you!” More silence. His wings drooped along with his shoulders and his heart plummeted. “Y/n? Don’t… don’t you miss me?” Nothing. You didn’t say a word as you continued to make dinner, enough for one, Keigo noted. Gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, he looked at you heartbroken. “Y/n, what’s going on?” Looking at him with narrowed eyes, you tugged your wrist out of his grasp harshly, giving him a glare.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why are you being so god damn clingy?” Hurt flashed across his face.

“Wha—” oh. Now he remembered, you were upset over the not so nice words he’d snapped while he was exhausted.

“I came to your home trying to make you a meal so you could eat and relax, and you sat there, didn’t even let me explain, and called me clingy and told me to get a life. Well I got one, and clearly that’s not enough to make you happy either, so what do you want?” Looking at you sadly, he tried to grab your hands, face dropping when you didn’t allow him to.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude, I was just really tired. I didn’t really think before speaking.” Still not happy with him, you continued to make dinner, not paying him any mind. He stood behind you for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests, burying his head into your neck. “I’m sorry y/n, really. I don’t appreciate you enough, you always take care of me. No one’s ever done that before. You’re not clingy, I’m losing my mind over two days without you. Please don’t be mad?” Sighing, you rolled your eyes at yourself for how fast you gave into him. Turning, you held your arms for him to fall into, his head drooping to your shoulder. Clutching you tightly, he relaxed when your fingers carded through his blonde locks.

“You were exceptionally mean to me you know,” you whispered. He nodded, hugging you tighter.

“I know. I love you though,” he offered. Chuckling, you kissed the side of his head.

“I love you too.”

“Enough to make me dinner?”

“Maybe not that much.” He looked up at you, pouting. Laughing, you pecked his jutted lips before conceding. “Okay fine.” He beamed, returning to his previous position of hugging you from behind as you made dinner for the two of you.

GOJO SATORU || home wrecker

request: hi! Can i ask for a young megumi and teen gojo. Where teen gojo introduces his s/o to a young megumi and as they get closer megumi ends up having a child crush on s/o but gojo has a crush on her first, might as well end up with gojo confessing to her in the end? (i thought this would be funny cause i’d feel megumi would say no to gojo when he kindly ask to stop cuddling to s/o just to irk gojo)

note: i love this so much??? can you imagine just pouty and ‘cold’ child megumi fighting with poor gojo about having a crush on the older man’s s/o? and gojo being like, confused if he should be annoyed or happy about the entire thing? just kid!megumi and gojo annoyance lmaooo

pronouns: them/they

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“So…I have something important I want to share with you two.”

It was a weekend in the “Gojo household”; Tsumiki had finished making a simple meal for the three of them, with Megumi helping wherever he can. Gojo, who has been banned from the kitchen, had gone out earlier to do ‘something’. It has been happening for the last few weeks now; it had started with Gojo telling the two kids one evening that he was going to ‘see someone’. It wasn’t like Gojo going on ‘dates’ were a new thing in the household - they were used to him coming home early the next day, clearly dishevelled and smelling like someone else’s perfume. Megumi can’t even count how many times he’s found makeup or lipstick marks on Gojo’s shirts whenever he goes to collect the older man’s laundry in his room.

But it was different this time. 

Instead of dressing like he was going to some pub to catch a new fling - for starters, he was wearing a button up shirt. Megumi and Tsumiki can’t remember any time they’ve seen him in a button up shirt. Even when he needed to dress for a formal event in the jujutsu world, everyone would expect for him to arrive to the event in his Jujutsu High uniform. Or not, he wouldn’t even be there to begin with. So the fact that Gojo was ‘going somewhere’ wearing a button up had caused the kids to share a curious look. But before they can ask, Gojo was darting out of their home; clearly looking like he was rushing to wherever he needed to be. He was probably late again.

Ever since then, it was clear to the kids that he was seeing someone. From him going on more and more dates (where he actually puts an effort into how he looks), to them catching him sneak in shopping bags from jewellery stores and random articles of clothing that definitely do not fit Gojo. Tsumiki had even saw a stuffed bear that Gojo had ‘hid’ away into his wardrobe; and it was one of those cheesy bears holding a heart in between its hands that you give people during Valentines Day.

The two of them had concluded that someone had managed to capture the older man’s heart; and were curious to see who this person was. So when Gojo had suddenly said that he wanted to share something with them, the both of them shared an excited look between each other before they turned to face the man once more. Said man caught the look they shared with one another, to which he just raised an eyebrow before he shrugged it off; he has more important things to announce. 

“Clear your Saturday this week. I want you two to meet someone.”

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pitfighter vi who promises reader just the tip and then gives her the whole strap🫶🫶🫶

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐏

vi making you take the whole strap

WARNINGS: NONCON! Dead Dove Do Not Eat, virginity loss, coercion, dacryphilia, spit play, implied corruption kink, bulging, be safe, heed warnings!

from roselí. ᡣ𐭩 : i am so in love with this idea omg omg omg— this was supposed to be a drabble and then i got carried away, so the ending is abrupt. ^^

Vi would just be going against her better judgment here, like she usually does about… everything.

"...Are you sure this is what you want, baby?"

She’d asked gently as she leaned down and whispered into your ear, her breath warm as it hit your skin. Vi's hands moved up and down your sides slowly, her body pressed against yours. She let out a something like a huff of a laugh through her nose at your whispered, ‘Yes… But— you remember our promise, right?’ It was something about that, that made you think, maybe you should’ve known better.

She promised a few nights ago that she would indulge your request of losing your virginity. She was close, trusted— you’d had no problem confessing it to her and she’d made you feel comfortable and safe in her presence. You didn’t want to lose it to just anybody, but you wanted to have the experience. “Just the tip.” She’d initially meant it as a joke. Just a lighthearted statement to loosen you up a bit, but she was taken aback when you’d eagarly nodded in agreement, holding her to that statement.

Vi chuckled lowly at you, your nervousness and anticipation was so cute and endearing. She leaned down, her body hovering over yours, her mass pressing you to the matress. She could feel your heart beating fast, it was exciting. She took a moment to relish in this moment, her lips moving down to your neck, kissing and biting at it softly. "You're so cute, you know that?" She whispered against your skin between kisses, gently biting and suckling the sensitive flesh on your neck. You could make out every strand of inky black hair on her head.

“Vi—”

“You’re nervous, huh?”

You swallowed thickly, trying to push down the nerves that were making it hard to breathe. “Yes.”

"Try to relax, it'll feel better." She murmured, finally sitting up straight, gripping the thick— almost daunting strap in her fist. She’d told you she had nothing smaller, that this was all she could offer you. She placed a large palm right above your pussy, pressing firmly to keep your hips still. “Ready for it?” she locked eyes with you, nudging the tip against your clit, slapping it there a few times. You nodded shakily, holding her gaze with anticipation.

“Words.”

“Yes I’m ready…” It came out shaky, like you were riding a bike on a rocky path. She nods curtly, her gaze falling to your pussy, all spread nicely for her. She taps the tip against your clit a few more times, enjoying the way you gasp softly before slowly tilting the tip downwards to your hole.

It started out subtle, a stinging sensation that slowly built up— but it spread quickly as she pushed further, your hole struggling to accommodate to her size. It felt like being ripped open, the girth of it pushing upwards of your blatter. Your back lifted off the bed. “O-ouch!—” You let out a soft yelp, grasping her hip tightly as to keep her grounded there.

"Shhh.. just keep breathing" She replied immediately, feeling you tense and her free hand coming up to push you back down onto the bed. "Just breathe, relax." She whispered, gently kissing along the leg she held up. You tried to do as she instructed, taking deep, shaky breaths, closing your eyes tightly. It was starting to work.

But your relief was short lived, snatched from you as you felt the searing pain of her sliding deeper. “W-wait vi— what are you doing?!” You took the hand you had placed firmly on her hip and pushed, trying your hardest to still her movement. But it was impossible— she was so strong, much moreso than you, your efforts were fruitless. "Shh... calm down, baby.." She whispered softly, trying to sooth you as she held her position for a moment, letting you get used to the feeling. Her free hand moved up to brush against your cheek and gently caress your chest, trying to get you to relax. Her voice was soft and calming, trying her best to comfort you as she felt you getting tense. "Relax. Everything is gonna be alright. I got you. I promise I'll go slow but..I need you to relax, okay? Just breathe…"

“N-no! Vi— you said just the tip!”

"I know, I know... baby, I'm sorry.." She said, her body moving still to hold herself up, one arm propped on the bed beside your head. She looked down at you with an understanding, but also determined look, trying to reassure you. "But you're doing so well for me. You're such a good girl..." She pushed her hips further, firmly this time, watching your expression closely. “Move your hand.” she commanded gently, and when you refused she grabbed it and pinned it your your side. She leaned down and pressed her lips to yours, claiming your lips in a deep and passionate kiss.

She frowned as you turned your head, a childish attempt at avoiding her affection. "Baby, please.." She begged softly, her hand reaching up and gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head back towards her so she would see your face. "Don't do that, look at me, baby. C'mon." Her voice was desperate. Her lips were so close to yours, her body leaning over you, her free hand still caressing your skin. She was aching for your taste again.

When you turned your face away from her a second time, low growl escaped her lips, her grip on your chin tightening. "No. Eyes on me, baby. I said look at me. I want you to look at me, I want to see your pretty face when I'm taking you." She commands, her voice firm yet gentle.

You felt her bottom out, your pelvis throbbing at the feeling. You felt to full, so uncomfortable. It hurt just to slightly move your hips. Tears blur your vision, a mixture of frustration and and betrayal overwhelming you. It felt like she was pressing down on you at all sides— her presence giving you a sick feeling in your tummy.

She started at a slow and steady pace, her hips meeting yours deliberately, one of her hands gently caressing the side of your face to try and sooth you. Her lips began to suck at your neck again, leaving soft, small love bites and hickeys along your skin, marking you as hers. "That's it... you're such a good girl for me, baby.... So so good... and you look so pretty like this. Taking me in... so good for me.." You didn’t bother to try wiping your tears, they would keep flowing anyways.

She took a hand and rubbed your clit meticulously, applying soft pressure. “F-fuck—!” You cursed, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Vi smirked at your reaction, rubbing just a bit faster, “Gotta loosen you up baby, you’re so tight.” She spit onto your pussy. “Relax, princess.”

“I can’t!”

“You can.” You try to bite back the yelps of pain, not wanting to edge her on any further than you already unkowingly have, tucking your lip between your teeth. You keep your eyes squeezed shut, your body rocking with every slam of her hips. "No, sweetness,” She takes her thumb and pulls your lip free. “You’re so pretty when you make little noises for me. Let me hear them, I wanna hear your pretty voice." Her eye contact was daunting and unwavering, it made you nauseous.

Her pace began to pick up a bit more, her hips moving more urgently against you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, along with her soft, ragged breaths and your yelps. Her free hand squeezed your hip, her slender fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her mouth came down and began to gently nuzzle your neck, her breath hot against your skin as she pressed messy little kisses along the sensitive flesh there.

“How is it, hm?” She said between kisses, but you chose not to respond. You were focused on the way you could feel you pussy starting to leak, your hole embracing her now. Your body was betraying your mind. “S-shit!” You whimper quietly against your best efforts, but you know she caught it.

She sits back up and you could see the thought cross her mind before she acted on it, her hand reaching down to shove two fingers into your mouth, caressing your tongue with a perverted smirk. "Good girl.... keep those pretty lips open for me, baby..” You could feel the spit sliding down your chin. You felt your pussy throb at her praise, moaning abrubtly at her words. Her thrusts had really been working into you now, nudging your walls with a purpose. It felt good.

That one moan went straight to Vi's core, hearing you sent a shiver down her spine, her pace quickening slightly. She pulled your hips up, into you at new angle, watching in awe as you fell apart. “Hah—hah—” You didn’t even try to stay quiet anymore, her dick hitting your g-spot deliciously. "Yeah.... just like that, baby. Let it out for me.” She stuck two fingers back into your mouth, “Get ‘em nice and wet, babydoll,” Vi groaned lowly as she watched you flick your tongue over her fingers, moving them down to your clit again to rub you. “Feels s’good right, baby? My baby just needed someone to push her past her limits, huh?”

You replied with a string of moans, your feet flailing aimlessly at her thrusts. “Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” She notices it before you do; the bulge sticking out of your pelvis everytime she bottoms out. “Ohhhhh, fuck me. Look at that, baby.” Her voice pulls you out of your trance, lulling your head up to look at what she was referring to. “Oh my God—” You choke up as she lifts a hand to press on it, “Bet that feels fuckin’ amazing, huh? Getting your guts dug in?”

You can hardly form a sentence, arching your back into the matress; she’s fucking you so good. “Yesss— fuck! S’good!”

“That’s what I like to hear.” She fucks you at a vigorous speed, beating into your g-spot with every thrust. “Cmon, sweetness. I wanna see your cum face.” She spits on your pussy again, taking her fingers and rubbing your clit, fast. “Cmon baby, let go f’me.”

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Wheels On The Bus 

A/n: This was really fun to write! I hope you guys enjoy!

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: In which Sukuna decides to have some fun on the bus much to your dismay 

Warnings: Slight dub-con, fingering, vouyerism, public, over stimulation

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Masterlist

🔥- smut

💔- angst

❤️-fluff

Tokyo Revengers

Blurred lines: Kakucho/You, Izana/You

Part 1💔, Part 2, Part 3🔥, Part 4🔥💔❤️

I’m Coming Home: Sano Boys/You (Shinichiro/You, Mikey/You, Izana/You)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3🔥, Part 4🔥, Part 5🔥, Part 6🔥, Part 7, Part 8💔, Part 9 💔, Part 10💔, Part 11🔥, Part 12🔥, Part 13 🔥

Pie in the Sky: Stalker!Mikey/You 🔥

Pavlov’s Dog: FakeNerd!Baji/You 🔥

Forever Mine: Rindo/You 🔥

Small Moments of Tenderness: Bonten/You❤️

The Artist and the Model: Mitsuya/You🔥

Old Habits Die Hard: Kazutora/You🔥

Sweet Obsession: Sanzu/You, Mucho/You

Part 1🔥, Part 2🔥

Headcanons, Drabbles, Shorter Fics

Gym Rats: Benkei/You, Wakasa/You 🔥

Jujutsu Kaisen

Popping His Cherry: Junpei Yoshino/ You 🔥

Can’t Have It All: Nanami Kento/ You 💔

Freak Like You: Inumaki Toge/You 🔥

Bully!Sukuna: Sukuna/You 🔥

Painting His Nails: Bully!Sukuna/You 🔥

Riding His Bike: Bully!Sukuna/You 🔥

Tag Team—Bully!Gojo&Geto: Gojo/You, Geto/You 🔥

Winter Vacation —Bully!Gojo&Geto: Gojo/You, Geto&You 🔥

Teaching Him How To Masturbate: Mahito/You, side Sukuna/You 🔥

Drabbles (?)

Bully!Sukuna gets jealous of his twin

Bully!Gojo&Geto get jealous of Toji

Bully!Gojo&Geto dump you but regret it afterwards

You find out you’re pregnant with Bully!Gojo’s child

Mahito tries to bully you but Bully!Sukuna teaches him a lesson

Haikyuu!!

Home Delivery: Nishinoya Yū/You 🔥❤️

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AND GOD KNOWS I'M TRYIN', BUT THERE'S JUST NO USE IN DENYING... ❤︎︎︎︎ THE OTAKU IS MINE ❤︎︎

⏯︎︎ OTAKU!GOJO X BIMBO!READER SERIES

bunny, how on earth did you end up dating this huge otaku nerd? urgh, you actually like him and match his freak too? and he buys you what?! omg! what will your friends think?!

⏯︎︎ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

𖦏 genre: college au

𖦏 ratings: 18+MDNI. unprotected, ecchi gojo, dubcon, cnc, bdsm, puppy play, public sex, creampies, spanking, sugar daddy/baby dynamics, edging, squirting, threesums, femdom, the ridiculous ass pervy pet names gojo gives you & reader is called 'bunny' in lieu of 'y/n'. each story will have warnings on its story page.

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⏯︎︎ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘:

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟏: ❝ DIGIMON—BUT MAKING U CUM IS MY REAL HOBBY! ❞

𖦏 your best friend gojo is a hopeless otaku virgin with zero rizz that's still obsessed with digimon—despite being a grown ass man. you're a slut who despite her best whoring efforts—can't cum. you'll take his v-card and he'll fix your broken pussy, deal? ⏯︎︎ plays: 13.3k

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟐: ❝ STICKS N' STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT CHAINS N' WHIPS EXCITE ME! ❞

𖦏 so now that you have a filthy rich boyfie who is completely obsessed with you and has moved you into his house, you're winning, right? or you will be at least— if can survive a trip to the sex dungeon. don't worry it's professionally sanitized after each use! ...what? that's not what you're worried about? oh... ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟑: ❝ AND ALL OF THAT WAS OKAY, CAUSE IT WAS IN A 3-WAY!❞

𖦏 the three of you: you, gojo and geto are like peas in a pod, especially since its summer! and if two of you start f*cking in that pod well its only natural that the third want to join in, right? besides, you both already want to f*ck him. just make sure your current boyfie doesn't get too jealous from how hard you are moaning on your other besties' joystick. your only his ecchi angel, remember? ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟒: ❝ IN THE BEDROOM I BE SCREAMIN', BUT OUTSIDE I KEEP IT QUIET—OR TRY TO AT LEAST!❞

𖦏 you can only keep your relationship underwraps from the rest of your friend group for so long. but you need to ease them into the idea first! although, when there's a yacht party for nanami's bday how is your uber clingy otaku boyfie supposed to keep his hands off of you when you're looking like the most perfect pervy princess in that itty bitty swimsuit? ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟓: ❝ YEAH, HE MY MAN, HE WAS NEVER YO TYPE! ❞

𖦏 school is back! thankfully you somehow manage to instill some kind of decency into your otaku boyfie over the summer so he can come across as normal enough to make his own friends. but did you do too good of a job? wait, he actually has a lil rizz now? you mean you aren't the only girl attracted to him anymore... hol'up! ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟔: ❝ MOVE IT UP, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, OH—SWITCH IT UP LIKE NINTENDO! ❞

𖦏 hey, when did you become freaker than your otaku boyfie? so he caught you touching yourself to his femdom p0rn when he came back early from a business trip? yikes! now he wants to try it out with you? don't worry you will do a great job training your new play puppy boyfie! ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

⏯︎︎ 𝐃𝐋𝐂:

𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝐧𝐧𝐧: ❝PU$$Y GOT MORE M⛧RDERS THAN SHIBUYA.ᐟ❞

𖦏 your loser otaku boyfie wants to take you to an anime convention and enter a couple's cosplay contest. you agree on one condition, he has to participate in No Nut November. Fair trade right? What could go wrong? ⏯︎︎ plays: 5079

⏯︎︎ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒:

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els <3

♡ ellie feeling on your ass <3

♡ ellie pleasuring her girl

♡ ellie fingering you

♡ grinding w/els

♡ ellie fingering you in her car (hint: skip to 0:44)

♡ choking w/ellie (you!receiving)

♡ sub!ellie riding you

♡ ellie using a dildo on you

♡ ellie rubbing herself on you <3

♡ els caring for you

abs <3

♡ abs’ strap-on

♡ abby getting off to you

♡ eating sub!abby from the back

♡ dom!abby doing dom!abby things <3

♡ rough strap-on sex w/sub!abby

♡ abby’s strap-on (again!)

♡ doctor!abby, coming home to fuck you post work

♡ abby fingering you w/her heavy hands

♡ abby rewarding you w/her dick

♡ possessive!abby fucking you to remind you you’re hers