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[goszixx]

Lier

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Note ❈° ≫ I wrote this entire thing with a straight face but cackled at the word jiggle…

Warning ❈° ≫ pussy drunk Gojo, dry humping, no condom, thigh fucking, public, gojo needy

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Your eyes widened in shock when his fingers dug into your hips in greed. Hallow breaths left Gojo’s lungs, eyes glossy as he looked at the reflection of what he was doing to you.

It was suppose to be a simple dinner with your coworkers. They only wanted to catch up and talk about life until Gojo started acting strange. You’ve been dating the white-haired man for a few months and recently started being more sexual with one another. You’ve had sex a couple of times, nothing new, but Gojo.. he seemed different since your first time.

Of course, your mind thought of the worse. Maybe he wanted to break up with you? Maybe you didn’t turn him on as much as you thought you did. That’s where you were wrong.

A few minutes into dinner, Gojo looked bothered. He seemed oddly twitchy and jumpy but brushed it off. An hour passed and the man was flushed pink, that’s when worrying settled in. You excused yourself and him to the bathroom which is where you both stood now.

Except, things seemed to have turned to the unexpected. The bathroom was empty, all stall doors were open while a large shelve of sinks laid across the other side. Your fingers were gripping said shelf, body hunched over as your boyfriend pressed the curve of his hard-on on your backside. “Shit that feels good.” Gojo stuttered out, his back hanging over yours, legs spaced out and head tucked into your shoulder.

“What are you doing Satoru? I thought you were sick.” You yelled in a whisper. Gojo started littering kisses against the back of your neck as an apology.

“I’m sorry princess but I need too. I promise, just this is enough to make me feel better.” Gojo grunted, his hips rolling so the wet spot on his jeans hit your ass just right. You let out a strong exhale before giving up on resisting. You loved the treatment, knowing your boyfriend loved your body so much that he was desperate to fuck it. However, what you didn’t know was how much of a lier Gojo was.

Stiffened moans left Gojo as his cock pulsed in his pants from the lack of contact. A singular light was on in that bathroom but it was enough for you both to see each other. Even with your back turned to him, the white haired man can see your face beginning to flush, teeth digging into your lip as you started to spread your legs a bit farther for him to have better access. You wore the most flattering dress in Gojo’s opinion. Its main color is blue, his favorite.

The bottom of the dress rose with every thrust Gojo made against your hips, his high seeming to never end, “you feel really good princess. I-I can’t help it anymore.” Gojo grunted against the curve of your ear.

His tongue slipped past his lips to meet with the tip of your ear. He took the piece of flesh in, teasing it with his teeth before sucking on it. Your eyes were now squeezed shut until a large hand grabbed your jaw. “Look what I’m doing to you. Look what you do to me. Don’t you think it’s unfair? The fact that you made me this addicted to you just from one session.” Gojo teased.

If your face wasn’t red before, it was now. The chewing on your lip intensified as your eyes opened to see Gojo’s glowing blue eyes. His mouth went back to your ear, biting and pulling at the flesh before moving to the other ear.

Ten minutes past and you both were locked in the same position. The difference is that Gojo’s thrusts kept getting sloppier and sloppier. His hands rubbed up and down your hips, also hoping for some kind of release. “Gojo, are you close?” you panted, you could feel your panties sticking to your core by now.

Gojo hissed at the statement, “a little, but you know what would make this better, can I take it out? I don’t need to be inside you I promise, just.” Gojo trailed off, his eyes trailed down, seeing his precum stain your cheeks from all his humping. He feels so dirty knowing that his cock couldn’t stop drooling over you. “You don’t have to do anything I promise.”

He did promise. Your thighs clench around his dick in the most delicious way. No penetration, only Gojo’s drooling cock pushing back and forth and against your covered folds. His chest pressed into your back for support, his eyes squeezed shut as he continued to use you. Precum dripped down your thighs, pooling through the pretty head of Gojo’s veiny erection.

“Fuck you feel good. Too good.” Good enough that he needed more. Your own panties slugged against his dick, allowing your wetness to mix with his. Your lower lips were puffy and aching from the constant back and forth but you knew he needed it. His heavy balls smacked between the curve of your ass, leaving your skin irritated and red. “Oh god Princess. Look what your doing to me. Having me rut against you like this in a public bathroom no less.”

He was like a dog In heat, moans pushing past his lips only to be met with your ears. You could only nod, your legs shaking from the tip of his cock hitting your clit. One of Gojo’s hands left your waist to pull your dress up. He bunched it above your hips just to see his tip disappear into your plush thighs. Watching the head drool more as it comes back out. “Gojo, your twitching against me.” You panted, his dick starting to separate your folds.

Your panties showed a massive dark spot, the cloth now bunched around your clit from his frantic movements. His fingers moved to pull your underwear up, watching you wince and pull at your lip with your teeth. Shit. That face you make almost sent him over the edge. Almost. Gojo knows there’s only one way he can finish. He’s known that for a bit now, ever since he started dry humping you. He needed to be inside you.

Large hands cupped your ass, spreading the cheeks apart to engulf more of him. The base of his cock glistened from your arousal. “That’s c-cause you feel so good Princess. So good. Too good. Please let me be inside you.”

Your eyes snapped open, body still jerking from his thrusts. Sweat clung to your face, neck, chest, everywhere. At this point he’s been teasing you for more than half an hour. “Satoru we are in public-“

“Please Princess. Please.” Gojo’s eyes peered through his damp bangs. His head nuzzled the side of your face, tongue licking the side of your neck before sucking on the flesh. “I want to be in you so bad. I need to be inside you, that’s why I’ve been so weird y/n.”

His hips snapped against you with more force, more liquid spilled down the side of your thigh. “S-Satoru-“ The head slid across your slit slowly when you began to say his name. Hearing you struggle on such a simple word was music to him. “I love when your pretty lips say my name.” He moaned softly in your ear.

You knew from the start he’d get what he wants. How could he not? You were just as wet as he was, your pussy has been clenching around his tip every time it hits your clit. When you gave a slow nod of approval, Gojo beamed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Cut, starched, burned, tossed, you didn’t know. All you knew was that your panties were now off. Your body was bent over the sink with Gojo’s cock buried inside you. The first thing Gojo thought when only the tip of his cock entered you was that he didn’t deserve this. “Shit.” He cursed as he slowly pushed the rest of him inside of you.

The way your pussy sucked him in was divine. You were wet, so wet already around him. He could feel the stickiness as he pulled all the way out before plunging back in. “Fuck your pretty. Your so fucking pretty.” Gojo’s head fell back with his words as he continued to pump into you.

The wet noises of your pussy echoed in the bathroom. The embarrassment creeping on your face only made your thighs tremble more. “I- Close!” You moaned.

Gojo’s head tilted back up when an idea popped into his mind. He looked down. The view below him was enough, just more than enough to send him cumming inside of you.

Your ass bumped against him, causing the cheeks to jiggle. But the best part was seeing your pussy suck him in. Seeing the base of his cock being pooled with your arousal. “Please let me cum inside you Princess. I need too, your sucking me so well I-“

His voice broke into a shattered moan, hands clenching at the sides of your hips as your inside swelled with his cum. Both were relieved, having finished at the same time.

Gojo pulled out his dick slowly, before stopping when you clenched around him. One of your hands grabbing his with a tug. His eyes met yours, swallowing thickly from the look. “We will be continuing this later, Satoru.”

Your boyfriend gave you a small peck on the cheek along with a dizzy grin. “Yes Princess.”

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What Thing

Note: This was a quick one BUT I posted twice in a week soooo. Anyways I hope all of u have a great day ♡

Warning: fingering, college Yuji, spanking, riding fingers. Dom Yuji ish?

“What thing?”

Lies. Yuji thought, eyes wandering the skirt on your body. How it hid the plush of your thighs even when you placed one leg on either side of him. The college student’s back hit the headboard, his pink locks cushioning his fall. Breathy, he called out your name in a small whisper; his large hands caressing the fat of your thighs. So pretty.

His touches guided up your legs until they laid teasingly under your skirt. The black skirt you only wore on special occasions, or whenever you wanted your way with him. Finding out your legs were such a turn on for him is how your always able to get him wrapped around your finger. Or how you get your fingers wrapped around him. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Yuji pushed out, though his stare was loss in a rose trance. One where his hands cupped the curve of your ass as you rode him.

It was silent expect for the breaths of air you shared between your hot bodies. Black buttons laid uncoupled down the man’s chest, the dents of his abs seemed too tempting. A white waistband peaked out from his dress pants because of the presentation he had to give today. The teacher of that class forced a strict dress code for projects. “You look so good today Yuji.” You said as your tongue swiped along your lips. The gloss rubbed off the flesh a bit, but your lips still captivated him with their natural shine.

He kissed you, slow. So slow it left a burning need on the tip of your tongue which only grew from the way he squeezed your thighs. Placing your weight on his erection, Yuji groaned in discomfort. His pants were so stuffy, the button up so tight he felt his arms could break.

Rolling your hips, you sighed into the kiss. Either from the erection growing under your clit or from Yuji’s tongue probing your mouth. He sucked sweetly on your tongue, loving the heat of it but needed more. Your lips only opened a little, neither too sloppy or lewd. He loved when you were lewd. “How attached are you to these panties?” Yuji mumbled into your lips.

A sting bloomed across your cheek when the material snapped back to you. The pink haired man groaned from the reaction you had, jumping a bit and pushing your boobs further up his chest. “Let me get rid of them.” The man mumbled. Instead of snapping the band like usual, the college student shifted his hands to a different place. One hand gripped a palm full of your ass, the other slipped between your thighs, smushed between your wet cunt and his own hard on. With his thumb, Yuji moved the fabric aside and angled his index. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” Yuji reassure wth hooded eyes. Placing small kisses on your neck, he slid his fingers inside you with ease.

“There you go, you took my fingers so well.” Yuji huffed out, practically chewing on his own lip. The way his hand rubbed against his bulge while, his fingers played with you ruined him. Wet noise of his fingers going in and out of you echoed throughout the room. Yuji’s cheeks were now bright pink as he laid soft kisses across your neck. “Ride my fingers for me ok?” Your boyfriend cooed.

You knew what he meant by that. Years of being with him and you knew exactly what brings him over the edge. Pushing your chest off of his own, one of your hands laid flat on his thigh to support yourself as you fucked his fingers. Precum oozed down the digits, your mouth gaped slightly. Yuji’s eyes never left your cunt. He loved watching you take him in, especially when all he has to do is sit back and relax. The skirt on your body covered too much for his liking. The edge ending near the base of his fingers, hiding your puffy lips and soaked clit.

Thick fingers removed themselves from your ass to lift up the skirt but was swatted away. “I told you I’d do the work.” You scoffed in amusement, watching Yuji start to lose his control.

“You’re so wet for me my love.” A groan escape Yuji from the sudden clench you gave his fingers. He left a hard spank on your ass before grabbing and pulling the cheek slightly. He knew you loved the sting from how he pushed your butt more into the air, ready for your next spanking. Again, he spanked you as more precum coated his fingers.

Yuji pushed in a third finger, hearing you whimper against his ear as you bounced on all of them. They stretched you well, reaching deep inside you. Another spank, this time the movement caused you to grind your boyfriends fingers against your g-spot. “Did that feel good?” He asked with a loopy grin, another smack to your abused cheeks.

“Your cunt is sucking me all too well.” Another smack.

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I’m sorry

Note: Honestly I had so many ideas that I didn’t want to write :( but! My friend gave me this idea and I think I wrote it alright.

Warning: male masturbation, blindfold, hair pulling, overstimulated, needy Yuta needs reader, horny Yuta. 

Shaky hands slid across his skin. They lowered, rubbing down creamy flesh and the dips of his chest. He felt as if he was on fire. Warm and sweaty, blush flushing his cheeks as his pants became tighter.

Yuta didn’t think he could get so riled up from a photo. But you were so beautiful, wearing such a tight dress that hugged your chest so nice, showing just enough to keep his mind racing. “I’m so-r-ry.” The raven babbled, drool leaking from his chin. He could barely touch himself without picturing your hand again.

You were out with your friends at a classy bar. The outing was to celebrate your close friend’s birthday. You warned Yuta he’d be alone in your apartment for a while but he thought he could handle himself. Truth is, the raven has been pent up recently. With constant tasks nipping at his heels, Yuta has been very busy as of late.

Besides a water down make out session in the kitchen and small pecks on the lips on his way to work. The poor man hasn’t had any action. He was desperate. Desperate for your touch and apple red lips. They were so soft on him, kissing him, sucking him.

A groan left Yuta’s lips as his hand patted the crotch of his dress pants. His legs wobbled as his frame leaned on the kitchen island. His palm settled on the buldge, pressing lightly and hissing from the discomfort. The sharp prick of his teeth settled on his chapped lips. Wet, his tongue glided across them. He continued chewing, debating on wether or not he should go through with it.

Added pressure had Yuta falling to his knees. His pant’s squeezed around his erection in the most agitating way that he just had to unzip them. The raven swallowed hard from the wet spot growing on his panties. It was driving him insane. The embarrassment, the pleasure, the pain.

Embarrassment of coming undone in the most depriving way. His body half covered on the kitchen floor. He was so weak he could barely make it from the enterance of the walk way. But how could he? With the burning feeling of his cock pulsing in his pant’s, his hot hands desperately touching himself.

Crimson bloomed on his pale face as he thought about something you mentioned earlier.

“A lack of a sensation can make your body sensitive.”

The words rang, causing Yuta’s head to throb. His fingers worked on his tie, eyes large and slightly teary. He tied the clothing over his eyes and ears, making his hair fall messily over the band. Weirdly enough, it helped with the embarrassment leaking from his cock.

“I’m so-rry.” He repeated, teeth leaving his lips to break into a moan as his back slumped against the counter. His fingers played with his nipples, his free hand roughly pulling down his underwear. A few strokes down his cock had him choking. His calloused hands had him hissing as heat enveloped his cock. “So pre-tty~”

“I could say the same about you, Yuta.” In a lustful whisper you spoke, fingers impatiently threaded into his hair. Your velvet covered hands soothed his scalp. You could feel him jump from your words. His embarrassment skyrocketing. With the jump came something even more pathetic. Yuta came on the spot, cum staining his white button up.

He scrambled as cum continued to ooze from his cock. “H-Hone-y I~” He tried pulling off the tie from his face but froze from the grip on his hair. Yuta whimpered, more blush highlighting his gorgeous skin.

Somehow, he could feel your eyes on him, watching him and judging him. It made his erection twitch alive. A comical scoff left your enchanting lips. “Do you need some help? You came once but that doesn’t seem to be enough.”

A clothed finger poked at Yuta’s tip. Swirling around the head before swiping over the slit. The babbling raven couldn’t help but drool. “Yuta, your getting my gloves dirty.” You stated, dipping down on your knees. Watching his legs jerk from the little physical attention you gave him, made a small smirk bloom on your painted lips. “These cost a fortune, how will you ever pay for these?”

“I-I-“ He tried to start but his mind was racing. His nails scraped against the floor boards, pleasure overwhelming his body. “I’ll buy you a… new pair… I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” Yuta tried to reason between his pants.

You couldn’t help but smile at the response, giving the raven a small kiss . Your lips lingered on his. One hand guiding his head by your hair, the other started to pump his weeping erection. Yuta kissed you feverishly. His tongue was sloppy as his mind tried focusing on not thrusting into your hand. “There you go Yuta. Now can you be a good boy for me and cum on my hand?”

The words traced the pale skin of the man’s neck as your lips trailed down his exposed body slowly. Yuta’s eyes were squeezed shut, his body felt burnt alive yet limp. “Just came… honey I…”

He was lost. Lost in what to focus on and what to do besides melt into your hands and kisses. “I know, but try.” You cooed. Yuta nodded wearily before thrusting into your hand to his content.

He wanted to come for you so badly it was painful. He’d do just about anything to please you.

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Pussy Drunk Yuji

Note: some thoughts I had. Also anyone here watch link click?! I love it!

Warning: pussy drunk :), begging, moaning, Yuji being cute

Pussy Drunk Yuji: How he bites his lip to hold himself back from completely bottoming out. It takes all his will to not melt inside of you after not even a minute of your pussy sucking him in. He’d bite them hard enough for blood to come out yet would still coax you to keep taking him.

Pussy Drunk Yuji: who gets handsy when you ride him. He needs to touch you, he begs to— “I want to make you feel good too”— “Do you like this? Do my hands make you feel good?”— “I know I’m being needy but please.” He’d grab the fat of your ass and fondle the skin for as long as you’d let him. Man he loves feeling you, the supple skin and warmth of your body.

Pussy Drunk Yuji: who refers to you as baby when he’s really out of it. It’s the only thing he can call you without slurring over his own words. Saying your name makes him glow red, it was so intimate for him that he’d become more of a stuttering mess. Though, if you moaned his name he might cum on the spot. Hearing his name lewdly from your pretty lips would have him painting your walls. Especially with how good you squeeze around him— “Fuck baby that feels amazing.” He’d always compliment you, even with tears running down his flushed face he’d hold your waist while whispering how beautiful you were in your ear.

Pussy Drunk Yuji: who doesn’t care how overstimulated he is, he’s all yours. His cock, his lips, his chest, his hands, all for you. You could ride him till he’s drooling, eyes rolling back while his chest is painted red with blush and he’d still babble words of encouragement. Though there were almost incoherent with how his raspy voice would stammer. “B-ngh fuck I- agh good baby.” He’d still try to ease you as you rode him, his shaky hands lifting your hips. You could see him fail to not thrust into you. He’d apologize immediately because he wants you to take your time. His body is yours. “G-good girl, fu-ngh so p-retty ba-by.”

Pussy Drunk Yuji: Lastly when he’s finally fucked out he’s panting and begging for you to cum. He wants to see your cum drip down his cock but he can’t put it into words. Sweat coating his chest as drool chased down his chin. You’d give him feather light touches, not even moving on his dick but just kissing him while he was inside you. His hips would jump excitedly but his mouth would spill whines into yours, begging and sobbing. “I- so m-ngh~ baby cum, I-fee-l fu-ck!” He’d babble as another orgasm passed through him.

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Owe me

Notes: sooo I might not have edited this the best… whoops. Also sorry for the lack of posts I’m so busy :(

Warning: threesome, impact play kinda, teasing, no protection, thigh job, overstimulation.

What a mistake, though it wasn’t your fault. You were sober now, but drunk you always made bets you couldn’t keep. Gojo giggled to himself, his head falling on your shoulder while Geto stared at you blankly. Both their cheeks were flushed with intoxication, which meant taking them to the hotel was going to be a pain. “You gotta do one thing we want~” Gojo purred as his eyes started to close as the weight of his head hit you.

The shift of your body broke Geto from his trance. He looked over, watching as Gojo nuzzled into your side and practically purred into your neck. What a pain. His fingers teased the edge of your shirt as you whined about how hot his body was. It basically scortched you, contrasting with the cold winter air. Pushing up, you were able to get Gojo in your arms standing. He slumped over your body, his eyes trailing around the red booth the three of you were sitting in. Large hands grabbed the white haired man’s shoulders, causing his head to bob a bit.

His eyes fixated on you when lifted off, his back crashing against what seemed to be Geto’s firm chest. “We both won remember? Also I think it’s time to go back to the hotel, don’t you think y/n?”

Your head nodded immediately before you began to dig in your wallet for a tip to leave. Gojo slurred some words under his breath before Geto began his carry of a lifetime. “Y/n…” Gojo whispered once you guys stood at the front of the most expensive hotel in the city. Needless to say, Gojo went all out for this business trip since it was with his best friend and.. well you didn’t know what you were. His favorite co-worker?

Pretty. You thought when you saw the tall desk lady. She gave you a sweet smile, “Out late tonight?” This was your third day at the hotel yet you still can’t get over the way she looks at you. So flattering. Atleast that’s what you thought of her. Geto and Gojo stood quiet as you told the lady about what you did. She gave a quick wave bye after the small talk. Unnecessary small talk in Geto and Gojo’s eyes.

A permanent pout laid on Gojo’s lips, even after you laid sprawled out on your bed. “Jeez it’s freezing.” You yawned before curling into a ball. A large shirt and small shorts covered your body, as well as a pound of blankets.

“Well the heat isnt working. It’s so much colder in our room.” Geto uttered as he entered. The hotel room was split into three areas, two being bedrooms while the other was a living room. The raven’s hair was wet after his shower, the locks sprawled out since he didn’t feel the need to put it up.

Gojo sat on the edge of your bed with shorts and along sleeve shirt. His pout disappeared for a second when an idea popped in his mind. “Let’s share this bed. Enough body heat and we will stay warm.” You poked your head out of your covers to quickly shut down the idea, but the strong puppy eyes Gojo displayed were blinding. You turned your head away, “Fine.”

You didn’t even say the full word before Gojo climbed into your bed with a relaxed sigh. He tucked his entire body under your covers, shifting around to get himself comfortable.

You immediately wanted to take it back after seeing the cheeky smile on his face. His hands were clasped together with his head laying on top. Crystal eyes beamed at you triumphantly while Geto only stared. “Are you certain y/n? You know you could always say no.” He reassured, however what’s done is done. You knew for a fact Gojo wasn’t going to leave now that you’ve already said yes.

Giving a fake eye roll, you smiled, “It’s no problem .”

It was a problem, a very sticky one at that. Nightfall ran around and the heat between you and the two men didn’t seem to let up. From behind, you could feel Gojo’s puffy snores on the back of your head. He breathed into your hair, his hands poking at your back. You were in a permanent curve, causing your boobs to press against Geto’s back. You were certain he was asleep, but the discomfort was very apparent. The raven’s legs curved into your’s, making his legs tangled in.

So hot. It felt like you were in a sauna. Being trapped between two large sources of heat did not go how you expected. What made it worse was Gojo’s constant groaning. When drinking previously, the white haired man had a tendency to get verbal even in slumber. His voice hitches once and a while before softly escaping his lips.

For years you wondered what he could possibly be dreaming about but your starting to figure it out. A whine escaped his lips, hands pressing further in your back to poke you. Your chest pushed more into Geto’s back, this time feeling the raven grunt. It’s getting worse and you needed to put an end to it. Fearing your body would start to resemble the letter S soon, you pushed back against Gojo. His face pressed in your hair as your back began to straighten.

A sense of comfort began to gain back into your body until hard hands pulled at your hips. You jumped a bit out of fear, a small squeak leaving your lips as Gojo nuzzled his head into your hair. “Princess, please slow down. I’m sensitive enough all ready.”

The name had you flushed along with his words they rolled off his tongue in a purring manor, his drunk breath hovering over your neck now. His chest pressed on your back, his hands leaving to grab your hips. One hand strayed from your waist to curve under you, laying flat on your abdomen. “I’m sorry Gojo-“

“You should be.” Gojo cut off as he pushed you further into Suguru. You had to admit, the close proximity was arousing to say the least. Fingers played with the baggy material of your shirt. The other hand rubbed up and down your waist, teasing you by slightly pulling the helm of your shorts up and down. “You know what happens when I’m drunk princess…” The hands on you pulled your lower half closer, grinding the curve of your ass on his hard on. The bulge slid down the curve of your ass, causing Gojo to grunt in your ear. “Look what you did. Naughty princess.” Your coworker babbled as he moved his erection again.

Trapping your whine between your lips, you pulled your hands to your mouth. Whatever happens next, you had to make sure Suguru did not wake up. You got lucky today with Geto only being tipsy. Something of the sort has happened before, you dealing with both the men drunk. It ended with Geto fingering you under the table as Gojo moaned sweet nothings into your ear. When the raven gets horny, there’s nothing you can do to manage. “I’m sorry Gojo… but please keep it down.”

A small string of quiet floated in the room before Gojo shifted again. A hand left you as Gojo worked on removing his pants. He made quick work with his underwear as well before moving to do the same with you. “G-Gojo we can’t.” You whispered. The coworker stopped for a moment. One of his hands was still pressed on your stomach while the other was rubbing your thigh. The fingers ran up and down, each time slipping closer to your cunt. When a finger tip swiped over your clit, you buckled into his erection. “If you want me to stop, I can. But you already seem so ready for me.” He sighed into your neck.

The fingers moved again, this time passed the clit, they rubbed across your folds. Slithering back and forth until the wetness started to pool at his fingers. “Fuck… let me put it in.” He groaned, forehead pushing harder on your shoulder.

“N-No. Look we need to be quiet-“

“If I do it quietly… can we? Please princess.” The white haired man asked in between the kisses he laid on your shoulder. Fingers continued sliding against your folds, your inner thighs sticky with your sweat and arousal. You could say no, Gojo may beg and plead constantly but he doesn’t take offense when you shut him down. In this situation he’d probably pout for a minute and pass out.

“What if I just put it between your thighs? You do owe me one princess… from that bet.” He started as one of his hands trapped itself between your legs. He pried them open slightly before sliding his dick in slowly. The sweat on his forehead dripped down your neck, a curse whisping from his lips.

Your hands still were clasped around your mouth, eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. His tip bumped against your clit sloppily, a pool of precum gathering between your folds. He held onto your hips and pulled you back to give you some movement. “Does t-this work for you princess?”

After moaning those words, Gojo’s head felt like it was spinning. Dizziness clouded his mind as his tongue found your neck. He sucked on the skin lewdly before biting down. You twitched under him from the slight sting but melted when he started laying small kisses against the mark.

Again his hips snapped against yours, creating wet noises to echo around. You were scared Geto was going to wake up, but how could you focus on that when Gojo’s erection moved between your lower lips so well. He was going to leave your thighs messy. “You make me feel so good…” He cried, his eyes squeezed shut.

His voice grew with every thrust of his hips. “Pl-aying with you like this- ha-s-s me-“ He cut himself off with a sharp thrust of his hips, his tip hitting your clit. A smirk grew across his face from the moan you let out. “It has us all hot and bothered.”

You didn’t register Gojo’s words until it was too late. Geto’s body shifted, he turned to face you, looking at the scene before him. Drool streamed down your fucked out expression, your panties dangling by your ankles while Gojo’s dick fitted between your plush thighs. The white-haired man’s hands gripped your hips, his mouth attached to your neck to send your shocked body at ease. “Did you want to leave me out, y/n?”

“Ge-to I-“ You couldn’t help the whimper that came out from you. Geto waited for your response, watching the pinkish tip hit your stimulated clit over and over again. Words couldn’t come out of you faster, you wish they could, begged for them too.

Precum leaked from Gojo’s cock, his mind in a state of euphoria. Blush cluttered his cheeks from the naughty position, a sense of taboo washing over his body. One of his hands traced down to tease your clit, making your ass push back into him. Your eyes were clouded, tongue lolling out.

Panting, you spoke, “Pl-ease Geto. Touch me.”

The raven raised a brow, “Is that what you want, princess?”

“Yes.” You uttered without hesitation.

Your hips buckled back against Gojo when you felt his tip tease your hole. “Then can I put it in now.” He asked with a drunken stare. He licked his lips at the thought, his hands twitching on your body. “Yes. Pl-ease Gojo.”

His tip buried inside you while his eyes squeezed shut. He did it slowly to feel the way your sticky walls swallowed him whole. How they yearned and begged to be filled by him. “Ngh~ shi-t.” Gojo pushed out.

Dazed, your stare focused on Geto and how one of his fingers traveled to your tits. The nail scratched around the nipple before warm skin pulled at the bud. A moan broke through you when he repeated the action again. Twisting and pinching your sensitive breasts while Gojo plunged inside of you. Red and irritated, your flesh burned for his touch every second he’d leave it. He’d wait five seconds each time before pulling again, watching them bounce in front of his face.

What made you go crazy was when he slapped your clit, making a shiver run through your entire body. “Can you take it, princess? I know you can, after all you did make a bet.” A tear ran down your face from the pleasure, your mouth struggling to form a word much less a sentence.

Another slap, “I asked a question my love.” Geto mumbled, his eyes softening on your fucked out face

“Ye-s!” You pushed out. Feeling Gojo’s rhythm pick up. Another pull to your nipples, this time even harder. Geto watched in delight at your pretty mounds.

A pale hand came up from behind you to hold onto one of your breast, the squeeze had you light headed. “I’m going to cum inside of you princess. I-I can’t take it anymore ngh~”

Geto laid another slap on your clit. “Are you ready to cum for me? For u-s princess?” Gojo withers as his speed increased, his cock bumping into your sweet spot.

Your orgasm had you screaming, another tear running down your face from the two slaps Geto gave your clit in between. You pushed back against Gojo, helping you both ride out your orgasm. Panting, both of you slumped onto each other as cum leaked down your tangled legs.

A wicked smile coated Geto’s lips, “ready to please me now? Princess.”

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Unexpected

Notes: totally didn’t make this two weeks ago-

Warning: reader is a meanie :(, slight crying, overstimulated, no protection, semi public (a common theme in my smut’s apparently)

What a loser. The way his cock sloppily slammed into you, the wet sounds echoing throughout the classroom that he was suppose to be tutoring you in. Not that you need it. You simply asked him as a dare, knowing how it should plan out. A dare to have sex with the cockiest and most uptight kid in the grade. Sometimes you wonder how such a priss is vice president of the student council. With how big the stick is up his ass you wondered how he could focous in anything else.

His pace grew, his thrusts not stopping, jamming into your tight hole as his fingers clenched your legs. They pulled at the fat of your thigh, your eyes narrowing on the vice’s tilted back head and exposed neck. It would have been better if you got to fuck his brother, the president, instead. Aamon was hotter, smarter and all around better person. It drove Gusion mad whenever someone could compare the two. The thought of moaning his brother’s name instead, just to fuck with him, has crossed your mind.

“God I’m fucking yo-u dumb.” Gusion huffed as sweat clung to his bangs. His shirt was off, exposing his slightly tanned skin and lean figure.

“Like hell you are.” You mumbled under your breath after giving a fake nod. Sure the action of sex turned you on but seeing Gusion try to act dominate didn’t. Though what else could you expect from the lesser brother. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum!”

Semen surged into Gusion’s condom, his head spinning as wet pants left his abused lips. His head fell, brunette locks going everywhere. You rose a brow when he stopped thrusting, noticing how his body seemed tense afterwards. Usually having sex with you has the opposite reaction. However, when you saw a single tear drip down his chin you couldn’t help the scoff that came from you.

Gusion froze, biting his lip. He quickly wiped the tear from his eye and tried not to stammer over his words. “I-I better get going.” He rushed before beginning to pull out. Curiousity got the better of you. You clenched around him, watching as the cutest and dirtiest moan came from his lips. His upper body fell on yours, your legs wrapping around his fitted waist while his face burried in your cupped breasts. You didn’t bother taking your bra off since he seemed to get off just fine.

With your legs, you pulled him closer. He whined in your boobs, hands gripping tightly on your hips. “Is little old Gusion sensitive. Don’t tell me you’re a sub, makes sense why you can’t fuck for shit.” You smirked. It was unexpected, but you could feel the vice president grow inside of you, twitching. You would be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you.

He picked up his head, chin still resting on your chest, “I’m n-ot submissive you dumb slut.” He bit back with a hiss. Though it’s hard to take anything he says seriously with red dusting his cheeks, the blush blazing to his ears.

The slut comment was fair, he was fucking you in a classroom with you on top of a desk mostly naked. But, that doesn’t mean you’ll let it slide, “Calling me a slut when you can’t even make me cum? For the vice president you sure are stupid to think a person with straight A’s suddenly needs tutoring.”

Gusion choked back a moan as his cock ached in your hole. “I-I-”

“You what Gu Gu?” You teased, your hands cupping his face to bring him closer. His eyes were glossy as tears filled them. “I never d-i-d be-fore!” He argued, though it was more of a cry. His cheeks were hot in your hands, burning and ablaze from the humiliation that seeped through his body.

“I’d hope so, no girl should have to go through that.” You scoffed with amusement. His hips jerked slightly as his eyes rolled back, “fu-ck I can’t do more.” He whimpered, cried, and pleaded for you to have mercy on him. He was a virgin, it’s not shocking how sensitive he was, especially since now he’s more turned on then ever.

A little laugh left your lips, “You say that but your cock is aching inside me Gusion.” Pulling him closer to you, you whispered into his ear, “Do you feel dirty, vice? How about you take off that condom, I’m on the pill anyways. Do you want to know how to pleasure women?” Your tongue traced the shell of his ear, feeling him shudder underneath.

Another whine left his red lips as you nibbled on the skin, a hand going up to pull his hair roughly. “You-u dum-ngh!” His voice shattered in a moan the harder you bit on his ear. You sucked the resistance out of him, making him melt on you. You could feel the sweat of his chest on your stomach as his lips quivered around the flesh on your mounds. For a moment you said nothing, hearing him pant as his cock drifted out of your pussy.

He shuffled, moving his hand down to pull off the condom and toss it somewhere on the floor. A tingling sensation filled your chest from the vibration that came from Gusion. He was speaking but seemed to be too embarrassed. You sighed, “What was that Gu Gu, speak up.”

Painstakingly, the Vice picked up his head. His eyes glowed in lust while his cheeks where illuminated in embarrassment. “Teach me…” He mumbled. For someone so cocky he sure seemed to be a puppy. Funny how that attitude melted away as soon as he got a taste of you.

He swallowed thickly from your stare. He knew that wasn’t enough, he knew you wanted to humiliate him more. “Teach m-e how to f-fuck you.” The Vice stated in a too demanding tone. Your finger traced the lump of his Adam’s apple, watching it bob before he spoke again. “Please.”

Your lips tugged into a smirk as you patted his head, his bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat. “Don’t cum until I say so ok?” Gusion gave a weak nod before picking his body up. You sucked in his sloppy cock with ease as he stammered over his words. Its as if his body ached for you, his tongue seeming too big for his own mouth as he leaned over you and babbled nonsense. His body weight shifted to one of his hands while the other held your hips, pushing them down. His nails dug into you but it didn’t cause pain, he bit his lip as he tried his hardest not to hurt you. “Fu-ck you feel really good~” His pleasure was on a whole other level as you pooled around him.

All of it turned you on. The sight of him flustered and drooling. The smell of arousal radiating from a man who has been secretly pining over you for years. That’s why he picks on you, pokes fun at you, not that it ever worked. So when he got the chance to tutor you he couldn’t pass it up no matter how strange it seemed. The classroom echoed with his moans, only making more embarrassment leak out from his drooling cock. You moved one of your hands to take out your breasts, the other grabbing onto Gusion’s. He flinched at the touch but settled down. His eyes went wide at your perky nipples, they were erected and pretty.

Curiousity got the better of the man as he slid his thumb across the bud. Pride swelled up in him when a small sigh left your lips. He continued that pace, watching you twist and turn from the small stimulation. “Move.” You uttered, one of your hands coming up to scratch his back.

Gusion obeyed with a buzzed expression, a small goofy smile being held on his lips. He tried thrusting but could only make it half way before whining. You clicked your tongue, “How pathetic, I said move didn’t I?”

“I- shit you idiot I ca-n’t!” He groaned. “You’re sucking me too mu-ngh~” The vice’s sentence was cut off by you slamming your lips into his. He cried on your lips as you pressed down on his cock, forcing him to take the rest of you. He whimpered as your tongue invaded his mouth, yet his hips started gaining ryhthem. The wet noises of your pussy flooded his flushed ears as your tongue traced the roof of his mouth. You devoured him, dominated him in his own mouth and man it turned him own. Your wetness dropped onto his thighs as he slammed his cock inside you.

Loving the noises your cunt made only made him go crazier. His hand found your breast again. Pinching and pulling at your nipple as a way to take revenge on you, hearing you moan in his mouth as his eyes roll back. Your hips met his, both of you determine to fuck the shit out of each other. Nails dug into his back, scratching his pretty skin enough that he knew marks would form later. He released your lips and pressed his chest against yours.

Both Gusion’s hands returned to your thighs, pinching at the fat on your legs and lightly slapping your ass to test the waters. He’d rub them after smoothly, never wanting to hurt you. “God, look who likes taking my cock now.” He whispered in the shell of your ear as you gripped him tighter. You grit your teeth, “D-don’t get cocky.”

A light laugh game from Gusion before his teeth grazed your ear. He pulled lightly at the lobe, planting a kiss on the shell before biting on it. He sucked it roughly, no doubt creating a hickey. “Fuck-k Gusion~ keep doing that I’m close~”

“Finall-y y/n. Now cum on my cock for me.” He groaned, moving one of his hands back up to pull at your abused nipples. His balls smacked against the curve of your ass. Everything feeling wet and dirty from how much you were leaking all over him. A choked whimper came from Gusion when he felt you clench around him so tight he was sure it was impossible to move. Your back arched as cum surged into you, leaving it oozing out of you once he pulled out.

Deep breaths left your lips from your release. Your boobs bouncing with your chest, your mouth open and ear ear bruised. Gusion bent down in front of the desk, not caring about the mess you both made on the floor. A hiched breath left you as the vice spread your lower lips open with his fingers. “W-What are you doing?” You hissed but didn’t move.

Lustful eyes peered from brunette locks. Gusion’s tongue rolled out almost as if he were in a trance. Drool peeked from his lips in hunger from the sight. How he destroyed your insides and pumped you full. Now all your mixed arousal was leaking out of your pretty cunt. “Let me clean you up. I’m still hungry.”

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Stuff

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Note❈° ≫ I’ve been so tired this week so I’m sorry if this is a bit off.

Warning❈° ≫ pervert Vash! Edging, public, reader set him up, groping, panty shot

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“What are you thinking about?” You asked the blonde, his body hunched over. His eyes lingered at the wooden table where his hands were placed. Sadly they couldn’t be on something else right now.

His fingers traced around the wooden table, feeling the dips and toughness of the wood. The way it curved and turned into a pattern. Vash would do anything to not think about his raging erection. They were in public, this was supposed to be a nice dinner. If only he didn’t catch a peak at his girlfriend’s pretty panties earlier when he dropped his fork.

It was innocent, he swears. You both haven’t done anything too sexual so far. Simple hand jobs, a blow job once. But it’s getting harder for Vash not to reveal how much of a pervert he is or can be.

He chewed on his bottom lip, reliving the memory of an hour ago. He had to crawl under the table because of his own clumsy fit. On all fours, facing your thighs is when he saw it. The pink fabric, the light lace on the edges. How it bunches around your clit and lower lips, giving the sexiest imprint.

Your short skirt became his biggest enemy and blessing. Vash thought about leaving the table for the restroom but decided against it. You would know something is wrong from his long absence. Plus he’d have to stand up and walk around with a raging boner.

His pants were tight, choking down his bulge and pleasure. “Vash baby?” You uttered. The blonde straightened up when your hand graced his thigh. The touch was suppose to be reassuring but it only made the blondes' perverted thoughts grow.

He wondered if you two were to do anything, would anyone hear? Hell maybe jerking off under the table isn’t a bad idea… if he were crazy.

You shifted your position to face him, but all Vash could think about was how your panties shift with you. He wondered if there was a wet spot right under your pretty clit. No right? He has done nothing to turn you on in such a way. “Stuff.” The man answered stiffly.

“What kind of stuff?”

Naughty stuff. Vash thought, his eyes kept still on the material he sat on. His erection was in his gaze, along with your hand mere inches away from it. “Just stuff. Nothing important is-swear.” Vash cursed himself from his obvious lie.

His thighs shifted together, you could feel him shaking from under your touch. The shakes seemed anxious as you noticed the man was also chewing on the side of his cheek. Your eyes widened slightly when you noticed the blush along the man’s cheeks, confirming your suspicions. “Are you… turned on Vash?”

The blonde stiffened up, his hands becoming as still as a rock. Words swirled around Vash’s mind but his tongue was at a stand still. It felt swollen in his mouth, unable to translate how he feels. The blonde blinked several times before his throat went dry.

However, that feeling passed when Vash felt the palm of your hand press down on the sore in his pants. The pressure on his lip intensified, his eyes darting to yours.

You were mere inches away from him, your stare heavy as the corner of your lips curled. “What’s gotten into you?” How can a sweet tone sound so arousing at the same time?

“I-I.” Vash stammered as more heat added to his face. The energy left his body when the approaching footsteps of the waiter graced his ears.

“Now that appetizers are done, have you guys decided on what you want to eat?” The waiter gave a smile and when his eyes turned to Vash the blonde’s head shot down.

His dick twitched when he felt the waiters stare against him. You glanced between your boyfriend and the waiter, calm and collected as always. You have an innocent smile, “I’ll have the chicken Cesar please. Well, what do you want, honey?”

You leaned closer to Vash, pressing harder on his erection. You could feel him throb from more attention being placed on him. “How… lewd.” You murmured in the shell of his ear.

Vash’s eyes went wide as he tried to hide his face in the large menu. “I-I will have-“ the man’s voice cut off in a groan as your hand rubbed up and down against his cock. Your fingers ran over his covered tip, no doubt growing its own wet patch.

“Come on Vash, the waiter doesn’t have all day.” You smiled.

Vash’s thighs shifted together, he wanted more friction at any cost. “Th-e same. Please.” His strained words made the waiter quirk his head but thankfully didn’t make his suspicions verbal. He took both your menus before heading off.

The blonde’s head fell on your shoulder, deeming that interaction the hardest experience in his life. “Did that take a lot out of you?” You cooed, your hand fully engulfing his erection with your palm. The fact you were manhandling his cock made Vash struggle not to moan across the entire restaurant.

He forced himself to let his pleasure out in pants, “I’m sorry for being so…”

“Naughty?” You finished while kissing his temple. Vash’s fingers dug into your arm, his chest clinging to the side of your body. His face bright red, the man flinched when your other hand graced his.

You pulled his hand low enough that it stood in between your thighs. The warmth of your skin and the wetness of your arousal made Vash whine. You were just as horny as him and the blonde couldn’t help the way his cock leaked from the realization.

Your hand let go of his own, but his stayed. He groped you softly, loving the way you felt beneath his fingers. “Did I do this?” He pushed out, eyes hazed.

More pressure was added to Vash’s covered cock, causing his head to press further into your shoulder. “Who else could it have been?” No words left the blonde, his tongue back to feeling too big for his mouth. You moved your hands back and forth, rubbing his erection fast enough for Vash to struggle not to moan.

“Seeing you shift and think such perverted thoughts. The way you can’t look at me, feeling your legs shake under the table.” You purred, watching Vash tremble under your touch.

Your thumb circled over the wet spot in the blondes pants, stimulating his tip so much it was agonizing. “All this over a panty shot? Aw Vash.”

“Y-you did it on purpos-e.” Your boyfriend whimpered in your ear. He turned his body and opened his legs more for you to touch him better. “I didn’t think simple panties would do this much damage. What do you do with my underwear when I accidentally leave them at your apartment?”

Crystal blue eyes became glossy as the red on Vash’s face spread to his ear. “N-nothing… I s-swear.” The blonde’s hips jerked up to meet your hand.

Pressure increased, causing you to manhandle the blonde’s poor erection. Vash choked, his panting becoming heavier, “f-fine. I lied, I'm sorry.” Your pace shifted back, allowing the blonde to continue to chase his high.

“What do you do with them, Vash?” You asked while nuzzling into the man’s hair. His hand still poked and prodded your panties, making it harder to not break composure.

His palm pressed flat on your clit, his fingers collecting your oozing arousal. The tips pressed deeper inside you, trying their hardest to be inside of you through the clothing.

“To-ouch myself.” Vash’s embarrassment kept piling the more he spoke. “I-I t-touch myself to them.” The blonde moan, practically bouncing in your hand to press you farther on him.

A smirk tore at your lips, knowing he was about to finish. His eyes were squeezed shut, lips crunched under his own teeth. What a pretty sight. What made it more breathtaking was the way Vash trembled when your warmth left him.

His cock jerked from the lack of friction, his fingers clinging to you as he whined no’s and pleases from his lips. Your fingers pat his thigh, and Vash swore the touch made his entire body tingle.

“We should finish this at home. We are at a restaurant, Vash.” You mumbled.

The blonde shifted his thighs together, his erection crying for some attention. Vash didn’t think he could survive another few hours of this…

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Your fault

Note: I have such a huge headache right now. Also this was not how the story was suppose to turn out so I might make another part 2… again. Though I found a new idea for Choso.

Warning: public, office sex, Gojo watching, grinding, masturbating, oral female receiving, jealous Gojo.

Ten years and you still haven’t noticed. Ten years and you haven’t noticed how his gaze lingers on you a little longer than anyone else. The way he waits patiently for you, following you around like a little dog everywhere you go. Maybe you haven’t noticed because his cocky attitude hides it all. If anyone were to make fun of the way he acted around you he’d brush it off and laugh. As if they were crazy, as if they were obsessed with the mere thought. Maybe that’s why.

You leaned back as your feet swung over his desk. Your hair was pinned up in a tight bun, legs wrapped by a pencil skirt. The tight button up you wore strangled your chest, the color matching the crystal glare trying its hardest not to stare. To Gojo, your words were muffled, his brain running circles on the fact your legs were so close.

Pretty and long, the skirt could only expose the knee and down but that was enough for him. Enough for him to picture them spread open, over his back as he-

“Satoru, can you listen to me for once?” You pursed with a raised brow. Gojo raised his hands in defense, his glasses falling slightly down the bridge of his nose. “My bad, and I listen all the time. This time I was distracted.”

“By?” You asked with an eye roll. Your best friend ignored the question and tried to continue the previous conversation.

The white haired man sighed as the hours ticked by slowly. You were back to your office, no doubt pinching your brows at someone’s sloppy penmanship. A co-worker peeked into Gojo’s office, his blonde hair falling down his forehead messily. “What’s up, Nanami? You look like you just woke up.” Gojo scoffed as he leaned forward.

The blonde cleared his throat and adjusted his locks, “Y/n… she let me take a nap since I’ve been here for the past 24 hours. She’s very kind. I was wondering if you knew any way I could repay her?”

Gojo’s eyes widened slightly at the question. Nanami has been working overtime like crazy so it’s not shocking that he’d fall asleep eventually. And it’s true, you are kind, so kind that you’ve even done some of Gojo’s work when stuff piles up on the holidays. However, the thought of you spending time in Nanami’s office, alone and comfortable, irked Gojo.

He knew he was the jealous type. Years of crushing on you and scowling at your ex-boyfriend’s have proved that. However, you haven’t dated in a while. Your entire approach to relationships changed after leaving college, making you treasure the sexual aspects. Gojo’s heard plenty of stories of your goofy one night stands, which also made his stomach flatten.

Another scoff left the man, “A simple thank you should be enough don’t you think? She’s a very busy person.”

Nanami quirked a brow at the response with a frown, “I suppose. I thought you’d be the best person to ask since you are the closest to her. But I guess I was wrong.”

The statement made Gojo freeze. He was stuck long enough for Nanami to calmly leave. Once the coworker left, Satoru fell to his chair. His hand gripped the edge of his desk, his nails digging into the material. Jealousy, heaping amounts of it scorned across his skin.

“Fuck.” The white-haired man cursed before resting his forehead down. It pressed against his desk, smudging as he closed his eyes. His anger could correlate to the fact it’s now late, the sunlight beamed behind him and people began to leave.

Eyelids heavy, Gojo decided to give into sleep. He folded his arms and adjusted himself in his chair before falling asleep.

A loud bang caused the white-haired man to jerk up. His locks loomed messily as his eyes felt like gummies. His vision was hazy but slowly fixed itself as he took notice of the things around him. His office… a groan left the man when he realized.

Stars reflected from the large windows behind him. They shined throughout the room, providing enough light for Gojo to turn on his lamp. When the man stood up, he stretched his arms into the air with a yawn. His eyes traveled to circumspect the area before landing on what caused the noise. Apparently one of his decorations fell.

It was supposed to be on the top shelf, on the wall that connects his office with yours. The bang from before echoed in his mind, making Gojo become worried. Maybe something happened to you? Maybe you fell or…

Gojo tip toed to your office; he tried to make the least amount of noise possible. He didn’t want to invade your privacy, but for some reason he felt that he needed to check on you.

Light glowed from beneath the wooden door. A window was engraved in the middle but it was blurred for privacy reasons. However, Gojo came to notice that the door was slightly cracked open.

Curiosity got the better of the man, making him wrap his fingers around the edge of the door. He pulled it open slightly, just enough so he could see what was going on inside. His eyes widened when he heard a faint whimper.

“Thank you…” Nanami sighed softly, his head laid back as he tried to spread his legs wider. The blonde’s eyes were covered by his spotted tie. The edges of the cloth lingered behind his head, the sides covered by escaping blond strands.

Gojo’s eyes flickered to you, your legs swinging off your own desk. At Least that’s what he thought your position was. When Nanami suddenly jerked, that didn’t prove to be true. The top of your heel pressed flat against the bulge in the worker’s pants. The blonde squirmed slightly, his nails digging into the armrest of your office chair.

“Come on Nanami, how am I suppose to know what you want if you don’t tell me?” You purred. More pressure added to the blonde’s covered erection.

You leaned forward, taking your hand and sliding your index finger under his chin. Coaxing him closer, you press a slow kiss on his lips. Gojo watched as Nanami melted against you, his voice muffled. When you let go, both him and Gojo were more attentive than ever.

An emptiness swelled in Gojo’s chest, all his heat seeming to travel down. The white-haired man shuddered as his grip on the door tightened. Nanami slumped back into his seat with a sigh. He looked messed up, completely out of it.

Yellow light from the lamp made the red on his cheeks glow more. Nanami’s tongue peeked from his lips to taste the small traces left of you. “I want to thank you, Miss. Do whatever you want to me.”

A little scoff left your lips, “Then shouldn’t you be touching me, Nanami?” You bent forward to grab one of his hands and placed it on your chest. Gojo’s eyes widened further, he was unable to look away no matter how much his lower half throbbed.

Your shirt was open, one of your boobs were being fondled by Nanami while the other was covered by your blue laced bra. The blonde let out heavy pants as you continued to grind your heel against his burning erection. But, Nanami didn’t complain, he only tried his hardest to keep up with you. To impress you, to thank you. You threw your head back, small bits of your tied locks becoming loose. Seeing Nanami manhandle your chest, seeing the blonde bite his lips as he struggles to not come undone. Gojo couldn’t stop himself from palming his erection.

The feather touches on his bulge had him hissing. The white haired man looked up to the cameras. A red light next to the camera glowed, meaning the devices were turned off.

“Are you just going to sit there hard?” Your voice cut through, making Gojo jump a bit. He swore you were talking to him but your eyes were still on Nanami. Twitching, Nanami shook his head. Your foot left his crotch as the blonde's hands fidgeted around his zipper. “W-what do you need Miss?”

What a loser, Gojo thought— not that he was much better. The best friend also found himself fumbling with his pants. A sigh leaving his lips when his erection came free. Gojo thought he was crazy for what he was about to do, but how could he not? You were half naked, legs spread, hair messy and shirt off. You looked gorgeous. It was almost unfair.

“Pleasure yourself, if you do I’ll let you eat me out. Can you do that for me, Nanami?” You purred, your fingers tracing his sharp jaw. The blonde gave a firm nod as he fell to his knees. Gojo’s knees buckled as his hands gripped the edge of the door harder. The white haired man was close to panting, his chest tight.

His hand shakily grabbed his erection, his pale fingers wrapping around the girth. “Fuck.” He hissed in a whisper from the warm contact. His thumb slid over his slit, collecting the beads of precum that gathered on the edge. Gojo gave himself a long stroke, biting his lips as blush spread across his cheeks.

“There you go, how does that feel?” Your voice came through again and Gojo swore he was going to lose it. Nanami’s face was shoved in your cunt as his tongue eagerly worked inside you. Your eyes trailed down to his hand that stroked himself slowly. It rubbed his precum up and down his shaft at a painstaking pace.

Teeth dug into Gojo’s lips as he tried to not cum immediately. His body was hot, sweat sticking to his button up shirt. Slacks piled by his legs as his boxers struggled to stay up. His own index finger traced the veins of his cock, his mind picturing how you’d stroke him. “It feels good, so good.” Gojo whispered, his brows furrowed.

Nanami’s tongue rubbed circles around your clit before probing between your lower lips. He devoured you, felt your gummy walls around his tongue. He was so lucky, “I want to do that to you…” Gojo trailed off. His hazy vision focused on the way you tugged on Nanami’s hair.

“M-Miss I-I want you to cum on my face please?” Nanami begged. The blonde’s face left your legs. His eyes were heavy, glossed in lust as his hand kept pumping his length. “I’m going to cum soon Miss, I want you to as well.”

Gojo could see your arousal dripping from his chin, making a surge of precum drip down his own tip. Jealousy swelled in his chest and his cock. You smiled and spread your legs a little wider, “Be my guest. I didn’t realize how much of a slut you were Nanami.”

The blonde’s eyes glowed when looking at your sloppy pussy. “Only for you, Miss.” The blonde hurried himself inside you, this time more eager than ever. His lips surrounded your clit, sucking the nerves with passion. Gojo’s mouth watered at the thought. His face between your legs, his tongue fucking you. “Faster Nanami, I’m close.”

Both Gojo and Nanami picked up their pace. Gojo pumped his cock while his hands and legs shook from pleasure. Nanami’s erection trembled as your thighs squeezed around his head. Muffled thank you’s vibrated your cunt as you came on the blonde’s tongue. Nanami’s chest was coated in white while Gojo’s pants became stained.

The blonde lapped up any leftover fluid, he wanted more, so much more. Gojo struggled to not hit the floor as he pulled up his pants and boxers.

You let out a whimsical chuckle, “What good boys.”

Extra note: (Spoiler for the manga) trust my man’s alive.

[goszixx]

Can I take a look inside?

Note: I’m in love with this man

Warning: He calls you Mamas, oral female receiving, massages, he’s your boss, praising, in his office.

You could feel the sweat forming on your neck even in the cold air spewing out of the AC vent above you. You never understood why his office needed to be so cold. It’s not like it was hot outside either, just something the agent enjoyed. It’s not like you were able to question his methods. After all, he is Granger. One of the top agents in the organization, and your boss.

He batted his curled lashes at the report, dark eyes narrowing on on the letters marking the paper. Tan skin slid across the paper in hesitance, as if stuck on something. You assumed it was a typo and cursed yourself for it.

Whisky sat on his desk; a small portion settling in his custom made glass. “How does it look? I know we didn’t get the exact information you needed but…” trailing off, you hesitated to finish. The black office chair squeaked when your boss leaned back. A sigh left reddened lips. You couldn’t help your eyes tracing the perfect arch they made of the pretty point of his nose. His brows were thin, eyes narrowed.

It was best that you divert your attention to something else while he continued to read. The walls of his office were a pastel blue, his light born coat hung up in the corner of the room. His guns laid on the wall, along with a leather couch. Its pretty common for the agent to sleep in his office. From what you’ve heard, he rarely goes home.

“Thank you.” He mutters, eyes lifting to feel around your nervous frame. Awkwardly, you stood in front of him. He noticed how straight your back was and how your fingers picked at one another. “Is there something else you want to say?”

Sometimes it irked you how perceptive he was. “No.” Granger raised a brow at the slight hitch in your breath. Pushing his chair back slightly, he placed the report on his desk. He moved some other files over, creating a blank space on his desk. Leaning back in his chair, his hand ran through his mitched matched hair. It always seemed so fluffy, it almost made you jealous. “There is nothing else regarding the mis-“

“Then what is this about?” Granger cut off, nudging his chair farther back to create some room between him and his desk. His eyes lingered at the helm of your skirt to your exposed thighs. It was only for an instant, but you caught the glance. “It is nothing appropriate for a work setting.” Your voice came out in a shy manner. It bothered you how well the agent can thow you off your game. Even so, your face held straight.

“Sit.” He ordered, his chair rocking a bit from him adjusting. You hesitated, causing granger to raise a brow. “Can’t listen to your commanding officer?”

A lump built up in your throat. “That’s not it…” Painstakingly, you walked closer to his desk, taking a seat so you faced your commanding officer. Your thighs pressed tight together underneath your black skirt. Granger took his time taking in your position. Your hands held you up on the sides, one palm stuffed in the report you just gave him. The other gripped near the edge of the furniture; nails trying not to carve into the wood out of anticipation. “Are you tired?”

Granger watched your face, his hand reaching towards your exposed legs. He pulled one of your legs onto the arm of his chair. Rough hands caressed your smooth skin. The cold of the room contrasted with the warmth of the agent. His fingers worked into your calf before rubbing across your thigh. You couldn’t help but melt into the touch. “We are at work Granger.” You pushed out softly.

“No one will come in. Everyone is out for the day. Why don’t you tell me what happened, Mamas.”

The agent could feel you tense from the nickname, blush adding to your cheeks. His husk voice said it with ease no matter how embarrassed it made you. He switched focus, his hands moving to ease your other leg, spreading them in the process. “Did something happen on the mission?” He asked again. His eyes flickered to your blue panties, resisting the urge to take them off in a less appropriate fashion.

Lips pressed against the end of your thigh, large hands supporting the rest of the leg. The kisses persisted, getting slower and slower by the second. At one point, you wondered if Granger gave up on trying to get the information out of you. He seemed to just be enjoying your legs, the warmth, how soft they are. The smell of perfume stuck to your skin. It was sweet. “You smell how you taste.” He groaned, annoyed by how stubborn you were being.

Granger isn’t the type to let anger simmer. He rather everything be out in the open then be kept inside. “You had a mission with Silvana recently…” you started, blush adding to your cheeks. You refused to look Granger in the eyes as you utter your next words. “I got jealous.”

Silence. It would be a lie to say it didn’t make you anxious. Warmth left your legs slowly. They were placed gently back, hanging off the sides of his desk. The agent pushed back his chair. It thumped against the wall a bit. You slowly opened your eyes, surprised to see Granger on his knees, taking off his coat. He pulled the fabric off himself gingerly, his head tilted up to meet your wide eyes. “I can’t get this dirty but I need to show you there’s nothing to be jealous about.

Hands slid up your thighs, pulling you forward so his face was stuffed between them. The end of your skirt was bunched up by your waist, your pretty panties on full display. “Can I take a look inside?”

Teeth chewed at your lips as a finger pulled at the fabric of your underwear. Granger blinked a few times seeing the wet spot growing on the clothing. Once panties were off, an electric chill went down your spine. The sudden realization, of what is about to happen made you self conscious. Though, that feeling melted away when you you saw Granger bring your panties to his nose, taking a deep breath. The grip he had on your thigh tightened.

“Yes.” You whispered, eyes heavy as your boss ran kisses up your thighs. He put the panties in his lap as he focused on easing his hunger. “It was for a mission. You’re still mine Mamas, and I’m still yours.”

His wet tongue rubbed up and down your folds, gathering all the juices he could on his tongue. You couldn’t help but flinch when his nose bumped into your clit. Both of his hands adjusted your legs, making them draped over his shoulders. The movement made you struggle to balance. Granger gave a slow kiss on your clit before peeking up. “Squeeze your legs, no need to be shy.”

You did as told, pushing Granger onto your dripping cunt. The agent wasted no time picking up where he left off, leaving slow kisses on your clit. He sucked the bundle of nerves, his eyes closed and breathes heavy. Hands tugged into his hair when his tongue began to ease past your folds. He groaned, vibrating the skin. Between your soft hands tugging his fluffy hair and the moans coming from your lips, he couldn’t help the blood rushing to his cock.

Granger shifted slightly, wanting to focus his attention on you and you only. “There you go Mamas. Do you feel good?” The agents pushed his tongue past your fold again, this time repeating the action over and over. He was a starved man. How could he hold back when you make such beautiful noises?

“Yes, you feel so good Granger.” You cried, voice shaky as your legs squeezed him tighter. His hands massaged your thighs, making you flinch from the pleasure. They rubbed up and down your legs, easing you to take more of his tongue. His nose bumped against your throbbing clit; making you whine from the minimal friction.

Another whine came from your lips. You were trying your hardest not to pull his hair too hard from how good you felt. Wet noises corrupted the office, a small pop made it all stop when Granger removed his tongue. His head peaked up again, his lips red and covered in your sweetness. A goofy smile bloomed on the agents face. He was drunk off of you.

“Ready to come on my face, Mamas?”

It took you a moment to answer, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “Y-yes. Please Granger.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. The man gave slow kisses to your thighs again, pampering whatever skin he could get his hands on. He laid another kiss on your clit before rolling his tongue on the bud. His wet tongue slid across the nerves in a circular motion.

Granger kept his pace slow, wanting to feel you quiver against his tongue before speeding up. His lips curled from the fingers tightening in his hair. “Faster… fuck faster Granger.”

He did just that, his hands holding your thighs steady as his tongue worked you. Drool clung to your thighs as your cum coated his lips and nose. Granger helped your ride out your orgasm. His tongue slowing down on your clit before he laid kisses on your folds. You shifted uncomfortably, mewling from the overstimulation. “Grange-r-r…”

“I know, I know Mamas but let me clean up my mess. I can’t let your cum go to waste.”

[goszixx]

Something new

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Note ❈° ≫ I wanted to say a few things real quick but if your really horny you can skip! Thank you for all the support so far, on tumblr and AO3. You guys are so kind. Also I think I’m going to post once a week so I can stay at a steady pace and not get overwhelmed. I’ll post one smut and an update to “Cat in a Tree”. I’m working on a Vash from Trigun and Yin from mlbb. Next probably Yuji since he’s my favorite from JJK. Thank you again!

Warning❈° ≫ Blow job, Geto is impatient, maybe a part 2 depending if ppl like it, reader is dominate, handcuffs, begging, female masturbation, vibrator

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Geto peaked through the crack of your shared bedroom. His stare fixated on the beautiful body of his wife. Your legs were parted, knees bent slightly as your teeth were pressed into your lip.

A light sweat coated your face, making the dim light highlight your body perfectly. The strap of the silk nightgown fell down your shoulder as the buzz of your vibrator lingered in the air. For some reason, the image was so taunting Geto felt as if he should look away.

The blush staining your face reflected in his own, his button up shirt feeling suffocating all of a sudden. Geto pulled at his tie to allow him to swallow the lump in his throat.

“Y/n.” Geto cooed as his fingers gently pushed against the door frame. His voice made you jump, face flushing in embarrassment as your fingers fidgeted to turn off the vibrator. “G-Geto, when did you get home from work?”

Your husband peeled off his coat, “not too long ago. Having fun with yourself?” The raven asked as he folded his blazer and placed it neatly on a nearby chair. His feet graced the rug near the edge of the bed, his upper body leaning over you.

A small smirk peered on his lips as your fingers played with one another. “Yes. I was.” You admitted in a shy tone.

A chuckle came from the man’s lips, one of his hands coming up to meet your thigh. He stroked the fat of your thigh, leaning closer to feel more of your warmth.

“Did it feel good?” The man’s lips rested by your ear, his fingers tracing up your thigh. His hair sprawled across his back, his dark locks tied up in a half up half down. Your eyes flickered to your husband’s lips but decided against engaging.

Geto watched the look, becoming puzzled from your hesitation. “What’s wrong?” The man started to retract his hand but stopped when you placed the heat back on you.

You struggled to answer his question, knowing it won’t make much sense once it comes out of your mouth. “You make me feel too good, Suguru.”

The words floated in the air before the man was able to catch them. “Thank you?” He chuckled in relief. A hand pressed on his chest to gain his attention. The man went quiet as you continued.

“So good. But, you never let me make you feel good.” You uttered, pushing Geto off you with care. The man ended up sitting back in your spot, still blinking to understand what was happening.

You took a seat on his lap, hands resting on his shoulders while his eyes trailed around your body. His finger tugged at the strap of your clothing as your finger worked off his tie. “What do you plan to do with me?” Geto murmured under his breath.

His eyes were tilted down, directed at your naked collarbone and cleavage. “Have you ever thought that maybe I pleasure you because you-“ the raven’s words were cut off with a groan when you rolled your hips.

His erection twitched between the heat of your legs. Your fingers laced under his chin, his eyes meeting yours, watching confidence grow across your face. “You’re very pretty, Suguru.” You whispered, leaning closer to him to peck his cheek.

Suguru flushed at the compliment. He doesn’t take them well even after all the years you’ve spent together. “T-thank you y/n.”

“Of course.” Your fingers trailed down the man’s shirt before they stopped by his thigh. You shuffled back to work on the belt confining Suguru’s cock.

He groaned from the movements and tried to grab onto the curve of your ass but you swatted him away. “Can I make you feel better, Suguru?”

Lust stained your stare, eyes watching as Geto’s chest started to slowly rise and fall. There’s a reason as to why he doesn’t let you take the lead, but decided to not mention it. “Yes.” Your husband uttered, leaning back on his hands.

You slid off his lap to take off his boxers, however you stopped half way through. Suguru all but frowned at the stopped motion, his eyes following your alluring body across the room. Your fingers wrapped around one of the dresser drawers before pulling.

Geto adjusted his body and scooted closer to the headboard of the bed. “What are you trying to do to me?” Suguru asked with amusement tingling on his lips.

His eyes widened a bit when he saw the shines of metal along with the blue fur of handcuffs. His smirk grew. “What are you playing at y/n?”

You gave an innocent smile before straddling your husband. His head laid on two soft pillows, his shirt open and flowed down his sides. His boxers hung low on his waist as his hair painted the pillow behind him. “You can’t touch me. That would ruin the fun wouldn’t it?”

As a test, Geto pulled at the handcuffs to see if they were strong enough. They were. He placed them above his head, flat on one of the pillows he rested on. A bottle was pressed into your hands, the cap flicked off.

You sat on the bed, Geto feeling the material dip a bit as he peered down to the lube in your hands. Before squeezing the bottle, you helped Geto wiggle out of his boxers. A sigh of relief left his lips before he felt a familiar warmth on the base of his cock.

The man all but squirmed under his restrictions from the simple touch. Your finger’s wrapped around his girth, sliding the liquid all the way to his tip. Painstakingly so, your index finger rolled over the tip, sliding over the slit as precum beaded down along with the lube.

You analyzed and adjusted, your attractive wit turning to be Geto’s down fall. There’s a clear reason why he doesn’t let you take the lead, he’s impatient. He loves pleasuring you and it allows him to have control over how and when he orgasms, changing positions enough so he doesn’t disappoint you and cum quickly. You caught onto his game about a year or so ago but never mentioned it.

Though now that the curiosity has been drowning inside you, you just had to see how far it can go. “How does this feel, Suguru?”

Geto’s eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth grinding down on one another as he tried his hardest not to close his legs from pleasure. “Slow…” He mewled. You squeezed a bit at his base, feeling his erection twitch under your clutch.

The pressure declines as you slide your hand up, “Do you not like it slow?” You murmured, hearing the man choke under you. His eyes grew heavy, dazed from the pace. You continued your rhythm until Geto struggled against his restraints. His fingers dug into the handcuffs as his neck strained on the pillows.

Lube covered his cock, oozing down the base and dripping onto his sack. The husband mumbled things under his breath, trying to stiffen his pleasure as much as possible. Because of his lack of vision, he couldn’t see your head dipping down until he felt a soft flush of your tongue pressing the underside of his cock.

He shivered. “Darling pleas-e let me touch you. You win, you win.” His hands clasped around nothing, your mouth enveloping him further until you stopped about half way. A remnants of pity pulled at your heart knowing this was Geto’s first time doing anything of the sort. But you knew he could stop this entire thing if he said one simple word.

Since the safe word didn’t even think to leave his lips, you continued. Hollowing out your cheek, your tongue laid flat against the underside. Your hands worked on the uncovered half, allowing you to focus most of your attention on sucking.

Your name left his lips as he tried to thrust into your mouth for more. “Be patient Suguru.” You hummed around him, raising yourself off of him so he could understand you.

The words laid deaf on his ears from the vibration they brought on his erection. You lowered yourself and began sucking on his length, feeling it twitch more and more frequently. His thighs trapped your head, not squeezing but nuzzling against your face to bring you closer.

When your tongue laid flat against his slit, flicking across the sensitive skin with meticulous precision, Geto withered through his orgasm.

Cream painted your mouth, dripping down your chin as the man’s fingers dug into his own palm. His mouth was left open, lips quivering over words he could not yet comprehend. “Fuck.” He groaned when feeling your fingers grip around him once again.

Fingers pushed his damp bangs from his face, his pupils adjusting on your glistening face. His eyes targeted the small amount of white liquid on your cheek, “let me fuck you.” The words left the man without thinking, not like he would change them if he could.

His gaze was firm but his heaving showed how bad he needed you. “What do I have to do? I’ll do anything, just let me take the lead… please.”

“Begging? That’s new.” You hummed. You leaned down to kiss the man’s chiseled stomach, your eyes picking back to meet your husband's glare. “From now on, we take turns taking the lead. Is that okay with you, darling?”

[goszixx]

Guilty

Note: hi :)

Warning: oral female(r), brothers best friend, tats, groping

Soft and pale, his fingers edged across your skin. Filed nails scraped the curve of your jaw and for a brief moment they were the only thing you could focus on. “Do you want to guess?”

The question rang in your ears in a tantalizing way. Dazed, your eyes lifted from his lips to his narrow eyes. Dead eyes. Your tongue peaked out from your lips after swallowing hard. Feeling tight, you could feel your throat about to cave in. “Your arms?” A small shake of Choso’s head had you at the edge of your seat. The click of your desk chair resonated in your ears, along with the soft whisp of your name.

“Y/n… try again.” Choso whispered, sweet words directed to the shell of your ear. Large arms planted themselves on the arm rest of your chair, the back hitting your white desk. The light of your monitor dimmed, your lamp pointed down. The yellow light highlighted the edge of the raven’s jaw.

Again, came the soft touch of his fingers. It was so hard to focus when they touched you, rubbing small circles on whatever skin he could reach. “Your…” another rough swallow, “Legs?” You questioned.

Lips curled against the soft flesh of your ear, “No… farther up.” Your chair shifted back as Choso picked up his body to look at you. He towered over you even when slouching down. Your fogged eyes looked around at whatever naked skin revealed itself to you. At the edge of his white button up, near the first button was a trace of black ink

He noticed your stare and moved one of his hands. The warmth of his grasp against your wrist was almost unsettling. “Undo me.” He enchanted slowly. With care, your fingers worked on the first button, then the second and so on. You continued unbuttoning his shirt until the white bottom up left nothing to the imagination. Ink traced around his upper chest, “Touch me.”

Choso leaned closer to you again, his mouth near your ear. “Didn’t you hear me? Touch me, my love.”

A soft hum came from Choso when your cold fingers graced his warm skin. “There you go.”

Heat flushed your cheeks from the words. Teeth pressed on the plush of your bottom lip as Choso’s teeth pulled on your ear. He bit the skin lightly, his weight shifting onto you. A groan left the man before cracking, “Get up, I want to taste even more of you.”

“We can’t.” The words were only able to come out of you after your back hit the bed. Choso took off his shirt in a teasing manner, making sure your eyes watched his body carefully. The curve of his abs and disappearing V-line. The light happy trail peaking from his pants. “Why is that my love?”

Sweet words, sweet yet naughty words that put you in a daze. Choso settled between your legs, making your skirt rid up. The tight, long sleeve shirt you wore, made it hard for Choso to focus on anything you were saying. His hands rested on the top of your knee, with your legs bent, it was almost too easy to make your skirt falter. Burgundy fabric fell further and further down your trembling thighs.

You licked your lips again, “You’re my brother’s best friend…” you answered weakly. Choso raised a brow. One of his hands left your legs to be placed on your lower stomach. “Is that so.” He mumbled, one of his fingers fingering your waistband. It pushed out the fabric of your shirt before both hands helped you remove it. You didn’t protest, which just made Choso smirk, “What if I want to be something to you?”

Choso couldn’t help his eyes flickering to your black lace bra. His finger slipped from underneath the middle and flicked the bra open. The movement had you frozen while Choso took in the sight. He leaned down, lips feeling too dry. “Tell me why we can’t do this, my love.” Cold air blew on your pretty nipples before Choso’s wet tongue flicked the tip.

“Do you feel guilty?” How could you answer the question with the warmth of Choso’s mouth spreading across your chest. Your toes curled as your hands struggled to be by there side. He sucked slowly, playing with the bud with his lips. Your own lips quivered around your breaths as he played with you. His hands sliding down your open legs, allowing him more access to your body.

Wet and irritated, your chest perked up when his tongue left you. Choso leaned above you with the most satisfied smirk. One of his hands left your inner thigh to begin working on the second nipple. He tugged it a bit, watching it bounce back into place. Next, his nail flicked on the bud, “Choso~” Weak and timid, the whine made Choso stop.

“Yes?” A kiss on your temple had you melting again. The soft lips traveled from the top of your head to the bottom of your ear. “Where do you want me? Here?” The hands on your chest groped you lightly, playing with the plush skin. “Or how about here.”

Gentle, yet threatening, the slim finger rubbed lightly across your thighs. Wherever the hand touch set your body ablaze, causing you to whimper when he pressed a finger against your clothed cunt. “There…” You spoke in a whisper. A whisper filled with need and lust. It wasn’t often when you threw caution to the wind, but with his touch burning your skin how could you not?

“What was that?” Choso cooed, his finger grinding down a bit on your clit.

Teeth pressed on your lip, “Please.”

The raven smiled at your politeness and pushed himself back. Large hands pulled at your thighs, the movement causing your skirt to fall back on your stomach. Choso licked his lips, the only thing separating him from your taste was a slutty thong. “Wearing this for me?” He asked with his mouth hovering over your cunt. His nose pressed on your clit, his tongue pressing flat in the middle of the panties.

Sweet and taunting, your scent graced his nose and Choso swore he drooled. His tongue moved up and down, making small movements just below your clit. Your arousal soaked through the clothing as your legs tensed. Your chest rose and fell with anticipation as Choso’s tongue probed your insides. Lewdly, his tongue pushed the thin line of your panties to the side. Your legs wrapped around him tighter when his nose bumped against your clit. His tongue licked at your lower lips before pushing inside of you.

He went slow, wanting to savor the taste of you until it became too much for him. A few minutes had him grinding his hard on against the bed while his arms locked you around his face. “C-Choso!”

“There you go…” He murmered, though it came out muffled.

“Cum for me, y/n. On my face my love, you can do it.” He coaxed before continuing to devour you. He kept going until you fulfilled his command, his lips covered in your juices while his pants became a sticky mess.

Panting, you saw the crooked smile of Choso’s dazed face pick up from between your legs. His new tattoo was marked by you, your cum dripping a bit down his chest. “Did that feel good? Ready for round two?”

[goszixx]

Evergreen

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Note ❈° ≫ Yes, there will be a part two.

Warning ❈° ≫ humiliation, degrading, dom sukuna, sub reader, grinding cause why not, I think that’s it for now.

Part 2

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One finger traced around the edge of the folder beneath them. The vanilla scolded your stare, knowing what had to come next. It’s the only way. You keep telling yourself that over and over and over again. But, that still didn’t change the tingle curling at your nerves. You could almost taste it, the evergreen mint that always overwhelmed your senses.

One bulb lit the room, a long black table was placed in the center. The one sided glass being the only thing that consumed your attention. The man on the other side sat still, his body hunched over as his hands rested behind the back of the chair. Even in chains the cockiest smile rested on his face.

Ink traced along his skin, leading down his face and disappearing in a prison jumpsuit. He shifted, his chin pointing up as if he knew you were looking at him. A smirk spread across his busted lip as he opened his legs a little wider for your viewing pleasure.

Your stare held its cold tension. But you couldn’t help your teeth tearing into your bottom lip. The precinct was closed. Only you and him stood in the building. Your own morals were crushed by what you were about to do. It pulled at your heartstrings but was scorched whenever his eyes met yours. Even though he can’t see you, he can feel you.

Need. You need him. For your case of course, nothing else. To be fair, your fate was skewed ever since your life got tangled with the info broker years ago. How many times have they met like this? Five? Maybe six. It always ended in one way.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you picked your body off the metal chair. Your morals were isolated in the room as soon as you shut the door behind you. A burning heat spread across your chest, you wanted to blame it on guilt, but you knew the truth.

Your fingers wrapped around the metal door knob, the silver sent a spark through your skin. Cold air hit your face along with the hungry stare belonging to the infamous Sukuna. “How long as it been? 2 years?” Sukuna scoffed in amusement. His smirk only grew from the death glare you sent his way.

“I see your ugly mug hasn’t changed…” He trailed off as his eyes traced around the curves of your body. Oh how he missed your figure.

You kept your scowl, even though the air held his intimidating aura. “How’s prison life, Sukuna?” You leaned against the wall in front of him, crossing your legs and making the heel of your boots tap the ground.

The prisoner hummed, his hands gently tugging at the cuffs that held him still. “Could be better. But let’s cut to the chase, what information do you want from me? Or have you missed our sex that much?”

Your tongue clicked the roof of your mouth in annoyance. Maybe if he stopped speaking you could try to bare his presence. “Kenjaku, I want to know his where abouts on October 19th.”

Sukuna blinked a few times before his lips stretched into a grin. “That's pretty top secret information, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. You cringed at the name, your teeth grinding together as your hand buckled on the small windowsill behind you. Exhaling, and unballing your fist you spoke, “I’m aware.”

Your hands fell by your side to bunch up the ends of your shirt. You pulled the black material, getting a surprised hum from the prisoner. But, he was intrigued nonetheless, “want to get straight down to business, I see. Did your prissy personality change or did you miss milking me that much?”

Amused laughter radiated from the prisoner, but you kept your composure. Your boots and jeans came off next. Sukuna’s eyes stuck to you like glue, your exposed skin teasing him too much for his liking. You trudged closer, taking in more details about the man. The small scars littering his neck, the slight bruise of his bottom lip.

Water droplets scattered in the messy pink locks from his shower. The water droplets also ran down the ink on his chest. You pulled at the jumpsuit until it exposed as much of his body as it could. The black rim of his boxers peeked out while his chiseled abs stretched before you.

Taking a finger, you traced down the ink. Your touch ran across his flesh, down his chest to the first mound of muscle making his abs. The heat stimulated his hot skin, making him hiss as it contracted with the cold feel of your digits.

Fabric hung high on your waist, the pretty lace gracing your skin In a mocking way. “Sit.” The words grumbled in the back of his throat. They dripped off his tongue, giving away the pure lust bubbling up inside him.

Blush spread across your cheeks from the command. Your legs shifted together as the lace on them seemed to get tighter. The urge to bite back was so apparent it made Sukuna smirk more. But, he knows you love it. The humiliation, the lack of physical touch he’s given you. The nickname.

“Sit on my lap, Sweetheart.” He repeated, putting the nickname to add more to the fire. Begrudgingly, you sat. The curve of your ass squished off the meat of his covered thigh. While adjusting yourself, Sukuna’s eyes trailed down to the small wet patch growing on your panties. The panties he bought you. The ones he makes you were before and after he fucks you.

Seeing your plush thighs all but shake in anticipation on his lap made him lick his lips. “Kiss me.” Another command, but this one stung you less then the rest.

“Yes, Sukuna.” Your voice came out timid, strained in nervousness. Six years and you couldn’t get him to drop this rule. Every time he gives you a command you have to respond with that. At first you thought it was because it turned him on, but.

Your legs tried to shuffle together as embarrassment leaked to your core. The chill of your palm pressed on the curve of his shoulder, sliding up to his neck while the other pressed flat on his abs. You leaned forward, Sukuna watching as the window behind you caught the wall your back arched. Before your lips met, Sukuna’s minty breath consumed your senses.

Damn that evergreen. “No grinding on me, understand Sweetheart?” Your lips parted in embarrassment as the heat of his mouth engulfed yours. He took advantage of your shock, forcing his tongue past your lips. The softness of his tongue slid past your own, causing you to whimper. Your nails dug in the curve of his abs as your legs shook on his thighs.

It was torture. His mouth invaded yours with so much ease. Touching every part of your mouth as if he owned it. It took all the willpower you had to keep the movement of your hips in check. Your back arched more the longer the kiss continued.

He’d only let you breathe when he felt like it, causing you to pant with your tongue lolled out, a dazed stare meeting his. “Did you like it that much? You're panting Sweetheart and we haven’t even started.”

You didn’t give an immediate response, you couldn’t. Sukuna clicked his tongue, his amusement cut short. He picked up his thigh, causing it to grind right into your soaked core. A choked moan broke through your lips in pleasure as you pressed your chest against his. He kept his rhythm until your face buried into his neck, your whimpers filling his ear. “Ye-s Sukuna. Y-yes Sukuna.”

The movement stopped, leaving your legs quivering on his thigh in need. Sukuna’s stare drifted around your body. From the grip you had to his skin to the arousal leaking from his panties. His eyes then flickered to the bra he bought you, how he made it a tad too small so your boobs would spill out whenever you made the smallest movement.

Once again, the prisoner licked his lips. “Are you ready to continue, Sweetheart?”

[goszixx]

Greater Good

Note: My bad for the longish break! Finished my essay though!

Warning: two men :), anal fingering, anal pen, no protection, Megumi is spider man?

“It was for the greater good.” Yuji uttered out loud, his back pushing the cushions of his chair. The red leather made swirly patterns with the black, the name of his mother’s company printed on the back. White letters ran down the side to spell out the college student’s name.

Thick thunder blanketed his ears, lightening sparking in the dusty clouds. Rain patted the fire escape outside as city lights reflected in Yuji’s room. His own hair ran damp, his skin tanned but covered by his puffy jacket. “Is that what you were going to say to me again? Megumi.”

The young adult turned to his best friend, his eyes zoning in on the blood dripping down his cheek. The raven’s emerald stare was hooded, his body concentrating on breathing. Air practically bursted out of his lungs from how fast he swung here. In the rain, through the storm, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the scars on his body, the gash through his thigh. Even with police sirens screetching in his ears, he needed to continue forward.

Even though chaos was a normal occurrence in the day of the life of Spider-Man. This last event was different. His best friend of 16 years saw it, saw him. Megumi has been Spider-Man for two years, which means he’s been lying to his best friend for 24 months. “You… need to listen to me.” Megumi puffed out, squeezing his mask in his hand. He opened his eyes to look into the cold stare of Yuji’s.

Green eyes softened as soon as his naturally cold exterior would let him. Yuji kept a straight face, but it couldn’t help but waver as a groan left Megumi. He pressed his hand on his thigh and tossed his mask on Yuji’s bed.

Weakly, Spider-Man rose to his feet, his teal and black suit shining from the lights reflecting onto the material. In the room, only the light from Yuji’s monitor glowed. “You shouldn’t have been there.” Megumi started. The statement only made Yuji’s eye twitch as he turned his chair.

“What did you just say? Out of everything that happened today, that is what you tell me?!”Yuji huffed, his brows pressed together.

A gloved hand clapped down on the pink haired man’s shoulder, shaking his body in his seat. “I told you not to go!” Megumi seethed in frustration and in pain. His knees wobbled as his back hunched forward. Sweat mixed in with the blood trailing down his neck. Red dotted the wooden floors of the room, a hot tear gathering in those emerald eyes. The only eyes that can make Yuji soften, the only eyes that can make him weak. “Damn it Yuji, don’t you understand?! You could’ve died. Then what? What was I suppose to do then, huh?”

Megumi lost his balance when his best friend pushed him away. He stumbled back but tensed up when an arm wrapped around his waist. His chest hit Yuji’s, the air knocking out of him. Megumi was forced to stare into the eyes of his best friend… his… “I love you too.” The raven uttered out loud, eyes misty and hands trembling as they laid on Yuji’s cheek. His back was dipped from the hold the pink haired man had on him. Red and blue peered in from the outside world as the white noise of rain coated the atmosphere.

“I couldn’t say it earlier. But when I saw you today…” Megumi swallowed hard. Yuji watched the way the fabric around his throat bobbed up and down. How the material stuck to the velvet skin of his childhood best friend. The man he confessed his feelings too a week ago. The man who ghosted him a week ago. The man who saved his life today. “I never listen.” Yuji whispered under his breath. The air ghosted Megumi’s rosey cheeks, warming his damp glow.

Exhales laid stuck in the raven’s throat. He wanted nothing more than to spit out all his thoughts and opinions, but this wasn’t the time. One of his trembling hands eased under Yuji’s jaw and inched him closer. The space between them was minimal, it was taunting. “Let me show you.” Megumi’s words faded off into the delicate kiss he laid on Yuji’s lips.

Moments passed, both of them taken in the heat they gave each other before they got hungry. Yuji’s grip tightened as his lips seeped into his lovers. A large hand roamed the raven’s back as his face flushed in embarrassment. That hand tugged at the suit over his body, the suit that hides the true him from the rest of the world. From everyone except Yuji.

The kiss broke and Megumi was left breathless. Pale lips opened as small gasps left them. His lover eased the material off his body, laying kisses to whatever exposed skin he could. He felt warmth across his chest, his shoulders, lean arms. Hands gripped at his waist as Yuji stood on his knees, kissing the pinkish flesh. Tugging farther, the suit was at Megumi’s feet, leaving him in only his underwear.

Yuji looked up at his lover, seeing the rose blooming on his cheeks through the foggy light. It was only then did Yuji notice the soft hand in his hair while the other clasped over the raven’s pretty lips. “I want to hear you, ok?” Itadori asked as he slid off the last piece of clothing separating him from his lustful intentions.

Shakily, Megumi responded, “Okay.”

Leaving one of Megumi’s thighs, Yuji’s hand came to wrap around the pulsing erection. He felt his lover shift in his hand, watching his legs become weak as Yuji gave it a teasing pump.

Itadori tested the hero by laying a kiss on his tip, precum glossing his lips slightly. “Yuji…” Megumi sighed, his fingers digging into pink hair. They massaged his lover’s scalp with care, urging him to take him in.

Yuji rolled out his tongue and gently licked off some of the pre cum beading at the tip as he pumped the erection. Megumi’s cock throbbed in the warmth, his knees trying their hardest not to buckle from the pleasure. “Can you take it?” Yuji asked, his other hand rubbing the fat of Megumi’s thigh. He tried to relax the raven but everything he did turned Megumi on further.

The raven moaned in his hand, hoping that would be enough of a response but it wasn’t. “Can you take me, Megumi?” Yuji asked in a calming tone. His hand began to pump the raven slower; it took all of Megumi’s will power to not cry at the slow friction.

“Yes, I want it Yuji.” He moaned through his uneven breathing.

Itadori didn’t wait a second longer before guiding the cock into his mouth. He could feel Megumi twitch against his tongue along with a salty taste sticking to the roof of his mouth. The raven’s girth was average but his length made taking him more difficult then Yuji expected. The pink haired man relaxed his jaw and eased more of Megumi into him. The rest was being pumped by Yuji’s rough hands, the calloused and scarred hands Megumi always imagined touching him.

“Please go faster Yuji… I can’t take much more of this before I… ngh~ shit.” Both of Megumi’s hands guided Yuji’s sloppy mouth. Saliva dripping down his chin along with his lover’s arosal.

He was trying to devour Megumi, milk his cock for all it was worth. Hearing Megumi moaning his name over and over again. Yuji’s tongue worked around the girth, moving as he sucked on the tip once more before Megumi couldn’t take it anymore. It took all his power to not fall once he came, especially when he looked down to see Yuji pumping him through his high. The pink haired man placed a few kisses around the base before rising to his feet.

Megumi couldn’t choke out another word before he found himself sprawled out on Yuji’s bed. His body twitched in heat while his lover removed his own clothes. Megumi’s eyes wandered around the muscular chest that belonged to Yuji, how it seemed so perfect and teasing.

“Relax for me.” Yuji uttered, his body placed between Megumi’s long legs. Legs Itadori has caught himself thinking about more then once. One hand swiped over the raven’s chest while the other stayed between his legs. “Can you take my fingers Megumi?”

God Yuji wish he could take a photo of the way his lover’s face flashed red. Megumi’s head turned, “Yuji… please stop asking embarrassing questions like that.” The statement ended in a hitched breath as Yuji pushed in one of his fingers. His lips quickly brushed against Megumi’s to devour him once more.

Megumi moaned into the kiss, feeling one of Yuji’s hands wander over his chest while the other pumped inside him. Fingers pinched at one of Megumi’s nipples, causing him to push back into Yuji’s fingers. “Ngh~ Y-uji.” The raven withered, as his hips jerked into the rough finger inside him.

A tongue probed into Megumi’s mouth, invading every inch of him that he could. Yuji played with Megumi’s body like there was no tomorrow, adding a second finger and a third before finally entering him. Megumi cried, his hands scratching his lover’s back as he became filled completely. Yuji’s cock stretched him, applying pressure to his prostate with a simple shift.

To think Yuji has one of the most feared men in the world crying out his name like a symphony. The thought only made the pink haired man thrust harder. He took it slow, pulling his cock almost out before shoving it back. Megumi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, “Like that. Fuck me like that and don’t stop~”

The hero’s dick drooled between the two of them and it took all of Yuji’s power to not pump it again. The best friend’s hands focused on Megumi’s puffy chest, twisting and flicking his nipples so much he swore milk would come out soon. All Yuji could hear was the wet noises his cock made in Megumi’s hole. It thrusted into the raven messily, as arosal dripped out of the enterance. “Does that feel good?” Yuji huffed with a grin.

Megumi could only acknowledge by rolling out his tongue and panting like a dumb dog in heat. Until his cum shot out on his chest. The look of pure ecstasy on Megumi’s face had Yuji cumming instantly. The cum leaked from the raven’s hole as Itadori’s cock left him, painting a picture Yuji will revisit later.

“We need to do it again.” The pink haired man whispered, placing a kiss on Megumi’s forehead.

“I want you to be filled with my cum, Megumi.”

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Evergreen Part 2

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Warning ❈° ≫ same as part 1 but with overstimulation and spanking. Fingering too.

Note ❈° ≫ Thank you for all the support so far!

Part 1

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A shiver ran through your skin with his words, but you tried to keep your composure. With teeth tugging at your lip, you nodded. While looking down, you rose from his lap slightly to lean forward. You pulled at the small key tucked into the side of your waist band while Sukuna stares with greed.

The curves of your body all the way through the small blotches of heat on your skin, your own figure held him captive. He was restrained by his own lust, it’s been too long. Too long for him and too long for you. His erection was both apparent to you and him, yet neither of you wanted to acknowledge the need you both had for one another.

Sweet perfume graced him, filling his head with the thought of strawberries. He breathed in again once you leaned forward, your body stacked against him, your chest trapped with his. Every touch you made on his skin made the hairs on his neck stand with excitement. If only you knew what you did to him. “Don’t, Sweetheart.” You stopped in your tracks, eyes slightly widened and head pushed back.

Smirking, Sukuna purred his next words. “Ride me.” Seeing your eyes widen further from the statement, made heat swell in the prisoners chest. He propped himself forward, almost making your noses’ touch before engulfing your lips. The spicy taste of mint flooded your tastebuds. Your hands on him faltered, falling on his shoulders with a tight grip.

You whined in the kiss in embarrassment before he let go. Small pants left your lips, your tongue peeking from your pretty lips. Sukuna traced down your body, his eyes stopping at your plush thighs. He leaned forward again, this time putting his lips on your neck. His lips played with the skin, sucking and biting the flesh slowly. The prisoner planted a few kisses on the area when he saw the marks of a hickey forming. “What are you waiting for? Don’t make me repeat myself, Sweetheart.”

The prisoner kissed the middle of your neck, feeling you swallow beneath his tongue. The grip on his shoulders lessened as you stood up. Sukuna watched with hunger as you bent down between his legs to help free his erection. He hummed in satisfaction, watching your ass strain against the lace of your panties, your boobs spilling as you leaned forward. Your eyes watched as precum oozed from the pink tip, your own lips tearing into a smirk. The prisoners stare caught yours as he watched you press your thumb flat on the slit, lightly swiping away the fluid before pressing it on the tip of your tongue.

Sukuna let out a faint scoff, “don’t make me wait detective.” When back on your feet, you took off your panties, watching as the prisoner licked his lips at the sight of your needy cunt. “It’s been too long.” He mumbled under his breath as your legs trapped his.

Your hand found his shoulder, as your face stood inches from his, but his eyes weren’t in your’s. Your cunt drooled from him, he could almost feel it clenching from here. One of your hands left his shoulder to grip the base, making Sukuna hiss as you guided his cock to your pussy. Feeling the heat of your arousal suck him in felt like ecstasy. “You’re already clenching around me and I just put the tip in. What a needy girl you are.” Sukuna groaned in the shell of your ear. The sweet smell of Evergreen mint taunting you once again.

It took all his will power to not slam his hips into you as he enjoyed the fucked out look on your face. Teeth tore on your lip as his eyes squeezed shut. You sunk down lower, whining at the size of his cock and the way it stretched your walls. His precum drizzled down his cock, mixing in with your arousal. “Fuck, Sukuna.” You moaned when he was fully inside you.

“There you go, even after all this time you still take me so well.” Sukuna huffed as his lips met yours. This time, he didn’t have to force himself inside, your mouth gladly opened to house him. Moaning at the way his tongue slid across yours or how his invade your mouth. He sucked on the tip of your tongue, pulling slightly before letting go. His lips continued to ghost around your neck, nibbling your collar bone.

“Bounce on me, ride me until you can’t anymore. I want to see your legs shake as you try to make me cum, so hurry up, Sweetheart.” Sukuna uttered into your skin. “Also, take off your bra, I want to see all of you.”

Shakily, your hands left him again to unzip the fabric. Sukuna watched shamelessly as your boobs fell out of the cups, seeing them bounce and press close to his face. “Yes, Sukuna.” You whispered with embarrassment creeping in. Though, right now you weren’t focused on that.

You rose at a slow rate until the tip of his cock pressed against your pussy before slamming back down. The sudden sensation made your head roll back as Sukuna bit the trace of your collar bone. Your continued this motion, bouncing on his cock as Sukuna watched you with lust. He loved seeing his cock enter you, how you left his tip angry and red, how your gummy walls wrapped around him harshly.

You came so quickly, you blamed it on the fact you haven’t had him in forever, but that didn’t make him

stop. “Keep going pretty girl, make me cum inside of you. Show me how much you want it.” Tears started to prickle your eyes from the overstimulation. Your cunt hitting the base of his cock as the impact on your clit made your legs shake.

Sukuna took his time to begin sucking on your breasts. Taking one in his mouth and nibbling a round the nipple. He pulled the bud with his teeth, watching your back arch. He’d only stop once it was raw and glistening before abusing the next one. He left hickeys on top, underneath, wherever. A surprised gasp came from your lips when you felt hands grab at your ass. “S-Sukuna, when did yo-u-“ your voice cut off into a moan as the prisoners slapped the fat of your ass. He grabbed the flesh as if he owned it, rubbing the area at which he hit.

“There you go, keep making those sounds.” He purred while his other hands trapped your waist, his nails digging into your skin. Another slap to your ass had you trembling, until you came again. “That’s twice now, Sweetheart. Let’s make it a third shall we.”

The warmth of Sukuna’s fingers traced down from your hip to the tip of your clit. You continued to bounce on his cock, your voice breaking into moans when he started to rub circles around your clit. Sukuna felt the way you swallowed his erection with greed. It made him more turned on then ever, he couldn’t take it anymore, slamming his hips up to meet yours as you fucked yourself out.

You were full, more then full yet greedy. “Fuck, S-Sukuna!” You whined as the pace on your clit increased.

“Don’t you want me to cum inside of you, detective? Isn’t that why you wore the panties I bought you, the bra I paid for?” Sukuna growled before spanking you again.

“Y-Yes Sukuna! Please!” You cried until you felt a surge of cum fill you. You continued bouncing until your third orgasm hit, making you ride out your high and collapse on his chest. Sukuna lifted your hips and watched with pride as his semen oozed out of your cunt, as if claiming you.

“See, was that so hard, Sweetheart.”

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My masterlist ↷

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Jujutsu Kaisen

Just a Kiss 1 (Choso)

Just a Kiss 2 (Choso)

Lier (Gojo)

Something new (Geto)

Two for two (Yuji

Evergreen (Sukuna)

Evergreen 2 (Sukuna)

Your fault (Nanami and Gojo)

Owe me (Gojo and Geto)

What thing (Yuji)

Guilty (Choso)

I’m sorry (Yuta)

Trigun

Stuff

From FF on AO3

Obstacle (Gojo)

Mobile Legends

What if (Yin)

Unexpected (Gusion)

Give in (GusionxMoskovxYou)

Random Headcannons

Pussy drunk Yuji

Character x Character

Greater Good (Yuji x Megumi) JJK

Random fluff

Series?

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Give in

Notes: My b, died for a bit :p

Warning: Threesome, face riding, masturbating (Male R), teasing? Idk

How much does it take for them to surrender? Your hands caressed both their cheeks, lining their jaw with your index before allowing their heads to fall. Each word that came from your lips held their attention. “Are you still ok with this little game?”

Your eyes lingered on each separately, one stared at you with a flushed face and hooded eyes. His hazel hair was neatly done, his hands cuffed behind his back as he shook his leg eagerly. The crimson on his cheeks dripped down his neck, exposing the secret enjoyment he felt in such a situation. Unlike his normal outfits, the one he had on was simple, easy to take off. “Are you, Gusion?” The brunette nodded feverishly, struggling to not hide his anxiousness.

With a sweet smile, you turned your head to your other partner. His long dark locks framing his ebony skin. It was a rich yet pure color. Sadly, that flawless skin was cursed with a scar across it. Engraved from years ago, it stained the man. His lips, full and reddened, they tugged into a small smirk. “If this is what you want.” He answered in a cocky manner. He was under the impression that you’d be easy on him, or that you can’t go through with the deal they made. The three of you made a bet that you couldn’t take control, or at least not well.

Gusion, always eager to please, was your first on the list. The two men sat side by side, both awaiting the first command. “Gusion my dear, would you like me to touch you?” The question obviously had a sort of caveat, however the brunette didn’t care. Being restrained made his skin burn, his face a light pink. It was beginning to drive him insane. He nodded a few times, failing to keep his excitement at bay.

You took a seat on the edge of your bed, your legs crossed after adjusting the waist line of your favorite panties. The matching set has seem better days, yet drives your men crazy.

A thought ran in your mind seeing Moskov look up and down at you with lust glowing from his crimson stare. At first, you were going to tease Gusion the way you always had, however, today will be different. “My dear.” You cooed, getting the brunette’s immediate attention. “Lay down for me.” The command was heard loud and clear. With his hands cuffed he crawled forward. He laid by his back in front of the bed, his hands over his head.

He couldn’t help how his eyes traced over the curve of your ass as you stood above him. Realization settled in his mind, watching your delicate fingers pull on the sides of your panties, slipping off the fabric before tossing it in Moskov’s direction. The raven’s eyes lingered on the stained cloth, the wet stain prominent and distracting.

In a taunting manner, your hips lowered onto Gusion’s face, your thighs planted on each side. Your hands squeezed his hips as your cunt dripped over his face. It hovered, taunted him as your stare clashed with Moskov’s. The man’s hands were still confined in their cuffs, his legs crossed as he adjusted his lap slightly.

“Please…” Gusion uttered as his tongue peaked from his lips. He wanted it, your cunt on his tongue, using his face to give yourself undeniable pleasure. The thought made his body twitch, making a tent form in his pants. Softly, your hands rubbed up and down his hips. “Do you want to be a good boy, Gusion?”

You could feel Gusion’s cheeks rub against your thigh as he feverishly nodded. “Please, Mommy. Let me be your good boy-“ The wealthy man was cut off in a heart beat. His tongue pressed against your cunt sinfully, his saliva mixing with your arousal as he began to make small circles. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly as you sat completely still.

Twitching, Gusion’s legs began to shift uncomfortably as his tongue worked on your pussy. He enjoyed every second of it, hearing your small moans and groans as he licked every inch of your cunt. Muffled, his pleasure could be heard and felt on your folds. With your gaze shifting from the lustful stare of Moskov, one of your hands fell on Gusion’s thigh, making its way to the bulge in his pants. Your gazed flicked back up to the raven, his chest and shoulders tensed as he watched every move you made.

One finger was all it took to have Gusion buckling under your lower lips. Your thumb pressed on the bulge softly before running down it at a slow rate. “Does my good boy feel that good eating out Mommy?” Once again you could feel Gusion nod, his tongue moving up and down over and over. It bumped your clit, making you stifle a moan.

“If only Moskov was a good boy, he’d get this kind of treatment too.” The raven’s back straighten from the words, his eyes wide as a bit of crimson adds to his ebony skin. So pretty, yet so dangerous. “Do you want to be Mommy’s good boy, Moskov?” Your words echoed in the air, complimented by the stifled noises from Gusion’s lips. He kept working on your cunt, while the raven remained speechless.

“Come here, baby.” You called, your finger gesturing him closer between Gusion’s legs. Something about seeing the raven struggle to crawl towards you, made you smirk. His lips pursed together before turning into a frown, “You know how I feel about pet names…” Moskov trailed off, scarlet lightening on his cheeks.

A chuckle came from your lips as your palm placed flat on Gusion’s trapped erection. His moan broke through your cunt as you cupped him. A faint trace of your body heat lingered on his bulge, but it was more then enough to have him whining. “Put your hand on mine, baby.” You urged as you begin to rock your body back and forth. Your hand grinded up and down Gusion’s throbbing cock while your hips began to rock on his tongue.

With hesitation, the raven put his hand over yours, adding pressure to Gusion’s aching cock. “Fuck.” Gusion hissed, his tongue starting to probe inside of you. He needed more, he wanted to taste you and be touch… touched by

His head began to spin the longer his cock was played with. He wanted more, he wanted… he needed… “Mommy… can Moskov please touch me…” the brunette begged, his hips jetting back and forth to meet the hands of his lovers’.

You leered at the request, watching Moskov’s eyes narrow on the throb of Gusion’s cock beneath him. “What was that, my dear?” You teased again, pressing down on the bulge.

It was so cute watching Gusion stutter under your clit. “C-Can Moskov touch my cock Mommy?” The brunette cried before slamming his tongue back inside you, going deeper then before. You couldn’t help but hump Gusion’s face, matching his eagerness as your hand left his pants. Shakily, Moskov’s hands tugged and pulled on Gusion’s pants until his cock sprung free.

“Good boys.”

Your words echoed in Moskov’s mind as his finger traced the precum dripping from Gusion’s cock. He slowly pumped him, bringing his rough hands up and down the scorching skin. With each thrust he could feel the veins on Gusion’s erection, his flesh sticky from how much the brunette oozed all over him. “You’re so needy.” Moskov commented, his eyes lazy and cheeks reddened. His other hand gripped Gusion’s thigh, squeezing the skin as he watched you ride his face.

An apology brushed your cunt from Gusion’s lips, he was too sensitive to mouth the words properly, too horny to care. You knew he wouldn’t last long and neither would you from how his tongue moved inside of you. Each time he went inside, he’d try to taste more, greedy for your juices.

“Do you want to be my good boy, Moskov? Give in.” You demanded, eyeing the erection raging in his pants. Humping Gusion’s face, your chest rested on his abdomen. Before your face was the cock Moskov was pumping desperately. What a filthy sight.

You reached out your hand between Moskov’s legs. “Are you a good boy Moskov? Hump Mommy’s hand.” The demand didn’t go unheard. As you cupped the raven’s erection, his body reacted on its own. His hips met your palm roughly. He desperately pushed into your hand, so much so that the tip of his cock poked out from his pants. “I want to be Mommy’s good boy.” Moskov cried out as his precum oozed from his reddish tip. He looked so pretty, sweat beading down his neck as his bangs stuck to his forehead. Teeth tore into his plump lips as he rode your hand the best he could.

The tongue inside of you devoured your dripping cunt. The juice making a mess of the brunettes face and chest. Crimson stained his skin, his hand clenching the fat of your ass and thighs.

“What good boys, giving into Mommy’s desires.”