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Hey pookie saw you were looking for recommendations❤️

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[yolelejiju]

Can you guys recommend some good noncon/dubcon fics?

[yolelejiju]

hunger, sukuna.

sukuna x reader (fem) wc ! 3.3k / ao3 cw ! noncon / dubcon, breaking in, pet names, choking, spanking, spitting, daddy kink, fingering, forced orgasm, rough sex er ig, cervix kissing, one threat of breeding, squirting, watersports, creampie, sukuna is a piece of shit note ! where da real freaks at, the closest thing of incest you get from me is incest adjacent (ie: daddy kink), sorry for any errors, if i repeated myself i’m sawry, spite fic btw

something’s wrong. you can feel it.

it’s dark in your apartment, the only source of light being the moon filtering in through the balcony blinds. it lights up spots here and there, odd shadows dancing around the room.

every hair on your body stands on end as you slowly scan the surrounding area with your eyes, too afraid to move. it feels like every one of your senses has been heightened, putting you on edge.

then you hear it, that deep chuckle coming from your hallway. he walks in with an easy stride, stopping just close enough for you to see him in the dim lighting. suddenly, your heart hammers so hard inside your chest you can hear it in your ears.

he leans against the wall, arms folding over his chest like a normal guest inside your apartment, so casual, but you both know he’s anything but.

you both say nothing for a moment, gazes locked onto each other’s as if you’re having some sort of stand off, and you swear you could hear a pin drop with how tense and quiet it’s become. 

“what are you doing here? how did you get in?”

“thought you would’ve locked up better after last time, kitten.” he purrs, pushing off the wall with ease, rolling his shoulders back as he slowly begins approaching you. the floor groans beneath his heavy steps, a sense of dread washing over you.

saliva pools in your mouth, the urge to vomit crawls up the back of your throat with urgency. and you have to swallow down around nothing to get rid of that sick, sick feeling.

“how—you shouldn’t be here.”

he grins predatorily, teeth on display as he gets closer. you nearly trip over nothing when you back up, hand reaching out to steady yourself. you’re afraid of turning your back on him, afraid of how he’d pounce the moment you did so.

“what’s wrong, princess? not happy to see me?” he’s wearing a frown now, but you know he doesn’t mean it, not with the way his eyes glint with ill intent.

thoughts of that first encounter with him, the only encounter with him, make you shudder.

but his words earlier—“thought you would’ve locked up better after last time”—what is he talking about?

from the corner of your eye, you make out a mug you had sitting on an end table. he’s blocking the way to the exit, and you knew if you tried to make it to the balcony, then he’d catch you before you even had a chance. plus, what would you even do once you got there?

but you could run for the kitchen, whether he grabs you or not, you could reach a weapon in time. something to defend yourself with.

when he gets close enough, you a reach for the mug, throwing it at him, not with the intent to hit him but to distract him long enough to make your move.

and with that split second, you run.

bare feet skid across the floor, catching the edge of the area rug you had laid out on the living room floor. your breath hitches, and you nearly choke on your spit when you hear his thundering footsteps behind you.

you swear you can see the wooden knife block behind your eyelids every time you blink. it’s on the left hand side of the counter, pushed towards the back. not every knife is in there, some shoved into some drawers somewhere, but you always kept the chef’s knife there. that’s what you’re aiming for.

you’re there. right there.

but then your shirt jerks you back, catching on the corner of the table. no, not the table—it’s fingers. long thick fingers twist into the fabric, yanking you back til you’re slamming into a wall of hard muscle.

“nice try, princess.”

you nearly black out when your head hits the table, vision blurring and unfocusing for a second. he’s got you bent over, one arm wrenched behind your back before you can even register what’s happening. then a heavy hand falls down on your backside, causing your whole body to jerk, hand scrambling against the flat tabletop.

he’s spanking you again, the skin rising before he’s shoving your panties down til they pool around your feet. then he’s pushing your hand higher up your back, bringing your sleep tee with it, exposing your flesh to his wandering hand.

“you know,” he begins, fingers splaying across your back, and you instinctively arch away from him, pressing yourself as close against the table as possible. “after that first night, i couldn’t stop thinking about how soft you were.”

you shudder in disgust when his hand slides lower, sliding over the curve of your ass then dipping between your legs.

there’s an intense burning in your jaw, the taste of blood filling your mouth makes you think you bit your tongue when he slammed you against the table. and you’re too out of it to notice when he let go of your arm, using his free hand to grab one of your ass cheeks and spreading it wide, both your holes on display for him.

“fuck, i missed this,” he growls, spreading both cheeks apart now, you hear it before you feel, the wet sound of him spitting. it hangs for a moment, before snapping and dripping messily over your holes. then he lifts his thumb to his mouth, gives it a quick lick, and presses it against your clit.

“s-stop—” you slur, eyes blinking rapidly as if trying to clear the fog in your head.

“not a chance, sweetheart, but maybe if you ask daddy nicely, i won’t go so hard on you.”

there it is, that word.

daddy.

when you first met him, you were too drunk to really be aware of anything, only remembering his name at the time. all you knew was that you needed a good fuck to get over your ex. so you were willing to say anything if it meant you’d get what you wanted.

“i’m not—i won’t,” you spit out, blood filling the cracks on your lips.

he tuts, beginning to rub harsh circles against you clit, and your thighs tense, breath catching in your throat. “why do you have to be so difficult? be good for me.”

your lip curls in disgust, refusing to give in. that is, until he’s leaning over you, chest flush against your back. his lips drag along the shell of your ear, breath a soft tickle.

“either you say it, or i fuck you with no prep.”

and that has you shuddering, eyes rolling under their lids as you clench them shut. “i—please, be gentle, daddy. g-god, please.”

he groans—something deep, primal—almost like a purr, and you can feel it vibrate through your back.

“that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he says as he stands back to full height. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, feel just how much larger he is standing behind you.

he’s gripping your ass with both hands again, squeezing and kneading, thick fingers digging into your flesh. you know there’d be bruising tomorrow in the shape of his fingers to match the welts raised on your flesh.

“maybe i should fuck you here this time,” he says more to himself than to you, the corner of his mouth lifting.

“n-no, please, not there—” he’d split you in two even with proper prep, he’d break you. “daddy please not there.”

“i should give you what you want then, right?” and his hands are releasing you to settle on your hips. “since you said it so nicely.”

you’re nodding your head to the best of your ability, teeth sinking into your lower lip. you pray he’ll have mercy on you. you’d let him fuck you as much as you want, just not there. “please daddy.”

and he grins, fingers dipping between your folds again, dipping into the small bit of arousal and dragging it down to your clit. “i’ll be gentle,” he tells you, rubbing softly circles against your clit, causing your thighs to shake. “for now.”

his movements are slow, and careful. it makes you sick. how he’s so gentle with you, knowing he has no intention of being like this when he fucks you with his cock. if makes you shudder, and he takes this as a sign to go further, one thick digit prodding at your entrance.

you tense when it slips inside, pushing into the third knuckle. your walls instinctively clench around his finger, drawing it in further. then he’s building a steady pace, finger pushing and pulling with a squelch that makes your ears ring.

he teases a second while he grabs at your ass, spreading you wider so he can watch the way he fucks you with his fingers—watch how your hole twitches and spasms around each digit.

“doing so good, sweetheart.” your lips twist, you’re getting tired of the pet names, it makes your stomach churn—him talking to you as if you’re just a couple being intimate.

you can feel that heat building within you, and you panic. you’d rather he not make you cum, instead just use your body to get off so he can leave you to repair the broken pieces of yourself.

“s-stop—”

he notices the frantic trembling of your body, and he eases his fingers out only to tease your entrance with the careful prodding of three of them this time, and your body clenches up. “what? don’t you want to cum?”

“n-no, please don’t—just fuck me already. get it over with.” and you think for just one moment that he’s going to listen when you no longer feel the heat of his fingers against your core, but then he’s shoving all three in one brutal sweep, forcing the air from your lungs.

he’s got his free hand on your lower back, keeping you in place as his fingers plunge and curl inside of you, repeatedly stroking that one spot that has your thighs twitching, muscles jumping as he forces your body to endure the pleasure.

“w-wait—god, i’m—” you choke on a moan, cunt clenching around his fingers as your lashes flutter, eyes coming in and out of focus. your cunt spasms around his fingers as if attempting to milk them, desperate for something thicker, as much as your mind tried to deny it. he continues pumping his fingers, your cum coating the digits, the lewd sound of your cum—thick and sticky—echoing in your ears.

you barely register him pulling his fingers free, slipping them into his mouth as his free hand deftly undoes his belt, the sound of the zipper hissing open drawing your attention.

“wait—i need a minute—!” but he ignores you, shoving his pants and boxers down. you get a few seconds of him swiping his cock through your folds before he’s plunging inside in one easy drive of his hips.

you blink rapidly, trying to regulate your breathing, but he’s wrapping one arm around your waist, yanking you back against his cock.

then he slips his other arm beneath your chin, forearm against your throat, a noise of surprise leaving you before he’s hauling you upright, back arched sharply..

he sets an intense pace, not giving you time to catch your breath as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. his hips slam against your backside, cock repeatedly stroking that one spot that has you creaming on his length, eyes rolling desperately. 

“sukuna—!” you gasp, and then he's choking you harder, arm tightening around your neck as he slams into you like he’s angry. that’s when you realize that you fucked up, and you’re frantically slapping at his arm, desperate to get him to let up as your vision turns spotty.

he seems to be aware that you’ve realized your mistake, his grip around your throat loosening just enough to allow you to breathe.

“what do we say?”

“‘m sorry, d-daddy,” and you swear you can feel his cock throb harder inside of you, his hips grinding against your ass, and the ache blooming low in your belly makes you want to vomit.

“that’s it, good girl.” the name does something to you for some reason, you find yourself clawing at his arm, nails leaving red lines along the flesh. he hisses from the pain, panting roughly against your ear. “you’re enjoying this.”

“no—” and you’d shake your head if he didn’t have you by the throat.

the sound of skin slapping on skin is obscenely loud, his cock repeatedly parting your folds with a lewd squelch, and all the noises make your eyes roll. your hands grip his arm, an attempt at grounding yourself as he ruins your insides. it’s too much, you can feel your arousal dripping between your legs and his cock, thick strings snapping and forming a small spot on the flooring.

“god,” sukuna groans, arm tightening around your neck once more, forcing your neck to arch further. and you’re looking up at him, eyes hazy, focused on the way his cock stokes the fire burning in your belly. “taking daddy so well, you know that?”

and it has your jaw slack, panting breaths leaving you, eyes rolling so hard it causes your head to ache. it disgusts you, the way he has you falling apart on his cock. the way you can feel your juices drench your inner thighs due to his actions, the small burst of juices running down your legs. it makes tears fill your eyes—fat and heavy, weighing down your lashes as they build up along your waterline.

sukuna swears when he notices, arms keeping you pinned to him, hips taking on a punishing pace, and he’s forcing his length deeper inside of you, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each forceful thrust, causing your whole body to jerk and tremble in his hold.

the dam breaks, tears streaming down your face, the pain blooming in your belly becoming unbearable the longer he fucks you like this. yet you can’t do anything but take it, body seizing up as he ruins your insides, not caring for your pain or discomfort. instead he focuses on the pleasure your body brings to him.

“cryin’ for daddy?” he punctuates his question with a sharp, powerful thrust, and you swear you can feel him in your guts. he hisses, stopping to stir his cock against the deepest part of your cunt, hips flushed to your ass. “answer me.”

“y-yes daddy, ah—” and you can’t believe your body is reacting like this, desperate to milk his cock as he batters your cervix.

then your world is turning, sucking in a lungful of air when he releases you only to lose it again when he pushes your face back against the table. your arms stretch out on either side, gripping the edges.

his hands are back on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock. “fuck yourself on me,” he demands, guiding you til your ass is bouncing off his hips, moving with a mind of their own.

“daddy, daddy, yes, ah—daddy. . .” you gasp, chanting breathily, moans catching between each word. you don’t even hear yourself, and you’re hoping it’s instinct and not your body wanting this. the thought has you involuntarily clenching down around his cock, though, your cunt trying desperately to milk him.

and then your arms are moving, stretching out across the table, fingers curling into the wood as you fuck yourself on his cock. and he’s gripping and groping every bit of flesh he can get his hands on, his slowly rolling to meet you halfway, and you whine when he’s hitting in deep again. it makes your hips stutter, jerking as if trying to get away from thrusts.

he’s having none of it, though, his hands settling on your hips once more as he begins rocking into you heavily, the thick drag of his cock forcing you to spread your legs wider. and when his cock repeatedly brutalizes your cervix—you lose control.

heat rushes between your legs, hot and heavy as the first gush of piss—helpless and uncontrollable—spills forth. it runs down your legs, and your body convulses, mouth dropping as humiliation burns deep within your core.

sukuna groans at the sight, gripping one of your thighs to lift your leg against the table, further embarrassing you as you piss yourself uncontrollably. “pissin’ for daddy now?”

and all you can do is sob while he fucks you through it forcing gush after gush of piss from between your thighs, splattering against the floor in a lewd display.

“d-daddy,” you sniffle, reaching blindly behind you in an attempt to push at his hips, trying to stop his intense thrusts. he just grabs your wrist, pinning your arm against your lower back.

you shudder when you finally stop pissing yourself. there’s an odd sense of relief that washes over you, body going lax and limp against the table, a fog entering your brain as you stare blankly at the counter across from you. you’re unaware that you’ve slipped two fingers in your mouth, sucking on the digits to ground yourself.

sukuna notices this, releasing your hand to lean over your back, his hips slowing to an easy drag of his cock. his nose brushes your cheek, lips trailing over your skin, across your clothed shoulder, parting to whisper soft words. “is daddy’s girl feeling good?”

you can’t say anything, but your mouth parts, heavy, stuttering breaths leaving you. sukuna keeps going, whispered words against your ear, soft murmurs of “daddy’s good girl,” “you’re doing so well,” and “daddy wants you to cum”.

it makes your cunt clench desperately around his cock, and he takes this as a sign to lean back, hands smoothing down your back as he picks up pace once more. his hips drive forward, the edge of the table digging into you with each punishing thrust. and you’re panting now, brain finally starting to come back into focus, the feeling in your stomach building to an unbearable peak.

you don’t even realize you’re cumming til your body seizes up, light flashes behind your eyelids as you clench your eyes shut—cunt gripping him so tight, as if desperate for his release as more slick gushes from between your legs, trickling down to join the puddle of piss on the floor.

sukuna’s groaning, hand on the back of your neck as he thrusts in you with brutal precision, his cock bullying your insides, turning them into mush. it’s filthy, arousal clinging to his cock, your creamy essence leaving a white ring around the base of his length. “gonna cum inside this pussy. maybe give you daddy’s baby.”

and you don’t register his words until it’s too late, his cock pushing into the hilt as he erupts. it’s warm and thick, filling your insides in heavy spurts, painting your walls white.

a deep growl erupts from his chest as his hips give a final thrust, cock pulsing where it’s nestled inside of you.

“no—” you choke out, body shuddering as his release settles within you. your leg trembles where it rests on the table, and he smooths a hand across your thigh before slowly lowering it back down. it makes you sob. the way he’s playing pretend. like he’s always this gentle with you.

“you did so good for me.” he murmurs, the sickeningly sweet sound of his voice makes you recoil, trying to inch yourself away from him. he tuts, grabbing your hips, keeping you speared on his cock. “what do you say?”

and you sob harder, fingers slipping from your mouth, lips trembling. “thank you, daddy.”

[yolelejiju]

Nightingale (pt. 4)

Read pt. 3

CW: stepcest, noncon, partial p in v, choking/breathplay, dacryphilia, namecalling (sweetheart, cockslut, etc.), degradation, dirty talking, sadism, cock worship, blowjob, throat/facefucking, cumplay (?), lmk if i missed anything else

WC: 3.5k

a/n: please! pay attention to the warnings! i'm gonna proofread this tmr so excuse any mistakes... also i think this miniseries will have one more part as the last one

“I’ll make it up to you.”

You hate those stupid words that he’d uttered because now you can’t get them out of your head.

With bated breaths and timid glances you sneak at him you wait patiently, wondering if he really meant what he said.

Those stupid words that kept you yearning in a way that was unfamiliar to you- if not to feel his tongue or his touch again then that damned toy he’d used on you.

The orgasm it gave you kept you up for nights, only heightened when you thought of him using it on you.

But Sukuna had been working long hours lately, and you had no idea how to even bring this up to him- as if you would, even if you knew how.

Amidst your thoughts being infected with him, you somehow didn’t feel the want to go on anymore dates. You gave excuses- that you were busy with schoolwork or that your parents were strict, because the truth was gross.

You wanted your perverted stepbrother to fuck you, use you, make you feel good in ways that had you questioning your sanity. That he’s tainted you till the point you get wet when he calls you his little sister.

These days disgust and discomfort are hard to differentiate from want and dark desires.

Still, you wondered if something had shifted in your dynamic with him since that night. He seemed a bit less antagonistic these days the few times you saw him, still teasing and taunting but in a more playful manner, and you felt yourself easing up with his presence, like you weren’t a stranger in your own home whenever he was around.

Any amiability came to a stand still not even a week later, when the situation regarding your finances came up.

Maybe it partially arose from the fact the Mr. Itadori had stepped up in his paternal role, happily offering to pay for your expenses including your college tuition. It was no secret that he was smitten with you, maybe because having a daughter was a nice change after raising two sons his whole life.

Even this would still be fine if he didn’t make Sukuna - the only other earning man in the household - pay for your expenses as well.

You insisted otherwise but Mr. Itadori was set on making his older show up for you, perhaps thinking this would show him how to act or how to be a real brother to you.

And that’s how you arrived with Sukuna having to pay your credit card bill, which clearly pissed him off to no end.

“Seventy-eight thousand yen?! Are you fucking serious?”

You stood awkwardly in the doorway of Yuuji and Sukuna’s shared room, feeling guilty enough as it was going up to him and asking him if he could pay your bill since Mr. Itadori told you to go to him for it.

Honestly, you’d try to postpone this meeting for as long as you could but your bill was due very soon.

“It was over the course of one whole month, okay?” You reply defensively, thinking you’d actually done a decent enough job budgeting this month.

Sukuna’s lip curls in irritation as he looks up from the statement to glare at you. “You don’t fucking get it do you? Spoiled fucking brat, you’ve just had everything handed to you your whole life.”

His words sting, like they always do. You’re tired of hearing this same tirade from him over and over again- and to act like he knows you or whatever the hell your life was like?

It grates your nerves.

“Don’t act like I’m the problem just because you’re miserable.” You finally spit back.

“You are the fucking problem, you just enter our fucking lives and start leeching off of us.” He seethes, creases etched into his face that’s twisted in anger. “Getting coddled like you’re a damn toddler while the rest of us actually have to work.”

“I’m a full time student, you know this!” You step closer, done bowing your head and putting up with his bullshit. “And you have no right to act like you’re a fucking saint just because you have a job, after all the things you’ve done to me.”

You despise the way your voice breaks just a bit after you hiss out the last part, the way his expression contorts with something mocking, condescending.

He scoffs. “Done to you, huh? You keep playing this card like you don’t fucking love it,” He leans closer, “Like you don’t fall apart under my touch as if it’s the only good thing that’s ever happened to you. I bet you even fuck yourself on your fingers at night pretending they’re mine, don’t you?”

Sukuna watches you try to hold yourself together and keep your composure as you stubbornly deny him what both of you know is the truth, acutely aware of how close he was and that glint in his eyes. “I don’t. You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“Sweetheart, you’d probably get on the floor and do it in front of me right now if I asked you to.” He smirks. “If I promised you I’d make you feel so good, if you did. You don’t have nearly as much shame as you pretend to.”

You push down the lump in your throat, fingers curling inwards and unfurling again as you’re rudely reminded of the situation you’d been dealing with this whole fucking week, how even now your craving mind wonders if this is an offer.

“Make me feel good….how?” You murmur under your breath, heat seeping through your body and across your cheeks as you look down and away from his face and towards the long fingers that were pumping inside you.

You’re ridiculously horny for him.

He laughs, a callous sound that rips through and yanks you out of your stupor.

“God, you were really fuckin’ gonna do it, weren’t you? Pathetic bitch.” He sneers.

Tears of resentment, anger, and humiliation prick at your eyes and before they have a chance to fall your hand is suddenly flying through the air and slapping him squarely across the face.

“Fuck you, fuck, I wish you’d never entered my fucking life!” You yell, hating how your hit seemingly does nothing to him, or that sleazy grin on his face. “No wonder your mom left, it was probably because of you, her fucked up shit-show of a son.”

Whatever mirth lingered on his expression quickly disappears as his face hardens.

You know you’ve crossed a line, even before he stands at his full height reminding you of just how much bigger and stronger he was then you.

You’re still angry and honestly it felt good spewing that venom at him, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling something new right now like cold water in your veins.

It turns icier when he smiles again, the kind of smile that signals you should leave now.

“Maybe you’re right. Wanna see how much of a ‘fucked up shit show of a son’ she gave birth to?” He prowls closer, agonizingly slow as you continue to back further and further away until you’re near his door.

You really shouldn’t have gotten yourself into this situation while the only other person at home was Mr. Itadori who was contentedly asleep in the living room sofa while the tv plays loudly in the background.

Finally you swivel around, though you know it’s pointless.

You’ve played this game before- Sukuna will always be bigger, stronger, faster.

And just like that he’s in front of you, shoving you away from the door as a condemning click tells you there’s no getting out of this now.

It alarms you, enough that you’re leaping across the small expanse of the room, though you know it won’t do anything, confirmed by a tight grasp around your wrist before you’re shoved face first into the dark covers of his single bed.

It all happens so fast, you feel the immovable weight of him above you as you struggle uselessly and panicked tears are wet on your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sukuna, I didn’t mean it—”

His hand is around your throat in an instant, pressing the air out of your words as he pushes your head back till your neck is straining. “Shut up, just shut the fuck up. You had it fucking coming.”

You stop trying to fight back, with both wrists held together behind your back in just one of his hands and another that could choke you out at any time, you were only just wasting your energy.

He leans in, breath hot and humid as it ghosts across your ear. “I really held out on this, you know. But you’ve pushed your luck too far this time…”

A sickly feeling curdles in your gut when he shifts so you can feel the hardness in his pants, rubbing along the curve of your ass. “So let me show you what a mean older brother I can be.”

Your breath turns shaky as you feel him undo his pants, shifting around to free his erection before crudely yanking your own bottoms and panties down, just enough that you can feel air brush against your exposed ass and cunt. “No, no, no, I’m not ready Sukuna, please you c-cant,”

His fingers tighten back up around your trachea, the uncomfortable pressure and your anxiety letting only a scant amount of oxygen to make it to your lungs.

“I can, and I will. Besides, you were ready that night, huh? Just to lose it to some random guy you barely even knew, if it came to it.”

You feel it then, the hot and leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your pussy. You try to swallow but you can’t. You want to yell, say something, anything, but not a single word can make its way up your squeezed throat.

“Oh fuck, you’re wet.” He chuckles lightly, exhaling audibly as his cock slides further into your lubricated folds, sliding it back and forth in your slick. “You like this or something? Is this turning you on? God, you might just be as ‘fucked up’ as me…”

His grip loosens slightly on your throat, allowing you with some much needed air as you find yourself getting even more worked up, despite the fear and bitterness that boiled in you.

Your stomach tightens when you feel him stop his movements to prod his tip against your entrance. “St-stop Sukuna, I won’t be able to take it,” You whisper as fresh tears fall, “You’ll tear me up.”

“Just take a deep breath.” He says flatly, not a hint of concern in his voice. “Or don’t, I don’t really care either way.”

He presses himself further into you, and you can already feel the pain gathering as he’s barely even inserted himself.

“No-”

Your cry of protest turns into a wincing gasp as he pushes himself further into you, just the tip of him forcing its way past your entrance.

“Oh shit, you’re tight,” He groans.

It hurts. A painful burn that felt like you were being ripped open as he tries to inch himself deeper into you.

Your body’s tensed in pain, breath labored while you let out feeble whimpers as tears stream and stream, trying to just get through it, remembering how you were always told that there would be pleasure after the initial pain.

Even if it doesn’t seem like this pain would ever be worth it.

He can’t honestly be more than an inch in, but you feel him stop moving.

He’s looking at you.

A second passes before he sighs. “Fuck.”

And with that there’s another sudden burst of pain before it’s gone all together and you realize he’s pulled himself out of you.

His hand leaves your throat, relief flooding your veins when you feel his weight lift off you.

As soon as you can, you quickly turn over, harshly pulling your own pants up to see he’s already tucked himself back in as well.

You scoot farther away from him on his bed until your back is to the wall.

He’s looking down at you with a scornful look of frustration with a gaze that makes you feel small before finally breaking the silence. “Get on the ground. You’re gonna have to make me cum another way.”

“Wh-what?”

“Are you dumb? Get down and on your knees. Now.”

You do as he says, slipping off the edge of his bed and slowly lowering yourself till he knots a hand in your hair and pushes down on your hear till you’re at his crotch level.

“And take off your top.”

You hesitate.

It doesn’t make sense for you to be shy about this, especially after everything else.

You swallow and grab your shirt by the hem to pull it up over the top of your head before pausing and looking up at him.

“Don’t make me fucking say it.”

Well, at least you tried your luck.

Slowly you unclasp your bra and take off the straps before throwing it to the side to expose your bare chest to him.

Sukuna’s eyes roam over your tits as your nipples harden in exposure to the air and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“That’s what I like to see.” He hums before gripping your head tightly again to push you forcefully into the large bulge in his pants so that he can grind it on your face. “Feel that? You’re gonna take all of it down your dumb little throat and you’re gonna love every single second of it. Understand?”

Tears sting your eyes and your face burns in equal parts shame and arousal as you nod obediently.

“Say it. Haven’t I taught you how to use your words?”

“Y-yes, I understand.” The words come out muffled by his clothed erection pressed against your mouth.

He pulls away. “Strip me.”

For a second you pause before quickly getting to work, unable to look up at him in the eye as you do so.

You unbutton his jeans and pull them down, the outline of his hardened cock through the black boxers sucking the air out of your lungs. Your fingers brush against his skin as you hook them around the waistband and peel them down to release his swollen dick.

Your stomach coils again.

Maybe it’s just the angle but you swear it looks even bigger than last time, with a vein running around the underside that you hadn’t previously noticed.

There was no way in hell you could have possibly taken that thing inside you and survived.

“Look up at me.” He orders as he grasps his cock with one hand.

You tilt your chin, round tear eyes meeting the hungry ones above you, watching his pupils blow out even more when he slaps his blushed tip against your face, making you wince softly.

That wicked leer of his only grows, the one that always means bad news.

“Kiss it. Show me how much you love my cock.”

Your eyes widen slightly, laying your hands around the dark tattooed bands encircling the muscular tops of his thighs before placing a chaste kiss right on his slit.

“Ah, fuck,” He exhales as he rubs the leaking tip of his dick up against your lips, smearing the precum all over them like it’s lipgloss. “That’s a good girl. Keep this up and you might actually make up for before.”

You resist the urge to bite his dick off.

He taps his cock on your mouth. “Open up.”

You comply, entirely confused by how much you hated this, especially after what he’d just tried, yet found yourself just as desperately wanting to taste him.

He immediately begins to slide his length through your opened mouth, groaning at the contact against your wet tongue, continuing to go deeper and deeper till it was uncomfortable.

You try to fight your gag reflex from being triggered but it happens anyway, with something so long and large being pushed down your throat. You grip his thighs pathetically and try to push away from him as your throat convulses around his cock, trying to squeeze it out.

You’re offered no mercy because it only hardens his dick more, and with a cold laugh he harshly shoves your skull further down his length till your nose is pressed against his pelvis. “Oh come on, you’re being dramatic.”

Dramatic?

You can barely breathe, growing dizzy when he finally pulls out and peers down at you as you cough a bit and regain your breath.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re such a sensitive little thing, because fuck, it turns me on to see you all pathetic like this.” You wish you could ask him to be gentler but you know by now that there was a good chance he’d likely just do the opposite. So instead you wipe your tears and determinedly take his dick in your hand to put it into your mouth again- though this time not all the way.

Sukuna let’s you do this without shoving himself back down your throat, watching your face and fighting the urge to let out a moan as you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip.

You gaze up at him and he inhales sharply when you dig your tongue into the divot of his frenulum, dragging your soft tongue up from it over his tip, and back down his shaft again.

His breathing grows heavier, no longer able to fight the urge to thrust in and out of your warm, wet mouth in time with your motions and the way your tongue laves so sensually all over his dick. “Shit, you like this you little cockslut? You like sucking off your big brother?”

You moan around his dick without even thinking, and Sukuna grins again. “Wow, you really are messed up.” He rasps. “Now suck my balls like a good little slut, yeah?”

He pulls his wet length out of your messy mouth, smeared with precum and saliva. You hold his cock up and close your lips around his heavy scrotum, sucking and lapping gently at the soft flesh while you stroke his shaft with your hand.

The last restraints of his control begin to crumble at the sensation, at how fucking filthy you look like this. “Ah -fuck- god, you really are nothing more than my obedient little dog, huh? I can make you do -hah- whatever the fuck I want you to…”

His grip in your hair suddenly tightens and he pulls away to shove his cock through your parted lips, unable to control the urge to fuck your mouth any longer.

The pressure is sudden and before you can adjust he’s gripping your hair so tightly you feel pinpricks on your scalp. That pain is quickly overshadowed when he begins snapping his hips back and forth at a brutal pace.

You struggle to keep your mouth open while you try not to choke on the cock slamming into the back of your throat over and over again.

“Ah, shit, you pathetic, stupid, needy little thing. You’re -hah- really worth nothing more than being a -fuck- a cocksleeve for me to use.”

You don’t notice tears are falling again, running down your cheeks and only adding to the ness of spit dribbling obscenely down your chin from where he mercilessly thrusts in and out of your mouth.

It hurts, your jaw aches and you feel like you’re suffocating on his cock abusing your throat, hoping it won’t be long till he cums because you don’t think you can keep this up much longer.

And like your prayers have been answered, suddenly he snaps his dick all the way out of your mouth and jerks it above your face before cumming with a hiss, ropes of thick hot cum spurting out and painting your whole face white. They keep coming for a few seconds more, and by the time he’s down you feel the viscous fluid dripping lewdly down your face.

He pants, eyes drinking in the sight of you kneeling with cum all over your face, and it almost makes his dick harden again. “God, you look perfect right now, sis.”

You can barely look up at him, thinking it would’ve been a lot less degrading for him to just cum down your throat than this.

Sukuna furrows his brows in mock confusion. “Where’s your gratitude? Show some thanks and lick that shit up like a properly trained mutt.”

You don’t even think, just moving automatically to swipe your fingers in the semen drying on your face, and sucking them clean. He watches you do it over and over till of it is gone into your stomach, and you look expectantly up at him.

He’s tucked himself back in, reaching forward to pet the top of your head. “Good girl. I guess you’ve earned me paying your bill, huh?”

[yolelejiju]

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬▶ 𝗩𝗛𝗦

WORKING OVERTIME ⭑.ᐟ.ᐣ

‘ toji fushiguro, kento nanami, sukuna x fem!reader ’

⌞ PG-18 ⌝ mild dub con ( reader gets aroused and never says no ) you better judge yourself◞ gangbang taking turns◞ inappropriate touching◞ no curses au◞ office sex ◞ stuck in a wall◞ cunilingus◞ anal fingering ◞ spit as lube◞ oral male receiving◞ creampie◞ unprotected sex ◞ cum swallow◞ reader is called dummy, princess and slut.

“c’mon pretty, I know you can get it” ever since you arrived at the company, Toji hasn’t lost a single chance to tease you, making his approach seem friendly when in reality, he just wanted to fuck you raw.

“i’m trying!” you huff in return, embarrassed by the current position that you find yourself in, stretching your hands to reach for the documents folder that fell behind large rack, and you, being the only girl working after hours was the perfect fit to help the man retreat such important material, “i can’t reach it!”

Toji is so grateful that you’re not watching him, allowing his eyes to wander through the way your round ass is up in the air, standing on tip toes while letting out huffs of exertion, sounds Toji wished to hear while being balls deep in your tight pussy. a soft yet firm slap lands on your butt cheek, not painful but making you squeal, “Toji!” you yell, ignoring the way your face burns and core throbs, denying the attraction you had to the man wouldn’t take you anywhere.

he chuckles, “you’re almost there, just a bit more... although, i’m not complaining if you take your time, the view over here is wonderful”

“you’re the worst” you mutter, used to Toji’s behavior and way too over friendly touching, the tips of your fingers brush over the hard edge of the folder, skimming in a little further to grasp it with a triumphant sound, “i got it! Toji help me out”

“of course, princess” the man smirks, holding onto your hips but instead of pulling, you feel him pushing you down and deeper into the rack, your head almost hanging from the other side of it.

“Toji you idiot! now i’m stuck, you made it worse”

“nah” he tuts, “i think I made it perfect” there’s a deep laugh coming from his chest, clearly enjoying himself, rubbing his hands across your thighs.

“what’s going on?” another voice joins, steady steps approaching your squirming form, and you can tell who it is immediately, another one of your coworkers who adores teasing you nonstop.

“dummy got stuck while trying to pick up a folder that fell” Toji’s voice is filled with humor, a bit mockingly if you had to say.

Sukuna grins, allowing his hand to rest on the small of your back, “is that so?” you hear him laugh.

“i hate you both” you bite back, trying to ignore the growing wetness between your legs, most likely staining your panties and dripping down your thighs.

“oh, but it seems like you’re enjoying this” the pink haired man speaks again, letting a single finger trace the contour of your pussy through the pencil skirt you wore, pushing enough for your wetness to seep through and drench the other layer of fabric.

“i’m not!” you hiss, futilely trying to kick the men only for them to grab your legs, one each.

“this sweet cunt of yours says otherwise” Toji huffs, raising your skirt until it pools around your waist, taking a teasing lick across your covered slit to which you mewl, hips wiggling against your better judgement, “don’t fight, honey, we’ll make you feel so good” Sukuna’s hands then reach forward, spreading out your pussy lips after Toji tugged your underwear down, letting it stretch around your knees.

“what a pretty thing you are” Sukuna speaks, letting his fingers caress the skin of your folds, teasingly sliding them across your wet clit just for a brief second.

by this point all rational thoughts are pretty much gone from your head, focusing on Toji’s heavy breathing straight in your core, and Sukuna’s thumbs keeping your hole spread and leaking. a loud groan resonates in the small room, followed closely by the dark haired man’s tongue plunging into your sopping cunt, so deep and so good your hands desperately try to find purchase in the smooth wall right in front of your eyes.

“she’s gorgeous” Sukuna groans, palming his bulge, “isn’t that right, Kento?” and you yelp at his words, a sound that could get easily mistaken as a pleasurable one since Toji kept on slurping loudly against your clit, sucking on your folds and swirling your slick on the tip of his tongue.

Sukuna and Toji were something, but you actually held respect towards the blonde, worried about how his opinion on you would change by watching you moan over your coworker eating you out.

“what do you think you’re doing?” his voice is deep and calm, a bit tired if you had to admit.

“Kento!” you gasp and kick, earning a pinch in your ass and Toji’s muffled voice vibrating against your pussy, “if you’re going to moan someone’s name so prettily it better be mine”

“oh, c’mon, join the fun, she’s enjoying the attention, like a little greedy slut” this time is Sukuna’a turn to speak, returning to his place by hunching next to your hips, his face hovering over where Toji continues his assault and letting a glob of spit to fall in the crack of your ass, using the thick substance to rub on your puckered hole.

“n-not there! i can’t—” you whine, thighs shaking from the double stimulation.

“you say that but your pussy is fluttering like crazy” Toji chuckles, now using two of his fingers to penetrate your hole, going at such a fast pace that you’re unable to speak and just moan, “cum, I know you’re close” he rasps, his fingers not flattering until liquid gushes out of your cunt and soaks his fingers at the same time as Sukuna’s finger dips in your asshole.

“o-oh, my god—!”

“fuck yes, you’re so goddamn sexy” they half praise, half groan, both men digits still buried inside your holes and moving in sync, slowly driving you insane.

a second finger joins the one in your ass and the ones in your pussy disappear, replaced by a sticky trail that left on your thigh, up and across your asscheeks where Toji glides his cockhead against, tapping on your clit a couple of times for his own selfish enjoyment in hearing you beg.

“please...” you whine, not certain of what but the emptiness of your cunt brought tears to your eyes, twitching in aftershocks of your previous orgasm.

“you better be on birth control, baby, because i’m fuckin’ you raw”

“elders first” Sukuna chuckles, observing intensely how Toji’s cock slowly disappears into your wet hole, ripping whines out of your mouth and forcing your ass to squeeze Sukuna’s fingers, biting back a groan of satisfaction at the idea of how tight you might feel inside.

“fuck me! f-feels so good!” you scream, attempting to dig your nails in the wall as a shiver runs down your spine once Toji’s cock is deeply buried inside your pussy, drooling precum inside your slippery walls.

“so fuckin’ hot, i’m going to enjoy breeding this tiny pussy” you mewl while the man starts to pound into you, slapping Sukuna’s hand away and replacing it with his thumb, fingering your tight hole as his cock stretches your cunt, groaning deeply at the tight squeeze of your walls, sucking him deeper with each thrust.

“i’m cumming again” you cry out, embarrassingly sooner than expected, unable to stop the sudden wave of pleasure surging through your body and forcing your walls to clamp down on the cock ruining your insides. he continues to fuck you through your orgasm until his own high gets triggered, cumming hard with a deep growl, halfway pulling out to spray your folds and lower back with cum.

“prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucked” Toji says, stepping aside to allow Sukuna to pull your thighs back, forcing you to take his cock in one swift motion, filling every inch of your pussy.

“you love this, don’t you, a perfect fuckhole, letting us take turns in fucking this tight pussy” Sykuna growls, moving in slow but hard thrusts that knock the air out of your lungs, bringing tears to your eyes and you slick to drip down on the floor.

“y-yes, Kuna! my pussy feels so good” you babble delirious, thighs shaking under the intense and hard pounding into your hot cunt, overstimulated but feeling impossibly good.

“fuuck, you’ll make me cum soon, better stretch this pussy nicely for Kento, hm? he acts all serious but has been jerking off for the past hour” Sukuna’s last words come quietly, almost like a secret you pretty much enjoy considering the sudden tightness in your walls, squeezing tightly around his cock while his hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you still as his balls slap against your clit.

“f-fill me up, please” you beg, eyes crossing as your pussy cums around him, taking Sukuna with you as his hips speed up, groans turning into growls while he fills you with his hot cum, pumping into you with tiny thrusts, more like humping your ass.

you breathe heavily, trying to compose your erratic heartbeat as Sukuna pulls out, cum oozing out of your hole and dripping down your thighs.

an unconscious yelp gets ripped out of your throat at the sudden pull of your legs, unstuck and landing on the floor with a dull thud where your knees hit.

“open your mouth” Kento growls, tugging your head back slightly enough to guide the dripping tip of his cock into your mouth, a bit of consideration to your abused cunt.

“wettest cunt, wettest mouth” Sukuna whistles next to the blonde, watching how his length comes out of your mouth glistening and soaked with your saliva, “aren’t you perfect everywhere?”

ignoring the other men in the room, Kento starts to use your throat back and forth, careful but firm enough to bring tears to your eyes, adoring how there's drool slipping from the corners of your lips, eyes glossy and almost rolled to the back of your skull with how good you feel. it doesn’t take much time for the man to approach his orgasm, rubbing your tongue with his cock head and slapping your cheeks before plunging it inside once again, his groans only increasing with the subtle buck of his hips against your mouth.

“i’m cumming, you swallow it all” he huffs, pressing into your mouth as deep as possible, making your nose rub on the peach fuzz above his cock, choking and moaning as cum fills your warm mouth. “next time I’ll be cumming in your pussy, since you love slutting yourself out”

[yolelejiju]

okok so so think bout older brother sukuna sticking his dick in you when you're drunk outta reaason and barely even talking. he thinks it's your fault tbh, who drinks that much liquor and not expect this? it's honestly your fault, clinging to him and looking up at him with those unfocused eyes because— idk, it's your big brother? you wouldn't expect him to be groping and kissing your skin at 3am while you weakly ask him "what're you doing, kuna nii? stop it... ):"

for hiMMMM my eyes are open thEY ARE SEEING IT BABE

tw. incest, somno, noncon, degradation, spit

Big, tattooed hands wrap around your thighs to pull them apart. You’re an absolute piece of work. Seriously. His larger body sinks into the mattress as he gets up onto his knees next to you, and you hum into an unintelligible mumble. “Mh-Kuna, sh-tp mn-” Even sleeping, you’re as bratty as you are big, pretty lips jutting out to make your displeasure known. You talk a lot, for someone who can’t lift a finger to stop him. His hands find the soft plush of your thighs to squeeze the skin tighter in his hands, when he lets out a breath.

“Stop your whinin’. You’re the one making me…” He trails off when his touch makes your back arch, pushing your ass up to show off your slutty fucking panties. Underwear is a word too nice for the scraps of string that are meant to cover you. “This is what you get for getting spit on my shirt.” Sukuna doesn’t bother trying to be quiet as he maneuvers you around him with spread legs and your ass up in the blankets— like you’re straddling a ghost with the way you wiggle around in the position.

He clicks his tongue, before rubbing all long fingers around you and cupping your heat. “This is why niisan doesn’t let you do nothin’, you fucking slut. Look at yourself right now.” His voice is low, squeezing your hot pussy in his palm. You’ll be awake anyway, once he’s done with you. You’re already hot between your thighs, bottom lips making a wet patch on the crotch.

He places one elbow next you your shoulders before getting down over you. He sort of wishes you’d learn your fucking lesson already. Remembering the way you pouted and slurred into his bicep when pulling you out of the car makes his brows furrow, the whined ‘Kuna nii~’ replaying between his ears. It isn’t the first time he’s pulled some shit. Really, you should know better. Learn a bit quicker. Any younger sister worth something would.

Instead you just resort to trusting him endlessly. No matter how often he presses you to the wall to force his tongue into your mouth. Or the way he makes you gyrate on his lap when he’s bored, glowing with embarrassment and whining for him to stop. His own fucking flesh and blood— you’re seriously sick in the head, aren’t you. He’ll show you what all that trust gets you. Your own fault, brat. If your brother’s a total pervert when you’re awake, what the hell possesses you to fall asleep in his bed all pretty and vulnerable?

He takes a few deep breaths before descending on your neck and lapping up your scent, as drunken moans make their way out of your half-parted mouth. “K-kuna nii~” His tongue and lips stick to your pulse for long enough to make an obvious mark. His hands pull the slicked up strings down the curve of your ass, only grunting in slight irritation when one side snaps. You twitch at the sting, but don’t wake. Only roll over halfway to click your tongue against your teeth in search of his warmth. “Su-k’na nii… no. Sta-hp.”

You’re drooling. He can’t help it, he laughs. “If you know it’s me, you should stop me already— shitty fucking sister.” His thumb slides into your mouth to push down on your tongue and open the way for his own tongue, dripping hot spit onto your lips as you whimper. “It’s big brother who’s gonna fuck you. You’re okay with that?” His other hand drags fingertips through your slick, pushing one finger inside into your soft, sloppy pussy. His tongue slides over your lips as he crawls over you fully, pushing his hard cock into your thigh close enough to make you mewl.

Your pussy clicks with the wetness when he pushes in with another, stretching you out further and further. His cock twitches in his pants, until he pushes that down and strokes himself, wet, drooling tip against your belly.  “You don’t wanna wake up. ‘Cus you love being mistreated like this, right bitch? Want ‘kuna niichan to make use of all you’re good for?” He takes the hand out of you to push your shirt up over your tits, and smears your wetness over your chest as he grips the softness.

His cock thumping against your pussy, he lets out a deep grunt, then squeezes his fat balls. “You’re just a little breeding bitch for me, aren’t ya.” His much larger body over you, muscles clenching as he covers you with his own limbs, he gets onto his knees just enough to let the tip push against your swollen, slick lips. His heavy cock looks much too big to fit, but looking at that sleeping, contorted little face— you’ll take it either way. “Wanna feel how your big brother loves you?”

When the tip grinds over your clit, your mouth cracks open with more moans, throwing your head back. “Oops, looks like that feels good? Feel good for big brother? Fucking cock slave.” Then he pushes the thick, drooling head in more, and your back starts to arch so your peeked nipples push against him. His hand winds around the top of your thigh, letting the head of his hot cock snap inside — and your desperate whispering turns hitched, and your eyelids flutter.

Your hot, tight little clutch around him is enough to have his shoulders flexing and his mouth pushing to yours. “Ah, fuck. That’s it.”

You’re such a sweet little thing that you even let him kiss you, as your eyes open. “Mh-mhhm- nii-dan.” Pushing in a few inches at once, he smiles into your mouth. “-K-kuna, st-oh fuuuck~ st-op.” Your arms wrap around him to dig your nails into his back, but it’s no use. He can feel your desperate clenching around him as he pushes you open, and tears spring into your eyes. “Please stop, I’m gonna- b- Kuna nii. Kuna nii. Stop it-”

But your hot, little clutch only feels better and better the deeper he pushes- until your eyes bulge and you go limp below him, giving yourself over to him. “Nuh uh. That’s a good cockslut sister. Take it all.”

[yolelejiju]

tags/cw: nsfw, 18+ mdni, dark content, noncon, sexual harassment, filming, blackmail, unprotected, creampie, choking, fingering, fellatio, facial, cum eating

a/n: oh look a forgotten ask from the depths of my inbox on my old blog anyway this is really fucked up read at your own risk

bully!gojo who's known as the university's golden boy to everyone else, but is known as a menace and a monster to you

bully!gojo who pinches your thighs during class, while you try your best to just ignore him

bully!gojo who has more than a few upskirt pictures of your panties saved to a hidden album on his phone

bully!gojo who catches up to you in the hallway of your uni and snaps your bra strap to get your attention

bully!gojo who corners you when you’re late to class and no one else is around, trapping you against the wall to see you squirm

bully!gojo who compliments your outfit and calls it slutty in the same breath

bully!gojo who looks at you with a wicked hunger in his eyes, like he wants to eat you alive

bully!gojo who would’ve taken you then and there if it wasn’t for the risk of getting caught

bully!gojo who just happens to be at the first party you had the courage to go to

bully!gojo who grabs your wrist when you turn to leave after bumping into him at said party

bully!gojo who pretends to be nice to get you to lower your guard

bully!gojo who tries to kiss you, and calls you a tease when you pull away from him

bully!gojo who drags you into the bathroom and bends you over the sink, hiking your skirt up and shoving your panties to the side

bully!gojo who mocks you, saying “aw, is baby gonna cry? go on, cry” as he shoves two fingers into your tight hole

bully!gojo who ignores your pleas for him to stop, and shuts you up by choking you from behind

bully!gojo who fucks you roughly from behind while holding your hands behind your back

bully!gojo who films everything as he ruins you in that bathroom, from the moment he puts his cock in to after he pulls out, allowing his creamy seed to drip down your quivering thighs

bully!gojo who sniffs your panties before pocketing them

bully!gojo who drags you into an empty lecture hall the next day and reminds you about the video he has of you when you try to leave

bully!gojo who tells you he’s already shown it to his friends and he’ll go a step further and post it online if you don’t let him play with you some more

bully!gojo who unbuttons your shirt to suck on your nipples while his hand wanders up your skirt, who leaves hickeys all over your tits while he fingers you

bully!gojo who bites your thighs and goes down on you

bully!gojo who asks you nicely to return the favor, as if you have a choice

bully!gojo who holds your head down on him just to hear you choke and gag on his cock

bully!gojo who cums on your face even though you’re don’t have anything to clean it off with

bully!gojo who makes you clean his cum off his face with your fingers and lick it off, and films that too

bully!gojo who adds to that hidden album of lewds of you every time you have a rendezvous, and uses each and every one of them against you

[yolelejiju]

dirty laundry 04 // yandere series for your beloved men's dirty secrets. nothing left unturned.

"not sharing you with anyone, starts with showing everyone that you're mine first" - your loving, slightly unstable boyfriend.

yandere boyfriend, exhibitionism, sex under substance influence, substance abuse, manipulation, possessive behavior, nsfw content (discalmer included in end of post)

check end of post for yandere men tagged.

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You've always been a piece of work and your boyfriend liked that. You won't let yourself be pushed around, nor will you tolerate your opinion being diminished - molding you was going to take time, because in order to happen, you had to belive it was a fruit of your own will.

But patience was his friend, and with all the time in the world he planned on taming you until your opinions turn into an extension of his own, until your actions are silently commanded by his presence. You believed yourself to be immalleable, but under his touch and guidance you were soft clay ready to be molded into any shape he deemed as perfection. He was the éminence grise and by silently pulling on your strings from the shadows, your obedience was soon to blossom.

you had told him how lightweight you are when it came to alcohol, but surely with him by your side having a couple of drinks wouldn't hurt, right? You'll be safe, right? He'll keep you safe.

You'll be taken care of, there's nothing to worry about, just relax and have a drink - he'd whisper into your ear, the firm grip over your shoulders boosting your confidence reassuringly. Your boyfriend knew your sense of responsibility was unshakable and you were not going to find yourself in a compromising situation even with him by your side, but he was sly and creative while you were way too rigid and trusting to entertain the possibility of him plotting anything that'd remotely question your comfort.

You had occupied the spot on the couch next to your boyfriend while his college friends were rambling about whatever happened two nights ago at a bar. A tall glass of vodka cranberry sitting gracefully between your fingers - occasionally you'd take a small sip which would tug the corners of your boyfriend's lips into a barely visible smirk.

His plan was in motion ever since your tongue tasted the bitterness of the alcohol. the valium he had slipped into your drink would soon turn your consciousness to mush, of course he's aware of the side effects, that's why he had crushed only half of the pill, so far it's proven to be enough for a pretty doll to become putty in his hands.

With the corner of of his eye he preyed on the way you slumped into the couch, lids drooping with exhaustion. The way his long fingers caressed your thighs as your breathing slowed down gradually felt like soothing, you almost missed the way they feathered over the zipper of your dark washed jeans.

Soon enough you were completely submerged into blissful forgetfulness and it tasted sweet like the subtle berry aftertaste lingering on your lips. Your boyfriend leaned into you, pulling you close until you were flushed against his ribcage. He squeezed at your waist which elicited a moan out of you - this dizzy state had erased the memory of where you were or who was around you, you only remembered him because his hot touch against you was a forceful reminder of his presence.

he shifted closer, squishing you in his embrace, the way you felt so limp and helpless had his cock jump in excitement. he wanted to feel your body rub all over him, soft pliable flesh crashing against that rippling body - a stone cold wall of muscles, offering shelter to your small, brittle form, until his wings decide to crush you in.

he wanted you, he wanted to sink his teeth into your flesh until his mouth overflows with your essence. he was a hungry beast waiting to feast over his prey, and right now, after following his premediated plan meticulously, he was about to do just that. best part of it all would be that you'd remember none of it, or the bits you somehow do end up remembering, he'd twist and gaslight into moments insinuated by your own desire to have him.

your body was effortlessly maneuvered on top of his lap, you felt so light, like a feather flowing into an ocean of emptiness, the sound of his husky voice felt like waves of heat crashing over you. his friends were too busy playing poker, so they didn't catch the way his hand slipped past your jeans and went straight into your lace panties.

Your boyfriend wasted no time and dripped his middle finger between your folds, feeling your arousal pool up at even the slightest touch. his favourite part of you was so easily overstimulated under the influence of the dug you unknowingly had circulating through your system.

his right hand kneaded your breasts over the fabric of the v neck blouse hugging your curves. meek attempts to protest and shake him away were shut down completely when the palm of his right hand clasped around your throat, gripping just enough to silence the pretty sounds of refusal you tried to make.

The room was dead quiet and besides your soft humming, nothing else could be heard as all pairs of eyes were on you while your boyfriend's hands handled you like a pretty doll on display. "you horny baby?" he taunted, lips pulling up into a devilish smile against the shell of his ear. His tongue left a long wet stripe over the flushed, tender skin of your neck. You squirmed, turning your head away from his touch and that stung him.

Your jaw tightened when his fingers squeezed against your cheeks and his voice dripped over you like honey "let me help you, love, there's nothing to be ashamed of" he was dangerously charming and it didn't matter if your consciousness has been torn to shreds, there'd never be a moment when you won't fall for it - for his gentle touch capable of manhandling you with overwhelming force yet with grace; by his sparkling eyes, winking at you mischievously; by his dashing, wolfish grin showing theeth ready to devour.

He worked your body like a true maestro, that middle finger vibrating inside you like an overpowered sex toy, getting you close to your release with every push against your gummy walls. You arched your back against him, surrendering to his alluring touch - you were too disheveled to realise what your lewd moans had turned the room into - a den of vultures. Your boyfriend's friends had glued their eyes to you and their wet stares have been following the lines of your every curve as you were weaving around your lover's body like a vine.

he wanted them to see it all, to get them jealous at the way he fucks you into obedience, how his cock makes you forget that you had ever had an opinion different than his, that you ever had any opinions at all - because when you're gushing around his cock you don't need to think, you need to let yourself feel. all. of. him.

until he's your world, until your pleasure has been twisted and transformed so it's inevitably tied with what he wants, the way he wants it, when he wants it. unconditionally. possessively. completely obsessed with breaking your precious will and painting on top of its remains, forming a new masterpiece the name of which would be "gaslighted into inhibition".

His hips buckled forward, the erect bulge grinding over your soaking heat. Your rear was swiftly lifted up so he can slide down your unzipped jeans, hazy eyes darted around the room, stopping at figures you could barely recognise, but the bubbling in the pit of your stomach was unquestionable - their stares excited you, electrifying danger tickled along your body.

The chill from the air conditioner grazed your naked bottom, but it didn't prove enough to put out the fire raging between your legs - your boyfriend's fingers were running over your clit, edging you by taunting the release closer and then scaring it away by pulling off until you're spasming around nothing.

"let's see that pretty pussy baby" the smoothness of his voice and the vulgar proposition made you blush and whine in protest, your smaller hands pulling down on the hem of your blouse in attempt to cover yourself. your boyfriend slid his palms across your curves until they reached the plushness of your bare inner thighs - you couldn't fight the way he forced them apart nor the way it made you feel more exposed than being fully naked.

"nothing to be shy about" he cooed, letting his arousing touch to manipulate you into submission. The aura in the room was so heavy and somehow your shoulders slouched down as if they were bearing all it's weight, or maybe that's what defeat looked like. with lids made of lead you blinked away the drowsiness and moaned out your boyfriend's name when his index finger looped under the lace crotch of your panties, pulling it aside to show off his favourite possession.

"look at that drooling slit" one of your boyfriend's friends growled, his erect dick boosting his confidence and clouding his judgement. the stranger stepped forward, but while you were lewdly humping your lover's ripped thigh, your boyfriend reached and grabbed a firstful of his colleague's shirt. "Sit your ass down and be grateful I'm letting you watch." your brows furrowed and your head tilted back with a sharp exhale as your boyfriend curled two fingers inside you, putting on a show from the way you wiggled and thrashed on top of his lap.

As he worked your pussy with his digits, you registered the sound of another unzipping which felt thrilling. Your boyfriend's cock, finally free from its imprisonment under the rigid material of his jeans, was now pressing firmly against your lace covered bum.

His forearm wrapped around your waist so he can pull you up until his throbbing member has found it's way between your thighs. Your open palm was guided over the veiny length and he cupped your hand beneath his, squeezing around, pumping up towards the red, leaky tip, until you're jacking him off like a marionette.

"you're so good, baby" - you were making him so proud. Heavily sedated, with whatever part of your consciousness that was not put to sleep, occupied by the persistent need between your legs, yet you obeyed him unquestionably. you've reached the state of perfection - the ultimate euphoria of letting go until he takes full charge of your very existence. Your body mindlessly answered to his commanding touch, he was navigating you towards any outcome he desired and you followed without resistance, by laying out all your trust in him.

"want to show how that sweet pussy takes care of me" his cock, now fully erect, was probing at your entrance. "you want me to fuck your weeping cunt?" he teased, holding his member by the base and moving it around until it sat snuggly between your pink puffy lips. you whined and moaned, clawing at whatever part of the exposed skin you could get your nails on. "please, i need you" you begged almost incoherently but it was enough for him to use as the perfect excuse for ravishing you in front of so many unfamiliar eyes.

his cock slipped inside and you realised you've been aching to feel this full, you were desperate to have him fuck you and you couldn't wait to move and feel that friction, but although your mind was overtaken by desire, your body was helpless against the power of the drug squeezing every drop of energy out of you.

one look at your face and your boyfriend knew exactly what you wished for - your orbs were crossed and focused somewhere in the distance, your glazed lips parted, letting free a string out moans ride the wave of your frenzy. he pistoned his length in and out of you, while firmly holding your by the hips, your head rested on his shoulder and you took in greedily all the filth offered.

"spread those legs baby, let them see that pretty cunt flutter" your boyfriend would tease, his fingers inching down until they reach your clit which he pampered with attention by rubbing fast circles over it. "let me feel those gorgeous tits bouncing" he'd rasp, tugging the v neck until your breasts spilled from the stretched cleavage. Your head spun at the way he way kneading your soft rack, roughly pinching a nipple between two fingers until you delight him with a high pitched yelp.

Your intoxicated whines continued as his open palms landed over the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs repetitively, spanking them until they burned in crimson. The way his cock scraped at your walls made you want to thrash on top of him, but you were so limp, any movement took excruciating amount of energy and you could only lay flat against his chest as he fucked his darkness into you.

the room smelled like sex and combined with your relentless fucking, your boyfriend's friends had entered a frenzy of their own. some stroking their members through their jeans, others watching intently with eyes darkened by lust. "my naughty girl, you're putting on a show" your boyfriend whispered, caging your throat beneath his iron grip. "open that mouth wide and let them see that dirty tongue".

the way you were too high and disoriented to even process his request was getting him so excited - your obedience didn't include any train of thoughts on the agenda, you simply followed his lead canonically. it was a sight he couldn't get enough of and he was positively addicted.

he watched the glistening string of drool web from your tongue, small beads of saliva coating your breasts and rolling down to your navel. he had turned you into the perfect sex doll, equipped with a top tier fleshlight, offering an array of different functions like squeezing around him so tightly it made him grunt curses in your ear until his voice gave out and he sped up the pace to match the intensity of the pleasure building inside. or his favourite function - pulsing and fluttering until you've milked every drop of cum out of his balls, your walls massaging his throbbing cock with every thrust.

your body was leaned forward until your hands touched the cold floor. Your boyfriend still attached to you like a parasyte, chasing the heights of his orgasm. his pace was only accelerating and if it wasn't for his unwavering grip around your waist, you'd have flown half across the room, and probably land into the welcoming lap of one of the stangers getting off on your porn star performance.

from this position, you could see nothing around you but the floor, your hair blocking everything else like a protective curtain, however that only made you so much more sensitive to the way you could feel your boyfriend penetrating your guts.

"you like being watched baby?" he asked, completely aware you couldn't possibly give him a coherent answer, so he took your salacious moaning for a satisfactory response. "it'll be our dirty secret, love, don't worry" he'd smile, biting his lip when his cock twitched inside you threatening to spill out any moment. "no one's gonna rat on what a dirty little whore my baby turns into when she has to take my dick in front of an audience"

you couldn't respond nor defend yourself from the degrading comments he threw at you, truthfully you didn't even register their meaning, your mind was that strung out. You did register the way they made your pussy clench tighter and your breathing speed up until you're panting.

Your face was forcefully directed towards the audience you've been entertaining when your boyfriend pulled your head up by tangling his fingers in your messy hair. "look what you did" he spat yet no trace of malice could be found in his voice, only pride. "you gonna have them cum in their pants like a bunch of highschool fools with your slutty pussy, baby."

though blurred vision you could only make out the rough shapes of the men standing in front of you, but you couldn't focus enough to see them shamelessly jacking off through their briefs or in their fists. the only force holding them off from jumping your bones was the warm embrace of your boyfriend, possessively fucking you brainless to establish the ultimate claim over your mind and body.

He was breaking the seal of your will publicly and whether you'd remember it or not, he'd be sure something in you will change with every flashback you get. it'll seep into your brain slowly, he'd make sure to pull on every string until you're convinced whatever happened was fueled by your own desire and sooner or later you'll helplessly surrender before the idea of bidding his every command.

"look at them" your drooping eyes forced to stare ahead when your boyfriend squished your cheeks between his ringed digits. "they can't have you" he declared, "pathetic" he laughed sadistically after eyeing down his peers, desperately pining over the smoothness of your skin, the lewd sounds your drenched pussy made, your flushed face covered in streaks of runny make up. you were a sex dream and every man in that room wanted to get his hands on you and feed on your vulnerability.

but that privilege was saved for one man only and with his ego massively inflated he pulled you up by the elbow - like a lifeless marionette your body followed his lead until it crashed once more against his chest. he spoke sweetly in your ear while his cock worked wonders inside the weeping core he loved so much. "show me how much you can cum" his hand reached below to thumb at your rear while his pace picked up and the tip of his dick touched your cervix with every impaling thrust.

you never let him cum inside you before, but there was nothing stopping him now, you were mewling like a bitch in heat, lifelessly attempting to bounce on his lap like a good cock drunk slut. this was the true state you're meant to be in, and this evolved side of you would never deny him.

His lips clashed with yours in a wet, tongue ravaging kiss, "fuck" he cursed breathlessly "I'll cum in you baby." he confessed, brows knitted from the electrifying pulses pushing him to the edge. "you want that? hm?" he couldn't fight against the way your body shook under the rippling force of his thrusts. His abs flexed under the soaked t-shirt and he cursed again when ropes of white painted the insides of your weeping pussy.

his fingers played with your clit, until the pressure of his member filling you up skyrocketed and you squeezed your legs together instinctively, feeling every wave of your orgasm wash over you, taking away the last drops of sanity. your body was drained and there was not even a smidgen of energy in your batteries, it had you succumb to darkness as soon as you were no longer rocked by the primal force of your release.

your boyfriend held your completely sedated form and lovingly admired the art left after his abuse. your overflowing cunt was a masterpiece that transformed his eyes into two beating hearts. He stroked your hair gently while his cock was slowly softening up inside you. The intimacy of the moment made him want to sincerely confess his love to you, that hollow heart of his rejuvenated by your beautiful obedience and - he was going to take such good care of his baby, but for now you need to rest.

he scooped you up with ease and stood up, a couple of steps forward and then he turned towards the bunch of men still dazzled by the miraculous events that took place mere minutes ago. It was an array of leaking dicks, and cum covered knuckles. "not a word about this to anyone, or you all are dead meat".

a/n: *this post contains mentions of spiking alcohol with valium (diazepam), please be aware that despite any prior research this piece of fiction might not represent correctly the side effects of mixing alcohol with prescription drugs and more specifically, valium. common side effects include drowsiness, amnesia, slowed breathing, blurred vision, sedation, hallucinations (as possible side effect), some studies point towards significant increase in aggressive and spontaneous behaviour. do not re-create under any circumstances, the actions described have been highly sexualised and to some extend sugar coated for the purposes of the fiction material to be readable, digestable and appealing to the general, of age audience.

with:

jjk: gojo, toji, geto

genshin: kazuha, childe, wriothesley

aot: eren, floch

kny: gyutaro, douma, muzan, tengen uzui

fate/zero: gilgamesh

seven deadly sins: zeldris

[yolelejiju]

Nat, congrats on the 5 and 6k followers! You deserve many more! Could you please consider writing a poly Geto/Gojo fic with them seducing Shoko's younger sibling (nonbinary and chubby please)🙏? Virgin reader, corruption kink, a bit of degradation and praise, and mild dub-con too

luck - gojo x reader x geto (9.7k)

shoko has spent her life making sure you’re okay, and you’re not going to let her down.

warnings: dark content! not sfw, minors dni. extremely dubious consent/non-consent. gaslighting, manipulation, blackmail. under the influence/heavy alcohol use. blowjobs, fingering, ‘just the tip’. explicitly chubby, virgin reader - corruption kink, degradation, praise, implied satosugu. afab reader, no pronouns

[a/n: this fic really got away with me, but this concept is something we’ve been throwing around on my blog for a while and i wanted to do it justice!]

Your big sister would never do anything that would put you in danger.

That’s why you still live with her, even as an adult; after she’d worked so hard to become a jujutsu sorcerer to support you both. That’s why she’d tried so hard to keep you away from her world, despite knowing you could see the curses that amassed at the feet of those people in the world who deserved them – and some who didn’t. She’s your protector, a knight in shining armour with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

You love her. She’s given up so much for you, and you want nothing more than to make her proud. Which is why you work so hard at the university she’s paying for, why you don’t go home with any boys who try and wink at you and flirt with you, why you’re always home by nine in the evening and why a single drop of alcohol has never touched your lips.

Shoko always smiles and calls you ‘the good sibling’, as you both silently mourn a mother and father who never got to see either of you grow up – she calls herself the ‘bad influence’ and it makes you squeeze her tightly and kiss her cheek and loudly proclaim that she’s the best sister anyone could ask for.

Alright. Maybe you’re a little naive; even you know that. But you’re just . . . not interested in much outside of your studies and the occasional book and movie and making sure that you’re a credit to your name, and that Shoko feels as though she did the right thing by giving up everything she could have been in order to make sure you had your choices.

It’s also why you’ve never missed a day of classes.

Until today, that is.

Your big sister presses a cool hand against your forehead and you sigh, leaning into it. Her teeth bite into her bottom lip as she looks at your pitiful form on the couch; face washed and hair done, because you’d totally planned on going to your class, but still wearing your pyjamas. You had just needed to have a little sit down after making a single slice of toast and finding you no longer had the energy to butter it.

“You’re running a fever,” she says. You moan softly, blinking up at her through tired eyes.

“. . . ‘m not. I’ll be okay in a minute or two--”

“You will not.” Her voice is very final. Shoko doesn’t like confrontation, but she’s always been fine bullying you around a little bit. “Don’t look at me like that, kid. You’re in no state to leave the house today.”

You whine in the back of your throat, but Shoko’s eyes are already shadowed. She heaves a sigh.

You’re only two years younger than her; you wish she’d stop calling you ‘kid’.

“You probably shouldn’t be on your own if it’s this bad,” she mumbles to herself. “But I have so much work to do today--”

“I’ll be fine,” you insist, dragging your heavy limbs up. “It won’t be the first class I’ve gone to not feeling my best--”

“I could ask someone to look after you,” she’s mumbling, as if you’re not old enough to do it yourself. “Nothing strenuous, just make sure your fever doesn’t get worse, but . . . nobody’s free, I don’t think, except maybe . . .” Her frown seems to deepen a little. You’re standing by now, if a little wobbly. Has the world always been so tilted? Your vision seems a little haphazard.

“I’ll text you when I get to class,” you tell her, through the sudden ball of cotton wool in your throat. This isn’t so bad, right? It’s just a brief sickness. The fresh air will probably do you good. “Don’t fuss, Shoko--”

Strong, slim arms wrap around your middle as your (heavier, as you never fail to notice) frame gives out and you topple towards your big sister. Shoko’s stronger than she looks, though, and used to dealing with jujutsu sorcerer injuries who are often, as she tells you sometimes when she’s a little wine-flushed and willing to share stories, buff. Not that she pays much attention. She’s been pining after a cute senior jujutsu sorcerer who she sometimes goes out drinking with since she was sixteen.

“If I wasn’t fussing,” Shoko says, drily. “You’d be face-first on the floor by now.”

Petulantly, as younger siblings are wont to be, you mumble;

“Would not be.”

“Get back on the sofa,” Shoko sighs. “I’ll text someone. I . . . He wouldn’t be my first choice, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I know he wouldn’t hurt you. He owes me a coupla favours anyway.” You’re gently deposited back into the corner of the comfortably worn sofa, and you curl your legs around you and pull a blanket over your bottom half. The pyjamas set you’re wearing is pale blue satin edged with white piping, buttoned over a chest that really is stretching said buttons to breaking point – but Shoko, seeing that you can barely stand up, doesn’t say anything about it.

“You’re calling one of your friends?” You ask her. Shoko generally keeps you as detached from jujutsu sorcery as is humanly possible, though you have met Utahime – the cute senior jujutsu sorcerer she’s been pining after – a few times when Shoko’s brought her home to continue a drinking session after the bars have kicked everyone out. Your interest is piqued. If it were Utahime, she’d have just said so. “Which one?”

Just because you haven’t met any of them doesn’t mean you haven’t been listening to Shoko tell stories about her various co-workers for years and years. You’ve built up a foundation of knowledge in your head about what all of them might be like; and you’ve seen a couple of pictures, too, that Shoko looks at with a fond smile.

“Gojo, I hope,” she says, tapping out a text on her phone. “He’s not the most responsible guy, but he owes me for dumping his paperwork and classwork on me for so long--”

Satoru Gojo is the source of a lot of Shoko’s stress; but despite this, when she talks about him, there’s always a fond smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He means a lot to her – so does her other former classmate, Suguru Geto. If Shoko trusts them so implicitly, you know they must be good people.

You’ve always kind of wanted to meet Gojo, whose escapades are the stuff of legends, even if Shoko always recounts them with an air of exasperation as if she wasn’t there as an instigator herself.

“Oh,” she says, looking down at her phone. “Yeah. Gojo’ll come and keep an eye on you until I’m done with work – I’m working late today, kid – as long as he can bring Geto. Apparently they’re working on something together.” She looks over her phone at you.

You are, after all, notoriously shy. Her eyebrows furrow in worry.

“That gonna be okay?” She asks. You can see the silent longing in her eyes that it will be – she really thinks you’re a danger to yourself if you’re left alone, it seems. But she also can’t afford to take any days off, not when even this little apartment is a struggle on her remarkably decent salary and you’ve got nothing to show for your contribution except student loans--

(Shoko had insisted that you not get a part-time job. She wants you to concentrate on school. She’d patted your hair and smiled and said; ‘You’re gonna be providing for me in my old age, after all.”)

“Y-yeah,” you confirm, nodding a little shakily. The smile of relief on her face is palpable.

“Be good for them, alright?” She says, like you’re five years old and they’re your babysitters. “I don’t want them coming complaining to me about how you’re a bitch, yeah? They’re my best friends.” You nod at her, rolling your eyes. You really do feel a lot better tucked in on the couch. Maybe Shoko is right, and it’s a good thing that you’re foregoing responsibilities for today.

“Yeah, I won’t be a brat, I promise.”

Shoko laughs one of her scratchy cigarette laughs and reaches out to pat you on the shoulder.

“Nah,” she says. “You never are.”

Shoko wants only the best for you – you know this. She would never introduce you to anybody who might want to hurt you. You would never do anything to endanger the precious few friendships that she’s managed to make with her difficult life as a jujutsu sorcerer so likely to end them before they’ve even begun.

And she always talks about Gojo and Geto like they’re her partners in crime, like they keep her smiling through the more difficult days – yeah. You’re going to do your best to leave a good impression on them. And you’re sure they’ll do the same for you.

Because nobody Shoko trusts with you is going to turn out to have ulterior motives, right?

The first thing you notice about Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto is that both of them are gorgeous; tall, lean, dressed in casual everyday clothes that you think cost more than anything in your wardrobe. Gojo has the prettiest pair of blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and Geto has a cascade of dark, shiny hair that you really want to run your fingers through just to see if it’s as soft as it looks.

The first thing both of them notice about you--

The first thing Gojo notices about you is that your pyjama shirt is stretched tight over a generous, soft chest – buttons practically straining to be undone, a peek of collarbone and the swell of soft, round skin like a temptation that he wants to sink long fingers in.

The first thing Geto notices about you is your full thighs, where he can see just a sliver of them beneath the blanket on the couch. Your shorts are cut high up your legs, and Geto knows that your thighs would be soft and pliable and malleable were he to get his hands on you.

Gojo and Geto exchange brief looks with each other as you blink up at them and manage an achingly polite hello - even with the familiar tension that belongs to someone who’s shy making you set your shoulders a little too far forward. Your voice, even dulled and scratched by your illness, is soft and nervous. You seem a little too afraid to properly look at them.

They have always known Shoko is protective of you, but this is something else. They certainly weren’t expecting to agree to look after you for the day and to walk into Shoko’s home to be confronted by the sweetest, softest, most naive little thing they’ve ever had the impulse to ruin.

It’s all contained in that look they give one another. The way you try to offer them something to drink despite the fact that they don’t think you could stand up straight. The fact you say you’ve heard so much about them, the way you thank them for being such good friends to Shoko--

They could wrap you around their little finger and you wouldn’t say a word. Too sweet for your own good. Too trusting for your own good. Geto and Gojo both feel the impulse, low down inside of themselves like a pulsing ache, to use that to their advantage.

Gojo flops himself down on the other end of the sofa to you, all thoughts of the discussion that he had been planning to have with Geto whilst looking after Shoko’s sure-to-be bratty kid sibling (Shoko always calls you ‘kid’ – looking at you and realising you’re only a few years younger than they are is a surprise) gone out of his head in favour of ingratiating himself, slowly, into your brain.

“Wow,” he says, leaning forward, placing the back of his hand against your forehead – you squirm for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with the physical contact, before you seem to remind yourself that you’re being good for Shoko’s friends for Shoko’s safe, and you let him do it. “You’re really hot.”

Geto stifles a smile at the double meaning even as he elegantly settles into a chair opposite.

“They have a fever, Satoru,” Geto reminds him. “They’re probably not even fully aware that we’re here.”

Your face scrunches adorably. It’s an expression they’ve never seen on Shoko; unique to you, they suppose. To them, at that moment, it seems like Shoko is a dragon who has been hoarding a very precious treasure away from them. But Shoko doesn’t know about this part of them – the part that wants to slowly tear innocence apart until pretty eyes blink back tears and pretty mouths are glossy and open and longing to be kissed – or she would never have asked them to do this.

More fool her, Geto supposes.

“I am--” You insist, sounding a little petulant. “I’m not . . . an invalid--”

“Shoko certainly seems to think you are,” Geto points out. “Or we wouldn’t be here.”

Oh, that’s interesting – the way your shoulders deflate. The slightly morose tone as you murmur;

“. . . Yeah. I know. I told her not to worry, but . . .”

Oh, that’s just darling. You’re afraid of being a bother to your big sister. Geto briefly looks up at Gojo, who has pulled his hand away and is rifling in his bag for something. Those ice blue eyes meet his for just a moment, though, and Geto knows both he and Gojo are on the same wavelength.

If you’re afraid of being a bother, you’ll be far too scared to mention anything untoward to your big sister lest she feel like you’re the one who’s led her best friends astray. You’ll keep that sweet mouth shut in the fear that Shoko would be angry at you for leading them on and ruining a friendship. The thought is too delicious.

“Shoko said you hadn’t eaten anything today,” Gojo says, “so I picked these up on the way.”

Geto isn’t surprised to see that he pulls a box of mochi out.

“That’s not a suitable breakfast,” he sighs, but he keeps his eyes on Gojo’s long fingers as he delicately picks up one of the little round balls. “We could at least see if Shoko has any eggs or anything.” The suggestion falls flat – Geto knew it would, as he’s never actually seen Gojo cook anything. Instead, Gojo eats a mochi in one bite and looks at you.

“When you’re ill,” he says, “making yourself feel better with sweets is practically a requirement. D’you want one?”

You look at the pink mochi that Gojo holds between his fingers. You do have a sweet tooth – and your poor unbuttered slice of toast weighs heavy on your mind. You hesitantly nod, reaching out to take it – only for Gojo to laughingly tap your fingers away.

“Don’t be silly,” he says, shifting closer to you on the sofa, pulling your blanket off your legs. “I’ll feed you. We don’t want you to get fatigued, do we?”

You’re clearly nervous. Geto and Gojo can’t help but find it adorable; the way panic flares in your eyes, the way that a finger tugs at a loose thread on your shorts (now Geto has an eyeful of your thighs, it’s taking all of his willpower to keep his gaze on your face).

“G-Gojo-san,” you say, and you fight back the urge to bite your lip. “I—I’m--”

“Shh,” Gojo says, his smile not leaving his face. “Open your mouth. And you can call me Satoru, I don’t mind--”

You’re too shy to protest. You don’t want Geto and Gojo to think you’re rude, after all – you open your mouth, and Gojo presses the sweet treat into it, cooing soft noises as you take a bite and his thumb brushes your lips. You can feel the heat of him where he’s pressed against your leg radiating through your skin.

You pull your face back after taking the bite, feeling like you’re heated all over. Chew, you remind yourself, but Gojo’s eyes on you are so insistent you almost choke.

“Satoru,” Geto says, almost chidingly. “You’re scaring them.”

“Oops!” Gojo giggles and pulls back. “Sorry! I guess I can be a bit full on, huh?” He pops the other half of the mochi you’ve taken a bite from into his own mouth, one hand going up to nervously scratch the back of his neck. “Sorry if I did scare you--”

A dull edge of fear makes itself known across the back of your skull. You don’t want them to feel disappointed in you – what if they tell Shoko, and she gets mad about it? You swallow again and whisper;

“N-no, it’s fine, sorry. I’m . . . k-kinda shy, I guess?”

(As if Geto and Gojo couldn’t tell that themselves. Geto resists the urge to smile to himself; Gojo is always so good at casting them in their roles; the man is never afraid to make the first move. He’s not surprised that Gojo already has you apologising for his own transgressions. People always end up doing what the silver-haired sorcerer wants.)

“Don’t worry about it,” Gojo pats your bare leg. The gesture is supposed to be comforting; if you think that his fingers linger a little too long on how soft the plush of your thigh is, you don’t mention anything. “We don’t mind!” He chuckles, and suddenly he’s poking a finger into the roundness of your cheek. “It’s cute! Isn’t it cute, Suguru?”

Geto gives you a smile that’s all reassurance. You find yourself instinctively trusting him; calmed by his more peaceful, cool presence. It’s not that you don’t like Gojo, you tell yourself fiercely, just that he really is very intense--

“Very cute,” Geto agrees. “Not at all like Shoko.”

Because Shoko would never let Gojo continue to hand-feed mochi into her willing mouth – would certainly say something about how Gojo’s big hand splays over bare skin and his eyes keep wandering to the exposed sliver of your chest and neck. Would never let Geto come to take her temperature and say nothing when his hand stroked far too tenderly over the crown of her head.

It’s a very good thing, both of them think, that you’re nothing like Shoko.

You’re something, Geto thinks, to be handled delicately.

They could have pushed you further that first day – but both of them look at one another and come to the agreement that breaking and bending you to their will is something that needs to be taken time over. You are something to be savoured; a precious jewel that’s been under their noses the whole time, finally ready to be plucked. So they’re a little bit too physical with you, yes – Gojo says teasing things about how you’re cute and Geto gives you some of his patented slow, lazy smiles – but they don’t go too far.

When Shoko finally makes it home, she’s glad to see that you’re looking much better – when she takes your temperature, it’s very close to normal. She puts her hands on her hips and asks you if you gave her friends any trouble, and Gojo could kiss her for making things so easy for them both.

“They’re no trouble at all,” Geto says, giving you a small smile. “Feel free to call again if you need to.”

“I d-don’t need babysitting,” you say, softly. “I’m a grown-up.”

Gojo murmurs into Geto’s ear, as the two of them turn to leave; “They sure are.”

Your plea to Shoko is ignored, much to Geto and Gojo’s great pleasure. In fact, they start coming around more often in general – even when Shoko is in. Now that they’ve met you, she figures, there’s no reason trying to keep your place as a sanctuary away from jujutsu sorcery when it would be so much more comfortable for them all to be able to drop in and talk there.

Gojo and Geto are both very careful. Their eyes linger on you, their smiles curling like plumes of smoke, hands occasionally brushing you just gently enough for them to claim that it’s an accident – but never when Shoko is watching. They wait for their chance, and whilst they wait, they gently get you used to their presence. They make sure, when they can, to throw in stories of times that they’ve saved Shoko’s life – just so, when they make their grandest move, you will remember how much Shoko owes them, and keep your mouth shut about just what her friends are thinking of her sweet little sibling.

And you are sweet.

The longer they spend at yours and Shoko’s home, the more they pick up about you. They know that you’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend – once, when Shoko is in the kitchen pouring drinks, they wheedle from you that you’ve not so much as kissed another human being. You don’t seem to realise what the sight of you in form-fitting clothing does to them – they realise, a little later on, that it’s because you don’t see yourself as an object of desire.

Oh, Gojo and Geto would both disagree with that. Both of them have excused themselves to the bathroom and wrapped their hands around their shafts and thought of you – the tremulous whimper of your nervous voice, the way your eyes widen, the sight of soft fabric stretched over curves. You don’t realise that they’re ogling you when Shoko isn’t looking because you don’t think you have anything to ogle.

You’re just too cute.

So they bide their time, and they set their traps. Shoko’s an overprotective sister, sure, but she’s never been overbearing – they find out that you’re allowed to go out, whenever you want . . . you just seem to prefer to stay inside.

Geto murmurs one night that there’s no way you’re not as virginal as the driven snow, and Gojo adjusts the stricture in his jeans and has to agree. The thought of being the people to claim that innocence like a prize has both of them practically salivating.

Shoko is asked to accompany another sorcerer on a mission in Yamagata; her technique is so useful, and they’re fearful that there’s some kind of dangerous cursed spirit in the mountains that her healing may be needed for. There’s already a Grade One sorcerer there, but they need backup, and Shoko is the ultimate backup to have back at base in case of injury. It’s not too bad – a three hour train journey, four by car – but it’s an opportunity, in which you’ll be alone. Shoko won’t be home until late.

They don’t leave a trail that can be easily found. Geto drops by in the morning after Shoko has already left, ostensibly to bring her breakfast – but finds only you. You trust him enough to let him in – Shoko would never let you be outright rude to him – and the two of you share the coffee and pastries (“I’m afraid it’s Satoru’s tastes having an effect on me,” he says, mournfully, and the little smile that he wins from you is utterly thrilling. He feels it down between his thighs as he imagines you flashing him it before you get on your knees.)

“Satoru and I are going out drinking, tonight,” he says, casually – noticing how your shoulders tense at the mention of alcohol. You don’t need to know, yet, that Gojo will only be drinking melon soda. “We were wondering if you wanted to come with us.”

You peek up at him from beneath dark lashes, wetting your lip as you whisper;

“I—I shouldn’t . . .”

Geto gives you an indulgent smile. He reaches over the table, his fingers sliding up your bare knee to the softness of your thigh – it’s early enough that you’re still ruffled and sleepy in whatever you wore to bed, despite the warm cup of coffee cradled between your fingers. This time, it’s a nightgown that is trimmed with soft lace, that displays so much of the curve of your breast that Geto can barely hold himself back.

But Gojo would kill him if he got started without the other man, so he satisfies himself with letting his fingertips dip a little too close to your inner thigh, and in committing the little gasp you make to memory as he pulls back with another of those smiles.

“You can’t hide from the world forever,” he chides you. “You deserve to have a little fun, too.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you admit to him. “I don’t want to make Shoko worry about me.”

Geto’s smile doesn’t fade at all.

“You’ll be with us,” he says, as he stands. “What could be safer? We wouldn’t let anything happen to you, sweetheart.”

(They call you pet names often; every time, they revel in the strange duck of your head, the way they imagine your face heats up, the way you bite back a smile at being noticed by your big sister’s handsome friends).

“I—Are you sure?” You ask him. “I’ve never drunk or anything before.”

Oh, be still his beating heart.

“Of course,” he reassures you. “We’ll take care of you.”

If only you’d known just how different their definition of ‘taking care of you’ was going to be from what you expected.

You’ve lost count of how many glasses Geto has pushed into your hand with the reassurance that they’re not strong at all, you’re basically just drinking pure sugar. You’re pretty sure Gojo’s drunk as much of the bright green concoction he keeps ordering as you’ve drunk, and he seems fine, so you guess Geto is right and your tolerance is just really low.

The two of them had picked you up at eight, their eyes roving appreciatively over the surprisingly tight-fitting outfit you’d picked out from your wardrobe, giving you a burst of confidence. You’d bought it when you’d first started classes, imagining yourself going out drinking with your friends – but you’d tried it on in front of the mirror, once, and hated how it clung to the curves of your hips and your stomach. Geto and Gojo are very sweet as they tell you how nice you look in it – and if Gojo’s hand roves down, palming your ass as he urges you along, you assume it’s an accident because you guess you do have quite a lot of ass to be touched.

Your head feels fuzzy and warm, your skin prickling with ever-present heat as you find yourself giggling at something Gojo has said and resting your head on Geto’s arm. You pull back a little, blinking at said arm – at how Geto’s sweater clings to the tight muscles of his bicep. You giggle softly, bringing a hand up to poke at it – rock-solid. Geto tips his head to the side, giving you a smirk.

“Feel something you like, darling?” He asks you.

“It’s so hard,” you say, your syllables drawn out and slow – you, clearly, are concentrating very hard. Gojo shifts in his chair at the way you say it.

Geto’s musculature isn’t the only thing that’s hard right now.

“The rest of me is, too,” Geto murmurs, taking hold of your hand and guiding it over his chest. Gojo swallows his jealousy as you totter onto both legs to get a better feel, not realising how your skirt has ridden up to reveal the slightest flash of black lace underwear. He knows that the thigh-high socks you’re wearing have been driving Geto to distraction all night, and as you practically straddle his knee to get a feel of his pectorals, Gojo admires his self-control.

Or not. One of Geto’s hands curls around your thigh, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh. Gojo’s cock gives a twitch in what he’s wearing at the sight of it as he imagines the other man pinning spreading them wide to get at the soft, sweet space nestled betwixt them.

You giggle again.

“S-Suguru—” You slur, batting your eyelashes.

You’re plastered, Satoru realises. All of the doubles and triples (“Just sugar, I promise”) that Geto has been ordering for you have taken their toll, and you’re unsteady on your feet and giggly and bright, practically draping yourself all over Geto – and Gojo, too, he decides, wrapping his hands around your wrist and tugging you to him.

“Hey,” he says, complaint leaking into his tone. “A guy’s gonna think you don’t like him at all.”

You gasp in mock horror. You’ve never been so bold before. It’s adorable.

“O-of course I like you,” you say, your lip pushing into a pout that Gojo immediately wants to hook his fingers into so he can pry your jaw open and make you suck on his cock. “I like both of you! You’re such good friends t-to Shoko!”

That’s it. The right moment for the two of them to put their plan into motion.

“I’m afraid,” Geto murmurs, standing – two hands coming to rest on your waist. “That we like you quite a lot, too.”

Your pretty eyes widen curiously. Gojo joins in, his tone mournful.

“Maybe too much,” he sighs. “But you just have no idea what you do to us, dollface.”

“Oh,” you say, still blinking wide. “I’m sorry--”

“Yeah,” Gojo breathes, his own hands curving on your hips beneath Geto’s. Being sandwiched between the two of them makes you feel warm and important and special. “C’mere, gimme your hand—”

Gojo pulls your hand down to rest over his crotch, hissing out a gasp as your warm palm provides much-needed pressure to the hard and aching shaft between his thighs. Your mouth drops open.

“You did that,” Geto murmurs, into your neck. The pleasant buzz of alcohol seems to take on a dangerous knife edge; a wasp too close to your ear. “Can you imagine how much it’s hurting him to be that hard?”

Oh, Geto is going with the old ‘blue balls’ trick. Nobody they’ve tried to entice to their bed has fell for that since they were students – but you, sweet, naive to the ways of the world, you . . . You look at Gojo with your eyebrows all drawn in and worry etched on that pretty face that he’s cum to the thought of more times than he can count.

“Does it hurt?” You breathe. Gojo pouts and nods. “What can I do?”

“You’re so sweet,” Geto purrs. “You’re such a good little thing. You know it’s your responsibility, don’t you? That you can’t just go around getting men all riled up and not doing anything about it.”

Your throat is very dry, but you nod, whispering something that Gojo doesn’t quite hear about how you just want to help him--

Geto presses himself against your back, making you aware that his erection is going to need some tending to, too – your eyes widen even more, a touch of panic in your gaze, but Gojo sees the thoughts that flicker through your mind as if they are as clear as day.

If you don’t help them, and it hurts – what will Shoko say? That you injured her two best friends? She’s always telling you not to be a bother to them, and you can’t think of anything more bothersome than causing them pain. If this is really your fault, surely you should help them make sure it doesn’t hurt any more--

Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect. Geto wonders how long they can keep this up – you’re such an eager to please, naive thing, that he thinks the threat dangled over your head that of course Shoko would hate to know you were tempting them and then leaving them high and dry will last for far more than just this one time.

He’s counting on it, actually.

“Please,” your hands fist in Gojo’s shirt, your eyes practically trembling with tears. Your plump lower lip wobbles. “I want to h-help—”

Both of them feel their cocks throb at that. Geto chuckles against your ear, gently nipping at it with his teeth as he murmurs;

“Then I’m afraid we’ll have to take this somewhere else.”

“You’ve never sucked a dick before, huh?” Gojo is shameless as he undoes his trousers, pulls out his hard cock and gives it some cursory pumps. You’re half-dazed by the sight of it – it hadn’t been difficult to get you out of the bar, nodding at the doorman who clearly thought they were being responsible for getting you out of there before you got any more soft and giggly. He’d seen them enter with you, after all.

It wasn’t hard to get you into their shared bedroom, either – get you knelt between them on the floor, all wide-eyed and pretty with your lips soft and glossy in the darkness.

“N-no,” you confirm. “I don’t think I sh--”

“Remember,” Geto murmurs, tone glass-shard dangerous. “You did this. It’s your responsibility to do something about it.”

Your attention shifts back to Gojo’s cock. You’ve never seen one before, but you suppose – like the rest of him – Gojo’s is pretty. It’s slender but long, as pale as his skin but dusted with pink and ruddy at the tip where a bead of liquid is dribbling out of the slit. Gojo’s smiling down at you like the cat that’s gotten the cream.

“W-what if I do a bad job?” You whisper, your throat dry. Gojo chuckles.

“Don’t worry, doll,” he says, his hand curving around the back of your neck, pulling you in. “I’ll tell you how to do it. Just open your mouth, okay? Stick your tongue out.”

He taps the head of his cock on your waiting tongue, and a musky and decidedly masculine, salty taste floods your mouth. Against your will, you feel your lower body throb, as if it knows exactly what you’re doing and what it often leads up to. Gojo sighs, the hand not on you coming to rest on the back of the bed.

“That’s right,” he breathes. “Give it a few licks.” You hesitantly stick your tongue out, tracing the seam of the glans – like a kitten, unsure of its first saucer of milk. Gojo looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. Oh, your tongue feels nice on his aching shaft – but far more satisfying is the sight of finally having you where you belong, with his cock in your mouth. “Open wider – take it inside and give it a suck, yeah?” You nod, sliding yourself further along – your eyes squeeze shut for a moment, evidently not expecting to have to open your jaw so wide. You do your best to suck on his cock like a lollipop, and his hips cant forward as a soft groan of pleasure escapes him.

“Suguru,” he breathes. “their mouth is fucking incredible.”

He can practically feel your cheeks heat up from where he’s snug inside of your mouth – you’re so predictably innocent, liking being told you’re doing a good job.

“It looks it,” Geto says, amused. You’re too busy trying to keep your tongue at something vaguely resembling a rhythm to notice as he sinks to his knees beside you and his hands tug at the hem of your dress, pulling it up over your hips to reveal the black lace underwear that so enthralled them earlier.

You only gasp around Gojo’s cock when Geto gives your soft, rounded ass a sharp spank.

“What slutty underwear,” Geto murmurs. “Almost like you wanted us to see it, I’d say.”

You make a negative noise around Gojo’s cock as if to disagree with his assessment, but then his fingers are digging into the meat of your ass again and he’s chuckling.

“Maybe you’ve been a desperate little virgin this whole time, hmm?” He breathes. “Teasing us on purpose? Whatever would your sister say?”

“Don’t talk about her,” Gojo groans, the hand on your neck pulling you further in, so more of his length is stuffed into your mouth and you can barely breathe. You whine desperately, pawing at his thighs, but that just makes Gojo groan harder. “Fuck, Suguru, you’ve gotta let them suck yours--”

Clever fingers hook into your underwear, pulling them down – a soft clicking noise issuing from behind you.

“My, my,” Geto says, and there’s a lazy kind of condescension that leaks into his drawl. “Someone has been enjoying themselves.”

You jerk when one of those fingers slides over the part of you between your legs that nobody but you has ever touched; cool and long and elegant, dipping between the plump lips of your labia to gather slick on the pads of his fingertips. His hand is pulled away, and there’s the wet noise of fingers meeting mouth.

“Mm, darling,” Geto drawls. “You taste delicious.”

“Fuck,” Gojo frowns. “Loosen up, cupcake.” You look up at him with those tear-brimming doe eyes, and he sighs as he cants his hip forward and moves his other hand to rub circles on your neck. “It’s nice when you’re tight, but your throat feels like you’re gonna snap my dick off--”

He’s disappointed, you realise, dimly, through the cloud of unwanted arousal. He’s disappointed, and if he’s disappointed in you--

You will yourself to relax, and he sighs as he’s able to push another inch of himself into you.

“Much better,” he groans, his hips sliding into a rhythm now. The hand on the front of your throat doesn’t ease, though, and when his thumb brushes your larynx almost menacingly, you redouble your efforts at sucking on what you’ve been given to suck on.

Geto’s fingers are back between your legs, parting the lips of your cunt.

“Oh, you’re pretty,” he chuckles. “Untouched treasure, hmm? We’ve really lucked out on this one, Satoru.”

Gojo’s hips are simply getting faster and faster. You can feel yourself practically choking around him, your airways feeling restricted to the point of light-headedness.

“You can say that again,” Gojo groans. “Shit, angelface, better be ready--”

Your mouth is not free to ask ‘ready for what’ – instead, Gojo grabs you by the back of your neck and slams his hips against you, the head of his cock bumping against your throat as the shaft in your mouth twitches wildly and suddenly there’s a salty coating of something thick and viscous being shot directly down your throat.

“Satoru—” Geto’s voice is a frustrated groan. “Couldn’t you have held on a little longer—”

“You couldn’t if you’d seen’em sucking your cock,” Gojo pants, chasing the last dregs of his relief.

Geto murmurs;

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Be good and swallow for us, alright?”

You don’t know what else you can do, as you tearfully follow the instruction. It feels hot sliding down your throat, the salt making your mouth feel dry. Gojo, mercifully, pulls out his cock and lets you take great gulping mouthfuls of air for the first time.

You can’t breathe. You shouldn’t be doing this. Geto’s fingers, between your thighs, stroke over that nub that always seems to pulsate with need, and your entire body seems to seize up for a moment.

“That’s right,” Geto’s careful, calming drawl is right by your ear. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

He repeats the motion, fingers circling. You’re still on your knees, half-knelt over Gojo’s lap – the silver-haired sorcerer pets your cheek affectionately.

“Just relax and enjoy it,” he suggests to you. “Suguru’s incredible with his fingers. His mouth, too.” Gojo heaves a dreamy sigh. “I wonder if he’ll let me watch him eat you out, later--”

“Save some for next time,” Geto chuckles. The constant circles his fingertips are tracing onto your clit are making you feel dizzy with need – stoking a hot fire between your thighs that you’ve felt before, but never so intensely. You feel light-headed and unsure of yourself, a soft whimper of pleasure escaping you as you feel something slender and solid push inside of your cunt. “Oh,” Geto breathes. “You’re a tight fit.”

He feels you clench around the single fingertip inside of you and can barely wait to feel you clench around his cock; you whine, rocking forward as if to get away from the newly breaching digit, forgetting that it’s Gojo in front of you whose soft cock your cheek is rubbing against. The other man laughs in delight.

“Eager for more already?”

“You’re doing well,” Geto says, ignoring Gojo. “I’m going to put another finger inside of you, alright?” You make a noise that might be an affirmative, your forehead pressed against Gojo’s thigh. All of these feelings all at once are too much for you, as Geto pulls his finger almost all of the way out only to push two in beside each other on the push back in.

Your hips swivel and Gojo laughs, a hand coming to pat you on the head like a favoured pet.

“If you can’t take those,” he tells you, “you’re never going to take Suguru’s cock--”

“Don’t scare them,” Geto says, mildly. The finger playing with your clit speeds up as he curls his fingers inside of you, the fingertips brushing against a part of your inner walls that has you choking back a gasp against Gojo’s leg. If you weren’t so deeply buried in the man’s lap, you perhaps would have seen the look of pure lust that the two of them shared over your prone, boneless body.

“You’re going to cum on Suguru’s fingers,” Gojo asks, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up. Your eyes are glassy, your lips swollen. He can tell from the shake in your body and the trickle of drool sliding from the corner of your mouth that you’re close. “You’re going to cum, and you’re going to thank him for being good to you, yeah?”

Geto snorts.

“That’s not necessary,” he says. “Them cumming will be quite enough--”

You whine-whimper-moan, your hips jerking suddenly as the ball of heat in the centre of your stomach finally seems to implode upon itself and pleasure, dizzying and desperate, rushes through you. You find yourself slurring out;

“Th-thankyousuguru—”

And a bolt of heat goes through Geto at the submissive words. Alright. Perhaps from now on, it will be necessary for you thank him for letting you cum – you do sound so sweet when you’re fucked out like this.

He pulls his fingers out of you, two pairs of strong arms not quite letting you fall onto the floor. Your form is carefully moved onto the bed, rolled onto your back.

“Suck,” you hear Geto say, and you blink back the fuzz of coming to see that Gojo’s mouth is stuffed full of the two fingers that Geto had inside of you not one minute ago. The blue-eyed sorcerer moans, and you feel your stomach give a throb of arousal. You still feel so fuzzy! You still don’t know what’s going on, other than the fact that you shouldn’t be doing this but it feels so good.

Geto settles himself between your thighs, and your eyes widen as you realise that he, too, has his cock out.

His is bigger than Gojo’s; both longer and thicker, practically weeping fluid as those strong, clever hands tug you closer by your thighs.

He takes a few moments to simply touch them – to skim fingertips over the silky softness of your skin, for his thumbs to circle the wetness that soaks your inner thighs. He’s sighing as he does it, as if he’s doing something he’s wanted to do for a very long time.

“S’not fair,” Gojo grumbles. “Why d’you get to fuck ‘em first?”

“Because you’re a brat who can’t control himself?” Geto asks, raising one eyebrow. Your own mouth drops open, and you find yourself stuttering--

“P-please, s’too big--”

Geto looks at you with a touch of pity in his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes, gently. “I’m going to be careful with you.”

“S-Suguru!” Your wounded eyes seek the other man’s too. “Satoru! I—I c-can’t, I’ve never--”

“Shh.” Gojo climbs onto the bed, situating himself by your head. You’re gently manipulated, so that the same head lies in his lap. “Y’know we’d never hurt you, right?”

A hand strokes softly, reassuringly across your forehead. Geto moves closer, but panic is flaring in between all of the fuzziness and pleasure that makes you feel so frightened you can barely breathe. The cock that Geto is carefully adjusting is so big, and he’d already said one of his slim, elegant fingers was a tight fit.

“Suguru,” you whimper, again. “Please--”

“Just the tip, okay?” He says to you. “Let me just fuck you with the tip, sweetheart. Satoru got to cum in your pretty mouth, didn’t he? So don’t I deserve to get to cum too?”

That last phrase has a bite to it.

“Just because I’m their favourite,” Gojo snarks, only to be stopped by a cold look from Geto. You’ve never seen Geto look like that – he’s always gentler with you than Gojo is, pulling the flirtier, handsier man back from the brink when he can see your discomfort. You suppose, at your heart, you thought that begging Geto would perhaps make him pause in what he’s doing to you.

You have no such luck.

“You want to please me too, don’t you?” Geto asks, and – helplessly, thinking of them telling Shoko that you’re a useless brat, thinking of losing Shoko two of the only friends she has, you nod. “Good. Good.”

The very head of his cock catches against your entrance and you tense. Geto pauses, not even inside of you – and Gojo’s hands crawl over your shoulders, to gently squeeze the softness of your breasts. His cock is pressing against the back of your head, probably soaking pre-come into your hair – but he’s far too interested in the way the soft flesh of your chest gives under his fingers.

Geto pushes himself a little further forward and you whine. You can feel him, parting your sex – pushing you open wider than you’ve ever been before. Geto hisses out an epithet – but he pauses, as the head of his cock is finally swallowed up by your tight hole with a slick pop.

Relief floods your body like sweet, cold water on a desert-hot day. Geto wouldn’t lie to you. Geto has put the tip of his cock inside of you, but he’s not going to go any further. Your body relaxes. Your mouth is half open to thank him--

And he pushes himself inside the rest of the way, with one smooth, commanding motion.

You yelp, trying to launch yourself up – but you’re stopped by Gojo’s fingers, kneading into your breasts, and Geto’s hands with their strong grip upon your thighs. You’re helpless between them, as Geto pulls out and drives in again.

“Y-you promised--” You’re sniffling, whimpering, tears rolling helplessly down your face. Geto groans, his hips smoothly continuing to seek out rhythm.

“I don’t think he did, angel,” Gojo tells you. “I think you put that on him yourself – jujutsu sorcerers don’t go back on vows, y’know--!”

“I just knew you’d need some convincing,” Geto groans. “Doesn’t it feel good, sweetheart? Because you feel fucking fantastic--”

Some of his manners have been peeled away, now that he’s buried as deep inside of you as he can go. There’s an echo of Gojo’s mocking smirk in the way he’s talking to you now, hips pumping hungrily into you.

You hate, most of all, that it does feel good.

There’s still a stretch – like you’re being pushed to your very breaking point, and might split apart on the cock that’s impaling you at any moment – but it’s a good stretch, the veins and ridges of his cock stoking fires inside of you that you didn’t even realise that he was capable of.

Geto can tell that you like it, too; his face has a soft smile on it, as he looks down at you, that might almost be called tender in other circumstances.

“You can let go,” he murmurs. “I know it feels good--”

Your hips meet his. Maybe you should let go. What good is thinking too much about what they’re doing to you and whether it’s morally correct? What’s done is done – and you don’t want to make Shoko’s friends mad at you, or worse; mad at her. Geto and Gojo are both enjoying your body – and they keep reassuring you that it’s for you, that it feels good for you, that you’ve been teasing them and you should take responsibility for your actions--

“Good,” Gojo purrs. “That’s right, angel. Enjoy yourself--”

Your hips move against Geto’s as if they’re possessed by a force that you can’t see, and the other man is clearly entranced by it. Geto’s determination is single-minded, as he pumps into you – as he leans down and kisses your neck, lathes more kisses down your throat – briefly brushes those same lips against your own mouth, slick and messy with drool. When his tongue licks into the cavern behind them, you open your lips willingly, letting him explore – wondering if he can taste Gojo in you.

“Fuck, Suguru,” Gojo’s saying – but it feels very far away, like you’re hearing it underwater. “You two look so good together--”

“Next time we can fuck them together,” Geto says, his hips beginning to increase in speed. “I want a photograph of your cock in their mouth--”

You don’t even have it in you to whine, or moan protest – the slap of Geto’s hips and balls against you, the way that his toned pelvis keeps rubbing against your heated clit, is all too much for you. You’ve never done this before, and your body is already sensitive and trembling even without these two men seeming to know exactly how to play you like a finely tuned piano.

Geto fucks into you, hungrily, the wetness of your cunt and the squelch of your arousal echoing loud in the room – and you’re pushed over the edge with a final stroke, your body clenching and spasming around his cock where it’s buried inside of you.

“You cumming already?” Geto groans, his hips jerking into yours with no rhyme or reason. “Ahh, you’re even tighter--”

You feel like you’re sucking his cock in, milking it for all it’s worth – and Geto seems to agree, because you feel his cock move and then suddenly you’re being filled.

It’s just as hot and thick as when Gojo had spilled his release into your mouth, but directly inside of you this time – seeming to lie, hot and heavy, over your inner organs as Geto’s cock keeps it pressed deep inside of you. The dark-haired man collapses over you, cock still pulsing weakly, your breaths and panting intermingling into a symphony. Gojo has the sense to let go of your sore chest – the one he’s been kneading whilst Geto is fucking you, playing with your nipples until they feel raw-hot and aching.

“You did so good,” You hear Gojo say – and you don’t know if he’s talking about Geto or you.

You wake up to the insistent buzzing of your phone in your bag from the other end of the room, groaning as you lift your head and immediately panicking as everything that happened last night comes rushing back to you all at once – the memories assisted by the fact that Gojo is still wrapped around you like a limpet.

You--

You let them--

No . . . They made you let them? Everything feels so fuzzy and strange, you can’t quite get everything that happened straight in your head.

Geto isn’t in the bed. Your eyes are bleary as you see him stood in front of the window, half-dressed in sweatpants that hang low on his slim hips. You hate yourself for noticing the toned muscle in his forearms and stomach – for a little part of your mind whispering ‘at least your first time was with someone so hot--’

He’s got a phone pressed to his ear with his shoulder as he cards his fingers through his hair.

“No, I’m sorry, I meant to call you last night,” he’s saying, in that smooth, placating, wheedling voice that you think anyone would believe. “We have them with us. We went looking the minute you sent that text.”

What text? Your eyebrows scrunch again. You really need to get to your phone. You don’t want to think about Shoko worrying about you.

“They got drunk,” Geto is saying, on the line. “We found them there, so we brought them back to our place because we didn’t think it would be a good idea to leave them wandering around that part of town on their own, and ours is much closer.”

That’s . . . that’s not what happened, is it? Gojo and Geto had asked you to come out with them, reassuring you they’d take care of you, that Shoko wouldn’t mind because they were with you--

“We’ll let them sleep off the hangover,” Geto says, listening to the buzz on the other end of the phone. He inspects his nails as he talks, like he’s very bored of whatever your big sister is saying to him. “Yes, we’ll drop them off later. Goodbye, Shoko.”

He ends the call and sighs, turning to you – a smile spreading across his face as he sees you try to disentangle yourself from Gojo’s arms.

“He can be a little clingy,” Geto notes.

“M-my phone,” you say, your voice sounding very dry. “And I--”

“We’ll take you to get some Plan B,” Geto says, sighing. “We didn’t do anything you didn’t want, darling.”

That sounds wrong, too. You distinctly remembering sighing, whimpering that you shouldn’t be doing this – nodding, in the end, because you didn’t want Shoko to be mad at you for driving them away. Does that count as wanting them to do that with you?

Geto picks up your phone from inside the abandoned bag. His thumb flicks quickly over the screen – you don’t see him deleting the texts.

(Big Sis) 10:05PM: just got home?? where r u (Big Sis) 10:30PM: hey???????? (Big Sis) 11:11PM: this isnt funny (Big Sis) 11:11PM: this isnt like u (Big Sis) 11:20PM: pls just call me when u get these ok?? (Big Sis) 11:30PM: im gonna ask someone 2 look for u (Big Sis) 11:35PM: pls come home soon im worried about u (Big Sis) 11:40PM: (You Missed A Call) (Big Sis): 11:45PM: (You Missed A Call) (You Missed A Call) (You Missed A Call) (You Missed A Call)--

He deletes all of the ones from last night, leaving a few messages about missed calls just so you’re not suspicious about why your phone was going off so much, before he hands it to you just as a final text comes in. 

(Big Sis): 8:35AM: u are in so much trouble. u are so lucky that satoru n suguru found u, if u make any more shit for them i will be so mad

You swallow. Geto reads the text casually over your shoulder and bites the inside of his cheek to stop the grin from taking over his face – Shoko really has no idea what she’s doing, does she? She doesn’t know that her text is just going to remind you that you’re more trouble than you’re worth and that it’s far, far more important to not be a bother to her best friends than to keep a handle on your own virtue.

Geto reaches out, tenderly cupping your face, pulling your chin towards him. You blink your eyes at him, blown wide like the eyes of a doe, a soft noise of surprise and fear falling from your lips. He notices how inviting your lips look, and can’t resist dragging his thumb over the pillow of the lower one.

“You don’t want to be any trouble, do you?” He murmurs. “You just want to make sure everyone is happy, hmm? That’s a very noble position to take.”

Gojo stirs. Hands slide along your bare hips, a soft hum coming from behind you, a pair of lips gently brushing your shoulder blades as those same hands slide over the pudge of your stomach to take hold of your breasts, thumb and forefingers pinching your nipple and making you gasp.

“Heh,” Gojo murmurs. “You’re still so sensitive, huh? Y’know, assholes will take advantage of someone who doesn’t know what they’re doin’--”

“He’s right.” Geto leans in, brushing cool lips against yours. He tastes like fresh toothpaste – your own mouth tastes like ash as the weight of what you let them do to you comes crashing in on all sides. “Good job you have us then, hmm? To teach you the ways of the world?”

Gojo’s fingers don’t stop teasing your nipples, sending shivers of electric sparks down to the space between your thighs – making your breathing quicken, your thighs press together against your will in search of friction.

“You know we’re just being good friends, doin’ this for you, yeah?” Gojo nips at your earlobe. “You’re so cute, angel. Someone could take advantage of a naive lil’ thing like you any time--”

The hand not cupping your chin delves between your thighs, Geto’s fingers practised and elegant as he slides one inside of your already wet cunt. You make a gurgling noise, your eyes filling with tears even as your thighs part wider for him.

“Hush,” Geto murmurs against your mouth. “We’ll make you feel so good, again. And then you can help us. After all . . . What was it Shoko said?” His fingers crook inside of you, rubbing against that sweet spot in your walls that has you seeing stars. “Ah. That’s right. Don’t make any more shit for us.” He chuckles under his breath. “You’re lucky, right?”

With Gojo’s hard cock digging into your back and Suguru’s insistent fingers stroking pleasurable blooms of heat forth between your thighs, you still don’t feel it.

[yolelejiju]

big sister shoko and her horrible friends thought

tw: dub/non-con, gaslighting, manipulation, not sfw beneath cut

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[yolelejiju]

Because I'm the Weakest

Pairing: yandere!Satosugu x fem!reader

Warnings: Rape/non-con, Dead dove, darkfic, dissociation, trauma, rape fantasy, rape aftermath, vomiting (not during sex), unhealthy relationships, non-consensual drug usage, drugged sex, canon typical violence, sexism, implied/referenced alcohol usage/abuse

Contains: F/M/M, spitroasting, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, blow jobs, face-sitting, come play, overstimulation, voyeurism, slight size kink, humiliation/degradation, vaginal fingering, mentioned Nanami.

Word count: ~6,5k

Summary: Growing up as a female sorcerer has not been easy, especially when you are overshadowed by two prodigies. You used to form a tight-knit friend group, but now in adulthood everyone battled their own demons whether it be a god complex or feelings of inferiority. Gojo Satoru revives a group chat that was almost long forgotten, inviting you and his boyfriend for a long weekend, just like the old days. Before the regrettable night, you wouldn't have ever thought that you'd need to raise a fist against a friend.

A/N: Hey everyone, another fic but this time featuring our two favorite dudes with insanity turned to the max. This fic is once again full of warnings and proceed with caution and read the tags! Remember to take care of yourself. Otherwise enjoy and feel free to like and comment <3

read on ao3 PART II

“Booring,” Satoru complained audibly as he looked through the streaming services’ different movies and series. The little icons changed from bombshell babes to twisted faces with titles written in blood. He was sprawled over the corner of a ridiculously huge couch and he was wiggling his foot as a nervous tick of his. He wasn’t wearing his usual garb, instead he had opted for something more relaxed and comfortable.

“If you’re so bored you should help us out in the kitchen,” Suguru sighed, his black hair draping over his shoulders, still slightly wet from the shower he had taken earlier. When you had pointed out that he was leaving droplets of water everywhere where he went, Suguru had just smiled at you and told you that it’s better for hair to air dry.

He held a knife in his right hand and the other one held onto a cucumber to keep it in place. His fingers were slender but by no means unmanly. Suguru wasn’t too fixated on the vegetable in front of him, chopping away with confidence only experience would provide.

“And where would the fun be in that since I got you two as my private chefs?” Satoru pouted as he shoveled candy in his face.

“You’re going to lose your appetite, if you eat candy now,” you chimed in, poking the halloumi that kept on sizzling on the pan. The water evaporated in a mist that warmed your cheeks in the cool apartment. It wasn’t actually cold in the open plan kitchen, but you had spent long enough in front of the appliances to break a sweat.

“I’d eat it anyway,” the white haired man whined as he got up from the couch finally settling on a tv series that started playing mindlessly in the background. “So, what am I supposed to do?” He asked after grabbing a piece of pomegranate from a small see through bowl. He walked behind you both like a shark, eyeing the ingredients and you, uncomfortably close.

“Set the table and learn to bitch less,” you joked.

“You wound me,” Satoru said, feigning sadness, but did as he was told.

The three of you were residing in an apartment that Satoru had bought himself from one of the skyscrapers surrounding Tokyo. After Jujutsu High it had gotten increasingly hard for the three of you to meet as adult responsibilities weighed heavily on both of their shoulders, – especially Satoru’s, but you saw the similar pain carried in Suguru just as well.

You were not weak, but you could not compare to the two prodigies. On the days when you felt down, the pain of third wheeling constantly ate you up, sometimes so much so that you rather left the two men talking together in the group chat. It furthered the wedge between you and them, until the messages became sparse and you almost could pretend not to know them.

It had been six months since the last time you met, but one day Satoru broke the silence and a notification popped up from your shared chat. It had taken you by a surprise, you were vaguely aware that even him and Suguru had issues with fitting each other in their lives, due to individual missions and what not. So the fact that Satoru decided to deliberately send a message to you as well, got you anxiously excited. He reached out to you. You. A high school friend that barely kept in touch with him.

“Guys! I refuse to work this weekend so come to my place. Let’s have a get together like the good old times ❤️ ❤️?? A little sleepover if you will!”

“Lol what about the higher ups?” Suguru had asked, typing back way too fast.

“Actually never mind I don’t want to be made into an accomplice in your crimes,” Suguru had continued.

“Am I invited too?” You had asked, hands shaking slightly as you stared at the bright screen, already tucked into bed. It was late, but Satoru was a known night owl.

“Damn, what have I done to earn this type of reputation 😭” Satoru complained, reacting to both your and Suguru’s message. You could hear his voice as if he was there in the same room as you.

“Of course you are invited, silly. I wouldn’t send this here if you weren’t.”

So now you were there, living an almost ridiculously domestic life with the couple that you had been hanging out with ever since you were sixteen. They had not changed too much. They were still both tall and slender but years had rid them of the rest of the baby fat as they started to resemble more men than boys, vigorous fighting showing in their bodies in an ever gained muscle mass. You supposed you were the same too. Battle hardened. That’s the word you were looking for.

You were just about to sit down but you saw long limbs reaching out to the white chair pulling it backwards. You looked at Satoru with a raised eyebrow. He was acting weird.

“What? I’m a host. I’m being hospitable,” he said, voice melodic as he pressed his hand on your shoulder to pet your arm reassuringly a few times. Suguru laughed quietly as he sat down next to Satoru.

You ate and drank, buzzing with energy. It was like no time had passed and you wondered why did you ever stop talking to these two. After a drink or two you were brave enough to ask for some hot gossip. Like every high school friend, you went through old drama, like how ugly Nanami’s haircut used to be.

“Has Nanami found love yet?” You had asked. He seemed like the type to find a decent relationship first out of all of you, but to everyone’s surprise it was these two men.

“Do you still have a crush on him? I heard that he’s quite a looker nowadays” Suguru bounced a question back at you with a smile tugging on his lips. It was that one expression that looked a tad too kind.

“No, I don’t. I was just curious,” you tried to move on from the subject. You did not really discuss your relationship history with these two, at least not anymore.

“Why?” Suguru asked, leaning on the hand he had placed on the table. The atmosphere felt off, it was as if he was challenging you. You looked at Satoru who seemed to be equally as interested in your answer.

You scratched your neck awkwardly.

“I- I think he’s too soft,” you said blushing at the implication of your words. You had turned your gaze to your almost empty bowl, your mind going to improper places. As you were buried in your embarrassment, Satoru and Suguru shared a silent look with each other.

At some point during the evening you had moved to the white haired man’s bedroom. He wanted to show you the view from the window since he lived on the 30th floor. It was magnificent. The busy streets were bustling even during the night and you stared at the small lights that blinked in different colors. Your eyes followed the cars that swerved left and right as some people were gathered up in front of bars for a smoke break. You barely could make them out from the height you were in.

Satoru’s bedroom was basically the size of someone’s apartment. The bed was huge and sleek, unlike the common area. This room was a lot moodier and darker and it actually showed that he lived here, small bits and bobs decorating shelves and few paintings were hung up on the wall that you reckoned were Suguru’s taste.

Your drinks had changed from light cocktails to expensive red wine that you were almost scared to consume, but when Satoru saw hesitation in you he made a point to assure you that it’s all on him and after that almost instantaneously Suguru asked you something, leaving you no room to overthink.

The uneasiness still followed you. It was a gut feeling that you were really bad at listening to. You did not believe you were in danger – at least you’d like to think that as a jujutsu sorcerer you’d be trained to recognize threats by now. Luckily the red wine relaxed you, lulling you to the feeling of safety.

The volume of music was loud as the three of you listened to some throwback songs that still made you shamelessly want to dance. You were celebrating embarrassingly in Satoru’s room laughing, swaying your bodies along with the beat. It was as if you were in a club, except this was way more intimate. The world spinned around you, the warm lights mixed with the glimpses of the night sky and the longer outlines of your friends. You felt light, time slowing down and going overspeed at the same time as if you were alone on the highway. Your friends’ smiles stretched on their faces, eyes twinkling manically as both of the men appeared to you in double. Eventually when you tired each other out the whole group collapsed on the bed still humming happily. Satoru’s bed was plush and big enough to have room for the three of you.

You noted the way the silk felt like a warm hug underneath you, the ceiling moving like a slithering snake’s skin on savannah.

Satoru was lying on his back on the left side of you, his white hair now more tousled than before whereas Suguru was on the right leaving you in the middle of the two men.

“I think we should play a question game,” Satoru’s voice was bordering on a whisper. The music had stopped.

You stayed silent. “Satoru, I’m not feeling too good,” you managed to say. The bed was a ship and you were a passenger of the sea.

“I didn’t know you’re that lightweight,” Satoru’s hand reached out to your head to pet you, the gesture meant to lower your guards, but in your ever increasing discomfort, his touch only managed to make your skin tingle with aversion.

“Just humor us for a bit, it could be like the good old days, right?” Suguru argued, flashing a dead smile at you.

“Okay, whatever. Ask me something,” you rolled your eyes, too tired to fight them in your weird mental and physical stage.

“Hmm,” Satoru turned to his side to face you, his blue gaze piercing yours as you were still laying on your back. You had no idea when he had removed his sunglasses. You heard Suguru moving next to you as well. “What do you mean by Nanami being too soft?” The way Satoru laid down the question was impish.

The tone of the conversation had taken a full one-eighty and you opened your mouth to answer with only lies on the tip of your tongue, but then you decided against that. Those two had a very good bullshit radar.

“Do you want to hear what I think?” Satoru grinned playfully as he licked his plump lips once.

“I think Nanami would bore you out of your mind, missionary on Mondays without the lights on? Ugh, I wouldn’t want that for my worst enemy,” he said, laughter hollow full of malice. You couldn’t believe your own ears.

“I think you want it rough and behind that tough girl act, there’s an insatiable woman with some wild fantasies,” he blabbered his obscene thoughts. “Tell me, have you ever had sex with two men?” Gojo’s voice was loud and it was as if he was talking to you from a speaker that had been locked in another room. He was too close, too far away and simultaneously too here.

“What the-” you got cut off.

“Don’t curse. It’s unseemly from a woman,” Geto said calmly.

“Answer me,” Gojo demanded. During high school you would have described Gojo’s eyes as a beautiful spring day. You would have said that he reminded you of blue skies with perfectly white fluffy clouds, but now his eyes had turned to something much paler and darker. They reminded you of deep untouched snow drifts turned to blue in the moonlight as they sparkled ominously, waiting for the first little animal that dared to break the pristine condition.

“What did you do to me?” Your voice was not your own, it was weak, the accusation of your words turning dull as the red wine you had drank earlier sanded the edges away.

“Nothing permanent,” Geto said.

His admittance striked terror in you. Realization hit you, you were not safe here and you felt the familiar warmth flowing in you like a second nature. You manipulated the cursed energy, channeled it and let it flow steadily in your body guiding the power to your hands, but something in it felt unstable, it felt like a chord that was almost broken just barely connecting.

“Did you know that some drugs really affect the ability to use cursed energy? Not that it would matter in your case,” Geto explained, his voice overflowing around you, sticking to your skin like honey.

“Fuck you!” You yelled letting out a gust of wind to both sides, throwing the two men away from you. They landed nimbly to the floor, like cats, as you yourself hopped up from the bed, your vision blurred, walls moving back and forth, small figurines on the shelves changing color others dancing in front of your eye lids. Your head ached, pain banging against your skull, gnawing at the nerve endings that sent panic infused messages across your body, screaming: Stop moving!

“Oh so you want to spar? Go on then, show me what you have,” Geto purred.

It was a pathetic attempt in your current state. Your feet took you towards the door that Geto had come to protect. Hands and feet clashed together in close combat as you drew your cursed energy that was flickering unevenly in your body. Every time you got too close to escaping either Geto or Gojo kicked you further away.

The white haired bastard wasn’t even using his infinity which only added salt to your wounds. He deliberately chose to prance around you, letting you at times touch him a wild smile on his face. There was no cursed energy, no flashy techniques, just you and two overpowered men.

“Do you remember what they said in school when facing someone stronger than you?” Gojo asked, dodging your fist.

“Don’t be a hero,” Geto grabbed your arm and twisted it painfully behind you. “Contact someone better equipped to handle it,” he said and shoved you forwards with a force so great that you staggered towards Gojo’s table with the MacBook wobbling with force earning a “Hey, that’s my computer!” protest from the man himself.

The lights went out with a sound of shattering glass, leaving the three of you enveloped in the darkness, only city lights illuminating the room. Disorientated by the sudden change in environment you froze, breathing heavily as the two men practically surrounded you. Gojo appeared in front of you not a hair out of place.

“And with that, you’re dead. You really should not get distracted during training,” the white haired man shared his advice talking to you with the same tone he used on his pupils. “Truce?” He offered his hand.

You looked up. There was something sinister about the way they hovered over you. Geto’s beautiful prince-like features had turned harsh and angular, the shadows sharpening his face even more. You swallowed a bunch of bile, the effects of forcing yourself to move taking place.

“The power disparity is too big,” Geto said. He almost pitied you. You were a smart girl, you’d figure the best move soon.

You grabbed the hand bitterly. Gojo helped you up and Geto wrapped his arm around your waist when you were about to fall again.

“Careful,” he mumbled, his hand trailing underneath your shirt. His touch felt cold against your burning skin that was damp from sweat. “We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he taunted.

“Take her shirt off. I’ve waited long enough,” Gojo said impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor.

“Always so demanding,” Geto chuckled as he worked your shirt up, unclasping your bra unceremoniously, your breasts now free for the two men to ogle.

“Perfect tits,” Gojo said as he pawed at you and played with your nipples. You were completely overwhelmed and out of energy. Luckily, you did not have to stand on your own as Geto helped you to stay up his hands unzipping your jeans.

“Why me?” You squeaked your head drooping in defeat as you looked at Geto’s hand that vanished underneath your panties, your trousers still on you. Your question went unanswered.

“Satoru I think you might have been right about your theory,” You felt Geto’s smile on your neck as he referenced the earlier conversation regarding Nanami.

“Really? Is she wet?” Gojo asked curiously.

“Soaking,” Geto said as he explored your soft folds with ease. “Did fighting us make you feel better about what’s going to happen? At least you can tell your friends that you did not break easy,” Geto mumbled onto your skin pressing kisses to your neck, his hand still working on you going up and down tantalizing on your slit.

Gojo dropped to his knees pulling down the rest of your clothes. A whimper left your mouth as you shook your head powerlessly.

“Lift her leg up,” Gojo instructed. Geto slid his hand behind your right knee, lifting it up till you were wobbling on one foot as you leaned on him for support. The white haired man had his lips slightly apart as he looked in awe at the sight unfolding in front of him. His mouth was watering as Geto maneuvered his hand back to your folds, spreading them in front of Gojo’s face so that his boyfriend could take a long hard look at everything you were offering.

You saw the gears turning in Gojo’s head as his expression turned to a mischievous one. “I want her to sit on my face,” he licked his lips and made his way to the bed, throwing the shirt on the floor.

“Can you move?” Geto asked as he let go of your leg, holding onto your trembling body. He tipped your head towards him, his face looking almost worried. It reminded you of the old times, but this was not the old Suguru. This was someone new. Twisted.

He helped you to the bed, where Gojo had been waiting, completely naked, his chest heaving in anticipation. Your eyes scanned him from head to toe, stopping at his cock that had already started to curve upwards. It already looked big, bigger than anything you had ever taken.

“Like what you see baby? Cause me too,” Gojo said jokingly. “Well, come here then or do you want to fuck us dry? Because I’m fine with that,” he hurried you, the threat looming over you.

You climbed on top of him, saddling his face. Gojo’s hands immediately grabbed at your ass, pulling you towards his mouth. You could imagine the pink tip of his tongue trying out where you were the most sensitive. He was too impatient to tease you, quickly finding the bundle of nerves that was begging for his attention. He lapped at it as obscenely wet noises filled the room. Gojo sucked on your clit and you moaned loudly, throwing your head back, a sheen layer of sweat on you.

You felt him hum into your cunt as you felt the weight shift behind you on the mattress, Geto’s hand moving on Satoru’s length, pumping it roughly.

“You see, Satoru here is a bit of a munch. He is loud during the day, but put a cock in his mouth and it works wonders at silencing him. Apparently he likes the taste of pussy too,” Geto said with a devious smile on his lips. Gojo groaned animalistically into your wet heat as the black haired man felt his own hardness straining against his boxers. It took everything in his power to not to take off his clothes and fuck you till you were cock drunk and babbling incoherently, but he had too much fun playing with you.

“How does it feel like having the strongest sorcerer lapping you up like a regular man?” Geto’s voice was just a hush in your ear. “Men and women around the globe are going to be jealous when they hear that Gojo Satoru wanted to stick his dick in you,” Geto taunted you both as his hand focused on rotating around Satoru’s tip, spreading out the drops of precome around his cock. Satoru bucked his hips up involuntarily.

You came. Hard. You thrashed around Gojo’s head as the man between your legs held onto you stubbornly, licking and sucking through your orgasm. You felt something warm trickling straight to his face as the pressure in the lower half of your body exploded. Your voice was high pitched and desperate as you rode his face till you were sore, your already weak legs giving out.

Gojo pushed you off of him, gasping for air, pupils blown out in arousal. His face glistened in your juices and his saliva.

“You know what, for a man who’s shaming me for being talkative, you sure speak a lot yourself Suguru,” he pointed out. Suguru laughed, honest to god laughed, his eyes squinting contently as Satoru pulled him into a kiss.

There was something incredibly erotic watching the two men, knowing that Geto would taste the remnants of you as their lips smacked together messily. Their bodies tangled together, black hair flowing around white as Gojo buried his hand in Geto’s luscious strands. Gojo pulled his boyfriend’s face up gently exposing the bobbing Adam's apple that he kissed reverently. It was now Geto’s turn to saddle Gojo.

“I think you need to take your clothes off. Give her a little show,” Satoru said, biting into the skin on Suguru’s clavicle as his hands fumbled with the black haired man’s belt that opened with a clink.

Geto pulled his black t-shirt over his head, his taut muscles flexing. It felt like forever when Gojo caressed the man on top of him, his face in a constant grin. He took down the boxers inch by inch until Geto’s cock sprang out after being suppressed inside his clothes for too long.

“Get on fours,” Gojo ordered as you clumsily did what he told you to. He moved behind you whereas Geto took place in front of you.

“Arch your back.”

You stretched yourself, lowering your torso and propping your butt up almost as if you were offering yourself on a silver platter. Gojo’s hand came down to your ass with force making your body jerk when he dug his nails on the soft skin.

“Wow, you must fuck a lot of dudes judging by how low you can go. If I knew you were a whore, I would have bent you over earlier,” he laughed, his finger prodding on your entrance.

Geto pulled you from your hair. It wasn’t the nice kind of pain that came when one would grab them near the scalp; instead it stung like hell, when Geto yanked your head up, putting you on the perfect level of his cock.

Gojo inserted one finger simultaneously inside you and almost immediately added another. You whined as his fingers scissored you open, your lips almost touching the head of Geto.

“You know, I get to lie with this amazing man every day. Show him the same respect as I do,” Gojo said. Had you not been caught up in their fucked up power play, their love for each other would have truly warmed your heart.

Geto’s thumb stroked your cheek as if to apologize for what was about to happen. He let his hand trail down to your bottom lip, swiping across it gently.

“Open.”

Satoru pushed his hand almost knuckles deep into you, a guttural moan making its escape from your lips as he used his hand to finger fuck you. Geto used your opening mouth to his advantage to stuff his cock in you. He was huge, your jaw already hurting. His tangy taste spreaded in your mouth as he softly rocked back and forth, not wanting to choke you just yet.

You hollowed out your cheeks and focused on the tip of his cock as you used one of your hands to touch what you could not fit. Geto’s eyes were half lidded as he guided your head to a rhythm that he liked as you squirmed underneath Gojo’s touch.

Gojo removed his hand from you leaving you empty, you almost missed the sensation of him, but soon felt the man behind you poking your folds with something much bigger than his fingers. You mewled in panic when he entered you, your eyes widening in shock. God he was huge.

“Focus. Eyes up here,” Geto said, patting your cheek with an open palm. The way you looked up at him made Suguru feel close to high, your pupils widened to the size of a plate, eyes glistening in tears that you held back, still holding onto a sliver of pride. Brave girl, he thought to himself.

Gojo fucked you sloppily, squelching, slapping and your gurgling filling the room as both the men used your body to chase their own highs. You felt like you were drowning and when one withdrew the other one rammed into you without a second thought. It was hard to keep your attention on Geto when his boyfriend did everything in his power to make your task at hand challenging, when his long cock grazed upon that one spot inside you from time to time.

“I’m going to finish in your mouth,” Geto was out of breath, his grip tightened around your skull. Gojo groaned behind you with his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure that you’d have handprints tattooed on your skin by the end of this night.

Geto’s movement got erratic, his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag around him painfully. The black haired man relished in the wet warmth your mouth provided him. He was panting as pleasure coursed through him, your despaired moans only driving him further. Hot stripes of his come coated your mouth. You wanted to spit it out, or swallow it, anything to get rid of it as your face soured in disgust.

“Keep it in your mouth,” he advised as he pulled out of you. You almost wanted to spit it on his face as an act of defiance. Geto smiled at the confrontational look on your face as if he knew what you were thinking. “Good girl,” he purred when you had decided not to go against him.

Gojo flipped you quickly around to lie on your back, your legs floating in the air awkwardly as he entered back into you swiftly. He pulled you in a feverish kiss, his soft lips slightly swollen. His tongue prodded inside your mouth, Suguru’s come spreading into his mouth as you explored each other. It felt disgusting, playing with someone’s fluids like this, but somehow it made your cunt clench around your white haired high school friend.

There was something deeply primal in the way Gojo drove into you, his head almost resting on yours as he fucked you deep and hard. You were vaguely aware of Geto’s eyes following the act in front of him, admiring the way Satoru’s muscles moved with every move, drinking up the disheveled look on you.

Satoru’s hips came to halt as he plastered his seed on your walls, making sure that he wasn’t too deep, keeping his thrusts shallow enough so he could see him leaking out of your used cunt.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, spent, the after glow warming him. “You didn’t come right?” He asked you, feeling slightly tired.

“No, but it doesn’t matter,” you rasped out your throat feeling hoarse after the abuse it had taken. Frankly you wanted to sleep as well.

“Suguru, can you help her out? I want to watch,” Gojo said as he fluffed the pillow underneath him to get into a comfortable position as if he was about to open the television and watch his favorite show.

“If you hold onto her other leg,” he said as he propped your left leg around his waist and Gojo took hold of your right one. You were helpless and unable to protect yourself when you tried to squirm away from the two devious men.

Geto’s nimble fingers gathered up Satoru’s come that was trickling down between your cheeks. He pushed it back inside you, moving his fingers slowly without a hurry in the world. It reminded you of the calm before a storm.

“You’re going to give us one more right?” Geto’s voice was reassured when he added another finger into you, thumb trailing to your sensitive clit. He knew just what to do, to get you fast back to the edge that you were teetering on earlier, already feeling overstimulated from the rough treatment you had gotten. His fingers made a come-hither movement hitting precisely your g-spot.

Gojo held onto you whispering sweet nothings to your ear, his thumb caressing your thigh. He was gentle, his touch light, eyes half lidded as he enjoyed the small whimpers coming from your mouth. He spoke to you, told you how much he had wanted you from the beginning. He spoke of how he saw that you wanted him – them. Gojo let you know how well you were doing, taking what they dished out to you, how you were brave and oh so good. He attempted to bury you in his twisted love, six feet underground, anxiety and arousal covering Geto’s fingers.

It was too overwhelming. Gojo next to you, Geto between your legs, your world still spinning around you, overstimulating touch and a coil about to snap. You wailed hollowly as you came apart on Suguru’s fingers one last time.

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It was deep in the night, around two AM to be precise. You had shot your eyes open as the wave of nausea hit you. The two men had fallen asleep cuddling each other, limbs tangled on each other. You got up as quickly as you could, your head ache punishing you from your choices, stomach churning dangerously.

With a pitter patter from your naked feet, you carried yourself to the extravagant bathroom, barely having time to put the lights on as your nausea took over.

You doubled over the toilet seat, emptying your stomach of your earlier dinner and whatever else your friends had slipped in your drink. You held onto your hair desperately trying not to make a mess. A warm hand landed on your fist bunching up the rest of your hair gently.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” Suguru said affectionately, stroking your head. “Let it all out. You’re going to feel better soon.”

The acidic taste filled your mouth once again as if it was reacting to Suguru’s company. Your body forced you to throw up stomach fluids after having nothing else in it.

The way he took care of you brought up memories of the times you had taken one too many drinks, after your partner of that time had broken up with you. You remembered the way he had held you crying, snot and tears covering his shirt as you broke down.

The sound of water pouring into a glass echoed on the walls and you heard the rattle of an ice drawer disturbing the silence.

“You should drink this,” Satoru showed up leaning on the door frame, offering the glass to you. You hesitated.

“It’s just water.” He said and took a sip as if it would prove you anything. “See?”

You grabbed it from his hand, when you decided that you didn’t care anymore, downing the entire glass in almost one swing. The cold scraped your tender throat punishingly. You should have drank more slowly.

Waking up after the night had turned to day, the windows no longer covered by the blinds. You did not remember a lot of the act, except vomiting, but that came afterwards. The city was already moving fast, a new day offering new opportunities and new exciting journeys.

You felt physically a lot better, still weird, but you no longer felt like collapsing to the ground nor did you see things twice. It was almost like you had a hangover. You looked around Gojo’s room rolling on the bed that was empty feeling relieved of having space.

There were still signs of yesterday's fighting, but random shards had been taken care of and the lightbulb changed into a working one. You had your own pajamas on you, not having the slightest idea when and how you got into your clothes. Feeling nervous you got out of the bedroom walking to the toilet to empty your bladder. As you wiped, you felt around your crotch, searching for the remainder of different body fluids. You had cleaned yourself up. Or someone had.

You washed your hands, scrubbing them together with fervor, pumping out a heap of soap on your palm.

You repeated it once.

Twice.

Until your skin was scrubbed dry.

You looked at yourself in the mirror just to see familiar features, but not anyone you could recognize. You opened the overnight bag that you had left on the side of the sink to brush your teeth and spit out the foaming toothpaste. A smell of dough frying on the pan wafted to your nose as you heard commotion from the kitchen.

You took steps to the living room to find Suguru in front of the stove flipping pancakes as Satoru was hunched over a pile of strawberries nibbling on them happily. Upbeat rock played in the background as the two men joked around and chatted. You stared at them, something seething in you.

“Good morning! We’re making brunch,” Suguru exclaimed as he flipped a pancake over “Do you want coffee or tea?”

Nails bit into your skin as you clenched your fists together hard, your knuckles turning to white as anger turned on like a switch. You wanted to rage, go absolutely berserker, throw things at them, scream how dare you over and over. Some part of you also wanted to forget the night, pretend that it’s a nightmare, sit down with them to eat some fucking brunch.

“What if I tell someone,” it wasn’t really a question that you wanted them to answer.

“And what would you achieve with that?” Gojo retorted, popping a ridiculously big strawberry in his mouth, leaving the green stem outside as he bit down, the trash floating to the table.

Suguru placed the now ready pancake onto the white plate. He grabbed the black ladle to pour more mixture on the warm pan, before he started speaking calm but collected. It was this matter of fact tone that he used as if he was disappointed in your stupidity since he was always speaking the truth. The audacity of men or something like that.

“You know first hand how some clans look down on women, not believing that women should be sorcerers in the first place. So how do you think these powerful people are going to react to you saying that two of the strongest sorcerers assaulted you?” He mused, the conversation reminding you of ethics class where people discussed your human rights as a starter dish, completely disregarding that they were talking about real lives.

You knew how those types of people would react. They would see it only as normal, a woman’s place as a breeding machine, your sorcerer blood and womb more precious than your soul. They would argue that you were lucky or maybe that you had asked for it. Besides, it wasn’t exactly atypical of people in your line of work going insane, the trail of dead comrades keeping one up for countless nights. And who better to take anger out on than the people who are perceived as less.

“Even if they did believe you, it wouldn’t change our life at all. They need our skills and well, his money,” Suguru continued as Satoru grabbed three coffee cups and placed them on the kitchen island. As if, you were staying. “It would change yours though.”

That’s when realization hit you. They were the type of evil that were completely aware of their sins. They knew exactly what was right and wrong, but they simply did not care, the world as their oyster.

“You’re insane,” a tear rolled down your eye, your body trembling like a leaf.

“Not denying that one,” Satoru quipped, not taking anything serious like usual.

“If you want to, you can leave. You are free to run your mouth however you want, block our numbers, whatever makes you sleep better. Or you can eat some pancakes as friends and have powerful allies for the rest of your life,” Geto said. “I’ll ask again, coffee or tea?”

You bit your lip as the conflicted emotions flashed through your face. You despised that you viewed them still as your friends as much as your enemies. It was weird to love someone who had hurt you in one of the most violating ways possible.

“Coffee,” you mumbled as you sat down on the bar stool hanging your hands on your sides as Suguru poured the dark liquid on the blue cup.

“We got you Plan B too,” Satoru said, throwing the cardboard box into your hands. “You should take it. I’m not ready to be a father,” he added.

You fumbled the package open, popping out the small pill on your hand. You didn’t know how they knew that you weren’t on birth control nor did you really care. You placed the tablet on your tongue taking generous gulps of water as the couple continued on cooking.

Music played as the sun shone brighter, lighting up the whole kitchen, furniture basking up in the natural glow. You ate in peace, mainly Satoru and Suguru talking together but every once in a while you added something in the conversation. You fell quickly back to the old habits, maybe at times chuckling at their stupid jokes.

You pushed away the night. You tucked it in a corner of your mind that you did not dare to look at for many weeks to come. You were just three old high school buddies catching up, nothing more. The flashbacks you saw were not yours and the long weekend continued on as a happy sleep over.

[yolelejiju]

Truth or Dare?

Starring Bully Gojo and Geto

Synopsis- It’s freshmen year of college and for Gojo and Geto the year has been a little too boring—sure it’s only the first semester but c’mon it’s their first year being university students so why not make the year unforgettable? And for that reason they find themselves playing a dangerous game of truth or dare with their friends—a game that led them to YOU,their best form of oh so interesting entertainment.

Warning’s-noncon,dubcon,spitting,hair pulling,slapping,slight fingering,misogynistic behavior,filming noncon, double penetration,extreme humiliation,pussy eating,heavy degrading, creampie,breeding kink, multiple sexual scenes(not really sex happening),stalking,yandere,obsessive behaviors,thigh fucking, fatphobia,abuse of power(Gojo’s money and Geto’s connections),pussy slapping,emotional manipulation,blackmail,shoe licking,shoe fucking,extremely humiliating acts ,hairy pussy,stalking,rimming,loss of virginity,EXTREMELY SADISTIC BEHAVIOR!! TW THIS IS ALL FICTION! ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ CHUBBY READER!

Wc-7.8k(Guys I cut off 6k more words to shorten the fic😭)

“Truth or dare?”

A white haired man turns to a man with long raven black hair,"What do you think Sugu'? Truth or dare?"

The male hums in thought,"I think truth,after all it's only the beginning of the game." Snow like hair bobs in acknowledgment,"Okay,we pick truth."

A wide smirk grows on the integrators face,"How many bitches have you fucked together?" Geto chuckles,"Do you always have to be so uncouth Naoya?" The said man shrugs,"That doesn't matter,just answer the fuckin question."

Geto decides to humor the man,for his and his best friends entertainment mostly. "Gojo how many would you say?" Gojo sighs—lazily leaning his lanky yet muscled frame against the back of a beat up couch. "Since we get here...uhhh probably like four. In high school probably like six."

"You've ever filmed any of em?" Naoya asks. Geto raises a neatly done brow up,"Why are you asking?" Naoya rolls his eyes,"I'm just askin there's no real reason behind it."  Gojo looks at Geto from the side of his eye,"Sugu' it's not that big of a deal to answer. Plus it's not like we have filmed any of them."

"I guess." Mutters Geto. Gojo loudly claps his hands and paints on a goofy smile onto his face. "Anyways...Naoya truth or dare?" The man sits back in wonder before answering,"Dare."

"Okay! I dare you to call the one girl in your phone that you'd have to be paid like a million dollars to ever fuck anddddd you have to ask her to send a pic of herself." Naoya voices annoyedly,"How the hell do I get her to send a pic of herself?"

Geto smartly suggests,"Lie.Make something up." The man with highlighted hair smirks,"That shouldn't be hard. She's a dumb bitch anyways."

Naoya scrolls through his contacts list and spots a contact dubbed "Piggy." Geto and Gojo lean over his shoulders to see the view and both of them wince once seeing the name. "She's fat?" Gojo asks. Naoya snickers,"Oh fuck yeah! She's fucking big as hell! I could never stick my dick in her."

Gojo chuckles,"I couldn't fuck a fat girl,seems like too much work." Geto adds on,"Yeah they're not really my type either....there's just too much everywhere for me." Naoya agrees as he presses on the contact,"They're all usually fucking ugly anyways. So it doesn't really matter."

Noaya's fingers press on the call symbol while he lets out one final chuckle. He presses one finger to his lips,signaling the pair of friends to shut up.  The man finally calls and the phone rings three times before it finally picks up.Naoya makes sure to put the phone on speaker. "Hello?" A sleepy voice calls out. "Hello (Reader)."

"Naoya what're you calling me so late for? I thought we finished everything for the project?" Naoya rolls his eyes,"Yeah well our introduction project isn't finished yet,I still need you to do something." Geto and Gojo don't miss the biting tone he speaks to you in. "Oh um well..I'm sorry I didn't think I missed anything."

"She sounds cute." Gojo whispers in the ravenettes ear. "Mmm." Geto hums in agreement.  "Yeah you should be sorry. But luckily for you  I'm nice so I'll allow you to still do it."

"Thank you? But anyways what do you need me to do?" Naoya smiles while looking back at the men," I need a picture of you." For a moment there's static silence—a silence that's riddled with confusion. "Umm why do you need a picture of me? Our project has nothing to do with ourselves."

"It's to prove our teamwork to the professor uhh how well we got along and shit like that." It's quiet until Naoya receives a dinging notification. "There you go,bye." The phone loudly hangs up while Naoya's jaw clenches in anger. "Fucking bitch hung up before I could."

"That doesn't matter show us the pic." Gojo says impatiently. "Fineee." The male opens up his messages and soon as he does he snickers. "I don't know why she tried to send me cute a one,she looks fucking stupid." Wrong. Naoya was so fucking wrong.

You don't look fucking stupid...you look so fucking cute. Your have such a pretty face—a face that needs to be came on. Those adorable fucking pudgy cheeks are just begging to be decorated with cum. And fuck those pretty lips you got—both Geto and Gojo just wanted to stick their dicks in your mouth.

They can't even see your body in the picture but they just know it's so fuckable. What do you have a cute pudge hanging down—a pouch of flesh keeping your pussy warm? Do you have warm doughy thighs that their fingers will just sink into the moment they touch the flesh? You just look so...soft. So wonderfully soft—plenty of soft sweet palpable skin just begging to be marked by them.

But despite Gojo's and Geto's shared thoughts—the lustful and wanton thoughts they wouldn't say that they want to fuck the ever living life out of you. They wouldn't disagree with Naoya saying you look fucking stupid. They wouldn't even admit they think you're attractive. Why? Because admitting a mere few minutes ago that you wouldn't fuck a fat girl and then switching up isn't the best look.

So what do the pair say when Naoya says that? Do they disagree and defend you? Do they admit the pure desire they have to want to be inside you? No they say," You're right she looks weird,let's just move onto the next round."

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"I didn't just leave her on the frats lawn! I at least gave her some cash to get herself home." Naoya proudly states.

"Wow,Noaya thank you so much for not being the worlds biggest douche." Geto states sarcastically.

"Whatever, don't act like you two aren't assholes yourselves. You may fool a bunch of bitches but I know how you really are."  Geto peers at Gojo,the man beside him. They both give each other a knowing look—a shared thought surging through the kept gaze. A gaze that screamed,"We're aware of what dicks we can be." Huge dicks who have left girls high and dry after telling them they love them—spewing lies straight from hell just to get their cocks wet a few times.

But are they really dicks if no one really cares to point out they are? Are they really assholes when women flock towards them even though it's known they'll only use them like a human fleshlight? They could thank their good looks,popularity,and Gojo's plentiful wealth for never being confronted for just how cruel they could really be.

Geto smirks,"I guess you could say we are assholes but at least we appear to be nice ones." Gojo hums,"Mhm but anyways it's your turn to ask us."

Naoya sits there,clutching his face in devious thought. "If you guys pick dare,you won't pussy out with anything I say,right?"

"Nah as long as it's nothing too illegal." Gojo answers. "Good cause I got something in mind. Truth or Dare?" The two best friends stare at each other once more,silently agreeing on an answer,"Dare."

Naoya laughs,acting like he just had the best idea in the whole world. "You fuckers set yourself up. This is going to be sooo funny." Gojo rolls his eyes,"Yeah,yeah,just get to the damn dare."

"I dare you to fuck with little miss piggy for me." Naoya cruelly states. "That girl you just showed us?" Gojo asks."  The question had a little too much enthusiasm,too much excitement for some girl he said looked weird. Hopefully it went unnoticed by Naoya though. "Yes that bitch."

"We'll do it but lemme ask why you wanna bother her?" Geto questions. The male shrugs,"Do I need a reason? She's annoying." Geto hums,"Alright I guess that's a good enough answer. But what's on the table for fucking with her?" The white haired male perks up at that,"Ooo yeah? How much can we bother her?"

"I don't really give a shit about what you do to her. Just ruin her,make her miserable. The only thing I want is some evidence that you're doing at least something." 

Make her miserable,huh? Ruin her? Does that include every part of you? Because Geto and Gojo had something wonderful in mind...just for lil ole you.

"Oh yeah,we can definitely do that." They both remark.

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"Okay,I think this is the last book I need." You whisper to yourself. See,today is a good day! Why? Because this is the day you're almost done researching for a extremely tedious paper. That means for just a few days you wouldn't have to shove countless information down your throat anymore.

So naturally your chubby hands reaches to grab the book that's placed on the fourth shelf. Just as your finger grazed the spine of the book a tall figure grabs it from behind you. Quickly you turn and see a raven haired man,staring at the book with faux interest.

"Umm, I'm sorry I was gonna grab that...it's really important that I have it." You say politely. The male raises a thin brow,"Is it not important for me too? I might need it even more than you do." Immediately you feel yourself heat up from embarrassment," Oh no no!  I didn't mean it like that—I just really really need that book. Im so sorry if I came off uncaring."

Cute. Geto's just starting the fun with you and he already wants to stuff his dick in your mouth. You don't even need to worry about some dumb book,you could just warm his cock all day. Besides the way your dressed right now it's like you want him to tear your clothes off and fuck you. Those denim shorts that are showing off those thick thighs and that damn thin white tank top you got on really shows a lot he wants to see. The pudge of your tummy just clings to the fabric so deliciously—it's tempting so tempting for the man to just reach out and grip the pudge but he resists the urge.

But still despite how cute he finds you,he still needs to make your little life unbearable. So he says,"Well I need this book more." With that he "kindly" smiles and walks off. He leaves you there,mouth agape and eyes wide. Did he really just—DID HE JUST TAKE THE BOOK?

Angrily you call out,"Hey! I need that book." The man continues walking,ignoring you completely. With a mission you charge after the male,keeping his speedy pace until you bump right into someone. Broken from the determined haze you were just in you look and see the person you slammed into.

It's odd,you swear no one was in front of you before and then suddenly someone just came in front of you. No matter how weird it really is though,apologizing and catching up with the book thief is more important.

"Omg I'm so sorry! Are you okay! I was just in a rush—" The very tall man you just bumped into places a long finger on your lips. The sheer boldness of the action instantly shutting you up. "I don't wanna hear it. Ya know,you should definitely be more careful. People are not as nice as me."

He leans down,shortening his noticeable height ,"But since I'm sooo nice all I'm gonna ask if you to beg on your knees for my forgiveness." The hell? Who does this guys think he is? The president? You weren't gonna beg for forgiveness just for bumping into someone?! Hell no!

" Look I'm sorry, but I'm not doing all that just for bumping into you! Don't you hear how fucking crazy you sound?" You snatch his finger away from your lips and cross your arms angrily. He chuckles,"Oh so you wanna act all tough? Fine,I didn't wanna threaten you this early,that was gonna be some fun for later but since you're a lil stubborn I guess the hard way is for you."

Your brows pinch together in frustration and confusion. Who is this guy? Acting like he's all high and mighty? Can he even threaten you when he doesn't know you? Yeah,right. You're sick of this already.

You attempt to move past the male,too sick and tired of precious time being taken away from you. But you're stopped by a veiny large hand that's securely wrapped your wrist. He yanks you to his chest,"Ya know,it's not very nice to walk away while someone's talking to you.I thought you were a polite girl." His warm breath travels all the way to the back of your neck. It's oddly...intimate and sexual for someone you just encountered.

"Be a good girl and beg or else I'll get you out of this university so fucking fast and then I'll tell someone in every single university in the radius you're a fucking cheat. I can go even farther than that if that doesn't scare you enough." He mutters. Chills run across your spine—it's scary,the threat,it holds so much weight but no way some guy you just bumped into has the power to do that,right?

"Y-You can't do that!" The exclamation is a unsteady one,you yourself not even believing that. For some reason this stranger just oozes so much effortless authority—so much power that's unexplainable. It's confusing but still it instills some type of fear in you. "Oh can't I?" His tone is cocky—assured fully in just what exactly he's capable of. Scary—it's scary how confident he's in ruining your educational career.

"Are you taking me a little serious now,hmm? Do you think you should take my good grace and get on your knees already?" It's no big deal,right? If you just get on your knees now,you'd probably never see the man again. This university is big and no way the man would make an attempt to find you—a complete stranger.

Would a little humiliation be so bad if you never see him again? "Are you? Or are you gonna just stand there like an idiot?" Nervously you gulp before facing the man and sinking down to your knees. As you level yourself at his feet you can't help but stare at the rich brown leather that his shoes are made of.

You look up at him and instantly Gojo's glad he chose to his dark sunglasses today. He could feel his pupil dilate as soon so you kneeled for him. Everything about you looked sooo good on your knees—those pretty lips parted slightly because of nerves—your thick thighs squishing together and fuck those gorgeous tits that are just peeking out of your tank top,just begging to be fondled with his big hands.

"Are you gonna start begging or do I gotta force your mouth to move too?" You shake your head no and gulp down a lot of pride and self respect. "Please uhhh—" you pause to search for the man's name. "Gojo. It's Gojo."

"Gojo,please forgive me. It was a mistake and I'm so so sorry." You think your apology is good enough but what you think isn't always right. The man scoffs as a big hand completely palms the whole crown of your head—pushing your body to bend straight down. The tip of your nose kisses the carpeted floor of the library.

" Ah,ah, You're supposed to lean all the way down like a good girl,yeah? Now do it again." Your clammy and stubby hands angrily and tearfully grip the fine hair of the carpet. This is just so...humiliating it hurts every ounce of self respect you have contained in your body.

"Gojo,please forgive me. I'm so sorry." He hums and places his large hand on your head,"I forgive you...for now." With that the man removes his hand and quickly announces his exit. "Thank you for the apology,don't be so clumsy next time."

You watch as his long limber legs make their way farther and farther away from you. Your nose still kisses the carpet—a reminder of the humiliation that was just acted on by the man casually strolling away. The humiliation being so damn demeaning you no longe care for retrieving your much needed book back.

But it would be okay,right? It would be okay cause you'll never see Gojo again. You haven't seen him before and you won't see him again.

You could just move on from this right? Is the thought you have as your eye stay trained on his brown leather shoes.

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Have you ever been more more wrong before? So irritatingly wrong?

Because both the mysterious man who unfortunately learned is Geto, and Gojo from the library have not left you alone since.

Everywhere you go there they are! Always calling you mean names,like slut or whore. Always taking away your stuff away from you. Always threatening you. And worse—always finding you.

And that is the exact reason why you're stuck between the two—pushed against a random wall in a hallway. "You wanna runaway from me and Geto,some more? Huh,(Reader)?"

You shake your head rapidly and squeak as Gojo's large hand reaches out and grips your tucked pudge that's hidden well within the high waisted material. "D-Don't grip me like that!" You squeak. "Like what? Like a slut? Cause you are a little slut." Gojo remarks.

"I'm not a slut!" Your words are met with chuckles,true genuine laughter for something that wasn't even a joke. "Mmm then why are you always with those lil dorks after hours? You prolly let them cum in you. You prolly let them spit in your pussy and mouth,don't you slut?"

You start to tear up and resist Gojo's grip but it only gets tighter. "Maybe you wouldn't see me hanging out with my friends if you guys weren't always stalking me! Just leave me alone! You don't even know me! I've never even done anything to you!"

"You think we're stalking you? You think we're genuinely interested in someone like you?" Geto chuckles. "Yeah,we know you're a little slow but to think that is on another level of delusion."  Gojo adds. Liars,the both of them know that they're watching you. Keeping tabs on every single move you make,every person you talk to,every time you go out,anything—just so they know when to strike. They told themselves it's not cause they like what they do to—they don't like seeing you beg and plead,they don't like humiliating to the brink of tears—absolutely not. Liars.

"Oh and you've never done anything to us? Hmm,I can remember you fighting for that book pretty hard. I think you may have pushed me,right Gojo? You saw her push me?" Gojo hums,"Hmmm,yeah I swear I saw her. She was so mean to you. And not to mention she didn't even wanna apologize to me for rudely bumping into me."

"What the fuck??! I didn't even push him! I know for a fact I didn't! And last time I checked you just randomly popped up and bumped into me!" You make sure to face backwards and points towards Gojo. "Ah,Ah she's got a little potty mouth,doesn't she Gojo?"

"Mhm,that's not very ladylike (Reader)." Gojo says. "We can't have that,can we?" Behind you the white haired male shakes his head. Gojo's lengthy fingers dig into your tummy even more,sinking the dull tips of his nails deeper.

"You should learn not to talk like that but don't worry Gojo and I will help you learn,m'kay?" How? How—can someone look so kind,so calm while plotting to do something humiliating to you? It doesn't' matter how or why because Geto is still standing over you—kind smile and welcoming eyes gently intimidating you.

"So,open your mouth like a good girl for me and say ahh!" Geto demands. You shake your head no and quickly tuck your lips together. He tuts—disapproving of your stubbornness. "You wanna make it hard for yourself—Fine be that way then. But you will open your mouth for me."

Geto's relative distance to you shortens as he walks closer and closer to you—pushing your body against Gojo's even more. "Gojo pull up her shirt."

"No—NO! D-Don't!" You thrash against Gojo but once more he tightens his grip on your pudge. "You should've listen to Sugu the first time." Gojo mutters as he lifts up your shirt revealing a pastel pink bra. The glasses adorning man whistles,"Is that lace? Who are you wearing that for? Hmm? Is it for me and Sugu,little slut?"

"N-No!" You whimper. "Oh so it's for somebody else?" Geto asks. "No." You reply back. "Mmm so you're wearing something"—Geto's large hand reaches to pinch the strap of the bra—"this pretty just for no one to see it? I don't believe that."

"I think just for her lying you should give her double punishment." Gojo encourages. "Yeah? I think so too. Lil slut won't learn if we aren't a little hard on her."

"Gojo make her open her mouth." Geto says as if they share the same brain—having the same thoughts riddling their in synced minds. Long fingers trace their way down your tummy,teasing the beginning of where your high waisted pants start until finally a loud gasp collapses off your tongue when they're pulled down—revealing the smooth fat that rests on your middle.

You think he's gonna start groping your boobs but instead the pale hands begin gripping your tummy—kneading the skin oh so well that his fingers mush into it. "Oh!" You gasp. And it's cute ,so cute that Gojo's dicks throbs in his loose fitting jeans. Would you make that noise when he puts it inside you? When he makes you swallow his spit? How about when he makes you hump his big thigh while in public?

Gojo's taken away from his thoughts once he hears Geto's familiar voice. "Mmm you got her to open her mouth." Geto hums in approval,"Look at how good her mouth looks open. I think she really is a little slut."

The black haired man pulls your cheeks apart and sticks his middle appendage in your mouth—your tongue crashing against the skin like a giant wave. "Mhmpp!" You move against Gojo once more,droplets of salty tears starting to pour out of you. "Shhh don't fight...take your punishment."

You watch in horror as Geto puckers his lips and translucent liquid drips down his lips—realizing that his lips start getting closer and closer to you.

Until finally you feel wet—degrading liquid coat your lax tongue. The cool saliva coats your mouth,traveling the whole expanse of your open cavern.

"Swallow." You know it's not a question or even a pushy request—it's a command. A reminder that you're under their thumbs like a mouse who's constantly running away from a cat. It's sickening so sickening—so beneath you to be treated like an object yet you find yourself swallowing your pride and gulping down the spit.

"Good whore." Geto mutters. His long finger pops against your inner cheek as he takes it out of your mouth. He pats your chubby cheek and wipes your saliva on your half exposed chest.

"Mmm this kinda bored me." Gojo remarks. Geto hums and backs away from you,"Yeah this pig is kinda not entertaining me anymore. Wanna get something to eat?"  The tall man that was positioned behind you snakes his to way over to  Geto.

Leaving you to watch as they casually saunter off but Gojo suddenly stops his big strides. "Oh and (Reader),"his tones lowers a bit—scarily so,"don't let us see you hanging out with those guys again. Or we'll actually do something to you."

You stand there in shock—shirt ridden up to your chest and pants flashing bits of your panties. Gojo smiles at you,but it's not a pleasant one—a smile that makes you want to run and hide. They both continue walking and you watch,counting and waiting the steps to see if they're far enough so you can quietly sob.

The moment they get far enough you slide down the cool wall and break out in a array of tears. All you can think is why you? What'd you ever do to anyone to have your life be meddled with so cruelly?

WHY YOU?

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"I regret not taking pics." The white haired man pouts. Geto chuckles," There's always next time."

"But she only looked like that awhile ago. Her bra looked so pretty that day. I wished I filmed her swallowing your spit. She looked so fucking cute Sugu...I just wanna stick my dick in her mouth. I wanna make her embarrassed like that again,so fucking bad."

The male smiles amusedly at his friends whines,however he feels the same,he wishes to see you like that all over again. "I think we should  give her a visit soon. We haven't seen her in like what two weeks?" Geto and Gojo knows that's not true,they have seen you actually but you haven't seen them. They always check up on you at certain points during the day—making sure you're listening to them about the people you're hanging out and it makes them so damn proud when they see you alone and avoiding all your male friends. You're such a obedient girl.

"Oh thank God! This time I actually wanna do something with her,I've been thinking about what she feels like. And I want you to film it. "

Gojo says enthusiastically. "What do you have in mind?" The bright blue eyed man smiles widely,"You'll see."

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"(Reader) are you sure you don't wanna come and watch a movie with us?" The kind voice halts your motions of packing up for the day.

"Nah,I'm sure. I'm gonna catch up on homework so I need the extra time." You explain with a smile. "Alright,but text me if you change your mind. The movie doesn't start for a few more hours."

You nod and wave as your kind classmate walks out the door. You're about done packing up until your trusty mechanical pencil begins rolling down the rows and isles of the seats.

"Dang it." You sigh and annoyedly crouch down—following the pencils straight arrow path. You take tiny steps in order for your bigger body to keep up with the quick pace of the rolling writing device.

Finally it stops at the third row—leaning against the leg of a mahogany chair. You bend down to get it with a smile etched on your face but as you reach to grab it a hauntingly familiar brown leather shoe is planted in front of you.

Suddenly you forget to breath—fear and anxiety grasping the natural function away from you. That same fear making you incapable of looking up to see intimidating bright blue irises.

It's quiet—too quiet and that's what makes it worse for you. You feel like prey—being teased,chased,stalked on, by two superior animals who are waiting to take the final kill.

"Do you wanna stay there on your knees for me or are you gonna greet me?" Jolly is the only way you can describe Gojo's voice—which makes his words only 10x times worse to hear. Ever since you encountered him in the library and attempted to forget him all you got was all too much of him. After the incident you've constantly been hearing about the "Great Gojo", the impossibly handsome trust fund baby of the university. The Gojo who's cute and loud and funny—it makes you wish you knew him due to different circumstances so you could admire him just like everyone else.

No,you had to remind yourself that this isn't the case. Instead you'd get bullied and assaulted by him and his friend Geto.

"Hello?? Is anyone there?" Gojo bends down and prods at your forehead,roughly poking it. "Do you think she heard me Sugu?" Gojo asks. "I dunno let's see." Geto's large hand suddenly rushes to your face and grips the warm flesh together. Both of the handsome men sneer at you and condescendingly share a glance with one another.

"I think someone is home but they're too shy to answer."  Geto peers down at you before he whispers,"Shhh it's okay,me and Toru just missed you so much. We just need you to be good for us,m'kay?"  You look up at him with wonder—confused by the oh so sweet tone of his voice. It almost makes you feel safe and cared for—almost is the keyword here. Because in only a few seconds your hair is suddenly yanked,having long fingers tangled in it. "I expect an answer when I say anything to you." Geto grunts into your ear.

"Y-Yes!" You whimper out. A warm wet kiss is placed on your chubby cheek as the black hair

man praisingly remarks,"Good job!" 

"Since you're gonna be for good for Gojo and me I want you to do something, okay?" You nod and mumble a fearful okay. "Good,now take off your panties and give them to Gojo."

You gulp down a wad of spit as you nervously and shamefully stand up and start quickly sliding off your panties. By the time you get the plain white cotton undies to your ankles Gojo's expectant hand is waiting for you—and like he was expecting you hand the worn material to him.

He places the pair of panties into his pocket and grins at you happily.  

Geto's voice rings out,"Now get on his shoe." Snapped out of your fearful daze you yell,"WHAT? I'm not doing that! That's so gross and unsanitary." Gojo pouts,"What's wrong with my shoe? It's not good enough for you?"

"No! That's so gross! No way in hell am I doing that!" You attempt to stand up right and walk away from the pair but a large hand pushes you back down. The force of the body part making you whimper by the sheer power. "Nu uh Geto already filmed you taking off your panties for me. If you walk away we'll have no choice but to show everyone at this university what a dirty slut you are. How would you like that,hmm?"

You mouth flaps open in shock,since when did Geto have a chance to do that?? When did he even take out his phone? You turn and there you see the cellular device pointed right at you. You thought you were screwed then but now...they actually have something way worse to use against you.

Gojo smiles at your realization," So now are you gonna put that pussy on my shoe?" You look up at him and defeatedly turn to still see that Geto's filming and you simply just give in.

You waddle closer to Gojo's foot and set your bare pussy on the rich material—the thick pubes on your mound making contact with the shoe. You can't help but gasp by how cool it feels,it feels new,almost good.

"Move." Gojo says. You look up at the man and gasp once you see and hear how different he looks. His voice sounds less high—lacking the usual teasing and playful tone he talks in. And his eyes—his normally bright blue eyes are now toned down,muddled with dark lust and eagerness.

Your clit bumps and grinds on the expensive laces as you try to set a pace on your own. You huff and whine at the oddly good sensation.

You lean your face on Gojo's pants,slightly biting into the material to hush down your pleasured noises. It feels good because it's so degrading and so wrong—yet you can't deny how wet begin to you feel the more you thrust against the man.

"Mmmf!" Is the noise you're making as you hide your face into his legs,teary eyes closed in hated bliss and ashamed mouth taut open in pleasure. How disgusting you are—enjoying fully how good this is making you feel. You're riding a man's shoe for gods sake, but you can't bring yourself to care anymore. Not when your poor hole is opening and closing for nothing. Not when you you can feel four eyes staring at you get yourself off.

"Look at you,such a fat slut. And you tried to act like you didn't want me and Sugu's attention. Dirty slut." You hear a wet noise of Gojo's mouth right before warm hot spit lands on your forehead. You go to wipe it away but Geto's hand grips your wrist,"Don't,you'll ruin your pretty face. Leave it."

You nod and silently gasp once you see the angry bulges of the two men. It makes you even wetter once you see how aroused this made them. Geto seems to noticed your focus gaze,"Aww do you wanna actually see some dicks in real life? Hmm,is that what you want whore?"

Your mouth almost forms the word yes until you remember these men aren't some friends with benefits or boyfriends—no they're bullies who enjoy seeing you struggle. So with that reminder you shake your head no and go to hide your face in Gojo's leg only to feel a hot sting run across your plump cheek. "Liar. Gojo get her off your foot. I'm gonna show her something."

"Aww but I was enjoying watching her! At least let her clean the mess up." Geto rolls his eyes,"Alright,make it quick." Gojo smiles happily before he peers down on you,"Lick." He's not specific because you already know what he wants you to place your tongue on. You stare down where you placed your cunt at and feel grossed out. However,you know one way or another you're going to have to lick his shoe. And you'd rather not get another burning slap from Geto.

So you prod your tongue out,lapping at your own juices placed on the man's costly shoe.

You taste yourself and the taste of oddly wood like leather. It taints your palate,making you scrunch your face in distain as you finish the task. You look up at Gojo and he seems so enthralled—his chest is heaving and his pink lips are slightly agape in surprise? You can't tell but he just looks so fascinated by you. "Wow,you really are a slut." He breathlessly chuckles.

"Mmm,she really is. Anyway take her to the desk Gojo,make sure she's bent over."  Without warning Gojo pulls you by your underarms and walks you to the desk. He pushes you down onto it,his hand presses down on your roll adorned back to keep your stomach flat against the desk. You feel him move from behind you,changing his position to be in front of you.

Suddenly you feel a warm hand graze against your dimpled ass—long fingers sinking into the supple flesh. "Now since you wanna lie and act like a fucking prude Imma make you see how badly you want our dicks."

For a few seconds you're left waiting to see what happens. It's suspenseful so suspenseful that you're even staring at Gojo in anticipated wonder. THACK! Is all Gojo hears along with a pained cry.Hot tingles flows though out your pussy—burning sensation fleeting in the wet organ.

"That's what happens when you're not being honest. Your lil pussy gets punished. If you want it stop I just need you to be honest with me. Say you want our dicks inside you."

Your bottom lip trembles pathetically,"I want your dicks inside me." Another harsh slap rains down on your cunt. "Again! You're not saying it like you mean it." This time you force your voice to be louder,"I want your dicks inside me!" Geto leans forward until his warm breath can be felt on your face and his big hand yanks your head back. "Now look at the camera and say you want our dicks inside you."

You defeatedly look up at the iPhone camera held in Gojo's large hands,"I want your dicks inside me!" Geto let's go of your hair and stands straight,"Good cause we're gonna give it to you." Two hands spread your thighs open and something large and veiny fills the empty space between them. "But you don't deserve any dicks inside you yet. You should've been honest the first time."

Geto grabs your supple waist and grips your tummy from below—with a snap of his hips he's brushing his cock against your inner thighs. Each thrust his rough and fast paced,forcing your head to bob up and down the desk. The graze of his dick against your throbbing clit pulls occasional whimpers and whines from your lips.

On the other side of desk Gojo unbuttons his pants—pale fingers rubbing against the expanse of his tight briefs. "Touch it." Gojo demands. You look up at him as you reach and feel the constant pulse of his cock. It's warm,so warm that the heat is comforting to your whole body in the cool lecture room.

You cup the thick shape protruding from the pure white material and start moving up and down. Gojo pushes himself into your hand—his once opened eyes closed in pleasure. The camera continues to peer down at you as your lays lip on his covered cock."S-Shit pull em down." The camera continues to peer down at you as your lays lip on his covered cock.You obey the pleading man,gripping the beginning of his underwear until his oozing cock is revealed.

A gasp falls from your lips at the sheer beauty of it. You stare points blank at his pre cum ridden tip that's oh so rosy. Your thumb finger graces the slit—going up and down on it,feeling his dick get harder and harder. Though, before you can really get a good grip on it one hard thrust from Geto pulls you away from him.

"Aww Sugu...you messed her up." Gojo whines. "Calm down you can use another part of her in a little bit. Switch spots with me." Gojo huffs but obeys Geto. The white haired places his still filming phone onto the desk. The ravenette ends up in front of you,his girthy dick resting on the desk right next to your face. "Have you sucked dick before you?" Geto asks. "N-No." You quietly reply.

"Mmm,of course you haven't. What loser would wanna get sucked off by you?" Liar. Geto's been dreaming of having those pretty lips surround his cock—of slapping your face and cradling those chubby cheeks you have on you. Choking you with his dick while you're all teary eyed and begging for air. But he doesn't hate you,no not at all,this was just a dare that he's happening to be enjoying.

So since it's your first he's gonna go easy on you. "Wait does that mean you've never been fucked before?" Gojo says excitedly. "Mhm." The confirmation makes Gojo's and Geto's dick jump. This is great! No one's been inside before so that really means you're really all theirs,their personal fuck toy who's only been fucked by them. After months of planning how they're gonna pop up into your life and destroy what you've known before,they're finally getting award.

"But that means I gotta stretch you out first,huh?" Gojo dejectedly says.  "I know just the way." Gojo sinks down go to his knees and pulls your waist closer to him. You feel cool air fan your warm pussy.  Lanky fingers spread your lips apart,pulling the coarse pubes away from the another. The sheer slick of your pussy laying and slicking them down to the mound.

"You surprisingly have a real pretty pussy. It's perfect for taking dick. Too bad no one else is really gonna want it." Untrue,Gojo really wants it. He's been wanting it since Naoya showed that picture to him. He's been craving the feeling of sinking into you and fulling you up. Craving to grip your round tummy as he pounds into you,drilling every single last sperm into you.

A long wet tongue licks the expanse of it,the sensation draining a surprised whine from you. "Mmm, while he warms you up Imma give you a lesson on how to suck." Geto leans down so his face his leveled with yours. He grabs Gojo's phone and points it towards him and you. He points out his index and pointer finger,pressing the digits against your lips. "What I want you to do is ease these into your mouth,okay?"

You nod and your mouth drops open as you feel Gojo's long tongue dig into your cunt. "Mmmf!" You whine.  You attempt to only take the tips of Geto's fingers but you rush them into your mouth as you feel more pleasure. Geto roughly taps your face,"I said ease,don't take it all in." You look up at him and just suck on the tips of his fingers. "Good girl,like that until I say so."

Gojo releases his tongue from your hole,instead prodding into your entrance with his fingers. He slips one in and then two,slowly scissoring you open with each curl of his fingers. Geto pushes more of his fingers into your mouth,almost reaching the back of your throat. You gag and attempt to move away from him only to have your head held in place. "Stay. Breath through your nose."

Taking his advice,you hurriedly stable your breathing. Your eyes bubble with tears and your face contorts in uncomfortableness.  Finally you're full of relief once Geto slides his fingers out of your mouth. "Good. I think you're ready for the real thing now,huh?"

"Y-Yes." Geto smiles,"Good slut,you learn so fast. You're meant to be a whore for us." Gojo pulls his fingers from your entrance. Geto faces the camera directly on you,"Are you ready to be fucked?" You look up at the camera—flashes of all the treatment you've endure from these two,constant examples of cruelty for no reason course through your memory's, yet you want so badly to mutter the words yes please.  You want to be fucked by them,want to know what it's like to have someone inside you.

"Please." Pathetic,weak but you don't care. You've given in one last time and your decision is rewarded with a almost loving kiss from Geto.  Gojo practically mounts you as he rests his muscular chest on you,he plants a kiss on the back of your neck that could be seen as a sweet praise or an apology for what he does next.

Without a single warning Gojo sheaths himself in you. You scream and writhe against the wooden desk but Gojo grips your violent body. "It's okay,just take it. Take it."

"I think it's my turn now." Geto looks down at you right before he plunges his cock into your mouth. Your eyes widen and you don't have time to process what's even happening. All you can do it feel. Feel the slowly pleasurable feeling inside your pussy and feel Geto's thick dick go in and out of your mouth.

The more you begin to feel the better all the overstimulation is. Suddenly Gojo's downright stretch feels so fucking wonderful as thrusts in you. Geto grips onto your hair,guiding your face to go deeper on his dick. "F-Fuck,good slut. Good whore. Imma cum if you keep letting me fuck your face like this."

Minute after minute,you can't catch a break. Not when Gojo's snaps his hips into you like a animal. Like he's so desperate to stay in you—drowned in the utter wet and warmness you offer him. "Good girl,good girl! This pussy feels good! So good!" The blue eyed man babbles.

You feel your oxygen slowly leave you and you roughly tap on Geto’s legs. He frees himself of your mouth and instead busies himself with slapping his heavy cock onto your face as you catch your breath. You can’t even do that though because Gojo reaches from under you and rubs your clit with a passion.

Moan upon moan leaves your mouth,like a broken record playing over and over again. Your song is becomes muffled once Geto finds his cock in your slack mouth. You quiver underneath Gojo as you feel a hot feeling tingle with in you.

You were gonna cum,so soon. With three snaps of Gojo hips you come undone and you begin to lose feeling everywhere. You feel like a lifeless fuckdoll,just a cocksleeve for Gojo and Geto’s dicks.

Gojo feels you cum and groans,”Shitttt I’m close.” Although Geto doesn’t agree verbally his thrusts in your mouth become more hurried and desperate. In and out is all you can feel.

It feels like hours of tortuous pleasure. A sick sadistic game being toiled onto your body. But it ends once hot,warm fluid courses in your walls. “Mmmmmm!” Is all the men can hear from you. Gojo pulls out and Geto pulls one last thrust into your mouth before he cums all the way down into your throat.

He grips his dick and slides it out. You hurry to swallow his seed and almost choke due to the quickness.

It’s quiet throughout the big classroom,only heavy breathing being heard. Geto looks down at you having Gojo’s phone in hand and travels the entirety of your body. He finally tosses it to him and the man catches it quietly.

Geto bends down so he’s once again on your level,”I’m telling you this now and I want you to know I mean it. You,your body,everything that makes you a person belongs to us.” Each word is said with such powerful emphasis that all you can do is silently agree.

An agreement that leads you down a interesting path with the pair.

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From a game of truth and dare,to bullying,to becoming fond of you ,all the way to fucking you every single day,to adorning you with the proper title of their girl.

The two have learned some truth from a juvenile game. They learned that they’ve should’ve never met you,should’ve never crossed paths with you because now they’re completely and utterly infatuated with you. Even if they cover it up with insults and threats,they’d go crazy if other people had you like how they have.

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[yolelejiju]

hii can i request Pervert gojo finally losing control and nonconing reader after she finds him jerking off with her panties. I’m talking pushing her down on the bed, threating to cum inside her with her begging him not to cause she’s not on birth control only making him go harder. An age gap would be pretty hot as well

Pervert Teacher

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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Gojo's POV

"Am I being a pervert?" I questioned myself. I'm her sensei. Yes I am obsessed with y/n. But never let anyone know that. Not even her. I always stalk her everywhere. I know she's my student. I know she has a crush on Yuji. But I won't let her confess to him. Because she's mine! I don't like if someone touches what's mine!

Whenever she's on a mission I went in her room. See her stuffs. I steal her pantie. Does that makes me pervert? I don't care if it does... She's mine... and I'm gonna make her mine one day!

It was a normal day. I just came back home. I went to the bathroom and took a bath. I came back to my bedroom. I got dressed. I was about to close my closet when I noticed y/n's pantie. Fuck! Every time I see those I get hard. I didn't have any work to do...so why not please myself?

I unzipped my pants and took the pantie. Fuck, my dick was already hard. I wrapped her pantie around my dick. This thing always touches her pussy. I'm gonna get her pussy wrapped around my dick too soon.

I stroked myself. "F-fuck" a moan escaped my mouth. I imagined y/n. Begging me to let her suck my cock. Her small mouth trying to take my dick in. I imagined her little juicy tongue licking the tip of my dick. I keep stroking myself.

I imagined her getting wet by trying to suck my dick. How she'll beg me to fuck her and make her cum. The way she calls me sensei.... And I'll fuck her hard. Spank her. Will fuck her so hard she'll never forget who she belongs to... I imagined all those nasty things and kept stroking myself until I heard my bedroom door open. "Y/n?" I said and tried to pull up my pants to cover myself.

Y/n's POV

I was talking with Nobara on call. "Yes yes I know it was so funny" I said. "I know right" Nobara said from the other side. "Btw girl....did you give sensei his card back that he gave us for shopping yesterday?" Nobara asked. "Oh shit... I forgot! I'm gonna give him back right now" I replied. "Okey then... gonna talk later " Nobara said and the call ended.

I went to Gojo sensei's room. I was about to knock but saw the door was open. I went inside. "Sensei?" I called his name. But no answer came. I heard some noise coming from his bedroom. I looked at the direction. I saw light coming from there. "Sensei must be there" I said and went towards the bedroom.

I opened the door. "Sensei your card-" but I got shocked. "Ahhh... f-fuck y/n don't stop" I saw him moaning while he was stroking himself. Eyes closed. And moaning My name?! He opened his eyes when he heard my voice. "Y/n?" He said and tried to cover himself pulling up his pant.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't.." I was speaking then my eyes went to his other hand. Which was holding a pantie? I recognised it. That was mine.... one of those which were Missing from my closet. My eyes went back to him. I saw him staring at me. He knew I understand what was happening.

I started going back. "I-I'm sorry...." I said and turned around to get out. When I turned around he was standing in front of me. I knew he can teleport himself. He was staring at me again. "You know it now... right ?" He asked with a smirk. "W-what" I said. I started back up inside his bedroom and his was walking towards me. "Don't try to be innocent.... I know that you understood it....my six eyes are telling me it" he said. "N-No... I don't ..... P-Please " I said. He looked at me and smiled.

Suddenly he grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed with him top of me. I screamed. "Lying to your teacher,huh?" He said. "Please sensei I don't know... please let me go" I begged. "I know that you know....that means can't let you go" he replied mockingly. He pressed his lips on mine. He kissed me. he forced his tongue inside my mouth. I slapped on his chest to stop him. But he didn't.

Then he pulled away. I gasped. I was breathing heavily. When I looked at him he already stripped himself out of his shirt. "I almost edged myself when you came in here... Now you should please me better " he said and ripped off my shirt. "Nooo....stopp!!!" I sobbed. "Still not wearing a bra, huh? Or were you wishing for me to rape you?" He whispered with a smirk.

"no no no.... please let me go!!!" I sobbed. Gojo kissed me again. He grabbed my boob and started squeezing it and I moaned in the kiss. Hearing my moan Gojo stopped the kiss and crashed his mouth on my breast. I moaned out loudly. He started sucking on my breast roughly. The more I moan the more roughly he sucks and  squeeze on my breasts.

He pulled away. He was still staring at me. I was trying to get away but he was locking my legs with his own legs. He ripped off my skirt and pantie. I heard an unzipping sound. He unzipped his pants again. Now I started crying. He smirked when he saw me crying. He stroked himself. It was huge. Was he going to fuck me now?!

He came on top of me again. Then he rubbed his dick on my clit. I moaned slightly. "Now spread those legs wideeeee for sensei ~" he whispered in my ear. " No no no!!!! I'm gonna tell everyone!!! I'm gonna tell this to everyone.... everyone will hate you!!!" I screamed. He pushed his whole length in one slide. "Go, tell them.... I. Don't. Care." He replied.

"ahhhhhhh.... pull out!!! Please pull out!!! It's too big.... I...I can't!!!!!!!" I sobbed and begged. "Shhh....be a good slut for sensei and please him" he said and started thrusting in and out. I screamed for help. "Nobody's gonna help you, slut....just accept it" he whispered in my ear and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder.

I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight.....oh fuck ...oh fuck.... it's even better than I thought it would be" he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. He choked me down to the bed. "Now look at me when I cum inside you" he said statistically. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength.

" Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed still thrusting roughly. "P-Please no.... I'm not on birth control....please don't" I begged sobbingly. I felt him going more rough after hearing it. And I sobbed more. "That's even better... I'm gonna mark you as mine...none will dare to touch you" he said with an evil laugh. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision was almost blurred out.

"wake up quick, darling.... I have to do it again ~" he whispered in my ear.

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✰ . . . just over 1k of filth that includes stepcest, stepdad!gojo, dads best friend!nanami, perv gojo, perv nanamin giggles, recording without consent, spying, implied agegap, gojo is a menace as usual. um yeah i need them both. eiffel tower if you will– anyways!! this isn't proofread sorry not sorry. i'm lazy and this has been running around in my head for days.

step dad gojo and his single best friend nanami. both a little bit messed up in the head, satoru more than kento but...

they have regular jerk off sessions to you. whether gojo is convincing nanami to spy on you with him while you're in the shower, or even while you touch yourself. nanami knows it's wrong. you're satoru's daughter. in fact, satoru is in the wrong as well, even more in the wrong than nanami given he's your father, but you're just so damn pretty. it's gotten so bad, became a habit that he hates, that he doesn't think twice about rubbing his growing bulge over his pants as he watches you.

you're so... oblivious, wandering around your room, closing the windows and shutting the blinds before you start to unbutton your pyjama shirt, thinking you're in the comfort of your room. so oblivious that you don't even notice the little camera set up in your bookshelf. satoru was proud of himself for the placement of the camera, it gives the perfect view of your bed.

your stepdad knows your routine by now. what time you wake up, what you have for breakfast and what time you leave for work. he also knows once you're done with dinner and load up the dishwasher, you bid him goodnight and head into your room to touch yourself. satoru isn't quite sure how he started to perv on you like this but it just can't stop. perhaps it's the taboo nature of it that really turns him on, or maybe it's just because you're just so... delicious. so damn pretty and you look so soft all over. if he doesn't get caught, it's not a crime right? and somehow he's dragged his own coworker, his best friend, into the whole ordeal too. nanami's grown used to your routine too, coming straight to satoru's place after work.

they both watch on from satoru's room on the screen as your shirt falls from your shoulders and hits the floor, like they're predators watching their prey. the first glimpse of your round tits have them going crazy already. gojo's smiling, waiting rather patiently, not touching himself just yet but nanami's already fully hard, cock straining against his work pants.

gojo finds it cute how quick you work, laughing under his breath a little as he sees your pants on the floor and your underwear pulled to the side within mere minutes. meanwhile nanami curses, he always forgets just how clear the camera quality is. nothing will beat the up close and personal view but this? it's all he has, and it's almost as good.

soon they both find themselves with their cocks in their hands, attempting to fuck their fists at the same pace your fingers go in and out of you, thinking about how the ring of cream around the base of your fingers should be around the base of their cocks, how your juices should be all over them. nanami's so caught up in watching you through the screen that he doesn't realise when gojo's free hand wraps around his own, covering the entirety of his with how large it is.

"keep watchin', kento. just keep watchin'." gojo starts, and nanami just lets it happen. he accepts it, removing his hand away so gojo's jerking him off. it's rough, it's messy, shlick shlick shlick echoing through the room as nanami bucks his hips into his best friends fist.

you're now burying your face into your pillow, legs threatening to close every second as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. your thighs are wet, splashes of your wetness on your sheets as you fuck yourself a bit harder, a little bit faster.

all this does is fuel gojo and nanami's sick, twisted brains. "hhah–ah... dontcha just wanna hold her legs open?" nanami isn't sure if it's meant to be a rhetorical question or not. they usually don't talk when they watch you like this. it's nothing but heavy grunts and groans and the sickening sounds of their fists working their cocks. satoru has never spoken to him before.

"i do." gojo's voice fills the silence. "i jus'... mmmffuuck... i wanna see her cunt throb on my cock– her fathers cock as she cums. she'd look so fucking cute cummin' f'me. ya think she's as tight as she looks, kento?"

silence...

is he allowed to reply? should he reply? this is his best friends daughter... he can't. nanami's throat feels dry at the thought of even trying to speak. what if he offends him? what if he's not allowed to spy on you like this anymore? what if–

"c'mon kento." gojo speaks, giving the mushroomed tip of nanami's cock a couple of squeezes that have the younger man hissing through his teeth. "answer me, won't ya? you wanna fuck my daughter? wanna bury your fat cock in 'er cunt? stretch it riiight out and watch her cream on it? just talk t'me. say yes. i know you wanna." it's as if he's being tempted by the devil. like he's eve and he's being tempted to eat the apple by the snake. satoru's words have his head spinning and he shakily exhales before replying, hands gripping his scrunched up work pants that are halfway down his thighs.

"y-yes... i do, satoru."

"aaatta boy. knew you were as sick as me."

the sight of you rubbing your clit and fingering yourself getting closer to orgasm with satoru's praise and the grip around his cock have nanami's head spinning more and more, and the second he sees you cover your mouth and your thighs shake, it triggers his own high. nanami's cum spurts all over gojo's hand and wrist in ribbons, shooting up and landing on his dress shirt as well. then finally, gojo cums as well, almost as hard as his best friend by the amount of cum dripping from his cock and pooling at the base, coating the wispy hairs.

the room is full of breathless pants as the two men attempt to catch their breath, watching you take your fingers out and try to fight the urge to fall asleep then and there. and then gojo's asking the same question he always asks nanami after it's all done.

"same time tomorrow?"

yes i'm sick and deranged but if you read it then you're out here matching my freak kiss kiss mwah mwah <3

[yolelejiju]

QUIET IN THE LIBRARY !

— minors dni, bully! stsg x reader, dubcon, exhibitionism, óral [ m. receiving ], cóckwarming, facefúcking, pet names (princess, sweetheart, pet)

geto’s cock rests warm and heavy on your tongue, sprinkling the salty taste of precum onto your tastebuds. he shifts again in his seat, tilting his hips to shove his length a little further down your throat again, knowing it’s going to make you choke—and it does. the tip pushes further towards the back of your throat, nearly forcing a gag to spring free, but you just manage to swallow it down. his other hand rubs a gentle thumb over your cheek—a wordless ‘good pet’ for remaining so quiet.

though you’re not exactly sucking him off, geto is perfectly content sitting with you like this, in the heated embrace of your mouth. he finds it a little comfy, to be honest. the library is chilly, and he prefers the warmth inside you over anything his clothes could provide. not to mention, he’s just getting your mouth ready, so there is an actual purpose to you being down there.

that reason would be entirely unknown to you, however. in your mind, this is just the average day of suguru geto being an asshole, cornering you and stuffing you beneath the most secluded desk and basically forcing you into things you didn’t plan on doing. if you were somewhere else, in any other setting, you would have told him to get fucked and leave you alone because he has no right to be making demands like this. but you’re in public, and a library, of all places. there’s too many people around, and it’s too quiet. someone like geto has surefire ways to have you raising your voice in less than a minute, and you do not need the entire building to know he’s trying to have you cockwarm him under the table. it’s easier to just deal with it; comply and hope he doesn’t plan on using you for too long.

so, yes, you are doing this “willingly”, in the loosest of terms. and it pisses you off that while you’re down here on bruised knees and getting fucking carpet burn, geto is leaned back as casually as he can, still reading through the pages of a book as your jaw grows sore. he’s been still besides the few purposeful thrusts of his hips to get you to choke—asshole.

something catches his attention, and suddenly geto is slipping himself from your lips, tucking his length into his pants. you’re confused, but before you can maneuver yourself out of the cramped underside of the desk, there is someone else sliding into the chair—someone worse.

“heya, princess!”, gojo whispers a little too loudly, with beads of sweat rolling down his face. “comfy down there?”

both your mouth and brows droop down into a scowl, the pair of men plainly amused at your cute, little expression.

“open up, sweetheart,” gojo commands. he’s quick to undo his belt and pants, tugging his cock free from its confines. it’s stiff and throbbing already, leaking absurd amounts of pre down the length to drip onto his hand, where gojo gives himself slow, teasing pumps.

he doesn’t give you time to prepare before he’s shoving his tip past your lips, rubbing himself over the wet insides of your mouth.

“you ran through campus with a boner?”, geto snickers over his head, watchful eyes glancing between gojo’s manhandling of you and the vacant library to keep a lookout.

his snowy-haired other half is loud, making things way more obvious than geto did. not that he isn’t aware, no, gojo simply doesn’t give a fuck. he’s good at a lot of things, but practicing restraint is not one of them, and he damn sure isn’t about to start now. especially not with you.

gojo darts a pink tongue out to wet his lips, messily clearing away locks of your hair to get a nice view of your pretty face as he thrusts sloppily into your mouth. “i c—couldn’t, fu—ck, help it. did you expect me to— to take my time after you sent me that?”

his best friend only gives a low, delighted chuckle in reply. you catch geto’s gaze as he gives you a long stare, and then palms over the bulge in his pants.

“fuck, suguru got you all nice and loose for me.”, gojo pants, licking away a dewdrop of drool at the corner of his lips. he lets out a low groan, and you see geto’s head snap up to give someone a very menacing glare. “look at him makin’ this nice and easy for us. thank him after i’m through, yeah?”

you don’t respond, can’t respond when gojo’s tip incessantly prods at the back of your throat. gags and chokes are ripped from your throat, muffled and low but surely noticeable by anyone nearby. you expect to be caught and kicked out any minute now, forced to do the walk of shame with these two dumbasses.

gojo slams you down on his cock, and he holds you there. your chest stutters, body heaves as you struggle for any breath of air through the fabric of his shirt pressed against your nose, or the white hairs at his base tickling your face.

just as quickly, he’s pulling you away, and you barely breathe in a single gasp before gojo is shooting ropes of cum to paint your face. you squeeze an eye shut as he almost spurts into your eye, him giggling childishly as he thumbs it away and pokes the same finger into your mouth for you to suck clean.

gojo tosses his head back to catch his own breath. he shoves his cock back into his boxers, straightening out his clothes before rubbing his hands through your ruffled hair.

“ ‘kay, let’s go.”, he says proudly, grabbing you by the upper arm to pull you to your feet. “ up, now, we’re going to your dorm.”

you’re puzzled. apparently, they’re not done with you. “…why?”

“you still gotta thank suguru properly. duh.”

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[yolelejiju]

pls omfg write a fic abt younger stepbro Gojo pls pls

This was a long time coming oop

TW: Stepcest. Gojo X Fem!Reader

Step brother Gojo who wakes you up every morning with the sensation of your body moving up and down thanks to him humping you.

Step brother Gojo who's whining and moaning above you, rutting his cock against your panty covered behind, sliding his dick between your cheeks as he chases his high.

Step brother Gojo who begs you to let him fuck you- to slide those pesky panties aside and push his cock into your dripping cunt but you refuse as 'siblings shouldn't do that'. Never mind that you've done everything else so far- blowjobs, handjobs, titty fucking, letting him suckle your nipples, letting him eat you out- sex still felt like it was crossing a line.

Step brother Gojo who conceded unhappily because he loves you and eventually cums all over your body, tossing his head back as his hot, thick semen paints your bubble butt in white.

Step brother Gojo who repays the favor by pulling your sticky panties down and opening his mouth to tongue fuck you until your cumming around his face.

Step brother Gojo who isn't one to give up and comes up with a plan~

Step brother Gojo who one day receives a package and shamelessly opens it in front of you to show off what he bought. "What is it?" you ask as he unraveled the item on the dining table. "It's a sex toy!" "Wh-huh?!"

Step brother Gojo who bought a silicone toy that is meant to simulate the lower half of a woman's body, a toy that was in the same skin shade as yours. Gojo cooed as he looked it over, commenting that even the pussy and asshole color is the same as yours, beyond delighted.

Step brother Gojo who immediately sticks his tongue into the silicone cunt, lapping at it greedily, putting on a show for you as you watch, flabbergasted, eyes wide and face beet red.

Step brother Gojo who demands you continue watching as he sticks his cock into his new toy. Having slathered it with lube, he roughly plunges his cock into the pussy, moaning loudly as his dick is enveloped by the soft sensation. He starts thrusting like a mad man, face red and a happy grin on his face as he fucks the thing right on the dining room table.

Step brother Gojo who moans out for you, referring to the toy as you. "Nee-san- fuck- your pussy is so fucking good!" "Yeah, take my fucking cock, Nee-san!" "You like that, Nee-san? You like my fat cock stretching out your greedy cunt?"

Step brother Gojo who cums into the toy with a loud, pornstar like moan, his balls clenching as he cums. You gulped as he filled up the silicone hole, stuffing it with so much of his seed, it was starting to leak through the cracks. He pulls out, his wet cock popping out with a loud sound and he turns the toy towards you so you can see the dirty way his cum was pouring out.

"...You're gonna get cum on the table." "Lick it up then~"

Step brother Gojo who bends you over the table and fingers you till you're squirting as you lap up his seed from the toy.

Step brother Gojo who has since gotten obsessed with his new purchase and makes a show of it. He fucks it when he wakes up in the morning. He cums inside it while he showers. He pounds the silicone asshole before he goes to work. When you come back home, he's already on the couch, stuffing it with another serving of cum. And each and every time, he's screaming for you: "Nee-san! Nee-san! Nee-san!"

Step brother Gojo who notices your demeanor changing. He turns you on. He frustrates you. You want him but you're holding yourself back. You're jealous of a silicone mold. He catches you glaring at it. He knows you touch yourself when you see him fuck it. He knows you call out his name when you cum. You're trying to pull yourself together. He's trying to make you fall apart.

Step brother Gojo tosses you onto the bed one night with the toy in his other hand, horny beyond belief. He spreas your legs before he places the toy on your abdomen, aligning it to where your pussy was.

Step brother Gojo pushes your top up, baring him your fat tits as he slides his cock into the mold, hissing as he pictured pushing his cock inside you instead.

Step brother Gojo who proceeds to fuck the toy for what seemes like hours. You had hearts in your eyes, your face flushed a bright red with desire and frustrations. With the way he was pounding into the toy- it felt like he was fucking you! His arms on either side of you- his abs contracting as he thrust into you the toy- the slick sound of his balls coming in contact with your the fake ass- your legs spread to accommodate his body- his flushed face- his moans- his panting- his cries for you- it was all...so...much...

Step brother Gojo who was on the same boat, his mind spinning as he fucks into the toy. Sure, he always thought of you when he used it before but this...this felt different. Your bare breasts bouncing up and down- your nipples hard and tempting- your blush going all the way down to your chest- your little noises that were jumping with the force of his thrusts- the sensation of your body heat right against his, giving him a taste of the intimacy he craves so...so much...

Step brother Gojo who knows this toy is nothing compared to your sweet pussy.

Step brother Gojo who was about to beg you to let him fuck you when you finally- finally said: "G-Gojo! F-fuck me, please?"

Step brother Gojo threw the toy away and ripped your panties off of you in record speed. He gasps as he slides his fingers between your pussy lips, cock throbbing at how wet you are. Not caring to waste time, he presses the tip of his member against your entrance, almost cumming on the spot when he feels your delicious heat against his sensitive tip.

Step brother Gojo who moans louder than he ever has before when he finally pushes inside you, splitting your slick walls with his cock. The wet heat hugging him was addictive, making his head spin as he pushed in deeper and deeper, groaning once he bottomed out. Your back arched and there were tears in your eyes, your whole body trembling as you got filled up. You couldn't help but wonder why you waited for so long?

Step brother Gojo who fucks you so passionately and wildly, you swore you blacked out for a second. Like a dam had burst, your brother took you over and over again, fucking you in every which way. He moaned against your neck when he felt your nails scratch up his back. He spanked your fat ass as he fucked you from behind, burning the imagery in his head. He demanded you get pregnant as he caught you in a mating press, pushing her legs tightly against your chest as he fucked down into you, ready to pump your womb full of his cum. He pushed your head against the pillow as he fucked you prone bone- hips relentlessly pumping against yours as he overstimulated himself, desperate for more.

Step brother Gojo pumps you full of his cum, stuffing his seed deep inside you, filling up your womb. He laughs at your fucked out expression, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body littered with hickies and your pretty pussy stuffed with his cum

Step brother Gojo who knew that after tonight, you belonged to him <3

[yolelejiju]

Satoru’s favorite toy

This was influenced by a request I received. It’s not been checked so will probably have grammatical errors here and there.

TW: stepcest, pseudo incest, noncon, somno, choking, non consensual recording

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StepBro! Satoru who leans he’s soon going to be having a new sister after his father remarries the mistress who shattered his family

StepBro! Satoru who seethes at the thought of having to share with some sluts bastard child

StepBro! Satoru who builds up resentment towards you before meeting you just to have it all disappear upon meeting you in person

StepBro! Satoru who no longer resents his father for remarrying but is grateful for him bringing home a new toy

StepBro! Satoru who offers to help set up your new bedroom but instead is hides hidden cameras in multiple areas of your room.

Clueless you who would never think that the smoke detector on your ceiling could be anything insidious nor do you ever question the plugs on your walls, sure they look slightly different from the ones in the common areas but you pay it no mind.

Clueless you who thinks locking your door grants you the privacy to undress or the privacy to slide your hand between your legs and rub circles on your clit while muffling your cute whimpers.

StepBro! Satoru who goes through the footage of you in your room every night, his right hand on the mouse and his left gripping his hard cock

He takes screenshots of your body, sharing them with his friend Suguru, showing off that he got a “hot stepsis” and sleezy Suguru who just loves to get off to naive cute girls like yourself, hoping he gets a turn after Satoru gets his hands on you

It wasn’t much longer before he did get his hands on you. It was during the winter, your parents left for vacation and to Satoru’s convenience, you got sick and had to stay home in bed whilst he was left to care for you.

He made sure you got all the supplements and medicine prescribed and then some. Maybe he did add a sleeping pill into the mix every now and then. Maybe he did take advantage of your unconscious figure each time you passed out.

He would take your limp hand into his and stroke his hard leaking girth with it. Chills crawled up his spine as he felt your soft fingers graze the veins decorating his shaft. He wrapped his hand around yours, and begin stroking himself with a tight grip.

While your breathing remained slow and even paced his started to speed up, the excitement of his hot sister touching his cock turned him in so much but the smug pride he feels for taking advantage of your unconscious form is what’s making his eyes roll back.

As his hips begin to pick up speed he began to pant and worry less about remaining quiet. What does it matter if you wake, you can’t beat him, especially not in your current state. You were so sick you could barely feed yourself. You probably got sick on purpose, desperate for your big brother Satoru’s attention.

Sure he could have any girl he wanted but all he wanted right now is to conquer you.

He grew sick of using your hand and wanted something more, something wet, something tight. He dropped your hand and it limply fell, hanging off the side of the bed, letting the cool night air dry off the precum that dripped down the palm of your hand.

The bed started to sink as he began to crawl on top of you. His legs straddling your weak body as you foolishly slept without a clue of the danger you were in.

He hunched his body forward and pushed his lips against yours, his tongue grazing your bottom lip before sitting back up onto his haunches and scooting further up your body. At this point his legs were on either side of your shoulders, he caressed your face, dragging his hand from your temple to yours chin, gently pulling your mouth open. He slid just the tip of his length between your lips, enjoying the sensation of your tongue instinctively rubbing itself against his mushroom head.

He began to tilt his hips further as more and more of his length slid into your mouth. When he felt his dick hit the back of your throat he heard you gag, and briefly worried about you waking up. But all you did was twist up your face and continue to sleep. So he felt more comfortable to push himself further and deeper. Once he was so deep he could feel your throat grip his cock as it tried to dislodge the obstruction. You started to gag more but he kept slowly rocking his hips back and forth barely giving you time to breathe.

Your lashes began to flutter as your eyes struggled to open, unable to process whats in front of them. You don’t quite know it yet but what you’re staring at is your step brothers lower abdomen, what you feel tickling your nose is his bluntly shaved pubic hair brushing against your upper lip and nose every time he thrust forward.

Your struggle to breathe jolts you awake, and you immediately grip at his thighs to stop him from moving, but your sleepy weak body is no match for him, satoru is too lost chasing his own orgasm to care that you’re awake, to care that he might be hurting you, ignoring your hands squeezing against his thighs he simply interlocks his fingers in the back of your head and holds you in place so he can continue abusing your throat over and over again. Every time you tries to scream your voice would cause vibrations along his length sending him over the edge.

He tightly gripped your hair and pushed your face against his pelvis as he pumped load after load down your throat. With his dick shoved so far down your throat you had no choice but to swallow it all like the good girl you are.

When he climbed from on top of you, your lungs immediately fought to get back the air they lost. You heaved and coughed regurgitating some of his several loads of cum before you were able to breathe normal again.

By the time you came to, Satoru was long gone from your room, you struggled to process all that happened to you before inevitably falling back to sleep.