I Haven’t Even Starting Reading This But I Can Tell From The Warnings That Imma LOVE It

locker room talk (satosugu x reader 18+)

summary: an alternate universe where suguru doesn’t die and becomes a teacher with satoru and you :))

w.c: 3.9K

warnings: 18+ smut, explicit language, sub!brat!reader, dom!satoru, switch!suguru, public sex, threesome, voyeurism, light degradation, oral on both genitalia, face sitting, light impact play, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, creampie

a/n: this is my first fic i've written in a very long time and have published! if you like it, please send me requests!!!

for as long as you could remember, you were always around suguru and satoru. from the moment you joined jujutsu tech, you clicked with the pair but as much as they hate to admit it, you and shoko were also close. it was nice having a group of four people in your grade so that you could pair up on projects for school. now that you’re all graduated, the four of you still remain at jujutsu tech just under different circumstances. suguru, satoru and you are all teachers while shoko was pretty much the on hand school nurse which was nice for combat training. speaking of training, you get brought back to reality when one of geto’s cursed spirits comes flying at you and you narrowly dodge it by using your technique. 

“good one sensei!” you hear yuuji cheering you on from the bleachers. 

your technique was interesting to say the least, void’s menace, was what your families generational cursed technique was called. the way you were able to dodge suguru’s curses was creating a wormhole and stepping through it to side step the cursed spirit. that’s only one of the possibilities of your technique. satoru has always teased you that the name of it sounded like a copycat of infinite void but you can’t control what it’s called. 

speaking of the devil, satoru approaches the field you guys are training in today, “get your own technique!”

“now’s not the time,” you yell back to him as you open up a blackhole-like portal for suguru’s cursed spirit to fall into on its way to attack you and close it up immediately as it falls for your trap. 

while suguru was busy looking over at satoru, you open another wormhole and use it to appear right behind geto. you quickly take his arms while kicking him down by his knees to knock him over. he lets out a grunt as you successfully knock him to the ground with his hands behind his back, pinning him down with your own knees. 

“3, 2, 1! i got you!” you exclaim as you let go of suguru, holding a hand out to him to help him off the ground. 

wiping your forehead with the back of your other hand, he grabs the outstretched one in his own and tugs you down to the ground with him. you land on your forearms with a yelp, pouting towards your bully. using your technique back to back with training has you exhausted so you weren’t in the mood to be toyed with right now. 

“suguru, you ass,” you whine as you roll onto your back, looking up at the sky, “that was a low blow.” 

gojo goes on to tell the students that their training was over for the day as suguru actually helped you up this time. 

“it seems like you need to go hit the showers miss y/n,” satoru teases you about the dirt on your uniform thanks to his best friend. 

“i’ll do what i want, satoru,” you stick your tongue out at him as you smack the excess dirt off your sweatpants you use for combat training days. 

“and let us deal with the smell?” he waves his hand by his nose jokingly, “so cruel!”

“yeah yeah, yeah. i’ll listen to you just this once! not for you but for the kids.”

“ah c’mon you don’t need to lie to your favorite person.”

“nah i don’t want it to get to your head,” you wave bye to the blindfolded fool and turn towards the women’s locker room.

cutting the water off to your shower, you shiver as you step into the cool air behind the curtain. you can still hear a shower going in the locker room next door so you assume one of the students needed a quick wash as well. it was a hot day to train for sure so you can’t blame them. you have one towel wrapped around your body as you use the second one to scrub at your wet scalp. you didn’t want to get your hair wet but it’s hard to avoid in such a small shower. 

a clanking sound interrupted your thoughts but you don’t sense anything so you assume it wasn’t a big deal. someone was in the other locker room anyways, right? 

going back to drying yourself off, you move to your legs. water drops falling to your feet as the rest of it gets absorbed by the towel and then you hear it again. except this time it was followed by what sounded like a grunt. 

‘what if someone’s hurt?’ you think to yourself, debating on checking the noise. you hesitate because every person who checks the noises in horror movies is always the one to die first and you don’t want that. 

on the other hand, you’re on school grounds so the chance of it being dangerous is pretty low with tengen’s barrier. your second towel now thrown over your shoulder since you finished drying off your legs. you open the locker with your gym bag inside to grab your face moisturizer before your face dries up and begs for hydration. as soon as you open the lid, you hear the same noise with the same toned grunt. 

‘okay, that’s it!’ you decide, tightening the towel around your body, and grab your imbued shurikens just in case. 

you don't want to speak out loud and scare the person, intruder or not, you could get hurt. instead you quietly edge around the corner, trying to be as light as you can on your feet and peek into the other locker room that the noise was coming from. 

your eyes widen as the sight before you unfolds. satoru is kneeling before suguru with his hand around his best friend’s cock, stroking him in a slow and teasing rhythm. you can’t control your legs as you scoot closer into the room but not to the point of where they can see you. 

from here you can get a good view and hear their conversation. you can tell that they’re trying to be hushed since it’s a public space. suguru’s pants are halfway down his legs and his top is hanging on the locker above his head while satoru is still clothed. it looks like they were in a hurry to get some alone time. 

“you liked having them pin you down huh, babe?” satoru says as he circles the tip of suguru’s cock, getting a choked whimper in response. “they outsmarted you and that made you worked up, poor thing.” 

the accusation makes you bite your lip as you feel a tingle shoot down your spine, knowing that he was referring to you and your spar with suguru. 

“or were you picturing yourself doing that to them instead? wishing that they were pinned underneath you, squirming in your hold. i wonder how they felt at that moment.” satoru speeds up his hand, using his mouth on the tip and licking the precum as it oozes like a faucet. his words seemingly working suguru up even more. 

the image flashes in your mind, suguru’s strong arms keeping yours pinned to your back, knees to the sides of your hips as he straddles your ass. maybe you’d be able to feel the shape of his cock through his pants. it definitely seems like you would while you look at it now. his cock is pretty and proportionate to his height, which is very impressive, with a girth like you’ve never seen before. satoru has large hands and you can see that he can fit his hand around it with not much overlap between his fingers. the closer look at it makes you subconsciously drool, wanting to feel it in the back of your throat. you can only imagine what satoru’s would look like. 

a loud moan rips you from your own mind, seeing satoru with suguru’s cock down his throat. his nose hitting the trimmed hairs by the base, no gagging as you visibly see his throat swallow around the length in his mouth. another moan leaves the black haired man’s mouth and satoru pulls off, leaving a trail of saliva hanging from the reddened tip. 

“do you want to get caught sweetheart? you might want to keep it down,” satoru immediately deepthroats suguru’s cock again after the last word leaves his mouth. 

suguru’s hand flies up to his mouth, biting down on the back of it from the sudden stimulation. the other hand grasping at satoru’s hair, accidentally knocking off his signature black blindfold. you can tell that even before the blindfold was off, he was looking up at suguru while his nose once again brushed his happy trail. his bright blue eyes gazing up at him with adoration and lust. the sounds that manage to leave suguru’s mouth even through the bite make your clit tingle in arousal. 

your hand guiltily sneaks its way under your towel and over your underwear, feeling how wet you’ve gotten already. seeing satoru cock hungry and suguru struggle to be quiet has really affected you. you’ve definitely thought about the two boys like this before but never did you think it would happen. you slowly tease your fingers around your clit as you recall how you used to imagine what their cocks looked like, what shape their body took, the sounds they would make and now that it’s in front of you, your brain seems to move a bit slower. if you would’ve been paying attention to your surroundings you’re sure you could’ve felt earlier, satoru’s six eyes. 

now aware of your surroundings, you pray that even though you felt his eyes on you, that it was a false sense. you know that it wasn’t false when satoru’s eyes move to look in your direction with his mouth still bobbing on suguru’s cock and said man’s head is thrown back onto the lockers lost in pleasure. you subconsciously circle your clit faster with those bright cerulean eyes watching your every move. his eyes move back to suguru, pulling off his cock very slowly wanting to still please him. 

“come on out and show sugu’ what a dirty whore you are,” satoru calls for you. 

a whimper leaves your throat involuntarily from being degraded by the man. you remove your hand from under your towel and step forward into the room. all your confidence leaves your body as now you are the center of attention. your hands grip the towel tightly to your body and your eyes on the ground, now too shy to make eye contact. 

“did you hear how desperate suguru is for you? how he wanted to pin you down in return and put you into your place?” satoru teases you. 

“they didn’t need to know that, ‘toru!” suguru’s voice slightly strained from the held back moans, “what if they’re uncomfortable?”

satoru ignores him and looks at you, “are you gonna be a good girl and tell him what you were doing behind the corner? or are you gonna be difficult?”

debating to yourself what to say you land on, “make me.”

satoru gets up from his knelt position and starts to saunter over towards you, his calm demeanor sending a chill up your spine. you know he would never hurt you but you do feel threatened in a way. 

“say it one more time if you’re okay with whatever is going to happen.” satoru says when he’s about 3 steps away from you. 

“make.me.” you would never want to miss out on this opportunity to live out your fantasy. 

he quickly grasps your hair into his fist, pushing you down onto your knees while his other hand pulls down his pants and underwear. you know exactly where this is going and it excites you so you open your mouth with a moan in anticipation. his cock is exactly as you expected, pretty and pale like himself. the length and girth of it a perfect size with few veins and a light pink tip, extra drool drips off your tongue from examining him.

“fucking slut already knew what i was gonna do to them,” he groans as he shoves his cock down your throat, “you’re gonna regret that.”

he moves your head back slightly and then shoves you right back down, barely giving you time to catch a breath. you gag around the girth and your eyes already start to tear up. this has never happened to you in any other experience this quick, this one is already taking the cake. as the first two tears stream down your face, satoru keeps shallowly thrusting into the back of your throat. as much as he didn’t want to, he pulled you off of himself when your throat started constricting too much, he didn’t want you to pass out. 

“so what were you doing over in the corner?” satoru asks you again. 

you’re still sputtering from just having his cock down your throat and catching your breath. you try to talk but nothing comes out at first.

“i asked, what were you doing over in the corner?” satoru not cutting you any slack. 

you’re able to cough a few times to gain your voice back, “n-nothing!” 

“oh what? don’t want suguru to know about how much of a whore you are?” he still has your hand in his fist.

“y’know you don’t have to be afraid to tell me, baby,” suguru finally cuts in after he collects himself from satoru’s excellent head. “or else we’re just gonna hurt you more.”

“m-maybe that’s what i want…” you finally say to the pair. 

“oh ho ho. when i saw you touching yourself by the door, i knew you’d be freaky like us.” satoru admits. 

“mhm, been dreaming about this.” you admit shyly. 

“let’s make that dream a reality.” suguru joins you guys closer to the doorway of the locker room just to tug both of you by the hands to get further into the room. 

within minutes this experience has already blown your mind, it’s by far the best sex you’ve ever had. it started with you sitting on suguru’s face while doing your best to give satoru head, every time you stopped sucking him, he would shove his cock deep down your throat like before and suguru would spank your ass if that wasn’t enough.

cut to now where the three of you were in the same positions but suguru stops fucking his tongue into your hole and moves his face so his nose isn’t stimulating your clit either as a whine uncontrollably leaves your mouth sending vibrations around satoru’s cock. your pending orgasm starts to fizzle and you pull off of satoru. 

instead of asking you to move, the two of them seemingly work like they’re reading each other's minds. suguru grabs your hips while he moves onto his knees behind you and shoves his cock into your dripping pussy the same time satoru makes you choke around his length again. a deep moan escapes you from the stretch of suguru in your cunt. 

“fuuuuck, knew you’d be a tight bitch.” suguru groans from your gummy walls surrounding him. he already has your hips in a tight grip that’ll probably leave bruises but you don’t care about that right now. he then somehow grips them tighter and pulls them back onto his cock at the same time he starts thrusting. 

the angle has him fucking past your g-spot on every thrust and you can feel your orgasm building up again. usually you need your clit to be touched for you to cum but the situation and the best dicking of your life makes this an exception it seems. satoru yanks you off his cock by your hair like he did to you earlier.

“fuck baby, got a mouth like no other. we could definitely train your throat to not gag as much around our cocks,” he says panting, “almost made me cum already.”

he turns to suguru, “and lucky for you, i already loosened you up earlier this morning.” 

you pause as you realize what he meant, you’ll have to ask them about that later. satoru then moves out of your line of view and over to suguru. you have to admit, you imagined that instead of what you walked in on earlier, that it was satoru pounding into his best friend. you imagine the sounds suguru would let out as his prostate gets massaged and as soon as the thought crosses your mind, he actually makes a sound. his mouth is slightly agape, his nose scrunched, his face flustered and the noises, god the noises, his whimpers, and his breathy moans. the sounds alone are making you throb. 

“fuck it’s too much,” suguru whines. 

“be a good boy and take it. you were just whining to me about how you’ve been craving this.” satoru grabs him by the throat as he finishes prepping him and lubes himself up. 

before satoru pushes into suguru, he turns you around to face him again and immediately goes back to his previous speed. as he goes to pull out for a harder thrust, satoru then pushes in hard but not hard enough to hurt. you can tell because of the blissed out look on his face and his hips still, the only movement being satoru’s thrusts. 

he soon slows down into just a subtle grind and grabs suguru by the throat again, “if you stop, i stop. got it?” 

“ye–,” a moan interrupts his response, “yes… i understand.” 

“good boy,” he groans into his ear while pounding back into him. 

subconsciously suguru starts to thrust into you at a fast pace, fucking himself back onto satoru’s cock and then right back into your wet cunt. you can tell he’s already overstimulated and trying his hardest not to cum so fast. seeing how much pleasure courses through his body somehow makes your body hotter and your desperation stronger. he’s currently holding himself up by his arms with his hands by your head so you’re able to reach down between you two to rub your clit. as soon as your hand circles around it in the first circle you reach your peak, you orgasm like you’ve never felt before, as if your body went into a different universe. you can’t control the noises that escape your mouth as you cum, it sounds like a mixture of their names with a loud moan and your body twitches in release. the denied orgasms from earlier making this even more intense. 

“who said you could cum, slut?” satoru is able to tell from your moans alone. “you better not cum without permission.” he yanks suguru’s hair. 

“since someone wants to not be a good listener, we’re gonna give them what they want and make them cum so many times they regret it.” satoru looks at you with a powerful look in his eyes. 

he pulls out of suguru with a grunt and then grabs his hips to pull him out of you next.

“sugu’ you’re gonna take a break so you don’t cum and touch them while i take my turn with them.” 

suguru goes straight for your chest, mouth open as his tongue swirls around your areola and barely grazing your nipple. his other hand is doing a similar thing but the touch feels lighter. at the same time his mouth and fingers latch on to your nipples, satoru eases his way inside your warmth and rubs light circles around your clit. your mouth hangs agape and no sound can leave it. you already feel like you could cum again just from a light touch. 

satoru shifts his hips up ever so slightly and hits a spot you haven’t known of before. you’ve had your g-spot touched before but this was different, you couldn’t even begin to think about what it was at the moment, too focused on the constant bumping against that same spot. 

after a few more thrusts, another orgasm rushes through your body unexpectedly. satoru grabs your legs and rests them on his shoulders and leans down to fold you slightly. your hand is still idling by your clit so the deep and fast thrusts are making your arms shake and bumping into your pulsing clit. as soon as you reach the end of one orgasm, another over throws you again and your pussy is clenching so hard around satoru he has to slow down some or else he would’ve came. 

suguru pulls off your chest and kisses your cheeks, seeing how overstimulated you already were. you try to catch your breath while he does that and satoru comes to a still and is lightly massaging your thighs. you’re so sensitive though that just the touch of his large hands is still turning you on. he picks up on that quickly and replaces the light massage into a hard grip and ruts into you deeply. the sudden stimulation brings tears to your eyes as you can’t help but to continue to be loud. 

to try and get you to quiet down, suguru shuffles onto his knees to where his cock is now in front of your face. without a second thought, you suckle on the tip, collecting his precum. his taste is the classic bitter and salty but it’s not very strong so it’s not too bad. after getting a good taste and getting to adjust your mouth, you’re able to fit more of it in and do your best to move your head. luckily with satoru’s thrusts you have good momentum. 

satoru’s hands abandon your thighs but then instead go to your chest, squeezing it and pinching your nipples between his fingers while nailing your g-spot. muffled moans after muffled moans are heard vibrating around suguru’s length and it makes him grab the back of your head to bob it a bit faster. his movements are still a bit shallow so you can tell he’s getting close. 

“‘toru p–” a sharp moan leaves his mouth as you swallow around him, “please c-can i cum? please? oh fuck.”

you start to choke a little from not catching your breath and hope that satoru would say yes. instead he chuckles and says, “just a little longer.”

you whine in response, tears now falling down your face and start moving your hand faster on your clit. 

“oh fuck, you want me to leave it in you? want me to stuff you full of my cum?” satoru’s voice gets a little bit gruffer. 

you nod your head and moan louder intentionally so he could know that you want it. the lack of oxygen and the constant tingling stimulation makes you cream all over satoru’s cock again. the pulsing of your orgasm pushes satoru into his own and the vibrations of your moans over suguru’s cock also makes him shoot his load down your throat.

the two of them slow down their motions and pull out as they come down from their highs and you finally catch your breath. you can feel satoru’s cum oozing out of your sore hole and it feels like there was a lot. you see suguru manage to get up and grab a washcloth from his shower bag. he wets it under the sink and the two of them lovingly clean you up and ease you back down from your highs. they sit you up and give you one of their water bottles to sip out of.

“are you okay?” satoru asks as he pats your head. 

“mhm.” you barely let out because you feel as if your voice wouldn’t work anyways. 

“c’mon let's get dressed to go home and cuddle,” suguru caresses your cheek.

and you guys did exactly that…as well as a few other rounds. 

warnings: breeding, cum eating, exhibitionism, cockwarming, overstimulation, somnophilia, dub con?( they don’t know you’re fucking both of them), nsfw🔞 (yuji is aged up to twenty, sukuna is twenty seven, and reader is in her twenties or whatever adult age you are<3)

roommate!sukunaandyuji who are convinced they’re fucking you behind one another’s backs— when actually they’re unknowingly sharing you

roommate!sukuna who bends you over the kitchen counter and stuffs you full of his cock violently, covering your messy, drooling mouth while yuji is watching his newest horror movie obsession just feet away from you

roommate!yuji who eats you out under your desk as you play some game you lost interest in ages ago with sukuna who’s playing with you from in his room. sukuna thinks nothing of it when your character barely moves for a whole twenty minutes, claiming ‘women are just bad at video games made for men’ — when really you’re only staying on the game because yuji threatens to stop sucking on your clit if you don’t

roommate!sukuna who stuffs your throat full of cum over and over, forcing you to swish the nasty liquid around and swallow before going to karaoke with yuji and your friends, threatening that if you brush your teeth or use mouth wash, he’d punish you by forcing you to wear a vibrator to bed every night for weeks. yuji asks if you had eaten something weird for lunch when he kisses you, smacking his lips in attempt to place the taste. little does he know, that’s his brothers cum on your tongue. it’s not your fault! you tried to avoid his kisses but yuji is relentless when it comes to physical affection

roommate!yuji who stuffs his cum inside the cupcake sukuna made for you and forces you to eat it in front of both of them. sukuna doesn’t remember adding that much frosting but you seemed to enjoy it so he’ll make it for you again sometime! these baking classes are really paying off!

roommate!sukuna who makes you cockwarm him when there aren’t enough seats in the car on the four hour drive to your yearly cabin weekend stay with all of your friends! yuji thinks sukuna is so responsible and uncharacteristically kind for volunteering to be your seat. sukuna even makes sure that you and he are packed and already seated in the car before anyone else gets in. yuji’s so thankful that you understand he has a bad knee and can’t be your seat for the drive over. maybe sukuna can be a nice guy after all! but he does feel a bit guilty when you gasp everytime the car drives over a bump, sukuna’s muscular lap is probably so uncomfortable. he keeps telling sukuna not to bulk up so much! — when actually you’re just pretty sure sukuna’s cock penetrates your uterus everytime the car jolts

roommate!yuji who fingers you during sukuna’s birthday dinner. his stamina is so strong that he doesn’t even get tired after a whole hour of curling viciously against your abused g-spot, uttering something silly to his and sukuna’s family about how he can always make room for a sweet treat after getting full of savory foods! and wow, he’s never seen sukuna genuinely worried about someone like he is for you when they notice you seem so out of it. yuji says maybe you have a fever? that’s gotta be why you’re blushing and babbling your words, and wiping drool from your lips every now and then. and when you start to let subtle moans slip, yuji takes you to the bathroom to pat your face with cold water and clean you up, like the good boy everyone knows he is— really he just fucks the shit out of you until you limb back to the table with a newfound energy, seemingly all better!

roommate!sukuna who jerks his cock against your sticky, needy labia as you makeout standing by the door of the apartment, only sheathing himself deeply into your chasm when he cums buckets, breeding you full of his milky cum before slipping your thin panties back on and telling you to ‘get out there’ with a pat to your ass, teasing that you’ll be late to meet yuji’s coworkers if you don’t hurry— yuji’s been waiting in the car this whole time for you to be ready after all! yuji thinks women take so long to get ready! you can feel sukuna’s plentiful cum slide out of your pulsing pussy and pool into the small gusset of your panties with every step, bound to escape down your leg soon as yuji introduces you to his boss—gojo thinks you’re a nice young lady but do you really think he can’t see the cum sliding down your thigh? he just assumes yuji is much more active than he thought! maybe wearing a dress tonight wasn’t a good idea

roommate!yuji who hides you under his blankets with your throat full of his throbbing cock when sukuna comes into his room unannounced, looking for the cd he let him borrow. yuji can’t help but smile when you continue to suck him off as sukuna takes his sweet time searching his closet. and sukuna mutters that he didn’t expect yuji to watch a movie with so much gore in it, insulting him that he thought he was more of a ‘my little pony’ kinda guy as he sorts through his closet. yuji laughs and discreetly turns the tv on, thankful that a horror movie comes on just in time. that gore sukuna thought he heard was just the sweet sound of your throat choking on his cock<3

roommate!sukuna who sneaks into the bed you share with megumi and yuji at the cabin, late at night, feigning innocence when he tells you he just means to cuddle. he ends up slipping his cock inside of you and slowly fucking you in a spooning position as yuji sleeps in the middle of the bed, facing you in his sleep. and everytime sukuna’s thrusts shake the bed, yuji stirs and you’re just so afraid he’s gonna wake up to his brother’s cock inside of you. and thank god sukuna is at an angle where he doesn’t see yuji’s habit of slipping his head under your shirt, latching onto your nipple and suckling on it in his sleep because thats exactly when you cum on sukuna’s cock<33

includes: f! reader, aged up! megumi, vocal sex, praising, unprotected sex, fast paced, ooc probably, porn without plot, mating press for a sec, a hint angst if u squint really really hard

megumi fushiguro was weirdly quiet during sex.

he only ever lets a groan of your name out when he’s cumming and a few words of affirmation. it almost hurts your feelings how silent he is—does he not like it?

he also forces your silence. one hand holding the back of one of your thighs, the other slapped over your parted lips to just barely muffle those pesky moans. he's drilling into you, painfully hard cock slamming against that spot that has your eyes rolling back. he's digging his nicely kept nails into your soft flesh and his hips slam into you. his teeth, white and straight, are digging into his bottom lip hard enough to leave bite marks for days after the act. his brows are furrowed above his narrowed indigo eyes. you’ll never see him this concentrated.

he tries his hardest to let some praise slip out, but it's rare. his voice sounds so strained, desperate, and breathless. “so good, y-you feel so good, god,” he blabs before taking his lip back between his teeth.

you think he's not enjoying it enough to be loud. while you're moaning and blabbing beneath his palm, he's unbearably quiet. of course, you’ll never say anything to him. but he knows the truth: if he opens his mouth, everyone will hear him.

so that’s why he's practially jumping for joy when you two get a night truly alone. everyone is out on missions—just you and megumi until 7:30 in the morning.

he wraps a watch, black, silver, and bought with gojo’s card, around his pale wrist. just in case you two end up together all night (spoiler alert: you do).

he checks the dorms once, twice, three times. nobody’s there. there's still some worry nagging the back of his head; that gojo or one of your schoolmates would come home early. but it is overshadowed by his need to show you how good it feels, how good you feel.

did you think he didn't notice? he knew you didn't love his lack of loudness. you poor insecure thing. thank god he's here to reassure you.

he practically breaks your door down the second he’s confident enough that it's just the two of you.

“gumi, h—” you're cut off by his lips slamming against yours, big calloused hands finding their way into your hair.

megumi’s not a horndog, he’s always respectful. but right now he has an opportunity to fuck you and fuck you right, and there is no way he's passing that opportunity up.

“we're alone,” he mumbles against your mouth before attacking it once more. the kiss is mostly teeth and tongue, like he's trying to eat you.

you knew that you were alone in the dorms. of course you did; you were just as excited about it as he was. but the reminder in megumi’s gruff voice sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

he’s already straining against his sweats just from kissing. maybe he is a horndog. just a little.

he pulls away only to latch onto your neck, huffing in your scent like an addict. he's letting out soft hums of pleasure as he sucks on your flesh. shit, that's gonna leave marks. his hands pull out of your hair to grab at your ass.

“you smell good,” he practically grunts between wet kisses over your throat, “pretty girl.” your cheeks burn hot at his words, your hands traveling into his inky locks and tugging.

his eyes are on your face—they always are. he watches as your lips part, a few small whimpers coming out of you as he continues ravishing you. he loves looking at you. you are his pretty girl after all.

he pushes you backwards onto your bed gently and effortlessly. he kisses your lips again, just as gently. he’s such a sweetheart under all that stoicism.

he runs his hands under your shirt, gooseflesh covering your skin at the contact. he keeps his eyes on you.

“i need you,” he grumbles, “now. is that okay?” he hesitantly fondles your boobs through your bra, slightly swollen lips parting in a small grunt as his groping grows just a bit more aggressive.

you nod almost instantly. maybe a little too eager. “mhm, need you too, megs,” you agree, bringing your hands to rub up on his shoulders. he smirks, just barely. how adorable.

the both of your clothes disappear in a haze of colors, ripped off by megumi’s skilled hands. he leaves both of you just in underwear before pressing a small kiss on your warm cheek. pre is leaking through his boxers, dick throbbing against the navy fabric. your eyes are glued to his boner with wide, needy eyes as he climbs on top of you.

he’s panting, his usual chewing of his bottom lip replaced with a slack jaw. he brings his middle finger to drag lazily across your slit. you shiver, eyes fluttering shut with a mewl.

“so wet,” he observes, dipping his head down to suck some red marks against your collarbone.

his digit ghosts tight circles over your clothed clit before pushing your underwear aside. he pulls back to sit on his knees between your spread legs. and he moans at the mere sight of your sopping pussy, his dick twitching as more pre cum pools out of his tip.

your eyes, gleaming with shock, shoot open to stare up at him. his hungry gaze flicks up to your flushed face. “gumi?” you cock your head.

“please,” megumi practically whines, bringing two fingers to circle around your hole.

first the moaning, then the begging. who is this and what’d he do with your boyfriend? despite this, his large ring and middle fingers prodding at your entrance make it impossible for you to question his behavior. though you could guess why. you just nod lazily, eyes glued to where his hand connected to your sex.

“fuck, okay,” he groans, sliding his digits inside you. he lets out a loud whimper right along with you. you clamp down around his fingers so tight, so well. you arch your back, head falling back against your pillows. he sounds so pretty it has your head spinning.

he slams into your cunt with loud squelches, his palm deliciously hitting your clit and his a-little-too-loose watch bouncing with each roll of his wrist. he uses his free hand to sloppily pull his boxers just far down enough to grab his aching cock out. he strokes himself in tandem with how he’s bullying your hole.

“look at me,” he says breathlessly, “please, pretty girl, look at me.”

you prop yourself up on your forearms, wide eyes staring at his cock. he's leaking pre cum, tip an angry red, balls full. “oh my god,” you mumble.

he keeps panting and letting out groans. it's music to your ears. you almost wish you could record this moment. his brain is mush right now. without having to focus on keeping quiet, he's practically putty in front of you.

he pulls his sticky hands away from both of you to push your knees to your chest, the two of you whining at the loss of contact. his normally droopy eyes were wide as he stared at you. he presses a kiss against your lips, gentle and fleeting, before letting go of the back of one of your thighs to adjust his cock against your entrance. he lets out shaky breaths as he ogles at your cunt, swollen and shiny with slick.

he glanced up at your already blissed out expression, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead like glue and your plush lips parted. you nod quickly and not even a second passes before his tip slides past your weak ring of resistance.

he moans, loud. it's dragged out and low, his blue eyes screwed shut. he pushes fully inside you as his hands hold a vice grip on the back of your knees.

“god, shit, you feel so good,” he grunts, but he (despite his need) stays still to let you adjust. he dips his head down and presses kisses against your tits, sucking on your nipples with muffled groans.

you bring a hand to cup the back of his head. “you sound so pretty, gumi,” you say sweet and breathless.

he whines before pulling off your boob with a loud pop, “can i move?” he asks breathlessly.

he always asked for permission—what a gentleman—but now he sounded like he’d cry if you said no. it was cute.

“mhm,” is all you say before a loud gasp is pulled from your throat as he drags out and slams back into you.

he’s moaning pornographically as he slams into your cervix with loud plap! plap! plap!’s. he scrambles with his hands, letting go of your legs to let them rest open around his.

his hands find the flimsy panties he’d pushed out of his way, brows furrowing in annoyance out their presence. he discards them with a loud riiiiiiip, tossing the destroyed cotton behind him onto your dorm floor. the merciless rocking of his hips and his loud noises of pleasure don't even waver.

“megs,” you pout between moans, “i liked those.”

“i-i’ll buy you new ones,” he grunts, enunciating his point with a particularly sharp thrust into your clenching cunt.

he brings one hand to grope your chest, whimpering softly as he feels your nipple instantly re-harden under his touch. the other hand slides between the two of you to rub your clit with fervor, causing a loud moan to come out of your agape mouth. he keeps his wide eyed gaze on where your sexes meet, your slick creating a sheer white sheen of sticky fluid connecting you two.

you writhe under him. “meg, meg, meg—fuck,” you chant with an arch of your back

“ohhh, yeah,” he groans lowly, fingers working your bundle of nerves speeding, “please squirt for me, come on,” his thrusts go sloppy just at the thought.

you whine out his name, the muscles in your thighs flexing and twitching. his head lols back, adam’s apple bobbing with each loud groan pulled from his throat.

“please,” megumi begs, increasing the pressure of his rubbing on your bud.

you let out a dragged out whine, nodding as you felt white hot pleasure wash over you. you gush around him, cunt squeezing his dick just right as squirt coats him lower stomach. the watch on his wrist starts to gleam with your release. he’s moaning louder than you as you cum.

“mm, good, yeah, so so good.” he drops his head to watch how you clench around his dick in an attempt to milk him for all he’s worth. his thrusts grow sloppy, his cock twitching inside you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans as he pulls his wet hand away from your puffy clit to rest on your tummy. he's desperately, selfishly chasing his own high now, his hips all too quickly slamming against yours. “god, fuck, ‘m close. where you want it, pretty girl?” he glances up at your face, all flushed and contorted in pleasure.

you could barely think. how did he think you were gonna answer a question?

“don’ know, not inside,” you mumble with a shake of your head, hands clawing at his shoulders from oversensitivity.

he nods.

he wants to cum inside you, of course he does. he knows you want it too. yadda yadda no kids, okay. but that doesn't stop him from ramming into you until the very last second.

he repeats “don't cum” in his head over and over until he finally pulls out with a dragged out moan of your name. he doesn't even have to use his hand as he cums on your lower stomach. his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back into his skull. you watch as his release, burning hot and thick, spills onto your skin. his hands found their way to your hips and he was grabbing them with a death grip.

megumi fushiguro is weirdly loud during sex.

he pauses for a few seconds after his release. the two of you are left heaving in sync, both of your eyes fluttered shut. he's still mewling between heavy breaths.

he opens one eye to check his sticky watch. there was no way in hell he was losing a single minute of tonight. he dips his head between your parted legs. he moves his hands to spread your shaking thighs farther apart.

“‘m not done.”

don't be mad

⌗︙・yuuta cumming on his own face ⸜⸜・

"stop whining." you say, lifting yuutas legs until they are over his shoulders. you take him cock into your hand, rubbing it up and down.

"wait, what are you doing?" he chokes out with a moan. he feels dirty as his pre cum falls on his face. this whole position is exposing him too much and he can feels your eyes on his cock and his hole. you grip his cock harder as you jerk him off. you lean down to take his tip into your mouth before you get back to just touching him.

"you could suck your own cock with how big you are." you laugh and his cheeks turn even redder. he has never seen his side of you and by the hardness of his cock, he's not complaining. he can feel himself getting close and closer to his release. and you know it too by the way he twitches. you blow a little at his hole and that's when he loses it. he cums hard on his own face. some of the cum landing in his mouth and some in his hair. you take your finger, scooping the cum and putting it in his mouth. you smile at him but yuuta remains confused.

"y/n, you're gonna regret this. get on the bed."

bottoms up!! 🤠

ac: 404_MORT

Sukuna is just so amazed by how wet you get for him. Ever since he first saw your pussy, throbbing and radiating arousing heat, he knew that he finally had a slice of heaven.

“Baby, how come you didn’t tell me you got this wet and needy sooner??”

“I…didn’t know I did?”

You’re just utterly confused by how much he LOVES the way you look, taste, sound, even smell—you can’t wrap your head around it, you’ve always thought that you had an average, normal, sexual desire, but then you met Sukuna.

“God, you’re so fucking warm; so fucking sticky and wet—fuck!” He’d growl in your ear as he pounds into you from above, his hands pressing your thighs against your chest.

“K-kuna! Stop, I’m making a mess,” you cry, “w-we just changed the sheets!”

Sukuna will just laugh—like genuinely laugh—and look at you through heavy lidded eyes, not stopping his brutal pace for a moment.

“And we’ll change ‘em again—I wanna see you make a fucking mess~”

I’ll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

the older brother >

❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄! ❞

❝ A PUNK ROCK DRUMMER AND HE'S SIX-FOOT-THREE !! ❞

✧ pairing: older brother! choso kamo x best friend! reader

✧ summary: you've been asked whether you and yuji are together a million times - but the truth is his brother is more your type -- so what happens when you end up sharing a bed one night?

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fluff, reader is two years younger than choso (same age as yuji), (all in their 20s but age is vague), bed sharing, switch! choso, soft dom! choso, sub! choso, oral (m), handjob (m), dry humping, fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, implied itafushi, implied bi king yuji, a little angst with choso, but a lot of comfort, cuddling, nobara hijinks, art by @/yume041624

✧ wc: 5,597

✧ for my 2k celebration event: item 2 has been sold to one anon!

Yuji Itadori was not your boyfriend. 

It was a sentence you had to say probably as many times as Yuji had to tell people you weren’t his girlfriend. It was the first thing people asked when they saw the two of you together, or some iteration of “you two are soooo cute together,” “you’re the perfect couple,” or your favorite, “when’s the wedding?” 

The last one you liked to answer with when hell froze over. 

And it wasn’t because Yuji wasn’t attractive — he was. He was cute, athletic, loyal to a fault, somewhat intelligent when he put his two brain cells together, and had a really nice smile. But you said that with all of the platonic energy in the universe — because if anyone asked you to kiss Yuji (year seven, a dare that went horribly wrong, and ended with you shoving Yuji into someone’s lap) — you would probably laugh or puke. 

Whichever naturally came first (or possibly both). 

But the good thing was Yuji felt the exact same way — he saw you as a sister, someone he respected, loved, but never romantically — you knew that by the way he barely had reacted when he had barged into your bathroom when you were getting dressed from your shower still, and just promptly just shut the door with a shouted, “sorry!” 

You glance to your right, at Yuji who was playing a video game beside you on the couch — No, your type was not the golden retriever, stare into your eyes longingly, and bring that boy home to your parents — no, your eyes slid over to your left, your type was…his older brother. 

Jet black locks that hung to his shoulders, inked tattoos peeking out from beneath his black t-shirt, bags under his eyes as dark as his gaze itself, and his perfect lips were curled in a small smirk — at you.

Choso Kamo was absolutely your type — except for the fact he was your best friend’s older brother. That little problem still niggled into the forefront of your mind, even as you saw him lick his lips out of the corner of your eye, the rounded metal piercing on his tongue glinting in the fluorescent lights of the basement. Your eyes drew back to the TV screen where Yuji was badly losing a fighting game online, toying with your phone in your hands. 

“Yo bro, are you headed back to school tonight?” Choso went to a college couple hours away — his break nearly over now — while you and Yuji went to a nearby university, two years behind Choso. 

“Yeah, I’m going to make the drive tonight, probably get there before midnight or just after,” he sighs, raking his painted fingernails through his hair, “when do you two head back?” 

“Next week,” you replied, watching Yuji fall into sudden death in his match, “Yuji promised to help me move this time, and not blow me off to help his boyfriend move this time,” 

“Fushiguro isn’t my boyfriend,” he snaps, and the other player takes him out, Yuji glares at you, knuckles white against the controller, “look what you did,” he grumbles, tossing the controller onto the table, clattering against the wooden surface. 

“Careful, you break another controller, and your dad will kill you,” you smirk, “if you weren’t so sensitive about Fushiguro, you wouldn’t have lost!” 

His cheeks are stained an incriminating red, as he gets up and stalks off, muttering something about getting a soda from upstairs, and he’s gone in a flash, as you chuckle, far too pleased with your work — a little more prodding, and maybe you’d win that bet with Nobara about Yuji and Megumi getting together on the first day back. 

“So, is that Fushiguro kid good enough for him?” Choso’s voice snaps you from your thoughts, as Choso raises an eyebrow, a smile pulling at his lips. 

“Who’s really good enough for Yuji?” But you add, “but Fushiguro’s a good guy. He’d be a good match for Yuji,” 

“And what about you?” 

You tilt your head, your heart stutters in your chest, “What about me?” 

“Who’d be a good match for you?” And you bite your bottom lip — you can’t be honest can you? How could you? Yuji had no idea how you felt and if he did, he may be horrified at the thought of you dating his older brother. But what if he wasn’t? And what if — your eyes meeting his own — you didn’t care? 

But you don’t get to reply as Yuji comes bounding back down the stairs, bad mood already dissipated in the short few minutes he was gone, as he tosses you your favorite drink and does the same with his brother, “what I’d miss?” 

You rolled around in bed, tossing from side to side — until you sighed again, resting on your stomach. You were so stupid. You had all day with Choso, all day to say something — to steer the conversation back to what you were talking about before. But no, you couldn’t. The three of you had dinner together, and you watched Choso leave, bags in hand, as you did the last two years. 

He and Yuji clap hands together, as he ruffles his little brother’s hair as always, “Don’t do anything stupid okay? Visit your dad as much as you can. And let me know if you want to visit,” and his eyes find yours, “the both of you,” 

And his palm comes to ruffle your hair as usual, leaning far too close for your heart’s sake, 

“Be good ok?” And god, you have to force yourself not to shiver, as you nod, “Yuji, let her sleep in my room. She shouldn’t be forced to sleep on your couch again.”

“I always tell her to take my bed but she always says no—“ 

“That’s because your mattress sucks—“ 

“Well mine doesn’t,” Choso cuts in, and fuck, why does that make you press your thighs together discreetly, “So just sleep in there, ok?” 

And now that’s where you find yourself, in Choso’s bed, in the room that Yuji’s dad had set up for him to use — it was relatively neat, a guitar left in the corner that he often used when he was here to practice — the one he had been sleeping in for the last month, the bedroom you’d pass each night and wish you had the courage to knock on his door, let the door swing open as you leaned close to him, fingers resting on his shoulder, breath warming your lips before you finally—

This wasn’t helping, you groaned into his pillow, and neither was the fact that this entire bed smelled like him — like musk and spice and something that’s so distinctly him. So distinctly him that you can’t ignore the ache between your legs, as your traitorous mind summoned images of him lying shirtless in bed — you knew from how his t-shirt would ride up that his body was far more toned than he looked and from when his chest pressed against your back when he reached for a plate from the table. 

Fuck. You buried your face into the pillow again, you would be lucky to sleep an hour, much less a full night. But finally, you do drift off into Hypnos’s realm, however brief it is. 

Until you’re awoken by rustling, you turn on the bed, consciousness stirring, as you hear the sounds of shifting again and your eyes blink open only to see a shirtless Choso standing in front of you. 

You nearly pinch yourself to ensure your sinful thoughts before bed hadn’t betrayed you (and you do discreetly, as you stare at each other), “Choso?” You ask, voice thick with sleep, despite your body being far too awake for its own good, as your eyes finally dart away from the expansive view that is his bare chest, “what are you—“ 

“The roads got bad while I was driving back, it’s raining really hard — I got drenched even just heading from the car to the house,” he pulls on a shirt, “sorry I just came to grab a shirt—“ 

“Do you wanna sleep in your bed?” You move to get up, but he shakes his head, his hand finding your head again, as he ruffles your hair, “I can sleep in Yuji’s room — it’s fine,” 

His lips quirk, “No, it’s okay — I’ll take the couch in his room, it’s not a problem,” 

There was a problem — Yuji had locked his door before bed — the idiot. And once he was asleep, he slept like the dead — and the only way to wake him was the scream your throat raw, or a necromancy blood  ritual — whichever was simpler. 

“You can take your bed, I can sleep on the floor,” you chew your lip as you watch him set up a sheet and blanket on the floor of his room, “Choso—“ 

“I’m not going to have you sleep on the floor,” he raises an eyebrow, as he lays back, “just go back to bed, I’m sorry I woke you,” 

You shake your head, “you’re fine,” and you glance at the bed — there was enough space for both of you, wasn’t there? “we could share the bed—“

“No,” 

“It would be fine—“ and he seems unconvinced, his dark eyes finding yours again, cutting off your train of thought, “what?” 

“Do you always insist on sharing a bed with a guy?” And your cheeks burn, eyes unable to meet his as you glance at your phone, “you should be more careful,” 

“I trust you, and Yuji,” you add, chewing your bottom lip — you were veering into dangerous territory,  “I wouldn’t do this with anyone else,” 

“Really?” 

“Really,” and he reaches up, you think to ruffle your hair again, but instead his fingers brush his cheek, long fingers trailing the length of your cheekbone, “Choso—“ 

“Go to sleep, we can talk in the morning,” and his fingers fall away as quickly as they come, as he turns away, his black locks fanned out on his pillow, “good night,” 

“Night,” you murmur, as your eyes rest on his back — how was he so close yet so far? You barely remember a time he wasn’t there — he had found Yuji when he was in middle school — right after his grandfather had passed away. You were by Yuji’s side, holding his hand, when Choso tapped on his brother’s shoulder. And it wasn’t love at first sight — you were overprotective of Yuji, but Choso took his time to gain your trust with actions — until he had gained a lot more than just your trust — he had gained your heart along with it. 

And even now, those adolescent feelings still lingered, and he remained just barely out of reach. Close enough to touch, but not enough to breach. 

You close your eyes finally, maybe it wasn’t meant to be. 

You barely drift off when you hear the sounds of soft cries and even a whimper — your mind is pulled from the arms of sleep into reality, eyes fluttering open to only find the darkness of night, the barest glimmer of moonlight let in by the cracks of the curtains, and you see him. 

Choso. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, fingers clutching at his blanket — his knuckles nearly white, his brow formed valleys seemingly as deep as his fear. His breath left his lips in short pants, and you’re climbing off the bed before you can think. 

Yuji had told you Choso hadn’t had the best upbringing. You didn’t know much, but you had known Choso had grown up taking care of his other siblings, left to be a father instead of an older brother. And his father…had abused all of them when he had bothered to be around — Choso taking the worst of it. 

You’re at side, but you don’t know what to do — your fingers shake as you reach to touch him, but you don’t know if that will only scare him more, “Choso, you’re safe,” you said softly, “I’m going to touch you okay? You’re safe, you’re okay — come here, I’ll keep you safe,” and your fingers graze lightly against his brow, smoothing it’s ceases before running your fingers through his hair, “no one can hurt you,” and your other hand eases his fingers from his blanket, intertwining your fingers, “you’re okay,” 

And his body slowly grows more limp, the tension ebbing away with each second, as his breathing slowed, your name leaving his lips, “I-I’m sorry,” you shush him gently, “I—“

“Come onto the bed,” you murmur, and he’s shaking his head, “Choso, it’s okay, it’ll be fine.” 

His eyes slowly flutter open, but instead of fear, you only find sadness, “But what if…I hurt you somehow?” His voice is soft, and you almost chuckle at the thought of him hurting you. 

“You could never hurt me, I know you, Choso,” you tug him by his hand lightly, “come on, please?” 

You get onto the bed first, and he slowly follows, the bed dipping with his weight beside you. Your heart squeezes at the warmth of his body being so close, your fingers hesitantly reaching for him, and his arm slowly wraps around your middle, giving you enough time and space for you to move away (you don’t),  “Thank you,” he murmurs, and your lips curl in a soft smile. 

“Of course,” you say, and you inch even closer, as his breaths slow and warm your skin, and your eyes finally flutter shut too. And as you slip back into sleep — you wonder if you’ll truly wake to only realize this was a dream. 

Choso had watched you and Yuji grow up — well, he was still growing up too — it felt as if he had aged so much faster the way he grew up. When he found out about Yuji from his deadbeat father, Choso went looking for him — only to find him with a death announcement — Yuji’s grandfather’s. Choso knew what it was like to lose family — the wounds never would heal, it was a poison that seeped into every crevice of your body, and hung on your bones like weights. But even so, Choso didn’t know Yuji — and he didn’t know how he’d react to a random person showing up to his grandfather’s funeral. 

But he did anyway — and he was so glad he did, because he not only found his brother, but he found you too. 

You — Yuji’s best friend, and who he thought his little brother would eventually date, even despite his protests that the two of you were just friends. You, who had encouraged Yuji to spend time with him, while guarding him as you did, eyes sharp and evaluating around his presence. But that eased with time — and with time, you both had grown up. 

You had grown up to be even more beautiful than he thought was possible. And it wasn’t just your appearance — that had shedded the second skin of insecurity and awkwardness that came with adolescence — but it was everything. Even more than before, you radiate warmth, the same kind of warmth his brother did, but instead of a blinding sun, you were soft light that enveloped those you wished to.  

And this past month had been an exercise of self control if not torture. Seeing you in the mornings, hair askew as you emerged before Yuji did, a soft smile that he only could hope was reserved for him. Voice thick with sleep as you told him ‘good morning,’ and it was — every time he got to wake to the sight of you. 

This morning was no exception, but only cemented that fact.  

Although, now that he was waking up beside you, maybe he was wrong, maybe you were blinding — because you blinded from seeing every ounce of logic he thought he had. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, your soft breaths tickling his skin, as his fingers tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. 

How were you so beautiful? The back of his finger traced the slope of your jaw, no one should be allowed to be this ethereal — especially while they slept. Your feet stuck out of the blanket, and he fixed it, making sure you were warm enough, but he only succeeded in making you stir. 

He froze as you only nuzzled into him further, your fingers grasping at the front of his shirt, while your legs further entangled with his, your waist, pressed right against his and…a particular problem presented itself. 

Fuck. 

He needed to leave the bed, but how would he without waking you? He carefully slipped his arm away from you, trying his best to detangle your legs from his own. But only for your eyes to flutter open anyway — his breath catching as your half asleep gaze meets his, your lips curling into a soft smile. 

“Morning,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep, and god, he hopes you can’t hear or feel how his heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice. You don’t seem the slightest bit concerned at the proximity, your eyes opening and shutting still, “are you okay?” 

“I am, thanks to you,” he murmurs, his cheeks warming at the sight of your sleepy smile, as you rubbed your eyes, “did you sleep okay?” 

“I did, I think I slept the best I had in weeks,” you admit, as you blink away sleep, and really look at him — only to find him staring, “what?” 

“You’re just…really beautiful,” and he delights in your eyes darting away from his shyly, and his fingers brush against your chin, guiding your gaze back to his, “you really have no idea what you do to me, do you?” 

And he feels your breath catch — and he wonders if he’s crossed a line, if he should back off, if he had rung a bell that should have never been touched — but your fingers curl around his, lips parted, “Then why don’t you show me?” 

He swallows thickly, as he draws closer, thumb rubbing the length of your cheek, and you let him — putty in his hands, “Can I kiss you?” And you nod wordlessly, and he doesn’t wait any longer, his lips brush yours. 

It’s chaste, barely a kiss at all, lips parting far too soon, but he can’t help but hesitate, he wants this to be right, he never would want to hurt you — never wanted to even approach that line, much less toe it. But by the way your fingers threaded in his long locks, finding purchase on the back of his neck to only kiss him — he figures he’s fine. 

But fuck, you’re more than just fine. You’re everything, everything to him. 

Your lips glide against his so utterly softly, his tongue dragging against the seam of your lips, and you part them for him with ease. He swallows your moan eagerly as he tastes you, as your fingers tug at his shirt, urging him on top, as you roll onto your back for him. 

“But—we shouldn’t—” he bites his lip, “Yuji—” 

“Who the fuck cares about Yuji right now?” and you’re climbing on top of him this time, your clothed cunt dragging teasingly over his morning wood, as a gasp escaped his lips, “you’re a lot more honest down south, Choso,” you tug your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor, his eyes widen, raking over your exposed skin, gasping when you lightly grind down on his already tenting erection, “Yuji doesn’t need to know, as long as we’re quiet,” and you lean down to kiss him. 

All sense leaves his mind — right as your lips find his again, and your hands slip under his shirt, the sounds of your kisses ring in his ear, your lips quirking up when your teeth graze against his bottom lip and he groans. 

Your fingers pull at the hem of his shirt, and he leans up, helping you toss it onto the ground to join your shirt, “I thought you liked Yuji,” he murmurs, “I never thought you would—“ 

“Yuji is my friend — my best friend. The only thing we’ve ever come close to sharing is a kiss when we were kids because of a dare, and even then, I had pushed him away,” and you smile that same way that had stolen his breath time and time again, “but I’d never dream of pushing you away, Cho—“ 

And he’s flipped you under him, your back pressed against the mattress, your breath caught in your throat, as his lidded gaze finds yours, “Even if I make you scream?” His fingers trace down your cheek, the length of your jaw, across your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, “you won’t mind letting Yuji hear you then? Hear how good I make you feel?” He murmurs, and you whimper as his fingertips breach the edge of your bra, teasing the perked peaks underneath, “won’t push me away when I push into you?” 

“Choso,” you gasp, as his fingers roll your nipples between his fingers, “fuck—“ 

“You have such a filthy mouth for someone so innocent,” he murmurs, voice gliding over your body like velvet, “have to put your mouth to good use, won’t I, baby?” And his fingers glide down your stomach now, teasing the waistband of your shorts, “you like it when I talk like this? I wonder how much,” he hums, his eyes finding yours, looking for confirmation as his fingers drag down gen elastic of your shorts, and sees the wet patch of your slick, “been waiting for this as much as I’ve been, baby?” 

“Yes, please,” you whine, and he’s teasing your hardened clit through the wet fabric, “been waiting so long, Cho, please—“ 

“You were so bold before,” and his lithe fingers are tugging your underwear aside as his fingers circle the outside of your cunt, “does it only take a few touches to have you so pliant under me?” 

You pout, and it’s so unfair how adorable you look — god, it was always so unfair how cute you looked — “Please, don’t tease me,” 

“How can I not when I waited for this for so long?” he kisses the length of your collarbone, sending a shiver down your body, his knees pressing your thighs apart, as his thumb presses teasingly against your clit, “tell me, how long have you waited?” 

“Choso—” you whine, but it falls on deaf ears, even as your hips try to grind against his touch, he’s pressing your hips back down, “I-I don’t know,” but he knows from the way from your forearm covers your face out of embarrassment that you do. 

“I know you do, sweetheart,” and he’s easing your arm from your face, thumb dragging down your kiss bitten lips, “don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, “you’re too pretty to hide,” 

“Please, just touch—“ and a gasp parts your lips again, back of your head pressing into the pillow as a single digit works it’s way inside your fluttering walls, the wet squelch of your walls against his finger nearly enough to make him cum in his boxers there and then, “Cho, so good,” and god, he’s reaching a hand into his boxers to palm at his aching erection. 

“So fucking wet f’me, baby, just for me, right?” and you’re nodding wordlessly, his finger was so much longer and thicker than your own, “can’t wait to sink inside you, baby,” and he’s adding another finger, slowly working you open, toying and teasing you until the moans he’d dreamed of spill from your lips again and again. His palm grasps desperately at his weeping erection, imagining your smaller fingers around his cock, 

“Choso, s’close, can’t—” a soft groan leaves your lips. 

“Cum around my fingers, pretty, fall apart for me,” he grunts, and his thumb bares down on your clit, and you’re tipping over the edge, as your mouth falls open, back arching as you cum hard, pleasure ripping up your body, as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. Your eyes flutter open slowly, as he pulls his fingers from you slowly, your slick clinging to his fingers. You watch him as he presses his fingers into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean of your cum, “best thing I’ve ever tasted, baby,” and he’s leaning to press a kiss to your lips, swallowing your moans with ease, as he lets you taste yourself on his tongue. 

And you’re rolling him over onto his back, as his dark gaze finds yours, as you kiss your way down his body, until you settle between his thighs, “My turn to taste you,” you look up with half lidded eyes and curled lips — and his cock twitches even before you even lay a finger on him.  Your fingers tug down at the elastic of his waistband of his shorts and pull them down with ease, eyes glazing over as you stared at his bulge, tip weeping against his boxers, a large wet patch that your fingers brushed against. 

“I wasn’t the only one who was eager, Choso,” your fingers graze his tip, teasing his slit  through the damp fabric, drawing a hiss from his lips, “such a pretty noise,” you press your thighs together, “wonder what other noises I can pull from these lips,” 

“Pretty, fuck—“ he grunts as you tug his boxers down finally, his cock slapping against his stomach, as your eyes seemingly dilate at the sight of him. 

“You’re the pretty one, pretty boy,” his cock was lovely flushed red, pearly bead of pre-cum dripping from his slit — and god, he’s really sensitive, keening as your fingers wrap lightly around his tip, smearing his pre down his length, “now, who’s gonna be the one to wake Yuji? Gonna let your brother how good it feels have his best friend touch you?” And his cock twitches at the thought, and you don’t miss it, as your fingers begin to slide down to his base, “oh, you want him to hear us? Want him to hear me suck you off too?” And your lips press a chaste kiss to his tip, his hips jerking, as the tip of your tongue traced his weeping slit. 

A whine leaves his throat, as your mouth envelops him now, fingers touching what your mouth couldn’t take, your tongue running along his veins. 

God, you’re a fucking vision, he nearly blows his load in your mouth as his eyes flutter open to watch you — head bobbing and sucking at his cock, a mix of his precum and your spit dribbling out of the corner of your mouth. His fingers thread in your hair, as he resists the urge to fuck your mouth. 

And he’s easing you off, your lips removed with a pop, a string of your saliva and his pre connecting you to his aching erection. 

“Such a good girl,” he’s pressing his thumb on your tongue, letting you swallow his precum, “fuck, baby, please, I need you,” 

And he’s got you under him again, your legs folded and pressed against your chest, long fingers pressing into his soft flesh,  “Choso, fuck me, I need—“ your words cut off as you moan as he drags his cock against your fluttering cunt, your thighs quiver and shake from anticipation, “ngh— ah, stop teasing me,” 

“You’ve been teasing me for so long, baby, can I have two minutes?” His tip sinks into you, far too fucking slow, “wanna make this last, been dreaming about this for too long, wanna make you feel good—” now that he’s had a taste, he can’t go a moment without it, your skin the sweetest thing he ever had — he’s no better than a desert wanderer gulping water down for the first time — because now he can’t help but want you swallow you whole.  

You whimper, and he can’t hold back anymore at the sight of large tears pooling in your eyes, and he’s sinking into you, inch by inch — and god, your warmth is so much fucking better than he could have ever imagined. And he had, with guilt gnawing at him, as his fingers jerked his pulsing cock off, imagining that it was your pretty pussy he was cumming in, instead of his fist. 

You swallow him whole instead, your needy cunt pulling him deeper and deeper, until he finally bottoms out. “Princess cunt gonna make me cum before I even fuck you, baby,” he’s groaning, and your walls flutter around him, tugging him in even before he tries to pull out. 

“S’big, Choso — I’m so full, baby,” you’re moaning, fingers trying to find purchase on something, anything, but even so your legs are parting more for him, as he slowly starts to fuck you. 

The smacks of your skin meeting his echoes in his ears again and again, your hips rising to meet his thrusts, and he’s so fucking deep — you swear you can feel him in your stomach, tip surely brushing against your cervix. 

His grunts only make you wetter, as he pistons his hips desperately, murmuring sweet words in your ear about how perfect you were, how good you were taking him, and how he couldn’t wait to fill you up. 

Your eyes squeeze shut as large tears slip down your cheeks, that he thumbs away, finding your lips in a sloppy, messy kiss as he splits you open, “Cho, fuck, please I’m s’close,” 

“Cum for me, baby, cum all over my cock,” and his fingers are reaching down, rubbing circles over your clit just as his cock finds that spot that has your back arching and pleasure running up your spine. And you’re gone, squirting all over him, unable to even be embarrassed as he fucks you through your orgasm, his low groan at the fucking mess you’ve made of his sheets and his cock — ring of white forming around his base, as he fucks you through your orgasm, “g’nna cum, where—“ 

“Inside,” and that’s all it takes for him to fall over the edge with you, his cum painting your walls, spurting as his hips slowed as he fucked his release into you, slowly easing your wobbly legs down, groaning again as he pulls his softening dick from your messy cunt, watching your mixed releases spill from inside you. 

He’s rolling off of you, lying beside you, as he cuddles you, burying his face in the nape of your neck, pressing sweet kisses to your still burning skin, “Are you okay?” He murmurs, leaning back, as he runs his fingers through your hair. And his gaze is impossibly soft with concern only for you, “are you in any pain? Do you need—“ 

And you kiss him softly, still full of need, but just for his presence, for his touch, for him, all of him. 

“All I need is you right now, okay?” His cheeks grow even more flushed, eyes shying away, even after all the two of you had done. And as the afterglow ebbs away, your anxieties creep back in — was this just a one time thing? Did he really even like you? Or was this just a matter of circumstance? You were almost too afraid to ask but you were too afraid not to, “Choso—“ 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, cutting off your sentence, and he’s biting his lip, “sorry did I cut you off-“ and you kiss him again, smiling against his lips, as you pull away, eyes shining, “is that a yes?” 

You laugh, “What do you think?” And you kiss him again. And again, and then a thought occurs to you, “you don’t think Yuji heard us right?” 

And Choso considers it, checking his phone, “No, he would have been giving us shit about it by now,” and he smiles, “but like you said before, I really don’t want to talk about my brother right now,” and his lips find yours again, “we can worry about telling him later.” 

You both have a very late start by the end of this. But the next time someone asked you if Yuji was your boyfriend, at least you could say something else: 

You’d smile, and shake your head, showing off your lock screen of you and Choso, “No, my best friend’s brother is the one for me.” 

“You owe me 5,000 yen,” Yuji says over the phone, grinning, “I told you they would hook up by the end of the break,” 

Kugisaki whines on the other end of the phone, “Fuck, you rigged this, Itadori — I know you must have,” 

“It’s not my fault the roads were bad when he was going back to school,” although it was his fault that his brother couldn’t sleep in his room and had no choice but to sleep in his room — but Kugisaki didn’t need to know that, “at least you didn’t have to hear them all morning,” 

She laughs, “Oh please, it’s not like I haven't walked in on you and Fushiguro making out, what twice now?” 

Yuji’s cheeks flush, “Shut up! And don’t tell anyone about that. She won’t ever let me hear the end of it, and Choso — you know what he did to my ex girlfriend, he practically interrogated her,” he really didn’t want to subject Megumi to that — not yet at least. 

“Yeah, yeah, then you better treat me to lunch when we’re back on campus,” and he opens his mouth to reply, “or I might just let it slip to your bestie that you actually don’t have classes on Tuesday and that’s the day you’re gonna spend at Fushiguro’s place,” 

“…Nowhere too expensive, okay?” 

“You don’t get to make demands in this situation.” 

✧ a/n: my itafushi heart popped off sorry hahah. this was a fun concept and i hope you guys enjoyed it!! thank god this one wasn't as long as my last celebration fic :). i was able to finish it in like two days, rather than like a week lmao. i will be doing my original concept for the celebration fic -- it's just taking a different form :) and didn't quite fit these prompts / request like i wanted it to. also yes the title is from that victorious song lmao.

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