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FUSHIGURO TOJI ˖₊
It’s cruel how much control Toji has in moments like this, watching you touch yourself for him. You only gave into his request because you thought it’d tempt him too much to not do anything about it. Annoyingly though, he’s watching you comfortably from his spot at the end of the bed. Eyes bright as he tracks all your movements, low voice giving his input every now and again just to tease you.
“C’mon, doll,” he hums, “touch yourself properly, like how you do when I’m not here.”
Your shaky fingers trail from your weeping hole to your clit, insides twitching with every stroke over your sensitive nerves. So pitifully empty and aching to be filled, it’s unbearable. “Toji~ you’re being mean.”
“Pouting so soon?” cruel chuckle leaving him, “we’ve only just started.”
“I want more.”
Sounding so condescending when asking, “Pretty hole feeling lonely?”
You’re answering earnestly though, “Uh huh,” head nodding.
“Stuff two of your fingers in then,” he directs.
He’s so annoying and mean but you’re bordering on desperate. Two fingers slipping inside your cunt, gasping lightly at just how wet you are. Not used to being so drenched when touching yourself alone, trying hard to angle your fingers like how he does. Not quite able to brush up against your most sensitive spots in the same way.
Toji’s eyes are dark and focused on you, hungry as he watches your greedy pussy swallow in your fingers. He knows it’s not enough for you, that you’re just missing your sweetest spot. It amuses him, getting a sick satisfaction out of knowing you’ll never be able to touch yourself as well as he does.
Your pitiful and needy whine pulls his gaze to your face, thinking to himself that he should probably teach you how to pleasure your own body sometime soon. For now though, he’s more than happy for you to have trouble – to need to come to him. The expression on your face is something he finds adorable, furrowed brows and pleading eyes.
“It’s not– hnn– not enough.”
“Shh,” he soothes a hand over your calf, “I know.”
His touch is almost electric, he’s basically got you touch starved in your current state and the warmth of his palm is heavenly. Body jumping and whimpering at him, two fingers in your crying pussy desperately trying to fuck yourself over the edge. Hips leaping upwards, palm digging into your clit for extra stimulation.
“Woah, look at you go,” he smirks.
You want him so bad, stopping your hand to crawl over to him. Arms around his neck, and lips pressing needy kisses to his cheek, down his throat. Imploring pathetically, “Just touch me, Toji, please.”
“You want me to touch you, doll?”
“So bad,” you’re kissing his lips, hot and heavy as you lick into his mouth.
It’s never felt so good to kiss someone before, whining when his tongue meets yours. Keening into him at his hands on your skin, hoping to some higher power that he’s about to show mercy but he doesn’t move his hands from your hips.
Pouting at him, “You’re so mean to me.”
“Mm and you’re a great kisser,” he muses, kissing you again.
Pulling back from him, you want to whine or beg or maybe even curse him out but he’s tugging you right back in. Tongue in your mouth and licking at your own, making you shudder against him.
This is exactly what he had wanted when he asked you to touch yourself, he wanted to see just how needy he could get you. He’d say his plan has gone swimmingly if your kisses are anything to go off. Laced with unbearable desire, arms around him trying to tug him as close to you as possible.
He supposes it’s time to show your shaking form some kindness, hand slyly sliding between your legs. You’re practically folding into him as soon as his fingers are grazing your clit, mouth open and panting at the minimal touch he’s giving you.
Wolf whistle leaving him, “I like this side of you.”
“Shut up,” you mutter, waiting impatiently for him to do something more than tease you.
A light chuckle leave him at your bite, pushing you onto your back and hovering over you. Spreading your legs obscenely so he can view your twitching hole, two of his fingers stuffing you far more than yours ever could. Immediately he’s brushing up against all the spots that have you seeing stars, back arching for more.
“Feeling good, doll?”
Nodding and gasping, “More.”
He clicks his tongue at you, “Greedy.”
It feels too good to even bother telling him to shut up again, letting yourself bask in the pleasure of finally being touched by him. His thick digits stretching you open in a devastating way, and yet your pussy is begging him for more.
Toji is feeling especially evil today, working you up and playing with you just to get you to beg. He’s unbearably hard, dick aching and yet he’s hung up on torturing his pretty doll. Delighting in the wet squelching sounds coming from your cunt, mouth wateringly slick for him despite how cruel he’s been.
His thumb reaches to draw messy circles into your clit, grinning at how your body twitches and pussy convulses. You’re completely weak for his touch and this just proves it to him all the more. Loving how reactive you are for him, every pitiful noise you let out has more of his blood rushing to his cock.
“You’re getting close,” he notes with a smile that only grows when you moan back at him all embarrassed.
Toji’s other hand comes up to press down on your stomach, the pressure is overwhelming to you. His fingers fucking your cunt so perfectly, the added weight of his hand enhancing the pleasure wracking your system. He’s also pinning you down, your hips forced to stay still and take it as he stuffs your pussy full over and over with his fingers.
“Don’t be shy now, doll,” he encourages, “cum all over my fingers and I’ll fuck your needy, little cunt properly.”
So unfortunately, his crude words and even cruder promise works on you and almost as if you’re following a command. You’re cumming. Moaning as your hole spasms tight around his digits, soaking them in your slick cum. Immense satisfaction washing over you at finally getting what you’ve been so desperate for.
After this, you don’t think you’ll be doing what Toji wants so easily.
GETO SUGURU ˖₊
“You’re doing so great, pretty.” Geto’s singing your praise.
Telling you how great you’re doing like it’s not making this more frustrating for you, fingers shaky as you slip them up and down your cunt. Gliding over your clit and back to your hole, fingers sneaking inside and rubbing against your sensitive inner walls. Repeating the action over and over, slowly working yourself up to an orgasm.
One that won’t feel as earth shattering as anything Geto would give you but he’s asked for this as some kind of punishment. You can’t even remember what you did anymore, all you know is that you’re being punished for it by him not touching you and it’s agony.
“Mm,” he moves closer to you, kneeling over your splayed form, “Is this how you always do it?”
Ah, you remember what you did now. He found out you were touching yourself when he called the other night and interrupted. Annoyingly astute of your mannerisms enough to know you were aroused and conniving enough to pull the truth out of you without trying very hard. But seriously, how were you supposed to know he’d take it so personally?
Huffing at him, “Sugu–”
“–Answer the question, pretty,” his eyes are focused on your hand, bristling at how your small fingers are taken in by your slick cunt.
His eyes on you are making this much hotter than it usually is but, “Yes– hah– yess.”
Getting closer and closer the more you tease yourself, keeping yourself on the edge just long enough so that when you do cum it’ll feel head-spinningly good. Biting your lip to keep yourself quiet, not wanting to sound so pitiful when he’s watching. A part of you embarrassed of the state you’re in under him.
Geto’s appreciative of your trembling form, so needy and cooperative. He’s not mad, not really, he was just curious to see how you do it without him. Your touch is practiced, you know exactly what you’re doing to yourself, how to make it feel good. Some of what you do mirrors how he touches you and he finds that adorable. Though he is getting a little mad now because you should be begging for him.
This was born out of his curiosity and is quickly riling him up, to imagine you at home alone touching yourself without him. It’s enough to have his heart skipping a few beats, you’re so wet and he wonders just how wet you get when alone.
“You getting close?” He knows the answer, knowing your tells far too well not to but he wants to hear it from you.
Mouth parting to mumble out, “I think so– hnn–”
“You think so?” That’s cute, “I happen to know so.”
You are, you’re devastatingly close to finishing. Fingers pulling from your hole to circle your clit, movements speeding up. Gasping as shudders run down your spine, so fucking close you can taste it on your tongue. That is, until Geto’s hand is tugging yours away from your cunt. The sudden loss of your own touch, of your approaching high, it has you whimpering sadly.
Big eyes looking to him pitifully, “Why? I was about–”
“–To cum?” he smiles politely, “I know… the thing is,” interrupting himself to wrap his lips around your fingers, sucking them clean of your slick, “I don’t remember giving you permission to.”
Thighs closing to rub against each other, brain foggy with how horny you are. Frustrated by the orgasm taken from you but completely distracted by his tongue licking between your fingers.
Pouting, “Please.”
“I don’t know what you want unless you give full sentences, pretty,” dropping your hand, his own are on your body. Sliding up your outer thighs, gripping them and pulling them back open. Gaze fixated on your gooey pussy, appreciating just how much of a mess you are right now.
“I want to cum,” voice a little shaky with your words.
“I’m sure you do,” he’s thoroughly amused.
“Don’t be mean.”
He considers for a moment more if he should be or not but lucky for you, you’re far too tempting to keep depriving, “Alright, you win.”
And because he’s still him, his fingers are shoved deep into your cunt and fucking you stupid as soon as the words leave his mouth. Aim overwhelmingly accurate as he strokes your inner walls exactly in the spot that makes you feel like you’re melting. Pussy tight and convulsing around him, your high that he’d taken quickly being built back up.
Using his other hand, he caresses your swollen clit with his thumb. Enjoying himself immensely as he watches you tremble and fall apart so quick at his touch. Your thighs shaking and eyes rolling as you whine nonsensically at him, hand gripping his wrist because somehow it’s too much.
Geto doesn’t stop though, far too involved in how hot this sight is to even think about stopping before you’ve cum. “So perfect,” he purrs, “doing so good for me, pretty. Can feel you clenching tight around my fingers, you gonna cum already?”
There’s a slight bite to his words, his own arousal on display with how he’s talking to you. Wanting to hear you say how close you are, a promise of having your cum all over the digits stuffed deep in your warm and creamy hole.
“Sugu– hah– I can’t–”
“Of course you can,” he comforts, “now show me how a pretty thing like you cums.”
Your pussy listens to him, immediately finishing all over his fingers, slick pooling into his palm. Jolting under him as your orgasm runs through your weak form, breaths puffed and a little whingey because he’s still stroking inside you.
Ah, he’s pleased with himself. Your cunt hot and desperate for more, even if you’re whining in overstimulation. Pretty eyes all dazed and lost as you struggle to maintain your sanity, just how he likes you.
“Good job, pretty,” he smiles, withdrawing his fingers to lick and suck them clean. Muttering, “Let’s do that again.”
GOJO SATORU ˖₊
You’re killing him, Gojo’s dying by your direct actions. Feeling pathetically neglected as he’s forced to bear witness to your delicate fingers play with what’s his. Saccharine sweet and completely soaked as your digits are taken in by your greedy pussy, playing with yourself right before his eyes and he’s forced to do nothing about it.
“Noo sweetie, that’s not where you like it, do you want my help?” His heart is aching at how you’re missing all your best spots. You need his help so bad and yet you won’t let him touch you.
“No– hnn–” frowning at him as you continue to fuck yourself.
Ah, his heart is breaking some more, whining, “Why not?”
“You– you know why,” sounding pathetic despite trying to sound firm with him.
He does know why, you caught him defiling a pair of your favourite panties. This is his punishment and he hates it, it’s not remotely fair in his mind. He may be a helpless pervert but if he had known you’d be home he’d choose fucking you over your underwear.
You had some idea this would be an effective reprimand… just not to this extent. He’s losing his damn mind sitting here watching you, impatient and continuously begging for you to relent and just let him help you.
‘Sweetheart,” he tries again, “please let me help, you know it’d feel good.”
Ignoring him for the most part, focusing in on how good it feels to draw your fingers from your creamy cunt to your clit, “It’d– hnn– it’d defeat the point of your– hah– punishment.”
“Fuck–” Gojo curses at how your weeping hole trembles, aching to be stuffed full, “punishment is beneath you.”
Laughing through a moan, “No it’s not.”
“Truly, breaking my heart here, pretty,” he feels itchy all over, desperate to get his hands on you.
Moaning at how your snug pussy sucks your own fingers back in greedily, gratefully swallowing in your digits. Clearly longing to be filled and he could fill you so good, he’ll take anything right now. Just his mouth, his fingers, hell, he’d even take sucking on your slick fingers over doing this. Nothing.
“Shouldn’t– ah!– have used my underwear for your sick pleasure then.”
He doesn’t miss how your cunt drools even more at the memory of him jerking off into your panties, “You wanna know what I think?”
Whining back at him, “No.”
“I’m gonna tell you anyways,” he singsongs, “I think you’re turned on knowing your sick, perverted boyfriend got off to your panties.”
“Shut up,” you moan out, not really denying what he’s saying at all.
If anything, his accusation is turning you on even more, not just because of his attitude but also because he’s not wrong. Ashamed that you’re so horny for this mess of a man, stomach flipping at the pleased glint in his eyes.
“Hmm, I think I hit the nail on the head,” he moves in a little closer, growing bolder, “especially if we’re listening to your creamy cunt, which, I am.”
The slick, squelching sounds of your sopping pussy is resounding in the room. Giving away how aroused you are by not only the situation but just him in general. Chest rising and falling faster as he works you up with his taunting words, his grin evil, sly.
“How about now?” he’s asking again, “you want my help now?”
“Mhm,” nodding enthusiastically, “please.”
“Fucking finally,” he groans satisfied, pulling your fingers from your cunt and stuffing them into his mouth. Depraved in how he licks and sucks your digits clean, whimpering around them, at the taste of you.
Replacing your fingers with his own, filling you up with his longer, thicker digits. Pussy swollen and graciously swallowing him down. Gojo sighs as if completely satiated at just feeling your hot and gooey cunt around him, “Happy to see me?” he smiles.
Mewling at him, trying to rut your hips down into him, “Don’t tease.”
“What? Like you did to me?” slowly beginning to stroke against your weakest spot, “I wouldn’t dream of it…” he stops to consider, “though, maybe I would.”
He absolutely would, he’s a huge tease. Unbearably cruel sometimes in how he tortures you with the pure bliss he delivers to your form. Worried that he’s going to be cruel about this and whimpering at him, “Satoru, don’t be mean to me.”
Hissing in reply, “Breaking my heart again, sweetie.”
He doesn’t give you the comfort of knowing but he’s not going to be cruel, though that has more to do with how desperate he is. You’d teased him for too long and he can’t handle not touching you properly, wanting to see you shaking and shivering through your orgasm before he stuffs his throbbing cock into you.
Using his unoccupied hand to lift and push back on your thigh, spreading you completely open while also rendering you immobile. Forcing you to take the onslaught of pleasure he’s giving you, fucking his fingers into your honeyed cunt deep and relentlessly. Delighting in how your whimpers get pitchy and eyes roll to the back of your head. Falling apart in the palm of his hand perfectly for him.
Giggling at the needy grinds down into his hand you’re giving, “Someone’s getting close~” and he may not be being mean by edging you but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to be mean in other ways. “You know, sweetie, that’s not the first time I’ve used your panties like that.”
You gasp at him, whining, “Satoru!”
“They’re just so soft and they cradle your sweet pussy all day,” he moans, “Can’t help but think of you and how wet you get in them.”
God, he’s a fucking freak. A freak who knows exactly what he does to you because you’re cumming around his fingers at his dirty confession. Cunt convulsing around him and hugging him close, your loving slick pooling onto the bed.
He helps you ride out your high, almost to the point of overstimulation. Proud of himself for making you cum to information he was supposed to be getting punished for.
You’re out of it until you feel the heavy weight of Gojo’s dick hitting your sensitive core, rubbing against you with a grin on his face, “You’re gonna be good for me, right?”
KAMO CHOSO ˖₊
This isn’t how you foresaw your night going but Choso had been touching himself without you even though he knew you were coming over and that just made you want to tease him a little bit. Having him on his knees between your legs, watching how your fingers tease your slick cunt.
Saccharine sweet and trickling from your hole onto the bed, legs spread wide for him to view properly. Trembling pussy crying for more than your own touch, especially with his pleading eyes watching your every movement.
Choso’s voice almost comes out broken, “It would feel so much better if you just let me help, baby, please.”
“Nuh uh,” you shake your head at him, gasping as your palm digs into your clit, two fingers swallowed by your cunt, “only watch.”
He feels achingly hard in his pants, not getting to cum before you walked in on him and now being tortured by the sight before him. Tempted to just pin you down and stick his tongue deep in your pussy, he knows he could have you cumming in his mouth so quick it’d make your head spin.
Deliriously aroused as he watches your cunt leak between your legs, soaking the bedding below. Wondering if he could get away with touching himself but ultimately deciding to hold off because he knows you’d end up making this more difficult for him if he does. Hands itching at his sides though, you’re so close, this is agony.
You can tell this is getting to him, possibly more than you had anticipated it would. Delighting in the way his brows furrow, hands balled into fists so he doesn’t reach out to you. He’s doing such a good job of listening to your request, it has you shuddering. The idea of him touching you enough to make you whine.
The moan you let out shoots straight through Choso, head spinning at how needy you sound. He could help if you just let him, “Please, baby. I can help, it’ll feel good, I promise.”
Again, you’re denying him despite how badly you want to give into his begging, “No– hah– you’re not allowed.”
“You’re not being fair,” he sulks, “you weren’t here when I was stroking myself, if you were I would’ve let you touch me.”
“You knew– hah– you knew I was coming over,” you pant, still two fingers deep in your cloying cunt, “you’re impatient.”
Unintentionally, your thighs begin to twitch closed. High strung and quickly growing more and more sensitive. Choso doesn’t take kindly to the deprivation, groaning as he boldly reaches his hands up and pulls your thighs open by your knees. Spread obscenely wide, wider than before.
“If you’re gonna make me watch, then keep them open.”
At his warm touch, you’re faltering. Need for him bleeding through in your whine, “Cho–”
Eyes flicking to yours, dark and filled with lust, “–Keep going.”
Shiver down your spine as you keep going, taunting him a little by scissoring your fingers. Stretching your pussy open for him to see, more of your slick dribbling from your wanton hole. His gaze is locked onto your movements, salivating at how gooey and depraved your messy cunt is getting.
Frustrated and turned on out of his mind, he throws caution to the wind. Hand reaching up and stuffing two of his thick fingers in alongside your own. Immediately reaching deeper and controlling your own pace, fucking into your hot walls as he groans. Happy to finally feel first-hand how wet you are, moaning as he forces you to follow his guidance.
“Isn’t this so much better?” he asks, almost innocently.
You’re folding forward, insides shuddering at how full you are – at how much more precise his touch is, “Too– hnn– too much.”
“Don’t lie,” he rumbles, just about losing his mind.
“I’m not– hng– Cho–”
He’s fully snapped, you’d pushed him too far. You’re not going to lie and say you weren’t seeking this though, wondering just how much he’d be able to take before he’d lose it. You’re completely weak for him and his attentive touch, dazed and fuzzy in the head as he brushes up against spots you can never reach properly with just your own fingers.
“Haa, you’re drenched,” he notes, “getting off on my attention?”
“Don’t–”
“–Don’t what?” he knows what he’s doing, “You don’t want me to talk to you?”
It’s overwhelming you, his touch and his voice, “No– I–”
Choso enjoys this far more, being able to ruin you. Keeping his fingers deep in your pussy as he stands and pushes you back into the bed, hovering over you as he keeps finger fucking you until you’re panting. Noting with glee how you’re shivering and writhing.
“I told you it’d feel better if I touched you,” smirking at your hole tightening around him at his words.
Head swimming in bliss, you’re not able to think of anything but how hot it is when he gets like this and how good it feels to be fingered by him. Eyes glazed over and shiny with unshed tears, whimpering pathetically and murmuring to him, “I’m gonna– hah– it’s too much– ah!– Cho, I’m gonna cum– hnn–”
“Yeah, I know you are,” he hisses, “can feel it, you’re all tight and creamy,” bracing himself back so he can watch all of you properly, “go on and cum for me, I’ll let you cause I’m not nasty.”
It’s an intentional dig at you and how you didn’t let him finish earlier, sweet talking him in your dazed brain as if you’re trying to apologise and thank him at the same time, “I love you.”
He chuckles, “Yeah, I love you too, so much,” he coos gently at you, “now cum for me.”
The affirmation of his love for you and his dirty words have you cumming, hard. World spinning as your cunt clamps down on both of your digits, soaking them in your cum. Swallowing in as much air as you can, shaking and whinging through your intense orgasm. Able to feel how you release, gushing depraved and messy.
Choso slips his fingers from you and leans down to press kisses on your cheek, “I love you.”