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FUSHIGURO TOJI ★
This was a challenge for both of you, neither of you willing to be the one to give in to the other. Whose idea was this again? Vaguely you remember goading Toji, telling him he wouldn’t be able to deal with it. Maybe it was your fault then but to be fair, you didn’t think he would hold out this well.
You’re unsure of how much time has passed, sitting in his lap, full of his big cock. It’s hot and heavy and completely still, you’re throbbing around him, unbelievably worked up. Hoping so badly that he will be the one to move first but he’s so completely still.
Seemingly unbothered, looking down at you with a smug smile plastered on his face, “You good, doll?”
You glare back at him; he knows full well…
Softening your eyes, you ask, “Give up? Please?”
His hand reaches up to the side of your face, thumb stroking high on your cheek, “After all your big talk? Absolutely not.” His words harsher than his actions.
Instead of pouting at him – which doesn’t seem to be working anyway – you reach for his face and pull him to you, lips meeting his. Soft at first, undemanding, only sitting still and kissing him. Barely even opening your mouth, not letting him deepen it. It’s teasing, only aiming to rile him up.
He grows sick of it quickly, holding your face and angling you, his lips coming down on yours with more force. Tongue slipping into your mouth to lick at yours, kiss messy and full. He always has been weak for your lips, in more ways than one.
It’s making you dizzy; you were hoping this would get to him more than it would to you but he’s kissing you so hotly, his hands wandering all over you. Groping at your hips, your thighs, resting over your rib cage, fondling your chest.
He groans into your mouth, your pussy clenching at the way he plays with you. Mouths parting messily as you gasp, string of spit connecting your lips. His eyes are hooded as he looks at you, at your mouth, your tits and then back at your lips and then he’s kissing you again.
It’s getting to him more than you think, your cunt wet and tight around him, making a mess in his lap. Your slick sliding down his cock, his balls, pooling on the bed below. His heart racing at how your hands grasp at his shoulders, your hips twitching slightly, struggling to stay put.
He wants to win, he wants to hold out longer, he’s trying to kiss you into submission but he’s getting just as lost in it as you are. Winning becoming more difficult the longer you sit on him, it doesn’t help that’s he’s touching you and pulling all kinds of sinful noises from you but he can’t help it.
Greedy for every part of you, how you sound, feel, taste, he wants it all, all the time. He thinks he might lose right now but then your nails dig into his shoulders harshly and you moan against him. Rutting down into him suddenly, giving up all at once.
You couldn’t take anymore, his hands touching you everywhere, his mouth rushed and desperate, chest vibrating as he groans against you. It was only a matter of time and he was literally driving you crazy. Hips grinding down into him harshly, moaning at the relief from the friction.
He huffs against you, “Hah– knew you’d give in first.”
Your eyes are big and wet when you look at him, “Shut up, I –hnng– can’t– I need you to,” you sound pathetic and wrecked already and all you’ve done up until now is sit on him.
He smiles at you, quite frankly, too big. The joy he’s getting out of his victory written all over his face, “I’ll take care of you, doll.”
Hands moving to your hips, gripping tight and then moving you up and down his cock shamelessly, fucking you down onto him. Using you like a sex toy in the most debauched sense. You fall flat into his chest, head tucking into his neck, breath huffed against his skin.
All you can do is take it, let yourself get fucked, exactly how you want. If you weren’t so far gone already, maybe you’d notice how much Toji’s cock is throbbing, how fucked out his eyes look, how tightly he’s holding onto you, not wanting you to go anywhere. Choking on his own moans at how you flutter around him, his eyes rolling slightly at how creamy your pussy is for him.
You gasp out his name, “Toji–” Only to get cut off by sobbed moans.
His feet moving flat on the mattress, pistoning his hips up into yours, meeting each movement. The slapping echoing around the room filthy, borderline embarrassing but completely delicious. Mind fuzzy as you take it how he gives it, brain short circuiting at the sounds he’s making.
One thrust hits a particularly devastating spot and you cry out, his chest rumbling as he chuckles, “Fuck, found it,” he groans, head tipping back as he continues hammering into that one spot, over and over again.
Your walls spasm around him, muscles tightening at how he’s hammering into you. An absolute machine in how he’s relentlessly fucking you. Getting you so close, his grip on your hips probably leaving behind marks that won’t fade for a while.
So close to cumming for him, fingers scrabbling for purchase, finding it in his skin. Mind reeling as you struggle to get out, slurring slightly, “’Mm so –hah– close.”
His hands move from your hips to your ass cheeks, pulling them apart in his hands, he slips impossibly deeper inside you. A whimpered moan leaving you at it, mouth latching onto his shoulder.
Toji curses, a string of expletives leaving him at how tight you get, at how fucking desperate you are. His hands the only things holding you still, your hips wanting to buck down onto him.
“Fuck, fuck– cum for me, doll. Fucking –hah– coat me in it,” he grunts at you, hips merciless.
It’s like him telling you to cum triggers it, your pussy clenching down on him, moans pitching higher as you cum around him. All thoughts leaving your head, buzzed as you finish, cunt drooling all over his cock.
Tucking his head into the side of yours, whispering in your ear, “Get it together, I’m nowhere near done with you.” You’re trying to process what he’s said and how you’re going to survive when he adds, “Fucking you ten times over is my prize for winning your stupid challenge.”
GETO SUGURU ★
He was reluctant to do this at first, finding it stupid, but as you sit here in his lap, twitching and struggling not to rut down into him, he can’t help but think this is the best idea you’ve ever had. Overly smug at how desperate you’re growing, feigning indifference as you look at him with the most pathetic expression.
He prods at you, taunting, “Having trouble already? We just started.”
You’re nothing if not stubborn, putting on a brave face, “I’m fine, not bothered at all.”
Humming at you, his expression dubious, “I don’t know if I believe you,” his thumb pulls your bottom lip down before letting it go, “Not when you’re this–” His hand slips down between you both, collecting some of the slick leaking from you, “–wet.”
Going to retort back, he takes advantage of your mouth opening and slips his fingers covered in you inside. Pressing down on your tongue, spit drooling down the sides of your mouth with the pressure. Geto hums satisfactorily at it, at how your eyes fight to stay open, at how your cunt jumps around him.
Clearly, the patience he possesses far outweighing your own, seemingly not even a little bit effected by your tight heat wrapped around him. It’s frustrating to you, how can he sit there so blasé while you’re turning into a mess.
He pouts at you, mocking the expression you’re wearing, “Poor thing, This was your idea you know,” his fingers retract from your mouth, watching the way you suck on them.
In all honesty, you should’ve known better, he’s always been one to hold back on his own pleasure just to torture you with your own. The fact you thought you could win is somewhat adorable to him.
He’s so thick and you’re so full, cunt drooling all over him. Sitting still is such a challenge, when you can feel his cock pressed up against all the most devastating places. Like a itch that you need so desperately scratched.
Your clit neglected, wanting to grind down into him, wanting friction so desperately. The longer you are forced to sit here and think about how badly you want him to fuck you, the closer you are to giving in. heart squeezing with how fucking needy you’re getting.
“Suguru,” you look at him, begging with your eyes.
He tilts his head at you, “If you’re that desperate, go ahead and use me.”
Shaking your head at him, “You know I can’t–”
“–Ah, but you could, could fuck yourself on my cock so nicely,” his hands hold your face sweetly, his words kind but completely depraved, “Could take whatever you need, fuck yourself for me, use me.”
He’s devastating you, getting you wetter with how he talks to you. So, condescending with such a pretty expression, kind lilt in his tone. One that tricks you into thinking he’s doing you a favour or giving you the best advice.
You’re so weak for him, throbbing around him, cunt so creamy and impatient. You could almost cry from how good it feels, how full, you just need that little bit more, just some friction and you could cum so easily.
Working yourself up so quickly, with thoughts of him, focusing on how heavy his cock is. Geto catches on to your state, his hands pulling your thighs open wider, his eyes locking onto yours, “Are you gonna cum like this?” His voice is filled with his delight.
You feel so ashamed, face burning, “No.”
“Liar,” he hums at you, “Just give in, feel so much better that way,” he’s leaned into you, nose tickling along your neck.
Fuck it. You can’t take this anymore. You grind down into him, officially losing but it’s never felt so good to lose. Your clit grinding into his pelvis, your pussy clenching down on him, the relief that runs through you immense. Moans tumbling from you as you continuously rut down into him, over and over.
Chasing your high, and he’s letting you, hands resting on your hips as you just grind desperately down into him. Not even properly fucking yourself up and down his length, just taking the sweet sweet friction you’ve been craving ever since you first took all of him.
Already so close, it’s embarrassing – how worked up you are. Geto can’t help but find it endearing, enjoying every minute of your soft sounds and jerked movements. So desperate on top of him and all he had to do was sit here.
Pleasure shoots up your spine as you hump into him just right, your fingers grasping at his shoulders. You can’t help but collapse onto his chest, mouth near his neck. Your breaths are huffed and as you continue your movements, you drool onto his skin, getting lost in how it all feels.
“Doing so good, so –nngh– so–” He can’t manage to find the words to describe just how fantastic you are right now. Such a mess. His pretty, little mess.
Geto lets his moans slip from him momentarily, your effect on him more immense than you thought. His choked sounds is what pushes you over, limbs going taunt as you cum around him. Moans that you don’t really recognise as your own leaving you. Hands scrabbling for purchase on him.
He holds you tight, his hands continuing your previous movements when you lock up, helping you ride out your high. When you slump against him, he stops. Moving them to caress up and down your spine.
Tucking his head against yours, he murmurs, “So cute,” humming softly, “We’re not finished here though.”
He thrusts his hips up into you, making you whine, “Suguru–”
“You can take it,” tone gentle, “You always do.”
He won your challenge but he had his own motivations for saying yes to this, he liked watching you struggle so immensely on top of him and now he’s going to play with you all night. He wants to see just how needy you can get and if that means denying himself a little, then he’s okay with that.
GOJO SATORU ★
Bringing this up to Gojo was either your best or worst idea, he was all too eager to oblige, overconfident in his ability to hold out longer than you and maybe that would be true any other day but he seems to be getting lost in his own need.
His cock throbbing inside you, hands groping at you, touching you everywhere while he mumbles to himself. Your twitching and spasming on him only making him groan and struggle to fight the urge to thrust up into you.
Eyes locked on where you’re sitting, taking him all, sitting so pretty for him. His mind wandering, going a million miles a minute. Unable to focus on much of anything other than how you feel and how pretty you look.
Sometimes he has the most evil ability to tease you for what feels like hours on end but tonight, sat balls deep inside you, cock heavy and waiting, he feels like he’s going insane. He doesn’t have faith in himself to win this, not right now, not when you’re looking at him with the most desperate eyes.
“Don’t you wanna give in? Make this easy on yourself?” He’s trying to talk you into it, like he couldn’t also do the same.
Shaking your head, denying him the easy win, “No, I’m okay, not even a little bit effected,” it’s a blatant lie and the shakiness in your voice gives that away.
He hums before getting distracted, murmuring, “Feel so good, so wet, so tight, so soft…” you’re not even sure he’s talking to you anymore, getting lost in his own thoughts.
His hands stroke up and down your thighs, looking at the mess you’re making on him. His head falls back against the headboard, needing to focus on something else but you still feel so sinful around him, how is he meant to focus on anything else?
You go to call out to him, “Toru–”
He groans at the nickname, cutting you off before you can speak your thoughts, “This was an awful idea.”
“You’re only –hah– saying that because you’re losing,” you retort.
He’s not giving in fast enough for your liking though, leaning forward, you take advantage of his exposed neck. Licking up the side of it before leaving open mouthed kisses along the expanse of it. Sucking and nibbling on his delicate skin, his chest reverberating under your palms with the sounds he makes for you.
Hands moving to grip your hips, holding you tight to him. Your lips travel to his mouth, leaving hot, open kisses on his, not kissing him properly, frustrating him further. Evident in the way he grasps your face and forces his lips onto yours, urgent and messy.
When you pull back, you huff against him, “Satoru, give up…” before he can say no, you kiss him gently and almost beg, “Please.”
He complains, “That’s not fair.”
“I want it, Toru,” you’re not trying to play fairly, you’re trying to win.
“Then take it,” smiling as he nods down, showing it’s yours for the taking.
Your words are murmured, feeling embarrassed, “I don’t wanna lose…”
“You’re driving me insane,” he sighs.
Taking a page from your book, he leaves kisses all over your skin, on your neck, your chest. His mouth enveloping your nipple, tongue flicking at it. Your moans fill his head, soft and breathy. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your voice calling his name so sweetly.
He’s not even really conscious of how he’s started grinding up into you but you are, your nails digging into him more. Moans leaving you at the needed friction, his mouth still latched to your chest, distracted. He nips at you a bit more harshly as he pulls back, eyes bleary and full of his need.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he grunts, aware of his loss now and not happy with it.
Smiling at him faintly, you tease, “You lost.”
“Mhm,” he leans in close to you, “Game over now.”
You’re shocked by how fast he pushes you onto your back, re-entering you harshly, driving his cock back inside without giving you a second to even think about how he’s just changed your positions.
His thrusts are quick and desperate, fucking you needily, clearly not appreciating the foreplay. His moans huffed against your ear, his words slurred and obscene, “So fucking –hng– wet, making such a mess all over me, how was I meant to just –mmph– sit there when you’re so fffucking–”
He doesn’t get to finish his thought, mouth dropping with a grunt at how your pussy grips him tighter at his words, “–Hah– should’ve remembered how much you like when I talk, hmm?”
He licks the side of your neck, tasting your skin, lewd in everything he does. Hips fast and depraved, your moans filling the room with how well he’s fucking into you. It’s filthy, the slapping sound filling the room.
Gojo’s words don’t help, just as indecent, if not more so, “Take me so well –hah– sucking me right back in– fuuckk–”
It’s almost overwhelming, how he’s hitting that one spot over and over again. It has you trying to get away, hips pulling up. He’s having none of it, large hand pinning you down, keeping you still. Giving you no other option than just taking it.
Your nails seek purchase on his back, probably scratching him to high hell, not even able to be concerned about it right now. The slick sounds of your plushy cunt squelching from his persistent thrusts would be enough to make the devil blush.
Control gone ever since he lost, not caring now, just taking you how he needs and he needs it. You’re clenching down on him so tight he might pass out, his body pressed close to yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible, not wanting to separate for a single second.
“Need you to cum, need it, need it, I fucking– need it,” he’s so fucked.
“Toru– I–”
You’re cumming before you even really register it, pussy spasming on his dick, moans breaking off into little whimpers. Body shaking with pleasure as you struggle to ground yourself, hips grinding up into his as you ride out your high.
His thrusts stutter before he whines into your neck, his pelvis flush to yours as he cums inside you. Filling you to the brim, it leaks out of you, down onto the bed. Gojo’s hips jerk inside you as he fucks the both of you into overstimulation.
Lips seeking yours, kissing you lazily in the aftermath, tongue licking against yours in a way that makes your pussy flutter around him. He whimpers into your mouth, sensitive.
Against your lips, he murmurs “We’re doing this again.” Apparently, he’s not satisfied with his loss.
KAMO CHOSO ★
You thought this would be fun and it is but Choso must be feeling differently about it because he’s clearly struggling. Eyes glassy already, hips fighting the animalistic urge to fuck up into you. His head tipped back against the headboard as he fights to keep looking at your face and not where he’s sitting so hot and heavy inside you.
Looking at your face is not immensely helpful to him though, you look pretty, sat on top of him. Mouth soft, lip pulled between your teeth with a slight hiss when his cock jerks inside you. He doesn’t like this game but he’s willing to do whatever you want, even willing to try and win. Though, he also really wouldn’t mind losing.
His desperation is effecting you, he looks hot, needy, he’s so over this already and you only just took all of him.
“Choso–” When you call his name, you get abruptly cut off with him grunting. Trying again, you repeat, “Choso… we can stop, there doesn’t have to–”
“–No.” He lets his gaze drop down your body, eyeing you carefully, “No…” he doesn’t offer any more of an explanation but his hand reaches out and presses onto your stomach where his dick rests inside you.
The pressure has you moaning, your cunt spasming around him, and fuck it might’ve been a mistake for him to do that because now he wants nothing more than to thrust up into you relentlessly.
His head swirling with you, with how you feel, wet, tight, warm, so soft. So soft, his brain buzzing with how your pussy tightens around him when he tickles his fingers up the inside of your thigh.
He might be playing dirty; you can’t tell if he’s doing it intentionally or if he’s treating you like he always does. His hands gentle as they travel all over you, seeking out your most sensitive spots. Hands on your inner thighs, up your sides, groping at your tits.
Then, he grasps your face and pulls you down to his, lips on yours in a second. Kissing you so softly, tongue tentative as it enters your mouth, licking against you. He groans into the kiss, mouth growing more urgent the longer he kisses you.
Pulling back, his head dips low and rests his forehead against your sternum. Hands heavy on your hips, “Okay, you need to give in now. Before I do.”
Oh, he sounds so wrecked for you, voice strained as he struggles to bite back his need, “Not how this works, if you want to give in, just do it.” You stroke your hands through his hair gently.
He huffs at your words, it’s not like he particularly cares who wins or loses. It would just be more fun if you gave in first. He’s grown impatient though, so he uses his grip on your hips to grind you down into him.
Shocked gasps leaving him at the feeling, “Fuck fuck fuck– you –hah– lost.”
Your breath stutters at the way he pulls you down into him, not expecting it. He cheated, he… “You– oh– hng–” Already? Already you’re losing the ability to think, let alone talk.
His hips are thrusting up into you, short and shallow but fucking into just the right spot every time. His accuracy almost scary, “I –mmph– what?” He wants to know.
It takes you a second to get there, focused on the way he pulled you so close to him, “You cheated,” you cry out at him.
He pulls his head back, hands tugging you to his chest, skin on skin as his feet are flat on the bed. His mouth hovers over yours, giving you sloppy, open-mouthed kisses before answering you with a simple, “Maybe.”
If he wasn’t fucking you so perfectly right now, maybe you’d have more to say but as he slams his hips up into yours over and over, you really can’t find it in yourself to care. He moves his hands off your hips, his arms coming around your body to hold you.
He’s babbling to you, into the crook of your neck where he’s resting his head, “You feel –hah– fuck– so so good– always so –hng– fuck.” He groans deep from his chest, teeth biting into your skin.
The pain of it has you clenching down on his cock and his hips stutter in their pace momentarily. The mess the both of you are making is obscene, your slick leaking from you, creaming on his dick, white ring forming at the base of him. The sloppy fucking sounds in the room embarrassing to your ears even when you’re this out of it.
The only option given to you at this moment is to take it, eyes rolling slightly, tearing up at the pressure building, “Choso– you’re– it’s too much–”
“No, no no no,” he holds you tighter, “You can take it– feel so good, so good –ngh–” He might cry if you make him stop now.
He speeds up, chasing his own high desperately, he can’t stop, not yet. You’re almost shaking on top of him, the tip of his cock hitting something so devastating inside you. Digging your nails into him, holding on, needing to hold on.
He licks at where he bit you, “You’re so close, can tell, just–”
“–No, it feels different, it’s too much–”
And if you thought that was going to get him to slow down then you thought wrong because it’s like your words excite him greatly. His thrusts somehow gaining more traction, the feeling inside you growing.
He’s groaning and whining underneath you, his hold on you tight, you can’t even get away if you tried. He fucks up into you, once, twice more and then you fucking squirt all over him, in a display so lewd and sinful that Choso can only grind up into you as he spills all his cum inside your shivering pussy.
He slurs out, looking down at how much cum you coated him in, “Fuuck, you’re so perfect, so glad I made you lose.”
You’re slumped against him, mind reeling, no words to share. Humming at him dreamily, off in the clouds. At least he admitted to making you lose.