He Told Her About Cherri 🥺🥺🥺

uuurrrggggg … teasing the loserboy you know has the biggest, seemingly most innocent crush on you. the guy everyone knows for a fact is a virgin just by looking at him. you don’t mean any harm by it, it’s fun! the attention , the stuttering, he makes you feel drop dead gorgeous just from the way he acts… you don’t do too much, just making your tits bounce when you sit across from him, talk low and lean in whenever you’re standing next to him, passing by him in ways that have you pressing up against him in just the right places.. all to get his pretty flushed face, and hitched breathes in response.

it’s intoxicating, you feel entirely in control... until you don’t. you push it too far. wrong place, wrong time.

you should’ve dialed it back, it being just the two of you at his place. you expected his roommate to be home, that you had nothing to worry about when you hugged him in greeting, then pulling away and trailing your hand down his chest.. you know you didn’t have any real drive to act on all the teasing, maybe eventually, but definitely not like this.

your timid little nerd has you pinned against a wall, trapped between it and his body which is much sturdier than it appears, you probably couldn’t struggle your way out if you wanted to. especially with how his strength surprises you as he uses one hand to half hold your weight, fingers bruising into your soft flesh as he fucks into you. his mouth mumbling into the crook of your neck about how pretty you are, how good you feel around him, how long he’s been waiting for his.. how much he loves you.

you were in the park, petting some random dog.

its owner, a tall dude with white hair and sunglasses, said,

“wanna see her puppy?”

and like a fool, you said, “hell yeah, i wanna see puppy.”

you followed him.

to his car.

every true crime podcast screamed in your head,

but puppy logic overrode survival instinct.

fast forward five years.

that tall dude? gojo.

your husband.

the dog is still fat.

gojo’s still hot.

and every time he tells the story, he starts with:

“she risked it all for a puppy. now she’s stuck with me.”

the yearning is off the charts and just slightly dangerous to the space time fabric

Thinking about... Kissing that old man.

Toji fucking you while Shiu is on the phone because he just can’t help himself. You just make his him feel so good, why should he stop if it’s only his silly handler is calling?

You’re trying to say quiet as your boyfriend’s cock slams in and out of you from below, his hips doing all of the work for you; you tapped out a while ago after your 2nd or 3rd earth shattering orgasm. But how can you not whimper and moan pathetically when Toji is quite literally fucking you into a higher plain of existence?

Shiu can obviously hear all of this. He only called to tell Toji about a job he has for him, but was instantly met with the muffled sounds of your cries and pleas.

“T-Toji! H-hang up…” your voice is so broken, so whiny, both men can tell that you’re nearly past your limit.

“Hold on, doll,” Toji’s gruff voice crackles from the other end of Shiu’s phone, “just a quick call…”

“Fushiguro, this conversation can be held another—“

“Nah,” he interrupts his handler with a huff, “keep going.”

For a moment, Shiu isnt sure if Toji is talking to him or you, who is obviously falling apart on his cock. He only realizes it’s the former when another grunt of his name snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Well…you’ve got a hit for a client we’ve worked with before; a big one, and—“

Shiu stops when he hears a muffled gasp on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of choked out whimpers.

“Yeah?” Toji groans. “Which client?”

He’s currently got you under him now, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you. Each thrust of his cock perfectly reaches your abused g-spot, making it harder and harder for you to keep your moans hushed. What makes it even more difficult, although, is the fact that Toji’s smug face tells you that he knows this, so when you see one of his hands snake down to rub slow circles against your clit you know that this is all part of his plan.

“W-Well…the client from…” Shiu can barely catch his breath as he sits behind his desk, trying not to give in and palm his aching cock through his work slacks.

“What’s up, boss man?” Toji chuckles from the other end, “something on your mind?”

That sick son of a bitch. Shiu’s fist balls atop his desk, the hand holding his phone shaking slightly from how hard he’s gripping it. “Fushiguro,” he breathes out. He doesn’t have to say anything else, because the tone of his voice tells Toji all he needs to know.

“What? My girl’s pretty little sounds making you all flustered? Or is it the sound of her gushing around my cock?”

Shiu clears his throat, running a hand over his face. “You’re such a sick fuck,” he says.

“I’m the sick fuck?” Toji scoffs jovially. “You’re the one who’s still on the phone.”

oh man I'm starving....,,, hey bro do you mind if i just. *opens your legs*

Self-care

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Choso 💭 *matchy-matchy = fated brothers*

credits to the original artist @yakult9_chim on X & ig