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The Things That Find You

Laughing Jack x Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Reader finds an antique Jack-In-The-Box at a yard sale, unaware that by purchasing it they would also be taking home an unwanted guest.

Content/Warnings: Dubcon elements, horror elements, LJ being a stalker creep (so some non con voyeurism), LJ is just fucking weird in this one, clown fucking shenanigans, big stripey clown dick and also long stripey clown tongue, comically large clown penis, LJ eats ass, LJ is massive so big size difference, tummy bulge, that dick should NOT be able to fit in you but it’s my story i can bend the laws of anatomy however i wish, LJ is very mean in this one and doesn’t really care if he hurts you, some degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is kind of a slut boy (same), there’s a lot of build up but please it’s worth it i prommy (but also feel free to skip to the porn that’s totally fair)

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A/N: Jack is british just fyi so if you’re like me and you read with accents there you go!

The antique jack-in-the-box was certainly an odd find at a garage sale, but there was no denying that it caught your eye the moment you saw it. It was incredibly ornate, clearly hand painted in all black and white and decorated with balloons and candy, not to mention it was preserved wonderfully for a piece that had, presumably, been stored in an attic for who knows how long. You could run your fingers over the edges and feel every detail of the tediously carved borders. You carefully turned the wooden box over in your hands, looking over the large, carefully painted words on the front:

“Laughing Jack In The Box!”, surrounded by all sorts of patterns and shapes.

Your face immediately lit up. Everything about this box screamed one of a kind. You could already see it sitting on your collectors shelf, safe behind the glass for you to keep and observe. You absolutely had to have it.

“Excuse me miss?” You called, looking around for the old woman who was running the garage sale. She got up from her lawn chair and made her way over about as fast as you’d expect from one as antique as some of the items currently being sold.

“Could you tell me about this jack-in-the-box?” You asked, trying to hide your elation.

“Oh, this old thing…” She began, looking at you over her comically oversized glasses. “It belonged to my great, great grandfather, Isaac, and was handmade by his father. It was given to me as a young girl, and I was keeping it in the hopes I could pass it on to my own children.”

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at the comment, but it seems the woman had no qualms about selling it.

“Well, it may please you to know that I’m an antique collector,” You explained in an effort to reassure her. “This is a beautiful piece. If you’ll sell it to me, I can promise you it’ll be safe on my shelf.”

“Oh, I have no worries about that. No one would pick this old thing up unless they knew what they were buying. So, what’s your offer young man?”

You thought for a few moments, weighing the box in your hands. You didn’t want to completely rip her off, but a one of a kind antique like this could go for thousands in the right place, and you weren’t looking to break the bank for this thing. Besides, who else would possibly buy it if you didn’t?

You pulled your wallet out and flipped through it, debating with yourself.

“How about…a clean fifty?”

And with that, a deal was made. Before you knew it you were proudly walking back to your car with the box tucked under your arm. You placed it carefully in the front passenger seat where you could watch over it, glancing back one last time to the now empty place on the table where the box once sat before driving away.

Immediately upon getting home you rushed to your room and swung open your shelf, eyes scanning over every row as you tried to find the best place for your newest treasure. It took a bit of rearranging to keep the shelf organized to your liking, but eventually you were able to place the box neatly right in the middle. You carefully closed the glass door and took a few steps back to admire your work. It was absolute perfection, and you couldn’t stop yourself from happily clapping your hands together. You deserved to applaud yourself a bit, after all.

You flopped down on your bed and grabbed your phone, eager to share your find with anyone who would listen, giddy with excitement. You really couldn’t believe how lucky you were! No one else would ever lay hands on a jack-in-the-box like this one, and now it was all yours.

As the hours of the afternoon dissolved into the night, you found yourself peeking into your room just about every time you walked past. You smiled wide whenever you saw the pristine box sitting on your shelf. It was especially beautiful when the sun hit it just right and made it shine. Your chest was still swelling with pride even as you climbed into bed for the night, able to peacefully fall asleep knowing that you’d filled another spot on your shelf today.

Unbeknownst to you, you had just given up the privilege of peaceful sleep.

That night you had one of the worst, most vivid nightmares you could remember.

You were standing in your room late at night, and everything seemed deathly silent, as if all the birds and insects that would normally be chirping outside had up and died off. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked around in confusion. You tried to turn on your lamp, but it wouldn’t come on. Trying the light switch yielded the same distressing result. You moved to open the door, but the moment you reached out for the knob it disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place. When you turned back, your bedroom window was gone too. Both of your escape routes had dissolved into thin air without so much as a sound.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up as your eyes slowly wandered to the jack-in-the-box. It was the only object left on your now open collectors shelf, but it seemed to take up so much more space than before. It had captured your gaze in an iron grip, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t look away. A terrible feeling began to bubble in the pit of your stomach, becoming heavier and heavier until you felt as though you may collapse from the weight, but nothing was happening. Something about the box itself felt so…malicious, so threatening, but it was simply sitting dormant on your shelf.

What were you so scared of?

That was the question replaying in your mind when you woke with a start, nearly falling out of your bed in your disoriented state. You shot straight up as you fought to catch your breath, taking a look around just to make sure your window and door were still there. Fortunately, they were. It really was just a nightmare.

A wave of relief washed over you as you slowly laid back down. You took an extra minute to catch your breath, silently scolding yourself for being so easily scared. You turned your head to look out the window, now noticing the very first little shreds of the dawn coming up over the horizon.

However, you noticed something else as well. Something that set off just a bit of unease in you.

The glass door of your shelf was open.

Not wide open, or broken, just slightly cracked as if it hadn’t been closed all the way and was now just barely ajar. You could’ve sworn you shut it all the way, you could even remember hearing the little click.

But we all make mistakes, don’t we?

That seemed enough of an explanation to calm you as you slipped out of bed to close the shelf once more. This time you double checked, just to be sure. When you were satisfied you went back to bed, finding sleep rather easily and this time without incident.

When you awoke some hours later you couldn’t help but question which parts of the night were a dream and which were reality. The memories of when you had woken up the first time were hazy, not to mention you were still shaken up from the nightmare. You tried to push it out of your mind, though, when you found your shelf securely closed and seemingly untouched. That was really all that mattered.

It seems you had the green light to go about your day as usual.

First thing’s first: you need to change out of your nightclothes. The stained band tee and baggy sweats would not cut it for running errands. You decided on something that would be comfortable for the day, but still made you feel confident and happy with yourself.

As you undressed you couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate yourself in the mirror, standing there in just your boxer briefs. You ran a hand over your sides, turning around halfway as you admired your own figure. It was a silly habit to have, really, but what was it hurting? After all, you were one handsome man. You deserved to be seen.

You weren’t the only one who thought this, and you certainly weren’t the only one who enjoyed admiring you.

Completely hidden out of your view, just how he liked, two achromatic pinwheel eyes spun manically behind the shadows of the jack-in-the-box. He only had to lift the box just slightly, so little that you would never notice, and even if you did you would likely brush it off as your imagination. Jack was skilled like that, able to slowly lure his victims into madness in such a way that they wouldn’t notice until it was too late.

You, though, had caught his attention in a slightly different manner.

You had piqued his interest the moment you picked up his box, handling it with a curious yet careful manner. For generations he had been packed away in dusty attics and grimy basements and long forgotten storage units, completely disgraced by the family line that was supposed to cherish him. But you had plucked him from that miserable cycle, dusted him off, and placed him carefully on your shelf in a secure little spot where you could see each other every day.

This was certainly unusual behavior.

That ache of contempt that he felt for nearly everyone else somehow had yet to creep in. On some level, Jack was just as curious about you has you had been about him, and now he was safe behind the glass to keep and observe you as he saw fit. Human bodies in particular had always been an odd interest of his seeing as they looked so different from his own. Seeing you flaunt yours so proudly with no one else around was honestly a bit amusing.

He watched silently as you slipped on your day clothes, turning around a couple more times in the mirror and adjusting your outfit a bit before finally deciding you were happy. He didn’t slip back down into his box until he heard your car pulling out of the driveway.

He sat there with himself for some few hours while you were gone. He had lost any sense of time at this point, used to spending his days alone in his box. Although, this time, there was one reoccurring theme that all his thoughts seemed to circle back to:

You.

What made exactly you so interesting, hm? He could venture a vague guess, but something was just…different. His affinity for humans had long since waned to nothing nearly two centuries ago, and yet a small part of it was beginning to stir in him once more.

It seemed this would require further observation, which was certainly no issue to him.

You, on the other hand, were blissfully unaware that you were currently sharing your humble abode. There were a few times when the events of the earlier night managed to worm its way back into your mind, but you always managed to push it away. You were simply being silly, that was all. It was a random occurrence with absolutely no significance.

Yeah, sure, that made enough sense.

By the time you were unlocking your front door, you had been lucky enough to truly forget about your nightmare. It seemed that you had finally calmed yourself and managed to stay grounded.

At least you had until you stepped through the door.

The second you had both feet in the doorway, the nightmare came rushing back in vivid flashes. It felt like your grocery bags were filled with cement, your limbs suddenly going weak. Your entire body had gone stiff, paralyzed with an indescribable sense of anxiety, the feeling that something was terribly, deeply wrong in your home.

You swept through the whole house and found not a single thing out of place, though every time you turned a corner you were sure you’d see something you didn’t want to.

No smashed in windows, no kicked in doors, nothing taken or broken, no other sign of an intruder. Nothing that would indicate anything out of the ordinary.

Then why was your stomach churning with the same heavy dread you’d felt in the nightmare?

You wracked your brain as you tried to figure out what could possibly be making you feel so uneasy in your own home, but nothing came to mind. Even as you put away your groceries you were mumbling and muttering to yourself, attempting to fetch any semblance of an explanation.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Jack was more than happy to watch you spin yourself into a tizzy over his little tricks. He giggled to himself when you paced back and forth where he could see you outside the doorway of your room, proud to see he hadn’t lost his mischievous touch.

You felt absolutely exhausted by the time you were trudging your way to your room, the subtle thrum of an oncoming headache already threatening to floor you for the rest of the day. You were so drained, in fact, that you had to do a double take to realize that your collector’s shelf had been completely opened.

Not just creaked open like last time, completely opened. If it had been pushed any farther, the hinges would’ve snapped.

You stared in disbelief, mouth hanging half open. You couldn’t even will yourself to move. It felt someone had just lit a match to the pile of questions that had been accumulating in the back of your mind. As if on autopilot, you walked over numbly and shut the glass door of the shelf. This time, you triple checked that it was shut.

Of course, this time you weren’t satisfied with that.

The first thing you did once you had thrown on sweats and laid down was go to order a lock for the shelf online. You even paid extra to make sure it would be delivered the next day. After all, the last thing you needed was one of your prized possessions falling out and breaking.

Yes, that was the very normal, rational reason why you needed a lock.

You sighed with exhaustion as you struggled to get comfortable in your bed, figuring maybe a nap would help you recharge a bit. By some miracle you actually managed to fall asleep, and by another you slept peacefully for a full hour uninterrupted.

Damn, you needed that. You actually felt better when you woke up, stretching and cracking your back a few times before getting up.

Suddenly your fearful reaction earlier seemed so silly! Why were you so upset anyways? Because of a bad dream and a dingy old shelf? How stupid. Really, you were lucky you lived alone. If anyone had seen you like that they’d think you were crazy, irrational, completely out of your—

The shelf is open again.

The fucking shelf is open again, and the box has moved an entire shelf down on its own.

The box has moved on its own.

You were suddenly feeling light headed.

You sat back down on your bed, your head already beginning to ache once more. You were dizzy, confused, struggling to find your bearings in reality. You held your head in your hands as you tried to take a breather. Part of you hoped that if you simply looked away then back up, maybe the problem would fix itself.

No such luck.

You groaned with frustration, practically stomping over to your shelf. You moved the box back to its original place in a quick and jumpy manner, as if it was burning hot and it would hurt to hold onto it for too long. This time you quadruple checked that it had been closed properly, and even threw a blanket over the shelf to cover it.

It wasn’t a fix, but it could at least give you some semblance of security.

“Stupid broken thing…” You muttered to yourself, speed walking out of your room to head to the kitchen where hopefully a snack could distract you.

Jack was giddy with excitement, unable to stop himself from snickering with smug self-satisfaction. It had been so long since he had someone to play with, and you were so fun to scare it almost felt too easy.

He would have to play his next cards perfectly, though, if he wanted to keep this up.

He didn’t mess with you at all the rest of the day, even when he really, really wanted to. You peaked into your room every time you walked by, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw the shelf was exactly as you’d left it every time.

Maybe, you thought for the umpteenth time, you really were just being irrational. You didn’t even have another nightmare that night, and when you awoke the shelf was still closed with the blanket untouched on top of it.

When the lock came in that day you wondered for a bit if you really needed it, but ultimately decided it was better to be over-prepared than under. You could finally remove the blanket cover on the shelf, feeling much better now that you could properly shut and lock it. You stored the key away in the drawer of your nightstand where you knew it would be safe.

For you, it seemed like everything was finally back to normal again.

For Jack, this was the perfect opportunity to increase his antics tenfold. He was becoming more and more impatient, wanting to badly to properly greet you, and with each scare he only felt himself grow stronger. He was feeding on your anguish, allowing it to fuel him until eventually he would be ready to come out and play.

For the next few weeks, Jack made you sure you found absolutely no peace. He was relentless and cruel, even by his standards. He broke your stupid little lock, and the two others you ordered after that. He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d made you shut the glass door to the shelf again. Whenever you tried to cover him with the blanket, he let you know he was particularly upset with you by not only swinging the shelf door wide open, but moving his box right to your bedside table. That way, he got to see your terror up close when you jolted awake, nearly tripping over yourself to get away when you saw the box a mere couple of feet from your face. He made the house creak and jump every time you got a moment of quiet. Hell, he was petty enough to mess with the thermostat when you were out, meaning you got to return home to a freezing cold or blistering heat that was surely running up your bill. Speaking of running up your bills, it wasn’t unusual for Jack to leave the water running either.

The thing that got to you the most, though, was the incessant nightmares.

God, they never stopped.

They were almost all the same:

You’d be trapped somewhere familiar, like your room or a store you’d been at that day. You’d be completely alone and no lights would work, and when you tried to leave all the doors and windows would disappear. And every time, every goddamn time, that jack-in-the-box would be sitting there to greet you when you turned around. That was by far the worst part. Just looking at it would make you weak and nauseous, but you always woke up just before you’d collapse. Whenever you awoke from your nightmares you tried to take comfort in the sunrise beginning to slowly come up over the horizon, but deep down you knew the daylight could no longer save you.

Each day you woke up more exhausted than the last, too tired to go anywhere but not able to stand being in your house with whatever entity was making your life hell.

On the contrary, Jack was merely becoming more and more energetic every day. He hadn’t felt this eager in a long, long time. He was even feeling a bit bold, working up the courage once or twice to open the shelf while you were in the room. That scared you the most, making you jump with fear and scramble out of the room as fast as you could.

He knew you didn’t really have anywhere else to go. You could leave for the day, sure, but sooner or later you’d have to come back home. The stars must’ve aligned for him to find you, the perfect little plaything that could never really escape and gave him endless entertainment. You were certainly a funny one.

Although, there were times he enjoyed simply watching you just as much as tormenting you.

Countless times he’d find himself occupied with quietly observing you as if you were a completely foreign creature. He’d peak out of his box to watch you toss and turn at night, to watch you dress in the morning, and he even got to see you walk back from your showers a few times. You looked so soft, even from this far away, with so many places for him to grab and squeeze and wrap his massive claws around.

It was shameful, really. Or it should’ve been at least. Jack didn’t know the meaning of the word. All he knew was that the urge to reach out and grab you in his claws was growing stronger, and fast. His already minimal patience was beginning to thin, and he knew that soon it would run out completely. Watching you from afar wouldn’t be enough.

But that was okay.

He was finally ready to properly greet you, and he knew exactly how he’d do it.

That night you experienced one of the usual terrors, but this time you couldn’t recognize the room. It looked to be the bedroom of a victorian mansion with tall wooden walls decorated with dusty paintings that seemed to go up forever, closing you in on all sides. A child’s toys were scattered around the room, and the blankets on the bed had been tussled and pushed around. It was clear someone had been living here, but who? And why were you in a room you had never seen before?

And why, God—

Why was that jack-in-the-box still sitting on the shelf? And why was the crank turning on its own, playing the quiet, foreboding tune of “Pop Goes The Weasel?”

The feeling of dread that filled you was nothing new, but what you didn’t expect was to see the box slowly open as the crank continued to turn.

The movement wasn’t sudden, but it was absolutely shocking, so much so that you fell back onto your hands. You tried to scoot backwards, to somehow get away, but you couldn’t move. All you could do was watch as the lid of the box clicked into its open place, and a dark shape began to emerge.

It took a moment for you to figure out what you were looking at. The shape had sharp edges and moved slowly, in a controlled manner. It wrapped around the edge of the box and tapped against it.

It was a hand.

A massive hand with pitch black claws, each nearly as large as your palm, much too big to belong to something that should’ve been able to fit in that box.

A second clawed hand reached up, grabbing onto the opposite side of the box. They looked to be pulling up the rest of the body.

You watched, mouth agape in silent horror as the claws were followed by long striped sleeves, then a head and face covered by long black hair that fell past broad shoulders, until eventually the entire body had dragged itself out of the box. The creature sat there limply with its limbs bent unnaturally as if its own body was too heavy for it to move. There was one thing about it, though, that made your blood run cold:

Above a sharp toothed smile that was stretched impossibly wide were two achromatic pinwheel eyes, spinning manically behind a curtain of dark hair. They pierced your soul with their stare, almost seeming to glow in the dark.

There was a split second where you knew you were about to wake up, but the sight before you when you forced your eyes open was so similar to your nightmare that you weren’t sure it had worked.

That…thing from your dream was hovering over you.

Its visage was completely clear to you now, hair falling around its face and on either side of your head as it peered down at you. A single glance towards its body showed it was even bigger up close, easily twice your size. It resembled some sort of clown, in line with the theme of the jack-in-the-box, but nothing about it seemed comforting or humorous.

Your first instinct was to thrash, but you couldn’t move. The clown had pinned your arms down with its massive claws, not even flinching when you tried to fight it off. It took no effort to hold you down.

Its razor-toothed mouth began to crack open, and for a second you expected it to lunge forward and end it all with one fatal snap of its jaws.

But that didn’t happen.

No, instead…

It laughed.

The laugh itself didn’t even sound malicious or evil. In any other context it could easily be mistaken as an innocent giggle, a sound you might make when you saw something particularly cute.

That was what you were to Jack:

Cute.

But not in the way you’d think.

You were cute in the way a helpless, injured animal is cute.

Cute in the way that something you could hold in the palm of your hand is cute.

Cute in the way that something you knew you had complete control over is cute.

Cute in a pathetic, pitiful way that Jack loved.

He had waited so long to have his fun with you, he was trembling with excitement.

“Oooh, there you are!” Jack spoke in a lighthearted tone, drawing out his words in a playful manner. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to sound like, but it definitely wasn’t that. You couldn’t decide if his oddly happy demeanor and sing-song tone with the cartoonish lilt of his accent was more or less frightening than the classic demonic voice of a supernatural killer.

Suddenly something uncomfortably wet slid from your shoulder to your cheek, and it wasn’t until he pulled back that you realized it was his tongue.

It was impossibly long and had the same striped pattern as his sleeves, moving in a much too articulated manner, as if it was another limb. You watched with wide eyes at it slowly retracted back into his mouth with a sickening wet sound. You could imagine it coiled up in there like a snake; after all, that was the only feasible way it should’ve been able to fit back in his mouth.

“You taste even better than I imagined…” The clown continued, taking no notice of (or at least not caring about) your discomfort. “You’ve been teasing ol’ Jack, haven’t you?”

“J…Jack?” You echoed in a whisper. You could hardly hear your own meek voice.

He only chuckled in response, taking great delight in hearing you say his name.

One of his hands released your arm, though you didn’t dare move either way. It slowly slid its way under your oversized nightshirt, pushing it above your chest and exposing your entire midriff. Both of his hands ran along your sides slowly, two claw-tipped thumbs barely scraping over your skin. Just a bit more pressure could’ve drawn blood, and it wouldn’t even take much effort on Jack’s part.

You tried not to move, to not even breathe, terrified that one wrong move would get you torn to shreds. You could imagine one razor sharp talon digging into your chest and dragging to your stomach, slicing you open in a mess of gore and intestines and oh, God—

You winced when Jack’s tongue unfurled once more, this time running from your navel all the way to your chest. It left a cold trail of saliva that made you shiver. You had to turn your head away, unable to look at Jack any longer, only to yelp in pain when you felt the sharp sting of a bite.

When you looked down again you were greeted with Jack’s smug grin.

“Pay attention to me and I won’t have to do that again.” He ordered, unblinking stare piercing through you. The tone of the demand was almost whiny, like he would throw a tantrum if he didn’t get his way.

“Wh…What the hell do you want?” You choked out.

Jack didn’t answer. It would be more fun to watch you figure it out on your own.

He adjusted you in his hold, allowing him to sit up as he moved to grasp your thighs. It was then you realized you’d neglected to put on any actual pants before bed, your lower half clad only in your boxer briefs which were doing very little to keep you modest, especially as Jack lifted your clothed bulge closer to his eager mouth.

“W-Wait—!”

But your plea came a moment too late, and any other attempt at words died in your throat when you felt Jack’s tongue run over your cock through your boxers.

“Shit—! Jesus Christ…” You huffed, “What the fuck…are you doing…?”

You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and watched helplessly as Jack’s tongue ran over you once more, making you tense as you felt your cock twitch. Damn, that felt good…

You really shouldn’t have been enjoying this. Especially not this much. You expected to be much more disgusted, and yet you weren’t. In fact, there was a little voice in the back of your head that was eager to take much more.

But what choice did you have, really?

Jack certainly had no intention of stopping, and you certainly weren’t going anywhere. Besides, for all you knew you’d wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a shameful wet dream.

You tried to relax a bit in his grip, which proved difficult when he was staring at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

Before you could blink Jack had suddenly flipped you onto your stomach, making quick work of your boxers with one swipe of his claws. The sound of ripping fabric caught you off guard, and everything happened so fast you weren’t sure what had happened until you felt Jack’s tongue run over the bare back of your thighs.

“Oh my God—!” You cried out, barely managing to muffle yourself with a pillow. You held it tight against your face, and even had to bite down on it in an attempt to stop yourself from screaming when Jack slipped his tongue inside of you.

It felt even longer than it looked, squirming inside of you and leaving absolutely no spot untouched. Every time you thought he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, he somehow did, filling you with his tongue until you couldn’t fit anymore. A shame, really; he had lots more to offer, but he couldn’t expect much from such a little human.

His hands were easily large enough to grasp your waist and hold you against his mouth. You had no way of knowing, but Jack was more than aware of his own strength, even taking care to make sure he didn’t pierce you with his nails. You’d be much for fun alive, after all. Although, this didn’t mean he didn’t have a bit of fun scaring you, occasionally giving a rough squeeze just to feel you flinch. He was thoroughly invested in tasting every inch of you, but that didn’t mean he’d stop toying with you at every opportunity.

Despite his hold on you, you couldn’t stop yourself from writhing desperately in his hands. You weren’t trying to fight him, but the sensation of his tongue wriggling around so deep inside of you was certainly an odd one. Your cock was already throbbing between your legs and dripping precum onto your sheets. There was a nagging urge to reach down and give your needy member some much needed attention, but you couldn’t force yourself to release your painful grip on your blanket. It was the only thing providing you any sort of purchase.

Jack was making quite the show of eating you out as well, moaning and slurping in a rather dramatic manner. He certainly wasn’t afraid of being noisy, though he made sure to stay quiet enough to listen to your encouraging noises. You sounded so desperate and needy, he just couldn’t get enough. You became especially loud when he began to slowly move his tongue in and out. He could even feel you squeeze around it, and it made his cock ache as he imagined what it would feel like to finally be inside of you.

You shuddered when Jack finally retracted his tongue, his saliva completely soaking your hole and beginning to run down your legs, leaving you now feeling thoroughly stretched but unpleasantly empty. He only let you rest as long as it took for him to close and wipe his mouth before he was manhandling you once more, this time flipping you into your previous position on your back. It happened so fast that just the impact of your head on the pillow made you dizzy.

When you looked up again Jack had leaned back a bit, looking down at his hands as he unbuckled his suspenders and soon after his pants. You followed his gaze just in time to see his own massive length spring free from his trousers.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

It was bigger than anything you’d ever even imagined, and suddenly you felt embarrassingly inadequate. It too was striped, and shaped in such a way that you could easily tell it was a cock but definitely not a human one. He laid it over your stomach and you couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer size. It was thick and heavy too, throbbing eagerly against your skin.

“W-Woah, wait, no way—“ You stuttered, attempting to crawl backwards and away from Jack. “That’s fucking giant, holy shit…You can’t— T-That won’t—“

“Shhhhh!” Jack interrupted as he roughly pulled you back to him, “Calm down, you whiny little thing. You’ll be fine.”

You only whimpered in reply, watching with bated breath as he spread your legs wide to make room for his cock. He groaned with delight when his leaking tip brushed against your waiting hole.

“A-At least be careful…!” You pleaded in a last-ditch effort to earn yourself some mercy.

“I make no promises.” Jack replied shortly, as if he was annoyed with your request. Maybe it was a bit cruel to be so careless, but surely you were being dramatic. Humans were meant to stretch, right? Surely you weren’t that fragile.

The noise that struggled out of your mouth when he forced himself into you was downright inhuman, followed by a string of curses and other equally nasty exclamations of the sort that could’ve barred you from getting you into heaven all on their own. Not that you were going either way at this point.

When Jack had finally filled you as much as he could, only about two thirds of his cock had managed to disappear inside of you. That was still rather impressive, all things considered, and it’s not like he could complain. Your tight hole squeezed around him in all the right places.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You repeated under your breath as you tried to adjust to Jack’s size, a borderline impossible task.

“Foul mouthed one, aren’t you?” He scolded, grabbing your chin roughly. “Behave, or I’ll have to wash your mouth out.”

He seemed to find that hilarious, laughing to himself as if he’d never heard a funnier joke in his life.

“You…fuckin’ freak…” You spat back at him half-heartedly. It was hard to sound angry when you were trying to catch your breath after being filled to your limit. Jack feigned a gasp of disbelief at your lackluster insult.

“Naughty, naughty thing you are! Someone simply must teach you to behave!”

He squeezed you in his grip, testing his hold one last time before he began to pull back. You thought he’d stop halfway or at least start slow, but you were left speechless as he pulled out nearly all the way, leaving just the tip still nestled inside of you. You grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to brace yourself for what was sure to be a brutal impact.

“Brutal” was an understatement.

Shit, it felt like he fucking impaled you. You choked on what would’ve been a shriek when he pushed into you again, nails digging into his shoulder so hard it would’ve drawn blood if he had any. You felt unbearably full as his cock bullied its way back inside of you until it was laying heavy in your stomach.

Jack let out a shuddering moan that dissolved into a breathy laugh as he watched you struggle to keep it together. Your mouth hanging open in a silent scream and eyes going wide with panic was exactly what he wanted to see.

“Aww, did that hurt?” He asked, and honestly the condescending tone stung a bit. You only glared in reply.

He pulled back again, slamming into you with even more force than the first time. You could feel the bed swaying beneath you from the sheer strength. You could only hope he didn’t wind up breaking it after he broke you.

Jack was never one to take things slow, and as soon as he had gotten the hang of his thrusts he set a brutal pace. Each movement made your head spin with the impact. You really weren’t built to take something so massive, you shouldn’t have been able to, but you were taking it despite your body’s protests. You didn’t want to look down, unable to even stand the thought of seeing his gigantic cock disappear inside of you.

Desperate, animalistic noises spilled through your gritted teeth and out of your mouth. Each thrust hit deeper than the last and there were times you swore he was literally rearranging your guts. Of course you would eventually adjust to Jack’s size and strength, but that didn’t shake the fear that this encounter could land you in the hospital. This fear would fade as he continued though, the overwhelming fullness and ache soon melting into a pleasure like you’d never felt before. You grasped at anything you could, whether it be your sheets or Jack’s sleeves or hair, hopelessly clawing at anything you could get your shaky hands on.

Jack’s tongue laid limp out of his mouth as he panted, shamelessly rutting into you like a toy. You were nothing but a rag doll in his clutches for him to hold and use to his black heart’s content, and then some. While you couldn’t bring yourself to look down, he was more than happy to watch his cock thrust in and out of you. The wet squelching sounds made by each little movement were like music to his ears.

He knew he must’ve been hitting deep when he noticed the bulge he was making in your stomach.

Oh, you simply had to see this!

He grabbed your hair roughly and forced you to look down.

“Ahah! Do you see that? Do you?” He asked eagerly. He took your choked noise as a ‘yes.’

“You’re so small, ahah…I wonder how deep I can go before you break in two!”

He tugged on your hair once more, this time pulling it back to expose your neck. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he dragged his tongue slowly up your neck before pulling you into a messy kiss. It only took one second of your surprise to allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, and it quickly found its way down your throat. You were caught off guard and nearly choked, which only made Jack laugh against your lips. You could feel every little twitch or jerk it made as it explored your throat with no regard for your comfort.

Jack didn’t pull away until he could tell you were struggling for air, retracting his tongue incredibly quickly. You were coughing and heaving to catch your breath, which he apparently found very amusing. It seemed to send him into a giggling fit every time he scared you half to death.

Suddenly Jack came to an abrupt stop. You looked up at him in confusion, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was focused on something else. You felt yourself being jostled around as he shifted his position, sitting up on his knees and lifting you from the bed with one hand still around your waist and the other under your back. You were entirely supported by his hands now.

What the hell is he thinking?!

You felt him retracting once more, but this time he wasn’t moving his hips. He was moving you.

He showed no signs of struggle or even the slightest strain as he began to thrust into you again, your weight practically nothing to him. He was using you like a goddamn fleshlight, nothing more than a sleeve for his cock.

And honestly…It wasn’t so bad.

That seemed to be your breaking point, any sense of dignity you had before completely going out the window as you gave into him fully. If he was going to use you like a toy, you could at least put in the effort to be a good one.

“F-Fuck! Ah—! Jack, m-more…!” You begged, and for a moment a look of surprise flashed across his face. The last thing he was expecting was to hear you pleading for him so shamelessly, but it was a welcome surprise. His signature grin returned quickly, stretching from one pointed ear to the other.

“Oh, more he says?!” He replied, “More, more! What happened to ‘wait, Jack!’ and ‘you can’t, Jack!’, huh? Sudden change of heart?”

He was mocking your voice, degrading you so blatantly that he expected you to recoil at his nasty words, but instead you tightened around him.

Oh…you liked that.

He was more than happy to keep going.

“What is it then, hm? Or have you already gone too stupid to answer me? Aha, you really do love this!”

You nodded quickly in response, managing to push out a slurred reply that sounded vaguely like an agreement.

“Fine then,” he conceded, “I can give you more…”

And just when you thought he couldn’t possibly go any faster or shove in any deeper or make you cry out for him even more.

He fucked you like his current life and the next depended on it, each thrust slamming the headboard into the wall so hard it left a mark. Your legs trembled as you began to get lost in the pleasure. It all felt like a blur, a wonderful blur only broken up by the realization that you were much closer to your orgasm than you realized.

“Jack, J-Jack—! I’m close, I…I’m…” You couldn’t even choke out a single sentence of warning. Jack was more than aware of what you were trying to tell him, but he was content to let you pathetically struggle for words.

“Go on, why don’t you? If you need it so bad I won’t stop you.”

His attempt at an impartial tone was greatly hindered by his obvious excitement, a result of how close he was to his own peak and how much he desired to see you cum. He wanted so badly to see you make a mess for him, to feel you spasm around him and know that he was the one who brought you to that.

“Oh, please—!” You whined, “Please, please, please…”

You had no idea what you were begging for. You didn’t have to, though, because it seems like your pleas worked anyways. Every muscle in your body tensed on instinct, your back arching up into Jack and one last high pitched cry managing to leave your throat as you came. The force of your orgasm hit you like a truck, more intense and prolonged than any other you’d had, helpfully hastened by Jack’s increasingly erratic thrusts.

“Ahah, you squeezed so tight!” He gushed, “You feel so, so good…”

Faster, faster, faster, he had to go faster. He was so close, so close. He had to fill you, he had to. He had to see his cum dripping out of you and to know that he’d filled you with all he had and you had to be filled.

He went silent for a split second, and you knew what you were in for when his hips stuttered before going still, but you weren’t ready for the sheer amount of cum he pumped into you. He held you on his cock until he was completely done, continuing to make small ruts with his hips until he’d ridden out his orgasm to the end. There simply wasn’t room for it all inside of you, but even as it flowed out of you and down your legs and onto your sheets he continued to spill into you. You’d gone limp in his hands by the time he was done.

You barely processed the feeling of being laid back down on your bed, but you definitely winced when Jack pulled out of you. Damn, you were already sore. Not to mention your forehead was drenched with a thick layer of sweat and your thighs were soaked with a multitude of bodily fluids that you were trying not to think about right now.

You managed to crack an eye open when you heard Jack snickering.

“Tired already? A shame. I had fun.” He said casually, as if the both of you had just returned from an outing and he hadn’t practically jumped you in your own home. Your only answer was an exhausted sigh.

Jack cocked his head to the side as he stared down at you. Were you really so worn out already? He wasn’t tired at all! Then again, “tired” wasn’t really something he felt…

Humans are so strange.

He laid down beside you and draped an arm over you. When he leaned in you expected him to lick you again, but instead he brought you into a kiss. An actual kiss, the first real gesture of affection he’d given you, even if it was rather brief. He pulled away to nestle his face into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his laughter against your skin.

“You’re a funny one, do you know that? I hope I get to play with you a lot more…”

Oh, fuck.

He wasn’t leaving, was he?

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watching porn w stsg ? it starts out talking shit about the script and the shitty acting, mocking the obviously fake and obnoxious moans — then, it just so happens that the three of you come across a decent, good even, amateur threesome :OOO

DOUBLE STUFFED: OREO STYLE st + sg

SUMMARY: adult films are always so boring and overly dramatic. eye roll after eye roll when the woman “climaxes.” yet what happens when all three of you grow curious?

CONTENT: fem! reader x gojo & getō, brat! reader, college! au, degradation, praise, threesum, you get double stuffed literally, f! & m! receiving, spanking, overstim, manhandling, size kink, unprotected, pwp + crack, breath play, nipple play, hair pulling, geto eats it from the back, you squirt, rev cowgirl (pet names: princess, pretty girl, baby)

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

NOTE: apology fic for killing off gojo last week lol. first time writin a 3sum, i triedd 💔. 4 my luvs @ramonathinks @satoruhour @neptunes1nterweb @takst4z

“. . ohfuckkkkfuckyesyesyes'mcummingyesyesyesyes . . ”

“. . ehhh—” Gojo grumbles, sitting beside you and geto, your laptop placed on top of the small glass table, sounds of dramatic moans and sheer skin slapping leaving the volume parts of your device as all three of you watch. “this isn‘t even accurate,” Gojo yawns— lifting his feet and resting it against the edge of the table. “plus, that guy isn‘t even inside, they’re clearly faking it—!”

“Shut up, Satoru, it‘s getting good,” you mumbled, blindly putting a hand over your roommate‘s mouth, attempting to shush him and his white eyebrows furrow—

Geto chuckles, glancing at you with his bulky arms crossed, a slight smile forming on his pink lips.

“Of course you‘d be enjoying this,” Geto hums, his long ravened hair just drooping over his shoulders, wearing nothing but casual black shorts and a university hoodie— colors of pure dark purple and grey.

“Can‘t say I’m surprised.” He coos.

You playfully nudged him, raising your brows, and he had a near smug grin on his lips. Geto always loved to tease you— despite you three only being roommates for just a few weeks, you‘ve all been friends for quite some years, so it just made sense to live together, share a dorm in all.

“. . . What’s that supposed to mean?” You glared, and his gaze lingers at you for a split second before Gojo dramatically coughed— interrupting the two of you.

“Can you guys like stop flirting for one second, please? I‘m seriously about to throw up,” Gojo grumbles, his bottom lip tucking out— he was like a baby. You giggled, averting your eyes back towards the screen— Geto rolls his eyes at his melodramatic of a best friend, a quiet playful hum leaving his lips. “Thank you.” He crosses his arms.

As the script plays out on the screen, you rested your head against Gojo— he didn’t mind exactly, he was drinking some sort of drink in a red plastic cup, it smelled astonishingly sweet, syrupy-like in more ways than one.

“daddydaddydaddy—so close— too big! ngh!f—fuckharder.”

“oh yeahhhh mhm— baby— take it— so tight— hnghhhh.”

“You know what I don’t get?” Gojo speaks, sheer annoyance in his tone— you and Geto both groaned at the same time, he never knew when to just shut up. All Gojo did was just talk talk talk. There‘s silence but Gojo puffs out a breath before humming.

“Okay, sure! I‘ll tell you,” he mumbled, sitting up, your head landing against his lap and you grunt. “I don‘t get the whole oh daddyyyy kink. Like yeah, I get it‘s a popular kink and all but it’s such a turnoff when she says it like every second.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up from his lap. “It‘s called acting, Satoru. It’s supposed to be dramatic.”

“He‘s too dumb enough to understand, I’m afraid.” Geto snickers, grinning at Gojo.

“You two are assholes,” Gojo furrows his eyebrows, offended and it was honestly kind of cute. “And you,” he scoffs, “Don‘t act like you wouldn’t moan exactly how that girl is doing. I bet your moans are even more dramatic.”

You suddenly grow hot at the thought, staring right into his bright oceanic-like eyes, raising your brows that nearly came together. “Pft. What? What does that even mean? You wish you could hear my moans. I bet you moan more than me, little girl.”

“. . . Little girl?” Gojo spat in disgust and repeated your mocking words.

“You two are so annoying,” Geto sighs with a chuckle, leaning up towards your macbook— scrolling towards another video to watch near the recommended section.

Various three-second clips of the video played, and Geto skimmed through each one before he finds a certain one titled: BUSTY COLLEGE SLUT GETS PLOWED BY TWO MEN! NOT CLICKBAIT! SERIOUSLY. WATCH NOW FOR A GOOD FUCK.

“. . . Ooh. This looks good.” He utters in a soft purr.

The two of you eventually stop bickering, and focus your eyes towards the screen once more, Geto clicks the PLAY option, and the website‘s intro play, the iconic drums before showing the browser‘s infamous pink logo, kazuhub.com.

Once it plays, it starts off slow, not particularly a plot this time— thankfully. It gets straight to it. The girl is pretty, with long dark black hair, a few tattoos printed on her body, and a nice plump chubby figure too. She had hips for days, and curves in all the right places.

The guys were attractive as well, both tall and broad— and within seconds, she was already getting fucked into the mattress by the both of them.

“good girl, doin' so good for us baby.”

“look at her, just taking us both so good. mhm—fuck 'm getting close— shit . . ”

Finally after dozens of dramatic, fake and obnoxious adult films— this one feels real.

Strictly amateur.

The girl surprisingly didn‘t moan as much, her voice was pitched just a bit, raspy— and she had nipple piercings, playing with her tits as the video time skipped, and now, she rode one guy— while making out with the other, it was sloppy, and sooner than you knew it, you started to feel yourself throb.

Right between your legs, all you wore was a hoodie— one of Gojo‘s actually, you told him you were cold and he let you borrow it . . . Although, you were wearing nothing but pretty black panties underneath.

Surely they wouldn’t notice to see you playing with yourself, right?

You laid back against the sofa, spreading your legs ever so slightly, bringing a hand down towards between your thighs to spread yourself open, prodding a middle finger against your silky entrance. You were already soaked, drenched even— you had no idea, this entire time there was such a mess right between your legs.

The more the video played, constant mhmmm’s and ahhhh’s, the more aroused you grew.

A tiny soft breath leaves your lips as you start to sink a finger inside of your sweet cunt, biting down on your lip as your two roommates sat beside you. But of course, it had to be ruined by no one other than Gojo. He just so happened to spill his drink, and once he reached down to grab his cup— he saw you, fingering yourself, trying hard to suppress your moans.

“Are you.. playin' with yourself?” Gojo mutters, eyes widening before growing slightly amused, a smile forming on his lips— soft dimples forming near the very crevices of his mouth. Smug bastard.

“W-What? No, I‘m not..” You trailed off, just to see Geto staring at you now as well, cockily clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “What . . ? You don‘t have to believe me.”

“Roomie, your finger‘s still inside your pussy, that’s all the proof we need,” Geto chuckles, leaning up close to the both of you.

Gojo stares at you with a teasing smile, grabbing your wrist and seeing how slick-drenched your fingers are before he mumbles, “Hey, wanna fuck?”

You suddenly grow shy—? Attempting to speak but nothing came out. It‘s like that for a few seconds before you utter in a cute voice. “Like.. a threesome with . . all three of us?”

“Yeah, Y/N, that‘s… literally what he‘s saying.” Geto deadpans and you giggle— and you roll your eyes at his constant teasing.

“Whatever Suguru..” you grumbled, still slightly embarrassed from being caught of pleasuring yourself.

Clearing your throat, you paused the video before shrugging. “And yeah, sure,” and then you stared at both of them— before randomly, your eyes trailed down to Gojo‘s lap. The way he sat, it was so slutty, manspread, wearing just a white tank top with loose fitted shorts, nearly baggy— and you could just about make out his bulge.

“It’s all yours,” Gojo mutters cockily, catching you gawk at his bulge.

You grew embarrassed before glancing away, crawling towards him on the sofa, before you suddenly leaned in to kiss him— you didn‘t know why, but you did. Gojo was taken a back, a tiny surprised mpfh leaving his lips as his rough hands gripped your waist, feeling you get on his lap, your tongue softly brushing against his— he tastes so good, he groaned, feeling you softly bite against his lips—

Gojo smells your sweet alluring scent of perfume, it drives him crazy— you drive him crazy, he‘s bricked hard though, you grinding against his lap, his bulge, while your glossed lips press against his makes him grunt in a needy manner.

He wants you.

“You’re gettin' Satoru turned on, princess,” Geto slyly says, and you moan— feeling Geto get beside you, planting soft kisses everywhere near your upper arm, sliding his own hands down your waist, down your thighs— before it slid up your university hoodie, his hand, going between your legs, and he feels how wet you were, your panties were already moved to the side from you just playing with yourself, and a smile forms on his lip. “You were wearing only panties underneath? Never knew our roomie was such a dirty girl.”

You break away from Gojo, moaning once Geto makes you bend over with such a perfect arch—your face near Gojo‘s lap, and your hands rummage through his shorts, untying them before eagerly reaching for his boxers, only before slowly springing out his thick cock—

You licked your lips, staring at your roommates length. He stood tall, the base was narrow— fat head, tip was swollen a bit, bright pinkish red, with a slight curve, pre-cum already leaking down, you softly moved your tongue against it, licking it clean, and Gojo grunts— staring down at you. He intakes a breath; watching your tongue go down toward his base—

Licking upwards of his length slowly, feeling his veins collide against your tongue— you moan, feeling Geto pull your panties down from behind you, and he leans down— and you whine, feeling him give you a mean spank as your ass stuck out, starting to stroke Gojo. Geto squeezes your ass, staring at it, before you go down on Gojo eagerly, staring to take him into your mouth— cheeks slightly hollowing as you went up and down, he was so big— his girth, huge, Gojo was so eager, he just couldn’t help but thrust into your mouth a bit as he sat back against the sofa— hearing you gulp and nearly gag, strands of spit leaving your mouth as he’s hitting the back of your mouth.

“F-Fuck, your throat—” Gojo grunts, his abs flexing and clenching from underneath his shirt.

Geto pulls your ass up close to him as you‘re occupied sucking off his best friend, and you moan— feeling a sudden wetness go against your folds, Geto spat on your cunt, before rubbing a thumb against your folds, only to then press his lips against it— sucking firmly and you whined, trying to focus on Gojo‘s hardened dick in your mouth.

You made Gojo feel so warm— your mouth was just sloppy, swiftly using a hand of yours to match your mouth movements, turning your wrist a bit against his length in a repetitive motion— and Gojo‘s just losing it, huffing out short breaths, a hand firmly grips on the top of your head, watching you bobble up and down before groaning. “F-Fuck, jus’ like that, so pretty with your mouth all . . f—full . . ”

Geto moves his tongue against your pussy, slowly lapping it up at first— eating you from the back, and you whimper, pretty nails digging into Gojo‘s beefy thighs that flexed and tensed within each time your head moved up and down his shaft. The ravened haired grunts, nose deep now, you shiver once you feel his tongue glide against your labia, your legs twitch—

Speaking of twitching, you felt a vein near Gojo‘s shaft, he was pulsating all in your mouth. He‘s always fantasized about this exact scenario happening, actually. As Geto‘s nose swipes and swipes against your cunt as he’s eating you out, he was so messy— lapping up your folds, he‘s absolutely slurping right through you, two rough hands spreading your ass a part just a bit, occasionally spanking your ass— making you whimper as you kept sucking Gojo off, your tongue making contact against his sensitive fat frenulum— earning a deep low grunt from him.

“. . . Damnnn . . . girl,” he groans, his voice growing slightly deeper than how it‘s usually a bit high and playful. And Gojo can‘t help but start to shove your head down just a bit further— he loves hearing you gag, the way his plump tip just taps and taps against the very back of his throat— it drives him mad. He craved it so much so that his right leg started to bounce tremendously.

“Arch that back more f'me, pretty girl,” Geto hums, nibbling against your clit and you whimper loudly — feeling him spank your ass again. This time, a bit harder, the sting— it‘s so rough, it makes you throb more and more— you couldn‘t decide which felt better, your mouth being stuffed full or Geto being completely between your legs, lapping up your sweet cunt like a starved dog.

Gojo‘s jaw clenched as he‘s staring down at you, softly using your head to shove you down more, each time low moans leave his mouth, you‘re making him feel every last bit of his nerves— your tongue flicks against the very ridge of his dick, near the very underside of his fat tip and he’s super sensitive there.

“F-Fuckkkk,” he breathes out, nostrils slightly flaring, his voice starting to shake a bit— Gojo was coming close, and you were aware based on his body language. “M' gonna cum soon, princess. Gonna make me cum with that—” and he pauses, thrusting his hips softly into your mouth, watching some strands of saliva pour out near the sides of your mouth, nails piercing into his thighs.

“—Sloppy— fuckin' mouth . . . ” Gojo enunciated between thrusts, hearing you gag, muffled moans escaping your lips as Geto was making you come close too— your legs shook and shook— before you came right on Geto‘s tongue, the tension that built up inside of you like blocks came crashing down instantly— back was arched, toes were upmost curled.

You whimpered— eyes rolling back as Gojo‘s dick remained inside of you, twitching by the second. Geto kisses all over your clit, near the inner part of your thighs before he licks you clean— his tongue slowly lapping up your sweet slick, his lips that were shiny perfectly coated his mouth, so lewd, strings of his own spit and your mess continued to depart each time he broke his lips away, breaking back finally to rub a thumb against your cunt, blowing against your pussy and your eyes roll way back again— he was such a tease.

Gojo pants— his grip near the crown of your head quite firm and he grunts. “. . . Shitshitshit, ‘m gonna give ya a mouthful, Y/n. You want that? Can you be good and swallow nicely f'me?”

You nod eagerly, the only words leaving your lips was, “mhm-hm,” fat tears sticking to your lashes, you looked so pretty— Geto couldn‘t help but caress your ass as he waited for Gojo to finish— his rough hands grips your ass, feeling all over it as your body grinds a bit as Gojo‘s sprawled out on the couch manspread, hearing the occasional pop and spurt sounds your mouth made from sucking his tip.

“Good— fuck, good . . . girl, so damn nasty f'me,” he mumbles, cupping your face, making you stare at him, your back is just arching, Geto smacking your ass only made you moan more muffled moans before Gojo releases a thick hefty load into your tongue. He grunts, shooting inside the very back of your mouth— your eyes slightly squeeze shut from the bitter yet somewhat sweet flavor, and your cheeks are all plump, full of his seed.

“Swallow and show us your tongue, roomie.” Geto hums, watching Gojo take hold of his length, you stare at it leaving your lips with a tiny pout, plump, soft, sheeny lips before swallowing— Gojo rubs his reddened tip against your lips, letting off a soft sigh once you stuck out your tongue for your roommates to see.

Geto grunts, getting hard from seeing you in such a lewd state— pretty pink tongue all out, eyes slightly half-lidded, still wearing your uni hoodie with no panties underneath.

“That’s a good girl,” Geto purrs, lifting you up from your knees, and he pats his lap— spreading his legs, “Now come here, baby.”

You do— sitting back against the couch before both of them lifted up your dark purple colored uni hoodie, and they saw how you had no bra underneath either, Geto snickers and Gojo scoffs, leaning up close to you before they each started to flick their tongue against your perky hardened nipples.

“F-Fuck,” you gasped with a mere whimper, glancing down at them both, chewing softly on your lip, holding both of them by their necks with your hands as they sucked and licked against your chest— you whined, Gojo being more of a menace, softly nibbling on your left nipple with the top part of his teeth.

Geto on the right, you could softly feel his teeth graze against your sensitive skin and you whimpered, feeling your poor self start to clench and throb between your legs.

“Mhm—” Gojo mumbles, them both sucking against your breasts, teasing your hard nipples with their tongue— warm breath fans over your body and you squirm a bit, feeling yourself wanting more and more. You moaned, feeling Geto grip your chin to face him, and he pulls you into a deep, sloppy kiss— rough hand cupping your chin, your tongue swiped against his, closing your eyes, and you could taste yourself on his tongue— from when he was eating you out earlier.

Gojo still had his mouth attached to your nipples before he breaks away, a slight pout on his face.

“Geto, quit hoggin' her,” Gojo frowns, dragging you towards him— he lays down back first against the sofa, making you climb on his lap. “F-Fuck, I can‘t wait anymore.”

“Calm down, Satoru, we‘re sharing, remember?” Geto chuckles, and you‘re hovering over Gojo‘s leaking tip. Your back is against his chest, and Geto‘s standing up, and you watch him finally remove his shorts— your eyes stare at his bulge, black boxers, once he stripped his boxers off, he was as just as big as Gojo— so pretty, well trimmed, as well as a few specks of black raven hair near his base, and Geto unlike Gojo had a noticeable upward curve— his length showing, his inches were staggeringly intimidating for one.

You panted, reaching down to rub circles against your folds, nearly salivating at the thought of both of your roommates shoved inside your tight cunt. “I’m gonna take you both?”

“Yeah,” Gojo mutters behind your ear, bringing his hands up to your waist in a cocky tone. “Getting shy now?”

“No.” You grumbled, staring at Geto— he gave himself a few pumps into his hand before you watched Gojo start to lift you up— aligning yourself with his leaky tip. You moaned, the head of his dick just barely prodding at your slippery entrance.

“. . . Fuck— I‘m still sensitive t-though,” you huffed out, gazing at Geto and he smiles, knowing he was primarily the reason why from eating you out.

Geto hums, leaning in to give you another kiss before breaking away, you moan— feeling him rub his tip against your slit. “Aww, 'm sorry, pretty girl. You tasted really good, couldn‘t help but go all out.”

Gojo lets off a shaky breath, and you feel him start to slowly sink inside your cunt— you moan, gripping onto his thighs, and you constantly felt yourself throbbing— the stretch, it was just purely mind-boggling. “Fuck— me . . . this slutty pussy needs to be stretched by us so badddd—” Gojo mutters, softly panting and that‘s when Geto slips himself inside from the front as well.

“Mhm—” You whined, still pressed against Gojo‘s back, feeling them both slide themselves inside of you— so thick, it has your mouth watering, your pussy was just so— wet, squelching after each continuous second of the minute, your head goes back against Gojo‘s neck and you chew down on your lip, the stimulation just burying deep inside of you— as well as both of their lengthy shafts.

“You okay? This feel alright?” Geto hums, stroking your chin. “You’re taking us so well before we start, pretty girl.”

You nod— a tiny babbling moan leaving your lips. “Yeah, I‘m good— f-fuckkk, you guys are stretching me out—”

Gojo nibbles against your ear as you‘re in the reverse cowgirl position— taking both of them, and he smells so good, his strong cologne scent practically clouded up your mind and making you dizzy. “That‘s the point, silly girl,” Gojo mutters, and you gasp— feeling him lift up your left leg just a bit— Geto starts to thrust himself into you and you moan, bouncing on Gojo‘s lap while watching full in front of you of Geto driving his hips— he‘s got a nice slow starting pace, and you whimper, feeling Gojo‘s free hand start to play with your nipples, swirling his thumb against it before giving it a big squeeze.

You whined, “. . . T-Touch me more, Satoru—”

“Say pretty please,” Gojo utters, in a more rasped tone, holding up your right left thigh as Geto drilled into you— your mouth slightly opened, not even minutes later you were already fucked dumb, completely stupid. Geto‘s cock was so thick— you felt the curve expand within your walls and it was so good, enough to have your mouth watering, it was delicious— extremely so.

You whimpered. “P-Pretty please,”

“Without stuttering.” Gojo cackles, and you moan, eyebrows slightly furrowing once his hand reaches down towards your clit to spank it a few times— while you‘re taking both of them at the same time, you were practically just a doll by this point, being bounced around Gojo‘s lap— Geto‘s driving his hips into you at full speed, you couldn’t think straight— at all.

You moaned a long moan, Gojo still spanking your pussy as you‘re being double stuffed to the absolute peak, reaching down to wrap your shaky hands around his wrist as he‘s playing with between your legs— he‘s so mean, smacking your pretty folds, it’s so wet, it had his hand covered in your slick and he found it so hot, rubbing circles against you and you’re whining— babbling even, you couldn’t shut up, you were such a mess and incredibly noisy.

“Pretty please Satoru, touch me more,” you spoke in a soft voice— every now and then you‘d clench against them and they’d both produce off low moans and grunts, your cunt was just so addictive to them, they couldn‘t get enough.

“Satoru, don‘t be too mean. She’s doin' her best,” and he hums, speaking in a rough racing breath, pant after pant— his jaw tightens a bit. “Right, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yeah, Suguru,” You moaned— and Geto‘s mean strokes against your core shook you in all the right ways— you whined, feeling so stretched, the way his hips struck against you— with such intent to make you dumber than you already were, your eyes started to roll back— babbling cute moans. You focused your attention towards Gojo again, back laid against him, still gripping his waist before huffing out tiny short breaths. “Play with me, Satoruuu— please, touch me—”

Gojo grunts— being balls deep inside you as well before muttering, reaching a hand down towards your cunt. “. . . Okayyyy, fine,” and you moan, your legs starting to twitch from the stimulation— rubbing a rough hand of his against your pussy, it‘s so wet, the noise it makes is so lewd, just spitting things out it seems— and you whine, lips parting, eyebrows furrowing and you’re coming close again— so were they, yet you felt different. Gojo spanking and spanking your pussy while simultaneously rubbing circles against your folds didn‘t exactly help things. “Ooooh. You‘re so— wet. Gonna squirt for me, baby? That‘s why you wanted me to touch you so bad, huh? So I could spank this sloppy pussy and make you all filthy for me on my lap . . ?”

“. . . N—No,” you hissed softly, before feeling Geto‘s hand wrap around your neck softly, a firm yet good grip, and you stare up at him and he‘s got a soft yet smug grin on his lips. “S-Suguruuuu choke me harder.”

“You like it rough, yeah?” Geto grunts, and he does, you moaned, Gojo‘s still playing with your soaked pussy and you feel a coil snap within your tummy— you gasp, spasming everywhere before you squirt vigorously, all over Gojo‘s lap— your legs were sprawled open and you were so vocal, probably the best orgasm you had in a long time.

You shake— trembling, feeling Geto‘s hips slow down before he groans, and within seconds later, he grabs onto your thigh— strings of his thick velvety ropes of seed spurting inside of you, slowly but surely— it was so . . . sticky, if you didn‘t feel full— you sure did now.

“. . . F-Fuckkk,” you sniffled— watching Geto pull out, glancing down at your sloppy cunt dripping with his seed, he came in you so much— it left a trail down your thighs, you bit your lip, just imaging how much he pumped into you just now, it made your mouth water.

“Good fuckin' girl,” Geto praises in a low husky tone, leaning in to give you a kiss— and right when you were about to kiss back, Gojo moans loudly— well, it‘s more of a scream, really, a girly scream.

Suddenly, the filthy salacious mood was ruined by no one other than Gojo. Geto stares at him with a scrunched-up face and suddenly, you’re pushed off— he‘s sliding out of you and you land flat onto the cushion with a soft oof sound.

“. . Ow? Satoru, what the fuck?” You grumbled, sitting up to stare at him.

“Crampcrampcramp—holy shit— I think you broke my fucking—” he stammers, and his eyebrows come together— his face is flustered, tips of his ears feeling hot and he‘s genuinely curled up into a ball now— a long “fuuuuuuuuuck.” leaving his lips.

Geto huffs out a grunt. “. . . Drama queen.”

You look down at Gojo in pure “pain,” poking his side before mumbling, preventing yourself from trying to crack a smile. “Are you- okay, Sato—”

“No—I‘m not fucking okay! I think you broke my dick!” He says all in one breath, his tone offended as he stares up at you— hugging his knees. “This is what I get for— fucking with you two. I . . I need to go to the hospital— I think I need to see a whatever-you-call-it that— that fixes these type of things.”

“Satoru, it’s just a cramp, you’ll be fine.” Geto sighs, bringing a hand to his face.

Gojo groans in pain. “. . F-Fuck I don‘t think I can walk now—,” and then he glares at you, spotting the smug grin on your face. “This is your fault,” and you realize Gojo’s staring at your pussy instead of your face as he spoke. You roll your eyes, crawling on top of his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek and his face burns up before he starts whining a bit, catching his breath— feeling you slide a hand up his abs, just to tease. “You . . You guys are the worst . . n-never again—”

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