"HOW MUCH CAN YOU TAKE?" T. Fushiguro & S. Kong.

"HOW MUCH CAN YOU TAKE?" t. fushiguro & s. kong.

toji fushiguro x bimbo! fem reader x shiu kong.

cw: black coded reader (anyone can read!), threesome (obvi!), double penetration, toji and shiu bullying you, throat fucking, pet names [little girl, sweetheart, sweet girl, babydoll/doll.] degradation, praising, cunnilings, fingering, dumbification, dirty talking. reader being squished together by two big beefy men :o.

note: yeah... this was very much needed. that's all I need to say. wc; 1k!

"Fuck, Shiu—smack her awake some more." Toji let out an exasperated sigh, his patience wearing thin. Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, you were proving to be quite a challenge for him.

Shiu responded with a disapproving click of his tongue, gently cradling your face in his calloused hands. His touch was unexpectedly comforting, like the embrace of a soft, warm blanket, despite his rough exterior. "Come back down, sweetheart. Yeaaah, that's it. Quit leaving us, hm? Makin' me feel unwanted."

On the surface, Shiu presented himself as a well-mannered individual, but the harsh, cold truth is that he's nothing but a smooth-talking, charmer with a facade of sincerity—using his words to deceive and manipulate. In fact, his true nature seemed to rival, if not surpass, that of Toji's.

"Open back up." Toji's voice was low and raspy, his irritation clear in his tone. His hand wrapped around the base of his flushed cock, patting the fat mushroom tip onto your plump lips, drops of pre-cum trailing down the sides. You barely had time to react, the tip already being shoved into your mouth, and a deep groan elicited from Toji's lips.

"Mmm, c'mon, sweet girl. You can take it deeper, cant ya'?"

Toji's girth was so thick, and the stretch had your jaw aching when he finally bottomed out, your throat constricting around him as you gagged violently. "Aww, you poor thing." He mockingly spat out, his hips retracting back slightly, although seconds later he was back down your throat, hips stilled.

On the other hand, Shiu kept himself busy with your sweet cunt. Tongue hungrily lapping at your folds like a starved man, nimble digits dancing circles around your puffy clit.

"Be polite, Fushiguro. She is our special guest after all, aren’t ya’ doll?"

Toji emitted a frustrated grunt, his eyes narrowing while he focused all of his attention on fucking your warm, wet, mouth full. His hands roughly groping and massaging your breasts, occasionally pinching your swollen nipples.

"I’m not polite to dumb little girls, Shiu."

Shiu chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement, as he listened to Toji’s sharp words. "Ah, I suppose you're right," He replied. A playful grin on his lips while sinking his two middle fingers deep into your cunt.

As your eyes shot open, a muffled moan escaped your lips, and your thighs instinctively twitched, attempting to close. "Keep 'em open, girl. Don't make me upset," Shiu tutted, lightly tapping your inner thigh to emphasize his command.

"Open up f’me, yeah?" Shiu cooed sweetly, his fingers quickening their pace and his thumb stimulating your clit simultaneously.

Toji’s coarse hand wrapped tautly around your throat, his eyes clouded over with lust whenever he felt your throat bulge underneath his palm.

"Shiu." Toji growled out, "Hurry up, will ya’? This girl needs to be filled full."

"Patience Fushiguro, Patience. We’ll be fucking her open sooner than you think." Shiu's voice resonated with firmness, and a soft sigh trailed behind as the words lingered in the air.

Toji made a disapproving sound, a quick ‘tch’ escaping his lips in response to the situation.

"Fuck that. She’s ready now. Right, sweetheart?" With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he flashed a smug grin your way, finally granting you a moment to catch your breath.

"uh— uh huh-!" You sounded absolutely wrecked, so needy and desperate to be fucked.

Toji was pleased by your response. lips curling up into a contented smile, and a soft, gratified hum escaped his throat.

"See that Shiu? Told ya’ are sweet girl was ready."

Amusement danced in Shiu's eyes as he emitted a deep, resonant chuckle, fingers still pumping in and out of your sopping cunt. "Guess she is, huh? Well, alright then."

"Let’s get to work."

—

Toji was laid down on his back, letting out a low, guttural grunt—his abs flexing whenever your drooling cunt contracted around him.

Shiu groaned as he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt. Rough hands grabbing and spreading your ass apart, curious eyes watching your hole pulsate around his cock.

You were stuck between them, right in the middle. Two pairs of muscular arms wrapped firmly around you. There was no escaping them.

"Fuck babydoll, you’re fuckin’ killn’ me." Shiu moaned out, calloused hands holding your hips steady.

"O—Oh! hhhngh—S-Shiu!" your jaw dropped, and your body was already falling limp from the feeling of your holes being stuffed to the brim.

Toji’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, abruptly bucking his hips upwards into your pussy, causing your body to jolt forward from the suddenness.

"I’m here too, ya’ know? Don’t give that bastard all the attention, little girl."

"I—m, fuck-! I’m s-sorry, Toji! Please just—need more, p—please!" Your desperate plea echoed through the room, your voice trembling as you spoke.

"Yeah? Gonna be good for us ‘n take everything we have ta’ give, sweet thing?"

Your pouty lips squealed out a gentle 'Yes!', Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt completely overwhelmed, the intensity of the stretch becoming almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, baby." Toji’s growl was primal, erupting from deep within his core.

"Look at you. You're really enjoying this, mm? You enjoy havin’ two cocks fuckin’ you?" Shiu couldn't contain his excitement as he enthusiastically joined in, his hips mirroring Toji's movements with uncanny synchronicity.

They worked together flawlessly, their actions flowing in perfect tandem.

"Oh—hnnn! my g-god! s’too—fuck!"

Shiu's hand connected with the globes of your ass, delivering a sharp and swift slap. The force behind the action was evident, revealing his clear annoyance through the sharpness of the gesture.

"God, you’re so damn whiny. All this crying for what, huh? You wanted this, right? Prettily begged us for it ‘n everything, doll. So Take It."

" ‘M s—orry, sorry—!" Amidst your uncontrollable sobs, you struggled to catch your breath, tears streaming down your face—blinking your tear-coated eyelashes, desperately trying to clear your blurred vision.

"Oh, you’re sorry?" A throaty chuckle escaped Toji's lips, and his eyes filled with delight as he gazed at you. His expression was captivating, as his eyes held a hint of mischief, partially veiled by their low-lidded allure.

"You’re pathetic. Such a hopeless little thing. Ain’t she, Shiu?"

Amused chuckles, laden with a hint of mockery, resonated throughout the room as both parties playfully teased you.

"Got that right, Fushiguro. Our poor, stupid, little girl who can’t do anything right. Just look at her."

Listening to the two men talk, you were consumed by an overwhelming sense of bliss. Everything felt too intense, rendering your body temporarily unable to respond except for soft, helpless whimpers escaping your lips.

"See that? Dumb ‘lil self can’t even talk back to us now."

Toji let out a soft, disapproving tsk, his disappointment evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. With a gentle but firm touch, he cupped your cheeks, searching your eyes for a response that you struggled to find.

"Give the poor girl a break, we’re already breaking that empty little head of hers."

Shiu’s voice flowed like sweet honey as he purred down at you, his hands caressing the sides of your waist, pulling you in closer.

"C'mon, sweetheart, fuck back onto my cock." Shiu’s deep groan reverberated through the room as he landed a firm slap on your ass, igniting a tingling sensation that sent shivers through your body.

You mindlessly began moving your hips against Shiu, your hips flush against him, all while bouncing up and down on Toji—chasing after pure euphoria with each roll of your hips.

"Yeah—f-fuck yeah. That’s it, sweetheart, keep doin’ that."

They talked you through it with raspy voices that enveloped your senses, guiding you with every word as blotches of white began to cloud your vision, your surroundings fading into a blur.

"Fuckkkk, she’s tightening up."

Toji's breathy laughter filled the room as his nails dug deep, creating crescent moons on your skin—an electrifying moment of pleasure and pain.

"That’s it babydoll, right there? Ya’ gonna make a mess all over us?" Shiu emitted a low, velvety purr, his eyes fixated on where you two met, his fascination evident in the intensity of his gaze.

"Hhnghh—gonna! ‘m gonna fu—ucking cummmm!"

With a sudden jolt, an electrifying surge ran through your entire being, causing your body to shudder uncontrollably—in that moment, your mind turning into mush.

You felt hands roaming all over your sensitive body—their touch felt like scorching lava, igniting every nerve in your body with an alluring inferno of pleasure. Toji's hands were finding their way up to your throat, giving you a firm squeeze; meanwhile, Shiu’s hands were occupied with your tits, grabbing a handful.

"Come on then, cum for us."

©dollifiedkiss! :3

basically a more beautiful man doesn’t exist and u can’t convince me otherwise

悟;

a/n: a repost from my old blog ♡ / contains one sex joke / 0.9k

“satoru, come to bed, it’s late,” yawning, you pat the space beside you. he’s doing his nightly skincare routine, patting his face gently with the retinol serum he just bought.

“ya sure you don't want to try it out?” gojo offers out the dropper, a hairband cutely pushed up to prevent his bangs from interfering.

“i don’t like slimey stuff on my face.” and you cringe, realising your mistake too late.

“and yet you give me your face to cu—”

“shut the fuck up,” you severely miss him, pillow landing on the floor beside him. he didn’t even bother to activate his technique, laughing out loud at your failed attempt.

gojo never did switch it on when he was with you. not when he decided that he'd give his all to you, not even he asked you to move in with him on a desperate full of nightmares, not when you first said i love you.

gojo satoru was soft around you, a sight that many would like to see yet only disclosing it to you. the you who got him falling when you’d hang out with his students, giving as much pointers as you could on cursed energy. that was when he decided, he's sure. but again, there were countless other times where gojo recalls falling deeper and deeper in love with you. he smiles at that, capping the skin care bottle before quite literally jumping onto the bed.

“argh... satoru, what the hell? you’re heavy!” his weight was crushing you, emphasised more when he leans down to plant kisses on your features. the feigned anger turns to giggling and shielding hands which he easily seizes between his fingers.

“s-stop! ’toru!” your smile is like the first few hues of dusk. it makes him feel all warm and mushy inside, something the strongest normally wouldn’t have the luxury of feeling. satoru says, fuck it, because even i deserve love, even i deserve to be held. he repeats those words you said to him the first time he broke down in front of you, and he does it all the time, now.

gojo is brought back to reality when you cup his cheeks gently, not minding the slimey stuff as you caress his skin. your hands accommodate his smile, cheeks filling up with how he’s grinning down at you and you feel dizzy with the immense love you have for him.

“you’re insanely beautiful, satoru,” you say it like it wouldn’t boost his ego, but you can't care much when that much is true, noticing how much his hair resembles starlight and how his azure eyes catch the moonlight so perfectly.

gojo could say the same about you.

he sucks in a breath when he hears the compliment, the familiar cocky smirk and corny line lingering on his lips — he figured it's just different when the words come from you.

“say it again.”

“hm? you're beautiful, terribly b—” your mouth parts in surprise when the other lowers himself to your side, which prompts you to lie on your lone shoulder.

“no, my love, i meant my name.” gojo pulls you closer, lighting your skin with flames.

“oh! okay! uhm, sa— toru?” you giggle, the name falling weirdly from your lips now that you were demanded to say it. you try again, “satoru.”

your lover smiles, scooting closer, “again.”

“satoru.” the syllables leaving your lips makes him feel dizzy and giddy. while he enjoys being told his voice sounds like silk and syrup, he finds that it fits you better, bringing his face to rest only inches from yours.

“again.”

“satoru,” you whisper, a shy smile overtaking your lips. soon, they're captured by gojo’s, moving tenderly against yours. you’re certain you see the sky painted in many different colours before your eyes close, the mere thought of gojo sending you reeling and cheeks flushing.

gojo’s kisses are slow tonight, savouring every part of your mouth before he slips his tongue in, entwining with yours as he continues to make you fall harder. it works. breathlessly, you smile into to kiss to hopefully get a bit of air, feeling the reply of a grin on your lips when his irises open up to look at yours.

“love you.” you murmur, ghosting along his lips before he smashes his lips against yours again, albeit clumsily that you two let out collective laughs.

people only ever call him gojo satoru, the strongest. he's never found much identity, always a pawn for the higher-ups to play with, but when sa-to-ru falls from your lips? god, he can compare it to being caught in cupid’s arms. you give meaning to his name — satoru, satoru, satoru, you whisper, knowing that it meant enlighten, and he's certain that's all you do whenever you're around.

you’re always lighting up his life, always loving him with no restraint.

“angel?” gojo whispers in between kisses. you respond sleepily, tracing incoherent patterns along his chest. the words are caught in his throat when you fingers go over the 悟 of his name, three syllables packaged into a single character. he didn’t expect you to remember, but it breathes some life back into him when you do it over his heart. he can't remember the last time he let someone trace his name so intimately.

“your first name is beautiful, satoru, just like you,” you peck his lips. “now rest, you have a long day tomorrow.”

“i love you too,” the other replies a little late. his heart clenches up at the sight of you, caged and safe in his arms that he isn’t sure what to do with his hands. “i love you. i love you. i love you so much.”

with one last lingering kiss, you both succumb to slumber in peace, with gojo satoru’s first name in the palm of your hand, and his last name aching to take its place in front of your own.

the coolest kids on the block

“DO NOT INTERRUPT.”

༄ sypnosis. toji has bought you to his apartment for a quickie before he has to take on another job. toji’s agent, shiu, seems to interrupt the moment at the wrong time.

༄ note. listen i need them both in me okay.. don’t blame me f this .ehemmm, enjoy. this post contains smut. proceed at your own risk. part 2 here.

༄ tags. dom!toji x female reader. daddy kink, breast play, (implied) threesome, voyeurism, free use, dumbificiation, objectification, belly bulging, p in v — unprotected, you r not in a romantic relationship in this, toji is arrogant and a player ig, reader gets called ‘little girl, pretty, doll, sweet thing’

“toji. we don’t have all day.”

a muffled, male voice echoes through the hallway of toji’s apartment. it was a voice which toji had grown to dislike; especially due to the fact that it has interrupted many intimate moments he had with his women.

an example of such moments being now. toji had invited you over for a quickie before he had to leave to take care of a bounty he accepted. he needed to relieve his stress somehow (especially due to the constant nagging from his agent).

“tsk,” toji grumbles a few incoherent curses under his breath as he continues to drill his cock into your cunt, “can’t ya let me enjoy my woman properly for once?”

“ah, fuck, yeah—take it.” the assassin grunts, this time to you as he forces your thighs further apart; an attempt to bully his swollen tip as far as it could reach.

you hadn’t even noticed the other manly voice which didn’t belong to toji, nor had you realised that the owner of that voice slowly started to come closer to the living room. you were too lost in the pleasure you were getting as the man on top of you rubbed a calloused finger over your clit.

the heavy footsteps of toji’s agent tapping against the wooden floor increased in frequency until they eventually stopped at the door; shiu leaned against the frame, one hand in his pocket while the other held a cigarette to his lips.

“that a new one?” shiu asks as he nods his head at you, who was clearly too busy to even notice his presence in the room.

shiu’s eyes shamelessly wandered across your naked body. as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud, the erotic sight was making him forget about the job the two were supposed to get done by the evening.

his lazy gaze was focused on the way your cunt swallowed toji’s dick, your tits that bounced with every thrust and your glossy lips that babbled mindless words.

“yeah—shit, look at her, takin’ my cock so well.” toji eventually answers in a low groan, his grip on the back of your thighs tightening as to not give you the chance to escape, “gonna need to keep her ‘round so i can use her whenever.”

your blurry vision made it hard for you to see anything but toji clearly. your hands were desperately clinging onto his biceps which tensed each time you held or caressed them in the slightest.

your eyes slowly wandered from toji to the figure standing in the doorway. you couldn’t make out who it was.

“eyes on me, little girl.” toji scoffs, one hand coming up to forcefully turn your jaw so he’d be able to look into your teary eyes, “that’s it—lemme see those pretty eyes of y’rs as i fuck you, yeah?”

multiple whimpers reverberated throughout the living room as your poor body was pushed back on the couch due to toji’s massive weight leaning on top of yours. you could see the way the scarred corner of his lips curled into a smirk, completely enjoying the taste and view of your body.

“just like that, pretty. mhm, look at me.”

as toji continues to stretch out your little cunt—entirely ignoring his agent watching the two of you as always—shiu takes a long drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out.

as much as shiu wanted to deny that the sight had turned him on, the slight twitch in his pants said otherwise. the agent keeps his eyes on your body; shiu’d seen toji bring in many women before, however you and your high pitched moans that filled the air were too addictive. hypnotising almost.

though, shiu knew that at least one person in the room needed to stay rational. toji was obviously thinking with his dick and not his head at the moment.

“come on. time’s tick—” before shiu could finish his sentence, toji had already started to talk instead.

“shhh,” toji shushes his agent in slight annoyance, wanting nothing more than to enjoy you without having someone interrupting, “if ya ain’t gonna join, might as well shut it.”

that latter made shiu freeze in place a little, glancing from you to toji and back. shiu quickly clears his throat, rolling his eyes at the words uttered to him.

he takes a quick drag from his cigarette again, letting the ashes scatter on the floor. “i’d have to decline that offer.”

toji grins from ear to ear—eyes still focused on the way your body was quivering underneath him. his thick hand presses on your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of his dick on his palm.

“yeah? ‘re ya sure?” toji hums, finally averting his gaze from your curves to look at his agent. toji immediately knew that shiu was holding himself back, trying to play the ‘professional’ part.

a low, mocking scoff leaves toji’s lips before he looks back at you; slamming his hips against yours even harder, his heavy balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with each pump.

“i’m sure this sweet thing won’t mind being shared,” he adds, voice so sultry that it would be enough to put you in a trance, “right, doll?”

the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning and whimpering. you tried to answer him, however you cut yourself off once you felt toji flick his tongue over your nipple.

“mmh ! aah— nhh, t-toji, toji!” you repeated his name in such a sinful manner that made toji let out an arrogant laugh; he’s never failed even once to reduce the women he slept with to mindless toys who only know how to scream out his name.

“aww, can’t talk now, can ya?” toji snickers, “let daddy do the talking for ya, ‘kay? no need to have my little girl overstimulate herself.”

you nod at his words without second thoughts, drooling over yourself as your legs trembled from literally being pounded into the soft couch.

toji turns to his agent again, keeping the fast and quick tempo, the wet sounds of your own fluids mixing with his almost driving him to the edge. the loud sounds of his thrusts were impossible to ignore as well.

“i’m givin’ ya a nice opportunity here,” toji starts, swearing under his breath as he felt you tighten up around him once he hit that sweet spot inside of you.

“i ain’t the type to share my women, y’know? better make up y’r mind quick before ‘m done with her.”

shiu’s gaze flickers from your spent body to toji and then he sighs deeply. he flicks his cigarette to the side after thinking it through.

he doesn’t have much time to meet women any way. he might as well take the generous chance that was given to him.

shiu walks up to the two of you on the couch, his veiny hand already loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“fine, but we have ten minutes.”

“babe. baaaabe. babe!”

“what, satoru?” you ask sharply, looking up from your laptop to where your boyfriend has spread himself across your couch, his legs in shoko’s lap. 

he lifts his shades to look at you. “was i your first crush?”

“yes,” you answer quickly.

you immediately return to the report you’re writing, missing the face shoko makes before she says, “that’s not true.” 

“ieiri,” you whisper harshly, but it’s too late. your boyfriend’s already jumped off the couch to lean his palms against your desk. 

“what? i wasn’t your first?!”

“you were,” you insist, glaring at your friend. “shoko is clearly misremembering things.”

“am i though?”

“you know what, it’s fine,” gojo sighs, slipping his shades back on and rolling the sleeve of his t-shirt up so he can flex. “obviously i’m way cooler than whatever lame schmuck high school you was crushing on.”

behind him, shoko’s scoff is the final nail in your coffin. “nanami is way cooler than you ever were.”

you slap your forehead, bracing yourself for gojo’s inevitable overreaction. 

but he doesn’t get the chance, interrupted by a light knock against your doorframe from, you guessed it, nanami kento.

“yaga said you wanted to see me?”

cue overreaction.

“you had a crush on— on him?” 

nanami swats gojo’s finger away from his cheek. 

“oh my god,” your boyfriend breathes, currently experiencing a quarterlife crisis. “you liked this emo nemo?”

nanami ignores him, sending you a questioning look. “he doesn’t know?”

“what is it now?” satoru asks, slumping back into the couch. “did you guys go on a date or something?” 

your lack of answer is enough for him to let his head fall back rather dramatically. 

“can you blame her?” shoko asks. “he was sexy back then. in an edgy, mysterious kind of way. meanwhile, you were like…if a string bean made love to a cauliflower.” 

even gojo doesn’t have a witty retort prepared for that. 

you decide to clear this up once and for all. “it wasn’t just about looks. you were busy after— after riko. you didn’t have time for a relationship or…for me. you wanted to get stronger and i didn’t want to get in your way.”

“you wouldn’t have been—”

“i would have.” you shrug. because you know him, and you know what he was like. “and that’s okay because we were still kids, satoru. and it was only one date! no need to get so torn up about it!”

_____

“what is this?” you ask later that night, when you find satoru hauling a huge box into your apartment.

“it’s a bowflex!” gojo explains proudly, patting the unopened box. “shoko said that i was built like a string bean, so i’m gonna buff up like nanami! and when megumi moves out next year, i’m gonna turn his room into a gym.”

you lean in the doorway, amused. nanami also has a home gym. “is that why you’re also wearing a suit and tie instead of your usual uniform?”

he does a show spin, letting you take it all in. you don’t even want to know how much it must have cost. “do you like it?” 

“you do look very handsome.” 

“i know,” he winks, cocky as ever. “now watch this.”

he brushes a few strands of hair over his eyes, lowering his voice a few octaves as he says, “taxes. office work. satoru, i respect you so much!”

you walk up to him, brushing the hair back to press a kiss to his forehead. “nanami would never say that last thing, but i do like the effort.” 

he loops his arms around your waist, returning the kiss and murmuring against your skin, “did it turn you on though? maybe i should get an office job—”

“satoru,” you whine, resting your forehead against his chest. “it was just a short-lived crush. and it was forever ago! i’m pretty sure you’ve had crushes that weren’t me.”

“nope,” he hums, resting his chin atop your head. “all i’ve ever wanted is you. all i’ve ever needed…is you.”