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MDNI 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ toji definitely loves to eat ass. no i will not debate on this. m.list
a/n: sorry taglist yall gon be reading about some ass eating today... forgive me
he'd have those large hands spreading your cheeks wide, bruises blossoming under the rough pads of his fingers as he spits a long string of saliva directly onto your puckering hole.
he'd love how much it made you squirm, clawing at the sheets as you try to crawl away, smacking your ass and watching the skin ripple— the heat of the smack making tears well in your eyes.
"c'mon doll, just tryin' to eat my favorite meal. don't be a brat and go runnin' away from me now.”
he'd spit another thick glob directly onto the curve of your back, smacking your ass again before finally dipping his head down.
long wet tongue teasing your ass, spitting onto your hole again as he laps languid circles around it.
and you'd beg, beg for him to stop, your cheeks burning at the sheer humiliation— but you secretly loved it.
"cryin' f'me while i eat this pretty little ass, actin' like you hate it— but your cunt's drooling all over the bed."
he'd laugh against your hole as it pulses, jiggling your cheeks as he dips his tongue in ever so slightly, making you gasp and both of your holes clench.
then when he's really got you goin', he'd bring two thick fingers to plunge into your tight cunt, curling as he hits that spongy spot, silky walls fluttering around them.
he'd remove his fingers, a long lewd web of your slick dripping down onto his hand.
"tch, look at ya', pretty pussy's drippin down my hand."
he'd murmur, tongue still dipping in and out of your ass as he brings his slick covered fingers to wipe along the curve of your back, mixing it with his spit.
"fuckin' messy, aren't ya brat?"
the thick digits plunging back into your sopping cunt, bringing you right to the edge with his fingers, walls clenching and pulsing as you cry out, "y-yes, right there!"
but then he'd remove them completely, smacking your ass with your arousal still coating his fingers, his tongue doubling it's efforts as he licks along your back hole.
"f-fuck!" you cry out, unable to stop your orgasm, cunt gushing down your thighs as he finally pulls back, but not before giving your poor puckered hole a sweet kiss.
"heh— would you look at that. just came from me eatin' your ass. you're fuckin' filthy, doll."
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repost from my old account sytorusdoll
pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.
pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.
pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.
pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.
pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.
Synopsis. The two things they don’t tell you about a hot emo half-curse? 1. He’s in heat. 2 He needs you badly.
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, slight omégaverse, HEATS, roommates-to-Iovers, he goes FÉRAL, matíng presses, size kínk, knots, he’s huge, squírting, dúmbifícation, Choso with piercings n’ tattoos, pheromones, use of jujutsu, MARATHONS, creampíes, cúmplay, matíng marks, stopping you from running, proposals, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 7.6k
A/N. She’s BACK and she wrote this during a power cut ummm?
“Choso, are you in there?”
You’re nervously gnawing on the inside of your cheek, feet shuffling as you wait outside of your strange new roommate’s bedroom.
Summer.
And the scorched air outside wasn’t the only thing that was sizzling, it felt like your skin was pricked with countless goosebumps at the temperature inside of your cozy lil’ apartment. Each heady wave of heat originating from his room.
Half-wondering whether you should call his pink-haired little brother for assistance, your fingers rap once more on the firmly shut mahogany door. Calling out, “I’m coming in, okay?”
There’s a noise from inside- a gasp.
And then something that sounded like a low, guttural…moan at the very sound of your voice. The humidity only rising. Brows furrowing, warmth creeping, you just barely start turning that doorknob open—“Choso, what is-”
Oh.
.
.
.
Seventy-four days.
Seventy-four days since Choso had started rooming with you, thanks to your associates higher up at Jujutsu High. And seventy four days since he’d wanted to tear off your tiny sleep shorts and wrench your pretty legs apart to stuff you all full of his-
Fuck.
And just like that, he’d been hit with his annual heat cycle on the hottest day of the month.
All part of being half a curse, he grouches.
Maybe it was the paper-thin t-shirt you’d been wearing this morning, maybe it was just how you’d batted your lashes as you greeted him in the hallway.
Maybe it was the way all he had to do was fucking stand next to you to smell how sweet that pussy of yours was, throbbing away between your thighs. Thump! Thump! Thump!
But here he was- one step inside of his sweltering bedroom, only a single inch that you’re toeing past the door frame, and he’s bolted out of the bed to slam against you. Heaving chest to chest, back to wall.
Mouth crashing-
You don’t know what burns more - the push of his toned, rippling flesh radiating pure heat, crushing against you, or his lips. Choso grabs you, Adam’s apple bobbing dryly as he damn near sobs at the contact of your spit-glossed lips.
“Ch-Choooso–!” You’re squealing, kissing back in earnest. Your rationality only a faint inkling now, “What’s gotten- hah! into y- fuck!”
Before you know it, he’s fisted his shaking, prolonged fingers into your shirt to rip the fabric down the middle-
Gasping, your knees knock together weakly once he sticks a clammy palm to the valley between your tits and tears up. Your wetly ajar maw breaking away from his own with a sultry dampened noise, followed almost instantly by a strained whine as Choso registers the feeling of his attack on your mouth dwindling.
Just about the only thing he could be struck with right now.
CRASH!
One of his big, beefy forearms slams on the patch of wall above you, flecks of plaster snowing down at his sheer inhuman strength. “Stay…” And his other arm greedily claws at your throat, jolting at the sound of your oh-so-cute gasp as if your voice made something deep n’ dark down inside him twitch. “-away.”
And you might not have known him the longest, but Choso Kamo never sounded so rough. So…gone.
Rugged and husky.
He’s peering down at you through his towering height with semi-widened hazel eyes like he couldn’t dare look away and oh-
Oh, Choso looked ruined.
You’re gazing up at him for the first time now - really, really gazing up at him - in all his desperate, clammy glory. Heat sticking to him like a second skin. Mouth parted. Throat parched.
His expression was almost dazed, still drinking in the sight of you as if he was just seeing a phantom walk into his bedroom.
Choso’s skin was simmering with a blush that made him look feverish, the cracks between his bangs the only thing revealing his dark, half-lidded stare. He’d hounded you like a predator closing in on his prey.
Ready to pounce.
And you gulp, squirming at the scraping itch of his pointed nails. The pads of his fingers plant pressure on your airway as if he didn’t want you to even speak, couldn’t handle it. “Wanna stay, Cho–”
Ah, that did it.
Choso had been shivering- shuddering viscerally as he loomed above you, fawny lashes fluttering like he was holding himself painfully back. Away - only to snap the very second his nickname stumbles out of your beautiful, beautiful mouth so that he has to shut you up before you cause any more damage to his sanity.
Whimpering, the bite of his extra-honed canines makes your lips sting. “Oh- ngh, slow down-”
“Can’t.”
His voice cracks.
“F-fuck…” Just the sound of his lilted, crazed bass is enough for your thighs to clamp yearningly together. Chasing just the slightest friction, he sounded so sensual that it made your pussy so-
“Oh.”
This time, it’s Choso who’s breaking off the lurid kiss with a sticky mwah! The syrup of your saliva gluing to his rosy, puckered lips when he lurches his head downwards and sniffs.
Right between your legs.
It’s as if he could sense something you couldn’t, jaw slowly unhinging further open the wetter you became. Until your inner thighs were sheened with a splotchy puddle of your slick and Choso was drooling.
“Oh.” He’s repeating, like a broken record. It’s just then at the air grows murky, as if your roommate had suddenly emptied out your most favorite syrupy bodyspray then and there. Body twitching, “Oh.”
And before you could blink away the haze in your eyes and say something about the glittery sprinkle of spittle travelling down the side of his mouth, Choso’s powerful knees hit the floor with a booming bang!
If he could feel any pain then he doesn’t show it, can’t even manage to twist his expression into anything but a look of utter fucking hunger. Rabid at the mouth.
“O-oh my god are you…” You had half the mind to push his face back and ask whether he was okay- but the harrowed look in Choso’s peripheries stopped you. He needed this. And he needed this now.
He looked just as surprised as you, almost as if he was in disbelief at the way his trembling fingers were digging into your flimsy skirt. The battle-worn calluses of his fingertips slicing through the cute satin cloth like it was butter, Choso barely even hesitates a second to breathe before he’s stuffing his face into your sopping, clothed pussy.
Nose-deep, and Choso cups the cheeks of your ass to push himself even deeper.
Lips meeting puffy, achin’ lips.
“H-nghhh—” Dribbles from your mouth stain your lips all dewy wet, and you can’t do anything but sift your fingers through Choso’s auburn locks and pull-
“Don’t.”
You watch in awe when he’s surging forwards to crush the tip-top of his straight nosebridge into the slope of your pussy. Rubbing lightly against that cute lil’ bow decorating the hemline of your panties, “But you can’t even breathe like that-”
“Don’t.” Comes out his growling warning again. Before Choso’s taking a final deep inhale of your saccharine sweetness- fuck, your tight cunt just smelled so sweet that he can feel his cock jolting already. Gulping back a bucketload of ravenous spit, “Don’t.” He doesn’t have to breathe.
Tone hitched. Tastebuds parched. It’s the last thing that he’s muttering—“Starved…”
Before Choso crushes the underside of his tongue past your sodden panties and tastes you- just a singular drop of your syrupy sweet slick, a singular ounce, and you think you may have broken him.
Because his broad back stills, dark eyes widening. And you’re just about to wrench your mouth open in question before he’s back flopping his tongue past your underwear.
Caressing your swollen pussylips with his pointed tip in a French kiss, Choso swats your stupid lil’ panties aside - why did you even need those - to drink you in. To sluuuurp up every given droplet of your dewy wet juices like he was a man starved.
And his eyes were still widened, damn near bulging out of his poor sockets once he’s tilting his head sexily to the side n’ flicking your sloppy entrance.
Grunting at the slight friction of your cotton panties, “Puh-pussy.” His husky utterance makes your thighs clench- something that Choso can not fucking bear because he’s pushing himself even deeper. Further. “Pussy.”
“Sh-shit–” You’d have easily collapsed onto his bedroom floor if it wasn’t for the way that one of his roughened palms was cupping your ass to hold you up. Supporting your weight like a feather. “Choso my…my panties.”
And it was true- oh, he didn’t give a fuck about those.
Letting them skid over his jaw, Choso’s just barely blinking his glassy eyes down at the now-transparent piece of cloth covering your pussymound like he’d just realized that was still there.
Sounding out your cute shriek, “P-panties…” Even if he wanted to, it was such torture to even think about pulling away. Still lugging his tastebuds down the glittering crevice of your slit, one of his indexes creeps forward to tease the elastic of your underwear and let it spring back with a resounding snap!
“Hey- rude-”
Barely even letting the syllables escape your mouth, Choso’s lips curl into a feral smirk whilst he nibbles down on the edge of your panties and rip-rip-riiiiips!
All with his canines.
He’s undressing you like he was unwrapping his next meal - on his knees, eyes boring up at you and- shit. Shit shit shit- it’s just then that you’re hit with the thought that you might not even make it out of this alive.
Because within a singular bat of your lashes, Choso’s bolting up with your pliable body in tow, pushing you onto the nearby bed, throwing your legs wiiide open.
So fast you wonder whether he’d lost control of his powers and somehow teleported - you wouldn’t be surprised.
Yelping, “Oh- what- oh my nghh- Choso!”
“Your p-pussy.” He’s keening out, dark brows scrunching with aching need whilst you’re barely done bouncing on the bed before he’s smearing your pussylips apart and taking a gooood long look at you.
Hypnotic, the plump ends of his lips hover oh-so-close near your slippery slit. And you wonder whether he’s trying to drive you mad by trawling that horizontal shape of his nose tattoo across the top of your cunt. Panting, “My baby’s pussy.”
The fringe of Choso’s rovering tongue is so fat, stuffed thickly between your folds so that it felt like your hole was being stretched to the maximum. A low whimper breaks at the back of his throat when he’s feeling the resistance, snarling—“Inside. Need- inside.”
“B-but—” And that primal shrill of yours turns into a sob once Choso’s only keepin’ your thighs pushed further apart. The mountains of his palm bruising five straight lines of his fingers as he gropes on.
“No- no.” Striking the curve of his chin against your pussy, when Choso was in heat - he was thirsty. Nipping your outer cunt with the edges of his fangs, “Let me. Let me let me let me- oh.”
Push after push, his half-closed eyes are so blurry with lust that your cursed roommate is acting on pure, animalistic instinct. Gnawing on the left of your bloated labia like a gum before he draaaags it backwards and plunges his tongue in deeper.
Choso takes one look at the way your glistening hole was all wet n’ clamping down over nothing before he can’t help but hold your folds open whilst he fills you up stupid. “Wet…so…”
He can’t even finish his sentences - his thoughts, just that drunk on your treacly pussy.
Wailing, “Slow down, Cho–!” You’re nearly choking on the heady wave of pheromones that gust from down below just at that simple nickname. Tugging on his clammy bangs, “Y-you’re gonna–”
“Don’t care.” He’s groaning out a throaty answer, each syllable punctured with a lick of his textured tongue past your entrance like he didn’t even realize he was talking. “Don’t care. Don’t need to- breathe. Just need…”
And the next thing you hear is the wettest, rawest squeeeelch! emanating into the tense air once Choso snakes his right hand upwards to pluck a ringed finger between your lips.
He hisses, fighting with himself for possessive reign over whose lapping up more of your sleek juices. Cheeks hollowed, he’s latching onto your clit and playfully biting as the slimy crown of his digit rovers inside.
And the stretch- oh, the fucking stretch had your pupils whirling dizzily inside the whites of your eyes.
“Sh-shit- w-were your hands always this ngh- big?”
Because, really, Choso’s hunched-over back only seemed to flex bigger the more he’s tasting you. His fingers longer, pearly whites sharper. Eyes gleaming–
“Big?” Choso breathes from below you, long lashes shuttering as his eyes widen. Oh, he was just realizing- and that tone did not bode well for your poor, impaling pussy.
“B-big.” Because he shifts, he jerks his head just the slightest inch to register his sudden strength n’ size. Before grinning—“Then take-” Slurring, your roommate tugs your puffed-up folds just barely enough to the side so that he could slip in the knobbly ends of a second finger. “-take it, my baby.”
It’s like you were made to take it.
Your elastic hole snagging on the ridges of his slender fingers, you throw your head back and moan at the sudden impact of Choso pursing his pretty pink lips and spitting on your pussy.
“Y-you know what else the head of the Choso clan can control?”
Just about the longest sentence his heat-filled mind has managed so far, he’s snagging the caps of his nail polish-chipped fingertips into the side of your walls and spreeading your cunt apart to let his pearly glob of saliva slither inside.
Immediately making you feel hypnotized, making you feel as if you were sweltering.
Oh, shit.
The realization makes your head lift off of your dampened pillows- he controls blood and…
He has the audacity to grin when the slimy ribbon of his saliva stirs in circles ‘round and ‘round your snug channel. Controlled. Filthy.
Watching your every minute squirm with bated breath, Choso nestles that droplet against your tenderest weeping orifices. Shocked. Ready. Like a wolf stumbling upon resh blood he’s breathing—“There”
Something in him twitches.
Something in him awakens, hips grinding against the bed.
And then you’re watching Choso’s nosebridge tattoo deepen, you’re watching him lazily flicker his pinkish tongue over the perked nub of your clit while his fingers were ravaging you from the inside out. He wanted to ruin you.
He was whacking his cold metallic rings against the gummy insides of your cunt and hoping that it bruised. Carving a cute lil’ ‘C’ right at the edge of your g-spot where you needed him the most, his high cheekbones flush. “Can control this. You. Her.”
Quirking the wide end of his index against your sweetest spot, Choso stuffs a third finger and lets all three rounded curves treat your g-spot like a bullseye. Probin’ so deep with their frigid designs into your every nook and cranny, Choso elbows your thighs open once the pressure makes you thrash.
You’re bucking off of the silken sheets, your slick-plastered thighs smushing each side of his handsome cheeks. “There- o-ohhh my god k-keep going-”
“Th-there.” Choso’s smiling. Something feral. “There- there- there.” Hit after hit, he’s sticking his maw against your slit and makin’ out with your sappy lips with a dopey smile. Unfocused. Throat relaxing to let the miry wads of your sweet, sweet sap flood his tastebuds.
They’re damn near sizzling as they stick to your puckering hole as if made of adhesive, slashes of his refined tongue making your cunt sing almost as much as your voice box was. “F-fuck, m’not gonna last, Cho—”
He’d noticed - that sixth, sensual sense of his cursed energy that was making him scour your walls with his curvaceous digits. That primal sense in him.
And that’s all he needed to hear.
The ringed bands of his rings spanking your g-spot like he was maddened, lips wrapped so hard as he sucks on your throbbing clit that they’re starting to ache.
More.
More more more- he needed fucking more of you before you’re cumming all over his face. And ah- how much more would you drench his snogging mouth when you reach your high?
Choso unfastens his jaw all wiiide and lets your slobbering drags push against his chin. Pushed so nose-deep between your twitching thighs that you can barely even understand him. “Cum.”
“Please—” You’re whimpering out shrilly, fucking music in his ears that makes him spread his meaty thighs apart and push his aching erection into the mattress. “Cho— I’m gonna mmm- m’gonna-”
You don’t get to finish your sentence before Choso’s finishing you off.
With a few more vulgar, sloppy strokes that set your teeth on edge. Your roommate doesn’t care for any method, he doesn’t care for any technique because he’s lavishing his velvety mouth everywhere.
From your pulsating clit, to the gasping circle of your entrance, to right past where three of his lengthy fingers were already filling you up because Choso just couldn’t get enough. And he’s laying his craned neck out across one of your trembling thighs, mouth burning with the cloying taste of you while you cum and cum harder than any of your toys have ever made you.
“I-it feels so…” Words fail you, and your hands stay firmly wrapped through the valleys of his sweaty scalp for dear life. “-so- nghhh- can’t even d-do anything.”
It was devastating- your vision splotchy with white, toes curling. And the half-curse was so plowed between your pert pussylips that he couldn’t even rear himself back to moan.
Letting out each moistened ‘fuck’ and ‘oh’ into your gushing pussy.
Blinded, it’s the only thing he can do to let your rose-shaped insides clench around his dexterous muscle. A sweet lil’ ba-dump–! that matched in carnal synchronization with the beat of your rapid heart, and Choso’s counting about twelve before he finally feels your high bating.
“No.” He grunts out instantly, eyes widening. Panicked. With a grope to the left side of your waist, Choso latches on a death grip and immediately pulls your restless hips back onto his mouth. Lips wobbling, “No no no no- come back.”
Yelping, “Shit m’so- hck! sensitive, Choso.” Even the slightest pinch of his coral pink lips right over your clit left you seeing stars.
But he didn’t listen.
He didn’t care.
He’s pushin’ his tongue back between your wet slit with a growl and eyeing how it makes you shudder. “Can’t-” Laughing - laughing - Choso alternates between bumping his rounded index against your g-spot and stretching out his rubbery tongue to lap at your walls.
Smack after smack every time he flaps his lips, all dangling with gleaming streaks of your hot orgasm. He’s trying to get you to cum once more, but he’s too impatient.
Too needy for it that all he can do is slash his tongue across your sweetest spots and watch as it only edges you until you’re all dizzy. Sniffing your pussy like you’re his favorite scent, “Can’t fucking stop.”
“Want- ngh! want you—” You’re keening, pushing on the perspiration-sprayed surface of his forehead to no avail. Choso only manhandles your body to glue his lips to yours even further, “Want your cock.”
“H-huh?”
For the first time, your roommate lifts his head from the sinful heaven between your legs with a loud plop! It’s the most lecherous noise, and the only thing wetter than that sound was how wet Choso was.
He’s dripping with syrupy slick from the apples of his high cheekbones down to his sharp jaw, beaded drops of slick hitting your thighs with a pitter-patter. He was flushed. Pheromones burning. Slightly shivering.
And it looked like the very second you opened your mouth - not even from the sound of your voice, just the mere notion of it - Choso’s nose scrunches and he flinches. “Wan’ your cock…”
“O-oh.”
Oh.
Oh.
You were done for.
You were absolutely and completely done for- because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that your snug pussy walls are left empty n’ hollow. Void of when he’s dragging his fingers back, making sure to leave a rovering little caress as he pulls out with a soppy slurp!
And then he’s slouching over you, he’s bending you.
Fully clothed and yet it’s like his heat-melted mind doesn’t even register that, Choso’s holdin’ your dangling ankles spread open while he grinds his swollen, aching cock against your core and groans.
“Fuck- fuck-”
He was so fucking hard, and your pussy had felt so damn tight around his tongue.
Just once. Twice- Choso ruts between your legs like an animal before he’s fumbling for the silvery latch of his belt. Unfreezing, you’re finally helping his dazed fingers through it- whining as you tug on his off-white undershirt, “Take it- off.”
Moaning- he thinks he’s going to die if he doesn’t listen to every word you say. “Please.”
It’s like each sound of your needy voice only makes his weight cock sag further, so it’s such a relief when he’s shoving the rest of his trousers down and letting his red, bulbous tip swab his abs with a stripe of glittering pre.
You only get a flash of Choso’s cock - rock-fucking-hard, engorged, looking so painful as his lengthy shaft hangs between his pale legs. The mushroomed tip of his cock was burnin’ red and weeping, and- was that- a shiny silver piercing right next to his orifice?
Like a pretty pink lollipop that you wanted to reach out and-
“Later.”
And then he’s pushing in.
Then he’s letting his ballooned-up shaft twitch primally at the noise of your sweet, sweet voice, before spreading his meaty thighs and pushing between your tight, glistening cunt.
“I know-” He’s rasping out, two of his veiny forearms planting underneath your legs to lift them bonelessly onto his shoulders. Ankles hitting his back muscles, “I know I know I know- fuck!”
Nearly screaming at the way your cozy hole was just too small for his pierced tip, resisting the way Choso fits the very reddened point of his cock between your folds and pushes and pushes. Ruts. “O-oh my goddd- nghhh- s’sooo biggg–!”
But your adorable huffing and puffing was only making every ounce of blood pound to his aching cock and make it even bigger.
Tightly pushing against the rubbery outer edge of your pussy, your pussylips get smeared apart sooo fucking widely by his rigid circumference.
And no matter how much you’re thrashing and mewling, Choso only tugs apart your cunt with a thumbing of his ringed digit. Deeper, fitting just an inch.
He gasps- he whines. Just so desperate, and you’re hypnotized by both that ecstatic look on his face to the sweetened, humid atmosphere.
“Cho! O-oh my god s’not gonna mmm- fit-”
“No.” Choso repeats it like a mantra, and he’s begging with those hooded chestnut eyes of his. Probing your gaze with his dilated pupils, heels digging into your rickety mattress, the head of his swollen shaft squeezed where he was bullying inside. “No no no no- hafta take it. You need to, my baby.”
Long lashes shuttering, you swear you see Choso’s eyeliner run with tears when he makes your pussy gulp down a single solid few inches.
His cock so fucking big that just this slightest swallowed measurement made you feel a round bruise at your throat, your mouth overflooding with heated saliva. “Need to take it inside just-”
Babbling, Choso glues his clammy palms upon either side of your birthing hips and bends you in half.
All the way until the globes of your ass nearly weren’t touching the bed, all the way until he’s pressuring you with the weight of his muscular body and holding you still whilst you take him in deeper.
In a mating press.
And give him an inch, he’ll take a mile.
“Fuh-fuuuuck!” Because Choso was thrusting, not even waiting - he couldn’t. Your gooey pussy was just so soft and warm around his barreling girth that it was driving him wild. “You’re just soooo—”
“Inside. Inside.”
“What if I can’t fit-”
“I’ll make it fit.”
He’s holding onto your mounds of flesh like it would stop him from losing control, thighs shivering at his inner quads once he’s punishing your squelching cunt with half-ruts. Bucks. Humps like an animal all just to fit and fit his swollen, red cock inside.
Eyes dazed, mouth slack.
Choso’s already drilling into you, whacking your bubblegum insides with everything he could fit.
From the geysering divot homed on the middle of his tip to just where one of his prominent veins was tickling your outer folds. His Prince Albert’s was so cold where he’s slimy mazing along your textured walls, “Tight-” He dares to let one of his hands caress your tummy, pushing down to feel himself. “Fucking tight.”
Struggling, and so when Choso’s finally tugging further on your dewy slick cunt to sheath in more more more- all he can do is stutter his breath to a labored hold and cum. Just by bottoming out.
Your eyes widen, “Did you just-”
“I-inside.” Choso croaks out, strained. Raw groans hatching, he presses down on your body with his toned upper strength and keeps you there as he’s pumping you full.
It’s so much of his thick, ribbony white sap splashing ‘round that you’re wondering whether your puffy hole was flooding already.
Not that Choso would ever let you- no, his familiar ringed thumb spanks down on your slit and makes sure that not even one ivory drop leaks out.
Driving and driving every vein-covered inch in half-thrusts that leave your knees weak, “Inside.” He’s panting like he was feverish, brown irises murky. So hot inside of you with all his syrup, he’d just bottomed out and he was still planting his feet flat on the bedsprings to maze his glistening cock further.
Octaves higher, cracked. He’s in disbelief when he’s sliding his globular piercing in a straight line down your cervix, “Inside.”
“Mhmmm– all inside, Choso.” You’re managing to strangle out, your twitchy fingertips reaching up to push away a few strands of his soft bangs from his sweaty forehead. “All better now?”
You’ve no idea what had gotten into him today, but anything to help your hot half-curse roommate-
“All better?”
It’s posed as a question, but Choso wasn’t looking for an answer.
He’s poring down at you with bulging eyeballs, gaze smudged with eyeliner. “All…better?” Before letting out a sudden, strained bark of laughter.
And before you know it, Choso’s curling the tips of his fingers around your throat and grabbing you to halt in your journey to squirm away. Squealing, you let yourself be dragged down to hit his hard pelvis with a spank.
Leaning down, down, down every inch that he’s closing in the scorching distance between you two made your cum-glazed pussy let off a talkative slurp! “All better.”
“Wh- oh!”
He doesn’t let you speak.
He doesn’t even let you breathe before ramming into you with all the vein-patterned, roaming length of his girth. “All better?” Choso echoes breathlessly, “You- think- I’m all better?”
As you whine, the headlock of his palm tugs your lolling scalp forwards to stare back up at him. Holding the deepest, most lecherous eye contact with you as he sliiiides his zig-zagging veins against the roof of your pussy.
Spit flying, Choso crashes his maw into your open mouth. “Do I look fucking better?”
Oh.
That’s when it finally hits you- that short, hastened paragraph you’d skimmed over in your book on cursed - Choso was in heat.
“P-please!” It was almost comical the way he had you mewling all stupidly on his cock, your heart-eyed pupils swirlin’ inside of your eyes with each poke into the bottom of your pussy. His stout, frigidly pierced tip furiously thumping away, “Feels so good, Cho- can feel you all the way ngh- here.”
And he was not letting you go.
Choso looked like he was losing his sanity when you’re mindlessly tracing a hand up the valley of your tits, touching your throat.
“Th-there, huh?” He questions, dryly. With a final swab of his bulging length where you were most sensitive, he’s suckin’ on your quivering lower lip with a hum. “You know I ngh- respect you, right, my baby? Riiight–?”
Confused, you’re nodding—“Yes?”
“Good.”
Because Choso wasn’t going to fuck you like it.
He’s departing his hoarse breath in gusts, letting out a barely-audible little–”Flowing Red Scale: Stack.”
The jujutsu technique to increase speed. Endurance.
Before the air around the two of you tightens with electricity, with every atom around the two of you coating with a layer of cursed energy. Something so rabid and desperate that seeps through Choso’s body like he almost wasn’t in control, coating the ends of his upright erection when he’s bucking.
“There-” The rounded circle of his piercing is plowing you open like a searchlight, mazing your velvety walls in a lil’ zig-zag. The underside of his shaft sticks to you like a second skin, striking your g-spot dead on. “-there.”
Rovering his hand right on top of the sultry rounded bulge he was pounding away into you, “M’here.”
He was there right inside of you and he was everywhere.
Weighing in on the splotch of your nerved walls, pushing away the creamy white layer of seed on top of your lips so that he could see himself being sucked in even deeper. “Me me me me-”
“O-oh please!” You scream out in time with the creaking racket of your aged bedcoils, it was making the most protesting noises as he bucks his hips deeper. Hands clawing across his deltoids—his chilling piercing whacks your g-spot and you can only reach for the wooden headboard with a babble.
“No- no no come back-” Choso’s free hand creeps from your cute tummy bulge to claw at your scalp, pushing you down. Pulling you all the way down, “No running.”
No running.
Again and again and again.
Choso’s got a hold on your head, a knee trapping your thigh. Pinning you down so that he can smack his tensed core down on your front and leave your heated flesh stinging.
“No running no running no- hah! You’re gonna be mine, my baby–” Angrily, he swats your partly-opened lips with a great dollop of spit, feeling the sultry trickle swirl it’s way circlin’ your mouth.
The entrapping hand on your head tightens like a vice and you squeak something unintelligible, something that makes his pinkish cockhead swerve and his body heave with a great, visceral shudder.
“What was- hah- what was that, my baby?”
“Ch-Choso–!” Comes out your shrilling calls, “More.”
And he almost stops. He almost freezes—“What?”
“More!”
“M-more?” Choso can only repeat through a harrowed gasp, letting his heavy, hard cock slide niiiice and easy between your legs. Echoing, “More.” And it’s like he’s agonizingly fucking you slow n’ steady- hard and rough.
Alternating, it’s hard to keep himself in check.
Hard to even force himself into a constant sloppy cadence when you’re looking up at him like that.
Begging for him, your mouth unfastens open at the way Choso’s pretty hazel eyes only seem to glow…animalistically. A cursed, powerful tinge taking over his gaze, claws sharpening, body bulging with even more sexy muscles as if that was possible.
He was almost transforming in front of your very eyes and the only thing you can do is throw your oversaturated head back and take it.
“More.”
Choso whacks his bulbous, cold Prince Albert’s against the side of your g-spot and hopes that pretty area of your cunt remembers it. Bruising you.
Your thighs on his shoulders, his dick shoveling into tender orifices inside of you that no one’s ever reached before. Your cute roommate’s damn near laughing himself hoarse whilst moaning away that singular syllable you’d uttered out. “More- more. What the fuck- more.”
“Fuck—” Your doughy heels dig in eagerly where his back muscles were rippling, lungs filling with all his heated scent. “M’gettin’ so ngh- sensitive, Cho.”
But it’s not like he could hear you.
Choso Kamo knew your lips were moving, but he was too deeply-stuffed inside your dripping wet cunt to even pretend to listen. All he could think as he shuffles all his fat, roaming inches inside, creaming out a generous helping of buttery pre, was that he wanted to make your gorgeous mouth fall into an oh! of pleasure.
Fuck, talking- he’s fucking you like he’s trying to make sure that you couldn’t.
Merciless thrust after thrust, the power clinging onto the air around you two was becoming stifling.
“More” Choso utters, two of his ringed fingers skimming your bulged folds open and kissin’ your clit with a sweet hello. “More.” Before pinching, harder. Sloppier. His bulbously swollen red erection stirs your insides like he’s trying to melt his body onto yours, “Tight lil’ hole can’t g-get enough of me- she wants more-”
Oh.
Oh–
You weren’t the only one caught off guard by just how ragged Choso was becoming - just how ragged his ruthless hips were becoming. Because with only one, two, three precise glides of his rotund cockhead stirrin’ your g-spot, your poor pussy is bullied into a second orgasm.
You see white.
Surprised. Hitting you like four semi-trucks, all you can do is gnaw your lolling maw down on the tempting curve of his shoulder and cum.
“O-oh, my baby.” Choso whispers out from above, gasping once he’s registering your high. Your bite- marking him up in a way that makes his cursed heat flare.
Cumming.
Cumming and cumming so hard that your roommate’s feeling his heavy breeder balls drain with each sploshing wire of sap being pumped into you.
You hear him grunt over n’ over through your popped eardrums, “My baby-” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! goes the slap of his cum-glazed balls digging into the backs of your ass. And you swear you feel his frigid piercing draw out a loooong ‘C’ on your sponged cervix, “My baby my baby my baby- alll…”
Dazed, you’re watching when his ringed hand lets go of your head to caress your tummy bulge. Now only inflated further with his knotted wads of cum, “-here.”
Oh…
He didn’t just mean that you were his baby- he meant that he was going to fuck a baby into you.
And that’s exactly how he’s milking you through your high, letting the sparks of your bliss overtake you as his driveling cock fucks away lazily. Sensually rubbin’ the curve of his piercing over your g-spot to overstimulate you.
“Never f-felt this good, Cho–!” Your criss-crossed eyes scrunch with a few warm tears, feeling the gooey puddle of white stagnant below you.
He reels his plump girth back just the slightest smidge and watches as a torrent of sap splashes out wetly.
Choso only grins, “S’my first time-” Planting a lingering smooch over your gaped lips. “My first kiss. My first…”
And absolutely nothing - nothing - could’ve prepared you for the word that attaches to the tail-end of his groaned sentence.
“-mate.”
His only mate. His one and only.
And he was groping the underside of your ass cheeks to make sure that his loving mate wasn’t squirming away. Getting a good handhold for your pretty, pliant body to be held up and dragged backwards.
Choso wasn’t in the right headspace to even pretend he was pushin’ you into a cute mating pressing right now.
Only melting the ridges of each chiseled ab into your front, glissading easily with the sheen of his perspiration.
Choso creeps his bruised, red lips right up to your ear.
“And m’not letting you walk out of this hah- bed not pregnant.” As if struck by the sudden thought, he rolls his sloppy cock between your saturated pussylips once more and grunts. Dark eyes sliiiding backwards, brows scrunching with need. “A-actually- m’not letting you walk at all.”
Gasping, “Not walking- th-that means…”
It’s all you can get out before the cursed energy sticking to your bodies heightens twofold.
And Choso gets harder. Choso’s pushing you down.
Choso cups your spilling pussy to smear apart your bloated folds, slimily weaving his rounded mushroom tip to circle back to your entrance and push—
“More.”
Your tongue feels sticky with all the pheromones of his saccharine heat, “M-more?”
“Gonna fuck you more.” Seemingly able to utter more than just three words now, “Fill you up more.” Shaking - both his voice and his thighs pushing you into missionary now. “Get- get you pregnant more.”
Blood manipulation to make his prolonged, split-ended shaft harder. Reverse cursed technique to make sure you two don't break bones.
But neither of you can stop the way his creaking bed frame shatters.
And Choso doesn’t care- his knee hikes further to keep your legs open. Fist pumping the fattened excess of his ravaged cock furiously to pump n’ pump himself to a merciless hardness. He’s hissing as his cursed energy forces every ounce of blood in his sparking mind to rush to his plummy, weeping crown.
“I-is this even safe, Cho–?” You’re whining, trying to nudge yourself to some sort of rationality before Choso completely ruined you all over again.
“Safe? Safe?” He’s giggling out, hissing between your parted lips. “Who knows…?”
The last thing you’re managing to hear before his slender hips snap forwards and meet your pussylips with a tender few strings of even more cum. Pouring out a thick paste that damn near covers the slope of your cunt an opaque ivory, “I don’t know- I have no idea- a-all m’gonna do s’fuck you–”
Just at that moment your pussy lets out a sappy few squelches as he shovels inside and Choso’s nodding.
“Y-yeeees, my baby.” Slobber trickles down either side of his lips and marks him all glittering, the round orb of his piercing cleaning off your pussy of seed. “All pregnant. A-all mine. All pregnant.”
Choso’s still so damn big- growing even bigger thanks to his jujutsu that every rummaging inch makes him slick your skin with cum. Creaming you. Milking himself.
Bulging cock so layered with jujutsu that it almost zaps the inside of your silky smooth cunt like a vibrator to have him pummeling you deeply.
The more he’s pounding away like he’s crazed, the more and more he does become crazed. Rasping tone breathless, gone. “Yes- yes yes yes tha’s right-” He’s sounding out, trekking a hand down to thumb over your jiggling cum-inflated tummy bulge. “Pregnant. Pregnant pregnant- pregnant–”
“S-slow down Cho, or m’gonna—ngh! again.” You wail, hips bucking up shallowly - just about all you can manage right now, but the mere idea has Choso breathing all labored.
Hands twisting on the lecherous nub of your clit, “Yeah- yeahhh, mama’s gotta cum.” He’s reciting off- it wasn’t just the heat, it was some second primal nature that made him want to make that drenched pussy of yours squeeze his cock to death.
And fuck, was that instinct strong.
Because Choso’s hitting your deep cunt with gushing whacks, angling his pelvis just right to curl the left-leaning spheroid of his cockhead against your g-spot and-
“Cum- cum. Cum.”
When you do, it’s in carnal unison with him. For the nth time this night.
So hard that the two of you can only throw your heads back and moan—
Long, stringy ribbons of sap entering your filthy hole right in time with each peak of your high. You count one, two, three- four.
“Cum—ing.” Your voice cracks, eyes rolling. Nails clawing fresh crimson marks down his pale shoulder blades, ones that the man himself smells and drools at. Yeah- all he wanted in his heated haze was for you to ruin him. “Choso- oh.”
“S’my name- what’s this say?”
You yelp, feeling him guide his pierced cocktip to swab your most tender orifices. Grunting- “Tell me. Spell.”
That fucking animal inside of his cursed body was makin’ him tease your bruised and battered cervix with an outlined ‘C’, then an ‘H’, and then an ‘O’-‘S’ -‘O’.
C-H-O-S-O
C-H-O-S-O
C-H-O-S-O
You think you might be cumming again, you think you might be grinding your hips back down without even thinking to help him spell out his name. “Choso- Choso! Cho—!” Mindlessly whining and whining that very word whilst your orgasm hits you like a freight train.
And Choso knew it was coming- oh, he saw.
The lecherous part of his cursed technique growing in tune with your body enough that he’s sensing the waves of your impending bliss, and gifing your pussy with a rigid thrash against your g-spot that leaves you squirting.
Dampened, streaming gushes of sap coat Choso’s shaft, and it’s a damn miracle that he’s able to stop himself from pulling out right now just to taste the wetness of your dewy soft walls as you ride him through your high. His own orgasm nothing more than numerous dry spurts of white liquid when he’s fucking you even sloppier.
Still fucking you when he’s muttering the incantation underneath his breath for his blood manipulation technique sugring down to his fattening girth. Overstimulated. Overworked.
Gasping, something wet hits your shoulder and it takes you every shred of will in your body to wrench your teary lashes open and look. Only to realize that Choso Kamo was crying.
Whimpering, sucking himself dry on you.
You didn’t know who was more drunken as he’s lazily dragging his veiny cock along your channel in a third- fourth? round. “I finally have- have you in my ngh- bed and-” Toying the flared edge of his mushroom tip right where your g-spot was, back n’ forth, back n’ forth. He makes you squeeze down on the rounded swelling at his hilt, “-you think m’letting you go that easy?”
Teeth on edge, bangs sweat-stuck, eyeliner running.
Heavy balls tightening.
Before you can even register it, Choso has you face-planted into the pillows - his hand at the base of your arched spine, cock taking you from behind, foot firmly seated on top of your head.
And he’s collapsing his body down onto yours and pushing, pushing, pushing.
So hard that you think you hear a faint pop!
“N-no breaking bones…” Comes out his throaty tut, followed by the cool breeze of even more reverse cursed energy bleeding into your bones. The expanse of his heated skin buzzing with electricity, he almost made you bolt to the touch.
And suddenly this mean position on all fours doesn’t feel so bad anymore-
Finishing off, “Need the f-future mother of my kids safe.” You can only drench his silky pink pillowcase with pure saliva and tears, whimpering when he dabs a finger over a dribbling wad of cum that’d started to spray from your folds.
Delicately massaging over your overstimulated slope, Choso brings his glazed fingertip over to stick to the ring finger on your left hand and draw. A cute lil’ wedding band.
“A…proposal?” You’re questioning, head cocked where you’re all laid out prettily on top of the cushy surface.
And maybe it’s by the fourth round when the two of you can barely even speak, and the massage of his soaked chocolate happy trail had started irritating the cheeks of your ass. Maybe it’s by the fifth when it’s barely even fucking and more so Choso making sure that his high leaves him dry, nothing but a pearly droplet of seed escaping his strawberry divot before he’s pinning you down to the mattress.
Maybe it’s by the sixth when he’s laying you side by side and gluing his slobbery mouth against yours while his raw, red cock lazily gyrates inside of your sensitive walls.
Plugged up with a swollen girth homed at the base of his red shaft that you’re slowly realizing is his wide knot so that all he can do is swirl n’ fill each slick, creamy crevice. Not having the strength to thrust even with his use of reverse cursed energy.
“You’re mine now.” It’s the last thing you hear as the two of you are on the precipice of passing out. Your bed shattered. Your apartment lights charred with the overuse of jujutsu.
Sending out a wave of cursed energy strong enough that it’s a wonder sorcerers aren’t knocking down your door - and yet, Choso still wouldn’t be able to stop his hips.
His sharp canines sink into the sweaty crook of your neck, much like yours had on his all those hours and hours ago. Yet, something about his bite felt…animalistically permanent.
Like his infamously venomous technique was flowing through you and marking you. Though, you barely even feel the sting with his reverse cursed technique- not out of his control.
Through a crack of your tear-dewed eyelids, you’re taking in with awe at the way that your dear half-curse roommate’s nosebridge tattoo only grows wider. Stronger. Suddenly matching with a new one that’d started to formulate at the base of his soft, mahogany happy trail - like an incubus tattoo.
He was all yours now.
Length throbbing harder as his tastebuds sizzle with your crimson, “Forever.” Choso takes oooone good look at you with loving, heart-shaped eyes. And you wonder whether his heat was finally, finally-
Before he’s inhaling your saccharine sweet scent, and you watch in real time as Choso’s molten peripherals dilate. Wide. Panting. Cock twitching. “O-oh, my baby, think m’getting…hard again.”
A/N. Mwahaha summer is coming up so I simply had to.
NSFW of Megumi with a pretty cock(I can’t stop thinking about Megumi having a pretty cock 🥺)and it being wrapped up with a red, ribbon with a bow. While S/O is admiring it, they undo his ribbon to deep throat his pretty cock. Hearing his pretty moans.
I hope this is okay to request this! Please and thank you! 💖
welcome home
hello anon, welcome to my domain. feel free to drop more of your thirsts. anyway where to i start, sighs, it’s so hard to write this one with megumi and his divine dog plushies staring at me felt like im sinning. also, YES YES YES MEGUMI FUSHIGURO HAS THE PRETTIEST COCK *slams hand on table* my throat has never felt so empty before cries
hope you enjoyed my little word vomit
18+ thread lightly, sexual content ahead (blowjob, megumi fushiguro waiting for u to come home with a ribbon around his schlong, a warning: essay - why you ask because everyone need a minute to think of how pretty he looks like that)
her head tilted to the side in shock.
what had possessed her partner to welcome her home after a few days away of on a mission by sitting on the couch naked but a red bow around his cock. her jaw dropped open and so was the bag of takeout food that was in her arms. screw the takeout food, she needs a minute to process this. she was still taken aback by the sight.
look at megumi fushiguro and his pretty massive cock.
she could see the faint flush on his face and the slight tremble in his legs. they have been together for three years, graduated, got a proper job and nothing had ever prepared her for this moment. megumi was different that all the other guys she had been with. he has always been slightly shy and reserved; he blushed easily, not that he was a prude or anything. but he had never been so forward when it comes to being intimate.
“uh-” he rubbed the back of his neck, blushing harder than before, “welcome home?”
his flustered look changed when she charged to him, shoes thrown apart, bags sliding across the floor somewhere as she jumped on him. he let a laugh, embracing her in his arms as they fell back on the sofa before pulling her in a kiss. a soft i miss you and i love yous exchanged as she pushed her jacket off her shoulder.
“where have this megumi been hiding from me?”
she mewled, cupping his face to deepen her kiss. he ran his hand along the curve of her back, before landing a swing on the flesh of her ass. she yelped, her own skin warming up to his change of antics. he tugged on the skirt, hiking it up, running his hoarse palm against her supple skin before landing another spank straight to her bare skin. his ears perked up; the mewling and the way her skin reddened made his dick twitched between her legs.
“gumi,” she whined, face pressed in the crook of his neck with her ass propped up.
another hand tugged the material covering her soaking cunt; her toes curled as the material gazed torturously against her clit. another spank landed on her ass, this time closer to her loin, causing her legs to buckle and she absentmindedly let out a louder moan. a chuckle rumbled out of his throat; he had never pegged her for someone who gets turned on with as easy as a spank to the ass. something he knew he owed her an apology for, promising himself to be more open around her.
“y’know, i like it when you’re this forward with me about what you want,” she pressed a kiss right below her jaw. she looked up to see his darken eyes burned on her, “i wouldn’t mind coming home to one of this in the future.”
she traced her tongue, lapping his neck and his collarbone. her kisses scattered on his abs, down his happy trail and he held his breath as she planted the last kiss just below the base of his cock, the tip resting on the side of her face. she kept her eyes on him, biting the end of the ribbon before gently tugging it apart. megumi absolutely adored the looks she was giving, hazy eyes looking up to him as her fingers wrapped the red ribbon around her neck like a little choker.
she’s his gift for tonight.
it started with tiny licks to the rounded tip. the bulbous head of him rested on her tongue as she inched him in. she held him gently between her lips, half-in, half-out. she opened her lips just a little, letting a tiny gap form underneath. she took a quick breath, sucking air in through her mouth. the cool breeze on his wet, sensitive skin had to feel good. megumi quivered slightly. she sealed her lips tight around his shaft once more slowly inching it further inside her mouth. he let out a moan as the tip of his cock hit the back of her gummy walls before pulling out.
“fuck,” he whined feeling the cold air biting his soaked dick, missing the warmth of her mouth.
he fought the urge to slam his hips upward, to send the whole cock into the back of her throat. but she rested both hands on his thighs sending a warning with a squint of her eyes. she brought her hand to his neglected balls to fondle them from underneath as her lips continued to milk and squeeze on his cock, letting out little moans and hums sounds as she went along.
with one hand preoccupied with the balls, her other wrapped itself around the base of his cock and started to pump to make up for the length she couldn’t reach, her mouth still working tirelessly along top half.
the combination of the fondling and the pumping around his cock into her eager throat was too much, and megumi could feel the familiar knot in his belly. “fuck, y/n, slow d-down,” he warned, throwing his head back, grabbing desperately on the sofa. she knew it too and instead of stopping, her moans grew louder as she picked up her pace altogether. the sound of his cock wrapped around her mouth, squelching and her slight gag echoed the room clouding his mind completely.
he propped himself on his arms, eyes widened as he watched her head bobbed up and down on the cock, this time faster and sloppier with each trip up and down. “you tasted so good, gumi,” she giggled, tracing her tongue along the slit, lapping hungrily on the pre cum. she continued her stroking, tongue out swirling around the reddened head.
“where do you want to cum, gumi? in my mouth or in my cunt?”
“mouth, i want to fill your throat up, please, fuck baby lemme me fuck your pretty little throat.”
he panted, head hung back in disbelief as she lowered herself back onto his cock, lips tightened around the shaft with the tongue tracing the sides and the head to continue her perfect rhythm. his muscles clenched in anticipation for what felt was going to be a huge shot of cum down her throat, she took him by surprise, completely paralyzing megumi for a moment as she took him deeper than she had gone this whole time. her steel gaze bore deep into his eyes.
inch by inch of his girthy length disappeared.
he felt the head of his cock squeezed by the back of her throat, then came back out to rest on her tongue sliding it all around it hungrily, before going back in. her little squeal sent vibration along his length as she pulled out and pulled him up off the sofa.
this time, he stood towering above her while she kneeled on the cold hard floor. she loosened the ribbon around her neck before grabbing his hand. “you need to feel this,” she rested his hand around her throat and repeated her move. he could not believe his eyes. with every bobs of her head, he could feel the bulge in her throat appearing and disappearing. he could feel his cock in her throat. he gave her throat a little squeeze, watching as she rolled her eyes backward in pleasure, grinding herself on her heels.
“you look so pretty,” he praised her, gently caressing her cheeks.
her eyes fluttered in excitement. her hands rested on his bare thighs as she bottomed out on his cock repeatedly, he could see tears brimming on her eyes as she fought the urge to gag. she looked up at him with a look, mewling around his cock for approval.
“you’re going to make me cum, baby. ke-keep doing that.”
he commanded, hands down to grab her by her hair and pushed her head down then up at the same pace she was going at. his relax echoed the room as he took over her. her jaws started to ache from the repetitive movement and megumi swore he had meant to do it gently, but he was so close to cumming, he couldn't resist.
he started to thrust his hips upwards; something megumi could tell she wasn't prepared for as her gag reflex instantly kicked in, eyes widened and some of the mixture of her spit and his own pre cum leaked out of the sides of her mouth down on her lap. she pressed her hands on his thighs trying to gently pull her mouth off for a break.
“so close, baby, please,” he begged, pumping faster and harder while carefully trying to not to hurt her. he could feel the pressure building up by every thrust, his cum was about to spray the inside of her throat.
his grip to her hair tightened, his legs were shaking, “baby-i’m a-about to cum, fuck, fuck, fuc-” his words were cut short by his own moan as he shot out his load straight into the back of her throat. his hips spasmed, he could hear her soft whined when his fingers tightening in her hair. without a word spoken, her hand reached the base of his cock, resuming the original position without a pause or slowing down. she hummed in satisfaction, as more spurt of cum sprayed out to coat the inside of her mouth and down her throat.
she listened to his melodious groans and moans, calling for his baby as his hips bucked.
her warmed cheeks puffed up; he could see some of his cum dribbled out the side of her lips down his chin. she squeezed her lips, swallowing whatever remained before releasing his cock out with a small pop. megumi struggled to catch a breath, feeling the muscle in his legs and ass cramped out as the wave of pleasure dissipated. she looked up to him, letting out a few sighs as she massaged her sore jaws. a small smile grew on her face between her cheeks and his eyes widened as she calmly opened her mouth. more of his load dribbled down on his softening cock before lapping it back right in and swallowed.
she kissed the tip and winked, just something special to top off the blowjob she just gave.
she giggled, fingers wiping the random splotches of cum off her face, sucking it clean. “that was a lot, have you been holding it in waiting for me to come home, huh fushiguro?” she teased him with a gentle laugh, taking his hand as they fell back onto the couch.
"m’sorry, baby, i think i just got really carried away there," his voice was close to a whisper. she watched as his chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took to calm himself down and regained the energy she had drained out. he leaned forward and she met him halfway, kissing him lovingly. “i really miss you,” he landed a peak on her nose and soon she was back on her back as he showered her face with kisses.
“megumi,” her voice came out with a pitch.
a simple hmm was his only reply as he buried his face in her neck, nibbling her sweaty skin. she could feel something poking against her cunt. megumi straddled her waist, wiggling the red ribbon in front of her face as his other hand gathered her wrist. he lolled his head a side, a wide grin on his face as he tugged the last loop around her wrist.
81 with Megumi! Please please please with sprinkles on top
warnings: sneaking off after a mission, fellatio, oral sex, semi-public sex, agedup!Megumi, slight brat taming
a/n: haven't watched all of JJK, so please no spoilers. Just enjoy the sexy little drabble
prompt list
Megumi isn’t sure how you do it sometimes. You just give him that look that leaves him feeling weak. His knees buckle and he needs a moment to steady himself before he finally looks at you. You’ve just got this way about you, and he’s known from the very start that you are his ultimate weakness. And right now is not the time to be doing something so risky like this.
But you just take his hand and you gently coax him to an empty room in this building. Sure, it’s a little creepy in here, but the curses are all gone. You and Megumi made sure of it with the help of your other teammates. All you two had to do now was follow everyone out, but you had different plans.
“We can’t do this right now,” Megumi grunts through gritted teeth. His resolve is slowly breaking.
You giggle softly, “Why not? We’ll be really quick. I promise.”
He knows it’s wrong to do this right here, but his cock is growing hardder and it won’t be long before it starts doing all the thinking for him. Gojo and the others were going to start looking for the both of you, even though they know better than to do that. Yuuji had been the unfortunate victim of finding the two of you making out (thankfully that’s all it was). His curiosity had gotten the best of him, and he went looking for the two of you after a mission one time. Yuuji unfortunately found more than he was looking for. This is the main reason why Megumi has second thoughts about what you’re planning.
“Awh, c’mon.” You whine softly. Megumi groans and he knows he’s going to have to put his foot down on the issues. Or else he may be way in over his head…
You don’t give him any chance to answer your pathetic little whimpers and whines. Within seconds, you’re pressing him up against the wall and kneeling down. Megumi swallows hard when he feels your hands on his belt. But he quickly pushes your hands away, huffing angrily as you continue trying to take off his pants.
“This isn’t the time or place,” he finally manages to spit out. “You know better than to act like a brat about this.”
You pout and look up at him through your lashes, “This isn’t fair, ‘Gumi. I wanna have fun.”
Megumi grunts frustratedly. You’re right, this isn’t fair. He can’t believe that you’re pulling out all the stops just to get a little attention. You start palming him through his pants, and it’s making him feel so dizzy with lust now.
“Am I really being a brat right now?” You ask as you finally unzip his pants.
He rolls his eyes, “You are being a brat.” He lets out a strangled moan as you pull his cock out through the hole in his underwear.
There isn’t much now left to his resolve, and you know it. You begin placing gentle kisses on the tip of his swollen cock. His cheeks are burning and he is doing all he can not to look down at you. You probably look so fucking good. He knows as soon as he does it, he’s done for.
And lucky for you, he does exactly that. His eyes move down to watch you as you start taking the head of his cock into your hot mouth. Megumi trembles from head to toe as you wrap your lips around him and begin sucking his leaking cock. The moans and curses that fall from his lips are like music to your ears. And you know it’s your victory song as well.
“I-if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” Megumi hisses through gritted teeth. You take his cock so well. Your mouth is much too warm and wet for him to want you to stop now.
You pull off of him for a moment, and you continue to jerk him off as you catch your breath.
your boyfriend had been bulking for the last few weeks, and it was beginning to show. he was becoming distractingly sexy.
megumi had always been on the skinnier side. those tall scrawny arms hanging from his torso, thin calves that looked easy to snap in half. it wasn’t that he wasn’t strong, though. megumi had always been fit - which had been proved a million times from the way he manhandled you in bed - but now it was on another level. he actually had muscle mass. even a bit of fat tissue.
you couldn’t help but stare every time you had the chance.
megumi brushing his teeth in the bathroom in the morning, black hair still messy, shorts hanging loose on his waist. back muscles accentuating under the yellow light, biceps and triceps clenching sharply as he moved. like a greek god being carved.
megumi padding across the living room, leaning down to pet his demon dog that lazily flapped its tail in satisfaction. his shirt strained against his back, bulges of muscle peeking through the fabric. nearly asking you to stare.
megumi putting on his shoes.
megumi making breakfast.
megumi doing literally fucking anything.
your favorite part was his growing pecs. as if he was swolling with feminine fertility, even though you knew it was simply the increased calories and weight training that was filling him up.
when you rode megumi, hips desperately grinding on his cock, you wasn’t sure whether to stare at his tits and abs or those sharp dark eyes that pierced through you. both sights made you equally coat his shaft with a white rim, so it didn’t really matter anyway.
oh, and his arms. those damn forearms, where the pale skin was just barely hiding the thick veins underneath.
especially when his large hands gripped your hips, megumi’s veins bulged through, pumping arousal and blood all across his body. he began to piston his cock up into you, making you nearly cry.
“‘gumiiiii-“ you moaned, hands frantically trying to grip something on his body to hold onto. to bear the pleasure he was giving you.
megumi was holding back moans as well, with the way his jaw was nearly snapping from the force his teeth were gritted together with.
“f-fuck- i’m cumming- s-shit-“ were the only words he managed to grunt out before forcing his cock deep, filling your tight hole up.
warm ropes of cum painted you from the inside, the seed spilling from your pussy over to megumi’s pelvis, coating the sharp v line and the ridges of his lower abs. almost draining all the way to his navel.
hell. it was a fucking sin to have such a sexy boyfriend.
16 fics, 20k - 260k words (ordered by word count), lots of slow burn and angst with happy endings:), all on a03!
part 2 here~
✪ – stsg staples (if new, start here ;o) | ✵ – personal favs
+ blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me (flyingmonkiesattack)
"Or: Getou Suguru is married and doesn't believe in soulmates. But when he meets Gojo Satoru, he can't help but be enthralled by the man."
(Soulmate-identifying Marks, Cheating, ANGST)
wc: 20k / Complete
+ loved you first (flyingmonkiesattack)
“Satoru is used to being clingy with his best friend, draping himself all over Suguru at any and every opportunity. Suguru never seems to mind, giving back just as much as he takes.
And then he gets a boyfriend, and Satoru’s world comes crashing down.”
(Jealous Gojo Satoru, Getting Together, First Time)
WC: 21k / Complete
+ ✵ i'll become your wound (ordinarymonsters)
“He would know this voice anywhere—the softness of it, the warmth. It curls around him, achingly familiar. It’s been ten years, but there are some things not even time can erase. He’s certain he would even recognize the smell of him. The air is thick with coffee beans and breaded pastries, but if it was all stripped to nothing, Satoru would know the slight spice and clean scent of Geto Suguru as well as he knows himself.”
-Or, it’s been ten years, and this is how they fell apart—only to fall back together again."
(Getting Together, Falling Apart, Second Chances)
WC: 23k / Complete
+ ✵ me and my husband, we're doing better (interludewings)
“In which Satoru Gojo decides to adopt two children, only to discover that he accidentally married his ex-boyfriend, Suguru Geto, during a drunken episode just months before their breakup. Now, they find themselves living together, forced to maintain the facade of a loving couple. This leads to a series of petty tricks, cringe-worthy pet names, and the unexpected challenge of raising children together.”
(Exes to Lovers, Fake Marriage, Family Fluff)
WC: 46k / Complete
+ crash course on intoxication (velourfantasy)
“There might not be any curse more twisted than love, but frequent alcoholism sure does come close.
Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru are in the prime of their lives. They share an apartment together at the same college, they're studying things they both like, and their best friendship is just as strong as ever. It's everything Gojo hoped for and more...until he walks in on his best friend getting laid at a party he forced him to attend.
Or: Gojo realizes his feelings for Getou run much deeper than friendship, jam packed with alcohol-induced incidents and metaphors.”
(AU - College/University, Roommates, Unrequited Requited Love)
WC: 48k / Incomplete
(pray that we get an update soon.)
+ ✪ carry me home (valleykey)
“The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?”
Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?”
Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough. “...Whoops?”
“I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking. Probably.
///OR: Shortly before Getō would have massacred a village, he and Gojō are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Getō is conspicuously absent from.”
(Time Travel Fix-It, Geto Suguru-centric, ft. mental spiraling)
WC: 58k / Complete
+ ✪ 愛のある場所; river of light (that brings me to you) (cosmichorrour)
“A lesson in love is a lesson in swimming. Except for Suguru, it’s getting dropped into the deep end with the tide licking at his neck, no kickboard or life preserver keeping him afloat.
(Or: This is how Satoru finds the ocean.)
(“in love with your best friend things + butterflies in the stomach things.”)
WC: 67k / Complete
+ what's it worth to you? (FrozenChopsticks)
“Geto Suguru has done some wild shit for a dollar. He's worked crappy jobs, he's endured awful bosses, but this might be the craziest yet. How hard could it be to be a sugar baby for some pretty boy with a couple million followers online and enough money to run a small nation?
Very hard, apparently. And it's not just Gojo's high-maintenance behavior that's hard on Suguru. (no pun intended)
Neither man has done this before, but it's a good thing they are both experts at pretending like they know what they're doing. And accidentally falling for each other isn't exactly what they had in mind.”
(SUGAR DADDY, Influencer Gojo Satoru, Graduate Student Geto Suguru, SMUTTY)
WC: 86k / Complete
(so angsty. so horny. FrozenChopsticks >>>)
+ ✪ little things to live for (LyricalPary)
“Suguru is ten years old when Gojo Satoru comes into his life.
He's nineteen years old when Gojo Satoru becomes his life.
(or, falling in love with his childhood best friend during their annual trip to Okinawa was never part of the plan).”
(Growing Up Together, Summer Romance, Hurt/Comfort)
WC: 101k / Complete
+ ✵✵✵ crimson supernova (serenadewave)
“"You don't know what you're talking about," Suguru says dismissively, his voice laced with quiet indifference and a hint of irritation. The deliberate clink of books and pens echoes in the stillness, a subtle reminder of the distance he’s putting between them. His gaze flickers toward Satoru. “And get off my desk.”
Satoru’s lips curl into a smug smile as he rolls his tongue over the lollipop hanging lazily from his mouth. Unbothered, his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Or what, Professor?"
OR: It started out as a game, just something for Satoru to pass the time in lectures so as not to go insane. Really, that's all it was. How the hell it managed to erupt and morph into this, Satoru has no idea.”
(Professor Geto Suguru, College/University Satoru, Teacher-Student Relationship, both are adults, SLOW BURN)
WC: 104k / Incomplete
(THE slow burn of slow burn. I would genuinely sell my soul for this fic. the weekly updates keep me alive).
+ ✵ (when facing) the things we turn away from (Darkness747)
“Suguru had let it go too far with Satoru. But what else was he supposed to do when Satoru was right there, looking at him in the beautiful way he always looked at people? What else was he supposed to do when he could feel Satoru’s body heat from across the bed? Or when their hands accidentally brushed as they walked through the hallways at school? Suguru’s heart broke within him, reconstructing, swelling, bleeding, and breaking again each time Satoru’s eyes met his, looking at him in the beautiful way he really only looked at Suguru.
Or (in a less poetic version): the coming-of-age American high school trope but it's Satosugu.”
(AU - high school, ANGST, Teen Romance)
WC: 109k / Complete
+ you left your mark (FrozenChopsticks)
“At 28, Gojo Satoru's got a whole lot of things going right. He's got a business he loves, co-workers who adore (read: tolerate) him, and a kid he looks after. To his mother however, there are a whole lot of things he's doing wrong.
In a bid to assuage his mother's worries about her son staying single forever, he visits a matchmaker. What he expects is a fun time to laugh about later. What he gets is a run in with the man who loved him and left him eight years ago.
Geto Suguru is a different man from the boy he grew up alongside and shared so many firsts with. Even if Suguru has been assigned to find Satoru his future wife, they both can't deny the tension that still simmers between them.
And Satoru's going to do just about anything to get back the man he fumbled so long before…”
(Matchmaking, Second Chances, Tattoo Artist Gojo Satoru, Romantic Dramedy?)
WC: 112k / Complete
(Tattoo Artist Gojo Satoru. TATTOO ARTIST GOJO SATORU.)
+ for you, my life (TokyoBunny)
“A story where Gojo didn't- couldn't kill Suguru Geto that day and the windfall that came with his weakness in that moment.”
(if gojo saved geto, And they fell in love, caretaking)
WC: 136k / Complete
+ split (ohsocyanide)
““Speaking of,” Nanami said, possessing all the eloquence of someone who knew precisely how devastating words could be, “I heard you were getting a divorce.”
"A separation," Gojo corrected him primly.”
(Married Geto/Gojo, Parents Geto/Gojo, AU-Canon Divergence)
WC: 142k / Incomplete
+ see you through my eyes (svarozhich)
“Satoru Gojo is the pinnacle of strength and standing at the apex of the jujutsu world comes with a price paid in lonely hours and haunting memories. Not so long ago the now-empty spot beside him was occupied by someone capable of reaching out through Infinity and keeping up with his pace; another name worthy of standing equal to his. A best friend he killed with his own hands. The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons happened almost a year ago. Suguru Geto is supposed to be dead.
--
“So what actually happens when in assumption the body dies, but turns out the soul does not?”
A story about second chances.”
(AU- Canon Divergence, Post-Shibuya, Fix–It of Sorts, Getting Together)
WC: 231k / Complete
+ ✪ coanda effect (bunniehoney)
“The JJK motorsport AU based on Formula One.”
(Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Driver Gojo, Team Principal Geto)
WC: 262k / Complete
(The woman, the myth, the legend herself. Basically invented satosugu.)
++ drop your fav fics in the comments below challenge, go!
⡴ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⡴ didn’t even touch word count
he’s balls deep in you, and yet of course he’s still spouting stupid bullshit.
“i’m doing good, right baby?” he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what it’s actually supposed to be—a hookup—rhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.
“i—what?” you manage to say, still out of breath from how he’s fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cunt—though you’ll deny how wet you are because of how large gojo’s ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.
“say it.” he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders he’s deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. “say i’m doing good… please?” his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.
“gojo, i’m not fucking doing th—” he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.
“c’mon,” he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. “just say it and i’ll keep fucking you.” he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.
you breathe out. you know he’ll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but you’re close anyway. you’ll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, you’ll just stuff his face with your pussy.
“you’re doing so good, gojo.” you moan out in a shaky voice.
he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like he’s trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.
he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.
“haaah, fuck, baby—say i’m the best you’ve ever had, please.”
“mm, god, gojo you’re the best i’ll ever fucking have.” he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where he’s found solace. he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon.
unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. it’s almost like you’re starting to… like him. ew.
“such a g’boy for me, satoru.” he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.
unfortunately he forgets he’s not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.
he brings his head up, covered in sweat as he’s still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.
he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. “you finally called me satoru!” and then he’s attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down you’re throat like he’s wasn’t just near seizing from cumming.
Bakugo doesn't care for public appearances, especially when that time could be spent at his agency either catching up on paperwork or out stopping a villain from harming the city he protects. But, he does it for the kids (thanks to Deku and Kirishima's influence).
What he doesn't expect is to see you there, completely decked out head to toe in Dynamight-themed gear, some you even had a say in designing. The nice thing though is no one knows who you are minus the security team — you always know he uses the same group and they recognize you by now.
When you approach the table, Bakugo doesn't recognize you at first under the brim of your hat, he mechanical interaction starting up automatically.
"Hey, th—" and his eyes narrow when he finally looks up from the event table. His voice lowers. "The fuck y'doin' here, baby? Did you..." and he peers around you, seeing how long the line is behind you. "You waited in line?"
"Mhm," you nod with a playful smile. "Wanted to support my favorite hero. Can you sign this for me?" And you slide a copy of one of your wedding pictures across the table.
Bakugo throws his head back, a genuine laugh leaving him.
fratkunas dick so good it put u to sleep 😴😳cw: lowkey size kink smut, smut and more smut
Sukuna had you in a meean mating press. your legs hung lazily hung on his broad shoulders as he rutted into you. dick nearly bullying your cervix as it got lost in your gummy walls.
His hands gripped at your waist, his large fingers engulf your entire stomach squeezing the soft flesh with a practical death grip as you clenched around him, squeezing like a velvet vice. cunt squelching with your previous orgasms mixed in with his running down your thighs and creating a milky white ring around the base of his cock.
“shiitt you’re dripping, all f’me..” he murmurs as one of his hand descended from your waist, moving down to your sticky thighs as he smeared the blend of your orgasms together from your thighs now on his fingers and moved it up to rub you clit lazily with his thumb. he did the same with his other hand but instead sticked his index and middle finger into your mouth.
you whined against his fingers but didn’t refuse them. your tongue swirled around his digits sucking his fingers clean.
“You like baby? You like when you can taste what we made together?” he growled, plunging his fingers deeper down your throat. just as quickly as he shoved his fingers in, he pulled them out and wrapped them around your throat (not too hard of course.)
“I asked you a question.” he said, voice thick and demanding with a lazy grin on his face as he started to thrust faster in you.
“y-yes it taste too good kuna!!” you managed to get out in between your moans and whines. he chuckled and removed his hand from your throat but instead pressing it on your lower abdomen making the knot in your stomach begin to loosen
“m’ gonna cum..!!” you warned until eventually reaching your high, creaming all over his meaty cock with your body trembling from how good it felt. it didn’t take long for him to follow from how tight you were clenching and squeezing around him. one big thrust and a deep groan, hot ropes of cum filled you up to the brim.
he stayed inside you until he softened. he watched in awe as he pulled out and saw his cum oozing out of you. he didn’t realize you already dozed off until he heard a soft snore which made him perk up to see that you were already gone. eyes fluttered shut. lips slightly parted, soft breathing and occasional snores.
he smirked at the sight. tucking you into the covers even though you were sticky and messy.. that’s tomorrow’s problem.
“mmh, damn. my dick so good it put you right to sleep huh?” he chuckled and pressed a light kiss to your forehead
“rest well.”
don't remember where i got the dividers im sorry if no credit 🥺
A filthy man who loves you, inside and out. Literally.
He wants… no, sorry, NEEDS to eat you out after you've just gotten home from work or lectures, the gym. Shit, he doesn't care if there isn't anywhere for you to lay down, he'll pick you up against the wall, up on his shoulders, not caring if your head hit the ceiling. Face buried into your cunt, his maw and handsome face covered in your essence. No shame in it. He loves it when you haven't showered and gets to taste your musk.
You're dozing off on the couch? He's suddenly in front of you, lazily stroking his cock, smacking it against your face, smearing his precum all over your lips, cheeks, nose. No shame, i say. He just wants to rub against your pretty, tired face. And then cums on your waiting tongue.
Andddd then kisses you, mixing the release in both of your mouths.
It gets even better.
He wants to be inside of you while you sleep. He wants you to cockwarm him while doing anything, everything.
He needs your spit in his mouth. Your damn pussy juices, sweat and tears on his tongue.
When he folds you over, face down in the pillows and ass up in the air for him, he doesn't care and shoves a thumb in the other hole, he likes to watch it pucker around it while driving his stupid, fat cock inside of you. His balls hitting your puffy lips in a lewd rhythm.
Using the bathroom isn't safe too, taking a shower or even trying to take a damn piss, he's gonna stand there and watch, a cocky smirk on his split lip. If you lock the door? He will find a way to get in.
When you're not home? Your panties get abused instead. He likes to sniff them- wrap them around his cock to fuck them, taste them.
He just misses you, that's all.
When he's out on a mission, he always takes your most recent worn pair with him. A good luck charm, he says.
Art: hunnismoker on insta
Yoon's notes: EEK WILL WRITE TOJI BUSH PROPAGANDA SOON...
Reupload from my old account @/yoonsucksalot ! edited a bit hihi
HUGE MEGA DRIPPING WET THANKS TO @liliklei @yorikae !!!
