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I was feeling real inspired during exam season but now that i actually got time to write it’s crickets
firefighter!Toji gets injured on the job and suddenly finds himself at your mercy
Toji had suffered a concussion and a fracture to his right leg while saving two people from a burning building, and somehow, being put on bed rest was the worst thing that could’ve happened to him.
You walked in from a quick grocery run to find him halfway across the living room, crutches barely holding him up while he dragged himself toward the couch making you nearly drop every bag on the floor “Toji!”
He looked up, completely and infiruatingly unbothered “What are you doing?” You grabbed his arm before he could take another limping step “You’re not supposed to be walking around!”
“Sick of the bedroom, wanted the couch” he said, like that was more than a reasonable explanation.
“Oh my God, you’re so damn hardheaded” You guided him the rest of the way to the couch, where he dropped down with a satisfied exhale. His injured leg stretched across the cushions while the other hung off the side, and you immediately adjusted the blanket over him.
“Did you take your afternoon meds? Does your leg hurt? You were walking on it—”
“Yeah, yeah, I took ’em” Toji leaned back against the armrest, far too entertained by your concern. The fractured leg barely registered as more than an inconvenience to him. To you, it had been the worst phone call of your life.
He still teased you about crying all over his hospital bed that day, unable to understand why you were so upset when he’d survived just fine.
“More importantly, what time you picking up the brat from judo?” he asked, hand settling on your thigh out of nowhere.
You looked at him sideways “Around five. Why…?”
“Why” he repeated, like the question amused him. His hands moved to your waist, and before you could react, he was pulling you down onto the couch with him, maneuvering you between his legs with too much ease for an injured man “you been treating me like a porcelain doll for weeks” he said, grinning up at you “I broke my leg, the rest works just fine”
“Toji, the doctor said–” You began but he cut you off with a scuff
“Just say you don’t wanna put in the work” The grin didn’t waver “Wouldn’t expect much else from a pillow princess anyway”
You knew better than to fall for his provocations, but this was just too much, even for you.
And Toji couldn’t have possibly anticipated such a complete 180 from you. His doting personal nurse from just a few hours ago now had him shaking, face flushed and twisted into a mix of pleasure and frustration “Fucking hell… ha—I can’t” he blurted out in that rough, raspy voice of his.
Your grip on his aching cock loosened slightly so as not to push him over the edge just yet “You need to hold it in a little longer. Come on, you can do it” you cooed, cruelly stroking his twitching dick nice and slow, relishing the thick string of precum that dripped onto his stomach.
“I told you I can’t, woman!” he groaned, his voice breaking. He immediately regretted raising his voice when he felt your thumb glide along one of his veins before pressing against his urethral opening “B-baby, wait… if you press there—ngh!”
His head shot back when you applied more pressure to the sensitive spot, his words catching in his throat as his eyes widened at the strange sensation “Oh, now it’s baby, huh?” you teased, leaning in until your lips brushed against his neck. “You wanna cum that badly?” Toji had never nodded faster in his life.
You hummed, pulling back to get a better look at him. God, he looked delicious. His cheeks and ears were flushed a pretty shade of pink, eyes glossy, lips trembling “You sure? Use your words” You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you.
“Fuck! Please, okay?” he gasped “I wanna cum” The words clearly burned on the way out, but what other choice did he have?
“Alright then, since you asked so nicely" You could see the relief wash over his face immediately. Poor thing had no idea what was waiting for him.
Toji was lightheaded by now, incoherent words and shameless moans slipping freely from his mouth. His calloused hands gripped at your thighs in a desperate attempt to slow you down as you continued bouncing on his oversensitive cock, warm cunt hugging him so tightly like you were trying to milk him dry, which you were “Ah—I can’t! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried, feeling himself cum again, filling you up for the third time now.
“Wow…your loads aren’t getting any smaller” you breathed, readjusting yourself as you leaned against his chest “you’re real pretty like this, you know?" You grinned, but Toji didn’t seem interested in compliments at the moment.
“s'nough… can’t…” he managed between quick breaths, eyes dropping to where the two of you were connected, his pelvis coated in your juices and his cum “You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you?” you reminded him.
Toji cursed himself for not seeing through your little scheme sooner. As soon as this leg healed, he was definitely getting payback. Tenfold.
But for now, you were going to enjoy hearing that cocky asshole beg again and again until you overstimulated that stubbornness out of him.
just finished binge watching blue lock didn’t except to love it so much!!
drummer!Eren forgets all about his stage fright the second you walk into his dressing room (part 1)
“Eren, open the damn door before I leave” the lock clicked almost immediately.
Eren opened the door looking stressed as hell, hair messy from dragging his hands through it too much. But the second he realized it was you standing there, his entire face changed, softening instantly “…You came?”
“Yes, I came, dumbass” You brushed past him into the room immediately “What the fuck is up with you? People are getting impatient, including me”
Eren shut the door behind you before dropping onto the leather couch with a groan “There’s too many people out there”
“You literally spent the whole week harassing people on campus to come to your stupid gig” you stated, vividly remembering him shoving his stupid little flyers in peoples faces, including the damn faculty staff.
“Yeah, but I didn’t think they actually would” He rubbed both hands down his face dramatically, smudging his dark eye makeup a little “What if we suck? What if everybody leaves halfway through? Jean’s already pissed off, Connie keeps forgetting shit, and if I fuck up one song the whole set’s–”
“Ugh! you’re overthinking it”
“No, I’m serious” Eren looked up at you finally, frustration and anxiety written all over his face “I can literally hear people out there talking about us and we haven’t even gone onstage yet. What if they think we’re straight ass?”
You stared at him for a second because this genuinely did not feel real. Eren usually moved through life like embarrassment physically could not touch him. How was someone like that even nervous right now? “And if we miss one cue—”
You grabbed his jaw and kissed him before he could continue his self deprecating rant, words dying in his throat instantly.
Klay Thompson you will pay.
student-athlete!Choso only behaves when access to you is revoked
Choso hates running and going to class.
Not in the normal exhausted way like his teamates. No, he just doesn’t care. He does track because Yuji did, because he’s insanely good at it, because it pays for school. The part where he has to attend classes though. It’s very much optional to him. Half the time he shows up to practice just enough to stay eligible, then dissapears to god knows where. In his head, he’s been doing fine because he still shows up for you. And right now, after weeks of barely catching you between meets, that’s all he cares about.
The second the door shuts, he’s on you. No hesitation, hands pulling you in like he’s been thinking about this all week, because he has “Missed you so much,baby” he breathes, already kissing you like he forgot how to pace himself the second he touched you again.
And you let him just to feel how eager he is, the way he’s already chasing more before you’ve even given him anything. He’s moving like a starved man, dropping to his knees like that’s where he was actually meant to be all this time.
“She missed me too?” he murmurs, half-dazed, voice soft and deliciously needy, like he already knows the answer with the way your panties are soaked, still ,he needs to hear you say it anyway.
You smile, slow but hiding something “Hm,” you hum, like you’re thinking about it “Yeah… she did”
His grip tightens around the soft lace of your underwear immediately, breath hitching, like he’s been rewarded for something he didn’t even earn yet. He leans in again, somehow even more desperate than before and he can’t waste one more second.
But you stop him. Kitten heel gently but firmly pressing against his clothed hard on, holding him exactly where he is.
He freezes, trying to process this feeling of discomfort but also something he can’t quite call anything except…good?
“…baby” he breathes, trying to move past it, to finally get his hands or more like his mouth on what he needs “Ha–please..I can’t move”
You press a bit harder, drawing out a cute mewl out of him “You know what else missed you?” you say softly.
he pauses before opening his mouth “..what?” he asks.
“Your classes, Choso” you chuckle and you see it immediately, the realization. It was cute just how caught he was “heard you been skipping”
“I-I’ve been going to practice” he mumbles in a pathetic attempt to defend himself. You press your heel just a little more “Agh–fuck..” He lets out a rough, breathy sound at the pressure, hand snapping to your ankle, rings clinking softly against your bracelet as he grips you tighter.
“You know that’s not enough, right?” you say, watching him lose whatever little composure he had left.
“I’ll go, okay?” he says quickly, nodding like he’s agreeing before you even finish “I’ll go, I swear. I just—” he cuts himself off, glancing back at you, clearly struggling to focus with your glistening pussy just at arms reach “Don’t deny me this, please”
You raise a brow.
“Please,” he repeats, softer this time, hands tightening on your legs like he needs to keep you close even if you’re not letting him move forward “I-I’ll go to class. I will. I’ll go to all of them, I won’t skip, I’ll stay at practice, I won’t leave early, I’ll—” he exhales, frustrated with himself, voice dropping into something almost pathetic “I’ll be good, I swear”
You tilt your head “Good?”
He nods immediately “Yeah–Yes!”
“How ?”
“Like…” he hesitates, then just gives in, eyes flicking up to you, serious in a way that you’ve frankly never seen before “however you want”
That does something. You don’t move right away. Just let him sit there, waiting, actually waiting, like he knows he doesn’t get anything until you decide “…promise?” you ask “don’t wanna get more emails from your coach ‘bout you”
“I promise!” he says instantly with no hesitation or even questioning why the hell his coach snitching on him to his girlfriend.
You press your heel into him one last time, just to make him feel it, not that he disliked it, apparent from his tip leaking pre through his shorts. Then slowly move it.
Choso lets out a sigh of relief, finally burying his face between your thighs “—mmph… fuh..tastes s’good…” he mumbles, voice muffled and sloppy against your clit and god was he starving for your perfect cunt, eyes rolling back the moment he inhaled your sweer scent “s-slow down, Cho” you whimper, but maybe making him wait just 5 more minutes was gonna cost you at least 3 orgasms tonight and non functional legs the next day.
Oh well, at least you got your point across.
student-athlete!Choso only behaves when access to you is revoked
Choso hates running and going to class.
Not in the normal exhausted way like his teamates. No, he just doesn’t care. He does track because Yuji did, because he’s insanely good at it, because it pays for school. The part where he has to attend classes though. It’s very much optional to him. Half the time he shows up to practice just enough to stay eligible, then dissapears to god knows where. In his head, he’s been doing fine because he still shows up for you. And right now, after weeks of barely catching you between meets, that’s all he cares about.
The second the door shuts, he’s on you. No hesitation, hands pulling you in like he’s been thinking about this all week, because he has “Missed you so much,baby” he breathes, already kissing you like he forgot how to pace himself the second he touched you again.
And you let him just to feel how eager he is, the way he’s already chasing more before you’ve even given him anything. He’s moving like a starved man, dropping to his knees like that’s where he was actually meant to be all this time.
“She missed me too?” he murmurs, half-dazed, voice soft and deliciously needy, like he already knows the answer with the way your panties are soaked, still ,he needs to hear you say it anyway.
You smile, slow but hiding something “Hm,” you hum, like you’re thinking about it “Yeah… she did”
His grip tightens around the soft lace of your underwear immediately, breath hitching, like he’s been rewarded for something he didn’t even earn yet. He leans in again, somehow even more desperate than before and he can’t waste one more second.
But you stop him. Kitten heel gently but firmly pressing against his clothed hard on, holding him exactly where he is.
He freezes, trying to process this feeling of discomfort but also something he can’t quite call anything except…good?
“…baby” he breathes, trying to move past it, to finally get his hands or more like his mouth on what he needs “Ha–please..I can’t move”
You press a bit harder, drawing out a cute mewl out of him “You know what else missed you?” you say softly.
he pauses before opening his mouth “..what?” he asks.
“Your classes, Choso” you chuckle and you see it immediately, the realization. It was cute just how caught he was “heard you been skipping”
“I-I’ve been going to practice” he mumbles in a pathetic attempt to defend himself. You press your heel just a little more “Agh–fuck..” He lets out a rough, breathy sound at the pressure, hand snapping to your ankle, rings clinking softly against your bracelet as he grips you tighter.
“You know that’s not enough, right?” you say, watching him lose whatever little composure he had left.
“I’ll go, okay?” he says quickly, nodding like he’s agreeing before you even finish “I’ll go, I swear. I just—” he cuts himself off, glancing back at you, clearly struggling to focus with your glistening pussy just at arms reach “Don’t deny me this, please”
You raise a brow.
“Please,” he repeats, softer this time, hands tightening on your legs like he needs to keep you close even if you’re not letting him move forward “I-I’ll go to class. I will. I’ll go to all of them, I won’t skip, I’ll stay at practice, I won’t leave early, I’ll—” he exhales, frustrated with himself, voice dropping into something almost pathetic “I’ll be good, I swear”
You tilt your head “Good?”
He nods immediately “Yeah–Yes!”
“How ?”
“Like…” he hesitates, then just gives in, eyes flicking up to you, serious in a way that you’ve frankly never seen before “however you want”
That does something. You don’t move right away. Just let him sit there, waiting, actually waiting, like he knows he doesn’t get anything until you decide “…promise?” you ask “don’t wanna get more emails from your coach ‘bout you”
“I promise!” he says instantly with no hesitation or even questioning why the hell his coach snitching on him to his girlfriend.
You press your heel into him one last time, just to make him feel it, not that he disliked it, apparent from his tip leaking pre through his shorts. Then slowly moved it.
Choso lets out a sigh of relief, finally burying his face between your thighs “—mmph… fuh..tastes s’good…” he mumbles, voice muffled and sloppy against your clit and god was he starving for your perfect cunt, eyes rolling back the moment he inhaled your sweet scent “s-slow down, Cho” you whimper, but maybe making him wait just 5 more minutes was gonna cost you at least 3 orgasms tonight and non functional legs the next day.
Oh well, at least you got your point across.
next choso fic in 5
(love your writing, c’est excellent)
Merciii😋 my page bout to turn into a Choso fan page cuz I got like 3 more drafts of him
you’re sweet bf!Choso failed to mention he was a virgin until…he was inside you
You’d just made it official with Choso, and honestly? You’d been on cloud nine, and he’d been keeping you there every day and night.
Nights at his place were heavy with sweet words, soft touches, kisses all the way down to between your legs that left your heart racing and your mind spinning,wanting more while still tugging at his hair because you couldn’t take it anymore. He’d been patient with you, careful, always watching your reactions like they were the most important thing in the world.
You had no reason to suspect anything was off, right?
You were on top, lips tangled with his after you finally managed to lower yourself on his ridiculously thick cock, wet pussy wrapped so tightly around him–Choso felt like he was getting dizzy from the sensation which made him unusually tense “Cho..you okay, baby” you breathed out between kisses on his jaw.
He let out a strained groan, hands tightening around your hips like he needed something to hold onto“Yeah..sorry, I’ve never gone this far before so the feeling is a bit—”
Your eyes went wide as you shot back, the sudden movement making him whine “Wait… what!?” your mouth fell agape “W-why are you just telling me this now?” You rambled, unsure what to do or how to feel.
He shrugged, like he genuinely didn’t see the big deal “Yeah I didn’t think it was important. We’re together so it was going to happen eventually…”
You blinked at him for a second, heart squeezing “… but we could’ve waited until you were ready” you suddenly felt this weird flicker of guilt, like you’d accidentally taken something from him without realizing it.
“please don’t get upset” His hands slid up your thighs, holding on a little tighter “I don’t care as long as it’s with you. I promise I’ll make you feel good! If that’s what you’re worried about…” He averted his gaze, like he hadn’t even thought about that until now.
You’d been looking at his face without really realizing it but he just looked so deliciously slutty. Cheeks flushed a soft pink, hair tousled across the pillow, eyes half-lidded and locked on you like you were the only thing that existed, like he had no control and was entirely yours
Your sympathy lasted about three seconds when you saw how ruined he was for you.
Because the moment you shifted slightly, Choso’s head tipped back and a cute, helpless sound came out of him “Ha–” he bit his bottom lip. You grinned and rocked your hips again “Oh—fuck—” he groaned quietly, fingers digging into your hips.
“I’m barely doing anything, Cho” you teased, planting your palms flat against his pecks. Choso looked up at you with a dazed expression that made your pussy flutter “J-just…give me a second”
You lifted your hips and slowly brought them back down until your ass met his thighs. your lip catching between your teeth as his dick dragged against your walls “Hmph–fuck!” He cried out, eyes glued on the part where the two of you connected “Baby…please” he looked up with those needy eyes that just had you clenching around him so hard “It’s too much…”
You leaned down, brushing a kiss along his jaw as he wrapped his arms around you “I know,my love” you said softly with a smile “I’ll go slow, ‘kay?” Another rock of your hips had him sucking in a breath and he immediately brought his forearm up over his eyes, hiding his face like that might help “Ha—wait—” he whined under his breath.
You laughed quietly, planting your hands on his chest. “So sensitive~” You bounced this time, a little faster, and his other hand came up to cover his face completely, fingers pressing against his eyes as another shaky sound slipped out of him, lips quivering from the unexplainable pleasure he felt right now from your cruel cunt sucking him in.
“P-please” he groaned, voice muffled behind his hands “Ha–ha..feels so…so” You couldn’t help smiling down at him, leaning forward so you could see his cute little face “good?”
He nodded, little whines slipping past his lips, and you felt your chest tighten, fuck, why was he so cute? “Come on,” you purred, tugging gently at his wrists, “show me your face~”
He hesitated, jaw tight and you couldn’t help the little smirk that crept over your lips. He peeked through his fingers, eyes glossy and entirely addicted to you.
“That’s it,” you whispered, leaning down so your forehead rested against his, watching every tiny quiver in his expression. His hands dropped slowly and you pressed closer, letting him feel the full weight of you against him.
He whimpered low, shaky breaths fanning across your skin “Shit-so warm…fuck”
“Ha-hmph…you like this, don’t you?” you murmured, fingers sliding lightly over his arms, breathing quickening as you picked up the pace riding him.
He groaned again, whimpering “yes! yeah so…so much–shit” His voice broke on each word, pathetic and needy, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that trembled through you.
you might be enjoying this a little too much.
Open up to me-TA!Nanami
TA!Nanami who’s roaming the third floor of the library late, trying to find a quiet, isolated spot to quickly grade his papers when, he notices you in one of the study rooms alone, door slightly cracked, laptop open, papers spread, so focused you don’t even notice him in the doorway.
TA!Nanami who should be used to it by now but still hates seeing you so exhausted and overworked, mostly because he’s been there. He knows exactly what it feels like to be so ambitious you push yourself past the point of reason. And part of him aches to make you stop, to make you relax for once. Admirable right? Well, not when he’s been dreaming of doing so by fucking the stress out of you, make your brain shut off completely, just for a second, just for him.
He shouldn’t want it. You’re one of the most passionate students he’s ever had… and somehow, impossibly, his favorite fantasy.
TA!Nanami who steps in anyway, quietly closing the door behind him “You shouldn’t be doing this to yourself” he says, voice low and unusually rough. Miserably trying to hide his true intentions.
You glance up, shy smile pulling at your lips “God, at this point, I can’t help it”
He moves closer, leaning over your chair, leaving all the morals he onced cherished so much behind him when he gazed down your exposed neck, already dreaming of leaving his mark on it “I can help you,” he murmurs “Let me…please”
It’s painfully obvious from the hungry look in his eyes. He wants to unravel you, make you forget everything else, be the center of your attention even if it goes against everything he stands for.
TA!Nanami whose eyes are practically rolling into the back of his head as your perfect plush thighs squeeze his head, the taste of your sweet cunt, your quick huffs, your soft skin almost sending him into a trance “Ha! Fuck…s-sir” you gasp not knowing what do to with yourself as your favorite TA ate you out “I-I can’t” you bit your lip, fingers tangling in his blond hair, tugging desperately, trying to make him stop. Nanami doesn’t budge, only dipping down to your dripping hole, tongue circling it while his nose nudged at your clit. His cock twitching in his slacks at your cute but poorly muffled moans and quiet cries, hole clenching around his tongue which had him groaning against you.
“Ha—Kento!” You let out a painfully embarrassing cry that only made him hold onto your thighs thighter while he ate you off the bone, not caring for how loud his slurping of your addictive juices were or how loud the both of you were getting as he’s too obsessed with making you feel every bit of pleasure he can give “Cum for me—ha…please,I want it” he begs, eyes low and cheeks a pretty pink, in such a whiny voice that turns you on more than you wish “Want to make you feel so-so fucking good” he mumbles, tongue already sticking back out and licking up your clit, enjoying the way your whole body flinched “w-wait” you tried to get out from his grip as he keeps flicking his tongue at your clit mercilessly and you don’t even have the time to realize it before your cum is dripping down his chin, droplets getting onto his shirt, chest heaving as a singular tear drop rolled down your cheek.
TA!Nanami who spent the next twenty-four hours wondering what the hell he had done. Half of him telling himself he completely lost it. The other half replaying it in his head and hating how he tried to remember the taste of your juices.
Then he walks into class and sees you in your usual seat. But you look different. Like you slept for three days straight and caught up on every hour you’d been losing all semester. When your eyes meet his for a second there’s this small, knowing look between you two. Nanami just looks away and exhales hard, realizing that he’d done exactly what he wanted: he made you forget, just for short moment, all your responsibilities.
finally I wrote for my man! still working on the incredible requests I got for him <3
you’re always at your bestie Yuji’s talking reckless until unc!Sukuna overhears you calling him fine
unc!Sukuna who closes his tattoo shop early because he’s tired and feels like it, despite piercer!Choso’s protest.
unc!Sukuna who’s already irritated when he finds you and Yuji laughing loud as hell, making a mess in his kitchen, both of you glued to the counter, snacking and joking like you did almost every day for the past 3 months.
unc!Sukuna who freezes halfway up the stairs, because he hears it, something loud and careless “Ugh, I’d literally be so easy for your uncle, he’s so fine—argh!” Yuji gags, tossing a chip at you “Ew!! I don’t want to hear that shit!”followed by you giggling
unc!Sukuna who’s laughs it off in the moment but starts noticing all the little things he didn’t register before like the way you drag his name out when you greet him, “Hi, Ryyyyoo,” or how you hug him and hold on a little too long. Every time you do it, Yuji cringes, but Sukuna hadn’t realized how intentional it all felt… and how much it did to him.
unc!Sukuna who knows damn well you’re younger. Knows you’re his nephew’s best friend. Knows it’d be fucked up to entertain it even though he badly wants to
Still doesn’t stop the way his eyes follow you now.
unc!Sukuna who catches you by the door one night, slipping your shoes on while Yuji was still on the game upstairs. “You heading out?” he asks, casual. You nod a bit too quick “come on, I’ll drop you off” he says.
unc!Sukuna who, at the red light, can’t ignore how tense you are all of a sudden "you're always so shy 'round me" he finally says, catching your attention “Which is funny…‘cause it don’t line up with the crazy shit you say about me"
He glances over just in time to watch you short-circuit,lips parting like you’re about to lie and realizing you can’t. He lets out a low chuckle.
“You shouldn’t joke like that if you don’t mean it, sweetheart” he says lightly, like he’s giving you an easy way out. He expects–hopes even–that you’d laugh and brush it off, but you don’t. You just look at him, then away, quiet in a way that tells him everything “Oh,” he exhales.
unc!Sukuna who refuses to let you walk away thinking it was one-sided, getting embarrassed and never showing up at the house again. He can’t let that happen.
unc!Sukuna with you on top of him in the backseat, knees planted, hands braced on his broad shoulders like you’re trying to ground yourself. His big, rough hands roam body as if he’s trying to remember it before they settle on your hips.
He looks up at you, eyes low “How long you been thinking about this?” he asks,genuine curiosity mixed in his teasing as he kisses up your collarbone, wet, slow kisses that have you dripping.
You don’t answer–you can’t, not with the way his hard on is pressing against your clit and you can’t help it, you roll your hips just enough to make his grip tighten and startle even him.
He exhales through his nose, a quiet laugh “That long uh” he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in to kiss, lips pressing against yours, parting them to slip his tongue against yours, his hand wrapping around your neck, guiding you closer.
Your hands roam over his chest, fingers pressing into him, breath uneven. Sukuna tilts his head, deepening the kiss, slow yet hungry “Hmm…” he murmurs against your mouth, voice low, thick “Tell me… how you want me”
unc!Sukuna who knows this is by far the worst for both of you, but especially him. There’s no turning back, no pretending it didn’t happen… not that he would’ve wanted to.
Frat!Gojo, who’s too busy being obsessed with his gf to care about his president duties (to vicepresident!geto’s despair)
you’re phone had been buzzing non stop for the past 10min and you already knew who it was before you even picked up.
“girl, pleaseee” geto groans the second you answer,sounding unusually desperate “I am begging you, tell him to get his ass over here now! He listens to you”
on your end of the call, you’re trying but miserably failing to sound normal “I–I know, I’m so sorry,Sugu” you say, breath coming a little quicker than you’d like “I tried, I really did” you weren’t lying you did try to get him to go to that meeting but an army couldn’t pull him off of you when your plush thighs were squeezing his head like you did right now.
“I mean did you, really?” geto scoffs “and–why the fuck do you sound like…that?”
you glance down at the reason why you sounded like that, satoru, who’s smirking like he’s having the time of his life, his cap turned backwards so it wouldn’t get in his way, mouth opening wide to drag his tongue all the way up from your hole to your clit, eagerly collecting all your juices “Hm-fuck..mind your business,” you mutter, breath shaky and legs trying to close but your dear boyfriend effortlessly holds them open “Mmph… who is it?” he mumbles against your lips and you can’t help it, a whine escapes you, and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle it
“Hold on–nah, because I know that ain’t—”geto exhales sharply “put him on the phone!” he yells so loud that even gojo can hear him all the way down there.
“he’s-ha-he’s …busy” satoru’s grin widens. he very deliberately presses a kiss to nub, slow and teasing, like he’s got all the time in the world. like there isn’t a meeting in ten minutes and a vice president on the brink of losing his mind, but he doesn’t care, he’ll skip anything for you, for you sweet voice calling out his name so desperate “sato-please..” you cry out after finally hanging up on geto “suguru’s going crazy” you could already picture it, him pacing around the frat cursing both of you.
satoru finally detaches himself from your sweet cunt, head lifting, eyes low and clearly up to no good. you feel dizzy as you watch him climb back onto you, all his weight on you, warm and heavy. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you against him so tight, like he needs you close just to breathe right.
“Satoru…” you murmur, already weak when his lips start tracing up your neck, slow and wet kisses pressed on every inch of your exposed flesh. You can feel his warm breath against your neck and soft white hair brushing your skin.
His hands slide under your top, palms hot against your skin, softly cupping your tit and suddenly his thumb is brushing past your already hard nipple that has your chest caving in at the sensation. He pulls away just enough for you to catch the faint pink on the tip of his ears.
“yeah?” he teases, voice low “you want me to go be responsible, baby?” he asks, fingers playing with your sensitive nips, enjoying the way you squeezed your eyes shut.
You barely get the chance to answer before he adds, stealing another wet kiss from you “I’ll go,” he promises, clearly lying “After I take care of you, okay?”
𝘣𝘴𝘧.ᐟ𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮
You’re both on your couch, music playing low. Connie’s got his legs sprawled out, grinder in one hand, papers in the other, not taking your argument seriously at all. You’re mid-rant, pointing at him with your perfectly manicured hand.
“You don’t make no typa sense like, that’s literally small dick mentality,” you say, swatting your hand at him.
Connie pauses for half a beat then lets out a smooth, lazy laugh, the kind that vibrates a little in his chest. He doesn’t even look up from the paper he’s filling “Yeah?” he says, real casual, like you just told him the sky is blue. It’s the chill in his voice that gets you. Like he’s not even thinking about it, clearly unbothered. And you hate that your stomach does a little flip.
His calmness throws you off way harder than any comeback would’ve and lowkey intrigues you. You shift on the couch “Yeah” you doubled down.
“Mmh.” He starts rolling again, thumbs moving slow and practiced “Aight, man”
“So you don’t care?” He glances up with that half-lidded stare, amused “Why would I care?”
You scoff, but you’re just trying to push him further “I mean… unless you’re saying you got a big dick…” Connie just smiles slow, almost disrespectfully calm and sits back deeper into your couch like he’s settling in for a movie “That what you think I’m sayin’?” he asks.
You shift in your seat, getting a bit too excited “that’s what you insinuating though”
He rolls the joint between his fingers, eyes dropping to it, then back to you “I ain’t insinuating nothin’,” he murmurs, shrugging slightly “You the one bringin’ it up”
“I wasn’t–”
“You were,” he cuts in “and you probably getting wet just thinkin about it” he remarks, enjoying how your mouth opened in shock.
He finishes rolling, licks the edge slow just doing what he always does but your brain short-circuits anyway. He catches the way you staring at his lap like you got x-ray vision to see what he got going on in his drawls “If you wanna know so bad you can always come check for yourself” he teases with a grin, sinking into the couch, spreading his legs further like an invitation “I ain’t the type to gatekeep”
You stood up, knowing that he was a master bullshitter and confidently walked over, plopping down next to him "Still got time to back out, Con-rad” you teased, sure that he would drop the act but Connie just lit his blunt, logged it between his lips and reached down to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans "Handle the rest yeah" he said, exhaling the smoke down your neck. Fuck, he’s deadass right now, you internally panicked "Or you too pussy ?" he chuckled when you just sat there doing nothing.
You furrowed your eyebrows, hating that cocky tone of his cuz who did he take you for? In one swift move you grabbed the hem of his Calvins and his jeans and pulled them down. You tried to keep a neutral expression but fuck, why was his dick so big and...pretty. Trimmed nicely, pink tip, veiny and thick, you were both annoyed that he had a reason to be so fucking cocky but glad that you got to see it for yourself "Happy now?"
You could’ve stopped there, he clearly had a reason to have such a big mouth even on soft, right? Still, you just had to see it though.
You looked up at him while slowly sliding yourself down between his legs, earning an eyebrow raise from him paired with a grin of course "not yet" you mumbled, holding onto his base tightly, and bringing his tip to your lips.
Shit, you could barely wrap your hand around it, your finger tips weren’t even touching, but you were in too deep “Holy-” he breathes out when your tongue twirls around his tip, poking at his hole making his abs flex, taking in the salty taste of his pre cum “Hmm-stop playin’” he groaned, watching as you cruelly licked up and down his hardened cock, so fucking slow, tongue tracing every vein before bobbing your head down, half his cock suddenly in the warm confines of your wet mouth.
He threw his head back, letting out a breathy chuckle “fuck..you’re trynna kill me” his hand gently nestled the back of your head, not exercising any pressure but just resting there, occasionally helping you set the pace “you gotta go all~ the way down, pretty” he smirked, carefully pushing your head down “can’t take it?” he added when your eyes started watering from how deep he was down your throat, your nails digging into his thighs.
He watched as you gagged on his fat cock, enjoying the way your throat closed around it before finally letting go of your head, leaving his cock glistening with your saliva and you trying to catch your breath “yeah, that’s what I thought” he blew out some smoke in your face while he began pulling up his underwear, having proven his point enough.
“Yeah whatever, you probs don’t even know what to do with all that” you said, voice raspy while wiping your mouth. Connie almost couldn’t believe it, you were still running your mouth? “Ha..there’s really only one way to shut your ass up huh?” You hadn’t seen him laugh this hard before, but next thing you knew, he had you bent over the arm of the couch.
Your panties were slipped to the side, your shorts dangling off one foot, the other planted weakly on the carpet as Connie gripped your waist from behind and dragged your body back onto his dick. He was already in so deep, dragging through your pussy with zero care for how sensitive you were or how long it had been. His pace wasn't steady or controlled. It was aggressive in that slow, cruel way that made your thighs burn from trying to hold yourself up while his hips slammed into you again and again. You were wet the moment you licked up his cock, soaked by the time he slid in, and he felt every inch of it. Every twitch and desperate clench around him
“Hmm..fuck–still think I can’t work it ?” He groaned, his hand slipped up the curve of your back, pushing your spine into a deeper arch. You were gasping already, cheek pressed to the armrest, fingers clawing at the fabric as you struggled to keep yourself grounded while he kept fucking you like he had a point to prove, which he did “Fucking…look at you”
"You can just ask if you want some dick" he muttered, breath warm against your shoulder as he bent over you, his voice dark and sharp and too calm to match the way his body moved "don’t gotta do all that extra shit”
You tried to respond, but the only thing that came out was a sob, caught in your throat because the angle he had you in was so deep it felt like he was splitting you open from the inside. Your walls fluttered violently around him, and the sound it made when he bottomed out again had you clenching your teeth just to keep from crying out loud.
His fingers dug into your hips, dragging you back again so he could thrust harder. You couldn't think straight. Every word you wanted to say got swallowed by the ache blooming in your gut and the sharp, constant pressure of his cock bruising up your sweet spot.
“Yo mouth so foul but your pussy is real obedient” Connie leaned back again, just enough to look down at where you were connected, your pussy glistening, stretched around him, juices dripping down his thighs. He hissed under his breath, then brought a hand down hard on your ass, making you jerk forward “nah, dont start runnin now”
You shook your head, eyes blurry "I'm not–fuck, I'm not," you cried out, voice breaking on the last word as he hit that same spot again and again, relentless now.
He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit, rubbing firm, messy circles in time with his strokes. The sudden overload of pressure made you lurch forward, your whole body seizing up as the pleasure hit you hard and fast. You tried to pull away from his hand, overstimulated, but he grabbed the back of your neck and held you down “you sound so cute when you’re not trynna be smart, ma”
“Ha–shit!”Connie slammed in one last time, deep enough to punch the air out of your lungs, then groaned loud as his grip on your hips tightened. You could feel him twitching inside you, thick ropes spilling deep as he cursed under his breath. Your orgasm hit you harder than ever before. Your whole body was locking up, legs numb, vision blurred, sobs caught in your throat as you came hard around him, walls squeezing tight like your pussy didn't want to let go. Your moans turned breathless, wordless, your mouth opening and closing as your body twitched through it.
It took a minute before either of you could move, then finally he broke the silence “that good enough for you?” You could just sense that stupid grin in his face even with your eyes shut.
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌
𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬.ᐟ𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭
When Choso told you he wanted to stop your little arrangement you were both sitting on the edge of his bed “I think I need to chill for a while,” he finally said “With… us. School’s gettin serious and shit. I’m tired all the time.”
You blinked, caught off guard “So this about my late-night ‘you up?’ texts” He hesitated “…Yeah. Kinda.” You let out a small laugh at the thought of your pussy fucking up his GPA “Damn. My bad”
“It’s not your fault,” he said quickly “I’m surviving on 3h of sleep most the time”You nodded slowly, those insane eye bags supporting his argument. It made sense. He was serious about school, always had been. Quiet, disciplined, always stressed about grades. But it still sucked.
“Okay,” you said. “I get it, it’s cool” He looked at you like he expected more. Still, he nodded, clearly relieved, and that was it. You put your shoes on, told him to text you if he ever needed notes, and left.
A full week had passed, you were sitting outside with your friends, half-listening while one of them talked about her roommate’s messy situationship and since you were on the subject, she asked you about your “lil boyfriend”.
“It’s over girl. He said he needed to focus on school or whatever” you sighed, dramatically.
Your friend winced sympathetically “Damn”
“Yeah,” you said, staring at your phone “Ugh- he was my best eater too”. They laughed “Girl, I feel you,” one of them said before switching to another subject.
You didn’t notice Megumi sitting a few tables away with his laptop open, his nosy ass snatching them headphones off his head as soon as he heard you mention Choso.
He didn’t say anything at first. But later that night, he mentioned it to Yuji while they were walking back to the dorms. Yuji, being Yuji, immediately told Choso.
Choso was in his room rewarding himself with a good smoke session after studying his ass off and also to take the edge off from being deprived of you.
“By the way,” Yuji added casually, “she called you her best eater” Choso froze, coughing up the smoke he just inhaled “…What?” He blurted out. Yuji repeated it, laughing hard as hell.
Choso’s brain short circuited. You said that? Out loud?To other people? He sat down, staring at the floor. Maybe it was because he was high but it hit him slower than it should have. Best eater… meant there were others. He didn’t like that thought at all.
The idea of you with someone else, someone better, touching you like he used to pissed him off in a way he didn’t expect. He thought he was being responsible but now he just felt jealous and sick to his stomach.
He didn’t waste any more time, knocking at your door the next night “Hi” he said, scratching his head when you actually opened the door.
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused “Hey..you good?” You questioned cuz Choso wasn’t the type to show up uninvited. He nodded, took a breath, then blurted, “Are you…seeing other guys?”
You blinked, did he really come all the way over here to ask you that? “I mean…yeah” you shrugged “not that’s any of your business but what you expect me to do?”
He got the answer he dreaded “You said I was your best so I was just wondering…” he wish he’d never asked
“Huh?! Wait-“ you realized what he may have overheard to suddenly ask you this “fuck..this is embarrassing”
Choso let out a slow breath, finally stepping into your apartment, eyes low, dragging over your body in those cute pajamas, cheeks already red from staring at your slightly exposed chest “Can I be your best again?” He whispered, barely audible.
“What happened on focusing on school, thought you was tired?” you smiled, teasing but the look in Choso’s eyes was heavy, starved.
“Yeah,” he said “I am” He took another step closer, hands getting ahold of your waist “But I’m more hungry than tired.” You felt butterflies in your stomach and pussy “…Wanna eat”
And eat he did. You were quick to drop your panties after those surprisingly slick words of his. He had you on the couch, legs draped over his broad tatted shoulders as he slurped you up like never before. His tongue teasing your clit, flicking at it, watching your body jerk until you got impatient , building up the tension before latching onto it, sucking on it slow and deliberate while his fingers worked on stretching you out, curling inside so precisely onto you g-spot you felt like you were about to cry from pleasure “Cho-ha..slowly!” You cried out,eyes rolling back from how good he was making you feel, you could feel his tongue twirling around your clit in his mouth, so wet and warm.
Choso finally let go of your poor swollen clit, a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to it. He watched his fingers disappear into you, pussy clenching around them hard everytime he touched that sweet spot inside “you’re so wet” he stated, eyes snapping up to look at you “you only get like this just for me, right?” he asked, so pathetic and cute you couldn’t help but tell the truth “Y-yes Cho…only you” you breathed out, hand reaching down to tug at his hair. He smirked at you pulling him back onto your clit.
He sucked and licked and fingered and tongue fucked until you couldn’t take it anymore, you’re poor, overstimulated pussy turning into a fountain all over Choso’s pretty face, the juices dripping down his chin while he desperately tried to get every drop back into his mouth.
He got up from his knees, climbing on top of you “Guess I still got it huh” he joked,caressing your face “shit clearly” you managed to whisper with a chuckle “You know..we can do things properly like dates and stuff, during the day” you suggested and his face instantly lit up, you could’ve sworn his eye bags had instantly disappeared.
“Yeah! I’d like that” he beamed , leaning down and showering you with kisses. You realized just how much you missed him(beyond the stellar head).
Enjin gives very much sliding a thumb in while he’s killing your shit in doggy
And doeeesss!
After successfully dragging you for a night out in town, along with Gris and the others, where you get very much loose, Enjin has your tipsy ass back in his bed. Ass up, face down, he’s absolutely drilling your shit, hips bucking forward so hard and deep it feels like he’s genuinely rearranging your guts, like you can feel every inch of his ridiculously thick cock in your tummy.
When he’s drunk, Enjin gets a bit rougher, he’s smacking your ass, grinning at the hypnotizing jiggle against his pelvis and the small whimpers that escape from you. He can barely hold back in this drunken state (he never does but at least now he has an excuse) with the way your creaming all over his dick and calling out his name in pure bliss like he’s the only man that could ever have you like this, because he is and he fucking loves every second of it.
And when your perky, pretty asshole is basically crying out for him to give it some attention, he’s quick to put his thumb in up to the first knuckle, and god he almost loses himself when both of your greedy holes immediately clench around him “Enjiinn..” you whine at the sudden and unfamiliar sensation “yes, pretty girl?” he innocently answers, speeding up the pace “Feels good, babygirl?” he breathes out, already knowing the answer with how desperately you were throwing it back on him “you like it huh, when I play with your ass?” He leans down, whispering in your ear and chuckling when he feels your pussy spasms around him yet again.
You act like you don’t like it and call him freaked out but the way you’re pussy just starts dripping in arousal and swallowing him up everytime he sticks that lil thumb in da butt, oh he knows you’re a goner.
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I swearrr this is my second to last Enjin posttt! this ask just grabbed me by the throat