Mari 💌

'Cause I’m your jazz singer singer, and you’re my cult leader. I love you forever, I love you forever.

[cherrychoso]

Hi my loveliest babies !! I’m Mari, I’m 19 years old, bisexual, and a beginner writer specializing in JJK fics. I enjoy rock music, baking, and everything Choso related. If you couldn’t already tell, I’m married to him and we have 6 kids so please be respectful.

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[cherrychoso]

Co(un)parenting

Synopsis: A SMAU in which Toji deals with the consequences of being the world's worst baby daddy on the planet.

CW: Cursing, toxic dynamics (babymama!reader, babydaddy!Toji), abandonment of a toddler (by Toji), mentions of filling for full custody, angst, hurt/no comfort, Toji being Toji, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of gambling, mentions of hitmen/assasination, manipulation attempts (by Toji).

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A/N: Should I make this into a fic? Or keep it in SMAU style? Because I’m definitely making a Pt. 2 !! PS: I apologize for any typo I may have made.

Tags: @stqrgumi @alebrasil0101 @mrskamikazekaito @moonliciousx @number1burningspiceglazer

[sadisticslut666]

Roommate threesome with Toji & Sukuna

The apartment door barely latched before Sukuna shoved you face-down over the back of the couch, yanking your dress up, spreading your slick with his cock, his precum mixing yours as he thrusted into you.

“Shit—Kuna—slow down—” you gasped, but he only laughed and fucked you harder, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing through the quiet living room.

Down the hall, Toji’s eyes snapped open in the darkness of his room. The rhythmic thump thump thump of the couch against the wall is what’d woken him.

Your next moan was shamelessly loud as Toji’s door creaked open. He stood in the doorway, shirtless, massive bulge straining his gray sweats, “Woke me up with this sloppy shit,” he rumbled.

His eyes raking over your bouncing tits and the way Sukuna’s thick cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.

Sukuna slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop, grinding deep while looking over at his roommate. “Took you long enough, Fushiguro. She’s making too much noise anyway. Come shut her up.”

Toji didn’t hesitate, shoving his sweats down, letting his heavy, veiny cock spring free. You barely had time to whimper before he was gripping your hair and feeding his length past your lips, stretching your mouth wide.

“Fuck… that’s it,” Toji groaned, eyes rolling back as your tongue swirled around him.

They found their rhythm fast, Sukuna pounding your pussy while Toji fucked your throat, their hands roaming your body. You came hard with a muffled scream around Toji’s cock, pussy clenching and gushing around Sukuna. Both men groaned at the feeling.

The gluck-gluck-gluck mixing with the constant schlick-schlick of Sukuna destroying your pussy. You moaned desperately around Toji’s length, tears streaming as you came hard. Your pussy spasmed violently, squirting around Sukuna’s cock.

Sukuna followed instantly, pumping rope after rope of hot seed into your pulsing cunt until it leaked down your thighs. Toji came last, thrusting himself deep down your throat flooding your mouth with thick cum.

Toji pulled out of your mouth as he wiped the mess across your cheek, smirking down at your tear-streaked, fucked-out face. “Swallowed most of it like a good girl.”

You barely caught your breath before Sukuna yanked you up by the hair, spinning you around and shoving you onto your back on the couch.

Toji moved in immediately, grabbing your ankles and folding you in half, knees pressed to your shoulders in a mean mating press. “Fuck—wait—” you whimpered, still twitching from the last orgasm.

He grinned down at you, that scarred lip curling as the fat head of his cock nudged your swollen folds, pushing Sukuna’s seed back inside you.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll go slow on this pretty pussy.” Toji growled, he sank in with his thick cock and fuck, he was even bigger than Kuna. You moaned loudly as Sukuna caught the look on your face, he was determined to get an answer, “Who’s bigger, Ji or me?”

a/n: I think Toji’s bigger but that’s j cus he’s sittin right here next to me

[cherrychoso]

STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTING PHUCKED TNNNN

[cherrychoso]

Co(un)parenting

Synopsis: A SMAU in which Toji deals with the consequences of being the world's worst baby daddy on the planet.

CW: Cursing, toxic dynamics (babymama!reader, babydaddy!Toji), abandonment of a toddler (by Toji), mentions of filling for full custody, angst, hurt/no comfort, Toji being Toji, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of gambling, mentions of hitmen/assasination, manipulation attempts (by Toji).

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A/N: Should I make this into a fic? Or keep it in SMAU style? Because I’m definitely making a Pt. 2 !! PS: I apologize for any typo I may have made.

Tags: @stqrgumi @alebrasil0101 @mrskamikazekaito @moonliciousx @number1burningspiceglazer

[xoslutty]

✮ SEX EDUCATION: where your hot professor teaches you how to cum!

⋆ LESSON 1: GUIDANCE ON HOW TO TOUCH YOURSELF

you're on his lap, your back is pressed against his chest, your legs draped over his. "wider, baby." you spread, your skirt is bunched around your waist. your soaked panties are already on his desk. he made you take them off the moment you walked in, holding them up to the light and tsking at the wet spot.

"there," he says, satisfied. "now i can see everything." his hands grip the soft skin behind your knees and push your legs even further apart. you're completely open, completely exposed, your bare pussy on full display, glistening in the lamplight. you can feel the wetness pooling beneath you, soaking into his trousers, into his chair. "fuck, look at you. you're already dripping, good girl." you whimper and try to close your legs, but his grip tightens. "ah-ah. keep them open. this is a lesson, remember? you need to watch. you need to learn."

you force yourself to stay still, your pussy throbbing under his gaze. "touch yourself." you hesitate. your hand hovers over your own body, trembling. "i said touch yourself, baby. two fingers. start with your folds. feel how wet my good girl is." your hand moves. your fingers slide through your wetness, and the sensation makes you gasp. you're so wet that your fingers glide effortlessly, your own arousal coating them. "that's it. feel how wet you are? you've been thinking about it, haven't you, baby?" "yes," you whisper. "every night?" "yes, professor." "tell me what you did." "i—" your fingers are moving in slow circles around your clit now, and it's hard to think. "i touched myself. in bed. thinking about you." "good girl. show me how."

your middle finger sliding down to circle your entrance, then back up to your clit. "mmnh..." your hips buck against your own hand. "faster, baby."

you speed up. the wet sounds fill the room, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you feel his breath against your ear. "now two fingers inside, good girl. fill that pretty pussy for me." you slide them in, and the stretch makes you gasp. your walls clench around your own fingers, but it's not enough. it's never enough. you can feel how tight you are, how desperate. "that's it. fuck yourself on your fingers. imagine it's my cock, baby. imagine it's me splitting you open." "ah— ah— hnnggh! professor—" "look at you," he murmurs. "so desperate. such a good student, fucking herself on her own fingers. you'd take my cock just like that, wouldn't you? all desperate and whimpering." "yes! yes!" you're fucking yourself faster now, your hips lifting to meet your own hand. "that's my good girl, play with your clit now. use your thumb. circle it." your thumb finds your clit, and the it makes you cry out. you're so sensitive, so swollen, every touch sending sparks through your body.

"ah—hah! professor! i'm— i'm close—" "good. cum for me, baby. cum on your fingers like the good pretty girl you are." but something stops you, you're right there, teetering on the edge. your fingers pump desperately, your thumb rubs frantically, but you just can't. "i— i can't— nnghhh! " your voice breaks. "i can't without you, professor. please. please, i need your fingers. i need you."

his grip on your legs tightens so hard it might bruise. you can feel how hard he is against your lower back, his cock pressing into your spine. "if i touch you, baby, it's no longer for education. do you understand that? if i put my fingers inside this tight little pussy, it's because i want to. not because i'm teaching you. do you really want that?" "yes," you sob. "yes, i want that. i don't care. please! i don't care about the lesson... hah! i just want you—"

"say it again." "i want you to touch me. i want your fingers inside me. please, professor, please— i need you—" "that's all i needed to hear, babygirl." his fingers slide into you over yours. two of them — thick, massive. he pushes past your fingers, deeper, and the stretch is blinding. you scream, but his other hand clamps over your mouth, muffling it.

"shh, shh," he breathes in your ear, but he doesn't stop. his fingers move inside you with yours, fucking you open. "take it. take it all, baby." "mmmnnnghh! hir— nnnghh!" "that's it. feel how thick i am? feel how your pussy stretches around me? this is what you've been begging for, good girl." his fingers are so much bigger than yours. they fill you completely, pressing against your walls, curling exactly where you need them. and then his thumb finds your clit, presses down, circles. "fuck— ah!.. haaah— professor!"

your legs kick, but he holds them wide, keeps you open, keeps you taking it. you're sobbing against his hand, drool running down your chin, completely destroyed. "that's it. that's my good girl. you're going to cum on my fingers now. you're going to soak my hand, baby. say thank you." "th— thank you—" "louder." "thank you, sir!—"

your orgasm rips through you, your back arches, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you cum hard, your walls clenching around his fingers, your own fingers, everything. your vision whites out. a long, guttural moan tears from your throat as he works you through it, his thumb still circling your clit, his fingers still pumping, never stopping.

"fuck," he mutters, watching you fall apart. "that's it. that's it. good fucking girl. look at you cumming all over my hand. such a pretty sight." when you finally come down, you're shaking. your hand falls away, when he slowly withdraws his fingers, shiny with your cum, and brings them to his mouth. he sucks them clean, one by one, eyes never leaving yours. the sight makes your pussy clench again. "you're a fast learner, babygirl."

⋆ LESSON 2: LET HIM DROWN IN YOU!

his desk is cold against your bare ass. he's cleared it — pushed aside stacks of papers, a laptop, a mug of pens, some students' project folders — and lifted you onto it like you weigh nothing. your legs are spread wide, your heels resting on the edge, your pussy fully exposed and dripping, the papers beneath you are getting wet, but neither of you gives a single fuck.

"you asked me how this would help you learn," he says, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you even wider. "the truth is, baby, it doesn't." you blink. "what?" "i just want to eat this pretty pussy. i've been thinking about it since the first time you sat on my lap. that sweet little cunt grinding on my thigh. i need to taste it."

"then—" "you need to know what a good eating out feels like. so you know what to expect." he grins against your inner thigh. "but mostly because i can't stop thinking about your taste." and then his mouth is on you. he doesn't start slow. he dives in, tongue flat against your entire pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, wet stroke. you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. "ah! fuckfuckk! professor!"

"mmmnh— fuck—" he hums against you, and the vibration makes your hips buck. his tongue circles your clit, flicks it, sucks it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to spit on your pussy — a wet, obscene glob that slides down your folds — and then he's back, spreading it with his tongue, mixing his spit with your wetness.

"that's it. taste so fucking good, baby. sweet, wet and perfect. this is what a good pussy tastes like. remember that." "nnngh!— ah— hnnggh—hiro—" his fingers spread your folds open, and he dives deeper, his tongue pushing inside you. you feel it fucking you, curling, tasting your walls, and you're already so close, your thighs trembling around his head. "cum for me, baby," he says against your clit. "first one. give it to me." "i— i—" "cum. now."

his tongue flicks your clit fast, hard, and you cum with a scream, your back arching off the desk. he doesn't stop. he licks through it, groaning against your sensitive pussy drinking everything you give him. "mmmngh— yes. there we go, good girl. that's one."

your legs are shaking, you think it's over. well, it's not. he goes back in, sucking your clit between his lips, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue. his fingers slide inside you, curling, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "i can't! — another one— it's too haah! much—" "you can, pretty girl and you will. look at this pussy. she's not done yet."

his mouth descends again, and this time he's rougher. he presses his face hard into your pussy, his nose grinding against your clit, his tongue fucking you deep. he talks to it, low and breathless, his lips brushing against your folds. "such a pretty pussy. so wet for me, baby. you love this, don't you? having your professor on his knees eating you out in his office while others' works get ruined under your wet ass. you love it."

"yes! i love it! oh my go—i love it! professor—" "tell my pussy you love it." "i love it! i love my pussy— i love your mouth on it—" "then cum again, good girl." he pinches your clit between his teeth — just enough pressure, and the second orgasm rips through you. your legs clamp around his head, but he doesn't move. he stays buried in your cunt, lapping at you, groaning against you. "mmmngh. mmnh—" until you're twitching and oversensitive, sobbing from the intensity.

when you finally go limp, he looks up at you. his face is destroyed — wet, shiny, your cum dripping from his chin, his lips, his nose, his eyebrows. he doesn't wipe it off. "one more, baby."

⋆ LESSON 3: GET ABSOLUTELY POUNDED BY HIS BIG COCK

he points to his desk — the lower one, where his teaching assistant usually sits, covered in student papers. "on all fours." you don't hesitate. your palms hit the wood, your spine arches, your ass pushes back toward him, grinding in the air. you're wearing a dress tonight — short, thin, no panties, and you know he can see everything. your pussy is already dripping, your arousal slicking your thighs.

"look at you," he breathes. "soaking wet and i haven't even touched you yet." "please," you whimper. "please, professor, i can't wait anymore! i need you—" "you'll wait until i say you're ready, good girl." he drops to his knees behind you. his hands spread your cheeks apart, and you feel his breath on your cunt, hot and damp. "i've already made you cum twice tonight, remember? on my tongue, on my fingers. so this won't hurt, baby. i made sure you're ready."

"yes— yes—" but his mouth isn't finished. he leans in, licks a long stripe up your slit, and you moan, your arms nearly buckling. "for luck." "professor— i can't! mmnh! i've already—" "shut up and take it." his tongue slides inside you just to try it again. "good girl," he says, standing up. "now you're ready."

he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal jingling makes your pussy clench. his trousers drop just enough to free his cock — thick, hard, leaking, the head glistening with pre-cum. he strokes himself, and you watch him over your shoulder, drooling, your mouth open.

"tell me what you want, baby." "i want your cock, professor. please. inside me." "how badly, pretty girl?" "so badly i can't think. i can't breathe. please— i've been so good— i've learned everything— please just fuck me—" he steps forward. the head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you push back, trying to take him, but he holds your hips still.

"slow, baby or it'll hurt. i'm big and you're tight. breathe." "nnnngh... please—" he pushes in, just the head. you scream, but it's late, the building is empty, no one can hear you. he's so big — bigger than you imagined, bigger than his fingers, and the stretch is blinding, burning, perfect.

"breathe, baby. breathe for me." you gasp and he pushes deeper. "ah! mmnghh!!— fuck! professor!" "that's it. taking it. taking all of this cock. such a good fucking girl." he slides in to the hilt, and you feel like you're being ripped apart. his balls press against your clit, and he's so deep inside you that your walls clench around him, trying to adjust to his size.

"look at you," he groans. "taking my whole cock. this tight little pussy was made for me, babygirl." "move— please— move—" and he does. at first he's gentle — slow, deep thrusts that let you feel every inch. his hands grip your hips, guiding you, teaching you. you can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein.

"rock back into me, baby. meet my thrusts. that's it. feel how good it is when you move together." "harder, please! haah! harder!" "yeah? you want me to fuck this sweet pussy proper?" "yes, please!" he slams into you. hard. the desk screeches against the floor. papers scatter. a lamp wobbles and falls. "fuckkkfuck! hiromi!" "that's it— that's my good little slut— take this cock."

his hips pound into you, his balls slapping against your clit. he reaches around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles. your legs give out, but he holds you up, one arm around your waist, still fucking you, never stopping. "i'm gonna! gonna cum nngh! wanna—" "not yet."

he pulls you up against his chest. his cock stays buried in you, and now he's fucking you from behind, upright, one hand on your hip, one hand on your throat, squeezing just slightly. "you feel that? that's what a real cock feels like, baby. that's what you've been begging for all these weeks." "yes yes! mmmhnah! thank you, thank you professor!" "thank me by cumming. cum on my cock. soak it."

he slams into you, and his fingers work your clit, your head falls back against his shoulder, making you cum with a scream that echoes through the empty building — "ahhh— fuckkk, yesyes, so good! "fuccck, yes— cum for me— cum on my cock." your walls clench around him, and he groans. "nnnnggh— fuckkk— baby mmmnhh— gonna cum, where do you want it?"

"i'm on the pill," you gasp. "cum inside me, professor. please. please, i want to feel it." "yeah? you want me to fill this tight little pussy? you want to walk around campus tomorrow feeling my cum dripping out of you, baby?" "yes! haahhh! pleasepleaseplease!" "gonna! i'm gonna— fuck—"

he slams into you one last time. his cock pulses, and you feel it — hot, thick, flooding you. he groans your name and you feel him twitch inside you as he fills you, his cum spilling deep into your cunt. "fucckkk that's my baby, mmhnh... sweetest pussy, all mine." when he's done, he doesn't pull out. he stays inside you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, both of you breathing hard, sweat-slicked and shaking. lessons completed.

more? ──── art cr. @ yunonoai on x sparkle cr: @kthice

[cherrychoso]

Co(un)parenting

Synopsis: A SMAU in which Toji deals with the consequences of being the world's worst baby daddy on the planet.

CW: Cursing, toxic dynamics (babymama!reader, babydaddy!Toji), abandonment of a toddler (by Toji), mentions of filling for full custody, angst, hurt/no comfort, Toji being Toji, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of gambling, mentions of hitmen/assasination, manipulation attempts (by Toji).

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A/N: Should I make this into a fic? Or keep it in SMAU style? Because I’m definitely making a Pt. 2 !! PS: I apologize for any typo I may have made.

Tags: @stqrgumi @alebrasil0101 @mrskamikazekaito @moonliciousx @number1burningspiceglazer

[cherrychoso]

Why are SMAUs so fun to write hellllooooo??? (And no this is not an attempt to distract y’all and myself from my horrible writer’s block…hahah….hahaa…..hah…)

[sugusplaything]

me omw to promise yall a fic is coming when i still have writer’s block

[cherrychoso]

Type shit

[cherrychoso]

Talk dirty to me

Synopsis: texts with your situationship frat!Kuna.

CW: 18+ MDNI. Sukuna very much acts like a typical frat guy, he’s gross and demanding, misogynistic language, toxic dynamics, sorta dubcon, both reader and Sukuna are mean to each other, but Sukuna is inarguably worse. I do not condone this kind of behavior whatsoever.

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A/N: don’t we just love the little surprise pic in the end?🥹✌🏼 btw I apologize for any typo I may have made, I did ts at like 1:30 am…

Tags: @oksukuna @maomimii @milkywaydew @moonliciousx @stqrgumi @alebrasil0101

[cherrychoso]

Talk dirty to me

Synopsis: texts with your situationship frat!Kuna.

CW: 18+ MDNI. Sukuna very much acts like a typical frat guy, he’s gross and demanding, misogynistic language, toxic dynamics, sorta dubcon, both reader and Sukuna are mean to each other, but Sukuna is inarguably worse. I do not condone this kind of behavior whatsoever.

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A/N: don’t we just love the little surprise pic in the end?🥹✌🏼 btw I apologize for any typo I may have made, I did ts at like 1:30 am…

Tags: @oksukuna @maomimii @milkywaydew @moonliciousx @stqrgumi @alebrasil0101

[cherrychoso]

Thinking about thigh riding Nanami rn and it has me soaking my panties. Seriously. That man has no business being gone I’m so mad.

LIKE LOOK AT THOSE ARMS NNGGH🤤😻

[cherrychoso]

Don’t leave me high n' dry

Synopsis: let’s just say, reader and plug!Choso got a liiiittle bit too carried away with the weed one night and end up having the nastiest, yet somehow most loving couch sex on the fucking planet.

cw: smut/18+/mdni, very situationship vibes, mentions and consumption of drugs (cannabis), couch sex, p in v, softdom!Choso, confessions of love right after the act, that dick is biiiiiggggg, making it fit, friends to lovers, missionary position, talking you through it, slightly pussydrunk Choso, cockdrunk reader, not proofread!

Wc: 2.2k

Choso was a household name in Jujutsu Tech University, but not for the reasons you might expect.

He wasn’t a fucking frat guy like Fushiguro or Ryomen, hell no. He was the uni’s resident weed plug, dealing to everybody who was willing to provide the funds for it.

Don’t even get him started on how much business would boom during exam season.

Bitches were desperate.

And although he had an endless amount of clients, Choso would be lying if he said he didn’t have a favorite—you. You two have developed a nice client-dealer relationship over the course of the two years of you buying from him, and it was safe to say that Choso considered you as a friend.

The feeling was absolutely mutual.

So you don’t hesitate whatsoever when you called him up on a Saturday night, after having just ordered a greasy pepperoni pizza and a bunch of chicken wings, waiting for the call to Choso go through.

“Yeah, what’s up?” His velvety rumble of a voice filled the room, literally, since you hadn’t bothered with pressing the phone to your ear, letting the speaker button do its job.

“Cho, can you come over? I’m all out,” you complain, shifting on the couch so that you were lying down on your stomach.

“Yeah, sure. I’m just with Suguru right now, hold up. I’ll be there in thirty,” was the last sentence he said to you before the line went dead.

And indeed, half an hour later, the emo dealer was knocking on your door.

The familiar scene of your apartment was what greeted Choso once he was politely invited in by you with a small hug for a hello, not prolonged by any means, but not awkward, either.

“Hey, come on in!” You closed the door behind you as he made himself comfortable on your couch, right before plopping down on the soft cushion beside him.

“I got you everything. It’s a different brand from my dealer, though, so you can try it for free, just in case you don’t like it, or whatever,” the casualty in his voice never failed to send shivers down your spine, despite how trival the little detail seemed to be.

Maybe it was his stupidly effortless charm that made everything about him so frustratingly smooth and irresistible.

But anyway, enough of the endless pining on your part. Here comes the inevitable sequence where both of you get high.

And lord, did that first drag hit. The new, advanced formula that Choso had been talking about was definitely no joke.

It had you heaving and gasping for air in breathless coughs like you had never smoked weed before—a bit of an embarrassing sight, to be completely honest.

Choso chuckles warmly at the pitiful sight of you, gently patting your back in an anttempt to help you cough all the congestion out.

“Easy there, tiger,” he teases, voice deep and the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk so unfairly sexy in a way that had your already high mind reeling in involuntary silence.

The second drag is easier on your now—burned throat and already overstimulated lungs adjusting to the unforgiving kick easily enough.

You share the blunt, passing it back and forth in between one another.

And another.

And then another.

Which explains why it took you what seemed like ages to hear your phone ringing.

It was the delivery guy.

Oh, right. The pizza and wings you had ordered before Choso had gotten here.

The pizza and wings you two tore absolutely the fuck up after you thank the delivery man and give him a nice, hefty tip.

Well, as hefty as a broke college student could afford to give out—but hey! At least you tip people.

Everything feels sluggish and slowed down after somewhere around the third blunt, your movements whenever you did bother to move at all lacking any sort of grace to them.

Choso was in the same predicament.

The movie playing on the TV hadn’t been forgotten, though. You two make a very attentive audience, apparently.

Plus, everybody knew Grease was a phenomenal movie.

But there was a moment when you attention span seemed to have blurred significantly, perhaps, an hour into the movie.

Because the unhurried eye contact you two began sharing after a particularly funny scene, felt natural, like it was meant to happen.

“Y'know, you’re my favorite client,” he was the one that broke the silence, although, could you even call that breaking the silence? His voice was so quiet, you could barely hear him.

“And you’re my only dealer,” you manage to whisper in response.

Well, at least, that’s what you thought you said.

Nope. You fucking wish you said that shit.

“N' you’re the hottest guy on this fuckin' campus,” was what you actually slurred out, the drug-induced high making you admit things you’d usually refuse to admit to even yourself.

Shit.

Seeing the surprise on Choso’s face should’ve been enough of a wake up call for you.

But turns out, your bodies ended up being a lot closer to each other than you thought they were, because you and Choso were, very much, face to face.

His breath fanned over your long, dark lashes, and you take your bottom lip in between your sharp, almost canine-like teeth.

Which, given, has Choso groaning. Because he’s a healthy straight man with a working pair of beautiful eyes and working dick.

An extremely hard, long, veiny dick, that seemed to be very eager to jump right out of the grey sweatpants that were currently hanging dangerously low on his defined hipbones.

God, that cock was just begging for a blowjob.

You were forced to snap out of your insitent staring contest with his growing bluge, when two large fingers hooked right underneath your chin, pulling your gaze upward to meet Choso’s.

Hey, your eyes were equally red!

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting you, baby…” you snap out of your daze for the second time at the sound of his sighed words, and before you knew it, Choso was pulling you in for a kiss.

Soft, pillowy cushions found each other in a tight locked embrace, slow and unhurried, despite your thoughts otherwise.

Neither of you realized how slow the pace you two were actually going at was. Hell, both you and Choso were thinking that it was all a messy clash of tongues, teeth and saliva.

But in reality, the drugs had slowed your systems down so much, engulfed you two in ecstasy so deep, that shit was meddling with your brain chemistry.

In other words, you were basically melting into one another.

Tongues moved in tandem, swirling spit around in each other’s mouths, sucking slow.

Choso groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your sensitive lips, sending shivers of attraction down your spine, the feeling intensifying when he guided you down onto your back against the couch.

His hair was messy and undone, the spiky pigtails now free—framing his gorgeous features perfectly.

“Cho…” you breathe, pulling back for air.

“Baby…” he replies, brown eyes staring back at you.

It’s only a matter of desperation and time before clothes start ripping and flying all over the place, and before you know it…

Choso was guiding two of his thick fingers against your entrance, your wet cunt sucking the digits in with zero hesitance.

Both of you groaned at the wet squelch of the first thrust of his fingers forward, and your needy gasp had Choso’s cock throbbing alive in his pants.

“Mfuck, wan' your cock so bad,” you whine, eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

“I know, I know, baby. You think I don’t wanna burry myself in that pretty pussy? So wet f'me,” he reassured you with wet kisses to your jawline.

“But I just need you stretch you out for me a little. S'not gonna fit otherwise,” the promise was clear in his voice, and it had you clenching around him.

His fingers move within you like he was trying to prepare you for something much more intimidating, and he was.

And right before your first climax overtook your already overstimulated body, you were overcome by a sudden, and very overwhelming, feeling of emptiness.

A squirm. A pant. A whine.

And a coo from your sweet baby Choso, his knuckles brushing over your flushed cheekbone, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

“Shh, it’s okay… you’re not getting punished, you’re doing amazing.”

You’d been so caught up in your need to chase the peak that his fingers provided, that you hadn’t even noticed that his boxers had been long discarded.

Stroking up and down the lenght of his painfully hard cock, tracing the veins simultaneously, Choso felt like he was in heaven already.

And suddenly, the atmosphere was really easy to pay attention to.

Everything felt so heavy, in the most delicious sense of the word. You find yourself enjoying how thick the air in the room was, how you felt the need to cling to him at any and every given moment.

Choso proceeded to line himself up with your fluttering hole, though not before teasing the drooly folds with that perfectly pink tip of his.

Trust me when I say, that your cunt tried to fit Choso in, to suck it right into your snug warmth and keep him there.

But that dick was just.

Not.

Fitting.

“Mmngghh… c- can’t fit,” you whine the obvious, chest rising up and down frantically.

“Fuuuckk… you a -ngh- virgin, or something? Shhitt, hahh- ssso t- t- tighttt…” Choso’s attempts at guiding his cock into your pussy seemed to be never ending.

But, patience prevails, am I right?

Because soon enough, he realized that one sudden thrust was all it took.

“Theere we gooo, good girl. You’re so beautiful, so amazing,” his pace was steady and careful, as to not hurt you—based off of how you gasped when he finally did enter you, nails digging into his back in the most delectable way.

He built a stable pace, because God knows Choso was all about slow strokes and sweet songs of praise in bed.

With your legs around his waist and his cock burried to the hilt inside of your velvety walls, all he ever wanted to do was to make love to you, and to stay there.

“O- oh, shhoo ggoodd…” each thwap!thawp!thawp! of his pelvis against yours blended in with your unrestrained cries of pleasure, slurred and needy.

The kisses that Choso trailed along the warm skin of your neck were like gentle imprints of his love, soft and sweet in comparison to the mind-numbingly overstimulating manner in which his thick cock was hammering into your tight cunt.

“Hhahh- I’m- h- ssoo… nghh- close, Cho…” he could feel the way you clenched around him, wet pussy sucking him in deeper and deeper, making each thrust more difficult to execute.

“M- me t- too, baby,” Choso nodded, his right hand sneaking down to softly press down on your lower abdomen, increasing pressure to ensure your impending orgasm followed suit with his.

His rhythmic thrusts began growing further more shallow the longer he continued to hold off his need for release.

“Cum f'me, sweetheart. I’m right there with you, yeah?” He breathed.

Then came a sharp snap of his hips forward.

And then another.

And another.

And so your highs built.

And built.

With each grind of his cock deeper into your snug heat.

“Ahh- m'gonna- Choso!” the orgasm had been a slow build up—like a volcanic explosion, showing signs of it’s approach.

And when it did errupt, it was so powerful it left you dazed. It hit you like a an earthquake, shaking you to your core.

Literally.

Your stomach muscles convulsed beyond your control, hips writhing off of the bed and morphing your back in a deep arch, and your poor, poor legs were left shaking and trembling.

Choso followed suit not even a minute later. A few more shallow thrusts was all it took for his hips to lock up, emptying himself inside of you. Ropes of cum spurted out into your empty womb, painting your insides white with his fertile semen.

And his groans… good lord, the sounds that man made.

It was something in between a a groan and a pathetic whimper, something akin to a puppy’s pitiful noises.

“Mmnn, love you, sweetheart…” his breaths were shallow, ragged, and so were yours, chests heaving as you two basked in the immediate afterglows of your orgasms.

But then, your body froze.

Did he just-

Yeah, he did.

“Choso, I-“ you began, but were soon cut off by Choso’s embarrassed ramblings.

“I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did,” his panicked eyes searched for yours in hopes of understanding.

“I mean, you’re lovely. Not that I don’t love you. A- as a friend, of course. Well, not as a friend, we just had sex-“

“Choso. Choso, shut up,” an amused smile spread across your lips, eyes twinkling with that same emotion.

“I love you, too, Cho,” you whisper, the words sending shivers down his spine, warmth spreading through his chest.

“You mean it?” As if in disbelief, Choso froze.

“Every word, baby. Been wanting to say it for a long time,” nodding, you confirm with a soft chuckle.

And then, in true Disney style, the two of you lock lips in a magical kiss, all fireworks and exploding emotions, one that carried much more weight to it, than the ones prior to his impromptu confession.

And it sure wouldn’t be the last.

—

A/N: writer’s block is such a bitch. So sorry this took me forever to finish :( I hope y’all like it though <3

Tags: @mrskamikazekaito @stqrgumi @moonliciousx @alebrasil0101

[cherrychoso]

Don’t leave me high n' dry

Synopsis: let’s just say, reader and plug!Choso got a liiiittle bit too carried away with the weed one night and end up having the nastiest, yet somehow most loving couch sex on the fucking planet.

cw: smut/18+/mdni, very situationship vibes, mentions and consumption of drugs (cannabis), couch sex, p in v, softdom!Choso, confessions of love right after the act, that dick is biiiiiggggg, making it fit, friends to lovers, missionary position, talking you through it, slightly pussydrunk Choso, cockdrunk reader, not proofread!

Wc: 2.2k

Choso was a household name in Jujutsu Tech University, but not for the reasons you might expect.

He wasn’t a fucking frat guy like Fushiguro or Ryomen, hell no. He was the uni’s resident weed plug, dealing to everybody who was willing to provide the funds for it.

Don’t even get him started on how much business would boom during exam season.

Bitches were desperate.

And although he had an endless amount of clients, Choso would be lying if he said he didn’t have a favorite—you. You two have developed a nice client-dealer relationship over the course of the two years of you buying from him, and it was safe to say that Choso considered you as a friend.

The feeling was absolutely mutual.

So you don’t hesitate whatsoever when you called him up on a Saturday night, after having just ordered a greasy pepperoni pizza and a bunch of chicken wings, waiting for the call to Choso go through.

“Yeah, what’s up?” His velvety rumble of a voice filled the room, literally, since you hadn’t bothered with pressing the phone to your ear, letting the speaker button do its job.

“Cho, can you come over? I’m all out,” you complain, shifting on the couch so that you were lying down on your stomach.

“Yeah, sure. I’m just with Suguru right now, hold up. I’ll be there in thirty,” was the last sentence he said to you before the line went dead.

And indeed, half an hour later, the emo dealer was knocking on your door.

The familiar scene of your apartment was what greeted Choso once he was politely invited in by you with a small hug for a hello, not prolonged by any means, but not awkward, either.

“Hey, come on in!” You closed the door behind you as he made himself comfortable on your couch, right before plopping down on the soft cushion beside him.

“I got you everything. It’s a different brand from my dealer, though, so you can try it for free, just in case you don’t like it, or whatever,” the casualty in his voice never failed to send shivers down your spine, despite how trival the little detail seemed to be.

Maybe it was his stupidly effortless charm that made everything about him so frustratingly smooth and irresistible.

But anyway, enough of the endless pining on your part. Here comes the inevitable sequence where both of you get high.

And lord, did that first drag hit. The new, advanced formula that Choso had been talking about was definitely no joke.

It had you heaving and gasping for air in breathless coughs like you had never smoked weed before—a bit of an embarrassing sight, to be completely honest.

Choso chuckles warmly at the pitiful sight of you, gently patting your back in an anttempt to help you cough all the congestion out.

“Easy there, tiger,” he teases, voice deep and the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk so unfairly sexy in a way that had your already high mind reeling in involuntary silence.

The second drag is easier on your now—burned throat and already overstimulated lungs adjusting to the unforgiving kick easily enough.

You share the blunt, passing it back and forth in between one another.

And another.

And then another.

Which explains why it took you what seemed like ages to hear your phone ringing.

It was the delivery guy.

Oh, right. The pizza and wings you had ordered before Choso had gotten here.

The pizza and wings you two tore absolutely the fuck up after you thank the delivery man and give him a nice, hefty tip.

Well, as hefty as a broke college student could afford to give out—but hey! At least you tip people.

Everything feels sluggish and slowed down after somewhere around the third blunt, your movements whenever you did bother to move at all lacking any sort of grace to them.

Choso was in the same predicament.

The movie playing on the TV hadn’t been forgotten, though. You two make a very attentive audience, apparently.

Plus, everybody knew Grease was a phenomenal movie.

But there was a moment when you attention span seemed to have blurred significantly, perhaps, an hour into the movie.

Because the unhurried eye contact you two began sharing after a particularly funny scene, felt natural, like it was meant to happen.

“Y'know, you’re my favorite client,” he was the one that broke the silence, although, could you even call that breaking the silence? His voice was so quiet, you could barely hear him.

“And you’re my only dealer,” you manage to whisper in response.

Well, at least, that’s what you thought you said.

Nope. You fucking wish you said that shit.

“N' you’re the hottest guy on this fuckin' campus,” was what you actually slurred out, the drug-induced high making you admit things you’d usually refuse to admit to even yourself.

Shit.

Seeing the surprise on Choso’s face should’ve been enough of a wake up call for you.

But turns out, your bodies ended up being a lot closer to each other than you thought they were, because you and Choso were, very much, face to face.

His breath fanned over your long, dark lashes, and you take your bottom lip in between your sharp, almost canine-like teeth.

Which, given, has Choso groaning. Because he’s a healthy straight man with a working pair of beautiful eyes and working dick.

An extremely hard, long, veiny dick, that seemed to be very eager to jump right out of the grey sweatpants that were currently hanging dangerously low on his defined hipbones.

God, that cock was just begging for a blowjob.

You were forced to snap out of your insitent staring contest with his growing bluge, when two large fingers hooked right underneath your chin, pulling your gaze upward to meet Choso’s.

Hey, your eyes were equally red!

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting you, baby…” you snap out of your daze for the second time at the sound of his sighed words, and before you knew it, Choso was pulling you in for a kiss.

Soft, pillowy cushions found each other in a tight locked embrace, slow and unhurried, despite your thoughts otherwise.

Neither of you realized how slow the pace you two were actually going at was. Hell, both you and Choso were thinking that it was all a messy clash of tongues, teeth and saliva.

But in reality, the drugs had slowed your systems down so much, engulfed you two in ecstasy so deep, that shit was meddling with your brain chemistry.

In other words, you were basically melting into one another.

Tongues moved in tandem, swirling spit around in each other’s mouths, sucking slow.

Choso groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your sensitive lips, sending shivers of attraction down your spine, the feeling intensifying when he guided you down onto your back against the couch.

His hair was messy and undone, the spiky pigtails now free—framing his gorgeous features perfectly.

“Cho…” you breathe, pulling back for air.

“Baby…” he replies, brown eyes staring back at you.

It’s only a matter of desperation and time before clothes start ripping and flying all over the place, and before you know it…

Choso was guiding two of his thick fingers against your entrance, your wet cunt sucking the digits in with zero hesitance.

Both of you groaned at the wet squelch of the first thrust of his fingers forward, and your needy gasp had Choso’s cock throbbing alive in his pants.

“Mfuck, wan' your cock so bad,” you whine, eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

“I know, I know, baby. You think I don’t wanna burry myself in that pretty pussy? So wet f'me,” he reassured you with wet kisses to your jawline.

“But I just need you stretch you out for me a little. S'not gonna fit otherwise,” the promise was clear in his voice, and it had you clenching around him.

His fingers move within you like he was trying to prepare you for something much more intimidating, and he was.

And right before your first climax overtook your already overstimulated body, you were overcome by a sudden, and very overwhelming, feeling of emptiness.

A squirm. A pant. A whine.

And a coo from your sweet baby Choso, his knuckles brushing over your flushed cheekbone, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

“Shh, it’s okay… you’re not getting punished, you’re doing amazing.”

You’d been so caught up in your need to chase the peak that his fingers provided, that you hadn’t even noticed that his boxers had been long discarded.

Stroking up and down the lenght of his painfully hard cock, tracing the veins simultaneously, Choso felt like he was in heaven already.

And suddenly, the atmosphere was really easy to pay attention to.

Everything felt so heavy, in the most delicious sense of the word. You find yourself enjoying how thick the air in the room was, how you felt the need to cling to him at any and every given moment.

Choso proceeded to line himself up with your fluttering hole, though not before teasing the drooly folds with that perfectly pink tip of his.

Trust me when I say, that your cunt tried to fit Choso in, to suck it right into your snug warmth and keep him there.

But that dick was just.

Not.

Fitting.

“Mmngghh… c- can’t fit,” you whine the obvious, chest rising up and down frantically.

“Fuuuckk… you a -ngh- virgin, or something? Shhitt, hahh- ssso t- t- tighttt…” Choso’s attempts at guiding his cock into your pussy seemed to be never ending.

But, patience prevails, am I right?

Because soon enough, he realized that one sudden thrust was all it took.

“Theere we gooo, good girl. You’re so beautiful, so amazing,” his pace was steady and careful, as to not hurt you—based off of how you gasped when he finally did enter you, nails digging into his back in the most delectable way.

He built a stable pace, because God knows Choso was all about slow strokes and sweet songs of praise in bed.

With your legs around his waist and his cock burried to the hilt inside of your velvety walls, all he ever wanted to do was to make love to you, and to stay there.

“O- oh, shhoo ggoodd…” each thwap!thawp!thawp! of his pelvis against yours blended in with your unrestrained cries of pleasure, slurred and needy.

The kisses that Choso trailed along the warm skin of your neck were like gentle imprints of his love, soft and sweet in comparison to the mind-numbingly overstimulating manner in which his thick cock was hammering into your tight cunt.

“Hhahh- I’m- h- ssoo… nghh- close, Cho…” he could feel the way you clenched around him, wet pussy sucking him in deeper and deeper, making each thrust more difficult to execute.

“M- me t- too, baby,” Choso nodded, his right hand sneaking down to softly press down on your lower abdomen, increasing pressure to ensure your impending orgasm followed suit with his.

His rhythmic thrusts began growing further more shallow the longer he continued to hold off his need for release.

“Cum f'me, sweetheart. I’m right there with you, yeah?” He breathed.

Then came a sharp snap of his hips forward.

And then another.

And another.

And so your highs built.

And built.

With each grind of his cock deeper into your snug heat.

“Ahh- m'gonna- Choso!” the orgasm had been a slow build up—like a volcanic explosion, showing signs of it’s approach.

And when it did errupt, it was so powerful it left you dazed. It hit you like a an earthquake, shaking you to your core.

Literally.

Your stomach muscles convulsed beyond your control, hips writhing off of the bed and morphing your back in a deep arch, and your poor, poor legs were left shaking and trembling.

Choso followed suit not even a minute later. A few more shallow thrusts was all it took for his hips to lock up, emptying himself inside of you. Ropes of cum spurted out into your empty womb, painting your insides white with his fertile semen.

And his groans… good lord, the sounds that man made.

It was something in between a a groan and a pathetic whimper, something akin to a puppy’s pitiful noises.

“Mmnn, love you, sweetheart…” his breaths were shallow, ragged, and so were yours, chests heaving as you two basked in the immediate afterglows of your orgasms.

But then, your body froze.

Did he just-

Yeah, he did.

“Choso, I-“ you began, but were soon cut off by Choso’s embarrassed ramblings.

“I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did,” his panicked eyes searched for yours in hopes of understanding.

“I mean, you’re lovely. Not that I don’t love you. A- as a friend, of course. Well, not as a friend, we just had sex-“

“Choso. Choso, shut up,” an amused smile spread across your lips, eyes twinkling with that same emotion.

“I love you, too, Cho,” you whisper, the words sending shivers down his spine, warmth spreading through his chest.

“You mean it?” As if in disbelief, Choso froze.

“Every word, baby. Been wanting to say it for a long time,” nodding, you confirm with a soft chuckle.

And then, in true Disney style, the two of you lock lips in a magical kiss, all fireworks and exploding emotions, one that carried much more weight to it, than the ones prior to his impromptu confession.

And it sure wouldn’t be the last.

—

A/N: writer’s block is such a bitch. So sorry this took me forever to finish :( I hope y’all like it though <3

Tags: @mrskamikazekaito @stqrgumi @moonliciousx @alebrasil0101

[cherrychoso]

PUHLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP

[cherrychoso]

Don’t leave me high n' dry

Synopsis: let’s just say, reader and plug!Choso got a liiiittle bit too carried away with the weed one night and end up having the nastiest, yet somehow most loving couch sex on the fucking planet.

cw: smut/18+/mdni, very situationship vibes, mentions and consumption of drugs (cannabis), couch sex, p in v, softdom!Choso, confessions of love right after the act, that dick is biiiiiggggg, making it fit, friends to lovers, missionary position, talking you through it, slightly pussydrunk Choso, cockdrunk reader, not proofread!

Wc: 2.2k

Choso was a household name in Jujutsu Tech University, but not for the reasons you might expect.

He wasn’t a fucking frat guy like Fushiguro or Ryomen, hell no. He was the uni’s resident weed plug, dealing to everybody who was willing to provide the funds for it.

Don’t even get him started on how much business would boom during exam season.

Bitches were desperate.

And although he had an endless amount of clients, Choso would be lying if he said he didn’t have a favorite—you. You two have developed a nice client-dealer relationship over the course of the two years of you buying from him, and it was safe to say that Choso considered you as a friend.

The feeling was absolutely mutual.

So you don’t hesitate whatsoever when you called him up on a Saturday night, after having just ordered a greasy pepperoni pizza and a bunch of chicken wings, waiting for the call to Choso go through.

“Yeah, what’s up?” His velvety rumble of a voice filled the room, literally, since you hadn’t bothered with pressing the phone to your ear, letting the speaker button do its job.

“Cho, can you come over? I’m all out,” you complain, shifting on the couch so that you were lying down on your stomach.

“Yeah, sure. I’m just with Suguru right now, hold up. I’ll be there in thirty,” was the last sentence he said to you before the line went dead.

And indeed, half an hour later, the emo dealer was knocking on your door.

The familiar scene of your apartment was what greeted Choso once he was politely invited in by you with a small hug for a hello, not prolonged by any means, but not awkward, either.

“Hey, come on in!” You closed the door behind you as he made himself comfortable on your couch, right before plopping down on the soft cushion beside him.

“I got you everything. It’s a different brand from my dealer, though, so you can try it for free, just in case you don’t like it, or whatever,” the casualty in his voice never failed to send shivers down your spine, despite how trival the little detail seemed to be.

Maybe it was his stupidly effortless charm that made everything about him so frustratingly smooth and irresistible.

But anyway, enough of the endless pining on your part. Here comes the inevitable sequence where both of you get high.

And lord, did that first drag hit. The new, advanced formula that Choso had been talking about was definitely no joke.

It had you heaving and gasping for air in breathless coughs like you had never smoked weed before—a bit of an embarrassing sight, to be completely honest.

Choso chuckles warmly at the pitiful sight of you, gently patting your back in an anttempt to help you cough all the congestion out.

“Easy there, tiger,” he teases, voice deep and the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk so unfairly sexy in a way that had your already high mind reeling in involuntary silence.

The second drag is easier on your now—burned throat and already overstimulated lungs adjusting to the unforgiving kick easily enough.

You share the blunt, passing it back and forth in between one another.

And another.

And then another.

Which explains why it took you what seemed like ages to hear your phone ringing.

It was the delivery guy.

Oh, right. The pizza and wings you had ordered before Choso had gotten here.

The pizza and wings you two tore absolutely the fuck up after you thank the delivery man and give him a nice, hefty tip.

Well, as hefty as a broke college student could afford to give out—but hey! At least you tip people.

Everything feels sluggish and slowed down after somewhere around the third blunt, your movements whenever you did bother to move at all lacking any sort of grace to them.

Choso was in the same predicament.

The movie playing on the TV hadn’t been forgotten, though. You two make a very attentive audience, apparently.

Plus, everybody knew Grease was a phenomenal movie.

But there was a moment when you attention span seemed to have blurred significantly, perhaps, an hour into the movie.

Because the unhurried eye contact you two began sharing after a particularly funny scene, felt natural, like it was meant to happen.

“Y'know, you’re my favorite client,” he was the one that broke the silence, although, could you even call that breaking the silence? His voice was so quiet, you could barely hear him.

“And you’re my only dealer,” you manage to whisper in response.

Well, at least, that’s what you thought you said.

Nope. You fucking wish you said that shit.

“N' you’re the hottest guy on this fuckin' campus,” was what you actually slurred out, the drug-induced high making you admit things you’d usually refuse to admit to even yourself.

Shit.

Seeing the surprise on Choso’s face should’ve been enough of a wake up call for you.

But turns out, your bodies ended up being a lot closer to each other than you thought they were, because you and Choso were, very much, face to face.

His breath fanned over your long, dark lashes, and you take your bottom lip in between your sharp, almost canine-like teeth.

Which, given, has Choso groaning. Because he’s a healthy straight man with a working pair of beautiful eyes and working dick.

An extremely hard, long, veiny dick, that seemed to be very eager to jump right out of the grey sweatpants that were currently hanging dangerously low on his defined hipbones.

God, that cock was just begging for a blowjob.

You were forced to snap out of your insitent staring contest with his growing bluge, when two large fingers hooked right underneath your chin, pulling your gaze upward to meet Choso’s.

Hey, your eyes were equally red!

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting you, baby…” you snap out of your daze for the second time at the sound of his sighed words, and before you knew it, Choso was pulling you in for a kiss.

Soft, pillowy cushions found each other in a tight locked embrace, slow and unhurried, despite your thoughts otherwise.

Neither of you realized how slow the pace you two were actually going at was. Hell, both you and Choso were thinking that it was all a messy clash of tongues, teeth and saliva.

But in reality, the drugs had slowed your systems down so much, engulfed you two in ecstasy so deep, that shit was meddling with your brain chemistry.

In other words, you were basically melting into one another.

Tongues moved in tandem, swirling spit around in each other’s mouths, sucking slow.

Choso groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your sensitive lips, sending shivers of attraction down your spine, the feeling intensifying when he guided you down onto your back against the couch.

His hair was messy and undone, the spiky pigtails now free—framing his gorgeous features perfectly.

“Cho…” you breathe, pulling back for air.

“Baby…” he replies, brown eyes staring back at you.

It’s only a matter of desperation and time before clothes start ripping and flying all over the place, and before you know it…

Choso was guiding two of his thick fingers against your entrance, your wet cunt sucking the digits in with zero hesitance.

Both of you groaned at the wet squelch of the first thrust of his fingers forward, and your needy gasp had Choso’s cock throbbing alive in his pants.

“Mfuck, wan' your cock so bad,” you whine, eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

“I know, I know, baby. You think I don’t wanna burry myself in that pretty pussy? So wet f'me,” he reassured you with wet kisses to your jawline.

“But I just need you stretch you out for me a little. S'not gonna fit otherwise,” the promise was clear in his voice, and it had you clenching around him.

His fingers move within you like he was trying to prepare you for something much more intimidating, and he was.

And right before your first climax overtook your already overstimulated body, you were overcome by a sudden, and very overwhelming, feeling of emptiness.

A squirm. A pant. A whine.

And a coo from your sweet baby Choso, his knuckles brushing over your flushed cheekbone, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

“Shh, it’s okay… you’re not getting punished, you’re doing amazing.”

You’d been so caught up in your need to chase the peak that his fingers provided, that you hadn’t even noticed that his boxers had been long discarded.

Stroking up and down the lenght of his painfully hard cock, tracing the veins simultaneously, Choso felt like he was in heaven already.

And suddenly, the atmosphere was really easy to pay attention to.

Everything felt so heavy, in the most delicious sense of the word. You find yourself enjoying how thick the air in the room was, how you felt the need to cling to him at any and every given moment.

Choso proceeded to line himself up with your fluttering hole, though not before teasing the drooly folds with that perfectly pink tip of his.

Trust me when I say, that your cunt tried to fit Choso in, to suck it right into your snug warmth and keep him there.

But that dick was just.

Not.

Fitting.

“Mmngghh… c- can’t fit,” you whine the obvious, chest rising up and down frantically.

“Fuuuckk… you a -ngh- virgin, or something? Shhitt, hahh- ssso t- t- tighttt…” Choso’s attempts at guiding his cock into your pussy seemed to be never ending.

But, patience prevails, am I right?

Because soon enough, he realized that one sudden thrust was all it took.

“Theere we gooo, good girl. You’re so beautiful, so amazing,” his pace was steady and careful, as to not hurt you—based off of how you gasped when he finally did enter you, nails digging into his back in the most delectable way.

He built a stable pace, because God knows Choso was all about slow strokes and sweet songs of praise in bed.

With your legs around his waist and his cock burried to the hilt inside of your velvety walls, all he ever wanted to do was to make love to you, and to stay there.

“O- oh, shhoo ggoodd…” each thwap!thawp!thawp! of his pelvis against yours blended in with your unrestrained cries of pleasure, slurred and needy.

The kisses that Choso trailed along the warm skin of your neck were like gentle imprints of his love, soft and sweet in comparison to the mind-numbingly overstimulating manner in which his thick cock was hammering into your tight cunt.

“Hhahh- I’m- h- ssoo… nghh- close, Cho…” he could feel the way you clenched around him, wet pussy sucking him in deeper and deeper, making each thrust more difficult to execute.

“M- me t- too, baby,” Choso nodded, his right hand sneaking down to softly press down on your lower abdomen, increasing pressure to ensure your impending orgasm followed suit with his.

His rhythmic thrusts began growing further more shallow the longer he continued to hold off his need for release.

“Cum f'me, sweetheart. I’m right there with you, yeah?” He breathed.

Then came a sharp snap of his hips forward.

And then another.

And another.

And so your highs built.

And built.

With each grind of his cock deeper into your snug heat.

“Ahh- m'gonna- Choso!” the orgasm had been a slow build up—like a volcanic explosion, showing signs of it’s approach.

And when it did errupt, it was so powerful it left you dazed. It hit you like a an earthquake, shaking you to your core.

Literally.

Your stomach muscles convulsed beyond your control, hips writhing off of the bed and morphing your back in a deep arch, and your poor, poor legs were left shaking and trembling.

Choso followed suit not even a minute later. A few more shallow thrusts was all it took for his hips to lock up, emptying himself inside of you. Ropes of cum spurted out into your empty womb, painting your insides white with his fertile semen.

And his groans… good lord, the sounds that man made.

It was something in between a a groan and a pathetic whimper, something akin to a puppy’s pitiful noises.

“Mmnn, love you, sweetheart…” his breaths were shallow, ragged, and so were yours, chests heaving as you two basked in the immediate afterglows of your orgasms.

But then, your body froze.

Did he just-

Yeah, he did.

“Choso, I-“ you began, but were soon cut off by Choso’s embarrassed ramblings.

“I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did,” his panicked eyes searched for yours in hopes of understanding.

“I mean, you’re lovely. Not that I don’t love you. A- as a friend, of course. Well, not as a friend, we just had sex-“

“Choso. Choso, shut up,” an amused smile spread across your lips, eyes twinkling with that same emotion.

“I love you, too, Cho,” you whisper, the words sending shivers down his spine, warmth spreading through his chest.

“You mean it?” As if in disbelief, Choso froze.

“Every word, baby. Been wanting to say it for a long time,” nodding, you confirm with a soft chuckle.

And then, in true Disney style, the two of you lock lips in a magical kiss, all fireworks and exploding emotions, one that carried much more weight to it, than the ones prior to his impromptu confession.

And it sure wouldn’t be the last.

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A/N: writer’s block is such a bitch. So sorry this took me forever to finish :( I hope y’all like it though <3

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[paperellina]

baby!daddy toji missing his baby mama and his girl :( (x chubby reader)

tojis very unfortunately halfway through a miserable shift when his phone buzzes in his pocket, vibrating against the fabric of his trousers.

he almost ignores it.

but then he sees your name on the screen and his thumbs already moving before he can think about it. the photo loads slowly, shitty service and all, and the second it clears, he exhales hard through his nose.

its you. soft faced and sleepy looking in one of those oversized shirts he remembers too well, your baby is tucked against your chest with those big round cheeks pressed into you, tiny hand fisted in the front of your shirt while she stares into the camera, eyes wide and mouth half open like she doesnt understand what it is.

youre smiling, and its one of those small, warm ones that always got him bad. It makes his whole face tightens immediately.

"…fuck." he mutters under his breath.

the guy next to him glances over, trying to peer into tojis phone.

"what?" he asks, voice gruff, eyes fixed on tojis phone.

toji just shakes his head once, replying with a low "nothin.", already staring back at the picture, huffing out a soft laugh because his daughters got milk on her chin.

you look tired, but pretty. and his daughter just looks like the cutest thing in the whole entire world. and suddenly he misses her so bad it physically pisses him off.

he misses both of you.

he zooms in on the baby first, thumb dragging over the screen, eyes softening without him realizing, staring at those fat little cheeks and the way shes tucked right into you like thats her favorite place on earth.

then his eyes drift back to you.

your soft stomach under the blanket, your hair messy, your face bare, holding his baby like its the easiest thing in the world.

you always send him things like this. little selfies, videos of the baby laughing, pictures of her asleep on your chest.

Irs like you know he needs them, like you know hes sitting at work missing her every second. missing you too, even if neither of you says that part out loud anymore.

"she wouldnt nap unless i held her.." you text him.

toji stares at it for a second before looking back at the photo again, then he types back.

"yeah? spoilin’ her already." he texts back.

"send me another one."

he sighs, something warm casting over his whole body. he smiles when you send him another one, this time a photo where his baby is trying to grab the camera, fingers all grabby towards the screen.

"miss my girl." he replies.

he doesnt specify which one.

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[plumkissed]

first kiss with boyfriend!choso except he doesn’t know what a kiss is ᝰ.ᐟ fluff, fem!reader

“do you think it’d be weird if i kissed him?”

maki had looked at you like you had two heads when she asked, “why would that be weird? he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

“well, yeah… but, isn’t the guy usually supposed to do it first?”

“choso wasn’t even a fully conscious being a year ago.” she scoffed, “your boyfriend is essentially one of those expanding pill toys we used to soak in the sink as kids. there’s nothing ‘usual’ about you two. I say go for it.”

you nibble the inside of your lip as you think back to the conversation you’d had with your friend just a few hours earlier. she was right, there is absolutely nothing normal about a jujutsu sorcerer and a death painting being in a relationship, so perhaps it isn’t fair to apply the same expectations you would a normal guy to choso. and though he was different from any guy you’d been with before, you could say with utmost certainty that no one has ever treated you as well as your sweet boy does, even if his methods were a little unconventional at times and he still referred to you as his ‘mate’ instead of his girlfriend. but that was just something you’d gotten used to.

the two of you are sat under a tree on a breezy day with your back against the bark and choso’s head tucked in your lap contently. he has his eyes closed but you can tell he’s not sleeping, just resting, his pretty lashes kissing his cheeks. chest rising and falling slowly. if anything, his relaxed stature should mirror onto you but it only makes you more nervous.

gently, you move to hold his face in your hands, thumbs dusting over his cheeks which makes him exhale a breath through his nose a little heavier in response. though no longer a stranger to your touch, it still makes his heart skip all the same. choso and affection had never crossed paths until he’d met you.

and slowly, you lower your face to his, eyes drawing to a close when you carefully slot your lips over his own. you remain there for a beat before you pull away to see a pair of alerted, intense eyes staring directly into yours.

“what did you just do?”

he’s so matter of fact. you still aren’t quite sure if you’re used to how much weight his voice has when he uses it. how it feels like he’s speaking into you instead of to you.

“um, I-“ you swallow, hard. “it was a kiss. i kissed you.”

you hadn’t really thought this through, you realize as your mouth runs dry. feels like it’s been filled with sand.

“why? what is a ‘kiss’?” he’d paused to taste the word, like he’d never spoken it before. because he hadn’t.

“it’s what you do when you like someone. when words aren’t enough to show it. you put your lips on theirs, and… move them.”

you were going to kill maki.

he nods, but he still seems to be thinking on it. “what does it mean?”

“it’s kind of hard to explain. but it’s supposed to be a good thing, you know… that couples do.” he shifts slightly, arms coming up to cross under his head instead. his knuckles brushing against the skin of your thighs, the feeling of his hands making you fidget a bit. they were almost hot.

“how’d it make you feel?” you ask.

“do it again.”

“what?”

he repeats himself, “do it again. you caught me off guard the first time.”

so you do as you’re told. once. just a peck, barely a second. then again, but this time, you stay long enough to feel his lips tentatively start to move against yours. to feel them press deeper into yours when his chin tilts upwards.

a breath is shared between the two of you, lips ghosting against each other’s before you pull away completely.

your heart is beating fast and you know he can sense it.

“so? now how do you feel?” it comes out really soft because you’re nervous and you truly can’t read him right now.

he looks… confused. curious? you don’t know, but there’s a harsh line between his brows while he mulls on his answer.

“warm. like my blood is about to burst through my veins any second now… like—“ his lips close, then part again, but it takes a few more seconds for words to escape and for the first time ever you hear choso trip over his words. “like the feeling you get when you’re getting ready to fight someone. but… different. more intense.”

“cho, it’s okay if you didn’t like—“

he doesn’t let you finish.

“give me more,” and he tacks it on for good measure because yuji’s told him he needs to work on his manners. “please.”

.

.

.

©plumkissed 2026

[cherrychoso]

I CONFIRM I WAS HIS FIRST EVERYTHING

[sadisticslut666]

All the different ways Toji disciplines you when you’ve pissed him off:

1. Spanking: Bent over his lap, ass up, with his massive hand slapping until your skin is burning red and you’re kicking your legs like a brat.

2. Edging: He’ll finger you, eat you out, or fuck you right to the edge for hours, then pull out or stop the second you’re about to cum.

3. Face-fucking: On your knees with your hands pinned behind your back while he uses your throat. He loves the way your eyes water and how you gag around his thick cock when he hits the back of your throat.

His absolute favorite, though? Making you ride him until your legs completely give out.

Toji leans back against the headboard, cock buried deep inside you, hands lazily resting on your hips without helping. That smug smirk is plastered on his face while you bounce on him. “C’mon baby,” he drawls, “you were running that mouth so much earlier. Keep it movin’. Don’t stop just ‘cause your legs are shaking.”

You whine, hands braced on his broad chest, sweat dripping down your back as you try to keep riding him. “B-but Tojiiii… I’m so fucking tired. My legs hurt…”

He laughs at you, “Aww, princess. Your legs hurt?” one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple hard enough to make you squeak. “Shoulda thought about that before you were eye-fucking Sukuna’s abs like you don’t got me? All I asked for was the truth and you decided to lie to my face.”

You whimper, nails digging into his chest as your legs tremble violently. Every time you sink down, his fat tip kisses the end of your wet cunt. “Toji—please,” you whine, trying to grind instead of bounce, anything to give your burning thighs a break. “I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t—fuck—I wasn’t staring like that…”

He laughs as both hands grip your hips now, but he still doesn’t help forcing you to do all the work. “Bullshit. You were lookin’. And you lied about it. So now you’re gonna keep bouncing on this dick until I’m satisfied.” He bucks up once, making you cry out. “Keep. It. Movin’.”

Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely lift yourself anymore. You slump forward, pressing your sweaty forehead to his collarbone, hips still weakly circling.

His cock throbs inside you as your rhythm gets sloppy. He shakes his head in disappointment at you, “Tch, faster. Don’t make me do all the work after you pissed me off.”

You sob out a moan and obey, forcing your burning muscles to keep moving. “Please…I can’t—my legs are done, Ji, m’sorry—”

He laughs mockingly as his grip on your hips tightens and he starts thrusting up into you, tits bouncing as your ass slaps his thighs. The shift from you doing all the work to him using you like a toy is dizzying.

You cry out, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you senseless. “This is what you get for lying,” he growls against your ear, “Next time you stare at another man, I won’t be so nice.” He punctuates the threat by slamming you down on his cock and grinding deep.

You glare down at him through teary eyes, “You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” you pant, trying to sound tough even while your whining on his cock, “Next time I catch you staring at some random woman’s ass or tits, I swear I’ll—”

He shuts you up by pulling you down closer by the hip, forcing you to take every inch. His voice is sickeningly sweet, dripping with mocking affection as he coos at you. “Uh-uh. None of that, sweetheart. Because unlike you, I don’t stare. I have eyes for you and only you. This dick only gets hard for this pretty pussy right here.”

You try to look away as he thrusts into you harder, wet slick sliding down your thighs onto his. “Y-you look sometimes, I know you do—”

“Nah. You’re imagining things, princess. Eyes only for you.” He picks up the pace, fucking you harder as your tits bounce with every thrust.“Why would I look anywhere else when I’ve got my own needy girl bouncing on me like this, hm?”

You try to argue again but it comes out a moan as your slick drips down his cock. “What was that? Sorry I didn’t catch that, baby,” he continues in that mocking tone, “I could just keep doing this. Make you ride me again right after you cum. And again. And again. Until those pretty legs are shaking so bad you can’t even think about accusing me of shit.”

You’re a mess on top of him, babbling apologies and whimpers as you try not to come so hard. He keeps fucking you through it, and when you finally start to calm down, whimpering and oversensitive, he presses a mocking little kiss to your forehead. “Aw, don’t cry, baby. We’re nowhere near done. You still gotta keep riding this dick and maybe then I’ll consider forgiving you for being such a pretty little liar.”

a/n: tell kuna to come over and join too

[cherrychoso]

B B B BANGEEERRRR