contents. satoru x gn!reader. fluff. angsty, but it’s a good kind of angst. (?). hurt/comfort.
★ jiah’s notes. i’m missing satoru like a mf bro
you can feel something within you.
it’s a tiny thing, worthy of being unnoticed. worthy of being whisked away by other thoughts that keep you occupied all day long. but you still hold onto it, warming its hand and giving it a little squeeze, though you’re not sure why.
it’s not something significant, yet you notice it anyway.
(like a leaf landing on your shoe when trees shed their woes away.)
it scratches at your insides. it tries to squeeze itself through your ribs and your heart attempts to shush it, pacify it, but this thing is a petulant child. it bawls and bites the hand that tries to feed, hiding away in a corner somewhere.
(but it stays.)
you put a hand over your chest, trying to locate where it is. where are you? you don’t say it out loud, but for some reason, you know it’ll hear you. odd little thing it is, so predictable and lost.
i’m not gonna come outside, it says, and you can hear the hurt in its voice— the way it cracks a little. you can feel it curl up onto itself, shielding itself from everyone and everything, hoping that it’ll never be seen again.
(you give up.)
your fingers absent-mindedly tap the mug you’ve been holding, barely registering the soft tinkling of metal against ceramic when you stir the contents with a spoon. it sounds a little familiar, though, a distant voice at the back of your head whispers. sounds like a certain someone.
you realise what the little thing’s been all along.
(you should’ve seen it coming. cheeky, odd thing, fooling you once again.)
it’s longing.
you can feel exactly where it is now.
it is the lump in your throat that refuses to be swallowed down. it is the lingering glance your eyes give the clock whenever you catch a glimpse of the sky outside your window. it is the way your feet carry you to a room on their own. it is the way you pick up two spoons instead of one when you pile some ice cream onto your bowl.
(it is the burn beneath your skin and the rattling chains over your bones.)
you flop down on the couch, eyes fixated on the blank screen of your television. you raise the cup to your lips and have a sip— you don’t even know what you’re drinking.
(a pause.)
for one thing, it’s sweet. too sweet, in fact.
(a sickening sweet that makes the sting of the curled up longing blaze like an open wound.
all because of a certain someone.)
you miss him.
you miss him, gods, you miss him. you feel like you’re dying.
a moment ago, you had placed your hand over your chest whilst trying to find out where the something within you lay, and in the next moment it’s all over you— consuming you whole from the inside out. gnawing at your soul and trapping the air before it could escape, and you start to lose your breath.
(you can’t take it anymore.)
your shaky hands let go of the mug and it spills some coffee on the floor; your feet carry you towards your room in such hurried steps that it might as well look like you’re sprinting away.
(running away from it.
the damned longing.)
and before you know it, you’re pressing satoru’s name on your screen.
it rings mechanically, but you feel it echo within your mind like a haunting melody.
please, you think. plea. request. demand. you’re not sure what you’re begging for. you just are. please, please, please, please—
(a pause.)
“hello?”
it’s quite remarkable, the way the tension within you deflates.
(how could it not?)
his voice is the evening summer breeze that brushes away stray strands of your hair when you close your eyes. his voice is the lingering aftertaste of gum on your tongue, the one that you wish stayed a little longer. his voice is the soft coo in your ear that soothes your chained bones and coaxes the longing away.
(your satoru’s voice.)
“satoru,” you breathe out. really breathe out. it sounds more like a gasp than anything, and you’re more than aware of the little crack in your voice.
(but you go on, anyway.)
“satoru.” you repeat again.
it feels so much better to have it on your lips that you want to say it till you can’t speak. till you can’t breathe.
(it’s the only thing keeping you alive, anyway.)
“yeah, baby?” he murmurs. you can feel the tiredness clinging to his light tone. your poor baby, he must be so tired. and you? you’re calling him just because you couldn’t handle his absence.
(but a tiny part of you allows you to be a little selfish. just this once.)
“. . . hello? honeybun?”
his voice startles you a little. you realise that you’ve been zoning out since the past minute.
(just this once, you finally swallow the lump in your throat.)
“yeah,” you say, “yeah— yeah. ’m here.”
“good,” he laughs a little. you feel those chains unravel themselves. “i was starting to wonder whether you’d fallen asleep on me after calling me in the middle of the might. not that i’d mind.”
“no, i just. . . i—” your cheeks heat up a little. “i . . have you eaten?”
(a pause.)
oh, satoru’s heart is in shambles right now, but he wouldn’t change the ache on his chest for anything. you probably can’t see it, but he’s not even bothering to blink away the tears that spill down his cheeks like little, forbidden crystals.
(the strongest was just so weak for you.)
“yeah,” he manages to say, after a while, “yeah. i’ve eaten, sweetheart. you?”
“i have,” you murmur.
(i miss you, you think. i’ll wait.)
“good,” he murmurs back.
(i miss you, satoru thinks. wait for me.)
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obsessedbf!choso who's just so obsessed with your beautiful face and perfect body that he just can't help but take you anywhere and everywhere at almost all times.
obsessedbf!choso who can’t stand the feeling of not being inside of you, so wakes up with his morning wood already planted deeply in you, having slipped in to cockwarm himself for the night as you dozed off the night before after hours of his devoted praises and mind mushing strokes.
obsessedbf!choso who wakes you up with the feeling on his teeth grazing your nipples and cock sated deep inside you, hitting that gummy part inside you just right, causing a moan to leave your lips before your eyes have even opened for the day, inner corners still crusted from last nights tears.
obsessedbf!choso who can’t help but marvel at your beauty, the morning sun sneaking in through the thin curtains and leaving a glow upon your body, your face being the epitome of a goddess in his eyes. The love marks and bites he’d left strewn across your body a canvas he was intent on restoring to its full canvas of pink and purple coloring.
obsessedbf!choso who gets flustered at your ass barely grazing his front so he takes you right then and there on the bathroom sink counter as you’re both brushing your teeth, attempting to start the day. keyword: attempting. You hadn’t been able to get more than two steps away from him after getting out of bed before he was pouncing on you, eager to start the day with at least three orgasms in bed before a shower.
obsessedbf!choso who has to have you come at least twice more in the shower, fingers skillfully working in and out your cunt, thumb circling your clit, mouth biting at your neck. He’d made you see lovesick hearts as you came. He’d only given up at two after you’d gotten shampoo in your eye and told him you were determined to not have another hour long shower.
obsessedbf!choso whose eyes never stray too far from your beautiful face when driving to the mall. One hand on the wheel with the other planted on your thigh. He took every opportunity to glance at you and at red lights he’d even give you a kiss, trying to start a make-out session before the car behind you honked at the light turning green, causing you to playfully push his head towards the road.
obsessedbf!choso who drags you into whatever store or boutique he thinks would suit you, one of which being a lingerie store. He had only lasted so long, picking out lace thongs and crotchless g-strings for you to try on for him. He'd snuck into the dressing room when the attendant was distracted, eyes landing on your figure through the mirror, the matching set complimenting your curves in the most delicious way possible. He just couldn't help the flush upon his cheeks and your floral, girly perfume was no help either. You held a salacious smile as you saw the look in his eyes as he neared your practically naked body.
obsessedbf!choso who savors the taste of your pussy leaves him drunk on, slobbering all over your clit, panties stuffed between your lips to keep your moans quiet from the attendant just fluttering around outside the fitting room. There was simply no possible way for him to have done anything else, he would've never made it to the car with the painful strain he felt against his jeans.
obsessedbf!choso who stops by your favorite fast food joint before heading home, to buy you both food for the night, ordering and paying without even a smidge of hesitation, providing and taking care of a natural reflex. Sometimes he felt as though he'd been put on the planet simply to love and protect you, to cherish and adore every minuscule detail about you. From your fast food order to the way you got ticklish when he grabbed at your ankles to each name and birthday you'd chosen for each of your plushie "children."
obsessedbf!choso who treats you like a princess with the utmost care when you're home, carrying both you and the bags from the day's excursion into the apartment. He sets you down and turns on the show you've been binging, you have made it to the final season finally. Choso had actually been the one to recommend it, so it came as a shock to you when he wanted to watch Love Island, but you had come to enjoy its cringe as well as lewdness, just as he knew you would.
obsessedbf!choso who feeds you your food, making sure you finish it all, as well as ensuring a plentiful amount of hydration and electrolytes to make up for the loss in bodily fluids all throughout the day. He also wanted to account for deep into the night when you'd be too busy in the bedroom to return to the kitchen. He sighed in contentment at the thought, him loving you for hours and hours. He'd make you cry sweet tears, juices soaking the sheets from the amount of times he'd make you cum.
obsessedbf!choso who begins teasing you halfway through an episode, having been finished eating a short while. Choso felt a sweet satisfaction at the feel he'd had earlier at your pleasantly bloated tummy, you'd eaten well and were now sated and fed. He was ready to give you the last bit of care for the night, dragging his hand softly up the inner part of your thigh towards your clothed cunt. Your smile turned one of playfulness, giggling at the ticklish but soft feel but his calloused hand.
obsessedbf!choso who absolutely adored that laugh, he vied to be the cause of that laugh, hell he'd gotten off on that laugh more time than he could count, needing a cold shower so often after hanging out with you in the previous stage of your relationship, one that began as 'friends.' It was a light term in Choso's case, he'd been a pathetic lovesick mess over you since he first laid eyes on you. You'd been with Sukuna at the time and he'd seen you at one of his parties, attending to sell some pre-rolls and flower to the on-goers at the party you'd met at. He didn't mind the boyfriend you'd had at the time as he knew you'd be his forever and more when he was done.
obsessedbf!choso who tugs your body over his shoulder and hauls for the bedroom, laying you down gently onto the bed as he steps back to look at you. At the pouty lips you'd bruise with his kisses, at the neck he'd mark, the legs that would wrap so perfectly against him. He let out a whine at the thought before lunging at you. He was quick to remove every piece of clothing from you, tossing them about the rest with a desperate urgency. He needed to touch you, to lick you, to kiss you, oh god, to fuck you.
obsessedbf!choso who began kissing over the inner corners of your thighs, grabbing your legs to lift them over his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his face so that he might get a taste at your pretty pussy. His lips are quick to latch onto your clit, the gasp you let out as he begins to suck is enough for his cock to throb from where was confined painfully into the denim.
obsessedbf!choso who adds in a finger as he continues to such, practically french kissing all over your bound, pussy wet with both slick and his spit. You can't help the moan you let out as he enters a second finger, then a third, slick gushing all over the digits. He's only spurred on by this, now biting at your labia. Your walls clench painfully around his fingers and as he witnesses those familiar notions.
obsessedbf!choso who watches in your awe as desperate cries leave your plump and shiny kiss-bitten lips, your chest heaves with desperate breaths, tits raising appetizingly. Your thighs shake as you let out a cry of Choso's name, cumming on his finger as he pulls them out to lick diligently before suckling at your hole, drinking up every last bit of your taste, of your nectarine peak.
obsessedbf!choso who shifts your body closer to your side of the bed and lifts your stainless steel tumbler cup to your lips, ice water soothing down your throat. He smiles in adoration at the glow surrounding you, your flushed face the most beautiful thing he’d ever have the pleasure of setting his eyes on. He can’t help his wandering hands as they trail down your cheek towards the curve of your spine, the plump shape of your ass, your perfectly shaped thighs. Everything about you made him weak with devotion, with obsession. Which was why he couldn’t help the satisfaction at your deeper flushed face when he reminds you that it was only the first round. One out of five. Maybe ten? He’d love to be between those pretty thighs for that much.
a/n: should i write their backstory at the party and the drama with sukuna? 🙈
you’re already boneless on the mattress, chest heaving, thighs trembling from the third—maybe fourth?—round tonight. sweat sticks your hair to your forehead; every muscle feels like warm liquid. you can barely keep your eyes open, let alone lift your hips to meet him anymore.
but yuji’s still going.
his pink hair is damp, sticking up in wild strands. those big brown eyes are wide and bright, cheeks flushed, lips parted around soft pants like he’s just getting started. he’s braced over you, strong arms caging you in, cock still hard and thick inside where you’re swollen and sensitive.
“baby,” he breathes, voice all honey and concern even as his hips roll slow, deep. “you okay? need me to stop?”
you whimper. it’s too much—too full, too deep, every drag lighting up oversensitive nerves. your hands push weakly at his chest.
“yuji… i can’t… i’m done…”
he freezes instantly. brows knit. lower lip juts out in that heartbreaking little pout that always undoes you.
“really? but you feel so good… and you’re so pretty when you come for me…”
he leans down, nuzzling your neck, pressing tiny kisses along your jaw. one hand slips between you to circle your clit so gently it’s almost ticklish. his voice drops to that soft, pleading whisper he knows you can’t resist.
“just one more? please? i’ll be so careful… promise i’ll make it good…”
your resolve crumbles. he’s too earnest, too sweet, too fucking adorable with those flushed cheeks and hopeful eyes. you sigh, wrap shaky arms around his neck.
“okay… one more.”
his whole face lights up like you just handed him the moon.
“thank you, baby!”
he kisses you deep, slow, then starts moving again—careful now, measured, grinding just right while his thumb keeps petting your clit in lazy circles. you’re exhausted. wrecked. but when he groans your name like it’s a prayer and spills inside you for the last time, trembling and whispering how much he loves you…
note. dk how to feel abt this lol…. art by naomiiocha
after having your baby, your body changed drastically. especially in your breasts. they were all swell and full of milk now. causing stained clothes and discomfort.
satoru became more attentive then he’s ever been. always making sure that you and the baby are okay. but one day, when you and satoru were together, milk started to leak through the front of your dress…
and that awakened something deep inside of him.
he didn’t know what came over him. whenever he’d catch you breastfeeding your son, this weird feeling of jealousy would twist in his stomach. it didn’t help how the little guy looked just like him either!
one day, when you were out and asked him to feed the baby, he opened the fridge and stared at it like he struck gold. all of the baby bottles filled with the milk that you pumped out, practically winking at him to have a taste… just one little sip.
so he did. after feeding and burping him, he reached for another bottle absentmindedly. the moment he took a sip of the liquid, his eyes widened.
the flavor was immaculate, he never tasted anything like this before. it was so creamy and sweet—but not sickly sweet. it was pretty mild. honestly, it might’ve been one of the best things he’d ever had.
it might even be better than the kikufuku mochi he was always obsessed with.
before he knew it, the bottle was empty. he dragged his tongue over his lips, catching the last bit with no shame whatsoever. not only did it taste good, but it came from from your body? his wife’s bodily fluids?! it aroused him so much…
after that, bottles started disappearing. you noticed it pretty quickly. each time you checked the fridge, there was less and less. the baby was pissed too! making everything more weird. eventually, you asked satoru if he had any idea what’s been happening to them, and all he did was shrug. “i don’t know, baby. maybe we’re overfeeding him?”
one night, after the baby had finally fallen asleep, you stayed up. complaining about how your breasts were too full and achy. they needed to be drained.
to satoru, this was the perfect opportunity. he offered to help you drain some of it out. and of course, as his wife, you were more than welcome to have your husband take care of you.
but what you didn’t know was that you were making his peculiar fantasies finally come to life…
“mm—toru..! don’t suck too hard. that hurts..” you muttered. currently, your beloved husband was too busy. his soft lips cupped around one of your nipples while his hands fondled both your breasts.
“sorry, baby. can’t help it,” he said, voice muffled. “tastes sooo good. like honey nut cheerios… and almond,” he was in absolute bliss and his dick wasn’t even inside you. tasting it from the bottle was one thing, but sucking it straight out of your fat tits? now that was a whole new experience.
his white lashes fluttered, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. the stimulation made more milk to spew out into his mouth. he moaned lowly when the liquid hit his tongue.
you mewled softly as he continued to massage your sore breasts, milk seeping between his fingers. your hand rested on your his head, scratching his scalp gently. he kept squeezing you, forcing more and more milk to spray out. he lapped it all up like a little kitten, some of it even dripping down his chin.
“fuck, toru. you’re so disgustinggg…” you moaned, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
he laughed breathlessly. “only for you,” he cooed. he began to tease your nipples by pinching them and giving them light flicks with his tongue. he rubbed the leaked milk around your areola with his fingers before licking it off with a long stripe. the relief was euphoric. you bit your lip, and your pussy that was already soaked gushed more slick.
he put both nipples in his drooling mouth and squeezed your breasts roughly together, encouraging more of the rich sweetness out of you for him to greedily drink down. “mmph.. so fucking sweet… my sweet girl,” he groaned.
“o-ohhh..! s-satoruuu,” you whined underneath him. shuddering as you felt his dick rub up and down your clothed folds. basically dry humping you.
“shhh… m’ right here. just let daddy take care of you, kay? m’ almost done,” he murmured against your skin. a whimper fell out of your trembling lips. he continued his ministrations until he worked all the firmness from your tits, leaving them soft and doughy as they should be.
when he was done, he let go of your nipples with a small pop! “feels better, hm?” he asked, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking the sticky liquid off.
“mhmm, yes… t-thank you,” you said shyly, still trembling. slick puddling in your panties from how good he treated you. he let out a low chuckle and leaned in, giving you a soft kiss. you could taste the nectarous liquid on his tongue when he slipped it past your lips.
“we should start doing this more often… oh, honey,” he started, looking at the ginormous damp spot between your thighs. there’s no way that he’s going to sleep without fucking you now. “guess i have something else to help you with.”
@chosayi 2026 ( ummm… would you say that you are… kinky?? )
Getting Choso high with your friends was never a good idea.
Warnings: drug use, sub!choso, handjob, mommy kink, tit sucking, and not proofread 😞
Choso has always been clingy towards you. It didn’t matter where or who was around, he had to be touching you in some form of way. Your presence grounds him, calms his worries and anxieties. But even if Choso was clingy in public, he knew what boundaries not to cross. Til tonight at least.
It wasn’t like this was the first time the two of you had gotten high together. Sure when intoxicated Choso gets more touchier than usual, his voice goes up a few octave and the weapon in his pants grows harder.
With these circumstances you couldn’t fathom why you thought it would be a good idea to sit down and smoke a bowl of pot with everyone. At first it was normal, Choso suffering from a few cough attacks, clinging to you as you comforted him.
It wasn’t anything alarming. When you felt his body slowly drift closer to yours practically leaving no space, you didn’t think anything of it. Happily accepting his tight embrace. Too distracted in a conversation with Yuki, you didn’t notice the way his eyes zeroed in on you. The way he went silent, no longer engaging with Sukuna and Gojo.
His large hand trailed up your thigh, feather like touch sending shivers down your spine. Jolting in his hold when he squeezes your thigh, finally catching your attention. Taken aback at the sight of your disheveled boyfriend.
Droopy eyes with blown out pupils stared back you. The rouge spreading across his cheek almost matched the color of his red sclera. Plump parted from the subtle pants leaving them. Sheen of sweat glistening in light from the smoked out hot room.
You weren’t exactly sure of how to react to this situation, and you felt sick for feeling a slight tingle between your thighs. “Are you okay, baby.” Fingers running through his dark locks. Which you aren’t too sure if you heard a whine leave his mouth at the caress.
“No.”
Eyes widening at the tone. You know that voice and it’s only used when Choso is feeling needy for his mommy. Flustered at the sudden change of mood which you should’ve have expected.
Scanning your surroundings making sure no one saw the scene going on. Luckily Yuki, Sukuna and Gojo were engaged with their own conversation.
“Aww, is my baby feeling needy?” Soft voice brushing against his ear, he quickly nodded. Face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.
“Yes, mama.” Delicate kisses marked your neck, “I-I can’t think properly. I need you now”
Sighing, you tried to gently pull him away from your neck to get a better look at him but he stubbornly resisted. “Are you sure you can’t wait a bit?” You were enjoying your time with your friends but if your boyfriend needed you to take care of him, you’ll leave in an instant.
Choso’s hard cock pressed itself to your thigh with a whimper, “I can’t wait mommy!” Whining louder than he intended.
Quickly snapping your head towards your friends hoping they didn’t hear the declaration. Yet, they were just as shocked as you by the outburst. You try your best to shield Choso with your body when seeing Sukuna and Gojo struggling to hold in their laughter.
“What the fuck??” Sukuna coughed, hunched over laughing, “No way this loser just called you mommy.”
You pulled Choso closer to you, scowl forming on your face, “Don’t be a fucking asshole, leave him alone.” The last thing your boyfriend needed right now is to be teased in this state.
“I know you guys were freaks.” Gojo remarked, an annoying ass smirk reaching his face.
Quickly standing up and snatching your boyfriend’s hand, “We’re leaving.” Already heading towards the door, dragging your willing boyfriend with you.
“Oh come on, they’re just joking.” Yuki tried to settle the tension, but you had already made your mind up.
“It’s fine, we’ll see you guys later.”
You barely even had the chance to drive somewhere more secluded, before Choso began to start pawing at your chest. He couldn’t wait any longer to have you, forcing you to follow him to the backseat. Laying on your side lips meeting his in a swift movement.
“I’m sorry for embarrassing you, mommy.” He whispered, you taking the chance to slip your tongue into his needy mouth. Hand rubbing up his body, traveling underneath his shirt. Fingers squeezing his juicy pec, rolling the sensitive nipple with your thumb, “O-oh please, I’ll do a-anything!” Body arching into your touch, hips jolting against your thigh.
Mouth sucking on his tongue, wishing it was his pretty cock, reeling the moans from him. “You never embarrass, baby.” Reassuring him, string of spit connecting the two of you as you pull away. “All mommy wants to do is make you feel good.”
Other hand gripping his hard cock in his sweatpants. Choso hated wearing underwear and you couldn’t be any happier. Rubbing the length, the friction of the material making him cry out at the pleasure.
High pitched whines reached yours ears, “Mommy!” Large hand trying its best to pull down your top. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you allowed him to release your breast. Hand guiding his head towards what he wanted the most, Choso parted his wet lips promptly attaching to the nipple.
“Fuck, baby.” He didn’t spare anytime, sucking harshly at the nipple. His thick fingers pinching the free nipple, not wanting to neglect nothing.
Lowering the sweatpants just enough to allow his needy cock to be released from the confinements. Fat cock slapping against his stomach with a thunk, twitching at the cold air. Pre cum dribbled from his angry red mushroom tip, down to his cum filled balls.
Soft hand wrapping around the thickness, using the creamy substance as lube. Choso’s grip on your tit tightened at the contact, muffled whimpers can be heard. Twisting your hand when you reach his sensitive tip.
“Is mommy making you feel good?” Cooing at the nursing man, he didn’t dare pull away from your tit to speak. Referring to rapid nods, eyes closed with content.
The growing wetness between your thighs, made your head dizzy. You weren’t too sure if it was the weed, if you were to horny, or both. Tingles ran throughout your body, only amplified when you hear his needy voice.
Choso’s bucked up into your head, sloppily following your rhythm. Squeezing his dripping tip, more pre spurting out making your hand even more messy. Running your thumb underneath the tip, pressing down hard causing his thick thighs to shake involuntarily.
“Oh mommy, milk me please!” His voice was muffled, by the slurping sound. He could never hold back his moans and begging mommy for more.
Your hand sped up, biting you lip at the way his balls jerked at the change of pace. You knew he was close by the way his and and balls clenching, dark eyes rolling back, and his whines even higher.
“Such a good boy for mommy. I barely even started and you are about to make a mess.”
Tightening around his base, feeling his hot cock rapidly twitch in your hand. Choso couldn’t hold it back anymore, body shaking like a leaf as he comes close to his climax. Rubbing your thumb upon his tender slit.
He throws his head back, mouth unintentionally detaching from your body. “I-I can’t hold it mommy, please let your baby cum.” He begging through rapid gasping for air.
“Give mommy all you cum baby don’t be shy.” You encouraged hand becoming rougher with your movements guiding him to his climax.
Incoherent strings of words, and your name fell from his lips. Hips stilling in mid air, hot creamy cum gushing out. Messing your hand, cute desperate moans forcing their way out, “Ah-Ah!” your hand reaches down to squeeze his balls. Making sure to milk every last drop out of him.
I wanna be high all the time would you come with me?
In which Plug!Choso can't seem to follow family policy and always lets you get away with not paying...with money, that is ;)
Warnings: smut, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you will be blocked, p in v, cunnilingus, talks of weed, criminal activity, swearing, talks of 'whoring oneself out', Choso gets used and abused here but when does he not in my fics, premature ejaculation (Choso can't help it poor thing), features Sukuna, a little crack, college au, non-curse au, not proofread
Word Count: 2.7k
Art by einruji__ on insta
“No, not this time.”
You groan. “What? No, come on. Just whip your dick out and let me suck it a little.”
Plug!Choso’s fingers drum on his steering wheel, the paint on his nails almost completely scratched off. “Can’t. Sukuna throws a fit every time the money doesn’t add up — somehow he can tell when I’ve put in my own money.”
The era of getting free weed in exchange for the oldest currency there existed in the history of humanity has really ended, it seems.
Back in the good ol’ days, you’d slide your panties down your legs in the janitor’s closet and hand it over to him for a baggy, give him a messy blow job behind the bike shed till he blacks out and can’t stop you from snatching what you’re owed, let him suck on your tits in one of the art rooms and call you mommy, or grant him an hour of sketching your pussy for some thing or the other.
Now, he actually expects you to pay up.
Curse the greedy Ryomen bastard — his family’s so stinking rich that he should never have had to resort to drug distribution. He just does it for the love of the game, for control. Running a campus-wide empire must make him so fucking hard.
Guess he’s been especially hard up on his lil cousin because of you. Guilt should consume you, and yet only frustration does.
Sitting in the passenger seat, you shake his arm with a whine. “But, Cho. I’ve got a super hard exam coming up; I need it to calm me.”
Plug!Choso pulls his arm away from you, crossing them altogether so you can’t touch him. “Sorry, I can’t. I’m serious this time. He’s still mad at me for last time, says he’s embarrassed to have such a spineless loser in the family. I’m on the last straw as it is.” He sighs at the memory. “You should go.”
Nah.
Manicured nails poke his beefy bicep, trailing upwards. Goosebumps rise on his skin. He frowns.
“Choso…”
With a groan, he inches away, pressing himself to his window to get as far away from your wandering hand as possible. “Don’t say my name like that.”
“Like what, silly boy?”
Plug!Choso’s messy pigtails bounce with his sudden panic. He’s growing redder in the face, messing up his usual blank expression. “Like that! Like you’re gonna make me eat you out for two hours just for some weed again.”
Since you got into his car, he’s been avoiding your eyes. Maybe he knew you’d come dressed basically like a hooker — tight shirt that hangs low to reveal ample cleavage, tighter skirt that doesn’t even cover your panties when you sit, and his favourite: fishnet tights.
Pouting, you drag your nails to his chin. You grip it firmly and force him to face you. Now that he’s looking at you, all of you, the fight in his eyes waver, washing away Sukuna’s threat and leaving behind only his unbridled desire for you.
Hook.
“Chosito,” you drawl, “are you saying you don’t enjoy eating my pussy out? That’s hurtful.”
Line.
His lashes flutter, lips parting like he’s your puppy and you’ve rubbed at a good spot. “N-no…love your pussy…love your taste.”
Sinker.
You grin, devilishly. “Prove it.”
Adjusting the seat back, reclining all the way down, and parting your legs wide, you beckon him over. He all but scampers to your side, slotting his muscular self in the tight spot between your thighs. You can’t count how many times you’ve ended up in this position. Most times, it’d been for weed. Other times, you’re not afraid to admit, had been because he’s just really fucking good at eating pussy.
Cold metal stings your skin when he grips the pudge of your legs. You hiss.
Plug!Choso says, “Sorry,” before rubbing warmth into your inner thighs. He runs his hands up and down. “I like when you wear fishnets.”
“‘cause they make my thighs pretty?”
“Hmm. Also ‘cause they feel nice against my cheeks.”
You smile. “That’s dirty, Cho.”
He shrugs. Lacking any ounce of hesitation, he rips a hole in your tights, baring you just a layer more to his hungry eyes. His thumb grazes your slit through the material. You fight the urge to squirm. “Dirtier than you wearing lacey, purple panties for me?”
You hum. “I wanted you to have a good view.”
“I hate that you know I like it when you say things like that,” he mutters, breath teasing the sensitive skin. “I hate that you know I’ll always cave in.”
Then, he yanks your panties to the side and wastes no more time. An experienced tongue works its way between your swollen lips, spreading them open with his fingers so he may lap at your entire slit.
“Oh god!”
“Mmm, missed this,” he moans.
His tongue piercing scrapes through the heated flesh, the coldness a sharp contrast. It provides the perfect friction against your clit, drawing it out of its hood. Not many men have a tongue piercing, or can even pull it off. But he…he can more than pull it off; he’s practically the CEO of tongue fucking piercings.
And there’s no faking the wetness gushing out of you.
Honestly, you don’t even like weed that much. You just like this game you play; the prize is always too damn good. Maybe you’re absolutely insane to play with his attraction, but maybe he’s more so because he can never seem to say no.
Not to you at least.
“Suck my clit, Cho,” you ask, growing more and more into it than you had planned.
“You’re so bossy,” he grumbles, though he does exactly as you say.
Threading your fingers through his hair, you guide him, rubbing his face and nose to where you need him most. He’s so pliable under your touch, not a second of resistance. Such a good boy. “You -mm- love it.”
Plug!Choso’s drinking up your dripping juices like it’s his last meal, like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, and he has no intention of letting you go until he’s had his fill. His gluttony fogs up the windows more as rain drizzles over the metal shell.
It’s always like this with him: he says no, you look at him a little wrong, and then he gives in, as though depriving himself of using your body for his own pleasure is such a crime against humanity that he’d be doing the world a disservice by not making you cum.
“Tastes so good,” he mumbles against your clit. “Better than weed.”
“Nothing’s better than weed,” you moan.
His pretty eyes meet yours, all clouded and glossy and half-lidded so quickly. “You’re wrong.” The sincerity, the adamant assertion, the genuine belief in his raspy voice has your back arching off the leather of his fancy sports car.
He’s positively making out with your pussy — there’s no other way to describe it. He’s kissing and tonguing your clit and hole as if he’s channeling all his frustrations and devotion to where you’re most sensitive. Every time you’ve abandoned him after getting what you want, every time you’ve ignored him out in public, every time you’ve gotten him into trouble. He uses all of it against you.
Sluuuuuurrrp! Sluuuurrrpppp!
His name escapes your lips with a sharp cry. “More!”
Plug!Choso snickers against your pussy. “Sukuna’s gonna hate when he smells pussy on my breath. You know, he kidnapped Yuji for a weekend as punishment when I left your pink polka dot thong in his bed after I came in it?”
You laugh too, breathily, petting his head with a slight twinge of pride. “Yeah? Is that why I never got one of my favourite panties back?”
“No, I just kept it.”
“Along with seven of my other panties?”
“I’m building a collection,” he says simply.
Two nimble fingers work their way inside your pulsing hole, stretching past the rough pleats at the entrance. There’s only the slightest sting before your back arches at the pressure. You mewl.
“You’re so tight,” he says, marvelling like it’s the first time he’s ever felt you. “So warm…so fucking wet. God, I wish I could live in here forever.”
Mischievously, you reply, “You could…for free weed”
“Family-only privilege, sorry,” he playfully retorts, not sounding sorry at all. How can he when he’s too distracted with forcing squelches out of your cunt like he’s conversing with it? “So loud, so fucking dirty” he whispers. “Sounds so pretty. Love this pussy.”
“My g-spot, Cho,” you breathe out. “Do that thing I -ngh!- like.” When he curls his slender fingers, prodding at that spot inside you that has the whites of your eyes taking over, you yell out his name.
Plug!Choso pants, like he’s equally as delirious with euphoria as you are. The car shakes with your combined squirming. “Love the sound of my name on your lips. Always sounds so good. Say it again. Please.”
“Choso!”
He groans. “Thank you, baby.”
Thank god the school parking lot is usually empty on Tuesday nights. Although the windows have fogged up, you’d never risk being seen in such a scandalous position. This is reserved for late nights you’ll add to your list of college regrets.
Plug!Choso hikes up your leg so he can press in deeper, ramming a barrage of attacks at that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. “Faster? Deeper? Let me hear your voice. Tell me what to do. Boss me around. Tell me how to please you, to make you go fucking crazy. Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling. Tell me everything. I want it all.”
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck Choso!”
“More,” he demands, pleads. “Give me more. Give me all of it.”
Your vision blurs. You scream.
SPLASH!
Eyes dark, not a hint of humanity in them anymore, he scrambles over your body to do one of his most favourite things: making you taste yourself. A gulp-full of your cum is shoved inside your mouth. You taste your own sweetness and tanginess, moaning into his mouth and letting his pierced tongue explore the moist cavern like he had with your pussy.
Below the belt, he hurriedly unbuckles his belt, unzipping his ripped jeans, and freeing his already rock-hard cock. A wet patch meets your skin.
Your bleary eyes flutter.
“Did you…”
Plug!Choso nods, not the least bit ashamed. “Sorry.”
Man, you’d forgotten he has inhuman recovery speed.
He yanks a condom down his heated length, prodding your entrance. Inch by inch, he enters you. Together, you moan. He’s so fucking big it steals your breath. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. The stretch stings a little, but not so much that you don’t relish every second he’s filling you up.
It’s only a moment that he bottoms out and he’s quickly pulling out so that only his very tip is inside before he rams it to the hilt.
“Fuck!”
Your skin slap together, rocking the car so passionately that if anyone’s walking past, they’ll know exactly what’s happening inside. The thought has you creaming on his cock.
“Sogoodsogoodsogood,” he mumbles up at the roof of his car, head bumping into it, like a mantra.
You bite down on one of his chains, peering up at him. “Use me, Choso. Fuck me hard, baby.”
“N-no, don’t say -hngh!- things like that.”
When he hits at a particular sensitive spot inside you, you clench down hard, unable to help yourself.
“S-shit!”
Plug!Choso groans, shuddering. The leather by your head creaks with the strain of his fingers digging into the material. “Nononono, fuck!”
He slumps into the crook of your neck, hips halting their movement.
One clench.
Just one, and he’s tapping out.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, bashfully and wholly humiliated, “I did it again.”
Cooing, you pet his head. “It’s okay. You can repay me with weed.”
Plug!Choso groans for a different reason. “Almost forgot why you’re here. You have a serious problem.”
“Says the one-stroke wonder.”
“...Shut up.”
.
.
.
Plug!Choso smacks his head against the steering wheel. “I’m dead.”
“Are you actually scared of your cousin? You know he can’t do anything to you, least of all kill you, right? He’s all talk.” You tuck the fresh bag he got from the boot of the car between your tits, smiling like you’d been given the world.
Dryly, he says, “You clearly don’t know him very well.”
You don’t debate that; your interactions with the pink-haired man have been limited, thank god. But you still know him well enough to know he is, in fact, batshit crazy. You’ve seen that man hold a guy under water in the pool of a frat house during a party until people had to pull him off. Pretty sure there’s a rumour going around that he kicks puppies for fun too.
Knock.
You yelp.
A blur at his window prompts a wince from him. With heavy reluctance, he rolls it down. “Hey…”
Like all the talking had summoned him, pink hair comes into view. So does a scowl. “Don’t fucking ‘hey’ me you fucking loser.” His gloomy gaze slides over to you. “What the fuck are you doing here? Whoring yourself out for weed again?”
“No,” you mumble, pulling your skirt down a little.
Sukuna’s nose crinkles. “Don’t lie to me, you dumb bitch; It smells like pussy and STDs in here.” He turns back to his cousin. “Tell me you haven’t given Miss Druggie over there any of our weed.”
Plug!Choso says, “I haven’t.”
The other man’s eyes narrow. “You’re a shit liar.”
At that, your plug keeps quiet. Though not an ounce of fear radiates off him, he is smart enough not to say anything that’ll earn him more smacks against the head than what’s already coming for him, or something of the sort.
Frustrated, Sukuna stands to his full height outside the car and runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I’m losing my mind here. Does no one have any entrepreneurial instincts?” He pops his head back in, fixing you a glare that could kill. “Get the fuck out. Walk home, get held at gun point by a hobo, or trip and scrape your knee — I don’t fucking care. Just get outta here and quit exploiting my loser cousin.”
Exiting the car, you rub at your arms to generate some warmth. At least it’s stopped raining. With the car between you, you return Sukuna’s scowl right back at him. “Leave him alone.”
Sukuna waves you off. “Yeah, yeah. Oh, and if he tests positive for anything, and I mean anything, I’ll personally make sure you never graduate from any respectable university.”
“I’m clean, asshole. Worry about yourself — everyone knows you have syphilis and that’s why you’re so highstrung.”
Sukuna growls out, pulling at his hair, “Fucking Gojo Satoru, that piece of twink shit.”
Rolling your eyes, you bend down to whisper a ‘bye, Choso’ through the window. He does a half-nod, slyly tucking your panties into his pocket. Guess you’re gonna be walking home pantyless again. “I’ll see you around, ‘kay?”
“Liar,” he says without any real heat to it.
Metres away, you can still hear their pretty one-sided conversation, and you fight to stifle a laugh.
“If you want pussy so fucking bad, then buy yourself a pocket pussy, you absolute disgrace. Don’t fucking beg me to make you one of my drug goons just so you can get in her cheap ass panties and then fuck me over by shorting me.”
“Sorry.”
“Say that without a raging boner next time and I might believe you. God, why must my family be so fucking stupid? What did I do to deserve this? Was I some war criminal in my past life? A mass murderer, or something?”
“Probably.”
“Shut the fuck up and quit looking at her ass — look at me, you idiot…Fuck, go rub one out; I can’t take you seriously with a boner damn near poking my eye. You disgust me.”
He doesn’t mean to be, doesn’t even think about what he’s doing to you while he’s doing it. He just wants to be close to you, what’s so wrong with that?
But when you’re sitting in his lap, cock buried so deep in your walls that it’s all you can focus on, you can’t help but feel it’s some kind of punishment.
He has an arm on either side of you, one hand on the keyboard and the other on the mouse. Despite your desperate whines and clenching around him, he pays you little mind while he games.
Every once in a while, when the game gets too intense, he’ll jerk slightly, cock burying itself further inside of you. You whimper, pressing your face further into his neck.
He’s unphased by it, happily clicking away at his keyboard while you fall apart in his arms. The only indicator he even feels what he’s doing to you, aside from the pool of slick collecting on his thighs and dripping onto his chair, is the slight pink tinge to his cheeks.
When he’d pulled you into his arms and begged you to sit with him earlier, this was the last thing you expected.
“Cho, please.”
He hums, only half paying attention to you, and plants a chaste kiss to your temple.
You clench up again, rocking your hips into his for some kind of relief. He catches your hip quickly, fingertips digging into your skin to stop you in your tracks.
“Just—“ He groans slightly, eyes fixing onto yours, “just a few more rounds, baby. I promise.”
Your lips pull into a pout as you fight against his grip, bouncing yourself on his length. “You said that already.”
He pulls you into a bruising kiss, the taste of Monster heavy on his lips. One hand holds you still on his length while the other trails up your back, over your shoulder and to the base of your throat.
He rests his palm against your neck. “A few more rounds, you can wait that long, yeah? You’ve been so good for me, baby.”
You sigh. It’s going to be a long night.
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who knew that the shy, soft-spoken man would be like this in bed?
you certainly didn't. not when yuta used to look at you like eye contact alone might burn him. not when his touches were fleeting, almost hesitant.
but now? now, with his hand is at your throat, thumb resting just beneath your jaw, tilting your head back so you have no choice but to look at him?
“keep your eyes on me,” he murmurs. his voice is still soft.
you swallow, breath catching, because he’s watching you so closely, like every little reaction matters.
“you get shy now?” he asks quietly, almost curious, brushing his thumb just slightly higher, enough to make your breath stutter. “after everything you were doing earlier?”
your face burns. you try to turn away, instinct more than anything, but his grip tightens just enough to stop you.
“ah,” he exhales softly. “no. don’t hide.”
he leans in, lips brushing yours but not quite kissing you, holding you there so his breath ghosts over your mouth.
teasing.
yuta is teasing you.
it scrambles your brain.
“say you want it,” he whispers.
your heart stumbles and you don’t even have time to think before his thumb presses just a little firmer under your jaw, holding you there, keeping your gaze locked on his.
“don’t think,” he murmurs, softer now, like he’s coaxing something fragile out of you. “just tell me.”
your lips part, but nothing comes out. he watches you for a second longer, then something in his expression shifts gently. “okay,” he breathes. “i’ll help.”
his hand slides from your throat to your wrists, to your tits, to your waist, guiding slowly, showing you what he wants without forcing it, his eyes never leaving yours as your breath starts to come uneven.
“like this,” he murmurs.
“i—” your voice catches.
he pauses immediately, waits.
you swallow, chest rising too fast, and whisper, "i want it."
yuta's fingers tighten for a split second before relaxing again, exhaling like he's been holding himself back this whole time.
“good,” he says, barely above a breath.
when he kisses you, it’s deeper, hungrier, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your quiet, needy sounds. his hand returns to your throat, brushing the skin gently.
“you’re so responsive,” he murmurs against your lips, voice dipping softer, almost dazed. “every little thing…”
your head spins, and you shift your hips against him more, pressing your core against his cock, rubbing. desperate for more.
his forehead presses to yours for a second. “y-you don’t know what that does,” he mumbles under his breath. for a moment, the shy man you knew flickers back into place.
but then his hand slides down your arm again, steadying, guiding, reminding you exactly where he wants you.
“stay with me,” he murmurs, softer again, brushing his lips against yours, kissing you softly. “don’t run away.”
his thumb tilts your chin just enough to keep your eyes on him.
synopsis . You're best friend's with both your favorite emo fratboy and the campus plug. So when you make an offhand comment while under the influence one night that no guy has ever made you cum, he takes it upon himself to challenge that.
content . afab!reader, oral sex, dirty talk, spitting, squirting, he has a tongue piercing, pussy slapping, slightly-bimbo!reader, high sex, 69 position, cumming without realizing it, munch activities (yk how choso is), he’s a lil cocky, first time squirting, finger fucking, shotgun kiss, he talks you to filth, slight manhandling, throat fucking, head pushing, heavy praise, etc.
word count . 8.9k || author's note: this is a repost from kamitv so if it looks familiar, that's why. (the original was labeled mature, unfortunately) banner art from, "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako"
“This guy is following me, pretend to be my boyfriend.”
“Wha—“
A pair of arms are wrapping around his neck before he has time to react properly and the rush of something sweet wafts up into his nose. A careful hand, decorated with ring after ring and adorned with black polish across the nails, comes to the right side of your waist to pull you in close.
Choso’s rich and definitely intoxicated brown eyes mull over the faces of the people around him, spotting Gojo and Geto—his friends—not too far away from him, and a bunch of other partygoers.
He doesn’t ask you any more questions—despite how you’re some random chick who came clinging onto him—as his eyes soon land on the guy who’d clearly been following you.
“Ew, Naoya…” He spits out, his face twisting up into a nasty scowl of pure disgust as the residential misogynist comes walking toward the two of you. “Don’t tell me he’s the asshole bothering you?” Choso whispers questioningly.
Your face is all buried into his neck and he could feel your arms tightening around him as you mumbled a gentle, “Mhm, he is.”
Great…
Because who in their right mind would want to deal with Naoya on a Saturday night? The guy gets kicked out of every frat house party that’s ever been held ‘cause of shit like this. All he does is harass and insult women, only to be eventually approached by one of the many frat brothers and get kicked out moments later.
Seems like this week it’s Choso’s turn to handle him. Which is just wonderful, really.
“Yo,” Choso calls out to the fully approached Naoya, whose mere presence makes him feel nauseated. “The fuck do you want with my girl?”
Now, you’ve never spoken to Choso before this but, the sound of him calling you his girl has your heart feeling all warm inside—even though he’s only said that because you’d asked him to play along.
The scent of his cologne mixing with the thick musk of weed fills your nose as your face smushes up into his chest. You only know the man through the rumors you’ve heard and the few times you’ve seen him around these parties you keep attending. As you readjust your chin to look up at his expression, you think your arms unconsciously hold onto him a little tighter the moment you spot the vein peeking out against his jawline.
Everyone hates Naoya, that’s an irrefutable fact. But, something about how annoyed Choso was looking at him right now had you pulling your lower lip into your mouth.
Naoya lets off a scoff, his voice all loud and annoying, “This dumb bitch is your girl?” He asks.
Every syllable that left his mouth is grating to all listening ears. Ugh, he was such a nuisance…
You merely glance back at the guy for a second and notice the look in his eyes that clearly says he’s not buying this shit. Choso—catching the same thing that you do—slips one of his hands downwards to the small of your back, not daring to go any lower just yet, and then eases you even closer.
“First off, watch your fuckin’ mouth,” He scoffs out, jaded eyes dragging up and down Naoya’s frame as he wonders how long it would take to knock him onto his ass. “Secondly, yeah, we’re together. What do you want?”
“That slut owes me money,” Naoya curses with tightly crossed arms, his gaze fixated entirely on you as if Choso weren’t even there. Though, he’s not really looking to get kicked out of this party just yet and he’s trying his best to avoid physical confrontation.
Cocking a brow, the brunet smoothes out a low huff that smells of the recently consumed marijuana he's inebriated under before redirecting his slightly glossed eyes down to you, “This isn’t what I think it is, is it, baby?”
You’re quickly distracted by the pet name that so easily rolled off of his tongue but without getting too wrapped up in it, you blink. “Huh?”
Choso slowly tilts his head to the side and cracks a knowing grin, “You’ve been seein’ other dealers? Don’t you know I’m the best on campus?”
Gulping, “Well, I–”
“S’okay,” He cuts off to ease the concern and worry trying to paint itself into your features. “We’ll get back to that in a sec’,” Then he gestures his head over to Naoya, gives your waist a little squeeze, and says, “Lemme handle this guy for you first.”
Choso carefully moves you to the side and steps toward Naoya, who’s arguably a bit taller than him. He sizes him up again and bites back his scoff, replacing it with a tiresome sigh that he doesn’t even try to play off as anything else outside of what it is—an honest gesture of displeasure.
Voice lazy, “How much does she owe you, man?” Choso asks with one hand already fishing through the pocket of his pants for his wallet.
It really didn’t matter what number was thrown out to him, he was gonna fling whatever bit of cash he had on him toward Naoya to get him to fuck off. The only thing good about his presence right now was the fact that it brought you along, which is something Choso would like to return to as swiftly as possible.
“Tch,” Naoya chuffs, trying to glance behind him to get another scowling look at you before he says, “As if you have enough to—”
“Jus’ give me the number before I get you kicked out again,” Choso cuts off cleanly with a gaze that bores into the man’s skull.
One beat of silence passes by as Naoya contemplates a few things in his mind, wondering whether or not he really wants to test his luck with this.
Ultimately, he ends up caving with a roll of his eyes, “Fine…” Then he gives him the number of which you owe and he’s literally smacked in the face with a random wad of cash as if he were some kinda’ cheap whore to be dealt with.
“There,” Choso spat, “Now don’t let me catch you trying to sell my girl your overpriced bullshit again, yeah?” Technically, he had no right to tell someone else not to sell drugs to you when he didn’t even know you.
But, one look at your face and he was certain he’d want you coming to him for weed and not anyone else after this. Especially when going to someone else landed you in this situation where you’re being followed around parties for payment—Choso would never do such a thing. He’d offer alternatives before even thinking to harass you like that.
Naoya was immediately enraged by how he’s being dismissed but it’s not like he could express that since there were one too many fraternity members in the area for him to do so without instantly getting escorted out. Thus, he settles for shuffling up the cash that’d fallen onto the floor—snatching each bill from beneath the feet of partygoers—and keeps his curses in a lowered whisper that’d never be heard under the blaring music.
Then, as if nothing ever happened, the surrounding people return to their dancing and Naoya seems to disappear somewhere into the crowd shortly after.
Which leaves you standing in place with slightly widened eyes whilst Choso turns around to look at you, brushing his hands off like he’d just dealt with some type of dirt or something.
“You alright?” He asks, taking a step closer toward you. The music is loud so it’s hard for you to really hear him, hence why he leans his ear down to your lips so he can gather your response properly.
You nod at first and then the words follow, “Uhm, yeah. I wasn’t expecting you to pay that off for me but, thank you, Choso.”
Shifting over to talk into your ear now, “Don’t sweat it, princess. But uh,” He clicks his tongue before darting it out to swipe over his lower, pierced lip. “I meant what I said before. You should’ve been dealin’ with me, not that idiot.”
“Oh,” You chirp.
Then he pulls away and the two of you are able to take one another in properly for the first time.
Under the changing LED lights—which are currently a mix of purple and red—both of your faces are dimly illuminated. Choso’s eyes openly scan over every detail of your expression, watching the cute curl in your lips as you slowly smile at him.
Oh, you’re gorgeous.
What are the odds that a pretty girl like you literally comes running into his arms at a party like this? And then this dress you have on… Choso doesn’t exactly mean to glance down but when he does, he notices the way the fabric simply hugs your body, shaping you in all the right places and more.
He gulps, a sound that would’ve been rather loud if not for the vibrating base of music against the surrounding frat house walls. His eyes flick back up to your face and you’re shamelessly staring at his lips, then your gaze lifts to his nose, then to the right side of his face; right at his cheekbone for some reason? After, you’re looking at the tattoo running across the bridge of his nose and—
Ohhh, Choso was so distracted with checking you out that he almost forgot how many body modifications he has. He gets these kinda stares all the time but for a second he’d lost his entire train of thought. There’s the ring on the left side of his lower lip, his anti-brow piercing on the right half of his face, the small one on the left side of his nose with a very obvious tattoo running across the bridge, and then the multitude of piercings all over his ears.
Makes’ sense why you were staring now. You’ve got this clueless little look in your eyes and it’s kinda cute—
“How much do you charge?” You’re asking, ending his thoughts entirely.
The word, “Free,” blurts out of him before he even realizes it and it’s not until he sees the way you start giggling that he realizes what he’d just said. Shaking his head, and backtracking, “Wait-, no. I don’t do anything for free, sorry. If anything,” Choso leans back and slides his hands down into his pockets, “You actually owe me now.”
Your eyes shoot wide open, “Owe you for what?!” you’re huffing as you wonder how the hell you keep finding yourself in someone’s debt like this.
“Hm, I dunno. Paying Naoya off for you?” He says with this sly grin stretching across his face. “But don’t worry, you jus’ owe me a promise.”
You lift a skeptical brow at him and watch his pinky finger lift out for you to attach your own to in the most cliché way possible. Looking down at his finger, then back up into his eyes, “What kinda promise?”
“Gotta’ promise you’ll come to me for your weed instead of that moron, I’ve got better prices and better strains. None of that baby shit he was scammin’ you with, trust me.” Choso offers with his pinky still outstretched. You’re slow to intertwine your finger with his and he uses the connection to pull you closer, “I need to hear you say it too.”
You almost start stuttering with the way he’d jerked your body closer just to say that all lowly to you. “I promise I’ll come to you instead of Naoya from now on,” You respond with a dramatic emphasis on your words, fighting the blooming feeling in the pit of your stomach that spurs when he smiles at you as if he were proud or something.
And that’s roughly how the two of you met and became acquainted with one another. A couple minutes of fake-dating, one pinky promise, and a “complimentary” joint to start you off later and the two of you were practically best buds!
——
Well, not exactly best buds but you and him do get really close after that little party and encounter.
You stay true to the promise you’d made with him and only ever deal with him from then on. Choso was entirely honest with you that night so, everything he’d said turned out to be more than true. The shit you used to get from Naoya was nothing compared to what you were constantly high off of now, and it was cheaper.
Though, sometimes you did seduce your way into convincing Choso to give you an even lower discount….
One slightly revealing top was usually all it took for him to snag off a couple dollars for you—amongst other things. Like the cute ass smile you flash his way whenever you’re geeked out of your mind, yapping on and on about fuck knows what until the words leaving you no longer make sense. Yeah, Choso loves that.
Oh, and the tasty gloss you typically coat your lips with.
He’s not some kinda weirdo so he definitely hasn’t had any… lustful thoughts about said gloss but, he can’t exactly avoid getting a taste of it whenever the two of you are cycling a blunt back and forth and bits of it are left clinging to the wrap.
Outside of just smoking his weed and becoming his favorite customer, you also become someone he likes to keep by his side and talk to from time to time. The best discounts from him come after a good smoke sesh that he usually has to beg you to stick around for.
During those, the two of you end up talking each other’s ears off until it really comes time for you to go.
Slowly but surely, the two of you are spotted together more often than either of you cared to be, and dating rumors shuffle about. They’re quickly shut down after a couple of parties where you’re spotted letting some other random guy kiss on you but, a certain two individuals try their best to keep it alive.
The individuals in question are none other than Choso’s closest frat brothers: Gojo and Geto. Those idiots were fully convinced that poor Choso never got any play until he met you, and now they’re both convinced he’s your loser boyfriend.
You’re pretty sure they only act like that because they’re jealous you’re probably getting free weed from the guy while they’re not.
Little do they know, their perception of your relationship with Choso couldn’t have been further from the truth. He was definitely getting play, he was just quiet about it since he’s the kinda guy you wouldn’t even realize slept around unless he wanted you to realize it. And as for you, you’re the one who ends up feeling like a loser after a while seeing as every guy you hook up fails to make you cum.
So much so that you were starting to believe there was actually something wrong with you.
This all leads to now, as you enter Choso’s dorm room for the nth time this week to, hopefully, get high enough to distract you from that little orgasmic issue of yours.
As soon as you enter the dorm, your mood is killed immediately.
Sitting in the living room laughing loud as hell, is Gojo and Geto. Both of their heads turn in sync as you walk in, trying to quickly pocket the spare key Choso had made for you some time ago—having mentioned something about being too lazy to open the door for you all the time—and hoping that the two men will leave you-
“Look who’s here to see her man, awww,” Gojo coos before you can even try to ignore him.
Then Geto follows that up with a cunning, “Should’ warn you though, your boyfriend’s high as a kite in there.”
Trying not to let their annoying-ass taunting get to you, you settle for a sigh of, “When is he not?” before turning the corner and b-lining towards Choso’s room.
There are some more childish snickers and comments made about you from the two men but you pay no mind to it this time.
Pushing the desired door open, you’re immediately met with a thick heat of smoky air and a completely fogged room. The sound of a towel brushing against the floor as you push the door open makes you look down and you quickly realize he’d been hotboxing all by himself.
“Without me, seriously?” You hum with no malice behind your words as you slip past the door and shut it behind you, using your foot to nudge the towel back into place and then letting your eyes scan Choso’s slightly cluttered room.
The man is lying across his bed, dark hair hanging off its edge with the way he splayed out upside down and pinched a rather fat blunt in between the thick of his thumb and index. “You were takin’ too long,” Choso drawls.
And god, you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was barely even with you right now. He always had a pretty mellow way of speaking but when he was really high, his voice would drop an octave or two—words crawling off of his tongue all sleazily and heavy with each syllable.
“Y’know I’ll make it up to you though, here,” He adds on seconds later before you get the chance to settle into his room.
That strong earthy scent coated the entirety of his room as you walked over to the edge of his bed and looked down at him, noticing the jaded reds and pinks coating the typically white portion of his eyes as he batted them up at you. He’s got some low melodies playing from some corner and it only adds to the ambience of the space. Then, his arm extends and he’s offering you the cause of his fumed room.
Humming, “Thank you,” whilst plucking the joint out of his hands, your nails just barely graze his skin. Choso eyes the way you bring it up to your mouth and clasp it lightly in between your lips, leaning down to him and nodding your chin towards the lighter in his other hand.
He catches your gesture and hoists it up to spark the blunt for you, hand cupping the air around as he filters through a couple stubborn flicks before a flame adorns the preroll’s end. Choso’s eyelids are weighted even as he watches you draw in a steady breath to capture the item’s contents into your system—quickly moving your hand to the joint afterwards to pry it from your lips and exhale slowly.
Another hum, this time one of approval, ghosts past your lips along with the fumes you’d just let escape you. “You look tired,” You comment while pulling away.
As you move around his room to plop your back down somewhere and get comfortable, your plug merely mumbles an easy, “M’not.” in response to you.
You shoot him over a look he doesn’t quite see, “If you fall asleep on me like you did last time, I’m leaving.”
“You better keep me awake then, no?” Choso chimes with one lazy smirk making the corner of his lips twitch.
Cocking a brow now, “And how am I supposed to do that?” you ask.
You then relax down into the chair in front of his desk of scattered papers and unfinished assignments, dragging it over to the side of his bed so that you’re close enough to pass the blunt back and forth.
He lifts his head adequately to glance over at where you’re sitting and then offers you a shrug as his hand goes out, “I dunno, you tell me, baby.”
In the midst of taking another long hit and after passing it off to him, you meet his expectant gaze with a certain look, “Cho.”
“What?” He scoffs immediately. Then he’s sitting up and reaching over to pluck the blunt out of your hand and bring it to his lips, mumbling, “I call everyone that…”
He knew you didn’t care much for the pet name, even though he’s been calling you that ever since the two of you met. You told him about how much you hated the way it fueled the dating rumors and made it harder to get Gojo and Geto shut up. But, when your eyes roll in reaction to what he just said, he lets off a soft whir.
“Mh, you didn’t like that, huh?” Choso asks you in between several back-to-back hits that you’d normally scold him about. The brown of his eyes glide over your frame and then zero in steadily on the way your lips are moving as you speak.
“What?” You huff, “No, I don’t care if you call everyone baby.” A lie, it did bother something deep down inside of you. “I-If anything that’s a good thing.” You suggest.
To which he extends his hand out to you again, letting a single brow arch up, “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” You’re humming. Though, the sound definitely seems like you’re trying to convince yourself here…
The conversation dies out there for a moment longer than either of you care for and it doesn’t go unnoticed, even as the two of you cycle the blunt back and forth until it’s about halfway smoked through.
While you try to relax in the uncomfortable silence that’s stretching itself out in between the two of you, your mind is unfortunately drifting back to your sexual issue. The weed is supposed to keep your mind at bay and help you relax and yet, today it decided to do everything but that. Instead, your head is very much wracked with annoying flashbacks of the recent times in which you’ve been faking your orgasms for the second-rate men you’ve been sleeping with.
It’s not that these thoughts are completely unwelcome but, you’d rather not have them now while you’re busy smoking with Choso. And it really doesn’t help that he’s not being his usual talkative self right no–
“You’re quiet today,” Choso breaks the silence all of a sudden and the sound of his deepened voice is almost enough to make you flinch. It was like he’d read your mind or something just now…
Spooky.
You’re slumped back against the chair and staring up at the thickly clouded ceiling, “Think so?”
Choso nods before he speaks. “Yeah, what’s up?” He asks, eyes still watching you as if he were studying your every little move amid the haze, “Talk to me, princess.”
While your stoned brain decides to focus on your lack of orgasms, his mind is unable to drift away from you and the way you look sitting in his bedroom right now. This isn’t too unusual for him since weed does tend to help his focus but, normally it’s not on you as much as it is today.
Perhaps that was because of your weird silence. You hadn't even complained about anything yet, which was enough to tell him that something was wrong.
Before you speak, the question rings around your head for a few seconds. Choso has a handful of pet names he uses on people and you know that but, you’re not quite sure if he says that last one to just anybody.
Hence why a delicate, “...Do you call everyone that too?” streams past the gloss of your lips.
“Nah,” Choso answers immediately as if he’d been watching the words walk right out of you. Then he tilts his head, “Just you.”
At that, you visibly tense up a little. You hated sessions like this with him. When the quiet got too loud that the mostly dormant emotions began to bloom around you. The warmth you feel flash over your face and cling at your heartstrings is definitely not from the weed but, you try to ignore it.
He’s been like this a couple times in the past. While he does get sleepy after a long smoke sesh, he also tends to get uncharacteristically direct and soft with you. You remember how one time he went on this looong rant about how pretty you were. But, before you could reply to any of it, he dozed off while mumbling about how he hoped to see you in his dreams that night.
Anytime you bring this up now, he tells you none of that ever happens and that he’d definitely remember doing so but, he doesn’t.
“You gettin’ shy on me now?” Choso asks abruptly, to which you lift your head and look at him. He’s sitting all the way up now, rolling a few more joints—as if he needs to—and then glancing to you again, “I said talk to me, what’s on your mind?”
Your gaze fixates on how careful his thumbs are with the joint’s edges, smoothing over them with the rolling, and only ever taking his eyes off of you to focus on what he’s doing before slipping his tongue out to lick it.
A short, “Everything…” comes out of you in a manner so cliche that it makes him snort.
The unpierced side of his lips quirk up now that he’s half-smiling, “Pfft, okay… Well, what’s been going on with you lately? You’re bein’ dry as hell with me right now.” He points out.
You pout a bit and take your eyes away from him, “I dunno. I… It’s stupid.”
Choso rolls his eyes at you, “Don’t you start that shit,” He warns. You know he doesn’t like when you beat around the bush but how the hell are you supposed to tell him that you’re quiet today because you’re sexually frustrated? He’s your dealer, not-, “We’re friends, aren’t we?” He asks, interjecting your thoughts directly before shrugging, “Just talk, girl.”
You scoff a simple, “You’re so annoying…” that trails off into another long beat of silence, the only sound coming from his softly moving fingers and the way you take a few more hits of the preroll still in your hands, hoping to gain enough confidence to blurt it out. Then, after a few more carefully thought-out seconds, “...I think something’s wrong with me.” You manage.
“Seem’ perfect to me,” Choso blurts out, clearly not thinking twice about the words that just fell off his tongue.
“I-,” You pause to digest the sudden compliment, brushing it off with a chuckle, “I meant my body, Cho,” To which he mutters the same thing and you pretend not to hear it this time as you say, “I dunno if maybe it’s the stuff I’ve been smoking lately but….”
Some more stillness flies by and this time he seems to be fed up with it.
“But what? Don’t edge me here.” He demands.
The light buzz in your mind serves as a coaxing feeling that helps you finally breathe out, “I can’t cum.”
You don’t get much of a reaction from him at first. If anything, he looks confused as he cocks an almost innocently puzzled brow, “Huh? Can’t come to what?”
“No, not-,” His literal interpretation of your words ends up making you giggle. Then you sigh, “I meant that I can’t orgasm, Choso.”
“What?” He questions dumbfoundedly.
“Please don’t make me repeat that…” You mumble.
“No, seriously, what?” Choso repeats, looking now as if you have three as he puts everything down and turns his head your direction, “You’re not gettin’ fucked right?”
Caught off completely guard, “Jesus. That's not even what I said—”
“But that’s what that means, right?” He interrupts, waiting for you to meet eyes with him again, “Unless you’re trying to tell me you seriously can’t make yourself cum.”
It’s slow but, you finally manage to look at him, “I can…”
Nodding, “Exactly so, that means you’re out there receiving mediocre shit instead of coming to me… again.”
If you weren’t caught off guard before, you damn sure are now. So much so that you cough in between your next hit, the smoke choking up in your lungs with a slight burn as your zen is thrown off. “H-Huh?” You unintentionally stammer.
Even with your eyes on one another now, he can tell you’re nervous just from talking about this. Smoking was not the cause of that flush in your cheeks and he knows it. Something else definitely had you hot right now.
Choso’s eyes flick up and down your seated frame long enough to see the way your thighs shift against the seat. Instantly, his tone gets sly, “What, you think I’m only good for weed?”
Your lashes bat, “Well, n-no, but…”
“C’mere,” He cuts off, having lifted a hand to beckon you over with two generously ringed fingers.
Your scoff is instant, “Choso, respectfully, I don’t think-”
“M’not askin’ you to think,” He smiles, fingers still waving, “I’m askin’ you to come over here.”
It takes you a bit to digest his words before your body gets to moving and when you haul yourself off the chair, you move to plop down on his bed. Sitting right next to him now, Choso leans over a little and his arm slides somewhere behind you. His hand ends up just a few inches away from your ass, his fingers splaying out against his comforter whilst his head weighs to the side.
His body is hot next to yours. So hot you could practically feel the heat oozing off his frame. And the peering look in his eyes wasn’t making it any better either…
“How many times have I told you I’m here for whatever you need, huh?” Choso whispers, the lowness of his voice causing your hips to twitch a little.
He’s all focused on you again, even more so now than he had been earlier, and it was almost as though you could feel him everywhere without him even touching you yet. Perhaps it was the cannabis in the air and the way it swirled throughout your system but, all your sensations felt heightened now.
Pulling your head away from him to gain some distance back, “Plenty of times, but..” Your shoulders slump a little, “This is different, Choso.”
His gaze falls down your body and something husky and wanting sneaks its way into his words now, “How? You think I can’t make you cum?”
God, every time he opened his mouth you felt as though you were losing your mind. And the audacity he had to be so bold with his words on top of that was making it perpetually worse by the minute.
“N-No,” You huff as your head turns back to him and you’re heard gulping thickly at his focus on your mouth. “I’m not saying that but…” You pull your lower lip in between your teeth for a moment to chew while you think. Then, you sigh again, “Well, maybe I am saying that… I just think–”
“I told you to stop doin’ that,” Choso murmurs, arm snaking around your body so that his hand could land on your hip. He gives you a little pull and almost sounds needy as he utters a husky, “C’mere.”
“I’m right–”
“Closer, baby.” Choso cuts off, finally tugging you closer so that the side of your thigh brushes up against his. He then takes his other hand and brings it up to your jaw, drawing your face way too close to his. You could smell the viscous scent of weed on his tongue as he spoke given the lack of distance between you both, his eyes never straying away from the soft, soft curve of your lips, “Now, jus’ tell me if you want me to make you cum or not and I got you.”
Your top set of lashes meets your lower ones in slow-motioned blinks as breathing properly grows increasingly difficult, “It’s not that simple…”
The man’s grasp on your chin grows a little tighter, “It really is.”
You roll your eyes again “Literally no guy has made me-”
“Do I seem like every other guy you’ve been with?” Choso scoffs, as if he were actually ticked off now. Then he forces your head some more up so that your gaze is meeting his and, fuck. The look in his eyes did something. Looking at you all commanding and desiring like you were the only thing that ever mattered in his life, “Do you want my help or not?” he whispers one last time.
Of course you wanted his help, even though you had your doubts about receiving it. You weren’t sure what would be so different with him.
Even so, you’re slow to give him a nod of your head and grumble a cute, “Yeah,” that has him swallowing down a groan.
Then he’s weighing forward and you barely get to fully shut your eyes before his lips smooth over yours. Catching your hesitance, you feel his thumb slip upwards as he talks into your mouth, “Don’t be shy, open up f’me, baby.”
At the sound of that, your lips get to parting over his and his tongue immediately slides right in. Both of your heads tilt off in opposite directions and he’s the first to let out a string of sounds. It starts out with a grunt when you pull back half a centimeter just to slip down and clasp his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling softly.
When you give it an adorable tug and then press forward into the kiss, that’s when he starts groaning.
Choso’s got no idea how any guy could’ve gotten their hands on all this and then decided not to make sure you’re squirting by the end of the night. He supposes he can thank all those guys now though, seeing as you’re swiftly moving forward with this kiss.
Yeah, it starts out slow and a little sloppy but while your tongues are mingling with one another’s and sharing the prominent taste of marijuana, you’re getting eager for more and throwing a leg over him.
You’re properly sitting in his lap before he realizes it. And the only reason Choso acknowledges it at all is because he feels a rush of heat spark from in between his legs as something rubs over the previously dormant tent in his sweats. He can’t even pull away from your mouth to say anything because he’s far too distracted by the gorgeous moan you sink past his lips.
Oh, he’s lost it.
Choso’s hands grab at your waist suddenly and then squeeze hard enough for you to acknowledge his touch before he smoothes downwards to your hips and pushes your body lower so that you’re flush with him. “Mmph,” bursts past his parted lips in the middle of his suckling your tongue deeper into his mouth.
The man is all but swallowing up the sweetness against your mouth, quickly growing addicted to it. Weed could never compare to the taste—a fact of which he’s sure about now. As his tongue soon goes diving down the center of yours, you feel the surprising bud of a snake eye piercing decorating its tip.
That’s when one of your hands moves in between your bodies and sneaks under his shirt as you gasp out his name and then pull away.
His lips chase yours as you draw distance and then he hauls your entire body impossibly closer to his, your chest smushed up against him now. In doing so, you roll your hips forward against his naturally and hear the way his breath hitches. Then you feel something.
Poking-, no, jumping up against your clothed cunt in between the many, many layers between the two of you is the thickness of his bulge. And with it comes another wave of sloppy kisses.
Choso’s hands are everywhere against you now, literally.
Something in you seems to snap at the feeling of his cock growing under you and right after you let yourself gasp at the sheer size of it one more time, the hands you had on his chest manage to recline him back against his bed.
Choso hits the mattress with a soft huff of previously lost air and his brows twist up to flash something needy at you. “Fuck,” Scratches out of his throat whilst he stares at the way you look on top of him.
So pretty…
There’s a single string of shared saliva dribbling out of the corner of your mouth and he almost moans as you start leaning down to him again, his arms moving so that he could wrap them around you. Then your lips meet again and this time it isn’t even sloppy, just hungry.
The sound is loud, louder than any kiss you’ve had lately, and noisy enough to earn a couple of smiles from him in between all the kissing. Breathing into your mouth, “You shouldn’t have told me that shit,” Choso sears as one of his hands comes up to the back of your head, the other at your neck now. “Can’t even calm myself down…”
Followed by his not-so-gentle admission is another heavy pulse from his fully erect cock.
You manage to pluck yourself away from his mouth long enough to say, “I don’t see why,” Then you snort cockily, “S’not like you’ve changed my track record.”
“Yet,” Choso quickly corrects. And before you can add another snarky comment in response, “But that’s alright, I’m about to.” He claims, tipping his head back to relax as his hands fall away from your body completely, “Come get up here.”
You blink, “Huh? Up…” Searching his frame as if you weren’t already on top of him, your brows tweeze together, “...where?”
Even with the poking of his dick, he takes this moment to gather himself and reach over to swipe up the blunt you were last smoking. Then he shuffles for a lighter and sparks it up again, taking a hit and returning his attention to you as if the little intermission didn’t have you on edge.
You had no idea what he meant by ‘get up here’ when you were literally sitting in his lap already. Surely he didn’t mean–
“On my face,” Choso clarifies, a sexy cloud of fumes ghosting out of his mouth along with his words.
At first, you just stared at him and watched him smoke. Your body was thrumming with need in multiple areas but you just couldn’t fathom sitting on his face. Surely, that’d be pretty unsafe to do while both of you are heavily intoxicated. Hell, you can barely see around his bedroom, how can he possibly expect you to sit on his face…
Well, a few minutes later and you’re halfway there.
Not quite sitting—after a million and one concerns of being scared to suffocate him—you’re now hovering over Choso’s face. You refused to meet eyes with him so you’re turned the opposite direction and your hands are helping your body remain hoisted up as they rest on the bed, caging the lower half of his body—just as your legs were doing to his head right now.
Your pants have been snatched off and you’re completely exposed to the greed of his eyes. He’s hardly touched you ever since you caved and brought your bare pussy up over his face. You’ve been left to stare at the throbbing bulge that rests a few inches away from your face and you feel awkward.
Y’know, until there’s a warm blow of intoxicated air that swirls up against your dripping cunt. Followed by which is the sound of Choso lapping over his lips at the sight, scoffing after. One thumb finally draws up to meet the left lip of your pussy as he slips it over and reveals more of your slicked glory. Your cunt clenches embarrassingly at his first touch and you silently hope he doesn’t notice how you drip when he starts talking.
“Shiit,” Choso begins, voice heavy in baritone now—no longer from the weed but purely from his own arousal, “You’re tellin’ me nobody’s made this pretty girl cum?” He asks, “Who the fuck have you been goin’ to, huh?”
You glance back at him over your shoulder, hardly able to see his face with the way you’re hovering, “Cho, I—“
“Shhh, I’ll take care of ya’. Don’t sweat it.” He claims, to which you roll your eyes. He always fuckin’ says that… “Now sit.”
Another gulp is heard from you, “Choso, I already told you. I don’t wanna crush—“
Rolling those blown-out brown eyes of his, Choso’s other hand meets your hip with a mean grip before he tugs your body down and your cunt promptly meets his greedy face. “So stubborn.”
The gasp you let out at the initial contact of his lips against your wetness makes something inside you crave the ability to disappear. You were hot before but now you’re soaking and heated all over.
Your nerves felt like they were on fire and your hips practically melted downwards when you felt Choso’s tongue slither out to get the first taste of you. “Hnngh-, fuck…” You breathe, fingers curling into the sheets to hold onto.
You’ve gotten head from guys plenty of times but this was so much different. And he only just started!
You definitely had your high to blame for the way his tongue feels glissading upwards in between your lathering folds—the sensation so strong and pleasurable you swore for a second he had two tongues or something. Of course, that’s just the weed talking but shit…
“S’sweet…” Choso mumbles into your cunt, pulling away just to spit and then using the fat of his thumb to rub the slick of it into you, “Poor baby, nobody could make you cum, huh?” He says.
You start to open your mouth—thinking he was talking to you—but when his thumb presses past that rather welcoming ring of resistance and earns one gorgeous squelch, you quickly realize he’s not talking to you at all.
“Yeahh?” He purrs, one eager smile plastering itself out across his face, “You needed someone to come talk to you directly?”
Choso toys with your insides using only his thumb for a while, grinning wickedly the whole way through as he watches the way your pussy splurts out such saccharine sounds of slick ‘n filth. It’s not until your soakage is dripping down his hand that he finds himself grunting and then dragging his thumb out of you tenderly.
Sticking it into his mouth just to suck your taste off for a second, you hear the way he moans around his own digit. Then, before you have time to realize just how wet you really are, there are two dumbly thick fingers slipping past the plush of your folds, wiggling in deep and coaxing a pitched sound out of your throat.
“Y’like that, huh?” Choso mutters from beneath you, jaw already coated with the sweet traces of your taste, “You’re bein’ so loud, this must feel really good…” He comments softly. Then his fingers abruptly slip out of you and swat over to your clit to land a couple of wet smacks against, earning nothing more than a whine from you. To which he chuckles and tilts his head at the little quiver your cunt does in reaction, “Hah, s’okay, you don’t have to answer… she’s doin’ plenty of talkin’ for you.”
Those little smacks of his quickly grow repetitive and as he does so, he lets his jaw fall open and hangs his tongue out to capture the syrupy drip that oozes off of your walls.
When he starts working you over his fingers again, you don’t even realize the upper half of your body has slumped over until you feel something pressing up against your cheek. Your eyes had fluttered shut and everything, having grown so lost in the pleasure of his fingers that you didn’t even realize what you’d laid yourself on.
Lifting your head, you look over and stare at the outline of his cock again. There’s a slight patch of wetness where his plump tip is resting and you’re moving before you’re thinking.
“Aw-, woahh..” Choso gasps from behind you, to which your senses come back to you a bit whilst you push his sweatpants down. “What uh-,” His voice almost cracks for a second there but he swallows the hindrance in his voice down. Then he’s hissing when your hand slips under his boxers and wraps around his curving shaft, “Fuck.. what’re you doin’?”
The curve in your back deepens and the fingers he’s got inside you now get swallowed up even tighter the second his cock springs out. With wide eyes and a drooling mouth, you don’t even hesitate to take his length into your hand and then let your breath hit it as you whisper, “Returning the favor, Cho…”
He scoffs, “You don’t have to-, holy shit…” The mere press of your warm lips against his leaky cockhead is enough to make him whine. And as if encouraged, you quickly spread your mouth over him and ease it down around his dick, letting your tongue lap at the sides upon your descent. “Oh god, your throat feels s-so fuckin’ good…. A-All this and people had the nerve to leave you unsatisfied? Tch.”
Meeting you halfway, Choso dives back into your cunt with the entirety of his mouth. You feel the ball of his tongue piercing tickle your walls as he stretches you out against the glutinous pink muscle—your moaning around his cock sending filthy vibrations all throughout his body.
His hips thrust up instinctively and his lips pop off of you with a sharp breath, “Fuck, princess… Do that again, yeah?”
Your cheeks hollow out as your jaw widens and you force yourself down further until his fat tip is bumping up against the back of your throat, earning a nasty gag from you. You try to lift yourself to breathe but you’re met with a sudden pressure at the back of your head as he swiftly pushes you back down.
“Hold it f’me,” Choso groans, “Need you t’feel me back there,” He adds shortly after. Then, keeping your head still, “There ya’ go, gooood girl…” He praises as his hips start bucking up again until your eyes are coated with tears.
Truth be told, Choso isn’t normally this rough with anyone he fucks. But the high buzzing throughout his brain has him acting different. He can't get over the way your lips feel wrapped around his cock like a warm hug. And the way he slides all the way down your throat perfectly? Oh, you’re lucky he hasn’t cum inside your mouth already.
The dark hairs he has decorating the area around the base of his heavy length tickle your chin with how wide your lips are parted around him. You could feel him leaving soggy kisses against your uvula and all it did was make you soak above his face.
When you finally give him another moan as your face presses snuggly against his skin—the veins trailing his dick pulsing with little heartbeats against your tongue—he lets your head go. You fly up a bit and start coughing softly, glancing back at him with a pout as you wipe your mouth off, just to see that he’s already moving on to do something else as if he didn’t just choke you out on his dick less than two seconds ago.
Choso’s got a joint perched between his lips as he takes a loooong drag from it and when he plucks it away from his mouth, he takes his free hand and moves it to your hip. You don’t even realize what’s happened until something heated is slapping up against your slobbering cunt. The sensation makes you jump and then Choso—ever the freak—is leaning up to shotgun a kiss directly into the puffy folds of your cunt.
“Ch-Choso,” You choke, “What the f-fuuck…”
Then your hips are lifting as if to escape him and something throaty and annoyed reverberates its way out of his throat before you feel his painted fingernails dig into your skin and force you back down, his head shaking up into your pussy whilst his tongue lathers into the deepest depths of your slutty cavern.
Then you hear the wet, gushing smacks that his mouth against your cunt begins to make, feeling a certain sensation bloom in the pit of your stomach. Your legs are twitching around his head and you’re whining. “Choso, w-wait… please, I-I feel weird…”
Instead of acknowledging your words, he just groans something filthy and hot against you, “Such a sloppy pussy, droolin’ allll over me like this…” He points out. You’re not sure if it’s possible but he’s clearly high off of you and not just the weed.
You try rolling your hips back to see if that would capture his attention but all that does is make his cock drip with creamy slathers of white from the slit. As you notice that, you try to lean down and suck on his neglected tip, hoping that would get his mouth to go easy on you for just a second.
Unfortunately for you, that did the exact opposite.
Instead, Choso’s pulling back to spit a gloopy wad of spit onto your cunt and then scoffing, “You should tell me-, hah.. who the assholes are,” He mutters, beyond pussy drunk, “The ones that couldn’t make you cum,” His tongue flicks around as if he were spreading his own saliva via spelling something out, “Then let me send ‘em the sexy lil’ mess m’about to make of you….”
Prying away from his cock for a second, “That’d be so-, mmgh! Right there, Choso…”
“Yeah? Right here? This is the spot they couldn’t find? How pathetic,” He’s searing with his tongue, drawing his name into your gluey walls all cursive-like, making your eyes roll back. “You’re so easy to please,” He teases, smiling after, “Unless, of course… fuck, that’s only ‘cause of me?” Choso asks, spitting again just to have the entire space in between your legs a slopped, wet mess, “S’that what it is? You like the way I treat this pussy?”
“Yesss, Cho,” You whine ever so thankfully.
And of course, he leans back up to french-kiss your pussy lips in response. You’re so high ‘n horny that you don’t even realize the number of times you’d let your shimmery gloss of release coat the insides of his mouth by now.
Not until he’s felt smiling into you, “Mgh.. again? How many times is that now? Eight?” The number makes you inhale swiftly in surprise, your hand squeezing the base of his cock a bit tighter as you move your head to the side to moan deliciously. “Gimme one more ‘n I’ll give you a break…” He coos, pierced tongue massaging your sensitive folds now.
At that, something prominent builds up within you. “Choso, mmnh! I-I think I’m… ohgod… m’gonna cum,” You pant, lazily jerking him off with what little strength you have in your hand.
He snickers, “Silly girl, you already did that. I think what’s about to happen now is uh…” His voice trails for a moment so that he could plug your hole in with his fingers and curl them against your g-spot, “You’re about to squirt f’me…” Choso tells you.
And squirt for him you do.
You never thought you could feel pleasure so good that you couldn’t even tell you’d finished until you were at the point of squirting. It’s a weird sensation that makes you moan his name loud enough for his fraternity brothers to hear outside of his room.
Your entire body convulses and your mind just blanks out. You think his fingers are somewhere around your clit and his tongue is back in between your slippery walls but you couldn’t tell at this point—all you knew was that you were making a mess all over his face.
And through it, he was down there praising you. “That’s it, thaaaat’s it, princess..” Letting his tongue dangle out again to slur, “Right on my fuckin’ face, I want everyyy drop.”
It’s embarrassing for you—y’know, squirting all over your plug’s face just from his stupidly skillful tongue and fingers. You wanted to hate every second of it, hate how nasty you felt by the time your orgasmic high began to diminish but, fuck there wasn't a single thought left in your brain.
You told the man no guy was making you cum and he did so consecutively without even putting his cock inside you. Not only that, he was faded the entire time!
Arguably, you were too so that’s likely why you were so sensitive to his mouth to begin with but… still.
You feel like you black out after your orgasm but, it’s only for a few seconds. Eventually, your ears catch the loud roar of his groans and bat your tear-coated eyelashes open to see his cock has spilt globs of cum out around your hand. Your grasp on him instantly releases and you scoff softly at the sticky mess.
Both of your orgasms leave your bodies motionless for a long while—your frame slumped over against his—and nothing but the sound of filthy pants echo throughout his fogged room.
Choso’s the first to eventually break the silence with a breathy, “And uh, next time come to me when you wanna get off…” He murmurs, feeling your limp body weight shift against him a little, “…not just for weed, okay?”
“Uhuh..” You babble tiredly.
“Good,” He sighs. “'Cause I charge pretty cheap for these sex sessions.”
Freezing, “What?”
Choso chuckles, a weary smile painted across his slicked face, “I told you I don’t do anything for free, didn’t I?”
plug!choso who you only hear about because your friend swears up and down that he is the most reliable dealer in the area.
plug!choso who your friend texts first instead of giving you his number right away because apparently he does not just deal with anyone.
plug!choso who shows up exactly on time the first time you see him, and is surprised that a pretty girl like you were buying from him.
plug!choso who barely talks at first, just asks what you need in a calm low voice.
plug!choso who notices you’re not reckless or loud like some of the other people he meets.
plug!choso who hands you his number after that first link and says to text him directly next time. your friend just raises their brows like oh!
plug!choso who starts responding to you faster than he responds to anyone else even though he tells himself it doesn’t mean anything.
plug!choso who later on asks for your instagram just to stay in contact with you more (as if your number wasn’t enough) and lowkey stalks your highlights whenever he’s high or horny and you’re not there.
plug!choso who’s favorite customer is you and reassures you that you don’t have to pay.
plug!choso who stays a little longer whenever he drops your stuff off instead of leaving right away. and when he does, he leaves you with extra weed and goodie bags filled with candy and chips.
plug!choso who realizes that his feelings for you may be stronger than the drugs he sells/takes.
plug!choso who finally stops contemplating with his foggy brain and asks if he can smoke with you at your place and feels genuine happiness for the first time in a while when you say yes.
plug!choso who feels a foreign sense of nervousness when he is standing in front of your door because he realizes this is not one of his regular drop offs and is more about the two of you actually hanging out.
plug!choso who feels his throat get stuck and his dick swell in his pants when you open the door in a black & white polka dot shorts and cami set that defines your body better than ever, your nipples prodding slightly through the thin fabric.
plug!choso who listens to you talk about your day so sweetly and insists on helping you roll the blunt because he is afraid your french tip nails will poke a hole in the paper and brings water to your mouth whenever you cough a little too hard.
plug!choso who gets warmer and more touchy with you three blunts later, his hand rubbing along your thigh when you inhale and exhale.
plug!choso who leaves you dizzy when he gently grabs your chin and blows smoke into your mouth, his lips so close to yours you can still smell the mint underneath everything, and before you can stop yourself you lean in and kiss him.
plug!choso who ends up between your thighs after the kiss that escalated into a messy makeout session. tongue pressing flat against your throbbing clit.
“chooo! f-fuck,” you gasped, pedicured toes curling as he continued to eat you off the bone. his groans vibrated through your core, and nasty obnoxious slurps filled the room.
“y’ taste so good. s’ sweet.” he was high out of his mind. giving you sticky kisses on your clit, and tests the waters by slipping one finger in… then another. wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucks really hard. trying his best to make you cream on his tongue and he doesn’t fail.
plug!choso who makes the sexiest face when his tip pushes into your walls. jaw dropping, brows turning up, eyes extremely low.
plug!choso who becomes the most talkative during sex. “i’ve been trying to fuck you for so long,” he said, plunging his dick in and out of you. “this feels good, yeah? talk to me, baby. please.”
plug!choso who becomes the first man to ever make you squirt.
plug!choso who’s a complete whimpering mess when he’s close. he cums so good. so hard to the point where he almost blacked out and collapsed right on top of you. his head falling right between your boobs, and you lazily rub his face, giving him kisses on his sweaty temple until he softens inside of you. he was in heaven.
plug!choso who you cannot get enough of after your smoke sesh so you call him to come over but not for weed this time.
plug!choso who goes from being your favorite eater to your sweet boyfriend and sometimes takes you on his trips despite protesting for you to stay home because he does not want you involved in his work.
☆ plug!choso who’s always loving on you, his favorite customer. you’re more than that to him, but he’s way too shy to confess or anything like that. instead, he brings you extra weed and an excuse, which almost always leads into a conversation. over time, you become friends.
plug!choso who finally confesses to you by pulling up ten minutes early and inviting you to an impromptu smoke sesh in his car. while passing the pen back and forth, one thing leads to another and he ends up making fun of the way you inhale, so you tell him to teach you if it’s so bad.
plug!choso who ends up kissing you while blowing smoke into your mouth, which leaves your head spinning by the time he pulls away. this spirals into a full on make out session that has you climbing over the console to get into his lap. all with his assistance, of course.
plug!choso, though inexperienced, is quick to help you out with his hands on your hips the second you start grinding on him. it feels so good, with his fingers slipping beneath your shirt and your breaths in his ear. when you can finally feel yourself gliding along the hardness of his clothed cock, you drop your head over his shoulder.
in the backseat, plug!choso is focused on making sure you’re comfortable as he squeezes between your thighs, turning his head to kiss on each one. the kisses turn to licks on the way up until he’s lapping at your pussy and staring up at you with his low, red eyes.
plug!choso who’s super vocal and noisy through it. he can’t stop telling you how good you taste, how pretty you look with your legs spread, how he just knew you’d be better than he could’ve ever imagined. he gets so passionate and carried away that he ends up asking you who is devouring you like this.
of course, you end up whining his name and cumming against his mouth not long after. and when you blink out of your daze to look at him, you'll see that plug!choso is both teary and pussydrunk. he looks like a changed man now, especially with your slick shining around the lower half of his face.
it becomes a routine, as everything eventually does. you'll meet him and smoke in his car, then move to the backseat. although plug!choso does love the odd arrangement, he's still not yet confident enough to ask you out so he drives himself crazy thinking about you until he says 'i love you' in the middle of sex
Choso and you have been cucking Sukuna for weeks - all to get revenge on him cheating on Mario Kart. Well, when Choso decides to gift you with a dildo moulded after his own dick? It leaves Sukuna alone with you finally - only for you to torture him on Tomodachi life, making him fall in love with Satoru!!! Well, Sukuna's had enough, time to teach you a lesson. Or... so he thinks.
pairings - sukuna x reader x choso
warnings- rage baiting Sukuna, cucking him as revenge for Mario kart hehe, fingering, squirting, p in v sex, mean sukuna, he's so mad Abt tomodachi lifeee, cream pie, lots of biting, cucking choso this time hehe (dw he loves it)
This is a sequel to Pretty Please - my comm for my sweet bb @martianzmars who I love so so much. wc - 4.5k
It’s been weeks since Sukuna first got cucked by you – all over a stupid fucking video game at that – and now? He’s had to hear you getting backshots from Choso every goddamn night, had to hear that boy whimpering in the room, knowing you were riding him. He has walked right by your room – the door open, the sight of you lifting your ass up and right back down his roomate’s cock.
Sometimes you glare over your shoulder right at him, riding cock like you’re made for that shit.
As for Sukuna?
Well he’s left to jerk off to the sounds and the way your hips curve, stroking his cock and resting his head against the door once he rushes to his room, thinking of all the ways he would ruin your cunt when he finally gets the chance. How he’d make you know the shape, bruise your cute little cervix, have you squirt and drool until you were dumb off him.
“Fucking petty little brat,” he’d moan out your name, picturing all the handprints he’d leave all over your ass – the bruises he’d dig in as he hears you riding Choso till he cums.
Oh, and Choso?
Well he’s clearly fucking loving this, torturing Sukuna and having you all to himself. He’ll tug you on his lap as he hits the bowl and pass it to Sukuna with this mean smile. The nice guy act? Sukuna knows better, Choso was a nice person until it came to you, then he was a complete territorial little shit
When Sukuna would sit next to you on the couch, Choso would make sure to wrap his arm around you. He’d leave marks all over you, too, and didn’t let you out of his damn sight. Sukuna hasn’t even had a moment alone with you hardly, and when he does, you decide to torture him.
You loved to just shamelessly walk around with your pretty tits half out, shorts riding up the curve of your ass, you’d bend over right in front of him when you grabbed a drink from the fridge. Smiling at him all fucking evil when you catch him staring – oh, and when Sukuna thought for just a moment he’d get you alone? Your mean ass would tease the ever loving fuck out of him.
‘Hey Kuna,’ you’d lean all close, a hand on his chest, letting him grip an ass cheek and drag you close, he knows you fucking want him, too, but you’re too stubborn to admit it. ‘What’s wrong? You look mad.”
‘Tch, asking me what’s wrong?’ he’d raise a brow and tug you so close against him that you could feel it – his cock straining his pants, pressed on your lower tummy. You’d bite back a moan, but he could hear it.
Just when he thought he’d have you?
Well, here came your knight in fucking armor – stoned ass Choso coming to rescue his damn princess peach.
All of this was over Mario Kart of all things.
Mario Kart and you’re still mad.
“Mean ass lil brat,” he mumbles one night, barring you against the fridge door when you go to shut it, pinning you between his hard chest and the cool stainless steel, your nipples press up with need as he’s right there.
“Me, mean?” You laugh at that, thighs pressing together like on instinct – Choso’s cum is still trickling out of your needy hole as Sukuna’s huge ass hovers over you, a thigh slotting itself right between yours.
You barely catch a breath, it feels so good, Choso’s got you all sensitive and you do want Sukuna inside you, fuck all you’ve done with him was cuck and tease him – but he just didn’t deserve to yet. You are rightfully still infuriated that he cheated in Mario Kart, and he should suffer his consequences, even if you loved the way his muscled thigh felt against you.
“You act like you don’t want my cock inside you,” he tilts your chin up, watching you bite down on your lip. “Want me in all your holes, huh? Admit that shit.”
“No, I don’t,” you feel your heart race at your damn lie, giggling when he scowls even deeper. “I don’t!”
“Lemme guess, because of fucking Mario Kart.”
“Yep,” you push past him and he grips you, turning you so that your back is pressed against him – he’s so fucking big your ass barely hits those muscled thighs, his hand splaying your tummy, long, tattooed fingers spread all over. “Kuna…”
“I know I could watch my cock move inside you,” that fucks you up, as much as you act unaffected and just petty, you do wanna know what it feels like. “Admit it, brat, you want me.”
Sukuna chuckles all mean – you want him even more, ugh. “Admit you suck at Mario kart.”
His laugh cuts off, red eyes narrowing. “No!??!”
“Good night, Kuna,” you tug off him, just to get his teeth sinking into your shoulder, sharp and leaving marks as you gasp out. “Ow!?”
“Hey, what’s up?” Choso walks out – shirtless with his pajama pants with cute lil pandas all over them, he yawns and looks at you two, raising a brow as he scratches at his stomach all sleepy.
“He’s not admitting he sucks at mario kart!”
“She’s not admitting she wants my dick.”
“I don’t!?”
“Why are you using my dildo then, huh?” You blush, turning and shoving at the big ass, thick fucking man you live with, Choso just sighs.
“Are you all fighting again?”
“Well aren’t you happy we are?” Sukuna asks, Choso blinks all innocently as you rush over to him, slipping an arm around you. “Acting like she’s all yours. I had her squirting all over my fingers.”
“Well,” Choso trails off, a hand on your hip, smiling lazily. “She just squirted all over my mouth, so...”
“Fuck you both,” like he wouldn’t die to have you ride his face – Choso’s living his damn dream. Sukuna walks up to you and grips your chin, tugging it up so you have to look at his tall ass. “Wait till I get your bratty ass alone, won’t be able to fucking talk, will you?”
Your throat goes dry – the thought of Sukuna losing his shit on you?
You’re soaked – mixing with Choso’s cum that you’d love to have fucked back inside you by Sukuna. Instead you bat your lashes all innocent and cute. “Oh, I’ll still be able to talk – I’ll tell you how you suck so bad at games you cheat.”
“Me!?”
“You!”
“All right, bed time,” Choso has to carry you away from the six foot five, scowling ass pink haired man, pouting once you’re in his room. “I want you to have a dildo made from my dick, baby.”
“Oh,” you giggle now, hands sliding up his chest. “You do?”
He nods all eagerly, lower lip jutting out. “It’s not fair that Sukuna has one.”
“But you get to fuck me?”
“Still, baby please?” He takes your hand and you giggle, nodding.
Why wouldn’t you want Choso’s cock to add to your extensive collection? You’ll use it and Sukuna’s together.
You wonder just how much more you can piss him off.
The backshots would be worth it.
*****
“What the fuck is that!?” You scowl over at your roommate Sukuna the next morning, as you drag his character around on the screen – a perfect likeness really, you even have him in a pretty pink kimono.
“It’s your Mii,” his jaw sets in annoyance, ruby eyes narrowing at the version of himself with one fucking tooth, you’ve drawn his tattoos all over him – you’ve even drawn a penis on his goddamn face. “Isn’t he cute?”
“No he’s not fucking cute!? The fuck is that?” You start giggling and see his brows lower over his eyes. “Why am I wearing a dress!?”
“You love it, Kuna,” you giggle and pull another dress from the shop, handing it to his Mii and letting him put it on. He blushes and jumps up and down. “Look how much you love it! Oh my god, you’re so happy!”
“What am I even doing!?” He crosses his arms as you giggle at the screen, looking at the little Mii flashing his flashlight over and over at the little Satoru.
“You’re having fun,” you roll your eyes as if he’s asking some insane ass question.
“And that’s you?” You’re over there living with a Choso Mii, clearly head over heels. You giggle again, hand in front of your face.
“Mhm! Look, even this version of me loves Choso!”
Sukuna has had enough.
“I’m fucking done,” you gasp when he yanks the switch controller from your hands and throws it.
“Hey! Your Mii is getting ready for a european tour with Satoru-”
“You?”
“No,” you grin again. “I made your best friend Satoru a mii, the one from college, remember? You and him have this beautiful yaoi-”
Sukuna snatches you up so fast you gasp, throwing you over his shoulder, having you yelp and smack at him, only for him to smack the fuck out of your ass.
“Ow! Put me down you dick!” He tosses you right on the bed with an unceremonious bounce, you huff in indignation, staring up with your thighs spread – just enough for Sukuna to see the slick trail down it.
“I said sorry about your dumb fucking Mario Kart,” his hands slide up your thighs achingly slow, goosebumps sliding right up them, you can’t stop the whine that slips from your mouth, hands gripping the blankets tightly, bunching in your hands. “Yet here you are, torturing me over that shit.”
“Torturing you how?” You reach up and yank him down, letting him lay over you – his scowl fading, lips parted just a bit when you arch your hips, his hands sliding even higher. “Playing a video game?”
“No, by fucking Choso all goddamn day,” you giggle, but it’s cut off when he yanks you hips, dragging you against him so that your knees are bent, feet planted on the edge of the bed.
“Choso is sweet to me,” you murmur, fingers drifting up his chest, his neck, until a hand entangles in his pink locks, tugging hard at the root. “You’re fucking mean.”
“Me? You’re mean!?” he slams his lips on yours, hands against where your hips and thighs meet, thumbs just pressing in, your core tightens, breaths coming even faster. “Mean ass brat. Over falling off the rainbow road.”
“You’re the one who cheated, admit it,” he chuckles, dragging you against his length and watching your eyes roll back in your skull. “Mnh!”
“Don’t want it, huh?”
You swallow nervously now, nails sinking in until they sting his skin, he hisses through his teeth. “You really think you can handle me, Kuna?”
He laughs, throwing his head back, flipping you so quickly you’re dizzy, shoving your shorts right down your thighs, watching as they tremble, seeing that pussy that’s usually just full of Choso’s cum. “Can you take my dick, brat?”
“I can,” you’re already arching when he kneels down, his breath ghosting your cunt, laughing as you push back on it. “F-fuck…”
“What, gonna admit you want it?” His tongue flicks up your slit, moaning at that taste that coats his tongue, slipping right against that barbell. “Slutty lil cunt, bet I could fit in without any prep, you’re that messy.”
“Mnh,” you’re going to fuck with him later, but right now his teeth are nipping your clit so damn hard you’re gasping out. “Gonna bite it, really!?”
“You love that,” he’s stroking his cock – already leaking pre – parting your puffy lips to watch that hole wink. He pulls you wide open and then spits a glob of saliva right in your hole.
“Did you just spit on it? You’re such a slut – ngh!”
“Me?” He spits again, moaning as he stands up, shoving your head down and pinning your wrist behind your back – you’re arching more, you’ve already taken his cock in the form of that dildo he had made, you can’t help but want the real thing. “Look at you, all needy, arching like that. Been fucking yourself with my cock for months, hah…”
“Dick,” your words are muffled, head against the pillow, nails digging into your palm as a hand grips that wrist, and his cock lands on your ass with a filthy slap. “P-please…”
“Hah, please what? Please tell you – that I ‘suck’ at Mario kart? That I’m mad as fuck I can’t sink inside your slutty cunt and have to hear Choso whimper?” you just moan more, peeking back at him with lidded eyes, making his cock leak pre and drip it right down on the bed. Sukuna smacks your ass with his free hand with a loud smack. “Answer, brat.”
You’ll let Sukuna think he has control – for now – you really want backshots from him, after all.
“Please, in me,” your words fucking ruin him, how could he even imagine you’d be begging him to shove his cock inside you? He spits down your ass and lets it drip down your lips, shoving his pants down and freeing his cock. “Kuna…”
“You’re gonna be sweet for once? Because you want my cock? Hah,” you feel his spit slipping down, his cock slaps his flat abdomen, leaking white on the pink happy trail now, coating it. “Needy lil fuckin’ brat. Gotta be filled by the two of us?”
“Fuck,” he’s mean – but you love that shit, you want him to be mean, love when his hand clamps down on your wrist, pushing you down even further into the mattress.
“Say it,” he’s taunting you now, trying to exact his revenge as he runs his pierced tip right up and down your slit, faster and faster – edging you, breaking you down to where you forget just how annoyed you are with this giant dickhead you live with. “Say you wanna be fucked by both of us, not just him.”
“You’re so jealous,” your giggle is cut off when he pulls his cock back. “Ngh – Kuna, fuckin’ put it in, shit…”
“Nah,” he’s throbbing when he slips two thick fingers through the spit and precum he’s coated your pretty pussy with, swirling them and then shoving them in hard, making you spasm so damn fast. “Don’t tell me you’re that easy f’me, gonna come from my fingers?”
His fingers are thick and rough, years of football have them calloused as they massage your walls, rocking up and down and in and out of you, that clicking sound of just how wet your pussy is echoing in your ears. You’re dizzy from a few pumps, the way he curves up and down on that spot as you’re arched, shoving you down even further until your cries are muffled.
“Gonna squirt in less than a minute, tch,” he’s lost in how good you feel gripping his fingers, he can hardly stop himself from drinking your cunt again. “Love to make me so fuckin’ desperate because of a goddamn game.”
“I t-take it serious,” he laughs then, smacking your other ass cheek and watching that flesh rise up with his hand print. “Ah!”
“Yeah I can tell you do, bratty, mean little – fuck, you’re about to cum, huh?” You shatter before he can yank his fingers out and deny you it, squirting obscenely right down to your bed, legs quivering as that orgasm has your pussy flooded with that slick, so much it’s ridiculous. “Fuck, you squirt like that?”
“Mnh,” you can’t even manage a word, pussy tightening up after your orgasm, just for him to spit on you again, filthy and nasty with it, huge, tattooed hands gripping your hips and tugging you back. “Fuck me… god, put it in – or do you wanna fuck Satoru like your Mii did- ah!”
Sukuna slaps the fuck out of each ass cheek, over and over until you’re about to cum from the pain, hands digging into the covers as you arch your pussy up, he watches the sight of it all messy and glossy and almost cums himself. He strokes his needy cock, smearing that pre along his reddened tip, moaning all pornographic to the point just that is sending you.
“Say you want my cock inside.”
“No.”
“The fuck!?” You laugh again, you love torturing him, especially when he leans over you with his heavy weight, his chest pressing down on your back, hand gripping you underneath your chin and turning your face to him.
When you look into his pretty, dangerous red eyes though?
You’re fucked.
You just swallow, trying to catch your breath and act like you’re not actively losing all your control, until you gather yourself. Sukuna slips his thumb over your lip and you pretend to kiss it, only to sink your teeth in, laughing as he curses.
“You are an evil lil brat, swear to…” He moans when you back up on him, grinding your hips up and down. One of his hands squeezes your throat, the other planted right by your face. “Say it.”
“I said ‘fuck me’!”
“Say you want my cock inside, that you love my fucking dildo, say that shit you brat,” you smirk and almost ruin him, finally conceding a bit just so you can actually feel his cock inside.
“I want your cock inside me,” he loses it then, hearing your breathy whisper, seeing your eyelashes tremble as your lids lower. “Kuna, fuck me… god just put your cock inside, I can take it – I- ngh!”
Sukuna shoves his thick cock inside your needy cunt with one mean thrust, bottoming out instantly. Your eyes roll back as a desperate, breathy little moan escapes your lips – you’re stretched out so fucking good, his pierced tip just kissin’ your cute, puffy lil cervix. You’re so stretched out it’s intense, much more than the dildo you'd been secretly using still.
You couldn’t let Sukuna know how much better his real cock is than his toy, even if his dildo had worked you up to the feeling, there was no replica for that piercing, for those veins pulsing.
“Fuck, you're taking all my cock like you’re made for it," his hips jerk back and then shove forward, burying himself in your slick, hot pussy that’s stretching just for him, the initial resistance already passed. "Needy lil cunt, fuck she’s grippin’ me like she wants cum inside her, huh? That what you need?"
“Ngh…” You can’t talk, not when he’s sliding almost all the way out and then slamming back inside. The pretty little barbells underneath his tip catch on that spongy spot in your tacky walls, making you whine out. “Fuck!”
“Fuck,” as if he’s fairing much better, you’re taking all his goddamn cock inside, those puffy pussy lips stretching around his shafe. “Look at her, wanted this so fuckin’ bad, huh?”
Sukuna’s huge hands grip the curve of your hips hard enough to bruise, and you want him to, you want to bruise him just as bad. The thought has you quivering and spasming as he slowly shoves back in, maddening when his heavy, cum filled balls just smack right on your neglected, twitchy clit.
“Kuna… please…”
“Kuna please,” you scowl now, clamping down on his cock, making him suck in a breath through his teeth. “Stop that, god…”
“Don’t be a dick, I’ll have you c-cum so fast you, ah!” Sukuna scowls, gripping you at the waist and beginning to fuck you then. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“So fuckin’ needy, so bratty, only sweet when you’re stuffed full of cock, huh?” He begins to fuck all his frustrations out on your pussy, skin smacking loud in the room, cock stretching you out so full you feel him everywhere. “Can’t talk? I fuck you dumb already?”
Sukuna is a dick.
But you can’t talk, the faster he moves, slamming so hard inside you it hurts – you can take dick, too, but he’s so mean with it, balls smacking your clit where you need the friction. You reach down between your own thighs, resting on a shoulder and rubbing your own clit, only for him to snatch your wrist.
“Ah-ah,” he shoves your hand back on the mattress, fucking into you as his balls hit your clit again, torturing you. “You’re not gonna touch that lil clit.”
Oh fuck him.
“Your mii wants to m-move in with Satoru and have babies with-ah!” Sukuna slams even harder, filling you up so that his tip is bruising your cervix, his teeth biting your shoulder blade, hand taking your much smaller one over.
“Soaking wet, never even felt someone this wet,” Sukuna is too far gone now, you’re wrapping him too goddamn good, his chest slips across your arched back, shoving you further onto the bed. “Cucking me, edging me, so mean for what?”
“Mario – mnh! – Kart – will you j-just lemme touch my clit!?” He laughs then, his piercings catching on your sensitive spots in those quivering walls, making you gasp out all ragged, your eyes rolling back in your skull.
"Look at you, all that talk about Mario Kart and now you're drooling, can’t talk shit now, huh? Too full of cock?” His huge hand releases its grip and instead wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin, everything fuzzy, until even without your clit played with you’re about to shatter. "Admit it - you've wanted this since I moved in."
"Never," you manage to gasp out the words, even though your body betrays you as you clench around him, slutty pussy completely not agreeing with you. “Won’t… harder, fuck me harder…”
He responds by pulling out almost completely, making you whine out. “When you admit that shit.”
“Okay, fuck, I want you,” you whine out all sweet, turning your face and kissing his lips, making him moan desperately into your mouth. “Please.”
“Mnh…”
“Did you whimper?”
“No!?” You’re laughing when he flips you around, cock dripping with all your slick, smacking it on your puffy cunt with loud thwacks as he pins you underneath him. “Didn’t whimper.”
“You did,” your giggle is fucking cute – not that Sukuna would tell you, he’s too stubborn to admit you’re so pretty he melts around you. No, instead he glares and shoves your thighs to your chest. “Hey! I can’t bend that way!?”
“Sure ya can,” his fingers press into the plush of those thighs, cock slammed right back inside, both of you moaning as he fills you up. “God…”
Sukuna paused for a moment, kissing you all sweet as he crushes you with his weight, making you bite his lip. He glares, so you bite his shoulder, even harder, giggling at the teeth marks.
“You’re so fucking evil, I’m fucking you like this and you’re biting me?” You bite him again, feeling his cock twitch inside you, his sooty pink lashes fluttering shut. “Stop it, brat.”
“You’re gonna crush me, so heavy, mnh!”
“Callin’ me fat? Tch,” Sukuna bites your ear so hard you gasp out, your nails dragging down his back, leaving scratch marks that slip all across. “Mnh…”
“Whimpering again, hah,” you’re digging your nails in harder, eyes fluttering closed with just how needy you are for him, teeth sinking into a well muscled bicep, right over a black tattoo. “Aw, Kuna, you’re so close, huh?”
“Can’t stand your ass,” he’s about to bust, he barely holds back as his balls start tensing and throbbing, hands shoving your thighs further apart when they threaten to close. “I want my mii to move in with you.”
“No,” his brows lower, before you bite him right on his nipple. “Livin’ with Cho.”
“Ouch! Fuck that,” you giggle and he throws you around again, but this time on your tummy, prone bone right over you. His hand wraps your throat again as he shoves his cock fully inside, your head falling back. “Stop biting me!?”
“You love it,” he does – but–
“Oh… hi?” Sukuna groans as he hears Choso – no damn way was he not going to cum inside you.
“Go the fuck away.”
“No, stay,” Choso chuckles, setting aside the box – his cock has been made into a pretty pink dildo just for you! He can’t wait till you see it, though just hearing your slutty pussy and your moans are wrecking him. “Mngh… Cho…”
“Hi pretty baby,” he walks over as your other roommate is pumping your pussy full, he can’t help but moan at the sight. “Is he being nice to you?”
“Nice, hah – she’s biting me and making my Mii fuck Satoru!” Choso snorts in laughter. “It’s not funny?”
“I made your mii, isn’t he cute?” Sukuna might kill Choso, as he walks over and sits in the pretty pink chair, thighs spread. “Can I watch you ride him, baby?”
“No, get out-”
“Mhm,” you turn your head to look at Sukuna. “On your back.”
“Fuck that, I…” He sighs, he sure isn’t gonna turn down getting ridden by you, even if Choso’s over there unzipping his pants. He rolls on his back just for you to run to choso and give him a quick kiss, his hand glides down to your cunt, taking some of those juices from it and sucking them off his fingers. “Get over here!?”
“Impatient ass!” You giggle when Choso presses kisses to your nipple, sucking one in his mouth. “I missed you, Cho.”
“I’m right fucking here, cock out! Get on it, brat,” you stomp over as Choso spits on his cock, moaning at the sight of you straddling Sukuna. Sukuna himself can’t help but whimper a third time, his cheeks all flushed when you sink right down on his cock, his black nails pressing into your hips. “Fuck… Show me what you got, huh?”
“Lemme see you pretty,” you giggle and look back at Choso, just for Sukuna to snatch your chin up, forcing your gaze back on him.
“Eyes on me,” you can’t lie – it’s hot that he’s jealous, that he’s needy, it’s hot that Choso is whining out and the sounds of him stroking his cock are mixing with the wet sounds of your cunt sucking Sukuna in. “That’s it, ride me, fuck…”
“Kuna,” you tease, leaning low as if to kiss him, only to bite his chest again, he yanks your hair at the root, hissing at you as Choso strokes faster, seeing your pussy stretched like that. “You suck at Mario Kart. And your Mii is living with Satoru.”
“Fuck off, just… there just… mngh…” Sukuna busts so much it’s filthy, pumping in your walls and coating them, white ropes just pouring down his length, sticky and dripping out. Sukuna groans, gripping your hips bruising, Choso watches the white mess pour and groans.
He can’t wait for you to use his dildo next, but for the moment he’s perfectly content watching his pretty girlfriend torture and bite the shit out of Sukuna, especially when he gets to drink his cum right out of you. <3
⡴(frat!choso) 7 months after bagging the girl gojo struck out with ⡴ 0.7k words
“i can’t stay the whole time.” choso says to gojo (the whole room really) who’s currently going over the ‘game-plan’ and jobs for the frats fundraiser tonight. “i got a date—well not a date, but…”
gojo looks confused, eyebrows pinched together. “i’m sorry,” he near laughs, “you have a date?”
geto seems a little bit amused aswell but smacks gojo’s arm lightly and tells choso, “with who?” everybody else sitting around the living room hums in agreed question.
“it’s not a date.” he himself sounds confused as to what it is.
“what, ya got a hookup you not telling us about?” gojo quizzes. it’s amazing how fast he can lose focus completely.
“no, it’s not that.”
“you smoking with a girl?” geto asks. choso shakes his head no.
“guy?” someone quips with a laugh from the kitchen, probably toji meal prepping for the next few days. choso shakes his head again.
gojo leans back on the couch and plops into a pillow. “…kay. so what are you doing with her? and who even is she?”
“i’m meeting her parents.” he replies. somebody in the room spits out half their drink, everybody else’s eyebrows snag up their forehead. “i have to leave at 7:30.”
“wait-wait-wait,” toji steps out the kitchen as if he didn’t hear that right. “you have a girlfriend you didn’t tell us about and you’re meeting her parents ?”
choso looks embarrassed and plays with his hair a little. “i mean i told nanami.” he mumbles, looking over to him from the other side of the couch. nanami nods in agreement.
“he needed advice and a dress shirt,” he confirms while gojo’s jaw is halfway to the floor. “lord knows you guys wouldn’t help him.”
“nanamiiii,” gojo pouts, body slinging aimlessly further off the couch like a slinky toy, “you knew and didn’t tell me? i am great with advice !”
geto pokes gojo in the ribs playfully, “you’re really not.” then turns to nanami, “who is she? did he not tell us cause we don’t know her?” choosing to ask second hand like choso isn’t even there.
nanami shakes his head no, “you guys know her, gojo hit on her once.” nanami actually chuckles to himself in his hand, recalling the memory apparently everybody had forgotten. “he got rejected.”
gojo pulls himself up in an instant, “you stole my girl choso? not cool man!” in an even bigger pout from before.
choso replies, still fiddling with his hair, “she was not your girl.”
“which girl are we talking about? gojo’s got like a 30% success rate.” toji asks, now also distracted from what he was originally doing.
“fuck you, zen’in.” gojo quips.
choso ignores gojo’s comment, tells toji (everybody) your name and continues, “she rejected gojo at the start of the school year when he saw her with shoko and shoko told her he’s a douche.”
gojo yanks up his makeshift blindfold (really a dishcloth from the kitchen) like it’ll make him hear better, scrambling up in disarray, “SHOKO’S FRIEND?” he yanks back down his blindfold and returns to his half off the couch, nearly upside down state. “and you’re meeting her parents?” he crosses his arms and mumbles, “bro-code’s out the window i guess.”
“oh i remember that!” geto says, nearly laughing his ass off remembering gojo’s dissapointment. “when’d you meet her cho?”
“that night. we fucked and she asked me out the next day.” choso replies.
“oh you’re fucking kidding me.” gojo groans out.
geto’s now fully doubled over on the couch laughing, along with half the other frat members.
“lemme see a photo of her.” toji asks. choso pulls out his phone and displays to him his wallpaper, you and him sticking your blue and red tongues out after drinking too many icees at mini-golf. “cute.”
choso gets about 50 more, ‘lemme see’s before gojo leans up and looks at the screen too. apparently he’s the only one who realizes it’s a live photo and presses down to see the animation. he then sees choso turn and lick your tongue, leaving a purple mark on yours before the screen reverts to the still image.
he immediately falls back again, “oh fuck you, choso.”
after carrying your son around in your stomach for 9 months, and pushing through 8 hours of intense labour, you are now staring down at your beautiful baby boy with tired eyes.
he is beautiful, but he looks exactly like his father.
you huff. "he looks exactly like you"
"don't sound too excited" sukuna jokes, smoothing over yujis scarce pink hair.
you inspect the baby further, peering at his pink hair, the exact same shade as his daddy's, as well as the same skin tone and his little mouth laying perfectly flat along his face while he sleeps. your eyes follow his chubby arms and fingers and belly, baby fat almost promising that he will get as big and strong as his dad.
then you look up to his father, kuna's face resting in the same serious line while you watch him watching yuji. you reach up and cup sukuna's cheek. when his gaze meets yours you take in the details of his pretty eyes, his tattoos, and his markings below his eyes.
you snap your head back to yuji.
"kuna he even has your little markings" you whine, "he looks nothing like me... i pushed out your fatass baby and carried him for 9 months the least he could do is look a little like me.." you continued on.
sukuna holds back a laugh and smooths over your hair, "the next one will look exactly like you.. maybe a pretty little girl."
you grumble a little more but inevitably settle down and lay back onto the pillow. with yuji in your arms, and sukuna leaning over you both, carressing yujis face, you all sit there for a while.
yuji babbles a little in his sleep and cracks a little smile. "he must be dreaming" you softly mumble with a smile.
sukuna looks back and forth between you too. "he has your smile"
if you weren't so tired, you would've jumped for joy. "really?" you tuck yourself against sukunas chest, nuzzling him slightly.
You are utterly and shamelessly addicted to Choso’s cock
cw: explicit, creampie, a day filled of you sucking Cho’s cock.
Have you ever heard the phrase ‘keep your hands to yourself’?
Of course not.
Per routine, you’re at breakfast with Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and the two of you crammed into a cozy booth at the café. Choso sat beside you looking unfairly composed whereas you, on the other hand, had been throbbing with need since the moment you sat down. Under the long tablecloth your hand slid discreetly into his lap. Choso’s breath hitched with his chopsticks pausing mid-air as a faint flush crept up his neck.
He leaned toward you, voice extremely quiet, “B-Baby… not with them right here…” But he didn’t push your hand away as his thighs parted just slightly under the table, letting you rub him harder.
You could feel every throb as you stroked him slow. Choso’s cheeks turned pink, his lips pressed together to stifle any sound while Satoru was busy dramatically recounting a mission and Suguru smirked knowingly across the table.
Leaning in, you whispered hotly against his ear, “I need you. I need your cock, please, Cho, please.”
Choso swallowed hard, nodding obediently with wide eyes as he let you drag him away from the table before anyone could tease too much. The second the bathroom door locked behind you, you shoved him against the wall and dropped to your knees, yanking his pants down just enough to free his thick, flushed cock. It sprang out heavy and leaking, and you moaned like you’d been denied for weeks.
“Fuck, Cho… I need this so bad,” you whimpered, nuzzling your cheek against the warm length before licking a long, slow stripe from base to tip. Choso’s hand flew to your hair, fingers trembling as he let out a soft whimper.
You swallowed him down eagerly, sucking him wet and sloppy, throat relaxing around his girth while spit dripped down your chin. Choso’s head tipped back against the tile, breath coming in shaky little gasps. “Ah—shit… your mouth feels too good,” he whined softly, hips twitching helplessly into your throat. “They’re all out there… and I’m—hngh—gonna cum if you keep doing that…”
You bobbed faster, moaning around him, taking him as deep as you could as he came. But sucking him off wasn’t enough. You stood, turned, bent over the sink, and shoved your panties aside. “Fuck me, Cho. Please. Fill me up.”
Choso obeyed instantly, hands shaking as he gripped your hips and slid into your soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. He fucked you with desperate strokes, whimpering against your shoulder. “You’re so wet… squeezing me so tight… I can’t—ah—I can’t last,” he gasped, voice breathy. You pushed back against him, demanding more, until both of you came hard.
When you finally returned to the table, faces flushed and a little disheveled, Satoru raised an eyebrow with a knowing grin. “Took you guys long enough.” You just smiled innocently while Choso avoided everyone’s eyes, still softly panting.
The obsession only grew.
In the car on the way home, your seatbelt was barely buckled before your hand was back in his lap, stroking him through his pants until he was rock hard. “Pull over,” you whined, but Choso just gripped the wheel tighter. “You couldn’t even wait ten minutes?”
You answered by leaning over the console, unzipping him, and taking his cock into your mouth while he drove. The wet sounds of you slurping and gagging on him filled the car as he tried to keep his eyes on the road, one hand tangled in your hair, guiding you deeper. He came down your throat just as he pulled into a side street, thick pulses coating your tongue while you swallowed everyyy drop.
Later that same day, you were supposed to meet Yuji for lunch.
You didn’t even make it two blocks from the car. The second Choso’s hand wrapped around your waist as you walked, you were dragging him into the nearest alley, dropping to your knees. You pulled his cock out taking him immediately into your salivating mouth, playing with his balls, as you deepthroated him until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Choso’s quiet grunts and the way his thighs trembled only made you suck harder, desperate for his cum. He painted your throat again, and you licked him clean with a satisfied little hum.
So, time and time again this was a consistent problem and yet by the time you were supposed to be at training with Satoru, you were already late.
And it was entirely your fault.
Choso stood in the doorway of your bedroom, pants around his thighs, while you knelt between his legs once more, your mouth full, cheeks hollowed, eyes watering as you bobbed on his cock like you’d die without it. He was rock hard again, slick with your spit as his veins pulsed against your tongue.
“Baby… we’re late,” he groaned, but his hips were still rocking gently into your mouth, one hand stroking your hair almost tenderly. “Satoru’s gonna kill us.”
You pulled off just long enough to whine, voice needy, “Just a little more… please, Cho. I need it. I need your cock so bad—”
He cursed softly, then guided you back down, letting you suck him with messy enthusiasm. You moaned around him, thighs clenched together, pussy throbbing from how turned on you were just from having him in your mouth. Another load—your fourth of the day—was already building, and you couldn’t wait to feel it in your throat again.
You really were a cock addict—and Choso’s thick, perfect cock was your only fix.
the room fills with absolute, soul-leaving-the-body silence.
you step into the living room, smile bright and easy. “hi! i’ve heard so much about you guys!”
you wave, and your bracelets jingle, your hair bounces, your voice is warm and musical.
and you look…yeah. you look insane.
low-cut top, skirt that fits just right, glossy lips and sparkling eyes. the kind of pretty that makes people sit up straight without realizing.
across from you, gojo’s frozen. geto’s blinking like his brain’s buffering, and toji stares at you, a little dazed.
“choso talks about you all the time!” you continue, undeterred, clasping your hands together.
three heads snap towards choso, who’s’ standing there stiffly, one hand hovering near your back, his face dusted pink.
gojo’s mouth opens and closes. “…huh?”
“girlfriend?” geto repeats for clarification.
you hum, looping your hands through choso’s arm. “yeah!”
“how,” toji adds, very seriously, “did you pull her?”
you gasp softly. “oh my god, that’s so rude—”
choso stiffens, but before he can say anything : “he didn’t pull me,” you continue, almost offended. “i liked him first.”
silence. again.
“you like weird, quiet choso?” gojo asks incredulously. “you can’t even see his eyes! his hair’s—”
“he’s perfect,” you say with a grin. “choso’s so sweet. he listens to me ramble, like, all the time, which is impressive, honestly.”
choso’s ears redden. “i don’t mind,” he says quietly.
you smile at him. “i know.”
gojo presses a hand to his chest. “this has to be a glitch in the matrix.”
toji just laughs. “nah, the quiet ones always—”
“alright,” choso says, and his hand finally settles at the small of your back, gentle but certain. “we’re going upstairs.”
you brighten immediately. “oh! okay!” you lean up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek.
“lead the way,” you hum.
choso’s entire face goes red, from collar to ears, eyes wide for half a second before he manages a stiff nod.
“…yes,” he manages, already turning, one hand finding yours.
“wait, are we watching that movie you mentioned? the weird one with the—”
your voices fade up the stairs.
after a few seconds, gojo launches to his feet. “how—how did he—she’s—”
“a campus ten,” geto supplies.
“a twelve,” toji corrects.
upstairs, in choso’s room, you curl into his side, nuzzling your face happily into his neck.
“do you think they liked me?” you ask nervously, chewing on your bottom lip.
choso gives you a small smile, kissing your forehead. “i’m sure they did.”
you tangle your legs with his, reaching for the remote. “well, it only matters if you like me, anyway.” you give him a pointed look, smiling. “which you better.”
“i do! i do, a lot,” choso splutters with a reddened face.
