nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.
“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”
his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, okay, yeah, that’s—fuck—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”
your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.
“ahhh—shit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh fuck, your tongue—wait, wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.
you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.
“o-okay, okay, uh—s-science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—hahh, f-fuck—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”
you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, you’re—fuck, your throat’s so warm, you’re making me cum—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”
he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.
⡴ utterly whipped gojo finally convincing you to let him sleep over ⡴ 0.5k words ⡴ [ 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ]
it’s been 5 minutes since he’s finished inside you and he’s been pressed into your body, face nuzzled into your shoulder, since. his dick that he lazily pulled back into his briefs lies along your stomach while he lazes on top of you.
“satoru.” you mumble softly. well, as loud as you can with tufts of thick white hair half obstructing your mouth. he hums into your neck in acknowledgement. you push away his hair lying by your mouth. “i’ve got work tomorrow. go.”
you nearly for bad for telling him to leave. it’s just past midnight and he hasn’t even begged to say yet. yet.
“please.” he whines into your neck. he clutches your closer in his toned arms that are snaked around you. “just for tonight. i promise i’ll leave in the morning. just…” he trails off, whimpering muffledly below your ear.
he’s growing on you and you feel gross for admitting to it—to your friends. if you told him his ego’d skyrocket unbearably. you’re giving yourself a mental peptalk to not give into his stereotypical heartthrob charm and shoo him away like usual. thank god you don’t have his pathetic little bug eyes staring up at you or else you would’ve caved already.
“satoru, you know—” he cuts you off.
“it’s late.” he squeezes you even harder. he kisses up your jaw to try and convince you. “just let me stay here tonight. i’ll be good, won’t even notice me, baby.”
you know he will. he’ll be as silent and in-obnoxious as he can be in hopes you’ll let him stay over again some day. you nearly say something in retort but he pushes himself up and stares down at you while he speaks up again. his kicked puppy dog eyes bore into yours while he pleads shamelessly.
“please.” he frowns. he looks pretty like this, still worn out from fucking you and even more pathetic than usual.
you dart your eyes away from him as you speak.
“tonight and tonight only.” he leans forward, near inches away from you like he’s expecting a kiss while he widely grins. his dimples pierce through the gush of his porcelain cheeks. he giggles stupidly. “shut up.” you try and push him off of you but to no avail.
he jolts his head forward and starts messily peppering kisses over your face, jaw and forehead. he makes annoying, exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounds as he does.
“thank you—thank you, baby.” he says as he finally pulls back. his eyes study you as he notices a slight curl of your lips. usually he’d yell out how this means you must love him but he promised to be on his best behavior. so he’ll smugly realize you actually like him in his head until morning.
sukuna was scary — many people on campus made sure to try not to cross paths with him. the face tattoos, the rough,deep voice and his pure hight and muscles attracted many girls while still scaring away half.
there was really no inbetween being inlove with him or hating him. not that he cared about that anyway. because since he laid his eyes on you for the first time something clicked in his brain — he wanted, no, needed you to be his.
to his surprise,you, the sweet, shy girl, weren't scard of him — the opposite, you always looked at him with this loving expression it made him feel strangely warm.
to many people it didn't make any sense how he got with a sweet girl like you. everytime someone asked you why in the hell you would choose someone like sukuna your eyebrows furrowed in confusion becuase, what's wrong with sukuna?
well, they probably wouldn't expect the king of fratboys to spend his day tasting the sweets you baked, or watching a badly written romance movie under a baby pink blanket.
" you made this for me?"
he was sound asleep when you decided to knock on his door an a saturday morning, still hungover from the night before. he was ready to lash out on the person who decided to wake him at this hour, quickly desregarding any anger he felt the moment he openend the door — seeing you stand there in a cute outfit, hair styled and a fresh batch of cookies in your hands.
you're looking up at him smiling, letting yourself in when he stands at the side to make space for you to come in. "yeah, i know you're always hungry after partying all night so i wanted you to have somethning fresh to eat!"
and bless your heart, you don't realise what you're doing to your boyfriend, his chest warming as he trails behind you back to his room, where you put the cookies down.
"do you have a headache? i can get you some painkillers if you need some." the way you'Re worrying makes him almost smile if he weren't so tired. he unexpectedly pulls you into a hug, burrying your head into his chest, his head ontop of yours inhaling the strawberry vanilla shampoo scent.
you let out a quiet surprised squeal, quickly adapting and trying, keyword trying, to wrap your arms around him. "are you alright babe?" voice muffled against his chest.
he lets out a huff, thightening his embrace before pulling back just enough to tilt your chin up to make you look at him with those adorable eyes he loves. "what did i do to deserve such a sweet girl like you hm?" his voice is sleepy, but full of honestly, like he seriously can't wrap his head around how he got you.
you blush, shying away from the eye contact. "i just made you something to eat it's nothing special." you mumble but he still hears you cleary.
"f'course it is." he doesn't explain further, dragging you back to bed with him, laying ontop of you. "let me sleep with you and after i'll eat your cookies." it's not a question, his arms trapping you under him, making it impossible to escape, and he's already snoozing off.
so yeah, you're confused when someone says sukuna couldn't possibly be nice enough for you because he's not just nice he's actually caring.
being with choso meant having your tits sucked 24/7 ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i love boobs
it starts off as a coping mechanism after a long hard day. choso will pull your shirt down and suck on your nipple, softly, squeezing the other gently.
somehow over the months, it turns into an obsession. now, even after a good day, choso thinks he deserves to reward himself. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking, rutting his bulge against your cunt.
if you're home all day with him, there's no point in putting on a bra, let alone a shirt. it will be stripped off you instantly. his lips will be attached to your chest in record time.
he loves sucking on them when he fucks you too. he pounds into you while licking your nipples, marking every single bare spot of skin. he thinks you look pretty like that. and when they all start to fade away, he fucks you again so he can mark them.
your tits will always be covered in his spit. he loves the way his spit shines when it catches a shimmer of light. he spits on your nipples before taking them into his mouth, admiring the wetness of him on your pretty buds.
he sucks your nipples while going to bed. you'll cradle his head in your chest while he sucks on your nipples like a baby with a pacifier. you've gotten used to feeling him falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth. his drool with slide on your skin as he sleeps with you in his mouth.
especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.
every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.
his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.
the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.
and he just can’t help himself.
the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.
he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.
he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.
“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.
he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.
“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.
his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.
the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.
you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.
satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.
“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”
he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.
the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.
satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.
he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.
the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.
you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.
satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.
choso is a firm believer that pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to do anything.
it’s not something he’s ever said out loud, not in those exact words, but you see it in the way he kneels at your feet when your evening slippers are pinching, in the way his hands steady your ankles as he slides them off.
you see it in the careful, reverent way he unties the laces of your dress at night, his knuckles brushing your spine, his breath warm against the nape of your neck.
"cho, i can do that myself," you protest for the hundredth time, reaching for the hairbrush on your vanity. you’ve just returned from a work dinner, your face aching from smiling, your scalp tender from the weight of your responsibilities.
"don't be like that," he says softly, taking the brush from your hand. he’s already behind you, his reflection meeting yours in the mirror. he’s wearing a simple black sweater now, his pigtails undone, but he still looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room worth seeing. "let me help you."
"you’re going to spoil me rotten," you murmur, but you’re already sinking back against him, your eyes drifting shut as he starts working the brush through your hair in slow, even strokes. the bristles scrape gently against your scalp and you make a small, involuntary sound of pleasure.
"that’s the point," he says, his voice low. he sets the brush down and reaches for the cloth and cleansing oil. "you're too beautiful to even lift a finger, baby."
he’s wiping the rouge from your cheeks now, the kohl from your eyes. his touch is so gentle, so methodical, like he’s polishing something precious. you let him tilt your chin up, let him clean away the day’s mask. when he’s done, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"cmon, bed." he commands. not harshly—never harshly—but with the quiet authority of a man who knows exactly what you need.
you stand, your hand in his, and let him lead you to the mattress. he undresses you slowly, layer by layer, the silk pooling at your feet. when you’re down to your thin shift, he pulls back the covers and tucks you in like you’re something fragile.
"sleep," he whispers.
but you catch his wrist. you’re not sleepy. not anymore. the tiredness has shifted into something else, something warm and heavy low in your belly.
"stay," you plead.
he hesitates. "you’re tired."
"i want you," you clarify, your thumb stroking the inside of his wrist. "but i’m... i’m exhausted. but— but i want you— but i don't want to do anything—"
something dark flickers in his eyes. understanding. hunger. devotion.
"then don’t," he says. he climbs onto the bed, fully clothed, and crawls up your body until he’s hovering over you. "don’t do anything. don’t even think. just let me make you feel good."
"choso—" you start, already feeling guilty, already reaching for the hem of his sweater.
he catches your hands and pins them gently above your head. his fingers twine with yours, pressing your palms into the pillow.
"no, sweetheart." he says, his mouth brushing your ear. his voice drops, rough and reverent. "you don’t do the work. you never do the work. you just lay there, princess, and let me take care of you. let me please you. let me—" he grinds his hips down, and you feel how hard he is, straining against the fabric of his trousers, and you gasp. "—let me do everything."
he releases your hands only to finally pull his sweater over his head. you watch the muscles of his back shift in the warm light of your tablelamp, the old scars, the lean strength. when he turns back to you, he’s already unlacing his trousers, pushing them down, kicking them off.
he kneels between your thighs, his dark eyes raking over you. "open up," he murmurs, his hands sliding up your legs, pushing your shift higher. "be good for me, okay?"
you spread your legs, trembling. he’s already so hard, the pink tip flushed and wet, and he wraps his hand around himself, stroking once, twice, his eyes never leaving your face.
"you don’t even have to move," he says, leaning down, caging you in his warmth. "i’ll do all the work. i’ll get you ready. i’ll make you feel so good. all you have to do is look at me. can you do that for me, princess? can you let me love you?"
"yes," you breathe, your voice cracking. "yes, choso, please—"
he kisses you then, deep and filthy, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that makes your toes curl. his hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding you already wet, already aching. he doesn’t make you ask, nor does he make you work for it. he just pushes two fingers inside you, curling them, stretching you open while his thumb circles your clit.
"that’s it," he praises against your lips, feeling you clench around him. "that's my girl. just lay there and take it. let me get you ready for my cock."
you moan, your head falling back against the pillow. he’s relentless, his fingers pumping in and out, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. you try to rock your hips, try to chase the sensation, but he stills you with his free hand on your hip.
"no, angel." he says, his voice firm. "don’t move. let me. i want to feel you squeezing my fingers while you just lay there and let me fuck you open."
you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets because he won’t let you touch him. he’s leaning over you, watching your face, watching the pleasure overwhelm you, and his expression is something almost feral. like this—serving you, controlling your pleasure, doing all the labor—is exactly where he wants to be.
"look at you," he breathes, his fingers moving faster, harder. "so pretty. so perfect. you're doing so well, baby. letting me make you cum. can you do that for me? can you cum on my fingers like a good girl?"
"choso!" you sob, the pressure building, your body tensing.
"there she is," he croons, his thumb pressing down. "cum for me, make a mess of the sheets."
you break, your orgasm crashing over you, your walls clamping down on his fingers as you cry out. he rides you through it, his hand moving slower now, drawing out every wave until you’re shaking, boneless, your hair fanned out across the pillow.
before you can catch your breath, he’s moving. he hooks his arms under your knees, spreading you wide, his hands sliding up to grip your hips. he positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your still-pulsing heat.
"now," he says, his voice rough with restraint. "i’m going to fuck you, and i’m going to make you cum again. and again. until you can’t think. until you can’t even remember your name."
"please," you gasp, your hands reaching for him again, wanting to touch, to hold.
he catches your wrists and presses them back into the mattress. "no," he says, his eyes dark. "be good, or i'll stop. understand?"
you nod, dizzy, your body still throbbing.
he pushes in with one long, smooth thrust, filling you completely. the stretch burns so perfectly you cry out, your back arching off the bed, but he holds you down, his grip tight on your hips.
"fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "so warm. so tight. and you’re just— letting me use you— shit—"
he starts to move, a slow, deep rhythm that has you seeing stars. he’s doing all the work—his hips rolling, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, his hands holding you exactly where he wants you. you try to move, try to meet his thrusts, but he growls and pins you harder.
"stay still," he orders, his voice strained. "let me do this for you. you had a hard day. you smiled at people who didn't deserve it. now you just get to lay here and take my cock. that’s all. that’s your only job."
"ch-choso!" you sob, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. it’s too much, the pleasure, the devotion, the way he’s using his body to serve you. "i love you— hic!— i love you so much—"
"i know," he breathes, his thrusts speeding up, becoming harder, more desperate. his skin slaps against yours, the bed creaking, but he never lets you move. he holds you open, holds you down, fucks into you with a single-minded focus that’s entirely about your pleasure. "and i love you more. god, i love you so much more."
his hand slides between you again, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. you’re so sensitive from your first orgasm, every touch is electric, overwhelming. you can’t move, can’t do anything but lay there and take it, exactly like he wants, and the helplessness of it, the sheer luxury of being cared for so completely, sends you over the edge again.
you cum with a scream, your walls clamping down on him so hard he chokes, his rhythm faltering.
"that’s it," he gasps, fucking you through it, chasing his own release now. "atta girl. just— shit— i-im gonna—"
he thrusts deep one last time and stills, his cock pulsing inside you as he comes with a broken groan against your neck. you feel the heat of it, the way he spills into you, marking you, claiming you, all while you lay there trembling, his hands still gripping your hips, his weight pressing you into the mattress.
for a long moment, neither of you moves. he’s breathing hard, his chest heaving, sweat slicking his skin. slowly, carefully, he pulls out and collapses beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. he’s still panting, his heart hammering against your ear.
"okay?" he whispers, his hand stroking your hair again, back to the gentle, domestic touches.
you nod, boneless, drifting. "more than okay," you murmur. "felt so good."
"that’s the point," he reminds you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to do anything."
you smile against his chest, your eyes already closing. "then i guess i’m just going to have to let you do it again tomorrow."
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. trying to tease your boyfriend while he’s calling someone ends up with you nearly passing out (from pleasure).
tags. olderbf!gojo satoru x gf!reader. smut, little bit of plot ig. implied age gap (reader early/mid 20’s, gojo early/mid 30’s). pūssy slapping. edging. overstim. ōral (f receiving). dirty talk. user is called ‘little girl, princess, doll, baby’. not proofread :: wc. 1.6k
you were cuddling with satoru on the couch, escaping the cold winter air, when he suddenly got a phone call. he answers it before pulling you closer, his free hand absentmindedly playing with the hem of your shirt.
you aren’t quite focusing on whatever was being said. your eyes find something way more interesting—his body.
your cheek is squished against his pecs as you lie against his chest, your fingers idly tracing the lines of his muscles through the shirt he’s wearing. satoru doesn’t seem to mind, even flexing his pecs just to hear your soft giggle in the background.
“tsk, i told you i won’t take up any more missions t’night,” the white-haired man rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “. . .don’t caaaare. someone else can deal with that. send ino or somethin’.”
by the tone that your boyfriend is using, you can guess it’s ichiji he’s talking with. poor guy.
your eyes flicker up to satoru’s face and you can’t deny the fact that your heart skipped a beat when you notice that he was already looking down at you. you flutter your lashes out of embarrassment and look the other way. his long fingers find your chin and gently pull your gaze back to his.
“mmhm. but i told ya i’d be busy,” satoru continues his conversation nonchalantly, but his thoughts are elsewhere. on you.
his thumb presses down on your lower lip, tracing the form idly. something between your legs flutters at the sensual but casual way he’s checking you out.
you didn’t even notice that your hand accidentally brushed against the waistband of satoru’s sweatpants until he lets out a quiet hiss. too close; your hand got too close to his crotch.
to his already half-hard cock.
your heart is hammering in your chest as you glance up at satoru again, his cheeks now slightly dusted with a faint pink that he covers up with his free hand, acting like he’s rubbing his face.
you can’t help it. that small reaction did things to you that you can’t explain. you just need more of it.
so, your fingers slowly trail down satoru’s abs and back down to his crotch. this time you let your fingertips trace the outline of the prominent bulge.
“yea, yea, i’m listenin’, just—“ your boyfriend nearly chokes on his spit once he feels you teasing him directly through his pants. his hips buck slightly and he bites his lip to catch the grunt nearly escaping his throat.
“f—yeah, no. i don’t care what they have to say about it,” satoru continues, his voice more strained than before. his fingers curl around your wrist and tightly grip it to prevent you from doing anything else.
you try to act innocent, even as your fingers continue their path up and down the outline of his dick. a sneaky grin tugs at the corners of your lips. you’re enjoying this more than you should.
satoru’s jaw clenches, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he struggles to keep his focus on the call despite your teasing distractions. his blue eyes glint with a warning; do not.
emboldened by his non-verbal response, you lean in closer and your breasts press against his arm. his biceps twitch and his hand tightens on your wrist, almost painfully so.
but then you do something that makes him lose all control. your hand boldly cups the prominent outline of his cock, giving it a squeeze that has his hips bucking up instinctively.
“fuckk—figure it out y’rself,” satoru inhales sharply, his voice cracking slightly as he rushes to end the call.
the moment the call ends, satoru throws the phone across before it lands on the cushion of an armchair. he doesn’t waste a second in hauling you up into his lap fully, making you straddle his lap. he shamelessly makes you sit your ass right on top of his clothed dick.
“y’re unbelievable. can’t let your man take a call in peace, hm?” satoru breathes out, but there’s an underlying tension in his tone that tells you he’s holding back. holding back from not ravaging you right then and there.
“sorrryy, you just looked really good,” you giggle, almost nervously so, before grinding down against his erection even more.
you gain a sharp inhale from your boyfriend and his large hands immediately settle on your ass, squeezing the flesh there in attempt to keep himself grounded.
satoru smirks, that usual signature grin, but this time it’s much more. . . shaky. unstable.
“yeah?” he breathes as he leans in to press a trail of sloppy kisses down your throat. he can’t help but lick a stripe down your collarbone, biting down on your skin with a huff, “well—you signed up for whatever comes after this, princess.”
with that, satoru turns you both around. your world tilts and your back softly hits the cushions of the couch. he looms over you, settling between your spread thighs.
your lover runs a hand through his hair, pushing the white locks back from his eyes. he uses his other hand to cup the back of one of your thighs, pushing the same leg up to rest at his hip. he lets it rest there, slightly hooked around his waist.
with a lick to his glossy lips, satoru leans down to your face. he breathes your smell in, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he kisses your jaw. acting sweet and caring one last time—
“y’know our safe word, right?”
you swallow thickly at those words that left your man’s voice in such a sexy, sultry tone. you can feel your pussy fluttering at the passionate promise behind that sentence.
“y-yes. strawberry,” you answer him with, a small stutter to your voice.
satoru hums in satisfaction. both at the fact that you managed to answer him correctly and that your little act of confidence had dropped. that’s how he likes you—shy and submissive.
“atta girl,” he purrs before his slender fingers trail up your thighs, brushing against the waistbands of your pajama pants. his lips are an inch away from yours, but he doesn’t kiss you just yet, “brace y’rself then.”
satoru’s hand lingers around your inner thighs before slowly cupping your cunt through your cotton pants. “ah—!” you let out a small moan at the contact of his warm palm pressing down, covering the entirety of your pussy.
with every tiny sound you make, satoru grows bolder, but not enough to make him actually start touching you. he keeps his motions slow, maddeningly so.
“does it feel good?” he coos as he grinds his palm ever so slowly against your clit, knowing that was the spot with the way your entire body flinches. “mhmmm,” he adds in a low and long groan, moving his wrist in circles to add that pleasure to your bundle of nerves.
your boyfriend doesn’t make any move to undress you or even take your pants off to properly touch you. no, it’s all apart of his revenge game.
teasing you until you almost find the peak of your pleasure before pulling back in time and repeating the cycle.
you whine, almost frustratingly so. you try to find your orgasm by grinding your sex up against his palm, but your lover notices and lets up. “aht, aht,” he tuts and pulls his hand back.
you let out an almost annoyed yet emotional noise, “‘toru! pleaseee, am sorry, ‘kay?” you hurriedly apologise for your bratty actions during his business call, knowing that is exactly why he is edging you.
satoru just chuckles and his hand gently pats your clothed cunt, grazing it with his knuckles like he was stroking something delicate. “you’re sorry?” he repeats in a low murmur, letting the pad of his fingertip run right over your slit. the material of your pants easily molds to his touch and it slightly slips between your pussy lips, defining your mound.
“fnngh—yes, am sorry for teasing you,” you gasp and your thighs instinctively clamp around his hand, feeling your juices soak through the thin lace of your panties and drench the crotch of your pants. you’re so close; those slow touches are gonna be the death of you.
satoru’s eyes never leave the apex of your thighs. he nudges your limbs apart and takes away his hand. when you whine impatiently again and try to buck your hips up against his, he frowns.
“you might be sorry, but she isn’t,” he scoffs lightly before a sudden slap to your wet pussy makes you jolt in place. the sparks of pleasure shoot through your body, making you see stars behind your eyes. that slap hit your clit head on, causing your sex to pulse.
satoru sighs in mocking disappointment. “see? don’t think she’s sorry enough,” he mumbles before soothing your cunt by rubbing it gently again.
he feels the damp patch growing there and he barely manages to hold back a groan, “shamelessly drippin’ through your pants ‘n all. . . poor girl.”
you can’t help it. the way your boyfriend is talking to you, the way he's looking at you with nothing but lust, the way he's teasing you—you're going insane. your body is screaming at you to find some relief. at this point you’re going to embarrassingly squirt all in your pants.
“not fair,” you whisper between muffled whines. you are bold enough to try and sneak a hand beneath your panties, wanting to get yourself off if your lover wasn’t going to do it for you.
once satoru notices your feeble attempt, he lightly smacks your hand away with a dissapproving click of his tongue. “impatient little girl,” the older man sighs before pinning your wrists above your head. his other hand tugs your pants down your legs, “hips up.”
you eagerly do as told, happy to do so, thinking satoru will finally give you what you have been wanting—needing. although you should have known better. should have known that his pettiness knows no bounds.
satoru’s eyes darken once he sees the lace of your panties. the wet material clings to your pussy, only emphasizing your neediness. with a quick glance up at your adorable expression, he lowers his head right between your legs.
he doesn’t do a thing for now—just lets his breath puff against your pretty panty-clad cunt. it’s enough to get you writhing beneath him, your hands easily finding his hair, fingers twisting the white locks until his scalp aches.
“please, ‘toru, please,” you can only beg in a breathy voice, trying your best to keep it together. your lover only grins up at you, enjoying the humiliation on your face. the absolute desperation to get off.
satoru presses a feather light kiss to the top of your cunt. “please what? i have no idea what y're begging for,” he mocks you with a pout before pressing another kiss to your slit. he sneakingly darts his tongue out to taste your juices through the cloth, groaning at the wetness he finds.
you’re so soaked it’s making his dick ache in his sweatpants.
you huff and puff, almost on the verge of tears. that is exactly what satoru is aiming for; to see you all teary-eyed and begging him for forgiveness just so you can cum.
“please—please fuck me— anything! please i just wanna cum,” you cry out because of how achingly desperate you are. your pussy is screaming for attention and you don't care in what form. it just needs any kind of stimulation.
satoru hums. that is exactly what he wishes to hear. “don’t cry, baby. i promise i’ll give it to you soon,” he murmurs and nuzzles his nose between your covered pussy lips. your back arches off the couch from that simple form of contact, making you shiver and grab onto his hair tightly.
satoru takes a deep sniff and lets it out through a shaky breath, a moan escaping his throat simultaneously. denying your pleasure means denying himself any as well. “fuck,” he hisses.
he needs you just as much as you need him, he realises.
with an impatient tug, satoru tears your panties off, carelessly throwing them to the floor. he spreads your thighs properly to expose your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. the pink insides are glistening with your juices—a sight that would send any man into a frenzy.
“awwhh, look at this pretty pussy—she’s been so wet and ready f’ me,” he purrs lowly and runs a long finger along your puffy slit. he watches the lips part slightly to give him way, an hypnotising sight that nearly has him drooling. “bet you wanna cum so badly, don’tcha? wanna cream all over my fingers?”
“yes, yes, yes—oh, fuck!” you nod eagerly and a high pitched moan leaves your lips before you can stop it. that is the relief you need—that magnetic touch of his that overloads all of your senses. the only thing you can focus on is those fingers stimulating your bare cunt. “fuck me—yes, right there!”
“heh, my baby has such a potty mouth. . . right here, hm?” satoru coos and circles your clit faster with the blunt tip of his finger, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck up off the couch again. judging by the way you’re keening and your moans that only get louder, he can easily guess that you’re almost at your limit.
“ah-ah-ah, none of that now,” he chides and presses his thumb down hard on your sensitive nub. it doesn’t help your case—he just wants to see you struggle on the edge of ectasy before he pulls away. “you don't get to cum until i say so, remember?”
in contradiction to his words, he slips a finger inside your tight cunt, pumping it slowly as he rubs your clit. satoru’s other hand slides up your body, palming your breasts roughly as he pinches and tugs at your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.
“mhm yeaah, i love seein’ you like this,” he groans, scissoring his slender fingers inside you. he’s stretching you out, pushing your boundaries to see if you'll cum or if you’ll hold it obediently as he commanded. “so desperate for my touch. . . for me to fill this hungry little pussy.”
satoru then curls his fingers just right. his digits press against that spot inside you that make your eyes roll back in your head. he rubs your clit harder, the rough friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. “thaaat's it, baby. let me feel ya struggle,” he pants, half lidded eyes watching his fingers disappear into your pussy over and over.
your lover fingers you hard and fast, his thumb grinding against your clit as he pumps two, then three fingers in and out of your spasming hole. your inner walls clench and flutter around the invading digits to try and suck them in deeper.
“wanna cum! wanna cu-cuhmmm, please,” you sob and trash around beneath him. you want to just let go—to listen to your body and let it feel the overflowing pleasure. though you also don’t want to know what kind of punishment awaits if you do.
satoru’s breath hitches as he feels your body start to tense, your legs shaking with the force of your impending orgasm. “don’t you dare cum,” he groans before immediately pulling his fingers out of your dripping cunt. it leaves you gaping, hole clenching around nothing as if it’s missing the way it was filled a moment ago.
he brings his fingers to his mouth and makes a show of sucking your essence off his skin. his pink tongue swirls around the two digits, keeping lewd eye contact with you as he slurps it up loudly. the tease.
“shit, she tastes so good,” the older man sighs, closing his eyes for a second to savor the taste of you. of that pussy of yours that he worships. he opens his eyes again with a smirk on his face, his lips shining with your translucent juices, “too bad you don’t get to cu—”
satoru doesn’t finish his sentence once his gaze locks in with your cunt again. your body is trembling, with afterschocks, and a new wave of cum gushes down your pussy lips. your body is arched in a way that can only hurt—your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in a silent scream.
his eyes narrow, “hm.”
you’re too lost in the pleasure of your sudden orgasm to realise the shift in the air. your toes are curled and your legs are shaking uncontrollably. you’re overwhelmed—you couldn’t have denied yourself any more.
once you finally notice the way satoru’s eyes had darkened, it was too late. “mmh, ‘toru—no, wait!” you squeal as he lowers his head in the speed of light, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he lifts your hips up to his face.
he doesn’t wait a second before eating you out like a man starved. his tongue laps at your dripping cunt, swallowing every drop of your ambrosia. he doesn’t speak another word, but you can guess that he’s been trying to hold himself back for a while and just kind of. . . let go right then and there.
“wait! oh my god—too muchhh,” you mewl and keen, your body trying to get away from his skilled mouth eating you out with gusto. he is shameless about it—loudly slurping and suckling on your clit and cunt, tongue diving between your sloppy lips.
it’s a punishment in a way, for not listening to him. for cumming without permission. the overstimulation made you genuinely feel like your pussy was melting, no, on its way to explosion.
another orgasm.
it was too much. you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest at this point. “so muchh, gonna cum ‘gain, please stop—”
satoru’s eyes flicked up at your plea, taking his mouth off your pussy for a second. seeing you whine when you lose contact with his hot mouth confirms that you actually don’t want him to stop. you need him to continue.
to make you lose whatever is left of your sanity.
“cummin’ without permission then expectin’ me to go easy on you. . . tsk tsk,” his voice is rough and muffled as he dives in again, his mouth suckling around your clit, tongue flicking out to rub the little bundle of nerves.
you’re not the only one who’s losing it. satoru’s cock is leaking so much pre-cum it’s starting to stain his boxers. eating you out and hearing your lewd moans and pleas is getting him off. it’s all he needs to cum right in his pants.
“fuckk, y’re gonna make me cum. this little cunt tastes like heaven,” he breathes heavily as his tongue laps up the beginning of your second orgasm. his hands keep your hips as still as they could, keeping your pussy pressed right up into his face.
you cry out in pleasure once his tongue plunges into your cunt, circling around in there while the tip of his nose bumps onto your clitoris with each drag. “‘toru—nghhh!” your jaw goes slack and your eyes roll back again as your second climax washes over you.
your boyfriend groans low against your folds, the vibrations adding to your overwhelming ecstasy. your nails are digging into his scalp at this point, holding his head right where it is.
satoru can feel your cunt clench and spasm around his invading tongue, gushing hot fluid all over his chin and cheeks. he laps it up greedily without hesitation. he can’t help but moan at the taste of your release as he works you through your second climax.
he hisses sharply as he can feel himself teetering on the edge right after. “shit,” he curses under his breath, his hips instinctively grinding against the couch for friction—for release. “ohhh, fuckfuckfuck—“ a choked up moan vibrates against your spasming cunt once the orgasm washes over satoru as well.
you’re both out of breath, unable to speak another thought as you try to regain your composure. you slowly loosen your grip on your lover’s white locks, letting him pull his head back for air as you slowly go limp.
satoru sits up on his knees, panting. his hair is disheveled, a few strands covering his half-lidded eyes. his chin, mouth and part of his cheeks are coated in your juices and he’s not ashamed of it.
he licks the remnants from his lips, one of his hands still idly rubbing at your cunt, thumb sliding between your puffy folds. his other hand adjusts his dick through his pants, the straining erection now more uncomfortable due to his drenched boxers.
satoru’s eyes meet yours and he finally lets out a low chuckle. “you okay?” he tilts his head with an all knowing glint in his eyes. he knows you’re not really in the right state to answer the question truthfully.
you nod idly, more focused on calming down from your back to back climaxes. especially when your lover is still stroking your pussy—a gesture meant to soothe you, to let you ride the pleasure out—but it only provokes you more.
“am fi—fine,” you hiccup, voice lightly slurred due to the drool that’s gathered in your mouth.
satoru nearly snorts at your pathetic attempt of a reply, “you don’t look the bit, princess.”
his other hand tugs at the strings on his sweatpants, slowly tugging the waistband down to reveal his black boxers. your vision is too blurry with tears, but you can make out that prominent bulge—his hard cock aching to be let out.
“wha—” you get cut off by him holding onto your hips, lifting them up to press your bare cunt right against his clothed dick.
satoru groans at the contact and takes a sharp breath through his teeth. he grins mischievously as he lets you feel the way you’ve got him hard and needing. “did’ya think i was done with you?” he asks mockingly.
he leans his head down to the point your foreheads are almost touching. he presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, the look in his eyes a mix of desire and challenge;
“mm-mm. i’m not lettin’ ya go until you pass out on my dick, doll. you still need to be taught the consequences of y’r actions.”
toji fushiguro sometimes forgets to be gentle with you in bed, and ends up manhandling you.
toji fushiguro oftentimes forgets his strengths when he’s inside of you. too intoxicated in the pleasure of just how warm, and soft your walls tighten around him. how beautiful you looked with your back arched with arms hugging the pillow beneath you as you’re crying into feathered pillow.
every moan, every whimper, every choke was enough to make toji go absolutely feral. “god… damn, luv.” he huffs, voice laced in unrestrained lust as he tightens the grip on waist — his nails digging moon-shaped crescents into your flesh, earning a mantra of pleas as he feeds your pussy the meanest, cruelest thrusts.
the way he slams you against him, attempting to bury himself deeper inside you has you subconsciously running away. you feel him deep inside you, it’s almost too much before he’s dragging you back down his cock.
“c’mon…” he lets out a low groan, feeling the way your pussy chokes up around him. he’d be lying to himself if he said he hated whenever you’d run from the way he fucks you… it unlocks something carnal inside him, nothing shy of animalistic. “y’know better than that don’t you, girl?” his words drowned in a condescending manner, ducking to whisper against the shell of your ear as you whine.
though whining isn’t enough to get by him — no, toji makes you use your words. overstimulated, or not. too shy, or not — he’s making you say it pretty for him. he grinds his hips deeper than before, and you can feel it in your stomach as he presses more while earning a few inaudible noises from you.
plush lips parting, you open your mouth. “yes. i k-know, m—mhmgh!” you bite down your bottom lip as toji begins thrusting into you. the weight of his thrusts is enough to knock you forward, but his grip pins you in place. “yeah?” he murmurs, gliding his tongue across his upper row of teeth.
there’s absolutely no doubt that toji’s completely unaware of just how fragile you are underneath him. you’re barely even able to utter out a single word before there’s a moan ripping through your throat. his body is running solely on endorphins and dopamine, clouding his mind with nothing but a devotion of lust because he a greedy man who just needs more.
one of his calloused hands snakes up your spine to grab the back of your neck, rough and mean as you gasp out a cry.
“s’fine. toji knows exactly what to do with fussy girls like you, darlin’.”he rasps, low enough for your body to shudder.
Your best friend Choso accidentally sends you an nsfw video pt. 2 | Choso x fem reader, part 1 here!!!
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When you woke up today, everything was off.
For starters, morning had passed you by entirely; you'd been sprawled out across your bed in deep REM sleep until a quarter after one, waking abruptly with sleep in your eyes and a knot in your stomach.
Only when the initial morning afternoon haze faded did you remember the events from the previous night, a night spent more on tossing and turning than rest, all thanks to a 60-second video.
Choso's video. His pierced tongue lolling as drool spilled onto his veiny cock, the way he said your name with his hand desperately stroking his length—memories that corrupted your dreams still occupied your waking thoughts, reigniting the feeling in your core that felt so wrong but so inexplicably right.
It was almost an hour before you so much as touched your phone, the screen lighting up to reveal an onslaught of messages and missed calls from "Cho 💜👾."
From what you deduced after stringing together your best friend's frantic texts, Choso was drunk and that video was never supposed to make it out of his camera roll, least of all into your inbox. But that didn't answer the myriad of questions still swirling around in your head. So you poured your mind into a text before deleting it all and settling for "come over" instead.
And he did just that—showing up 10 minutes later despite living 15 minutes away on a good day, tired brown eyes wide as he regarded you like some kind of wild animal, clearly unsure of what to expect and afraid to get too close.
Seeing him standing before you felt disorienting. The distance felt small no matter how far you stood, his voice sounded different—heavier now that you'd heard him say your name so intimately, his gaze more intense and his lips magnetizing in a way you never even considered before. You wanted him.
He entered without asking, because that's what you do when you've known someone for years and they're your best friend in the world, before immediately launching into a frenzied explanation for his drunken mistake.
But you couldn't focus on his words, only his lips. You traitorous eyes zeroed in on the glimpse of his silver piercing each time he spoke, and you shivered, a reaction to the mere thought of how the cool metal would feel against your sensitive cl—
It was your name, spoken with palpable concern, that snapped you out of the momentary trance; only it sounded different than it ever had before on his tongue and sent a wave of complicated arousal coursing through you.
"I didn't mean to send it to you." He whispered, avoiding looking into your eyes like it might very well kill him.
"But you meant to take it. Do you always record?"
"Y-yeah," he confessed, like it cost him something to admit. "I guess I have a collection."
The idea of a library of videos like the one that made it to your messages planted a lewd idea in your head, one you decided to follow through with before you could talk yourself out of it.
"Hm." You hummed thoughtfully, relishing the way Choso swallowed nervously the longer your thoughtful silence stretched. "Okay, get your phone out."
He obeyed without question, nervous hands fumbling his phone before extending it towards you without a hint of hesitation. You took the device gingerly from his hand, using his passcode—your birthday, of course—to unlock it and open up the camera. After pressing record you handed it back to him, angling it down before sinking onto your knees in front of him. "Hold it like this."
"W-what are you—"
"Making a video," you answered steadily, as though freeing your best friend's hard length from his pants on camera was an everyday occurrence. "For your collection."
His cock rested heavy in your hands, so much prettier in person that you couldn't help but lick your lips, and the sight alone made him twitch. Without breaking eye contact your tongue swiped a wet stripe over his tip, a teasingly fleeting touch, and your thighs clenched at the sound he made in response.
"Fuck," he whined, phone visibly shaking in his trembling hands. "P-please."
You blinked up at him, tugging your tank top down just enough so that the top of your tits spilled out, painting him an irresistible picture. "Please what, Cho?" You purred.
"Please," he pleaded, any shame he might've felt for begging his pretty best friend long gone as he gazed down at you through lidded eyes. "Do that again pl—"
His words warped into moans as your mouth worked up and down his shaft, drool slipping down to the base as you traced each thrumming vein with your tongue.
It wasn't long before you hollowed out your cheeks and sealed your spit-slick lips around him, bobbing your head up and down while your gaze flicked between him and the camera he struggled to hold onto.
You pulled away from him with a pop! and his eyes fixated on the trail of saliva that covered the distance between your tongue and his tip before your head bobbed back down, taking him to the base until his tip reached the back of your throat.
"Oh my god," he groaned, brown hair messy as he leaned forward to get a better view, phone and any hopes of recording long forgotten.
You were a gagging, drooling mess before you pulled away to look up at your best friend with doe-like innocence despite the vulgar display you put on for him moments prior.
"Tell me where you wanna cum, Cho."
His eyes were dark with lust, his cock leaking as he answered, his response catching you off guard in the best way. "Inside of you."
It wasn't long before you were in your bed, climbing on top of Choso to straddle him as he sat with his head against your headboard. Large hands eagerly made their way under your shirt, groping and grabbing at your tits, teasing your sensitive nipples and tracing up and down your waist before his lips captured yours.
You leaned into the kiss, grinding slowly against his painfully hard cock and whimpering at the feeling of the thin lace of your underwear dragging against your clit while his tip prodded at your entrance.
"I need to be inside of you," he breathed, forehead resting against yours. "You have no idea."
Only you did have an idea, because as he lifted your hips and lined himself up with your entrance, you felt it too, and just as much.
The second you sank down on him, walls stretching but still impossibly tight around his length, he knew he was a goner. A broken sound left his mouth, more a whimper than anything, one that he didn't think himself capable of making.
Not that you were faring any better; once you sank down, taking him to the base, your head fell back and a ragged moan left your lips, already breathless just from the sheer size of him.
Gaining stability, you rested your hands on his muscular chest, feeling his heart thump erratically against your palm. Your hips rolled in small circles, riding him at a teasingly slow pace and Choso whined in response to your cadence, so desperate for more friction that his hips began to piston in and out of your wet cunt.
The new, unexpectedly dominate stimulation had you grinding on him harder and faster, hips circling and rocking back and forth while your nails pressed red marks into the pale skin of his chest and abs.
"Choso mmm-fuck!" You mewled, head falling back and losing all control as the pleasure took over. You thought it couldn't get better; the angle, the intense stretch of his huge cock filling you up.
Until Choso sat up and pushed your back flush against the mattress, lifting you by the hips to drive each stroke impossibly deeper until his bulging tip was visible in your stomach with each thrust.
Something about the sight of you, lips caught between your teeth as you bit down hard, eyes crossing and rolling, made him snap; his fingers began to indent the soft flesh of your ass and your thighs hard enough to bruise, while he fucked you with more fervor, whispering profanities and praises all the while.
"You—fuck have no idea," he started through gritted teeth. "How long I've wanted to fuck you like this."
His voice came out strained, as if the action of forming words was almost too much when paired with the mind blowing pleasure of fucking you.
His words sent a fresh pulse of arousal coursing through you, and your walls clenched around him in time for a line of saliva to roll off of his pierced tongue and onto your clit.
Choso wasted no time before his thumb was circling, spreading a mixture of slick and saliva around your sensitive spot and making you see stars.
"Mm-gonna cum Cho I'm so close," you whined, voice shaky.
"Yeah, yeah m-me too baby." Choso's hands tightened on your legs, and the contrast between the pain of his grip and the sweet praises spilling from his lips was ultimately your undoing. His name left your lips while you came around his cock, feeling him twitch inside of you not long after as his orgasm followed suit.
Both your eyes and his fixated on the spot where his length disappeared inside of you, at the white sticky seed dripping out onto the bed below you.
"I'm on the pill," you said without thinking, noticing where his eyes had landed.
"I know," he answered casually, and you wondered what else he paid attention to that you never considered before.
"If I'm honest," he began after a stretch of silence, eyes finding yours shyly. "I don't really think I actually recorded any of that."
You giggled, remembering the phone and the recording and the reason you were in this position with your best friend in the first place.
"That's okay, I guess we'll just have to do it again."
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a/n: idk why this took me so long but here's pt 2 angels hope you love
Your best friend Choso accidentally sends you an nsfw video | 18 + minors do not engage | part 2 here!!
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A soft "ding!" reverberated through your quiet bedroom just past midnight, announcing a late night message from your best friend Choso; not unusual since the two of you texted each other like you'd die without constant contact. You stirred in bed, unlocking your phone to a new video in the age-long chat you and Cho used so frequently to send memes and talk shit.
But everything changed when you opened it. Labored breathing echoed from your phone's speakers as Choso appeared to prop his phone up on his desk. You couldn't see much of his face but you'd recognize the manga collection and intricate purple LED lights illuminating the background anywhere.
He leaned back in his gaming chair, the one you'd spent countless hours in kicking his ass at Mario Kart, and his caloused hand dipped into the waistband of his sweats–wait, what???
You paused the video, double checked the recipient name. It still read "Cho 👾💜", confirmation that you somehow weren't hallucinating.
Your finger hovered cautiously above your screen a moment, contemplating whether or not to keep watching, countless thoughts swirling around your head before you ultimately decided to hit play.
As soon as the video resumed, Choso's length sprung free from the confinement of his sweats and your jaw went slack. He's huge, information that never came up in your decade of friendship. And why would it? You only saw each other as friends, right?
That's what you thought to yourself as the video continued and his thumb smeared the precum that pulsed from his swollen pink tip. But then you heard your name on his lips, spoken like a dying man's wish while his chest heaved and his body shuddered.
You damn near dropped your phone , catching it mid air before repositioning it inches from your face like you needed to hear every breath and see every detail—every inch, every vein—to believe it was real.
The video still played, your best friend's ragged breaths and desperate moans spilling from your speakers as his hand stroked his veiny length. Choso appeared to lean down, his silver piercing sparkling as a glob of saliva slid off his adorned tongue and onto his tip, cascading down and pooling obscenely at his fist.
You should stop the video. Obviously he sent it on accident, right? But you were stunned. You couldn't look away if you wanted to, and honestly, you weren't sure that you did.
Especially not as his movements became sloppy, erratic, his moans turned to outright whimpers. "Please, oh fuck, oh my god," he was begging to cum, his tattooed arm flexing as his hips spasmed, desperately lifting with each wet stroke to fuck his own fist harder and faster.
With wide eyes and a confusing flutter in your stomach, you witnessed a side of him you never realized you wanted to see. You were mesmerized and hopelessly turned on, unable to tear your eyes from the screen.
You watched eagerly as one large hand grabbed onto the arm of his gaming chair, the other stroking sloppily, desperately, as your best friend chased his high with your name tumbling off his lips like it was an every day occurrence. Was it?
You found your breaths quickening in time with his as Choso's head leaned back, Adam's apple bobbing with each desperate gulp before white, sticky ropes of cum painted his chiseled abs. The video ended when Cho leaned forward enough to stop recording, but your eyes stayed locked on the frozen still of his slick painted body glinting in the purple-tinted light.
It was that salacious image that burned behind your eyelids when you tried (and failed) to fall asleep, thighs clenched and heart beating erratically while the sound of him moaning your name replayed in your mind like a forbidden lullaby.
You knew it was only a matter of time before he realized that he actually sent you that video, and the anticipation kept you up for hours. It wasn't until the sun began to peek over the horizon when sleep finally came for you.
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a/n: I think there will be a part two for this one!!
Letting Choso use blood manipulation to keep his cock up
You promised your sweet Choso you would be able to handle it if he went a little bit harder on you during sex.
He was just so reluctant, deciding he would rather die than hurt you during something that should be intimate and personal. Plus, Choso liked it best when you went hard on him.
Then, you brought up him using his cursed technique to keep his cock up longer during sex. If he wasn’t sold on going harder on you, at the very least he could fuck you for even longer than usual.
Initially, Choso said no. He was worried that something might go wrong and hurt you.
The thought of it, however, stayed on his mind over the course of the next week. Having you bouncing on his dick for hours on end, pretty pussy squeezing him into his tenth orgasm? That sounded like heaven.
He just couldn’t sit around any longer without making this fantasy come true.
So as soon as you got home from work, he pounced.
Now, Choso has had his cock in you for you don't even know how long. Every position, every angle--and he hadn't gone soft once.
"F-Fuck, 'Cho!" You cried out, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick. Choso was a whiny mess under you, a few tears slowly rolling down his face. Using his technique hadn't made him unable to feel pleasure after a while; in fact, it only made the sensations more prominent.
His large hands gripped your waist, guiding you up and down, back and forth. The slowed to roll of your hips, then sped you up, making sure you would be able to feel every vein against your gummy walls.
A loud, high-pitched moan came from your mouth when Choso slammed you down onto his cock, tip kissing your cervix with every rough bounce.
Cunt gripping him tight, the feeling turned into one that was mixed with an undertone of soreness. After being fucked all evening, it was surprising your pussy hadn't fallen apart.
The all-too-familiar feeling rose in your lower belly again, the same one you'd experienced at least five different times earlier.
"Baby, I'm gonna... shit!" Choso grunted, cumming in you again without warning. Strings of cum pulled from his skin to your every time you rose, a sticky mess piling under you.
He couldn't just leave you without another climax. Choso thrusted his hips upwards, heavy-lidded eyes watching your tits bounce and face contort.
Your orgasm ripped through your sore cunt, milking Choso's spent cock. Coming to a slow, Choso lifted your hips, helping you off his dick.
You hissed, hole feeling stretched and empty without Choso inside of you. Completely drained, you collapsed onto the bed next to him, watching his cock go soft as he released his technique.
"We should do this more often." Choso mumbled.
Turning your head to look at him, you raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're so cautious, I assumed this would be a one-time thing."
"I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would." He blushed, looking away from you with a soft grin.
gentle!gojo takes his time with you. he worships you from head to toe, trailing kisses down your body. he traces your scars and asks you how you got them. he whispers softly to you: "you're beautiful" and "my pretty girl" until you turn away in embarrassment.
gentle!gojo loosens you up before slipping it in, using his fingers and his tongue to stretch you out. he's sure to make you come at least twice before he's satisfied. your pleasure was his pleasure.
gentle!gojo lovesss missionary because he can watch your face twist in pleasure as you take him. he showers you with praises to keep you going and checks in to make sure you're doing okay. he buries his face in your neck and breathes you in. you smell like sex and your sweet vanilla perfume, his absolute favorite.
gentle!gojo also gets pussy drunk. he presses kisses into your thigh and talks to your pussy. "so pretty, so soaked, just for me? what did i do to deserve all this," he slurs before nuzzling his head deeper in between your thighs.
gentle!gojo understands the importance of aftercare. he runs you a warm bath, lights your favorite candles, and holds you close to his chest. pressing his lips closely to your ear, he tells you how good you did for him and how proud of you he is. he thanks you for trusting him enough to have you like that.
on the other hand..
rough!gojo will fuck the attitude out of you if he has to. he pins your hands up and makes you take everything he gives you. "you done?" he asks, fingers tilting your chin back up when you tried to look away. if you dare to not reply, he snaps his hips against yours and taunts you. "what happened baby? you had a lot to say earlier."
rough!gojo uses you as an outlet to take all his anger out. he pounds into you at a relentless pace, gripping you so hard that you were sure to leave marks in the morning.
rough!gojo is the jealous type. he goes real quiet when he’s jealous, keeping a firm hand at your lower back possessively if a guy even looked in your direction the wrong way. the second you got home, he reminds you exactly who you belonged to.
rough!gojo degrades you in bed. he swears calling you a filthy slut or a dirty whore got you even wetter. he chuckles when you clench around him each time he whispered those words in your ear, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, hitting that sweet spot deep inside.
rough!gojo loves to edge you. he brings you so close to the edge you could practically taste it, before pulling out randomly. "'toru," you whine. "please," you hiccup, tears forming in your eyes as you realize just how close you were. "i need to co—"
slamming back into you, he smirks as you yelp in response. "i tell you when you get to come. lemme hear baby, let go for me. for real this time."
rough!gojo has the stamina of a horse. he can go multiple rounds with little to no breaks. all he needs is to feel is your cunt fluttering around him and he flips you over onto your stomach, prepared to go again and again and again.
2 sides of the same coin! been a minute since i've posted smut 🤔
art credits: @ satsu1640
sukuna is unexpectedly affectionate in private (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
it’s quiet except for the low tapping of rain against the window and the occasional rustle of blankets every time sukuna shifts against you.
which is quite often.
for someone who acts like affection is beneath him, he’s currently half sprawled across your chest like an oversized cat, one arm heavy around your waist.
you look down at him for a second, making sure his eyes are still closed, before reaching for your phone as carefully as possible.
“mhmm, keep scratching riiight there,” he mutters lazily.
you bite back a grin. “hmm, you like that?”
his grip tightens, pulling you closer until your legs tangle together beneath the blankets. one of his hands lazily traces shapes against your hip.
he’s completely relaxed— nobody would ever believe this version of him exists.
which is exactly why you start recording.
the phone captures the way his face softens, the way he leans into your touch, and the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at his mouth when you scratch lightly at the right spot.
“you’re sooo spoiled,” you whisper.
“tch, by who?”
“me, duh.”
he hums thoughtfully. “suppose you’re useful for something.”
“wow. you’re sooo romantic.”
“you know how i feel about you, woman,” he mutters. “don’t make me say it.”
you just grin down at your phone screen.
especially when he shifts upward just enough to press his face against your chest dramatically after you stop petting his hair for two seconds.
“jeez,” you whisper. “clingy much?”
“careful.”
“hm? or what?”
“i’ll remind you who’s in charge.”
despite the threat, his voice is rough with sleep, quieter than usual. affectionate in that awful sukuna way where every sweet thing sounds vaguely dangerous.
you’re still smiling at the screen when his gaze suddenly flickers upward, and straight to your phone.
you watch the realization hit him in real time.
“…are you filming me?” his expression twists into horror first, before hardening into his usual glare as he jerks upright.
“delete it.”
“no.”
“delete it now.”
“you were being cute.”
his eyes widen a fraction. “give me the phone.”
you scramble backward across the bed before he can grab you, laughing when he lunges and misses by inches.
“nuh-uh!”
“you insignificant—”
“maybe.. i’ll show uraume.”
dead silence, and the look on his face is murderous.
“you wouldn’t dare.”
your grin turns evil. “oh, i would.”
he’s off the bed instantly, and so are you.
you shriek laughing as you sprint out of the bedroom, nearly tripping over your own feet while sukuna storms after you.
“get back here, now!”
“uraume deserves to know you’re secretly pathetic—”
“i’ll burn that device if i have to.”
“you were totally acting all soft!”
“THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED.”
you’re wheezing by the time you dart down the hallway, clutching your phone to your chest while he gains on you with terrifying speed, then suddenly strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you yelp as he lifts you clean off the ground.
“caught you.”
“i’m sorry— no, no, no!”
he pries your phone from your hands with annoyance while you laugh uncontrollably.
he glares down at the screen, pulls up the video, and watches exactly three seconds of himself melting into your touch.
“…this shall never be seen by anyone else.”
you grin. “but you looked adorable!”
“say another word and i’m never cuddling you again.”
✮ stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest
stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.
stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.
stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.
stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.
stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.
stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.
→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too
i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←
→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger
stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.
his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."
stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."
stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."
his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.
stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."
stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."
stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.
stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.
stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"
stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."
stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."
stepdada!kuna ? amazing art from @ dickerystuf on ig / x
accidentally stumbling across your innocent boyfriend's search history?
18+, sub!choso, dacryphilia, established relationship
with a mug of tea in each of his hands, your sweet boyfriend, choso, walked back into the living room where you’d been studying together, only to be met by his search history illuminating across the screen. you’d seen it all.
“how to convince girlfriend to overstimulate you”
“how to ask your girlfriend to hold you down”
“is it normal to want my girlfriend to dominate me?”
“am i a masochist quiz”
he saw you looking — mugs crashing down onto the coffee table with a sharp clatter. and his face, usually so composed, went horrifyingly pale, only to then flush with a violent wave of embarrassment.
“choso,” you spoke softly.
and that gentleness only shattered him further, a muffled sob slipping past his lips before he could swallow it back. he turned aside immediately, shoulders curling inward, clearly mortified, though you still noticed the first tears gathering along his lashes.
“don’t—” he choked out, voice thick.
“please don’t— hngh, stare at me like that… ‘m so embarrassed, i’m so— hick — pathetic.”
you approached him slowly, kneeling beside him as he slid down the wall. you carefully pried his hands away from his face, only to find his eyes red and glassy, completely vulnerable beneath your gaze.
“‘s okay, baby… don’t be embarrassed, you’re not pathetic,” you whispered.
“you’re just… you, that's alright."
he was falling apart in your arms now, forehead pressed into your shoulder.
“i need you…” he sobbed, words damp and muffled into your shirt.
“i-i… shit… need you so much, it scares me— please, baby, please.”
“shhh, it’s alright, choso, you can show me.”
you murmured, fingers threading carefully through his hair. “you wanna show me now?”
you guided him to the bedroom, and he followed without resistance, trembling and pliant beneath your touch. he positioned himself at the edge of the bed, letting himself be slowly undressed by you, every so often leaning into the soft brush of your thumbs wiping away his tears.
once he’d stripped entirely, you eased him back against the mattress. he was already painfully hard, thick cock resting heated against his stomach, flushed tip glistening prettily with pre. a shaky, broken sound escaped him the second he noticed your eyes lingering over him.
you slipped your own clothes off slowly, watching his tear-blurred gaze follow every movement. and when you climbed over him, he released a trembling breath. you wrapped your hand around his pulsing cock, guiding it towards your entrance. you were already soaked, cunt slick and eager, walls fluttering around nothing as they anticipated the stretch of him.
the first touch of his tip pressing into your yielding heat tore a cry from his throat. you lowered yourself slowly, inch by inch, taking him completely until your breath hitched around the fullness. his eyes rolled back instantly, another wave of tears dampening his lashes as your gummy warmth swallowed him whole, clinging desperately to every inch of his shaft.
“ngh— oh fuck— baby!” he sobbed, hands jerking towards your hips, though the attempt to steady you was useless with how violently they trembled.
“ha! feel so good… mmph! feel too good…”
you began rocking against him slowly, rolling your hips in deep measured strokes. every time you lifted yourself, his slick cock caught the dim light beautifully, and every time you sank back down, your cunt tightened around him in a slow crushing pulse that made him whimper.
it was overwhelming for him already — head thrown back against the pillow, tears slipping into his hairline while broken sounds kept spilling from his lips.
“please…” he whimpered weakly, the word quickly dissolving into a mantra.
“please, hngh! please, please…”
“use your words, baby. please what?” you murmured softly.
leaning forward, you braced yourself beside his head, the plush weight of your chest pressing into him. the new angle forced him deeper inside you, and the sudden sensation ripped another gasp from his lungs.
“ah! ngh— i don’t know… ‘m sorry…” he cried, body arching helplessly towards you, hips twitching upward in desperate little thrusts.
“f-fuck… just so pretty— mm! so tight— can’t, hah, focus…”
you felt it too — the way your body drew him in greedily, the rhythmic flutter of your walls around his cock almost refusing to let him go. you kept your pace steady and relentless, every downward grind completely enveloping him and drawing another ruined sound from his throat.
“‘m not gonna— i can’t— fuck!” he gasped, fingers digging weakly into your thighs.
“‘m gonna cum, baby— please.”
“aww— sweetheart, not right now, m’kay?”
you whispered, slowing to a torturous grind that made his hips buck beneath you.
your cunt squeezed him relentlessly — slow intimate pulses that bordered on cruel with how sensitive he’d become. the swollen head of his cock brushed that deepest spot inside you every single time you moved, and you could see the ache of it written all over his expression
“hurts— ah! hurts s’much…” he pleaded, hips stuttering uselessly.
“feels s’good it hurts— shit! let me cum— please. i need to cum inside you, i’ll be really good, i swear, just ah— please—”
the desperation in his voice, his complete submission to you, sent heat rushing straight through your body. you started moving faster again, chasing your own pleasure now, breaths growing shallow as tension tightened low in your stomach.
the room filled with filthy sounds — wet dragging thrusts, the soft slap of skin, his choked moans and constant pleading. every movement pushed him deeper into your heat until he looked completely ruined beneath you.
“‘jus be a good boy, take it f’me, baby…” you whined, watching him unravel completely.
“my beautiful boy, need to cum s’bad, huh?”
that finally broke him.
his pleads dissolved into high, breathless whimpers, body tightening like a drawn bowstring as he desperately thrust up into you. you felt his cock throb harder inside your clenching walls, the first frantic pulses making him choke on a sob as orgasm crashed over him.
his climax poured into you alongside a wrecked moan, dragged from him by the relentless grip of your cunt milking every pulse from his overstimulated cock. his entire body shook violently, back arching off the mattress while helpless whines spilled from him nonstop.
“shit— choso— mm!”
“please cum on my cock, baby— please, need it so bad.”
you followed soon after, climax crashing through you in hot waves as your walls spasmed tightly around him, dragging out every last shudder from his body.
afterwards, he collapsed bonelessly beneath you, still trembling, still sniffling softly. you eased yourself off him carefully, both of you panting hard. immediately, he curled into you again, damp face burying itself into the crook of your neck while his breathing struggled to steady.
“never—” he whispered hoarsely.
“i’ve never felt that— never let anyone see me like that—”
“shh, s’alright, my sweet boy.”
you soothed, fingers combing through his hair while the sticky warmth of his release still dripped slowly between your thighs.
“so perfect, cho. all mine.”
“hngh— don’t say that…”
but he was all yours, completely.
a/n: first choso fic ;P i suck at writing smut >_o
You’ve had a huuuge problem from the moment you woke up, it was choso your clingy boyfriend. His strong build rests atop of you as he snores into your neck. His warm breath behind your ear, about twenty minutes ago he mumbled a bunch of nonsense as you tried to get up from bed.
The only thing you caught was ‘stay here with me, five more minutes’ and though choso is a man of his word, it’s past twenty minutes.
“Cho,” you say attempting to lift his sleeping body from on top of you, “choooo” you drag out. “hmm, baby I want to stay here.” he murmurs. “on top of you.” he presses lots of kisses to your neck. “can you move your girls day to another date?”
You huff, “I canceled on them ONCE and now you want it to become a frequent thing—no, choo I’ve gotta get ready” he lifts his head from your neck, sleepy eyes locked onto your pleading ones. “you’re so perfect..” he murmurs.
“Can I atleast help you get ready? please?”
“I have to shower first.”
“Can I shower with you, baby?” he leans down and kisses your lips. You snort, “fine..but only shower that’s it.”
“What kind of a guy do you take me for hm?”
“A perv.”
You two make it into the shower, and fuck, Choso was just not listening today. He held you by the waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he relentlessly pounds into your soaked pussy. “f-fuck baby you feel so good.” You whine, your hot breath on his neck. “Ch-choso you’re such an asshole.”
“I told you we should only sho-“ and before you could finish your train of thought his pace picks up, leaving no mercy for you. “y/n, can I see your face?” The hot water trickles down your back as you sit up making immense eye contact with him. “what?” he smiles.
“There’s my pretty girl, we’re almost done I’ll wash you up after.”
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You tried on many different outfits but you just couldn’t find anything. “Choooo” you drag out, he immediately comes running you can hear him trip on his way. “Yes?” You snort, “I can’t find anything to wear.” You pout.
“And that’s what I’m here for.” He takes a seat on the chair by your vanity. “Cmon baby give me a fashion show.” He grabs some chips that were disregarded on a night stand. “My game could wait.”
The first few outfits already had him foaming at the mouth, “Fuck, baby I don’t want you to leave.” His fists are clenched, trying to restrain himself. You smile to yourself, “no can do.”
The moment you walked out in the fourth outfit, he moved immediately. Standing over you and gripping you by the waist. “Can I suck your pussy? I want to—“ he goes on his knees, unbuttoning the low rise shorts as you yelp. “Cho we just showered.” He shakes his head. “I don’t care, I want to taste you, your sweetness baby.”
You let out a sigh, as he pulls your panties aside. “Wanna sit on my face?” You knew you weren’t gonna be able to leave the house at all today. “fuck you cho,” you murmur as you lower your body onto his tongue.
jeez choso let your girl go out !! anyways what do you guys wanna see? Leave requests!! Luv you - Dea
