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Hiii can you write some dirty af toji neighbours kind of thing? They don't really stand each other, then something happens idk she loses her keys or something, ends up at his place. Doesn't have to be long, he just needs to fuck her brains out
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"you make me a maniac"
toji x afab reader
-> CW: you dont really hate him, deep inside your just horny for him, pwp, smut warning [dubcon kinda, mean toji, a lot of taunting, degradation, fingering, spitting, throat fucking, unprotected sex - don't do what they did, overstimulation, choking]
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A/N: I think this is a bit unhinged, writing wise, I hope its okay though.
Your breath hitched as your back slammed against the wall.
"You need my help," he said harshly a breath away from your lips, "you can stop acting like a bitch."
"Get off of me." You answered shoving at his naked chest, he was fresh out of the shower only in sweats.
"No, I don't think I will." His hand moved from the wall beside your head to your face, fingers trailing into your hair as his thumb rested at the corner of your mouth.
"Toji." You breathed. Your voice was quiet as his thumb softly caressed your skin, causing tingles to spread across your lips.
"I'm starting to think it's all an act. The angry glares, the insults, the judgement. I think you're a classic cliche. You fucking want me and you can't handle that so you're a bitch. If you really hated me, why would I be the first person you came to when you lost your keys? You don't have a friend? Family?" He paused, his eyes moving between yours. "I know you do sweetheart."
You didn't say anything. The truth was you did hate him, but the way your body reacted to him when he was around was visceral, your skin would prickle, and your heart rate would pick up, a slow heat would creep on you. Your mind would be plagued by fantasies of him doing decrepit things to you, on the couch, the counter, the floor, the bed, the shower, and the wall.
His words didn't sting, they heated your core. A moan was bubbling up your throat as he cocked his hips into yours.
"I'm dead on aren't I?" He taunted. His tongue darted out and licked the corner of your mouth when you again stayed silent, your answer evident when you moved back against him, your hips chasing him, and the moan leaving through your lips in a breathy sigh.
Toji's eyes flared, his mouth taking over yours in an insant, both his hands burying themselves into your hair as he pulled your face to his. The kiss was wet, his tongue pushing into your mouth without hesitation, he was brutal, rough, fingers pulling at your hair tilting your head up as he kissed you as hard as he could. The pressure of his mouth on yours was insane. He stepped back from the wall bending into you so your torso curved into his.
"Fuck," he grunted pulling away to take a breath. You looked up at him dazed, still at a loss for words, he swore again before straightening out and pulling you to his living room. He pushed you onto the couch and quickly bent over your figure. You were sprawled out on your back, his hands pushed at your top pushing it up and taking the cups of your bra with it. He pushed the fabric over your head, leaving you like that so you couldn't see.
His fingers pinched at your nipples pulling roughly causing you to moan from the pain, and your body squirmed. He stuck a thick thigh between yours, letting your grind into him as he groped your tits.
"God," He groaned before taking one into his mouth. He sucked and bit while torturing the other one with his finger.
You moaned loudly, your hands in his hair, his name leaving your lips between whines.
"Please," You begged, when his fingers trailed down your torso, his breath on your wet nipple causing goose bumps to erupt all over.
"You're a whore for me aren't you? You wanted this all along, didn't you?" He asked. His words teasing. He pushed your top up more so that your lips were exposed but your eyes covered. Then he yanked at your bra until it harshly ripped off.
"You want me to touch you?" He asked.
"Yes," You whined, your hips still jerking against his thigh.
"Say you're a slut for me," he commanded.
You moaned his fingers circling your lower stomach.
"Fuck, I'm a slut for you." You whined, he laughed, his mouth close to yours his breath fanning over you.
"Such a greedy bitch," he mumbled, "is your cunt gonna be just as greedy? Are you gonna open for my fingers easily, take two from the start?"
You whined at his words your hips bucking up, your body begging for his hands to dip into your sweats already.
You whined his name again, a plea.
His fingers finally dipped into your waistband, his mouth back on yours as his fingers found your clit, he pushed on it. Causing you to buck into his hand and thigh, which was still between your legs.
He dipped his finger lowers rubbing between your folds gathering your slick and bringing it back to your clit to rub rough circles.
"Fuck you're wet." He groaned and repeated his actions, once twice, and then suddenly he was ignoring your clit, his fingers rubbing in between your folds, not pushing in or playing with your sensitive numb.
You mewled your hands leaving his hair and clawing at his couch.
"Fuck, Toji -" He interrupted your words by pushing two fingers into you, his fingers were thicker than yours and your lack of sex with another person in the last year made it so it was slightly painful. But he didn't stop at your harsh intake of breath, he pumped roughing, getting your essence on your underwear and all over his fingers. His other hand pulled at your hair again, angling your head so he could bite at the soft skin on your throat.
"Greedy," he muttered before pushing another finger into you, your back arched up into him, your chest pressing into his. His teeth nipped at your lips the bites were harsh, your lips felt swollen and hurt from his treatment.
"Cum." He demanded. You work your hips with his fingers, rocking with his hand. His tongue dipped into your mouth before dragging along your lips, your mouth staying open as his hand went faster.
He spit in your mouth, before kissing you again.
Your eyes squeezed, your mind going hazy from the intense heat creeping all over your body. The knot in your stomach tightened until it exploded, the sounds that were coming from you were loud and whiney. Your body bucking against Toji's all your thoughts scattered, you couldn't think of anything. You forgot where you were, only aware that Toji was working your clit with his thumb and his thick fingers were still fucking you mindless. Your moans turned to desperate whines as your body crumbled to the overstimulation.
He ripped your shirt off your head, swiping it off your arms and throwing it onto the floor.
"One more sweetheart." He said, his head lowering back down to your breasts, taking the sensitive skin into his mouth and sucking.
You turned your head to the side, your fingers moving to his shoulders, digging into his naked skin.
You mumbled something incoherent as the knot tightened again. Toji chuckled into your skin, you became wanton under him.
"Already fucked dumb are we?" He asked, his tongue licking up the valley of your tits, up your neck and chin until his mouth was level with yours again. "So greedy, so slutty, and so desperate. That's you in a nutshell isn't it?"
You breathed roughly, his fingers still wrecking your cunt, curling into your g-spot.
"For you." You muttered.
"For me." He mumbled back, your walls contracting around his fingers as you suddenly came again. Slowly his fingers, milking your orgasm with deep thrusts. "So noisy." He pulled his fingers from you, before sitting up.
Panting you harshly swallowed, your eyes slowly opening, your mouth still hanging open as you looked up at him. Taking in the way your fingers had messed up his hair, the marks your nails had left on his shoulder.
You shakily pushed up onto your arms as he got rid of his sweats and boxers, his cock swaying, heavy and thick the head dark red dotted with precum.
Your eyes drank him up, from the ridges of his abs to the thick veins on his cock. You swallow the spit gathering in your mouth at the sight, worried you'd genuinely drool at the sight of him.
You scooted back, also taking off your sweats and panties and discarding them in the same direction as his before pushing onto your knees and reaching for him. He let you, your arms looped around his neck as you pushed your mouth to his and lightly kissed him. His hands came to rest on your waist, you trailed your kisses down his jaw and neck before sucking on the hot skin of his collarbone, biting and licking you went lower and lower, trailing your tongue between his abs, tasting his salty skin.
"Fuck," he cursed gathering your hair in his fist as you gingerly took his cock into your hand and licked the tip. Your tongue dragging around the slit, you kitten licked his cock head before tilting your head and dragging your tongue down the side. He grumbled at your ministration his hands yanking at your hair forcing your head back, he took his cock in his hand and pressed the head to your mouth. You opened for him, your hands planting themselves on the couch. Now on all fours, he pushed his cock into your mouth, he didn't wait for you to suck his cock he simply started thrusting into your mouth, his thrusts harsher and harsher, as you gagged, the tip hitting the back of your throat your eyes water, drool gathering at your lips and dripping down. Your mouth stretched and stunging along his girth, one hand coming up to his thighs to get him to slow down. It didn't work. His head was tilted back, completely lost on fucking his cock down your throat. You whined, your eyes watering immensely, your mind drifting from not being able to breathe properly.
Finally, he pulled out of you, his chest heaving with deep breaths as he looked down at your wrecked face.
"Get on your back."
Barely breathing, your body shaking ever so slightly you laid back down on the couch. Toji lowered himself over you, his cock dragging between your folds, and his finger drifting over your clit.
"C-condom," You breathed. Toji grunted and simply pushed into you.
You gasped, his body crowding over yours, his hand coming to rest on your throat, his head buried into the side of yours.
"I'll buy you the morning-after pill." His hand applied a little pressure as he said that.
Your cunt was spasming around his cock, the stretch of his cock burned, his thrusts were already too deep, you were barely able to breathe again, part from the ache in your lower belly, and part from his hand at your throat.
"Such a dumb slut for my cock right now. Can you even think? I'm shocked you even thought of a condom." He taunted, his lips brushing your ear.
He took your ear lobe into his mouth as he fucked you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit, your legs spread wide open, spasming because of him.
Your hands gripped his back, fingers digging in again and you took everything he gave you. With each thrust he grew wilder, his hips bucking roughly into you, his hand tighter on your throat. You were going crazy under him, his weight adding to your insanity.
"Fuck Toji," Your words scrambled after that, nonsense leaving your lips cut only by desperate moans.
"I'm going to cum." Toji grunted, his thrusts not stopping as he pushed his upper body away from yours so that he was hovering over you, his head tiling down to look at where his cock was plunging in and out of you. You watched too. Body overheated, and shattering with each thrust. Your third orgasm erupted out of nowhere, your mouth dropping open in a soundless scream as you convulsed on his cock.
He followed, shooting his load into you, his rhythm lost and pumping his cum into you, his head drooped low as his hips twitched into you. His cock head rubbing your g-spot still as he slowed. You continued to twitch under him, your body trying to curl away from him, but his hold on you, at your waist kept you in place.
"Fuck," he said when he pulled out. You could feel his cum drip out of you. Your eyes glued to his face, his eyes glued to your fluttering hole.
"Keep it in baby." He said, and with his fingers pushed it all back in.
"You better buy me that morning-after pill." You mumbled through your fucked out state.
"And if I don't? You'll have my baby?" His eyebrow cocked up with his question.
"Fuck you Toji," you said, wanting to get up and leave but your body to spent to move yet.
"I'll buy it." He said, his hand trailing up your stomach as he lowered himself down to you again. "After I fuck you again."
Sukuna's friends made a bet to go hit on the reader and not soon after his arrogant ass starts to feel bad and of course reader would find out about the bed and angst this angst that
How would he solve the situation?
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Right babe, I love this shit, cliche's exist for a reason!
"i miss you, i'm sorry"
-> Sukuna x afab reader - Motocross AU, same world as "i knew the day i met you you'd be the one" (choso one shot).
-> CW: Sukuna is not a soft man, he never will be - BUT he's desperate for you. Yuji and Sukuna hate each other. Smut Warning [grinding, nipple sucking, hair pulling, rough sex not a lot of foreplay - quickie really]
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A/N: okay I started writing this and spiralled. I thought I would have finished this the day you sent in the request, but seeing as I got carried away it took long lol. Thank you for the request I had a lot of fun writing this! That being said idk if its the best written, but regardless I still hope you like it!
Guilt was a passing emotion it always would be. Every emotion was passing. Especially for Sukuna, a month ago he'd felt terrible, then miserable, now he was at the end of his rope - desperate. this is the longest he felt something for someone. The strongest he's ever felt for someone.
Your face flashed in his head, crumbling as your eyes filled with tears.
"He's lying right?" You'd asked pointing at Yuuji. The motherfucker was standing to the left leaning against the door jam, his hands tucked into his pockets, an amused look passed over his features before he schooled them back into a sneer. Sukuna's hand itched to break the kid's nose again.
"No."
That was it. There wasn't anything else to explain, there still wasn't. But there was something to say, something he had to tell you.
The bet was fleeting. Everything is fleeting. Especially for me. But you….
You weren't answering your phone. You had him blocked, and he couldn't understand. why wasn't this fucking passing and fleeting, why was the hurt and pain still they're stuck in his damned chest.
Why were you standing with Yuji? Your hands crossed over your chest a painfully beautiful smile spread across your face as you laughed at something that Yuji said.
Sukuna was leaning on his bike, his racing gear on. The black polyester stuck to him after his race. He'd beat Choso today, he should have been on a high. He hadn't just beat Choso, he'd beat everyone. Come in first place. But the elation that he'd feel for a good hour or two with a win like this was absent. It was won out by the anger and despair in his chest at having you so close but not looking at him. Not talking to him. Not touching him.
Ditching his helmet on his bike, he decided he'd had enough of your silent treatment, he deserved it sure. But Sukuna never really cared about what he deserved, he cared about what he wanted. And what he wanted was you, your words, your anger, your tears, your smiles, your laughs, your skin on his, your mouth on his. You.
He ignored everyone as he neared the group, he ignored anything they said or tried to say. He shoved passed Yuji, letting the kid stumble back into Choso, who caught his brother by the shoulder and glared at Sukuna, but didn't say anything. It probably had to do with the girl under Choso's arm. Sukuna's sister.
None of that mattered right now though. Because Sukuna didn't fucking care. His eyes were geared on you and his hands already grabbing at your wrists. You tugged away and swore something, said something with an indigent tone. Sukuna didn't hear anything. He pulled you, holding your body close to his as he cut a path towards the towering building that hosted the plethora of shit that had to do with Motocross, including his dressing room.
He shoved you into the room, locking the door behind him before charging across to you where you pushed yourself into the wall.
"Sukuna," You started but he cut you off. Anything you had to say didn't matter. What mattered was that you understood that he was at his wits end with you, and that his emotions were bubbling over in a flurry of anger and lack of control and patience.
"No." He said, just before he pressed a harsh kiss onto your lips, his mouth moving against yours coaxing you to move with him, to open your mouth to him.
You gripped the front of his uniform and pushed him back.
"Fuck you." You swore, your eyes alight with anger of your own.
"You can," Sukuna replied and kissed you again. Again you pushed him back, this time shoving him harder forcing him to take a step back, you slipped out from his hold.
Sukuna quickly spun around and grabbed you again, his arm lopping your waist, stopping you from leaving.
"Listen to me." He tried again, his fingers circling into your top.
"You're not talking. Besides I doubt you have anything to say."
"It was a bet." He started and you snorted. Sukuna narrowed his eyes at your reaction, he expected it but it still bothered him. He turned his head into your hair and sought out your ear, quickly pulling the lobe into his mouth and nipping at the soft skin.
You gasped, turned around and shoved him off of you.
"It was a bet, but does it matter?" He asked, letting you take a step away from him. He didn't care to sound eloquent or soft. He just had to get it out. "Does it matter if by the end everything I said was true? I fucking meant it."
"Why on earth would I believe you?" You asked. He didn't look away from you, his fingers flexed at his side. Everything was telling him to grab you and kiss you again. But he didn't.
"Why would I lie now?" Sukuna asked.
"Why wouldn't you?" You retaliated and turned away from him to leave. Sukuna's heart pounded in his chest as you walked out the door. He took a second but quickly followed you into the hall. His hands grabbed at you again pulling you back to him and then straight towards the wall.
He crowded you, pushing his face towards yours so that his forehead was resting against yours. You scowled up at him, twisting to get out of his hold.
"How can I prove it?" He asked, his voice filled with desperation. "Tell me. I'll do anything."
"Nothing." You answered. He let out a large breath from his nose, a deep ache settling into his chest.
"You're being difficult." He said, trying to keep his voice calm.
You snorted, "fuck off Sukuna."
"No." He kissed you again, you didn't kiss him back, not immediately, but he pressed into you tighter. the ridges of his body cutting into yours. Your head tilted up cradled in his hands delicately. His lips were light against yours, moving slowly asking you to move with him. Slowly you did, your hands curled around his wrists as you let him kiss you. As you kissed him back.
He groaned against your mouth before pulling away from you.
"Just listen to me." He said. You looked up at him, your eyes still showing your hesitation. "Please." The word was a breath, a soft plea.
Sukuna never said please. You faltered, and let him pull you back into the dressing room. He let you go, and you walked over to the small couch and sat down. He closed the door and locked it before turning to you his hands tucked into his pockets to keep from reach out to you.
"It was a bet, but it didn't stay a bet. You hang out with Yuji and Choso that's what prompted the bet anyway. it was hard to get you on that first date. Remember?" He paused, and you kept your eyes on him. "But it wasn't a bet when I took you on the second date, or the third or the fourth. Or when I kissed you, or when we had sex. Anything after asking you to go on that first date wasn't a bet anymore. Not to me."
"Were you ever going to tell me?" You asked.
"No."
"Okay." You got up again to leave. Sukuna watched you and didn't move from his spot. "I listened. Goodbye Sukuna," and you walked out. He didn't stop you this
time.
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Sukuna watched you from across the room. You were talking to Megumi, your face burrowed in his phone as you giggled at whatever he showed you.
Sukuna was a couple of drinks in and the booze was burning in his blood. He'd said what he could and you'd still walked away. He was angry.
Angry that you walked away. Angry that Yuji told you. Angry he took the bet. Angry that you were laughing at something Megumi was saying, that your hand was holding his bicep.
Somewhere in his head Sukuna was sure he shouldn't do what he was about to do. But he was drunk. He finished what he had in his cup in two large gulps and headed across the room.
His hand gripped the nape of your neck as he came upon you. His eyes glared at Megumi as he pulled you into his chest.
"No goodbye." He muttered and began to drag you down the hall, corralling you with his body.
"Fuck Sukuna, you can't do this again." You argued. But he wasn't listening. He pushed you into a room and slammed the door with his foot keeping you in his hold. His free hand cradled your jaw and pulled your head towards his. His fingers dug into your cheeks as he lowered his head so that his nose was brushing yours.
"You listened. Thanks. I didn't. fuck your goodbye." He said and kissed you before pushing you down onto the bed. You gasped quickly rising onto your hands to sit up but he was already pushing down onto you, his body pressing you into the mattress, his hands returning to your hair, his lips back on your skin. Pulling at your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.
He sensed your anger but he didn't care. You were melting under him and maybe the weed you'd had earlier was helping that. He didn't care.
"I messed up. But I refuse to mess up more and let you go." He muttered into your skin. "You're mine. Even if you think you're not. You are."
You gasped again when he took your nipple into his mouth through your top. He moaned against you, his hips grinding into yours.
"Your nipples were taunting me across the room." He muttered around your peaked bud, "You know how much I love your tits and you wore this shirt that I got you. Am I supposed to believe that's just coincidental?" He knew it wasn't. He was asking to taunt you.
You ground your hips up into his finally rubbing back up into his hard-on. He groaned and the heat gathered in his spine he was consumed by you, his pull on your hair tilting your head up as he angled his hips to grind against yours.
You were panting already, your skin heated under his. His cock was twitching with every shaky breath you took. He watched your face. Before letting go of your hair and sitting up on his heels.
"Look at me." He prompted, and your eyes fluttered open, your heated gaze landed on him and for a second his heart stopped in his chest.
"Be angry at me, be pissed, hate me. But do not for one second think that you're not mine. That at the end of the day, you don't end up under me. That you can leave. You are mine. Do you understand?" He kept his voice low and smooth as he spoke. His hands moved on your bare torso, pushing your top up so that your breasts were bare to him.
"Wishful thinking." You muttered, the anger still in your words. "Just cause I'm letting myself do this with you today doesn't mean I forgive you. Or that I'm yours."
Sukuna smiled down at you, your hips still moving against his hard cock, your cunt rubbing at him through your clothes. Sukuna gripped a tit, rubbing at the nipple with his thumb making your body shudder under his hand.
"Oh babe, I think that's exactly what it means." He said and grabbed for your pants moving your legs up so that he could get them off, he took your panties with them. Once they were off he chucked them onto the floor, your legs fell open as he slotted himself between your thighs.
His thumb dragged through your folds, stopping at your clit and pressing onto it. Your mouth fell open and your eyes stayed glued to his. He leaned over and let his other hand caress your face his thumb trailing your lip before settling at the corner of your mouth.
"Fuck me." You breathed, taking his thumb into your mouth. Sukuna's chest flooded with heat as he watched your suck on his thumb. His hand left your heat and pushed at his pants taking his cock out and letting the cock head pass through your heated folds.
"Condom." You breathed. Sukuna bit back a scowl, you hadn't used one before but he wouldn't push it tonight. He pulled away from you sitting back again as he pulled a condom from his pocket and put it on.
He lined himself up with you again and slowly pushed in. Your loud moan vibrated around in his head forcing him to drop his head back as he sank into you. Grabbing your hips tightly as he did.
Both of you said nothing as he began to rock into you, his cock stretching you with each deep and slow drag, your hands scrambled in the sheets as he gradually picked up his pace his eyes watching your tits bounce as he went at you harder and harder, until your eyes were rolled back and your breathing was stuttered with moans and whines. His name falling from your lips mixed with curses and pleads for him to touch your clit because he wasn't letting you do it yourself.
He pulled out of you pulling you up into a sitting position before pulling you into his lap as he sat down against the head bored. You sank down on him again, your head rolling back as you moaned, Sukuna grabbed at your hair pulling your head back further. His mouth hot around your nipple as he pulled it back into his mouth. You rode him, grounding your hips with his pulling moans from him that meddled with yours.
He conceded when you begged for him to touch you, his fingers drawing slow circles on your clit. He was getting close, the oppressive heat pushing at his body driving him to fuck up into you harder. Bite at your skin more aggressively. Dig his fingers into your skin until his fingers cramped.
You came a second before him, your body writhing into his your hands gripping at his hair pulling. All this triggered his own release, he came in the condom with a groan. His hips still stuttered up into yours as he worked through his orgasm. You whined at the stimulation, your head resting against his, your soft moans pushing his orgasm out until he was spent and panting into your skin.
"You're coming back with me." He said softly leaving no room for you to argue. You closed your eyes and settled against him for a second, not able to argue anyway.
drabble, gojo x afab reader | college au - frat party, smut warning [fingering, exhibitionism, some geto x reader] playboy/fratboy gojo, smoking weed. wc: 767.
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liquor was not your friend, especially not mixed with weed. your feet stumbled over themselves as you moved through the kitchen. faces blurred as you passed by people looking for your best friend, but she had ditched you or you'd ditched her. you weren't sure in your state.
you rounded into the living room of the frat house, the party mellowed out in here. gojo was sitting next to geto a blunt being passed between the two. You looked away from them, looking around the room willing yourself to stay away from the boys stay away from gojo, it was bad enough you already gave into him before. but with gojo, that wasn't a possibility he was a magnet, and his right-hand man was a fiend for making you uncomfortable, almost as much as gojo was.
you let your gaze drift back to the two men on the couch. geto ushered you over with two fingers, you rolled your eyes but listened. you'd go over for two seconds. that couldn't hurt.
"i'm beginning to think you've been ignoring me at this party." gojo drawled as you drew closer. you shrugged and swayed in your spot.
loud cackling drew your attention to a swarm of first years as they flooded the living room, one of them bumping into your back sending you face forward towards gojo. his hands instantly caught you and pulled you down into his lap, your legs bracketing his.
"what, you didn't wanna see me after last night?" He asked, smoke blowing out his lips spreading over your skin. "i can imagine you're still sore from the shit we did, baby." He muttered lowly, but geto heard, his breathy laugh confirmed.
"you seem to have plenty of girls to fuck with here." you said, your words slurred together. gojo tangled his hand into your hair at the back of your head, taking another drag from his blunt before passing it off to geto.
"but ive been waiting for you." he mumbled moving his face closer to yours so that his lips brushed yours. the smoke from his mouth invading your senses.
gojo shifted so that his erection was pressing against your clothed center. you bit your lip at his action, a low hum leaving your throat.
"don't ignore me again," he concluded before pulling you into a kiss, his lips moving against yours slowly drawing his tongue into your mouth. his hands pushing at your hips to move, you ground down onto his cock. your core rubbing into him, a deep heat stirred inside you.
he snaked a hand between the both of you quickly moving into your pants and underwear, his fingers found your clit, and you gasped at the intrusion. your brain was working slow, muddled and fogged by booze, weed and gojo.
gojo circled your clit, moaning into your mouth as you continued to grind into his cock and fingers.
you pulled your lips from his when he repositioned his hand and pushed two fingers into you, his thumb now tapping at your clit. you tilted your head onto his shoulder, your hands clutching at the couch back.
"open your eyes." geto's voice was soft, and close. you listened and looked at him. he moved in until his nose brushed yours.
"fuck," gojo swore before muttering your name into your hair. his fingers curled at your g-spot causing you to whimper, your breaths shallow as you dug your fingers into the couch, trying to grab the fabric.
"is he making you feel good?" geto asked, his lips now brushing yours. "lemme kiss you."
it wasn't much of a question, and he didn't wait for your answer his lips devoured yours in the next breath, his tongue pushing into your mouth and his hand curling into your hair. his grip was harsh, pulling at the strands roughly.
you forgot where you were, the people in the living room gone as you fucked your hips into gojo's hand and let geto roughly kiss you.
gojo latched onto your neck as you rocked against him harder, his teeth tugging at your heated skin, his hand pulling your top off your shoulder.
"i-fuck i-" you stuttered before you came apart on gojo's fingers.
you'd regret this in the morning when your brain wasn't bogged with substances and men. the public act would embarrass you to the point that you probably wouldn't leave your dorm, but as you rode out your high, with gojo's fingers continuing his ministration, geto's lips kissing yours unrestrained, and gojo's teeth nipping at your skin, you could not be bothered to care.
~hxt1b, feb 14 2024, send me more requests for drabbles dudes...
guys send in some requests for drabbles and time stamps or whatnot so i can write some short shit while I work on this Gojo fic that’s been in my head for a minute.
-> CW: ex-boyfriend Gojo, angsty, you both teach at jujutsu high, Gojo is an idiot, Geto is flirty but that is inconsequential [I just love him] Gojo is possessive and a bit whiney, fluffy near the end. MDNI, smut warning [hand jobs, fingering, finger sucking, it’s all kinda soft tbh, nipple sucking, penetration, a lot of kisses – so many kisses, bathroom sex, public sex, mention of form of protection {IUD} I apologize if I missed anything]
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-> A/N: Okay so this is a little cliché, maybe not the best written, and totally self-indulgent. I wanted an ex-boyfriend Gojo begging you to take him back, and some make up(ish) sex and so I wrote it. I hope you guys like it. As usual please ignore any grammar that is incorrect, I tried my best.
"When I'm all by myself and the drink doesn't help. Take 'em down from the shelf and I'm reminded, I keep fighting wars in my head with the miles of regret 'cause I had every letter but now, I cant find the words to say."
– The Vamps
“Don’t walk away from me.” His voice was even, he never really yelled. That was one of the first things you’d liked about Gojo, his effortless calm. Everything was easy for him, so it was rare for him to be anything but calm. The only things that rattled Gojo were things he couldn’t control. Lack of control was not a state of being for Gojo Satoru.
“Watch me.” You replied turning away from him. He caught your wrist and pulled you back towards his chest.
“Stop.” He gritted out, his voice wasn’t as even anymore but he wasn’t yelling. He still thought he had some control. Jokes on him.
“Or what?” You asked, your tone taunting. Your head tilted to the side as you glared up at your ex. His pale blue eyes were hidden behind glasses, but this close you could see them narrow at you through the tinted glass.
You scoffed at him before yanking out of his hold.
“Leave me alone Gojo.”
Your footsteps echoed down the hall as you walked away from him. Your hands shook at your side. A couple of steps, and you’d be outside. Outside the school. Outside Gojo’s bubble. Out.
“I can’t.”
His words hit your back, piercing up your skin, and crawling over your mind. You saw red.
“You can’t?” You asked. Your steps halted just as you got to the door. “You fucking can’t!?” your voice rose as you spun to face him. He was still in the spot you’d left him.
“You broke up with me!” You yelled, “You stopped talking to me! Three months Gojo and now you wanna talk to me like that didn’t fucking happen. Well too bad, I don’t give a fuck about you anymore.”
That was a blatant lie. You cared a lot and seeing him was hard, him touching you was brutal. You needed to get out of this hallway. Away from him.
He said your name as you turned away from him a second time, a soft word floating in the hallway. Your blood boiled as you stomped out the door.
He followed, “Please baby.” His hand grabbed your arm again, but he didn’t pull. This time his grip just held you in place.
“Do not call me that, and do not touch me.” You yanked your arm out of his hand for the last time and walked away.
~
Gojo was drunk.
“Youreanidiot.” Geto slurred. “I said that back then too remember?” He was waving his glass in Gojo’s face.
“Shut up you drunk.”
“Hey, I’m only drunk because I’m a good best friend.”
Gojo took a large swig of his drink, the bitter taste coated his throat, a deep burn blazing down his chest. He closed his eyes and let his head fall on the table. The room was spinning. He told Geto as much, but Geto mumbled something back before getting up and leaving Gojo alone at the table.
“I need some space.”
Space was stupid. Space was dumb. Why had he asked for it? What did he learn? Oh, he learned something alright, he learned what your face looked like when your heart broke. Gojo banged his head against the table once, before letting out a deep groan.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, his hands fumbling the device as he brought it to his face. Only lifting his body half up in his seat, that’s all he could manage. He thumbed through his contacts and found your name. He called you. Once, twice, three times. Of course, you didn’t answer him so he texted.
im don’t need spac e I jst needu.
Im sn idiot.
Im sorry.
But of course, you never replied, you never read them.
“Oh, Satoru don’t text her,” Geto whined as he sat down in his seat again beside Gojo.
“I’m pathetic.”
“That you are.” Geto swung his arm around Gojo’s shoulder pulling him into his side. “But it's okay.”
~
“He really thinks he’s something huh?” your best friend asked from your left. You were sat on a bar stool your first drink, following three shots, in your hand. You’d only taken a sip from it before spotting Gojo leaning against a wall. His gaze geared on you.
“He really thinks he can just get you back?” Utahime asked from your right. Her presence was the reason you three were out today at this club, she was visiting for the weekend.
“He sent some drunk messages last night.” You said looking away from him and pulling your phone out to show your friends. The two leaned into to look at your screen. Your best friend snickered.
“Sad.”
“Pathetic.”
“Ah yes, that he is.” Geto’s voice churned in. Your eyes moved up to take in his smiling face, he was leaning in as well, his eyes on your phone.
You pulled your phone to your chest, forcing Geto to turn his smile to you.
“Have you heard of personal space?” You asked. Your distaste for Gojo unsurprisingly extended to his best friend.
His only response was a soft breathy chuckle and a step back.
“Hey now,” He started throwing his hands up, “I don’t think I’m the enemy.”
“Why are you two here?” Your best friend asked, Geto turned his head to her, his eyes trailing down her body before he replied.
“Isn’t it obvious babe?” He asked leaning towards her.
“It’s pathetic.” You muttered.
“I thought we already went over that,” Geto replied his hands disappearing into his pockets his eyes still on your best friend.
“Go away.” Your best friends muttered turning away from him. You could tell she was flustered by his gaze.
You rolled your eyes at Geto’s antics before quickly downing your drink.
You took Utahime and your best friend’s hands, “Come let’s go dance.” You pulled them both towards the crowded dance floor, the bass of whatever song was playing thumped through your body as you settled into a spot and began to sway to the music. The couple of shots you’d taken before realizing Gojo was also in the building were running rampant through your bloodstream now, aided by the heat of the bodies around you. You laughed as the song changed and you danced pushing your ex out of your head and letting yourself go to the music. You were having fun despite Gojo and that’s why you didn’t mind when hands snaked around your waist and pulled you away from your friends. You ground your hips back into the stranger liking the way his hands trailed up your side, his head curling into the side of your neck. He said something but you didn’t hear him, your eyes had found Gojo again his head was turned in your direction, and you knew he’d been watching you the whole time. You could feel it. Tipping the corner of your mouth up at him you lifted a hand up and threaded it into the stranger’s hair.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” You let him press wet kisses into your skin, your eyes stuck on Gojo, your hips still moving against the stranger. Your brain streamlined on your ex, you got to a dazed place where the hands on your body were Gojo’s, and so were the lips pressing heated kisses only stopping to harshly nip at your skin. Your eyes fluttered at the thought and when you gained your focus again Gojo was gone.
“Fuck off.” A voice growled to your left, a hand grabbing at the wrist that was pulling at strands of hair.
“Excuse me-” The guy was cut off as Gojo yanked you into his chest. His glasses slid down his nose as he glared at the other man.
“Gojo what the fuck.” You struggled against his grip, but his hold was strong, and he took you through the crowd towards the restroom, your body pulled into his chest the entire way. Once inside the bathroom, he pushed you towards the sink and mirror and turned to lock the door behind him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You asked. He didn’t say anything, your words hung heavy in the air as he stared at you. His gaze was heavy, his blue eyes peering at you. The only movement was him taking his glasses off, he tucked them into his back pocket and took you in. Trailing his eyes over your body, heat trailing everywhere he looked.
You narrowed your eyes at him and scoffed.
“Let me out Gojo.” You said motioning for him to move from the door.
“You know,” he started and took a step towards you, “three months, four months a year. Baby get it through your head. You are mine.”
His voice was low, rubbing against your heart pulling at your sanity and causing a deep rage to crawl over you.
“You broke up with me!” You yelled.
“And I regret it.” Gojo said, “And that only confirms how much I need you. How much you own me.”
“No, fuck that and fuck you.” You said and moved to shove him out of the way so you could leave. He grabbed both your wrist as you tried to shove him and spun you into the door. Your back hit it hard as Gojo crowded into you, your arms pinned on both sides of your head by his hands, his lips on yours in an instant.
The kiss was deep, heavy, and angry. You bit at his lip, and he moaned into your mouth. His tongue met yours and you pushed back with the same fervour he displayed. You were going to implode, his touch, his mouth was too much. You knew, ever since that day in the hallway when he grabbed your wrist, you’d known. If he touched you again it would be too much. He knew it too.
You moaned against him as he moved his thigh between your legs, your body had been rocking against his as you kissed. You felt a sense of needing to run as you moved against him but the feeling left, overwhelmed by Gojo.
“I broke up with you because I’m an idiot,” He muttered his lips still touching yours. Your eyes were closed, and your breathing shallow, your hips still rocking ever so slightly against him, but you let him talk. “One more chance, please.”
“The great Gojo Satoru begging.” You whispered back.
“For you. Yes.” He didn’t even sound ashamed. Just desperate. You relented and kissed him again. He let go of your wrists, letting his fingers tangle into your hair. Your own hands went around him, pulling at the soft strands at his neck as you got lost in him. It was familiar and good, you’d wanted this so bad. Would it be so bad to give him another chance?
Your hands left his hair and trailed down his torso and up his shirt pushing it up as you felt the ridges of his abs letting your nails dig into the hard muscle. Gojo hissed into your mouth but didn’t stop you. So, you kept moving your hands, lower this time, fingers brushing his skin as you went. Your fingers stopped at his waistband, he sucked on your tongue lightly as you both waited to see if you would do it. It didn’t take you long to decide, yes you would.
Your fingers moved to undo his pants and grab at his erection. You pulled away from his mouth and looked down, the skin of his cock was heated, and the head was swollen and red, you licked your lips as you skimmed your thumb over the slit. Gojo hissed again before letting out a soft moan as you did it again. You brought your hand to your mouth spitting into it before palming him, moving your hand against his heated skin, watching his face as he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours.
“I don’t deserve this.” He muttered.
“No.” you muttered, “you don’t.” But he was still getting it, he was still getting you, that thought pushed him to move, his hand pushing up your shirt and bra palming your boob before flicking at your nipple. You sucked in a breath at the action but kept your hand moving on him. He lowered his head and took your nipple into his mouth sucking on you before biting at it. You let your head fall back against the door as Gojo worked your nipple. Your hips still grinding into his thigh, and your hand still working his cock.
“Satoru,” You moaned, eye fluttering shut.
“Satoru,” He muttered back forcing your eyes to open and look at him. He was peering up at you with a cocky grin on his face, his mouth red from sucking on you. But you were beyond yourself to be mad at it, yeah you moaned his name, his first name, so what?
“I need your fingers.”
“Happily.” He answered, and let his fingers run down your quivering stomach to the band of your pants, he quickly undid them and instantly his fingers were on you. Two fingers circled your clit heating your blood further, you were arching against the door, he took your nipple back into his mouth forcing your hand to hesitate on his cock as he worked you.
You moaned his name softly again before saying “More.” He brought his head back up to yours pressing your lips into a wet kiss as he sank two fingers into you. You sucked in a breath as he began to pump his fingers. His lips moved against yours forcefully as he picked up his pace, your hand stilling on his cock as he did so. He grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers and pulled it away from him letting you focus on your pleasure as he fucked you with his fingers.
A heated bundle of energy built up in the pit of your stomach moving down as Gojo added another finger stretching you further, pulling louder moans from you as he did.
“Satoru, I’m going to cum.” You mumbled into his lips.
“Then come baby.” He muttered back, curling his fingers into your g-spot, and finally tipping you over. You saw white as you arched into his chest further, your nipples rubbing into his chest, your head rolling to the side allowing Gojo to dip his head into the crook of your neck and suck on your heated skin. His fingers worked you through your orgasm prolonging the intense heat that coursed through you until you were panting against him, your hands shaking, and your mind muddled.
“The sounds you make are mine, the face you make is mine, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.” He said this lowly, his head dipping so that his eyes were locked with yours, “Proving to you that you own me as much as I own you.” He finished it off by pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth as he pulled his fingers from you. “Turn around babe.”
You listened and spun in his hold, your back arching so that your ass was against his groin instantly. His left hand coming up beside your head on the door, and his right holding tightly onto your waist.
“Let’s take these off.” He said and pushed at your pants, you helped him get rid of your pants and underwear, “Are you ready for me pretty girl?”
You nodded, your breath shallow still, your skin heated and your brain stuck on all things Gojo Satoru. He pressed a light kiss to the back of your neck as he brought his cock to move through your folds. You mewled when his cock head passed over your sensitive clit.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.” He groaned, “I wasn- this isn’t how I wanted this to-” He stumbled over his words his head bowed into your shoulder. His hips were still moving against you though, his cock still dragging through your wet folds.
“It’s okay, I’ve still got my IUD.” You let your arm turn over his head, your hand digging into his hair so that you could pull his head to yours. “Fuck me Satoru.” You whispered, your lips grazing the side of his mouth. He groaned and lined up his cock with your entrance.
“Every day baby. You’ve owned me every day since I’ve met you. I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.” He said this as he slowly sank into you, every word hitting something deep inside you as he bottomed out. You only managed to moan his name.
“I know.” He mumbled before kissing you again and began to slowly pump into you. Every single one of your senses was filled with him, you were living and breathing Gojo at that moment as he moved against you, his cock dragging against your fluttering walls. His moans filled your ears mixing with yours, joining the sloppy sound of his skin slapping against yours.
You couldn’t think properly as he moved his hand from your waist to your mouth, slipping in past your lips. You sucked on them moaning as you did, when he pulled them from your mouth a strand of spit still connected you to his fingers. He darted down to your clit deftly moving the two fingers over it to draw you closer to your second orgasm.
“Cum baby. Cum with me.” He breathed. Overwhelmed, you came. Breaking apart on his throbbing cock, you spasmed in his hold, his other hand leaving the door to gather you against his chest as he continued to fuck you through the orgasm his fingers still moving against your clit. His name repeatedly fell from your lips as you saw white sparks floating around your vision, your entire body heated and spent. He followed soon after, finishing inside you with your name on his lips.
“Prove it Satoru. Don’t fuck me over this time.” You said through heavy breaths.
“I won’t”
He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
You smiled as you both took your time calming down and getting back to reality.
Could I have a piece on Choso and Sukuna with Prompts: #2 “Take it off” and #4”Move away from the door and let me have at him”?? Suggestive, fluff or even smut!!
Thank you for taking the time to get to my request hehe I’m looking forward to it
These tiktoks and the amazing art had some hand in the inspo of this one. Choso / Sukuna. oh and maybe a little bit of this one too. i’m just gonna go ahead and add this link too. because it fits.
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-> CW: Motocross AU, older brother Sukuna, Sukuna and Choso do not get along, Sukuna is overprotective of you and Choso is possessive kinda, Yuji and Sukuna are separate-bodied individuals for this, and Sukuna is not in true form I mean this is a motocross au so… pwp, well some plot. smut warning [teasing, fingering, name calling {you: slut}, hair pulling, spanking, finger sucking, minor ass play, manhandling, penetration, choking. Idk if missed anything]
-> A/N: oh my, I fucking hope this isn't shit, its kinda deprived and cracked but I hope you guys like it. Idk I feel like the ending could have been better, but still I don't think its completely terrible. Lastly please excuse any messed up grammar I tried my best.
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Could I have a piece on Choso and Sukuna with Prompts: #2 “Take it off” and #4”Move away from the door and let me have at him”?? Suggestive, fluff or even smut!!
Thank you for taking the time to get to my request hehe I’m looking forward to it" @bts-sierra <here you go babe>.
Choso's hands were in your hair, under your shirt, sliding up your skirt. Rough fingers digging into soft skin, heated kisses pressed into oversensitive flesh that he'd just sucked on. Marks were already littering your upper chest, he had you half undressed with all your clothes still on. His thigh was in between your legs, your hips moving against him uninhibited. His body was pushing you into the wall, your hands pulling at his hair.
Chose was everywhere, and you loved it.
He moaned your name at the base of your throat, his hot breath lighting your skin on fire. You breathed a whimper in response as his left hand trailed down your stomach to your core.
He didn't touch you, at least not where you wanted him to. He dragged deft fingers along your panties and over the apex of your thighs. You groaned bucking your hips at him. In response Choso sank his teeth into your collarbone, gently gathering the skin with his teeth and sucking, before licking at it with his tongue. You shivered your body arching into him.
"You want my fingers?" He asked.
You nodded.
"Say it." He demanded.
"I want your fingers, Choso."
He hummed. Finally pushed your panties to the side and dragging this middle finger up your slit. "What do you want these fingers to do?"
His tone was light, mocking. His face drawn back taking in your features. Your head was tilted back leaning into the wall and you breathed heavily, your entire being worked up from the heated kisses and almost there touches.
"Choso." You whined.
"I need direction, darling." He breathed, his right hand settling on the wall beside your head. His head cocking to the side, his lips curled up into a smirk that had your cunt flexing about nothing.
"Uh, please," you mumbled, "Fuck me with them."
He hummed again, moving his middle finger in a slow circle around your clit. Before slowly sinking it into your heat.
"Like this?"
"More."
"So greedy." But he added another finger. You moaned at his slow ministrations.
"Fuck," you cursed as you curled your hands into the front of his shirt. He added a third finger, but his rhythm was still the same. Slow and agonizing. "Harder." You begged.
Choso leaned his head closer to yours his lips brushing over yours.
"What would your brother say if knew how much of a slut you are for me?"
You narrowed your eyes at him, hoping your glare was registering.
"Why would you-"
Your words were cut off by a loud moan as he picked up his pace, his fingers curling into your sweet spot. It was mind-numbing, his thumb worked at your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. The wet sound filled the air around you mixing with your panting and his soft breathing.
You moved your hand to the back of his head and tilted your face up to kiss him. He let you, his tongue instantly thrusting into your mouth. His hand left the wall and moved to the back of your head pulling you further into his kiss. His lips moved against your lips at a bruising rate.
"You're fucking mine." He muttered. His fingers pulled your head back by pulling on your hair.
You were close, Choso knew your body like the back of his hand, the two of you had been sneaking around behind Sukuna's back for almost half a year now.
"Am I?" You taunted.
Your body was coiled tight, Choso's fingers pumped in and out of you brutally now. He growled your name as you finally came apart on his fingers. He stayed with you for a couple more seconds working your over for your high before taking a step back from you, letting your body slump against the wall. His eyes narrowed at you as he licked his fingers clean. Your walls clenched at the action, and you let out an involuntary whimper.
"Take it off." Chose commended lowly. "Take it all off." You quickly ripped your clothes off and moved to the bed. Chose pushed you down onto your stomach. You looked over your shoulder at him, your body shuddering as you took in his gaze, amused and full of lust.
"So obedient for someone questioning if they're actually mine."
You moved onto your hands and knees leaning your hips back so that you pressed into his hips. Moving against his still-clothed erection. You were fixed under his stare, coming apart for him slowly one day at a time while he pulled at your strings.
You were his. You just never said it.
He gripped your hips roughing, pushing you off his body. A rough smack landed against your ass causing you to cry out in shock.
"You gonna question it again darling?" He asked his hand rubbing against the sting.
You looked over your shoulder again, your lip caught between your teeth.
"Last I checked I was nobodies." You taunted again. Choso narrowed his eyes again his nose flaring at your words as he breathed in deeply. You loved taunting him, it always, always, worked out in your favour.
"Oh baby," He murmured, his fingers digging into your hips harder. "Start counting." With that he smacked you again, your body jolting forward as he did.
You moaned and whimpered. "One."
He soothed the sting again by rubbing your quickly heating skin before smacking your ass again, and again and again harder as he went switching hands until you were shaking and barely able to get your words out.
"What was that he asked," After what you hoped was the last one.
"T-ten" You tried again.
"Good girl." He finally praised, and you keened under the praise.
He let go of you, "head on the pillow." He said and you dropped down, letting your ass hang in the air as you curled your arms around the pillow, your breath barely caught before Choso was on you again, his cock gliding through your folds and his hands gripping your ass cheeks pulling at them so he could watch his cock glide through your slick nudging your clit with each pass.
"So wet for me." He groaned, and you moaned in response. Your brain was fogged, words probably wouldn't come for a while, not any that could make much sense anyway.
Your whines were needy as he lined his cock up with your entrance, the pressure causing you to writhe against him.
"Stay still." His fingers dug into you to keep you still as he slowly pushed in, pumping his cock slowly to get deeper into you. When his hips were seated against your ass, he let out a deep groan, letting his head fall back as he let himself take in the feel of your cunt clutching at his cock.
"So perfect," he mumbled. "So fucking mine." He pulled back slowly before pumping back into you. Your hands clenched at the pillow case pulling at it.
You were starting to feel like you couldn't handle it, you felt like you were gonna burst and he'd only just started. Moans and whimpers spilled from your lips, only stuttered by nonsense words and his name.
Choso snickered at you as he set a rhythm, his hips gradually gaining momentum, his hand gripped at your hair and pulled your body up to his. Your back flush against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat, as the other kept a grip on your hair.
His hips met yours halfway as you thrust back into him. Your hands gripped his arm as your entire body was enveloped in a searing heat that pushed at your lungs as he tightened his grip on your throat.
"You're doing fucking amazing, darling." Choso praised his lips brushing your ear. "My fucking slut. Taking my cock like you were made for me. Only me."
He took your ear lobe into his mouth, sucking. Finally, he let up on your throat, letting you breathe easier. His hand left your hair, rounding your body and bringing two fingers to your mouth.
"Suck." You instantly opened for him, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking, swirling your tongue around the two digits. He pulled his fingers from your mouth without warning before pushing you back into the bed roughly. His thrusts faltered for a second as he gripped at your ass again. His fingers circled your other hole dragging louder moans out of you as he did so.
He laughed at your reaction. "Yeah, baby I know you love this." He said and slowly sank a spit-soaked finger into you. The stretch stung but you couldn't come up with anything but whined moans. Your hips still pushing back against him. You were becoming desperate for release your body was prickling with desire and overwhelmed by Choso.
He pumped his finger once, twice before leaving it still and picking pace with his hips. Your hips stilled at his actions his free hand holding you in place as he rutted against you. The tight knot in your stomach finally snapped spreading pins prickling all over you. Your ears rang, your eyes shut tight, your hands ripping at the sheets as you convulsed around his cock.
He was moaning loudly, his hips still snapped into you as he chased his high. You could tell he was close from how frantic he was becoming, your orgasm was still seething through you when he came inside you. His cum coating your walls.
He removed his hands from you, falling over you on the bed, his arms bracketing your head.
"Fuck me." He muttered, his lips pressing soft kisses on your shoulder and then the side of your face, urging you to turn into him so he could kiss you on the lips. You obliged and he softly kissed your mouth drawing your tongue against his.
"Say it." He muttered, his voice low. Your brain wasn't working, his cock was still inside you and you were still squirming against him despite how spent you felt.
Choso groaned lowly and pushed his hips into you to keep you still.
"Fuck, darling. Say it." He was almost whining. "Say you're mine."
He bit at your jaw, nipping at your skin over and over again. Your head was still spinning, and maybe that's why you said it because, in a regular state of mine, you wouldn't have or at this point maybe you would have you couldn't say.
"I'm yours." And you were. He kissed you again, his mouth hot against yours as he kissed you deeply, almost like he was sucking your being into him. Molding you both into one.
Slowly he pulled out of you and went into his bathroom bringing back a wet town to clean you up. When he was done he slipped back into the bed next to you pulling you into him.
"Aren't you racing in an hour?" You asked. Fucking you was a part of his pre-race ritual. Choso nodded, raking a hand through his hair
"Yeah, but I have time for this." He said pulling you impossibly tight against his body. You sighed and snuggled in, because why not? It was a soft moment and those were rare, although not as rare as a couple of months ago but still you wouldn't call them frequent.
Your name being hollered loudly startled you. Choso tightened his grip on you. Loud banging followed the yelling and you let out a deep breath.
Sukuna.
"This was a long time coming," Choso muttered reluctantly letting go of you. You panicked internally moving out of the bed quickly. Sukuna was unstable at best and psychotic at worst, you grabbed a shirt and pulled it over your head. Choso pulled on sweats and you rushed through his apartment to the door before he could get there.
They did not need to get into a fistfight before a race.
You hesitated at the door and glanced behind you to see Choso leaning against the wall across his front door. He nodded at you to open the door. Your brother was still banging on it like a mad man screaming your name probably scaring everyone in the building.
"Sukuna-"
He growled your name taking a step into the apartment, but you pushed him back into the hall. He glared down at you taking in your attire. His eyes flared, his anger on full display.
"What the fuck are you wearing? Look at you, What the fuck. I have been looking for you for two hours."
"Sukuna -" You tried again.
"No, Move away from the door and let me have at him.” He demanded shoving you out of the way. You gripped at his shirt and pushed him back again, he growled over your head at Choso who was at your back. They were both a head taller than you, Choso just an inch taller than your brother.
"What the fuck are you doing with my baby sister you fucking freak?" Your brother growled. You opened your mouth to reply but Choso cut you off. His hand resting on your hip as he leaned over you towards your brother.
"What do you think?"
Your head snapped up at Choso, the smug look on his face sending a shock of anger through you.
Sukuna's breathing deepened before he turned an angry look at you, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist pulling you towards him, but Choso was still holding you, his arm now wrapped around your entire waist.
"You motherfucker. This is your revenge, right? For the fight with Yuji." Sukuna's grip on your wrist tightened as you struggled against them both.
"Maybe," Choso replied. You fumed. Why was he acting like this, like you were just an object of play for the both of them? Your brother and Yuji got into a fight a week ago, your brother had broken the boy's nose. But you'd been with Choso far longer than that so his act was grating on you.
"I'm going to rip you to shreds," Sukuna growled. Choso just laughed.
"I'd like to see you try."
"Step out from behind my sister you bitch."
"Gladly," Choso said and moved you to the side.
"Stop." You cried out as Sukuna swung at Choso. Choso ducked and grabbed the front of Sukuna's shirt ramming his fist into his nose all in the same breath.
Your brother swore loudly as the bone cracked under Choso's knuckles. You cursed before stepping into the mess and pulling your brother away from Choso.
"That was for Yuji you dumb bitch. Your sister and I have nothing to do with you." Choso grumbled and turned away from the both of you. His words warmed inside you, and you wanted to laugh at how fickle your emotions could be. A couple of words from this man and you went from seething to swooning.
Sukuna lunged for Choso's back but you stepped in the way.
"Okay okay," You said in a calm voice. "Lets get you a towel."
"No fuck you." He grumbled and shoved you away from him. His hand cradled his broken nose. "You know I fucking hate him so what the fuck are you doing?"
He was glaring down at you, his amber eyes shifting from your face to Choso's back.
"Wel-"
Choso cut you off, his body slanting back towards you and your brother. "Like I said Sukuna, she and I have nothing to do with you. Get that through your big-ass fucking ego. I hate you. But her-"
He cut himself off, and you were thankful. Whatever he was gonna say was going to be the first time it was going to be said and hearing it in front of your brother was not the way you wanted to hear it.
Sukuna grumbled and looked down at you still pissed.
"Get fucking dressed. We're leaving."
"No, I'm not going with you." You replied sternly.
"Yes, you are. I'm not fucking asking."
"You don't own me Sukuna."
"Fuck,-"
"Just go," Choso said, his eyes gliding over you, "I'll see you after the race." You blinked at him, his eyes shining at you, his lips curved into a smile. As if to say, you were his anyway, going with your brother right now didn't change that. It just pacified Sukuna's tantrum.
I used a dialogue generator lmao, I was having trouble coming up with some stuff. Anyway, this is for a Drabble/ one shot type writing style. Thats just to say that they won't be long. This is to write on the side while I try to write my longer ideas and get them to you all.
