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[madamechrissy]

please, please, please

You love being Satoru Gojo's girlfriend, he dotes on you, takes you on dates, spoils you - just one little problem, you are perpetually ovulating around him! Is wanting your nerdy boyfriend's cock in your mouth really such a bad thing? Satoru wants to wait for the perfect moment for your first time, though! He'll totally wait even when you're wearing that slutty lil dress and grinding on him, right?

pairings - nerd! gojo x girlfriend! reader

warnings - cute and silly, oral over panties/boxers, Satoru edging tf outta us -- reader is horny, Shoko/Hime, Sukuna being a fratboy dick, jealous Toru, rough blow jobs, p in v sex, first time, squirting, teasing, fingering, creampie, consent, breed kink, making your nerdy boyfriend feral and spit in your mouth <3

art creds here!!

this was a comm for my angel @cantarcantar!! ty for understanding that my life was like INSANE - ilysm for being patient <3 wc - 10.1k

It took you almost two years of crushing on Satoru Gojo to actually become his girlfriend, and you’re loving every minute of it. From being too damn shy to admit you like him, to very awkwardly trying to confess and every chance just utterly failing – to then instead becoming the very best of friends.

You two were finally ‘officially together’ as a couple.

Oh, and it was everything, being in his arms, swallowed up by those huge biceps he had hidden underneath his starch white dress shirts. Hearing that little laugh from his lips, all of those sweet little kisses he bestowed upon you – truly, all the feelings blossoming between the two of you in the most beautiful way, especially over the months of truly being his girlfriend.

He’d take you out for all day movie marathons, going to play bumper cars, mini golf, you name it – Satoru was down for it. Every date was a meticulously planned out one too, with little to no down time aside from the drive to and from. Perhaps that’s where you would sneak just the littlest pecks on his neck, hear his sighs as he gripped the gear shift of that fancy sports car.

Satoru adored you – and you adored him.

You were all his. There was no one else in the entire world than the boy who could never quite tie that tie on correctly, always just a little crooked for you to straighten out.

Yet with that came you being unreasonably horny all the fucking time, who wouldn’t be with Satoru though? Those long fingers pressing into your waist, the way that bulge pressed between your thighs, plump lips slipping up your throat. Every time it even got just a little close, maybe you were grinding so good that you were about to cum from that – he paused it.

Wearing a cute, bashful little smile on his face, fogged up, thick rimmed glasses – murmuring sweetheart in a voice that’s designed to make your pussy drip, and you feel like a complete pervert for wanting to beg for more. God, imagining his cock in your throat alone had you desperate and needy, let alone having him filling you, pumping you full, taking you first.

Maybe you are a pervert, truly.

You’ve tried so hard to be patient, you want him to want it as badly as you do, but every time you’re making out with your boyfriend – the top of the dean’s list and ultimate dungeon master for DnD – Satoru Gojo?

Every time his big ass hands grip your waist and he drags you down against his length, before he puts a pause on it?

You can’t even think about it.

You’re pumping your fingers in your needy cunt just thinking about it after every damn date with this boy. Whining out in your bed with your hips bucking up, gasps escaping your lips desperately in your empty room. Pumping faster and faster until you’ve got that sticky release all over your hand.

It’s almost as if you have this sort of ritual now, before you see your boyfriend and right after/.

Your rose toy is probably fucking tired of you.

As if you don’t you ache so damn bad around him it’s painful, hard not to shamelessly hump his thigh till you cum. No, the toy? This takes the edge off just a bit, but even the way you moan his name in your sleep is endlessly hilarious to your poor roommates that have to hear you between the walls of your off campus apartment.

“Still a virgin?” Utahime asked with a laugh when you had woken up this morning, getting ready to see Satoru.

“Not by choice,” you grumble, shaking your head and grabbing a coffee pod from the little rack, popping your favorite inside and pressing the on button. The aroma hits immediately, waking your tired brain.

You’d had the filthiest damn dream of him fucking your tits, cock sliding up and down in messy strokes that had you needing a damn shower right now.

You’re just perpetually ovulating.

Satoru is the perfect boyfriend, truly he is. He’s sweet, he’s a gentleman despite his blue eyes and where they glance too long. Mostly, he cares. You’ve fallen so in love with him so quickly over these past few months, but every time you think that things might progress, Satoru stops it. Gently lifting you up off his lap and sighing, kissing his way up your jaw, his snowy lashes tickling your cheek.

‘Sweetheart, let’s pause this,’ he would murmur those words all sweet and sultry against your skin after almost sucking on those nipples that just stay hard around this man, instead hovering a breath away so it ghosts your tits. Those huge hands brushing just underneath them.

It’s torture, really.

‘Oh, okay Toru,’ you’d whisper back, he’d moan and kiss up your neck, breaths tickling your skin. ‘Mnh…’

‘You’re so beautiful, god look at you.’

It was just wrong to talk to you like that!

“You poor baby. At least you have your toy collection,” Shoko teases, sneaking in and brushing your hair back. “Extensive, too.”

You flip her off, peeking at the phone then and seeing Satoru's name pop up.

Study session?

“Dick session?” She asks, you gasp, as if affronted at such a suggestion.

“I would never assume such a thing!”

You hope so.

*****

It’s not.

No, it’s not a dick session at all.

It really is an actual goddamn study session – both of you were sitting there in Satoru’s living room, his place was far fancier than anywhere, but that came from him being the Dean’s very son. It intimidated you a little at first, but now you’ve grown comfortable, as he made you feel so special.

Today though?

Well, you can’t focus on anything but how badly you’d love to kneel and suck your nerdy boyfriend, his thighs spread wide all slutty.

God his legs are long.

You bet his cock is-

“And this equation?” Satoru teasingly asks you, distracting you from your slutty freaking brain.

You're not even sure what stumbles out of your mouth for an answer, without saying how thick you think the circumference of his cock must be.

That is something you’ve done with your past experiences, and you know you’re good at it. You could easily deep throat a man and you wanted to see his cock so damn bad – could he be a challenge, though?

Your eyes drift down his chest, he peeks at you curiously.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asks casually, spinning his pen between his fingers and studying you. “Hard question?”

“Um… yeah, a very hard time…”

Stop that! Stop looking at his dick print!

“The question is hard?”

“Uh… the question… yes.” You feel like a damn pervert every time you’re around him, can’t you chill and let things happen when they happen?

He sighs and stands up, stretching his arms up over his head, his abdomen revealed when his dress shirt rides up, showing those little v cuts that make your ovulating brain just a million times worse. It’s like you’re in heat. It's so pathetic right now – maybe you should avoid him till it stops.

“Let’s take a break then.”

“Yeah?”

He chuckles at how eager you are at the thought and comes up to you, leaning down with a hand on each arm of your chair, tilting his head so some of that soft white hair falls over his forehead. You brush a bit of it back and he kisses your palm, lips warm and sweet.

“You’ve been such a good girl, how can I not treat you a bit?” Your heart hammers in your chest, until those next words spill from his lips. “Boba?”

“What? Huh?” You blink as he eases back, pulling up his phone and leaning against the desk. “Boba??”

“Yeah, Boba, I’ll buy you some, I know you love it,” he smiles curiously as you bury your face in your hands. “No Boba? Matcha then?”

“I’m um…” About to cum if he touches you once even. “No, I guess Boba is fine. Thanks Toru.” you manage to say, thighs pressing together, Satoru frowns, kneeling now and gently taking your hands off your face, seeing your blush.

“Are you sick!? You’re all flushed!”

“I’m not-”

“You’re burning,” he touches your cheek in concern, and you almost fucking feel bad – you’re not sick, you’re ovulating. “Baby girl, let’s get you to a doctor right now!"

“No, no I feel fine, I’m not warm because of that,” you shift in your seat and whine out at just that friction. “Promise.”

He frowns and watches you carefully. “You’re hurting, it could be the start of something!”

“Well yeah I hurt,” you sigh as he spreads your thighs and kneels between them, shoving at him. “You’ll make it even worse down there.”

“I’ll make what worse, exactly? Your…” He trails off then, seeing your panties and blushing himself, pink dancing across his high cheekbones and dusting them in that rose. “Y-your… your panties are so… uh… s-soaked and…”

You should freak out at this proximity, at just how much he can finally see of you, but all you can do is whine again, as his eyes shoot back up to yours. “I’m okay, promise.”

“Am I neglecting my pretty girlfriend?” He asks softly, just a little nervous. Satoru has never touched anyone but you, but he’s extensively studied the female anatomy, and how to make you cum.

He just wanted your first time to be perfect.

That’s why he was waiting – the last thing he needed was for you to not enjoy your first time, though he knows you’re a little more experienced than he is – Satoru’s hardly kissed anyone before you. Not because he couldn’t – he just had no interest in that sort of thing until he met you – and even then, he really couldn’t find the damn courage to ask you out forever.

“No I’m being a damn pervert,” you cover your face and he chuckles at that.

“You’re being a what, now?”

You sink into the seat, mumbling. “You heard me.”

He’d been your best friend for so long, thinking there was no chance in the world – always jerking his cock with any article of clothing you’d leave in his room, like a filthy depraved pervert – and you think you were one perverted here?

Does him wanting the timing to be just right making you think that?

Satoru exhales softly, just a hint of what he wants to say slipping from his plump lips.

“What, do you touch your little pussy thinking of me?”

His voice has you lowering your hands, he spreads those thighs and slides up your skirt, making you moan out, head falling back, your hands gripping the arms of the chair even tighter.

“Wha-?” You can’t even finish your damn word.

“Asked you a question, baby.”

“God,” he’s diabolical without knowing – or maybe he does know. You’re trembling as you lean back, letting his thumb brush on your clit and gasping at the touch, already getting slick from a brush on your skin. “What question?”

“Not paying attention, tsk,” he clicks his tongue and his teeth nip your inner thigh, sinking in and making you whine out. “Do you touch her?”

“Y-yes,” he hums a bit, tugging your panties up until your lips are visible, that dark spot growing as slick starts pouring. “Please…”

“Be patient, baby,” he leans back now, smirking at you. “Show me?”

“Are you sure you…”

“Please? I wanna see so bad,” you blush now, you masturbate sure – but not in front of people! “I’ll show you?”

“Show me you um… jerking off?”

“Yeah, I mean… yeah?” You sigh a bit.

“Toru…”

“Mmm?”

“Why don’t I um… suck you?” He is bright red now, he’s almost busting just thinking of your mouth – that won’t do. His first blow job and he busts in one go!? No, Satoru has to jerk it three times before he gets the privilege of fucking your pretty little mouth, of feeling your pink tongue on him.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet? But you’re so hard,” you giggle and tease him with your foot nudging his thigh, he glares and catches it, shoving it wide. “Not yet, then. So you just wanna see me touch myself?”

“God yes, dreamed of that since…” He trails off then, he doesn’t want to admit just how long he’s jerked off to you, because it was before you even knew who Satoru Gojo was. “Lemme see.”

“Okay…” you lean back, running your fingertips over your panties, slipping underneath and leaning your head back, eyes fluttering shut, hearing Satoru’s soft little whine. “Toru…”

“Fuck,” he thought he could handle this, but he’s utterly failing, he can’t even see your pretty pussy and he’s already throbbing, leaking so much pre it hurts, sticking to his brand new digimon boxers. “You’re s’pretty, sweetheart.”

You blush as you look at him with dazed eyes, running little circles right around your puffy clit, coated in hot slick as it dribbles out of your panties. He swipes some of it on his fingers, studying it carefully, his tongue going to lap at it, moaning as the sweetness coats his tongue.

“Oh you’re t-tasting me,” it makes you needier, until you have to plunge two fingers inside your messy, quivering hole, that loud squelch echoing in your ears. He’s gripping your thigh with one hand bruising until you cry out.

“Fuck, so s-sorry… baby I hurt… y-you…”

“No, no, like it,” he moans and puts his hand back on your thigh, squeezing again so hard it aches. He's jerking his cock faster, whining out when he sees your slick fingers pull out of your panties. You press your cum soaked fingers to his lips and he eagerly wraps them around, sucking them off. “Toru…”

“So sweet, my pretty girlfriend,” his glasses fog up when he leans down, licking your inner thigh that is trembling, sliding higher until his tongue is on you – but it's not on your skin, it's on the soaked cotton of your panties.

“Fuck…” he moans as he gets those juices that are spilling through the fabric, his and squeezing his own cock as your thighs sit over his shoulders. 

“More, please,” you're tugging at his hair so hard it hurts, bucking up your hips for more. “I need you, please.”

“Such a needy girlfriend,” he murmurs, thumb circling his drooling tip, looking up at you with desperation in his pretty blue eyes. “You want me to lick it more for you?”

Your answer is a little nod, even having him lick you over your panties is more than you've ever had done, and fuck it feels good. Sinful as he trails a long, slow stripe over the fabric, the tip stopping right over your twitchy clit, his moan is muffled against the damp cotton.

“Toru!” He's lost in your scent, in that taste, the little hints of lace decorating your panties rough against his tongue, the sound is fucking filthy.

Satoru tugs those panties up more firmly, strings of gossamer saliva dripping and dissolving, peering up at you with flushed cheeks. “Like that, baby? Is this what you were thinking about instead of studying?”

Your only answer is to nod quickly, a jerky little motion as he sees those puffy lips just swallowing the damp material. He swipes his tongue over and over, the heat and wetness of his mouth making your entire body tremble. You feel it heating up, hearing the messy sounds of his own cock fucking his fist, wishing it were your throat instead.

"Oh god, Toru," you whimper out it so pathetically, your hands tangling in his soft white hair, fluffy and silky underneath your touch, trying to pull him closer, to shove his face where you need it. “Not enough, mnh!”

He chuckles against your puffy cunt, the vibration and the quick lave of his tongue have you on edge. Pulse racing as he had the audacity to tease you, landing a wet smack on your cunt that had you pathetic.

"Ah - ah," he clicks his tongue, catching your wrists in one of his stupidly large hands and pinning them against your waist, smirking at you in a way that's utterly not dirty at all. "No touching yet, sweetheart. I'm taking my time with you."

“Meanie,” he chuckles again, but you love it – feeling that strength as he grips you so tight. “My panties are ruined, Toru.”

“Mmm. Yes they are,” he tugs them again, looking at how wet the material is, just a pathetic little scrap of fabric with your juices pouring.

Instead of showing you mercy and moving them, he just presses them further against you again, tongue shoving that fabric until it's flush with your needy clit, you swear you can feel his tastebuds as that tongue drags through the fabric, pausing everywhere that has you jerking and honing in.

Like this nerdy boy is studying you.

Oh. He is.

He's methodical, almost clinical with his research of your needy, clothed cunt just separated by this pathetic little piece of fabric, his tongue pressing more firmly against your soppy lil hole. She is pulsing around nothing, torturous strokes, pressing his fingers up and down, you're hot and sticky underneath his touch.

“Toru!” Your wrists are still pinned, his cock forgotten even though it's dripping down onto the soft, plush rug below his knees. Satoru finds your clit again and looks up under snowy lashes, you watch the drips of slick connect with that wickedly long tongue.

“Mmm. I bet I could see myself inside you,” he whispers, you suck in a breath at that, as if he is measuring the distance of your entrance to your belly button, easing your wrists to tug up your top, nipping your puffy lips over the fabric. “Scientifically.”

“Then experiment, scientifically.” He chuckles like the little shit he is, finding your clit once more, a hand pressing where he imagines his cock would bulge out.

“You are so needy f'me, s'pretty like this,” his words slur as he wraps his plump lips around your twitchy clit, barely concealed and swollen underneath the cotton material that is dripping wet. He pulls it in his mouth and sucks it hard through your panties, humming against you.

You're aching, cunt filling his hungry mouth as your hands land back on his hair, his movements making you cry out and buck your hips against his mouth for more.

“So sweet right now, god, look at that…”

Satoru is so close to cumming when he grabs his cock at the base again, squeezing so goddamn hard – he could almost bet that if he felt your cunt without the fabric, he'd spurt his white ropes everywhere.

Make a mess of you.

“Mnh. You close, sweetheart?”

Your answer is a jerky little nod, as he keeps torturing you with this fucking barrier, his teeth grazing that tiny clit ever so lightly through the fabric, making you scream out, your head falling back. Your panties are absolutely ruined now, utterly transparent with your slick and his spit coating them, your sweet little cries rushing through his ears.

Satoru? Well, he laps at the mess he's making happily, his tongue coating the entire area in circles that deliberately avoid that spot until you're twitching, tears falling down your cheeks.

"Such a messy girl," he moans out those words, eyes black when they peek up at you, his voice husky as your slick clings to his lips. "Soaking these pretty little panties f’me.”

“Please, Toru… move ‘em please,” he smirks and decides to have mercy on you, tugging them to the side of one of your lips and exhaling, watching the slick drool and spill down. You gasp as the air hits your cunt, already aching and needy, the dampness making it a cool shock.

“Fuck, you're so pretty,” he murmurs, his cock just about to bust without his touch, he glides his tongue from your ass all the way to your clit, looking right up at you. “Is this what you were thinking of, hmm? My tongue inside you?”

“Your cock, too,” he chuckles against you, but just a couple more flicks has you close, as he spreads your cunt wide, studying your every expression.

“Look at that. My slutty little girlfriend.”

Satoru is trying his best to hold it together, but when his tongue glides into your gummy walls and they grip him, he's too far gone, slurping up every bit of the cum that just pours out. You shatter so damn pretty, squirting all over his face, dripping down his chin until it's glossy, his cock starts pulsing right with your hole, imagining her milking him.

“F-fuckk….”

“Toru, mnh! S'good I… please…” You’re overheated, body sensitive, it’s just not enough, even with his tongue lavishing every bit of your pussy.

Not enough.

“Please what, baby? Mnh,” he grips his veiny cock as he cums with his tongue on your clit, more of your mess drenching his throat, his face, his shirt. His white ropes coat his hand, lashes fluttering shut as he savors your jumping clit in his mouth, whining against you.

“Want your cock in my mouth, Toru please…” he exhales, breath making you jolt, looking up at you with a blush.

“I um…” he leans back on his knees and you see the mess, blushing at it. 

“I didn't touch you though…”

“Didn't need to,” he's clearly a little embarrassed, you take his cum soaked hand then – dripping white – and wrap your mouth around one of his thick fingers. “Oh fuck…”

You suck him right off, tasting that salty white substance and moaning as it hits your taste buds. Satoru pulls back and laps it off his own fingers, before kissing you right with it, the mess spilling between your mouths and dripping down.

Satoru Gojo – your nerdy boyfriend with an insane Digimon collection was a fucking freak, greedily drinking his own cum off your mouth.

You’re trembling when the door knocks, and you faintly remember that he has ordered you boba. He’s the epitome of a perfect boyfriend after that, considerate, caring, cleaning the little rivulets of your own release from your inner thighs – you’re stuck back on the opposite side of the bed, cuddling him and watching a movie.

Satoru even has the audacity to snore after, heavy body wrapping as you ache to get filled by him – at least the movie was so damn boring you drift off right next to him.

****

“I’m gonna die a virgin,” you mumble to Shoko and Utahime the next weekend, aside from more heated kisses and grinding on Satoru’s thigh after your well planned out dates – nothing.

You’re aching.

How much use could your rose toy really see!? And now you even have two more toys going along with it, though you doubt any of them are getting close to Satoru and how good he must feel. No ‘clit sucker’ could come close to what that nerdy little mouth could do.

“You look like you’re dying, girl, damn…” Utahime earns your glare. “Is it that bad?”

“He finally got me off and…” You blush now, unable to finish your sentence, remembering his tongue drinking up your juices.

“Does he know what a clit is?”

“Very much so, it was so good.”

They look surprised.

“You all have no clue, he really was,” Shoko laughs at that, leaning back and hitting the vape, handing it over to you. “No, no.”

“You need a smoke, sweets,” you grimace, brushing your hair back, pacing back and forth as the two girls watch you, snuggling with each other. “You’re pacing holes in the carpet.”

“I can’t handle this, I just… god I wanna suck his dick, is it so terrible? He hasn’t even let me touch it. I sound like a horny ass man, I hate it. I wanna respect him, I really do.”

“You wanna respect him with his cock in your throat?” Shoko finishes.

“Yes. I mean!? I will respect him without the cock in my mouth! You two are menaces.”

They’re laughing like the brats they are, blowing smoke in each other’s mouths, you damn near moan in frustration. Satoru’s gotten you off that one time, then since then he has gone right back to worshipping you in the sweet way he always did, as if you’ll what – forget about his tongue?

His stupidly long fingers…

The cum on your tongue that you lapped right off!?

The taste.

“Ugh -” you lean back and sink further into the couch. “I really am gonna die.”

“Can’t die, we’ve got that party tonight,” Utahime teases, kissing Shoko’s lips and giggling just a bit, you pout at the two of them.

In public Satoru would kiss your hand at best.

Where on earth even had that freak come from that spit his cum in your mouth last week!? He’s all gone again – the pocket protector wearing Nerd Gojo in his place, like some twin fucking took over for a minute.

“I can’t go to a party and get drunk, I’ll make a fool of myself around him, one drink and my pussy has a mind of its own…” You finally sit down, plopping back into the seat. “I feel like a pervert.”

“You are! Let’s just call you fucking pervy Sage.”

“Hey!” You glare at Utahime, Shoko is inhaling another puff of smoke, you cough just a bit. 

“Hah – Sanji from One-”

“Don’t even!? I’m not that bad,” you huff at her, frowning now. “I swear I'm not trying to be pervy. God, what is in this weed?”

“Hmm,” Shoko tugs Utahime on her lap. “I wonder if he's scared you'll like … bite his dick.”

“You're so fucking mean,” you cough a little more, eyes watering as you scowl at the two of them.

“Look slutty, like really slutty,” Shoko walks up now, tilting your chin up and crooking her lips up at the corner. “Something that screams – fuck me.”

“He licked my panties and didn’t even…”

“Really slutty,” Utahime agrees, tapping her chin. “Ooh! I know, I have the perfect outfit in mind, that little black dress of yours.”

“But it’s too small for me now! It’s from like high school, and thanks to you two cooking all the time, my hips-”

“Exactly.”

“Exactly what? Oh…”

You trail off now, realizing what everyone knew – that Satoru loves your hips, he grabbed on to them every chance he got, even when he was just a little bit shy.

“Okay…”

They kiss again in front of you, laughing a bit, making you lovesick for your man – your nerdy man who you wish would kiss you in that way, tongues all dripping. It’s not even fair.

“All lovey dovey, fuck you both.”

They’re so hot and rude laughing at you – you decide to just disappear, you don’t need your hot ass best friends making out in front of you when you’re already in pain from the constant edging from Satoru. You are rushing to your room and trying on outfit after outfit, before finally deciding on the exact fucking one they brought up.

You would look as sexy as you could and hopefully get your boyfriend to not be able to resist you.

But also you’ll respect his decision, dammit! You can wait as long as he wants to, even if you were absolutely gonna put your tits and ass out there for him. Looking in the mirror and touching up your lipstick, swiping a finger across your lower lip to smudge it just a tad.

“Oh damn you look hot, Sanji,” Utahime says when you come out.

“I am not Sanji.”

“You are.”

“Fuck you both!”

*****

Satoru can’t keep his damn eyes off you.

Fuck you’re pretty tonight.

That damn little black dress clinging to your skin is fucking ruining Satoru’s mind, brain short circuiting as the two of you navigate the insanely packed frat house, one of his hands on the small of your back protectively. People are all bumping into everyone, stumbling around, absolutely no chance he lets someone hurt you by accident.

Moreso, Satoru Gojo can’t get his fucking hands off you, no, he can feel your warmth right through the thin layer of cotton material, fingers splaying across it. He reminds himself in his head over and over just what a horrible thing it would be to fucking take your first time at a frat party, even as he has to adjust his cock, turning from you to face the wall for a moment.

“Everything okay, Toru?” You ask softly, hand on his back, he laughs, a fake and terrible attempt at being normal, turning right back around to you.

“Me!? Yes, yes. Do you need a drink, babydoll?” He asks.

The music kicks on as he speaks, and all you can see are his plump lips forming words, ringing from how damn loud they’re blaring the worst dance music known to man. “What!!”

“A drink!!”

“Huh?”

“A DRINK-”

The music pauses for just a minute, switching to something else but leaving multiple people to stare at Nerdy Gojo shouting.

You blink a bit at his shouting, he swears he’ll kill Suguru and Nanami for having the audacity to fucking laugh at him and his pain. Them smoking weed earlier and trying to give him every tip known to man on how to bury said tip right against that surely cute little cervix.

As if Satoru hadn’t studied extensively.

“Yes, please,” you smile all pretty, letting him guide you through, he just about loses it from the sheer amount of eyes locked onto you, gripping you just a little too tight, feeling the curve of those breedable hips underneath his fingertips.

Imagine having them bent over, his hands fit so perfect-

No, he can make it another night, a dumb frat party was not the time or place for something so precious as your first time. Even if you smell that good, and you’re dancing all over him, giggling, your ass brushing right against where his cock has tented his dark jeans.

Your drink in one hand, the other in his as he pulls you against him, for a nerdy boy, Gojo can absolutely move his body. You feel so goddamn good against him, with your waist in his grip now, his lips pressed against your ear – he can inhale that sweet scent you just naturally fucking have.

That’s when he realizes he’s about to cum if your ass rubs up on his cock one more damn time with those heels making you tall enough, he could bend you over and slide it right in. God he bets you’re so wet too.

Satoru has to pull back, making you blink just a bit in confusion, he downs the rest of his drink, smiling apologetically.

“Bathroom, sweetheart.”

“Oh, um… okay, want me to-”

Satoru runs the fuck off.

Maybe you’re doing too much, shit… you were absolutely grinding all up on Satoru because you were craving him so bad. You needed to give him more time! If the roles were reversed, you know he would, even if he may want to as badly as you do. Going to pour yourself a shot, you throw it back and let your eyes shut, sighing just a bit as it burns your throat.

You need to ease up and let Satoru take his time, even if you have to press your thighs together to resist the needy urge of rubbing your cunt on anything right now.

Maybe you are fucking Sanji.

*****

Satoru’s leaned back on the door, unzipping his pants and seeing his reddened cockhead, and just how fucking swollen it is. He’s jerking his cock desperately, whimpering out as the door gets knocked on, banged on in fact by fucking Sukuna of all people.

“Gotta take a piss man, stop jerking it.”

“I’m not!? I’m pissing right now – w-wait,” Satoru is jerking it of course, but how dare Sukuna call him out on it. Dickhead fratboy that he is, he’s chuckling outside of the door, but none of it is getting rid of Satoru’s throbbing erection.

He’s just way too needy, too sensitive, he can see his reflection in the mirror – those flushed pink cheeks. Sukuna thankfully fucks off, but Satoru can't even cum with just his hand, not when he knows your little fist would feel so much better, when your mouth and pussy would grip him.

No, Satoru is left tortured.

*****

You are alone for some time, concerned if he was somehow drunk or sick when the leader of the frat – the slutty ass, pink haired jock named Sukuna comes up to you, sipping his cup and flickering his red eyes up and down your face.

“Hmm, Gojo left you all alone?”

“And?” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him now, he smirks just a bit, leaning close. “He’s busy. Okay?”

“Mmm… yeah,” he peeks over his shoulder now, then looks right back down at you. “So.”

“So, what?”

He grins all big. “Wanna play beer pong?”

“Beer pong?”

“Mhm,” he tugs at a little lock of your hair. “Bet I stomp your ass at it. Look like such a good girl.”

“Hah you think I've never been to a party!?”

“Never seen you before aside from with your nerdy lover boy,” he pours you a drink now and inclines his head.

“I've partied, just… usually me and Toru are busy.”

He snorts at that.

So busy your boyfriend is jerking his cock in the bathroom.

“I see, so busy, huh?”

“Yes but…” you curse now, shaking your head. Satoru has been gone fifteen minutes and won't answer a text, a game of beer pong wouldn't hurt. “Fine then.”

It doesn’t take long until there is an entire gathering of people to watch you absolutely annihilate Ryomen Sukuna in beer pong, to the point he is fucking furious. You're landing the pong ball in every cup, decimating the entire frat at a certain point, giggling as you study them, down to the last shot, against Sukuna again.

“Beginners luck or some shit,” he’s fucking furious – you swear you see his vein ticking underneath his jaw.

Satoru is still not here.

You’re worried but you’re also enjoying the cheers, especially when you land that last one, giggling as the frat brothers who were talking all that shit about the nerdy girlfriend of Satoru moments before are now staring in disbelief. With one final, perfect arc, the ball splashes into the last cup. 

It really is beginner's luck.

But.

Also, fuck Sukuna.

"Damn, girl!" someone yells, and you take a little bow, rubbing it right in Sukuna’s face now, who is slamming down the rest of his beer.

Surely he drank enough to get annihilated – but somehow still standing just normal, big ass man has some insane tolerance because those eyes look completely aware.

"Guess I'm not such a good girl after all, huh?" you tease Sukuna, who's standing there looking down at you, setting the cup down and crushing it.

“Hmmm,” his red eyes dilate just a bit as he steps closer to you, suddenly making you feel just a bit nervous.

Satoru hates Sukuna.

It’s well known, since high school the two of them have been overcompetitive and absolutely insane against each other. He’d be fucking furious if he saw you anywhere near him at all. You peek and see him across the crowd then, getting a text from Shoko blinging on your phone.

He’s really mad.

He is.

You get another text now from Utahime, biting down on your lower lip.

Make him jealous and maybe you’ll get dicked down, Sanji.

“I’m not Sanji,” Sukuna raises a brow, lips twitching. “I’m not.”

“Sanji? Who the fuck is that?”

“One piece?”

“Nerd – hey, wait,” you’re turning and he grabs your wrist for just a moment. “Shit, I mean… you’re right, you’re not a good girl, huh?”

“I sure beat your ass,” you say, pausing when he reaches out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush a stray piece of hair back from your face, rough knuckles brushing against your cheek for a second too long.

"You did, you're full of surprises, brat.”

“Brat? Whatever…”

You can feel Satoru’s eyes on you – you’d pull back, but part of you wonders if making him jealous would bring that freak out that spit cum in your mouth – maybe you are a brat. You sip your drink, remaining normal.

“I’m dating Satoru, you’re too close.”

“Would nerdy ass Satoru know what to do, how to handle your ass?” He taunts, your eyes narrow, his laugh echoing despite the music as your boyfriend starts shoving his way through. “Show you that digimon collection?”

“I’m very pleased, thank you.”

“You look like you need to get your attitude fucked right out of you,” your fingers itch to slap him now. “If he fucks up, you know where to find me.”

“No thank you, I- Toru!”

Satoru is between you and Sukuna, shoving him off and glaring right at him – perhaps the two tallest men at the party right face to face, Sukuna’s smirk making Satoru want to punch him.

“Why are you so close to my future wife?”

“Wife?” You blush and he glares at you.

“Yes, and baby momma – but you’re being a brat,” he whispers, Sukuna snorts at that.

“She is a brat.”

“You can’t call her that,” he shoves the big ass man and takes your hand now. “She has better shit to do than talk to you.”

“Aw, but we were having fun,” Satoru is dragging you away, you blink just a bit, almost scowling at Sukuna who blows you a kiss.

What a dick.

BUT.

Satoru is fuming, and he’s hot.

You’re so toxic!

“What’s wrong, Toru? I was just playing some beer pong,” you say all innocently, as he drags you past everyone, you’re struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Um… what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong!? Hah,” he’s laughing, psychotic and feral like you turned on a switch in his brain, when he finally starts getting some privacy. “Everything.”

“I don’t get it…”

“He was hitting on you,” Satoru yanks you away in the center of the party, you barely bite back your giggle at how excited you are to see him this way, looking ever so serious when he glares down at you.

Maybe you are evil, loving how mad he is, how jealous he is when he presses you against the hallway wall on the other side of the party, you can feel the music humming through the walls, but not as fast as your heart is racing looking up at your blue eyed boyfriend. Blue eyed angry boyfriend.

This isn't sweet Satoru at all, no – he's completely fucking unhinged, his chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths, cupping your face and jerking your chin to look up at him.

“You think he was?” You ask softly, making him raise a brow. “I thought he was just… being nice?”

You make him laugh without humor now, thumb brushing across your lip. “Are you being bratty, sweetheart? Teasing me, making me jealous?”

“What? No,” you straight up fucking lie to his face, batting your lashes all innocent and cute, but you can tell my that little smirk he doesn’t buy any of it for shit right now.

“No?”

“No, I was just talking, Toru. Isn't that fine?” You trail your hands up his chest, wrapping your fingers around to hook behind his neck, tugging him down to face you. “It’s fine for me to make friends, isn’t it?”

“Not when he's looking at these pretty tits,” he cups one, making you suck in a breath – your needy boyfriend is never this bold. “They're not his to look at.”

“Oh?” You lean forward now, tip toeing as he leans low, thumb brushing over a nipple, making it perk up for his touch. “Are they yours? Yours to look at?”

He’s losing it, his pulse hammering behind his ears, in his wrists, everywhere was hammering, his mouth practically salivating as he cups that tit right where anyone can see, big hand squishing it. You gasp out at the sensation, your lashes fluttering closed, little whines mingling against his lips.

“Yes, mine, every inch of you is mine,” Satoru shakes his head now with a soft laugh. “He thought he could dance with you. Kiss your lips? Lips that are mine.”

“All yours,” you open your eyes and giggle again, earning his scowl. “Sorry you're just so cute like this.”

Satoru blinks.

“Oh, I’m cute?”

You go to press a kiss when he snatches you up in one swoop, you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck now. Thighs trembling as he carries you to some room he finds, stumbling you in and shoving you right against the door.

“You think I'm cute,” he presses his cock against your slick heat, slutty little panties practically ruined for him, grinding his cock until you're gasping out. “Well I think that you're a brat.”

You gasp. “Me?”

Two people calling you that.

Well… maybe you are.

“You are bratty, with those pretty fucking lips,” he's kissing you filthy, tongues dancing, saliva dripping between you both, easing you down so that you slide against his body achingly slow. “Maybe I should shut your bratty mouth up.”

Oh fuck.

“Yes please?” He glares at your big fucking grin. 

“On your knees then, sweetheart,” you so eagerly obey, he laughs softly, his heart hammering in his chest, a mix of being utterly furious, nervous about his first time, and dumbstruck by the sight of your heart eyes. “Look at you, bein’ such a good girl – but are you really that desperate to suck me?”

“Please yes,” you have no shame – all you want is Satoru’s cock deep and buried in the back of your throat. “If you want though! C-consent.”

“As if I haven’t wanted this for years,” he shakes his head and tilts your chin up, sighing. “I wanted to do it all perfect, to lick and kiss every inch, worship your body until you were writhing, so fucking needy for it.”

Satoru unclicks his belt, the metallic click hitting your ears. “Mnh… years?”

"Years," he repeats softly, unbuttoning his jeans entirely too slow for you, you go to move your hands and he halts them with a little smack, you bite down on your lip, aching. “Hands on your thighs, you’ll listen to me for once, since you’ve been driving me so fucking crazy.”

“Me, making you crazy, really,” you do as he says though – eagerly – palms on your thighs, he laughs a bit, the sound of his zipper lowering echoing in the room even with the reverberating walls.

“You know every time you drag that messy cunt on me it ruins me, right?” He draws out that word, sighing now. "Every time you wore those little skirts and bent over, every time you'd bite your lip while concentrating…”

Satoru drags a thumb down your lip now, achingly slow against the plumpness that moves underneath it, your teeth nip on his thumb teasingly, and then you let him push your mouth open.

“Open real wide, sweetheart,” you do just that, and he can’t help but whimper as he presses down on your tongue, as if he’s studying the recesses of your open, eager mouth. “Wider, can’t you? For me?”

You listen eagerly, opening wide and fucking obscene, your tongue out for any bit of him he wants to give you, core just aching.

“Fuck, I've imagined this exact moment."

Satoru won’t tell you just how long he has, either, he swallows – just a bit nervous now.

“Suck,” you suck his digits, slurping them and moaning around them, imagining his cock instead, loving how dominant he’s being. “Stop.”

You obey, making him raise a brow.

“You like me tellin’ you what to do? Is that why you got me so fucking mad, so jealous, to have you listen?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, as he shoves his jeans down, and the hard, thick length of his bugle strains against the thin fabric of his boxers. “Pokemon? You traitor!”

“I can’t wait to shut your mouth up tonight,” you giggle at that, Satoru sighs and frowns at them, brushing your hair back a bit. “They were a gift, okay?”

“I’ll buy you digimon ones.”

“God, you’re so perfect,” you’re still giggling, when he gently smacks your face – the lightest little touch that has you almost moaning. “Open up again, yeah? Be a good girl, baby.”

“Mmm, yes,” you nod your head, doing just as he says – the side of freaky Satoru you only saw hints of last week when he’d lavished your panties with his long tongue.

“You got me jealous on purpose, yeah? Wore that slutty outfit to fucking ruin me, wanted cock in your throat that bad? Got me fucking leaking so much… fuck…”

Your answer is to keep that mouth open, leaning forward as you lap your tongue along the damp spot where his pre cum has already soaked through, right over a traitorous yellow pikachu. You’ll make more fun of that later, right now he’s jerking his hips, hissing at the drag of your cute lil tongue on him.

“Fuck…” You’re teasing him just like he did you – licking and sucking his tip over the damp cotton of his boxers. “Act so sweet and you’re evil, shouldn’t feel that good through that… mmm…”

Satoru’s letting you suck around his fat cockhead, slurping every bit of his white cum from it, tongue lolling right along that slit over and over.

“Torturing me back?”

“Yep,” you lick your lips, making him sigh, shaking his head now.

“Go on then, take what’s all yours…" his voice is low, hoarse damn near as he for the very first time pulls his cock out, letting it spring free, slapping against his lower abdomen with a loud, wet smack. “Can you fit all of it?”

You knew he’d be big.

You didn’t know he’d be that big, with his jeans undone all slutty, his pokemon boxers shoved down – his cock is perfect, just the right amount of thick and entirely too fucking long, with a prominent pale blue vein running along the underside. You’re literally drooling as he strokes it right in front of you, the head flushed a deep, pretty pink as it leaks white.

You’re soaked, fucking ruined.

“I can.”

You cannot.

Maybe?

You will try!

“Go on then, sweetheart, lemme see how good you can take all of me,” he chuckles as you lean forward without hesitation, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. “Teasin’ me more?”

You lap your tongue up, keeping your hands right where he asked you too, sliding underneath so you hit that frenum. His sharp inhale is met with his huge hand tugging in your hair so hard it hurts, pulling at the hairs on the nape of your neck.

“Fuck… greedy lil mouth,” he’s damn near slurring his words when you swirl your little tongue around the head, lapping up the salty taste of his cock underneath, brushing along that vein. He whimpers out when you wrap your lips around it and suck. “Oh my… f-fuck…”

Satoru loses it the first time you really suck his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, pushing you down further as his other hand rests on the doorway, beginning to move so that he’s choking you. You’re whining out, aching to touch your cunt so bad you slide your fingers down.

“So desperate,” he tuts his tongue, fucking your throat now, his cock slamming the back of it as tears spill. “B-baby, is this s’okay?”

You pull back as he does, with a wet, filthy pop, grinning. “I want it, all the way deep in my throat, Toru, I can take it.”

“You can take all of it in that tiny lil’ throat? When she’s this tight?” He whispers, your nod makes him glare now. “Have you done this?”

You blink a bit. “Yes?”

“Then I’ll fuck your throat so hard you’ll forget anything but me,” he takes you over now, slamming deep inside, you’re whimpering as one of his feet spread your thighs, and you’re soaking his black boot. “That’s it, rutting on my boot and taking cock like a little slut, hmm?”

“Mnhgh…” you’re done for, this is exactly what you needed, him railing your throat until you can’t think, until you’re gagging and tears are spilling.

“Look at me,” he orders softly, you do just that as he presses deep, sniffling as you try to take all of him, he hisses as he feels his tip stretching that tight throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. “You know I fucking love you? And respect you?”

You giggle around him and he glares.

“You have to know if I’m gonna say all this,” you pull back again, fingers all coated in your slick, gliding it along his sticky tip.

“I know you love me, Toru. I love you…” He sighs, touching your cheek. “I love you talking to me this way, you could be meaner.”

“Oh? Fuck my frustration on your throat?”

“Please?”

“You’re ruining me,” he mumbles, slamming right back inside, now that he knows you’re okay, he can lose control, see how much you can take, as you grind on that shoe, nails now pressing in the muscles of his thighs, jeans slipping down. “Want our first time to really be right against this door? Shove your slutty skirt up and ruin your cunt for fuckin’ anyone?”

God, Satoru’s sexy like this, fogged glasses and all.

Your answer is to take him all the way, your nose brushing against the white hair, the tufts of it tickling your nose, he’s stuttering now, unable to stop himself from fucking faster, harder, the wet sounds mixing with his whines. He doesn’t hold them back, either, every time he does he feels a fresh gush of wetness even over that leather, he can see it shimmering as he pulls back and slaps his cock on your mouth.

“Slutty girl, this all f’me, huh? Not that fucking loser downstairs?”

“All you.”

“Hold that tongue out,” you do just that, and Satoru slaps his tip on your tongue over and over, as you keep grinding on him. “Can’t believe you’re this much of a pretty little whore, god I thought you were a good girl?”

“Toru… please…”

“Please what?” You just keep rubbing. “Desperate, fuck… stand up.”

You can hardly do that when he helps you by tugging you up, spitting directly in your mouth, you swallow it greedily, earning his pathetic moan as he turns you, shoving you against that door. “Mnh!”

“Stop me before I fill all your fucking holes with cum,” he’s kissing down your neck, his glasses cool against your neck, whines escaping his lips as he shoves that slutty lil dress up the gentle curve of your hip. “All of them, I’ll have your cunt drippin’, your throat full, fuck that ass while I’m at it.”

“Mngh, please, please,” it’s all you can do but to arch.

“That needy?” He’s tugging your panties to the side, dragging his tip up and down over and over, moans escaping his lips when he bends down, turning your face to him. “First time in a frat house against a door? You’re so wet do I even need to finger you right now?”

“Already did,” you answered, he laughs, shaking his head and kissing you, rubbing even more, teasing your slit with the fat head of his cock until you’re weak, your thighs shaking. “Please, please….”

“Please what, fuck your cunt for the first time? That’s what you’ve been wanting, me to lose it, huh?”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, teasing even more, mouth messy and mean as he bumps your clit, until you squirt right down his length, dripping all down the carpet.

Sukuna’s carpet – it’s his room you faintly notice, as you see the little pictures on the walls.

You wonder if Satoru meant that.

“Squirting already, haven’t even fucked you yet,” he pulls back and bends down, slamming his cock so deep you scream out, head falling back as he tugs your hair, making your ass arch out as he fills you. “Oh my g-god… baby…”

“Toru,” he lets you adjust to his thickness, the very first time your cunt has ever been filled – and this wasn’t how he wanted to do it.

He wanted to stretch you out – one finger, two, then three – but you’re so soaked you suck him right in. Such a tight, perfect fit he can hardly take it, bending down to press sweet kisses on your bare shoulders, easing back and shoving in again, taking your hand and placing it on your tummy, pressing so you feel it all.

“Feel me here?” He asks softly, desperately – worried for a moment with how tight you are that he’s hurt you, but your answer is to look back at him with those slutty, parted lips and dilated eyes, nodding. “Who’s inside you?”

“You, Toru.” you answer, cunt spasming as she’s already close, his body overtaking you, wrapping and tugging, shoving even deeper.

“Who’s first?”

“You.”

“Who’s gonna make this cunt stretch out?”

“Y-you and… ah!”

“Mine, mine… fuck you’re all mine,” Satoru gave you that minute to adjust, a last mercy before your nerdy boyfriend fucking loses his mind. “Mine, this pretty body, this perfect pussy… you… mine…”

“Yours,” you whisper it over and over as Satoru fucks your messy cunt, even though it’s hard to take, you’re so full it feels perfect, letting his hand wrap your throat, fingers pressing on either side of your windpipe. “Ah!”

“Hah – such a perfect fit, made f’me,” he’s fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, cock gliding in and out of your sticky, gummy walls, fucking you so goddamn messy it's dripping down between your thighs. “B-babyyy…”

You arch for more when he pulls out of your cunt with a filthy squelch and you whine from the loss. “Back in, please…”

He lifts and carries you to the bed, thighs shoved wide, feral now as he shoves back inside and sees himself moving inside you. Every slick glide smoothing your puffy cervix, until she is bruised and aching, that dress shoved higher, panties tugged firmly to the side. He uses both to move in you, laughing as you gasp out, as your thighs tremble.

“Aw, is it too much, sweetheart? Too deep?”

Feral Satoru is here, mixed with sweet Toru, but his cock is anything but sweet – the way it stretches you out, fucking ruins you, pummels your cunt so deep you’re about to cum all over his length, already sensitive.

“Mhm!”

“Full of me?”

“Nghhhh…”

You don't know how the fuck else to answer, it all is entirely too much, the way he can see his cock print, his insane laugh, those blue eyes glittering with the frames fallen off. So blue it hurts to look at, eyes almost threatening to close.

“Nuh-uh, eyes on me, that's it,” Satoru keeps pumping into your cunt, leaning up to shove your thighs against your tits, smushing them as he fucks you dumb.

He knows it too.

“Can't think?”

“mmm, nnnhhh,” your answer is pathetic and just a babble really, as your nerdy, once virgin boyfriend pummels your messy, needy cunt until she's stuffed so full it hurts. Your nails pressing into biceps, digging in as he stretches your puffy lips on it.

“Can’t even fucking talk – already?” Your eyes roll back in your skull as his cock ruins your pussy, so deep you do feel him all over.

“Gonna pump you so full, hah will you finish college without me breeding your cunt?” Satoru Gojo is batshit insane, as he leans over you, bending you so that you're folded in half under his heavy weight. “What would you do then, hmm? If I breed your slutty cunt? Make you mine.”

“Want it, mmm,” you’re utterly fucking shameless about it, feeling his bruising grip, his cock getting creamy at the base as his heavy balls slap.

“Jerked it in the bathroom, had me so hard,” you bite down on your lip, gasps escaping your throat, eyes locked. “You love that, huh? Driving me insane, slutty dress, pretty body… god…”

He presses your thighs down enough to tug your tits out, gripping them and exhaling, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re peaks.

"Look at you," he pants, "taking my cock so well, pretty girl. You’re just such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

You can only moan in response, your body trembling as he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white, your answer is to grip his hips with your thighs, letting him cup your face, pumping you so full that you can feel it all over. Warm and hot when he whines out so pathetically in your ringing ears, slutty little moans falling from your lips.

“Takin’ all of it, god…” He kisses you even as you shatter, your cunt spasming all around his veiny length, milking him for every drop. “So fucking greedy. So needy.”

He leans down and captures your lips, spurts of cum still pouring, you can feel him twitching, nails pressing into the strong muscles of his back. “Toru… l-love… toru y-you…”

“Cock drunk, sweetheart?” He teases, like the menace he really is – but he also lovingly caresses your cheek. “You took me like you were made for me.”

“I did?” You’re so damn drunk off him you’re slurring your words, pussy achingly empty, feeling his cum slipping out.

“You did a very good job. Such a good girl.”

“Yay!”

Satoru snorts at you, shaking his head and peppering kisses, leaned up on an arm, his shirt half open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. “You’re s’cute… I wanted to take it easy your first time.”

“I loved it,” you admit, yawning now, peeking around the room. “Mmm, can we go home though?”

“Of course we will,” he kisses down your body though, breath ghosting your thighs, spreading them to watch the filthy mess of his cum pour out, groaning. “You’re wasting it all, baby.”

“Hmm? Ah!” Satoru scoops some of that mess up against his fingertips, shoving it right back inside your quivering hole. You’re gripping him tight, thighs clamping down on his hand, as he smirks. “Toru you’re… crazy…”

“Mmm, you really have no idea what I have wanted to do,” he clicks his tongue, pushing that cum deep again, watching your every expression. “Gonna keep you so full of cum it’ll drip everywhere.”

Satoru does not just fuck you once, no – he makes sure to bend you over in the backseat of his car, fucking cum back inside. Once you're at his house he is pumping ropes of cum on your tits, laughing at how messy you get coated in white, before spreading it all over your body.

Satoru fingers and fucks all that cum inside until you're a trembling mess in his arms, passing out and snoring.

“So funny you started all this but then couldn't keep up, hmm?” He teases softly, cleaning you up, cock sore from how you gripped him, how much he came. But even the sight of milky drops escaping your hole had him damn near twitching back to life, groaning against your skin.

*****

“Good morning,” your nerdy boyfriend is littered in pretty kiss marks, indentions of your teeth all down his neck, a loopy smile on his face as he stands there shirtless, glasses firmly back on.

“Oh! Good morning…” you thought you'd be the one to ruin Satoru Gojo, ride his cock till he whimpered and cried from overstimulation.

You had no clue he'd fuck you so good you couldn't sit up right without his help, cupping your face and leaning down to kiss your lips, tilting your chin up and smirking. You're a mess.

A pretty mess.

Hair fucked up, covered in fingerprints and hickies, taking the coffee he brings and sipping it, sighing as it hits your tongue. “Mmm… good morning.”

“Don't you look pretty in my bed?” He muses, smirking on his features. “I wonder what Sukuna thought of his bed covered in your squirt.”

A blush heats up your cheeks. “I didn't squirt that much!?!?!”

“You really did,” you shove him playfully, giggling then. “My cum too though.”

“You did it on purpose, his room!”

“Me? Never.”

Satoru absolutely did.

That's what Sukuna gets for hitting on his girlfriend, dried up cum all on his blankets – as if he could handle you ❤️

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new member of the fambily..........

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i know im lowkey freaky but..

thanks for making that boobs + shoko fic.. heh.

i like that it didn't shy away from the physical aspects of it, like leg hair + stretch marks, the discomfort of pregnancy, etc..

appreciate it lots! thank you.

TYSM nonnie 😭 i tried my best including things off the top of my head and looking at so many mommy blogs and sites, plus having to learn all about postpartum sex and partner assisted lactation lolol (😰😰 a new world)

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HIII , your shoko fic (both of them) was so good oh my gee💛

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shoko loves your nursing boobs ☆ pairings, mom!shoko x mom!reader contents, 18+ ! mdni : lactation kink, shoko loves tits n' thighs, body praise, sensitivity, handsy shoko, shoko drinks milk to be strong ⋮ 1.5k wc authors note, haha i'm bad at these things but i liked reading these sort of fics & wanted to write more of mommy shoko 😭 sorry if it’s not great im trying to get better it just feels awkward for me sometimes... merp, well here's my attempt 🏷️ @yorikae @lotuscy @sugusplaything @ninhotrufado

shoko stares at you like a lion watches a gazelle in an open savanna. she literally can’t help herself. how could she?

your daughter was chubby as ever, but despite her cheeks that seem stuffed with marshmallow and wrists decorated with rolls— her appetite was comically small. that left you engorged most days and sifting around laundry with milk stains down the front.

so coming home to you in her shirt, neckline ready to burst and milk staining through the fabric— it’s her favorite sight nowadays. her long shifts drag even longer just thinking of you at home and how pretty you’ve gotten.

you never liked letting things go to waste. it’s always been a habit and shoko used to frown when you’d tell her to scrape the plate for every last bite.

the thought of wasting your breastmilk? you hated it. your daughter loves milk! unfortunately your supply was far too much for her and pumping exhausted you as it felt like that was all you do nowadays. today was no different.

your wife watches you from the doorway, steam rising up as you sink deeper into the tub with a grimace and scrunched nose. your heavy chest bobs at the surface— beads of milk glisten on your hardened nipples, casting a white film to the water. “doesn’t look very comfortable.” shoko pokes at you and rolls her sleeves up. you pout, “not at all.”

after searching countless mommy blogs, you heard milk baths were good. so your baby girl got one and so did you.

suddenly shoko’s unbuttoning her jeans, shimmying out of them, metal hitting the floor. she slips off her shirt and tugs down her panties and greets you with an eyeful. “move over a little.” you huff, sitting up while she sits behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. shoko gives you a small smile, acting cute.

her chin rests on your shoulder and her hands spread over your hips, “i missed you.” shoko sighs. “uh huh.” you puff your cheeks at her confession.

those hands of hers wander, squeezing your plusher thighs under the water. “i can feel that you missed me,” you lean back against her chest, “a lot.” she smiles sheepishly. shoko kisses your shoulder lazily, placing open mouthed kisses to your wet skin. she’s been so obsessed with you lately.

she cups your tits, one tit bigger and heavier than the other, swollen tight with milk. “i couldn’t finish up…” you murmur with a wince. shoko looks down at you in total awe. your breath hitches as your chest is so sensitive— everything is now after having your daughter. shoko is unbearable about that fact.

her hand slowly rubs the underside before squeezing more firmly, kissing your neck as she does so. you rest your head back and your shoulders loosen, feeling sore skin soften at her touch. warmth spreads on your chest as milk drips into your colder bath. “let me help.” she offers.

you snort, “you just like my bits and bobs.” you gasp at her starting to work on the other breast.

“correct.” she checks your reaction. “sho!” your wife is so shameless…

shoko’s thumb pad rubs down to your nipple, “what?” she asks, “i’m honest!” she kisses you before you could protest again, greedily and tasting faintly of her nicotine gum and stale coffee. “let’s get to bed.” you frown at the loss of her hands on your tits, disappointed that you weren’t done.

shoko’s already walked off as you get dressed, checking on your little monster snug in her nursery. she’s softly snoring, always a good sleeper and milk drunk as you already nursed before shoko came home.

you’re in a big shirt of hers, not even caring to put on a pair of bottoms. thick thighs rubbing against each other, sticky with your lotion and damp from the bath. your chest strains against the shirt much like your small belly. she sets down the baby monitor on your dresser, “ah shit…” you hiss, the little noises over the speaker having a detrimental effect on you.

dark patches bloom in the front. tears spring to your eyes in embarrassment, heat rushing to your face as it’s frustrating for you. you sit on the bed, back against the headboard and trying to distract yourself from the fact you keep on leaking and will definitely need to pump. a warm cheek plops itself on your thighs.

shoko lies over your legs, hands gripping your hips as she kisses your inner thigh, feeling the soft fuzz of leg hair and soft creases of stretchmarks. “i hate this.” you murmur.

her lips trail up your thigh, kissing them softly. “hey….” she pulls back to look up at you, lying on her side with starving eyes. “don’t do that.” she keeps a hand on your thigh. “i’m leaking everywhere constantly.” you admit pitifully.

she has a thoughtful look, looking you up and down with a tiny smile. “it’s cute.” you stare at her in disbelief. she just keeps on growing into a grin at your face.

an idea comes over her. her mouth drifts lower to the top of your chest, her thumb pressing into your ribcage. shoko sits in between your thighs— your thighs clenching around her when she pulls up your shirt and immediately cups one of your generous tits. the cool air makes your nipples harden as soon as the air hits them.

they’re so full. they’re hard to the touch, your tits painfully engorged despite the bath and her earlier attempt to help you express milk. her thumbs slowly rub at your nipples as she kisses across your collarbone, eyelashes fluttering. she pinches lightly until milk beads appear.

shoko latches onto your breast, suckling gently as warmth immediately spreads onto her tongue.

sweet— and slightly thick yet runny. like nectar. the taste is addictive upon her first try, but shoko keeps suckling, each time greedier than the last time. your sweetness drips down her lips and collects in the corner of her mouth.

“oh,” you sigh. she looks at you again, pleased with her little experiment. your fingers brush her hair back before falling limp against the pillows.

her tongue laps at your hardened nipple, sucking harder at the bud, humming against your skin. milk droplets dribble down your chest, her face chasing after every last droplet and hands gripping onto you tighter. she bites your skin lightly, teasing you.

she adjusts your thighs wrapped around her waist when you begin to relax more. “better?” she talks between suckles at your erect buds, muffled by the mouthful of your warm and flushed tit. you nod, letting out a shaky sigh.

the baby monitor crackles, making you and shoko pause, shoko sitting up suddenly to look for it. your daughter lets out a little sigh and kicks a foot— immediately falling back to sleep. she sets the monitor back down and turns to you.

you’re absolutely drenched. milk drips down onto your bare belly, the familiar sounds always making you leak much like earlier. “oh my god.” shoko pulls away your hands. she licks thick stripes against your skin to nipple, suckling away until it seems your tits have been completely drained.

you immediately cover your face with one hand, “you’re so weird about this now.” she kisses the top of your breast for good measure, glancing up at you with a cheeky smile. she likes seeing you all blushy. “now?” she repeats, “i’ve always been a boobs kinda girl. especially these boobs. my boobs.”

which is unfortunately too true. she says it too happily for your liking. you squeak when shoko leans down to press a few lazy kisses your soft belly, always shy in that area now.

her hands slide against your generous ass, squeezing them firmly, her index dragging against stretchmarks. “just look at you.” shoko acts as if she’s stating the obvious. to her it is, it’s the only thing on her mind. “sho… stooop.” you whine at her sudden praises. you let out an airy giggle and let her rest against your bare chest.

“these boobs.” kiss.

“this belly.” kiss.

“thighs.” squeeze.

“this ass.” two squeezes.

shoko wraps around you as tight as she can, inhaling the soft fragrance of your coconut shampoo. “best thing that’s ever happened to me.” she kisses your warm neck.

you hit her arm, “that should be your daughter!” you glare at her. “oh trust me, she is— she made you like this after all. made you even more beautiful. not fair.” her hands knead your ass despite the fact she’s acting very sweet.

shoko sprawls out shamelessly between your legs, cheek against your thigh, one hand still possessively spread over your ass. “i think i could live between your thighs forever.” shoko sighs in utter bliss, too comfy on her favorite kind of bed. your tits and thighs. “got spoiled by my wife and my daughter, look at what you two gave me.” she murmurs against your thigh, already dozing off, comfortable.

there’s milk dried in her hair and stuck to her lips, shoko is fast asleep, not a care in the world. you melt a little before realizing you’re going to be stuck like this for the night.

ugh, that’s definitely your daughter’s mom.

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guh your theme is so cutieful

OMGGG TYSM ur theme is so good too i love it yayayayaya im so happy ilysm ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

[manonism]

₍^. .^₎⟆ what do you do when your boyfriend has a baby brother? ft. choso kamo + yuuji itadori (5) cw, light profanity, f!reader, mentions of getting sick ⋆ all ages can interact! fyi, this is inspired by a tiktok + my little cousin told me triple t is gonna get me so. i'm up with the trends now... i think. so yah! also yes they're in murica, lets act like their parents got jobs there 🦅 🏷️ @lolalied @sugusplaything @dearkuna @sapph22 @spookyreviewluminary

when you meet the little guy, make a good first impression!

you’d met yuuji after a few months of dating choso. he was very eager to meet the girlfriend of his big brother, bugging choso that it was only right that you meet him.

he'd seen a few pictures of you and his brother while playing fortnite and steal a brainrot on choso's phone, since choso plopped him in the cart seat and handed it over to prevent yuuji throwing a fit over not being allowed to walk which he would inevitably announce he’s tired. choso was so worried a person would snatch up his baby brother and the thought was unbearable, so yuuji was going to be sat in the cart no matter what.

ding!

love of my life 💗💝💘💖 hi wyd right now!! i was gonna go to ulta and then grab a bite wanna come? i been missing u this week :(

yuuji pouts, having accidentally clicked on his notification and making a whiny noise that tears choso’s attention away from the cereal selections. “what is it?” although yuuji is most likely fussing over the sky being blue, he still shows worry and checks him over before noticing his phone. his girlfriend— choso takes his phone back and starts texting you back.

choso gnaws on the inside of his cheek, unfortunately but not so unfortunate, he has to watch yuuji tonight as their parents are working late. he is bummed that he can’t spend time with you now. you’re totally fine with it and tell him to not sweat it at all! as a matter of fact, you find it so cute that he takes care of his little brother!

speaking of him... he's squirming in the basket, impatient as ever. "i'll give the phone back, just wait a second, okay?" he hopes that yuuji will be as understanding as you are…

“BIG BROTHER IS SO MEAN!” yuuji cries, kicking his feet and rambling off nonsense about choso not loving him anymore and how he won't share food with him ever again! choso doesn’t even understand half of what the things he's saying while he hurries to send a goodbye and tosses his phone back to yuuji. choso sighs, his cries immediately ceasing and he’s perfectly fine now that the phone is back in his hands.

for that reason— choso is nervous that when you two meet that yuuji might throw a fit. their parents made the happy, but seemingly unexpected decision to have another child after choso became an adult and it looked like their days of child rearing were over. so yuuji came nine months later and his heart cracked wide open. choso couldn’t imagine how he ever grew up without a little brother.

now, yuuji is staring outside the window of their house while you two are talking to each-other. your eyes are big, clearly frowning and arms folded over your chest. it’s clear you are not happy, your eyes are red around the rims and cheeks stained with tears. he sees choso wrap his arms around you and rub your back, his brows knitted together in worry and trying to soothe you. yuuji just has to run outside despite being told to stay indoors.

a weak hand tugs on choso's waistband, "cho-soooo!" yuuji squeezes between you two, looking up at you. "oh." choso finally realizes yuuji is there and definitely not leaving until he finds out what the heck you two are doing out here.

"is this her!" yuuji's eyes light up and you let out a sad wet laugh, feeling ridiculous for crying in front of his younger brother. you wipe your eyes and bend forward down to his height. "aww! is he your baby brother?" choso and yuuji share the same exact blush, the smaller boy suddenly not as confident and takes refuge behind his brother's back to hide awat. yuuji sticks his head out too eagerly and nods.

"i'm gonna be six soon! choso is super old, but he's cool i guess! how old are you?" you snicker behind your hand. he has the biggest grin on his face. “hey! you don’t ask a girl her age…” choso scratches the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly while you laugh at them. yuuji pouts and you both can visibly see gears turning in his head. “it’s fine cho… besides, you’re older!” your boyfriend pretends to be injured by your little jab.

his head tilts like a curious puppy while he is visibly trying to hold back whatever kind of questions he’s thinking of. “did a bad person make you cry?” yuuji asks, choso choking on his saliva and eyes bulging at the audacity. “yuuji!”

“what!! that’s not the same!” a small hand pats your hand and you realize how ridiculous you probably look. mascara smudged on your waterline, cheeks puffy, and lips bitten as you got finished crying. “so did they?” he repeats, serious for a five year old.

you smile softly, “well it was my mean old boss— so he runs the store i work at. he got really upset with me and yelled at me. i got sad and your big brother always makes me really happy… so i came here to tell him about my feelings.” yuuji frowns before hugging your leg, grabbing your hand, he is leading you to the front door of the house. "let's go play duos to make you feel better. big brother says he has homework!"

so to make you feel better, though— yuuji probably enjoyed it more than you did— you're playing fortnite for hours with him in the living room. yuuji sits on his little kid foam sofa, laughing his ass off and begging you to save him whenever another player who is ranked way higher starts attacking him.

when you buy your boyfriend food? he gets food too!

you take your spot in the booth, setting down a tray in front of you. choso notices that yuuji has claimed the spot inside next to you, so he has to just sit across. "yay! i got it!” yuuji snatches his box from the tray and starts unboxing his in a hurry.

well. you were there for the same reason— except you could care less about yugioh, more for the sanrio doll. yuuji shows off his, “cool! time wizard!” you don’t see that at all. that’s tuxedo sam… “purin is better!” you show off yours and stick your tongue out to tease him, making an ugly face. he folds his arms over his chest and huffs at your teasing.

“um… i got this one.” choso holds up badtzmaru. you and yuuji look at each-other, howling with laughter. “ewww! i don’t like him!” your boyfriend pouts, setting down his toy while taking a bite of his burger. he sees you two.

you’re so sweet to his little brother. you peel off the foil of his bottled orange juice, poking the straw in. he slurps from the straw and eats his nuggets. “mmm!” yuuji steals some of your fries that you pretend to not notice. he has trouble tearing open his apple slices bag and you hold your nugget between your lips just so you can do it for him. choso can’t believe how lucky he got.

yuuji got lucky too. especially him— “i got pizza!” you call out as choso’s parents are on a trip together so choso is on baby brother duty. you have snacks? he’s got chips, candy, cookies, juice— anything he wants. your apartment has his snacks in it too. when you pick up some food on your way to their home? you’re buying him a kids meal too.

yuuji wants the same boba tea as choso— which then his big brother is stuck with two as he hates the taste. he’s so spoiled by you that he comes out of his room automatically when he hears bags, expecting there’s a treat in there for him. choso tells him not to expect stuff because that’s rude to you and it costs money for treats.

then his little brother is smug— you and yuuji on the sofa after you brought wingstop and even bought the largest ranch. “you’re spoiling my little brother?” choso worries that you’re spending too much on him.

you shrug and grin, eating another wing. “mmm! he’s a good excuse!” you speak through a mouthful of chicken, wiping your fingers off. yuuji likes spending time with you two! you peck choso’s lips real quick before going back to watching minecraft videos on the television. you always make sure yuuji gets whatever he wants and always make good on your promises— even though it’s you who wanted wingstop…

don’t let your boyfriend tell him your schedule.

that is how you ended up on facetime with yuuji at six in the morning because why the hell is this kid up so early?

“i jus’ wanted to talk to youu…” yuuji mumbles, sitting up in his small spiderman bed and in character pajamas, pink hair sticking up everywhere.

suddenly your heart melts, now deeply aware you also look like a mess and tell yuuji to call you back in five minutes. he calls you back after a solid minute since he can’t tell time and he couldn’t wait to tell you all about what his teacher planned for class.

choso hears your voice in the house and walks over to see where it’s coming from. did you come by so early? “—pink! pink is the best!!” yuuji is sitting backwards in bed, his ipad resting against his pillow and on facetime with you. you’re showing him what shirt options you have and flip through pictures to show him. “that yellow is ugly. looks like vomit. blehhhh!” okay, rude. yuuji giggles maniacally.

your face lights up when choso stands in the doorway and he comes over so he can see you better. “babe! when is his school at? he says kindergarten isn’t for awhile.” choso has to check on the time now. “well he should be getting dressed now, he has to get on the bus and it’s on the next block.” yuuji freezes up in shock his big brother is snitching on him, ready to throw a tantrum about having to hang up on you now. yuuji's ipad is being wrestled over, hearing whines from your buddy.

"m'gonna get ready! let me talk to her! you always talk to her!!" yuuji cries, starting to full on bawl and fuss now that his face-time with you has been interrupted. choso leans in so he can see the screen. "yuuji! i have to go to work either way, remember i have work? i can't be late or else i'll get in trouble with my boss!" you show him a sad pout so he really thinks he has to hang up for your sake. "okay... can we play duos later?" yuuji looks so sad!!

you gasp dramatically, "yes! when i have no work and you do all of your homework, if your parents say it's okay then we can play a game!" he brightens up, wiggling in his bed and nodding. choso sighs in relief, the tantrum avoided now that he's sniffling his snot while wiping his eyes. "i'll try to text you! tell your brother when you want to text me!" you practically yell into your phone and choso definitely approves. he doesn't want yuuji to be messaging you during work hours or anything!

either way, the kid texts during your last hour of work that he's hanging out with your boyfriend. you are so glad he sends all these hilarious off-guard photos.

baby bro 😎🫵🧁🍢 [ picture of choso taken from yuuji's car-seat in the back ] do u like his hair rn it long but he doent want to cut it? mines cooler an bestest? :)

you snort, thinking of what to text back while you're ringing up people at the register. a customer looks at you like you're insane. well gee... it's no wonder why you get in trouble with your boss.

big sistur 💖🍡🍪 for sure its the bestest! ty for the picture yuuji, im almost done at work now remember to wash your hands before u eat cause i do that too

later on when you’re finally leaving work, choso sends you a photo of yuuji washing his hands, both he and his parents have been trying to get yuuji to remember to simply wash up since he caught hand, foot, and mouth disease yet still refused to even just wipe his hands. "awe, thank god we got past that phase right?" the other side goes silent, "right?!" you ask again, louder.

"well i never had a problem with cleaning my hands." choso admits, "you did?" oh......

your home dates will always end with a little third party...

choso settles down with you on the sofa, everything quiet except for the movie playing on the television. he'd been wanting to watch midsommar and you picked sinners, yours getting to be first. he didn't mind, totally spaced out in the kitchen while getting drinks for the two of you and eager to catch the important parts of the movie.

you've got pretzels and nutella, spicy chips, and big pickles on the coffee table. he had a long week, super exhausted, and really wanted to be with you. of course you had to go over with lots of snacks and check on your boyfriend. yuuji had already been put to bed by him and he wasn't too hard to wind down tonight, maybe a little under the weather?

his week has felt so long and you dropped everything to come there the minute you got his text, leaving your cart full of clothes in the middle of ross before backing it up and deciding to take them all. you could just return them if they didn't fit... and now you're here!

you couldn’t help but press kisses to his cheeks, lips, and jaw. you cupped his face. “i’m so happy that you called me for tonight!” choso embraces you tightly, lifting you up from the doorstep slightly and shaking you from side to side. you gasp, laughing in shock. “cho! you big dope, what are you doing?!” you smack his shoulders. he missed being able to hang out and relax. so he carried you all the way to the sofa and plopped you down— “wait for me.” he was on a mission to have a perfect night with you.

after the first movie finishes, he’s supposed to be changing to his pick but choso doesn’t wanna move yet. your legs are laid across his lap and his hands are lightly massaging your calves. it’s as if you’re his personal slime…

he pulls you a little closer in, but it's always you closing the gap. always unknowingly teasing— only wanting more if you want to go first. choso kisses you slow at first and pulls back to get a glance at your expression, unsure. “c’mere.” he hesitates, you guide him by the jaw.

“cho.” he leans in again and his breath catches shamefully easy, deepening the kiss. he shifts you fully into his lap now and his hands tighten their grip on your waist.

you tilt your head whichever way you want, fingers combing through the hair near his scalp and he melts instantly, all of the anxiety and stress oozing away. a quiet sound slips out from his throat and you smile against his lips, "so easy..." his ears go pink and flush, "mean..." he mumbles.

"sweet." you correct him, cupping his jaw with both hands, kisses getting needier with each one and choso's breaths growing shaky. his hand fits perfect on the small of your back, your chest pressed to his broad chest. choso follows every inch that you guide him and you tug at the collar of his shirt, pulling back to catch his expression. he looks at you with those huge, deeply devoted eyes he has and you might just be willing to do anything for this man. you kiss his mouth again, then his jaw with haste.

then you trail down to his neck, the skin hot and smells of his cologne. "babe..." choso can't help but groan slightly at the sensation coursing through him. your fingers play with his sweatpants drawstrings and knees squeeze his sides.

"i frew up."

you two jump apart instantly, scared and embarrassed as that voice is so recognizable now. yuuji is standing right by the sofa with a miserable face and glassy eyes. he's got his favorite stuffed doggie and in his spider-man pajamas, he looks green with a sheen of sweat.

immediately you stand up, “you threw up?” you affirm his words, yuuji nodding with a little guilty look. “big brother can take care of it. let’s go!!” he follows beside you and you look back to choso with a small smile, shrugging.

choso hears you while he’s finishing up cleaning. you have your sleeves rolled up, totally babying yuuji. he’s sitting in the tub while you make sure he’s ridden all of the sick and sweat, whatever germs he picked up to give him this bug, probably at his kindergarten. “m’scared…” he whimpers.

you brush his hair back. “that’s okay! we can also be brave if we’re together! we got choso with us too!” he giggles a little before you wipe down his face. he’s getting sleepy so choso takes over, drying him off and wrapping him up in a big old fluffy towel. “i found his pajamas— are these fine?” he takes the pair you’re holding, nodding. “thanks.” choso kisses you swiftly while yuuji is dozing off in his brother’s arms.

you end up sleeping over in the guest room. you wake up to choso’s voice. “go back to bed…” he sits on the edge of the tiny bed, patting his brother’s back. you lean against the doorframe and smile, “is he doing any better?” he catches your worried expression and nods. “his fever broke, so he’s more sleeping comfortable now.” you fold your arms across your chest and stand by your boyfriend, pulling an arm over his shoulders.

“you’re so good with him. he’s so lucky to have a brother like you.” choso is so glad you said that. “sorry our movie night got cut short.” he sighs, shaking his head while your kisses are on repeat in his head. you bump his side with a scoff.

you kiss his forehead, “family is important to you. i love you, cho.” choso goes scarlet in the face, “love you too.” so your movie night comes to an end but it wasn’t a fail at all.

love who he loves too!

yuuji sent you a photo from his ipad one day.

food & family: a lunch event with students and their family at school!

he invited you to come. unfortunately their parents couldn’t attend, but choso told you he’d been asking for you before the fact. “he’s been super excited about this. he thinks you are gonna bring him pizza.” choso laughs, you shake your head with a grin. “you two,” you poke his chest, “are gonna drain my pockets!” you tease. cause’ who in the world told this kid he could ask you to doordash him pizza hut and a twenty piece mcnugget every couple days?!

you found a friend to take your shift, saving in your calendar that you were going to attend, a hundred percent. you went to pick up the food with choso the day of, actually nervous yourself.

pink hair bounced around, yuuji craning his neck in a sea of kindergartners who were also looking for their family, lips in an impatient pout. the moment he sees you two? he jumps up, running from his teacher, and straight to hug your legs while choso stares in devastation his baby brother went to you. he’s like if chopped liver held a pizza box, breadsticks, a liter of soda, cups, and donut holes.

so you spent your day huddled on a picnic blanket— pizza sauce flecked on his cheek, opening his mouth full of food when choso would try to clean his face, and knowing looks over his head.

then was the christmas recital. you and choso in the front with programs, yuuji wearing antlers and his nose painted in smudged red face paint. choso did it in the parking lot, yuuji whining when he used his saliva to wipe off smudges, and you giving him a thumbs up.

next were the spring arts and crafts, yuuji plopped a flower made of windpipes and tissue paper. he grinned and ran off to have his playdate in his room. choso frowns because you just got a bouquet from him! real flowers at that! “oh hush, i love both of them.” you giggle, gripping the front of his shirt and kissing him so he stops pouting so much. yuuji and his friends screaming and giggling loudly, stomping around upstairs. “it’s pretty cute..” choso admits.

“i’m glad you felt we were in that good spot… to trust me with this,” you gesture to the house and everything, “i like being here with you and hanging out.” choso melts at your confession. he loves this all too— he worried you wouldn’t tolerate how close he’s with yuuji, his responsibilities, and having to put up with him not always being available.

you wrap your arms around his waist. “i love you so much. let’s never let this end, okay?” you look up at him and he’s certainly taken aback by your confidence. “really?” he asks quietly, you nod with the cutest smile. “okay. okay!” choso is full of emotions and everything is racing through his head all at once. “i love you, always.” his words muffled by your hair, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while in total disbelief. you comb your fingers through his hair. he loves the thought of this never ending too.

so you and choso get your dates— taking walks together, concerts, surprisingly a sports game, dinner dates, lunch dates, and amusement park dates. then you two get yuuji telling his teachers you’ll bring cupcakes for his birthday, chaperone his field trips, late nights doing school projects, and school pick-up because you got added to his contact list.

now you two are in the front row together on hard metal chairs, cheering the loudest for a kindergarten graduation, proud of yuuji for knowing colors, shapes, whatever else they even teach kids nowadays. he’s got the biggest grin choso has ever seen on him.

you love these two and know they love you too.

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[manonism]

yayyyy i'm twenty now!! woo finally at laaast >:D

[manonism]

AHHHHHH finally got to egghead in one piece THE OPENING IS SOOOOOOO GOOD!!!! also the zosan pill i just took seeing them argue in their coats... im livingg this is 100x more better than shitwano... anyways robin is so cute in her purple coat i love itttt my cutie pie robin

[manonism]

me trying to make a fic with 2 characters and reader and making it a poly fic on accident… well. i love writing for a polycule too much 😔😔 why have 1 when i can write to have them all!

[mononijikayu]

daycare — ryomen sukuna.

imagining the first time concurrent national team captain ryomen sukuna has to drop of his daughter to daycare for the first time after much delays and conversation about it. it was quite a time for the family. when it happened, you think someone has died.

you yawned as you walk into the kitchen at six in the morning, still wearing one of your old university hoodies, hair half tied up, and find your husband crouched dramatically in front of the diaper bag with the expression of a condemned man.

"what are you doing?" you said as you made a beeline for the freshly brewed coffee.

“her snacks....” ryomen sukuna says hoarsely.

you blink as you poured it into your mug. “what about them, my love?"

“ i really don't think she would eat any of these enough.”

“she ate breakfast already, though.” you pointed out as you put some milk on your cup. "i mean, we're having the same breakfast."

“she only ate half the banana.”

“she also ate eggs, toast, yogurt, and somehow part of my pudding. i don't think we should be that concerned about 'kumi."

sukuna looks up at you like you are not understanding the severity of the situation at hand. his hot pink hair is a mess from running his hands through it for the past twenty minutes and his coffee has long gone cold.

the captain of japan’s national volleyball team—six foot five, feared by entire national teams, volleyball league teams and people in general—is entirely, quite visibly sweating over his eleven month old daughter's little daycare lunchbox decorated with tiny stars.

“what if she gets hungry, though?” he says.

“she will not.” you drink your coffee, before letting out a satisfied hum. "even if she is, there will be food there."

“what if she’s too polite to ask for more food?”

“my love, she’s eleven months old. she communicates exclusively through violence and pointing.”

as if summoned, your little daughter ryomen sukumi smacks her palms against the high chair tray and yells at both of you. sukuna stares for a bit, his eyes blinking. she looks exactly like him from svery angle. its like watching some of his childhood home videos.

“see?” you say.

sukuna immediately goes to her. “daddy’s here, kumibear. do you want some more yogurt?”

"oi, she'll be too full and fall asleep."

"its fine, its just daycare. if she falls asleep, then she does!"

you lean against the counter, watching the terrifying ace of the japanese national volleyball team kneel in front of a baby wearing overnight strawberry socks. he gives her a little bit more of yogurt, earning approval from his little girl. your husband is pleased.

he then checks her temperature. again. then he picks her up and starts singing old japanese songs his grandpa used to sing to her. you find it really adorable, so you take out your phone and take a video. you're planning to brag about your husband's singing skills at work.

you start to clean up sukumi's food plate. but it wasn't long before your husband takes your daughter to the bath. he makes it a ritual and that made so delight because he's very eager to make her enjoy the experience rather than be frightful of it.

you couldn't help but smile as you drink your coffee, watching your husband do his damn best to clean your daughter up as she fights against it, playing with her ducky and squirting the duck against him. he takes it, and moves forward, telling her they have to hurry. but even he does not hurry at all. he does not want your daughter to go to daycare whatsoever.

"could you go any slower?" you teased as you leaned against the doorway.

he looks flustered as he dries her air off. "shut up, babe.....let me live. let me cherish my time with her."

"you're seeing her after lunch."

"doesn't matter, babe. cherishing my baby is priority!"

you laugh as you watched him carry her off and dress her in the cutest outfit, a pink tshirt with her cute white skirt and took one of the fine new rubber shoes she now fits in, something exclusive that satoru bought in france. though he tries to softly tell her off when she pushes away her shoe. still, it ends him him managing to put it on her feet much to her pouting.

you put away the things she would need at the daycare in her baby bag while your daughter plays with a squishy ball. your husband narrows his scarlet eyes as he adjusts the tiny hat on her head despite the fact that she is indoors. he then looks at you with genuine distress.

“she looks weird in this hat, doesn't she? wait, let me try it in a new angle......"

“she looked at the ceiling fan weird five minutes ago.”

“that’s a whole different thing and you know it.”

“it is literally not, my love. shes just at this age.”

he stands, lifting her into his arms with absurd care. you still remember when he first held her in the hospital. he had looked horrified then. it was like someone had handed him a live explosive.

now he carries her everywhere, never wanting to put her down. your daughter grabs his face with both hands and tries to stick her fingers in his mouth. he allows it without a fuss, still trying to figure out if he's going to keep her hat on her head or not. he turns to you.

“maybe we should wait another month before daycare.” he mutters. "i mean she's still young....there will always be daycares!"

“you said that last month.” you told him as you fix your hair.

“she’s emotionally young.”

“my love, she bites people the way you probably did.”

“first of all, that is rude....even though it's true. also, your daughter is just sensitive. kumibear just needs some space to grow.”

“she headbutted your teammate hard enough to make him bleed.”

“she was overwhelmed and honestly, it was valid. it was the newbie and he's a teen right now!"

you bite back a smile. sukuna narrows his eyes immediately. “don’t laugh about this, babe.”

“i’m not, i promise.”

"uhuh, i believe you."

“you’re already doing the thing, though.”

“what thing?” you raised a curious brow.

“the scientist thing where you think your husband is irrational.”

“i married you knowing you once threatened multiple referees domestically and internationally on live television and got fined for it, multiple times. ”

“the referees deserved it. and you know i have explanations as to why.”

“mhm, suppose so.”

he glares while bouncing the baby lightly against his chest. she immediately relaxes there, cheek pressed against the black fabric of his shirt. the sight still does something terrible to your heart. because nobody else sees this version of him.

the media sees the monster athlete. the captain with the brutal spikes and worse attitude. reporters describe him as aggressive, intimidating, impossible to approach.

meanwhile, this same man spent forty minutes last night researching “how to tell if daycare teachers are emotionally supportive” while finishing his herbal tea. though, he’d also made a spreadsheet and it was color coded. with citations. you wondered if he ever put this effort in his degree when you were together.

“you know, my love, let her take the leap.” you say carefully, stepping closer, “she might actually enjoy it.”

sukuna looks offended. “she enjoys playing with me.”

“she can enjoy other things too. and enjoy playing with children, not just her father in a tutu.” his expression says doubtful. you reach up and smooth down the crease between his brows.

“she’ll finger paint and learn some new language phonetics and some jolly songs. then go off play with the other toddlers. commit small crimes. it’ll be enriching for her.”

“she’s not commiting crimes—"

"well she is your daughter....we'll see!"

right on cue, your daughter steals the chain around his neck and nearly chokes him with it. sukuna looks at her proudly. “strong grip, kumibear. thats gonna be beneficial when you wanna push a boy that's mean to you.”

you laugh outright this time. he exhales through his nose, pretending annoyance, but he leans into your touch when you cup his face.

“she’ll be okay, my love.” you tell him softly. “she’s fed, healthy, loved, terrifyingly advanced motor-skill-wise—”

“she climbed the couch yesterday.”

“she’s your daughter. of course she did.” you tell him with a small smile. "have a little faith in your little girl will you?"

his shoulders finally loosen a little. for a moment, he just stands there holding her while looking at you with that quieter expression he only ever wears at home. the one stripped of cameras and expectations and fame.

“you really think she’ll be fine?” he asks you, looking at you tenderly.

you smile. “i think the daycare workers are about to experience something unforgettable.”

but that conversation was for naught. the strident and brilliant volleyball star ryomen sukuna lasts exactly four minutes. four. you know this because he checks the dashboard clock every thirty seconds like he’s waiting for news from the front lines. your eyes twitch slightly. it was only 7:42 am. your daughter has been dropped off at daycare for exactly four minutes and twelve seconds.

“she looked back at me!” he says suddenly from the driver’s seat. "you should have seen her, babe!"

you don’t look up from your phone. “yes. because you were standing in the doorway like a victorian widow watching a ship disappear at sea.”

“she reached for me.”

“she reaches for electrical outlets too.” you say, yawning slightly as you make notes on your math equations. "that and the mozzarella sticks."

“that’s different.”

the turn signal clicks aggressively as he grips the steering wheel. you side-eye him. “why are you sweating this much, my love?"

“i’m not sweating.”

“you are visibly glistening. looks worse than when you do a five set match back to back.”

“i think she thought we abandoned her.”

“she was smiling and giggling as she tried to eat another kid’s crayons when we left, my love.”

“she was coping. that was a coping mechanism!”

you snort.

outside, tokyo traffic crawls by while the captain of japan’s national volleyball team spirals in real time. ryomen sukuna taps the steering wheel once. twice. then, he narrows his eyes and starts shifting the stick. you looked at him, curiously.

"what are you doing?"

“i’m turning around.”

you look up sharply. “you are absolutely not.”

“what if she’s scared?”

“she nearly shoved another toddler for trying to take out her shoes from the shoe rack and nearly fought said toddler, my love. shes fine!”

“she’s sensitive, you know. she's like me babe, i don't know what im going to do if she ends up hurt or something else, something—"

“okay, im going to stop you right there. she growled at the teacher for taking away a toy.”

“she was establishing boundaries.”

“ryomen sukuna, my love. lets put the logic here. she ended up going with the teacher after she saw the toys–"

“she’s never been away from us before, okay?” he finally blurts out, almost close to tears. still unable to process you calling him by his name rather than my love. "i've never been away from her before like this...."

you stare at him for a moment. you think about how your own father was unbearable himself then when you were a child. you began to think about the fact that your own husband probably never experienced something like this before.

with parents that often worked abroad for all his life and a grandfather that could only try his best, ryomen sukuna wanted to be different. he wanted to be a good father and he was, with his daughter.

perhaps that's why he's so attached to her like this. he's never been apart from her in this sort of way. he's always with her, even sometimes bringing her to practice when he can't get time off.

they were attached to the hip.

they were each other's best friend.

which is why, you understand.

you understand that at the u-turn he is very clearly beginning to make a decision that every first time fathers make when it comes to the children they love and hold dearly.

“oh my god.”

“i just need to see her for a bit, okay?”

“you saw her four minutes ago.”

“that was the old her.”

“what does that even mean.”

he ignores you completely, jaw tense as he drives back toward the daycare with the focus of a man racing toward a natural disaster. you rub your face and sighed softly. you fall in love with this man so easily even when he gets you like this. you married the right man, you had a child with the right man. but at the same time.....

“you have separation anxiety, my love.”

“i do not.”

“you almost cried at the parking lot. and you were the same when we were together all those years!”

“i had allergies.” his eyes soften, becoming a bit flustered. "you also didn't have to bring that up....i genuinely felt some type of way then, you know. i couldn't live without you and now...."

your eyes looked at him fondly, causing a small smile on your lips. “i know that. now you're the same with 'kumi. you were whimpering. and was nearly in tears before we got back to the car.”

“that was a cough.”

“you told an eleven month old to ‘stay strong out there, kumi. papa is waiting outside!’ while the other parents looked on.”

“she’s entering society.” he says to you. "and babe, to be fair, i love my kid the most out of those parents. there's no way they can match my love for kumibear."

you sighed, before laughing tenderly as you shook your head. "i suppose not, my love."

"....i love you most, though...."

"hm, i know that."

by the time you pull back into the daycare parking lot, sukuna is already unbuckling his seatbelt before the engine fully stops. “my love, we're only gonna look by the fence. you cannot go back in there.”

“i’m just checking more closely.”

“you already checked.”

“that was before.”

“before what?”

“what if she thinks i’m not coming back?”

“you are literally coming back at noon.”

“that’s six hours.”

he sounds personally betrayed by the concept of time. you watch, exhausted, as this gigantic terrifying man marches toward the daycare entrance with the intensity of someone storming enemy territory.

the receptionist sees him coming and immediately looks frightened. not because he’s ryomen sukuna, nationally famous volleyball captain. because this is his third drop-off attempt. today.

he crouches near the little classroom window and peeks through the glass. you walk up behind him a moment later. inside, your daughter is thriving. absolutely thriving.

she has somehow acquired two stuffed animals that do not belong to her. another toddler is following her around like a bodyguard, like a henchman. she is smearing paint onto paper with the confidence of a dictator signing legislation.

and worst of all, she's just having the time of her life. and she is not looking for him. sukuna looks devastated, to have his best friend spot taken by another toddler.

“she replaced me.”

“oh my god.”

“she’s bonding with them.”

“yes. that’s the point of daycare.”

a tiny hand suddenly slaps against the classroom window. your daughter spots him immediately. her whole face lights up at the sight of her fuschia haired father. “dada!”

sukuna melts instantly. you physically watch all six foot five of him liquify. he presses a hand dramatically against the glass like he’s in a prison reunion scene. “kumibear—”

the daycare teacher gently redirects her back toward the painting table. your daughter goes willingly. without hesitation. without tears. without even a second glance. sukuna stares after her in silence. then he turns toward you with genuine heartbreak.

“she didn’t fight for me.”

you burst out laughing so hard you nearly fall over. “she’s fine.”

“she forgot me in under five minutes, babe. it's serious!”

“she saw finger paint and chose a new life.”

he looks down at the classroom window again, voice quieter now. “…do you think she still knows i’m her father?”

you grab his face with both hands. “you know she does, my love. but she has her own thing going on too that she loves.”

"....just need your hug."

"hm, i can do that." you say, releasing his face and then wrapping your arms around him. "its gonna be okay, papa-san."

"hah, is this what its going to feel like all the time?"

"it will get easier, with time."

he rests his head on your shoulder. "i hope so."

[paxyfica]

sukuna vs. girl math

The screen of your phone lit up with a picture of Sukuna looking entirely unamused, his contact name accompanied by a string of heart emojis that you had forced him to set up himself.

You swiped to answer, balancing your water bottle and yoga mat under one arm as you stepped out of the pilates studio and into the sweltering afternoon heat.

“Tell me you’re outside,” you breathed into the receiver, scanning the line of parked cars. “Because my legs are literally shaking and if I have to walk more than ten feet, I’m going to collapse on the pavement.”

A heavy sigh crackled through the speaker. “I’m sorry babe, not outside.”

You stopped in your tracks. “What do you mean you’re not outside? Babe, you promised.”

“I know, but the meeting ran over,” he grumbled, the sound of a pen clicking rapidly in the background giving away his irritation. “I can’t leave for another forty minutes. Order a Lyft.”

“A Lyft? Are you kidding me? Do you know what the surge pricing is right now?”

“When has that became a problem for you and more importantly, for ME?” he shot back, his voice dropping an octave. “Just book the car, baby. I’m sending you the money right now.”

“No, don’t!” you argued, shifting your mat to your other hip. “I still have like, half of the allowance you gave me on Monday. I can just use that.”

“No. Check your phone.”

Your phone buzzed against your cheek. You pulled it away to look at the notification. Sukuna sent you $100.

“A Lyft home is twenty bucks.”

“Yes I know. I sent you extra to get the Black SUV option, just add the change to your allowance or whatever. I gotta go, they’re calling me back in. See you at home.”

The line went dead before you could even get another word in. You stared at the screen, then at the $100 sitting pretty in your account. You looked up. Directly across the street was that insanely overpriced artisanal bakery you loved.

Then, you looked down the block. The entrance to the subway station was right there. The train ride home was exactly $2.75.

An idea immediately took over your brain. If you took the train, you would have $97.25 left. That was practically free money. It would be a crime not to spend it on a little treat.

An hour and a half later, you pushed the front door of your shared apartment open, using your hip to bump it shut because both of your hands were completely occupied.

Sukuna was already home, sitting on the edge of the kitchen island. He had stripped off his suit jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone, exposing the dark ink on his chest. He looked exhausted, holding a car of beer in one hand, but his eyes immediately snapped to you as you waddled in.

His gaze dropped from your face to the three massive bakery bags in your arms, to the iced matcha latte balanced precariously in your grip, along with your mat & bottle. A surprise he always think about since your hands are too small yet you seem to carry everything at oncr.

“Hey,” you chirped, kicking off your sneakers.

Sukuna blinked. He set his can down on the marble counter. “What the hell is all that?”

“Snacks,” you said simply, dropping the bags onto the island next to him. “I got the pistachio croissants you pretend to hate but actually love, two slices of the truffle flatbread, a whole box of macarons, and some weird strawberry tart thing that looked pretty.”

He stared at the feast, then looked back up at you, his eyes narrowing. “You bought all this with the coffee money?”

“Well, no.” You took a sip of your matcha, avoiding his gaze. “I used the Lyft money.”

Silence stretched across the kitchen. Sukuna tilted his head, his expression dangerously blank. “You used the Lyft money.”

“Yeah.”

“The money I gave you to get a safe, air-conditioned ride home.”

“Mhm.”

“So how did you get home?”

You smiled innocently. “I took the train.”

Sukuna closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a long, deep breath. “You took the train.”

“It’s only four stops!” you defended, crossing your arms. “And the bakery was right there! Do you know how fast those croissants sell out?" He scoffed as you defended your point. “Plus, the train is good for the environment. I’m reducing my carbon footprint.”

“Baby, you don’t even know what a carbon footprint is,” he deadpanned, opening his eyes to glare at you. “I sent you a hundred dollars so you wouldn’t have to haul your ass onto a crowded subway car after a workout.”

“If I took the Lyft, I wouldn’t have had enough for the macarons. And you love the macarons.”

“..... So you're saying you did this for me,” he snapped, though his eyes briefly flicked down to the box. “Yeah! I thought about you when I was in line.” You saw him bite the inside of his cheek, supressing a grin that's almost coming out. “You're gonna be the death of me.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being dramatic? You’re stubborn as hell!” He reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against his legs. He smelled like expensive cologne and beer. “You have the worst spending habits of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Do not scurtinize me, and fyi; it’s called girl math,” you said smugly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Besides, I saved you money. Technically, I made a profit.”

Sukuna let out a harsh laugh, his hands squeezing your hips. “That is the dumbest logic I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“For you, but not for me,” you batted your eyelashes, holding up the half-eaten croissant. “Bite?”

He looked at the pastry with disdain, then leaned down and took a bite anyway. He chewed slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, swallowing. “That’s actually really good.”

“See? My investments always pay off,” you grinned, “High ROI.”

“Don’t use corporate terms, you don’t know what they mean,” he sighed, wrapping his large hands around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “If you ever pull this ‘girl math’ bullshit with our actual bank accounts, I’m having you legally committed.”

“I would never,” you gasped in mock offense. “I only use girl math for the important things. Like treats. And shoes. Speaking of which, since I saved you forty dollars on that Lyft today…”

Sukuna groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder. “I am not buying you another pair of shoes because you took the fucking train.”

You laughed, thoroughly satisfied. Oh well, free pastries for you, I guess.

an: saw this shit in my drafts. this was true to life btw, my bf will send me money to book an uber after school when we were in college but i'll use it for food so I have something to eat while commuting hahshsjaj. dividers by: @dollywons 🌼 idk who the artist for the visuals above but i got it here + here @pixelins

also! i'm tryign different layouts, do you like it?! or just the simple text is enough? 😇

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