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《 intro and masterlist! 》

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《 intro! 》

hiya!! i’m ry, and i write for the characters roh jaewon plays!

when requesting, you can pick from the following four:

namgyu • kim seowan • ha sangmin • gu daehong

sfw and nsfw are both okay! if there's something that I won't write in the request, ill bring it up if necessary <3 don't be afraid to request your wildest dreams!

⚠️ i will post nsfw content!! please keep that in mind while reading. posts with nsfw content are marked as so!!

blog start date: february, 2025

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masterlist + matchmaking under the cut!

life update: i watched alien stage

#ry yaps

do u still write for squid game

i haven’t written in literal months because of work but i have so many ideas buried in my notes journal-

if this fandom is dead it means i’m dead too

I WILL COME BACK SOMETIME

i miss my namgyu stans :(

#ry yaps

mini-namgyu

Mini nam-gyu says: 😐

there’s so much i wanna do with this account but i have no time :(

anw, i successfully got my full time working visa (yippie!) and im also making real adult money (yippie!) but the weight of the responsibilities…. i just wanna write smut ….

i’ve been so deep into jjk fanfics that i’m almost considering writing for them too… but i’m so loyal to rjw and the namgooner kingdom :/ ESPECIALLY since that new mv came out

#ry yaps

yoonsucks

Nerd!Choso x Bully!reader pt.2

Content/tags: Continuation of this. SMUT SMUT SMUTT. proofreadish fem!reader THANK U FOR 1K <33

nerd!choso who was in your bedroom after skipping the last half of prom together, covered in red kiss marks all over. He was on the floor besides your bed, white shirt gone, eyes doe while staring up at you, your body sat on the edge, hair messed up and lipstick smeared, your dress slipping down your shoulders. One of your feet were planted right between his thighs, crushing down on his painfully hard tent, the other was on his thigh to keep his legs spread.

He let out a soft whimper, hands holding on to your ankle.

"Choso, you're so pathetic its cute."

"M sorry... it just feels... ah.. so good... can you do it harder?"

You let out a giggle, applying more pressure, slowly pushing your leg up and down, making sure the heel of your foot ground down on where you assumed the tip was, trough his pants.

Choso let out a pitiful whine, lurching forward to hug your calf, his hips jerky- he wanted to grind up at your damn foot so bad. But he didn't know if you'd let him.

"Chos, you like it, yeah? Maybe i should let you hump my leg."

"Hn... please... I'd love that."

You pulled your legs away, standing up in front of him. A pretty grin on your lips.

He looked up, getting a perfect view underneath your dress, his hands already trying to reach up to touch.

But you cooed down at his attempt of getting his hands on your panties, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up.

He stumbled, panting already but was up on his feet. You let him hold on to your hips, pelvis against pelvis.

You brought your hand down, tugging at his belt and getting it open, sliding the fabric of his pants down just enough to see his boxers.

Your eyes watched your hand, it sliding in his pants to palm at his straining bulge.

Choso, the poor guy, was trembling, clinging on to your dress as he spread his legs wider, watching your face with heart eyes.

"I can take it out, right, nerd?"

He nodded his head, it looked like an excited puppy flopping his ears around.

Your perfectly manicured nails pulled on the waistband, teasing it a few times before letting his obscenely large cock spill out.

You had to pause, looking at the dripping thing. It was such a pretty dick and the girth of it..god-

But the desperate moan of Choso snapped you out of you dick crazed trance.

"Please... please touch it... don't just stare.''

You snorted, roughly gripping it and starting to tug on it, smearing the heaps of precum from the head all over the needy thing.

"Oh? So we're begging now? Who said you can make demands?" You teased, leaning close enough so that your breath mixed with his heated one.

"S..sorry... i'm so sorry... sorry...forgive me... hic!"

You rolled your eyes and stepped closer, guiding his throbbing thing between your thighs, the dress shifting upwards to reveal your pink panties to him.

Choso felt like he had been given the greatest gift of all, his arms hugging your middle, pulling you in closer. Your own arms wrapped around his neck and your lips found his, smearing ever more lipstick around.

He started to nudge his hips forwards and back, happily fucking your thighs. The way his dick curved up and slid across the damp fabric of your panties made both of your heads spin with pleasure.

Your teeth bit at his bottom lip till it opened up, your tongue immediately dominating his mouth.

You moved in sync with him, thighs tightly pressed together around his fat cock, smearing its wetness into your skin.

His dick kept getting caught on the cotton fabric. Choso couldn't take it anymore and bent his knees a bittt and then his cockhead perfectly started to poke and prod at your clothed entrance.

This made your eyes go wide, a mewl leaving your throat and gladly being swallowed down his. His hands spread across your ass, grabbing and spreading both of the cheeks so he'd get more access. Your dress had hiked up to your waist by now.

Why was he trying to take over? Your eyes almost rolled again, pulling away from the kiss. His pathetic lips trying to follow you but you grabbed his face and held it away, forcing it to tilt down and watch what he was doing.

Choso's face was a shade of pink, pupils blown wide at the sight.

"You're so greedy. Fine, i allow you to rub it against me. But not inside, okay? "

"Mm..yes....yes"

You didn't have to tell him twice, a hand letting go of your ass to help slide your panties down just enough for him to perfectly start rubbing his heated dick into your slick folds.

The feeling of your warm...wet..slit..

"Fuu...fuck..fuck....sh..shit...." A slur of curses left him, watching your pussy lips spread as he kept thrusting.

You allowed yourself a few moans to give him some encouragement.

That did it- he hugged you tighter, burying his flushed face into your neck, hips stuttering while getting a few last pumps in before thick, hot seed splurted all over the insides of your thighs and drooly pussy.

Most of it dripped down into the panties right below, catching his release.

He was shaking, whimpering like some dog in heat while trying to rub out his orgasm.

You giggled, pulling back, lightly shoving him away so he could see the mess.

"Knees. Now''

Choso fell to the floor with a thud, not caring about the short pain in his knees, hands already cupping the backs of your thighs as his face buried down between them.

"I didn't tell you to start... oh..m..mm..fuck...!"

Your hands gripped into his dark locks, pulling his face closer. His impatient tongue was cleaning up his own damn cum, making sure he got every single drop. Even licked at the small pool in your panties.

He wasn't done with just that.

Your knees buckled when he tilted his chin up, nose rubbing right against your clit and his tongue found its way between your sopping fold. He was a virgin, but the way he ate you out felt like he knew what he was doing. It reminded you a bit of a puppy licking up his favourite meal.

"Have you been practicing?" You teased between lewd moans and heaves.

He nodded his head, being serious. His face trying to bury itself deeper, that damn tongue found your clenching and unclenching hole, pushing past the first ring of muscle. Lapping up everything that spilled out of it and trying to get even more.

Your voice went up a higher pitch when he pulled away and replaced his tongue with a finger, starting to pump the digit back and forth, his mouth working on your clit. He needed more of your sweet nectar.

His damn cock was hard again just from the taste.

You gasped when he nipped on the sensitive bud, quickly pulling his face away, his tongue still sticking out, cheeks and chin covered in your arousal, the finger still working its way around in your velvety walls.

"Pra..haahh.. practicing how, you got some fleshlight or something, you virgin?"

He nodded, eyes meeting yours with no shame. "I do.. ido i... i got it because i wanted to imagine you...i've always wanted to taste you.. "

What the flip was wrong with this nerd?

Your cheeks growing hotter. Out of the sudden shyness coming over you, you shoved his face back between your legs. He didn't mind one bit. Doubling his damn effort.

You came all over his hand and cute face, almost sitting on him by accident after such a strong ass orgasm washed over you.

You had pulled him back up and dragged him to your bed.

Your dress was ripped off, bra somewhere on the floor and panties long gone.

Choso wasn't any better, now fully naked underneath you.

You straddled him, slowly dragging your cunt across his cock once again, letting it get slick with both of your slick.

Choso couldn't decide where to look, watching your pretty tits move or the way your hips rolled... or that amazing sight of his cock being sandwiched between your folds.

He kept his hands in the sheets, not touching you as you forbade it. But it was getting harder and harder.

"Choso... should i let you fuck me? Have you been good?"

"Please... i'm a good.. good..boy.. for you, all for you. Please- please let me..."

Ugh he was too cute, your hand moving down to help guide his leaking cock.

You sat down in one smooth slide, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, his dark, trimmed curls meeting your own maintained hair. They were holding their little pube hands.

He was writing, hips unable to stop themselves as he was already trying to fuck up into your cunt.

You hissed, glaring down at him. "You said you'd be good, Choso."

He bubbled out apologies but his cock didn't seem so apologetic.

He was so big...so sososo big.. it felt better than any hockey or football player had fucked you before. The pleasure of him stretching your walls and the way the tip kissed against your cervix and then tried to smooch up on all those nerve bundles inside... you were moaning like a porn actress, but none of it was fake.

You let him roll you over, switching from riding him to him having your legs thrown over his shoulders and him folded over you, his hands holding your face while desperately kissing you, slamming his heavy balls righttt against your puffy folds and ass.

Choso's stupidly perfect cock was making you feel dumber and dumber, forgetting that you were supposed to be in charge. You tried to slur something out but he swallowed it right up.

What the-

He didn't stop but he sat up straight, suddenly pushing your knees down and having you be wide open now.

"Choso!"

"Sorry...i'm so sorry... i want to see... please..."

His eyes looked down, holding you in a mating press while fucking into you. The way his shaft kept filling you in and out made him groan. He wanted to watch your pretty cunt take him so well. He wanted to remember how you looked underneath him, how you looked so satiated, how you had been his first ever.

"Inside...hmn..hnn.. inn..inside... can i cum inside.... please? I've always wanted to."

You gave a meek nod, a pleased sound leaving your throat when he hit a place you'd never even known you had, toes curling.

He didn't stall, quickly slamming his already spilling cock as deep as he could, keeping it so deep it made you see white for a second. He was gasping, looking utterly wrecked while filling you up with as much as he could.

He was about to fall on top of you but knew you hadn't came yet, your gushy walls fluttering around his softening length. He kept fucking up into you, the cum sloshing around and spilling past his girth, letting go of one thigh to push a palm down right on your lower tummy.

"Fuck!"

Your hips tried to lift up, back arching up and away from the bedsheets as a second orgasm washed over you.

He helped you go pee and get cleaned up. Being careful with your sensitive skin.

Both of you silently laid together, limbs tangled. His head tucked on your breasts, large, still clumsy hands running up and down the expanses of your flesh.

You were staring up into the ceiling, your own arms holding him, nails scratching his back.

"So..u..uhm..." He started stammering out.

But you cut him off with a sigh. "Yes, we can date. Dumbass. "

"You'd really... give me a chance? You won't... just ignore me after this?" His nervous tone made you look down at his smushed face.

"I like you. Why did you think i invited your nerd ass prom..?"

His face got red, turning to hide deeper into one of your boobs.

"I like you so much..." He whispered.

"Did you really get a fleshlight because you wanted to practice fucking me?" You teased, grinning at his shy face.

You started dating this loser nerd. Well... now less of a loser, and more of a lover.

And if you, sitting in the middle of class, sometimes got a video or two of him fucking that pocket pussy in the boys bathroom and cumming all over it while moaning your name? You'd skip school all together to go and find him in that damn stall.

Yoon's notes: i hope its good </3 i feel like im pretty bad at writing smut Art: incograph on tumblr

masterlist

tags: @s0me1n3w @liliklei @blu-goingdark @tojiscreampie @venusins @darlingbambii @whispers-of-aurora @xqce @cactusvolumes @deartoru @sxno0 @yeschefcarm @peachygelic @puppyrawpawz @sxpernova666 @dustypepsi @izeizebaby @Imbetter111 @stellarixe @deftoneslut @cherrys-wrld @itstotallynotbrina @mimiiis @yorikae @astutetwilight @ghonegh0stwrit3r @1cckedheart @kissmatz @sxpernova @satorusdollie @itimisu @chloeee20 @liahcharms @oreoenjoyer67 @wholemeltt @Velvetdiary @mshkcdies @0-lalalalala @ihatemynewbangs

will do tags from pt.1 in comments

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NNGH ITS HERE

c1nnam0roll-08

GOD IS A WOMAN ✧.*

✧Synopsis: Sure, you love when your boyfriend takes the lead, pinning you down and fucking you hard—but you’re starting to think that the sight of him completely at your mercy is even better. Yeah, this is definitely how it’s meant to be.

✧Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna

✧Content Warnings: femdom elements, slight pet play, begging for it, crying, vaginal sex, breeding kink, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy, oral (f and m rec), handjobs, body worship, power dynamics, grinding, humiliation, degradation, praise, swearing.

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SATORU GOJO

“Fuck- I love you, princess.”

“Oh yeah, Satoru?” your nails run through his hair as he kisses down your body, leaving a trail of sticky saliva in its wake.

“Yes, baby- sooo much-“ he ceases his kisses to look up at you, stars in his eyes and eyebrows furrowed.

God- he’s just so pretty (he would look even prettier between your legs).

“I think you should prove it to me, pretty boy.” your grip on his hair tightening as you push him down to your needy cunt. “Show me how much you love this pussy.” your tone is sickeningly sweet—even for Satoru’s sweet tooth, your bold command surprised him.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” he says, letting you guide his head down to sink into your heat. Satoru treats your cunt with teasing kitten licks and light smooches on your clit, his hands moving to hold your hips steady.

“Oh come on Toru, you can do better than that, can’t you?” you taunt him before flicking at his hands’ grip on your hips. “Hands off baby, I control the pace, not you.”

Satoru whines before reluctantly retracting his hands from your hips and balling them in fists on the couch. He makes sure to double his efforts on your pussy, light kisses turning into sucks and kitten licks turning into crazed laps of his tongue.

“Mfmm- that’s right, baby- tell my pussy how much you love her.” you clench your fist in his silver tresses so hard he groans in pain—your hips grind up on his face while you use him.

Satoru looks you in the eye, gaze never wavering as you ride his mouth. His hips roll against the couch in a pitiful attempt to ease the tightness of his pants—your newfound dominance over him is clearly doing a number on your boyfriend.

“Awww- I almost think you’re loving this more than I am, sweet boy-“ your breath hitches when Satoru hollows his cheeks in a mean suction over your clit. “If you make me c-cum- ngh- I’ll let you fuck my t-tits-“

That’s all the motivation necessary for Satoru to force his tongue into your sloppy hole, loud slurps mixing with the sound of your high pitched moans. Your legs wrap around his head in a head lock, holding him hostage against your cunt.

He can’t breathe but he still takes it like a champ—desperate to please. He’d die willingly as long as it’s between your legs. His utter devotion behind each filthy thrust of tongue has your cunt fluttering and your tummy tightening.

“Sooo good for me, Toru- fuck- m’gonna cum!” your legs crushing his skull as your hips jerk against his face, juices flowing from your pussy. Once your high subsides, you relax your legs, freeing Satoru from what he thought was his inevitable end.

“Tell me you love me.”

Your boyfriend is panting, face covered in slick, eyes glossed over, completely pussy drunk.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

“Just let me fuck you, doll-“

Your beast of a boyfriend was begging for pussy.

When you had put the dirty bastard on a sex ban (for shoving his thumb in your ass mid fuck), he merely scoffed—he swore that you’d cave and ask him to fuck you again within a few days. Little did he know that it’d be the other way around.

“I can’t take it any longer-“

You never would have thought that the huge man that you call “daddy” in bed could be so pathetic. You feel slick seeping through your panties the longer this display of his goes on.

Toji is palming his stiff cock through his sweats, head leaning on your shoulder as he pins you to the wall with his staggering weight.

“Awww, is my big strong man feeling frustrated?” your tone dripping with sarcasm as you replace his hand with your own, earning a groan from him. “What was it you said again? That I’d be begging for you?” emphasizing your words with a tight squeeze to his swole cock.

“If you say please… I might let you fuck my fist instead, Toji.” you whisper, peppering kisses on the side of his slack head.

It’s not your cunt, but anything sounds appealing to Toji when he’s this horny. He has to swallow his pride before he can even begin to form the word “please” in his throat.

“Please-“ it sounds like he’s choking on the word, like saying it caused him physical pain.

“See? It wasn't so hard was it?”

Toji mumbles something under his breath before it’s cut off with a low groan. Your hand had reached into his pants, freeing his cock—glossy pre seeping from his angry red tip.

“Christ- feels so good, doll.” he bites down on your shoulder, trying to stifle his moans when you wrap your hand around his girthy cock—your thumb rubbing circles around his sensitive tip.

“Relax for me, ji’.”

Toji’s hips are bucking into your fist, hands squeezing your waist, resting his entire weight on your smaller form. You’re pumping his dick with one hand while the other moves to scratch the back of his head—you swear you hear him whimper from your gestures.

“Shit, you’re sooo good to me, baby- m’sorry, just please n-no more- ngh- sex ban.” he begs you, moving his head from your shoulder to look in your eyes.

Oh. Toji is just putty in your hands.

“Mfm- cumming, doll-“ he spurts wad after wad of hot cum all over your hand, some staining your clothes.

“Thank me for making you cum, Toji. Say it with sincerity and maybe I’ll let you fuck me.” you coo, still pumping his overstimulated cock.

“Fuck- thank y-you, baby.”

“Good boy.”

Toji fucking shudders.

CHOSO KAMO

“Tsk- tsk- what did I just say, Cho?” you reprimand him, your grip on his jaw bruising as you push him away from your sopping pussy.

“Not t-to touch you until I- ngh- cum!” his usual deep voice turning into something higher– whinier.

You’re sitting on the edge of your shared bed, Choso kneeling at your feet. The sight before you can only be described as sinful—he’s shirtless, broad chest on display while he fucks his weeping cock between your closed calves. His pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you with pure adoration, tears gathering in his waterline.

“You were being such a good boy earlier, baby-“ you pause to lean forward, flashing Choso a glimpse of your ample cleavage. “What changed, hun?” your voice dripping in condescension.

“You’re j-just so beautiful, i c-couldn’t help myself- you’re pussy w-was right- mfm- there!” he’s crying now, his pretty face glistening with tears—his relentless rutting between your soft legs never letting up for even a second.

“I thought I trained my puppy better than that-“ your tone similar to that of a mother’s scolding. “you know you’re not supposed to eat until I say so, Cho.” your nails stroke through his sweat slicked hair, giving it light tugs here and there to make him grunt.

“M’sorry- I won’t d-do it again-“ his face contorts, breath hitching.

He’s so close—and you know just what will send him over the edge.

You slap him. Not hard, but just enough to sting. He whimpers, hips stuttering as his forehead falls to rest on your knees.

“Cum for me, sweet boy.” It's not a soft request, more of an order.

Choso spills creamy ropes of cum between your calves, some splattering on the floor beneath him. He lets out soft groans of your name while he rides out his high.

Choso jolts when you spread your legs, easing the friction on his sensitive cock.

“Come eat your dinner, pup.” you purr, spreading your glistening folds—almost snorting when you see a trickle of drool running down the side of his lips.

In the blink of an eye, Choso is shoving his face in between your legs, lapping at your cunt like he’d been starved for weeks.

“There’s my good boy.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA

“Hey- stop that- the fuck are you doing, woman?”

Sukuna’s broad tattooed back is facing you—you can’t help but ogle him as the water drips down his Greek-God-esque figure. You’re palming his well-built ass, surely embarrassing him to no end. He had finally agreed to letting you shower with him, so you’re not about to let this opportunity go to waste.

“Whyyy? Am I not allowed to appreciate my sexy boyfriend’s body?” you ask, slapping his ass for good measure making him grunt in surprise.

“You’re so goddamn weird-“ he can’t finish his sentence when you reach around his front to grasp his semi-erect cock.

“You tryna kill me, woman?” Sukuna groans as the blood rushes to his dick almost immediately.

“Maybe-“ you round his body until you’re face to face under the water, slow pumps on his cock never relenting. “or perhaps I’m just bored of you making me cry.” your grip tightens, strokes picking up in pace. “Won’t you cry for me, Ryo?”

His low groans turn into something quieter, breathier.

You sink to your knees in front of him, scratching his abs on the way down—your eyes almost predatory. You hum as you take his cock into your warm mouth, the vibration has Sukuna’s hips stuttering. Water runs down your face, hair a soaked mess, but that won’t stop you when your dominant boyfriend is surprisingly submitting.

“Fuck- babe-“

Oh you had him going crazy—the term of endearment is certainly a rarity.

His hips start thrusting into your waiting mouth, hands bury into your hair—his dominant nature is making itself known, but you can’t let him take control- no, not now. You pull your mouth off of his cock immediately.

“What the fuck, woman.” he protests the loss, eyebrows furrowing.

“If you had just kept your hands to yourself, Ryo, I wouldn’t have stopped-“ you lightly scratch the vein on the underside of his sensitive dick—he shivers. “If you ask me nicely, I’ll let you cum in my throat.”

“Damn- fine- please, babe?”

“That’s better, Ryo.” you take in a deep breath before deepthroating Sukuna until your nose is flush to his pelvis.

You hear his hand slam against the wall of the shower.

KENTO NANAMI

“Shit- I don’t know if I c-can keep going, honey.” Nanami is breathing heavily, his grip on your moving hips bruising.

“But you told me that you wanted a baby, Ken-“ your voice feigning disappointment. “you’re not cumming dry yet…which means that you still have more to give me, don’t you?” you whisper innocently into his ear—subtlety trying to strike a negotiation with him.

“You’re insatiable, darling-“ his breath hitching when you ran your nails through his disheveled hair.

You and Nanami have been fucking for the past couple hours, switching positions like you were being paid for it. Right now, you were riding him—loud smacks filling the room as you bounce on his overworked cock. He was just filling you so well, your pussy teeming with his seed—you’re addicted, not quite ready for him to tap out just yet.

“I’m not greedy, baby- you’re just not generous enough.” you stifle a giggle before languidly rolling your hips up, up, up and down on his cock.

“Good god- I’m serious, honey- I’ll be cumming dry pretty damn- ngh- soon.” he’s practically begging you to release him from this hostage situation, his dick twitching uncomfortably inside your tight cunt.

“But soon, isn’t now, Kento-“ you whine, childish petulance oozing from your words. “Besides, if you want your precious daughter you’re gonna have to give it all you’ve got.” you remind him of the whim that got him into this position in the first place.

Nanami lolls his back in defeat, eyes squeezed shut as you use him—he lets out a breathy groan every time you bottom out.

“C’mon, Ken- fill me up one- mfmm- last time. You wanna be a daddy don’t you?” you taunt him as your own impending orgasm builds inside of you.

He spurts a single pathetic rope of cum inside you, a tear falling from his glossed over eyes.

The sight alone has you clamping down on him, a mix of your shared fluids dripping from your messy pussy onto his pelvis.

“Fuck- look at that-“ your words urging him to look between your legs as you spread your folds. “That’s all you, love.” Your fingers gathering some of his cum and bringing it up to your clit, rubbing in slow circles—the view is just filthy.

Nanami is going to die here.

SUGURU GETO

“Lower.” you order in a low murmur—the ball of your foot forcing Suguru’s shoulders down in a bow so deep his face damn near hits the floor.

“You have people bowing for you everyday, Sugu-“ your pressure on his built shoulder becomes closer to a bruising shove rather than a light nudge.“I’d expect you to know what one looks like, handsome.”

Suguru grunts in slight annoyance, still not accustomed to your sudden boldness—you’re lucky he loves you enough to let you embarrass him like this. Reluctantly, he lets you push him down until his bare chest meets his knees.

“There you go-“ you lean down to grab his chin between your fingers, pulling his gaze up, up, up until he meets your eyes. “Now show me how much you deserve to fuck me.” you finish your demand with a chaste peck to his lips.

“Where’d you find all that damn audacity, gorgeous-“ Suguru roughly grabs your ankle, bringing it to his lips and bites down before soothing the pain with a smooch. “I’m curious?” he asks, continuing his journey up your legs—trailing wet kisses in his wake until he’s face to face with your glistening cunt.

“You have a whole crowd of “monkeys” that obey you-“ your breath hitches when Suguru plants a filthy kiss on your cunt before raising himself to climb on top of you. “Is it a crime for me to want you to obey me? Behind closed doors, at least.”

Suguru leaves kiss after searing kiss on your body as you speak—he nips at your nipples, then your collarbone, then your neck.

“Hmm, cute.” Suguru is thoroughly amused by your little power trip, but he’s getting impatient. “But we both know that you’re only able to do this because I’m in a good mood, baby.”

“Mhmm, and I’m so grateful that you are-“ you sigh in pleasure as you line his cock up to your drooling cunt. “because this was the highlight of my week, Sugu.” you coo, brushing stray hairs from his face.

“Now fuck me like you’re indebted to me.” you command, an intoxicated smile on your face. “Whatever you want, gorgeous.” he says before crashing his lips into yours as he buries himself inside you with one deep thrust.

(c1nnam0roll-08 / 2026)

angellude

ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ. if you wanna come, give my brother some!

synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.

content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)

wc: 4.6k

a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao

“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”

itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”

you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”

“sig tau?”

“yeah. my older brother is a member.”

you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.

“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”

he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”

“anything.”

itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”

your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”

“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“

“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“

“regardless! men are a no-no.”

itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”

you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.

itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.

“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.

“he’s shy.”

“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”

“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”

“do i have to sleep with him or something?”

“i doubt you’ll get that far.”

you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.

you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.

“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”

itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”

you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.

“it matches my hair!”

the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.

you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.

you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.

you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”

itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“

“the kitchen?”

“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”

your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—

holy shit.

definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?

“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”

you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…

“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“

“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”

“… hi.”

you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?

“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.

“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”

you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”

choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”

“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”

you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”

his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”

“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?

he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”

you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.

“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”

“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”

choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”

you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”

“… league of legends. on occasion.”

“ew.”

“hey!”

you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.

“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“

“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“

“yuji!”

you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”

“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”

“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”

choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”

“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”

you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”

“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“

you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”

on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.

choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.

then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.

oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.

you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”

he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”

you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.

you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.

“excuse me. i’m tanking.”

“your kd is tanking, you mean.”

you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”

“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”

you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”

“yeah, just like that… good.”

your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.

without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.

choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.

he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“

you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.

you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“

“you whimpered.”

his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"

his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.

"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."

"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.

you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"

he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.

“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.

you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.

“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.

“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“

you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.

he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.

“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.

he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.

you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”

his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“

“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”

he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”

“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.

your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“

“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”

your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.

“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.

you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”

he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.

“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"

"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"

your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.

"choso- holy shit-"

"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.

he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.

you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."

he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."

you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.

he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.

you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”

choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”

biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.

"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.

choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.

your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."

he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.

you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.

"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"

"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.

"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.

"choso."

"one second."

"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"

he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.

you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...

you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.

"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"

"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."

the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.

"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.

"obviously."

you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.

you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-

"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.

"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."

he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."

"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."

he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"

you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.

"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"

your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.

"cho-"

"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.

you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.

"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"

"hngh- fuck-"

you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.

"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.

squelch!

squelchh!

squelchhh!

he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!" his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.

you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.

you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.

"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.

careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.

SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻 todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹 naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf

you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.

jazzthatonewriterchick

kaiserresque

Masterlist

Thinking about Nerd!Gojo sitting behind his geeky little science project like a kicked puppy in a hoodie two sizes too big, shoulders slumped as he watches person after person walk right past his stall without so much as a glance.

His glasses are slightly crooked, one leg bouncing nervously beneath the table, right hand fidgeting with a clicky pen that’s already half-snapped.

For you, meanwhile, the science fair was mostly a glorified excuse to leave your dorm before your roommate subjected you to another hour of screaming about her situationship and eating spicy ramen on your bed.

But now you’re looking at this tall, awkward boy who looks like he’s slowly evaporating from the lack of social interaction.

His display is brilliant. There are twinkling little lights in a model solar system, and a bunch of laminated diagrams with handwritten notes in tight, slanted print. But people just stroll by like they’re allergic to effort.

And honestly, you weren’t planning to care. Not until his eyes snap up to yours.

A shade of gorgeous, bright, glassy blue. They widen behind silver-rimmed glasses, a blink of disbelief before a hopeful sort of brightness takes over his whole face.

You slow down. Because who wouldn't after seeing that look on his face?

"Hi," you say casually, hands in your pockets.

His mouth falls open for a second, like his brain blue-screened.

“Hi! Oh—uh—welcome to my project,” he blurts, scrambling upright so fast he nearly knocks over one of the solar system models. “Sorry. Sorry. Just—hi. Are you into Astrophysics?”

You glance at the fancy title printed in bold across his poster:

Gravitational Time Dilation: A Simulation-Based Study.

“I mean, i like the stars. And Interstellar was cool?”

He laughs. It's a breathy, half-disbelieving kind of chuckle, and suddenly his whole face lights up.

“That totally counts,” he says, nodding way too seriously. “Okay, uh, here—this part represents the gravitational curvature caused by massive objects. Which means time actually bends near a black hole.”

He fumbles around and presses a button. A tiny motor kicks in and one of the models starts to slowly spin, simulating gravitational lensing.

You nod, even though you’re pretty sure you understood maybe two of the five words he said. “I thought that the whole time bending thing was a metaphor or something.”

“Nooo, it’s absolutely real! I mean, not the fifth-dimension bookshelf stuff, but the time dilation is legit,” he says, practically vibrating now, fingers tapping the side of the model. “Like if you parked a spaceship near a black hole and then came back, your friends would be, like, old. Or dead. Probably dead. It’s kinda depressing, actually.”

You bite back a smile at how excited he is. “Wow. That’s… morbidly romantic.”

He pauses.

Then clears his throat, pushing his glasses up. “I mean, dying alone in space is kinda poetic.”

You laugh.

He laughs too, a little too hard, and then suddenly looks panicked like—shit, was that weird?

But you’re not weirded out, not even close.

“Sure. Although full disclosure, I don’t know batshit about space.”

“That’s okay,” he says quickly, smiling as if that’s the best news he’s heard all day. “I can explain. I love explaining. Ask me anything.”

So you ask more questions, even the dumb ones. Especially the dumb ones. And to your surprise, he never talks down to you.

Satoru stumbles over his words sometimes, but not once seems to mind your follow-up questions, even when you mix up neutron stars and nimbus clouds. He just keeps going, like he’s been waiting his whole life for someone to stand here and just listen.

You aren’t even trying to flirt, but he’s so damn earnest it sort of feels like flirting anyway.

Eventually, you glance at the time and sigh. “I should get going. My dormmate’s probably wondering if I got abducted by aliens.”

He deflates instantly, like someone popped his internal helium tank. “Oh… that makes sense. Thanks for stopping by.”

You’re just about to step away, offering him a small smile and a soft “This was fun,” when his eyes flick downward.

“Wait— is that the Chang textbook?” he asks, squinting like he’s not trying to memorize every title on your book cover.

You pause and glance down at the heavy thing tucked under your arm. “Yeah, it’s for Chem 203.”

He perks up instantly, like a plant finally getting sunlight. “You’re in Chem 203?”

“I mostly sit at the back and doodle in the margins,” you say, shifting the book in your arms. “And my grades are hanging on by a single valence electron.”

He laughs. “I’m in that class too! I usually sit near the front—uh, big glasses, white hair, probably looked like I was possessed or something.”

You tilt your head, the realisation hitting you finally. “Wait. That’s you? I thought you were just some intense TA.”

“No, unfortunately. Just me.”

He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish now, eyes flicking to the floor for a beat before he tries to play it cool. “I mean, I guess if you need some help with chem—I’d be happy to assist. We could go over some things together, if you’re okay with... that.”

You pretend to consider it. “Hmm. Do you charge by the hour, or is this a discount situation?”

He blinks. “I mean, I can give you, like, the friend rate? If we’re friends? Or not. I didn’t mean to assume—”

“Relax, Einstein.” You laugh, shifting your grip on the book. “I’d love the help.”

You start rummaging through your pockets, half-distracted.

“Hang on—need something to write with. Gimme your number.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence.

“...My number?” he echoes, like you just asked him for a kidney.

“Yes, your number.” you say slowly, enunciating each syllable. “You know, the ten digits? For modern communication.”

“Right! Totally. I can—uh—yeah, I can give you that. Lemme just—” he pats himself down like a man on fire, checking every pocket, flipping his notebook, looking under the table like maybe a post-it note will crawl out and offer itself up.

“It’s fine,” you chuckle, amused by the sight. “You can just write it on my hand.”

He freezes mid-motion, slowly turning to you like you just offered him your soul.

“Your hand?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Unless that’s too weird for you. I guess you don’t want me to have it—”

“No! No, no, I do! I mean—I can do that.” he stammers, already reaching for his sharpie again.

You smile and extend your hand for him, palm open.

He swallows hard, before reaching out.

Gojo's fingers wrap gently around your wrist, warm and a little shaky, as he steadies your hand in his. His thumb grazes across your skin as he lines the pen up, then exhales softly like he’s trying not to freak out over the fact that he is touching a girl and she is not recoiling. In fact, you’re smiling.

“There.” he says quietly, fingers unwrapping from your wrist slowly.

You glance at it, then back at him. “What if it wears off?”

His eyes widen. “Wait—should I—? Do you want me to—?”

You shrug, grinning. “Guess you’ll have to pick a permanent marker next time.”

His laugh is boyish, ridiculously fond. “I guess so.”

You step back, tucking your arm against your chest. “Thanks, space boy. I'll text you later.”

You start to walk away, but something makes you turn to glance back once. He’s still watching you, dazed, the heat still clinging to his cheeks, ears tinged slightly red.

You shoot him a wink.

He nearly falls off the stool.

A/N: Comment 'Nerdjo 👅' if you'd like to see a full-length fic for this. Also, apologies if I went too geeky on the physics, have to use my degree somewhere.

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nerd!choso x bully!reader

nerd!choso who always sits alone in classes or lunch, head down and writing in his notebooks, headphones on and focusing on his school work. He didn't talk to anyone, besides his younger brother in a lower grade, too shy and nervous to make new friends.

nerd!choso who was scared of the popular kids, avoiding them at all costs, just in case they'd pick on him... maybe besides one. You were one of the mean girls, always in those groups and leading others. Always in those tight, form fitting outfits that made your ass look biteable- You made fun of him, alone. No big entourages were with you when you spoke to him. Maybe it meant you liked him enough to not humiliate him in front of your friends? Or maybe that was just a stupid thought of his.

nerd!choso who got a bit excited when he saw you approach him in the hallway. You'd slam your hand on his locker, leaning in to smile up at him. Your eyes were so pretty...and he couldn't help but start blushing, fumbling to fix his glasses. He was a head taller than you, but that didn't stop you from intimidating him.

"Hey, Chos. Find a girlfriend yet?" You teased, flipping your hair with your free hand, eyeing him up and down.

"N..no.."

"You're such a virgin, nerd. I bet you'll never find a girl that'll want you." Your perfectly lip glossed lips spread into a wider grin.

"Guess you won't even come to prom next Friday, right?" You teased further.

"I don't know i... uhm... guess not.."

For some reason that made your smile drop, pulling back to cross your arms underneath your chest, unintentionally pushing your tits up. Choso gulped, trying to look away.

"What? You better be there... i need someone to entertain me there."

Did you just tell him to come to prom for you? No way, right?

nerd!choso who was overthinking this now. He hadn't planned to go, but for some odd reason you wanting him there? It made his heart flutter and tummy turn in that uncomfortably warm way.

nerd!choso who tried to put this in the back of his mind. But every time he saw you, his cheeks grew warmer than usual.

You, obviously laughed at him for it at lunch. He sat alone outside or in the corner in the cafeteria where no one would bother him, you always found where he was.

"You good? Looks like you're about to pass out. Do i need to call your mommy to come pick you up?"

He bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head. His bangs covering his eyes while glancing away.

You tch'd, leaning over him, grabbing his flushed face with one hand to turn it back to you and squishing his cheeks, making his lips pout.

"You should answer when you're spoken to, nerd. Now you're making me touch your cute face with my fresh mani."

"Y..you think my face is c..c...cute?"

You paled. Shit. You really said that out loud?

You scoffed, your own upper apples of your cheeks turning a light pink shade, letting go of his face and making a show of wiping your hands in your too-short-to-be-appropriate-for-school skirt.

"You're hearing things. Must be the lack of bitches you get."

nerd!choso who got pulled into the janitors closet after walking by it. A soft hand muffling his surprise. Oh, it was just you.

He relaxed, trying to find your eyes in the dim, cramped room.

"If you tell anyone about this, i will ruin your life. Got it?"

He looked confused but nodded, then you pulled away and grabbed some sort of envelope from a shelf. You shoved it into his chest before scurrying out of the closet, leaving him alone in the dark. You got embarrassed.... but he didn't know that, right?

Choso, confused as hell, opened the letter and pulled out the note inside.

"I don't like you or anything, stupid nerdface.

I don't have a date for prom. Ugly Naoya is going with some other lame girl. So i have NO other choice but to ask you.

If you don't come, i will break all of your bones.

Pick me up at xxx, 5:30''

At the bottom there's a red lipstick kiss mark left.

nerd!choso who was overthinking it, again. He had Yuji help him pick out a nice outfit for prom, even tried to style his hair and didn't wear his glasses but contacts.

He did come pick you up at the exact time, sweating bullets as he held a flower bouquet he had taken the time to pick out. Why was he so nervous? You were just using him, right? Nothing deeper.

You stepped out, in a dress that flattered every single curve and divot. Your hair? Ethereal. The makeup and heels? It made his mouth go dry and his knees felt like they might give in.

"H..hey... i... these are for you..!" he held the flowers out for you, covering his red face with the other hand.

You walked up to him, looked at the blooms and then to his covered face. He felt the weight of them leaving his hands. You really were holding them in your arms...

"Where are your glasses? Should've kept them on." You mumbled, taking his hand that was shielding his flustered state and starting to pull him away to head to the school.

nerd!choso who found himself enjoying the evening more than he'd expected. After taking the couples picture and drinking some punch and speaking to some of your friends, Choso acting as your arm candy, you had actually taken him to dance. His larger, nervous hands on your hips as your arms wrapped around his neck, chest against chest.

Why did you look shier than him right now?

Must be the lighting.

He let out a soft whimper, hands holding on to your ankle, trying not to grip into your sheer stockings.

"Choso, you're so pathetic its cute."

"M sorry... it just feels... ah.. so good... can you do it harder?"

Yoon's notes: I WILL BE WRITING A PART TWO WHERE READER DOMS HIM SO HARDBROROORORORORO Reupload from my old account @/yoonsucksalot ! HUGE MEGA DRIPPING WET THANKS TO @liliklei @yorikae !!!

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Campus stalker Kirara can't keep her eyes off you || MDNI 18+

It started slowly – with her quirky, but rather cutesy smile following you around the university's halls, joined by the lavender eyes. At first, the thought of someone having a crush on you was rather flattering but obvious, as you did have quite a few other admirers. Male ones, for that matter, but still forming a certain group.

You didn't really like the "popular girl" tag that was stapled to you during the first year, but, oh well, you didn't mind it either. Getting attention was nice – secret love letters, flowers, stuttering asks whether you're free this evening, shy glances from across the halls. It was sweet and innocent, with men stumbling over one another just to get a sniff of your sweet perfumes.

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18+ how to sexually harass your hot law professor, higuruma !

1. HRSS 1O1 : YA LIKE MY TIDDIES, PROF ?

law professor! higuruma hiromi is lecturing a class on courtroom ethics while you sit front row & flash your tits in his face.

let me rephrase: professor higuruma is pressed tweed suit / half-loosened tie / hair damp & sticky with afternoon sweat. you’re a third year law school student with translucent excuse for a button-up shirt & an ego bruised from being rejected by your law professor one too many times.

it’s always “you’re too young,” or “this is inappropriate.” never ‘yes y/n, i’d love to put my balls in your jaw !’

so you take matters into your own hands.

no one who’s anyone attends the 4PM lectures. so when higuruma hiromi watches you stroll in at 4:11 PM sharp, hair tied back & blazer on & looking uncharacteristically presentable, professor higuruma can’t hide the way his eyes flit to you & back to the half-empty class again. suspicious.

you sit front row & center. hiromi doesn’t react.

not until you’re flashing your breasts in his face, that is.

sweat beads on your perky nipples & you can only thank the midsummer heat. higuruma hiromi is staring—wide-eyed now, as his least favorite, much too perverted student pinches her nipples with her thumb & index & gives them a good rub for him to see.

& because that’s not enough—it never is with you—you have the audacity to soak your fingers in the wetness of your tongue & play with your pebbled nipples right in his face! two rows to your left in the half-empty classroom is a boy named mike ross who’s caught on to what you’re doing yet keeps his eyes trained straight. he’s just here to graduate. what the fuck is happening?

“class is dismissed. you may all leave.”

the lecture soon comes to an end. you’re packed books & buttoned blazer now, boobs tucked away & the picture of perfection.

“not you, y/n,” you freeze.

“meet me in my office in five.”

2. HRSS 2O1 : TUMBLR SMUT ABOUT YOUR LAW PROFESSOR ? SRSLY ?

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