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𐙚 plug!Choso; arched and feline (smut;blurb)
𐙚 imagine Nanami licking your body (softer smut;blurb)
𐙚 Satoru Gojo and your pretty, gooey cunt... (smut;blurb)
𐙚 imagine Nanami as the bdsm club owner... (smut;drabble)
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𐙚 imagine Nanami licking your body - blurb
𐙚 imagine Nanami as the bdsm club owner… - drabble
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𐙚 plug!Choso; arched and feline - blurb
𐙚 plug!Choso; Blue Dream series
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𐙚 exbf!Toji remembers just what you like - drabble
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𐙚 Satoru Gojo and your pretty, gooey cunt… - drabble
he's just your average Joe. Lays weekly pipe on your roomie and lays his eyes on you, too. nothing deplorable it's just a little sleezy when she's taking a shower after just getting laid by him. happy move-in babes.
ever since the start of your period, you'd been feining for a day to use your vibrator. alas, your cycles were heavy as a hammer and despite wanting to, you had no clue how to do it while your new roomie was around. I mean, you wanted to make a good impression. Or at least salvage whatever was left of one.
To elaborate… I guess this starts with a flashback.
when you arrived at the apartment a week ago, you were expecting a woman as your roommate. that being said, you were plagued with shock and vexed to see a big burly man in your otherwise pleasing new stay. you were stunned for a moment. you almost checked the room number again as if you hadn't been Joe Golberging it since you applied. this was the place and you'd done enough research to know that solidly.
but if this is the place then what on Earth was a man… who's very shirtless, slightly damp, and obviously fuckin’ hung, doing on the couch? he didn't notice you right away. he had no sense of urgency in the world. if you were a robber you could've cleared half the decor at the door by now.
you cleared your throat lightly and finally, his head tilted on its axis. His eyes followed suit.
“what?”
you fist your suitcase handle and shift on your feet.
“what… what!?— ugh. you must be in the wrong apartment.”
“can't a guy chill on a couch? and who even are you?”
the luteal storm was brewing in your chest, only to be soothed by a big sigh.
“I'm some girl's roommate. it's supposed to be this room. 3108.”
his brows perk up a bit before he braces himself to stand. your eyes glide up with him.
“well, now I understand your confusion. girl your lookin’ for is in the shower.”
feeling more comfortable, you finally step inside and roll your things in. automatically, he's assisting you with whatever you left outside the door.
“so this still doesn't explain your presence.” you state conspiratorially.
he takes a moment to answer. it only left you wondering if he's the long term boyfriend or something more complex.
“I'm something akin to a weekly plumber.”
your brows furrowed in confusion before rolling at his corny ass joke.
“cause you lay pipe, yeah?” you can't help but twitch a half smile despite your best efforts to hold it back.
he chuckles heartily.
“mm. you've seen the video.”
you nod, looking down for a moment as you sway on your feet a bit.
The moment dies out to a comfortable silence as you continue to get somewhat situated. he shows you to your room and points you to your roommates room. there were warm smells wafting from her side of the place and you're a sucker for scents. You couldn't wait to meet her, now.
he hadn't left your side, helping you unpack your duffles and plopping the essentials on your bed. you do the same, pulling out your soft forest blanket and huffing fondly. as the silence stretches for comfortable miles, you slip into your head. not only was he a little funny but he was bad too. in a niche way.
like an “im a women studies major and I have incredible dick game” way.
Or maybe he's a heavy advocate for social equity. either way, it screamed sexy and sovereign.
“ookay.. didn't know this was an essential.”
his voice shook you back to the present. for a moment, you take in his appearance. damn, he was more of a sight up close. those biceps all plush and a dildo in hand. wait, dildo in hand?
fuck.
you finally take a good look at what he has. he was holding your dildo, generous in length, like a cucumber and waving it around slightly so it bounces. he's waiting for a reaction but your terror doesn't budge.
he half shrugged and tossed it with the rest of your things on the bed. you exhale in relief. thank God. he was willing to let it go.
“so i was willing to let it go…” his eyes were glued to something else in the bag. think. what other incriminating things could you have possibly packed to elicit more embarrassing—
“but why do your underwear have a battery pack on them?”
your eyes widened in horror as he started to fiddle with the pack.
“wait! wait—”
he hit a button that caused them to begin vibrating at quite a vigorous pace and his eyes just about bucked out of his head too.
eyes darting around the room, you cut your losses and decide to explain vaguely.
“can’t a girl be horny.. uh, sometimes?” the corner of your mouth twitched up in a wry smile.
he shook his head and tries to turn them off.
“yeah sure, whatever. help turn them off?”
“oh!”
you nod and make your way around the bed to where he's standing. your hands found their way to the button and he made way for you, holding them as you turned them off.
after the grueling buzzing stops, you sigh, looking up at him with a nervous smile.
“don't worry, secrets safe with me, midnight masturbator.”
you drop your head, fighting back the stupid grin that's spreading ear to ear before you meet his gaze again. he tilted his head ever so slightly. his eyes swooped down for a fraction of a second with a heat that's smooth and comforting. Only then do you hear a door open and an effervescent voice calling a name that seemed close by.
“Tojiii?”
It's almost like you could smell her liveliness from around the corner before she finally peeked her head in the doorway curiously.
“Oh! Toji there you are. And..” she smiles with the warmth of salted caramel.
“you must be roomie.”
you'd already looked in her direction, now you were looking back at Toji to see that he's already fixed and distanced from you. you bite your lip ever so slightly before looking towards the floor and then back at her.
“yeah. yeah that's me. Toji here was just helping me sort through my things.”
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you're so horny on one of Nanami's work days. He's on his computer typing up a document that's almost past due. he's been frustrated all day but so were you. granted in different ways. regardless, you make it his problem. you give little passive comments, a dirty joke here and there because he's deep in that document but he could be deep inside you.
eventually, he allows you to sit on his lap while he works. ohhh this is your chance. you sit peacefully for a while, watching him type and grunt. his brows furrow in exhaustion. he huffs and as soon as you hear it, you grind your ass into his crotch.
his breath hitches and he grips the fat of your hips, guiding them. you relax into the movement with a sigh of relief. it's like a promise of that sweet sweet release you'd been craving.
.
you're stuck cockwarming Nanami after he lets you get him out of his pants, only to sink you down, kiss your neck and stretch his arms around you. One on the mouse and the other on his keyboard. whenever you rock your hips, he might grind just a bit.
he likes watching you get restless, the way you whine and try to kiss up to him with nothing in return. he isn't unaffected, you can feel his cock pulse with need every few seconds. but he leaves you there until you're a warm sticky mess all over his slacks.
imagine Nanami as the owner of a bdsm club, fantasizing about sex with you..
He spots you from across the place, tie draped loosely around his neck, eyes surveying your arrival.
he's charming, making the stress of your day melt away with the ease of a few words. yet, he holds onto his exhaustion. you guys get to talking at the bar couch. about work and all.
"let me guess... teacher?" he asks.
"how'd you know?"
"you just give off teacher vibes. I also have taught." he says thoughtfully, tracing the rim of his cup.
"really?"
he nods. he tells you some about his day life then he pops the inevitable question.
"why here for a Saturday night?"
there must've been something in the air. usually you wouldn't just lay out your life story to a random but he seemed relatively kind.
the more you spoke, the more comfortable things became. you guys sit down, you learn his name, smiles mingle between you two until he's touching your thigh. you're warm. so so warm. he only wonders how much warmer—
"Nanami?"
his eyes glide up your figure. He stops on your lips momentarily before fully meeting your eyes. his fingers twitch ever so slightly.
in the moments you've been talking, he's learned your preferences. how you like to be handled. you like a mean guy and you've mistaken him for sweet. he's only mannerable. for now.
you're loving his attention. how he listens to you talk and caresses you gently. he understands why you're here. he has no problem giving you the attention but he wants to give you more.
and as you talk, all he can imagine is laying you down. slipping in nice and slow and deep. he can only imagine how fucking wet you'd be while he gives your toys a run for their money. hell. we could bring your toys into it.
he could hold a vibrator against your clit. hard. dick you down until you sob for him to be that kind, hospitable man he was only moments ago.
that's when he'd wrap a hand around your throat. give you a collar you'd probably love while your pussy sobs on his cock like the lil' punk she is.
you'd be so good—
"Nanami."
"hm?" he shakes his head slightly, sucking in a breath as he sinks back into his surroundings.
he's rubbing your thigh intently. he has been since he got lost in his fantasies.
"are you even listening to me?"
"of cours—"
"don't lie."
he moves his hand up further despite the act he's putting on. his eyes pierce yours as he leans just a bit closer. he grabs your jaw with his other hand, watching your eyes grow wide. and with a deep breath he speaks.
"I heard most of what you said... though, I was a little distracted."
"with?" your brows furrow and you swallow but it's hard. hot.
"these pretty thighs.."
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Imagine Duke!Geto who hates societal norms and the idea of marrying. He goes to the balls every season because the Queen requests his presence. the moment he's free he goes to fulfill his actual duty.
He finds his way to a play where you're starring, watching the way you prance about and sing. after months of being away, being back in town for one season meant only one thing. he needed you.
so after your performance he's immediately sneaking his way backstage and whisking you away. Just to talk for a bit. the last time you'd spoke, it ended with a boundary; that you wouldn't see each other anymore since he was being told to lock down.
but he was never letting that run, it's just what he let you think. as he speaks, he flips his hair behind his shoulders, licks his lips at the way your dress rides up your thigh ever so slightly.
your mind, your mannerisms, you.
it's all that circled through his mind. and before you know it l, he's pressing you against the wall, unable to waste more time talking about anything that's not the two of you.
He’s just so obsessed with how your pretty, gooey cunt clenches around nothing when he teases it. He’s obsessed with the whines that trickle down your lips when he pulls his fingers out. When you're so, so close. He loves to focus all his attention on your swollen bud. He claims it’s “just begging for it, it’s more stuck up than I am.” He'd proceed to languidly swipe his tongue over it just enough to make you jump.
His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, making sure there’s no chance of you easing them closed out of overstim.
“Satoruuu.”
You’d mewl out, trying to swat his head away. He’d chuckle with a shit-eating smirk, spreading your lips to blow cool streams of air on your clit. Blissfully aware of how badly every nerve ending in your body is burning. But he’s determined to coax that fourth orgasm out of you. Or is it five now?
He's not done. Not even when you're arching off of the bed, begging for it to be the last with your fingers tangled in his snowy locks.
“C’mon, sweetheartt, just one more… I know you can give me one moreee.”
It’s clearly for his amusement, his own pleasure. Why wouldn't a cocky bastard love an ego boost? He adores watching you fall apart in his arms and you love to do it just as much.
He’ll push his fingers back in, coaxing whimpers from your lips as you desperately take them. It was so simple to bury his long digits deep since he’s had you creaming all over them for fucking hours. He slides his hands gently up and down your thighs, soothing the crescent marks his nails left behind. With his lips planting soft kisses up your belly, there was no way you’d last any longer.
And only after continuous minutes of your thrashing, he'd look up for a moment just to see your drunken, dumb expression. Your eyes barely look in his direction and sweat is prickling every part of your skin.
This. This is exactly how he likes you. Boneless, breathless, and endlessly buzzing.
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imagine being so worked up as an exhausted Nanami lolls his tongue between your breasts,
licking a slow, carnal stripe of saliva as you arch up. his lips press to your sternum, tongue now swirling lazy lines over your sapid skin.
mmm. he's traveling slowly to the swell of your breast, nipping small red streaks across your cleavage.
"long day, sweetheart?"
you anchor yourself with the tautness of his arm, which is now wrapped around the nape of your neck. the words are truly slipping from you, and they tumble even further when his other hand claws gently into the fat of your thigh. which causes you to simply whine his name.
"Kentoo."
"I'll take that as a yes." he murmurs into your skin, eyes slowly gliding to meet yours.
you nod your head. your breath is coming in erratic puffs which Kento simply watches for a moment. a smirk tugs at his lips as he dips back down for more of your sweat glazed flesh. Only now, he's dragged his way to your hardened peak.
he elicits a sharp gasp from you when he latches onto it, biting gently just to suck and soothe after. by this point you're squirming in his hold. he takes your thigh and hikes it up around his waist. you can practically feel the warmth of his body through his work attire.
and just when you're finally relaxing into his touch, he's grinding his hips into the delicious plush of your mound, and he's so well endowed you can feel a clean cut imprint through his pants.
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plugchoso! but he has you arched and feline in his backseat, cheek touching the leather.
His hand fits around the back of your head, keeping you perfectly still as he notches the drooling tip of his cock in your entrance. you're such a gorgeous girl. it was truly unlike him to mix... sexual relationships with business but ever since the first time he'd felt the soft hug of your gummy walls, he couldn't resist making it a thing.
"tell me what you want."
you whine helplessly before mewling put those pretty little words.
"want it deep."
"you want it deepp?" he coos, though you can tell by the deepening pressure on your head that it was more taunting than anything.
your eyes squeeze shut with a nod, ass squirming to move the tip in just a little further. your antiques were quickly met with a harsh smack of your ass.
"stop moving and ask nicely."
youre practically dazed, unable to think about much but getting his cock inside you as soon as possible. you reach a hand back for him as you plead.
"pleasee, I want you buried, Cho."
He grunts, hips bucking forward causing his cock to slip down and his hips to press against your ass. His hand intertwines with yours, pinning it to the small of your back as he uses his other one to line himself back up.
"act like you know who you're talkin' to."
"pleasee, Choso!" you cry out, biting your lip to stifle a yelp as he smacks your ass again.
"mm. that's my girl."
he snaps his hips forward, burying himself deep into your sopping cunt till his nicely trimmed pubes touch your ass. a stifled, high pitched 'hngh' rips through your throat. the force would've made you jolt if it weren't for his grip on you.
"such a good lil' thing for me."
he draws his hips back, only to slowly fill you up again with his pulsing, heavy cock. you squirm, trying to relieve some of the pressure in your guts as he stirs them mercilessly with each following thrust.
"hn- hah! always good for you.."
"always good for me."
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he's obviously started watching porn, but finds himself confused by how different his looks compared to the men in the clips. most are nice and proportionate to their bodies, some long and lithe, some shorter, but none as thick and heavy as his. why are his balls sticking to the inside of his thighs when it gets hot? why is his cock so heavy that he walks slower than other men? he hates it.
when he sees bigger sizes being praised online he figures they don't mean him. because his cock isn't just big, it's heavy, fat, swings when he walks, and takes up all the space in his boxers. he can't even find a sex doll for him to fuck that'll withstand his size. he's torn through all of them.
how is he ever going to be in a relationship?
when you started liking him, choso had forgotten all about the monstrosity in his underwear and got all caught up in your flirtations. he's never had someone as beautiful as you pay so much attention to him. you're one of yuji's friends from college that's staying at their house for the summer. you include him on your outings with yuji, get him little gifts you say reminded you of him, call him pretty and trace his tattoos with your hands... it all has his brain melting into goo. he only remembers that he's a freak when you're sat on the couch with him sitting on the floor between your legs during movie night, and you're scratching his scalp lightly with your fingertips.
the slow, repeated motion has his cock twitching and slowly rising in his pants, giving an especially hard throb when you tug his hair gently and squish your thighs around him. your hole is close enough to his nose for him to smell you, the sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.
he doesn't notice how bad it looks until his cock is fully stood up in his shorts, and he looks down, seeing the huge tent in his trousers and pushes his hands over it, stumbling to his feet. the quick, sudden movements making him dizzy. "i t-think i left my computer on upstairs" he mumbles, pushing down on his cock and praying you can't see how hard he is. you look up at him through long lashes and tilt your head, giving him a look that's disastrously similar to one you'd probably make if you sucked him off. it has him starting to leak an embarrassing amount.
with a yelp, he rushes upstairs before you can see the mess he's made of himself. he's so disoriented that he accidentally finds himself in the guest room, the one you're currently using, instead of his. and it's heaven. all your little trinkets everywhere, your scent stuck in the room... he dumps himself face first on the bed and buries his face into the pillow you're using, inhaling deeply and starting to hump the mattress through his shorts.
his cock is so swollen, even fatter and more sensitive than normal, and his hip rolls are slow and heavy as he grinds down onto the cushy duvet, inhaling large gusts of your shampoo and lotion from the pillow and imagining he's grinding on you instead. soft, sweet, pretty you. he's so obsessed with you. and you like him too, he knows it... how will he fit his cock in you when the time finally comes for him to fuck you?
"mngh... s-shit-" he groans into the pillow, strings of saliva coating it from his parted lips. he hasn't had feelings like this for another person for as long as he can remember, and imagining you being able to take all of him has his brain completely messed up.
choso pants your name and reaches down to cup his balls through his thin shorts, massaging the heavy mounds as more precum shoots out of his tip and leaks onto your mattress. he wonders if you've touched yourself on this bed too. maybe you touched yourself to him- "oh ff-fuck-" he chokes out, tearing his pants off and grinding his cock raw on your mattress, his fat cock now bare to the cool air of the room and to anyone that could walk in...
"choso, are you in my room? i've been looking for you everywhere! why have you been gone so long? yuji told me to come check on-"
you barge into the room unceremoniously and look at choso rubbing his huge dick on your bed, leaking cum everywhere out of his thick, flushed tip and sniffing your pillow.
"oh my gosh."
he tries to get up quickly, but he's so dazed and his orgasm was ruined and his poor cock hurts so much... he can't stop what he's doing, continuing to hump your bed while looking at you with huge, glossy eyes. "ne- hic- need help, please..." he begs, lips parted as a moan bubbles out of him.
you'd be completely grossed out if this were anyone else in the world sneaking into your room and getting off to you like this, but you know choso. he's so sweet and gentle, and if he got this desperate, you know he must've been wanting you for a long time. you pause by the door. "h-how do you want me to help you?"
he sniffles and pouts up at you. "i wanna do this to you instead..." he says, reaching a hand out for you.
slowly, you approach him, and he makes quick work of tugging you under him. he parts your legs and lines his bare cock up with your clotched hole, starting to grind down on you while panting and looking straight into your eyes.
you gasp at the pleasure erupting through you as he starts to grind down on you. the friction is delicious, and his weight on top of you allows for firmer pressure of your crotches against one another. from this angle, you can look down proper and see if his dick really was as big as it felt, and you gasp at the huge, thick flesh pressing into you.
choso whimpers and frantically kisses you to distract you from gaping at his cock. "please don't look at it," he moans against your mouth, enjoying how good you taste. somehow it's even better than you smell, and he can't resist sliding his tongue past your lips and tangling your tongue with his as he humps you. " 's big and ugly."
he never thought he'd be fortunate enough to do this, but here he is, grinding on and kissing his crush, and all he needed to do was ask. you're nearly distracted by kissing him, but you catch on to his words of insecurity and pull away, panting. "that's not- ah, true, choso. your cock is mnh! nice..."
he perks up, getting overexcited by your praise and moans and squirming. he grabs your hips and tugs off your bottoms, lifting you up and rubbing himself against your naked hole. "yeah?" he pants. "you like it? ugh, 'm so close..."
you mewl each time his wet tip notches partially in your hole then slips out, offering a momentary stretch before he returns to humping you. "c-can i cum on you?" he whines, rubbing you on his dick and maneuvering your body in his big hands. "please... i like you so much, i want you to smell like me-"
"y-yeah... f-fuck, you can put it in me if you want to, too." you gasp as he pushes just a little bit inside again and pulls out, returning to rubbing against you sloppily.
he whines, not wanting to reject your offer, but knowing he'll probably never fit inside you. the thought of stretching you out again and having you cry and squirm on his dick if he buried himself inside you all the way has his vision going white, and his eyes roll as he shoots hot ropes of cream all over your tummy, with you following right after.
as you cum together, choso bends down and kisses you hard once more, dumping his body on yours and practically slurping on your tongue. he's getting all excited again and doesnt notice you grabbing his half-hard cock at the base, starting to slowly push it inside you...
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those two friends who spill it all while drunk one night.
your friend of a few months now invited you to a kickback. Up until now everything had been purely platonic. I mean, currently, he was getting over his own qualms and you weren't even remotely ready for a relationship. Or maybe that's simply what you told yourself to avoid the stir in your chest. The steadiness you felt when you knew he was around. The static that fizzled just between your fingertips when the conversation deepened to the pits of your hearts.
you'd gone to get a cup of jungle juice when you got there. It was Ever Clear and some random cranberry juices mixed. It wasn't great but it was bearable enough to get you loose. While pouring a cup, you spot your friend. He's in the corner of the kitchen as people wobble through. Leaned against a counter looking like sunlight and slutty goodness in his outfit.
He wore a baby tee and some jeans with a cool looking belt per usual. He spots you and immediately perks up a bit. His gaze ushers you over without a word. As soon as you get there, you're greeted joyously.
“hey mama.”
“hey, thought it would be deeper than this in here. not complaining though.”
“mhm, it's not too many folks. s’kinda homey inna way.”
his words seep into your pores, breathing life into your skin. after a while of y'all talking and sipping and falling into each other like always, he pauses. For a moment, he simply rests his eyes upon you. You are the softest and most comfortable he's been since his childhood bed.
“can I tell you something?”
your heart drops. for a moment you're breathing manually, the room oscillating lightly. He is steady. you nod, lips curving up slightly.
“anything.”
he steps a bit closer, his eyes trained on yours as he grazes your cheekbone with his fingertips.
“i wish I could be this bold with you sober.”
he takes your face into both hands, closing the distance between your buzzing bodies.
“im such a pussy.”
one hand slips to the small of your back and your breath catches on everything you are trying to say. he's so close you can smell the Ever Clear and honesty. Never had you given away even a hint that you had a little crush. he was such an asshole for doing this inebriated, where you couldn't regulate every little spark of heat.
“jus tell me no. please. I need to stop pining over you.”
“what?”
his fingers glide over the skin exposed by your cropped top. his eyes haven't left yours, not even as the puddle of wetness forms in his waterlines. you search his eyes, trying to make sense of him in this moment.
“i like you… I-i thought I was so obvious.”
your eyes widen a bit before softening into an unbreakable sureness. the tension had been off the charts since you'd met and now? Now that he'd dipped into it's hard exterior, you needed to explore it fully.
“I thought I was goin crazy.”
“no, I jus didn't know what to say…” he chuckles drunkenly before continuing.
“mm, I can never get it out sober. all I ever wanted to do was drop to my knees and hope you got it.”
it goes quiet, comfortably so. The kickback has disappeared into the background. he licks his lips ever so slightly and nudges you closer till your pressed together. As he looks into your eyes, you fall into his and take his face into your hands now.
he leans in, brows furrowed in a soft hunger that'd been brewing for months. you stop him.
“wait.. wanna kiss you sober.”
he smiles lazily and nods. and for the rest of the night, you two are cuddled up on whichever couch, spectating the haze while you inhale every bit of each other.
exbf!Toji who always remembers exactly how you like it.
whether it's been a few weeks or a month, as soon as you are under him his restriction becomes the ability to make your legs shake uncontrollably.
you'd broken up with him over something stupid and pride wouldn't allow you to just talk it through. you wanted to stand your ground. but that went out the window every time he'd hit you up.
exbf!Toji who knew exactly how to get you missing him with just a few words when you'd pick up the phone.
“hey doll.”
“don't call me doll.”
“I miss ya.”
“yeah whatever.” you'd retort.
“mhm, I know those toys ain't cuttin’ it either.”
“…”
“what I thought. if you won't talk to me, at least come over, chill with me for a bit.”
you'd end up over his house every single time.
exbf!Toji who was simply glad to have you on his couch. Smelling all nice and lookin pissy like always. He wouldn't touch you, not without your permission. so when you'd watch a movie or something, it was up to you to let him know what you wanted.
his strong arm would rest on the back of the couch as he lounged. he'd watch the movie just as much as he watched your jaw clench. you'd readjust your legs so often that he just knew you were fucking. aching.
he just loved you, really. no matter the bullshit you threw at him, he was still wrapped around your finger. he'd kiss your feet if you asked him to. you just needed to speak up.
exbf!Toji who was so satisfied when you finally looked at him with that doey eyed, pathetic little expression.
“whats wrong?”
you touch his thigh, squeezing the muscle there gently.
“I miss you too.”
“yeah, I know you do.”
exbf!Toji whose fingers are now digging into the plush of your thighs, keeping them locked against your chest as he folds you in half. Your ankles have been propped on his shoulders for sooo long now.
each draw of his hips is sloppy and languid, making you tense with anticipation for the next.
plap “mhmm, doll.. this fuckin’ cunt-” plap
his head hangs, obsidian locks draping down too.
“always soo good..”
exbf!Toji who loves when your mouth is hinged open, cries spilling out every time his fat tip kisses your cervix with each deep stroke. he pushes a thumb into your mouth and you suck. he slips out of your heat just to notch his cock at your entrance. the warmth forcing clench after clench around nothing but the peak.
“stp fckin cllin’ me dll.” you whine out around his thumb.
he chuckles, “what was that, doll?”
your eyes flutter as he presses on your tongue. he pulls your legs down to missionary, leaning over you to see your face before pressing back inside, inch after torturous inch, until he’s fully seated. you mewl, head lulling back as much as he allows it.
exbf!Toji who delights in the squelch of your pussy with each long stroke. he pulls his thumb from your mouth to feel up your body, groaning as he picks up speed. A couple thrusts in he changes the angle a bit, causing you to cry out and grab his wrist.
“w-wait.. right there. please keep it right theree.”
“right here?” he pushes on your tummy and grinds his hips into it, eliciting a sharp whimper from you. a smirk ghosts his lips. he draws back and targets that spot, your whines and babbles filling the room as you flutter around him.
exbf!Toji who doesn't wanna let you go. soft moans leaving his lips as your pussy hugs him like you can't let him go either.
“close, baby? gonna squeeze me good?”
“yes, toji’..”
“fuckk— wait for me, I'm almost there. where do you want it, pretty girl?”
usually, you liked for him to cum on your stomach. The aftercare of it was always nice but right now, you wanted him closer. And perhaps you were a bit hazy but it came out regardless.
“can you keep it in? hah.. wanna feel it.”
he blinks in shock.
exbf!Toji who has to pull out just a bit in fear he'll throb his way to an orgasm just from your words alone.
“do you know what you're sayin’ doll?”
you nod lazily, legs weak and drooping. so much so that he readjusts and drapes them over his arms. pressing over you. your eyes meet and you've never been more sure of something before.
there's a beat of silence before he speaks up again.
“i'm sorry for making you break up with me to begin with.”
“toji.. later..”
“I cant keep it in if we haven't at least talked. just accept my apology… please.”
you look at him, eyes softening as much as your pride before beckoning him closer. As he leans in, you take his face in your hands and kiss him, tongues curling together feverishly.
“im sorry too, Toji. want you back..”
exbf!Toji whose restraint drains from his face as he starts fucking you into the mattress, holding your jaw tight to keep your eyes on him. your pussy gives him one last good squeeze before white hot pleasure washes over you.
he follows quickly after, his thrusts growing jerky as he spills into you in thick creamy spurts.
“god, i missed you.”
he says with a gentle kiss to your forehead as he collapses his weight onto you.
when his face was finally settled into the natural curve of your breasts, he relaxed the entirety of his body.
“kei’,” you breathe out as his hands begin to trail up your sides.
“mm, baby?”
He was listening, mostly. Even when his thumb began to circle one of your hardening peaks through your shirt.
your sentence caught in your throat. When he'd heard no further response, he perked up.
“what is it?” he pauses, eyes flitting between you and the fat of your breast resting in his hand.
you rake your hands through his hair gently. pondering whether to comment on this before you end up fucked out like yesterday. in the end, you settle for a tinyyy reminder.
“thought you said you'd be okay today, kei?”
“I am okay…”
He says softly, voice smooth and spreading through your tummy. But there's something about the way he tenses that makes you think otherwise. You watch as his eyes settle on yours, hands gently resuming.
“are you okay?” he shifts.
Your hand fists in his hair. Sucking in a small breath, you respond with a small…
“yea.”
Though you were far from okay. You were just as bad as him when it came to self control.
He holds your gaze for a moment, the air growing thicker as his touch becomes more intentional. Goosebumps quickly follow as his hands feel down your waist. A low hum flows from his lips. He presses his face into your boobs, breathing you in deeply.
“fuck, you're so pretty… fuck,” he whines.
Your back arches into him a little and he welcomes you.
“yea.. come home, baby.”
He gives your hips a gentle squeeze before nuzzling his face further into you. Heat was starting to snake through your body in waves and he was barely touching you yet.
You feel the warmth of his palms radiate over your torso as he slips his hands under your shirt.
You sink your teeth into your gum, brows furrowing ever so slightly at the sight before you. Your Keigo— capturing the fabric of your shirt between his teeth, pulling it up just enough to reveal your navel.
He moans before swiping his nose over the heat of your moist tummy. Hands caressing the dips and hollows of your body as if you are something holy.
His tongue lulls out to taste the salty dew of your skin. Your breath hitches softly, thighs squeezing his head ever so slightly in excitement. It's almost pathetic how quickly he could draw the slick from your core with a few words and a charming lilt.
He drags his tongue as far up as he can, leaving a trail of saliva, before your shirt is in the way again.
“can I, dovie?”
Despite your growing need, you roll your eyes a little. You decide to drive the reminder home.
“you told me you'd be fine without this today, Keigo.”
“I am fine. jus’ wanna see you.”
His throat bobs harshly. You knew better than anyone that if you let him take it off, it wouldn't be innocent.
“we both know you don't ‘just wanna see’.” you air quote.
he fights off a shit eating grin.
“baby.. dove.. gorgeous light of my life—”
“Keigo.”
He levels with you before you can fully cut him off.
“aht. look at me...” he grabs your face gently. It fits perfectly in the warmth of his palm. You have to stop yourself from melting into him as you meet his half-lidded gaze. The resistance quickly slipped away like sand.
“mhm. pretty girl.” he squishes your cheeks, eyes downcasted and glued to your features.
your eyes flutter as his thumb caresses your cheek. he lowers himself till he's resting in the crook of your neck near your ear. he lets out a long exhale.
“i know I said I'd be fine but…” he trails off as you drag your hands up his arm. “I just love you so much. I'll make it so so fucking good for you. please, dovie.”
“Keigo, you said-”
“i know what I said... and I also know who's pussy i'd devour for the next 30 minutes. If you let me.”
you sigh, before a small smirk plasters itself on your lips.
ovv. series, LOVE PLUG!CHOSO, Modern AU, reader is hesitant, independent, and stubborn.
summary: readers friend Megumi is persistent enough to convince you to try out his plug. What's up with that first hit?
“Look, if you're gonna double major jus’ because of your parents, at least carve off the stress of it,” drawled your friend Megumi as he tapped the ash from his joint.
Smoke rolled from his lips, curling around his face in a pillowy dome. Like always, he held it out to you with a cloud-nine gaze.
“Couldn't hurt.”
It was met with your hand, nudging it away. You'd felt more burned by his audacity than the ember.
“You know I don't do that stuff.”
“You say that like it's terrible.”
“It smells terrible, therefore—”
“Okay, okay. Don't need the whole spiel about it.”
He withdrew the joint and brought it back to his lips. There was a beat of familiar silence, only broken by the sound of his exhale, before he spoke up again.
“I just worry about you… I mean, you’ve been popping grays since freshman year.”
“Wisdom,” you retorted, smoothing down your hair instinctively. You'd hoped they wouldn't become so noticeable over time. But they'd sprouted from your scalp front and center.
“If you were wise, you'd get more acquainted with the kush.”
“Not my thing. It's a preference.”
You'd meant every word… at the time.
That was until each day started to boil down to a habitual, grueling routine. Endless studying until it was finally time to eat or sleep or something. You had a relentless headache, it seemed. Nothing worked, not even fresh air or an Advil. Before you knew it, you'd reached for your phone and decided to give Megumi a pitiful call.
“Meg, my head is killing me. The Advil isn't working. Do you have anything stronger?”
“Blue Dream.”
“…blue what?”
Screw Megumi and his persistence. He simply hung up with a slightly frustrated huff. Moments later you received a phone number which you assumed was your explanation.
You'd never smoked. Ever. Your family abused alcohol night and day. The only memory you'd had of that stuff was being sent to another room. Forced to listen as the thuds and thumps creeped closer to the door.
It always scared you. They must have had an incredibly low tolerance because each one of them seemed addicted. Their drunken eyes and swayed movements made them unpredictable. That alone was enough to make you vow to yourself you'd never be addicted to anything. Obviously, weed also fell under that umbrella.
So why the hell were you meeting up with a plug?
A minor lapse in judgement. That's the lie that rang in your mind as you stood from your desk. You slung a light jacket over your shoulders, rummaging through the piles of junk and work to find your wallet. The sky had long plunged into darkness. Seemed you had been studying for longer than intended. Nothing new.
How much more of this could you take?
Your phone flashed with a message.
“I'm out back.”
Shit.
The sound of shuffling filled the staircase as you made haste, hands tucked into your pockets. The closer you got to being out back of your dorm, the more the air seemed to thicken. You didn't even know what he looked like.
You padded outside, looking around aimlessly. He said he'd be in a black car, something about the rims standing out. He said you'd know it when you saw it but you weren't seeing much of anything. You walked out a bit further, shoulders tense to your ears. At this point, you'd forgotten what you were outside for. The frigidness numbed your brain just as much as your fingers.
Eventually, something chrome came into view. Streetlights bounced off what you assumed was the rim of a car. Otherwise the exterior was matted and the tint was definitely illegal. Your throat worked down a hard swallow before you started over to it.
You couldn't see him but he could definitely see you. By the time you reached the car, you could see the faint glow of his dash. The car door unlocked with a sharp click. You flinched ever so slightly before opening the door and slipping into the seat.
You'd never witnessed a more confused expression than when he turned to see you in the backseat of his car.
"Uh, you good?"
You looked up at him finally. Your hands shifted from your pockets to your lap. Fiddling with the accessory on your phone.
"I'm fine. Do I not look fine or something?"
"Well no, you look like you saw some shit on your way here and you're sitting in the backseat of my car like a kid."
"I prefer the backseat," you commented meekly. Eyes wide and hyper vigilant.
He stared at you for a moment, taking in your mannerisms. His eyes dipped down to follow the noise of the accessory before he sighed. His eyes met yours once more.
"Deals happen up front."
You remained stiff as though the seat was unwelcoming.
"You've never done this before, huh?"
You finally released the breath you'd been holding and shook your head no.
With a few kind words, he'd coaxed you gently from the back of the car and into his passenger seat. The atmosphere was surprisingly cozy. Plushies decorated his dash accompanied by a mellow scent wafting throughout the car. It was obvious he'd been quite comfortable before your arrival. Wearing a Death Note Tee and some house pants. It was quiet for a beat before the flurry of static erupted from your belly to finally form a sentence with some substance.
"I love Death Note."
A faint smile ghosted his lips.
"Me too."
He cut off your next sentence quite quickly, ushering away the niceties to make way for actual business.
"And-"
"How much did you wanna buy, again?"
Your eyes bounced to the dashboard, relieving the pressure of his gaze before returning, followed by a shrug.
"Words. I don't got all night."
"I don't know!" Your hands shot up in surrender, pleading a case that didn't exist.
"What do you mean you don't know—" He almost scoffed but it cut into more of a bitter laugh. "look kid, I need a number. Hell, an idea even."
"Kid? You don't look a day older than me."
The more you deflected, the more he wanted to kick you out of his car. The prospect of a good payout was the only reason you were still indulging in his heated seats.
"Doesn't matter, I wouldn't try to hide my face in the backseat of a car during a drug deal. Just say you're nervous."
"It's a damn preference!"
"So you do know how to speak up."
A conversation with you is exactly what he'd been trying to avoid. The day had worn him out and he would have much rather been cozied up than trying to teach you to form your first thought of the night.
He could see your eyes fixed on the small baggie as he reached back to grab it.
"This is what an ounce looks like."
It was labeled 'Blue Dream' and it looked inedible.
"How does it get to be… smokeable?" Your brows furrowed, head tilting to the side a little.
…
The baggie was abruptly tossed into the cupholder between you, a dumbfounded look registering on his face.
"Please don't tell me you've never rolled before. "His expression deflated with a heavy sigh. Tension threatening to build as he rubs his brow.
You curled up into yourself. The shake in your breath didn't go unnoticed, nor did the pull of your legs towards the car door.
His voice gentled a fraction of the way, though still mostly authoritative.
"I can't sell you anything... you don't even know what you're doing…"
You perked up like a cat who'd been doused with water, ready to negotiate before he forced an end to your sentence yet again.
"but I will teach you how to roll if it's something you wanna learn."
Your shoulders settled, head thrumming as you watched him grab sheets of what looked like parchment paper. Your eyes didn't detach from his hands, each movement was meticulous. His precision wasn't enough to hide the tenseness of his jaw, though. At the end, he licked the paper to seal it up before digging for a lighter.
By now your breathing had evened out. Eyes drifting to the choppy movement of headlights zipping past through the trees. Despite the tint, the windows were clearer from the inside. A hand came into view, breaking you out of your thoughts.
Even Blue Dream smelled like a nightmare. The things you did to salvage your mental health were starting to astonish you.
Your eyes met his momentarily to which he nodded toward the joint and you took it. What now? You stared at the joint as if it were secretly conscious. The butt sparkled with heat. It was pleasing to look at if you disregarded the aroma assaulting your nostrils. Your eyes met his again without a clue of what should've been happening.
You needed guidance and he begrudgingly obliged. He huffed a breath before continuing.
"You wanna hold it between those two fingers… good. Now, take a drag."
You wrapped your lips around the joint cautiously, pursing them out in a manner that made him uncomfortable on your behalf.
"It's not a flute."
You relaxed now before breathing in abruptly. His mocking was getting tiring to listen to. It was just some smoke, how hard could it be?
The plug was severely underwhelmed the moment you started to sputter after your performative exhale. He patted your back with a noncommittal "You're fine."
A fist flew up to your mouth as you coughed your lungs out.
How could anyone find this enjoyable?
After what felt like a while, your lungs stopped torturing you. Your shoulders lost their tension. With deep breaths, your heart came to a slow, steady beat. Either you were tricking yourself or the 'Blue Dream' was more than a bad smell. For the first time in a while, you could breathe.
But just like everything since you'd got in that car, it was soon cut short.
"12 bucks."
You looked at him as if he'd said something ridiculous.
"12 bucks. You can keep that, smoke it, whatever."
He didn't care for your newfound discovery much. Like he knew he sold good stuff and the effects were guaranteed not surprising.
You perked up, feeling around your person for your wallet. You had fifteen in cash. So, you took out the crisp bills and handed them to him. For the first time that night, your eyes flickered up to his face. Without the snaps and stress, you could really see him.
His hair was as dark as the tint, pulled back in a sleek messy bun. His jawline was sharp. His eyes narrow but sunken. Each quality seemed to come together perfectly to create the tired, sultry man that sat before you.
He took the money, counting just to make sure, before stashing it away. You saw him bend down to grab something from under the mat. Presumably change.
"Keep it."
He raised a brow but shrugged. Who was he to argue with free money?
"Dope--" He took the joint for moment, snuffing it out so you could save the rest for later. "you need to buy a lighter too?"
"No."
"Good. See you another time."
Why was he so abrupt with everything? Couldn't he see you were new to this?
You started to open the door before turning back to him with a languid swing of your head.
"Can I have your name?"
He'd already been gathering everything back to its respective spots. You waited patiently for a response and after a moment, you'd figured he didn't hear you.
"Can I-"
"I'm just the plug. Have a goodnight kid."
And with that, you were back out in the cold slugging your way back to your dorm. Though, not nearly as freezing as before.
Notes: First slow burn, kinda nervous. Feedback ALWAYS appreciated.
watching season one of bridgerton was a whirlwind of "get your hands off of her", getting violently repulsed at the sex scenes, and WHO IS LADY WHISTLEDOWN.
