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ᕱᕱ ྀི. making out with choso
you sat against the headboard on your nintendo, humming to the cheery background tune in the new tomodachi life demo. you were customizing you and your boyfriend into the game, so there choso lied on your chest, messing with one of the many scattered plushies on the bed and listening to your mindless commentary on the game.
“i completely forgot our heights sh– ohmigosh, i'm dancing. wait, stop, stop dancing. i can’t do the heights, tell her to stop what the hell.”
but choso wasn’t fully there. his bare chest was flushed against your waist, his cheek against your rising and falling chest, and your bare legs were entangled with his as if you were one. of course he was turned on right now. he couldn’t help it when he’s so close to you.
he wanted your hands in his hair, your gaze upon him, your attention solely his—safe to say he was needy. he was restless, taking staggering breaths as he tried to allow the feeling to pass. his efforts were obviously futile, as his cock was hard against the bed, throbbing at every shift. his hand left the plushie, grazing over your thigh, watching the goosebumps appear across your skin. he could hear your breath hitch, your finger twitching, but your eyes stayed glued to the game.
“baby,” he murmured softly, barely above a whisper. he rose, hovering over your body, his brows furrowed with pleading eyes. his hands trailed up your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours before slowly removing the nintendo from your hands.
his lips pecked your cheek, traveling to the corners of your lips, “can’t you put this down for a second?”
your protests were weak( if there was any tbh) , “cho, i was making you…”
“but i’m right here?”
“smartass, i mean-“
before you knew it, his lips greedily latched onto yours, pulling you into a deep and desperate kiss. his tongue immediately slid into your mouth, twirling around yours.
he lifted your leg, resting it on his hip and placing a knee between them. you could feel his erection pulsating against you, teasing the inner corners of your thighs. you ate up his eager whimpers as his hands trekked up your thighs, slipping under your shorts and gripping your ass, leaving the area aching and red. his other hand found its way under your shirt, groping your breasts, rolling your buds between his two fingers. you squirmed under his touch, hands clinging to and scratching his biceps as you moaned pathetically into his mouth.
he broke this kiss for barely a second before swooping back in, devouring you whole, completely drunk of your taste. his hands left your nipple, instead holding the back of your head and pushing you deeper into the kiss. slick built up in your panties, soaking through and leaving a wet patch. lewd, wet smacking sounds filled the room as salvia dripped down his chin.
you could feel yourself growing hotter at the moment, feeling sweat build up between you two. before you died of overheating, he broke the kiss. a sinful string of salvia between your tongues followed for a split second before detaching.
both of your pupils were blown out, heaving and panting like dogs in heat. your fingers grew weak against his arms. “mm...ok, i’ll put the game down.”
7x7=49 walks in and genuinely mogs choso
i love ur pfp i wanna shake him around violently
aaaa thank you! yours is so cute too, lil gumi <3
︵ ೀ mdni. being fwb with satoru
utahime’s been acting strange for weeks. not outright mean, just… off.
short answers, tight smiles, eyes that flick away the second you walk into the room. you catch her staring sometimes when you’re laughing with the group, arms crossed so hard her knuckles go white. you ask if you did something wrong. she says no, and changes the subject.
you finally corner her after a mission briefing. shoko’s there too, lighting a cigarette in the corner of the lounge. “utahime, talk to me,” you say, blocking the door. “you’ve been weird around me forever. what’s going on?”
her cheeks flush the way they do when she’s angry or embarrassed. shoko exhales smoke toward the ceiling, smirking. “tell her,” shoko says. “or i will.” utahime glares at her, then sighs “it’s not you. it’s… the way he looks at you.”
you blink. “who?”
shoko snorts. “gojo, obviously.”
“what are you talking about? satoru looks at everyone like he’s plotting something annoying.”
utahime shakes her head. “not like this. not with you.” her voice drops. “he looks at you like he’s in love with you.”
the words hit harder than they should. you laugh, because it’s ridiculous. “no he doesn’t. we’re just… we hook up sometimes. that’s it.” shoko raises an eyebrow. utahime just stares like you’re missing something obvious.
that night you’re at his place, like you have been a dozen times before. friends with benefits. simple. no strings. he texts you when he’s bored or horny or both, and you come over because the sex is insane and you’re not seeing anyone else right now. that’s all.
he opens the door shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, blindfold off for once. those stupidly blue eyes crinkle when he grins. “took you long enough.”
ass or tits?
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 asking jjk men, "ass or tits?"
featuring: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kinji hakari, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, ryomen sukuna, choso kamo, kento nanami, hiromi higuruma, noritoshi kamo, yuta okkotsu
cws: nsfw in the last section, all chars aged up
Ya'll don't get it like I do.
Kamo watching ya'll sleep on him.
My Noritoshi fics🤭
➽─────── choso pulled…you?! ───────❥
“…this is my girlfriend.”
the room fills with absolute, soul-leaving-the-body silence.
you step into the living room, smile bright and easy. “hi! i’ve heard so much about you guys!”
you wave, and your bracelets jingle, your hair bounces, your voice is warm and musical.
and you look…yeah. you look insane.
low-cut top, skirt that fits just right, glossy lips and sparkling eyes. the kind of pretty that makes people sit up straight without realizing.
across from you, gojo’s frozen. geto’s blinking like his brain’s buffering, and toji stares at you, a little dazed.
“choso talks about you all the time!” you continue, undeterred, clasping your hands together.
three heads snap towards choso, who’s’ standing there stiffly, one hand hovering near your back, his face dusted pink.
gojo’s mouth opens and closes. “…huh?”
“girlfriend?” geto repeats for clarification.
you hum, looping your hands through choso’s arm. “yeah!”
“how,” toji adds, very seriously, “did you pull her?”
you gasp softly. “oh my god, that’s so rude—”
choso stiffens, but before he can say anything : “he didn’t pull me,” you continue, almost offended. “i liked him first.”
silence. again.
“you like weird, quiet choso?” gojo asks incredulously. “you can’t even see his eyes! his hair’s—”
“he’s perfect,” you say with a grin. “choso’s so sweet. he listens to me ramble, like, all the time, which is impressive, honestly.”
choso’s ears redden. “i don’t mind,” he says quietly.
you smile at him. “i know.”
gojo presses a hand to his chest. “this has to be a glitch in the matrix.”
toji just laughs. “nah, the quiet ones always—”
“alright,” choso says, and his hand finally settles at the small of your back, gentle but certain. “we’re going upstairs.”
you brighten immediately. “oh! okay!” you lean up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek.
“lead the way,” you hum.
choso’s entire face goes red, from collar to ears, eyes wide for half a second before he manages a stiff nod.
“…yes,” he manages, already turning, one hand finding yours.
“wait, are we watching that movie you mentioned? the weird one with the—”
your voices fade up the stairs.
after a few seconds, gojo launches to his feet. “how—how did he—she’s—”
“a campus ten,” geto supplies.
“a twelve,” toji corrects.
upstairs, in choso’s room, you curl into his side, nuzzling your face happily into his neck.
“do you think they liked me?” you ask nervously, chewing on your bottom lip.
choso gives you a small smile, kissing your forehead. “i’m sure they did.”
you tangle your legs with his, reaching for the remote. “well, it only matters if you like me, anyway.” you give him a pointed look, smiling. “which you better.”
“i do! i do, a lot,” choso splutters with a reddened face.
“good,” you giggle, and choso flushes even more.
mdni 18+
You and Suguru terrify Satoru in a way that makes his dick hard, especially when you're mad at each other. Resting bitch faces turned up to 1000, sharp words thrown each other's way, fighting each other for his affection.
So, really, it's not his fault when you two come home from a long mission at each other's throats and his cock immediately starts chubbing up in his sweats.
"Fuck off, Suguru, fuck," you curse, stepping through the front door and directly into Satoru's arms, burying your face in his chest, your arms tight around his middle.
Suguru is hot on your heels, rolling his eyes at your dramatics, dropping the bags in his hands heavily on the floor. "I'd love if you'd stop blaming me for things out of my control," he says, sarcasm dripping from each word. He's quick to mimic your actions, wrapping his arms around Satoru from behind so he can continue glaring at you from over his shoulder.
Satoru fights down a smile, hands cupping your cheeks to tilt your face up and press a kiss to your forehead. "How can I make it better, angel?" he asks, lips still close enough to brush your skin.
"I want to shower, eat and sleep. In that order." Your chin bumps against his sternum as you speak, eyes drooping from how exhausted you are because you had to deal with Suguru with no middleman for three days of the mission. "And most importantly, I want your husband to stop pissing me off."
⋆˚꩜。 choso is pretty sure his dick is broken. 18+
it’s huge, first of all. fat and heavy, fills out his boxers with little room to spare, balls heavy and coated in thick, dark curls.
and secondly…it gives him hell for everything.
you smile at him too brightly, all cute and crooked the way that makes his heart flutter? boner. you wave shyly at him from across the room? boner. you ask him to help you with something, anything?
you guessed it. boner.
you only lean across him to grab something from the table. it’s innocent— domestic, even.
choso scrambles for a cushion as soon as you pull back. heat creeps along his cheeks, a lovely hue of pink smearing across soft freckles. you only peer up at him with those soft, worried eyes, and he’s biting back a moan.
“honey, are you okay?”
little spoon!yuuji itadori headcanons
little spoon!yuuji itadori who pretends he’s “just tired” the first time you tug him backward into your chest after a long mission. he’s stiff for exactly three seconds. then melts into you, shoulders dropping, head tucking under your chin with a sigh so deep it rattles his ribs. his hair smells like drugstore citrus shampoo and the faint iron of dried blood, you card your fingers through it. he makes a involuntary sound and scoots closer until his spine is flush to your front.
little spoon!yuuji itadori who starts leaving one of your hoodies on his pillow when you’re away. you find it balled up under his cheek like a kid with a teddy bear. when you tease him, he flushes scarlet and mumbles, “it’s comfier than it looks,” then immediately buries his face in it again. the hoodie always ends up on your side of the bed by morning, stretched out and smelling like him.
little spoon!yuuji itadori who wiggles in his sleep until he’s half on top of you, one leg thrown over yours, arm locked around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. if you try to move he tightens his grip and grumbles, “five more minutes,” voice gravelly with dreams. you’ve learned to pee before bed or suffer the consequences.
D1 Haters
Synopsis: Which JJK boys are good to gossip with?
Warnings: maybe ooc idc im having fun while im writing tbftpbr part three :D
Itadori Yuuji
✮ He’s such a sweet, kind boy. Always sees the best in people. He doesn’t listen to rumours, and has never been one to bad mouth people. But some things really piss him off. Rudeness, genuinely just mean, inconsiderate people who ruin other’s days for no good reason. He hates that.
✮ So, when given the chance, this boy is going OFF about it. In your dorm, you’re doing your makeup, studying, watching a movie, and he suddenly just starts yapping.
✮ Alway’s starts off with an ‘I’m sorry, but-“
✮ “Like, I’m sorry, but literally who even says that to a person?! Like, it’s so rude-“
✮ Big believer in not insulting what people can’t control, so he’s not commenting on looks or financial situations (like calling someone broke) but he’s absolutely tearing apart their words and actions.
✮ “I just dunno what kinda person even thinks of doing that? It’s so mean and weird-“
✮ If he says something a little too mean he feels kind of bad about it, and back tracks. “Waitwait- No, that wasn’t cool of me. But my point still stands, right?” and you’re just nodding like “You’re so right, babe.”
✮ When YOU have gossip? He’s all ears, but you definitely have to remind him of who’s who I fear.
✮ “And then Amy’s boyfriend started flirting with this other girl, literally while she was in the same room-“
“Who’s her boyfriend again?”
“Greasy hair, dirty fingernails?”
“Ohhhh!! That guy! Yeah, I remember!!”
“So anyway, he was flirting with this other girl for like twenty minutes until Amy finally noticed-“
“Babe… I forget who Amy is.”
✮ He may not have a good memory! But this boy is a diva, so interactive and lets you know he’s listening with dramatic gasps and ‘No way!’s and ‘Really?’s.
✮ Absolutely a boyfriend who forgets to ask for details.
“But yeah. Long story short, he cheated on her.”
“With who?”
“Uh… I didn’t ask.”
“Okay, well when? Was it just a fling or was it like, a whole other relationship on the side.”
“I… I don’t know?”
“What do you know?”
✮ Prime gossip time is late at night with snacks and a forgotten movie. Especially if you’ve just gotten a text from a friend about something juicy, then you’re slapping his shoulder going ‘Baby! Baby! Guess what just happened-‘ and he’s ALL in because gf gossip is better than a movie
Fushiguro Megumi
✮ A hater. A bitch. A shit talker. But he’s classy about it. He conducts himself with SOME decorum, at least.
✮ He doesn’t make gossip his whole personality, he doesn’t rush to tell you something, which means sometimes he brings stuff up two weeks after it actually fucking happened, but at least he’s telling you.
✮ Genuinely surprisingly sassy and his insults are devastating. Could destroy bloodlines. I’d genuinely rather give him my first born than give him the opportunity to insult me.
✮ He gets silently ticked off until he just comes out with it, zero context.
✮ “I don’t even know who the fuck he thinks he is. With that sorry excuse of a moustache he’s growing out too-“
✮ Eventually you just have to learn who he’s talking about without context. So in your mind you have everyone he slanders under little nicknames because he barely uses their real ones.
‘Donkey Laugh is the pretentious barista who judges his order every single time.’
‘Cheap cologne but tells everyone he wears Dior Savauge is that one guy from his middle school who made fun of Megumi’s hair once.’
And that’s how you remember.
✮ When you tell him the juicy little stories you have, he tries so hard to pretend he’s above it. Responds in grunts and ‘Oh?’s until you A) Tell him something someone did to YOU, then he’s mad or B) Tell him something especially shocking that ruins his nonchalantness.
✮ ‘And after all of that she told me I was ‘whiney’ and said she doesn’t know how you put up with me :(‘
✮ ‘She said that to YOU?’
✮ Opposite of Yuuji, he remembers EVERYTHING, and he lets you know too.
✮ “You remember Emily, right?”
“That girl who got with her best friend’s ex like a week after they broke up? Yeah. What’d she do this time?”
“Okay, so, turns out she was actually with her best friend’s ex while they were still together. Like cheating, can you believe it?”
✮ Prime gossip time is when you both get bored of studying. You’re mid chemistry study session, you can tell you’re both getting bored so you ease into the gossip, just to make it seem like you haven’t entirely given up on your flash cards yet.
✮ “So… Yuuta and Maki. They seem close… right?”
“Yeah… wonder what’s up with that?..”
“…”
“…”
“Okay so when are they gonna finally start dating because I’m losing my mind waiting-“
“I think Yuuta’s just a pussy when it comes to her.”
Inumaki Toge
✮ Do not let his silence fool you. He’s a little bitch and a D1 hater. You think he’s all sunshine and rainbows because he takes care of the flowers (my shayla)??? WRONG. He’s a cutie, he’s sweet and he’s helpful, but if he could talk he’d absolutely be a little shit stirrer.
✮ If someone is being weird in front of you guys, doing something a little odd or bitchy, being rude or obnoxious, he’s tapping your shoulder and pointing to your phone, silently saying ‘look at what I just texted you.’
‘bro thinks he’s timmy tough knuckles😭🥀’
‘ik this girl isn’t talking about being cringe when she was a dream stan two years ago.’
‘this guy looks like if mayonnaise was a person what the helly’
Also has a reaction pic for every single possible scenario.
✮ He’s so funny, I just know it.
✮ He doesn’t just talk about drama, Inumaki Toge is the drama. He started a school GC for the first and second years and gives periodic updates on gossip, purposely says shit he knows is gonna make Megumi tear his hair out, and (along with Panda) drops the most OBVIOUS hints about Yuuta liking Maki purely because it’s funny to see Yuuta panic.
✮ When you’re alone I think he’s very good at communicating through facial expressions, they’re never cartoonishly dramatic, but he wants to let you know he’s actually following along without needing to constantly be texting you replies.
✮ Prime gossip time is basically whenever, if someone thinks he’s texting you about them (even in a group setting) you can easily make an excuse and say he was asking you about homework, but he doesn’t really worry about getting caught because this man lives for shits and giggles.
Okkotsu Yuuta
✮ Does not gossip himself, intentionally. He just has a blabber mouth, accidentally spills secrets to you he was not meant to tell anyone. But you’re his girlfriend so does it really count?
✮ This results in you begging for the rest of the story, and since he already told you, well why not!?
“Wait- Oh God, I wasn’t meant to tell anyone that.”
“C’mon! You may as well tell me nowwww!”
“I… Okay fine, but you can’t tell anyone else!”
✮ Big believer in Yuuta x mean girl so that’s what I’m going with here.
✮ Supports all your rights and wrongs, like ‘Go you, baby!’ even if you’re taking the insults too far but no one else is around to hear you so it’s fine… isn’t it?
✮ You ramble when you gossip, absolutely no room for any of his commentary so he’s just gasping, making interested faces and going ‘mhm?’.
✮ Gets details because he knows you’ll freak out if he only gives you like 10% of the story.
“So yeah… we broke up.”
“Oh! Uh… Okay… why?”
“Dude, I dunno, we just weren’t working out.”
“Oh, I’m sorry… So, why weren’t you working out?”
He will not stop until he gets details simply because he refuses to come to you empty handed.
FFFAWWWWKK
Waking up Choso from his wet dream w your pussy
You wake slowly to Choso’s whimpers every time his hips jerk forward, grinding his cock in desperate little thrusts into the sheets like he can’t help it. His face is turned toward you, lips parted, brows pinched…he’s having a fucking wet dream. “nngh—please—” and his whole body shudders, hips stuttering harder. His breathing is all ragged little pants now, hitching every time his leaking tip drags against the damp cotton.
You reach down between your bodies, fingers brushing the slick, swollen length of him where it’s trapped against his stomach. He twitches violently at the contact, moaning louder.
“Choso,” you whisper, wrapping your hand around him. His lashes flutter but he doesn’t wake. You contemplate waking him as you guide him until the fat head nudges at your slick cunt. You’re soaked already just from listening to him. You sink down in one smooth wet motion and his eyes snap open, “Wh—ah—fuck—”
“You—were—dreaming,” you breathe, already rolling your hips to take him deeper.
His face flames red. “I—I didn’t mean—shit—” His head drops back against the pillow with a groan that’s half embarrassment, “I—I seriously didn’t mean to—fuck, you feel—”
You cut him off by clenching hard around the base of him. “‘Mmf you’re s-so hard, Cho.”
He chokes on air, “Please—please don’t stop—” You bounce faster, the wet flap flap flap of your soaked cunt filling the room. “Shit—shit—feels—so tight so good,” he gasps, eyes rolling back, “Thought I was—nngh—gonna come in the sheets again—”
“Again?” You lean down nipping at his throat. “You do this a lot when I’m sleeping next to you?” His cheeks flush embarrassed as he tries to turn away but you catch his jaw, force him to look at you while you grind down slowly. “Tell me.”
“Y-yeah,” he admits flustered, “Almost every night—dream about you—fuck—just like this—riding me—using me—”
“Using you,” you repeat, thumb brushing over his flushed bottom lip.
Choso nods desperately, his eyes are glassy and pleading. “Y-yeah… fuck, yeah. You—you pin my wrists sometimes… tell me I’m not allowed to touch… just have to feel you come all over my cock—”
“Like this?” You grab both his wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head against the pillow. The stretch makes your tits brush his chest, “You dream about me like this?”
“God—yes—” His voice cracks as his thighs trembling under you. “Please—please let me—fuck—let me come inside you this time—”
You sit up straighter, release his wrists just to plant both hands on his chest and really ride him. “Hmm… okay,” you breathe, “But only because you’ve been such a good boy.”
Choso moans happily as he slams his hips up hard with fast, sloppy, desperate thrusts. “Fuck—thank you—thank you—” he gasps between whimpers filling you with cum, “Needed this—needed you.”
You keep riding dragging up and down his oversensitive length while he’s still twitching and leaking. Choso’s eyes go wide panicked. “W-wait—too much—fuck—too sensitive—ah—ahh—” His hands scrabble at your hips, “…You’re so mean,” he mumbles as you smile, brushing damp strands off his face.
“You’re the one who started fucking the mattress like it was me.” you say in between laughs.
He groans, throwing an arm over his eyes like he can hide from the memory. “I can’t help that I dream about you.”
a/n: I love me a good obedient Choso Kamo
𝓢 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 makes fun of you when you can't take all of him.
yeah, he knows he's big. knows he's so much bigger than you, but he's soooo obsessed with seeing your pretty pussy struggle around his girth. how she splutters lil bubbles and drips a cute lil leak down his balls.
he'll have you on his lap. leaned back on the couch with his head crooked and blue eyes lazy behind half-lidded lashes. a grin hanging off of his mouth as he hums at your pitiful attempts to take more of him.
“awww, too big for that cute cunt, sweetheart?” he cooes at you. pinching his brows together with a fake pout.
one of his thumbs swirls agonising slow on your swollen clit, giving you just the right incentive to buck and consequently— take more of him.
“so. . . s'big,” you huff, fingers curling on his shoulders. “toru, help. please.”
“torrruuu, hngh, help me take your big cock pleeaassee.”
he'd pitch his voice. mock you. laugh in that breathlessly handsome way as you meekly smack his chest and whine.
“oh c'mon sweetheart, it's not thaaatt big.” slowly, he rocks his hips up. grinding in a filthy sway. enough to flutter your eyes back and squeeze your cunt into spasms.
“it's just. . .”
he leans closer. brushes his lips on your ear. husks.
“your pussy's too weak for the strongest's cock.”
his hips shmack! up. splattering your slick and your whines.
his grin widens, something feral. something mean. as he guides you down, watches you flutter, watches you squirm. struggle.
“so c'mon sweet girl.” he pats a condescending hand over your cunt.
“you wanted the strongest in this tight lil' cunt? stuff all of him in properly then.”
© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised.
Choso whimpers so loud
It’s embarrassing, really. The walls in the dorms at Jujutsu High are thin as hell, and everyone knows it. You told him to keep it down tonight even pressed your palm over his mouth the first time he started whimpering. But the second you sank down on his cock, all that self-control evaporated.
Choso’s eyes roll back that instant, “F-fuck—ngh— ahh—!” His hips twitch up involuntarily as your walls clench around him. He’s so deep like this, thick cock stretching you open.
You lean down, lips brushing his ear. “Choso, baby… quieter,” you whisper, even as you roll your hips again,
He shakes his head frantically, black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “C-can’t—ahh—you feel too good—nghh!” The moan that follows is downright pornographic, loud enough that you’re pretty sure Satoru’s room is right down the hall and he’s definitely hearing every single second of this.
Choso’s face is flushed dark red, eyes half-lidded and glassy, tears already clinging to his lashes. Every time you clench around his thick cock he lets out another whimper. “Shit—Choso—Shut up,” you whisper as you slap a hand over his mouth, but he just moans louder against your palm.
His hips jerk up involuntarily, fucking into you with shallow, needy thrusts that make the bed creak. “Mmmph—please—don’t stop—” he mumbles against your fingers, voice muffled but still way too loud. You feel his cock throb hard inside you, already leaking, already so close even though you’ve barely started.
You ride him harder, grinding down in tight circles, trying to keep your own moans quiet while you shush him. “Shh—shh, baby, quiet—fuck, you gotta be quiet—” But it’s useless. The whimper that comes out of him this time is even louder, cracking high and pretty as his thrusts meet yours
You pry one hand off his mouth just long enough to grab a pillow and shove it over his face. “Bite this,” you whisper urgently, bouncing faster, the wet slap of skin on skin still echoing way too clearly in the tiny room. “Come on, Choso, muffle it—”
He obeys for half a second—teeth sinking into the fabric with a desperate groan—but then you clench around him again and the pillow does nothing. “Ahh—nghh—can’t—too good—hah—!”
His thighs tremble underneath you, hips snapping up harder as he gets closer. You can feel him pulsing, “Choso—quiet—fuck, they’re gonna hear you—”
Too late.
Choso’s whole body seizes, back arching hard as he cums so loud the pillow is fuckin’ useless. He keeps whimpering through every pulse with little “ah—ah—ah—” sounds that get louder instead of quieter as his hips jerk up in sloppy thrusts.
You finally lift the pillow from his mouth and he immediately lets out one last weak, satisfied whine, nuzzling into your neck
You were both so fucked.
Choso whimpers so loud… and the whole damn dorm probably just heard exactly how good you make him feel.
a/n: hnghh I feel like a horny slut on my period damnnit
streamer!jo mid-sentence, leaning back in his chair, headset slightly crooked, the soft click of the door barely registers over the sound of his stream when you walk in. he stops, just for a second. his eyes flick over you. your tight, soft pajamas, the way they hug you just right, the faint scent that follows you in. his whole expression shifts into something quieter.
“hey,” you hum softly, walking over like it’s nothing.
the chat explodes and he doesn’t even glance at it.
voidking99: BROOOOO WHO IS THAT satorusimp420: HE GOT A GIRL?????? angelmilk: she’s so pretty what 😭 gojosleft_toe3: WHY IS SHE IN HIS LAP LIKE THAT IM SICK
“oh my fuck,” he says instantly, voice lower now, already reaching for you.
you don’t question it—you never do. you just step between his legs and sit in his lap like it’s your spot, because it is. his arms wrap around you immediately, pulling you close, one hand settling at your waist, the other resting along your thigh.
“you look so gooooood,” he murmurs, nuzzling lightly into your shoulder for a second before straightening again, like he just remembered he’s live.
his hand doesn’t move though. it drifts. slowly. absentmindedly. down your thigh, fingers brushing soft circles like he’s not even thinking about it. then back up, resting at your waist again.
the twitch chat is going insane.
you notice quickly
you’re already leaning forward slightly, eyes scanning the stream, curious. “what are they saying?”
“nothing important,” he mutters quickly, tightening his hold on you just a little.
too late.
you squint, reading out loud, confused, “I usually skip this part…?” your face still contempt, you tilt your head, genuinely puzzled. “what does that mean?” and then you shift. just a little. trying to get closer to the screen. but it makes you press back into him.
torus breath catches, just barely but enough.
you’re still focused on the chat, completely oblivious, squirming slightly again to get comfortable. “wait, there’s more—”
his arm tightens around your waist. not rough, just firm.
grounding.
his other hand stills on your thigh, fingers pressing in just a little like he’s trying to anchor himself. “hey,” he says suddenly, sharper now—directed at the screen.
the chat floods faster.
softgirlcult: she’s literally clueless this is insane domainexpansionTHIS: “i usually skip this part” LMAOOOOOO gojoswifeREAL: GIRL DONT READ THAT OUT LOUD blueeyeaddickt: HE TENSED UP DID YALL SEE THAT
he exhales through his nose, jaw tightening slightly before he leans forward, voice dropping into something more commanding.
“alright, that’s enough,” he says, tone lazy. “don’t read that stuff,” he murmurs, voice softer now.
you blink, looking back at him. “I was just asking—”
“don’t worry about them,” he murmurs, softer now, eyes locked on yours. way too focused, way too intense. his arms tighten around you again, pulling you flush against him, chin resting lightly on your shoulder as he leans back into his chair.
chat? forgotten.
game? paused.
and satoru? completely, helplessly distracted by you.
megumislostdad: stream is over guys pack it up sukunaIRL: move chat i’m watching this KING.naoyazenin: embarrassing. stand up bro LimitlessGojo banned KING.naoyazenin
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streamer!jo is mid-stream, leaning back in his chair, one hand on his mouse, the other lazily resting on the desk. when the door opens, he doesn’t even look but instead plays.
“chat, if I clutch this, you all have to donate at least—”
you walk in and he immediately looks back. “hey,” he says, already smiling, voice softening without him realizing. “what’re you doing?” you’re holding something carefully in both hands, eyes bright. “I made something.”
gojo swivels his chair toward you, completely abandoning whatever he was doing. “lemme see.” you step closer and lift it proudly.
a full lego set. clean, detailed, and clearly not easy.
“I built it,” you say, a little proud, a little shy. gojo blinks then grins. “no way you did that by yourself.”
you gasp, offended. “i did! don’t start.”
the chat as usual, explodes.
pinkglossbaby: SHE DID THAT??? itadori.exe: nah that’s actually impressive domainexpansionTHIS: gojo doubting already 💀
you turn toward the stream, holding it up carefully so the camera can see.
“do you guys like it?,” you question, reading some comments, “this was my first time and i had to follow the instructions exactly or it wouldn't align.”
gojo leans back, watching you instead of the screen, elbow on the armrest, chin in his hand, completely dazed
you keep going.
“and people think you can just skip steps—no. you cannot skip steps. because then the top layer won’t connect properly and everything collapses.”
cursedenergyLOL: SHE’S TEACHING US 😭 nanamisworkwife33: the tone shift is crazy gojosblindfold: she said STRUCTURAL
satoru snorts softly, eyes flicking to chat, then back to you. “you hear yourself right now?”
you ignore him.
“and this part—” you point at the set, “this took the longest because the pieces are similar but not the same, so i had to pay extra attention.” you lean in a little closer to the camera, completely focused.
satorus hand comes to your waist automatically, just resting there, holding you in place. “guys,” he says lazily, “she didn’t let me help, by the way.” you turn your head, frowning. “because you would’ve messed it up.”
he gasps, offended. “i would not—”
“you would’ve skipped steps.”
limitlesscrybaby: CLOCKEDDD sukunaIRL: yeah toru man ur cooked tojiZenin: sounds like a skill issue
satoru narrows his eyes at the screen then he looks back at you, lips twitching into a grin. “it does look good though,” he admits, quieter and you brighten instantly.
“i know,” you say proudly.
he laughs under his breath, pulling you a little closer into his lap again like it’s second nature.
“yeah,” he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else. “you’re cute when you explain stuff.”
you blink, shying away behind the lego piece.
KingZenin_Naoya: down bad, could never be me. cursedenergyLOL: don’t worry we know gojoswifeREAL: THANK GOD frankoceansgf: did this guy really make a new acc😭 tojisleftballsack: mute him already... LimitlessGojo muted KingZenin_Naoya LimitlessGojo banned KingZenin_Naoya
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